Sanders Sides Oneshots

Loceit

Type : Smut

Dom/Top : Logan

Sub/Bottom : Janus

Warnings :

Gay intimacy, um- past anxcite-. You'll see. ALSO! Short Jan.

Should be it! Tell me if I missed any loves!

Enjoy~

Logan's POV :

I walked around the house looking for Janus, since I hadn't seen him nearly all day. I walked downstairs to find a rather... difficult scene. It looked to be if Janus head on his shoulder. I felt jealousy pang at my heart and growled at Virgil, grabbing Janus and carrying him off. I heard him mumble something but I couldn't hear so I didn't care.

I think I saw Remus or something but I was too busy to look at what crime scene would happen.

I carried Janus up the stairs bridal style and walked to my room. I opened the door defying all and any knowledge of basic physics. I walked in and plopped Janus down on the bed, and climbed over him.

"Ehh-? What are you doing?" He looked at me and puffed his cheeks out. "What were you doing with Virgil." I felt my face heat up as I spoke realizing how childish it sounded. He sighed and looked me sweetly.

                     
Janus' POV :

"Oh this is what this is about hmm~?" I smirked as his face lit up. I sighed again. "I wasn't doing anything with Virgil." I smirked at him, he knew I was lying. I just made fun of Virgil and teased him, but nothing too rash.

I squeaked as he pinned my hands above my head. "Now don't be lying Dearie~" I felt my own face blush a whole new shade of pink nail polish from Target.

I puffed my cheeks out again. "I'm NOT thank you very MUCH. '' I lied again. But what did he care? It's not like I fucked him or anything. "Tell me the truth or else." I shivered when I heard that low growl. I wasn't used to this. We have never really had sex before. It was always here and there with the make out sessions, but never intimacy.

When I used to date Virgil before we split, I always topped him since he was fragile and usually too anxious to try and top, I've never really bottomed out to anyone before. I whimpered under the dominance of my partner. I swallowed my pride and said "I-I was flirting w-with Virgil." I stuttered out weakly. He did a small tut and smirked.

"Now before anything I need your consent." He said strictly. While although it might've toned down the mood, it was still a right. And it extremely sexy-

I nodded and said 'I consent'- He smirked and told me to strip. It's not like we a pole in our room. I mean- The author doesn't want to put a pole in our room. They're really tired.

He let go of my hands and I got up and took off nearly every article of clothing I was wearing. I took off my hat, then my over-coat, next my gloves, my shirt, my pants, and my shoes. He'd already stripped himself but was admiring myself. I was in only my trousers, so there really wasn't much to look at. I stared down at the floor, wiggling my toes so I wouldn't have to look at him.

I hadn't noticed he'd gotten up until I felt his hand on my chin, and while his other was on my hip. "You're beautiful" he said looking down at me to try and match my eye level but failing. It's no fair that the author made him tallest. It's so unruly.

He brought me over to bed, stroking my face. He crawled over me and I felt my boxers slide down my thighs. He summoned lube and put some on his fingers. He then put one finger inside of me, making me jump and squirm. He held me down by my hip which would certainly leave a bruise. I heard him tut and started pushing his finger back and fourth before inserting another. Once he did he started scissoring me, making me groan and squirm more.

He pulled his fingers out making me whimper and pant, before he put more lube on a much bigger object. I felt him pull into me making me moan and push back on him. I put my hands around his neck as he grabbed both of my hips, leaving indefinite bruises. He continued to thrust into me, abusing my prostate, and making me cum sooner than usual.

After a few more thrusts he came inside of me and let pulled out, letting cum drip down my thigh. We were both panting and he quickly put back on his jeans and trousers, picking me up and bringing me to the bathroom to clean up.

He picked me up and we went downstairs to see Virgil trying to walk but his legs were shaking all to much. I think Lo knows why.

| Spoiler alert. He knows why. |

|  Yay! Got another non-anxiety ship done. Not proud of any of this bullshit! Also y'alls comments make me laugh so fucking much I legit cannot- |

-NC

Word count : 869