Summary: While he fixes the sink, you give him some help
Characters: John Logan x Fem! Reader
You never really knew that such a simple sight could make you feel such intense things.
Until you were keeping John Logan company. You were sitting on the kitchen bench, gazing down at him as he was fixing the sink. His hands working, his eyes focused.
The sight of him was so fucking attractive.
He was the perfect handyman. The type you would imagine in a porn video.
That’s how much he turned you on.
His tan skin, his fingers wrapped around his tools, his muscles flexing as he moved, gripping tighter, his biceps on display. He looked like he was sculpted by the gods themselves.
Logan was laying on his back, his arms up as he was focused on fixing the pipes of the sink.
You felt your thighs rub together, trying to ease to pulsing ache between your legs.
It was difficult to not just jump on him and ride him until you finish with shaking legs.
You know how much he focused on fixing things. So you just bit your lip and imagined stuff, until his voice cut off your delusional thoughts.
“Can you pass me the star screwdriver?” He asked you
You nodded, even though he wasn’t looking at you. And you slid off the bench. Moving over to him.
An idea coming into your mind.
A smile on your face as you stepped over him. Your legs on either side of his hips.
Logan definitely noticed, but didn’t move, waiting for the screwdriver.
Grabbing the screwdriver was easy, your hands wrapping around it as you bit your bottom lip. Then moving, you were now squatting down on him, on his lap.
John let out a groan at the sudden feeling.
You put the screwdriver out for him to grab, your eyes gazing over him.
“Thanks..” he cleared his throat as he took it from you
John Logan got back to fixing the sink, trying to ignore his growing erection at the feeling of you on him like this.
You could feel it, the sensation poking up at you.
You didn’t wait, you already decided to help him.
So while he focused on fixing the sink, your body moved down off of him, kneeling on the kitchen floor. Grabbing onto his belt, unbuckling it, then unzipping his jeans.
Logan felt you and he wasted no time looking at you.
“What are you doing-“ he asked
“Keep doing what you’re doing, I’m giving you extra help.” You smiled
With that you tugged his jeans and boxers down enough to free him. His hard length coming out making your mouth nearly water.
You wrapped a hand around his member. Then leaned down, licking the tip.
"Fuck," he whispers, breath hitching in his throat as you slowly take what you can of him into my mouth. Eyebrows and nose scrunched, dark eyelashes fluttering, lips parting from the ecstasy of the moment.
His length is impressive, my tongue swirls its way up the veiny shaft of his cock and pays close attention to the slit in his head, before sliding its way back down.
"Oh god.." his hips raise in desperation, and groans echo in the back of his throat as he resists the urge to shove it deeper inside of your mouth. He's patient, watching with half-lidded eyes that study mine as they stare back at him, my lips completely locked around his arousal.
The salty taste of his precum on my tongue only encourages you to quicken your pace, and your fist closes around the base of his erection to move in time with my bobbing head.
A clear groan of your name leaves his mouth as he feels your mouth and hand working in perfect sync.
He couldn’t focus on the job he was doing anymore, his hand dropping the screwdriver and reaching down. Grabbing onto your hair.
Unable to keep still, his hips bucked upwards into your mouth. Keeping a reasonable pace to not hurt you.
You let him move like that.
The sensation felt odd but so good to you.
John Logan let out another groan, as he started to twitch inside.
Your mouth moved to push him deeper. Feeling him twitch inside of you, letting you know his orgasm was building up.
His tip hit the back of your throat and he finished inside of you. You gagged from the sudden feeling, but you managed to swallow what you could.
Pulling back and licking your lips.
Logan stayed there catching his breath as did you.
Then he sat up and looked over you, a smile on his face.
“Extra help is what you’re calling that?” Logan chuckled
You nod with a grin
“Then I don’t mind some, extra help when I’m working like this.” He shook his head, fixed himself up and then went back to finish off the sink
