logan x reader x clayton where she moans the others name and how they’d both react 🫣
clayton gets extra cocky about it, pulling your head up from the pillow, his mouth pressed against the shell of your ear, you can feel the smirk pinned across his face. "sorry, who?" he'll ask, he can't see your face but he knows its flushed, embarrassed to have let logan's name accidentally slip off your lips. "y-you." "that's not what you said," he'll grunt, hand coming down to smack your ass, still stinging from the last strike, "he's not here, baby, he's not the one who's making you feel this good, he'll never fuck you this good. only me." it takes him a few weeks to stop teasing you about it too, always bringing up whenever you're about to come, telling you make sure you get his name right, and he's worse about it if you're out, getting drinks with a bunch of others, and you're being extra close with logan rather than him, making some comment under his breath about making sure you don't call logan by his name
everything stops when it happens with logan, his face previously burried in your neck, his body pressed on top of yours, pulling back to look at you, finding your hand already slapped over your mouth, but it's no use, he's already heard the "clayton" you moaned into his ear. you'll quickly apologise, but both agree that it's killed the mood, and he's quiet, very very quiet, as he puts his boxers on, sitting on the edge of your bed in silence for a good five minutes, maybe a little bit less, just figuring out what he's meant to say. eventually, he asks if you had meant to his teammate's name, which ofc no, and you tell him it's almost as embarrassing as that one time you called a teacher mom. that makes me snort, like full on ugly snort, and the tension quickly eases away, the two of you spending the rest of the night watching some childhood favourite movie of his, cuddled up in your bed
