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It was a Saturday night, and instead of spending time with your loving boyfriend, you were alone in your apartment, curled up miserably in a warm blanket cocoon on your living room couch. A now cold hot water bottle clutched against your abdomen as you lay on your side watching the end of some shitty romance film that had made you snivel one too many times than one normally would.
Stupid period. Stupid pain, stupid blood, stupid fucked up feelings. And the pain , Lord the pain. The back pain, the stomach pain, the ass pain, the everything pain. It was actually tortuous. Sometimes you just prayed that someday your uterus would just fall out of you and that was that. But no, God just had to fucking punish you for not being pregnant.
Which sucks because you're sure as hell certain that that's not happening any time soon, if your contraceptive implant was anything to go off by. Child birth is a big no-no for you.
“Thanks a lot, Eve,” you grumbled bitterly, stretching out your seized-up legs with a strained groan. “Hope that shitty apple was fuckin’ worth it…”
With a resigned sigh, you reached out an arm towards the coffee table, clumsily grasping for the remote before you retrieved it by the third time. You switched the TV off and put it back before reluctantly pushing yourself up onto your ass. Not too bad, now for the worse bit.
Swinging your legs off the couch, you stood up and… yep, that was expected. You grimaced, half from disgust at the horrendous sensation of liquid gushing out from you and half from the dizzying pain that ripped through your stomach mercilessly. With another groan gritted out through clenched teeth, you doubled over, both your hands pressing the cold rubber bag of water against yourself fruitlessly.
Breathe in, breathe out. All you have to do is reheat the water bottle and then get into bed. Breathe in, breathe out. Easy, simple. Right ?
You stood hunched over, hands braced on the kitchen countertop as the obnoxiously loud sound of the kettle boiling did nothing to soothe your already frayed nerves, enduring nauseating cramp after cramp with little to no break in between. Just breathe in and breathe out!
“Sweet… Mary and Joseph!!” you cried, clenching your jaw in pain as your uterus felt like it was being fucking eviscerated with a box cutter. You slammed a fist down on the countertop. “Fuuuuck! Why couldn't I have just been born with a dick…”
“Awww, sugar tits, communists in the gazebo again?” an all too familiar voice suddenly cooed from behind you.
You straightened up quickly in surprise and craned your head over your shoulder to see none other than your boyfriend, Wade, leaning against the kitchen doorway with his arms crossed. His mask was rolled up just enough to reveal his scarred mouth, which was curled up into a crooked grin.
Fuck . You had forgotten to message Wade not to come over tonight. It wasn't anything personal against him per-say, you just weren't up to dealing with any of his… shenanigans while you ‘surfed the crimson tide’ , as he sometimes liked to call it, and felt like shit.
And by shenanigans, you meant him badgering you to let him… ‘help’ with your monthly predicament. You've reiterated how gross it would be to him one hundred times, only for it to fall on deaf ears.
He really was a stubborn ass.
And now that he's here, you have no other option but to let him stay.
You sighed, shoulders slumping in resignation. Whatever. You can deal with him, it's fine. As the kettle ceased its bubbling, you turned back forward and unscrewed the cap on the hot water bottle. “I have no idea what you're talking about,” you replied stubbornly, lifting the kettle off its base before you poured the scorching water into the entrance.
“Y'know? Japan is attacking?”
“Nope.”
“A week with Aunt Flow?”
“Nada.”
“Shark week? C'mon! You have to know that one!”
Screwing the cap back on the now-reheated pad, you shrugged nonchalantly. “Sorry, Wade, no idea what you're talking about,” you lied blatantly, pressing the pad against your abdomen with a small, relieved breath. Much better. You turned around, only to jump when you realised Wade was standing right behind you.
“Shit! Don't do that!”
“It's that time of the month, isn't it?” he asked with a smug smirk, placing those large, gloved hands of his on your shoulders and leaning in close. You could feel his heat seeping into your skin even through the thick, textured fabric of his gloves, and you couldn't help but think about all the things that those large hands have done to you in the past.
You repressed a shudder. Stupid horniness.
“Ohhh, that's what you meant!” you replied with feigned sudden realisation, which earned you a disbelieving scoff from Wade. “Yeah, no, it isn't.”
As though the period Gods had heard you, another cramp immediately seized your stomach, twisting and gutting you like seafood food poison, causing you to shut your eyes tightly and hang your head low. You hissed out a curse.
Wade made an incredulous noise at the back of his throat at your response, before he dramatically gestured with his hands to your face, then to the hot water bottle, and then once again to your face. “Um, hello ??”
“Yeah, hi,” you strained out, brushing past him while hunched over and heading out of the kitchen. “But also, bye, I'm going to bed. Nighty night!”
“Hey! Wait a second! I can help!” he called out, tailing closely behind you as you went into your bedroom. He grabbed your shoulders again, spinning you around to face him, hands remaining firmly grasped on them. “C'mon baby cakes, I know how to help with the pain, trust me!”
“I really doubt you do.”
Instead of deflating at your lack of faith in him, he puffed out his chest slightly with pride for… whatever reason.
“So I am right, you are on the rag!” Shit.
“Ew… don’t call it that, Wade.”
Wade ignored you, gesturing to himself pridefully, clad in his usual skintight crimson suit. And God he looked good in it. He always did, though, it's just now you've suddenly realised how much you've underappreciated how it showcased every sculpted ridge and bump of his muscular figure. Not to mention that bulge -
“I'm telling you, baby, walking tampon here, I know exactly how to keep the period pixies at bay.”
You baulked, not sure whether to laugh at his ridiculousness or to bury yourself deep in a hole from him unironically(?) using the term ‘period pixies’. Not to mention him calling himself a ‘walking tampon’.
At your dubious look, Wade cut you off before you could say anything. "C'mooon! Just hear me out, pleeease ?" he begged, hands clasped together in front of him as he pouted at you. If it weren't for the mask, you'd be 100% sure he was giving you puppy eyes, instead, all you could see were the empty, white socket voids of his mask that hid his pretty blue eyes. Not exactly convincing.
You shook your head, unable to hide the small smile on your lips, though. “Fine, what is it?” you relented. He was going to tell you no matter what you said, anyway.
He lit up at your response, though by the way his mouth twisted into an impish smile, you had a feeling that whatever he was about to say wasn't going to be very appropriate. Shocker .
He shrugged casually. “It's simple. All you need is the most mind-blowing, toe-curling, jaw-dropping, back arching, pillow gripping, knee buckling, mouth-watering, eye rol-”
“Wade.”
“-orgasm you've ever had! And, well,” he jutted both his thumbs towards himself confidently. “We both know I'm just the merc for that job. Isn't that right, snookums?”
You wrinkled your nose a little. “Wade, I've said this before and I'll say it again. That sounds messy… and kinda gross, mainly for you.”
Wade deflated a bit at your hesitation but remained undeterred. Slipping his hands down to the slope of your waist, he pulled you close against him, hunching over to dip his head low to your height.
"Now, now baby, don't knock it 'til you've tried it," his lips hovered just beside the shell of your ear, voice dropping low in a way that made little prickles erupt all over your skin. “I know deep down you want to try it, don't you? Didn't think I'd notice you eyeing me up when I came in, huh? Undressing me with your eyes? Or maybe you were just imagining how good I could give it to ya, mouth, hands and all, hmm?”
You couldn't help the shiver that ran through you, a swift curl of heart burning in your abdomen, but for once not from menstrual troubles and instead pure need. “Wade…” you protested weakly.
He nuzzled your neck, breathing in your scent like a junkie taking a hit before a gravelly groan vibrated from his throat. “Mmm, I'll take good care of you tonight, if you let me… and don't even worry about me. I won't mind a bit of blood. Not even a teeny tiny bit… pinky swear.”
Your breath hitched as rough lips traced the line of your throat with hot, opened-mouth kisses. And with a half step closer to you, you felt his hips bump into your left thigh, along with something else. Something noticeably hard and phallic. Fuck, he really wanted to do this, didn't he?
“I'd lay you out and worship every inch of you… make you forget about allll that shitty pain you're feeling,” he promised hoarsely, his thumbs tracing idle circles through your shirt against your ribs. “Shit… the noises you'll make when I get my mouth on you… fuuuuck.”
You whimpered quietly at Wade's words, accidentally dropping the hot water bottle, which you forgot you were holding, onto the floor. You felt him grin cheekily against your skin as you did so, refusing to relinquish his hold around your waist.
“T-This is just one of your kinks, isn't it?” you muttered with a slight tremor, much less like a question and more like a statement. “Why else would you be this insistent?”
He rasped out a chuckle in the crook of your neck. “Maybe it is,” he teased, leaning back, “but can you blame me? Every month all I can smell is you,” he paused, booping your nose with his finger, “You, blood, and something else, something that's just begging, no, needing me to fuck that tight little-”
“Okay! I get it,” you interjected, cheeks burning. Jesus, you'll never get used to that foul mouth of his. Also, you don't even want to unpack the fact he could actually smell when you were on your period. Your paranoia and 2 showers per day were justified.
Wade giggled. "Aww, you know you like that idea. Don't even try denying it!" He planted an exaggerated smooch on your cheek, and you felt like you were suffering from whiplash from the complete 180 this took, again.
"C'mon, honeybee, just one quick tumble to take the edge off. I'll be the perfect gentlemaaaaan," Wade batted his eyes cartoonishly, only achieving the comedic opposite of seduction through his mask. You had to fight to suppress a growing smile, which only egged him on.
"Pleaseeeeee? For your favourite not-so-friendly neighbourhood Merc With a Mouth? You know I know ALL the right spots," he waggled his brows ridiculously. You rolled your eyes, though a traitorous laugh bubbled up despite yourself. As irritating as he could be, Wade had an uncanny talent for being distracting. Maybe, just maybe...
Actually, fuck ‘maybe’. You were horny, mainly thanks to Wade, mind you, and now you needed, wanted him to help you with that.
“Fine, you know what? Fine.”
Wade whooped in victory, pumping a fist in the air. "Yesss! Finally! Now c'mere and give Papapool some sugar-”
“But on one condition,” you said sternly, holding up your index finger for emphasis.
“Anything for you, pookie bear.”
Another sigh escaped from you. You can't believe you're agreeing to this. “You clean up the mess after.”
“Deal.”
You couldn’t even get another word in before his lips crashed against yours and ouch. You winced against his mouth. It seemed he was more desperate for this than you were, hungrily devouring you and the small shred of restraint you had left that hung on by a thread. Slowly, you reciprocated, feeling the insistent pressure of his tongue against your bottom lip, pleading for entrance. You complied, parting your lips and allowing him to delve into the depths of your mouth. The silence in the room was now filled with heavy breaths from the two of you and occasionally wet suction noises.
Wade soon suddenly broke the kiss, letting you heave in a well-deserved breath as he caught his own. Oh so you thought, as abruptly, he bent down and scooped you up into his arms by the back of your thighs.
“Upsy-daisy,” he chirped, before carrying you effortlessly to the side of your bed and dumping you down unceremoniously on your ass on the edge.
Before you could voice your complaint, you were caught off guard when he dropped to his knees before you on your carpet floor with a soft ‘thud’. Oh right, yeah. This wasn't just a normal nookie sesh between the two of you. You're actually doing this while on your period.
“Are you sure about this? What if you don't like it?” you voiced, nibbling your bottom lip.
Wade scoffed, and if you were to guess, you would have assumed he also rolled his eyes. He waved you off with a sassy flick of his wrist before reaching out to hook a finger under your pyjama pants and panties. He tugged them down.
“Puh-lease, I think I know what I like and don't, sweet cheeks. Lift up,” he commanded, and you complied, bracing your hands behind you so you could shift your hip up, allowing him to smoothly pull the garments down your legs, letting them pool on the floor.
“Well, actually, the author assumes what I like and don't like and I have no say on it, so close enough.”
Once bare from the waist down, you instinctively closed your thighs together, pursing your lips. You've done this loads of times with him, so why did you feel more naked now? With not even your shirt off?
Wade placed his hands on your knees before gently coaxing your legs back open, which again, you let him do. He then tugged off his gloves with his teeth, letting them fall to the floor before he suddenly reached forward for that string connected to you and pulled on it gently before discarding it on top of your clothes on the floor. You fought the urge to place your head in your hands. This wasn't exactly the most arousing…
Wade then clapped his hands and rubbed them together with anticipation like some kind of horny fly. “Beaver dam now out of the way, let's take a look at that river from hell…”
Dear god…
At his words, a noise of displeasure left you as your face scrunched up. “Oh, god. Please, never say anything like that ever agai-” you hissed as he used his thumb and middle finger to spread your puffy lips apart, effectively cutting you off. You didn't have to guess where he was looking, especially after he let out a low, coarse groan in that scratchy voice of his, causing your breath to hitch.
“Fuuuuck, look at that,” he muttered lowly as he slowly dragged his index finger down your folds before gliding back up to circle your already swollen clit, coating it in the blood his digit had gathered. You reacted instantaneously, letting out a choked moan as you tried to close your thighs once again. However, this time he was prepared, catching one of your knees with his free hand and using his other arm to barricade the other knee off with his elbow.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised playfully, giving your clit a gentle flick, causing you to jolt, your breath escaping you. “Legs stay open, silly.”
He then went back to work, but this time he pointedly paid no attention to your neglected nub, simply teasing your slit and not attempting any penetration, which only left you growing more and more impatient as your need for more stimulation grew.
You finally scowled down at him. “C'mon… ” you demanded breathlessly, jutting your hips up into his finger, hoping he'll get the message, only for him to pull his hand away from you entirely, placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt.
“Baby, don't you trust my methods? Me? The Menstrual Merc? Ouch. That hurts. I don't think I want to help you anymore now.”
“Wade,” you growled.
He ignored you, stretching his bulky arms above his head, his hands just out of reach, as if he was taunting you. “Well, you can't say I didn't try to help. Anyways, I'm hungry. And since we didn't get to the part where I eat your pussy, I think I'll just order some Chinese food. I'll assume you've already eaten and just order for my- mmh!?”
You quickly quietened him up as you interlocked your fingers behind his head, pulling him forcefully between your legs, making him moan wantonly as his face was crushed against your heat.
“Shut up and just- make me cum already,” you grounded out, lifting your legs over his shoulders, thighs around his head as you used your knees to hold him in place. Your self-consciousness about the blood having jumped out the window as all you cared about now was getting off.
“There we go, that's what I wanted,” he muffled out, his hot breath puffing against you so intimately making you shiver. You felt his hands as they slid around the fat of your hips to your ass cheeks, before he squeezed them generously.
“Hurry up.” you commanded, digging your heels harder into his shoulder blades.
Without another word (thank god), Wade finally started eagerly lapping at the sanguine mess between your thighs like a cat with a saucer of cream. You let out a pleased sigh, adjusting the angle of his head with a hand so his tongue was now aimed at your clitoris. Your head tilted back, mouth gaping as the thick muscle lavished the sensitive bud, switching back and forth from encircling it slowly to brisk, teasing flicks. Your fingers dug harshly into the fabric of his mask on his head, using him as leverage to ground against his ridiculously skilled mouth. Seriously though, why couldn't he do this more instead of blabbering on like he does?
“Oh, fuuuck, right there, right fucking-” you cried loudly as suddenly, he retracted one hand from your ass before pushing his index finger into your entrance, the digit easing itself in with ease as your walls welcomed it in. He then eased his finger out slightly before he crooked his finger inside you and thrusted it back in. And you swear you saw faint stars pin-pricking your vision as he did.
His mouth never ceased its ministrations all the while, and as he eased in a second finger, he clamped his lips around your engorged nub, sucking hard and swiping his tongue against it mercilessly. It was all too much. With a high-pitched keen, you twisted your hips in vain, trying to get a break from his mouth for just a moment. Only to have no such luck as he caught on to what you were attempting to do. His other hand, which was still on your ass, retracted to push you down flat on the bed before pinning your hips down with a firm palm just above your pubic bone.
His two fingers continued thrusting inside you, uncurling and curling his fingers every time he was knuckles deep in, continuously grazing against that one spot inside that caused your legs to quake uncontrollably. A guttural groan ripped through your throat as you helplessly thrashed your head from side to side as he quickly forced an orgasm out of you.
Soon enough, your muscles tensed up in preparation for the inevitable, but that didn't prevent your body from trembling violently as all your limbs felt like they were being electrocuted. Molten pleasure bubbled up to its precipice in the pits of your stomach, before finally overflowing over in ripples throughout you, causing you to clamp your thighs around Wade's head. A choked sob left jaw-slacked lips before it turned into a long cry that drowned out Wade's moans as you rode out your orgasm, with the help of him of course, as he continued to pump his fingers within you and flex his tongue.
That soon became too much as you came down from your high. You twitched from the tormenting mix of pain and pleasure that burned between your legs as Wade didn't let up.
“W-Wade, eno…gh,” you whimpered, weakly pushing his head away before he finally got the message and stopped.
He detached his mouth from you with a crude and wet ‘pop’ and retracted his fingers with a quiet ‘squelch’ that would've both embarrassed you slightly if you didn't just have one of the most soul-sucking orgasms you've ever had.
“Just… like a cherry… pie,” Wade panted out, satisfied. Nevermind .
You groaned, chest heaving as you fought the urge to facepalm. Instead, you sluggishly propped yourself up on your elbows and looked down at him.
Well… you couldn't lie. It did look like he had just scarfed down a cherry pie with the vermillion painting his mouth and chin.
“You got a little…” you pointed to your own mouth and chin.
Wade quickly got the hint, vigorously wiping his chin and lips with the back of his gloves. Which was okay, until he brought two of his digits close to his lips, clearly coated with your blood. He opened his mouth, putting his fingers in and sucking them clean noisily. You felt your cheeks burn up as you watched the shameless act with parted lips. Once done, he pulled his fingers out with an obnoxious smack of his lips.
“Kinda gross, kinda hot,” you mumbled mindlessly.
He grinned, giving a dramatic bow. “Thank you, thank you. I aim to please.”
You rolled your eyes with a soft smile. “C'mon… c'mere, lemme return the favour… lay on the bed for me.”
Wade immediately perked up like a dog being told ‘who wants walkies?’, quickly jumping up onto his feet. “Comin’, pumpkin!” He sang, before pausing and unnecessarily clarifying, “Well, not yet, but soon. Hopefully. I mean, I almost did when I was eating you out, especially when I felt you clench around my fingers and scream when you did, so it won't be that hard to get me to-”
You shot him your best ‘shut the fuck up before I go to sleep and leave you blue-balled’ look, which swiftly shut him up. Good. You've been practising.
“Sorry.”
Obediently, he clambered onto the bed, before laying himself down, head rested on your pillows comfortably. He beckoned you forward with the fanning of his fingers. “Now, come make daddy feel special…” he said with an excited lilt in his voice.
You shook your head, wordlessly crawling over to him.
Mounting his robust, thick thighs, you unzipped the fly of his suit, unfazed by the very apparent lack of underwear underneath as his hefty cock bobbed up as soon as you pulled him out. You heard him let out a relieved breath through his nose when you did.
“Could tease you like you teased me…” you mused nonchalantly, wrapping a loose hand around the tip of his length before slowly swirling your finger around the engorged head, the pre-cum that had gathered at the slit like dewdrops being smeared around in the process.
Wade hissed in a breath before pouting. “I didn't tease you for too long,” he argued feebly, before cursing breathlessly as your hands went under and cupped and fondled marred, hairless balls.
“That's because I forced you not to.”
“...True, which, may I say, was really fucking hot. You should totally do that again. Preferably when bloody buddy is here, though.”
“Noted.”
Chucking the teasing idea out, you gave him a few generous strokes, from base to tip, before holding him steady by the base as you shifted forward over him. You glanced at his face, before you eyed the frown on his lips. You paused, furrowing your brows. “You okay?”
“Yeah… it's just…” he sighed heavily, head tilting down. “I just… really wanted to do a rainbow kiss with you.”
…
You blinked slowly at him. “What.”
As Wade explained what the fuck he was talking about, he started using ridiculous and exaggerated hand gestures all the while to emphasise his words. “Y'know? I give you head while you're on the flow, and you give me head in return to cure the blue balls bonanza I just got from trying not to make a mess in my jammies while you came in my mouth, I then cum in your mouth and then we kiss?”
“Wade, do you want to fuck me or not?”
“...I wanna rainbow kiiiiiss.”
You stabbed your entrance with the bulbous head of his cock; you hissed out God's name in vain and Wade groaned out your name in tandem. His hands planted themselves instinctively on your waist with a bruising grip, calloused fingers digging harshly into your skin.
“You want a rainbow kiss? Fine. I'll give you a fuckin’...” you trailed off before snapping your hips down against his. Not a great idea because of his size, but thankfully the foreplay earlier took care of that, making the stretch feel like bliss.
You perched your hands on his broad chest, ready to start riding him until…
“Holy… mother of fucks…” Wade suddenly strained out, holding you rigidly in place, not letting you move. A beat passed before he let out a disbelieving chuckle, regaining composure as he loosened his grip on you. “Warn a guy before you do that kinda thing, baby. Nearly embarrassed myself there.”
You cocked an eyebrow at him. Did he almost just cum? A sly smirk tugged at your lips as you circled your hips subtly in a way that had his fingers digging crescent moons into your flesh.
“How's this for a warning? I'm going to fuck the ever-living shit out of you,” and without waiting for a response, you lifted yourself by your toes until you were just at his head, before dropping yourself down again, his back bowing off the bed as you did. Wasting no time, you set a punishing pace, thighs slapping loudly against his as you bounced.
“S-Shit, yeah, that's better,” he shakily replied, hands sliding down to your hips before helping your movements, guiding you up and forcefully slamming you back down with a force that knocked the breath straight out of your lungs and sent shivers down your spine, bucking his hips up into you all the while.
Wade chanted a litany of filth beneath you, dirty praises interspersed with colourful blasphemies. As you felt him hit a particularly sensitive spot, you let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back into your head. Your hands, once on his chest, had migrated upwards to his brawny neck, grasping it tightly into your palms, which Wade welcomed gladly as you felt him throb inside you as you did so.
"Oh, fuck , yeah… jus’ like that... don't stop," he babbled, his voice hoarse from lack of air. “That's it sweetums… take what you want… fuckin’ use me…”
Even while being choked, he wouldn't stop yapping away. Typical. Though, you had to admit, you had no complaints this time.
You picked up speed, your movements becoming more frenzied as you rode him hard. Wade's hands were no longer guiding you anymore, instead, they glided up your stomach, under your baggy shirt to grip your breasts, thumbs toying with your pebbled nipples.
The debauched sounds of skin-on-skin slapping, along with unabashed moans, filled the room. And while you had a good rhythm, the orgasm you had earlier had left you with a lot less stamina than you had anticipated, so you were soon left with the muscles in your legs burning and crying out for respite, ready to cramp up any second now.
You soon stopped, ignoring Wade's frustrated whine as you did so, before biting out through tired, aroused breaths, “Get… on… top,” you demanded, and Wade eagerly complied, shoving you to the side, down onto your back, on the other side of the bed before taking his rightful place between your thighs. Grabbing you where your waist met your hips, he sunk himself back in.
“ God… you should, fuck , see how you look right now…” he gasped out, slowly rocking his hips in and out, a complete contrast to how you were treating him just seconds ago. “Remind me again why we didn't do this sooner? You're so goddamn sexy when you're drunk on your own hormones. All horny and demanding… mmm .”
“Fuck… sakes, Wade, fuck me harder .”
“See!”
Wade did, thankfully, pick up the pace though, and with the change in positions, every thrust felt like a pleasurable punch to the gut, his cock hitting your g-spot much more easily with each balls deep, toe-curling plunge. His usual filthy words of encouragement soon devolved into wordless moans and groans with the occasional coherent expletive here and there as he got closer.
You were pretty much in the same boat as him, especially when he reached down between you both to circle your sore and neglected clit with his thumb, causing you to shout, your back arching off your mattress as you fisted the sheets tightly.
As you both teetered on ecstasy, Wade suddenly tightened his grip on your hips, before standing up on his knees bringing your lower half up with him before he proceeded to hammer into you like no tomorrow, using you like some flimsy blow-up-doll, though he did continue rubbing your swollen nub for you.
“Uhhh, fuck! Wade!” you cried, your body jittering unwittingly as you clamped down hard around his cock like a vice. You just need a little…
You wailed when he roughly pinched and rolled your clit between his fingers before everything turned into white noise. You barely could register yourself convulsing, nor the weak gush of liquid that escaped from you and onto his suit and dick as a second orgasm ripped through you like a hurricane.
Wade moaned loudly as he felt your walls flutter around him, pushing him over the edge. Doubling over, his hips stuttered as his legs shook violently.
“Fuckfuckfuck ! Ohhh, fuck ! Baby, I'm gonna-!”
Before you knew it, you felt Wade's hot, thick release shoot deep inside you, making you shudder with pleasure and overstimulation. He continued slowly pumping deep inside you, milking himself entirely before eventually collapsing onto you, face shoved into the pillow beside your head.
As your heartbeats gradually slowed in tandem, you simply lay wrapped in the warm afterglow. His familiar weight pressed you safely into the mattress, though a light sheen of sweat had you rather sticky.
Reaching up, you gently stroked his head, finally realising he had his mask on the entire time. And his suit. Without a second thought, you gripped his mask into your hand and tugged it off, throwing it to the side haphazardly and, in turn, revealing baby blue eyes as he lifted his head to look at you.
“How the fuck did you do all that, without breaking a sweat and with all of that shit still on?” you finally spoke up, your voice tired and raspy from all the… excitement.
Wade barked out a rough laugh, laying his head down on your chest. “‘Without breaking a sweat’? Sweets, I can feel sweat rolling down my ass crack as we speak.”
“Lovely.”
“You asked.”
Resting your head back against your pillows, you stared at the ceiling, continuing to stroke his head. “Why didn't you take it off?”
“Got distracted. Duh. Been wanting to do that for a looong time.”
“Fuck me while on my period?”
“Well… yeah, that, but mainly roleplaying as a superhero as we boned. Menstrual Merc has a good ring to it, don't ya think? Fighting cynical cycles one month at a time. Yeahhh, I'm so trademarking that.”
You couldn't help but snort. “Okay, buddy.”
“Don't ‘okay, buddy’ me! I need validation and reassurance! It's good, right? Right!?”
“Yes, Wade,” you replied with a soft smile, as you rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time that night before they widened as you realised something. You stopped petting him. “Oh, shit, I almost forgot. The rainbow kiss. Still wanna do it?”
Wade immediately pushed himself up and off of you, which, ouch. He really was just straight-up crushing you, you were just too out of your mind to realise sooner. “Fuck yeah, I do.” Without wasting time, he pulled his now bloody cock out of you, and you had to admit, you didn't like how empty you felt after he did so.
You shuddered as you felt his now lukewarm seed seep out from you and into his prepared spooned hand. “Ready for ol’ Wade's baby batter, pumpkin?”
You made a face. “Your ability to say the most diabolical, boner killing and panty-drying things and still manage to get into my pants anyway is impressive.”
“I try. Now, is that a yes or a no?”
“What if I say no? Gonna swallow it yourself?”
“Maybe, if you force me to,” he rasped, before shaking his head. “Buuut, I think I've done plenty of swallowing today. Your turn now, sugar booger,” he teased, inching his hand further forward towards you.
“Say… Brazzers.”
You pushed yourself to sit up before opening your mouth, sticking your tongue out and tilting your head back slightly. Wade giggled mischievously before pouring his cum into your mouth.
Again. Kinda gross, kinda hot.
Without swallowing, you reached out and grabbed the front of his suit before yanking him towards you, making him yelp as he braced his hands on either side of you on the bed. You smashed your lips against his in an opened-mouth kiss, and… well… it was something alright. All you could taste was his cum, blood and faintly your own juices as you felt him lap inside your mouth voraciously, groaning against your lips. Yeah, you were now 100% convinced he was into this more than you.
Pulling back, Wade grinned widely. “Whew. I don't know about you, but lil’ Wade's up for round two.”
You swallowed, wiping away the excess fluids from your lips. “Fine. But at this rate, you're buying me new sheets. Preferably black ones,” you replied, looking dismally at the not-so-white sheets beneath you both.
“Deal. Now, who wants a little taste of my red rocket?”
"Don't push it."