𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐖𝐀𝐃𝐄: 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅

82; Your Anything

⚠ WARNING: SMUT AHEAD

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When the two got back with ice cream in their hands, Peter was waiting for them. His arms were crossed, eyes having trouble staying open. His heart was filled with worry, what Harry did was completely inappropriate, but transphobic or not he deserved to live. His dads warned him that Wade was dangerous, but, Flash was a real threat. Harry is just confused.

As soon as Wade climbed in, relief rolled from his lips. His racing heart started to slip into it's normal pace. It was still pitch black outside, and MJ ran out of their room to leave them alone..

The merc crawled onto their bed, and pulled him into large arms. The small boys cold skin pressed against his own was a relief, a relief that he rarely felt with his condition. Peter pushed his head up to press a kiss against his jaw, shutting his eyes softly.

Wade smiled, and allowed his eyes to shut. He felt Peter pull away, and take something out of his hand. The mercenary couldn't complain because the spider's back pressed against his chest, and allowed him to cuddle close. When blue eyes finally slipped open, he realized Peter was licking away at HIS ice cream.

A large gasp left his scarred lips, causing Peter to move away with a giggle. Wade tried to snatch it from him, but the boys fucking spider senses kept him from taking any real action. The spider started giggling, tongue licking away at the choclatey heaven resting perfectly on a waffle cone. This couldn't be real..The betrayal.

" You monster!" Wade shook his head in disbelief, this was low, even for his short friend.

" You left me in the middle of the night to get Ice cream with my friend and didn't bring me back any!" Peter protested with a pout, brow cocking. " I deserve this?"

" You know what I deserve, that can be equally as tasty for both of us?" The merc hummed, crawling back to the small boy, laying him down on their bed. 

" W-Wade.." He gasped out, watching his every movement. Scarred lips traced down his bare chest, hands sliding slowly up his thighs. 

" Ah ah ah, baby boy.." The mercenary licked his lips before rough kisses moved down his skin, blue eyes sparkling with lust. " You know my name, say it."

" Daddy.." He breathed out in response, watching as the merc grabbed the cone from his hand. Slowly he lifted his hips, watching Wade off his boxers, exposing his flesh. " What do you have in mind?"

It was enough talk for wade, he dumped the ice cream on Pete's abdomen. Slowly, a scarred thumb slipped along wet folds, grazing his clit. The press against his sensitivity caused his hips to twitch with a whine. The ice cream on his skin was probably warmer then the arachnid, who couldn't regulate any heat.

" Tell me what you want.."

Wade's voice was husky, causing a shiver to roll along his body. He bit his lip, shaking his head like he wouldn't tell. His cheeks were a wine red, too embarassed to voice his desire. The merc leaned down, licking up his soft skin, nipping at him to force the words from his lips.

" I want your tongue to slip along every inch of me, and then I-I want you to do as you please with me. Use me, please, daddy. I want you to control me..To fuck me hard-" Peter was cut off by a soft moan escaping his pink lips, legs spreading softly at the touch. Wade rubbed him in soft circles, before a rough finger inched slowly into his entrance.

" Mmm, baby boy." He groaned, soft lips vibrating against his smooth skin with every word. The small boy was always so easy, so sensitive, and he loved to watch him squirm. The way thighs rumble against his sides was euphoric. 

Scarred fingers pumped inside of him softly. The denim was tightening around his increasingly hard cock. Wade craved contact, throbbing for the slightest friction. Peter was already a mess, soaking his fingers with every pump, soft moans leaving his pretty pink lips. 

As soon has he allowed his hand to tight walls, Pete went to touch himself. Wade crawled over his sub , pinning his arms above his head. One hand kept him down while the other tugged at thin joggers, softly snaking his member out from his boxers. Wade listened to the soft begging leaving the spider's lips, hips moving softly, searching for friction. 

The whisperes leaving the small boy were angelic, causing Wade to groan under his breath. Slowly, he guided Peter closer, tip finding his entrance. He teased the boy softly, rubbing against his core in soft circles.

" PLease, daddy, please! I need you deep inside of me.." He whined out, attempting to press down against the touch. Peter wanted to say he hated the teasing, but the way his squirms affected Wade..

Wade listened, sinking down with a groan. His pace was slow and steady until Peter got used to him. His hips snapped, fingers digging into his soft sides. The movement forced Pete's cheeks to go red, trying to silence soft moans. The large man sank down until he bottomed out, a groan leaving him.

" You're always so fucking perfect," Wade purred against his earlobe. 

Peter moaned quietly in response, his legs hooking around wide hips. The way his love ground his hips down forced an earthquake to rumble through his soft thighs. Thighs that scarred hands grabbed roughly, teeth grazing over his neck.

Wade's eyes slid along his body like he was taking in a work of art, hand smoothing over him. The the merc, Peter was as beautiful as Michelangelo's David. It was almost like Pete was a rennisaunce era painting, only in his imagination because something THIS beautiful couldn't be real.

The way his body burst into submission caused a smirk to spill over the dominant, his hand sliding up soft skin before harshly grasping his throat. His pace was moving to the beat of a familiar song, fast and steady. Was it..living on a prayer?

His hips pounded against the small boy, drawing out a symphony of soft moans. Skin slapping filled the atmosphere of their room, hips lifting for a different angel. There was a sudden shift, and another jolt inside of him. A couple more thrusts sent the small boy into an overwhelming orgasm. His toes curled and his back arched with a quiet scream.

Wade praised his little boy, his soft slams growing sloppy as he whined out. He pressed deep inside of the boy as he came hard inside of him,forcing soft whines from him. The merc stayed still for a moment, softly collecting their lips, eyes shutting. They were in heaven together, and Pete couldn't imagine living without him. 

A smile slid across pink lips, brown eyes slipping along his abdomen. The large man licked him clean. A giggle escaped him, sliding the comforter over their bodies, pressing close to his warm skin. Wade made him feel so safe, so happy. The small boy played with his rose gold promise ring, caramel slipping up to look at Wade.

" You're the love of my life." Peter admitted as his love wrapped large arms around the boy, pulling him as close as he could.

" I'm never going to let you go.''

The arachnid smiled, leaning up to kiss his nose. Scarred fingers ran through vibrant chestnut hair. A happy sigh left him, pressing himself closer as long lashes slowly slid closed. He never wanted to leave these warm arms, they were his home, his safe place.

The way he looked at Wade, he never had to say "I love you" again. More love then words could describe resided inside his pupils. He leaned down to take in the smell of strawberries, kissing his soft neck. This was his baby..

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// I can't believe it's almost over, this will be my first completed storey and I'm so proud of it! We'll be jumping to a college Peter, a very tired boy.