Warrior - Lokixreader

Divides - Loki

Author Note

18+ Chapter

This chapter contains sexual content.
If you are of a sensitive disposition please don't read it
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You have been warned
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I don't know what came over me - well I do know - she did.

The ferocity in her eyes, the smell of desire radiating from between her legs filling my senses. The way she pushed down on me, grinding herself against my length and I willingly submitted to her, allowing her to do it.

A mortal having that power over a God - preposterous. Or at least I used to think so.

I could have crushed her, thrown her against a wall and be done with it. But I want her - now more than ever. I crave her touch, whether she is punching me hard in the face or running her hands across my chest delicately. She consumes me.

But Stark interrupted my chance, waltzing in like he owns the place - well I suppose he technically does but anyway, he still interrupted what could have been had we been left alone longer.

I stood slowly after she had hurriedly walked out of the room in a flushed mess. Her smell of desire still lingers in my nostrils as I stalked towards Stark. He had his usual smug look plastered across his face.

"At least you are talking now... Kinda," he shrugged.

"Stay out of this Stark! It has nothing to do with you or anyone else for that matter," I raged as I stared down at him.

I had to hold myself back from ripping his throat out and spilling his blood across his precious parquet floor for his intrusion.

I grit and bared my teeth as my frustration radiated from me, until he backed down and stood to the side to let me pass. About time you bowed to me Stark and stayed the hel out of my way.

"Are you going to clean this up?" frustrated he called out to me.

Pathetic Stark. If it wasn't for his money, he would be nothing - nothing but just another insignificant mortal waiting for me to crush him and bend him to my will.

I flicked my hand as I walked through the doors and used my magic to restore the training room to its original state - if only to keep him from scurrying off, crying to Thor about it. The last thing I needed right now was Thor pounding on my door, shouting at me to clean my mess like a petulant child.

I headed back to my room, everyone standing back out of my way as soon as they saw the look on my face.
Good - it was about time they remembered who I am.

I knew Y/N was in her room as soon as I entered my own. I could hear her shower running. I could hear her breathing heavily. She sounds just as frustrated as I am, the tension still palpable in my loins with how she made me feel.

I pressed my hand up against the wall between us, leaning close to it, imagining the sight that might befall me if I walked into her bathroom right now.

The way she would peel her sweat soaked clothes from her body, dropping them to the floor before she would step into the cold water.
The water would cascade down her hair and body causing her wet hair to stick to her skin.
My eyes would follow the glorious flow of her curves as I track the water running over her, taking in every inch of her naked body before me.
Her hands would travel up the back of her neck, gathering her hair as she lathered in that flower scented shampoo that smelled like a spring morning in a meadow.
She would then step forward under the water further to rinse her hair of the suds of soap. I could see the bubbles gently running across her back, down over her ass and legs to pool on the shower floor.
Then she would start to wash her body slowly, making sure to clean every part, thoroughly.
She would bend over starting at her feet. Her soapy, foamy hands gliding up her legs, following every dip and rise of her body. The curve of her subtle skin across her backside causing my breath to catch in my throat.
The way she'd look at me over her shoulder as I stood admiring her from afar. The look of desire smeared across her features. The heat building between her legs as she tried to get relief by pushing her thighs together.
She would then fully turn around to face me and continue washing herself.
Running her hands up and down her arms, over her breasts and nipples, taking them between her fingertips and tweaking them into those beautiful peaks.
Then she would move her hands down her stomach between her thighs as she watched me watching her.
Her eyes locked on mine as she bit her lip.
She would relish me watching her.
Her fingers, dipping between her wet, hot folds, gliding against that bundle of nerves, rubbing small circles against it.
Her mouth would grow slack as a small moan escaped her lips.
She would then push her fingers deeper, deeper inside herself, pumping slowly.
The way she would withdraw them and bring them to her lips to leisurely suck her juices from them. Never breaking eye contact with mine.
Her lips, glistening from that sweet nectar.
How I would lick every last drop from them when I couldn't control myself any longer and went to her.

Fuck!

I opened my eyes to see my fingers digging into the wall. I hadn't even realised I had pushed my hand into the plaster between our rooms, leaving a hand print there.

My cock throbbing in my other hand's grasp, as I pumped slowly up and down. I don't even remember putting my hand down into my trousers. But here I am, a quivering mess of desire as I think about everything I want to do to her.

I released myself from the restrictions of my clothes with a little magic and stood bare in my room.

I closed my eyes again thinking about the look of lust in her eyes as she would pull me closer. How I would grip on to her hips, lifting her and pounded up into that willing cunt as I pushed her against the shower wall. I could still smell her desire on me, it engulfed me as I began stroking myself again.

Something feral was awoken in me, a deep dark primal need when she attacked me. I had no intention of hurting her - ever. But I did want her throatily screaming out my name during that exquisite place between pain and pleasure that would consume us both. I would wrap my hand around that pretty little throat of hers and squeeze, just enough to make her gasp. The danger would excite her. Having a literal god holding her life in their hands - my hands. She would be dripping with wanting, gasping with the need for release.

I could almost feel her tight walls clenching around my cock, willing me to draw out every last ounce of pleasure as she comes undone around me.

And I would give it to her, over and over until she begged me to stop. I would fill her up to the brim. Dousing her insides with my seed, coating her quivering walls.
I jerked and spasmed in my hand, coating the wall as it started to crumble around my fingers where I had them pressed against the divide between us - you would think Stark could afford better building materials.

As we would come down from our high together I would lift her off me and kneel in front of her, bring her above my lips and let our combined juices run into my mouth. Savouring every last drop as I would lick her clean.

My chest heaved as I opened my eyes and looked down at my seed slowly running down the wall to pool on the floor.

What am I doing?

Look at what she has turned me into.

I flick my wrist to clean up the mess I have made of the wall and I stand listening to Y/N. Her breathing is rapid as she's panting, she... she sounds like... I think she might have just...

I push my ear against the wall to be able to hear her better. She's definitely trying to take deep breaths to calm herself. I can hear her heart beating rapidly.

Was that all just my imagination or did I - did I just enter her mind and cause her to touch herself. Was she thinking of me as she came undone around her fingers? Could she feel me grip her throat as I took her, pounding her into the wall...

Fuck...

She's turning the water off now and is padding across the room, cursing herself for what she just did.

She's putting on some clothing and getting into bed. She's exhausted, I can hear it in her breathing. If only I could wrap myself around her, holding her tightly as she fell asleep in my arms.

Soon... Soon it would all become a reality