john logan x female reader x dean di laurentis
summary: reader has been having casual sex with logan and dean separately for some time. the knowledge that one of them is in a room nearby while she’s with the other has started to make her want…both? unbeknownst to her, they’ve been considering the same thing. (this is just pure menage a trois filth)
warnings: 18+, threesome, fingers in mouth (briefly), (m) hand on (f) neck, tits in mouth, dry humping, hand job, eiffel tower, unprotected piv, oral sex (m receiving), a little fingering, pet names ('doll', 'baby', 'good girl')
word count: 3.3k
an: these are my two favourite off campus boys so i just had to do it i've never written anything like this before so i hope it turned out good 😓
I’ve been fucking Logan for a couple weeks now.
I’ve also been fucking Dean (every now and then) for a couple months.
Neither of them knows I’ve been messing around with the other. It’s not like I’m cheating on them—both agreed that the relationship is strictly sex, no strings attached.
I know Dean has been with other girls for a fact, so I don’t feel guilty on his side of things.
Logan’s newer, though. I haven’t seen him with someone else, but I’m still sure he’d be fine with me being with others.
But, I do have one problem.
I’ve started thinking about Logan every time I’m with Dean. And I’ve started thinking about Dean every time I’m with Logan. Recently, the two of them have started occupying all of my thoughts.
I know it’s wrong. I know I can’t want both. But that’s doesn’t mean I don’t.
The thought has my thumbs tapping my car’s steering wheel nervously as I look at the hockey house next to me. I’ve been parked outside for five minutes, guilt gnawing at me about my feelings.
I’m supposed to be ‘hanging out’ with Logan today, but I can’t help thinking about how I wish Dean would be there too.
Finally, I force the thoughts to the back of my mind, shaking my head as I let out a deep exhale. I am going to go in there and just have fun with Logan. Nothing else.
I make my way to the door, straightening out the baggy leather jacket the covers what my thin tank top doesn’t. After months of visiting this house, I know better than to knock, so I let myself in and make my way to Logan’s room. I breathed a sigh of relief at the empty space, grateful that Dean isn’t here to see me—it feels too awkward to explain I’m not here for him.
Outside Logan’s room, I knock on the door, nervously surveying my surroundings.
“Come in,” he called out in response.
I enter his room and he sits up from where he was lying on his bed.
“Hey!” He beams at me, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be late,” I apologised, thinking back to my momentary nervous breakdown in the car.
“Nah, don’t worry about it.”
After kicking off my shoes in the corner of his room, I take off my jacket and throw it on the back of his desk chair. The way Logan’s eyes travel over my bare shoulders and the lace of my bra peeking out from beneath my tank isn’t lost on me. My breath hitches in anticipation of what we’ll no doubt be doing later.
I plop down onto Logan’s bed, lying across it horizontally while he remains sitting near me. Cold air brushes against my midriff and I can tell that my tank top has ridden up enough to catch Logan’s attention. His eyes search over my body before meeting my gaze again.
“You’re annoyingly beautiful, you know?” His deep voice is like music to my ears.
The compliment makes me blush despite myself.
Forcing a cool expression, I reply, “Show me just how annoyed you are, then.”
Logan moves to hover over me, one hand resting next to my head, the other grazing the bare skin of my waist. His eyes pierce into mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them. Slowly, he begins to move his hand up from my waist, brushing past my chest before gently holding my neck.
He’s never done this before but, boy do I love it.
Settling on his knees between my spread legs, he shifts his weight so that he can use his spare hand instead of resting on the mattress. The lust in his gaze intensifies, clear in the way his pupils dilate. One hand still on my neck, he uses the other to caress my face, pushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear.
“Open your mouth,” his voice is low, almost a whisper.
I look up at him, slightly intimidated, and take in the sight of his chain dangling near my face, his hair falling into his eyes. He looks so good, I’m willing to do whatever he wants.
Unsure of exactly what he wants to do, I part my lips, slightly opening my mouth. Logan’s thumb moves to trace a line along my lower lip.
Pulling my lip down slightly with the pad of his thumb, he begins to move the finger into my mouth, “Just a little more.”
With the help of his thumb, I open my mouth more, allowing him to enter it fully. Instinctively, I begin sucking at him slightly, feeling encouraged by the way his lips curve into a small smirk.
“You’re gonna be a good girl for me, okay?”
I nod slightly, constricted by his thumb in my mouth and hand on my neck.
He pulls his thumb out of my mouth, replacing it with his lips as he begins to kiss me passionately. My neck remains underneath his hand and I bring my own hand to his wrist, hoping to keep him close.
His tongue slips into my mouth, desperate to deepen the kiss. Bringing a hand to clutch the hair at the nape of his neck, a small sound escapes my lips as our tongues begin to move against one another.
I feel my eyes rolling back slightly, the heat of the kiss dampening my panties. Before I can help it, my mind drifts to Dean and I’m suddenly yearning for his hands on me, too.
The sound of Logan’s bedroom door opening snaps me out my thoughts, and Logan quickly pulls back. Out of breath, I turn to the doorway and feel my heart fall out of my ass. Dean stands there, an amused smirk on his face as he takes in the compromising positions of me in Logan.
I open my mouth, hoping to come up with something to say, but Dean beats me to it.
“Hot makeout sessions without me? I’m wounded,” he pouts teasingly.
Logan chuckles, looking entirely too amused about this. “What do you want, Di?”
“Well, I came looking for duct tape, but now I think my plans have changed,” he says, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind him.
Dean and Logan share a knowing look while I look back and forth between the two of them, bewildered. I’m still almost lying down, propped up slightly by my elbows. I can’t decide if I’m living in my wildest fantasy or my worst nightmare right now.
Logan meets my eyes again, registering my confused expression.
“Oh, I know you guys have been fucking,” he admits casually.
Dean chimes in from where he stands. “Yeah, I also know about you two,” he says, gesturing between me and Logan.
“Uh,” I pause, madly confused by what’s happening right now, before managing, “…how?”
Dean chuckles at my disorientation, crossing his arms over his chest as he begins explaining, “Doll, me and Logan live in the same house. It didn’t take long for us to realise your visits weren’t just for one of us.”
My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I move to sit upright.
“Not that that’s a bad thing,” Logan cuts in, his hand reaching to caress my leg comfortingly. “We’ve actually talked about it, you know. About you.”
His gaze flicks to Dean’s. My heart rate picks up.
“What he’s trying to say is: if you want both of us at the same time, we’re down,” Dean says nonchalantly.
My stomach flips intensely and I can feel my cheeks turning bright red.
“I could also just leave, if you want,” he continues, aware of my flustered expression.
“No!” I blurted out. “Sorry— I just… I mean— I don’t think you guys know how badly I want this,” I forced myself to speak, suddenly feeling very out of breath.
“Seriously?” Logan asks, looking pleasantly surprised.
“Fuck yes, I’ve dreamed about this.” I laugh nervously.
“What can I say, I make dreams come true,” Dean drawls sarcastically, now walking over to the bed.
Rolling my eyes, I respond, “Shut up, Dean.”
He leans in, his face inches from mine. Dropping his voice to a whisper, he smirks, “Make me.”
I crash my lips onto his, pulling him close by his shirt. He stumbles next to me, sitting on the edge of the bed while my hands find his neck. Suddenly remembering Logan sitting nearby, I pull away from Dean, heavy pants filling the space between us. Moving over to Logan, I push him back to lean against the headboard then straddle him as my lips find his.
This opportunity to have both of them has me riled up. I’m kissing Logan with a newfound vigour, my lips moving hard against his while my hands slide up to the back of his neck, pulling at his hair. He lets out a groan, tilting his head back and releasing my lips as a result of my grip. His eyes are glinting with hunger as his lips crash back onto mine, biting my lower lip before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I welcome the familiar feeling, deepening the kiss further until it’s sloppy and wet.
I can feel my soaking panties, and my hips start to grind against Logan instinctively. Dean’s hands meet my hips from behind, slipping up underneath my tank before drawing lazy circles on my skin. Once me and Logan pull back to catch our breath, Dean begins to roll my shirt up in an attempt to take it off. I help him, grabbing the hem and ripping it over my head leaving me in my white lacy bralette. The fabric does little to cover me up, basically giving Logan a full view of my tits. His lips part slightly when his eyes meet mine, his gaze darker than before.
Still straddling Logan, I turn slightly and pull Dean in, resuming our kiss from before. He’s moved closer to sit on his knees next to me and Logan, and I notice how the fabric of his pants strains over his thighs. I move my hands down to tease him, lightly grazing his crotch before moving my hands underneath his shirt to trace the lines of his abs.
Meanwhile, Logan reached behind my back to unhook my bra, then began kneading my breasts between his fingers. He presses a few kisses to my sternum and my stomach before focusing his attention back on my chest. Eagerly, he takes one tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple while I help Dean take his shirt off.
The feeling of Logan’s mouth on me makes my head lean back and a sigh escape my mouth. Dean moves impossibly closer and begins kissing my neck, nipping at the skin until he finds the spot that makes me squirm in pleasure. He continues to suck at the sensitive skin and I bring a hand up to clutch the back of his head, encouraging him to keep going.
Pushing Logan away from my tits, I start tugging at his shirt, eager to feel more of his skin. He obliges, swiftly pulling his shirt off before his hand finds my neck again. The action releases my neck from Dean’s mouth, but Logan continues to pull me close as his lips find mine again.
Dean lets out a disappointed sound, and I can hear the pout on his face. His hands grip at my waist in an attempt to have more of me and I can’t help but giggle. Moving my legs off from on top of Logan, I turn to Dean smiling.
“You’re so spoiled,” I scolded mockingly, pushing him to lie down.
I begin kissing from his neck down his chest, spending as much time on his abs as possible (even using my tongue in the way I know drives him crazy) before reaching the bulge in his jeans. My mouth hovers over him, intent on teasing him as much as possible, before pressing a kiss to the fabric. His eyes never once leave mine, entranced by me doing as I please.
Sitting up on to my knees, I start to unbuckle Dean’s belt, before undoing his jean button and zip. Lifting his hips, he helps me pull off the clothing, leaving him in his boxers. From behind, Logan is pressing kisses to my back, his hands roaming my torso freely. I begin taking off my own jeans when an idea pops into my head.
Keeping my panties on, I shuffle over to straddle Dean, pressing my hands to his abs for support. I give no warning before dropping my hips to brush my covered clit and against Dean’s clothed erection. His reaction is immediate, a whimper leaving his lips before he regains his senses.
“Fuck, are you seriously gonna dry hump me?”
“Maybe,” I tease, knowing that is exactly what I’m planning on doing.
“You filthy woman,” Dean mumbled as my hips lowered again, making his head tilt back.
I begin rolling my hips, slowly creating friction between me and Dean’s underwear. Sparing a glance to Logan, I meet his eyes as he stands and begins undoing his belt. At first, he just takes off his jeans and leaves his boxers on. Continuing to grind against Dean, I gesture to Logan’s boxer with one hand.
“Off,” my voice is breathless.
Logan tilts his head with intrigue but happily obeys, leaving him completely naked.
“Come here,” I demanded, curling my finger.
Logan crawls onto the bed, stopping to sit on his knees a little behind me, to the side of Dean’s legs. He reaches his hand to squeeze my ass before continue to draw patterns on my bare skin. Keeping one hand on Dean while I move my hips against him, I move my spare hand back to hold Logan’s erection.
He freezes for a split second before leaning in to press a kiss on my shoulder. I start to move my hand on Logan, stroking him softly while his kisses travel all over my back. With my attention divided, my efforts with Dean slow, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He simply grips my hips, keeping me where I am on top of him and assisting my movements.
My grip around Logan becomes firmer as I begin to pump my fist on him. A strained groan escapes his throat, dampening me more in response. I slow my hips further, settling for a slight roll on Dean as I focus on Logan. His breathing deepens as he desperately grips onto my waist for support.
“I’m close,” he mumbles, breathing erratic.
I immediately stop and release Logan from my grip.
Letting go of my waist, he drops to lie down and groans in frustration, “Fuck, why did you do that?”
“Well, we can’t have you making a mess, can we?” I shrug, suppressing an amused smile.
Growing impatient, Dean grabs my waist and flips himself on top of me.
“Okay, doll, you’ve had your fun. Now, you’re gonna be a good girl and do as I say.”
Nodding, I gulp, nervous about where this might go.
Obeying Dean’s demand, I get up onto all fours, my ass lining up with his crotch. Logan leans over to kiss me before moving in front of me, leaving his hard dick in front of my face. Dean pulls down my underwear, before pulling off his own, releasing his erection to tease my entrance.
This time it’s Logan’s gravelly voice that makes a demand, his hand tilting my chin up so we make eye contact. “Open up, beautiful.”
My lips part as I bring a hand up to graze his skin, guiding him into my mouth. A small sound escapes him while his head begins to tilt back in pleasure.
Strong hands gripping my hips tightly, Dean speaks from behind me. “You ready?”
“Mhm,” I hum, making Logan shiver.
Slowly, Dean slides into me from behind, stretching me out with his width. My moan is muffled by Logan’s dick in my mouth. One of his hands still holds my chin, the other is now gripping my hair.
“Just tap me twice if you want out, okay?” Logan says, stroking my face with his thumb.
I hum around him again, but his consideration just makes me want him more. I start to swirl my tongue along him, moving my head back and forth to build friction. Dean has started to pound into me from behind and I clutch at the sheets beneath me.
Unable to focus on my mouth’s movement anymore, Logan begins to roll his hips instead, grazing my throat. My back quickly begins to arch, my body and senses overwhelmed. The sound of Dean’s hips meeting my ass echoes around the room. His pace begins to quicken, and my eyes start rolling back in my head.
Logan’s voice pulls me out of my daze. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I force my eyes open, eyelids fluttering with the effort it takes. Dean starts to move deeper and harder, and I can feel the coil tightening deep in my core. Logan continues to clutch at my hair, speeding up his movements in my mouth, making me whimper.
“You’re taking this like such a good girl,” Dean coos from behind me.
Logan hums in agreement. “You look so beautiful with your mouth around me.”
His breathing grows more ragged, and soon enough, he’s coming in my mouth. I’m slightly surprised at the sensation but then Logan orders, “Swallow.” and I immediately listen. Taking himself out of my mouth, he moves to lie down, clearly feeling spent.
Now with more freedom to move, I press my head into the mattress, titling my ass higher into the air. The shift in angle allows Dean to thrust impossibly deeper into me. A loud moan begins to slip from my mouth, so I turn into the sheets to muffle it. Dean releases one hand from my hips to grip my hair and tilt my head back to the side.
His dick continues to drive into me and I make no attempt to suppress the sounds that come from deep in my throat. After getting a chance to catch his breath, Logan’s hands begin to wander over me again. His fingers tease my nipple before he reaches down to graze my clit. I gasp, the extra sensation perfectly inching me closer to my climax.
Logan continues to rub my clit, making me scream in pleasure.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” I whine, my knuckles turning white with how hard I’m gripping the sheets.
Dean forces himself to push deep into me one more time, but his movement grow sloppy and he comes inside of me, groaning loudly. Logan’s rough stroking on my clit continues, making me orgasm soon after. Dean moves to lie down on the opposite side of me to Logan, and after Logan moves his hand away from me, I fall flat on my stomach.
Our heavy pants fill the room as I move to rest my head on my folded arms. My eyes meet Logan’s and I can’t suppress my smile.
“What?” he chuckles softly.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, moving to kiss him.
Dean’s playful whining ends the moment. “Don’t I deserve a kiss, too?”
I turn to him and press a begrudging kiss to his lips. “You really make me wonder why I even entertained you in the first place.”
Glancing down briefly, he retorts, “You know why, doll.”
I scoff, shoving his shoulder teasingly before lying flat on my back. As I stare at the ceiling, I can only think one thing.
