i’m so DRUNK and i can’t stop thinking about pervy!logan not being able to keep his hands off of you.
content/warnings: ddlg, fingering, age gap (reader is in their 20’s)
“c’mon doll, it tickles huh?” he’d ask as his eyes bore into yours, and you couldn’t help but feel flustered, breaking the eye contact.
“mhm, yeahh”, you giggle out, face flushed a bright shade of pink as his hand creeps further up your skirt.
his hands make their way to your panties, the rough pads of his fingers feeling the fabric all soaked up, fingers lazily playing at your clit.
“feels good, princess?” he coos into your ears, his beard tickling your ears which were just as red as your face.
“y-yes,” you barely manage to get out, tilting back your head, tightly shutting your eyes in pleasure.
“look at my girl, enjoying herself,” he grumbles, continuing to rub circles on your clit. “dirty little thing…”
“y’like when your old man plays with your princess parts, doll?” he teases, his fingers pushing harder against you, bringing you closer to your breaking point.
you hastily nod your head yes, but logan lets out a tsk, showing his disapproval.
“words, bub,” he demands, punctuating his words by accelerating the pace of his fingers, the circles he’d rub on your clit getting tighter and tighter.
“oh fuck,” you whine, feeling yourself falter beneath him, the knot in your belly about to snap. “y-yes, daddy,” you cry out.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl.”
