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It was a party hosted by one of the X-Men. You and Logan were invited, and obviously you weren’t going to turn down visiting your dearly beloved friends.
Everything was fine for the most part. You’d clung to Logan’s arm most of the time, or had a hand on his back, touching him one way or another.
During a conversation however, Logan’s body stiffened up as he felt his loving partner’s hand slip down into the back of his pants’ pocket. Sneaky little thing.
The trip home was full of silence. You understood how Logan’s mind worked all too well, and you felt a little smug about it. Or, you did, until you’d finally got back home, and Logan huffed in irritation, “What was that back there?”
You saw and heard it. He was feigning frustration. You knew why. “What do you mean?”
Logan snatched up your shirt collar and growled, hot breath hitting in your face, “You know exactly what I mean, you little shit. Shoving your hand down my pocket to touch my ass in front of everyone?”
Your heart was racing, eyes wide. You looked scared. You felt so fucking horny. Logan could smell it on you.
Now, you’re bent over Logan’s knee, the waistband of your pants and underwear at your lower thighs. Your pussy’s exposed, and Logan’s large, rough hands are slowly, threateningly feeling your ass.
“You want to act out like that again?” Logan warns. His palm lifts, before quickly coming down on your rear with a sharp smack.
You can’t help but yelp, legs kicking up. “Fuck!”
“That’s not a response.” Another sharp smack followed, leaving a stinging sensation behind. “You don’t get to play with me like that when we’re with others. Understood?”
Logan barely waits for a response before he spanks you again, hearing you shout, “Y-Yes, understood!”
“Fucking bitch,” Logan grumbles. He grips onto your asscheek, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises, drawing whines from you. He shakes it, watching the flesh jiggle, before releasing you, and resuming with two hard smacks on each side.
Your legs squeeze together as your head hangs, weak against the sharp sting and redness blooming over the flesh of your bottom. God, when Logan handles you like this, when he talks to you like this, it does things to you that he doesn’t understand other than the simple reasoning, “it feels good.” Not good. Amazing.
And it’s evident. Your legs tighten up as Logan’s thumb teases your entrance without warning. It circles, pushes in, feels around, then pulls out and repeats the process, coming out coated in your juices the first time.
“Look at how needy you are. You’re a glutton for punishment.” Two thick fingers push past, drawing a gasp from you. They pump in and out, reaching as deep as they can, angled down to graze against that sweet spot that makes your voice pitch higher. He’s not gentle. It’s brutal, forceful, like you’re just a hole. You twitch, letting out a little “ah, ah!” every time Logan’s fingers digs into your cunt.
He pulls them out, leaving you writhing at the sudden absence. Logan brings his slick fingers to his own mouth, tasting the dark, sweet, lustful taste of his lover. He groans. And as you wriggle on Logan’s lap, you can feel a hard lump through denim, straining insistently against the fabric. Before you can even think about it for too long, a yelp slips out again as your ass is spanked. “Stupid bitch. Are you that desperate to be fucked?”
And you nod in response, and the tears begin to swell. And next you know, you’re laid down on your back on the couch, bottoms fully off, watching Logan fumble with his belt. His cock springs free, and soon sinks into you with quick succession. You cry out as you feel him push in deep, hitting the limit.
He doesn’t let you adjust, doesn’t start slow. It’s immediately quick and rough, his hands shoot up to pin your wrists as he pistons his thick cock in and out of your tight, wet cunt. “Fuckin’ happy now? Got what you wanted yet?” he grunts through the sweet sounds of flesh on flesh.
You can only moan in response, overwhelmed but adapting. Logan scoffs as he fucks into you. He bends down and resists the temptation to bite at your cheeks. “Apologize.”
“I’m ssorry,” you slur, gasping, “For p-putting my hand down your pocketss.” The tears begin to slip down your cheeks as you squeeze your eyes shut.
“Good,” Logan praises briefly. He relents on his thrusts, but it’s just as brief, as you begin to whine the way you do when you’re not getting what you want. Logan sits back up and tightens his grip on your wrists as he resumes pounding into you. “Fucking hell, you really are a needy fucking whore,” he groans.
He doesn’t mind it. Fast or slow, he relishes in the way his lover feels from the inside. So tight, so warm, and so fucking wet and creamy for him. But it’s missing something. Logan pushes your shirt up to watch how your tits bounce with each thrust. He fucks harder to try to get more movement. It makes him reach out and grope you, squeezing your tits hard, seeing how the soft skin changes shape between his fingers.
He tunes back into your moans as he hears please, please, please, please. He looks up at his blushing lover’s wet, desperate face. “What? Please what, sweetheart?”
You can only whine. Truthfully, you don't know why you’re begging either. This amuses Logan, and turns him on a little more. He releases one of your tits to tangle into his lover’s hair, gripping and pushing it back into the cushion. God, your face is beautiful like this. He leans down again and starts talking; “Next time you decide to shove your hands down my pants, I’ll fuck you right there. Shove you over the nearest surface, give everyone a show. Then you’ll know what happens when you decide to be sneaky like that.”
He sees your head shake as he speaks, mumbling, “no, please, no.” Something tugs at Logan’s heart for a moment. He drags his lips and tongue across your cheek, tasting the salty tears. But he hasn’t been pushed away. And if you really weren't into this, you’d push him away. You’ve pushed Logan off over the littlest things, and Logan’s always accepted it. But this time, no pushing. And as you press your cheek into his lips, his teeth graze against it, too.
“Needy mutt,” Logan growls, bucking into you for emphasis, feeling your hips slam together, “Always desperate and begging for this cock…” He feels you shudder under him and whimper. He’s not sure where he pulled ‘mutt’ from. He’s not sure why he said it. But Logan feels himself smirking at his mutt’s reaction. “You’re a bad mutt,” he would fuck into you harder if he could, “A bad, bad dog.” His throat is raspy, and he’s panting, “Fuck, maybe I need to train you. Train you to be a good, behaved mutt, huh? S’that what you want me to fucking do?”
You try so hard to muster a response, but your body tightening up is a tell tale sign that you’re done for. You let out a throaty groan as your body arches down against Logan’s cock, twitches and trembles traveling through your soft body.
Logan fucks you through your orgasm, and once you comes down from the peak of it all, Logan slows before pulling out. He’s given you what he wanted. And now, it’s his turn.
Logan pulls you to be half-off the sofa as he sits on his knees on the floor. He perches his lover’s legs on his shoulders and dives in, eagerly mouthing and lapping up that sweet taste of your sex and orgasm.
You twitch and moan, and your hand reaches down to slip into Logan’s hair. But your wrist is gripped painfully, and Logan barks out at you; “I thought I taught you to keep your damn hands to yourself!”
You can’t help but shutter and moan, and you don't fight his grip. Logan returns his mouth to your cunt, tongue circling and flicking at your clit. Fuck, you’re loud, moaning like you two are the only people on the planet. Logan’s hand was gripping the cushions, but now he’s fisting his own cock, getting off to the intoxicating taste and unfathomably arousing sound of his darling lover. His grip loosens on your wrist, but he hasn’t let go yet, desiring that control, that connection.
God, he’s close. He can feel it pooling in his gut. His teeth graze against his flesh as he eagerly nips at your clit, hearing you yelp. Not yet.
He shoves his tongue into your cunt, getting a better taste, listening to you groan. Fuck, not yet.
Logan’s brows furrow as his attempts fail, and he pauses briefly. “God, I need you to cum for me, sugar.”
You peer down at him, breathing hard, then scoffing. “I will if you keep going.”
Logan grumbles to himself as he dips his head back down, sucking and nipping at your clit again. His hand jerks his cock, then pauses and waits, before resuming, then pausing again. He’s going to be stuck edging himself until he’s able to make you cum again.
Logan releases your wrist, instead reaching up and groping your tits again. Fucking hell, you sound so good when Logan pleasures you like this. Logan pinches and rolls your nipples between his fingers, causing you to suddenly buck against Logan’s mouth, writhing and whining like a-
Logan suddenly groans in shock against your sex, his voice cracking. He pulls off of you and looks down, watching his cock twitch in his own tight grip as it spurts out hot cum onto the floor. He hadn’t been careful enough with himself, and now he’s cumming before you, exactly what he didn’t want.
He gasps for air, panting heavily, but he barely catches a break. You whine and wriggle under Logan’s palm, which is now resting against your stomach. He looks up at you and huffs out, “Fuck, you are a needy whore, aren’t you?”
Logan’s mouth reconnects with your pussy with a newfound fervor, growling against your flesh, sending vibrations through you. You writhe and writhe and writhe, until you cum a second time, thighs squeezing Logan’s head so hard he has to pry them apart to breathe.
Finally, once everything is said and done, you remain draped across the sofa while Logan lays his head on your stomach, his hair being mindlessly played with. You crack your eyes open to peek at him, seeing his face mostly hidden in your soft flesh. “Something wrong, Lo’…?” you murmur. Logan grumbles incoherently, so you try again. “C’mon, tell me what’s got you like that.”
It’s quiet for a moment. Then Logan admits in a hushed voice, “M’just embarrassed… ‘Bout cumming too soon, and the sound I made… Felt like I didn’t have control.”
You can’t help but huff in amusement. “Don’t be embarrassed about that. I thought it was sexy. I like knowing I can make you lose control of yourself.”
Logan feels a little better about that. But he can’t help but add, “M’gonna have to clean up, too.”
You chuckle softly, petting Logan. “Sorry…"