a favor ´ˎ˗
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paring! xmen1!logan howlett x young!gn!reader w/c! 2.3k summary! late in the night, you find logan filling out some paper work in the kitchen given to him by scott. being scott's younger sibling, you offer to convince your brother to let him push off the paperwork for another day or two. logan thanks you in his own special way. warnings! flirty!reader, young!reader, age gap mentioned multiple times, lap sitting, kinda suggestive? its def the closest you're getting to smut from me, needy asf logan hehe a/n! this was meant to be a simple blurb but ended up long as hell, ENJOYYYYYY
Logan was filing mission reports, again. Scott had told him to get these in by last night, and he'd forgotten. So, here he was, 12 hours later, sitting in the communal kitchen, filling out paperwork.
He sighed and scratched another report off of his list, and moved on to the next one. Quiet footsteps echoed in the hall and slowly approached the kitchen, the scent of the person slowly floating into the room. It was you.
"Logan?" You murmured, your hair messy and disheveled. You rubbed your eyes lazily, staring at him with one half-lidded eye as you spoke.
He glanced over to you, fighting back a growl as he signed his name for the eighth time tonight. His eyes studied your body, closely tracing over how your oversized t-shirt draped over your body and how your sweatpants hung on your hips.
"What d'ya want?" He murmured, forcing his gaze back to the papers below him as he spoke.
"What're you doing?" You asked in a desperate attempt to deflect the question. Truthfully, you just wanted some water. But, on the way to the kitchen, you had remembered how Logan would probably be drinking or snoring on the kitchen island like he usually does. Instead, he was nose deep in paper work, his brows furrowed deep into his forehead as he scribbled down the required dates and names. His focused expression mesmerized you for a moment, his knotted brows and subtle scowl complimenting his gruff features. Your eyes slowly lingered down to his body, your eyes gluing to the way his white wife-beater cling to his torso and the way his wide belt with a cowboy-like buckle hugged his hips and held his jeans in place.
You slowly made your way over to him as he stayed silent, furiously noting down some important details. You hoisted yourself on your tippy toes and snooped over his shoulder, the large words, 'MISSION REPORT,' being printed on the top of each paper. He noticed the way you impatiently peered over his shoulder, choosing to keep his eyes glued to the papers below him rather than riling you up.
"Paperwork. Summers wants it on his desk by end of today, I forgot, so..." He gave a small growl. "Stupid, but it's got to be done."
Logan kept scratching his pen across the paper, but in the back of his mind, he was carefully watching your every move. He fought the goosebumps that threatened to trail up his back as the fabric of your shirt grazed his back, the subtle and insignificant touch crumbling his train of thought.
"Well," You began, staring down at the paperwork before continuing. "You need any help?" You smiled softly, secretly hoping that the fact that your brother assigned all of this strenuous, meaningless busy-work didn't cause him to brush you off and just ignore you completely.
Logan glanced over to you as you spoke, his eyes locking with yours. His heart skipped a beat at your soft smile, collecting all of his self control in order to fight the urge to jump up and say yes before begging you to stay another for just another minute. He swallowed hard and grumbled softly before responding, dropping his eyes back down to the paperwork caged between his forearms.
"No, I got it. Just..." He let out a small frustrated sigh. "Don't wanna mess up and have Scott on my ass again."
You stayed silent for a moment, biting down on your bottom lip in thought as you tried to come up with some kind of solution for him. After a moment or two, it came to you, the possibilities of his response to it making your mind and heart race.
"Well, he is my brother. I'm sure I can sweet talk him to give you another day or two." You grinned softly, crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the kitchen island with your hip. Logan chuckled a bit, placing down the pen and resting his hands on the marble countertop.
"Really, now?" He smirked, leaning forward just an inch or two as if he were dipping his toes into the restless waters that separated you two.
"I've convinced him to be forgiving on worse people," You teased, your grin widening as you tried to stand strong against his devilish smirk. You gripped the countertop tighter, your heartbeat quickening at how he inched closer and closer to you.
"Is that right?" He asked, perking an eyebrow while still smirking, enjoying the playful banter.
Logan leaned on his elbows and looked up at you with soft eyes, the paperwork becoming caged between his elbows as he leaned against them and locked his eyes with yours. His heart was beating a little faster, too, even though he tried to act unphased by the interaction.
"And why exactly would you do that for me, sweetheart?" He purred, his smirk widening just a bit as he watched you melt under his gaze. You couldn't help but smile at the pet name, naturally diverting your eyes to the countertop before meeting his eager stare once again with rosy cheeks.
"Seems like you need a break. I just wanna do you a favor," you prayed he couldn't smell your excuse as you stared down into his hazel eyes, the brown blending perfectly with the golden hues to create the magical whirlpools that were his irises. You mirrored him just a bit, leaning in an inch closer to him as if you were cautiously approaching some kind of feral animal.
A small, dry chuckle left his lips as he stared up at you, his heart lightly pounding against his ribs as he tried to keep his signature grin plastered onto his face.
"You wanna do favors for a cranky, old, tired man?" He asked, subtly raising his eyebrows as he looked at you with playful disbelief. "I don't know why a pretty young thing like you would even bother." He uttered under his breath, keeping it low enough for you and only you to hear. He didn't move away, his posture tense but also relaxed as he stared up into your eyes, eagerly awaiting your response.
"You think I'm pretty?" You grinned, jumping at the opportunity to tease him about anything he would offer you. He smiled sheepishly and tore his gaze away from you, chuckling lowly. The rumble of his chest almost made your heart beat quicken even faster. You could feel your cheeks flush even more, heat radiating throughout your face as you tried your best to stay calm.
"And," you began, biting back your grin. "Wouldn't 'helping the elderly' look so good on my job applications?" You forced back a giggle as you spoke, trying your best to stay as stone faced as possible but failing miserably.
Logan's smirk got just a little bigger, realizing you were poking fun at him. He let out a huff of amusement, his eyes scanning you up and down, quickly studying your stoic yet flustered expression.
"You're a real smartass, aren't you?" He chuckled, staring up at you with a soft grin. "But yeah, you are pretty. Too pretty to be helping an old guy like me." He diverted his eyes from yours, staring down at the paperwork below him as he waited for you to respond.
His words made your heart skip a beat, the genuine kindness genuinely catching you off-guard. Your lips hung open as you thought of something to say, the words slipping out before you could even think about it.
"Says who?" You murmured, your brain becoming consumed in a fog as you impulsively leaned even closer to him. Your faces were maybe six inches apart, his breath ghosting your chin and neck. You swallowed hard before turning on your heel so your back was facing him and sitting down on his lap, your legs hanging off one side with your thighs rested on top of his, your shoulder pressed into his chest. You could feel him tense from underneath you, his thighs and shoulders becoming boulders as you waited for him to push you off or order you to go back to bed.
Logan's breath hitched in his throat, a shiver running down his spine as he felt your thighs settle onto his own. He could smell your perfume and the scent of your skin; it all becoming intoxicating in a way. It took all of his self control to not to grab you and bury his face deep in your neck, taking in as much as he can of you and burning it into his memory.
His hands gripped the edge of the countertop, coincidentally caging you, but that was the only sign that he was struggling to control himself. He opened his mouth to speak, but it felt dry as no sound managed to come out.
"Is this too much?" You whispered, your eyes half lidded as your hand drifted to his wrist, your nails gently tracing up his forearm until it reached his shoulder. You could feel him shudder from underneath your touch, his reaction only fueling you to push further. You rubbed his tense shoulder with your thumb, the bare skin underneath the pad of your finger fogging your mind even further. Your eyes danced between his tense posture and his flustered expression, a grin slipping onto your face.
Logan swallowed hard, a small shiver running through him again as his attention became completely absorbed by your simple yet exhilarating touch. He subtly clenched his jaw before forcing himself to speak. He didn’t want you to think he was struggling, but God, did he want to touch you so badly right now.
He shook his head, forcing words out of his tightened throat. "Not at all," he mumbled back, his voice low as a growl.
"Is this?" You whispered, your hand gradually drifting up to cup his cheek. His eyes briefly fluttered shut as your hand moved from his shoulder to his cheek, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. Your thumb gently traced his cheekbone, your breaths interlinking as your faces came closer together. The distance was shortened to maybe 4 inches, his breath fanning over your entire face, causing it to feel even hotter. If you could look through his eyes, you were sure you'd look like some flustered, fumbling fool.
His heart was racing, and he could surely hear your heart beating as well. He softly leaned into your touch, relishing the feeling of your skin against his. His senses were on fire and all he could think about was how much he needed to be closer to you.
He could feel the heat spreading up his neck as he spoke. "No..." He barely mumbled out, his voice faltering just a bit.
You kept your lips just barely parted as you leaned in ever so slowly, trying your best to give him plenty of time to push you away or usher you back to bed. He doesn't, however, letting you press a soft, gentle kiss onto his lips. It's not rushed or desperate; it's simply just a silent admission to what you have been feeling for months now.
Logan's eyes widened as your lips pressed against his. For a brief moment, he seemed startled, as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening. But that feeling soon faded away as his eyes fluttered shut, tentatively returning the kiss. His lips moved against yours gently at first, but became more firm as he began to get comfortable. He brought a trembling hand down, resting it on your thigh. He needed some sort of anchor or he was going to go mad with desire.
Logan's hand kneaded your thighs softly, the soft whimpers slipping from his lips and his eager touch making your heart howl in your chest. He knew this was going to end up in trouble. He was way too old for you, you were too much of a tease, but in that moment, he couldn't care less. The taste of your lips, the feel of your body pressed against him, it was driving him mad and he only wanted more. The kiss deepened and a low rumble escaped his throat as his tongue gently traced the shape of your lower lip.
"Logan," you whispered, using the second he gave you to gather your breath to utter his name instead. Logan's heart slammed against his chest at the thought of you saying his name. The way it sounded on your lips sent a shiver through him and made the burning desire in his gut flare up even more. Hearing his name from your lips was like a drug to him, and he endlessly wanted more. He needed to hear it again.
"Say it again," he murmured against your lips, his voice low and needy. You let your other hand drift up and grip his other shoulder, using his strong physique as an anchor.
"Logan," you whined, almost as a question, before he began kissing you deeper and longer. You had to fight to get a sip of air, his lips sucking and caressing yours to the point they turned pink and puffy.
Logan hummed against your lips appreciatively as you said his name. Hearing the sound come from your lips again, sounding even more needy and desperate than the first time, was like music to his ears. It sent shivers down his spine, and all of his restraint slowly but surely faded to nothing. He needed you in any way he could have you.
His hands adjusted to grip your hips tightly, effortlessly lifting you so you were properly straddling his lap. He pulled you flush against him, his hands sliding under your shirt to touch your skin. You couldn't but gasp at the feeling of his calloused fingers exploring your ribs and back, the idea of his touch alone being enough to scatter goosebumps amongst your entire body.
He groaned into the kiss as he felt your skin underneath his fingertips. He could feel your body heat, your soft skin, and even the pattern of your breathing – it was all driving him insane. The need for more was growing within him every passing second. He nipped at your bottom lip as his tongue pressed against your mouth, begging for you to let him in.
"You couldn't even treat my sister to taking her to your room first?" The voice threw you miles away from the moment between you two, your mind racing as your eyes flew to the doorway. Your brother, in his X-Men branded pajamas, leaned against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest and his sunglasses just barely covering his eyes. Your heart dropped as you studied his stoic, possibly disappointed, expression. Your hands rested on Logan's neck as he closed his eyes tight, hoping that if he prayed enough Scott would just walk back to his room on his own.
"Well, I started it..." You murmured, your cheeks flushing into a deep pink as you admit such a thing to your brother.
"I don't care who kissed who." He pushed himself off the doorway, pulling a hand off of his chest to point between you two. "I just don't want to see any ass prints on the counters in the morning." He said simply, turning on his heel and leaving as quickly as he came.
YOU LIKE???? i need to sit on this man's lap and kiss the fuck out of him immediately