#tinyalcoholicwitch

This is one of my favorite tropes! (And also a little late, so I hope you liked the masterlist!)

It feels so good to be back in the swing of things.

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You back away from the display of computer screens. Every screen shows a different area of the city: grocery stores, city hall, the outside of the safehouse. Every screen was the same busy, unhelpful scene. There have been no updates on the whereabouts of their target; she’d most likely found a place to buckle down and lay low for a while. No matter - she couldn’t hide forever.

“Well, it looks like we’ll be here for a while.”

“She will show her face eventually, and we will take her in,” Colossus replies. The giant is perched delicately on the edge of the couch that had been drug up to take the place of a sensible chair in front of the barrage of computer screens. “But until then, we will monitor and wait.”

“I just hate that we have to go and get them - they never want to come to us.” You plant yourself down on the couch indelicately, lounging back against the cushions. The couch isn’t exactly comfortable, but it’s big enough for you and Colossus both, which means that it’s an acceptable couch.

“I seem to remember you being quite reluctant to accept our help before you joined us,” Colossus replies, nudging you with his shoulder. 

“That’s beside the point.”

“Is not.”

“Hey, hey, I realized when it was time to stop hiding and ask for some help with these powers,” you sniff, petulant. Colossus likes to tease you about that anytime you’re off on a recon mission, owing to the fact that he was the one who found you all those years ago. 

Colossus smiles down at you, all gleaming chrome - he seems almost wistful. “And I am glad that you did.”

“You are so very mushy on the inside, dear,” you reply, but you can’t help but smile back up at him. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side. His arm is heavy, but you’ve learned to enjoy it.

“You like it.”

“I love it.”

You swing your legs up into his lap and snuggle into Colossus’ side. The cameras still show nothing, and no matter how long you sit and watch, the display doesn’t get any more exciting. Wherever your target has gone, she’s definitely buckled down for the night. 

You rub Colossus’s arm - the one not wrapped around your shoulders. His hand is tucked between the backs of your knees, securing you into place. “Remember when you finally tracked me down?”

He smiles again, raising an eyebrow at you. “I do. It took you a while to warm up to me.”

“Your definition of ‘a while’ and mine are two different things,” you say, tickling the top of his forearm. His muscles twitch, but he doesn’t pull his hand away or shift his arm. “We were stuck in this bunker for two weeks.”

“You threatened to electrocute me,” he teases, squeezing your calves.

“Only once or twice.” You take his hand in yours and place it on your thigh, tracing the metallic veins dancing across his skin. “I seem to remember being quite friendly after the first week.”

“Indeed,” Colossus chuckles, gently running his fingers along the lines of muscle in your thigh.

“Do you remember the last night we were stuck here?”

His hand moves up to your hip, pulling you close.

“I do, my love.”

“If I recall, we found a way to pass the time until the X-Jet arrived…”

Colossus hums in the affirmative, but doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans down to kiss you. You take his face in your hands, one hand cupping the back of his neck, and pull him in close. Even in his defense form, his skin is oddly pliable, soft like polished metal, gleaming and warm in your hands. His mouth is warm, lips inviting, soft and pliant only for you.

His hands slip between your legs, the tips of his fingers tickling your inner thigh. He pulls back away from you to look at your face, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead.

“I’m assuming no one is using the bunker other than us for the foreseeable future?” you ask, only being mindful because you really, really don’t want to get off of the couch. 

“Just us.”

You don’t answer; instead, you pull him in for another kiss and part your legs for him. 

His hand traces your thigh, sliding up to the junction between your legs. You’d changed into comfortable clothes earlier - a pair of shorts and a soft, worn t-shirt. His fingers search up under the hem of your pants, drawing a delicate line along your skin right next to your underwear. His thumb presses against your front through the thin material of your underwear, pulling a sharp breath from you. He draws slow circles against your clit until the fabric of your underwear is soaked through.

Instead of sliding his fingers in like you’re prepared to beg him to do, he stops and pulls away. You whine, but he shushes you with another kiss. He slides his hands up under you, lifting you up and maneuvering you so that you’re lying on your back against the arm of the couch. He inserts himself between your legs, slides your underwear down, and you promptly stop whining.

His mouth is on you in a second, lips pressing down against your inner thigh. He doesn’t nip at you, but you can feel his teeth dragging lightly across your overly sensitive skin. His tongue slides up the line of your clit, drawing circles and pressing down until you’re clawing at his back.

His hands slide up your shirt, one hand on your stomach to hold you in place so you don’t buck against his mouth, the other hand searching for one of your nipples. He catches one between the pads of his fingers, rolling it until it’s perky and just a little sore.

You smack his back a couple of times. “Stop, Piotr, I’m close.”

He looks up and stops for only half a second. “Then cum.”

“No, I need-”

“What do you need?”

“You.”

He slides his fingers in, first one, then two. “What do you need me to do?”

“Piotr, come on - that’s not nice -”

“What do you need me to do?” Colossus says gently, just barely pumping his fingers.

“Piotr - just please fuck me!”

Colossus chuckles, hardly more than deep rumble in the back of his throat, but you can feel ripple all the way through your body. He extracts his fingers, kissing you inner thigh again. “Language, love.”

“Language-schmanguage, fuck me, Piotr!”

“I believe we were right here the first time you said that to me,” he says, crawling up your body, pressing kisses up your belly. He catches the nipple he hadn’t been playing with earlier between his teeth, dragging his tongue across the prickling flesh.

You reach down between your legs and tug at the waistband of his pants. Thankfully, he wasn’t wearing his uniform - you’d really be cranky if you had to take the time to peel that off of him. “Booty now, reminisce later.” 

He laughs again and kisses you, wiggling out of his pants. His cock, full and hard, sits flush against your thigh. “As you wish. Now, if you would...?”

“Way ahead of you, big guy,” you reply, taking the base of his cock in your hand. 

He braces himself against the back of the couch, arms on either side of your head. You guide him towards your entrance, dragging the tip of his cock up the line of your slit. He shivers, throbbing in your hand, and slowly eases the head of his cock in. You try to relax, but he’s thick and you’re a little over-eager. Nevertheless, you spread your legs as wide as you can and hook them over his hips. It burns as he slides himself in, raw and slick and just a little too close to painful.

Colossus sighs against your throat as he bottoms out, mouthing gentle kisses just below your ear. “Tell me when you’re okay.”

“Ready when you are.”

Colossus slides himself out, driving back in with shallow thrusts. He tries to take it as slow as he can, tries to prolong every thrust as gently as he can. You, on the other hand, are not content with the slow thrusts. Your hips drive up to meet his, pulling low moans and gasps from him with every movement. He calls your name over and over, face pressed into the crook of your neck, until it’s the only thing he can say. You catch little bits of Russian here and there - some words you can understand (you’ve come to learn the fun ones like pussy and fuck) but most you still can’t. 

He grips your hip, drawing you to him as close as he can, until he’s shaking. You don’t bother to let him warn you - you know he’s close because his hips are stuttering and he’s not quite as gentle anymore. You clench down on him, clawing at his back, and beg him to cum. Finally, he slides his hand under your back and lifts you up, cumming with your name on his tongue.

Colossus twists so that you’re laying on his chest, his hands on your back. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “This is good couch.”

You snort. “Well, it’s certainly held up.”

“Especially after the first time you threatened to electrocute me...”

“Hey, hey, I apologized for that!” you reply, smacking his chest. “And then I let you give me head, so we’re square.”