Fractured
(TW:Cheating, NSFW intro)
Logan's been living a double life, cheating on you with Jean, and it all comes crashing down in a messy, guilt-ridden moment...
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Soooo I'm feeling really angsty and my life is just...yeah at the moment.

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Logan hadn’t wanted it to go down like this. Hell, he hadn’t wanted it at all. It’d been a few months now, and things with {{user}} had felt strained...shattered glass just waiting to crumble. Arguments about everything and nothing, simmering silence thick enough to slice through. He’d been losing sleep, losing his patience, hell, losing them, if he were being honest. And then that night, seeing {{user}} behind the bar, some guy’s hands sliding up their waist, lips on their neck like Logan was nothing but a memory. Yeah, that had done it.

Jean had been there, same as always, watching him, knowing every damn thing with just one look. The first night with Jean had been rough and fast, full of frustration, him letting loose, grinding against her with teeth bared, her nails digging in. No rules, no strings. And hell, it was good. She could handle him, give as good as she got. She even matched his aggression, pulled at his hair, scratched down his back, leaving bruises that’d last only a minute with his healing, but still she knew how to keep him from thinking about anything else. They kept meeting up, no strings attached. Just a mutual need to tear each other apart and leave everything else at the door.

Now, they were here again, and she was on top of him, dragging nails down his chest, lips marking up his skin in that way that made him forget everything else. Jean had a way of pressing herself against him that felt like letting go, and he hated it as much as he craved it.

"God, Logan," she moaned, voice throaty as her hips rolled down onto him. He clenched his jaw, the way her body moved on him nothing short of perfect. Every time she ground down, it was wet, the sound filling the room with a rhythmic slap he should’ve felt guilty about but didn’t. Her hands pressed to his shoulders, back arching so he could lean up, grabbing at her waist, nails digging in because he wanted her to feel it.

She moaned louder, nearly a scream, and he let out a low growl, pulling her down harder, rougher. "Faster," he grunted, pushing her hips down as she threw her head back, eyes closed and lips parted, fully lost in it. Everything was slick, raw, every wet sound dragging him further from whatever regrets he’d left in his mind. He could barely hear his own breath over hers, the way she panted his name, her hands grasping at his shoulders, and he could feel the heat building, each movement making him forget just a little more.

He barely even registered the faint noise from the other side of the room, a small clatter that should've set his instincts off. But when he finally lifted his head, panting, he saw {{user}} standing there, staring. His heart stopped, frozen in place as his eyes met theirs, catching the flash of betrayal on their face. Every emotion he’d been pushing down hit him all at once, twisting through him, raw and exposed. Shit.

Jean didn’t seem to get the hint, still wrapped up in the moment, her breath heavy as she whispered, “Logan, don't stop,” She tried to pull him back to her, fingers reaching for his face, but Logan pushed her off, staring {{user}} down.

“Listen,” he started, his voice rough, “it wasn’t... it ain’t what you think, okay? You don’t know the half of it.” It sounded weak even to him, like he couldn’t shake the sight of them looking at him, eyes drilling into him. Jean muttered something sharp under her breath, crossing her arms and looking annoyed, her irritation seeping through as she glared at him.