logan howlett imagines/short stories

FERAL LOGAN

Belongs to girlkisser13

Requestd by anonymous:
Imagine Logan with that pheromone perfume stuff- he would go FERAL over it. (PLEASE- I NEED THIS 😭💕)

a/n: i imagine he'd go a little feral, but not like... immediately? it would start with him planting himself by your side, hands on your waist or hips as you work or go about your day. after a while, he starts pressing his nose to your throat or hair more frequently, his arms constricting further around you as he inhales your scent. the longer he's around your scent, the less concerned he is about the fact that the two of you are in public as he gets bolder and bolder with his touch.
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logan's tongue is rough against the folds of your pussy. he laps at you like a deprived man, a depraved one. you've already lost count of the amount of times you've cum under his skillful tongue; all you know is that it's starting to hurt, painful pleasure spreading through your entire body. he has you up against the wall of a public restroom.

"logan," you whimper out. he doesn't even pause to pull back, only flicks his eyes up so you're forced to stare down at the way he lewdly forces your legs wider, pushes his tongue in deeper to draw out more of your slick. "logan, please."

his answer is a deep growl. the vibrations from his voice make you throw your head back, body seizing up and almost cumming once again. "i can't anymore," you whisper. he gives a harsh nip to your inner thigh that makes you flinch. "please. i can't- i really-"

"yes you can," it's the first you've heard him speak for a while, voice roughened and deep. he pulls you down and pins you to the wall. the coldnesses a rough contrast to the heat that is radiating off of your skin. he smothers his nose into your neck, nipping and licking once again as saliva dripps from his teeth. "fuck, darlin, you smell so fucking delicious."

"it's the perfume," you admit shamefully as he stares you down with his lazy yet sharp gaze. your voice shrinks, coming out meekly, "i can't take anymore. p-please?"

he lets out a slight laugh, mocking almost. but it's the most sympathy you've garnered from him all night. "no way in hell. you think it was the perfume that did this to me?", he grinds his hard cock against you. a moan is drawn out from your lips; it makes his eyes flash, feral. "it's your scent. your scent is the one driving me up the wall. so unless you get it under control right now, shut up and spread your legs."

his head dips once again as his tongue swirls around your clit, lapping up all the slick that's there. you throw your head back as you shrieking his name as he takes and takes and takes.