For Someone With Like 2 Brain Cells I Sure Do Overthink

for someone with like 2 brain cells I sure do overthink

I finally get a bouquet and it’s a goodbye present. that’s depressing.

✩͏ cw: fem!reader, unprotected, established relationship, cowgirl, begging, brēedıng kink. baby trapping. mdni.

logan can’t help but give into his girl’s urges.

“wait— slow down yeah?”. logan’s words broke through the white noise, pulling you momentarily out of your trance. his rough and much bigger hand held your ass cheek while he tried not to drown in your cunt too much, but he knew he was far too deep, he couldn’t stop you even if he wanted. his beefy arm held hard on the battered headboard, trying to keep himself grounded, but you were squeezing him so good it was nearly impossible. “wade’s gonna hear— slow down” he almost pleaded but your moans didn’t stop.

“no, please, ‘m- almost there”. those words made his head spin, his dick was being squeezed so hard inside your walls that it was difficult to think straight. your mouth let a pitchy loud moan escape, your knees were digging themselves against his thighs and your head was nuzzled against his neck, peppering sweet butterfly kisses on his skin that was covered in a thin sheat of sweat. “‘m so close”.

“get off, c-can’t take it anymore”. logan groaned, hand rubbing up and down your sweaty back. you’ve lost track of how many hours it’s been, riding him until he was a dumb pussy drunken mess. but you enjoyed this, the way his eyebrows twitched whenever he was too close, the way his calloused fingers would rub circles against your waist to try and prolong himself as much as he could, and it never helped. your pussy was too good he couldn’t help it. “fuck, princess- please don’t be like that -ah”.

“please, please— need it”. you begged, not letting his hands push you away, whiny pleas getting out of your mouth at any moment his dick bottomed out, filling you to the brim and his cockhead hit just the right spot when you were leaning against him that way. you wanted logan to breed you and nothing was going to stop it from happening.

he was so pussy drunk he couldn’t even lift you up and off from his dick, enjoying too much the way it clamped down on it almost forgetting he was about to cum inside you. “fuck fuck fuck- we can’t”.

“yes we can, please fill me up- cum inside me please”. you bounced up and down faster than before not giving him a chance to think straight. your slippery cunt was wetting his shaft with every drag of it against your spongey walls, getting it nice and wet. he grasped both of your ass cheeks now, squeezing the soft skin between clammy fingers, he was so damn close.

logan couldn’t even speak a word out before his feet curled, a gasp leaving his mouth as he cummed— and he cums a lot. thick velvety ropes that pours and seeps deeply into your tight cunt. “yes, yes fill me up- so good”. it's so much to where it's shamelessly dribbling down your thighs in creamy stringy clumps, a groan leaving his mouth at the realization. pulling his dick out, he watches as the thick spurts of cum drop down to his pelvis. he wipes them off with his fingers and pushes them back inside you, pumping them a few times, getting a few low moans out of you lips before you hear someone scream from the other side of the door.

“my fucking god, finish already!”.

note: lord this is so bad but i had this scenario in my head for a while.

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