The night was quiet. Still. The air outside was cold, frigid, biting at any exposed skin it could. The moon hung high in the sky, the only object that shone in the dark, inky black of space. The light pollution here seemed to swallow every star and planet whole.
That was fine. The orange-yellow lights hung above your head and the occasional twin beams of headlights was enough to guide your path.
You slunk through the parking garage of a hotel with your hands stuffed in your pockets. To anyone else, you were a normal woman, heading to your room. But you, and your target, knew better.
The plan had been made long before you got the mission. A bit of roleplay. Good guy versus bad guy. Who could deny that, really?The idea had been dabbled with before, even tried out a little bit, but the opportunity never could become fully fleshed. Almost every time, it got interrupted. But that’s what you get when you live in a Mansion with two dozen other people. Someone’s already rooting around and getting into trouble.
But tonight was a night away. A night of privacy. The perfect opportunity to strike.
Grinning in eager excitement, you enter the building. The shadows of the dimly lit hotel provide the right amount of cover to get into character. The script was loose, one that both you and your target could improvise around. And that was the real fun of it.
Okay, maybe you had a bit of fun crafting the background and scenario and even your ‘character’. It was like when you would play RPGs, half the fun was spending hours in the character creator.
The hotel, at least, was a good backdrop for all this. You knew Piotr- Colossus, you had to remind yourself that he was just Colossus at this moment- was out. There was limited time to sneak into the room.
Your goal, to end up on top, was to snatch up a designated object (a burner phone that had no real value). If Colossus stopped you before you could accomplish that task, then he’d be on top. That rule could be broken, depending on the mood of the night, but you had a good feeling that you’d be able to pull off your part easily.
Grinning wickedly, you took the elevator up to just one floor above the room. You knew Colossus was trying to track you, and you wanted to throw him off just a bit. Taking the elevator up too many floors and then taking a flight or two down to the correct spot would give you maybe an additional minute or two of time.
That was all you needed. A minute, maybe two.
The door to the stairwell creaked loudly, making you wince. That was a dead giveaway, but hopefully he was too far behind to hear. Taking the card you swiped from Colossus earlier in the evening, you open the hotel room door. It creaks too. Not as loud as the stairwell door, but it still makes a sound.
This hotel really needed to invest in some WD40. Like, yesterday.
The hotel room is cool. Almost as cool as it is outside. The dim lighting forces you to squint your eyes. Nothing out of the ordinary. It’s still set up for the guest’s arrival.
Slowly, you take step after step. Careful, quiet, not making a single sound as you wander towards the middle of the room. You begin your search. It’s funny, how this roleplay is going to play out. A scavenger hunt to keep the night from being boring, leading into sex. It was like an escape room with an added bonus no matter how it turned out.
Hands and eyes scan the area everywhere. A brief combing over the room. Then, you dig. Pillows and blankets get pulled up, drawers are opened. You’ve got a precious few minutes. Minutes you thought you wouldn’t need, but your boyfriend turned temporary enemy actually hid the damn thing well-
Your fingers graze it as you check under the dresser. There it was! Success! You're on your feet and pumping your fists in the air with a mild cheer of delight in seconds.
You’re interrupted by the sight of the large, silver man ducking into the doorway.
“Shit,” you breathe out, pillow clutched in hand.
“There you are,” he says with a small smile. “I have been looking for you, little thing. Come quietly, yes?”
Pursing your lips to the side, you shake your head at him. No, you wouldn’t go down without a fight. Or, well, you wouldn’t allow him to just take charge and be dominant without a fight. You had to have some kind of fun, afterall.
Colossus does that stance- like someone cornering a frightened kitten, ready to pounce on it to grab his. Slightly crouched, hands raised but relaxed, eyes focused.
He was getting ready to make a move.
Just as he dove for you, you slid under his legs. He always left that gap open, no matter how many times you or anyone else warned him. It was easy to just rabbit ditch it and get out of the way. But your leg caught on the edge of the bed, making you stumble. That gave Colossus just enough time to swing around and grab you-
His hand captured your arm. But you were just a bit too fast. Before his fingers could clamp down, you slipped away. A frustrated noise leaves the giant if a man and he strikes out again just as you turn to scramble.
This time, he's successful. With a gasp, you're lifted right off your feet.
He held you up, his massive arms wrapped tight around your torso. Just enough to keep you from thrashing too much.
“You will tell me who you are working for,” he whispered in your ear; the warmth of his breath heated your already hot skin up.
That sent a shiver down your spine. Goosebumps prickled along your skin and you had to swallow down the urge to laugh in giddy excitement. Instead, you looked over your shoulder at him, sending him a cold glare (or the best you could do).
“How dare you!?” you growled as you squirmed against him. “Let me go! I’ll never talk, you big brute!”
“You will!” He grumbled back.
His arms loosened slightly. You took that as a sign that he was more than happy to let you lead the dance. To be the one giving and taking whatever you wanted.
Biting your lip, you burst out of his arms and landed on the ground. With a twist of your heel, you were on him, pushing him against the bed. He blinked owlishly at you, stunned even out of character for a moment.
There was no time to recover as you crawled on top of him and captured his wrists- his wrists that you couldn’t even fit your hands around. The cuffs in your belt loop came in handy to restrain him to the bed. He hardly even pretended to protest. Maybe still surprised you were being so bold tonight, or maybe he just really liked you being so aggressive.
The moment he was cuffed, he was helpless.
Well, that wasn’t true. He could easily break out. But he liked the feeling of being vulnerable, so he didn’t dare fight you on it. Not really. He struggled playfully, raising himself up off the bed in an arch, but you sat on his chest to keep him from bucking too much.
“Forget about the intel,” you purred as you leaned over him; the phone lay discarded, forgotten about (it always would have been, no matter the circumstances). “I think I’d much rather… interrogate you, big fella.”
Colossus, to his credit, played along. Gritting his teeth, he shot you a weak glare. His hands tugged at the cuffs as if to test their strength.
“You will get nothing out of me,” he grunted.
“Oh, don't worry,” You hummed as your hands smoothed up his chest. One hand continued to gently take his chin to direct him to look into your eyes. “I have ways of making you talk…”
He gulped. Actually gulped, the sound seemingly to echo around the room.
“And don't even try to call for help,” you whispered against his ear.
Your hands were rough on him. He could handle it, his skin of steel allowing you to glide your nails down and not hurt him. A part of him admired that about you, that you weren’t afraid to test the boundaries, to see the limits the two of you had together.
Your head bowed to kiss at his neck. Tongue and teeth and lips pressed hotly against his body, making him twitch and tense.
“Odd tactics you have, little thing,” he mumbled, his hands clenching.
“I don't see you fighting against it, big guy,” you laughed.
At that, he cleared his throat. No doubt a blush was burning under the silver of his skin. There was no doubt he was already getting hard- he was a bit sensitive. And you took full advantage of that fact.
Grinning madly, you slid down his body until you were on the floor, kneeling between his legs. A sharp inhale hissed between his teeth as you grabbed his pants. The pull down was teasingly slow and Colossus had lifted his head to watch the action. His eyes were focused, fixed, on your hands.
And with his pants gone, you could get to work ‘trying to get information out of him’. Hands smoothed up the muscle of his thick thighs.
You spent a few long, torturous moments just touching his thighs and hips. the muscles in his pelvis twitched as your fingernails ghosted over his skin. It always amazed you that, even armored up like this, he could feel the gestures of intimacy.
His cock began to rise. It jumped to life, lifting and swelling, and you grinned in triumph.
“Mighty eager, aren't we?” You teased, to which Colossus groaned. “Oh, I think I'll have you singing like a songbird… Forget the stupid intel, you're mine. To torture.”
One fingertip traced up his erect member. That made him huff as his head laid back down hard on the pillow. It was almost comical, how fast he gave it.
Fingers wrap gently around him and begin to teasingly, torturously pump him. His hips strain and bucking upwards, but with your free hand, you push his body back down on the bed. He grunts at that, giving you a mild look of disdain that he couldn't seek out your touch.
“Not so fast,” You warned him darkly. “Stay down, big guy. Don't make me do something I'll regret.”
He remained silent. But his eyes were on your hand wrapped around him.
“You gonna behave?” You whispered, and he nodded slowly. “Good boy. They taught you well at the academy then, huh? Taught you how to be a good boy? How to listen?”
His brows furrowed slightly. His lips parted before he looked away, embarrassed.
That expression was too damn cute. You'd reward him for behaving himself. Or maybe you'd frame your teasing as the reward. That would be better. More of a benefit for the both of you-
Well, moreso yourself. You were perhaps a bit selfish when it came to getting off. But Colossus never cared. He was the type to want to please, to serve, to show his devotion. That was something that would never and could never change.
Even when pretending to be your enemy.
Laughing lightly, you lazily stroked his cock. It strained in your hands, like it was seeking your heat. He throbbed and ached, a groan of frustration leaving him. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. Not for him. He needed to be buried in you, to feel you all around him.
“Beg for it,” you growled at him. “Beg for me to let you fuck me.”
Colossus swallowed again. But he resisted, just for a moment. Even though he wanted so badly to give in, he wanted to play his role a little bit longer.
Mock frustration seeped in through your bones. Your hand squeezed his cock tightly, earning a mewl of pleasure from him. That sound, so familiar yet so erotica, always makes you want him.
“You either beg for it, or I leave you like this for the cleaning crew to find in the morning,” you warn him, your voice sickly sweet.
There's an air of reluctance you know he's trying so hard to maintain. The act is so hard to keep up since he's hard and slick with precum, but he just can't help himself.
“Please…” he whispered tightly.
You place a kiss to the head of his cock before languidly licking up some of the dripping precum. “Louder.”
Clearing his throat, Colossus tries again. “Please.”
Still not good enough for you. Your lips wrap around his shaft, kissing towards. “Aw, come on… you can do better than that.”
“Please,” he manages through gritted teeth. “Please, let me… fuck you.”
It's vulgar for him. Downright sinful. And it's a delicious little victory. Not quite as loud as you wanted it, but you'll give him some reprieve.
“That's a bit better.”
Standing up, you shed your clothes. You don't even stop to give him a show, you're too eager. You've been ready for the last two hours for him and you certainly aren't going to let yourself go another minute wanting so badly.
But even as you straddle him, the only relief you give him is to grind your soaked cunt up and down the length of his cock. He shudders and trembles, clenching his fist as he watches you roll your hips so expertly. The heat seems to burn in the most delicious way.
“You are still teasing,” he grumbles sourly.
“Hush, big guy,” You tell him.
And to keep him quiet, your hand finds his mouth. Two fingers slip past his lips. He doesn't even put up a fight before he's sucking on your digits, his eyes closing and brows furrowing in concentration. The pads of your fingers smooth over tongue and teeth, almost gag him, all the while you grind against him.
“You heros are so easy to bring to your knees,” you snicker. “Or, well… your back. Makes me think all you good doers need is a good fucking to put you in your place.”
Colossus grunts at that. He challenges you ever so slightly by putting a small amount of pressure on your fingers with his teeth.
The action is enough to make you laugh. You know he won't hurt you. He couldn't, even if he had to. But it's a nice gesture, a little cherry on top of this whole private show.
“Now, stay still, will ya?” you scold him playfully.
Lifting up, you allow his cock to rise. In one swift motion, with the well practiced grace of a woman who has done this a hundred times before, you sink down onto him. Your body eagerly and greedily accepts him. And every time, you feel the ache of being stretched to your limits in the best way possible.
Your eyes flutter shut for a moment before you begin to rock. Colossus moans pathetically under you; the muscles in his thighs clench and twitch. He's holding himself back, like you asked.
It's cute.
You don't even hesitate to go at it like an animal in heat. The hand in his mouth slips away to splay over his chest and steady yourself. Immediately, the air fills with wet slaps and noises of pleasure. You ride him like he's a damn bull.
Your name and simple, quiet praises spill from Colossus’ trembling lips.
He can't help himself. His hips meet yours, his hands clenched and straining against the cuffs. Each thrust has you seeing stars, which only makes you grin in utter delight.
“Mm- that's it,” You choke out between gasps and moans. “Give in, big guy. Show me who you belong to, who makes you feel so good.”
Leaning back, you rest your hands on his thighs. You keep your hips lifted so he can slam into you. His pace is, for once, surprisingly rough. The length of his cock hits every spot in your cunt; the walls flutter and clench around him.
The snap of metal makes your eyes open.
“Hey!” You begin to protest, your hips stilling. “That's against the rules-”
Arms wrap tight around your torso and he brings you down to his chest. At this angle, it's almost brutal, turning your brain to mush.
Thrust, thrust, thrust- it was like he was just drilling into you for pleasure.
“Fuck!” you hiss out with a breathless laugh. “Oh, fuck… oh, god damn-”
With a squeal of his name, that familiar burn in your belly erupts into a great forest fire and swallows you whole. It's blinding, so much so that you almost don't feel Colossus emptying himself inside you. You only recognize it when it's dripping onto the bed and soaking the sheets.
Minutes pass by before you can gather yourself. Breathing slowly returns to normal, and not just hit and ragged in your throat and your mind clears.
“Next time,” You gasp, “You're gonna be the villain.”
Colossus smiles sheepishly and pets up and down your hips. “Would you like a bath? The tub is large enough to fit both of us.”
“Mm… that sounds lovely,” You purr, melting against him again. “Let's order room service and get a bottle of wine too.”