ROAD TRIP STOP | LOGAN HOWLETT x READER
taking a small road trip with old man logan where youâre halfway to where you need to be, and you're bored out of your mind. unluckily for you, your boyfriend won't possibly give into your antics.
or, logan fucks you in a gas station bathroom <3
word count: 3.3k
WARNINGS/DISCLAIMERS: (18+ only!) fem!reader, porn w/ slight plot lol, piv, unprotected sex, this shit is roughhh, degrading, filthyyy dirty talk, use of pet names, slight choking, coming inside/creampie, manhandling? i guess?, logan refers to himself as "your old man" bc i'm insane, anddd happy ending bc we all know how much i love those! :D
a/n: there aren't nearly enough fics abt old man logan & i need him Badly.
+ logan pictures from @divinesols incredible moodboard <3
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youâre 4 hours into your road trip, and logan, well, being the man he is, hasnât let you drive a single second.
he tells you that you can just sit there nâ look pretty and thatâs good enough for him. but, heâs getting tired, and the nearest hotel isnât for another 50 miles.
you notice his eyes getting heavier, his body slouching more, his grip on the steering wheel loosening. so, you do what you do best. why not have some harmless fun with your old boyfriend?
your hands subtly inch over to his thighs, fingers trailing the clothed skin just above his knee, and he flinches surprisingly, glancing at you for a moment with that tired face of his.
âwhat are yâdoing? huh?â he asks, with a quirk in his eyebrow and his voice rasping more than usual from his fatigue; it only makes it all the more arousing for you.
you grin, your head turned to look up at him with a sly expression. âjust waking you up a bit. youâre practically falling asleep here.â
your fingers move upwards now, slowly but surely, and right before you can reach the spot just below his bulge, he sighs out, gripping your hand to lightly push it off of him.
ânot here. got another hour left tilâ weâre at the hotel. then, we can rest up, baby.â
you pout, looking at him eagerly. âare you even gonna make it there, lo?â you tease, âyour eyes are getting heavier, youâre tired.. why donât you just let me drive?â you attempt, but youâre knocked down the second you try.
he huffs, shaking his head. âdonât you try that shit. you know what mâgonna say to that.â
you groan at that, rolling your eyes fussily as your head turns to look up at the roof of the car. âyouâre insufferable,â you sigh out, jokingly, of course. but, you were with logan long enough to know just how stubborn he could be. that he could almost always be.
which means, you knew exactly how to get what you wanted, in more ways than one.Â
letâs just say this way was more fun, anyway.
you let out an exasperated breath before turning back to face him, your eyes lighting up just slightly before you open up your mouth.
âguess i just gotta..â you trail off, hands now on your body with your fingertips grazing the skin on your chest; roaming around the loose shirt you had on. â..entertain myself for the next hour then..â
logan turns his head to you now, eyes fixing on your hand just long enough to catch you slip it underneath your bra, cupping one of your tits. you let out a low moan as you look into his eyes, fingers rolling the nipple there, and he scoffs.
itâs a sound that has your heart racing immediately.
âyouâve been a good girl so far, sweetheart. would hate for you to switch up when weâre almost fuckinâ there.â he warns you, turning his head back to the road, having seen enough. âdonât you start now. gonna make you regret it.â
a pang of arousal hits you just like that, pussy involuntarily clenching around nothing as he threatens you; a threat that you definitely need to see for yourself.
you merely pout at him again, but his words arenât enough to stop you. not when youâre just getting started.
your hand leaves your breast, slowly inching down your stomach, then to the waistband of your shorts, all with your eyes still locked on him. you bite your lip as your hand breaches underneath the material, testing the waters before your fingers reach the hem of your panties.
fingertips aching to dip into the wet heat, you anticipate your own touch as your hands lower, but an immediate grasp at your wrist stops you completely, eliciting a gasp from your throat.
mouth falling open in shock, you turn to look at the man responsible with that gruff look on his face, and that snarl from him gives you more than enough of a warning.
you clear your throat, letting out a noise of frustration towards your boyfriend as he all but tosses your hand away carelessly.
âknock. it. off. donât make me say it again.â
logan nearly growls at you, moving in closer to get right in your face; he isnât playing around, and you know it.
but, god, does it only encourage you more.
it isnât until loganâs focus is completely back on the road that you test the waters again; your fingers finally inserting themselves into your soft, warm folds, wet and waiting so impatiently.
it makes you moan, a hushed sound that you try your hardest to bite back from releasing, but youâre evidently unsuccessful.
so, before you know it, the truck is swerving, causing you to pull yourself back to hold onto the sides of the car, anywhere that you could grab onto. the wheels squeal loudly as the high pitch penetrates your ears, and logan makes a harsh u-turn without a second to waste.
âlo! what the fuck!â you exclaim loudly, wild eyes reaching for his own, but itâs no use. heâs dead set in front of him, shaking his head furiously as the white of his knuckles present itself from holding onto the wheel so tightly.
heâs had enough of your shit.
his eyes never leave the road in front of him once, never returning to you. no matter how much you talk or try to get him to respond, he doesnât budge.
instead, for the next 5 minutes, silence fills the space between you as your eyes shut from your frustration. itâs all you really can do at this point.
but, itâs only when the high screech of the wheels halting and the gear being put into park has your eyes opening again, eyes latching onto the bright lights in front of you.
a gas station, and the convenience storeâs white luminescent glass reflecting on loganâs face. heâs out the driverâs side as soon as you can look at him, and before you can process it, heâs dragging you out of the truck, slamming the door shut as he does so.
you scramble against him, fists almost pushing their hardest into his chest as you whine loudly, increasingly dazed and confused.
âlogan, what the fuck are you doing?! let go of me!â
you fight against him harder, but thereâs nothing stopping him. not now.
he lets out an exasperated breath, his heavy footsteps embedding themselves into the loud gravel beneath them as he drags you along.
âdonât play that shit with me. actinâ like you donât know what the hell youâre doing,â he practically yells at you in a hushed voice, âyou know what the fuck youâre doing.â
âwalk.â he orders you instantly, and you donât hesitate to obey. not when his voice gets like that.
most of all, because it makes your heart poundâpounding in your chest because heâs right. you know what youâre doing.. but, you canât say you regret it. no, not one bit.
and if heâs gonna make you regret it, you might as well go all out. right?
his grip on your arm is tight as you walk side by side with him, leading you into the gas station with the door open for you. you canât even acknowledge the cashier from how quick logan swifts the two of you past them; straight towards the bathroom, and it makes you gulp.Â
itâs too late for anyone to be around, too late for anyone to care, and you know that. but, the thought exhilarates you anyway.
he shoves the door open with a hushed whisperâone thatâs almost incoherent as it escapes his lips. âyou wanna act like a fucking brat?â he shuts the door hurriedly, shoving your body against the sink, âiâm gonna treat you like a fucking brat.â
you yelp at the sudden movement, his fingers digging themselves into your skin as you cry out at the feeling. itâs rough and brutal and it burns, but itâs so fucking good.
âlo.. lo, please,â you whine as your eyes shut tightly, the overwhelming sensation of his hands on you and his hot breath hitting your skin being too much to handle.
your body is flush against the sink as you attempt to squirm, to try to get him to do something, anything.
that cruel laugh of his fills your earsâquiet yet booming in your head as it sends chills throughout your entire body, eyes flashing open to look at him in the mirror in front of you. âplease? please?â logan mocks you, âdo yâeven know what youâre asking for, baby? nah.. you donât.â
âyou just want..â logan trails off, his hands mindlessly reaching for your shorts, âto get fucked.. like the whore you are.â
without a single warning, he yanks them down along with your panties, and your whines are impossible to stop when the cool air hits your bare skin. when his filthy words are the only thing you can think about.
âcanât keep these pretty hands to yourself, you gotta rile me up to do it for you?â you hear the clank of his belt unbuckling, the zipper of his jeans sliding down, âgotta piss me off every goddamn time you get so fucking needy? i mean,â he laughs harder now, ânot that i really blame you..â
logan pauses, and his eyes that were once staring directly at you now shift to look straight ahead, latching onto your mirrored reflection instead. as if he was looking right into you now. âpretty girl like you.. would be a shame to let this cunt go to waste. so, iâll do you a favor..â
your jaw falls open in complete shock as your face contorts, as the tip of his cock breaches your tight hole, making your eyes roll back instantaneously with a sob from your lips.
âiâll use her real good. for what sheâs made for, yeah?â
your hands grip the sink in front of you as tightly as possible, body trembling as logan groans into your ear, his hands on your body never loosening.
instead, his grip only tightens as his hips become flush against your ass, his entire cock piercing you to the hilt with a satisfied moan.
âthat was easier this time, wasnât it? gettinâ used to me now. just needed to..â logan takes a moment to pull himself out of you, the tip resting against your entrance as he groans. he slams himself back inside of you so hard that your body fails you, your hands landing on the mirror to hold yourself up, bent over.
âbreak her in real fucking good.â
your body shakes against him as you cry out at his intrusion, stammering out a string of noises as your walls involuntarily clench around him over and over again. itâs almost as if youâre rapidly adapting to him; the way he stretches you out so much that it hurts in the best way possible. youâre pulsing around him, increasingly growing wetter by the second as your eyes water from the intense sensation.
your words slur with a few whines of what seem to be loganâs name as your hands move back to the sink, attempting to push yourself back up against him, but he stops you. grabbing one of your hands, he places it right against the mirror again, holding it still as he grinds himself into you. it makes you breathe out rapidly, body bent over the sink completely now.
âkeep emâ right there. right fucking there. you donât get to do that. yâdonât get to make any choices here.â he grunts in your ear, his thick beard grazing along your jaw as his eyes flicker from your face back to the mirror. he notices the way youâre trembling, eyes filled with those pretty tears of yours, and it makes him smileâa chuckle leaving him shamelessly.
he takes a moment to admire you, whispering out, âwhat iâm gonna do to you, baby..â and it makes your eyes flutter shut, warmth filling your core.
his other hand trails up the front of your body now, and it practically covers you completely because of how big it isâyour stomach, your breasts, your chest, then finally, your neck. your gasp is loud; heavy, as his fingers wrap around your throat, holding you still for him.
all of you in the palm of his handâall in his control.
you moan eagerly as he looks into your eyes through the mirror, grinning almost maliciously, âisnât this what you wanted?â he laughs, his hips stirring a bit as he agonizingly pulls out of you, making you wince, âyou wanted my attention so bad, wanted my cock so fucking bad..â he growls in your ear, his hand sliding from your throat to the back of your neck, pushing you down hard, and it makes you grip onto the side of the sink even more.Â
âwell, now you fucking got it.â
the sound of his rasping grunt hits you first; before youâre sobbing out on his cock, pelvis hammering inside of you with a tight hold on your neck, keeping you there with no chance of stopping, no squirming, no escaping.. no running away from this.
all you can do is take it as he pounds into you, the agonizing ache of his cock sliding in and out of you rapidly increasing the coil in your core, your loud cries and moans enough to make him go harder.
âthere you go, there she is..â logan grits out, hands now grasping at your hips, smacking your ass, eliciting a grunt from you, âbetter fuckinâ hope no one walks in here, or else all theyâre gonna see is some whore gettinâ used.â
you cry out as you feel the tip of his cock reach the deepest parts inside of you, nudging your g-spot suddenly as a tear slides down your cheek, your knuckles white from how tight you were grasping at your surroundings. your cheeks grow hot from the idea of that happening, stomach tightening as heat pools your core.
âwhatâd they think, huh? you think theyâd wanna join in on the fun? bet theyâd wanna fuck you too after iâm done with you. tightest fuckinâ hole iâve ever had.â
you whine out now, shaking your head desperately in retaliation as you deny it. you couldnât ever have another man like this, not now, not everâonly him.
logan sighs out, âno, no, no, iâd never let emâ baby, donât you worry,â he reassures you, pressing his lips against the top of your head, âthis,â he murmurs, his hand reaching to cup the front of your cunt, the rough skin on his palm grazing your clit just enough to make you squeal, âsâall fuckinâ mine. you hear me? not a single soul gets to use her like i can.â
ânot like sheâd want it anyway. only wants my cock in her. sâthe only way she can really be filled up.. fucked stupid and cryinâ for me. ainât that right? never got fucked by a man like me before yâmet me, and iâm sure as hell no one will ever get her trembling like i do.â
you shake your head again, tears continuously spilling out of your eyes as your stomach tightens repeatedly, ân-no, lo, only youââ you stammer out as logan buries himself inside of you to the hilt, plunging into the warm heat of your walls, and he slows, relying on pure power than pace now. the harsh drive of his hips has your head fogging up, so close to reaching your peak with your cunt shuddering.
âohh, there we go, sheâs doing it now. shaking all over this fucking cock, squeezinâ me so tight,â he hisses, âthat all you up in this pretty little head, or can you even control it? canât even control it, can you, baby?â
a string of noises leaves your lips, breathless and mixed with whines and a few tears in your eyes as your core spasms out, his cock hitting deep inside of you repeatedly.
âwhat was that? canât really.. understand you, baby, yâgotta speak up..â he teases, a mean laugh escaping his throat, âcâmonnn, use your words, really think emâ out, say emâ clearly.â
âcâmon, show me that youâre still my good girl. my good little girl. speak up for your old man, honey.â
you yelp out at his filthy words, âmâ.. i c-canât.. control it, ah!â your moans involuntarily stringing out, eyes fluttering shut and rolling to the back of your head, your pussy convulsing around him intensely. âg-gonnaâc-cum, lo, ohââ you spit out, your chest grasping for as much air as possible.
he hums in your ear now, fingers reaching for your clit and fastening tight, harsh circles at it, making you shudder, your cunt throbbing around his cockâpulsating over and over again as you start to see white. âgonna fill you up, sweetheart, gonna make you take it, fuck.â
you canât even register him anymore as he talks you through it, the âcome for me, baby,â muffled in your ears as you listen to him, cunt constricting around him tightly as you soak him, and the sound is filthy as logan chases his release, squelching loudly from your climax.
you let out a muffled sob as logan finally reaches his peak, slamming himself deep inside of you as he holds you there, the spurts of white hot spilling & coating your walls. all you can hear is the ringing in your ears, along with the mixture of your heavy breaths and loganâs rasps surrounding you.
loganâs strong arms pull you up against him as you catch your breath, heart rate slowing as your back leans against his chest tiredly. he mutters sweet nothings to you, praising you with kisses along your neck, cheek, then to your lips.
âmy good fucking girl, my sweet girlâoh, baby,â he hums in your ear, eyes shut as he takes you in. you sigh out, breathing him in as your hand reaches behind, landing on the back of his head to pull him in closer, âgod, i love you.â
you laugh, pressing a mindless kiss on his skin, âi love you more, lo, iâiâm sorry for acting out, for being such aââ you begin to apologize, but he just shuts you up with another peck to your lips. âshh, you hush now. i appreciate it.. you riling me up all the damn time. sâ the only way i can still feel so young.â
you giggle, eyes opening up to turn your head to him, taking in his disheveled lookâtired, old, grumpy. the man you loved, as handsome as ever.
âalways young in my eyes, lo..â you smile, âbesides.. itâs the only way i can get you to fuck me that good.â you tease.
he huffs, rolling his eyes. âi fuck you that good every goddamn time, nâ donât you deny it.â
you laugh, nodding. you canât deny that fact. but, your eyebrows furrow slightly, suddenly thinking back to the previous events.
âdid you really fuck me in a gas station bathroom, babe? what if someone walked in?!â you groan, pushing your forehead into his chest, embarrassed.
he chuckles, âlocked it the minute we got in here, baby. wouldnât let anyone see you like that,â he reassures you, gently gripping the side of your head to make you look up at him, âyou got that?â
his face is stern now as he looks into your eyes, and those butterflies in your stomach erupt as if it were the first time you ever got them from him. you nod though, gleaming up at him.
âgot it.â
he grins, âgood. now, letâs get you cleaned up nâ back on the road. backâs killing me even more now nâ that bedâs calling my name.â
you laugh at him, teasing him further. âold man.â
you wouldnât want it any other way.













