Patreon Compilation – Fic#275 – Logan/fem!Builder – My Time At Sandrock – size difference/size kink; little bit of femdom – Let Me Have This (Patreon)

Logan/fem!Builder – Logan is head over heels for the new Builder but has no idea how to approach the whole situation... so he just kind of stalks her a little?

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Everybody believes Logan to be a criminal… and quite honestly at the moment he feels like one, too. It’s not right to creep after the Builder as much as he has in the past few days. He is reasonably sure that she has no idea he’s even there.

Hell it’s not the first time he’s fancied someone, but he feels completely out of his depth here. How should he even approach her after everything the other people have told her about him?

Though… it’s not like she’s ever let him feel it. She’s always been nothing but perfectly pleasant. And then there has been that little ride on Rambo and…

Logan sucks on his teeth. He can still feel her lips on his. When he thinks about it, his heart still skips a beat with excitement.

He feels like a damn kid again, it’s ridiculous.

Builder turns around and Logan’s breath comes to a sudden halt as he quickly ducks around behind the main building of her workshop. He swallows thickly. Did she see him?

That would for sure be awkward…

He glances toward Rambo who is standing just a couple feet away in the shadow, grazing and not paying any attention to the idiotic antics of his master.

When he turns his head back into the other direction, he is met by the face of the Builder, peeking around the corner and looking up at him with a confused but not hostile smile.

“...Damn.” Logan slaps a palm over his face, then squeezes the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “That wasn’t how it was supposed to go down.”

“Oh? And how was it supposed to go down?” Builder asks with clear amusement in her voice. She slips further around the corner, hiding with Logan behind her workshop as if she, too, was doing something highly questionable. She leans against the building next to him. She’s so short, her head barely reaches his shoulder and the sight makes him want to go feral.

He clears his throat and looks down on the ground and his dusty boots. “Well uh… that’s kinda hard to explain.”

She sounds like she’s having to hold back laughter as she replies: “That’s what I thought. At least now I know where you’ve been the past… days? I’ve been keeping an eye out for you. Didn’t think to look behind me.”

“Ah, well, you see…” Logan can feel his heart sinking the more he thinks about how weird and creepy he’s been, but his train of thought is interrupted by the feeling of a hand gently sneaking into his palm, fingers weaving in with his. He opens his mouth, then closes it again without saying anything. He lifts his arm and stares at their hands together before getting unreasonably shy and tipping his hat to hide most of his face behind his brim. “...Hell…” he mutters.

Builder just chuckles. She’s much more forward than Logan would have thought but then again… she’s got a helluva lot personality packed into such a short body.

He looks up when he feels a pull on his arm, staring at Builder as she takes a few steps away from the workshop to then start lowering herself into the grass and take Logan with her.

He stumbles, unsure where she wants him to go, but she takes the lead there as well, grabbing him by the hips as soon as possible to help guide him into a kneeling position above her.

“Hell,” he whispers again breathlessly.

Builder chuckles. She reaches up and grabs his hat to pull it off and gently put it to the side. She then hooks her fingers into the front of Logan’s shirt and pulls him down so they can kiss.

.o.

Rambo had sounded wholly unimpressed when he’d noticed what they were up to and wandered quite a bit to the side to not be in their immediate vicinity as clothes get discarded and kisses become sloppier and needier.

Logan feels like an absolute brute, kneeling over the Builder and completely covering her with his body. An ogre trying to play gentle with a fairy.

Her hands are all over his torso, dragging across his muscles. She so desperately wants him to touch her, she grabs one of his hands and puts it on her left breast. He can feel the excited peak of her nipple pressing into his palm. Her eyes are big and wild.

“Go on… go on,” she eggs him on as if he isn’t twice her damn size and could absolutely wreck that delicious little peach of her’s with his ruddy big dick. He swallows thickly, hand moving as if in a daze, thumb dragging back and forth across her sensitive peak. It seems to placate the Builder a bit at least. The little sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat sound so very appreciative of everything Logan does.

Like it’s been so very long that she got it on with a fellow. It probably has… he wouldn’t know who she shacked up with since coming to Sandrock. He gently plucks on her nipple, then leans down and suckles it into his warm mouth.

Her thighs immediately fall open for him, before she wraps her arms and legs around his body, trying to urge him into her swollen pussy without any preparation. He tries to shake his head despite the needy kisses she keep giving him the moment he lifts his head from her pretty little tits, sucking on his tongue and making it just extra hard to concentrate.

“Come on,” he whines softly. “Jus’ lemme… like… I can-” He reaches between their bodies, watching her eyes as he slides fingers through the curls on her mound, then dips them into her slippery gash. Logan can watch her pupils blow wide with excitement. It’s so difficult to maneuver, though, when she is hanging on to him like a limpet.

There’s just so much power contained in that little body of her’s-

He slips her two fingers simultaneously and she groans low and throaty, loosening her grip on him just enough to give him at least a bit of room to work with. Her insides are hotter than the Sandrock sun and silky soft against his rough fingers.

Once again feeling like an absolute brute, Logan tries to slow down, dragging his fingers out of Builder’s slippery peach and using the copious amounts of slick he pulls out of her to slide up and round her swollen pearl.

Her hips jerk upwards into him, knees pressing into his waist like she wants to urge him to go faster.

“Give it to me,” Builder rasps, her voice throaty and eyes wild. Wilder than Logan could ever be.

He opens his mouth, intent on trying to calm her down, to make her see reason… but she knows exactly what he’s going to say and cuts him off by quite simply reaching down and wrapping a hand around his cock in a stranglehold. Logan hisses through his teeth, hips automatically hunching down to helplessly follow the pull of Builder’s cruel little hand.

“Give. It. To. Me,” she demands, her eyes so very bright, a flush crawling from her throat down into her chest. Her tits are trembling with every jerky motion of her ribcage. Logan can’t help but stare at them. Wondering how it would feel to put his head on them every night as they go to sleep together…

Builder guides his big, fat glans toward her pussy, dragging it through her gash a couple times, ostensibly to feel the sheer heat radiating off of him – or maybe to slick upm up just enough to make the entry a little less excruciating.

And oh, is it excruciating… though not in the way that Logan had feared it would be. She opens up like a dream for him, that tender little hole stretching… and stretching… and stretching… until his glans finally pops into her, leaving them both buzzing with sensation.

Builder lets go of his cock then, allowing him to take things at his own pace and… well… he can’t help but go slow, alright? Not when she’s so tiny beneath him and her voice sounds so soft and breathy as she moans for him.

He can’t take his eyes off of her as he rocks his hips, nudging deeper and deeper into the liquid heat of her body. Slowly… so slowly… he doesn’t dare fuck her, but he does softly give her a few inches of cock at a time; a soft back-and-forth that soon has her cross-eyed and her muscles trembling in a fierce chokehold around his dick.

Logan can’t believe this is happening. He can not wrap his head around it. He has to curl his back so he can press his forehead against hers while he dicks her nice and soft and slow, pushing her – and himself – higher and higher.

Builder has been so wild at first, he would imagine her to yowl like a bobcat once she got her release… but instead she just sighs and hugs him and pulsates around him like a goddamn dream.

Oh, he has it so bad for her.