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☆ Kinktober Day 2: Oral Fixation! ☆
(GN!reader)
“Always wanting somethin’ in your damn mouth.” Logan growls, hand gently coming up to curl around your throat with a wrinkled nose. "Is it not enough that I'm bullying my dick into you, huh? You want more?"
He’s fucking you into the mattress, careful not to put too much weight on your throat. It's been, what, a week since he'd been home? God, his missions just kept getting longer and longer. Keeping him away from you and this weird little fetish of yours that he was, secretly, delighted by.
“Slut.” He grumbles when you nod almost happily, and he squeezes your throat lightly when you moan, a little wobbly sound that goes straight to the heat in his gut. “What do you want, huh? Tell me. Use your words.”
The little warbled out ‘Want your fingers’ makes him scoff. But he relents, the hand that had been holding your neck sliding up and over your jaw so he could stick two of his fingers in your mouth.
It took a while to get to this point. He wasn't necessarily scared of his hands anymore, but he still had flashbacks to all the blood and waking up to his world changing. He could control his claws, now. He was better.
And, right now, being 'better' meant giving you what you wanted. And for some reason he would never understand, you wanted his fingers down your throat, gagging you, forcing wet choking sounds out of your mouth that went right to his groin.
"Oral fixation" was the term you had used, when he'd asked about it after the millionth time you asked to suck his dick (or his fingers) while doing something mundane. It helped you focus or something. (A lie, an absolute lie, he knows you don't get anything done with his cock down your throat because you give it your all despite what he's doing.) But he noticed how much you liked to have something in your mouth- chewing on straws, or pencils, or biting your nails- and he'd kind of leaned into it.
Because at his core, Logan is an asshole, and he'll indulge you in the things you like as long as he can feel your body tense when you cum, crying out around his fingers. It's a nice sound. He likes it more than he thought he would when the two of you talked about it for the first time. He likes how much you like his hands, likes it when you kiss them or hold them or, well, choke on them.
He likes when you cum just from having them in your mouth, too, which is what happens- you spasm on his dick, a little gargling whine escaping as he fucks himself deeper, harder, in tandem with the way he’s fucking your mouth with his fingers.
“I gotcha.” He rumbles, because as much as he likes to be mean to you about what you like, something deep in his chest wants to be a little gentle with you. Just when you’re like this, muscles clenching as you cum with a weak cry of his name around his fingers.
He pulls his fingers out of your mouth when you start trembling with the aftershocks, and he fucks you harder and deeper and meaner until he buries his face in your neck and cums with a low groan of your name.
He goes boneless about the same time you do, sweaty chests pressed together, cum and sweat and drool all kind of blurring together. He’s gonna get up and clean you eventually- he’s not a monster- but right now he’s content to not-so-subtly poke his fingers between your lips and kiss at your jaw.
… maybe another round is in order.
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Kinktober Day 1 ~ Wardrobe Malfunction
Logan Howlett x Fem! Reader
Summary: Your bikini top suddenly falls off at the beach and Logan sees you. Minors DNI!
A/N: Happy first day of Kinktober! I'm very excited, I hope you all enjoy!
*✧･ﾟ: Next
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You never thought something like this would happen to you.
Your bikini top, the one whose string you triple-knotted to make sure it stayed on, came off.
The horror on your face was apparent when a breeze connected to your chest and the fabric attached to your skin disappeared. What’s even worse was that your top fell off right in front of Logan, a man you were crushing on so hard it was ridiculous.
You two were in the water, basking in the sun. It turned to a playful fight, droplets clinging to you as Logan kept attacking you with water. The fight led to him grabbing you and tossing you over his shoulder. When you came up for air, that’s when it happened.
You know he saw you. Your breasts in his line of sight, soaked in that seawater. His eyes were almost out of their sockets with how long he stared at you. You quickly covered yourself up with your arms, seeing your top floating in the water before grabbing it, rushing to get out.
“Where are ya going?” Logan shouted from behind you.
You didn’t answer but heard his rushing footsteps. The rest of the team gawked at the two of you when you ran across the beach—feet dusted with sand, going to the nearest cabana. You felt flustered, face burning up. Now, you’ve made everything awkward. Your relationship with Logan, built on respect and genuine care, was gone. All because your top decided to be complicated.
Logan called your name outside and your muscles tensed.
“You okay?”
No, he just saw your breasts on full display. You were far from okay.
“I’m fine. Go back to the others.”
So you can forget that it ever happened.
“Well, don’t ya need help putting that back on?”
You froze, remembering that your top had four strings. Ororo helped you tie the one across your back the first time.
“Okay, just be quick.”
Your back was still towards him, not wanting to look him in the eye. You tried not to focus on his large, slightly wrinkled hands when he helped you with your top—carefully tying the string against your back. As you handed him the strings to go around your neck, your fingertips brushed along his.
“I’m sorry.” You started apologizing: “I thought the top was tied on tight.”
“It’s alright. Not the first pair I’ve seen before.” You roll your eyes, embarrassment quickly fading away as you remember his conquests. “But they’re the best ones I’ve seen so far.”
You forced out a laugh, “Don’t make me kick you out.”
“I’m serious.” When you turn around, his lowered eyes search your face for any hint to show you were uncomfortable. You weren’t. “I wish I could’ve seen them under different circumstances but fuck, I’m glad I did.”
“What’s the different circumstances?”
Logan glances towards the entrance before going back to you. “In my bed. After I take you out on a few dates.”
“Oh.” You blink at the subtle confession. “Didn’t think you’d last after one date.”
His mouth twitches in amusement, “With someone like you, I can.”
Maybe you were glad that your top did what it did, otherwise you would’ve spent another day pining for Logan. Now, it was clear he also had the hots for you, an idea appeared in your head.
“Wanna see them again?”
Logan let out a low breath and a curt nod. You reach behind you, untying the knot he made. Logan grabbed your top, stuffing it in his pockets, eyes never leaving your exposed chest.
“Fuck me. Look at you…”
His eyes search your breasts. How they sat so prettily, almost shining due to minuscule drops of water on your skin. The way Logan stared at you made your stomach twist. He stepped closer, raising his hand with an urge to touch, not before asking for permission.
You barely got the ‘yes’ out when he’s on you. Logan cupped your breast, groaning at how perfectly you fit in his palm. You grip his shoulder when he leans down and capture your lips in a kiss.
It’s hot and heavy as your tongues slide amongst each other. Logan’s still playing with your breast, flicking the nipple with his thumb. He swallows whatever noises come out of you, not wanting to alert the rest of the team. Your hand digs into his messy hair when he parts to kiss your neck. You warn him not to mark you because you don’t want to be bombarded with questions when you two return home.
Logan listens, only placing kisses on you, trailing down to your chest. The source that started everything. You tug on his hair when he captures a breast in his mouth. While doing so, his arm goes under your bottom to pick you up. The action makes you gasp, your legs wrapping around his waist.
You hold Logan’s face close to you as he’s sucking on your nipple, determined to replace the seawater with his saliva. He lets out another groan when switching to your other breast, wanting to do this to you all day. Your moans let him know you didn’t want him to stop.
“Hey? You two okay in there?”
Scott called, and you tugged on Logan’s hair to get him to stop. “Yeah! We’re fine. We’re about to come out!”
“Okay...”
After hearing Scott walk away from the cabana, Logan growls against your breasts.
“Fucking boy scout.”
You snort, kissing the top of his head, “We can continue when we get back.”
Logan grunts, licking at the valley of your breasts before helping you get down. He ties up your top again and walks you out.
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'smile only f'me, bub.'
logan howlett x fem!reader | kinktober 01
synopsis — making logan mad sure had its consequences, but perhaps he wouldn't be so mean with it if you were to behave.
tags — spanking, tying up, praises, fingering, manhandling too i suppose ??, he really enjoys seeing you tear up, this guy's an asshole in all honestly but he's YOUR asshole. wc 1.6k.
kinktober 2024 masterlist.
Logan knew he was a prick.
Your kindness to others was not something he should be getting all moody about, like some damn lone mutt, but oh he was. It felt sickening, as if someone was squeezing his very heart in a mocking manner whenever he’d look at someone smiling at you, and that smile being reciprocated.
Okay, yeah, he sounded real immature thinking that.
Perhaps the countless years spent alone had warped his perception slightly, making him into this greedy and lovesick thing that wanted all the attention to itself. You were perhaps a bit too kind in his eyes, he just didn’t want you getting hurt. Surely you won’t, not when you’ve got him. And, maybe, seeing you being so friendly with the delivery guy today when he came to your shared apartment with the food you had ordered – some continental dish – was the final straw for Logan. You weren’t escaping him tonight, bub.
“Hush, just stay still for a second there.”
Seeing your rightfully confused expression was such a delight to him. Sweet thing, of course you didn’t know the chaos you had ignited within his being. His calloused hands gently tied your wrists together with a rope, making sure it wasn’t too tight to leave actual bruises – wouldn’t want you getting overwhelmed. “There you go.”
Fuck, you looked so pretty like this, hands tied and lips formed in a pout, still oblivious of why you were being tied up. A part of him just wanted to swoop you up right there and kiss you all over. But he couldn’t, not before teaching you a good lesson.
“C’mere, on my lap, bub.” He tried to mask his smirk, watching you struggle against the rope as you shuffled over to sit on his lap, onto to get moved with his strong hands who flipped you over, moving your limbs as if you were some doll until your stomach was resting against his thigh, your ass raised up.
“Any idea what you’ve been doing to me?” He asked, voice gruff as his hand gently caressed the curve of your bottom through the shorts you were wearing, fingers sliding under the fabric, aching to touch the soft flesh. It was such a contrast in comparison to the roughened up fingertips of his, a difference he absolutely loved.
“No, Logan…” You trailed off, innocent, feeling your thighs tremble when his fingers forcefully begin to tug down your shorts along your panties in one go, earning a whimper from you.
“For fuck’s sake, look at you. My pretty baby’s all wet already.” He couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath once he took your panties off, his eyes noting the way the dim light of the bedroom perfectly captured the way your folds glistened. “You like being tied up, don’t you? Might have to do it more often then.” He spoke, more so as a promise, his fingers now drawing incomprehensible shapes on your bare ass. At the little motion of your head trying to tilt, he clicked his tongue and used his free hand to gently push your head back down against the mattress. “Easy there and keep still.” He tutted. Goodness, he just couldn’t use force on you, not on his sweetheart.
His hand continued its exploration, mapping out the curve of your ass with his palm, his other hand holding your head still, fingers tangling into your hair. “Been seein’ you smilin’ around, y’know. To everyone. You’re so sweet to others, bub, it’s annoying.” He grumbled a bit, her grip growing a bit former on the plush of your ass, brows furrowing a bit once he recalled the incident today. So fuckin’ annoying.
“It annoyed you?” The way you asked that made Logan’s cock stiffen up under his sweats, biting back a groan as he raised his hand, striking your ass, his hit firm though not painful, yet. Your body jolted a bit, unable to help but squirm on his lap.
“Just want you smilin’ for me.” And there it was, the overly possessive tone. He wished he could just run far away with you so he could keep you just for himself, but you didn’t need to know that. No, he needed to be patient, understanding, but fuck was it hard to control himself in situations like this.
“Think you can handle another, bub?” He asked, a bit softer, eyes softening as he saw you nod. He could smell your arousal, hear the way your breathing quickened up in excitement. “What a good girl.” He cooed, his hand loosening around your hair and instead patting your head gently, feeling you lean into his palm. The best girl indeed.
He raised his hand again and slapped your ass once more, this time harder. A perverse pleasure flooded within him at the sight of a red print blooming onto your soft skin, and a part within him just wanted to bruise your ass, leave his marks. He mentally put that on his to-do list.
Another slap came, and another, followed by another and another until you lost count, your bottoms stinging, eyes welled up with tears, legs shivering. “Logan, please…” You panted heavily, chewing on your bottom lip. “Swear I’ll be good and only smile for you, need you so bad…” It was undeniable that his spanks were riling you on indefinitely, your hole miserably clenching around the air. The burn of the ropes around your wrists despite his initial loose knot of it felt more noticeable now, most probably due to how you felt way more sensitive, your skin tingling all over.
Logan’s eyes moved over to admire the way your ass was all flushed, the tremble in your thighs evident. Adorable. His fingertips lightly grazed against your skin, feeling the way you flinched subtly from the sting, earning a soft hum from him. “Oh, you’re already so good. So good for me.” He whispered.
“Want me to make you feel good now?” You were quick to nod, embarrassingly so, trying to raise your ass a bit higher as his fingers sneakily trailed down to your soaking clit, chuckling at how wet you had gotten from your little punishment.
A shiver went through you as Logan’s fingers began to sweep the juices up and down from your folds, making sure to go nice and gentle, knowing that you were all vulnerable right now. His wetted fingers begin to gently circle around your clit, feeling the pulse beneath. A soft moan left your lips as your hips tried to buck against his hand, failing due to the position you were in. “You look so pretty like this, my beautiful princess.You were gonna cry, weren’t you?” He was unable to hold a grin from coming onto his lips once he saw the way your eyes glistened.
“Yes…” You cried out weakly, feeling pleasure blooming in your tummy as he kept toying with your throbbing clit, knowing exactly how to earn the noises he wanted from your sweet mouth. You didn’t realise when his hand had left your head, flipping you over so now your eyes could look up at the ceiling, whimpering once they met his, blood rushing to your face. He grunted down at you, fingers now attempting to ease up inside your cunt while the other began toying with your clit instead. It was easy to slide into the warmth of your pussy due to how wet you were, using two of his fingers for now. They were so thick, and you couldn’t help but clench around them tightly, a soft mewl leaving you as his fingers curled up inside, beginning to thrust in and out. It all felt like so much, so good, feeling both his hands between your licks, your hips moving to meet his hands.
“Logan, f-feels so-!” Your words were cut off by another moan once his fingers hit your sweet spot, ramming against it repeatedly over and over, feeling your spongy walls squeezing his digits while your clit throbbed under his other hands, rubbing it firmly with nice, tight circles. A familiar tight knot quickly begins to build up in your tummy, your breathing quickening up. You had long stopped struggling against the ropes around your wrists, now entirely focused on the way his fingers were going in and out of your cunt until you reached your peak.
Your body convulsed, skin feeling moist with sweat as you came all over his fingers, your orgasm hitting you hard. It felt longer than usual, his gentle rubs on your clit easing you through your high until you fell all limp on his lap, panting softly, eyes struggling to stay open due to the fuzzy feeling coursing through your veins.
Logan untied your wrists after a few seconds, tossing them aside as his hands helped you up, smiling at the way you felt so pliable in his hold. “You did so good, baby. So fuckin’ good.” Fuck, he felt so proud, leaning over to give your forehead a kiss, his heart warming up at the sound of your giggle. His hands then grabbed your wrists, thumbs carefully rubbing against your skin.
“C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.”
notes — a bit rushed but i've had a bad fever since yesterday and it has just exhausted me so much. promise the other entries will be better :( thank you all for your support.
KINKTOBER DAY ONE -
COCKWARMING WITH LOGAN HOWLETT
it was a late movie night for the two of you, cuddling up with a bowl of popcorn while you watch horror films and sneak little kisses to each other. logan has his hand around your waist, fondling at the fabric that rests on your tummy as you giggle and swat his hand away at the ticklish movement. you snuggle your head into the pocket of his neck, breathing in the musky smell that always makes you feel so at ease, but the more you breath him in the more you feel that wet spot spreading in your panties. getting needier by the second as you rub your thighs together trying to contain yourself, by now you should know that logan takes note of every little thing you do, he knows you almost more than you do yourself and he proves that when he makes a little comment, picking up your head to face him. “you alright bub, what’s going on down here?” he says teasingly placing his hands on your thigh, smiling while you wince in embarrassment that he caught even your slightest movements.
you nod your head in a yes motion, your breath hitching as you spread your legs apart and snuggle closer to him. “m’alright lo, i just need you..” you say with a slight whine, kissing at his neck greedily, moving on to his lap to be closer to him. feeling his hands crawl around your waist as you suck at his lips, almost moaning into his mouth while you try to tug off his clothes — where logan stops you, holding your hands as you pause and look at him wondering what happened. “I know you just want me to just put it in bubba but you gotta work for it first.” he says, completely serious as if you have time to play games right now. “but-“ you go to argue but your shushed before you even say your defense. “nope no easy way like usual, you want me to make you feel good or not?” and of course you do, so you nod your head not knowing how mhch hard work it would take to get your way.
and that’s how you end up facing the TV screen with your back pressed up against logans chest, his cock buried into your cunt as you struggle to sit still. trying to quit your constant squirming as if it isn’t difficult to have all his girthy length wedged into the deepest parts of you, you peek behind him and see him watching the movie still with a beer in one hand and his other gripping your hip sternly. throughout the movie he tries to quiet your whimpers, grabbing your jaw to whisper some disapproving remark, acting like this isn’t the hardest thing for you. you only want to relieve the stretching feeling that’s in your cunt and you had been good so far. it was a little difficult at the beginning where logan had to keep telling you to sit down, having to hold your thighs in place while you whined about how much you needed to move. but at the nearing last 10 minutes of the movie and you think you can make it. “doing so good for me baby I knew you could do it..” he says slivering up his hand to your neck, holding it gently as he leaves trails of kisses up and down you neck to your back. the warm suction of his lips distracting you and and it’s like your hips have a mind of its own, guiding yourself back and forth on his dick so it hits you in all the right places. “mm logan i can’t take it anymore! I need to move s’too much!” you can hear his response close to your ear, hearing the greed in his sweet baritone voice as he finally says yes to your pleads. “of course baby, you were such a good fucking girl it’s time you get your reward right?”
LOGAN HOWLETT day 2 (03, oct) — creampie & cockwarming
18+ fem!reader, 312 words. mdni!!
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ⋆ ˚｡𖦹.
You’re on top, his cock wedged nicely inside as you slowly rock over him. Gentle little bounces and grinds as you ride out the last of your high, winding over him with your hands splayed flat on his chest, exhausted.
“God— fuck, that’s it,” Logan grunts, his fingers squeezing tighter into your hips. “Lil’more,” he groans, your movements milking out the last remaining bit of his cum.
“Oh, god,” you sigh, the sound tired as you topple forward - slumping over him and tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “Shit.”
He hums softly, his hands moving from their grasp on your hips to the small of your back, palms large and warm as he runs up the expanse of your spine. Stroking over your skin in a soft, soothing manner.
His cock remains tucked in your cunt, the head twitching and pulsing inside as it slowly but surely calms to a halt. A milky ring around the base of him, streaks of your combined cum running down and off his balls.
He bends at the knee to get comfortable, the motion knocking the rest of his dick back up into you. The full aching length of him resting comfortably inside as you keep him warm. He keeps a hand on your back as if he’s keeping you stable, his other reaching for the blanket draped over the back of the sofa. Shaking it above you both, he covers each of you - mostly you and your exposed back.
Cupping the back of your head with his now free hand, he holds onto it carefully, his fingers matching the soft stroking rhythm like his hand on your back. The easing, loving caressing of his large hands push you further into your tired state.
“Rest up, sugar,” he whispers into the side of your head, voice soft and gentle muffling into your hair.
had to reupload bc tumblr funked up original upload as per. does it all the time and im sick of it
- kinktober- day 2, logan howlett & thigh riding
- mdni
warnings: well… what the title says. Fem!reader, Praise, All porn no plot
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST
Your hands were on his shoulders, your bare pussy on the bare of his muscular, meaty thighs.
his hands are gripping your waist, his leg bouncing up and down, watching you let out a delicious sound every time he moved his leg justtt right, when the meat of his thigh hit your clit, grazing it.
He looked too good in his boxers when he came out of your shared bedroom, you practically pounced on him. He was tired, however, and this was the best compromise.
“Atta girl, keep goin’. He rasped out, easy for him to say, he wasn’t doing any work.
His encouraging words only spurring you on further, leaning back while speaking with his cigar in between his teeth.
It was getting harder and harder to ignore the growing tightness in his constraints, slightly adjusting ever so often as you got yourself on off his thigh. God, you were soaked. And he was loving every second of this, watching yourself get worked up.
Your hands balled his shirt up, letting out a cry as you finally got that release you’ve been chasing, the band in your stomach snapping, your walls clenching on nothing.
He watched you with a content smile, helping you slowly ride out your high, rubbing his hand up and down the small of your back, cum dripping down his thighs and legs.
“Did such a great job f’me, baby.” He murmured, you hiding your face in the crook of his neck, panting lowly. He held you for a moment.
“How bout’ I give you what you want?”
Kinktober Day One: DOFP! Logan - Lingerie | Kinktober Masterlist |
“I’ve got a surprise waiting for you at home,” you said, giggling into the phone. Logan’s not much for surprises, but for you? He’ll make an exception.
“How kind of you,” he says back, still rummaging through his desk. “Can I guess what it is?”
“Mhm, nope,” you reply, making a show of popping the p at the end of the word. “No hints for you, you’ll just have to wait and see tonight.”
He groans out loud, much to your amusement. You know he’s not a patient man and you’re hoping that the anticipation will eat him alive. He pauses for a moment, talks back to you in that voice that you fully recognize as his bedside voice. “Not even one?”
“Not even one.” You answer. “And stop it with your voice, you know what that does to me.”
“Yeah,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. “That’s kind of the point.”
You’re real tempted to let the secret slip, but not tempted enough. With another laugh you bid him farewell, and hang up.
Logan looks at the phone in his hand amused, going back to searching for his lesson plans, your conversation still in the back of his mind.
Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself.
The day couldn’t have ended any faster, driving home at exactly the speed limit to get home as fast as possible. Curiosity eating him alive, he steps into your shared home and to his surprise, you’re not there to greet him like normal.
“Doll, I’m home!” he calls out, and his ears perk up when you reply a faint in here! from the bedroom.
His shoes heavy against the hardwood floor, he follows the sound of your voice, opening the door to find you—
Oh.
Oh god.
He doesn’t know what he expected when you called him, but this certainly wasn’t his guess. Lit candles, the faint smell of vanilla in the air, lights dimmed and you—just you—looking pretty in a set he’s certain he hasn’t seen before.
God, where does he begin?
“Oh, princess…” he says, still in awe at the wonderful display. You rise from the sheets, allowing him to fully take in the lace that hugs your every curve, the same lace that lets him see everything and nothing all at once. From your chest, to your ass, to the garters that fasten the stocking onto your thighs—you’re wrapped up like a present, and it’s not even his birthday.
Your smile breaks him from his trance, fingers beckoning him toward you coyly. “Come over here, lover boy,” you whisper, and he feels his heart skip two beats.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he said, already making his way towards you. Sat on your haunches, you look up at him with faux innocent eyes, relishing in the sight of your husband speechless at the sight of you. Slowly, your hands glide against his shirt, every button removed between deft fingers. He lets you, chest heaving with each pop, until his torso is bare before you and you can feel the bare skin beneath your fingertips, firm and hot.
“Can’t tell if I wanna rip this off of you or fuck you in it,” he sighs, fingers playing with the soft fabric. “I don’t remember buying this for you.”
“I bought it,” you mutter, rising forward to place a kiss onto his adam’s apple, enjoying how it bobs under the touch of your lips. “Do you like it?”
A rhetorical question, but one he plans to answer anyway. He grabs your wandering hands suddenly, pushing you into the soft mattress below. You squeal, your eyes widening in shock before soon turning into something much more hungry.
“Do I fuckin’ like it?” he scoffed in that same honeyed voice from before. The clink of his belt rings loud in your ears as it falls to the ground, your thighs pressing together at the sign of what’s to come next.
“Gimme a couple hours and I’ll show you just how much I love it.”
motel six
cw age gap, smut { overstimulation, unprotected p in v, riding, rough, drunken sex, creampie }
pair old man!logan howlett + younger!reader
sum after meeting logan at a bar, he takes you back to a motel and goes harder than you think you can handle.
a/n first post for kinktober.. some other works have been postponed for this month, but expect uploads according to my schedule xx
the smell of whiskey stung you as you entered the bar; varied customers drank for a reason, but you felt empty and just really needed a drink. a relationship with your best friend went sour after you discovered she spoke lowly of you behind your back. she was one of the first people you met since moving into town for college, so you didn't think it was even possible she could do something so.. bitchy.
coming to your senses once getting to the front of the bar, you spotted a man not far on a stool. his brows furrowed in a way that suggested frustration and his glasses, thin readers specifically, told you that that frustration came from concentration. you peered down to his hands and saw a cold, wet beer glass that was near empty. next to it was a finished glass of what you guessed to be whiskey.
with his worn tux shifting as he started to get up, you neared him. "leaving a good drink so early?" he raised a sharp brow and looked back at the cheap beer and short, foggy glass.
his brown eyes fixed back on you, "if you can call it good, yeah." you smirk and huff before ordering.
"just two whiskeys, please," your request catches the older man's ear, causing him to turn back and question it.
"you gonna handle two by yourself?" he presumed you were just now able to drink and taking advantage of your legal id. you took both drinks in your hands and didn't hesitate to start sipping on one. "don't have anyone to enjoy them with.."
the slight movement in your eyes tore his confidence down as he towered over you, but the free drink in your hand called him. he wasn't much of an alcoholic, except when he was. when he sat with you, he learned your name, why you bothered the shitty bar, etc. his job as a chauffeur helped him get by; bachelor and bachelorette parties, mostly. he's seen his fair share of craziness; you were on your third round of drinks when logan slowed down, wanting to savor the conversation and the sight of you.
before you knew it, your shoes felt uncomfortable and kicking them off in his motel room was what you needed. he shuffled off his blazer and watched as you undressed, "this what a couple of drinks does to you, hm?"
you shook your head and backed him into the leather comforter in the corner of the room. he huffed and laid back, watching as you strutted towards him in lacy black underwear, topless and exposed. he'd been in this position before, nobody he cared to know, though. you weren't different in his eyes, but he'd treat you like such for your experience. you'd end up leaving in the morning and forgetting the name you moaned over and over again.
"fuck, logan-" you yelped as he pulled you onto his lap and unbuttoned his shirt. his fingers snaked down to slide your lacy fabric over. you helped the thin clothing off of him and grinded down on his rough jeans, feeling the friction warm your pussy before he could really touch you. he was eager to rid his thick thighs of his { now wet } jeans. the air conditioning hummed and cooled the room as he heated you up; logan's cock throbbed against your clit before he slowly slid into you, not moving until your fit of moans hushed.
his thrusts began easy and when he picked up the pace, it was at your request. you rode him, holding onto his shoulders and raking your fingers slowly up to the bottom tufts of his dark hair. it took all of your energy to bounce on him, the back of your thighs smacking the top of his.
you felt his large hand reach for your lower back and he gently ran it over your ass, smacking in his favor. they made you yelp and flinch up to a position where he felt more of you. "oh, god! right there, fuck-" you cried out and sunk your nails into his skin; no need to apologize for the harsh action after hearing his grunt of pleasure. you felt a wave wash over you as you came around him and slowed until he was finished.
logan's movements quickened, blinding you from the fact that he already came inside you. he lifted you and kept your pussy around his dick as he moved to the near bed and laid you down. he didn't stop; his thrusts seemed now like an unexcused punishment.
"logan, please- i already-" you lips eluded a whine, but your arms still held him close, appreciating temporary scars you gave him. "you're fine, baby, c'mon," he groaned, "ya feel that, hm?"
the mutant grunted into your ear, his dog tags hanging and hitting your lips with each movement. "what? my baby need it rougher?" he teased, snapping his hips up aggressively.
you held his veiny arm and pushed against it, feeling your orgasm near. your stomach grew tight as you clenched around him and logan felt it. he hissed again; his stamina didn't quit, though. the feeling of another orgasm chased through your aching body.
"don't stop, pleaseeee," you dragged your words tiredly and felt yourself leak onto the bed, wet noises filling the motel room and logan's grunting lowering into soft moans as he filled you up. the tip of his nose met yours with a heavy huff.
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