A/N: Loki does what he wants, obviously. There's no denying him. Also, there's a thing called plot happening as well.
"Just what do you want now?" you asked irately, wrenching your arm free of Loki's grasp once you were both inside the closet. "And how did you reach here so fast?"
Loki narrowed his eyes at you, even though a smile played on his lips. "How I reached here isn't relevant. Should you not be thanking me for easing your pains?"
You could feel the heat coming off your ears now, as you tried to face him with a brave front. The fact that he had finger-fucked you just minutes ago dampened the effect, though.
"No, I'm not thanking you, since you were the cause of it."
"Well, then I shall reverse the effect." With that he grabbed your shoulders and turned you around to face the closet door.
"What are you—" You couldn't even form a whole sentence, finding that in a short second, he had flipped your skirt and pulled your panties down.
A whole lot of jostling happened then. He pulled you back against his chest. You struggled to get free. In the midst of all that thrashing, he was somehow able to pull his erection free. He kicked your legs open and you increased your struggles, even as you got wetter and wetter all throughout it.
Loki bent you over slightly and canted his hips forward. And just like that, you found yourself stuffed full of the monster again. You were so wet that it went in without much of a problem this time round.
"You were saying something?" he grunted in your ear as he began moving in and out of you.
"I—I fucking hate you!" you moaned, your traitorous body surging against him to take him deeper. Your hands were extended towards the closet door, as if wanting to escape, but the rest of your body remained in his thrall as he fucked you from behind.
"You may hate me, but you love the way I take you," he stated with an assertive thrust, taking your breath away. "You love the way I force you into pleasure."
"No… that's not true!" That was so so true… it was kind of scary that he understood you on such an intrinsic level.
His movements became unhurried then, as he took you in deep, languorous strokes. Slowly and surely, he pretty much fucked all the protests out of you.
"You can deny it all you want, darling. Your struggles are but a sham to keep your self-image," he grunted, slipping his hand inside your top, "But deep down, your body is begging to be taken. It's why you always end up either with my fingers or my cock in your pussy."
There it was, your secret desire to be forced, exposed like a raw nerve, and Loki was bent on exploiting it fully. You could say nothing to refute his claim, you didn't utter a word to him then, as he owned you once again. You were too ashamed of the harsh truth of his words and too overwhelmed by his actions.
As his movements grew more forceful, your whole frame bounced and shook. His arms were the only thing anchoring you in place, holding you close as he took his fill of pleasure from you.
Your orgasm approached fast, and you were unable to keep yourself quiet. Moans and gasps passed from your lips, in tandem with his vigorous thrusts.
"You better keep quiet, for people are now passing by outside," he warned, his lips nipping at your earlobe, "and I'm sure you don't want to expose yourself."
He was right, you could hear people milling about outside, and hence, you tried to keep quiet. He, in turn, tried to make it difficult for you to remain silent as he reached down to rub your clit.
It was clear that he was thoroughly enjoying your fear of discovery, for he laughed at your suppressed sobs of pleasure. And for some fucked-up reason, it worked to push you towards your climax. Your hands fluttered uselessly by your side as he held you caged in his arms, fucking you mercilessly throughout your orgasm.
"Oh yes, come, my mortal harlot," growled savagely into your ear as he buried himself deep inside of you, amplifying your peak of pleasure. "Take all of my cock, all of my seed."
You felt him throb and spurt inside you, reaching his climax in a torrent of guttural groans. By now you were hanging limply in his arms, lost in the afterglow while he rutted into you.
When he was done, he released you from his grasp and you leaned against the closet walls to recover. Suddenly, you felt a snap at your legs and looked down to see that he had ripped your panties off.
"What…" You looked at him in shock. "Why?"
"Because I feel like it," he replied, giving you his typical evil smirk as he pocketed the torn panties. "And don't even think to argue."
"I could report you, you know," you said in a small voice, totally lacking conviction. "Everyone would believe me."
"You could, but you won't."
"Why not?"
He pushed you against the closet wall and took your lips in a heated kiss. At the same time, his fingers pushed between your legs and cradled your wet, swollen flesh, making you gasp into his mouth. You were highly sensitive after the thorough fucking he had given you. He knew it, but that didn't stop him from playing with you some more.
He pulled back slightly, so that his lips brushed against yours with every spoken word.
"You know why you won't report me. Because these lips hunger for me," he said, pushing two long fingers inside you to emphasize which lips he was talking about. "And for them to be slaked, these lips"—He nipped and pulled at your mouth with his teeth—"must remain silent."
He stroked between yours legs till you were a quivering mess, and then, in a mean move, pulled out his fingers from you.
"Now right your clothes and go back to your little chamber. I'm sure you have work to do."
He licked his lips and watched you like a hawk as you tried to straighten out your disheveled appearance. And no matter how much you tried, you couldn't get rid of the post-fuck look. Reluctantly, you looked up at him.
"I can't go out looking like this," you stated anxiously, your hands still trying to smoothen the stubborn wrinkles in your clothes.
He flicked his wrist and suddenly, your clothes were wrinkle free and your hair was back to its usual style, no longer a rat's nest. However, you noticed that he didn't do anything for the mess between your legs.
"Th-thank you…" you blurted out grudgingly, "but I do need panties."
"No, you don't."
Your lips parted in indignation. "What?"
He lowered his head till his gaze leveled with yours, intimidating you with its intensity. "You heard me, darling. I want you go bare beneath that unassuming skirt of yours. I want you to feel my seed dripping between your legs as you walk out of here. Now off you go."
He opened the closet door and gestured for you to exit, ignoring your reddened face—or perhaps enjoying it.
You felt kind of humiliated as you walked back to your cabin sans your panties. His cum trickled from between your legs and marked your thighs, just as he had stated.
A lot of tissues got sacrificed as you cleaned yourself once reaching the cabin. You were so angry at yourself, because even this humiliation that Loki imposed on you resulted in a fresh wave of arousal.
You entered your cabin in a hurry, wanting to settle down at your workstation as quickly as possible. You were running a few minutes late and didn't want to delay work any further.
Further delay, however, was inevitable, it seemed…
Loki was sitting in your office chair, fiddling with your Captain America and Iron Man bobbleheads. He put them back in their place and turned the chair to face you as you stared at him in surprise.
For a whole week, you had seen neither hide nor hair of him, as he and the other Avengers had gone off on a mission together. Now, he was back, smiling deviously at you as his fingers made a come-hither gesture to call you over.
God, those evil fingers…
"Did you miss me?" he asked with a fake sweetness that grated on your nerves.
"Loki, we're done," you stated with as much assertiveness as you could muster. "Please leave."
"Are we?" he asked, tilting his head and tipping his chin forth, looking speculatively at you.
"Yes."
His eyes narrowed. You knew that look by now—he was taking your rejection as a challenge. You needed to get away from him. Quickly.
As you turned towards the cabin door, it slammed shut on its own, trapping you inside. You gaped at Loki, who simply waved his hands dismissively.
"The door shall remain locked till I release it."
"Why?"
"Because I need you to answer me. Are we really done here?"
"No… I'm not having any kind of talk with you." You shook your head, backing away towards the door "Just… no."
"Who said we were about to have a conversation?"
He shot out of the chair and grasped both your shoulders, pulling you against his chest. All that sudden movement was disorienting, and as a result, you fell right into his embrace. He kissed you hard, forcing your mouth open as his tongue chased yours.
Just that one kiss was enough to make you wet between your legs.
"Are we done?" he asked quietly as he removed his lips from yours. You didn't answer.
He tore your top open then, making you shriek in surprise. You tried to pull it together, or whatever scraps were left of it, but he shoved your hands away. Then, in a single move, he pushed your bra down to release your breasts and fondled them enthusiastically, like they were his personal toys.
And the worst part was that he wasn't being harsh with your body like he had been with your clothes. His touch was persistent but oh so seductive. Even the little pinches he delivered on your nipples weren't hurtful—just purely arousing. His touch was so enticing that you found yourself pushing your chest right into his hands.
Once he was done playing with your breasts, he dragged you to your workstation and proceeded to bend you over it. You struggled against his actions, but it was feeble and fading fast.
When he pulled your pants and panties down together, your struggles were but in name only. You were dripping wet and eager for his touch.
"Ooh, look at you," he groaned, fingers brushing against your clit, spreading your arousal all around it. "These lips surely aren't saying that we're done."
You shook your head in denial, even as your body welcomed his touch. Your legs spread on their own, giving him the go-ahead to delve deeper into you, which he readily did.
"So tell me again, are we done?" He laughed cruelly, sliding his fingers in and out of you at a maddeningly slow pace to tease you with the promise of a climax.
"Ugh… Loki, please," you whispered, humping his fingers to increase the friction.
"I cannot hear you, darling. Are we done?" He then increased the intensity of his strokes inside you, making you jerk in response.
"No!" you half yelled, half moaned, just on the brink of a wonderful orgasm. That's when he removed his fingers, leaving you unsatisfied.
"That's more like it," he said, covering your body with his, his arousal coming to rest against your entrance. You knew what was coming next, and your body rejoiced in anticipation.
When he finally pushed inside you, your body arched in pleasure and there was no denying it. You were once again caught in a pattern of sexual surrender with Loki, and you were enjoying it.
"How could you even think that we're done. We're not even close to being done," he growled, thrusting into you in quick strokes.
You shook your head as your eyes rolled back in pleasure. God… it was bliss, especially after a week of nothing in the name of sex.
He grabbed your neck from behind and began fucking you more vigorously, causing the whole workstation to shudder. The Cap and Iron Man bobbleheads shook and jiggled with every thrust Loki gave, looking as if they were shaking their heads in disapproval.
"You can't… keep doing this… to me," you muttered between his thrusts, shivering in the dark sexual high your body was riding.
"Oh, I beg to differ. Now answer me again, darling, are we done here?" Loki asked, reaching between your legs to deliver light slaps on your clit.
You cried out in shock and pleasure, uttering a vehement 'no' in reply to his demands. But he continued tormenting you with the slaps, right till you climaxed.
His thrusts ceased and he pushed deep within you in an unrelenting grind, right as you began contracting around him. A low groan came from him… and then he was shuddering inside you as he joined you in orgasmic delight.
You lay beneath him, inert and subdued, as he filled you with his essence. The quivers of your orgasm were still there, but they were receding quickly.
"We're done when I say that we're done," he murmured, brushing your hair aside to plant kisses on your shoulder. "Do you understand?"
You nodded, but didn't utter a word of acknowledgement.
Suddenly, your hotline to Stark beeped, jerking you out of your sex induced passivity. You tried to push Loki off you in order to receive Stark's message, but he held you down with his body.
"What's the hurry?" he asked, biting your shoulder lightly. "I'm sure Stark can wait."
"No, he can't." You tried to slither from beneath him, but it didn't work. His arms were literally holding you in place, pinned to the table. "Please get off me, this may be important!"
"Why such panic, darling. Is it about that secret assignment he gave you?"
You froze.
Panic didn't even begin to cover the surge of emotions you were feeling right now.
Loki knew about your secret assignment against SHIELD. Your life was officially about to be ruined…
Dear readers, the bobbleheads are judging you right now. Hard... :P