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adayumantium · 26 days

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Bed Chem

Logan Howlett x fem! Reader

a/n: insp by Sabrina’s new song bc I heard it and immediately decided this entire freaky album is about ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ him ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ this is totally not an excuse to write feral sex again……mayb. graphic by @strangergraphics

Summary: You and Logan have such intense, animalistic chemistry, you need to have each other. No strings, no feelings, just the lust of two people with a mutual love for getting off.

W/C: 1.1k

tags/warnings: logan x fem!reader smut, terms of endearment (princess, doll, baby), MDNI IM SERIOUS, PWP, oral (f!receiving), LOGAN IS A DESPERATE FREAKKKK <3333 AND A MUNCHHHHH, casual sex, unprotected PIV (wrap it pls) , cursing, creampies !!!

The moment you met Logan, it ignited something in the pit of your stomach. Every muscle was familiar with that feeling of want, of need, but your body didn’t know peace for days after your introduction.

It had been in passing, as he’d been about to start a drill and you were being given a tour around the school.

“Oh, and here is Logan now,” Charles nodded, indicating the muscular individual in the white tank top. He’d been telling you stories of previous adventures, and were excited to meet some of the people you’d be working alongside.

“Y/n” you smiled, holding out a hand. Logan looked you up and down, eyes dark. Had you already managed to rub someone the wrong way? You looked at your feet, retreating your limb awkwardly.

“Hey, kid. Welcome to the shit show,” he said finally, turning his back as he went back to his class. He had an accent you couldn’t quite place, like he had a lot of history in a lot of different places. It made you want to know him in any and every way.

“I wouldn’t take anything Logan says to heart,” Charles reassured, bringing you back to your conversation. “He lacks poise in, well, all situations,” he chuckled, leading you further through the mansion. But there it was. Logan had spurred something inside you, the way his eyes explored you and his muscles clenched. You had to have him, and god, you knew it would be good.

You couldn’t help but know that he felt it too; you knew what that look meant.

Now, months after that first flicker between your legs, Logan Howlett was pulling your panties down with his teeth for the third time today. You never thought you would be the hookup type of person, but with chemistry like yours and Logan’s, you didn’t care; he could treat you like a ragdoll, using one another any time of day, any day of the week, and you loved it.

Kissing his way up your calves and thighs, Logan spread your legs and sank to his knees, his lips and tongue exploring you as if he wasn’t familiar with every inch. He looks up at you, eyes dark and wild as he delves his tongue into you with a satisfied hum.

“Fuck, princess, I missed that pussy,” Logan met your eyes, licking your juices off his lips before diving back in. You tangle your fingers into his dark hair as he laps at your clit, throwing your head back as you feel him in your core. “So damn pretty,”

“Y-yours,” you whimper, bucking your hips to meet his mouth.

“Take what you need, doll,” he assures, working your pussy with his mouth. His rough hands explore your thighs, ass, hips- whatever he can get his hands on. As much as he put on a show of his cold exterior, Logan loves your body. Every inch of you makes his cock twitch and mouth water; he loses himself in your moans and whimpers. You always give him exactly what he needs, when he needs it.

“Logan, shit, mmm,” you exhale with a grin. His experience always shows, but especially with his tongue.

“Alright princess, I can’t wait any longer,” he grins wickedly, placing a final kiss to your core before standing. You don’t have a chance to complain as his mouth leaves you- he’s already taking what he wants.

Logan flips you over with ease, your stomach on the bed and legs hanging off the mattress as he pulls his hips to yours.

“Lo- whoa- ohhhh,” you melt, and you hear his belt clatter to the floor. Fuck. His jeans and boxers are already hanging off of his gorgeous thighs, tip of his cock swollen for you as he kisses your neck from behind.

“What was that?” He sucks gently at your skin, his cock pulsing against your ass as he marks your neck.

“Nothing,” you squeak, lost once more in ecstasy.

The day you’d met, he had felt your chemistry. What you’d initially thought was hatred or displeasure was actually the opposite; Logan wanted you so badly, he knew he had to remove himself from the situation before it became drastic. Your compatibility was chemical, his attraction animalistic, and he’d spent weeks avoiding you before he finally couldn’t take it, and you couldn’t either.

Logan moans softly in your ear, teasing your entrance with his length. “You’re soaked, baby,” he purrs, “so ready for me,” he chuckles.

“Need you, baby,” you whisper, hazy with arousal already. “Will you fill me? Pretty please?” you sigh, looking over your shoulder to peek at him. He places a final kiss on your nose before standing up straight, towering over you as his fingers graze your sides and grip your hips.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, princess,” Logan raised his eyebrows with his cocky smile, slowly pushing into you with a sigh of relief. “That’s it,” he nods, comforting you.

“Mmm, f-fuck, Lo,” you whimper as he stretches you out, pumping into you. As often as you take him, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how big Logan is. His hips slap your ass as he pounds into you, your back arching as he finds a rhythm. “Shit, babe,” you whine with pleasure.

“You take me so good,” he praises. Your own fingers snake their way to your clit, working to match Logan’s fast pace. “Fuck, you’re so pretty when you touch yourself for me, darlin’. You always put on such a good show for me,” he breathes. You love how he talks so sweet while he does bad things.

Moans slip from both of your lips as Logan’s pace becomes sloppy.

“Logan, I’m gonna cum for you,” you choke out, short of breath as your core becomes tight and hot.

“I can feel you getting all tight on me, princess,” he coos, “that’s it, I love how you cum on my cock, baby,” Logan’s grip tightens on your hips as he plows into you, thrusts becoming frantic, desperate.

“C-can you cum in me? I want you to stay inside,” you plead.

“‘Course, sweetheart,” Logan exhales. The two of your whimpers and moans pool together as heat rises in your belly, curses flying as electricity shoots through you. You feel Logan twitch, filling you with warmth as his body stutters behind you. The world spins frantically, and then stops all at once, reveling in its own quiet.

Logan collapses next to you, chest heaving against your back. You loved arriving at the same time, and how it softened his exterior to come undone with you; he plays with your hair or scratches your back, always making sure you had what you needed.

“You okay?” he leans forward, lips pressing to your shoulder.

“What? Yeah,” you nod, smiling giddily.

“So, same time tonight, then?” Logan teases, nudging you with his nose.

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