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analogical smut

daddy!logan helps babyboy!virgil learn some french with some... unconventional methods

tw: implied body dysmorphia

word count: 1312

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my composition book lay empty on my desk while my head lay in my hands. i tried my hardest to remember the words that i'd been taught mere hours previously but every time they burst into my mind they would be gone moments later and i couldn't handle it anymore. a frustrated groan blew from my lips and some tears threatened to slip from my eyes.

i was ready to give up until a pair of hands gripped my shoulders and began massaging into them. i immediately relaxed into the feeling and pulled my head back to see his eyes staring into mine. he leant down to give me a kiss before twisting my chair around to face him and picking me up only to seat himself in my chair with me in his lap. we spun back to my desk to hopefully continue my work.

"how far did you get?" logan murmured against my neck.

i hummed, squirming on his lap at the question and knowing that if i said either option it wouldn't end well. i reached behind me, shut the book and handed it over to my boyfriend. he flicked through the blank pages, his face dropped at the sight and he breathed a disappointed sigh once he finished.

"what's this, baby? i thought i told you to write everything you could remember."

"i didn't remember anything..." i mumbled, tracing pictures into his shoulder with my finger.

"baby, i only taught you these words a few hours ago. are you just not smart enough, love?"

"m just forgetful, logie," i replied, nuzzling my face into his neck.

"i'll have to make sure you don't forget then, kitty," he teased into my ear.

he moved me to sit on the chair while he stood behind me, his right hand working over the torso he could reach before leaning over me to place the book back onto the table and flicking over to the first page. he ordered me to write the date at the top and then a few seemingly random words in english but i was sure that he had some sort of plan with them.

"now, baby," he started, only now making me realise that he'd knelt beside me and was unbuckling my belt to reveal my dark blue and black boxers, "how about you try to translate those words and if you get it wrong then i'll give you a mini punishment?"

i giggled at the word 'mini' since he only used it to put me in subspace. it always worked, of course, and i became putty in his hands. he managed to pull my dick from its restraints and started to drag his hand over it.

"you can start, baby," he joked, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.

"um- okay- uh- 'i love' is 'j'adore'."

"good boy."

i whined at the praise and moaned when he started flicking his wrist faster. i tried to start the next phrase but all that escaped my lips were short, quick moans that interrupted me every time i even attempted the first word. i could hear him chuckling beside me before a soft slap was delivered to my lower stomach and making me yelp lightly.

"go on, baby."

"okay... um- 'p-patton's dog' is 'le chien de patton'."

"well done. next?" he anticipated.

"i- daddy..." i whined out, gripping the armrests on the office chair.

"come on, baby. just two more and then we can have a little more fun."

i tried multiple more times but was pained by the growing sensation in my abdomen. he slapped my stomach again, making my head throw itself back and the feeling within me burn stronger than before. logan always knew what he was doing when it came to playing with me so as soon as his mouth touched my dick i knew that i would have to continue with the translations before i could receive my sweet relief.

"next is- um- 'good evening' is 'bonsoir'," i continued yet this time i didn't get any more praise but he instead started bobbing his head even faster. i brought my fist to sit between my teeth to stifle the cries threatening to expose our behaviours to the others.

"and- and fin- finally, 'goodnight' is 'bonne nuit'," i finished, sighing out my tension until the cold air attacked my dick once more and made me whine at the loss.

"oh come on, baby, can't have you finishing here, can we?" he taunted.

he made me move over to my bed, the black sheets wrapped around me and his body collapsed beside me, making both of us snicker at the sudden fabric over us. he calmed himself to stare into my eyes, knowing how needy i felt but still leaning in for a slow kiss and undoing his tie as we made out on the bed. i reached up to start unbuttoning his shirt and drag it off of his shoulder before he pulled away from me to finish taking it off and hang it over the footboard.

"more, daddy!" i cooed.

"shh, baby. i'm getting to it," he assured.

i huffed as he slowly moved down my body; planting kisses on my cheek then my jaw, neck and collarbone. i never like taking my shirt off completely so he simply dragged it up my pale skin slightly to allow himself to plant pecks over my stomach and travel further down and down and down until the waistband of my underwear were between his teeth and his fingers assisting him in dragging them down my legs. he shuffled them off of my ankles and then placed them next to the bedside cabinet.

i screamed a breath that vaguely resembled the word 'please' and continued doing so until a pair of lips curled around me once more. i laced my fingers in his hair and watched as my shaft disappeared into his mouth before reappearing a few moments later and a tongue warping around my tip and dipping into the slit. a cry escaped my mouth and my hand slapped over it, trying to stop the noises from escaping me.

soon enough, my long moans became short whines and breathy whimpers that warned him of my imminent release. he pulled off and began tugging at my member to bring me closer and closer to my climax and pushing my shirt further up my chest until it was almost at my neck to make sure that my clothes didn't get ruined.

"go on, sweetie, let it all out," he insisted.

i moaned out at the words before i painted my torso in streaks of white and whimpered once the knot in my stomach had disappeared. logan brought himself up to lay next to me, panting after choking on me for the last few minutes. my eyes were trying to flutter shut but i couldn't let them before logan had gotten the release he needed.

"i know what you're going to say, baby. it'll die down. let's just clean you up, get you into some new pyjamas and then lets go to bed. is that okay, kitten?"

i was going to argue but decided against it once a yawn escaped me and blew into my boyfriend's face, making him yawn directly afterward. we hoped that no one had overheard us but at the same time we didn't have the energy to care until after we cleaned up, got changed and fell onto my bed.

i kissed him again, enjoying the taste of him on my lips. he smirked at me before placing many more kisses all over my face and making me chortle at his actions. we laughed our way into a frenzy until we fell asleep to each other whispering sweet nothings except for our day's final words:

"i love you, babyboy."

"i love you too, daddy."