#wade x reader

Some bullshit is always spewing from Wade's mouth, whether he's buried in your cunt or balls deep in Logan. You're sprawled on one side of the bed, Logan's hand wrapped tight around one of yours. Your other plays at your clit as Wade pounds into him from behind. A scarred hand wraps around Logan's cock, tip angry and leaking. The words that come out of his mouth really shouldn't surprise you.

"Come on, peanut, wanna come for daddy?"

Your fingers stop swirling your swollen nub as you let Wade's words soak in. The thought of the word daddy falling from Logan's lips shouldn't have your cunt clenching like it does. But, then again, you've always been a bit depraved.

Logan's response comes valiantly as Wade pistons into him, balls slapping lewdly with every meeting of Wade's hips.

"Anyone—" Thrust. "Ever tell ya—" Thrust. "You're shit at dirty talk—" Thrust. "Red?" Logan's teeth are clenched, voice harsh.

"Yeah, Wade," you muse. "Don't be ridiculous."

You pause for a beat; a mischievous grin as you meat Wade's gaze. Your fingers begin to dip between your folds, gathering your slick before moving back to your aching clit. "We both know I'm his daddy."

Logan lets out a rough groan, at that, despite himself. And the confirmation sends lightning bolts shooting down your spine.

The hand holding Logan's squeezes a little tighter, as you coax him on. Your eyes meet his, gaze dripping with desire. Your voice a low whisper.

"Come on, Lo. Come for daddy."

Logan's breaths come in pants, now. "Yeah— fuck, I will," he babbles between breaths. "Gonna come for you, baby."

Wade slows his thrusts then, perfectly in-tune with your little game, though his own daddy-action may have been thwarted.

"Ah-ah, baby girl," the merc sing-songs. "That's not her name."

Logan growls, the sound a feral thing. He turns his head to the man behind him. "Fuck you, mouth."

Then, he turns back to face you. His cheeks are flushed crimson, eyes closed, as he addresses you.

"Gonna come for you— Daddy."

The three of you keep at it for hours that night, you and Wade taking care of Logan until he's floating in that hazy space you know so well. He always seems to be the one bringing you and Wade there. He deserves to feel it too, after all he's done for you. As hungry for control as he can be, Logan has never had somebody take care of him like this. You're just glad you can be the one to do it.

Finally, when it's closer to morning than it is to night, you're all fucked out and boneless, cuddling in a heap on your shared California king. Your hands tangle in Logan's hair, damp with sweat, as Wade traces little patterns on the bare skin of your thigh while he spoons you. Then, because of course he does, Wade breaks the silence. He heaves a dramatic sigh.

"I cant believe she's your daddy." He pouts, petulant. "Will these perverts ever let me have anything?!"

You're not sure what he's talking about, but you're too fucked out to care. You twist around to press a chaste kiss to the mottled skin of Wade's head. "It's okay, princess. You can be my daddy."

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Wade squealed and bent down to shower her with affection. You smiled at them and rose off the couch. Wade grinned at you and threw his face mask on the nearby table. His eyes lit up as you approach him.

“There’s my favorite dog-sitter!” exclaimed Wade.

You quirked your brow at him. “I’m your only underpaid dog-sitter.”

He shrugged and swung the grocery bag in his gloved hand. You eyed the bag curiously but said nothing. Peggy happily tapped her paws against the hardwood.

“I have a gift for you,” singsonged Wade. He gestured with the bag.

You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously. You crossed your arms. He made a noise of protest.

“It isn’t a bag of cocaine! Don’t get your panties in a twist,” grumbled Wade.

You sighed. Peggy snorted under you as she wagged her tail.

He pushed the grocery bag to your chest. “Just open the damn thing!” insisted Wade.

You curled your fingers around the thin plastic and reached your hand in it. You pulled out a black graphic t-shirt which read ‘proud dog parent’ in a white font. The receipt fluttered off the shirt, which Wade promptly ripped off and threw over his shoulder. Peggy trotted towards the crumpled receipt and sniffed it curiously.

Your face broke into a big smile. Your eyes flickered to the shirt and to Wade.

“Thanks for the gift, Wade. This is cute,” you said.

Wade bounced on his feet and pressed his hands against his cheeks. “I’m so glad you like it, babe! You’re officially part of the family.”

You continued to smile at him and your eyes softened. Wade gestured his hand at the shirt.

“Go change into the shirt.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and headed towards the bathroom. “Or you could undress out here!” shouted Wade.

You didn’t turn back as you flipped him off. “I think the only person you wanna see naked is Vanessa or Logan,” you called back.

Wade’s laughter was muffled as you shut the bathroom door behind you. You changed your shirt and smoothed down the ruffles. You gazed at your reflection through the smudged mirror.

You had to admit; the shirt was nice, as cheesy as it was.

You stepped out of the bathroom with Wade waiting for you. You smoothed the shirt down.

Wade clapped his hand excitedly. “Oh, you’re cooking in that shirt!”

You smiled as you shook your head at him. You checked the time on your phone. “Alright, I gotta go. I have other responsibility besides looking after Dogpool,” you teased.

Wade scoffed in mock offense. You gathered your belongings and made your way out of the apartment. You turned around before you left.

Wade held Peggy in his arms with her derpy tongue sticking out if her mouth. He used her small arm to wave you goodbye.

“Say bye-bye to your other dog parent! They’re the only one who receives child support from your spoiled ass,” hummed Wade.

"Fuuuck baby”

Hearing Wade’s groan, you could only let out a strangled whine in response, clenching down harder around his cock as it hit deep inside you again. With every tilt of his hips, he was grunting above you, strong forearms planted next to your head on each side keeping him up. Occasionally letting out sounds that could be described more like whining rather than moaning, your face was fanned by his rapid breaths as he was trying to speak between quick thrusts.

The whole thing was frantic from the minute he got you on his bed earlier that afternoon. After a day out with your friends where you visited a nearby city, you arrived at Wade’s place as planned, still in the same clothes that you changed into before leaving the house, but now with a few extra bags slung over your arms. The gentleman that he was, Wade moved instinctively to take their weight off your hands and carry them inside himself, but his brain seemed to stop working the second he got a closer look at you. It was almost comical; he abruptly froze halfway across the room mid-step, hands dropping back to his sides uselessly and eyes fixed on your face. Well, more specifically your mouth. You were wearing your usual light makeup, but your lips were shining in a bright shade of red. You didn’t remember that you applied that specific color in the morning, otherwise you would have known what went through his mind the second he spotted you entering through the door. He has always had a thing for your cherry lipstick, and every time you wore it by the end of the day you ended up in his bed without fail — and you were lucky if it was his mattress and not a random location in the house, not that you were ever complaining.

“Yeah? Feel good?”

Snapped back to the present by a well-aimed thrust of his hips, you cried out as the particular angle had his tip hitting the sensitive spot inside you that made your back arch up from the mattress in pleasure. You were a mess: hair sprawled out on the pillows, most of your makeup gone, lipstick smeared completely. It was all over the lower half of your face, smudges of red under your jaw, behind your ear, down your throat towards the valley of your breasts. Wade wasn’t faring any better, with his normally pale lips shining from your tongue and the shade of your gloss, bright splotches of cherry on his cheeks and down the line of his neck similarly to yours. He looked wrecked above you, eyes glazed over in lust, mouth open and panting into your own. You already came on his fingers once during the night, and now your second orgasm was rapidly approaching. Judging by the sounds he was making, Wade was not far behind either.

“Wade, please.”

“Wanna come?”

Voice hazy with lust, he snapped his hips even faster, making you drop the line of thought in your head immediately before it even really began.

“Mhm.”

The high-pitched whine that came out of your mouth sent a shiver across his spine, rhythm faltering just for a second, arms trembling where they were holding him up. Wade leaned down to your neck, licking a long stripe along your pulse and tasting the mixture of sweat and lipstick that was gathered there with a gravelly hum from his throat. Planting an open-mouthed kiss on your skin, he continued on with the relentless pace from before.

“‘M close.”

“With me, please Wade.”

“Yeah baby.”

Shifting his weight, Wade trailed one of his hands down to where your bodies were connected and found your clit with sure fingers. He started rubbing firm little circles over the nub and you clenched hard around him in response, sobbing out his name in pleasure.

“Come for me, just like that.”

Eyes screwed shut, you could feel the tension snapping in your belly when a thrust against your G-spot landed just the same moment his fingers made a circular motion against your sensitive clit. Your whole body seized up, pussy clenching hard around Wade as he hissed and whimpered at the tightness, never stopping his movements.

“That’s it, fuck, you’re so pretty.”

You were still shaking through the aftershocks of your release when he suddenly stilled inside you not even a minute later, forehead dropping onto your chest and body shuddering uncontrollably above you.

“Fuck fuck fuck.”

His hips jerked, little, mindless motions in your fluttering walls as he came, your name only a ruined sound on his lips.

It took a few minutes, but eventually your breathing evened out and your limbs loosened their tight hold on Wade's body. With a happy sigh, you carded a still shaky hand through his sweaty hair where his head was resting on your chest. Wade huffed out a breath, then turned his face so that he could look up at you. The smile he gave you was a little tired but undeniably content, a sated look in his eyes and affection radiating off his whole being.

“I love when you wear that shade.”

You let out a little giggle, not stopping the light scratching of his scalp.

“I know. Kind of hard not to notice.”

Wade smirked at the double innuendo, then planted a few gentle kisses to your chest. When he deemed the amount enough, he carefully shifted up onto his arms to get up and bring a damp towel to clean up. As he stood, you let yourself relax fully into the bedsheets and enjoy the sight of his naked form before you. His red face, kiss marks all over the line of his neck and pecs, lips swollen and still glistening from both of your tongues. If you weren't completely spent after the long day already, you would have started something again.

As he sauntered off towards the bathroom, you called after him.

“Maybe you should be the one wearing my lipstick next time.”