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dbf!logan ‘just the tip’ howlett.
cws/tags: smut, mdni! dbf!logan. daddy kink. unspecified age gap. unprotected p in v.
The clock almost strikes eight in the morning when the both of you are still lazily lying around on Logan’s bed, smelling like sex and secrets.
Forbidden—but you and him are too drowned in the intoxicated water to reach back into the surface.
Neither of you cares about anything else anymore.
“I can’t,” You whine at him, jutting your lips to a pout, your eyes trailing your eyes into his hard length in front of you, “‘M gonna - have to go home.”
“C’mon, sweets,” He pleads as he palms your naked breasts in his large palms, rolling the peaking nipples in between his fingers, “How ‘bout just the tip, baby? Jus’ give Daddy a little taste, yeah?”
You should’ve known that Logan’s older than that myth—that card to corrupt your innocence—but his guilt is buried deep by his desire, his primal need to have you that leaves him with little to no restraints.
Your doe-eyes is the only sign that he needs.
A mark for your submission sent him spiraling that he had to bite his left cheek to hide his smugness.
Logan’s too old for this shit.
”O-okay,” You reply in a nod, meek and quiet, “But jus’ the tip, promise?”
Logan doesn’t care if he’s too old.
“‘Promise, baby.” Logan murmurs as he locks his pinky with yours.
Logan is the biggest fuckin’ liar.
“H-ah! More!” He’s got you on all fours, your saliva drips onto his pillows as you lost your energy to keep yourself up while Logan fucks you from the back.
He grips your sides and uses his strength to manhandle your body back and front to his hard cock.
“So good f’r Daddy, sweetheart.” He groans so deep he barely recognizes his own voice, “So fuckin’ good, baby.”
You are getting impatient with how he’s torturing you by drawing his length so deliberately slow so he can watch your velvet walls gripping him—before thumping it back in. Logan’s never satisfied until his hips are pressed flush to the fast of your ass.
Then, he repeats the process—snapping his hips forward, leaving you moaning out a high-pitched noise as your hands uselessly clutch at the sheets.
Logan watches with pride as he knows that he’s the one who’s able to make you feel like this. The only one.
He bends forward, his broad figure covering your trembling back, “Tha’ my girl. So fuckin’ sweet for your old man.” The head of his cock ruts along that gummy spot inside of you, “Now, wha’ dya say to Daddy?”
Logan hears a weak muffled answer from when your head is buried.
“Hmm? Wha’s that, baby?”
Gently, he cups your chin to tip your head just enough so he could hear your reply.
He hears a hiccuped sob—then—“Than’ you, Daddy.”
A throaty chuckle comes out of him as he presses a kiss on your messy hair, “Wha’ a good doll y’are.
Something in the way he manhandles you—the way this feels so taboo—makes your body spasm in his hold—toes curling as you reach your peak.
Logan tightens his grip around you when he feels how your warm walls are squeezing him.
You both feel like living in an utterly different world in this euphoria that washes over the room.
Suddenly this is the only home you’ve ever known.
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Line to cross
Summary: When DBF!oldman!Logan catches you in a compromising position.. You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..
Warnings?: 18+themes, basically PWP, smut, female masturbation, caught masturbating, mentions of dildos, swearing, nipple play, f!reciving oral, slightly forced orgasm? Tiny bit of overstim? Lotta Praise, nicknames (princess and babydoll mostly) , just oldman!Logan's mouth being a warning of its own really..
Gotta admit i wrote this with nothing more than horny brain. Old man logan just.. Hits the spot yk.. Pun not fully intented..
Masterlist words: just under 2.5k
"Now.. What do we have here?" Logan rumbles as he stands heavy against your doorway, arms crossed with a smirk tugging at his lips.
You shriek and scramble, like ice water has been pushed through your veins, rushing to cover yourself from his gaze. Practically naked and beyond mortified as you stutter biwildered whilst trying to tug your top back over your breasts. “w-what the fuck are you doing?! How long have you been stood there?”
“..what am I doing? I think I should be the one asking you that, princess.”
He ignores the second part of your question and you feel yourself try to shrink to no avail, so you repete; voice breathlessly unsteady and not quite sure if you truly want the answer. “How fucking long Logan..”
there’s bite to your tone but not in the way you’d like, it comes out less aggressive and more meek; unsure and utterly mortified
“long enough” Logan simply shrugs, notchulantly stepping forward into the expanse of your room, clicking the door shut behind him. “wasn’t exactly planning on dropping in, figured you were out.. but then I heard you from downstairs, called my name sounded desperate.. so I assumed something was wrong..” he trails off with a motion of his hands.
Shame swirls In your gut that you hadn’t only been thinking of him, but had fucking moaned out his name..and done so loud enough that (even without his hightend senses) he’d heard you.
“looks like i was the one wrong. Hadn't expected to come up here and see daddies little angel fuckin herself stupid on some plastic cock.”
“W-wasn’t, Logan i-“ it’s a futile defense, pointless really considering what you think he’s seen of you.
“You weren’t what hm? Weren't whimpering my name? Weren't splitting that pretty pussy open to the though of me, trying to make yourself feel good?" Logans hand laces with yours, as he bares down on the matress to sit, a calloused thumb ghosting over your knuckles in an attempt at comfort despite the mockery of his tone. "S’okay princess, don’t have to hide it”
heat spreads from the tips of your ears down your neck, darkening the already hot flush of your cheeks. “Logan I- I swear I didn’t mean-“
“Didnt mean what? To fuck yourself stupid or for me to catch you? Cause babydoll it looks like you failed at both”
A sound bubbles from your throat at that. shame, embarrassment, horror, arousal.. All knotting together in a potent mix deep in your stomach.
Your legs subconsciously close tighter under the thin sheet, a move that doesn't go unnoticed under logans perception.
its also a move that further jostles the dildo still tucked inside you, the blunt head prodding against a spot that has your eyes rolling before you can stop them.
You whimper a panicked little sound at the humiliation; at the lack of friction, the pleasure still festering in your gut. The words that fall so mockingly from logans lips.
He doesnt need his senses to feel the shameful arousal that radiates from your haistily hidden body and it has him huffing in amusement; whilst you scold yourself further for not removing the toy in your panic.
"Cmon, open up.. let me help" he murmurs, his large free hand grasping and pulling at the blanket covering you. It slips down further, covering only your waist- You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..
And yet, you do. You want- need- to cross it with carelessness; with arousal burning your skin inside out.
You let him slip the fabric down past your hips. Past your clenched thighs, your knees, ankles. Until it sits in a discarded heap at the end of your bed.
Its the cool air of the room paired with the feeling of his calloused palm snaking its way back up your left leg that rouses you. "B-but logan, my dad is-"
"-Is gone. work called." he interups, his fingers kneading at the soft skin of your outer thigh. "Trust me s’okay.. S' just us. Me 'n you babydoll."
And with that said, a small reassured nod shaking your frame, his large hands pry your legs appart. Your body shuffles with his following, right leg coming to sit over the broad expance of his shirt clad shoulder, the bed creaking under the weight.
A scratchy kiss is planted just above each of your knees, logans beard rubbing as he shifts with you, coming to rest between your thighs.
The sounds of your heavy breath is the only thing filling the room until logan groans, deep and loud at the sight of your bare pussy still stuffed full of the the toy. "Fuckin lookatcha, already drooling.. such a needy little thing”
You keen at the feeling of his heavy hands touching your body, one sitting heavy on your lower stomach and the other resting against the base of the toy, careful not to move it just yet. You can tell by the way hes looking at you he's taking in the sight of your slick stuffed cunt.
"Want ya to show me what feels good, how you like to be touched.. show me what you were doin before i caught you" his words are quiet, mumbled against your thigh, yet demanding as his eyes find yours for that extra confirmation.
Your head moves in a nod but he tuts disapproving at the action. "Words princess, need ya to use em okay?"
"Y-yeah.. okay"
Wordlessly your hands drift back to your top, slipping it back to rest just below your collar bones, nipples perky and sensitive. It draws an exhale from your body as one hand comes up to your mouth, spit covering two fingers as you suck at them.
Once sufficiently wet they slip back against your left nipple, slick and shiney as you circle teasingly at the bud while your free hand gropes at the flesh on the other side, before moving to mirror the movements on the right. this time palm fondling against the swell of the left.
Your eyes fall closed at the sensations, quiet sounds falling from your lips; steady yet shy. Logan simply watches on, silent and enamored with every move you make.
Then your hand drifts once more, down your tummy and over the hand of his resting there, your touch soft and warm.
Theres a breathy sigh as you wrap your fingers around his on the base of the dildo as you push and pull back and forth. Alternating between the feeling of the silicon balls deep and the tip sitting bearly inside until it slips out with a thoroughly wet pop.
It's this time however logan cant muffle his groans at the sight; of you dragging his hand with the toy cock up and down your dripping slit. It further hardens his own cock sitting behind the denim of his jeans.
Logan lets go under your grip, using it to push your legs open wider as you slide the toy back inside; maintaining a steady pace. palm hitting your swolen clit with the force of your own thrusts. It feels good, fucking yourself like this with his eyes hungrily on you. It has you whining and keening, small uh uh uhs the longer you play but its not enough, not really.
Not when logan is laying between your legs with the knowledge of how to really get you off.
"L-logan, please.. Cant.. Doesnt feel as good myself" you huff and whine sounding akin to a petulant child not getting what she wants.. But in a cruel way you find thats true; while you aren't anywhere near a child anymore, you aren't getting what you really want.
The heavy hand that rests on your tummy moves down, until Logan's thumb presses on the hood of your clit. He tugs the swollen flesh back carefully and then smirks. He spits and you gasp. Yet he makes no moves, just watches it dribble down.
It has the need burning inside of you igniting further and under his touch you find any past embarrassment dissipating.
So you plead again, feeble and quiet, almost defeated. "P-please do something.. Need you to do it." you beg for the smallest movements, for anything he's willing to give.
And to your surprise... He does just that. He gives. The hand that opened your legs moving to shove away the fingers that wrap around the end of the silicon. Its done with an indignant shush when you whine; the dildo once again moving back and forth against your gummy walls. "Shh shh, s'okay I'll do it, you wanna fuck a plastic cock you've gotta at least do it properly princess”
The room fills with wet plap, plap, plaps, as logan keeps his quickened pace. Thrusting the toy steady as his eyes watch each motion hungrily.
"F-feels good.." you mumble squeezing at the meat of your tits, a hand coming down your stomach until it wraps tight around his thick forearm. Your nails dig in and he grunts at the sting of the crescent shapes denting his marred skin, but his movements never faulter.
Your eyes flutter and roll once more at a full thrust. The blunted bulbous tip prodding experimentally at that one spot again; slick and sticky silicone balls pressed flush against your ass as your hips try to buck for friction.
“ooh, there. we. go." logan huffs against your trembling thigh atop his shoulder, punctuating his words with three rougher thrusts. plunging the silicone dildo so deep you swear you feel it in your belly. "that’s the spot huh baby”
"M-mhm.. Close" You mumble through quiet moans. nodding quickly, lip bitten beneath your teeth as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Theres a tremble in your legs that grows the longer your body keens; back arching and hips writhing.
A condecenting chuckle slips from logan, dark and deep as he somehow manages to plunge the dildo faster and harder inside you.
The force makes your body jolt up the bed and you dont know if your scrambling towards or away from whats happening between your thighs. But you do find yourself greatful as your head hits the soft pillows; It happens the very same moment logans thumb finally, finally begins circling the pulsing bud of your clit.
Mindlessly you cry out, fingers pressing harder into your breast and logans forearm. "S-so close.. pleasepleaseplease"
His thumb moves faster, the rough pad slick and wet as you throb beneath his touch. Your body writhes as you moan out obscenities, the pleasure filled coil in your belly twisting tighter with every second that passes.
"Need you to do it babydoll, need to see you make a mess f'me." he growls, commanding.
Moments later you do just that. You cum with a such a visceral sob of his name that it wracks the entirety of your body; head thrown to the pillows and back arched so high it almost looks painful. White hot pleasure running through your veins as your stomach muscles heave.
Yet logan doesnt stop, doesnt let up his movements with his thumb or the now soaking toy cock, thrusting it with loud lewd noises of your cunt as it coats creamy with your release.
He simply coos out concoctions of praise; versions of 'that's it, Atta girl' and 'look so pretty when you cum' with his head pressed against your trembling thigh. Eyes dark and watching the way your slickend holes greadily clench.
He's hard, painfully so, but he knows this is a sight that he'll dream about later; his own slick cock in hand in the confines of his bedroom.
Overstimulation quickly threads its way into what was once overwhelming pleasure, turning the shocks into sparks. You writhe and moan under his hands, begging desperately as your hips buck frantic. "L-logan.. Im done- f-fuck s' too much, too much!"
"Ah ah" he tuts. "Your done when i say your done, need'a see you gush one more time" your eyes roll at that, the stimulation and the way his chapped lips press the words into your pubic bone.
Your eyes screw shut, brows furrowed as you struggle though the pain that with each movement winds your belly tighter. By now tears stream down your cheeks, hands grasping tight to anywhere you can reach of him; To push him away or pull him closer you still dont know.
The rubbing of his thumb on your pulsing clit ceases monetarily at the broken sounds you make and for a second you think hes letting up, going easy on you.
However the feeling of his hot mouth wrapping around the sensitive bud changes your mind. You squeal, loud and panicked, eyes flying open as your legs desperately try to shut around his head.
"N-nno no no" desperate hiccuped sobs falling from you as he laps and sucks, dildo still pushing into you, drawing you to the very edge of the burning pleasure pain in your gut.
"Do it princess, fuckin do it. Know you wanna" he mumbles wetly into your weeping pussy, tongue flicking in quick back and forths.
Your hips thump at his nose, coating the greying in his beard as you cum again. It's filled with a pain that drives the feeling of orgasm higher. your scream is silent, mouth opening and closing in wordless 'o' motions, brain so clouded your words fail.
The motions of the his mouth and the dildo slow until Logan's pulling off you. The sensitivity drawing a whine from your throat, while the the creamy coated sight of the silicone makes him groan loudly as he throw it somewhere on the bed.
For a while you lie there completely boneless, panting as your legs continue to tremble with the aftershocks, logan still resting between your thighs cooing softly. Hardly noticing the way he shuffles his way up your body until his spit soaked lips find your forehead.
"Good girl.. My good girl, Did so good f'me babydoll" he murmers softly against your skin between kisses, a contrast to his previous domineering tone.
You feel him gather your frame into him, the buttons of his shirt pressing into your skin as he lifts you from the bed bridal style. You smile up at him gently, meeting his gaze as your lashes flutter sleepily. His scent comforting as you wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling your head deeper into his chest; trying to burrow your own space inside.
His quiet chuckle is felt before you hear it, rumbing deep from his lungs as he pulls you tigher to him; heading for the bathroom. "Cute babydoll.. Real cute"
you whine at that, an exhausted but happy little sound as he leans his head down to kiss your hair before mumbling "lets getcha cleaned up hm? Ill take care of the sheets"
Eee- this has gotta be one of my favorite pieces I've ever written!! Lemme know whatchu think!! 🫶
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you’ve noticed a pattern during your nightly dives into pornography. typing into the search bar, it became natural to search for terms such as “hairy man”, “older man young woman”, “rough fuck”, etc, etc…
but it got you off. it got you off sooo fucking good, so you kept running back to the same videos that made your clit throb beneath your fingers. didn’t even have time to take out your favorite dildo to fuck yourself before you were cumming like crazy.
your parents slept in the bedroom down the hall, but that didn’t stop you from letting out soft whimpers that escaped your throat. you could have bit down on your lip to prevent you from making noise, but you felt too good. too fucking good. just talking to the video like the actors can hear you.
“y-yeah, fuck her, fuck her hard, yes, ugh—“ you quietly babbled to yourself, eyes trained on the close-up of the man’s thick, veiny cock piston-fucking the younger woman’s pussy. his balls were full and slapped against her clit in wet claps that reverberated in your airpods. your eyes glazed over, mouth falling open as you abused your throbbing, swollen clit. your phone trembled in your hand.
your thoughts flashed back to the photo logan sent you. and that’s what made you finally cum.
“fuck, i’m cumming—“
the symphony of the actors moaning and grunting, skin slapping, the image of logan’s huge cock did things to your body that made you come undone with tremors. you could feel your pussy cream with each pulse of your orgasm, back arching off the bed, cursing to yourself. your fingers didn’t leave your clit until it fucking hurt to touch it.
post-nut clarity hit you hard that night. you decided to sleep it off, and hoped your feelings would be gone by the morning.
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❥ messy on a haystack
❥ dbf!logan x fem!reader
having a crush on an older man, your dad’s best friend , was something you never expected.
❥ tags: age gap (but it makes sense), based off of origins wolverine, reader is thick asf (country booty duhh), explicit language, creaming, squirting, breeding kink, pussy drunk logan, mutant awakening, semi-plot—needed him to fuck us asap, logan is a little pervy…
note: up next, fantasize. wc: 2.8k
your dad left the farm’s care in your hands this week, while he took a trip back to his hometown to check on his parents—your grandparents. which means that you were in charge of everything. from the animals, to the wood the men chopped, to the pay and the workers; you were in charge of it all. including him.
logan had known your father for a while, meeting him a few months after you left for college and that was practically six years ago. during that time, logan practically ran the farm with your father—he was his right hand man. everything was running smoothly, the farm had been booming for years. and then your father got sick, changing everything.
people found out about your father’s sickness and tried to get him sell. logan would scare them away most of the time, telling them to fuck off, but then the stress of running the farm started to jeopardize his health even more. so, logan found your number stashed in your father’s office—your dad’s too stubborn and old school to get a cellphone—and gave you a call. you caught the next flight out.
the moment you stepped on the dirt paved roads, everything seemed to perk back up. especially your old man. but, when logan laid eyes on you, he was finally able to see what you really looked like, (your dad kept old photos of you in his office) and he was amazed. you were gorgeous, prettiest lil thing he’d ever seen.
those deep blue flare jeans you wore, hugged you tighter than a grandma during holidays. and he never thought he was an ass man till he seen yours and how it sat in your jeans. and don’t get him started on how you filled out your the cropped white beater—fuck he sounded like a perv. but, it’s been a long time since he thought about a woman like that; and you were everything and then some.
after greeting your dad and explaining to him why you were here, you finally met the mysterious man who called you—and let’s just say he caught your eyes too. he was handsome, the rugged look he adorned was incredibly sexy and the way he would look at you; had your panties wet every night. if someone would hear your thoughts right now, they’d call you weird and tell you that he was old enough to be your father—but thank goodness he was not.
—
“time for lunch boys!” you yelled out to the men hard at work, watching them throw down their things and separate—happy to finally stop working and chow down. you watched as logan sauntered over towards you, standing on the porch; waiting for him to join you for lunch. “hi logan.”
“hey princess, what’s for lunch?” you blushed at the nickname and walked with him to the kitchen, where you had practically went all out. you made a big ole southern meal. you loved cooking, it was your love language. and he loved the meals you’d make.
the two of you sat down and began passing around the various dishes of food you had made, before he sparked up a conversation. “your dad left today, right? what day did he say he’ll be back?” his eyes locked onto yours as he picked the chicken you made, munching on it while he spoke.
“yeah and he won’t be back until…next monday.” he nodded and smirked, tossing back some more of the home cooked food you made. “so then i got you all to myself then?” you nearly choked on your mashed potatoes, eyes wide when you saw him smirking. there was no denying that you heard him, loud and clear.
just as you were about to respond, the kitchen timer went off—signaling that it was time to go back to work. you pouted and he hurried up to scarf down the glass of water beside his food before getting up and leaning over to kiss your forehead, “later princess. I’ll be back tonight.” you watched him leave, heart heavy with love and your mind going crazy with what happened at the table.
you spent the next few hours at the front office, crunching numbers and overseeing where the next shipment of wood was going. the sun going down and slipping past the horizon, made the workers excited as they all wrapped up their work and lined up to clock out. you watched from the porch, as they scanned their manilla colored time cards in front of the clock and headed home.
logan was the last one and when he clocked out, he made his way over towards you. his flannel was torn to shreds and his beater that made his toned torso stick out, was covered in dirt; showing how hard his day went. but all in all, he was still sexy, even when covered in dirt.
“logan~” your voice mimicked a siren, trying to seduce a sailor in by the sexy tone of their voice, while your eyes were low and lidded. he could feel himself grown in his pants from the sound of your voice, his desire for you growing by the second.
“need sumn’, princess?” his voice made you melt and you pressed your thighs together. “shower’s free and i made your bed. ooh, there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re still hungry!” you smiled at him, trying to suppress a moan when his natural scent hit your nostrils. the smell of woods, hours old cologne and hard work, had your panties wet.
he nodded his head, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to your thick thighs that were no longer being hidden by denim—before fixtating them back onto your own. “might have to marry ya’ one day.” he commented, planting a kiss on your forehead, before stepping into the house.
letting out a moan, you bit your lip and accepted the tingling sensation that throbbed down below. oh you needed him bad.
logan enjoyed the shower’s hot steaming waters, easing the tension in his muscles and helping him clear his brain. well at least he tried to, his head was clouded with thoughts of you. his best friend’s daughter.
once he stepped out of the shower and put on something comfy, he went down to the kitchen hoping to find you there, however much to his dismay you weren’t. he opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. just as he was about to put it his lips, he heard you let out a distressed scream and he took off running.
he could see you in front of the barn doors being harassed by the men that came a month ago, whom tried to get your dad to sell his land. one had a grip on your hair while the other stood in front, taunting you. logan practically pounced on them and his claws unsheathed, slicing them men up.
you back away and watched as they fought, blood splattering everywhere—but that’s not what worried you. what made you worry was when both of the men began to overpower logan—you had to help him. you realized there were some tools in the barn and as you moved to get, you appeared inside in the blink of an eye; grabbing a shovel before appearing right behind the fighting men again.
your mind was pushing out a million thoughts about what just happened, but you didn’t have time to focus on them right now; you had to save him. you swung with all of your might, knocking the men across the field and off of logan. their bodies crashed into other, giving logan ample enough time to pounce on them and fuck them up.
“get in the barn!” he yelled out, slicing them to bits and pieces—and just like before, you appeared in the barn.
–—
you were in there for quite a while, pacing back and forth; wondering what the hell was going on out there. the sounds of his grunting and the slicing of their skin could no longer be heard. you didn’t care what happened to them, they deserved hell or worse, all you cared about was logan.
the doors to the barn creaked open and you eyed it, but you relaxed when you saw him stomping in. your eyes watered at his bloody torso and you sprinted over to him, engulfing him in a hug. “baby, i was so worried about you!”
that nickname rolled off your tongue and he caught it, pulling you back to look at your face. he held you by your chin, puffing up your cheeks, before kissing your soft plump lips—while you gladly accepted his. the kiss was hot and a little sloppy. and when he pulled away from you, a trail spit following.
“been wanting to do that for awhile now. go ahead and take those off, you won’t be needing them,” he tugged on the hem of your shorts and you obliged. you quickly stripped them off along with your sunset colored thong, a web of your essence following. you were beyond soaked and he knew the moment he appeared in the barn, he could smell it.
you sat on a nearby haystack, spreading your legs and your slick coated lips, rubbing your sensitive little love bud. “please logan, wan’ you so bad.”
the lust that had built up over time, had overflowed and erupted; causing a change within you. and he loved it.
he watched with a lust filled glint in his eyes, his cock growing in his sweatpants as he watched you play with your pretty pussy—his desire and longing for you growing by the second. “think you can handle it, princess?” he asked and you nodded, slipping a finger in your aching hole; a sweet mewl leaving your lips.
he then replaced his finger with his fat leaky tip, pressing it right at your entrance; causing you to clamp down on nothing. he grunted and pushed through, stretching you open bit by bit; making you gasp and tear prick at the corner of your eyes.
“ ‘s too big—fuck!” that was an understatement. logan was huge, thick even. he was painfully big, but that’s exactly what you wanted. to be fucked dumb by his big fat painful cock.
“i know baby, but you can take it. yeah? —atta girl” he coached, splitting your cunt open as he pushed through, his tips inches away from kissing your cervix. logan leaned down and kissed away your tears, his cock pressing deep inside of you. he wiggled his hips around, helping you get used to his size and pressing his thumb to your clit; causing you to shudder.
the more he rubbed and he moved, the less pain you felt—and soon you were taking him so well. his cock was coated in your slick, a ring of white started form around his base as he plunged in and out of your wetness. logan watched your tits bounce out of your top with lidded eyes and the animal in him couldn’t help it anymore. his claws unsheathed and wrapped your top open—shredding it completely and freeing your jiggly mounds.
“so fucking—pretty. fuck, my pretty girl taking me so well!” his praises had you gushing all over him, clamping down on him as you started to see specks of white. you had never had an orgasm like this nor have you ever came so quickly before. none of the boys in college made you cum like this. but, that was the difference between logan and them. they were boys and he was a man.
“please don’t stop. please~” you begged, pulling him close while your orgasm flowed out of you. he grunted in your ear and your cunt weeped at the noise, his hips never faltering. “wasn’t planning on it sweetheart.” he moved his head down and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, sucking on it like he was trying to pull milk from it.
you whined and bucked your hips up to match his thrusts, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure to your fucked out body.
you clung to him with each powerful thrust, his hips spanking your ass making a clapping sound erupt through the barn; accompanying your series of moans. your next orgasm approached by the minute, but this one felt different and you lowered your hips trying to back away.
“wait—wait, feels like m’gonna pee—“ but he didn’t budge, he stayed inside of your pussy—still drilling your cunt stilly—and let your nipple go with a pop; a web of saliva followed after him.
“just let go, trust me baby.” he smirked and gripped your hips, hazel eyes dancing over yours. you watched the dog tags around his neck jump with each pump, sending you straight to nirvana. your body shook as you let go, this orgasm different from your last; it was way more intense and you loved the feeling.
a clear stream of liquid splash out of you and onto his low stomach, pushing him out of you—drenching the hay bale beneath you. he slapped his cock onto your sensitive clit, coating himself in your essence.
when you finally calmed down, he leaned down and kissed your lips—hunger laced in it—his hips grinding against yours. and that’s when you realized something. he was still hard. you pulled away and looked at his swollen cock, shiny with your love. “baby, you didn’t get to cum?”
he pecked your lips some more, his tip now laying onto your belly, “just wanted to get you off first. see how pretty you looked when you came on my dick.”
you practically drooled at his words, eyes glued onto his girth that laid on your tummy—small hand fisting it, causing him to growl. “come sit your pretty ass down on my dick and ride me~”.
and that’s what you did for the next couple of minutes, riding him on the hay bale where he just made you squirt for the first time. webs of your messy fluids sticking to his thighs while you bounced and grinded on him—your boobs jiggling all in his face.
logan was losing himself under you, his cock twitching with each movement. he couldn’t wait anymore. he so desperately wanted to let go inside you. wanted to see your belly swollen in a few months with his kid and fuck another one right into you.
he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed.
you rolled your hips, teasing him while leaning down to kiss him—tongues melting on one another. you pulled away and bit your lip, eyeing him with desire. the way he made you feel had you wanting more and he felt the same way. “take me inside.”
—
the two of you laid on his navy blue sheets, in each other’s arms, after a few more rounds of lovemaking. you toyed with his dog tags while he stared at your pretty face, loving how you looked with the moon glowing on you.
“your dad would kill me if he came back and saw us like this.” he spoke and you looked at him and smiled—getting on top of him and laying down on his muscled body.
“nah, i don’t think so. he’ll know i'm in good hands. ill be with the guy he’s going to sell the farm to, after all.” one of his beautiful thick eyebrows raised in response and you pressed a kiss to his lips.
“read the official letter in his office, he wants to sell the farm to you. im all for it. keep you close so we can have a litter of mutant babies together—now that i am one~”.
now it was his turn to smile and kiss on you. he rubbed circles on your back and pecked more kisses to your plump lips, “you’d look so pretty having my kids, with a ring on your finger and my last name attached to yours. i could see us turning that barn into our house, waking up next to you every day…”
“you can see all of that? you sure the wolverine isn’t a clairvoyant?” you joked and he roared with laughter. you smiled at him, so happy and content with every. so happy that you had to tell him, “i love you.”
his hazel eyes with hints of green widened and his smile became wider, “i love you more, doll.”
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ok so i had a thought😏😏 dbf!logan takes ur virginity and from then on u guys hook up whenever u get a chance (all the time). one night he gets done dicking u DOWN and u say u love him and he’s all like “we can’t do this anymore kid” very ANGSTYYY
i love you, i'm sorry- dbf!logan howlett x fem!reader
part two *mdni
"i love you, logan."
four little words that would send your world crumbling before your feet. the older man lifts himself from in between your chest, both of you panting post orgasm. nights like this had become a bad habit for the both of you.
from the moment logan first slipped off your panties in this exact spot a year ago, you had been wanting to tell him how you really felt. you wanted to tell him how you craved his touch when he wasn't around, how you adored the way he took care of you and most importantly, how this didn't feel 'casual' to you anymore.
seconds turned into minutes of silence, desperately waiting for logan to say something; anything.
"lo, are you going to say some-"
"we can't see each other anymore, kid." he says, avoiding eye contact with you as he pulls out.
"what?"
this wasn't real. that's the only sentence that your brain could form as you watch him put his boxers back on. you laid there on his bed, naked, vulnerable, with his cum dripping out of you and he can't even look you in your fucking eyes.
"ya' heard me." logan says, putting a cigar in his mouth and tossing your dress on the bed next to you.
"what happened?" your voice was trembling on the verge of rage and heartbreak.
"i told you a year ago not to bring that 'love shit' in here."
a year ago when he took your virginity. he promised to be gentle and to care for you. guess that didn't extend past sex for him.
you scoff, pulling your sundress over your head. "you didn't say that when you said you love how tight i fit around you or when you said you love how well i know you. was any of that even true?"
logan ignored you as he lit his cigar and waited for you to leave. you stand up and walk over to him, touching his chin and turning to so he's facing you.
"look me in the eyes when you kick me out of your bed." you spit angrily at the man you adored endlessly.
all logan could see was your eyes full of tears and your red puffy lips, trying to keep yourself together. deep down, he knew he deserved all the shit in the world thrown at him for him for breaking your heart. you would never understand why he had to be so cruel but his intentions were never to hurt you like this. it killed him.
"find someone your own age to love, kid." logan says, twisting the knife.
"don't call me kid, logan!" you yell at him. "i'm not a fucking child!"
"then stop acting like one!" his voice boomed back at you, spurring on more tears.
who had he turned into? you couldn't recognize the man in front of you. this wasn't your logan.
"so, you're just going to let me leave like this?" you cry, glaring at him. "give up everything we have all because you're afraid of me loving you?"
you didn't expect an answer, he already shoved your hand away from his face, no longer wanting the image of your broken heart haunting him.
logan wanted to tell you everything, explain why he can't accept your love because it will put you at a greater risks, but logically, logan knows he has to let you go.
"in ten years, when your ass is still sitting drunk on one of my fathers bar stools and he shows you photos of me and a man who can appreciate me for more than sex, a man who can admit he loves me back, you'll remember this moment because this will be the last time you ever fucking see me." you tell him rather calmly as you collect your shoes and purse.
logan watches you do as he asks and leave. if he was a better man, he would have done it differently; but then again, if he was a better man, he never would've fooled around with a twenty-something year old.
the front door slams with a broken sob escaping your lips. from the bedroom, logan could hear your car engine starting and that's when he could allow himself to grieve the life he would've had.
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halloween- old man!logan x college!reader
Logan leaned against the doorframe, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her twirl in front of the mirror. She was adjusting her blonde wig, smoothing down the curls to match the iconic look she was going for. The skimpy red swimsuit hugged her curves, the neckline plunging just enough to make his brow furrow. It was unmistakable—she was dressed as Pamela Anderson, and it was a sight that stirred something protective in him.
“You sure you wanna wear that?” he muttered, his gruff voice barely masking the concern behind his words.
She turned to him, flashing a teasing smile. “Come on, Logan. It’s Halloween. I’m supposed to be a little scandalous.” She adjusted the thin straps of her swimsuit, doing a quick spin. “Do you like it?”
He wanted to tell her she looked ridiculous, that she should put on something more modest, but he couldn’t. She looked incredible, and she knew it. That was the problem. “You know I do,” he grumbled, shifting his weight uncomfortably. “Just… don’t see why you gotta go out to some party dressed like that.”
She rolled her eyes, walking over to him and draping her arms around his neck. “Because I’m twenty, and it’s Halloween. It’s just a party. I’ll be fine.” She leaned up, brushing her lips softly against his, and for a moment, he let himself melt into the kiss. “Stop worrying so much, old man.”
Logan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything more. He knew she was right. She deserved to have fun, to live her life without him hovering over her like a dark cloud. But as she grabbed her little bag and turned to leave, he felt a gnawing anxiety settle in his gut. She was heading out to a night of drinking, surrounded by college guys who would be all too eager to get close to her. And all he could do was stay behind and hope she’d be okay.
“Text me if you need anything,” he said, his voice gruff but gentle. She nodded, giving him a reassuring smile before heading out the door.
The hours passed slowly. Logan tried to distract himself, flipping through the channels on TV, opening a beer, but nothing could quiet the unease gnawing at him. His mind kept drifting back to her, imagining all the ways things could go wrong. What if she got too drunk? What if some guy tried to get handsy with her? The thought made his blood boil, and he found himself pacing the floor, checking his phone more times than he’d like to admit.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He grabbed his keys and headed out, his mind set on finding her. As he drove through the night, the streets were filled with costumed party-goers, but his eyes scanned for the address she had mentioned earlier. He found it soon enough—a house spilling over with loud music, flashing lights, and clusters of college students milling around the front yard, red cups in hand.
Logan pushed his way inside, his rugged, weathered appearance making heads turn. He was out of place here, a grim contrast to the carefree, costumed kids around him. But he didn’t care; he had only one thought in mind. He scanned the room, eyes sharp, searching for her. And then he saw her—up on a table, her blonde wig askew, dancing with a drink in her hand. She was laughing, completely unaware of the eyes on her, or the way some guys were leering as they watched her move.
Something snapped inside him. He saw one guy, a cocky grin plastered on his face, leaning a little too close, his eyes trailing over her in a way that made Logan’s fists clench. Without thinking, Logan shoved his way forward, grabbing the guy by the shirt and landing a solid punch across his jaw. The music stopped for a second, a hush falling over the room as everyone turned to see who the hell this old man was and what he was doing.
Ignoring the stares, Logan reached up, wrapping his arm around her waist and hoisting her off the table. She squealed, her laughter turning to surprise as he threw her over his shoulder. “Logan! What are you doing? Put me down!” she protested, but he didn’t listen. He was already walking out, shoving past the crowd, his grip on her firm.
By the time they got to the car, she was pouting, crossing her arms as she slid into the passenger seat. “You’re such a drag,” she muttered, her voice slurred. “I was having fun.”
Logan ignored her, starting the engine and pulling away from the curb. “You were about to fall off that damn table,” he said, his tone more tired than angry. “Had enough fun for one night.”
She huffed, slumping against the window, her eyes half-closed. “You didn’t have to punch that guy…”
“He was looking at you like a piece of meat,” Logan snapped, his knuckles still sore from the hit. “I wasn’t gonna stand there and let him.”
She didn’t respond, just sighed and closed her eyes, the alcohol making her drowsy. By the time they got back to his place, she was barely awake, mumbling incoherently as he opened the car door and scooped her up again, carrying her inside. She protested weakly, but he just shook his head, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You’re impossible, you know that?” he said softly, carrying her up the stairs to their bed. She didn’t answer, her head resting against his shoulder, her blonde wig slipping off slightly. Once he laid her down, she stirred, blinking up at him with a sleepy smile.
“I love you, Logan,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
Logan’s heart softened, and he reached down, gently tugging the wig off her head and tossing it aside. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Yeah, I know,” he murmured, his voice low. “Get some sleep, kid.”
She was already drifting off, her breathing evening out as she curled up under the covers. Logan sat there for a moment, watching her, a mix of relief and affection settling over him. He knew he couldn’t protect her from everything, and maybe he was overbearing sometimes, but he’d rather be overbearing than lose her.
As he turned off the light and crawled into bed beside her, he felt her shift, her hand reaching for his, and he took it, holding on tight.
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young rich & in love
pairing: dbf!logan howlett x f!reader. summary: sunday night football with your dad and logan, who knows what’s gonna happen... a/n: hey, my comeback has arrived!! i haven't posted fanfic on here in sooooooo long but hopefully, this makes up for it, i've had this idea in my head for weeks and finally decided to write it (saveeee me old man logan). please lemme know if i made any errors i hateee proofreading 😭 tyyy <33 also feel free to send me concepts! warnings: 18+, smut ofc, age gap (reader is in her 20s). implied panty stealing. oral (m receiving). small daddy kink? definitely more warnings… word count: 2.7k
It was your Father's and Logan's daily Sunday routine of watching football games together yet today was different. You walked past the living room and saw Logan sitting on the couch, with a beer in his hand, eyes focused on the screen as he watched the game. Your dad was in the kitchen getting snacks and a couple of more Coors, leaving the two of you alone in the room. Logan caught you just in time and smiled, his eyes lingering on you. "Hey, why don’t you come and watch the game with us," he said.
“As much as I would love to hear you and my dad constantly screaming at the TV, I can’t I gotta get ready for my date tonight with Jacob, sorry” you smiled slightly. Quickly Logan's smile faded at the mention of your date. He tried to hide it, but you could still see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
"Oh no need to be sorry bubs, and How’s he treating you?" he questioned.
"He’s been treating me well I guess." you said stating the last part quietly, deep down you knew you weren’t telling the truth, the truth is that he’s been flaking on dates between you too because he “doesn’t feel well”, yet your friends send you photos that same night of his Instagram stories where he’s out partying with friends.
Logan’s eyebrow raised upon hearing your response. “What do you mean ‘Well I Guess’” He asked. “You don’t sound so sure about that baby” He drank a bit of his beer looking into your eyes.
That nickname he used so often with you, always seemed to have an effect on you. For context, You always had a crush on Logan, you thought it would have gone away with it just being a ‘stupid teenage crush’ but no it wasn't. The crush on that man had gotten stronger the older you’ve gotten. You hoped he had some sort of crush on you at all. Some days you would notice all the side glances he would make when you exited the house all dressed up or even when you would kiss Jacob goodbye when he dropped you off at home.
“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it Logan.” you tried to reassure him.
You knew Logan was hard to try to convince him of something. He knew you were keeping something from him, and he was going to get it out of you.
“I know you too well, Something’s bothering you, You know you can talk to me. I won’t tell your old man.” He put his beer down on the coffee table and turned closer towards you.
“Tell me the truth bubs. Is he not treating you right? You shouldn't be dealing with that baby” he said using that nickname you loved, putting his hand on your thigh rubbing it&keeping eye contact while smirking.
Your heart races at seeing him rubbing his thumb over your thighs. His goddamn smirk too.
“He’s ju-”
You were interrupted mid-sentence by your dad walking into the room.
Logan moved his hand back to himself, grabbing his beer and clearing his throat. Your dad entered the room, with his snacks laid out on a big plate and another six-pack of beer. "Oh, you gonna watch the game with us? I thought Jacob was taking you out." your dad asked settling down the plate and beers in front of the two men’s seats.
"Uh no sadly not, I'm still going out with Jacob tonight," you said, a hint of irritation in your voice. "So if you guys don't mind me, I need to go get ready. This hair and makeup is not gonna get done by itself." You shot a glance at Logan, his expression unreadable, before quickly exiting the room.
As you left the room, you swear you felt Logan's eyes on your back piercing right through you as you walked upstairs toward your bedroom. In your bedroom You fixed up your hair a bit and walked back and forth through your closet trying to pick what you were gonna wear but thoughts of Logan’s hand rubbing your thigh just kept invading your mind. The thought of him just alone made you wet. God the affect that man had on you. No matter how much you try to ignore it, more thoughts of him rushed back in and so did questions. Was he jealous? Why did he look disappointed when you mentioned your boyfriend, Jacob?
You could not let the thought of your dad’s best friend cross your mind anymore, you had to finish getting ready, either way, Jacob told you yesterday to be ready by 4 and time was approaching. You previously made the plan to get fucked tonight, Jacob had to appreciate what he had. You slipped into your mini skirt that matched perfectly with your shirt—sitting at your vanity, applying your everyday makeup. As you moved on to applying a final coat of lipgloss, you heard your phone buzz. You picked it up and felt your stomach drop as you read the message from “jacob <3”
"Gotta raincheck tonight I’m not feeling well again, sorry bb"
He did it once again for the 4th time, yet this time he promised he wouldn’t cancel still yet he did. Anger filled you, you had spent so much time getting ready, just for him to cancel like always. You’re ready for nothing, no plans, no nothing. You were pissed. You began to type up some utter bullshit “oh okay feel better soon love you<33.”
He quickly replied by liking the message with a thumbs up.
Not even a “Love you too” What the fuck, Fuck him, Fuck this Logan was right you shouldn’t be dealing with this. Enough was enough. You were done with his bullshit. Your plan of at least fucking Jacob one more time was not going to happen at all and you needed to get laid lord knows how long it's been. You decided were gonna get some drinks from downstairs and try to forget about Jacob.
As you walked out of your room and down the stairs, scouraging through your dad’s liquor drawer. You heard the voices of your dad and Logan floating through the air, watching the football game. You suddenly had an idea. If Jacob couldn't appreciate you, maybe it was time to play a game with someone else who might appreciate your presence more.
Discarding the drawer you began to walk into the living room walking past your dad and Logan. You could tell Logan was trying hard not to stare at you with that skirt. “oh, is Jacob here?” your dad said.
“No, we’re not going out anymore. He’s not feeling well so I figured I’d just watch the game with you guys” You smiled knowing damn right it was a lie, sitting directly on the couch near Logan.
Your dad looked over at you with a mix of surprise and a bit of concern on his face. “Really? Everything alright with Jacob?” He asked. Logan seemed to tense up even more as you sat down right next to him, your legs almost touching his.
“Yeah, he said he’s just gonna stay in and rest up,” you replied as your dad simply nodded in acknowledgment.
Meanwhile, Your dad's eyes were glued to the screen, not noticing the tension in the room. As the game continued, you tried to act natural, pretending to be interested in the players' moves while secretly glancing at Logan. He stole a few glances your way, his eyes roaming over your short skirt, before quickly looking away. You could feel his gaze burning into you, and you couldn’t help but secretly enjoy the attention.
As the first half of the game finished and halftime began, your dad got up and announced, "Well, it's halftime. I'm gonna go use the restroom real quick. I'll be right back." He gave you two a quick smile before heading out of the room.
As soon as your dad left the room, the tension in the air thickened. You were suddenly alone with Logan on the couch, the only sound was the faint commentary from the TV.
From what you could tell you saw Logan fiddling with the remote of the television before he said, "This damn remote won't work. I can't hear anything!"
"Give me it, lemme try," you offered, pointing to the volume control on the TV box.
Slowly, you bent down to turn up the volume trying to put your skirt down a bit, taking your sweet time. "How's that?" you asked, looking directly at Logan for a response.
He swallowed hard as he caught sight of your ass falling out of your mini skirt. His eyes try to balance between the TV and your exposed skin. "Yeah, uh... yeah, that's better," he mumbled, trying to maintain his composure. Once you sat back on the couch, you casually glanced at him and saw him adjusting his jeans and squirming where he was sitting. You couldn't help but smirk as you looked quickly towards the TV, knowing full well the effect you were having on Logan. Your plan working all accordingly.
Your dad came back from the bathroom and, seeing how uneasy and squirmy Logan was looking, asked him, "Logan, you okay buddy?
"Yeah, I'm good," Logan muttered.
The game resumed, with the atmosphere was heavy. Both of you were distracted; the game was on, but neither of you watched. Your dad was completely oblivious to the tension you both were building.
Logan kept replaying the image of you bent over, eyes staring right at him. His mind soon began to wander to thoughts about only you. He knew the game wouldn’t be over for a while.
Once 20 minutes had passed, Logan had enough and decided to excuse himself to use the restroom.
”I’ll be back gotta use the restroom,” he said while getting up.
“Are you sure? Man, you're gonna miss the game.” your dad asked Logan.
“yeah, it’s fine.” he quickly replied walking by.
You stayed downstairs with your dad to watch the game. Already getting tired of just watching the game, you decided to go to your room and work on some assignments, using it as an excuse. You bid your dad goodnight and told him you might not come down again that night.
"Alright, kiddo," your dad replied. "Goodnight, and don't stay up too late. Oh, and can you do me a favor?"
"Sure, Dad. What is it?" you asked.
"Can you knock on the bathroom door and call out to Logan? He's going to miss out on the rest of the game if he doesn't come out soon," your dad replied concerned.
"Yeah, no problem," you smiled assuring your dad.
You made your way up to the bathroom, your footsteps a bit quicker than usual. You knocked gently on the door, but there was no response.
"Weird," you muttered under your breath. Feeling a mix of curiosity and growing worry, you turned away from the bathroom and headed toward your room instead.
As you entered, your eyes widened in shock and surprise. There, standing before you, was Logan, going through your underwear drawer.
"You perv," you exclaimed, jokingly lightly smacking his shoulder.
He visibly jumped, caught in the act. His face reddened as he frantically tried to come up with an explanition.
"Shit, look, it's not-" he began, his words stumbling over each other in his act to explain.
You cut him off, "Oh, it's exactly what it looks like, Lo.”
He was too stunned to speak.
You crossed your arms, in annoyance, and said, "So you're the reason my panties have been going missing?"
Logan's eyes widened, his guilt evident. He tried to protest, "No, no, look, you don't understand-"
But you interrupted him again, "But I do. I've seen the way you've looked at me, and those sneaky touches on my thighs... I've seen it all, Logan."
Logan's face flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly closed the drawer. He looked at you, the evidence of his actions clear.
"I... I can explain," he muttered, shifting uncomfortably.
You raised an eyebrow, giving Logan a skeptical look. "Explain then," you said, leaning against the wall, and crossing your arms.
Frustration and lust appeared on Logan's face as he replied, "You know what, no. You teased me all damn night. I deserve this at least. You were trying to get me killed out there.”
“What teasing are you even talking about?” you acted oblivious.
“You realize what you were doing out there is so wrong. Don't try to act all innocent now.”
“I'm sorry, I don't know what you’re talking about Logan," You started smirking.
“You know exactly what I'm talking about,” Logan growled, his voice low. "You were bending over out there, practically flashing your ass at me. You knew what you were doing, didn’t you? Getting me all hard in front of your old man huh?”
“I was just trying to fix the volume for you.” Still trying to keep the innocent act up.
“Bullshit baby,” he said eying your mini skirt.
Logan's eyes darkened with desire as he walked closer to you, backing you against the wall. "Don't play dumb. You know exactly the effect you have on me." His voice was low and husky.
"Walking around in these tiny outfits, bending over every chance you get."
As you locked eyes with Logan, your steady gaze holding his, you repeated your question, "And what are you gonna do about it?" You slowly knelt before him, your face now inches away from the button of his jeans.
Logan's gazed down at you, hand going to caress your chin. He took a step closer to you. "You know what I wanna do, outta teach you a lesson," he said, his voice hoarse with lust.
Within seconds you pulled his pants down, dragging his boxers along with them letting his dick spring freely out.
"Suck on it."
Obeying what he said you started coating his cock with your spit. Logan groaned softly as your lips wrapped around his thick shaft, your tongue swirling expertly. His hands tangled in your hair, guiding your head as you bobbed up and down. "Fuck, just like that baby," he breathed, trying to keep his voice low.
“Ah, fuck.” Hearing him moan made you love pleasing Logan with his cock in your mouth. That alone made you soaking wet.
He grunted as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, your lips stretched wide around his girth gagging a bit, eyes watering. "Shh, careful now," he whispered urgently, glancing at the door. "We can't make too much noise with your dad right downstairs."
Logan's eyes widened in shock and arousal as you carefully moved your mouth off his throbbing erection, your voice breathy as you said "It's too much, Daddy." He shuddered at the forbidden words, his cock twitching with need even as his mind reeled.
His hands shook as he watched you wipe a strand of your spit off your hand, the sight sending a jolt of desire through him. He quickly glanced at the door again before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him.
"Fuck, baby, you can't say that out loud. Not ever."
Gripping on your chin tightened as you wrapped your lips around his hot, hard flesh once more. His voice grew strained as he hissed, "Faster, baby… just like that... Oh God, harder...harder... I'm not gonna last... not with you sucking me off like that..."
Logan's words tumbled out in a desperate, breathless rush as you worked his throbbing cock with your mouth. "This is so wrong... but fuck baby, your mouth feels so good... I can't think straight... shit, I'm not gonna last... oh fuck, I'm gonna..."
His voice rose to a hoarse scream as his orgasm crashed over him, his hips bucking wildly as he fucked your mouth without warning. "Fuckk!" he groaned, his cock pulsing violently as he erupted into your mouth, painting your throat with thick ropes of cum.
He panted, trying to catch his breath as he came down from his high.
"Your dad's gonna kill me," he said shakily, his body still trembling from release. He quickly tucked himself back into his pants before pulling you up into his arms.
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⁵⁾ pressing the pads of their fingers into their lips in the aftermath, like they’re either trying to capture the feeling or banish it from memory
with x1!Logan pretty plssssss 😏
YES Ozzie omg thank you I love this ❤️
Forbidden Fruit
pairing: dbf!Logan x neighbor!reader word count: 3.4k summary: You’re a little obsessed with your attractive new neighbor. Unfortunately, he’s quite a bit older than you... And your dad's new best friend. content/warnings: non-mutant AU, unspecified age gap, written as x1 Logan, Scott is your dad (sorry), silence of the lambs spoilers???, yearning, tbh yall are as bad as each other, smut a/n: lmao this was supposed to be a drabble 🤷 ty to @ozarkthedog, the most perfect human 🩷
There’s a party roaring outside. As a general rule, your dad doesn’t like to throw parties often, but when he meets the man who’s moving in next door, he announces to you his plan. “Hosting a new neighbor helps to establish a good relationship!” he insists, and that’s that.
You’re sat in the living room, the space dimly lit, nursing a Pabst Blue Ribbon as the glow of your latest Blockbuster rental illuminates your face.
"You even old enough to drink?" comes a voice just outside the door frame.
You jump, beer sloshing gracelessly down your front. You turn to him, glowering. He’s silhouetted from the hallway and you can’t make out his face. “Yep,” you tell him, “I just have an immaculate skincare routine. Keeps me youthful.”
“So you’re hiding inside… because?”
You shrug. “Just like time to myself.”
He nods, and then strides over. He takes a seat beside you.
“Who are you, exactly?” you frown, looking him up and down.
“You mind?” he asks, smirking as he wiggles the beer you didn’t realize he was holding and nods towards the bottle opener. The audacity.
You glare and grab the bottle opener. He holds his hand out for it, but you withdraw.
“Logan,” he laughs, “Logan Howlett. I just moved in next door.”
“Oh,” you drop the bottle opener into his hand, remembering your dad’s words. Establish a good relationship. “Oh, yeah, my dad was really excited about the party. Hope you’re enjoying it.”
His eyebrows raise. “Your dad?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “Scott Summers.”
“No shit,” he frowns, “That guy sends a lot of emails.”
“That he does.”
Logan pops his bottle open. “Mind some company?”
“Long as you don’t mind watching Silence of the Lambs starting part way through.”
“Ohhhhh yeah, has he asked for a quid pro quo yet?”
“Aahh, a connoisseur,” you grin, “Yeah, just got past that part. I can rewind–”
“Nah,” he shrugs, “Let it play.”
You watch for a while in silence, but then start chatting again, swapping mundane questions.
“So, Scott’s your dad, huh?” he asks, after a while.
“He sure is.”
“When he said he had a daughter, I guess I assumed someone younger.”
“Same skincare routine,” you deadpan.
He closes his eyes, holding back a laugh as he shakes his head. “Sorry, sorry. It’s none of my business.”
“It’s okay,” you laugh, “Yeah, he was still pretty young when I was born.”
“And what about…” he trails off, suddenly realizing tact may be appreciated.
“Dad’s a widower,” you explain simply.
Logan nods. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
You sit in silence for a moment, watching as Lecter is revealed to be wearing the guard’s face.
“How about you?” you ask, “You got a wife? Husband? Girlfriend? Partner?--”
He turns to look at you and you peter off. “Nope.”
There’s something in the way he’s looking at you. You’re not sure if he’s being suggestive, or if you’re reading into things. Maybe it’s just the reflecting light making his eyes look more provocative than he intends.
Either way, you feel your heartbeat surge and your stomach flip.
You turn away and try to affect nonchalance, try not to be suddenly mesmerized by this unexpected plot twist that is Logan. The movie is wrapping up, Clarice taking Lecter’s call as he pursues Chilton. You try to focus on it, the score, the costumes– but instead you notice the way he smells, musky and a little sweaty. It’s nice. A little dizzying.
“What about you?” you ask.
“Hmm?”
"You have any kids?" you ask, and immediately wonder if you waited too long to carry on the conversation.
"Shit," he snorts and shakes his head, "I hope not."
It takes you off guard. You burst out laughing.
He huffs, lifting the beer to his lips to hide a smile.
The credits begin to roll over the ending scene.
With the bottle drained, he pats his thighs and stands up. "Alright, kid," he says, "I probably shouldn’t hide in here any longer.”
“My dad appreciates it,” you tell him, “Don’t wanna give him a heart attack when his guest of honor is nowhere to be found, soon to be discovered with his delinquent daughter.”
He picks up his empty and shakes his head, heading back outside. He calls back, “Oh, you’re trouble.”
Now that you’ve met him, you can’t get him out of your mind.
When you see him again, a couple days later in daylight this time, you have to pick your jaw up off the ground. He’s taller than you realize, and he’s fucking built. And fuck, he’s handsome too. When he sees you, he waves a hand. “Hey Trouble,” he calls, “Keepin’ your nose clean?”
Weeks pass, and, much to your delight (and, admittedly, despair), your dad and Logan become close.
Sundays become your favorite day. Sunday, you discover, is the day you can see Logan through your window, chopping a seemingly endless stack of firewood.
One time, he catches you watching. To your utter shock, he winks at you. Knowing your eyes are on him, he lifts the hem of his beater to wipe his brow, and shoots you a shit-eating grin.
You had plans but that doesn’t matter now. All you can do is shove your hand into your panties and rub circles around your throbbing little clit until you cum with a muffled sigh, knowing he’s outside. Knowing there’s not more than a fence and a few feet between you.
Almost every night, his fire pit is alight and you see him reading, or strumming his guitar, or fucking whittling, serene in the smouldering glow, till the fire burns out and the night turns too cool to enjoy.
As the weeks pass, he’s at your house more and more. You wish your heart would stop doing flips whenever you see him on the sofa next to your dad, beer in hand, laughing at some story that’s being recounted.
He says hello to you each time he sees you, and always asks after you when you’re out.
“Oh, Logan says hi,” your dad will say over his morning toast, “Why does he call you Trouble? Tell me you haven’t been besmirching the Summers name?”
“Nah,” you grin, “Just the littlest besmirchment, at worst.”
His eyes narrow.
“C’mon, now, we want to-”
“Establish a good relationship!” you finish, grinning at the way he scowls.
“Smartass.”
“Hey, Trouble,” he’ll greet you, whenever you find him at your home.
“Hey neighbor.”
“You bein’ good?” he’ll ask.
“‘Course not,” you’ll wink, “Where’s the fun in that?”
You love that he calls you Trouble. That he has a name, just for you. It feels like it could almost be something, and so it’s almost enough.
Before long, what you’d once feared was a one-sided attraction begins to morph into something different.
It’s a Saturday, and you decide to wear a cute little dress. It’s a flowy thing that hugs all your curves in the very best way, hem barely falling past the curve of your ass.
Your dad just popped out for another six-pack, and you’re in the kitchen, making pasta salad. With your father gone, Logan isn’t subtle in the way he looks at you. You delight in how his eyes linger at the curve of your hip, the swell of your chest. It feels like a victory, the way he grits his jaw a little when you lean forward, cleavage on full display.
“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ wearing a naughty little dress like that?” Logan asks, scowling.
You raise an eyebrow and try not to let the way your heart starts to flutter affect you. “Thought you’d figured it out on day one – I’m trouble.”
He looks you up and down, his gaze lascivious. It’s the boldness of it. The two of you are alone, and you both know it.
“I think you like it,” you narrow your eyes.
He’s silent for a long moment. Then he lets out a deep breath.
“God help me, I do.”
“Why don’t you do something about it?”
He opens his mouth to respond, but then you both hear the latch, and the front door swings open.
Logan sits back, pretending as though nothing just happened.
You turn back to your salad.
You can see Logan in the sitting room, right in your line of sight. Your dad sits across from him, his back towards you.
If you’re honest, you’re not sure exactly what compels you.
You turn to face Logan, wave for him to catch your eye. He does, quickly, immediately attuned to you. Your dad doesn’t notice the way his eyes follow you. You hold a finger to your lips. His eyes dart between you and your dad, and he tries to focus on whatever his friend is saying to him.
Slowly, you slip one strap down, and then the other. You can hear Logan’s breath hitch, which he covers almost believably with a gulp of his beer. Shimmying the bodice just a little, you expose your cleavage to near-dangerous depths. He’s grinding his teeth now, and it feels like victory.
Quickly, silently, you slip your top all the way down, exposing your breasts to the cool kitchen air. Your nipples, already hard, tighten. Logan is holding his can so tightly he’s crushing it in his fist.
“You okay, buddy?” you hear your dad say, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice. In a couple of quick movements, you slip your top back up and turn back to your salad.
“Huh?” Logan asks quickly, and then looks at his beer. “Oh, shit–!” he grumbles, relaxing his grip gingerly.
It’s not till an hour later that your dad stands up and announces, “I’ll be right back, gonna hit the head.”
When he’s gone, Logan bolts up and marches over to you.
“Are you out of your damn mind?” he demands.
You shrug and, not so subtly, glance down at his crotch. You smirk at the way the front is tenting. Logan stares daggers as he adjusts himself, better hiding his hard-on.
“Some of you seems to like it,” you point out.
“Out here? With him here? You want your daddy to kill me?”
“No,” you promise, “No, I just want you to fuck me.”
“Jesus Christ you’re trouble–”
You both hear a toilet flush, and, moments later, footsteps descend on the stairs.
Logan adjusts himself again, and you blow him a kiss as he tromps back to his seat.
It’s a week before you see Logan again. He’s working late this week, apparently. Or maybe he’s just keeping his distance from you.
On Friday night, you debate going out. It’s been a while, and you could use a chance to unwind. But drinks are expensive, and– and you see a fire out your window. Logan sits out by his fire pit.
Without thinking, you put on your shoes.
It’s late, but not too late. Your dad’s on his recliner, game on TV, newspaper in hand.
“You headin’ out, kiddo?” he asks.
“Yep,” you lie, “Meeting a couple friends downtown. They’re picking me up!”
“Stay safe,” he calls after you, “Call me if you need a ride.”
“I will,” you tell him. “Don’t know if I’ll be home tonight. Don’t wait up for me!”
You head out of the house and through your neighbor’s gate.
Logan is golden, illuminated in the glow of the flames. He’s whittling something, angrily.
You realize then that your entrance has been near-silent on the soft grass. “Uh,” you clear you throat and knock on his fence as you approach him. “Hey, there, neighbor!”
Logan looks up and frowns when he sees you.
“You are makin’ me crazy, Trouble.” he huffs.
“Like, in a good way?” you ask.
He glares at you.
You come closer. “Can I sit?”
Logan budges up, putting down his whittling tools.
“So…” you venture “Am I more trouble than I’m worth?”
Logan scoffs.
“Nah.” he concedes, “I just don’t wanna make things complicated.”
You shrug. “They’re already complicated. You’ve seen my tits.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Goddammit, Trouble. I can’t get you out of my head.”
“They’re great tits,” you shrug.
“They are great tits.” Logan agrees.
The fire is crackling and the night is clear, stars hanging above you. You've been sitting side by side, quiet.
You don’t know what to say. Maybe there isn't anything to say. You’ve been patient, dammit. You just need to leap.
You pull him towards you and he moves without resistance.
He growls into your mouth, a needy animal sound. The scruff of his beard feels nice against your chin and you’re dizzy with his proximity, with his lips on yours.
After an eternity in the space of a single moment, you pull apart.
Logan stares at you, overwhelmed. His eyes are dark, his kiss-glistened lips catching the light as the fire dances.
He presses the pads of his fingertips against his lips in the aftermath, as though either trying to capture the feeling, or banish it from memory.
Then, after a long moment, he’s on you. His hands grip you, grasp you, trace the shape of your body as though memorizing it by touch alone.
“Inside. Now.” he growls, “Out here you’re askin’ for your daddy to catch us.”
You’re barely through the door before Logan is tugging at your clothes. You help him pull your top above your head, and you fumble with the button of your jeans as he unhooks his belt and yanks off his beater.
In a matter of moments, you’re both fully bare. His skin is hot against yours as he holds you to him, caging you against the door as he drags his teeth along your shoulder. His hard cock hangs against your thigh, heavy and thick and leaking.
Your clothes trail from the front door to his sofa. You don’t make it any further than that.
You’re a ticking time bomb, a siren, pulling him in, driving him wild. He wants and wants and wants, more than he ever knew he could. So much could be ruined; his friendship with your dad, the scrap of reputation he’s been building, his new life in this new place—
But now his want has turned into a need, and feeling you soft and pliant and oh so willing against him, he’d be a fool to turn back now.
Logan’s gropes at you, fingernails digging into the swell of your ass before cupping your pussy in one large palm. Rubbing up and down your cunt, he smears your wetness around.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he gasps. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen.”
Then he dips a finger into you and you groan and clench around it. He fucks you with it, deep, gentle strokes. He wasn’t wrong. As he fucks you with his finger, you feel how unbelievably wet you are. When he pulls back for a moment, you can see his hand is glistening with you, drips going all the way to his wrist.
“I can take more,” you promise, and he growls.
“Can’t say shit like that,” he pants, “You’re sure you can take more. Can you take me? Don’t wanna hurt–”
“I can take you,” you assure him. If you’re honest, you don’t know if you can. What you do know is that you’re sure as fuck gonna try.
“How do you want me?” he asks, fighting to maintain the last shreds of his self-control.
Ever the masochist, “Want you on top of me, my ankles round your shoulders. Need you deep.”
“Gonna fuckin’ kill me.”
You lay back as he positions himself between your thighs. He presses a kiss to your left thigh before he hikes it over his right shoulder, and a kiss to your right calf, folding you in half.
He strokes the dripping head of his cock against your folds.
“You ready?” he asks, and you whine in desperation, nodding a yes.
He presses in, notching the tip inside. You groan at the sensation, relaxing into it as he rocks his hips gently.
“Doin’ so good,” he praises, “I know, baby, it’s a lot.”
You writhe and moan. It is a lot, but you still want more. More of his cock, of his hands on your body, of his praise.
“Taking it so well,” he soothes, letting his cock slide that little bit deeper inside, pulling most of the way out and driving back in, pressing whispers in your ear as he fucks into you.
When his pelvis is pressed flush against you, he lets out a sigh.
“Look at that,” he huffs, “Takin’ all of me.”
You look down and watch enraptured as he pulls out and presses back in, deeper than you ever imagined, and rolls his hips, coarse hair grinding against your clit and making you howl.
”Keep making those pretty noises for me, honey.”
”Need more-“ you beg.
He starts rocking his hips, building a solid rhythm. His strokes are deep and devastating, and with every thrust you can feel your wetness start to flood down your thighs and cream around the base of his cock.
The wetter you get, the harder he fucks into you, each plunge punctuated with your cries, of “Yes!”, “More—“, “Please, Logan, please—“
Generous to a fault, he gives you everything you beg for.
The frustration of these longing, pent-up weeks is almost a forgotten memory. As you build towards the peak of your pleasure, the man above you is an animal. He grunts and pants and fucks you deeper than you knew possible. Your whines and cries and demands taper off, replaced by soft moans that start to swell as he litters your collarbone with kisses and rubs a calloused thumb against your clit.
”I’m—“ you warn, struggling to form words, “I’m gonna—“
“‘M close too,” he grunts, “Give it to me, baby, need to feel you— Please, baby—“
With his words and a firm press to your clit, you come with a sob, cunt squeezing around him in pulsing contractions.
He fucks you through it, muttering a steady stream of filth the whole time. “That’s it, that’s it, fuck you’re gushing, soaking this cock. You feel so fucking good, tight little thing stretched so nice around me, taking it all like you’re made for it—”
Before you can even get over the first climax, the second starts to build. Logan can feel the way your pussy twitches for him, the way your breath shudders as he drives into you with staggering thrusts.
”Gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He growls. “Good-“ a thrust, “fucking—“, thrust, “girl—“ thrust, “Just can’t get enough of this cock, can you?”
You try to answer, but all that comes out is a cry as another orgasm overtakes you.
"That’s it,” the praises, still punctuating every word with a thrust, “That’s it! Let yourself feel it, let yourself feel good—"
You do, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. It’s overwhelming, the way it tears through you with no end in sight.
When he finally pulls out of you, you start to come back to yourself, your life-changing orgasm starting to wane.
He’s beautiful above you, covered in sweat, your wetness dripping down his thighs as he strokes his creamy cock.
With a groan, he comes on your stomach. You wrap your hand around his, stroking him gently till every drop is spent.
You make room for him on the sofa, uncaring that both of you are covered in sweat and fluids, and pull him down to rest in your arms.
"Fuck—" he exhales, and finally turns to face you again.
You stroke your fingers through your mussed hair.
"I knew you were trouble,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your sternum.
There are so many things you’ll need to talk about, to work through. You are neighbors, after all, and you can’t do something like this without there being an aftermath.
But whatever is next can wait till morning.
Gently, he pulls himself up, and you with him. Holding each other close, you head to his bedroom. Without a word, you lay together, curled up in one another’s embrace.
He’s silent a long moment before speaking. "Is your daddy expecting you home tonight?” He asks. Neither of you want to think about that.
But thankfully, “No,” you tell him. “Told him not to wait up.”
"Oh, optimistic, were we?” He teases, and you look him up and down. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, dark eyes, rumpled hair. This man you’ve grown so very fond of.
“Yes,” you smile. “Yes, we are.”
Scott finds out, like, a day later and declares Logan his sworn enemy
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slightly nsfw: minors dni, please ₊˚ 🦢・₊✧
dbf!logan who has never met you before— just knows that your dad prides himself on your recent college graduation, and that you moved to the city shortly after for a job opportunity. and now? you're coming home for the holidays...
logan's seated at your family table, nursing his warm glass of whiskey and poking fun at your father for his stupid, fancy sweater for the occasion. frankly, he's getting quite bored, though he does find your cousins to be only mildly irritating this time around.
a happy gasp from your mother as the front door opens, and in you come; gorgeous, happy city girl staring directly at logan with a shy smile. and he's just awestruck, sitting slightly wide eyed and coughing to clear his throat before looking down at the table.
he's in disbelief— this is the 20 something year old your father boasts so much about? you came from him, his neighborhood buddy? logan is instantly enamored with you, watching your every move at the table & offering to help you bring stuff in from the kitchen after an awkward handshake that made him feel like he was in his 20s again.
and he's carefully playing the act™️ during dinner— how's work? do you like the city? seein' anybody special? are you sure? are you really sure? and you feed right into it.
logan decides then and there that he likes you. that, hey? maybe it's good that he swept you up before one of your dad's other cronies did. or a boy who doesn't know how to take care of you— doesn't think "let me refill her glass", or "let me pull out her chair" or "let me give her a good fuck after she did sooo well today in front of her tedious family."
#i love dbf!logan :(#dbf!logan#dbf!logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#wolverine x reader
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real quick, i mainly write smutty fanfiction.
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Hi, it’s the anon that requested the short!reader request, 10/10 thank you so much 🕺
Sounds like a 2part to me lol
T.w.⚠: rough sex, fingering, reader is kind of anxious, Dom logan, dirty talk.
Part two to this story
Logan was coming home today and you couldn't stop thinking about what you said last night, you were just really horny last night and didn't mean to say that but Logan didn't know that.
You were teaching a class when he came home, he stood in the doorway then sat in one of the empty seats in the back of the class.
You felt your breath hitch and saw him smirking at you, you were so flustered but kept on teaching.
After class, he spoke as he walked over to your desk. "So, y/n, do you have something to say?" He stood over you as you sat in your chair and looked down at the floor not wanting to face him.
He lifted your face to look at him as he knelt in front of you. "Come on, Logan, you know how I get, and we can't have sex here. What if someone hears." He started to rub your inner thigh as he held his eye contact.
"Yes I do know how you get but," he pulled you closer as he whispered in your ear. "You know how I get." With skilled fingers, Logan begins to unbutton your blouse, revealing the lace of your bra beneath. He takes his time, savoring the moment as he exposes your creamy skin inch by inch. His touch is gentle yet possessive, making you ache with need. "You're gorgeous, Y/n," he breathes, his lips trailing kisses along your collarbone.
You gasp as his fingers glide beneath your bra, cupping your breasts and thumbing your hardening nipples. He teases them, rolling and pinching gently, until you're squirming with pleasure. "Please, Logan," you beg, your voice hoarse with desire."Not yet," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to taste you first." Logan slides down, kneeling before you, and hooks his fingers into the waistband of your skirt. He tugs it down your thighs, revealing your lace-clad thighs and the moist fabric of your panties.
You're wet, and you know it. Logan's mere presence has you dripping with anticipation. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, making you shiver as he traces your slit through the silk. "So wet already," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
Logan hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and slowly pulls them down, exposing your glistening pussy. He leans in, his warm breath tickling your sensitive skin. "Beautiful," he murmurs, before his tongue makes contact with your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.
His mouth is hot and skilled, licking and sucking your sensitive bud. He teases you with light, feathery touches, making you squirm and moan. You grip the edge of the desk, your knuckles turning white as you struggle to hold on as his tongue works its magic.
"Oh, Logan," you cry out, your hips thrusting involuntarily as he sucks your clit between his lips. He inserts a finger into your wetness, curling it to find your sweet spot. Your body tightens around his finger as he strokes you from the inside, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Y/n," he urges, his voice muffled against your core. He adds another finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness as he continues to lick and suck your clit. You're on the precipice, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
With one final, firm flick of his tongue, you explode, crying out his name as your orgasm rips through you. Your body shakes, trembling with the force of your release, and Logan continues to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.
As your breathing slowly returns to normal, Logan stands, his eyes dark with desire. "My turn," he growls, his voice laced with hunger. He wastes no time, unzipping his pants and freeing his thick, throbbing cock. It stands proudly, already glistening with pre-cum.
He positions himself behind you, his hands on your hips as he guides his cock to your entrance. "Tell me you want this," he demands, his voice hoarse.
"Yes, Logan, please," you plead, craving his possession. He teases you, rubbing the head of his cock against your slick folds, making you whimper with need. Then, with one firm thrust, he buries himself inside you.
You gasp as he fills you, stretching you deliciously. Logan's hands grip your hips, guiding you as he sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with primal urgency. The desk creaks beneath you as he fucks you hard and deep, each thrust pushing you closer to the edge.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Logan grunts, his breath hot on your neck. He reaches around, finding your clit with his thumb, and begins to rub in circles, sending you spiraling towards another climax.
You cry out, your body tensing as the pleasure builds. "I'm gonna come, Logan!" you shout, your voice echoing off the classroom walls. He pounds into you harder, his own release imminent.
With a final, powerful thrust, Logan empties himself inside you, his hot cum filling your pussy as your orgasm crashes over you. You cry out his name, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you.
As your breathing slows, Logan leans in, his lips brushing your ear. "That was one hell of a lesson, Y/n, I missed you" he whispers, his voice satisfied.
Anyway I loved writing this thank you for reading bye<3333
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i have three diff ideas in my drafts.. which one would u guys want to read first? ^_^
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ᯓ today, I feel like pleasing you.
KINKTOBER 1ST. DAD'S BEST FRIEND!LOGAN HOWLETT X BUB!READER.
18+ | nsfw | mdni wc. 1.2k+ cw/tags. FAUXCEST, age gap (r is 21+), brief cunnilingus & blowjob, first time, p in v, usage of the phrase "little girl", unprotected sex, creampie, not proofread notes. happy kinktober 1st you freaks! here's the smutty installment in the dbf!logan x bub universe. sorry if you don't like it. title is taken from Today by Jefferson Airplane.
The first kiss was troublesome.
Locked away in the far corner of your queen-sized bed, his hands gently guiding itself up your leg, then it happened.
There was so much alcohol in his breath you swore you yourself must have gotten drunk off the way he breathed life into you. Yet the supposed life that found itself nesting in your lungs was something you’ve never felt before.
Taboo. Horribly, horribly wrong.
The kiss made your stomach feel queasy every time it entered your mind after the fact, however it made you feel like you were walking on air as well. Your dirty little secret, safely carried in the arms of you and Logan Howlett.
Your father would drop dead.
Things progressed after the kiss. He became more bold, touching you in more forbidden places that no man has ever touched before. It was all so new. Exciting. There was a rush that clouded your brain every time the older man gave you attention.
“Let your uncle take care of you,” he’d whisper to you.
Every single time.
Oh, it was dirty. So fucking dirty how the tone of his voice had you knowing he meant it. Your “uncle”. His “niece”. His pretty, young, smart, and bright niece who was so fucking ripe and ready to be eaten. The noises he made as his tongue swirled your already swollen clit, locking your fingers into his thick hair, wanting to grind against his hot tongue but ultimately being locked down by his strong arms.
Your hand slapped itself across your mouth each time you had to make a noise, desperately muffling the sounds of dirty dancing happening in your own bed. Your other hand kept jumping from fisting the sheets to fisting Logan’s hair to squeezing your own breast. In this state of being stimulated far beyond your own comprehension, you just didn’t know how to handle your body.
“Fuck,” you squeaked, feeling his nails unintentionally dig into your flesh, your thighs shaking as you grow closer and closer to making a mess of his beard.
It wasn’t planned, the sob that left your mouth when Logan pulled away just as you were about to see god.
“Why did you—”
“Legs up, bub,” Logan cut you off, making you gasp as he threw your legs back, completely spread open to him and any curious being who could walk in at any moment. You instinctually go to close your legs and cover your face, but he’s just so strong. So determined to watch as he takes you for the first time ever.
“Look at me, pretty girl,” he whispered, taking your hands off your face. You laid bare to him, like you had never laid bare to anyone before. Vulnerable and wet just for him.
The look on his face as he scanned you up and down in the position you were basically forced into will never leave your mind.
“Gonna make you feel good, ‘kay, bub?”
You just nodded, mind racing with how many possible roads this could go down. Everything felt like a blur as Logan unzipped his jeans, fishing out his rock-hard cock and began to stroke it in front of you. He was leaking at the tip, balls so full and swollen you could only imagine how long ago it was since he last jerked off.
He asked if you wanted a taste, and it took you a moment to consider. You’ve only ever fellated fake cocks in silicone form, and even so they were tiny in comparison to the monster hiding in Logan’s pants.
You nodded again, opening your mouth as he slipped in his cock inside past your lips. He fucking groaned upon first contact with your tongue, being careful to not shove his whole cock down your throat.
But you could tell that he really, really wanted to.
You felt your jaw begin to ache while keeping it open for his size. If you closed your eyes, you could concentrate on the subtle throb of his shaft, and the way your saliva accumulated around him. You were slicking him up just for you — to make the process easier.
He pulled out of your mouth right when you were beginning to memorize his taste, and it slightly disappointed you as you were enjoying your oral fixation being satiated. Your lips, parted slightly and drenched in your own spit, and Logan’s cock making its way to your swollen, soaked pussy.
He made sure to warn you just before sliding himself in. You couldn’t lie, it was a stretch, and it was an odd feeling to situate yourself in. You wanted to say that it hurt but that was untrue.
Just odd. Foreign. But not painful at all.
In fact, Logan was even surprised when you told him you were okay. Before you knew it, he was effortlessly sliding his dick in and out of you until it turned into him pounding into your pussy, arms wrapped around you as he held you close.
You had reason to believe this is when Logan fell apart.
You bit down hard on your bottom lip, keeping in all the lewd and pornographic noises that wanted to escape you, but some whimpers and small moans escaped.
“‘S good, bub?” Logan grunted in your ear, eliciting a shaky yes from you, digging your nails into his back and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your eyes screwed shut, concentrating on that familiar throb you felt in your mouth just moments ago.
If someone came up to you and asked you how it felt to get fucked like this, you wouldn’t know how to answer. It was just good. Fucking great, even. You wanted to sob, cry, wail out to Logan how good he was making you feel.
“Oh my little girl. My fucking little girl,”
He was like an animal in your ear: grunting and growling as he pounded you with little regard. He was getting louder, nastier. Treating you like a pocket pussy he had a forbidden affair with.
However, the way his arms locked around you as he buried his face in your neck made you feel a type of intimacy you had never felt before. Something so primal yet affectionate, making dirty noises in your ear as he fucked you. Taking your sweet virginity that he so desperately chased after for months.
“Tell me how good uncle Logan is fucking you,” he panted into your neck.
It was hard to form words. Your mouth opened and tiny choked sobs managed to crawl out of your throat, but no words.
“You gotta tell me, baby,” he panted again. But this time, there was a tinge of desperation edging his plea, like he could fucking tear up at any moment. Begging. “Tell me how good your uncle is fucking his little girl,”
Your virgin pussy throbbed, clenching around his cock.
“‘S good, uncle Logan. Fuck me. Fuck me, please…”
It took you by surprise how fast Logan emptied himself inside you, feeling his seed pump deep, knowing his balls were pulsating as they shot out cum. That knowledge was enough to make you cream around his dick, biting down on his shoulder to keep yourself quiet.
The moments after were uncomfortably quiet, with him still holding you with his cock softening inside you.
Your breath steadies. Your mind clears. And your body cools.
Your dad would murder Logan if he found out about this.
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Does anyone know any good fluffy Logan fics? I'll take any and all versions of him.
I'm not in the mood for smut. I just wanna read something cute and comforting.
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i would love to hear your thoughts on logan + an inspection kink🙂↕️
oh, he definitely has one. it doesn't come out very often but when it does...😵💫
"let me get a good look atcha', princess."
logan's voice was hot and heavy against the delicate skin of your inner thigh. nibbling and kissing, teasing you. he's wedged his wide shoulders in between your legs, keeping them nice and open for his viewing. left in nothing but a pair of cotton white underwear that was now sticky with arousal and clinging to your most intimate area.
"please, logan..." you whimper, a tear rolling down your cheek. " 'nough teasing."
all night long, he's been torturing you. it started before you two went out to the bar. you had riled logan up in hopes to stay home tonight. at first, everything went as planned. logan had you bent over the kitchen counter, snapping his hips into yours roughly until he reached his climax. you felt so full with his release and so close, when suddenly, he pulls out of you and pulls up his pants.
"aw, look at that..." he marvels, pulling the thin material down your legs. logan couldn't believe that he was still spilling out of you. his thick index finger runs through the wetness mixed with his release, gathering it while your hips wiggle and bringing it up to his mouth to lick it off. "always taste so fuckin' good for me. isn't that right, princess?"
"mhm.." you nod, bitting back a moan.
completely taking you off guard, logan takes both of his thumbs and spreads you open in such a lewd way that you couldn't help but scratch at his shoulders. he knew how embarrassed you get when he stares but logan couldn't help it. how could he not be entranced by your beauty.
the second you look down at him, he's hovering his mouth over your mound and spits right on your button. logan loves watching the way your eyes roll back as he rubs everything together in slow skilled circles.
"p-p-please just fuck me already, lo." you moan, digging your nails into his skin so deliciously. "need it. need you."
logan shakes his head with a smirk, "not yet. i'm still enjoying my view."
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author's note: sorry if this isn't exactly what you were hoping for lmao i've never written about an inspection kink but it was kinda fun! thanks for the request <3
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taken - one direction old man!logan x f!reader
word count: 800
Logan stood in the shadows, watching as she laughed, her smile brighter than he had ever seen. It was a rare sight, one that used to belong to him, but now she was in the arms of someone else. The man she was with had his arm draped around her shoulder, a gentle touch that spoke of comfort and familiarity. Logan felt a pang in his chest, a sensation he hadn’t allowed himself to feel for a long time.
She had been there for him, always. He remembered the nights she would wait, hoping he’d let her in, begging for a chance he never seemed willing to give. He could still see her on those cold nights, sitting on his doorstep, her eyes filled with a kind of hope that only left her more vulnerable to heartbreak. Logan had convinced himself it was for the best, that shutting her out was the right thing to do. But now, seeing her with someone else, he realised how wrong he had been.
Her laughter echoed in his ears, taunting him, a sound that was no longer his to claim. It was as if the universe was mocking him for finally waking up, now that it was too late. He had pushed her away so many times, believing she’d always be there, but she had finally moved on. And as she leaned into the other man’s touch, Logan’s heart twisted with regret.
She glanced in his direction, her gaze meeting his for just a moment. There was no anger there, no bitterness—just a quiet resolve that cut deeper than anything she could have said. He knew that look; it was the same one she had given him the last time she begged him to let her in, and he had turned away.
Now, she was the one who had moved on, and it was Logan who was left wanting. He had heard through the grapevine that she was with someone else, but he hadn’t believed it until he saw it with his own eyes. She was happy—happier than she had ever been with him. That realisation hurt more than any physical wound he had endured.
Logan’s mind flashed back to all the times he had shut her out, pretending not to care, ignoring the way she made him feel. He had convinced himself he was protecting her, but now he could see the truth: he had been protecting himself. He had been afraid to let her in, afraid of what she might see if she got too close. But in the process, he had pushed away the one person who saw him for who he was, and who still wanted him despite it all.
The memory of her voice echoed in his head, the words she had said to him the last time they spoke. “You only want me when I’m taken.” He hadn’t understood what she meant back then, but now it was painfully clear. Seeing her with someone else, he couldn’t deny it—he wanted her because she was no longer his to have. The thought made him sick, but he couldn’t deny the truth of it. He had been selfish, holding onto the idea of her without ever giving her the love she deserved.
As he stood there, watching her with this new man, Logan felt a wave of guilt crash over him. She had been right all along. He didn’t really want her heart; he just liked knowing he could break it. But she wasn’t his to break anymore, and he had no one to blame but himself.
For a moment, she looked back at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips—a smile that was sad but resolute, as if to say, Thank you for showing me who you really are. It wasn’t a smile meant to hurt him, but it hurt all the same. And then, just like that, she turned back to the man beside her, and Logan knew he had lost her for good.
The realisation hit him like a punch to the gut. He had spent so much time pushing her away, thinking he was protecting her, when all he had done was push her into the arms of someone who was willing to do what he couldn’t. And now, as he watched her walk away, hand in hand with someone else, Logan knew he had no one to blame but himself.
The thought was almost unbearable, but he forced himself to watch until they disappeared from sight. Maybe this was his punishment, he thought, to see her happy without him, knowing he had no right to ask for another chance.
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