#and slowly i become numb growing ever closer to that sweet state of empty bliss where my mind collapses in on itself

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For Old Times Sake

Logan x Reader

Warnings: M for Mature (fingering, language, Logan being Logan)

A/N: For my dear @theseandbeneathmytoes – I hope this jump starts a great weekend and brings a small smile to your face. And makes up for the angst I put you through regarding my happy endings!

Prompt –  “I want you to drunk text me. I want you think about me. Please fucking think about me sometimes because the only thing I do is think about you.”

Lo – what are you doing right now?

Logan had been staring at the words for five minutes, dismissing himself from the dinner party as he stared down at his phone.

Your name was at the top of the screen, but he still didn’t understand why you were texting him. You were his best friend, his ex-lover and after the messy break up you had almost two years ago he had made somber peace that he would never speak with you again.

He had been a selfish asshole, two fucking young to try to have a serious relationship fresh out of college. But it had been the only way that, at the time, he knew he could have you. His best friend and confident through his undergrad – his lover during his master’s program.

Distant stranger now that he was an adult.

Yet now here you were texting him, the seven words taunting him. It was 10:30 at night and he knew what that meant – you were either home alone with a bottle of wine going down a rabbit hole of old memories or out drunk thinking about him.

Either way alcohol was involved and he wasn’t sure if he should bite the line.

Sex was all fun and games until the sun rose up and the fun, shadowy illusion becomes an icy reality.

At a company dinner. What are you doing right now?

He bites, can’t help it. Wishes he could walk away but knows that he’s been captured by the alluring temptation that is you. His eyes flicker to the business men who walk by, dinner long over with as they drink brandy at the bar. He had been bored, was going to go home but would rather solace with you tonight if you were offering

Missing you

Do you ever miss me Lo?

Because I miss you all the goddamn time.

He smiles, shaking his head. You knew how to get under his skin. And yet this was different – your upfront bluntness something new. You never admitted how you truly felt so you must be drunk.

Miss you all the time darling

Drives me fucking insane sometimes

But you know I can’t admit that which begs the original question – what are you doing right now?

You respond instantly.

You know I’d never tell your secret, especially because I spilled mine

I’m drinking. Ignoring this douche bag trying to impress me because I’m too focused thinking about YOU

Fuck. You knew exactly how to reel him. Territorial, possessive and damn near protective he falls back on the wall, his hands furiously typing a response.

Where are you?

He watches the dots pop up immediately, and he smiles at your response.

Why?

A goddamn tease that’d be the end of him.

You know why. Or else, why text me?

A beat. The three dots pop up but not a response. You were sober enough to know exactly what you were doing.

The Whiskey Room

It was all he needed. He throws back his drink, walking to the bar and placing the empty glass down. Ignoring the men who are yelling for his attention, wondering where he was going. They didn’t need to know what he was up to. Didn’t have to know about you.

The Whiskey Room is just 10 blocks from where he is, so he opts to walk there. Knowing that the walk will help shed some of the butterflies in his stomach, the anxiety that is building up as the cool, evening air fills his lungs.

You were the one decision he had made that he regretted. Because instead of fighting for you, working to see how he could remedy his poor choices he had chosen cowardice, allowing you to slip through his fingers.

Not this time.

When he walks into the crowded bar, thriving at its peak hour on a Friday night, your easy to find. Easy to find because you’re a goddess as you stand out in the large crowd. You were wearing a sapphire dress, the material kissing every part of your body from the straps all the way down to the hem that dances mid-thigh. You have a drink in your hand, sipping on it idly as you listen to the young business men drone on beside you. Dullness dancing in your eyes.

He smiles.

No wonder you texted him. You were bored. You needed the distraction.

He walks toward you, ignoring the eyes on him. Knowing that most of the people in the bar know who he is, want to invade his space, lure him to a night of pleasure but he only has sights on one thing.

You.

You’re so focused on looking at the bottom of your drink, obviously dis-interested in the guy leaning into you that you miss him until he stands beside you, his arms easily brushing against your own.

“You still drinking Manhattan’s?”

Your eyes flash toward him, the other guy forgotten as a sly smile falls on your face. You clear your throat as you turn, waving the bartender down.

“Just like you’re still drinking anything straight.”

He chuckles as he leans against you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He ignores the man who has realized what is happening, Logan marking his territory on you. You don’t fight back, falling into his embrace as Logan looks over at you, nodding his head to the side. Informing him that he needed to back off.

The bartender comes as you order the drinks and the man flashes his eyes to you, dismissing him causally before looking back at Logan and grumbling off. Knowing that he doesn’t have a chance in hell.

Not caring enough to fight him for it.

“Happy? Got rid of your problem.”

You didn’t need him to get rid of petty wall street boys. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself. Which begged the true question – what did you really want? You turn to him, a smile bright on your face as inch closer to him. Causing him to groan.

“What’d I do without you Lo?”

Its mocking, your eyelashes batting at him exaggeratedly but the way your voice comes off, sweet and husky has him groaning. He loved when you called him Lo – it stirred something primal in him.

Reminded him of the innocent way you use to whisper his name when his mouth was around your clit all those years ago.

“You’d find some other way to get rid of him. Why’d you really text me?”

He needs to know. Wants to make sure that you aren’t messing with him. Wants to make sure that beyond the alcohol coursing through him, breaking down your barrier to be honest, you were consumed by the idea of him as he had always been with you.

You smile as your drinks arrive and you take a sip, watching him curiously. Then your hands snake down his side, in his pocket, easily maneuvering to his semi-hard cock that hangs idly in his pants. Your hands massage the soft tissues, coaxing it to grow harder in your hand as you casually look around the restaurant. His mid sip of his own drink and coughs up by the intrusion, surprised by your boldness. This confident new side of you.

“Because I miss you Lo. Miss you all the time and needed an excuse to text you.”

He watches your pupils, dilated and hooded watching him. He knows its true. His hand tightens around your waist, trying to think of an exit strategy. He won’t make it to his loft with you in time. He needed you right now. He was fueled by you, you were like a drug, once he had a taste he had to keep going until he was numb in a blissed like state.

“What do you want to do about it?”

His voice is huskier and lower and you shrug, pulling your hands out of his pocket.

“You tell me Lo.”

His move.

He hadn’t had sex at The Whiskey Room. He’d fucked a lot of women in a lot of places but The Whiskey Room hadn’t made his list. Mostly because he’d knew there was a certain kind of woman he’d risk having sex in a classy place like this and most of them weren’t on that caliber.

None of them were you.

He throws his drink back, placing it on the bar.

“Gonna head to the bathroom.”

His eyes flicker darkly and you smirk, taking a sip.

“I’ll be here.” You take your time with your drink as he adjusts his jacket, moving from the bar.

“I’m sure you will be.”

You’re a panther, drawing him into the family restroom the minute he steps out of the men’s room. He doesn’t know how you do it so effectively, three women giggling past him as your hands grip him and pull him into the tight space, your mouth capturing his and he groans, lifting you as he turns you around, pushing you to the  now closed door.

Your kisses are mature, confident and demanding as your tongue mingles with his own, your hands getting lost in his hair.

“You’re going to be the goddamn death of me,” he whispers, his hands parting your legs as he slots between you. “You’re a devil in an angel’s guise…”

You giggle, drawing him closer to him as you shake your head.

“This is a one-time thing.” You say and he pulls away, watching you.

“Sure it is.” He says, hooded eyes pulling down on your straps as he places soft kisses against your collarbone.

“Listen to me Lo. This is a one-time thing.” You repeat, your voice a weak whimper and he pulls way from you, dark eyes bearing into your own. Your face is cupping his cheek, lipstick ruined against your puffy mouths as your dress snakes down your body. Your hair is in disarray as your eyes blink innocently at him.

You were so goddamn beautiful, and he wanted to be yours forever. Knew that it could never stick but strived so deeply to be.

“Darling you know with us it never is. Know that I’m addicted to you just as much as you’re for me. But if that is what you want, then that’s what it’ll be.”

His heart breaks hearing the words, but he doesn’t let you see it as you bend down and kiss him again slowly, tenderly. Possessively, his hands slot between your thighs, pushing aside your panties and you gasp into his mouth as he inserts two fingers into you, your walls tightening around his digits.

“God I could worship this pretty pussy of yours. Want to remind you that your mine,” his eyes are hooded as he watches you, his fingers brushing against your tender spot and you moan, your hands biting into his shoulders. “Want to make up for all this lost time.”

Your eyes tighten as your hips move against his, riding his fingers as he watches you.

“You ruin me Lo. Do you know that. You ruin me for anyone else and that’s why this has to be a one-time thing.”

Its glorious, watching you get off as he takes his time with your pussy, his thumb reaching up to brush against your clit and you scream, throwing your head back as your ministrations increase. He loved watching you come undone, could do it all day. It was just one of the many small reasons he missed you, wishing he could claim you for his own. Knowing why you wanted distance.

When your both together, it was a maelstrom of emotions that neither one of you knew how to temper. You were his equal in every way.

“Do I sweetheart. Do you think of me when you’re riding another mans cock?”

A nod as he feels your walls clench around him, your thighs shaking, and he groans, filling his cock grow in his pants. Throbbing, wanting to feel you around him.

“Think about the way it would feel to have me inside you, fucking you senseless as you fucking ride my cock until we’re both weak. Because I do sweetheart. When I fuck other woman all I can think about is this tight pussy clenching around me.” his thumb is working your clit faster, fingers pushing inside you quicker causing you to shake.

You howl, his name a prayer as you come around his fingers and he feels himself come undone, surprised by the wetness soaking his briefs as you tug at his neck, drawing him into a kiss. Shaking terrible as he tries to keep you both up. He’s surprised by the feeling in his pants, the glorified relief as you pull away looking at him.

“I think I just came in my pants watching you get off. Fuck you’ll be the end of me.”

You break, laughter overwhelming you as you fall back on the door, hands playing with the locks of his hair as your thighs limply stayed wrapped around him

“You’re a fucking disaster Lo.” You whisper against his lips and even though he’s embarrassed and bit disappointed in himself because he was too damn old to be cumming like a 14 year old boy he chuckles, his grip tightening around you.

“You said it was a one-time thing. I gotta hold on to something in my memories.”

You roll your eyes as you draw him into a kiss, your tongue possessing him. Claiming him for your own.

“You know good and damn well that’s a lie. We have to catch up for old times sake.”

He groans as he pulls away, feeling his cock twitch in his pants.

“is that all?” he asks and you giggle as you place a kiss on his nose.

“Maybe if you impress me we can get brunch.”

You both don’t emerge from his penthouse until the next day, pizza ordered as you snuggle in his arms.

You both never were good at staying away from each other.