✨️ Wolvie ✨

logan howlett the man that you are. logan and you had long since been sneaking around together, behind everyone else's backs. from secret, quiet sneak aways in close closets to quick fucks behind lockers - the two of you had done it all!

well...

not quite all.

you see, there's one thing about logan. he's been nice. too nice. nice to the point that it's weird. and let's be entirely honest here folks - mean logan... well, you'd be lying if you said it didn't do something to you, everytime he'd get rough and tough.

which is how tonight, as he's snuck into your quarters, you finally muster up the courage to ask hi-

"-be mean, lo."

"mean???"

"yes! i can fucking take it!"

"...ya sure???"

"yes. be mean!"

"..."

"..."

he thinks it over long and hard (hey, guess what else is long and har-). you can practically see the cogs turning in his brain before he sighs and nods, shrugging his shoulders before slowly stripping down in front of you,

"get to it, princess. ya want mean logan, ya get mean logan."

he's stripping and you're stripping. his eyes scan over your body - filled with lust and hunger - as your own eyes scan over his. what you don't quite expect then is his arm darting out around your waist, yanking you into him,

"get down, now. on ya back, princess."

you don't dare say no, the change in tone suddenly sending pulses through your body. you can't hold back the moan's in your throat as he practically manhandles you - pushing your knees up beside your face. he takes one slow look down your body again, smirking as he takes in just how we- well, he says it better,

"all this, baby? already wet? gonna need ya to last f'me, princess.."

he's mocking you. he's mocking you and you're wetter and wetter than before. it's... well, it should be humiliating, but your brain doesn't know the fucking difference right now.

he pulls your legs open, letting a bead of spit dribble down from his lips for a moment, before actually lowering down - spitting on your clit. your body unintentionally tightens and convulses slightly as he presses your legs down properly.

"oh, ya like that, huh?"

one thing you've learnt is logan is really, genuinely, truly into eye contact. eye contact does everything for him. he makes intense, deep eye contact as you squirm under his arms. he doesn't really wait for you to respond - plunging his thick length into you as your back arches under him.

he should be going slow, he should be taking his time and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. he should be making you feel reaaaaal good as you wrap your arms around his neck, whining into his ears. instead, he's fucking you rough and hard from the get go - not giving you time to adapt and get used to him. weirdly enough, it works. the rough pace, the way his hands hold you (in a way that does not allow you to close your legs, or run away) and how he mutters filthy, dirty words into your ears...

"...gonna fill you up- oh, ya like that too, huh? want me to fill ya up, peach? wanna get ya allll full f'me, yeah? what if i don't, pretty girl, then what?"

cut to you whining, begging, needy as he continues to pummel into you - relentless with his pace,

"f-fuck, lo-! please? p-please, baby?"

"gonna have to beg prettier, peach~"

"fill me u-up-! please, baby, please, i n-nee- oh, fuck m'close-"

and all of a sudden, he stops. all of a sudden, the high that the two of you had been climbing together plummets down into the ground. he pulls out, with that awful smile on his face that you can't tell - does it turn you on, or piss you off? both?

as your hands reach out to him, attempting to claw him back to you, he swats them away,

"patience is a virtue, princess."

as you lie there - shivering and shaking - you can't ignore the part of you that practically falls apart. he.. he promised! your eyebrows furrow over as you think it through, clarity slowly returning to you.

no, no, no - logan can't have that! clarity?? in bed with him??? not whilst he's still naked, hot and hard!

he pulls you by your hips, down to the edge of the bed and slowly enters you again. the thick squelch and pop of slick and your thick gummy walls wrapping around his cock have the two of you arching back, moaning into the humid air that surrounds the two of you.

in, out, in and out. over and over again as your nails dig into his arms. his hands press into your hips in a way that will definitely leave heavy bruises. and for once, logan is somewhat dejected at his quickened healing. the idea of your scratches up and down his arms as you tug him closer and closer, whining and moaning and begging him for more, and more has him wetter. needier.

"p-please, fuck, lo - i can't t-take i-"

"take it, baby, fuckin' take it all-"

"-gonna fuckin' cu-m, pleasepleaspleaselemmecu-!"

this time he's kind enough. this time, he doesn't stop you, nor does he pull out like an evil fucking bastard. this time, he pounds into you intentionally. over and over again until you cry out. arms and legs convulsing as he does not stop! he does not fucking stop - fucking hell, logan!

your brain is entirely gone. turned into mush as the only thing remaining is the imprint of his cock, buried deep in you. the remainder of his never ending thrusts are blurry for you, until he starts rushing. thrusting sloppier, groaning and breathing heavy until-

his thick cum fills you. each and every crevice, filling you wholly and fully. it's thick, hot and.. well. a lot. a whole, fucking, lot.

he lifts your knees up to your head, pressing them up against the mattress and holding you there as you whine. pouting, as he smirks down at you again. your teeth dart out, biting your lower lip, and his low voice sends shivers up and down your spine again,

"now, now pretty girl - gotta make it stick f'me, yeah~?"

xoxo, roe~