CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
LOGAN AND HIS VERY BIG, VERY STRONG, VERY THICK —
ARMS. YEAH.
ARMS.

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KETTI HAD NEVER BEEN SOMEONE TO TAKE THINGS SLOWLY.

Or seriously.

She'd been casual after casual after casual — except Frank, which she'd begrudgingly admitted was slightly more than casual — until Wade.

(Aww, sugar, don't I feel special?)

With Wade, things just...came easy. He was constantly blowing up her phone and always asking to hang out — and he'd stop by after work in his Deadpool outfit and perch himself at the bar she worked in.

(Had to keep Frank away.)

It had only been a week, and she was...

Happy.

But things were slow. He seemed scared of taking it to the next level. Not because he wasn't confident (somebody call the moving company because I'm packing) but because neither of them were sure how to tell Logan.

Or even...do a throuple...thing.

And it wasn't that Ketti didn't like Logan because fuck, did she like Logan. His arms, his smile, his height, the way he could pick her up and toss her around and —

But she was with Wade now.

So it wasn't complicated, just...tentative.

Cautious.

Over-abundantly so.

"We should just get fucked together," Wade suggested, her head in his lap as she passed him the half-smoked joint, his hand running through her hair. "I literally fucked him last night. The guy is fucking horny, kitty."

"Yeah, but what if—"

"—Baby," Wade cut her off with an exasperated smile. "You worry too much. He's wanted this for months."

"What if it complicates things?"

"Do you and I feel complicated?"

"Well, no, but—"

"—Then why, pretty lady, would you feel like Logan would complicate things? The guy only speaks with grunts sometimes. There are days where only his dick speaks to me."

(Those are my favorite days. Forget conversation, I like stimulation.)

"What does that — what do you even mean by that?"

Wade grinned down at her, leaning down and kissing her nose. "You know what."

"You're so gross."

"I think you like it," he smiled. "I think you're obsessed with me."

"I think I'm regretting kissing you."

"Ha!" Wade exclaimed. "Too late now, sugar, I've got you, hook line and sinker."

"Hopefully you throw me back into the ocean?"

"I'm going to drown you in the come that will—"

(Let's skip ahead.)

—

Ketti stood outside the door, wearing something nice. She should've dressed fucking casual. Stupid brain making her overthink everything. Fuck.

She had a fucking nice shirt on — without a band name on it, or hole in the bottom or whatever the fuck else she could scrimmage from the fucking thrift store — and jeans and her clean shoes, not the fucking dirty boots she tended to wear because fuck fuck fuck —

"Kitten."

"Hi, Logan."

Logan leaned against the door, looking her up and down. "My kid's here."

Kerri's eyes widened. "I can totally come back, I—"

"—It's fine," a girl's voice spoke, moving the door further open and rolling her eyes at Logan.

She didn't really look like Logan, but she could see similarities. Pinstripe brown hair, brown eyes, soft features. She was pretty and smiled lazily.

"Laura," she offered a half-wave, "I'm leaving anyway. Nice to meet you, Ketti Kipps."

"How did you—"

"—My dads are obsessed with you," Laura winked and walked past the pair, heading down the hall.

"Are you?" Ketti looked to Logan with wide eyes.

"No," Logan shook his head. "She's delusional. Come inside."

(Please do.)

Ketti followed him in, looking around the apartment. It was a standard place, with nice decor and paintings — there was nothing straight about Wade (that's incredibly accurate but also, hurtful, are you accusing all queers of being the same? How offensively stereotypical and blatantly homophobic) and it showed in his decor — and she didn't see much of Logan, but she figured he didn't really keep personal affects anyway.

She didn't even really know where he was from. Didn't Wade mention once another timeline or reality or universe?

How come she knew more about Wade than Logan? Was that a bad thing? Did she have a favorite? She didn't think she did, she certainly liked Logan longer—

"You wanna drink?"

"Huh?" Ketti looked up at him, blinking. He watched her in amusement, grabbing a beer — it was only eleven am, he was such an alcoholic — and she shook her head.

"Kitten," Logan cleared his throat, using his hand to pull the cap off — god, his arms were so fucking fine (so fucking fine) — and he tilted his head a bit. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Ketti replied, her voice a pitch higher than usual.

Logan gave her a disbelieving look and she let out half-groan.

"Wade and I are kind of together now and it's weird because I wanna be with you too and he's already with you but neither of us are sure how you'll feel about it (correction: Ketti's not sure) and I'm scared that I'll lose you because I know you and I were kinda doing a thing, but me and Frank — we're — we're over, right? And me and Wade just kinda happened which is weird because I didn't think—"

As she rambled, Logan placed his drink down and closed the distance between them, cupping her face with both hands. She fell quiet, looking up at him with wide eyes.

"You talk too much."

"Sorry."

"I didn't say it wasn't cute, kitten."

"Oh."

Logan looked over her face, thumbs gently stroking her cheeks. "What've you and Wade done so far?"

"Just kisses and-and that's it. We're taking it slow because neither of us were sure if—"

Logan pulled her face up to his, meeting her halfway, cutting her words off with a kiss.

(I'm sensing a pattern.)

Holy fuck he was such a fucking good fucking kisser. He was slow and passionate, yet every movement had something primal behind it. His fingers moved to her hair, pulling her to him, his mouth guiding her in the depth of the kiss, and she followed his lead tenderly.

"That's it," he breathed against her lips, "good girls are quiet when I tell 'em."

A soft moan left Ketti's mouth and he chuckled, pulling back.

"You feel better now?"

"Uh huh," Ketti nodded, staring dazedly up at him.

"I ain't mad, bub," he ran a hand through her hair softly. "You and I have Wade and he's got us. I ain't mad."

"I just thought..."

"Quit thinking," he told her gently, grabbing her chin between his fingers. "Or I'm'a have to make you."

"Oh my god," Ketti breathed out.

(Oh my god is right. Daddy's home and he's never leaving, kids.)

"Ketti?" Logan asked softly, gently brushing his thumb over her lips. Ketti looked at him with wide eyes. "You want me to kiss you again?"

Ketti nodded and Logan smirked.

"You want me to do more than kiss you?"

Ketti nodded and Logan chuckled.

"As you wish, kitten," he nodded and pulled her back to him by her chin, placing a kiss to her nose, then her forehead, breathing her in for a moment, before his lips captured hers again and time stopped.

Ketti's hands settled on his arms (god his arms could crush a rock between his elbow and forearm — I've seen it happen) her mind blanking as he deepened the kiss tongue grazing hers.

The tenderness that was in their first kiss was lost upon them now, as he grew more and more passionate.

Logan reached down and picked her up — yes, picked her the fuck up (if I check Niagara Falls, it's empty because all the fucking water is coming from between the legs of every woman reading this) — and hitched her legs around his waist, her arms hooking around his neck. He carried her, lips on hers, not breaking the fucking kiss, to a bedroom, tossing her back against the bed.

Ketti looked up at him, open-mouthed, panting slightly from the kiss, flat against the bed.

"I wanted you here since I fucking met you, little girl," he told her, reaching his hands down and tugged at the bottom of her shirt. "You like this one?"

"I mean, it's, it's fine."

It was her best shirt. Her nicest shirt. But she couldn't properly think about how much she liked it because Logan was looking at her like she was the only woman he'd ever seen.

"That ain't a yes," he nodded and tore the shirt from her, tossing the scraps aside.

Ketti gasped at the action, eyes darkening and warmth pooling. She shouldn't have found him destroying her clothing so hot but he was. Everything he did was fucking sexy.

He moved his hands to her waistline, skimming across the top of her jeans. A shiver ran across her body in anticipation as he purposely avoided pleasing her.

Logan didn't say anything, just watched her movements, a dark, hungry look in his gaze.

(I would even say feral. When Logan is really turned on, he taps into this weird animalistic instinct and just fucking rails you, so there's a wet dream for you.)

He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to her chest, over the edges of her bra, her neck, moving down to her naval. His tongue followed his lips, and she let out a soft moan at the movements.

"That's it," he growled out, looking up at her from her waistline. "You think other men can leave fucking marks on you?" He shook his head. "Fuck no."

Ketti let out a shaky breath and he placed his mouth just above the edge of her jeans, sucking softly. Ketti whimpered as the pleasure built inside her.

Every touch of Logan's set her on fire, her body aching and begging for more. He didn't comply, didn't even seem to listen to her moans. Just did what he wanted.

It only made her crave him more.

"Please, Lo," she begged softly.

Logan scoffed against her chest, leaving marks wherever his lips found pleasure. "Right here," he stopped at her neck, nipping it. "This is where fucking Johnny Blaze left you a fucking hickey," he bit harder, "I don't fucking like that. I'm gonna leave one every fucking day until you remember who you fucking belong to."

"Oh god," Ketti breathed out.

"That doesn't sound like you understand," he wrapped his lips around the soft skin and sucked gently, tongue darting out.

Ketti let out a soft moan, her body tingling with every sensation she never thought possible. He pulled back and looked down at her.

"You want me to take you?"

Ketti nodded.

"Words, kitten," he raised an eyebrow. "Use your fucking words."

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir."

Logan grinned, leaning down and kissing her softly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth and letting it slip back out.

"Good girl."

Ketti keened at the praise and he pulled back, tugging his shirt off. Ketti went to unbutton her pants but his hand found hers.

"Did I say you could do that?"

Ketti shook her head. "No, I just, I thought—"

"—fuck did I tell you about thinking?"

"Sorry."

Logan grunted in response and stood on the floor, unbuttoning his own pants first, letting them fall.

Ketti whimpered at the sight of him before her, mouth watering at his incredibly toned chest, arms, thighs, fucking everything.

Logan reached his hands to her waist again, tucking his fingers beneath the denim and yanking her pants and undergarments down at once, tossing them aside.

"There ya go," he purred. "God," he breathed in deeply, nostrils flaring and eyes darkening. He kneeled down below her and pressed his nose against her core. Was he smelling her? Why was that so fucking hot?

Logan groaned out lowly between her legs and the vibration sent a surge of pleasure through her. She'd never been so turned on in her life by one person.

"So fucking wet," he nipped her clit and she jolted, whimpering at the touch. Her hands moved instinctually, but he just delved between her folds, hands pulling her thighs apart.

His tongue moved in a thrusting motion, tasting her very essence, and a wanton moan left her, head moving further into the sheets.

Logan's grip tightened on her thighs and she knew it would bruise. She liked that it would bruise. His movements grew more hurried, more animalistic and he lapped at her core hungrily, teeth grazing her clit.

Ketti moaned at his continued movements and quirking pace and let out a scream of surprise when fingers entered her.

He didn't give her time to adjust or enjoy, he just pumped his fingers in and out, at least three, it felt like — but with how large his hands were, it could have easily just been one or two — as he continued to taste her core.

"God, s-so...so close," she whimpered and he growled, quickening his movements.

His fingers hooked the inside and a scream left her as fluids gushed into his mouth.

"Fuck, kitten," he pulled back and looked up at her. "I didn't think you'd be a squirter."

"I've never done that before," she confessed with wide eyes, panting, thighs spasming slightly against his fingers.

Logan grinned, pressing a kiss to her thigh. "I'm gonna make you do it every fucking time," he promised, "you taste so fucking good. Been smelling you every fucking day. Know how many times I've thought about fucking you?"

"A lot?" Ketti guessed weakly.

Logan chuckled. "Every fucking time I see you," he told her, moving up her body, kissing her naval, hip, stomach, stopping at her bra and reaching his hand back, unclipping it, then throwing it off the bed. "You drive me fucking crazy, kitten," he told her, face hovering hers.

His body swarmed her, his presence swallowed her own, and she met his eyes with her own.

"Are you ready for this, kid?" He asked her quietly and Ketti nodded, biting her lip.

He leaned down, pulling her lip from her teeth and guiding his tongue into her mouth. A soft moan left Ketti's mouth at the taste of herself, her own release and he guided himself towards her entrance, spreading her legs further.

"Please," she begged against his lips, "please I need you."

"I know, sweetheart," he breathed out, nibbling her lip. "I'm gonna take you," he ran his hand through her hair gently, "gonna make you forget anyone who's ever fucking touched you."

Logan entered her slowly, and as her eyes rolled back, she understood why. He was so big. (So big.) Bigger than anyone she'd ever had. Ketti couldn't tell where he ended and she began. He groaned softly and rocked his hips against her.

"Oh my goddddd," she moaned out, tears filling her eyes as too many sensations overwhelmed her. After far too long, he bottomed out, hands digging into her hips.

"Fuck, fuck, baby," he grunted, looking down at her as he pulled her waist down, forcing himself deeper. She whined at the action, hands curling around the sheets. "You feel so fucking good."

Ketti gasped out and his grip tightened, using her body and his hips to move in and out of her. Moans became screams as he moved quickly. Too quickly. She'd never — fuck, it was like using a toy on herself, impossibly fast, impossibly hard, just —

"Fuck," he grunted, hand moving from her hip to her throat, choking her gently. Ketti tried to meet his movements, but her body was putty against him, his left hand lifting her to meet his angles, his right tight around her throat. "You're so fucking tight, baby."

Ketti's breath was uneven, the noises leaving her mouth were almost guttural, and his finger moved into her mouth, letting her suck it.

"Fuck, that's right," he grunted. "Fucking covered in my fucking marks, taking me so fucking well."

Tears streamed down Ketti's eyes as she hit her first release, tongue swirling around his finger, his grip tightening around her throat.

"There it is," he grunted. "Fucking coming like that, feel so fucking good around my cock, baby."

Ketti's eyes rolled back as she neared a third orgasm, sobbing softly under him, her whole body trembling, on fire, consumed by him. He didn't stop his hurried pace, he didn't loosen his grip around her throat, and he didn't fucking stop when she hit the release, the wave crashing into her, tightening her stomach and flooding her completely.

"Fuuuuuuck," he groaned out, eyes dark and a feral look on his face. His finger pressed against her clit and she whimpered. "Next time you ask," he ordered. "First was free, second was fucking sneaky, you ask before you come again, baby."

"Ohhhh goooddd, Logan," she cried out, choking on her pleased sobs. "Please please please..."

"Nah," he chuckled, rubbing circles on her clit, his thrusts quick and steady. "You ain't coming again, not so fucking quick. I ain't even close."

He wasn't even close? How long could he go? Ketti couldn't even form words in her pleasured haze, trying to push off her release. She tried to meet his thrusts, or focus on his finger in her mouth, but she couldn't focus on anything but the sheer, unaltered pleasure in her mind.

"Please," she begged, on the cusp of her third release. "Please daddy please."

A surprised groan left him and he spasmed against her. "Fuck, baby," he looked down at her hungrily. "Say it again."

Ketti couldn't believe what was coming from her mouth. The entire ordeal, the demeaning, almost insulting name. She'd never liked it before, found it a complete turn-off. Cringe-worthy.

But Logan?

Fuck, it just fit somehow.

(Because there's only one daddy and it's Logan Howlett.)

"Dadddyyy," she begged again, teetering on the edge of release, "please daddy, please can I come?"

Logan's grip tightened around her throat and her breath caught. She wanted him to bruise her. She wanted to be covered in him, covered in his very being.

"Yeah, sweet girl," he grunted, "you come for me. Come right now."

Ketti moaned out the nickname again, coming around him, a choked moan escaping her and he finished quickly after, bucking his hips inside.

Warmth settled deep in her stomach, and between her legs as he came, and his grip on her throat loosened. Worry filled his gaze as he pulled back.

"Ketti, I think I left a mark," he said quietly, fingers grazing over what was probably a handprint around her neck. "Shit, I'm sorry. I'm used to Wade and he doesn't bruise and—"

"—I liked it," Ketti cut him off sheepishly, panting from the multiple orgasms. "I...I wanna — I like being bruised by you."

"I'd never hurt you," Logan said firmly, meeting her eyes, the worry still there as he softened inside her. "You gotta know that. Never, for a fucking second."

"I know," Ketti smile softly. "We can talk about it. Make a safe word. I trust you."

Logan nodded, leaning down and pressing a kiss to her head. "Ain't never had someone like you, Ketti Kipps," he said reverently, "Wade and I are gonna fucking ruin you."

Ketti blushed at his words, smiling as her hands covered her face.

"No, no," he pulled her hands from her face, grinning down at her. "I wanna see what I do to you, little girl."

The nickname made her blush deepen. "About calling you, um, daddy, that's not a — I've never—"

"—We ain't gotta talk about it," he shook his head. "You call me whatever the fuck you wanna call me when I'm fucking you, okay?"

Ketti nodded. "Okay."

"Good girl," he kissed her head again, his hand still wrapped around her wrists, placing them over her head. "I'm gonna fuck you again."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, baby," he nodded. "Full of my fucking cum, I'm gonna make you come at least another dozen times."

"A dozen?"

"Problem?"

"No, daddy."

"Good girl."

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ummm??? smut??? hopefully it's okay???????? bye why did i write a smut-filled book when my smut is garbage. Only two chapters and we meet buckyyyyyyy