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LokixReader Fic
Chapter One
Hi. My name is Y/N Stark and I live at Avengers Tower with my brother Tony and the rest of the Avengers. I love my life here, but I’m missing one thing. A boyfriend. My brother teases me about being single, and keeps trying to set me up with his friends, but I’m waiting for the right person. I’m sitting in my room getting dressed when the alarm for an intruder goes off. I jump out of bed wearing only my lacy nightgown and run to the meeting room. Before I can get there, I am stopped in my tracks by the hottest man I have ever seen.
“Why hello there darling.” The man says, walking up to me.
“H-h-h-hi.” I stuttered back, my heart beating furiously.
“Well darling, you'll do quite nicely, come along.” The man turned on his heel and left and I scrambled after him. I knew that I probably shouldn’t be following a stranger, but my brain could only process my need to be as close to him as possible. He took my arm and his touch set my whole body on fire. I let him lead me through a portal, not thinking of anything but my desire and the wetness between my thighs. We stopped in a big room with a huge bed, and a linking bathroom. After I took in the room, I looked back at the man. He was staring at me, his eyes raking over my body hungrily.
“I am Loki of Asgard.” He said. Suddenly my brain put the pieces together. The intruder alert, the Loki that my brother fought in New York last year. As if he could see the recognition in my face, his smile grew wider, and more wicked. “Welcome to Asgard Y/N Stark. I’m sure you’ll find your stay very enjoyable.” He strode closer to me and I was frozen, my gaze fixed on the ground. I knew who he was, and what he had done, and yet the pool of heat in my stomach had yet to cease. He put one finger underneath my chin and lifted my head up. His green orbs looked me up and down again, before he left me alone in the room, the sound of a lock clicking behind him.
Chapter 2
I had no idea how much time had passed. I had taken to lying on the bed. I didn’t understand the heat in my stomach that hadn’t dissipated yet. I wished that Loki had left me something to wear, other than this nightgown. My nightgown was much more scandalous than I usually wear but all my other ones were in the wash.
I heard the door beginning to unlock and quickly stood up to see who it was, and maybe request some more appropriate clothes. Loki walked into the room. The second I saw him the heat intensified. They way he was looking at me, pupils blown, it was as if he could tell. The inside of my thighs became more damp as we stood there. Finally he started walking towards me at an agonizingly slow rate. He smirked, knowing he had me. I backed up quickly, until my back hit a wall. Loki stood in front of me, his hands against the wall at my shoulders, caging me in. He pressed up against me, rolling his hips into mine. I let out a little gasp. I could feel his hard member against me, pinning me to the wall. He brought his lips to mine, and barely brushed them. “You want me, don’t you.” He said, smirking. “D-d-d-d-don’t t-t-tease me!” I managed to stutter out, my brain seeming to have lost its function, only focusing on the feeling of wanting his body on mine. He smirked again saying, “I want you to say it princess. I want to hear you beg.” I blushed from head to toe. He wanted me to beg for it? But my body acted faster than my brain saying, “Please. I want you. Please.” The last please was a desperate broken whisper, which seemed enough for him as he kissed me with a fervent passion. It wasn’t soft or romantic, it was rough and unforgiving. His hand slid up to the inside of my thigh. “So wet for me already princess?” His lips caressed the shell of my ear, while his hand continued to explore my entrance. I just groaned and shifted my body forward, desperate for more contact. His other hand, the one that had still been on the wall, drifted down to the curve of my breast, touching it, caressing it, until it moved up to my shoulder, where the strap of my nightgown was. He pushed it down ever so slightly, all the while his lips and tongue and teeth on my neck, leaving marks, and his other hand making me see stars.
He twisted me around quickly pushing me onto the bed. I whimpered at the loss of contact, wanting desperately to feel his body against mine once again. The look of lust and desire in his orbs both scared me and thrilled me. I was once again shocked by the magnitude in which my traitorous body craved Loki’s. I wanted him to fill me up, and make us one, and bring me the pleasure my body was begging for. He slowly began taking off his clothes. Piece by agonizingly slow piece, until he was naked in front of me. He was huge, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have all of that inside me. He crawled onto the bed, hovering on top of me. As he slowly peeled the nightgown off me, I couldn’t help but feel bare. His eyes raked over my body, drinking in my proportions.
Needing to feel his skin on mine, I bucked my hips up. “Eager, Princess?” Loki’s voice was smooth, but he couldn’t hide the jump his cock made. “Stop teasing me.” I groaned, "please." I whimpered. "Well." Loki responded, "Since you asked so nicely." In one smooth motion he sheathed himself in my heat. The moan that followed from my mouth was barely human. Loki growled in response, moving in and out of me expertly. I gripped the sheets, quaking at the intense pleasure that was rolling through my body. After I had reached my climax again, Loki thrust in and stayed, gripping my hips as he came in my womb. I knew there would be bruises where he had gripped me, and I found myself glad if the reminder. Loki pulled out, but not before whispering in my ear, "You're mine now." He left the room with me lying on the bed, ruined, but thrilled at the idea that I would get to experience that again.
Chapter 3
The next day I sat on the bed, thinking. Loki had sent food up for me, along with a new, skimpier nightgown.
Despite this, I hadn't seen him since last night. I ached with the need to be satisfied again. All of a sudden the door opened. I quickly hopped up, hoping that it was Loki, here to pleasure me again. Instead a man that was just as hot as Loki walked in. He looked familiar to me until I realized where I had seen him before. I had seen him in the Smithsonian, in black and white photos. This was Bucky Barnes, Captain America's best friend! Who had died in action! What was he doing here? He stalked towards me, an almost predatory look in his eyes. My mind went blank. All I could think of was how much I wanted this man to claim me as his own.
He was dressed in leather, and all I could think about is how much I wanted to peel it off him. his pants were tight enough so I could see the bulge between his legs. If that was any indication, he was huge as well. His left arm caressed my bare back, and I shivered, realizing that it was made of metal. My brain was overcome with the desire to have those metal fingers inside me. His teeth went down to my shoulder, taking the strap off with his teeth. His teeth went even farther down, dragging the nightgown with him. His teeth scraped over my nipple, sending a shock to my body. I let out a small moan, my hands grasping for as much contact as possible with Bucky. A few seconds later I got my wish, as I felt his metal digits slip inside me. I writhed against his hand, unable to contain the moans escaping my mouth. The nightgown was barely hanging onto my body, it catching on Bucky's metal arm. Bucky's flesh arm came up and ripped it off my body. That intensified the heat in my stomach so much, I saw stars and came undone on his fingers.
Bucky scooped me up and laid me down on the bed on top of him. I licked down his body, removing clothes as I went, until I reached his hard cock. I took him in my mouth, eliciting a gasp from him when I swallowed around his huge member. I licked and sucked until I felt his powerful thighs tense up underneath my hands. He pushed me off him growling, "Not yet." He flipped me over, licking at my entrance, setting my body on fire again. Before I could reach climax he lined himself up with me. He pushed his enormous length into me and started thrusting quickly. The room was filled with groans, and skin slapping on skin. Before I could even comprehend what I was saying I groaned out, "Choke me– metal arm– please." His metal arm slid around my throat, squeezing hard enough for me to feel it, but not so hard that I was afraid, though I doubted I would have even been able to think over the pleasure if I was. He railed me into the bed so hard I was afraid we would break the bed. He finally came just after I did. He rolled off of me, breathing hard, still not saying anything other than the not yet from earlier. I felt the bruises that were forming around my throat and hoped they wouldn't fade.
The door opened again and Loki walked in. He saw me lying there, and smirked saying, "Enjoyed my present did you princess?"
Chapter 4
Loki walked over to me, peeling clothes off himself as he walked. He noted the ripped nightgown on the floor saying, "Very, well. You won't be needing it in the future anyway." I thought I was pleasured out, but based on what my body was feeling, I was just getting started. The heat was pooling in my stomach again, and I could feel myself getting wetter as he walked over, a look in his eye that said I would be feeling this for a while. I looked over at Bucky still lying in the bed next to me, becoming harder by the second. Then I got it. They were both going to take me. Use me. That made me so wet I reached my hand down to touch myself, unable to wait any longer. Bucky caught my wrist with his metal arm before I could get very far. He growled, and then pulled my body on top of his. I shifted until I was sliding down in his dripping member. I slowly rode him as Loki got on bed behind me. I could feel him behind me, his hard length rubbing against the bottom of my back. He pushed my hair aside and kissed down my neck, making me shiver and gasp. His hands went to the front of my body, running down my torso. I shifted my position so Bucky was taking me from behind, while I took Loki in my mouth. I came first, gasping and arching my back, my nails leaving marks in Loki's thighs. Bucky came next thrusting into me and staying there. Loki came last spilling down my throat. I swallowed it all proudly. There was intense heat all over my body, and as I looked at it, it was on fire. "Well princess, it would seem you have been overtaken by your pleasure." He was grinning, and his voice sounded far away. I felt myself slipping until all of a sudden I sat straight up. It was just a dream.