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felinaone · 10 months ago

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Goodness, i’m having my childhood crush fantasies fulfilled Ngl 🥵😮‍💨♥️

A Touch of Madness

Logan Howlett X girlfriend!reader

Summary: Logan comes to you after being away, and all he wants is your touch, and he knows just how to get on your good side. This is just porn without plot.

Takes place in the same universe as Too Sweet but can be read as standalone

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), fingering, couch sex, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, the claws make an appearance (I have a thing for his claws okay), Logan is obsessed with his girl, fluffy relationship, established relationship

WC: 3.9k

A/N: how did I make this longer than too sweet when it was supposed to be a Drabble. Hello idk how to write short shit. But like hello yall are so awesome? I appreciate all the love yall have given my first Logan fic. I also have an older Logan fic in the works but that one has plot so it’ll be a minute before its out. For now here this <3

He couldn’t take it anymore. You were driving him mad. It’s not like he deserved your anger. Not fully anyway. It wasn’t his fault he was gone this long. He had been thinking about you all week, about your soft lips, about the warmth of your thighs, about your sweet moans only for his ears to hear. And all he wanted was to pull you into his arms and take you, over and over, until you begged him to stop.

But no.

You were being childish. That’s what he called it anyway.

“Sweet girl,” he called after you, like a puppy following close behind you as you strided around your apartment. He knew you were doing it on purpose, the excuse of having to do chores so you could elongate his torture. The way you so innocently looked back at him made him clench his jaw. “C’mon.”

“Don’t sweet girl me, Logan. I told you, I’m busy.” You sassed him, huffing as you kept walking, finding the most insignificant of chores to waste your time with. He rolled his eyes at you, eyebrows furrowed into this perpetual gaze of annoyance.

The truth was, you were aching for him, your thighs warm and your skin tingling solely at the thought of him taking you to do as he pleased. But, if there was something in this world you could be, it was petty. And if you had to suffer a whole week without him, he could suffer for an hour, even if it was also at your expense. Truly, you almost enjoyed the annoyance in his face, the sharpness in his voice, him damn near groaning behind you every time you evaded him under the excuse of needing to get some dumb chore done.

“You’re killin’ me here, sugar.” He actually groaned this time, his jaw set. You stopped in your tracks and turned your head to look at him, shooting him a pointed look. “I said I was sorry.”

“Serves you right. And I don’t care if you’re sorry. You haven’t called me in a week.” Your words were sharp with bitterness and it dawned on him. That was why you were upset. A slight bit of humor tugged at the corner of his lips and he breathed out a laugh. You stared at him with blank eyes, you weren’t laughing.

“C’mon, is that seriously why you’re upset? You know I was out of the state.” He tried to reason with you. Charles had entrusted him and Storm with finding a certain mutant that was causing havoc, three states over. And Logan had very much underestimated how long this would take them. So here he was, after a whole week away, damn near begging you to let him touch you. “It wasn’t like I wanted to go anyway.”

No, he would much rather be with his sweet girl, one that was being particularly difficult and making him suffer when all he wanted to do was hold you, to feel the warmth of your soft skin.

He stepped into your personal space, his intoxicating scent almost making you give in. You counted to five in your head, eyes closed to remind yourself that you were, indeed, angry at him.

“So? You got a phone, don’t you? You could’ve called me.” You huffed, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a small pout, Logan had to hold back the urge to laugh at you. “You can’t disappear for a week and expect to come here and do as you please.”

You shot him a sharp glare, he just stared at you, eyebrows raised in surprise at your sudden shot of confidence. His sweet girl was talking back to him? Giving him attitude? He tilted his head at you, almost as if to dare you to walk away from him.

There was a bit of malice in your eyes as you gave him one last look before you walked away, thinking of what other useless chore you could add to continue his torture. But Logan had other thoughts in his head. If you weren’t going to behave, he would happily put you in your place.

“Hey, c’mere or I’m gonna bring you here myself.” He called after you, the strings of his sanity hanging on by a thread, just waiting for you to tug at the last strand. He knew you too well. You turned your head, eyes big in feign innocence and you tilted your head at him in defiance.

“Make me then.” The words left your mouth before you could think them through. In hindsight you should have known better, but you also wanted to see just what could happen if you pushed him hard enough. You saw the way his eyes flashed with malice, he stared you down, and in that moment you remembered just how small you were compared to him. “Oh fuck.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as adrenaline rushed through you, but it wasn’t like you could go outrun him, especially not in your tiny apartment. He caught you, though he did purposely chase you into your living room, simply because he wanted to get you going, pumped with adrenaline. You squealed as he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you against his chest. His sharp canines nipped at that one spot on your neck that had you whimpering.

“You goin’ somewhere, sugar?” He husked, his lips hot on your cheek. You couldn’t help but sigh in contentment, eyes closed. God, you missed him.

“Mhm, still mad at you.” You mumbled, barely hanging on to your silly grudge. A chuckle rumbled in Logan’s chest.

“That’s alright. I don’t need you to be happy with me to do what I want to do.” He inhaled, breathing your sweet scent, and he spoke as he threw you over his shoulder. “Just need you to look pretty while I do it.”

You weren’t complaining about your position, you were in fact, bursting into giggles as he effortlessly carried you to the couch, though your giggles turned into another squeal when he smacked his hand flat against your ass. Logan had a grin on his lips as he tossed you on the couch, wasting no time in spreading your legs apart to settle between them.

He leaned down, gripping the armrest above your head, caging you in as he leaned down. He brushed his nose against yours, sighing softly.

“Don’t be such a brat. Kiss me.” The words rumbled in his chest with a groan, his primal needs overcoming his senses. He didn’t have to tell you twice. You laced your fingers in his hair, pulling into a hard and heated kiss.

His tongue slipped inside your mouth as he shrugged off his flannel, tossing it somewhere on the floor, his belt soon following the same fate. You tried to sit up against the armrest, but you quickly realized Logan had other plans deep in his perverted mind. With a hold of your ankle he dragged you down on the couch, your back flat on the surface as you looked up at him with big eyes.

“Stay just like that, pretty.” He spoke, pressing another heated kiss to your mouth before tugging off your sweatpants, followed by your panties. He tossed them somewhere over his shoulder, somewhere you would have to run around searching for later. But you couldn’t give a fuck about that. All you could focus on was the heat forming between your legs as Logan settled between them.

His eyes met with yours one last time before he was diving in between your warm thighs. His tongue licked long stripes from your hole up to your clit, circling around the sensitive nerve before going back down. Over and over until your soft gasps and sighs of pleasure turned into moans. His large hands gripped your thighs, spreading you open to do as he pleased. One leg hung over the back of the couch and the other was thrown over his shoulder, and he effortlessly held you down as he shoved his tongue into your cunt. He was like an animal, insatiable as he took you on his tongue.

“Oh fuck. Shit—Logan—” Your eyes rolled back, lips parted as you whined. You gripped the back of the couch, soft twitches taking over you each time his nose brushed your clit.

It was no secret that Logan found pleasure in giving you yours, and he ate you like it. Grunts and hums rumbled in his chest as his tongue found your clit again, and he reveled in the particularly high pitched cry you let out when he slipped two fingers into your wet core.

“Needed to taste you so fuckin’ bad. I thought about it all week.” He spat into your clit, groaning at the way your tight walls squeezed his fingers. He could only imagine what you would do when it was his cock stretching your walls.

“Yes, yes, yes.” You chanted, fingers lacing in his hair as he lapped at your clit. You wished you could hold your pleasure, rivet in it for just a little bit longer, but the way he curled his fingers against your most sensitive spot, the way his tongue was so relentless on your swollen clit, you couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh my—”

Your words never left your throat, chest pounding with sheer adrenaline as your release coated his face and fingers. It was sudden, it left you breathless as your thighs twitched with aftershock. Your eyes were wide and glossy in shock as you shuddered with the remnants of your orgasm. It wasn’t until you pathetically attempted to drag yourself away that Logan stopped. You were shaking, gasping softly when he pulled his fingers from you, but you all but cried when he licked at your wet pussy, getting a taste of you.

“Logan, please I can’t—” Your voice was shaky as you tried to move away from his face, he chuckled at you, pressing his face against your inner thigh before he crawled up to your face.

“‘Is okay. You did good.” He kissed your lips, his large hands holding your face as he let you taste yourself on his tongue. You moaned, clenching around nothing already in anticipation of him filling you. “You wanna stop?”

“No, no, no! Need you, please!” You were quick to protest, wrapping your legs around his waist to prevent him from going anywhere. You couldn’t really stop him from doing anything, but he found it endearing that you tried. He bumped his nose against yours, lips pulled up into a tiny smile.

“Need me where, hm?” He opened his eyes to look at you, and truly how he didn’t bend you over the nearest flat surface the second he saw you was beyond his comprehension. You looked so perfect like this, underneath him, clinging to him. His sweet girl. He didn’t know what it was about you, but from the moment he met you he was done for. You drove him absolutely mad and now he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Inside me, Logan. Please.” You sighed out, face flushed with embarrassment. He smoothed out the frown lines on your forehead with a tiny kiss. A sweet gesture in comparison to what he was about to do to you.

In one swift motion he had you bent over the armrest, with your ass to him and your chest flat against the armrest. You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as you glanced over your shoulder to watch as he pulled off his white tank top. Your glazed eyes fawned over each perfect muscle in his body, taking particular interest in the veins that popped in his arm when he flexed them as he ridded himself of his jeans. How you ended up with a man so incredibly hot, you had no idea, but you were thanking the Gods for that.

“I need to be inside you, too.” He rasped into your ear, groaning in ecstasy as he sank himself into your needy cunt. Your jaw fell open he filled you, inch by inch. He pulled your t-shirt over your head, instantly attaching his lips to your shoulder as he rutted his hips against your ass.

His pace was grueling from the start, grip tight on your hips, sure to leave bruises in the morning. A little reminder of his intoxicating presence. You braced yourself on the armrest, sounds of pleasure leaving your lips almost instantly. He pressed his forehead against your cheek, the thick hairs on his chest leaving a tingling sensation across your back as he held you flush against his chest. Heavy breaths filled your ears as you so desperately reached to touch him, any of him. Your trembling fingers found the sound of his face and he leaned his head to capture your parted lips into a messy kiss. He swallowed your sweet sounds as the sting of his cock had you squeezing the life out of him.

“This what you needed, hm? Maybe I should fuck sweet pussy more often? Give it more attention?” He grunted the words in your ears, lips pressed against your cheek as a sheen layer of sweat began to coat your soft skin. You whimpered and nodded weakly, your cunt clenching him with excitement. He smirked softly, his hand coming up to lace through your hair. “Yeah? You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweet girl?”

Logan held your face down as his hips drilled into you, each delicious drag of his cock bringing you closer and closer to your sweet release. God, you needed it. All you could do was moan in response.

“Y-yes! God, yes. Please Logan.” You whined out shamelessly, eyes rolled back into your head. Logan hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he pressed his lips to your temple, the gentle gesture ironic considering just what he was doing to you. He said nothing as he sneaked his free hand to the front of your body, rough fingers rubbing harsh circles on your sensitive clit. Your jaw fell open, your hand flying to grip his wrist. Your thighs clenched around his hand, whining as his cock brushed that one spot that had you seeing white. “Logan—”

Your voice was a warning, but he welcomed it. He flicked his wrist without mercy as he rolled his hips, his words only encouraging you to fall apart for him.

“Come for me, pretty girl. You can do that, can’t you? I know you want to.” He let go of your hair to turn your head to meet his eager lips. He happily swallowed the pathetic sounds that left your mouth as he flicked at your clit, his cock hitting so impossibly deep you were left trembling as your release seeped around him.

Logan held you down on his cock, his thumb playing with your clit until you were gasping and your nails dug into the skin of his wrist. He kissed along your jaw as his hips stilled for just a second, your body still shaking underneath him.

“You okay?” He asked softly, grabbing your face to look at him. You looked at him with hooded eyes and nodded weakly, barely lifting yourself off the couch.

“Yeah. ‘m okay.”

Logan tilted his head at you, an eyebrow raised with amusement as he leaned down to leave a kiss to your sweaty forehead.

“Perfect.”

He grabbed your hips, pulling out his cock to manhandle you onto your back before he was sinking himself into you again. Your slick walls welcomed him perfectly, like this was the only place he belonged, but he wasn’t complaining. If he could die, he would die happily buried deep in your cunt.

“Oh, God, Logan.” You gasped, thighs twitching as you looked down to find where his thick cock is filling you, splitting you open over and over. Your jaw fell open as you watched him grab one of your ankles and he held it up by his shoulder, spreading you open for him to dig himself deeper and deeper within you tight walls.

“Look at me, baby.” He groaned, chest heavy as a thin layer of sweat covered his muscled body. You did your best to comply, you looked up, eyes blurry with tears of pleasure as he damn near folded your body in half. Your knees were pressed against your chest as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours. “Yes, there she is. My pretty girl. I missed you.”

You couldn’t help but moan at his words, and also at the sting of his cock rapidly bringing you to your third release. The way he brought your legs to his shoulders, he sunk himself so deep within your walls you swore you felt him in your stomach. It felt so good you wanted to cry.

“Missed you too, Logan.” You brought your lips up to his, eyebrows furrowed into an expression of pure arousal as you gripped his hair, clinging to him for dear life.

Your release was quick and sudden, hitting you without a warning the second Logan pressed his thumb to your swollen clit. You were just so sensitive, tears staining your cheeks as you sobbed. You clutched on to his large bicep as you spilled around his cock. The way your tight walls squeeze him made him groan, eyebrows furrowed as he focused on chasing his own release while fucking you through your own.

“Look at you, you’re just so good for me. Fuck it, I’ll just take you with me next time.” Groans fell freely from his soft lips as he braced himself on the back of the couch with one hand, and the other held the armrest above your head. He leaned down to press his forehead against yours as your sweet praises and chants of his name filled his ears.

The sound that rumbled in Logan’s chest was animalistic, a deep growl as he coated your insides with his hot release. The metallic sound of sharp claws filled your ears once more as his claws unsheathed themselves from his knuckles, one on the back of the couch and the other just above your head, again. You gasped his name with a soft laugh, though you would be lying if you said it didn’t drive you feral when his claws accidentally came out. You brought a hand to his face as he pulled his claws out of your couch, the sharp metal once again hiding themselves within his knuckles with a sound. He held himself up on his forearm as his head fell to your neck.

“I’ll pay for it.” He muttered a chuckle into your neck, leaving a soft kiss to your jaw. You laughed, draping a hand over your forehead, breathing in deeply as you felt your mixed releases seep around his cock and drip onto the couch. He should just buy you a new couch, he thought.

“Wanna buy me a new body while you’re at it?” You teased him, already sensing you would have bruises and your thighs would ache for days.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern filled his voice as he lifted his head to scan your face for any discomfort as his hand came up to graze the thigh draped over his waist. You scrunched up your nose at him and shook your head.

“Of course not hun. Don’t be silly.” You traced your fingers over his face and gave him a lopsided smile.

“I did miss you, for the record.”

You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I missed you too Logan.”

“Lemme clean you up sugar.” He sneaked a kiss to your cheek as he untangled himself from you, much to your protest.

You whined at the emptiness he left you as he stood up. Though you did quite enjoy the sight of his perfect ass he walked off to find something to clean his mess with. When he came back, he had a small towel and he cleaned you without protest, he left warm kisses on your face as you talked to him about your day. He ultimately tossed the towel aside and slipped on his boxers, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of his still hard cock, but you needed a break. You didn’t let him leave though, reaching to grab his wrist with soft eyes

“Wanna watch a movie? I miss watching movies with you.” You mumbled, voice soft as you looked at him with pleading eyes. He laughed softly at you, you made it sound like you hadn’t seen him in a month.

But, how could he ever say no to his sweet girl?

“Mhm, put on somethin’ .” He gently moved you so that he was lying behind you on the couch, his big arms wrapped around you as he held you against his chest. Though you were still completely naked, you paid no mind to it. It actually felt kinda nice to be so close to him and feel the warmth of his body in such an intimate way.

He covered you both with the throw blanket you always kept over the couch for days exactly like this, for those days you wanted to feel warm and close with him on the couch. He ignored the three holes where stuffing was coming out of the ripped fabric as he pulled the soft blanket up to your chest and as you happily settled in his arms, clicking away at the TV. He would buy you a new couch, just as he bought you new pillows, and new blankets. And anything you asked him to, really.

Logan wasn’t used to domestic, the soft touches, cuddling, but he liked doing it with you. He craved it actually, probably just as much as he craved the sex.

“Next time you’re away that long, just give me a call? Please? So that I’m not worried sick thinking you died.” You finally said, the whole reason for such intense feelings merely an hour ago finally surfacing. He laughed softly at how ridiculous you sounded. He technically can’t die, he thought.

“I wouldn’t.. I can’t…Y’know what? You’re right. I’m still getting used to this whole having a girl thing. But I'll do better, yeah? Don’t need you to be mad, sugar.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek, settling his face on your neck as he attempted to pay attention to whatever horror movie you decided to watch today. “But if you’re gonna let me fuck you like that when you’re mad, get mad more often.”

“Logan.” You scolded him, nudging his ribs softly as a warm blush coated your cheeks, knowing you wouldn’t hurt him, but it still made him chuckle.

He had to admit, he lasted way longer than he did last time. He lasted almost halfway through the movie before the feeling of his cock sitting hot and heavy in his boxers became apparent to him again. He inhaled your scent softly, his lips ghosting over your neck as he rolled his hips softly against your ass. And while you did try to protest, whining that you wanted to get through one movie with him, the sting of his cock was better than any movie in this world. The credits rolled, the soundtrack now drowned out by the sound of your sweet moans. Logan would be damned if he let you leave the warmth of his body for even just one second tonight. Or maybe ever.

#felinaone recs ⊹ .ᐟ #logan howlett x reader #this one is just *chef kiss* 😮‍💨👌🏻

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felinaone · 11 months ago

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You dropped this, Miss Lia. 👑

Too Sweet

Logan Howlett X F!Reader

Summary: you tell Logan not to hold back anymore. And who is he to deny his sweet girlfriend anything? This is just porn without plot

Wrote this with Xmen/X2 Logan in mind but you may picture whichever Logan suits your needs

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it my children), oral (f receiving), fingering, soft rough sex, Logan talks you through it, creampie, choking, the claws make an appearance (duh), Logan is obsessed with his girl, established relationship

WC: 3.2K

A/N: SOMETHING SHORT SHE SAID. I need to be put down. I am feral over this man. Seeing DP&W got me acting tf up. It put me back into my Logan obsession so I rewatched all of his movies. And now I need him. So here you go. Might write more with him soon. For now is this.

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You were sweet. You were, oh, so sweet. Such a pretty sweet thing. You were so going to be the death of him. Playing with the strings of his sanity, of his composure. Worst of all, you were doing nothing at all to make him go insane. Other than love and care for him that was.

He tried, he really did, he tried to keep himself under control when he was with you, and he was doing a pretty good job of it so far. But god, today, today you were going to make him loose his fucking mind. He had decided to visit you, unannounced he stopped by your apartment. And what did he find? You, in the kitchen, in nothing but a red flannel, his red flannel. Speechless, he was.

Logan stood in silence, blinking slowly as his eyes took in every part of you with growing intensity. Your legs were bare, your ass barely covered by the length of his shirt and you seemed rather happy like this. Is this what you did when he wasn’t around? And why did the sight of you suddenly wake deep within him an overwhelming need to ruin you?

Almost as if the intensity of his presence got your absentminded attention, you turned your head to find him standing in the entryway with an unreadable expression. And though a little bit flustered by his unannounced visit, you welcomed him with a soft smile.

“Hi Logan.” You greeted him with glee, all but skipping over to him to greet him properly, of course. You were standing on the ends of your toes and throwing your arms over his broad shoulders while he just stood in ominous silence, only a deep exhale leaving his lips. “Are you okay baby?”

“Yeah.” His voice strained with restraint as he fought the deep urge to throw you over the nearest flat surface. Instead he simply placed his hands on your hips, squeezing unevenly as he gave you an eyebrow raise. “New shirt?”

“Oh,” Your lips fell open in a bit of embarrassment and you laughed softly, flustered as you looked down at the shirt that was clearly not yours. It kind of smelled like him still. “Yeah so, my washer broke, I don’t know what happened to it, and I couldn’t find anything comfortable so… Does it bother you?”

Did it bother him? The only thing that was bothering him was his already hard cock straining against his jeans.

“A pretty girl in my clothes? I would be fucking stupid.”

The way his words left his mouth made you laugh. But the look in those hazel eyes was anything but humorous. Animalistic and full of need. Your lips curled up into a smile as he leaned down to crash his lips against yours. Messily and intensely his lips moved against yours as his hands squeezed and touched everywhere he could, as if he didn’t know which part of you he craved to feel more.

“You’d look prettier on your back though.” He muttered against your mouth, lightly nipping at your bottom lip. You were more than happy to comply.

A string of giggles left your lips as his lips tickled over your stomach. You laid flat on the soft covers as Logan settled between the warmth of your thighs. He pried your legs open, fingers digging into your skin as his sharp canines lightly nipped at the plush flesh on your inner thigh. You gasped, though overwhelmed with excitement.

“Logan.” You scolded him, knowing you would have a mark there, but the sound of your voice turned into a delicious whine when he pressed his nose into your panties, inhaling that oh so intoxicating scent of yours.

An almost animalistic growl rumbled in his chest, “I’ve been thinkin’ about this sweet pussy all day.” He pressed a hard kiss to your hole, the bridge of his nose bumping your clothed clit. The sudden pressure had you gasping for air, your chest pounding with anticipation.

Your panties were off your body and thrown over his shoulder in a split second, his lips latching on to your clit with reckless urgency. One would think this man hadn’t seen you in weeks, when he had seen, and taken you only two nights ago. Alas, that was one the things you loved the most about Logan, his unending need to touch you, to feel you, to be all over you. You thought he would get tired eventually, but his drive was almost animalistic. He never had enough, though he often held back for your sake.

His tongue lapped at your pussy with abandon. From your hole to your clit, circling and sucking before diving back into your walls. Squirming, you were chasing his mouth with your hips, body overcome with pleasure as he worked your walls. It annoyed him at times, the way your hips moved and lifted off the mattress with sensitivity as he fucked you with his tongue, when his nose brushed against your clit. With a frustrated grunt, he grabbed a hold of your thighs and pressed your knees against your stomach, holding you down and spreading you open for him to do as he pleased.

“You squirm too fucking much.” He huffed, but there was a slight bit of amusement laced in his tongue.

Your response came in the form of a whimper, a pathetic sound that only grew louder when two thick fingers replaced his tongue inside your wet hole. He looked up at you with pure primal need as his fingers worked your tight walls, crooking against that one spot that had you crying.

“Please, please Logan.” You didn’t know what you were pleading for. Mercy? Sweet release? To be ruined? You didn’t know.

Logan raised an amused eyebrow at you, wet lips curled up into a tiny smirk as he moved his tongue back to your clit. He licked and sucked to match each delicious drag of his fingers. The sounds leaving him were just as filthy as the things he was doing to you, groaning and grunting into your pussy as he ate you like a starving man.

It was no surprise that he had you shaking and crying, overcome with pleasure, eyes blurry with tears, your release rapidly approaching. You latched on to his hair, tugging and pulling at the strands as your pathetic sounds filled the room.

“That feels so—ugh—feels so good—please.” Were you making any sense? No. Did he care? Fuck no. Seeing you so desperate, so consumed with pleasure, a complete and utter mess for him, it snapped something in him. Deep inside the most perveted and secluded corner of his mind, he liked it. And though he shouldn’t, he wanted more.

Your release was hard and sudden, your loud sounds were almost as overwhelming as the feeling of his tongue still lapping at your sensitive clit. You were writhing on the mattress, nearly crying as you had no option but to take it, it wasn’t like you could run away, not with the way his free held you down, one hand of his was stronger than all of you combined. All you could do was sob and pull at his hair as he dragged out your orgasm.

“L-Logan.” You pleaded weakly, throat dry as you pushed yourself up on your elbows, chest glistening with a layer of sweet, lightly clinging to the fabric of Logan’s shirt. All you could see was his dark hair before his eyes met yours. The look behind his eyes was indescribable but it had you clenching you around nothing when his fingers left you.

Your thighs twitched in aftershock when his mouth left you. You felt him press his forehead against your thighs, his hardened breath fanning against your hot skin for a long second. He needed a second to calm down, keep himself under control, he couldn’t let his primal instincts get the best of him.

You ran your fingers along his face, threading through the hair along his cheek and you silently ushered him up. He complied, in an instant settling between your open legs to find your mouth again. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, it was all so much for your clouded mind. His fingers were on your hair as his mouth took yours with growing urgency. You could feel him through the roughness of his jeans, brushing against your clit in ways that made you dizzy. You needed him, and you needed him bad. You reached down, trembling fingers fumbling with his belt, but before you could undress him he was pulling back, rough fingers holding your wrist.

“Hold on, just hold on a minute.” He was breathing hard, chest pounding as he looked at your confused face.

“Wait, why? What's wrong?” God, you were too sweet, too kind for him, he couldn’t do it.

“I just… Shit.” He closed his eyes, jaw set as tried to control his clouded mind, but he could only do so much to restrain all of the filthy things he craved to do to you. The way you were looking up at him, eyes big with concern, gentle hands holding his face, preventing him from going anywhere. “I think we should stop. I should stop.”

“Oh… I mean.. We can stop whenever but.. Why? Did I do something wrong?” You were sitting up, and the sadness and disappointment in your pretty eyes made him curse at himself.

“No. No. Fuck, no. I’m the problem. I don’t think I can hold myself back anymore.” He finally admitted it, words leaving his chest with heaviness. Your face remained the same, confused.

“Well, why would you? I never asked you to.” It finally dawned on you what he meant, and you were unbothered, if anything the look on your face was of eagerness. With malice, you threw your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “I don’t want you to hold back with me.”

“Sweetheart..” He was warning you, voice rumbling in his chest as he closed his eyes, one last attempt to keep his composure before it was inevitably too late.

“I won’t break Logan. I trust you. And I want it.” Your last words came out with sharpness, a grueling intensity that had him groaning under his breath. You pressed a kiss to his jaw, almost as if to emphasize your point. And it was like a switch flipped in his head.

With an uneven breath he was sitting up on his knees, white undershirt thrown to be forgotten somewhere in your room. And you were happily delighted as you watched him toss his belt aside and undo his jeans. He pulled his cock out of his pants with a strained groan and you were holding your breath in anticipation, legs open and welcoming him. His eyes were dark with pure raw desire as he settled between your legs, cock hard and heavy as he kicked the rest of his clothes off like it had insulted him.

“Don’t fucking hold back.” You snapped at him as he held himself up on his forearm, his other hand holding himself against your entrance. Your words shot straight to his cock and his lips curled up into a grin.

“Hold on, pretty.” He rumbled, chest heavy as he sank himself into your wet cunt in one single thrust.

Your lips fell open, eyes instantly rolling at the delicious feeling of his thick and heavy cock splitting you open. It was an intoxicating feeling you couldn’t get enough of; you were fucking sure he had ruined every other man for you. Not that it bothered you.

The pace he set was grueling from the start, one hand braced on your pillow beside your head and the other on your thigh, rough fingers feeling up and down the skin as he drove his cock in and out of your walls. Sounds of pleasure left your lips almost immediately as the sting of his cock had you dragging your nails up and down his back, leaving red angry marks that healed in a split second. He absolutely adored the burning sensation your nails left on his skin, over and over.

It was brutal, the way his hips drove you into the mattress as he fucked the life out of you. You did ask him to, you realized that perhaps your lack of restraint when it came to him would indeed be the end of you today, but at least you’d die happy by his cock. His forehead touched yours, eyes on your chest as he forced the buttons of his shirt open. His hand immediately cupped your breast, squeezing and he forced your body up and down on the mattress with each relentless snap of his hips. You cried out, head thrown back as your cunt squeezed his cock, unable to do much other than take everything he had to give you. His hand traveled up your chest to your exposed neck, fingers sprawled over your throat but not putting pressure.

“Yes. Please, yes, do it.” Delirious, cock-drunk, fucked out, you might have been all of those things, but you were perfectly aware of him surrounding you, caging you in, consuming you. And you wanted all of it.

“Fuck, pretty.” His lips brushed yours as his fingers lightly squeezed your throat. He could feel the air leaving your tightening throat, and the way you squeezed his cock in response had him creasing his eyebrows with pleasure. “This what you wanted? You just wanted it rough, huh?”

You were nodding your head, breathless as blood rushed to your face, the lack of blood flow making you all the more delirious. Absolutely lost, so deep within your pleasure that your brain wasn’t working anymore. All that was consuming your mind was Logan, his scent, his sounds, the tip of his cock brushing that spot that had you squirming. You didn’t even realize tears were coating your cheeks, so lost that your moans had turned into cries.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay.” The hand on your neck moved to swipe away your tears as he leaned down to kiss your cheek in an attempt to bring you back to reality, the gentle gesture a juxtaposition to the ruthless drag of his cock. “There’s not a single thought in that pretty head of yours, huh?”

He adjusted himself above you, his chest pressed against yours, thick hairs tickling your skin with each deep stroke. There was a bit of smugness on his pleasured expressions, seeing you so utterly out of it, his cock being the reason. Seeing such a sweet little thing coming completely undone by his hand gave him a sense of satisfaction that made his cock twitch.

He held your face, watching the way your eyes rolled back with pleasure, the crease in your eyebrows and your soft lips parted as filthy sounds left you. It was the prettiest of things.

“It just feels so good, huh? Can’t even talk.” he huffed a laugh, his nose brushing against yours as his free hand found your swollen clit and you were gasping as your thighs shuddered, sweet release building. “Talk to me, pretty girl. Tell me how good it feels. ‘Cause this sure feels so fucking good to me.”

“Mhmm!” It took your brain a long minute to register his words, it was damn near impossible to focus on anything when his cock was making you feel so good, when you could feel your release so close. “Feels so good—Please, need it. Logan please.”

Who was he to ever deny his sweet girl anything?

Logan moved his free hand to one of your thighs, holding it and bending it so that one of your knees was damn near next to your head. He drilled into you, fucking you into the matress and rubbing harsh circles on your swollen clit until you were nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess, filled with the neverending bliss of your release.

“That’s it, atta girl.” He pressed his lips to your bruised lips, swallowing the pathetic sounds of your orgasm as he continued to chase his own. Your release seeped through his cock as his hand left your clit. He braced himself on the pillow beside your head he continued to fuck you into his release. “You’re doing so well sweetheart, take it just like that.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as you sobbed, the hairs at the base of his cock grazing your clit as he abused your hole. Desperate hands latched on to his hair as you held him, simply taking everything he had to give you. He was close, so incredibly close, composure completely gone from his body as he chased his release with selfish abandon. He dropped his face into your neck, sharp canines nipping at the soft skin, surely to leave a mark or two.

“Please Logan. Come in me. Please, I need it—” Though broken, in between pathetic whimpers you pleaded to him. And if he had any self-restraint left it was fucking gone.

The sound that rumbled in Logan’s chest was purely animalistic, a feral growl and the sound of metallic sharp claws rang in your ears next to your head. You gasped in pleasant surprise, moaning at the thought of him losing control like this. It should concern him, it should. But he couldn’t give one fuck. He coated your insides with his release, eyes closed and eyebrows creased into this twisted expression of rapture. With a couple final thrusts he pumped you full of himself until you were leaking around his cock. Only then did he still his pistoning hips.

“Fuck.” You heard him grunt in your ear, followed by the sound of his claws sheathing back into his knuckles. Your eyes widened with aftershock and your wash chest was heavy as you panted.

Logan lifted his head from your neck to look at you, heavy breaths leaving his chest as he tried to bring himself back to reality.

“I… I didn’t mean to..” He trailed off, though slightly apologetic as he caught a glimpse of the three punctured holes on your pillow, he did not regret it one bit. You were quickly shaking your head at him, a tired smile on your face.

“Don’t be. That was like, so hot.” You bit your lip, throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you pulled him into a kiss. He hummed, hand beside your head as he brushed your hair out of your face. “You owe me some new pillows though.”

“Yeah? Might owe you more than that then.” A smug smirk replaced his concern as he rolled his hips, making you aware of his still hard cock, hot and heavy in your walls. You gasped, wide eyes meeting his own. “What? You thought I was done with you?”

With a hold of your arm he flipped you on your stomach, the sudden movement making you whimper. But the thought of him taking you over and over sure had you eager in anticipation. Though as his cock sunk into your cunt once more you were beginning to wonder just how much your curiosity was going to cost you. Surely a whole day in bed tomorrow would be in order. He was so going to be the death of you. Little did you know, you were already going to be his.

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Hi!! I'd like to request some phantom of the opera themed dividers if that's alright. Thanks for taking requests, even if you pass on this one. All your stuff is great! ✨

hi! I can give that a shot - hope you like these! 💖

[Free] Masterlist Headers & Dividers!

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here's some heart dividers, also my first post!

Credit is always appreciated by tagging me 🖤 I'll slowly be posting more as I go, requests are not open for now.

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*-* 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊 and 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑-𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍!𝐅!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 !

height diff • denied orgasm • soft-spoken praise • vaginal fingering • light sensory play • shy reader . . . . .

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒: 3.3k

𝐏𝐑𝐄́𝐂𝐈𝐒: John's noticed your darkened ears and gentle gasps at even the faintest of his touches. He wants to play around with this a little... ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒: This turned out WAY fluffier than I intended. John is a super sweetie with his baby. I was surprised to see just how active the community is over here for Keanu content! Was planning to keep my works relegated to AO3, buuuuut figured I might as well post some little things here. Kinda stuck on my longfic project for now... so, uh... yeah. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it, at least!

Your breaths fell from your lips in quiet, shaky gasps as you watched him take a knee before you with an uncannily fluid grace. You couldn't help the anxiety that licked at your belly in that moment. What are you doing? The words were caught in the back of your throat, strangling what little composure you had left. You watched his hands; pale and rough, rest over your knees. His thumbs idly smoothed back and forth there almost reverently; and the chill that ran up your spine was quite obvious as your shoulders lifted, your chest slightly convexing outwards for the briefest of moments.

You weren't sure why it happened. He'd walked in on you all settled into his black leather armchair, all soft legs and innocence in the quiet tranquility of a summer's evening, and maybe he just thought it was time. He knew you. He knew how, with even just a hover of his hand over your lower back, your hair would stand on end. He could see the way the humidity made the thin cotton fabric of your nightie cling to your heated skin, and he felt that it was time.

There was an intentional pause in the air between the two of you. The intensity in his eyes was subdued, clouded with some kind of hot-blooded need as you searched each other's gaze. He watched your lips as if expecting you to speak.

❝John...❞ Your voice was hardly audible, and the thought was left incomplete. It was entirely likely you didn't even know where you were going with it in the first place.

❝Yes, starlyetka?❞

Starlyetka. The muse of his soul in a play where there was no audience, no one to bear witness to this tumultuous love affair that unfolded under moonlit skies. The moon was your limelight, in fact; the stars flashed shutters as they cast a tempting glow over your form through long windows. His thumbs continued to trace a path of sensational sparks against your flesh.

It was only with the use of such a special pet name that you found enough confidence to ask your question: "starlyetka" a whispered prayer wrapped in John's dry, deep tones.

❝What are you doing?❞

John’s gaze then fell to the sliver of skin that peeked out from under the skirt of your nightie, and his breath ghosted over one of your thighs as he leaned in to press a sweet, lingering kiss against it. As he did, his hands began to inch upwards at a leisurely pace; pushing the fabric forward to expose more of you as they went.

❝What does it look like I’m doing? You tell me...❞ He murmured calmly, his lips still close enough that you could feel the gentle tickle of his facial hair where he spoke against you.

It felt as if your entire being was alight with sensation; goosebumps began to crop up where the man hadn't even so much as grazed you yet. You could feel him putting pressure against where his hands traveled, not forcing your legs apart but definitely guiding you in that direction. More than a little intimidated by his actions and flush with consternation, you brought your palms to your face to hide behind them, groaning against them with a not-so-sexy demeanor.

You weren't allowed time to regret your actions until you felt him pull away completely, leaving behind the ghost of his breath and palms. Your solace was limited. His eyes were still on you, and you could sense it even if you couldn't see it.

Then, you heard him say your name in an effort to capture your attention — and it sounded even more intimate than being called his starlet. You felt his hands curl around yours, strong and insistent but still measured. It was clear that he didn't want to scare you away from this even as you blinked through the darkness to focus on his handsome face. They were fraught with concern, his brows drawn together and his forehead beset with that all-to-familiar tension that happened whenever he was in the middle of some serious thought. He had a tendency to make up for his rough, withdrawn edges with an overcompensation of care for you; always handling you with a tender thoughtfulness that at times seemed beyond this world.

After a fleeting moment, his features finally softened, and he released one of your hands to rest his against the swell of your cheek. He held it there, and you instinctively tilted your face into it with a calming sigh, your eyes lulling to a close. Without words, his touch was enough to settle your nerves, if only while it was present.

❝You're not ready for this.❞ A healthy measure of understanding laced his words. His statement would've been phrased as a question just a few short months ago, but he knew you better than you knew yourself at this point; and you couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. You opened your eyes, and they lowered shamefully. God, at times you felt so childish to keep him waiting; even if you never once felt pressured by him, you never once felt like he would leave you if you didn't give in. He was unreal. It made you feel even worse for being so hesitant to cross that line.

John must've noticed this. His other hand quickly came up to cup the other cheek, and soon you were searching his dark depths as he reassured you. ❝You have nothing to be ashamed of. You know that I love you, right?❞

You must've looked like a love-struck kitten as the corners of your lips quirked up into a coy, barely-there smile; because it drew forth one of his rare grins in return, the faint crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepening at the expression. He leaned in to press another little kiss to your forehead before he brought himself to stand at his full towering height once more, turning to leave you to your thoughts.

Suddenly, your mouth felt obscenely dry. You forced your tongue out, darting to wet your parched lips as you spoke with a cracked stutter. You couldn't have that. You couldn't just... make him keep tiptoeing around you like you were some antique porcelain doll to be handled delicately and only when necessary. You were his lover.

❝John, wait.❞ You reached out to grab at his wrist with urgency. He paused to look back at you over his shoulder. The weight of his gaze both thrilled and intimidated you to your core. His smile was gone, and his veil of stoicism had returned; but at least he didn't look at you with any cold rigidity.

You, too, stood. You rounded to stand in front of him, your fingertips hesitating in the space between, working gently as if you were trying to talk yourself into initiating the contact. Eventually, they found a home against his chest with a featherlight touch. You admired the sight of them there, thinking of how his muscles must feel underneath his shirt. ❝I-I may not be ready for… that… but maybe… maybe there's something else we could do…?❞

The tension returned to his face — something akin to concern. ❝We don't have to—❞

You were quick to cut him off, your tone adamant. It was all about fake it 'til you make it with your rare bouts of confidence, anyway. ❝I know. I know. Please, don't look at me like that. Sometimes I want you so bad that my heart feels like it's gonna pop. I don't know what to do, but… I know that I want you. Somehow. Some way. It doesn't help when you look at me like I'm so… fragile.❞

Vulnerability seeped from every pore of your being with the soul-bearing confession of your desire; albeit spoken in the kind of reserved vocabulary only a virgin could possess. Your arms slinked up to wrap around his neck, hot breaths mingling as you propped yourself up on your tiptoes to offer a tempting whisper against his lips: ❝Touch me, John. Please. Please.❞

John had always been a quiet man. You weren't sure how exactly you worked up the willpower to approach him in the first place; but every day since you were reminded of just how wonderful of a decision it really was. It seemed that this moment was no exception as he laid you down on the cool, silky sheets of his bed, his lips against yours with a fervor so passionate that you were sure he would leave behind a little beard-burn on your chin. And oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God— that night he tasted of a smooth whiskey, distilled through the sinuous labyrinth of your heart and barrel-aged within its bloody core.

You could feel a hand at your thigh once more, and he pushed your dress up to expose the plain white cotton of your panties. The air kissed you in intimate places that you'd only ever felt stepping out of a hot shower or changing out of your day clothes. A needy whine sounded against his lips at the sensation, pushing through the tense confines of your chest. That simple act was enough to make your hips rise up from the comfort of the mattress about an inch or so — just enough to help him along on his intent to bare your beautiful, perfect body.

But he stopped. He stopped, and the pressure of his touch became firm as he moved to press down against your belly with a guiding hand. Your hips returned to their resting position.

❝Settle down.❞ His voice was a firm yet soft-spoken command when he parted from your lips. Your brow visibly furrowed as you looked up at him in confusion. His tone carried disapproval but not disappointment, and a wash of guilt soured your flushed features anyway.

❝I'm sorry, John.❞ You gently mewled, as if needing to explain away the action. ❝I-I just... it happened. It's just the textures, the feeling of it all, I didn't — couldn't...❞

He curled his index finger underneath your chin. It drew forth one of your small, overwhelmed gasps; then you fell silent.

❝I'm not upset with you.❞ He spoke, and his words were like a lavender-scented salve to your unseasoned fears.

❝You're not?❞

❝I'm not. It's a natural reaction, and you're doing fine. I just need you to practice a little more patience. Can you do that for me, starlyetka? Can you practice more patience?❞

Your lower lip quivered, and you were visibly unsure of how to answer his request. But as you looked into his eyes — those endless pools of pure, molten intensity — you could tell just how necessary the depth of his request was. He may not be so inexperienced, but he wanted to savor this cherished moment with you. And so you offered him a slight, obedient nod.

John didn't immediately move to touch your body again. Instead, his thumb soothingly brushed over your lips.

❝Look at you,❞ he uttered with the utmost appreciation. ❝you're just a pretty little thing, aren't you?❞

❝John...❞

His lips found yours once more. And his hand — the hand with the heavenly touch that could be so lethal — caressed you with ultimate care as it cupped one of your breasts through your nightie, and you were already squirming. Your fists balled up into the sheets beneath you. It was borderline torturous not being able to guide his hand or touch yourself to speed him along, even as his fingers gently rolled the nipple there. It pebbled up nicely under his machinations.

He pulled away again, a glint of amusement playing at his features. This was the rarest emotion you'd pulled from him thus far; but you had to put a stop to it before he said anything. You scowled at him playfully, sticking out your tongue; ❝Not. A. Word.❞

His chuckle was deep and reverberating as he dipped to your neck, though he didn't kiss it yet...

❝Close your eyes.❞

❝Why do I need to—?❞

❝Do as I say. Keep them closed.❞

You pouted, making your disfavor for this apparent. What's the point of sharing such a sensual moment with John if you couldn't even watch the pleasure wash over him? Couldn't watch his lips part slightly to take in heavier, ragged breaths at the feeling of your heated skin beneath him?

After a fair amount of hesitation, you acquiesced. Under the shroud of darkness, the feeling of silk against your half-exposed body was amplified. It was calming. Grounding, even. As if being left to focus on the sense of touch and sound alone was meditation in practice. Slowly, but surely, you felt the rest of your inhibitions begin to melt away. He kissed your neck, and the motion was enough to draw soft moans from you. There was no intent to mark you, no intent other than to presumably settle your nerves even more; putting the depth of his love on full display.

You didn't realize it, but your pussy was already beginning to react to the tickle of his facial hair and the steadiness of his lips. Though he didn't allow you to put your neediness on full display for him, your hips lightly squirmed, and your thighs subconsciously parted ever-so-slightly at your arousal. You felt his touch play at the waistband of your panties. He was just so agonizingly close to caressing your most sensitive spot. So why wasn't he?

❝How are you feeling?❞ He asked, and the fire that coursed through your veins made it hard for you to think of an answer. You only whimpered in response, not wanting him to think you were being... impatient. Then, he tried again. ❝I need an answer, starlyetka. Use your words.❞

The feeling of self-consciousness returned tenfold at his insistence. Still, you didn't answer. Your expression twisted into something decidedly humiliated, but you didn't blame him. It was just difficult to express something you hadn't ever expressed before. ❝I-I feel... hot.❞

❝And what else?❞

❝I don't know...❞ His fingers lowered over the soft cotton swell of your mons pubis as you stammered through your feelings, the digits not daring to dip under the fabric. Your hips wriggled again, ❝... f-feel... good?❞

❝Just 'good'?❞

❝Yeah...❞ Your confirmation came forth as a breathy whisper.

You could feel John's hand curl into the front of your panties, causing them to tighten up and the seat of them to slip between your slickened labia. The fabric was pulled so tightly against your swollen clit that every antsy wiggle rubbed up against it, sending small shocks of pleasure through your body. As earlier, your body's reaction was instinctual. Your hips began to grind helplessly against that small sensation, chasing that blinding climax you knew would happen sooner or later.

You couldn't stop yourself from making a desperate plea. ❝Quit teasing me!❞

His touch left your body once more, leaving you unable to chase even that slight bit of pleasure he'd provided for you. ❝What did I tell you about patience?❞

Your eyelids fluttered open in the lull between physical touch and admonishment, and you pouted once more. ❝But you're not even doing anything...❞

John said nothing. The stern glint in his eye made you want to retreat back into yourself. Your eyes snapped closed once more, and he continued his leisurely exploration of your body and the sensations he could provide for you. His index finger found the horizontal patch of wetness in your panties. He traced the area up and down as if he had all the time in the world to play with you. As he applied gentle pressure, you understood just how asinine your complaint was. He was good at this — proving you wrong without even so much as a spoken word. You knew him enough to know his intent, and you were practically panting with need.

Not doing anything, huh?

With your lesson firmly learned, you gave into how his indulgent touch pampered you with no sounds but those of natural pleasure that tumbled unrestrained from your lips. A fingertip pressed against your clit, massaging it in gentle circles yet still refusing to bare your arousal. Your panties insulated the heat, rendering the reality of your situation so agonizingly apparent that you had no choice but to experience the full breadth of it. John was the master of your pleasure. Point blank. Though it was never verbally declared, you could feel it through the very essence of his presence, and you gave yourself over to him. You always would.

John was as much yours as you were his.

It was only after some time in heavenly limbo that his fingers did, eventually, dip under the fabric to tease your folds. His touch slipped through them so readily; your pussy so flush with arousal that he could only muse quietly about the sheer intensity of your need.

You, however, were a writhing mess compared to his collected calm. Fists balled up in the sheets, thighs instinctively moving to close shut against this unfamiliar exploration only to remain insistently held open by his free hand. You were so sensitive and so vulnerable under his effortless touches that he couldn't help but take it a step further. He dipped a single finger into your tight, greedy core, and your walls clenched so firmly around this new development that he wondered how he would even manage to fit when the two of you finally came together.

The only problem with your excitement was that it wasn't being tempered by his actions. No, it was fanning the flames of an even bigger, brighter need; being built to the crescendo you so desperately sought as he fucked you with those fingers of his. The ambience of the room was a mess of your own heady moans and slick resonations.

And suddenly, the building pleasure was no more.

You felt miserably empty as he withdrew those fingers from you, re-centered those panties back over your core and pressed a brief kiss against your lips. You appeared confused, eyes opened to watch as he brought a hand to cup your cheek. Your own emissions brushed over your skin when he swiped his thumb there.

Your voice was slightly hoarse when you spoke up, as if the intensity of your arousal had sapped away every last ounce of your willpower in an effort to get off. ❝John, please... don't stop. Did I do something wrong?❞

He was quick to nip your insecurity in the bud. He sighed deeply and searched your gaze with heavy-lidded eyes. ❝You were perfect.❞

❝But I don't understand. Why did you stop? Don't you want this? Want me?❞

John pulled back. ❝You're not ready.❞

His unembellished statement was a shot through the heart. Not ready? Not ready for what, to climax? It wasn't as if you hadn't done so before! Your throat tightened, and you sat up against the headboard. ❝But that's not fair! You can't... you can't just leave me wanting like this!❞

Even though you knew John didn't think of it the same way, you couldn't help but feel that this was some way of getting back at you for keeping him on the line. You drew your knees to your chest and rested your chin on top of them. Maybe it was the look on your face, but John gently cooed your name: ❝This is unfamiliar territory for you. I need you to trust me when I say that we both need to hold out a little longer.❞

You remained quiet, eyes downcast. He repeated your name, softer this time but more insistent, and your gaze was disheartened as you met his eye. Though you didn't agree with him, you trusted him more than you'd trusted any other man before. Your voice cracked when you finally replied. ❝Okay. But only 'cause it's you. Only 'cause it's us.❞

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