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One Night Repair
Summary: You meet Logan at a bar, and he ends up wrecking your apartment. You'd usually object in the morning but... he had something else in mind.
18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, p in v, creampie, fingering (fem! receiving), light choking, multiple orgasms, oral (f + m receiving), literally words of pure nasty smut, idk I'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n. porn & somewhat plot (in between the lines), actually y’all i apologize this is just pure smut i think, rough sex, overstimulation, slapping, pussy slapping, tiny hint of arousal from crying, Praise kink, Pet names (hun, baby, doll, sweetheart, darlin’, angel, honey, bunny), Squirting, Body worship, slight use of restraints, Dom x Brat
Tender Loving Care
Summary: You hit your limit after weeks of emotionally taxing missions take their toll. Luckily he’s there to pick you up when you're finally ready to admit you need him.
Content Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, established relationship, creampie, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), shower sex, fluffy smut, consensual somnophilia, fingering, aftercare, fluff, Logan’s got just a tiny bit of a breeding kink
And all he wanted was you. To taste you, to hold you.. it’s all he’s been thinking about all day.
The second you heard the front door open, you greeted him with the same warmth he had grown used to hearing every day.
Steve smiled and enveloped you in a big hug, planting a soft kiss atop your head.
“Hi baby.” He said softly, inhaling your scent.
He sets his bag and shield down at the door, kicks off his boots and follows you into the kitchen.
His hands don’t leave your body. He’s extra clingy today. Much like that damn shirt that he was wearing. Paired with those khaki pants that always seemed too small for him and yet somehow fit perfectly.
“You feeling ok honey?” You ask, allowing him to cage you against the counter top. His head drops to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. You smile and wrap your arms around him.
“Mmm.” He replied. “Long day…” his hands drifting down to your waist, effortlessly lifting you up onto the counter top.
His gentle kisses he traces along your neck are the first thing to tip you off. He’s needy.
It was rare for Steve to get this way, he had to have a particularly rough day.
You offer him a soft whimper of consent, pulling him closer with your legs wrapped around his waist.
“I missed you too…” you whisper between a small gasp as he gently nips at your sensitive skin.
He groans in response, his hands wandering under your shirt, then back down to hook under your thighs. He lifted you without a second thought.
He paused briefly to put the needle on the record he had, and carried you into your shared bedroom.
He lays you down under him, and his lips finally meet yours. Hungry and desperate.
His hands wander up your shirt, palming your breasts over the lacy bralette you had on. You moan softly at the contact, arching into him.
He smiles against your lips, having felt that you’re wearing his favorite bra. Your hands find his hair, running your fingers through his golden locks as he attacks your mouth.
His soft groans tell you this was what he’d been looking forward to all day. The quickness in which he removed your shirt and leggings told you he was done waiting.
His kisses trailed down your abdomen, leaving goose bumps in his wake. You nibble on your bottom lip as he places a warm kiss on your heated core. His eyes flick up to yours, a silent question.
You nod softly and he wastes no time removing that thin little piece of fabric separating him from his meal. He placed a few more kisses on your core before licking his lips and diving in.
He strong arms hook around your thighs, holding you in place. He knows you’re a wiggling mess when he does this to you but he doesn’t care. He’s starving.
“Hold still, baby girl.” He groans into you. You whimper and try your best to stay still for him.
“Babbbyyyyy…” you whine. He growls and lays a heavy arm over your waist, holding you down, using his other arm to keep your legs apart.
He circles your clit with his tongue, nibbling and biting at the sensitive flesh to elicit those delicious moans he craves.
He slides his finger into you, earning another moan as you clench around him.
“That’s it…” he coos. He continues to kiss and suck on your tiny bud, while slowly getting you used to a second finger… then working in a third.
He curls his fingers into your sweet spot, and smiles. He sits up just a little to watch you unravel. This is his favorite thing. Watching you fall apart on his mouth and fingers. His blue eyes graze over your body, taking in every detail as he thrusts his fingers into that perfect spot over and over... and over again.
His name falls from your lips, pleadingly. He raises himself over you again, catching your lips with his. His fingers work just a bit faster, hoping to pull you over the edge for that sweet release.
“Come on baby… you can do it.” He groans.
You whine and arch your back, feeling that bubble in your belly grow and grow until it feels like your entire body is going to burst with pleasure.
Your grip on the sheets becomes deadly, as you moan out his name loud enough for your neighbors to hear.
Steve smiles and kisses you deeply. “Good girl.” He whispers.
Steve’s fingers leave your core. He kneels between your legs once more, tasting the mess he made.
He keeps his face between your legs while his hands work quickly to remove his belt and pants. You gasp as you hear the chunky belt hit the floor.
Steve moves quickly back to your lips, enveloping you in more hot kisses before pressing his thick member between your thighs.
The friction alone causes your hips to buck, earning a groan from him.
“Mmm sensitive little thing.” He groans, more to himself than to you.
After a few slow grinds against you, Steve slowly pushes into you, pulling moans from you both.
“Aah… that’s my girl.” He whispers into your ear, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “I’ve missed you,” he groans while slowly pumping into you.
You bite your lip, whimpering as he splits you open. He’s huge after all, the super-soldier serum had done more than just give him muscles.
You desperately pull at his shirt, trying to remove it, but are too blissed out to manage it.
Steve catches on quickly, removing it in one fluid motion. “Sorry baby… was too eager to fuck my girl.” He pants, before snapping his hips into you to pull another moan from your lips, "Needed to feel you, baby."
“Thaaats it baby… that’s what I need to hear.” He thrusts hard into you again, drawing another round of whimpers from your sweet mouth, “Sing for me.”
He grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him as he thrusts hard. Each little whimper and moan from your lips, music to his ears.
He presses a firm hand on your lower abdomen feeling himself hit that spot that makes your eyes roll back.
His day had been so long because all damn day he couldn’t get this image out of his mind.
You, bare and helpless, moaning his name as he pounds into you.
He keeps you like this. He needs to feel you squeezing around him again, and again. Steve Rogers is desperate to take his girl any way he can get her.
He flips you onto your belly, pulling you onto all fours to fuck you from behind. After your body goes limp in the aftermath of yet another orgasm, unable to hold yourself up, he takes you in missionary and when he's tired of that position, he pulls you into his lap.
You'd managed to find your voice just long enough to beg to ride him but your legs were too tired to manage more than a few messy bounces on his cock. You whined and circled your hips in sloppy little circles until he'd taken pity on his needy girl and taken over. Fucking up into you with strong thrusts that made your vision go dark and stars burst behind your eyes.
He's lost track of how many times he's already made you come on his cock. Finally, he rolls your back to the mattress, seeing how worn out you are after the latest orgasm. “Come on baby girl… one more? Can you give me one more? Please? I know you can. You're always such a good girl for me.” He begs. He’s addicted to those sweet little moans, he never wants you to stop.
Again, it was rare for Steve Rogers to be this needy, but when he is, he doesn’t let you stop until you’re weak, trembling, covered in hickies and unable to walk. He wants you so helpless and thoroughly fucked out just so he can pamper you. Worship you. He wants the honor of cooking you a meal without having to constantly shoo you away from the kitchen. He wants to fill your belly and then hold you until you inevitably pass out on him still leaking his come.
That image alone, spurs Steven on. His hips snap into you setting a brutal pace, pounding into your core until he feels his release coming. Your poor puffy cunt is so overstimulated it borders on pain but he just keeps going. Pulling every little whimper and moan from you that he craves. He's got you so cock-drunk, you'd lost the ability to string together anything more than single syllable words half an hour ago.
Steve holds your waist with one hand, and your hand with his other, as he envelopes your swollen lips in a kiss before fully seating himself inside you, coating your walls with his seed. The sensation is enough to push you over the edge of your own release with a scream. Your vision goes dark and when you come back to yourself Steve is kissing his way up your torso.
“Good girl…” he whispers between kisses. You vaguely register that he's still sheathed inside your core, "Always so good for me."
“Stay…” you whine, managing to find a few words. “I wan- wanna feel you a l-little more…”
Steve chuckles. “Anything for you baby.” He kisses your temple and wraps his arms around you, pulling you to his chest, careful not to slip out. He flips you both so your fucked out little body can rest on his.
He pulls the covers over the both of you, taking a moment to appreciate his handiwork. He smiles as your eyes flutter closed, unable to stay awake any longer.
His hand traces up and down your back, listening to the record spin without sound, as it had ended nearly an hour ago.
He can’t help himself from the kisses he plants on your head, or the way his hands need to touch every inch of what he can reach as your body rests on his.
This. This is what makes every hard day worth it.
Sooo I’m a decade late but I’m obsessed with Steve Rogers. K thx bye
A/N: Reader is a female mutant with sonokinetic abilities codenamed Wren. No use of Y/N.
Pairing: Trilogy!Logan x Female!Reader
Word Count: 5.8k
Summary: You hit your limit after weeks of emotionally taxing missions take their toll. Luckily he’s there to pick you up when you're finally ready to admit you need him.
Content Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, established relationship, creampie, p in v sex, oral (female receiving), shower sex, fluffy smut, consensual somnophilia, fingering, aftercare, fluff, Logan’s got just a tiny bit of a breeding kink,
Hell. Pure fucking hell.
That’s what it felt like inside Logan’s head watching you push yourself past your limits. The worst part was he knew he could help you. The only problem was if he dared to attempt to offer it before you were ready to accept it, you'd push him away. There was only one person on this earth that could rival his stubbornness and it was his Wren, his girl. So, he waited in the wings ready to catch you when you finally stumble.
He watched you push yourself through every mission Charles threw at the team. He tried to shield you from what he could on each one but he could only do so much. The last few missions had been just as emotionally taxing as they’d been physically. That’s where the heart of the problem lies. Logan’s songbird was nothing if not empathetic. You fought so hard, pushing yourself constantly because at your core you're a protector. These last few missions had less-than-ideal outcomes leaving you with a sense of guilt and failure that you just couldn’t shake.
Your response to those emotions whenever they clouded your mind was always to push yourself harder. That was your fatal flaw. You didn’t know how to stop, at least you didn’t normally. This time your response when the exhaustion finally hit took Logan by surprise.
It was late. The only sounds in the gym for the last few hours had been the clang of weights where Logan worked out and a constant stream of huffs and grunts accompanying the low hum of your sonokinesis as you ran through drill after drill. You pushed yourself through every set, every drill, every obstacle until you couldn’t ignore the burn in your muscles and then you kept going. You didn’t allow the pain to cripple you, instead, you channeled it into something sharper and pushed on.
You knew Logan was keeping tabs on you as he pushed through his own workout but you didn’t care. You just kept going, accustomed to running on fumes after weeks of non-stop missions. You were afraid of what you'd feel in the aftermath if you let yourself stop moving but you could feel yourself approaching a breaking point. You were so damned tired of running. Maybe that’s why when your knees nearly buckled after a jump down from the obstacle course you made a choice.
Instead of pushing yourself through each obstacle until you fully collapsed like you would have any other time, you paused, taking several long steadying breaths. Then, you moved toward the bench your towel and water bottle rested on. Instead of sinking onto the bench, you chose the floor. The bench made a better backrest. You just sat there for a moment allowing the exhaustion to wash over you between long gulps of water. When your thirst was finally sated, a heavy frustrated sigh escaped you. You usually prided yourself on being the independent, strong leader you'd been expected to be since childhood, but tonight your resolve faltered.
When you cracked your eyes open, they fell on Logan. He was still across the room at the bench press but he was sitting upright now. There was something in his eyes that made you feel oh so very small.
“Hey, big guy,” Logan’s attention to you sharpened when you spoke. Your voice came out weaker than you'd intended. You hesitated briefly before adding, “Think you could do a girl a favor?”
He was moving before you'd even finished speaking, “Whatcha need, princess?” He paused beside you, his bulk shading your eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights above.
“Give me a lift back to our room?” Your request surprised him but he covered it with a smirk when you raised your arms towards him, fingers flexing slightly to emphasize your request.
“You asking for uppies?” Logan's eyebrows shot up, his words made you regret ever introducing him to modern slang.
“I’m serious,” your voice was uncharacteristically whiny, “I’m so tired. Pleeease, Lo?”
Logan let out a low, amused breath but he stepped closer, “You’re lucky I love you, princess,” he muttered as he leaned down.
You didn’t waste a second, wrapping your legs around his waist the second his arms were around you. Your arms snaked around his neck as you nuzzled into him, taking a moment to inhale the comforting smoky scent of your partner. You didn't allow yourself to indulge in moments like this often but you desperately needed this vulnerability tonight.
Logan grunted again, his grip tightening, but he didn’t complain as he began the familiar trek to your living quarters. Each step he took, bounced you slightly in his arms but your soft weight wrapped around him was a small comfort he would never deny himself. When he finally reached the door to your quarters, Logan adjusted his grip on your body. Once he had the door unlatched he pushed it the rest of the way open with his foot. He stepped inside before kicking the door closed behind them.
Logan bypassed the dimly lit living area that served as the transition from the hall to the private suite within. He didn’t bother flicking on the lamp at your bedside before he settled onto the edge of the bed, his weight sinking into the mattress. Logan smiled when you stayed right where you were, your arms still wrapped around his neck and legs clinging to his waist. You were damn near weightless in his arms despite the exhaustion weighing on you.
He let out a soft exhale, shifting you in his arms enough to get a hand around the back of your neck. Logan gently tugged your face from the crook of his neck with a careful grip. The tiredness in your eyes as you blinked up at him, softened his own.
“You okay?” Logan’s low, concerned tone dug into your heart. There was none of the teasing or sarcasm that was the trademark of your relationship. Just that sincerity he reserved only for you that caught you off guard every time.
Showing this side of yourself, that part of you that ached to be taken care of, to be protected instead of doing the protecting, was always hard to express. But in that moment the look in your partner’s eyes made you want to try.
Your breaths were unsteady when you spoke, “I’m just so fucking tired, Logan.” There was so much left unsaid but you knew Logan didn’t need you to say it all. He understood you in a way that no one ever had. He’d seen all of the rough, sharp parts of you and hadn’t run.
Logan didn’t say anything at first, his thumb traced light comforting circles against the back of your neck. He didn’t push you to say more, but the way his grip tightened around your waist, the way his eyes softened spoke volumes.
“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard, darlin’,” Logan’s voice was rough, but laced with an undeniable tenderness. He lowered his mouth to yours, pressing a lingering kiss there that warmed you from within, “Let me take care of you.” He breathed when you surfaced for air.
When your words failed you, you simply nodded before pulling him in for another kiss. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a balm to you frayed nerves, the warmth of his body seeped into yours. Your hand found its way to his jaw, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. The way your mouths worked against each other was slow, unhurried. It was all about the simple connection between the two of you. You could have stayed there just like that forever basking in the raw, tenderness of it all.
Logan wanted nothing more than to lose himself to the moment, to worship you here as you deserved, but his desire to take care of you won. Still holding you close, Logan stood. A muffled squeak escaped you before he swallowed it with another kiss. Without breaking the connection between you, Logan carried you to the en-suite bathroom.
The room was dim, lit only by the moonlight drifting in through the bedroom window. Logan deposited you onto the counter to free his hands to turn on the light. Your legs dropped from his waist. When he finally broke the kiss, it was with a soft groan, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath. The way you looked up at him, a mix of exhaustion and pure adoration in your eyes, and your swollen lips slightly parted as you breathed heavily ignited something deep inside him, but he pushed it down. He wanted to… no, needed to take care of you.
“Wait here,” the order was gentle, but firm. Logan waited for you to nod before he turned away. His sharp senses kept him acutely aware of the way your heart still raced from the kiss. You didn’t question what he was doing, and he knew that meant you were trusting him to do as he’d said.
Logan worked with familiar efficiency. He twisted the knobs above the bath faucet, the sound of water filling the tub echoed through the quiet room. Each move Logan made was purposeful, yet gentle as he worked. He carefully selected what he knew to be your favorite bath salts and bubble bath.
The gentle aromas of lavender and chamomile filled the room. Light steam hung in the air, as Logan carefully mixed the salts and bubble bath into the water. He knew you'd appreciate the gesture. These were your favorites but you rarely chose to use them yourself. Logan waited for the tub to fill to the appropriate level before turning off the taps, and turning back to you.
His eyes met yours with a quiet intensity as he stripped you of your work out gear. His touch ignited something deep in your belly with each brush of his skin against yours. When you were entirely bared before him, he scooped you back into his arms. He made short work of crossing the bathroom to deposit you into the warm water.
The satisfied moan that the perfectly heated water drew from you was sinful. The warmth drew out some of the tension lingering in your muscles.
“That good, huh, princess?” Logan chuckled as you sank into the water up to your chin. The only response he got was a satisfied hum.
When Logan moved to pull himself back up to his full height, he was caught off guard by your hand shooting out of the water to catch the front of his shirt. Without warning, you tugged him back down, your lips finding his in a slow, languid kiss that said everything you were too tired to vocalize. The kiss held a quiet urgency, it spoke of trust, of wanting to hold onto the comfort in this rare moment you rarely allowed yourself.
When your lips first captured his, Logan froze but only for a moment before he melted into it. His hands braced on the sides of the tub as he leaned further into the kiss. He let himself get lost in the connection between you, a connection so deep words would never be able to properly express it.
After a few moments, he pulled back, his breath coming unevenly as he smirked down at you, “You’re killin’ me, princess,” his words held nothing but affection, “I’m supposed to be taking care of you here.”
Logan wasn’t the least bit surprised when your tired smile twitched into a smirk, “Guess you better get to work then, big guy.” your voice was rough with exhaustion but still held the fire he loved so much.
When you relaxed back into the water, he chuckled softly, shaking his head before he leaned in again, this time to kiss your forehead, “Just relax. I’ve got you.”
There was a quiet peace between the two of you now as the weight of the outside world fell away. In here he wasn’t the Wolverine, and you weren't the Wren. In here he was just a man taking care of the woman he’d waited decades to find. Logan settled onto a stool they kept in the bathroom after he tugged it to the side of the tub. For a long while he just watched you relax into the warm water, easing the weight of the world on your shoulders. Your head rested against the edge of the tub as your body sank deeper into relaxation.
Logan could have watched you like that forever, but he craved the feel of your skin under his touch. Your eyes opened when he began rolling up his sleeves. When he reached for you, his hands were gentle, fingers running through your damp hair at the nape of your neck.
“Scoot up for me a bit,” Logan murmured. When you obeyed, he maintained his grasp on the back of your neck and guided your head down into the water to soak your hair from root to tip before guiding you back up.
Logan reached for the bottle of shampoo he'd set aside on the shelf, opening it with a soft click. He squeezed an appropriate amount into his palm before reaching over. His strong hands worked through the locks of your hair, massaging the shampoo into your scalp with slow, careful motions. His touch was pure bliss, each stroke unraveling more of the tension you'd been carrying.
A quiet hum of pleasure escaped you before you could stifle it, but you found you didn’t mind so much. Not as long as he kept taking care of you like this.
Logan took his time making sure every strand was rinsed clean before moving on to the conditioner. His fingers deftly detangled the knots as he worked the conditioner through the lengths of your hair. He worked through each knot with a patience no-one would have expected from a man known for his raw strength and brutality in the field. But with you in moments like this, he was never anything but careful.
Once satisfied with the condition of your hair, Logan reached for a wash cloth, lathering it with your favorite soap. He ran it along your arms, your shoulders, your back. Every inch of your body, he scrubbed with slow, deliberate strokes.
When you found your voice you mumbled, “You don’t have to do all this,” but it lacked conviction. You were far too blissed out to really put up any kind of fight.
“You take care of everyone else, baby,” Logan pressed a kiss to your forehead, “You deserve to be pampered once in a while, too.”
Logan saw the way your throat tightened, emotion welling up unexpectedly in response to his words. Your eyes opened finally, meeting his gaze and found nothing but sincerity. He knew you didn’t have the words to express yourself properly, but he didn’t need them. The two of you simply sat in silence for a bit. Logan’s eyes had just drifted close, the peace of the room relaxing him just as much as it had you, when your next words took him by surprise.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.”
His eyes snapped open at that. He found your lips curled into a tired but mischievous smile as you reached to tug at the hem of his shirt.
“That so?” Logan huffed a quiet laugh.
“Mhm,” your hand tightened on his shirt weakly, “Need you closer.” Your voice was barely more than a whisper but he got the message.
Logan studied you for a long moment before he gave in to temptation. He wasted little time stripping himself of his shirt, and unbuckling his belt. His boxers were pushed down off his hips with his jeans, “Alright, princess, but if the water’s too damn hot I’m getting right back out.”
Your laugh was music to his ears. It always was. You were his songbird. His touch was as gentle as ever as he guided you forward so he could slide into the tub behind you. It took a few moments to get you comfortably situated in his lap, but once you were settled against him you melted completely. You'd never been so thankful for the oversized tubs in the X-Mansion. The steady rise and fall of his chest, the familiar scent of him mixing with the steam of the bath was everything you'd needed.
“Better?” Logan’s lips ghosted over the shell of your ear.
The only response he got was you squirming in his lap, your ass grinding down into him as you nestled closer. He just smiled, tightening his hold on you before shifting to glide his fingers up and down your skin beneath the water.
His touch was unhurried as it traced along your arms, your breasts, the curve of your waist. Each stroke sent a deep warmth straight to your core that had nothing to do with the temperature of the water as he attempted to memorize every curve of your body like he had all the time in the world. Logan wouldn’t have thought it were possible for his girl to relax any more than you already had but his touch unlocked something deep within.
Your powers responded in kind, always in tune with your emotions. A soft, low hum emanated from you, resonating deeper than any normal sound. It was like the air itself was sighing in contentment, the gentle vibration rippled through the water brushing Logan’s skin like a soft melody.
Logan stilled for a moment before a chuckle slipped from him, “You’re purring, princess.” Your response was a hum that only deepened when his fingers traced along the curve of your spine. The bathwater amplified the resonance, wrapping the room in something warm and soothing, “Didn’t know you could do that.”
“I didn’t either.” your voice was languid and content, half-asleep in his arms.
“Wanna see what else you can do?” Logan’s voice was layered with something darker, the words sending shivers down your spine.
“Mhmm,” the hum from you deepened, an unspoken answer.
“Then I need to get you outta this bath before we both freeze,” Logan murmured as he adjusted his grip on you. He lifted you effortlessly from the now cooled bathwater as he stood. You made a soft sound of protest but it quickly faded as he stepped out of the tub and took the three steps to the shower stall.
He reached in to turn on the shower, allowing the water to heat before he stepped in positioning both of your bodies under the spray. The sudden warmth washed away the lingering perfumes and suds from both of you as he adjusted you in his arms. Shifting you so that your legs wrapped around his waist, your tits pressed into his chest as he held you as close as he could.
This time Logan was the one to initiate the kiss. There was no urgency, no desperation, just the need to stay connected with you in the moment. Your lips were soft, warm, moving against his with a tenderness that made him tighten his grip instinctively. Logan let himself sink into it, one hand splaying across you back, the other braced against the shower wall to steady himself. For a while nothing else existed, just your lips on his, the lazy drag of your fingers through his hair nails lightly scratching his scalp. Your body molded so perfectly against his, like you were made for him.
“You keep kissing me like that, princess, we’re never getting outta here,” Logan breathed, breaking the kiss.
“I fail to see the problem,” You gave him a lazy smile. He groaned as your fingers traced slow circles at the nape of his neck.
You stayed like that for a long while before Logan shifted you again, moving to place you on the tiled bench built into the shower. He swallowed the whine that slipped from you in response to the cold tile rapidly cooling your heated skin by pulling you into another all-consuming kiss, his hands pulled your hips to the edge of the bench, “Just relax, baby,” Logan murmured when he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours, “I’m gonna take care of you.” He settled himself on his knees before you, pushing you knees wide enough to grant him access to your cunt.
“Logan!” His name fell from your lips when he licked a stripe up the length of your slit. The taste of you on his tongue was as sweet as honey to him. It’d been far too long since he’d been able to taste you like this.
Logan smirked against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh as he noticed the goosebumps rising across your body. He pushed on, nipping at the tender skin before soothing it with his tongue. Each drawing satisfied mewls from you that sent blood rushing to his dick. He tried to ignore his growing erection, this was about you, not him. Logan groaned when your hands tangled into his hair and pulled when his tongue pushed your folds apart, lapping at your pussy like a man starved.
A strangled cry escapes your pretty little mouth when Logan's mouth latches around your clit and sucks. Logan hums into your skin when you grind down on his face, seeking more friction. He alternates between laving his tongue slowly across the tender flesh and circling it around the sensitive bud. It doesn’t take long before he can feel how close you are to unraveling from just his mouth alone.
“Shh, baby,” Logan soothes your whines when he pulls away, “I’ve got you. Trust me.”
He shifts to position himself at the perfect angle to thrust one thick finger into your cunt and curls it. The moan that single finger draws out is nothing but sin and it only crescendos when he pulls out enough to slip a second inside on the next thrust into your soaked pussy, “That’s it. There's my beautiful songbird.” Logan’s hips buck into thin air, his body responding to yours, “Sing for me, princess. Let go.”
“Logan-” the way you moan his name, dragging out each syllable only drives him to work you open further, slipping a third finger in. Your back arches from the tiled wall when he sucks you clit into his mouth at the same time his fingers hit that perfect spot deep inside your core.
Between the lingering exhaustion of the last few weeks, the pure ecstasy of Logan’s mouth on you clit and his fingers fucking you, the sensations are ovewhelming and render you unable to do anything but babble nonsensically. Logan can feel the tension building in your belly with each thrust of his fingers until it finally snaps and you come with a scream.
“That’s my girl,” Logan grunts, his breath hot on your hypersensitive flesh as his fingers fuck you through each wave of pleasure rolling through you body, “Fuck, princess, squeezing my fingers like this-”
“Logan,” your moans are just as much music to his ears as your laugh, “T-too much.”
“Shhh,” Logan coos when you try to push him away, “You’re doing so good, baby. I’ve just gotta clean you up first.”
Another whine is pulled from you when his tongue replaces his fingers. Logan takes his time licking up every single drop of your release.
Once he’s licked your pussy clean, he presses little kisses to your cunt slowly moving them up your inner thigh to your belly. He continues trailing kisses up and up your belly, between your breasts, up the column of your throat until he captures your lips once again.
“Time to get you out of here, baby,” Logan whispers. The warm spray of the shower is beginning to cool as it hits your bodies, “Let’s get you to bed.”
Logan gathers you up once again. Only this time you're entirely boneless in his arms in the wake of your orgasm. He shuts off the tap before carrying you out of the shower, “Alright, princess, time to stand on your own for a second,” He whispered into your damp hair, though he made no immediate move to set you down.
“I don’t wanna,” you whined nuzzling into his chest, clearly not thrilled by the idea.
“I know but you need to,” Logan chuckled as he lowered you enough for your feet to hit the floor, only letting you go once your legs were solidly beneath you, “Good girl.” Logan pressed a quick kiss to your temple before he reached into the cabinet to grab towels for the both of you.
Logan kept one hand on your back to steady you as you swayed slightly, still lost in the dreamy haze of exhaustion and the pleasure he’d drawn from you. When Logan wrapped a plush towel around you, you leaned into him. He made quick work of drying you off before reaching for another towel. You expected him to hand it to you but instead he gently tilted you forward.
“Flip your hair for me, princess,” he instructed, his voice the mix of gruff and gentleness he reserved only for you. He chuckled when your eyes blinked up at him, “Come on, you know the drill. Flip your hair over.”
With a sleepy pout, you did as asked, flipping your damp hair forward. Logan shook out the towel before carefully wrapping it around your head, twisting it up just how he’d seen you do a hundred times before. He tucked the tail of it into the towel at the nape of your neck. Satisfied it was secure he reached for you, cupping your chin to tilt your face up to look at him again.
“All done,” he smiled, a tender look in his eyes, drinking you in like you were the greatest treasure imaginable. The sleepy smile you give him makes his heart skip a beat, “Let’s get you to bed.”
When he scooped you back up, you were warm, drowsy, and pliant in his arms. The exhaustion of the past few weeks settled deep into your bones now that you finally allowed yourself to feel it. Logan didn’t say a word as he carried you to bed. He drew back the comforter, depositing you onto your belly on the cotton sheets. You barely moved, already half asleep as he shifted, straddling your thighs without resting his full weight on you.
The quiet pop of a bottle startled you slightly from your dreamy state. You knew that sound, it was one of the oils you kept in your nightstand. Ones you reached for after particularly rough missions, but rarely used as much as you should. The scent of lavender, warm and familiar, filled the air just before Logan’s hands pressed into your shoulders. Logan smiled, satisfied when his girl turned to putty beneath his touch.
His hands were firm but gentle as he worked at the knots in your muscles with slow deliberate pressure. He worked each muscle group with practiced ease, fingers gliding over your skin, thumb pressing into the tense spots he knew all too well. He knew your body better than anyone, he knew where you carried your stress, knew when to be rough and when to be gentle. With each press of his fingers into your muscles, the contented hum of your powers flared back to life.
The sound waves around your body bent to your will, even when you weren't fully conscious. The vibrations resonated through the room. He just shook his head, amused and pleased by how well he could work your body.
“Y’know, princess,” his voice low and soothing, “You could’ve just asked for this instead of demandin’ ‘uppies’ in the gym.”
"Didn’t…” you yawned into the pillow, “Didn’t have the words. Just needed you.”
Logan exhaled, slow and deep, caressing down the length of your spine, eliciting a shiver from you, “You ain’t gotta ask for that, princess. You always have me.”
You didn’t respond as you drifted off once again, stuck somewhere between true sleep and consciousness. Logan resumed his massaging touch. There was no rush, he didn’t tease. He just took care of you slowly working his way down your back. He didn’t intend to turn it into anything more than what it was- taking care of you.
Except, even half asleep it seemed you had other ideas. When his thumbs pressed into the small of your back, as his hands wrapped around your waist, your body reacted. Your ass pushed up into Logan with just enough pressure to draw a groan from him.
“You’re killin’ me, princess,” Logan’s eyes rolled back in his head. He tried so hard to restrain himself but he felt the tell tale sensation of his dick hardening.
“Mmm, need you.”
“Fuck,” Logan groaned again as you pushed you ass up with more intention this time, “I don’t wanna hurt you, baby. You need to rest.”
“Trust you.” The half mumbled words snapped what little control Logan had left.
“Alright, princess,” Logan sighed, leaning down, pressing a kiss behind your ear, “Don’t you move a muscle. I’ll take care of you better this time since I clearly didn’t satisfy you before.”
Your only response was a hum as he lifted your hips to tuck a pillow beneath them, propping your ass up in the air. With the pillow doing the work to arch your back, he’s satisfied his songbird can just enjoy the ride. Logan anticipates needing to work you open for him again, but is pleasantly surprised when he slides a finger into your cunt and easily adds a second and third soon after.
“Damn, princess,” Logan huffs, mostly to himself, “You must’ve been needy tonight. You’re already soaked for me.”
“Miss you,” Logan barely heard your words, muffled by the pillow your face was buried in.
“I’ll take care of that,” Logan promises as he fists his dick in his hand, slicking the pre-cum leaking from his tip down the shaft before lubing himself further with your arousal, rubbing his dick up and down your slit, “I’ll do all the work for you, baby. Just relax.”
Logan carefully lines himself up before pushing into your soaked core with little resistance. A moan slips from your lips at the pleasant stretch of your pussy taking him in. Logan hissed when he bottomed out, your walls tight around his dick. He's still for a few moments, allowing you time to adjust to his size in your sleepy state. After a few short thrusts, testing the waters, he sets a slow but no less intense pace. With each thrust of his hips, Logan pulled out until only the tip of his dick was nestled inside you, before pushing back in. He repeated the action over and over and over. Each thrust of his hips hitting that spot inside of you expertly.
Logan felt how your body responded to each snap of his hips, your sleepy state clearly amplified the pleasure he was giving as you drifted in and out. You're caught in an endless cycle of falling asleep before waking again, registering the bliss he was pulling from your body anew each time. The only thing grounding you was the press of Logan’s fingers on your ass. This was the most relaxed Logan had ever seen you. He made a mental note to fuck you like this more often.
Logan felt his own release rapidly approaching, and he wanted you to finish with him. He snaked his hand down between your bodies, finding his favorite bundle of nerves with ease. He lubed his fingers with your own arousal and then worked his fingers around your clit in tight circles.
“L-Logan,” you gasped, clearly brought to wakefulness by the addition of his fingers on your clit, “I-I’m close…”
“I know, baby,” Logan rubbed your clit with just a little more pressure now, “I know. Let go. I’ve got you.”
It took only a few more thrusts, his dick stroking that perfect spot inside you before you unraveled. You came around his dick hard. The way your walls clamped around his dick sent Logan over the edge of his own release, painting you walls white with his cum. His hips stuttered briefly before he recovered, continuing to fuck you through both of your orgasms until his dick began to soften inside of you.
“Shit, baby,” Logan grunted as he slipped out of you, eyeing the way his cum began to drip from your cunt, “I just got you all cleaned up and now look what you made me do.” A small whine escaped you when he gathered up his cum and used his thumb to press it back into you, “Shh… can’t let you waste any of that, now can I, princess? You’d look so good with your belly swollen with my baby, wouldn’t you?”
“Logan,” You whimpered from beneath him.
“I’ve got you, princess,” Logan promised, “I’ll clean you up again, don’t you worry.”
He leaves you there, ass in the air, face buried in a pillow while he slips into the bathroom. When he returns he’s carrying a glass of water and a warm rag.
“Come on, princess,” Logan gently rolls you over, so you're resting on your back now, “Take a sip for me.” He has to help you sit up, supporting you back as he tips the glass to your lips, “There’s a good girl. That’s it.” Logan praises you as you needily gulp the water down, “So good, princess. Now let’s get you cleaned up.”
Logan eased you back into the pillows, giving you a quick kiss before sliding down to your cunt, still dripping a mixture of his cum and your own arousal. You flinch away from the warm rag, your overstimulated skin rejecting the touch. Logan talks you through it gently as he wipes away the fluids dripping from you. Once he’s satisfied, he rubs the rag down his dick a few times before discarding it.
Logan eases into the bed, wasting no time before gathering you into his arms. Your naked bodies fit together perfectly, “If I didn’t know better,” Logan murmured as he nuzzled into your neck, “I’d swear you were made for me, princess.”
More sleepy than before, you snuggle further into his arms, too fucked out to do anything else. Logan pulled the comforter up over both your bodies, his hand scratched up and down your back, raising goosebumps on your skin once again. It’s not long before your breaths even out entirely, slipping into the deepest sleep you'd felt in a very long time.
“I love you, princess,” Logan whispered into your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He knew you were asleep but didn’t want to leave it unsaid, even though he knew he’d spend every day of the rest of your life reminding you how much he loved you.
A/N: Hey so I've had this idea of !WorstWolverine meeting someone at a bar and having really aggressive sex to blow off steam... it gets pretty cute at the end in my opinion so I hope you like it. Takes place post time ripper.
Pairing: Worst!Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: You meet Logan at a bar, and he ends up wrecking your apartment. You'd usually object in the morning but... he had something else in mind.
Content Warnings: 18+ SMUT MDNI, swearing, p in v, creampie, fingering (fem! receiving), light choking, multiple orgasms, oral (f + m receiving), literally words of pure nasty smut, idk I'm h*rny, porn w/o plot, no use of y/n. porn & somewhat plot (in between the lines), actually y’all i apologize this is just pure smut i think, rough sex, overstimulation, slapping, pussy slapping, tiny hint of arousal from crying, Praise kink, Pet names (hun, baby, doll, sweetheart, darlin’, angel, honey, bunny), Squirting, Body worship, slight use of restraints, Dom x Brat... If I missed anything please tell me.
The evening dragged on like any other. Another late night shift, another bar full of drunk bastards. You like that the owner would let you wear what you wanted to work, and tonight, you opted for a simple black tank top and black workout leggings. They hugged your curves well enough to get decent tips but didn't expose you enough to get groped by strangers, not that any of these bastards were smart enough to not touch you like that.
Most of the evening was normal, your regulars ordered their usuals, and you kept up your friendly facade as you worked.
Unfortunately for one patron, he decided to grab you as you leaned over the table to deliver his group's next round of drinks, earning a concerned brow raise from Logan, who was sitting at the bar. You had tried making small talk when he ordered his drinks from you, but he preferred to stay quiet. You shrugged it off as him not wanting company and carried on with your orders.
"Excuse you, I am not on the menu." You bitch rather loudly, grabbing his hand and pinning it to the table with a rather quick motion. Tonight was not the night to fuck with you. You were itching for a fight, but not enough that you'd be willing to lose your job.
"Ey, ey easy sweetheart! Just trying to have a good time!" He groaned, pulling his hand free from the pressure grip.
"You're done." You said calmly, "You leave your money and you get the hell outta here." You release his arm, and saunter your way back to behind the bar, cursing to yourself under your breath.
"Nice technique," Logan speaks up. "But next time you should break his wrist." He takes a swig from his beer.
You turn your head from the drink you were mixing to look him over. You toss him a half smile. "You wanna be next?"
He chuffs. "Tempting."
You roll your eyes and serve the mixed drink, moving on to cleaning some stacked-up glasses. He eyes you out of the corner of his, nursing his beer. He noticed how your attitude had changed, your responses to the patrons weren't nearly as friendly as they were when he arrived.
Closing time finally rolled around, and Logan couldn't help but wait outside with a cigar in his mouth. You cleaned up the bar, and as you locked up, you spotted the tall stranger leaning nearby.
"You lurking?" You put your hands in your jacket pockets as you turn to confront the stranger.
"Walkin'" He said. "Thought you'd want an escort." He puts out his cigar on the cold brick wall, also putting his hands in his pockets.
"I can handle myself." You scoff.
"Heh, Yeah, I saw that," He admitted, stepping a bit closer. "But I didn't like how that guy eyed the alley on his way out."
You roll your eyes, shake your head, and begin walking toward your apartment, which is only a few blocks away.
He followed from a safe distance, but not too far so he could still be there if something happened to you.
"I don't need a bodyguard." You call over your shoulder.
"I know. I'm walkin' home too." He replied with a smirk.
You roll your eyes and continue your path home. He continued behind you, just a few steps away. You stop at a traffic light, and he stops next to you.
"I never caught your name..." You say looking up toward him.
He smirks and faces you. You can't help the way your eyes dilate as you take in his features. He was handsome, in a rugged way. Something about him made you want to climb him like a tree but, you weren't that easy... were you?
"It's Logan." You hum a response and turn to face the pedestrian light that changed to allow you to walk. He followed a bit closer now, but making sure to read your body language to make sure he wasn't making you too uncomfortable.
"Why did you really follow me home? Hmm? looking for somewhere to crash?" You decide to at least make some small talk.
"Like I said, thought you'd want an escort." His replies were brief, which was relatively aggravating. Thankfully your apartment complex was only a few feet away.
"And like I said, I can handle myself." You toss back. You twirl quickly to meet his gaze, causing him to stop abruptly. "So thank you but no thank you, you can fuck off now, Logan"
His eyes darkened as you cussed at him. His brow raised at your boldness. His lips were inches from yours, and his breath fanned over your flushed cheeks.
"Say that again." He growled.
"Say what?" You stood your ground, not allowing your body to falter. You kept a strong stance, eyes fixed on his. "Logan?" You smirked, enjoying how worked up he seemed.
He pressed closer, pushing you against the door to your apartment. You sucked in a breath at the forced proximity, your eyes glancing at his lips briefly.
Logan loved how defiant you were. He would've left you alone at the door had you not whipped around on him and sassed him like that.
"Say the word, and I'll walk away," He leaned in closer, his large, muscular arm bracing his tall frame against your door.
Your legs rubbed together to soothe the newfound ache between your thighs. 'Fuck it...' you thought. If he was gonna tax your time and patience after a shit night, the least he could do for you is be a good lay.
You arched your back into him, allowing your lips to connect in a rough, passionate kiss. His teeth graze your bottom lip, his tongue following suit, as he attacks you. His free hand meets your waist, pinning you to the door. You can’t help the soft whimper from escaping you, as his hand slides down your thigh and pulls your knee up to his waist.
He moves down and sinks his teeth on the sensitive spot on your neck, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips. Your hands move to his neck, holding on for some kind of grounding. You open your eyes, coming down and realizing you are still in the hallway. “Fuck…” you groan.
“Such a dirty little mouth…” Logan growled into your neck. He took a moment to catch his breath.
A shiver ran down your spine, and your hips buck involuntarily. Logan smiles against your flushed skin. “Oh… You like that?” He purred.
God, you hated this guy. He is so cocky but he’s so fucking attractive you can’t help but want him. “Oh shut up…” You groan.
“Do you not want me, pretty girl?” He cooed.
You don’t reply. You do want him, but you couldn’t let the smug bastard have that satisfaction. He leans back to meet your hazy gaze. He licks his lips at the sight of your swollen lips, and at that, you find yourself turning around to unlock your apartment door.
Logan removes his arm from the door and watches as you go inside. He’s more respectful than you thought. He actually fucking waited for you to invite him inside. You look at him, half exasperated at his cockiness, and half desperate for him to come in. You stand there holding the door open.
“May I come in?” He asks with a sly smile, leaning against the door frame.
You roll your eyes and grab him by the jacket, pulling him inside. “Oh Fuck you.” Your lips crash into his as he enters your apartment. The door shuts behind him, and his hands immediately find your hips. He growls and harshly pushes you against the wall. You thought you were just crazy, but he threw you against that wall so hard, he dented your wall.
“Filthy fucking mouth…” He growled between the fight of your lips and teeth. His words pull a moan from you, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist. Logan’s hands grip your thighs firmly. You whimper when you feel his very hard cock pressing against his jeans into your core.
You tug off his jacket and throw it aggressively to the floor. Logan’s hands wander to your tank top, making quick work of removing it. His hands roam your body, almost as if in silent worship.
“Fuck…” You groan. You lean forward and bite his neck hard, causing Logan to buck his hips and punch the wall. A growl ripped from his throat as he gripped your hips and ground into your core, pulling another needy whine from your throat.
“You want this?” He growled, grinding into your core again. “You fucking want me to fuck you pretty girl?” He bites your neck back pulling another moan from your lips.
“Mmh fuck you… fucking asshole.” You whine. You grab his shirt and pull it off, ripping some of the threads as you do. He allows it, before his hand wraps around your throat, holding your head against the wall, squeezing hard enough for you to get a slight high from the pressure.
“I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, dirty girl. The only curses you’re gonna make are pleas to god.” Your eyes meet his, and you bite your bottom lip.
“Is that a promise?” You grind your hips against him again, a fierce need building quickly, Logan growls again.
“Needy fucking thing…” He curses to himself. He spots the couch in the dim room and throws you on it. “Take ‘em off.” Logan orders. You bite your lip as you watch him remove his belt expertly. He starts to wrap the belt into a figure 8. “Now.” His eyes flicked from your pants to your eyes.
Defiance shone in your eyes. “Make me.” You smile devilishly, crossing your arms. Logan let out an annoyed huff, and yanked your legs to him, spreading you wide. He started to kiss you passionately again, and just as you thought you got away with it, Logan raised his hand and slapped your heated core.
The sound that escapes your lips is a mixture of pleasure and pain. “What the hell?!” You whimper. Logan’s eyes are dark.
“I said, take, em’, off.” His voice left no room for discussion. You stare at him as your thumbs hook the waist of your pants, and slowly pull them down, exposing your soaked undergarments. The scent of you filled Logan’s nose. He let out a low growl. “Good girl.” His hand glides up your thigh feeling how wet you were. “Mmh look at you. Already soaking wet for me. Such a pretty little fucking thing.”
Goosebumps rose over your body, his words sending shivers throughout your body. Or was it his hands? Where one hand was grazing your cunt gently, the other was pulling on your hair slightly as he held himself up over you. He grabs your hands and pins them over your head. He slides his belt over your wrists, tightening it.
He places rough kisses down your body, biting here and there. He hovered over your cunt, releasing a hot breath over it, making you arch your back and whine. Logan smirked. “Mmh look at you, so wet for me.” He hooks his arms around your thighs, holding them open for him. He inhales and runs his tongue up the length of your cunt, over your soaked panties.
A moan escapes your lips, your hips bucking from the contact. “Now are you gonna be a good girl and do as I say?” He licks his lips.
“Maybe” you reply.
Logan grunts and leans forward. You cry out as a sharp pain emits from your cunt, where Logan just bit through your garment.
“Rule one.” He looks into your eyes from his position between your thighs. “You do as I say. You be a good girl, and you get pleasure. You be bad?” He licks over the sensitive spot he just bit. “And you get pain. Understand?” He holds eye contact, waiting for an answer.
“Yes…” You say through a breathy moan.
“Yes, what?” He grazes his thumb over your trembling lower half.
“Yes… sir.” You bite your lip and gaze at him through hooded lids.
“Good girl.” He smiles and pulls your underwear down your thighs. You whimper as the cool air of your apartment meets your aching core, and Logan watches as you clamp around nothing. “Such a needy little thing, I’ve barely even touched you and you’re already aching for me.” He smirks and lazily strokes your inner thigh, avoiding all the best spots on purpose. You groan in frustration.
"Ah ah ah... patience counts toward you being good, you want to be good for me don't you kitten?" He rubs his thumb over your clit, pulling another stuttering gasp from your lips.
"Y-yes s-sir." You whisper. He smirks and glides his tongue up the length of your cunt, flicking your clit gently with each stroke. A silent praise for your good behavior. You moan as he laps up your pussy, acting like a man starved. You instinctively roll your hips, but Logan keeps them firmly planted under his arms. His thick biceps hold you down with ease.
You begin to feel that familiar ache in your lower belly, as he draws little circles with the tip of his tongue around that sensitive little bundle of nerves. He adjusts his arms, one placed over your lap and the other begins teasing your entrance. He slides his middle finger in and groans at how you squeeze him.
"Fuck..." He growled between laps. "So tight..." He can only imagine the feeling of sheathing himself inside you later. He knew he needed to work you up to that though. So after a few soft thrusts, Logan slides his ring finger in, pulling a desperate moan from your lips. He curls his fingers expertly till he finds the spongey sensitive spot in your core. You arch your back as he finds it. "There it is..." He moans. He wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard while offering soft flicks of his tongue for relief. He feels your walls quaking around his fingers. He knows you're close.
"FUCK!" You moan out. Logan's merciless attack on your most sensitive spots sends you barrelling toward your climax so fast it's dizzying. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as he continued his attack.
"You wanna cum baby?" He growled, his words muffled. "Ask me, baby, nicely, and I'll let you."
"Fuck you!" You cry, your body hot and writhing. Logan bit down on your clit again, pulling a pained wail from your lips.
"I said behave pretty girl. That's the only way you're gonna get what you want." He thrust a third finger in aggressively.
You moan louder at the intrusion, digging your nails into your palms. "Fuck! P-Please.. pleaseeee..." You whine, your body so close to its release.
"Please what?" He lifts his head off your cunt for a moment to hear you better.
"Please.. please can I cum? Please Logan I want to.. I need to cum...." You whine. The need to finish overwhelming your iron will. Logan, now satisfied with your pleas, lowers his head and continues to flick your clit with his tongue, pulling the most pathetic little sounds from your lips. Your walls flutter around his probing digits.
“That’s right baby,” he cooed “let go for me…” your toes curled at his words. The final push your body needed to release a cry of his name, followed by a mumbled jumble of curses. He smirks and laps up the excess fluids spewing from your body as he relishes in the mess he’s making of you. His fingers slow, and he raises to place a hard kiss on your lips. He trails down to your jaw, giving your clit soft circles with his thumbs as he helps you ride it out. “Goooood girl…” he moans into your neck.
You whimper as he removes his hand from your cunt. He uses his free hand to grip the back of your head and pull it back slightly, earning another gasp of pleasurable pain from your lips. “Open,” he growls.
You whimper and look into his eyes for a moment, unsure what he meant. He furrows his brow and pulls your hair a bit tighter. “Open your mouth, pretty girl.” He says again. You whimper but slowly open your mouth for him. He slides his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean. He grins, releasing a breathy groan as he watches you greedily suck on his fingers.
"Atta girl, atta girl..." He smiles and pulls his hand away, replacing his fingers with his lips and tongue. You moan as he wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts you off the couch to your feet. He places you down on your feet. "Can you walk?" He says in a low growl.
"You think I can't?" You reply sarcastically, catching your breath. He chuckles and removes the restraints in your hands.
"So feisty." His eyes graze over your face, which was defiantly looking back at him. You smile and bite your lip, as a wicked idea crosses your mind. This fucking man just made you a whimpering mess and you intended to do the same to him. Before he catches on, you turn and shove him onto the couch. "Hey wait-" You grab him through his jeans and smile up at him from your knees.
"What? Do I have to ask for permission to suck your cock too?" You smirk. He smiles and chuckles to himself.
"I suppose not." He unbuttons his jeans and you help him pull them off. You suck in a short breath when you spot how big he is. You run your hand over his bulge and hook your fingers in the waistband. You expose his member, as it springs free with a loud *thwack* against his toned abdomen. You bite your lip at the sight. You inhale deeply and grip him firmly, bringing him to your lips. You lick up the length of him, flicking the tip that's dribbling with pre cum. He lets out a breath of relief and lounges his arms across the back of the couch.
'The smug bastard' you thought. You'd be lying if you said you hated how he immediately took control of you, but now was time for your revenge. You look in his length, allowing him to slip into the back of your throat with ease. You smile at the buck of his hips, and glide your teeth back up his shaft, earning a hiss. He looked down at you with a glare, and you simply smiled at him innocently. You wrap your lips around the tip and suck while pumping his shaft with your fist. You work him slowly at first, enjoying how he groans at your touch.
Now that you've got him, you start bobbing your head on his cock. The sound of his dick hitting the back of your throat, paired with his groans fill the room. When his moans get particularly loud you graze your teeth along his shaft once more. He growls and grabs your hair at the base of your head.
"Behave..." He warns. You smile innocently again.
"I am behaving." You tease
"Little fuckin' brat..." He mumbles.
Your mouth is replaced with your fist, however, you're quick to occupy your mouth. You dip your head between his legs, holding his glistening cock so it's pressed against his belly as you press your wet tongue onto his balls. He bucks his hips and groans, tugging at your hair.
The sounds he makes above you are downright filthy, deep moans and filthy praise that have you moving faster. The lewd sounds of your actions fill the room along with the rising sounds escaping Logan's lips. His moans are deeper, harsher, and you can feel his pulse through his cock. He's close. You work him perfectly, syncing your bobbing head with your hands, stroking and massaging.
"F- Fuck!" He growls. He bucks his hips up while grabbing your head and holding you in place. "Stay still, stay right fuckin' t-there." He strains. With another flick of your tongue, he unloads into your mouth. You drink him greedily and smile. The sweat dripping down the side of his face was enough for you to know he was spent.
When his grip on your head loosens, you smirk and graze your teeth along his shaft once more. The smirk on your face is quickly wiped away when Logan hisses and grabs your head again.
"I told you to behave." He growled. "And look at you, all smug because you think after one little orgasm I'm done with you?" He catches his breath and unsheathes a claw. "Little do you know brat, I'm just getting started with you." He cuts the center of your bra off with his claw, and grabs your now exposed breast aggressively. You bite your lip to hide the moan that threatened to erupt. Fuck, this guy was hot.
He pulls your head closer to his, causing you to crawl up the couch over him. "Get. In. Your. Bed." He growled in your face. His eyes demanded you take him to your room, so he could finish what you both started.
Oh but you, ever the defiant one. "You don't wanna take me here? on this couch?" You talk-back.
"You deserve to be properly bedded, even if you are a little brat." He pulls you in for another kiss. He nibbles on your lip and rubs your head, worried he may have hurt you the last time he tugged. You smile, pull off of him, and lead him to your bedroom.
The sounds of your footsteps fill your ears as you try to keep yourself together because fuck, he can't know how goddamn turned on you were at his words. Or rather, everything about him. Once Logan knew which room you were taking him in, he picked you up and threw you onto your own bed, earning a soft yelp from you.
Logan strokes his cock as he gazes over you, laying helplessly in the bed. "Look at you... so fuckin' pretty. I hope you don't have to work tomorrow..." he smirks, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
"Why is that?" You say, raising your arms to cover your exposed breasts.
"Because..." He grabs your arms and pins them above your head. He leans in, where he's mere inches from your lips. "You won't be able to walk in the morning." He leans down and crashes his lips onto yours. You feel him grind against your core, still slick from his previous actions. You buck your hips as he grinds over your sensitive clit. "So sensitive.." He works his way down to your neck and bites down hard as he sheathes himself.
"Fuck! Fuck, Logan I didn't do anything what was that for?" You cry out. He chuckles and licks the spot he bit.
"You tried to hide your body from me... You broke rule 2." He purrs.
"You never said there was a second rule..." You whimper. Logan smirks.
"Didn't I?" He smirks, and thrusts harshly into you once more, pulling yet another loud moan from your lips.
"FUCK! Gods I fucking hate you... You cocky bastard..." You groan. Logan's smirk returns.
"Don't worry pretty girl, if you're good, I'll be gentle." He teases with a slow thrust.
"And what if I don't want you to be gentle?" You challenge.
"Mmmm that can be arranged. I can make a rule you'll keep breaking. Over and over and over." He pumps again, slowly.
"And what rule might that be?" You arch your body into him, gaining some more friction than he was currently giving.
"Rule 3. No cussing. Not for you, brat." He smiles, giving you a knowing look. You whimper at the new rule, knowing he's got you pinned.
"You don't fuckin mean that..." You whine.
Without hesitation, Logan takes one breast in his mouth and pinches the other between his fingers, earning a sharp cry from you. "Oh I assure you brat, I do." He smiles and licks the abused nipple. "Now, be a good girl and hold onto something."
Logan grips the backs of your thighs and raises your legs high in the air. He slides his hands down and grips your waist. He pistons into you mercilessly, and your moans fill the apartment.
He grunts. “So tight,” he praises. “Fucking perfect little cunt...” He pumps in and out of you harder, faster now, letting himself go.
Your hopeless little whines drive him further. "Fuck.. Logan..." You whimper. Logan raises his hand and slaps your face. Not too hard as to hurt you, but enough to register as punishment for breaking a rule.
He twitches inside you when you moan louder at the slap, and your walls flutter around him. His lips find yours again, biting, kissing you bruisingly. You struggle to keep your mouth shut, as it seems to have formed a more permanent 'O' shape as he fucks you relentlessly.
Your walls contract around him, squeezing him as he sinks deeper inside you, hitting exactly where you need him most. You’re so close, ready to come undone. “Fuck, L-logan,” you whine as he pounds into you. “I’m gonna—” He cuts you off with another slap. You whimper and he leans down to kiss your red cheek.
He feels you contract around him, and he growls. "Come on brat, cum for me. You can do it." You can feel his pace growing faster, his cock pushing deeper, stretching you out as he plunges into you. “You feel so fucking good,” he groans, kissing your pulse point again. “So fucking beautiful.”
It’s all too much, him, his cock, his words. Your skin is on fire, and the friction is absolutely delicious. You’re already so close, just a few steps away from the ledge, and you’re ready to fall. Your pathetic little "uh uh uh's" meld into soft "fu- fu-fuck's" and Logan wraps his hand around your throat.
That move alone sends you careening over the ledge. You scream out his name as he grips the pressure points in your neck making you see stars. Your heavy pants turn to squeaks as you slowly come down from your high.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “So fucking tight, so fucking sensitive.” His praises are muffled in your ears, the blood roaring over anything else. He slows his pace a bit, allowing you a moment to come down. He rubs your quivering legs, humming soft praises.
Liquid pooled from between your thighs. It took him a moment before he realized you came so hard, that you squirted all over him. He stared at the sight. Your cheeks flush red at the realization of what you have done.
“Did you just-“ Logan whispers, a soft smirk on his lips.
"I am so sorry... I-" Logan cut you off with a rough kiss.
"Don't you dare apologize." He stared into your eyes intently. A new gleam of excitement entered his features. "Think you could do it again?" He chuckled darkly.
“I didn’t know I could do it in the first place…” You whisper softly, trying to steady your breathing. Logan slams into you with that confession, burring his head in the crook of your neck.
“Fuck…” he growled. His chest swelled with pride at the admission. Knowing he was taking you further than you ever had been before was entirely too intoxicating for him. He bit down on your neck, pulling more pathetic little sounds from you. He lifted off of you just enough, so that he could shove your legs down, practically folding you in half.
He resumed his brutal pace, watching as you jiggle underneath him. He takes in every curve, every feature, every sound that escapes you, including the vulgar squelching coming from between the two of you.
He leans down and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to look at the sight between you.
“You see that princess? See that pretty little mess you’ve made? Such a good girl…” he praises.
Your eyes lock at his impossibly large member penetrating you. Tears prick your eyes as he releases your neck, and guides his hand to your over stimulated bundle of nerves, stroking soft circles. You throw your head back, releasing louder, almost pained moans as he continues to push you.
“Come on baby, I know you can give me another…” He said between pants.
“I-it’s t-to muuuuuuch!” You cry.
“Shh baby I know you have another one in you… just let go for me. I’ve got you.” He lowers himself down again, silencing you with more sound swallowing kisses.
Your hands find his shoulders, digging your nails deep into his skin. He groans and bites your lip, dragging his tongue over the stinging sensation.
You drag your nails down his back, trying to ground yourself from this impossible high he’s got you on. You feel your white hot release coming, and with just a few more thrusts, he’s got you careening over the edge again.
Logan’s fist meets the wall with a loud *thump*. His release came on him so hard from the way you were scratching and sobbing for him, that not only did he cum hard, he punched the wall even harder.
He stills while still inside you, panting loudly. You can feel him twitching inside you, and you can’t help the disappointed whimper that escapes your lips as he slowly pulls out.
“Shh baby.” He leans down and kisses you gently. “Wait here.” You felt Logan get up. It’s not like you could see him. Stars clouded your vision from your most recent orgasm. You couldn’t hear much either honestly, and just as you think you heard him leave, he reenters your room with a warm rag and a glass of water. He places the water on your bedside table. He smiles at the mess on the bed, the mess you both made together. He gently crawls over you, placing gentle kisses up your leg as he softly wipes your swollen cunt. He smiles and hums as your hips buck, your core still entirely overstimulated. He places a soft kiss on your clit, and wipes the rest up.
He kisses your breasts, then your shoulder, and then your lips. If it weren’t for those kisses, you would’ve passed out right there, lulled to sleep by his gentle demeanor after being utterly obliterated.
He brings the cloth to your face, turning it over to make sure he was using a clean side.
“Are you alright?” He asks as he wipes away the tear trails from your cheeks.
“Mhmm…” you respond.
“Ah ah… use your words baby girl.” He strokes your forehead with his thumb.
“M-ok” you manage to mumble. “N-you can stay if- if you want.” Your small, dazed smile makes Logan laugh softly.
“Don’t worry about me, pretty girl. You need to rest.” He strokes your hair and moves some of it out of your face. He loved seeing how cock drunk you were, and the scent... he couldn't get enough of how your entire apartment reeked of sex.
You didn't need much convincing, because you quickly drifted to sleep. Logan smiled and looked up at the hole in your wall. He silently cursed to himself, already pissed he had done the same thing to your living room wall.
The next morning when you woke up, your apartment smelled like paint. You looked around to see you were alone, and your heart sank. You lift your head enough to see a small piece of paper next to the untouched glass of water from the night before. You slowly reach for the letter, eyes straining to focus on the scrawled handwriting.
*Good morning pretty girl. I'm sorry I had to go. I repaired the holes we made in your walls. Call me, if I missed a spot, or... if you wanna make some more. 111-111-1111 -Logan*
