Thor x Reader x Loki – Love Ch2
Over the next six years you moved time and time again; Guadeloupe, Laos, Brazil, New Zealand, and just recently The Netherlands. You changed your hair – multiple times – changed your eyes with contacts, brought a dog, lost said dog, found it again, and even had a boob job for no reason other than to amuse yourself - - and because after the birth your breasts deflated and sagged considerably. As the years passed, you began running out of money, mostly because your bank accounts were continuously drained of money. You were almost certain SHIELD had found you, or maybe they couldn't pinpoint your location, so reduced themselves to locking down the bank accounts they could find. No matter though, you could make money. You took random jobs in IT, but after a few weeks SHIELD would scare you away by raiding the jobsite. Damn them. They wouldn't let you have a normal job? A normal life? Fine. You'd go for a more off the grid kind of job; after all, what was the Netherlands notorious for?
You were on your hands and knees, crawling towards the pudgy man with one hand on his crotch and the other throwing bills at you. When you reached the edge of the stage, you raised up to kneel, your hips thrusting forwards slowly, sensually. More men sitting around the edges of the stage were stuffing bills in your scant underwear and bra. Their fingers lingered just long enough to touch your skin, but retracted quickly enough to make it unnecessary to call security. You swung your legs around to rest on the man's legs, spreading yourself for him. He leaned as far forwards as he could and ran his money filled hands up your thighs, sticking the dollar bills into your G-string. It disgusted you… feeling their hands all over you… One man shoved a twenty into your bra. Time to move on to him… Always pay attention to the men offering more money because they would buy more drinks. That was a rule the owner had… You swung your legs over the little man before you moved onto the new one.
You didn't look at faces, as long as they continued giving you bills, you didn't care who they were or what they looked like. You swayed your hips as you walked over to him and ran your hands over his chest as you circled him. Running your fingers through his black, slicked back hair, you untied your bra, the nearly non-existent material falling to the ground and exposing your breasts. You flicked your hair as you straddled his lap, moving your hips and body to the music. Generally you were meant to stay on the stage, but there were exceptions, one of which being the need to take care of VIP's, signified by the gold pin on their shirts. Of course this man had one, and so he was your next target. The man chuckled softly and gingerly ran his lips over your cosmetically enlarged breasts as you continued your tease. You pressed yourself against him. Almost instantly you could feel his hard member press into your abdomen. His hands found your thighs, pulling you even tighter against him.
"No touching sweetie…" you tried to lace your words with honey, but you weren't sure if your disgust shone through. You licked up his neck softly before pulling away and scooting back onto the stage and returning to your dance.
The men seemed more interested in you now that you had lost the bra, which was nothing new really… If you had removed your panties as well, you would have had even more attention… but that was a line you didn't want to cross… You would show off and pretend to tease yourself through the material, but never once had you left the stage completely naked…
You were an exotic dancer… a stripper… a whore... Yes… this was your life… This is where a SHIELD agent on the run ended up… Dancing for the dirtiest men in a strip club for dollar bills… There was nothing else for you… Maybe if you were an actual field agent you could become a mercenary… but you weren't. No one was looking for a computer nerd to deal with assassinations… and you didn't even want to stand against SHIELD… You just wanted to be left alone; where you were when that alone time finally came didn't matter. Honestly you could say you didn't care all that much about anything… You chose not to feel, so you didn't. Not feeling had its repercussions though. You were numbed to everything; most men didn't want private dances from you because you didn't over sexualise your facial expressions… It also meant you didn't have anyone close to you… You were still alone… But it didn't matter… You left the stage, blowing a kiss as you did. Most of the bodies had moved on to other girls… all except for one… The VIP was still sitting there, staring at you… Something in your stomach told you to be careful when you walked home today…
The next few girls strutted onto the pink-lit stage; some choosing the poles, other moving to charm the patrons. The club itself – The Gold Pin – was a large establishment at least three floors - - one of which was underground. It offered private rooms for girls to dance behind glass for the customers, the main bar with lounge and dance floor, private sections for lap dances, and the 'hotel' rooms. In reality they were for customers looking to screw the girls. The money paid for the room legally only covered the room, but everyone knew it also covered their girl of choice for the night… It was a way to offer prostitution with complete anonymity. You'd never been in the third floor rooms before, but you knew well enough not to go poking around or begging to be let in there… The girls who came back after a night in those rooms were sometimes left bloody and bruised…
After your dance you moved onto waitressing. It didn't offer nearly the same amount of tips as dancing did and often came with more touching from the men, but it was something at least… some more dimes in your pockets… You were only able to serve two drinks – receiving three pinches on your backside and a caress of your thigh in the process – before your shift ended. You very nearly skipped to the back room to gather your belongings. You didn't own much. Basic clothes, a few accessories and of course a laptop and some other gadgets. You threw your clothes on and the rest of your belongings, and earnings for the day, into your rucksack before turning to leave. You barely took a step towards the door before you heard your name being called. Damn it… Just keep moving… A few of the girls – some of which you had a sneaking suspicion weren't of age – looked in your direction, their gaze silently asking why you weren't responding. You just had to pretend you didn't hear the voice of The Madame, or notice the girl's stares. You were so close… Just had to get passed the security and through the back door…
"(Name)." The same annoyingly shrill voice said, its owner catching your arm just before you could pass through the doors. The Madame was a middle-aged French woman, her hair slowly greying and face a little too plastic looking.
"Oh, Madame, what is it?" you asked, pretending to be surprised.
"You've got a client." She said, happiness in her tone. "Someone took a liking to you and requested a private dance." Her slowly balding eyebrows wriggled and she grinned widely.
"Ah, but my shift ended." The Madame held up a large wad of cash – there was probably three or four thousand dollars – and pulled less than a third out of it and slipped that small portion into your bag.
"He is very wealthy." She said. You sighed,
"Okay…" you tried not to grumble.
The Madame had offered you an even skimpier outfit than you had already been wearing for the private dance. The material was so thin you thought your bare skin would be enough to break it. Though it was nicer than most of your other clothes. It sparkled and shimmered in the dancing lights. The Madame must have wanted to impress this man a lot… You drew the thick curtains back and entered the private room. The floor walls and ceiling were all a deep shade of red, which were brightened by the low hanging chandelier that spread bright golden light over the room. There was a plush couch along one wall, black in colour, and another seat in the middle, currently filled by your customer.
The man looked familiar… His dark raven hair and bright green eyes - - that looked blue in some light - - it was all so familiar… you just couldn't place it… Oh well, he was just another man with a familiar looking face.
"No touching…" you said as you confidently crossed the room.
"I wouldn't dare." He teased with a smirk. He seemed different… and, almost interesting… Far more attractive than the old, desperate men who usually walked into the club… You made your way over to him, which was when you noticed the gold pin on his shirt. It was the same as the man you had danced for earlier in the night… The VIP… You were surprised he liked you that much… Scabby bastard only offered you a twenty when you were on the floor…
You gently ran your hands over his shoulders, ensuring you were bent over enough to show off your cleavage. Then he did something you didn't expect. He leaned forwards and gently licked up one breast and continuing to your collarbone.
"Uh-uh, sweetie." You said, running your finger over his lips. "No touching." You whispered again, running your hands through his slicked back black hair. He hummed softly as you climbed atop him, your hips hotly rubbing against his body. You flicked your hair and arched your back so your breasts were once again on show. The man so desperately wanted to touch you, his hands barely an inch from your body as they moved around you. You sat up straight, hips and body rolling against him,
"I've heard that some girls offer extra services." He said.
"Oh?" you said, feigning surprise. Of course they did. The higher rated girls were required to screw the wealthier patrons, which is why you had never moved up in the ranks.
"Don't play coy with me…" he said, running a hand through your hair gently. Usually they would have had their hand slapped away, but this man was different. You almost wanted him to touch you…
"You don't like games?" you asked innocently, though your words were laced with sexual innuendo. "I do." You gingerly pressed your lips against his before pulling back a little, leaving him wanting. You then also ran your hands over his crotch, noting how hard his member was… or still was. He hadn't had enough time to relieve himself before the dance… did he? He groaned softly at your touch. You pumped him softly – something you usually wouldn't do – and even teased him by placing the fabric covered tip against your entrance.
"I like games, but only when I am the one in control." He said. You smiled sweetly,
"Well sorry darling… I don't play those kinds of games…" you said, pulling away. "Your time is up." You laced your arms around his shoulders and offered him one last peck on the lips before you stood and turned, ready to go back to the front and leave for the night.
"You have played those kinds of games. I know for certain you have, otherwise my brother would not have a child. Your child." You froze dead. What? Brother? Oh fuck. "So you will play my game. Otherwise I will tell Thor and all of SHIELD where you are." You turned back to him, daggers in your eyes. He had already started walking towards you; his long, slender arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you to him. "Play my game, and I will give you enough money so you will never have to worry about SHIELD finding you. You will live in luxury without fear of being found..." His free hand slipped to your womanhood, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. You bit your tongue. What else could you do…? There was no other option…
"Fine…" You mumbled.
"Good girl." He said, kissing your neck. A shudder ran through your body, forcing a muffled moan from your throat. Loki chuckled and breathed in deeply, probably smelling your hair. "The fact that such a simple thing could make you moan is intriguing…" You could sense the smile on his face. Again he pressed his member against your body, causing him to groan in need again. Why did the idea of pleasing him make you happy…? Thor had told you stories of his younger brother; how he probably shouldn't be trusted, how he manipulates and bends people to his will… So why? Why did the prospect of Loki enthuse you so much? Usually when a man touched you, you felt dirty… But now, even with Loki's hand down your pants and sucking on your neck, you felt… clean… normal… You felt like you could actually deal with the idea of having sex with him… You wanted him…
From his movements, his painfully slow movements, you could tell he was only teasing you; warming you up for the main event. Even though you knew that, it didn't stop your body from wanting to release.
"L-Loki…" you stuttered, rocking your hips forwards into his hand. He hummed softly and squeezed your breast. You were so close… He hadn't even put anything inside of you yet, he was just teasing you clit, and you could barely control yourself… Suddenly he pulled away and backed off, taking a seat on the plush red lounge. You felt cold, the building tension slowly dissipating.
"Touch yourself." He ordered. You bent over and rested one arm on the chair, using the other to enter your flimsy panties and begin touching yourself. You hadn't realised how wet you were until your fingers found your womanhood. You turned your face to him, wanting to see what, if anything, your actions were doing to him. Did you turn him on? Was he amused? Or was he just taking the piss out of you and laughing at how desperately you wanted to be fucked…? Your eyes widened when you caught sight of him. His eyes were locked firmly on you, filled with lust and desire as he thrust slightly into the air, probably using the pressure of his pants to stimulate himself, while using one hand to tease and rub the tip. You slipped one finger inside of yourself, timing it with his movements. God… again you were starting to lose it… You whimpered and moaned, your eyes never once leaving Loki. It wasn't right… Your finger was too slender in comparison to his member… You needed him… For the first time in six years you needed to be fucked.
"Strip tease for me." He said, resorting to stroking his manhood through the material of his pants with both hands. You stifled a sigh and reluctantly removed your fingers. He was such a difficult customer! Why make either of you wait this long when you both so desperately wanted it?! You went straight to work slowly removing the few articles of clothes you were wearing, not wanting to take any longer than necessary. You swayed your hips to the motion of the music filtering through from the main room, taking steps forwards with the beat. First your breasts were exposed, twirling the bra in your hand for a moment before dropping it onto the floor. When you reached Loki, you squatted down, bouncing slightly, and ran your hands from his hips to his ankles. You turned around and slowly stood back up, his hands squeezing your backside tightly, his thumbs pressing into your lower lips through the thin fabric that remained. You pulled the ties on your hips, causing the panties to fall away. Your body was still swaying and curving to the music, but you were stopped when Loki's hands found your waist and pulled you to sit on his lap.
You hadn't realised Loki had lowered his pants until you felt his sizable manhood pass your lower lips and enter you. Unable to hold back the screaming moan, you let it out. Yes… Yes that was what you wanted… Loki moaned loudly, and your entire body almost went limp when he began forcing your hips to move along his length. It was pure ecstasy… Over the years your womanhood had remained untouched, you had almost completely forgotten the feeling of a man within you. You spread your legs a little wider and rose onto the balls of your feet so you could move up and down faster on him. You could vaguely hear him moaning your name, which turned you on even more.
"Loki!" you groaned softly as he began to buck up against you. Without warning, Loki lifted you up - - something you had not expected from him considering his slender appearace - - before gently placing you onto the lounge. Your head, shoulders and hands were planted deeply into the cushion, your hips high in the air with one knee on the couch and the other leg outstretched to help support your body. This allowed Loki to re-enter you and pound into you with more ferocity than before. Moans erupted from your mouth and you clung tightly to the faux leather. "D-Don't cum in me." You begged, barely able to speak. You were close, and from the swelling of his manhood, you could tell he was as well.
"Are you sure?" he asked, running his hand down your back to gather a handful of hair to pull your head back towards him. God it felt good… "You don't want me to cum in you?" he whispered into your ear.
"I-I…" you whimpered. You did… You so did… "I do. Please…"
"Please what?"
"Please cum in me…" his nails dug into your hips as he tried to hold onto his remaining composure. You however were reduced to little more than a panting, moaning dog that couldn't hold on once she reached her peak. Your head rolled back and mouth fell open, a loud moan resonating from your chest. Loki slammed into you one last time, his member throbbing in your constricting womanhood.
Breathing, louder than the music outside, filled the room. He had literally fucked you senseless. You couldn't hear or feel anything other than the straining groans of Loki as he filled you, and the pleasure that came with it… However the feeling of being filled - - with both his manhood and seed - - soon disappeared. Something was odd… it was almost as if… You glanced back as he pulled out of you; sliding a filled condom off of his manhood soon after. When did he put that on?!
"When did you-,"
"You are a fertile human. The fact it only took a few tries with Thor means that once with me would be more than enough to get you pregnant. I have no interest in more children."
"Then why didn't you tell me?" you growled, feeling embarrassed from the way you had acted.
"Please, a woman begging for a man to fill her with his seed? There is little that could surmount that pleasurable thought." He was right… Just the idea of him releasing inside of you drove you crazy… He threw the used condom in a bin before pulling his clothes back on. By that time your body had completely given in and you had collapsed into a mound on the lounge, your own arousal dripping down your leg. Loki was the first man in over six years to fuck you… You were still a disgusting monster… You were a despicable person… You were… suddenly really tired… The last thing you heard before passing out was Loki soft chuckle, and the gentle feel of his hand running through your hair.
Okay, so I asked you all, and you told me what you wanted. Here is the continuation of the story~! There will be more to come!
Please tell me what you thought about this all though. I do promise that this will get much better very quickly, but as the title suggests, Reader-chan has to learn to trust and learn to give herself to another person again XD