prompt ! : x-men boys react to the porn hub intro playing from your phone .
⋆｡° ✮ : SCOTT SUMMERS / CYCLOPS .
It doesn’t click at first. The gears in his head barely turning as he stacks papers. Once he realizes, his head snaps to you with confusion. His lips tight in a pout, “What’s going on..?” he asks, as you hold back laughter.
“Sorry! Didn’t know my volume was up.”
He’s frowning now, “Why are you watching porn in the middle of the day?” “Scott!” you shout, and he chuckles in response.
“How do you know it’s porn?” you ask, crossing your arms and he lets out another laugh, leaning his head back. He goes back to stacking papers, completely ignoring your question in the process.
“Well?” you push, stepping closer and leaning your face in front of his work, watching the blush build up his cheeks. He presses his hand against your face, pushing, “I think everyone has gone there at least once..”
“Just once?”
“Ooookay, enough questions, I have work to do, like a normal–”
“Non-porn loving—”
“I said!-- Normal, person.”
⋆｡° ✮ : WOLVERINE / LOGAN HOWLETT .
“So, you’re crazy.”
“Huh?”
He’s sitting on the other side of the couch, beer in hand as he shakes his head at you like a disappointed father. You frown, like you don’t understand, “I didn’t know my volume was up..” you whisper, and he just laughs. “Suuureee. Watchin’ porn like some sorta freak when I’m right ‘ere.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
He takes a big gulp of his beer, before setting it down on the table in front of him, crossing his arms.
“Why watch dicks n shit like that when I’m sittin’ right ‘ere?”
You should’ve expected this, from a guy like him especially. “So, what? Am I supposed to watch you?” you ask, setting your phone down, and scooting a bit closer to him now, watching his lips curl into a smile.
“Sure, why not.”
⋆｡° ✮ : GAMBIT / REMY LEBEAU .
His eyes widen before he just grins, his shoulder bumping against yours as he peeks at your phone, “Ohhh, is it any good?” he simply asks, like this was a normal event. You seem more shocked than him, “Are you crazy?”
“Ah?” he says, confused– pointing at himself, “Me?” he laughs out. You nod, “Yes you!”
“Gambit ain’t crazy, Cher, just curious what my love is into. I think that’s pretty normal, no?”
You stare, “I mean, well, yes. But you’re not shocked that I’m just, watching porn…?”
“Gambit watch porn all the time.” he replies, “What!?” you shout, “Now you’re just hurtin’ my feelings, Cher…” he says, pouting.
“Sorry! I just, do you… like, actually..?”
He crosses his arms, thinking for a second, “Yeah, I do. Gambit like porn, it ain’t like I jerk it to it all, it’s like a challenge to find which one look like you.”
“That’s.. Actually sweet,”
“See? Gambit ain’t no weirdo! I just like to see porn that remind me of you, Cher.” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and grabbing your phone as he does so, “But.. Gambit don’t want you watching porn ‘bout no other guys.. Y’here?”
You giggle in response to his antics.
⋆｡° ✮ : DEADPOOL / WADE WILSON .
“Well, well, well, we got Ms. Goonette over here. Let me guess, backshots? Creampies? …Jacking off videos…?” he says, awfully loud as well.
You hold in your laughter as you attempt to stay to the script, “I didn’t know it was turned up!” the eyes on his mask gets bigger, “Oh I’m sure, princess. Next time make it louder so I can hear the cheeks getting clapped– Seriously, this shit is crazy.” he laughs out.
You push him a little, just tossing your phone onto the couch. “Throwing evidence?” he says, sucking his teeth, “Yikes,” you slap his arm, “Shut up.”
He holds his hands up, as if surrendering, “Look, we all watch porn! No shame, no gain they say,” “That’s not what they say–” “I don’t care! What I do care about is what were you watching! I’m really curious.”
You pout, “I’m not showing you any of MY porn,”
“YOUR porn? Fine, fuck it, I won’t show any of MY porn–”
“Your dick is hard.”
“I’m a simple guy.”
“Okay, freak.”
“Damn, tryna make me cum already?”
a / n : miss thang wrote this at 1 am — sorry if this is SHYT !!!!!! but i love it :3c
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⋆˚꩜｡ can’t stop thinking about my man using my rose toy on me…
18+, not proofread
“Yeah…that feel good?”
Your head bobs up and down in response, brows knitted together with your jaw slacked open as your boyfriend circles the rose softly against your clit.
He has his legs over yours, spreading you wide open so you can’t push hims away. His other hand palms at your boob, twirling your hard nipple in between his fingers
“I’m gonna up the setting, m’kay?” He whispers into your ear, lips brushing against the lobe giving it a soft kiss.
“Mmm—wait—Fuck!” Your body jolts forward at the sudden change in pressure on your aching bud. The first setting was already a lot for you and the second one made your juices leak out of you.
“T-too much!” Your legs tremble in his hold, finger nail digging into his forearm, trying to get his abuse to settle.
It only makes him circle the toy harder. The vibrations moving all around your sweet spot. Tears started to prick up in your eyes, toes curling in ward.
“Too much? But baby we haven’t even gotten to the third one” he sinisterly smiles as you shake your head.
“C-can’t—can’t!” Your hips buck eagerly.
He pauses the toy, earning him a sigh of relief and disappointment. You’re so so needy but it just feels so overwhelming good.
“Yes you can, I know you can. Breath for me”
A warm hand comes up to grab along your jaw, making you look at him.
“I’m going to put it on level three…and you’re gonna take it. Then after—“ he pecks your lips “I’m gonna fuck you in that position I know you like” he pecks your lips again.
“P-prone bone..!” Your walls clenched around nothing at the thought.
“Mhm now are you gonna be a good girl for me?”
Your head shook in earnest. “Yes..I’ll be a good girl..promise” your hips buck up, clit nudges the rose ever so slightly.
authors note — GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME *cue that one speed meme*
resonates with satoru gojo, ejiro kirishima, Deadpool (duh), rafe cameron, and your favs
you and DEADPOOL are so nauseatingly into each other. when you have the unfortunate circumstance of being observed, common comments you overhear consist of, “well, i’m glad they found each other.” and, “ew, seriously? in public?” and, “okay, we should go—“ from too many instances of wade eating something out of your mouth, or swatting your ass as you pass by. he’s a large guy dressed in that form-fitting red and black suit, so tight you can see the way his hulking shoulders curl forward when he’s crassly checking out the way your figure looks walking away. the tasteful black choker strains against the muscle in his neck when he tilts his head ogling you.
you approach to show him the cool rock you found in the palm of your hands, “look!” you bounce happily in place. “isn’t it pretty?” but he’s distracted by the way your elbows press together, surging your cleavage directly into his view.
“yeah…” he trails off, a single finger diving to slot in the space between your tits. “real pretty.” all of these little details—wade crudely displaying his irresistible physical attraction to you—culminate into a sharp peak, and a high-pitched squeal.
“oh, wade—!” you cry, clawing into the leather at his shoulders.
“dance for me, baby - oh, yeah. let me see you bounce.” encouragingly, a gloved hand comes to smack at your chest, tit swinging to a stop until you can start your hips up again. the burn in your thighs subside as your brain gets too distracted. you’re taking in too much information, riding him with the help of his grip on your waist and his boots planted onto the dirty sheets of his twin mattress. pathetically, it creaks, wire bed frame struggling to keep up with his hulking weight still wearing all his bells n whistles. you wanted to keep the suit on this time.
“kiss me through the mask, babycakes, ‘wanna feel it.” he tells you. propped up against his lumpy pillow, he looks huge underneath you, and you collapse against his massive chest with a huff knocked out of your lungs. hazy and drunken eyes cast up at him, and you hastily moisten the corner of your lips, sizing him up like he’s a meal. you falter in crawling up him when he insists on continuing to buck up into you, the wet noises of sex echoing off the walls. your two hands desperately palm the back of his head, and he challenges you with his eye contact. obediently, you plant your mouth on his, tasting soot and gunpowder on the indent of his lips through the leather. neither of you close your eyes, too close to breathe as your tongue meets his test, independently and defiantly licking against him like every other time you french.
you grunt from the back of your throat and adjust yourself to mount his mouth just as he locks his wrists behind your tailbone to jerk you down onto his cock. your tongue flattens just as he finally opens his mouth, the familiar probing of his tongue meeting yours causing a curl in the corner of your lips. the barrier between you two limits your movements, but you can still feel the memorized dance, the path you both usually take, swirling against your applied pressures. normally, you choke each other on your tongues, shoving them down to the back of each other’s throats, but the mask seats you two, forcing you to get creative. he pulls off, fisting your hair in whatever he can get a hold of to yank your head back, sending hot tingles down the back of your spine. “you’re so fucking gross. ‘know when the last time i washed this thing was?” you answer him with a nip, nicking his bottom lip between your teeth cheekily.
just thinking about WADE WILSON getting mean in bed ..
When Wade Wilson decides to take charge, it’s not about power. Not really. It’s about quiet. For once in his godforsaken life, the voices in his head (the yellow one, the white one, the one that sounds like Bea Arthur) all shut the hell up, because every ounce of his fractured attention zeroes in on you. And you are about to become the most important noun in his vocabulary.
It starts slow. Deceptively so. You’d expect the scarred hands to shake, for the bravado to crack. But it doesn’t. He’s got you flat on your back before you can even finish your snarky come-back, your wrists pinned in one of his massive palms above your head. He doesn’t need rope. He is the rope. His other hand trails down your sternum, nails scratching just hard enough to leave pale trails that bloom red a second later.
“Aww, look at you, baby.” he coos, and the sound is pure, unadulterated poison. Syrupy sweet. Venomous. “All spread out and pretty. You were runnin’ that mouth of yours a second ago, weren’t you? Talkin’ aaall that big game.”
He grinds down against you, and you feel it—the heavy, scorching heat of him through the thin cotton of his boxers. His cock is already half-hard, twitching against your inner thigh like it has a mind of its own. He doesn’t suffer from performance anxiety. His accelerated healing factor means the man recovers faster than a Golden Age superhero, and his libido is a runaway freight train. By the time he’s got your pants off, he’s leaking a shiny, clear smear of pre-cum onto the waistband, a tiny, desperate pearl that catches the lamplight.
“What happened to all that sass, huh?” he murmurs, lowering his face to your neck. He doesn’t kiss. He bites. A sharp, proprietary sting right over your jugular, worrying the skin with his teeth until you whimper. The sound makes his whole body shudder. A thick, heavy bob of his cock against your slick entrance—just the head, just a taste—and he groans, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates from his chest directly into your bones.
“There she is, fuck.” he whispers, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, the only unscarred part of his face, are blown wide and dark. Feral. “There’s my girl. Gettin’ all quiet and dumb for me already? And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
When he pushes inside, it’s not gentle. It’s never gentle with Wade. He’s a creature of friction and overwhelming sensation. He slides home and the sound you both make is obscene. His head drops forward, forehead pressing into the pillow beside your ear. For a second, he just stays there, letting you feel the insane stretch, the pulsing throb of his length seated so deep you swear you can feel him in your throat.
“Fuuuuck..” he breathes, his hips twitch, and his cock jumps inside you, a thick, involuntary spasm that makes your eyes roll back. The heat is immediate. He runs hot, his healing factor keeping him at a constant, feverish temperature, and inside you, it’s like being filled with molten gold.
Then the mating press happens.
He hooks his arms under your knees, pushing them up and out until your thighs are crushed against your stomach. It folds you in half, opens you up so wide, so vulnerable, and the angle shifts. Now every single brutal thrust hits that spot, the one that makes your vision white out, dead on.
“There.” he hisses, his voice a wrecked snarl. “There it is. That’s my favorite face. The one where your brain turns into goddamn scrambled eggs.”
He sets a pace that is inhuman, just like him. Fast. Hard. The headboard slams against the wall in a rhythm that’s more demolition than romance. Sweat slicks his scarred chest, and a drop falls onto your lips. He leans down to lick it off, groaning into your mouth.
“You feel that?” he grunts, never slowing. “Feel how hard you make me? You think I get this hard for anyone else? No. No, no, no.” Each ‘no’ is punctuated by a deeper, meaner thrust. “This cock? It only gets hard for you.”
You’re already past the point of words. Now, as his thumb finds your clit rubbing fast, messy circles, not caring about technique, just about pressure, you feel your orgasm building. And it’s not a wave. It’s a seizure. A system failure.
He watches it happen. Watches your pupils blow, your mouth fall open on a silent 'o', your whole body locking up and then dissolving into violent, helpless shakes. And he loves it. You can see it in the feral grin that splits his face.
“Oh, there she goes!” he coos, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Bye-bye, big thoughts. Bye-bye, degree. Bye-bye, ability to form a sentence. Hello, cock-drunk little mess.”
Your orgasm wrings you dry. Your brain has liquefied. You’re not a person anymore; you’re just a receptor. A collection of nerve endings wrapped around his relentless, pistoning cock. You mumble something and he laughs, a bright, unhinged sound.
“That’s right, sweetcheeks.” he whispers, leaning his sweaty forehead against yours. His balls slap against your ass with every drive, wet and rhythmic. You can feel them tensing, drawing up tight. He’s close.
“My little cocksleeve,” he purrs, and the degradation is so sweet, so wrapped in the reverence of his gaze, that it makes you clench around him involuntarily. “Just a warm, wet, perfect little cocksleeve. That’s all you are right now, isn’t it? Can’t think. Can’t talk. Just gotta take it. Gotta take what I give you.”
He speeds up. Unhinged. The bed is creaking a death rattle. His breath is a ragged, staccato beat against your cheek. “And you’re gonna take all of it,” he growls. “Every. Last. Drop.”
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Description: Wade is distracted during a mission so afterwards all 3 of them fuck in the Honda.
Warning: Smut
Word Count: 1,773
Request:
IM OBSESSED WITH WADE AND LOGAN AS A TEAM... May I request a smut where both of them fuck fem!Reader?
Idk reader could also be a hero and it happens during a mission, I trust your writing!!!
Wade had been distracted the entire mission. It was to the point that Logan was getting annoyed with him even more than usual. Y/N had no clue what they were fighting about but was also annoyed with both of them. “Can you guys shut the fuck up?” She growled at them. They both stopped arguing and looked at her, “Can you stop being so hot?” Wade asked. She rolled her eyes and put her finger to her mouth to shush him. “Yes mommy.” Logan looked at him with disgust.
Wade was a kinky son of a bitch but Logan never got used to it. They were trying to kill bad guys but Wade was about to ruin it. Y/N had been so into the mission she had failed to see both of them checking her out. She did have blood all over her but what was new? Wade and Logan both had it bad for the girl but Y/N was oblivious. Before Wade could say anything else the bad guys appeared and they had to kill.
Y/N shot at them, never missing. Logan clawed them up and managed to get more blood on them than before. Wade? Well he was still distracted and barely did anything, “WHAT THE FUCK, WADE?” Y/N yelled at him. She pulled him right out of his dirty thoughts. “Y/N and I just did all the work.” Logan added. “Well my bad that I can’t stop thinking about taking you both to a whole new world of pleasure.” Y/N stared at him with a blank look.
She was really tired of him acting like this, especially on a mission. “Well next time don’t come.” She said and walked away from him. Logan followed but not before growling at him. “Oh come on! You guys act like this isn’t hot as fuck.” He whined, catching up to them. “What’s hot about killing people, Wade?” “EVERYTHING!!” Y/N sighed and stopped walking. “Wade, I’m very flattered but now is not the time.” She said to him. “Wait so there’s a time?” He asked. She sighed and started walking again.
The Honda Odyssey was the only “bed” that they had which sucked ass but it had to work. They all reeked of blood and guts but Wade couldn’t stop thinking about fucking Y/N in it. “So about earlier, is now the time?” He asked. Logan rolled his eyes and Y/N sighed. She sat up in the backseat and stared at him.
He was still wearing his mask and Logan took his off. “Wade, don’t you wanna fuck in a bed?” She asked, looking around the car. “Honey, I would fuck you in a volcano.” Yeah cuz that was a turn on. She looked at Logan, “What about you?” She asked him. He opened his eyes to look at her, “I wouldn’t fuck you in a volcano but this is all we have.” She laughed at his words and put her weapons on the floor.
“Alright guys. Let’s have some fun.” Wade was out of the car and to the backseat before she could finish her sentence. Logan got on the other side of her and she looked between them, “I’m not sure how this will wo-” Both of them attached their mouths to her neck. She gasped at the sudden action of them and she never noticed that Wade lifted his mask. Their lips moved sloppily on her neck, leaving marks. She gripped both of their necks and pulled them closer. They both placed a hand on her upper thigh and she leaned back against the seat, taking them with her.
Her eyes were closed as they marked her neck until she had purple spots. Logan moved down to her cleavage and Wade’s hand brushed against her pussy. She gasped at the feeling of both of them. Logan kissed and sucked the top of boob while Wade managed to get his fingers in her body suit to her bare pussy, “Holy shit.” She breathed out and he chuckled. “Ya like that princess?” Wade asked as his fingers rubbed her clit.
She was soaked and had been for a few hours now. Logan moved from her tit to the floor and spread her legs. “Move your fingers you Merc.” Logan said to Wade. Wade whined but did anyway so Logan could feast on her pussy. “Take this off.” He demanded her. She undid her body suit and Logan helped her get it off until she was fully naked in nothing but gloves and her boots. Logan chuckled as he looked at her wet pussy.
He sniffed her and sighed, “Fuck darling you smell delicious.” He told her and licked up her clit. She threw her head back and moaned. Wade watched as Logan ate her out and got even harder. He looked at Y/N who had her eyes closed and her breathing was harder. He leaned back too and turned her head towards him and kissed her. She weakly kissed back and moaned into his mouth. Logan was eating her out like an animal eating its first meal.
It was everything. Her hands gripped his hair making him moan into her pussy. The vibration made her whine and Wade stuck his tongue in her mouth. She let his tongue explore her mouth and Logan’s explored her pussy. Her hips bucked into his mouth and she shuddered at how close she was, “I’m gonna cum!” She whined into the kiss. “Cum on his beautiful face.” Wade told her and that did it. She fucked her hips up into his face and came all over. Wade praised her as she rode her sweet orgasm.
Logan flattened his tongue as she did all the work until the pleasure was gone. He pulled away from her pussy and smirked at her. She loved the sight of him covered in her cum. Wade did as well, “Damn wish that was me.” Logan got back onto the seat next to her and kissed her, giving her a taste. She moaned into his mouth. “Fuck that’s so hot.” Wade said. Y/N pulled away from the kiss and moved to kiss Wade giving him a taste as well. While they were kissing she took his mask off and threw it on the ground. Wade was never insecure around them.
They made him feel loved. She broke the kiss and moved in between his legs. He looked down in shock as she pulled out his dick. “Kiss.” She told them and without protest they did. She smirked as she watched for a second before running her pretty fingers over Wade’s cock. He gasped into the kiss. She wrapped her hand around him and jerked him off a few times before taking him into her mouth. Her mouth was the best thing to fuck.
It was wet and warm and felt so good. She placed her hands on his thighs and gave him the best blow job of his life. Wade was the loudest one out of the three of them. He fucked up into her mouth as the car rocked. The windows steamed up as they kissed and she gave him the best blow job ever. “Fuck. Your mouth is amazing, baby.” He moaned.
Logan watched as his dick went in and out of her mouth. Sure her mouth was good but her pussy was even better. Logan and Wade stopped kissing once Wade got really close. He threw his head back and cried out as he came in her throat. She pulled off of him and pulled Logan down for a kiss. She let Wade’s cum travel into Logan’s mouth and he swallowed. Wade gasped as he had never seen anything like that before.
Y/N smirked at him and got back in between them. “So I want all or nothing. You both have to be inside of me at the same time.” She says and they both nod before getting naked. She got on the center console of the car and they both managed to get their dicks in her at the same time. Their car was small but it managed to work. Y/N gasped at both of them penetrating her at the same time. Logan tried to let her adjust to the size but Wade didn’t care and started thrusting.
Her moans were loud inside the car and it felt very hot. Her jaw was dropped and her bloody hair was wet with sweat as well. Wade laid his head on the head of the carseat and groaned out. Logan who had more stanamia than both of them was fucking her fast and hard. Wade tried to keep up but it felt better this way.
“Shit you both are so fucking good.” She whined as one dick would hit her spot and then the other would right after. “You’re one to talk princess, your pussy is so perfect.” Wade groaned. Her moans turned to screams as she started thrusting back on them. The perfect rhythm began and all 3 of them were making loud noises. The heat of the car made things more intense.
Logan’s hand that was gripping one side of her hip was squeezing to the point of bruises. Y/N wished more than anything that she could see how fucked out they both looked but that was the con with doggy style. Especially in a small car. Wade groaned as he felt her pussy squeeze them, “Fuck princess, I’m about to cum.” He announced.
Y/N smirked before moaning as she squeezed them tighter cuz a loud moan to release from Logan. He barely moaned but when he did it was amazing and hot. “Fuck sweetheart, If you do that again I’m gonna cum too.” “That’s the plan.” She whimpered and squeezed them. “Where do ya want it, pretty girl?” “Inside of me. Both of you.” She cried as she too felt closer to the edge.
Wade groaned loudly as he came hard inside of her pretty pussy. Logan was a few seconds later and stilled behind her as he came. Y/N helped them ride it out as she came next screaming their names. The car smelled of sweat and sex as they both pulled out of her. Wade collapsed back against the seat and sighed, “Man I do love a good tag team after a crazy mission.” He said. Logan glared at him, “You didn’t even help.” Y/N turned around to look at the two. “Boys don’t start.” She warned and got in the middle of them. “Maybe if you guys are good we can go for round 2.” She smirked and brought them both in for a kiss.
Playing “never have i ever” or something like that with logan and wade (maybe along the lines of a boring friday night with nothing else to do) and you admit to never having an orgasm by anyone but yourself
Flash forward you’re in logan’s arms and wade is eating the fuck out of your pussy, and then they switch 👀👀
i’ve written something similar two the second part here, but i love the never have i ever idea! // divider from @strangergraphics
boredom isn’t something heroes are used to. there’s always something happening somewhere, someone needing to be saved. but tonight, everything is quiet. the three of you were suspicious at first, but you checked every police scanner, news outlet, and all of your contacts and came up with nothing. the bad guys had decided to take an evening off, and now you were stuck with nothing to do.
you, wade, and logan all sit around in the living room with bottles of beer. you and wade stare at the mindless gameshow on tv while logan rests his eyes. you’re definitely bored, but wade is restless. it’s like he’s itching for something to do, like his body is physically unable to handle the inactivity.
“why don’t we play a game?” wade asks, startling logan awake.
the two of you look over at wade. “what kind of game?” you ask.
“i don’t know, ‘never have i ever?’”
logan rolls his eyes, then shuts them again. he’ll deny any “old man” comments, but he really is one. you elbow logan in the side and he opens them again.
“come on, it’ll be fun,” wade pleads.
“it’s not like we have anything better to do,” you say to logan. reluctantly, he agrees.
you reposition yourselves in the living room. you sit on the couch, leaned against the arm with your feet in logan’s lap, who sits on the other end. wade sits on the floor by the coffee table, his beer on the table without a coaster next to him.
“this is your game, wilson. you start,” logan says before taking a sip of his beer.
“no, don’t drink! you only drink if you’ve done the thing i say,” wade scoffs. how can logan be so old and still know nothing about fun? “okay, okay. never have i ever… gotten arrested.”
you furrow your eyebrows at him while logan takes a drink. you’re almost certainly wade has been arrested before. “i don’t think you’re playing this game right,” you say. “you have to say things you’ve never done.”
wade scoffs. “i haven’t been arrested, thank you very much. all the cops who’ve tried have mysteriously ended up with broken noses.”
you roll your eyes at him. “my turn now? never have i ever… cheated on a partner.”
both of them take drinks, wade with more shame than logan. ugh, men.
then it’s logan’s turn. “never have i ever worn a dress.”
you figure it’s targeted at you, just because logan’s a dick, but to your surprise, wade drinks too. logan raises his eyebrow at him, silently urging him to elaborate.
“you wish you saw that, huh, peanut?” he taunts instead. logan makes a face at that.
“i’m thankin’ god i didn’t have to.”
you play a couple more rounds, all three of you exchanging stories and sipping from your bottles. it takes a lot to get them drunk, but you’re starting to feel it. there’s a collection of empty bottles, mostly beer, but halfway through the game, wade decided to up the ante with some liquor.
it’s wade’s turn again and he says, “never have i ever been with two guys at once.”
he means it as a joke. he doesn’t expect anyone to drink. there’s no way logan would do something like that, and you’re too innocent. that’s why his eyes practically pop out of his head when you throw back the shot.
the game turned sexual a few rounds ago, but it was pretty mild stuff. talk about doing stuff in public, kinks, freaky shit like that. nothing as interesting as this.
both wade and logan turn their full attention to you, eager to hear this story.
“what?” you play dumb.
“two guys at once?” wade asks. you shrug.
“it wasn’t anything.”
“nah,” logan says, sounding interested for the first time all game. “you gotta tell us.”
you sigh. “it was a while ago. i met this couple at a bar and they said they were looking for a third. i had nothing better to do and they were both hot, so…” you trail off, shrugging again.
“give us the gory details. how’d you do it? daisy chain?eiffel tower? double cowgirl? triple spooning? come on, tell us,” wade rambles.
“you’re a fucking perv,” you tell him and he doesn’t deny it. “it was just normal dp.”
logan raises an eyebow. “that stands for double penetration,” wade tells him.
“i know that. i’m just wondering how you took it all,” logan says.
you’re used to this kind of talk from wade. the man thinks with his dick so much that you question if he even has a brain. you’re not, however, used to this from logan. he’s no prude, but he usually doesn’t participate in these kinds of conversations with wade.
“must’ve been a tight fit,” logan adds on.
you look between the men and their interested faces. you’re still pretty bored, the game having grown stale a while ago, and now you’re a tipsy. you want something exciting and right now, you’re feeling bold enough to persue it.
“do you wanna see?” you ask them.
wade and logan share a glance, but it only takes a second before they’re replying “yes” in unison.
omg of course!! the two of them being jealous over you would be such a handful >~< id love to write a full length of this sometime too!! thank you for the request lovely 💓
these two are such a handful when they’re jealous
Logan has no patience for other men getting in your personal space
if some other guy is talking to you too long or starting to get a little too close
he comes and stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck
he’ll make a big show of it too, sucking at your skin and breathing in your scent
“d’ya smell that? hm?”
you scrunch your eyebrows together, wondering what’s about to come
“that’s my scent. mine. all fuckin’ over ya.”
he’s dragging you upstairs to the nearest locked bedroom before you can even react
sex with him while he’s jealous can go either way depending on just how riled up he is
sometimes it’s deep and intimate, going until you’ve forgotten the rest of the world
or it’s rough and hard and biting, until your head is spinning and his name is the only thing you can remember
he’ll have you face down in the pillows, his grip on your hips so tight you swear he’s using his claws
his cock bullies so deep inside of you that tears form in your eyes and you have to wind your hands into the sheets to keep from screaming
and once you throw Wade into the mix…
Wade does NOT get jealous easily & even if he does, he just jokes it off
it would take a lot to get him going & god help you if he does
he’ll swoop in when someone’s hitting on you and press himself in real close
not nearly as showy as Logan but he’ll make real good eye contact with them and call them out for it
“i know i know” he’ll kiss the side of your head. “so fuckable, right?“
he’ll have you propped on the counter of the nearest bathroom, his face stuffed between your legs in an instant
he’s holding your legs open with ease & relentlessly licking your poor, overstimulated clit
every time you try to shuffle away or close your legs he’s pushing them further apart
“ahahah, not yet baby. if you can still move then I haven’t done my job right.”
when they’re together & jealous?? you’re not leaving that room for hours and they’re going to fucking ruin you
they’ll have you whining and overstimulated long before either of them slip inside of you
they take turns over who gets to eat you out, the other holding your legs open and mumbling a tantalizing mix of praise and degradation in your ears
they’re both dirty talk kings
by the time Logan slips his cock through your folds, your legs are already shaking
you’re moaning so damn loud that Wade has to shove his cock in your mouth to keep the people at the party from hearing
the two of them can go for hours thanks to their regeneration and if you think you’re getting out anytime before that…
once you’re nice and fucked out in Logan’s arms, Wade’s sliding his cock inside of you and then they’re both fucking you
they get SO caught up in the moment trying to one up each other too—the only thing they can agree upon is that you’re theirs
when the night is over, you’ll be stuffed to the brim with cum and half-conscious, fucked out on the bed
they’ll clean you up nice and good though
Wade is the best ever at aftercare, he’ll always have water and a warm cloth for you (or in this case, a tshirt he stole from the closet)
meanwhile Logan will massage your aching muscles and shaking limbs, kissing your feverish skin
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