alexandra 🌇

logan!neighbour x reader

summary - your desperate neighbour begs for some help late at night while your husband is away. inspired by i’m on fire by bruce springsteen

themes - m4sturb4ating, p in v, infidelity, begging, size comparison

this is my first fic so don’t expect much hahah

logan was your neighbour.

Ever since you’d moved to the countryside, you’ve steered clear of your very flirtatious neighbour. I mean, he was cute, you couldn’t deny that: big, round, handsome eyes and soft chocolate curls. but your husband, Tom, hated him. Logan would always throw you a sly wink, a grin or smirk and would never be afraid to address you by sugar or baby. you’d see Tom’s jaw clench as his arm tightened around your waist, you’d look over to Logan to see a glint in his mischievously guilty eyes. those eyes..

but no, he was a pain in the ass to put it straight. And you were oh so lonely, left in your big country house as Tom had left on a “work trip”. You two had been having some trouble recently, nothing crazy, but you weren’t getting on so well. you’d disagree over little things and just didn’t really enjoy each other’s company. He’d left for a week to let things cool down, and you’d noticed the empty side of your bed. and what definitely didn’t help was the knock that landed on your door one afternoon as the sun was low in the sky.

“hey little girl. is daddy home?” Logan cockily grinned, one arm leaning against the door frame, his tanned bicep flexed. you stood about a foot shorter than him, arms crossed and an unimpressed look conquering your face.

“what do you want logan,” you muttered, trying desperately to hide your amusement

“nothing sugar!” he smirked, peering around you and into your house. “what, daddy go and leave you all alone?” he teased. you rolled your eyes and scoffed,

“no, he happens to be on a work trip, thank you very much” you replied, refusing to accept defeat.

“ah, of course. a work trip,” he said with exaggeration. “c’mon baby let me in i wanna chat with you,” he grinned. you narrowed your eyes, a smirk creeping onto your face.

“you wanna chat?” you said, amusement and mock sweetness dripping from your voice.

“yeah, i wanna be your friend, cupcake.” he grinned, the mischievous glimmer in his eyes revealing the false innocence in his face. “what, you don’t think we can be friends?”

you allow a cackle to escape your lips. “friends?good bye logan” you smirked, reaching for the door.

he used his other hand to resist the force of the door. you couldn’t help but notice how the the veins popped out of his thick bicep. “c’mon baby jus’ let me in” he pleaded, using his best puppy dog eyes.

all you could do was chuckle, “good bye Logan.” you said firmly, but the smile on your face counteracted any harsh tones. you slowly closed the door, fighting so hard against his cute pout, begging you to let him in. but you couldn’t do that to Tom. it would be wrong, wouldn’t it. i mean yeah, you two had had some problems, but he was still your husband. not to mention, logan was at least 5 years older than you, maybe more. you sat on your crisp new couch and watched logan’s defeated walk as he trailed away from your house to his own just next door.

just as you were settling into bed, trying to fight Logan from your mind, you hear a knock at the door. you try to ignore the fact that your heart skips a beat, secretly hoping it could be him. but you snap out of it real quick, and a sense of dread and frustration washes over you. you reluctantly climb out of bed and patter down the stairs in your teeny underwear and your husband’s oversized t shirt, to open your front door. and as expected, Logan is stood in the door frame, desperation in his eyes and sweat beaded above his brow. before you can scold him for disrupting you this late, he interrupts,

“don’t be mad baby, please. i need you honey, i need you now,” he begs and upon seeing the unconvinced look on your face he continues, “please just let me in, cmon baby, i’m on fire!” he whines, gesturing to the rather large bulge in his grey pyjama pants. you peel your stunned eyes away from his pants and look at his face. he looks pathetic, eyes damp and pleading and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon. you fight to not stare at his incredibly built physique outlined underneath his white tank top. you furrow your brows and push out the word you hate to say:

“no Logan, go home.” you say softly. you watch his face drop as he leans towards you, but you place a firm hand on his chest. “i can’t.” you say, a glimmer of a smirk playing on your lips. his eyes go wild seeing your amusement, and they start to well up with frustrated, hot tears. your heart breaks at his desperation but you know you need to turn him down. without a word you close the door on him despite his constant whiny protests.

you chuckle softly as you watch him hesitantly wander back to his house, before you walk back up the stairs and get back into bed. you settle down with a cup of tea and a book, when you’re startled by a strange groaning on the other side of the wall.

you freeze up as it suddenly occurs to you that Logan’s bedroom is on the other side of yours. you sigh in frustration and prepare for a long night, but you can’t help yourself pausing for a moment to listen. you can hear the slick, wet sounds of him stroking himself, and his gentle whimpers begin to grow louder. he groans desperately as he speeds up, and to your suprise he starts a quiet whisper of your name. his cries and moans get louder, filling your room with his sound. he’s now loudly groaning your name, and you fight back the warm feeling growing in your lower stomach. you frustratedly bang on the wall to let him know you can hear him, when he begins to cry “please honey, i need you.” interrupted by a guttural moan. “oh, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum for you baby!” he yelps, pathetic and needy. your attention is glued to the sounds he’s making, and you can’t help but wonder what he looks like behind the wall. he lets out one final cry as he finishes, followed by laboured breathing, silence and then small, quiet sobs. your heart breaks slightly as you hear him cry.

“oh baby,” he moans, “why are you married to that asshole? can he do the things i could do to you?” you stay silent, debating his point in your head. he taps on the wall “c’mon honey, i need you, i need you so bad. i’m still fucking hard! help me out, please baby.” he cries. all you can do is sit, back facing against the wall.

“i’m sorry,” you say, just loud enough for him to hear. he lets out one final cry, before sniffling quietly. it’s over, you think, but you don’t go to sleep. you turn the lights off, lie down and stare at the ceiling. did Tom ever make you feel like this? you had your good moments, but he never made you feel this.. obsessed. hours past by as you question yourself, your morality. you glance at the clock that reads 3:02 and sigh, not feeling an ounce of tiredness, just unrest. you zone out, a mixture of daze and distraction, when a knock at the door snaps you out of it. you know exactly who it is and what he’s here for, but this time you’re not frustrated or annoyed. you sit up instantly, throwing on a tiny tank top in replacement of your oversized tee, and without hesitation your run downstairs.

you pause for a split second, before opening the door to see the desperate, pathetic face you were expecting. he’s soaked in sweat, his eyes teary and needy, veins pulsing across his biceps and the bulge in his pants now even more painfully obvious. you lock eyes for a second, but before you can say anything, he lunges towards you. you messily make out in the doorway, just barely managing to slam the door and land on your couch, his hot, heavy body pressed right on top of you. he wastes no time taking his tank top off, before hungrily ripping all your pyjamas off. his eyes turn black as he feasts on the sight of your naked body and he lets a whiny moan escape from his lips. he begins kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone, then to your tits, leaving a trail of pink purple hickeys. as he feasts on you, he quickly kicks of his trouser and boxers, disregarding them to the floor and waste no time with foreplay. his thick fingers dig into your thighs as he spreads your legs, firmly but gently, and focuses on lining himself up. you look down and notice how huge he is. you think you’ve seen big before, but this is something else. a big vein runs along his member, leading to his painfully pink tip, already sticky with precum. he puts a hand on your cheek and stares right into your eyes as he enters you. his eyes roll back into his head and he groans soulfully. you clench around how huge he is, tangling your fingers in his brown curls. he pumps in and out, and you swear your vision goes at the amount of pleasure he’s giving you. you moan and cry from pure ecstasy, and he buries his face in your neck as he groans in delight. the sound coming from the pair of you is probably waking the whole neighbourhood, but you can’t care about that right now.

“yes baby, gosh your perfect, so perfect” he whimpers loudly. you wrap your arms around his back and dig your fingernails in hard as he gets faster and faster, the sound of your skin clapping together filling the air. just at this feeling, he groans even louder, gripping you like you could disappear any moment. you feel his hips bucking as he gets close, and he holds your face and stares right into you eyes. your body freezes up as your feel your walls clenching and fluttering, and a familiar tension about to break in your stomach. and as he gives his final, hard thrusts, you look into each others eyes as his hips completely buck up and he cums inside you, quickly followed by your own orgasm. he lays on top of you for a few more seconds, heavily panting into the crease of your neck as he cools down. he then carefully rolls next to you on the narrow couch, and gazes into your eyes with that same mischievous but satisfied grin.

“that was the best i have ever had. you are so perfect baby.” he grins. you just gaze into his eyes with a new found discovery about yourself. “can i stay, just tonight?” he asks, a desperate undertone in his voice, using those same puppy eyes. you pause for a second, thinking about how you should feel horrible right now, i mean, you just cheated on Tom. but right now, you can only think about how he doesn’t come back until next week, and all you have is right now. you narrow your eyes.