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“If you keep hovering over my shoulder like that, I’m going to choke you out with my bare hands,” you say flatly, eyes not leaving the computer screen as your fingers type furiously at the keyboard.
Loki’s sinful laugh sends a chill down your spine. “You should know by now not to threaten me, pet,” you don’t let slip the shift in his tone, malice sinking into his voice like the dagger he pulls from his side and has sinking into your throat, “it just makes this all a little more thrilling.”
The cold steel of the blade at the sheer skin of your neck made an airy moan slip past your lips despite the inconvenient timing of Loki’s libido.
Of course, nothing stops Loki from his endless mischief or from getting what he wants, not even a paramount mission as an Avenger. Loki was a good addition to the team, now. It turns out obligating a war criminal to change his ways and pay back his dues by forcing him to become an Avenger isn’t everyone’s lifelong dream, but the role has really grown on him. You don’t think you could have said the same if you weren’t there. Quite literally the enemies-to-lovers trope happening in real life, if you will; his stunt in New York was your very first mission as an Avenger. It’s gotten… pretty steamy since then. Maybe even steamy that very first night you met as he tried to take reign of the world, that is, before you tied him up and waited for the rest of the Avengers to crowd the tower and officially capture him, of course. Work before pleasure. The rest of the Avengers hadn’t had a clue then and they still don’t, even now. Nobody does. You two are each other’s dirty little secret and that’s what makes it so much more fun. That, or you just can’t fathom the others knowing how much power this man has over you.
As otherworldly space creatures swarmed the high-rise and fought the rest of the team down below on the ground, you aren’t surprised Loki had the nerve to attempt to rile you up, but what did surprise you was how badly it got you going. You were usually the embodiment of cool, calm, and collected while doing your job saving the world, but this man was your vice.
A loud screech and sounds of mass chaos rumble up the building. Time is ticking.
You skillfully snatch his wrist and disarm him of his dagger, taking ahold of it and setting it atop the desk beside you. Work before pleasure. “I couldn’t think of a more worse time to fuck you.”
Loki grins as he steps back from your spot behind the desk and moseys down from the raised belvedere.
Without Loki breathing down your neck, your productivity surges. Quickly, you were hacking into the system and retrieving some very much needed data from the enemy. You’d think professional super spies wouldn’t be so easily distracted, but here you are, eyes locked in on Loki as he cascades leisurely down the few steps before you. It’s hard to shake the image of him above you, relentlessly railing you with that godly cock of his while he watches mesmerized by it disappearing and reappearing from inside of you, engulfed in the sensation of the way you tighten around him like you couldn’t possibly take any more of him in. You silently lick your lips and return your eyes to the computer screen. Christ, get yourself together.
Abruptly at your ear, a voice jolts you. “If you wanted my cock, sweetheart, you could have just said so.”
Loki’s illusion in front of you fizzles and the real one continues to hover at your ear, and your body relaxes into his chest behind you as you realize it was him and not any of the creatures hunting you all outside. “Stop reading my thoughts. If I wanted you to know I would have said it aloud,” you state firmly, sitting back up and left-clicking the download button on the monitor in front of you, “we have shit to do.”
You can feel the grin on his face, still at your ear. “I love it when you’re in Avenger mode. Acting all self-righteous and cold-blooded. Like you’d even try to kill me if I got in your way,” his lips are now brushing against the muscle of your neck right below your ear, “as if I wasn’t your first enemy.”
Loki whisks your chair backward, dragging you from the screen and spinning you to face him. Before you can even get a word of protest out, Loki has you up in his arms and then slammed back down onto the desk. Loki takes advantage of your legs up in the air, grabbing your ankles and yanking them apart so you’re spread wide open in front of him.
“I wonder what the rest would say if they knew how much of a slut you are for me,” with your legs split down the middle at the mercy of the god before you, Loki grinds his clothed groin into your leather-clad heat at a deliberately slow pace to antagonize you.
The building shakes again, but this time more violently with a much louder metal-on-metal screech. Something has taken the top floor of the building clean off.
Getting your hands on the dagger still sitting on the desk, you hold it at the ridge of his jaw. His eyes spark with hunger, cock twitching against your cunt. “You see, when you say shit like that, it makes it so much harder to not kill you.”
His grin glints as he takes in the sight of you, teasing you. “There’s a lot of people that want to kill me, sweetheart,” Loki gleams down at you, “so don’t think you’re special.”
You knew it wasn’t true, but the dig irked you, which is precisely what Loki wanted. He wants you to keep playing his game. Reactively, you wrap your free arm around the back of his neck and pull him down inches from your face, bounding the blade at his throat. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.”
He smiles. It’s almost… unnerving, but nonetheless, thrilling. At the snap of his fingers, you’re completely naked below him as he leaves himself fully clothed. He yanks the dagger from your grasp and flips the handle end toward your body, pushing the cold dull end onto the skin between your ribs. He drags the handle downward, slowly, the steel trailing farther and farther until he reaches your clit and pauses. You realize you had been holding your breath.
“Not so cocky now, are we pet?”
Your legs go slack as he rubs the handle’s end in languid circles on your clit. The moan that comes out of your mouth is throaty, the cool metal at your hot core making your body convulse at the initial touch.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Loki coos suddenly, stirring you from your state of pleasure to meet his eyes. They’re completely glossed over.
He slides the dagger down from your clit and buries it to the hilt into your sopping cunt like a knife through butter. The sudden sexual relief combined with the shock of what Loki had done hits you so unexpectedly that you audibly gasp out Loki’s name. You hadn’t even realized how wet you really were until how easily you took the handle inside you. Your mind was already on high alert, given the sundry spaceships that just whizzed past inches away from the building shooting missiles at one another, but now you were nearly going feral. Loki doesn’t give you time for your mind to catch up to the moment before he begins pounding the handle into you relentlessly.
Your upper body shoots up, hands demanding stability with a vice grip on both of his biceps. You feel his muscles straining at the force he is pounding you with. Your mouth hangs open, your mind and body so overwhelmed that you are almost too weak to hang on, the only thing you can focus on is how good you feel in the thrill of it all. Loki gives you no mercy; you’d be able to tell just by the look on his face if you weren’t taking the brunt of his sex drive. Plunging that handle into you without being able to take his eyes off it, he pictured his own cock sending you into this state of euphoria before him.
“Finally got that smart mouth of yours speechless, huh?” he buries the handle inside you and keeps it there, pulsing it like a second heartbeat with his hand that’s wrapped around the hilt, his knuckles soaked in your juices.
“Y–yeah–“ you choke out, regaining composure of yourself as you try to catch your breath, “Wish your dick ever m–made me feel this good.”
All of a sudden, both doors on either side of the room burst open, space creatures with intergalactic guns storm the room. You push Loki off you and flip onto your stomach on top of the desk, ripping the dual Glocks strapped to your thighs and aiming them at either door, firing incessantly. The creatures go down one by one as they continue to file in like programmed robots, their screeches of agony filling the room.
You feel Loki’s harsh grip take hold of your hips amidst the chaos and slams his length deep into your pussy. You can hardly react while singlehandedly slaughtering the entire fleet of aliens that invaded the room.
“You are unbelievable,” you pant, body being repeatedly jolted against the desk as Loki rails you from behind. His fingertips dug into your skin as he used his impenetrable latch on your hips as leverage to pound into you harder. And fuck, you can’t lie, Loki taking you like this over the desk while putting his full trust in you to keep the two of you alive was intoxicating.
Shooting the last of the alien lineup, you collapsed on the top of the desk, breathless and unable to regain it with Loki’s cock nearly splitting you. He wraps a fistful of your hair around his fist and yanks it back towards him, forcing your head and gaze up off the desk and to the ceiling.
Loki’s pace slows and his thrusts become long and deep, his hold working for purchase on your hair to put even more power into his strokes. His fingers find your clit and sloppily sketch rough circles. “Ah, you know you love me, pet,”
The pleasure is overwhelming at this point, your body falling slack even with Loki holding you up by your hair. “Love isn’t exactly the word I’d ch–,” you lose your sentence as Loki’s hand swiftly finds your ass with a hard smack. A breathy, guttural moan surprises you both as it slips from your throat. You already feel the flesh burning hot red.
“You ought to shut your mouth before I shut it for you,” Loki’s fingers trail back to your clit to start rubbing back and forth at an intense pace. He’s at your ear. “And I’d be more than happy to do so.”
“Loki– fuck! Please– I’m gonna cum,” your legs are shaking being so close to the edge, but you know better than to cum without permission. You’ve been punished immensely for it on several occasions – not that you didn’t enjoy it – but right now, you would not be able to handle getting this high ripped away from you. This orgasm was the only antidote for the state you’re in.
Loki groans as he yanks your head back even rather to gain access to your throat and shoulder where he scatters bites and open-mouth kisses. “Cum.”
You fall apart in his hold, your cunt clenching around him. His fingers still playing with your clit, you ride out your high at his mercy. Loki releases your hair and you immediately let yourself fall limp against the desk, hands reaching forward to clutch the front ledge of the tabletop as you tried to keep yourself in reality. You rock your hips backward into his groin, matching his slowing ruts to feel as much of him as possible inside you. Loki watches this and his eyes roll back before squeezing them shut, trying to commit the sensation of you like this to memory.
As you come down, Loki sinks himself as far as he can go inside you, his fingers still toying with your clit. “Again.”
Your body convulses at the sensation, the bundle of nerves growing too sensitive at the overstimulation. You let out a scream, bucking your hips back in attempt to get your pussy out of his reach. “Loki! Please, no– I can’t, can’t, please!” you’re pleading with him but all the while he picks up the pace. Your clit can’t handle the sensitivity, and neither can your body as it desperately fights against his hand uncontrollably. He spanks you hard again as a warning, but you can’t stop your body from drawing back from his touch, earning a further blow in the same spot. The sting burns too good as Loki softly traces over it with the same hand that caused it. Before you know it, another orgasm racks your body, your insides squeezing his length hard as he remains buried inside you. Your moan is almost a scream. Loki paints your insides moments after, plunging in and out of you with long, languid strokes.
“Mm, knew you could do it princess,” Loki’s voice is low and breathy and one of the only things you can hold onto in your state of euphoria as you re-collapse on the desk. You don’t think you could move your body if you tried.
Abruptly Loki flips you over and pulls your boneless body up off the desk and in for a feverish kiss. It catches you very off-guard, even while you’re up in the clouds, but his fit of passion makes your heart melt no matter how hard you tried to kill your feelings for him. It’s when even he couldn’t restrain his own feelings for you that you knew what the two of you had was real, was more than just a good time.
The double doors at the front of the room burst open moments after Loki had pulled away and left you standing at the desk in your dreamlike state. “The building’s coming down any minute now, got what you needed?” Natasha’s voice calls out into the room.
You turn to her in surprise, looking down when realizing your jumpsuit was back fitted onto your body. Loki, also now fully clothed, was already heading toward the door while tucking both his daggers away. You quickly catch yourself up to speed as you hear the download complete with a small beep and you retrieve your hard drive.
Loki strides past Nat with that shit-eating grin back on his face. “God, I love my 9 to 5.”