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“Where are you, snookums?” Deadpool said as he slipped into Spider-Man’s humble, to put it nicer than utter shit, apartment. Deadpool had missed their weekly team ups to keep the streets clean, where really Deadpool just took the time to see Spider-Man’s great butt swinging high in the sky as he kicked some villains ass, and to make up with some good Spidey loving. There was no sign of Spidey anywhere, so Deadpool took that as an invitation to snoop a little.
We shouldn’t break into someone else’s house without any warning. He may get mad, which would ruin our great plans to woo that beautiful man.
Shut your melodic voice, I think I hear something.
We’re in Wade’s head, no one can hear us. Well, besides the readers. Hello there.
Deadpool ignored the voices as he heard sounds coming from the bathroom. It was the only room with lights on, so there was a good guess that Spidey was in there. He heard humming, probably some indie band that Spidey listened to; those stupid artsy photographer kids with the bands ‘that you probably haven’t heard before’.
“And I can tell just what you want. You don't want to be alone. You don't want to be alone.”
The kids not actually a bad singer. Who would have guessed?
What do you think he would sound like screaming. Not in the way we usually think of, but like how funny would it be to scare him? Hahaha!
That’s probably not the best i-Wade! Do you really want to do th-why do I even ask anymore?
Just as Spidey took a long breath to start belting, Deadpool threw open the bathroom door. The sight in front of him was not what he was expecting, although not a bad one. Spidey was totally naked in the shower, curtains open, using his shampoo as a microphone. He froze when he saw Wade, but broke out of it quickly to use both hands to cover his face, used to Wade trying to figure out his secret identity. This left Wade to stare at Spidey’s pretty impressively sized crotch.
Who would have thought a twink like that was packing?
Well, twink is relative. Andrew Garfield is a total twink, but Tom Holland is a little too wide around the shoulders for my taste. So who do you think we should go with?
Let’s go with Andrew because he’s got a nice sheath for my katana, if you know what I mean. And Tom Holland looks like he’s seven. Although I’m all for a good DDLG, we’re no cradle snatcher.
“What the hell are you doing here Wade?” As Deadpool was lost in the debate, Spidey had quickly rectified his mistake and took both hands down to cover his junk.
“Well, I missed our hangout time, so I wanted to get a little extra Spidey loving. Didn’t mean to get this much.” With that, he respectfully ducked out of the bathroom to let Spidey finish up his shower. He won’t admit that he did a little rearranging of himself.
Spidey came out, this time in a baggy hoodie with some nerdy joke and loose gray sweatpants. His arms were crossed, obviously annoyed, “What the hell is wrong with you, Wade? You don’t just barge in when a guy is showering.”
Deadpool puts his hands up defensively, “Sorry! I didn’t realise that you were doing in there. Scout’s honor.”
“You’re not a scout.”
“And you’re not as small as I thought you were, so I guess we’re both going to have to live with a few little anomalies in our life.”
Spidey looked a little pissed of and looked away with a huff, “Do you seriously think about my dick size a lot?”
“All the time baby boy.”
Spidey looked at Wade for a second, almost as if he was debating something. His features hardened as he took a step forward, “Why don’t you do something about it then?”
“I’m going to need you to say that again. Because this is totally out of character and the writer has no right to spring this on me out of nowhere.”
“I’m not saying it again.”
Wade let out a deep sigh. He wanted to go further, definitely wanted to fuck that nice ass, but that would involve at least a little skin on skin contact. The most Spidey has ever seen of his fucked up mug was the parts that were shown if his suit ever got torn. Those are usually glossed over though because you couldn’t see much skin from a bullet hole.
He couldn’t take Spidey’s rejection. He talks a big game, but it’s hard to take a hot peice like Spidey showing interest and then instantly turning him down because of his looks. Well, if he’s in this far though, there’s no turning around.
There’s plenty of time to turn around. There’s like a whole other page of build up for you to fuck.
He lifts up his mask hesitantly, only to just below his nose, stepping forward and grabbing Spidey by the hips and pulling him forward, hips slamming together, “Please baby boy.”
Spidey let out a deep whine, “Fuck you Wade.”
“That’s the plan, sweetums.”
With that, Wade pulled Spidey into a deep kiss, gently at first but it fell into teeth and tongue with a slight tilt of the head. Spidey mumbled something under his breath, but Wade wasn’t able to hear it. Instead of asking for him to repeat it, as Spidey didn’t seem keen on repeating anything ever, Deadpool set out a mission to make him scream whatever he was trying to hold back.
As the kiss got intense, Deadpool pulled back for a second, but Spidey tried to chase his lips, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I asked for it, didn’t I?”
“Yeah but...you’ve never seen me before, like really seen me. It’s not a pretty sight, baby boy. It’s like Freddie Krucker got in a fight with a paper shredder and lost.”
Spidey ran a soft hand across the uneven skin on Deadpool’s jaw, “You’re pretty hot yourself and I like what I see so far. So enough with the self-loathing, I get enough of you hating on yourself during parols. You’re great, and I’m a full consenting adult, so chill it with the consent checks. I’ve said yes.”
He pulled Deadpool into a deep kiss, rolling his hips softly. Deadpool let out a moan, guess that was his okay to go. He ran his gloved hand through Spidey’s hair while the other went to pull his hips closer. The hand journeying through Spidey’s soft umber locks, (God I sound like a girl with a schoolyard crush. Who are you kidding, that’s exactly what you are) grabbed them softly and pulled to change the angle of the kiss.
“Hmm, Daddy.” Spidey softly whispered. His cheeks turned bright pink as all of his muscles froze.
A smile spread across Deadpool’s face, We can work with this , “Does my baby boy like it when Daddy pulls his hair?”
“You better not be teasing me right now Wade, or I swear I’ll-”
Deadpool pulled his hair again, forcing out a whine, “Who gave you the right to talk back to Daddy like that? I guess I’ll have to fuck the sass out of you, Spidey.”
Spider-Man tried to pull himself together, because at the moment he was just huffing into Deadpool’s mouth blissfully. He took a step back, to collect himself, “My bedroom’s this way, unless you just want to fuck on the living room floor.”
“I wouldn’t object to that. I’ll take what I can get if it’s for that fine Spider-Man ass.”
Spidey grabbed his hand to lead him into a different part of the apartment, the only other part that isn’t the living room or the bathroom. The kitchen was open, so it didn’t count.
The bedroom wasn’t much better than the rest of the apartment. It was filled to the brim with boxes of comic books and other nerdy things. It was hard to move around without tripping over a book or a pile of laundry. Spidey led him through to the bed though, never dropping his hand. Deadpool turned him around into a kiss and knocked him onto the bed lightly.
The sound of kissing and moaning filled the room as their hips ground together and Wade bit a line down Spidey’s throat, bringing out more moans, “Seems like my baby boy is a little sensitive.”
Deadpool pulled over Spidey’s loose sweatshirt, no shirt on underneath. Spidey arched up to try and kiss him again, trying to grind his hips up, but Deadpool held him down with one hand. The man beneath him started to try and wiggle out, moaning from him to keep going. A smile spread across Wade’s face, “Who would have thought the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man would be such a little slut moaning for it. Bet you would just love for me to shove my cock between those gorgeous lips, just to keep my cock warm. Have you suckle on it all day. You would love to just be a cock warmer for Daddy’s cock, wouldn’t you baby?”
“Please Daddy. Please just fuck me.” Spidey turned around reach into his side table to pull out some a lube and a condom. When he came back to settle down beneath Wade, he threw off his sweatpants, lying completely naked underneath the mercenary. Wade picked up the lube to start opening up his baby.
He used a copious amount, knowing how much not enough lube hurt, and gently circled his hole, “Do you want my finger in here baby? Want to feel full?”
“Stop teasing! Just finger me already! I want you fucking inside me like two years ago.”
“So cranky. Maybe me baby boy just needs something to suck on.” With that, Deadpool swung around so his hips were directly over Spidey’s face in a 69, “Would this work, baby boy? Just like a pacifier.”
“That was gross, Wade.” He gently undid Deadpool’s pants though, pulling out hard cock, worshipfully running his hand up and down it. It was bigger than his own, but he’s touched more dicks than people give him credit for, which has been like three. He gently suckled on the head, pulling a moan out of Deadpool.
“I want to see all of you Wade.” Spidey looked up with his big, chocolate, doe eyes as an internal war waged inside of Wade. Spidey hasn’t thrown up yet at as much skin as Deadpool has shown, but who knows what he’ll do when he sees all of it at once. There’s still room for Spidey to leave. If anything, he’d rather him leave than feeling forced to fuck Wade’s ugly ass.
He felt a soft hands slowly nudging up his shirt, cautious like he was approaching a wild animal, “I’ve already seen plenty of your body, and I promise I like what I see. You are hot. I know you won’t believe me, but you are a solid 10 on a scale to 5.”
He had finally gotten off Wade’s shirt and started taking of his pants and belt. Wade helped him, especially with this odd angle making it harder. They both got back into their 69 positions, now both fully naked and rocking some almost painful boners.
Get it, ROCK-ing. Tehe.
Wade slips the tip of his middle finger back inside of Spidey’s warm asshole, which was opening up quite well. He smoothly added the second finger in no time, letting out soft moans from time to time. Spidey was a natural cock sucker, we don’t deserve this kid .
A deep moan from Spidey pulled him out of his self-loathing thoughts. Spidey looked up at him with wide eyes, “Do that again,” Wade turned his finger and gently pushed, “R-right there, D-daddy! Thank you so much! A-ah! It feels s-so good!”
Spider-Man swallowed his deeper on his dick in that moment and Deadpool pushed extra hard on his prostate, lost in the amazing feeling. Spidey moaned deeply around his dick, sending vibrations, and pushing Wade closer to the edge, “God, Spider-Man, you are such a good cock sucker.”
“Peter.”
Deadpool stopped what he was doing to look at Spidey, “What?”
“My name is Peter. You don’t have to call me Spidey, because my name is Peter Parker.”
He just gave up his secret identity.
Who the fuck is Peter Parker?
“Well, Peter, I really want my dick in your ass because I’m going to come in a second with your glorious mouth and hand. I won’t object if that’s how you want this to go, but then the spreading is all for nothing, and that’s a waste of this brilliant ass.”
With that Wade got up off of Spide-Peter. This is going to take some getting used to. Maybe it will help you remember if you say it as you fuck his ass, because there’s no way you’re forgetting that.
Wade slipped on the condom and leaned in close to give Peter a sweet kiss. He gathered both of Peter’s hands and held them above his head as he slipped into him slowly. A deep moan left Peter’s lips as he bottomed out. Wade stayed still to wait for Peter to get used to the stretch. Peter whined loudly and tried to thrash away but Wade’s strong hands held him still, “Please daddy, please move. I need you so much!”
“Beg for it baby. I know you can do more than that. Show us where that college degree got your poetry.”
“Please daddy. I want you to use me. I’m nothing more than a two cent’s slut who is worth nothing more than their ass. I want you to fuck me like you paid for it. Use me like I’m good for nothing else, because I’m not. I’m only here for you to use me. Please daddy. I really need you to move!”
Wade couldn’t say no with an argument like that. He pulled out slowly, just to tease the boy beneath him, before slamming back in hard. He set a brutal pace, punching out deep groans from Peter. He bit deep marks into the flawless skin around Peter’s neck and jaw and knotted one hand deep into Peter’s hand to gently pull every once in awhile, while he used the other for support. Those would leave some dark hickeys, if only for a day or two. Deadpool loves the idea of Peter having to walk around the city with Deadpool’s mark.
Spidey groaned at a particularly hard thrust, “Please choke me, daddy.”
A smile spread across the mercs face. He must really trust him if he is willing to play with his life. Wade wouldn’t -couldn’t- let him down, “Well, aren’t you a kinky mother fucker,” He took a hand from in Peter’s hand and put it around his throat. He used the other to grab Peter’s hand from Wade’s waist and put it on Wade’s around Peter’s throat, “squeeze if you want me to lighten up and let go completely if you need me to stop. I’m not going to start until you tell me that you promise to follow this.”
Peter looked up with a new shine in his eyes, almost, dare he say, of the big L word, “I promise, daddy. I’ll be a good boy.”
With those boundaries set, Wade fucked into him with a new vigor, putting a gentle weight onto Peter, not wanting to start out too rough. Peter let out a raspy groan, asking for more, and who was Wade to say no to his baby boy.
Their sex was dirty and hard. Wade fucking into Peter hard and the room filled with the sound of raspy moans and skin slapping together. Wade was getting drunk off of the feeling. He leaned in close to kiss Peter’s cheek, “Cum for me baby boy. I know you’re close. I can tell from the way your ass flutters around my cock pounding into you. Don’t you want to be a good boy for Daddy? So, cum while he fucks into your ass and chokes you. Cum for me Peter.”
With that, a breathless whine left Peter as he came all over both him and Wade. Deadpool followed soon after, pushed over the edge by Peter’s tight ass and blissed out face. They lay there for a second before Peter kisses his cheek softly, “That was amazing, Wade.”
Peter sat up with that and put on his boxers. Wade sat up, disappointed but getting the idea, “Thanks for everything, baby boy. I’ll see you again, I hope. See you around.”
Before he could bolt out of the bedroom door, Peter grabbed his hand, looking a little hurt, “Was it that bad?”
Wade looked back, shocked, “What do you mean?”
Peter centered his peircing eyes on Wade, “Well if it was good you wouldn’t be bolting out of window right now, now would you?”
Deadpool turned to totally face Peter, “I thought you were kicking me out baby boy. You were getting up to get dressed, that’s usually when I’m asked to leave.”
A smile spread across Peter’s face. He’d destroy who ever kicked Wade out without so much as a proper word, but that was for another time. He kissed Wade’s nose softly, “I wasn’t kicking you out. I was going to make us something to eat, because I know how you’re always hungry.”
“That sounds nice.”