five times logan almost said i love you (and the one time he finally did)
loving touching squeezing
too pretty to keep secret
as long as you want
good luck charm ♡p.2
the love advice
choosing you
break point
find you
bloom
♡rough me up
♡seven steps, one word
♡logan making you squirt for the first time
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Sidney lay half-naked on John's bed, hair blown out and lingerie fitted, pushing up her breasts, cinching her hips. Her ass looked like a carving from a sculpture, and still she was self-conscious. His sheets were around her waist as he sat only in his boxers at the side of his bed, facing her.
The room reeked of his cologne and sweat.
"Baby..." John spoke in that husky voice she loved to listen to. His lips swollen from their intense make-out session, and his hair was dishevelled from her grip. He combed a hand through it staring at her intensely. "You're beautiful, you know that? We don't have to go further than this, I know... I know it can be uncomfortable —"
"This is humiliating."
"Talking about sex is hot." His boyish smile made her roll her eyes. "What you're wearing is hot," he said as he crawled up the bed, only a kiss away from her face as he hovered over her, making her gulp when she looked at him. "Look at this." His fingers trailed over her lace thong, though his eyes never strayed from her. "What is it, silk?"
"You know it's lace," Sidney whispered, feeling him drag his hand over to her waist.
"Lace, that's hot," John murmured, kneading into her skin, making her deeply exhale.
"Yeah."
"You're hot, baby." He grinned; she quietly giggled, "Like seriously, I can feel the heat radiating off of you." he paused, "Look, we don’t have to do this.”
She placed her hand on his. “No, I want to.”
“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” he said softly.
Sidney sighed, “I don’t want to use lube again; it’s messy.”
“We’ll get messy either way."
How John's gaze darkened, it only spurred her on.
She rasped out, "Yeah, we will."
Sidney couldn't help but snake her hands around his neck, pulling his head down, grazing her lips over his, drawing a low noise from him.
Her tongue swiped over his mouth, with a giggle.
"Real messy," he grunted, before kissing her deeply.
One hand held her waist, whilst the other tugged down at his sheets and threw them to the floor. He moved frantically, keeping his kiss gentle, way before his tongue slipped through, lapping over hers.
Her legs parted before the heels of her feet guided him between them, lying over her as he held himself up.
John groaned; his scalp tingled at how her nails scratched over it.
“Don't..." Reluctantly, he pulled back, making her whine. "I just don’t want to hurt you.”
“You preparing me in any way helps with the discomfort.”
He rapidly nodded, then pulled back, eyes widened in hunger as he peered over her.
“Tell me what you want from me.”
Sidney licked her lips. “Fingers.”
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“Alright, lie back.”
She hummed, quickly sinking her head into his pillows, looking up at him in a daze.
“Okay.”
Slowly, he tugged at her legs, pushing them toward her chest, when he got up on his knees.
“I’m gonna take these off.” His finger curled over the hem of her thong. After receiving a small nod, he tugged them down and flicked them toward the end of the bed. He dropped forward, his thin gold chain grazing against her chest as he spread her thighs wide, wasting no time, to swipe his finger through her slick folds, “Fuck.”
“Logan?” She whimpered at his actions, hardly containing herself, nearly closing her eyes.
He shoved his ring and middle fingers inside her parted mouth, she sucked on them, running her tongue over his calluses and scars. When they were soaked, he pulled his fingers out.
“Hey, hey, look at me.” His lips parted when he pushed two fingers deep inside her. Her moans were music to his ears, drowning out whatever ancient music Garrett was playing downstairs. "That's it, that's it." He pumped steadily, curling until her moans grew louder. "Keep looking at me, baby."
"I..." The words died on her tongue as he sped up his thrusts.
"More?"
"H-huh?"
"More?"
"Y-yeah," her back arched when he pushed in another finger. "God!"
"You like it?" John licked his lips before leaning down and kissing her breasts. He nipped at the material of her bra until he found the clasp in the middle of her cleavage. "There we go," he rubbed harshly at her clit, causing tears to spring from her eyes from the pressure building, wracking through her body like a wave. "Sid..."
"Don't stop, please..." She didn't even notice her bra was undone. All she could feel was the tingling and shaking of her legs. "Please, don't."
She gripped his arms.
"Wait."
"John Logan, I swear if you fucking stop."
Sidney cried when he did.
"What the fuck?"
She whined when he dropped his head straight between her thighs and plunged his tongue through her wet folds. He moaned, shaking his head, flicking his tongue, making her push his head deeper.
"Look at me."
She managed to hear his muffled words before he grabbed at her breasts, pinching at her nipples.
"Oh my God!"
John lapped up her essence that slicked his mouth, before he dripped it over her clit, and sucked it until her grip fell slack and her eyes rolled back.
"Oh my..." a silent scream escaped her.
She slumped against the pillow, eyes fluttering as her head lolled around.
John crawled up, cupping her face, and pouring all he felt into a kiss.
"Told you we'd get messy." He murmured against her lips.
"I need you," She breathed out, peeling the arms of her bra off and leaving her completely bare, further enticing him. “Baby, I need you.”
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." She tugged at his chain.
“Only me?”
“Only ever you.”
“How bad?”
“So fucking badly.”
“That badly, huh.” He cheekily grinned, then pushed her hands away when she tugged at the waistband of his boxers. “Uh-uh, don’t rush me. I told you I’m gonna take my time.”
It took all the strength in the world for John to pull himself away from Sidney and stand from the bed, and relieve himself of his boxers until he stood there naked, full view of her core, spread out just for him.
He reached into his bedside table, scrambling for a condom.
He ripped it open with his teeth, then blew away the wrapper as he fell beside her, palming her stomach before she stopped him.
“It’s better without.” She whispered, “And you know I’m on the pill. Come on, you know you want to.”
Most of the time, whenever they had sex, they've been safe, but those few times when they weren't lingered on their minds for a lot longer.
Sidney's hand crept over his abs, reaching for his dick and stroking it lightly, making his head tilt back.
“Shit,” he rasped.
“It’ll relax me more. Less painful," She murmured, letting go, before he climbed over her, placing his hands on either side of her head, then reaching between her thighs. “You wanna help me?”
“Yeah.” He breathily said, slowly lining himself up and pushing into her, with a low groan. he murmured, watching himself drag the tip up and down her slit, her entrance fluttering each time he passed over it. Finally, he pushed in, gazing at how she took all of him from one thrust. “This helping?”
She moaned at the stuffed feeling, “Yeah, fuck.”
“Still so tight.”
John buried his head in the crook of her neck, grunting at how she sucked him in.
“Baby, look at me.” She palmed his cheek, finally getting his head to turn, “Yeah, just keep looking.”
John almost couldn't take it.
But her dangerous gaze made him find his positioning again and sit up, watching moans fall from lips, and he hadn't even moved yet.
“Move,” Sidney pleaded.
He dipped his hips and started to move.
His thrusts were deep and slow.
He groaned the more she sucked him in, then captured her lips in a kiss, feeling her tremble beneath him even more as her hands scratched over his lower back much to his satisfaction.
John picked up his speed, peeling back, watching her face contort into discomfort.
He stopped.
"Sorry, baby."
"Slow," She exhaled, gulping when he moved again, going at the right pace.
"Like that?" He asked, brows pinching together at the pressure building in her stomach again. "Baby, relax." It was too soon, and he knew it was to do with how stiff she could feel in this position. He set his hand on her stomach and lightly pressed, grinning when he could feel his movements hitting her spot. "Trust me."
"I trust you."
"Yeah?"
"I trust you, fuck."
Her nails sunk deeper into his skin, making him choke out a moan, matching hers when he adjusted his position, hitting a deep angle.
"You wanna mark me up or somethin'?"
She couldn't respond, overstimulated when he pressed deeper.
It drew him to remove his hand and trail his thumb over her bottom lip.
"Talk to me," he pulled down on her lip, and inched his thumb into her mouth. She gasped, before nipping at the padded skin, "Shit."
A dazed-like smile took over her face before she sucked on his thumb.
"Just like that."
His stomach tightened when her tongue lapped over his thumb, before he pulled it away, roused by the spit dripping until he pulled back, sitting up on his knees, spreading her thighs further.
John spat down at her glistening core, making her moans rumble through her body.
Her back arched when he started to rub over her clit with his thumb.
"Oh fuck," She gripped the sheets.
The loud sounds of her arousal grew lewd, sounding nothing more than a blissful melody in his ears.
“More?”
“Like that.”
“Like this?” His thumb sped up.
“Y-yeah.” Sidney choked out, eyes rolling back, "I can't wait for everyone to see... the scratches on your back."
John grinned, lowering his head to grit out, "Yeah? Well, they'll see the love bites all of you."
He kissed a path up her chest, until her reached the hollow of her throat and he flattened out his tongue to lick it.
His lips sucked over her skin until blemishes rose to the surface.
With hooded eyes, Sidney grabbed his face and crashed her lips into his.
“Slower," she whined.
“Yeah?”
“You make me feel so good Logan,” she moaned with tears in her eyes.
He groaned at her clenching around him, “Fuck!” He trembled when her hands found his ass and a finger slid over a spot. “Baby, do it.”
“You sure?”
“Please.”
Pleasure clutched him, yanking the breath out of his lungs when her moving finger, thrusting inside his ass.
He croaked, “Fuck. I’m close.”
There it is, that aching feeling of ecstasy triggering his balls to tighten and his mouth to dry as he managed to say.
“Come.”
In a matter of seconds, Sidney was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking, her hips pressing against his, and her face trembling with tears as she screamed his name.
John snapped when her finger curled once more.
He reeled back, gasping for air, when he pulled out of her and pushed away her hand. He stroked himself, panting loudly before come shot out of his dick.
Her stomach was coated in his come and thighs damp with her slickness.
John watched, fascinated, as his come leaked down to her pelvis, before concern contorted his face.
“Baby, are you okay? I wasn’t too quick or rough?” He pressed, sitting on his knees.
“No, you were amazing," she bit down her bottom lip.
“So were you.” John bashfully said, "I can't hold back when you do that thing." They lightly chuckled, “Let me get you some water and help clean you up.”
“Wait, don’t go. I wanna go again," She reached out before he could pick up his boxers.
John asked, “You sure?”
“I wanna be on top this time.”
“Yeah?”
John lazily smiled, lying next to Sidney, greedily grabbing her breasts, as she moved to straddle him, nervous yet excited. She reached behind her, stroking his hardening dick, before lining him up, sinking on him.
Sidney's head threw back, moaning, “Fuck yes.”
The next morning, Sidney entered the occupied kitchen with nothing more than John's jersey hanging off her body and his shorts that reached her knees.
Her silk scarf was long gone, but what wasn't was the teasing looks on the guys' faces.
"So did you guys have a nice night?" Garrett asked, taking a bite of his toast.
Sidney slowly nodded, "We just slept."
Tucker muttered, cooking a large pan of scrambled eggs, "Sounded like you did more than that."
Sidney rolled her eyes at their sputtered snickering.
Dean simply kept eating cereal, even amused himself, whilst Birdie didn’t bother concealing his mirth.
John jumped down the stairs, and swaggered into the kitchen shirtless and greeted his best friends, then pecked Sidney, smiling affectionately before turning around, to grab mugs from the cupboard.
The guys instantly spotted the scratches on his back.
"Shit, Sid, ease up on my boy," Tucker snorted.
"Jesus," Garrett didn't bother hiding his smile when John set the mugs on the table and turned to his girlfriend.
Sidney innocently smiled at him, "Want me to?"
"Never." John grinned against her lips.
Their kisses only made the guys groan.
"Gross." Garrett tutted.
"Disgusting." Tucker jokingly pointed accusingly before turning off the stove.
"That's your envy talking." John retorted, then helped with the plates, "Now, help me make my girl something to eat."
Sidney snickered, tilting her head to see how much bacon was in the grill.
"You burn yourself last night, Sid?" Birdie's question made all the guys turn to her when she narrowed her eyes.
"What are you talking — shit," She quickly slammed her hand over her neck.
"My work of art." John adored.
"Well done, Logan." Tucker commended him.
"Hang it in the Lourve!" Birdie exclaimed.
a/n:
well, that took a while to write. i've been reading logan's book and didn't realise the shit he was into, so i had to indulge.
also, those wondering when logan finds out about sidney and dean, it'll be a few more one shots until then.
Will and Logan have always been just like that, Will-and-Logan. For years, that’s been the only thing that makes sense in Will Meijer’s life. From playing in the junior leagues together, applying to colleges together, and planning on making it pro together. John Logan is the only thing he’s ever been able to count on. Wherever he goes, Logan will be. Until their third year of college comes around, and everything Will thought he could count on is ripped out from under him.
Garrett gets a girlfriend, and suddenly Logan can barely even look at Will anymore.
It’s fine, until it isn’t, and suddenly Will is getting drunk and parties and kissing girls he doesn’t like and he refuses to talk to any of his friends about it because nothing is wrong, really, except that Will doesn’t like drinking and he definitely doesn’t like girls and somewhere, deep down, he’s always thought that he and Logan would be together forever. Like that.
In his third year of college, Will makes new friends, figures out he's gay, discovers that he's been in love with his best friend for about as long as he's known him, and doesn't get the guy.
