summary: despite knowing her best friend isn’t home, the reader shows up at the odinson household to get a taste of what she’s been earnestly craving for — thor.
type: best friend’s daddy!au
pairing: thor odinson x black!reader
includes: age differencence, resolved sexual tension, daddy kink, explicit sexual content, explicit language, choking, orgasm control, masturbation, dirty talk.
— There was no mistaking that there was something between both you and Mr. Odinson. An insistent pull that was adamant on bringing the two of you closer together regardless of the fact that he was twenty years your senior and you were his daughter’s best friend.
It became all too apparent within the earliest of encounters.
The first time Tyra introduced you to her dad during a school football game, your breathing had hitched and dopamine flooded your brain in an instant. With how she had nonchalantly mentioned that he was an alright looking guy over lunch, you hadn’t expected to come face to face with a GQ model. Of course, you hadn’t expected him to look like some child predator with a pot belly as your best friend herself was stunning with statuesque genes that made her look like a model, but you were still rendered shocked. He was far from average or the thought-up image you had previously drawn in your mind. He was the complete opposite, all chiseled features with startlingly blue eyes and tall with an impressively fit physique that indicated he hit the gym quite a bit, but wasn’t intent on looking like some muscle head. Absolutely perfect, older and delicious, just your type.
Perhaps it was your wishful thinking, but you could’ve sworn he must’ve felt a mutual attraction from the start. Even in its briefness, you didn’t miss how his pupils dilated upon taking you in and how he pressed into your front subtly when he pulled you into a friendly hug. If that hadn’t been a clear indication already, when you were being attacked with kisses from your boyfriend after the game and looked over your shoulder in the midst of it, you swore you saw Mr. Odinson eyeing the pair of you with this peculiar look. It was too early to assume that it was jealously, but definitely felt akin to it. From that first night, you dreamt of him and what you’d do in private with him if the opportunity ever presented itself.
There was the time when you came over to the Odinson household to work on a project for the school’s newspaper. As per usual, Thor swept you up in a tight bear hug, lifting your feet from the floor and breaking the tension throughout your back, but this once, he did something he never did. Tyra was busy upstairs, trying to fix up her room before you came in and primping in the mirror, so knowing this, he took advantage of the moment and let one hand venture down past your waist, giving your ass a firm squeeze. The action had shocked you greatly, but for all the right reasons. In response, you slid from out of his hold ever so slowly while biting down on your bottom lip, gaze completely unbroken with his right before Tyra peeked her head out of her door, calling you off upstairs.
One night, Thor offered to take you home and before getting out, you leaned over the armrest to thank him with a chaste kiss laced with wicked intent to his jaw. He teasingly claimed that one wasn’t enough for him and you happily obliged, upping the ante by pressing your lips to his next. You had fully intended for it to be a quick peck, but he’d taken the initiative in grabbing the back of your head to keep you close and slipped the tip of his tongue into the warmth of your mouth. What was once innocent shifted into impish play and that’s how you ended up engaged in a spirited make out session with your best friend’s father in front of your house, the first of many times.
For days afterwards, you could still taste the remnants of his palatable kiss and found yourself often fantasizing about it, replaying the events of that pivotal night and even tweaking some details to get yourself off.
In the few months of being tightly knit and attached at the hip pals, you and Tyra had started a tradition of sorts. Whenever one was feeling down, not at their best and having a hard time, the other would drop everything and come to the rescue with ice cream and movies.
This once, you excused yourself from watching Veronica Sawyer forge a suicide letter in the 80s cult classic Heathers and went off to the kitchen to get some more popcorn. It was as you were just closing the microwave door that your ears picked up on incoming footsteps and you turned to see that it was Thor. A very wet and practically naked save for a towel wrapped around his waist Thor to be more exact. He was fresh out of the shower, sun-kissed skin adorned with small droplets here and there, and heavens, did he look good.
“— I’m hungry,” He had mumbled gruffly, padding over.
Seeing as you were right in front of the refrigerator and he obviously wanted to get to it, you moved out the way to give him access. “Opps, sorry.”
But strangely, Thor didn’t proceed to open the silver steel door and rummage through it like a ravenous beast as he usually did. Instead, he turned and surveyed you before speaking. “I think you’ll sate my appetite just fine.”
Within the blink of an eye, he had you lifted and placed on the counter, legs spread wide. You gasped out frightened as you watched with wide eyes as he lowered himself to his knees and tugged your panties down after lifting your skirt up. “M-Mr. Odinson, what are you doing? Oh, my g–fuck.”
The first swipe of his tongue along your folds had you arching and hissing at the stark contact. It had been quite some time since someone had last been down there and Thor’s technique was an amazing refresher to what you had been missing, beating out that of your pathetic boyfriend. He lapped and ate away at you like an authentic man, one with experience who knew what he was doing. In little to no time, he had you bucking forwards and whining quietly, trying your hardest to restrain from moaning out too loud out of fear of Tyra hearing as he suckled your clit hard and drank of your nectar. Soon with the loud and erratic popping from the microwave, the dull thud of your quick panicky pats to the back of his wet head filled the kitchen. The sensation was becoming too much to handle, your bottom lifting from the counter with each lick, and the tightness in your belly kept coiling up, your orgasm not too far away. “Hu-ah, Mr. Odinson, you have to stop. I’m going to come,” you whimpered helpless and with tears in your eyes.
Thor reluctantly stopped much to your relief and much to his own surprisingly. He had been extremely eager to see you hump yourself against his mouth and coming hard all over his face, completely forgetting that he was on his knees in the kitchen engaged in a sexual act with his daughter’s best friend. The taste of your sweet cunt had intoxicated him much like the strongest of ales, numbing his senses and making it hard to think straight. It was a good thing you had hit the back of his head, knocking some sense back into him, or else he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself.
Without another word, he stood back up and deftly helped in rearranging your clothes, making sure you looked untouched and presentable. Speechless, you watched him do so with a dropped jaw and didn’t pick it back up until he sauntered out of the kitchen with an arrogant air, but not before winking over his shoulder at you.
On unsteady legs, you climbed off the counter and strolled back into the dark living room with a fresh bowl of popcorn, trying to look as normal as possible even despite being mentally unhinged.
Tyra furrowed her brow at your late entry, immediately grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl. “What took you so long? You missed your favorite part.”
“Bathroom.” You responded fast, not missing how she looked you over for a second before nodding in acceptance to your answer and turning back towards the screen.
From that day forward, the encounters between you and Thor only grew in intensity and explicitness.
He resumed the episode that happened in the kitchen once when you slept over, coming into your room in the wee hours of the morning just to wake you up and eat you out all over again before leaving without a single word to go back to bed.
Some heated and heavy petting took place in the broad daylight as Tyra was out, picking up some coffee. You let him talk you into sitting on his lap and ended up humping against his rock hard bulge clad in nothing but a pair of panties while he focused his attention on your breasts, nursing at the supple flesh greedily with saliva running from the corners of his mouth.
When Tyra had returned, you scurried away to the bathroom to take a shower as you’d made a mess in your underwear and Thor excused himself to take care of his raging boner in the privacy of his bedroom.
It’s impossible to scratch an itch just once. The first only ignites the need to do it again, to momentarily get relief from the gnawing irritation and before it can be stopped, you end up rubbing your back against a wall or bent over in some strange position rubbing your bottom on furniture. Just as an irresistible itch, the desire to fuck Tyra’s father bugged you to the very point where it occupied most of your thoughts. You needed some soothing, to have the void filled, and your cat patted and you’d be damned if you didn’t take matters into your own hands and go after what you so desperately wanted.
It was a balmy Saturday when you pulled up into the Odinson household driveway. A perfect day for a sundress and sandals, which is exactly what you wore, looking much like a prettified doll. Tyra wasn’t home, off with her mother for the weekend, and you knew this. It was the sole reason for you even showing up in the first place. With her away, her dad would be home alone and there would be nothing holding you back from making a move. See, fiddling around had been fun but you were in a need of much more than just grinding fully clothed like horny teenagers. No, you needed to let Mr. Odinson know that you were tired of beating around the bush and needed his hands all over and in you with some added in-depth penetration.
Confidently, you strutted up to the front door and adjusted a few details in your appearance before cheerfully knocking. It only took a brief moment before the door swung open and then there was the object of your desire in all his glory, dressed down to a fitted shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that did him justice.
”Hi, Mr. Odinson, ” You greeted sweetly in a dulcet tone like a daisy fresh girl, wearing the facade that you were so innocent and had no ulterior motives. ”Would Tyra happen to be home?”
Thor was far from a fool. He knew exactly why you were here, but he’d play right along considering that he was rather bored and in need of some entertainment.
”No, ” He drew out with a smirk, ”She’s spending the weekend with Catherine.”
This was the part where you acted clueless, eyes widening to the size of saucers in feigned remembrance. ”Oh, that’s right! Wow, that completely slipped my mind… I’m so sorry about bothering you, ” You faltered then, taking a step back and motioned over to your car in the driveway, ”I guess I’ll just leave now and see Ty later. See ya, Mr. Odinson.”
With that, you turned on your heels and started back down the front steps with a dramatic sigh as if you were so let down by the absence of your best friend.
You stopped in your tracks, spinning around in your frilly dress. ”Hm?”
”Do you have any plans for today? If not, you’re welcome to stay here. I happen to be in need of some company anyway, ” He suggested subtly, opening the front door wider in welcoming.
That was all you needed to hear before you made your way up back over to him and entered the house with an exaggerated sway in your hips and a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.
Alright, so things didn’t go exactly to plan as you had originally imagined. Thor didn’t immediately pounce on you at the door, rip your clothes off and dick you down. Instead, he went through the usual motions of asking if you wanted anything to drink or eat before leading you further into the house. You couldn’t help but feel a little let down at the formality at first, but then you realized that you were going past the living room and upstairs.
”Where are we going, Mr. Odinson?” You asked coyly in a chirp.
”My bedroom. Unless you want to do this in Tyra’s, ” He answered casually and you paused mid-step.
What exactly were you doing?
What Thor had failed to explain to you was that he meant watching movies, not shagging like two wild bunnies. Your disappointment was clear when he plopped down on his bed and grabbed his remote, beginning to surf through the selection of cinematic films on Netflix, instead of undressing but you quickly masked it with a smile and joined him in the midst of gathered pillows and blankets.
An hour had passed and you were growing irritated with how slow everything was going. Thor was cool as a cucumber, completely ignoring all your longing looks in his direction and attempts to be closer to him. He was doing it on purpose like a real asshole but you figured that if he wanted to play this game then you could too.
Ironically just as your own hand traveled beneath your dress, on screen, a couple started to engage in some sexual play with the guy slipping his hands between his paramour’s legs. Of course, the actress’ moans were staged and forced, but yours certainly weren’t. While witnessing the two get their rocks off, you did the very same, boldly masturbating to the scene in the bed of your best friend’s father.
As you had hoped, your small moans and the distinct squelch of your wetness had met the ears of the Odinson, his eyes dragging away from the screen to take in the show going on right beside him. While touching yourself, you had rucked your dress up as it was getting in the way of your ministrations so your finger fucking was on full display.
A sharp intake of breath could be heard from the left of you. ”Naughty, naughty girl, ” Thor purred, not even focused on your face but on your sticky fingers covered in slick arousal thrusting in and out of your tight opening. ”You just couldn’t wait until the movie ended for me to give you what you want, is that it?”
You nodded with a blush, unable to tear your eyes away from his fixed gaze.
”I suppose I’ll just have to give it to you now, huh?”
You nodded again, withdrawing your wet fingers this time and offering them up. ”Please, Mr. Odinson.”
Thor scoffed at the unnecessary formal address but nonetheless leaned over to take your fingers in his mouth, sucking off the thick fluid with a deep satisfied hum. ”I want more,” He expressed upon parting, eyes alit with stormy lust. “Now bend over for me.”
The movie still playing in the background went forgotten as you situated yourself into position, face down and bare ass up.
“What a pretty pussy, “ Thor marveled from behind, those large hands of his spreading your cheeks to get a better look at you. A resounding clap echoed through the bedroom when he brought his hand down hard, rousing the blood to rush to the surface of your sensitive skin. “So wet and ready to be fucked by daddy, yeah?”
At a loss for words, all you could manage was a small, “Uh-huh,” that turned into a high pitched cry when a hot mouth suddenly came down on your exposed snatch. Soon, you were wiggling against his firm hold and wailing into the sheets as if you were being murdered, especially animalistic when you reached your very peak, coming harder than what seemed normal.
The man of your dreams was merciless with you, not sparing a moment for you to recover before he descended that wicked mouth of his on you once again, bringing you to the brink of orgasm for a second time shortly after.
You were such a fucking mess, overstimulated and sweaty, shuddering against the sheets and yearning for even more pleasure. It was in this state that Thor saw you as the most beautiful with that adorable pout on your lips and teary red eyes that he didn’t miss continuously looking down at the bulge in his sweatpants.
“My sweet girl, so breathtakingly ruined. Just wait until I really break you in,” He whispered, ironically caressing your cheek with all the gentleness a man of his size could muster before making you dizzy with a steamy french kiss that was all teeth and tongue.
“Please, daddy,” You found yourself begging once you parted from each other, lips swollen red and pupils fully dilated.
In the middle of exchanging sloppy kisses with you, Thor had nudged the waistband of his sweats down and his bulky cock instantly seeming to have a mind of its own, seeked out your soaking heat instantly. The engorged tip gradually pressed into your petals, splitting them open in the process of getting to your core, but he stopped before fully entering.
“Please what? Go on and tell me what you from your daddy,” He cooed in that orotund voice that made you squirm all over and want to cream on his sheets again.
“Fuck me. Like you hate me, like I don’t mean anything to you. I want you to…do your worst and break me,” You rambled eagerly, grinding your hips upwards to feel more of him against your pussy. “Do it, please, daddy.”
That’s the last thing you remembered saying before you got the dogshit fucked out of you and the world went black.
Two quick slaps to the face brought you down from cloud nine and then you were back to screaming again, bucking and juking like a mad woman who was possessed with the meanest of demons.
Thor was pistoling away, giving you the deep dicking of your life, hitting that sensitive spongy area repeatedly without missing once while remaining on beat. Gone was the nice and gentle man that you thought you knew so well and in his place was a nasty predator killing you his prey one lethal stroke at a time. He looked startlingly ominous, red-faced with thick angry veins visible everywhere, killer sharp jaw clenched tightly, the sight sending a tad bit of fear coursing through your veins to mix with the arousal. It was hilarious really, here you were being fucked by someone that you were both scared of and turned on by.
The goodness in Thor was surely nowhere to be found when one of his hands made itself comfortable around your neck, squeezing ruthlessly hard to the point where your breathing thinned out. “Take it, you cockhungry slut. Take it,” He growled, the sound rumbling throughout your chest. You gasped, both in panic and bliss as you were growing close to climax and frightened.
One of your hands that wasn’t occupied with ripping away at the bed covering came up to grip Thor’s back, the nails digging piercingly deep into the taut flesh in what could be considered retaliation for being choked so damn hard. The pain only seemed to spur your best friend’s father along, giving him the push that he needed to speed up and you half regretted the action once you started squirting all over his dick.
“Th-or!” You yelled out, voice raw and raspy as stars fell behind your eyelids and your third mighty orgasm struck your already weak body. Over and over, off the tip of your tongue and through your teeth, the name sailed from your mouth in what seemed like the ugliest moans to your ears, but in the heat of the moment, you didn’t fucking care about how you sounded. All that mattered was that you rode this big monster wave out, not stopping until the surges ebbed away.
Even in your fucked out state, Thor used your limp body to his advantage, rutting into your spent pussy until he too saw the light at the end of that tunnel and violently came. Long and wounded groans filled the area as he fell slave to his body’s reckoning, his plentiful seed continuously spilling out until there was none left to come. Only then when he was sure that he was done did he extract himself from your sheath and land beside you on the bed with a heavy huff before dragging you right under him, one of his beefy arms latching itself around your waist.
”— Let’s keep this little secret between the two of us, yeah?” he asked after catching his breath, bringing a hand up to softly caress your cheek in a caring manner.
You nodded in a daze, the world around a blur as the man in front of you had your full undivided attention, your eyes resisting the urge to blink even for a second.
He smirked cocksurely at your unusual silence, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from your irresistible lips that always called to him. The mixed taste of cum and five-hour old alcohol met your tongue in the midst of this entanglement and you moaned wantonly, immediately hungry for more of him even despite having had your fill.
Regretfully your best friend’s father was the first to part, a pained groan leaving his throat as he missed the wet warmth of your mouth already. With an intense gaze that made you squirm, arousal-dampened thighs clenching tight together, he nuzzled your nose with his and kissed your forehead affectionately.
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