Lover Boy (mlm wolverinexmalereader)

Part 9

*smut*

But when I met you, right away, I knew
You would never, ever, ever hurt me
- You Love Me, Kimya Dawson

The next few weeks are quiet, peaceful.
Logan still doesn't really show affection towards you when other people are around, but you don't mind.

One warm Saturday, you're laying out in the garden, reading a book, when a familiar man walks towards you. He plops down on the grass beside you, and you dog ear your book and set it aside.

"Hello," you smile, and he stares at you for a moment, a strange expression on his face.

"Earth to wolvie," you giggle. He breaks out of his trance, flushing with embarrassment. "Whatcha thinking about?" You ask.

"Nothin' important," he mumbles, laying down beside you.

"Really? I've never thought of anything not important before," you grin, one arm wrapping around his waist.
He just shakes his head with amusement.

"You proplex me, Logan," you prop yourself up and your hand. "What goes on in your head?" You ask softly, reaching out to touch his forehead.

"Wouldn't you like to know, kid," He chuckles, raising a curious eyebrow. You lay there for a moment, studying his features. His hypnotizing blue eyes, the little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles, the way his tanned skin reflects in the warm sun. He is perfect.

"Are you enjoyin' the view?" He interrupts your admiring with a deep hearty chuckle, reaching to brush his thumb over your bottom lip. You reach up, your hands caressing his cheek, down his jaw and his collarbones. You begin to unbutton his shirt, and he tenses for a moment, before relaxing as the warm summer air hits his skin. yours hands ghost over his pec muscles and down his chest. He lets out a content hum, watching you work. He lets his head tall back, closing his eyes as you trace his toned abs, slowly making your way down. You stop at his waist band, your hand going back up to trace the lines of his face. He lets his eyes flutter open, smiling warmly at you.

"You know how perfect you are?" You whisper, resting your chin on his bare chest, and his face contorts with a mix of amusement and disbelief. No one had ever made him feel loved and cherished like you did, and it still caught him off guard. Even though you hadn't actually exchanged I love you's yet, the feeling lingered between you two, an understanding that you didn't need words to express the attraction and connection between the both of you. the rest of the world melted away, and you and him were all that remained. In that moment, all that mattered was the both of you, and the bond you have begun to form.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"You know, when I first met you..." he hesitates, as if thinking of what to say.

"I wished that you were a girl, I wished so hard. I just couldn't accept that I had feelin's for ya" His voice cracking. You sat up, looking at him curiously.

"Do you... still wish that?" You whispered.
There was a pause as he studied your face.

"No. No, I wouldn't change anythin' for the world." You let out a little breath of relief, resting back on his chest.
"You're the most amazin' thing to ever happen to me Y/N." he gently cupped your face, his thumb rubbing your cheek soothingly. The touch grounded you, and you smiled, readjusting to hover over him. He grinned cheekily, his hand traveling to the back of your head as he pulled you down so your lips met. As your mouths danced together, his hand tangled in your hair. He tugged a little, and your mouth opened against his in surprise. He took advantage of this, his tongue slipping inside your mouth. As the heat gathered between you, you suddenly remembered where you were.