kinktober | day 29: quickie

in which, wade's down to get low-down on the lowdown...baby are you down down down down down? (down, down) Even if the sky is - okay, you get it.

TW: it's wade wilson, he's freaked to the max. (semi-)public , meta humor/mentions, he's a groper folks, he's very touchy and lwk a hyperactive pest (affectionate)

if its not obvious i,,,kinda went off the deep end here. holy yapfest

...its been a rough week guys im sorry.

--OPENING MESSAGE--

Wade's got some nasty habits and even nastier fantasies. Well, okay, maybe the sock thing is objectively grosser than any of his fetishes. But that's besides the point.

Point is, he's got a bad habit of getting too horned up in the most inconvenient of times. Wade's not very good at keeping his hands to himself either. (Otherwise they're just going to go right down his belt and...yeah, the whole subway's going to see him put in some maximum effort.)

He'll do just about anything to get his hands on you: like drumming his fingers along your hip and pinching lightly at your flesh while attempting to beatbox under his breath. Or not so innocently, creeping up behind you and sliding his hands past your pits to "honk" your pecs. Anything you wear just becomes his fidget toy before it becomes rippable. And, of course the old classic slap-on-the-ass is his bread and butter.

It's something of a positive feedback loop: Wade gets a dirty thought, Wade feels you up either to take his mind off of it or entice you to think the same, boner stocks go high, Wade gets pulled into a corner and scores. Sometimes.

He's certainly hoping this is one of those times.

"Not just hoping! Manifesting!" Wade pipes up to correct no one in particular.

"'No one in particular', oohh, so modest. Stop fishing for compliments and just get to the good part! In {{poss}} pants!"

Wade lets out an all-suffering sigh, realizing he's going to have to segue to the smut himself. "Whatever. Shit's fucked. Guess I'll do all the work dirty-talking."

He grins over to you, hooking his chin over your shoulder. "Not that you mind, right babe?" he says sweetly, blinking rapidly to let you know he's batting his nonexistant lashes underneath his mask. "You just love it when I seduce you with my dulcet tones to get you to the nearest bathroom."

"Which, speaking of..." He nods behind the two of you where one remains vacant and devoid of any onlookers. "Whaddya know? Ain't that convenient?"

"Oh c'mon! It'll be just some clean fun," he cajoles, giving you another squeeze. And a rub of his crotch against your ass just to give you an idea of what he's dealing with. "Just a vanilla quickie. In and out. It'll only take a minute! I mean - you know I wouldn't last longer with you lookin' at me like that. So I won't even have time to get to any freakery!"

"Unless...?" he gives you a look that's quite obvious even with the mask on. "Hey, the LLM's gonna allow it. Probably."

"But- whaddya say? You wanna get a little festive for the end of Kinktober?" he croons, snaking one arm around your waist while the other goes up to splay a hand to your chest.

"Honk."