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A/N: Request from anon. Pure smut. Really. Enjoy. ;-)

Words: 2265 Warnings: smut smut smut

Oh, for Heaven’s sake! Frustrated, you closed your laptop shut and placed it on the empty space on your bed next to you. Porn was so obviously an exaggeration with women moaning in ecstasy at the slightest touch near their pussies and men with long and thick dicks that probably wouldn’t even fit into horses.

All you had meant to do was find some inspiration to get yourself off. The image of a strong man above you, pleasuring you by every trick in the book, doing hot things you had seen in some of the videos you had watched.

It was no use. As soon as you closed your eyes, your hand sneakily wandering down your body until you reached your dripping folds to tease yourself, the only man you saw in front of you was the Norse God of Mischief, his raven hair tickling your skin and piercing blue eyes devouring your naked form beneath him.

A sigh escaped your lips. You might as well… your fingers found your slit, gathering some of your wetness to circle your clit lazily. The simple touch made you shiver, your body arching its back in joyful anticipation of what was to come all the while the one you imagined exploring your soaking cunt was him, with long and soft digits taking the time to examine you.

Loki had been dominating your thoughts for weeks, months. It had all started during a risky mission, one that had almost cost you your life if it weren’t for Loki who saved you. Before that, he had been the mysterious, cocky but also restrained little brother of Thor, the bad guy and handsome god of trickery you occasionally imagined fucking. His heart was locked away in a chest, out of reach even for him—but on that day, you got to see a very different side of Loki.

His stunning blue eyes had been sparkling with concern for you, his body shielding yours in the most vulnerable manner. He had carried you back to the helicarrier without so much as any hesitation, ensuring the doctors on board would treat your wounds.

Loki was so much more than he let on; not only pleasing to the eye and skilled with a mischievous nature… but he was a good man. A good man with a warm heart which had been hurt, sliced and cut open one time too much, a heart which he himself was afraid of to lose to darkness and evil.

You loved his dominant aura, picturing the things he could do to you in bed… and yet you longed to see his soft side again, the side he hid so well from the Avengers and SHIELD because to them, he would always remain the war criminal. The villain.

The thought excited you, your hand starting to move faster. Loki would bury his face between your legs, ravishing your cunt like a sweet dessert, his skilled silver tongue working its magic on your sensitive bundle of nerves until you begged him for your release. And only after forcing you into countless orgasms that left you sweating and screaming his name, he would push your legs wide apart for access and sheath his huge and hard cock deep inside you.

The God of Mischief had, of course, not the vaguest notion of your growing feelings for him. For all he knew, the whole compound loathed him for his actions in the past. Sometimes, secretly, you imagined walking up to him determinedly, in front of the entire crew and the Avengers and kiss him senseless to shut them up.

Gods, you were so wet…

“Loki…” You moaned, throwing your head back into your pillow. “Loki…”

They hated him. And of course, how would they possibly not? Thor’s own hostility had driven a dagger into Loki’s tormented and tainted heart and now he remained as what he had been born—the outsider.

For all he knew, his help on various missions as well as the fact he had saved countless human lives ever since his return to Midgard was considered but a means of compensations for his actions in New York. Actions which he had not been entirely responsible for and yet, even his own brother refused to listen to his one attempt to explain himself. He should not be surprised.

This shortly before Halloween night, causing some mischief around the compound was the least he could do. He was a Trickster, always had been. If a good laugh upon seeing the famous Avengers scream and howl in fear posed his only reward for tolerating his new life on Midgard, then so be it.

Tonight, it was your turn—and since sleep would rarely come to him these days, the subconscious fear of the nightmares returning too great—and reading through Stark’s library proved to be ineffective, he might as well have some fun with triggering eye-watering reactions by casting eerie shadows, turning objects into snakes, skulls and body parts and even shapeshifting into repulsive creatures from the horror movies they all liked to watch so much at this time of the year.

Smirking to himself, he approached your room, knowing you never locked it at night. He knew you were terrified of the scary dead girl from “The Ring”. If he was lucky enough, you’d even jump into his arms for protection. He had very much enjoyed taking care of you before. The way you had clung onto him, trusting him with your life during that one fateful mission… quite frankly, you were the only Avenger in the compound he, so he had admitted to himself, had taken quite the liking into.

Loki was as quiet as a mouse when he turned the doorknob and peeked inside your room. The lights were out, your petite form, to his anyway, moving on the bed and breathing heavily in your sleep. He was about to send an illusion of the horror girl into your room when he suddenly heard it.

You were moaning his name.

You were close, so close, so close! Moving your hand furiously now, you applied just enough pressure to trip over the edge. You imagined Loki wrapping his arms around your hips dominantly, his tongue greedily lapping up your juices and his blue eyes locking with yours as you came undone for him. Your walls clenched around emptiness, longing to feel his cock inside of you, your orgasm rippling through you like thousands of waves of electricity.

“Ahhh… Loki!” You screamed, bucking your hips in a desperate attempt to ride out your climax.

Loki swallowed thickly, his trousers tightening with a start. You were not asleep. You were wide awake. You were… masturbating to the thought of him?

He gnashed his teeth, a sudden hunger awakening in his body. Having your small body in his arms, it was one thing… fucking you roughly to satisfy both his and your carnal needs was entirely another. The urge to join you on the bed rose, to force your legs apart, smell your arousal and bury his hardening length deep inside you, giving you what you so obviously craved.

You wanted him. It had been a while since a woman had longed for his touch instead of Thor’s.

Another moan escaped your lips as you withdrew your fingers from your dripping pussy. Covered in your juices, you simply wiped them off on your bedsheets, then turned over and closed your eyes, hoping that the relaxing orgasm would help you fall asleep faster.

Loki smirked to himself. If he held such power over your thoughts and imagination, he might as well hold power over you for real. Now, there was another way to scare you a little.

Without making a sound, he treaded into your room, approaching you hungrily. When was the last time he had shared his bed with a woman, satisfied his most carnal needs?

Before he could change his mind in fear of rejection, he pressed his palm against your mouth to keep you from screaming. You reacted instantly, thrashing around and struggling, attempting to strike your attacker.

Loki shushed you. “It’s me, little mortal.” You calmed down just a bit, attempting to say his name through his hand. “And I must say,” he continued. “That was quite a tempting show you put on for me. You could have just asked, you see… perhaps I would have taken pity and satisfied you. I can be a merciful god, after all.”

Loki’s voice was hoarse, your eyes widening upon hearing those dirty words coming out of his mouth. This was too good to be true. Surely, you were dreaming, even though… even though it felt so real. How could he… had he… was he watching you cumming and screaming his name?!

A moan escaped your lips, your arousal heating up your body faster than a lightning bold.

“Would you like me to take care of your needs?” Loki whispered darkly. “All you need to do is say the word.” He needed your consent, needed to know that this was what you really wanted. He was many things but he was not cruel. He liked to manipulate and trick but he would not force a woman to give him pleasure if she not wished to do so herself.

Unsure of what to expect, he removed his hand from your mouth. You were panting. “Yes… Loki, please do.”

Loki growled. It was all he needed to hear. Impatiently, he climbed on the bed, hovering above you like a predator all the while freeing his hard manhood from his black leather trousers. If only you could see him properly in the dark… for he adored the way your lips parted, tongue flicking out in joyful anticipation of what was to come.

Your legs fell apart willingly when he forced himself between them. What by the Norns had come over him? Devouring a woman without having courted her properly? His mother would have chided him and yet… the lust filling the warm air in the room clouded his mind like the moist autumn fog in the mornings.

“Loki…” You croaked out of breath, overwhelmed by the wonderful sensations he elicited. His skin against yours, his hands exploring your curves, kneading your breasts and playing with your nipples until they hardened under his touch and then, suddenly, he reached down to grab both your wrists and hold them down to both sides of your head, immobilising you.

You whimpered, afraid of losing your mind in this tornado of pleasure threatening to tear you high up and away, even more so when you felt his hard and warm length pressing against your dripping entrance. You moved your hips up, eager for him to sink himself inside you but Loki took his time, making sure he would not hurt you—claiming you agonising inch by agonising inch.

He growled like a wolf once he had finally sheathed himself inside your welcoming heat, your walls moulding around him like your body had been made for him. You threw your head back, exposing yourself to him devotedly, and when he withdrew and thrust back into you, you moaned his name so loudly you feared the others would hear you.

“Does that feel good, my sweet little mortal? Is this not better than your own hands bringing pleasure upon that tight quim of yours?” He muttered into your ear, his cool breath sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine as you climbed the ladder of orgasm higher and higher.

Loki fucked you both gently and roughly at the same time, his cock filling you so perfectly hitting all the right spots.

Unable to respond, you simply nodded, your hips bucking to meet his eager thrusts until you were ready to burst into a million pieces.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” you suddenly heard him order out of breath. You swallowed thickly.

“L-Loki… please…”

His chuckle was dark but soon replaced by his own animalistic grunts as he neared his climax. Loki picked up his pace, rutting into you wildly and relentlessly. His lips came crashing down on yours, abusing your mouth for a passionate kiss which left you breathless. Oh, oh, you were going to…

“Loki, please!” You shrieked.

“Cum! Cum around my cock, now!” The God of Mischief choked out, stilling as he came and spurted ropes of his seed deep inside you, marking you all the while you obeyed him helplessly, your own high washing over you like a tidal wave. You clenching around him rhythmically, milking his cock for all it was worth.

Loki rocked into you a few more times, helping you ride out both your orgasms until he collapsed on top of you completely spent, only now letting go of your wrists. For a brief moment, neither of you moved but enjoyed each other’s bodies, still joined, and listened to each other’s rapid heartbeats and breathing.

Eventually, he withdrew, leaving you feeling empty at the loss of his now slowly softening length. He sighed. This… this had been amazing. Too amazing to be true. Perhaps it would be for the best if you believed it had been but a wet dream, his irrational fear of rejection returning with a start and hitting him in the chest like Thor’s hammer.

Loki pressed a tender kiss on your forehead, making you smile as your eyes closed before he reluctantly pulled up his trousers and left the room so he would not forget himself and pull you in his arms, bathing in the affection you had just showered him with.

A/N: No worries. Read Part II here.

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