synopsis: you knew that Logan was into you, and so were you. but none made the move. tonight after he helped you out, you presented him with a sight that changed everything between you.
word count: 3k words. got too into the juice
warnings: the reader recently moved in, neighbours to something, mutual masturbation, pining (in capital letters), consented voyeurism, desperate!logan. i cannot remember more.
a/n: hi honeypies! this is my first time writing smut so please bear with me. btw i had this idea as i was listening to she by tyler and frank ocean. if you guys show some tlc to this fic i promise i'll provide you babies an even sexier pt.2. have fun reading 🫶
The week went away with a buzz– the constant dealing with the Housing Staff because you and your roommate had a feud. You could not deal with her nagging, her strict rules, which she overran more times than you can tally, and called it an “exception” and claimed that we both had “three strikes”. Which she so wonderfully forgot when I intentionally ate her stash of chocolate chip cookies when I was drunk and hungry– claiming that she never created the rules. How can one even tolerate that– nobody can keep their cool when your roommate steals your favorite tube top for a party, which, amazingly, her boyfriend tears apart while they were having sex. On a lot of terms and a lot of convincing, Mr. Williams, your RA, finally agrees to having you move to another dorm. And to your bliss, he would hold her accountable for her actions. Party for you!
However, they did not have another room for allotment in Bristol House or any other house. So the Housing Staff decides to put you in one of those university-owned residential houses, with kitchens and all, which was your biggest wet dream ever. They claimed that they will soon put you with more students, and that didn’t seem like a problem. But for you, a greater problem lived right beside you, metaphorically and practically. And you realised that when your overloaded car with cartons and Allie stuffed in the backseat, pulled up on the driveway of your residence. You lived right beside the hockey boys. It was a bigger nightmare than your ex-roommate, but for Allie, it was no greater than a hot dream– as you could hear from her now, pitched voice.
“OH, MY GOD!” Her squeal pierced through my eardrums. “Honey, you are living just beside Dean?! I finally have a place where Hannah and I can crash.”
“Oh, so now you guys would just visit me for stalking your boyfriends the entire day”, You say with a feigned mournful tone.
With a chuckle, she replied as she got out of the car, “We love you, honey. It's just we love you more now.”
After turning off the car, you get out and stand right beside Allie, from where she admires the proximity of the houses. With a squeal, she gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, which catches you off guard, and rushes out to the porch, where she stands waiting for the key. You take the key out of the jacket and throw it to her. She does the honour of opening the door to your now haven and enters the house with loud thumps of her boots. You start taking out the boxes from the car and keeping them on the porch.
At a distance, a door clicks open, and someone emerges from the house beside you. You sense the movement from your periphery as you tie your hair up after keeping up the last few boxes of bedding on the porch. You look beside you, and there he stands, John Logan. He apparently picked up his gaze at the same time, and your eyes met. You’ve met Logan more times than you can think– at parties where he was the one who drove you to your dorm as you drank too much, at Malone’s where he either came for pickup or you waited on him and his teammates, a few times you both struck up small conversations when Allie and Hannah took you to their house on weekends because they couldn’t tolerate staying away from their beaus. So, this wasn’t the first time you both met, but you sensed something even greater. You sensed from each secret stare at parties and those hangouts that he was interested in you– but he was the shy type, and you were one of the unapproachable, bold girls whom men hesitated to talk to. So you played, and neither of you did anything.
He flashed that same smile to you, that he did whenever he met you– the one that came on his face whenever he spotted you, and his heart jumped. He rushed down the stairs, and in a blink, he stood just near the stoop.
“So you’re the new move-in?” He asked, his happiness barely containing.
“Yeah,” you responded with a relieved sigh. “The roommate drama is now over.”
“Not for long. They’ll probably accommodate the transfer students with me,” I say.
“That’s so nice,” He replied as he looked away for a second and kept the toolbox on the first stair. He’s probably headed somewhere for a fixer-upper.
“We’re gonna be neighbours now.” He now looked down, his hand on his hips as he stared at his shoes as if it was the most lovely thing ever. It was almost like an unforgettable dream that the girl of his dreams now lived a few doors away from him. But it also meant that his soul will always stay alert even in his room, because now he will think that she is always watching him.
“Wait, are you headed for your work somewhere?” Your voice interrupted his flight of thought.
“Not really, I was just headed to Professor Evans' house to put up his new TV.” He stammered. You knew that he did these small gigs of fixing whenever he could to earn some extra money. “But it's fine, I still have almost an hour till I leave.”
After a few seconds of silence, he realised that you were standing with a box in your arms, visibly struggling to hold it up. “Wait, let me help you.”
“Oh no its fine, I can manage–” before you could continue, he came up the stairs and took the box from your hands and rushed inside to keep it. For you, that became the hottest thing ever.
He lent a hand in moving the boxes and arranging a few things whenever you asked. In some long conversations and laughter with Allie on the couch, time passed away. “I think it's time for me to go.” Logan said after taking a glance at the time on his phone, “I have to go to Professor Evans, too.”
“But I just ordered Chinese for us to eat?” Allie suddenly sat up on the couch and stared at Logan, like he had committed a crime refusing orange chicken, as he was now walking towards the door.
“It's okay. You guys can have my part.” He reached for the door. “Professor Evans is going to grind me if I am late.”
“That’s fine. You helped out a lot, honestly.” You leaned against the marble counter of the kitchen island. “I owe you tonnes.”
“It’s fine. It was just a little thing.”
“No, seriously, I owe you, Logan.”
Logan swallowed hard, his eyes lingering on yours just a beat too long. There was a strange, vulnerable softness in his expression and an unknown tension in the air.
“You don’t owe me anything. I promise,” he said, his voice unusually quiet. “I wanted to help.”
Before the weight of those words could fully settle between us, he checked the time again and, with a sudden jolt of forced panic, bolted out the door. I stood frozen by the kitchen island. The way he had said I wanted to help echoed in my head. You wondered how a simple conversation turned so tense. You could practically feel his composure faltering.
"Back to the earth, genius," Allie called out, waving a hand from the couch. "Are you going to keep staring at the wood grain, or are we going to talk about how Logan is completely down bad for you?”
Seems like she had already found a topic to talk about now, I understood from the smirk that now played on her face.
For Logan, the rest of his day went messily. Setting up Professor Evan’s television took longer than expected because he mixed up screwdrivers and messed up even the simplest instructions in the manual. He was constantly struck by the moment before he left– how your breathing changed and your smile dropped when you heard him say that he just wanted to help. Did you figure out that he’s insane about you? Was he so transparent?
He just wanted to rest and get you out of his head. He entered the room and sat on the left edge of his bed, from where he could see the window of your room. Your blinds were not closed yet; he could see the warm lighting of your room and the blue, floral print of your bedding. He sat on the edge of his bed, and the moment relapsed in his mind when you both were arranging the room.
“Yeah, you can keep the mirror near the window.” You said as you were putting the sheets on the mattress. He did as you said, and when he looked up, he noticed that the proximity of the houses allowed him to get a good view of his room from your window.
“Hey,” the tone of his voice made you look towards him. “You can see my room from here,” he said, and then he realised how creepy that sounded. It probably made you think of how he would snoop into your room like a pervert. Instead, a small laugh erupted from you. It made his anxiety ebb a little.
“Isn't that nice?” you said as you were draping the sheer, light pink canopy on the bedpost. “I could wish you good morning whenever you wake up.” That made him smile.
His train of thought was immediately broken as soon as he sensed some movement in front of him. From the window, he saw you emerge from your main door, and this sight of you made his mind haze a little. You just came fresh out of the shower, your towel still hanging on your arm. You wore a strappy pink tank top, and your pink lace trimmed panties– which stirred something in his mind that he could not comprehend. An unknown desperation that he cannot claim you made this even worse,e you truly made him something that made him curse himself. He gripped his sheet and tried to look away– trying not to let his sinful thoughts of you over him flood his brain.
You walk towards the mirror, in his mind, nd you're striding like a heroine in a movie, slow and intentional. You first head to your vanity from where he can't see what you're doing and then to your full-length mirror, where you're staring at your reflection. You run your hands from under your chest, through your belly,lly and then move to the side of your hip before settling on your back. He's like a deer standing frozen by the glowing headlights. He feels stupid, insane, or even perverse for staring at you in such a manner.
Before he decides to get up and close his curtains, you see him– and his heart drops to his stomach. What if you think that he is like those weird guys who sneak into a woman's house? And then he notices, you smile at him– but it didn't seem like a smile. It looked more like a smirk, like you planned to do all of this to make him insane and hold onto his last speck of sanity. You ruined him, and you knew that very well.
Your mind also raced with so many possibilities– what if you misinterpreted his actions? But you knew that this had to mean something; either you make a move or lose a friendship that matters. However, what you both had was not friendship, and you knew that. So you turned back as you moved your hair on one side of your shoulder, letting him get a good view of your ass. Only if you could see his room, you could see how bothered he was now becoming. You wanted it, Logan wanted it– but neither of you took the step. Maybe this could be one.
You walked towards your bed and sat on the edge of it, waiting till he sat on his too. He took slow steps back on his bed and sat on it, shifting his gaze away from you. You trail your fingers from the back of your neck to your sternum on your hands, landing your breasts– cupping them just enough. You massage them, running your thumbs over your nipples as your lips part to let out a soft sigh.
Logan swears that he felt his breath hitch at your such intimate sight, he couldn’t believe he saw this side of you, and that made him bothered. He tried to control himself from getting hardened like a teenage boy, but you looked so appealing, displaying yourself so beautifully for him. How can a man resist this sight of yours?
Your fingers skimmed through the light heat of your inner thighs and landed on your covered sex. You spread your legs enough for him to get a sight of your clothed pussy, before you gently glide your fingers along the slit. You felt so exposed, just for Logan– that riled you up even more. And poor him, he did not know what to do. He ran his hands through his thighs and palmed himself as he stared at you pleasuring yourself for him– so pretty and so perfect, just for him.
You kept staring at him as you continued, he was now leaning back with one hand resting on the bed and the other massaging his hard on through his jeans before he quickly took off his jeans. You stopped on your tracks, which made him stop too. You took your fingers in your mouth and lapped them. How he wished that those fingers were his, before they circled your clit beneath your underwear. You threw your head back at the heightened feeling. Logan swears if he didn’t have a speck of self-restraint in him, he would’ve busted in his boxers.
He took off his shirt, and the sight of his body made your breath hitch, and that made him chuckle a little, how he wasn’t the only desperate one. His shirt was now followed by his boxers, which he held between his fingers to show you as you slowed your movement, before he threw them somewhere at a distance. That gave you the sign; it's his turn. You lay back flat on the bed before you slid off your panties slowly through your lifted legs, as Logan leaned back. His breathing got heavier at the erotic display before his hand firmly stroked his cock. You got up and held the lace between your fingers as you smirked at him. You swear you could almost hear him sigh as his thumbs brushed over the head. Only a moment before, he could see what lay behind, what flooded his mind every night, lies.
Your underwear lies somewhere in your room. You ached so badly now, how you wanted him to barge into this room and consume you all over, turning you over and having his way on your body. The thoughts took over your head as you spread your legs apart and rubbed your clit, the sensation rushed through your whole body as you gripped the sheets beneath your resting hand. On the other side, Logan choked on his moan as he slowed his movements. His breathing grew ragged at the sight of you, watching you half-lidded, pleasuring yourself like a mess for him. He picked up his pace– rubbing his head and spreading his precum all over. You allowed yourself to lock your eyes on him, watching as his fist pumped steadily along his shaft. He leaned back a little when he noticed your eyes, allowing an unobstructed view. And then both your eyes met.
He gasped at your lips, letting out a sigh, your chest rising as you tease your entrance with your fingers. The eye contact made your pussy flutter around your fingers. You both picked up your pace; every curl of your finger sent sparks through your whole body. The sight of Logan made you ache even more.
You moaned as pressure coiled in your stomach. Logan also picked up his pace– his lips parting to let out soft moans and groans. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer. Your eyes met his again– and he could just break down the way you stared at him, your eyes trying to maintain contact, your cheeks so flushed, and you crying out for pleasure. He is edging himself, etching closer and closer to his orgasm at your display. A restrained groan erupted from his throat as ropes of his release landed all over his hand, stomach, and thighs, electricity surging through his whole body as you kept your eyes on him.
You also didn't take much time to follow. Soon, your body shook from the intensity of the orgasm it hit you with, your fingers coated with your arousal as wanton cries left your throat. You back bowed, and your free hand shifted its grip to your bedpost as immediate relief hit both of you.
Logan’s hand moved away, and he grabbed a bunch of tissues to clean himself up as you lay back on your bed to take a moment from the heat that just hit you both. This could be a bad decision, which can make every interaction awkward; or it could shift everything between you both, something that you both anticipated.
As you stare at your ceiling, coming down from the high, your phone rang on your bed. You saw that it was Logan calling you. With a smirk, you picked up the phone and sat up.
“What did we just do?” his voice sounded rougher than you expected, which immediately sent sensations between your thighs.
“I said I owed you”, your voice came out raspy. You could hear him chuckle on the other side.
“After what you did to me, you owe me something greater than that.” Your stomach fluttered at the tone of his voice.
This man was now gonna be the death of you.
