Young Love from the Old Times - Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x Reader
A/N: A Series of Smut Fics to Enjoy :) I do have a ~plot~ for this so if you enjoyed this part, lemme know! <3
Warnings: N S F W
Part 2 ○ Unfair ○
The mansion was noiseless against the warm summer night – all the adults were out of the house for some meeting with government officials, while the young adults such as Piotr and yourself took to the task of making sure the kids got to bed on time.
‘’Did you find Timmy’s teddy bear?’’
‘’Da, I looked for it everywhere. It was on the roof. It has been safely returned to its owner.’’
You laugh at Piotr’s attempt at humour. ‘’Of course, it was on the roof.’’
You both head to the rec room, keen to watch a few horror movies without being bothered by the kids (who complain about not being allowed to watch it with you) or the adults (who complain that you shouldn’t be up too late) – though Piotr often fell into the category of the adult complaints, you managed to convince him to relax and unwind a little – considering neither of you had even a minute to yourselves since the most recent mutant and purification attacks that sprouted up every and anywhere.
It was a crazy week – and even though you would have liked a release of another kind behind your closed bedroom door, you much preferred Piotr’s company.
You play the movie Antichrist – for which you found the CD at some garage sale whilst passing through some neighbourhood after a mission. You hadn’t seen much by way of trailers, but themes of horror were always a welcome experiment – and you liked the idea of a surprise.
You pop the CD onto the player, choosing subtitles and audio settings – while Piotr brought a bowl of popcorn – drizzled with honey because he wanted it to be a healthy snack, even though he was against snacking at night, he thought it would at least be a healthy one.
The movie plays, eerie background music and foreshadowing scenes with symbolic positioning of humans, trees, animals – you name it – that would all make sense by the end of the movie.
You watch without much event – until the shower scene comes on.
You hadn’t even looked at the stills that they normally have on the back of the CD covers – much less read the ratings on the bad boy – but the juxtaposition and background music all pointed to one thing – it was a sex scene.
You’d normally be unphased with such scenes – you weren’t a 12-year-old – but looking over to Piotr, you could tell he was fighting the urge to look away – all the while being much too curious to actually do so.
He also didn’t want to seem too prudish, and all odds stacked in favour of him watching the scene through its end.
You were more curious about his reactions than the scene itself – a subtle move of his adams apple, a swallow straining his neck, as he has a fist plastered onto each knee.
You could tell it was a different kind of torture – less of the horror kind.
The scene plays forward with the man thrusting the woman against the wall – when the camera moves down to the source of the drive; a clear image.
It was uncensored. The man’s girth thrusts into the woman – which made your eyes widen in surprise, your hand stopping just as you were about to pop another popcorn into your mouth. It was all wildly reminiscent of your first encounter with Piotr.
Piotr’s breathing was hard and heavy – his leg shaking just a little as a way of release of tension. It was difficult to watch him, because seeing him be sexually frustrated somehow drifted to you – a tickle near your core.
It was just a few more minutes in, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
You place your hand on his hand – ‘’Piotr? I think we should help each other out,’’ you suggest as you switch the TV screen to the drama channel.
He gives you a curious look, tilting his head sideways – ‘’I do not follow…’’
‘’Take my lead.’’
You plant yourself firmly against his right thigh – one arm looped around his neck while the other leaves light caresses against his taut chest; dragging the fabric of his polo shirt down to expose part of his chest, before letting it spring back – the fleeting touches of your fingertips sends sparks under Piotrs’ skin – his breath held as he watches you – instead of the movie – hauntingly moving your hand up and down his chest.
‘’You’re not allowed to move any part of you. Understand?’’
He only continues staring at you – but the unspoken compliance showed itself, as Piotr sprayed each arm across the couch; arms halfway outstretched from his sides, as he balances his weight on his palms.
You start with gently rocking yourself against his thick thigh, the overwhelming feel of him in sudden and full contact with every inch of you – a plea you never thought you could fulfil.
And yet here you were.
’’Bhoze moi… This is not– ‘’ Piotr’s large hands clench menacingly against the fabric of the couch – cushions twisted into a knot under his hand like his was holding on for dear life – ‘’this is not fair.’’
‘’Who said it was going to be?’’
His only way of relief – his breathing; labored and heavy – ridden with an intensity you’ve only ever seen at this instant. His fervid gaze asks for more – to be allowed the luxury to give you what pleasures he can; with his lips, with his arms, with his hands, with his –
but you had other plans in store for him.
You hold onto Piotr by the shoulder, hoisting your bent legs up a little, to give you a denser, heavier feel around his thigh. You start jerking with a bit more purpose, letting the full weight of your body press down his thigh – adjusting to hit all the right spots – as Piotr claws the couch; the scraping noise slow, but deep.
Oh, all the things I want to do to her
Your supple lips catch his neck between them, as you grind hard over his thigh – his head dips back, with eyes shut tight and his nose scrunched up as he inhales a hissing breath. His nails dig into the couch further, as you nibble up his neck, placing deliberate kisses across his jaw line – each kiss matched with each thrust of your hips; moaning in approval when Piotr’s voice groans – ‘’Please, Y/N…’’
‘’Not so soon, lover boy,’’ you smirk.
You place a palm against his cheek, guiding his face to yours – and when you’re face to face, you let your lips hover over his, barely touching.
‘’Tell me how much you want it,’’ your lips graze teasingly against his.
‘’I want it– ‘’ his breath hitches – ‘’bhoze moi, I want it very much.’’
You hum through your nose, lightly touching against his as you slowly press your lips onto his – ever ready to catch you within it. Your fingers busy themselves – weaving between his silky soft hair. His head pushes subtly forward – an intention, an invitation to deepen the kiss – but you hold him back by the back of his head. You chuckle at his waning self-control.
‘’You are… very evil….’’
‘’Oh, you think so?’’
You focus back on grinding on his thigh – the wetness between your legs as conspicuous as water on light grey cloth; which was almost exactly what it was. You snake your arms around his neck – breathing heavy over him.
Even though you wanted to tease him a little further, your own craving for his touch was unbearably buzzing over your chest down to your core.
You trail your hands over each side of his shoulder, over his arms and down his palms – gently lifting them up from their grip on the couch; And once Piotr realises what you’ve granted him, his hands immediately find your waist, pulling you in as his lips crashed into yours in a swift feverish move.
His tongue slips between your lips, as you feel yourself melt into the kiss. You gently hold onto his chin, fingers caressing his ear lobes
When your lips part, he’s quick to pull you onto his lap –
‘’It is now my turn,’’ he smirks, fondling your ass as he reclines into the sofa. He grabs a handful of your ass – pulling you closer as you straddle over his crotch, his fingers merely grazing over your cunt as he moves – making you shiver as you moan his name; your forehead pressed against his – looking deep into him.
‘’Piotr– ‘’
‘’Shhh someone will hear us.’’
He shifts up the hem of your dress with a swipe of his palm, leaving your panties exposed as his finger moved slowly up and down your cunt over the damp fabric – your eyes pinched shut as you keep from getting over the edge. Your breathing gets heavy, murmuring sweet heavy nothings as he slips under your panties, rubbing near your folds.
‘’Let me take care of you,’’ he rumbles against your ear, pecking at your cheek.
He goes in slow, his index finger exploring with short strokes as you brace yourself against him, clenching at the collar of his shirt with anticipation.
His finger enters with measured ease – swathed in your wetness as he pushes in and out of you. His name falls out your mouth like a silent prayer, but he’s already responded – three fingers edge into you in quick succession as you wince against his cheek, instinctively moving your body away from the overstimulation; but Piotr holds you close, making you jolt instead. His face sidles against yours, whispering hot against your ears,
‘’You’re not going anywhere, myshka.’’
He continues the leisured thrust of his fingers in and out of you, dripping and edging you to no tomorrow.
Your legs jerk up together when he hits a certain spot as you feel yourself clench around his fingers. Your eye squeeze shut at the sudden burst of pleasure, but he was only just beginning. He continues his jerking, his long thick fingers exploring every part of you.
His lips find yours in a moment of reprieve – his fingers distracted from their affair – when a thought creeps up to your mind.
You pat at his wrist, before gently pulling his fingers out of you. He pulls away for a moment, a quizzical look forming on his face – but before he says anything, you take to feeling up his lap with your hands, finding a way to his girth – tight and pushing against his pants. You let your palm put pressure on his cock, stroking up his sizable length.
You plant yourself over his member, grinding hard against him – wet stains dotting the fabric over his dick.
Piotr guides you with his hands on your ass, pulling you towards him with each jerk of your hips. You don’t look away from him – the heat rising off his body a welcoming sensation, as your lips catch his in a passionate kiss.
Your grinding becomes more concentrated, zealous, as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. You whimper against his cheek, gripping at his collar, when a generous bout of fluid seeps onto him.
‘’You’re so wet for me, myshka…’’
You hum favorably, impatiently rubbing yourself against him. He embraces your waist, holding you down tighter against him. He reaches a point where he buckles and moves in sync with you, rubbing himself against you as you do against him. You cup his face between your hands, pressing eager kisses against his lips.
‘’I’m so close, Piotr,’’ you softly moan between your kisses.
‘’As am I.’’
And just as he finishes his response, your hands claw at his shoulder, pulling him closer – your whole body tensing against the pressures of your orgasm as you press your forehead against his, stifling your moans with a hand across your mouth.
You suddenly hear the clicking of the door open from the end of the room – both you and Piotr swivel to its direction, as the growing sounds of conversation floats into the silent hall.
You look back a Piotr with a playful urgency in your eyes.
‘’We should take this somewhere else,’’ you whisper in a quick breath.
But before you could get up off of him, he pulls you close to him – securing your legs around his waist – as he gets up off the couch in one swift move, with you giggling against his chest; carrying you off into the direction of his room, bounding up the stairs and quickly entering his room before being seen by anyone.
He gently lowers you onto his bed, kissing your temple,
before striding back to shut the door behind him.
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