Logan having to have sex before every game?? And if he's on a roadie some phone sex?? I love your writing!!!
warnings: nsfw going forward so 18+ please, fwb!logan, switchy!logan, oral (logan receiving), fingering, spanking once, unprotected sex, finishing on the reader
a/n: it's a long one, kinda made this a second part to this one because i love the dynamic so much. thank you so much for your kind words! <33 keep the requests coming, please! feedback is always appreciated, and enjoy!! <3
"just...s-so fuckin' p-pretty," logan stutters out, hand braced on the back of your head, coaxing you to take more of him. it's blatantly an obession at this point, to watch your lips stretch as you take him, his cock, hot and heavy against your tongue, throbbing the wider your mouth stretches, that little crease in your brows as you struggled to take all of him too adorable for him not to smile warmly at it. "oh, my god - fuck - just drooling all over it," he fists his sheets, knuckles turning white, his cockhead nudging the back of your throat, the noise of you gagging so pornographic he can't help but whine at how good it all feels, "you're killing me, princess."
and yeah, that was new too, him calling you princess and baby, or whatever else happened to slip off his tongue in the heat of the moment, the confidence in him swelling the more he used them. he was worried he'd crossed a line the first time he called you baby, the bridge of his nose shining bright red, a nervous look in his eyes, but you just giggled, all sweet in the way that you do that drives him insane, telling him that you thought it was pretty acceptable of him to call you baby if you were going to keep putting his dick in your mouth.
he grunts, meeting your eyes as you look up at him, your tongue swirling around the tip, him twitching in your hand as you flick your tongue along the slit. a breath whistles through his teeth. "you can't do that," he whimpers, with blotchy cheeks and teeth marks in his bottom lip from where he had been biting down too hard. you do it again, slower this time, mouth curling wickedly as he squirms. "stop, stop, stop, get up here," he rushes out, finally pushing you off, hands framing your face as you crawl up, your knees bracketing his sides. a shy chuckle breaks through a deep breath, "fuck, that was too close."
"you're so cute when you squirm," you love to tease him, testing his limits, watching the heat bloom in his cheeks, until its all too much and he finally snaps. "i wasn't squirming." "the state of your sheets tell a different story," you giggle against his lips, kissing him slowly, swallowing his moans as you keep your hand on his cock, stroking the tip with a feather-like touch.
"what am i going to do for the next ten days?" he rolls you over, trailing his hand down your front, and past your panties, the feel of your slick wetting his fingers making him groan into your neck as he marked you with another hickey. "christ, did sucking my cock get you this wet, baby?" he goes in with two fingers, stretching you, the ache sweet and delicious. "i'm gonna play like shit without this."
"you can always phone me."
"yeah, you'd be down for that?" you nod, wrapping your hand around his wrist, trying to drive his fingers deeper. "my pretty girl wants to make sure i have a good game, even when i'm away, hmm?" you whimper, stroking your fingers into his hair as he drifts his mouth lower, pulling as his teeth graze gently over your nipple. "such a good girl for me."
his thumb brushes over your clit, circling it, teasing out little moans. "such pretty sounds," he murmurs around your nipple, sucking it, "can't believe i get to hear them, so pretty, and so perfect." he pulls off with a wet pop, blowing hot air against it, making you shiver, his fingers continuing to drive deeper inside, working you open. "like taking my fingers, don't you? and you do such a good job, taking them," you're mewling his name through a string of moans, "gonna have to pretend your fingers are mine when i'm gone, think you can do that?"
you nod, head jerking fast against the pillow, "yes, yes-fuck, logan-no-!" he withdraws his fingers, sucking them both clean, smirking as you scowl up at him. "i was close," you whine, letting him turn you, his hands gentle as they caress your sides and hips, logan quickly shedding off your panties.
"i know, i'm sorry," he mumbles, leaning over and kissing your shoulder, the hot heavy length of him pressing into you, "you'll get to come, i promise, baby." he kisses behind your ear, the back of your neck, marking a path down between your shoulders. "hips up a little more higher," he holds you, stroking his thumb into your skin, wetting his bottom lip as you adjust, knees widening and hips lifting higher for him, "fuck, i love seeing how worked up you get, so pretty and all wet for me."
"for you?" you lift up onto your elbows, glancing over his shoulders, lips twitching, teeth sinking softly into your bottom lip. "i've been thinking about colton the whole time." colton was your version of claire, cute but a little obsessive, and someone you should've deleted from your contacts a long time ago.
you gasp, his hand landing a firm slap to your behind. "i've heard the stories, he never made you this wet, princess." he smooths his hand over your cheek, dipping to kiss the slightly stinging flesh. "correction," he grins against you, "he never made you wet."
both of you are moaning as he eases inside, his hands gripping your hips, tethering himself, your slicked walls pulling him all in with one thrust. he's slow and precise, pulling back until just the tip rests inside, waiting for you to beg the way you always do to put it back in, needing to be filled, before pushing back in, grinning the whole time.
his hands palm at your ass and hips, "feel so good in my hands," he'll pant, picking up at little speed, that delicious thrill licking up his spine as you push back, trying to match his thrusts.
you're gone the second you feel more his weight on top of you, his skin warm and a little sweaty as his chest meets your back, hips grinding, cock nudging the deepest part of you, making your toes curl and your thighs tremble. "just like this, yeah?" he asks, kissing behind your ear, one hand fisting the pillow to catch himself, the other on your jaw, turning you to face him. his nose presses into your cheek, his mouth kissing lazily at whatever it meets first, your jaw, the corner of your mouth.
"yes, yes-!" the rest of what you want to say is mouthed, your cheeks flushed with heat, logan's soft chuckling ringing deep in your ears, making some dumb comment about fucking you stupid. stupid but wrong.
"i've got you," he grunts, dusting your shoulders with more of those lazy kisses, "let go, princess, just let it happen." you come with his name on your lips, most of your cries muffled by his hand cupping your mouth. "thin walls," he quickly warns, whimpering into your ear as you clamp down around his cock, coming hard, "those moans are just for me, don't need to be sharing them with the neighbours."
you go limp, rolling over with a smile as logan turns you over, his hand stroking himself slowly, using your slick as lube. "could do this all day," he meets your mouth with a soft kiss, his moans becoming your next breath, as he buries himself back into the wet warmth of your cunt, "just keep myself buried in you, make you come over and over again. i'll never get tired of how you sound when you come, how you say my name."
"but then how will you test your superstition?" you tease, sucking on his bottom lip, his cock twitching between your fluttering walls as your teeth tug on the soft flesh.
"not a suspenstition," he keeps grinding into you, wanting to be as close to you as possible, framing the side of your face with his large palm, "it's a fact i play better after fucking you."
"i know," you grin, "i just wanted to hear you say it."
"fuck off," he laughs, all breathless and hiding his face in your neck. he gets you back though, biting down softly, inspecting the fresh bruise with pride.
"dickhead," you whine.
"princess," he smiles.
his hand is back around his cock the second he's close to coming, jerking himself off onto your stomach, your name mixed in with soft whimpers of how it's too much, and how sensitive it is. "fuck, there's so much," he groans, more of him spilling onto you, white ropes marking your soft skin, until he's finished, his hand squeezing around the tip to milk out the last drop.
"i don't know how you can play a game after that," you say moments later, cleaned up, wearing one of his t-shirts, sprawled on his bed, watching him flit about his bedroom as he starts to get ready.
he shrugs, grinning over his shoulder. "i'm an athlete, baby."
"ew," you gag, tossing a cushion at his back, "i'm taking back the privilege of you calling me baby."
"like you would ever really do that," he scoffs, curling his hand around your jaw, quickly dipping to kiss you, "sleep, i'm gonna take a shower." "i'm not tired." "lair," he chuckles, "you're always tired after sex."
"eyes on me, baby, that's it, let me see those pretty eyes as i make you come." with clayton Keller!!
smut prompt 5 - "eyes on me, baby, that's it, let me see those pretty eyes as i make you come"
pairing: clayton keller x fem!reader
word count: 1.9k+
warnings: 18+, minors dni, pre-established relationship, morning sex, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), clayton's a munch-ish, fingering, porn with kinda plot, not edited
a/n: this is probably the longest thing i have written in two months, and for a prompt request i definitely got a little bit too carried away, oops. requests for prompts, thoughts/blurbs, and fics are open for the utah boys only. please let me know what you think, and enjoy!! <33
“Fuckin’ drenched-!” Clayton gasps, his voice low in your ear, as his fingers move slowly, teasing out little quiet whimpers that mingle with the soft squelching of your wet cunt. “I've barely touched you, baby.”
He closes the gap, grazing his teeth over the expanse on your neck, groaning hard at your hand reaching up to tug on his hair. Playing with his hair was the easiest way to elicit a reaction from him, and you grin blissfully, still half-asleep, as he ruts into your backside.
“Makes me wonder what you were dreaming about,” he rasps, curling his fingers, finding that sweet spot that made your whole body feel on fire. His thumb hasn't stopped brushing slow circles onto your clit, feeling it ache and throb under his touch. “What were you dreaming about?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?” You hum, nodding your head, squealing as he suddenly rolls you onto your back. “Nothing got you this wet?” He holds his fingers up for inspection, your slick messy over the two digits, before slowly sucking each clean. “I'll ask again, what were you dreaming about? Hmm?” He dipped, kissing the corner of your mouth, a deep chuckle forming as you chased him. He'd give you a proper kiss when you gave him the answer he wanted to hear. “Was it me?”
“No comment.”
“No comment?” His lips curl into a full grin, all teeth and lighting his eyes up, finding it cute how you struggled to look him in the eyes. “That's cute. That's real cute,” he cups his hand around your jaw, angling your head back into the pillow, forcing you to look up at him, “but I call bullshit.”
“Maybe,” you smile sweetly, “just maybe, I wasn't dreaming about you at all.”
“Nah. Nah.” His thumb slides across your bottom lip, resisting the temptation to breach your mouth and have you suck on it. “You can't pull that trick on me, baby.”
“So confident for someone-”
He kisses you, crushing his mouth down hard, swallowing your gasps. “Go on,” he mutters against your lips, “finish what you were saying. Tell me I'm wrong.” His hand lowers from your face to your side, gripping your body tight, keeping you caged below him. “Tell me it wasn't my name you were moaning.”
“I wasn't moaning your name-”
“-yes, you were.”
“Was not.” You lick your lips, his eyes following the path of your tongue, instantly honing in. “You were hogging the covers,” you argue, forcing back a smile but it still tugs on the corners of your mouth, giving you away, “I was telling you to stop. You had probably just dreamt that I was.”
“Well, I’m always dreaming of you,” he ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes, “hard not to when you fill my every thought, princess. Wake up? You. Morning skate? You. Middle of the game?” He stabs his finger softly in the spot above your heart. “But,” he tone shifts quickly, carrying a teasing edge to it, “you were moaning for me to not stop.”
You press the back of your hand to his forehead. “Just as I suspected,” you joke, giggling as he pinches your side, “last night, you were seeing things, and now you're hearing things. We need to get you to a doctor.”
“Last…” His eyes roll. “There was one brownie left. I swear it.”
“Whatever you say.”
He chuckles, half of his mouth turned upwards with a grin. “You're a bit of a brat.”
You mock gasp. “Only a bit?”
“Only a bit,” he affirms, his voice getting lost as he dips his head, a soft moan escaping your lips as he kisses down your neck. He moves slowly, taking his time, each brush of his lips against your skin done with a precision that curls your toes, flooding you with more pleasure. “Such sweet sounds,” he mumbles, swapping sides, teasing out more moans as he sucked and nipped.
His hand ran over the front of your shirt, groaning hard against you as he cups and squeezes your left breast, his cock aching from the familiar feel of it in his hand.
“Take it off,” he orders, the desperation in his voice not hidden as he pushes up the front up. Nor did he try to hide the blush on his cheeks. “I need to see you.” His eyes become brighter, lighting up at seeing you bare, your shirt getting tossed off the bed, his mouth latching instantly around your nipple, your back arching away from the mattress, breathing his name out loud. “Fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered around you, palming your other tit.
“You're gonna be late,” you whine, scratching your fingers through his hair, giving it a gentle tug, just trying to get his attention.
He shook his head. “I've got time.” His hand remained glued to you, greedy and needing to touch you, as he kisses lazily down your body. He traces you with his tongue, tasting the salt on your skin, moaning out with no shame. “Can't leave my girl all worked up, can I?” He nuzzles his face into you. “Can I, baby? Can I make your dream a reality?”
You quickly nod. “Please.”
His lips twitches, blue eyes flicking up to look at you. “So you were dreaming about me?”
You roll your eyes. “Happy now?”
“Very.”
He's nearly drooling at the damp patch on your panties, tongue wetting his lips, itching to taste, groaning as he presses his thumb to it. “These need to go,” he hooks his fingers around the waistband and peels them off, your hips instinctively lifting to help, “just soaked them completely, haven't you, princess?” He lifts them to his face, inhaling deeply, his cock throbbing as every bit of you hits him.
“You're terrible,” you gasp, watching the insatiable hunger possess him.
“And you fuckin’ love it,” Clayton fires back, discarding your underwear, throwing them off to the side. He hooks both of your legs over his shoulders, trapping his head between your thighs, and grins as he swipes his tongue along your slicked cunt. He whines between each flick of his tongue, licking you from hole to clit, feeling it twitch against his wet tongue.
“Fuck, Clay,” you mumble, tangling your fingers through his hair, pulling at it as he takes your clit between his lips, sucking hard enough to jerk your hips off the mattress.
He grunts, coming off you with a pop, before placing his thumb where his mouth had been, pressing with just enough firmness to send your eyes rolling. “Bring those eyes back to me, darling.” He takes his thumb away until you do, your eyes rolling as he chuckles low. “Good girl.”
“You're insufferable.”
“You love it.”
He rubs his thumb down your slit, gathering your slick and wiping it over your cunt, painting you as his creation, before drawing his thumb to his mouth and sucking it clean. A fleeting moment of euphoria dancing across his tongue, fueling his hunger. His mouth latches back onto you, the whines starting up again as he messily lathers you with his tongue. You're everywhere, flooding his mouth, dripping down his chin, making an absolute mess you're not even embarrassed about because it feels too damn good.
“So fucking messy,” he whimpers against you, his hand kneading the soft flesh of your thigh. “Baby, you're everywhere!”
You're short of breath, and pulling hard on his hair. His name pierces the air, all whiney and desperate, and you start to feel like you could float away, his tongue continuing to flick back and forth, him focusing on your clit. “Don't stop, fuck-!” You whimper, tugging on your nipple as you roll the hard nub under your fingers.
“Is this better than your dream?” He mumbles into you, before driving his tongue in deep.
You nod, jerking up onto one elbow, watching him fuck your tight hole. “So much better,” you gasp, pulling him closer, trying to force his tongue deeper. “Need your fingers.”
His head flops to the left. “My mouth not good enough?”
A hot warmth flashes your face. “I need both.”
He strokes his finger up and down your slit, finding the crease in your brow cute as he continues teasing you. “Aren't you going to see please?”
“Clay,” you huff out.
“Come on,” his mouth curls into a grin, “say it.” He takes the sight of you, all puffy and swollen, slick with a mix of his spit and your arousal. “It's just one word,” he continues, his voice sultry, and sweeter than honey, “and I know you can say it.”
“Please,” you whimper out, eyelashes fluttering as he blows hot air over your clit.
“Sorry?”
“Please, Clay,” you speak louder.
“One more time?”
“Clayton!”
Gathering your wetness, he drives a first finger inside, slowly, savouring the familiar warmth that envelopes it, his cock throbbing with a bit of jealousy. He puts his mouth back to your pussy, licking up from his finger to your clit, grinning as he watches your head fall back, your lungs burning as you inhale a deep breath. When he adds a second finger, it slips in with an ease you might have been embarrassed about if you had been anyone else, and you moan out at him for more.
“That's it, just take it,” he says, driving his fingers deeper, your veins running hot with waves of ecstasy crashing through them. You squeal out as he grazes his teeth over your clit, the corners of his mouth curling, feeling the grin he pulls pressing into you. “Come on, baby, make a fucking mess for me.” Your needy hole sucks his fingers deeper with each stroke, creaming around them. “She's so perfect.”
You clench tight around his finger, filling the room with sounds that make him groan every damn time, your whole body shuddering against the sheets.
“Eyes on me, baby,” Clay pulls your attention back to him, “that's it, let me see those pretty eyes as I make you come.”
It's all over the second he locks eyes with you.
Your thighs clamp tight around his head, your nails scratching too deeply into his scalp that Clayton groans hard around your clit, the vibrations ripping a new cry from your chest. Nothing feels better than this moment, the first hit of your orgasm, the nonsense you barely hear your boyfriend mumble as you tighten around his fingers, thighs trembling, and your vision blurring hot white.
“Look so pretty when you come.” He kisses around your pussy, planting the last one on your clit, the soft pulse of it against his lips making the corners of his mouth curl softly. “Always getting so messy,” he adds, licking at the mess which had dripped down your thighs.
You come back slowly as he trails soft kisses up your stomach, murmuring soft praises into your skin.
“You good?” He asks, kissing your jaw, his thumb smoothing along the side of your neck. You nod, forming something that was close enough to a yes. He chuckles, kissing your cheek. “Need a second?”
You nod again, your fingers finding the chain around his neck, fidgeting with the silver cross. “You're gonna be late, Clay,” you warn for a second time, but not stopping him as he keeps kissing your jaw.
“Then we should continue this in the shower,” he suggests, nipping at the soft spot below your jaw, “kill two birds with one stone, or whatever they say.”
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