Me?? Embarrassed about asking you for another fic where reader pegs colossus? It’s more likely than you think. Ps. If you’d make it extra ya know~ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) id give you my first born child
No first born necessary, babe, I’m always ready for some pegging…
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It had been a while since you first tried pegging with Colossus, but luckily for (both of) you, he thoroughly enjoyed himself. There was a certain enjoyment in the control it gave you, a certain pleasure in making the big man quake and tremble and claw at the sheets with just your name on his tongue. And you, of course, were eager to try it again. You were planning on broaching the subject with him again tonight.
Luckily for you (yet not so much for him), Colossus was stressed. He usually didn’t teach the younger children in the mansion, instead mostly sticking to the teenagers and almost-adolescents, but today was his day with the small kids. He liked the little kids, but there were a lot of them and they were a handful.
You couldn’t swoop in and rescue him from his responsibilities, but you could at least help him de-stress.
You led him upstairs, tugging him along because he’s tired and his feet don’t seem to want to move one way or another. “I’ve got an idea that will make you feel way better!”
“I’m alright, love. Just tired.”
“Well, this will help you sleep better.”
You pull him into his room and lock the door behind you. His bed is bigger than yours, so you generally have to sleep in his room if you want any time with him.
Colossus sat down on the bed. The frame squealed in protest but held steady as it always did. “What do you have in mind?”
You fished the harness out of one of his dresser drawers. “How would you feel about me taking care of you again?”
Colossus hummed in agreement. “That would be enjoyable, especially after today.”
“Then strip down and lay on your back.”
Colossus obliged, then scooted closer to the head of the bed. He laid back on his pillows, arms folded behind his head, perfectly content to watch you strip down and get strapped in. You’ve found out over the years that Colossus is absolutely content to let you tell him what to do most nights. He has to be careful about the size difference and he’s gentle as can be, but if you want to get rough, he’s not going to tell you no.
You straddle his waist and lean down over his chest, kissing your way up his throat to his mouth. He slides his hands up your back, sending a chill down your spine.
You pull away and can’t help but smile as he pulls you back down, unwilling to break the kiss even to let you do what you need to do. You brace your hands against his chest, feeling the wall of muscle rise and fall with every panting breath. You love that no matter how long you’ve been together, no matter how many times you do this, you can still get Colossus groaning with just a kiss.
Colossus finally lets go, not without some reluctance. You slide down his body so that you’re straddling his thighs, mouthing your way down his chest and belly until you’re hovering just above his navel. You look up to find him watching you, intense and heated, waiting for you to touch him.
“What do you want me to do?” you ask, more to tease him than to accept any direction. He knows that.
“Whatever you want. I am yours.”
“I just like to hear you say it.”
“I will tell you now and forever.”
You can’t help but smile at that. You’ve teased him long enough, you’ve decided. You settle yourself down between his legs, making him spread his thighs wide. You take his cock, hot and hard and throbbing, and slide your tongue along the head, delighting in the agonized sigh that escapes him. You take in more of him, until you’re tonguing his shaft and he’s tangling his hands in your hair.
You ease up on him long enough to grab a bottle of lube and squirt a generous amount in your hand. You slide your fingers up the cleft of his ass until you feel his entrance. He’s tight as can be as you slide a finger in past the ring of muscle, working it until he’s loosened up.
“Relax,” you gently remind him.
He nods, pressing against your hand. He’s trying not to be so tense, but there’s a combination of excited and eager that won’t let him completely relax.
You slide another finger in, pumping your hand shallowly until you can slide a third finger in. “Are you okay?”
“Harder,” is all he says, and you oblige with enthusiasm.
You pump your hand again, far less gently, while Colossus tugs on your hair and moans your name like he’s dying. You brace yourself against his thigh, trying to get a good angle. It’s only when he starts begging for you to fuck him that you relent and pull your fingers out.
You pour another good measure of lube in your hand and slick the toy up, lining the tip up with his entrance. You slide the tip in, giving him time to adjust before you slide the rest of the length into him. He grips your hip, and you’re gonna have bruises tomorrow, but those are the kind of bruises that you don’t mind.
You take his cock in your hand and time your thrusts with each pump of your fist. It’s a shame that he’s still in defense mode because you can’t tell how hard he’s blushing, but you can feel how hot he is, how hard he’s trying to stop himself from cumming all over his stomach. You take his hand with one of your free hands, holding him steady and making sure that he can’t cover up his face. You want to watch him unobscured when he cums for you.
He moans your name, moans how much he loves you, how close he is. You tell him to come for you, and the words have barely left your mouth before he’s cumming into your hand and all over his stomach. He bites his lip, bucking into your hand until he’s spent.
You slide the toy out of him as gently as you can. He twitches, over-sensitized, as you clean him up.
“Feeling better?” you ask, pleased that he looks absolutely spent.
“Much better,” he replies, arm over his face.
“Maybe you should start teaching the little kids more often.”
Colossus smirks. “Only if you do this more often.”