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Gimme short king!logan x his doll🤠🎀
— Something Sweet
shortking!Logan x doll!reader
tags: PG-13, doll reader, innuendo.
a/n: here you go, my love! Enjoy my snippet! Congrats on your 3,500 followers!
"You wanna taste, Lo?"
Twisting the lollipop against her tongue far more seductively than probably necessary, her eyes lid to half-mast, showing off eye makeup that catches the flickering light beneath the convenience store canopy just so.
Removing the treat with a deliberate pop! her tongue teases the luscious red sweet, lips slowly curling up into a vixen grin. The tap of her heel ticks off against the concrete as she gently balances her weight on the back of Logan's bike.
It sinks a little under her weight, and she leans back against the passenger rest, watching him fiddle with buttons on the pump. Her hand finds her thigh, fingers gently ghosting her exposed skin.
The hem of her skirt rides ever higher as she repositions, twisting her foot lightly against the pavement. She asks again, "Baby? You want somethin' sweet?"
She knows he's hungry, has felt the low rumble in his stomach beneath her hands as she'd fondled his abs, pretending to seek warmth and security on the back of his bike.
He knew she'd been teasing, of course. She'd seen his dark grin in the side mirrors more than once as they'd cruised.
Her hand brushes the low cut of her shirt and distracts her long enough for Logan to be on her in what feels like zero seconds - thick fingers grab her face lightly, tipping her head back as his other snatches the treat away from her slightly open, pouty lips.
The sweet gently skips over his teeth as he rolls it to rest in the corner of his mouth, swinging a leg over the bike. He guides her forward, his warm breath raising her skin.
Her smile is slow matching his, the pleased rumble in his chest sending pounding heat aching deep between her legs.
Logan’s hand lifts to gently rub the ribbon in her hair between his fingers. “Already got somethin' sweet," plucking the candy from between his lips with a wet pop, he forces her to take it with an encouraging chuckle.
"You hold onto that for me, princess," his thick hand drops low, calloused knuckles skimming along the exposed meat of her very upper thigh.
Gripping his arm, she’s breathless as her nails curl into the thick muscle, his coarse hair mottling his perfect lines of muscle, fat.
Her breath hitches a little roughly and he chuckles, fingers teasing at the warmth between her legs. His eyes skip to her lips, head tipped a little condescendingly.
“What else you got that’s sweet, doll?”
