hugh jackman/characters one shots/imagines

Sunflower Vol.6*

Old!Logan knows he's going to die soon so he finds someone to spend that time with him, and now he shows you he'll be a good partner

warnings: age gap, not edited fuck a word count im lazy, would never find a man like lo on hinge, dating apps fucking suck, im a whore, logan smut, plus size reader cause duh its one of my fics lmao, always unprotected sex bc im irresponsible do not rec irl yall

This man's face was handsomely rugged, his eyes were bright as he smiled in one of his pictures, crinkles by the edges of his eyes. You usually didn't like men with facial hair, but you seemed to like older man with facial hair just fine. He even had full beard his hair a dark brown splotched gray was cut short, the sides of his hair swept up on either side of his head. You'd finally set the age higher on your hinge, officially done with the younger boys who were bound to break your heart or use you.

You knew that not all older men were charming, kind and respectful, but after chatting with Logan for a few days, you had hope that he was. He was very interested in you, wanting to know all about you and redirecting the conversation when it came to him. But he always had commentary on what you were talking about, and he wouldn't straight up ignore your questions, he'd just answer them very plainly then asking you something else. It had been about a month when he dropped the bomb.

He finally opened up to you, telling you about that first he was a mutant, before elaborating on what was going on with him. That he didn't have much time left, his doctor said that he'd have maybe 5 years left. But he wanted a significant other, someone that would stay by his side for the next 5 years.

You'd been on dates with plenty of men, some local, friends of friends or one offs with tourists. But nothing seemed permeant even when you went on dates, they expected sex. Nothing truly satisfied you, so many of them vanilla and have no real desire to make you come. It was like when you rolled up to stop sign, you waved at them first but then they waved at you to go, so you put your foot off the break to move forward, and then they go forward and almost cut you off.

What if he was really bad in bed and you wasted his time? You had priorities with your love life and you weren't going to lower your standards in order to not be alone. You liked yourself, you've spent years of getting over all the trauma your mother inflicted on you. Finally gaining confidence in your life and telling all of the men who weren't going to treat you to fuck right off.

But this proposition? This was sudden, after only a week of talking to each other. Though he was just making his priorities known, he wasn't popping the question. But the question had certainly fulfilled something in you and you wound up on Logan's lap. His hands on your waist and in your hair, his beard creating friction against your sensitive skin, your mouth enveloped in his. Your senses completely filled by his musk and the smell of cigars you were growing to associate with Logan.

Logan wanted to prove to you that he was worth choosing, you knew from his personality that you clicked there. But there was another part that he knew was important to you. Even if you wouldn't voice it you didn't a man who could pleasure you. You were tired of the half-assed guys who only made you feel good to get off on it, not to make you feel good. You couldn't believe when you finally opened up to him about your shitty relationships. But he took it in stride, the two of you waiting awhile before having sex.

That only led to intense makeout sessions, though at first it started off pretty slow. You clearly didn't have great experiences in the past with dating apps. You also hadn't dated a lot of older men, but you weren't expecting great sex. Of course it was a hope but just because they were older it didn't mean they were actually experienced. You had intimacy issues that Logan had to impatient with, but once the two of you kissed it was like everything clicked. So much of your anxiety fading away because you trusted Logan, and his hand on your cheek only soothed you. Eventually you'd move away, trying to have conversation about something else while the two of you were flushed and kept stealing glances at each other. Then you'd smile before leaning in to softly kiss his lips again, the feeling new and his lips were surprisingly soft, but his beard lightly scratched at your skin. Your hand coming up to feel the wirey hair beneath your fingers as his tongue dipped into your mouth.