Make It Right II (Logan Howlett) nsfw
A/N: ex!logan x princess!reader, angst, comfort, mentions of SA, mentions of violence and blood, dark!logan, possessive!logan, dub con, unprotected sex
Part One
It was nearly 1am when you were woken out of your sleep. Not by any sound, by a presence. A dark and heavy sense of self accompanied by a smell of iron, smoke, and sweat that you had come to associate with danger, but also protection.
“Logan?” You called, not too loudly because you knew he’d heard you the moment you sat up in your bed. “Is that you?”
His heavy footsteps stalked through the narrow hallway and you forced down the lump in your throat as his silhouette came to a stop in front of your slightly open door. With the light from your salt lamp falling onto him, you could see the blood dried on his knuckles, the stogie in his mouth, the scuff marks and splatters of sweat and more blood on his boots. “Just me, princess.”
“What did you do?” You asked with wide eyes and trembling hands as his large and imposing figure walked over to the side of your bed.
Slowly, his hand came up to touch your face and you flinched only slightly due to the blood, but it didn’t deter him. Logan cupped your cheek and smoothed his thumb over the apple of it, tinting your skin a pale crimson. “I made things right,” He said with a small smile as if he had done you a favor. “For you.”
A small, defeated sigh leaves your lips and you look at him sadly. “You can’t keep doing things like this,” You say, gently taking his hand off your face and looking over his knuckles. They were healed, the blood definitely wasn’t his, and you chewed your bottom lip anxiously at the thought of Eric bloodied and dropped in some ditch. “Did you-is he, you know…” You trail off, unsure of how to ask such a loaded question.
Fortunately, Logan can still read you like the front page. “He’s alive, missin’ a few teeth,” He added with a small shrug as he cupped your concerned face in his large, warm palms before continuing, “But he’ll learn never to touch you like that again.”
“I didn’t wan-” You begin, but he cuts you off with a sudden and very hungry kiss. “Mm, Lo-”
His tongue slips easily past your lips, quieting your weak protests as he moves to lay on top of you, his bloodied boots abandoned on the floor, his clothes coming off along with yours until his dirty hands are caressing your bare body. The blood tints your skin a light crimson as his hands revisit the sensitive spots Logan likes to tease, squeezing your thighs and kneading your hips and stimulating your breasts while you squirm for him. “Let me, princess,” He begs, kissing your neck and groaning as your thighs spread beneath him. “Let me make you feel good, just tonight.” You can feel the erection between his thighs pressed against your lower belly and you moan as he slowly grinds against your pussy.
“Just tonight.” You sigh, tipping your head back as the head of his cock slides and teases your wet entrance. “Logan, wait, do you have a con-”
The questions shoots out of your head as his cock pushes in and you arch in ecstasy as he fills you, stretches you, fits in you like no one else can and, damn it, you’ve tried.
“Just like I remember.” He groans, taking one of your hands and placing it on his bare chest as he begins fucking you. His length slides in and out, stretching your pussy with each thrust until you’re writhing from the intense pleasure. “That’s my sweet girl. You like it, huh, princess?” Logan’s tongue licks greedily at yours, biting and growling while you wonder how these same hands that can knock the teeth out of someone’s mouth are now so carefully moving over your body.
“Lo-Logan, you can’t hurt people just b-bec-uh!” You struggle to scold him while his hips roll steadily into yours in that way that makes his swollen tip press into your cervix each time. “You’re always f-fight-ing, one day you-you’re going to-oh, fuck!” You give up, crying out and scratching at his back as he pulls an orgasm out of you with far too much ease, groaning in approval as you squeeze around him.
As he helps you ride it out, Logan is watching you writhe helplessly, his red stained hands holding your waist and one of your thighs to the mattress. “Wasn’t just because,” He pants, staring into your big, watery eyes as he fucks you slow and deep, now holding your jaw in one hand so you keep your eyes on him, blood staining your flushed, teary cheeks. “You’re mine, princess, I gotta keep you safe.” He tells you, kissing your trembling lips and swallowing your weak cry as you near a second release. “You’re still mine. Always. Mine.”
His thrusts increase in speed and you arch beneath him, gasping as one large arm wraps around your waist to keep your trembling body pressed to his. Your release takes over and your arms wrap securely around his broad shoulders as you cry his name and clench with a wet sound around his cock. “Oh, Logan!” You sob, gasping through your moans as he keeps going, chasing his own release through yours. “Oh, fuck!”
“Shit,” Logan grunts, panting into the crook of your neck as his load spurts in thick ropes inside your squelching walls. “Fuck, princess,” He shudders as he sinks into you slow, deep to hear his mess stuffed in you. “Let me stay. Please.” He begs, breathing heavily as he peppers your neck and shoulder with desperate kisses. “Please?”
Say no, he just nearly killed someone, you think to yourself as you caress his back, feeling the subtle spasms in his large muscles just beneath your palms. But he’s here, with you, coddling you and comforting you the best way he knows how, reclaiming your body the way you’ve missed.
“Just tonight,” You whisper, your voice hoarse from crying his name, and you caress his cheek as he pulls back to look down at you. “And you need to shower, you’re all filthy.”
“Didn’t hear any complaints till now.” Logan teases, kissing your nose and making you roll your eyes. “You comin’ with me?” He asks and you find yourself nodding because while you can’t be with him, Logan sure makes your life easier, even safer.
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