Dumb Luck (Deadpool 2)

The sparring match was incredibly tense, the two of them holding no punches as they tried to one up each other. The incredibly handsome hero, Deadpool (I prefer Wade, though nice touch on the handsome) fought with immense gusto, dodging each attack and leg swing from Domino as she exercised the mansion’s extensive training centre. Jumping against walls, and utilising gymnastics, she stumbled into holding the upper hand, her leg hooking around his neck and forcing him to the ground. Trapped and pinned, Wade clutched for his breath, unwillingly submitting, “I submit! God knows I submit. Who wouldn’t with thighs like these around their neck?”

            “Wow. Just wow,” Domino replied, loosening her grip and helping Wade up onto his feet. Dusting himself down, he turned and looked his eyes widening at what he saw. Through whatever reason, the top of Domino’s top had torn exposing her remarkably bountiful chest in all it’s glory. Enough of the top remained to delicious push her breasts up and together, presenting a deep and pleasurable cleavage, with each of her plump dark-skinned tits capped of with pert chocolatey nipples.

            “Sweet merciful Jesus…” Wade breathed, his eyes unshifting, watching the glorious way that each of her delectable tits bounced and jiggled. He had no idea she had such gems hidden away behind her costume and seeing them exposed only amplified in the innate lustful desires he had towards the salacious woman.

            “What? Of fuck? How did that happen? Shit…” She said, her hand rushing to hide them away, unwittingly squashing the flesh and making it bounce even more. Wade’s eyes nearly popped out their head (Wouldn’t be the first time. There was this blonde and a spoon… It was messy) as he ogled the woman as she tried to tuck her tits back into a top that wouldn’t allow it, “Do you mind?”

            “Yes, I do. They are so perky. And big. How’s that possible? That’s a proper superpower right there,” Wade grinned, reaching out and pretending to play with them as Domino scoffed at him, unable to shake the smirk on her lips as she did so.

            “My top is reinforced leather, it doesn’t just rip,” She grunted as she tried to fasten the pieces back in place, fighting against her busty chest, and being entirely unable to do so. Her hands brushed her nipples, unwittingly sending tiny bursts of pleasure through her body, tingles she vehemently ignored.

            “It’s almost as if the writer had to contrive some bullshit reason as to make this entire story exist,” Wade commented as Domino gave up and let them bounce free, the fabric of her top ripping a little more to expose the entirety of the top half of her body. Her belly ran down towards her trousers, which conveniently sat slightly unzipped. By sheer luck, “Can I touchie?”

            “Can you touchie? What are you a teenager?” Domino leered, putting her hands on her hips and looking at the drooling man. Sighing, she conceded, gesturing for him to do so. As soon as she did, his hands lunged forwards gently playing with each handful of flesh, his fingers running across each of her nipples, softly bouncing and weighing each of them in his hands. Like a horny teenager, he incessantly fondled them, rougher and rougher, waiting and hoping for a moan of some sort, some form of way to push this further. His growing bulge between his legs was begging for attention (You couldn’t have thrown in a humungous bulge? Gigantic? Monstrous? I’ve got the thesaurus right here? For someone who prioritises details, you are fucking shit at it), “Are you done, Wade?”

            “Nothing? What if I do this?” Wade smiled, gently tweaking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Fighting the urge to moan and give him any satisfaction, unfortunately, Domino’s powers betrayed her, for through some force of luck, the zipper along her trousers shifted a couple inches lower, her once tight leather trousers slipping halfway down her legs, revealing a thin thong that had buried itself between her glossy, glistening folds, “Oh… Thong… Nice… Touchie?”

            “What’s the point?” Domino groaned kicking the trousers aside and hooking her fingers inside the hem of her underwear. Pulling them down her thighs, she tossed the rags that remained aside and leapt at Wade, toppling him to the ground. Her legs straddled his face, as she sank downwards, impaling herself on Wade’s ready and willing tongue. Darting back and forth, he expertly and with extensive knowledge of female anatomy (Ladies…), attacked her most sensitive and delicate spots. Moaning loudly, she threw her head back, her hands clasping her nipples and firmly tweaking them as Wade had done moments ago.

            Tracing every delicious fold of her neatly shaven pussy, Wade’s tongue curled upwards and easily found Domino’s clit. Wrapping his lips around the sensitive bead, his tongue flicked back and forth, batting the pleasure centre back and forth whilst softly suckling on it, all to a chorus of rapidly growing groans from the writhing girl above. Moans filled the training room as Wade curled his fingers around to Domino’s rear, gently squeezing and pawing at her plump and sizable arse. Curving his hand between her cheeks, he rested a finger at her asshole, gently wriggling it against her puckered entrance in an attempt to gain access. With a soft smirk, she grabbed his hand and guided back to her thighs, dissuading him from probing any deeper.

            His fingers instead dipped in alongside his tongue, his face being smothered by her taut, muscular thighs. Resting the digit against her entrance, he slowly plunged it inside (Again, with an incredible detailed knowledge of female anatomy. Ladies…). Burying the finger up to the knuckle, he began to time his slow methodical fingering with his tongue, amplifying the pleasure rippling through Domino’s body. Biting her lip, she looked down almost endeared by the hungry infatuation the man had for her pussy, and the childlike glee that was present on his face.

            “Fuck it…” she groaned, leaning backwards and stretching her hand down to Wade’s crotch. Naturally, the red leather had a concealed zip down there and one that was easily accessible (What? Batfleck’s suit gets one?). Undoing the zipper, she reached inside and fished out his adequately sized cock (Fuck you!) and gently began to stroke it back and forth, working it to a stiff hardness. Her touch was enough to send a moan tingling from Wade’s mouth and through her clit, causing her to subsequently moan. Gently running her thumb along the tip of his cock, she felt the slickness of pre-cum coat the digit and felt the primal urge grow between her legs to impale herself on the length. Sliding along his body, she hovered above his cock, running the head along the folds of her pussy, preparing for that sublime build in pressure, and the raw pleasure of the first stroke.

            “Wait, wait, wait! Could you turn around?” Wade asked as he ogled her rear end, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to view the front or the back as she rode. Groaning in annoyance, she turned around, presenting her delightful arse to the man, only to hear once more, “Wait! Can I see you the other way around again? It’s so hard to decide. I mean tits or ass. Or arse because the pervert writing this speaks Scottish. You know what, you decide.”
            “I couldn’t care less,” Domino groaned, pressing the tip of his cock firmer against her entrance, nestling it against her hole as she slid back and forth trying to find that one, perfect angle. However, before she could, Wade piped up again.

            “Not you. Why don’t you decide? Try and surprise me with your perverse literary genius. Is that the line you wanted me to say? Perverse literary genius… Christ…” Wade groaned reclining backwards. Turning back around as she was so inclined, Domino finally put the annoyance aside and found the angle. Slowly, but surely the pressure built at her entrance, his cockhead pressing and squeezing as she pushed down wards until finally the head slipped inside her and sank several inches into her tight, wet pussy. The two groaned in unison as the pleasure coursed through their bodies. Hovering for a moment, she savoured the simple bliss of a couple inches of rigid cock inside her, before slowly pushing downwards, sinking more and more inside herself.

            Finally, Domino bottomed out, with her bum pressing against the glossy red leather of Wade’s suit, the sensation being rather familiar to her. What’s a girl without a little love for leather? Moaning softly, she wasted no time in building a slow and steady rhythm, bouncing up and down, filling the room with soft wet slaps. Her bum continued to crash against his legs as she rode on top of him, her breasts softly clapping together. Feeling helpful, Wade lunged his hands upwards and grasped onto her tits, squeezing and playing with them as a child would play with a mobile. Slowly, Domino began to hunch over, lifting only her hips as she bounced up and down, working up a deliciously gorgeous glisten.

            With her breasts swaying in front of his lips, Wade couldn’t help himself. Wrapping his lips around one of her nipples, he gently bit the sensitive nub, eliciting a gasp from the black girl as she glared down at him. Doing nothing to stop him, she instead bit her lip and savoured the contrasting pain. Every thrust that pushed inside her built pleasure within her core, her orgasm building against he flood gates, waiting to cascade across her. The subtle pain from Wade’s continuous nibbling on her nipples, paired with his eager tongue coating her soft skin with saliva, made one delicious combination of perfect pleasure.

            It didn’t take long for them to near their end, with Domino’s tight hole milking pleasure for the both of them. Her arse began to crash downwards faster and faster until finally her orgasm swept over her, causing her to stop. Her pussy clenched, tightening around Wade’s cock and holding him there. The added tightness and grip on his cock set Wade off as well, his cock twitching deep inside her as he sprayed his load deep inside her. Strand after strand of cum painted her insides, pumping deep into her pussy as the two moaned through their respective orgasms. A few second passed as the last of the pleasure subsided and Wade threw his head backwards against the floor. Not wasting any time, Domino rolled off of him, gathered up her clothes and strutted towards the door, not worrying about her nudity in the slightest and subsequently flashing Wade a good long look at her plump arse. Calling out as his shaft softened, “We should do this again sometime?”

            “You wish!” She called as she walked around the corner, leaving Wade with his cock exposed and rapidly softening, his face smeared with her pussy juices and his libido slowly growing once more. None of that managed to wipe the dumb grin off his face.

            “Oh, I will,” he smirked, pushing up onto his feet and standing proudly with his hands on his hips, ignoring his exposed genitalia. Much to his surprise, someone walked around the corner stopping at the sight but looking nonetheless shocked. If anything, her usual smile and ambivalent cheer was strengthened. Catching her eye, Wade grinned, “Hi Yukio!”

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