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âŚBucky Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Read on aO3!âŚ
âŚsummary: you and Bucky hate each other, so it's not unusual for him to act cold around you. but this is differant. this is... feral. and you're starting to wonder what's wrongâŚ
âŚwarnings/tags: bucky barnes x female!reader, enemies to lovers, ragebating Bucky Barnes, emotional angst, everyone's bad at feelings, fluff, sex pollen, sex pollen level smut, a little plot for the porn (dry humping, manhandling, bucky's feral, emotional sex, dry orgasm, truly foul dirty talk, hyperspermia, pussy eating like crazy, fingering, dumbification, dirty talk, sensitive reader, finger sucking, bucky gets nasty, body worship, overstimulation, sex pollen stamnia, mean!bucky, oral f!recieving, begging, praise kink, monster dick bucky, he fucks like a machine, breeding kink), no use of y/n, no descrption of readerâŚ
âŚwc: 11.1kâŚ
âŚAuthor's Note: i'm so normal about sex pollenâŚ
It doesnât bother you. If you tell yourself enough, youâre really going to believe that it doesnât bother you.
But heâs everywhere.Â
There isnât a corner of the damn building without Bucky Barnes. You go to the kitchen and heâs there making a sandwich, watching you move around the counter like he thinks youâre going to bite him. In the gym heâs at the weights and the punching bags, and you try to ignore him but he grunts and moans and you think heâs doing it on purpose. the living area he takes over the TV and watches whatever he wants to catch up with the times. No matter how politely you ask him to switch to something else, he always tells you to just wait. Then you try, but heâs spread out on the couch until your knees have to bump, and your face gets all hot, and you have to stomp away before you start acting on all your stupid thoughts.
Because itâs not just Buckyâs eternal presence and stubbornness and smirking that burrows under your skin. Itâs that you like it.
That when youâre next to him on the couch, all you can think about is that place where your bodyâs connect. Heâs warm. Tall and warm. Your skin tingles at the contact point, and whenever he shifts itâs like youâre being shot up with a drug.
âYouâre squirmy.â He grumbles, glaring at you in the dark. âNo one ever teach you to sit still?â
You stick your tongue out. âNo one ever teach you to mind your own business?â
âHard to mind my business when youâre movinâ all the cushions, doll-â
âThen go sit somewhere else, robot man.â
Buckyâs jaw twitches. âIâm not a robot.â
âUh huh.â
âIâm not-â
âYou act like one.â You snap, and Bucky closes his eyes. Like heâs fucking praying.
âI was here first.â He mutters. You donât balk.
âCongratulations.â
You hold his glare, and Bucky lets out a heavy breath through his nose. He narrows his eyes, tongue flicking over his lips. His full lips. Pretty and chapped, but in the perfect, soft way-
Get a fucking grip.
âThereâs a chair over there.â You point across the room, sinking back into the cushions. âGo sit in it, if Iâm so squirmy.â
Bucky scowls, and opens his mouth, but whatever jab heâs got for you, you donât want to hear it. You reach over and unpause the movieâprobably another one of Samâs this is what you gotta catch up on, Barnes suggestions, because thereâs no way Bucky picked out the Goonies himselfâand fix your glower on the TV screen. You hate this movie. Youâre going to watch it all the way through, just to show Bucky that he doesnât bother you.
You spread your own legs wide, too. If men are allowed to do it, so are you. Bucky grunts as your knee pushes over his thigh, and you smirk at the TV.
It has nothing to do with the thick muscle you can feel under his sweatpants, that you keep your legs like that for the rest of the night. Buckyâs fingers flex a few times, and brush over the inner curve of your knee and the top of your thigh, like heâs thinking about just shoving you away. At one point, you hear him grunt, and look over with mockingly raised brows.
âEverything okay?â You almost simper, and he grunts and nods.
Thatâs all you get. Bucky fixes his anger on the movie, you win this round, and you get to be close to him without thinking about it.
Youâll think about it later. In the comfort of your own bedroom, youâll think about it and think about it and think about it all night. Youâll think about it until your wrist hurts. But Bucky doesnât get to know that.
As far as he needs to be concerned, you never spare him a second thought. Itâs all he spares you. And youâre not going to be the pathetic girl who falls for someone who only thinks of her as a buzzing gnat around his head. Who worships the ground of a man who would step on her like a flower into concrete, not because he was seeking to hurt, but just because he didnât notice you were there at all.
Although Bucky does seem to notice where you are.
The farmer does like to keep track of pests in his crops.
âYou skipped the mission briefing.â Bucky grunts in the morning, glaring at you over a cup of coffee.
Something soft in you swells like a prodded bruise. He noticed where you were.
You ignore it in favor of flipping him off.
âI was busy.â
âToo busy for your job?â
âItâs not my job-â
âYour name was on the roster.â Bucky slams the folder down on the table, and your lips twitch.
âHave you been carrying that around all day?â
âThat doesnât matter-â
âYes, it really does-â
Bucky hisses your name. Thereâs a fury under his tone, that makes your mouth snap shut. If he notices, he doesnât say anything.
âYou need to be there, Steve was talkinâ about safety shit, and if you donât know it you could get killed-â
âI know how mission briefing work, Iâve been here longer than you have-â
âReally? âCause you donât act like it-â
âI donât act like it?â You snort. âLast I checked Iâm ranked higher than you, Sargent.â You raise your chin, letting your lips curl. âWhich is why Iâm allowed to defer missions, and youâre not.â
âIâm skipping.â You shrug, grabbing an apple from the counter. âAnd if Iâm skipping, I donât need to be at the briefing. But thanks for checking on me, dad.â
Buckyâs eyes narrow. You expect him to snap something about experience and you not being responsible enough or needing to care more.
But instead his fists curl and uncurl at his side. His nostrils flare. He grabs the counter, his scowl burning right through you. You take a large bite of your apple, and his gaze darts down. Juice drips down your chin, and you wipe it off with light fingers. That only seems to make him angrier.
âWhyâre you skipping.â
You shrug. You should say none of your business. But part of you is childish. A very big, loud part that wants him to react to something you know he isnât actually going to care about.
âI have a date.â
âA what.â Itâs not a full reaction. Heâs mostly staring at you like he didnât understand the word. Maybe they called it something different in the 40s.
âA date?â You roll your eyes, a little meaner than you mean to be. He always bring that out in you, though.
Bucky always brings everything out in you. Itâs incredibly annoying.
âYou know.â You push mockingly. âWhere you go out with someone. And flirt like people, instead of robots.â
âRobots flirt.â Bucky grunts, and you snort.
âYeah, but they donât have sex-â
The counter cracks. Itâs loud, echoing through the kitchen. You start and twitch, and Bucky blinks at his metal hand, like heâs just as surprised as you are. He looks back to you, shakes his head, and takes a large step back.
âWhatâs-â
âSteveâs callinâ me.â He mutters, and you blink.
âNo, heâs not-â
âHave fun.â Bucky ignores you. His words sound pushed through his teeth. âOn your human date.â
Then heâs gone.
And youâre left in the kitchen with your apple and a cracked counter, staring at where heâd vanished through the door. You donât care about the date.
You just need to know what the fuck that was.
Thereâs a part of you that feels bad, for the man Natasha set you up with. Sheâd picked him out specifically because he had a vague resemblance to Buckyâbecause youâve never told her your secret, but you didnât need to, sheâs Natashaâbut it wasnât enough.
He didnât have the underlying accent, or the gleam in his eyes. You made a sharper edged joke, and he just laughed. He didnât spar. He didnât push your buttons in a way that made you light up. He just smiled at you all nightâwrong smile, tooâand then didnât pay. Bucky wouldâve paid.
You have no evidence of that. Itâs just a feeling, that comes from how he still opens doors for you, even when youâre at each otherâs throats. All polite and handsome and insufferable. You hate him.
And thereâs not a single point during the night, where youâre not thinking about him.
âWe should do this again.â The Dateâyouâve forgotten his name, and itâs certainly not a good time to askâsays at the end of the night.
Youâre shivering. Bucky wouldâve offered you his jacket. He did once, on a mission in the Andes. You got all cold and he rolled his eyes and muttered that he told you to bring another layer, but still gave you his jacket all the same. This man is just grinning at you after not calling you a cab and saying he wanted to stand outside in the misty, chilly night. He said he wanted fresh air, and now your freezing, and he thinks heâs getting a second date.
At the very least, you feel a little less guilty about only thinking of Bucky and the mission the whole time. He deserved it.
âSure.â You smile, because even with superstrength, itâs easier to tell a man yes and then vanish than it is to deny them to their face. âHave a good night.â
He tries to hug you. Your phone buzzes, and you duck away to check it.
The mission is over.
Two days early.
Your jaw tightens.
Most people would think that a job being done early is a good thing. That it means the team was just so focused and coordinated that they sped through every single step, and ended in a total victory. But youâve been on this job too long. Early mission conclusions only ever happen for one reason.
Something went wrong, and they have to come back.
You rush back to the compound with barely a goodnight to the Date. Itâs mostly because you forget, in the blur of worry. Youâd skimmed the mission files before they left, just to make sure it wasnât anything too dangerous. Bucky had been mad about you not going with them. Maybe heâd thought theyâd need the hands, but it had just looked like a retrieval mission. Old Hydra facility with some data Tony wanted. Nothing too hard.
But theyâre back early.
And if someoneâs hurt, you couldâve stopped it. You couldâve been there, instead of on that stupid fucking date. Which also means that Bucky was right, and thatâs incredibly annoying. Heâs going to weild it over your head, and the mocking is going to turn you on more, and youâll have earned it which isnât going to help anything at all.Â
You get back to the compound, and itâs not in lockdown. There arenât med staff flooding the grounds or emergency sirens blaring. You go right to the hanger, and find that itâs already been cleared out. The jet isnât being quarantined.
Maybe they really did just⌠Finish early.
Youâre heading back to your room when you slam right into them.
Steve and Bucky, standing in the middle of the hall, arguing in hushed voices.
âYou need to go, Buck-â
âIâm fine-â
âNo, youâre not. You can lie to the docs, donât lie to me-â
âI ainât lyinâ, Iâm fine-â
Your too lost in your own head, barely even hearing what theyâre saying. You barrel straight into Buckyâs back.
He goes rigid. You stumble a little, and he grabs your upper arm.
His hand is hot.
Not sexy hotâalthough itâs also thatâbut literally, physically hot. Almost searing, against your shivering skin. You look up at him, and swallow.
Heâs flushed. Thereâs sweat clinging to his brow, and an exhausted shadow over his features. His eyes are so blown out theyâre almost fully black. You blink at him, and his mouth falls open in a ragged pant.
âHi.â You whisper.
His throat bobs. âYouâre back.â
âI- I got the alert.â You glance over to Steve, whoâs gone oddly pale. âDid the mission go okay? It was fine that I wasnât there, right-â
âYep!â Steve almost shouts, and you blink. âI mean- We were all good. Wish you were there, we all missed you, but- We were fine. Right, Buck?â Steve grabs Buckyâs shoulder. âWe were all good.â
Bucky doesnât look away from you for a single second. He grunts, and his grip tightens on your arm.
âLet go.â Steve mutters, and Bucky shoots him a glare.
He releases you like you burned him, then wipes his hand on his pants. You scowl. He was the one touching you.
âI was gonna.â He grumbles, and Steve sighs.
âI know, but-â You get a weary look. Like Steve doesnât want you to hear their conversation. âI think- You know what I think-â
âSteve-â Bucky cuts himself off with a groan, running a hand over his face.
He still hasnât looked away from you. Or moved that far out of your proximity.
âIâm fine.â He says, low and under his breath. Youâre rooted to the ground under his gaze, unsure what you could even think of to say. âItâs- Iâm fine.â
Steveâs lips press in a thin line. Bucky takes a large, jerking step back. Like heâs dragging himself away.
âHow was your date?â He grunts.
âBucky-â
âIâm just askinâ a question.â He snaps, still not sparing Steve a look.
The attention is getting to be too much. Bucky is looking at you like he wants to eat you alive, and itâs making your body almost buzz in anticipation. You want to jump on him and feel those hot hands all over your body. His nostrils flare like he can smell your arousal. If he can, you might jump off a bridge.
You hope heâd catch you, then fuck you until your canât even walk.
Get a fucking grip.
âBad.â You cross your arms over your chest, trying to keep your heart from bursting out of your chest. âHe sucked.â
And thatâs the kind of thing Bucky would usually mock you for. Skipping a mission just for a bad date.
But a low, rumbling growl falls from his chest. His tongue darts over his lips. He takes a half-step forward, and you lean in to the gravity of his stare.
âWe have debriefing!â Steve shouts, grabbing the collar of Buckyâs suit. âBye!â
Before you can even register it, Steveâs dragging Bucky down the hall. You swear you hear another feral noise, and a crash after they turn the corner.
Something had to have happened on the mission. You just have no fucking clue what.
Buckyâs only been acting stranger. Youâd pretend it didnât bother you, if you could get away from it for a single fucking second.
You walk through the compound, and heâs somehow more everywhere than he was before. Around every corner, in the library, on the grounds, even in the control room while youâre going through the mission files.
âWhatâre you doinâ.â He grunts, and you sigh.
Youâre not surprised heâs there. Itâs the fifth time today that heâs snuck up on you.
âIâm going through the reports on the mission.â You drawl. âDonât you have better things to do than follow me around?â
Bucky grunts. It seems to be a no. You roll your eyes and go back to poking through the system. Itâs hard to pretend that you canât feel his presence behind you. Thereâs heat almost rolling from his body, and thick, spicy and musky scent thatâs filling the room. Itâs making you a little dizzy. Itâs all you can do, not to look back at him.
That would be dangerous. He probably still looks feverish and animalistic. You might moan.
You find the files for the mission, and try to open them. Big, read access denied, contact your handler for permission to these files flashes over your screen. Your mouth falls open, and you whip back to glare at Bucky before you can think about it.
Mistake. Just like youâd thought, big mistake.
He looks even worse and better than you thought. Heâs wearing just a t-shirt and sweats, and theyâre clinging to his sweaty body. His eyes are hooded and his lips are parted. His attention is so wholly fixed on you that it almost makes you fall out of your chair. You almost forget youâre annoyed with him. Every single nerve in your body is alight, and your fingers are itching to comb through his sweaty hair.
You somehowâjust barelyâfight it.
âWhy canât I access these files.â
Bucky leans over you, his nostrils flaring. If you reach up, you could trace the stubbled line of his jaw. Itâs hard to maintain your glare.
âBarnes-â
âYou werenât on the mission.â He mutters. âNot your files to see.â
You scowl. âI can access the files of every other mission I was on-â
âSteve should change that.â
God, you wish he wasnât so pretty. It would be easier to think about punching him.
âI know something happened out there.â You hiss, sitting up a little taller. âYou canât hide it from me. Iâll figure it out.â
Bucky chuckles. Itâs a low, raspy sound that runs through your body, making you shiver.
âSure, doll. Have fun with that.â
You shoot to your feet, and Bucky lurches back. Another one of those deep, rumbling growls rolls from his chest, and for a second you think heâs going to pounce on you.
And then you blink, and heâs gone. Leaving you with only that hazy smell, and desire rolling through your veins.
You wish that was the extent of it, but itâs barely the start. And it only gets worse.
Bucky doesnât do his movie nights anymore, which means you get the TV all to yourself. You watch what you want, and try not to look at the spot next to you. Where your body feels like heâs supposed to be. You stretch out your legs, but they ache strangely without his touch. You get more restless without him. Around midnight, you shuffle to the kitchen, hoping one of those soothingherb thingys that Wanda says help with her nightmares will be there.
Instead, you find Bucky.Â
Heâs drinking a glass of ice, with a little bit of water. He freezes when he sees you, and moves further behind the counter.
You sigh. Youâre too tired to fight him.
âCanât sleep?â You mumble.
He just nods.
You sigh, and walk over the cupboard.
âYou want hot chocolate?â
A grunt. Better than silence. You make two mugs, one for you, one for Bucky.
And maybe itâs just that youâre really starting to worry, but you donât bother pretending to hate him. Your fingers brush when you pass him his mug, and his body seizes like you shocked him, but you just offer a tiny smile.
His mouth falls open. He stares at you like heâs spent years only looking at the muddier reflection of stars in the water, and has finally thought just to tilt his head up. You let out a small, shaking breath. Heâs still burning up. You can feel it from your place a foot away. But you donât dare to push it.
Not when heâs looking at you like this. The way youâd always, secretly and shamefully, dreamed he would.
âIâm watching Star Wars.â You mumble. âYou wannaâŚâ
You trail off, and Buckyâs throat bobs.
He nods again. A new tendril of worry blooms, overlapping with the growing tangle of them in your gut. He might not be able to speak.
But he follows you to the living area, and takes his place on the couch. His knee pushes against yours. Heâs breathing awfully shallow, but youâre a selfish coward that wants him close, so you donât mention it.
You barely pay attention to the movie. All you can focus on is Bucky at your side. How he doesnât even seem to be sparing the TV a glance. Heâs not really touching you, save for that place where your thighs are always pushed together, but every time you shift he grabs your knee. You blink at him, and his throat just bobs. He still hasnât said a word. Youâre afraid that when he does, it will break this fragile illusion.
That he wants to be here.
Near you.
He passes out near the end of the movie. His head falls against your shoulder and his body goes limp, almost a blanket over yours. You donât move, just staring at a lit up, black screen. He looks more peaceful than youâve ever seen. His fever isnât breaking, but it does seem to be easing. You run your fingers through his hair, and he makes a low sound like a purr.
Then he takes a deep inhale, right against the crook of your neck, and a different noise leaves him.
Itâs almost a moan.
You swallow. Suddenly you need to move. You donât know whatâs going on with him, but this canât be what he actually wants. To be asleep almost in your arms, purring and moaning. Thatâs not a part of him you get to have.
But when you try to move, his grip around you tightens.
You feel almost sick.
It takes almost an hour, to roll off the couch without him pulling you back. When youâre free, you still cover him in a blanket and press a hand to his brow. Just to check. You canât really help it.
His fever is building again.
You wish he would just tell you what was wrong. Even if he thinks you hate him, he canât think you wouldnât care enough to help.
When you start to walk away, he moans again. You could swear it sounded a little like your name.
You force yourself to go to bed. Youâre not sure if you want him to remember in the morning.
If anything, you just pray he gets better. Itâs hard to hide your undying care for him, when heâs in pain. Impossible to ignore how much it bothers you, that heâs hurting. â
But it is Bucky.
And heâs never going to make anything that easy.
You walk out of your room in the morning, and heâs right there. Lingering in the hallway, staring at you with those blown-out eyes, working his jaw like heâs trying to bite his own tongue off.
âHi.â You say lamely.
He stumbles back like you punched him. âYou- Youâre-â
âBucky, are you-â
ââM fine.â He says it mostly to himself again. Thereâs sweat gathering on his brow and bags under his eyes.
Youâre not going to tell him, but youâre getting worried. This is the third morning in a row youâve found him here. The first night you asked if heâd slept there, and heâd scowled and stomped away.
But from the look of him, you donât think heâs been sleeping at all.
âDo you need something?â You ask. You sound soft, but you canât help it. The worse he looks, the more your heart tightens. âI can call Steve-â
âDonât get Steve.â He steps back. The same jerked movement from the first night. Itâs the only way heâs been moving around you, lately. âIâm fine.â
You give him a doubtful look. His tongue flicks over his lips. You take a step forward, and he takes another step back. Like youâve got a polarity field around you. Like he canât even stand to breathe the same air.
And yet heâs here. Outside your door, and breathing through his mouth like an animal.
âBucky-â
âDonât.â He shakes his head, stumbling another step back. âJust- Donât.â
You swallow, and donât give chase when he walks away. Jogs away. He yanks himself away, then runs like he thinks youâre going to catch him and drag him back. You wonât.
But you do go right to Steve.
âWhat happened on the mission.â
Steve flinches, gagging on his sandwich. Youâre glaring down at him with your hands on your hips, and you think he knows his little charming smile isnât going to work on you here. That doesnât seem to stop him from trying anyway.
âHey, um- Do you want a cookie-â
âSteven.â You hiss, and he swallows. âWhat happened.â
Steve winces, avoiding your gaze. âIâm not supposed to tell you.ââ
âWhat do you mean youâre not supposed to tell me-â
âI mean I- I can.â He mutters. âBut then Bucky will kill me. And I donât want Bucky to kill me.â
You scowl. âTough shit, because guess whoâs going to kill you if you donât tell me?â
Steve sighs. âIs it you?â
âYep.â
He stares at his sandwich, like itâs somehow going to get him out of this situation. You wait for him to realize it wonât. You have plenty of time.
âIâm really not supposed to tell you-â
âI really donât care.â
âWell- You will.â Steve looks up with a sad little puppy eyes.
You donât have the same reservations about punching him in the face, that you have with Bucky. Heâs basically asking for it right now.
âSteven, I swear to fucking God-â
âI canât tell you.â He cuts you off with a shake of his head, and you scoff.
âNo, you just wonât tell me-â
âThatâs not- I canât, okay? Please stop asking me to-â
âWhy, because Bucky doesnât want you to?â You leer. âBecause last I checked, youâre the Captain. And if Bucky is your friend, you should be telling his teammates heâs in danger so they can help-â
âThatâs the problem!â Steve shouts, and you blink. âYou- Look, youâre going to want to help, and I canât let you.â
âYou canât let me help?â You echo, and Steve winces.
âI know how it sounds-â
âDo you? Because what Iâm fucking hearing that your best friend is in danger, and you wonât let me fucking help-â
âWhy do you even want to help?â Steve fixes you with a pointed look. âAll you ever do is complain about Bucky and how heâs annoying you. I wouldâve thought you didnât care.â
You narrow your eyes, and Steve raises his brows. You know what heâs doing. Smug fucking asshole.Â
âThat wonât work on me.â You grunt, and he shrugs.
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âSteve-â
âBut,â he says causally. âIf I did, Iâd say thatâs why I canât tell you. And you know that.â
You hate it when he speaks in riddles. Like youâre just supposed to read between the lines when your brain is fogged with worry about Bucky.
âI- I donât-â You let out a slow breath, looking down to your shoes. Heat is flooding your cheeks. Itâs annoying. âItâs not- Iâm just- Please.â
Your voice cracks suddenly. Youâve been losing more sleep over this than youâre ever going to tell anyone. You almost feel ill with itâlike the worry is an infection, knotting up your stomach and making your heart pick upâbut that might just literal exhaustion. Something happened. No one will tell you what. Itâs making you feel useless and hopeless and torn up to tiny, useless shreds.
âBucky.â You say slowly. âIs- Heâs not okay. I know heâs not okay.â You force yourself to meet Steveâs gaze. âJust- Lie to me and say heâs fine, and fix it, or tell me and let me help. But I- I canât just-â
You donât even know how to finish the sentence. Thereâs a burning feeling behind your eyes and a lump in your throat. Youâre so worried. Worried this is something thatâs going to kill him, and youâre going to lose him forever.
And thereâs pity, in Steveâs gaze. Itâs enough to make him break, his voice softening completely.
âAlright.â He murmurs. âBut- You canât tell him I told you.â
You nod quickly. âIâll say I just got into the files, or- Something- Please.â
Steve sighs. âOkay. Okay.â He shakes his head. âIt was on the mission. Bucky was distracted the whole time, and when we got jumped he wasnât being controlled with his punches. He swag to hard on an Hydra agent. Knocked them back into some vials, and- Well they burst. All over both of them. We put the agent in containment, but he was displaying worse symptoms. Bucky- I think itâs the serum, or just⌠Bucky. But heâs been controlling it better.â Steve grimaces. âBut that doesnât mean heâs not still knocked up with stuff.â
You nod slowly. Thatâs not that bad.
But Steve didnât want you to know for a reason.
âWhat are the symptoms?â
Steve wonât meet your gaze. âFever. Nausea. Hormone flares. Um- Increased⌠libido.â
Your eyes widen, your mouth falling open. âWhat.â
âHydra makes some weird stuff. Tony thinks this was, um- A breeding drug. We donât know why they were developing it, but- Thereâs no other name.â Steveâs nose wrinkles. âThe agent- His cell is disgusting.â
âBut- Bucky-â
âI told you, he says heâs got it under control.â Steve shrugs, but doesnât really sound like heâs convinced himself. âThe agent has been, ah⌠begging for anyone. Bucky doesnât have the same liberty with what will help. He says itâs going to pass, and heâll be fine.â
âAnd will it?â You breathe. âPass?â
Steve shrugs. âIt did for the agent.â
âBefore or after the mating?â
Steveâs silence is an answer. You swear under your breath.
âWhy wouldnât you tell me this, Steve? We- We need to get him to someone, this could fucking kill him-â
âI know that!â Steve snaps. âI know that just as well as you do! As he does! But- Jesus.â He shakes his head. âHe wonât take anyone. Heâll only- Well- You know.â
âI know? I donât fucking know, none of you have been telling me shit-â
Steve says your name plainly. You blink.
âWhat-â
âNothing. Just- Why do you think heâs been lingering around you?â
You stare at him. He raises his brows, and you swallow.
âSteve-â
âI didnât say anything-â
âYes, you did-â
âNope.â
You press your lips in a tight line. He canât mean what you think he means. That would be to easy. Too good. âBucky- He doesnât- Thatâs not how he feels about me.â
Please donât say it is. Itâs not fair if youâre lying.
âFunny.â Steve shrugs. âHe says the same thing about you.â
This is a bad idea.
Bucky hasnât left his room in a day. Youâd spent all of last night replaying your conversation with Steve, trying to pick it apart for a single reason he didnât mean what you thought he did. What you hoped he did. What youâd always hoped for, only in the dead of night where no one would ever find out.
But it didnât matter how you turned or picked at Steveâs words. There was only one conclusion. The beautiful, horrible one that you canât even fully wrap your head around. It would mean you spent years hating him for no reason. Year thinking about kissing his stupid face, when you couldâve been actually kissing him. If Steveâs right, youâre going to kill Bucky.
After you fix this for him.
If Steve means what you think, you can fix this for him. He just has to let you.
Which is why this is a horrible idea. If Bucky turns you down, youâre going to have to quit your job and change your name and move to Indonesia.
But if he doesnât turn you downâŚ
You steel yourself and knock on Buckyâs door. Itâs worth the risk, just for him. Always just for him.
âFuck off, Stevie-â
âIâm not Steve!â You call, and for a second thereâs no response.Â
Then thereâs a muffled banging, and you almost fall forward when Bucky yanks the door open.
He looks even worse than before. And better. And hotter, and oh God, your knees are already weak.
His shirt is gone, and his broad, muscled chest is shining with sweat. His hair flops over his eyes, mussed up and soft looking. Heâs breathing through his nose, even as his swollen mouth hangs open. His metal fist is curled against the door, making the wood crack under his fingers. Standing through his sweatpants is the long, proud outline of his cock.
You swallow, your mouth watering. Bucky says your name, and you canât tell if itâs supposed to be a plea or a prayer.
âYou shouldnât be here-â
âSteve said you need me.â
You stare at each other. Buckyâs tongue flicks out, and you chew on your lower lip. This is it. If he turns you down, youâll walk away and live. A new life, across the world. Youâve never been to Indonesia, but you hear they have good food and community, and youâre sure youâll be able to fit right in over time, and if you donât at least Bucky will never find you to make you relive this humiliation, because itâs been almost two full minutes and he hasnât said anything, so you should probably pull out your phone and start researching Indonesian names-
âSteve shouldnât have told you anything.â Bucky growls, and you swallow.
âI- I made him.â
He sighs. You could swear his dick twitches. âOf course you did.â
âI was worried about you-â
âYou donât have to be, doll. Iâm-â
âIf you say Iâm fine, Iâm going to fucking punch you.â
Bucky scowls. You scowl harder. You have a feeling neither of you are going to back down.
âYouâre sick.â You say plainly, and Bucky lets out a sharp exhale through his nose.
âMaybe. But itâs not the kinda sick you can help with-â
âSteve says itâs the kind of sick only I can help with.â
Heâs silent again. You risk a tiny step forward, and he takes one back, muttering your name. Itâs a warning. A plea.
âDonât do this.â He mutters, fists balled at his side. âNot outta pity, not for me-â
âItâs not pity.â You stop in his doorway, making your voice soft. âI want to help, Bucky. Let me help.â
He shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut. âNo, you- You just- You donât feel like that for me-â
âYou donât feel like that for me.â You breathe, and Buckyâs body locks up.
âWho says?â
âYouâre an ass to me-â
âYouâre an ass to me.â
âI donât mean to be.â You whisper. âI- I donât- Iâm not good at⌠You know.â
Buckyâs throat bobs. He still doesnât move.
âMe neither.â
You nod. âButâŚâ
âYeah.â He swallows. âYeah. I do.â
You take a deep breath. His whole room is filled with that musky, spicy smell. The heat is almost rolling off his body.
âPlease ask me to help.â You donât bother to hide the desperation in your voice. He needs to know that you mean it. âI- I want to, Bucky, I want you so bad-â
Bucky muffles your pleas, crashing forward and pressing his mouth over yours.
Itâs not the soft, loving kiss of your fantasies. Itâs rough and desperate, the kiss of a man finally letting his leash snap. He grabs your neck and scrunches his fingers in your hair, dragging a moan from the back of your throat. It turns into a hungry cry, when he pushes his tongue between your lips. Your knees wobble from the bruising force of it. You grab his shirt for balance, scrunching the fabric between your fingers.
Bucky grunts, pressing further over you. One arm drops to wrap around your waist, and the other slide up to cradle the back of your head. The touch his shockingly gentle, for the demanding way heâs almost eating your kisses. Youâre standing nowhere near a wall, but heâs caged you all the same. Thereâs nothing to do but feel the way his cool, metal fingers dig into your hips, and the unrelenting heat of his mouth.
You kiss until your breathing is ragged. He tastes like mint and salt, and itâs a little addictive. Even after youâre light-headed and whimpering, Bucky sucks on your lower lip and takes just a little more. You whimper, gasping for air that he doesnât seem to need. He tugs on your hair, forcing you to tip your neck back, and he plants open, hungry kisses over every place he can reach.
âYou gotta be sure.â He murmurs against your skin. âTell me youâre sure, doll, âcause- I donât think I can go easy.â
And oh God, isnât that lovey thought. Bucky not going easy. Combined with his tongue flicking over a pulse point, you almost fall over from the pure thought of it.
But heâs asking real permission. His hold on your hip is getting tighter, and his shoulders are squared and tense. Heâs keeping himself from taking what he really wants, until you give him total permission.
You didnât know you could want him more.
âI- Oh-â Your eyes flutter, as he nips on sensitive skin under your jaw before kissing away the hurt. âIâm sure, Bucky, I- I donât want you to go easy.â
For some reason, that only makes him more tense. He takes an uneven breath, pressing his brow against your head and almost pulling you off your feet as he hugs you tighter. You wait, slowly wrapping your arms around him and dragging your nails soothingly over the nape of his neck.
Bucky draws himself back, his expression unreadable as he scans over your face. You offer him a tiny, nervous smile, and he lets out a shaky laugh.
âYou- You got no idea, do you?â
Your face falls to a pout. âI have a lot of ideas-â
âNo, you donât.â He drops his brow over yours. âYou got no fuckinâ clue, what you do to me.â
And your brain stalls. It gets all gooey and soft, as you just blink up at him. Youâre already on unsteady legs. You never thought heâd catch you if you fell, but with the way Buckyâs looking at you right now, you think heâd dive off a cliff to be at your side.
âBuckyâŚâ You breathe, and he drops his forehead against yours. Your noses bump. His gaze darts between your lips and eyes, and you think you might be burning alive.
âYou smell so good.â He mutters, before leaning down to press a soft, sweet kiss to your lips. âTaste better than I imagined.â
âYou-â You almost whimper, when he pulls away. âYou imagined?â
He chuckles, kissing just your upper lip. Youâre already putty under his hands, and you might turn to just a steam of desire if he doesnât stop kissing you so softly.
âDidnât you?â
You nod, and Buckyâs lips twitch.
âBet I imagined more.â
And you doubt that, but Buckyâs kissing you again before you can tell him that you imagined so much it scared you sometimes. The way you were sure that youâd never be able to recover, from an addiction to a drug youâd never even taken.
Youâre certainly never going to recover now. Kissing Bucky is even better than youâd let yourself dream about. His lips are just as soft as you thought. Even with the way heâs holding himself back, his touch is possessive. He traces your sides like heâs trying to memorize them, and kisses you the same way.
âGot no idea what Iâm gonna do to, either.â He rasps against your lips. âIf you let me, doll⌠You shouldnât- But-â He groans, pushing his nose into your cheek, kissing over the slope of your jaw. âFuck, I want you to.â
You want him to. You want to feel those sloppy, devout kisses everywhere, to get that infernal tongue between your legs. His cock is almost bursting through his sweats, protruding into your thigh. Heâd be heavy on your tongue, and split you better than the toys that youâve used in his place before. The ache in your core throbs from just the idea, and you can feel your heart trying to burst all out of your throat with confession of desire and adoration. But youâre not sure if heâs going to believe them.
âTell me.â You whisper. âTell me what youâve dreamed about doing to me.â
Bucky pulls back, and you worry youâve stepped on an invisible landmine. That youâre going to be shoved out of the room, the door slammed in your face instead of behind you, locking you out of the room youâve longer to be in since you met him. Bucky stares at you. You open your mouth to apologize and take it back, but he loves to move faster than your lustdrunk mind can understand.
You squeal as he walks you backward, but not out of the room. He kicks his door shut as you pass it. It slams, right as Bucky pins you between against the wall. He kisses you before you can protest or ask questions, and keeps going until youâre squirming against him and unsure if you should pull him closer or push him away. His kisses wander your cheeks, over your nose and hairline and back down to your ear.
âI wanted you just like this.â He chokes out, and your swallow. He sounds wrecked, and youâre not even kissing anymore. âWanted you everywhere. Would see you in a meetinâ and think about bending you over the table. Youâd get under me on the training mats and Iâd wanna get in a headlock between your legs. Bet you taste so good.â
He shudders, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. His dick has shifted to push right near your core, and itâs almost too much pressure, while not being nearly enough.
âWould sit next to you on the plane and think about gettinâ on my knees.â He rasps, beard ticking against your skin. âWorshipping your pussy like it deserves. Makinâ you- Fuck- Call my name-â
Bucky moans, his hips jerking forward. A tiny moan escapes your lips, and Bucky almost whines and does it again. You donât think he can help it.
âWanted to stuff your pretty little lips with my cock.â He thrusts again, his whole weight almost collapses over your body. âYouâd get all mouthy and I- I jerk off to the idea of puttinâ you over my knee or gettinâ you lying in my bed. Iâd- Iâd fuck you so nice, doll, I swear Iâd be good, but- Fuuuck-â
Heâs rutting between your thighs, and seems to forget the story heâs supposed to be telling you in favor of sucking on your neck. You whimper, pushing your hand between your bodies. Not to stop himânever to stop himâbut to wrap your fingers around his cock through his sweats.
Bucky moans, his voice breaking with raw, starved relief. You try to pull him back to kiss him, but he just wraps closer around you. Heâs almost shaking. You think heâs trying not to fuck your hand.
You canât have that.
âItâs okay.â You drag your fingers over the line of his cock, and he whimpers against your neck. âI- Iâve thought about it too.â
Bucky slams forward, and you smile at the air.
âWanted you to shove me down and fuck me stupid. Wanted to ride you until I passed out. I bought a dildo, baby, just to pretend it was you.â
You use your free hand to pet the back of his head, slowly sliding his sweats down to give yourself better access. Buckyâs thick and heavy in your hand. Your fingers donât even come close to wrapping fully around, and whenever your nails graze his balls, he bucks forward with a strangled moan.
âWasnât as big.â You breathe, stroking his dick in long, tight motion. âYouâre so big, Bucky, I donât think itâs gonna fit.â
He grunts, his teeth grazing your neck. âGonna- Fuck-â
You squeeze him at the base, and he doubles over. Heâs almost fully collapsed against you. You want to feel him come apart.
âGonna make it fit.â He hisses in your ear, and you hum.
âHow?â
âOpen you up.â He mutters, words slurred like heâs drunk. âGet you all over me, doll- Wanna watch you cum over and over and- God-â
His dick is twitching, and you giggle. Heâs working himself up.
âYou think this is funny?â He rasps.
You smile, swiping your thumb over the weeping slit of his dick. âA little. You wanna make me cum but you wonât even touch me.â
He makes an annoyed sound, and tries to push off of you. You tug his cock a little harder, and he falls back over with a moan. You giggle again.
âYou- Youâre a fuckinâ brat-â
âIâm helping you, Barnes.â You whisper in his ear.
He chuckles, and the sound rolls through your body. âHelpinâ me would be sitting on my face- Fuck-â
Buckyâs whole body shakes, when you squeeze him one last time, and his control slip. You pet him through his orgasm, unsure if you want him to notice how you press your legs tighter to try and get more stains of his cum. He pants and groans against your skin, his lips latching back around that one bruise he seems to be obsessed with.
Thereâs so much cum. Bucky grinds into your fist, and it just keeps coming and coming and coming until your fingers are sticky and drenched. The idea of him doing that inside you is almost a little terrifying. Youâve never wanted anything more.
A choked sound like your name comes out, muffled against your skin. You smile, leaning back to try and meet his gaze.
Bucky seems to need a second. You hope you didnât already wear him out.
âYou okay?â You whisper, and he tenses.
Bucky pulls back, and your pulse picks up into a drum.
Whatever heâd been before, it had been tame compared to this. His jaw is clenched, his attention fixed on you like a predator. His chest heaves, his hands limp at his side. You swallow, feeling a lot smaller than you did a second ago.
You canât stop yourself from looking down. It only makes things worse.
Heâs bigger than he felt. His cum is dripping down his thigh, and itâs barely been a minute, but heâs already getting hard again. You drag your eyes up the expanse of his chestâall flushed skin and muscleâand realize he hasnât stopped staring at you. You lick your lips. He mimics the movement.
âIt wonât fit.â You says again, but your tone has lost all the teasing mockery of before.
And Buckyâs smirk is dangerous. A thrill rushes through you at the sight of it. Youâve gotten exactly what you wanted.
âGonna make it fit.â He growls.
You yelp, as he grabs your wrist and yanks you forward. You donât even slam into his chest before heâs lifting you off the ground with another mind numbing kiss. Itâs a distraction. You know that. You donât really care, though, returning it in a second.
Bucky carries you like youâre a doll, your knees bent like some princess and his warmer arm locked around your waist. He leans over, lowering you to the mattress with a shocking care. For a second youâre fully lost in him. The gentle motion of his lips over yours, the way his hands wander and map your body as he settles you into the mattress.
âSo soft.â He mutters. âAll that bite, doll, but I knew youâd be so fuckinâ soft for me.â
Youâd like to protest, and say that youâre not soft. But Buckyâs kisses are making your head spin, and no single, clear word can make it out of the daze. All you manage is a high, long whine.
Bucky chuckles. His hand pushes under your shirt, almost tickling over your sides.
âYou like that?â He tease, his knuckles tracing over the underside of your boobs. âYou like beinâ my sweet girl?â
You are not sweet. You try to snap that, but it mostly just comes out a feral grumble. You donât know how heâs the one with a sound mind right now. Youâre not under a sex drug.
Youâre just under Bucky. Where itâs very, very warm, and sticky, and nice. His cum is dripping over your clothed core and midriff. You shiver as it hits bare skin, and Bucky smirks against your lips.
âSay it and I give you more.â He rasps. âSay you like it.â
And itâs a game. You know that you like it. He does too. But heâs poking and teasing you, trying to get you spar with him. To get you to play.
So you glare at him when he leans back, spreading your legs wider at the same time. You keep your mouth stubbornly shut.
Bucky grins. He traces the curve of your hips with massive hands, his thumb angling to smear his cum over your navel.
âLook at you.â He mocks. âBegginâ for me and then canât even admit she likes it.â
You wrinkle your nose, turning up your chin. Bucky smacks your inner thigh, then rubs his metal palm right over your pussy. The sudden sting then harsh pleasure make your hips push off the bed with a cry. Bucky takes his hand away to splay it on your abdomen, shoving you back down.
âYou like gettinâ tossed around, too?â He laughs, and heat floods right to your core. âIâll toss you around, baby. Make you into a nice little cockslut for me, even let you put my in that pretty mouth.â
He grabs your jaw, and you part your lips in a second. Bucky groans, his cock getting impossibly harder.
âAlready listen so well.â He mutters, teasing his two forefingers over your mouth. âJust can admit you fuckinâ love it, do you? Canât be a good girl and tell the truth.â
You narrow your eyes in defiance, and pretend to bite down on his fingers. Itâs not a real bite. Just teeth grazing knuckles. But Bucky understands what it means.
Permission to go further.
His eyes gleam. His cock is already leaking with pre-cum.
âAlright, babydoll.â He rubs your thighs, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. âHave it your way.â
In a single second, Bucky rips off your clothing like itâs paper. You barely have time to feel the cold of the air before heâs grabbing your waist, flipping you onto your stomach, and dragging your ass up in the air. You yelp, fisting your hands in the sheets, and try to twist and see where he is.
A dazed part of your brain that doesnât remember his hands on your hips sees no one behind you, and almost freaks out.
Then the first stroke of Buckyâs tongue hits your pussy, and you collapse fully into the sheets.
âOh my-â Your eyes roll back, as he teases the very tip of his tongue around your clit before dragging it through your folds. âOh my God-â
âSensitive fuckinâ pussy.â Bucky muses, and you feel the stubble of his cheek pressing against you thigh. âBarely even touching it. Wonder if I-â
 His thumb drags circles just around your clit, and you squeak. He kisses the curve of your ass, going a little fast. You whine trying to drag your own ass in circles to match his motions. You canât see him. Canât know if youâre doing well outside of his lips tracing your thigh, and the pleased hums against your skin.
Bucky jerks his thumb suddenly to the side, pushing directly over your clit. You scream, your knees sliding back. Bucky grabs them and pushes them back up, fully exposing your pussy to the air.
âLook at you.â His breath is warm, over that most sensitive spot. âBet I donât even need to fuckinâ prep you. Youâre so wet, youâd justâŚâ
He makes a deep, rumbling sound, and you almost sob as he drags his tongue right back between your puffed pussy lips. You clench around nothing, his stubbled scraping your clit. Bucky angles his face, letting his tongue flick over your clit. It goes back and forth and back and forth, toying with it before pressing flat. He sucks, hard like a lollipop, and you almost sob into the mattress.
âSweet.â Bucky whispers, his metal arm wrapping around your legs. âSo fuckinâ sweet.â
âBu- Bucky-â
âShhh.â He kisses right over your pussy. âWanna taste, pretty girl. I gotta fuckinâ-â He moans, and the vibration shoots right up your spine. âGotta taste-â
Bucky presses his face fully into your cunt, and the sound that leaves you almost isnât human.
Heâs good at this. So good at this. Itâs a little unfair. Your mouth canât do anything but hang uselessly open, as Bucky works his jaw against you. He eats you like heâs starved for it. Like heâs a man that wants to drown of an insatiable thirst.
Two hands hold you up in the air, as his tongue plunges ruthlessly in and out of your cunt. You keen, trying to push further back, and the warmer hand wraps up to your spine and shoves your stomach down. Itâs a tighter fit like this. Bucky drags his tongue around, and it hits every sensitive area. His beard tickles and scratches, and cold fingers tease your skin.
You get more and more sensitive, with every flick and suck and groan. Youâre so wet itâs almost drooling down your legs, mixing with the stains of cum heâd gathered from your midriff and smeared over your legs. The dual heat with his cold hand makes all your nerves stand on end. You pussy clenches again, and Bucky chuckles.
âThatâs right.â He mutters, making out with your clit as you gasp for air into the bed. âThatâs it, baby, youâre already lettinâ go, arenât you.â
You whine, and Bucky nips at your ass.
âArenât you?â
âYe- Yes.â You mumble. ââS good, Bucky- So good-â
âI know.â He grunts, pressing his cold, metal thumb down into your clit. âFuck, baby, I know.â
You whimper, and Bucky starts up on your dripping pussy again. Heâs lapping at it, pushing his tongue into your tight hole as he plays with your clit, and white lines your vision.
âI- Iâm gonna- Fuck- Bucky-â You scratch at the sheets. âIâm gonna- Oh God-â
He smacks your clit, spits onto your pussy, and resumes with double the effort. You cry his name, as your orgasm wracks your body. You can feel yourself seizing around him, twitching and writhing in his tight grip as your vision lines with white.
And Bucky doesnât stop. Youâre making a mess all over his face, and heâs rising up, but itâs just pushing you further into the mattress. You whimper, your cunt too sensitive, but he doesnât even come up for air.
âShit- Bucky- Oh- Ohhhhh-â
The ache quickly fades into pleasure again. Blinging pleasure thatâs just on the wrong side of too much, but pleasure all the same. You squeal, and Bucky just moans against your cunt.
Then you hear it. The slam of his fist against his cock.
Heâs jerking off while he eats you out. Heâs fucking himself so hard you can hear it, hear the slap of skin, feel all his little moans and grunts right against your pussy, and the thought sends you right over the edge again.
Bucky moans louder, as you cum on his tongue. Just like before, it seems to make him more and more feral. You have a feeling what lucidity that let him tease you before is gone. Heâs eating you out the same way heâs kissed you, with rough lips and a fervor thatâs almost animalistic. Youâre boneless and whimpering into the sheets, taking it over and over as Bucky just keeps working his mouth against your cunt, and fucking his hand.
Then, suddenly, heâs gone. You whine from the lose, trying to roll over and look at him, but he just shoves you back down with a growl. The sound of his hand is getting faster and faster, and a hot weight drops over your back. Bucky presses his face into your neck, and takes a deep breath. You whimper, and he groans. His hips must be rocking, with how the bed is shaking.
âSmells good.â He rasps. âGonna- Fuck-â
Bucky snaps back up, and you feel him cum more than you even hear it. Hot ropes spurt over your ass and back, seeping down the back off your thighs and into your pussy. You moan at the sensation, pushing back on trembling hands. Thereâs always just more of it, until youâre so marked up with him youâre sure youâll never be able to wash it off.
You donât want to.
With how Bucky grabs your hips and spreads the stain over your skin, you donât think he does either.
âShit.â He breathes out, and you hum in agreement. âGotta- Flip for me, câmon-â
Bucky helps you roll over. His touches are gentle again, but the gleam in his eyes hasnât faded. You blink at him, flat on your back with your legs spread. Bucky traces the lips of your cunt, then slowly pushes two fingers inside you. Fucking his cum back into your tight hole. You mewl, eyes fluttering. Your head tosses back, and Bucky smiles
âGood girl.â He coos.
You try not get all gooey and weak just from the praise. Bucky laughs, and you think you mightâve failed.
âStrangling my fingers, doll.â He teases, pulling them right out.
You whimper. Youâre too wet and ready not to take something. Itâs really not fair to make you wait.
âI know.â He kisses your brow, voice rough. âTrust me, I fuckinâ know. You just gotta tell me you like it, then-â His cock drags between your folds, and you keen. âAll yours.â
You blink at him, opening your mouth to comply.
But youâre at an advantage.
Buckyâs hard again. His body is wound so tight above you, and his every word is thick. Like itâs an effort to speak. Heâs still trying to fight against the drug running through his veins.
You want him to give in.
So you close your mouth, and give him a defiant glare.
Bucky growls again, and thereâs no more teasing.
His mouth pushes over yours, and itâs not a loving kiss. Itâs rough and quick, stealing your breath in seconds and distracting you as Bucky grabs your knees and shoves them back. You try to chase his lips, when he pulls away, but he shoves you back down with a grunt.
âWanna be a brat.â He grunts. âGonna get fucked like a brat.â
You almost beam. Yes, please.
Bucky folds you under him, your knees pressed to your chest and your cum-stained pussy on full display. He doesnât waste time, tapping the head of his cock against your clit before slamming right inside. Youâre so soaked you take it with only a hitched breath, but that doesnât mean your eyes donât roll back.
He hits right against you pelvis, when he bottoms out. His heavy balls sit on your ass, and the stretch of him is just enough pain to heighten the pleasure. Bucky kisses all over your face as he lets you adjust, but your pussy is greedy. Heâd prepared you too well. Youâre more than ready within seconds.
âBu- Bucky-â You gaps out, and he growls against your neck. âMove.â
If heâd told you to wait, you wouldnât have been surprised.
But the drug seems to have overtaken him again, and all you get is a noise like a snarl against your throat before Bucky draws almost all the way out, and slams back in.
The air is knocked clean from your lungs. This time, he hit right against your g-spot, and your whole body seizes up. Bucky makes a low, deep noise, and repeats the motion. Again, he drives right into that gooey spot deep inside of you. You clench around him, and he doubles over, rutting deep inside of you.
âThe- There-â You whimper, fingers scrambling in the sheets. âFuck, baby, right there-â
Bucky grunts an agreement, and starts to fuck you into the mattress. The angle is so deep youâre worried heâs going to permanently rearrange your guts. Every slam of his cock into your makes you see heaven, and Bucky pants over your, his eyes locked onto yours as your face contorts with pleasure.
Heâs not even fucking you like a brat. Heâs fucking you like a doll. He grabs at your limbs and moves them below him like youâre just a sleeve for his dick, and he needs you into just the right spot. One hand fists in your hair, forcing your neck a little up so you can watching your arousal gleam on his cock every time he pulls out. He moans every time he pushes back in, and you watch your cunt swallow his dick whole. A wet, smacking sound filling the room as he drills into you. He bends you even further to kiss over your neck and breasts, his tongue dragging in rhythm with his dick.
You try to clench around him every time he bottoms out, but your head is sort of empty, and now youâre just a drooling pussy around his massive cock, moaning his name and happily milking every bit of pleasure.
âOh- Oooooh-â You mewl, smiling like a cockdrunk idiot at the air. âBuuuucky-â
His mouth presses back over yours, and the kiss is strangely soft. His fucking hasnât slowed or relented, but thereâs a care with how his lips move over yours that makes you feel worshipped.
Thatâs what heâd said heâd do. Worship you. And you can really feel it here.
Bucky draws back, and the hand that had been fisted in your hair moves to your jaw. He squeezes again. You open for him easily, and his lips twitch.
âGood girl.â He coos, even if the words are tighter than before.
He spits into your mouth. You swallow obediantly, and open again when he squeezes your cheeks. Bucky slams forward with a groan, looking like a man wrecked.
âYou fuckinâ like it, donât you-â
âLove it.â You gasp, unable to even think to deny him again. âLove you, Bucky- Oh- Oh my god-â
Bucky makes a ragged, choked sound, and cums almost without warning. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, as he pumps you full of his release. It feels like even more than before. Like youâre going to burst with how full you are, spurts of it still being forced out as Bucky fucks you through. Youâve never felt so totally claimed, with him all over every inch of your skin. He kisses you and you giggle, dazed and almost high on the feeling.
And heâs not even done.
The period of lucidity between orgasms gets shorter before it gets longer. Buckyâs ability to control himself almost vanishes all together. You get a kiss and broken mumble of your name before youâre being flipped back onto your stomach and fucked from behind. There will be handprints on your ass and thighs in the morning, and the sheets are stained with your drool from how Bucky railed you from behind.
Youâre dragged into his lap right after, and he pushes his thumb into your mouth, then ruts up into your gaping cunt. Youâre all moans and ditzy smiles by that point. When rolls you back onto your stomach and sits up on his knees, you just take it with moans and giggles and cries of delight.
He hasnât just ruined you. Heâs pulled you apart a million times over, until youâre just a puddle that sings his name.
You donât even fully realize heâs done, when he kisses pulls out that last time. You whine, and clench around nothing, but expect to get filled right back up.
Then Bucky kisses you, and itâs slow. Savoring and sweet. Romantic. His voice is hoarse, but itâs lost the strained quality. Heâs fully teasing again, smiling against your lips.
âSo soft.â He coos, rubbing your thoroughly abused pussy with his warm hand.
You writhe, trying to get further and closer at the same time. Bucky chuckles, and kisses the corner of your mouth.
âJesus, doll. Youâd think you were the one that got sex drugged.â
You try to glare at him, but forget why the moment you see his pretty eyes, shining on yours.
Theyâre blue again.
âYouâre back?â You breathe, and Bucky grins.
He ducks down, and presses another quick kiss over your lips.
âIâm back.â
 Youâre ordered not to move, while he cleans up. You donât think you could if you tried. Your body is jelly, everything is sore in the best way, and your head is spinning with too many thoughts of what the fuck happened.
You told Bucky you love him. You told Bucky you love him. Youâd never even fully admitted it in your head and he just fucked it right out of you. You said it fast, too fast, he thought you hated him four hours ago and now he must think youâre some kind of freak for just saying you love him.
He makes you drink water and go to the bathroom. Draws you a bath and brings you a snack and changes the sheets. You manage to find the strength to stand out of the tub and dry yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body before shuffling out in the center of his room.
God, heâs so handsome. All tan muscles and scars you want to trace with your tongue. Too bad you fucking blew it, and now youâre never going to get to touch him again-
Bucky turns, and smiles when he sees you. You swallow, bracing for the worst as he crosses the room.
He takes your face between his hands and kisses you. Deep and gentle and maybe he just forgot-
âLove you too.â He says against your lips. âJust- Uh- While weâre saying it.â
Oh.
Or that. Thatâs nice.
You throw everything you have into kissing him back, but end up tackling him down onto the bed with the sudden surge of strength. Bucky chokes out a laugh in surprise, wrestling you over onto your back with kiss and wandering hands. You giggle, trying to push back, and he nips at the tip of your nose.
Then he pauses, and pulls up with a small, worried frown.
âYouâre stayinâ the night, right?â
You almost snort. Thereâs no getting rid of you now. Youâre going to stay forever, and as long as heâll allow after that.
âYeah. Iâm staying.â
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the road stretched endlessly ahead, the hum of the tires filling the silence between you and deadpool. you had your hands on the wheel, gripping it so tightly your knuckles turned white. beside you, wade was sprawled out in the passenger seat, boots propped up on the dash like he owned the place.
it had been quiet for too long, so of course, he had to ruin it.
âso,â wade drawled, stretching. âif they can fix your world, what's the first thing you're gonna do when you get out of here?â
you didnât even look at him. âget some tequila shots. maybe a wiper fluid chaser if iâm feeling reckless.â
he let out a low whistle. âdamn. a woman after my own heart. you trying to impress me? because itâs working.â
âyouâre a low bar.â
âouch. right in my emotionally stunted heart.â he pressed a hand to his chest, feigning pain.
you rolled your eyes, focusing on the road, until something clicked in your brain.
âwaitâŚwhat did you say?â
wade blinked at you. âi said, when we get out of here, whatâs the first thing youâre gonna do?â
âno. no. before that.â
there was a pause. wade hesitated, then muttered, ââŚif they can fix your world?â
your heart stopped. the wheel creaked beneath your fingers.
âwhat do you mean, âifâ?â
he shifted uncomfortably. âi mean⌠yâknowâŚâ
you turned to look at him, and your glare could have burned a hole through his mask.
ââŚyou lied to me.â
wadeâs hands shot up. âno, no, no! i mean-ow, fuck-â
you slammed the brakes. the honda odyssey lurched forward, sending wade crashing into the dashboard with a satisfying thud.
âfuck! my spleen! my second spleen! my third- wait, how many spleens do i have?â
you grabbed him by the collar of his suit, yanking him close until his masked face was inches from yours.
âyou donât have a fucking clue if they can help me fix things, do you?â
âno! i mean-ow-fuck!-â
you slammed him back against the seat.
âyou lied.â
âno! i made an educated wish!â
âan educated wish?â you echoed, voice dripping with venom.
âyes, itâs like an educated guess but with more âplease let this work, universeâ energy!â
you glared at him, chest rising and falling with rage, but he wasnât squirming the way a normal person would be. no, he was looking at you, really looking at you, like he was enjoying this.
you bared your teeth. âyou think this is funny?â
âno.â a beat. ââŚokay, maybe a little.â
your claws popped out, the metallic snikt filling the van. wade let out a low whistle.
âgod, thatâs sexy.â
âshut up.â
you were about to carve his throat out, but then, he pulled something out of his suit. a photo. crumpled, bloodstained. you frowned, staring down at it.
ââŚwhat is this?â
his voice was quieter now. âmy entire world.â
you hesitated. the photo was of a woman, dark-haired, beautiful, smiling up at the camera. vanessa. you recognized her. there were others in the picture, too, faces that meant something to him.
âitâs only nine people,â wade continued, âand i have no idea how to save it alone.â
you felt something in your chest tighten. you hated that.
his voice softened. âi know how to fuck people up for money. but you? you know how to save âem.â
you swallowed. looked away. âi donât know how to save worlds.â
he smirked, head tilting. âno, but you sure as hell know how to ruin a manâs entire f*cking life with just a look. and i gotta say⌠itâs kinda hot.â
you rolled your eyes. âyouâre unbelievable.â
âand yet, here i am, trapped in a minivan with the sexiest murder machine iâve ever met.â
your eyes flickered down to his lips before you could stop yourself.
no. no. absolutely not.
âi should kill youâ you muttered.
âi mean, you could try, but iâd probably moan about it.â
that was it. you swung, but he caught your wrist.
the radio clicked on.
the air shifted. your breath hitched.
then, you both lunged.
the honda odyssey rocked violently as you slammed into each other. claws scraped against fabric. wade was laughing, arms wrapped around your waist as you pinned him down against the seat.
âoh, you dirty bitchâ he groaned, hands sliding down to your hips.
âyou love itâ you shot back.
âi really, really do.â
he flipped you over, but you yanked him back.
he slammed you into the dashboard.
âfuck!â you growl, shaking off the hit. pain flares through your ribs, but itâs already healing. your head snaps up, eyes burning with rage.
wade is sitting in the backseats, chest rising and falling, hands flexing at his sides. his mask is torn, exposing the cockiest fucking smirk youâve ever seen.
he brings up two fingers. flicks them toward himself. a gesture as if to say âcome hereâ.
âi take it all back.â his voice is low, smug, taunting, throwing his head back. âthe honda odyssey fucks hard! too bad we donât, baby.â
your stomach flips.
rage coils in your chest, but itâs not just that, itâs something else. something dangerous. something that makes your breath come faster, your heart slam harder.
you crawl back to him, straddling his lap. you reach for his throat, pressing your claws against his neck, but not enough to cut him.
too close.
his breath is hot against your lips.
his other hand trails down your side, slow, teasing.
his mask was half-torn, revealing his mouth, his scars. His eyes, behind the fabric, were blown wide.
âI should throw you out of this carâ you murmured, but your hands were still gripping his suit.
âIâd just climb back in,â he muttered. âyou mad at me, sweetheart?â his voice is playful.
âyouâre an asshole.â
âyeah, but you like it.â
your heart is hammering.
his mask is half gone, and his lips are right there.
fuck it.
you crash your mouth against his.
wade grunts in surprise but melts into it instantly.
his grip on your hips tightens, his other hand sliding into your hair. his lips are warm, rough, desperate. his teeth graze your bottom lip, and you growl, nipping at his in return.
the kiss turns filthy.
your claws sink into his shoulders. he groans, but presses closer. his hands gripping your hip.
his hand moves from your hair, trailing lower.
dangerously low.
you break away, panting.
his lips are swollen, pink. his eyes are blown wide, pupils dark.
ââŚare we still fighting?â you breathe.
his grin is wicked.
âgod, i hope so.â
and then, heâs kissing you again.
harder. rougher.
his hand grabbed your ass firmly, and squeezed it, pulling you harder against him with a groan that's half pleasure, half pain from your claws.
you rolled your hips against his to tease him. he inhaled sharply as you ground against him, his grip on your ass tightening. a grin spreaded across his face, even as his hips bucked involuntarily to meet yours. you moaned, feeling him hardening under you. one of his hands moves to your jaw, tilting your head for better access as his lips find your neck. he nibbled, sucked, left a mark, knowing it'll heal in seconds with your healing factor.
you kept grinding against him, trying to create some friction where you needed him. he groaned, his hands moving to your hips. he lifted you slightly, adjusting your position so that you're lined up with the bulge in his pants and held you in place, his hips thrusting upward in a slow, teasing rhythm. his breath hitches as you ground against him, his fingers digging into your hips. âshitâŚâ
you reached out for the zipper of your yellow and black suit, pulling it down. his eyes widened, a smirk curling his lips. âwell, somebody's eagerâŚâ he reached up, helping you tug the zipper all the way down. his hands slipped inside, helping you out the suit.
as soon as you undressed yourself, you kissed him again, desperately. he met your desperate kiss with his own. his hands roamed your bare back possessively. one hand slid down to cup your ass again. he boosted you up slightly, then ground up again, making you moan. he swallowed the sound, then broke the kiss, panting heavily. his hands moved to the front of his own pants, quickly undoing them. he shoved them down just enough to free himself. he was already hard.
he grinned wickedly at your hungry gaze âlike what you see, claws?â he teased. without warning, he lifted you and positions you, rubbing the tip teasingly against your entrance. you moaned and pressed yourself more against him.
he groaned at the feeling, his hands gripping your hips tighter. with a swift movement, he thrusted up, entering you in one smooth motion. he stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling. âfuck... you're so tightâŚâ
you started riding him, going up and down slowly, just to annoy him. he tightened his jaw, his fingers digging into your hips again. you were teasing him, with slow, torturous movements. he swallowed a growl. he let you control the rhythm, knowing full well you were trying to drive him crazy.
you smirk and start tracing a line of small wet kisses along his jaw. his breath hitched, the slow ride driving him insane. he tried to maintain control, but it was slipping. his hands slid up your back, gripping your shoulders, trying to make you increase the pace.
âwow so i made you shut your mouth for longer then 2 minutes? recordâ you teased him, whispering it into his ear. he snarled at your teasing, his control snapping. he started thrusting up hard and fast, chasing his release. one hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a brutal kiss. you kissed him back.
he was hitting every right spot inside of you, making you a moaning mess. he felt you tightening around him, your moans spurring him on. his hips thrusted relentlessly, each thrust deliberately aimed at that spot inside you that makes you see stars. âyouâre not teasing anymore, are you?â he teased with a smirk.
âfuck off and keep goingâ you ordered, trying to not sound too desperate, but failing. he chuckled darkly, obeying your order with a renewed vigor. his pace becomes almost punishing, each powerful thrust stirring up those delicious sensations within you. "yes, ma'am" he quipped sarcastically, though his strained voice betrays his own desperation.
you could feel you were close, and by the way your pussy was tightening around his cock he could tell too. his breathing became ragged. one hand moves between you to rub your clit in fast circles, pushing you closer to the edge. "c'mon, claws..." he rasped, knowing exactly what he was doing to you.
âoh fuckâ you cried out loud as you finally reached your orgasm. he growled as he felt you convulse around him, pulling him deeper. his own release was right there, but he wanted more. he kept thrusting, drawing out your release, making you whimper and shudder. "not done"
you were crying out for the overstimulation, everything was so sensitive. he showed no mercy, continuing to thrust into you as you try to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations. his fingers continued their relentless rubbing, pushing you towards another release you were not ready for. "look at meâ. you tried to look at him despite the urge to close your eyes and roll your head back.
his eyes locked onto yours, intense and unyielding. he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed you over the edge again. his hips stuttering as he finally reached his own release inside you. âfuckâ you said out of breath, you were shaking.
he continued to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth as he slowly came down from his high. he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy. "fuck, i love the way you come apart for me..."
âoh shut upâ after a minute or two of silence, you finally gave in. âok, iâll help you save your worldâ
a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, donât be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just for deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, iâm happy to write them <3
summary: in which deadpool is hired to kill you, only to realize you two were once best friends.
based on this request: âFor the request, I wanted a sfw one where Deadpool and the reader character were good friends in high school but drifted apart after graduation. They meet later on where the reader is now a bitter scientist with a facial scar that causes them to wear a mask, and Deadpool was hired to kill them, but he somehow recognizes them. (Bonus points if you could have the reader character also be a mutant that has the ability to replicate themself)â
warnings: none, hurt/comfort
word count: 1.1k
lowercase intended
the first time wade wilson met you, you were both fifteen, sitting in the back of a detention room, trading insults like currency. you were sharp, mean even, but funny. funny enough that he liked you immediately. you were also the only person who could match his wit, who could take whatever nonsense he threw your way and launch it back twice as fast.
you and wade were inseparable for a while, two misfits finding comfort in shared sarcasm and bad decisions. then high school ended. life happened. and somehow, you lost each other.
so itâs a little ironic that the next time wade sees you, heâs supposed to kill you.
âso, whoâs the unlucky bastard this time?â wade asks, flipping the manila folder open. heâs perched on the edge of a rooftop, legs swinging like a kid on a swing set, while weasel leans against the railing, sipping a beer.
âsome scientist,â weasel says, glancing at his phone. âbeen making waves in the mutant community. rumor is theyâve been messing with some high-profile genetics. pissed off the wrong people.â
wade hums, eyes scanning the file. the picture is grainy, security footage most likely, but he can make out the basics-lab coat, dark gloves, a mask covering the lower half of their face.
âooh, mysterious. i like it. any superpowers i should know about? do they explode? teleport? please tell me they explode.â
âthey replicate.â
ââŚcome again?â
âthey can make copies of themselves. like, full-on clones. real bodies, not illusions. makes them a pain in the ass to fight, apparently.â
wade whistles. âhot damn. thatâs kinda cool. and by âcoolâ i mean âdeeply annoying for me.â you know i hate math. having to count how many people iâm fighting? ugh, exhausting.â
âjust get it done, man.â weasel shakes his head. âclientâs paying big for this one.â
breaking into your lab is easy. too easy, honestly, and that should be his first clue. the building is state-of-the-art, all shiny metal and sterile lighting, but the security is laughable. no guards, just a couple of cameras and a keycard system that takes him all of three minutes to bypass.
it almost feels like a trap.
but wadeâs been doing this long enough to know a trap when he sees one, and this? this just feels⌠off.
he creeps through the hallways, twin pistols drawn, until he reaches the main lab. inside, various pieces of high-tech equipment hum softly, monitors displaying streams of data he doesnât understand. and in the middle of it all, hunched over a workstation, is you.
he doesnât recognize you at first. the years have changed you. your hair is shorter, your posture is different, stiffer, more guarded. and then thereâs the mask, sleek and black, covering your face.
but your eyes.
your eyes are the same.
and when you finally glance up, some kind of instinct kicks in, because his brain short-circuits and the only thing he can say is:
âholy shit.â
your eyes narrow, and suddenly there are three of you.
âwho the hell are you?â all three of you ask in unison, voices overlapping in eerie harmony.
wade lets out a low whistle. âokay, that is deeply unsettling. but also kind of hot? no? just me? cool, cool.â
the clones move fast. one of them lunges at him, but wade sidesteps easily, pistol-whipping it in the back of the head. it stumbles but doesnât fall.
âdamn, youâre strong. do you work out?â
another one swings at him, and he ducks, twisting to fire a shot, only for the clone to dissipate into nothing.
âoh, come on,â wade groans. âfake-out clones? thatâs just rude.â
the real you, or at least, the one that doesnât vanish when he swings at it, grabs a scalpel from the desk and slashes at his arm. it cuts through the suit, drawing blood, and wade gasps dramatically.
âbetrayed! by my own high school bestie! this is worse than that time you ate the last slice of pizza during our senior year movie night!â
you freeze. just for a second.
and thatâs all it takes.
âoh my god,â wade breathes, stepping back slightly, lowering his guns. âit is you. holy shit.â
your grip tightens around the scalpel. âhow do you know that?â
âbabe, please. nobody roasts me like you do. itâs a very specific skill set.â
you stare at him for a long moment, then scoff. âwade wilson.â
âthe one and only. except for that one guy in minnesota, but he spells it with a ây,â so he doesnât count.â
you donât laugh. wade thinks that might be the biggest tragedy of the night.
ten minutes later, youâre sitting on a metal table, bandaging wadeâs arm because âif youâre gonna stick around, at least stop bleeding all over my lab.â
the silence is heavy. thick with unspoken things.
âso,â wade finally says. âmask. cool look. very âmysterious anti-hero.ââ
your hands pause for a second. âitâs not for style.â
wade gets it before you even have to explain. the way you wonât meet his eyes. the tension in your shoulders. his voice is softer when he says, âwhat happened?â
âan accident,â you murmur. âlab explosion. i got lucky. but my faceâŚâ you exhale sharply. âitâs not exactly presentable anymore.â
wade is quiet for a moment. then, carefully, he reaches out, gloved fingers brushing against yours.
âyeah, well,â he says, tone deliberately light. âneither is mine.â
you let out a soft, almost bitter laugh.
âbesides,â wade continues, âif i had a dollar for every time someone told me i was hard to look at, iâd have, like, at least twenty bucks. which, for the record, is a lot of times.â
this time, when you look at him, thereâs something gentler in your gaze.
âyouâre still an idiot,â you mutter.
âyeah,â wade agrees, shifting slightly closer. âbut iâm your idiot.â
thereâs a beat of hesitation, just long enough for you to make a choice. then, slowly, carefully, you reach up and pull your mask down.
your scar runs from your cheekbone down to your jaw, healed but unmistakable. wade doesnât flinch. doesnât even blink.
instead, he tilts his head and grins. âbadass. very villainous. ten out of ten.â
you huff a laugh, shaking your head, and before you can think too hard about it, wade leans in and presses his lips to yours.
itâs not dramatic. not a hollywood kiss. just something warm, solid, grounding.
when you pull away, wadeâs grinning like an idiot.
âiâve wanted to do this since high schoolâ he admits, almost fangirling. âso,â he says, âdoes this mean i donât have to kill you?â
you roll your eyes. âjust shut up and kiss me again.â
and he does.
a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, donât be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just for deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, iâm happy to write them <3
could I request a deadpool x reader in whiiiiich the reader and wade are both doing individual missions at the same place, and wade purposely fucks up the reader's mission?
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sixpounder
deadpool (wade wilson) x f!reader
summary: in which deadpool fucks up your mission.
also based on the song âsixpounderâ by children of bodom.
the warehouse reeked of blood and sweat, the scent thick in the air, clinging to the steel beams above. outside, thunder rumbled low in the sky, shaking the ground beneath your boots. lightning flashed through the grime-coated skylights, casting long, jagged shadows against the concrete.
perfect weather for a kill.
you had moved through the building like a ghost, silent, efficient, your target locked in the crosshairs of your mind. sergei antonov. arms dealer, smuggler, and all-around piece of shit. he was somewhere up ahead, holed up in his office behind a few layers of disposable muscle.
this was supposed to be easy.
then you heard it.
gunfire. but not the kind that came from careful, calculated kills. not the clean, methodical shots of a professional.
this was something else.
then a laugh.
his laugh.
you pressed yourself against a crate, your pulse a slow, seething beat as you peeked around the corner.
deadpool.
fucking deadpool.
twisting through the open space like a goddamn maniac, his twin pistols barking in rapid succession, bodies dropping before they could even scream. blood slicked the floor beneath his boots, glistening under the dim, flickering lights.
he was enjoying himself.
your hands tightened around your weapon.
of all the places, of all the jobs, why did it have to be him?
the last guard fell with a wet thud, and then, like he sensed you, wade turned.
his body stilled.
then his head tilted.
âoh, shit,â he said, his voice light with amusement. âyouâre gonna be so mad at me.â
your finger twitched against the trigger. âwhat the fuck are you doing here?â
âsame thing as you, obviously,â he said, holstering one of his pistols and spreading his arms. âdoing crimes. being sexy. looking really good while doing both.â
you barely resisted the urge to pull the trigger. âyouâre fucking up my mission, wilson.â
âoh, câmon, our mission. teamwork makes the dream work, baby.â
âwe are not a team.â
ânot yet.â
you inhaled sharply, forcing down the fire burning through your veins. antonov was still alive, and if he wasnât already making a run for it, he would be soon. you did not have time for this.
you clenched your jaw. âyouâre ruining my fucking job, wilson.â
âruining? or making it more fun?â
his voice was teasing, playful, deliberate.
he wanted to get under your skin. he wanted to watch you snap.
he was toying with you.
you took a slow step forward, the gun still steady in your grip. âyou need to get the fuck out of my way.â
he exhaled a low whistle, cocking his head. âor what? you gonna shoot me?â
âdonât fucking tempt me.â
âoh, baby,â he purred, taking a step of his own. âi am begging you to try.â
the air between you was thick, electric, charged with something dark and unrelenting.
you could feel it in the way his body coiled, in the way his hands flexed at his sides, like he was ready for a fight. like he wanted one.
then he lifted his pistol and fired
not at you.
not at the remaining guards.
but at the security panel on the far wall.
alarms erupted through the warehouse.
red warning lights flashed, metal shutters slamming down over the exits. the whole place was in lockdown.
your mission was officially fucked.
you turned back to him, your fury cold and sharp.
âare you fucking kidding me?â
wade let out a low laugh. âoh, youâre really mad now, huh?â
before you could stop yourself, you moved.
you slammed him back against the nearest crate, gun digging into his ribs, your other hand fisting the fabric of his suit.
he let you.
his body went still beneath your touch, his breath slow, measured.
then-
âfuck,â he whispered, voice rough. âthatâs hot.â
your grip tightened. âyou just cost me my goddamn payday.â
âyeah,â he murmured, âbut look how close we are right now.â
his voice dripped with amusement, but his body betrayed him.
his chest rose and fell a little too quickly. his hands, now resting lightly on your hips, twitched, like he was barely holding himself back.
you pressed the barrel of your gun harder against his ribs.
âgive me one good reason i shouldnât kill you right now.â
his head tilted, his grin slow.
âbecause you donât want to.â
you hated that he was right.
you pulled your knife from its sheath in one quick motion, pressing it against his throat, just under his jaw.
he inhaled sharply.
âfuckâ he groaned, his head falling back against the crate. âfuck.â
your breathing was ragged, your body thrumming with something dangerous, something that had been there for far too long, always on the edge, always threatening to spill over.
this game between you had never been simple.
it had always been fire and gasoline, violence laced with something deeper, something unstoppable.
âtell meâ he rasped, voice lower now, rougher, âwhat are you going to do now?â
you didnât think.
you didnât hesitate.
in one swift motion you let your weapons fall to the ground and you you lifted his mask, revealing only half of his face, his lips.
he crashed his lips against yours. the tension that had been smoldering for so damn long erupted.
the kiss was violent, all teeth and desperation, a clash of fury and heat. wade groaned into it, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pulling you against him like he wanted to devour you whole.
you barely registered the knife slipping from your fingers, your focus narrowing to the way his mouth moved against yours, hungry, reckless, starving.
his back hit the crate again as you pushed into him, your nails scraping against the torn fabric of his suit, dragging him closer.
âthis doesnât mean i forgive youâ you murmured against his lips, breathless.
his grin was sharp. âoh, sweetheart, we both know youâre gonna make me earn that.â
wade groaned into the kiss, his hands gripping your hips like he needed to anchor himself or risk losing control completely. his fingers dug into you, pulling you closer, pressing you against him in a way that left no space, no room for hesitation, no room for anything but this fire that had been threatening to consume you both for too fucking long.
his mouth was desperate, hungry, moving against yours with a force that was almost violent. teeth clashed, lips bruised, tongues tangling in a brutal push and pull. it wasnât sweet. it wasnât gentle. it was raw, untamed, a battle in its own right.
you barely realized when it was your back that hit the crates now, the cold steel digging into your spine as wade caged you in, his breath heavy, his hands never still, trailing up your sides, sliding under the hem of your shirt, rough fingertips skimming over bare skin.
âfuck,â he rasped against your lips. âfuck, iâve wanted this for so fucking long.â
your nails raked down his chest, catching on the torn fabric of his suit. âthen shut up and enjoy it while you canâ
a growl rumbled deep in his throat, and then he did.
his mouth was everywhere, along your jaw, down your throat, nipping, sucking, marking. he tore at your clothes like they were an inconvenience, like he needed you now and couldnât stand the barriers between you.
and you were just as desperate.
your hands yanked at his suit, fingers slipping under the fabric, finding warm skin, feeling the muscle beneath. his body was riddled with scars, imperfections, the rough evidence of his past written across his flesh and you wanted to feel all of it.
his teeth scraped against your collarbone, and you gasped, arching into him.
âshitâ you breathed.
he chuckled darkly, his lips trailing lower. his hands gripped your thighs, lifting you with zero effort, pressing you harder against the crate as his body slotted perfectly against yours. the heat between you was unbearable, the friction setting every nerve on fire.
you tugged his head back by the fabric of his mask, forcing his gaze to meet yours. his chest was heaving, his pupils blown wide, his mouth red and swollen from kissing you like a man starved.
âthis doesnât change anythingâ you murmured, your nails digging into his shoulders.
he smirked. âbullshit.â
you bit his lip in retaliation, and he groaned, his fingers tightening around your thighs.
and then he kissed you again, and this time, there was no stopping, no hesitation, no restraint.
his hand raised up your thigh, until it finally arrived to cup your pussy. his fingers grazing it.
your rolled your hips against his hand, trying to create more friction, you needed it. he noticed it and smirked. he quickly undid your pants and slipped his fingers inside your panties. he started circling your clit while he kissed you, his other hand squeezing your ass. as he did that you pressed your thigh against his now visible erection,he groaned. âfuck youâre killing me like thisâ
you smirked and kept teasing him. you loved it.
you couldnât wait anymore and in one swift motion you got rid of your pants, and sat on the crates. he quickly pulled down his bottom and boxers and you pulled him closer wrapping your legs around his hips.
at first he was just teasing you, rubbing his length against your clit and between your folds, you moaned.
âstop fucking teasing meâ you ordered, you couldnât take it anymore, not after all the tension that you two built up during the years youâve known each other.
âyouâre so needy, arenât you?â he teased.
âyouâre not going to shut up, are you?â you answered annoyed.
âno, not when iâm awakeâ and with that, he was inside you. he pushed his cock inside of you, making a loud moan escape from your mouth, you werenât expecting it, but you liked it.
he started moving inside you, gripping the sides of the crate under you. you pulled his face closer to yours cupping his cheeks with your hands, and you kissed him again, hungrily. you moaned again.
âstill wanna blame me for the mission? go aheadâ he said, knowing damn well that every word out of your mouth would turn into a moan.
âoh fuckâ you moaned, you wanted to say it was his fault, just to get under his skin but you wouldnât even be able to form a whole sentence. he kept hitting that one spot inside of you that made your eyes roll to the back of your head and wish that this moment lasted forever.
with one hand he started rubbing your clit, just to get you exactly how he wanted you to be: a moaning, desperate mess. just for him.
he could sense that you were about to cum by the way your pussy started clenching around his cock, more and more. with one last thrust deep inside you, you could feel him cum, and that was enough to reach your orgasm too. you cried out, muffling your moans against his lips. he smirked at you.
âfuck, you keep doing shit like that, and i might just fall in love.â
âyou already didâ you shot back, breathless.
his head tilted, his grin wicked. âoh, sweetheart, you know i did.â
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summary: in which you and pietro maximoff go undercover as a married couple, your mutual hatred simmering beneath forced smiles and lingering touches. but when the mission turns chaotic, tension ignites, and in the heat of escape, neither of you can resist whatâs been building all night.
warnings: mature content mdni (unprotected sex, oral f receiving) enemies to lovers, language.
words count: 3.3k
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the ballroom was suffocatingly opulent, gold chandeliers glinting off crystal glasses, the murmur of conversation laced with greed and danger. you tugged at the delicate lace of your gown, suppressing the urge to adjust the wedding ring on your finger. it felt heavy, unnatural. and not just because it wasnât real.
âstop fidgeting, dragÄ meaâ pietro murmured in your ear, his accent curling around the pet name with practiced ease. his hand settled on your lower back, fingers pressing just hard enough to make you stiffen.
you tilted your head up at him, keeping the picture-perfect facade of a loving wife, even as you dug your nails into his arm. âtouch me like that again and iâll break those fingers.â
pietro grinned, far too entertained by your irritation. âthat is no way to speak to your husband, love.â
the word dripped with mockery, and you bit back a scathing retort. instead, you let your lips part in a soft smile, eyes heavy-lidded as you trailed a finger down the lapel of his suit. âthen act like a husband,â you purred. âand stop eye-fucking every blonde in this room.â
his grip on your waist tightened, just for a fraction of a second. âjealous already?â
you leaned in, so close your lips nearly brushed his. âiâd have to want you for that, maximoff.â
he chuckled lowly, shifting just enough that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. âliar.â
you inhaled sharply, about to throw something equally venomous back, when a sharp ding rang through the room. the auction was beginning.
the act continued as you both took your seats near the front. pietro played the part of the arrogant, entitled buyer well, legs spread lazily, fingers drumming against your thigh as if he owned you. every time you shifted to brush him off, his grip would tighten. a silent challenge. a reminder.
you retaliated with lingering touches of your own, fingertips dragging over the back of his hand as you leaned in to whisper into his ear, voice honey-sweet. âtry not to make it so obvious how much youâre enjoying this.â
pietro turned his head, his lips a breath away from yours, blue eyes flickering dark with something unreadable. âoh, iâm enjoying this?â his voice dropped to a whisper, teasing and taunting. âyouâre the one breathing a little heavier every time i touch you.â
you scoffed, rolling your eyes, but you knew he was right. the heat simmering between you two had been building all night, long before tonight, if you were honest with yourself.
as the bidding began, pietro leaned back in his chair, arm draped casually around your shoulders. âstay closeâ he murmured, the romanian words for my wife sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. âwouldnât want anyone getting the wrong idea.â
âoh?â you mused, turning your head to graze your lips against his jaw, just to see if heâd flinch. âand what idea would that be?â
his smirk was pure sin. âthat you belong to anyone but me.â
your heart stuttered. you hated him. hated the way he could flip the game on you so effortlessly. hated that, right now, you werenât entirely sure where the act ended and something real began.
the auction concluded. the stolen s.h.i.e.l.d. weapon was yours. and then, everything went to hell.
gunfire rang through the ballroom. guests screamed, overturning tables in their rush to flee. you and pietro moved in sync, slipping away in the chaos. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you through a side door into a dimly lit hallway.
he didnât stop until he had you pressed against the cool marble wall, one hand braced beside your head, the other still gripping your wrist. his breathing was heavy, his body too close, his heat searing against your skin.
you tried to focus, to ignore the way your pulse betrayed you. âyou-â
âyou drive me insaneâ pietro growled, cutting you off.
you blinked, momentarily stunned. âexcuse me?â
his fingers traced a slow path up your arm, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. âyou think i havenât noticed the way you tease me? the way you love making me jealous?â his lips ghosted over your jaw, and you hated how easily your breath hitched.
you forced a smirk, tilting your chin up defiantly. âjealous? please.â
he huffed a laugh, then suddenly, so fast you barely registered it, he grabbed your hand and pressed it against his chest, right over his racing heart. âtell me thatâs not the reason yours is doing the same thing.â
your fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt. damn him. damn him for being right.
the tension that had been building between you for months snapped like a live wire.
you surged forward at the same time he did, mouths colliding in a desperate, bruising kiss. it wasnât soft. it wasnât sweet. it was a war, a clash of teeth and tongues, hands roaming, bodies pressing together as if you could erase the distance that had existed for far too long.
pietro groaned against your lips, one hand slipping to your thigh, hoisting it up to press closer against him. âtell me to stopâ he murmured, but it wasnât a challenge this time, it was a plea.
your head was spinning, your heart hammering. âdonât you dare.â
his responding smirk was wicked as he kissed you again, deeper this time, slower, because he knew now. knew that, despite all the arguing, despite all the teasing and venomous words, this had been inevitable.
and neither of you wanted to stop.
you pushed him inside the elevator next to you and once the doors closed you blocked both of you inside, so you could have more privacy.
as the elevator doors slid shut, pietroâs back hit the cool metal wall with a soft thud. you pressed against him, your hands tangling in his hair, deepening the kiss. the small space felt electric, charged with the pent-up energy of months of unspoken desires and heated arguments.
your desperation ignited something dark and hungry in him. his hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer as he kissed you back with equal fervor. the elevator walls seemed to close in around you, intensifying the moment.
your body was pressed against his while you pushed him more towards the elevator wall.
âfuck,â he gasped against your lips when his back hit the wall, one hand sliding down to grip your ass while the other fisted in your hair. your aggression was driving him crazy. âyouâre not very subtle about what you want, are you?â he murmured between messy kisses.
âshut upâ you answered, annoyed.
he laughed softly, taking your jaw in one hand and deepening the kiss again. your body was flush against his, one thigh snaked between his legs. he hardened against you, causing you to bite his lower lip.
âdamnâ he hissed, hips bucking slightly, seeking friction.
in that moment, he flipped the situation. now you were the one pushed against the wall, and he was the one pressing his body against yours. he caged you in with his arms on either side of your head. his kisses became more dominating, his hands roaming possessively over your body. âi think i like when youâre quiet.â
âif you keep talking, i swear iâll punch you,â you warned him.
he was so annoying, but you kinda liked it. he smirked against your lips, clearly enjoying the fact that you were threatening violence but still keeping quiet.
âoh, how tempting,â he murmured, his hands sliding down your sides, his thumbs brushing over your peaks. âmaybe i will make you lose your temper then.â
you found it so frustrating how he annoyed you so much you actually wanted him. you didnât know what annoyed you the most, if it was the fact he never shut up, or that he kept teasing you, or maybe it was the fact that you loved when he did those things.
he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered teasingly, âyou know, for someone who claims to hate my mouth so much, you sure seem to enjoy kissing it.â
his lips quirked into a smug grin as he pulled back slightly to gauge your reaction.
you rolled your hips against his, enjoying how fast this little action made him stop teasing you. you smirked at him.
his eyes narrowed, his smirk turning into a full-blown grin as he realized you were using physical contact to shut him up. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him again. âyou think youâre clever, donât you?â
âoh yes, i am, basing myself on how quickly it worked and made you shut upâ you teased.
he threw his head back and laughed, his body relaxing. his hands squeezed your ass softly.
âyou know what your problem is?â he teased back, his voice lowering again. âyou either want to kill me orâŚâ he paused deliberately, smirking again. âspread your legs for me.â
âoh shut up, like you donât feel the same way about meâ you teased, rolling your hips against his again.
he smiled widely, pressing against you more firmly.
âof course i fucking do,â he admitted shamelessly. âsee the problem here, love? neither of us wants to back down. i spend all day wanting to shut you up, then thinking about shutting you up by fucking you instead.â
âthen? whatâs it gonna be now? will you make me shut up, or will you fuck me?â you teased with a smirk on your face, getting closer to him.
his pupils dilated at your words, clearly enjoying this little dirty banter between you two. his smirk was predatory now as he leaned down to whisper in your ear. âboth.â
his hands snaked around to grab your thighs, holding you up as if you weighed nothing and pressing you against the wall. the only difference now was that your legs were wrapped around him, and also your arms.
pietroâs kiss became harder, more urgent, reflecting your desperation. his hands dug into your thighs as he ground against you, letting you feel just how much he needed this too.
you moaned.
he broke the kiss abruptly, breathing heavily. pietroâs eyes rolled back slightly at the sound of your moan, his grip on your thighs tightening. he buried his face in your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin there.
âfuck, i canât wait to hear how you sound when iâm inside youâ he growled.
soft whimpers and little moans kept escaping your mouth because of his actions and words. you never wanted him and hated him this much at the same time. he was making you lose your mind.
pietro smirked against your neck as he felt your body shudder with each nip and grind. he loved reducing you to these desperate little noises, seeing you unravel.
âmmm, youâre so fucking responsiveâ he murmured, voice low and husky.
âshut up and kiss meâ you ordered, crushing your lips against his again.
pietro groaned into the kiss, not needing to be told twice. his lips moved urgently against yours, tongue thrusting past to claim your mouth thoroughly. one hand slid into your hair, tilting your head for a better angle as he kissed you with weeksâ worth of pent-up frustration and lust.
he ground harder against you, his erection pressing firmly against your core. he knew exactly what he was doing, driving you wild with every movement. he broke the kiss just enough to whisper against your lips, âis this what you want? you want me to fuck you right here, right now?â
âyeahâ you smirked.
his smirk matched yours, and he pressed his forehead against yours for a moment, breathing heavily.
âfucking hellâ he muttered, then kissed you again, even more fiercely than before. his hands gripped your thighs tighter, positioning you so that his erection rubbed against your clit with each movement.
âfuck, thereâs too much clothesâ you commented, getting back on your feet and starting to undo his tie.
he watched you unravel his tie, then your quick fingers started to unbutton his shirt. he helped you push it off his shoulders, then your fingers moved to his belt.
he smirked. âyouâre way too good at this. how many guys have you undressed?â he teased.
you scoffed. âfuck off.â
he chuckled, his eyes never leaving yours as you worked on his belt. once it was undone, he helped you push down his pants. he stood before you, with just his boxers on.
âbetter?â he smirked, stepping closer to you again.
âmuch betterâ you started to unzip your dress.
his eyes followed your movements intently, darkening with desire as more of your skin was revealed. once your dress pooled at your feet, leaving you in just a lacy bra and panties, he let out a low whistle. âfuck, youâre stunning.â
âi knowâ you sarcastically rolled your eyes, then leaned in to kiss him again, softer this time.
he laughed at your attitude, pulling you close with one arm wrapped firmly around your waist. âcocky little thing, arenât you?â
his hand trailed down your spine to unhook your bra. as soon as it joined your dress on the floor, he cupped your breasts possessively, palming their weight. he broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, nuzzling between them.
âpanties next?â he asked, his voice muffled against your collarbone.
you nodded desperately.
he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. he knelt down in front of you, helping you step out of them. once you were completely bare, he pressed a soft kiss to your pubic bone, looking up at you with a heated gaze.
you looked down at him, the sight was heavenly, his big blue eyes watching you made him look like an angel, but what he was about to do was the complete opposite.
he smirked, knowing exactly what you were thinking. he spread your thighs slightly with his broad shoulders, his eyes dropping to your core. "god, you're already wet."
âoh so now youâre acting like itâs not your faultâ you teased.
he chuckled darkly, leaning in to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your center. his tongue swiped through your folds, tasting you deeply. He looked up at you with a smirk. "oh no, i know it is my fault. I love reducing you to a needy mess."
you moaned and He licked you again, his tongue firm and purposeful as it glided over your clit. he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you crazy. he kept eye-contact, watching as your eyes fluttered shut and your head fell back, a long, low moan escaping your throat.
he knew you liked it. He could feel your legs trembling as he hooked your thighs over his shoulders, opening you up completely to his mouth. he curled his fingers into your thighs possessively as he continued to lick and suck at your most intimate flesh. "look at me,"
âfuckâ you moaned, you were trying so hard to keep your eyes open and look at him, but the pleasure was too much.
he smirked at your inability to maintain eye contact, knowing exactly how good he was making you feel. he slipped one finger inside you, then another, pumping slowly while he licked circles around your clit.
âoh my god pietroâ you moaned. you wish you never had said that. you moaned his name. you never called him that, it was always âmaximoffâ or sometimes to tease him you also called him âsonic the hedgehogâ, just to get on his nerves, but never pietro.
His eyes snapped up to yours at the sound of his name on your lips. âwhat did you call me?â A smug smile spread across his face as he continued to finger you slowly, his tongue never stopping its torture on your clit. "again," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "say my name again."
âpietroâ you moaned again.
his breath caught at the sound, and he redoubled his efforts, wanting to hear you say it again. his fingers curved upward to stroke that sensitive spot inside you while his tongue flicked rapidly against your clit. "fucking hell... say it one more time"
âpietroâ you whispered into his ear âfuck me⌠pleaseâ
a shudder ran through him at your whispered plea. In one fluid motion, he stood, scooping you up and laying you on the floor of the elevator, over your clothes. he quickly took off his boxers freeing his hard erection. "that's what I like to hear" he growled, positioning himself between your thighs.
his blue eyes were locked onto yours as he slowly pushed inside you, filling you completely. He paused, allowing you to feel the fullness of him inside you before slowly pulling back and thrusting forward again. he kept his pace slow and deep, his eyes never leaving yours.
âfuck-â you moaned as he pushed into you. he placed a hand on the wall of the elevator for support as he continued to move inside you, his hips rolling in a slow, sensual rhythm. he leaned in closer, his voice husky as he whispered in your ear. "god, you're perfect."
you locked your legs around his hips, pressing him more againt you, and making him thrust faster. a low moan parted his lips as you locked your legs around him, urging him deeper. he obliged, his hips snapping forward with increased fervor. the elevator shook slightly with the force of his thrusts, adding a thrilling sensation to your passionate encounter. "fuck, yes..."
he was making you a fucking moaning mess, he was hitting every right spot repeatedly, you were trying your best to not scream his name out loud.
he could feel you getting tighter around him as you tried to muffle your moans, his name on the tip of your tongue. he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you even closer as he pounded into you, his face burying in your neck. "say it"
âoh my god pietroâ you cried out. âfaster!â
he growled against your neck, his fingers digging into your back as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you so hard and fast. he could feel you getting closer, your nails digging into his back, urging him on. your pussy started tightening around his cock. his breath hitched as he felt you tighten around him, knowing you were close. he thrust once, twice more, hitting that perfect spot inside you. "fuck, you're going to make me cum..." his voice was ragged, breathless, as he fucked you harder, faster.
with a loud moan you finally came, reaching the high you were chasing, it all felt too good. He let out a deep, guttural groan as you tightened around him, pulling him over the edge with you. he came hard, filling you. he continued to thrust through your orgasm, drawing out every last moment of pleasure for both of you. "holy fuck... ". he collapsed on top of you, his body heavy and sated, his face nuzzled against your neck. he could feel your heart racing against his chest, matching his own erratic beat. he slowly lifted his head to look at you, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. "you okay?"
âfuck yeah, more then okâ you chuckled. he chuckled softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before rolling off of you and pulling you into his side. "we should probably get out of here before someone catches usâ.
âyeah we should, and tonyâs still waiting for usâŚâ you said sitting up. he sat up with you, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "damn, tony's going to know something happenedâ he muttered, buttoning up his pants. "he always does."
a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, don't be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, it can be of any marvel character or more, i'm happy to write them <3
summary: in which wade returns, seeking forgiveness, and despite your doubts, you let him in.
(based on the song âstill loving youâ by scorpions)
warnings: none, fluff
word count: 1.3k
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rain streaked down the windowpane in uneven rivulets, casting shifting, broken patterns against the dim light of your apartment. the soft hum of the city was muffled by the storm, a distant echo of life moving on without you.
you hated nights like this.
nights where the silence was suffocating, where the memories were louder than any sound.
where you couldnât stop thinking about him.
it had been weeks since wade wilson had been in your life, but his absence still lingered in every corner of your apartment. the dent in your couch from where he used to throw himself down dramatically after a long day. the stupid cereal he insisted on keeping in your cabinetâsome limited-edition sugar bomb with a cartoon mascot that he swore was âa crucial part of his well-balanced deadpool diet.â even now, you couldnât bring yourself to throw it away.
loving wade had never been easy. he was reckless, infuriating, and utterly incapable of taking anything seriously. but he had also been yours. the man who made you laugh even on your worst days. the man who held you through your fears, whispering ridiculous reassurances in the dark.
and the man who had broken your heart.
you had trusted him. believed in him. but wade, in true wade fashion, had thrown that trust away like it meant nothing.
when you found out about the job, the suicide mission he had agreed to take without telling you, it had nearly destroyed you.
not just because it was dangerous. not just because it meant he might never come back.
but because he hadnât trusted you enough to tell you.
because he had made the choice alone, as if you werenât part of his life. as if you werenât supposed to be the one he leaned on.
so you left.
you had walked out that night, ignoring his calls, his texts, the knocks at your door.
and then, as if the universe was mocking you, there was another knock.
your breath caught.
you knew that knock.
soft at first, then a pause. then another, like he wasnât sure if he had the right to be here.
wade.
your hands clenched into fists at your sides. you should ignore it. you should pretend you werenât home. but your feet moved before your brain could catch up, leading you to the door.
you hesitated for a long moment before finally unlocking it and pulling it open.
and there he was.
wade wilson, standing in the rain, mask off, looking more lost than you had ever seen him.
his usually sharp, cocky expression was gone, replaced by something raw and broken. he looked exhausted, like he hadnât slept in days. the rain had soaked through his suit, his hair a mess, water dripping down his scarred face.
and in his hand, he held a single red rose. slightly crushed, like he had been gripping it too tightly.
you exhaled sharply, crossing your arms. âreally? a flower? what, no dramatic love confession from the fire escape?â
a ghost of a smile flickered across his lips, but it didnât reach his eyes. âthought about it. but, yâknow, my luck, iâd slip and break my ass before i even got to the good part.â
you huffed out a breath, somewhere between frustration and reluctant amusement.
then, silence. heavy. unspoken words pressing between you like a weight neither of you knew how to lift.
finally, wade sighed, shifting on his feet. âcan i come in?â
you didnât answer right away. you should say no. you should close the door, walk away, pretend this wasnât breaking you all over again.
but you stepped aside.
wade hesitated, then slipped inside, his presence filling the space like he had never left.
in the background you could hear the song playing on the tv.
[if we'd go again
all the way from the start]
he looked around, his gaze lingering on the familiar corners of your apartment,the couch, the kitchen, the tiny details that had once made up your shared life.
then he turned back to you, exhaling slowly.
âi fucked upâ he admitted, voice hoarse.
you crossed your arms tighter. âyeah. you did.â
he swallowed hard, nodding. âi thought i was doing the right thing. that if i took that job, if i got away, iâd be keeping you safe. because thatâs what i do, right? ruin everything i touch?â he let out a bitter chuckle. âso i figured iâd beat you to the punch. push you away before i could hurt you worse.â
your throat tightened. âand how did that work out for you?â
his lips pressed into a thin line. âi lost you.â
the words hung between you, heavy and sharp.
you turned away, staring out the window, watching the raindrops race down the glass. âyou didnât even let me in, wade. you didnât trust me enough to make that decision together.â
âi know.â his voice was barely above a whisper.
you closed your eyes. âand now? you think you can just show up, say sorry, and itâll all be okay?â
âno,â he admitted. âi donât expect that. i donât expect you to forgive me. hell, i donât even know if i deserve it. but i do know that i canât keep living like this.â
he took a slow step closer.
âi canât keep waking up in a bed that doesnât smell like you. i canât keep pretending that i donât look for you in every goddamn crowd. i canât keep going through the motions, cracking jokes, acting like iâm fine, when the truth is⌠iâm not.â his voice broke slightly. âbecause i still love you. i never stopped.â
your chest ached.
you wanted to be angry. you wanted to throw his words back in his face, tell him it wasnât enough.
but part of you still loved him, too.
and that was the worst part.
you turned to face him, your eyes searching his. âwhat if i canât trust you again, wade?â
he swallowed, stepping even closer, until he was right in front of you. his gloved fingers lifted, hovering near your cheek, hesitant, like he was afraid to touch you.
âthen let me earn it,â he murmured. âno shortcuts. no quick fixes. iâll fight for you. for us. as long as it takes.â
your breath hitched.
you wanted to believe him.
and when his fingers finally brushed against your cheek, rough and warm and so painfully familiar, you didnât pull away.
instead, you leaned into his touch, just a little.
his breath shuddered. âtell me thereâs a chanceâ he whispered.
you hesitated, heart pounding.
then, finally, you whispered, âthereâs a chance.â
a broken, shaky exhale of relief left his lips. and when he leaned in, slow, careful, giving you every chance to stop him, you didnât.
his lips brushed against yours, tentative at first, as if he was afraid this was a dream that would slip through his fingers.
but the second you kissed him back, he melted into you, wrapping his arms around you like a drowning man clinging to solid ground.
then, it wasnât soft. it wasnât hesitant. it was desperate, needy, like he was terrified that if he didnât hold onto you now, he would lose you forever.
his hands came up to cup your face, fingers trembling against your skin. he kissed you like a man starved, like he had been dying for this, like you were oxygen and he had been suffocating without you.
you gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, pressing you back against the wall, his body flush against yours. heat pooled in your stomach as his hands slid down your sides, gripping you like he couldnât bear to let go.
âiâm still loving you,â he whispered against your skin, his breath hot, reverent. âand iâll keep proving it. every damn day.â
and as his lips claimed yours again, you let yourself believe him.
it wasnât perfect
it wasnât a promise,
but ur was a start.
and for now, it was enough.
a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, don't be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just for deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, i'm happy to write them <3
deadpool (wade wilson) x ftm!reader (female to male)
summary: In which Wade Wilson proves heâs more than just wisecracks and violence, heâs yours, completely.
based on this request by â¨anon: âHello again! Thank you for answering my question about requests! I would like to request some Deadpool x ftm!reader if that's okay? Preferably some soft smut, praise kink for both reader and wade (because he def has one)â
i hope you like it, let me know if i missed something or if you wanted something different and iâll fix it, luv u <3
warnings: mature content mdni (unprotected sex, oral m receiving)
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you werenât sure when, exactly, wade wilson had wormed his way under your skin. maybe it was the first time he made you laugh so hard you choked on your drink, or maybe it was the way he never looked at you like you were anything other than you.
not âdifferent.â not something to figure out. not anything other than exactly who you were.
and for someone like wade, someone who had spent so much time being reduced to nothing more than scars and weapons, it meant something that he saw you and liked what he saw.
it hadnât been easy.
not because of him, if anything, wade had been surprisingly cool about everything from the second you met. but opening up to someone, trusting them with all the parts of you that felt like jagged edges? that had taken time.
wade, though⌠wade made things easier. he never treated you like you were fragile, never made you feel like you had something to prove. when you told him your name, he used it without hesitation. when you mentioned you were trans, he barely blinked, just nodded and said, âcool, you want the rest of my chimichanga?â
and somehow, in between the wisecracks and the gratuitous violence, you had fallen for him.
hard.
tonight, you were in his safe house, sprawled across his couch, watching as he peeled off his mask.
his suit was still zipped up, but his expression was softer than usual, his usual cocky smirk giving way to something warmer.
âyâknow,â he said, tossing the mask aside, âi was thinking about something earlier.â
âdangerousâ you teased.
âtrue,â he admitted, leaning back on the couch, arm draped over the backrest behind you. âbut hear me out, youâre kind of my favorite person.â
your heart did something stupid in your chest. you rolled your eyes, trying to play it cool. âkind of?â
he smirked. âokay, fine. definitely. top-tier. s-tier boyfriend material. the best thing to ever happen to me since discovering taco trucks.â
âhigh praiseâ you murmured, but your fingers were already fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, heart hammering against your ribs.
âi mean it,â he said, voice dropping slightly. then, more hesitant. âcan i kiss you?â
your breath hitched, but you nodded.
wade never did anything halfway.
his lips crashed against yours, rough and eager, but there was something desperate beneath it. like he had wanted this for a long time but had been waiting for you to be ready.
you sighed into his mouth, and that was all it took. his hands found your waist, tugging you closer, pulling you against him until you were practically in his lap.
âfuck,â he muttered, breaking the kiss just long enough to look at you. âyouâre so fucking hot.â
you let out a breathless laugh.
his hands skimmed up under your shirt, not rushing, not pushing, just touching, fingers brushing against the scars on your chest like they were something sacred.
âthis is perfect,â he murmured against your lips, fingers tracing along your skin, slow and reverent. âyouâre perfect.â
heat curled in your stomach, a mix of something emotional and deeply physical.
âyou tell me if you want me to stopâ he murmured, voice quieter now.
your heart clenched.
this, this was why you loved him.
not just the teasing, the flirting, the wisecracks. but because underneath it all, wade cared.
âiâll tell youâ you promised.
his lips curved into something softer before he kissed you again, slower this time, like he wanted to memorize the way you felt.
his hands moved lower, gripping your hips, his touch firm but careful.
âyouâre so fucking good,â he murmured, voice rough, dragging his lips down the line of your jaw. âso good for me.â
the praise sent a full-body shiver down your spine, heat pooling in your stomach.
his breath was warm against your throat, fingers skimming lower, dipping just beneath your waistband.
âcan i keep going?â he murmured, voice barely more than a breath.
âpleaseâ you exhaled.
his smirk returned, dark and pleased, before he shifted, pressing you back against the couch.
âyouâre gonna be so good for meâ he murmured against your skin, voice full of heat and promise.
and then he showed you just how much he meant it.
wade kissed back hungrily, a low groan rumbling in his throat as his tongue tangled with yours. His hands slid under your shirt, and he took it off. he looked at you, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin of your flat chest. he broke the kiss, panting slightly, a wicked gleam in his eye. âyou are beautifulâ
you kissed him again and he kissed you back. hungrily, a low groan rumbling in his throat as his tongue tangled with yours. his hands slid under your shirt, and he took it off. he looked at you, his fingertips grazing the smooth skin of your flat chest. he broke the kiss, panting slightly, a wicked gleam in his eye. âyou are beautifulâ
âyou areâ you said reaching for the zip of his deadpool suit. he let out a low chuckle at your compliment, you could tell he liked it. then he gasped as your fingers found the zip of his suit. "easy there...â his breath caught in his throat as the tight black and red fabric peeled away, revealing his muscular scarred chest. "fuckâŚâ
you pulled him closer and kissed him again, but it was more passionate this time. his arms wrapped around you tightly as the kiss deepened, his heart pounding in his chest. he could feel yours beating against his own, your bare chest pressed against his. he moaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, tracing the lines of your muscles. âoh fuck baby..â
he kissed you more and more passionately, your teeth clicking together in your haste. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your pants, tugging at them urgently. he broke the kiss to pull off his own bottoms, kicking them aside carelessly. âneed you so fucking bad...â
âi need you tooâ you moaned. he wrapped his legs around yours, pulling you closer until you were entangled, his body pressed against yours. he nuzzled his face into your neck, kissing and biting gently. "you're gonna make me lose it before we even start..."
âyeah?â you asked him teasingly.
he growled possessively, his hands roaming over your backside possessively. he looked up at you, his eyes filled with lust and frustration. "you're trying to make me snap, aren't you?" he accused, his fingers digging into your skin.
âmaybe i amâ you said kissing his neck. the trail of kisses goes down and down, his chest, his stomach and finally, just above his boxers. you take them down
he sucked in a sharp breath as you trailed kisses down his body, his abs tensing under your touch. When you reached the waistband of his boxers, he lifted his hips to help you slide them off. Hehe looked down at you, eyes dark with desire. "fucking hell..."
you looked right into his eyes as you started stroking his cock. he watched you intently as you wrapped your fingers around him, his breathing growing heavier and heavier. he bit his lower lip to keep from moaning too loudly, his hips bucking slightly under your touch. his eyes flicked down to where your hand was, then back up to your eyes.
after teasing him a little bit more, you leaned on him, you took his cock into your mouth and started sucking. he threw his head back with a deep, guttural moan, his hips lifting slightly to push himself deeper into your mouth. your lips felt like heaven, your tongue like heaven sent. he laced his fingers through your hair, his grip tightening as you sucked harder, taking him deeper. "jesus..." he let out a series of ragged breaths, his body tensing as you continued to pleasure him. he looked down at you, his eyes filled with raw desire and admiration. "baby... if you keep doing that, i'm not gonna last..." he warned, his voice strained with (maximum) effort. (a/n: sorry i had to)
âyouâre such a good boy, i think you can take two orgasmsâ you teased and the went back on sucking his cock, harder this time.
he let out a choked groan, his hips bucking wildly as you took him deeper and harder. his fingers tightened in your hair, not to guide you but because he was losing control. he panted heavily, trying to hold back the impending orgasm. "fuck... fuck... you're gonna kill me..."
with a loud, muffled shout, he came undone, his entire body shaking as he spilled into your mouth, you swallowed. he was right on the edge of consciousness, his vision blurring. when you kept sucking, he whimpered, his spent body sensitive and overstimulated. "baby... please..."
âfuck me wadeâ you whispered into his ear. his eyes snapped open at your words, a hunger in them that made your heart race. he flipped you over onto your back in an instant, settling between your legs. he looked at you with a smirk, his hard cock pressing against your core. "with pleasure, sweetheart."
he leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. he slowly pushed himself inside you, giving you time to adjust to his size. once he was fully sheathed, he began to move, his thrusts slow and deep, filling you completely. "you feel so damn good..."
âoh fuck, youâre so goodâ you moaned. he grinned against your lips, his hips moving faster and harder. he knew exactly how to hit that spot inside you that made your toes curl. he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours as he panted. "you like that? you like when i fuck you deep and slow?"
you nodded desperately, he made you feel like no one ever made you feel, he wanted you exactly like you were and made it clear in every way possible.
he growled possessively, his fingers digging into your hips as he increased his pace. he loved how open and honest you were with him, how you never held back. it made him want to mark you, to claim you as his own. "say my name when i make you come..."
his hands roamed up your sides, his touch gentle yet firm. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you even closer as he thrust deeper. he nuzzled your neck, inhaling your scent. "you're so close, aren't you? say it..."
âfuck yeah iâm so close wadeâ you moaned.
he grinned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. he could feel your body tensing around him, your breaths coming in short gasps. he knew you were right on the edge. "that's it, baby. cum for me"
the walls of your front hole tightened around his cock, as a warning for him that you were about to cum, and finally you did, crying out his name over and over again.
a smug smile crossed his face as he felt your orgasm hit, your inner walls squeezing him perfectly. he continued to thrust slowly through your waves of pleasure. "fuck yeah... that's such a good boy..." he kissed you deeply, swallowing your cries.
he broke the kiss and looked down at you with a soft expression. he was close to the edge himself, your tight heat and the sight of you in ecstasy pushing him towards his own release. "i'm gonna cum, baby..."
wade finally let go. with a low grunt, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself. he kissed you messily through his orgasm, muffling his moan against your lips.
he chuckled softly, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to catch his breath. he gently pulled out of you, his softened cock slipping free with a wet sound. "fuck, that was amazing..." he collapsed beside you, pulling you into his arms and holding you close.
âit really wasâ
he grinned, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. he could feel your heartbeat slowly returning to normal, matching his own. "you know, i've had some crazy sex in my life, but that... that was something else." he said, running a hand through your hair.
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summary: in which wade wilson manages to charm you into a late-night taco run, one that ends with you in his lap and his lips proving that, for once, heâs willing to shut up⌠but only if it means kissing you.
you had always known wade wilson was trouble. not the kind that set off alarms in your head or made you question your life choices, no, he was the kind of trouble that made your stomach flip and your heart race for all the right reasons. he was reckless, loud, and had a mouth that never quit, but somehow, that mouth had wormed its way under your skin.
tonight, like most nights, you found yourself willingly indulging in his chaos.
the bar was dimly lit, filled with the scent of beer, sweat, and bad decisions. you leaned against the counter, sipping your drink as you watched wade toy with a group of overconfident frat boys. he was playing darts, but you knew the real game was the one he was playing with them. hustling them effortlessly, drawing them in with that cocky smirk and easy charm before completely dismantling their egos.
it was a beautiful thing to watch.
he landed another bullseye, feigning surprise as the guys groaned in frustration.
âwow, again? i swear, i must have been a professional dart player in a past lifeâ he mused, turning to wink at you. âwhat do you think, sweetheart? was i some sort of pub champion in 1876? or maybe a smooth-talking conman who seduced wealthy widows out of their fortunes?â
you smirked. âiâm leaning toward conman. you do have that whole charming-but-shouldnât-be-trusted vibe.â
he clutched his chest dramatically. âouch. right to the heart. iâm wounded.â
âyouâll live.â
âonly if you promise to nurse me back to health.â he sauntered over to you, grabbing two beers off the bar and handing you one. âcome on, admit it. you like that iâm a little bit of a disaster.â
you took a slow sip, holding his gaze. âit is entertaining watching you talk your way into, and out of, trouble.â
âyou know what else is entertaining?â he leaned in, voice dropping just slightly. âthe way youâve been staring at my lips for the past thirty seconds.â
you huffed a laugh, shaking your head. âyou are so full of yourself.â
he smirked, lifting his own bottle to his lips. âyou got me there.â
the warmth in his gaze lingered a second too long, and for a moment, the rest of the bar faded into the background. it was always like this with wade: flirting, teasing, toeing the line between something casual and something much more dangerous. you werenât sure if it was the alcohol buzzing through your veins or just him, but tonight, that line felt thinner than ever.
âyou knowâ he continued, setting his beer down, âi was thinking. maybe after i finish humiliating these guys, you and i could engage in some friendly, totally platonic, not at all romantic activities.â
you arched a brow. âoh yeah? like what?â
âlikeâŚâ wade pretended to think. âbreaking into an abandoned amusement park? reenacting our favorite fight scenes from movies? or, hear me out, seeing who can eat more tacos before puking.â
you chuckled, shaking your head. âyouâre ridiculous.â
âand yet, youâre still hereâ he pointed out, leaning closer.
you opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, one of the frat guys wade had been hustling stormed over, looking less than pleased.
before you could respond, one of the frat guys, clearly pissed off from losing, stormed over. he shoved wadeâs shoulder, a mistake, really.
âyouâre cheatingâ the guy snapped.
wade barely even blinked. he just tilted his head, giving him that lazy, amused look that meant he was seconds away from doing something stupid.
âbuddy, i donât cheatâ he said easily. âi just happen to be naturally talented at everything.â
the guy wasnât buying it. he grabbed a fistful of wadeâs shirt, and before you could even process what was happening, wade had him in a headlock. his usual playful smirk flickered into something darker, something that sent a little thrill down your spine.
âsee, iâd love to teach you some mannersâ wade murmured, âbut my lovely not-yet-girlfriend here doesnât like it when i get blood on my clothes.â
you sighed. âi really donât.â
he let the guy go with a pat on the head, and the group quickly scattered, grumbling under their breath.
wade turned back to you with a triumphant grin. âso⌠tacos?â
you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your lips betrayed you. âfine. but if you puke in my car, i swear-â
âyouâll punish me?â he waggled his eyebrows. âkinkyâ
you scoffed, shoving him lightly as you both headed for the door.
the drive to the taco stand was typical wade: meaning, it was filled with absolute nonsense.
âhear me outâ he said as you pulled into the parking lot, âwhat if we started a fight club for people who talk during movies? we could call it âshut the hell up or throw handsââ
âi think you just want an excuse to punch people.â
âi always want an excuse to punch peopleâ he admitted. âbut iâd make an exception for you.â
âoh? iâm special?â
he turned to you, smirking. âvery.â
your stomach did that stupid little flip thing again, but you ignored it, focusing instead on the tacos.
twenty minutes later, wade was leaning back in the driverâs seat of his car, groaning dramatically.
âokayâ he admitted, rubbing his stomach, âi may have slightly overestimated my ability to eat twelve tacos in one sitting.â
you smirked. âi warned you.â
âyeah, yeah.â he turned his head to look at you, expression softer now. âyou know⌠i wasnât kidding earlier.â
you raised a brow. âabout what?â
âabout liking you.â
your breath hitched, but you covered it with a teasing smile. âi figured. youâre not exactly subtle.â
he exhaled a laugh, but there was something else in his eyes now, something serious.
âcan i do something really stupid?â he asked, voice lower now.
you swallowed. âdepends on the kind of stupid.â
instead of answering, he reached over, fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilted your face toward him. he hesitated for just a second, just long enough for you to make the choice yourself.
you closed the distance.
the second your lips met, it was like something snapped.
wade kissed you like heâd been waiting for this forever, like he needed it. his hands found your waist, fingers digging in as he pulled you closer. the taste of beer and hot sauce lingered on his lips, but you didnât care, not when he was kissing you like he wanted to memorize every inch of your mouth.
you barely registered the shift as he pulled you into his lap, hands sliding up your thighs, gripping you like he never wanted to let go. you let out a small gasp as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that had your whole body burning.
his hands found their way into your hair, tilting your head for better access as he kissed you like a man starved, intense, passionate, and yet somehow still playful. the way he bit your bottom lip gently made your heart race dangerously fast. "fuck..."
you decided to make a dangerous move, you started grinding against him slowly and playfully, just to see his reaction
a shudder ran through wade's body as you ground against him teasingly. his grip tightened on your thighs, fingers digging in pleasurably as he groaned low in his throat. "careful, sweetheart... keep moving like that and i might not be able to control myself."
âwhy would i want you to control yourselfâ you teased him with a playful smirk.
his eyes darkened, the playful glint replaced with a hungry intensity. He nipped at your neck, sucking gently as he whispered against your skin. "then keep going... see how long i can last before i fuck you senseless in this car seat."
you took that as a challenge. you started grinding against him more urgently, rolling you hips against his and letting out little moans and whimpers
âjesus christ..." his breathing became heavier, ragged even as he fought the urge to just tear your clothes off right there. one hand moved up to cup your face while the other slid down to grab your ass, pulling you harder against him. "either you stop that..."
âor what? you really want me to stop?â
"or i'm ripping your dress off and putting you on my lap properly" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. he looked up at you with those intense dark eyes, daring you to keep pushing his buttons.
âwell iâll take that as a promiseâ you whispered in his ear, before biting and sucking his neck gently.
his body tightened, his control slowly slipping. "goddamn it..." he hissed as you sucked on his neck. his hands spread your thighs wider so you could grind against him better. he was already painfully hard, his jeans suddenly feeling too tight. "you know you're killing me, right?"
âlet me fix thatâ you said. you sat straddling his thighs and started undoing his jeans.
his breath hitched as your hands worked at his jeans, that playful smirk fading to pure desire. "fuck..." he murmured, helping you push his jeans and boxers down just enough, one hand sliding up your thigh while the other gripped your waist.
you took his cock in you hand and started working his shaft, slowly and teasingly.
"oh fuck, sweetheart..." his head fell back against the seat, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you touched him. his hips moved in small thrusts, fucking into your hand. "you're so fucking good at that..." he praised, his fingers digging into your hip. his intense dark eyes locked onto yours, filled with lust and a hint of challenge. he could see you were enjoying torturing him like this, the slow teasing touches driving him mad. "eyes on me..." he ordered, his voice hoarse.
you looked into his eyes for a few seconds before closing the distance and kissing him again. he deepened the kiss instantly, his arms wrapping around you to pull you closer as his hips bucked into your hand. he kissed you fiercely, hungrily, as if he could pull you closer through the kiss alone.
you moved away, just to take off your dress. his eyes widened slightly looking at you, his breath hitching at the sight of you in just your bra and panties. "holy shit..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. his hands immediately went to your waist, pulling you back against him.
you started to grind against him again. he kissed you. he groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming your body, one cupping your breast while the other gripped your ass, pulling you harder against his cock. he could feel the heat through your panties, and it was driving him wild. "fucking hell..."
âi need you wadeâ you whispered into his ear.
his breath hitched at your whispered words, his heart pounding in his chest. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes blazing with desire. "you want my dick, sweetheart?" he growled, his hand slipping into your panties to feel just how wet you were.
you nodded eagerly. he cursed under his breath as his fingers slid through your slick folds, confirming exactly how badly you needed him. in one swift motion, he ripped your panties off, tossing them aside without a care. "fuck, you're soaked..." he groaned, lining himself up with your entrance.
âitâs your faultâ you whispered playfully before sitting down on it, slowly taking his dick inside of you.
"christ..." his head fell back against the seat, a deep groan tearing from his throat as you slowly sank down onto him. his hands tightened on your hips, nails digging in slightly. "you feel fucking amazing..." he started guiding your movements, lifting his hips to meet each slow descent.
you were riding him, your arms on his broad shoulders to help yourself bounce, it felt too good. his dark eyes were locked onto yours, filled with pure lust as he watched you bounce on top of him. his hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts, running down your sides, gripping your thighs to pull you down harder onto him. "damn it..."
âoh fuckâ you cried out as soon as he did that, he helped you move faster and harder. his dick hitting that one spot instead of you
a wicked grin spread across his face as he felt your cries of pleasure surround him, knowing exactly what he was doing to you. his grip tightened, slamming you down onto him with increasing urgency, hitting that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. "that's it, sweetheart."
his breath came in short gasps as your pussy tightened around him, the feeling driving him absolutely wild. he leaned forward, capturing one of your hardened nipples in his mouth and sucking hard, his fingers digging into your flesh. "you're gonna make me come..."
those words and his actions made you closer to your orgasm. now you were crying out his name and moaning loudly.
"that's right, scream my fucking name..." he shifted his angle slightly, hitting that magical spot even harder and faster. one hand moved between your legs, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he fucked you. "come for me, baby"
and thatâs when you came.âfuck yes wade!â you moaned during your release. he growled at your moans, watching your face contort in pleasure as your pussy convulsed around his length. and you kept going, determined to make him cum. he gripped your hips hard, driving up into you erratically as you came undone. "holy shit..." he panted. he was panting heavily now, his face contorted in pure ecstasy as you continued to bounce on him, taking him deeper than ever before. his hands roamed your body possessively, squeezing, kneading, pulling you closer as he chased his release. "damn it..."
his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched and his entire body tensed as he finally let go. with a deep, guttural groan, he came inside you, his cum filling you completely. "fuck...!" he then collapsed back onto the seat, pulling you down onto his chest.
âholy shitâ he muttered, voice rough.
you exhaled a laugh. âyeah.â
his fingers traced lazy circles on your hip as he grinned up at you. âso⌠does this mean iâm officially your totally platonic, not-at-all romantic taco buddy?â
you rolled your eyes, but your fingers were already threading into his hair again, tugging slightly just to hear the little groan he let out.
âshut upâ you whispered, âand kiss me again.â
and he did.
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x-men origins: wolverine timeline | wade wilson x reader
summary: in which a simple mission goes sideways when you cross paths with wade wilson. between gunfights and a high-stakes chase for valuable intel, the tension between you finally snaps, leading to a moment neither of you can take back.
warings: mature content mdni (unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, kinda public sex), strong language and mentions of assassinations.
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the mission was supposed to be solo.
youâve spent years working alone, carving out a reputation as one of the best mercenaries in the game. you donât need backup. you donât need distractions. you definitely donât need wade wilson.
and yet, as you creep through the jungle toward your targetâs fortress, his voice slithers into your earpiece like a bad habit.
ânice night for a little breaking and entering, huh?â
you freeze mid-step, fingers twitching toward your weapon. no. not him.
âtell me this is a jokeâ you whisper sharply, flattening against the rough bark of a tree.
âoh, sweetheart, if i were joking, youâd be laughing right now.â his voice is thick with amusement, the smirk practically audible.
you inhale slowly, willing yourself to stay calm. you havenât seen wade since the last job the one that almost got you killed because he couldnât stop showing off. you swore if you ever crossed paths again, youâd put a bullet between his eyes.
and yet, here he is. smug. infuriating. and, worst of all, standing just a few feet away, peering at you through the darkness. his tactical gear clings to him in all the right places, twin katanas strapped to his back. his lips curl into a slow grin when he catches you staring.
âmiss me?â
âget in my way, wilson, and you wonât live long enough to find out.â
âoof. ice cold. i love it.â
you donât have time for this. the fortress is just ahead, guards patrolling the perimeter. you focus on the mission, slipping through the shadows, but wade follows effortlessly, staying just close enough to remind you heâs there.
then, movement. a patrol rounding the corner. too close. you start to duck back, but wade moved faster.
before you can react, his hand grabs your wrist, spinning you and pinning you hard against the stone wall. his body presses flush against yours, concealing you both in the shadows. the sudden contact knocks the breath from your lungs.
heâs warm. solid. every inch of him pressed against you in ways that should not make your stomach tighten.
âshhâ he murmurs, his lips right near your ear.
your pulse pounds as the guards pass, oblivious. wade doesnât move. his breath ghosts over your skin, the heat between your bodies suffocating in the thick jungle air.
you shift slightly, big mistake. his grip tightens, just enough to make you aware of every single place heâs touching you. his hands, strong, rough, linger against your waist. his chest rises and falls against yours, slow and controlled, while your own breath feels sharp and uneven.
ârelax, sweetheartâ he whispers. âunless you like being this close to me.â
your fingers twitch with the urge to punch him. or pull him closer. youâre not sure which.
the guards are gone. no more reason to stay like this. so why hasnât he moved?
your eyes flick up to his. his usual cocky grin is still there, but beneath it, something else. something darker. his pupils are blown wide, gaze flickering to your lips before snapping back up.
oh.
no. no, no, no. you are not about to make this mistake.
you shove him back, hard. he barely stumbles, but his grin widens.
âthe only signal you need is me walking away.â
and you do. or, at least, you try. but the tension doesnât fade. it follows you. through the fortress, through the mission, through every damn moment that wade is too close, too aware of you.
and when everything goes to hell, when an explosion tears through the compound and you find yourself backed into a corner, outnumbered, heâs right there. cutting through enemies like a man possessed, making sure none of them get to you.
you donât have time to question it. you fight side by side, bodies moving in sync, until the last guard drops. silence settles, thick and heavy. your hands are shaking from the adrenaline.
wade turns to you, face unreadable. âyou good?â
you nod. too fast.
he steps closer, eyes scanning you like heâs memorizing every piece of you. his usual cocky bravado is gone, something raw lingering in its place.
and maybe itâs the adrenaline. maybe itâs the fact that you almost died. but suddenly, you canât breathe.
âyâknow⌠you donât have to keep pretending you hate me.â
your heart slams against your ribs. heâs too damn close. too damn right.
you should walk away.
but instead, you grab his collar and yank him down into a fierce, desperate kiss.
wade freezes, only for a second. then he reacts.
his hands grip your waist, pulling you against him, his mouth claiming yours with a heat that makes your knees weak. itâs messy, frantic, years of tension snapping all at once. you taste blood and gunpowder, feel the sharp edges of him pressing into you like heâs trying to burn the moment into his skin.
he makes a low sound in his throat, almost like a growl, as he backs you against the nearest wall. his hands tighten, like heâs afraid youâll disappear if he lets go. you fist your hands in his gear, pulling him closer, because this, this is dangerous, reckless, stupid and⌠you donât care.
then, he slows.
the raw urgency melts into something deeper. his lips brush against yours, softer this time, like heâs memorizing the feel of you. one of his hands moves up, fingers trailing along your jaw, tilting your chin slightly so he can kiss you again, slower, deliberate. like he means it.
it sends a shiver down your spine.
his forehead rests against yours for a moment, breath warm, hands lingering at your waist. neither of you move.
âthatâs for saving my ass back thereâ you murmur, voice steadier than you feel.
for once, wade is silent. his grip lingers, fingers pressing into your skin just enough to make you feel him.
then, finally, a slow, wicked grin.
âwell, if thatâs my reward, i think iâll save that perfect ass more often.â
you roll your eyes, but you donât push him away this time. not completely, in fact, you pull him closer for another kiss. your arms are wrapped around his neck, pulling gently his short hair, your body is completely pressed against his, while his hands roam lower, grabbing your ass and squeezing it possessively.
he lets out a low growl of approval, his fingers digging into your skin slightly as he pulls you even tighter against him. the kiss becomes more intense, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that's hard to ignore. he breaks the kiss only to trail soft, teasing bites down your neck. a small moan escapes your lips, while thinking you should be doing anything but this right now, even though it felt so wrong, it still felt so right⌠you didnât want to stop.
âdamnâ he mutters softly, one hand sliding down to squeeze your ass again while the other tangles in your hair, you angles your head for another deep kiss. he's hard as a rock, it's obvious through his pants and you noticed. his body presses you against the nearby wall, making you gasp.
that is enough to bring you back to reality. what were you doing? this place wasnât safe. you were literally pressed against a wall outside a fortress hidden within the rainforest. there could still be enemies.
âwhat's wrong?â he murmurs against your mouth, noticing your sudden shift in mood. his hips roll against yours instinctively, despite the fact that he knows you're probably right to stop but he doesn't want to stop. he wants to keep going until you make him stop.
you let out a little moan. you didnât want him to stop either ânothing, just⌠are we sure this place is safe now?â
he lets out a soft chuckle, his forehead resting against yours as he tries to catch his breath. âbaby, we're in the middle of the jungle surrounded by an entire army of people we just killed, and i just had my hands all over your ass. nothing about this is safe.â he pauses, giving you a playful smirk.
âfuck offâ you chuckle rolling your eyes at him.
he laughs, a genuine sound that echoes through the jungle. âalright, alrightâ he says, but he doesn't move away from you. instead, he keeps you pressed against the wall, his body still hard against yours. "but seriously, do you really want me to stop?" he continues, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.
âabsolutely fucking not, all this situation just makes all of this hotterâ you whisper in his ear, before starting to leave a trail of small bites and wet kisses along his jawline and neck.
âjesus christ, womanâŚâ he mutters, tilting his head to give you better access. one hand slides up to tangle in your hair while the other moves to support your thigh, pulling it up around his waist. âyou're either gonna get us both killed or make me come in my pantsâ
âi like the second option betterâ you smirk before pulling his face closer to yours to kiss him again.
âi bet you doâ he groans into the kiss, his body pressing even harder against yours. âyou're fucking killing meâ he mutters, his hands gripping your hips tightly. he lifts you slightly, allowing you to wrap both legs around his waist. the change in position allows him to grind against you more intensely.
âfuckâ you moan out loud, before taking off your tight t-shirt. his eyes darken with lust as he takes in your exposed torso. âgoddamnâ he growls, his hand immediately moving to cup your breasts over your bra. he kisses you deeply, his hips grinding against you in a rhythm that leaves no doubt about what he wants. you grind back against him, you wanted more.
he breaks the kiss to look at you, his breathing heavy. âiI'm gonna fuck you right here against this wall if you keep moving like thatâ he warns, his voice low and rough. his hands move to unhook your bra with expert ease, tossing it aside without a care.
âis that a threat or a promise?â you flirt, grinning again against him like she did before. he grins back, his fingers digging into your hips possessively. âitâs a fucking promiseâ he replies darkly, capturing your mouth again. he can feel your breasts pressing against his chest, your legs tightening around his waist. he's painfully hard, and your little grinds aren't helping his self-control, it starts to snap, and he puts you down, reaches to unbutton your pants. âtell me to stop now, 'cause once i startâŚâ his fingers slip inside your panties, stroking you.
âno keep goingâ you almost beg.
âbest thing i've heard all fucking dayâ he grunts, finally freeing his aching cock from his pants. you turn around bending over the wall. he positions himself at your entrance, and he pushes into you slowly, this was making you more and more desperate.
âah hell, you're so fucking tightâ he groans, gripping your hips tightly as he starts to move inside you slowly and deeply. he reaches around to play with your clit, hoping to hear more of those beautiful whimpers. âis this what you want?â
âyeah!â she moans loudly, he was making her feel so good.
âfuck yeah it isâ he growls, picking up the pace. his hips slam against yours, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoes through the jungle, mixed with your moans and his grunts. he leans over you, biting your shoulder gently.
âshitâ he hisses, your movement nearly sending him over the edge. he loves how your body meets his, how you push back whenever he thrusts forward. he adjusts his angle slightly, hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your eyes roll back. âfucking hell, you feel amazingâ
all of this was too much for you, with every thrust he hit that sweet spot inside of you, it was making you lose your mind, you were a moaning mess.
âyou're so close, aren't you?â he pants, feeling your walls clench around him. he moves a hand to cover your mouth, muffling your loud moans. âcome on, baby. let go for me. i wanna feel you cumâ
his words pushed you over the edge. with a loud moan, muffled by his hand you cum. he feels your climax ripple around his cock, groaning loudly as your orgasm triggers his own. with one final deep thrust, he buries himself inside you, coming hard. his grip on your hips tightens, fingers digging into your skin as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through him. âholy fuckâ.
he pulls out slowly, making you whimper again. he smirks. âtoo sensitive?â you nod. he watches your body carefully. your breasts rise and fall quickly as you try to catch your breath. your inner thighs are wet, and your hair is disheveled. âdamn, you're beautiful like this.â
âthank youâ you turn around to look at him, you were literally mesmerized, he was so gorgeous and hot you could stare at him for hours.
he leans in and captures your lips again, kissing you deeply before pulling back and grinning mischievously. âso, when can we do that again?â his hand reaches out to play with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger. âi'm thinking... soon.â
âhow about we go back to my hotel room? maybe i can offer you a glass of somethingâ you flirt, knowing damn well that the two of you won't even waste time drinking as soon as you get there.
âoh, i like the way you thinkâ he chuckles and gives your ass a playful smack before hoisting you over his shoulder and starting to carry you back towards the jeep.
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after years of no contact, the last thing you expected to find in your apartment was deadpool, casually sprawled on your couch, shoveling nachos into his mouth like he owned the place.
your brain took a second to catch up. the smell of melted cheese and hot sauce filled the air, mixing with the sheer audacity of the situation.
âwhat the⌠wade?!â you shouted, dropping your keys.
deadpool turned his masked head toward you mid-bite, cheese stretching between his mask and the nacho like a bad rom-com moment. âoh, hey, babe, wait, i mean, ex-babe. yikes, thatâs awkward. how do people usually greet their long-lost, emotionally estranged exes?â he gestured wildly with his nachos. ââsup? howâs life? still mad at me? You look great, by the way.â
you blinked, still processing. âwhy the hell are you in my apartment?â
he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. âwow. no âi missed you, wade!â or âoh my God, itâs been years, wade! letâs hug it out, wade!â just straight to the hostility. some things never change.â he shoveled another nacho into his mouth. âanyway, i got bored.â
âyou broke into my house because you were bored?â
âwell, technically, it was a break-in and a break-down, because i had some deep emotional realizations while waiting for you.â he patted the spot next to him. âcome. sit. letâs talk. or fight. or fuck. or all of them. iâm flexible.â
you folded your arms. âgive me one good reason i shouldnât throw you out right now.â
he held up a finger, pausing for dramatic effect. âi brought extra nachos?â
you scowled.
he sighed, setting the nachos down. âfine, fine. if you must know, i was in the neighborhood, saw your window all dark and lonely, and thought, hey, i wonder if (y/n) still wants to stab me after all this time!â
he leaned forward slightly, voice uncharacteristically quiet. âdo you?â
for the first time since walking in, you actually looked at him. same ridiculous red suit, same obnoxious energy, but there was something different underneath it. something hesitant. maybe even regretful.
after all this time, why was he even here?
that was the real question. and one you werenât sure you wanted the answer to.
âyou hurt me. wadeâ
your jaw clenched. âyou hurt me, remember?â
that shut him up. for half a second, anyway. he lowered the nacho, tilting his head. âso⌠weâre still mad about that, huh?â
your glare couldâve melted his mask off. âyou mean the part where i was just your second choice? where you said you loved me, but we both knew i was just filling the space vanessa left behind?â
he didnât answer immediately. and that was worse than a joke. worse than deflection. it was confirmation.
your chest tightened, but you refused to let him see it. âyou never really wanted me, wade. so why the hell are you here now?â
deadpool was quiet. no quips, no dumb jokes. nust that annoying, unreadable tilt of his head.
then, barely above a whisper âsheâs gone.â
you flinched, not expecting that. ââŚwhat?â
he shrugged, voice too light, too forced. âvanessa. gone. forever. she left me again, and the fault is mine this time. sheâs dating other guys now. a whole tragic movie subplot that ended with me alone and, shocker, i started thinking about you.â
you swallowed. Hard. âoh wow, so now that she doesnât want you anymore, again, you remembered that i exist! wow thatâs so kind of youâ you said sarcastically. âand what? you just assumed iâd still be here, waiting for you to come crawling back?â
he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. âi donât know why i came. i just⌠i ended up here. guess I was hoping youâd still hate me, because thatâd mean you still felt something.â
silence hung between you, thick and suffocating.
after a long moment, he picked up a nacho, twirling it between his fingers. âi get it. i was a massive dick. probably still am.â a dry chuckle. âi let you believe you were enough for me when I was still stuck in the past. and thatâs the worst thing Iâve ever done to someone.â
you scoffed. âyouâve literally killed people.â
âyeah, but they deserved it.â he glanced up at you. âyou didnât.â
for the first time since stepping into your own apartment, you felt off-balance. your eyes softened. wade wasnât supposed to apologize. he wasnât supposed to admit things.
he wasnât supposed to still feel like a wound you never quite let heal.
âno, i didnâtâŚâ you let out a slow breath. âso what now?â
deadpool tapped his chin. âwell, i was hoping youâd say, âwow, wade, iâm so overwhelmed by your honesty that I must forgive you immediately, now come eat these nachos with me and letâs make out dramatically while a romantic soundtrack plays in the background.ââ
and thatâs when you realized that he didnât understand a thing of how much he hurt you. his apologies didnât mean a thing.
you stared. âget out.â
âaw, câmon, at least think about it-â
âout, wade.â
he sighed, pushing himself off the couch. âfine. but just so you know, these nachos are your nachos, so technically, i was eating my feelings with you in spirit before you got home.â
you crossed your arms, watching as he moved toward the window. he climbed onto the ledge but hesitated.
one last glance. one last stupid, hopeful moment.
âyou could hate me foreverâ he murmured, voice uncharacteristically soft. âor⌠maybe someday, we could be something else.â
your throat tightened. âi donât owe you anything.â
he nodded. âi know.â a beat. âbut iâll probably still be back.â
and with that, he was gone.
leaving nothing but a half-eaten plate of nachos and a mess you werenât sure youâd ever really cleaned up.
it was nearly 3 am when you woke up to the faint sound of rustling in your kitchen.
at first, you thought you were dreaming. or maybe youâd finally lost your mind. because there was no way wade had the sheer audacity to-
clatter.
oh, he absolutely did.
you bolted upright, grabbing the nearest weapon (which happened to be a lamp), and stormed into the kitchen, only to find deadpool, standing in front of your open fridge, casually eating your leftover takeout.
in your house. again.
he turned, holding up a carton of noodles. âso, funny story, i was on my way to not bother you, but then i got hungry and remembered, âoh yeah! my totally-not-still-mad-at-me ex has great food.ââ he shoved a bite into his mouth. âso i figured, why not kill two birds with one-â
the lamp hit him right in the face.
âow! jeez! okay, rude!â he whined, clutching his head. âiâm technically concussed, so that was a crime against the disabled!â
you glared, breathing hard. âwhy. the hell. are you in my house again?â
he held up a finger as if making a grand point. âcorrection: I am not in your house again. I am in your kitchen this time. whole different vibe.â
you stepped forward, shoving him back against the counter. âyouâre unbelievable.â
he hummed, tilting his head. âi mean, you used to find me pretty believable when you were screaming my-â
you grabbed a knife. immediately.
he put his hands up. âwhoaâokay! jeez, weâre already at the murder stage? what happened to playful banter? witty back-and-forth? sexual tension?â
âthere is no sexual tensionâ you snapped.
deadpool tsked. âah, so you feel it too.â
you wanted to strangle him. and maybe kiss him. and then strangle him again.
instead, you backed up, running a hand down your face. âyou shouldnât be here, wade.â
âi knowâ he admitted, surprisingly easy. âbut that hasnât really stopped me before, has it?â
you let out a frustrated laugh. âno, it hasnât, because you donât respect boundaries, or personal space, or the fact that i donât need you in my life anymore.â
his grin faltered for half a second. just a flicker. but you saw it.
and you hated that it made you feel anything.
âyou really believe that?â he asked.
you swallowed. âi have to.â
he exhaled, pushing himself off the counter. âalright. if thatâs how you wanna play it.â
you expected him to leave. maybe throw in a dumb joke, do a dramatic flip out the window.
but instead, he stepped closer.
close enough that you could smell the faint scent of blood and gunpowder. that familiar deadpool smell that brought back a thousand stupid, reckless memories.
you didnât move.
neither did he.
âtell me to goâ he said, voice lower now. âtell me, and i will.â
you clenched your jaw. âwadeâŚâ
his gloved fingers ghosted over your wrist. barely there. just enough to make your breath hitch. âtell me you donât think about meâ he murmured. ânot even once. not ever.â
your pulse was a drum in your ears. you wanted to shove him away. you wanted to pull him closer.
instead, you did what you did best.
you fought.
with a smirk, you tilted your head, lips barely an inch from his. âyou know what i do think about?â you whispered.
he stilled. âwhat?â
you leaned up, breath warm against his mask.
then, you grabbed his wrist, twisted it behind his back, and slammed him into the counter.
you only managed to do this because it was the last thing he expected you to do and you caught him off guard. or maybe he just let you.
he groaned, more surprised than hurt. âoof, god, you are so hot when youâre violent.â
tou pressed harder, grinning as he winced. âyou like that?â
âi love that.â
you rolled your eyes, finally letting go. he spun around, shaking out his wrist, and let out a low whistle. âdamn. you still got it.â
âget out of my house.â
âokay, but counteroffer: what if we get tacos first?â
you just stared.
he clapped his hands. âalright, fine. no tacos. iâll leave.â
he made it two steps toward the window before pausing. glancing back at you.
you crossed your arms. âwhat now?â
he hesitated. just for a second. then, quietly:
ââŚyou ever think about what we couldâve been? it hadnât been such a dumbass?â
yes, all the time ânoâ your throat tightened.
he smiled. a sad, knowing thing. âliar.â he got closer to you, once again.
his voice dropped even lower. âremember that night in mexico? when we-â
âdonât.â i cut him off.
âaw, come on-â
you grabbed his collar and yanked him forward until your faces were inches apart. his breath hitched, and for once, he actually shut up.
âyou think this is a joke?â you murmured.
his voice came out rougher than before. âi think⌠we were never just a joke.â
you hated that he was right.
you hated that, despite everything, your body still remembered him. the warmth of him. the way he always smelled like gunpowder and bad decisions.
and worst of all?
you hated that you still wanted him.
his gloved fingers trailed up your arm, slow and deliberate. âtell me to leaveâ he whispered.
you should.
you should tell him to walk out that door and never come back.
but instead, your fingers tightened in his suit.
and you whispered, âmake me.â
deadpoolâs groan was pure filth.
âgod, i forgot how much I love youâ he muttered, voice dark with amusement. ânot the feelings part, ew, emotions, but the whole you wanting to kill me while also wanting to kiss me thing? chefâs kiss.â
you rolled your eyes, but you didnât let go.
his fingers slid under your chin, tilting your face up. âso⌠are we gonna keep pretending this tension isnât a thing, or are we finally gonna do something about it?â
you smirked. âwhat, you think iâm just gonna fall back into your arms like nothing happened?â
he hummed. ânot immediately⌠but give it, like, five minutes.â
you wanted to wipe that smug look off his face.
so you did the only logical thing.
you kissed him.
it was rough, all teeth and frustration, a collision of old wounds and unresolved tension. he groaned against your mouth, hands gripping your waist like heâd been dying to touch you again.
and maybe, just maybe, youâd been dying for it too.
but then, just as quickly, you shoved him away.
deadpool stumbled back, blinking. âholy- wait, was that a real kiss or just a mind game? i need clarification before I start planning our wedding.â
you wiped your mouth, smirking. âyouâre still a dumbass.â
he grinned. âand you still like me.â
you shook your head, turning to leave. âdonât push your luck, wilson.â
but as you walked away, you felt his gaze lingering, like he knew, no matter how much you fought it, this wasnât over.
not by a long shot.
the night felt thick with the tension hanging in the air. the kiss was a spark, a short, fiery burst, but it had left both of you with too much left unsaid.
you hadnât expected the kiss to affect you the way it did.
in fact, youâd expected nothing. youâd fully intended to push him away, to remind him that you didnât need him. but when his lips had finally met yours, all that confident indifference youâd been wearing cracked. it was a reminder. a reminder of what youâd lost.
and of what heâd taken.
but now, with him standing there, smirking like a damn idiot, you had to figure out what to do next.
deadpool ran a hand over his masked head, his lips still curled in that devilish grin. âso⌠not even a thank you for that?â
you narrowed your eyes, stepping closer again, just enough to make your pulse quicken. âyouâre an asshole, wade.â
âyeah, but iâm your assholeâ he shot back, voice low, teasing. âis that why you kissed me? because iâm still your favorite?â
the words hung in the air like a challenge. you didnât have to look at him to know he was watching your every move.
your throat went dry, but you refused to let him see it. âi donât need you in my life. i donât need you at all.â
he leaned in slightly, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. âliar.â
you glared up at him, lips trembling from the weight of unsaid things. âwhat do you want from me, wade? i donât even know why youâre here.â
he stepped closer, just barely invading your space, his chest brushing against yours. the feeling of his body so close made your heart hammer in your chest.
âi told youâ he whispered, voice gravelly. âi donât know either. maybe i just wanted to see if youâd still throw me out on my ass or if thereâs more to us than the past.â
your lips curled into a sneer. âyou donât get to break in here and act like things can just go back to how they were.â
âwho said anything about going back?â his hand, warm and bold, slid down your arm. his fingers lingered just long enough to send a shiver up your spine. âmaybe i donât want things to go back. maybe i just want to⌠move forward.â
you took a step back, trying to push him away. but his hand followed, never leaving your skin, and the pressure between you was suddenly too much to ignore. the air thickened. you could feel the electricity crackling between you.
âi donât need you to move forward, wade.â the words were barely a whisper, as if you were convincing yourself more than him.
he chuckled softly, that familiar, infuriating sound that you hated but couldnât deny. âreally? âcause the last time i checked, you kissed me.â
you stiffened, your breath hitching. âyouâre delusional.â
he smirked. âmaybe. but you still donât want me to leave. not reallyâ his voice dropped, becoming darker, more dangerous. âmaybe you like me being here more than you care to admit.â
you felt the tension inside you snap. âi donât like it, wadeâ you bit out. âbut it drives me insane that youâre still standing here.â
âgoodâ he breathed, stepping even closer, his body pressing against yours, his face inches from yours again. âbecause iâm not going anywhere. not until you admit whatâs between us.â
his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, sending an electric jolt through your entire body. âsay it.â
you took a deep breath, heart pounding, and tried to resist the pull. âyouâre just-â
âjust what?â he murmured, his voice low and teasing. âwhat? you think i donât know? you think i donât see it in your eyes? that flicker of want you canât hide?â
your body was betraying you. your heart was racing, your mind clouded by the same wild, confusing attraction you had for him when everything was simpler.
he lowered his voice even further, just for you. âyou donât hate me, do you?â
no, you didnât hate him at all, not even a little bit.
the words hung in the air. he was pushing, but this time, you werenât so sure you wanted to be the one pushing back.
âtell me you donât want me anymoreâ he whispered, his lips brushing against yours. the barest of touches. teasing you.
âi donâtâŚâ
his lips crashed into yours before you could finish the sentence, taking the words right out of your mouth. there was no hesitation this time, no pretending. it was raw, desperate, hungry. every inch of him pressed against you, like he was claiming what was always his.
you pushed him back, but he didnât go far. he just smiled and deepened the kiss, his hands grasping your waist, pulling you back toward him. you could feel the heat of his body, the way his muscles flexed with every movement, and the low growl of frustration that rumbled in his chest when you tried to pull away.
âdonât fight me, (y/n)â he murmured, barely pulling back enough to speak. âyou know this is real.â
you were so close to losing control. but you couldnât, you wouldnât, admit it. not yet.
âget outâ you whispered, though the words came out shaky.
his hand gripped your chin, tilting your face up so he could look you straight in the eye. âtell me you donât feel itâ he pressed. âtell me you donât feel the same tension, the same pullâŚâ
his lips brushed over your mouth again, slow and teasing.
you should have pushed him away, shouldâve said no. but instead, you closed your eyes, leaning into the kiss, letting your lips move with his in a dance that had always been inevitable.
his scarred hand tangled in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss, his other arm wrapping around your waist to lift you onto the kitchen counter, spreading your legs and getting in between them. he broke away, panting slightly. âsee? you can't deny it.â
you pulled him closer, feeling his erection press against your already damp panties. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing your oversized shirt up. he growled softly, pulling you to the edge of the counter. your legs wrapped around him automatically. his mouth found yours again, hungry, aggressive.
you found the hem of his mask and took it off slowly, finally meeting those dark eyes you missed so much. he froze as your fingers curled under his mask, revealing his grotesquely scarred face. his eyes widened momentarily before dropping to mask his vulnerability with a smirk. âstill fucking hot, huh?â he quipped, but there was a raw edge to his voice.
you chuckled, and nodded. âi missed your eyesâ you admitted, placing another kiss on his lips. âgorgeous as alwaysâ you said, cupping his face with your hands.
his heart pounded in his chest at your gentle touch and words. the walls he'd built crumbled a little more with each passing second. he leaned into your touch, his voice barely a whisper. âyou always saw past the scars, didn't you? fuck, i've missed you.â
âiâve missed you tooâ you finally admitted, kissing him once again.
his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer as he kissed you back, his scarred hands splayed on your lower back. he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours again. âyou know what else i missed?â he asked.
you nod you head no. he smirked, his eyes sparkling with a mix of mischief and sincerity. âthis. us. fighting, making up, and especially the makeup sex.â he leaned in to nip at your lower lip gently. you chuckled.
his fingers find the hem of you oversized shirt, the one you used to sleep, in that moment he seemed to realize something, his eyes softened.
âthis shirtâŚâ he muffled into your neck between kisses. âis it mine?â he asked playfully, already knowing the answer.
âfuck off i hoped you wouldnât noticeâ you chuckled blushing a bit.
he chuckled too, his fingers gently tickling your sides. âoh, i noticed. and i fucking love it.â he pulled the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your bra and panties. âand i also noticed the way your body still reacts to me, the same way it used toâ
you understood he was talking about your damp penties, the goosebumps on you skin whenever he whispered something to your ear or touched you. he squeezed your waist to prove his point.
he leaned in to kiss your neck softly, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts gently over your bra, making a little moan escape your lips. his smirk widened. he knew those touches drove you crazy. he slowly slid his hands down your stomach again, hooking his fingers into your lace panties. he looked up at your face, saw your parted lips, eyes half-closed. âbaby?â he asked softly.
you locked eyes with him. âyeah?â you asked.
his voice was low, almost hypnotic. âi'm gonna take these off now, okay? and then i'm gonna fuck you right here on this counter, alright?â His thumbs hooked into the sides of your panties, waiting for your consent. âsay yes, baby.â you started nodding eagerly. he growled softly at your nod. he liked that you were still so responsive, so needy. he yanked your panties down your legs quickly and spread them legs wider, stepping between them.
his eyes locked with yours, intense and vulnerable all at once. seeing you like this, exposed, wanting, almost brought him to his knees. he slowly undid his pants, kicking them off completely. âyou still on birth control?â his voice was rough with desire but also careful.
you nodded. in that moment you were so glad you still were because you needed to feel him.
he groaned deeply, his eyes never leaving yours. he gripped your hips, pulling you to the edge of the counter before positioning himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against you gently. you needed more.
âmissed this pussy so fucking much.â he said thrusting deep inside you. his hips moved in long, deep strokes, one hand gripping your hip while the other supported his weight on the counter. âstill fucking perfect.â
you let your head fall backwards with a moan, closing your eyes as he slowly pushed his dick inside your pussy, it felt so much better then she remembered.
he watched your body arch back, taking him deeper. your breasts pushed out, nipples hard. he growled softly, picking up his pace. he hit that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back. you wrapped you arms around his neck, needing to feel him closer to your body, and kissed him. he kissed you back fiercely, tongue invading your mouth to claim it as his. his hands moved to grip your ass, lifting you slightly as he angled his hips to hit that spot inside you even harder. you almost screamed of pleasure when he did that. he groaned into your mouth, the kisses messy and desperate. âi love fucking you like thisâ
âthis feels so fucking goodâ you moaned, begging him to go faster. he growled possessively, grabbing both your ass cheeks tightly. he started pounding into you harder and faster, the counter shaking underneath you. his mouth found yours again in a rough kiss. âfuck, i missed these sounds you makeâŚâ he hit that spot again and again, making you gasp. âfuck! keep going, i am so close!â you moaned.
he grunted, his hips moving faster, his body slapping against yours. he could feel your legs trembling around him, your breath hitching in your throat. âthat's it, baby. come all over my cock.â he adjusted the angle slightly, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly.
âfuck wadeâ you came crying out his name. he groaned, feeling your pussy clench around him tightly as you came. it triggered his own orgasm. he buried himself deep inside you, hips stuttering as he released. âfuck yes, that's my girlâŚâ
he rested his forehead against yours, breathing heavily. his heart was pounding in his chest. he gently pulled out of you, making you wince slightly. he bent down, pulling up your panties gently, then his own clothes. âcome hereâ
you get down the counter, struggling to stand up due to your shaking legs, your body still hadnât recovered from your orgasm.
he wrapped his arms around you tightly, lifting you off your shaky legs completely. he carried you to the couch, sitting down and settling you onto his lap. his fingers gently stroked your hair as he pressed soft kisses to your temple. âyou okay, baby?â his voice was soft, almost tender.
âyeah, i just missed thisâ you answered nodding.
he sighed softly, holding you tighter. "missed you too, babyâ he paused, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your back. âgod, i fucking hate being the asshole iâve been.â
âitâs ok, i think youâve learned your lessonâ
he chuckled softly, his body relaxing. âdamn right. no more being a dickhead?â he checked softly, his thumb caressing your jaw softly. âyou forgive me for being an idiot?â he was almost serious, his eyes watching you carefully.
âabsolutely not. not yet at least. you still have a long way to goâ you smirked playfully at him.
he groaned playfully, nuzzling your neck. âfuck, you're mean.â he bit gently at your neck, his hands squeezing your bottom. âalright, what do I need to do to earn that forgiveness, huh?â his voice was low, flirtatious.
âmmh i donât know, maybe you could start with a second round, i deserve that, donât i?â she flirted. he grinned mischievously, his eyes lighting up with desire. âoh, you definitely deserve a second round, baby.â he stood up, holding you close as he started towards the bedroom. âand maybe a third, and a fourthâŚâ
a/n: let me know you liked it, and if you did, donât be scared to like, comment or reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just for deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, iâm happy to write them <3
i never thought that one day iâd end up tied upside down, trapped during a mission, with him. especially not with him. i was facing away from him, and his body was fully pressed against my back due to the tightly bound rope around us. i started struggling and squirming, trying to break free, unaware of the effect these actions were having on him.
he shifted slightly, trying to ignore the growing discomfort. âwould you fuckin' stop wiggling?â he grunted, his voice strained. âunless you're trying to start something, because I gotta warn ya, my dick doesn't have a filter.â
i stopped moving as soon as i felt his hard erection pressed against her ass.
what.
the.
fuck.
âwhat the fuck you have a fucking boner now?â i asked, feeling a mix of exasperation and disgust. âget that thing away from my ass!â i ordered.
âhey, it's not my fault you've been grinding against me like a horny teenager!â he chuckled despite their situation âplus, have you seen that ass? itâs a fucking work of art, and now my dick's paying unwanted compliments to it.â
âif you donât get that thing down i will fucking chop it off myself as soon as we get down from hereâ i said struggling trying to loosen the rope.
deadpool groaned dramatically, shifting to try easing the pressure against her. âalright, alright, jeez. chill the fuck out before you actually make me lose it.â he squirmed uncomfortably, attempting to create some space. âmy dick is fully aware of your threat now.â
âgood, now please, help me get us free. we have to get down from hereâ she says starting to squirm once again, unintentionally rubbing against him once again.
as i moved again, he inhaled sharply. i could feel his erection twitch against my backside. âdammit woman, would you hold still for two seconds?â he growled, his hands balling into fists at his sides. âyou're making this impossible to ignore!â
âat least iâm doing something! and please put that small dick away from me before you end up creaming your pants like a teenage boyâ i ordered, already tired of the situation. the truth? what i felt was anything but small, but i couldnât let him think that. he spent all his time annoying me, i figured if i did it a little too, there would be no harm in it.
in the meantime, i reached for his baby knife in the pocket of his suit and handed it to him so he could finally set us free.
his mouth dropped open slightly, taking offense.
âwho the hell are you calling small?â he hissed softly, his hips shifting back slightly.
âyou, and your dickâ i answered, just to tease him a little bit more.
ânah, fuck itâ he muttered, carefully adjusting his position so his erection presses more firmly against my backside for a brief moment before quickly cutting and loosening the rope. âand by the way, sweetheart? In case you're curiousâŚâ his voice dropped to a whisper against my ear.
i pretended i wasnât, but I actually was.
â...it's definitely not small.â he confirmed with a smug chuckle, finally succeeding in loosening the knot just as he finishes his little jab. âta-da! free at lastâŚâ he remarked as the rope gave way, both of them dropping ungracefully to the ground with a thud.
âyeah keep telling yourself that if it makes you feel betterâ i teased. i looked at him.
he laughs softly, eyes twinkling mischievously. âannnnd... you've officially killed the moodâ he pauses, grinning widely. âoh wait, no you haven't. you're still stuck here with me, and I'm still really fucking hardâ
âand i definitely wonât do something about it, go jerk off to somewhere else and far away from meâ i answered annoyed.
âwho said I wanted you to do anything? though honestly?â he sat up suddenly, invading my personal space. âconsidering you've basically called me small dick several times now, i think i deserve some kinda apology.â his smirk deepened as he noticed my discomfort. âor maybeâŚâ
âor maybe what?â
he was silent for a few seconds, as if he was thinking before speaking.
âi'm just curious... what would happen if i fucked you right now.â he leaned in closer.
âlike i said before, if you tried to fuck me right now iâd probably chop your dick off and stick it to your forehead, so youâd become a fucking unicornâ she answered sarcastically.
he bursted out laughing, actually full-out doubling over with laughter at my threat. âfuck, sweetheart! i actually believe you would!â his eyes narrowed playfully. âbut see, that's the thingâŚâ he moved quicker than i expected, pinning her wrists together with just one hand. âi like dangerous womenâ he smirked down at me, his face inches from mine. âthe more likely you are to castrate me, the more I wanna fuck you.â he pressed his hips down slightly, i could feel the outline of his erection against my core through our clothes.
i did everything i could to hide the moan that escaped my lips as soon as he did that, but he caught it anyway. âfuck offâ
âlanguageâ he murmured, his voice muffled by his mask. he nuzzled his face against mine, his mask rubbing against my cheek. he could probably feel my breath hitching, my body tensing underneath him, everything i didnât want him to feel, the effect he was having on me. âyou really want me to stop?â he asked.
i looked into the white eyes of his mask for a few seconds without saying anything. i was about to give in to my desires and admit how much i actually wanted him.
âfuck no, keep goingâ he lifted his mask, revealing just his lips, then took his face in my hands and pressed my lips against his bruised ones.
he deepened the kiss immediately: he parted his lips, inviting me in as he angled his head to kiss me more deeply. he broke the kiss briefly to whisper. âfuck the plan. fuck the mission. fuck everything. right now, i just wanna fuck you.â he kissed me again before i could respond, his tongue diving into my mouth, hungry and desperate. âtell me i can.â
i kissed him back. âyes you can, please fuck meâ i begged, i was so desperate for him.
as soon as i gave him the permission, he kissesd me harder. he ground against me, his arousal was now so evident through his pants. âon your backâ he commanded between kisses, his breathing heavy and rapid. ânowâ
i immediately did what he asked, lying down on my back. as soon as i did, he positioned himself between my legs and leaned down to capture my lips again, his tongue exploring my mouth greedily. he started to rock his hips, pressing his hard bulge against my core through our clothes.
âfuckâ i let out a moan.
he grinned against my lips, pleased with my reaction. he continued to grind against me, his movements becoming more urgent and desperate. his hands reach for the top of my suit, tugging at it impatiently. âoffâ he growled, breaking the kiss.
i started taking off the top of my suit, as he asked. i wasnât wearing a bra underneath it.
his eyes widened as he took in the sight of my bare breasts. he licked his lips, his gaze lingering on my chest before snapping back to my face. without hesitation, he leaned down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and biting gently, making small sounds escape from my lips. âfuck, you're perfectâ
his mouth moved to my other breast to give it equal attention. he ground against my core again, his control slipping. he could feel me moaning against his mouth and my body writhing beneath him. his thumbs hook into my pants. âtake those off, nowâ
i did as he asked once again, but taking my lace panties on. i started to grind against him and roll my hips over his, knowing that it would drive him mad. he groaned deeply âfucking hellâ he muttered, his voice strained with desire.
he reached down to grab my hips, lifting me slightly as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my lace panties. he pulls them down, tossing them aside carelessly. he looks down at my bare pussy, his eyes glinting with hunger. âtell me to stopâ
âno please, please i donât want you to stopâ she begged.
he growled, his hand reaching down to cup my pussy possessively. it was already so wet, and when he discovered that he couldnât help but smirk proudly. he slid one finger inside of my pussy, causing me to let out a moan. âoh yeah?â
i nodded desperately while repeating words like âyeahâ and âkeep goingâ.
he chuckled darkly, adding a second finger and curling them upward to hit that sweet spot inside of me. it felt so good. he watched my face contort with pleasure, my eyes fluttering shut. âlook at meâ he demanded, his voice firm. âi wanna see your face when you come for meâ
i tried to keep my eyes open despite the pleasure, but it became more difficult when he began moving his fingers faster, more insistently, sensing i was close. his other hand moves to tease my clit, making me gasp and buck against him. âsuch a good girl, taking my fingers so perfectlyâŚâ his voice drops to a whisper. âimagine how good my cock will feelâŚâ
âfuck yeah itâd feel soo goodâ i moaned against his lips.
fuck i loved when he talked dirty to me, it was so fucking hot, and he must have understood it too, by the way my walls clenched around his fingers at his words.
sensing my approval, he leaned down to whisper directly into my ear, his hot breath mingling with his dirty words. âi'm gonna stretch you open with my dick, fuck you so hard you forget your own name... you wanna feel that, baby? you want me to fuck you?â
âyes please fuck me!â she begged, he made her a moaning mess.
his jaw tightens with lust. he pulls his fingers out of my wet pussy, making me whimper. he quickly shoved his pants and boxers down to free his hard length. he looks down at me, as i was spreading thighs, his voice hoarse. âno condomâ
âwe donât need it, i need to feel youâ i moaned.
he positioned himself at my entrance, the tip of his raw length pressing against me. he looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation. âyou sure? no protection?â he asked, his voice low. âbecause once i start, i'm not pulling outâŚâ he warned.
âthen donât pull outâ i said seductively, while biting my bottom lip.
with a guttural growl, he thrusted forward, filling me completely in one harsh motion. he doesn't even give me time to adjust, instead, he starts pounding without mercy, his raw flesh slapping against mine. i cried out his name.
âfuck you take me so wellâ he panted
he grinned, thrusting harder and deeper, enjoying the way my body responded to his. âyou like my big cock inside you, don't you?â he taunted. he leaned down to bite my lip gently.
suddenly, i flipped our positions, rolling him onto his back and straddling him, sitting on his cock as i started riding him.
his eyes widen. âfuckâ he hissed, his hands grabbing my ass tightly and the squeezing it. âyou look so fucking hot like thisâ his head falls back for the pleasure.
i started riding his dick harder, taking it deep inside my pussy. i was so close now.
he groaned loudly, his fingers digging into my hips, leaving bruises on my skin, as he helped me bounce faster on his cock. âthat's it, babyâ he panted, he could feel his own orgasm building rapidly. âyou gonna come on my dick?â
i nodded desperately, as i was closer and closer to my release. my pussy started clenching around his cock.
âlike that?â he asked hoarsely, watching my tits bounce. he gave me a sharp thrust from below, hitting me deep. âhere?â another thrust. âor is it better here?â he hit the g-spot again and again, making me cry out, it was too much. âyou gonna scream my name when you come?â
âoh fuck, keep hitting that spot iâm so close, pleaseâ i begged. he kept hitting it mercilessly, his face contorting with his impending orgasm. he grabbed my tits, squeezing them roughly. âcum on my dick, babyâ he growled. âscream my name when you come.â i could tell he was so close too.
and finally, there it was, the feeling i was chasing finally hits, and it felt good. so good i had to cried out and scream his name as i came. that was all wade needed to get to his own high. with one last thrusts he released deep inside my pussy, holding me tightly against him. âfuck yesâ he groaned, his cock pulsing with each jet of his cum.
âfuck... so fucking goodâŚâ he whispered, pulling my face down so our lips were were inches apart. âlook at what you fucking do to meâŚâ he connected our lips with a slow and sloppy kiss, as he was still throbbing inside me.
he broke the kiss, a satisfied smirk on his face. âyou know what?â he asked, still catching his breath. i looked at him, waiting for him to finish the sentence. âi could get used to this.â and then he gave me a playful wink. âround two in five minutes?â
âwhat about the mission?â i asked.
he shrugged unconcerned. âah, fuck the missionâ he said dismissively. âi'd rather spend the day buried inside you. we can worry about saving the world later.â he chuckled and kisses me again, his hands wandering over my body possessively. âfive minutesâŚâ
âfive minutesâ i repeated before kissing his lips again.
a/n: this was my first one-shot, i really hope you liked it, and if you did, donât be scared to like ore reblog, it would really help me since this blog is new. let me know if you have any kind of request, not just on deadpool, it can be of any marvel character or more, iâm happy to write them <3
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