#wolverine

[roughentumble]

[loganismybodyguard]

Any similarity is purely coincidental (2) 😮‍💨

Cat

[husky-draws]

Can you redraw this with Deadpool I hope datz okay <3

I'd love to!!

The essentials

Healing properties!

[carbonfiction]

Sittin pretty

Summary: Cant help thinking of dressing up all cute and naughty for your oldman..

Warnings: pretty much pwp, piv sex, oldman logans glasses, smiiiiige of daddy kink?? Honestly very little of note.

This has been sat in my drafts for SO long and is mostly inspired (i say mostly.. I mean mainly..) by this here link <3 is this crappy? Possibly, but it has plagued my mind chat..

Masterlist

If theres one thing oldman Logan loves, is when his girl dresses up all pretty for him. When theres no rush to remove garments and you can just sit in his lap all pouty and sweet; ready to take away his aches. To take care of him.

Its not to say he doesnt love you naked- he does; he seriously cant get enough.. But the sight of you in something short and/or lacey with such easy access.. God it just makes his mind spin and cock throb harder than before. The possibility of bending you over and fucking into you endless in his mind.

You sit in his lap like that now, that light and airy energy overflowing from you as you straddle his lap on the couch.

Your bare tits sit close to his face, the buds already perky and spit soaked; matching tiny little top long forgotten somewhere on the floor.

Your fingers tangle in the soft tufts at the back of his head, a gentle tug punctuating your grinds over his lap. Pantie clad core dragged over the chubbed bulge in his usual black slacks. Your soft moans and his quiet grumbles mixing together each time your lips meet.

Its not long before you're climbing from his lap however; the lack of friction proving too much and simultaneously not enough.

Logan sits stripped from his lower half, a rough hand tugging at his thick cock, whilst you stand infront of him to remove your soaked panties. You bend and turn, ass now bare aside from the tiny skirt sitting around your waist and the thigh highs that you know logan loves.

His eyes are hooded beneath his glasses, just watching with a little crease between his brows as he eyes the plush pout of your pussy. From the angle of you bent before him he can see just how glossy and wet you are; sticky thighs pressed together as you wiggle the fabric down your legs

Then, as quick as you had turned before, you do it again. Your mouth pressing a quick kiss to his flushed tip before you place yourself back in his lap. Those very same plush thighs now spread wide, bracketing his hips as you straddle him; cock nudged between your folds.

You grind slow on his lap, making his tip nudge against your clit, bare chest heaving when you sigh at the friction. "Cmon princess, nuff teasin.." he gruffs, low and grumbly as he swats a hand against the flesh of your ass. "Be a good girl and make us feel good"

With another rock of your hips you reach a hand down, notching his tip inside with a airy giggle. Eyes locked onto his as his cock makes home inside your soaked walls, jaw dropping into a little 'o'.

"So needy Daddy.." you coo playfully when you finally slip flush against his lap, a hand tugging in his greying hair as your other rests on the sofa behind his shoulder. His glasses falling down his nose as your breasts sit infront of his face again. One of his favorite sights.

You watch his gaze faulter between your face and tits, whining softly at the brush of his beard against your sensitive skin when you begin to bounce. Logans mouth encasing a nipple once again.

One of his strong hands gripping tight on your waist below the skirt, drifting to push the frames back into place as he feels each ripple of your walls, warm, wet and so fuckin tight around him. the slap of skin on skin joining shakey breaths and soft moans as you ride him.

But in your opinion, this goes on too long. The drift of his hands from your skin, pushing at his glasses time after time, a hastle you dont want for him. Not when its your job to help him wind down.

So when pleasure begins to coil tighter in your gut, and you observe the way the cheap plastic of his glasses begin to slip down the bridge of his nose again, a hand drifts from his shoulders to hold his arm in place around you.

With the other you gently grip the edges, bringing them off his face, inspecting them for a moment before slipping them on. eyes adjusting more and more to the magnified tint with each pass of your hips

"How'd they look daddy?" you tease, voice gleaful at the grumble he makes when a sharp buck of his hips follows your words.

What a picture you look; sittin all pretty and bare in his lap, cunt full of his cock and wearing his glasses. Its a moment Logan wishes he didn't have to squint to see clearer, another drawback of his state these days.

Logan simply smirks, chest rumbling, eyes dark as his hips suddenly jut upwards sharply. Cock driving deeper inside as you keen forward against him; mostly kissed away lipgloss leaving a slight pink hue on the collar of his button down as your head drops with w gasp.

"Yeah, real pretty princess.." he murmers against your temple, voice low- honest. Chapped lips pressing a kiss against the skin.

His hips suddenly picking up in pace making you squeak in pleasure, practically trembling as he pounds into you; the wet slap of skin filling the air. "They aint gonna help you with seein stars though... Those'll be nice n clear by the time 'm done."

[lostinlovingrevery]

Sleep

Logan Howlett X Reader

You wake up in the dead of night

A/N: Um I found this and I don't even remember writing it. Enjoy? I'm gonna guess probably in the middle of the night lol. Picture any Logan you want I don't even know? It's very short

Warnings: Fluff! Sleepy time

Your eyes opened to the darkness of the room. 

It was quiet, peaceful. The only sounds in the room was the wind outside blowing against your window, and the quiet snores of the man beside you. 

A heavy arm draped across your waist. You turned your head to look at Logan. His eyes shut, hair messy, lips slightly parted as he slept. 

You always admired how pretty he was. During the day, you’d watch the light in his eyes- full of confidence and compassion, and sometimes arrogance. 

That smirk of his lips, the same smirk you kiss and he melts into you like honey, smiling against your lips because you both know you’re his biggest weakness. 

You’d admire his thick hair and mutton chops that lined his jaw down to his chin, styled in the most charming way that you love to run your hands through. The full, softness of his hair only could be compared the fluff of feathers.

He was always there for you.

Here, now, you’re able to admire him in his most vulnerable state. Sleeping, safe, happy. It’s all you want for him.

You walked two fingers up his arm, over his bicep and shoulders. Reaching his jaw, you began tracing those two fingers down his jawline. First tracing his beard, going down to his chin, before gently brushing over his lips. You brought your fingers up to the bridge of his nose, and gently over his eyebrows. 

“Trying to paint me or sumn’ ?” Logan mumbles into the pillow, eyes still closed. He finally opens them, heavy and tired- but filled with fondness. You smiled.

“Sorry.” You whispered. “You’re just so pretty to look at.” 

Despite the darkness of the room, you could still see the blush on his cheeks, as his lips curled into a smile. His arm resting around your waist moved, wrapping around you more and pulled you to his chest in a spooning position. He brought his other arm to wrap around your shoulders. 

“Go back to sleep.” He murmured. You rest your hands over his arms. You felt a kiss against the back of your ear. 

“What if I don’t want to? What if I want to keep looking at you?” You speak up again, your voice barely above a whisper. It was silent, and a small grunt escaped from him. 

“Close your eyes, and you can dream about me instead.” He murmurs. You smiled, your fingers now tracing the veins of his arms, going down to his hand, gently tracing your fingers in the space between his knuckles. A content sigh escapes him - almost like a purr, as you massaged the area.

“What do you dream about Logan?” You ask. A heartbeat passed.

“You.” 

[brainrotcharacters]

Eternally proud of the numbers this is doing, by the way

That's that shit eating grin that practically screams "Harder! HARDER!" except the homoerotic subtext is a tripwire they're crash landing through

[vintagewildlife]

Wolverine By: Sven Gillsäter From: Life Nature Library: Eurasia 1964

[sweetverine]

pretty little secret | logan howlett .

warnings : 18+ content (MDNI) , smut, porn with some plot)?, dbf!logan, no use of y/n, afab reader, pet names (logan calls reader princess, sweetheart, doll), fingering, handjob, p in v, no use of protection, creampie, wrote this with 70s!lo in mind but you can imagine him however you want, age gap (reader's age is not mentioned but she is an adult!).

a/n : dfb!logan drives me insane!! i'm really obsessed. i want to write more about him in the future, need him to be his dirty secret english isn't my first language, so feel free to correct me if something's wrong or weird. nothing else, enjoy! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

The sound of beers being opened and the smell of cigarettes lingering in the kitchen and extending to the living room, indicated one thing; Logan was in your house. You put your book down on page 205 as your father called your name. You left your old room, walking towards the living room where the two men were sitting, sharing laughs and telling old anecdotes that never seem to go out of style.

Your father with a big smile said “Look who wanted to stop by and say hello.”

You smiled as you lifted your head a little higher to look at him, it was never just a hello, they could spend days talking. “Hey, Logan. How are you?” You said, Feeling how his eyes ran all over your body, your thighs, your breasts, even your lips, perv. you thought to yourself, he couldn't help himself anyway.

“Aren't you going to welcome me home?” He said with a sly smile, earning a glance from your eyes. You moved to his side, timidly placing a kiss on his cheek. The greeting already felt strange; you were no longer a little girl. But your father didn’t seem to mind, so the kiss on the cheek might not last much longer.

He took a drag of his fat cigar before speaking to you again. “How's college treating you, sweetheart? You've grown older since the last time I saw you.”

You chuckled softly, taking a bit of awkwardness out of the environment. “It could be worse, but I like it.” your gaze goes back to him again.

“That's Good to hear” He rasped, expelling the smoke in another direction.

“My baby girl is visiting me this week.” your father smiled, interrupting the small talk you were having with Logan, taking his attention back and starting to talk about another topic, catching up. You sighed as you started scanning Logan out of the corner of your eye.

The old man wasn't bad at all, he had big arms, biceps to die for, none of the guys your age had muscles that delicious. the veiny hands with their grip on the beer and the other holding the cigar effortlessly between his index and middle finger.

You felt your face redden at the inappropriate thoughts that didn't hesitate to appear, he seemed so comfortable, he even made it look hot how he took up space by spreading his legs, He had nice thighs, The jeans were flattering him today. You bit the inside of your cheek, looking at your father's house again as the men talked nonstop, trying to think about something different. There were so many memories in the place, things that your old man kept in, since you stopped living there you miss some things, but you loved your new life in the city anyway.

You stood up, excusing yourself that you had to do some things on your computer, while walking towards your room you could feel Logan's heavy gaze going down from your back to your butt. You bit your lower lip as you opened the door. This is so inappropriate. How can he? He's your father's best friend! The man you've known almost your entire life. Almost your second father, Ugh, no, better not say that.

The afternoon passed normally, it was obvious that he would stay for dinner. Your father prepared something quick and tasty for the two of you. Your thoughts about Logan continued to attack your mind as you helped him set up the table. The occasional touches of his calloused hands with yours became increasingly repetitive, rarely followed.

You sat in your respective place at the table, right in front of him, to the left of your father who was at the head. You couldn't help but steal a few glances with him, which occasionally ended in him giving you a wink, or Just smiling at each other, which could be friendly, but given the way he was looking at you today, it seemed like he wanted to be eating you instead of the chicken that was on his plate.

Your cheeks stayed red throughout dinner.

It wasn't noticed by your father though, he was just happy that his old friend had finally come to visit. You fixed your hair as you listened to him talk about the same anecdote he always tells Logan, small earning a laugh from the other man as he shook his head.

When dinner was over, the hours had passed, Getting late. “no, no, Logan, It's late and it's dangerous at this hour, you know. The forest is tough” your Dad says, trying to talk it out, Logan gives him a sly smile. “You did too much for me today.” The other man chuckled. “Stay, we'll open a whiskey, eh?" Your father hit his back a few times, without much more, after all Logan was quite bad at saying no.

With bare feet, eager to rest your head on the pillow, you walked towards the kitchen, craving a small chocolate that a friend had given you a few days ago. The floor was cold, and the closer you got to the kitchen you noticed a small light. You walked in slowly, jumping a little when you found him smoking a cigar with the window open. He was quick to notice your presence, smirking as he took a drag.

“Isn't it late for you already?” he uttered in a low voice, smoke escaping a little from his mouth as he spoke.

Your cheeks unconsciously flushed as you opened the refrigerator, scanning for the chocolate. “Maybe.” You bit your lower lip while taking the chocolate, you closed the refrigerator door as you headed to his side. The cheap wrapping of the chocolate made it easy to remove, still you focus on it as if it were a big deal.

Logan watched you open the little treat, the smug smile never leaving his face. “Got a Sweet tooth, darling?” He takes a drag of his cigar.

“Just a little craving.” You said with a smile, wrapping your lips around the chocolate thing to bite it after, enjoying how the taste spread through your mouth. “I guess you can't sleep either.” You sat down effortlessly on the counter, popping the last piece of chocolate into your mouth, looking at him.

“No, not really. You could say I have my cravings too.” He shakes his head, blowing smoke out the window, This time he didn't have his printed shirt on, he was only in a thin white muscle shirt, it stood out and made his arms look bigger, You could notice the path of the veins all over the skin as they stood out, His belt was unbuckled, hanging loosely and making a small ‘clink’ each time he moved. This was so wrong in so many ways.

Logan breaks the little silence. “so, you have a boyfriend, princess? you must update me on that.” he teases, leaning more closer, You could smell the cigar on his clothes and the whiskey on his breath, it made you shudder effortlessly.

“No. You know I don't have one yet. I'm not very interested in it.” You said, looking at him, still not breaking the Intense eye contact. You Both were very close to sin, tasted on the tip of their tongues, wanting more of it each time. See how far you two can go.

“When you were little you were very excited about it.” Logan shakes his head, letting his gaze move to your lips, unconsciously licking his own before returning to your eyes.

“I've grown up since, we both could say that.” Your gaze focused on his entire face, up close you could see his now dark hazel eyes, the wrinkles on his face were somehow hot on him, oh and even how masculine his nose was.

His large hand moved to your face, wiping away a trace of melted chocolate that remained there, although he would love to remove it with his tongue, it wasn't the time yet. His thumb lingered there for a while Slowly sliding towards your lips, gently touching the tender flesh. Your heart threatened to escape and come out of your throat while your face turned red, your breaths almost mixing, the smell of whiskey intoxicated you little by little while you opened your mouth shyly, with some difficulty maintaining eye contact.

Logan sighed as he slowly let his thumb enter your mouth, his eyes watching intently as your lips wrapped around his finger. Your teeth bit down very gently on the finger joint, keeping it there.

“Atta girl..” he whispered, admiring you a little more, so beautiful.

As he removes his finger his mouth finally invades yours, beginning a slow kiss, the taste of the whiskey and cigar had a strong contrast with the sweetness of the chocolate, he gets between your thighs, his tongue playing with yours as his strong hands grab you from the backside, pulling you closer to their body. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you positioned your head to deepen the kiss. Your hands behind his head, gripping their hair softly.

The lack of air cuts the kiss short, leaving them both breathless. The atmosphere was hot and, in a way, heavy. Logan shook his head slowly, So bad. He was like his brother, how could he have betrayed a man as faithful as your father? He hated him for having such a beautiful and smart daughter, with the sweetest, softest lips he'd ever tasted.

How could he stay away?

Logan buried his head in your neck, breathing in the scent of the soap you used and your natural scent, he growled softly as he started giving you open-mouth kisses on your neck melting into the counter, you sighed, trying not to make too much noise. “Logan.. this is wrong..” You said in a low voice, realizing the size of the situation, how much the years and years relationship that Logan and your father means. You pulled at his hair, trying to get him out of there.

One of his hands slid down to the crotch of your pajama shorts, His fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing on the aching nub softly. You gasped, arching your back as you pressed more of your body against his hand. “Tell me to stop, princess.” he said, giving you a sly smile, knowing full well that really, you weren't going to tell him to stop. “I can't hear you, doll.” He teased You more, your lips released a soft, low moan in response, frowning at him as his hand continued to play with you through your clothes.

“We don't want your old man to hear us, do we?” he whispered in your ear in his deep voice, his hand sliding down your abdomen to slide inside your panties. You bit your bottom lip as you felt Logan run the tips of his calloused fingers through your wet folds. Slowly, he pushes his two thick fingers inside, You sighed raggedly, almost moaning as your warm walls accepted the intrusion without complaint, fluttering around them.

“Lo…” You moaned softly, as he began to move his fingers, the wet and sticky noises your pussy made, Logan's eyes remained glued to your face, admiring how you writhed before just his hand. He curled his fingers in that perfect spot, making you shiver. His mouth attacked yours, muffling your sounds with his lips. “Dirty girl.. you're so wet, I barely gave you two kisses.” He teased, with a wide smirk. his face returns to your neck, kissing it a little more, tasting your skin.

You started touching the sky with your hands while his fingers increased the speed, touching that gummy spot again and again without stopping, your body was tensing, preparing for your orgasm. Logan gave a few more movements before removing his fingers, making you let out a moan of protest, your hips pressing against his body, asking for more, begging to be brought back to the state of near orgasm. You looked at him with a frown.

“You have to wait. Can you do that for me?” he said, giving you a small nod before bringing two fingers to his mouth, groaning at the taste, Divine. He gives you a peck on your lips, Lifting up your shirt, without a bra, you were truly a gift sent from the devil, to tempt him and... do horrible things to his old friend, like fucking his daughter in the kitchen. He smiled as he got inside your shirt, starting to suck on one of your nipples, holding and gently squeezing your other tit.

You let him have fun there. The old man looked like he needed it. “Are you enjoying that?” You asked, feeling him lightly bite your nipple, making you gasp.

“Damn right I am.” He responds, leaving your boob with a wet pop, going with the other, Lapping the hardened nub before wrapping his lips around it, sucking with his eyes closed. He decided to leave, slipping out from inside your shirt. He realized how hard he was, how tight his pants and boxers were, how his cock throbbed.

“I want to feel it." You said, starting to unbutton his pants, Logan didn't stop you, watching as you pulled down his boxers, leaving his hard, thick cock exposed to the kitchen air. It was really nice to look at, it was long enough and perfectly thick, the tip was somewhat wet with precum, and it had veins decorating the entire shaft. Logan had thick pubic hair but it was trimmed, you thought about going to your room but the stairs were really noisy, pure luck you didn't make that much noise going down.

Logan grabbed your wrist, inviting you to touch him. You smirked, wrapping a hand around his cock. You heard him growl low. “You havin’ fun down there, princess?” You started slow, but his big hand covered yours, tightening the grip, showing you how he liked it.

“there we go..” He rasped, watching you jerk him off. After a few movements, you removed your hand, watching his cock throb, wanting more. A taste of his own medicine. Your smirk became wider after seeing him frown.

Logan's hands went to the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down. Revealing the pair of panties you'd decided on today, also revealing the wet stain between them.Logan reached down and kissed your pussy through the fabric, making you shiver before returning to his original height, placing a kiss on your lips. His fingers moved your panties to the side.

He drew you closer to the edge of the counter, starting to run the tip of his cock through your wet folds. teasing you, even rubbing it on your clit with a wide smirk. “Stop teasing, Logan.” you said, Frustrated, you didn't really care too much about your father's and Logan's codes anymore, the latter was really a terrible friend, but the stretch of feeling that was coming in took you out of your thoughts again. Letting out a grunt in unison as he entered fully.

“Big stretch…” He whispered in your ear, kissing your jaw as he stayed still.

You took a deep breath as you relaxed your body, it felt bigger inside actually. He was so deep too, you felt every single vein pressed against your warm walls. your arms were still wrapped around his broad shoulders. “So sweet baby, so damn sweet.” He groaned in your ear, you were squeezing him pretty hard, not letting him go.

“Y-you can move..” You whispered in his ear too, feeling his cock, He began to move in and out at a slow pace. You closed your eyes as your mouth fell open, letting out sighs.

One of his rough calloused hands leaves your hips, going to your face, grabbing it softly, your eyes open. “eyes on me, darling.” He says, making eye contact. His heavy balls hitting your skin, inevitably making a sound. His hand stayed there, covering your mouth. Your sweet moans are muffled by his palm. You struggle Maintaining eye contact, his hips angled slightly, the tip of his cock kissing that spot. Your eyes rolled back, bringing your hips closer to his.

Logan smiled to himself, finding your weakness. “Aww is it there, sweetheart? real cute.” He whispered in your ear, feeling how your walls flutter around him as he talks you through it. His thrusts became faster, hitting that spot again and again, his hand leaving your mouth, your hand replacing his, covering your mouth now. Allowing his hand to go to your clit, rubbing it as the sounds of clapping filled the room.

Your body tensed, biting your palm as you rolled your eyes, “Give me some sugar, doll. Come on... cum on my cock.” He says, feeling your body convulse beneath him, your eyes got teary, wanted to moan, scream his name so badly. He didn't stop immediately, helping you through your orgasm, giving a few more thrusts and caressing your clit.

“cute little thing..”

Now relaxed, you let him use you, his thrusts becoming faster and more erratic as he chases his orgasm.

“you cum inside..” you whispered, looking at him. your red cheeks and your pretty eyes, how you're hugging his whole cock, so heavenly.

“I shouldn’t, sweetheart” He says it in a husky voice, his teeth clenched as if he's fighting himself. His instinct is to hold back, but then his lips meet yours, soft and hungry, your legs press him closer to you, your nails digging into his back.

“You can... you have my permission. I want it.”

It's all it takes. His self-control crumbles the instant you say it in that sweet, desperate voice.

“Fuck— You're gonna be the death of me.” His thrust slows down as you feel the thick ropes of semen pouring inside you. You sighed as Logan finally went still, they stayed connected for a while. In pure silence.

You could say that the desire to sleep came to you after all.

Logan wordlessly withdrew his semi-limp cock from you. Leaving you empty, you let out a soft moan, missing the closeness and warmth of his body. Putting it back inside his boxers, he reached for your panties. Taking them off and putting them in his pocket with a proud smile, he helped you get off the counter and pull up your shorts.

It wasn't certain if it meant it would happen again, it was wrong, and you felt a little guilty. But a small part of you wanted to do it again. You looked up, leaving a kiss on his cheek, before starting walking towards the stairs.

“good night, lo.” You whispered, You looked at him as he winked at you.

“night, doll.” He said, walking towards the sofá. watching your legs as you climb the stairs, noticing how his semen runs down your leg.

He patted his pocket, making sure your panties were still there, he smirked again as he lay down.

[froghatz]

WORD🗣🗣

this movie is making me insane

[pretentiousfork]

there's interesting c0mm i got!

TF version of X-Men's Black Bird!

It was such a pleasure to draw this pretty bird 🥺

and also some sketches, because he is too cute xd

[robinhuntr]

Scott Summers… the bisexual disaster that you are…

[carbonfiction]

Ohhhhh this w Oldman Logan!! Getting all bashful and giggly beneath him at the way he looks at you, the way he touches you. Calloused palms cupping and squeezing, the pads of his fingers tracing over peaked nipples. The swipe of his tongue against the sensitive swell of your cunt. The rub of his greying beard on soft skin, the feeling of it scratching pleasantly against your neck as he fucks you, bubbling free broken giggly gasps of obscenity and pleas. Each rut of his hips against you having you wiggling around beneath him trying to chase the warm feeling in your tummy every time he presses deep, trying to gather more friction to your swollen clit.

This then evolving to him using his lower half to pin you still, body heavy and hulking over you as he uses a large hand to press over your mouth. An attempt at stifling the sounds you make, as gleeful and loud as they are.<33

sorry for giggling so much while you're trying to fuck me i'm just excited

[wolverinecore]

Knowing Logan wasnt wearing anything under those jeans does something to me

[lostinlovingrevery]

Little Miss Independent

Logan Howlett X F! Reader

He can take care of you, just let him

A/N: Ooof. I actually might come back to this and extend it, but here it is for now! enjoy. I was picturing 70s Logan but honestly any Logan could work??

Warnings: SMUT, its almost completely smut. MDNI, thankkkss. Fingering, teasing/edging, logan gets sorta mad, reader is an independent lil miss and Logan wants to break it lol, i guess dom/sub kinda?, M! Masturbation, cum-eating, reader gets tied up, a lil rough manhandling, ya cunt gets smacked!, overwhelming, unprotected PiV

“Oooh. I know sweetheart.”

He coos, a tone that sounds almost condescending. He added another finger, scissoring you open and your hands immediately grasped onto his arm, nails digging into his skin. 

You let out a pathetic whine, a babble that sounded close to Logan's name. He tuts, shaking his head, his thick fingers pumping in and out of you. 

“Now what was that? That sounded like nonsense. Use your words.” He orders, slowing the pace of his fingers thrusting in and out of you. You started moving your hips, desperate for more, for him.

“Lo…” You gasped. 

“What?” 

“I wanna cum….” Your lips pouted as you looked up at him. Big pleading eyes that stirred his heart. Your grip on his arms tightened, as you began pushing and pulling on it- attempting to use him to get yourself off since he seems to want to toy with you.

“Yeah?” He smiles. “That’s cute, but…I don’t think you deserve it just yet.” 

He removed his hand, and you sobbed, your head falling back onto the sheets. He delivered a smack! to your cunt, the sting of his hand sent a rush of pleasure over you. 

“Nuff’ of that.” He scolds. “Stop acting like a baby.” 

You huffed in frustration. The pleasurable sensation that was building inside you had now faded, leaving you irritated. 

If he won’t take care of you, you’ll have to take care of yourself. You’ll do just fine getting yourself off if he’s going to play these games.

Not looking at him, your hand pushed his away from cupping over your hot core- a teasing heat emitting from him that makes you desperate for stimulation. Your fingers moved through your folds, finding your swollen clit and you began circling them. You let out a soft moan.

It was temporary relief- until Logan quickly snatched your hand away. Holding it in a tight grip above you, he forced you to look at him, a judging look in his eyes- he looked pissed.

“Did I tell you to do that?”

“No.” You frown, creasing your brows together. He smacked your cunt again, a hint of a snarl on his lips- his hand landed on your skin harder this time, making you yelp and shut your legs, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of stimulation. Your core felt like it was on fire, desperate for that heated release to cool you down. 

“So why did you?” 

You turned your head away. He dropped your wrist, snatching your face in hand and forcing you to look at him. His fingers buried into your cheeks, puckering your lips- almost painful in the way he held you. Yet you still held a challenge in your eyes. 

“What’s with the attitude?” He grumbles, his voice low and dark. “Now I was trying to make you feel good, but you’re acting like a damn brat.” 

He stood up from the bed, and your heart fell- thinking maybe you really did piss him off. You sat up, looking at him with concern. He wasn’t looking at you, standing with an annoyed expression, before his hands came down to his jeans. You watched him undo his belt, snappy and rough in his movements. He shook his head as he slid the belt through the loops- folding it in half as he examined it carefully. He raised his head to look at you and a shiver went down your spine. 

“Lo?”

He smirked, a small huff of amusement escaping him. One step forward, and you tried to scramble away on the mattress only for him to grab your ankles and pulling you back. 

“Where ya think you’re going?” His tone full of amusement now. “Thought you wanted this? You were whining and crying just minutes ago to make you feel good.” He clambered over the mattress, straddling your body and pining you to the bed with his weight, your tummy pressed into the mattress. He grabbed your arms, pulling them together behind you and using his belt to bind them. He tugged on it a few times, making sure it was secure. He pushed himself up on his knees, flipping you onto your back. 

You looked up at him with shyness, your chin tipped back with those same pleading eyes as earlier. 

“Knock it off.” He scoffs, as he unzips his pants. “You hurt my feelings y’know? Acting all needy and then trying to undermine me.” 

You had to suppress the smile on your lips. He’s so full of shit. It quickly dropped when you watched him take out his cock.

Hard, swollen- practically throbbing with need. It occurred to you just how bad he must need the same relief you were desperate for. You wet your lips- hungry for the next thing he was going to do, you could practically feel the heavy weight of his cock on your tongue. 

He saw your action, and raised a brow. 

“You think you’re going to get a taste?” He grinned. He spit in his hand. “No, clearly you think you can take care of yourself. Two can play that game.” 

You watched him take his throbbing member in his hand and began stroking it. Pre-cum beads at his slit, and he used it to lube himself over. You watched him stroke himself slowly, starting at the base, fisting his swollen tip.

You wanted him in your mouth so bad. To taste the salty sweet skin, to feel his cum covering your tongue. You wanted him to use you. What is he doing?  A whine escaped you, as you squirmed underneath him.

“You want this huh?” He grin. You nodded, 

“Please? I want to suck you off, baby.” You begged, trying to use the sweetest voice on him. “I can make you feel good.”

He scoffs. 

“Maybe if you had behaved I would use those pretty lips of yours. No, you think you’re such a big girl, all impatient, didn’t let me do what I need to do. You think you know yourself better than me?” 

“I...No…” You simpered. 

As much as you hate to admit it. He was right. In the short time you've been together romantically- he had you figured out. Yet you loved that.

“Damn right. Now you’re gonna lay there and watch me get myself off. Look, but no touch. Got it?” 

You pouted, and he scoffed. “That cute little face isn’t going to get you anywhere with me sweetheart. Enjoy the show.” 

He continued stroking himself, ranging between speeds, going fast and then slowing down to fist his tip, running his thumb over the slit sensually. You noticed he was getting himself off similar to how you would touch and hold him. Grunts and pants escaped him, as he muttered under his breath how he could be fucking you right now, but you had to go be little miss independent. 

You watched him and pressed your thighs together, rubbing them for some type of friction that would relieve the pain your felt in your core, a pulsing that only made your need worse, your pussy was begging for Logan.

He tipped his head back, and you could see the shiver running over his skin. You thought he’d aim to spill himself over your face, allow you to get at least a drop of his finish. He didn’t. A moan escaped him as he arched his back, aiming his cock upwards and away from you. You watched rope after rope spill over his hand and belly. 

It was a gorgeous sight. The flush of his face, the sweat beading his forehead. The way he gritted his teeth, he was keeping the sweet moans of your name to himself. The rise and fall of his chest was evidence of his exertion, as he looked down at you with heavy eyes- but he was far from tired. 

He grinned, something sinister as he brought his thumb to his lips, a generous amount of his spunk dripping down to the knuckle. He stuck his tongue out, slowly- tauntingly, licked his own cum off his tongue. Then he licked his lips. He kept eye contact with you- your face contorted in lust and frustration. 

“Bet you want a taste huh?” He asks. You nodded. 

“Please?”

“No.” 

He brought his hand down to his now semi-erect cock, using the milky substance to lube his cock up more. He climbed off of you, and you quickly spread your legs- giving him a nice, clear shot of your drooling pussy. 

“Lo please, I need you-” You whined. 

“No you don’t sweetheart.” He chuckled. “Ya don’t need me for a damn thing. You can carry the groceries, fix the leaky pipes, move the furniture… I think you just keep me around cause I look pretty. Huh?” 

“No- No that’s not it at all…” You shook your head, shutting your eyes in frustration as your jaw tightened. 

Logan knew that wasn’t the case either. He just wanted to work you up. Ever since you’ve been together you fought tooth and nail to keep your independence- and he gets it, it’s not like he was trying to take that away from you. 

He just wants to take care of you.

You however, seem to always take his efforts as a challenge. Slowly though, piece by piece- he’s been wearing you down. He snatched your heavy groceries out of your hand the other day, forcing you to let him carry them in. Made you breakfast yesterday morning, brought it to you in bed. Put together that piece of furniture you bought months ago and kept insisting you’ll get to it eventually, you’re just busy. One by one he could see your walls begin to tear down, as you started to soften with your relationship, becoming familiarized to having a partner.

This was just another wall that he was tearing apart, brick by brick. 

He had you melting in his arms. A romantic night out. He brought you back to your place and began to take care of you. Once again, you’ve become impatient- never able to sit back and let someone else do the job. He’s spent months learning what makes you tick, getting you to submit to him. 

He’s enjoyed the challenge. 

He began stroking himself again, his cock becoming full and hard once more. A hint of sensitivity made his thighs shake, but he ignored it. 

He watched your squirming form, jerking back and forth as you through a mini-tantrum for his amusement. He was originally frustrated with your little rebellion- but now he sees that this is exactly what you needed. To give you a taste- and to take it away. Break down your will, make you beg.

You did it to yourself. 

“Logan please-” You whimpered. 

Fuck, your moans were pretty. The sound of you begging was music to his ears. You never ask him for a damn thing. What kind a man is he if his girl don’t need him?

“What’s that sweetheart?” He groaned, pumping his fist faster. “Couldn’t hear ya.” 

You groaned, tossing and turning your head. The cold air against your throbbing pussy was unbearable, that alongside the slick sounds of Logan getting himself off. You couldn’t even look at him, too unbearable to see the lustful sight of a man like Logan getting himself off instead of using you.

Tears filled your eyes. “Logan…Please I- I need you.” 

The slick noises stopped, and you heard the creak of the floorboards. His large hands rested on your thighs, keeping your legs opened as he leaned over your writhing figure. 

“What was that?” He asks in a calm voice. You took a shaky breath, your tears threatening to spill over. 

“I need you.” You repeat, looking up into his hazel eyes. 

“What do you need me to do?” He asks, a smile threatening to break through. 

“To take care of me.” 

His smile broke through, cocky, cheeky. “Well, I thought you could take care of yourself?” He tilts his head. He reached up, gently brushing some hair behind your ear. “Little miss independent?” 

You shook your head, pressing your lips together. 

“You need me? Yeah?” 

You nodded, tears finally breaking over and rolling down your cheek. You weren’t hurt, or truly upset- just overwhelmed. A hit to your pride to finally admit it- You needed him. You needed him badly, more than he’ll ever know, more than you can truly express. 

 He tuts, gently leaning down to press fluttery kisses over your face, kissing your tears away. “S’alright darling.” He hums. “How about you say it one more time, and I’ll take real good care of ya?”

“I need you Logan. I want you. To take care of me.” 

He would have came right there just from your words- but no, it was time to take care of you. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock, he brought his hand- messy and covered in his cum and began sliding his fingers carefully through your soaked folds. 

You gasped, spreading your thighs open farther, tipping your head back at the relief you felt from his messy fingers. He found your clit, all puffy and swollen- begging for relief. His fingers were too much and not enough, having been worked up both mentally and emotionally. 

Your hips thrusted forward into his touch, then realizing you may have made a mistake- gasping, you quickly apologized. “I’m sorry I just-”

“Ssh.” He pecked your lips. “Need more of me, huh?”

“Mhm.” You whimpered with a nod. He hummed approvingly. Sitting up, he flipped you over onto your belly, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air, and face planted into the sheets. 

He pushed his cock through your folds. Shivers ran down your spine at the feeling of his cock- and you leaned back, encouraging for him to finally take you the way you so desperately needed. Someone to take control, to take power over you- and still take care of you the way you always wanted. 

You never told anyone, including Logan, that very desire. Seems like he may have figured it out.

He pushed himself inside. The feeling- overwhelming emotions melting into comfort, relief. It made you almost sleepy, the way you could relax, speared on his thick cock. You cunt was accepting of him, squeezing around him almost painfully tight.

“That feel better baby?” 

“Mhm…” You needed into the bed. Turning your head to the side, you shut your eyes and your mouth hung open in pleasure.

“See how good it is to just let me take care of ya?” 

A smile grew on your face, nodding as you melted into the bed, a small moan escaping your as Logan began to slowly pull out, and back inside you. Your pussy, soaked and creamy sucked him in- desperate for to stay buried deep inside. He took his time, making sure you felt every inch of him. 

“Take it all sweetheart. I got you.”

[nekologan]

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