Spideypool: Wade you're a douchebag

I'm not stealing your clothes

          Peter's Pov
     
      This was weird. I just did my laundry, yet about half of my shirts were missing as well as most of my pants. "Dad" I yelled downstairs "Have you seen my clothes?". There was no answer, which meant they weren't here. I was stuck here at home, on a Saturday, with nothing to wear except some paint splattered sweatpants and a couple of T-shirts. I threw on the sweatpants and a tank-top, and made my way downstairs to get something to eat. I was greeted by the bright red spandex suit of my boyfriend, more specifically the back of it. This was because Wade was holding quite a few of my shirts and pants and making his way to the window. "Drop em or your ass is grass". He froze and turned towards me slowly.
       "Mornin' Pete. You wanted see me this bad, you look like you just woke up." he said semi seductively, as he dropped one of my shirts. "You look sexy today, are you trying to seduce me?"
    "Wade give me my clothes, I have almost nothing to wear". He looked at me and quirked his eyebrows, and I knew he was debating with his little boxes. He looked so cute when he did that, and the way his muscles rippled slightly drew my eyed downward, towards his..."NO PETER. You are angry not horny. Angry now....horny maybe later". Wade yanked me out of my thoughts; he was in a heated argument with his boxes.
       "I know he would run out of clothes. The longer he has to stay naked, the more I.Can.Fuck.Him.Duh". He said.
     Embarrassment immediately burned across my face as I backed away from Wade. He noticed and dropped the clothes, raising an eyebrow at me and chuckling.
     "Where ya goin Pete? You know you can't escape me...you should just be a good boy. So lose those clothes. I know you aren't wearing underwear 'cause I already took em all" he said stalking towards me. The first to go was his belt, then the katanas, then his pants. Just like he dropped article after article of clothing, my gaze dropped as well. Down to the sizable bulge visible in his boxers....fuck he was big. My eyes wandered all over his body, he was muscular everywhere. His legs were toned and his thighs were thick and powerful, I knew from experience. He had washboard abs and large pecs. His arms were muscular, perfect for snuggling and...other things. Even with scars covering his body he was still sexy, every time he moved those muscles rippled and it made my knees weak and a tightness grow in my sweatpants . What got me the most was his face though. He had a sharp jaw line, and his eyes seemed to burn straight through me. I didn't realize I was trapped until my back hit the wall and his body was pressed against mine. I could feel every inch of his....body against mine, and I was trapped between his arms and the wall, so there was no escape. Even still I couldn't help but admire him. He was gorgeous, the scars all covering his body reminded me of his torturous past and how strong he was. I looked up at his eyes and saw that he had closed the distance between us so that his forehead rested against mine. I turned my face away from his in a feeble attempt at defiance. "No Wade, I'm mad at you. Give me my clothes back. You always do childish stuff like this and I'm tired of it. Give me my clothes back and leave me alone". I felt pretty confident in myself for about half a second. Then I realized exactly who I was talking to. Well fuck.

 Wade's Pov

       I was shocked for a second. Peter generally would be all over me at this point, but here he was, fully clothed and I hand't even gotten a kiss yet. [ You finally screwed up. He hates you now. I told you not to do this and you did. Look what happened.], white box said. (Nah nah nah it's just some foreplay thingy. Look he's still hard and he knows it, we're still hard, everybody's hard. He's just messing around), yellow box responded. I was liking yellow's reasoning better. Peter was hard, so I guess he still did want it. I grinned, Pete was being cute. I'd get him back for this and reward him all the same. I'm Wade motherfuckin' Wilson, and I get what I want. I went in to attack his neck and kissed and bit him with no remorse. He tried to push me away while releasing breathless moans. I smiled against his skin and kissed across his jawline. He might've been pissed earlier, but all he could do now was squeeze his eyes shut, trying not to lose his composure. I didn't like that so I ran one of my hands beneath the offensive cloth he called a shirt, and dipped the other one into his pants. No matter how much we did the old bedroom rodeo, I never got tired of peter's body. His skin was smooth and his body was toned. He wasn't quite as built as me but he was muscular. His abs and pecs were smaller than mine, but I loved that. His legs were toned and he had a perfect bubble butt from the squatting position he took when he landed. I squeezed his ass, eliciting a gasp from him. I took the opportunity to pull him into a rough and sloppy kiss. In most aspects of our sex life I dominated Peter, but he had me beat in kissing. I knew I was done for as soon as his tongue moved. I tried to stay in control but he was already there. He sucked on my tongue and lips, sending a weakness straight to my knees. I steadied myself against the wall with my arm, and let Peter take control. He had already laced his arms around my neck, pulling me deeper into the kiss. He pulled back, letting me breathe for a moment before he assaulted my neck. He kissed everyone one of the scars and sucked hard on my collar bone. I couldn't help but moan, Pete had a skilled tongue and he knew how to use it. His kiss left me in a daze, so he took the opportunity to lead me to the couch. He climbed on top of me and kissed me again, this one more passionate and detailed than the one before it.

Peter's Pov

        Wade had drawn me in and I couldn't stop myself. I found myself locked in a passionate kiss with him. His large hands were on my hips grinding them against himself. I leaned back to straddle him, and looked into his blue eyes. They were burning with lust. It gave me a strange sense of pride to know that it was because of me. Only I could do this to him. Only I could make the mighty Deadpool become this panting mess. I pulled my shirt over my head, only to have a moan forced from my mouth. Wade had leaned up and taken one of my nipples into his mouth. His tongue was kinda rough, and it felt so good. He took advantage of my open mouth and stuck three of his fingers in. I could barely keep my mouth closed because of all the moaning I was doing. Once he felt that I had properly coated his digits, he pulled them away from me mouth and dipped his hand into my pants. Now Wade was never gentle with me, so it didn't surprise me when he pushed all three fingers into me. He moved slowly but the pain was still there. I buried my head in his neck and did my best to endure the pain until the feeling I craved struck me. Wade snickered at me and curled his fingers, sending white hot bolts of pleasure through my body. I arched my back and moaned loudly, I didn't care who heard. It felt too good when Wade hit that spot. He continued to hit my prostate while he made a scissoring motion with those long fingers of his. I couldn't think straight at this point, I just knew I needed him inside me. I don't know if it was the whimpers I made or just how much he knew me, but he pulled out his fingers and pulled out his dick. I couldn't help but stare at it, cause hot damn he was big. He was 9 inches and thick; I didn't know how he always got that monster in me, but I needed him to. I moved to sit on his dick, but he changed positions so that I was on my back with my legs in the air and my sweatpants bunched up around one of my ankles. This position was extremely embarrassing but Wade loved it, something about having power over me. I covered my face with my arms to hide my embarrassment. 

Narrator's Pov

      Wade grabbed both of Peter's wrists in one of his hands and pressed his dick against Peter's entrance, eliciting a sharp gasp from the latter. Wade pressed into Peter slowly, savoring the increasing tightness around his dick, while Peter whimpered beneath him. Peter, in his impatience, wrapped his legs around Wade, forcing him to sheath himself fully inside of Peter's asshole. Wade grinned down at Peter, thrusting his hips at a painfully slow pace. Peter moaned softly, pleading for Wade to fuck him harder with his eyes. Wade got the message and pistoned his hips in and out of Peter, practically fucking him into the couch. Any moans Peter made were swallowed up by Wade in a frenzied kiss. Wade completely dominated every aspect of Peter in this moment. He controlled the sounds he made, the movements he took, and the pleasure he felt. Peter didn't believe that the pleasure could get any better than this, until his vision went white and Wade pumped his insides with his essence. Wade collapsed on top of Peter, and as the latter was about to follow suit, he realized something. Wade never gave him his clothes.
      "God dammit Wade...".

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A/N 

     So yeah that was a thing sorry if it was short. I was kinda in a rush. Um if anyone liked it then I guess you can request more but yeah. Hope you enjoyed. Also if anyone who has read my other stories is here, I'm sorry for the lack of updates I'll get on it soon. I have been trying to get some stuff in order but I'm only writing non-stop until 1/8/18