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which logan(s) would put you in the most heavenly mating press i’m talkin entire body mass crushing your thighs to your tits and either brutal pounding with his teeth in your neck OR passionate (still pounding. it’s all he knows) deep ass thrusts holding ur head with both hands i’m gonna explode
https://x.com/Father4u666/status/1865094902285013461 the size difference…
Oh sweet anon you are KILLING ME HERE- pls continue..
But this link??? Im actually deceased, you do not understand. Size kink going wild rn soooo heres my thoughts on this:
70s dofp!Logan is the best at the mating press. Hands down. I mean we have all seen the scene cap of him and the girls frankly TINY arm over his neck. That is a big, heavy man who FUCKS with everything in him. Size kink screams when he’s near. He’s completely draped over you no matter the position.
Oldman Logan often gives deep heavy pounds that are slow in pace, holding your face/neck tight in his hand. He’s cooing in your ear so much filthy shit, trying to drive you to the edge with every single thing he knows. Fingers like a champ. When he has the stamina on a good, moderately painless day, he is soooo good at fucking rougher. He lovessss being ridden and WILL absolutely thrust up from the bottom fast and hard when you get tired. Hes also big on spanking. Bc That’s daddy frrrr
X1-X2 Logan is somewhere between both.. but arguably most feral, speed is definitely something he utilises, quick pounding is his kinda vibe? He’s certainly got the stamina for it. Def leaves the most marks too- you can guarantee your leaving with hickys and bite marks allll across your neck/tits/thighs.
Worst Logan.. I feel like worstie is cautious at first. He doesn’t want the risk of hurting his partner, but he will give Slow and deep. He will give it quicker when he’s more comfortable if that’s what you need but mostly he knows he’s got time here.. He Can afford to savour every moment with you. Also a biggggg giving oral for his pleasure kinda man. Gets needy for you to simply ride/warm him
Origins is all about praise, about making you feel good at all times. He’s a sweet sweet lover boy. He’s probably the most likely to fuck the gentlest in all honesty. He’s allll about the slow intimate sex, keeping eachother closer than close in bed. Def more on the love maker spectrum than rougher fucking but he is capable if it’s what you need from him orrrr when/if he’s jealous- Also probably the best when it comes to mutual masterbation/clit play. This Logan is boyfriend, this Logan is husband.
Jealous much?
Pairing: dofp!Logan x fem!teacher!Reader
Summary: What happens when Logan finds the father of one of your students flirting with you after class?
Wordcount: 1.7k
Warnings/tags: Jealous!Logan, established relationship (you are married), flirting, Logan asserting dominance to the guy that thinks he has a chance with you, smitten Logan bc he loves u so much, reader is implied to be 'turned on' once, no use of (y/n), english is not my first language!
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I love love LOVE jealous Logan. Someone (I think it was by @pandapetals) made a fic where Logan and reader were married and a students mother was flirting with Logan, which pissed reader off and she has to show the lady who has that man wrapped around her finger already. That was so YUMMY so this is the Logan-being-jealous counterpart, hope you enjoy!
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The end of the school day brought with it a familiar sense of relief and exhaustion. You loved your job, but after spending hours with a classroom full of high-energy students, you were ready to pack up and head to your room in the mansion.
The thought of your shared room and of your husband Logan waiting there brought a small smile to your face. But as you were tidying up your desk, the last few students leaving your classroom, you heard a voice call your name. Your head wiped around as you heard it. “Excuse me, Miss!” At first, you thought it was one of your students, but their voice was too deep to be a teenage boy.
You turned to see Mr. Reed, a tall, polished man with a charming smile. You recognized him immediately. He was the father of one of your more rambunctious students, Jason Reed. He seemed to live in this school, it was weird just how often you saw him around. He attended every single one of the parent evenings you hosted - only yours. And he often sought you out to have a conversation with him and his son. You didn't think too much of it, it was your job after all to answer the parents questions if they had any concerns.
You gave him a friendly wave as he approached. “Oh, hey, Mr. Reed” you greeted warmly, pausing in your steps. "Is there something you needed?
The man gave a casual shrug, slipping his hands into the pockets of his well-tailored suitjacket. “I was hoping to catch you for a moment. My son just won’t stop talking about you. Miss "the-coolest-teacher-ever’” he added with a chuckle, his blue eyes holding a distinct shimmer in them.
You laughed softly. Hearing this went down like honey. You were always happy to know that your students were enjoying your class. You were the teacher you wanted to be since you were a student yourself. The teacher that made other students feel safe, that didn't make them feel like they were pressured and had to deliver a certain level of performance to be good enough "Well, Jason is a great kid. He’s got so much energy. I can barely keep up sometimes, but I’m glad to hear he is liking my classes this far."
“Oh, absolutely. You’ve really made a difference for him” Mr. Reed said, his voice dipping into something smoother, something deeper. “He’s had a hard time adjusting to his mutation, you know. And the abilities that come with it. But since he’s been in your class, I can tell he’s a lot happier. More confident" he praised you highly, teeth bared in a dashing smile to you. “And that’s all thanks to you. I don’t know how you do it, managing a class full of kids with various mutations and powers they can't quite control yet. It’s impressive.”
You waved your hand dissmisvely at the single father, giggling bashfully. You weren't used to such direct praise from parents, not even from him. “I'm flattered, but it’s not just me" you replied modestly. “Mr. Xavier has build a great support system over the years.”
Mr. Reed clicked his tounge at your humble answer. “Don’t sell yourself short” he flashed you another grin. “You clearly have a talent with kids. Jason has made more progress in the past few months than he ever has before. I’m not sure how I could ever thank you properly.”
His tone was friendly for the time being. The conversation continued. And at first it felt completely professional, how it should be. Mr. Reed asked about Jason’s curriculum, your teaching methods and even about the schools approach to managing the students unique abilities. You were more than happy to answer all his questions, oblivious to the way he started inching closer.
“It’s just refreshing” he said, leaning casually against the wall next to you, his eyes subtly roaming your figure “to meet someone as smart, kind and beautiful as you. Jason’s lucky to have you as his teacher. The whole class is.”
The realisation hit you like a ton of bricks. He wasn’t just being nice. He was flirting. You blinked, your polite smile faltering. “Oh, um, thank you” you replied, starting to feel a little awkward. It showed with the way you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. A sign for him that you were all shy and bashful around him. Far from that. You felt really uncomfortable.
"I’m lucky, too, really” he added, fueling the bad feeling in your gut. His eyes sweeped over you, this time less subtle, in a way that made your skin prickle, but not the good kind.
Then he decided to just go for it and ask the big question. He was impatient and wasn't in the mood to wait until you initiated something first. He had waited long enough. “Do you ever take time for yourself? Maybe let someone take you out for dinner?”
Your composure completely faltered for a second. The nerve this guy had. Didn't he see the obvious gold ring on your finger or did he purposefully decided to ignore it? You opened your mouth, trying to come up with a diplomatic way to shut this down, but you didn’t get the chance to.
“Everything alright in here?”
Logan’s gruff voice cut through the hallway like a blade, low and unmistakably annoyed. You turned to see him striding toward you, eyeing Mr. Reed like a wild animal stalking its prey. His broad shoulders were squared, his jaw set, and his dark eyes locked onto the other man with visible irritation.
You jumped as if you had just been caught cheating. “Logan” you squeaked surprised.
He huffed through his nose, his nostrils flaring like the ones of an angry bull that was riled up by the red in its vision. Well, when he had this loser of a man flirt with a goddess like you, his goddess, then he saw red. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt” Logan nearly growled, his tone anything but apologetic as he stopped next to you.
Mr. Reed blinked, clearly caught off guard. He swallowed thickly “Oh, I was just-” he tried to save the situation, or rather his own life, but Logan cut him off. “Flirtin’ with my wife?” Logan asked, arching a brow.
Mr. Reed’s face went pale as the snow falling outside the mansion, coating the gardenwith a thin layer of white. His eyes searched for your hand. They went wide as he looked at the wedding band you had been proudly wearing for six years now as if it had just appeared. “You-wait, you’re married?”
“Sure am” Logan said, slipping an arm around your waist and pulling you firmly against his side, securing you there. Marking his territory. His grip was warm and possessive and you could feel the tension radiating from him.
Mr. Reed stammered, his eyes darting between you and Logan in embarrassement and if you looked correctly, a little bit of fear. “I-I had no idea. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-” he stuttered out, laughing awkwardly in a bad attempt to play down his nervousness.
“Yeah, well, now you know,” Logan said flatly. “So maybe next time, think twice before you try to fuck someones woman" he spat, taking a step closer to Mr. Reed. You gasped softly at Logans word and placed a hand on his chest, giving him a warning look. “Logan” you muttered softly, trying to rein him in like a guard dog that was ready to pounce if its owner let him. You couldn't say that this side of him didn't turn you on immensly. But you didn’t need to get scolded by Charles for scaring off a parent.
But Logan wasn’t done. He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. “And just so we’re clear, she’s not interested. Ever” He snarled, down right barked his last word into Reeds face, who then mumbled another apology before practically fleeing down the hallway, leaving you alone with Logan.
Once he was gone, you turned to your husband with a mix of exasperation and amusement. “and that was really necessary?" you chuckled with a proud smirk. “Damn right it was” Logan replied, his hand still possessively gripping your hips, smoothing over them. “Guy needed to know who he was dealin’ with.”
You sighed, but your lips twitched into a small smile as you leaned against your broad and strong teddy bear of a husband. “You know I can handle myself, right?”
Logans lips pulled into the slightest smile as he looked down at you as if you were the most precious thing in the whole universe. “Yeah, I know” Logan muttered, his tone softening as he admired your pretty face. That pretty face he had the privilege to wake up to every morning because you were his wife. His. “Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let some jackass hit on you though.”
You giggled, shaking your head fondly, reaching up to cup his gruff cheek. “You’re ridiculous.”
Logan shrugged “Maybe” he said, smirking. “But you like ridiculous. Wouldn’t have married me otherwise, missy" he rumbled deep in his chest, making you smile because it was the truth. You married him for it. Married him for everything he was. “Guilty as charged" you murmured with a smile, standing on your toes to kiss him softly.
Logan’s arms wrapped around you fully, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. By the time he pulled away, his loving smirk had returned, but his eyes were filled with something softer. Something only you got to see. Something that you wanted to see for the rest of your life just from him.
“Still don’t like sharin’,” he muttered. You laughed, resting your forehead against his. “You don’t have to.”
And as Logan laced his fingers with yours, leading you towards the mansions garden to take a relaxing stroll through the green and white landscape after this unpleasant encounter, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the man who’d fight the world to keep you by his side.
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And weirdly enough, you never saw Mr. Reed after that, not even at the parent evenings. I wonder why...
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hello Days Of Future Past Logan
pretty little secret | logan howlett .
warnings : 18+ content (MDNI) , smut, porn with some plot)?, dbf!logan, no use of y/n, afab reader, pet names (logan calls reader princess, sweetheart, doll), fingering, handjob, p in v, no use of protection, creampie, wrote this with 70s!lo in mind but you can imagine him however you want, age gap (reader's age is not mentioned but she is an adult!).
a/n : dbf!logan drives me insane!! i'm really obsessed. i want to write more about him in the future, i need to be his dirty secret english isn't my first language, so feel free to correct me if something's wrong or weird. nothing else, enjoy! ♡(˃͈ દ ˂͈ ༶ )
The sound of beers being opened and the smell of cigarettes lingering in the kitchen and extending to the living room, indicated one thing; Logan was in your house. You put your book down on page 205 as your father called your name. You left your old room, walking towards the living room where the two men were sitting, sharing laughs and telling old anecdotes that never seem to go out of style.
Your father with a big smile said “Look who wanted to stop by and say hello.”
You smiled as you lifted your head a little higher to look at him, it was never just a hello, they could spend days talking. “Hey, Logan. How are you?” You said, Feeling how his eyes ran all over your body, your thighs, your breasts, even your lips, perv. you thought to yourself, he couldn't help himself anyway.
“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” He said with a sly smile, earning a glance from your eyes. You moved to his side, timidly placing a kiss on his cheek. The greeting already felt strange; you were no longer a little girl. But your father didn’t seem to mind, so the kiss on the cheek might not last much longer.
He took a drag of his fat cigar before speaking to you again. “How's college treating you, sweetheart? You've grown older since the last time I saw you.”
You chuckled softly, taking a bit of awkwardness out of the environment. “It could be worse, but I like it.” your gaze goes back to him again.
“That's Good to hear” He rasped, expelling the smoke in another direction.
“My baby girl is visiting me this week.” your father smiled, interrupting the small talk you were having with Logan, taking his attention back and starting to talk about another topic, catching up. You sighed as you started scanning Logan out of the corner of your eye.
The old man wasn't bad at all, he had big arms, biceps to die for, none of the guys your age had muscles that delicious. the veiny hands with their grip on the beer and the other holding the cigar effortlessly between his index and middle finger.
You felt your face redden at the inappropriate thoughts that didn't hesitate to appear, he seemed so comfortable, he even made it look hot how he took up space by spreading his legs, He had nice thighs, The jeans were flattering him today. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at your father's house again as the men talked nonstop, trying to think about something different. There were so many memories in the place, things that your old man kept in, since you stopped living there you miss some things, but you loved your new life in the city anyway.
You stood up, excusing yourself that you had to do some things on your computer, while walking towards your room you could feel Logan's heavy gaze going down from your back to your butt. You bit your lower lip as you opened the door. This is so inappropriate. How can he? He's your father's best friend! The man you've known almost your entire life. Almost your second father, Ugh, no, better not say that.
The afternoon passed normally, it was obvious that he would stay for dinner. Your father prepared something quick and tasty for the two of you. Your thoughts about Logan continued to attack your mind as you helped him set up the table. The occasional touches of his calloused hands with yours became increasingly repetitive, rarely followed.
You sat in your respective place at the table, right in front of him, to the left of your father who was at the head. You couldn't help but steal a few glances with him, which occasionally ended in him giving you a wink, or Just smiling at each other, which could be friendly, but given the way he was looking at you today, it seemed like he wanted to be eating you instead of the chicken that was on his plate.
Your cheeks stayed red throughout dinner.
It wasn't noticed by your father though, he was just happy that his old friend had finally come to visit. You fixed your hair as you listened to him talk about the same anecdote he always tells Logan, small earning a laugh from the other man as he shook his head.
When dinner was over, the hours had passed, Getting late. “no, no, Logan, It's late and it's dangerous at this hour, you know. The forest is tough” your Dad says, trying to talk it out, Logan gives him a sly smile. “You did too much for me today.” The other man chuckled. “Stay, we'll open a whiskey, eh?" Your father hit his back a few times, without much more, after all Logan was quite bad at saying no.
With bare feet, eager to rest your head on the pillow, you walked towards the kitchen, craving a small chocolate that a friend had given you a few days ago. The floor was cold, and the closer you got to the kitchen you noticed a small light. You walked in slowly, jumping a little when you found him smoking a cigar with the window open. He was quick to notice your presence, smirking as he took a drag.
“Isn't it late for you already?” he uttered in a low voice, smoke escaping a little from his mouth as he spoke.
Your cheeks unconsciously flushed as you opened the refrigerator, scanning for the chocolate. “Maybe.” You bit your lower lip while taking the chocolate, you closed the refrigerator door as you headed to his side. The cheap wrapping of the chocolate made it easy to remove, still you focus on it as if it were a big deal.
Logan watched you open the little treat, the smug smile never leaving his face. “Got a Sweet tooth, darling?” He takes a drag of his cigar.
“Just a little craving.” You said with a smile, wrapping your lips around the chocolate thing to bite it after, enjoying how the taste spread through your mouth. “I guess you can't sleep either.” You sat down effortlessly on the counter, popping the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, looking at him.
“No, not really. You could say I have my cravings too.” He shakes his head, blowing smoke out the window, This time he didn't have his printed shirt on, he was only in a thin white muscle shirt, it stood out and made his arms look bigger, You could notice the path of the veins all over the skin as they stood out, His belt was unbuckled, hanging loosely and making a small ‘clink’ each time he moved. This was so wrong in so many ways.
Logan breaks the little silence. “so, you have a boyfriend, princess? you must update me on that.” he teases, leaning more closer, You could smell the cigar on his clothes and the whiskey on his breath, it made you shudder effortlessly.
“No. You know I don't have one yet. I'm not very interested in it.” You said, looking at him, still not breaking the Intense eye contact. You Both were very close to sin, tasted on the tip of their tongues, wanting more of it each time. See how far you two can go.
“When you were little you were very excited about it.” Logan shakes his head, letting his gaze move to your lips, unconsciously licking his own before returning to your eyes.
“I've grown up since, we both could say that.” Your gaze focused on his entire face, up close you could see his now dark hazel eyes, the wrinkles on his face were somehow hot on him, oh and even how masculine his nose was.
His large hand moved to your face, wiping away a trace of melted chocolate that remained there, although he would love to remove it with his tongue, it wasn't the time yet. His thumb lingered there for a while Slowly sliding towards your lips, gently touching the tender flesh. Your heart threatened to escape and come out of your throat while your face turned red, your breaths almost mixing, the smell of whiskey intoxicated you little by little while you opened your mouth shyly, with some difficulty maintaining eye contact.
Logan sighed as he slowly let his thumb enter your mouth, his eyes watching intently as your lips wrapped around his finger. Your teeth bit down very gently on the finger joint, keeping it there.
“Atta girl..” he whispered, admiring you a little more, so beautiful.
As he removes his finger his mouth finally invades yours, beginning a slow kiss, the taste of the whiskey and cigar had a strong contrast with the sweetness of the chocolate, he gets between your thighs, his tongue playing with yours as his strong hands grab you from the backside, pulling you closer to their body. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you positioned your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands behind his head, gripping their hair softly.
The lack of air cuts the kiss short, leaving them both breathless. The atmosphere was hot and, in a way, heavy. Logan shook his head slowly, So bad. He was like his brother, how could he have betrayed a man as faithful as your father? He hated him for having such a beautiful and smart daughter, with the sweetest, softest lips he'd ever tasted.
How could he stay away?
Logan buried his head in your neck, breathing in the scent of the soap you used and your natural scent, he growled softly as he started giving you open-mouth kisses on your neck melting into the counter, you sighed, trying not to make too much noise. “Logan.. this is wrong..” You said in a low voice, realizing the size of the situation, how much the years and years relationship that Logan and your father means. You pulled at his hair, trying to get him out of there.
One of his hands slid down to the crotch of your pajama shorts, His fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing on the aching nub softly. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed more of your body against his hand. “Tell me to stop, princess.” he said, giving you a sly smile, knowing full well that really, you weren't going to tell him to stop. “I can't hear you, doll.” He teased You more, your lips released a soft, low moan in response, frowning at him as his hand continued to play with you through your clothes.
“We don't want your old man to hear us, do we?” he whispered in your ear in his deep voice, his hand sliding down your abdomen to slide inside your panties. You bit your bottom lip as you felt Logan run the tips of his calloused fingers through your wet folds. Slowly, he pushes his two thick fingers inside, You sighed raggedly, almost moaning as your warm walls accepted the intrusion without complaint, fluttering around them.
“Lo…” You moaned softly, as he began to move his fingers, the wet and sticky noises your pussy made, Logan's eyes remained glued to your face, admiring how you writhed before just his hand. He curled his fingers in that perfect spot, making you shiver. His mouth attacked yours, muffling your sounds with his lips. “Dirty girl.. you're so wet, I barely gave you two kisses.” He teased, with a wide smirk. his face returns to your neck, kissing it a little more, tasting your skin.
You started touching the sky with your hands while his fingers increased the speed, touching that gummy spot again and again without stopping, your body was tensing, preparing for your orgasm. Logan gave a few more movements before removing his fingers, making you let out a moan of protest, your hips pressing against his body, asking for more, begging to be brought back to the state of near orgasm. You looked at him with a frown.
“You have to wait. Can you do that for me?” he said, giving you a small nod before bringing two fingers to his mouth, groaning at the taste, Divine. He gives you a peck on your lips, Lifting up your shirt, without a bra, you were truly a gift sent from the devil, to tempt him and... do horrible things to his old friend, like fucking his daughter in the kitchen. He smiled as he got inside your shirt, starting to suck on one of your nipples, holding and gently squeezing your other tit.
You let him have fun there. The old man looked like he needed it. “Are you enjoying that?” You asked, feeling him lightly bite your nipple, making you gasp.
“Damn right I am.” He responds, leaving your boob with a wet pop, going with the other, Lapping the hardened nub before wrapping his lips around it, sucking with his eyes closed. He decided to leave, slipping out from inside your shirt. He realized how hard he was, how tight his pants and boxers were, how his cock throbbed.
“I want to feel it." You said, starting to unbutton his pants, Logan didn't stop you, watching as you pulled down his boxers, leaving his hard, thick cock exposed to the kitchen air. It was really nice to look at, it was long enough and perfectly thick, the tip was somewhat wet with precum, and it had veins decorating the entire shaft. Logan had thick pubic hair but it was trimmed, you thought about going to your room but the stairs were really noisy, pure luck you didn't make that much noise going down.
Logan grabbed your wrist, inviting you to touch him. You smirked, wrapping a hand around his cock. You heard him growl low. “You havin’ fun down there, princess?” You started slow, but his big hand covered yours, tightening the grip, showing you how he liked it.
“there we go..” He rasped, watching you jerk him off. After a few movements, you removed your hand, watching his cock throb, wanting more. A taste of his own medicine. Your smirk became wider after seeing him frown.
Logan's hands went to the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down. Revealing the pair of panties you'd decided on today, also revealing the wet stain between them.Logan reached down and kissed your pussy through the fabric, making you shiver before returning to his original height, placing a kiss on your lips. His fingers moved your panties to the side.
He drew you closer to the edge of the counter, starting to run the tip of his cock through your wet folds. teasing you, even rubbing it on your clit with a wide smirk. “Stop teasing, Logan.” you said, Frustrated, you didn't really care too much about your father's and Logan's codes anymore, the latter was really a terrible friend, but the stretch of feeling that was coming in took you out of your thoughts again. Letting out a grunt in unison as he entered fully.
“Big stretch…” He whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw as he stayed still.
You took a deep breath as you relaxed your body, it felt bigger inside actually. He was so deep too, you felt every single vein pressed against your warm walls. your arms were still wrapped around his broad shoulders. “So sweet baby, so damn sweet.” He groaned in your ear, you were squeezing him pretty hard, not letting him go.
“Y-you can move..” You whispered in his ear too, feeling his cock, He began to move in and out at a slow pace. You closed your eyes as your mouth fell open, letting out sighs.
One of his rough calloused hands leaves your hips, going to your face, grabbing it softly, your eyes open. “eyes on me, darling.” He says, making eye contact. His heavy balls hitting your skin, inevitably making a sound. His hand stayed there, covering your mouth. Your sweet moans are muffled by his palm. You struggle Maintaining eye contact, his hips angled slightly, the tip of his cock kissing that spot. Your eyes rolled back, bringing your hips closer to his.
Logan smiled to himself, finding your weakness. “Aww is it there, sweetheart? real cute.” He whispered in your ear, feeling how your walls flutter around him as he talks you through it. His thrusts became faster, hitting that spot again and again, his hand leaving your mouth, your hand replacing his, covering your mouth now. Allowing his hand to go to your clit, rubbing it as the sounds of clapping filled the room.
Your body tensed, biting your palm as you rolled your eyes, “Give me some sugar, doll. Come on... cum on my cock.” He says, feeling your body convulse beneath him, your eyes got teary, wanted to moan, scream his name so badly. He didn't stop immediately, helping you through your orgasm, giving a few more thrusts and caressing your clit.
“cute little thing..”
Now relaxed, you let him use you, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic as he chases his orgasm.
“you can cum inside..” you whispered, looking at him. your red cheeks and your pretty eyes, how you're hugging his whole cock, so heavenly.
“I shouldn’t, sweetheart” He says it in a husky voice, his teeth clenched as if he's fighting himself. His instinct is to hold back, but then his lips meet yours, soft and hungry, your legs press him closer to you, your nails digging into his back.
“You can... you have my permission. I want it.”
It's all it takes. His self-control crumbles the instant you say it in that sweet, desperate voice.
“Fuck— You're gonna be the death of me.” His thrust slows down as you feel the thick ropes of semen pouring inside you. You sighed as Logan finally went still, they stayed connected for a while. In pure silence.
You could say that the desire to sleep came to you after all.
Logan wordlessly withdrew his semi-limp cock from you. Leaving you empty, you let out a soft moan, missing the closeness and warmth of his body. Putting it back inside his boxers, he reached for your panties. Taking them off and putting them in his pocket with a proud smile, he helped you get off the counter and pull up your shorts.
It wasn't certain if it meant it would happen again, it was wrong, and you felt a little guilty. But a small part of you wanted to do it again. You looked up, leaving a kiss on his cheek, before starting walking towards the stairs.
“good night, lo.” You whispered, You looked at him as he winked at you.
“night, doll.” He said, walking towards the sofá. watching your legs as you climb the stairs, noticing how his semen runs down your leg.
He patted his pocket, making sure your panties were still there, he smirked again as he lay down.
grey looks so good on him ♡
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NOTES: fuck me Logan PLEASE. As always, I need him, so! Very short as always
WARNINGS: car sex, nicknames, Logan knows who you are before the deed but you don’t, getting folded in half by Logan (hope ur flexible), porn (technically) no plot?
Dofp!Logan is coming to find you the second he gets to his young selfs body. Okay, maybe not the second, he does still have to get Charles and Hank, but there’s a day in between events, where nothing happens and he’s not needed for the sake of the universe and he takes it. And when Charles and Hank ask where he’s going, he just tells them he has someone he needs to see.
Honestly it’s a little too easy to find you. And it’s just as easy to get you all folded up in the back of the Buick, his cock sheathed inside you with your heels scraping the roof, head nearly hitting the car window with each thrust. He was always too good at getting you right where he wanted. You didn’t even know each other yet, no, you and Logan don’t meet for at least five more years, but you’re younger and just a bit sluttier and you’re not exactly banging your hands on his chest after he asks to take you out back after an hour of laying it on heavy at the bar you were working at.
“Look at you, baby, so fucking pretty—mmph—and all for me, isn’t that right?” You nod quickly, skin sheening with sweat, clawing at his shoulders while you’re absolutely gushing around his cock. You might have been embarrassed putting out so easily if every word coming out of his mouth didn’t send a warm tingle down to your cunt.
Your ankles bob on either side of his head where he’s got his eyes craned down to look at where he’s pushing in and out of you, like he’s mesmerized. He pulls out half way, then pushes in half way, just to fuck with you—at least that’s what you think. You have no idea how much he’s savoring the sight of your pussy wrapping around him, how twitchy and pretty she is. He laughs when you writhe and buck beaneath him, but he’s got your hips pinned down to the seat, and god this guy is fucking strong. He growls—fucking growls—when he finally bottoms out, and he looks at you like he could absolutely eat you alive, “So perfect for me, just wanna feel good don’t you, sweetheart?”
It’s hard to answer, especially since he’s sinking over you now, bringing your legs with him, ankles on his shoulders while he’s leaning over you driving even deeper than before. The tinge of pain of being nearly entirely folded in half is lost in every thrust that knock’s repeatedly into the soft spongy spot inside you. His breath fans over your face, and you think he might kiss you but he just looks at you, and then turns his head to kiss the side of your ankle, “Sorry sweetheart,” he groans, “If I kiss you—mmh—there’s no way in hell I’m leaving ya.”
You think to ask what he means, but then he’s got a thumb on your clit and his cock is shoving impossibly deeper, and every one of your thoughts is immediately leaving your pretty little head.
Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini
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Pairing: Professor!Logan Howlett x F!Reader
Summary: You’re secretly fucking your sister’s professor. So why not wear a little something special for him at the pool party you’re invited to?
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Secret relationship. Age gap. SMUT—Teasing. Risk of getting caught. Dom/sub vibes. Pet names. Unprotected p in v sex (she’s on birth control, but still remember to wrap it!). Cream pie.
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Before You Begin…This is for the Wet Hot Logan Summer Ficathon! I was given DOFP Logan (I chose Professor!Logan because well 🥵) and the prompt “X-Men pool party night” as suggested by @cigars-and-claws Pine I hope you enjoy this! And I hope everyone else reading enjoys this, too ❤️
“Uhhh sis? You don’t think that outfit is too…revealing?”
“Oh this old thing?” you asked. “I just want to look my best!”
“For anyone in particular?”
“No.”
You’re lying right to your sister’s face.
The two of you are getting ready to go to the annual end of year pool party being held at her school. Years ago, your sister discovered she was a mutant with telekinesis. A powerful being. While your parents disowned her, you took your little sister under your wing. Then the two of you discovered Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, a place where she could be around people similar to her. Despite being an average person, you were welcome at the mansion and visited a few times.
That’s how you met him. Professor Logan Howlett, your sister’s history professor. He was much older than you, but you didn’t care. How could you resist that buff body and white streak in his dark hair. You flirted with him, but he rebuffed, saying he was too damaged. He always said, “You don’t know how many lives I’ve lived, bub.” You aren’t exactly sure what that means. Perhaps a double identity? Anyway, he did eventually give in. He let you know who the one in charge was. And it wasn’t you.
But you did try and take over once in a while. Or at least tease him. Such as now, when you walk into the party wearing a yellow bikini with polka dots. And bikinis are sexy enough. But this one was particularly skimpy, showing off your cleavage. Not to mention the bikini shorts were…let’s just say perhaps a bit too small.
The moment you took off your coverup, Logan was doing everything in his power to keep a straight face. Your romance was a secret. He couldn’t let anyone know that he found you, the 20-something older sister of one of his students, attractive. And everyone certainly couldn’t know that he’s fucked you in his bed several times. And in the shower. And on his desk.
You made it hard for him. It started with you asking him to assist with putting your sunscreen on. At first he refused, his explanation being that it was 5pm and would be dark soon. But you told him that the sun is usually at its strongest during this period.
Logan finally caved. When his skin touched yours, you got wet at the memories of all the times you’ve had skin-to-skin contact. When you’ve dug your fingers in. And he liked the pain. Or post-coital when you’d absentmindedly draw heart shapes on his hairy chest. Or all the times he’s smoothed his hand over your ass. Logan loved your ass. You made sure to wiggle it when he moved onto your back.
“Stop,” he grunts in your ear. “Don’t do this to me, bub.”
“Stop what?” you look up at him with wide eyes. “Asking my sister’s teacher for a favor?”
Logan growls. He’s frustrated. You’re not sure if it’s out of sexual frustration or not.
The pool party is quite lovely. The mutant children use their gifts as opportunities to have fun, such as your sister using her telekinetic powers to skirt tubes across the pool. You don’t really have time for games that aren’t getting Logan to drag you away to finger fuck you. So you just stick with that, getting a hot dog and wrapping it around your lips in a suggestive way. He seems to be the only one who takes notice, sending you a warning glare.
You wish it was his cock wrapped around your lips. And you have a feeling that Logan wishes the same thing.
You don’t always tease him. You find opportunities to talk to the adults. You’re in an awkward position considering most of the people here are either much older than you or much younger. The ones who are closest to you in age are Marie and Bobby. You talk to them for a bit. Marie is heavily pregnant, her bathing suit showing off her round stomach. You do hope to have a child someday, you’re just not sure who.
You talk to Ororo and Jean at one point. They’ve both been kind to you. It baffles you because Scott is so standoffish while Jean, at least in your experience, has always treated you well. Initially you actually were scared Logan had a crush on her. Some nights when the two of you would lay in bed together, he’d babble on and on about how annoying Scott was. It reminded you of the times you used to talk smack about the girlfriend of the boy you liked. This was in high school. Not your proudest moment. But for some reason, when Logan did it, you found it funny.
“So, any men in your life?” Ororo asks in curiosity.
You gulp. “Um, no not at the moment. Just me.” Did that even come out right? Eh who cares? Now you’re just focusing on the fact that Logan has his shirt off.
Ororo clearly doesn’t see you ogling the hairy Canadian mutant, because she suggests, “Want me to set you up with this one teacher here? He’s our new art teacher. Very nice guy and around your age.”
“I don’t think she’d be interested.”
Your head snaps around to Jean when she says this. She gives you a knowing smile. Does she know something? Did Logan tell her? Or is it not as obvious as you think it is?
The sun is down. It’s about 8:30pm. And you still haven’t gotten Logan to snap. You decide to play one last little trick on him. He’s laying down on a pool lounge chair, gazing up at the moon.
“Hello Logan,” you wave.
He doesn’t even look at you. “Having fun, bub?”
“That’s a cute nickname, ya know?” you say. “Though I notice you call everyone that. Don’t I get a special little nickname? Doesn’t the girl you’re fucking deserve—”
“You know you can’t say that in public…” He says the next word with extra emphasis: “Bub.”
You scoff. “Nobody’s around, Lo. Too busy—Oh no!” You “accidentally” drop your phone on the ground. “Oh no! Would you look at that!” you exclaim over-dramatically. “I guess I need to pick it up!”
Logan starts to get up, “Actually, I can—”
“Oh no! Don’t worry Lo! I got it!”
You turn around and bend down. Your ass is no doubt right in his face. You wiggle it. You wish you could see what look he was giving you now.
When you look up, you see his face. It’s stunned, a bit angry. He gets up, grabs your arm, and whispers into your ear, “Meet me in my room.”
You feel a wet patch form in your bikini bottoms. “Bedroom or classroom?”
“Bed. Don’t be late, bub.”
He gives you a smack on the ass before heading off in a hurry. What follows is the most excruciating five minutes of your life. All you can wonder is what will happen in his bed? Will he edge you? Make you cum over and over again? Will he tie you up? Will he mark you?
You race to his bedroom. Not stopping, until your sister asks you where you are going. When you tell her, “Gotta pee,” she just nods and lets you be on your way. You race up to Logan’s bedroom and when you knock, he grips your wrist and pulls you right in.
Next thing you know, your back is against the door and Logan’s tongue is in your mouth. You reach your hands up to play with his hair, but he pins them above your head. His other hand grips your chin.
“Such a naughty tease, aren’t you?” he smirks. “First wearing this,” his head gestures to the bikini, “then taking every opportunity you can to get me riled up. The hot dog? Really?”
“I wanted it to be your dick so badly,” you whine.
“You won’t get my dick, bub,” Logan grunts. “Not yet at least.”
He pushes you down on the bed and climbs on top of you. Logan traps you between his legs, and you thrust your soaking but clothed cunt against him.
“Needy.” Logan slips his hand into your bikini top. You writhe under him and do your best to suppress your moans. “This is a nice bikini I must say. Polka dots.”
“Wore it for you,” you tell him.
“I know you did.” Logan kisses your collarbone. “I love it. You wore it just for me. May have to wear it as I fuck you.”
“Please, Logan,” you beg. Your body is on fire.
“I will,” Logan proclaims. “Was gonna get you warmed up, but,” he cups your pussy, “I think you’re nice and wet for me and I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do it! I’m ready!” you plead.
He doesn’t hesitate. The bottoms roll down your legs and are tossed onto the ground. Logan enters you, and your back arches. His cock is huge. You love how it stretches you out. Logan covers your mouth and orders you to be quiet as he begins fucking you.
“So tight, Polka Dot,” he grunts. “Nice and good for me. Fuck.”
If you could make any noise, it would be begging him to keep going. To make you cum. You want to squeeze his cock. To be his good girl. You don’t even want to go back out there. Not that you didn’t like the X-Men or pool parties. But you loved the idea of being tucked away in this old man’s bedroom. Of him fucking you non-stop for hours. Of being his good little play thing. You didn’t want this to end.
“I’m gonna fill you up, Polka Dot,” Logan groans. “Still on birth control, right?”
He briefly lifts his hand off your mouth as you whimper, “Uh huh.”
Logan’s hand clamps on your mouth as he says, “Good girl. I’m gonna cum. Can you cum for me, too?”
He doesn’t need to ask. Your orgasm washes over your body. It takes a little bit before his seed spurts inside you. You’re panting. A pile of limbs feeling crushed by his big hairy body. Both of you still have your swim suits on, serving as an unfortunate reminder that you need to head back soon.
But do you have to? You’re in pure bliss as Logan kisses you all over your body and tells you how good you are for him.
“We gotta go back, Logan,” you say with regret. “They’re gonna wonder where we are.”
Logan groans. “You’re right, Polka Dot. You go first. I’ll head out soon after.”
“Polka Dot? Is that your nickname for me?”
“Yeah. I guess so. You like it?”
“Oh I do! It’s special to me and that’s all that I want.”
The two of you make it back to the party separately. You two act as if nothing had just happened between the two of you behind closed doors.
The only indication is his cum leaking out of your hole and into those polka dot bikini bottoms.
Closing Thots…There ya go! I hope I did this prompt justice! 🙏🏻 thank you so much to @lareinedulune & @lubdubology for organizing this! It was so much fun to write! And I highly encourage all of you to check out what the other writers have written or will write. Happy Summer!
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