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awesomerextyphoon · 5 months

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Realm Discoveries While Hangry

Summary: Ife's not herself while hangry, especially on a mission. Luckily, this one worked out for the best.

Pairing: Slight Steve Rogers x Black!Alien Warrior Princess OFC Ifekerenma aka Ife

Characters: Natasha, Steve, Ifekerenma, Nick Fury, OFCs, mentions of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner

Rating: 18 + / Mature

Word Count: 1.9K

Warnings: Dark Comedy Bordering on Absurdity, Ife being a Badass Glutton, Some Violence, Some Fluff

A/N: This is the start of something a little different. I want to make some short stories that will tie back into the main series whenever I'm between chapters. I'm still working on the main series and the next chapter will be published before the end of 2023. Thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers!

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What was with these supposed 'geniuses' always wanting to rule the world?

The amount of hubris one needed to go through with it never ceased to amaze Natasha. This week's version wanted revenge on the science community for calling him 'stupid' and 'crazy' over his theories on creating titan fauna and megaflora.

Someone, please shoot me.

If Nat had a dollar each time she heard some version of the 'Why I must hold the world hostage' speech, she'd be able to bribe Tony to let her control the music for mission trips.

Steve wished they would drop the speeches already. He just hoped Ife was almost done with the power cells so they could drop the charade and go home.

"Now! Watch as I claim what's rightfully mine!" the mad scientist finally finished his speech by pressing the detonation button, but nothing happened.

" What's happening? Why isn't working?!"He pressed the button another three times to no effect, "Why aren't the missiles firing?!"

The mad scientist was about to radio his henchmen outside of the main chamber when he heard bullets pouring like rain outside the hangar followed by frantic shouts from his men.

"SOMEONE STOP HER!!"

"NOTHING'S WORKING!!"

"GET THE TANKS!!"

"FIRE AT WILL!!"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS SHE?!!"

"SHE'S AN ABOMINATION!!"

"What on Earth is going on out there?" He wondered as he carefully made his way to the entrance, only for a downright beastly roar frightening nearly everyone into silence.

"What the" A soft knock at the hangar doors broke his concentration.

Ife was pissed.

She FINALLY had some decent food after not getting a chance to refuel after expending her energy reserves from her last mission, but it was barely a morsel. It took no time to devour all of the titan fauna the henchmen unleashed on her, unaware those were inferior albeit still tasty versions of food from her homeworld. She even found some yummy megaflora.

It was a bummer Ife was famished. She would've prepared them better to bring out their flavors.

Another tank shell bounced off of her.

When will these fools learn that this is pointless? Conventional Earth weapons are nothing to her. Well, at least the energy from their artillery aided with digestion. Also, the power cells were tasty; they had a refreshing tropical fruity taste with notes of mint.

Now the scientist refused to open up, even after she knocked, "Guess I'll have to let myself in."

The scientist tried his best to steel himself, only for the two-meter thick air hangar doors and part of the solid stone walls to rip off like cheap wrapping paper.

His eyes almost bugged out of their sockets at the intruder — a tall woman — casually lifting both doors in one hand and a 250-ton tank in the other. The woman turned to two tied-up Avengers, smiled, and threw both items 1500 meters away with a flick of her wrists.

"Hi, Captain, Black Widow. How's it going?"

"Can't complain," Steve answered.

"Why haven't you escaped yet? It would've taken you two seconds to get out," Ife queried rubbing her growling tummy. Her telltale sign of hunger.

"We were waiting for you," Nat retorted while raising an eyebrow.

This will be fun.

"What happened to your comms link?"

"Well…I was preoccupied."

"With what?"

The woman's eyes brightened, "I found some yummy food not unlike Avlenia, but they barely did anything for me. I ate everything the goons unleashed and then some, but I'm still hungry! Which sucks cuz I wasn't able to properly prepare them-"

That can't be right.

That chamber housed hundreds of exotic beasts and flora with a combined weight of 312.5 THOUSAND TONS!! There was no way a single person could eat one of those behemoths, let alone all of them.

"MONSTER!!"

"Huh?" Ife finally noticed the scientist and his remaining goons.

"Do you have any more? I'm STARVING!"

"No one should eat one of those beasts, let alone all of them!"

Ife raised an annoyed eyebrow. "Maybe not possible for humans, but, "she strolled towards the scientist and started unzipping her combat suit, "that was only a snack for me, and it left me hungry for more."

The scientist cried out in horror when a belly 3x the size of an exercise ball surged forth.

How is she moving?! His eyes darted over to her comrades but found them lightly chuckling with the spy sporting a smirk.

"So, do you have any more food? Don't leave me in suspense."

The monster rolled her eyes at the rude man's silence, "So you still don't believe me. Okay. Let's see. One of the beasts was this large six-legged alligator…"

She started listing the various beasts and megaflora that were now digesting in her rapidly shrinking belly.

Galala Gator: 90 tons each, Ox Chicken: 15 tons each, Giant Turkey: 75 tons each, Volcano Weathercock: 10 tons each, Five-Tailed Giant Eagle: 45 tons each, Demon Devil Serpent:100 tons each, Elephantsaurus: 125 tons each, and so on.

Every 'food item' this monster blithely listed horrified everyone besides her teammates who were trying not to laugh. Each of these specimens took elite teams to capture; several men died in the process.

Yet this Eldritch Being glutted all of their hard-won gains as a 'pitiful snack'!

"How? How is this possible?" The devastated scientist barely choked out a whisper as her enormous belly was nearly flat.

Unfortunately, the monster's sharp ears heard the whisper, "All of those delicious beasts, flora, and the energy from the power cells barely made a dent! Tell me where you got this bounty! I'm Starving!"

As if to make her point, the monster turned her head towards the hole she made and let out a near-deafening roar of a belch demolishing what was left of the wall and pushing back all of the remaining men and tanks outside.

What is this monstrosity?!

"Shit!" Not only did the wimp not answer Ife's question, but now he's slumped on the floor.

"He's out cold, Ife."

"I can see that, Nat. All I wanted was some more food!"

"Some?"

"Fine. But you know he didn't make them from scratch. He had to have gotten from somewhere."

Some of the stronger-nerved goons were able to recover from Ife's Roar, "Damn, that woman's scary!"

"Nah, man. She's a monster in human skin."

"Which is a shame, too. She's fucking hot!"

"I know, right?! Wouldn't mind going a few rounds with her."

Steve scowled as he marched up to six of the trash-talking goons inside one of the still intact tanks, ripped off the tank's hatch, and yanked four of them by their collars."I'm only gonna say this once. Never, and I mean never, say that crap about my team. Especially the 'abomination', got it?" his voice never rising above a calm, measured tone.

"Yes!"

Steve felt he needed to drive this home, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Good."

Nat rolled her eyes at Ife's bashful body posture at Steve defending her. They weren't fooling anyone.

Ife was able to pick up the scent of more delectable beasts and flew off to satisfy her voracious appetite. The scent came from a fortified bunker not far from the main base. She ripped off the building by the foundation in her haste to fill her hunger void.

It led her to a heavily fortified manmade cavern with a huge portal at the opposite end of the entrance and containment units housing even more of the delectable beasts lining the sides.

She licked her lips in excitement but stopped when she got a good look at the animals. That craven of a scientist is lucky she's too hungry to revisit him.

"I should probably tell Nat and Steve."

Nat peered into the last unlocked containment unit. She found a giant garden snake-like creature that seemed to take a liking to her. Its scales were the color of twilight at its height. She wondered if-

"You should name her."

Nat nearly swiveled her head, "What?"

"She likes you. You should name her."

"How can you tell?"

"I just know," Ife shrugged.

"Hmm. How about сумерки (Sumerki: twilight)?"

The snake affectionately rubbed her head against the reinforced glass containment wall.

"See? She loves it!"

Sumerki was the last beast on this side of the portal and was about to pass through but turned and playfully poked Ife's midsection.

"You want me to come with you?" The snake nodded.

Ife turned back to Steve and Nat, "Umm, can I-" her stomach roared asking the question for her.

"It's alright, Ife. You can go, but don't be long." Steve rubbed his hand behind his head. Neither of them wanted to deal with a hangry Ife.

Ife flew into his warm embrace, "Thank you so much!" She kissed both his cheeks, "I promise to document everything I see!"

When will those lovable dorks admit they love each other?

It wasn't long before Ife and Sumerki came back smiling and sporting enormous food bellies. Ife sped off before she could say anything. The next thing they heard was a five-minute sonic roar of a belch causing mini-tremors and cracks forming on the ground.

Sounds of her epic belch were heard 15km away.

They were glad that the scientist was stationed in the middle of nowhere.

Ife flew back into Steve's arms, "Thanks again!" Ife smiled as Steve returned the hug.

Both Natasha and Sumerki shook their heads wearing the same expression.

Ife pulled out her tablet and personal interface, "Okay, so my hunch was right and this place is incredibly vast. I was only able to explore .25% of the place."

Even Natasha was taken aback by the amount of information Ife had, "Just how big is this place?"

"So this new 'realm' is called Guloxity?"

Fury turned the last page of Ife's extensive report. He had a laugh at her devouring over 300K tons of food and was still famished.

The whole team had a laugh riot. Tony even joked about how much he'd save on grocery bills—even though she provides most of her food. It's the least he could do since he blackmailed her into joining the team.

Thanks to her, SHIELD has access to a new realm. Plus the snake she and Natasha befriended has been a delight. However, he did wonder how Ife and her friends were able to create a habitat and a size modulator so quickly.

"Do you find the terms agreeable?" Aliza looked back at Fury's desk. The deal stipulates that any findings and all findings SHIELD makes involving the new realm must be free and open to the public. This means that all patents and research can not be owned by any single nation or corporation including Stark Industries.

Banner had consoled Stark when he read out the terms.

No matter. Fury had his best people on this new venture. Even managed to rope in Banner and Dr. Cho. Ife was able to recreate the unique energy signature from the mad scientist's power cells as a source of renewable energy.

In the end, he was glad it worked out.

Now what's this about Ife showcasing new dishes based on what she found in Guloxity?

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amandaoftherosemire · 6 years

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Lightning Strikes Part Four

Fandom: Marvel Avengers AU

Pairing: Thor Odinson X Fem!Reader

Characters: Thor Odinson

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4,797

Format: Series (Complete)

Warning: SMUT, NSFW, 18+ only please, language, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex.

Summary: You invite Thor into your quarters alone.

A/N: The first couple parts of this was written a while ago for @buckysforeverprincess 500 Follower Writing Prompt Challenge. Not consistent with Marvel canon. I have willfully and deliberately ignored the events of Infinity War. The Statesman made it to Earth after a largely uneventful journey and everyone is FINE. The only thing I’ve taken from Infinity War is Stormbreaker because it’s cool as shit.

I have a confession to make. I hate writing smut. I only make myself because I’m trying to get better at it. Every word of this was like pulling hen’s teeth. I probably rewrote it eight times and I’m still not crazy about it. I’m sorry.

Part Three: Pas de Deux here

Idolatry

As you had now lost count of what mistake you were on today, you were less surprised this time when you heard yourself say, "No."

That feral look intensified and he gave you a smile so rich with heat and hunger your knees trembled. "I'm going to kiss you again," he said as he eased forward, stalking toward you like a great big predator.

Your heart was galloping with the pure thrill of it and you gave a breathless little chuckle. You were already so far in over your head you didn't know if you could make it to the surface. You mentally shrugged. If you were going to keep making mistakes, they might as well be ones you enjoyed. "Okay," you replied agreeably.

Thor tossed his head back and laughed as he closed the space between you. The laugh was still rumbling out of him as he swept you against his chest and closed his mouth over yours. The humor added something to the kiss that had your heart fluttering again. You determinedly put it out of your mind as you pressed closer and kissed him back.

You weren't going to tell him to stop. The pragmatic part of your brain that cared only about what created the most good and did the least harm had decided that having sex with Thor would harm no one and be just super fun for the both of you. You twined your arms around his neck and rubbed against him like an overly affectionate cat. Thor tore his mouth from yours to bury his face in the crook of your neck. "Are you going to let me have you, my sweet?" His voice was low and rough, and it shivered over your skin, setting it aflame.

You opened your mouth to answer when Thor's teeth closed over the cords of your throat. The sensation shot straight to your center and your voice came out as a moan. "Oh, I shouldn't."

"Why not?" Thor was nudging your suit jacket open with his nose, laving your collarbones with his tongue and scouring your skin with his beard. The sensation had thrills of hunger running all through you. You tilted your head back to give him better access.

Your hands were busy sliding underneath the hem of his shirt to find his flesh. Your palms tingled slightly as you ran them over the firm muscles of his back. “Because we just met.” His skin was unbelievably soft, but you could feel the ridges and divots of the scars that come from a lifetime of battle. Instinctively, your hands gentled as you tenderly traced each with your fingertips, like you wanted to ease the pain they had caused. You weren't thinking, too busy arching against Thor's mouth, but that tender touch had him quivering.

Thor rolled his eyes at your words even as his heart stumbled. The feel of your hands on his skin had him desperate for more of yours, needing to see and touch more of you. His hands slid under the lapels of your jacket to nudge it over your shoulders and down your arms. “I will never understand your people’s attitude towards pleasure,” he worshiped the skin he had bared with his hands and a burning stare as he took in the sight of your shoulders and the curves of your breasts rising over the top of your corset, “as though it was something shameful. Yet you're obsessed with it.”

“Fuckin’ Puritans, right?” you replied as Thor wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up to walk forward into the living area. You wrapped your arms around his neck and combed your hands through his surprisingly sexy short hair. When he reached your couch, he tumbled the two of you onto it so that you ended up half in his lap, pressed against the arm with his face buried in your cleavage and his hand sliding up the outside of your thigh.

"If we both want it and are free to do so," you moaned a little at the feel of Thor's blazing breath against your skin as he spoke, and you felt his smile against the curves of your breasts, "why shouldn’t we enjoy each other?"

Determined to regain a little control, you used your hands in his hair to pull his head back. With a smirk you took his lower lip in between your teeth before sucking gently on it. "Preaching to the converted," you rasped against his mouth before pressing your lips to his. He kissed you back with a grumbling hum of passion, one arm around your back to hold you close.

You broke the kiss when Thor's other hand moved from where it was gripping the outside of your thigh to slip between your knees. You buried your face in his neck as he murmured, "I would love to enjoy you, Y/N." Thor's voice was dark and hoarse with desire and you wanted to lap him up like cream.

"Take me to church." Your hands were gripping at his shoulders and testing the muscles there as you fastened your mouth onto his neck and nipped and sucked at the smooth column of his throat. You found the salt of his skin nearly as addictive as the taste of his mouth.

Thor's hand paused as it slid under your skirt and up the inside of your thigh. "What?" he asked, confused.

You shifted, kicking off your heels and parting your legs a little, tilting your head back to give him a cheeky grin. "Well, you're a fertility god, right?"

Thor's face spread in an absolutely wicked smile and his hand resumed its journey upward. "I've heard that," he chuckled. As his hand reached the apex of your thighs and the tips of his fingers brushed against the wet lace of your underwear, the muscles in your neck went lax at the feeling and your head fell backward.

Thor's eyes raked you up and down. He wondered if you had any idea how absolutely delicious you looked, stretched across his lap in abandon like this. Your head had fallen back like a flower too heavy for its stem, exposing the lovely line of your throat. Your back was arched over his arm, your breasts spilling out of the top of the corset. The knots of lust in his gut drew tighter watching you writhe against him in response to his hand sliding further under your skirt as he sought the mysteries hidden there. "May I take you to bed, sweet?" he asked almost desperately, "I need room for what I’d like to do with you."

At that moment, one long callused finger slid underneath the edge of your underwear and gently through your folds. You shuddered and gasped. Breathless, you laughed. "Private Me, reporting for sploosh."

Thor paused again. "I… do not know what that means."

You yet again lifted your head to grin at him. "It means: yes, you may." You gestured vaguely behind you. "It's that-a way."

Without hesitation, Thor removed his hand from between your legs and slid his arm under your knees. As he stood to carry you to your bedroom, you twined your arms around his neck. His arms were firm, but he held you like you were something delicate, not only fragile, but feather light. He took advantage of the proximity of your lips to once more close his mouth over yours. As he walked through your bedroom door he pulled back and gave you a sweet smile that had your heart fluttering wildly. "You’ll have to let me know if I do anything you dislike so I can stop immediately," he murmured.

Your own smile was sly and sultry as you tightened your arms around him. "I'm not gonna be asking you to stop."

Thor's grin widened as he bent to place you in the center of your bed. "You’ll also have to let me know if I do anything you particularly like," as he spoke he placed a knee on the bed, crawling toward you, "so I can do it again." You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched him come towards you on all fours, "and again." He pressed his body to yours and slid against you until you tilted your head back and arched into him with a moan. "Until you scream."

As you trembled and quaked at the feel of his big, gorgeous body enfolding you, he crushed you into the mattress. You could feel the ripple of muscle against you from breast to pubic bone, his hips rucking up your skirt and pressing your thighs open.

You were done. You had no willpower left, no defense against him. Thor overwhelmed you with his body, his scent, his taste and you gave in entirely. For his part, Thor had little to no control left and was tugging at your clothing with unrestrained greed, his mouth on yours as his hands raced over you. Impatient to feel your skin against his, he knelt between your thighs to tug at the fastenings at the front of your corset. As he drew away you were dragging his shirt over his head, as desperate for his flesh as he for yours.

Thor was fumbling, though to his relief you hadn't seemed to have noticed. You were twining one lovely leg around his waist and making tempting sounds in your throat as your hands ran over him like your skin craved the touch of his. In all his centuries, he’d never had a woman devour him with her eyes and touch the way you did. Your gaze seemed to burn as you watched your hands glide over his stomach, testing the fascinating play of muscle under his luscious skin.

Thor stared down at his quaking hands with a kind of amused wonder. It had been a very long time since he had last trembled for a woman and he wasn’t even inside you yet. He had unhooked half of the fastenings when he met your gaze.

You were propped up on your elbows and watching him with glittering eyes. The naked hunger on your face had a tremor working through him as he yanked at the last hook. Thor was shocked to find himself as eager and impatient as a randy green youth, though he was delighted to find you as starved as he. That said, he was a little disturbed at how quickly you had him near the edge of his control.

Finally, his trembling fingers had the all the pegs out of their hooks. He smoothed his big warm hands under the edges and over the soft skin of your breasts as he slid the corset off. The feel of his callused palms rasping across your nipples had you moaning and arching into his touch. Unable to resist, Thor leaned down and took your mouth again, sliding his tongue between your lips with a growl.

One hand left your breast and continued down to the zipper holding your skirt closed at your hip. Your breath caught in your throat as he pulled away to take in the sight of you while he slowly pulled the zipper down. His other hand plumped and kneaded your breasts as he watched the pleasure of it move over your face. The look on his face, his eye blazing with intensity and his mouth set in serious lines of concentration, made you feel shy and vulnerable as he pulled all the way back to draw your skirt down your legs and toss it to the floor.

With both your corset and skirt gone, you lay in the middle of your bed wearing nothing but purple lace boy shorts and nude thigh-high stockings while Thor greedily drank in the sight of you. As he was only missing his shirt, you couldn't help but feel exposed. You averted your gaze and crossed your arm over your breasts, unable to stop the instinctive need to shield yourself against his smoldering gaze.

"Don't," he said softly, and your eyes shot back to his. He was watching your face carefully, his gaze boring into yours. His hand closed around your wrist and gently pulled it away from your body. As he was using the lightest of pressure, and his face was taut with need, you didn't resist. It was impossible to feel self-conscious when he looked at you like that, like you were something magnificent.

He released your wrist to slide his palm up the outside of your arm, sending more frissons of ecstasy over your skin. He took a shuddering breath, and the sheer lust in the sound blew through you like light, setting everything aflame. "Look at you," his voice was husky, and so warm with appreciation, affection, “You’re exquisite." Heat raced over your skin in response to the desire in his face, his voice, his touch even as warmth seemed to settle under your skin, making you feel soft and pliant.

Thor watched as something sweet and a little vulnerable moved over your face and felt an answering tenderness well up in him. He leaned forward to slide between your thighs again, rubbing his chest against yours as he went. He moved slowly, to draw out the gratification he felt at the sensation of your skin against his.

If he hadn’t been heading for your mouth, he’d have stretched it out even longer, but he already missed your taste even in the short time he'd been without. With a groan that rumbled like thunder in his chest and settled into your bones, he pressed his mouth to yours.

You'd decided to enjoy yourself to the hilt and so had let your mind go blank and blurry. You were climbing Thor like a tree, your legs tightly laced around his waist, your hands in his hair as you kissed him back, not only eager, but urgent.

Thor, on the other hand, seemed to have lost a great deal of urgency once he had you mostly naked. Instead, he was languidly exploring your body with his hands while he kissed you with the connoisseur’s attention to detail. It was both glorious and maddening.

What could have been minutes or days later, so lost were you in what he was doing, he lifted his head and smiled into your dazed and dreamy eyes. “I was right,” he murmured, and you didn’t even try to hold back the whimper at the raw lust in his voice. His grin flashed. “You really are the sweetest thing.”

“Thor, if you want me to beg all you have to do is say so.” You were pretty sure you’d never sounded that throaty before in your life. You wanted to be ashamed of the sound, not to mention the words, but the way Thor’s face tightened in response had you hoping you could goad him into hurrying the fuck up already.

Thor dipped his head to kiss and nip at your throat as his hands coaxed your stockings down your legs. “I can’t help it. You deserve to be savored.” His hands did not seem to be listening to his words, sliding, as they were, down your thighs with a whisper light touch only to skim quickly back up to close tightly around your hips. You seemed to finally be able to infect him with some of your urgency.

“If you get on with it,” you punctuated your words by loosening your legs so that you could slip your hands between the two of you and into Thor's waistband. You yanked impatiently at the buttons on his jeans until your palms were sliding along his erection with barely restrained greed. Thor dropped his head to your shoulder and practically purred. “I’ll pinky swear to give you another opportunity.”

Until you got your hands on him, Thor had been unhurried bordering on lethargic, to your aggravation. Perhaps if your life span could be measured in millennia you, too, would make love like you had nothing but time. As this was not the case, you grew impatient to the point of frustration. With a muffled oath against Thor’s laughing mouth, you wriggled out of the few clothes you still barely wore while also trying to help Thor out of his.

“I’ve been imagining this since the night we met.” Thor stood to finish undressing as he spoke, and you got your first look at him without any barriers. You hadn’t known a man could be literally mouthwatering.

“You barely saw me.” Your voice was breathless as your heart raced at the look on his face as he crawled back across the bed toward you. Thor’s eye was roaming over you as he gently spread your legs until your pussy was bared to his gaze.

“I barely needed to.” You were feeling a little self-conscious again as Thor was running his hands over your skin as he pressed your thighs apart with his broad shoulders. “I was already half-mad for you when you were a talking plant.”

Your laugh cut off with a gasp as Thor's mouth made contact with your inner thigh. You immediately changed your mind about his languorous pace in response to his slow exploration with lips, tongue, and teeth as he worked his way up to the apex of your thighs. Thor was not only an expert at this particular sport, it was abundantly clear he thoroughly enjoyed it.

He took his time working you up to your first climax. He started off soft and gentle, giving you plenty of time to warm under his hands and mouth. letting you thoroughly enjoy the transition from eager but a little reticent to sobbing wreck, hands fisted in the sheets, shamelessly begging.

Thor had thrown one arm over your hips to keep you in place, your writhing frustrating his efforts to build you slowly and smoothly up to the peak of your climax. His beard rasped against the skin of your inner thighs; you were fairly certain the feeling could drive you mad. The other hand he used to set fires under your skin as it roved over every part of you he could reach. With his size, he could reach all over. As he worked you gently but inexorably toward your climax, his hand moved to your cunt to hold you open so that he could devastate you with his mouth.

Your orgasm, when it came, was like an earthquake. It had a very definite center between your thighs, from where it radiated out to the tips of your fingers and toes, up your spine and over your scalp. You also quaked like the foundations of the earth were trembling beneath you. Slow and gentle it may have started, by the time he had worked you through it and into another, it was anything but. As soon as you started to cringe away from him, he backed off while still tenderly working you through it.

When the wracking shudders of pleasure had eased, you heard your voice state matter-of-factly, like it was a normal thing to say, "And I'd heard Loki was the one with the silver tongue." You felt that unique hot/cold shiver of pure humiliated chagrin run over your skin and prickle your scalp. Your ears were ringing, which is why you didn't hear Thor snickering right away, though you did feel the waft of his breath over your core. You also felt his teeth on your inner thigh where he nipped at you in rebuke. The light sting faded quickly but made you yelp all the same.

Thor was laughing again as he pulled away to kneel between your legs, sliding his forearms under your thighs and taking your hips in his hands. Due to the size of those hands, he had hold of a fair portion of your ass, as well. As he arranged you to some internal criteria you could only guess at, he grinned down at the wreck he'd made of you. "I simply must have you now," he said with a wink. "I hope you don't mind the rush." As you felt his cock sliding against the apex of your thighs, he slid his arm up under your back to arch you against him so that he could bury his face in your breasts.

Though the feel of his beard now abrading your nipples had you whimpering, you dug for the last of the strength Thor had annihilated with his talented hands and downright miraculous mouth. Just as he slid his cock through your folds to collect your wetness you hitched your legs around his waist and squeezed. His eyes flashed to yours, something dark and dangerous moving across his face before he relaxed again. "Impatient, sweet?"

You'd managed to wiggle around enough in Thor's grip to feel his cock pressing against your entrance. With a wicked smile, you rasped one word: "Frantic." As you spoke, you bucked your hips, driving the first inch inside you.

Thor threw his head back in bliss and groaned your name at the feel of your body welcoming him into your wet heat. "You darling!" he rumbled, slowly sinking into you. You were focused on relaxing and letting yourself stretch around him.

Thor looked transported, his thrust into you both achingly slow and exquisitely balanced on the knife edge between pleasure and pain, like a nerve scraped too raw to differentiate the two any longer. You would've been flattered if you weren't on the verge of losing your mind due to the dilemma between begging him to stop and demanding he go faster.

"You have the tightest, sweetest cunt, Plant." You were clenching around him like your body was trying to draw him deeper. Then he used that ridiculous nickname and you were both amused and weirdly charmed. You tightened around him as you laughed, causing Thor to groan and finally push all the way in to the hilt.

Your voice was a touch wry, but colored with such pure affection, he'd have had to have been oblivious to the point of idiocy to not hear it. "Who knew Random Voice was such a sweet-talker?" Thor dropped his head till his forehead was resting against yours and chuckled. His laugh was so rich with self-deprecating humor you were even more charmed.

"You have bewitched me, Y/N," he almost whispered. His face twisted in a crooked smile. "I cannot think straight when I’m with you." He punctuated his words with a digging motion of his hips, like he wanted to get further inside you, as though that was possible.

His mouth was only a breath away, so of course you had to take advantage. You closed the gap and took his plump lower lip between your teeth. Slowly, you pulled back so that your teeth scraped against his lip. He hummed in response. Your voice impossibly even throatier than before, you murmured against his mouth. "Thor." You brushed your lips against his. "If you don't hurry up and fuck me," you used what leverage you had to rock your hips against his, "I think I might have a mental breakdown."

Thor didn't reply, just flashed you a wicked grin and pulled ever so slowly out of you, like he had not only the time, but the patience to make every touch last forever. You'd see him dead first. Your self-control now nothing but tatters in the wind, you bucked your hips petulantly and let out a groan of pure frustration. "I swear to god…" you trailed off menacingly.

Thor burst out laughing and began to move more quickly. He leaned forward to kiss you and you could swear you could taste the laugh, like the cool breeze that carries the smell of hail through a thundercloud. He broke the kiss but nipped at your lip before murmuring against your mouth. “You’re so small to be so fierce." You were back to climbing him, using your legs to push back at him in an attempt to get him to move faster. He obliged, but only a little, driving you nearly to the brink of either shameless begging or murderous rage; you hadn't decided yet. You were so close to getting the friction you needed. "Is this what you want, my sweet?” The sexy rasp of his voice and the feel of his breath on your skin as he stroked almost fast enough had you clenching tightly around him.

As he moaned in response to the feel of you rippling against him, you replied, your voice hoarse. “You’re getting warmer.”

“You have no idea." The words left his mouth against the skin of your throat, which became prey to the edge of his teeth immediately after they did so.

The feel of his lips against your neck as his mouth and hips became more frantic was messing with your ability to think. It was just outstanding. “No, I meant-" For whatever reason, the absurdity of it struck you as life-threateningly funny so your next words came out in a half-laugh, half moan. "Doesn’t matter."

Thor couldn't hold back any longer. He had been so enjoying the sensation of thrusting into you that he had been going slowly to make it last. He found your impatience both flattering and amusing, not to mention arousing. But then both passion and humor burst over your face like light and the uncomplicated desire there captivated him. He increased the pace of his thrusts until you were clutching at his shoulders and making those sweet little whimpers of need he had discovered while pleasuring you with his mouth.

"Yes, that," you hissed frantically. "Keep doing exactly that." Thor was finally moving the way you wanted him to. Well, that would be inaccurate. Thor was moving far better than you had been wanting because you hadn't ever been with a man with this perfect a rhythm. There was something to be said for plenty of time to practice. Not to mention, he finished each stroke in with a delicious dig that seemed to be hitting the exact spot you needed.

Thor chuckled in your ear. "Anything you wish, Y/N." With that, he used one hand to smooth your hair back, so he could watch your face and continued to rock quickly and carefully into you. He did exactly what he had promised. You had informed him of something you liked, and he did it again. And again. And again. Before long, you were clinging and whimpering, and Thor was pounding into you with enough force and speed to have you climbing to peak once more.

Your mind hazed and your breath sobbing, you clung to him as every thrust of his hips against yours had the coil inside you tightening further. Every brush of velvet skin over supple muscle against your body had you quivering all over. Thor was muttering your name amongst various other endearments in a low growl against your throat and the sound of his voice rough with passion was gloriously rasping against your nerve endings.

For his part, Thor was only holding back until you found your climax again. The lovely sounds of ecstasy that were leaving your mouth were driving him mad. The quick shivers of arousal that worked through you seemed to pour into him, urging him on. He had a vise grip on your thighs as he drove further and faster, desperate to feel you come around him before he found his own climax.

"Once more," he rasped, his voice hoarse with raw lust. "Will you come for me once more, my sweet?"

As though your body itself couldn’t bear to disappoint him, that was all you needed to have you tumbling over the edge with quivering muscles and a scream that shuddered into a gasping moan. You could feel Thor’s lips brush your throat as they moved into a smile.

The ripples of your core over his cock pulled Thor willingly over the edge with you. He came with a laughing groan, the sound a rumbling purr of pleasure that was literally the sexiest sound you’d ever heard. To your utter astonishment, that alone had you trembling with aftershocks.

A little while later you were combing your fingers through Thor’s hair and waiting for your bones to stop humming when your stomach grumbled. Thor lifted his head from where it was resting between your breasts and grinned.

“I think your belly has the right of it, sweet. We need food.”

Which is how you found yourself sitting half-naked in the middle of your bed decimating your junk food stash and talking about any and everything with Thor, King of Asgard and God of Thunder.

The second time he made love to you, he took his time.

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