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This was dumb. It was foolish, careless, and an all-around terrible idea. He shouldn’t be here, he knew that – and yet, here he stood, dressed in a simpler version of his Spider-Man outfit, the flier announcing ‘the best Spider-Man-themed Halloween party in all of New York City!’ clutched tightly in his hand.
Peter stared up at the ridiculously big mansion with its flashy lights and tacky Halloween-decorations. Laughter and music filtered out through the windows, the people inside clearly having a blast. He gave himself a mental push, prompting his legs to carry him to the front door. He lifted a hand but hesitated, finger hovering just over the doorbell. When had he become such a coward?! He would have jumped at this opportunity a few years back. It’s not like there were any actual risks, anyways. It was just a little bit of fun.
“Dude, are you gonna ring the bell or what?!” a voice snapped him out of his thoughts, nearly making him jump. He turned his head to the person behind him. They were wearing a red-and-blue suit made of all the wrong materials, and the web pattern didn’t match the actual Spider-Man-suit at all.
“Uhm…,” Peter said unhelpfully, his finger still hovering over the bell.
“Listen, man, I don’t really care if you don’t want to be here or something, but at least move so other people can ring the fucking bell.”
“Oh, uhm, sorry,” Peter apologized, cringing slightly as he hastily stepped aside.
“Fucking ridiculous,” the stranger muttered under their breath, stepping up to the doorbell and ringing it without hesitation. Instead of the sound of a bell, a loud spooky laugh rang out from behind the door, which was enthusiastically yanked open only moments later.
“Dressed like Spidey, come inside-y!” some stranger, also dressed in a variation of the spider costume, but without the mask on, slurred, a wide grin on their face and clearly drunk.
Peter hesitated for just another second before he pulled himself together and followed the other person inside. They were right, after all – he was being ridiculous. With the sheer mass of people dressed as Spider-Man at this oddly specific Halloween party, there was no way anyone would recognize him as the real deal; he just needed to get his head out of his spidery behind and relax a little.
He took a deep breath and looked around, trying to get a sense of the place. They were in a foyer of some kind, a massive room with a big staircase leading up that was just as impressive as the outside of the building had led to believe.
The themed décor consisted of little Spider-Man fairy-lights wrapped around the banisters, fake spiderwebs that covered the corners of the ceiling, and occasional life-sized dummies. Some of the dummies were your more usual Halloween decorations – skeletons, ghosts, that sort of thing – but, fitting the theme of the party, there were also multiple Spider-Men, including one made out of plastic that was hanging face-down from the middle of the ceiling, turned into an unusually shaped chandelier by the candles stuck to his back. It was completely overkill, and Peter enjoyed it more than he would ever dare to admit.
It was about an hour and a half since the party had officially started, according to the flier, and the mansion was already filled with people standing together in small groups, sitting on the wide staircase or dancing it out on the impromptu dance floor, all dressed as Spider-Man.
Peter carefully maneuvered his way around a couple wildly making out in the middle of a doorway and stepped into what seemed to be the kitchen – and the source of the booze, judging by the gigantic, pumpkin-shaped punch-bowl in the middle of the counter.
“You want some, sweetheart?” a voice asked from somewhere next to Peter. “It’s my secret recipe, only brought out for special occasions.”
He turned his head to look at the person, ready to secretly judge yet another terrible imitation of his superhero costume. To his surprise, all the person was wearing were some red-and-blue booty shorts and a crop top with his masked face on it, as well as some slightly disturbing Spider-Man slippers with a little Spidey head jutting up from the front of each foot. More remarkable than the choice of clothing, though, was the extremely detailed, full-body make-up the person was wearing, making it look like they were heavily scarred all over.
“Oh wow, cool costume, dude!” Peter complimented, looking them up and down a second time just to drink in all the details – and maybe look at their exposed arms, legs and abs a little more, because damn this person was absolutely shredded. “This is a lot more creative than anything I could have ever come up with. What gave you the idea?”
The person shrugged. “Just wanted to do something different, I guess. Sexy sleepy-time-Spidey, but make it spooky, you know?” they explained, giving Peter a once-over. “Love the attention to detail on your suit, by the way! Most other people I’ve seen so far either have the store-bought stuff or some sloppy-ass handcrafted thing that looks nothing like the real deal.”
Peter’s chest puffed up immediately, and he basically gleamed with pride. “I know right?!” he agreed, moving closer and lowering his voice to avoid being overheard. “With some of these costumes, I see them, and I’m like, ‘dude, that’s cotton, what are you doing?!’ Or they, like, have the web pattern, but it’s just all over the place? And I’m like, ‘have you ever seen Spider-Man before?!’ It’s almost insulting, really!” He laughed and the other person’s eyes lit up.
“Finally, someone that understands me!” they exclaimed, almost groaning as they did. “I’ve been trying to tell people these things for ages, but no one ever listens to me! It’s like, okay, I get that we can’t all have the perfect body and sexy ass of our favorite friendly-neighborhood-spider – and that’s completely fine, I’m the last person to start body shaming anyone – but either show some creativity in your dress-up or respect the goods, you know?
“Like, I know I can’t sew for shit, so I’m not even gonna try, but some of these people can clearly sew and they still mess up the pattern so badly? And not even in an artistic way, but just because they haven’t bothered looking up a single picture of Spider-Man for reference and I just don’t understand it! Like, Spider-Man gives so much to the people of this city every goddamn day and you can’t even google him?! Why?!”
Other than Peter, they hadn’t lowered their voice one bit, either not noticing the glares they had started to receive the longer their rant went on or simply not caring as they threw their hands up in frustration, clearly having talked themselves into a bit of a rage. Despite this, Peter couldn’t help but smile, blushing at the onslaught of compliments for his hero persona. Maybe it was better that he hadn’t taken off his mask yet, being so used to the feeling of wearing one from his daily patrols – at least this way he wouldn’t give himself away with any too-obvious reactions.
“You seem very passionate about Spider-Man,” he observed casually, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the marble countertop.
The person looked almost insulted. “Passionate doesn’t even begin to capture my feelings for this man, sweet cheeks,” they corrected him, dramatically clutching at their chest. “Spidey is my hero – and I’m not just saying that because he’s literally a hero.
“He’s better than anyone else I know, human and superhuman alike, with the biggest fucking heart I’ve ever witnessed in anyone, and I would literally die for him if he asked me for it. Maybe even if he didn’t ask me for it, although I don’t think he would like that very much. He seems like the kind of person that would even care for a mon… for someone like me.
“He's the light of my life, the shimmer of hope in my deepest despair, the man that makes me want to be a better person than I ever have been, just so that I’d be worthy of his presence. He is everything and he is more – and I also kind of want to grab that juicy little ass of his and bury my face in it, but that’s beside the point.”
At this point in their rambling, Peter was openly gaping at them – well, as openly as he could with his mask still on – heat rising up his chest and covering his face in a furious blush as his heart stumbled helplessly around his chest. No one, not even a single soul, had ever spoken that way to or about Peter before, and he was at a complete loss on what to do with this newfound information as his brain sputtered and spun.
The person cocked their head slightly, clearly noticing that something was off. “Are you okay in there? Getting enough air under the mask and everything?”
Peter cleared his throat, but it didn’t do anything against the roughness of his voice when he spoke. “Yup. ‘m fine. Totally fine,” he croaked, sounding everything but fine.
The person sighed. “Okay, c’mere, let’s get you outside for a bit so you can breathe, alright?”
Peter hesitantly took a step towards them, feeling lightheaded. This shredded, sparsely-clad person had just spilled their heart out to him about how they would literally die for him and now their gaze held nothing but concern for his health and safety.
The person put a warm hand on his lower back, guiding him out of the kitchen, through the room with the impromptu dance floor, and out the back into a sprawling garden.
The cold night air hit Peter as soon as they stepped outside and he breathed in deeply, feeling safe enough in the dark that now surrounded them to roll up his mask halfway and enjoy the sting of the light breeze on his bare skin. “Thanks,” he said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between them as they had both looked out into the night. “I guess I did need that.”
A flash of white broke the dark as the person gave him a wide grin. “Any time, darling. I don't want anyone collapsing at my own party, if I can avoid it. Especially not a fellow Spider-Man connoisseur like you,” they said, shrugging slightly.
Peter blinked. “Wait, this is your party?! So….” He turned around, squinting at the building looming over them. “This is your house?! Are you, like, a billionaire or something?!”
The person smirked. “Why, you looking for a sugar daddy?” they asked, their voice low and gravelly. “You know, I wouldn’t mind…. You might not be the real Spider-Man, but your ass is a close second to his.”
Peter spluttered indignantly, trying to ignore the arousal shooting down his spine and pooling heat in his belly. “What? No! Shut up!” he demanded, although his words lacked any real sharpness. “So, you are a billionaire?”
“Nah. The previous owner was, though. That and a human trafficker, but I took him out and kept the building as a little bonus,” the other person joked – well, Peter assumed they were joking, anyway, as they couldn’t possibly be telling the truth. “The name’s Wade, by the way. Wade Wilson. Any pronouns, generally speaking, although today feels more like a she/her day. Not that most people care, I rarely get addressed with anything other than he/him. I guess it's hard for them to connect someone like me with anything else.”
Peter scoffed. “What, so just because you’re jacked, they can only associate you with masculinity?! That’s a load of horse dung if you ask me,” he declared, before hesitating. Should he really give out his name like this? Sure, nobody suspected him yet, but what if that changed? Then again, Wade had trusted him with her name, and he liked Wade. He trusted her, even if he couldn’t quite explain where that trust came from. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker,” he finally gave in, heart pounding at the unusual admission of truth. “He/him pronouns for me. It’s nice to meet you.”
Wade laughed, her eyes glinting in the dark. “You’re right, it is a load of horse dung,” she agreed, clearly amused, before her smile softened. “And it’s very nice to meet you, too, Peter Parker.”
An hour later, they were still out in the garden, sitting cross-legged on the slightly damp grass and talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Peter excitedly told Wade about the science project he was currently running at the lab, complained about his shitty boss (without mentioning Spider-Man or the Daily Bugle, of course) and had an avid discussion about the latest Star Wars movie with her, while she talked about different martial arts techniques, proper weapon care, her passion for cooking and her newly discovered love for knitting.
Peter had worried that Wade might get cold in the short clothes she was wearing, but when he had asked, she had simply shrugged, saying that her body was like a running furnace and that she would probably have to stand in a blizzard to actually feel cold. Peter guessed that was an exaggeration, but he took her word for it anyway.
“I have knitted a scarf so long I could probably start wearing it as a dress soon,” Wade said casually, making Peter snort with laughter.
“Why don’t you just knit a dress, then, if that’s what you want?” he asked, grinning widely. “I bet it would look good on you. You seem like the type of person who looks good in dresses.”
Wade smiled. “You think? Well, in that case, I’m gonna start looking for tutorials as soon as this party is over. Should I make you one, too? I think your ass would look gorgeous in a dress, baby,” she purred, the words and intonation sending sparks of arousal directly to Peter’s crotch.
That was the other thing – in the hour they had sat here, the flirting between them had increased steadily, and Peter thought that if they didn’t move this constant teasing to something more hands-on soon, he might actually lose it.
“Mh, I don’t know. I’ve never worn a dress before,” Peter admitted. “You really think I could?”
Wade gasped. “That is a crime that calls for correction!” she announced, suddenly jumping to her feet. “I can’t believe a pretty queer guy like you has never had the chance to wear a dress before! Unless… you aren’t…?”
Peter raised an eyebrow, even if he knew it was hard to see in the darkness and through the mask he was still half-wearing. “Wade. I have been flirting with you for the past hour. Of course I’m queer,” he replied, an exasperated kind of amusement in his voice as he got up to his feet as well.
“Alright, gorgeous, dress me up.”
Wade made a noise somewhere in the back of her throat, a choked, whiny sound that made Peter’s heart jump and his cock twitch. “Keep talking like that and I might undress you instead,” she growled, her voice heavy with desire.
Peter swallowed. “What if I wanted that?” he asked, pushing aside the brief concern about his secret identity flashing up in his brain. Nobody knew he was the real Spider-Man, so he could show his face without revealing anything. It was fine. He needed this. He wanted this. He wanted Wade.
To his surprise and disappointment, his question seemed to throw Wade, almost as if he was catching her off-guard. “I… I don’t know if that’s…,” she started saying, an uncertainty to her voice that sounded entirely foreign to Peter, when suddenly Peter’s spider-senses blared white-hot in alarm.
Without thinking, he grabbed Wade, pulling her closer and to the side just in time for the big, heavy flower-pot to miss her by a hair’s width, crashing onto the ground and shattering to pieces, despite the relatively soft surface it had landed on.
“Whoops… sorry!” a stranger’s voice called out from the balcony above them, before breaking into giggles. “Didn't see you down there….” Their words slurred together and they were clearly drunk as all hell, but Peter didn’t care, anger bursting forth after the initial shock had subsided.
“What the hell, dude?! You could have killed her!” he yelled, pulling Wade in tighter without even realizing. “Get off the balcony now or I’m coming up there, and I swear you don’t want that to happen!”
“Alright, alright, geez… ‘m already leaving…,” the stranger pouted, feet dragging over the stone of the balcony as they stumbled towards the house, the slide door of the balcony clattering loudly as they probably ran into it. “Ouch, fuck! Shit!”
Peter rolled his eyes, having little sympathy for the person that had nearly smashed his gorgeous new friend-and-hopefully-potentially-more with a flower pot, even if by accident. “Shouldn’t have gone onto the balcony if you’re that drunk, then maybe you wouldn’t have hit the door on your way out!” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly.
“You’re him.”
Peter froze, slowly turning to Wade, who he now realized he was still holding tightly against himself, like she would disappear if he didn’t. He let go.
“What?” he croaked, his brain suddenly blaring with a very different kind of alarm.
“You’re him,” Wade repeated. She sounded utterly shell-shocked, but there was no doubt in her voice. “You’re Spider-Man.”
Peter tried to deny it anyway. “What? No, I’m not. What are you talking about?! That’s ridiculous!” he claimed, his voice only a little too high and tense to be normal, fighting down the hysterical laugh trying to bubble up in his throat.
“No, you are definitely him!” Wade said again, insistently, her eyes boring into Peter as if she could dig the truth out of him with them. “You… you actually… you’re him!” She threw her hands up like she had done earlier, when they had discussed the lack of effort on some of the peoples’ costumes, starting to pace back and forth on the damp grass and barely seeming to notice the clay shards she was walking across in nothing but slippers. “Oh my god, I can’t believe that you’re actually him! What… how… Why?! Why would you be here, of all places?!”
Peter let his shoulders fall in defeat, acknowledging that there was no way he could salvage this and protect his secret anymore. Instead, he shrugged. “It seemed fun,” he said quietly, his voice barely a whisper. “I just… I just wanted a nice evening out. Told myself it would be fine. That nobody would find out. I thought… I thought it would be exciting, being reckless like that for a bit. Playing with this. Being so close to people knowing, but nobody actually knowing.”
Tears were welling up in his eyes now, but he swallowed them down, not wanting to cry in front of Wade. It had been foolish, he had known that, had known it was a bad idea from the start. Why hadn’t he listened to himself?!
Wade had stopped pacing, staring at Peter instead, her blue eyes wide with shock and wonder and something he couldn’t quite place. “Oh my god. I can’t believe…,” she started again, before swallowing hard, making that tiny noise again that Peter started to find utterly irresistible, no matter the situation. “Are you telling me, that the kind, funny, sexy guy I have been flirting with all night and that, miraculously, has been flirting back for some reason, is the same guy I have worshiped and admired from a distance for years?!
“I…. Please tell me I’m not dreaming right now. Or if I am, don’t let me wake up, like, ever. Ohmygod, I can’t believe this is real. Is this real? I probably shouldn’t assume that. Am I dead? Have I managed to stay dead for once? Or has my brain just gone completely out of the window now?”
Peter’s heart was stumbling around in his chest again, the familiar blush creeping its way over his entire upper body as he stared back at Wade, unsure what to make of the situation or her words. “You’re… you’re not dead,” he tried after a while, his voice rough and a little bit shaky. “I don’t know why you would think that, but… this is real. You… you won’t tell anyone, will you?” He sounded small, almost scared, and he realized with a start that he was. He hadn’t trusted anyone with his identity in years, desperately trying to protect anyone left that he cared about, and he hadn’t planned to do it again any time soon.
Wade shook her head as if to clear herself from whatever stupor she was under. “What?! Of course not!” she answered, frowning slightly. “My morals might be questionable and my brain a little too similar to Swiss cheese to be reliable, but I’m not gonna snitch on you! I said I would die for you and I mean it. Your secret is a thousand percent safe with me.”
Peter exhaled deeply. “Good. Okay. Thanks…. Thank you, Wade,” he replied honestly, feeling relieved. “But please don’t die for me. I’m still not entirely sure what to think about everything you’ve said to me, if you actually mean any of it, but….”
He didn’t get any further than that, before Wade interrupted him with a sound almost akin to a growl. “Believe me, baby boy, I meant every single word I’ve just said. You’re everything to me,” she promised, her voice fierce and without any doubt.
Peter swallowed. “Everything and more,” he repeated the words Wade had said earlier in a whisper, a shiver running down his spine as the heat slowly returned to just below his stomach.
Wade’s eyes glazed over a little and she looked at Peter with the most intense gaze he had ever received. “Everything and more,” she confirmed, stepping closer and reaching out a hand as if to touch Peter’s face, but pulling back at the last second, the uncharacteristic insecurity Peter had witnessed before returning to her.
“What’s wrong?” Peter asked immediately, a tug of disappointment in his chest.
Wade shook her head. “It’s… this is not… you don’t want…,” she started, but breaking off each time. She took a deep breath, hands clenched into fists at her sides. “This,” she gestured at her body, “isn’t a costume. I mean, the clothes are, but the… the skin? The scars? That’s all just me, baby.”
She laughed, but it was a dark kind of laughter, deprived of any joy and tinged with bitterness. “I usually take advantage of this holiday to dress comfortably for once, seeing as my Freddy Krueger look fits the theme perfectly. People don’t question it on Halloween, they just assume it’s make-up or some very elaborate prosthetics. They even compliment me on it sometimes, like you did. It’s… it’s a nice break from the usual reactions.”
Peter’s heart broke a little at her words and he felt a surge of guilt over his own assumption. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have… that was kind of shitty of me, wasn’t it?” he apologized, looking at his feet remorsefully.
Wade shrugged. “It’s okay, I wouldn’t want it to be real, either,” she said dismissively. “I mean, I look like a prune and an avocado had a really fucked up baby. I’m honestly surprised you didn’t vomit on me yet, it must be horrifying that someone like me almost touched you.” She laughed again, but like before, it sounded strained.
A surge of anger welled up in Peter and he scowled. “What the fuck, Wade?!” he asked, making the other flinch at the unexpected swearing. “You don’t… Do you really think that’s what I think of you now?! That you’re ugly, that I would… that I’m disgusted by you?! Wade, you… I know we haven’t known each other for very long, but I like you. Like, really, really like you. I don’t mind your scars. They’re unusual, sure, but that’s not a bad thing. You’re still, like, the hottest person I’ve ever met!”
Wade swallowed. “Are you… are you sure?” she asked, sounding small in a way that made Peter’s heart ache.
“Yes, Wade, I’m sure. Like, incredibly sure,” Peter confirmed, a smile finding its way back on his face as he looked at Wade. “Now, will you please kiss me already?! Because I’m starting to get a little bit impatient over here.”
Hesitantly, Wade stepped closer again, raising her hand ever so slowly towards Peter’s face. For a moment, Peter felt the urge to grab it and just pull it upwards, but he controlled himself. He didn’t want to spook her, not when she was obviously having such a hard time with this.
Finally, Wade’s hand came to rest against the exposed part of Peter’s face, trembling slightly, the touch sending small, electric shivers down his spine. Her hand had more texture than Peter had ever felt on another person’s skin, some parts rougher, some smoother; mounds and indentations of various sizes covering every inch of it. He leaned into the touch carefully, sighing in contentment as the trembling slowly receded.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, quietly.
Wade hesitated. “Always,” she finally admitted, her hand stroking carefully down Peter’s cheek and along his jawline. “God, your skin is so soft, baby. Makes me want to run my filthy hands all over your perfect body.”
Peter clicked his tongue. “No self-deprecating talk when we’re together,” he demanded, giving her a stern look, before it changed into something softer and more flirtatious. “If you keep to that rule, you have my permission to put those gorgeous hands of yours anywhere you like, though.”
Wade growled at that, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him closer as she finally surged down to kiss him. The kiss was desperate, hungry and a little bit rough, her lips as textured as her hands. Peter lost himself in it immediately, a pleased moan escaping his mouth that made Wade’s body tense with arousal.
“Bedroom. Now,” she demanded between kisses, and Peter could only nod, gladly letting himself be dragged back inside.
“Get out!” Wade snarled at the people making out on the bed as they finally arrived at the bedroom. The three people looked up, expressions changing from annoyed to somewhere between pitiful and horrified as they saw the stretch of scars on Wade’s face. They scrambled off the bed, hastily plucking their clothes from the floor as they hurried out the door and down the hallway half-clothed.
Peter scowled after them, but he didn’t have much time to be mad at them for their reaction before Wade lifted him up and veritably threw him onto the sheets. Wade crawled on after him with a hungry expression on her face that made his half-hard cock twitch in excitement.
“Wade…,” he moaned, slinging his arms around her as she started kissing every little bit of skin on his face that she could reach.
“Can I?” she asked, tracing the edge of his rolled-up mask gently.
Peter nodded. “As hot as anonymous sex can be sometimes, that’s not really what I’m aiming for here,” he assured her, smirking slightly.
Wade chuckled. “Good, because I think it would be a bit of a crime if you got to wear a mask and I didn’t,” she joked, tugging her fingers under his mask and carefully pulling it off.
As soon as the mask was off, she stilled, eyes wide as she took in the sight of Peter’s flushed face, lips half parted and eyes blinking up to her from underneath thick lashes. “Fuck, you’re even hotter than I imagined, baby boy,” she breathed, her pupils blown wide and her own erection obvious under the soft fabric of the booty shorts.
“Mh, you’re pretty hot too, gorgeous,” Peter replied, smiling as he raked his eyes over her body.
Wade whined. “Please call me that any time you like,” she pleaded, leaning down again for another kiss. “Is there anything I should know about before we do this? Hard limits, wants, safe-words? Language to use or not to use?”
Peter bit his lip, warmth spreading through him at the tender care in Wade’s voice. “No pain. I get hurt on the job enough, so I’m not really into it. Being rough is okay, I like that, but just don’t take it too far, please, even if I heal quicker than most people,” he started, thinking carefully about his answers. “No degradation either, from both sides. All the words typically associated with men's bodies are fine with me. And as for safe-words… we can go with red-yellow-green for now, should we need it, if that’s okay with you?”
Wade nodded. “I’m fine with that. And what do you want me to do?” she asked, voice low and teasing.
Peter squirmed underneath her, his cock twitching desperately as he pictured all the delicious things they could get up to, images flashing through his mind at lightning speed and flooding his body with heat. He took a deep, shuddering breath, forcing himself to look into Wade’s eyes as he answered her question.
“I want to go down on you and give you the best blowjob you have ever received. I want your tongue on my dick as I look into your gorgeous blue eyes. I want you to tie me up or hold me down as you fuck me into the pillows. I want you to touch and kiss and worship me anywhere you can reach. I want you to compliment and praise me and make me feel wanted,” Peter listed off, blushing brightly as he spoke, but keeping his voice steady.
He paused for a second. “I want you to hold me tight when we’re done. To cuddle and talk about anything we want. If you like, we could also switch the main part around and let me do all of those things to you, instead.”
Wade let out a breathy moan, leaning her forehead against Peter's chest as she shut her eyes tightly. “Fuck, Spidey, that was the hottest shit I have ever witnessed, and I have witnessed a lot of things,” she whined, making Peter flinch slightly at the casual mixing of his identities. To be fair, if there was a place where it was completely inconspicuous to be called ‘Spidey’ while not wearing the entire suit, it was probably this party, but still. Habits like that were hard to shake.
“We haven’t even started yet, Wade,” he teased, trying to ignore the crumbs of doubt about his identity that still clung to him as he looked at her in amusement. Wade had promised not to tell anyone, and she didn’t seem like the kind of person to lie about that sort of thing. He was safe here with her, and so was his secret.
“Remind me why we haven’t?” Wade asked, voice still breathy as she looked up again, her eyes meeting Peter’s with an intense gaze.
He raised an eyebrow. “Maybe because you haven’t told me what your limits and needs are yet?” he suggested, straining his neck to lift his head from the bed and kiss Wade softly. “You gotta let a man know how to make his girl happy.”
Wade made that irresistible sound again and bit her lip, looking at Peter with hazy eyes. “You can use any words you like for any body part of mine and I’m extremely okay with doing everything you said,” she promised, “now can we please continue this?”
Peter laughed. “That's not exactly a detailed answer, Wade,” he pointed out, cocking his head slightly. “Don't you want to do this properly?”
Wade groaned, letting her head sink back onto Peter's chest as she curled in on herself. “I do, I just… This is too good, Peter,” she whispered, a tinge of despair in her voice. “It’s too good to be true. And I’m worried that, if I don’t get distracted soon, I’ll run away in a panic, or I’ll convince myself that this isn’t real, or… It’s just… I can’t ruin this, not now, not tonight, not with you.” She looked at Peter, eyes pleading, and he sighed.
“Alright,” he gave in, lifting his hand to gently stroke a thumb over Wade’s scarred cheekbone. “We’ll do it like this for tonight and continue this conversation some other time. It’s probably good to have more time to think anyway.”
Relieved, Wade smiled at him. “Thanks, baby boy,” she murmured, kissing Peter’s hand before her smile turned into a smirk and she slowly took two of Peter’s fingers into her mouth, swirling her textured tongue around them and sucking them further in as she looked deep into his eyes.
Peter hissed, blushing under her gaze and the skilled motion of her tongue. “S-so… who fucks who?” he managed to ask in a strained voice, mind too preoccupied with his own lust to be eloquent. Wade laughed around his fingers, the vibration against his skin making him quiver. She moved her head back, letting his fingers slip out of her mouth with a wet popping sound that made Peter’s dick strain against the tight costume.
“Could you… do you want to tie me up with your webs?” Wade asked, biting her lower lip as she looked at Peter with her gorgeous blue eyes. “I’ve kind of dreamed about that for a while now….”
Peter's brows shot upwards. “You have?!”
Wade nodded, a wide grin spreading across her face. “You’re the hottest spider in town, sweet cakes, haven’t you heard?” she teased. “Not that there are many contenders, but if there were, your ass would beat them all.” She wiggled her hairless eyebrows at Peter, making him laugh.
“Man, I wish I hadn’t left the web-shooters at home… I thought it would be too much of a risk if I used them on instinct, but I kind of regret that decision now,” he sighed, looking Wade up and down with a mischievous smile. “I would have loved to see you all tangled up in my web, waiting to be devoured by me.”
Wade swallowed hard, her arousal clear on all her features. “You can still devour me, baby,” she purred and her deep voice sent shivers down his spine. “You can do whatever you want to me, all I need from you is for you to do it fast, because it would be extremely embarrassing if I came without even being touched.”
Peter’s eyes went glassy. “You can do that?” he asked, voice hoarse as his brain conjured up the image of Wade coming untouched, arms tied behind her back while Peter only watched, jerking himself off at the sight in front of him. If that wasn’t the hottest thing he’d ever pictured, he didn’t know what was. He couldn’t wait to test it out sometime – but they had other plans for tonight.
Wade chuckled, clearly reading Peter's thoughts as she answered: “Maybe some other time, sweetheart. Now, since the webs thing is a bust, how about you push me up against the wall with that incredibly sexy super strength of yours and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore?”
Peter’s breath hitched in his throat and he swallowed. “As you wish, princess,” he replied, voice dark with lust and pupils blown wide as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, grabbed Wade right under her ass and lifted her up with barely any effort.
Wade gasped, moaning loudly as her dick pressed up against Peter’s torso, letting her head fall back as he carried her across the room. “Oh, fuck, Spidey, please call me that again,” she begged, voice rough and pleading.
Well, if this wasn’t interesting. “Do you like being called princess?” he purred, pushing her back against the wall and leaning forward to catch her throat with his lips, spreading soft kisses and little kitten licks over the scarred skin. Wade whined, nodding enthusiastically while simultaneously trying to give him more space on her neck and throat.
Peter smiled, letting Wade sink onto his jutted-out leg to free his hands and started running them up her sides and under what little fabric covered her chest. She moaned, arching into his touch as he teased her nipples with small twists and pinches. “Mh, you're being so good for me, princess,” he keened, pushing the crop top up so he could get his mouth on her breasts. “Look at these pretty little boobs you got, so beautiful.”
Wade’s breath hitched. “God, yes, keep talking like that, baby boy, that’s it,” she panted, running a hand through Peter’s tousled hair. “Fuck, you’re so gorgeous, love.”
Peter hummed against her chest, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth and enjoying the sounds it drew out of her. If his hands weren’t so busy with the gorgeous body in front of him, he could probably get himself off on the sounds and words coming out of Wade’s mouth alone; her mouth was absolutely filthy in the best way possible.
He drew his head back slightly, looking into Wade’s eyes with a lustful smile. “If you're this vocal about me just touching your chest, I really can’t help but wonder what would come out of that pretty mouth of yours with my mouth on your dick,” he admitted, making said dick twitch against his stomach.
“Do you want to find out?” Wade asked, seductively dragging a finger over Peter’s bottom lip before pushing it in. Peter’s eyes glazed over and he began to lick and suck on it almost on instinct. Wade growled. “Damn it, Petey, please tell me that’s a ‘yes’ on your mouth on my pussy,” she pleaded and Peter couldn’t help but smile.
He let her finger slip out of his mouth and gave it a little kiss. “There’s nothing I’d love more,” he promised, flexing his muscles as he grabbed her by the waist to push Wade further up the wall until her thighs were laying on his shoulders and her crotch was right up in his face.
Wade moaned, hips bucking forward slightly as he mouthed her erection through the fabric of her shorts, licking along the quite impressive length. He lowered a hand to tug on the shorts until her dick sprang free, softly slapping against his cheek. Peter’s breath hitched as he leaned into the radiating heat of it, carefully running his lips over the skin that was as scarred as the rest of Wade. He wondered briefly what had happened to her and how an accident of that proportion hadn’t instantly killed her, but his brain was running on too little blood to be concerning itself with actually important questions right now.
“You’re so gorgeous, Wade,” he breathed instead, drawing his head back just enough to close his mouth around the tip of her cock. A series of swear-words fell out of Wade’s mouth and Peter reveled in it, immediately pouring all his focus into making her feel as good as possible, drawing out as many swears and choked-up noises from her as he could.
At this point he wasn’t even holding her up anymore, her body held in place by strong legs crossed tightly behind his back, heels digging into his lower back and big hands clutching his head, fingers curled into his hair. Peter’s own hands were quite busy as well, stroking Wade’s shaft and cradling her balls as he sucked, licked, and moaned against the hot flesh; muscly thighs pressing in on either side of his face and making it hard for him to move as Wade dissolved into a babbling, shivering mess.
“Oh god, oh baby, I’m gonna… fuck, please don’t stop now, I’m so close, love, so… so close…,” Wade managed before letting her head fall back against the wall with a heavy thump; a long, drawn-out moan leaving her lips as her hips stuttered forward despite her best efforts at constraint.
Peter just hummed, redoubling his efforts as he looked up to her face. He was sure he looked positively obscene right now, pupils blown and eyes glazed over underneath his thick lashes, lips wet and red and wrapped around Wade’s pussy, spit dribbling down his chin. Wade took one look at him and her breath caught, hips surging forward as she came hard into Peter’s mouth, who did his best to swallow what he could.
Once he’d licked up the last drop of cum and let go of Wade’s softening cock, she slumped over like someone had cut her strings, almost falling off Peter’s shoulders in the process. “Hey, whoa there!” Peter laughed, voice slightly hoarse from the blowjob as he caught her. He put his hands back on her hips, gently letting her slide down the wall until she came to rest on his jutted-out leg again. “Are you okay?”
Wade let out a breathy laugh. “More than okay, sweetheart,” she assured him, lifting a hand to run it gently over his cheek to his mouth, tracing his lips with her fingers. “God, look at you, baby boy, all fucked out from taking my cock so well… You’re gorgeous like this, little spider, makes me want to feed you my pussy all the time from now on.”
Peter smiled, blushing slightly. “No complaints from me,” he said, leaning forward to give Wade an almost chaste kiss.
Wade groaned, grabbing the back of his neck to pull him back into a proper kiss, all sloppy tongues and scraping teeth. “You are too sexy for your own good, Peter Parker,” she growled once they separated again, eyes heavy with desire, before twisting her mouth into a cheeky smile. “So, do we switch positions now or is fucking me against the wall still on the table? Because I’m not leaving before you come at least once, sweet cheeks.”
Peter raised an eyebrow. “Ambitious, are we?” he teased, even as his dick twitched at the promise.
Wade grinned. “Well, I know you have better healing than most people and I’m guessing that also affects your stamina, so if you want to keep this going, I’m certainly not gonna stop you,” she remarked, making Peter shiver in excitement.
“If you insist…,” he said, pretending that he’d ever had any objections against that plan in the first place. “Are you good to go that much though? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
Wade scoffed. “Spidey, baby, I have more stamina than Haile Gebrselassie, and even if I didn’t, you still wouldn’t be taking advantage of me. This dick isn’t gonna get tired of you any time soon, so don’t worry your pretty little head about that,” she assured him, pressing a small kiss to his forehead that made Peter’s heart melt in his chest a little.
“Who?” he asked, earning a chuckle from Wade.
“Only one of the most famous long-distance runners in the world,” she replied, waving her hand dismissively. “Now stop asking questions, love, and show me that gorgeous cock of yours.”
He did end up fucking Wade against the wall like she had wanted him to, in the end, although not before Wade had used every trick and skill she had on a blowjob that almost literally blew Peter’s mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the heat of her body or the texture of her tongue – her entire mouth, really, including her throat, as he’d had the pleasure of finding out – or if she was Just That Good, but either way he was pretty sure he’d never come that hard before, his vision blacking out completely for a few seconds as the waves of his orgasm had drowned all of his senses with pleasure.
In exchange, he had made sure to put as much affection and care into every touch of Wade’s skin as he possibly could, showering her with praise and kind words as he made her come undone on his cock. Wade had cried then, briefly, but somehow it hadn’t felt awkward at all. Peter had simply kissed her tears away as he slowed his movements, making the whole thing rather more intimate than they had initially anticipated.
They had kept going for about two more rounds, having Wade worship Peter’s body in turn as they laid on the big, soft bed together before fucking the living daylight out of him, making both of them come this time. Feeling boneless and tired in a good way, they had spooned up against each other, Wade holding Peter from behind and tracing intricate patterns on his slightly damp skin.
“This was great… thank you, Wade,” Peter said with a content sigh, leaning further into the warmth behind him.
Wade hummed, looping one arm around him and holding him close. “Thank you, baby boy,” she replied, voice surprisingly serious. “I don’t think I’ve ever… It was a wonderful night. I won’t forget this.”
Peter snorted. “Uhm, yeah, I sure hope not,” he laughed. “I mean, I know I’m no Wade Wilson, but I’d like to think I’m not that terrible in bed.”
Wade shook her head, burying her nose in the crook of his neck. “You’re much better than I’ll ever be,” she murmured, her voice raw and honest.
“Hey, no self-deprecating talk when we’re together!” Peter reminded her, poking her arm. “You’re great, Wade. I don’t know why you can’t see that, and I’m sorry you can’t, but you are. You’re funny and kind and caring and extremely hot, and I, for one, am very glad to have met you.”
Wade swallowed. “I don’t deserve you,” she whispered, so quietly that Peter might not have heard it if it wasn’t for his enhanced senses. He turned around in Wade’s arms, worming an arm underneath her so he could hold her around the waist.
“Okay, firstly, that is not true, and secondly, too bad, you’re stuck with me now,” Peter said decisively, planting a kiss on the top of Wade’s head. “I’m a spider, they’re known to stick to things. And I like you, Wade. We might be strangers at a party now, but I want to get to know you properly, if you’re up for that. Learn about your favorite movies, beat you in Mario Kart, take you to the best food-trucks in town – that sort of thing, you know?”
Wade looked at him with an expression in her eyes that he couldn’t quite place. “You want to go on a date with me?” she asked, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
Peter nodded, flashing her a crooked smile. “If you want to, that is.”
Wade blinked at him, looking incredulous. “If I want to?! Of course I want to!” she exclaimed, huffing. “Are you sure that you want to?!”
Peter rolled his eyes, laughing softly. “Why are you trying to argue about this when we clearly both want to go on this date?!” he asked, amused, making Wade grin.
“I don’t know, I just… I guess I’m a little insecure about this,” she admitted, curling into Peter’s chest a little. “I mean, you’re not just some guy from a party, you’re Spider-Man. I can’t… I’m not a hero, like you. I’m not even a good person.”
Peter scoffed. “I wasn’t expecting you to be a hero,” he stated. “And I guess I can’t judge if you’re a good person or not based on one evening spent together, but I’m pretty sure your view of yourself is a lot more negative than reality calls for.”
Wade bit her lip, saying nothing in return, and Peter sighed. “Look, if it makes this easier for you, we don’t have to attach any strings to whatever we have yet. We don’t have to call it a relationship, we don’t even have to call it a date if you don’t want to. We can just be friends getting dinner together, or a coffee, or whatever else we feel like doing and see where things go from there,” he suggested, brushing a thumb over Wade’s side. As much as he would like this to be romantic, he didn’t want to force anything on her, and if all this led to was a new friend, it wasn’t like he was going to complain about that.
Wade hesitated slightly. “Okay,” she said finally, drawing her head back a little so that she could look at Peter with a small, vulnerable smile. “Let’s go on a date, Spidey.”
Peter smiled back, drawing her closer to kiss her long and deep. “There’s nothing I’d love more.”