A/N: You can run, you can hide, but you can't escape a horny Loki.
WARNING: Explicit Sexual Content. Highly dubious consent stuff here (No physical abuse, though).
BASED ON THE FOLLOWING 2 PROMPTS FROM THE IMAGINE LOKI TUMBLR:-
Both you and Loki live in the Avengers Tower. One day, when he's bored and in a very bad mood, you accidentally brush up against him in passing. He presses you into the wall and whisper some dark, threatening and naughty things in your ear. To your horror (and his surprise) you find it way more arousing than it should be.
Imagine that, when Loki is brought to the Tower for his punishment, everyone is afraid of him and avoids him. You are no exception, but still, in the heat of the moment, you find yourself tangled in sheets underneath Loki's strong body as he fucks you. It was a one night stand and after that, you try to go on normally and avoid him as much as possible. But it's much harder now, when he flirts with you whenever he sees you, and touches you inappropriately when you happen to be alone. He manipulates with you so that even despite your fear, you still give yourself to him.
Chapter 2
The charity fundraiser party was in full swing at the Avengers' Tower. SHIELD agents, superheroes, celebrities and other famous people, all were there.
It was kind of overwhelming to witness one of Tony Stark's parties for the first time in your life.
Sipping your cocktail and generally engaging in small talk with fellow partiers, you tried your best to aptly socialize. It was a nice enough setting to enjoy yourself, but you couldn't.
A certain erstwhile villain was making your life hell.
His gaze was set on you. No matter where you decided to go, you felt him watching you. It was extremely unsettling and creepy. Yet, every time your eyes met across the room, jolts of arousal shot through you. And he'd smirk knowingly every damn time, forcing you to look away in shame.
You had been avoiding him since yesterday, when the 'episode' in the corridor happened. You had been convinced that there'd be security footage of that somewhere, and someone would come to you with charges of indecent behavior. But so far, nothing happened. You had a feeling that Loki had a lot to do with that.
He knew magic, after all, and no one was really sure of its true extent and power. There was talk about imposition of curbs on his magic, to ensure that it couldn't be used for destructive ventures, but again, no one you knew was certain of it.
What you certainly knew was that he had used it somehow to manipulate the surroundings while he had his way with you. Well… nearly had his way with you.
You grumbled to yourself… you wouldn't let the so called god of mischief affect you like that. It happened once, it wouldn't happen again. You had even decided to move to another apartment as soon as one was available.
The only reason you were stuck on the same floor as him was because the tower was packed full. Tony Stark even joked about building a new tower to adjust the new recruits. You wished he wasn't joking.
Someone touched your elbow and you started. You looked up to see that it was one of the SHIELD agents you were talking to earlier. He was good looking and charming, and you had tried to flirt with him a bit. But then your eyes had inadvertently landed on Loki, and the glare he had sent in your direction made you run to the other side of the party hall.
"Hey," the agent—Vincent—greeted you once again. "The dance floor seems to be heating up. Wanna have a go?"
You nodded, excited to note that he was interested in you. The evening looked more promising now.
As you hit the dance floor with Vincent, you momentarily forgot all about Loki and focused on enjoying yourself. Vincent was a decent dancer, and you were having a nice time swaying and bouncing with him to the beats of really fun music.
And then the slow music began, where you were pulled in by Vincent to have a grind against him. He was making his intentions quite obvious by now, and you were actually entertaining the idea of taking him to your apartment for the night.
A little fun in the sack didn't hurt anyone, right? You deserved it, as you handled a stressful job and had hardly seen any action recently. That was, not counting the action that was kind of foisted upon you by the god of mischief.
"Hey Vincent," you whispered in his ear as both of you slow danced together. "Would you… like to come up to my apartment?" The question didn't seem out of place, for the party was generally come to a wrap anyway.
Vincent's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Needless to say, the dance floor was abandoned in a hurry.
Your eyes searched for any signs of Loki as you pulled Vincent towards the elevators. He was nowhere to be seen, which gave you a lot of relief. The last you saw of him, he was at Thor's side, looking sulky but resigned.
Once inside the elevator, you pushed yourself against Vincent and kissed him. He was taken aback for a moment, but then he returned the kiss sweetly. You tried to feel the anticipation of a promising, sex-filled night, but somehow, you only felt a lukewarm response from your body.
Anyway, you were determined to scratch the itch.
When the elevator doors opened to your floor, you giggled with excitement and pulled Vincent along, heading to your apartment.
Vincent, however, stopped in his tracks. He was looking straight ahead with a look of pure panic. You turned around to see what had caused him to act this way.
Standing in the corridor was none other than Loki, looking royally pissed off. Oh damn…
He walked towards you and Vincent in a slow, threatening way. Each step was pronounced by the loud thump of his boots against the floor.
Vincent backed away, shoving your hands off him in a hurry.
"I remember you," Loki said, staring straight at Vincent and ignoring you. "You were one of those dimwits who had escorted me to my temporary prison on the helicarrier. I must say, I do hold grudges close to my heart."
With the threat delivered, it didn't take Vincent even a whole second to rush back to the elevator and flee.
You gaped at Loki. What the hell was he trying to accomplish by threatening a SHIELD agent? He was supposed to be friendly with them now.
He turned to you then, courting the same smirk he had been giving you before Vincent had arrived on the scene. Now, it was your turn to flee.
You hadn't even run ten steps when he suddenly appeared in front of you, blocking your exit.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, hands clasped behind his back as he began walking towards you.
You were forced to take steps back as he approached, to keep your distance to him consistent. This, however, was his way of herding you to your apartment door. You realized that when your back hit the door frame.
There was no room to back away now. You couldn't believe you were back in this predicament.
"I must say, you're quite desperate to be fucked," he said harshly, looming over you. "Picking up a near stranger to achieve your goal."
He tsk'ed at you as you gave him a glare of indignation. "He wasn't a stranger!"
"Well, who is he to you?"
"He's an agent." You struggled to define anything else about Vincent, so you tried to put the focus on Loki. "And you hardly have the authority to tell me this, when you yourself dared to touch me. I probably know less about you than about Vincent."
"I'll have to remedy that, then."
"What?"
"I'll have you know me better, much better than that worm by the end of this night."
Before you could respond, he pulled you to him by your shoulders and pressed his lips to yours. You flailed in his arms as he picked you off the floor to kiss you thoroughly. Your feet dangled in the air as you helplessly succumbed to his lips.
Against your better judgment, you found yourself liking the feel of his lips over yours, of his tongue around yours. You discovered just how good he tasted.
And good lord could he kiss…
That one kiss caused a flood of arousal in you, where Vincent couldn't even manage a trickle. That was the root of your problem.
When Loki finally released you from his hold, you found him glowering impatiently at the door.
"Open the damned door," he growled, nudging you towards it.
You turned around and punched in the unlocking code with trembling hands. All this while, Loki pressed into you from behind, making it known that he was indeed eager to ravage you.
You tried to convince yourself that you were obeying him under duress, but deep down you knew you were chasing the thrill of the unknown with him.
As soon as the door opened, Loki dragged you inside and closed it with a resounding thump.
He then backed you straight to your bedroom, stalking towards you with hungry eyes, giving off the vibe of a predator that had gone without a meal for far too long.
All the while, you stared at him like a rabbit caught in headlights.
You stopped when your calves hit the bed, feeling confused and unsure of what awaited you. You were scared of his strength and his menacing visage, but at the same time, oddly magnetized by his dangerous persona.
"Are we r-really d-doing this?" you stammered, shivering as he regarded you from head to toe, making you feel awfully anxious and incredibly turned on.
He didn't respond to you, just kept gazing at you like you were a buffet and he a ravenous man. And then his hands shot out and ripped your dress from your body in a single move. You gasped, shaken and completely off balance.
He pushed you on to the bed and you let him, your body once again refusing to resist his advances.
His eyes roved all over your newly exposed skin while he loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"I… I'm not sure about this," you mumbled, pushing yourself higher on the bed, away from him, as your confused brain tried to make sense of the present situation.
Loki cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at you as his tie and shirt hit the floor, revealing his sculpted upper body musculature. "You want to be fucked, don't you?"
You gulped nervously. "Kind of… but… ugh."
"My confused little mortal, you should feel grateful, for you're going be taken by a God," he stated arrogantly as he stared you down.
"I didn't ask you to!" you protested, yelping as he quickly pounced on to the bed and grabbed your legs. You fell against the bed as he pulled, trembling in a weird combo of fear and arousal.
"Loki… please," you began, your hands fluttering against his bare arms.
He pushed you into the mattress as his face hovered over yours, his mesmerizing eyes boring into you. "Let me make it clear to you. I will ravish you, and you will love it. So you'd do well to drop the pretence of resistance."
You swallowed thickly, wondering if you were actually pretending to resist. When his lips descended on yours again, your vacillation with your desires remained, but it was steadily leaning towards lust rather than self preservation.
The battle didn't last all that long.
Your hesitant acquiescence showed when you accepted the touch of his hands as they roamed all over your body. It showed as he deepened the kiss and you moaned in response. Your mind warred with itself, though, as you knew he was dangerous and stronger than any other guy you had intimately known.
But that was your weakness—a strong, dominating man pushing your limits and making you surrender. It was a running fantasy of yours, but never the one you'd dare to try out or even mention to anyone.
Loki was tapping into that dark recess of your mind, where propriety went for a toss and you wanted to be forced into pleasure. It was why your body was responding to him with such enthusiasm despite the fear.
He broke the kiss and turned you on your stomach, exposing your back to him. The hook of your bra gave him a bit of a pause, but he was quick to figure it out and open it. It was brushed off your shoulders hastily as his lips sucked and nipped down your back, moving steadily lower.
You could do little else but twitch and gasp under his attentions.
He pulled your panties down just enough to expose your ass, which grabbed and kneaded to his heart's content. You nervously wondered if he'd leave bruises, but didn't complain.
"Turn around and face me," he ordered, pushing off you.
You shifted on your back slowly, with your hands crossed over your chest. He batted your hands away and cupped your breasts eagerly, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs.
"So soft," he groaned in appreciation, "I like how you feel in my hands, and I must say it's a most pleasant surprise." Pinching and pulling and teasing followed, leaving you writhing under him.
He moved lower then, and removed your panties quickly. You helped him along by raising your legs compliantly. He pulled your thighs apart and gazed you at you with a feral hunger, making you fidget anxiously.
Your disquiet, however, turned into eagerness and desperation the moment his fingers and mouth descended on your aroused flesh. You panted and moaned and begged for release, much to Loki's amusement.
His mouth left your pleasure point just as you were about to come, and he looked at you with a devious smile. "Do you want to come?"
"P-please don't p-pull away," you whimpered, humping his fingers frantically, fearing he'd repeat the cruelty of the previous day.
Loki chuckled and hummed against your clit then, sending pleasurable vibrations down your core. You cried out as you finally found your release against his mouth and fingers.
He didn't relent, though, and his assault on your aroused and swollen flesh became more intense. You shrieked and tried to push him away, but it only egged him on. It was too much to bear, but he left you with no other option but to give in and take it.
Helpless against the attack of his tongue and fingers, you came a second time quickly, sobbing and mumbling incoherently. Thankfully, he let up and let you catch your breath, though you knew it wouldn't be for long.
You heard the rustle of fabric and discerned that he was getting fully undressed. Silently, you turned your head and watched him.
Oh, naked Loki was a treat for the eyes…
But… as your eyes drifted lower and settled on his fully aroused form, you were prompted to wonder if you'd be able to walk normally the next day.
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