Alright guys, so this is a complete nonsense that came to my mind and I had to write it down. I have a few other WIP's on queue, waiting for my brain to start functioning properly to finish them.
This is more like a pastime that went out of hand and turned into a longer thing that maybe I'm splitting in two parts. Here's a snippet anyways. Hope you guys enjoy it 🖤
It doesn't have a title because I struggle a lot with that, so any suggestions are more than welcome lol
Genre/warnings: Smut, humor, fluff and teeny-tiny bit of angst.
All was set up for you to not leave the apartment the whole weekend. You had stocked up plenty of food, wine, candles and a few new sets of the finest lingerie. Last month had been restless around the compound and your intimate moments had been reduced to quick clandestine encounters in between the missions, which wasn’t ideal but at least quenched for a while the burning thirst you had for each other. And finally, you were about to spend three long days indulging on him, taking your time and relishing every single minute of it.
Or that’s what you thought.
You were straddled on top of him, your hands tangled on soft jet curls, and his, roaming greedily up and down the sides of your body, making out like two teenagers on heat.
“How I missed this; you, min dronning…” he moaned softly, your lips descending to follow the angle of his jaw while he held your hips, guiding them to rock slowly against his growing erection.
In that moment, three loud bangs against the main door disrupted your steamy haze.
“BROTHER!” The unmistakable tone of the big blonde oaf reverberated from the hall. Loki sighed bothered. You didn’t even raise your eyes, instead kept your trail of kisses and nips down to his clavicles. After mere seconds of calm, another three thuds, this time harder.
“For fuck’s sake…” you growled against his skin when you felt his grip loosen from your ass. He left his head fall back against the rest of the couch, closing his eyes for a moment.
“Ever the opportunist…I should had left him as a frog.” He sighed longingly and looked into your eyes, pushing back a wild strand from your face, then carefully tracing your lips. Sticking out your tongue, you licked the length of his finger at a deliberate pace, eyes never leaving his when he wantonly bit his lip, breath catching on his throat. Both of you getting back into the game when...
“LOKI! I KNOW YOU’RE INSIDE!” His voice sounded urgent, but since you knew Thor, the case could vary from a real matter of life or death, or just that he ran out of pop-tarts. “IT’S A SNØMUS SITUATION!” Loki’s eyes shot up suddenly at the familiar term. You frowned confused.
“Give me a minute” he pressed a kiss on your forehead while carefully pushed you down from his lap and ran to the door before you could speak a word. You huffed frustrated, but decided to take some advantage of the circumstances and went straight to the bedroom. There, you got rid of your clothes, only leaving a flimsy lace set paired with a leather garter belt that left little to the imagination, and laid on your side seductively, waiting for his return. It didn’t take long, though the reaction wasn’t exactly what you expected.
“Faen, darling...” His mouth fell open at the inviting sight but you could spot how the lust on his eyes was tinged with something else. Guilt.
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