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eddies-ashtray · 10 months ago

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white hot forever

Pairing: Logan “Wolverine” Howlett x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Most days exhaustion plagues him. But tonight, with his last dregs of energy, Logan cooks for you. Though he’s hungry for something far more enticing.

WC: 5.6k

Category: Smut (18+ ONLY, minors dni)

Content: Implied (non-specified) age gap, kissing, Logan throws reader over his shoulder/carries her, cunnilingus, unprotected pnv, reverse cowgirl, dirty talk, petnames (baby, old man, etc), beard burn, 1 single spank, some light nipple play, spitting, kinda dom logan/sub reader, light teasing/mocking, a dash of humiliation kink, lots of manhandling, an inordinate amount of animal metaphor/simile, mentions of logan’s exhaustion/aging due to the adamantium poisoning.

His biceps strain against the thin cotton of his white button-down–the sleeves rolled up–as he finely chops a red pepper. His heavy hand lends to the particularly booming sound of the knife landing on the wood cutting board. But you don’t mind, content to observe from your ideal spot on the countertop of the island.

A half empty wine glass sits in your palm as your gaze lingers on the smattering of dark hair beneath the low-cut tank he wears under the button-down.

The kitchen smells of the sweetness of the cooking oil he used and the warmth of nostalgia. Faint memories from childhood of your mother bustling around the kitchen as she prepared dinner linger at the edges of your mind, brought on by familiar scents. When you breathe it in, you also catch lingering traces of Logan’s shampoo and, faintly, sweat.

“You ever…Ya know,” you pause, swirling the white liquid around. “Use the claws to chop an onion or something?”

Doing your best to suppress a smirk when Logan looks up at you from beneath his brows and pins you with a stern gaze, you hold his eyes.

You quirk a brow, waiting for his response as a snort threatens to bubble up.

A smirk cracks through his intense facade, crows feet deepening slightly. With an endearing shake of his head, he huffs a laugh through his nose. Logan’s a bit of a grump—even more so now that his hair has greyed and he’s let his beard grow somewhat unruly—but he’s not without a sense of humour.

“No,” his voice, though signed with a note of playfulness, is as gruff as always when he rests the knife on the cutting board. “But as you know, they’ve been useful for…other things.”

The word ‘other’ is loaded with intensity as the hand that previously gripped the knife handle lands deceptively gently on your right knee. It skates roughly up your thigh to thumb at the edge of your skirt.

You only hum in response. Despite the warmth of the kitchen, a chill runs up your spine and you shiver involuntarily. You’re not sure how he does that. Dial things up to 100 before you can even blink. It keeps you on your toes, even a few years in.

Now it’s his turn to quirk a brow–ever expressive–when his heavy gaze finally lifts from your legs.

Warmth begins to seep into your chest and stoke a small fire in your belly.

But the growing tension vanishes the moment a timer dings, shrill and intrusive.

Pulling himself away from your skin to tend to the sound, Logan bends at the knees to pull a steaming dish from the oven.

The crack of his joints is a quiet popping sound compared to the low grunt he releases when he stands back up to his full height to place the dish on the stovetop.

He tosses a worn out dish towel over his shoulder–the same one he’d used to pull the food from the oven.

Watching him carefully as he spins around in search of his whiskey glass, you remark, “You look handsome like this.”

You pass him the liquor, his large hand wrapping around the glass.

“Handsome like what?” he asks, a hint of a chuckle in his voice.

It’s not often Logan has the energy for this. Long days drain him now. Like sweet syrup from a tapped tree, a slow drip that takes and takes.

“Just–in the kitchen with me. Cooking…Taking care of me,” you say.

Another soft smile graces his lips and he presses a tender kiss to your cheek, a hand at your hip, and your face warms.

Gulping down a healthy sip of his drink, his throat bobs as he swallows the auburn liquid. When the glass clinks against the marble as he puts it down, you notice droplets linger in his beard. Once you’ve placed your own glass down you reach to thumb away the beaded liquid.

“Hm?” he hums, though it’s more of a growl when he does it, the sound rumbling up from deep in his broad chest.

“Just got some…” you trail off, expecting him to come to the natural conclusion himself when you lean in and cup his jaw. Feel the roughness of his beard against your palm as you swipe away the small droplet. “There.”

Logan leans briefly into your touch to kiss the soft skin of your palm in thanks. The gesture makes your heart ache.

You’re about to pull away, but Logan grasps your wrist in one strong hand, savouring your touch. He’s looking at you with an unexpected hunger behind his eyes as he feels the skin of your wrist beneath his rough palm. You can’t deny the way it revives the searing heat in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” The word comes out more breathy than you’d intended.

“Nothin’.” Logan shakes his head, holding your gaze. He releases your hand gently.

The word lingers in the air between you.

The way he says it–like it’s not really nothing–wires you right up again. You know he knows it too–his overly keen senses able to pick up the rhythm of your heart hammering against your ribcage.

You need to expel the energy or let the tension snap but can only think of the intoxicating scent of whiskey on his breath. “You know, I’ve never tried whiskey.”

He’s quick to respond. “No? You want to?”

“Okay.” It comes out in a whisper. The atmosphere feels too fragile for any other tone.

Logan grabs the crystal glass, just another sip or two remaining. He steals another as he steps in front of you, his left palm falling to your knee to push your legs apart so he has room to stand between them.

He lingers above you and you lick your lips in anticipation, catching the way hazel eyes darken beneath furrowed brows.

Then, Logan looks away and you watch as he places the glass down on the counter and his palms flat beside your thighs, effectively caging you in so you’re trapped in his space. Logan is all you can breathe, all you can see, all you can smell as your chest rises and falls with shallow breaths.

Eyes finally returning to yours, his head tilts to the side–cocky, challenging. “Then give your old man a kiss.”

A whimper nearly escapes you before you’re wrapping your arms around his neck and hungrily pressing your lips to his like it’s an order. It may as well have been, gruff as he is.

Logan grunts in response to your quick action, pulling your leg around his waist so your heel digs into the small of his back.

The roughness of his beard rubs your chin and cheeks, a pleasant sting against sensitive skin. Though you’re soon distracted when his hand leaves your calf in favour of greedily running up your thigh. They leave heat and tingling skin in their wake, and you gasp into the kiss when he gives the meat of your thigh a generous squeeze.

His desperation for you is matched only by yours for him as you wind your other leg around his hips to tug him closer. Grunting at your forcefulness, Logan finally slips his tongue into your warm mouth.

The whiskey on his tongue is overpowering as he kisses you like he’s starving for it–the meal he was making long forgotten. Warm hands brush up the length of your spine, eliciting a subtle shiver, before one of his large palms cradles your skull like you’ll shatter without the support.

His nose bumps yours as he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth with fervour now. When his spare hand coasts over your chest to grab at your tits over your top, you arch into his touch with a moan like he demands it.

When you bite his bottom lip he growls, long and deep. A renewed sense of desperation claws at your skin as your kisses become increasingly wanton and sloppy. Tangling tongues generate sounds bordering on obscenity.

His claws may as well be dragging down your body, leaving bloody marks in their wake with the way his touch makes your skin sing. You hope he leaves bruises when he grasps at the flesh of your hips, pulling your lower-half flush against his pelvis.

You can feel him, hard and straining against his black slacks. It’s impossible not to moan, lips leaving his as your mouth falls open to release the breathy sound.

For a moment, you grind against his cock with your forehead pressed to his, using your hands wrapped around his neck as leverage. Feeling back muscles flex under your warm palms. The delicious slide of your soaked panties against his hardness is enough to drive you wild.

A gasp is pulled out of you when your clit catches briefly on his tip beneath clean slacks. Logan growls through clenched teeth, pressing you into him harder, fervently rolling his hips. The sound makes your pussy clench around nothing.

“Logan,” you whimper, aching for him as you pant into each other’s mouths. “Please.”

“Fuck,” he rasps before he’s scooping you up off the counter, hoisting you up over his shoulder. Squealing at the surprise demonstration of his great strength, Logan strides through the kitchen and towards the living room.

Desire burns deep in your belly as he carries you across the house like it’s nothing. He’s all broad chest, bulging biceps, and thick thighs. It makes you dizzy. You can’t help but reach out and pinch the meat of his thigh.

“Hey!” He barks.

Unsurprisingly quickly, Logan delivers a sharp smack to your ass and you yelp in shock, jolting against him. “So fuckin’ naughty.”

The lingering sting coupled with his gruff tone has you squirming in his hold, whining low in your throat.

In a single sudden motion, Logan manoeuvers you off his shoulder, dropping you onto the couch. And suddenly you feel deliciously small pinned beneath his hooded gaze. He towers over you. His staggering height emphasized from your perspective where you lay against the cushions.

He’s assumed that authoritative stance that has every atom in your body buzzing–his arms crossed over his chest. This paired with his hard gaze is a lethal combination. He’s got that look in his eyes, like what am I gonna do with you?

“Sorry.” Insincerity bleeds through your tone. You like to get him like this. To rile him up until he is more animal than man.

Hazel eyes narrow as he grunts, disbelieving your weak apology.

“You wanna be sorry?” He asks with a quick flick of his chin in your direction.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you nod. His chest rumbles with a deep sigh.

Unable to avert your gaze from his face, you bear witness to the glorious sight of Logan shedding his button-down. Your hips wiggle subtly in anticipation–though Logan would call it impatience. The cotton article is tossed carelessly over the chair by the couch.

He crouches down with a soft grunt, nods. “Okay.”

Swiftly, you are tugged to the edge of the couch by Logan’s hands on your hips. Your skirt gets rucked up your waist, exposing you to the warm air of the house. Though it feels far more jarringly cool between your legs where you’re hot and wanting, pussy weeping for the older man before you.

“So fuckin’ soaked already,” He mutters, more to himself than to you. The comment has pleasure boiling low in your belly.

“Logan.” He glances up at you briefly then returns his eyes to your cunt.

You watch with rapture as his nostrils flare, no doubt overwhelmed by your scent this close to your centre. A predator ready to devour its prey.

For the briefest of moments, Logan admires the wetness seeping through your panties, presses his thumb against the clothed, leaking well just to see your hips jump. Biting back a pathetic whine is far more difficult when his lips twitch into a faint smirk.

There’s a change in his eyes in a split second where brows lower and pupils dilate. It’s then that he rips your panties down your legs and you swear you hear the distinct sound of fabric tearing. Gasping, you toss your head back between your shoulders, panting and warm all over.

His chest rumbles with a guttural sound, savouring the sight of you spread open wide and dripping for him.

Logan’s rough hands rub up and down your thighs, hungry. When they pause you swear you can feel his gaze burning a hole into the column of your throat.

“Eyes,” He demands.

You obey, catching a glimpse of him stuffing your panties into his back pocket from where he kneels on the floor between your legs.

The anticipation eats you alive, hips flexing, unable to remain still. Logan pins them down in an instant.

Everything quiets. Tunnel vision casts out any and all sound or sight besides him.

“Don’t move,” Is all he says before he’s diving in and devouring you, tongue hot on your sensitive skin.

“Fuck!” you cry, hands plunging into his hair.

He’s groaning the second his tongue licks up your cunt, dining on your taste. He gorges on you like he’s been deprived of your taste for far too long and he’s hollow without it.

You’re drunk and dizzy on the way his beard scratches against your skin. The way the thick hair rubs against your cunt and sensitive inner thighs. A carnal craving satisfied. He’ll pull away after and be covered in you, unable to kiss you without smearing your desire across your own chin.

The rough tug you give his hair causes him to grunt into you. He eats you out with zeal, an energy that so often eludes him these days.

“Feels so good…Shit…So-” you babble on, only half aware of the praise spilling from your mouth.

For now, you are not sorry about his overzealous approach. But you will be. After, when the burn becomes a sting. When you are unable to walk for a week straight without feeling the roughness of his beard between your thighs. When he’ll reach over while he’s driving and squeeze your thigh meanly as a reminder.

For now, you moan unabashedly as he nips at your clit harshly. Free roaming hands find warm skin, grabbing fistfulls of you. Rubbing your thighs, grabbing at your hips, spreading possessively over your stomach. Soon, his hand snakes under your top to squeeze at your tits, and you gasp sharply when he pinches your nipple between thumb and forefinger.

The fire in your belly rages on, burning bright, spitting ash.

“Logan,” You whine, long and drawn out, when he shakes his head back and forth animalistically, coating more of his beard in your wetness, your scent. He grunts against your pussy at the sound of his name hot on your tongue, the vibrations it causes driving you mad.

His roughness makes your cunt throb. You derive as much pleasure from the sensation of his tongue licking up your slit and circling your clit as you do from simply watching him like this. His eyes shut in concentration, locked in as he laps up your juices like it sustains him. Like he is taking his fill of you before he hibernates for the winter.

Just the obscene sounds of his hunger, the slurping and the groans emanating from deep within his chest are enough to prompt your hips to grind up into the pleasure his mouth provides. And he accepts all of it enthusiastically.

You get lost in it, his wet muscle prodding at your entrance, licking up your slit to spread the wetness he’d collected over your clit. He sucks it between his lips, causing you to groan.

Briefly, Logan pulls away, and you whine in protest. But his pause allows you to glimpse the parts of his beard that are now matted down with wetness. The sight causes warmth to spread across your chest, equal parts humiliation and pleasure.

“Taste so fuckin’ good, baby,” he pants against your thigh, warm breath fanning over your puffy cunt. “Look at you,” he slurs, thumb rubbing over your pussy, spreading the wetness all over.

Your hips jump and you whine again. Logan growls a quiet, desperate sound before diving back in, practically making out with your pussy and inserting two of his thick fingers into your heat.

“Shit! Lo-” his name gets cut off with a girlish moan, a high sound only he could pull out of you, body completely overwhelmed by the excess of pleasure.

“There she is,” he drawls, voice muffled and thick with lust before enveloping your clit in the warmth of his mouth and sucking. Your grip in his hair tightens as your hips grind into his mouth and down onto his fingers. Fingers which curl up into the gummy walls of your cunt, languidly brushing that sensitive spot inside over and over.

Soon, slow movements evolve into quicker, but still consistent and deliberate, pumps into your weeping hole. It is precisely then that the ever-growing fire in your belly begins to consume you entirely. The moment Logan’s jaw goes slack and he begins to desperately lap at your cunt with a near entire loss of coordination, your vision goes white.

Your orgasm crashes over you, an all-consuming force as Logan continues to fuck you with his fingers. It’s like you are bursting at the seams, coming apart in his hands. Every cell in your body catches fire as you roll your hips into his hand, riding out the waves of your climax.

You’re panting as you come down, hips slowing to a stop as your body becomes over-sensitive to his touch. You twitch as Logan slowly pulls his fingers from you, his head falling to rest on your trembling thigh.

“You know…For an old man, that was-”

You suck in a sharp breath, hips jumping at the harsh sensation of Logan intentionally rubbing his beard over your already burning inner thighs. He chuckles lowly at your reaction, but is quick to soothe you, laying tender kisses across heated skin.

Your hands trail down from his hair, and stroke a thumb softly over his cheek. He allows the sweet touches to continue for several moments before he pushes off his knees with a grunt. Logan falls onto the couch next to you, legs spread wide. Eyeing him in your periphery, you can tell he’s just as exhausted as you; his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.

You’re still panting softly as you watch him, your limbs like Jell-O, skirt hastily pushed up past your waist, and top askew. The sight of him licking his fingers clean of you makes your clit twitch despite its sensitivity.

Finally, he finds your eyes.

“C’mere,” Logan rasps, patting his thigh.

It takes great effort for you to crawl into his lap, and you don’t do it without some assistance. Logan’s hands grip your waist, pull you so you’re seated sideways over his thighs so as not to further irritate the burn.

You wind an arm around his neck, tenderly stroking the hair at his nape.

Logan rubs over the dough of your thighs, thumbs caressing between the split of them. Later, he’ll help you gently rub soothing lotion into them, but for now he’s all desire as he gazes down at where his hands press lightly into your legs.

“How’s that feel?” he asks quietly.

You can’t help but squirm in his lap a little, feeling him hot and hard beneath your thighs.

“Mmh,” you muse, staring down at his hands on you, legs raw and tingling. “Good.”

You can feel his eyes on the side of your face, the warmth of his body beneath yours. “Yeah?”

You nod, meeting his eyes before cupping his jaw and scratching softly at his beard, feeling the lingering wetness there. Briefly, his eyes drift shut and he groans quietly.

“How’s that feel?” you repeat his question back at him, teasing.

Logan growls, grabs the back of your head, and desperately presses his lips to yours in answer.

You moan softly into the kiss, holding his face in your hands as you lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue more than the whiskey now.

Then you’re trailing your hands down his chest and pulling away only briefly to tug his white tank off before your fingers deftly begin to undo his belt. The metallic clink it makes, the sound of leather sliding against cotton as it comes off, only makes your pussy clench around nothing as you whine into his mouth.

Your ardour makes Logan chuckle, breaking away from your lips in favour of kissing roughly down your neck. His hands now cup your jaw, allowing him to tilt your head back as his lips leave a trail of wet kisses across heated skin. You sigh as his beard tickles your neck.

“So needy,” he mumbles into your skin.

You groan and feel his smirk against the skin of your chest before he’s pulling your skirt and top off over your head and tossing them aside.

Wanting hands find their way into his hair again when he pulls away from your skin momentarily. He enjoys having you completely naked in his lap while he’s still mostly clothed. You can tell from the way his nostrils flare when he drags in a deep breath, the way his tongue wets his mouth before he pulls you close and latches onto your nipple.

He greedily licks and sucks and bites at one while palming the other in one large hand.

“Logan,” you breathe his name like a prayer, pulling him closer with hands locked in his hair.

His teeth graze your nipple, tugging it gently. Gasping in shock, your face twists up at the intense mix of pleasure-pain that swirls around in your gut. He releases your breast, breathing harshly over your now damp skin.

Impatient and needy, you can’t help but squirm in his lap, rubbing yourself over his hardness. Surely, you’ll leave a damp patch on his clean slacks. The thought only spurs you on, movements becoming desperate.

His cock twitches beneath you, tip probably an angry red and leaking sticky precum you selfishly wish to lick up. “Fuck, need to feel you, sweetheart.”

The whine his proclamation elicits borders on pathetic, and in a rush you’re helping him tug his slacks down just enough that his cock can spring free.

“So pretty,” you whisper, dragging your middle finger across prominent veins that run down his length, prompting him to twitch and hiss through his teeth.

Saliva begins to pool in your mouth, but you’re tugged back to Earth when Logan grabs your waist, ordering you to ‘turn around’.

Body buzzing in anticipation, you allow him to manhandle you into the right position, savouring the feel of his hands manipulating your movements.

“There ya go,” He praises, pulling your back flush against his chest. His hand sneaks up your chest. When it reaches your neck, he presses gently so your head falls against his shoulder.

Your eyes meet as your chest heaves.

“Open.”

Eyes remaining on his, you part your lips.

“Don’t swallow,” Logan instructs gruffly, brow quirked. He may as well have pointed a finger in your face, stern as he is.

You nod quickly, and he leans forward slightly to spit thickly onto your tongue. It’s so obscene a tremor wracks through your body as heat spills into your gut.

Hand below your chin, Logan closes your jaw for you, allowing his saliva to mix with your own before putting his hand in front of you, saying, “Spit.”

You obey a little messily, some ending up dribbling down your chin.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he says, smearing the sticky mess over your already messy cunt. You whine, all high and breathy. Still slightly sensitive.

Finally, he adjusts you, shoving you forward in his lap so he’s at the right angle to thrust into your wet heat.

Tandem groans are released into the air the moment he fills you. A millisecond to adjust. To savour how deeply he fills you before his hands are at your waist to help guide your movements.

Using your own hands on his legs as leverage allows for slow, deep thrusts that make your body quake. Those first sweet drags of his cock against your slick walls are enough to make you shudder.

Reaching a steady rhythm, you begin to pant, the exertion it takes to ride him like this tiring you out quickly. Though Logan is quick to help, supporting you with strong hands as he guides you up and down. Still, you’ve yet to lose your vigour. Entranced by the slow roll of your hips, the way his cock reaches the deepest parts of you in this position. His strong thighs bracketing your body.

“That’s it…That’s it.” Logan grunts lowly, nearly delirious and wholly mesmerized by how your body takes all of him. How you stretch around him to accommodate his size. Hypnotized briefly as he hungrily watches the place where you connect.

A gasp evolves into a moan as one of his hands leaves your waist in favour of seeking out the sensitive button at the top of your cunt. Clumsy fingers toy with your clit, slipping around messily. Flames lick at your nerve endings. On occasion he loses his place, unable to maintain a perfect rhythm from behind you, but just as quickly returns to circle the bud.

Another hand moves to your belly, pulling your body backwards, his sweat-slick chest now pressed up against your back. You wish you could drag your nails down his broad chest, watch as he loses himself in the feeling. But the closeness this position allows is worth the sacrifice.

Being nearly immobilized pressed up against him like this, giving him full control of your body, it feeds some deep desire. It’s the reason your head has gone a little fuzzy. He knows it too. He knows it when you let a whine slip past your lips. When you begin to grind back against him needily.

“Feel good, baby?” he rasps. At the same time, he rubs his middle finger over your clit in time with a deliciously deep thrust. All you can do is throw your head back against his shoulder, another wanton moan clawing its way up your throat, directly into his ear. That’s all the answer he needs.

Logan grunts in response. Pistoning hips setting a rhythm that is both intimate and punishing, making you dizzy. His closeness makes you dizzy. Those low grunts in your ear are enough to drop pearls of pleasure into the pit of your stomach. All of it contributing to the growing fog in your mind.

You writhe against him, an arm wrapping around the back of his head, keeping him close with a hand buried in his hair. Your other hand remains locked onto his forearm as it flexes with each rub of your sensitive clit.

Logan begins to grunt animalistically into your ear, unabashed about his desire for you. You feel it in the way his strong arms grip your body, ensuring your security. In the way he lets moans and grunts and groans rumble up from his chest, unafraid to let you hear what you do to him.

His hands all over your body, the deep strokes of his cock that reach the deepest parts of you, his soft grunts in your ear–it all feeds the flames in your belly.

“Fuck. S-so full,” you mewl, overwhelmed tears springing to your eyes.

“I know, baby. I know,” he placates, tone edging on mockery. His voice sends shockwaves through your body. The sweet humiliation it brings presses into your skin like a brand, leaving it white-hot.

More. You need more of him.

Desperately, clumsily, you grind back into him enthusiastically, writhing in his grasp. The rhythm turns staccato and messy as a result. But it doesn’t matter. You just need more.

You whine, turning your head towards him and he gets the hint, meets you halfway and licks hotly into your mouth the moment your lips meet. Your hands twist in his hair.

It’s messy and uncoordinated and your neck hurts twisted to kiss him like this. But then there’s the fiery taste of whiskey. And you. And him, his cigars. And the pain–it’s worth it. It’s necessary.

When you break away, only a thin line of saliva connecting your mouths now, it’s to gasp. Your brows furrow, pleasure twisting your insides.

You go cross-eyed trying to hold his gaze, and he grins. It’s a wolfish thing. A flash of his teeth, lips kissed red and puffy. The sight makes your pussy clench around him.

A smile tugs at your own mouth, probably fucked out and hazy with pupils blown wide. It only grows when the hand gripping your waist skims over your hot skin. On its journey, he grabs at your tits, pinches your nipple. Every sensation now blends together, overwhelming you with pleasure.

His hand pauses at the base of your neck where it grazes over the stretched expanse of skin.

A teasing squeeze. Once. Your brows knitting together. Twice. Your mouth dropping open. His grip not quite tight enough to cut off airflow and elicit that floaty feeling. But enough to make you whine low in your throat. You are at his mercy.

Eyes drifting shut, you cry out, feeling your climax building at the pit of your stomach. Breathy moans escape you with each rub of his finger over your sensitive bundle of nerves, edging on overstimulating. Each sharp thrust drives you closer to that edge, setting your body alight.

“Y’gonna come, honey?” Logan pants, voice hoarse.

These escapades exhaust him now. You’ve witnessed the way it sinks into his bones after. But there’s also the hint of a grin in his voice. Along with desperation. Desperation to feel you fall apart. An indication that the pleasure he provides, the pleasure he receives, is worth the exhaustion. It’s rewarding for him.

Your answer is the most pathetic whine, high and wanton as overwhelmed tears blur your vision, threatening to spill over. “Uhuh.”

“Oh, yeah?” he asks, and you swear his fingers were made to make you come apart at the seams when he rubs over your clit like that. Like it gives him pleasure too.

“Yeah,” you say, breathless, barely moving over his cock as he pounds into you from below, his strong legs beginning to tremble.

“Yeah,” Logan repeats. Mockery is thick on his tongue, a faux pout playing at his mouth. You lose it.

Everything else falls away. Tingling heat spreads beneath your skin as you finally let go. Your body thrums with your release, the feel of his damp skin at your back, his hands on your body, how full of him you are.

Logan has little room to be cocky. Because the moment you begin to clench around him–cunt pulsing with each wave of your orgasm washing over you–he’s grunting curses into your shoulder, leaving bite marks on the tender flesh as his warm seed spurts into you.

He shudders with his release.

“Fuck,” he growls, grinding up into you, his grasp on your body tightening.

In a flash, he removes his hand from your throat. And, distantly, past your post-coital fog, you hear the sound of metal unsheathing rapidly. You glance to your right.

Retracting claws reveal three deep holes pierced into the faux leather, showcasing thick wire springs and white stuffing.

Blearily, you drag your hand down his arm, running over hair and slowly aging skin. Reaching his wrist, you bring his hand up to your mouth, cup it in both of yours. You smooth your thumb gently over the edges of his knuckles, watch for moments as the holes very slowly begin to close.

You kiss his knuckles thrice. Once over each slowly healing wound.

Eventually, the skin will mend. The wounds will be nonexistent. They will heal in time. But his body is exhausted. And every time the claws come out, the cracks in his skin take longer and longer to repair themselves.

He collapses beneath you, rugged breaths pulled from tired lungs.

Carefully, he slides out of you and you help him tuck himself back into his boxers. Press a kiss to his forehead.

A whisper of, “Be right back.” against heated skin before leaving on unsteady legs to clean yourself up. His desire is a slow leak down your thighs now.

If he were a younger man, still full of strength and agility, he’d have done this part for you. You know he wishes he could. Part of you wishes he could too. But you like to take care of him too.

When you return, he’s still sunken into the couch, chest bare and sweaty. He accepts the glass of water you bring him, gulps it down thirstily.

Cuddling up next to him now, you brush the sweat-damp hair back from his face. You’ll allow him to pull you close. You’ll hold each other, stroke the skin beneath his eyes tenderly. The fresh dark circles there. And he’ll press soft kisses against the lingering bite marks on your shoulder, whisper praise into your ear.

When his honeyed eyes catch yours, you know he longs to spoil you. To scoop you up in his arms and take you to bed.

But this takes a lot out of him now. It will be days–maybe more–before you’ll be able to do something like that again.

So, you’ll take care of him. He’ll insist on having you underneath him. Begrudge the fact that the exhaustion will have yet to be leached from his bones. But acquiesce the moment your hands reach beneath his belt.

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whimsicalwritersstuff · 4 days ago

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── Movie night with the miller brothers.

No outbreak.

Pairings: Joel x f!reader x Tommy

Content warnings: 18+ ONLY, minors DNI. age gap (not specified), unprotected p in v, creampie, pet names, brief mention pregnancy, oral (m receiving), finger sex, breeding kink, praise kink, teasing, threesome, light spanking, cum eating/swallowing, manhandling, aftercare🎀

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You hum softly, pushing some buttons on the microwave. You hear it start to whirr, the bag inside inflating like a balloon. You lean back against the counter, watching the clock tick down.

You're wearing a thin white nightgown that falls just above your knees, the fabric hugging your curves softly. Your hair cascades down your shoulders in gentle waves, framing your face perfectly. You cross your arms over your chest, watching the microwav as the popcorn pops wildly inside the bag.

"Tommy! Did you put on the movie yet?" Your voice carries through the house towards the living room where Tommy is presumably sitting on the couch.

After a moment, you hear a muffled reply from the living room, "Nah, just got comfy. You almost done with the popcorn?" Tommy's voice is laid-back and casual.

You look at the microwave, seeing the timer wind down to the final seconds. "Almost... just a few more seconds." You lean back against the counter again, adjusting your nightgown slightly. The microwave beeps loudly, signaling the popcorn is done. "Got it!"

Carefully grabbing the hot bag from the microwave, you open it gently, letting the steam escape. You pour the freshly popped popcorn into a large bowl, the buttery smell filling the kitchen.

You hear heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around your waist from behind and a familiar scent of leather and cologne fills your senses. Joel presses a firm kiss to your neck, "Mmmph..."

He continues to nuzzle into your neck, his hands roaming over your stomach and hips possessively. "Smells good... You look cute in that nightgown." He murmurs against your skin, his growing erection pressing against your backside through his jeans.

"Mmph... You whimper softly as Joel's lips find that sweet spot on your neck again. You pull away slightly, trying to put some space between your body and his hardness. "Don't get any ideas, Joel. It's movie night remember?

Chuckling, Joel steps back and raises his hands in surrender, giving you some space. "Okay, okay sweetheart. Movie night it is."

Joel leans back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now run along before I change my mind, darlin'."

You stick your tongue out playfully at him, rolling your eyes before grabbing the bowl of popcorn. You head towards the living room, calling out. "Coming! And keep your hands to yourself during the movie!" You try to sound stern but fail slightly due to smiling.

Tommy turns on the movie, the opening credits filling the room. You sit down on the plush couch next to him, the bowl of popcorn resting on your lap. As you both settle in, Tommy wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "Comfy?"

You nod, snuggling into Tommy's side as the movie starts. The room is filled with the soft glow of the TV and the occasional crunch of popcorn. After a few minutes, Joel enters the living room, grabbing a seat on the other side of you, with a bottle of beer in his hand.

Joel sinks into the couch, his long legs stretched out in front of him. He takes a swig from his bottle of beer, the cool liquid slides down his throat as he settles in for the movie.

As the movie progresses, you start to get more comfortable between the two men. You lean against Joel's side naturally, stretching your legs out and resting them on top of Tommy's hips. Tommy doesn't mind; he even gives your ankles a playful squeeze.

Joel's arm wraps around your shoulders comfortably as he grabs a handful of popcorn with his other hand. You snuggle closer into his side, your head resting on his chest. He can feel your soft hair against his shirt and smells your shampoo.

"Mmm... gettin' mighty comfortable over here, aren't ya?" His voice is low and slightly teasing, one hand absentmindedly playing with your hair while he finishes his beer with the other. "Movie's awful boring, if you ask me..."

You wave him off without even looking at him, completely engrossed in the movie. "Shut up, Joel," you mutter, pulling your legs up slightly to get more comfortable. Tommy chuckles softly next to you, his hands now resting on your calves.

Tommy's fingers start tracing little circles on your leg as joel sets his empty beer bottle aside, his hand still playing with your hair.

As the movie continues, Joel watches it absently, his focus more on the soft strands of your hair between his fingers. He runs them through your locks, feeling the silky texture against his calloused hands.

After a few minutes of watching the movie, Tommy's hand slowly snakes up from your calves towards your thighs. He glances at you to gauge your reaction before his hand slides under your dress. His touch is warm and gentle as he starts stroking your thigh just below where it meets your hip.

Joel notices Tommy's hand disappear under your dress, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he keeps his eyes on the TV, his fingers still gently playing with your hair. He feels you shift slightly, but your focus remains on the movie.

Tommy's hand begins to massage your thigh more firmly, his fingers kneading the soft flesh. Slowly, his hand moves higher, slipping under the fabric of your panties. You can feel his fingers gently flicking the material aside, exposing your slick wet entrance.

You shift slightly in your seat, your cheeks warming up as you feel the cool air hit your exposed pussy. You bite your lower lip softly, trying to focus on the movie, but it's becoming increasingly difficult as Tommy's fingers slowly spread your lips apart, revealing your wet, pink center.

Tommy moves his fingers closer to your entrance. He gently rubs your clit in slow circles, feeling your wetness coat his fingers. He then slides one finger inside slowly.

As Tommy's finger slowly enters you, and you let out a quiet gasp. Your legs spread slightly wider without you even realizing it, giving Tommy better access.

Tommy adds a second finger, pumping them slowly in and out while his thumb presses gently on your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan, your hips starting to move involuntarily against his hand. The room is filled with the soft sounds of the movie and your suppressed noises.

Joel starts to notice the subtle changes in your breathing and the slight movements of your hips. He glances over at Tommy, noticing his hand under your dress. A slow smirk spreads across Joel's face as he sets his own hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up your thigh.

Joel's hand reaches the same spot where Tommy's fingers are working magic, and he gently pushes Tommy's hand aside. He slides one of his thick fingers into you making you whimper, Tommy starts to move his thumb on your clit as Joel begins to finger-fuck you slowly.

You start moaning softly as Joel lays your head down his lap. Your dress rides up, exposing your entire lower body to both men.

Joel adds a another finger, his thick digits stretching you open and Tommy continues to circle your clit. Your moans grow louder, muffled against Joel's chest as you feel completely stuffed. Joel notices your wetness dripping down your inner thigh and growls softly.

"Fuck, man... she's so fucking wet right now." His voice is a deep whisper, "Look at how she's takin' my fingers..." He picks up the pace, causing you to whimper and wriggle.

Tommy grins, his thumb working your clit faster in response to Joel's words. "She's lovin' it," Tommy murmurs back, his eyes locked on your face. Joel nods, his fingers curling inside you to hit that sweet spot.

Your head rolls back slightly as a loud moan escapes your lips. Joel's fingers hit your G-spot perfectly while Tommy's thumb presses firmly on your clit. The dual stimulation is overwhelmingly pleasurable. "That's it..."

"Fucking beautiful," Joel growls approvingly. His fingers pump vigorously now, curling deeply inside you while Tommy increases the pressure on your clit. "Such a good girl, takin' daddy's fingers so perfectly..."

The combination of their words and the relentless stimulation drives you closer to the edge. You moan louder, your hips bucking slightly against their hands.

Just as you're on the brink of orgasm, Joel suddenly stops moving his fingers and pulls them out completely. You let out a frustrated whine, your body aching with need.

Tommy also removes his thumb from your clit abruptly. "Not so fast," Joel says firmly,

Joel brings his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. The sight is incredibly erotic and leaves you feeling empty and desperate. Tommy sits back on his heels, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches your frustrated state.

"Look at her, all worked up and ready to explode. She's fuckin' gorgeous when she's like this."

Joel's large hand gently caresses your hair, his fingers threading through the strands soothingly yet firmly. "You wanna come, sweetheart? Gonna have to earn it."

You slowly sit up, your lips parted and chest heaving. Your eyes meet Joel's, then flicker down to his jeans. He nods slightly, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Mmm... I think you know exactly how to earn it."

Your small hands work quickly to unbuckle Joel's belt and unzip his jeans. His smirk widens as he watches you, clearly pleased by your eagerness. He lifts his hips slightly, allowing you to push his jeans and boxers down his thick thighs, freeing his large, hardening cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of Joel's massive, throbbing cock. You lean forward and wrap your lips around the thick head, sucking hungrily. Joel groans loudly, his hands gripping your hair tightly.

Joel's large hand grips your hair firmly, guiding your head up and down on his thick length. "Easy now, sweetheart... slow and steady," he groans out, "Take your time, doll, get used to my size."

You take his advice, sucking gently and slowly, trying to accommodate his massive girth. Your mouth is stretched wide around him, but you love the feeling of being filled so completely. "Fuck, yes... my good girl..."

As you diligently suck Joel off, Tommy quietly shifts behind you. His hands slide up your thighs under your dress, feeling your soaked panties. A soft groan escapes him as he spreads your legs wider and starts playing with your dripping pussy over the fabric.

Tommy's fingers find your clit and start circling it firmly. You whimper around Joel's thick dick, causing him to growl in pleasure. Tommy pushes the wet fabric aside and slides two fingers into your tight little cunt. "Fuck, I need to fuck this little cunt..."

Tommy pulls his fingers out of your pussy, making you whine around Joel's cock. He gently pushes you onto your side with your ass up in the air, still sucking Joel eagerly. Tommy sits on his knees behind you, quickly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans.

Tommy hikes your dress up to your waist, exposing your bare ass. He pulls down your ruined panties slowly, tossing them aside. His eyes are on your glistening pink cunt before he grabs his own thick cock and strokes it once.

Tommy slides his thick, hard cock through your soaked folds, groaning deeply as he feels how wet you are already from sucking Joel off and his fingers earlier. He presses the head against your entrance but doesn't push in yet.

"Jesus, Joel," Tommy mutters softly, "Look at this tiny little body. Her ass is so perfect, and this pussy..." He slides his length through your folds again, making you whimper around Joel's cock. "You see how wet she gets just from sucking you off?"

Joel groans and fists your hair tighter, gently fucking your face. "Look at how well she's taking both of us right now... her little throat is perfect for my dick, Goddamn, Tommy..."

Tommy starts to slowly push into your tight pussy, giving you time to accommodate his thick size. He grips one of your ass cheeks tightly and gives it a hard smack, making the soft flesh jiggle and turn a bright red. He groans deeply as he bottoms out inside you.

"Fuck... she's so goddamn tight." He smacks your ass cheek again as he slowly starts thrusting in and out,

Joel watches as Tommy fucks you slowly from behind while you continue sucking him off enthusiastically. The sight of Tommy's thick cock disappearing into your tiny body makes Joel's dick twitch in your mouth.

"Fuck..." Joel immediately grabs the back of your head again, watching you desperately try to take more of him into your little throat. When you gag slightly, it only makes his cock throb more. Tommy continues pumping into you from behind, one hand keeping a tight grip on your ass.

Joel's hand slides down your shoulder, pushing the thin strap of your dress aside. Your soft breasts spill out, bouncing slightly with each thrust Tommy delivers from behind. He groans deeply as he begins kneading one of your breasts, his calloused hands feeling up their weight and softness.

Joel watches your face as you continue to suck him deeply, your throat stretching around his thick length. He plays with your bouncing tits, squeezing them tightly before releasing them and watching them jiggle back into place.

The room fills with the squelching sounds of Tommy's thick cock pumping in and out of your tight pussy, your juices coating his length. The slurping and sucking noises of you enthusiastically bobbing your head on Joel's dick echo through the room.

Tommy's grunts grow louder as he pounds into you harder, making your breasts bounce heavily in Joel's hand. Joel moans deeply as your tight throat squeezes his length, your sloppy blowjob noises mixing perfectly with the wet sounds of Tommy nailing you from behind.

Joel's breathing becomes ragged as he feels his orgasm approaching. He leans back against the couch as he continues to knead and pinch your nipples roughly. After a few moments later his cock throbs violently in your mouth as he starts to cum, hot streams of thick cum shooting down your throat.

Tears roll down your cheeks from the mix of pleasure and being slightly choked by his size. You manage to swallow every drop. Behind you, Tommy continues to fuck you mercilessly, feeling your tight pussy clench around his cock. "Good fucking girl," Joel praises between gasps. Tommy grips your hips tighter, watching your body shake from Joel's intense release.

Tommy's grunts turn into a deep groan as he slams into you one last time, holding himself deep inside your pussy. You feel his cock throb and pulse as he unleashes his hot load directly into your fertile womb.

Tommy's thick load fills you completely, his hot seed mixing with your juices as he continues to pump it deep inside you. Joel pulls out of your mouth, watching hungrily as Tommy breeds you.

Tommy leans down, his face buried between your breasts as he pants heavily. "I'm gonna make a baby in this pussy," he growls possessively.

You lay on the couch, breathing heavily with flushed cheeks as Tommy slowly stops moving his cock inside you and tommy begins planting soft kisses along your neck and chin while Joel gently strokes your hair away from your face with one hand while keeping the other possessively wrapped around one breast.

"You're so fucking perfect right now... all swollen and filled with my brother's cum. You made daddy so proud..." He squeezes your breast gently, thumb brushing over the nipple.

You whimper softly, your body going limp as you nuzzle your face into Joel's hard stomach. "Mmh... Daddy..." you mumble sleepily. Tommy pulls out carefully, watching your pussy lips spread slightly, releasing some of his seed.

Joel looks down at you tenderly, running his fingers through your hair. "Shh, baby,"

"our baby girl needs some good rest now," Joel murmurs softly, exchanging a knowing look with Tommy. Tommy stands up, pulling his jeans back on. Joel gently scoops you up into his strong arms, cradling you bridal style against his chest.

As he walks to the bedroom, his arms holding you securely against his broad chest. He enters the dimly lit room, "There we go, baby,"

Joel gently lays you down on the bed, tucking a soft pillow under your head. He brushes a few strands of hair away from your face, smiling down at you tenderly. A few moments later, Tommy enters the bedroom with a warm, damp towel in his hands.

Tommy sits down on the bed next to you, gently spreading your legs apart. "Shh... don't move, sweetness," he whispers softly, slowly cleaning your sensitive folds with the warm towel. His other hand gently strokes your thigh. "Been such a good girl"

Tommy cleans his cum off your inner thighs, being extra careful and gentle as he removes any traces of his seed from your smooth skin.

Tommy stands up and removes his shirt and pants, leaving him in only his boxers. Joel does the same, removing his own shirt and pants. Both brothers climb onto the bed, one on either side of you, creating a protective cocoon around the sleeping beauty in the middle.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of their breathing and the gentle rustling of sheets as Joel and Tommy settle in on either side of you. Their warm bodies press against yours, Joel's strong arm wrapping around your waist while Tommy's hand rests gently on your hip.

You snuggle closer to Tommy, instinctively seeking his warmth. Joel takes advantage of your position, placing soft, gentle kisses along the length of your neck. His lips move slowly, savoring the taste of your skin as he marks you as his. "Mmm... so sweet,"

Joel continues to whisper sweet nothings against your neck, his voice low and soothing. "My beautiful girl... my sweet baby... I love you so much..." His hand slides up your side, caressing your skin gently.

Tommy pulls you into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling your scent deeply before the three of you fall asleep.

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