It's the first time in awhile actually. Your roommate got forcibly dragged out by your ridiculously chaotic neighbor Wade. Something about a boys night out, and your roommate did not sound happy about it.

and while you liked having the place to yourself, you actually found yourself missing Logans presence quickly.

Showing up suddenly about 6 months ago, Wade had graciously offered your 2 bedroom apartment for Logan to crash in till he gets on his feet. Considering Wade is one of your closest friends, the people-pleaser in you, and the fact that Logan was the hottest man you ever seen- you accepted it in quiet resignation.

Logan was a nice roommate, does the dishes, helps with rent- and actually has managed to keep Wades nosy ass out of your home. He was a bit quiet and reserved at first, and you were a nervous wreck anytime you got close to him but soon you both melted into a routine, and became something like good friends- as much as Logan will allow anyway. You always would like to get closer to him, but there's a wall that you can't seem to cross with him.

You don't know a lot about his past. Wade rambled something about a TVA and multiple timelines when he first introduced Logan (by barging into your place and loudly welcoming Logan into his new home) and you decided not to pry, letting Logan tell you if and when he was ready. There's been snippets, when he gets drunk, where he admitted he did some terrible things.

Yet for some reason, you could never find yourself scared of him.

You had a big crush on Logan, a crush that was growing more and more by the day and it was becoming harder and harder to hide it.

Especially because now, as you lay in bed, ready to sleep for the night. You can't stop thinking about him.

You can't stop thinking about every interaction you had with him. The multiple times you've walked in the bathroom where he had nothing but a towel on- still wet and glistening. You thought about how his muscles bulged when he moved the couch for you- by himself. His hand touches your lower back every time he squeezes past you in your incredibly tiny kitchen- The way you could feel his breath on your neck when he excuses himself, and the press of his broad chest against your back....

Fuck.

Your skin was getting hot. You pressed your thighs together trying to give yourself relief from the ache in your core. You hadn't done anything in awhile, despite the vibrators that lay inside your bedside table. After you learned about Logan's enhanced hearing ability when he told you about your elderly neighbors who are apparently a bit rambunctious when it comes to their sex lives and keeps him up some nights- you couldn't bring yourself to use them anymore unless it was a rare night he wasn't home. If you needed to get yourself off, you used the shower.

You felt an excitement you haven't felt in a long time thinking about Logan and it filled you with slight guilt.

He's your roommate, your friend. You shouldn't be thinking about him like this- and yet...

You toss the blanket off yourself. The cool air of your bedroom brought relief to your hot skin. Still apprehensive about what you were going to do, you slowly spread your legs, tipping your head back and closing your eyes. You lifted your shirt over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden against the cool air.

You pictured Logan sucking on them. His tongue swirling around the bud. His teeth tugging at the skin before he leaves several bite marks around your breasts. It sends a fresh wave of warmth down to your pussy.

Your hand slid down your belly, resting over your panties. God they were soaked. You don't remember ever getting this wet when you were with an actual partner.

You tested with a teasing stroke against your panties and it causes you to gasp from just a little touch. Your mind flashes to Logan in that towel- and immediately you try to push it out of your mind. You can't, you shouldn't. It was perverted, you're sure Logan would be disgusted if he ever knew you did something like this.

Your hand didn't stop. Your fingers pressed into the fabric and rubbed teasing circles against your clit, until you finally slipped under your panties into your slippery folds. You pictured Logan's fingers doing the same- Big and strong- God he could probably get you off so fast with his hands before he even used his dick.

You spun fast circles into your clit, desperate for a release while thinking about Logan and you got it. Your mind went to him eating you out first- but quickly switching to the picture of your legs hooked over his shoulders and he's pounding you into the mattress. His cock stretching you open over and over- His voice taunting you, then praising you for taking him like a good girl. That's what sent you over the edge.

Your free hand came to cup your breast, squeezing it and rubbing circles into your nipple which spurred you on. Your hips lifted off the bed, and you moaned his name while you came. You fell back into bed when you finished letting the aftershocks continue, out of breath with your heart pounding.

That felt great, but it left you feeling emptier- and needier after your first daydream of Logan. The urge to be full- preferably with Logan's cock was strong.

You pulled your panties off, tossing them somewhere in the room. You press your fingers into your clit again, gently swirling against the sensitive bud, while your other hand worked down to your hole- begging to be filled. You dipped one finger inside, working yourself open. You thought about Logan again, how endowed he must be under those pants.

You haven't seen it, no- but a towel, boxers, especially the sweatpants. They leave little to the imagination. He's big. You could tell just by the frame of him, and his goddamn attitude too. He's hairy too, judging by the hair of his arms down his chest- You were able to peek a thick bush from the towel and that spurred you on more.

You added another finger, biting your lip and holding back a moan at the stretch. Logan would definitely have to spend some time preparing you- with his hands, maybe his mouth too, dipping his tongue inside your hole. Maybe it would feel good for his entire cock to be pushed inside you, taking you as you are and using you in every way he desires. You even thought about him cumming inside, filling you up so much you're leaking him for days.

You moaned his name again, your hand working yourself faster as you felt another orgasm rise in you- stronger this time, with the way your pussy squeezed your fingers and the core of your belly coiled tighter

"Moan any louder, and the neighbors are going to hear sweetheart."

His voice snapped you out of your dirty daydream. You yelped, hands quickly pulling away to cover your breasts, pulling your shirt back down as you sat up in bed. It's futile, since the person the voice belongs to just saw the whole package of your body- but it helps you protect your dignity- Although now you probably don't have any.

Logan stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. His expression stern and made you cower a bit. Panic was all you could feel, your mind running through with a million, humiliating, horrifying things he was about to say to you. Your heart had sunk, and you had to fight back tears.

"Heard you calling my name." He says, taking one step into your room. Shame was eating your alive, and you just wanted to crawl six feet underground.

"Why'd you stop?" He finally ask after a brutal silence. Everything inside you freezes, you blinked at him, opening your mouth and shutting it- looking and feeling like a fish out of water.

He completely steps inside your room. Pulls a chair from your desk out, staging it at the end of your bed and sitting down with his legs spread. Your eyes unconsciously went down to the bulge in his jeans.

Holy shit, am I dreaming?

"Keep going." He orders, "I want to see how it ends, pretty girl."

You're still frozen, everything in your body telling you to move, to say something- anything. You're staring at each other, and slowly he starts to crack a smile.

"Feeling shy with an audience?" He asks. "Don't gotta be... it's just you and me."

You swallowed hard, like a robot, you slowly laid back down, resting on your elbows as you continued to meet his eyes. You spread your legs, giving him an absolute delightful view of your pussy he couldn't fully see from the door. His eyes looked down, and they looked hungry.

He licks his lips, "Good girl." His voice was deep and husky, with an edge- like he was holding himself back. "Lift your shirt back up hm?"

You nodded amazed by his confidence- the way he took control of everything while you stared at him like a deer in headlights. Your hand grabbed the hem and lifted the shirt back over your breasts. He lets out a hiss.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous darling." He grunts, his hands digging into his thighs, his eyes scanning over you. "You been thinking about me?"

You nodded again. Your hand slipped down between your thighs again and he smirks. "Eager to get back to it, hm? Before I rudely interrupted you sweetheart?"

You found your clit and began circling over again. Logan leans back in the chair, a hand resting over the bulge in his jeans, where he gently palms it every so often.

"I want to see you cum, darling." His voice turns husky. "You already did once didn't you?"

"Yes-" You find your voice again. You tipped your head back with your eyes falling shut, spreading your legs in the air. Spurred on by the heat of Logan's stare- Your mind rushing through the embarrassment of being discovered- and the excitement of being able to continue, and perform for Logan.. "Thinking about you." You pant.

He smirks, "Here, I thought you couldn't stand me...Fuck."

You heard a clink of his belt and lifted your head to see him. You moaned at the sight of his cock- big and thick, just as you thought. He spits into his hand and starts stroking himself, using his thumb to gather pre-cum at his angry and red tip and lubed himself further.

"Keep going-" He grunts through his teeth. He's matching your pace, but you could tell he wants more. For a moment- you thought about playing with him, a tease to make him pay for scaring you. Go slower, draw out every second and make it harder for him to resist cumming.

Maybe another time- Your body ached for release, and even more for him.

"Oh, Logan-" You gasped, your free hand coming up to cup your breast again.

"Good girl, say my name."

You both continued like that, fucking yourselves while watching the other until you finally climaxed. You came so hard your whole body froze, arching off the bed.

"Logan!" You cried out his name again, feeling pressure build up and before you could stop yourself- You squirted. You never did it before, but you couldn't even focus on that as you rode out the wave of pleasure, any shame you felt left your body as you basked in the relief of your orgasm, your body and limbs became empty.

Somewhere in the fuzziness in your mind you could hear Logan grunting, and you opened your eyes- knowing you wanted to see him cum too.

You hadn't even noticed he grabbed your panties, now using them to finish himself off before cumming into the fabric. He tips his head back, letting out a guttural noise of your name. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, his ears red, and a sheen of sweat on his skin. His head falls back forward with his mouth in the shape of an O as he pants for air.

You're both taking a minute to catch your breath. You're starting to realize what the hell just happened- but before you could say anything or even think about regretting it, Logan was on top of you.

He didn't say a word before he was kissing you. It was needy and desperate. He had an arm braced above your head, and a hand cupping your cheek. You pressed your hands against his chest, kissing him back - He took your breath away.

He finally parts leaving you both gasping for air.

"You okay?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair out of the way. You nodded.

"You scared the hell out of me." You laughed breathlessly. "You're home early."

"You can thank the loudmouth for that." He chuckles. "Got us kicked out everywhere we went- Not that I'm complaining..." He leans down to press a kiss to your cheek, and along your jaw. You laughed, because you really do have Wade to thank for all of this...Not that you ever would.

But you're suddenly remembering now- this whole situation. What does this mean for your friendship? Did you hear him say he thought you hated him?

"Logan..." Your hands reached up to cup his face so he'd look at you. "About what just happened....We, we should talk about it-"

"Sure." He sits up, and you find yourself already missing his closeness.

Instead of leaving, he lifts up his shirt and tosses it aside, revealing his toned and hairy body. Your eyes drifted back down to his cock that was still hanging out of his jeans. He was hard again. He lays back down over you, his hand wrapping around your thigh and lifting it over his hip. He presses his cock against your core.