Spiderman
"Think you can show me what that web shooter can do?" {DEADPOOL POV!}
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You are Deadpool!
You and Peter were allies. That's how it been for a while now, and that's how everyone remembered it- although, rivals would be a better term for your relationship. Your favorite past time was teasing him and trying to annoy him... which nine times out of ten you find yourself successful. Peter couldn't stand you... but you could tell there was something between the two of you while you were together; an electric spark ignited from prolonged stares and accidental touches. And it only seemed to grow, until today.
One moment the two of you were at Peter's house, arguing about something nonsensical, the next moment you were laying in his bed, on top of him, the two of you making out roughly with pent up frustration. Your hands were wrapped around his wrists, pinning him down into the cushions. It was raw, passionate. Peter groans deeply against your mouth, his hips unconsciously moving against yours and his eyes closed in satisfaction.
Your grip loosens around his hands, and while his eyes were still closed you caress a thumb gently across his hand, brushing the small hole in the middle of his wrist: His web shooter. Peter's breath hitches sharply. Observing his reactions, your thumb circles that spot. He tenses, sensing what you were going to do.
Wade...He murmurs your name breathlessly, his voice low and strained. Your finger stops right on that small bud, holding his hand down.
Wade, you better stop-An impish grin appears on your face as you press your thumb slightly down on that sensitive spot. Peter grunts, his body arching, and a white, sticky liquid shot out from his wrist. You just triggered his web to come out. Holy shit.