โย ึนย ห JOHN LOGAN AS YOUR BOYFRIEND แฑบใ คใ ค ย เญจเฑฟย
mr. handyman. literally every single thing that falls apart in your life, loganโs there to fix it. kitchen cabinets coming loose? great, heโs fixing them. doors squeaky? heโs already on it. something wrong with your car? perfectโheโs taking his shirt off (for your eye candy) and getting to work. and heโs not one of those sexist assholes who thinks men have to fix things while women just stand there and yelp when things fall apart. he actually makes a habit of fixing things with you there, showing you how to do it so next time you can handle it yourself in case heโs not around.
this sweet, sweet man with those pretty doe eyes cannot stay mad at you for more than a day. if he has to go to sleep without fixing things with you, he feels like he might actually die. he just canโt do it. so when you two argue, like normal couples do, he always gives you both time to cool down before coming back to you to offer your favorite takeout, lots of kisses and cuddles, a movie night, and his heart practically in his hands just so you could forgive him. anything. heโll do anything. just donโt stay mad at him.
as much as heโs a homebody, he actually loves going outโespecially with you. restaurants, new cafรฉs, movie theaters, hiking spots, even loud busy bars heโs not usually a fan off. and heโs always patient, giving you all the time you need to get ready without rushing you. and when youโre finally done and looking pretty, heโll have you leave a bright lipstick kiss on his jaw, visible for everyone to see heโs taken, before you head out together. his favorite part about this whole thing is walking with your hands intertwined and sharing food.
again, heโs big on acts of service. waking up a little earlier to make you breakfast because youโre too lazy to make something yourself and usually skip it. taking the time to draw you a bath after a long day. making your drinks exactly how you like themโno ice, because you hate the watery taste when it melts, buying you things youโve run out of, whether itโs your favorite snacks or products. taking your makeup off for you when youโre too tired. giving you massages, filling your gas tankโheโs all about it.
heโs so starved for you, so donโt expect him to leave you alone when youโre both home with nothing to do. he constantly has you laying on top of him, just lazing the day away. cooking simple meals together, which heโs surprisingly good at. he believes staying practically glued to you the entire time is good for his mental health and itโd be cruel to deny him.
this man figured out your weakness long before you even started dating that you can never keep your hands to yourself when heโs sweaty, fresh out of the gym. so when you move in together, he starts timing it, leaving the gym just a little after you get home. the second he walks through the door, your eyes snap to him, the sight of him making your knees weak, heat pooling in all the right places. and you donโt even try to fight it. you just walk up to him, grab him, and kiss him deep, fully intending to have those sweaty, ripped biceps wrapped around you in a tight headlock.
โ๏ธ Warnings: logan puts reader in a headlock (not during smut). smut. alcohol drinking. both being oblivious af. nipple play. reader needy af. missionary (legs on shoulders) ย
โ๏ธ Pairing: F!Reader x John Logan
โ๏ธ Rating/Genre: Mature (๐). Smut.
โ๏ธ Words: 6175
โ๏ธ Summary: Loganโs been your best friend for two years now. And it takes you way too long to realise that you both want more.
๐ญ: john โclosed cans are saferโ logan. i love you bad! i'll come back to readover this one again as it's a long one and i feel like i missed sth! if you enjoyed, please consider leaving a comment, ask, reblog etc, it means a lot xx
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If you were asked to explain your relationship with John Logan, youโd probably tell people that heโs your best friend. Your person. The Mark Sloan to your Callie Torres, without the sex and baby part, of course...
The point is; he was a true friend. You supported one another through messy breakups, study meltdowns, hockey losses, and family drama all throughout your Freshman and Sophomore years. Sure, there were a few alcohol-induced kisses scattered across the past 24-months, but you did that with all your friends. It was Briar culture. It didnโt mean anything.
You were just best friends.
You didnโt believe in blurring boundaries. However, tonight, the foundations youโd spent the last two years building felt like the were being held together by nothing more than scotch tape and silly string. ย
The Hawksโ house smelt like a mixture of sweaty men, cheap citrus air freshener, and the greasy takeout that you and Logan had half-eaten and left on the kitchen island hours ago. You were slouched down on the sofa, scrolling through TikTok on your phone. Sprawled out next to you, with his heavy head resting on your lap, was Logan.
It was a position youโd found yourselves in a thousand times before. He was exhausted from the last practice, and you were his designated safe zone. The hand that wasnโt holding your phone was buried in his thick curls, your fingers absentmindedly massaging his scalp in the way that always got him to relax. His legs were dangled off of the opposite armrest, his eyes closed and breathing slow.
You glanced down at him. His eyelashes were annoyingly long, โwhy are men always blessed with long eyelashes?โ you thought to yourself. There were faint bags under his eyes from a week straight of college essays, early morning ice time, and his shifts at the garage.
Without thinking, your thumb brushed the edge of his cheekbone, sweeping away a stray eyelash.
He smiled faintly but didnโt open his eyes, his breathing still calm and measured and you turned back to your phone screen.
The next video on your for you page had you snorting. You took your fingers out of his hair to forward the video to your group chat with a message. ย
That had Loganโs eyes cracking open. He blinked against the dim light coming from the lamp in the corner, his dark eyes looking up at you from your lap. โWhatโs so funny?โ he grumbled.
โNothing,โ you smiled, looking down at him. โJust a funny video.โ
Logan grunted and reached up, his calloused hand gently wrapping around your wrist to pull the phone down closer to his face. โLet me see.โ
Angling the phone so he could watch, you cringed internally. He was not going to get this. The text on the screen read: โWhen he knows how to handle youโ. In the video, the guy had his massive forearm around a girlโs neck, trapping her into a headlock while she giggled. Logan watched the video loop twice, then he looked up at you, his brow furrowing before he looked back at the screen and watched it loop once more.
โWhat the fuck are you watching?โ Logan asked, a genuine chuckle rumbling in his chest.
โDonโt judge,โ you said as you gave him a light slap on his shoulder. Your fingers then slid back into his hair, resuming their massage of his scalp. โItโs actually really hot.โ
โGirls like being put in a headlock?โ He scoffed.
โYeah, itโs hot,โ you retorted, standing your ground. โEspecially when a man has like... thick arms.โ
The sleepy look in Loganโs eye was completely gone. He slowly sat up and swung his legs around to face you.
โWhy do I feel like youโre giving me dating advice thatโs going to get me arrested?โ
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. โI didnโt tell you to go and find a random girl on the street to tackle, Jonathon.โ
It annoyed the hell out of him when you called him that, which is precisely why you called him that when he annoyed the hell out of you. you got the reaction that you were hoping for. His eyes squinted at you, his jaw clenching as his lips pressed together in a tight line. ย
โAnyway,โ you continued as you tried to suppress your laugh. โItโs obviously only hot when you trust the man.โ
โYou trust me.โ
It wasnโt a question, so you didnโt answer him. You turned back to your phone, suddenly hyper aware that he was still looking in your direction.
Logan just stared at you, a serious expression settling over his face as he contemplated your words. The gears were turning in his head, his gaze dropping briefly to your neck before snapping back to your eyes.
โRight,โ he said, abruptly standing up from the couch. โI still think youโre weird, but okay.โ
โItโs not nice to kink shame, Jonathon.โ
He paused mid-step, turning back to look down at you. โIf you call me that again, Iโm going to pull you into a headlock.โ
โIโll run,โ you challenged, shifting your weight to the edge of the cushion.
โIโll chase you.โ
โYou are not going to chase me around this room.โ
โTry me.โ
He looked serious. Really serious. And you had no reason to believe he was bluffing. But, looking up at him and that challenging glint he had in his eyes, you found a reckless part of yourself desperate to test him.
You stood up slowly, backing away a step. โI donโt believe you ... Jonathon.โ
The last syllable of the name had barely gotten out before he essentially pounced on you.
Your shriek dissolved into laughter as you bolted around the couch. But, as fast as you were, he was faster. He closed the distance with barely any effort. Before you could reach the edge of the living room, two pairs of heavy hands clamped around your waist.
He manhandled you with ease, pulling you back and flush against his chest.
In the next second, his forearm slid over your shoulder, hooking dominatingly around your neck. You could feel his chest rising and falling against your shoulder blades.
His face buried in the crook of your beck, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he whispered, โI told you Iโd chase you.โ
A sharp gasp caught in your throat. You were locked against him. Even if you wanted to move, which admittedly, you didnโt, you wouldnโt have been able to.
The moment your body collided with his, Logan lost all sense of self. He had honestly expected this to be a joke, a stupid thing he did where youโd both laugh it off and youโd go back to scrolling on your phone as he napped. But, the second your back hit his chest, the second your hips pressed firmly against his crotch, his brain basically shut down.
You shifted against him slightly, trying to find your footing and get comfortable in his tight grip. The friction of the movement sent an aggressive jolt of heat right below his stomach.
โOh,โ Logan thought, a wave of panic flooding through his system even as his grip subconsciously pulled you closer against him. โThis is bad. Really, really bad.โ
Despite the alarm bells ringing in his head, he didnโt let you go. He couldnโt. in fact, he leant in slightly closer, taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of you. It filled his lungs, making his chest ache with a wave of possessiveness that he had absolutely no right to feel over a โbest friendโ.
Underneath his arm, you were frozen.
You had hugged Logan a thousand times. You had leant on him during late night study sessions, had fallen asleep on his shoulder during road trips, youโd even shared a bed with him after varous movie marathons. It had never, ever felt like this.
You could feel his heart beating frantically against your back. It was racing. You hand went up to his forearm, your fingers wrapping it. You held onto him, not even attempting to pull his arm away, even though every rational bone in your body told you that you should.
In a normal friendship, this is the part where he would laugh, call you a loser, and let you go. But he was holding you for far too long for it to be a joke. His forearm was pressed firmly against your collarbone, his fingers curling tightly into the fabric of your shirt at your shoulder. He had zero intention of letting you go.
โSince when were his arms THIS big?โ ย you thought, mind dizzy and overwhelmed.
A knot of heat coiled deep in your stomach. You felt an ache in between your thighs. The kind that was desperate and dizzying and you had no right to be feeling towards your โbest friendโ.
โโGet it together!โ you screamed at yourself internally.
โUmmm, Logan,โ you choked out, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathless. โYou should probably let go now.โ
โOh. Right. Yeah.โ
Loganโs breath was ragged as he slowly, almost relucatantly, unraveled his arm from your neck. He immediately stepped back, clearing his throat roughly and refusing to meet you eyes as he rubbed the back of his neck.
โI guess... I get the hype,โ he muttered awkwardly.
โHa! Awesome,โ you replied, just as awkwardly.
You practically sank back down onto the couch, your knees feeling like jelly, while Logan moved toward the kitchen island. He began aggressively clearing up the food containers, his back turned to you as his shoulders tensed.
The silence that was in the living room now was no longer comfortable. It was heavy, dripping with something you were too scared to contemplate about now. the invisible boundary had been crossed and you werenโt sure if you could even go back now. or, if you wanted to.
โ๊ณโธโ *โง
The shift was almost immediate. For the next two weeks, even being in the same room as him sent you into a panic. It was made much worse by the fact that that was also his reaction. You tried to be normal, chilling in the hockey house as you usually did. But, when you both reached for the remote at the same time and your fingers brushed, Logan pulled his hand back as if heโd been brunt.
When you sat on the coach, Logan stayed on the opposite end. When you turned to speak, Logan kept his eyes on his book, even though youโd noticed that he hadnโt turned a page in almost 30 minutes.
But then, there were times where youโd catch him staring, watching your mouth as you spoke. When you caught him, he would look away immediately.
You felt like you were losing your mind. You couldnโt tell if he was acting like this because he felt awkward, or if he was just reacting to your awkwardness.
You looked at yourself in the bathroom mirror, trying get the imagines of him that kept flashing up out of your mind. It mostly involved his biceps wrapping around you as he fucked-.
โOkay, no, Iโm obviously just sexually oppressed,โ you muttered to yourself. It had been a while since youโd last been with someone, longer than you realised until this moment. โLogan is objectively hot and my brain is just playing tricks on me.โ
That was the lie you told yourself. And, to prove it, you finally said yes to Lyle.
He was... nice. He had bright blonde hair, played lacrosse, and had been asking you out at nearly every party you went to for the last few months. You never really turned him down, and he took that as encouragement to keep asking. Truthfully, you hadnโt much minded the attention, even if you had previously never planned to do anything with it. But now, he was the perfect, and safe, distraction you needed from your newfound fixation on your best friend.
The following Thursday afternoon, you walked into the hockey house to drop off a textbook that you had borrowed from Tucker. You werenโt even sure if Logan would be there, as he hadnโt exactly been texting you much.
When you turned the corner, Logan was sitting at the kitchen island, shaking a protein shake in one hand as he scrolled through something on his iPad.
โHey,โ you said, making an effort to keep your voice casual. You tossed the textbook onto the counter.
Loganโs head snapped up instantly. The second his eyes took you in, his posture straightened. At least he was looking at you now. โHey. Youโre dressed up.โ
You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling very self-conscious in your โdressed-upโ clothes. โYeah. Um. I actually have a date in like, twenty minutes so I need to goโ.โ
โA what?โ Logan froze; the protein shake in his hand stopping halfway to his mouth. โA date? What do you mean a date? With who? Sorry, what?โ
Loganโs voice didnโt even sound like him.
โItโs just with Lyle. From class,โ you said. Despite how your heart was currently doing backflips in your chest, your voice was steady. โWeโre just getting drinks downtown. Itโs no big deal.โ
Slowly setting the shake on the island, Logan stood up. You blinked in surprise as you realised, he looked... angry?
โLyle?โ Logan scoffed, the name tasting like poison on his tongue. He stepped around the island and walked over to you, the closest heโs willingly come in months. โThe lacrosse guy? The one that wears his cap backwards on his head like an absolute douche.โ
You wanted to respond that Logan also wore his cap backwards on his head, but now didnโt seem like the right time to bring that up.
โHeโs not a douche, Logan!โ you defended instead. You werenโt even sure why you felt the need to defend Lyle this hard. But you did. โHeโs nice, and Iโm allowed to go on dates. Youโre supposed to be happy for me, as my friend.โ You emphasised the last word. He was being incredibly selfish right now.
โWell, Iโm not. Iโm not fucking happy, okay?โ he snapped.
โWhy?โ Your voice trembled, your eyes watching him take deep breaths. โWhy are you not happy for me?โ you pressed.
Logan closed his eyes for a brief second, inhaling sharply. When he opened them again, you saw the old Logan, your best friend who had beautifully brown doe eyes. But then, itโs like he pulled the walls back up.
โBecause heโs... an idiot.โ Logan deflected. โHeโs just trying to get you into bed.โ
โOkay, and who says Iโm not trying to get him into bed?โ You fired back in a tone you werenโt proud of, the frustration boiling over inside of you.
Logan flinched, jaw tightening. โI just think you deserve better.โ
โWell, thatโs not your call to make.โ
โYeah. Clearly it isnโt,โ Logan growled. โGo have fun.โ
You stood there for longer than you should have, before you turned and practically bolted out of the door.
The date with Lyle was a, for lack of a better word, disaster.
It wasnโt even his fault. He was funny and charming. He listened to you when you spoke, and actually asked you questions. But, every time Lyle smiled, you wondered why his eyes didnโt shine like Loganโs did. Every time he laughed, you missed the sound of Loganโs.
He did nothing wrong, except not be Logan.
The date forced you to face that fact that you were becoming hopelessly in love with your best friend. and that it was ruining your life.
โ๊ณโธโ *โง
By the time the next hockey party came around, you still hadnโt spoken a word to Logan. Nor had he reached out to you. you were too stubborn, too deeply afraid of your own feelings, to break the silence first.
When you walked through the front door of the crowded house, your hand casually looped through Lyleโs arm, your eyes instinctively scanned the room for Logan anyway. You hated yourself for it. Hated how looking for Logan in any crowded room was still your default.
It took you an embarrassingly short amount of time to find him.
He was leaning back against the kitchen counter, a red cup in his hand. He wore a flannel shirt with the first few buttons left undone, the parted fabric showing some the top of his toned chest. His thick curls were framing his face in a way that made him look effortlessly, infuriatingly, handsome.
He was locked into a conversation with a notorious puck bunny who was practically throwing herself at him. And he was eating it up. Logan was listening to her, his head tilted down, his dark eyes locked onto her face with a focused stare that made your stomach violently turn over.
You froze, watching as the girl leant further into him. Her manicured hand slid up his bicep, her fingers scratching lightly against his arm as she whispered something into his ear. Her lips inches from his neck.
It infuriated you that Logan didnโt pull away. Instead, his eyes began to scan the room, clearly searching for something, or someone. His eyes stopped on you when he spotted you, still stood by the front door. The smile on his face vanished instantly. He pulled back from the puck bunny, his posture freezing as he took in the sight of you standing beside Lyle.
You gave him the coldest look you could muster before turning away. You pulled Lyle over to the makeshift bar, immediately pouring you both a heavy drink.
For the next two hours, you put on the performance of a lifetime.
You dragged Lyle to the living room floor and danced on him. You laughed way too loudly at a stupid joke that Garrett had made. You let Tucker convince you to line up a row of tequila shots, intentionally standing directly in Loganโs line of sight so he could see how much fun you could have without him.
But it was a miserable victory. He still didnโt approach you and he didnโt even look that bothered.
Eventually the heat of the house was too much. Ditching Lyle on the sofa, you slipped out into the cooler air of the backyard, heading toward the secondary bar area. You grabbed a bottle of water, pouring yourself a fresh drink, trying to stop your hands from shaking.
The sound of deep laughter had your shoulders squaring. You knew that laugh better than you knew your own name.
Logan and Dean walked over to where you were standing. The moment Logan noticed you there, alone, his laughter died. While he went silent, Dean got louder, shouting your name and pulling you into a hug.
Dean looked between the two of you. โSo,โ he drew out. โI take it weโre still going this miserable silent-pining thing then?โ
Both you and Logan snapped your heads toward him, glares locking onto him.
โGod, even your reactions are the same,โ he laughed. โI donโt know why you guys are looking at me like that.โ
โShut up, Dean,โ Logan mumbled.
โLook, you two either need to fuck and get it out of your system or just confess how you feel about each other. Itโs painfully obvious at this point.โ
โDean. Shut. Up,โ Logan practically begged.
It wasnโt lost on you that he didnโt deny anything to Dean.
โYouโll thank me for that later,โ Dean laughed, patting Loganโs shoulder before turning on his heel and walking back inside, leaving the two of you there.
You stared at Logan, waiting for him to say something, anything. to apologise. To clear the air. But, he didnโt. he just stood there, his eyes burning into yours.
You let out an annoyed sigh and turned to walk past him, done with the games.
His hand shot out, his finger clamping around your wrist. โWait, donโt go. Can we walk?โ
โAbout what, Logan?โ you snapped, trying to pull your hand back.
โDonโt be like that.โ
โIf you donโt like the way Iโm โbeingโ, you can go back to your girl.โ You gestured toward the house. โYou seemed real interested in her.โ
Logan looked down at you. You were stubbornly looking away, your jaw set, and you probably would have had your arms crossed if he didnโt have a vice grip on your wrist.
โHow much have you had to drink tonight?โ ย He asked suddenly.
โExcuse me?โ
โI saw you at the kitchen island with Tucker,โ he said, his grip firm but careful. โI saw the tequila. How much have you had?โ
โWhy are you asking me this?โ ย
At this point, you werenโt even being purposely defiant, you were just genuinely confused at the sudden shift in conversation.
โPlease, itโs important.โ For the first time in a long time, he really looked at you. You saw the plea in his eyes.
โFine, if you must know. I had like one drink, plus those shots.โ
โSo, how do you feel? Tipsy? Drunk?โ his eyes scanned your face, checking the focus of your pupils, needing to be absolutely sure.
โIโm not drunk, Logan. Why are you asking me this?โ
A visible wave of relief washed over him, his shoulders dropping slightly. โGood, come with me.โ
Without waiting for your response, his grip slid down from your wrist to capture your fingers. His palm felt cold against your warm one. He dragged you back toward the back door of the house, navigating the way through the crowd, and all the way up to his room.
Logan let go of your hand and stepped back, running a frustrated hand through his curls. He began to pace the length of his floor. โI need to say something and I just... I want you to hear me out.โ
โOkay...โ you said softly, going to take a seat on the edge of his mattress.
โI need to... I want to apologise to you.โ Logan stopped pacing to look down at you. โI didnโt realise I was hurting you.โ
โI donโt know what youโre talking about.โ Well, you did know. You knew exactly how heโd hurt you, but you couldnโt admit that.
โWith Sarah,โ Logan explained, stepping closer to you. โI was flirting with her because I was trying to get over you. I wasnโt purposely trying to make you jealous. Although, I wonโt lie and say Iโm not enjoying it just a little.โ
โI wasnโt jealous,โ you lied.
Your brain was choosing to ignore all the other things he said. While you werenโt drunk, you also didnโt have the brain capacity to try decipher what he was saying. What he really meant by โtrying to get over youโ.
He laughed, and God youโd missed that sound.
โI think you were jealous,โ he said. โAnd thatโs good cause it might mean youโll hate me a little less when I say this.โ
โLogan, Iโ.โ
โPlease, just let me finish,โ he interrupted softly, taking another step until he was towering over where you sat on the edge of his bed. โRemember in freshman year, you told me that story about the guy who got close to you in high school only cause he wanted to sleep with you?โ
You nodded, not a pleasant memory.
โI swear to you on my life, thatโs not what this is,โ Logan whispered. He sank down to his knees on the floor directly in front of you, bringing his face level with yours. โYouโre my best friend. The most important person in my life. I didnโt plan for this, it just happened. I justโ.โ
โYou what?โ You asked as he trailed off.
โI didnโt plan to fall for you,โ he confessed. โIt was so easy. Too easy, actually.โ
When you were silent, he continued rambling, โAnd Iโve been thinking about what I would do to you if I had the chance. Every single night, I think about it. So... thatโs why I was with Sarah. Iโm trying to block it out so I can be there for you how you need me to. Iโm sorry I couldnโt just be the friend you needed.โ
There was too much to process, your mind scrambled. It felt too good, too terrifying, too much like a fantasy youโd conjured up in the middle of a touch-starved night.
โLogan... how much have you had to drink?โ It was like you were trying to find a loophole, a reason to protect yourself just in case this was all a joke.
He smiled up at you. โUnfortunately, I am extremely sober. I could do with a drink, honestly.โ
You let out a deep breath. So, this was real?
โI think you should lock the door,โ you said, your tongue felt like lead in your mouth. โQuickly.โ
He scrambled up from the floor and practically ran to lock the door. When he turned back around, his breath caught in his throat.
You were sitting on the edge of his bed, your eyes locked onto his as your fingers slowly slipped the straps of your dress down over your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your waist.
โShow me,โ you commanded softly. โYou have the chance, show me what youโve been thinking about.โ
Standing up, you stepped out of your dress and shoes, the fabric pooling on the floor. You were about to take your bra off when Logan stopped you.
โNo,โ he said, voice thick with need. โI want to do that. Lie back on the bed.โ
Doing as you were told you, you got comfortable on the bed. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation as you watched him strip down to his boxers, his eyes never leaving yours.
Once bare, he climbed onto the bed and sat between your open legs. He leant over you, his palms resting flat on the mattress on either side of you. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with lust and adoration.
โIโve thought about this for so long,โ Logan whispered, his voice trembling slightly. โThere are so many things I want to do to you.โ
You reached up to rest your hands against his shoulders. It should have felt weird, the shift from being his friend, to thinking about him, to being here, under him. It didnโt. He looked down at you with the same expression he had been for a while, and you were sure your expression mirrored his. Maybe Dean was right, it was painfully obvious.
โCan I kiss you?โ Logan asked.
โYes, please,โ you plead.
He leant down slowly, so slowly that you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into you. While his every movement so far was dripping with patience, his kiss was anything but. The transition from his gentle hesitation to starved desperation was instantaneous.
As soon as your lips parted, he groaned deep in his chest as he swept his tongue along with yours. He caught your tongue between his lips, sucking on it heavily. His tongue slid back into your mouth, tangling with yours over and over as he demanded more from you.
Loganโs hand found your jaw, tilting your head to deepen the kiss.
Your fingers knotted deep into his curls, pulling him down closer, matching his desperate pace as a spark ignited deep in your stomach. ย
โShit,โ he shuddered, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and ground up into him, desperate for the friction.
You whined as he sat up and unwrapped your legs from him. โIf you keep grinding into me, Iโm going to cum in my boxers. Is that what you want?โ
Too dazed on the feeling of him, you couldnโt even tease him for the confession. โNo.โ
โRight,โ he said, โthen be patient.โ
โYes, Jonathon.โ
You giggled softly under him as he leant down again. His nose brushed slowly against your neck, inhaling deeply as he found the exact spot where you were the most sensitive. He parted his lips and bit down on the soft slope of your neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough.
A loud whine was dragged from your throat, your fingers digging into his thick biceps, as he bit down on you. his tongue swept over the bite before his lips locked onto the skin, sucking deeply enough to leave a semi-permanent mark.
Your head fell back against the pillow as he moved to the other side of your neck, feeling happily helpless against the marks he was bruising into your skin.
With one last kiss to the marks heโd etched into your skin, his kisses drifted downward. Logan took his time, his jawline grazing your collarbone as he pressed a kiss to the base of your throat. He used every touch, every kiss, to show you how badly he wanted you.
โYouโre so beautiful,โ he murmured between the trail of wet kisses he was leaving across your chest. โHow lucky am I, that I get to learn exactly how you like to be touched?โ
โLogan,โ you said breathily. You raised your chest slightly, a silent and desperate plea for him to keep going.
His hands slid up from beneath your waist. His palms were no longer cold; they blazed against your skin as he traced up your ribs, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His hands then moved to your back, his fingers finding the clasp of your bra.
Logan stopped, he kept his eyes on yours as he asked, โIs this okay?โ
When you nodded, he moved to unhook the clasp. It took him a few attempts to get it, not helped by the awkward angle with your back flat against the mattress and the way his fingers were shaking with anticipation. His nervousness only made this hotter for you. Once undone, he pulled the straps down over your shoulders, peeling the fabric off of you and throwing it onto the floor.
His gaze raked down your torso, taking you in completely.
For a split second, you wanted to wrap your arm over yourself, a sudden wave of vulnerability hitting you when you remembered that Loganโs never seen you like this before. But the way he looked down at you with breathless awe filled you with an intoxicating confidence.
With your bra out of the way, he leant down, this time his warm mouth closed over one of your erect nipples. He sucked softly at first, his tongue swirling in a slow and deliberate circle. Your nails dug into his back, scratching at the skin there as he rolled your other nipple between his fingers.
He hummed in satisfaction, encouraged by your reaction. He increased the pressure, his lips pulling at your nipple in tight suction as his thumb grazed over your other nipple in synch with his mouth.
โLogan, Iโm so wet.โ You loved this, loved the attention, but he was talking his time and, between your legs, you were aching for him. โI need you now, Logan. Please.โ
โOh, but thereโs so much more I need to do with you.โ Logan would be lying if he said he wasnโt right there with you, his dick was painfully throbbing between his legs, straining against the constraint of his boxers. He had ignored it, wanting to give you the attention you deserved.
โNext time,โ you whimpered.
โOkay, baby, whatever you need.โ Logan shifted slightly so he was straddling one of your legs. He kept his mouth on your nipple as he pressed his thumb to your clit through the cotton of your panties. He dragged his thumb down over your clothed folds, earning a loud moan from you.
โFuck, you are soaked.โ
Reaching down, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers. He helped you pull them down, wiggling out of them before he helped you wiggle out of your panties.
A thick lump in his throat formed as he spread your legs. โYouโre even more beautiful here than I imagined.โ
You felt your cheeks heat at the compliment, but he didnโt give you much time to think about it as his dick edged at your hole. He eased himself into you, only giving you a bit more once you fully stretched to accommodate him.
โIs this still okay?โ He said through clenched teeth as he bottomed out.
You hadnโt ever been stretched like this, the burn so good. โYes, Loge, feels so good.โ
With your confirmation, he began to move. He pulled out just as slowly as he went in, then drove his hips back into you. he did that a few times, relishing in the feel of your walls around his dick as he moved.
He manoeuvred you so that both of your legs were resting against his shoulders. The new angle had him reaching deeper into you with every thrust. Pulling back slowly, he watched your face as he thrust back in. his dick twitched within you as he watched you sharply inhale, your mouth falling partly open. ย ย ย
โTalk to me,โ he rasped. He could see you were enjoying it, but he needed to hear how wrecked the words were when they came out of your mouth. โKeep telling me what feels good.โ
There was so much you wanted to say, but instead you settled on, โThis. You. Everything.โ
He let out a dry chuckle as his thrusts increased in pace. His hand slipped between your legs, coating his fingers in your arousal before moving to your clit. Your hips bucked into his touch.
โYeah? You like that?โ
โI do,โ you sobbed.
All you could hear was the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as your vision faded to black. Every thrust now was hitting that soft spongy wall within you. ย ย
โYes! Right there~ donโt stop, Loge,โ you begged.
It felt like too much and not enough at the same time. He gasped, feeling you slowly expand and then tightly contract around his length. ย
You felt his hips falter, his orgasm quickly approaching. โYour pussy is perfect, baby. Iโm gonnaโ.โ
โFill me up, Loge,โ you begged, interrupting him so he didnโt even think about pulling out. โCum in me, please.โ
He let your legs drop from his shoulders as he pressed himself onto you so that you were chest to chest. He kissed you as he came into you, his thrusts turning into slow grinds of his hips.
As he came down from his high, he wiggled his hand between your bodies to circle at your clit again.
โIโm so close,โ you muffled into his shoulder. โKeep doing exactly that.โ
He listened, keeping the same pressure and intensity. You bit into his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you became a mess under the force of your orgasm. Your entire body buzzed as pleasure rippled through you.
Logan groaned against your neck as you squeezed around his softening dick. He lifted his head, eyes still dark and heavy, and pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he slowly slid out of you.
He rolled over, lying flat on his back with a deep exhale. Your body mourned the loss of him, already feeling cold without him surrounding you. a second later, he reached out and pulled you flush against his side.
โAs first timeโs together go... that was pretty...โ you trailed off, tracing a lazy circle on his chest.
โMind-blowing?โ He finished for you, a smug smirk playing at the corner of his lips.
You both laughed then. The sound was bright and easy. it felt so good to just laugh with him again.
โYes, mind-blowing. Round of applause to you.โ
You laughed again as you both started clapping in synch.
โWe can never let Dean know he was right by the way,โ Logan said as he turned his head to look at you.
โI mean, he probably knows. Knowing him, he was listening through the door the whole time,โ you retorted.
You were only half-being serious, but the thought made you both freeze. You simultaneously held your breath, eyes darting to the locked bedroom door, listening to see if you could hear the creak of the floorboards over the bass of the music. ย
When you heard nothing, you laid your head back on his chest, you knew you should get up and go to the bathroom, but you just wanted to be in this moment for a bit longer.
โWe should probably talk about this.โ He gestured vaguely between the two of you, his hand moving to rest on your waist. โLike... what this means. For us. For our friendship. Are you okay with everything that just happened?โ
โIโm more than okay, Logan,โ you whispered. โAnd we will talk about all of it. I promise. But can we do that tomorrow?โ
โYeah,โ he breathed, โtomorrow is fine. I just want to say that Iโve been your best friend for two years, and Iโm going to keep being your best friend if youโll have me. Iโll just also be the guy who loves you.โ
You lay in his arms for a little while longer, wanting to just stay in a world where John Logan loved you.
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The first thing Logan said when he caught you staring was not even a word.
It was a laugh.
Low. Breathless. Almost mean.
He was on the floor by the foot of the bed, shirt off, sweat running down the centre of his chest, fists planted against the hardwood because apparently regular push-ups were too gentle for whatever stupid hockey-boy conditioning routine heโd decided to put himself through at eleven at night.
Knuckle push-ups.
Because of course.
Because John Logan couldnโt just be hot in a normal, manageable way. No, he had to drop low with his back flexing, shoulders wide, forearms corded, biceps tightening every time he lowered himself until his nose nearly brushed the floor. He had to breathe through it, slow and controlled, jaw set like it didnโt cost him anything.
And you, idiot that you were, had forgotten to pretend you were reading.
Your book was open in your lap. Upside down because nuance and subtlety were flung out the window around the time when his shirt also was tugged off.
Logan noticed on rep thirty-two.
His eyes flicked up first, then his mouth curved, โreally?โ
You blinked, โwhat?โ
He pushed up again, arms locking, knuckles white against the floor, โbookโs upside down.โ
You looked down, โshit.โ
He laughed, dropped once more, then held himself there, body hovering inches above the floor, biceps full and tense and completely unfair, โYou staring at me?โ
โNo.โ
He pushed back up, his breath barely affected- only slightly deeper, more controlled in sharp puffs. His smirk when he returned to his starting position could only be described as horribly cocky, โliar.โ
โI was thinking.โ
โAbout my arms?โ
You shut the book.
Loganโs grin got worse.
That was twenty minutes ago.
Now your back was on the mattress, your thighs over his shoulders, and Loganโs arms were locked around your legs like he was proving a point with his entire body, โYou wanted to stare?โ he murmured against your inner thigh, โStare.โ
You could not. That was the problem. Your head was tipped back, one hand twisted in the sheets, the other locked in his hair while his mouth moved over you like he had all night and no intention of letting you survive it. His biceps pressed hard against the backs of your thighs, flexing every time you squirmed, every time his grip tightened to drag you back down to him.
โLogan,โ you breathed.
He hummed. The vibration hit your clit and made your hips jerk.
His hand slid up, palm flattening low on your stomach, โstay.โ
โCanโt.โ
โMhm,โ another slow lick, โyou can.โ
Your thighs shook around his head.
He loved it. You could tell he loved it by the way he smiled against you, by the way his fingers dug into your skin, by the way he kept making these low, pleased sounds that blurred into you more than words, โMmm. There?โ he asked, mouth still wet against you.
You nodded too fast.
His hand smacked lightly against your hip, โwords.โ
โYes.โ
He kissed your clit, soft enough to be cruel, โyes, what?โ
You tried to glare down at him, but his mouth opened over you again before you could form anything coherent, tongue dragging slow and flat, and the glare dissolved somewhere pathetic, โyes, there.โ
His eyes flicked up, โGood girl.โ
Your whole body clenched.
He felt it, โyeah?โ his voice was rough now, a little wrecked around the edges, "you like that?โ
โShut up.โ
He laughed against you.
You nearly came from that alone.
โMean,โ he murmured, โfor someone who was looking at my arms like she wanted to bite me.โ
โI did not.โ
โYou did,โ He shifted one arm higher, bicep bunching beside your thigh as he pressed you open with his shoulder, โyou were sitting there all quiet, squeezing your legs together.โ
Your face went hot, โlogan.โ
โWhat?โ He kissed you again, messy and open-mouthed, โyou think I donโt notice?โ
Your fingers tightened in his hair, โplease.โ
That did something to him.
His mouth stopped teasing. The next lick was firmer, slower, right where you needed him, and your breath broke into a soft, useless sound.
โThere she is,โ he said.
โLo.โ
โMhm?โ
โMore.โ
He groaned like the word hurt him. Then his arm shifted from your thigh, hand dragging down, two fingers pressing against you, slicking through the mess his mouth had made. He circled once, twice, watching your face the entire time.
โYouโre soaked.โ
You whimpered. His fingers pressed in slow, your back arched.
โFuck.โ
He smiled, but it was not smug anymore. It was hungry. Blown out. Like he had started this to tease you and ended up ruining himself with it too.
โThatโs it,โ he murmured, โtake โem.โ
Your hand flew from his hair to his bicep, nails digging into the hard muscle there as his fingers curled inside you, โoh-โ
He made another sound, almost a growl, and buried his mouth against you again.
It was filthy.
Wet.
Loud.
His tongue worked your clit while his fingers fucked into you, steady and deep, and you clung to his arm like it was the only thing keeping you anchored. The muscle flexed under your hand with every movement, hot and solid and so absurdly strong that your brain, already useless, managed only one thought.
Bite.
You did, mouth against the thick curve of his bicep, teeth sinking in lightly because you could not help yourself.
Logan froze.
For half a second, everything stopped. Then he pulled back just enough to look at you.
His mouth was wet. Chin shiny. Eyes dark enough to be dangerous, โdid you just bite me?โ
You released him slowly, โmaybe.โ
He stared. Then he laughed, low and disbelieving, and the sound made your stomach drop, โyouโre fucking unbelievable.โ
โYou said I wanted to.โ
โI was joking.โ
โI wasnโt.โ
Something snapped in his face.
Pure, awful heat.
His fingers curled harder inside you, and your mouth fell open, โyou wanna bite?โ he said, voice low, โfine. Bite.โ
โLogan-โ
He pushed his arm closer to your mouth and lowered his head again, โgo on.โ
Your thighs trembled around his shoulders.
His mouth touched you, โbite me while I make you come.โ
The sound that left you was embarrassing. He hummed like he liked it and went back down, you bit him again when he did, harder this time.
His groan vibrated straight through your clit.
โOh my God.โ
โMm?โ he hummed, still working you open on his fingers, โthat good?โ
โYes.โ
โYeah?โ
โYes, yes, f- Logan.โ
Your hand locked around his arm, mouth pressed to his skin, teeth scraping every time his fingers hit that place inside you that made the room tilt. He kept his pace brutal and perfect, tongue circling, sucking, flicking, then flattening again when your hips started to buck.
You were babbling now.
Not words, not properly.
Just little sounds and broken pieces.
โLo- yes- there, there, please-โ
He pulled his mouth away for one breath, โfor me?โ
You nodded frantically.
His fingers stopped.
You nearly sobbed.
โSay it.โ
Your eyes opened, wet and furious, โfor you.โ
His face softened for one second.
Just one.
Then his mouth was back on you, and he curled his fingers again, and you were gone.
Your orgasm hit hard, messy, thighs clamping around his head, teeth pressing into his bicep as you came with a muffled cry against his skin. Logan held you through it, arm flexed under your mouth, fingers still moving in slow, dragging strokes while his tongue worked you until you were shaking too hard to keep biting.
โLo,โ you gasped,โ too much.โ
He stopped instantly. Pulled back.
Pressed one last kiss to your inner thigh, then another, softer, right beside the first.
Your chest heaved. He crawled up your body like he had all the time in the world, mouth wet, hair wrecked from your fingers, a faint red mark blooming on his bicep where your teeth had been.
You stared at it.
He caught you, โseriously?โ he said, breathless.
You reached for his arm again.
He caught your wrist and pinned it gently to the pillow beside your head, โno.โ
You blinked up at him, โno?โ
โYouโre cut off.โ
โBut-โ
โYou bit me while I was eating you out.โ
โYou told me to.โ
โI know,โ His mouth brushed yours, and you tasted yourself on him, โthatโs why Iโm hard enough to die.โ
Your gaze dropped.
He laughed into your mouth, โyeah,โ he muttered, โnow you notice.โ
You lifted your hips against him, and his laugh broke into a groan.
โBaby.โ
โMhm?โ
โDonโt start unless you want me to finish.โ
You smiled, still dazed, still clinging to his wrist. Then you turned your face and kissed the inside of his bicep.
Logan closed his eyes, โfuck me,โ he breathed.
You grinned against his skin, โthought youโd never ask.โ
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โHoly shit,โ you mutter.
The flashcard drops back onto the bed as you drag both hands down your face, squeezing your eyes shut. You draw a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying to force your shoulders to relax. It doesnโt help.
Practice, film, lifting, classes, and another game this weekendโall of it piling up while youโre somehow supposed to memorize half a textbook too.
โI canโt do this,โ you hiss.
You snatch another card from the pile, reading the question twice before your mind goes completely blank. Nothing. Not even a guess.
โSeriously?โ
You toss it onto the bed with the rest, frustration bubbling up in your chest. You know this isnโt really about the flashcards. It hasnโt been for a while now.
Itโs every obligation stacking on top of each other until even something as simple as studying feels impossible.
You pull another card from the stack, forcing yourself to slow down. One question. Thatโs all.
โOkayโฆโ you whisper.
Your eyes scan the card once more before the answer finally clicks.
โAlright.โ
A win. Small, sure. But hey, itโs something. A smile tugs at your lips, real enough to crack the pressure thatโs been building all night.
For a second, it feels manageableโlike maybe you can actually get through this one card, then the next, then the next.
Your shoulders loosen just a fraction, tension easing as you let out another breath you didnโt realize you were holding.
Your phone buzzes on the mattress, and you look down at it, a text message from Coach about ice time and a delayed start throwing you off your schedule, and off your game for the moment.
The quiet stretches for a beat, the soft rustle of paper the only sound as your fingers hover over the next card, hesitating.
You grab it and flip it over, looking down at it, letting your eyes shut when you see a word you know you know. I mean, how could you not know this shit?
The doorknob twists.
Your head snaps toward the sound, wide eyes meeting Garrettโs the second he steps insideโfresh from the shower, damp hair pushed back messily from his forehead, a few strands still clinging to his temples.
Heโs in a loose gray t-shirt that hangs just right over his shoulders, dark shorts slung low on his hips. His skin still looks dewy, a little flushed, like he hasnโt been out of the locker room long.
โBaby?โ he chuckles, lifting an eyebrow in your direction. โYou okay?โ
โMhmmโฆ Yeah.โ You laugh weakly. โMโtrying to study. Iโm done. Iโm justโIโm fucked.โ The cards slip from your fingers, fluttering down to the comforter.
โYouโre not fucked,โ he sighs. โDidnโt hear my name gettinโ screamed outside your door now, did I?โ
Your lips pull to the side, fighting off a smile, heat blooming in your cheeks as he crawls onto the bed.
โPlus, youโre fully clothed, pretty,โ he mumbles, tilting in when he gets close enough, pressing a kiss to your neck. โFuckinโ hate that for me.โ
You giggle, turning into him a little more, feeling him smile into your skin, your body instantly sinking, hoping heโll crawl the rest of the way on top and pin you underneath him.
โWhere are you goinโ, huh?โ he asks, his voice deep and warm against your neck.
โI wanna be done,โ you whisper, tugging at the front of his shirt, seeing the space between you. A dark trail of hair and deep v-lines disappear below his shorts, his skin tanned and tight.
โDonโt wanna work anymore, huh? Why are you beinโ such a baby?โ he teases.
โAm not.โ
โAre too,โ he snickers. As you continue your childish back-and-forth, the stubble on his cheek scrapes lightly over your soft skin. โLet me help you.โ
โNot with this,โ you pout. Studying isnโt what you want from him. Right now, you just want him.
โThink I can help you with somethinโ else?โ He grabs your face, squishing your cheeks, kissing you tenderly.
โI know you can,โ you whisper.
โYou using me for my body right now?โ he teases, and you nod. โThank you.โ You giggle at his response, nails slipping around to rake up the broad expanse of his back. โBut itโs not gonna work.โ
โWhy?โ
โโCause we have a test tomorrow.โ
โForgive me for wanting my boyfriend.โ
โStop,โ he rasps with a warm laugh, letting his head fall heavy against your shoulder. โYouโre just beinโ a brat. Shitโs not gonna work with me.โ
โWhatever,โ you mumble.
โWhatever, huh?โ he asks as his rough finger slides a little further up your thigh, tracing under the hem of your shorts, making your hips shift. โSo sensitive, baby.โ
โGarrettโฆโ
โJust sayinโ,โ he whispers.
You slap your hands against the bed as he crashes down beside you. He scoops up a few neon cards, his grin widening as his big arm wraps behind your back, palm settling beside your hip.
He kisses your cheek, and you roll your eyes, rearranging the little stack in your hands.
โFor the record, Graham. A distraction would have been preferred,โ you whisper, leaning into him, that scowl playing on your lips, jerking away when he tickles you. โEnough,โ you scold, grabbing his wrist.
โJust gotta get you out of your head, baby,โ he hums before his attention gets pulled away.
Your phone vibrates on the mattressโa notification from a freshman player he recognizes flashes across the screen. Garrett grabs it off the bed, setting it aside before you can check it.
โI need to answer that.โ
โBullshit, you donโt.โ He gives you a side eye. โSee how attentive you were a minute ago? You got this. Just gotta focus on whatโs happening right here.โ
โMhmm,โ you hum bitterly. He reaches out, fingers wrapping around your jaw to turn you toward him.
โStudying isnโt half-bad with me, I promise.โ His plush lips meet yours, kissing you deeply, chuckling into the kiss when you chase his lips, not wanting to stop. "Ready?"
โNo,โ you whisper, sucking in a breath when his hand comes and rests on your upper thigh, squeezing down, making your thigh draw in, chills crawling up your spine. โDonโt you have class?โ
โNot for a bit,โ he answers. โStop fightinโ it, baby.โ
Garrettโs arm hooks around your waist, drawing you closer in his lap as you split his legs. You lean back into his broad chest, and he snuggles close, breathing you in for a moment.
โHow hard can this class be, baby? We got this,โ he mumbles against your skin, foregoing the annoying reality that most things come naturally to him. But he means it, the words sounding so earnest you canโt help but sigh.
โAlright,โ you whisper, flipping the first card in the deck.
He peers over your shoulder, lips resting on your skin, thumbs tracing along your bare thighs as you think. Your phone vibrates again, and his big arms wrap around your waist, fast holding you in place.
โDonโt,โ he stops you before you can start.
His arms soften when he feels you do the same, a hand coming up to draw you in, kissing you, soft and slow.
You relax, concentrating on his lipsโhow they feel against yours, soft and sweet. The warmth of his body surrounds you, guiding you to relax a little more against him.
โFocus, baby.โ
You shut your eyes, trying your best to clear your mind and settle into the task.
โOpsimath,โ you whisper.
โMhmm,โ he hums, the utterance buzzing against your skin. โRemember in class last weekโฆ Opsฤ sounds likeโฆโ
You think for a beat, recalling that term from the week prior, the scratchy chalk scraping against the board as he broke down the term, Garrett sneaking into the class late with two coffees in hand while the professor had his back turned. He smiled at you, handing you the drink, asking you what he missed.
โSounds like โoopsie,โโ you whisper. โYou say that when youโre late.โ
โAnd, manthanein, meansโฆโ he asks.
โTo learnโbecause you learn in math class.โ He growls with delight, making you smile. โSomeone who starts learning late in life.โ The words breathe out of you, and the tension you were holding in your shoulders falls.
โExactly.โ Garrett slides the next card to the front of the stack, holding it out in front of the two of you. โGo ahead,โ he murmurs, his lips brushing your shoulder as you settle against him again.
You study it for a second, your eyebrows pinching together before the answer slowly starts piecing itself together in your head.
โMetacognition,โ you whisper. โThinking about your own thinking.โ
โThere it is,โ he smiles warmly.
You feel his hand squeeze your thigh, your body melting back against his chest before he reaches for another card.
The next one comes quicker. Then the next. Then the next. By the fourth, youโre answering before he can even finish reading the definition, your confidence building a little more every time he smiles.
โTold you,โ he chuckles. โYou know more than you think you do.โ
You grin to yourself, a little proud now. โMaybe.โ
โNot maybe,โ he assures, thumb tracing another lazy path across your thigh while you search through the stack. Your eyes flick toward the nightstand when your phone chirps.
The rough pad of his thumb drifts just high enough to make your leg twitch beneath his hand. โGarrett,โ you laugh, your body drawing in, before you wiggle away.
โWhat?โ he asks, looking back at you like he has absolutely no idea what youโre talking about. โJust gettinโ my girl back on track.โ
โWell, knock it off,โ you grumble, snuggling back into him a little more.
โStop beinโ bad, and Iโll think about it.โ
โIโm not being bad.โ
โI mean, you got this shit in the bag,โ he gestures lazily to the cards. โFocus game needs a little work.โ A crooked smile pulls at his lips as he presses another kiss just below your ear. โAnd, youโre cute when youโre all jumpy.โ
โIโm trying to study.โ
โAnd youโre doinโ a damn good job, arenโt you?โ he praises, and the knot thatโs been sitting in your chest all evening doesnโt feel nearly as tight anymore.
Youโre still nervous about tomorrow, but the words arenโt swimming together anymore. Theyโre actually sticking.
Garrett hands you another card, and you answer it almost immediately.
โAtta baby,โ he praises.
โRewards?โ you ask, turning just enough to catch the sparkle in his eye. โDo I get a reward for that one?โ
His eyebrows lift and a smirk curls on his lips. โA reward?โ
โMhmm,โ you hum.
โWhat kinda reward are we negotiatinโ for here?โ
You pretend to think about it for a second, tapping the corner of the flashcard against your chin while your eyes drift over him. A little smile pulls at your lips before you look back at him.
โMaybe, just maybeโฆ I already know what I want. And so do you.โ
Garrett lets out a quiet laugh, already shaking his head. โYou are such a slut for me.โ
โYou thanked me for using you for your body, Garrett Graham. I think we both know who the slut is.โ
โValid.โ
โIโve had a stressful day, baby,โ you sigh. โA stressful week.โ
He smiles, softer this time. โI know.โ His fingers brush over your hip before nudging the next flashcard toward you. โYouโve got eight cards left, baby.โ
โThatโs too many.โ
โSo needy,โ he chuckles, settling another flashcard into your hand. โCโmon, pretty. Eight more.โ
You study it for a second, chewing lightly on the inside of your cheek before the answer comes to you with more confidence than the last one.
โSchema,โ you answer quietly. โMental framework that helps organize information.โ
Garrett glances down at the back of the card before a smile spreads across his face.
โSee?โ he hums, giving your hip a proud little squeeze. โAll in your head for what?โ
โThank you,โ you whisper, tilting toward him as he moves closer, kissing you softly. His nose brushes against yours, breathing softly with you.
โTake off your shirt.โ
"Huh?" you ask as your cheeks warm upโheart working a little faster. It's a request you've heard from him a million times, unexpected at this moment.
โYou heard me,โ he mumbles, warm and deep. โTake. It. Off.โ
You reach for the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head, tossing it to the side.
Garrett looks over your shoulder, his hold around you tightening as his lips press against your bare shoulder, a quiet hum of approval vibrating against your skin.
โFuck me,โ he sighs, taking you in for a second, pushing out a deep breath behind you. โBaby.โ His voice comes out needy, that strict program he was running since you tried to slip underneath him the first time seemingly crumbling away.
He strips off his shirt as well, big hands landing heavy on your legs with a playful clap, making your thighs draw together, but he pulls you open, smiling against your skin.
His palms rub and squeeze the inside of your thighs, your bare back pressing against his chest when you tilt closer. He breathes you in again, your soft body and sweet perfume smelling like heaven compared to the locker room heโd left before he got to your place.
The heat of his body wraps around you, the chill of his chain pressing against your spine. Garrettโs fingers drift higher, teasing the sensitive skin between your thigh and your panties with one hand, taking that top card off the stack with the other.
โKeep going,โ he mumbles. โDoing so fuckinโ good for me.โ
The next one doesnโt come quite as easily. Your eyebrows knit together while your eyes move over the word again, trying to pin it to a memory or a moment from class.
Garrett stays quiet, letting you work through it before he finally tips his head against yours.
โWhat do I tell you when Iโm coming over?โ he breathes, turning into you, making your chest tighten when his thumb moves higher, tracing over the lace between your thighs before he continues. โAnd Iโm runninโ late, but I fucking need you.โ The words scrape past his lips, making your body tingle.
โYou tell me youโre gonna take a shortcut.โ
โMhmm,โ he hums, chuckling when he feels how wet you areโthe subtle rock of your hips when he presses a little harder.
โA mental shortcut,โ you whisper, turning your chin toward him, his gaze falling to your lips as he waits for the rest. โThat helps you make decisions.โ
โHeuristic,โ he whispers, the corners of his lips tipping upward. โYou didnโt need me. You got this shit.โ
His hands slide to the band of your shorts, easing them down, nodding toward you to keep going. He groans as the material works down your thighs, leaving you in nothing but a bra and panties.
You shift over onto your hands and knees, already expecting him to take off his shorts too, and he chuckles, eyes locked on you as he tugs them over his hips, watching with a smile as you drag them down the rest of his strong thighs.
He adjusts slightly on your bed, looking back at you on your hands and knees. โCoโmere, baby,โ he murmurs, and you settle on top of his lap, resting your body on top of him.
His long, thick cock is trapped in cotton still, the swell of it stretching the material. He presses the stack of cards into your hand. His palms instantly find their place on your ass, grabbing two fistfuls of skin.
"Six more cards and not a lot of clothes left, baby? What are we gonna do about that?" he asks.
โIโm sure you can think of other rewards, Garrett Graham,โ you whisper. He reaches up, fingers tangling in your hair to pull you to his mouth.
He kisses you deeply, tongue sliding between your lips instantlyโhips rocking with the tempo of your kiss. โGot a few ideas,โ he murmurs. โThink you can get them all right for me?โ
His smile pulls along your lips when you whisper yes, his hand still gripping your hair, the other kneading your ass, coaching each drag of your hips on top.
He pulls back from the kiss reluctantly, tapping against the bed for a flashcard. โNeuroplasticity,โ he mumbles, licking his lips as his eyes fall to your lace-covered tits, knowing exactly where heโs going next.
โHockey rink in my mind,โ you whisper. โThis is the one I had locked in.โ
โYeah?โ he asks, his hands drifting up your spine. โTell me more.โ
โEvery time I step on the ice, Iโm running drills, skatinโ the same route; it gets easier.โ
โMhmm,โ he hums, his head tipping back against the headboard as his fingers pinch the clasp of your bra, waiting for the term.
โNeuroplasticityโฆ your brain adapts because you keep practicing.โ
Your bra falls away as he chuckles proudly, pulling you in as he lowers his lips, mouth wrapping around your nipple as his hand squeezes your breast in his big palm, the other slapping your ass.
Your head lulls back and his tongue flicks across your bud, letting you go with a pop, kissing up the curve of your breast, along your collarbone.
His tongue slides along your skin, making you shiver and throb, the man catching the necklace at your neck, snagging the metal between his teeth, the white gold chain connecting the two of you.
The dainty G charm slips from between his teeth, glinting as it falls back against your skin before he speaks. โHow come you never take this off, pretty?โ
You look down at it, smiling to yourself, remembering that night. โBecause you gave it to me.โ
โIf some other guy got you this, itโd just be another necklace.โ You nod slowly as he scowls playfully at the mere suggestion of itโthe scenario that he painted for you. โIt means somethinโ. Thatโs why your brain remembers it.โ
โSemantic encoding,โ you say. โI remember it by what it means, not just what it looks like.โ
His big arm wraps tight around you, hugging you close, as he lets out a deep breath. โThatโs my girl,โ he whispers, his strong, bare chest pushing flush to yours. โKnew you could do it.โ
He grabs your waist, lifting you until you're standing on top of your bed. His hands settle behind your thighs, drawing you closer, peeling the panties down your skin as you look back at him.
Garrett wraps his fingers around the band of his boxer briefs, tugging them down his thighs, his cock swinging free, slapping against his tanned skin as he pushes out a breath.
He wraps his fist around his dick, stroking slowly before looking up at you. โNext one?โ
His hold on the back of your thigh keeps you close, the other one working itself at a steady pace. Heโs got the next vocab word memorizedโheld on the tip of his tongue.
His palm runs up the back of your leg, breath catching in his chest. Your hand rests on the wall above your headboard, keeping you balanced.
โMine disappears when Iโm around you,โ he mumbles, dipping in to press a kiss against your thigh, lips lingering, the warmth of his breathing against your skin making your pussy throb.
โSelf-control?โ you whisper.
โExactly.โ
โExecutive function,โ you answer. โPlanning, focus, and self-control.โ He smiles and nods, humming out praise as he lifts your leg, foot resting on the wooden frame.
You gasp, a hand flying down to grab him, twisting in his curls as he kisses your clit. Your hips jostle, but his arms flex, forcing you to stay right where he wants you, moaning when you tug at his strands in sensitivity.
He laps at your slit like heโs starved, hand jerking his dick, getting off on the taste and the pathetic sounds that cry past your lips with each drag and twirl of his tongue.
โBaby, fuck,โ he hums into your pussy, the wet sounds of his working you over filling the room as the band in your belly tightens, your leg keeping you standing on the mattress, muscles trembling.
Your knees buckle as his lips lock down on your clit, sucking hard, making your eyes screw shut. โGarrettโGarrett, Iโm gonna cum,โ you whimper breathlessly, and he slaps your ass in response, drawing you as close as he can get you.
โFuck!โ You squeal when he dips his tongue in your entrance, the sensation sending you tumbling over the edge, your body fluttering around him as he works you through each wave of your orgasm, tongue-fucking you with no plans to stop until you soften completely.
Your body practically melts into his lapโhis lips quickly finding yours. He grabs your hand, guiding you to his stiff cock between you, wrapping your hand around his length, stroking with you for a moment.
โHow was that?โ he asks softly, handing over control.
โSo fucking good,โ you whisper, feeling his lips curl into a smile at your words.
โDonโt peek,โ he chuckles breathily against your mouth, peering away just enough to check the last three cards. โFuck, baby. These are easy.โ
โAre they?โ you ask, running a line of spit down to the head of his cock, your fist moving easily through the wet, making his eyebrows tug together.
โBetter get โem right,โ he smiles, his eyes falling a little hazier.
โI will,โ you whisper, feeling a little more confident now.
โNext one. Studying with me is way, way better,โ he mumbles as his hands rest on your hips. โAnd you sure as hell arenโt doinโ this.โ
โTransfer-appropriateโฆโ Your words trail away a little bit when you see his breathing getting a little quicker, your touch on his dick feeling a little too good.
โCome on, baby,โ he murmurs, nodding to you, his jaw clenching a little tighter. โWanna cum inside you but you gotta get it right.โ
โโฆProcessing?โ you whisper, and he stops your hand, the other coming up to grip your cheeks between his fingers, kissing you deeply. โPracticing it the way I'll actually have to use it.โ
โIโm so fucking proud of you, you know that?โ he sighs.
โYeah?โ you ask as you rise on your knees.
โMhmm,โ he breathes, holding his dick straight, tracing it along your soaked slit as you hover over him.
Your lips fall open when he pulls you down, the thick head of his cock stretching you wide, soothing the ache. He pulls you lower, your wet pussy sliding down each stiff inch until thereโs no space left between you.
He looks back at you, sitting with it for a moment, feeling the wet mess he made squeeze around himโhow perfect his hands fit, gripping your curves to keep you sat.
Garrett draws in a heavy breath before he speaks. โTwo more, baby.โ
โFucking finally,โ you mutter, and he snickers.
โWhat, youโre not enjoying this?โ he asks smugly, your wetness dripping down him.
โOf course I am,โ you whisper.
โRemember that away game I had last weekend? I got back to the hotel, and it was dark and quiet. All I could think about was thisโฆ and I texted you and told you. And what did you say to me?โ
โโฆI want you so bad.โ
โAnd?โ he mumbles.
โIโm wet,โ you sigh, the corners of his mouth tilting into a smirk as his cock moves inside you, just enough for you to feel it.
โAnd what did I say?โ
โShow me,โ you answer, remembering the picture you sent him seconds later.
โOf course I did,โ he mumbles, and your eyes fall, your brain going a little fuzzy when he starts rubbing slow circles on your clit with his thumb.
โDual coding theory,โ you smile with him as his touch on you grows quicker.
Your heart rate starts to climb, that orgasm that just claimed you minutes ago still simmering.
โElaborative rehearsal,โ the last card in the stack leaves your lips without being prompted at all, the only one you didnโt discussโthe definition literally all encompassed in this moment. Garrettโs forehead falls against yours, waiting for you to finish, just as desperate as you. โConnecting new things to what I already knowโโ
You gasp and squeal out his name, your body flung to your back, Garrett pinning you underneath him before you can even ask if youโre right.
Your eyes go wide, and your jaw drops as he slams into you in one hard thrust, your hands wrapping around him, nails sinking into his back.
He lets out a deep, drawn-out groan, pulling out just enough to see the wetness slicked all over his length, the thick tip of his dick making you gasp when he pushes in again.
โYes, baby,โ Garrett growls against your lips, feeling your body squeeze around him, fucking into you at a punishing pace, your pussy gripping him with each filthy stroke.
You tremble beneath him, sliding higher up the mattress with each rough snap of his hips, the headboard thumping against the wall as the bed creaks below.
The room fills with the sounds of pleasureโthe wet slap of skin against yours, his name leaving your lips in a choked cry, quiet praise humming past his lips into yours.
His hand slides down to grab your hip, hard enough to leave a bruise, his other palm resting by your head, gripping the sheet.
You pull him closer, locking your legs around his hips, forcing him deeper. Your eyes roll back in your head as he hits the perfect spot inside you.
โFeels too fuckinโ good,โ he mutters, his forehead falling to yours as his hips stutter.
Your walls clench around him, and he gasps against your lips, his pace quickening until your back lifts off the bed.
โYesโyes,โ you cry out, and he buries his face in your neck, teeth gritted as he cums with you, burying himself deep inside you with a strangled moan, thick ropes of his climax filling you as your name drips from his mouth in a fucked-out sigh.
He collapses on top, snuggling into you, the air around you hot and sticky. Both of you are laughing dizzily, his lips moving against yours in soft, breathless kisses.
โWeโre celebrating when you ace this shit tomorrow,โ he smiles against the corner of your mouth.
โPretty confident in me, Garrett Graham,โ you whisper.
โOf course I am,โ he whispers.
โWhat if I get an A?โ
โYou know you will,โ he hums into a kiss, sucking off your bottom lip. โYou gonna ask about another reward?โ
You giggle below him, and he laughs, pushing out a satisfied sound when your nails slide down his strong back.
โWell, shit.โ He lets out a soft sigh. โItโs gonna need to be pretty good, huh?โ
โMhmm,โ you mumble.
He smiles against your mouth, chuckling like the plan just clicked. โGuess youโre gonna have to ace it and find out, huh?โ
Hi! Loveee your writing. Currently obsessed with John Logan and was just wondering if I could request a quick blurb about him becoming captain? Reader is so proud of him and keeps calling him captain casually which he loves, at first is kinda shy but maybe when things turn a little bit heated and he getโs kinda dominant and gets his confidence about the whole thing whilst he gets praised for how good a job he does etc and makes her call him captain a lot in bed? Hope that makes sense
O Captain! My Captain!
โ๏ธ Warnings: suggestive language and touching
โ๏ธ Rating: Mature (๐). Semi-Smut.
โ๏ธ Words: 741
โ๏ธ AN: hiii lovely anon! i had to condense this down a lil to fit into a blurb, hope you still enjoyyyy xx
From the moment Logan 'casually' dropped the news that Garrett had picked him to be the next Hawks captain, you'd been 'casually' dropping his new title into conversation. โ"Morning, Captain." "How was class today, Captain?" "You look really hot, Captain."
โEvery single time, he would look away with a shy flush creeping up his neck, muttering for you to cut it out. But, for as much as he protested, you could also see the way his chest puffed out jussst a little every time you said the word.
โA few nights later, you were lying on your side, propped up by your elbow as your fingers trailed absentminded circles over his bare chest. โLogan was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling with one arm bent under his head, his jaw tight as his mind shouted in the quiet room.
โYou knew that look. The excitement had worn off and now, he was overthinking it all, letting the pressure get to him. You weren't going to have that.
โ"What's on your mind, Captain?" you whispered softly, your index finger drawing circles over his heart.
โLogan's sigh was louder, more dramatic, than he intended. He looked down from the ceiling, his eyes resting on you. He caught your hand for a second, his thumb tracing over the backs of your knuckles, before letting it go with a self-deprecating laugh.
โ"I just... I want to make sure I do this right," he muttered, looking back up. "Be the captain that they deserve."
โ"Hey, look at me," you said, softly but firmly. You shifted closer, your hand starting its journey over his chest again. "You were a captain long before that 'C' got stitched onto your jersey."
โ"You really think so?" His voice was thick with stubborn self-doubt.
โYour hand trailed lower, tracing the firm line of his abs beneath the sheets. "I've never seen anybody more dedicated when their mind is set on something. You always lead by example. Communication skills? A1. You're an amazing player, and... you look hot doing it."
โ"I'm not sure looking hot is a requirement for captain," he laughed, his chest rumbling beside you.
โShifting closer until your chest pressed against his side, your breath fanned his neck as your hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking him.
โ"Maybe not officially." Your voice dropped seductively, your lips brushing against the skin right under his jaw. "But it's definitely a perk for your biggest fan. I'm so proud of my captain." You paused, the corner of your mouth lifting into a playful smirk as your eyes met his. "Besides, we already know how great you are at taking the lead."
โBefore you could wrap your hand around his hardening erection, Logan rolled over, shifting until his weight was fully pressed onto you. He barely gave you a second to react before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of his boxers and pinning your hand firmly to the mattress beside your head.
It's like something snapped inside of him, the sound of you calling him captain in this way echoing through his head.
โ"Oh, captain..."
โHe leant down and kissed you.
โIt wasn't like the soft kisses he had given you earlier. It was demanding and all-consuming, his tongue slipping past your lips with an intense hunger that made your head spin.
โWhen he finally pulled back, you fought to catch your breath, completely dazed. His free hand immediately slipped between your legs, finding the slick dampness waiting there for him.
โYour hips bucked up into his touch. "Fuck, feels so good, captain."
โHis fingers glided through your wetness, intentionally avoiding your throbbing clit. "You like how it feels, baby?" The words came out as a growl, sending shivers down your spine.
โ"Yes," you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut. "More. Please, Loge."
โ"Ah, ah," he tutted. His thumb applying a sudden pressure to your clit, making your toes curl. He leant down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand kept moving between your legs. "Youโll address me by my proper title."
โ"Captain," you whimpered, hips bucking helplessly into him. "Captain, please."
He let out a satisfied him as he shifted, sliding down the mattress until he was sat between your legs.
โNow, be a good girl for your captain,โ he murmured, his hands gripping your inner thighs to push them wide, โand spread those pretty legs of yours for me.โ
Hi! Loveee your writing. Currently obsessed with John Logan and was just wondering if I could request a quick blurb about him becoming captain? Reader is so proud of him and keeps calling him captain casually which he loves, at first is kinda shy but maybe when things turn a little bit heated and he getโs kinda dominant and gets his confidence about the whole thing whilst he gets praised for how good a job he does etc and makes her call him captain a lot in bed? Hope that makes sense
O Captain! My Captain!
โ๏ธ Warnings: suggestive language and touching
โ๏ธ Rating: Mature (๐). Semi-Smut.
โ๏ธ Words: 741
โ๏ธ AN: hiii lovely anon! i had to condense this down a lil to fit into a blurb, hope you still enjoyyyy xx
From the moment Logan 'casually' dropped the news that Garrett had picked him to be the next Hawks captain, you'd been 'casually' dropping his new title into conversation. โ"Morning, Captain." "How was class today, Captain?" "You look really hot, Captain."
โEvery single time, he would look away with a shy flush creeping up his neck, muttering for you to cut it out. But, for as much as he protested, you could also see the way his chest puffed out jussst a little every time you said the word.
โA few nights later, you were lying on your side, propped up by your elbow as your fingers trailed absentminded circles over his bare chest. โLogan was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling with one arm bent under his head, his jaw tight as his mind shouted in the quiet room.
โYou knew that look. The excitement had worn off and now, he was overthinking it all, letting the pressure get to him. You weren't going to have that.
โ"What's on your mind, Captain?" you whispered softly, your index finger drawing circles over his heart.
โLogan's sigh was louder, more dramatic, than he intended. He looked down from the ceiling, his eyes resting on you. He caught your hand for a second, his thumb tracing over the backs of your knuckles, before letting it go with a self-deprecating laugh.
โ"I just... I want to make sure I do this right," he muttered, looking back up. "Be the captain that they deserve."
โ"Hey, look at me," you said, softly but firmly. You shifted closer, your hand starting its journey over his chest again. "You were a captain long before that 'C' got stitched onto your jersey."
โ"You really think so?" His voice was thick with stubborn self-doubt.
โYour hand trailed lower, tracing the firm line of his abs beneath the sheets. "I've never seen anybody more dedicated when their mind is set on something. You always lead by example. Communication skills? A1. You're an amazing player, and... you look hot doing it."
โ"I'm not sure looking hot is a requirement for captain," he laughed, his chest rumbling beside you.
โShifting closer until your chest pressed against his side, your breath fanned his neck as your hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking him.
โ"Maybe not officially." Your voice dropped seductively, your lips brushing against the skin right under his jaw. "But it's definitely a perk for your biggest fan. I'm so proud of my captain." You paused, the corner of your mouth lifting into a playful smirk as your eyes met his. "Besides, we already know how great you are at taking the lead."
โBefore you could wrap your hand around his hardening erection, Logan rolled over, shifting until his weight was fully pressed onto you. He barely gave you a second to react before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of his boxers and pinning your hand firmly to the mattress beside your head.
It's like something snapped inside of him, the sound of you calling him captain in this way echoing through his head.
โ"Oh, captain..."
โHe leant down and kissed you.
โIt wasn't like the soft kisses he had given you earlier. It was demanding and all-consuming, his tongue slipping past your lips with an intense hunger that made your head spin.
โWhen he finally pulled back, you fought to catch your breath, completely dazed. His free hand immediately slipped between your legs, finding the slick dampness waiting there for him.
โYour hips bucked up into his touch. "Fuck, feels so good, captain."
โHis fingers glided through your wetness, intentionally avoiding your throbbing clit. "You like how it feels, baby?" The words came out as a growl, sending shivers down your spine.
โ"Yes," you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut. "More. Please, Loge."
โ"Ah, ah," he tutted. His thumb applying a sudden pressure to your clit, making your toes curl. He leant down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand kept moving between your legs. "Youโll address me by my proper title."
โ"Captain," you whimpered, hips bucking helplessly into him. "Captain, please."
He let out a satisfied him as he shifted, sliding down the mattress until he was sat between your legs.
โNow, be a good girl for your captain,โ he murmured, his hands gripping your inner thighs to push them wide, โand spread those pretty legs of yours for me.โ
Hi! Loveee your writing. Currently obsessed with John Logan and was just wondering if I could request a quick blurb about him becoming captain? Reader is so proud of him and keeps calling him captain casually which he loves, at first is kinda shy but maybe when things turn a little bit heated and he getโs kinda dominant and gets his confidence about the whole thing whilst he gets praised for how good a job he does etc and makes her call him captain a lot in bed? Hope that makes sense
O Captain! My Captain!
โ๏ธ Warnings: suggestive language and touching
โ๏ธ Rating: Mature (๐). Semi-Smut.
โ๏ธ Words: 741
โ๏ธ AN: hiii lovely anon! i had to condense this down a lil to fit into a blurb, hope you still enjoyyyy xx
From the moment Logan 'casually' dropped the news that Garrett had picked him to be the next Hawks captain, you'd been 'casually' dropping his new title into conversation. โ"Morning, Captain." "How was class today, Captain?" "You look really hot, Captain."
โEvery single time, he would look away with a shy flush creeping up his neck, muttering for you to cut it out. But, for as much as he protested, you could also see the way his chest puffed out jussst a little every time you said the word.
โA few nights later, you were lying on your side, propped up by your elbow as your fingers trailed absentminded circles over his bare chest. โLogan was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling with one arm bent under his head, his jaw tight as his mind shouted in the quiet room.
โYou knew that look. The excitement had worn off and now, he was overthinking it all, letting the pressure get to him. You weren't going to have that.
โ"What's on your mind, Captain?" you whispered softly, your index finger drawing circles over his heart.
โLogan's sigh was louder, more dramatic, than he intended. He looked down from the ceiling, his eyes resting on you. He caught your hand for a second, his thumb tracing over the backs of your knuckles, before letting it go with a self-deprecating laugh.
โ"I just... I want to make sure I do this right," he muttered, looking back up. "Be the captain that they deserve."
โ"Hey, look at me," you said, softly but firmly. You shifted closer, your hand starting its journey over his chest again. "You were a captain long before that 'C' got stitched onto your jersey."
โ"You really think so?" His voice was thick with stubborn self-doubt.
โYour hand trailed lower, tracing the firm line of his abs beneath the sheets. "I've never seen anybody more dedicated when their mind is set on something. You always lead by example. Communication skills? A1. You're an amazing player, and... you look hot doing it."
โ"I'm not sure looking hot is a requirement for captain," he laughed, his chest rumbling beside you.
โShifting closer until your chest pressed against his side, your breath fanned his neck as your hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking him.
โ"Maybe not officially." Your voice dropped seductively, your lips brushing against the skin right under his jaw. "But it's definitely a perk for your biggest fan. I'm so proud of my captain." You paused, the corner of your mouth lifting into a playful smirk as your eyes met his. "Besides, we already know how great you are at taking the lead."
โBefore you could wrap your hand around his hardening erection, Logan rolled over, shifting until his weight was fully pressed onto you. He barely gave you a second to react before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of his boxers and pinning your hand firmly to the mattress beside your head.
It's like something snapped inside of him, the sound of you calling him captain in this way echoing through his head.
โ"Oh, captain..."
โHe leant down and kissed you.
โIt wasn't like the soft kisses he had given you earlier. It was demanding and all-consuming, his tongue slipping past your lips with an intense hunger that made your head spin.
โWhen he finally pulled back, you fought to catch your breath, completely dazed. His free hand immediately slipped between your legs, finding the slick dampness waiting there for him.
โYour hips bucked up into his touch. "Fuck, feels so good, captain."
โHis fingers glided through your wetness, intentionally avoiding your throbbing clit. "You like how it feels, baby?" The words came out as a growl, sending shivers down your spine.
โ"Yes," you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut. "More. Please, Loge."
โ"Ah, ah," he tutted. His thumb applying a sudden pressure to your clit, making your toes curl. He leant down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand kept moving between your legs. "Youโll address me by my proper title."
โ"Captain," you whimpered, hips bucking helplessly into him. "Captain, please."
He let out a satisfied him as he shifted, sliding down the mattress until he was sat between your legs.
โNow, be a good girl for your captain,โ he murmured, his hands gripping your inner thighs to push them wide, โand spread those pretty legs of yours for me.โ
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