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Loki found you. He spotted you through the window of the door, lying in bed. Alone. He tried the knob and wasn’t surprised to find that it was locked. Probably to keep you safe from him. Stupid idiots. Do they really think that would’ve stopped him? That a simple lock was all it would take to deter him from getting what he wanted?
A cold sweat trickled down the nape of his neck. His eyes were sunken and dismal. A baser part of him, the feral part of him, growled. His mind was not his right now. He materialized through the door, with no effort on his part.
As soon as he was inside, he was slammed with the essence of you. The aroma. The heat. The beautiful sound of your breathing lured him closer. You looked serene as if you were only sleeping. He paced back and forth in front of your body, contemplating whether to go back and suffer in silence or stay and wallow in your fragrance.
He took in your scent and you were intoxicating. Your warm floral aroma mixed with your excitement. He could almost taste your need. Had the drug affected you the way it affected him?
Thor informed him, while he was in his medical chamber, that the gas triggered a different result on you both. Where your earthly, mortal body had succumbed to lethargy and unconsciousness, his Jotunn body had brought about his feral form. His senses became overly sensitive. An almost barbaric instinct took hold of him. Evident in his short-tempered behavior and the way the temperature around him got cooler. His body was cooler, sure. But his blood boiled. Not from anger, but lust.
He heard your small whimpers, even from his medical room across the hall. Right now, he could feel the heat radiating from your perfect body, centered in the apex of your thighs. He could smell your need.
He could fucking smell it.
It was driving him crazy. That’s why he risked coming here, into your room. He knew the others were away. Finishing off the failed mission you two came back from. Now would be his only time.
He licked his lips. His fraying nerves electrified his whole body. The beast within him wreaked havoc while his logical side tried to calm it down. He shuddered his breath to keep himself from pouncing on you as if you were a wounded animal.
He continued to pace quietly back and forth. Watching you as you lay there. Could you feel him staring? Do you know what’s about to happen? Will you welcome him, or will you hate him for what he’s about to do?
He couldn’t help it anymore. His mind was a battering ram, constantly pounding him, egging him on. Do it. Come on and do it.
He cleared his throat, “Darling -” he tried, his voice cracking. The following might not be what you want but he was going to damn well try to make it easier for you.
It was the least he could do, knowing what he was about to take from you. “Darling. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said coming closer to you. Your scent enticed his senses. Getting stronger.
He stood over you. Blocking the sole light from your eyes. You were dazed. Your breathing had gotten heavy and panting.
You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, unable to move as you whispered his name, “…Loki…”
You laid there, unable to move. You had gotten the feeling back in your body. But your limbs were so heavy. It felt like the day after one of your heavy workouts with Bucky, but ten-no, a thousand times worse. It felt like a heavy weight was sitting on top of you, holding you down. The smell of sweat permeated your nose. The beads form on your brow, dripping down. You couldn’t move a muscle. Your body was tense and sore.
And hot.
You were so very hot and needy. You couldn’t help it, even if you wanted to. You couldn’t even lift your fingers to help yourself out. You just laid there, trying your best to rub friction in between your legs.
That was when you felt the atmosphere in your room change. It got colder and darker. The feeling should’ve scared you. But there was a calmness to it. A solemn darkness that kept you quiet. Sedated.
“D-darling…” he said. And you knew whose voice that was. Loki?
Fuck.
The last thing you wanted was for him to see you like this. You probably looked overdosed and were drooling out the side of your mouth. You don’t need that kind of embarrassment to haunt you in front of your long-time crush.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He said to you. His voice sounded like a deep growl. It was like the strong murmur of a deep river.
Sorry for what?
That’s when he touched you. He grazed his fingers up and down your arm and you felt it, right there in between your legs.
“Loki?” you whispered. You let out a sigh, savoring his touch. How could a simple act of brushing his fingers along your arm elicit such a strong need in you?
It must’ve been that damn toxic gas. You and Loki were sent on that undercover mission, trying to find the new drug that was being shipped out of Madripoor. A pheromone drug that uses the chemical makeup of your own body. Supposedly it was as potent as an elephant tranquilizer. Mixed with the right alcohol, could elicit a unique and powerful high. Of course, the whole mission went south and both of you were found out, but not before you were both subjected to it in aerosol form.
But why wasn’t Loki stuck to his bed all hot and needy like you were?
All thoughts were erased when he placed his cool hand under your shirt feeling the soft skin of your abdomen. A fire raged through your mind. If only you could move. If only you could talk. You would tell him to go higher and help ease the ache growing in your taut nipples. Or for heaven’s sake, go lower and relieve the tension in your aching clit.
You whimpered. The only sound you were able to make. Hopefully, it was enough to spur him on. To convey to him what you needed.
“My darling girl,” Loki said straddling over you on your bed. “You have no idea how many nights I’ve dreamt of doing this with you.” He whispered in your ear. He ran his nose down your cheek and you could smell his scent of pine and bergamot. You inhaled as deeply as you could. You wanted to turn your head and kiss him. Mark him. You wanted to finally run your fingers through his dark curls.
He feels so good. Loki. Don’t stop.
He laid kisses up and down your neck. Inhaling your scent, committing it to memory. His tongue snaked out, tasting the salt of your skin. His lips found the pulse on your neck, and he could’ve sworn your heart thumped faster and stronger the more he continued.
Could she want this as much as I do? Why? No, no. She can’t think straight. Neither of us can.
“Don’t…” you mumbled.
Ah, see. She wants me to stop. She does not want this, he thought. “I can’t help it, my dear. I’m so sorry.” Loki tried to apologize as he put his full weight on top of you.
“Stop…” you whispered.
“I just really need to use you. You’re all I can think about.” Loki panted in your ear. He started to grind against you. He needed to alleviate the painful ache trapped between his legs. “You’re all I can smell and hear. I need to feel you.” He continued to kiss your cheek and your neck as he left bruises on your skin. He tore your shirt off, feeling the rising heat of your body.
“Keep…” going. You shouted in your head.
“Away? I can’t darling. Not from you. Not any longer. I need you.”
Don’t stop. You tried to tell him. Keep going. You tried to beg him.
His kisses felt so good on your heated skin. His body weight on top of you made you feel secure and safe. His eager hands tore your shirt apart as his kisses marked their way down to your breast. He took each of your aching nipples into his mouth. Giving them a dedicated turn each.
He knelt up, working to take his shirt off when he caught a glimpse of you lying there helpless with your shirt torn apart from his hands.
He had never seen anything so erotic.
He snarled. He knew this was wrong. This was not how he wanted to take you the first time. He pictured courting you and making you laugh. Then eventually tease you as he discovered what you liked and didn’t like. This was nothing like he fantasized. There was no romance. This was an unbridled hormonal urge to mate with you.
He took a quick inhale of breath, trying to regain his self-control. But all he could smell was your need. You had a succulent heat building up and he wanted to be the one to bask in it.
The ferocity came back stronger than ever. He used his seidr to remove the rest of your clothing, along with his. Your eyes flickered over his body. His heaving chest, toned muscles, his Adonis Belt steering your lust-filled eyes down further into his jutting cock. The sight alone had you whimpering shamelessly.
“I’m sorry. It’s not my fault when you look and smell like this, pet.” He swiped two fingers down your now exposed folds, collecting the sweetness that had started to glisten on you. He licked his fingers clean, savoring your lust.
Fuck, Loki. Don’t stop, please. I need you. You tried to turn your head from one way to the other.
“Shh, shh. It’s ok darling. Just the tip, then. I just need to feel you. Just…the…tip.” Loki posed your legs open as he slowly sank the tip of his hard-rock erection into you. You arched your back at the feel of him stretching you. Only the tip, and he’s already bigger than anything I’ve ever had.
Loki visibly slumped. His shoulders and head hung down, savoring the feel of your wet heat around him making him lose control. Only the tip and I’m about ready to explode. Norns. She’s so tight.
“Please…” You whimpered. Please fuck me. Please take me.
“You feel amazing, pet. Better than I had imagined.” He started to take himself out and thrust back in. That action alone had you shaking all over. You were so sensitive you could feel the sensation travel all over your body making you lose your breath.
He looked into your eyes and saw what he interpreted as judgment and hate. “Believe me, I’m holding myself back right now.”
“Go…” deeper. You wanted to say.
“I can’t go. Not anymore. Look how well you take me. Just one more inch, pretty girl. Let me put in one more…inch…unnh. Fuck. You feel amazing.” Loki marveled at how tight you were around him. He didn’t realize that he kept sinking into you until he bottomed out, making him groan out loud.
You moaned at the feel of him filling you and grinding against your clit.
“Such a good girl. A good fucking girl. Taking me all in like a greedy little cunt.” Loki pulled out and slammed back inside. He couldn’t have you any other way now. He watched as you took all of him in, over and over again. Your slick folds swallowing him whole.
He needed to see your face tremble. He wanted to suck on your quivering lips as he took you. Your eyes fluttered and he heard you release a deep sigh as he continued to ruin you.
You did nothing but savor the sensation of him assaulting you. Using you. “That’s it. Shh. Shh.”
You moaned. Your body started coming alive the more Loki worked it. Your blood circulating all over your body making you more responsive.
His rough thrusts made you bounce up and down on your bed. Loki placed his head in the crook of your neck. Feeling your heartbeat in time with his thrusts. He didn’t see your hands finally moving up to hold yourself in place on the bed. He didn’t notice when you lifted your legs, opening wider. Inviting him further inside you. He was lost in the sensation. He was trying his hardest to fulfill the urge, the need to mate with you. To finally claim you.
“Loki…” you moaned out his name. He placed his hand over your mouth to quiet you down. He didn’t know if the others were back, but he didn’t want them to stop him.
“Hold still for me, love. I’ll be gentle.”
“No,” you muffled. Use me. Ruin me.
Consume me.
Don’t be gentle, you wanted to tell him. You squeezed tighter around him. “Oh, fuck. I’m cumming. Norns, you feel so damn good.” You had a look in your eyes that Loki mistook for fear. “I need to breed you, darling. I need to see you dripping with my spent inside you. Only then will I be satisfied.” Loki started thrusting faster. His actions got careless but harder.
Your eyes rolled back from the sheer pleasure you were feeling.
“That’s a good girl. Feel it. Take it all in. See what I can give you. I’ll make you feel so good pet. I promise. Every time. Every way.” And that’s when the sensation in your body became too much and you let out a loud moan into his hand. You let go into one of the most dizzying orgasms you’ve ever had. It felt like a million tiny fireworks going off all over your body simultaneously.
Was it the drug? Fuck, was Loki that good?
“Ahh…fu…” Loki moaned. His grunts timed with each drive and he released himself mercilessly inside you.
He stayed sheathed in you a little longer. Panting and indulging in the feeling of being wrapped by you. He knew that he may never feel this again. You would spurn him and fight him. The whole team would attack him for what he’s done to you. As they should.
All the progress he’s done - wiped out by a single drug. A single night of debauchery. He would spend the rest of his life making it up to you. In any way that he could.
But for right now, he had to try to explain. Now that he could think clearly.
“I’m sorry, darling…”
He was stopped by your fingers finally running through his thick hair. You pulled his lips closer to you as you kissed him passionately, not being gentle. Taking from him only a fraction of what he took from you. You broke the kiss with a lick on his lower lip.
He shivered, and you felt it in between your thighs. He was still inside you, heavy and growing again.
“I’ve dreamt about you too, Loki,” you admitted shyly. “Funny, how it took a failed mission and a sex drug to finally make us confront our feelings.” You giggled.
“Truly?” He asked you with a coy grin. He couldn’t believe that you had wanted him the way you did. Especially after what he just did to you. “Even now? With all those times you asked me to stop?”
“Don’t stop.” You corrected.
“To go?” he asked.
“Go deeper.”
“Keep away?” he whimpered.
“Keep going.” You moaned as you felt him more and more pronounced inside you.
Loki growled into your neck. You felt him get hard again with your sordid words. “As you wish,” he said with sincere ferocity.
But this time he would take you leisurely, as he brought you to that edge over and over again.