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marleysfinest · 1 year

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"you can take it."

nsfw. geto x fem reader. cw rough sex, pet names. characters aged up as usual

word count 1.1k

suguru groans into your ear as he pushes himself into you agonizingly slowly, ignoring the way your thighs twitch and your back arches beneath him, your knees pinned haphazardly against your shoulders. your breath catches as he pauses for a moment once he's completely inside, part of you squirming from discomfort, the other awash with pleasure. this has been something you've thought about for a long time, and it appears as if he has, too.

he has you totally at his mercy; legs folded with your feet lolling over his shoulders, arms pinned high above your head, his fingers entwined in yours. he smirks as he takes in the sight of you, writhing and panting against the mattress already, despite having barely started. there had been an unspoken attraction between you for a long time; indeed, suguru was often on the receiving end of several playful jibes from satoru and shoko at the way you were around each other. both of you intending to remain stoic and uninterested, but failing miserably when you were betrayed by your techniques wavering so slightly, indicating your distractions. it only ever happened when you were around each other, and it didn't take the others long to put the pieces together. after a particularly embarrassing show of your technique falling by the wayside after hearing suguru cough, you'd cornered him on the way back to his room, demanding to know whether what he was doing was on purpose. he was defensive, initially, but eventually succumbed to his attraction for you that he'd been denying for so long. you hadn't resisted in the slightest when he'd pulled you into his room by your wrist and flung you onto the bed.

he leans down and grazes his lips against yours, teasing you into wanting more, and smirks as he lingers inches away from your face.

"this is what you wanted, right?" he whispers, not allowing you the chance to answer before leaning back in, tracing your lips with his tongue. the way his touch is so gentle is electrifying, and you can't help it when your thighs begin to tremble.

"you're the one that pulled me in here," you retort, smirking right back but silently cursing the way your voice tremors. you'd been rendered entirely immobile by him, and yet you still find yourself wanting to be the strong one in front of him. suguru shakes his head slightly, his signature bangs brushing your forehead gently.

"fine," he mutters, "you got me. gonna let me do this my way, or are you gonna keep distracting me as you're so fond of doing?"

you raise an eyebrow, wondering whether it's a genuine question, or a challenge. with a wry smile, you relax the tension in your back and legs, signalling that you're more than happy to succumb to him, for now.

"when do you ever not get what you want?" you ask. a look crosses his face then, and he wraps his fingers tightly around your palms, locking you firmly in place, and you feel pleased that your words had had the desired effect. his lips collide with yours, and soon your tongues dance together feverishly, each of you basking in the taste of one another as if your lives depended on it. suguru began to thrust slowly in and out, almost tentatively, as if he was getting used to you, too. your foreheads rest together as he establishes his pace, and with each thrust you grow more used to his size, falling into a state you hadn't found yourself in in a long time. suddenly, he thrusts harder, making you almost cry out a whine in surprise.

"c'mon," he chuckles, "that's not too much, is it?"

you bite your lip and your eyelashes flutter, realising that, despite pushing him as you'd intended, he is the one firmly in control. there's no point in fighting it; he'd won this battle. your lips part slightly to let out another moan, but suddenly you feel one of your hands freed, and suguru has gripped you by your jaw as his thrusts continue.

"I asked you a question," he growls gazing deeply into your eyes as he fixes your head in place so that you can't look away from him.

"is it too much?"

you can only whimper a "no" before his grip is removed, and he pulls himself out.

"good," he pants, grabbing you by the hips, "turn over."

you oblige and lay prone on the bed, the hairs on your body standing on end from head to toe, and you shiver as you feel him pepper soft, saccharine kisses from the base of your spine to the nape of your neck. his hand brushes away the hair from your shoulders, but he doesn't let it fall loosely against the pillow. instead, he winds the strands around his fingers gripping them firmly.

"be a good girl and arch your back again," he whispers, giving your hair a gentle tug. you do as your told, sighing at the silky tone his voice has taken on, the way he's ordering you around so bossy and yet so deep and rich and... calming? it didn't sting to follow his orders; a welcome change of pace. he uses his free hand to ease himself back inside you before resting it at the base of your spine to hold you in place, beginning to fuck you again.

"that's it, kitten," he praises, building up his speed, "stay just like that. take it for me."

suguru fucks you hard and well, and despite approaching your climax and feeling your thoughts cloud over, you can tell that he has wanted this every bit as much as you. there's a hint of relief, almost desperation, as he eventually lets go of your hair and digs his nails into the flesh of your hips, leaving puncture marks on the surface of your skin, little crescent moons of ownership. as you come, you push back against him, forcing him to buck into you and fill you up with his release, the sight of you making a mess over him coupled with the way you pushed him deeper sending him over the edge.

you both pant and float back to earth, and suguru rests atop you as you relax the arch of your back. you can feel the thump of his heartbeat against your shoulder blades, and take a moment to bask in the heat of his breath against your neck. once again, he brushes the hair away from your neck and plants a soft kiss, sending goose bumps rippling across your skin.

"so," you sigh, "you gonna stop distracting me now?"

#im really just very unwell for one suguru geto at this time #please ur thoughts and prayers #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru #geto x y/n

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writingthroughmyass · 22 days

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Service Animal (Part Three)

Logan Howlett X Reader (afab)

Part One here

Part Two here

CONTENT/WARNINGS: Get ready for smushing ya'll. Nothing especially kinky, just your average pp 2 pp sex as a result of all that foreplay in the first two parts lol. This fic doesn't really follow the logic of the movies, just warning you, cos let's be real there is no logic in the movies so I kinda combined it with the OG comics.

Enjoy!

You're pushing Logan backwards to your bed, kissing, licking and biting at his lips the whole way. The back of his legs come in contact with the mattress and you push him so he's sitting on the edge.

You climb on top of him, your knees are on either side of his thighs, never breaking contact from his mouth. You grind your hips down into his erection and moan into his mouth from the exquisite friction.

Your mouth moves to his neck, sucking and biting as your hands roam his broad chest, moving under the hem of his tight, white t-shirt to feel his firm flesh.

He's panting heavily, chest heaving with each breath, hands fisted tight into the fabric at your waist. You can't help but smile at his moans as you nibble the skin under his ear.

“Fuck, darling, where is this coming from? You could hardly even look me in the eye before,” he says breathlessly.

“I've been wanting this for a long time,” you murmur into the thick hair on his cheek.

“Well fuck, wish you'd told me. I've been dreaming about this from day one.”

You pull his t-shirt up his torso and he removes his arms from the sleeves so you can pull it over his head.

You sit back so you can look at him in all his glory. His hair is a mess from your wandering hands, pretty mouth hanging open so you can see his perfect, white teeth and pink tongue. His skin is flushed and you can see the marks you've made on him healing before your very eyes- which is a bit disappointing as all you want to do is brand him as yours.

He's looking up at you through half lidded eyes, the desire he feels is on full display, as evidenced by his mountain of an erection. Even through his jeans you feel how big he is, causing your mouth to salivate in excitement.

He's helping you to pull your own top off, throwing it carelessly across the room. Your breasts are at his eye level. He eyes them in awe despite still being covered with your bra. He leans forward and kisses them, starting at the middle of your sternum to your right breast then your left. His hands are so tight on your waist you're sure your skin will bruise.

He looks up at you as his hands move to your back, his eyes asking for permission before expertly unclipping your bra from your body. His eyes rove over the image of your bare breasts. He sits for a few moments, just looking.

Suddenly you feel a bit of shyness creep up on you at how he's staring so intently.

His right hand moves from your hip to gently trace the curve of your breast, running his fingers across the swell of it. You watch as he cups it, as if to test the weight of it before he grips your breast roughly in his palm. His other hand moves to your free breast, taking your nipple between thumb and forefinger and giving it a firm twist. Your back is arching, pushing your chest towards him as he watches his hands explore you.

“Perfect,” he whispers under his breath. “So fucking perfect, so pretty.”

“I could say the same,” you murmur.

Your hands are wondering over his stomach now, feeling how firm and broad it is under your comparatively small palms. Your fingers trace the shape of his abs, running through his lovely happy trail, letting the curls catch at your fingers. You make a sound at the back of your throat in ecstasy, delirious with excitement that you're finally able to touch him, to kiss him, to make him yours.

You moan when you feel the wet heat of his mouth over one of your nipples, his teeth grazing the tip.

Your fingernails run along the lines on his hips that lead down to his throbbing cock, which is hopelessly straining upwards to reach you.

His hands move to the middle of your back as he flips you over so your back is on the bed. You whimper in disappointment.

“What's wrong, darlin’?” he asks with a furrowed brow.

You distractedly think that you could get used to him calling you darling in that gravelly voice of his.

“I wanna play with your cock,” you whine. “Wanna touch you.”

“We'll get to it eventually, okay? I need to taste your pretty pussy. Please, let me.”

Logan? Begging during sex? Oh… your mind reels at how delicious it is.

“Well, what are you waiting for then?” you quip with a smile, your body almost vibrating with excitement.

Without further ado, he's unbuttoned your jeans and has his fingers hooked into the waistband, lifting your hips as he yanks it from your pelvis then your legs. He's hovering above you now, hands on either side of you. He dips his head so he can kiss you deeply. You feel yourself melt into him.

Fuck, he hasn't even touched you where you most need him, yet you feel your entire body coiling, preparing for what he's about to give you.

He mouths sloppily along your neck, down your chest and stomach. He spends a few extra moments enjoying the skin of your hip on his mouth before continuing his journey downwards until he arrives at your clothed pussy. He kneels on the floor and pulls your body closer to him by the thighs.

You realise he's playing with your body, teasing you, as a single finger gently prods at your soaking underwear.

“Fuck, darling's so wet already,” he murmurs.

You feel a little jump behind your ribs that travels to your core when his face moves to your pussy. His nose is flush with your entrance as he inhales deeply. You feel yourself squirm, his touches only causing your carnal itch to worsen instead of giving relief.

“This scent has been driving me crazy for too long,” he says, voice muffled from your pussy.

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, your head spinning.

His eyes rise to meet yours as his hands readjust your thighs, spreading them further and pushing forward so your knees are pointing to your shoulders.

“Remember when I told you I could smell if you're about to have an episode?”

“Yeah…” you say hesitantly, feeling your stomach drop.

“Well… I can also smell it when you're aroused,” he murmurs into your entrance, nose nudging against your clit in the most perfect way. “And wouldn't you know it… you're always aroused when you're around me.”

Your hands come up to cover your face.

“Well, fuck, that's so embarrassing,” you whine.

You already feel so exposed, spread out like this before him, his face full frontal with your pussy. Then he has to go and say that. There's something so wonderfully humiliating about it that has you clenching on nothing.

You feel his broad hands on your wrists, gently moving your hands away from your face.

“Don't hide. I wanna watch you,” he says in a low voice.

His eyes return to your pussy, moving forward so his lips are pressed to it, mouthing at you through your underwear.

It's so unfair. He's just playing with you, drawing this out. You need him to take you, ravish you, use you. But instead he's so slow and methodical about it, such a stark contrast to his everyday behaviour.

When you'd allow your mind to wander and fantasize about what he'd be like in bed, you'd always imagined him as feral, wild, selfish and unyielding. But you have to admit… this is so much better, even if it is frustrating and borderline painful as you feel the heat licking fervently in your belly.

You feel his hands pulling at the waistband of your underwear at your hips, two fingers tapping on one side. You take the hint and lift your pelvis so he can pull the fabric over your legs and feet, planting kisses sporadically from your hip to your ankle.

It occurs to you that he's practically worshipping your body, savouring each touch so completely that you're turning into mush beneath him. Again, it's incredibly frustrating, but you're enjoying the slow build.

His hands push your thighs forwards again, making you small.

His plush lips are running along one thigh, hands massaging your flesh as he takes his sweet time.

You begin to whimper impatiently but the sound only makes him chuckle darkly. He pulls back a little and blows gently onto your pussy. Your entire body gives an involuntary spasm at the sensation, a pathetic mewl sounding from the back of your throat.

“Fuck, you're a rat bastard, y’know that?” you grind out, not even trying to hide how you're panting desperately.

“Am I now?” he almost purrs.

You feel your body spasm again as his tongue finds your clit, lightly tracing it before pulling it into his mouth. The wet heat of it is so startling that your body is vibrating. You feel the slight graze of his teeth as he sucks and you feel your eyes go cross with pleasure.

You whimper as he pulls away, only for his hand to gather some of the juices from between your legs to swipe it over your clit. Then his index and middle fingers are pinching at it and rolling it, causing your hips to thrust towards him in desperation.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he breathes, staring at you. “Does darling like this?”

His fingers begin to get more rough with you as he listens to the sounds you're making. You lift your head to look at him and his eyes are glazed over as if he's drunk on your pleasure. You feel the coil in you tighten once again at the sight of his lips and chin, slick with your wetness.

“Fuck yeah, darling likes this,” you manage to squeak out. Your voice is higher than usual, trembling and fragile. “Now, get back to work, puppy,” you demand, pushing his head into your pussy.

You can feel that you're getting close, a slow impending tidal wave, still gathering speed. His hot mouth on you has you begging him, don't stop, please keep going, you're so fucking good at this, puppy.

You feel him hum into you as a single digit enters you, working its way inside you, giving you the delicious stretch you were craving so badly. But it’s still not enough.

His hazel eyes are still fixed on you, paying attention to your reactions, gauging how to make you feel as good as humanly possible. As you look at him, you're suddenly struck with the realisation that this is your friend with his head between your legs, eating you out desperately like a man starving. Your service animal, serving you as well as he could.

You feel the beast in you continuing to compress. You're so, so fucking close, but he's got you on the edge, keeping you there, wringing the pleasure out of you without giving you the release you're chasing.

His thick digit crooks inside you in the direction of your belly, exploring, searching for your sweet spot. You cry out a quiet sob when he finds it.

“Close,” you strangle out. So close.

Your moans spur him on to move his mouth more vigorously against you, his mutton chops scratching so good against your thighs.

Then suddenly your body is floating, the wind is knocked out of you as your entire being seems to be suspended in mid air. You don't breathe, you don't think, you don't make a sound. Then all at once the wave crashes into you hard. You're trying to move away from Logan's mouth but at the same time seeking it out, feeling the overstimulation wreak havoc on your body as his hands hold you down as you ride out your high.

“Fu-uck,” you moan.

It fucking hurts but it hurts good.

He continues to lap at your pussy even after you've come back down, tongue gathering up the slick around your thighs. The sensation is soothing as you settle back into the bed, feeling your body turn boneless.

You hear him chuckle quietly and the sound makes you frown at him.

“What's so funny?” you slur, still in the process of coming back down to earth.

“You're just so hot. I love it. Your moans are driving me crazy over here,” he groans, and you feel pity for his poor jeans, doing their best to restrain his cock.

“Where'd you learn how to do that anyway?” you ask, incredulously.

“I just do what your body is asking me for,” he explains simply, planting a wet kiss on your thigh.

You jolt when he slowly pulls his finger out from inside you. You almost whimper at the loss.

“Logan,” your lips and tongue fit around his name, like a prayer.

“Yeah, what is it, sweetheart?”

“I need to fuck you,” you state simply.

You watch as that familiar line forms between his brows. You get the urge to press your lips to it to kiss it away.

“You're sure about this?” he asks you seriously. You try not to get distracted by his heaving chest as it rises and falls with his breaths.

“More than anything,” you assure him. “If anything I'm wondering if you are sure about this.”

“Why wouldn't I be?”

You sit up and take one of his hands in yours, fingers running across his knuckles where his claws come out.

“Your heart belongs to Jean, doesn't it?” you say, trying to ignore the dull ache behind your ribcage.

He's silent in thought for a few moments, gaze averted.

“With Jean… it's… complicated,” he says slowly. “I've loved other women before her and after as well. It doesn't mean I don't care about you. But… it seems to be a trend where the people I care about get hurt.”

“I'm alright though, I can look after myse-”

“But the day will come where you won't be,” he interupts. “I've been around for a very long time, remember? But Jean… the Phoenix… I don't have to be afraid of losing her. I know it's fucked up, but that's how it is. And, she knows me like no one else does. When she enters my mind…” he trails off.

“I get it,” you say softly, laying a kiss over his knuckles. “You've spent a lot of your life not knowing who you are. It's important for you to have someone who knows you fully. “

His hazel gaze looks deep into you, that wrinkle still marring the space between his brows.

“Yeah… that's exactly it. M’sorry, but I can't control how I feel.”

“Logan, please don't apologize. I'll have you any way I can. It means a lot that you're talking about this at all. You're so emotionally constipated it scares me sometimes.”

That makes him laugh. He gets up from his kneeling position and removes his jeans, keeping his briefs on. Your eyes stray to his groin, relieved to see he's still hard despite the tough topic you were discussing.

You grab his hand again and pull him so he's sitting on the bed with you, pulling him into a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and you note that your flavours combined are quite complimentary, if you do say so yourself.

He pulls away slightly and looks at you.

“Are you really sure?” he asks quietly. “I'm… I'm fucked up. Plus the whole thing with Jean- I just want to make sure you really understand what you're getting into. Because I feel like if you knew, you wouldn't want me.”

“Hey, I know you're like a thousand years old, but I'm not a kid. I know what I'm doing and I know what I want. And I want you,” you smile at him.

“I'm going to ignore your jab at my age.”

“And I’m going to fuck you now,” you say, pushing his chest so his back falls into the bed.

“Wait, do we need a rubber? I mean, I’ve had a bisalp but-”

“Oh, you’ve had a bisalp, have you? I missed it the first couple hundred times you danced down the hall singing about it,” he teases.

“But,” you continue, as if he never spoke, “I mean, there’s still STDs.”

“I’m invulnerable to diseases,” he frowns at you. “You don’t know me all that well, do you?”

“Huh? Since when?”

“Since always. It’s part of my healing factor.”

“But, that’s not healing, that’s curing a fucking disease,” you say incredulously.

“Are you going to fuck me or what?” he grunts impatiently.

“Oh, right, right,” you say quickly, not wanting him to change his mind. “We’ll explore that later, I guess.”

You straddle his waist, hands still on his chest. You bend to kiss his neck and work down his chest, nails lightly scratching his nipples, causing him to groan in pleasure.

The sound is music to your ears. You want to hear him more.

Your mouth trails down his firm stomach, your fingers tracing every line, every curve. His torso twitches with your touches, craving more.

You arrive at the lip of his underwear and absentmindedly take note of the wet patch on the fabric there.

You wish you could make him suffer like you did, but you don't have the patience for it. Not when you can see how his curls adorn his chest and stomach, leading down to where he needs you the most.

Gently, you touch your lips to where his cock is leaking through the fabric, hands massaging his muscular thighs.

Your gaze meets his and the expression on his face gives you pause.

He almost looks like he's in pain…

You can't help the feeling of awe that comes over you. Awe that you're the one doing this to him. Turning him into putty in your hands. And you'd barely even touched him yet.

Your hand slips past the waistband of his briefs to grip his cock. A hiss escapes his lips as your fingers brush against his tender head.

“Fuck, you're killing me here,” he grunts. You watch as his pecs flex with the sheer effort of withstanding your teasing.

Slowly, you peel his underwear back so you can get a peek at his cock.

You stare at it, slack-jawed.

He's not only girthy but long. With little dark curls climbing up the base, the skin a few shades darker than his own bronzed skin, the head, so full of his arousal, a lovely rouge colour.

He's packing a beautiful dick.

Your hand can barely encircle his full girth and it feels heavy in your fingers. You note the thick veins running up his length and feel your mouth watering just looking at it.

“Dude, your dick is gorgeous,” you state matter-of-factly.

He rolls his eyes.

“How romanti-” his words are cut off with a gasp as you take his head into your mouth, tongue dipping into the slit to collect the moisture building there.

He tastes strangely good, considering how much he smokes and drinks. Like salt and a tinge of sweetness.

There's no way you can take all of him in your mouth, so you pull back to spit on his cock.

“Fuck, you are a nasty girl,” he smirks at you.

With his cock lubed up with your saliva, your hand begins to stroke him and you sit up to kiss him on his mouth, wanting to shut him the fuck up.

You concentrate on his head, fist squeezing to overstimulate him and you get the reaction you wanted.

“Mmh-h-hey, wai-ait,” he's moaning into your mouth, body squirming beneath you. “Fu-uck, th-that’s… sen-”

You put your mouth over him again, your fist moving up and down, wrist twisting expertly. Your other hand dips down to cup his balls.

His hands are in your hair, both simultaneously pulling you close and pushing you away.

You feel pride at how speechless he is.

Your cheeks are hollowed as you stroke up and down his length with your tongue. One of his hands comes to rest on your jaw, feeling his own cock through your cheek.

You feel his cock twitch on your tongue and then he's spilling his cum into your mouth.

Oops.

You do your best to swallow it all but there's so much.

When he's finally spent, you release him from your mouth, some of his cum dripping from the corner of your lips.

“It's been a while, huh?” you chuckle, your cheek resting on his hip as you continue to cradle his cock in your hand.

He doesn't say anything. Just grabs your head in both hands, eyes half-lidded, as he pulls you up to kiss your mouth clean of himself.

You can't help the moan that escapes you at just how dirty it is.

Finally you pull back for air and he's shuffling underneath you, removing his briefs completely.

You look down and notice with shock that he's still as rigid and tall as the pyramid of Giza.

“Regenerating factor,” he explains simply, reading the look on your face.

“I'm learning so much about you today.”

You climb up his body so you're hovering over his cock, feeling a bit of apprehension due to his size.

“Just take it slow. And you've already come once so you should be ready,” he says gently. Again, he's reading the look on your face.

You nod and look into his face, wanting to see his expression as you sink down on him. There's an unmistakable heat in your belly, an excitement to have him inside of you.

Slowly, you bear down so his tip is at your entrance, stretching you open. Your pussy is still sensitive from the mind blowing orgasm you had before, so even just the very tip has you rolling your eyes back.

A moan escapes you. You can't even seem to keep looking at him, everything is blurring together as you lose yourself in the bliss of his cock pushing inside of you.

“Fu-uck, Logan,” you whine.

“What is it, darling?” he pants.

“You feel… so good,”

“You… Ah… you haven't even-even taken all of me yet,” he says, struggling to string a sentence together.

His hands are on your hips, not guiding your movements but just holding on. As though he needs to ground himself.

You feel his own hips move up into you impatiently, his cock spearing into you and you hiss. It's painful, but it's a strangely good pain.

You feel that familiar tightening in your lower stomach and marvel at how quickly you're coming undone again.

You roll your hips as your cunt hugs and squeezes him, trying desperately to swallow all of him. Finally, you feel him bottom out and the both of you moan at the same time with the relief of it, feeling his head fitting snugly and wonderfully so deep inside of you.

You lean your upper body over him so you can kiss and bite at his neck, needing to keep your mouth busy so you don't say anything stupid. Your hands are at his shoulders, nails digging in.

Vaguely, you can hear him grunting with the pain of it but he doesn't ask you to stop.

“Sit up for me, darling, so I can see you,” he says breathlessly.

You don't want to, so you ignore him.

“Sit up,” he demands again.

When you ignore him the second time, his broad hands move from your hips to your shoulders, forcefully pressing so you have to sit up.

Your hands move to his thighs and your back straightens, continuing to roll your hips, chasing your high.

You're almost there, you can almost taste it.

“‘M close,” you manage to get out. “Fuck, I-”

His eyes are following your breasts as they bounce with your movements. His hand moves to connect with your clit, pinching and rolling the bud, causing your moans to turn desperate because you are so close. It's gathering and picking up speed and it's about to steamroll you over.

“Logan,” you moan, feeling the heat build and build. You need it. You need it.

“S-so-good-Logan- you… ah… I-” you’re jabbering, but you can’t stop yourself. “I love-I love- y-your cock- I-”

I love you.

Then he's pulsing inside of you, his own moans joining yours. You feel him spill himself inside of you, the twitching of his cock is so intense it's giving you extra pleasure. You watch as he punches his fists into the bed and you hear a tearing sound.

Then he's flipped you over so you're on your back and he's above you. He grabs at your legs clumsily, delirious with his orgasm, and he lifts them up over his shoulders, sloppily pressing kisses to your calf muscle.

Then he's moving. And the angle hits something especially heinous within you. You feel like you need to pee. You try desperately to hold it in, but everything within you is screaming to let go.

“Relax, darling, let it come,” he's telling you. But he sounds so far away yet so near, as if he's speaking inside your mind.

You don't want to allow it to happen, but your body betrays you and it hits you with an explosion that scares you. The dam has crumbled with a bang and you feel something gushing from you and it almost feels painful but oh so good.

You have your eyes screwed shut as it wracks through you and you're almost sobbing. You could swear it's a religious experience.

You slowly come to, only to realise that Logan is chanting your name. Not to get your attention, but just to have it on his lips.

Your eyes open and the first thing you see is Logan, your legs still over his shoulders and his hands are gripping your thighs so hard you're sure it will bruise.

He's staring at you with wonder.

That's when you notice the liquid dripping down his chest and stomach.

“Darlin’, that was so hot,” he gasps out with a tremble at the back of his throat. “You did so good. Oh my god, darling, you did so good, fuck.”

“What… did I do exactly?”

“You squirted all over me, was the hottest fuckin’ thing.” His eyes are ablaze with awe.

You didn't know you could do that.

“I… didn't know I could do that,” you say, your mind and mouth lagging behind each other. “Wow.”

You feel dumbstruck. You both laugh a little bit, basking in the afterglow.

“Are you going to keep going or are you done? Because I am done,” you sigh dramatically.

“Mmm… yeah I'm done,” he grunts. “Sorry about your bed by the way.”

“Huh?” you say dreamily, still not completely present.

“Nothing-never mind, just relax.”

You feel Logan slowly slip himself out of you. You feel bruised inside so the movement is more jarring than you were expecting. Once he's fully pulled out of you, you feel the loss of him instantly and even though he's still in the room with you, you miss him.

You feel a wet gushing between your legs.

“Jesus, Logan, how much did you come?”

“Uh… a lot. I did tell you I was pent up. Now get up, you better go pee. No girl of mine is getting a UTI.”

You groan and sink yourself further into the bed, only to feel a rough texture behind your shoulder. You turn slightly and that's when you notice the torn sheets.

You bolt upright.

There's three tears clean through the sheets and into the mattress. And on your other side are another three tears.

“When… when did you even do that?” you ask hesitantly.

“When I came the second time,” he says sheepishly.

Fuck.

“Next time, we're using your bed,” you grumble.

“I'll get it fixed, promise.”

After you pee and remove the torn, wet sheets to place a towel over the partially destroyed mattress, you both settle back into the bed together. You’re snuggled up against his side as he lays on his back.

“I can't believe you're such a freak,” Logan says in wonder. “Here I was, worried I'd done something perverted to you, but in reality it's you who's the pervert.”

Silence.

“You had a boner against my ass, Logan.”

A/N: I hope the Jean thing is okay, I know the fanbase isn't the biggest fan of her lol. I just feel like she plays a pretty big role in understanding Logan as a character and his traumas. I feel like another part of his attraction for her also has to do with the fact that she's unavailable. Hurt that you're expecting is better than hurt that you're not expecting, if that makes sense.

Plus, let's be for real, this fella is poly. Just kinda funny he keeps falling in love with so many women but he still has no bitches.

#logan howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #logan howlett imagine #logan howlett x you #logan howlett smut #x-men #xmen #The prayer thing was an accident i promise it just came out #I meant to post this earlier #but health issues and general lack of me time #ass writes stuff

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