Avengers One-Shots

Blackfrost (Smut) Part 1

Natasha x Loki

It was a beautiful evening. 

A soft, rhythmic humming made by the air-conditioning filled the atmosphere as Loki and Natasha lay on the bed, one wrapped around the other. The god peered down at the assassin, who was fast asleep, her arms locked around his bare torso. A smile crept onto his face as he brushed her red hair out of her face. Soon, her eyes fluttered open as her own green eyes bore into his. 

“Hello, darling.” his voice held a slight rasp as he gently brushed his finger against her cheek. Natasha smiled as she sat up, straddling Loki. 

“Hey, sleepyhead. What do you wanna do today?” Nat asked, as she played with the elastic of Loki’s sweatpants. The ginger-haired assassin slipped her thumb under the fabric, and lifted it up, before letting go. The faint sound of the elasting slapping his pale skin echoed slightly in their room. 

Night was slowly falling, the sky fading from a brilliant burst of red and orange to a navy blue that wrapped around the whole city. Street lights started to slowly flicker on, as cars steadily throttled down the roads. Civilians squeezed past others on the narrow pavement, wanting to reach their destination. The bustling nightlife of New York was about to begin. 

“Oh I’m the sleepyhead? You were the one sleeping, darling.” Loki smirked, his voice low and husky, as his lips were near her ear, sending slight shivers down Nat’s spine. His emerald eyes shone with mischief, as he reached down into her shorts. His cold hands enveloped her cheeks as a slight moan escaped her mouth. His smirk grew wider. 

“That’s how you wanna play, huh? Alright, I’ll play with you, then.” The assassin’s voice lowered a few octaves, reaching somewhere close to his voice. Her delicate hands snaked around his hips and went at a teasingly slow pace around his pelvis. Loki gritted his teeth as his hands instinctively gripped her cheeks tighter, tight enough to bruise. His long black hair was sprawled out against his back, tickling it when the god threw his head back and shut his eyes in pure pleasure when Natasha dipped her hands down further into his boxers, wrapping her hands around his member. 

This elicited a breathy moan from him. “Darling, you do not want to go there,” Loki warned, an eyebrow raised as he regained control of his emotions. 

“Don’t I?” she asked, smirking as she stared back challengingly at the god. 

“That’s it.” Loki growled as he flipped himself over, Natasha along with him. She ended up falling onto the bed with a grunt, and her hands slipped free of Loki’s pants. He was now on top of her, both hands propping him up to cage the assassin lying beneath him. Their legs were intertwined to keep Nat from moving. A sweet smile appeared on Nat’s face while Loki gave a playful grin back.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we?” his voice had reached a low whisper as his breath fanned against Natasha’s neck. Without much more hesitation, he bit down on her neck, and a strangled moan came out of the assassin. Loki kept biting and licking as Natasha’s back arched off the bed, crinkling the sheets in the process. Once he was done, a dark red mark was left there, standing proudly in contrast with her pale skin. She was panting for air as she gazed into his teal eyes. 

However, Loki forgot one detail. Natasha was an assassin, and you can never hold an assassin down for long. 

She smirked, and with one swift move, she managed to flip him over, and she resumed her previous position of straddling him. Loki gasped. He was out of moves — someone had to give in soon, and he knew who would. 

He would. 

A rosy blush coated his face as Natasha pulled off his pants and boxers, his creamy white legs full on display. The cool breeze from the air-conditioning hit his body, and an evident shiver was seen. “Not so confident now, are we?” Her voice was soft, but was coated with smugness and triumph. She had managed to top him — again. 

Loki averted her gaze and looked out of the window. He always tried to act tough, when actually he was a major softie on the inside. Suddenly, two cool fingers rested on his face and pushed his head back to face Natasha. “Don’t look away, look at me.” 

Loki obediently stared back at her. She had now discarded her singlet top and shorts, and was left in her lacy underwear. Once again, Natasha’s quick moves left him tied up — hands tied with the headboard with sturdy rope. Even his magic couldn’t get him out of this one. A shy smile made its way to his face and Natasha couldn’t help but give him a warm smile back. However, it quickly turned mischievous when she wrapped her hand around his member and stroked it quickly and continuously, leaving him a moaning, babbling mess. His eyes flew shut, pleasure overwhelming him as his back arched off the bed. 

“P-Please…” he begged, his green eyes glazed over, silently pleading for more. With a knowing smirk, Natasha knew she had won. She always won. 

Repeatedly, Natasha stroked his member, but then when Loki’s face twisted with pleasure, she knew he was reaching his climax, so she gripped the base of his cock and prevented his release. A whine left his lips as his pleading eyes made eye contact with Natasha’s. 

“Not just yet, baby. We still have lots to do,” she broke out into a grin.