Pretty Pink Flowers : Poolverine x OC

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"I thought you said he'd be here." They returned to her house after she had removed the tranquilizing plants from Wade's limbs and had untied any remaining restraints. Many jokes about how he isn't opposed to some more bondage in the future were made.

She is so sexy when she pouts like that. Makes me want to see what else she could get bratty about.

"I should've prefaced; if we were taking too long and you had no alcohol up in here, he would sniff out the nearest bar and single-handedly demolish all of their stock. I recommend we find him sooner rather than later, the last time he got too wasted he almost got me pregnant."

She couldn't help but crack a tiny microscopic smile. Was he annoying? Yes. Was he constantly teasing her about the only thing that made her special? Yes. But he was also kind of fun to be around. She felt herself thawing a little, but just slightly.

"Are you going like that?" She gestured to his red and black spandex suit.

"I didn't have time to pack a suitcase full of sundresses, princess."

"And is Logan gonna be in Wolverine drag too?"

"God willing, he wears that suit."

She shifts her weight for a beat and storms off to her closet. Violently digging through her rows of hangers, she groans and grumbles something to herself.

"What are you looking for? Condoms? I always come prepared baby you don't have to worry about that."

"My suit. I'm not going to be the one who looks like an idiot in between two beefed up Disneyland characters."

Wade steps into her room to at least pretend to help. His fingers graze the top of her dresser, adorned with science fair medals and pictures of her childhood. A framed photo of her dressed up as a lemon tree makes his chest feel tight, the warm and fuzzies are making themselves known. Trying to distract himself from that feeling, he opens up the top drawer to find a whole treasure trove of loot. First, he spies a baggie (made of biodegradable material of course) filled with the greenest, stickiest looking weed he's ever seen. Then, a little baby pink vibrator tucked away in the back corner catches his eye. He gets hard at the mental image of her using it on herself on the bed he's just a foot away from. Finally, filling the remainder of the drawer was an ungodly amount of lingerie. Enough to make Wade wonder what she does for her day job. Enough to make his already painful erection throb. He pockets the baggie and her little sex toy.

Don't worry, these come back later. And it's gooooooood.

Wade considers sparing her from any more teasing and pretending like he didn't see any of the naughty things she was hiding, but fuck he can't help himself. He picks up a lacy red and black balconette bra and puts up it up to his chest.

"Maybe I'm biased, but I am particularly interested in this little number. Can't help but notice you don't have a blue and yellow set in there. "

She turns to see him and despite trying her best at looking coy her cheeks flush a deep scarlet. She hopes he doesn't notice.

I did. It was precious.

"What? Are avengers supposed to be celibate? I'm not sure that's going to work for me." All of a sudden she feels emboldened to play his little game. She looks up at him with big Bambi eyes, feigning innocence in the nastiest way. Wade closes the gap between them, throwing her lingerie into her open drawer. He's standing so close to her she can feel him breathing through his mask.

"Baby, you know if that were the case, they'd never even consider letting me join." Once again being betrayed by the blood rushing to her cheeks, Wade decides he likes making her squirm like this.
"You love it when I call you that, don't you?"

"Excuse me?" Her response quieter than she wanted it to be. He steps even closer, and as she instinctively takes a step back she is pressed between him and the wall.

"It's a yes or no question. Do you like it when I call you that?" He places his hand under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "I can call you all kinds of things, if I know you like hearing it."

"I don't ... hate it." It was the best she could do. She's fucking putty in his hands despite all of her best efforts.

"Okay!" Wade ends the moment by skipping gleefully out of her room, humming a Cher song.

After a few more moments dedicated to scouring her plant covered bedroom for her suit she finds it, no joke, inside of a pot that's ficus-less at the moment. She looks herself over in the mirror, now a little more conscious of how her suit hugs her curves and accentuates certain features that she thinks might get Deadpool a little worked up. It gives her a foreign sensation behind her bellybutton. She steps out of her bedroom to find him sitting legs spread wide apart on her green velvet couch.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he groans and rolls his head back. "It is latex."