This. Here and Now. With You. {NSFW Thor x GodofDesire!Reader}
Wordcount: 2693 Requested by: Anonymous Summary: You find yourself with a strange craving that must be sated. Warnings: Contains sexy-speak.
This was not a situation that you were usually in. Being among other gods - it was tedious work. It was a forum full of egos and you already had enough of one on your own, thank you very much. Not to mention the fact that you had a quarrel with Aphrodite since she was born, essentially. Her self-centeredness, her vanity, it was enough to make you angry. The two of you had been in competition since, and it was your first time seeing her in well over a century. You caught her eye and stuck your tongue out at her. She huffed, tossed her hair over her shoulder, and went back to flirting with some second-rate God. You had half a mind to steal him from her. But there are plenty of fish in the sea. Bigger, and more beautiful fish.
You felt a calling to leave, to get some fresh air, and so you stepped out under the heavens, wondering once more why you were here. Your opinion never carried much weight around here. They saw you as … well, nothing other than the embodiment of desire. And like it was simply nothing more than a party trick.
You went over to the balustrade, leaning over and looking out upon the skies. From atop ‘Mount Olympus’, as they called it still, you could see all of Greece, the people like ants. Most of them didn’t believe in you, or the others up here anymore.
There was only one that they believed in -
You felt a sharp pain in your back as the thought of Thor came to mind. Your eyebrows knitted together and you turned your head to see what had struck you, but merely saw a shimmering sort of effect. It was familiar, though you couldn’t quite concentrate on why. The pain began to abide, but another feeling started to rise up. You knew this one well. Desire.
Though it was something that you often spread onto others, almost like an infection as some had put it, you felt a healthy dose of it yourself at all times. You saw someone beautiful, you desired them, you had them. That was usually all that there was to it.
But right now, you weren’t seeing anyone. You were just thinking of them. A name, passing across your mind - Thor. The God that everyone believed in, thanks to his work on Earth. Saving the world from alien threats. He was worshipped, he was adored, he was missed every time that he went elsewhere, and the tabloids absolutely loved him. There was a juicy quiz in a teen magazine, which Avenger is your soulmate? Much to your amusement, you had gotten Thor. So maybe the thought of him hadn’t been too far from your mind as of late. But this heat that went through your body, how you felt feverish - that was not always an effect that came over you.
Normally your desire was confident. It showed itself in the way that your hips moved when they walked. How heads turned towards you, no matter where you went. But it didn’t feel that way now. It felt like something was trying to take you over. Electricity thrumming through your veins - uncontrolled. Your hand went to your chest at first, feeling the familiar flush of your skin, the quick beating of your heart.
It had to be Aphrodite.
The bitch was playing a trick on you.
But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing, now that you thought about it. There was nothing wrong with desire. But you’d be damned if you let her pick who you would feel it over. Who you would use it on.
You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes once more, picturing HIM in your mind’s eye.
“Come to me, Thor.” Your voice came out like a siren’s song, dancing on the wind, travelling far to find its target. You had this feeling, this burning inside of your stomach, a knowing that he would come.
And he did. Landing before you with a stroke of lightning and the rumblings of thunder.
And oh, he landed. Full superhero landing, one knee crouched to the ground, the other bulging through the tight trousers that he was wearing. That calf alone that you wanted to run your hands over. Then up to the chest, the muscles being able to be seen through his clothing, the cape, the glorious hair.
“Desire,” He said, raising an eyebrow at you. And his face - those LIPS. Zeus, you wanted to lick those lips, nibble them. But you forced yourself to look into his eyes.
“Yes I do,” You purred. “And it’s strange, isn’t it? I influence desire. I don’t usually do it. Something is going on and I think it involves us both.”
He was looking a little hot under the collar now that he was here. A little pained, even. His hand went to his back as he stood up to his full height - towering over you. It didn’t make you feel small. It made you feel vulnerable in the most delicious way.
“Never did trust anyone here,” Thor admitted. “Especially not Zeus.”
“Brains and brawn. A dangerous combination,” You said, slinking closer to him. “I almost thought about not calling you over but - I know you enjoy a good quest. We can get .... down and dirty into the investigation of why someone would want us together. Why someone would use Eros’s little bow and even smaller arrows to bring us here-“
“You think his arrows are small?” Thor asked. It was a fair question - they were subtle but they were long, to make sure that they pierced through armor, through clothing, through skin, sometimes through bone. Depending on how deep he wanted to make the desire. Yes, there were different levels.
“Compared to your hammer?” You said, lifting a finger to stroke down the handle of the hammer that he was still holding. He flinched, but didn’t deny you the pleasure. “Everything is small, Thor.”
“Fair,” Thor muttered. “You might have put us both in danger, bringing me here.”
“True, but better you know about the danger than remain ignorant somewhere it can find you anyway,” You hummed, fingers playing at his fist now. “If someone is after us, the where isn’t important, is it? At least here - with the knowledge - we have some control. We have some leverage. We know what to ....” Your eyes roamed his body then went back up to his eyes. ”-Look for.”
He huffed slightly, looking around, and you couldn’t help yourself. You put your hand on his jaw, focused his attention back down to you.
“They’re not gonna be stupid, honey, and be out in the open. Maybe we can lure them out.”
“How?” He asked, his eyes - though a cold blue - felt warm as they met yours. Oh, he was sweating. Getting hot under the collar. You moved in closer to him. Kept your hand against the bristle of his blonde facial hair.
“Give them what they want,” You whispered, your tongue flicking out to just touch at your bottom lip. “Maybe they wanted a show, nothing more. Won’t know unless we try.” You cocked your hip slightly. “What’s the harm in that, hmm? Having a good time?”
He looked around suspiciously again, his eyes wandering before inevitably finding their way back to you.
“It’s not the worst idea,” He said. With a smirk, you nodded, and a few tugs of rope later, you were naked, your already barely-hanging-on clothing now pooling around your ankles. Lifting one of your legs, bending it at the knee, you leaned against Thor, as if you were in the middle of a dance. His cheeks grew pink - no - red - darker than the cape that was around his shoulders. He was trying not to ogle. Cute.
“Don’t you feel cumbersome in all of that gear?” You cooed. “All this armor must get pretty heavy. Then again, you do very clearly have the muscles to hold it all up. Still - let me relieve you, just a little.”
You pressed on the snaps that released the cape, which went billowing dramatically to the ground. It joined your own garments, and hopefully, his.
“There, step one,” You said, keeping your eyes on his as you now started to feel the grooves in his armor. The straps that kept it up. And one by one, with a very talented flick of the wrist, you managed to disarm him.
His hand tightened around the hammer, as if for comfort - but you knew better than that. It was frustration. Sexual frustration was building. You could see it in the way that his veins started popping in his arms.
“You don’t even have to put that down,” You assured. “Even if I can think of something I’d rather you hold…”
He broke then. It was a wonder it took him so long. Must be the God in him.
You could use a little God in you, hardy har har.
He dropped Mjolner onto the ground - it hitting your clothes so there was no way you were going to be able to get them back on unless he lifted it again. One hand went to your waist and the other to your neck as he pressed his lips hungrily to yours. Warm. Slightly wet. Oh, the man used his chapstick, that much was evident from the softness of his lips while everything else felt so hard.
You moaned into it, your hand trailing to his behind, now that there wasn’t a cape in the way. You squeezed at that ass, firm like an apple. A small groan, and then a huff, came out of the large man, his breath causing heat on your lips. He was so - hot.
And so were you.
The desire was strong.
It was burning.
It was unnatural.
“Just - one minute,” He breathed. “Then we’ll find out what’s going on-“
‘Lure them out,” You purred, nibbling on his bottom lip. “Give them a damn good show.”
He groaned into the kiss once more, and then his hands started to wander over your garments, trying to find an entrance in - and as soon as he did, he started fondling every bit of flesh he could possibly touch.
The time for words was over, as was the time for thinking logically. You gave in to the strong feelings of love and lust that muddled together like paints on a canvas, and you two created your own art. Over and over again, your body like clay beneath his hands, molding into what he found the most attractive.
That was one of your greatest strengths. You could simply become what was wanted in the moment, to not only influence desire but to become what they were thinking, what they were fantasizing. You became his ideal.
When he finally sheathed himself inside of you, you could feel the thunder, oh baby, you could feel the lightning. You were ready to ride it to Asgard and back. The way that you were both so worked up, it felt like you had been holding off on this for a very long time. It had been building up.
First, he pinned you up against one of the walls of the Golden Temple. Your leg cocked around his waist, spreading yourself, letting him in, kissing up his neck as if every drop of sweat was the sweetest nectar.
You could feel that he was holding back, this strong man, and you weren’t going to stand for that. No, you took a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so that you were forced into looking at one another. Eye to eye. Both darkened with the magic that was searing through your veins.
“Don’t be afraid of breaking me, Mighty Thor,” You said. “I can handle the thunder.”
That was all the invitation that he needed. You went from wall to wall, different positions, hardly aware of the fact that around you, the pillars were falling from the shaking of his thrusts.
Debris was falling. Dust from the ancient structure as it started to crumble. But were you aware? No. How could you be with this glorious God of a man rutting into you like a creature possessed. How could you when orgasm after orgasm tightly wound your insides and then set them free in bursts of sparkling light from your very skin. Your pleasure left evidence. He would be glittering gold by the end of this.
You lost count, he lost count. But only once your powerful bodies were exhausted did you attempt to catch your breath, and take in the damage.
The columns were completely smashed. It was a wonder the roof hadn’t caved in on your heads - but given Thor’s muscles, he’d probably just be able to catch it. It looked like it was holding on by a thread though. “I think we should skedaddle,” You breathed out.
“We should what?” Thor asked, his eyebrows furrowing. That’s when you saw the cloud of dust as the roof started to shift, and you didn’t have time to explain your slang. You went action mode, grabbing onto his biceps, and rolling him off of the raised stone floor onto the grass. There was a cracking sound, and within seconds, the roof was down on the ground where you had just lain.
“Zeus is going to be pissed,” You said. And then you started to laugh. A full belly laugh that seemed impossible to stop once you started. Thor, to his benefit, looked just as amused, and then joined you.
“He’s going to be very angry,” Thor agreed, climbing onto his feet. That’s when he realized something and quit laughing. “My clothes were in there.”
That made you laugh even harder, taking hold of his large hand to get back onto your own feet. You continued to hold his hand, just so that you wouldn’t fall back over. The laughter was escaping too hard.
“Oh, mine are too, but you don’t see me frowning. Not sure anything could get me down after what we just did. Nope, I’m going to be walking on clouds for the foreseeable future.” Then you paused in your laughter and looked down between your legs. “If I can even walk. Damn, you really are a God.”
He gave you a sheepish smirk, half proud, half guilty.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, loverboy. It’s the kind of ache that I die for.”
As you two walk away to try to find some sort of garment that you could cover yourself up with, you miss the cursing Hercules who now realized that not only did he have to tell Zeus that you both managed to get away, despite being heavily distracted, but the Golden Temple was now in ruins.
You managed to steal some togas from Hermes;, the slippery man didn’t need them anyway. You knew all about how he liked to fly from person to person. Clothing didn’t stay on long.
“We should head outta here before Zeus finds out about his temple,” You said, slipping on the one sleeve. You pulled at the back of the fabric, trying to make it tighter against your front, then gave up. “Why are togas so shapeless? Literally everyone has a God-bod!”
“Let’s go back to Earth, I can think of places we can hide there,” Thor said, his hands going around your waist to steer you away the populated area. People were already starting to head towards the temple, having heard the crash.
You sighed, and walked ahead of him, avoiding the eyes of everyone who walked past. You two probably looked guilty as sin.
“I could use a visit to Midgard,” You hummed. “Been a while since I’ve seen my boys. Do you know Frank? Grumpy, wears a lot of black, hot bod? You two will get along. Probably.”
