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Yessssss this is what I like to read over my sunday breakfast 😋 loveeee this

Libidinous

DOFP! Logan Howlett X F! Reader

He just can't stop thinking about you

A/N: Nothing to say

Warnings: SMUT! M! masturbation. A lot of it. A lot. 4k of it to be exact. Sexual fantasys, logans a perv, he's also incredibly, unbearably, insanely horny, unprotected piv, fingering, f! recieving oral, creampie, logans a BIG perv, panty sniffing? Reader is able-bodied, clothes described

There she goes again

He watched you walking down the hall. Heels clicking against the floor. Your hair bounced with each step. You were distracted by the books and folders and papers gathered in your arms, hand searching through trying to find a specific paper.

You had on a pencil skirt and a blouse. The outfit simple, professional- but fuck it looked good on you. The shape of your curves drove him wild.

Your legs- all he could think about was having them wrapped around his hips.

He imagined ripping open your blouse while you chastise him for it, because it was your favorite.

Your perfect makeup, smudged as he kissed the living daylights out of you.

“Shoot!”

You tripped over your heels, dropping all your papers and books to the ground.

“Ugh!”

Logan didn’t waste time coming to your rescue.

“Careful.” His voice sounded hoarse, and he quickly cleared it as he gathered your papers.

“Thank you,” You sigh. “I’m a mess today.”

I’ll show you a mess.

“You’re alright sweetheart.” He reassures. “Why in such a rush?”

“Ugh I’m late for a meeting with the professor.” You groan. “He wants to go over the seniors final papers together so he could compare them with their first year papers. I had to dig through years of stuff in my closet to find them. At least I had them unlock Scott who shreds everything.” You shook your head, continuing to gather papers that have scattered towards the farther parts of the hallway.

He made a pile and looked up at you, noticing how you were on your knees, bent over- the back of your skirt was riding up your thighs.

He looked away when you turned to look at him.

“It took me nearly 2 hours. So I’m starting to think Scott has a point.”

Logan merely grunts. He wasn’t going to be vocal about it- but he did agree with Scott. He tossed most papers away unless it was something to give back to students.

Instead his mind thought about you being bent over, all frazzeled and flustered.

Finishing cleaning up the papers, he held a stack while you held another. The papers were all separated unfortunately, but you had to deal with it.

“Thank you Lo.” You stood up, brushing dirt off your legs with your free arm, and gave him an appreciative smile. “You’re a life saver. You can stack those on here-”

“No, no, I’ll walk with you.” He says. “C’mon.”

“Oh!” You beamed, “Such a gentleman…”

Later that night, he stroked his cock to the memory of you.

He pictured bending you over his desk. Your skirt pushed up to your hips. His mind race, what would he find?

The pink lacey pair of panties that looked perfect against your skin, or maybe a nice regular pair of cotton, so he could see how wet you were. He’s seen your laundry, your dirty panties that sit in the basket unattended, knows what you wear.

Maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

That made his hips thrust into the air, as he squeezed the head of his cock.

Not yet, he thought. He didn’t want to cum just yet. Not until he can imagine ruining you perfectly. He slowed his rhythm over his cock, he always unconsciously speeds up when something turns him on.

Maybe you’d have on the panty hose- so he could rip them apart and see his prize. Like unwrapping a gift.

You’d whine under him. Begging him to hurry up, to fuck you. He will- but he wanted to tease you a little bit first. He’d grab ahold of his shaft, and rub his tip against your folds, tease your clit and your hole. He pulls away and sees the way you’re dripping for him.

“Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He imagines saying to you, mumbling it quietly under his breath as he paused his stroking, thumb rubbing over his slit to gather the pre-cum leaking and using it to lube himself more.

“Logan…” You would whine. Arching your back against him, standing on your tippy toes and pushing your bare pussy towards him. Like a damn cat in heat. You’d wiggle your hips- like you’re trying to entice him. He’d smack your ass, and teach you a lesson in patience, then fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.

His hand gripped his cock tighter, hissing as he imagined it was your cunt he was dipping into. You must feel fucking amazing, all warm and wet, tight around him like you’re trying to keep him inside. He stroked faster, with each thrust he imagined into you. He pictures you screaming his name, repeating it over and over as he brought you closer and closer to your peek.

Logan!

He could picture your sweet voice, he could picture the moan that leaves your lips.

Suddenly- he wants to see your face.

He pulls out, flipping you over before sinking back into you- resuming his brutal thrusts. His hips smacking against yours. Lewd noises filling the room- He imagined them sounding similar to his hand on his cock.

You’re squirming all over, unable to sit still with your approaching orgasm- you’re close- he can feel it. Fuck you’re squeezing him tight. Your hands are everywhere, grabbing the desk, into your hair, grabbing him. He loved your touch but he needed to focus- he needed you to focus- focus on how good he was making you feel.

He grabbed your wrists, pinning them at your side.

“Take it-” He grunts, his hips thrust into the air, picturing him pounding you, your tits bouncing, your face- pure bliss.

He feels you come around him, soaking him, your so tight he can’t pull out- so he doesn’t. He cums deep inside you. He cums with a shout of your name. He can only imagine how it must feel, as he clenches his tip and pictures his hand as your tight pussy. Ropes of cum cover him, sticky and messy- but he doesn’t care.

With each harsh pant, he thinks about pulling out. You’re ruined- with a fucked out expression, your clothes and hair a mess- legs spread, and he’s watching himself leak out of you onto his desk.

He pulled up his briefs, wiping his hand off on a discarded shirt. Grabbed a pair of sweatpants and pulled it on, nearly stumbling as he reached the door and opened it.

“Sweetheart-” He mumbles to himself, only to be drawn out his daydream when he heard several knocks on his door. For fucks sake- He glanced at the clock on his bedside table, it was late. Who was knocking on his door?

There you were.

Shit, was I loud?

Your expression had more concern than anything. “Lo, I heard you shouting, are you okay?” You asked gently. “Did you have a nightmare?”

His heart softened, anxiety easing. That would be his best excuse- sure, a nightmare.

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck, eyes grazing over your sweet face. Your hair was a little messy, probably from lying in bed and you were adorning a cute little nightgown. Falling down to your knees, with little straps. In your favorite color. He could feel his cock twitching again. “Yeah, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Oh, Lo, you don’t need to apologize.” You say gently. “I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

His heart softened. God you were so damn sweet. You didn’t need someone like him in your life.

That only made him ache for you more.

He smiled, leaning against the door frame, bracing an arm against it. He noticed a flicker in your eyes- the way it darted to his arm, his biceps, and then to his chest.

“With you near? I’m perfectly fine darling.”

He heard the small hitch in your breath, and you looked away with a shy smile on your face.

“Lo…” You let out a small laugh shaking your head. You looked at him past your pretty lashes, and he felt his heart stop. “Do you need anything? Some water?” You ask gently.

“I’m alright.” He nods, resisting the urge to reach out and tip your chin up. His hand still had some cum on it- he simply couldn’t touch you, as much as he liked too.

He’d loved to watch you clean him up. See those pretty lips smiling up at him, painted with his creamy essence until you lick them clean. He’d pull you in and kiss you dizzy after- addicted to tasting himself on you.

You chewed on your bottom lip, and nodded. “Okay, well if you do need anything…Even just to talk. I’m right down the hall.” You offer sweetly.

“Yeah, thanks.” He says. You turned away, glancing back at him one more time, he sensed apprehension from you, like you had something more to say, but you seemed to decide against it.

“Goodnight Lo.”

“Night darling.”

He watched you return to your room- admiring how your nightgown flowed over your form. The satin left little to imagination, the way it seemed to almost cling to your skin. He could make over the perfect curve of your ass. Your hips swung side to side and if he didn’t know bother he’d think you were doing it on purpose.

When you disappeared into your room, he snapped out the spell you seemingly have on him. He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as he felt his cock get hard again.

Maybe this time he’ll think about you riding him in that little gown.

The next few days were torture. Something about you had been driving him crazy. Every moment you’re together, your scent, your body, your pretty little face, made him feral.

Logan was good at pretending.

He ran into you outside. He was smoking a cigar, trying to get away from some of the kids that’ve been bugging him.

You came back from a jog- wearing a tight little outfit. Spandex leggings and a sports bra.

It wasn’t the way the spandex was fitting over your curves- although it certainly didn’t help. It was seeing you all sweaty and out of breath. You smiled at him when you came to a stop, grabbing your water bottle that was sitting nearby.

You took a long swig. He watched your throat move, the sweat that beaded on your skin rolling down your neck, to the crease of your breast.

Fuck

Not to mention your scent. You smelled amazing- Stronger than usual. Even the lotion and deodorant you wore couldn’t hide you from Logans nose.

His cock throbbed painfully in his jeans and he just hoped that it wasn’t obvious.

“Hey Lo-” You finally greeted him when you finished taking your drink. “Nice day?”

“Now that you’re here.” He hums, ashing the cigar before sticking it between his teeth, squinting at you against the bright sun.

You beamed at him, before bashfully looking away and messing with your water bottle. You took another sip, before setting it down and beginning to stretch.

“Any plans later?” You asked.

“Nah.”

“Wanna go see a movie?”

He stared at you- not initially understanding your words. Mainly because you decided to bend over as you asked him this. Your perfect ass on full display for him- if he looks close enough, he could see the outline of your panties. He quickly looked away when you straighted up to look at him.

“Yeah, sure.” He says with a casual shrug, reaching up to grab the cigar. He blew out a big puff of smoke, not catching your little smile.

“Anything you want to see?” You asked, turning to lift you leg, stretching it on the brick halfway. You leaned foreward, hands touching your toes, before twisting your side to stretch more. Logan watched you intently.

“You pick. I don’t keep track of what’s coming out.” He says. “Just uh…Don’t get something cheesy.”

“Aw c’mon! The cheesier the better!” You turned your head to beam at him. You moved to switch legs, turning towards him as you continued stretching. “But fiiiiine, I’ll pick something with lots of action, speedy cars, and ninjas.”

He rolls his eyes. “Just don’t pick a chickflick.” He puffed on the cigar again, eyes raking over your form. His cock has been throbbing uncomfortably in the confines of his jeans. His patience low resulting a low rumble of his voice.

He needed relief.

You continued stretching in silence and he watched- not very discreetly, but you didn’t seem to notice.

His mind wandered to what he could do to you in that outfit. It’s so tight, he could get you off without pulling a single piece of clothing off. You’re all sweaty, probably be uncomfortable- but he won’t listen to your whines.

You let out a deep moan as you finished stretching- His cock throbbed painfully at the sound.

“I’ll uh..” He quickly tossed the cigar to the ground stomping it out. “I’ll find you when I’m ready.”

You smiled and nod, “Okay!”

He quickly turned and walked away,

fuck fuck fuck

He needed somewhere quiet, somewhere private. Making it to the privacy of his bedroom wasn’t an option. He found himself in a broom closet, acting on instinct as he undid his belt, pushing his jeans down to his thighs.

He hissed when his cock popped out, bouncing in the air. His tip red and swollen, a thick vein that throb with his heartbeat, precum had smeared over his tip and onto his boxers.

He spit onto his hand and took his cock in hand to slowly stroke it, falling back against the door, his head tipped back and his lips parted in relief as he did slow steady strokes.

His mind went back to you again.

What would he do to you now?

He’d pin you down, and rub your cunt against the spandex of your leggings.

“Logan- I need to shower!” You’d squeal in his ear.

He’d clean you up. He’ll lick every inch of sweat off of you. He pushes his fingers against your clothed cunt, the fabric added extra stimulation against your clit. His tongue runs over your midsection, tasting the saltiness of your skin, then running it over the fabric of your sports bra until he reaches you chest. He sucks hickeys into your skin.

You smell so damn good, taste good too. He can’t get enough.

He strokes faster, thinking of taking his hand off your clothed pussy. He forms a fist, and

Snikt!

He felt his claws pop out, his cock jumped in his hand from the sting. Letting out a muffled groan, he didn’t bother to retract them as he continued in his fantasy.

The sound of cloth ripping, your soft gasps.

“Logan! I liked these pants!”

He chuckles to himself. Ignoring your complaints he forcefully spread your legs. Still clothed- but a perfect rip, to show off your pretty pussy. He carefully pushed the cloth aside to expose you more. Brushing his fingers through your folds, you whimpered at his touch.

“Like that gorgeous?”

He begins rubbing your clit, at the same pace as he strokes his cock. You’re moaning, begging for more. He gives it to you.

Sliding two fingers inside, he lets out a soft moan- quickly covering his mouth when he remembers that he’s inside a damn broom closet. He bites down on his hand, letting out quiet grunts as he strokes himself faster.

His tongue is on your clit, playfully flicking it- riling you up, making you sensitive. He wondered how’d you react? Would you squirm and try to push him away?

He’d only make it worse. He’ll continue teasing you, making your bundle of nerves so sensitive it would send electric shocks through you with each gentle touch. Never letting you feel that finish. He’d pin you down and make you take it.

He wanted to make you scream, wanted to see you- all soft and gentle and sweet become ruined by him.

He’ll eat you out, stretch you open with his fingers. Taste every single inch of you and savor it. Make you cum on his face- 2, no 3 times. He’s needs it, he’d drink from you everytime you came. He’d love to make you spray all over his face- and then kiss the air out of you and make you taste yourself on his tongue.

When it’s all over- you’re shaking, a filthy mess, babbling nonsense as you try to regain your strength.

That’s when he’ll have his way with you.

He let down a choked grunt, biting down on his hand as he spilled over his hand and onto the floor. He kept stroking himself, not stopping even to the point where his legs shook. He tipped his head back, panting as he quietly mutters your name.

When he came back to himself, he looked at the mess he made.

“Well fuck…” He mutters.

A little shame hits him. How desperate he was to get laid- no, he could get laid. He could go to a bar and find someone willing. He wants to be with you. He wants to feel you underneath him, to have your hands caress his face and kiss him like he matters most to you. He wants to share intimate moments, make you feel good- he knows he could.

He also wants to bury his cock inside you.

You, who always plague his thoughts night and day.

You have no idea the dirty things he thinks of you. The fantasies he indulges himself nightly at this point.

He woke up in a cold sweat one night. Not a nightmare- just another dirty dream. That one had you tied up, arms bound behind your back, your legs spread, ankles tied to the bedpost. Completely at his mercy.

He needed a drink.

He made his way to the kitchen- only to find it wasn’t empty.

You were standing by the counter, looking at your phone, eating cookies that Ororo had made earlier. He stood there watching you for a moment- deciphering if it would be a good idea to chat when moments ago he was just dreaming about-

Fuck it.

He cleared his throat, and you glanced up and smiled.

“Hey Lo,” You greeted in that soft voice. “Couldn’t sleep?”

“Something like that.” He mumbles as he walks in, keeping his eyes to the ground. You’re wearing that stain nightie again, and the way you’re leaning against the counter made your breasts on full display.

He seated himself across you anyway.

“Want one?” You offered him but he waved it off. “You’re missing out.” You smiled at him. “I heat them up in the micro-” You stopped yourself, remembering his distaste- or rather hatred for microwaves. “Um… They’re just really good and goey and all.”

He quirked a brow. Glancing at the glass of milk you had next to the plate. “I’m good. But thanks.”

What I really want to eat is you

You shrug, the strap of your slip on fell off your shoulder, making him swallow hard. You finished off your cookie and taking a drink from the milk. A small drop spilled from the corner of your lips, rolling down to your chin.

His mind went wild.

Now he’s picturing you on your knees, giving him a sinful smile before you kiss the tip of his cock, smearing pre-cum onto your lips. You’re stroking him, your tongue dipping into his slit.

His hand grabbed his cock behind the counter, squeezing it through his sweatpants.

Your wiped your face clean after setting the milk down on the counter. Then look at Logan- he couldn’t look you in the eyes.

“Lo?”

“Yeah?”

“Has something…Been wrong?” You tilt your head. He raised a brow, quickly dropping his hand.

“What do you mean?”

“You just seem distant lately. Like you’re always distracted.” You gave him a soft smile. “I just want to make sure things are okay with us?”

He parted his lips. “Yeah, yeah of course sweetheart.” He says gently. “I just been distracted with the damn finals coming up. Damn kids left and right bugging me with questions.”

You laughed. “Yeah tell me about it….” You traced your glass with your finger. He’s picturing you tracing that vein on his cock.

“It ain’t you though.” He reassures. “Honestly you’re the only thing thats keeping me from going off into the mountains.”

“I’d come with you.” You teased.

“Oh yeah?” His hand gripped his cock again. He wants to fuck you in the woods.

“Yeah. It’d be fun.” You say, a gleam in your eye.

There was silence between you both. He can’t do this.

“I uh…Well I’m going to go back to bed.” He says quickly, hopping off the stool. “Don’t stay up too late sweetheart.”

“I won’t. Night Logan!”

“Night…”

He practically booked it out of the kitchen and back to his room.

Once he reached it, shoving the door closed behind him, he went to his bed and pulled out something pink from under his pillow. It was one of your panties.

Fuck does he feel guilty for taking them from your laundry.

But not really.

They were right there- he wasn’t even thinking. When he took a sniff, and found they were used he didn’t waste time stuffing it into his pocket. He’s kept it under his pillow since, could faintly smell it even as he lays down. Fuck it was addicting.

He shoved his sweats down, freeing his cock that was pulsing with need. Not wasting time he began stroking- long even strokes that didn’t bring relief- just more need. He jerked himself faster, bringing your panties to his nose and taking a deep sniff.

He moaned, loud, and a soft whimper of your name as his hips bucked forward.

“Logan?”

He froze. Eyes not daring to look at the door- but he could sense you there. He didn’t close the door all the way- and you must have heard him walking by. You caught him with his pants down. Literally.

“Shit!” He turned his back towards you- aware his bare ass is still visible but it was better than his dick in his hand. He tossed your panties to the bed, quickly pulling up his sweatpants. “Fuck- I’m sorry you weren’t meant to see that-” He turned around, unable to look you in the eye.

You were silent, and he felt sick- Wondering if he just ruined a good friendship. Did you recognize your panties he was practically stuffing into his mouth? Did you hear him whimper your name?

A creak of the floorboard as you stepped closer. He looked up and there was this look in your eye….

Not disgust, repulse, anger-

Something else.

Desire?

“Why’d you stop Lo?” You asked in that soft voice again, and his cock jumped in his sweats. You noticed, a teasing laugh escaping you. Your hands touched the hem of his sweatpants, fingers hooking into the waistband with your nails softly scratching at the skin of his belly, teasingly stretching them out. “I wanted to see more….”

His mouth went dry.

Holy shit? Is this real?

You stepped closer, looking up at him, fluttering your eyelashes.

“Please?” You asked, tilting your head.

He blinked, finally coming back to himself. “Go on.” He nods for you to continue. You pulled his sweats down, eyes brightening at the sight of his cock, you chewed on your bottom lip.

“So…” You smile, looking back up at him, a confident expression on your face. “This is what you’ve been doing every night, moaning my name.”

“Heard that huh?” His voice turns quiet, shy. His ears turned red, the color spreading to his cheeks.

“Mm. It’s a nice sound.” You hum, stepping closer, the tip of his cock pressed into your satin nightie, against your belly. “Lo, did you really think I haven’t noticed?”

He smirked. “Sorry sweetheart…” He leans into you, “I was just in my own head, thinking bout you all the time.”

“I think about you a lot too y’know…” You say quietly. You batted your eyelashes at him, suddenly your shy self returning. “Can you….Show me what you’ve been thinking about?”

#sooooo good #perv logan my beloved 🥰#i just love masturbation fics lol #fic rex #🦖

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