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[kookiemonsta97]

SMOKE SPRITE — jeon jungkook (2).

Pairing: fem! reader x jeon jungkook

Summary: you and Jungkook aren’t that close, you were supposedly be dating his best friend… then why is he about to fuck you in the back of his car?

Genre/Warning: literally porn with a little plot. dirty talk (just a little), fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), jerking off, cursing and a lot more.

author’s note: so that little drabble became a series lmao, i might be doing part 3 but for the moment, here ya go with the 2nd one… you can find the first one here.

you can find more in this masterlist.

Jungkook couldn’t sleep.

His mind was killing him slowly. With just one week from having you on your knees in his car now he was in his bedroom losing his mind over you. He couldn’t believe the way things had changed so drastically for him, the only thing he could think of was you, your mouth, your hands, your hair, your sighs, your moans. He was going crazy, he needed to get laid or something, maybe it was that, maybe he needed to find someone else and be done with that, he didn’t need to think about his best friend’s girl.

But why couldn’t he stop?.

He knew he didn’t like you that way, he had known you for a long time now. How was it that everything had change so suddenly because of a kiss?, was the head that good?, was he too high?. He had your number, he could just text you and talk but… when was the last time he send you a text?. He grabbed his phone to check and immediately groaned annoyed when he realized it was five months ago just to check if you got home safe, you had answered with a “yep” and he had reacted with some thumbs up. It had been another of those nights where you both had stayed longer than usual just to keep drinking.

Now that he thought about it, he always stayed longer when you were both alone… had he always felt this attracted to you?.

Why didn’t you kiss him that other time?, why was last week?, why now that you were seeing Taehyung?. Was it because of the weed?. Was he thinking about you just because it felt wrong, like something prohibited?, was he the only one that felt that way?. He wanted to asked you so many things. Were you thinking about him too?, were you waiting for him to make a move?, call or text you?. Or was that just something you wanted to forget?, a mistake that was too much for you?, were you with him now?, was he touching you the way Jungkook couldn’t?.

His hand fell down to his side, moving it slowly to his crotch, could Taehyung made you feel good?, could he touch you the right way?, the way you wanted?… he knew that if you said yes, he would touched you the way you wanted, the way you deserved. He was so frustrated because he couldn’t touch you that day, he couldn’t taste you. He knew he was able to take care of you, much better than his friend, so much better. Taehyung didn’t know shit, he was sure that - if given the chance - Jungkook could make you see that nobody would make you feel as good as him. He would be so gentle, or maybe mean, maybe you like it rough, maybe you were waiting for someone to fuck you the right way. He wanted to be that person, he wanted to touch you the way you wanted…

He blinked, coming back to reality with his hand stroking his cock over his pants, alone in his bed… what the fuck was he doing?. Jerking off at the thought of you?, was he really that pathetic?. He put his pillow on top of his head before screaming; he was going crazy.

His phone ringing took his attention. He groaned at the caller’s name, he didn’t feel like entertaining a conversation but he knew he had to answer if it was something related to work.

“What’s up?.”

“Hey, Kookie. What are you doing now?.”

Namjoon’s voice on the other line surprised him a little since it was supposed to be Taehyung. He sighed bored before answering.

“Just resting.”

“Tae is hosting that jazz thing, are you not coming?.”

He felt like shit, remembering that today his friend had invited everyone he knew to this jazz event he was hosting. It was supposed to be in a very well known bar in Downtown Seoul that he rented it to listen to some Jazz bands live and have some drinks. Jungkook knew it had been months since Taehyung made everyone reserve that day. God, he knew he was a terrible friend…

He sat on his bed immediately when you appeared on his mind. Were you going to be there? you had to, right?. You were close with Taehyung so there was no way you would miss it.

“Yeah, sorry, I fell asleep and lost track of time” he lied “. Can you cover me?.”

“No problem, twenty minutes?.”

“I’ll make it faster.”

Jungkook thought it was the first time he had change clothes so fast by himself. He took a shower that morning so he just had to change for something more formal since he knew it was a very fancy event, a typical Taehyung thing to do. He dressed in black pants, a white shirt and a black vest. He put some cologne, a little makeup and his piercings before leaving his house. He wasn’t that far from downtown so in less than fifteen minutes he made his way to the bar, his driver leaving him in a good place for him to not walk that much from the entrance.

The place was crowded.

Jungkook faked a smile to greet people, trying not to look so desperate to find you - not that anyone knew he was looking for you. It took him some minutes to find his group of friends sitting in a corner, chatting and drinking. He said hi to everyone before engaging a conversation and pretend he wasn’t annoyed by the fact that you weren’t there. He was so anxious to see you, were you gonna be mad?, were you gonna pretend that nothing happened? well, you did that the night that Taehyung pick you both up to drive you home… maybe you hated him?, were you too fucked up to remember anything from that night?.

He excuse himself to grab a drink, going straight to the bar and pretending he liked the music that was playing. Jungkook wanted to shot himself in the head when he finally find you… dancing with Taehyung.

You were wearing a long silk dress that wrapped perfectly around you, it was a blue ice color that made you look perfect, your back was naked and the straps on your shoulders were almost falling. He couldn’t see your heels but he was sure you were wearing really high ones because you looked taller. Your hair was falling perfectly over your shoulders in a messy way he adored. You looked beautiful and Taehyung was the one who had the pleasure to have you right now. Jungkook hated the way he was too close to you, his arm around your waist like you were his, his face centimetres apart from yours like he was ready to kiss you anytime, his fingers rubbing your naked back like it was something normal for him to do. He hated the way you laughed, the way he smiled at that, the way he leaned over to you while talking, the way he could smell your perfume and get you smiling pretty for him.

He hated everything about your interaction with his friend.

Why was he so comfortable with you?, Taehyung didn’t know that there cameras around?.

He wanted to pushed him far away from you, maybe hit him in the face before taking you outside… or there, he didn’t care, he just wanted you to himself… was he losing his mind?. He thought he was a really bad friend, not only wanting his best friend’s girl but not giving a fuck about his feelings either, the way he wanted you was almost psychotic. Maybe he was really going insane, it wasn’t normal wanting someone that much… maybe you did something to him, was the blowjob that great?, there was something else for sure.

“They look cute, right?”

Okay, maybe he could punch Yoongi in the face too.

“I’m just worried for the cameras here” Jungkook tried to look normal while chatting with his friend, like he didn’t care the way you were melting at Taehyung’s touch.

“I think we’re past that by now” the rapper grabbed his phone, distracted “. We’re big enough to date whoever the fuck we want, don’t you think?.”

Jungkook hummed in agreement, thinking Yoongi was right, but knowing that everyone still should be careful… or maybe he didn’t actually care, he just care about the fact that now you were dancing with Taehyung and that he was touching you like you were his already, were you?.

“Jungkook!, you’re late again.”

He tried to not look so annoyed when he heard Taehyung’s voice, he was his friend for fucks sake, he needed to get over this weird obsession over you.

“Sorry, man, I lost track of time” he chuckled when the singer jumped to give him a short hug.

“Hi, Jungkook.”

Your voice took his attention, you gave him a small smile, like you always did when you went out with your groups of friends. Now that you were closer he could see you better, your makeup was heavier than most of the times and your eyeliner was sharper. He tried not to think the way it was ruined last week, when you were sucking him off. God, he was sick. He could only think of finding a way to make you a mess again.

“Hey, how are you?.”

He tried to make small talk but you didn’t, you just nodded positively before engaging a conversation with Yoongi about something he didn’t care. He pretended to talk with Taehyung about something, hating the way he was next to you, pressing his body to your arm like it was something natural. And he hated the way it looked so normal, like his touch was something common for you.

Get it together.

Fucking get it together.

The rest of the night was hell. You were glued to Taehyung and he was pretending not to be annoyed at every little thing that happened. But he got time to think… even if he was going crazy about you, it was for the best not to have you again, you really seemed enchanted by his friend and maybe last time you were too high to even rationalize what was happening, to drunk on weed and lust. Maybe it was that combination that made his orgasm out of this world. Maybe he could drink, smoke weed and take another girl home to erase you from his mind. He definitely needed to do that, he couldn’t keep hoping for a sign from a girl that was dating one of his best friends.

He needed to think with his head… the head between his shoulders, not legs.

It was almost twelve when people started to leave, Jungkook cursed himself because he wasn’t that drunk or even a little buzzed. Maybe the best thing to do that night was to go home alone and forget everything. He decided to make an Irish goodbye, he had talked with the host and his friends for almost the entirety of the night so it was enough for him to just say goodbye to Namjoon before disappearing from the place, texting his driver so he could pick him up. Jungkook decided to wait outside, mentally thanking Taehyung and his friends for not calling the press or even paparazzis, having some privacy for the night.

There was some people outside, some of them talking and others waiting for a cab. He stopped and swallowed hard when he saw you in the corner, leaning in the wall and smoking a cigarette while looking at the street, in your own world. He clenched his hands into fists, trying with all his power to not walk towards you. He took his phone out of his pocket to look at the messages he had with his driver, he’s supposed to be there in three minutes… three minutes was nothing, he could chat with you for a moment, just to say goodbye…

He nodded confidently, thinking he was able to behave. It was time to get over with this weird obsession over you.

“You have another one?.”

He could see you tense slightly at his voice, he tried to read your face, trying to find some discomfort or emotion but he couldn’t find anything. He couldn’t read you at all and he didn’t like that.

You smiled slightly before stretching your arm to give him your own, “I don’t but we can share.”

He didn’t bother to grab the cigarette, he leaned in to smoke from your fingers, looking at you while inhaling. You didn’t look away, not afraid of his gaze or his bad flirting. When it came to being so unapologetic sexy, Jungkook was sure you didn’t realize how far advanced you were… and he was sure it wouldn’t take him long to break the promise he did to himself about not having you again.

Maybe he couldn’t behave around you.

“You’re leaving?” you nodded, smoking the last of the nicotine “. Taehyung is taking you home?.”

Jungkook knew he wasn’t, Taehyung was the host so he needed to stay to finish the event. Jungkook thought his friend was very dumb to leave you like that, all alone, like you weren’t the most beautiful girl in there, like men wouldn’t be waiting for you to be alone to hit on you, like him.

“I’m taking a cab. He has to stay ‘till closure” you shrugged.

“Well, my driver is about to arrive, let me give you a ride.”

He was waiting for you to say no, he was ready to insist, to give you any reason - true or false - so you could get in his car and have you alone with him. But you didn’t denied, you just nodded… and he wanted to jump with excitement.

“That would be great, thank you.”

“Of course” Jungkook noticed the black car parked in front of you, he didn’t miss a beat to hold your hand as an excuse to guide you to the car “. He’s here.”

He held your hand while walking to the car, opening the door so you would enter first. When he greeted the driver and you gave him your address, he knew that it was time to talk about what happened last week, it was going to be thirty-minute drive and he didn’t want to take the silence route.

“It was really fun tonight.”

Okay, the small talk route. It was something he was used to do with you.

“Yeah, Taehyung seemed really happy” he wanted to add ‘with you’ but would he looked accusingly annoyed?.

“He was” you smiled slightly.

“Are you two dating?.”

Jungkook knew he caught you by surprise, the way you moved a little uncomfortable in your seat while playing with the seat bell was cute. You nervously chuckled and he wanted to smile.

“Yes, well, not actually- I guess we’re just letting things flow.”

“Are you both exclusive?” he asked directly, trying to seemed more curious than jealous.

“We haven’t talked about it so I guess not” you scrunched your nose, thinking about it “. But we aren’t seeing other people.”

“But you almost fucked another man last week.”

You froze in your place, ogling the driver and maybe even praying that the man didn’t hear anything. Jungkook didn’t want to be so upfront, he just wanted to confirm that las week was something you wanted too, that it didn’t actually break any rules because you weren’t officially dating his friend. He wanted you so bad, he wasn’t sure that those rules even matter to him.

You were sitting next to him looking so beautiful, getting mad at him, he didn’t care, he just wanted to kiss you, he wanted to feel you. He owed you one, he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to take Taehyung out of your mind, he wanted to hear you moan his name and make a mess for him.

“What?” you frowned and he was sure he was going to kiss you again if you kept looking at him like that.

He could tell you were uncomfortable by the fact that maybe his driver was listening, even if the car was big enough to give you space away from him, even having space to place your feet on the front seat that was mostly used to put bags or objects and even if there was some radio music playing, but he decided to give you both more privacy and space, pressing a bottom so the black window that was inside the car could separate you from the driver. Now the chauffeur couldn’t see you.

“Sorry, that was… out of line, sorry” he apologized, trying to get closer to you “. I don’t know why I said that.”

You looked away, thinking about his words. He tried not to punched himself in the face, he was so stupid, maybe now you were actually regretting what you did that day.

“It was wrong” you shook your head, he couldn’t read you, you didn’t give him anything to work with “. I don’t know why we did that but it was wrong…”

“Why?. You and Taehyung are not official so why would it be wrong?” he tried to argue.

“Because it feels like it’s something I can’t tell him” you said with obviousness “. It was wrong.”

“You don’t have to share everything with him” Jungkook said, unbuckling his belt to be able to touch you, his right hand grabbed your cheek so you would look at him “. Don’t feel guilty about it.”

“It felt wrong so it was wrong, Jungkook.”

You looked so beautiful with the moonlight hitting you for parts, the way you looked so gorgeous with that makeup and that dress… the way you were looking at him didn’t match his dirty thoughts. He didn’t wanna see you mad or worried, he wanted to see you lost in pleasure and mischievous, he wanted you to fall apart in lust, he wanted to take all your stress and break it. Why would you feel bad?, he didn’t even get to touch you and you felt bad for giving him the best head he ever had?. He knew a way he could make you feel good, he knew a way he could make you forget your worries.

Fuck Taehyung for not taking care of you, why was he letting you out of his sight every time?, why was he never taking actual care of you?. It was his fault for not having you with him 24/7, for not leaving that place with you, who care about closing and being respectful when he had a girl like you?, he should be taking you home and fucking you good not making friends and closing a stupid jazz bar. If he was that obsessed with you as he said then he should’ve been making you his girlfriend already, but no, he was taking his time with you, he was not working for you, he was not ready for you.

But Jungkook was… and he was willing to do his job.

His hand travelled to your knee without any shame, his other hand grabbing your hair with softness. Jungkook was sure that he was going to have you that day if you accepted him. He leaned closer to you. He shook his head, his fingers playing with your dress and parts of your hair.

“It felt wrong?” he whispered, his face only a few centimetres apart from yours “. But for me it felt so good. The way you were sucking my cock, choking on it, the way you were so desperate for tasting me… you know what didn’t feel good?” your eyes narrowed, he was finally able to see that you were trying to keep composure “. Not being able to touch you, not being able to make you feel good. You don’t know how much I wanted to feel you around me…”

Your breathing became heavy, your chest moving up and down faster than before, his right hand rubbed your clothed thigh slowly, his fingers felt warm even over your clothes. He could see he was making you lose your mind slowly.

“Yeah?.”

He was going to make a mess out of you.

“Yes, pretty.”

He stamped his lips in your mouth, kissing you with necessity, and for him it felt like finally waking up from a long and bad dream. Your lips were warm and you lipstick tasted like strawberry, he got hard immediately. It was like coming back to life for him, finally being able to touch you again was a relief after a long weeks of just imagining you. His hand in your head pressed you harder, trying to guide the kiss and keep you close to him. His lips moved over yours with desperation and he took his other hand to grabbed your jaw to open your mouth so he could slide his tongue inside you. It wasn’t a fight, it was mostly a rough action, he kissed you with hunger, needy. He tasted every place inside your mouth trying to memorize every part of you to keep you inside his mind forever.

Your hands were fast to touch his abs, breaking the bottoms of his vest with strength before going under his shirt. You were probably the hottest thing to ever exist. He knew he had to act before you or he would fall apart under your touch and would go another day without touching you. It was after some more minutes of making out that he pulled apart, knowing that he had little to no time to touch you before arriving to your place. He gave you a peck before kissing your jaw and neck, kissing down your body and moving slowly until he was kneeling in front of you. His heart was beating faster and his eyes were already all dark in lust. He was quickly to rolled your dress up your waist, not giving you the time to think about it or to stop him, not even giving you time to process the way you stood up real quick to give him access to do it.

He tried not to moan at the sight of you, hair messy, eyes dark, lips swollen, your legs open, your dirty underwear showing. He was sure he could come at the sight of you, he was sure he could hear you moan and that would be the end for him. He was going to make sure to hear you, he didn’t care about his driver or Taehyung, he only care to make you feel good, to make you feel the same way you made him feel the other night. He could take care of you, he wanted to show you that he was the only one that really could.

He rubbed your thighs gently before grabbing your ankles to pull your feet on to the seat, getting a full view of your panties. Now he could see your heels too, they were crystal and sharp, he gave your right ankle some soft kisses before pressing his right thumb to your clothed clit, circling it slowly and hard. You sighed with joy and he tried not to go faster, trying to enjoy every part of it, trying to engraved in his mind those cute noises you were making. He could feel the wetness in your panties growing, with his other hand he formed a V with two fingers and started rubbing the lips of your entrance, making you soaked your underwear. You were sighing so cutely, he wanted to kiss you so bad.

Jungkook couldn’t wait any longer, he grabbed your panties before sliding them down and throwing them inside his pocket. He groaned at your glistening cunt, looking ready to be eaten. His thumb pressed your clit again and you moaned at the sensation.

Oh, he could come in his pants.

“I’m gonna make you feel good, okay pretty?. I’m gonna make you forget your worries, I’ll take care of you.”

Jungkook kissed your inner thighs before sticking out his tongue to lick from your entrance to your clit, tasting you like a starve man. His eyes rolled back when he finally got what he wanted, he tried to not touch his dick and jerk off to your taste. Now this was definitely the best thing that ever happened to him, there was no way in the world that he would get you get away again, even if Taehyung wanted you he didn’t give a fuck, he was going to have you everyday if you allowed him to. His hands went to the back of your thighs to hold you in place and he went straight to suck your clit.

You threw your head back and moaned; Jungkook was finally able to read you. Lost in pleasure, getting to know what you liked, he was happy to know every part of you. Maybe he couldn’t understand you very well in a normal setting but he could definitely read you like a book when giving you head.

He buries his head between your legs, excited to be there, ready to make you feel good. His tongue flattens to move it around your clit, trying to stimulate you more. He was going crazier than before, hungrier, hornier. His teeth trying to grabbed your clit and making you moan louder at the sensation, he was going strong, he wanted you to feel his desire of making you feel good. His lips started kissing your pussy before licking your entrance with desperation, his tongue tried to reach your insides while his nose moved around your clit.

He couldn’t see you anymore, only being able to hear you while he was making out with your pussy. He was making a mess with his face, trying to drink all your juices and making you feel good. He wanted to see you shaking, making a mess for him, he wanted to see you fall apart and not being able to take more, he didn’t want to give you mercy, he wanted to being the only one to make you come hard, to make you cry of pleasure.

He went back to your clit, sucking with more vigor now, wanting more every time. Your hands grabbed his head, pulling his hair harder and closer to your core to look for more. He moans at your desperation, looking to come undone, he could swear he was about to come untouched. He sucked your clit harder and faster and your legs wrapped around his head to keep him in place. He could feel your building, your thighs pressing his head strongly, you jolt and squeal under his mouth, feeling your orgasm closer and closer.

“Fuck!- Jungkook…”

You came hard, your thighs began to spasm slightly and your vision became blurred. The tension in your core coming undone and your mouth becoming dry. You closed your eyes to take your time to come back to reality.

Jungkook didn’t stop.

He was to into it to stop, he tried to drink all of your juices, too pussy drunk to even think of your overstimulation, too drunk at the sound of you moaning his name to even think about other thing that wasn’t making you scream his name again, this time crying. You whined when he continued licking your cunt and he moaned on your clit, the little noise you made making him even harder, he swore he was able to come untouched by only listening to your cute little sounds and eating you out.

You grabbed his hair to pull him away, complaining at the overstimulation. He lifted his head to look at you, his mouth and jaw covered in your juices, his lips red and swollen, his eyes dark and hungry… he wasn’t done yet. He pushed your hand away from his hair before going back in. There was no way in hell he wasn’t going to lick you clean. He wasn’t going to let you go away that easy, you had maybe ten minutes left before arriving to your house, he could make you come again, he was sure of it.

“Too much” you whimpered.

And your fucked up voice was more motivation for him, It was everything.

Did Taehyung make you feel that way too?, did he ever make you come undone like that?, he didn’t think he did if you were still looking for something else. If Taehyung was making you come like that then maybe you wouldn’t be letting him taste you like this. He wanted to show his friend that this time he took good care of you, that he could take care of you much more better than him.

He moved his right hand to your entrance, ready to make you come again in less than five minutes. You were dripping all over his car, seat and jaw, he didn’t have to make you more wet to fuck you with his fingers, you were ready. He thought that you might be the hottest woman ever, the way you didn’t care to ruin his car, the way you didn’t care if the driver heard your moans, the way you were letting him take care of you. He was going to make sure to fuck you the right way so you would never look for someone else, not even Taehyung. Did he feel guilty?, maybe, but that guilt was an aphrodisiac, making everything even hotter.

He pushed his middle finger inside you, feeling your warm and wetness, he moaned at the sensation, thinking how his cock would feel inside you, how you would feel around him, how you would take him so well, so tight and so good… he was salivating at that thought.

He didn’t wait to put another finger inside you, fucking you hard and fast, making you sobbed when he was able to touch that spongy spot. You were so overstimulated, so out of it. You bit your lower lip trying not to whined when his mouth wrapped around your clit again. He watched your eyes formed tears while looking at him so fucked up. His other hand travelled to his pants, moaning at finally having some friction. He was quick to unbuckle his pants and moving his boxer to the side so he could touch himself. He knew he was going to come fast, the view he had of you was more than enough.

He was fucking you with his fingers, sucking your clit with exasperation and jerking off while looking at you cry. He was sure this was the best thing ever, nothing would be the same after this, no other person could make him feel that hot, that obsessed, that fucked up… The way your tears were falling down your cheeks, the way your legs were shaking, the sound of your pussy getting fucked, the taste of your orgasm, your swollen lips, your makeup ruined, you were perfect. There was nothing else, nobody else, this was perfect.

He collected your juices with his other hand to have some kind of lube to touch himself better, his hand moved up and down slowly over his cock before going faster, pre cum already leaving his tip. His fingers going in and out of you with strength, his tongue moved around your clit before sucking it hard one last time. You sobbed, your walls clenched around his fingers and you pushed his head harder between your legs when your orgasm hit you like a train. He smirked at your fucked up state, looking at you like you were some kind of goddess. His orgasm didn’t take too much to hit him too, spilling everything inside his underwear, too horny to even take it off or pull it down.

He didn’t care much about your state, diving back to lick you clean. He couldn’t get enough of you, his tongue tried to avoid your clit to give you some rest while drinking the rest of your juices. It took you some minutes to come back to reality and having strength to grab his hair to move him away from you. You looked at him, makeup ruined and heavy breathing, he thought you looked better that way, too dumb up to even see the mess you were. He knew he was a mess too, his lips swollen, his eyes red, his jaw and lips with your juices, he was so drunk of you, and he was sure he could take more if you wanted him to.

“You’re crazy.”

“About you.”

He giggled, not knowing how he got the strength to pushed himself to sit next to you before grabbing your jaw to kiss you. You moaned in his mouth, tasting yourself on his lips. You tried to back down but he didn’t let you, he wanted you to taste yourself, he wanted you to see why he was so intoxicated by you, why he was ready to go down on you again if you wanted. His hands grabbed your hair with exasperation and his tongue slipped into your mouth, kissing you like he needed you to breathe. Kissing after eaten you out was the best, he couldn’t believe how he didn’t like it before, maybe he only liked doing it with you.

He wanted to smile, last week he was tasting his own cum in your mouth and now you were tasting yours in his.

Jungkook was ready to make you feel good again but he also wanted to just kiss you, your lips felt so good against his, he didn’t want you to leave him yet.

If he asked you right now, would you go home with him?.

“Mr. Jeon, we’re here.”

Shit.

this might be borderline yandere lmao

hope u liked it;;; you guys want part3?? so i just made a taglist let me know if u wanna be on it >_<

taglist:

@bhonbhon @nctma15 @songbyeonkim @mrspotatas @kae143 @spideyjimin @ttanniett @emmie2308 @rrosiitas @kooklovesu @sublimeoperapatrolpickle @haru-jiminn @inhoswifee @hennessysthings

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I died when I saw this 🫣

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Maybe if people updated more we wouldn't turn to ai

You’re a pathetic, impatient loser. Fanfic writers owe you nothing, and their writing is their own, not yours to do with as you choose, you entitled brat.

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how long before you let me go? | logan howlett

↳ summary: riling up logan doesn't go quite how you planned...

word count: 1.3k

song: supermassive black hole | muse

pairings: bodyguard 70s!logan x rich kid fem!reader

content warnings: 18+ content (MDNI), smut, porn light plot, rough sex, overstimulation, mean!logan, hair pulling, mentions of bite marks and hickeys, spanking (so hard it leaves handprints), whiny!reader, unprotected p in v (practice safe sex everyone!), multiple orgasms, reader flirts with someone else to piss off logan (don't worry about me doing this again...), no use of y/n, pre-established safe word, doggy style, logan puts reader in a headlock, light choking accompanying said headlock, some degradation, pet names for reader (sweetheart, brat, slut), reader is a crying whiny mess and logan loves it, logan has insane stamina (lmk if i missed anything!)

↳ a/n: cas finally posting something!!! (and everyone cheered!) this has been in my drafts for SOOO long and i'm so glad i finally finished it even if it’s shorter than i wanted it to be, logan is sooooooooo hot omfgggg... might turn this into a series bc i feel like this song fits them SO incredibly well

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The problem, if you could call it that, with having sex with Logan is that he Just. Keeps. Going.

Being a celebrities daughter has its perks. A rich lifestyle, for one. Lots of attention, and of course, a bodyguard with muscles that make you drool and a stern voice that leaves you dripping in… other areas.

You two have been having casual sex for about a month and a half now. He’s always been relentless, but usually takes pity on you enough to let up before he’s tired out. And, of course, you have a safeword if you ever need it. Just in case.

You knew he could keep going far longer than the average man, something about his biology letting him fill you up over and over. You didn’t question it- his business was his own, and you certainly weren’t complaining.

Now, though? You might start to complain.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

To back up a little: maybe this was your fault. Okay, it was definitely your fault, but really, could anyone blame you?

It had all started a few days ago, the last time you’d been having sex. His head was buried between your legs, his beard scratching your thighs as his tongue lapped at your clit in a way that had you seeing stars. You were whining his name, about to reach your peak, when suddenly he pulled away, shoving your bedsheets over you and kicking your clothes away as he took a step back.

You’re not sure how he knew- he must have super-hearing or something- but thank god for it, because if he’d noticed only a few seconds later, you two would’ve been interrupted by your father’s knock on the door.

It was a good thing, of course, that he stopped that night, his sharp senses and quick thinking meaning that you could just tell your father that you were changing and Logan was in the bathroom, and even if he had tried to come in, Logan had hidden the evidence well.

Even if it meant you’d spent the rest of that night pent up beyond relief, you were grateful.

Except for the fact that, and this is where the problem starts to come in, Logan had been very clear about one rule when you started sleeping with him: no touching yourself, not without his permission.

And not only does he reject your advances in the following days, claiming it’s too risky now that you almost got the two of you caught (so what if you’d insisted on sneaking away to your room with hardly any time to spare? It’s not like he didn’t agree to join you), he also tells you you’re not allowed to touch yourself, despite the way you beg and plead and give him those puppy dog eyes that you were formerly convinced worked like a magic trick every time.

So… you took matters into your own hands.

I mean, he said you couldn’t touch yourself, right? He never specified that you couldn’t have someone else do it for you.

The way you saw it, flirting with that politician’s son at a party was a win-win. Either you got some probably mediocre sex, but an orgasm was an orgasm (and the possibility of future blackmail was an added bonus), or you pissed Logan off enough that he’d come fuck you, or at least let you do it yourself.

You had been dead wrong.

Well, not entirely. Logan is fucking you. Just not quite the way you hoped.

You’re face down ass up on the bed, your face shoved into the pillows by a firm grip while his other hand digs into your hips hard enough to leave bruises. Your body aches, already littered with bite marks and handprints, and your cunt is sore. He’s given you nothing, the closest thing to foreplay you got being the hickeys claiming you and the spanking you’d been given before he’d all but thrown you onto the sheets and torn off his clothes.

Maybe that was the point when you should have caught on to what was about to happen, but you were a little too desperate to care. Now you suffer the consequences.

He pounds into you relentlessly, never giving you a break, never giving you a chance to breathe. You’ve lost count of how many orgasms he’s pulled from you with his dick alone- four, maybe? And while he’s already cum once, he seems nowhere near done.

You fight to get out his name through the broken moans leaving your lips, eventually managing a strained, “Logan.”

Instead of responding with some sort of mocking tone or insult, he ignores you. Jesus, he’s mad.

“Logan,” you try again, whining his name as he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you.

“What?” He snaps, the way he smushes your head further into the pillow indicating that he doesn’t really want the answer.

When he keeps hitting that spot, your attempts at getting him to stop turn to muffled sobs as you cum once again, clenching around him.

“Yeah, that’s what I fuckin’ thought.” He grumbles, groaning softly at the way your pussy tightens around his length. He grips you a little harder, his thrusts becoming erratic as he spills into you for the second time. Within moments, he’s hard again- really, how does he do that?- and you’re back to being used like a stress toy.

It's mind-numbing, a mix of pleasure and pain that has you reeling from every thrust. He keeps angling himself to hit you in the spot he knows makes you cum every single time without fail, and you curse yourself for letting him get to know your body so well as he pulls another orgasm out of you, his name falling from your lips.

When he’s cum a third time and continues to ignore your pleas, you try to squirm away from him. But your body is exhausted, and even at your full strength you’d be no match for him.

"Uh-uh." He grabs you by the hair and pulls your head back, his other hand keeping a firm grip on your hips so he can keep plowing into you. "You wanted this, you fuckin' brat. You're not goin' anywhere."

"Logan." You plead, tears starting to stream down your face. It's too much, he's everywhere, and you feel like his cock might actually fucking kills you. What a way to die.

"Nah, don't give me that shit." He yanks on your hair, and you cry out in pain. "You started this, sweetheart. You're the one who couldn't go a few goddamn days without my fuckin' attention. Be grateful you got it."

"But-"

The hand that's gripping your hips comes down on your ass, hard, the already sensitive skin stinging even more from the blow. "No buts. You get what you get, you hear me?"

When you don't answer, he spanks you again. More tears well up in your eyes, your protests reduced to incoherent babbling as his cock continues to assault you mercilessly.

"I could've tied you down, made you watch me touch myself. Or edged you until you were beggin' me for forgiveness. Maybe made you hump my boot like the slut you are." He growls, delivering another harsh smack to your ass. "I gave you what you fuckin' wanted. Deal with it."

As shameful as it is to admit, the idea of what else he could have done to you and the angry tone he speaks in is the thing that sends you tumbling over the edge once again.

He barks out a laugh, smacking your ass a few more times just to hear the way you cry for him.

"Please- Logan, I'm sorry-"

He releases your hair, and for one stupid, fleeting second you think he might be finished with you.

Instead he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into a headlock, holding you up effortlessly, his bicep flexing against your throat as he thrusts into you with a renewed vigor.

"Shut up." He snarls in your ear, letting the hand that was grabbing your hips snake down to your clit.

If you'd been overwhelmed with the pleasure before, you were fucking dying now. Drowning in it, suddenly thrown over the edge again by those perfect little circles. His grip is tight, the lack of oxygen making your head fuzzy, and you barely register the way you're drooling onto his muscles.

"That's better." He adjusts his grip to give you a little more room to breathe, letting your cries of pleasure ring throughout the room as they begin to turn to pleas for mercy once more.

"Lo-"

He doesn't let you get a word out, spanking you as he buries himself deep inside, his seed spilling into you, filling you up even more thoroughly. His bicep flexes against you, once again adjusting to choke you just a little less.

"Better get comfy, sweetheart." You can hear the sharp grin in his voice as he begins to move again, fingers returning to the sweet torture he's inflicting upon your clit. "We're gonna be here all night."

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[kookiemonsta97]

safe with me

content warnings: smut but also a whole lot of fluff (still minors dni!), safe word usage, sub/dom elements, spanking, overstimulation, worried logan, sweet logan, female reader word count: 910 a/n: i recently posted some protective logan head cannons and haven’t been able to get them out of my head, so this was born

Logan showed his love in small gestures and grand acts, but his favourite place to prove his undying adoration to you was in the bedroom. He worshipped your body, every inch of it, with rough hands, breath stealing kisses and stamina that left you questioning whether you were in heaven. Your satisfaction and enjoyment were his top priority, a lot more than his own, which is why he had insisted on you choosing a safe word once you started having regular sex. So far, the word had not ever tumbled from your lips and neither of you had thought it would happen today. He was already buried deep within you, your ass up and face down in the pillows, gasping for breath as he thrusted into you. Sweat trickled down and mixed where your bodies met, his skill full fingers pulling another orgasm from your throbbing clit. The slapping sounds of skin on skin filled the room as Logan picked up his pace while he angled his unoccupied hand from your hip to your spine. You felt his steady grip, sweaty and warm, pressing into your skin, dull nails scraping over your nude body as he dug his fingers into you. With a breathless whine you came around his throbbing cock and felt your insides practically vibrate as the heated coil in your core snapped. You had long lost count how often he had made you come this night, but your legs were shaking, and you were hoping this was the last one. Hearing those pretty sounds tumble from your lips seemed to push Logan over the edge. With an animalistic groan he spilled into you, his pelvis pressed flush against your sensitive pussy. The second he caught his breath, his hand came down on your already sore ass, the slap so loud you worried about your neighbours’ sanity. Another high-pitched whimper escaped your throat, and you tried to sink onto the bed, but Logan wrapped an arm around your middle and held you up. “Already tired, princess?” He asked teasingly, running a much gentler hand over your stinging skin. You mumbled a response that was neither a yes nor a no, and he chuckled. “Words, sweetheart,” his raspy voice raised goosebumps all over your body, “Ones that I can understand.” With a soft groan you attempted to straighten yourself up and felt his still hard cock twitch inside of you at the movement. His stamina was simply not fair. He had fucked you more times tonight than the average person gets laid in a week, but he could still keep going. And how could you deny him when he looked at you like that, like you were the only thing holding his universe together. “Yeah,” you mumbled, trying to steady yourself on your knees again, wiggling your ass softly, “Tired but not done.” He laughed deeply and replied: “That’s my good girl,” and the praise made your head spin. However, the second he started moving again, your poor, overstimulated clit began to pulse – and not in the good way. The pleasure that you had expected didn’t come as he began work his magic on your sensitive nub; instead, you felt a sharp pain shoot up your spine as the stimulation turned out to be too much. Your face was already tear-streaked – the earlier ones had come from pleasure. Now, tears caused by pain filled your vision and made your brain hazy. Logan didn’t still completely but he slowed down as he leaned forward to see get a better glimpse of you. “Sweetheart, you alright?” His voice was incredibly soft despite the continuing movements of his hips meeting yours. You wanted to say yes, you wanted to give him just one more round but there was no way you were making it another second without passing out, so you whispered your safe word. Despite the fact that you had mumbled the term so low that you weren’t sure if he had even been able to hear it, he halted immediately. “Ok, darlin’,” he murmured sweetly, and attempted to remove himself from you but that just made you cry out again – too much. You just needed a few seconds. “Baby, I just wanna pull out, ok?” He soothed his hands over your back but all you could do in response was shake your head.

“No… don’t,” you gasped and so he stayed like this, enveloped by your heat.

He didn’t dare move, he simply kept his warm hands on your waist until you nodded softly, and he slipped out. As you let yourself fall onto the mattress, Logan got up, still half hard, and brought you one of his shirts, before he began to run his hands over your back. “Are you alright, princess?” He asked after a couple moments of silence. The ache in your body had dulled down and you managed to lift your head to face him. “Yeah, I’m ok,” you whispered honestly. His face lit up in response, replacing the worried frown with a warm smile. He leaned forward and kissed your forehead softly, then brushed his knuckles across your cheeks to wipe away the tears that had trickled down earlier. In one smooth movement he laid down next to you, wrapping his trained arms around you and placed another kiss in between your shoulder blades. “I’m really proud of you, darlin’. For tellin’ me to stop when you needed me to. So fuckin’ proud of you.”

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[kookiemonsta97]

kitty

when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook?

word count: 5.570

warning: hybrid au, dirty talking, bunny jungkook, cat reader, smut, submissive reader, dominant jungkook, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, heat, jk calls reader "kitty", nipple sucking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink,

like idk yall i seen this video and almost fell tf out so I was like why not do what i do best and make a fic

The first time you met Jungkook, you pondered if he was something else in his past life. Maybe a lion or tiger - a fearless wolf. As a bunny hybrid, he had little to none of the characteristics. The bunny hybrids you’d met were all full of fear and caution. Any little sound sets their fight or flight off - and it’s never truly fight. They were naturally terrified people, always shutting themselves away from those who were considered “predators”.

Jeon Jungkook was different. For a bunny hybrid, he lacked the fear of a hare. He often stood tall and firm, never cowering like his fellow bunny hybrids. When he spoke, he looked you in the eye - prey or predator. The only thing he had in common with them was his diet - consisting of various fruits and vegetables.

You were a cat hybrid. You wouldn’t consider yourself top of the predator hierarchy but you weren’t a prey. You - and those you associate with - share too many characteristics with that of a feline. You cannot fathom not sleeping the majority of the day and eating even when you aren’t hungry. You were often cranky and you didn’t enjoy unnecessary noise.

There were a lot of things you didn’t like and Jeon Jungkook was one of them. He was too hyper and energetic, often hopping around - even in his human form - and being a complete nuisance. You despised whenever you and he were forced to be around one another because that meant that you weren’t going to know any peace.

You recall when you first met Jungkook. “Sorry, Y/N can be a bit…grumpy.” Yuna murmured to Namjoon. She looked down at you in your cat form - a form you preferred to be in when you longed around lazily. Your back was arched and your ears were casted backwards, ready to attack.

And you were hissing right at Namjoon - but not at him. At Jungkook, the chocolate- colored bunny in his arms.

Yuna had warned you that her relationship with Namjoon was going great and he had even gone as far as to ask if she wanted to move in with him.  She contemplated it - they’ve been together for a year already.

You, however, were a factor Yuna had to consider. Especially since Jungkook was around. Neither you or Jungkook were considered “pets” to Namjoon and Yuna; even if that was what it was “legally”. You’ve grown alongside Yuna, she is only a few human years older than you.

  In a world where hybrids are sold to families as pets, you were placed into Yuna’s household by her grandfather. She still doesn’t know how her grandfather acquired a young feline hybrid, but you were always treated like a family member rather than a pet.

Now, years later, you enjoyed Yuna’s place. She had taken you along with her when she moved out instead of leaving you with her parents. The entire household already smelled of you - a scent Yuna couldn’t smell herself as a human - and you enjoyed everything to be exactly where you wanted it. There wasn’t anything in the household that you didn’t know where it was exactly.

One of the main reason why moving to Namjoon’s place would simply not work - so Yuna offered for Namjoon to move here.

Jungkook wasn’t considered a pet with Namjoon either and unlike you, Jungkook was a ray of sunshine. Yuna still tells the story of how when she first met Jungkook - in his bunny form - he had hoped right into her lap that she was so shocked that he was hybrid and so friendly. She still tells the story of when you “met” her first boyfriend - a boy from High School she had forgotten to tell you was coming over. You had attacked the poor boy so bad that he left not even 10 minutes later covered in scratches.

You, to this day, refused to see how you were wrong.

“You’re going to have to go to your room if you’re going to be hostile.” Yuna had said with a stern voice when you hissed at the bunny. Namjoon had put him onto the ground cautiously. “Why don’t we introduce you and Jungkook properly? You’ll probably like him better that way.”

Yuna knows your type and it was one of the reasons she suggested it. She was shocked herself at how something so cute could turn to a hot piece of ass - something she told Namjoon bashfully.

But of course, at that time, you were being stubborn. You clawed at Jungkook instead and that only prompted Yuna to yank you up and speed walk down the hall to your own bedroom. She was warm with embarrassment and she threw you onto your bed and immediately, you turned into your naked human self.

Yuna had seen you naked countless times that it doesn’t affect her - but she had told you with Namjoon moving in, you could no longer randomly go between cat and human forms. One of the many reasons why him and that hare shouldn’t be in your home.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Yuna hissed. “I told you-”

“I think he was sizing me up.” you interrupted, eyes staring straight back at hers. “Coming into here like he owns the place.”

Yuna knows you’re talking about Jungkook. You met Namjoon before and immediately liked him, expressing to her that she and him were perfect together. 

“You do this all the time when there’s other hybrids involved. You’re so jealous-”

“Territorial.” you corrected. “And that hare stinks! How old is he even?”

Yuna rolled her eyes. “He’s younger than me and Namjoon but-”

“Ugh, I hate kids.” you rolled your eyes. “No wonder.”

It wasn’t a lie. You hated a lot of things and sometimes, Yuna couldn’t understand why she adored you so much. You just didn’t like people you weren’t accustomed to. Oftentimes, you’d sit at the window and hiss just because if you saw children - even if they weren’t doing anything worthy of being hissed at.

‘You must want me to die alone.” Yuna crossed her arms. “You always do this with every person I date that owns a hybrid.”

“We all die alone. Do you expect to be buried with anyone?” you deadpan, yet you pout a bit. You didn’t want Yuna to feel as though you didn’t care about her. It was that hare you didn’t care about - coming into your home and sniffling as if he owned the air.

“I just really like Namjoon, Y/N…”

Your ears perk at the way Yuna’s voice drops.

“FIne.” you exhaled. It hurted you to say that. “But keep that hare out of my stuff…”

Accepting Yuna and Namjoon’s relationship meant accepting Jungkook. You had locked yourself in your room the first week before you came out. You have yet to witness Jungkook in his human form and vice versa. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t around one another.

Jungkook was overbearing, hopping around in your space. It didn’t matter how much you hissed or swiped at him, he followed.

There were times in which you enjoyed your peace and it was as if Jungkook was determined to ruin it. A month into living with him - and still neither of you had presented to one another outside of your hybrid forms - you were sitting at the window seal. You were soaking up the sun, eyes closed and purring with satisfaction. Your tail wagged back and forth and - You’re suddenly caught off guard by the sudden pressure on your side, prompting you to fall onto the hardwood floor. You land on your feet, but immediately are being pushed onto your side by a familiar being.

Yuna watched lazily as you and Jungkook - as cat and rabbit - begin to fight. Typically, it began with Jungkook, who has always been smitten by you since day 1, climbing onto you. 

Today he was feeling extra perverse and he’d begun to hump you - an action that had caused you to attack him entirely. Your claws dig into his fur to shield him off and you’d hiss. The action is funny to watch a bunny hump onto a cat - but knowing that it was just you and Jungkook made it even funnier. 

Namjoon didn’t find it funny, however, and you hadn’t seen Jungkook for a week after that. He had apologized profusely about Jungkook’s behavior to you - both in cat form and while in human for when you had stumbled out early in the morning one night to sneak food.

The first time you saw Jungkook in his human form, you were in complete shock. You were home alone. Yuna was at work and Namjoon had visited his parents for the evening for dinner. You only assumed Jungkook went with him.

Wrong.

Witnessing a tall man in your home had sent alarm bells in your head. He had sat at the dinner table, munching on an array of celery and carrots. His nose had twitched in a way that appeared oddly familiar.

“Jung…kook?” you had asked, voice so meek. You were literally cat-like, Jungkook thinks. The way you were completely still, watching him with wide alert eyes.

“Y/N?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes growing wide with wonder, as well.

You, flustered, had run away. You had called Yuna and asked her why in the world she didn’t tell you that Jungkook looked like that. She had laughed gleefully, stating that finally you were going to come around once you saw just what the man looked like.

The sexual tension is excruciating. 

Not just for you and Jungkook, but for Yuna and Namjoon.

Jungkook hadn’t made it a secret that he found you attractive. He followed you around oftentimes when at home, no matter how bitchy you were. 

Namjoon has always been attentive when it comes to Jungkook ruts. He had no problem with allowing Jungkook to do what he wanted - deal with it alone or have someone help him. But this wasn’t just his home anymore, so for Jungkook’s rut he had gotten him a hotel room that specializes in ruts and heats.

Against Jungkook’s best wishes to ask you to help him. He was upset and Namjoon had to drag him out of the home - but he wasn’t going to allow him to make you anymore uncomfortable.

Jungkook had gotten another cat hybrid to help him after nearly 45 minutes of searching.

Namjoon doesn’t believe Yuna when she tells him that you are just as infatuated with Jungkook as he is with you. You, however, are just bitchy. Simple. You would never admit that you find him attractive - but Yuna sometimes would find you sitting on the window seal in cat form watching as Jungkook works out outside. Or how when you all eat dinner together, your pupils would grow big watching Jungkook.

This is how Yuna finds you one weekend. You’re in distress and Yuna can hear you. She finds your small cat body on your bed, meowing. Your meow is so soft and laced with such need and yearning that she instantly knows what’s wrong.

“You’re in heat.” Yuna strokes a finger on your head, a giggle in her voice. 

If you were in your normal state, you would’ve bit her for teasing you. But you’re in heat and thus, highly horny.

“Do you want me to ask Jungkook?”

That is not what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s naked body hovering above yours, those dark eyes staring intently at you as he fucks-

“Oh fuck.” you say, your naked body now against your bed. You roll around and scream into the sheets.

“You so want Jungkook.” Yuna squeals. She’s already texting Namjoon, stating that for the weekend, the both of them would need to book a hotel. You could have the home and be comfortable to enjoy your heat.

With Jungkook.

No interruptions.

“I…I can’t.” you murmur, clenching your thighs together. Everytime you think about it, it just causes your core to throb more and more.

“Why can’t you?” Yuna questions. “You want Jungkook. Jungkook wants you. You’re in heat so of course he’ll fuck the shit out of you-”

You groan - more like moan needily. 

Yuna is gone within an hour and leaves you and Jungkook alone. 

You’re determined, though. You aren’t going to fall into temptation.

Jungkook never makes anything easier for you, either.

You’re at the counter, cutting into your steak when you sense Jungkook behind you. Though Yuna nor Namjoon had told him why they were leaving for the weekend, he could sense something was different in the air. 

Jungkook had watched you leave your room from down the hall and immediately noticed the sway in your hips. You smell different, too. More sweeter.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop cutting into your steak, but your thighs do clench at the sound of Jungkook’s deep voice.

“Jungkook.” you respond.

Jungkook’s ear perks. Your voice is different; low in tone and a bit…breathy?

Jungkook licks his lips.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You snort. “What movie?” you place your cut steak into a bowl and slowly turn around. You didn’t want to face him, but you had to.

Jungkook’s wearing grey sweatpants - red flag number one. They’re dangerously low around his waist. His tank top is tight and you’re positive that he had worked out earlier today.

“Whatever you want to watch, baby.” Jungkook licks his lips, tilting his head at you.

Red flag number two. Your stomach churns at the sight and immediately, your eyes flicker away. You clench the bowl in your hands. “I-I guess.”

You were in heat, it’s more obvious now.

Jungkook enjoys your banter. He adores the way you’d hiss at him with those hard eyes. You’d insult him and everything he loves - but that only turns Jungkook on.

Now, however, you were being - dare he say - submissive. You were nervous,  your body warm. You’re shy and not meeting his eyes and you hadn’t stopped clenching your legs since you and he stepped into his bedroom. In any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have come to his room to watch any movie, but you did today.

You also hadn’t stopped trembling as you ate your steak.

You picked a random movie and sat on his bed, furthest away from Jungkook. You had nervously finished your steak and were watching the movie, but couldn’t focus on it. Your mind is occupied with the smell in Jungkook’s room; ivory and clean. It smelt so much like him that it was driving you crazy.

“You’ve been still for nearly 45 minutes now.”

Your head snaps to the sound of Jungkook’s voice and you swallow thickly. Your pupils, Jungkook notices, are large and round. He admires that just as he does when you’re in cat form.

“Is everything alright, kitty?”

Jungkook’s lip twitches upward. He’s smirking right at you - he knows. He can smell the sweet scent of your ripped pussy. Your leg is shaking with anticipation and if he’s correct, you’re screaming to be mounted right about now - and have been ever since you’ve gotten into heat.

Your mouth parts so you can let out a sigh.

“It hurts.” Jungkook states. He knows - he’s been through this. He isn’t sure how heats work for women, but he knows for men, ruts are unbearable. He’s constantly hard, his cock begging to be buried deep into something warm, tight and wet. “Doesn’t it, kitty?”

You nod your head, staring right at him with those pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Jungkook ponders. The television dances off of his face, casting a shadow that causes your heart to pump.

Your attraction for Jungkook is evident, even if you do hide it behind annoyance oftentimes. Now, you cannot hide the fact that your eyes wander to his arms. His biceps are so big and you always itch to feel them - bonus if it’s flexed. To his sweatpants. He’s seated leaning against his wall, completely relaxed in contrast to your uptight position. His legs are spreaded and his hand lights on his thigh lazily.

You speak before your mind can process what you’re saying. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Aww, kitty.” Jungkook sing-sons, but in mere seconds he’s on you. He tugs at your clothing, knowing you’re itching to get out of them. They’re too tight against your hot, sticky skin. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?”

You nod your head as Jungkook pulls at your shorts and discards them, your soaked panties going along with them.

Your scent instantly fills his nostrils now that you’re naked. He groans, licking his lips with great satisfaction. “Smell so sweet, kitty. I know you taste even sweeter.”

“Please fuck me, Kook.” your back is against his warm sheets now and you’re pleading. You didn’t want to wait - you’ve been waiting all day. You weren’t  strong enough to fight off the natural urges to be stuffed.

“You’re so needy.” Jungkook’s hands roam your now naked body. He’s been dying to sink his teeth onto your skin, run his tongue across it. He thought about burying his face between your legs and eating you until you were a shaking mess.

“Please, Kook.” you beg again, a hand grasping his tank top. “We have all weekend.”

How right you were.

Jungkook is tugging his sweatpants down, his cock immediately poking out. Pink, angry tip oozing with pre-cum that causes you to groan at how pretty it was. “Turn around. You’re such a begging whore, kitty.”

You compy, arching your back like the good whore he told you that you were. Your thighs break apart and widen, telling him that you were ready.

“You’re already dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, marveling at your glistening cunt. 

You let out a sharp breath when Jungkook’s tip slides between your wet folds. Your pussy instantly clenches around nothing, your thighs quivering. Jungkook inhales sharply, your wet pussy throbbing so much that he can feel it. 

“Please fuck me, Kook. I’ve been waiting so long.” you whimper. You wiggle a bit, hoping that you would feel him slide into you.

You begging for Jungkook’s cock sends him off. He enters you swiftly and in one go. You yelp out, pussy instantly clamping around his cock. 

“Oh fuck, kitty.” Jungkook groaned, head leaned back. His hands instantly wrap onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin to keep you close. 

Jungkook’s cock begins to pump, thrusting so deep that he hits in the very spot that you need him to. Your fingers dig into his sheets for comfort while your mouth is falling open to let such sensual moans.

You were a submissive little thing while in heat, Jungkook notes, fully allowing him to take control of your body. His hips rut, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into you. With each thrust, you’re growing louder, your pussy begging for more. He would  have never thought he’d see the day this happens - he always took you as the more dominant type.

But, you were also a feline and maybe that has something to do with the way your heat is set up. Whatever it was, Jungkook was enjoying it. His eyes are fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, your pussy making such beautiful squelching sounds with each pump of his cock. 

“You’re so pretty, kitty. You should see how good you looked being fucked.” Jungkook pants. You’re creaming on his cock entirely, a sight he never wants to forget.

“Feel’s s-s-so good.” you stutter, your eyes fluttering. Deep down, you hated being in this position. So vulnerable towards Jungkook, the man you’ve hated longer than you’ve liked him. But you were far too gone now in your heat and all you truly wanted was Jungkook.

What you did care about was the way Jungkook fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you at such an alarming pace. You’ve heard about rabbit hybrids - how good fuckers they were. Their staminas rarely decreasing. You’ve never thought you’d experience one before.

There’s such filthy noises coming from Jungkook’s bedroom that you’re glad that Yuna and Namjoon aren’t home - you couldn’t bear doing the walk of shame back to your room.

“Gonna cum all over my cock already?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He can feel the way you’re squeezing him, your back arching to feel even more of his cock. “Go ahead and cum, kitty, but I’m not done with your pussy just yet.”

Jungkook was a man of his word. You creamy cum coats his cock entirely as he sends you over the edge. Instead, he flips you onto your back and forces your legs apart. Witnessing your glistening pussy this way was another sight he has to save in his mind - in case he never gets to have you in this position again.

Jungkook leans down, both of his large hands engulfing your breast. He manages to capture both of your nipples into his mouth, suckling harshly onto them. You gasp, already going through such a great amount of overstimulation - but Jungkook doesn’t care. 

Jungkook continues to suckle and smack onto your nipples, his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. You had to admit the sight of him - so handsome and dominant - against you sends another wave of pleasure to fall through you.

“Kookie,  please.” you gasp out.

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicker up at you. He pops your nipples from his lips, saliva coating them and leans back. He removes his tank top and throws it aside then goes towards his sweat pants and removes them as well. 

Jungkook had already fucked you, but witnessing him naked just as much as you is a reminder that you and him are actually doing this - when you were done with your heat, this was going to be engrained in your mind forever.

Jungkook settles back between your legs. He grasps his cock and slaps it against your throbbing, wet clit. “What do you want, kitty?” he asks.

“I want your cock.” you respond as if on command. “Please fuck me, Kookie.”

Jungkook smirks. “These little nicknames you’ve never called me before are cute.” he says, rubbing his pink tip against your clit. “I’m used to you calling me such harsher names.”

“I’m sorry.” you pout.

Jungkook licks his lips. The Y/N he knew would never apologize - you were truly fucked out. 

“It’s okay, kitty. You know I love it.”

 Jungkook begins to enter you. His large hand places itself right onto your stomach to keep you in place. He starts slowly, inching deeper and deeper into you. You’re watching just as intently as he is when his cock fully enters you.

Then, without warning, Jungkook’s hips begin to snap aggressively. He pounds in and out of you, his hand on your stomach forcing you to stay in place. You were a moaning, squealing mess in less than a minute. The room echoes with wet skin slapping, groans and squeals - the movie now just background noise that neither of you care about.

Feeling Jungkook raw like this in this position was amazing - you felt every throbbing vein of his cock, every curve as it pumps in and out of you. 

“Kitty…” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching the way your face is drawn with such pleasure. “...I’ve wanted to feel your pussy around me for so long now.”

Jungkook is never going to make things easier for you. His hair is stuck to his forehead due to the beads of sweat. His eyes are dark with lust and it doesn’t help how completely fit he was - how you’ve managed this long without jumping his bones was astonishing even to you.

“I’ve wanted you when I was in rut but Joon forced me away.” Jungkook’s hips snap even harder now at the memory. He could smell you from just down the hall, his cock hard. “I had to fuck another cat hybrid, but she wasn’t you.”

Jungkook’s hand was going to bruise your stomach with how tight he was holding you, but he doesn’t care - and neither do you. All you cared about was how delicious his cock felt slamming into you - how disrespectful it may look from the outside looking in. 

“Your pussy’s so tight and ready to be bred. I haven’t even came in you yet, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He should’ve asked if you were on any forms of protection, but he has an idea that you aren’t. From what he’s heard from Namjoon, you don’t typically warm up to outsiders; especially men.

Maybe it makes it even more special that you’ve managed to warm up to Jungkook. Still, he’d just pull out of you when the time comes.

Jungkook’s hand slides down just enough so his thumb could twirl onto your already overstimulated clit. He watches the way your thigh quivers and you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Feel’s good, kitty?”

“Yes…!” you huff out.

“You’re already so close again, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles smugly. “Such a greedy pussy you have.”

You’re whining now, your pussy drenching not only your thighs and Jungkook’s cock, but his sheet. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest - this was just the beginning of your heat. This was the most intense.

“Wanna feel you cum in me.”

Such perverted words - Jungkook groans. You were so far out of it that he wasn’t going to acknowledge what you said. The point of the heats was for you to be bred - but he wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t, right?

No.

Jungkook continues to pump his cock into you, his thumb twirling even harsher now. Your back is arched slightly, your pussy clenching his cock so tightly and before he knows it, his abdomen is being drenched.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook gasps, the sight of your squirting pussy sends him completely over the edge that he’s cumming right in you without realizing. He attempts to pull out of you, but he’s too slow. Your legs somehow find a way to wrap around his waist and you allow the warm cum to stuff you just like you wanted.

Most of your days consisted of the same routine.

After the sex, you and Jungkook would rest. You stayed in his room and he hadn’t minded in the slightest, holding you close against him.

When you awoke, you were hungry. Jungkook enjoys watching you eat, even if  you were devouring meat while he stuck to his fruits and vegetables. He likes the way your teeth sinks into the bloodied steak, your tongue licking your lips to savor the taste.

After eating, you’d fuck each others brains out. It was therapeutic, really, the amount of positions Jungkook has had you in in such a short amount of time. 

Jungkook has fucked you in front of his mirror, showing you just how good you looked when you were fucked out and begging for more. He’s had you against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around him so he didn’t have a choice but to milk your walls with more of his seed - you’re too far into your heat to give a fuck about the consequences.

Currently, Jungkook’s head is bobbing back and forth. He’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, left hand gripping your thigh while his right is firmly gripping your ass. His tongue flickers past your clit greedily, those sinful moans music to his ears. 

Jungkook finds that he simply cannot get enough of you - not your scent or your taste. Whenever you’re ready for another round, so is he.

“Slow down”  you grumble softly, but your hand gripping his hair says differently. So do your hips that slowly begin to grind against his warm tongue.

“You sure?” Jungkook questions smugly, flickering his eyes up. His right hand slides from your ass to tap against your clenching and unclenching hole. “You’re making a mess all over me, kitty.”

Jungkook watches your reaction just as his fingers enter you. Your already wet pussy continues to drip all over him, begging to be bred and used for his enjoyment - like it has since the beginning. His curls curl just a bit as he pumps them in and out of you, marveling at how wet you get with each thrust.

Your teeth are sinked down against your lips, drawing a bit of blood. You weren’t trying to be quiet - there wasn’t a point in it. The pleasure of Jungkook’s fingers were just highly overwhelming. Your pussy’s squelching loudly and the noise dances off his bedroom walls - when this was all over, you promised him that you’d clean his room top to bottom.

“You have such a pretty pussy, kitty.” Jungkook grunts, pressing a firm kiss on your clit. “I want you to cum all over me again. 

You’ve heard this all before from him, but each time you do, it causes you to whimper. Jungkook’s voice just does something to you - the way he speaks so calmly, but with such authority. His beautiful face and dark eyes that look right at you, rosy lips that often smirks when you’re moaning because he knows he’s fucking you good.

Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already throbbing clit, his tongue devouring instantly. He rolls it harshly, groaning along as his fingers thrust in and out.

In and out - in and out.

Your thighs are shaking, your hands continuing to grip at his dark hair. Your head falls back against the pillows and you let out a long moan.

You ponder how things were going to go back to normal between you and Jungkook. How could you pretend to hate him when you’ve been fucked too good by him - a bunny hybrid. His ego was going to go through the roof now and Yuna and Namjoon would know just how amazing he was.

Fuck.

You were cumming, Jungkooks warm tongue twirling around your sensitive bud effortlessly. You were beginning to hate him again with how amazing he was with his cock, tongue and fingers - it just wasn’t fair how all of this could be tied to one annoying man.

Jungkook knows you well enough that you want his cock next. He pushes himself up and forces your legs to your shoulders. You're so wet that his cock slides right into you, your arousal seeping out with each inch of his cock.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate - and you don’t want him to. He slides out of you until his tip is still inside and then slams right back in, hitting your sweet spot.

Your lips part  to let out a strangled moan. Jungkook does it again and again, slamming his cock in and out of your sweet pussy, wet skin slapping against one another. Jungkook’s balls, full of enough cum to give you more and more just how you like, slam against your ass with each thrust. Your breasts bounce right in his line of view and Jungkook imagines how good they’d look swelled up with milk.

Jungkook groans. It was natural for him to want to breed - even if it was with a person of a different species. The babies would be either or - feline or hare; the feline trait was the dominant trait of the two. It was at this moment he hadn’t thought about the consequences of doing this without any protection, his natural instincts kicking in.

“You’d look so pretty round with kits.” Jungkook groans, his eyes drifting to your stomach. “Or kittens - whatever they’d be.”

Your pussy clenches at the thought, your heat clouding your mind from sanity. You only thought about his pumping cock milking your walls with his seed again - and again and again until your stomach is round.

“Your tits would grow bigger for our kits. Full of milk…” Jungkook cannot help it anymore. He leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple, imagining the way they’d taste if they were full of milk.

Your sights are blurry. It was all too much - Jungkook’s dirty words with his pumping cock and now his tongue suckling onto your breast as if his life depended on it. You were cumming again with each sloppy thrust of Jungkook’s hips sending you deeper and deeper over the edge.

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you come, kitty.” Jungkook groans, popping your nipple from his wet lips.

“‘wanna feel you cum in me, Kookie.” you beg, thighs already shaking.

Of course you did, Jungkook thinks. You wanted his cum from the very beginning and who was he to not give it to you? You were such a good girl when you were in heat, completely different from your usually bitchy self that he adored that he couldn’t help but give you whatever you asked for.

Jungkook cums, his legs shaking and eyes snapping shut. His breathing is intense as cum seeps into you.

Your eyes are heavy, your pussy clenching and unclenching every so often to take in all of Jungkook’s warm cum.

“You’re going to be so pissed when you’re off of your heat, kitty.” Jungkook murmurs, still cumming into your warm cunt. 

Kits or kittens didn’t sound too bad, right?

@investedreader @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom

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kitty

when you're going through a rough heat, who else is there to call besides bunny hybrid jeon jungkook?

word count: 5.570

warning: hybrid au, dirty talking, bunny jungkook, cat reader, smut, submissive reader, dominant jungkook, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, heat, jk calls reader "kitty", nipple sucking, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, oral sex, fingering, breeding kink,

like idk yall i seen this video and almost fell tf out so I was like why not do what i do best and make a fic

The first time you met Jungkook, you pondered if he was something else in his past life. Maybe a lion or tiger - a fearless wolf. As a bunny hybrid, he had little to none of the characteristics. The bunny hybrids you’d met were all full of fear and caution. Any little sound sets their fight or flight off - and it’s never truly fight. They were naturally terrified people, always shutting themselves away from those who were considered “predators”.

Jeon Jungkook was different. For a bunny hybrid, he lacked the fear of a hare. He often stood tall and firm, never cowering like his fellow bunny hybrids. When he spoke, he looked you in the eye - prey or predator. The only thing he had in common with them was his diet - consisting of various fruits and vegetables.

You were a cat hybrid. You wouldn’t consider yourself top of the predator hierarchy but you weren’t a prey. You - and those you associate with - share too many characteristics with that of a feline. You cannot fathom not sleeping the majority of the day and eating even when you aren’t hungry. You were often cranky and you didn’t enjoy unnecessary noise.

There were a lot of things you didn’t like and Jeon Jungkook was one of them. He was too hyper and energetic, often hopping around - even in his human form - and being a complete nuisance. You despised whenever you and he were forced to be around one another because that meant that you weren’t going to know any peace.

You recall when you first met Jungkook. “Sorry, Y/N can be a bit…grumpy.” Yuna murmured to Namjoon. She looked down at you in your cat form - a form you preferred to be in when you longed around lazily. Your back was arched and your ears were casted backwards, ready to attack.

And you were hissing right at Namjoon - but not at him. At Jungkook, the chocolate- colored bunny in his arms.

Yuna had warned you that her relationship with Namjoon was going great and he had even gone as far as to ask if she wanted to move in with him.  She contemplated it - they’ve been together for a year already.

You, however, were a factor Yuna had to consider. Especially since Jungkook was around. Neither you or Jungkook were considered “pets” to Namjoon and Yuna; even if that was what it was “legally”. You’ve grown alongside Yuna, she is only a few human years older than you.

  In a world where hybrids are sold to families as pets, you were placed into Yuna’s household by her grandfather. She still doesn’t know how her grandfather acquired a young feline hybrid, but you were always treated like a family member rather than a pet.

Now, years later, you enjoyed Yuna’s place. She had taken you along with her when she moved out instead of leaving you with her parents. The entire household already smelled of you - a scent Yuna couldn’t smell herself as a human - and you enjoyed everything to be exactly where you wanted it. There wasn’t anything in the household that you didn’t know where it was exactly.

One of the main reason why moving to Namjoon’s place would simply not work - so Yuna offered for Namjoon to move here.

Jungkook wasn’t considered a pet with Namjoon either and unlike you, Jungkook was a ray of sunshine. Yuna still tells the story of how when she first met Jungkook - in his bunny form - he had hoped right into her lap that she was so shocked that he was hybrid and so friendly. She still tells the story of when you “met” her first boyfriend - a boy from High School she had forgotten to tell you was coming over. You had attacked the poor boy so bad that he left not even 10 minutes later covered in scratches.

You, to this day, refused to see how you were wrong.

“You’re going to have to go to your room if you’re going to be hostile.” Yuna had said with a stern voice when you hissed at the bunny. Namjoon had put him onto the ground cautiously. “Why don’t we introduce you and Jungkook properly? You’ll probably like him better that way.”

Yuna knows your type and it was one of the reasons she suggested it. She was shocked herself at how something so cute could turn to a hot piece of ass - something she told Namjoon bashfully.

But of course, at that time, you were being stubborn. You clawed at Jungkook instead and that only prompted Yuna to yank you up and speed walk down the hall to your own bedroom. She was warm with embarrassment and she threw you onto your bed and immediately, you turned into your naked human self.

Yuna had seen you naked countless times that it doesn’t affect her - but she had told you with Namjoon moving in, you could no longer randomly go between cat and human forms. One of the many reasons why him and that hare shouldn’t be in your home.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Yuna hissed. “I told you-”

“I think he was sizing me up.” you interrupted, eyes staring straight back at hers. “Coming into here like he owns the place.”

Yuna knows you’re talking about Jungkook. You met Namjoon before and immediately liked him, expressing to her that she and him were perfect together. 

“You do this all the time when there’s other hybrids involved. You’re so jealous-”

“Territorial.” you corrected. “And that hare stinks! How old is he even?”

Yuna rolled her eyes. “He’s younger than me and Namjoon but-”

“Ugh, I hate kids.” you rolled your eyes. “No wonder.”

It wasn’t a lie. You hated a lot of things and sometimes, Yuna couldn’t understand why she adored you so much. You just didn’t like people you weren’t accustomed to. Oftentimes, you’d sit at the window and hiss just because if you saw children - even if they weren’t doing anything worthy of being hissed at.

‘You must want me to die alone.” Yuna crossed her arms. “You always do this with every person I date that owns a hybrid.”

“We all die alone. Do you expect to be buried with anyone?” you deadpan, yet you pout a bit. You didn’t want Yuna to feel as though you didn’t care about her. It was that hare you didn’t care about - coming into your home and sniffling as if he owned the air.

“I just really like Namjoon, Y/N…”

Your ears perk at the way Yuna’s voice drops.

“FIne.” you exhaled. It hurted you to say that. “But keep that hare out of my stuff…”

Accepting Yuna and Namjoon’s relationship meant accepting Jungkook. You had locked yourself in your room the first week before you came out. You have yet to witness Jungkook in his human form and vice versa. But that didn’t mean that you weren’t around one another.

Jungkook was overbearing, hopping around in your space. It didn’t matter how much you hissed or swiped at him, he followed.

There were times in which you enjoyed your peace and it was as if Jungkook was determined to ruin it. A month into living with him - and still neither of you had presented to one another outside of your hybrid forms - you were sitting at the window seal. You were soaking up the sun, eyes closed and purring with satisfaction. Your tail wagged back and forth and - You’re suddenly caught off guard by the sudden pressure on your side, prompting you to fall onto the hardwood floor. You land on your feet, but immediately are being pushed onto your side by a familiar being.

Yuna watched lazily as you and Jungkook - as cat and rabbit - begin to fight. Typically, it began with Jungkook, who has always been smitten by you since day 1, climbing onto you. 

Today he was feeling extra perverse and he’d begun to hump you - an action that had caused you to attack him entirely. Your claws dig into his fur to shield him off and you’d hiss. The action is funny to watch a bunny hump onto a cat - but knowing that it was just you and Jungkook made it even funnier. 

Namjoon didn’t find it funny, however, and you hadn’t seen Jungkook for a week after that. He had apologized profusely about Jungkook’s behavior to you - both in cat form and while in human for when you had stumbled out early in the morning one night to sneak food.

The first time you saw Jungkook in his human form, you were in complete shock. You were home alone. Yuna was at work and Namjoon had visited his parents for the evening for dinner. You only assumed Jungkook went with him.

Wrong.

Witnessing a tall man in your home had sent alarm bells in your head. He had sat at the dinner table, munching on an array of celery and carrots. His nose had twitched in a way that appeared oddly familiar.

“Jung…kook?” you had asked, voice so meek. You were literally cat-like, Jungkook thinks. The way you were completely still, watching him with wide alert eyes.

“Y/N?” Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes growing wide with wonder, as well.

You, flustered, had run away. You had called Yuna and asked her why in the world she didn’t tell you that Jungkook looked like that. She had laughed gleefully, stating that finally you were going to come around once you saw just what the man looked like.

The sexual tension is excruciating. 

Not just for you and Jungkook, but for Yuna and Namjoon.

Jungkook hadn’t made it a secret that he found you attractive. He followed you around oftentimes when at home, no matter how bitchy you were. 

Namjoon has always been attentive when it comes to Jungkook ruts. He had no problem with allowing Jungkook to do what he wanted - deal with it alone or have someone help him. But this wasn’t just his home anymore, so for Jungkook’s rut he had gotten him a hotel room that specializes in ruts and heats.

Against Jungkook’s best wishes to ask you to help him. He was upset and Namjoon had to drag him out of the home - but he wasn’t going to allow him to make you anymore uncomfortable.

Jungkook had gotten another cat hybrid to help him after nearly 45 minutes of searching.

Namjoon doesn’t believe Yuna when she tells him that you are just as infatuated with Jungkook as he is with you. You, however, are just bitchy. Simple. You would never admit that you find him attractive - but Yuna sometimes would find you sitting on the window seal in cat form watching as Jungkook works out outside. Or how when you all eat dinner together, your pupils would grow big watching Jungkook.

This is how Yuna finds you one weekend. You’re in distress and Yuna can hear you. She finds your small cat body on your bed, meowing. Your meow is so soft and laced with such need and yearning that she instantly knows what’s wrong.

“You’re in heat.” Yuna strokes a finger on your head, a giggle in her voice. 

If you were in your normal state, you would’ve bit her for teasing you. But you’re in heat and thus, highly horny.

“Do you want me to ask Jungkook?”

That is not what you wanted at all. You didn’t want to see Jungkook’s naked body hovering above yours, those dark eyes staring intently at you as he fucks-

“Oh fuck.” you say, your naked body now against your bed. You roll around and scream into the sheets.

“You so want Jungkook.” Yuna squeals. She’s already texting Namjoon, stating that for the weekend, the both of them would need to book a hotel. You could have the home and be comfortable to enjoy your heat.

With Jungkook.

No interruptions.

“I…I can’t.” you murmur, clenching your thighs together. Everytime you think about it, it just causes your core to throb more and more.

“Why can’t you?” Yuna questions. “You want Jungkook. Jungkook wants you. You’re in heat so of course he’ll fuck the shit out of you-”

You groan - more like moan needily. 

Yuna is gone within an hour and leaves you and Jungkook alone. 

You’re determined, though. You aren’t going to fall into temptation.

Jungkook never makes anything easier for you, either.

You’re at the counter, cutting into your steak when you sense Jungkook behind you. Though Yuna nor Namjoon had told him why they were leaving for the weekend, he could sense something was different in the air. 

Jungkook had watched you leave your room from down the hall and immediately noticed the sway in your hips. You smell different, too. More sweeter.

“Y/N.”

You don’t stop cutting into your steak, but your thighs do clench at the sound of Jungkook’s deep voice.

“Jungkook.” you respond.

Jungkook’s ear perks. Your voice is different; low in tone and a bit…breathy?

Jungkook licks his lips.

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You snort. “What movie?” you place your cut steak into a bowl and slowly turn around. You didn’t want to face him, but you had to.

Jungkook’s wearing grey sweatpants - red flag number one. They’re dangerously low around his waist. His tank top is tight and you’re positive that he had worked out earlier today.

“Whatever you want to watch, baby.” Jungkook licks his lips, tilting his head at you.

Red flag number two. Your stomach churns at the sight and immediately, your eyes flicker away. You clench the bowl in your hands. “I-I guess.”

You were in heat, it’s more obvious now.

Jungkook enjoys your banter. He adores the way you’d hiss at him with those hard eyes. You’d insult him and everything he loves - but that only turns Jungkook on.

Now, however, you were being - dare he say - submissive. You were nervous,  your body warm. You’re shy and not meeting his eyes and you hadn’t stopped clenching your legs since you and he stepped into his bedroom. In any other circumstance, you wouldn’t have come to his room to watch any movie, but you did today.

You also hadn’t stopped trembling as you ate your steak.

You picked a random movie and sat on his bed, furthest away from Jungkook. You had nervously finished your steak and were watching the movie, but couldn’t focus on it. Your mind is occupied with the smell in Jungkook’s room; ivory and clean. It smelt so much like him that it was driving you crazy.

“You’ve been still for nearly 45 minutes now.”

Your head snaps to the sound of Jungkook’s voice and you swallow thickly. Your pupils, Jungkook notices, are large and round. He admires that just as he does when you’re in cat form.

“Is everything alright, kitty?”

Jungkook’s lip twitches upward. He’s smirking right at you - he knows. He can smell the sweet scent of your ripped pussy. Your leg is shaking with anticipation and if he’s correct, you’re screaming to be mounted right about now - and have been ever since you’ve gotten into heat.

Your mouth parts so you can let out a sigh.

“It hurts.” Jungkook states. He knows - he’s been through this. He isn’t sure how heats work for women, but he knows for men, ruts are unbearable. He’s constantly hard, his cock begging to be buried deep into something warm, tight and wet. “Doesn’t it, kitty?”

You nod your head, staring right at him with those pleading eyes.

“What do you want me to do for you?” Jungkook ponders. The television dances off of his face, casting a shadow that causes your heart to pump.

Your attraction for Jungkook is evident, even if you do hide it behind annoyance oftentimes. Now, you cannot hide the fact that your eyes wander to his arms. His biceps are so big and you always itch to feel them - bonus if it’s flexed. To his sweatpants. He’s seated leaning against his wall, completely relaxed in contrast to your uptight position. His legs are spreaded and his hand lights on his thigh lazily.

You speak before your mind can process what you’re saying. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Aww, kitty.” Jungkook sing-sons, but in mere seconds he’s on you. He tugs at your clothing, knowing you’re itching to get out of them. They’re too tight against your hot, sticky skin. “You’re gonna be a good girl for me, right?”

You nod your head as Jungkook pulls at your shorts and discards them, your soaked panties going along with them.

Your scent instantly fills his nostrils now that you’re naked. He groans, licking his lips with great satisfaction. “Smell so sweet, kitty. I know you taste even sweeter.”

“Please fuck me, Kook.” your back is against his warm sheets now and you’re pleading. You didn’t want to wait - you’ve been waiting all day. You weren’t  strong enough to fight off the natural urges to be stuffed.

“You’re so needy.” Jungkook’s hands roam your now naked body. He’s been dying to sink his teeth onto your skin, run his tongue across it. He thought about burying his face between your legs and eating you until you were a shaking mess.

“Please, Kook.” you beg again, a hand grasping his tank top. “We have all weekend.”

How right you were.

Jungkook is tugging his sweatpants down, his cock immediately poking out. Pink, angry tip oozing with pre-cum that causes you to groan at how pretty it was. “Turn around. You’re such a begging whore, kitty.”

You compy, arching your back like the good whore he told you that you were. Your thighs break apart and widen, telling him that you were ready.

“You’re already dripping and I haven’t even fucked you yet.” Jungkook chuckles darkly, marveling at your glistening cunt. 

You let out a sharp breath when Jungkook’s tip slides between your wet folds. Your pussy instantly clenches around nothing, your thighs quivering. Jungkook inhales sharply, your wet pussy throbbing so much that he can feel it. 

“Please fuck me, Kook. I’ve been waiting so long.” you whimper. You wiggle a bit, hoping that you would feel him slide into you.

You begging for Jungkook’s cock sends him off. He enters you swiftly and in one go. You yelp out, pussy instantly clamping around his cock. 

“Oh fuck, kitty.” Jungkook groaned, head leaned back. His hands instantly wrap onto your hips, his nails digging into your skin to keep you close. 

Jungkook’s cock begins to pump, thrusting so deep that he hits in the very spot that you need him to. Your fingers dig into his sheets for comfort while your mouth is falling open to let such sensual moans.

You were a submissive little thing while in heat, Jungkook notes, fully allowing him to take control of your body. His hips rut, fucking his cock deeper and deeper into you. With each thrust, you’re growing louder, your pussy begging for more. He would  have never thought he’d see the day this happens - he always took you as the more dominant type.

But, you were also a feline and maybe that has something to do with the way your heat is set up. Whatever it was, Jungkook was enjoying it. His eyes are fixed on the way your ass bounces against him, your pussy making such beautiful squelching sounds with each pump of his cock. 

“You’re so pretty, kitty. You should see how good you looked being fucked.” Jungkook pants. You’re creaming on his cock entirely, a sight he never wants to forget.

“Feel’s s-s-so good.” you stutter, your eyes fluttering. Deep down, you hated being in this position. So vulnerable towards Jungkook, the man you’ve hated longer than you’ve liked him. But you were far too gone now in your heat and all you truly wanted was Jungkook.

What you did care about was the way Jungkook fucks you, slamming his cock in and out of you at such an alarming pace. You’ve heard about rabbit hybrids - how good fuckers they were. Their staminas rarely decreasing. You’ve never thought you’d experience one before.

There’s such filthy noises coming from Jungkook’s bedroom that you’re glad that Yuna and Namjoon aren’t home - you couldn’t bear doing the walk of shame back to your room.

“Gonna cum all over my cock already?” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He can feel the way you’re squeezing him, your back arching to feel even more of his cock. “Go ahead and cum, kitty, but I’m not done with your pussy just yet.”

Jungkook was a man of his word. You creamy cum coats his cock entirely as he sends you over the edge. Instead, he flips you onto your back and forces your legs apart. Witnessing your glistening pussy this way was another sight he has to save in his mind - in case he never gets to have you in this position again.

Jungkook leans down, both of his large hands engulfing your breast. He manages to capture both of your nipples into his mouth, suckling harshly onto them. You gasp, already going through such a great amount of overstimulation - but Jungkook doesn’t care. 

Jungkook continues to suckle and smack onto your nipples, his tip rubbing against your throbbing clit. You had to admit the sight of him - so handsome and dominant - against you sends another wave of pleasure to fall through you.

“Kookie,  please.” you gasp out.

Jungkook’s dark eyes flicker up at you. He pops your nipples from his lips, saliva coating them and leans back. He removes his tank top and throws it aside then goes towards his sweat pants and removes them as well. 

Jungkook had already fucked you, but witnessing him naked just as much as you is a reminder that you and him are actually doing this - when you were done with your heat, this was going to be engrained in your mind forever.

Jungkook settles back between your legs. He grasps his cock and slaps it against your throbbing, wet clit. “What do you want, kitty?” he asks.

“I want your cock.” you respond as if on command. “Please fuck me, Kookie.”

Jungkook smirks. “These little nicknames you’ve never called me before are cute.” he says, rubbing his pink tip against your clit. “I’m used to you calling me such harsher names.”

“I’m sorry.” you pout.

Jungkook licks his lips. The Y/N he knew would never apologize - you were truly fucked out. 

“It’s okay, kitty. You know I love it.”

 Jungkook begins to enter you. His large hand places itself right onto your stomach to keep you in place. He starts slowly, inching deeper and deeper into you. You’re watching just as intently as he is when his cock fully enters you.

Then, without warning, Jungkook’s hips begin to snap aggressively. He pounds in and out of you, his hand on your stomach forcing you to stay in place. You were a moaning, squealing mess in less than a minute. The room echoes with wet skin slapping, groans and squeals - the movie now just background noise that neither of you care about.

Feeling Jungkook raw like this in this position was amazing - you felt every throbbing vein of his cock, every curve as it pumps in and out of you. 

“Kitty…” Jungkook groans, his eyes watching the way your face is drawn with such pleasure. “...I’ve wanted to feel your pussy around me for so long now.”

Jungkook is never going to make things easier for you. His hair is stuck to his forehead due to the beads of sweat. His eyes are dark with lust and it doesn’t help how completely fit he was - how you’ve managed this long without jumping his bones was astonishing even to you.

“I’ve wanted you when I was in rut but Joon forced me away.” Jungkook’s hips snap even harder now at the memory. He could smell you from just down the hall, his cock hard. “I had to fuck another cat hybrid, but she wasn’t you.”

Jungkook’s hand was going to bruise your stomach with how tight he was holding you, but he doesn’t care - and neither do you. All you cared about was how delicious his cock felt slamming into you - how disrespectful it may look from the outside looking in. 

“Your pussy’s so tight and ready to be bred. I haven’t even came in you yet, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles darkly. He should’ve asked if you were on any forms of protection, but he has an idea that you aren’t. From what he’s heard from Namjoon, you don’t typically warm up to outsiders; especially men.

Maybe it makes it even more special that you’ve managed to warm up to Jungkook. Still, he’d just pull out of you when the time comes.

Jungkook’s hand slides down just enough so his thumb could twirl onto your already overstimulated clit. He watches the way your thigh quivers and you begin to squirm beneath him.

“Feel’s good, kitty?”

“Yes…!” you huff out.

“You’re already so close again, kitty.” Jungkook chuckles smugly. “Such a greedy pussy you have.”

You’re whining now, your pussy drenching not only your thighs and Jungkook’s cock, but his sheet. He doesn’t mind it in the slightest - this was just the beginning of your heat. This was the most intense.

“Wanna feel you cum in me.”

Such perverted words - Jungkook groans. You were so far out of it that he wasn’t going to acknowledge what you said. The point of the heats was for you to be bred - but he wasn’t going to do that. He couldn’t, right?

No.

Jungkook continues to pump his cock into you, his thumb twirling even harsher now. Your back is arched slightly, your pussy clenching his cock so tightly and before he knows it, his abdomen is being drenched.

“Oh fuck,” Jungkook gasps, the sight of your squirting pussy sends him completely over the edge that he’s cumming right in you without realizing. He attempts to pull out of you, but he’s too slow. Your legs somehow find a way to wrap around his waist and you allow the warm cum to stuff you just like you wanted.

Most of your days consisted of the same routine.

After the sex, you and Jungkook would rest. You stayed in his room and he hadn’t minded in the slightest, holding you close against him.

When you awoke, you were hungry. Jungkook enjoys watching you eat, even if  you were devouring meat while he stuck to his fruits and vegetables. He likes the way your teeth sinks into the bloodied steak, your tongue licking your lips to savor the taste.

After eating, you’d fuck each others brains out. It was therapeutic, really, the amount of positions Jungkook has had you in in such a short amount of time. 

Jungkook has fucked you in front of his mirror, showing you just how good you looked when you were fucked out and begging for more. He’s had you against the wall, your legs wrapping tightly around him so he didn’t have a choice but to milk your walls with more of his seed - you’re too far into your heat to give a fuck about the consequences.

Currently, Jungkook’s head is bobbing back and forth. He’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, left hand gripping your thigh while his right is firmly gripping your ass. His tongue flickers past your clit greedily, those sinful moans music to his ears. 

Jungkook finds that he simply cannot get enough of you - not your scent or your taste. Whenever you’re ready for another round, so is he.

“Slow down”  you grumble softly, but your hand gripping his hair says differently. So do your hips that slowly begin to grind against his warm tongue.

“You sure?” Jungkook questions smugly, flickering his eyes up. His right hand slides from your ass to tap against your clenching and unclenching hole. “You’re making a mess all over me, kitty.”

Jungkook watches your reaction just as his fingers enter you. Your already wet pussy continues to drip all over him, begging to be bred and used for his enjoyment - like it has since the beginning. His curls curl just a bit as he pumps them in and out of you, marveling at how wet you get with each thrust.

Your teeth are sinked down against your lips, drawing a bit of blood. You weren’t trying to be quiet - there wasn’t a point in it. The pleasure of Jungkook’s fingers were just highly overwhelming. Your pussy’s squelching loudly and the noise dances off his bedroom walls - when this was all over, you promised him that you’d clean his room top to bottom.

“You have such a pretty pussy, kitty.” Jungkook grunts, pressing a firm kiss on your clit. “I want you to cum all over me again. 

You’ve heard this all before from him, but each time you do, it causes you to whimper. Jungkook’s voice just does something to you - the way he speaks so calmly, but with such authority. His beautiful face and dark eyes that look right at you, rosy lips that often smirks when you’re moaning because he knows he’s fucking you good.

Jungkook connects his lips back onto your already throbbing clit, his tongue devouring instantly. He rolls it harshly, groaning along as his fingers thrust in and out.

In and out - in and out.

Your thighs are shaking, your hands continuing to grip at his dark hair. Your head falls back against the pillows and you let out a long moan.

You ponder how things were going to go back to normal between you and Jungkook. How could you pretend to hate him when you’ve been fucked too good by him - a bunny hybrid. His ego was going to go through the roof now and Yuna and Namjoon would know just how amazing he was.

Fuck.

You were cumming, Jungkooks warm tongue twirling around your sensitive bud effortlessly. You were beginning to hate him again with how amazing he was with his cock, tongue and fingers - it just wasn’t fair how all of this could be tied to one annoying man.

Jungkook knows you well enough that you want his cock next. He pushes himself up and forces your legs to your shoulders. You're so wet that his cock slides right into you, your arousal seeping out with each inch of his cock.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate - and you don’t want him to. He slides out of you until his tip is still inside and then slams right back in, hitting your sweet spot.

Your lips part  to let out a strangled moan. Jungkook does it again and again, slamming his cock in and out of your sweet pussy, wet skin slapping against one another. Jungkook’s balls, full of enough cum to give you more and more just how you like, slam against your ass with each thrust. Your breasts bounce right in his line of view and Jungkook imagines how good they’d look swelled up with milk.

Jungkook groans. It was natural for him to want to breed - even if it was with a person of a different species. The babies would be either or - feline or hare; the feline trait was the dominant trait of the two. It was at this moment he hadn’t thought about the consequences of doing this without any protection, his natural instincts kicking in.

“You’d look so pretty round with kits.” Jungkook groans, his eyes drifting to your stomach. “Or kittens - whatever they’d be.”

Your pussy clenches at the thought, your heat clouding your mind from sanity. You only thought about his pumping cock milking your walls with his seed again - and again and again until your stomach is round.

“Your tits would grow bigger for our kits. Full of milk…” Jungkook cannot help it anymore. He leans down to wrap his tongue around your nipple, imagining the way they’d taste if they were full of milk.

Your sights are blurry. It was all too much - Jungkook’s dirty words with his pumping cock and now his tongue suckling onto your breast as if his life depended on it. You were cumming again with each sloppy thrust of Jungkook’s hips sending you deeper and deeper over the edge.

“Fuck you’re so pretty when you come, kitty.” Jungkook groans, popping your nipple from his wet lips.

“‘wanna feel you cum in me, Kookie.” you beg, thighs already shaking.

Of course you did, Jungkook thinks. You wanted his cum from the very beginning and who was he to not give it to you? You were such a good girl when you were in heat, completely different from your usually bitchy self that he adored that he couldn’t help but give you whatever you asked for.

Jungkook cums, his legs shaking and eyes snapping shut. His breathing is intense as cum seeps into you.

Your eyes are heavy, your pussy clenching and unclenching every so often to take in all of Jungkook’s warm cum.

“You’re going to be so pissed when you’re off of your heat, kitty.” Jungkook murmurs, still cumming into your warm cunt. 

Kits or kittens didn’t sound too bad, right?

@investedreader @sweetempathprunetree @darkuni63 @momnomnom

[kookiemonsta97]

♡ p!links with logan howlett ii ♡

18+ NSFW ☁︎ part i part iii

dbf!logan grinding his needy cock on your pretty pussy and making a mess all over you :(

overstimulation with sub!logan

you and old man!logan decided to try out shibari

dbf!logan loves when your weeping pussy drools all over his fingers

piss play with old man!logan in your new bathing suit x.x

old man!logan stuffing your holes full with his thick fingers

dbf!logan comes over and needs to record a little something to get off to later at home because he can’t always have you sucking on his fat cock :(

dbf!logan offered to check up on you while your parents went on vacation; little do they know what's actually happening back at their home

dbf!logan can’t pass up on taking his sweet girls virginity

you decide to wear a short skirt to get professor!logan's attention, and it works a little too well

ʚ xtras ɞ

you wanted to rile up logan, so you wore your new lingerie set to bed in hopes of logan fucking you stupid, which he did

masturbating and pumping logan’s cock

a/n : currently have x-men brain rot, so expect some more logan stuff from me. since this is my first blog, i'm thinking of sticking to quick posts like these for right now, but i definitely plan to do more soon when i can come up with some ideas. also currently in the process of finding twt links for a bucky post i'm making (>⩊<) hope you all enjoyed 🍮

feel free to reblog and leave a comment <3

[kookiemonsta97]

Hey Van 💞 Not sure if you’re still doing Logan headcanon ideas buuuut I was thinking about Logan taking the reader on a first date.

How would he feel? Where would he want to take the reader? Kiss on the first date? 😏 Would he go through different outfits and panic? I definitely would going out with him LOL

I see him of course trying to play it off acting cool but being SO nervous on the inside lol fluff/smut the choice is yours! Just a thought way too late at night 😆

Sending love and hugs your way! 💕

AHHHHHH THIS IS SO CUTE

all the hugs for you Dami!!!! <3

Logan On Your First Date Headcanons!

I actually may do a second post with a scenarios for each Logan variants! <3 <3

when you and logan go on your first date you bet your ASS he's going to be nervous

You're just so pretty, and wonderful, and lovely that he doesn't know what to do with himself.

I don't think he's huge on fashion but the man can pull off anything. he'll want to look nice for you. If he's taking you to a fancy restaraunt, you can expect he'd be dressing up. A nice dress shirt and slacks, and a clean cut blazer. He'll do his hair up. Trim his beard. All the stops. If its something a little more simple, like a coffee date, he'll wear his jeans and flannel, with that classic leather jacket of his. He'll still do his hair and trimming of course

first of all, he's traditional. So expect flowers. He'll probably torture himself trying to find the perfect bunch.

He'll pick you up, even goes to your door and stands all polite holding the bouquet with a hand in his pocket

when you first open it you'd think he was about to explode he looked so nervous, but when you greet him- he gets this big smile on his face, and says hi back, before giving you your flowers.

He'll end up playing it cool for the most night, but is a PERFECT gentleman. He was born in 1800s, he's been around, he knows how to treat a lady (or a fella!)

I think a perfect date for logan would involve riding around the city/town on his motorcycle, maybe a nice walk somewhere scenic. (a boardwalk, walk through a shopping district, a nice park). He's not picky about restaraunts, but depending on how fancy this date is- he'll pick only the best places (unless you have a place in mind)

opens doors for you, holds your hand.

he will definitely get the jitters off and on. Worried about saying the wrong thing, wanting to make sure you're comfortable, that you feel safe with him. Not a lot of people do...

FIRST KISSES

Its so gentle, careful- almost like he thinks he's going to break you just from kissing him. Honestly, I'd swoon SO hard.

He'll smile a bit, pull away for a second, and then kiss you again- with more passion this time. He really likes how you feel on his lips.

Will tug you closer with hands on your hips

Logan doesn't dance, but he will for you. Maybe you ended up in some bar. Rock music playing on the jukebox that barely works unless someone bangs on it every few minutes. One of your favorite songs comes on and you flash him a mischievous smile as you grab his hand and tug him along with you.

Your conversations are endless. Living a long life means Logan has a lot of stories to tell. But really, he likes hearing you talk. You could chatter on for hours, and he'd have that smile on his face as he listens to every word- and resist the urge to kiss you stupid as he watches your lips

logan knows what its like to date. been in the same scene before. there's cues, things you should say, and ask. But with you, it felt so natural. His previous anxieties about it going well will fade away. He doesn't feel the need to hide himself. Being with you will probably get him to open up more than he has with anyone before

throughout the date I feel like he'd hold your hand, kiss the back of it. Hes very genuine about his actions with you.

Big tough guy, he's a total romantic when it comes to you

will pay- even if you insist on splitting the bill. What can i say, he's traditional. He wants to take care of you

at the end of the date, and he takes your home- you're both nervous. There's obvious attractions, maybe you both wouldn't mind taking it to the next level even for a first date, but how do you bring that up?

if you both decided to wait, he'll give you a steamy goodbye kiss at your door- enough to make you want to change your mind. Kiss the back of your hand and tell you goodnight.

lets say the second date doesn't have as much restraint.

NSFW

BUT if you guys do diddle, the devils tango, the jumping circus

he can barely contain his excitement

whether you were friends first, or just met by chance, he hadn't stopped thinking about you and yes that means you're in his head late at night the entire time

theres two ways this could go

its slow at first, no initial moves. Maybe you watch a movie together. you're curled into his side with his arm around you.

it starts the way any first date hookup could start. you make eye contact and he kisses you

soft, testing the waters. When you grab onto his shirt to pull him closer- or maybe you straddle him thats when things become intense.

logan is experienced, he'll let you take the lead though. never wanting to push boundaries or do something to make you uncomfortable- unless you explicitly tell him you want him to take the lead.

he'll worship every inch of you. Constantly whispering how pretty you are. he's looking at you like a goddess while you're riding him.

be telling you the dirtiest shit- tell you how good you're taking his cock. probs get you to watch and see, call you a good girl

his moans are TASTY

youll be screaming his name so much the neighbors will greet him when he leaves the next morning- only to grab the mail for you. old missus johnson will be like "good morning logan" even though they never met before

the second way could be right to the point.

he gives you a sweet kiss- maybe it's meant to be goodbye but you both feel that spark. how can you say goodbye when it feels this good?

you pull him inside. your sweet kiss turns messy and desperate. practically ripping each others clothes off

he picks you up, "what room?" before carrying you to bed, where he'll undo you PERFECTLY

praise is all you'll be hearing that night. will probably break your bedframe- don't worry, he'll pay for it.

either way, he's staying the next day. who cares about work? you were to damn sweet. Will make you breakfast or take you out. Then you both can spend the day together- however you like ;)

[kookiemonsta97]

♡ [18+ mdni]!!

you never thought that the shy college boy would fuck you so brutally after a few beers...

it was just a homework and now you were naked in his bed feeling his fat cock opening you up! fuck, jungkook was gentle in the same proportion as he was rough, he thrust with the same devotion that he sucked your pussy minutes ago, he squeezed your waist with the same intensity that he whispered how hot you were, that man was taking you to heaven...

"are you gonna let me cum inside you, pretty? are you gonna let me fill that little pussy of yours?" he whisper in your ear and your response was just a sob to the rough thrusts he gave between your legs. and your loud moan was all he needed to finally dump it inside you, the hot and sticky liquid hitting your womb hard...

and it was just the first cumshot of the night.

[kookiemonsta97]

Logan Howlett

Imagine Logan getting all pissed at you because you keep bitching about him smoking cigars in your shared cabin. He's in the living room reading the newspaper, smoking a cigar while the fireplace crackles. You're standing right in front of the fireplace, which is the only source of light in the early night. You stand over him bitching about his damn cigars again. He glances over his newspaper with a huff. He places the newspaper down but not the cigar, then stands. He stands tall even as you stand. He takes a long drag of his cigar. Exhaling it through his nose. He grabs your cheeks, squishing them with his big hands, making your mouth part just enough for him to shove the cigar between your lips. "Fucking inhale and stop bitching before I shove something else between those lips. Who knows? You'll probably like it, bub," He smirks as you take a puff of his cigar. He notices your dazed look and how you've finally stopped bitching.

[kookiemonsta97]

All For You

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

His lap is where you belong

A/N: hi remember when i said i probs wont post anything today. I lied. I got possessed and wrote this half asleep in bed. Enjoy!

Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT. Mdni :) cockwarming, breasts worship (sorta), reader gets called a good girl. Kinda orgasm denial-ish

He sat on his chair, watching you stand over him.

All polite, with that sweet smile thats reserved only for him.

You handed him his cigar and lighter.

"Thanks darling." He reaches for them. Placing the cigar between his teeth,  he flipped the lighter, sparking the flame to life and burning the butt of the cigar until it turned black and ashy, and he tasted the woodsy smoke on his tongue.

He tossed the lighter aside, plucking the cigar from his teeth. He observed you. He tipped his hand towards you, "Why don't you take that pretty outfit off for me?" He suggests.

You smiled, a flash of excitement in your eyes. You carefully shed off each piece of cloth you were wearing, until you were down to your bra and panties.

You took those off teasingly, a smirk growing on Logans lips as unhooked your bra, slowly pulling the straps down your shoulders, before pulling it off completely. You did the same teasing dance with your panties, discarding both pieces to the side with your clothes.

You stood nude before him, and he regarded you with appreciation as he smoked the cigar. Finally, he pat his lap.

"Come ere, take me out." He says.

You tried not to seem too excited. It didnt matter, he knew how eager you were. You stepped forward, bending over to carefully undo his belt, and then unbutton, and unzip his pants.

You reached in and pulled him out. Standing at attention for you already, your mouth watered the sight of the vein that ran up his thick girth. You bit your lip, reaching out to grasp him in your hand, but he pushed it away.

"Not right now." He says. You stood up, a small pout on your lips. You eyes took him in hungrily, sitting relaxed in his chair as he smoked. His cock, heavy and erect, begging for your attention.

He finally tells you to sit in his lap, and you happily obliged. Your knees pressed into the cusion outside his thighs. Your bare pussy brushed up against his girth, but you made sure not to do anything unless he told you.

He set the cigar to the side, in a small glass tray that was dusty and filled with ashes from his previous smokes. His hands came back, resting on your hips, fingers pressing divots into your skin.

He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to one of your nipples. Then he moved to the other, giving that one the same sentiment. You moved your hands up into his salt and pepper hair, gently scratching his scalp as you arched into him.

He shut his eyes, continuing to press butterfly kisses all over your breasts. His tongue peaked out, pressing against a nipple, before he wrapped his lips around it, and began to suck, with his teeth softly grazing it. His hand came up and fondled the other tit, until he switches sides.

A soft moan escaped you as you tipped your head back.

"Lo..." You let out a soft whimper, fingers tugging his hair.

He removed himself from your breasts, leaning back into the chair, his knees spread farther apart, sitting you more comfortably in his lap.

"Missed you today baby." He coos softly, as one hand slips between your thighs, cupping your hot core. His fingers swiped through your folds, and brought them up to his face, observing the creamy slick he gathered from you. "All ready for me?"

"I'm always ready for you."

He smirked, sticking his fingers between his lips. Sucking off the taste of you first with a quiet moan. He brought his hands to your hips, gently encouraging you to sit up higher on your knees.

He lowered you down onto him. Deeper and deeper he went inside you. Filling every inch of you to the brim. The fullness uncomfortable at first, delving into something that felt so good. Complete, its almost as if you were made for him.

Small hitched breaths from every inch he gives and you tip your head back, thighs trembling and fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders. Your eyes heavy and lips slightly parted. Logan looked at you with nothing but love and admiration with his tired eyes.

"Like that darling." He rasps, his scarred hands massaging your shaky thighs. "Look damn gorgeous taking all of me like that." He tips his chin up to you, his lips looked inviting "C'mere, give me a kiss."

You leaned forward, sharing a gentle kiss with him. You started to rock your hips, but his hands stopped you, holding you hips and stilling your movements.

"No no baby." He tuts at you, "I just want you, like this."

You wanted to move, so bad. To ride him, make him feel good, make yourself feel good. Sitting still is going to drive you insane, however looking at Logans face told you there was no argument to be had. He was tired, aching from a long day at work.

So you were a good girl, and nodded.

A small smile stretched across his face. His hands moved down from your hips, sliding over your skin with rough callouses. He cupped your ass, giving one cheek a few gentle pats.

"Good girl." He purrs. You bit your lip, unable to help your smile at the praise. Your pussy clenched over him at the praise, and his jaw tightened at that sensation.

You were warm, sweet, perfect to bury himself into after a long day. He thought about nothing else but coming home to you, having a quiet smoke, and watch you squirm over him as his cock throbs inside you. He wants you to tell him about your day, as he watches your breath hitch, and feels your hands dig into him, as any slight movement sends a shock of pleasure up your spine.

He loved this sight. You were naked atop of him. Signs of his love marked into you from last night all over your stunning figure. Your peaked nipples, still wet from his gentle kisses. He could see where his cock spears you- your pussy was drooling all over him. It looked all puffy and absolutely delicious, as it sucks him in greedily, and he can feel the way your walls stretch and pulse around him, begging to be filled with his coitus.

Your eyes were heavy, lips slightly pouty. You hair was slightly tousled in the most beautiful way. He could tell by your heart breath, and your soft breaths that you were struggling to keep still. You'll get your reward in due time.

He reached over to the cigar, that had ashed in the small glass tray and brought it up to his lips. His eyes watched yours, as you traced his every movement. He puffed on the cigar, before blowing a cloud of smoke- not directly at your face, but you were still caught in its pathway as it filled your lungs and made your eyes water. The earthy smoke smelled incredible though, only because it smells like him.

"Tell me about your day, honey." He says in a low, soothing voice. His other hand stroked your thigh gently, soothing the occassional quiver that ran over you.

You chewed on your lower lip, thinking about what you did do today. Your mind was going numb, fuzzy from sitting on his cock.

"I went to that new bakery we saw last week." You finally remember. "I tried their scones. They're really good, I bought some, and I got you a slice of their cheesecake."

"For me? How nice of you." He says, taking another hit of his cigar. You nodded, your bottom lip began to quiver. As good as it felt to be full of him, not having any stimulation in which your body was screaming for was filling you in with frustration. You wanted to move, to glide up and down his cock. Your swollen clit was throbbing, begging to be touched- but you didn't because you knew that's not what he wants right now. You needed to be a good girl,

His good girl.

He noticed, you were never very good at hiding your emotion. His hand splayed over your back, gently encouraging you to lie on his chest. You nuzzled your face into his neck. Being even closer to him seemed to ease the ache. His hand gently rubbed up and down your back soothingly.

Sweet little thing you are, just putty in his arms. He knows what you want, but unfortunately- he likes the way everything is, just like this. You, split open on his cock, keeping him warm and wet while he relaxes for the evening.

He knows you'll take it though. You'll do anything for him, just like he'd do anything for you.

[kookiemonsta97]

hi vannnnnn!!

first off how was your day!! i hope it’s been going well

secondly.. any worst!logan headcanons? particularly any filthy ones? (i’m feral 🫣)

a logan for you <3

HIIII CAS

My day HAS been going well, I finished my planter build (minus painting and actually planting it but!!) and I got the fattest, cheesiest pizza for dinner mmmmm

My grandma dropped off some v late christmas gifts and mine was a super cute new bag! A pocket heart charm AND a tiny lil vintage jewelry box with a REAL authentic two dollar bill in it. Pretty sure it belonged to my late grandfather :) <3

and that gif...mmm. yeah

Worst Wolvie headcanons? Don't mind if I do! (nsfw below!)

GENERAL:

I have this thing that he'll go into construction once he's settled in the new universe. It's easy to get a job with construction companies for the most part- and he's hella strong and looks it too, with a potty mouth and likes to drink- he'll fit right in!

SO polite and respectful to Althea. He'd be screaming at Wade one second, and the next be like "you need anything ma'am?" and get her a glass of water and everything else. No he does not support her cocaine habit.

PHEW I have a lot of trouble deciding how Logan would be after the events of D&P. I think he'd be struggling a lot still. He's such a hothead throughout most of the events of the movie, and I think that wouldn't stop being the case. I feel he'd probably simmer down a bit, but he would likely appear tense and awkward to some outsiders. He's not quite used to people being polite to him anymore.

when he meets you though, i think you'll capture his attention like no one else has

FLUFF (and a lil angst):

Oof, this is tricky too.

So I feel he'd be a bit rough around the edges when it comes to a relationship with you- at least in the beginning

He's not sure what to do. He has the capability of being soft, but he spent so long hardening his shell he's not sure how to be soft exactly.

His touches are intended to be gentle, but may feel rough as he tries to learn how to be with someone

His words are the same. I feel like sometimes his affection might come across sounding a lil angry

Once he gets comfortable though he'll be a complete lovebug

Initially put off by physical touch, he won't be able to get enough of it soon. Kisses, hugs, snuggles, booty smacks.

Hes a lil rough with the romance, but he'll try! Flowers brought home, remembers the little things about you- favorite snacks, drinks, etc.

As rough around the edges as he may be, he'll always be honest to you in how he feels. You may not initially feel like the man is heads over heels- but then after a cute and quiet date night he just looks at you all deadpan like "im so in love with you"

VERY protective. like over the top. Doesn't even like to see a man glance in your direction. Gets very nervous about you going out on your own too even if he hides it- he just doesn't want to lose you too :(

I feel in a way that he might be a little more settled down than his past self/variant. Kinda like Origins. More willing to get a nice house in the country, live a quiet peaceful life. He's been through a lot and somehow got you in the end. It's all he needs.

Not sure where to put this exactly, but I said in the past that I think he's a lot meaner than Old Man Logan- who I think is mean in a "i'm tired and sore and cranky" mean, while Worst Logan is mean in a "I don't fucking care about anything anymore " mean.

It comes out, when he's in a bad mood. He acts like he doesn't care but he does, things just hurt too much now and he's gotta shut it down

when it comes to being with you though, he begins to soften a bit more. You're able to listen and support him. His moods are never taken out on you

but you might get a sassy comment here and there

he genuinely loves you, wants things to work out. Will cut back greatly on the drinking.

won't think he deserves you, at all. will say that a lot.

everytime he looks at you it's the same lovesick face that origin logan has

I think im playing up how rough around the edges he is but I honestly think with you he'll still come off as a big sweetheart.

He'll still speak softly around you- even if you aren't together yet.

You'll catch him looking at you, an expression across his face you never seen him carry before. Something that looks like yearning

He'll melt in your arms. Hes like so much bigger than you but no one would realize by the way he just sinks into your embrace

i feel once you get to a certain point of your relationship, he'll be straight up worshipping you like the god/goddess you are

domestic life

cleaning the kitchen with him, late at night. Hes finishing up the dishes while you're wiping the counter down. You come up behind him, your hands untuck his shirt from his jeans, and your wrap your arms around him underneath the shirt, pressing kisses to his back before smushing your cheek against him and waiting for him to finish his dishes

he'll really wonder then, as he looks out into the window above the sink, over the city where your small apartment resides in- how did he get here?

will become a blushy mess when you do sweet things for him, like getting him flowers, or bringing him lunch at work, lil things like that

call him pretty. see what happens. ;)

SMUT:

Back to him being mean :)

BIG on control. He lost control of his life for years, so regaining it is def gonna show up in the bedroom

orgasm denial is a big thing with him

will mock you for begging and crying over it

sex can get really rough with him. He could be a complete sweetheart in the beginning, and the something snaps and he's choking you out with his cock, bruising the back of your throat as he pounds your mouth like a sextoy

Likes to pin you. In every way. likes seeing you squirm and struggle.

Likes to tie you up too

Smacking. Your ass and tits and cunt are going to be SORE.

Fucking into you rough and hard, you can't take it, your eyes rolling back- he smacks your face to get you back into reality. Not hard- more like a lovetap. "You with me bub?"

will give you a big wet kiss after

growling and grunting

very animal like this one

likes to spit in your mouth, feels like he's claiming you in a way

BITER!

You're gonna have bite marks!

The claws come out a lot with this one. All of them do it- but he just doesn't even try to control it, very conscious of where his hands are though

BIG on being praised

you praise him and hes gonna turn into a whimpering puppy

the switch up happens SO FAST

has probably immediately cum a few times the moments you praised him for being so good

if you want to have control for the night, just give him some praise and it's all yours

you can tie him up all you want, tease him, anything and everything long as you call him a good boy, and that you love him and he'll behave nicely as long as you keep going

he'll be a whining mess, thrusting into the air bc he needs you so bad to take care of him. he only ever needs you now.

like literally this man is two sides. fucking evil as hell in bed or the most subby whimpering man you'll ever know

dont worry, he does like praising you too

even if he's being a mean motherfucker he'll still be calling you gorgeous, talking about how good you are, how you're always going to be his

i feel like he can get pretty nasty too. Like remember the scent thing I talked about before? He'll straight up dig his nose in your armpit during sex just to get high off the pheromones and sweat coming off you.

pins your head down with his foot while fucking you (i...may have a request for this in the works....)

now i need to watch deadpool and wolverine....

[kookiemonsta97]

Thinking about OldMan!Logan putting reader in the strongest, horniest matting press ever until she cries and begs him to slow down

You Make Me Feel So Young

Old man Logan X F! Reader

Logan's feeling feisty

A/N: I imagine Logan bursting into readers room like that big bird gif. You'll see what I mean.

Warnings: SMUUUT! MDNI, sexting/nudes, mutual masturbation, unprotection PiV, Logan gets a tad rough, and then a lil mean and teasing, mating press :), creampie

He hadn't felt this good in ages.

What was causing his sudden heightened mood, burst of energy, he didn't know. Maybe it was because he actually ate breakfast this morning, or the sunlight from earlier today and warm brush of wind that signaled Spring was here, or maybe it was because he has a pretty little thing by his side. All starry-eyed and eager to take care of him, make him happy.

Since you've come to his life, he has no excuse to stare down the bottom of a bottle every night. He doesn't skip meals anymore, because you won't let him. Even if he tries to tell you he's not hungry- you'd pout,

"You're really going to let me eat this all alone?"

And shit, he can never resist the way you stick out your bottom lip and look at him pleadingly with those stunning eyes. So he'll eat a few fries off your plate, finish off your sandwich. sip on your water with you.

What do you know, eating actual food, drinking water, it does make you feel better.

The aches and pain still come. The fits of coughing. The pain of his wounds healing themselves slower than they used too- yet still faster than an average man. Instead of bleeding to death like most men would with injuries he has sustained, he sits in some type of purgatory, not healed, but not dead either.

You're always there though. There to soothe the aches and pains. To rub his back when it gets too much. To clean him up and stitch what hasn't healed yet. You do it with a smile and a kiss.

He hasn't told you he loves you yet, but he's pretty sure you know.

It's not all about what you do for him though. Just who you are. Wonderful, full of life. He sees a future with you. When before, all he wanted was to take that last breath, finally be pretty to rest in the cold dirt; Now, he has reason to keep going, everyday.

The Chrsylers door slams shut, as he watched last of the bachelor's party drunkenly stumble back into the hotel. Normally he'd getting irritated chuaffering around a bunch of drunken fools but he couldn't deny that he was amused by them tonight. In a way, they reminded him of his young self. Bold, arrogant, didn't take life that serious.

As he watched the last nearly nosedive into the glass doors of the hotel entrance, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Pulling out his phone and glasses, he tucked them on and unlocked the screen where he saw your name popped up.

Busy night?

His expression softened at your name and text. Always checking up on him. It's late, you should be asleep. You like to wait up for him despite his pleas for you not too. One of you should at least have a full nights sleep. He looked back at the hotel entrance, making sure none of the bachelors have passed out in the foyer in their own vomit, before returning to the drivers seat.

Once seated, he texts you back.

Got a few jobs

He set his phone on his lap, waiting for you to text back while he stared out the window. The phone buzzed and he quickly grabbed it.

Should I expect you late, or do you think you'll come home soon?

Another text from you came in just as he read the first one

I miss you <3

A faint smile stretched across his face. He responds back to you.

I'll see what I can do. Miss you too baby.

He exits your chat, going to the app where he gets his jobs and communicates with customers. The next pickup isn't for an hour. He grumbles to himself, as he felt eager to join your company. He as scowled at the time of the job- your name popped up again.

He clicked on the chat.

To keep you company ;)

Below your text, was an image. An extremely delightful image to grace Logan's eyes. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He let out a soft gasp, eyes growing heavy as he observes the curves of your figure in the dirty picture you have sent him. Your hand strategically placed to block what he really wanted to see.

Fuck

His cock throbbed in his trousers and he quickly palms it with his free hand. He stared at every detail, every single pixel- as if he hadn't already committed you to his memory. He squeezed himself through his pants, a small groan escaping him.

Another picture came in, from another angle.

He swiped the chat away. Quickly going to the work app, he canceled the job. Fuck it if he loses some money- all the blood in his head has rushed down to his second head, he's not thinking straight anymore.

Once the cancellation was confirmed, he put the limo into drive, checked his mirrors and quickly pulled off onto the road, driving towards the highway.

Meanwhile, you're in bed, concerned by a lack of response from Logan. It's marked that he's seen it- and he usually responds. Sometimes you'd get a phone call from him, leading to some phone sex as you get yourself off to the sound of his voice. Never have you received nothing from him though. It made you worry if he got into some trouble.

It's not till you heard the familiar sound of doors opening and shutting that you sat up from bed. You held a blanket over yourself, still nude from the pictures you've taken, and listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the bedroom.

The door opened, and Logan stood there- looking flustered as hell.

"Oh-" You blinked in surprise, "Lo, honey what are you doi-"

Before you could finish, he was on you faster than you could blink. His hands tore your comforter off you, as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you towards him with a yelp, him kneeling onto the bed and slotting himself between your legs and his lips crashed onto yours.

You moaned as he licked into you mouth. He grinds into your core, you could feel his hard cock through his trousers. Your arousal was soaking the cloth of his pants but he didn't care. Your hands clenched at his shirt, desperately grabbing onto him, onto something because he was moving so damn fast you could barely process it.

"Logan!" You gasped, tearing yourself away from his kisses. "Baby- what's got into you?"

"You." He says, lurching forward again, his tongue pressed against yours. His hands explored your figure. Cupping your breasts and rubbing circles into your nipples. He slid them down your curves, pulling you flush against his hips as his kisses trailed down your neck and between the valley of your breasts.

"Mm-" You tipped your head back, arching into him as his tongue ran over your skin, becoming hot and sweaty from Logan's incessant grinding. You pushed him up, sitting yourself up in his lap while meeting him in a heated kiss.

Your hands pushed off his jacket, and worked on unbuttoning his shirt. Once you reached the last button, he pulled it off, discarding it to the side. You helped him pulled off his white tank. Revealing his torso, littered with hair and scars. You pressed open mouth kisses over his chest, running your tongue over a nipple- a deep moan from him gracing your ears.

He pushed you back onto the bed, and you watched him quickly undo his belt, unzipping his pants and pushing it down to his thighs.

"Those pictures really riled you up huh?" You smiled.

He looked down at you, and grinned. His smile sent warmth through you- and a little worry. Almost devilish in how he looked at you.

His thumbs hooked into his briefs, pulling them down to join with his pants. His cock waved at you in the air, and you couldn't help the small giggle that escaped you at the sight of it.

Reaching your hand up, you grasped his girth. Your thumb ran along the thick vein that ran from his hip, down to the tip of his head, red and swollen- leaking pre-cum that you used as a lube as you stroked him slowly, watching as his expression melted into something pleasurable.

He wasn't going to let you have all the fun though.

He leaned down over you while you jerked him. His free hand reached down between your thighs, finding your clit. His calloused fingers rubbed circles into you- at the same pace that you stroked him.

His lips brushed over yours, but he didn't fully kiss you. Only a teasing touch as he circled your clit, making your hips squirm. Every time your hand pumped him faster, his own hand worked you faster- until your panting, barely able to focus, your hand moving him on autopilot as you focused on your impending finish.

Only-

He took his hand away. You felt your pleasure melt away, leaving your core aching and needy.

"Logan-" You whined,

"Hush baby." He grumbles, bringing his hands to the back of your knees and pushing them up to your chest. "I got you-"

You angled his cock to your core, as he carefully thrusts into your folds, bumping your clit that elicits a harsh gasp from you each time. Then you felt his tip push into your cunt, and your head fell back in relief as he buried himself in you- inch by inch.

He barely gave you time to adjust- not wanting to waste another second of his burst of energy, he began pounding into your pussy. A moaned scream escaped you, as your hands reached to grab onto his wrists- where he still held your legs to your chest.

"Lo-!" You cried out. The bed shook underneath you, his thrusts coming in powerful droves where his hips slammed against yours.

"Taking me so damn well darling-" He says through gritted teeth, as sweat beaded his forehead, and his face becomes more flushed.

You never seen him like this before. While you and Logan had a fairly active sex life, his stamina and energy wasn't always there. Still better than anyone you ever been with though- the man can make you cum as many times as he desired, completely wreck you.

This, it was almost too much.

He was fucking into your harder and faster than you were used too. It felt so good, but so much. You couldn't think straight, you couldn't catch your breath. You're pretty sure the mattress is going to break soon under the power of his thrusts.

Breathless, you tried to say his name- to tell him to slow down but you could barely manage it. The buildup in you was intense. Your nails dug into his skin. Logan's grunts filled your ears, and you could only focus on the sound of him and the feeling of his cock splitting you open over and over and over.

He leaned down, his chest and hips flushed against you. Your legs hooked over his shoulders and he wrapped his arms completely around you. His pace didn't falter, in fact he seemed to get faster- using you as leverage to slam into you harder.

His knees spread farther and buried into the mattress, his heavy breath hit across your face. He tipped his chin up, staring down at you with parted lips- watching your every expression.

He never admitted to you how he wished he'd met you in his prime. Where he could go multiple rounds without breaking a sweat. Sure, his game is still considerably better then most men, but nothing like how he used to be. He can put you to sleep, happy, satisfied and filled with him to the brim. He always wants to give you more.

This? This was just merely a fraction of what he could do to you. Whatever this burst of energy he has, he's using every bit of it.

"Lo-" Your lips formed into that pout he always thought was so cute. "I- I-!" You whined, unable to form words. Each thrust knocking them out of your head.

"What sweetheart?" He grunted. You moaned, your head falling limply to the side, tears welling up in your eyes as exhaustion threatened to break you.

"Slow down!" You managed to cry out, before moaning when he hits that sweet, honey spot inside you.

"What's that baby?" He asks, clearly having heard you- but he wanted to hear it again. It may be awful, but fuck it fills him with pride to hear a young thing like you to beg him to slow down.

"Please- Slow, slow down?" You whined,

He obliges, pacing himself slowly in and out of you. It felt good, you could catch your breath- but now he was being painfully slow. He rutted deep into you, the coarse hair that sat above his cock brushed over your clit, sending shocks of pleasure through you that made your legs tremble- but it wasn't enough to push you over that edge you needed so badly.

"That better baby?" He coos, a teasing edge in his voice.

"You can...Go faster than that-" You mumbled lazily.

"Slow down, go faster, can't make up your mind now can you?" He taunts. He stops himself, buried inside you, but unmoving.

"Logan!" You cried. "Move!"

"Oh, that's not good enough either huh?"

You huff, opening your eyes to look at him- to be greeted by a cocky grin. Almost youthful in the way his eyes sparkling looking down at you. You realized he loved every second of this. He always teased you a little bit, but this was something different.

You like it.

"Please- Please you can do whatever you want just-"

You gasped when he picked up his brutal pacing into you again. Angling himself to pound into the sweet spot, that had you seeing stars. You've become mindless, just taking everything he gives you.

He could feel the way you clenched around him, the look in your eyes told him you were close. Contrary to his brutal thrusts, he softly pressed his lips over yours, gentle and loving. He whispered,

"Cum for me baby."

You let go, waves of pleasure rushing through you, seemingly never-ending as Logan fucks you through it. Your throat was hoarse from screaming his name- you didn't even notice.

Logan slammed into you one last time, as you felt his cock twitch inside you. With a loud grunt and locked jaw, he filled you up- just as he likes to, his messy way of claiming you all for himself.

His face buried into your neck when he finished, the both of you out of breath, covered in sweat.

"Lo..." You sighed sleepily. "Mm, that was nice."

"Yeah." He replies, before pushing himself up and pulling out of your carefully. Your legs were sore, and numb from being in one position for so long. To your surprise, he flipped you onto your stomach. "We're not finished yet, darling."

[kookiemonsta97]

protective (Logan howlett x fem!reader)

content warnings: sfw + nsfw (graphic, safe word, aftercare), minors look away word count: 762 a/n: i’m such a sucker for logan atm, especially protective logan so here are some head canons

sfw logan positioning himself between you and every. other. person. no matter who walks by, whether they’re even looking at you or not, logan shifts in front of you or pulls you behind him no one would ever be able to reach you the second logan towers before you, sharp eyes set on anyone who passes you even in moments of calm in the mansion, he makes sure that any potential impact can be absorbed by him. busy students who have to catch their next class on time and aren’t mindful of their surroundings? logan has an arm wrapped around you, keeping you between him and the wall. hank comes up to you to talk about grading papers? well, he’ll just have to have that conversation with you while peering over logan’s shoulder to catch sight of you. clothes were a sensitive topic. you didn’t like it when he told you what to wear and what not to wear and he didn’t like it when you were unhappy with him, so he truly tried to keep it to a minimum. only every now and then, he’d raise an eyebrow at a pair of shorts or a deep cut shirt, displaying what he clearly considered his and only his. a short glance of his was usually enough to make you sigh and change into something he deemed more appropriate – but often enough you put your foot down. then he’d simply hover by your side for the rest of the day, adjusting the fabric over your chest every now and then or pulling your skirt down a little, stepping behind you when you picked something up from the ground. he loved you drunk. he loved you sober more but something about you in this endearing state, stumbling over your own feet and giggling at things you’d usually roll your eyes at, it really got to him. he would put his arm around you, keeping you upright and tightly pressed to his side. at the end of the night, he’d place a soft kiss on your forehead after making you drink a glass of water and already put down a bottle of tylenol for you on the bedside table. no funny business when you were that intoxicated even though the flush of the alcohol in your cheeks warmed his core more than he could handle. you’re ill? logan’s just studied medicine within seconds. he looks like a walking infirmary, packs of tissues and cough drops in every pocket, ready to whip out whatever you need the second you’re feeling just the tiniest bit off. the way that man attempts to make soup, only to then have to resort to store bought broth. but hey, points for trying! he knows when you have to take your medication and keeps an eye on you, making sure you actually do it. tender words of adoration leave his lips when you feel bad, he’d do anything to soothe away all traces of illness

nsfw (bye bye minors) logan is an animal in bed. you’re lucky if you can walk the next day, feeling your insides rearranged and shaped to every indent of his cock :) but he never goes beyond your limits. he constantly checks in when you’re high on his touch, when he’s finger deep in you, when he splits you in half he loves to see your eyes well up when your lips are wrapped around his massive length, taking him as deep into your throat as possible and can’t help but put a tender hand on your cheek to wipe away any tears that spill safe word usage (a/n: i want to write a drabble about this hehehe) you have a safe word with him and you’ve only had to make use of it once he made you pick it out the first time you slept together, insisting that he would feel more comfortable if you chose one and so you did. the second the word left your lips, he stopped moving. “you ok, baby? i’m just gonna pull out, darlin’.” afterwards, he’s so sweet. bringing you a shirt and softly kissing your forehead. thanking you for telling him, for trusting him to stop, ensuring that he’s proud of you for vocalising your boundaries aftercare king, i won’t hear anyone out the second he slips out of you, he rests a soothing hand on your tummy, your head, any part of you, stroking softly over your heated skin. he makes you drink water, checks in and kisses any bruises, love bites and hickeys that his strong grip left on you

thank you for reading :) gentle reminder that likes are more than appreciated but comments and reblogs make the dream work

[kookiemonsta97]

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[kookiemonsta97]

I’m thinking about giving old man Logan a lap dance because you get carried away in a bar one night. He’s trying to keep himself stoic but you and your friends are having the time of your lives drinking right next to him, and one of them notices him. They not-so-subtly shove you over, shrieking something about how he’s ’in your age range’. You’re decades younger than him but he finds out that’s the point when you giggle bashfully, liquor and embarrassment alike heating your cheeks as you inform him that you’re into ‘older guys’. He’s still slouched over his drink, but he decides to humor you and puts it down for long enough to have a grunted conversation. He finds out it’s your birthday and he doesn’t mind pitching in to buy you a drink. Of course this sends your gaggle of friends into a frenzy, and all of them think they’re being very quiet when they proclaim that ‘he wants you so bad’. Logan’s drink isn’t your last and you get absolutely wasted, eyes alight and brain far away. Logan heads to the bathroom at one point and when he comes back one of your friends shoves you into his lap before he can turn into the bar. He muscles you gently upright, making sure you’re stable, but you were perfectly comfy where you were, thank you, and your drunk brain tells you that the nice old man who paid for your birthday drink deserves a lap dance. He takes his hands off of you because he doesn’t want you to think he’s holding you down, and despite his exasperated grumbling and groaning, an amused smirk wrestles its way onto his face. You’re putting more of your weight on him than you typically would during a lap dance, practically just sitting on him and bouncing, but that means there’s heavy pressure against Logan’s cock, and he can hold his whiskey well enough to ensure that his systems still function. When it becomes clear that he’s not going to convince you to regain your composure he sits back and enjoys it, even if he keeps up his faux irritation. When you finally tire yourself out you slump back onto him, and your neck is bared directly in front of his face. You’re wearing perfume and you’ve clearly dabbed some on your neck because it fills Logan’s nose and only makes the pressure on his cock worse where you’re resting over it. You’re lucky you found a limo driver, even if you didn’t know it, because you’re escorted home in style. He thinks you’d have been too drunk to give him the correct phone number but he calls out of boredom a few nights later, and he recognizes the tone of your voice “Hello, who’s this?” instantly from the way it had giggled against his ear just a few nights ago.