Hagar ♡ﾟ🦋

he wasted no time in manhandling you on your hands and knees.

“fuck, look at you,” logan now croons from above you. well, not like you can see him. you’re currently pressed down into his soft bed, the rough material of his hockey jersey loosely hanging over your figure.

his own name stares back at him in bold, white letters, but with your hair sprawled over your shoulders, your cute heart-shaped ass jutting out from under, shiny slick coating your inner thighs.

“my girl with my name on her back.” logan continues, his eyes low and voice slow, but still with a small grin on his face. his heavy hand presses down your lower back, making you curve your back into a deeper arch.

“‘m proud of you for knowin’, gorgeous,” he mumbles, nosing the side of your neck from behind. “for knowing you’re my baby.”

or when logan pushes your legs over his shoulders as he feeds you fast, long strokes of his cock. the anklet with the “J” and “L” charms clinking right next to his ear.

your latest addition— you just had to surprise your boyfriend with it. and logan being logan, couldn’t keep his hands to himself.

mixed with the sounds of your pretty moans, logan swears he’s in warm paradise. “know i’m big, honey— know you can take it,” he coos, a hint of reassurance evident in his deep voice. he presses a chaste kiss to your anklet-covered ankle. “such a good, competent girl for johnny.”

he delivers one sharp, hard thrust, your pussy squelching, sucking him further into your narrow tunnel. “prettiest girl on the planet.” he says profoundly, his gaze warm and sweet like a treacle as he watches you take him with glassy eyes and puffy lips.

it’s also the way he loves fucking up into you from under, loving to see the thick tip of his dick move under the thin skin of your belly. his flannel is wrapped around your naked frame, your tits lightly bouncing as you swirl your hips down his cock.

“y’love being mine, huh?” logan teases slightly as he slides his large hands over the curve of your hip. he pulls you closer to his face by your necklace, adorned with a dainty charm of his ‘69 camaro, a subtle hint you’re logan’s. “‘m aaall over you.”

you continue to push yourself further down his soppy dick, whining and nodding. “yes—” you whimper, placing your hands on top of his own on your hips, “i’m yours— i’m yours.”

“yes, you are,” logan takes over, guiding you up and down as you feel your climax milk out of you. small tears from pleasure well up in your eyes, your legs all tingly and soft as you ride out your orgasm.

“that was a big one, huh, baby? did s’good for me.”