jealous type
john logan x female reader
summary: reader gets jealous seeing how Logan watches Hannah’s karaoke performance and decides to have a go, too. It certainly catches Logan’s eye because he is soon unable to keep his hands off her. warnings: 18+, mentions of drinking, reader is a little dom, logan slightly sub for a bit, logan on his knees, both have a praise kink (‘good boy’ / ‘good girl’ used), oral sex (r receiving), penetrative sex, protection used ofc, reader on top (then switch), banter, a little possessiveness, no use of ‘y/n’ word count: 3.8k an: i mention logan’s outfit to be the same one from the show, but i didn’t rlly know how to describe his shirt properly, so i hope it makes enough sense when you’re reading! also i’m more emotionally invested in these two than i expected so lmk if you think it’s worth a part 2, and what kinda thing you’d wanna see if that were to happen!
Karaoke night at Malone's was supposed to be fun.
It was supposed to be a chance to unwind after a long week of classes that dragged, and conversations with John Logan that left me dissecting minute, insignificant details for hours afterwards. Who knew hooking up with him once would make me care so much about... him?
Unfortunately, my hidden agenda was that tonight was also supposed to be a chance to talk to Logan and not overthink my entire life for once. With alcohol loosening my tongue and preventing me from worrying so much, everything was supposed to be fun.
It seems the universe had other plans.
An accident I had while getting ready (that involved spilling my pre-game drink on my outfit, forcing me to change into an old dress that was way too small) meant that I arrived late to the party. Upon entering, the first thing I see is Logan laughing at the bar, with Hannah handing him an off-the-menu drink.
Perks of being a Malone's employee: you get to charm Logan with personalised drinks. Whatever.
Okay, Hannah was giggling with Logan. So, what? She hadn't had Logan whimpering on his knees for her five nights ago. I did. The knowledge satisfies me somewhat, but I still can't shake the weird feeling in my chest that I get looking at the two of them. It's almost like I feel jeal— No. I have no reason to feel that over Logan. We aren't anything.
But, it felt like we were that night. When he kissed me with a passion I've never felt before. When his fingers traced my skin and left fire in their wake.
The sound of Jules' voice booming through the speakers snaps me out of my thoughts.
"Hannah Wells. You're up, bitch."
After watching Hannah walk to the stage with Garrett lingering behind in the crowd, I see Logan take his neon blue drink and find a table towards the side of the room. I take the opportunity of an almost-empty bar to grab myself a drink with ninety-nine percent alcohol and one percent taste.
While waiting for my drink, Hannah begins singing ‘Cherry Pie’. A pretty good song choice, I must admit. A few seconds later I hear a cheer from Logan that bothers me more than I care to admit. I turn back to the bar and grab my drink, which arrived just in time for me to drown my feelings.
Glass in hand, I move to the far corner of the room, finding an empty table on the opposite side of the stage to Logan. From here, not only can I see Hannah's (incredible) performance, but also Logan's mesmerised expression. His eyes are tracking her every move, watching in utter fascination as she commands the stage.
I can't even blame him. I'm in awe of Hannah, too. Her vocals are incredible, and, not to mention, she looks gorgeous. But, I can't pretend I'm not jealous anymore. There's an almost lustful glimmer in Logan's eyes that reminds me of the way he looked at me a few hours before we fucked. I guess the good thing is Hannah's taken.
Still, I find myself wishing it was me on that stage. Wishing it was only me who he looked at like that.
This is bad.
We fucked once, and he's John Logan. The King of Casual. If I let my feelings get out of hand, I'm only going to make things harder for myself.
Before I know it, I've downed my entire drink, and Hannah isn't even finished with her song. I decided to get another drink because my feelings aren't suffocating yet. On my way to the bar, I pass Jules holding the karaoke sign up sheet. A terrible idea takes hold of my tipsy head, and before I even realise I'm turning back to get their attention.
"Hey, Jules," I tap their shoulder.
"Hey—," they pause after turning and seeing my outfit. "Dang, girl, you look hot as fuck."
Shocked by the compliment, I stutter as I reply, "Oh, seriously? Dude, this dress is so old and definitely too small for me 'cus I can barely breathe."
I tug at the corset-top of the plain black dress, hyperaware of the pressure on my lungs now that it's the topic of conversation.
"Trust me, it's worth it— I can't even see your waist, it's so small," they chuckle. "The rest is amazing, too. Respectfully, you've never worn anything more flattering for your figure."
I laugh, "I guess I should start buying smaller clothes, then."
Smiling, they shake their head, "Sorry, I got you off topic. Did you need something?"
"Actually, I was hoping to put my name down for karaoke... if that's okay?"
I can't decide if I love or hate this idea more now that I've said it out loud.
"Yeah, of course!" Jules hands me the sheet and I write my name and song.
"I'm excited to see your performance," they smile, then walk away.
Directing my attention to the bar, I decide to limit myself to one shot, and then no more alcohol. Drunk me singing in front of a crowd—with Logan in it, mind you—sounds like a recipe for disaster. Tonight, tipsy is as far as I will allow it to go.
~
It's been about fifteen minutes of me sitting at this bar, staring at the back of Logan's head, slowly feeling worse and worse about us. Actually, no. There is no 'us'. I just feel bad about him. About how I can't call him mine. About how I want to take him back to my dorm and see him on his knees for me again.
The thought makes me want to buy another drink, but before I can consider the idea, Jules announces my turn for karaoke. The sound of my name is loud enough for everyone to hear, yet Logan doesn't react. From afar, I watch him simply take another sip of his drink. Frustrated, I huff and make my way to the stage where I find my place at the microphone stand.
Everyone's eyes are on me now, but I can't help but gravitate towards Logan. For the first time tonight, he's finally looking back at me. I notice his eyes fixate on my outfit, that glint of lust I was hungry for returning to his eyes. If anyone else looked at me like that—stared at my body after being oblivious of me all night—I would smack them sideways. But, it's Logan. I would let Logan do anything to me.
I am a lost cause.
His eyes meet mine and the feeling is electric. It's like I'm a relapsing addict and he's the most addictive substance in the world.
The instrumental of 'Nonsense' by Sabrina Carpenter starts to play and a grin finds my lips. Logan smiles back lazily, already amused. Seeing as this is one of my favourite songs, the words come naturally, and the crowd cheers me on as I begin to sing. I start to enjoy myself, the alcohol in my system muffling any nerves that might interfere with the present moment.
Everything is perfect. Except for the fact that my eyes continuously find Logan's, and every single time, he's waiting, already looking back at me. Whenever the crowd gets louder, he cheers for me too. More than he cheered for Hannah. The thought fills me with satisfaction and increases my confidence.
By the end of the song, I'm walking over to Logan. I lean my elbows on his table, resting my chin on one propped up hand, holding the mic in the other as I sing the last line.
"How quickly can you take your clothes off? Pop quiz," I smirk as the words leave my mouth, tilting my head teasingly.
Logan chuckles, the look in his eyes playful, but intense. The crowd erupts one last time, this time with whistles and banter thrown our way, too. I turn away from Logan and replace the mic on the stand, then start making my way back to the bar. Before I reach it, Logan finds me, sliding his hand to the small of my back as he leans in slightly, so only I can hear him.
"Give me thirty seconds," he breathes quietly, giving an answer to my 'question' from earlier.
I meet his eyes, see the desire dilating his pupils.
"Sorry, Logan," I pout, my tone patronising, "You're gonna have to try harder than that."
He raises his eyebrows slightly. Surprised, but eager for a challenge, he waits for further explanation.
"You ignored me all night. If you wanna get in my pants again, you'll have to work for it."
He leans down further, his lips brushing my ear as his voice turns into a needy whisper.
"What do you want, baby? I'll give you anything you want," he speaks slowly, each syllable travelling through my ears like honey.
I look him up and down, considering the offer. In reality, it's taking all my willpower not to crash my lips onto his right now, but Logan gave me control of this situation, so I am going to abuse that power as much as I can. It's only fair he feels a little discomfort after all I've felt about him this past week.
"Have you been drinking?" I ask, a plan forming in my head.
"No," he replies instantly, shaking his head.
"Good. You're driving us back to your place."
~
Music occupied the entire short drive back to the hockey house. Not a single word was spoken between us. When we arrived, I walked up to Logan's room without waiting for permission. I didn't need to.
Logan wouldn't deny me anything.
I reach his room first, then he joins shortly after, closing the door gently behind him. Sitting on the edge of his bed, I find his eyes. The hunger in them is unmistakable. He stands near the door, waiting, hands in his jeans’ pockets. Somehow, he’s so sexy, yet endearing at the same time.
The short sleeves of his open brown shirt frame his biceps perfectly, meanwhile I can almost see the shape of his abs through his tight black tank top. I can’t help thinking how I want him all to myself.
“Come here,” I finally say, voice quiet but commanding.
Obeying, he walks towards me until his tall frame is towering over me.
“Get on your knees.”
Not breaking eye contact for a single moment, Logan drops to his knees, the need in his expression becoming more apparent.
“Good boy,” I coo, my lips curving up.
The praise makes Logan groan slightly, as he tilts his head back.
“God, I love that,” he whispers, a wicked smile on his lips.
I take hold of his jaw, straightening his head to look at me again.
“I may have called you a good boy, but that doesn’t mean you are one,” I say, frustration slipping into my tone.
Logan lifts one eyebrow in confusion, prompting me to continue.
“You barely looked at me all night.”
The tension from his face dissolves and he lets out a small chuckle.
“That’s because I saw you from the corner of my eye a little while after you walked in, and this dress…” he pauses, eyes wandering to my chest before meeting my gaze again. “I was hard without even properly looking at you. If I hadn’t avoided you, we would be in a toilet stall in Malone’s right now.”
Letting go of his jaw, I frown slightly, “I wouldn’t have minded that.”
“Oh, but I prefer this much better,” Logan smirks, looking up at me.
I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile that finds my lips. For a moment, I continue to look at him, deciding what I should get him to do first.
“I’m all yours, baby,” his quiet voice cuts through the silence.
The words satisfy me more than I’d like to admit.
Lifting one leg up slightly, I gesture for Logan to take my heels off. Once he’s done, I stand up, reaching under my dress to pull down my panties. Maintaining eye contact, I find my seat again, at the edge of his bed.
Drawn to me like a moth to a flame, Logan leans forward and presses a kiss to my knee. He moves his mouth to my inner thigh, slowly using his hands to spread my legs as he kisses closer and closer to where I need him most.
“Is this okay?” he mumbles against my leg.
“Yes,” I breathe, tilting my head back.
Logan’s calloused hand hooks my leg over his shoulder, giving him better access to me.
Immediately, he leans in and gently licks up my pussy before pressing a kiss to my clit. The feeling of his hot breath fanning on me sends a shiver down my spine. He kisses me a few more times before taking my clit in his mouth, circling his tongue around it.
The sensation has me sighing, using one hand to grip at Logan’s hair. I press into the mattress behind me with my other hand, keeping myself upright as my back begins to arch. Logan’s tongue remains gentle, sucking softly, while pressing the occasional kiss on me.
“More,” I breathe, instinctively bucking my hips into his face.
Logan understands the prompt and begins to apply more pressure to my clit, continuing to suck and lick in a way that is intoxicating. Slowly, he brings a finger up to tease my entrance.
“I only want your tongue, John.”
He stops, leaning back in surprise at the use of his first name. Tilting his head at me teasingly, a small smirk finds his lips.
“Just shut up and eat me out,” I groan, twitching at the sudden loss of his mouth on me.
“You’re the boss,” he shrugs, but his smirk never leaves his lips.
He wastes no time pulling my clit into his mouth again, using his tongue in ways he doubtless has done with others. A pang of jealousy hits me without warning.
“I saw the way you were looking at Hannah,” I blurted out before I could think better of it.
Logan freezes, then pulls back, his doe eyes staring up into mine.
“My head is between your legs… and you’re thinking of Hannah?” he raises an eyebrow.
With my leg still on his shoulder, I look up at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze. “I hated how you were looking at her. I could only think about how I want you to look at me like that.”
“I am now,” his voice is low as he gently kisses my inner thigh.
“Only me,” I clarify.
My legs falls from his grip as he stands, moving close to tower over me. He holds my chin, forcing continuous eye contact.
“Someone’s jealous,” he teases, amusement laced in his tone and expression.
I fumble for my words, but before I can reply, Logan leans down, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “Let me fuck you so good you don’t doubt who I’m loyal too.”
What little self-restraint I had left snaps, and I grab his face, pulling him into a kiss. I move backwards, further onto his bed, using one hand to pull him towards me by his shirt. Lying down, he moves on top of me, his hands pressing into the mattress next to my head.
Our lips are possessive, kissing with a newfound intensity as I pull his bottom lip between my teeth. He groans, the sound making me even wetter than before. Momentarily, he pulls back to look into my eyes, his gaze dark and hungry.
“Didn’t get to finish down here,” he smirks, one hand reaching for my already-sensitive and throbbing pussy. I’m aching for him to finish what he started.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, teasingly pushing his head down, which he, unsurprisingly, obeys to.
His tongue finds me again and the relief makes my head push back into the pillow. I use one hand to grip the sheets, the other to hold Logan’s head against me.
Wrapping his hands around my thighs, he resumes his work from earlier, applying the perfect pressure my clit was starting to miss. This time, though, there’s nothing gentle about it. He’s sucking passionately, as if determined to see how fast he can make me come. A sigh escapes my lips at the feeling of his tongue moving over me.
My back begins to arch, pleasure building as a result of Logan’s mouth. Wet sounds fill the room as his movements become more frantic. He knows exactly what I need and the thought edges me even closer to my orgasm.
“Fuck yes, John,” I moan.
The use of his first name seems to encourage him to keep going, his tongue moving harder than before. I arch my back further, beginning to lose myself in this feeling.
“I’m so close,” I whine, barely aware of what I’m saying.
“Come on my face, baby,” Logan mumbles quickly.
Before long, I reach my climax, my loud moans filling the room as I clutch at Logan’s hair. My hips twitch up into his face, and Logan keeps his tongue working, letting me ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm. He finally pulls back to rest on his knees, his heavy breathing reflecting my own.
“Take off your clothes,” I demand, eager to continue.
Teasingly, he slowly pulls off his brown shirt, then moves to his tank. He’s taking too long for my liking, so I sit up and begin working on his belt. I’m left with the sight of his bare abs mere inches away. I look up at him, his belt now forgotten by my hands.
My gaze remains on his as I tilt my head down to lick from his pant-line up the length of his abs. His breath hitches and I suppress a smirk at how affected he is by me. Abandoning his torso, I turn around to rest on my knees, too, and look over my shoulder.
“Zip,” I say simply, prompting Logan to unzip my dress.
He takes his time with it, first dragging his fingertips along my hips, then my waist. Moving my hair to one shoulder, he leans in and kisses my neck. I consider demanding him to hurry up, but the feeling of his soft lips on me expels all thoughts out of my brain.
His hands wrap around me from behind, pulling me close as he sucks and bites the sensitive skin of my neck gently. I sigh into his touch, reaching a hand back to hold him close by his neck.
After he’s sure he’s left a mark on me, he leans back and unzips my dress. I get up to stand next to the bed and slowly peel off the clothing. Logan lies back on the bed, taking off his jeans but keeping his eyes on me in the process. His gaze is so heated I can practically feel it burning into me.
Finally rid of all physical barriers, I crawl over Logan, sitting so my thighs straddle him. His hard dick is left right in front of me, so I lean down and press a kiss to its head. My nails graze up and down his length, teasing him as I watch his face twist in desperation.
“I need to be inside of you, please,” he almost whimpers, and the sound travels straight to the heat between my thighs.
He shifts slightly to reach for a condom from his bedside table, then passes it to me. After opening the wrapper, I slowly roll it onto his length, making a point to caress and tease him further.
“Please,” this time he really does whimper.
Losing my own patience, I lift my hips and line him up with my entrance. Slowly, I sink down onto him, his length filling me up. His groan and my gasp fill up the otherwise silent room. The angle of him inside me perfectly grazes me g-spot, making my eyes roll back.
After adjusting to Logan’s width for a few seconds, I began moving my hips, my hands pressed on his abs to steady me. He grinds up into me, sighing at the friction between us. Each movement I make causes him to rub against my g-spot more, and I feel pleasure quickly growing inside me again.
“Say you’re mine,” I breathe, while my hips continue rolling.
“I’m yours, baby,” he groans. “All yours. Only yours.”
His words urge me to continue, but I still feel that sense of possessiveness and need to satiate my worries.
As if reading my mind, Logan’s gravelly voice reaches my ears again. “Nobody makes me feel like you do.”
The statement is enough to make me keep going until we’re both breathing erratically, nearing our climaxes.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Logan grunts out.
I feel myself slowing down despite my growing need.
“Logan, I’m getting tired,” I admit, my voice small.
He wastes no time wrapping an arm around my waist and moving himself on top of me. Taking control, he begins pounding into me, letting me just lie back and take it.
“Don’t worry, baby, you did so good,” he praises me, pressing sloppy kisses wherever he can.
I’m arching into him, my hands clawing at Logan’s bare skin—certainly hard enough to leave marks—as my eyes roll back. Before I could even warn him, I’m coming, my moans loud enough for him to know.
“Good girl,” he whispers in my ear.
How the tables turn. I’ll never admit it to him (though I think he already knows), but I love when he calls me that.
Shortly after, Logan comes too, his movements slowing down as he grunts and pounds into me one last time. He breathes heavily, resting his head in the crook of my neck while his length is still inside me.
Holding his face, I force his eyes to meet mine. “Good boy,” I tease, using the same pet name on him.
He chuckles and the sound reverberates through my body, the sight of his smile bringing a grin to my face, too.
I kiss him softly, content just to be in this moment. He pulls back with a thoughtful look on his face.
“You know, I like how you are when you’re jealous,” Logan’s tone is teasing. “Maybe I should flirt with other girls more often.”
I smack his shoulder playfully. “Flirt with other girls and you’ll never have me in your bed again.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, half serious, half joking.
I can’t help the giggle that escapes my throat as I pull him close to hug me—I could really get used to this.
I’m so fucked.
