BAD IDEA ― deadpool & wolverine

SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
WADE IS GOOD AT AFTERCARE AND KETTI IS GOOD AT COMING

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WADE WALKED IN BEFORE LAURA OR BLIND AL, WHICH WAS GREAT BECAUSE IT WAS FAR EASIER TO ASK HIM TO KISS LOGAN THAN IT WAS TO EXPLAIN WHY KETTI WAS FACE-DOWN ON THE SOFA WITH LOGAN BALLS-DEEP INSIDE OF HER.

(Oh, wow, straight into it, are we? Good, because someone's bagel needs creaming and I have all of the supplies in my pants.)

"Well, hello," Deadpool greeted, mask on, looking between Logan and Ketti.

Ketti managed a moan in return, coming at the mere sight of him watching. Logan grunted and slapped her rear, berating her for coming without his permission.

"You're a little loud, babycakes," Deadpool tsked, walking over. "I think someone needs to fill your mouth up."

"Fuck," Ketti moaned out, trying to force back another release as Deadpool approached the pair.

He shook his head. "You have such a dirty mouth, Kitty, and I think I need to stop it saying such things."

Ketti nodded, a whimper leaving her when Logan pulled her up easily, still inside, back to his chest, and arm around her waist as he continued to pump her.

"God, I've fantasized about this since I met you, Ketti," Deadpool let out a soft groan. "I really wanna kiss you again, baby, but you gotta earn that."

Ketti nodded, head falling back against Logan's shoulder and he tightened his grip on her, other hand moving to her throat to keep her looking at Deadpool.

"Words, kitten," Logan growled in her ear and Ketti whimpered.

"S-sorry, Wade," she gasped out. "Just...can't..."

"I know, baby," Deadpool cooed softly, walking closer to the pair and placing a gloved hand on her cheek. She leaned into it. "You're trying. You're doing so good."

Ketti nodded. "Please...need to..."

"What?" Deadpool asked softly. "You wanna come, baby?" He traced over her lips and gently pushed two gloved fingers inside. "Suck."

Ketti did as told as Logan continued to pound into her. Her mind was numb, all thoughts and predispositions were gone, fucked away by the man she'd been craving for months.

Deadpool looked to Logan, then to Ketti. "She's so submissive," he remarked. "I didn't think she would be."

"I'm sure if you ask nicely, she'll fuck you," Logan grunted. "I think she's both."

"We'll have to find out," Deadpool hummed, pulling his fingers from Ketti's mouth and bringing them to her core.

Ketti spasmed around Logan, coming again when Deadpool barely rubbed her clit. Logan grunted in annoyance, sending Deadpool a look, but Deadpool ignored it, watching Ketti's face.

"God, you're so pretty like this," he cooed, "when you're coming around daddy's big cock, aren't you?"

Ketti whined at his words, nodding.