A/N: married!logan x dog sitter!reader, 18+f!reader, taboo AU, cheating, blowjob in the living room
Little blurb that popped into my head today where married!logan has a wife obsessed with her tiny and pampered show dog that Logan merely tolerates. A $3,000 Pomeranian named Daisy who is groomed twice a week, never without her booties or doggy raincoat when she takes a leak outside, a legacy in dog show circuits, etc. His wife pays more attention to the prim canine than Logan at this point in their marriage.
Then she hires you as a dog sitter to make Daisy’s packed schedule and appointments easier to manage during the work week. It involves a lot of coming and going from the Howletts’ house. Fortunately, you live in the same neighborhood a few blocks down with your father.
It’s convenient.
You get to make a few hundred bucks a week while you’re in college and Logan can stop taking time off from the shop to chauffeur Daisy around. Everyone wins. You and Logan end up benefitting far more than his wife and Daisy, however.
It starts with mid afternoon run-ins when Logan is coming home for lunch at the same time that you return from walking Daisy.
“Oops,” You say, startled by his presence on your first day in the kitchen where he’s making a sandwich. “Oh, Mr. Logan,” You sigh, your hold on Daisy relaxing as you realize it’s just the man of the house. “I didn’t realize you’d be home.”
“Sorry, kid,” Logan says, sparing you a glance, and doing a double take. Your yoga pants hug your hips and thighs in a flattering manner, he notices, and then he turns back to the cutting board. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“No worries!” You chirp, grabbing one of the expensive dog treats sitting in the cookie jar on the counter by him. “You like to take your lunch breaks at home?”
Logan nods, setting aside his knife to grab a plate. “Quieter than at the shop with those clowns.”
At that, you can’t help a laugh as you give Daisy her treat and gently set her on the floor. Logan feels the faint tug of a smirk at the sound. “Lots of clowns in the world of auto mechanics?” You ask playfully.
“Plenty at my shop. All they do is goof off and make a mess for me to clean up.” You laugh again, shaking your head incredulously as you lean against the counter, smiling easily at him. “You laughin’ at me?”
“You’re funny,” You say, a warmth blooming in your cheeks. “You don’t seem like it, you come off a little serious, but you’re actually fun.”
Logan looks at you for a moment and smiles, giving you an appreciative nod before he slices his sandwich in half and slides the plate towards you. “Here, gotta make sure you eat somethin’.”
Every other day that Logan decides to take lunch at home, you’re there. In your little Lululemon sets, cheeks pink from the light exercise of walking the spoiled pet around the neighborhood. Logan enjoys the company, he enjoys having someone to talk to again. You listen to him, you don’t make every conversation about Daisy, you ask about him. Stuff his wife no longer does. Logan tells himself that’s all it is, he likes the attention of someone young and pretty like yourself.
“All done?” You ask as you hop off the stool and take his plate to the skin with your own.
It’s the middle of the day, he’s taking his lunch break and you just finished bringing Daisy in from her walk and now she’s lying in her bed by the fireplace with a toy. Logan’s eyes follow you as you move easily around the kitchen.
“You don’t gotta wash ‘em.” He tells you, coming up behind you and setting his glass on the counter.
“It’s not a problem, Mr. Logan,” You say, looking up at him over your shoulder and he realizes just how close he is to you. The scent of your shampoo wafts in his face as his chest touches your shoulder, and he doesn’t back away. Your eyes meet his, your face warms up bashfully as his nose brushes your hairline. “I like being helpful.”
It’s convenient.
That’s what Logan tells himself when he’s making out with you against the counter before lifting you and settling down on the couch where you’re straddling him now. You’re just a convenient outlet to some stress, he tells himself as his hands roam under your blouse. You’re here all the time anyway, you pay attention to him when he’s around, it’s an indulgence, really, he reasons while cupping your ass. It just feels good to be the center of attention again in his own house.
“Mr. Logan, you’re so strong.” You say against his lips as your hands smooth over the black t-shirt pulled taut across his broad chest. Your hips roll gently against his own, humming softly when you feel the hardening length in his pants.
“Just Logan, darlin’,” He says, his mouth moving down your neck and making you shiver in his arms. Lord, his restraint is holding on by a thread as he feels your body sinking into him, submissive and willing. “Damn it, this ain’t right.”
“I won’t tell, promise.” You whisper, your hand already reaching for his belt and undoing it while keeping your eyes on his face to gauge his reaction. It wasn’t your plan to seduce your employer’s husband, but it’s certainly not an opportunity you’re passing up. “I’ve seen the way your wife dismisses you, that’s not right.” You say while sliding down onto the floor between his wide spread thighs. You tug open his jeans and he lets you bring them down just enough for hard cock to spring out. “A husband should be taken care of, don’t you think?” Logan gives you a small nod and you grin in satisfaction as you take his swollen tip into your mouth. His head tips back with a groan and one of his large hands settles on your head as you start sucking him down.
The living room fills with the sound of your wet gagging, the way you hum around it while keeping one hand squeezed around his base. Logan’s thighs flex from the subtle thrusts into your warm little mouth and he swears as he stares up at the ceiling while petting your head. “That’s a good girl.” He sighs, hips thrusting up slightly further to make you choke on his tip. “Fuck, you’re so good.”
His half-lidded eyes land on the mantle above the fireplace across from him and he eyes the dainty, dog figurines his wife has lined up among dog show trophies. Lord, what a joke this marriage turned out to be, but the way you’re sucking his cock so greedily makes it feel like a reward from the universe for putting up with this clown show in the suburbs that has become his day to day.
Messing around with married!logan is wrong, but it’s also very hot😭😩
