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i’m low-key so mad about snow strippers becoming tiktokified..i mean i know they were popular already but i don’t want to hear Under Your Spell every two tiktok scrolls..T_T

Reclaimed Innocence

Old Man Logan x stripper fem!reader

Summary: Logan's limo gig forces him to follow a bachelor party into a seedy club where you're working the late shift. The other patrons might not notice, but it's your first day at work. Logan can tell the second your eyes meet. Warnings: MDNI. 99.9% porn, no use of y/n, age gap, reader is 21+, unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, oral (fem!receiving), innocence kink, mention of past SA + loss of virginity, limp bizkit + snow strippers lyrics I was an og ss fan pls, logan wants to save reader from creeps (he's a perv good guy). wc: 2.5k

The brash chorus of nu-metal serenaded Logan on the way to his last stop of the night. As far as gigs go, playing chauffeur was infinitely more relaxing than trying to save a world that feared him. Not that he could, anyway.

No human contact, and if you interact Your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker!

Terminal adamantium poisoning. Logan stormed out of the hospital with IV tubes trailing behind him.

Puffs of hazy smoke shrouded the backseat of his limo. The chaotic bachelor party served as yet another reminder of his dwindling mortality.

Slowing to a stop at the VIP drop-off entrance, the drunk bachelor slurred, "Let's fuckin' GO! Drinks on me, fellas!" Various hoots and yells accompanied his excitement. Sneaking a glance from the rear view mirror, Logan heard him continue, "And no phones. Don't want your bitches to catch us red-handed."

Logan sighed, eyes rolling at his crude remark. Chivalry is dead.

The bachelor plunked a wad of cash into Logan's palm before commanding, "That covers your fee for the next four hours. I'm feelin' a little generous, last night of freedom an' all. You're joining us."

The man's request annoyed Logan. All he wanted to do was down a pack of beer and crash at home. Expecting an idiotic answer, Logan asked, "Why the hell would you want an old guy like me to tag along? Didn't sign up to babysit your ass."

Smirking, the bachelor responded, "Old guys are pussy magnets. You'd be helping us all out. Besides, I'm not askin'. I know who you are."

Logan's lips parted in a moment of shock and understanding.

"Hang out, or I'll call the feds," he continued.

Shoving the blood money into his pocket, Logan grudgingly followed the men into the club.

Logan's something of a dive bar connoisseur, but this joint made his skin crawl. Men brazenly groped themselves, ogling the female servers. Furniture stained with irregular white splotches that Logan prays isn't cum.

The bachelor tugged Logan's arm, leading him to the ascending VIP lounge.

"VIP my ass," Logan muttered, observing the leering eyes of the men. They had more money, but they were just as dirty as the scum downstairs.

A hazy fog of strobe lights parted to reveal a woman languidly dancing, illuminated by a flickering spotlight.

Controlled drum beats accompanied a sensual arrangement of industrial sounds.

It's like I waited too long But all the scars you can see They're permanent and I'm not I want an innocent love The rest of time But all the scars you can see when I take my clothes off

Stealing a glass of whiskey from a server's tray, Logan slumped into the plush upholstery opposite the stage. The bachelor party was busy mentally undressing the performer. Logan followed their eyes and almost shattered the cup.

Your flushed cheeks and girly lingerie provided a harsh contrast against the grimy environment of the club. Logan felt guilty watching you hesitantly sway to the beat. Your eyes darted between the lustful eyes of the men, desperately searching for an anchor point. Anything to calm your nerves.

Settling on an older man whose eyes seemed more pitiful than ravenous, you maintained eye contact until the end of your set. Tears threatened to ruin your mascara.

Once the music transitioned to the next performer's playlist, you managed to descend from the stage and stumble into your dressing room without concerning the manager.

Logan sprung up from the bench, determined to follow the soft light emanating from your room. The bachelor party did nothing to stop him, busy with the poor girls they managed to meet in the lounge.

You seemed so shy, afraid even . . . Logan's bad habits included excessive alcohol consumption and a need to comfort wounded animals.

Although the door was slightly ajar, he still knocked out of respect for your privacy. "You decent, kid?"

A faint, "Yeah . . . come in and close the door, 'kay?" encouraged Logan to cross the threshold.

You donned an over-sized shirt to cover the frilly bikini top, but your tiny pink panties were on display. Garter, too. Logan silently chastised his cock for twitching at the visual.

You faced the vanity mirror to re-apply your makeup. The click of the door lock sent a pleasant shiver down your arms. You secretly hoped the voice belonged to the older man. A mature, guiding force was exactly what you needed.

Logan was transfixed by the slow drag of lipstick against your lips. He caught your eyes in the mirror, and you rewarded his gaze with a demure smile.

"Did you enjoy the show, Mr . . .?" you faltered, wanting to disrupt the charged silence.

"Just Logan's fine. Wouldn't say I enjoyed it, you seemed a little uneasy . . ." Trying to justify his actions he added, "Wanted to check on you."

You spun around to face the man. "I'm fine, thank you. Just not used to feeling like a piece of meat," you snarled.

Logan spotted a sofa with a similar pattern to the furniture in the lounge. Although he was certain they were cum stains, he sat down, wanting to be closer to you. It was located at an angle next to the vanity, gifting Logan an unobstructed view of your profile.

He asked, "What's a young woman like you doing in a joint like this, anyway? Didn't exactly look like you were havin' the time of your life."

You felt safe to elaborate, "One of my friends used to work here. Flaunted stacks of hundreds after every shift. I decided between poverty and happiness."

Logan's tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. That couldn't be the only reason you chose to work here. He curiously wondered, "That's it? Sure, rent is high, but not that high. This area's not exactly Beverly Hills."

Your eyes faltered from Logan's, now fixed on the space beyond his ear. Your body unconsciously folded into itself, arms bracing around your knees. "My boyfriend . . . ex, boyfriend, stole my virginity. Guess consent wasn't in his vocabulary."

The tears that threatened to spill onstage fell in steady drops.

Head in your hands, you continued, "It could've been so sweet. I'd always imagined my first time would be with someone I loved. He used my purity against me. I had no idea . . ."

Logan's heart dropped in the depths of his stomach. He gently whispered, "I'm sorry, doll. Truly."

In a breathy gasp, you explained, "He made me feel dirty . . . exposed. Figured I'd at least earn money for it.

Softly prying your hands away from your face, Logan asked, "Is this okay?" Your story enraged him. Logan was determined to gift you a sweet, consensual sexual experience if you let him.

Nodding, you forced yourself to observe Logan's rugged features. He was definitely older than you, crow's feet gently creasing as he offered a small smile.

"Want me to take care of ya? Your first time doesn't have to be with a self-absorbed prick. You have the power to reclaim it, you know?"

Now it was Logan's turn to be shy. His intentions were good, but his body was practically short-circuiting at the thought of pleasuring you. He'd do anything to help repair your fear of intimacy.

You leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a soft kiss. A ribbon of spit connected your lips.

"I'd love that, Logan. Wanna forget him . . ." you drawled, leaning to whisper in his ear, "You make me feel so safe . . . When I spotted you in the crowd, I knew you were different. Need someone older to take care of me."

With your consent, Logan felt brazen enough to undress. You watched as his strong fingers unbuttoned his dress shirt, followed by the black blazer that hid the taut muscles of his arms. A simple beater adorned his torso.

Instead of tossing them aside, Logan spread them over the sofa. "You deserve to sit somewhere clean, doll." You shifted to the sofa, palms resting on your knees.

"Okay, princess, can you spread your knees for me? Wanna taste you."

A faint blush rises on your cheeks. Noticing their tint, Logan adds, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Just say 'no' and we'll stop. No judgement."

"It's not that, it's just . . ." you paused, averting your eyes. "He never kissed me down . . . there."

Logan swore to himself that he'd find the bastard and make him rue the day he was born.

His knees hit the floor with an unceremonious thunk. "You mean . . ." Logan deftly swirled your clit over your underwear. ". . . down here?"

Peering up at your eyes, Logan watched for any signs of distress.

You bit your lip and knitted your eyebrows together, silently hoping for more.

"Ah, ah . . . need to hear you, baby," Logan cooed, prompting you to buck up into his palm.

"Oh my god, Logan. No, he never played with me. Only played with my feelings," you huffed. Pushing your panties aside and exposing your wet pussy, you continued, "I'm giving you permission to touch me however you want . . . I trust you. 'M so sensitive, it hurts."

Logan thought the adamantium poisoning somehow traveled to his brain. He must be hallucinating the sounds cascading from your mouth.

"Good girl, using your words. If you need me to stop, just tap my cheek, okay?"

Logan flattened his tongue and licked from your hole to your clit. He devoured your cunt, lost in the way your hands carded through his hair. Logan growled into your pussy when you continued bucking into his touch.

You were ready for his fingers. The wetness coating his clothes would raise concerns from the dry cleaners, but hell, he didn't give a fuck.

Curling two fingers into your cunt, Logan maintained a steady rhythm that made you feel dizzy with pleasure.

Your pussy clamped down onto his thick fingers, signaling your imminent release.

"My sweet, sweet girl," Logan moaned, directly onto your cunt. His tongue continued to play with your clit, expertly alternating between sharp flicks and gentle sucking.

Your hands lovingly traced the contours of Logan's cheeks. You came with a high-pitched mewl.

Logan lapped up your release like a starved man, presenting his harvest on the tip of his tongue before swallowing it with a smirk.

You were deeply thankful that Logan could manhandle you into the next position because your legs failed to work after the intense orgasm he gave you.

Logan picked you up by your waist and swung you on top of his lap. "I still don't want you to sit on the sofa. Too dirty for my perfect girl," he explained. Your tits spilled onto his broad chest.

Wanting to feel closer to him, you crossed your arms and lifted off your shirt. Logan's rough hands cupped your breasts like they were ripe fruits waiting to be picked.

The analogy wasn't far off from how you smelled. He breathed in the faint peach scent radiating from your hair.

Throwing your arms around his neck, you whispered into his ear, "I want you to use me . . . it's different with you. I feel vulnerable, in a good way."

Logan knew exactly what you needed.

He reached under your thighs and threw your underwear onto the vanity. Then, he pushed his jeans and boxers far enough to free his hard cock. His old age might've stunted his healing capabilities, but the act of pleasing an eager woman still made his cock swell.

You couldn't help but stare at the tool that was about to split you open. The head was flushed, adopting red and purple hues in place of the usual tanned skin. Prominent veins decorated his girth. You bit your lip at the sight of precum and Logan thought the size worried you.

"I know it's big, but you can take it, sweetheart. If it's too much, let me know and we'll stop. Okay?" He planted a quick kiss on your lips and then focused his gaze on your core.

Logan lifted your ass with one hand and grasped his cock with the other. You sunk onto his dick with a fluttering sigh.

Wrapping both arms around your waist, Logan pulled you forward until your chin rested on the expanse of his neck.

"Let me do all the work, princess. Relax for me . . ." he insisted.

You angled your hips, providing ample space between your pussy and the base of Logan's cock.

Logan groaned as his hips bucked into your heat.

He whispered sweet everythings into your ear while he fucked you frantically.

"Jesus, oh, fuck . . . Baby, I've never had pussy like yours before. She was made for me . . . so fuckin' tight."

Your needy whine echoed throughout the room and Logan prayed to God that the ignorant bachelor party heard you. Heard him worshiping your young cunt.

Logan's hips were rising higher and higher, bullying his cock into you with firmer thrusts.

"How 'bout I take care of you forever? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked, genuine in his proposal.

It was difficult to answer in a cohesive manner when your cunt was being stretched to the muscle memory of the older man's cock.

"I -ugh . . . I'd love that. Need someone to guide me," you choke out, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

"Guys my age are fucking assho -" a twitch of Logan's cock made you hitch your breath.

"Assholes," you both finish.

Logan could tell you were close. You started chanting his name like an ancient hymn

"Logan, ah, logan . . . fuuuuck. Logan!" You exclaimed, pulsing around his cock.

The lewd sound of your wet pussy meeting his cock accompanied the haze of your second orgasm.

Logan wasn't far behind. Spurred on by your heavenly moans, he rapidly thrust into your cunt until he felt himself shudder, shooting erratic loads of cum into you.

A few minutes passed, and his cock was still spurting ropes of his release into your clenching embrace.

He moved to pull out, but you lowered yourself back onto his softening cock.

"I wanna stay connected with you. Want to be connected, in every way possible." Your eyes pulled back from the junction of his neck, anxiously awaiting his response.

Most boys would avoid being intimate with someone as inexperienced as you, but Logan was no boy. He'd lived for two centuries and served in all the great wars. He knew how important it was to keep precious gems like you close.

"I do, too, baby. I've got you 'til the end."

You both drifted to sleep, the shared warmth confirming your mutual promise.

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