Logan or Sirius request: fooling around under the table at a family dinner 💕💕
A/N: smut, NSFW, dirty stuff, yadda yadda
“Why are you so tense, babe?” Logan cooed as you sat in the back of the town car together. He gently squeezed your thigh as you looked out the window.
“Probably because this is the first time I’m meeting your father and I’ve never heard you say anything positive about him in the last year.” You let out a sigh before looking back at him. He was giving you that smug look you both loved and hated all at the same time. “What Logan?!”
“Nothing. You’re just so cute when you’re so worked up,” he smiled. You rolled you eyes as you pulled onto the long driveway winding up to his family’s large brick home.
Everyone had been perfectly pleasant during introductions. You had already met his mother and sister, Juliet. Even his father, who you had long dreaded meeting, was a gentleman as he showed you around their compound. Everyone gathered in the long dining room and was seated for dinner. Two waiters came around and served everyone’s food. Never in your life had you seen in home wait staff, but after a year of Logan’s stories about his family’s life of luxury, it didn’t surprise you.
“So Y/N, Logan tells me you work for a financial institution,” his father began right as you had shoved a fork full of salad in your mouth. You quickly tried to chew and swallow before answering him.
“Yes. I uh, I work in auditing,” you smiled, looking over at Logan out of the corner of your eye. He was gazing at you, leaned back as far as possible in his seat.
“How nice. So-” His father began talking about regulatory elements of Delos, thinking maybe that was a way to connect with you. You nodded along as he spoke, but your attention was on Logan’s hand which had made its way on your thigh under the tablecloth. He silently slid his hand under the hem of your dress, slowly moving his fingers toward the edge of your underwear.
“Y/N?” His father was looking right at you. Shit. What had he just said? Something about the board? Panic was setting in and you could feel Logan loving every moment of it.
“Mhmm!” You decided it was safer to just agree with whatever it was he said. He gave you a smile and began asking Juliet about some work related business, allowing you to finally let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You shot a look at Logan, warning him he was entering dangerous territory. All he did was wink back at you.
As the conversation became more lively, Logan continued on his mission, gently pushing your underwear to the side with his index and middle finger. He ran a long finger up your folds, gently flicking at your clit. You dropped your fork loudly on your plate, momentarily shifting the attention on you. Once everyone had gone back to their conversations, he made his way down to your entrance, gliding two fingers inside you.
“Mmm, so good!” he exclaimed as he took a bite of the chicken had been placed in front of him. You glared at him out of the corner of your eye. That same shit eating grin was all over his face, so pleased with his performance in the game he was playing.
“I’m glad you like it, dear,” his mother said smiling a sweet smile at him.
“Oh, I love it. Don’t you, babe?” He asked, turning to finally look at your face.
“It’s great,” you said through gritted teeth. He continued to pump in and out, steadily increasing his pace before passing his thumb back over your clit, making you squirm in your seat. You looked over to him, begging him with your eyes to stop before you came. But instead, he nodded only slightly, encouraging you to ride out your high here in their dining room. A few more moments and you were coming undone under the table, careful to bite down on your lip and stifle any noises that typically would be coming from you right about now. Slowly, he removed his fingers from you and placed them in his mouth, sucking your juices from his long fingers.
“Truly incredible. We should do this more often!” Logan declared to the table. Everyone nodded in tentative agreement, unsure what had turned Logan into the man who all of a sudden couldn’t get enough of family dinners.