Truth or Dare
John Logan x Graham!sister
Summary: A movie night turns into something more, pushing boundaries that could lead to trouble.
a/n: graham!sister is like a year or two younger than Garrett. This was a quick write so sorry if you don't enjoy, i have another Logan story in the works thats longer.
warnings: she/her pronouns. 18+ MDNI. smut. filthy but it would be dirtier. cum play. slight boob play. grinding. Logan commands? no protection (i do not advise this its just hot). cum eating? underlying prganancy kink? lmk if i forgot any.
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Garrett's little sister is off limits. As in "touch her and I break a bone," off limits. But Logan can't help himself to look at her a little longer than he should every once in awhile. A long moment to scan and study her face, doing his best (but failing) to not scan her body, taking in every detail. The way her skin glows, her smile that lights up her whole face and the twinkle in her eyes, and although its hard for him to admit this in fear of his best friend, the curve of her ass catches his attention too often, and the plush of her tits makes him squirm. Today is no different.
As Garrett's sister walks in, she's met by her brother, hugging and talking so fast that no one could understand if they tried. Logan's sitting on the couch, failing again to keep his eyes away from her. He feels a twitch in his pants and quickly looks away, slightly readjusting himself just in time before Garrett and her turn towards him.
"Sooo she needs to spend the night here, and I have a date with Hannah so is it cool with you she stays over?" Garrett questions. Logan shrugs his shoulders casually. "Yeah no problem."
"Thanks Logan, I really needed to get out of the house," she smiles at him and hops up to Garrett's room. Garrett grabs his keys gives a quick goodbye and heads out the door, leaving the house errily quiet.
Logan decides to get a drink and turn a movie on. Just as he gets comfortable on the couch and hits play, he hears footsteps down the stairs and sees the black haired girl make her way downstairs and into the living room. She looks at the tv and then at Logan.
"Drinking alone and watching a movie at 9:30. Who are you and what did you do with John Logan?" She laughs and makes her way into the kitchen.
"What a man can't want a chill night in? Self care," Logan laughs as she comes back into the living room, drink in hand and plopping down next to Logan, who had a surprised look on his face.
"So what are we watching?" She asks.
"'Truth or Dare'," Logan answers.
"Oh isn't that suppose to be scary?" She asks with a hesitation in her voice. Logan laughs.
"I don't think it's that scary, just kinda a mind fuck."
"Okay I think I can handle that," she shrugs and turns to the screen.
Okay so maybe she couldn't handle that. Not because it was scary but because it was honestly a little bit boring. By the end of the movie, the two have become tipsy, and incredibly bored.
"Well that movie sucked," Logan announces. She laughs and nods her head.
"So bad! Like everything was so predictable," she laughs more. An idea comes to her suddenly in an attempt to bring the mood up. "We should play truth or dare," she suggests. Logan turns his head considering this. He knows truth or dare mixed with alcohol and a pretty girl are always a deadly mix. Even more so when it's his best friends younger sister. But then he feels a twitch in his pants that tells him all he needs.
"I'm down," he shrugs. She claps her hands together and smiles.
"Okay, me first, truth or dare?" she asks with a slightly mischievous look in her eye.
"Truth," answers Logan not wanting to rush the game.
"Lameee, okay let me think," she pauses briefly before smiling widely. "Do you have any kinks?" She asks with a laugh. Logan chokes on a laugh at the sudden question. So much for taking it slow.
"Um.. yeah I do," he answers simply. She looks unsatisfied with his answers.
"What are they?" she questions further.
"Nu-uh, only one truth at a time gotta wait your turn," he chuckles as she huffs in sight annoyance. "Fine, your turn, I pick dare because I'm not a wimp," Logan tsks his tongue.
"Think you can handle what I got for you?" He questions. She rolls her eyes at him.
"I can handle whatever you throw at me, I'm a big girl," she smirks slightly. Logan takes a second to contemplate another dare to avoid the next words that come out of his mouth, but comes up with nothing.
"I dare you to take a body shot off me," Logan gives her a look that instantly makes her panties wet. She swallows thickly and quickly collects herself to seem cool and unbothered by the.. well hot, dare.
"No problem," she shrugs and grabs the bottle and a lime from the coffee table. "You gonna take your shirt off and lay back or do I have to do that for you?" she challenges. Logan feels the hardness in his pants getting bigger.
"I wouldn't mind some help," he says lowly. She reaches over to him and slowly lifts his shirt over his head, running her fingers over his body as she goes up. She then pushes him back against the couch swiftly, making Logan gasp.
She grabs the lime slice and puts the skin side into his mouth. She grabs the salt and puts a sprinkle in a line leading up to his belly button from his pants, then puts a bit of the alcohol into his belly button. Logans eyes are wide with amusement as she lowers herself to his lower half. She sticks her tongue out and licks a slow line up the small patch of hair leading up. Logan groans at the contact, now positive that she can feel the hard-on swelling beneath her chest, and swears she grinds down on it a little bit.
She reaches his belly button and sensually licks it clean of the bitter liquor, biting a little while shes there. She looks up to Logan who's eyes are heavy and eyebrows knit together. She crawls up his body and reaches his face. She leans in to grab the lime from his mouth, their lips getting as close as possible without kissing and lingers there for longer than she should have before quickly pulling away, sucking the juice from the line.
As she sits her body up, shes suddenly aware of the pressure pushing on her core. Her eyes widen at the contact through her thin pajama shorts and wonders if this is the best or worst time to not be wearing underwear. Logans breath hitches and his head lulls back slightly before returning his gaze to hers. She smirks at him, something dark in her eyes. Logans heart beats fast.
"Truth or dare?" she asks, catching Logan a little off guard. "Um, dare." She grinds down lightly on Logan while she gives her dare making Logans head spin.
"I dare you to take your pants off," she says as if its the most casual thing ever. Logan is quick to undo his pants, brain foggy with the beautiful woman he's been silently yearning for sitting on top of him playing the most taboo game with him.
Once his pants are down, he quickly grabs her hips and pushes her back down on him and basically moans out at the closer contact. Her eyes close in concentration to not embarrass herself because feeling Logan this close is driving her mad.
"I dare you to grind on me," Logan huffs, desperate for her to move on him. She laughs, "You didn't even ask me truth or da-" she cutoff.
"New game I invented lets play," his grip on her hips getting stronger. She lays her hands on his chest and slowly starts grinding herself against his bulge. They both moan quietly at the friction, her nails slightly scratching his chest. They continue this for a few minutes, grinding harder and harder until they're both losing their mind.
"I dare you to put it in," she huffs, needing to feel him fill her. He groans and starts taking her shorts off. As he sits up to get the shorts down, there lips are inches apart. She crashes her lips onto his, kissing fast and sloppy. It feels hungry as they desperately trying and drink the other one in. Teeth are crashing and chests are heaving.
"Fucking finally," he says breathlessly, and finishes getting her shorts down. As soon as her shorts are thrown across the room, Logan kicks his boxers off and immediately starts aligning his dick to her enterance. She slowly sinks down, allowing herself to adjust to his big size. Once shes bottomed out she starts to slowly grind herself, gasping and moaning at the feeling.
"Take your shirt off," Logan commands, hands already finding their way to the hem of her tank top. "Is that your dare?" she barely gets out. Logan shakes his head.
"No, now I'm just fucking you," the shirt flys off her and Logans hands quickly find her hips and starts moving her up and down his shaft. A loud moan leaves her lips at the abrupt roughness, her nails now leaving hard scratches down Logans chest. Logan groans as she bounces, her tight pussy swallowing him whole, clentching everything he has out of him, her nails leave a burn that makes him harder than he thought was possible.
He reaches his hands up and starts groping her tits, paying special attention to her perfect nipples. His thumb rubs over them in small circles before he pinches them and pulls on them. Her pussy clenches as a loud moan leaves her mouth.
"Fuck Logan, fuck," she whines out. Logan chuckles deeply. He then quickly flips them to the other side of the couch and throws one of her legs over his shoulder, burying impossibly deep in her slick.
"You feel me baby? You feel how deep I am in you? Want me to fill you up?" Logan knows he shouldn't. He know the consequences of not using protection and then willingly nutting in someone. But his body isn't listening to logic. He feels like a sex crazed person. The images of him filling her to the brim and watching it leak out of her tight hole makes him speed up his thrusts into her. She nods her head frantically making Logan tsk.
"Need.. words baby," Logan struggles through his words. He notices her eyes starting to gloss over, making his ego inflate knowing he's doing this to her. He's making her feel this good. He.. is fucking his best friends sister. For some reason in his sick mind this makes Logan moan out loud, impossibly close to finishing at this point.
"Yes, please. Logan cum in me, please," tears start leaking down her face and her whole body begins to tense, on the brink of pure ecstasy. Logans gut starts twitching listening to her practically beg him, and how could he say no. She reaches a hand up to the back of his head as she cums, pulling hard on his hair causing Logan's hips to faulter and the coil in his stomach to explode. He keeps thrusting lightly, pulling them both through their orgasims, their chests heaving and small moans leaving both their lips.
Logan brings his hand down and brushes it on her face soothingly. "You doing okay babe?" Logan asks gently. Her eyes slowly open, a big grin rising in her face.
"I can't believe that just happened," she states, bewildered. Logan just chuckles.
"I can't believe you just let me cum inside you," Logan gives a small thrust, his dick still semi-hard inside her. Her eyes fill with lust again after this, something stiring in her stomach again. Logan takes notice of this.
" What? That get you going again?" He chuckles and she slaps his bicept playfully.
"Whatever, you're still inside me so that's what's doing it," she says simply. Logans eyebrows raise.
"Oh baby, I don't need to be inside you to get you going," he smirks and slowly pulls out, already missing the warmth. Just as she goes to to question him, he's already making his way down her body, kissing and licking as he goes. Her body starts tingling as he comes face to face with her heat. He opens her legs and uses two fingers to spread her lips apart. He feels his dick press against the couch as he finds small reminiscences of his load slowly leaking out of her.
"Push," Logan commands. She looks down at him confused. "What?" she asks.
"Push, please," his voice is dark and focused. Although shes confused, she does as he says and pushes. When she does, she feels a warm liquid coming out of her and she makes a noise of surprise. This was the first time she's let a man do this. Logan all but groans seeing his seed leak out of her beautiful pussy. He uses two fingers to scoop some up and slowly pushes them inside of her. She gasps at the sudden, but welcome, intrusion.
She looks down and Logan is practically drooling, as he brings his mouth down, licking gently around her clit. Her head flys back as he continues to finger and lick her before he suddenly starts sucking on her clit. Hard. She screams out Logan's name mixed with swear words and is very happy no one is home.
His fingers speed up their pace making sure the cum is deep in her. He then takes his hand away and starts slurping up her entire heat. Licking every fold and crevice, basically rubbing his whole face in her slick. She's crying out babbles at this point, unable to form words anymore. Her toes begin to curl and her breathing gets heavy. Logan focuses his tongue on her bud, flicking as fast as his tongue will allow, making the band inside her snap in a hot flash. She finishes all over Logans face, Logan lapping up every bit he can, relishing in her taste. Commiting it to memory.
Her eyes slowly open as she feel Logan come back above her again. She smiles as she sees the shine covering his mouth, chin and nose. He smiles back at her and lays on top of her, hugging her. She hugs him back and allows her self to take deep breathes while shes there. He leans back slightly just to get a look at her face.
"How you doing?" He asks gently. She laughs softly and brushes Logans hair back.
"I'm great, that was great, you're great." She concludes making Logan blush slightly. Then another thought comes to his mind.
"Oh no, what about Garrett?" Logan starts panicking. She starts rubbing slow circles around his back.
"We can figure him out later, we should go get cleaned up," she says soothingly. Logan exhales and lays back down on top of her, nuzzeling into her neck.
"Just a few more minutes here." She nods.
"That's fine, I like it here."
