charity work
spider-man/deadpool - explicit
1,320 words; ao3 link
Tags: peter parker and wade wilson are not together; teasing; edging; handjob; no penetration; plot what plot/porn without plot; begging; under-negotiated kink; dacryphilia; if you squint; bottom wade wilson; top peter parker; wade wilson has a big dick
“Alright, listen,” Spider-Man crossed his arms, looking down the bridge of his masked nose at Deadpool, who was kneeling in front of him. “This is nothing but charity work. It won’t happen again.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say, baby boy,” Wade smirked up at him, his mask discarded at the edge of the rooftop. “We both know you’ll be dying to get my fingers inside you again once I’m done with you. Or my dick.”
The day had started similarly to any of Spider-Man’s other patrols. It was a quiet night, only one mugging that Spidey only took about fifteen minutes to stop. Until Deadpool showed up. It wasn’t unusual for the mercenary to join Spider-Man on his patrols every once in a while — he claimed they were “friends” (despite Spider-Man’s near constant contention of the fact) and they’d fallen into a steady rhythm together.
But tonight, Wade seemed to want more than the usual patrol and post-crime chimichangas on a rooftop. He’d shimmied up to the hero, whispering breathily in his ear that he had a different idea for how the night could go. He had practically fallen to his knees, ripping his mask off and staring up at Spider-Man with what could only be described as “puppy eyes”. He’d complained of not being able to find someone who wants to sleep with him. It was a total lie, Peter knew that if they knew he was available, Wade would have lines of people around the block waiting for a chance with him (he definitely had not dipped his toes into the forums of Deadpool fangirls, and he definitely had not jerked himself stupid while reading some of their fanfiction).
That led them to now. Wade Wilson, feared mercenary and skilled assassin, on his knees in front of Spider-Man. Practically begging to be used.
And Peter would be lying if he said he didn’t want to see what the mercenary was hiding underneath his suit.
Peter sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose over his mask. Wade hadn’t seen the hero’s face yet, and he planned to keep it that way. “Remember,” he said firmly, kneeling down to get to Wade’s level. “Charity work. Not happening again.”
Wade nodded desperately, a whine building low in his throat as Spider-Man gently shoved his chest backward.
“Hm,” Peter hummed. “I wasn’t expecting you to go down that easy.”
“I’ll show you exactly how I go down, Webs.”
“That’s not what you asked so nicely for, is it?”
Wade shrugged. “Maybe next time.”
“No next time, remember?”
“Whatever you say, baby boy,” he said gleefully, stretching his arms upward and putting on a show for Spidey. “Aren’t you gonna take my pants off?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“But not insuckable.”
Peter stared at him. “Excuse me?”
“It sounded better in my head.” Wade shrugged. “Speaking of head.” He wiggled his hips expectantly, bucking up when Spider-Man found the seam in the leather suit and unbuckled it.
“I’m not giving you head, mask stays on.”
“Such a vulgar mouth, Webs,” Wade’s voice was tight as Peter’s fingers brushed over his still clothed cock. “Do the ladies you rescue know about th-ha this?”
“Do the people you work for know how easy it is to get you on your back?” Spider-Man retorted.
“Not usually. I take my payment in cash, baby boy.”
“Is that so?” Peter slid the belt from around his waist slowly. So impossibly, infuriatingly slow that Wade found himself whimpering from the lack of simulation. The belt hissed against the smooth leather of his suit, and Peter watched the lenses of his mask widen. “Let’s get your mask off, I don’t want it muffling any of the sounds you make for me, Wilson.”
“That’s pretty confident, you really think you’ll make me–” he was abruptly cut off when Peter unzipped the bottom half of his suit without warning.
“Mask. Off,” Peter instructed, pulling his cock out of its confines. To his delight, he was already rock hard and leaking. “Oh, darling. All of this for me?”
“All for you– God, fuck. Touch me.” Wade ripped his mask off, tossing it somewhere to their left to be forgotten about.
“No please?” Even so, Peter wrapped his hand around Wade’s impressive length. Even though he’d promised Wade and himself that this would only happen one time, he wouldn’t mind getting fucked six ways to Sunday with that. He squeezed the base once, then ceased all movement. “Beg me to get you off.”
“I thought I already begged,” Wade protested petulantly, even though his voice was strained and his face was beet red.
Peter squeezed him once more, and his own cock throbbed where it was trapped under his suit at the whine that Wade let out. “I said beg.”
“Please,” Wade almost sobbed. “Jesus fucking Christ, please, Spidey, oh my g– fuck. Please touch me, plea– holy shit.”
Peter grinned under his mask, the power rush nearly getting to his head. He stroked all the way up his cock, polishing the head. “There you go, good boy, Wade.”
“Oh my fucking God, Webs,” Wade bucked up into his fist, almost humping his hand. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t make it long.”
“You don’t have to make it very long, Wade.” Peter twisted his wrist again, drawing a helpless ‘guh’ sound from the man under him. He made a mental note of that, then did it again. He was nothing if not a scientist, after all. “But you had better make the most of it, it’s only happening once, after all.”
Wade groaned, his chest heaving with every shuddering breath he dragged through his lungs. “We’ll see about that, baby boy– God, fuck, shit.”
Peter smirked down at him as he tightened the circle of his fist, grinding down against Wade’s toned, muscular thigh for just a moment to relieve some of the built up tension. The motion only made Wade whine again, and somewhere in his already fucked out mind he was able to flex his thigh against Peter. “Good boy, make yourself useful.”
A punched out sound escaped from Wade’s clenched teeth, and in response Peter sped up the pace of his fist. “Webs, please, I’m so – shit – ‘m so close.”
“Tell me when,” Peter kept going exactly as he was, grinding down again, more purposefully.
“Now, Spidey, baby boy, Webs– I’m gonna–”
Peter stopped, squeezing the base of his cock to prevent him from coming. “Remember last week?”
Wade sobbed, tears filling his eyes and spilling down his cheeks. If Peter’s mask wasn’t on, he’d lick his cheekbones clean. “Wh– What?”
“I asked you to keep your blades out of my crime scene, and you,” Peter dragged his fingers down the side of Wade’s face, following the path of the tears slowly overflowing down his cheeks. “Left every single one of those criminals bleeding on the ground.”
Wade’s breath hitched. “I’m s–sorry, hng, please just–”
“Just what, baby?” Peter stroked root to tip, just once, just to give Wade a taste of what he was missing. Wade arched up into his touch, back bowing in a way that looked almost painful. “Use your words like I know you can. Don’t you want to be good for me?”
“I do, I do.” Wade nodded like a madman “I’ll be good.”
“Beg me.” Once again, the power that Peter held in his hand hit him like a freight train. He could be nice, or he could be mean and stop again. And whichever one he chose, Wade didn’t have a say in. This is only happening once, Peter had to remind himself. Even he was starting to feel his conviction waver. “Beg me to let you cum.”
And good god did Wade beg. “Please, Webs, please god, let me cum. Please, please, I want to feel you, I want to cum for you, I wanna– ngh– I wanna, please.”
“Then cum.”
