Spideypool fanfic

I Want You

A normal boring day, or so I think, patrolling the rooftops and looking over the buildings... The lights glimmering in the distance. I smile a little and hear something come form the alley bellow me. Jumping down, I don't hesitate, my spidey senses aren't going off, so I guess I have nothing to worry about... Yet.
All of a sudden I'm shoved against a wall, my face pressing against the brick through my thin sheet of a mask, a groan escapes me as the big body presses its weight against my smaller one.
"What the..."
The figure goes right by my ear, I feel their breath tickling my neck. My body responds by shivering, heat rising to my cheeks.
"What's a little spider like you doing out here, alone in a dark alley? Not safe." I can hear the smirk on what I now know as a husky male voice.
I struggle but groan again when he forces more of his weight on me to keep me still.
"Ugh let me go!"
"Oh Spideys got some attitude! Don't know if I like it..." He releases me and I immediately whirl around on him, seeing his masked face.
"Deadpool?" I groan again but not from any physical pain.
He chuckles a little.
"That happy ta see me eh Spidey?"
I narrow my eyes.
"I've heard about you."
"Yeah? And what do they say? How my scarred lips happen to be AMAZING kissers!" He makes kissing noises and purses his lips out beneath his mask.
Rolling my eyes it takes everything for me not to laugh.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to get a grip on myself, what's wrong with me?
His smirk is clear, I gulp as I realize he senses my uneasiness.
"What's the matter Spidey? Trying to figure out why I'm immune to yer Spidey senses and turning you on?"
"You are not turning me on!" I deny but do wonder about the fact of why my Spider senses didn't go off.
His non stop laughter, as usual, still continues.
"What do you want?" I ask, annoyed.
"Spidey got more attitude? Hmmm..." Why does he never give a proper response?
"Real mature." My arms cross snug against my chest. "You still didn't answer my question."
He comes a little closer, making me stiffen and get ready to move.
Chuckling a little at my reaction, he finally answers for once, "What do I want?" I hear the smirk in his tone, "I want you..."