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You were so dumb. So so so so so dumb.
At the time, it felt like the right move. Then again, it usually does. However, being out in the open like this, shoving yourself into the back of some empty crate to avoid the very two people you (were forced) to live with suddenly put into perspective how bad of an idea this entire thing was.
Leaving and gaining back true freedom once again was just so enticing it was impossible to ignore when the opportunity arose. Now, you wish you had just kept your stupid self in bed, stayed asleep and curled up under the mountain of blankets the two always left for you, and just dreamed of the idea of leaving instead of actually attempting it.
How woefully unprepared you were to actually try and escape from those two.
Your rather cushy lifestyle provided by, mostly, Wade's money made you a lot more.. complacent than you initially realized. A forced domestic life was still, at the end of the day, a domestic life. You barely had to lift a finger when the two were around, especially Wade. He took care of you and Peter like it was his gods given right. Finances, cooking, gifts. Anything and everything either of you could have wanted was in your hands with a snap of Wade's fingers. Blood money paid well, especially when one had as much as him.
The only thing he couldn't give you that you desperately wanted was to get away from the two of them.
It started out so innocuous. It always does, you supposed. You had always been rather unlucky when it came to time and place for catastrophes in New York City. Pair that with the fact you were clumsy, more so than the average person, and you get a perfect recipe for being saved by a friendly neighborhood spider on more than one occasion.
One time was all it took.
The second Spider-man had his sights on you, there was no way around it. All he had done was grabbed you off the ground and swung you to safety the same as he would any other civilian. Something about you stuck out, something irrational and unexplainable. He had clung to it like a lifeline. The way you felt in his arm as he carried you maybe three hundred feet was enough time for his heart to beat rapidly in his chest from something other than just adrenaline from the fight. He was hooked immediately.
Every time after that first initial meeting was less luck and more Spider-man always being conveniently close by just in case something happened. It got to the point where he could grab you if you tripped on an uneven sidewalk. At the time you just considered it to be the same generous acts he gave to everyone else in the city. Anyone with a bit more wherewithal would have probably questioned why a literal superhero was always close enough by them to help with something as simple as stumbling over their own feet.
It had only gotten worse after meeting Deadpool.
He had been so curious as to what his little honey bun had been so obsessed with recently. Woe and behold, it was another person. Jealousy was immediate, obviously. Wade wasn't a saint. He trusted Peter explicitly, they'd been together for several years now, but those insecurities buried in the back of his mind liked to come out with a vengeance when provoked. He had planned on calling you out, scaring you just a little bit to stay far far away from his favorite spider.
Then he fell off a building.
Some asshole looking to pick a fight kicked him off while he was distracted, and he fell several stories before hitting the pavement with a disgusting splat. Just another fucking Tuesday for Wade. Most people were fairly used to Deadpool and his antics around NYC these days. He was a lot tamer than he had been, and didn't kill people anymore. Apparently. He wanted to keep his promise to Spidey, and he did while he was in the spider's turf. Some people just didn't deserve to be left breathing, and he didn't want Peter to bear the burden of knowing that. He didn't actively seek out mercenary missions anymore. He had more than enough money to never do that again. If someone really bad just so happened to die while he was in the same place, well that wasn't really his fault, was it?
Whenever he came to from being, well, dead, you had been kneeling down next to him. Most people knew Deadpool would just get back up and left him wherever he was if he took a deadly tumble, but you actually looked worried. The kind of concern only Peter ever gave him, even knowing he would bounce back good as new.
The jealousy he felt melted away instantly, and was replaced with a good kind of stabbing feeling in his heart. He'd say it like Cupid fisted an arrow through his heart, and despite Peter begging him to rephrase, he never did.
Unfortunately for you, this was the exact moment in time the true obsession began.
While Peter could reasonably keep himself satisfied by watching you from a distance, Wade could not. Every bad scenario, every world ending event always ran through his head every second of every day. He was protective of Petey, sure. Peter was also much stronger than Wade physically and could take care of himself without Wade watching his back all the time. You, on the other hand, were just a civilian. A very small person, with a very fragile body, that could easily be broken and left bloody in the street to die all alone-
Wade couldn't take it. He couldn't. You had to understand that. Once you were safe in the little web he built for himself and Spidey he knew you would eventually be able to forgive him. Wade was able to convince himself of a lot of things, to justify almost anything to keep those starving demons of his at bay. It was as easy as breathing air for him to justify this.
Peter was just the wild card in that scenario. There was a chance he wouldn't understand, would just get onto Wade for his spiraling, and, rightfully, tear him a new asshole over it.
Peter didn't do any of that. If Wade didn't know better, he would even say Peter was content with the decision of swooping into your apartment in the middle of the night and relocating you to somewhere that was a thousand times safer. Their own safe heaven. Their web.
The rest, as they say, was history. Sure, it was slow going at first. You screamed and cried a lot, begged for them to let you go the first six-ish months or so. However, all that eventually stopped, and you seemed to genuinely settle into a daily routine with them. Wade had been ecstatic, Peter was relieved.
Those first six months they were good, too. So good. So patient. They didn't even touch you once despite how desperately they both wanted to. Then when you finally seemed content, to them, they thought the timing was perfect to progress their, extremely one-sided, relationship with you. You were hesitant at first (didn't want to), and maybe even a little reluctant (completely against the idea), but once Peter had his mouth on you, all those silly little thoughts of yours went right out of your pretty little head. Wade liked you like that. Docile and begging. It was like scratching an itch you just couldn't reach. Peter liked it, too.
Things had progressed just fine like that for the next month. They truly thought you had finally settled into domestic bliss with the two of them. You had been cooped up so long that they were even considering taking you out for your first real date with them. They'd spent the last week planning it with every free moment they had.
Then Wade had been called somewhere else by Wolverine to help with some vague problem. He was never specific. Didn't mention what he was doing outside of NYC to you or Peter. You assumed that was by design. Peter never pressed it, and they would ignore you if you tried to ask.
So, that just left you and Peter home alone for the first time in a while. Usually Wade was the one who stayed home with you the majority of the time while Peter played friendly neighborhood spider. Sometimes Wade would join him, but they always made sure there was no way you could get out. Wade always double checked the door was locked, no matter how big of a hurry the two might be in.
Peter didn't.
He had been halfway through removing your clothes, his mouth on your neck and fingers dipping between your thighs, when his spidey senses struck. He shot up ram rod straight, and his head swiveled almost exactly ninety degrees as he tried to sense exactly what was wrong. That had also been one of the main reasons escaping from them was impossible. The very few times you had tried to hit him over the head or cause some kind of damage, Peter grabbed you before you could even follow through. Wade would just come back faster than you could reasonably plan for, and it was always inconsistent amounts of time. Even if he was knocked out, he seemed to get up faster than the average person. Peter was basically impossible to hit for someone acting on pure frantic instinct like you, and it was incredibly easy for his spider senses to alert him to what you were doing.
Whatever it was that caught his attention was serious enough he felt he had to leave. You barely even had enough time to blink before he was dressed and out the door, the mask sliding into place with the practiced ease of someone who took every single emergency seriously, no matter the scale.
Peter was an amazing hero. He just wasn't a good person.
In his haste to help whoever was in need, he didn't always have the wherewithal to double check the area around him. Which is why Wade always ended up double checking locks and making sure you weren't going anywhere. Peter didn't even lock the door. Not from the outside, at least. Which was the lock that prevented you from leaving. He just locked the inside and hurried out without a second thought. It was the first time either one of them had slipped up in almost eight months.
You moved before you could even think. The possibility that it was a real chance to finally get away from them was so overwhelming that it blocked out any thought or reason. The fear of what would happen if you failed and they found you flew right out of your head at the sight of that unlocked door.
Panic and adrenaline is what led you to running into what you thought was an abandoned warehouse. It wasn't. It was definitely a front for arms dealers to move product around under the nose of the NYPD and Spider-man. Now, you were stuck in one of the old crates from the last shipment, hiding and hoping no one would find you.
Then a familiar voice caused ice to run through your veins.
“Well, what's this? Naughty boys playing big bad arms dealers right under my humble spider's nose? In his city?” Wade's mocking tone cut through the bustle of the men as they tried to move about the warehouse. “That's a huuuuge no-no.” He took a step forward. He was standing right in front of the crate, but he didn't have the same sense as Peter, so it would be much harder for him to know you were actually in there.
“I'm in a real bad mood right now, though. See, my precious little butterfly flew away and probably got themselves all tangled up and hurt in some nasty web out here in the big apple!” You stiffened at his words. It hadn't even been an hour since you left. You didn't even know where Wade was going when he left this morning. How was he already back? When did Peter even have time to tell him?
“Let's make this quick, yeah?” Wade's voice lost all of the fun teasing he usually used during fights. It was clear he just planned on getting this over with as fast as possible. “Spidey says no killing in his city, but that doesn't mean I can't make it hurt.”
It took everything in you not to scream the second bullets started flying. Your hands flew to cover your ears, trying to muffle the sounds even just a bit. It was so incredibly loud that it felt like the sounds went right through you. It didn't last long either. Wade- Deadpool right now, technically, made quick work of the goons in the warehouse. Apparently he had been serious when he said he wanted to make it quick.
You slowly lowered your hands from your ears and blinked a few times. Your entire body was shaking. Part fear, part adrenaline. You tried to listen for Wade moving around, something to let you know exactly where he was in relation to you. You heard a heavy sigh somewhere off to your left.
“You took care of them faster than I was expecting.” A second voice. You froze.
You really had the worst luck.
“Not in the mood to play around when our baby is missing.” Wade mumbled. There was a slight metallic sound that was probably him sheathing his katanas, or some other weapon he'd changed to make non-lethal in some capacity.
“I'm sorry,” Peter started. “It's my fault. I shouldn't have-”
“You were just trying to help people, Pete. I could never fault you for that.” Wade's voice was so genuine, broken yet somehow sweet, that it almost made you fold. It was almost unfair how sweet those two could be despite the major underlying issues they both had.
“I should have checked to make sure. I should have-”
“Peter.” Wade's stern voice cut the other off. It was rare these two were ever in this dynamic. It was almost always Wade spiraling and Peter comforting him. To have it reversed like this made you realize just how badly you fucked up. You had no idea what they would do if they found you right now.
Your own spiraling thoughts were forced to the side by their voices. They were mumbling something to each other, it was impossible to hear what from your current distance. You didn't want to move and risk getting closer. Any movement at all could immediately set off Peter's spider senses, and it would be all of half a second before he grabbed you. Staying still was the best course of action at the moment.
Wade mumbled something that sounded like “we'll find them” and Peter replied with what was probably a soft “mhm.” It sounded like they were actually about to leave, go investigate some other area. Then a spider almost as big as your palm ran across one of your feet.
You jumped.
Despite holding back another scream. Despite narrowly missing kicking the random items around you. The jump was enough movement and noise to get Peter's attention. His head snapped towards your hiding spot so fast you didn't even have time to properly breathe again.
“Looks like I forgot one.” Wade said, the comforting lull of his tone evaporating in an instant. “Guess I should take care of that.” His heavy boots made each step sound like a furious wave of thunder as he made his way over to you. Peter stayed glued to his spot, body tense and ready to spring into action the second Wade might need help.
Wade pulled one of his guns out from his thigh holster. Empty, of course. He just wanted to scare whoever it was. He didn't plan on shooting them. He tapped the barrel of the gun against the edge of the crate before stopping right in front of it.
“Come out, come out wherever you are Mr. Baddie-” Wade sang in a mocking manner. “If you willingly come out then I won't have to break all your fingers and toes!” His words made you jump again in fear, even if they weren't technically aimed at you.
When you didn't move, Wade let out a sigh that sounded more disappointed than anything. “Maximum effort.”
You finally did scream when Wade grabbed your ankle and yanked you out of the crate. You slid across the concrete floor of the warehouse and spun around so fast it felt like your brain was rattling around your head. The gun that was pressed to your temple was gone as soon as it touched skin. His body was still knelt over yours, the predatory edge was gone. He was more stunned than anything right now. Of all the people he had expected to pull out into the open, you weren't one of them.
It took all of two seconds before Peter was moving over to the two of you.
“Baby!?” Peter called out, his voice holding that same frantic edge. The blank eyes of Deadpool's mask stared back at you. It was haunting in a way you never experienced before. Despite everything they'd done to you, you never saw them from this side of things. It was honestly terrifying.
Peter was shoving Wade off half a second later and pulling you up into his arms in an embrace that was far too tight to be comfortable.
“Oh my go- did they hurt you? Tell me if they hurt you.” Peter was checking you over frantically. His hands stayed on your cheeks as he held your head and examined the rest of your body over your clothes. “How did you even get here? Did they-”
“They left, Peter.” Wade reminded him. Peter's attention was so all over the place he briefly forgot you willingly left and was entertaining the idea of kidnapping instead. Or maybe, he was just hoping that was the alternative, that you didn't purposely run away from the two of them. One look at your expression after Wade's pointed words and Peter's brain started operating in reality again.
Peter's jaw tightened, and he pulled you closer against his body again.
“Let's get you home.” He sounded like he was saying it through gritted teeth. He probably was. There wasn't even time for you to argue with them. Peter just swept you up into his arms and started moving, Wade right behind him. Neither one said anything until the three of you were home again.
Peter dropped you onto the bed with such gentle care, that it could almost trick you into thinking the situation wasn't as serious as it was. Then he was back to the front door with a bunch of tools, installing some other kind of preventative measure to make sure you couldn't get out even if he was a space case about locking the door. A sinking feeling of dread crept in as you watched him messing with various tools.
Wade soon took up your field of vision with his massive body. He had a wash cloth in his hand, and he gently moved you towards the edge of the bed. His hands were so careful that you could almost cry. It made you crazy how the two sides of their personalities could juxtapose so fluidly with how deranged they could be. You struggled for all of two seconds when he removed most of your clothes, the sharp look he gave you stilling you in an instant. This wasn't the time to push either of them. His gaze alone had made that clear.
He wiped off nonexistent dirt from places that had been perfectly protected by your clothes with the reverence one holds when worshiping a god. Being completely exposed while he hadn't even taken his mask off yet made your stomach turn in a way you didn't like. Peter had angrily pulled his mask off and thrown it somewhere else to find later, but he at least took it off. You could see the flood of emotions etched across his face and changing with every micro-expression. Wade leaving his mask on and staying silent, for once, made it impossible to tell what he was thinking. You squirmed a bit, feeling uncomfortable from the tension.
“Spidey,” Wade called out to the other man. “Leave that for later.” He didn't turn to look back at Peter. He kept his eyes, you assumed, locked on you.
Peter set down the blowtorch in his hand. Whatever he was trying to install was taking some considerate effort. He stood up from his crouched position and walked over to the bedroom. He stopped in the doorway, hands to his side, but flexing with obvious restraint. Whatever he wanted to do right now, he was physically stopping himself from doing it. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears.
Wade stood up, towering over you as he looked down at your much smaller form on the edge of the bed. He placed his hand in the center of your chest, right between your breasts, and pushed. It wasn't hard, but it was forceful enough to have you falling back flat on the mattress. Memory foam. Wade had bought it because you said the last mattress was uncomfortable. It was a passing comment that he had sought to rectify in a single afternoon.
He took a few steps back and left the room for all of thirty seconds. When he came back, he had a stool in his hands. It was one of the ones Peter left laying around the other room where he tinkered with all his gadgets and worked late on projects from work. Wade set it down on the wall opposite from the foot of the bed. He sat down, and leaned back until his back hit the wall. He looked deceptively relaxed.
“Spidey,” Wade called Peter by the Spider-man themed nickname. He was still, in some capacity, acting as Deadpool right now, not Wade. He was doing it on purpose. You tried to scoot back a bit on the bed to create distance that ultimately wouldn't matter. Peter's head turned toward Wade before his eyes moved off of you. Then, they finally snapped to the other man, clearly waiting on something. “Our baby wanted to leave the safety of your web. Our web.” He said, voice low. “Why don't you remind them how much better off they are here with us? Under our care.”
Peter moved before you could blink. The last bit of restraint had apparently been Wade, not Peter's own will. You squeaked when Peter grabbed your legs and pulled you back towards the edge of the bed. Your legs and ass were hanging off the edge for all of half a second before Peter grabbed and readjusted how he wanted. Your legs slung over his shoulders, both ass cheeks firmly held up by his hands. He kept a tight grip on you. Moving away from him would definitely result in finger sized bruises covering your ass.
His mouth found your pussy lips before your mind could even fully catch up with what was happening. His tongue darted out and licked a stripe from your asshole all the way above your clit. You yelped in surprise, and Peter attacked your clit mercilessly in response with his tongue. You tried to push his head away, not wanting him anywhere near you right now, let alone doing this. Peter caught both your wrists in one of his hands and held them off to the side. He only needed one hand to hold you up anyway, superhuman strength working against you as usual.
Wade's head was tilted the slightest bit while he watched Peter desperately devour you with his mouth. You wished he would take off his mask so you could see his actual expression. Having it hidden under the Deadpool mask just put you on edge.
Peter fucked his tongue inside of you causing your back to arch slightly off the bed. He groaned in response, and kept up with the brutal in and out pace of his tongue fucking. You could feel yourself getting wetter from all his ministrations, and it made you want to squirm away even more. These two could play your body like a fiddle, and you didn't want to fall under their spell again right now. Especially because you knew they would use the opportunity to make you agree to anything they wanted. Given their current moods, you knew whatever it was would end up being a bad thing for you.
“Getting wetter,” Peter rasped out, his voice sounded raw. He closed his eyes and sucked on your clit. Your whine went ignored as he fully indulged himself, doing whatever he wanted with his mouth. The words weren't meant for you, they were for Wade. It was more of a report of your current state than anything.
Wade's lack of response seemed to somehow be encouragement for Peter. “Come on,” he cooed, circling your clit with his tongue until you felt your eyes fluttering shut. “Wade and I are really upset right now, you know? Don't you want to make us feel good by feeling good?” You wanted to argue with him that that was, in fact, not what you wanted at all. You could hardly care less about making them feel better. It was just so hard to even form a response right now, though. Peter seemed aware of that.
“That's it,” he groaned at the taste of you. Your wet folds were drenched now from his mouth and your own juices. He shifted a bit on his knees. His suit felt painfully tight despite being entirely made with the intent of flexibility. He was just getting impatient. His cock was aching, throbbing to be buried inside of you. He knew he'd calm down once he could feel you wrapped around him. Wade would probably take a bit more effort with how worked up he was right now, but seeing his two favorite people lost in pleasure together would at least be a decent start to help him relax.
“I want to fuck you.” Peter stated outright. No honeyed words or beating around the bush like he normally would. He just made the declaration with full intention of following through. “I need to. You’ll let me, right?” He whispered the words against your thigh as he dragged his teeth along your soft skin. Soft, so soft. Too soft. You could have been hurt and Wade and him might not have been around to stop it. The thought was terrifying, his only real fear anymore. Why couldn't you understand their concern, their worry?
You shook your head, but Peter ignored it. He wouldn't respond to any response other than the one he wanted. Which, he knew he would get, eventually. Even if it took some creative convincing.
He glanced back over his shoulder briefly to look at Wade. The other man was still sitting on the stool, legs spread, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't palming himself like Peter had been expecting. Peter had an idea.
He moved back from you, letting your legs drop to the floor carefully as he helped you move and stand up. You were a bit lightheaded for a second, and he held onto your hips to keep you upright until you were fully stable. Then, he finally stood up himself and moved over to Wade.
Wade didn't even turn his head. The mask was just pointed in your direction, locked on you like he was waiting for you to suddenly disappear again. Peter's hand slid down to the front of the red leather costume, palming the other man's incredibly hard length. He was rock solid, but was still too angry to actually do anything about it, it seemed.
Peter nodded his head to signal you to come over to the two. There was obvious hesitation as you didn't move to them immediately. Peter's eyes darkened for a fraction of a second before you were moving to join the two of them. His expression settled back into lazy contentment like it had been when he was eating you out. He pointed at the floor in front of Wade.
“Kneel down there between Wade's legs. Why don't you show him just how sorry you are for scaring us.” It wasn't really a suggestion. Peter's eyes were on you, expectant.
You knelt down between Wade's legs. Peter hummed in approval. He made quick work of Wade's utility belt. It dropped and hit the floor with a startling thud even when expecting the noise. When Peter went to remove more, Wade stopped him.
Peter tilted his head. “Hmmm… looks like he's not really convinced you want to apologize properly. How about you give him a little bit more effort. Can you do that, baby?” Peter's deceptively sweet voice was almost able to hide the fact you were basically at gunpoint with these two. Almost.
You leaned forward, carefully placing your hands on Wade's thighs. You weren't sure if you were allowed to touch him right now. You were. You always were. No matter what happened, Wade always wanted you close to him. He just couldn't get you to understand that, for some reason.
When you started mouthing at the bulge in Wade's suit, he cracked a bit. His hand moved down to hold onto one of yours, pressing your palm more firmly against his tree trunk of a leg. You were so much smaller than him. Every time he touched you, it reminded him of that. His chest ached in a way he didn't like to acknowledge.
The heat from your mouth made his suit feel almost stuffy, making it stick to his skin in a way that would normally be uncomfortable. The wet heat felt good no matter how uncomfortable the suit itself was starting to feel, and he knew it was because it was you. You could do anything to him and he'd bend over backwards to accommodate. Fuck, Peter and him would literally be wrapped around your finger if you just gave in.
Peter ran his fingers gently through your hair, pushing some of it back out of your face while you mouthed at Wade's crotch. His dick was twitching against the confines of the red leather, practically begging to be let out. The leaking tip made it feel like it was crying to be released.
Wade made a low purr sound in the back of his throat. Peter relaxed, marginally. The worry for Wade's mood set aside now that Wade seemed to at least be responding to what was going on in the bedroom. Peter moved his hand back and let Wade's take its place on your head instead. Wade pushed your further against him, almost forcing your nose to be entirely flush with his pelvis.
“Well, when you beg so nicely for my attention like that, how could big daddy Wade ever refuse you?” Wade cooed, that teasing edge making its way back to the surface.
He shuffled around a bit, and with a bit of concentrated effort, was able to get his cock free without having to really take off his suit. The mask was staying on, it seemed. He was still too upset with you to let that barrier drop completely.
You expected him to part your lips with his dick and shove it down your throat, but he apparently had something else in mind. He grabbed you under your arms and lifted you up to your feet. Once you were on solid footing, he spun you around and bent you over. You were completely on display for him like this. Nowhere to hide, not from Wade. Not right now.
The whine of protest you let out was quickly shushed as he ran a gloved hand down your back. His eyes were glued to your ass behind the mask, unable to look away. He wished he had the patience to stretch you out and fuck you there instead, but he was barely hanging on by a thread as it was. Peter wasn't fairing much better either, from the looks of it.
Wade pushed your legs together and held both your arms behind your back with one hand. His other hand stroked his cock lazily, the textured leather of his gloves making a delicious friction for his cock. It would be a wonderful sensation to go directly from this to your tight, velvety heat.
Wade adjusted himself so he was more stanced than actually sitting on the stool, but he pulled you back to his lap. When you started squirming again, he held your arms tighter. Not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt. It kept you still, though. Unable to move even an inch unless he allowed it.
Then he was pushing inside you. No foreplay, no quick one liners, or dirty talk that would make even the most experienced porn stars blush. Just him, pushing inside of you, with nothing more than a soft grunt. It almost felt surreal. Wade was never quiet, ever. So for him to be so reserved right now in his level of noise meant there would be absolute hell to pay after this. Unless they were planning on ruining you so completely right now that they didn't even think they'd need to properly punish you afterward. The thought would make you anxious, if you weren't currently entirely focused on Wade's massive cock splitting you in two.
Whines, moans, panting, the desperate pleas to slow down or stop, all of them went ignored as Wade pushed into until he was balls deep. When his pelvis was snug against your ass and his balls were touching your clit, he finally relaxed. His shoulders visibly dropped, and all the tension in his body left.
“Better?” Peter asked as he stepped around in front of you, lifting your head up so he could look at your expression. The question was for Wade.
“Better.” Wade answered with a slight nod. “Gods, Petey- just feels- feels so right.” He groaned and tilted his head back. It hit the wall with a soft thud. He didn’t even seem to notice.
“It's alright, Wade. They're here. They're with us. They're safe.” Peter gently pulled Wade's head forward with his free hand. He leaned their foreheads together, the two taking a moment to comfort each other while you were sandwiched rather uncomfortably between their bottom halves. “Just let go. It's okay now. We're all back together again, and we can figure this out. We can figure it out, Wade.” Peter was most likely referring to what to do after this moment in time. The words gave you little comfort.
Wade took a shaky breath before finally moving his hips. He pulled out until just the very edge of the tip was left in, and then pushed all the way in again. A shuddering breath left him the same time a whine left you. Your body pushed forward a bit with the force and you headbutted Peter lightly on the thigh. He moved back just enough to look at you.
“Hold on, Wade.” Peter took a couple steps back so he could take off his suit. The entire thing fell to the floor in one fluid motion. He had it down to a science to get it on and off in a hurry.
He stepped back in front of you, boxers having also been tossed to the side in that short amount of time. His cock curved upward, hard and ready for any attention it would be given. Peter positioned himself in front of you again how he was. This time, his cock was dangling right in front of your face. You knew what he wanted before he even said it. Turning your head away to try and deny him just resulted in precum being smeared across your cheek. Peter didn't move. His hands found Wade's face again and he cradled him like he was something precious. Your stomach turned uncomfortably. It was weird to see them acting that way while essentially just ignoring you. Maybe that was their plan, to get you to bend and break to them by excluding you from behaviors that were usually forced on you regardless of whether or not you wanted them.
“That's it,” Peter whispered to Wade, encouraging him to move again. “You're doing so good, Wade.” He kissed the area where Wade's mouth would be. While they couldn't actually engage in a real kiss, the sentiment was enough to have Wade groaning.
Wade's hips started moving again and you let out a small yelp at the sudden slam of his hips. Peter's cock slipped into your mouth with just a tiny bit of proper angling from his hips. You knew better than to try and clamp down around him with teeth. You learned that lesson before with Wade.
Peter's mouth hung open in pleasure, his eyes going slightly hazy at the feel of your mouth around him. Wade loved it when he looked like this, especially when he knew it was you making Peter feel good. His two favorite people in the world pleasuring each other was something he'd never get tired of seeing.
“Awe, my cute little spidey is having a hard time keeping up now.” Wade cooed. “C'mere, I know my baby boy needs something a little extra to help him feel even better.”
Wade brought Peter a bit closer. It almost squished you between the two of them. Wade wasn't even moving his hips right now, his focus going to Peter instead. It was like he forgot he was even supposed to be fucking you. You basically just turned into his glorified cockwarmer.
He brought his free hand around to Peter's ass. His other one adjusted its grip on your arms to keep from accidentally hurting you while he was leaned forward. He paused for a minute, brought the hand at Peter's ass back around to your clit, and rubbed. You let out a noise that barely even sounded human as Wade's fingers worked your clit. He had abandoned one of his gloves at some point. You weren't even sure when he actually managed to do that. Now it was just the pads of his scarred fingers rubbing your dripping folds with renewed purpose.
Once he found his fingers well and thoroughly drenched from the wetness between your legs, he brought his hand back to Peter's ass. His index finger prodded at the tight ring of muscle before sinking in knuckle deep. Peter moaned, and in response his hips bucked forward, slamming his cock down to the back of your throat. Your eyes widened and you gagged, but you couldn't move to get away from the sudden intrusion. You were left to figure out how to breathe around Peter's dick, or choke.
“Wade,” Peter's breathy whisper only encouraged the other man. He pushed a second finger in, and Peter practically keened from the pleasure. His hands fell to Wade's biceps and he latched on to keep himself upright. His hips bucked as a result of him moving back to fuck himself on Wade's fingers. The intention didn't really matter, he was still repeatedly slamming down your throat every time his hips moved forward.
“Fuck, Petey. Look at you. Falling apart with just a few fingers.” Wade groaned, leaning his forehead against Peter's again. “Fuck, baby boy.” Wade's fingers thrusted into Peter more eagerly, increasing the speed at which Peter's hips moved in response.
You let out a choked off noise that went ignored by the other two. It was getting incredibly hard to keep up, and the fact that they were just ignoring you had you feeling anxious in a way you never experienced before. You never thought you would actually find yourself desperate for their attention, especially not in a situation like this.
“Wade, I'm going to-”
“Yeah, me too. Watching you get off on my fingers is gonna make me blow my load.” Wade grit out through clenched teeth. He was barely even moving inside you, but you could feel his balls draw up tight against him. His cock throbbing in anticipation of release.
“Wade!” Peter cried out as his orgasm hit him. His hips pushed forward and he buried himself to the hilt down your throat. His cum shot directly down, and you had no choice but to swallow.
Wade's own release was almost immediately after. His cock flooded your cunt with his cum, emptying his balls deep inside of you.
Peter shuddered as he pulled his cock from your mouth. Still aching, still hard. Wade was virtually the same way. He was still hard as a rock inside of you. A refractory period basically didn't exist for these two. They usually kept at it long after you had passed out from exhaustion.
Wade released your arms and carefully pulled you off his cock. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor. Your legs giving out and just splayed out on either side of you as you sat on the ground, Wade's cum already leaking out. They didn't even get you off. All that, and they just left you still wanting after forcing all that stimulation on you.
You wanted to cry. You did cry. You felt pathetic. You certainly looked pathetic. A sobbing, used mess on the bedroom floor. Crying for a reason you couldn't even fully understand yourself.
Wade was the first to speak of the two. He seemed to recover slightly faster from his orgasm than Peter.
“Awe, is our poor baby still needy?” He cooed, but it felt like pure mockery. He didn't move from his current spot. If anything, he slouched more against the stool than he had before. “Are you feeling a little upset because you're not getting our attention?” He ran his gloved hand down the side of your face, wiping a bit of saliva from the corner of your mouth.
You shook your head, but Wade just tilted his in response. As if he was examining something particularly interesting. “No? Then you're completely satisfied? You liked being used like a cocksleeve for me and Petey?” His question made you stiffen. You didn't like it. You hated that they were ignoring you, but you didn't understand why. Was it just the lack of pleasure, or something else? It was too overwhelming to try and think about right now.
“Tell ya what,” Wade started, “if you promise to be good for us from now on, Peter and I will make sure you have all those needs of yours met. Doesn't that sound good?” It was the exact kind of thing you knew they would try, you had even been worried about it.
However, these two knew exactly how to play you to their whims. They knew it, too. It was never a matter of if you would agree to something, but when.
You dropped your head, and nodded slowly.
“Yeah.” Your voice was small, barely even audible. Wade acted like he hadn't even heard it.
“Hmmm? What was that? Did my precious honey bun say something just now? It almost sounded like a promise!” He placed his hand next to his ear like he was trying to strain harder to listen. You hiccuped.
“I- I'll be good. I promise.” The desperate defeat in your voice was a bittersweet victory to the two. They had hoped you would have been a little more cooperative outright and wanted to understand their motives of your own volition, but they supposed this worked just as well. Either way, you wouldn't try running from them again.
“You do know how to be sweet!” Wade gasped in fake surprise. “Don't you worry about a thing, pretty baby. Spidey and I will make sure all those nasty thoughts leave that pretty head of yours.” Wade knelt down and swept you up into his arms in one fluid motion. He placed you back onto the bed, nice and comfortable, spread out on your back.
Peter finally moved. It's like his brain had a hard time functioning until you were nestle back onto the mountain of ridiculously soft blankets. He crawled between your legs, taking the spot there instead of Wade. His hands gently ran down the length of your inner thighs until his fingers touched your clit. A small mewl from you made Peter's breath hitch.
He didn't even wait to confirm with Wade what the other man might have wanted him to do. He just wanted to be inside you, now. His fingers held your thighs spread for him as he lined his cock up with your entrance. Wade's cum was still trickling out, and he used it to smooth his way inside. Wade was much thicker than him, so it was easy for him to glide right into the base. His eyes fell closed in ecstasy as he bottomed out.
Wade didn't even give him a chance to start moving before his gloved hand was rubbing your clit. Your back arched, and your hands tangled into the blankets beneath you. Peter didn't try to force your eyes open to look at him when they fell closed. He just enjoyed the look on your face as you took what both him and Wade gave you.
He leaned forward and dragged his teeth along the shell of your ear. Finally, he started moving his hips. A deep, steady rhythm that was more about pleasure than anything else. His cock hit the perfect spot inside you every single time. Wade playing with your clit on heightened the pleasure you were feeling, making you squeeze around Peter whenever he pulled out to thrust back in.
“I love you,” Peter whispered into your ear. His breath felt like a hot ghost, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. “We love you so much, so much.”
It was too overwhelming for you to hear those words, let alone properly respond to them. All you could manage was a pathetic whine. It seemed to be enough for him. Any acknowledgement you'd even heard it was enough for Peter right now.
He thrusted into you over, and over. His hips never losing their rhythm even for half a second. His entire focus was solely on you. It was normally something you complained about, hated. Right now it felt like the only thing that could calm you down.
When your arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, Peter let out a genuine, soft laugh. “It's alright, I'm right here. I've got you.” He reassured you, moving his arms underneath you to hold you just as close.
Peter's head turned to look at Wade and he nodded for the other man to get behind him. Wade didn't need to be told twice.
His hands were on Peter's hips in less than a second. His cock was sliding into him in just the same amount of time. Peter let out a groan that screamed he was in the absolute height of pleasure.
Wade's hips guided Peter's. He followed every thrust of Wade inside him to then in turn thrust inside you. The two were in perfect sync, moving on a wavelength that felt almost impossible.
When you started squirming underneath Peter, he knew you were close. He brought Wade's hand around his side to rub your clit. The ungloved fingers much more nimble as they circled the sensitive bud with focused intent.
“It's okay, baby. Come on, let go. You're safe. You're right where you need to be.” Peter muttered, but you weren't sure if the words were for you or for him. Either way, between them and Wade's fingers, it was enough to finally throw you over the edge.
You cried out as your cunt clenched around his cock like a vice. Peter couldn't even pretend to last another second after that, and he pressed himself in as deep as he could go before flooding your cunt with his cum. His ass squeezed around Wade's cock, and he slammed into Peter's ass before also came.
Peter panted heavily with you. His forehead rested against yours like it had with Wade's earlier, and he finally let himself steal a kiss from you. You were more compliant than usual, so your lips moved lazily with his instead of just trying to turn your head away like you normally would.
“My two favorite people in the word all lovey-dovey.” Wade sighed in appreciation. “It makes me want to take you both to pound town all night. In fact, I think I will.” Wade's hips started moving again before either of you could properly catch your breath.
You were far too sensitive right after an orgasm to immediately keep going, but Peter just seemed to be enjoying it. His brows were knitted in concentration as he tried to focus on the two feelings at once.
You pushed at Peter's chest, but Wade wrapped his arms around the other man and grabbed both your wrists.
“Uh-uh. You promised to be good for us, remember?” His voice was lower as he asked. “You want to be good for us, don't you?” The implication of what would happen if you weren't hung as a potent threat in the air. You nodded your head slowly, reluctantly. Wade cooed in response. “I knew you did, buttercup. Now, keep those legs spread for Petey, will you? He and I are about to give you an entire night's worth of reasons as to why you want to be good for us.”
Peter's eyes darkened at Wade's words. He licked his lips.
“We love you,” Peter repeated his words from earlier. “Wade and I just want to make sure you're safe.”
“And we're going to keep you under us until you realize the safest place for you is right here.”
Peter placed a kiss to the side of your head at Wade's words. The walls started to reveal themselves as narrowing in on you completely. You were trapped with these two, and you'd consciously done it to yourself this time.