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Mutual Pining

Y/N and Loki had been working alongside the avengers for a while now. Y/N joined around a week after Loki. From the moment Loki laid his eyes on her, he knew he wanted her. When he first heard her speak, he knew he wanted to hear her moan.

Loki was given the task of training y/n. Whilst he loved to watch the sweat drip from her overworked body, he knew it did nothing to help his self control. Whenever she was sparring with him, Loki would feel like he was in a trance. The lightest touch from her would send him almost charging out of the room trying to hide his growing erection. She looked like a goddess.

Despite y/n's innocent demeanour, she knew what she was doing. She was aware of Loki's eyes on her whenever she'd be doing the most mundane of tasks. She'd notice the hairs on Loki's arm stand erect at her subtle touches. She would feel Loki's grip tighten ever so slightly onto her when he had her back to his chest. The way his breath would hitch when she'd lean in to whisper something in his ear. She was very perceptive.

The sexual tension between y/n and Loki was obvious. The rest of the team noticed the change in his personality when he was talking to her. He'd go from being mostly silent to winking and smiling when she was around. The mute God would often tell jokes in her presence just to watch her laugh and this was something everyone noticed. Y/N would change too. If she was sitting down, she'd usually stand and start to busy herself with a task like washing or cleaning in the hopes that his eyes would follow her. If she was wearing a hoodie over her top, she'd usually unzip it especially when she was sitting opposite Loki. In these situations, she'd unzip her hoodie just enough to expose her cleavage and then she'd lean forwards hoping he'd sneak a risky glance.

When it came to missions, Y/N and Loki were inseparable. They'd always sit together on the quintet. Exit together. Fight together. They always had each others backs, they were the perfect duo. Being on missions together also gave them the opportunity for more physical contact whether it be Loki lifting y/n to kick someone in the face or her holding onto him whilst they teleported to safety. If one of them ever got hurt, the other wouldn't leave their side. Sometimes Loki would find himself allowing someone to impale him during a mission. He knew it wouldn't really hurt him, it'd just be a graze, but he yearned for y/n's company. He craved her company. He desired to smell her sweet perfume. He ached to feel the sensation of her hands caressing his cheek, his shoulders, him. He was hungry for her.

As much as Loki longed for y/n, she also had her own battle with concupiscence. The way Loki's hooded eyes would soften at her arrival and not leave her ignited something deep within her. The way he'd slightly lean into her neck when she'd plump the pillows behind his head made her weak in the knees. The way his cheeks would slightly heat up as she gently stroked them would make her heart skip a beat. The way his eyes would close whenever she'd message his shoulders. Made her imagine his reaction if she delved lower. The way Loki's expression would beg her to stay whenever she'd make any move signalling her departure would leave her with a throbbing sensation in her core. She was starving for him.

Their mutual pining would often leave them both feeling amorous. When in the comfort of his own room, Loki would often free himself by removing his trousers and undergarments revelling in the feeling of the heaviness of his erect cock. He'd lightly stroke it beginning to think about her. Her here on his bed, naked, completely at his mercy begging him to fuck her. Applying more pressure to his strokes, he'd imagine himself in her mouth whilst she's gagging and swallowing his cum. Feeling chills spreading across his abdomen and groin caused by his building pressure, he'd imagine how it would feel thrusting deeply into her. Her walls contracting around his hardened cock. Her hands caressing his shoulders. The smell of her perfume. Feeling his muscles beginning to tighten, his back slightly arch snd his pelvis involuntary thrusting forward, Loki would often cum with a groan and y/n's name slipping breathlessly from his lips. He desperately wanted to be between her thighs.

Once in the comfort of her room, y/n would find herself dimming the lights before getting undressed and laying in her bed. She'd start off by messaging her breasts and playing with her hardened nipples. She'd imagine how it'd feel if Loki was laying above her right now, kneading her chest. After a while, she'd allow her hand to drift lower. Teasing her clit, she'd think about how it'd feel if her finger was replaced by Loki's tongue. Needing more. Needing to feel full, she'd let her fingers enter her core. Pushing them in and out, her mind would be on Loki. The thought of his manhood stroking her entrance as he positioned his body above hers capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. The thought of feeling him entering her, filling her, was enough for y/n to reach her orgasm. She came with a moan and Loki's name escaping her lips. She desperately wanted to feel him between her thighs.

The morning Tony announced that he was hosting a party on Saturday, cheers and celebratory praises could be heard from the common room. The team were no strangers to an infamous 'Starky' - Stark Party as he would say. Any party hosted by the one and only Tony Stark would involve, alcohol, sex, laughter and a splitting headache the next day. Hearing the news of the party, Loki knew that this would be his chance. His chance to finally, intimately touch her, taste her, feel her.