t. john logan × reader, smut (mdni)
w/c: iski mkc. 5k (approx.)
tags: slow burn, pwp, p.in.v, oral (f. recieving), unprotected sex (pls dont do that), both have a breeding kink, multiple rounds? afab!reader, very sexy as i would say. logan is very very desperate.
a/n: ykw sue me for being so late. i had this sitting in the drafts for so long istg i saw spiders creating webs on it. i tried to make it kind of dialougue centric but i forgot i am very interospective so yea enjoy the part 2 and pls send me requests so i dont evaporate. :(
The days were fleeting, and the time was ticking every second. It was almost a week since that incident– the one where you were sprawled across the bed for Logan to see you through his window? Poor man couldn't get the image of you breaking down for him out of his brain; it flooded every nook and cranny of his hockey head. Whenever he was in class, you popped up in his head with you taking off your cute pink panties; whenever he was in practice, he missed his shot because the picture of you cumming on your fingers played in his head at that very moment– poor Logan then got lectured by Coach Jensen. He sometimes looked through the same window, hoping to see you in that way again, no matter how lewd that thought even was. However, he could never– your blinds were always closed, and he always saw you when you were sitting on your lawn, either reading your book or laughing with Hannah and Allie.
John Logan was already crazy for you, but after that night, he could never think of anyone but you. And you? As much as you pretended to be confident and unbothered, which riled up Logan very much, that incident ate up every part of your self-control and desire. Countless nights, your hands crept beneath your shorts, and your palm groped your chest as you moaned into the air, thinking about Logan– how you only saw his lips parting, but you swore you almost heard him moan. Countless times you fantasised about Logan running his calloused fingers through your body and kissing you with his whole might and guiding your body to pleasure– far too many times you dreamed about it, when you were in your classes, when you were in your musical practice, even during your shift at Malone's, when Hannah snapped you out of your haze.
There were a few occasions when you both interacted, with eye contact, which left you both heavy afterwards, sometimes with small smiles, but none of you said anything because words get lost on your tongue as soon as you see him. You peered through your window whenever you got the time, maybe while you got ready– Logan and his mates working out in the lawn, and oh, how it made your whole body work up at the sight of him. You saw his biceps flex as he lifted his dumbbells and wondered how your nails would dig in them, and how those marks would look on his arms, as you chewed on your pencil. And when he looked at your window, you immediately looked away, hoping he didn't see– and he didn't, well, he couldn't catch the sight of your pretty eyes staring at him.
You both were desperate for each other, but afraid of taking the step. So many times you both reached for the phone for that one call, but the hope drowned as soon as the contact appeared on the screen. Throwing the phone somewhere on the bed and looking at the window– who knew that a freaking window could become someone's favourite thing. You begged to whatever heavens that were above you to get a sight of him, maybe undressed if they were generous enough, and Logan wished to see you in your skimpy little outfits, dreaming about how he could take them off in one swift move.
One of you definitely needed to make the move, but who? That question still lingered in the folds of the sheets of your bed.
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It was one of those nights where the hockey house was crowded with drunk students of Briar U, dancing and chatting loudly with energy. You were currently in your room with Hannah and Allie, applying the blush on your cheeks as you checked yourself out in the mirror. You wore a sheer black shirt, your black lace bra peeking out, paired with a black miniskirt and a large black belt with a large buckle. It was paired with silver dangly hoops and knee-high, black leather boots. You felt bold tonight, bold for Logan to see and approach you, maybe with the night ending on your bed as he took all of this off.
“Babe, are you thinking of killing Logan with your outfit?” Allie said from your bed as she was ruffling her hair up in the hand mirror. “Poor guy, he doesn’t know that he has to feel his self-control depleting again.”
“Logan hasn’t stopped talking about you for some reason”, Hannah’s voice followed. You didn’t tell them what happened that night, but maybe you will pretty soon.
A chuckle left your lips. “Well, Allie, you say as you apply your lip gloss, 'If he wants me, he’s gotta handle all of me.”
“Ooh, she's getting laid tonight”, you hear Hannah laugh from behind.
But as funny or entertaining as it seemed, the thought of it crept under your skin and shook every nerve in your body.
Logan couldn’t wait to see you tonight. He looked around the crowded room between conversations with Garrett, hoping to see your smiling face, hoping to just talk to you, for which he practised in the mirror with Tucker catching him and leaving the room with a held-in laughter. All the girls who came to him with intentions and the cup of booze in his hand seemed so uninteresting without you; it was one of the first times a party didn’t please him.
He almost decided to ditch the party and walk to your door before he saw you enter the room with Hannah and Allie. Everything around him went silent. You walked towards him, and he swore that his heart skipped a few beats right there. He could see everything, especially your black lace bra that peeked through the translucent fabric of your shirt.
“Oh, you’re done for,” Dean whispered behind him.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“Listen, you can leave the party if you want to.” Dean’s face cracked a little smirk before Logan could even say anything. Dean walked away to meet Allie, and now he stood alone near the kitchen island.
You felt him stare, very well. Ever since you entered his periphery, every shift of eyes riled you up. You wanted to talk to him, but your girls kept you busy with half of the people in the room. And for him, every shot of liquid courage still didn't do as it said; he either chickened out or gave up the thought when he saw you talk to other guys who didn’t please you much either.
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The night descended into perfection– the lights were dimmed, and your favourite song was blasting through the speakers as you and Allie danced away. The alcohol was already in your system and made everything so amplified. Logan, he finally got a break from all the girls who tried to entertain him but failed.
He stood near the staircase, leaned against one side of the handrail as he saw you dance– your hips moving swiftly with the rhythm and your hair flowing with you. You felt him stare at you; well, you actually wanted him to stare at you. This whole night you dolled up and presented yourself to him, and still he didn’t approach you. You were so close to giving up before you saw the intent in his eyes– maybe it really isn’t in your head. Logan saw you stare at him while you moved, and every sway made him want you even more.
“Why are you not talking to her man?” It was Dean, again. Logan was ready for whatever mockery he was about to throw.
“What do you mean?” Logan tried to numb this pit in his stomach with a sip of his drink.
“I saw you the entire night man, do not try to kid me, ” Dean seemed serious with his expression as he pointed at him. “You were staring at her throughout the party.”
Wow, so it was that obvious…
“Now is the right time, Logan. The music is right, she is dancing, and don’t worry about Allie, she will not bother.” He was actually right. Logan wasn’t mistaken at all– you wanted him as much as he wanted you, so why was he so afraid of approaching you the entire night?
Logan downed the last of his drink and handed the cup to Dean. “Thank you so much, man”
And for you, you didn’t notice much of anything. Allie was in front of you, holding both your hands and moving, before her expression changed as she saw something behind you, and with a smirk, she blew you a kiss and left. You were almost perplexed before you felt a body behind you, hands creeping around your waist, and sliding down to your hips to guide you with him. You felt his lips grazing your ears before he spoke, “Sorry to keep you waiting the entire night”, Logan whispered in your ear. And the tone of his voice immediately sent your nerves tingling, and he noticed by the way your chest rose.
“If it were me, we would be in the bedroom already. You heard his breath hitch in your ears, and his chest shifted against your back.
Logan pressed you against him, for you to feel the warmth of his body– his hands roamed, hoping to feel something through your sheer shirt. And you took advantage of it, you pressed your ass against him and let your head fall back on his shoulder. The soft sound that was elicited from his lips and the feel of him growing against you immediately gave you satisfaction. Poor guy almost felt himself break down at the situation, he didn’t know how long he could hold himself back. He pulled your hips even closer so you could feel him entirely.
“See what you do to me?” He said as his lips grazed the nape of your neck, taking in the scent of your sweet perfume– your skin electrifying with each touch. You could feel his control dropping with each beat of the music.
You shifted in his arms so you could face him. His face was inches from yours, the faint shimmer in your eyes spread to your cheeks, and your lipstick faded with a faint tint left. You made him want you even more. And you could see the flush of his cheeks in the dim light of the room, his eyes heavy with need— the way it was the other night. He leaned in, his lips touching yours, testing the waters. You almost gave in before an idea came to your head.
You pulled away– his shoulders feeling empty from your arm sliding off his shoulders. Logan was confused– if you wanted him the entire time and led everything till now, then why did you stall at the last moment? You saw the perplexity on his face, it made you feel guilty for a while– but the true intent behind your idea made you excited. You prayed that he did what you wanted him to do– to not follow you. He saw you slip away from his arms and walk to the door, looking back at him on the dance floor with a smirk before you went away. This definitely had to mean something.
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Logan lost it all. He was contemplating whether to follow you to his house or drink his pain away for the night. Instead, he decided to skip the entire party and spend the night in his room. He entered his room, and the first thing he saw was his window. Your blinds were still closed— wrenching his heart more than he expected. He fell back into his bed, staring at the ceiling. Logan used to be man for whom women used to drop down to their feet. He used to have a fleet of puck bunnies swarming around him. And now, he is a miserable man whose dick cannot stand up without the thought of you.
And you? You were on a full ride with this game, and he knew that, yet he let himself be played. Every single move that you made was intentional. Like how he saw you in the back garden the other day, putting up daises on the ground in your shorts and a shirt so right. Whenever you bent and an intimate sliver of skin, Logan looked away– trying to be respectful even though he saw you in a much explicit scenery. Unfortunately, his dick reacted way before than his mind did.
You open your blind and look into Logan’s window. The lights are dim in his room, but you figure out that he is sprawled across his bed. The heavens above have heard your plea, your plan is working to perfection. You ring his phone. Logan is taken out of his thoughts when he sees your name calling him. He picks it up in a hurry.
“Look at your window, Logan.” He immediately sat up and saw you. Your stood there, a sultry grin on your face and your fingers fluttering to greet him.
“Is it my turn say sorry for making you wait” he heard you continue, his attention completely on you now.
“I wanna make it up to you. So, I want you to keep your eyes on me. Can you do that for me?”
Your voice had him in a trance now. He was already recalling the night before. However, two can play a game.
You heard his voice through your phone, “What’s in it for me then?”
“You’ll know”, your fingers played with the buttons of your shirt, opening them one at a time. You could hear Logan chuckle lowly on the other line, it immediately went between your thighs.
On the other side, Logan saw you slowly undress, presenting to him like his favorite show. He leaned back and played along, even if he wanted to come over, pin you against the window and fuck you so that everybody could see who you belong to. The shirt now slipped off your shoulder, displaying your bra that peeked underneath the sheerness of your shirt. It was now followed by your skirt, the matching panties coming into his sight. You took your skirt off slowly, letting the man spectating you get impatient. You heard his voice shudder on the other line– means your plan was working.
Logan was practically holding himself back. Until he saw you sit on the bed and spread your legs apart, your fingers running lightly on thighs as he heard your breath getting heavier on the call. The touch was small, but knowing that he was currently watching you on the other side, it riled you up even more, making even the smallest shifts send sparks in your entire system.
“Logan…” You called him. He heard your cry on the other side, that was his cue. He stormed out of his room, rushed through the crowd and there he was at your door. He rang the bell once, then again. You rushed downstairs, tying the knot of your silk robe as you opened the door to see him standing. None of you said anything in that moment, there was a quiet intimacy in the way you both stood– as if the past and future mingled something into you both could not comprehend. Logan took a step forward, your chest touching his. You could feel the warmth radiating off his body, as you looked up at him– the streetlight illuminating a side of his face, his eyes waiting for you to give the cue. Logan clenched his fists on the side, trying to keep the last speck of his willpower. And then he said your name softy, it sent sparks through your whole body.
“Logan” your voice came out soft, as your hands placed itself on his shoulders like it was meant to be placed there. He understood it, he saw it in your eyes, he heard it in your tone– the desperation that he always misunderstood.
He didn’t miss another second pulling you in– his lips on yours. Yours were soft, a hint of cocoa that he could taste. His hands rested on your waist as it slithered from your hips to your ass, a slight grip. You pulled on the collar of his jacket as you gasped into his lips. Your lips moved against his, the heat between you both increasing. He guided you inside the house and locked the door behind him. You pulled away from the kiss as you looked at him– his lips red from the kiss, the rouge on his cheeks and his pupils dilated. He looked so pretty– so yours. You pulled him in for a kiss again. Your hands were now sliding through the nape of his neck to his hair, your fingers tangling into his hair. He hummed into his kiss as he peppered kisses from your lips to your neck, sucking into the skin of your neck and marking open kisses into your collarbone. Each second made you want him even more.
Logan pulled away as his eyes were on you now, a small smile on his face.
“Yes”. Your voice was a little rough.
Baby, the word hit you like a truck. Logan saw you froze for a moment.
He leaned in for a kiss again, but this time it was a little rougher. His hand held the back of your neck as his other hand grabbed on your hip tightly, as if you could slip away so easily. He pressed himself against your thigh; you could feel him hard already.
“See what you did to me, baby?” His voice was rough in your ear. “That's how you made me the second you danced on me.” The way he said each word, it reached between your legs before it hit your conscious.
“My pretty baby wouldn't make me wait today, hmm?” He held your chin delicately so as to meet your eyes. “Would she?” He waited for you to answer.
“No,” He could see you melting with each second. “Wanna be good for you.”
Logan felt his composure break the minute he saw you look at him with pretty eyes, as if they were begging him to break you tonight. He flashed a small smirk, “That's my girl”, his voice was low. He leaned in to kiss you again, this time, slow but steady– his tongue prodding your lips and you letting him in with no hesitation. Your nails scratched softly at his shoulder through his shirt, you heard him groan into your mouth.
His hands moved to the back of your thighs, grabbing you and lifting you like you're nothing. He moved to the kitchen island, his kisses rough on your neck and to your chest– you leaned back to his touch. His fingers looped into the knot of your robe, as your eyes met his. You could see a soft tease in his expression; and he could see the want in your eyes. The robe untied between his fingers, and he could see the delicate black lace adorned on your body. He ran his finger along the delicate line of your panties.
“Is this for me, pretty?” He asked.
“I need words.” He demanded. It made your thigh clench, and he noticed that.
“Yes. Just for you.” Your voice came out low and shaky, as his hands inched closer and closer to where you need him the most.
“So good for me,” his finger glided softly over your covered slit. A soft sigh elicited from your lips. “Showing yourself off so prettily, like you know who you belong to”, then presses his fingers to your clit through the fabric. Even the softest touch made you so worked up. “So wet f'me.”
His hand pulled away as he slotted himself between your legs, kneeling down. You propped yourself on your elbows, looking down at him as he left small kisses along your inner thigh. “Logan.” You called him.
He was now alert, “What's wrong baby?”
The word made your brain short circuit again, “You don't have to do it.”
The words were difficult to get out, ironic considering the position you're in.
“Uhh. You know. What you're about to do.” You murmured.
“You don't want me to eat you out. What kind of man does that?”
You couldn't reply to that.
“Listen.” His grip on your thighs tightened, “You're here with me now. You're mine. And I'm going to do what you like, okay?”
He kissed your clit through the fabric, immediate sparks. And then his tounge teased it, a soft moan leaving your lips. His teeth tugged at the waistband of your lace as he took it off with his teeth, dragging it slowly through your legs for you to observe. That was the hottest thing you ever witnessed.
He pulled your legs apart again, settling between them. His eyes were on you as he took a long stripe along your slit, your fingers gripped nothing. His tounge continued his work, alternating between small circles on your clit. Your body was on sparks and you didn't even mind the sounds that escaped your lips– sounding like most beautiful song for Logan. His hand held you tight to keep you from moving away. His lips were on your clit now, sucking on it softly as you held yourself back from breaking down right there, Logan noticed that.
"It's okay, come on my tounge now." His pace fastened as his tounge remained flat as your hips grinded to reach your high.
It didn't even take much time, you fell apart– a moan escaping your lips as you gasped with overstimulation as his tounge worked on your pussy. He pulled away as you reached for a kiss, tasting your essence on his lips.
"Did so good for me." He left a peck on your lips.
"So, do you wanna do me here, or upstairs." Your voice came out rougher. You saw it in his face, him breaking a little.
"Don't say it like that, baby. You know how you make me."
"Of course you do", he picked you up in his arms and took you upstairs.
You lost the consciousness about the time for a while as he cradled you in his arms to the bedroom upstairs, the reality hit you when you back hit the bed– and Logan just above you. This was exactly moment that you both waited for, hidden behind those very blinds from which you both peeked but never spoke. There was a silent initmacy between you both, a realisation of what this series of events might bring for both of you. You saw the rogue in his cheeks and he saw the desperation behind your eyes. Your hands reached out to caress his face, him immediately leaning into your touch as if he was depraved of it for years, his eyes closed for a moment and his lips gaped before he looked at you. He immediately leaned in for a kiss, this time a little gentle and intimate. His hands shifted to your shoulders, taking off the robe that hung from your shoulder and throwing it somewhere on the ground. His kisses fluttered from your necks to your shoulders, his lips engraved in every mole on your shoulder.
You lost your touch with time and space, everything in your awareness turned into him. His fingers that worked skillfully to take your bra off, and his thigh that settled near your sex. Logan looked at you momentarily, seeing you lose yourself, that made him want you even more. His pleasure was your pleasure, and he could give anything for it. You felt his lips grazing, laying small kisses around your breasts, before his tounge circled around your nipples. He heard your soft moans. Your hips shifted under his knees, and chased for the feeling.
He lifted himself up for a moment. "What d'you want?"
"Please," your voice soft and needy, it immediately went to Logan's dick. "I want it all."
"You sure, baby?" his fingers tucked a strand falling on your face. You nodded frantically, lips caught behind your teeth as you held yourself back from making anymore noises.
Logan took his jacket off, followed by his shirt which landed somewhere near your robe on the floor. Your eyes landed where it was supposed to, his muscular built– a result of meticulous physical toil of hockey. Your hands unconciously grazed his abdomen, nails lightly scrarching where he just wanted to. Every touch worked up every nerve in his body. He held your wrist and guided it to where he needed the most. He swore he saw heaven when you palmed him. Your fingers crept to the fly of his pants and worked to take it off.
He took his pants off, sitting there with his boxers. Two of your fingers pulled on his boxers as his dick springed out, tan at the tip and a shape that made your thighs close and mouth water. You looked up at him, and you felt him pulse on your hand. Your hands shifted, drops of precum leaking from his tip. He threw his head back, chest heaving with need.
"Maybe next time, I promise." His voice was rougher. The thought made you shift a little, maybe, it made you pull your legs closer. His hands immediately caged your legs. You didn't realise when his boxers were discarded. He pulled you closer to him, you felt him near your slit sliding up and down, his tip hitting your sensitive clit and making you moan.
"Please, Logan," you cried out, music to his ears.
"Please what baby?" He was so condesending. You wanted him even more.
"How can I deny you begging baby?" His tip now prodded at your entrance, making you moan at the stretch. He shifted more, giving you time to adjust. You felt so good against him— warm, wet, and fluttering with need as you moaned out gripping the sheets beneath you. His fingers dug into your hips or wherever it managed to grab, holding to urge to push it all in. And when he bottomed out, moans erupted from both your throats.
"I'm gonna move now okay?" He tried to manage his words out of a tangle. You were as worse as him, your fingers holding on to his shoulders, nails leaving marks on his back. His hips rocked, giving you the most wanted push ever.
His paced quickened before he could even realise. And how could he not— you were sprawled out so prettily, squirming and moaning as if he was the only one who could give you the pleasure you deserve. "Yes, yes Logan. Just like that– oh I'm not going to last long!" You cried, fingers digging into his arms.
He was now only focused on your pleasure, pace quickening as your every spasm send shivers down his back. "Come for me, baby", and that was your signal. A moan tore from your throat as you felt every nerve in your body stimulate, the wave of your orgasm hitting you in the best way. He moved until the rode off your release.
Both of you paused for a moment, you coming back to reality. "You good?" He asked.
"Yes," You nodded. "Never felt better"
"Good," he seemed to prepare something that he knew would make you lose your head. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, "Because I'm not over with you."
Before you could even comprehend, he flipped you on your stomach and began with his move, hitting every spot so relentlessly as if he intended to break you apart tonight. You gripped the sheets beneath you, pleasure heightened even more because of your previous orgasm.
"My- pretty baby–" He groaned out, the tone sending sparks in your belly. "Making me feel so good." You moaned in response.
"Huh– so loud, no one made you feel this way?", you were pathetically moaning under him. "Only—only you, Logan." Your response resulted into a smack landing on you ass. "So filthy," every word from his mouth etch closer to your orgasm
Logan couldn't hold himself back anymore, he felt it in his lower spine, his grip tightening on you hips as he hit your g-spot deliciously. "Logan– I'm not gonna fuck last long" You forced your words out.
"Where do you want it, baby?" He groaned.
You felt his hips stuttered as he held his groan. So he liked the thought of it. You wanted to push him even more but decided to keep it for another day. And he knew that you would use his kink to your advantage someday. But the thought made you kind of hot, you felt yourself getting closer. "Fuck– come with me." Logan groaned from behind you.
h You both broke apart. Your fingers gripping so hard on the pillow that your knuckles were white, and you moaning so loud that it almost sounded like a prayer. Logan pushed as much as he could, filling you up to the brim as his whole body shuddered above you. You stayed there for a moment, with him, before he pulled himself out and lay beside you.
There was a silent question between you both, which none of you dared to ask– what are we now? It was complicated but you both decided to let this question rise with the sun tommorow. You reached for the warmth in his embrace and he welcomed you with a small peck on your forehead, promising something just for the moment before you both could lose something.
Maybe the answer was right here, this is the right way. The right one.
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