Johnny Doesn’t Know [Garrett Graham x Logan!Reader]
notes: drinking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), not proofread. Halfway through writing this, I realized I absolutely hated it!!! So I wrote it again, and now I actually love it!!!! Also I know it’s spelled “beau” but for some reason writing this I forgot— I literally read the books idk how I forgot l… so yeah it’s spelled wrong this entire fic I just don’t feel like changing it heheh
Word count: 2.6k
The bathroom floods with steam as you hum along to your favorite song playing on your phone. You can faintly hear the buzzing coming from the insistent texting from your twin brother John. Tonight, you're tagging along to a New Year's party thrown by Bo Maxwell. John has a habit of spamming your phone before a party, after that one time you ditched them to do a marathon of New Girl.
Some nights, you’d rather stay in; tonight was not one of those nights. Tonight you were going to this party with a mission. Keep John away from you all night— and take down Garrett Graham.
You squeak off your faucet and step out onto the bathmat, Cheeks pink from the heat of your shower. It never took you long to get ready - usually opting for a simple gloss and mascara. But tonight- tonight you were letting your makeup skills shine. In combination with your extremely short dress and heels that made your ass and legs look so good, you were gonna have to beat the fellas off with a stick. All fellas but one, of course.
You had told Garrett earlier that you were totally coming to pregame, but as Garrett checks his phone for the fifth time in a minute, you're nowhere to be found.
Your hands tremble on the steering Wheel as you pull your car into the Hawks’ house driveway. Last party you went to with your twin, you ended up totally blacked out and had to be carried out on Garrett's shoulder... Not that you remember it. Dean does though, and he never lets you live it down.
When you try to open the door to the home, it's locked. Leaving you with no option other than to bang on it with all your might.
You can tainty hear an "I'm coming, damn it!" Before the door swings open to reveal the man of the hour- Garrett.
"Oh," He stops in his tracks, taking a moment to check you out. "Hey,” he manages to say. The pink in his cheeks deepens the more he tries to stop it.
You bat your eyes up at him, “Hi, Garrett.”
You had had your claws in Garrett Graham since the moment the two of you met; he knows it too. You love to dangle yourself in front of him like bait because you know his loyalty to your brother is strong, and John proclaimed you as "off limits" to his friends.
(More a warning to you and Dean than anyone else) That meant no matter how bad you and Garrett wanted each other, you just couldn't. But recently you had noticed his resolve slipping day by day - your plan was working.
"It’s about time you showed up!"Your brother pops out from the top of the Steps. "Graham, let her in; she's gonna Freeze to death!"
Garrett hadn't realized he'd been staring for that long. "Oh, sorry." He awkwardly shifts out of the way so you can step inside.
You can't remember the last time you had so much genuine fun at a pregame. But then again- you always had tons of fun while with your brother and his friends. Bo’s party was starting around now— but Dean had convinced everyone that it was no use showing up early cuz the party doesn’t really start until an hour in. Dean's words, not yours.
“YO Little Logan!!” Your head whips at the voice calling out to you. Even though you don’t need to look to know it’s Garrett, "Come play beer pong with us before we leave!"
You gasp, quickly darting up from beside Dean and Tucker in the kitchen, downing one final shot before making your way over to the pong table. “I love beer pong!!” You gush at him.
"I know you do," Garrett says just to you, so you beam at him.
"And I hate beer, so I don’t know if this is an act of love or hate.” You joke, throwing a ping pong ball and hitting it off John's chest and into a Solo cup.
You and Garrett burst into cheers. As the game progresses, whenever you win, the drunker you and Garrett become. No one around seems to notice (or mind) that the drunker you get, the clingier you get.
Garrett was tipsy already.
You were slightly…more than tipsy— the game had gone on longer than expected.
There was not enough room in Grace's car for the six of you. Especially not when 4/6 of you were massive hockey players. You being the only girl not driving means you had to sit on Garrett's lap for the short ride. Tonight just kept getting better and better. The closeness of the two of you made the car ride excruciating for Garrett. The perfume you wore clouded his nose. You were so close and so warm. It was almost like you were doing it on purpose— but you weren't even doing anything.
In all honesty, you probably could have done something. It was dark - no one would notice. Well, Dean might notice, but he's dean So that doesn't really count. But what's the fun in taking the easy way? If Garrett wanted you, he was going to have to work for it.
Loud house music and more booze were exactly what you needed to make this already awesome night way better. You had lost track of Garrett almost immediately, opting to pretend like you were listening to Dean, Tucker, and John talk about hockey. Wasn't this supposed to be a fun party?? With a groan, you leave for the kitchen to pour yourself some more mystery punch. You didn't care what was in it, only that it was strong enough to provide you with the encouragement to finally take down Garrett.
Before you can scoop the drink into your cup, a large hand is plucking it from your grasp. "I think you've had enough for right now,” Garrett Chides.
You groan, "What the hell garrett?!"
"You'll be thanking me tomorrow when you can remember what went on tonight.”
You groan again, this time more from embarrassment. “Bro, that was one time!"
"'I don't want to hear it, Missy.” He holds the cup above his head when you try to reach for it.
"If you're not gonna let me drink, you at least have to dance with me," you accept defeat. Taking his hand and pulling him to the living-room-turned-dancefloor.
"You look good tonight." He yells over the music at you.
"So do you." You look back at him. He's wearing a plain black pair of cans and a backwards cap. It was almost like he could read your mind and knew just how sexy you found him like this. “Granam. Does my brother Know your here right now?" You mock. Garrett laughs, shaking his head.
"Does your brother Know your been trying to get in his best friend's pants for years?"
"Probably not," you shrug. “That or he's really good at acting." You joke; he laughs again.
You let the music take over your body. Hips swaying to the beat as you grind your body into his.
He's solid and sturdy against you, bodies fitting together like puzzles.
You honestly didn't even realize midnight was fast approaching until everyone around you started counting clown from ten. It was actually very startling - even more so when you feel Garrett's lips crashing against yours. A small whimper leaves you as he slips his tongue in your mouth, tangling it with yours.
It was absolute hell lugging your shitfaced brother back to the car in one piece. One thing you failed to consider when making your plan— having John leave you alone all night meant he spent the night with Dean. No one can outdrink Dean. But you did it; you, Grace, and Garrett all managed to haul John's dead weight into the vehicle to bring him back home. You gave up on trying to help when he got to the stairs. Opting to let him sleep it off on the downstairs sofa.
Hand in his, you follow Garrett up to his bedroom. The moment you walk through the threshold of the room, a body-shattering yawn rips through you.
Garrett laughs, “You party too hard, Logan?”
“I didn't, but hauling John in and out of that car took way more strength than I thought it would,” you admit shamelessly.
“Well, since your usual Sleeping spot is occupied, you can stay up here with me." Garrett offers, “Do you want a shirt to change into?”
"What a Gentleman. Yes, please.” You waste no time kicking off your uncomfortable heels and flop back onto Garrett's bed. Garrett throws the oversized T-Shirt over your sprawled-out self. But to your complete surprise, Garrett turns around to give you some privacy. You try and fail to unzip your dress yourself. “Uh… Garrett?”
"Yes, doll?" He still doesn’t turn around to look at you.
"Don't laugh, but I can't unzip my dress, " You admit to him. He turns around, chuckling. You stomp your feet, “I just said don’t laugh!!" You whine.
"I’m not laughing." He throws his hands up in defense, then gestures for you to turn around. “You’re just cute.” He teases.
You feel as he pulls down your dress Zipper, slow and agonizing. “Only when I’m in your room half naked?”
You quickly and seamlessly slip off your dress and pop on Garrett's shirt, turning to face him.
“No, I think you’re cute all the time." He holds lethal eye contact with you briefly.
Garrett starts taking pillows off the bed and putting them on the floor.
"Wait, what are you doing?”
“I'm getting my bed ready." He says matter-of-factly.
"Garrett, I'm not going to make you sleep on the floor in your own Room.”
"You're not 'makin me' do anything. I'm letting you take the bed.”
"You don't have to do that.”
"But I want to.”
"And I want you in bed with me!' You confess, albeit a little boldly.
“But what about John?"
“What about him?” You shrug, "We’re both consenting adults here, Gar. But also we're not even doing anything were Just going to Sleep."
When you wake up your engulfed in warmth. Oh god, what did you get yourself into last night?! Whose bedroom are you even in??? You lock eyes with the street sign on the wall with Garrett in bold letters. Suddenly your drunken boldness comes flashing back to you. You hadn’t done anything physical besides the midnight kiss, but you definitely were way more bold than you’ve ever been when it came to Garrett. Not that you had much room to complain—not with one of his big strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist. It's hard to focus on anything like this, let alone fall back to Sleep.
Not that you're uncomfortable in Garrett’s unconscious grasp; you just really gotta pee, and it doesn’t seem like he's letting up anytime. "Garrett," you try to whisper; he doesn’t budge. You try poking at the arm clasped around your waist, someones gotta tell this guy that no one's going to take you from him.
"Garrett, please." You beg, wiggling against him. He groans again, grasp Finally loosening enough for you to slip out of his grasp to duck into the bathroom.
The hallway is dark, only being illuminated by the moonlight outside. You should have brought your phone, not that you even knew where it was. When you sneak back into the room, Garrett is no longer fast asleep like he was when you had left him.
“Hey," you squeak out. Painfully aware of how his dark eyes rake over your form in the soft light.
“Hey, what's wrong?" His deep morning voice sends a shock down your spine.
"Oh! Nothing's wrong," You assure him. “Just had to pee, that’s all,” You shrug.
The tension is palpable as the two of you hold intense eye contact from across the room. “Then get back here.” He taps the bed beside him.
Like a magnet, you're back at his Side. Not fully on the bed. But close enough to see lust taking over his gaze. "I didn’t mean to wake you…” You feign innocence.
“You didn’t mean to rub that perfect little ass on me before you got up and left? Did you also not mean to wear that sexy dregs tonight? Had all the guys staring at what’s mine."He adjusts himself in his Pants.
You sit back down fully on the bed, “Okay, maybe I did,” you admit Cheekily.
Garrett laughs because he was by no means an idiot; he was actually very smart and insanely good at reading you.
“You’ve been teasing me for all this time,” he states. “Gonna finally be good and let me have you?”
You nod as he lifts you up into his lap. Kissing you roughly as his big hands find themselves back on the small of your waist. You grind yourself on the hardening cock below you. You had imagined yourself with Garrett countless times. But this? This was unlike anything you could have dreamed of.
Garrett was extremely solid under you. It was perfect. You couldn't get enough. He pulls away slightly. “Let me taste you?” He begs, breathless
"Please~" you whine. You can't tell who sounds more pathetic right now.
He lifts you and places you under him like ya weigh absolutely nothing.
Garrett coos when he sees how absolutely ruined you are in your panties. Blood rushes to your face; damn, he really had that kind of effect on you. You try to avert eye contact with the way he’s sliding your panties off your already trembling legs. Slow, agonizing— just like how he had pulled your dress zipper earlier in the night. He kisses on your thighs sloppily, basking in the glory of finally being able to be in between your legs.
When he finally laps at your throbbing heat, you have to stop the blaring moan you let out. John and Grace are asleep— either downstairs where you left them or down the hall in John's room. Under no circumstances could you afford to be as loud as you wanted to be. but god, was he making you feel good, lapping away at your gushing folds like a starved man. You hadn't realized he'd been so hungry for you.
“Garrett,” you whine, “you gotta stop, I'm gonna-”
He pulls away before you can finish. You curse under your breath— but your complaints are quickly stopped when he starts reaching for his sweatpants. Your mouth drools as he pulls out his red, leaking cock. No underwear? When did he have time to pull that off? God, his dick looked so heavy, and your mouth waters at the idea of having it down your throat. But that was for another day. A day where you could take all of the time you wanted, tearing him apart.
You're so worked up that Garrett pushes into you in one clean go. The both of you groan in sync at the tightness. Your walls flutter around him involuntarily; he curses loudly. Neither of you is gonna last very long at this rate. He's just stretching you good, and when he pulls out and slams back into you, you see stars. Yeah, you knew Garrett Graham was good in bed. But this is the work of a sex god. You cum embarrassingly loud and roughly around Garrett. He doesn't last much longer than you. Pulling out and making an absolute mess of hot white ropes on your (his) shirt. Not that either of you really care much; you shed the shirt, and the two of you fall asleep naked.
Let's hope no one comes in without knocking in the morning.
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