Friends with Benefits

2

"Fuckkk, yesss, yesss." You screamed, nails digging into Thors shoulders as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"Such a good little harlot, are you close?" He spoke condescending, ploughing into you.

"Mhmmm." You hummed in response, feeling yourself nearing the edge. Just as you we're about to cum, Thors bedroom door swung open causing you to quickly pull the cover over yourself when Thor sat up, quickly sheathing himself.

"Whoa, whoa, sorry, I'm looking for the bathroom." Bucky slurred, peering into the dark room illuminated by the light now streaming in "oh hey y/n." He waved.

"Bucky get out!" You yelled, holding the duvet to your neck.

"I'm going I'm going." He insisted, turning to leave the room before he turned back around. "Oh yeah Thor, that broad from the other campus is here, says she wants to see ya." Bucky chuckled.

Your eyes widened as you took in Buckys words. Thor, only wearing jeans angrily stood up and pushed him out before slamming the door shut and slowly turning to face you. You tried to keep your expression stern but the trembling of your bottom lip failed you.

"What? What does he mean?" You questioned, sitting up, still with the duvet in your tight clutches.

"Nothing darling, he's drunk." Thor smiled, walking towards you as you sniffled, moving further away from him when he sat on the bed.

"I don't believe you." You uttered, shaking your head as you sniffled.

"Even if there is another girl from another campus out there, I'm here with you." He tried to reason, running his hand over your exposed ankle making you quickly move it upwards, under the covers. "Y/n."

"No." You sobbed "you bastard! You said I was yours, that you loved me!"

"Yes, as a friend." He quickly clarified leaving you feeling as if you had been stabbed.

"Argh, I can't believe you." You scoffed, picking up your top and quickly putting it on.

"Y/n don't go." Thor pleaded as you stood up, pulling your skirt that had ridden up down.

"Fuck you." You spat, picking up your underwear from the floor and putting them on under your skirt.

"That's your job." He grinned causing you to knit your brows in frustration. "Pleaseee." He begged, loosely holding your hand as you made your way around the bed and towards the door.

"Go and fuck that bitch from the other campus." You snapped, dragging your hand from his grip before quickly wiping your face and leaving.

Stepping out of Thors room, you were met by bright lights, a plethora of people who were either dancing, drinking or popping some sort of pill and loud music. You made your way over towards the kitchen where there were different drinks on the side but feeling overfamiliar considering this was Thors flat, you opened the fridge and took one of the chilled beers. Before you could shut the fridge, someone was on the other side shutting it for you.

"What are you doi—y/n" Loki smiled, closing the fridge, ready to confront the intruder before he sighted you holding a beer that in your hand. His smile dropped when he took in your eyes that looked slightly puffy and your smudged mascara. "Are you alright?" He asked.

"Fine." You answered, handing him your beer. Taking it, Loki opened it with his teeth before handing it back to you. "Thanks."

"Are you sure?" He pried as you began to walk away.

"Your brother is such a prick." You fumed.

"I know." Loki agreed.

"He treats me as if I'm not even a person and I just except it like a fucking idiot and end up getting upset." You rambled, taking a sip of the beer as your voice began to break.

"You're not an idiot." Loki assured, standing in front of you as you sat on the counter.

"No, I'm a fucking idiot." You huffed.

"You aren't a fucking idiot." He chuckled lightly as you took another sip of your beer. Swallowing, a small smile spread across your face. "What?" Loki smiled coyly.

"I just don't ever really hear you swear." You smiled, reaching forwards and running your hand through Lokis hair. "And you've changed your hair." You giggled, seeing Lokis hair with a slight parting in it as opposed to being slicked back as it usually was. Loki wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and purr as you stroked his hair but he couldn't, he had to stay strong.

"Well I do swear." He smirked "and yes, I thought I'd change it up a bit."

"I prefer it how it was." You answered, combing it backwards with your fingers as you leant forwards. Loki closed his eyes knowing his trousers would tighten if he peaked down the exposed valley of your top plus he had more respect for you than to just stare at your breasts as you played with his hair regardless of how temping it was "there, all better."

"T-thank you." He spoke, clearing his throat when he opened his eyes seeing your face still close to his. Your eyes settled on one another's for a few moments as you smiled proudly at your work.

"There you are." Thor interrupted, stepping into the kitchen causing Loki to quickly step away from you.

"Leave me alone." You spoke bitterly, looking away from Thor as he stood between your legs, turning your face towards him again.

"A peace offering." He countered, raising his hand and exposing the joint he had in it as well as a lighter. Your pout soon turned into a smile as Thor placed it between your lips before lighting the end. Loki tore his gaze away from you and Thors rather intimate moment that seemed to pass in slow motion for him. From the corner of his eye, he watched as you inhaled before removing the joint from your mouth and exhaling, only to repeat the same action, taking another drag only this time when you exhaled, Thor pressed his lips to yours before your lips moved against one another's.

"Am I forgiven?" Thor spoke, forehead resting against yours.

"No." You grinned, pushing him away with your hand on his chest causing Loki to bite his lip, stifling a laugh.

"Loki" you called, offering him the joint.

"Loki doesn't sm—" Thor began before Loki accepted your offer, repeating the motion he just watched you do. Inhaling and then exhaling, biting down a cough that tried to escape him. Once he was finished, he handed it back to you. Frightened that he was going to expose himself for how much of an inexperienced smoker he was, he darted out of the kitchen to cough whilst Thor settled back between your thighs, placing the palms of his hands on them as he looked at you. "Fine, don't forgive me, just come and dance." He insisted.

"Fineee." You sighed, hopping off of the kitchen counter and heading towards the living room with Thor where most of the guests were. He placed his hands on your hips as you both danced. Loki, who was currently downing a beer, watched you both, clenching and unclenching his jaw. Thor didn't deserve you.