only you
john logan x female reader
part 2 of jealous type - based on this request
summary: reader sees logan flirting with another girl and attempts to get back at him. they end up arguing and feelings finally come to the surface…
warnings: 18+, jealousy, angst, making out, grovelling (i tried), (lowkey) talkative/teasing during sex, fingering, protected piv, both have a praise kink (good boy/girl used), no use of y/n
wc: 1.9k (before the page break) or 4.1k (the whole thing)
an: you can stop reading at the page break (~) if u don’t want smut 🫰🏼the story still feels complete enough (also sorry this was so late i’ve been travelling and im literally uploading this from a plane lmaoo hope it was worth the wait tho ❤️🔥)
Somehow, it’s been another few days of limited interactions between me and Logan even after the best sex of my life. I really shouldn’t have believed a word he said while we were in bed. I’m tired of this back and forth, especially now that it’s become impossible to deny how much I want him.
So, here I find myself wandering into one of the many casual house parties thrown by the hockey boys, failing to ignore that the last time I walked through these doors was with Logan trailing behind me, ready to give me whatever I wanted.
It’s quieter than I expected. Music hums in the background, filling in the lack of conversation when needed, but not loud enough to overpower the hum of chatter. It’s also more intimate than I expected: smaller groups of people huddled in different parts of the house, as opposed to sweaty bodies on bodies.
I imagine it’s only this quaint because it’s the middle of the week and the boys didn’t feel like hosting (and then cleaning up after) half of the campus population. To fit the casual setting, I’m wearing jean shorts and a tight black t-shirt. Not too much, but still enough potential to get Logan’s attention.
I can’t believe I’m in this situation. It’s pathetic, honestly.
Scanning around the living area, my eyes instantly find Logan, my stomach churning at what I see. Some girl is pressed up against him, laughing exaggeratedly—and he’s entertaining it. My head is spinning, anger beginning to course through my veins. One of his arms is wrapped around the girls waist, holding her close.
I force myself to look away, unsure of what stupid things I might do if I let myself watch them any longer. As if by divine intervention, my gaze immediately finds a guy that isn’t half bad.
May as well give Logan a taste of his own medicine.
I notice him talking with Dean, so I decide to use the mutual friend to my benefit. Quickly fixing my hair, I walk over to the two guys sitting on the couch—it’s across from the dining table, which is where Logan is standing. Perfect view.
“Hey, Dean,” I smile, feigning innocence before dropping onto the couch next to the guy that isn’t half bad.
Up close, maybe he’s more than half bad…
I notice Dean suppressing his confusion as he returns a quiet, “Hey.”
Turning my attention to the guy next to me, I ask, “How come I’ve never seen you around before?”
“I’m not much of a party guy,” he shrugs before his eyes flick over my body. “Glad I pulled up today, though.”
I hide my mild discomfort, even though I hate it if anyone other than Logan looks at me the way this guy is right now. Instead, I introduce myself while reaching to shake his hand. His strong grip engulfs my outstretched palm.
“I’m Jake,” he smiles. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Okay, I guess I’ll leave you two alone,” Dean says awkwardly, slipping away from the area.
My eyes slightly follow him, catching sight of Logan in my peripheral vision. He’s finally noticed my presence in the house, as Dean walks right up to him, possibly telling him about the interaction he just witnessed. Before letting my gaze linger for too long, I look back at Jake.
“So, what’s your major?” he asks.
And the small talk begins.
There is nothing I hate more than small talk.
It was never like that with Logan. Conversations just flowed easily—at least, when he wasn’t ignoring my existence. I find myself drifting in and out of a state of disassociation, answering questions and offering follow-ups on autopilot.
After a few minutes of talking, I realise that Jake actually seems to be a nice guy. Under any other circumstances, I would happily go out with him. He has genuine humour that makes me laugh, despite my current dilemma. At some point, his hand found its way to rest on my bare thigh, and I welcomed the warm feeling. Not long after, I noticed Logan approaching us.
I can’t decide if I’m relieved or even more frustrated.
“Jake, I think Dean’s looking for you,” he states bluntly, barely sparing him a glance.
“Oh,” Jake looks over at me. “See you around, I guess.”
“See you,” I smile as he walks away, ignoring Logan’s stare that bores into me.
“What the fuck was that?” Logan asks, his tone accusatory.
I blink, completely dumbfounded. “What?”
“That!” he gestures to where Jake was previously sitting, frustration bleeding from his demeanour. “Don’t play dumb, you know what I mean.”
Standing up, I step closer to him, pushing a finger into his chest. “You have too much fucking audacity. I cannot believe you.”
I attempt to push past him, but his strong hand finds my wrist.
“Ow, what the fuck?” I try wriggling out of his grip, but it’s too tight.
Without looking back at me, Logan begins to drag me upstairs, towards his room. I throw out the occasional objection, but ultimately welcome the opportunity to argue with him in private.
We reach his room and he pulls me in, finally releasing my wrist and slamming the door behind us.
“Why the fuck do you think you have a right to be angry?!” I ask harshly, irritation lacing my tone.
“I—”
I cut him off before he could reply, “No. You don’t get to talk right now, just shut up and listen to me.”
He crosses his arms, holding back whatever frustration he’s feeling and I continue, “I walk into here not three days since we fucked—you remember that? Us fucking? Cause it was a big deal to me!—and I see you with another girl’s hands all over you.”
He grimaced, breaking eye contact to look at the floor.
“Now you can’t even fucking look at me?!” I say, borderline hysterical.
At that, his eyes found mine again, guilt glinting through them.
“Three days since you were inside of me saying you were, and I quote, ‘mine’. ‘Only mine’,” my voice begins to break.
Logan’s face twists in regret and he stops closer to me, reaching out a comforting hand. I move further away from him, tears beginning to blur my vision.
“I can’t do this, Logan.”
“What?” he whispers, voice scared.
“I can’t keep going back to acting like we don’t exist to each other after we fuck,” I say, quieter now, stray tears slipping out. “I like the sex but it means nothing without you. I like you, Logan. You’re just too busy with other girls to notice.”
I push past him towards the door, slowly realising the gravity of the feelings I just admitted. His hand grabs my wrist, mirroring the same action from earlier. Holding me back from the door, he pulls me towards him and kisses me. He wipes my tears gently with his thumbs, caressing my cheeks, his mouth still soft on mine.
I melt into the kiss, all of my frustration dissipating, giving way to my pure need for Logan. My arms wrap around his neck, pulling him close.
“I’m sorry,” he begins to mumble between quick kisses. “I’m sorry.”
Sliding his hands down my body, he drops to his knees, holding me close by my hips. He presses his face into my stomach and I move a hand to tilt his chin up to look at me. His eyes are glassy, his expression remorse incarnate.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers again. “I just get so scared when things get real. And it’s so real with you. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Shifting his face, he presses a kiss to my palm that holds him.
“That doesn’t explain why you’re flirting with other girls,” I say, finally coming to my senses and stepping backwards.
His hands slip away from me, falling to rest on his knees. Brown doe eyes stare up into mine, uncertainty written all over them.
“On top of that, you get mad at me for just talking to another guy!” I continue, my anger returning steadily.
“He had his hand on your thigh!” Logan counters.
“So?! I liked how it felt. It was friendly. He was friendly,” I state almost unconvincingly, before deciding just how to hit Logan where it hurts. “At least he isn’t scared to show me affection in public.”
Something unrecognisable flickers in Logan’s eyes. Hurt? Shame? Anger? Maybe all three.
“Baby, I—”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’,” I snapped, cutting him off.
“Please—”
I turned and left his room before he could finish. Tears threatening to fall once more, I walked towards the front door as fast as I could. Logan’s footsteps follow not far behind me, along with the occasional shout of my name in an attempt to stop me. He continues following me through the living room, the party, and out the front door, everyone watching be damned.
As the cold breeze envelopes me, Logan finally catches up to me, saying my name once more as he stops me by holding my arm.
“Please, wait.”
“What, Logan? What more could you possibly say?”
“Tell me what it’ll take for you to forgive me. Tell me anything and I’ll do it. Please, I want you so bad. I’m so sorry I fucked this up.”
I look at him for a moment, considering his words, “Why do you do it? Worship me in bed and then treat me like nothing everywhere else?”
“I don’t mean to, sweetheart,” he starts, thumb caressing my arm where he’s still holding me. “I’m just so scared that you won’t like the real me. Who I am outside of those stolen moments. You don’t know anything about who I really am.”
“I won’t unless you let me in, Logan,” I interrupted him. “Let me decide for myself. I want you to tell me everything about you. I want to know it all, the good and the bad.”
“And then you’d forgive me?”
“Maybe.”
“Fuck, you don’t even realise how much power you have over me,” he chuckles sadly. “I would do anything for you. Even if it pushes you away from me.”
“Opening up won’t push me away from you, John.”
His eyes flick to mine.
“I like it when you call me John.”
“That’s your name.”
“You know what I mean.”
A smile escapes me despite myself. “Fuck you.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he says, lips curving into a smirk,
“Oh my God, John!” Giggles escape my throat despite my best attempts to suppress them.
He moves closer to me, pulling me close by my waist. The warmth of Logan’s hands is soothing in the cold night. My hands rest on his biceps, slightly begrudging to show him he’s not forgiven.
“See, baby? We work so well together,” he tilts his head, speaking slow as if approaching a stray animal. “Please just give me a chance.”
I search his face, eyes flicking nervously to see any signs of insincerity. There are none.
The soft look in his eyes touches my very soul. I fight back tears as I take in the sight of him. Silky hair framing his face, a light stubble shading his jaw and cheeks, the chestnut colour of his irises. He is my image of heaven. How could I say no to that?
I point a finger at him, “You’re telling me everything about you before I agree to anything.”
“Done.” He grins.
We stand there in front of the house, grinning like idiots for a minute before Logan presses a kiss to my forehead, takes my hand, and leads me back inside. Everyone watching be damned.
~
An hour later, me and Logan are lying in his bed together, his arms wrapped around my waist, head resting on my chest. My fingers are gliding through his hair, massaging and playing with the curled locks. Our legs are tangled together, the soft hum of music still seeping through the floorboards from downstairs.
Logan has just finished telling me everything he could possibly remember about himself, and I shared a lot too. I kiss the top of his head, suddenly feeling so much more protective of the jacked hockey player currently curled around me like a koala than I should.
“Your mom sucks,” I say, finally breaking the peaceful silence.
“Yeah,” he chuckles humourlessly, “I know. The only reason I still kinda care is because Jules does. They really believe Mom will get better but… I lost hope a long time ago.”
Kissing his head once more, I reply, “I’m so sorry, baby.”
He looks up to meet my eyes, smiling sadly. I lean down and press a kiss to his lips, moving one hand to hold his face, my thumb mindlessly starting to caress his cheek. Pulling back I rest my forehead against his.
“Does this mean you’re giving me a chance?” he asks, meeting my eyes with his hopeful ones.
“Yeah, I guess it does,” I nod.
My smile is disrupted by Logan pressing his lips to mine again, more passionately than before. Shifting his weight, he moves to hover over me, pressing into the mattress next to me for support. One hand cups around my face, caressing me as he holds me close. I wrap my arms around him, keeping his body flush against mine, the warmth making me tingle. His tongue slips into my mouth, a small sound escaping my lips as a result.
Shifting his kisses down to my jaw, he mumbles against my skin, “I hated seeing the way that guy touched you.”
He starts sucking and biting my neck, before mumbling some more, “And I hated the way he was looking at you. He doesn’t deserve to look at you like that.”
I can’t help the laugh that escapes me. “Oh my God, look who’s jealous now!”
Pulling away, he stares down at me, amusement slipping into his expression. “You have me so fucked up, baby. I’ve never been like this before.”
“Yeah, right,” I scoff. "You’ve probably been on your knees for, like, fifty girls.”
He shakes his head. “No, just you.”
“Logan, there’s no need to try to impress me,” I reply, disbelieving of his words. “I already said I gave you a chance.”
“I’m being serious. You’re the only girl I have ever, and will ever get on my knees for.”
I blink, registering his serious expression. “W-What?”
“Why does that surprise you?” he chuckles, now sitting up to properly talk to me.
I don’t know why, but it turns me on so much.
Slowly sitting up and finding my words, I reply, “I don’t know… it just seems so natural with me, I assumed you do it all the time.”
He shakes his head, smiling. “It’s only you, baby.”
Unable to keep myself off him any longer, I crash my lips onto his, possessive and desperate. Logan meets me with the same passion, holding my waist while I move to straddle him. Sighing into his mouth, I part my lips, letting our tongues move against one another. My fingers slide back to hold him by the hairs at the nape of his neck, keeping him close. His kisses move to my neck once more, stopping to nibble at the perfect spot.
“I love knowing you’re all mine,” I breathe.
He mumbles a response against my skin, “I love being all yours.”
I reach my hands down and begin tugging Logan’s shirt up. Understanding the cue, he swiftly rips it off with one arm before helping me pull off my own. He pauses, glancing between my eyes and still-covered chest.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he practically moans, sliding his hand to the clasp of my bra. “Is this okay?”
I nod, pulling him back in for a kiss but he stops me, instructing, “Words, baby.”
Whining in frustration I reply, “Ugh, John, yes. Just hurry up and fuck me already.”
“Someone’s bossy,” he teases.
“When am I not?” I retort, pressing my lips back to his smirking ones while he takes off my bra.
Grabbing my hips, Logan flips us over so I’m lying on the bed, him hovering over me. He kisses down my chest, fingers teasing my nipples, and continues until his mouth hovers at the top of my shorts. His long fingers unzip my shorts before I lift my hips to help him pull them off, along with my panties. Unprompted, I spread my legs while Logan leans back, unbuckling his belt. Eyes unable to look away from the centre of my parted legs, his movements falter. Abandoning his jeans mid-unbuttoning, he crawls back on top of me, eyes hungry.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he mumbles, lips closing in on mine. “Can’t keep my hands off you.”
As if on cue, his fingers slip down to graze my clit, making me gasp. Continuing to press kisses around my face and neck, he moves lower, sliding his fingers through my wetness.
“Don’t be a tease,” I sigh deeply, itching for more of Logan’s touch. “Be a good boy and put your fingers inside me.”
Groaning at the sound of the pet name, his fingers finally slip into me. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
Hips rolling into him instinctively, I clench around Logan’s fingers, making him hum, “You’re taking my fingers so well, baby.
His movements become more purposeful, fingers going knuckle-deep inside me. My nails begin to claw at his back while his mouth presses sloppy kisses along my jaw. Curling his fingers, he grazes my g-spot perfectly, my back arching intensely as a deep moan escapes my throat.
“Just like that, fuck, yes,” I continue to moan, blinded by pleasure.
Logan pulls back from kissing me, instead watching me lose any remaining composure as his fingers continue to move inside me. I can feel the coil begin to tighten deep in my stomach as I near my climax.
“Do you like how my fingers feel inside of you?” he hums.
“Mhm,” I whimper, my thoughts scattered, eyes rolling back.
“Yeah? They’re all yours, sweetheart,” he coos, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
The reassurance makes me moan, the tingling feeling in my core intensifying.
“I’m— so close,” I managed to speak through heavy breaths.
Leaning close to my ear, Logan replies, “That’s right, gorgeous. Come on my fingers.”
His words and warm breath on my skin send shivers down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge. Rubbing his thumb over my clit, he gives me that extra bit of stimulation I needed. I finally come, shouting Logan’s name into the dim room. He slows his fingers, removing his thumb from my now-sensitive clit as he eases me through my orgasm.
Pressing open-mouthed kisses all over my face, his fingers slowly slide out of me, making me gasp. Leaning back, he licks my arousal off him, before moving down to kiss me again.
“You okay?” he mumbles against my mouth.
“Perfect, actually,” I reply, smiling through the kiss.
Lips still moving against one another, I drag my hand down Logan’s bare torso, tracing the lines of his abs before grazing his erection through his jeans. Whimpering into my mouth, he pulls back from the kiss.
“I’m gonna make a mess in these pants if you don’t help me out,” he chuckles.
I hum, smiling in slight amusement.
“Come here, handsome,” I mumble, holding his jaw to pull his mouth back to mine.
My hands move to pull off Logan’s jeans, and he quickly stands to discard them on the floor. Still at the foot of the bed, he's standing wearing nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. If there was a way to keep those on while having sex, I would opt for that because somehow, they make him look ten times hotter.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Logan teases, snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I might just,” I smirk, crawling towards him.
Getting on my knees at the edge of the bed, my lips find his again, biting his bottom lip slightly before slipping my tongue into his mouth. I palm him through the fabric of his boxers, making him whimper against my mouth.
“Can I fuck you now?” he begs, voice gravelly as his firm grip slides from my waist to my hips. “I’ve been so good for you.”
He kisses lower and lower, waiting for my response while I catch my breath.
“Yes,” I breathe. “Fuck yes, please.”
Wasting no time, he abandons his boxers on the floor, gently pushing me back onto the bed. His bare skin brushes against mine, flushed and warm. He presses quick kisses wherever he can, before leaning to grab a condom from his bedside table. Ripping the packet with his teeth, he rolls it on, eyes not once leaving mine.
His voice comes out rough and deep, “It’s your turn to be good for me, alright?”
I nod and he moves back to hover over me, dipping his head down to kiss my neck. He uses one hand to glide the tip of his dick slowly through my folds. I sigh at the contact while Logan suppresses a groan.
“So wet for me,” he whispers, kissing me sloppily.
“Please, Logan,” I whine in response, growing desperate for him.
“What happened to calling me ‘John’?” he asks, pouting playfully.
“Logan. John. Whatever the fuck, I just need you inside of me,” I groan, frustrated.
“Fine,” he says, feigning irritation, before shifting his tone to something more genuine. “Only because I like you so much.”
He smiles, kissing my lips gently, and I can’t help but smile back. The expression is quickly wiped off my face at the feeling of him stretching me out. A deep moan escapes my throat and I attempt to press a hand to my mouth, suddenly aware of the people downstairs. Logan stops me, grabbing my wrist and holding it against the mattress.
“Let them hear you,” he breathes. “Let ‘em know how good I make you feel.”
After adjusting to his size, Logan slowly starts to roll his hips into me. He’s somehow managed to move at an angle that perfectly brushes past my g-spot with every thrust. My eyes roll back, my mouth wide open as pleasure quickly floods through me. I clench around him, making him whimper.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groans, breathing heavily.
In response, I press a messy kiss to his lips, before throwing my head back as his hips begin to speed up. His hand slips down between our sweaty bodies, fingers slowly starting to circle my still-sensitive clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I whine, back beginning to arch again.
“You like that, hm?” Logan coos.
“Mhm,” I moan quietly, biting my lip.
“Use your words.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
The praise has me moaning loudly, an intense feeling of pleasure starting to build inside me. Logan begins to suck at my neck, providing me with extra stimulation as he continues to pound into me. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room, alongside Logan’s grunts and my moans.
“Look at me,” he orders and I obey, eyelids fluttering with the effort.
Maintaining eye contact while he moves inside of me has made everything so much more personal. The deep intimacy of the moment pushes me closer to the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” I whimper.
Logan speeds his fingers up, while pumping himself deeper into me, helping to push me over the edge. Reaching my climax, I scream his name out, clutching desperately at the sheets. He continues to roll his hips, working me through my orgasm while he tries to reach his.
Coming down from my high, I pull him close and whisper into his ear, “Come inside me.”
Immediately, he jerks into me a final time, groaning as he comes. His body goes limp, but he holds his weight with his arms so as to not crush me underneath him. Breathing deeply, his head falls into the crook of my neck, and he peppers me with a couple of kisses while he’s there.
My nails lightly graze his back, softly scratching along his warm skin. I kiss the side of his head, hiding my smile in the mess of his hair. Lifting his head up, he looks me in the eyes, before kissing my lips softly.
“Only you can make me feel that good, baby,” he admits. “Only you.”
