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I reiterate my point. Good writing is good writing and I appreciate some good taboo hurt/comfort with a grumpy dilf <3

Checkmate || Professor Logan x Reader Smut

summary: Your history professor is hot and you know that going after him is a mistake. He's double your age and also your professor. But you can't help yourself. You want him and he wants you. So now what do you two do.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, Taboo relationship (Professor x Student), the reader is meant to be 21-22 years old. Power imbalance, fem!reader, oral (f!recieving), rough sex, breast play, hickeys, spanking, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, bondage, missionary, bent over a desk, skirt kink low key, glasses kink, mean during sex Logan, complicated feelings.

wc: 5.3k (OOPS LMAO)

a/n: Hello! So this is my first smut fic in a while so please be kind lmao. I really hope it lives up to what I wanted it to be. Obviously, don't do this in real life. It is NOT a good idea ever. This kind of relationship is not healthy. With that out of the way I really hope you guys like it and I might. make a part 2. I have an idea cooking but idk so lmk if you want one! Please enjoy! Also I'm not going to be going back to smut writing full time this is just a one off so plz don't ask ty.

"You're playing a very dangerous game darling." Logan leans back in his chair, his glasses sit on the bridge of his nose as he stares at you with his intense green eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about Professor." You tilt your head, innocent eyes as you play that clueless college girl.

A hint of a smirk on your lips as you tighten the grip on your books. They rest just below your chest where your low cut top was leaving very little to Logan's imagination. You could see his eyes flick down just for a moment. A little win for you as you continue to play this incredibly dangerous game with your history professor.

You knew you had to have him the moment you stepped into his classroom. Everything about him was intoxicating. The smell of his cologne that would waft into your senses when he passed around papers and the slight bulging of his muscles when he crossed his arms.

The tight shirts he wore, the deep gravely voice as he gave his lectures, the fucking beard, and those delicious glasses that he wore. His stupid hair that was always styled to have these little tuffs that you just wanted to grab onto. He was just so fucking handsome.

You sat front and center, legs crossed and a smile on your face as you shamelessly eye fucked him every class. Of course he noticed, how could he not.

Not to sound egotistical but you're not the first pretty young thing to look at him that way and you won't be the last. It's textbook really.

The short skirts, the low cut tops. The innocent act, faking cluelessness just to come to his office hours. The dumb questions, the over exaggerated nods of understanding.

"Thanks Professor Logan, I really needed your help." They'd always say with their eyes begging to be fucked.

Some men might have even taken their offer. Caved at the first sight of bare skin and an eager face. But Logan was not some men. He had no interest in entertaining his desperate students. Was it harsh? Perhaps. But Logan didn't really care.

He's not interested in being some girls college fling. The story she tells when she's had one too many shots, giggling to her friends as she recounts the best night of her life with her professor. And yes, it would be the best night she's ever had. Logan would make sure of that.

But then you walked in.

Logan clocked you the moment you walked into his classroom. A subtle smirk on his lips when you came up to personally introduce yourself, leaning just a little too far over his desk so he could get a clear view down your shirt. The same song and dance. He almost laughed. But there was something about you that was different.

A fire in your eyes that he had never seen. You seem smart, smart enough to know not to sleep with your professor. Yet you don't seem to care as your attempts at grabbing his attention are relentless. He would call it pathetic but there's something different. You weren't desperate like the others.

You were hungry.

It was impressive really and he couldn't deny that you were certainly attractive. So he decided to play along. Logan...has had a complicated relationship past. One that has involved too much stress and relegated him a single man at 45.

Dating apps are utter trash and it's hard to meet someone naturally with his work schedule. It's not hard for him to get his fix when he really needs it. All he needs to do is go down to that dingy bar by his apartment and sit at the bar. It doesn't take long until someone comes to talk to him. Maybe that's why his ego is so big. But he can back it up which is more than most men can say.

Though he was never truly satisfied. Deep down he wants more than a one night stand. He craves true intimacy but he's given up on ever finding it. He misses the fun flirty parts of finding love. So what's the harm in indulging you just a little.

A double entendre here or there, calling on you more than he should, and when no one's looking...sending you a wink that makes your legs cross tighter. The harm? Costing him his job and disgracing everything he's ever worked for.

But isn't that what makes it exciting?

"You get A's on all my assignments. You have a 4.0, deans list every semester. Yet I find you in my office more than anyone else." Logan takes his glasses off and tosses them onto his desk.

He takes notice of the way your mouth practically waters as he stretches his arms above his head. His untucked shirt lifting just a little to see his bare abs. The game in action. When you fire he fires back. Predator and Prey, but you can't tell who's who quiet yet.

You shrug your shoulders. He watches you carefully as you walk around from the other side of his mahogany desk. Your skirt rides up just enough for him to see the hint of your black lace panties. Another classic move.

"Going to your office hours just really helped me retain the information." Logan clenches his jaw.

"Let me guess..." Logan leans back in his chair, his legs spreading as he shifts.

"You were top of your class at whatever shitty high school with overbearing parents and this college is your first real taste of freedom and you think, what better way to stick it to your parents than to sleep with your professor. How does that sound?" He sounds so condescending as he slowly gets up from his seat and place his hands on his desk.

Leaning closer and closer to you with every word until his lips are mere inches away. You can smell a hint of cigar smoke. Of course he smokes.

"Close. I was valedictorian, I do have overbearing parents, but I'm not the ditzy naive college girl you think I am. " You reach up and grab onto his tie. Your nails play with it as you debate on untying it or using it to pull him forward.

You decide on the latter.

"But if that's what you're into, I can certainly play the part." You pull him close so that your lips were at his ear. Your voice makes him shiver. His eyes closing as a low groan escapes his throat.

"Is that what you like? Having a young, innocent girl throw herself at you?" You push, enjoying how much it's getting to him.

"I'm certainly not innocent but I can pretend." You let go of his tie and he stands back up. His eyes are wide as it seems his cocky attitude has slipped just a little bit.

"Oh professor I'm so clueless about this essay." You pitch your voice higher than normal as you stick your lip out in a pout.

"Will you please help me?" Logan rolls his eyes at your dramatics. You're enjoying this but you have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

"You think you're mature? A big girl who can make her own fucking choices huh?" He growls.

He grabs your books and tosses them to the floor. They clatter with a loud bang. Suddenly the mask slips just a bit, fear shoots through your eyes as you wonder if someone heard. It's well past office hours and most everyone has gone home but there could be a janitor or another professor staying late to work. Logan sees that and bares his teeth, ready to sink them into you. An upper hand, an weak point he can use to his advantage.

"What's wrong darling? Scared someone might walk in and see you spreading your legs for your professor?" He taunts as his hands grab your thighs.

"Not at all, because they'll just see the old, lonely professor between his poor students legs." You bite back. Logan raises an eyebrow as his thumbs slowly caress your skin.

"Feisty." He hums.

For a moment the two of you just stare at each other. The reality of the situation weighing on you. You could get into so much trouble for this. This could ruin everything. But you don't care. You've worked too hard to walk away now.

You want him, more than you should. Waking up a extra early so that you look just right for him. Asking questions you already know the answer to. He's been on to you for a while but you knew that. You've been waiting for this. Both of you think you've been playing the other but right now all the cards are down and it's just a matter of who strikes first.

"If we cross this line, we can never go back. Do you understand me?" Logan says lowly.

One of his hands reaches to grab your chin. His thumb pulling at your bottom lip as he studies your face. Anything that could convince him you didn't want this. That he had taken things too far. But there was none of that. Nothing but pure and utter desire was in your eyes.

You reach over and grab his glasses that were discarded on the table. Silently you slip them back on his face. You always though he was hotter with them on. Logan lets you, finding it quite amusing.

"I understand. I don't want to go back." You say breathlessly.

Your hands reach for your blouse. Logan freezes as you unbutton your shirt painfully slow. Teasing him until he can finally see what you've been dying to show him. You're bare skin. No bra. How did he not notice before? He can feel his jeans get tighter as he stares unabashedly at your bare boobs.

"What? Never seen a pair of boobs before Professor?" You purr, really stretching out his title. You know it turns him on. It's taboo but so much fun. Your hands gently coming to cup them, push them up and play with them. They're partly covered by your blouse but it still drives him completely mad.

"Dirty fucking girl." He growls.

You gasp as he wraps one hand around your waist. Sliding you close enough to feel his bulge press against your panties. With his other hand he slides whatever books and pens were sitting so neatly on his desk to the ground with a loud clatter. You look towards the door once again and Logan smirks.

"Just you and me here sweetheart. Promise." Logan knows the schedule of every professor here. No one bothers to stay any later than they have to and the janitors are practically none existent. Not that he blames them. The school doesn't pay them enough anyways. He lays you down so your back is on his desk.

Your legs hang around his waist as he grabs your blouse and rips it apart.

"Fuck, aren't you just perfect." His hands are cold as he grabs your breasts in his hands. It makes you shiver. He squeezes them softly, almost hesitantly.

But it doesn't last long as he bends down and takes one of your breasts in his mouth. His tongue teasing your nipple as his hands grope and play roughly. Your back arches up, pushing them closer into his face. His glasses smashing against his face but he doesn't fucking care. A quiet whimper is music to his ears as he continues his pleasurable assault on your boobs.

"Always showing these off." Logan mumbles as he finally lets you catch a breath. His lips now trailing up to your neck.

"You show your other professors your tits or am I the only lucky one?" He asks tauntingly.

He already knows the answer but man does it stroke his ego to hear you say it. You bite your lip as you reach for his tie. Needing him to take off his damn shirt. He grabs your hands and pins them to your side. His mouth biting harshly into your shoulder before his tongue soothes the now painful spot.

"When I ask you a question I expect an answer." He clicks his tongue in a disappointed manner.

"Just you." You whine as you try and grind your hips, craving any kind of friction against your aching cunt. But once again Logan stops you. His hips pining you down.

"Almost there..." He purrs. You flex your hands as your brain starts to malfunction. How does he expect you to focus? Prick.

"Just you Professor." You pant and he lets go of your wrists.

Your nails dig into his shirt as he pulls at his tie. You messily unbutton his shirt to reveal his ridiculously toned chest. Your mouth waters as he shrugs his shirt off and places his tie on his desk. A devilish smile on his face as he does so.

"You're smart but I bet I could turn that brain dumb real fucking quick." He says. It's not a guess, it's a promise.

"Get up." He commands and you scramble to your feet.

He cups your face, its almost sweet as he smirks. He leans down and presses a kiss to your cheek before turning you around and bending you over his desk. Talk about whiplash. He lifts your skirt up to get a good view of your ass in that black lace he saw earlier. You shakes your ass teasingly and Logan isn't having it.

His hand slaps against your ass harshly making you jolt. Your eyes widening in shock at the pain. Though the pain doesn't last long as he drags his fingers along your cunt. Fuck they're so big.

You rest your elbows on his desk as you try and control your breathing. He's barely touched you and you're already going insane.

It's torture.

Pure torture.

His fingers stop and you let out an angry huff. Logan chuckles at your impatience. His hand reaching up and pulling the crotch of your panties back, letting them go and grinning at the loud snap against your skin.

"Can you hurry up?" You snap.

"Oh I'm sorry darling, is the teasing a too much?" He asks mockingly. He presses his crotch against your ass as he bends over so he could whisper in your ear.

"I agree, how terrible it would be to tease someone over and over." His false sympathy is really starting to piss you off.

"It would be like dressing in slutty skirts and shaking your ass in front of your professor after every class." You close your eyes as you realize this is payback.

"Didn't think you were one to hold grudges." You look back to glare at him and he just laughs.

"I don't. Think of this more as a learning opportunity." He falls to his knees his hands kneading your ass roughly. You just know he's got that stupidly handsome cocky look on his face.

"Yeah? What lesson are you trying to teach professor?" You try to gain some control back but Logan isn't having it. He slaps your ass again and you bite your lip. The pain dissolving into pleasure in an instant.

"Teaching you how to show some fucking respect." He growls as he leans in shoves his face into your clothed cunt. His tongue moving much to slow for your liking.

"You're fucking soaked right through darling." He hums as he pulls your panties to the side.

Your face falls onto the desk as he buries his tongue deep in your cunt. Soft whimpers fall from your lips as Logan absolutely devours you. His moans are pure filth and you start to wonder if he'll even come up for air. The sounds that fill the room are completely obscene. His nose presses against your ass as he continues his assault on your pussy. Tongue moving with expert skill. His hands have a firm grip on your ass and he isn't letting go any time soon.

You moan as his tongue plays with your clit. Teasing it every now and then when you least expect it. You're pussy is practically dripping onto his tongue. Begging for him. It needs him. You gasp when he finally pulls away. You sneak a look back and somehow he's gotten even hotter.

His eyes are dark with lust, his completely breathless. His glasses are fogged up and crooked but he doesn't even bother to fix them. His eyes meet yours and you shiver at how intense his gaze is.

"Fuck. Tastes so fucking sweet." Any reasonable thoughts and words fail him as he grabs your hips and pulls you right back onto his face. Your hips move involuntarily, chasing the sweet, sweet pleasure he offers with that dirty tongue of is.

Logan wanted to give you a proper punishment. Tease you a little until you're begging him to touch you. But the moment he got his first taste of you, all those ideas went out the window. He needed you, he craved you. The pleasure is intense and he's not letting up.

Without thinking you buck your hips trying to move away. You don't want him to stop but you just need to breathe and Logan was sucking the air out of your fucking lungs. Logan growls, actually growls. You whine when he stands up, abandoning your cunt to pin you down onto the desk.

"You're moving around too fucking much."

He grabs your hands and puts them behind your back.

"Is it too much hm? You bite off more than you can chew?" He ask. It's like he wants you to tap out. To prove he was right and you were in over your head. But you won't give in.

"No. Just want you to hurry up and fuck me. Or are you still trying to get it up old man?" You taunt.

His jaw clenches as he grabs his previously discarded tie and wraps it around your wrists tightly. Even tying a bow that he smirks at, a present just for him.

"You want my cock darling? Fine. I'll give it to you." The metal clinks of his belt make your heart skip.

Excitement surging through your body as you're finally getting what you want. You bite your lip as he tears your panties off your body. He very loudly sniffs them, groaning at the smell and tossing them behind him. Fucking perv.

He gives you no time to think as he rubs the head of his cock along your cunt. Using your own wetness to slick up his cock. Before you can utter another word he slips his tip in. A loud cry fills the room as you get your first raw feeling of Logan. He's massive.

You always hoped he'd be but fuck. He's stretching you beyond belief. Heavy, girthy, and bigger than any normal man should be. He nudges the deepest parts of you and he still hasn't bottomed out.

"Aw am I too big for you?" He thrusts his hips to shove himself in a little more. You don't even recognize the noises that fall from your own lips as he slowly takes you apart just by sliding in.

"N-No." You wish you had your hands free but there was something incredibly sexy about being tied up. At being at his mercy.

Logan wraps one of his hands around your neck. Not tight but firm enough so that you're well aware he's there. He's everywhere. He's all consuming. He leans down to kiss your bare back, his beard scratching your skin as he travels up to your shoulder.

"No? So this isn't too much for you?" He hums in your ear.

Your eyes squeeze shut as he finally bottoms out. His balls slapping against your ass he bullies his cock in. You shake your head. Refusing to waver. Though it was getting hard to even focus. You're completely overwhelmed and he can tell.

"Hey, breathe darling." Logan presses a kiss to your temple. He can feel how erratic your heartbeat has gotten. A soft moment breaking through the tension. You want to hold him. You want to kiss him and bury your face into his chest. You want all of him.

"I'm okay, just please. Fuck me Professor I need it so bad." You wail. Logan lets his forehead fall onto the back of your head.

He pulls his hips back slightly and slides back in. Easing you into himself into your cunt over and over until you start to open up for him. Your cunt is begging to be fucked and it doesn't want to let him go. Now what kind of man would he be to say no to her? Logan rests his hands next to your head, letting go of your throat.

"I'll take care of you honey, all you need to do is take it alright." He coos as he pulls all the way out until just the tip was still nestled inside of you.

With one harsh thrust he fucks his way back in. You barely recognized the cry that left your throat. His pace is ruthless. His glasses are falling off his face from the force so he just takes them and tosses them to the ground. Nothing is going to get in his way.

"Fucking shit." He hisses he slows down his movement.

He's not ready for this to be over. Slowly he fucks himself in and out. Watching in awe as you just suck his cock right up. Clenching around it. So warm and wet and fucking tight. You can't think straight anymore. Words have long left your brain as you can only manage a few incoherent mumbles and noises.

"Where'd my smart girl go? Did I finally fuck you dumb?" He asks, resting all his weight on one hand as he brushes some of your hair out of your face. His hands pushing your head to the side so he can see you better. You open your mouth but nothing comes out but a whimper.

"Hm? Come on you can do better than that." He leans down and brushes his lips against your cheek.

"Just one word?" You take a deep breath and clench your fists tightly. His dick is so far inside of you that you can feel him in your lungs.

"More." Your voice is shaky as you glance up at him, a pleading look in your eyes. Logan scoffs in disbelief.

"You really are a wanton little whore." He pulls out roughly making you whimper.

His movements are uncharacteristically wild as he unties your hands. Tugging and pulling fiercely until your wrists are finally free. You don't have time to even rub your wrists before he's got you standing and facing him.

You glance down and see his cock standing up, hard and leaking. This is the first time you get to see it in all its glory. If it was up to you you'd drop to your knees and suck him off right here.

But Logan has other plans. He grabs your ass and hoists you onto his desk. Pulling your legs until they're around his waist and the tip of his cock slips in.

"You want more? I'll give you more. I just want to watch your tits bounce while I fuck you and then see what kind of face you make when you come on my cock." He slams his hips forward and you claw at his arms.

You tilt your head back as Logan places his hand on your back. He pulls you closer and you use your hands to keep you upright. His lips latches onto your chest. Sucking hickeys that you'll for sure have to hide tomorrow.

"Professor..." You groan as this new positions sends him deeper. He's pounding into you relentlessly. Using gravity against you as he's practically pushing you up and letting you fall right back onto his cock. His other hand presses onto your stomach and you whimper.

"Feel that? I'm in your fucking guts honey." He purrs. Your head falls down and you see his hand on your stomach. Your voice is raw as he rails into you. Wailing and moaning from just how good you feel.

Your head feels faint and you can only hold onto Logan as your only anchor. His rough hands feel so nice on your burning hot skin. Though you can't focus for long as your eyes drift to his cock going in an out of you. It's hypnotic. Just him pushing his cock in over and over.

"I'm so close honey, just need you to come. Think you can do that for me?" Desperation slips into his voice as he rests you back onto the desk. One hand on your breasts while the other plays with your clit with tight circles. It's utter devastation as you convulse under his touch. The pleasure nears pain as you become completely overstimulated.

"Shh...It's okay. I got you." Logan coos.

His eyes squeeze shut as you come hard. Your cunt clenching him so tight he swears he's going to burst right then and there. Fuck he wants to. He wants to fill your pussy with his hot cum and watch it drip out. Stain his desk so that every time he looks down he can see the remnants of this night.

"Too much Logan please." You cry as you feel him pounding into you through your orgasm.

"You're okay, just take it honey. You said you could just let me fuck you a little longer." He begs.

He wraps both arms around your waist and picks you up, falling back into his chair and planting his legs onto the ground. You mewl loudly as your forehead falls onto his shoulder. You're nothing but a toy at this point. A plaything he can use to wet his cock.

With the extra leverage he repeatedly thrusts his hips up into you. Bouncing you on his cock until he can't take it anymore. With an animalistic roar he pulls you off him as his cock spurts cum all over his stomach. You watch in awe as he makes a complete mess of himself.

Logan falls back into his chair, his chest heaving as he brushes a hand through his hair. The other hand making slow soothing circles on your back. You can't help but notice he kept you in your skirt and blouse while he's completely naked. Not that you're complaining though.

Logan reaches up and brushes his fingers along your jaw. He's got this look in his eyes that makes you nervous. Not because he's angry or regretful. But he's content. The line has been crossed and you both know it. This was a game to the two of you, that's all it was supposed to be. So now what?

"Are you okay?" He asks quietly, your breasts are littered with hickeys and he can't help but admire his masterpiece.

"Yeah, I am." You sigh as a pleasurable ache starts to set in.

You haven't been fucked like this in a long time. Logan sets you back onto his desk as he starts to gather the clothes that were discarded onto the floor. He cleans himself up as best with some spare papers. Not the most ideal but he uses what he can.

You slowly button your blouse, some of the buttons are now missing and you huff at the thought of having to buy a new one. It's quiet as you both get redressed.

You pick up Logan's tie and try your best to smooth it out for him. He watches in amusement as you rub it against the edge of the desk. He slips your panties into his back pocket after finishing dressing.

"I think those are mine Professor." He stiffens at the sound of you calling him that but he just shrugs.

"A souvenir of sorts." He hums as he rests his jacket along your shoulders.

"Do I get a souvenir?" You ask semi jokingly. He reaches for his tie and wraps it around your hand.

"If you want one darling." He presses the tie into your hands and you realize he's letting you keep it. You smile as you hold it to your chest in an almost protective manor.

"We can never do this again." He says seriously, the reality of what had just occurred slowly setting in for the both of you.

"I know." You say as you pull his jacket tighter around your shoulders.

He tilts your chin up as he studies your face. He's seen a lot of students come and go through his class. Some of them he remembers, the star students, the annoying ones. But you, well he'll remember you for a long time.

"You'll come to class and sit where you always do, raise your hand and answer questions and I'll answer them. But no more office hours. No more short clothes." He says and you listen. If anyone were to find out about this. It would mean the end of both your careers and yours hadn't even started.

"The semester is almost over and you'll be out of here soon. A college graduate." He gathers his things and packs them into his brief case. Handing you your books that he had thrown on the floor earlier.

"Will you miss me?" You ask hesitantly. It's a dangerous question.

"You know I can't." He says as he helps you off his desk. Your legs are a little wobbly but you can still walk.

"I know, but will you?" He thinks for a moment, refusing to meet your eyes as he shuts off the lights. He can't answer it because he knows he will. Of course he will.

So he just gives you a somber look and you nod in understanding. You follow him out of the building, worried someone might question why you're both here so late but there's no one in sight.

"Let me call you an uber before I go. I don't want you walking home this late." He says as he pulls out his phone.

"Oh it's okay I don't live far." You tell him but he insists.

"I shouldn't be here when they pick you up but my car is close by. I won't leave until I see you get in." He says. That still gives him some anxiety but he can't drive you home. It's too risky.

"I understand, I'll see you in class tomorrow Professor." The word feels odd coming from your lips. The meaning has been tainted for ever.

"See you tomorrow." He doesn't know what to do now. He can't hug you, kiss you. But turning and leaving just feels wrong. So he waves. You laugh as you wave back.

As he walks back to his car when he hears you call out his name making him stop. You're running to catch up, stopping before him and blurting out the question you need the answer to before you walk away forever.

"Do you regret it?" You ask him. He should. You both should regret this. It's shameful and completely inappropriate. In fact you should never speak again if you know what's good for you. Logan sighs and turns to face you.

"No. Not at all." He says firmly.

"Neither do I." You tell him. You smile softly and turn away, running back to the spot where you're supposed to meet your uber.

Logan rubs his jaw as he unlocks his car. Getting in and waiting until the car comes to pick you up. He stays in the parking lot for a while. Watching on his phone until you it says you've been dropped off. A part of him wants to check just to make sure but he know he can't.

The next day he shows up to class and you're right there front and center. Gone are the risky clothes and it seems your real taste in clothes make you look even cuter. He shakes the thought away as he starts to pulls up the lecture.

"When most people think about war they think of the big moments. The bloody battles, the famous figures." He walks around the room as he talks. His students typing away at their laptops as he changes the slide.

"But when everything's said and done. The aftermath is what really affects the people. How war can change a nation." He stops right in front of your desk but he doesn't dare sneak a glance.

You look up at him, nerves settling under your skin as you wonder where he's going with this. There's no possible way anyone could know what happened between you two but you still shift in your seat as he utters his next sentence.

"What happens...when the game is over?"

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a-5-m-0-d-3-u-5 · 2 months ago

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Finally had a chance to finish reading this. Ugh, the hurt/comfort potential is just leaking out of this. If you're feeling inspired to make a part 2... 👀