MAKE A MESS || JOHN LOGAN
John Logan x female reader
summary: She prefers not to waste any frosting and has a rather spontaneous proposal on giving John Logan a BJ that will involve frosting, only thing is he doesn't fancy this idea. That is until he puts more thought into it.
The only light that was illuminating the streets was the street lamps when she stepped out of her vehicle, harsh winds whipping her hair onto her face, resulting her hair to stick onto her lips from the vanilla lipgloss she applied moments ago, as owls continued to hoot from a nearby lamp pole.
She strolled toward the passenger side of her vehicle to grab a bakery box, a reminder of this afternoon's culinary class and the tension in their teaching kitchen.
The change of their instructors attitude towards her once he had neared her table making her shrink. This was the most brutal feeling to experience in the kitchen.
It still made her physically sick thinking about it. So, as she shut the passenger side door of her vehicle, both hands now grasping onto the bakery box, strolling down to the boys hockey house in hopes John Logan is around to uplift her mood.
Before she could knock, the door swung open, bewildering her, "Hey there, pretty girl." An all familiar voice greeted her, almost making her knees buckle.
"Hey there, handsome." She greeted him back, quickly stepping into his home, reaching up to place him a gentle kiss on his cheek, stains of her lipgloss now on his cheek that left his face turning red.
"So, where's everyone else?" She noticed the silence, but the mess in the kitchen and living room was very much there. Of course, what do you expect from a bunch of college men to be clean freaks, "I brought pastries and want constructive feedback." She remarked, placing the bakery box on the kitchen island.
Logan who trailed behind her easily spoke,
"Garrett's with Hannah. Dean is who knows where and I actually haven't seen Tucker around lately." He scratched the back of his neck.
"Oh..." She let his words sink, before she ends up getting more sidetracked, "Would you want to give my pastries a try? I need feedback." Her eyes softened, pleading for another persons opinion.
"'d love to." Logan happily complied.
The immediate smile that broke out of her face just made his own knees buckle, especially when he could see her dimples form from her excitement.
His eyes immediately widening, trying the cupcake made her heart sink, "It's bad, isn't it?
I knew it." She anxiously expressed, her hands already shaking that made him place the cupcake onto the kitchen island to hold her hands in his.
"That was the best cupcake ever. I'm sorry I gave you the impression it wasn't." The warmth of his hands made her feel warm inside, "I may need you to make me more." He reassured her, his lips turning into a gentle smile.
"You're not lying to make teel better about myself?" She questioned him, "Chef tried my cupcake and spat it out in front of everyone, so embarrassing. I just needed to know from someone else if it was really - really that bad." She found herself rambling, vulnerability slipping out of her.
The minute those words escaped her lips, a sudden anger roared from Logan's body, "He did what!?"
"I don't blame him, though. It's his job to detect what's good and what isn't." She shrugged her shoulders.
Logan shook his head, "And, there's plenty ways of doing so, but not that. What he did was inappropriate, baby." The word baby so casually leaving his lips. It made her almost forget what they were talking about for a moment.
"I know." She exhaled, "Can we continue talking about this tomorrow. I don't want to reminisce that tonight. I just want to hang with you." She massaged his knuckles, eyes softening with a hint of lust.
And, he can't refuse her not when she gives him those eyes that make his knees buckle,
"Yeah, let's go to my room." He intertwined their hands, passing the couches where she quickly grabbed her purse as they made their way on upstairs to his bedroom.
The moment they made it into his bedroom. He was quick to closed the door, softly pressing her against the door with the warmth of his own body, teasing her as he slid his hands under shirt, gently sucking onto her neck, as she threw her purse onto the ground.
She teasingly shoved him off her to remove her shirt as he did the same until something caught his attention. The spot where he tossed his shirt near her purse.
"What's that?" He furrowed his eyebrows, finger pointing to the pink bag.
"What's what?" She glanced at where he was pointing before she snorted, "Oh, that's just frosting that I made in culinary class. Nothing important-" Then her eyes twinkled at a simple thought.
A bright idea at the most.
"I know that look. That's a dangerous look."
She wickedly grin, "How would you feel about frosting on your…." She teasingly trailed off, licking frosting off her fingers, "A BJ." Her eyes remained twinkling.
"Too messy." He shook his head, "Also, doesn't sound like the greatest idea." He pointed his finger at her
She pouted, "But the messy the better." She retorted back.
He still wasn't budging onto the idea which made her drop this conversation, "Just think about it." She shoved the frosting back into her purse only leaving Logan to remain glued in his head. This conversation just kept spinning in his head and keeping him wide awake all night.
