note sorry this is so short :/
âą â§âË wade wilson wasnât the sharing type. he practically gatekept you, despite your ill-defined relationship suggesting he act otherwise. this changed when he brought home logan howlett. content warning threesome.
âfuck, yeah, baby, youâre taking it just like i taught you to,â he grunts from above you, legs spread and hands tied in your hair while his new friend spears you apart from behind. you feel like youâre on fire, the feeling of loganâs cock a whole new, eye-rolling experience. you can hear him moaning softly behind you, fingers dipping to catch a feel of the wet mess youâre dripping all over him and the sheets, his large hands on your hips forcing you to really take him. heâd bottomed out a long time ago, but you still felt the sting of the stretch amidst the pleasure that had you drooling all over wadeâs lap, cheek pressed to his suited thigh and lips chasing to keep his dick in your mouth despite the brute force pulling you off of him each time. a limp hand remains wrapped around his base, failing to keep up a pace thatâll keep him satisfied-- but he doesnât care. not with your tear stricken face, red and puffy and fucked out pretty like he loves, wide eyes staring up at him like heâs never seen before.Â
youâd known wade for years prior to your current arrangement. a close friend and occasional fuck that youâd kept around and close for reasons being, well, nothing other than that the manchild was adamantly clingy. and that he came with his perks. a good 8 inches of them. and he was hellbent on making sure if you needed a fix, some good loving, some quality timeâ it was him youâd go to. that type of bond makes a man, for lack of better words, possessive, as he describes it. he did not share. but in an odd way, his relationship with logan was the same-- and so when he came to you, pleading, câmon, cupcake, he needs it! iâll never ask you to do it again!, you had no choice but to give the new guy a chance. wade doesnât light up about a lot of things, and sex happens to be one of them. so you concede.Â
now, youâre a babbling mess for the two. logan draws out hoarse, animalistic moans from deep back in your throat that has wade cooing faux-sympathy to your ringing ears. little oh, oh, ohâs emit from your swollen lips and wade nods knowingly, smiling from the fat tears that drop from your eyes as he readies you once more, âletâs go, girlie,â he chips in, ignoring your whines of protest as he pulls you up from his thigh to force your head back down on his length, holding you there until youâre a slutty, gagging mess, head dizzying from the lack of air, âwhat dâyou think, big guy? she as good as i promised?âÂ
the latter tightens his grip on your hips, slowing down his thrusts only to gather himself before spitting cruelly down where you connect, head cocking to the side as he looks up, annoyed.Â
âdonât talk. youâll ruin this for me.â the message is received, wade frowning slightly before turning his attention back to you, bending to meet your ear so he can whisper, i told you, heâs grumpy. you moan around him, desperate for him to pull you off before you pass out-- god help you, and so he does; pulling you up with a lewd pop, releasing your head from his hands so he can sit back and watch you recover, saliva the only thing connecting you to his flagpole of a cock. gasping, you choke out his name which coincides with a long, drawn out moan, courtesy of logan behind you, adjusting himself so he can sit even deeper inside of you, dick massaging your insides. âwade-- wade,â is all you can manage, your head a spiraling mess as you slowly edge towards climax for the third time that night. before he can reply, conjure up some sly, mean comment, you feel the cold air breeze against your hips where loganâs hands once were, and your head is yanked up so all you see is his face.Â
âwhoâs fucking you, huh? wade?â he mocks into your face, lips curled as he slows himself once again to pound into you harder, punching each word with each thrust. wade groans a barely audible fuck, yes from in front of you, his cock fisted in his hand while he watches.Â
âsay it.â âoh, god-- you--â he tuts, tightening his grasp on your hair, âyou, logan, logan--â he reels back once heâs satisfied, watching your ass bounce with each impact of his pelvis on yours, the pornagraphic sound of his balls slapping against your swollen little clit, and he smirks. he feels you getting close, he knows youâre almost there again, and heâll never admit it, but heâs so grateful wadeâs suggested this. heâs encouraging you both from his spot on the bed, his cock leaking and red and throbbing as he inches closer in tandem with you two, and his voice sounds itself, âyouâre gonna cum again, arenât you?â, he knows from the heightened pitch of your voice, âgood, good, gonna show my friend how you can put that mouth to use next.â
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