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It was impossible for Logan to leave your side once he was back. Years without you gutted him, days going by, fighting an endless war to still not see you if there was ever a victory. It was all so different now. He was back at the mansion, back with his friends, back with you. He didn’t dare to have another moment without you, too fearful to have you slip through his fingers once more.
You, of course, had no clue why Logan was more possessive, more protective than usual. He thanked God you didn’t question it. Especially at night when he’d wake in a panic, frantically setting those hazel eyes to your side of the bed to make sure you were still there. He didn’t know how to put it into words that he lost you and how the memories would never leave him. He never would be able to.
He tried his best to shake off the dark plaguing the back of his mind, shifting his focus onto all the light brought back into his life. It was almost too overwhelming, like Logan could blink and he’d be back to the ruins of the past. A small remedy came to mind days prior, thankfully. A few open days in both of your schedules allowed Logan to steal you away to his favorite hiding spot.
It was a small cabin up in the Catskills. Ideally meant for hunting, given how small it was, very rustic and not in a quaint way. But Logan had made it cozy enough for when he took you there in the past. It didn’t feel real for him to see you walk through the door now; a little moment that had only been preserved in the back of his memory.
“We haven’t been here in so long,” you hummed as you unpacked.
An ironic laugh rumbled through Logan’s chest at your words. He stifled it once he caught your peculiar gaze, the same one you’d given him for days now. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, baby. I know.”
Your concern softened once you stepped closer to him, slowly taking both hands into his. “Well, you managed to get me all to yourself, Wolvie. What’s on the agenda?”
“Oh,” Logan began, tuning into the contrast of your soft feel against his coarse skin. “I’ve got a few ideas.
Getting settled was first, then dinner. Logan prepared you an overly extravagant dinner, despite working in the tiniest kitchen. He cleaned after, taking his time to do so because he couldn’t keep his eyes off you while you built a fire in the stone fireplace.
You fit too well in the setting, in an actual home. It was his dream, before everything went to shit, to have one with you. Truthfully, it still was. He dwelled on the thought more and more as the night progressed. Eyes still never leaving you as you both sat in front of the fire. Logan would take a sip of his whiskey and try not to lose himself in the thought of a real life with you, a home, and maybe even a little—
“I can’t believe you and Rogue are twins now,” you giggled against your own whiskey glass, running your free fingers against the new gray hairs at his temple.
“What? Now you’re sayin’ you don’t like ‘em?” Logan scoffed playfully.
“No,” you began, taking one last sip of the hot toddy he had made for you before putting it down. “I do like them a lot. Just not used to them yet.”
Before Logan could speak again, you were already positioning yourself to straddle his lap. The feel of your hands returned to him as your fingers ran along his jaw and up to the sides of his face. God, he missed this. Melting into your touch, your warmth, and all but drowning in your scent. Strong arms pulled you in tight around your waist. You kissed him softly, just lingering there to let him taste the sweet whiskey on your lips. It never took long for that hunger to burn into his chest, to let it bubble into a dark groan while he gripped the back of your neck.
It was eating Logan alive not having more of you. His mouth moved against yours frantically and with a determined hunger. His fingers tangled through your hair while the other hooked around your waist. You were so soft, such a contrast to his firm build. He found himself daydreaming again, fixated on building more with you. Some semblance of a little life… a little family.
The thought made him freeze, shuddering a shaky breath into your mouth while he pulled away. It frightened him initially, knowing some poor kid would be born with his mutation, his curse. There was no guarantee that their future was set either, but Logan couldn’t bring himself to let that fear sting at him. Sweet little visions took over, ones of you with a little baby in your arms. His baby, but one the spitting image of you.
“Darlin’,” Logan groaned as he doted on the thought, trailing kisses down your jaw to your pulse point. Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he sighed, “My sweet girl.”
Nothing but small and breathy gasps ghosted over his ears. You writhed against him while his hands smoothed up your rib cage and back to your shoulder blades. You were so perfectly molded against him, like you were made just for him. “Logan,” you whimpered, “Tell me what you need. Please.”
Between a small kiss and bite at your skin, Logan chuckled. He wondered if you could read his mind. He pulled back, wanting to see you before he spoke. “Actually, I’ve been doin’ some thinking.”
The hunger in your expression shifted into something more curious. You asked playfully, “Have you?”
“Mhm,” Logan replied, almost too quickly. The thought was still there, lingering on the tip of his tongue. A small part of him always wanted to be a father, but of course, there was never the right time for it. Too much danger surrounded him to ever really consider it. But now, it was all he could see. The vision of you pregnant, the vision of having something of his own to protect and love. “Been thinkin’ we should have a baby.”
Logan practically heard each molecule of oxygen freeze in your lungs when you gasped. He regretted the confession for a moment, darting his gaze away and chastising himself for allowing such a vulnerable thought. But the shock in your eyes settled into something warm when he dared to look at you again. Your gentle fingers combed through the coarse hair of his beard before flashing him a warm smile. “I can’t deny that I’ve thought about it before, Logan. But do you really want to?”
“Oh, there’s nothing I want fuckin’ more, sweetheart,” Logan rasped against your lips. He didn’t leave any more room for discussion once he claimed your lips again. Hunger teemed with each kiss, almost bruising, while Logan moved you both to the floor. His t-shirt was gone the moment you touched the ground, and like a magnet, his hands moved to your little nightgown. Bunched into his fist, the silken fabric was gone just as quickly, along with his jeans.
“Just think about it,” Logan continued. He hovered above you, watching just how your naked form glowed from the light of the fire. It made him all the hungrier, drunk on the reverie still. His head lowered to your stomach, letting his nose run along the smooth skin before pressing soft kisses. “Belly all full of my baby.”
You simply hummed at the remark and let your body writhe while his fingers wandered up your torso to your breasts. Mouth all but watering, he took both in his calloused hands, taking turns to let his lips brush against each nipple. A dark laugh slipped through Logan’s nose as he heard your sweet little inhale, watching your back arch to grant him more access. “Your tits are gonna get bigger too,” he murmured before tightening his teeth around one tip.
“Oh, are you saying they’re small?” You attempted to laugh, too consumed by the feel of his mouth to feel properly insulted.
“Didn’t say that, darlin’,” Logan hummed. The sweet taste of your skin lingered on his lips while he dragged them to your sternum. “Can’t a man want more?”
“A greedy one, maybe,” you teased.
His dark eyes flashed up to yours. They were soft, always were when he caught you looking at him. Logan nuzzled his face further into your chest once he felt your nails comb through his wild hair. “Tell me you want it,” he murmured against your skin. “Tell me you want my baby.”
Logan expected to hear your breath hitch again, to strike that reluctance within him again. But instead, he felt you melt more under his touch, molding so perfectly against his strong build. “You know I do, Logan. I wanna give you a baby.”
It’s all he wanted to hear. All he needed to hear. Slowly, he moved back up to steal your lips for a gentle kiss. He missed your sweetness so fucking much, especially when he felt you smiling against his mouth once he broke away. Logan mirrored you, grinning more than he ever had in years.
“I gotta give my sweet girl what she wants,” He rasped.
Before he could move away, you caught his lips again. You swallowed each starved moan, scorching his throat with each sweet kiss. Your arms tangled with his, fighting to close the remaining space between. A barely human growl poured into your mouth once Logan felt your legs spread beneath him. He wanted to stay this gentle with you, to savor all this tenderness he had gone without. But that hunger was burning through him more and more. The ridge of his hard cock rested so dangerously close to your soaked cunt and fuck, you already felt so perfect.
Eager lips pressed kisses to his chin, his cheeks, his brow, until they trailed a path to his left ear. “Well, daddy. Are you gonna get to work then?”
If there was any signal for Logan to pin you down and fuck a baby into you, it was right there and then there. But still, Logan waited, too occupied with how that little pet name shot lightning straight to his core. He took one last taste of the want spread across your breathless lips and groaned, “Daddy’s gonna fill you up. Don’t you worry.”
Logan steadied himself on his hands and knees. You followed, trying to steal one more kiss before you felt his touch dip between your legs. The slightest touch made your body tighten, bending like a bow to silently plead for him to touch you more.
“You’re so ready for me, huh?” Logan laughed, using two fingers to spread your folds apart. You were so wet for him, feeling silk-soft while he swirled your around your clit. He teased you for a moment and just let his fingers massage the slick flesh. It was the sweetest sound to hear you cry out once he pushed two fingers inside you. Prettiest sight too, watching your hips start buck and body writhe while you fucked yourself into his hand.
“Fuck, daddy. Oh–”
Any other little plea was stifled once Logan curled his fingers into a circle against that little rough spot. He thrust them harder, quicker, until there was a mess leaking onto his hand. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
Logan’s eyes stayed locked on you. He knew you were close, so telling from the way your moans grew more hushed and the way your pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him. He didn’t slow his pace or grant you any other mercy. Logan remained steady, twisting his fingers this and that way to watch you unravel even more.
Your orgasm came with a keening cry, head thrown back, and tears of pleasure welling in your eyes. The darkest grin stretched across Logan’s face as he lay back down with you, all too satisfied with the way he could make you come undone.
Your hands pawed at him, too overcome to vocally tell him you wanted him close. Logan already knew and crawled back up to you, still smiling softly while he hushed your faint sobs.
His lips traveled back to your cheek and kissed away a falling tear. Logan lingered there for a moment. He felt like he didn’t deserve to see such a perfect sight after years and years of endless nightmares. It still didn’t feel real to see you, nor did it feel real to feel your fingers run through the little gray reminders of it all in his hair.
It was the hundredth time Logan swallowed saying how much he missed you, how he wasn’t going to let you out of his sight again. But you were doing a terrific job of distracting him from himself with the way you kept rocking your hips against his, letting your slick grind against his heavy erection. “Daddy’s got ya, sweetheart. Gonna give you what you need.”
The rough pads of his thumbs pressed gently into your hips, guiding you to roll over onto your tummy. Logan could already hear your breath quicken, and he spotted your hands digging into the rug. A low groan rumbled within him while his eyes loomed over your arched back and down to your plump ass. The heat lingering on your skin flooded all his senses. That primal need was burning through his chest. He kept that wildness at bay, wanting to savor the feel of your velvet walls while his cock took you.
You simply whimpered at first, back arching and angling your ass up more to give him more access. “Oh my god, Logan–“
Your silken, tight heat wrapped around his length was all he could think of, all he could crave. His hips thrusted in a steady motion to let him stretch you further and bring out more of your sweet sounds. It was too much for you, always was. Logan felt your muscles tremble once the grind of his hips grew more fervent. The tip of his cock was already drumming away at your cervix, just driving the need to knock you up more. He couldn’t take it. The beast within him tore its way out, driving him to claim more of you. Logan closed the space between you with his left arm, moving to hook around your arms, heart pounding wildly against your back now, too.
“Gonna let me knock you up, baby?” Logan asked in a harsh breath.
“Yes!” You cried out desperately. “Fuck, yes. Logan, please. I want it— want you so fucking bad, daddy.”
Logan flared his teeth like fangs as he smiled against your skin. He knew you were telling the truth, all too apparent with the way your pussy clenched so tightly around him. He began to fuck you harder, deeper. That desire to possess you, breed you, drove him to cage you in closer to him.
You had little room to move, but you didn’t voice any complaints. It just drove you to come again on his cock. You squeezed tighter around him, your heat clenching more to take in all he could get. Logan loved it. The more you gave, the more he wanted.
Your little gasps had grown softer, only to grow louder and more pleading once his teeth sank into the tender flesh of your shoulder blade. A growl hissed through his tight hold until the taste of copper crept onto his tongue. You were wailing out like a cat in heat, yielding to him as he marked you.
His sack tightened the more he felt your curves bounce under each hard thrust. Logan’s claws slowly began to split through his skin, helping him keep you caged in until hot jets of his seed filled you completely. His vision nearly went black once he emptied his load, cock still slowly spearing into you while he came down.
Neither of you dared to move. Logan stayed buried deep inside you until his claws retracted back within his flesh, and you collapsed onto the carpet. In between his tired groans, Logan let his tongue clean the crimson trickling down your trembling form. You were whimpering beneath him, and he did his best to soothe you, peppering small kisses along your spine as he pulled out. “Pretty mama did so good for me,” he whispered to you.
Gently, Logan helped you turn over on your back. You were still breathless, cheeks colored, and trying to smile up at him. Large hands lingered on your stomach for a moment before smoothing down to your legs. You laughed quietly when you felt Logan start to hold them in the air. “You really do want this, huh?”
That familiar small smile crept onto Logan’s lips again. His entire world was right there beneath him. “I do,” he admitted, pressing a small kiss onto your ankle. “I don’t wanna lose any more time with you, darlin’.”
He watched your face twist with confusion, something that was a little after he came back to you. But it softened quickly. “You’re not going to, Logan. Especially now if this takes.”
A part of him wanted to counter your words, to have you see that you couldn’t make promises like that. He lost you so quickly before; the vision was never going to leave him, even with having you there again. The ghosts vanished once Logan felt your touch. You wiggled out of his hold to sit up with him, still smiling so sweetly. Your warmth returned to him once you brought his hand to rest over your stomach. You began to speak, “And if this doesn’t take…We’ll have to try again in the morning.”