avengers smut

[thor odinson] demigod heat

Warnings: slight daddy kink, thorxfem!reader, unprotected sex, oral sex
Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: besties it's 2021 and i am SOBBING at what i fucking wrote. pls who let me be this fucking cringy, and @/everyone in the comments y'all are included

currently in the process of rewriting this but taking away the whole idea of a heat because that's fucking stupid <3
coming 06/02/2022

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Maybe it was his height, maybe it was his muscle, maybe it was his general demeanour, but you felt safe and protected around Thor. He easily became your best friend since you joined the Avengers a year or so following his arrival, and when he didn't leave his room for the third week, you were utterly concerned.

You knocked on the door briskly, wondering if he was even in there still. When you got no reply, you called out through the door, "Thor, it's been three weeks and I haven't seen or heard anything from you."

"I-I'm sorry, Lady [y/n]. Please, I am having some trouble. Just...just, go away," he called in a stutter.

"Well, maybe I can help you if you're in trouble. I miss having you around, Thor," you responded, "Please, just let me help."

"It's just a demigod thing, [y/n]. I don't think that it's a good idea."

"I'm going to help whether you like it or not. That's what best friends are-"

Thor cut you off by opening the door. You peered up at him and your [e/c] eyes widened. His hair clung to his face and he was covered in sweat, chest moving heavily. His eyes, though red, showed emotions of lust and desire. You were somewhat frightened, though heavily intrigued. "I'm in demigod heat, [y/n]," he confessed, growling as he pulled you into his room.

You were without a doubt the most innocent member of the Avengers, this observed from being with them for quite some time. You didn't understand the dirty jokes unless they were explained to you, and you had never been in an extremely sexual relationship. Sure, you had participated in foreplay, but nothing beyond that. "What's demigod heat?" you asked with your head tilted slightly as you bit your plump bottom lip. You twirled at the ends of your [h/c] hair.

"God, [y/n], you're killing me," Thor groaned, backing you up into the wall. Though somewhat scared at his towering figure, you were oddly aroused by such dominance. "Demigod heat is an intense lust that occurs for a week a month, and our senses heighten. For me, I am not usually sexually active, so it has been drawn out for three weeks. I can sense that you're turned on, [y/n]. I don't want to pressure you into this, but in order for me to rid of my heat, I need to engage in sexual activity."

Your breath hitched in your throat at how close he was to you. "Thor, I want to help, just....I've... I haven't been sexually active for...God, I don't even know how long, now. I just...I don't want you to hurt me," you confessed, averting your gaze to the floor. You felt his large hand place itself on your cheek and tilt your head upwards, your gaze meeting one another.

"You don't have to, [y/n]. I won't pressure you into it, but you won't see me for another couple of weeks until I'm sure that I'm not in heat."

You had no idea what came over you. In a surge of confidence, you reached your arms up and wrapped them around his neck. You jumped up, legs wrapped tight around his waist and face inches apart. "I want to help," you murmured. The gap between your faces grew smaller until you eventually connected your lips hungrily. Thor groaned at the unexpected movement, and soon the kiss grew into a sex-driven make-out session. His hands on your hips to hold up your smaller body, he pressed you against the wall for support. His mouth detached from your lips and kissed down your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses. Shivers washed through your body, feeling suppressed sensations long forgotten. Thor closed his mouth around an area of skin and sucked at it, causing moans to slip past your lips. He smiled into your neck and continued to suck, nip and bite at your neck until reaching a specific spot, where you gasped and moaned louder than before. "How'd that feel, baby?" he asked, mouth hovering over the spot.