Marvel Character Oneshots

Oh, Mr President ~ loki x reader

{this story takes place in no particular timeline. you're with president loki during his presidential campaign}

His shoulders were stiff and tense. They always were.

I remembered that tautness vividly, having touched it deeply with my fingertips.

Flashes of pleasure dotted that vivid vision as I dug cavities into his back, while he enjoyed every agonising moment.

He groaned and sighed and moaned, and my stomach clenched with lust. So I pressed harder.

"What are you so lost in, darling?" His voice swept me off my feet, making me trip as I spun around.

"Nothing," I muttered quickly, eyes wide.

He inclined his head and cocked a suspicious brow at me. "Don't lie to me. I see how you present yourself to me; jaw tight, knuckles white and your thighs pressed so closely together." He smirked wonderfully, stalking towards me and drinking me in. "Tell me."

He backed me up to the wall and didn't stop when I hit it. My breath quickened.

He pushed himself against me and let a low moan grumble in his chest. My eyelids lost control, blinking furiously as my mind forcefully envisioned him making that noise on top of me.

He snatched my hands, too quick for me to dodge him, and stretched them above my head. I was too terrified and exhilarated to disobey.

His hungry eyes ate me up, searching my face, waiting impatiently for my answer.

I shook my head ever so slightly and he growled through clenched teeth, smacking me against the wall, hitting my shoulders on the brick while his mouth hovered a millimeter from my own. I gasped and breathed shallowly; my mouth ajar, wet and trembling.

"Tell me," he breathed over my face. "What's gotten your knickers in such a soaking wet twist, my darling?"

A whimper escaped me so loudly that it rang in my ears. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't possibly muster enough courage to speak.

"I own you," he snarled, his eyes fixed brazenly on mine. "Speak." His grasp tightened like a python around it's prey. My fingers were prickling with pins and needles.

"You," I gasped out.

"Address me as I so deserve!"

"You, Mr President," I corrected, my voice dropping to a moan as I glanced at his lips. "The thought of you."

His smirk widened and he chuckled. I felt the rumble vibrate across his body into mine.

"The thought of you never leaves my mind."

He gazed at me. I absorbed it and watched it change. Dark lust and satisfaction sparking into fireworks of jovial excitement and softness. His grip on my wrists loosened.

"There is not a single thought of you in my mind," he said, making me frown and my heart sink as disappointment crippled me until he added, "because there are far too many. In fact, all my thoughts are of you."

I smiled, biting down on my bottom lip. He touched his forehead to mine and closed his eyes. I followed suit.

"I haven't felt like this before," he mumbled, uncertain. "It's difficult for me to put you into words because I love you in ways I have never loved anyone else."

I snapped my head up, my heart racing faster than it ever had before. "You love me?"

His eyes were fearful and hopeful - like a child's. It reminded me of the purity behind his malevolent masquerade. The shock of that look so soon after his domineering stare of a few minutes earlier hit me like a bus.

"I do."

He let my hands down and I grasped either side of his face.

"Loki..."

"My love?"

"I love you too. You have no idea how important you are to me, and I have no idea how to explain it to you."

He chuckled. "It'll be an unspoken agreement then. Just two clueless kids." I laughed with him.

With gentle fingers, his hands snuck themselves beneath my shirt and rubbed circles on my warm skin. He sighed.

A soft smile was hooked on my lips as I gazed at him, entranced.

Slowly but surely, his longing eyes regained the mischievous glint I'd been waiting for as they roamed my face and neck. His hands slipped higher, making me shiver.

He hummed, ghosting his lips over my cheek and jaw. He reached my ear.

"You thought you were going to get out of this?"

"Of course not, Mr President," I giggled, tangling my hands in his hair.

My mouth jerked open as he bit my earlobe.

"Good," he settled on and rested his large hand in the middle of my chest. "We have a long, delirious night ahead of us, darling."

{ooh, it's been a while! but I'm (mostly) back :)}