Hey! Been wondering why this story is rated 'M' for mature, when nothing particularly "mature" has happened so far. Well, never fear! A chapter full of fluff and smut is here! And I must say, it's my first attempt at writing anything smutty, but please private message me if it isn't up to par. Not everyone needs to know about your sexual preferences!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the X-Men, Deadpool, or anything else referenced in this chapter. I do own Raven & junk. Enjoy!
In the morning, Wade woke up to find Gwen still sound asleep against his chest. It really felt like ten o'clock. So, why did the clock say seven?
"Because of a little thing called 'jet lag'."
"Oh yeah..." Wade mumbled to himself. It made sense, considering it would be the only way he would be able to wake up before Gwen.
As if on cue, she let out a loud snore and scratched her nose. He smirked. Even in her sleep she was adorable.
"Maybe we can do something special for her before she wakes up so she knows we're sorry about yesterday.")
"Yes, but what?"
He stroked the bare skin of her arm carefully; wishing he could touch her for real: without his gloves on.
"Well, what does she like?"
"She likes alcohol and tacos." Wade murmured, as to not wake his sleeping girlfriend "She loves playing a video games and watching movies. She's really good at drawing and loves to crochet."
"And from the looks of it she loves to be out in the sun!"
"Don't forget how much she likes music and reading!"
Wade silently laughed to himself and rolled back over onto his back. He couldn't believe how much he knew about this girl. Hell, outside of killing and how to make some basic 'man' foods, Wade didn't really know much about anyone.
"Oh! Oh! Remember that one movie we watched last night?!"
"Which one?"
"The one where the guy served his lady breakfast in bed!"
"Ah, yeah, the chic flick."
"Well, why don't we do that?"
"Excellent idea, brain!" Wade exclaimed really loudly. He slapped his hand over his mouth and looked over at Gwen; who remained sleeping soundly like a baby.
"I hope you like a shit ton of pancakes." he whispered to the sleeping woman.
Gwen woke up the next morning to the sound of food frying and the scent of maple syrup. She groaned and rubbed her face in her pillow. It wasn't time to get up yet.
Out of curiosity, Gwen lifted her head just to see what time it really was. The clock read ten thirty. Alright, so it was time to get up after all.
She rose and stretched, yawning into the empty space. She could've sworn that Wade was in the bed next to her. He must've been the one making all those noises and smells.
Gwen flung the sheets off of her and swung her legs out of bed. She remembered when she first moved here how bad the jet lag was on her. It must've been why he was up so early.
"Ohhhhhh! I'm makin breakfast for Gweny!" he sang, very loudly and very out of key "Cuz she's the best thing to ever happen to me! Ohhhhh, I want to make her so happy! That's why I'm making flap jackies!"
Gwen giggled and blushed. No, it wasn't the best song or the best singer. Just the fact he was doing it was enough. It reminded her of the times her own mother would make her breakfast in bed whenever they got into an argument the day before.
She rolled back into bed and pulled the sheets back over her. She didn't want to spoil his thoughtfulness; especially since he was resorting to singing.
"Wakey, wakey. Eggs n bakey." Wade cooed as he entered the bedroom with a plate of pancakes stacked so high they barely cleared the doorframe. There were two cups of chocolate milk also on the tray, along with a large red hibiscus with a black center.
Gwen giggled happily, adjusting her pillows so she could sit up comfortably.
"Hey, Gwen. Tough news about the eggs n bakey." he told her, sitting on the corner next to her "There are no eggs n bakey."
She giggled and immediately began to eat the meal set before her. Her lips parted into a smile as the unusually sweet pancake made its way over her taste buds and down into her gullet. Chocolate chips with strawberry syrup: her favorite breakfast combination. How on earth did he know that?
"That's just fine. I'm just happy you made all of this for me." she replied. Wade laughed and produced a fork from one of his many pockets.
"Who said these are just for you?" he joked "Hey, did you notice how I shaped the chocolate chips?"
Gwen shook her head, since her mouth was stuffed full of pancake.
"It's a heart." He revealed, his voice a bit disappointed "See?"
He pointed at the dark brown spots in the golden cakes with his fork. Not even one of the pancakes even had a single recognizable heart on it. She didn't doubt that he had tried though.
"Oh yeah! I see!" she exclaimed, not wanting to disappoint Wade again "I can tell cuz the top part looks like a pair of tits!"
God, this woman brought up tits without any prompting on his part. Wade immediately wrapped his arms around her, stroking his bald head against her shoulder like a cat.
"Finally! A woman who understands me!" he purred into her arm. She rolled her eyes and pushed him off of her.
"Yeah, whatever." shoveling another helping of pancakes into her mouth "We gotta get ready to go though, we've got a big day ahead of us!"
The candy apple red Stingray didn't pull back into the driveway of the tiny pink house until the sun had just disappeared from the sky. With bellies full of soda, cotton candy, funnel cake, and (of course) lots and lots of chimichangas, the pair walked arm in arm around the house and down to the beach.
It was Gwen's idea to go to Pacific Park. Ever since their first date at Coney Island, recreating that feeling was all she could think about. She had hoped it would help to make up for the time they had spent apart. So far, it seemed to have worked.
"You better watch out or I'm gonna throw you back in the water, my little mermaid!" Wade taunted as they drew closer to the shoreline. He playfully tugged the hand he was holding closer to the water.
Gwen laughed and tried to get out of Wade's grip; of course not really trying, but pretending to try. She had a happy sun balloon tied to her wrist as well as her face painted like the drummer from KISS to think about after all.
"And you better not unless you wanna be sleeping on the couch, prince charming!" she cried out. Deadpool smirked and spun Raven into his body.
"You think you can make me sleep on the couch?" he challenged. She looked up at him defiantly.
"I don't think I can." she retorted "I know I can." Wade laughed and leaned in close to her face.
Gwen, thinking she would be receiving a kiss, tilted her head up and puckered her lips slightly to receive it.
"Challenge accepted." the mischievous merc whispered before shoving the unsuspecting woman into the cold water.
The water enveloped the poor girl in a icy embrace, the combination of the tide and weight of her clothes pulling her under slightly.
She emerged, sputtering and wiping away her running makeup from her eyes. Her black eyes narrowed at her red clad boyfriend who was laughing maniacally from the safety and comfort of the shore.
"Haha! I can't believe you fell for that!" he laughed, wiping away imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes "That's what you get for challenging the mighty Deadpool!"
"You're going to be just the mighty Dead if you don't shut up and help me!" she yelled back at him. Deadpool laughed even harder and fell backwards onto the sand, making Raven angrier.
"I mean it!" she shouted, struggling to stand "You better help me or else your ass is on the couch!"
"Haha! Hey, is it cold in there? Looks pretty cold." he replied, sitting up. His eyes immediately became fixated on Gwen's chest, which thanks to the water, was displayed proudly from underneath the thin white fabric of her dress in the moonlight.
"Praise the gods! She didn't wear a bra today!"
"Hubba! Hubba! I think it's time for us to motorboat those bad boys!"
"Holy mother of tacos! Did somebody forget a bra today?" Wade exclaimed. Gwen crossed her arms, not understanding why he would think that. This dress had a built in bra so why would she have to put one on?
"Oh Jeeze, she doesn't know. Don't tell her! Don't tell her!"
"No! Tell her! See what happens!"
Wade remained quiet, giggling relentlessly; keeping his eyes fixed on her practically naked chest.
Out of curiosity, Gwen decided to look down. Her eyes widened in embarrassment at the sight of her naked breasts underneath her. Her dress didn't even really seem to serve a purpose. Plus, it didn't help her nipples were sticking straight out.
"Wade!" she shrieked, running out of the water at a surprising speed. Wade's laughter immediately ceased and he jumped up, making a break for the house.
"Run, man! She's gonna kill us!"
"Nah, nah, na boo boo!" he taunted her over his shoulder, "You can't catch me! I'm the- Ahhhh!"
She leaped up into the air and tackled him onto the sand. They began to wrestle around, each trying to get the leverage on the other.
"And we were so close!"
"It was nice knowing us!"
"Wish I could say the same." Wade pleaded "Let me go! Uncle! Aunt! Abracadabra! Open sesame seed bagel!"
Gwen rolled the mercenary over onto his back and straddled him. He flailed his hands around like a sissy girl. She could see his face was all scrunched up. It would look so much cuter without the mask.
She grabbed his wrists and pushed them up over his head, lifting his mask off in one fluid movement.
"Ahhhh! No! The light! It burns us!" Wade hissed in a spot on Golem voice "Release the Precious!"
Gwen rolled her eyes. True, he was adorable, but being on top of him like this and being able to feel him writhing beneath her awakened her baser instincts. It was about time to bring this inside.
She slammed her lips down on his without warning, releasing his wrists so she could pull his face closer to hers with both of her hands.
After a few moments, Wade caught onto what she was trying to do. He entangled one of his hands in her hair and grabbed her ass firmly in the other. She gasped and stuck her tongue in his mouth. He reciprocated, doing his second favorite bodily dance with another human being: the French Tongue Tango.
They parted minutes later, each panting heavily.
"Inside?" Gwen panted.
"Why yes, I'd love to come in. But I'd also like to go inside the house." Wade replied with a wink. Gwen giggled happily and kissed his lips again before running back to the house. Wade got up and was hot on her heels behind her. She knew there would be no horizontal mamboing tonight, but at this point she didn't care.
They crashed onto the bed with Wade on top. He peeled the white dress off of her body, whistling in approval as he did so. Her skin glowed amazingly in the moonlight, although he was starting to think that tan didn't really suit her; not that skin tone mattered that much to him right now. Here was a half naked, soaking wet, large breasted, naked woman who had her hands, lips, and even her legs all over him. Not much to complain about from a male perspective or female if you're into that sort of thing.
"You're tits are fucking awesome." Wade murmured as he kissed and sucked on Gwen's neck. She tightened her legs around him, grinding her lower half against his while desperately reaching to touch his hardened lower member.
She never imagined a simple touch, or touches in this case, could ever feel so good. Whether or not Wade actually knew what he was doing, he was perfuming excellently. His gloved hands nimbly touched and stroked her most sensitive areas, paying extra attention to her naked breasts. Her legs were shaking and she felt a warm sensation burning in her lower half. She needed release, but had no idea how to achieve it.
"Wade..."she breathed desperately "Wade, please..."
"Please what?" he asked, taking one of her breasts in his mouth. Gwen's breathing hitched for a moment, her fingers tightening and digging into his flesh through the fabric of his costume.
"P...p...p...please, give me something." she begged. He closed his eyes, incredibly pleased with how she was reacting and how the day was going so far.
"Aw, come on dude! Just push those panties aside and get down to it!"
"We can't do that! Gwen's not that kind of girl. She's special."
Deadpool smirked as he switched breasts, bringing forth more moans from his black haired partner. She certainly was special, maybe that why he felt so amazing doing this to her. It was more than sexual, he knew that. He felt like he was inches away from becoming a whole being. It was amazing.
"Please, Wade." she moaned, her eyes opening only halfway; practically sending the scarred mercenary over the edge. He had to do something, but there was no way he was going to show her the ground beef that was his body just yet.
"Well...there is that one thing...
"What thing?"
"That thing we did with Domino once."
"Oh, you don't mean-"
"Yes. I do mean-"
Wade gave the nipple he was sucking on one last nibble before pulling away.
Thinking that he was going to get undressed, Gwen sat up slightly covering her breasts with one arm.
"Wade, you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." she said, her breathing still irregular from his touches. Wade gave her a cocky wink, leaning down to kiss her swollen lips gently.
"Who said I wasn't comfortable."he whispered before inching his way down her body, planting little tiny kisses as he went. Gwen groaned and laid back down, lifting her hips up to assist Wade in pulling the blue lace barrier between her special place and his sight off.
Never before in her life had she been exposed like this in front of anyone who wasn't family. She saw no reason to try to cover herself now; she just hoped it was everything he expected.
"Mmm" Wade murmured, kissing the insides of Gwen's thighs and keeping his eyes glued to the prize he just unveiled "I didn't know you shaved."
A loud hiss escaped Gwen's lips as Wade moved up and down her thigh, alternating between them equally. His breath occasionally crossed her wet pussy, making her breath hitch each time.
"You have to...when...when...you have to wear...such...skimpy swim wear." she managed to say back. Her head was spinning and she couldn't even see straight anymore.
"Oh, I'll keep that in mind." he replied, immensely pleased with himself. Her lack of experience made this whole situation way more enjoyable for the mercenary. Plus, unlike Domino, Gwen had no idea what he was planning to do.
Wade lowered his mouth over the taco he had been longing to taste since the first time he made that innuendo way back in Chapter 3.
Gwen's eyes shot open in a mix of both surprise and shock as he began to suck on her most sensitive area. She had never felt anything so good in her entire life. Nothing- not sheets fresh out of the dryer, not a back massage from a world class masseuse, not even the first bite of a s'more- could compare to this.
Her mouth formed a soft 'o' as she cradled Wade's head as he continued to lick, suck, and even bite the most sensitive area of the female form. She moved her hips against his own moving head. She couldn't get enough of this feeling and the best part was: the more he performed, the better it felt.
Occasionally, Wade's eyes would flash up to his girlfriend's face. Flushed of all color, minus a deep red that stained her cheeks, her face was probably the most beautiful he has seen so far. Her ample chest rose and fell quickly, accompanying each and every breath and moan that escaped her lips. She was so close, he could taste it; and that wasn't just a play on words.
He stuck a gloved finger inside of her, making her gasp once again. Oh yeah, she was close. Her walls were remarkably tight around his finger and the heat was just incredible.
"Jesus Christ, Wade!" she breathed, throwing her head back and pushing her hips up "Don't stop!"
Smirking and with his mouth still covering her clit, Wade began to pump his finger in and out of her. He was slow at first, but as his name kept escaping inside the desperate breathing of his girlfriend's lips, he was beginning to lose control. His name had never sounded better and he wanted to hear her say it more and more, just as she was right now.
Her hands pulled his face down closer to her womanhood. She felt so high; like she was riding on Cloud 9. Something was going to happen. She read all about it in Cosmo. The Big O.
"Oh God, Wade!" she shouted, all of her muscles tensing and fireworks exploding in front of her very eyes. This was definitely it. Complete ecstasy rushed through Gwen's body as her muscles began to relax.
"Oh God...Wade..."she sighed, releasing her death grip on his head, laying one arm across her forehead; which was surprisingly wet and hot.
Wade smirked, releasing her lower half with a loud pop. He licked his lips, relishing in the taste of her juices, and pulled his finger out of her. The Big O really was an amazing thing. Not just for her, but for him as well. Don't believe me? Check the evidence in Wade's pants.
With a loud sigh, Wade collapsed, panting next to her. Climaxing without actually having his dick in anything was certainly a new thing for the Merc with a Mouth, but it wasn't anything he was complaining about.
"I think...I found...my new...favorite...fruit..."he panted. Gwen giggled, and turned, wrapping her arms around him. She kissed his cheek thankfully.
"I might need to wash my suit tomorrow, though." he added. Gwen giggled again and squeezed him tight against her. Her first sexual encounter. And it was fucking awesome. Talk about a great ending to a great day, right?
Song(s) Used:
Misery Loves Its Company by RJA
Pretty much anything by Barry White or Marvin Gaye