#dbf!logan

His cock deep inside of you, pummeling your poor pussy as he holds you up against the wall. Logan? You think that's his name. Truthfully you didn't really pay much attention to what he was saying at the crowded bar you found him at. You were too busy staring at his big hands and handsome face. The alcohol provided just enough of a confidence boost as you had made your way over to him sitting by himself.

Normally, one night stands aren't really your thing but you're back home for the first time in a while and if you were going to survive your parents asking you about your life since graduating college and if you had a boyfriend yet...you were going to need something.

What you didn't expect was this mountain of a man to be exactly what you needed.

"Shit." He hisses as he bites down on your nipple.

It's a vicious cycle. His cock would hit just right and his teeth would scrape the sensitive parts of your skin, you would scratch and tug on anything you can grab and so he'd fuck his hips harder and you hope it never ends. His big rough hands are on your ass, squeezing and groping the fat as he pleases. You don't know how strong this man is to be holding you up like it's nothing but you're not complaining.

Not when he lets you fall onto his cock over and over. Letting gravity do most of the work as he focused on lavishing your chest with love. Tits or ass this man didn't seem to care. His tongue plays with your nipples, moving back and forth to make sure the other doesn't get too lonely as he put it. His strength unmatched meaning all you can do is just sit there and take it. Over and over and over.

"Feel good baby?" He hums as he feels your thighs start to twitch. An uncontrollable reaction to the pleasure that was coursing through body.

"Mm yeah Logan..." You whine as you bury you start to sink lower in his arms. You bury your face into his shoulder, teeth scraping the skin as you find grounding as he continues to fuck you.

"Getting tired? You're barely doing any work sweetheart." He teases as he squeezes your ass.

Lifting you up again to to let you fall. His hips speeding up in their monstrous thrusts. You can barely get any words out as your brain starts to turn to mush. His lips trail up your body ghosting over your sweating skin until he leaves a soft kiss on your lips.

"That's okay I'll do all the work, you just sit there and look pretty." He coos.

His chest practically bulges as his fat tits press against your body. His arms flex as he rests his forehead against yours. His tongue peaking out of his mouth as he moves you to the perfect position.

His eyes fixed to watching his dick disappear inside of you. Watching the way your legs quiver and your cunt twitches around him. Feeling how tight you squeeze him, how warm you feel and just how perfect you seem to fit him.

"Fucking perfect. Perfect fucking body perfect face just perfect." He mumbles.

In your dazed fucked out state you would have taken that as a compliment, maybe gotten a little shy but you're too gone to care. You dig your nails into his skin harshly. It must be a trick of your mind, too because you swear the marks just disappear right before your eyes. Though you're taken out of your thoughts when you feel his the rough pad of his thumb press against your clit.

"Logan!" You moan loudly as you tilt your head back into the wall.

He's unrelenting as he rubs tight circles and pounds his cock in tandem. His cock twitches wildly inside of your warm cunt, he's never had an issue making his partner cum first but he feels like he's gonna burst any minute.

"Come on, come for me sweetheart. I know you want to just let yourself come on my fat cock. Fucking you so good wanna feel how bad you needed me. Wanna feel you squeeze this dick tight and suck me in like the vixen you are." He rambles nonsense in your ear but his husky voice is enough to send you over the edge.

You hug him tightly as you fall apart. The loud wet obscene sounds of your hook up should make you embarrassed but you just can't be bothered as Logan roars loudly and slams himself to the hilt. His wiry hair rubbing against your clit making you whine from the stimulation. Cum filling you up so much it starts to drip down your leg.

He pants in your ear, a low happy rumble building in his chest as he holds you close to him. His arms feeling so secure and safe despite your naturally vulnerable state.

"You really know how to show someone a good time." You say breathlessly, a hint of humor in your voice as Logan smirks.

"Told you I would rock your damn world baby." He says cockily.

Any other man would have you rolling your eyes but he can at least back up his egotistical statements. He offers for you to stay the night, citing the fact that you can barely stand on your own. So you do. You lay in bed next to him and let his arm rest around your waist.

When the sun rises you manage to wake before he does. He looks so peaceful, so handsome. You almost don't want to walk away but you know its for the best.

When Logan wakes you're gone without a trace. He sighs as he gets out of bed. Another one night stand under his belt but this one felt different. Perhaps he's getting bored with his bachelor lifestyle. He makes coffee in silence. Nothing but an empty apartment and his thoughts to keep him company now.

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"Honey! Come downstairs the guests are arriving soon!" Your moms voice comes from the living room.

Life hasn't changed much for your parents since you moved out all those years ago. Too focused on maintaining that perfect family life and not focused enough on the smaller things. It's not that they didn't love you, they just seemed to love your accomplishments a little more.

"You guys still host your weekly barbeque I see." You say as you walk downstairs.

The house is spotless as your father starts the grill in the backyard. For most it would be nothing but a kind neighbor wanting to have fun with their friends but you know that this is their excuse to brag about what's going right in their life. Still the foods good and so is the alcohol so their friends always show up.

"Of course we do Ducky."

"Mom. Don't call me that." You say and she just rolls her eyes.

You hated that damn nickname. A knock at the door thankfully gives you an out to speaking to your mother.

"I'll get it!" You yell as you walk to the door.

"Hi Welcome-" Your words stop as you see the man standing at your door holding a six pack of beer.

Logan.

You both stare at each other in shock, unable to say a word to each other. What the hell is he doing here?

"Logan! Glad you could make it!" Your dad's voice booms from the back. A wide smile on his face as he moves you to the side to say hello.

"And you're early! That's a first." Your dad jokes. Logan hugs your dad with a big pat on his back, staring at you in disbelief.

"Ducky, this is Logan. Met him at the lumberyard when we needed to build a new shed in the back. He did all the work of course." You don't say a word as you just nod.

Smiling like he isn't the man who was balls deep inside of you last night. This was the man you hooked up with and now your dad is introducing him like they're best fucking friends.

"Come outside with me Logan, I gotta show you the new grill we just bought. Ten times better than that old piece of junk from last week." Logan just nods. Your father's hand around his shoulder as they walk to the backyard. Logan sneaks a glance behind you, his eyes wide and you just stare back.

“C’mon, sweets,” He pleads as he palms your naked breasts in his large palms, rolling the peaking nipples in between his fingers, “How ‘bout just the tip, baby? Jus’ give Daddy a little taste, yeah?” 

You should’ve known that Logan’s older than that myth—that card to corrupt your innocence—but his guilt is buried deep by his desire, his primal need to have you that leaves him with little to no restraints.

Your doe-eyes is the only sign that he needs. 

A mark for your submission sent him spiraling that he had to bite his left cheek to hide his smugness.

Logan’s too old for this shit.

”O-okay,” You reply in a nod, meek and quiet, “But jus’ the tip, promise?” 

Logan doesn’t care if he’s too old. 

“‘Promise, baby.” Logan murmurs as he locks his pinky with yours. 

Logan is the biggest fuckin’ liar. 

“H-ah! More!” He’s got you on all fours, your saliva drips onto his pillows as you lost your energy to keep yourself up while Logan fucks you from the back. 

He grips your sides and uses his strength to manhandle your body back and front to his hard cock.

“So good f’r Daddy, sweetheart.” He groans so deep he barely recognizes his own voice, “So fuckin’ good, baby.” 

You are getting impatient with how he’s torturing you by drawing his length so deliberately slow so he can watch your velvet walls gripping him—before thumping it back in. Logan’s never satisfied until his hips are pressed flush to the fast of your ass.

Then, he repeats the process—snapping his hips forward, leaving you moaning out a high-pitched noise as your hands uselessly clutch at the sheets. 

Logan watches with pride as he knows that he’s the one who’s able to make you feel like this. The only one. 

He bends forward, his broad figure covering your trembling back, “Tha’ my girl. So fuckin’ sweet for your old man.” The head of his cock ruts along that gummy spot inside of you, “Now, wha’ dya say to Daddy?” 

Logan hears a weak muffled answer from when your head is buried.

“Hmm? Wha’s that, baby?” 

Gently, he cups your chin to tip your head just enough so he could hear your reply.

He hears a hiccuped sob—then—“Than’ you, Daddy.”

A throaty chuckle comes out of him as he presses a kiss on your messy hair, “Wha’ a good doll y’are.

Something in the way he manhandles you—the way this feels so taboo—makes your body spasm in his hold—toes curling as you reach your peak.

Logan tightens his grip around you when he feels how your warm walls are squeezing him. 

You both feel like living in an utterly different world in this euphoria that washes over the room. 

Your father had always been strict, ever since you were a little girl, and you recall he always had rules that everyone in the house was expected to follow. However, the moment you started high school you suddenly had your own set of rules.

Rules like no crop tops, no body piercings, nothing that would draw the attention of your classmates to your anatomy. The most important rule? No boyfriends. You knew it was mostly for your father’s own peace of mind, and you didn’t really care for the boys you had grown up going to school with since kindergarten, so you didn’t fight him too much on it. You weren’t boy crazy or anything anyway, so you didn’t understand why he would even worry.

Then everything changed when an old friend of your father’s moved back to the city. Logan was a mountain of a man, respectful and caring in a gruff way, he was quiet but knew how to make others feel at ease around him. Lord, did he have an effect on you. To say he was handsome would be an understatement, he was like one of those leading men straight off the cover of romance eroticas like your mom kept in her drawers. Yet he was genuine and kind, he always greeted you when you entered the room, he would bring by some trinket he thought you might like, he never dismissed you in conversations like your dad might occasionally do. You never questioned why Logan thought about you so often or why he looked out for you, you figured it was just an old friend trying to make up for lost time.

After a few months, Logan would stop by for Sunday beers, then you would come home from school to find him getting watching a game with your dad. “Hey, kid,” Logan would greet with a polite nod. “Good day?”

“Not terrible, we had a sub in math so that was a neat break.” You offer with a small smile and Logan chuckles at that as you walk towards the recliner where your dad is sitting to kiss his cheek.

“Another substitute? How many vacation days does that math teacher have?” Your dad asks and you give him a small shrug, already sinking into yourself like it’s your fault. “You’re not falling behind, are you?”

You quickly shake your head and say, “No, sir. We have a study group in the mornings to keep up with the unit.”

Your dad gives you what could be a hum of approval. “That’s the initiative you should continue to strive for, kiddo. Now go do your homework before your mother gets home and starts dinner.” He instructs and you nod, waving at his friend as you head towards the staircase.

“It’s good to see you again, Mr. Logan.”

As Logan watches you disappear up the stairs, he can’t help think that your old man could have tossed you an atta girl or some type of praise to let you know he was proud of you. It wasn’t his place, however, so he kept his mouth shut.

It made Logan ache to see you not being properly praised, like the good girl you clearly are, and that’s just not how he would do things. You noticed Logan would be especially kind after you and your father exchanged some words. Logan noticed the way you would wear clothes you didn’t really care for to appease your father’s rules, he noticed you would miss out on things with your friends because of your old man’s curfew. All Logan wanted was to give you some freedom, a little praise because you are a good girl, and you deserved to be treated like one.

One night, Logan stops by to drop off some charcoal for a cookout your father was planning for Easter and you answered the door for him. Your eyes were sad and wet, your bottom lip slightly jutted out as you greeted him with a soft little, “Hi, Logan.”

“Hey, kid, you alright?” Logan asks, moving past the threshold when you step aside and nod slowly. Logan drops the bag of charcoal off in the kitchen and makes his way back over to you, dusting his hands on his pants. “You ain’t gotta lie to me, darlin’, I ain’t your old man.”

Darlin’, the nickname makes your face warm, you like it. That type of soft spoken expression that makes you feel safe to share with him. Your eyes find his intense green ones and you sniffle as you shrug, hugging yourself in your crew neck sweater. “My dad and I just got off the phone a little bit ago. He wasn’t happy that I didn’t go to tennis tryouts.” You tell him, looking down at your mismatched socked feet, toeing at the floor.

“Don’t care for the sport?” Logan asks casually, not accusing, not demanding, just asking if it’s even something that interests you. You shake your head. “Then your father’s just gonna have to get over it. Better that you try at something you give a shit about than half ass something you don’t.”

“Wish he’d see it like that.” You mumble.

“I see it.” Logan steps closer and you look up at him with parted lips and your heart suddenly in your throat. “You’re a good girl, sweetheart. You know that, don’t you?”

“I don’t always know if I’m doing what he expects of me.” You admit, feeling like Logan is taking a weight out of your chest just by letting you vent about your strict dad. “I try so hard, Logan.” You sniff and he pulls you into his embrace as your eyes water again. You cry softly into his chest and he holds you, soothing you with soft coos while caressing your hair. “I-I’m n-not allowed to do a-anything fun and I-I don’t even understand wh-why,” You say between soft sobs, your little fists clutching tightly onto the back of his t-shirt. “I-I’ve never b-been rebellious or-or sneaky or done anything to not d-deserve his trust. I can’t e-even wear a damn crop-crop top.”

Logan can’t help a small chuckle at that and your reproachful whine is muffled in his chest which shouldn’t make his cock twitch in his pants, but it does. “You’re a good girl, you are, you just need to be shown how good girls should be rewarded.” Logan says and you tilt your head back to look up at him. “You want me to show you?”

“Yeah.”

Next thing you know, you’re straddling your dad’s best friend in the living room, face buried in his neck as he’s slowly encouraging you to ride his thigh.

“There we go, just like that, baby doll.” Logan praises, feeling the slight tremors in your body as he holds your waist and rubs your back soothingly with the other. “No one‘s ever made you feel this good, huh?” He asks into your ear and you shake your head, panting softly as your clit pulses with need. “Such a good girl, you need to be looked after more often. I can help with that, sweetheart.”

You peek up at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, soft whines leaving your mouth as your hips chase the friction he guides you to follow. “My dad is mean to me, Logan. He-he doesn’t love me, he just wants me to-to make him look good.”

Logan’s hands move over your back, one settling at the nape of your neck and the other on your hips, his thick thigh flexing subtly underneath your pulsing slit as you ride him to your release. Logan cradles you close as you tremble in his arms, gasping and moaning as you ride that wave with his help.

“Then I’ll be your daddy, baby girl.”

From that point on, the dynamic between you and Logan changed dramatically. It wasn’t obvious, you were subtle about the extra attention he was giving you behind your father’s back. Now, however, whenever you and your dad got into a tense back and forth, whenever you felt overwhelmed with your studies, whenever you needed to feel more valuable, you didn’t pout and cry in your room. Now you went straight to his best friend’s arms.

“Slow, baby, don’t get too loud.” Logan whispered into your hairline as you were rubbing your pussy against his bulge. The thin cotton of your panties was soaked through and you were whining softly, gasping against his neck as you reached another release.

Logan had come over while your father was still at work to make sure you ate something and had someone to talk to after school. The gesture made you clingy and you asked him to cuddle in your bed for a little bit. Now you were sitting in his lap, stripped down to your panties and socks, letting Logan knead and kiss at your bare breasts while you got yourself off on him. “It’s-it’s so good, daddy! It feels so good, I-I want more.”

“Use it, sweetheart, make yourself come. You feel how hard it is, huh? How hard you got daddy just sitting here letting him touch you?” He coos, kissing your cheek and jaw, nipping his way down to your neck and you begin to tremble from your impeding orgasm.

“Oh, ‘m gonna - mmm, daddy - I feel it.” You whine, grabbing firmly onto his broad shoulders with your little hands, grinding helplessly against the hard erection in his pants. Your face nuzzles into his neck and you cry out as you feel that wave of pleasure overcome you.

“That’s my good girl, feel better?” He asks, cradling you against his chest, kissing your head and softly rubbing your back while you nod and smile up at him in a blissful state. “Always so proud of you. You’re such a fast learner, baby doll.”

“Thank you.” You whisper dreamily as you peck his jaw and cuddle into him during your come down.

Step by step, Logan takes it a little further as the days turn to weeks. You come home one afternoon to find a shopping bag on your bed. One from a store at the mall that your father had forbid you from even window shopping. Inside the bag you find a pair of denim shorts and a crop top that your father would ban from the house if he saw it. You know it’s from Logan and your suspicion is confirmed when you receive a text from him.

Logan (dad’s friend): You get my gift, baby doll?

You type back a response.

You: I did, I love it💕

Logan (dad’s friend): Send me some pictures when you try them on.

It becomes an unspoken arrangement, his taking care of you. Logan buys you the clothes you wish to wear, little gold earrings that you put on when you are out of the house with him or with friends, and he gives you sweet words and affection that you lack at home. Logan knows he’s probably crossing boundaries, but he sees how hard you try to be perfect and good, and he wants to take some of the pressure off. He wants to spoil you and be someone you can depend on, the only man you can depend on.

“You ever let any boys see you like this?” Logan asks one afternoon when he came over to spend time with you.

You shake your head, lifting it to look up at Logan from where you’re lying on your back while holding your thighs up, spreading yourself open for him. “No, daddy, I don’t like the guys here.” You are completely naked, trembling slightly from the anticipation of what Logan is about to do to you in your bedroom, in your father’s house.

Meanwhile, Logan is standing at the end of your bed, his hard cock out as he strokes it, boxers pushed halfway down his thighs, his shirt laid out underneath you “for the mess,” Logan had said before settling you down on your childhood bed how he wanted you. He’s trying to convince himself not to defile you like this, not his best friend’s daughter, but the way you’re staring up at him so willingly and trusting - he can’t risk some kid doing ruining your first time. It’s better that he does it, who better than a man that actually cares for you?

“You’re gonna pay attention and see how it’s done so you know what it should feel like, yeah? This isn’t all fun and games, baby doll, got it?”

“Got it.”

First, Logan touched you. Opened you up with his thick fingers as he inspected the perimeter of your little hole. It was pink and pulsing, glistening with want as his fingers brushed over your slit and circled your clit slowly. “You’re a virgin, baby doll, huh?” He asks and you give him a barely there nod as you watch his digits teasing you until you are wet and needy. “It’s gonna hurt a little, darlin’, but we’ll get through it together, yeah?”

“Yes, daddy.” Your voice is unrecognizable to you, breathless and soft in a way that tells Logan you are completely under his guiding hand.

Logan brings two fingers up to his mouth and licks your arousal off, eyes still on you. “Tastes so good, daddy’s gonna have a taste, okay?” You nod quickly, wide eyes watching as he kneels at the end of your bed and places your thighs onto his shoulders. His lips press into your thighs, kissing you and tickling you with his facial hair which makes you giggle and Logan groans at the sound in this context. “Sweet little thing.” His lips press to your clit and you shiver from the unfamiliar sensation.

His thumb continues to roll over your clit slowly while his tongue is exploring your clenching pussy, prodding at your tight entrance while moaning from the taste and scent of your sex. “Oh, daddy!” You moan, a small gasp leaves your throat as your head tips back and Logan gives you a light swat on your ass which makes you pop back up to watch him.

“Eyes on me, baby girl, remember?” Logan says sternly and you nod firmly, biting your lip as you watch his tongue circle your aching clit slowly. “You gotta pay attention so you see how it’s supposed to be done. Make sure any boyfriends that come along know how to give you an orgasm.”

Your head is spinning, too delirious with pleasure to realize that he’s not promising to keep doing this, he’s preparing you to be without him. “I don’t want any boyfriends, I want you.” You say, your big, wet eyes as you stare at him pleadingly.

“We can’t, baby, you’re too young, too good for a mean old man like me.” Logan says, spreading your folds open with two fingers and licking at your slit to make your tremble. “You’re going to marry a good guy with a trust fund and a career, you’re going to be kept like you deserve. You deserve everything good.”

You shake your head, but don’t argue because now one of his thick, long fingers is slipping inside you and you inhale sharply from the pressure. His digit curls in you and you moan as he presses on a spongy part of your insides. “Oh, shi-”

“No swearing, baby, too pretty for dirty words.” Logan says, watching your blissed out face while you watch his finger fucking into you.

“Mm, it feels so good!” You cry out. Logan leans down and kisses you softly while exploring your depths with one finger, getting you used to the stretch. A small gush escapes you and Logan groans, his mouth watering as he breaks the kiss to taste your arousal coating his digit.

“Gonna add one more, baby doll.” Logan tells you, sliding his hand back and slowly pushing into you again with two fingers now. You bite harder on your lip as the stretch is now accompanied by a sting. “There you go, that’s it. Nice and slow, does that feel good?”

“Yes, daddy.” You moan, wanting so badly to close to your eyes and writhe for him, but he has his other hand cupping your nape to make sure you’re watching every movement of his hand.

“Such a good girl,” Logan kisses you again, nipping at your lip and whispering sweet things to make you whine while he’s finger fucking you. “Your father’s got no idea how good you are, so obedient and smart. Fuck, and you’re tight as hell, baby doll.”

Your eyes drift past his hand between your thighs and you notice his cock, still hanging out of his boxers is throbbing and leaking, wet at the tip. The sight makes your mouth water and you lick your lips, your eyes finding his green ones as he’s watching you beneath him. “I wanna taste too.”

“Yeah, darlin’? Wanna have a taste of my cock?” He asks and you nod eagerly. “Lie back for me.”

Now, Logan is carefully straddling your chest, holding his cock against your face as you lick and suck on him. “There you go, take your time.” You suckle on his tip and Logan groans as he reminds himself not to shove down your throat. He lets you lick and kiss and suck on him for a little bit until he’s nearly at the edge. “You’re gonna get real good at that someday, but not tonight.”

You pop off him without a fuss as he moves his cock away from your mouth to settle between your messy, sticky thighs. “Here we go, baby doll. Nice and slow, let daddy take his time.” Logan’s throbbing, red tip glides between your folds, parting them as he burrows into your opening, dipping in slowly. “Fuck, it’s gonna be a stretch, darlin’.” Logan warns and you nod, too consumed in the way his thick girth looks while trying to bury itself into you.

His tip presses in and you whine as the fullness adds pressure to your core. “Oh, it’s so big!” You gasp, your hips sinking into the mattress as you run from the sting. Logan immediately follows, bringing you back with a hand under your ass and tsking at you.

“Good girls don’t run, remember?” He warns and you pout but nod. “You’re okay, you’re just not used to it. Relax for me, baby.” He encourages while kissing along your collarbones, nuzzling his nose in the hollow of your throat where he can feel your heartbeat. “I’ll make it fit, just leave that to me.” His lips finding yours and you melt into his kiss as one large hand returns between your legs to aid in the task at hand. You focus on his kiss, the way his chest rises and falls beneath your palms, how his large body blankets yours in safety. Logan’s cock sinks into your pussy inch by inch, each shallow thrust of his hips driving himself deeper and deeper until you’re trembling from how much you’re taking.

“Oh, ‘m so full.” You whisper, looking up at him eyebrows scrunched together in distress. “I’ve never-oh-never felt like th-this, Logan.”

One of his large hands comes to rest on top of your head, scratching your scalp softly while the other keeps your thigh gently pinned to the bed as he works himself through your little pussy. A rhythmic squelching sound quickly fills your bedroom and you whine from how his blunt head begins to bump into your cervix. “Mm, such a tight squeeze, baby doll.” Logan growls softly, his nose brushing over your jawline as you tilt your head back with an arch in your back. “Does it feel good? You like getting your little pussy stuffed by daddy?”

“Y-yes, daddy!” You whine, burying your face in his chest as your arms wrap around his waist and let him give you pleasure and comfort all at once.

“Oh, fuck, my little girl.” He groans, caging you under his weight as he pounds into you, chasing your release. “Come for me, come for me, baby doll.” Logan pants, his restraint crumbling as you beg and call out for him. The tightness in the depths of your belly unravels and your body shakes violently from your orgasm.

“Logan! Fuck!” You cry out and Logan growls, cupping your jaw in his hand and giving you a warning nip on your lip.

“No dirty words, baby.”

“‘M sorry, ‘m sorry, don’t stop, please!” You moan, your nails scratching down his back as your body convulses from the overstimulation as Logan follows his own release.

“You’re not on the pill, so no boys should be finishing in you, you hear me?” Logan says, lifting your body by your underarms as he sits back on his heels and brings you down onto his length. You nod your heavy head before dropping it on his shoulder where Logan cradles you while moving your hips for you, bouncing you along the length of his still throbbing cock. “I’m gonna finish in you because I can take care of you.”

“Yes, daddy. Just you.” You say in a breathless voice as he continues to effortlessly bounce you on his cock. “I l-love how you take care of me.”

“My sweet girl.” His release is thick and warm as he comes with a low growl in your ear, your cheek pressed to his hairy, sweaty chest as he fucks it deep into you. “All mine, darlin’, aren’t you?” His cock pulses inside you and you nod, swallowing hard and sighing as you feel so content and cared for.

“Mhm, all yours.”

Logan gives you a moment before he slowly lifts you by your waist so he can watch his spend drip down your thighs and onto your bedsheets. “Look at that, fuck, broke all of your daddy’s rules just for me?” You nod slowly, running your fingers through the sides of his hair and breathing softly as you reach for a kiss.

“You’re my daddy.” You say against his lips with a dazed little smile that makes Logan chuckle, but he doesn’t disagree.

"Now.. What do we have here?" Logan rumbles as he stands heavy against your doorway, arms crossed with a smirk tugging at his lips.

You shriek and scramble, like ice water has been pushed through your veins, rushing to cover yourself from his gaze. Practically naked and beyond mortified as you stutter biwildered whilst trying to tug your top back over your breasts. “w-what the fuck are you doing?! How long have you been stood there?”

“..what am I doing? I think I should be the one asking you that, princess.”

He ignores the second part of your question and you feel yourself try to shrink to no avail, so you repete; voice breathlessly unsteady and not quite sure if you truly want the answer. “How fucking long Logan..”

there’s bite to your tone but not in the way you’d like, it comes out less aggressive and more meek; unsure and utterly mortified

“long enough” Logan simply shrugs, notchulantly stepping forward into the expanse of your room, clicking the door shut behind him. “wasn’t exactly planning on dropping in, figured you were out.. but then I heard you from downstairs, called my name sounded desperate.. so I assumed something was wrong..” he trails off with a motion of his hands.

Shame swirls In your gut that you hadn’t only been thinking of him, but had fucking moaned out his name..and done so loud enough that (even without his hightend senses) he’d heard you.

“looks like i was the one wrong. Hadn't expected to come up here and see daddies little angel fuckin herself stupid on some plastic cock.”

“W-wasn’t, Logan i-“ it’s a futile defense, pointless really considering what you think he’s seen of you.

“You weren’t what hm? Weren't whimpering my name? Weren't splitting that pretty pussy open to the though of me, trying to make yourself feel good?" Logans hand laces with yours, as he bares down on the matress to sit, a calloused thumb ghosting over your knuckles in an attempt at comfort despite the mockery of his tone. "S’okay princess, don’t have to hide it”

heat spreads from the tips of your ears down your neck, darkening the already hot flush of your cheeks. “Logan I- I swear I didn’t mean-“

“Didnt mean what? To fuck yourself stupid or for me to catch you? Cause babydoll it looks like you failed at both”

A sound bubbles from your throat at that. shame, embarrassment, horror, arousal.. All knotting together in a potent mix deep in your stomach.

Your legs subconsciously close tighter under the thin sheet, a move that doesn't go unnoticed under logans perception.

its also a move that further jostles the dildo still tucked inside you, the blunt head prodding against a spot that has your eyes rolling before you can stop them.

You whimper a panicked little sound at the humiliation; at the lack of friction, the pleasure still festering in your gut. The words that fall so mockingly from logans lips.

He doesnt need his senses to feel the shameful arousal that radiates from your haistily hidden body and it has him huffing in amusement; whilst you scold yourself further for not removing the toy in your panic.

"Cmon, open up.. let me help" he murmurs, his large free hand grasping and pulling at the blanket covering you. It slips down further, covering only your waist- You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..

And yet, you do. You want- need- to cross it with carelessness; with arousal burning your skin inside out.

You let him slip the fabric down past your hips. Past your clenched thighs, your knees, ankles. Until it sits in a discarded heap at the end of your bed.

Its the cool air of the room paired with the feeling of his calloused palm snaking its way back up your left leg that rouses you. "B-but logan, my dad is-"

"-Is gone. work called." he interups, his fingers kneading at the soft skin of your outer thigh. "Trust me s’okay.. S' just us. Me 'n you babydoll."

And with that said, a small reassured nod shaking your frame, his large hands pry your legs appart. Your body shuffles with his following, right leg coming to sit over the broad expance of his shirt clad shoulder, the bed creaking under the weight.

A scratchy kiss is planted just above each of your knees, logans beard rubbing as he shifts with you, coming to rest between your thighs.

The sounds of your heavy breath is the only thing filling the room until logan groans, deep and loud at the sight of your bare pussy still stuffed full of the the toy. "Fuckin lookatcha, already drooling.. such a needy little thing”

You keen at the feeling of his heavy hands touching your body, one sitting heavy on your lower stomach and the other resting against the base of the toy, careful not to move it just yet. You can tell by the way hes looking at you he's taking in the sight of your slick stuffed cunt.

"Want ya to show me what feels good, how you like to be touched.. show me what you were doin before i caught you" his words are quiet, mumbled against your thigh, yet demanding as his eyes find yours for that extra confirmation.

Your head moves in a nod but he tuts disapproving at the action. "Words princess, need ya to use em okay?"

"Y-yeah.. okay"

Wordlessly your hands drift back to your top, slipping it back to rest just below your collar bones, nipples perky and sensitive. It draws an exhale from your body as one hand comes up to your mouth, spit covering two fingers as you suck at them.

Once sufficiently wet they slip back against your left nipple, slick and shiney as you circle teasingly at the bud while your free hand gropes at the flesh on the other side, before moving to mirror the movements on the right. this time palm fondling against the swell of the left.

Your eyes fall closed at the sensations, quiet sounds falling from your lips; steady yet shy. Logan simply watches on, silent and enamored with every move you make.

Then your hand drifts once more, down your tummy and over the hand of his resting there, your touch soft and warm.

Theres a breathy sigh as you wrap your fingers around his on the base of the dildo as you push and pull back and forth. Alternating between the feeling of the silicon balls deep and the tip sitting bearly inside until it slips out with a thoroughly wet pop.

It's this time however logan cant muffle his groans at the sight; of you dragging his hand with the toy cock up and down your dripping slit. It further hardens his own cock sitting behind the denim of his jeans.

Logan lets go under your grip, using it to push your legs open wider as you slide the toy back inside; maintaining a steady pace. palm hitting your swolen clit with the force of your own thrusts. It feels good, fucking yourself like this with his eyes hungrily on you. It has you whining and keening, small uh uh uhs the longer you play but its not enough, not really.

Not when logan is laying between your legs with the knowledge of how to really get you off.

"L-logan, please.. Cant.. Doesnt feel as good myself" you huff and whine sounding akin to a petulant child not getting what she wants.. But in a cruel way you find thats true; while you aren't anywhere near a child anymore, you aren't getting what you really want.

The heavy hand that rests on your tummy moves down, until Logan's thumb presses on the hood of your clit. He tugs the swollen flesh back carefully and then smirks. He spits and you gasp. Yet he makes no moves, just watches it dribble down.

It has the need burning inside of you igniting further and under his touch you find any past embarrassment dissipating.

So you plead again, feeble and quiet, almost defeated. "P-please do something.. Need you to do it." you beg for the smallest movements, for anything he's willing to give.

And to your surprise... He does just that. He gives. The hand that opened your legs moving to shove away the fingers that wrap around the end of the silicon. Its done with an indignant shush when you whine; the dildo once again moving back and forth against your gummy walls. "Shh shh, s'okay I'll do it, you wanna fuck a plastic cock you've gotta at least do it properly princess”

The room fills with wet plap, plap, plaps, as logan keeps his quickened pace. Thrusting the toy steady as his eyes watch each motion hungrily.

"F-feels good.." you mumble squeezing at the meat of your tits, a hand coming down your stomach until it wraps tight around his thick forearm. Your nails dig in and he grunts at the sting of the crescent shapes denting his marred skin, but his movements never faulter.

Your eyes flutter and roll once more at a full thrust. The blunted bulbous tip prodding experimentally at that one spot again; slick and sticky silicone balls pressed flush against your ass as your hips try to buck for friction.

“ooh, there. we. go." logan huffs against your trembling thigh atop his shoulder, punctuating his words with three rougher thrusts. plunging the silicone dildo so deep you swear you feel it in your belly. "that’s the spot huh baby”

"M-mhm.. Close" You mumble through quiet moans. nodding quickly, lip bitten beneath your teeth as the pleasure builds faster and faster. Theres a tremble in your legs that grows the longer your body keens; back arching and hips writhing.

A condecenting chuckle slips from logan, dark and deep as he somehow manages to plunge the dildo faster and harder inside you.

The force makes your body jolt up the bed and you dont know if your scrambling towards or away from whats happening between your thighs. But you do find yourself greatful as your head hits the soft pillows; It happens the very same moment logans thumb finally, finally begins circling the pulsing bud of your clit.

Mindlessly you cry out, fingers pressing harder into your breast and logans forearm. "S-so close.. pleasepleaseplease"

His thumb moves faster, the rough pad slick and wet as you throb beneath his touch. Your body writhes as you moan out obscenities, the pleasure filled coil in your belly twisting tighter with every second that passes.

"Need you to do it babydoll, need to see you make a mess f'me." he growls, commanding.

Moments later you do just that. You cum with a such a visceral sob of his name that it wracks the entirety of your body; head thrown to the pillows and back arched so high it almost looks painful. White hot pleasure running through your veins as your stomach muscles heave.

Yet logan doesnt stop, doesnt let up his movements with his thumb or the now soaking toy cock, thrusting it with loud lewd noises of your cunt as it coats creamy with your release.

He simply coos out concoctions of praise; versions of 'that's it, Atta girl' and 'look so pretty when you cum' with his head pressed against your trembling thigh. Eyes dark and watching the way your slickend holes greadily clench.

He's hard, painfully so, but he knows this is a sight that he'll dream about later; his own slick cock in hand in the confines of his bedroom.

Overstimulation quickly threads its way into what was once overwhelming pleasure, turning the shocks into sparks. You writhe and moan under his hands, begging desperately as your hips buck frantic. "L-logan.. Im done- f-fuck s' too much, too much!"

"Ah ah" he tuts. "Your done when i say your done, need'a see you gush one more time" your eyes roll at that, the stimulation and the way his chapped lips press the words into your pubic bone.

Your eyes screw shut, brows furrowed as you struggle though the pain that with each movement winds your belly tighter. By now tears stream down your cheeks, hands grasping tight to anywhere you can reach of him; To push him away or pull him closer you still dont know.

The rubbing of his thumb on your pulsing clit ceases monetarily at the broken sounds you make and for a second you think hes letting up, going easy on you.

However the feeling of his hot mouth wrapping around the sensitive bud changes your mind. You squeal, loud and panicked, eyes flying open as your legs desperately try to shut around his head.

"N-nno no no" desperate hiccuped sobs falling from you as he laps and sucks, dildo still pushing into you, drawing you to the very edge of the burning pleasure pain in your gut.

"Do it princess, fuckin do it. Know you wanna" he mumbles wetly into your weeping pussy, tongue flicking in quick back and forths.

Your hips thump at his nose, coating the greying in his beard as you cum again. It's filled with a pain that drives the feeling of orgasm higher. your scream is silent, mouth opening and closing in wordless 'o' motions, brain so clouded your words fail.

The motions of the his mouth and the dildo slow until Logan's pulling off you. The sensitivity drawing a whine from your throat, while the the creamy coated sight of the silicone makes him groan loudly as he throw it somewhere on the bed.

For a while you lie there completely boneless, panting as your legs continue to tremble with the aftershocks, logan still resting between your thighs cooing softly. Hardly noticing the way he shuffles his way up your body until his spit soaked lips find your forehead.

"Good girl.. My good girl, Did so good f'me babydoll" he murmers softly against your skin between kisses, a contrast to his previous domineering tone.

You feel him gather your frame into him, the buttons of his shirt pressing into your skin as he lifts you from the bed bridal style. You smile up at him gently, meeting his gaze as your lashes flutter sleepily. His scent comforting as you wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling your head deeper into his chest; trying to burrow your own space inside.

His quiet chuckle is felt before you hear it, rumbing deep from his lungs as he pulls you tigher to him; heading for the bathroom. "Cute babydoll.. Real cute"

you whine at that, an exhausted but happy little sound as he leans his head down to kiss your hair before mumbling "lets getcha cleaned up hm? Ill take care of the sheets"

people found out about your father’s sickness and tried to get him sell. logan would scare them away most of the time, telling them to fuck off, but then the stress of running the farm started to jeopardize his health even more. so, logan found your number stashed in your father’s office—your dad’s too stubborn and old school to get a cellphone—and gave you a call. you caught the next flight out.

the moment you stepped on the dirt paved roads, everything seemed to perk back up. especially your old man. but, when logan laid eyes on you, he was finally able to see what you really looked like, (your dad kept old photos of you in his office) and he was amazed. you were gorgeous, prettiest lil thing he’d ever seen.

those deep blue flare jeans you wore, hugged you tighter than a grandma during holidays. and he never thought he was an ass man till he seen yours and how it sat in your jeans. and don’t get him started on how you filled out your the cropped white beater—fuck he sounded like a perv. but, it’s been a long time since he thought about a woman like that; and you were everything and then some.

after greeting your dad and explaining to him why you were here, you finally met the mysterious man who called you—and let’s just say he caught your eyes too. he was handsome, the rugged look he adorned was incredibly sexy and the way he would look at you; had your panties wet every night. if someone would hear your thoughts right now, they’d call you weird and tell you that he was old enough to be your father—but thank goodness he was not.

—

“time for lunch boys!” you yelled out to the men hard at work, watching them throw down their things and separate—happy to finally stop working and chow down. you watched as logan sauntered over towards you, standing on the porch; waiting for him to join you for lunch. “hi logan.”

“hey princess, what’s for lunch?” you blushed at the nickname and walked with him to the kitchen, where you had practically went all out. you made a big ole southern meal. you loved cooking, it was your love language. and he loved the meals you’d make.

the two of you sat down and began passing around the various dishes of food you had made, before he sparked up a conversation. “your dad left today, right? what day did he say he’ll be back?” his eyes locked onto yours as he picked the chicken you made, munching on it while he spoke.

“yeah and he won’t be back until…next monday.” he nodded and smirked, tossing back some more of the home cooked food you made. “so then i got you all to myself then?” you nearly choked on your mashed potatoes, eyes wide when you saw him smirking. there was no denying that you heard him, loud and clear.

just as you were about to respond, the kitchen timer went off—signaling that it was time to go back to work. you pouted and he hurried up to scarf down the glass of water beside his food before getting up and leaning over to kiss your forehead, “later princess. I’ll be back tonight.” you watched him leave, heart heavy with love and your mind going crazy with what happened at the table.

you spent the next few hours at the front office, crunching numbers and overseeing where the next shipment of wood was going. the sun going down and slipping past the horizon, made the workers excited as they all wrapped up their work and lined up to clock out. you watched from the porch, as they scanned their manilla colored time cards in front of the clock and headed home.

logan was the last one and when he clocked out, he made his way over towards you. his flannel was torn to shreds and his beater that made his toned torso stick out, was covered in dirt; showing how hard his day went. but all in all, he was still sexy, even when covered in dirt.

“logan~” your voice mimicked a siren, trying to seduce a sailor in by the sexy tone of their voice, while your eyes were low and lidded. he could feel himself grown in his pants from the sound of your voice, his desire for you growing by the second.

“need sumn’, princess?” his voice made you melt and you pressed your thighs together. “shower’s free and i made your bed. ooh, there’s leftovers in the fridge if you’re still hungry!” you smiled at him, trying to suppress a moan when his natural scent hit your nostrils. the smell of woods, hours old cologne and hard work, had your panties wet.

he nodded his head, licking his lips as his eyes traveled down to your thick thighs that were no longer being hidden by denim—before fixtating them back onto your own. “might have to marry ya’ one day.” he commented, planting a kiss on your forehead, before stepping into the house.

letting out a moan, you bit your lip and accepted the tingling sensation that throbbed down below. oh you needed him bad.

logan enjoyed the shower’s hot steaming waters, easing the tension in his muscles and helping him clear his brain. well at least he tried to, his head was clouded with thoughts of you. his best friend’s daughter.

once he stepped out of the shower and put on something comfy, he went down to the kitchen hoping to find you there, however much to his dismay you weren’t. he opened the fridge and pulled out a beer. just as he was about to put it his lips, he heard you let out a distressed scream and he took off running.

he could see you in front of the barn doors being harassed by the men that came a month ago, whom tried to get your dad to sell his land. one had a grip on your hair while the other stood in front, taunting you. logan practically pounced on them and his claws unsheathed, slicing them men up.

you back away and watched as they fought, blood splattering everywhere—but that’s not what worried you. what made you worry was when both of the men began to overpower logan—you had to help him. you realized there were some tools in the barn and as you moved to get, you appeared inside in the blink of an eye; grabbing a shovel before appearing right behind the fighting men again.

your mind was pushing out a million thoughts about what just happened, but you didn’t have time to focus on them right now; you had to save him. you swung with all of your might, knocking the men across the field and off of logan. their bodies crashed into other, giving logan ample enough time to pounce on them and fuck them up.

“get in the barn!” he yelled out, slicing them to bits and pieces—and just like before, you appeared in the barn.

–—

you were in there for quite a while, pacing back and forth; wondering what the hell was going on out there. the sounds of his grunting and the slicing of their skin could no longer be heard. you didn’t care what happened to them, they deserved hell or worse, all you cared about was logan.

the doors to the barn creaked open and you eyed it, but you relaxed when you saw him stomping in. your eyes watered at his bloody torso and you sprinted over to him, engulfing him in a hug. “baby, i was so worried about you!”

that nickname rolled off your tongue and he caught it, pulling you back to look at your face. he held you by your chin, puffing up your cheeks, before kissing your soft plump lips—while you gladly accepted his. the kiss was hot and a little sloppy. and when he pulled away from you, a trail spit following.

“been wanting to do that for awhile now. go ahead and take those off, you won’t be needing them,” he tugged on the hem of your shorts and you obliged. you quickly stripped them off along with your sunset colored thong, a web of your essence following. you were beyond soaked and he knew the moment he appeared in the barn, he could smell it.

you sat on a nearby haystack, spreading your legs and your slick coated lips, rubbing your sensitive little love bud. “please logan, wan’ you so bad.”

the lust that had built up over time, had overflowed and erupted; causing a change within you. and he loved it.

he watched with a lust filled glint in his eyes, his cock growing in his sweatpants as he watched you play with your pretty pussy—his desire and longing for you growing by the second. “think you can handle it, princess?” he asked and you nodded, slipping a finger in your aching hole; a sweet mewl leaving your lips.

he then replaced his finger with his fat leaky tip, pressing it right at your entrance; causing you to clamp down on nothing. he grunted and pushed through, stretching you open bit by bit; making you gasp and tear prick at the corner of your eyes.

“ ‘s too big—fuck!” that was an understatement. logan was huge, thick even. he was painfully big, but that’s exactly what you wanted. to be fucked dumb by his big fat painful cock.

“i know baby, but you can take it. yeah? —atta girl” he coached, splitting your cunt open as he pushed through, his tips inches away from kissing your cervix. logan leaned down and kissed away your tears, his cock pressing deep inside of you. he wiggled his hips around, helping you get used to his size and pressing his thumb to your clit; causing you to shudder.

the more he rubbed and he moved, the less pain you felt—and soon you were taking him so well. his cock was coated in your slick, a ring of white started form around his base as he plunged in and out of your wetness. logan watched your tits bounce out of your top with lidded eyes and the animal in him couldn’t help it anymore. his claws unsheathed and wrapped your top open—shredding it completely and freeing your jiggly mounds.

“so fucking—pretty. fuck, my pretty girl taking me so well!” his praises had you gushing all over him, clamping down on him as you started to see specks of white. you had never had an orgasm like this nor have you ever came so quickly before. none of the boys in college made you cum like this. but, that was the difference between logan and them. they were boys and he was a man.

“please don’t stop. please~” you begged, pulling him close while your orgasm flowed out of you. he grunted in your ear and your cunt weeped at the noise, his hips never faltering. “wasn’t planning on it sweetheart.” he moved his head down and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, sucking on it like he was trying to pull milk from it.

you whined and bucked your hips up to match his thrusts, your clit pressing into him—adding more pleasure to your fucked out body.

you clung to him with each powerful thrust, his hips spanking your ass making a clapping sound erupt through the barn; accompanying your series of moans. your next orgasm approached by the minute, but this one felt different and you lowered your hips trying to back away.

“wait—wait, feels like m’gonna pee—“ but he didn’t budge, he stayed inside of your pussy—still drilling your cunt stilly—and let your nipple go with a pop; a web of saliva followed after him.

“just let go, trust me baby.” he smirked and gripped your hips, hazel eyes dancing over yours. you watched the dog tags around his neck jump with each pump, sending you straight to nirvana. your body shook as you let go, this orgasm different from your last; it was way more intense and you loved the feeling.

a clear stream of liquid splash out of you and onto his low stomach, pushing him out of you—drenching the hay bale beneath you. he slapped his cock onto your sensitive clit, coating himself in your essence.

when you finally calmed down, he leaned down and kissed your lips—hunger laced in it—his hips grinding against yours. and that’s when you realized something. he was still hard. you pulled away and looked at his swollen cock, shiny with your love. “baby, you didn’t get to cum?”

he pecked your lips some more, his tip now laying onto your belly, “just wanted to get you off first. see how pretty you looked when you came on my dick.”

you practically drooled at his words, eyes glued onto his girth that laid on your tummy—small hand fisting it, causing him to growl. “come sit your pretty ass down on my dick and ride me~”.

and that’s what you did for the next couple of minutes, riding him on the hay bale where he just made you squirt for the first time. webs of your messy fluids sticking to his thighs while you bounced and grinded on him—your boobs jiggling all in his face.

logan was losing himself under you, his cock twitching with each movement. he couldn’t wait anymore. he so desperately wanted to let go inside you. wanted to see your belly swollen in a few months with his kid and fuck another one right into you.

he gripped your ass, his hips bucking upwards, emptying ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of you—filling you to the brim with his seed.

you rolled your hips, teasing him while leaning down to kiss him—tongues melting on one another. you pulled away and bit your lip, eyeing him with desire. the way he made you feel had you wanting more and he felt the same way. “take me inside.”

—

the two of you laid on his navy blue sheets, in each other’s arms, after a few more rounds of lovemaking. you toyed with his dog tags while he stared at your pretty face, loving how you looked with the moon glowing on you.

“your dad would kill me if he came back and saw us like this.” he spoke and you looked at him and smiled—getting on top of him and laying down on his muscled body.

“nah, i don’t think so. he’ll know i'm in good hands. ill be with the guy he’s going to sell the farm to, after all.” one of his beautiful thick eyebrows raised in response and you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“read the official letter in his office, he wants to sell the farm to you. im all for it. keep you close so we can have a litter of mutant babies together—now that i am one~”.

now it was his turn to smile and kiss on you. he rubbed circles on your back and pecked more kisses to your plump lips, “you’d look so pretty having my kids, with a ring on your finger and my last name attached to yours. i could see us turning that barn into our house, waking up next to you every day…”

“you can see all of that? you sure the wolverine isn’t a clairvoyant?” you joked and he roared with laughter. you smiled at him, so happy and content with every. so happy that you had to tell him, “i love you.”

You jump, beer sloshing gracelessly down your front. You turn to him, glowering. He’s silhouetted from the hallway and you can’t make out his face. “Yep,” you tell him, “I just have an immaculate skincare routine. Keeps me youthful.”

“So you’re hiding inside… because?”

You shrug. “Just like time to myself.”

He nods, and then strides over. He takes a seat beside you.

“Who are you, exactly?” you frown, looking him up and down.

“You mind?” he asks, smirking as he wiggles the beer you didn’t realize he was holding and nods towards the bottle opener. The audacity.

You glare and grab the bottle opener. He holds his hand out for it, but you withdraw. 

“Logan,” he laughs, “Logan Howlett. I just moved in next door.”

“Oh,” you drop the bottle opener into his hand, remembering your dad’s words. Establish a good relationship. “Oh, yeah, my dad was really excited about the party. Hope you’re enjoying it.”

His eyebrows raise. “Your dad?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “Scott Summers.”

“No shit,” he frowns, “That guy sends a lot of emails.”

“That he does.”

Logan pops his bottle open. “Mind some company?”

“Long as you don’t mind watching Silence of the Lambs starting part way through.”

“Ohhhhh yeah, has he asked for a quid pro quo yet?”

“Aahh, a connoisseur,” you grin, “Yeah, just got past that part. I can rewind–”

“Nah,” he shrugs, “Let it play.”

You watch for a while in silence, but then start chatting again, swapping mundane questions. 

“So, Scott’s your dad, huh?” he asks, after a while.

“He sure is.”

“When he said he had a daughter, I guess I assumed someone younger.”

“Same skincare routine,” you deadpan.

He closes his eyes, holding back a laugh as he shakes his head. “Sorry, sorry. It’s none of my business.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh, “Yeah, he was still pretty young when I was born.”

“And what about…” he trails off, suddenly realizing tact may be appreciated.

“Dad’s a widower,” you explain simply.

Logan nods. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

You sit in silence for a moment, watching as Lecter is revealed to be wearing the guard’s face.

“How about you?” you ask, “You got a wife? Husband? Girlfriend? Partner?--”

He turns to look at you and you peter off. “Nope.” 

There’s something in the way he’s looking at you. You’re not sure if he’s being suggestive, or if you’re reading into things. Maybe it’s just the reflecting light making his eyes look more provocative than he intends.

Either way, you feel your heartbeat surge and your stomach flip.

You turn away and try to affect nonchalance, try not to be suddenly mesmerized by this unexpected plot twist that is Logan. The movie is wrapping up, Clarice taking Lecter’s call as he pursues Chilton. You try to focus on it, the score, the costumes– but instead you notice the way he smells, musky and a little sweaty. It’s nice. A little dizzying.

“What about you?” you ask.

“Hmm?”

"You have any kids?" you ask, and immediately wonder if you waited too long to carry on the conversation.

"Shit," he snorts and shakes his head, "I hope not."

It takes you off guard. You burst out laughing.

He huffs, lifting the beer to his lips to hide a smile.

The credits begin to roll over the ending scene. 

With the bottle drained, he pats his thighs and stands up. "Alright, kid," he says, "I probably shouldn’t hide in here any longer.”

“My dad appreciates it,” you tell him, “Don’t wanna give him a heart attack when his guest of honor is nowhere to be found, soon to be discovered with his delinquent daughter.”

He picks up his empty and shakes his head, heading back outside. He calls back, “Oh, you’re trouble.”

Now that you’ve met him, you can’t get him out of your mind. 

When you see him again, a couple days later in daylight this time, you have to pick your jaw up off the ground. He’s taller than you realize, and he’s fucking built. And fuck, he’s handsome too. When he sees you, he waves a hand. “Hey Trouble,” he calls, “Keepin’ your nose clean?”

Weeks pass, and, much to your delight (and, admittedly, despair), your dad and Logan become close. 

Sundays become your favorite day. Sunday, you discover, is the day you can see Logan through your window, chopping a seemingly endless stack of firewood. 

One time, he catches you watching. To your utter shock, he winks at you. Knowing your eyes are on him, he lifts the hem of his beater to wipe his brow, and shoots you a shit-eating grin.

You had plans but that doesn’t matter now. All you can do is shove your hand into your panties and rub circles around your throbbing little clit until you cum with a muffled sigh, knowing he’s outside. Knowing there’s not more than a fence and a few feet between you.

Almost every night, his fire pit is alight and you see him reading, or strumming his guitar, or fucking whittling, serene in the smouldering glow, till the fire burns out and the night turns too cool to enjoy.

As the weeks pass, he’s at your house more and more. You wish your heart would stop doing flips whenever you see him on the sofa next to your dad, beer in hand, laughing at some story that’s being recounted.

He says hello to you each time he sees you, and always asks after you when you’re out.

“Oh, Logan says hi,” your dad will say over his morning toast, “Why does he call you Trouble? Tell me you haven’t been besmirching the Summers name?”

“Nah,” you grin, “Just the littlest besmirchment, at worst.”

His eyes narrow.

“C’mon, now, we want to-”

“Establish a good relationship!” you finish, grinning at the way he scowls.

“Smartass.”

“Hey, Trouble,” he’ll greet you, whenever you find him at your home.

“Hey neighbor.”

“You bein’ good?” he’ll ask.

“‘Course not,” you’ll wink, “Where’s the fun in that?”

You love that he calls you Trouble. That he has a name, just for you. It feels like it could almost be something, and so it’s almost enough. 

Before long, what you’d once feared was a one-sided attraction begins to morph into something different. 

It’s a Saturday, and you decide to wear a cute little dress. It’s a flowy thing that hugs all your curves in the very best way, hem barely falling past the curve of your ass.

Your dad just popped out for another six-pack, and you’re in the kitchen, making pasta salad. With your father gone, Logan isn’t subtle in the way he looks at you. You delight in how his eyes linger at the curve of your hip, the swell of your chest. It feels like a victory, the way he grits his jaw a little when you lean forward, cleavage on full display.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ wearing a naughty little dress like that?” Logan asks, scowling.

You raise an eyebrow and try not to let the way your heart starts to flutter affect you. “Thought you’d figured it out on day one – I’m trouble.”

He looks you up and down, his gaze lascivious. It’s the boldness of it. The two of you are alone, and you both know it.

“I think you like it,” you narrow your eyes.

He’s silent for a long moment. Then he lets out a deep breath. 

“God help me, I do.”

“Why don’t you do something about it?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but then you both hear the latch, and the front door swings open.

Logan sits back, pretending as though nothing just happened.

You turn back to your salad.

You can see Logan in the sitting room, right in your line of sight. Your dad sits across from him, his back towards you. 

If you’re honest, you’re not sure exactly what compels you. 

You turn to face Logan, wave for him to catch your eye. He does, quickly, immediately attuned to you. Your dad doesn’t notice the way his eyes follow you. You hold a finger to your lips. His eyes dart between you and your dad, and he tries to focus on whatever his friend is saying to him. 

Slowly, you slip one strap down, and then the other. You can hear Logan’s breath hitch, which he covers almost believably with a gulp of his beer. Shimmying the bodice just a little, you expose your cleavage to near-dangerous depths. He’s grinding his teeth now, and it feels like victory.

Quickly, silently, you slip your top all the way down, exposing your breasts to the cool kitchen air. Your nipples, already hard, tighten. Logan is holding his can so tightly he’s crushing it in his fist. 

“You okay, buddy?” you hear your dad say, and you can practically hear the frown in his voice. In a couple of quick movements, you slip your top back up and turn back to your salad.

“Huh?” Logan asks quickly, and then looks at his beer. “Oh, shit–!” he grumbles, relaxing his grip gingerly.

It’s not till an hour later that your dad stands up and announces, “I’ll be right back, gonna hit the head.”

When he’s gone, Logan bolts up and marches over to you.

“Are you out of your damn mind?” he demands.

You shrug and, not so subtly, glance down at his crotch. You smirk at the way the front is tenting. Logan stares daggers as he adjusts himself, better hiding his hard-on.

“Some of you seems to like it,” you point out.

“Out here? With him here? You want your daddy to kill me?”

“No,” you promise, “No, I just want you to fuck me.”

“Jesus Christ you’re trouble–”

You both hear a toilet flush, and, moments later, footsteps descend on the stairs.

Logan adjusts himself again, and you blow him a kiss as he tromps back to his seat.

It’s a week before you see Logan again. He’s working late this week, apparently. Or maybe he’s just keeping his distance from you.

On Friday night, you debate going out. It’s been a while, and you could use a chance to unwind. But drinks are expensive, and– and you see a fire out your window. Logan sits out by his fire pit.

Without thinking, you put on your shoes.

It’s late, but not too late. Your dad’s on his recliner, game on TV, newspaper in hand.

“You headin’ out, kiddo?” he asks.

“Yep,” you lie, “Meeting a couple friends downtown. They’re picking me up!”

“Stay safe,” he calls after you, “Call me if you need a ride.”

“I will,” you tell him. “Don’t know if I’ll be home tonight. Don’t wait up for me!”

You head out of the house and through your neighbor’s gate. 

Logan is golden, illuminated in the glow of the flames. He’s whittling something, angrily.

You realize then that your entrance has been near-silent on the soft grass. “Uh,” you clear you throat and knock on his fence as you approach him. “Hey, there, neighbor!”

Logan looks up and frowns when he sees you.

“You are makin’ me crazy, Trouble.” he huffs.

“Like, in a good way?” you ask.

He glares at you.

You come closer. “Can I sit?”

Logan budges up, putting down his whittling tools.

“So…” you venture “Am I more trouble than I’m worth?”

Logan scoffs.

“Nah.” he concedes, “I just don’t wanna make things complicated.”

You shrug. “They’re already complicated. You’ve seen my tits.”

He huffs out a laugh. “Goddammit, Trouble. I can’t get you out of my head.”

“They’re great tits,” you shrug.

“They are great tits.” Logan agrees.

The fire is crackling and the night is clear, stars hanging above you. You've been sitting side by side, quiet.

You don’t know what to say. Maybe there isn't anything to say. You’ve been patient, dammit. You just need to leap.

You pull him towards you and he moves without resistance.

He growls into your mouth, a needy animal sound. The scruff of his beard feels nice against your chin and you’re dizzy with his proximity, with his lips on yours.

After an eternity in the space of a single moment, you pull apart.

Logan stares at you, overwhelmed. His eyes are dark, his kiss-glistened lips catching the light as the fire dances. 

He presses the pads of his fingertips against his lips in the aftermath, as though either trying to capture the feeling, or banish it from memory.

Then, after a long moment, he’s on you. His hands grip you, grasp you, trace the shape of your body as though memorizing it by touch alone. 

“Inside. Now.” he growls, “Out here you’re askin’ for your daddy to catch us.”

You’re barely through the door before Logan is tugging at your clothes. You help him pull your top above your head, and you fumble with the button of your jeans as he unhooks his belt and yanks off his beater.

In a matter of moments, you’re both fully bare. His skin is hot against yours as he holds you to him, caging you against the door as he drags his teeth along your shoulder. His hard cock hangs against your thigh, heavy and thick and leaking.

Your clothes trail from the front door to his sofa. You don’t make it any further than that.

You’re a ticking time bomb, a siren, pulling him in, driving him wild. He wants and wants and wants, more than he ever knew he could. So much could be ruined; his friendship with your dad, the scrap of reputation he’s been building, his new life in this new place—

But now his want has turned into a need, and feeling you soft and pliant and oh so willing against him, he’d be a fool to turn back now.

Logan’s gropes at you, fingernails digging into the swell of your ass before cupping your pussy in one large palm. Rubbing up and down your cunt, he smears your wetness around.

“You’re fucking dripping,” he gasps. “Prettiest pussy I’ve seen.” 

Then he dips a finger into you and you groan and clench around it. He fucks you with it, deep, gentle strokes. He wasn’t wrong. As he fucks you with his finger, you feel how unbelievably wet you are. When he pulls back for a moment, you can see his hand is glistening with you, drips going all the way to his wrist.

“I can take more,” you promise, and he growls. 

“Can’t say shit like that,” he pants, “You’re sure you can take more. Can you take me? Don’t wanna hurt–”

“I can take you,” you assure him. If you’re honest, you don’t know if you can. What you do know is that you’re sure as fuck gonna try.

“How do you want me?” he asks, fighting to maintain the last shreds of his self-control.

Ever the masochist, “Want you on top of me, my ankles round your shoulders. Need you deep.”

“Gonna fuckin’ kill me.”

You lay back as he positions himself between your thighs. He presses a kiss to your left thigh before he hikes it over his right shoulder, and a kiss to your right calf, folding you in half.

He strokes the dripping head of his cock against your folds.

“You ready?” he asks, and you whine in desperation, nodding a yes.

He presses in, notching the tip inside. You groan at the sensation, relaxing into it as he rocks his hips gently.

“Doin’ so good,” he praises, “I know, baby, it’s a lot.”

You writhe and moan. It is a lot, but you still want more. More of his cock, of his hands on your body, of his praise.

“Taking it so well,” he soothes, letting his cock slide that little bit deeper inside, pulling most of the way out and driving back in, pressing whispers in your ear as he fucks into you.

When his pelvis is pressed flush against you, he lets out a sigh. 

“Look at that,” he huffs, “Takin’ all of me.”

You look down and watch enraptured as he pulls out and presses back in, deeper than you ever imagined, and rolls his hips, coarse hair grinding against your clit and making you howl.

”Keep making those pretty noises for me, honey.”

”Need more-“ you beg.

He starts rocking his hips, building a solid rhythm. His strokes are deep and devastating, and with every thrust you can feel your wetness start to flood down your thighs and cream around the base of his cock.

The wetter you get, the harder he fucks into you, each plunge punctuated with your cries, of “Yes!”, “More—“, “Please, Logan, please—“

Generous to a fault, he gives you everything you beg for.

The frustration of these longing, pent-up weeks is almost a forgotten memory. As you build towards the peak of your pleasure, the man above you is an animal. He grunts and pants and fucks you deeper than you knew possible. Your whines and cries and demands taper off, replaced by soft moans that start to swell as he litters your collarbone with kisses and rubs a calloused thumb against your clit.

”I’m—“ you warn, struggling to form words, “I’m gonna—“

 “‘M close too,” he grunts, “Give it to me, baby, need to feel you— Please, baby—“

With his words and a firm press to your clit, you come with a sob, cunt squeezing around him in pulsing contractions.

He fucks you through it, muttering a steady stream of filth the whole time. “That’s it, that’s it, fuck you’re gushing, soaking this cock. You feel so fucking good, tight little thing stretched so nice around me, taking it all like you’re made for it—”

Before you can even get over the first climax, the second starts to build. Logan can feel the way your pussy twitches for him, the way your breath shudders as he drives into you with staggering thrusts.

”Gonna cum again, aren’t you?” He growls. “Good-“ a thrust, “fucking—“, thrust, “girl—“ thrust, “Just can’t get enough of this cock, can you?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a cry as another orgasm overtakes you.

"That’s it,” the praises, still punctuating every word with a thrust, “That’s it! Let yourself feel it, let yourself feel good—"

You do, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. It’s overwhelming, the way it tears through you with no end in sight.

When he finally pulls out of you, you start to come back to yourself, your life-changing orgasm starting to wane.

He’s beautiful above you, covered in sweat, your wetness dripping down his thighs as he strokes his creamy cock.

With a groan, he comes on your stomach. You wrap your hand around his, stroking him gently till every drop is spent.

You make room for him on the sofa, uncaring that both of you are covered in sweat and fluids, and pull him down to rest in your arms.

"Fuck—" he exhales, and finally turns to face you again.

You stroke your fingers through your mussed hair.

"I knew you were trouble,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your sternum.

There are so many things you’ll need to talk about, to work through. You are neighbors, after all, and you can’t do something like this without there being an aftermath.

But whatever is next can wait till morning.

Gently, he pulls himself up, and you with him. Holding each other close, you head to his bedroom. Without a word, you lay together, curled up in one another’s embrace.

He’s silent a long moment before speaking. "Is your daddy expecting you home tonight?” He asks. Neither of you want to think about that.

But thankfully, “No,” you tell him. “Told him not to wait up.”

"Oh, optimistic, were we?” He teases, and you look him up and down. His broad shoulders, sculpted chest, dark eyes, rumpled hair. This man you’ve grown so very fond of. 

“Yes,” you smile. “Yes, we are.”