#wolverine smut

[iloovebrianqanddanarykroyd]

Has anyone made a fanfic (preferably smut with a plot) where its logan but during the wars and reader is a military nurse👀👀i know its kind dumb since he wouldnt really need a nurse but PLEASE.💔

[dallas-mp3]

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[vampirexlover13]

I'm On Fire - Butch lesbian!wolverine x reader

Logan is a cage fighter, you thoroughly enjoy that

a/n : this fic is extremely self indulgent lmao, logan is afab, goes by he/him bc it feels right to me and my fic my rules yippee ^-^ and im keeping his name logan bc i love girls who have boy names, hes still a mutant but its implied the x-men dont exist

Warnings - SMUTTTTT YIPPEE, afab reader, car sex, oral sex - fem receiving, fingering, finger sucking

Ao3 link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/86864981

You knew your girlfriend was a cage fighter. He had mentioned it off-handedly once or twice, just something for a little extra cash. But tonight you had nothing better to do, so you begged him to let you come watch. As per usual, he caved because he could never say no to you, and now here you are. Sitting in a sketchy dive that seemed to only play music from at least 3 decades ago, seated at the bar with a beer you hadn't touched since he got in the cage.

You expected to enjoy yourself, drunk people fighting, beer, and your super hot girlfriend, what's not to enjoy? What you didn't expect was to be so completely turned on you felt like you were frozen in place. Every punch made your breath hitch, every subtle flex of his muscles sent shivers down your spine. He always put on a tough exterior, but as far as you were concerned, that was just for image. You'd never seen him in action before, and you hoped to god this wouldn't be the last time.

You were certain you had watched him go through at least ten men. Although, how certain could you really be when all you were counting were the minutes until you were alone with him. Your beer sat forgotten on the counter while you toyed with the hem of your skirt. The bar had mostly emptied, only drunks and the bartenders still there (although you wished nobody else was there) as the last man approached the cage.

Logan glanced around the bar looking for where you had sat, but you were completely lost in your own imagination. Truth be told, you stopped paying attention three fights ago after logan had shoved a man against the cage, because all you could think about now was him doing that to you. But he met your eyes and you snapped back to reality. You waved at him best you could, and he turned his back to you once more.

You watched as the clearly wasted man stumbled into the cage with your girlfriend, and couldn't help but feel bad for what was about to happen. And for how much you were going to enjoy it. You ran your finger along the rim of the bottle and took your lip between your teeth.

As expected, the drunken man had lost horribly. Logan hadn't even let him think he had a shot, which was odd because he usually wanted to blend in with the humans. Truthfully, you didn't care whether he made a big show of being weak or just pummeled the guy to the ground. You were too focused on the way his bicep flexed as he threw him to the ground, and how cute he was when he had his face all scrunched up in pain, and how you'd seen him make that exact face when he-

You clenched your thighs together, a lame attempt at relieving some of the pressure. You watched as the other man was dragged from the cage, and logan follow close behind. You couldn't even look at him, in fear you would reveal your intent too early. You were suddenly very aware of your surroundings. The cool barstool against your thighs, how you were now very grateful you wore a skirt, and hey was that neon sign always there? You hear his footsteps getting closer and closer until you couldn't avoid him anymore.

When you finally make eye contact, there's a certain darkness to them. a measure of want, of need. Then, it hits you. He could smell you. He probably knew what you wanted, what you were thinking of, the whole time.

shit.

"wow logan that was-"

"lets go. now."

"but don't you need your money?" you pretended not to know why he was in such a hurry, but it was too late.

"doesn't matter, we're leaving. go wait in the truck"

You grabbed your purse and jacket and hurried out into the parking lot, your body buzzing with excitement. You didn't have the slightest clue what he planned on doing to you, but you liked it that way.

You sat in the passenger seat, fidgeting with and adjusting your hair, not that that mattered, you just picked up the habit when you were nervous. When he finally gets to the truck, his jaw is clenched and he doesn't even look at you. His grip on the steering wheel was firm, the drive back was silent. The tension lay thick in the air, but you didn't dare say anything. All of a sudden he jerks the steering wheel to the right, veering away from the familiar path home.

"Logan, where are we-"

He slams on the breaks. You were in an empty parking lot of a seemingly abandoned building. He slowly turns the car off, and turns his face towards you. Without saying a word, he opens his door, walks around the truck, and opens your door.

"You think you're so cute don't you"

His words sent a chill through your body. There was a bite to them, but you could tell he was trying to restrain himself. Like if he wasn't angry, all his reserve would melt away and he wouldn't have made it this far from the bar before something happened.

"...Yes?"

That was his last straw. He threw the seat back and climbed on top of you, slamming the door behind him. He yanks your shirt off, and your skirt down your legs and situates himself in between your legs, mouth level with your core.

"Wait don't you think we should go somewhere more private"

He's made quick work of tugging your panties down and tossing them into the driver seat. You gasped as the cold night air hit your bare skin.

"You've been driving me crazy all night, sweetheart. Couldn't wait 'till we got back."

He pauses.

"As long as that's alright with you, baby?"

It was way more than alright. You didn't say anything else, just shook your head yes furiously, too needy to be capable of speech anymore.

"I need you to use your words."

"mm fuck, yes its alright"

"that's a good girl"

He wasted no time, immediately licking a stripe up your pussy. Usually, he takes his time. Kissing up your thighs, stopping to bite and suck and mark you up. But not now, there was no time for that. As much as he wanted to tease you, drag this out, make you beg for it, he didn't have the restraint.

He quickly focused on your clit, sucking on it hard at first, then just flicking over it with his tongue. He made slow, back and forth motions, trying to get you as worked up as possible before giving you what you needed. You were a mess under him, letting out breathy moans and gripping his hair in your hands, tugging on it when he was doing particularly well.

The seat was cramped, but it being such a tight space worked out in your favor, you were able to push up off the seat and angle your body just right. The mix of the cold night air coming in through the trucks window and his hot breath was driving you crazy. He looked up at you through his brows and you let out a loud moan through your teeth. the way his face was lit by the dim streetlight, you couldn't get enough of it. He was gorgeous like this.

He pulled his mouth away and you let out a desperate whine, but it was quickly replaced with one of his fingers, slowly stretching you out. He thrust his finger into you, picking up speed and adding a second while you humped into his palm, desperate for friction against your clit.

He peppered kisses up your body, stopping to leave hickeys along your tits. He got to your neck and bit down hard, and then pressing a gentle kiss to the already bruising mark. he finally met your lips with his for the first time all night, a long awaited reunion, and it was met with a fervor. Your moans were silenced against his lips and he was taking up all of your senses. You tried to get him as close as possible, taking his whole tongue into your mouth and pressing your body against his. He broke away and buried his face in your hair as he continued to pump his fingers.

You were getting loud now, moaning and whimpering breathy nonsense. As much as Logan loved to hear the sweet noises that spilled out of you in moments like this, there was part of him that was worried about someone hearing. So, naturally, he shoved his thumb in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue and making you look at him.

"Baby, I need you to be quiet for me, can you do that?"

you nodded slowly, and closed your mouth around his thumb, and he pulled it out with a soft pop sound. He then made his way back down your body, running his tongue over your heat once more. He presses a light kiss to your clit and picks up the pace with his thrusts, pushing them deeper and harder. You wanted this to last forever, you wanted him like this all the time. You felt yourself clench around his fingers, and you could feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

"fuck logan I'm so- I'm gonna-"

"shh baby I know," he cuts you off, "cum for me, sweetheart"

With that you came completely undone, letting out a loud moan of his name and arching your back against the seat. Logan continued to pump his fingers in and out of you, riding out your orgasm. When you quieted down, and he can tell you're done, he pulls his fingers out and takes them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

It's quiet for a while, only the sound of you being out of breath and the scent of sex lingering in the air. Logan silently fixes your seat and presses a kiss to your forehead.

"I should come see you fight more often"

[iwouldfightforfrenchie]

"My daughter is fine" your daughter wants Logan Howlett, aka Wolverine to put her in a full nelson and absolutely destroy her insides while calling her "Bub"

[spikedbootz]

A sleepless trans guy in a small dying down keeps accidentally becoming Wolverine's safest place.

Somewhere between bloodstained gauze, sleepless nights, and being seen too clearly, attachment curdles into something feral.

[slamminslamminmcgill]

need to cling onto wolverine and just. huff him. bury my face in his pits his tits his bush his butt Wherever. thinkin bout humping his leg while huffing his armpits like poppers and he calls me a dumb cunt for getting off like that aaaaaa

i need him to be mean to meeee

[bucklebunny00]

Werewolf! Wolverine/ Logan Howlett x Lamb-Herder, Reader 🐑

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Summary: A little Shepherd realizes she’s a few sheep short. She goes out into the woods to hunt for the big bad wolf that might’ve taken them and well?— He’s big alright. (Chasing scene included.)

Tags & CW: nsfw/18+, MCU AU, MEDIEVAL AU??, Werewolf! Logan, Monsterf*cking, LOGAN CHASES U THROUGH THE WOODS, coercion, Unprotected p-in-v, breeding kink, overstimulation, rough sex, 🪢-ing, tw for descriptions of slight blood & gore that is sheep related.

WC: 2.5k

A/N: first post, hii. this came 2 me after watching Van Helsing .. Pls enjoy muuuahh !~

- xoxo

B.B

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There it was again, that familiar.. euphoric rush. It coursed through every icy vein in Logan’s body, bubbling in his chest as if it were booze.

Blood, the very taste of it had left him in a drunken state, eerily still as he rode that blissful high.

He stood there, chest to the sky and head crooned back in visible ecstasy— his maw wet with crimson. Logan had just slain a lamb- a few lambs, actually.

Their emaciated corpses lay strewn and sliced, scattered here and there across the forest floor. Gore painted his twitching arms and the wet grass beneath him.

Poor, poor lambs.


They’d foolishly wandered from their pen, away from their shepherd, away from you. And you in all your goodness, went out to look for them.

You’d known your lambs since they were stumbling babes. You delighted in the way they sniffed at the sweet grass, in how their sparkling eyes gazed up at you. They were so sweet, so gentle, but so foolish.

It wasn’t long before you’d realized some were missing. During evening count back at the pasture, your heart sunk when you noticed you were short four lambs.

With haste you nudged the remaining lambs into their pen, and went barreling into the woods, lantern in one hand- and shotgun in the other.

Worry soon set in alongside the bitter cold. You rested your hand flat against your chest, in an attempt to soothe the ache that had settled there. Oh, the dread.. the worry… 

“Where have you all gone?…” You whispered to yourself.
It was then that a gust of wind came, making the old oaks groan and sway. It startled you— and the brutal chill cut at your cheeks, eliciting a hiss from your lips. In a flurry, you wound your cloak tight, and turned away from the wind before trudging on.

Unbeknownst to you, at that very moment, your scent stretched faaaaaar across the sky…..




Logan’s nose twitched.


‘Somethin’ sweet?...’ He mumbled. 

An intoxicating perfume had carried on the wind. It stirred something within him— a voracious hunger that made the fur along his back bristle.

Now, Logan was no glutton— and although he’d had his fill of carnage— that little whiff was enough to snap him out of his potent high, leaving him starved for more… more…more…

Something juicy, and pulsing with red, hot blood was someplace, somewhere in these woods. 

Where are you? 

He thought. Another sniff.

Mmm.. it was somethin’ like fresh cream… 

Logan could practically taste you, and you rolled around so nicely on his tongue. 


A few sniffs, he tried to pinpoint just exactly where you were and then—

Gotcha.

The beast ran off. He glided through the woods, following the trail you’d so willingly left in your stead. You’d worked up quite a sweat in all your searching, and Logan reveled in that enchanted aroma. Was he drooling?



Meanwhile you were up against a tree, only a few miles away. You needed to recoup, to think.. come on.. think !


Your eyes flittered up to the moon, and you could feel yourself biting back tears. Aloud, you mewled— 


“I don’t understand. I’ve seen no tracks… and it’s been so quiet. Nothing— how is there nothing left of them?”

Exhausted, you slid down into the grass, chest heaving as you readied a cry when— a sound. A distant SNAP interrupted your wallowing, and you went bolt upright.

On instinct, you went for your gun.

One finger on the trigger, and the other clutching the fore-end. The butt of your shotgun went flush against your rib, just beneath your chest. You slowly scanned the treeline with bated breath. Watching. Waiting.

The distant coo of a mourning dove made you flinch.

Where are you?… you thought.

What felt like breath tickled the back of your neck & you could’ve sworn your spine turned to jelly. Fast as polished steel, you turned on your heel and cocked your gun— but before you could squeeze the trigger, the shotgun was yanked from your hands and cast aside.

With a pitiful cry, you fell backward into the earth. That thing lumbered over and when it came near, it brought with it the stench of blood.

Cold, steely eyes peered down from a goliath of a shadow. It loomed over your trembling form and in an instant you were cloaked in darkness, shielded from the buttery glow of the Full Moon.

Terror soaked your insides— you didn’t even dare to breathe.

In desperation you pawed backwards through the mud in an attempt to get away- to—

It lurched forward, and you slammed your eyes shut, jerking your head away as you prepared for the bitter sting of death when…..

It sniffed you?

“Thought I forgot one.. ” The beast rumbled.

Its baritone voice tickled your eardrum, and when its hot breath fanned across your cheek, a shudder needled your spine. Shaking, you kept your eyes shut tight til you felt it’s heat pull away.

Only then did you force your eyes open, to gaze at it in the moonlight. The beast was revealed right before your very eyes— and your stomach felt full of lead.


Werewolf..

You’d only heard stories.. but to see one in the flesh shook your very spirit. The beast stood a little over seven feet tall, and every inch of his hulking form was carved with muscle. He was human mostly, but the rest of him was that of a beast.

Long, pointed ears, and an abnormal amount of hair or fur?— on the monoliths you might’ve called legs. Massive paws.. hands? and between each knuckle a bloodstained claw.

Your heart broke a little when you saw some wool snagged on one of blades.


“I should’ve assumed it was somethin’ else…”The beast continued. You could’ve sworn you saw him lap at the air. 

“S’ too good.. That smell.” He was looking you over now. You were ovulating, and he could smell it.

“That smell…’s drivin’ me crazy.” A vein bulged in his neck and his head twitched.

You were certain. He was going to eat you, tear you to shreds like he did your lambs.

He sniffed again suddenly, as if he noticed something. You flinched.

“What’s that? No way, you’re in heat too?” He muttered.

In ‘heat?’ Huh?

He circled you, studying you as if you were some sort of specimen. You mustered up the courage to speak,

“You.. You killed my lambs.”

“Yeah, but… that smell.” He said. “That ain’t just sweat.” Desperate to feign bravery, and blind to his true intentions, you pressed him further.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. But I know I should gut you for what you did to my—“

“You won’t do shit shepherd.”

His tone frightened you. You felt small again.

Logan took another greedy inhale. His chest puffed out, his eyes fluttered into his skull. The aroma that oozed from your cunt had his head spinning like a fucking top. How in the world were you this oblivious? This stupid? Logan couldn’t believe how lucky he was.

“But if you know what’s good for ya.. you’ll run.”

Naturally, you did as you were told. You took flight— running as hard, and as fast as your legs would let you.

He didn’t chase right away and you assumed he’d given you a head start.. how cocky.. how cruel.

Horror sucked the air from your lungs when you finally heard his pounding footsteps. A panorama of the twisted wood whirled past as you went. Grass whipped at your ankles as you wove between the trees.

You choked out a scream as his cruel taunts rang out while he chased behind you, nearing you and then falling behind, as if he was teasing you.

‘I can get you.. anytime I like..’ He seemed to say.

Logan reveled in your fear, laughing banefully when your cape snagged and tore on a nearby branch, making you stumble with a squeal. Doped up on adrenaline, you barely hesitated before tearing it away and fleeing, crying as he neared you.

Fear had gnawed away what stamina you had left, and it wasn’t long before you fell— and hard. A gnarled root that jutted from the ground caught you off guard and you went crashing into the earth.

It was only a few seconds before Logan came, panting and lacquered to a shine with sweat.

“Whew, talk about haulin’ ass.” He huffed out. “Almost lost ya there for a second.” He said, kneeling down to where you lay.

“Please, let me go. Don’t eat me— okay??? I— I’ll make you sick if you eat me.” You cried, covering your head with your hands.

“I swear if you let me go I’ll never come into these woods ever again.” You pleaded.

Blubbering and bargaining for your life, Logan watched, amused. “You think I’m gonna eat ya?” He laughed. And your head rose, frozen— If he didn’t want to eat you.. What did he want with you?

“But you?? I thought—?“

“How’s this, shepherd—“ He spat the title as if it were venom. “You let me blow off some steam, and I let you go. Easy.”


His words settled in your mind. What could he mean? ‘Blow off some steam?’…

Oh.

You scoffed at first. You thought to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it, at the utter gall.

“C’mon, bub. Lemme sate both our appetites, yeah?” He grinned.


“I’m plenty sated.” You cut. 

“No. You’re not.” He kneeled down and crawled over to you. “I can smell you’re not.”

Could he actually fucking SMELL your bluff?? Sure you’d had poor luck in dating but…. Christ !

His eyes locked on to your groin, and you swallowed thickly. He snaked himself closer and closer before diving in— nose first, right into the crotch of your panties. You watched in surprise as his arms coiled ‘round the underside of your thighs and held you in place while he kissed, and licked on the dampness there, reveling in your scent with a groan.

It was almost too much, him rutting into the earth, the heat of his maw against your most private parts. It turned your tummy to knots and to your utter despair, had your cunt throbbing against his tongue.


He’d soon rutted the pants off himself, whimpering like a dog all the while— and when the beast straightened, you saw what bobbed between his legs. Thick as your forearm and ending just below his belly button.

A fat, petal pink tip that faded to a fine bronze, and at the base, thick locks of chocolate brown hair.

If that ended at HIS belly button.. Where in God’s name would it go inside you?…

“I don’t… there’s no way.” You droned, staring at that bobbing, throbbing, thing. His absurd size would’ve split you in half, no doubt.

“Ohh.. c’mon. You gotta let me try at least, Please?” he cooed, his glowing eyes like embers.

Logan rutted against your flesh desperately begging “Please baby, Please… Lemme in, yeah?”

“It’ll make you feel so good baby, you’ll see.” He cooed, humping your sticky heat teasingly.

Dumbly, and with eyes that might as well of had hearts in them— you looked up and nodded. “Uhuh..”

Breathlessly, he palmed his dick and eaaased on in. “That’s it.” he rasped, watching without blinking as he sunk into you. He was only halfway in before you were pawing at his torso. “Ssloowdown—“ you mewled.

Your jaw went slack when he finally bottomed out and the stretch left you dumbfounded.

Logan bucked into you on impulse. How couldn’t he? You felt like a dream— He had to have more— every little bit of you and then some.

His strokes were slow at first, but it was hard to resist with how wet you were. So fuckin’ messy—~ He whimpered. Soon enough his pace grew greedy and pointed. Clearly he was on a mission to leave you limping,

“Mine, Mine, Mine,…”

He foamed, and at the base of his cock, a gelatinous, creamy ring had formed, crowning his knot.

The squelches of your syrupy pussy mingled with the wet clapping of skin and your pleading cries for more.. more.. more..

With every stroke he wound that ever-winding ball of ecstasy tighter and tighter til you were dizzy. You’d never felt so full. 

His hands retreated to your hips, “Wanna.. give ya all of me, baby. Can you take that?” he hissed between kisses against your neck and nipping at your earlobe a little too hard.

Logan clawed at your hips for purchase as he worked the bulging knot beyond the sore folds of your pussy.

“Tooo m-much..!” You babbled.

His head crooned backward. He was drooling again— “Maybe next time you won’t go into the fuckin’ woods alone, yeah??”

“MmN—h!~..soo-OorRyyY—”

You wailed, overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Oughta put a pup in ya.” He ground into you then, a shaky laugh rumbling in his chest as his fingertips reached for the slight bulge beneath your belly button before diving for your neglected clit.

A pitiful “Oh” dribbled from your lips as he swatted at the tender nub, rubbing circles there til’ you were weeping.

“Or two.. hell— maybe a whole litter?”

Logan drew his hips back, the ridges in his thighs taut like bowstring before drilling right back into you again, and again, and again— til he was pounding your cervix to what felt like mush. “Rrright there… hh..ouh.. Pplease..” You begged.

That little ball of pleasure might as well of been a pit, the way you were disappearing-- melting into him, fucking him right back til you were cumming on his cock with a cry.

 “Atta girl..”

He cooed, fucking you still and the aftershocks were sweet, sweet punishment.

God, he’s swimming in it. Your pretty little pussys’ got spring like its elastic, and when Logan notices you starting to fade away he pulls back, bottoming out of you with the sort of wet POP you’d hear in a brothel.

“I wanna see you..” You babbled, and of course he obliged, flipping you on your back and folding your knees to where they were touching your ears.

You might as well or been on another planet, and with the intent to bring you back to Earth, Logan slapped the heavy crown of his penis against your abused clit and your brain went static.

He rubbed himself on your abused nub before sinking into you once more. You could feel he was close— the way he twitched inside of you.

“Mnh.. G-Gonna cum— Sugar.” He panted against your ear, kissing hungrily at your neck. Your arm wrapped ‘round his neck and pulled him close, you whispered against his cheek.

“Inside.. inside p-please—“ You yelped.

“Yeah?? Man i’m lucky.. hah.. Fuck..” He hissed.

“Pussystoofuckinngnggood.. fuck..” He babbled, gritting his pointed teeth.

Logan’s thrusts grew sloppy— you could hear the loud ‘POP’ every time his knot dribbled in and out of your sticky folds, eliciting a shriek from

you when he brushed past an especially abused bit of nerves. His large, barrel arms wrapped around you, Logan pulled you close as he could, burying himself to the hilt— and forcing that fat knot inside— you felt dizzy. A few more messy pumps before at last, he let slip a shaky, animal groan as he came, flooding your insides with semen so thick it felt like yogurt. So warm..

Logan lay there, his sweaty head against your chest, panting, whimpering— whining, and eeeever so slightly humping you still as he kissed your chest. He must’ve really wanted that load to take, huh?

“Mine, Mine.. Mine..” He muttered against your skin.


You would definitely be spending a lot more time in the woods.

[rosenclaws]

Desire || Logan Howlett Smut

summary: You and Logan get freaky in the foyer

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, fem!reader, fingering, dirty talk, small mention of oral sex, Logan is a menace.

wc: 1.2k

a/n: yeah so...I watched Bridgerton s4 part 1 and that ending scene of ep 4 fucking GOT ME. So now I have to write a lil smut drabble but its Logan bc im a freak and I can't help it. I apologize for putting out two smuts so close together I swear I have some angst cooking too sadkljfg

The moon shined through your bedroom window as you toss and turn in your bed. Your comforter has already been kicked to the floor and the sheets are tangled between your legs. All you want is to fall asleep but one thing is keeping your mind racing. That stupid handsome man living across the mansion.

Logan Howlett.

He had been consuming every waking moment since the day you two met. His ruggedly handsome face and his sharp wit had you tripping over your feet just to be close to him. He was utterly intoxicating.

Every quiet moment, shared glance, soft touch. He once placed his warm rough hand on your back to guide you out of a busy room. He smelled like the earth. Wild and free with a hint of cigar smoke. His touch lingered a little too long to be called an accident. His eyes closing as you brushed past him. Your hands touching for only a moment.

It was driving you insane.

He made you ache in ways you've never thought possible. Your heart longed for him but feeling that fluttered through your body was unmatched. The effect he had on you was almost embarrassing. Often times you'd find your hand slipping under your nightgown to the thought of him. You wondered if he was kept awake by the thought of you too. His eyes always did drift down to your lips when you spoke. It was electric.

You always knew the tension would break one day and by the state of your mind it might be tonight. Your body was burning up at the thought of him.

With a frustrated sigh you throw the sheets off your body and sit up. With as much care as you can manage you hurry down the hallway. Seeking the cool air of the night as you make your way to the main hall. Your breath gets caught in your throat as you stop dead in your tracks.

Across the grand foyer is Logan. Dressed in nothing but a pair of jeans he wears a shocked look similar to yours. He looks conflicted. His normally styled hair looks a mess. Like he'd been running his hands through it repeatedly.

"Logan?" You whisper and he doesn't respond.

His very toned chest is rising and falling rapidly. His eyes darkening as he seems to let whatever his mind was fighting over had been decided. He takes a couple long and purposeful steps to be right in front of you.

"Fuck it." He mumbles as he grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours.

You let out a strangled moan as he pushes you against the wall. His strong arms lifting you up like you weight nothing. His kisses are wet and messy and everything you imagined. You grab his hair and pull his face into your chest. He bites and licks at every part of bare skin he can.

One of his hands reaching up to grab at the collar of your nightgown, ripping the satin fabric to let your bare chest fall out. He groans as he takes one your nipples in his mouth. His wet tongue makes your thighs clench around his waist. The feeling so overwhelming but so good.

"Been needing you so bad baby." Logan growls as he lets one of your legs drop to the ground. His other arm still keeping the other one hiked up.

Your nightgown has ridden up far past what could be considered decent. Anyone could walk out of their room and see the sinful things the two of you were doing to each other but you can't find it in your mind to care.

"Needed you too Logan, been dreaming about you." You gasp as you tilt your head back. Logan smirks against your skin, wondering how someone can feel so soft.

"I'm done dancing around. Tonight I make you mine." He kisses you fiercely, nipping gently at your bottom lip. You part your lips and he slips his tongue in.

He pulls away leaving you slightly dazed from the flurry of touch. He gently grabs your chin and silently tells you to stay right there. With his eyes never leaving yours he sticks two fingers into his mouth.

Wetting them with his skillful tongue and you watch frozen in anticipation. His fingers drift lower and lower and you hold onto him tightly as he slips them into your dripping cunt. He smiles as your face scrunches up in pleasure.

"Damn, you're so wet honey. She's practically crying for me." He says with a mocking tone, a fake pout on his lips.

His fingers are big and rough and he's unrelenting with his pace. The sinful sounds of his fingers fucking your cunt sound so loud in the empty room. Though you can barely focus on the noise you're making as the pleasure clouds everything else. Logan's nose scrunches against your cheek as he focuses on giving you every ounce of pleasure he can. You let out a gasp as his thumb rubs your clit, enhancing the already pleasurable feeling of his fingers.

"So fucking pretty, squeezing my fingers so tight." He groans in your ear as he slowly starts to grind his hips against your thigh. His cock is hard and leaking in his jeans. You just sound so sweet and your cunt feels so fucking perfect.

"Gotta get you nice and open so you can take my fat cock baby, don't wanna hurt you." He bites down gently on the lobe of your ear.

His forehead pressing against the cold wood of the wall to ground him. He can feel the shake of your thighs as you draw closer to the end and he's determined to bring you there.

"It's okay baby, I'm right here just relax and let go." He kisses you again to muffle the loud moans as you finally come. You hands are still tangled in his hair, a light layer of sweet on your skin. You whine as he takes his fingers out.

"Logan-" He silences you with one look as he sticks his fingers back in his mouth. Sucking the sweetness off them.

"Fuck me..." You mumble. How can one man look so fucking hot. He smirks and winks at you as he licks his fingers clean.

"Trying to baby." He lifts you over his shoulder and carries you back to his room.

He gently lays you down on his bed and crawls on top of you, his elbows taking most of his weight. He kisses you slower this time. All his feral energy had been expended in the foyer but the desire still burns. Now he can take his time, show you just how much he's truly wanted you. It's astounding how he can be so rough and wild one moment but soft and strong in the next.

"I love you. Been in love with you since the day I met you." He whispers against your skin. His teeth grabbing the ripped line of your night gown and pulling it down till he's between your legs. A devilish glint in his eyes as he places your legs over his shoulders.

"You just taste so good, I can't get enough." Your head falls back into the pillows as he dives his face into you.

The scent of him envelops you as he brings you ever closer to heaven once again. You're convinced that by sunrise he won't be done with you and truthfully, you wouldn't have it any other way.