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would’ve, could’ve, should’ve | logan howlett

summary. a friends-with-benefits arrangement where you realize you’ve fallen for logan, the only rule you both swore to follow. though he hesitantly agrees to end things, his silence hides a truth that he’s fallen for you too. pairings. fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w no plot warnings. did not proofread this, car sex, unprotected sex, reader asking logan to be rough, angst, lmk if i miss something

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"fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. he bent down, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. his free hand roamed lower, sliding beneath your skirt, and found the wetness between your thighs. you were already soaked, ready for him.

"lo please," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "i need you now."

he didn't need to be told twice. logan positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep within you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. his hips moved in a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. the car rocked with the force of his pounding, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the confined space.

you matched his intensity, meeting his thrusts with your own, your hands gripping the headrest as you pushed back against him. the pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but you craved more. you wanted to be taken to the edge and beyond.

"harder lo," you panted, your words punctuated by his relentless assault on your body. "fuck me harder, i want to feel you everywhere."

he obliged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment. logan slammed into you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to see the raw emotion on your face. the car's interior was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies joining.

as he pounded into you, logan leaned forward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and you tasted the sweetness of desire. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one.

the pressure built within you, a coiled spring ready to snap. logan's fingers found your clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he continued to thrust. "come for me, baby," he grunted against your mouth. "let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

his words were like a match to dry kindling. your orgasm exploded through your body, rippling waves of pleasure that left you breathless. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft, taking in every last drop.

logan's own release was imminent. he gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold off his climax. but with one final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, filling you with his hot seed. his cock twitched inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of his essence.

the air in the car is thick, still heavy with the scent of him, the heat of what just happened lingering between you both. logan's hand stroked your hair, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments ago. your clothes are a mess, hastily pulled back into place, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. instead, you keep your gaze fixed out the window, biting your bottom lip as the words you need to say twist painfully in your chest.

“we can’t do this anymore,” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

logan is silent for a moment, his breathing still uneven. “what are you talking about?” he asks, though you can hear the tension in his voice. he knows.

you inhale sharply, your hands trembling as they fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i caught feelings, logan. and that, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

his jaw tightens. you can see it out of the corner of your eye, the way his fingers flex against his knee, like he’s trying to steady himself. “you’re serious?” he asks, though his tone carries no surprise, just a quiet kind of resignation.

you nod, finally daring to glance at him. his dark eyes meet yours, and for a split second, you think you see something there, something raw, something vulnerable, but it’s gone before you can grasp it.

“this was never supposed to be more than what it was,” you continue, your voice trembling now. “and i can’t—i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt me. especially when you’re with her.” the last word feels like a knife in your throat.

he leans back against the seat, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. “jean and i…it’s complicated,” he mutters, but the words feel hollow.

“it doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “she’s your girlfriend logan, and i’m not. i’m not this kind of person. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t.”

his lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you think he’s going to argue, but instead, he nods slowly. “if that’s what you want,” he says quietly, though his voice betrays the slightest crack.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you look down at your hands, clenching them in your lap as tears blur your vision. “it’s not what i want,” you admit, your voice barely audible. “but it’s what i need.”

logan’s breath hitches, and for the first time, he turns his head away, his shoulders tense. “okay,” he says after a long silence, his voice heavy with something you can’t quite name.

he’s agreeing, but it doesn’t feel like he wants to. and deep down, you wonder if he’s just as broken by this as you are.

but you force yourself to open the door and step out, the cold night air biting at your skin. you can’t look back, even as you hear him let out a shaky breath, one that sounds suspiciously like he’s trying not to fall apart.

you tell yourself this is the right thing to do. even as your chest aches. even as your heart screams otherwise.

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GOING CRAZY PT 2

‘pretty when you cry’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‘old’ logan howlett x crybaby f! reader

‘don’t say you need me if, you live last, you're leaving —

i can't do it, but you do it best

‘cause i’m pretty when i cry’ — pretty when you cry - lana del rey

summary ;

basically just old man logan & his lil crybaby girl<3

content warnings ;

light ddlg if you squint, piv, size difference, age play/younger & smaller reader implied, corruption kink, oral sex (f receiving), slight overstimulation

old man logan, who both loves and hates having his sweet girl crumble in his arms.

by now, he feels like the only thing he’s good for is ruining. killing. tainting. that’s what he did with you, tainted your damn innocence. and now he hates how big he is compared to you, hates how he always feels like he has to hold back in fear of hurting you, hates how he tries to be gentle with you because you always end up crying in his arms no matter what.

he could be between your spread thighs, scruff brushing against your inner thighs as his tongue works against your heated core, sucking onto your clit whilst you completely crumble — thighs squeezing and trembling around his head, sniffles, whimpers and broken moans leaving your parted lips, tears starting to drip down your cheeks as you pant, the sight making logan pull away as he looks up at you from his glasses, that by now had slipped to the bridge of his nose that you always so badly wanted to kiss.

“baby, baby— hey, look at me darlin’..” he would croon, your sweet taste still clinging onto his tongue as he shifted up to grab your face, watching your pretty glazed eyes full of tears for him: looking up at him. “l-lo..” you would sniffle, voice no more than a broken whimper and it tugged at his heart.

“did i do something wrong? was it too much?” his gruff voice, laced with worry — asked. and god, yes, it was too much: but in the best way possible. you just didn’t know how to explain that you couldn’t help the tears that would take over you when something felt too good.

“n-nothing wrong, lo— just.. just a lot..” you would huff, stomach fluttering as logan would sigh at your words: bringing up a rough thumb to swipe your salty tears away: the other gently tugging your panties back up. “damn it, darlin’. givin’ me a damn heart attack everytime you sob like that, makes me feel like i hurt ya.”

“c’mon. let’s just lay together for a while. probably be better for ya, sweet thing.”

old man logan, who, after a while, would begin to understand that his girl just couldn’t help her pretty tears and sobs. it was a part of her that only he got to see after all, and that’s what made it special.

he began to love having that power over you. loved having the ability to be fucking into you, pretty legs wrapped around his hips perfectly, nails scratching along his shoulders and back where you could reach, your desperate moans mingled with choked sobs ricocheting off the apartment walls — your nails leaving cat like scratches that started to heal in a short while as they weren’t deep wounds — but they still made him groan. one of his hands, the one not on your waist to keep a steady grip on you, moving up to grab your small wrist to stop you; his hand wrapping around it no problem. “easy, baby. i’m tryna be gentle here, but you’re really pushin’ it.” he would grunt, bringing your wrist down up next to your head, easily using that for leverage to keep on his slow and deep pace into you.

“gosh, darlin’, don’t go cryin’ for me right now..” he would groan, watching as you sobbed even more, trying to slow his pace more than it already was to scoop you up into his arms, keeping your smaller body cradled in them as he soothed your sobs with gentle ‘shh’s’ — hips still fucking into yours at a steady pace, just enough to have you trembling under him and for your cries to choke up in your throat with pretty moans, a familiar heat starting to build up in your lower tummy as it made your walls flutter around his thick cock. “uh— mmph, gonna.. gonna cum, lo—“ you would whimper, small hands squirming under his bigger ones, his grip only getting tighter on your soft wrists.

“that right? my baby’s gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over my cock like the sweet girl she is?” logan would grunt, using the best of his force to fuck into you just enough to find your little gummy spot, the one that sent shivers through your small body and made you let out a sob that broke off into a moan as you felt your orgasm quickly take over — hips trembling under his, sweet pussy squeezing around his cock as much as it could as your juices leaked onto him.

“fuck, doll.” he would huff, glancing down and pulling out just enough to see your pretty pussy — flushed and dripping for him, your sniffled cries filling the room once more as you tried to recover.

“gonna be a good girl and finish me off now too?”

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IM GOING CRAZY

light size kink & age play w logan because i’m feeling absolutely depraved today</3

like, jesus FUCK this gif. oh my lord, i need him to throw me onto his bed and ravage me right now please !!!

content warnings ;

age play, size kink/difference, reader’s described as very small, innocence kink, light sub/dom themes, mentions of piv, creampies, tummy/dick bulge (i couldn’t help myself)

author’s note ;

also in the process of making an old man logan drabble !! hopefully i’ll try to post it later tonight, but if not it’ll definitely be out before monday — bare with me y’all…

oh, logan is an absolute sucker for size and age differences.

logan, who by now was used to sleeping with people of course younger than him — he knew how big he was compared to them, and knew he was pretty big just in general and everywhere.

but you, oh baby. you could barely take his dick without having a bulge at least somewhere in your little body, right from where the thick head of it sat, stretching whichever hole he was fucking, making it his.

something about the way you were also just so needy for his attention. you needed him for everything, even for things as simple as tying your shoes or fixing your outfit. logan would never forget the moment you came out of the shared bathroom in your guys’ room, wearing a small little baby pink dress that barely reached the smooth, soft skin of your little mid-thighs, as you held up a pair of white stockings for him to put on for you.

he knew you enjoyed it far too much. enjoyed the way he would sigh, patting his lap invitingly for you to come over.

“pretty dress for a pretty princess, hm?” he would hum gruffly, but the tone of appreciation and approval still stuck out as he started stretching the stockings out a little with his big hands. big rough hands you wanted all over your body, squeezing and kneading at your supple flesh. your heart would flutter at the words, making you nod and bite your lip, a sentence you tried to keep inside ending up out anyway. “bought it for you..” you would mumble softly, voice slightly ashamed, feeling as his hands started to stretch the stocking over your pretty legs.

and oh, he loved your legs so much. he loved the feel of that smooth, soft skin underneath his roughed up hands when he would run them over your skin, or even when he would press little kisses to your ankle when he would do up your heels, scruff rubbing against your sensitive flesh. it felt so wrong but so right. so taboo to have such a bigger, older man like logan — a man who had been around for centuries longer than you had, who knew exactly what to do to please a woman, you being no different.

and he loved your body head to toe. in his eyes, you were the most gorgeous girl ever. his gorgeous girl, and he would do anything to make sure you knew that.

“yeah? bought it for me, that right, baby?” he asked, a low chuckle coming from his throat at your words, a sound that made your stomach flutter with warmth — and logan seemed to know, as his free hand ran up and over your little stomach: his big palm splaying across it and covering more than half of you there. where he had filled you up with his cum merely a few hours ago. your stomach, that everytime he pounded into you, felt like he was carving a spot just for his dick — your tight heat struggling to even take all of him at times, but it was always worth it to feel that warm heat pour into your sweet pussy, filling you up to every brim. it was enough to make you weak, but after all — you were always weak for logan.

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would’ve could’ve should’ve 2 | logan howlett

summary. a friends-with-benefits arrangement where you realize you’ve fallen for logan, the only rule you both swore to follow. though he hesitantly agrees to end things, his silence hides a truth that he’s fallen for you too. pairings. fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w plot warnings. did not proofread this, cheating, unprotected sex, manhandling, oral & fingering (f receiving), nipple play, jealous!logan, angst, lmk if i miss something

a/n. so sorry this took long i keep on deleting bc it sucks, pls show this some love by reblogging !

you tried to avoid logan, shutting him out of your thoughts and focusing on moving forward. it wasn’t easy, not when every memory of him clung to you like a shadow. the connection you shared was unlike anything you’d ever felt, and no matter how hard you tried, the way he made you feel lingered in every quiet moment. but you told yourself it was for the best. he was with someone else, and you couldn’t be the one to cross that line again.

days turned into weeks, and you convinced yourself you were making progress. you threw yourself into work, picked up new hobbies, and even said yes to a date with scott, a charming, persistent friend of yours who’d been vying for your attention. it was a distraction, a chance to prove to yourself that you could move on.

but logan was never far.

he’d heard about your date, jean mentioned it in passing and something inside him snapped. the thought of you with someone else was unbearable, a sharp pain he couldn’t ignore. he’d ended things, yes, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that you were his. and the idea of scott touching you, holding you, drove him to the brink.

you were in the middle of getting ready, slipping into a little black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, when a sharp knock echoed through your apartment. you assumed it was scott, arriving early, but when you opened the door, it was logan.

he stood there, his jaw tight, eyes dark and unreadable. “logan,” you breathed, your heart thudding in your chest.

“what are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, laced with tension.

“i could ask you the same thing,” you shot back, gripping the doorframe.

his eyes flicked to your dress, his expression hardening. “you’re really going out with him?”

you didn’t answer, but your silence was enough. logan’s jaw clenched, and before you could react, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet finality.

“what are you doing?” you repeated, taking a step back as he advanced toward you.

“you can’t just move on like this,” he said, his voice rough, almost breaking. “like i never mattered.”

your breath hitched. “logan, you’re with jean. we ended this—”

“i don’t care about jean,” he cut you off, his tone raw, his eyes blazing. “i care about you.”

the words hit you like a tidal wave, stealing the air from your lungs. he was inches away now, his presence overwhelming. you tried to hold your ground, but every part of you trembled under his gaze.

“logan, this isn’t fair,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “we can’t do this anymore.”

“then tell me you don’t feel anything for me,” he challenged, his voice softer now but no less intense. “look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me.”

your lips parted, but no words came out. you couldn’t. not when every part of you still ached for him.

logan’s hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “that’s what i thought,” he murmured, his voice heavy with emotion.

before you could think, his lips were on yours. desperate, demanding, and full of everything you’d both been holding back. it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a confession, a plea, a promise.

your hands pressed against his chest, intending to push him away, but instead, your fingers curled into his shirt, holding him closer. his arms wrapped around you, pulling you against him like he never wanted to let go.

“logan,” you gasped when he finally pulled away, his forehead resting against yours.

“tell me you don’t want this,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “tell me, and i’ll walk away.”

but you couldn’t. not when his touch still burned on your skin, not when his words echoed everything you’d been too scared to admit. and as his lips found yours again, all the barriers you’d built crumbled in his arms.

logan's hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress, squeezing and kneading them. he pinched your hardened nipples, making you moan into his mouth. his touch was rough, almost brutal, but it sent waves of pleasure through your body.

with swift movements, logan tore your dress, exposing your naked breasts. he bent down, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently, causing you to arch off the bed. his hands traveled down your body, tracing patterns on your skin, making you squirm with anticipation.

"you like that, don't you?" he murmured, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. "you love it when i take control."

you couldn't deny it. logan knew exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you surrender to his will. as he continued his assault on your senses, you felt your resistance crumbling.

logan's hands found their way to the waistband of your panties, and with a swift motion, he ripped them off, leaving you completely exposed. he admired your naked body, his eyes taking in every inch of your glistening pussy.

"i've missed this," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "i’ve missed this so much you don’t understand."

without warning, logan lowered his head between your thighs, spreading your legs wide. his tongue flicked across your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. he licked and teased, driving you wild with need. his fingers joined in, sliding into your wetness, stretching and filling you as he ate you out with abandon.

"oh lo," you moaned, your hands gripping the sheets as you surrendered to the pleasure. "i can't— i can't take it."

logan's mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving you closer and closer to the edge. he sucked on your clit, his tongue flicking relentlessly, while his fingers pumped in and out, hitting all the right spots. your body trembled, your orgasm building to an intense peak.

"cum for me bub," logan growled, his voice hoarse with desire. "let me feel you come on my tongue."

his words were like a trigger, and you exploded in a wave of ecstasy. your body shook as you climaxed, your juices flowing freely, coating logan's face and hands. he didn't stop, continuing to lap at your sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

as your orgasm subsided, logan rose above you, his eyes blazing with satisfaction. he positioned himself at your entrance, his thick cock pressing against your wetness.

"i need to be inside you," he grunted, his voice strained. "i need to claim you, remind you who you belong to."

with one powerful thrust, logan impaled you, filling you completely. you gasped as he stretched you, his length hitting places deep within you that no one else had. he began to move, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm, driving into you with primal urgency.

"yes lo!" you cried out, your body rising to meet his every thrust. "i am all yours!"

loan's hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he pounded into you. his cock felt like a steel rod, pounding into your core, hitting your sweet spot over and over. your pleasure built again, spiraling towards another climax.

"i'm close," you panted, your nails digging into his shoulders. "im so close lo!"

logan's breathing became ragged as he neared his own release. he slammed into you harder, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"i'm gonna cum bub," he grunted, his eyes wild with passion. "i'm gonna fill you up, mark you as mine."

you felt his cock twitch inside you, and then he exploded, filling you with his hot seed. your walls clenched around him, taking every last drop as your own orgasm crashed over you. you cried out, your bodies locked together in a tangle of sweat and pleasure.

as your breathing slowed, logan collapsed onto the bed beside you, his chest heaving. you turned to look at him, your eyes meeting his intense gaze.

"i can't stay away from you," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "i know i shouldn't, but i can't let you go."

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God…the size difference…I just know his dick is as thick as a statue I JUST KNOW ITTTTT

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if I found him like this I'd get a little nasty 😛

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ARGH thank uuuu

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve | logan howlett

summary. a friends-with-benefits arrangement where you realize you’ve fallen for logan, the only rule you both swore to follow. though he hesitantly agrees to end things, his silence hides a truth that he’s fallen for you too. pairings. fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w no plot warnings. did not proofread this, car sex, unprotected sex, reader asking logan to be rough, angst, lmk if i miss something

a/n. hope you like this one <3 pls show some love by reblogging !

"fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. he bent down, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. his free hand roamed lower, sliding beneath your skirt, and found the wetness between your thighs. you were already soaked, ready for him.

"lo please," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "i need you now."

he didn't need to be told twice. logan positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep within you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. his hips moved in a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. the car rocked with the force of his pounding, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the confined space.

you matched his intensity, meeting his thrusts with your own, your hands gripping the headrest as you pushed back against him. the pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but you craved more. you wanted to be taken to the edge and beyond.

"harder lo," you panted, your words punctuated by his relentless assault on your body. "fuck me harder, i want to feel you everywhere."

he obliged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment. logan slammed into you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to see the raw emotion on your face. the car's interior was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies joining.

as he pounded into you, logan leaned forward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and you tasted the sweetness of desire. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one.

the pressure built within you, a coiled spring ready to snap. logan's fingers found your clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he continued to thrust. "come for me, baby," he grunted against your mouth. "let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

his words were like a match to dry kindling. your orgasm exploded through your body, rippling waves of pleasure that left you breathless. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft, taking in every last drop.

logan's own release was imminent. he gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold off his climax. but with one final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, filling you with his hot seed. his cock twitched inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of his essence.

the air in the car is thick, still heavy with the scent of him, the heat of what just happened lingering between you both. logan's hand stroked your hair, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments ago. your clothes are a mess, hastily pulled back into place, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. instead, you keep your gaze fixed out the window, biting your bottom lip as the words you need to say twist painfully in your chest.

“we can’t do this anymore,” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

logan is silent for a moment, his breathing still uneven. “what are you talking about?” he asks, though you can hear the tension in his voice. he knows.

you inhale sharply, your hands trembling as they fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i caught feelings, logan. and that, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

his jaw tightens. you can see it out of the corner of your eye, the way his fingers flex against his knee, like he’s trying to steady himself. “you’re serious?” he asks, though his tone carries no surprise, just a quiet kind of resignation.

you nod, finally daring to glance at him. his dark eyes meet yours, and for a split second, you think you see something there, something raw, something vulnerable, but it’s gone before you can grasp it.

“this was never supposed to be more than what it was,” you continue, your voice trembling now. “and i can’t—i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt me. especially when you’re with her.” the last word feels like a knife in your throat.

he leans back against the seat, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. “jean and i…it’s complicated,” he mutters, but the words feel hollow.

“it doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “she’s your girlfriend logan, and i’m not. i’m not this kind of person. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t.”

his lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you think he’s going to argue, but instead, he nods slowly. “if that’s what you want,” he says quietly, though his voice betrays the slightest crack.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you look down at your hands, clenching them in your lap as tears blur your vision. “it’s not what i want,” you admit, your voice barely audible. “but it’s what i need.”

logan’s breath hitches, and for the first time, he turns his head away, his shoulders tense. “okay,” he says after a long silence, his voice heavy with something you can’t quite name.

he’s agreeing, but it doesn’t feel like he wants to. and deep down, you wonder if he’s just as broken by this as you are.

but you force yourself to open the door and step out, the cold night air biting at your skin. you can’t look back, even as you hear him let out a shaky breath, one that sounds suspiciously like he’s trying not to fall apart.

you tell yourself this is the right thing to do. even as your chest aches. even as your heart screams otherwise.

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would’ve, could’ve, should’ve | logan howlett

summary. a friends-with-benefits arrangement where you realize you’ve fallen for logan, the only rule you both swore to follow. though he hesitantly agrees to end things, his silence hides a truth that he’s fallen for you too. pairings. fwb!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w no plot warnings. did not proofread this, car sex, unprotected sex, reader asking logan to be rough, angst, lmk if i miss something

a/n. hope you like this one <3 pls show some love by reblogging !

"fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled, his voice hoarse with need. he bent down, taking a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling gently at first, then with increasing urgency. his free hand roamed lower, sliding beneath your skirt, and found the wetness between your thighs. you were already soaked, ready for him.

"lo please," you begged, your voice thick with desire. "i need you now."

he didn't need to be told twice. logan positioned himself between your thighs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. with one swift thrust, he buried himself deep within you, eliciting a gasp from your lips. his hips moved in a relentless rhythm, each stroke hitting that sweet spot deep inside you. the car rocked with the force of his pounding, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the confined space.

you matched his intensity, meeting his thrusts with your own, your hands gripping the headrest as you pushed back against him. the pleasure was intense, bordering on pain, but you craved more. you wanted to be taken to the edge and beyond.

"harder lo," you panted, your words punctuated by his relentless assault on your body. "fuck me harder, i want to feel you everywhere."

he obliged, his hands gripping your hips tightly, leaving marks that would remind you of this moment. logan slammed into you, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he wanted to see the raw emotion on your face. the car's interior was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet, slick sounds of your bodies joining.

as he pounded into you, logan leaned forward, his mouth capturing yours in a hungry kiss. his tongue invaded your mouth, mimicking the rhythm of his hips, and you tasted the sweetness of desire. your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could merge your bodies into one.

the pressure built within you, a coiled spring ready to snap. logan's fingers found your clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he continued to thrust. "come for me, baby," he grunted against your mouth. "let me feel your pussy clench around my cock."

his words were like a match to dry kindling. your orgasm exploded through your body, rippling waves of pleasure that left you breathless. you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders, as your pussy clenched tightly around his throbbing shaft, taking in every last drop.

logan's own release was imminent. he gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought to hold off his climax. but with one final, powerful thrust, he surrendered to the pleasure, filling you with his hot seed. his cock twitched inside you, releasing pulse after pulse of his essence.

the air in the car is thick, still heavy with the scent of him, the heat of what just happened lingering between you both. logan's hand stroked your hair, his touch gentle now, a stark contrast to the roughness of moments ago. your clothes are a mess, hastily pulled back into place, and you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. instead, you keep your gaze fixed out the window, biting your bottom lip as the words you need to say twist painfully in your chest.

“we can’t do this anymore,” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

logan is silent for a moment, his breathing still uneven. “what are you talking about?” he asks, though you can hear the tension in his voice. he knows.

you inhale sharply, your hands trembling as they fidget with the hem of your shirt. “i caught feelings, logan. and that, that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

his jaw tightens. you can see it out of the corner of your eye, the way his fingers flex against his knee, like he’s trying to steady himself. “you’re serious?” he asks, though his tone carries no surprise, just a quiet kind of resignation.

you nod, finally daring to glance at him. his dark eyes meet yours, and for a split second, you think you see something there, something raw, something vulnerable, but it’s gone before you can grasp it.

“this was never supposed to be more than what it was,” you continue, your voice trembling now. “and i can’t—i can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt me. especially when you’re with her.” the last word feels like a knife in your throat.

he leans back against the seat, running a hand through his hair, his expression unreadable. “jean and i…it’s complicated,” he mutters, but the words feel hollow.

“it doesn’t matter,” you cut him off, shaking your head. “she’s your girlfriend logan, and i’m not. i’m not this kind of person. i thought i could handle it, but i can’t.”

his lips press into a thin line, and for a moment, you think he’s going to argue, but instead, he nods slowly. “if that’s what you want,” he says quietly, though his voice betrays the slightest crack.

you don’t answer right away. instead, you look down at your hands, clenching them in your lap as tears blur your vision. “it’s not what i want,” you admit, your voice barely audible. “but it’s what i need.”

logan’s breath hitches, and for the first time, he turns his head away, his shoulders tense. “okay,” he says after a long silence, his voice heavy with something you can’t quite name.

he’s agreeing, but it doesn’t feel like he wants to. and deep down, you wonder if he’s just as broken by this as you are.

but you force yourself to open the door and step out, the cold night air biting at your skin. you can’t look back, even as you hear him let out a shaky breath, one that sounds suspiciously like he’s trying not to fall apart.

you tell yourself this is the right thing to do. even as your chest aches. even as your heart screams otherwise.

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masterlist - pt 2

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Mean dom! Logan who is never satisfied, no matter how puffy and swollen your poor clit is, tears staining your cheeks begging him to stop. It’s always “One more, just one more darling, and then I’ll stop.” but that one turns to three and then three to ten until you’re thrashing in his arms like a woman possessed, unable to breathe under the heavy weight of overstimulation.

Completely non-verbal, reduced to babbling like a needy whore, every attempt to crawl away from him met with a swift slap to your ass and his cock pressed deeper into your cunt—his voice barely audible between the ringing in your ears and the slap of his hips driving into you. Your nails dig into his arms, hard enough to leave his skin raw before it closes up, and all it does is make him force you deeper into submission. Face down, ass up, just the way he likes it. "Just one more darling," he drawls, a lie born of greed and lust, a lie that has your sloppy pussy leaking onto the sheets. "Just one more."

Inspiration below:

So, what if Logan was the opposite of those guys that you'd rather fake an orgasm just to get it over with? What if instead the roles were reversed, and you'd have to fucking beg him to let you leave the bed—assuming you could still form words, of course. Mean Dom! Logan who's heard too many stories of girls having to fake it, so he decides to cut out the middleman and make sure you'd never even think to accuse him of leaving you unsatisfied. If he makes you stain the sheets, then surely you've come, right? Maybe he'll do it a couple more times just to be sure.

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Practice [L.H]

pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

summary: Your roommate Logan lets you practise giving a blowjob on him for your date with another guy.

warnings: smut, 18+, oral sex (f&m receiving, reader’s first time), Logan is a liittle mean but just a little and he gets softer towards the end, spitting,  jerking off, Logan keeps his socks on I think it’s hot okay 😭😭, Logan calls reader bub, baby, good girl, pretty girl; Wade is mentioned but I’m imagining a younger Logan than in DP&W

word count: 3.2k (this was supposed to be a drabble lol idk what happened)

“Who’s the lucky guy?” Logan asks from the sofa as you walk past him in your pretty date outfit. You’ve got some time left before your date but you decided to get ready early in a bout of nervousness.

“This guy I’ve been seeing,” you tell him, trying to seem nonchalant. You haven’t yet mentioned to Logan that you’ve been on a few dates. He spends a lot of time in his room, away from you and Wade, and he just never happened to be there to hear about your dates.

Logan mutes the tv. “What guy?”

“Met him online.”

“And he’s so good to you that you get this pretty for him?”

You smile at his indirect compliment and sit down next to him.

“Yeah, he’s nice. I… I think we might go a step further today,” you feel your cheeks heating up, “I’m kind of nervous.”

You see his jaw clench slightly, “If he’s a good guy he shouldn’t make you nervous.”

“I’m not nervous because of him, it’s just that it would be my first time. And I don’t want to be bad.”

He chuckles and leans back, “You won’t be bad. Just make him go on top.”

Logan isn’t taking your hint, so you take a deep breath to gather your courage. “What if he wants me to go down on him and I don’t know how to do it? Will you…” your voice falters as his eyes meet yours.

“Will you help me?” you stutter and Logan immediately begins to smirk. Embarrassment spreads through your body.

“Help you how?” He asks, smug.

It’s too late to go back now. “Well, I don’t know. Like, explain how it works or.. you could show me?” you shrug.

“You probably know better than me how to find porn online.”

“No, I mean show me on you.” That’s all the courage you can muster for the day and you wonder if you will even have the strength to look back into Logan’s eyes. He solves that problem for you, putting a finger under your chin and pushing it up so you’re looking at him.

“You wanna suck my cock?” He sounds annoyed and you immediately want to die.

“It wouldn’t have to mean anything,” you look at his cheeks, his nose, anywhere but his eyes, “I just wanna know if I’m doing it right. It’s okay if you can’t cum, I just want to practise.”

Logan scans your face for a sign of discomfort – other than your embarrassment – but he doesn’t find any. His features soften, “You really wanna go down on me, bub?”

You nod quickly, “For practice.”

“Mhm, for practice.” He’s mocking you, but all you can do is ignore it.

A thrill shoots through your body at his next words: “C’mere then.” He spreads his legs, clothed in jeans that strain around the thickness of his delicious thighs. You can see the outline of his abs through his tank top. You can’t believe this is happening – you’ve had a crush on him since you saw him for the first time.

Logan beckons you between his legs and you move to sit on the carpet, its fluffiness stopping your bare knees from hurting. Your short skirt rides up your ass and you pull it down self-consciously despite what you’re about to do.

“You sure about this, bub?” Logan asks again from above you. You gulp when you look up at him. How does he look even better from below?

“Yeah,” you assure him, your panties already growing wet. You sit down and try to patiently wait for instruction but you end up squirming. When you look back up at Logan he’s got one of his eyebrows raised.

“You don’t know how to open a belt either?”

“Well, yeah but don’t we have to–” your mouth starts to water when the rough clink of his belt interrupts you. He’s all but ripping open his belt; he unbuttons his jeans and takes out his hard cock. You almost get goosebumps.

“Oh,” you say.

“If a guy likes you, he doesn’t need any time to get ready. Foreplay is just to get the woman nice and wet,” Logan tells you, although you’re barely listening. All you know is that you wouldn’t need the foreplay either, you’re uncomfortably wet, trying to get friction against your legs that are folded underneath you.

Logan watches you stare at his erection, “Take your top off. I like seeing your pretty face but that’ll make it an even nicer view.”

“But I’m not wearing anything underneath,” you thumb at the thin straps of your top.

He smirks, “even better.” He reaches down to pull the top up by your waist but then hesitates.

You nod but Logan rolls his eyes. “Use your words.”

“You can take it off,” you say but you nevertheless put your arms in front of your tits when he pulls your top over your head. 

Logan chuckles, “Baby, I’ve been dying to see your tits since I first met you. You really think you gotta hide?” The nickname makes you melt and your arms immediately drop to your sides. 

You sit up straighter as Logan lets out a low moan, “God, look at you. So fucking perfect.” He reaches out to grope your tits almost clumsily. His cock bobs in front of you as he leans down to touch you and you feel yourself getting addicted to him already. You just want to start.

With a last rough squeeze of your tit, Logan leans back. “Wet your lips,” he instructs. You lick your lips.

“Wetter,” he says, and your eyebrows crease in confusion as you lick your lips again.

Logan huffs, spits into his hand, and smears his spit over your mouth, “There. Don’t you look fucking pretty like this.” You just about purr against his hand and then push against it with your cheek.

You place your hands on either of his knees and lean in to kiss the tip of his cock, all swollen and ready. You immediately feel the urge to go further but your shyness takes over, so you keep pressing wet kisses to his length.

“God,” Logan groans, leaning his head back in pleasure as you keep kissing, and you start to use some more spit.

“Look at you, don’t even need me to tell you what to do,” he pulls his arms behind his head smugly, like an asshole, and you smile, getting shy again. You kiss along the underside of his cock some more, getting more desperate with every second.

“What now?” You ask. 

Logan softly smiles at you for a second, pulling his jeans and boxers further down his thighs. You pull them off completely as he pulls off his top. He’s naked in front of you now, except for his socks, and you take a second to appreciate all the broadness and his muscles. The hair from his chest all the way over his abs and down to his cock is begging for you to kiss every inch of it but you force yourself to focus.

Logan takes his cock in his hand to lift it out of the way, and slowly starts to jerk off. His eyes go to you and then to his balls, and you get what he wants you to do. Still, he gives you one word: “Lick.”

You move forward, inhaling all his manly smell, instinctively going to press another wet kiss to his cock. You let spit pool in your mouth and begin to lick all over his balls, feeling the heaviness of them on your tongue.

“Take as much as you can, baby,” he rasps, continuing to jerk off. You almost slap his hand away – you want to be the one making him feel good – but you stop yourself.

You do as he tells you, opening your mouth to cover as much of him as you can, the warmth of his balls against your tongue making you drool.

“Yeah, baby, juuust like that. That’s a good girl,” he breathes heavily.

Your pussy clenches around nothing at his words, and you have to take a deep breath to focus on anything but the wet ache between your thighs.

His balls move against your tongue from his jerking off, and you gently suck on the skin, moving around a few inches every few seconds. But the movement from his hand on his cock is becoming distracting and, without thinking, you instinctively push his hand away. 

He stills and then smiles, lifting his hand away. He lightly leans his elbows on the back of the sofa to the sides of him. 

“You can start sucking my cock now if you’re ready, baby. Been doing such a good job.”

“I don’t know if I can take all of it,” you pout. Even just imagining his dick down your throat feels too much, though not in a bad way. He’s just so fucking big. 

“Just take as much as you can. I bet you can take more of me than you think.”

His words motivate you. You go up slightly on your knees, carefully wrapping your hand around his cock. You spit on it, letting it slowly slide down the sides as you begin to spread it with your hand. 

Logan huffs out a laugh from above you, “So adorable. You don’t need to be so careful. Here, do it like this.” He wraps his much bigger hand around yours and he starts to jerk off with your hand, showing you how rough you can be as he starts to fuck your fist. 

You clear your throat, “Can I use my mouth now?”

He bites his lip, “Ready when you are, baby. Just breathe through your nose and relax.” Oh, you’re relaxed. Being between Logan’s meaty thighs is the best you’ve felt in your life. 

You press another kiss to the tip of his cock and part your lips to take him in your mouth. The first second you feel the heaviness of his cock on your tongue is like heaven. Logan lets out a low moan and you look up to find his eyes already on your face. He looks like a god from below, his muscles starting to glisten with a thin layer of sweat.

Opening your mouth wider, you take more of him. You start to jerk him off where your mouth can’t reach but you do your best to go as deep as you can, moving up and down with your wet mouth.

The feeling of Logan’s cock in your mouth is addicting, and the quiet sounds he is making even more so. 

“Doin’ so good for me, baby,” he whispers, voice weak. You look up into his eyes as you suck his dick, spit starting to run down your hand, and a smirk spreads on Logan’s face.

“Such a pretty girl,” he leans his head back.

Your jaw is starting to strain because he’s so big but you never want to stop doing this. You swallow down the taste of his precum and can’t wait to actually make him come. He’s starting to pulse in your mouth, abs contracting with every time your tongue moves.

You’re wondering how much long–

“Y’gonna make me come, baby. Gonna come so hard,” Logan moans, and you figure he’s warning you but you want nothing more than his cum in your mouth.

You put in all the effort you can, sucking Logan’s cock further down your throat, cheeks hollowing. You start to feel him at the back of your throat, spit spilling from your lips.

Logan groans, and then he’s filling up your mouth, pumping his cum down your throat as you eagerly swallow. You look up at him through your lashes, taking in his face, his eyes shut and mouth hanging open in pleasure as a long, almost pathetic, groan comes out.

He’s coming longer than you’d expect, coming in your mouth in sticky ropes, a hand guiding the back of your head. You still pout when he’s finally drained and he slowly pulls his hips back.

Logan sighs a last breath of pleasure and holds his hand in front of your mouth. “What?” you ask.

“Spit.”

“Uh, I swallowed,” you say.

“Really?”

You stick out your tongue for Logan to see your empty mouth.

He smirks. “God,” he huffs, “so fucking perfect. C’mere.” He pulls you up to the sofa and sits you on his lap, your bare chest against his. Logan pushes his mouth against yours, kissing you like he’s filled with a new desire, as if you didn’t just make him come.

You don’t get to kiss him for very long though, because he pulls you to lie down on the sofa, turning so your legs are spread around him.

“‘m gonna show you what it’s supposed to feel like for someone to eat your pussy. Just so you know your date is doin’ it right, ‘kay?”

What date? You almost ask. You remember for a second but then, looking at him, all of your thoughts are replaced with Logan again. “Yes,” you nod hornily, “Please.”

“There you go, got you even saying please now. You want it that bad, huh?”

All you can do is nod as he pulls down your skirt and panties. He almost goes cross-eyed when he sees your pussy for the first time.

“God, baby, you coulda said something. Such an eager little thing. You got that wet from having my cock in your mouth, hm? Gonna make you come so good, yeah?”

You nod again and he bends down to press another sloppy kiss to your lips, kissing down your neck and stopping at your chest, “Can’t get enough of these,” he plays with your tits, desperately grabbing at them like a man seeing a woman naked for the first time.

He smiles up at you when he realises how much time he’s spent at your chest, pressing a last kiss to your sternum before placing one of his big hands on your tit and kissing further down. You assume he’s going to stop before he gets to your pussy, just to tease you, but he kisses all the way down from your belly button to your clit, starting to make out with your pussy.

“Logan,” you moan, your hand flying to his hand on one of your boobs.

“Feel good?” He asks, and you almost faint when you look at his head pushed between your thighs. He looks exactly right, as if this is where he was meant to be the entire time.

“Mhmm.”

He chuckles against your pussy, tongue darting out to play with your clit. The ache between your legs starts to get worse with him there, and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing.

Logan smirks and pushes your thighs further apart with a rough hand. He starts to gently rub your clit, and you’ve finally got the friction you’ve been needing this entire time. You’re already close. 

You let out an involuntary moan as he pushes his thick middle finger inside you, and you grip his hand on your tit harder, and he squeezes you there, lovingly. 

“I got you, baby,” he says into your pussy before starting to fuck you with his finger, pushing another one in as he begins to rub a sweet little spot inside that you can never reach yourself. 

He leans in to start licking your clit again, circling it with his tongue and, ever so slightly, beginning to suck. 

You’re so close, the waves of pleasure almost, just almost, flooding over you. You squirm, your knees pushing together, held open by his broad shoulders. 

Logan sucks harder, fingers fucking into you with your clit pulsing against his tongue. 

It only takes a few more seconds of Logan’s mouth on your pussy for you to come. Pleasure explodes within you and floods your entire body as you arch your back, pushing further into him and his wet mouth and thick fingers.

Logan doesn’t stop until you’re satisfied and your legs go numb around him.

He grins at you, biting his lip to stop his smile from spreading too far, and he presses a kiss to the middle of your belly, squeezing your tit gently before letting go. You feel cold without him there.

With your legs still around him, you instinctively pull him in and he lies down next to you on the sofa, gently caging you against the back of it to give you the more comfortable side as he balances on the edge.

“You wanna know how good you taste?” Logan asks, not waiting for an answer before he kisses you. You slide your hand behind his neck to pull him in, tasting yourself on his tongue.

He stops kissing you. “So.. you still going on your date?”

You feel your cheeks getting hot, “What if I told youuu…” you twirl a strand of Logan’s hair that’s hanging over his forehead, “that there never was a date. Or a guy.”

Logan breaks out in a smile, “You were too shy to ask me to fuck you so you made up an entire person?”

You hear the key turning in the lock in that moment, and even though you’ll be covered by the back of the sofa Logan shields you with his hands as best as he can, reaching for your clothes.

Wade comes in and you immediately sit up, holding Logan’s hand and forearm to your tits to cover them.

“Guess what happened?” you squeal at Wade.

Wade’s eyes go over to you and then to Logan, and he drops his bags of grocery shopping to jump up and down, “Was it my plan? I told you my plan would work!”

You grin, “It was your plan.”

Logan looks between you and Wade, rolling his eyes but he’s unable to hide a smile.

“It was a good plan, right? I told her she could just ask you out but she was too shy so I told her to make up a guy she’s dating,” Wade explains.

“Alright,” Logan laughs quietly, “Now fuck off so I can fuck my girl again.”

Wade’s eyes go wide and he says what you’re thinking, “My girl? I’d faint if he called me that. You owe me,” he points at you.

You blow a kiss at Wade and he pretends to catch it, pressing it to his lap. You roll your eyes and smile, waving at him, “You heard him, we’ve got stuff to do.”

The almost animalistic smirk Logan gives you when Wade is gone should scare you, but it only makes you want him more. He picks you up in his arms, carrying you to his room. You can’t wait for what’s to come.

-

P.S. Logan thinks good girls reblog and comment on the fics they enjoy 🩷🫣

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BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWD

[angelicwrites]

oh the legs are up!

[angelicwrites]

got this series on a chokehold

Uncle Logan |l.howlett| nsfw

A/N: a little suggestive content, uncle!logan x faux!niece reader, age gap, mean!logan, underage drinking, punishment, 18+ f!reader, dubious consent, cheating(?)

Your father has come to terms with the fact that letting you come and go as you please is less of a hassle for him than trying to control you. Your mother worries about the boys you ride around with and the girls who help you sneak out when she’s tried to lay down the law. At their wit’s end, they find themselves left with one option; send you into the city to live with your Uncle Logan.

“You want me to live with Uncle Logan for the summer?” You ask in disbelief, arms folded and legs crossed as you sit in your bedroom listening to your parents tell you that they’ve basically had too much of you and are sending you away. You knew you weren’t the perfect daughter, but to just send you off like this seemed a bit excessive to you.

While you love Uncle Logan, you’re devastated that you won’t be able to see your friends or your boyfriend on a daily basis. There were plans you had made together to celebrate finally being out of high school. They were being total drags. “Your father and I just feel you don’t have very good influences and a change of scenery might do you some good.” Your mom explains, wringing her hands nervously. “It’ll just be until Uncle Logan thinks your behavior is adjusted.”

“Mom, this is bullshit, I have already graduated. I did my time, right? I finished high school and now I get to have some fun. It’s not fair!” You argue and your dad shakes his head. “Dad!” You groan.

“No, young lady, you need to be looking into college. You’ve gotta start taking your future seriously. Uncle Logan is a good man and a trusted friend of mine, he’s going to whip you into shape.”

That was the end of that discussion and the next week you were sent to the city. “You’re leaving today?” Your boyfriend asked incredulously over the phone as you angrily toss personal items into your bags. “That’s a bummer.”

“Tell me about it.” You mutter, picking up the small framed picture of you and him and carefully setting it in your bag. “Will you come visit me?” You ask, knowing the answer already, but you love how wrapped around your finger you’ve got him.

“Of course I will, baby.” He says and you smile to yourself. “I’ll come sneak you out like usual. No biggie.”

“It might be a little fun with being in the city and all.” You muse as you sit on your bed and wait for the cab your parents arranged for you to arrive. They didnt even think this was something worth taking off work for so they could drive you themselves. “They’ve got the best bars in the city.”

“Hell yeah, we’ll make the best of it, sweet pea.” He reassures you and you sigh contently.

When your taxi cab arrived to take you into the city, you hung up with your boyfriend and begrudgingly got into the yellow vehicle. Overall, it wasn’t a completely terrible situation because it was clear you and your parents could use some distance. Uncle Logan lived in a shitty apartment building that you remembered pretty well and you recall enjoying the visits to the city in the past. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad staying with him. He wasn’t actually your uncle anyway, so maybe he wouldn’t be so strict with you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Logan greets you in his building’s lobby and you give him a big hug. You’re always taken by how very tall and muscular he is each time you see him. Those strong arms wrapping around you protectively, his kind green eyes, that handsome smile - he gives you butterflies. “You sprouted like a weed, huh?” He comments as he set you back down on your feet. “It’s only been a year.” You grin as he takes your bags and leads you upstairs to his apartment.

“Did my parents tell you why I’m here?” You ask as he lets you in and you turn to look at him curiously. Logan gives you a sympathetic look and you chuckle in disbelief. “Of course they did,” You mutter. “So I bet you’ll be keeping a close eye on me.”

Uncle Logan chuckled as he shook his head, walking down the narrow hallway to the bedroom. “No, kiddo, I won’t be.” He turns to look at you, his stare was suddenly hard and domineering, it made you nervous. “Because you’re not going to want to cause me any problems, right?” You find yourself nodding, crossing your arms over your middle. “That’s a peach, c’mon, let’s get your room set up.”

Kind and handsome as he could be, you knew Uncle Logan was different. Hardened by a vastly long past, but you weren’t going to be deterred by his attempts at keeping you locked up. You were good at getting your way.

You’d soon find out, however, that Logan was better at dealing out punishments than preventing the need for them.

After a small dinner, Logan set you up with a small television in your bedroom that only took CDs and a few stacks of your childhood favorites which you had grown out of by now, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him. You thanked him and waited for him to leave your bedroom to bring your phone out and call your friends about tonight.

“We’ll come break you out around midnight.” Your friend says over the phone as you sit on your new bed and look out the window at the street below. With nightfall now covering most of the view of the street, the lights make the city look so pretty and everything down there is too dark to make out from the apartment windows, the perfect amount of cover for sneaking out.

“There’s an alleyway across the street from the apartment building,” You tell her. “I’ll be waiting there.”

“Sounds good, see you soon!”

Excitedly, you look through your suitcase for an outfit and settle on a black dress with a deep V neckline that stops right above your navel. The skirt falls at the middle of your thigh where it hugs the shape of you ass and the sleeves are long and a mesh material that cuff at your wrists. As you’re killing time, you fix your hair and make sure it falls exactly where you want it to before you decide to add a little makeup.

- brr brr brr - your phone vibrates and you check the message to see that it says your friends are on the way and your boyfriend is with them. A smile tugs at your lips and you do another mirror check before quietly leaving your bedroom.

You are sure Uncle Logan has gone to sleep by now and you’re quick to hurry out of the apartment, only putting your heels on once you are in the lobby. You smile to yourself as you cross the street and look behind you at the apartment building smugly. “Easy breezy.” You murmur as you step into the alley and wait for your friends to call. It was quite cold and you wished you had brought a coat when you suddenly hear the flick of a lighter. Chills run through your body as you turn around and spot the flame of the zippo lighter illuminating your uncle’s face as he’s lighting his cigar. Fuck, you think to yourself as he takes the few steps that close the space between the two of you.

“Going somewhere?” He asks with a smirk.

“No,” You say straightforward. “I-I’m just-”

“Save it.” Logan says before he drags you back the apartment as you’re protesting and pleading, your heels clicking loudly on the concrete staircase.

“Uncle Logan, this is totally unfair!” You whine as he pulls you back into the apartment and slams the door shut angrily behind him. “Come on, I won’t even be gone two hours!”

Logan wordlessly forces you to sit on the couch in the living room and then he saunters to the kitchen where he grabs a half-full whiskey bottle from the cabinet. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion because you swore he was mad, but he’s going to let you have a drink now? Logan shoves the bottle into your lap and then sits on the couch recliner where he points a finger at you.

“Listen to me, very clearly,” He begins and you feel the blood drain from your body from the fear of his aggressive tone. “I’m only going to say this one time, kid. I don’t give a shit what you think is fair. Do you know why?” You say nothing and he continues. “Because you’re a fucking kid. You don’t get to decide what’s fair as long as you’re living off your father’s money. Got it?” Tears prickle at your eyes, but you blink them away. “Now finish that bottle.”

Your eyes widen and you look down at the liquor bottle, completely taken by surprise. This is far too much for you to drink. “I-I’m-I can’t.” You stammer looking over at him as he’s relighting his cigar.

His eyes were serious and cold as the ember at the end of his cigar pulsed with his toking. “Isn’t that what you were going to do tonight?” Logan asks after blowing a cloud of smoke towards you. “You were going out drinking, right?” Your mouth falls open, but no words come out. “Answer the damn question.” He orders and you sigh.

“Yes, I was going out to drink.” You say in a soft voice, your hands trembling.

“So, drink.” He shrugs. “Go on.”

Slowly, you uncap the bottle and take a deep breath before you take a swig. Your face screws up with disgust as you force yourself to swallow the alcohol, some of it dripping down your chin. It burns down your throat and you gasp, coughing and holding onto your chest. “Uncle Logan,” You say, looking at him with the pout that usually works on your dad. “Please, I can’t drink this.”

“What do you drink when you go out with your friends?” He asks curiously and you feel your face grow hot which makes him laugh. “You’re one of those fruity girls, huh? Vodka cranberries and peach schnapps? You’ve got no business being at bars, you belong at a fucking brunch.” You grow annoyed, a little insulted at the way that he’s taking to you, and he notices. “Did I hit a nerve? Go on, keep drinking, kid. Consider it your punishment and I won’t tell your parents you tried breaking the rules on your first night.”

You angrily take another swig and you groan, shaking your head. More of it spills down your chin, onto your chest. “Fuck!” You spit, wishing he’d just ground you or take your phone. Logan keeps watching you, making sure you drink and drink until you’re feeling the buzz and your eyes are stinging from the burn and your own tears.

“You oughta count yourself lucky, kid,” Uncle Logan says as he puts out the stub of his cigar. “Those boys at the bar would’ve seen a pretty thing like you walk in and roofied your drink, then what? The hell am I s’posed to tell your parents then?”

You pout, crying softly because you are drunker now than you’ve ever been before and it feels awful. “Uncle Logan,” You whine, your grip loose on the bottle as you’re growing dizzy and hot in your dress. “Please, I wanna stop.” You slur, sniffling as you try to tug your dress off by your sleeve. Logan’s eyes fall on the V cut of your dress, your breasts almost exposed as you’re sloppy with your movements, small drops of whiskey running down your middle. Your brows furrow in distress and you cry more, blubbering about wanting to take the dress off, wanting to stop. You’ve drank almost two thirds of what was left in the bottle and he chuckles at what it’s done to you.

“Let me see it, sweetheart.” You reach over to hand him the bottle. “Walk it over here.” He says, watching you with amusement as you wobble to your feet and take three unsteady steps towards him. Logan guides you onto his lap and he takes the bottle from you, turning it up and drinking what’s left at the bottom. You sniff as you watch him, wiping your teary eyes as his free hand settles on your ass. “See that? You’re no drinker.” He says, setting the bottle down and placing a hand on your thigh as he looks at you sniffling on his lap, your red lips pouty and your mascara running. “Is this what you wanted? To go drinking just to get this sloppy? You can’t even handle your alcohol. How were you gonna handle some asshole groping on you all night?” He says, shaking his head as he gently wipes your chin off with his thumb.

“I’m sorry, Logan,” You murmur, your sight blurry from tears and the alcohol drowning your inhibitions. “I won’t sneak out again.”

“I don’t believe that.” He smirks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, wiping your tears, and you let your head fall into his palm. “You would’ve been picked up immediately.” He says softly, admiring how pretty you are and he recalls the conversation he had overheard you having on the phone before you snuck out. “Were you meeting a boyfriend?” You nod.

“Adam.”

“What do you and Adam do when you go drinking?” He asks, amused with how tame you are right now.

A smile curls your lips as you think about the things you and Adam do in his car after hitting the bars. You haven’t had sex yet, despite what your parents may think. Not because you’re nervous, but because Adam does whatever you say in the hope of someday getting into your panties. You want to keep it that way for a little while longer. “Stuff.” You blush, grinning at him, fiddling with the buttons of his flannel, and Logan chuckles.

“Does he finger you?”

“Uncle Logan!” You giggle, covering your face shyly.

Logan laughs lightly while caressing your back lovingly. “I won’t tell, sweet girl.” His hand is sliding off your cheek and down your neck, past your collarbones, ghosting over your breast while his thumb lightly traces the now dried line of whiskey drops that ran down your chest, exposed by the cut of your dress. “You sure dressed up real pretty for him.” You let out a soft moan as he tentatively kisses the valley between your breasts and he smells your arousal as it grows in your panties. It smells so sweet and fresh, it makes his mouth water and his cock hard underneath your thigh. His tongue peeks out to lick the whiskey off your skin and you mewl softly, the sound causing many inappropriate thoughts to cross his mind.

“Mm, that feels good.” You whisper, your fist tugging on his flannel and the other hand hooked around his neck. Logan’s got one large hand holding the back of your head as it leans backwards so you give him more access to your body. The other hand is groping your breast while he’s slowly kissing and licking your skin up to your neck and back down just above your belly button, tasting the alcohol you had spilled on yourself. You’re breathing heavily, gasping softly as his tongue and teeth start nipping at your skin, making you grow damp between your legs.

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs against your sternum making you shudder.

“Uncle Logan,” You breathe out shakily, your thighs clamping together as he slips his hand underneath the skirt of your dress. “You shouldn’t be touching me like this.” You say although you’re not exactly putting up a fight.

Logan kisses your jaw softly, grabbing firmly onto the bottom of your thigh to stop himself from going up any further. “You’re right, sweet girl.” He says and he suddenly lifts you up bridal style, making you giggle as he carries you to your bedroom.

You feel so small in his arms and you find yourself kissing his cheek, humming against his jaw as your fingers lace through his hair. A small groan vibrates in his chest and you smile to yourself. “You like that?” You ask teasingly, kissing his neck as he opens your bedroom door. “Stay with me?” You ask, biting your lip as he lays you in your bed and he only chuckles. You watch as he undoes the straps of your heels and tosses them before he pulls the blanket over you.

“Go to sleep, kid.” He says as he leaves your room.

And you do, the drunken buzz in your head lulling you into a deep sleep.

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Uncle Logan II

Uncle Logan III

Uncle Logan Epilogue

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logan has been around for long enough to know when a woman is attracted to him. there was a certain essence given off that was always a dead giveaway. usually it came from women close to the age he looked like and it tended to be brief moments of lust before all hope was lost. this was until he met you.

the pretty young girl working at the diner during her time off from college. everyday, he came in and ordered a black coffee. the coffee wasn't even that good but logan would spend two dollars every single day of his life if it came with the view of you bending over in that tiny uniform skirt.

logan would watch you for hours while he drank and skimmed the news paper alone in a booth. your hair was always up in either a ponytail or held together with a hair clip. he loved seeing your pretty handwriting as you scribbled on your notepad, taking orders. it was part of your job to be nice to everyone but you were especially nice to him. even your friends began to notice how you would linger by his table, constantly topping off his coffee mug and making small talk; sometimes giving him a slice of cherry pie on the house.

"don't you think he's kinda old for you?" one of your friends whispers to you behind the counter.

it's stung but you suppose she had a point. what would a man old enough to be your father want with a young wild girl like yourself?

"i-i guess so?" you stuttered, embarrassed at your previous attempt at flirting with him.

the rest of the night, you hoped he would leave before close so you could have some time alone with your feelings. summer was almost over and you would go back to the city soon. it was time to forget these silly fantasizes.

by ten, all the other waitresses went home except you, the older woman in the back who counted the drawer every night, and a few of the cooks. the only customer still there was logan. he flipped through one of the books he brought with him; still sipping away at that damn coffee.

"isn't it getting a little late for you, sweetheart?" he asked nonchalantly, not even looking up at you as you bent over to scrub the table next to his. the fifth table you've cleaned in the last hour and the second time you've cleaned that specific table. logan noticed but you didn't.

"need the hours." you mumble, frustrated by a stubborn stain. all logan could focus on was your scrunched nose and how your tight top pushed your boobs together just right for his viewing. "college is fucking expensive plus grants and scholarships only cover so much."

"hmm.." logan grunts. grants? scholarship? what a goody fucking two shoes, logan thought to himself. "if you bring me piece of pie, i think i can help you out."

you lean off the table and go get what's left in the glass container. it's probably a little hard so you definitely didn't plan on charging him for it. you sit the plate down in front of him and before you could turn around to walk away, logan reaches for your wrist softly.

"join me." he offers.

you knew you shouldn't but what was really the harm? at least your friends weren't here to make fun of you. the radio played quietly on an older station while you watched logan take a bite of the pie.

"why did your friends leave you here alone?" he asked, watching your face turn sour at the memory of them.

"don't wanna talk about it." your voice was small in the empty diner.

"why? think an old man like me can't relate to it?" logan chuckles. your thighs squeeze together without thinking. so much for not embarrassing yourself.

"no, no, not that." you shake your head and a strand of hair falls from your bun. "just sort of juvenile, you know?"

logan could tell that you were trying to come off more mature around him. you didn't want him to see you as some college kid.

"juvenile, how?" he eggs on, pushing down his glasses a bit.

god, those glasses got to you; and logan knew it.

"they don't understand how i feel about someone." you sigh.

"how do you feel about this person?" logan noticed you now avoiding his gaze, not liking it one bit. "eyes on me, princess."

the nickname caught you off guard like a dear in headlight; blinking and trembling up at logan. something logan enjoyed very much and could get used to.

"it's not important, just some stupid crush." you lie through your teeth. "they will forget about me in a month."

"why don't you think it'll work?" he cocks his head to the side a bit. "you're a pretty young thing, dollface. anyone of those college boys would be lucky to be wrapped around your little finger."

"i don't want college boys." you mumble, slightly annoyed by the memory of your friends.

logan felt himself getting hard at you admitting you had a taste for someone older. his eyes grew dark as he leaned in a little over the table.

"then what do you want?"

your moment to answer was interrupted by the older woman from the back, releasing you to go home for the evening. this was your chance to get up and leave before you admitted anything else that you would regret.

both of you stood up. logan threw down some cash while you went to collect your stuff behind the counter.

"i'll see you tomorrow, lo-"

"you didn't answer the question."

"i must go now if i want to catch the last train."

logan worried about you taking the train back to your apartment alone this late at night. usually you drive back but your car has been in the shop for almost three days now. he would watch you get to your car every night to make sure you were safe.

"i can drive you home." logan offers.

you shouldn't be this excited to be sitting in a strangers truck alone at night but here you were. the two of you sat in silence for a few minutes before logan brought up the conversation from the diner again. what did you even want?

"i want someone who understands me..." you begin rattling off the first things that come to mind when you notice logan's hand on your knee. you don't dare move.

"someone who is responsible..." with every word, his hand creeps higher and higher up your skirt. logan is more than pleased when he notices your legs spread on their own.

"someone who is m-mature..." logan's fingers inch towards the delicate skin of your inner thigh. there's no way this was happening, you thought as his index finger plays with the lace on the center of your pink underwear. he smirked at the wet spot front and center, waiting for him.

"treats me r-r-right." every word was a struggle to form as he stroked you softly. back and forth. back and forth.

logan nods along, not letting up down below. his index finger hooks onto your underwear, pulling it aside. you weren't even sure if you were breathing at this point; all this teasing was torture.

"p-p-please, logan..." you whine. "touch me."

his thumb rubs tiny circles on your button, adoring the way his name pours from your glossy lips. your hands fly to his wrists, needing more; nails digging into his skin in the most delicious way.

"where did this greediness come from?" logan groans, dipping his index finger inside of you. "what happened to that good girl from the diner?"

logan's finger barely fit in the tight space. your head fell back and a loud moan escaped you.

"oh, you weren't letting those college boys touch you at all, huh?" logan mocks, adding another finger and creating a steady pace.

"n-no!" you whine, lifting your hips a little.

"you were waiting for a real man to have his way with you, isn't that right, pretty girl?" he growls, pushing your hips back down.

you completely missed logan pulling off to the side of the road until now. his pace increases becoming rather rough now that he isn't driving. logan leaves deep purple bruises down your neck and across your chest, praising you to no end until you gush around his fingers, completely soaking his palm.

your heart pounded like you had just finished a marathon. logan allowed you to catch your breath as he carefully removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. he can feel your dazy eyes staring at him as he does so, making a real show of it.

"i've been wanting to do that for months now." he admits with a smirk.

"me too." you said, leaning forward and pulling him into a kiss; tasting yourself on his lips and tongue. logan wraps his hands around your hair, pulling you back a little when another moan falls from your lips.

"and we aren't even close to being done."

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focus | logan howlett

summary. under logan's intense and unconventional training, you struggle to overcome repeated mistakes in the boxing ring. with his commanding presence and sharp guidance, he pushes you to your limits, forcing you to confront both your flaws and the magnetic tension between you pairings. logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w little plot warnings. fingering (f receiving), teasing, overstimulation

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“you keep dropping your guard,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “are you even paying attention, or are you thinking about what you’re having for dinner?”

“i am paying attention,” you snap, glaring at him. you adjust your gloves, your hands trembling slightly from fatigue. “maybe if you didn’t sound like such a jerk all the time, i’d actually—”

“a jerk?” logan cuts you off with a low laugh as he steps into the ring. he towers over you, his presence impossible to ignore. “yeah, i’m a jerk. but i’m also the jerk keeping you from getting knocked out.” he closes the distance between you, his hand catching your wrist. his touch is firm, deliberate, as he raises your arm back into position.

“hold it like this,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. his fingers linger against your skin, rough and warm. “you keep leaving this side wide open, and someone’s gonna take you out. maybe even me.”

“you wouldn’t,” you challenge, trying to ignore the way his closeness makes your pulse race.

“you think i’d go easy on you just because you look cute when you’re mad?” his smirk widens as he steps back, putting space between you that feels both a relief and a tease. “you better hope i don’t.”

you bite your lip, narrowing your eyes. “just tell me what to do.”

logan tilts his head, watching you for a moment that stretches too long. then, in one swift motion, he’s behind you, his hands settling lightly on your hips.

“your stance is all wrong,” he says, his voice low and close to your ear. “spread your feet. balance your weight.” his hands guide you, his movements steady but uncomfortably intimate.

“is this really necessary?” you ask, your voice betraying the slightest waver.

“if it wasn’t, i wouldn’t be doing it,” he murmurs, his breath brushing against your neck. “besides, you’re the one who said i’m a jerk. might as well live up to it, huh?”

you twist your head to glare at him, but the smirk on his face only deepens. “focus,” he adds, stepping away before you can come up with a retort. “again.”

you try again, throwing a jab just like he showed you, but your form falters halfway through. logan's hand shoots out, effortlessly blocking your attempt. the sharp slap of his glove against yours echoes in the gym, followed by his exasperated sigh.

"again," he says, his tone clipped.

you try, and fail.

"you’re not even thinking about your footing," he mutters, his patience clearly wearing thin. you feel the burn of embarrassment creep up your neck, but his scrutiny doesn’t let up.

another attempt. another mistake.

logan steps forward, his hand catching your wrist mid-punch, and this time he doesn’t hide his frustration. his dark eyes lock onto yours, his voice dropping into a calm but commanding tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

"you keep making the same mistakes," he says, his words resonating in the now-quiet gym. "and it's time we fix that. i’ve got a special training session planned for you today, something to help you focus and learn from your errors."

the way he says it makes your stomach twist, half from nerves, half from the magnetic pull of his intensity. whatever he’s planning, you know it’s not going to be easy. but with the way he’s looking at you, like he won’t take no for an answer, you nod. "okay," you say softly. "what do i have to do?"

"i’m going to tie you up, restrain your movements, and then we'll begin," he explained, his voice low and gravelly. "this will teach you discipline and help you understand the consequences of your mistakes."

your breath caught in your throat as logan produced a length of silk rope from his bag. the soft fabric felt sensual against your skin as he gently guided you to the corner of the ring. you shivered as he secured your wrists above your head, tying the rope tightly, ensuring you couldn't move your arms.

"there," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "now, let's see how well you can focus with this little distraction."

logan's fingers trailed down your arms, sending tingles through your body. he leaned in close, his warm breath caressing your ear. "i'm going to edge you, y/n. tease you until you're begging for release. and when you're on the brink of ecstasy, we'll talk about your mistakes."

a gasp escaped your lips as Logan's hand cupped your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your hardened nipple. you were already sensitive, and his touch sent sparks of pleasure through your body. he knew exactly how to play with your desires, using your own body against you.

"you like that, don't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "i can see your nipples getting harder, begging for attention. but we're not going to give them what they want just yet."

logan's hand moved lower, his fingers gently stroking your inner thighs. he avoided your core, instead focusing on the sensitive skin surrounding it, making you squirm with anticipation. you tried to move your hips, to seek the friction you craved, but the restraints held you firmly in place.

"please, logan," you pleaded, your voice hoarse with need. "i need more. i'll do anything to make you let me cum."

he chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. "anything, huh? well, let's see how committed you are to improving your skills. tell me, what mistakes have you been making lately?"

your mind struggled to focus as logan's fingers continued their teasing dance, drawing circles around your clit without actually touching it. you wanted to beg him to stop, but you also craved more of his touch.

"i-i've been forgetting to keep my guard up," you stammered, the words tumbling out between gasps. "and i keep leaving myself open for counterattacks."

"good girl, that's a start," logan praised, his fingers finally making contact with your throbbing clit. "now, what will you do to fix that?"

the pleasure was almost unbearable as he rubbed slow circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. you arched your back, seeking more friction, but logan maintained a steady, teasing pace.

"i'll... i'll focus on keeping my arms up," you managed to say, your voice strained. "and i’ll practice my footwork to avoid those counters."

"excellent," logan murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "you're learning already. now, let's see if you can keep this focus while i take you to the edge."

with that, he slid a finger inside your wet folds, eliciting a moan from your lips. logan's touch was firm and deliberate, his finger thrusting in and out, hitting all the right spots. you were dripping with desire, your body craving release.

"oh logan, please," you begged, your hips thrusting involuntarily against his hand. "i'm so close. please let me cum."

he slowed his movements, torturously drawing out your pleasure. "not yet, y/n. not until you promise me you'll try harder. i want to hear you say it."

the teasing was exquisite agony. logan's finger continued to stroke you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm only to pull back just enough to keep you on the edge. tears of frustration and pleasure welled up in your eyes.

"i promise, logan," you whispered, your voice shaking. "i'll try harder. i’ll focus on my technique and practice every day."

logan's finger sped up, thrusting into you with renewed vigor. "that's my good girl. now, let go and cum for me."

the release was explosive. your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and you cried out, your voice echoing in the empty gym.

logan held you through the waves of pleasure, his strong arms supporting your trembling body.

"that's it y/n," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "let it all out. you've earned this release."

as your orgasm subsided, logan gently untied your wrists, his touch tender and caring. he helped you stand, your legs feeling like jelly after the intense experience.

"you did well today," he said, his eyes filled with pride. "remember this feeling, and use it to fuel your training. we'll continue with this method until you've mastered your mistakes."

you nodded, your body still buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. logan's unconventional training method had certainly left its mark, and you knew you'd never forget the lessons learned in that boxing ring.

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corrupted | logan howlett

summary. you seek help from your dad's best friend, logan, to overcome your nerves about intimacy, trusting him completely. however, the situation takes a manipulative turn as logan asserts control over you, leaving you vulnerable and trapped under his dominance pairings. dbf!logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w no plot warnings. barely proofread this lmk if there is any mistakes, fingering & oral (f receiving), loss of virginity, manipulation (if you squint), innocence kink, breast play

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you found yourself in a predicament, one that you never anticipated. it was your idea to seek help from your dad 's best friend, logan, after all. you wanted to surprise your boyfriend with a birthday sex, but your nerves were getting the better of you.

"you know, sweetheart," logan said, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine, "i can help you relax. i have a few tricks up my sleeve that might just do the job." you trusted him, as he was a close family friend, and his offer seemed innocent enough.

you agreed, your curiosity getting the better of you. logan led you to his bedroom, a place you had never been before. the room was dimly lit, with a musky scent that hinted at the pleasures to come. he gently pushed you down onto the soft bed, his strong hands sending a tingle through your body.

"let's start with some basic relaxation techniques," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. you felt his hands roam freely over your clothed body, making you squirm with anticipation. he slowly unbuttoned your blouse, revealing your delicate lace bra and the swell of your breasts. "you have such beautiful tits, my dear," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.

logan's skilled fingers teased your nipples through the fabric, making them harden instantly. he pinched and rolled them gently, causing you to gasp and arch your back.

"oh, you like that, don't you?" he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. you could only nod, unable to form words as pleasure coursed through your veins.

he leaned down, his warm lips capturing one taut nipple through the lace. he sucked and teased, using his tongue to drive you wild. the sensation was electric, and you moaned loudly, your hands gripping the bedsheets. logan switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention, until you were writhing beneath him, begging for more.

"please, logan," you managed to plead, "i need more." he chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through your sensitive body. "oh, we're just getting started, my sweet girl." with that, he pulled your panties down your legs, exposing your wetness to the cool air.

his fingers delved into your pussy, easily finding your sweet spot. he rubbed slow circles around your clit, making you tremble with need. "you're so wet, so ready for me," he growled, his voice thick with lust. he added another finger, stretching you, preparing you for what was to come.

as he finger-fucked you, his thumb continued to work your clit, sending you closer and closer to the edge. your hips bucked off the bed, seeking more of his touch. "that's it, let it all out," he encouraged, his fingers never slowing. you cried out as your orgasm hit, your body shaking violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

but logan wasn't done with you yet. he wanted to corrupt you, own you, and make sure no other man could satisfy you the way he could. he positioned himself between your thighs, his thick, erect cock straining against his pants. "now, this is what you've been waiting for," he said, his voice laced with dominance.

he entered you slowly, inch by inch, stretching your tight, virgin hole. you whimpered at the intrusion, but logan's eyes only darkened with pleasure. "you're so fucking tight, my sweet little girl," he grunted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. he filled you completely, his girth stretching you in the most delicious way.

logan's pace quickened, his cock slamming into your depths, hitting all the right spots. he angled his hips, seeking to stimulate every inch of your pussy. you felt your second orgasm building, the pleasure more intense than anything you'd ever experienced.

"oh, fuck, logan! I'm gonna cum again!" you cried out, your nails digging into his shoulders. he pounded into you mercilessly, his own release building. "that's it, come all over my cock," he commanded.

your body convulsed as you climaxed, your pussy clenching around his shaft, milking him for all he was worth. logan roared as he filled you with his hot seed, marking you as his. he collapsed onto the bed, his heavy body covering yours, his cock still buried deep inside.

"you're mine now, do you understand?" he panted into your ear. "no one will ever make you feel the way i just did. you're ruined for anyone else." you could only nod, your mind foggy with post-coital bliss. logan had corrupted you, body and soul, and you couldn't wait to see what he had in store for you next.

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focus | logan howlett

summary. under logan's intense and unconventional training, you struggle to overcome repeated mistakes in the boxing ring. with his commanding presence and sharp guidance, he pushes you to your limits, forcing you to confront both your flaws and the magnetic tension between you pairings. logan howlett x fem!reader genre. smut (MDNI 18+), dom!logan x sub!reader, porn w little plot warnings. fingering (f receiving), teasing, overstimulation

a/n. first logan smut, please show some love & feebacks !

“you keep dropping your guard,” he says, his voice calm but firm. “are you even paying attention, or are you thinking about what you’re having for dinner?”

“i am paying attention,” you snap, glaring at him. you adjust your gloves, your hands trembling slightly from fatigue. “maybe if you didn’t sound like such a jerk all the time, i’d actually—”

“a jerk?” logan cuts you off with a low laugh as he steps into the ring. he towers over you, his presence impossible to ignore. “yeah, i’m a jerk. but i’m also the jerk keeping you from getting knocked out.” he closes the distance between you, his hand catching your wrist. his touch is firm, deliberate, as he raises your arm back into position.

“hold it like this,” he murmurs, his voice dropping an octave. his fingers linger against your skin, rough and warm. “you keep leaving this side wide open, and someone’s gonna take you out. maybe even me.”

“you wouldn’t,” you challenge, trying to ignore the way his closeness makes your pulse race.

“you think i’d go easy on you just because you look cute when you’re mad?” his smirk widens as he steps back, putting space between you that feels both a relief and a tease. “you better hope i don’t.”

you bite your lip, narrowing your eyes. “just tell me what to do.”

logan tilts his head, watching you for a moment that stretches too long. then, in one swift motion, he’s behind you, his hands settling lightly on your hips.

“your stance is all wrong,” he says, his voice low and close to your ear. “spread your feet. balance your weight.” his hands guide you, his movements steady but uncomfortably intimate.

“is this really necessary?” you ask, your voice betraying the slightest waver.

“if it wasn’t, i wouldn’t be doing it,” he murmurs, his breath brushing against your neck. “besides, you’re the one who said i’m a jerk. might as well live up to it, huh?”

you twist your head to glare at him, but the smirk on his face only deepens. “focus,” he adds, stepping away before you can come up with a retort. “again.”

you try again, throwing a jab just like he showed you, but your form falters halfway through. logan's hand shoots out, effortlessly blocking your attempt. the sharp slap of his glove against yours echoes in the gym, followed by his exasperated sigh.

"again," he says, his tone clipped.

you try, and fail.

"you’re not even thinking about your footing," he mutters, his patience clearly wearing thin. you feel the burn of embarrassment creep up your neck, but his scrutiny doesn’t let up.

another attempt. another mistake.

logan steps forward, his hand catching your wrist mid-punch, and this time he doesn’t hide his frustration. his dark eyes lock onto yours, his voice dropping into a calm but commanding tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

"you keep making the same mistakes," he says, his words resonating in the now-quiet gym. "and it's time we fix that. i’ve got a special training session planned for you today, something to help you focus and learn from your errors."

the way he says it makes your stomach twist, half from nerves, half from the magnetic pull of his intensity. whatever he’s planning, you know it’s not going to be easy. but with the way he’s looking at you, like he won’t take no for an answer, you nod. "okay," you say softly. "what do i have to do?"

"i’m going to tie you up, restrain your movements, and then we'll begin," he explained, his voice low and gravelly. "this will teach you discipline and help you understand the consequences of your mistakes."

your breath caught in your throat as logan produced a length of silk rope from his bag. the soft fabric felt sensual against your skin as he gently guided you to the corner of the ring. you shivered as he secured your wrists above your head, tying the rope tightly, ensuring you couldn't move your arms.

"there," he said, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "now, let's see how well you can focus with this little distraction."

logan's fingers trailed down your arms, sending tingles through your body. he leaned in close, his warm breath caressing your ear. "i'm going to edge you, y/n. tease you until you're begging for release. and when you're on the brink of ecstasy, we'll talk about your mistakes."

a gasp escaped your lips as Logan's hand cupped your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your hardened nipple. you were already sensitive, and his touch sent sparks of pleasure through your body. he knew exactly how to play with your desires, using your own body against you.

"you like that, don't you?" he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. "i can see your nipples getting harder, begging for attention. but we're not going to give them what they want just yet."

logan's hand moved lower, his fingers gently stroking your inner thighs. he avoided your core, instead focusing on the sensitive skin surrounding it, making you squirm with anticipation. you tried to move your hips, to seek the friction you craved, but the restraints held you firmly in place.

"please, logan," you pleaded, your voice hoarse with need. "i need more. i'll do anything to make you let me cum."

he chuckled, the sound sending a thrill down your spine. "anything, huh? well, let's see how committed you are to improving your skills. tell me, what mistakes have you been making lately?"

your mind struggled to focus as logan's fingers continued their teasing dance, drawing circles around your clit without actually touching it. you wanted to beg him to stop, but you also craved more of his touch.

"i-i've been forgetting to keep my guard up," you stammered, the words tumbling out between gasps. "and i keep leaving myself open for counterattacks."

"good girl, that's a start," logan praised, his fingers finally making contact with your throbbing clit. "now, what will you do to fix that?"

the pleasure was almost unbearable as he rubbed slow circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves. you arched your back, seeking more friction, but logan maintained a steady, teasing pace.

"i'll... i'll focus on keeping my arms up," you managed to say, your voice strained. "and i’ll practice my footwork to avoid those counters."

"excellent," logan murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "you're learning already. now, let's see if you can keep this focus while i take you to the edge."

with that, he slid a finger inside your wet folds, eliciting a moan from your lips. logan's touch was firm and deliberate, his finger thrusting in and out, hitting all the right spots. you were dripping with desire, your body craving release.

"oh logan, please," you begged, your hips thrusting involuntarily against his hand. "i'm so close. please let me cum."

he slowed his movements, torturously drawing out your pleasure. "not yet, y/n. not until you promise me you'll try harder. i want to hear you say it."

the teasing was exquisite agony. logan's finger continued to stroke you, bringing you to the brink of orgasm only to pull back just enough to keep you on the edge. tears of frustration and pleasure welled up in your eyes.

"i promise, logan," you whispered, your voice shaking. "i'll try harder. i’ll focus on my technique and practice every day."

logan's finger sped up, thrusting into you with renewed vigor. "that's my good girl. now, let go and cum for me."

the release was explosive. your body shook with the force of your orgasm, and you cried out, your voice echoing in the empty gym.

logan held you through the waves of pleasure, his strong arms supporting your trembling body.

"that's it y/n," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "let it all out. you've earned this release."

as your orgasm subsided, logan gently untied your wrists, his touch tender and caring. he helped you stand, your legs feeling like jelly after the intense experience.

"you did well today," he said, his eyes filled with pride. "remember this feeling, and use it to fuel your training. we'll continue with this method until you've mastered your mistakes."

you nodded, your body still buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. logan's unconventional training method had certainly left its mark, and you knew you'd never forget the lessons learned in that boxing ring.

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