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“Happy Father’s Day darlin’.”
Wade was sitting on the couch playing with their self-proclaimed daughter, Mary Puppins, the greasy little dog they had both grown to love. Wade constantly referred to her as their child, that he himself ‘obviously’ birthed- even going so far as to photoshop a picture of the dog onto a stock image ultrasound and hang it up on the fridge.
At Logan’s words, he froze, heat immediately flaring in his gut. He turned and looked to his partner who had his back turned, starting a pot of coffee for them.
Something inside of Wade was attempting to claw its way up and out of his mouth, something dirty and possessive. He forced it back down. This was unfamiliar territory, and he had to play the game right.
“What did you say, peanut?” It came out a little raspier than Wade intended.
Logan chuckled as he poured the coffee into two mugs, black for himself and with cream and too much sugar for Wade.
“I just said Happy Father’s Day. You’re a dad, aren’t you bub? You say it all the time.”
The heat in his gut churned, rushing down south quickly, “I guess I do.”
Wade hopped up from the couch and made his way into the kitchen, coming up behind Logan and pressing into him fully, pinning him against the counter top. His arms bracketed Logan in on either side, one of them beginning to trail its way up Logan’s stomach.
In the months that they had been living together, Logan had definitely gained a healthy amount of weight. A soft layer of fat covering up his abs and his thighs had become a little larger, which was more than fine with Wade. No more looking dehydrated and malnourished for his Wolvie, no no.
However, now, with the idea of being a father planted in his head, his partner’s soft belly was uncovering something primal in Wade’s brain. Logan melted into the touch a little, leaning his head back onto Wade’s shoulder. His cheeks began to pinken, and he let out almost a surprised laugh.
Wade kissed down his neck, arms wrapping possessively around Logan’s middle and gripped his sides on the edge of too tight. He groaned softly as his partner pushed his ass back against his crotch, his hardening cock very much noticeable.
“What’s gotten into you bub? It’s a little early for this- haven’t even had some coffee yet.”
“Just the thought of you making me a daddy,” Wade continued to lick and suck at the other’s neck, pausing as Logan tensed up from his words.
He lifted his head and looked Logan in the eyes, and the expression he wore was clearly embarrassed, but very much into this new idea. His eyes were swallowed up by his expanded pupils, face flushed, jaw set tight. Perfect.
“So what do you say Peanut? I’m sure that if I pump you full enough times, it’ll have to take.”
Logan, honest to god, whined at that- a high noise caught in his throat. His hands that were planted on the countertop gripped Wade’s wrists where they ran up and down his body. That deep seated feeling of arousal bloomed in his chest, despite his hesitation. Something in his mind slipped, and he released Wade’s wrists.
“Please-“ he grit out, “Wade, please.” His whole body was hot, and he could feel himself dripping in the loose pajama pants he wore.
“Aww baby,” Wade cooed, leaning in close to Logan’s ear and whispering, “you’re already so worked up. Bet you wouldn’t even make it into the bed like this, so how about I take you right here-” he punctuated this by rolling his hips against his partner’s ass, and Logan shuddered, huffing out a quiet ‘fuck,’ “- in the kitchen?”
Logan nodded in confirmation, he didn’t trust himself to speak at this point, as he didn’t want to embarrass himself any further. He didn’t expect he could ever be so into something like being bred, filled up and pregnant with a baby- or, god forbid, a litter.
With that, he was pushed down over the counter top, a single hand placed firmly between his shoulder blades. Wade’s free hand tugged down his bottoms in one motion and he chuckled lowly when he saw just how wet Logan had become. He reached down and pushed two teasing fingers through Logan’s wet folds, circling lazily over this hard dick.
“Poor thing… You’re basically dripping down here, so needy. You just can’t wait to have my fucking babies in you, can you?”
Wade gets down onto his knees, biting and sucking on Logan’s sensitive thighs, leaving marks that fade just as quickly as they were made. The teasing continued as Wade made his way up the inside of the other’s thighs before licking one long trail from Logan’s dick to his ass, tasting him fully.
Logan gasped and his hands scrambled for purchase, one gripping the end of the counter and the other reaching for the hand that Wade still had on his hips. His hips instinctively pushed back against the stimulation, thighs quivering.
“Wade… stop fucking teasin-” he’s cut off by a strangled groan. Wade pushes two fingers deep into his cunt, stroking him from the inside, thumb rubbing almost too harshly against his sensitive dick.
“So impatient, so needy. I’m getting there, baby… Let me make you feel good like this first. You’re always so tight, I don’t want to hurt you, especially if you’re going to be carrying my babies.”
Logan pants harshly where his face is pressed into the cool countertop. His whole body feels flushed, so hot from knowing what was to come. He almost felt high. It was like a switched flipped in him. The moment that Wade said he wanted to get Logan pregnant, he began slipping deep into a headspace that made him dumb and needy. Logan felt so floaty that he was almost surprised to feel an insistent tongue at his ass, spit dripping down to mix with his own slick that slowly ran down Wade’s hand and wrist.
This went on for what felt like an eternity, pushing Logan closer and closer to the edge, before crescendoing into his first orgasm. His cunt clamped down onto Wade’s fingers, pulsing. It was overwhelming in the best way.
He barely heard Wade saying his name, head too foggy and mushy.
“-an… Logan, baby.”
He turned his head slightly, to be met with Wade in his face, giving him an almost concerned look. He must be crying.
He opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t get the words to form, and instead the most pathetic whimper came out.
A flash of recognition in Wade’s eyes told Logan that he understood what was happening, and his clean hand came to stroke through Logan’s hair. Wade smiled sweetly at him and pressed a soft kiss to his flushed shoulder.
“So good for me Logan. Such a good boy. Didn’t realize you got so dumb because of this, I bet you can’t even stand up on your own right now. Let me carry you to bed, okay? That way you can be comfortable while I wreck your pussy and give you my babies.”
His words were absolutely filthy, but they sounded so warm and tender to Logan. He nodded and unsteadily pushed himself up from the counter, just to be gathered up in Wade’s strong arms.
They made their way into the bedroom and Logan was placed gently onto the bed, where he began to scoot back and lay down. Wade stripped himself bare, and made his way to the edge of the bed. He smirked at Logan before grabbing him under the knees and pulling him back to the edge.
“C’mere baby, gonna need more leverage to fuck you properly.”
Logan already looked fucked out, and this was just the beginning. He reached up and pulled Wade into a messy kiss, hands grabbing his shoulders desperate to ground himself. He was going to float away otherwise. Wade pulls back just slightly enough to whisper, “are you ready baby? Gonna fill you up and get you pregnant.”
He gives his straining cock a few pumps before pressing against Logan’s cunt, slowly pushing into the tight heat. Once his hips were flush against Logan’s ass, he paused, stopping to drink in the sight of Logan beneath him.
His eyes were shut tight, mouth hung open just slightly to pant and gasp, flushed red all the way down to his chest. His knees pulled up and pushed out where Wade’s hands kept them. Closer inspection shows his eyelashes are still damp from barely concealed tears.
“You’re so beautiful baby- fuck-” Wade cuts himself off with a groan, feeling Logan clench around his cock, his fingers digging into his shoulders.
And poor Logan, all he can do is whine out Wade’s name.
“Wade-” high and needy, “please…”
So Wade gives him exactly what he needs, pulling out and slamming back in. Fast and rough, setting a brutalizing pace, creating lewd noises from where they were joined. His grip shifts from the tops of Logan’s knees to underneath his plush thighs, pressing them apart further. This continues and Logan is staring back up at Wade with heavy lidded eyes, tears falling down the sides of his face. He babbles mostly a combination of “fuck” and “please,” chanting Wade’s name like a prayer. He can feel the tension building, rapidly coming up on his second orgasm.
Wade can feel it too, the way that his cunt is pulsing and twitching around him. He’s close too, so he bends over Logan, one knee now resting on the bed, his other foot planted firmly on the floor.
“Yeah baby? You gonna make me a daddy? Gonna fill you up until you can’t hold any more- Fuck- Logan fuck-” his hips stutter as starts to cum, and that’s what sends Logan over the edge as well.
A gush of fluids comes from him and he’s crying out, gasping heavily. Neither of them notice the distinct ‘snikt’ of his claws ejecting dangerously close to Wade’s head, Logan too blissed out and Wade too surprised by the fact that he made Logan squirt for the first time.
It takes a few moments for Wade to snap back from his surprise, and he leans down again to pepper kisses up and down Logan’s sweaty chest and neck, letting him catch his breath, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into Logan’s thighs where he was still holding him.
“Holy shit Logan…” he mutters. “Such a good boy, you’re doing so good for me.”
Logan begins to emerge, slowly, from that fuzzy headspace once his breathing evens out. He groans lowly, releasing Wade’s shoulders from his grip and stretching them up and above his head. When he notices his claws, he makes a noise of surprise and puts them away. He looks up at Wade, eyes less hazy, and pushes himself up on his elbows to kiss him.
The kiss is much less messy than the one before, less hurried, and much sweeter, with Wade cradling the back of Logan’s neck to help support him. They could stay like this forever, but eventually Wade pulls away.
“What do you say about taking a nice hot shower, peanut? Get cleaned up and then get some breakfast and drink that coffee?”
He makes a move to pull out, to separate them, but Logan moves quickly and wraps his legs tightly around Wade’s hips, keeping him pressed fully inside.
Wade gives him a curious look, and Logan flashes a sharp grin.
“How about a few more rounds? Just to be sure that it takes?”