Slow Hand
Pairing: Colossus/ Piotr Rasputin x fem! Wife Reader
Summary: you and your husband can’t keep your hands off each other. (No plot, just filth!)
Warnings: language, unprotected sex, PIV, AFAB, smut, creampie, porn without a plot, filth, face sitting-oral (f receiving), Piotr very soft dom, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names. (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything.)
Word Count: 1355
Authors note: I’m from Appalachia yall classic country music has its vice grip on me ok? So yes this is inspired partly by “slow hand” by Conway Twitty. I like the grandpa music alright? “My mamaw used to say Conway could sing a nun out of her robes. I believe her.” - comment on tik tok. Also this is my first time writing smut in a WHILE-I hope it’s alright. I got the horny disease
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Darling, don't say a word I've already heard/ What your body is saying to mine.
You're tired of fast moves/ You got a slow groove on your mind
You want a man with a slow hand/ You want a lover with an easy touch.
You want somebody who will spend some time, not come and go in a hearted rush.
Baby believe me I understand/ You want a man with a slow hand
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The sight right before Piotr’s eyes made him want to cum right then.
You, grinding down on his mouth while his tongue worked you, face contorted in pleasure, hands gripping the headboard so hard it might break.
But he held back. He wanted, no, needed to be inside you when he finished. Plus, he wasn’t done with you yet, he wanted you to cum on his dick too, not just on his mouth.
It all started with you in his shirt, sitting in the soft glow of the string lights you had hung up in the reading nook. The way you were sitting, those pretty legs that led to Heaven, poised just right- without you even trying, sent blood rushing to his cock. You looked so damn good in his shirt. Maybe it was because he was head over heels in love with you, it definitely was, but he couldn’t help himself. Piotr came over to where you were perched in your comfy chair and started at your ankle, slowly and surely kissing his way up your leg. He asked you about your day in between kisses like he wasn’t killing you slowly.
“Good” was the only word you could mutter in response. Your day was about to get exponentially better.
Your hands found his dark locs, fingers tugging lightly, earning a soft hum from your husband.
He gazed up at you through thick lashes, his pupils wide with want. You nodded your head slightly, giving him the go ahead he was searching for
Piotr nudged your legs apart gently, his hot breath on your thigh sent a shiver down your spine.
He chuckled as he delicately ran a finger over your clothed pussy.
“Already so wet.” He said, teasing you for the whine that left your lips when he barely touched you.
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Your body started to squirm and shake- a telltale sign to Piotr that you were close.
His grip on you tightened as he continued circling your clit with his tongue. The moans and whimpers that left your mouth were practically pornographic, Piotr was eating them up regardless, as his own hums and moans went straight to your core. Your hips twitched again and he pulled you as close as he physically could, wanting to drown himself in your heat. His tongue went to your entrance, dipping in and out of you, running up and down your folds in a delicious sequence. His nose brushed your swollen clit as he continued to eat you like a man starved.
That familiar heat began to build up in your core. Needing a release, you ground down on Colossus harder and he met you with his tongue flicking faster, harder and right where you needed it most.
You came apart on Piotr’s face, his name spilling from your lips. His tongue worked you through your bliss while his hands rubbed your thighs.
Colossus pulled you down onto his chest, running his fingers up and down your spine for a few moments while you recovered from your orgasm.
Once you had caught your breath, Piotr laid you gently on the pillow beside him, climbing over top of you. He had you pinned under his massive frame. You felt so small under him, yet so safe. Protected. You ran your fingers down his chest, his glistening muscles taut under your touch. He touched you like you were delicate, placing gentle kisses along your jaw. Your neck, collarbone, and finally he took your nipple in his mouth. His calloused hand came to cup the other breast, squeezing and pinching your nipple.
“Baby, please. Need you.” You whined.
He released your breast with a pop!
“Need me where, darling? Tell me.”
“Inside me.” You all but begged.
“I cannot say no to that.” He said as he lined himself up with your entrance, groaning as he felt the wetness- the mix of your arousal and his saliva.
Piotr pushed into you with one slow movement, making sure you felt every thick, veiny inch of him.
“Fuck.” He murmured, his mouth falling open as he bottomed out.
Colossus wasn’t one to use foul language, especially when he was teaching or training students; but in the bedroom he was a different man. You loved hearing his moans and sounds especially with his accent.
You let out a sound that was something between a moan and a sob. Colossus was well-endowed and he knew that. He loved how tight your cunt was squeezing him
He picked up his pace, pumping into you with a solid rhythm.
Every thrust had you seeing stars, his dick hitting all the right places inside you.
“So wet for me, милый. So tight.” {darling}
His eyes were locked onto you; your face. He was enjoying watching every tremble and sensation that went through your body.
“You are taking me so well. You wanna cum on my cock, hm?”
“Yes! Please.” You begged between ragged breaths.
Colossus took that as a challenge and put your legs over shoulders, driving his cock deeper into you.
You cried out in pleasure as he thrust into you at this new, deeper angle.
Your hips convulsed as your pleasure was driven higher and higher.
The wooden headboard slammed against the wall with each thrust, chipping away the drywall a little more each time- thank God you and Piotr had your own house.
Pete’s breath grew more ragged.
“C’mon sweetheart-“ he encouraged you. His voice deep and raspy. “I want to feel you. Watch you come undone.”
It was almost too much- the way he filled you up, how his cock was hitting the right places. the guttural moans coming from his mouth, knowing that you were the one making him feel this damn good.
Your legs tightened and your toes curled, the dam inside you was going to break open any moment
Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth hung open as electricity zipped through your body, the coil in your center tightening.
Colossus knew what that meant- he quickened his pace, losing some control as he worked towards his own orgasm.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.” Piotr so gently demanded, wanting to desperately to watch you cum. He thrived off of your pleasure.
And that was all it took.
Your body stilled as your orgasm ripped through you with white hot heat. His name the only thing you could say as waves of pleasure radiated through you
“I know, baby. I know.” Pete cooed, proud he could make you cum so hard. “There we go, that’s my girl.” He praised, as he worked you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he approached his own climax.
He lowered your legs back down, hooking them around his hips and leaned in close to you. He pressed his forehead to yours, his skin slick with sweat. He was close.
The way your pussy clenched him, combined with the way you moaned his name was enough to send Colossus over the edge.
Piotr groaned loud, his hips slammed deep one final time as he spilled his seed into you, body shuddering with the release.
Neither of you dared to move, wanting the moment to last as long as possible.
When he pulled back to look at you, his lips curved into a dazed smile.
“You are incredible. Beautiful as the dawn, gentle like the spring rain.” He said, peppering kisses all over your face and neck.
Only your Peter could be such a gentleman. Whispering sweet, poetic things to you while his dick was still inside you.
He pulled out and grabbed the tissues off the nightstand to clean you up.
When he was done, he laid beside you on the bed and pulled you close.
You laid your head on his chest, his hand traced patterns on your back as the two of you enjoyed the post-sex haze.
