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OH MYA DAGOD
note using logan’s little hair tufts as handles to move him closer when he eats it FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
♱ ‧₊˚ you weren’t exactly sure whether logan howlett styled his hair like that on purpose, or if it was one of many quirks from his mutation— but you knew that you loved it. content warning cunnilingus, hair pulling.
the faux-ears, at first, were just something you teased the man about. cooing and purring in his face how cute he looked with them, tugging on the thick tufts of hair to gain his attention. his reaction was always the same— that permanent scowl he had grew deeper as he muttered complaints of disrespect under his breath (he never lost his temper on you, no matter how annoying you could be). but then, you discovered they served more than one purpose.
wolverine is impossibly impatient. he carried this characteristic just as heavily within the bedroom, just so eager to sheath his dick inside of you, nuzzle in that warm wet cavern of yours he adored and tear you apart. making sure you were prepped was important, and he wasted no time doing it: always immediately dropping to his knees and spreading your legs open to get a good look at that wet cunt before diving in, keeping your eyes locked the entire time. he’s messy with it, loudly lapping at your core, spit mixing obscenely with your slick as his tongue makes slow, tight circles on your clit, slurping when he dips to shove his tongue inside your aching hole, thumb maintaining the same pace on your clit so you could fall apart bit by bit as he fucks you with his mouth. his beard scratches painfully along the sides of your thighs, clenched around his head desperately as you beg from above for him to please, wolvie, slow down.
when he doesn’t, opting to instead groan against you, brows scrunching with pleasure as he beckons you to maintain the eye contact he’s set. it sends shivers through your body that prompt your hands to fly from their place by your head to his own, nimble fingers gripping either side of him, pulling on the pointed, spiked tufts harder than intended. the force at which you grip him pulls him off of you for a brief second, a lewd noise eliciting from the space where his mouth connected with you, the mix of you and him a connected string on his chin.
though only a moment passes, your mind freezes on the way he practically moans at the feeling, eyes rolling back into his head as he fights you to dive back in with more force and will to get you to finish. it only inspires you to keep tugging at him, hoping to elicit that sound from him again. it works, and his tongue stutters, causing your hips to wiggle with need and your unrelenting hands pulling him impossibly deeper into you. you encourage him by grinding your hips against his face, moaning out when your clit catches on the tip of his nose— and you practically use his hair like handlebars as he brings you closer to finishing. he lets you, laying his tongue flat against you so you can run yourself over the muscle over and over again just how you liked it; riding his face with a newfound motivation.
his arms slink around your thighs and lock you in place, strong forearms pressing your pelvis down into the bed. you tug, and he moans, nodding fervently when he feels you clench around nothing, practically begging for you to cum all over his face. you catch a glimpse of his own hips rutting into the mattress, and he lets out one long, deep, drawn out groan that reverberates against you just enough to tip you over the edge— knuckles whitening as you grip at his hair with all the force of your orgasm, moans non-stop from the both of you, both groaning out words of yes, fuck yes, right there, keep going.
by the time you recover, hazy smile clouding your face, you’re ready for logan to enact his revenge for treating him like a toy, already attempting to move to touch him, but his grip on your thighs tightens— if even possible— and your gaze snaps back to his.
“you’re gonna fucking do that again.”