Loki x Bucky x Reader

Loki x reader

    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.

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.