𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑳𝑼𝑺𝑻 || Deadpool X Reader 🔞18+

Chapter 5

After delivering the package to Aunt Beau, you returned to the comfort of your home. As you called out for Wade in every corner, your eyes failed to catch a glimpse of him.

Tired, you settled yourself onto a plush seat,  switching the television on, and binge watching a cool movie.

It was an uncanny sensation that the notion of being followed by the black vehicle persisted in your mind.

No. After you went to Beu's house, the car was out of sight. Some weirdo.

“Hello princess, hope you didn't start the movie without me," you heard the familar voice say, before he hopped next to you.

His costume and mask were still on and he looked at you for a long minute, before his gaze went to the tv. 

In silence, you both watched the movie- laughing at some parts, and then going silent at the others.

Where did you go?” he asked as he opened a packet of chips, ripped off his mask, and started munching.

“At a bakery. I went to pick up something.”

He glanced at you and nodded before his eyes returned to the TV. "So you live alone? Where's the boyfriend?”

You smiled and looked at him. "Yes, actually, I live alone. The last boy I dated was a completely useless man, so I promised myself that I would never settle for anything less."

He's grinning. “Mm. You give an ugly boy a chance and he thinks he can have any pretty girl, huh.”

You emit a refined and charming laughter while nodding in agreement.

Indubitably, that is accurate.

Echoed moans filled the room, causing both of you to focus your attention back on the TV.  A man was passionately engaging in intercourse with a woman, who leaned against the wall for support while he thrusted into her in a dimly lit alley. Her moans of pleasure echoed throughout the space as he continued to move rhythmically, with his belt swaying to the rhythm of their passion.

A comforting sensation filled your lower body, causing your breathing to hitch. You instinctively crossed your legs and swiftly reached for the remote, deftly switching the channel.

“Why'd you put it off?”

You looked over at Wade who seemed to be closer than before, his face unreadable.

"Are you feeling hot?” he asked and you lowered your gaze and shook your head.

“Of course not. I'm fine,” you answered while getting up, but your hand was grabbed and you were pushed back onto the sofa.

You looked up at him, and made the mistake of looking at the growing bulge that was pressing against his suit.

“Do you like what you see? he teased, and embarrassment washed over you.

He drew nearer, his presence so intimate that he seemed to suspend above you, while you reclined beneath him on the plush couch.

“W-wade, what are you doing?” you stammered, and now your veins were seething with energy.

He positioned himself gracefully between your parted legs and gently lowered his hips, caressing his arousal between your thighs with a sensual grind.

Unconsciously, your hips rose upward, endeavoring to draw nearer.

“I know you have a big crush on me.”

Your eyes widened. “You do? How?”

He smiled and lowered himself. "I have a sixth sense, love."

Your breath became shallow. “I really do want to do weird shit with you, Wade. I fantasize about kissing you and—”

Your sentence was abruptly interrupted by the passionate touch of his lips upon yours. In that moment, a pleasurable moan escaped your lips as you surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, embracing him fervently while delicately caressing his neck.

With a graceful gesture, he gently ended the kiss and offered a charming smile. Locking your legs around his waist. You grabbed him and kissed him again.

He took it as a sign and started to grind into you, but it wasn't enough. Ripping off your shirt, you unhooked your bra, dropping it down and he looked mesmerized, before his lips concealed around your flesh.

Moaning, you arched your back, and he nibbled on the skin. Pulling your nipple in his mouth, he let go, grunting and waking up quickly, trying to remove his suit.

You took this moment to take everything in.

He dropped everything to the floor and you saw his hardened desire, thick and long.

Your mouth fell.

“Don't look for too long. I don't want you to get bored of me already,” he whispered and settled in between your legs.

You felt him dragging his finger in between your folds, feeling your wetness before pushing a finger in you, earning a pleasurable moan.

Bringing his finger out, he licked your discharge, before gripping his dick in his hands, slowly stroking it, getting ready to push it inside of you.

Opening your legs wider, he positioned his tip on your opening before slowly gliding it up and down your folds.