Deadpool & Wolverine Fanfiction
You’ll Just Have To Taste Me.
WARNING TAGS - 18+ ONLY. Mature language and descriptions. Brat/Brat-Taming. Dom/Sub. Teasing. Oräl & Pênetration.
CATEGORY - Smut with little plot. Top!Logan & Bottom!Wade.
PREVIEW - Continuation of "Second Chance." Logan puts Wade in his place. It's just straight 1.6k words of pure smut, folks.
Author’s Note - The brain rot is so real and I refuse to apologize for it any longer. 😪 Fitting fic for Kinktober… enjoy!
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"Promise me something," Logan asked, quietly locking the bedroom door behind them.
Wade smirked, eyes low and daring. "Anything, peanut."
"You have to apologize to Althea," Logan said. He turned toward Wade, chin high and serious suddenly. Wade groaned, feeling impatient with his request.
"Your Goody Two-Shoes is showing again," Wade sneered. "Or, are you just happy to see me?"
Logan lowered his eyebrows and took a daunting step toward Wade. "I don't appreciate the attitude."
Stepping away nervously, Wade swallowed hard. The back of his legs hit the edge of the mattress, causing him to fall back on the bed. Logan's hovering over Wade now, their knees barely touching. His closeness and menacing presence causes Wade to lean back on his elbows. Wild, dark eyes stare down at him. Logan tilted his head slightly as he reached down to touch Wade's chin. His fingers grazed gently on his skin, heat filling his chest with each breath.
Logan's steely gaze left Wade speechless and awestruck. It reminded him of the battles they've been in together. Logan's glaring eyes and confident stature terrified their opponents. Wade couldn't say he wasn't afraid right now, with Logan standing over him, eyes dragging down every inch of his body. He also couldn't deny how fucking horny he was at the sight.
"Promise me you'll apologize," Logan demanded, fingers wrapping around Wade's chin.
"You're not the boss of me," Wade countered. His voice came out quieter than he expected.
Logan's grasp tightened around Wade's chin, fingers digging into his jaw.
"Don't talk back. Promise me."
Wade hesitated, only because he had to choke down a moan threatening to escape his mouth.
"What if I don't?" Wade teased, voice dripping with lust. He was playing with fire and desperately wanted to see how bad it burned.
"If you don't," Logan growled, forcing Wade's head to the side. "I'll make you wish you did."
Climbing onto Wade, his mouth was on his neck in seconds, biting and sucking the tender skin. Logan pushed Wade further up the bed, straddling him with a hand around his jaw. They had to be quiet, with Blind Al just out in the living room. She was still pissed at Wade and kicked them both out to listen to her sitcoms. Wade told her they wanted to go take a nap anyways and lead Logan off to the one bedroom.
Now, Logan's palm is covering Wade's mouth, stifling his moaning and breathless sighs. Wade's hands are cupping Logan's ass, pulling him closer and feeling every inch. Logan nibbled along Wade's collarbone, his teeth marks healing as fast as they're left. Hands trailing up Logan's back, Wade pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. Wade's eyes trailed up Logan's bare, unbelievably handsome chest. He ran his fingers through the hair, admiring every part of it.
Logan grabbed Wade's wrist, which hovered at his stomach. Their eyes locked for a moment, both feeling dizzy and breathless. Neither of them rejected what was happening next.
Wade leaned forward, his lips meeting Logans' hard and fast. The room hummed as they kissed one another. Both realizing this was something they wanted and desperately needed. Logan groaned against Wade's mouth when he sucked his bottom lip, the sensation sending tingles down his spine. Wade loved the way Logan's lips still tasted like butter and soda. The familiarness soothed his nerves and excited him even more.
Unsheathing one claw, Logan ripped open Wade's shirt in a single movement. He gasped, eyes wide in surprise. Logan smirked, drawing back his claw and removing the tattered shirt from Wade's shoulders. Wade could feel his face burning and heart pounding. He knew Logan could hear it too by the way he gazed down at him, eyes heavy and longing.
Logan placed a hand to Wade's chest and pushed him flat onto the bed. The weight of Logan straddling him made the bed frame creak beneath them. Logan's lips found Wade's neck again, kissing tenderly until he reached his lower belly. Moving down the mattress, he tugged at Wade's sweatpants slightly, just enough to reveal each hip bone. Logan softly kissed each side of Wade's hips, his lips wet and gentle.
"Oh," Wade breathed, his chest rising and falling quickly. He couldn't hide his erection any longer with Logan's mouth kissing and nibbling the sensitive skin at his hips. He felt Logan's fingertips teasing the hem of his pants and boxers, threatening to pull them down even more. Wade's hands found Logan's hair and gripped the soft tufts, needing something to ground him. He could feel Logan's damp panting on his lower abdomen, his tongue trailing dangerously close to his aching dick begging to be touched.
"P-Please," Wade whimpered, voice low. He almost couldn't take Logans teasing anymore. He needed him to touch it, to feel his soft, wet lips around him.
"No," Logan said, slowly inching off the bed and stood in front of Wade still sprawled on his back.
Wade's head snapped up, frowning. "Why not?"
"Because," Logan began, unbuckling his belt and slipping it out of his jeans. "You need to be taught a lesson about respect."
Before Wade could even blink, Logan grabbed onto his waist and yanked him toward the edge of the bed. The motion caused Wade to slide off the mattress and land on his knees in front of Logan, who quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his boxers.
Wade's knees stung with the sudden impact on the hard floor and he hoped Althea had her volume up high enough to not hear. Logan stroked his enlarged cock, only inches away from Wade's lips.
"Let's see what else that jabbering mouth can do," Logan hissed. He placed a hand on the back of Wade's head and pushed himself against his parted lips. Wade gladly took him all at once, his tongue swirling around Logan's dripping erection. Logan groaned, his hands touching both sides of Wade's slowly bobbing head. His tongue licked circles around the leaking tip, taking note of how Logan bucked his hips against his mouth. Wade tightened his lips and increased his speed, gripping the back of Logan's thighs for support. Logan moaned deeply, trying his best to stay quiet but failing.
"Okay," Logan groaned, pulling back from Wade. He reluctantly released Logan with a wet popping sound and licked his lips. Wade glanced up at him with hooded eyes.
"You've been a good boy, princess," Logan whispered, voice hoarse. "But, I don't think you've learned your lesson quite yet."
"I don't think I have either," Wade mumbled, almost drooling at the sight of Logan towering over him.
"Stand and bend over," Logan instructed. His voice was low and thick with lust. Wade did as he was told and stood from the floor, bending face first over the bed.
Logan yanked down Wade's sweatpants and boxers, revealing his bare ass. Wade's gasping for air now as Logan pushed the side of his head into the bed. Wade's cock is dripping with pre-cum and he's really not sure how much longer he can last.
"You made my prick nice and wet," Logan whispered, bending down slightly for Wade to hear. "Now you better stay quiet and take all of me like a good boy. Okay, Wilson?"
Wade could barely nod as Logan lined himself up in front of his hole, dragging the tip back and forth to open him up a bit. Wade gasped and gripped the bedsheets with both hands as Logan pushed himself inside. The tightness and burn almost caused Wade to cry out, but he bit the side of his cheek instead remembering Logan's demands.
"Attaboy," Logan breathed, groaning slightly once his cock was fully inside Wade. Finally, his regenerative healing kicked into gear and the pain was replaced with pleasure. Wade sighed loudly into the sheets, his hands squeezing tightly as Logan began pumping in and out of him.
"You feel so fucking good, baby," Logan moaned, his fingertips digging into Wade's hips. Wade could only squeeze his eyes shut and take it. He could feel Logan thrusting into him hard and gaining speed. Wade leaned back against each push, hitting that sweet spot every time. His mind went blank and he forgot all about why he was upset earlier. Logan felt so damn great inside him, he was tipping over the edge with each thrust.
"Logan, I-"
"Me too."
Before he could finish, Logan pulled out of Wade and flipped him onto his back. Logan continued stroking himself with one hand and reached down to stroke Wade's throbbing dick with the other. Within seconds, they were both shaking and groaning through their orgasms. White ribbons coated Wade's chest and stomach, some reaching up his neck.
"Fuck..." Wade breathed. His eyes squeezed shut as he continued riding out his orgasm with Logan. They shuddered quietly, relief flooding their bodies in unison.
Logan squeezed the last bit of cum from his cock before collapsing on the bed beside Wade. They panted softly together, exhaustion taking over quickly.
"Logan," Wade whispered, remaining still on the bed.
"Yeah?"
"I'm literally a toaster strudel right now."
Logan looked over and grunted out a laugh. "Yeah, you are."
They laid in silence for a moment longer, processing what just happened between them and how they can never go back from here. Unfortunately, their moment of solitude was short lived.
The bedroom door suddenly swung open, the doorknob banging against the wall.
"You sick fucks," Althea yelled. "I'm blind, not deaf!"
"Thanks for waiting until we finished this time, sweetums!"
Logan scowled at him, deep red running up his neck and face. Wade simply shrugged and sat up on the bed, grabbing a shirt from the floor to wipe up the mess on his chest. It was about time they moved out anyways.
