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rating: E, minors dni, 18+ (mmf threesome; resolved sexual tension; sex pollen; unprotected p in v sex; oral [f receiving]; double penetration)
words: 6.7k
summary: you, logan and wade are on a stakeout after reports of a new drug which only affects mutants. but what happens when you accidentally get a hit of it yourselves� (the sex pollen fic from the poll! thank you @eupheme for betaing for me, i owe you my life!)
âI spy with my little eyeâŚâ
âWade, I swear to godâŚâ Loganâs voice is a low rumble, a warning.
âAwww câmon, peanut! What else do we have to do? Indulge me in my childlike whimsy.â
âLet me guess,â you say, shelling a pistachio before throwing it in the air to catch it on your waiting tongue, âyou spy something beginning with R-D, which is the rising damp, which is the fourth goddamn time you spied it because thereâs nothing else in this fucking place.â
Wade huffs and throws himself back in his chair.Â
âKilljoy,â he mutters, and goes back to carving obscene doodles into the side table with baby knife.Â
On the first day you were happy to play along, just to ease the boredom and tension which came hand-in-hand with this arrangement. Now itâs been five of them, stacking on top of each other and getting claustrophobic-heavy, the three of you crowded into each otherâs space and on the razorâs edge.
Something is going to break, and youâre worried itâll be Wadeâs nose under Loganâs fist.
What a stupid fucking mission. You should never have said yes.
Ever since the whole Void situation was resolved you, Logan and Wade have been X-Men adjacent. Not part of the group exactly but happy to play along if needed. This most recent assignment had been a request from Piotr - there was something going on downtown to do with trafficking drugs which affected mutants, and someone needed to keep an eye on it. Couldnât be anyone from the mansion, theyâre all hands on deck at the moment keeping an influx of kids in check. But the three of you? With no jobs between you and an urge to do good?
It was a problem with an obvious solution.
Itâs a stakeout. Which means sitting and waiting and holy fuck is it boring.Â
You can tell something is going on in the alley across the street but youâve had strict instructions not to take action until you see the guy in charge: thickset man with a penchant for misdeeds and built like a brick shithouse. Once you have proof heâs involved, youâll get the go-ahead to close in and shut the place down in whatever manner you see fit.
But until he comes in, your little trio has no choice but to stay put, watching petty criminals come and go with no idea theyâre being monitored.
Life has revolved around watches from the dingy window. Usually two of you will stay up while one of you tries to get some sleep on one of the uncomfortable twin beds that have been provided, but it isnât easy to drift off when it feels like the mattresses are made of cinder blocks stuffed with broken glass. It isnât that youâre unused to being in each othersâ spaces - if youâre not at their apartment theyâre at yours, after all, you are friends - but this is different. You have the luxury of walking away from each other in normal day-to-day life when things gets too much. Here? Here, youâre stuck until youâre done with the job. Youâre all tired, irritated, and desperate for entertainment. Youâve even considered chopping off your own hand to watch it grow back, just for something to do.
And the thing is thatâs not the worst of it. Ever since the three of you returned from the Void thereâs been something there. Something difficult to pin down, exactly. A niggling little feeling worming its way through your body. Something which thrums every time Wade flexes the muscles in his hand and you see his long, strong fingers; every time Logan grits his jaw and the tendons in his neck throb.Â
Oh, right. You sort of really want to fuck them both.
You donât go through something that traumatic and not have deep-rooted feelings which surpass normal boundaries. You fought for each othersâ lives. Youâre bonded in a way people rarely are. And the more time you spend with them the blurrier the lines between platonic and fucking soulmate become. Youâve seen both of them stare at you - and each other - when they think youâre not looking, so youâre sure this isnât something that only you are harbouring. Itâs a secret desire harboured by all three of you.
Like you said, something is gonna break. And in this shitty little surveillance room? Itâs gonna break soon.
A movement outside. The three of you sit forward to take a look at the eveningâs street view, only to fall back into your chairs as it turns out to be a false alarm. Just a pedestrian walking by. Youâre going to go insane.
You drum your fingers on your thighs just to keep them busy, then turn to Logan.Â
âYou got a smoke?â
He cocks a brow at you.
âYou want a cigar?â
âNothing else to fucking do.â
âWhoa, hey!â says Wade, putting his hand on Loganâs arm as he roots around in his jacket pocket, âno no no, you quit last year! Donât start up bad habits again unless Iâm the one convincing you to, pookie.â
âWade, câmon. Iâm gonna lose my mind if I donât have something to do,â you groan. Plus, really, youâd kinda like something to suck on, just to relieve some of the ache in your belly.
As if Wade can hear your thoughts he pipes up again.
âWell if youâre that desperate to use your mouth, I know what we could play to pass the timeâŚâ
You and Logan groan in unison, and he balls his fist in a way which suggests itâs not long until the claws come out. Wade holds up his hands to signify peace.
âWhoa, chill out, honeybadger. No need to get scratchy. You donât have to join in if you donât want to⌠but itâs more fun the more people there are.â
Accepting thereâs nothing else to pass the time, Logan lets out a long, exhausted sigh and lets Wade continue.
The mercenary licks his lips as if, for once, considering his phrasing. Then blurts out what he wanted to say anyway.
âWe could play blowjob roulette.â
It was a foolish time to take a drink of your soda, because you spurt it out your nose. After a moment of mopping yourself up with your sleeve you manage a, âwhat?!â
âWell, oral roulette I guess, if weâre being PC about it.â
âOh my god,â Logan groans, getting to his feet and stomping into the tiny excuse for a kitchenette, grabbing a beer and opening it with such gusto that the cap bounces off an adjacent wall.
âIt doesnât have to mean anything! We just spin the bottle and whoever it ends up pointing out deals out a round of Australian kisses for the other players. Relieves the boredom, and itâs fun to see how long everyone lasts.â
Your mouth is open, youâre sure of it. Youâre looking at Wade in abject horror. This has got to just be part of his stupid bravado, right? Making an ill-timed joke?
Because the other option is heâs serious.
Logan drinks. You stare. Wade rabbits on.
âIâm just saying we used to play it at Sister Margaretâs all the time, when we were waiting for new marks to come in and didnât have anything better to do! It wasnât gay or anything except for, you know, the rampant homoeroticism of slurping everyoneâs gherkin.â
âDid you⌠did you ever have to do it?â you ask, morbid fascination taking over. He scoffs.
âDid I ever have to⌠pookie, Iâve taken more loads than my buildingâs washing machine. Yeah, Iâd say Iâm pretty fucking great at it.â
Heâs staring at you with an intensity which makes you feel like youâre on fire, but from embarrassment or enthusiasm youâre not sure.Â
âSo?â he asks, quietly, putting a hand on your knee. Your body burns. You swallow. You look to Logan.Â
He sighs. Finishes his beer, but in a way which suggests heâs giving in. You see the way Loganâs teeth touch his bottom lip. The start of a fricative.Â
Heâs going to say fine.
Movement out of the window. You bolt up, knocking Wadeâs hand away. He deflates.
âAww. But I really wanted to - â
âNo, guys - look!â
They quickly crowd you, following where you point. A huge man walks into the alleyway, flanked by underlings, the bulk of him taking up the small space.
âThereâs our guy,â you say, âletâs go.â
You descend upon the alleyway in a flash of swords and claws. You tug your cowl up over your nose to protect your face, hand on one of your BrĂźgger & Thomet MP9s as the three of you come face-to-face with the door youâve been monitoring all week.
âSo are we going in sneaky style, orââ
Logan rips the door off its hinges, throwing it down the length of the alley; he is desperate to be done with this. You exchange a look with Wade.
âOkiedokie, asked and answered I guess,â he sighs, grabbing his Desert Eagles from his holsters.
You both follow Logan whoâs thrown himself into the middle of the lab claws-first. Two-thirds of the people scream and flee, the others stand their guard and grab their guns.
Fingers on triggers, you take a beat to examine the situation.
Equipment everywhere. Beakers and cylinders you can possibly guess the use for, set up on desks and synthesising something nasty. The boss is standing in the middle of the room, eyebrow cocked and mild annoyance plastered on his face. Bingo. You make a beeline for him, taking a couple of bullets in your flank as you go.
âCover me!â you shout to Wade. He pulls his katana out of a guyâs head and throws you a bloodied thumbs-up.
âGot your back, pookie! Hate to see you leave, love to watch you spill entrails as you go!â
As if he was predicting your next action, you whip your knife out of your belt and stab it in an assailantâs belly, watching his warm guts slide onto the floor. He releases a strangled noise as he drops to his knees - you make a move to continue on your way to the boss only to feel someone pick you up.
âShit!â you mutter as youâre hoisted into the air. Wade and Logan stop their onslaught to turn at the sound of your panic, their eyes both going wide as they see you restrained. With a twinned shout of your name they come running to help.
Aww, your boys. Itâd be cute if you werenât bracing yourself for the pain.
Your attacker launches you across the room. A couple of seconds go by as you fly through the air - and then into a table full of test tubes and pipettes.
A great cloud rises into the air. A cloud of spores?
Before you can get a chance to properly read the situation, Wade and Logan are at your side. Sturdy hands grasp around your forearms and youâre dragged to your feet.Â
Of course, it goes unnoticedâŚbut all three of you take in a deep breath.
âYou okay, baby?â rasps Logan.Â
âYeah, Iâm fâ move!â you scream, shouldering him out of the way so you can sink your knife into the neck of the man about to spray bullets down his spine. As you rip through the soft skin at his throat something occurs to you.Â
âBabyâ? Where did that come from?
Not that it isnât nice, obviously, but⌠itâs unlike Logan to show that much tenderness ever. Especially with pet names.
Oh well, no time to dwell.
Picking bits of glass from your biceps you tank a punch from a man closing in on your left, parry his next couple of blows, then shoot him in the dick. Wade has called this a âlow blowâ before which isnât incorrect but honestly, thereâs no time for fighting fair when itâs 3-versus-30.Â
The boss has finally gotten involved. A pair of brass knuckles shines against his fist as he swings at Logan, a meaty crack filling the air in a way which youâre worried might actually have dented one of your friendâs ribs. Wade uses the distraction to stab a katana into the guyâs back, then another one a little further up - using him like a goddamn climbing wall. The boss roars like an animal and attempts to swat him off but thereâs no use. His massive bulk is working against him, and Wade can be a fast little motherfucker when he wants to be.
Wade lets out a âpeekaboo!â as he pops up over the bossâs shoulder, pressing his pistol into the meat of his neck and firing. Blood sprays across the floor but somehow the guy doesnât stop, not even when Logan picks himself back up and sinks both his claws into his stomach; it only elicits another snarl.
Okay, time to close.
You sheath your guns and go back to your knife, using Logan as a launchpad as you throw yourself off the arch of his back and into the air - stabbing down into the bossâs skull with a dull thunk.
A line of blood dribbles out of his mouth. He starts to fall.
âUh oh - call me Ke$ha, because Iâm yelling timber!â Wade warns. With a snarl Logan rips his claws free from muscle, snatching you off of the bossâs corpse as he stumbles forward under his own weight. Pulling you free you both lose your footing, and you crash down onto your friend.
You look at Logan.
He looks at you.Â
Suddenly, his hands clasp around your hips. Probably you move you off of himâŚ
And then youâre on fire.Â
Like gasoline has made a line from his touch to your cunt, everything in you is set ablaze. Your pussy clenches and youâve never felt so empty before - or at least not so aware of it.
There is a cock-shaped hole and itâs begging to be filled.
You expect Logan to freak out, youâre freaking out - you never thought you had a murder kink but you guess youâre never too old to find out something new about yourself - but he doesnât.
Instead you just see him furrow his brow as if processing something; then acknowledge the press of his hardening cock rub against your thigh as he bucks up into you.
Oh no. Something is wrong.
When you feel Wade grab your shoulder and haul you back to your feet itâs the same, that delicious burning sensation rocketing through youââŹÂŚ and from the way he moans as soon as his hands are on you, the feeling is mutual.Â
âFuck. Fuck,â he breathes. Yeah. You want to, thatâs the issue.
You stagger away from him with wide eyes and electric skin, a beat passing between the three of you as the people left in the lab decide to give up the fight now their boss is toast. Hearts racing, hands wanting to reach out and touch.
Logan is the one to break the silence.
âWe should call in and let the others know weâre done,â he manages. You nod.
âYeah. Can we⌠can we go back across the street? I donât feel so good.â
âOh, donât you go Spider-Man Infinity War Part 1 on me,â Wade chuckles. You donât have the energy to work out what heâs referencing, especially when a jolt goes through your body to your cunt when you feel his eyes meet yours.Â
Damn. This is bad.Â
âYeah. Of course, honey,â Logan manages. He goes to put his hand on the small of your back and then thinks better of it, though you can feel its nearness like a magnetic pull. You almost moan when he retracts his touch instead. Wade whips his phone out and fires off a message to let someone know a cleanup crew is needed as you stagger out of the alleyway and back across the street.Â
You didnât bother closing the door when you ran out, too desperate to monopolise on the chance of getting your mark. The three of you tumble back into the room youâd been dying to get out of just a scant few minutes ago, relieved to be in the privacy of its confines again.
A moment passes as all three of you adjust to the feeling coursing through your bodies.
âWhatâs happening?â you breathe, bracing your hands on the back of your go-to wooden chair and breaking it with the force of your grip. You wince at the sound of splintering, blood dripping down your palms before you feel it heal over.
âIâve not felt like this since I first discovered how easy it was to masturbate to Good Housekeeping,â Wade groans, whipping off his mask as he flops down onto the battered-up-couch. Logan has made his way to the fridge again, practically ripping its door off to get to a beer which he downs in one swig. Fuck. Itâs so sexy. You want to lick the muscles in his neck.
âItâs a pollen,â he states, voice rocky in a way which goes straight to the burning pit of your stomach. You and Wade exchange a look and then turn to him, waiting for further explanation. âOnly has a reaction in mutants. Charles said it was something about putting the id into overdrive, like a fuckinâ adrenaline shot to the libido.â
âIt⌠it makes you aroused?â you manage, attempting not to rock your cunt into the palm of your hand. Logan grunts.
âWas trying to be more tactful, but yeah, honey. Thatâs the idea.â
Honey. The pet name once again goes down your spine.
âFucking sorry,â says Wade, âsomeone was manufacturing this stuff as a drug for what? To make mutants too horny to fight?â
Logan shrugs, still not tearing his gaze from his empty bottle, as if to agree itâs his best guess. Wadeâs head falls back against the sofaâs arm.
âI mean, damn, they could have just shown me any frame from Magic Mike XXL and it would have had the same result. Seems like a lot of effort.â
Something about the way Logan talks sticks out to you, you circle back around to it.Â
âLogan, you seem to know a lot about this stuff⌠have you encountered it before?â
Another beer grabbed and chugged down, the forward hunch in his shoulders physical evidence of his walls raising.Â
âOnce. Back in the day with the other X-Men.â
âHow did you get through it? Does it go away?â
Logan doesnât reply. Drinks.
The unspoken answer sinks in.
âOh my god, you had to fuck it out, didnât you?â gasps Wade. Logan doesnât even growl. Jesus Christ heâs right. âWho was it? Storm? Beast? By the love of all things 100k+ enemies-to-lovers-slowburn, tell me it was Cyclops.â
Logan doesnât dignify him with an answer, instead putting the empty bottle down with enough force youâre surprised it doesnât shatter.
âItâll pass. I just need to sit it out,â he reasons, the grit in his jaw suggesting this isnât the optimal solution. You feel your eyebrows tug together, a crease of concern settling between them.
âButâŚâ
âIâll be fine.â The way he says it, heâs trying to convince himself more than anyone. With the room in the air practically throbbing he heads to the bedroom, leaving you and Wade alone.
Holy shit. You and Wade are alone.
Your eyes wander over to him, to find his gaze is already resting heavy on you. Your skin lights up.
âSo, uh,â he starts, shifting himself awkwardly where his hard-on is trapped in his suit, âyou read any good books lately?â
That does help to alleviate the tension and you find yourself chuckling, only for the relief to be ablated when your empty pussy pulses. You whine.
âWadeâŚâ
As soon as you say his name heâs rushing over to you, helping you sit down on the ruined chair. You both moan as hot skin slides against hot skin.Â
âLook, it isnâtâŚâ you groan as you slide your hand up his bicep. Fuck, heâs strong. â...it isnât a crazy idea to help each other out, right? Weâre friends. Itâs just two friends giving each other a handâŚâ
Wade dips down to run the bridge of nose along the line of your jaw, letting his lips drop to the pulse in your neck.
âJust friendsâŚâ he mutters. You buck up into nothing. Oh, god. Youâre going to die here. âBaby?â
Oh shit, oh fuck. You want him to call you that over and over again, stamp it into your fucking mind.
âYeah?â you reply, the word ripped rawly from your throat.
âI wanted to do this before we even left this goddamn apartment, you think I might have changed my mind after the mutant viagra?â
He pulls back just enough for you to see the seriousness on his face. No, heâs not joking, not saying something dirty just because he thinks itâs funny.Â
Heâs saying it because itâs true, and itâs both thrilling and terrifying.Â
âCan I?â
Oh, itâs so tempting to say yes yes yes⌠but the more tempting thing is to tease him. Just a little.
You hook your leg over his shoulder and he groans as you dig your heel into the muscle of his back. He groans loud and long.
âWade?â
âMmm?â
âAsk me properly.â
His breath hitches in his throat, and youâre pretty sure heâs making a mess in his suit.
âFuck, can I eat you out, baby? Please?â
You nod so fast you fear youâll break your neck.
Wade lifts you like you weigh fucking nothing at all, strong arms scooping you up and bringing you to the couch - desperate for more space. His hands move quick and roughly as he goes to the pants on your suit, so wracked with need his fingers shake just from the promise of getting to touch you properly. You help him as much as you can, toeing off your boots and helping him tug your underwear off along with your waistband. His eyes widen as he realises your panties are in his hands. He takes a moment to run his thumb over the cotton of them and he fucking moans. Oh, god damn it, youâre going to be fucking ruined.
âFuck. Never seen a pussy look this good,â he breathes as he finds himself face-to-face with your dripping cunt. Youâre already so wet that itâs embarrassing and, while it would be easy enough to blame on the pollen, you know that youâve wanted this for months. When he drags his tongue up your puffy, desperate folds, you pretty much combust.
âOh shit,â you groan, wrapping your other leg round his face to hold him flush against you - not that Wade needs any convincing though, because youâve never seen a man so desperate to fuck you with his mouth before. He buries himself in you, scarred hands reaching up to dig into the soft skin of your thighs and keep you steady. He wants you at his own pace, it seems, and is strong enough to make it happen. Fuck, you are not complaining.
Wadeâs eyes flit upwards to see how youâre reacting as he moves his whole face side to side to bury himself into your cunt deeper. Itâs like heâs trying to find where your scent is the strongest and, honestly? With what youâve heard about this pollen stuff? Seems right on track. He has no hair for you to bury your fingers in so instead you press your hand to the top of his head and pull him closer, because god knows you donât have the ability to vocalise it. You sink your fingernails in so he knows, though.
Holy hell youâve never felt so good. The pollen is heightening everything, each movement he makes into you shooting shockwaves through your nerves. Wadeâs tongue is insistent in exploring every inch of you, pressing bluntly into your clit; lapping at the wetness seeping from you like heâll die if he canât taste what heâs doing to you; dragging down to your ass and toying with you there, too. Yes, fuck, anything he goddamn wants. When his teeth skim the needy folds of your cunt you jackknife into his mouth, almost breaking them clean out of his gums.
âHoly shit, babe. Whatâs gotten into you?â he chuckles, pupils so blown wide with lust that his eyes are eclipsed with black. You chase after him with your hips.
âNot you, and thatâs the problem,â you harrumph. He grins and you see how covered with your slick he is and fuck you are going to die here.Â
âIâll take care of you. Thatâs what friends do, right?â he asks, putting emphasis on the word youâre both masquerading behind. When you reach out with a searching hand he threads his finger through yours wordlessly, using the other to grab a pillow so he has something to fuck up against. You feel a tiny bit bad for not offering to help but you know heâll get his in time - in fact just thinking about sucking his cock your mouth begins to water.
He presses his palm into yours as he goes back to your cunt with his mouth. It takes only moments for him to start up his desperate pace again, tongue sinfully sweet, and youâre chasing and chasingâŚ
Stars explode in your vision and in your blood. The noise you let out is feral, a euphony of pleasure and you donât care who hears. Wadeâs eyes drift close as he tastes your orgasm directly at his lips, drinking you down. Youâre certain his hips stutter as he comes just from getting you off. Oh god itâs so hot.
Oh god, youâre not done.
Wade surges up your body and kisses you ferociously, you moan at the taste of yourself he gives back.Â
âFuck, yes, do you taste that, baby? What did I do to you? Holy fuck you are the hottest thing Iâve ever seenâŚâ
âWade, I need you.â
âYeah, fuck, okay. Let me get this stupid sexy suit offâŚâ
Hands begin to fumble messily, needily at each otherâs zippers in order to strip. You sit up to get a better handle on himâ
And freeze when you see you have an audience.
Wade follows your gaze to where Logan is standing in the bedroom doorway. Heâs managed to get his suit off and change back into his jeans, though you canât imagine heâll want to stay in them for long the way his trapped cock is staining dark blue denim even darker. Heâs gripping the doorframe with such force that his claws have popped out, eyes a matching pitch black to Wadeâs, chest heaving as he watches the show.
âYou okay, honey badger?â Wade drawls, a cocky smile dragging across him. Logan grunts. Swallows hard. You go for a softer tactic.
âLogan, sweetheart, you wanna join in?â your voice is husky as you ask, oh so inviting. Logan squeezes his eyes shut and his fist tight, taking a chunk out of the wall.
âGet into the goddamn bedroom, both of you,â he growls. The two of you absolutely do not need to be told twice. Partially undressed you vault over the back of the dishevelled sofa, letting Logan lead the way. As soon as youâre within armsâ reach he snags you around the waist and pulls you in for a kiss.
Logan kisses like he wants to devour you. Rough, commanding, dragging his tongue into your mouth as if trying to claim you. Oh, youâll let him a hundred times over. You mewl when his hand reaches down you cup your still dripping pussy, immediately swiping a thumb against your clit. It pulses as if Wade didnât just pull an orgasm out of you.
âFuckinâ needy little thing,â he snarls, delighted. You reach down to grab the bulge heâs rocking, squeezing hard enough to get him to groan.
âLook whoâs talking,â you chuckle. He taps at the top of your suit, an instruction.Â
âOff,â he says, but thatâs as much as he gets to say, because Wade grabs him by the beard and steers him in for a kiss. You pause for just a second to see what will happen but clearly you neednât have worried - Logan moans into your friendâs mouth, grabbing a handful of Wadeâs pretty decent ass and digging in his fingers. While theyâre busy you finish stripping, going for the zipper on the back of the red suit and pulling it down. Itâs such a goddamn stupid design having it at the back like a goddamn prom dress - but at the moment youâre kinda thankful for it because it means you get to kiss along the revealed plain of skin. Wade has such beautiful fucking back muscles, youâve stared at them for long enough to memorise every damned one.
He steps out of the suit when you get to his feet - yeah, he did come just from eating you out earlier and holy fuck are you proud - and lets out a strangled noise when you bite the meat of his asscheek hard enough to leave a mark.
âFuck, are you gonna rim me? Because if so Iâm a thousand percent down,â he chokes, pulling away from Loganâs mouth and leaving a string of spit between them, evidence of a messy kiss. You shrug.
âYou want me to, baby?â
Wade seems to have a crisis of faith as he considers this, letting Logan nibble down the length of his neck; eventually he shakes his head though.
âNo, I wanna be inside you, like, yesterday,â he confesses.Â
âIâve got enough room for two,â you state, so absolutely sure the pollen will accommodate that you donât even need to think about it. Both Wade and Logan suck in a breath at that idea.
âFuck, baby, arenât you just perfect,â Logan drawls, grabbing you by the hips as you stand up and pulling you to the pathetic twin bed this apartment was provided with. Not how you wanted this first time to go down but hey, at least itâs going down at all. No longer just a dirty fantasy you bury your fingers into your cunt imagining but a real bonafide liaison (boner-fide liaison, Wadeâs voice in your head pipes up).
You paw at his jeans, desperate to have all three of you naked and ready. Thereâs nothing to hide between you any more. Any boundaries have been not only crossed but decimated, absolutely destroyed beyond repair, and you couldnât be happier. When his cock falls heavy into your palm you canât help but suck air in through your teeth at its sheer size. Logan chuckles, gravelly and tempting.
âOh itâll fit, baby,â he coos, as if reading your mind. Fuck. Yep, it will. Thereâs no two ways about it. Youâre having both Wade and Logan inside you if it kills you.
He wraps you in his arms before you can have any more thoughts on the matter and pulls you down onto the mattress with him, the pollen in your veins making you feel every touch like the end of a live wire - yet you keep coming back to get shocked. Logan positions himself under you, chest-to-chest, grinning at the way your nipples rub against the coarse and gorgeous hair of his chest. Thereâs a slapping noise and you realise itâs Wadeâs hand on Loganâs thigh, encouraging him to move up the bed.
âBig boy, you know you have to scoot up if this is happening. Iâm all for fucking the same pussy together but you have to be realisticâŚâ
Obscured by your body, only you get to see the way Logan rolls his eyes fondly at Wadeâs blabbering. He manouveurs you both to allow Wade room to kneel on the mattress behind you and you gasp at the feeling of their cocks bullying at your entrance.
âOh my god,â you gasp, body on fire and desperate to be extinguished by them. Logan hums in your ear.
âI know, baby, I know. Weâll take care of you.â
âAnd each other. I got sex-pollened too, old man,â Wade harrumphs, rubbing his head against the slick lips of your cunt.Â
âNobodyâs forgetting you, princess,â he murmurs, ânow be good and put me inside.â
Logan probably misses the soft hiss Wade lets out at that, but you feel the way the mercenaryâs hand wraps around his cock and presses Logan to your empty cunt. You moan in pleasure as he follows the path Wade has laid out and pushes himself inside of you, no resistance given. It takes you only a couple of seconds to adjust to the pure size of him. Holy shit, if this were any other time youâd be falling apart by now, but the way your body pumps with desperation suggests one dick alone isnât going to be enough.
âYou okay?â Logan rumbles by your ear. You cling onto him for dear life, nodding.
âYeah. Fuck, Wade, I know youâll fit, youâve gotta fuck me too.â
Wade doesnât even have an answer for that. Instead you feel his thumb tug at your lips, stretching you for him - or just watching the way Logan fills you, getting off on the filthy way youâre plugged. Another cock begins to press at your already stuffed hole and you whine.
âSâokay, I gotcha,â Logan says through gritted teeth as he feels Wadeâs length slide along his own, the feeling almost overwhelming for him. You drop your head to his shoulder and choke on your own spit as Wade forces himself inside of you. Your cunt feels like it is about to burst into flames in the most satisfying way possible, flowering open between them both.
âFuck, never felt anything so goddamn tight in my lifeâŚâ Wade manages. Eventually he bottoms out alongside Logan, both of them sitting snugly inside of you, sharing you, clutched in your warmth.Â
âThere we go,â Logan growls. âYou okay, baby?â
Not knowing if the question is aimed at you or Wade you both whine a yes. Logan laughs and you feel his chest move beneath you, all muscle and heat.
âIâm gonna move now.â
He drags himself out of you, inch by glorious inch, like a match striking against a box and sparking an ember. A deep ragged breath shudders through you at the feeling of it but it is nothing compared to how he slams back inside. Lights flood your periphery. You are going to fucking die between these two men and that is fine. Heaven, even.
Once Wade feels Loganâs rhythm it is too much of a competition for him not to match it. The mercenaryâs arms fall either side of your bodies to support himself as he works himself in and out of you, sliding deep as Logan retreats to the tip. Your cunt makes a lewd noise as they piston inside of you and you have never cared about anything less in your life. You are bathed in light, high off this, euphoric over being fucked. A tiny rivulet of drool falls from the edge of your mouth into Loganâs chest hair and he curses at the glorious rawness of it all.
Above you, Wade has finally found his voice again.
âLook at you taking us so well. Oh, fuck, goddamn. Iâve wanted you like this for so long. Remember when we were neighbours, honey? Those guys who you used to bring home⌠fuck, baby⌠I used to give myself the old low-five to the sound of you getting fuckedâŚâ
You make a pathetic little noise which spurs him onwards. Wadeâs mouth drops to your ear.
â...and I used to get angry because I knew I could do it better myself.â
âOh my god WadeâŚâ you whisper. Tears are beginning to pool in your eyes at the way youâre starting to get overstimulated, two cocks hitting that sweet spot inside you verges on being too much. Were the pollen not still in full force youâre sure youâd need to tap out.
âAnd you?â Wadeâs hand grips Loganâs bicep, squeezing appreciatively. âDo you know what itâs like to wake up every morning and see you shirtless on my couch, and not be able to fuck you? You do it on purpose, peanut, I swearâŚâ
Logan chuckles again, that deep honey-rich sound eked out in magnitudes.Â
âAnd what if I do, Red?â
Wade pauses in his thrusting, you donât have to see him to know that his eyes are wide.
âWait, what? For real?â
âWade!â you whine, reaching over to slap at his arm, annoyed that heâs stopped moving. âCan we all just agree weâve gotten off to the thought of each other and weâd have fucked eventually anyway?â
The men either side of you seem to think itâs a good compromise to come to and redouble their efforts. All you can do is to cling onto whatever muscles youâre able to find and ride the wave of pleasure. Fireworks go off in your synapses, brain a messy goo of euphoria, cunt fucked out and thoroughly taken care of.Â
They speed up, thrusts getting messy and arrhythmic and yet still somehow matching, and you know that theyâre going to come together. What a fucking treat, how divine, oh god. Loganâs hands sink into your ass to keep you anchored as his cock goes faster, skin slapping on skin as his sac moves against Wadeâs - causing the merc to let out a string of curses - and youâre suddenly flooded with his warm, sticky cum pumping inside you in jets. Wade whines at the feeling of himself being doused and follows Loganâs lead. The filthy cocktail of them drips around both their lengths and out of your hole, falling onto the pathetic mattress below. One last little nudge of the hips is all it takes to push you over the edge again. Your next orgasm is dragged out of you⌠but you know your body will demand more.
For now, though, respite. The urge to reach that peak again immediately has at least settled for the moment.
âHoly fuck,â you sigh. Logan hums an affirmative note, fingers playing with the small of your back as Wade peppers kisses across your shoulderblades.
âWe should go on stakeouts more often, if this is the nice little bow everything gets tied up in,â Wade sighs, dreamily. You nod against Loganâs chest. His hair rubs your cheek deliciously. Your pussy throbs again, reminding you this dirty escapade needs to continue soon. âSo what does this mean? Are we a little mutant charcuterie now?â
Your brow furrows as you try to parse what Wade has just said.
âOh. Wade, baby, do you mean âcoterieâ?â
Logan bursts out laughing, a noise youâve never properly heard before, and it has you grinning - and Wade, too, even though he grumbles a little at being corrected. Their cocks jostle inside you and you feel them getting hard again and, as you prepare yourself for round two, itâs nice to know that whatever the three of you face at the end of this will be happy.
Three days later, youâre laid across the couch, head in Wadeâs lap and legs in Loganâs, all tangled together as you get the single worst telling-off of your life.
âNon-lethal mission, Wade! How many times did I have to tell you, it was meant to be non-lethal!â Piotr shouts down the line. Wade grimaces.
âLook, there were other things we had to sort out first, okay? We kinda forgot about the no-killing part. Besides the guy canât traffic drugs if heâs dead,â he confesses. You can picture Piotrâs disappointed face.
âOther things!? WHAT other things, Wade?!â
âOkay so there was this horny pollen, and we all had toââ
Logan grabs Wadeâs phone and hurls it across the room. It shatters into pieces against the wall. Wade gawps.
âHey! That was new! Well, okay, not new, but it wasnât cracked. Well, it was cracked, but it had all my best dick pics on there!â
2. Piercing // Double Penetration // Voyeurism (Wade Wilson x Reader x Logan Howlett)
âWade, I donât know if itâs gonna fitâŚâ
âHoney, when have I ever been wrong?â
âWell, just this morning you said there was OJ left in the carton but when I got it from the fridgeââ
âOkay, yes, fine. Wrong about my asshole specifically then.â
Logan grunts from beneath Wade, impatient. This is why he doesnât like to have the merc as the filling in your little sandwich unless itâs to be spitroasted, which keeps his goddamn mouth shut.
âMake up your minds one way or the other,â he sighs, ragged, torn from his lungs.
âSee? Honey badger wants you to shove it in. Listen to his manly growl and grab the lube again.â
Your hands cupping Wadeâs asscheeks, you spread him a little and look at where Logan is filling him up. Honestly, he seems pretty stuffed and as you press the head of your silicone cock against his hole the noise he makes is equal parts enthusiastic and apprehensive.
âAlright, I donât think I canââ
âPlease.â Wadeâs hand darts out to grab your wrist, his beautiful brown eyes two pretty pools of desperation. âCâmon, itâs my birthday.â
âYour birthday is in November,â Logan sighs from beneath him.Â
âI have two of them per year, like the queen of England. Oh, oops, shit. Not any more I guess⌠is the talk about the old dead lady conducive to the mood, orââ
As he blabbers youâve actually done as heâs bid, grabbing the Astroglide and giving a generous squirt onto your strap. When you press the head of it into his hole alongside Logan Wadeâs words are strangled into a euphoric little babble.
âFuck yes fuck yes ohh shitohshitohshitââ
You sink deeper, grabbing his hands and threading your fingers through his as an anchor. Loganâs palm skates Wadeâs bicep, a gentle and tender reassurance.
âYouâre okay, Red. Breathe through it.â
Wadeâs chest hitches until you nock yourself all the way inside him. Heâs stuffed full of you both, looking a little dazed at it all. Heâs a real cutie sometimes - itâs a shame your phone is out of reach or youâd snap a pic. Instead you caress his cheek.
âYou alright down there, sweetheart?â
âJust trying not to cum quicker than a furry clicking onto DeviantArt for the first time,â he confesses through gritted teeth. You grin and drop a kiss to his sternum.
Logan with a virgin reader, expecting her to be this shy nervous little thing only to be met with a woman whoâs spent too much of her life with only her imagination to keep her company. Suddenly heâs the one nervous because youâre so eager to fuck him and youâre begging him so nicely that itâs hard for him to remember youâve never actually done this and he has to be responsible. You whine the entire time heâs stretching you out with his fingers, hands grabbing at him and pleading with him to replace his fingers with his cock and god damn it, youâre making it really fucking hard for him to focus.
Youâre both bare, losing your clothes somewhere between the living room and the kitchen. The feeling of skin against skin drives you wild, makes you plead for the cock thatâs throbbing against your thigh. You know he wants this just as bad as you do, you can feel how bad he wants this, but he settles for spreading you apart on his fingers.
You know youâre testing his patience but you donât care; not when you grind against him, not when his cock glides against your bare pussy, not when he pins you to the bed as your back arches off it.
âStop moving,â he begs, over and over. âStop it, stopâstop fucking moving.â
Youâre killing him; every time you look at him with those darling little doe eyes he can feel what little self-restraint he has left crumbling apart, every whine and moan and please Logan, gimme more testing his resolve.
âYou need to stop,â he begs, head falling forward as your cunt wets his dick, sliding against his length but refusing to push forward and take you. You shake your head, pull him in for a kiss thatâs anything but demure, lust pouring from your tongue as you lick at his mouth.
âDonât wanna,â you gasp, pulling him closer by his shoulders. Between each kiss you see his control waning, feel his hands bruised your skin, taste the depravity between his teeth. Slowly but surely you see his mask slipping away, a beast in disguise of a man, one that desperately wants to claim you as his.
A sick part of you wants that; to submit yourself, bare your neck against its fangs and beg for more when its teeth pierce your skin. You want to give yourself to Loganâall of him, even the parts that he himself doesnât want to show you. You want your first time to be just as enjoyable for him as it is for youâwhich is why you bring his hand to your stomach, to where his dick would leave an outline. You hold his hand firm as he stares with lust-blown eyes just imagining how full of him youâd be, in awe at just how willing you are to submit.
âI can handle it, you whimper, voice sweet like sin. âFuck me, please.â
And like that, youâre no longer faced with your loving boyfriend. Youâre now face to face with the Wolverine.
He pushes inside your velvet walls, still conscious enough to give you a moment to adjust. The feeling is new, full. Your voice wobbles when his thumb reaches down to circle your clit, just enough to get you to relax as he feeds your greedy pussy inch after inch.
âYâgotta breathe for me baby,â he rasps into the side of your neck, releasing a breath you never knew you were holding. He rewards your obedience with more of his dick, slowly rocking against you as you start to adjust to the feeling.
âFeels good,â you whisper, stroking his hair. Your eyes are locked with his, lost in his pretty emerald eyes. âYou can move.â
âAre you sure?â He asks. âNot sure Iâll be able to stop once I do.â
You know heâs telling the truth, itâs written all over his face. A need to possess you in body and soul, his eyes glued to where youâre both connected with a sickening fascination.
You know the actual question he's asking, even if he can't bring himself to say it. Are you sure you want me?
You realize he's just as vulnerable as you are, unsure of himself. It's a rarity that Logan ever talks about himself, always focused on you above all. You want to give him a break, want to make him feel as good as he makes you feel, want him to finally stop holding back and let go.
So you kiss him, long and deep, and hope that gets the message across. His answer comes in the form of hands on your hips, the deep timbre of his voice radiating from his broad chest.
"Don't say I didn't warn you."
summary: peter knows a thing or two about yearning.
pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader
tags: coworkers, pining, alcohol, iâve had this in my drafts forever
wc: 2.7k
He listened to the jingle of your keys clutched in your unsteady hand. A graceless windchime, a temporary distraction from the heat of your skin through your clothes on his palm. And maybe even worseâ from the smell of your perfume, sweet and fresh, mixed dangerously with the alcohol on your breath.
You were drunk. Past buzzed, past tipsy, youâd downed probably two or three too many drinks from the open bar at the company party, but thatâs okay. You deserved to have fun.
Peter had his eye on you all night anyways, turned just the right angle in every conversation he half-assed his way through to keep you in his peripheral vision.
Normally Peter didnât attend work events like this one. He was busy enough, tired enough to generally not care about his day jobâs extracurriculars, but this evening was differentâ mostly because he overheard you chattering to a coworker about it last Tuesday.
You hemmed and hawed about whether youâd be attending or not: your first Bugle event, someoneâs retirement party, some higher up whom youâd never met. âBut thereâs always free booze and fancy finger food,â your coworker had promised, which made you pause and hum to yourself.
âEh⌠I might go. Weâll see.â
And despite himself, he hoped you would. Itâd be the perfect loophole to this dilemma heâd put himself in a handful of months ago when you first started at the Bugle, when he first met you.
So, he went. And, thank the stars, so did you.
He didnât know where you lived before that night, but he found it a little funny, standing in the hallway while you finally pushed your front door open. Heâd swung over your building often during his nights out in his suit, and now, you were clumsily pulling him into the cool air of your dark, quiet living room. Peter tried not to trip over his own feet (or yours, for that matter), and reminded himself that you were the intoxicated one, and he needed to get it together, for both of your sakes.
He couldnât help the grin on his face. âCareful,â his hand caught your arm in the darkness, steadying you. âI think your new limit of vodka cranberries has dropped to⌠hm, three? I think thatâs pretty reasonable.â
You gave him a little scoff, attempting to peel off your shoes while hanging onto the wall. âShut upâ itâs just dark,â you replied. And it was, but you knew that wasnât the only reason, nor was the alcohol in your system.
It wasnât hard to notice Peterâs eyes on you earlier in the evening. Plenty of your coworkers had shown up to the rented venue, but the place wasnât packed. You spotted Peter leaning by a pillar, chatting with someone that worked on a different floor than the both of you. There was a moment of eye-contact, a soft smile from you, then him, but then your attention was drawn away by your friend at your side.
As far as you knew, Peter Parker was a bit elusive around the office and often made himself scarce, but the few times youâd been caught in the elevator together or had to collaborate on some project or another were always pleasant. He was polite, with a nice smile and warm brown eyes.
⌠and really, really nice hands, you realized once you flipped the hallway light on. His fingers were long and slender and your eyes followed the prominent veins raised up under his skin.
He was just about to pull away when your hold slipped on the wall, jostling you forward a bit. âWoahâ alright, maybe two vodka cranberries,â he chuckled, and it did more to you than youâd ever admit while sober.
âStop making fun of me,â you lamented, laughing despite yourself, âyouâre supposed to be helping me.â
âI am helping you.â
âDoes your help always come with sassy commentary?â
Peter made a sound halfway between surprise and amusement. âSassy? I prefer witty, or maybe charming.â
You plopped yourself down on the bench in the entryway. A groan slipped out from your lips and you threw your head back, managing to not knock your head despite the dramatics. âIâd prefer if you got these damn shoes off of me before I lose it.â
He shook his head, but he was already kneeling down to the hardwood. The itty bitty buckled strap around your ankle gave him a hard time for a second, and a little huff of humor puffed out from his chest, âdid you need me to make your bed, too? Check under your mattress for a pea?â Peter mused. With one shoe now slipped off, you lifted your other foot up. Automatically, his head lifted a bit, his gaze traveled up your shin, over the long stretch of smooth skin, all the way to the hem of your dress shifted above your knee.
Shit.
âI think I can tuck myself in,â you rolled your eyes, âunless youâre feeling extra generous.â
There was a clock ticking somewhere in your apartmentâ it was what Peter chose to focus his reeling brain on after he quickly looked away and back to the task at hand. He cleared his throat lightly and worked on freeing your other foot. You more than likely werenât really aware of what you were saying, or how hard it made his heart thump in his chest. It was fine. Heâd get your shoes off and bid you goodnight and leave.
A soft sigh from you broke the thick blanket of quiet once the other shoe was off. Your feet hurt and you swore to yourself you wouldnât wear them again for a while⌠even if they were cute. Reaching, your hand smoothed down your calf to your ankle, to the irritation mark from a couple hours of wear. You sucked a little hiss in through your teeth.
âYou okay?â Peterâs voice was soft, softer than before, when he was teasing you.
âYeahâ I hate those things, theyâre so uncomfortable. I wish they didnât look so good.â
He found himself agreeing begrudgingly in his head.
You always looked good at the office. A pretty blouse usually tucked into some slacks, your hair effortlessly laid, your smile bright. Beautiful.
But sometimes youâd wear one of those skirts that made your legs look a mile long. You always looked good. At your desk, in the elevator, in the break room, at some old manâs retirement party, and now, sitting in your entryway, gazing down at him with a hazy sort of warmth in your expression.
His eyes settled on your fingers, the way they nursed over the little pinch point left by the tiny silver buckle. Peter gently held your ankle in his hand and a soft, feather light touch smoothed across your skinâ you were so soft, like silk, he realized, with his gaze locked onto where his fingertips grazed.
Beautiful.
At some point earlier in the night, your friend skittered off in the pursuit of avoiding some guy from IT that sheâd had a messy sort of fling withâ youâd already heard all the drama, and didnât blame her for leaving early, though you couldnât resist ribbing her a bit before she left. âMaybe this is why we donât sleep with our coworkers?â You mused, watching her down the last of her drink and stand up.
She shot you a glare with a toss of her hair over her shoulder. âSlut shaming now?â
âNo, never,â you replied honestly, but still grinned at her. âJust curious about your selection. Thereâs not exactly a limited market of available, less complicated men to sleep with, yâknow.â
Purse strap hooked over her shoulder, she let out a breath, a familiar and somewhat devious smile growing on her lips. âOh, come on, like youâve never thought about it before. Makes it more interesting, more exciting,â she said, and nudged your shoulder, âdonât knock it âtil you try it.â And with that, she scampered off, leaving you with your drink and your thoughts.
Peter had noticed when your friend leftâ mostly because of the distinct lack of your laughter now from across the room. The shift was intriguing, to say the least. Not ten minutes prior were you giggling up a storm and bantering and sharing little stories, but when he looked over at you again, you were quiet, idly sipping from your glass while scrolling through your phone. Peter couldnât help but chuckle a little, hiding it under a strategic nose scratch. The conversation he was barely a part of continued around him without missing a beat.
He didnât come to stare at you from a distance all night, but he couldnât exactly see himself actually approaching you with anything interesting enough to say. Every scenario that passed through his head while he watched your lips nurse the black plastic straw felt so cheesy, so cringe-worthy.
Hey, I noticed you when I walked in, not because I specifically looked for you, or anything. Now that youâre sitting here alone, Iâm sure you appreciate some guy coming up and trying to talk to you out of nowhere. Iâm Peter, by the way, because I honestly donât expect you to remember my name, even though youâve worked a few desks away from mine for three months now. And, yes, Iâve been keeping track.
Yeah, right. He had an hour so far to think of some sort of game plan, but he couldnât bring himself to focus. It was probably a lost cause anyways. You were way out of his league.
He was just about to shift back to the group of men he stood with, but then, you looked up. Right to him, like you knew he was already there, already looking at you.
And you smiled again, a radiant sort of smile that twisted his insides.
âIâm gonna grab a refill,â he muttered out loud, as if anyone around him would notice if he slipped away, before his legs started working on their own.
You couldnât take your eyes off of him now, knelt down before you, his calloused hands ghosting almost reverently on your leg. Your sweet, polite, somewhat aloof coworker Peter Parker, making goosebumps raise so easily with just a few simple touches. The swirl of tingly heat that tickled your insides almost sent a shiver down your spine.
Slowly, you pulled your own hand back to rest on your knee, and Peterâs fingers traced up to the sore spot you were just worrying over.
It was suddenly so quietâ you figured he could hear your heartbeat, after accepting the fact that he probably heard the way your breath caught in your throat, too.
Peter gently pressed his thumb into the little indented line that encircled you from the ankle strap. He lightly began to knead around the area, massaging, all in the faith of aiding blood flow, of course. Just because he was helpful, of course. He swallowed quietly.
âDoes, ah⌠howâs that?â Peter asked, his voice low, and you sucked in a breath through your nose when he looked up at you. âFeel⌠better, at all?â
He had those big brown eyes and those stupid long eyelashes that some guys were needlessly blessed with. Casually, helplessly good looking.
Your legs shifted just slightly as you held his gaze, thighs pressed together. âMhm,â you breathed out, âyeah, that feels nice.â There was probably more to be said, but you couldnât bring yourself to find the words with a brain like mush and your tongue so suddenly heavy in your mouth.
It was his turn to suck in a breath. âYeah?â
Warmth radiated from your face. Booze, hormones, whateverâ your pulse was giddy, an ache quickly creeping up between your thighs. His voice was so soft, just a little rasp to it. Slowly, you nodded, your tongue darting out to wet your lips.
Alcohol rarely had any sort of desired effect on Peter, and that night was no different, but he ordered another anyway, because he couldnât just turn around and high-tail it out of there now. Not when he watched you watch him walk over and lean his forearms onto the bartop so casually, as if he knew what he was doing.
Your gaze flickered over him without trying much to hide itâ he looked good, though he usually did day to day in the office, too. But tonight his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his hair was a little bit messy and you caught the subtle shift of his eyes over to you once he was given his drink.
âFancy seeing you here,â you mused without thinking, the little plastic straw sitting between your lips.
Peter turned to you as if he hadnât been acutely aware of your presence the entire night. âLikewise,â a light grin grew on his face, âare you having fun yet?â
The way your eyes settled on him, hedged by such long, curled lashesâ something kicked around in his chest. âAre you kidding? I entered the raffle and everything. Hereâs hoping I go home with that bluetooth toaster,â you hummed.
He couldnât help but chuckle. âWhat, so you can preheat from your garage?â
âA winâs a win, isnât it, Parker?â
Despite your friendly demeanor, a sense of slight surprise washed over him when you said his name. Surprise and, embarrassingly enough, a sense of warmth. âYeah, sâpose so. Canât say I wouldnât be at least a little jealous,â he sipped his drink just to busy his awkward mouth.
Your amusement sparkled in your eyes. âYeah? Jealous of me and my thousand dollar toaster?â The giggle that slipped from your lips was enough to make his heart thump against his ribcage. Hearing it up close was infinitely better than picking it out from a crowd. âMaybe Iâll let you borrow it some time,â you said.
âHow humble and gracious of you,â his smile crinkled the corners of his eyes.
âIâm nothing if not humble and gracious.â
You kept your eyes on him as you sipped from your straw, and he couldnât look away if he tried. âI dunno, I think thereâs at least a few more words to describe you. Like, ah⌠funny, charismatic,â Peter paused, watching you swallow, âand, um, prettyâ ah, beautiful. Just to⌠just to name a few.â
He looked down to where his fingers gently rubbed slow little circles into your skin, just above your ankle. There wasnât enough air in your entryway anymore. Not in a claustrophobic sort of wayâ more like he was suddenly aware of how close you were, how heavy your gaze was on him from your perch on the bench, how hot his breath fanned over your bare skin.
Itâd be so easy. So, so easy to just⌠lean down, press his lips to your shin, pepper a trail up to your knee, gently ease your legs apart⌠he could smell you, in the moment, not just in his imagination. The light musk of arousal mixed so dangerously with your sweet aroma.
Fuck. He shouldnât be doing this.
Up, up, his hand smoothed up the back of your calf just slightly, before he gave a gentle squeeze and pulled his hands away. âRight,â Peter stood and straightened, clearing his throat again. He had to avoid eye contact. He wasnât sure he could handle whatever expression you were giving him at the moment. âYouâre home safe, heels are off⌠itâs getting pretty late, so⌠you should probably head to bed and prepare for the worst hangover ever tomorrow,â he said, trying to keep his voice light, punctuated with an airy chuckle.
Your eyes followed him as he stood. One hand shoved into his pocket, the other ran through his messy hair. A twinge of something like disappointment clenched at your stomach. âRight,â you mirrored him, both of your bare feet on the ground now.
And you both just looked at each other like that for what felt like forever. You, gazing up at him, and Peter, with his head tilted down at you.
There was so much he wanted to say, but none of it would leave his throat, so he settled for a smile and a little nod. âYeah⌠um, goodnight. Iâll⌠see you at work, yeah?â
God. Way to go. Completely fumbled everything.
But, after a beat or two of quiet, you smiled back. Soft, warm. Your eyes flitted over his face, the stubble along his jaw and the little secret worry line between his brows.
âYeah.â Your heart pattered in your chest. âGoodnight, Peter.â
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The bar is pretty crowded tonight. You nurse a rum and coke and hope Logan and Wade are able to find you in the corner booth you managed to snag, because you know the second you go to order another some opportunistic patrons will take your spot - and youâve been on your feet all day at work so thereâs no way in hell youâll let that happen.
You take a sip. Itâs warm now, ice long since melted in the heat of the room. You grimace at the taste as someone slides onto the bench next to you.Â
It is not one of your boys.Â
âHey, baby.â
Heâs big. Kinda guy who goes to the gym every day big, which isnât inherently bad - but from the way he uses his size to press up against you thereâs a little bit of unease rising in your chest. He puts his elbow on the table so that he can rest his jaw in his hand, biceps flexing in the tight shirt he wears.Â
âIâm waiting for someone,â you say, as calmly as you can, hoping this will deter him. It does not.Â
âSo? We can have a little talk, canât we? Not hurting anybody.â
His hand goes to cover yours where it rests on the table. You snatch it back. He frowns.Â
âDunno who youâre waiting for, but they probably shouldnât have left you here alone. Looks like they donât care about you, honey.â
âJesus Christ,â you mutter, annoyed, deciding itâs not worth it. He wonât go so you will. You slide out the free side of the booth - but youâre forced to stop when he grabs your wrist.Â
âI wasnât done talking to you yet,â he says. Okay. Now youâre panicking. You manage to shake yourself free of his grasp and quickly push through the throng of people, hoping to lose him in the crowd. No such luck. He knows where youâre heading.Â
The air is cold on the street as you speed up; not running, never running, that might incite a chase. Heâs on your heels anyway.Â
âHey, are you just gonna keep ignoring me?â
âI told you Iâm not interested!â
He grabs you again, harder this time. A grip you canât break free from.Â
âYou know, you should learn not to be such a bitch ââ
âOh! Isnât this fun! Sorry to interrupt this little show of misogyny in action but itâd be great if you could let go of our pookie.â
Youâve never been more relieved to hear Wadeâs voice. Suddenly youâve got someone either side of you: the brick which is Logan on your left, and the snark which is Wade on your right.Â
The guy whoâs holding you does not drop your arm. He frowns.Â
âWho the fuck are you?â
âTheyâre who I was waiting for,â you say quickly, as if this will deter him. The man laughs, loudly, cruelly.
âSorry, youâre in some kinda threesome with this old fucker and whatever this dude is? Fuck, honey, you really need someone to show you what a real manââ
He does not get a chance to finish. Loganâs fist has collided with his face with such ferocity you can hear his nose break. The man yelps and staggers backwards, you bring your hand to your chest for safety.Â
âShouldâve let go, bub,â he mutters, massaging his knuckles. Wade deflates.Â
âAw, I wanted to get the first hit in!â He peers over at where the guy is laid out flat. âGo on, get back up. If I donât throw a punch it emasculates me, and Iâm very sensitive about it.â
You roll your eyes, tugging at his sleeve.Â
âLetâs just go, guys. I donât think heâs gonna follow us.â
âOne sec.â
Wade strolls over and puts his boot on the guyâs chest, pushing down until heâs wheezing.
âYou wanna apologise?â
The guy groans out a sorry, and you give a curt nod when Wade turns to see if youâve accepted it.
âDonât do this bullshit again, with anyone, or Iâm gonna find you, rip your dick off, then feed it to my adorable, hideous dog.â
They cage in around you as your turn, two loyal hounds at your beck and call. You throw a couple of glances over your shoulder as you leave but itâs as you suspected: the guy remains on the cold concrete. When youâre far enough away to feel safe they slow to a stop.Â
âYou okay?â Logan asks, lifting your chin with a finger so that he can get a good look at you. You nod.Â
âYeah. Thanks for being there in time.â
âIâm sorry baby, we should have got here earlier, but peanut here tore a guyâs arm off so we had to go and clean up firstââ
âOh god, stop,â you say, pulling a face. You donât want to know about their line of work, very happy for the business and personal life gulf to be a wide one. âLetâs go get some pizza and head home.â
âAnything you want,â says Logan, squeezing your hand.Â
Anything where youâre between them is what you want. Safe and happy, theyâll make sure youâre both.Â
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Okay, now I need something about bf!logan and his girl making a porno (bonus points if wade finds out after the show they put on for him and that man is willing to RISK IT ALL to see that sex tapeđŠđ¤Ł)
cw: porn link; f!reader; smut; consensual filming during sex; slight sexting at the end // divider by @/plutism!
this is definitely the porno they were making <3
logan has you on your knees, your ass dimpling with every one of his greedy caresses, his heavy hand kneading your flesh. youâre whining to be creampiedâto be bredâand logan indulges you with a quiet chuckle because youâre so adorable like this, all needy and demanding, babbling nothing but nonsense because heâs fucked you to the point of incoherence.
you jut out your chin at his croon. he tells you to do it yourself if you really want his cum; says that youâve got to show him how much you need it.
âanâ here i thought i was beinâ a gentleman,â logan says, sighing in that what-can-you-do? tone like he hadnât been fucking you so hard, you were sure that the condom was on the brink of ripping.
you grumble, rolling your eyes even mid-tears, before reaching back to where heâs got his cock rutting along the cleft of your ass. you give it a stroke, giggling breathily to yourself at its sheer girth and weight, before sliding your hand down to the pinched tip and tugging.
logan moans, and it rumbles deep, sending tingles to rise from the tips of your toes to the base of your neck. he sounds just a little too excited, and you wonder how you must look as you reach for the rubber, tugging it off the expanse of his cock. do you look desperate, the camera capturing the way youâre shivering like youâre on cum-withdrawals? or do you look like the brat that you are, whining how sex is not enough until loganâs pumping you full of his sperm?
god, the thought that this moment is being immortalized makes you clench at nothing, your hole puckering as it waits to be filled.
the condom comes off with a pop, the rubber snapping off and into itself. it sounds so lewd and dirty, like the two of you are really starring in a corny porno, and it fills your cheeks with warmth as your need wanes in the face of your shyness.
you fling the condom to the side, before burrowing your face on the pillows, as though that alone can hide the palpable hunger rippling from you. logan laughs at your reaction like heâs not softly humping his cock between your thighs, rutting it along the wet mess heâs made out of your cunt.
âyâready, bub?â logan asks, still giddy with his laugh. you grumble a reply, before jutting your head in a stilted nod.
he taps his weeping cock along your folds, testing, and you shuffle in your impatience. you feel the itch exploding, the need to be stuffed bloating, but logan continues to tease and god, pleasepleasepleaseâ
âiâve got you, darl,â he grunts, then heâs pushing in, steady and filling, and, andâ
the moan thatâs ripped from your throat sounds foreign, like youâre a damn wounded animal. you donât even get to adjust to his widthâpussy lips going taut at his thicknessâbefore loganâs drawing his cock out until all thatâs left is the head. thereâs a bated breath that you two share, leaving you suspended in anticipation, then heâs bullying it back in.
you flop on the bed, all useless now like youâve got your strings cut loose. logan doesnât seem to mind, not with the consistent ringing slaps of his pelvis meeting your ass echoing in your quaint room. god, your brainâs being scrambled right now, youâre sure, because you canât even think of anything but loganâ
loganloganlogan.
youâre already cross-eyed by the time he sprays his first load inside you.
.
wade gets a five second clip from loganâs number. the thumbnail is just a blur of colours and wadeâs interest is piqued because logan rarely reaches out to himâa video is just unthinkable.
he was expecting many thingsâthat the video is the one of deadpool being broadcasted on national television with the words âhero or criminal?â after heâs accidentally set the robberâs van on fire, or that the video is an accidental recording of loganâs butt because that wolverine suit was tight and wade canât even think where logan must keep his phone with him.
but thisâ
wade wasnât expecting this.
it was a video of youâwadeâs not even embarrassed to admit that heâs memorized the way you look from all angles; what? one doesnât get a show of wolverine fucking his girl without gaining a new hyperfixationâreaching for loganâs monster cock. wade breathes in sharply as he watches you reach for the condom before tugging it off with a filthy, filthy pop. the video cuts into a next scene of logan relentlessly fucking you hard; the audio is a mess of squeaks and slaps, but also the wet squelches of loganâs cock fucking in-and-out of your gaping cunt.
two things:
1. thatâs fucking hot.
2. that video has clearly been tampered with; it was edited to show the barest of the highlights.
this was a conscious decision, with deliberate efforts. this was personal.
an invitation.
wade rubs one⌠okay, fine.
wade rubs three out before heâs running back to that apartment heâs daydreamed about. mid-parkour, another notifcation comes in. wade falls, because of course he does, but while he waits for his ankle to mend itself back into its socket, his eyes devour the new message.
> darl wants to know if youâre in.
wade sends a dick pic as a reply.
wade busting a fat nut behind tim hortons because heâs patriotic like that