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Peter is currently wearing a tight fitting cropped dress shirt with a sailor collar and an extremely short navy pleated skirt where if he as so as much slightly bended over his whole ass would be out for the the world to see.
On top of that he is wearing garters that are holding up a pair of white thigh high tights, and a matching small sailor hat to boot.
Not to mention he is standing outside in the freezing New York winter on a sketchy street where dimly lit strip clubs litter every block and prostitutes roam the streets.
Peter is on a mission that requires him to pose as a sex worker as he try's to investigate a case where several prostitutes in the area had mysteriously disappeared in the past four weeks, leading Peter to where he is right now.
A black sedan with blackout window pulls up slowly before stopping and lowering his window.
A familiar face looks back at him — Wade Wilson aka Deadpool, the self proclaimed Merc with a Mouth.
Peter hadn't encountered the masked mercenary many times, but the few times he did Peter had been attempting to stop one of many of his so called "hits."
Peter wide eyed stared back at the masked man.
"Aren't you too young to be out here all along somebodies got to call home your parents?" the anti hero asked, pointing his leather finger at Peter.
Peter rolled his eyes before smiling. "First of all I'm 27 and second both my parents are dead," Peter deadpanned, loudly chewing his bubble gum flavored gum.
The larger man chuckled. "Ouch sweetie quite the cliché sad hooker backstory."
Peter crossed his arm before walking up to the car window. "Look if your not going to buy me and instead play the so called hero who saves the damsel from being a whore then quit wasting my time, your hogging the street," Peter barked out.
The mercenary merely grinned in response.
"Okay okay cant blame a guy for trying to humanize the situation. How much?" the man asked.
Peter stopped for a moment biting the excess skin in his lip grinning. "How much you wiling to spend?" he asked, his voice traced with seduction, batting his long eyelashes at the man.
The masked man shifted in seat taking his wallet out of his back pocket and handing Peter a stack of three a hundred dollar bills. Peter took the money carefully counting it, folding the cash before stuffing it into his lace-trimmed bra.
The man stuck out his hand infront of Peter before opening his mouth. "The names Wade, how about you sweet cheeks?"
Peter reluctantly shook his hand. "Peter but you can call me whatever you want Wade," Peter whispered, emphasizing the man's name.
Wade unlocked the front seat. "Well Petey hop right in!" he exclaimed, as Peter opened the car door before promptly slamming it shut.
Before the larger man drove off he glanced back at Peter, his eyes trailing the thinner man's body. "Cute outfit, I guess that makes you Popeyes and me Betty Boop?" the older man joked.
Peter laughed in response.
The masked mercenary began driving away from the poorly lit street.
"Man I hope you aren't just laughing at my terrible jokes cause I'm paying you," Wade states.
Peter looks back at the man unable to read his expression due to the leather mask.
Peter traced his long slender finger over the leather suit, frowning. "Trust me you couldn't pay me enough to laugh at a joke I find unfunny," he answered truthfully.
"Man you hookers sure are good at making a guy feel special," Wade replied.
Peter removed his hand from the merc, fidgeting with his thumb. "So you come here often?" Peter asked curious, staring at the larger man beside him intensely.
"When I have extra money I like to tip the girls well, but I can't say I've seen you before," the older man shrugged.
Peter slumped in the car seat breathing out. "First time I'm out this late," he responds, looking outside the foggy glass window, watching the passing buildings.
Wade merely hums in acknowledgment.
Peter looks back at the man. "Mmm, tell me what your in the mood for big guy," he asks.
The older man looks back at Peter gripping onto the steering wheel.
Peter pushes. "Any requests?"
Wade takes a deep breath, sighing. "You don't have to pretend, you know? I know you guys sell a fantasy but that never quite interested me," the man states before parking his car in the hotel parking lot.
The older man gets out of the car before quickly opening the door for Peter. "Ladies first," he says, holding the door open.
Peter gets out, his skirt rides up exposing Peter's ass cheeks, and his pastel blue thong, before he pulls the skirt down. He closes the car door, a gust of wind blowing through the air passed over Peter body making him shiver in response, as he attempted to cover his stomach using his hands.
The larger man eyed Peter worried. "Come on let's get in the hotel lobby before your cute ass freezes to death!" he exclaimed, as both Peter and Deadpool walked along side each other, the older man slinging his arms around Peter as they walked into the hotel lobby.
The door chimed as the cleaning ladies eyed at Peter and the black and red leather masked man beside him suspiciously.
They walked up to the front desk as the anti hero paid for a single night. The receptionist silently handed him the keycard.
Then they began walking towards the elevator as Peter pressed the button before the doors promptly opened.
Peter stepped inside and the masked mercenary followed suit, pressing the ninth floor.
Quietly Peter glanced back at the man once more. Could it really be him? Peter shook his head before tugging at the man's shoulder.
"What is it baby boy?" he asked, looking down at Peter who is looking up at the much taller man.
Biting his lip Peter nods his head muttering under his breath. "It's nothing.."
The elevator opens. The smaller walks out waiting for the older man. "Lead the way," he joked, as Wade began walking towards their hotel room, using the key card to open the room.
The man opens the door waiting for Peter to walk inside.
Peter walks in, stepping into the cozy rundown room, Peter's eyes scanning across the room, a small queen sized bed, a tv mounted to the wall, and a small chair encapsulated the space.
Peter shallowed the hard lump in his throat. He knew what he had to do. He was going to have sex with a known mercenary disguised a common whore.
Peter palms began sweating as he walked over to the bed and sat on the dingy hard mattress, fiddling with his garter belt, as the older man set his stuff down on the small table in the room.
"I'm going to take a quick shower be right back baby boy don't let the fun start without me," Wade teases, before walking to the small bathroom, locking the door. Peter hears the water turn on.
Great. This is what he was waiting for, a possible lead in his case.
However Peter couldn't shake the strange feeling in his chest.
Biting his lip nervously, Peter eyes darted around the space. It wasnt like this was Peters first time having sex with a man, he had several short lived sexual experiences with other men in his early and late twenties.
But having sex as a prostitute was an all time low for Peter.
Sure Peters had plenty of practice the past two weeks practicing flirting with other men as his investigation progressed but he had not yet actually engaged in any sexually explicit relationships between them.
The door slammed open breaking Peter out of his self pitying. The man emerged still donning the infamous red and black suit.
Peter quickly takes off his black stilettos, and the older man walks over to him, Peter glancing up at the man.
"So what is you want me to do?" Peter asked, before Wade could respond Peter continued, detailing what the girls at the block had warned him to say so he wouldn’t get chewed out: “No aggressive behavior, nothing that leaves physical marks or bruises, no hitting, no condom no deal, and I don't kiss in the mouth it's nothing personal," Peter stated firmly.
Wade nodded before speaking softly. "Look normally this is where no matter how much I pay the hookers they run away screaming."
Peter raises his eyebrow at the man, and Wade continues. "But I'm terrible disfigured I mean it's really fucking ugly under here, and just so you know my dick looks the same it's all sorts of messed up," the man joked but Peter knew he was deflecting. He could see the rejection painted on his face.
Peter looked at Deadpool earnestly before his hand trailed the man's rock hard stomach, grabbing at his belt.
"Just shut up and take your pants off," the smaller man breathed out.
Deadpool pinned the smaller man against the bed before grinning ear to ear. "Your big Bambi eyes, and messy curly hair, and tiny little freckles that dot your entire face, you know what a fucking dam wet dream you are baby boy? I can't believe this, that you’re real, all mine," the larger man huffed out, his voice low. "Your real right?"
The man laughed before tracing his rough hands over Peters thin waist lifting the short pleated skirt revealing his pastel blue thong. "So pretty," the man purred.
Peter sheepishly looked away from the man as he was fully exposed to the older man.
"Don't get shy now sweet thing we haven't even started yet," he cooded, as he began taking his belt off before taking his cock out.
Peter gulped.
The man's length, which was impressive in size and width, his length was lumpy and slightly unnerving, but Peter swallowed his spit.
The man took a condom out and placed it on his half hard cock before turning Peter on his stomach, his small sailor’s hat flying off in the process.
Peter heard a bottle open as the man squirted what he presumed was lubricant over his hard throbbing cock.
However the man didn't not start right away, leaning over him whispering in peters ear. "I lied there is one thing a want you to do," his breath was heavy and hot.
"Hmm?" Peter hummed in reponse.
"I want you to call me daddy when I fuck your silly little brain out, can you do that for daddy?" the man growled out asking the smaller man before placing his rough hands over Peter backside wrapping his hands around his waist.
Peter's ears turned bright red, and he was sure if the man turned him around he would be as red as a tomato.
"Yes.. yes daddy," Peter muttered out, his voice unsure and unsteady, digging his face deeper into the pillow trying to hide his expression.
The man then stuck his cock roughly into the smaller man's backside, making Peter wince in pain at the sudden thrust, his eyes watering at the strange sensation.
"You okay, Peter?" Wade asked softly.
Peter bit his lip before nodding in response. Wade then began slowly moving his cock inside of him.
"Fuck, you're so tight," the man groaned, before rapidly increasing the speed of his thrusts. The smaller man's teeth clenched as his breaths became heavier and more intense.
Wade then increased the power of his thrusts, slamming into Peter. Peter's lip quivered, the sudden acceleration and force making his insides squirm. The warm, pulsing girth inside of him made him uncomfortably hot and stuffy.
Peter whimpered at the foreign sensation bubbling in his crotch.
"What do you want, baby boy?" Wade questioned, his voice low and breathless as he gripped onto Peter's waist even tighter.
"I want you to—" Peter didn't finish, too embarrassed to continue.
"Tell Daddy what you want. Use your words, Petey," Wade teased.
Peter gripped onto the sheets as the larger man slammed into his backside, making him gasp.
"Please touch me—" Peter's voice hitched.
"What's the magic word, baby boy?" Wade questioned, continuing to torment him.
Peter clutched the sheets even tighter, his knuckles turning white.
"Please touch me, Daddy!" Peter cried out, desperate.
"Good boy, but you have to wait your turn. Daddy's almost finished, okay?" Wade answered.
Peter huffed in annoyance at the older man's lack of regard for his need. Wade chuckled before ramming into him, hitting the younger man's prostate, making Peter yelp out loud. With glee, Wade began overloading Peter's soft spot, making the smaller man squirm under the overwhelming sensation. Peter's cock was now rock hard and uncomfortable.
Wade pulled his cock out from Peter's tight hole, still hard, as he flipped Peter around without effort. Before Peter could get a word in, the larger man shoved his dick down his throat.
"Open wide," Wade huffed.
Peter felt the pressure down his esophagus, the odd ridges of the older man's cock scraping his throat. He began choking on the length.
"Breathe through your nose," Wade instructed.
Peter tried to catch his breath and began bobbing his head, taking more of him. His wet mouth slid back and forth while he tried not to let his teeth graze the shaft. Wade's hips jerked in response, his hand gripping Peter's hair as he used his head like a fleshlight, thrusting into his mouth and hitting the back of his throat. Peter's hands flailed helplessly, his eyes watering.
Taking the man's large cock like this was unpleasant, each ridge scraping his throat.
Suddenly, Wade pulled out again and began jerking himself off, finishing into his fist. Peter coughed, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, his throat burning. Wade then turned his attention to Peter's cock, wrapping his hand around it and stroking slowly.
Peter's cock twitched in pleasure as he began instinctively thrusting into the older man's grip, grunting as his hips jerked upward. The way Wade touched him made Peter melt.
He'd had a few one-night stands with guys his age, but they never satisfied him, or even cared if he was still hard. That made Peter's heart and cock swell. It almost made him forget this was all an act, a paid service at that.
A bit of precum leaked from his tip. Wade's tough leather hand grabbed Peter's face, forcing him to look up.
"I want to see your face as I defile your cute little body," the words echoed, making Peter whine. He didn't want the larger man to see the strange faces he was making, but he didn't have a choice. His eyes darted away before looking back at the masked mercenary.
Peter wiped a drop of sweat from his forehead, then gripped the back of Wade's suit. Wade, with glee, continued aggressively jerking him off. Peter dug his nails into Wade's back, biting his lip, squirming under his touch. The sensory overload was too much. Biting back sobs, he muttered:
"I'm close—"
"What'd you say?" Wade bit back.
"I'm close, Daddy— " Peter whined, scratching his nails along Wade's suit.
Fuck, Peter was about to climax. One last touch from the older man left him reaching what he thought was pure bliss. His pelvis tilted upward, his legs shook as his release gushed out, spilling over Wade's gloved hand and onto the sheets.
His body went limp as he tried to catch his breath. Wade shifted off of him, standing up and walking to the bathroom. Peter could hear the sink running.
With what little strength he had left, Peter rubbed his eyes. This was a really bad idea, he thought. He was royally fucked— on top of that, he still had to interrogate the man about the missing ladies of the night.
Peter sighed before forcing himself to sit up straight. Pain radiated from his lower back throughout his body, and a sharp ache lingered in his lower region. Great.
Peter stood barefoot on the carpeted floor, its mysterious stains trailing the area. He grabbed his thong and walked into the cramped bathroom, where Wade was standing, washing his gloves. The man turned his head and waved.
"I'll be out in a jiffy," he exclaimed, drying his hands with a small, thin microfiber towel.
"Wade?" Peter questioned.
The larger man nodded. "Yes?" he responded, waiting for Peter to pop the question.
Peter nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Did you know a girl called Stacy?" he asked, keeping his gaze sharp as he analyzed the antihero's body language.
Wade's shoulders tensed, and his posture shifted before he stepped next to Peter.
"No," the larger man stated, as he tried to leave the cramped space.
However, Peter was in the doorway, his body unmoving. Wade sighed.
"Look, Peter, just move out of the way," he said, trying to push him using his body.
Peter crossed his arms and puffed, eyeing the man carefully. "Not until you explain why you're acting so weird," he questioned.
Wade brought his gloved hand to his face, rubbing his temples. "Look, this doesn't concern you. It's too dangerous, you wouldn't understand," the larger man answered.
Peter furrowed his eyebrows, still crossing his arms. "What's too complicated?" he pressed, now genuinely curious about what Wade was alluding to. He had originally thought Wade was involved in some capacity, but now he wasn't so sure—it wasn't the answer he had hoped for.
Wade exhaled. "There've been recent reports of sex workers who work that same block going missing," he said before focusing his attention on Peter. "But don't worry, I've been investigating, patrolling the area," he continued.
Peter looked at him, dumbfounded, eyes barely blinking.
"So... you aren't involved with any of it?" Peter finally asked, his voice hoarse as he looked up at the older man in front of him.
Wade scratched his chin. "Uh, no?" he replied.
Suddenly, Peter felt like the walls were caving in on him. The crappy, cramped bathroom seemed to shrink even smaller. He thought he was about to faint.
Leaning on the doorframe, breathing heavily, heat rising to his cheeks, Peter finally yelled,
"What?!"