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“W-Wade. Fuck - stop. Stop it.” Peter moans underneath Wade, his whole body shaking underneath Wade’s steady hands. He looks amazing like this, fucked out and flushed - clawing at the sheets and rutting against nothing as Wade continuously pushes him to the edge without actually letting him fall down to the other side.
“I’m surprised you want me to stop.” Wade breathes against Peter’s ear, tugging playfully at the mask covering the man’s face. He runs his hand heavily over Peter’s chest and pulls at his left nipple hard. It’s puffy and abused and looks perfect for a clamp. “I know exactly what you need pet, just wait.” He shifts off of Peter to reach for the box behind him.
“What are you grabbing?” Peter asks, trying not to come across as panicked and failing beautifully. He’s wearing the Spider-Man mask they specifically made for blindfold scenes, he can’t see out of it and it’s bunched up around his nose making him look thoroughly fucked as he struggles, chest heaving unsteadily. Wade grabs the two nipple clamps from the box and runs one of them across the side of Peter’s ribs so that he can try to guess what painful thing is about to happen to him.
“No - no I don’t - no not those.” Peter stutters out as Wade trails them both in swirling patterns against his skin, pinching and nipping at the skin every once in a while leaving little red marks all up his body. He gets so pretty like this.
“Hmm?” Wade hums against his ear, licking his tongue slowly across the shell of it making Peter gasp and wriggle underneath him.
“You want ‘em?” He asks softly. “I think you do.”
“No - no - no - ” Peter stutters as Wade pinches around his right nipple before painfully pulling on it and clamping it down hard. Peter screams and collapses forward, his hips rubbing desperately against the sheet but the cock cage keeping him in makes stimulation impossible.
Wade loves him like this. He really, really does.
“Did you like that baby?” He puts both hands over Peter’s body and looks down at his bound hands, wrapped pretty and red and fully immobilized. His legs are spread out with a bar, keeping him open and pliable for whatever Wade wants to do to him. Which is so much.
Peter shakes his head and Wade wonders if he’s got him crying yet. That’s always one of his favorites thing to see - to watch Peter’s stubborn resolve break down making him a sobbing, wet mess. All desperate and pained and perfect.
“You’re so pretty.” Wade traces a hand across Peter’s spine. “I love owning you.”
Peter gasps hard at that, rubbing his face against the sheets and arching at the touch. Wade grabs the leather collar at Peter’s neck and pulls on it painfully, forcing the man’s head up.
“There’s two of those.” He says sternly. “Stay still so I can put on the other one.”
Peter tries his best, but his body is sweaty and hot from the hours of exertion it’s been put through today. He’s doing his best to be good, and that’s the best part. Watching his mind try to do something his body can’t.
He flinches when Wade starts playfully pinching his way up to his other nipple, then he tugs hard on Peter’s shoulder so he can flip him over onto his back, adjusting so that he’s straddling Peter’s body with his new position.
“I missed seeing your face,” Wade says honestly, running gentle hands over his jaw. “You’re so pretty when I fuck you up.”
Peter gasps wetly. “Don’t want the other one. Hurts.” He chokes out. “Please. Please - ”
Wade puts it on and pulls at it hard just to watch him scream.
“I don’t care what you want,” Wade says raggedly, he presses one hand against Peter’s throat and wraps his fingers tight around it. “You’re mine. I’ll do whatever I want to you.”
Peter bucks weakly against him, there’s so much pre-come all over the cage and Wade swipes his free hand through the mess before sloppily covering Peter’s happy trail with it, getting it all wet.
“You’re so pathetic.” Wade grins at the words. “You want this so bad, you just don’t know how to ask for it.” He slaps Peter’s face gently, hard enough to make a sound but not a mark.
Peter leans into the touch with a gasp, flicking out a tongue and lapping at Wade’s skin softly.
“Please.” He gasps, licking a wet stripe up his palm. “Please - plea -”
Wade cuts him off by holding his neck even tighter, and Peter’s breath chokes against his hand. It feels amazing.
“Shhh - shhh. No more talking.” Wade says before releasing his hold on Peter’s neck so he can slip three of his finger’s into the man’s drooling mouth.
“Be quiet.” He says as he gags Peter with his fingers, drool spilling around them as his tongue presses desperately against them Peter tries and fails to breathe around Wade’s hand.
Peter is fully crying, the mask is so damp with tears and they’re spilling hot over his cheeks. Wade grabs his phone on the side of his desk and pulls out the camera app. He makes sure that Peter can audibly hear the click as his debauched picture is taken over and over again.
He screams against Wade’s fingers but Wade doesn’t let him speak. He’s going to get off to these later.
“So pretty.” Wade gasps, his cock hard against the seam of Peter’s thigh and he ruts against it hard. “So fucking pretty. All for me. All mine.” He gasps before putting his hands beside Peter’s head and lifting his hips up to run the line of his cock against Peter’s chest, rutting against it just so Peter can feel how hard he is.
“Where should I put this?” Wade teases, running it across Peter’s taint, his hole is plugged the outside is wet with come and lube. He pulls playfully against the plug, letting some of his mess spell out before roughly pushing it back in. Peter whines at the feeling, he’s been fucked so many times today that he’s probably lost count in that overworked brain of his. Wade wouldn’t mind adding one more load into him, just so he can watch it all come out later in the shower, Peter gasping as Wade eats his own come out of him before pushing more inside when he fucks him against the wall. He ruts against Peter at the thought and chokes back a groan. Then, he pulls his fingers slowly out of Peter’s mouth and wipes them haphazardly on his cheek.
“Mouth. Put it - it in my mouth.” Peter gasps immediately.
“Oh?” Wade’s cock twitches against Peter’s stomach in interest.
Even like this, Peter is such a little cock-slut.
“Do you think I should give you what you want?” He moves up so that his cock is right in front of Peter’s open mouth, he runs the tip of his cock against his bottom lip, rutting against him once and gasping when Peter’s tongue hungrily licks a stripe across his slit.
“Yeah.” Peter breathes dreamily, fully dropped.
Wade slaps his cock against his cheek, leaving it sticky and wet. “Mmm.” He drags his cock through Peter’s pretty dark curls, leaving thick white trails against them.
“Pretty.” He says softly because he is. Peter is so pretty like this.
Peter says nothing, just keeps his mouth open his tongue panting and his hips stilled, fully focused on trying to get Wade to face fuck him.
Usually, he would, but today it isn’t about what Peter wants. Or rather, it’s about what Wade wants which is what Peter wants. Peter wants to be used today under the guise of not having a choice in what happens to him. They already scened, established their safe word, and discussed hard limits. Though there’s something they’ve been talking about trying that Wade suddenly can’t stop thinking about.
“You want it in your mouth?” Wade asks teasingly. “Really?”
“Yes. Yes.” Peter gasps. “Please - please - ”
Wade shoves his cock hard into Peter’s open mouth, groaning at the wet heat inside and rutting against the soft roof of his mouth. Peter chokes immediately - his gag reflex is very much a deterrent to him being face fucked but Wade personally loves that about him. It’s hot to watch him struggle, to try to be good even though it hurts.
“Hey, baby?” Wade says, caressing Peter’s cheek with one hand, the other steady on his shoulder. “Try not to choke.”
Then he pulls back far enough that there’s room for him to start pissing down Peter’s throat. He rips off the mask from Peter’s head so he can see his full expression as he realizes what’s happening.
His eyes make Wade's stream almost stop. They’re so wide, pupils blown out he stares up at Wade with a mix of fear, revulsion, and utter awe. Wade’s piss is spilling out along with spit from Peter’s mouth as he obediently tries to keep it open.
“Fuck.” Wade groans, he can’t believe he’s pissing down Spider-Man’s throat. The Spider-Man. He pulls out of Peter’s mouth and aims downward, pissing hard on his caged cock.
Peter shamelessly moans at the feeling, pressing up into the heat of Wade’s piss. It’s so gross and so fucking hot.
“You’re disgusting.” Wade teases him gently. “You like this don’t you? You like being my little fuck toy. Using you however I fucking want. ”
“Yeah.” Peter groans out, eyes rolled back in bliss. “Fucking love when you use me. Just wanna be used.”
“I know you do,” Wade says fondly, his stream is slowing down and he wants to finish in Peter’s mouth. When he puts it back inside Peter suckles around it softly, looking up at him with big wet eyes.
“You love this.” Wade breathes out. “Christ.”
Peter nods slowly before he starts sucking and licking his way up Wade’s cock after his stream finishes, trying to get every last bit of piss into his mouth.
Wade comes. He makes sure it gets all over Spidey's face. He loves how he looks when he’s covered enough to look absolutely owned. Wade’s pretty little thing. He pulls back and admires his work.
Peter licks around his mouth lazily, looking properly fucked out and debauched covered in Wade’s drying piss and cum.
“Damn.” Wade whistles slowly and appreciatively.
Peter tries to smile at him but he’s so out of it, he just slumps against the bed and cries because he wants to cum so very badly.
Wade runs a hand against the cage. “Do you think you deserve it?”
Peter looks up at him with big watery eyes. “N-no.” He says brokenly.
He never really does. When he’s down as bad as he is right now, he’s so stupidly honest. Peter doesn’t think he deserves anything good. Wade hates that, but when it comes to sex there’s something hot about giving something good to someone who thinks shouldn’t have it.
“Yeah. You don’t.” Wade lies because Peter likes to hear it. Peter groans, his back arching off the bed.
“I don’t.” Peter gasps. “I don’t. You should - shouldn’t ever let me. Just use me and use me and - ”
Wade unlocks him and swallows down his weeping cock. Peter’s smaller than him and is a perfect mouthful, something he loves teasing him about to watch the red shame flush across his chest. Wade thinks he’s perfect. Thinks everything about him is perfect. Besides, he likes being bigger - he thinks Peter likes it too.
Peter thrusts wildly into his mouth, barely holding onto his control so his thrusts fucking hurt and Wade loves it. He pulls off when he can hear Peter’s noises getting louder and spits slowly onto the tip of the cock, rubbing it roughly into the slit with his thumb.
“Thank you,” Peter says raggedly.
“Any time.” Wade grins, he then stops touching Peter’s dick and moves up to start kissing him. He can taste his own piss and cum in his mouth and there’s something he really likes about that. Peter seems to like it too, with how willingly he’s getting up into Wade’s mouth.
“You’re so sick.” Wade breathes as he pulls apart. “Keep your mouth open.”
Peter opens it obediently and Wade spits inside before closing Peter’s mouth for him. He doesn’t even need to tell him to swallow.
“You’d really let me do anything to you like this.” Wade sighs, pulling Peter close to his chest and holding him. The fact that Peter can’t hold him back makes his dick twitch. He’s just something to use right now, fully pliable for whatever Wade wants to do with him
“Anything.” Peter nods brokenly. “Just want to be good. Just want to be good - just - just want you - ” he breathes in shakily. “Want you.”
Wade never gets tired of hearing it.
“I bet you do baby.” He kisses Peter’s forehead softly before biting against the meat of his cheek. “I bet you fucking do.”
Peter’s cock is angry and red, pent up from hours of abuse.
“Hey, I know how I want you to come,” Wade says brightly.
“H-how?” Peter looks up at him blearily.
“I think you should grind against my boots,” Wade says thoughtfully but then frowns when he looks down at them. “Too bad they’re so fucking dirty.”
Peter looks at him wide-eyed.
“I - I can clean them, sir.” He says ruefully, and Wade’s entire spine sparks at the term. Sir. Peter only calls him sir when he’s deep down into subspace.
“Oh, I know you can baby.” Wade unlocks Peter from the spreader bar so that he can actually get down on his knees before grabbing Peter by the ropes keeping his arms bound and throws him hard onto the floor, just far enough that he has to painfully inch his way over to where Wade is seated.
Wade loves to watch a man crawl.
When he gets close, he immediately starts covering Wade’s boots in eager licks, making them wet with spit. Peter loves this shit. Wade does too, but it’s so much hotter knowing how into Peter is.
He hadn’t expected this to be something Peter would ever want, but it was so high on kinks Peter wanted to explore when they first started sleeping together and now it’s an essential part of any hard scenes they do. Apparently it’s something Peter was never into until he got regularly curb-stomped by Deadpool. Wade loves that, loves that he wouldn’t debauch himself with anyone else - that proud, smart-mouthed Peter Parker gets hard just thinking about making Wade’s boots wet with his spit.
Right now, Wade is partially costumed for this very reason but Peter is wearing absolutely nothing - his mask discarded on the floor leaving him fully naked and exposed. Wade loves him like that.
“Thank you.” Peter moans as he licks a long stripe up the seam of the boot’s arch, his mouth is wet and red and he looks up at Wade like he’s some sort of messiah.
“You’re good at this,” Wade says honestly. Peter’s entire body shakes from the compliment.
When he finishes one, he scoots to start on the other but Wade is ready for his show.
“Wait - rut against it first. You just cleaned it and I want you to feel how wet you made it.” Wade sneers.
Peter can’t push himself up with his position but tries hard enough that Wade waits before reaching down and roughly pulling him up before shoving him down hard against his boot. Peter tries his best to get friction from the boot, but the way Wade is holding him he only gets a frustrating slide before hitting the air.
Wade watches transfixed.
“Fuck. You’re so hot like this.” He gasps, grabbing his dick in his free hand and aggressively rutting into it. “I think I’m going to come on you again. You want that?”
Peter doesn’t look like he can even express what he wants, he’s trying so hard to not fight Wade but he looks like he wants to come so badly.
Wade lets him get one good, hard rut against his boot before pushing him back onto the floor.
“Alright! Next one! If you don’t finish before I come I think I’ll probably just lock you back up.”
Peter cleans his boot as if his life depends on it. While he took his disgusting time on the last one he absolutely speeds through this one, his hips grinding against nothing as he wetly slides up to tongue at the top of Wade’s boot.
“Ah-ah. You mi-missed a spot.” Wade gasps, he’s getting close. He’s not sure where he wants to come, he might have Peter turn around so he can get it all over his perfect little ass.
“Wade!” Peter cries out but dutifully bends down and tongues at the same wet area he just went over. Wade is so, so close.
“Okay, you can try to come now.” He adjusts Peter so that he can slide uninhibited against the damp leather.
“Thank you thank you thank you - ” Peter babbles as he ruts up against him, Wade feels like he’s going to come just from his broken gratefulness.
“Don’t thank me yet. If you don’t cum now I’m not going to let you. ” Wade cautions, he’s about to nut and he’s serious about locking Peter back up. He loves how cute his dick looks with Wade’s cage around it. They both love how it makes Peter just something to use and fuck.
“No - no no no...” Peter moans, chasing his pleasure to the point of delirium, he’s mouthing at Wade’s knee, getting the leather damp with his spit and it’s so hot. He looks so fucked out.
Then he bites down hard on Wade’s suit and spills white all over his boots. His back arches and he immediately collapses, sliding down until he’s back at Wade’s feet in a fucked out little pile.
Wade comes in ropes all over Peter until he’s absolutely covered in it.
“Damn.” Wade breathes when it’s over, his chest rising and falling as he watches Peter motionless underneath him.
Peter lets out a thin little moan.
“Was that good?” Wade asks, getting down so he can start untying Peter.
“Mmm,” Peter mumbles sleepily, his cheek resting in a pile of their combined jizz which makes Wade want to go all over again.
Once he’s untied Peter wraps his arms around Wade’s middle and pulls his face against Wade’s crotch, rubbing his cheek against Wade’s soft dick and cleaning it with soft licks.
“Good boy,” Wade says soothingly, running his fingers through Peter’s cum streaked hair.
Peter moans against his dick, gathering spit in his mouth and covering Wade with as much of his wetness as he can before scooping it up with his tongue and licking it back in his mouth.
“You’re amazing like this,” Wade says again. “So pretty.” So pliant, so fucked out.
His dick finally gets hard again after minutes of Peter’s treatment and when it is Peter sighs happily before clamoring up in Wade’s lap, twisting behind him to pull at the plug.
“Can I take it out?” He looks at Wade.
“Scenes technically over.” Wade shrugs. “Up to you.”
“I want you to tell me,” Peter says seriously. “Please?”
“Okay, take it out,” Wade orders.
Peter does what he’s told and a day's worth of come spills out of him, dripping wetly out onto the floor. If they were still in the scene, Wade would have made him clean it up with his mouth.
Apparently, Peter is still in the mindset, because he stares at it and slowly licks his lips. “You want me to clean up after myself...sir?”
“Hmm.” Wade really wants Peter to bounce on his dick, hot as watching him tongue his mess off the floor and moaning while he works.
He pulls Peter close to him, and Peter lines Wade’s cock up with his entrance before sinking down, gasping as it fills him up.
“Just - can - can you. Just hold me like this.” Peter asks quietly. Wade wraps his arms around him and holds him close while Peter softly bounces on his dick, gasping against his sternum.
“So - so good.” Peter shudders. “So fucking good. Mm really - really - really - ”
Wade reaches between them and grabs Peter’s dick, roughly jerking him off while he bounces on Wade.
“Fu-fuck. Shit. Wade. Holy - ” Peter goes off a second time in Wade’s hand, coating his hand sticky. Wade keeps on pulling on him, even when Peter cries out and begs for him to stop. Wade loves seeing him all hypersensitive and so fucked out it hurts. He can feel himself going back on the edge.
“Stop! Stop!” Peter is screaming at him, shaking his hand. “Please - please Wade. Please stop.” He’s crying again and Wade licks at his tears messily, smearing spit across his cheeks.
“No.” Wade breathes out. “I’m not going to stop. Make me come. Then I’ll stop.”
Peter tries to clench down on him and work with Wade’s grueling slow pace. If he wants Wade to come, he has to fuck himself against him and overstimulate himself. It’ll hurt. That’s what Wade is counting on.
Peter cries the whole time, but it’s when he falls forward and sobs wetly against Wade’s shoulder, his whole body shaking as Wade slowly plunges into him that does it. Wade spills into Peter’s loose hole and pulls out a little just to watch some of it slide wetly down Peter’s leg. Then he gives Peter’s abused dick one more mean tug before letting go.
Peter is full-on sobbing on him, arms tight around him enough to bruise which Wade loves. His little spider clinging to him like a ship in a storm even though Wade’s spent the last five hours fucking him up.
“Was that good?” Wade asks cautiously. “I know - I know I kind of went hard.”
Peter presses a kiss against Wade’s lips before pulling back with a tired smile.
“It was great.” He breathes out before slumping against Wade tiredly. “You’re so - so good to me.” His voice is tight with emotion as he hugs Wade tight enough to bruise. “Love you.” He mumbles against Wade’s collar.
Wade presses a quick kiss against Peter’s forehead and holds onto him. “Same to you baby.” He says softly. They sit there for a few moments, breathing heavily and coming down from the scene.
“Wade.” Peter says, muffled from being pressed against Wade’s chest.
“Mm?”
“I am covered in piss and cum and my hair is starting to fucking crunch. You need to shower me - feed me - pamper the absolute shit out of me - ” Peter stretches his arms above his head and smiles coyly at him. “Clean me out.”
All of Wade's favorite things are in perfect succession. Fuck the shit out of the spider, make the spider cry, shower the spider, feed the spider, treat the spider like the perfect special god that he is, and then do it all over again.
“Anything,” Wade says honestly, scooping Peter up in his arm to take him to the bathroom and run him a hot bath. “Anything.”