Deadpool squealed and ran off to Y/n’s bedroom. Y/n had responded by rolling their eyes and going to pop a Tylenol. This Deadpool guy is a headache, especially after a particularly shitty day at work. Still, Y/n thought, maybe he’s good in bed. It always seems to be the odd ones that are.

As soon as Y/n enters the room Deadpool calls, “Like what you see?” He’d stretched himself out on his side, doing his very best impression of the “paint me like one of your french girls” pose, still fully spandex clad.

Y/n raises an eyebrow, but lets their eyes wander. They had to give it to him, he is hot. Even fully clothed Y/n can tell he’s built. Their eyes rest a little longer than necessary on his thighs. Turns out crime fighting on a diet consisting solely of Mexican food is a pretty good muscle-building regime.

“Wellllll?” Deadpool waggles his eyebrows again, and repositions himself slightly.

It strikes Y/n then that he’s trying to be sexy for them. That shouldn’t come as a shock, but it definitely does. They’ve had a history of not all that great boyfriends. To have a man want to please them is almost intoxicating. It’s that more than anything that starts a fire in them. There’s only one little problem though, “You still have your suit on. Take it off.”

“Sorry, babe, no can do. The suit stays on during sex.”

“How are we going to get to having sex if you’re fully clothed?”

“Glad you asked!” He reaches down to his waist band.

“Aht. We don’t need your dick out right now anyways. Lay on your back.” He flops onto his back as Y/n approaches the bed, eyes watching his body hungrily. They wonder briefly if he knew how attractive he is, then figure it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, “There we go, good” they smile. “Handsome boy.”

Y/n straddles his hips, “Pull your mask up.”

“Sor-”

“I’ve already seen the bottom of your face, pull your mask up.”

Deadpool swallows hard but obeys, pulling his mask so it’s caught on the bridge of his nose. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips. Even with his eyes covered Y/n can tell he’s watching them intently.

When they lean down to kiss him Y/n smiles again. For a while they’re content like that, bracing themself above him and admiring how desperate he is for more. Then Y/n moves one of their legs between his thighs. Almost immediately he bucks his hips up into them, desperate for some sort of friction.

“Aww, handsome, you like that?”

“Yess,” he moans, trying to grind up into them and arch his back at the same time.

They chuckle watching him. He gives up trying to press his chest up into them. Y/n watches his face for a while and admires his gasps and moans. They wonder how long it’d been since someone fucked him. He whines out a plea, and Y/n obliges capturing his lips again in a kiss. This time they nip at his bottom lip. Immediately he opens his mouth, more than happy to do what they like.

They’re a bit put out still, not being able to see the rest of his face. Instead they content themself with feeling his body through his suit. Running their fingers over where his nipples should be and marveling at how sensitive he is, even with the added layer. It only makes them want him naked more. Y/n smirks into his mouth and reaches down to palm his now straining dick. “Look at you, baby, are you gonna cum already?”

Without thinking he nods frantically, pushing up into their hand.

Y/n gives a thoughtful hum and pulls their hand away, “Can’t have that, can we?”

He opens his eyes again, hips still trying to find friction against the air. Y/n gets up from the bed and watches him, almost daring him to try to get up. When he lays still they smile again, “Good boy.” Then they grab the hem of their shirt and pull it up halfway, feeling more than seeing his eyes boring into them. Deciding not to torture the poor man too much Y/n doesn’t drag it out. They pull the shirt over their head and toss it into the corner of the bedroom. The rest of their clothes follow shortly after and then they’re back on the bed. 

They straddle him again, this time setting more of their weight on him and letting him rock his hips against them. Deadpool’s hands are twisting in the blankets, clearly trying to restrain from touching until he’s given permission. Such a polite boy, “You can touch me, good boy.” Immediately his hands shoot to their hips, pulling them more firmly onto his bulge and whining in frustration that his cock was still trapped in his suit. Y/n lets him pull their hips more firmly on his dick and smiles when he reaches up instead to fondle their chest, clumsily trying to play with their nipples.

When they were satisfied with that they swat his hands away and ignore his affronted look. “Ready to put that mouth to better use, handsome boy?”

A wicked grin spreads across his face, tongue flicking out to run over his teeth. Y/n is again pleasantly surprised that he’s apparently so eager to please. Large hands had gone to knead at their ass in hopes they’d just move forwards already. Y/n raised themselves on their knees before shuffling forwards a bit and hovering over his face. They laugh a bit when he pulls at their hips, trying to get them to sit.

As soon as Y/n sits down Deadpool wraps his arms up over their thighs to hold them in place. Immediately Y/n realizes that they’re not going to last long like this. ‘Pool’ is eating them out like a man starved. Y/n leans back for better leverage to grind down on his face. Their head drops back onto their shoulders, “Fuck, don’t stop. Handsome boy.” 

Y/n reaches back again to palm at his cock. This only encourages Deadpool more. He releases one of their thighs to sink a finger into them, crooking it slightly. Y/n bears down on the finger, desperately wanting more. Deadpool is only happy to oblige, pushing another finger in and fucking Y/n harder. It’s too much and not enough all at once. Until Y/n suddenly tenses and grinds down hard on his fingers as their orgasm tears through them. Deadpool keeps fingering them through their orgasm.

When they’re done Deadpool pulls his fingers out and traps their thighs again. He keeps on licking and sucking and nipping until Y/n is twitching from overstimulation. They try to kneel up from his onslaught. He keeps them there for one last broad lick that makes their whole body lurch. When he does release them they fall against the headboard to catch their breath while he gets up from under them and kneels up.

“I want you on your back.”

Y/n lets out a laugh, but falls onto their back anyways and spreads their legs. “Fuck me.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice,” He grins and immediately covers them. For a moment Deadpool debates teasing himself for a while, but seeing Y/n on their back spreading their legs for him makes him push forwards into them right away. If this ends up being a dream he’d be pissed at himself for not getting to the point. Seeing his head push into their entrance almost immediately confirms his choice. It also confirms that he isn’t going to last long at all. Still he tries to ease into it at first. Slowly thrusting alll the way in then dragging back out. He loves their little sounds, loves even more that he chose to have them on their back so he could watch their face. They very quickly drive him to wanting more. So he leans down to prop himself above them on his forearms then lays into it. Right away he feels his orgasm start to build and it only spurs him to go faster. Y/n wraps their legs around his waist and angles their hips up, seemingly recovered from their earlier orgasm.

Deadpool loses his rhythm as his orgasm builds. Y/n had wrapped an arm around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. That along with their walls clenching around him draws out his orgasm. He can’t help coming. Vaguely he wonders if he’ll be punished for it, somehow he doesn’t think he’d mind. He pushes as far into them as he can get, then pushes some more. They’d broken the kiss and Deadpool is panting to regain his breath, dick still in them. He lets his weight rest on them for a bit before pulling out and rolling over beside them.