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spider-man-199999 · 1 year

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Paris to Tokyo

pairing: college!Peter Parker x Reader: 18+; academic rivals to lovers

word count: 5K

warnings: smut; slight angst; unpotected sex

summary: You start your new life at college, expecting it to be the most exciting time of your life, only to be met with Peter Parker, who decided to dedicate his free time to making your life a living hell

a/n: I've been dying to write an enemies to lovers type of fic, it's also my first time writing anything with suggestive content in it, so bear with me please. The heading is the most random thing I could come up with I'm sorry

College was the place you were looking forward to the most since you graduated high school. It was supposed to be a place where you met people with similar interest, went out with them to have fun and engage in intellectual converstaions. And it was exactly like that, for the most part. Growing up as a natuarally intelligent kid had you been putting little to no effort in school and always got you good grades. This quickly escalated into you trying a bit harder with each test and striving for more academic validation. At some point you even managed to become the best student in your class. But sitting hours on end on a desk and studying was still something very foreign to you. Sure, you would revise from time to time on topics that were harder to remember or things you couldn't recall from class, but it never went further than that. And maybe a degree in Biophysic was not the wisest idea given that backgroung. So, when college came around and you started the new classes on topics your common knowledge could barely help you keep up with, things went downhill very fast. For the first time you were faced with faliure, hard work and putting hours on end to study. It felt like everyone around you was more knowledgeable, more prepared, more educated on literally any topic that was discussed in and outside of class. Being at the bottom of the academic foodchain was mildy infuriating, to say the least.

And after the first few months of sleepless nights, filling up all of the holes so you could catch up to speed, you finally did it, and it felt more rewarding than anything else. This assisted you into making casual conversations with so many people from your different classes, one of them even inviting you to a study group that had been going on for months. You happily agreed to that idea, thinking it would be the best way to keep up with everyone in the class, not only academically but socically as well.

The day of the study group finally arrived on what seemed like the most normal, yet the most exciting Tuesday. They added you to a groupchat, everyone texting back and forth until all of you had agreed to go grab a coffee before heading to the library. You had tried your best to look presentable for this study date, putting on some white wide-leg dress pants and a neat navy blue t-shit that hugged your body very well. You hair was in a sleek bun, having a white buttonup because the weather was slightly chilly. Almost everyone had arrived there on time, which took you by surprise since you were used to being the only one being on time. After the cheerful greeting and formally learning everyone's names, you went inside and grabbed a coffee, returning to them promptly. You stood by the door, since the group had formed a circle around the entrance of the small shop.

"Was I the last one?" You asked concerned, looking around and counting the people.

"Actually, we're waiting for Peter" Someone said, everyone giggling softly and shaking their head.

"Who's Peter?" You asked, and as soon as you did, you felt something push againt your shoulder, sending you a step forward so you wouldn't come crashing down from losing your balance.

"I'M SO SORRY" you heard from behind you, turning around to see a boy with a worried expression on his face, paper cup in his hand. He was handsome, hair pushed back, warm eyes and nervous smile, leather jacked over a black t-shirt.

"That's Peter" someone stated, pulling you out of your trance. Peter chuckled, moving past you and motioning for everyone to go, since he was the one you all had been waiting for.

On the walk there you kept staring at the back of Peter's head, annoyed that he pushed you with the door, frusrated because he didn't even bother to introduce himself to you. Not that he really had to, you already knew well enough who he was. The guy who always came in rushing because he was late, somehow still managed to sit directly in front of you, blocking your view, no matter where you sat. He was the guy that would beat you to every question, the one who would always have the best grade on the tests. He leaned way too back in his seat, back pressed to your desk, pushing it, as you would try to keep up with writing everything down. And he would always ask you for a pen, every single time.

The study room was spacious and bright, it had a big round table for everyone to sit at, as well as two whiteboards and plenty or outlests for chargers and what not. It looked like the perfect place to study with a large group, excluding the fact Peter was there as well. You all took random seats around the table, Parker sitting across from you, almost as if it were on purpose. You held back an eye roll when he smiled at you cockily, making you look away and take out your laptop and notebook from your bag. The screen managed to block out most of Peter's face if you sink into your seat low enough. The conversation in the room flowed naturally, it was so interesting and engaging and you were having a blast speaking to these people. Soon enough all of you had solved the first homework questions, you quickly grabbing a pen and writing it down in your notebook. As you were in the middle of writing, an outside force closed your laptop. Your eyes looked at the laptop, seeing a pale male hand, fingers spread. You stared at it for a few seconds, noticing how pretty the hand actually was, long and straight fingers, follwed by a slim wrist and a muscular forearm. Your gaze trailed the hand up to Peter's face, looking into his eyes with annoyance already.

"Hey, do you-" before he even managed to finished his sentence, you had taken out a pen from your pencil case and placed it on your laptop, next to his hand.

"Thank you" he muttered, you not even looking back at him. This routine, as much as it was annoying, gave you some kind of comfort as well.

"How come you never have a pen with you?" You asked after a while, your curiosity getting the better of you.

"Oh, well actually I do have one, it's easier to just use yours"

''Unbelieveble"

"Come on, like you would ever need a second pen for anything"

You hovered over the table and grabbed the pen from his hand in a swift motion, he looked a bit taken a back, as well as the few people following your interaction.

"Actually, I need it now" you said, putting the one you were using away and continuing your writing with the one you just got back from him.

"You're being unbelieveble now" He said slightly irritated, reaching to get his won pen from his backpack.

"The two of you, cut it out, you're acting like children!" someone shushed you, making you blush when you realised it wasn't just you and the curly-haired boy in the room.

You gulped softly, mummbling a sorry to everyone as you kept writing down.

"Us cut it out? She was the one acting like a child, making a big deal out of a pen!" Peter whined and complained, starting to write down things in his notebook after he got a few angry glares from other people.

Around the time the group got to the third and final question for the homework you were feeling confident enough to try to contribute to the assignment.

"So you're basically saying that principle of hemodialysis is the same as other methods of dialysis - it involves diffusion of solutes across a semipermeable membrane?" you asked, as you were brainstorming through the question.

"Oh come on, y/n, this is the easiest question so far!'' Peter said, leaning froward, his arms crossed in front of his chest. Ever since the pen situation, he's been worse than ever before, taking every opportunity to show of how much smarter he was, followed by a cocky smirk.

"Intermittent dialysis therapy is used in chronic uremia to re-establish body water solute concentrations that cannot be achieved by the natural organ. In this sense, the dialyzer becomes an artificial kidney and it is through the transport of substances by this device that chemical and biophysical control consistent with continued survival is achieved." He explained, solving the question for you.

"She had it figured out, you could have let her be" Someone you didn't remember the name of said to him, making Peter's head turn in that direction.

"She obviously didn't, keep in mind her highest grade is my lowest" He snapped back.

You could feel the tension in the atmosphere thicken with each second, things were about to escalate very quickly. His words stung a bit and you felt something like a ball stuck in your throat after he said them. He didn't know how much work you had put in and he was incosiderate enough to just assume the worst of you. Before things managed to get any further, or worse, out of control, you slammed your thick notebook shut.

"Since Peter was kind enough to solve the last question, I think I'm going to call it a night" you said, fighting back the tears. Your voice gave you away as it wa slightly shaky, earning a few sympatheric looks.

You shoved your things in the bag as quickly as you as possible and walked out, trying to get as far away as possible. You were trying not to break down the whole walk back to your dorm, bitting your lip, brushing away some stray tears that ran down your cheeks with your sleeve. You were mentally blaming yourself for everything, for not walking fast enough, for not knowing enough, for deciding to join the study group, for even deciding on this degree to begin with. By the time you made it to your room, your phone was already blown up by text messages from Natalie, the person who originally invited you. She was a small blonde, blue-eyed beauty that was just as smart as she was pretty. You could bet on your own life that she was class president and the prom queen in high school. She was more than kind to you this whole time and her text messages suggested that she was worried about you too. With a quick click you deleted all the messages from your notification centre and threw the phone on your bed, followed by your bag. Hot tears ran down your face, breathing heavily as you were preactically sobbing at this point. You sat down on the floor, not being able to hold in the frustrstion anymore as you finally broke down, letting all of the shame, pain and anger flow out of your system through your tears.

A couple of hours had gone by, your tears were dried up on your face and neck as you lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling. Your phone kept buzzing from time to time and you finally gathered the emotional strenght to reply to the messages. Sitting on the bed, you unlocked the device and scrolled through the unred chats. The groupchat had sent the written solutions for the questions. Natalie had probably sent you 20 messages apologising and asking if you were okay. The guy who defended you had also sent you a message. His name was Brad and he looked like any normal person did. You texted him first, thanking him for standing up for you even though he did not need to do that. After him it was Natalie, who called you immediately after you hit send to reply to her first message. You picked up hesitantly, since you knew your voice was definitely going to sound like you had been crying.

"I am so sorry for everything! If I knew you and Peter were on bad terms I wouldn't have done this to you" She immediately spat out

"It's okay, I we aren't on bad terms, well... weren't"

"Have you been crying?"

"No..."

"I'm really sorry! I spoke to him after the whole thing, he's usually nothing like this! He himself couldn't explain why he acted like this"

"Nat, I really, really don't care"

"He said he wanted to make it up to you! He asked me himself for your number and your dorm room!"

"Please tell me you didn't give him any of that information"

"Well..."

"Oh my god now he knows where I live" you whined, bringing your knees up to your chest and hugging them.

"He wanted to apologise! He looked very sincere and worried"

"Yes, all the psychopaths do, that's why they're so hard to recognize!"

"I'm sure he wouldn't just show up at your door trying to make amends, you'll be fine, plus he's a really cool dude, give him a chance to prove he's not an asshole"

"He had his chance, it was today"

After you two said your goodbyes and hung up, you deicided it was finally time to take a relaxing shower. As you walked out, you heard a knock on your door. Still wrapped in a towel, one hand holding it in place, you opened the door to a Peter Parker, leaning on the doorframe. You blinked a few times rapidly, trying to process what you were seeing.

"Why are you here?" You asked, after carefully calculating your tone and your words

"You weren't picking up your phone" he replied, trying to step a foot inside. You blocked his action with the door.

"I didn't say you could come in"

"Can I come in then?"

"No, good night Parker" With that you tried closing the door on him but he grabbed it, not letting you close it.

"Look, I'm here to apologise for what I said earlier. You don't have to forgive me"

"And I don't, go Peter"

He looked shatter at your words looking into his brown eyes, you almost felt sympathy for him, like he really did feel sorry about what he did. Despite that, you kept your composure, looking at him with all the resentmet you had for him, a sigh leaving his lips as he let go of the door. He didn't need superpowers to know he fucked up, so he left. And you on the other hand, were more devistated than before, but your ego was bruised and your self-esteem ruined. The only person, no matter how annoying, you didn't want to think less of you, thought less of you. Yes, it was good that he wanted to apologise but this was not going to undo his words and the image he obviously had. You didn't even know if the apology really was his idea or was forced on him by the others in the group. You shook you head, dismissing the thoughts as you got ready to sleep. Sleep always helped with heavy emotions and you hoped you would feel better in the morning.

A few weeks went by and you still refused to forgive Peter for what he said. In your heart, you knew he was really sorry at this point but you enjoyed his suffering as you roasted him slowly on low heat. He tried all the cliché ways, buying flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, buying you coffee before every study date. Your neighbours were convinced that the two of you were dating and would always ask about him when you gathered in one of the rooms to eat together or drink. You denied that but they rolled their eyes and never believed. In the mean time Brad tried to get closer to you, even inviting you on a date. You accepted hesitantly, since your heart seemed to be someplace else, liking all of the effort and attention from Parker more than it should. You told Natalie about the date, the two of you had become very close, spending a lot of time together, which often resulted in Brad and Peter tagging along. To say the boys were not getting along would be an understatement. Eyes throwing daggers at each other with every glance, snarky, rude comments were exchanged back and forth. But when you told the pretty blonde about Brad, she was more than excited about it finally happening . She would go on and on about how she knew he liked you ever since the first study session you had together and how he had a very heated fight with Peter after you left. You were grateful for him and what he did, and somehow it still felt wrong to be going out with him.

The night of the date had arrived and you were almost ready, putting in your earrings as you heard a knock on your door. You took a quick look in the full lenght mirror, fixing the long black dress you were wearing. It had a long slit on the left side, exposing your leg, no sleeves and a turtle neck. You had tied your hair in a ponytail, so your light make up would be more visible in the muffled evening lights of wherever he was planning to take you. You opened the door, still not wearing your chunky leather boots but just stockings.

"I thought we were going to meet in front of the library" you said as you opened the door but to your sursprise, someone else was standing there.

"You're not going on that date" Peter said firmly, almost as a command

"You're the last person that's going to tell me what to do" You snapped back at him "Why are you here Parker?"

He walked inside, closing the door behind himself. Peter seemed slightly distressed, looking you up and down with a dark expression.

"Do you really hate me that much?" he asked, leaning his back against the door, his arms behind him as he looked down at his feet. "Or do you just want to hurt me by going out with the guy I like least? Like really? All the guys are in your feet and you decide to go out with Brad, and look as gorgeous as this."

You could hear the annoyance and sadness in his voice, a bit taken a back from all of the things he just said to you. He just loved doing that, didn't he? Saying the most obnoxious things to make you feel bad about yourself.

"Wait, what?" was all you managed to say, taking a few steps back until your butt pressed agains your desk, making you stop. Books and make up palletes were scattred on it. Peter looked up at you, smiling weakly.

"I've liked you, this whole time" he confessed, staring directly into your eyes "Please, don't go on that date"

"Make me" you said faintly, surprised by how you almost whispered it. There was no way he could have heard that. But somehow he did, taking a few rapid steps towards and wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I'll make you forget everyone else but me" he whispered in your ear.

Feeling his hot breath near your face made your heart beat faster, one of your hands resting against his upper arm, looking up into his eyes. You were having a hard time processing what was actually happening, a sudden fear it was one of his games to make fun of you. You tried pushing him away after the realization, but his grip on your waist tightened.

"I'm serious, y/n" he said "I've liked you since I saw you, and I would make everyone sit away from you so I could be near, I would ask you for a pen so I could talk to you. And I tried to show off because I wanted to impress you, I wanted you to think I'm smarter so you could ask me for help in class."

For some reason you believed him, nodding lightly to let him know that. He lifted you up with one arm, sitting you on top of the desk. You were having a hard time vocalizing what you were feeling but you didn't want him to feel awkward because of your silence. Your arms wrapped around his neck, his hand falling on your exposed leg. You looked down at where his hand was, your skin burning with desire to be touched by him more. Your eyes met his again, his filled with hopefullness and lust. He got closer, titling his head to the side and he kissed you softly and sweetly. You returned the kiss, hands cupping his face and bringing him closer to you. Peter deepened the kiss, turning it in a heated make out session as one of his hands romed around your leg, going up your dress so he could touch more of you and the other one placed on the small of your back, pulling you closer to him. You spread your legs, pulling him by the belt so he could position himself between them, your hands going to his hair and playing with his messy curls as your lips and tongues danced against each other. After what seemed like a forever of heated, hungry kisses and filty touching, you broke the kiss so you could catch your breath. You panted havily, chest rising up and down rapidly. Peter pressed his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes to collect yourselves.

"Should I at lest text Brad and tell him I'm not going?"

"Well, there goes my hard on"

You hit his chest lightly, both of you giggling at his stupid joke. He looked around, noticing your phone that was charging on the bed, moving away from you to grab it and hand it to you. You unlocked the phone trying to find your chat with Brad while Peter found his previous position, viciously attacking your jaw and neck with kisses. You tried your best to be concentrated and write a normal message, but made a few spelling mistakes nonetheless. Peter nibbled on your neck, which earned him a slight flinch from your side.

“Peter, please, we’re not 16, no hikeys”

He ignored your words, continuing his act the way he had planned it, kissing, licking and sucking on your soft skin while you begged him to stop. His hands were all over your body once again, touching everything that was exposed to him, one hand travelling further up your leg than before, almost landing on your ass but hesitantly stopping. You noticed his uncertainly, pressing your cheek against his so you could whisper in his ear.

“Don’t stop now, Peter” you breathed in his ear, your own hands exploring his body.

He didn’t waste a second after that, grabbing your butt in his hand and pressing his lips against yours. Your hands moved under his shirt, touching his toned stomach. Your were quite shocked to what your fingertips were pressed up against, not expecting him to be as muscular as he actually was. You knew he worked out because you had seen his toned arms in a t-shirt too many times for your own good, but you were definitely not expecting that. Hands quickly slipped him out of his jacket, reaching to pull up his shirt in the heat of the moment but he stopped you, moving slightly away. Your lipstick was smudged all over his mouth and it made you giggle.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked you, his hands finding their way back to your waist. You nodded, undeniably longing for him and his touch, his presence.

“Good, because if we keep this up any longer, I probably won’t be able to hold back” Peter muttered, removing his shirt and tossing it on the floor before he pulled you in again, kissing you.

You took that as a signal that you had to get undressed as well, reaching for the hem of your dress pulling it up. He grabbed your hands when he noticed the act, stopping you from doing what you had planned so he could do it himself. Suddenly you felt the cold air from the room against your skin, along with Peter's warm hands, making you shiver. You undid his belt, helping him pull his pants down, breaking your kiss in the process. You laughed soflty at how he was jumping on one leg while he was trying to kick his pants off, shaking your head.

"What?" He asked

"Nothing, nothing, I'm really missing a date right now for you jumping on one leg to get out of your pants" you bursted out laughing, him joining you shortly after.

"No, it's going to get so much better, trust me" He stated, grabbing you and lifting you up, throwing you on the bed. You squeaked softly from his actions, not expecting it. Soon enough he had your hands pinned down with his, hovering over you. A soft gulp at the sight from you made him chuckle, kissing on your neck once again. He had already left a mark there, starting to suck on a second spot next it.

"Peter really! It's going to be so hard to cover them up" you whined, secretly enjoying his lips and teeth on your skin like this.

He looked at your face, smiling viciously at you.

"I just want people to know you had a good time"

"Yeah, with Brad? I was suppsed to be on a date with him" you teased him, chuckling softly. His expression changed suddenly, he seemed almost angry. His hands let go of your wrists, travelling down your skin as he reached the hem of your panties. His fingers played with the hem of them before slipping in under the thin fabric, the middle finger going between your folds. He could feel how wet you actually were, making him smirk with that cocky smile he had, looking into your eyes. You were holding back a small moan from his touch, looking at his pretty face.

"Can Brad make you this wet baby?" He asked.

You shook your head no, keeping eye contact with him. His middle finger started moving up and down tesing your clit before entering you slowly. This time you couldn't hold back and you moaned, closing your eyes. His smile remained present as he insedted a second finger inside of you, starting to move his hand teasingly slow. Your body squirming underneath him, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, rocking his hips against your leg while he fingered you. You could feel his erection through his boxers, making you even more needy than you already were.

"Parker" you moaned out softly, remembering your hands were actually free and you could move them, immediately attaching to his shoulders, which was the closest body part besides his head. He looked up at you after you called out for him, grabbing your face with his hand and kissing you.

"Peter" you moaned again against his lips, feeling his skin shiver from that. I never considered what effect you actually had on him. "Please, I want to feel you."

After you begged him, he wasted no time pulling your panties down, unressing himself as well. His arms spread your legs forcefully, positioning himself between them. You didn't really manage to follow everything he was doing because you were too eager yourself, pushing up against him in hopes to speed up the process. He pinned you down by the waist, shaking his head in disapproval at your actions. Peter didn't like it when you disobeyed him, even though it was the only thing you were good at doing. He lined himself up to you, teasing you lightly with his tip as a warning before he inserter himself inside, both of you moaning from the act. You felt something like actual electricity when he did that, making you breath heavy from the ecstacy. His hips moved rythmically, along with yours. He was still holding you by the waist, standing on his knees while he fucked into you. You moved your leg up on his shoulder, making him smile and kiss it, one of his hands running up and down it while both of you looked into echother's eyes. You enjoyed the view, so much, his naked toned body, his messy hair, that gorgeous face, your leg on his shoulder while he moved. It was hypnotysing, breathtaking, made your legs shake alone. He could feel you tighthen up around him, making him laugh softly.

"So soon?" he asked, noticing how you started squrming more than in the beginning, legs shaking from time to time, moans becoming more freaquent

"Peter, I'm really close" you managed to say, hands gripping on the sheets around you. His grip on your waist taightened as he went faster and deeper, making you whines more prominent than before. You walls started clenching around him, feeling yourself already starting to cum on him. He placed a hand on your lower stomach, applying slight pressure on it which really sent you over the edge, whole body shaking, heavy breathing and moaning uncontrolablly. He had to hold you down while you came, leaning forward and pecking your lips after you calmed down.

"I need a moment too" he whispered against your lips "Can you handle it for me?"

You nodded, letting him continue rocking his hips into you. You were covered in sweat and so was he, bodies pressed against eachother as he moaned softly in your ear, your legs wrapped around his waist to stop the shaking from the overstimulation.

"Peter" you mumbled against his ear ''I think you're really hot... like, way hotter than I expected''

"Fuck" he replied, pulling out of you and stroking his lenght a few times before he came on your stomach, both of you panting. He lay down next to you for a second, kissing your forehead and hugging you.

"You did so well" he praised you, starting to leave small butterfly kisses all over your face. You laughed softly, cuddling into him.

"We should go take a shower"

"Are you suggesting a second round in your shower?"

"No! Well... maybe, okay, yes"

He laughed at your reply, shaking his head.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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Pinned Down [Soft Dom!Loki x Female Reader] 18+

A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: For “training” purposes (and to prove a point) you ask that the insufferable Avenger!Loki pins you to the ground. Pure sexual tension and shameless Loki thirst smut. (w/c 2.3k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Soft!Dom Loki. Language. Light(ish) Smut. Dry humping. Extreme Loki thirst.

"Absolutely not."

Loki’s eyes didn’t move from the page of his book when he spoke. His focused gaze running between words fluidly as you remained with your arms folded in front of him, standing your ground.

"I did it with Steve earlier, I made him shake. And he wasn’t holding back, either..." you said confidently, looking down at the serene God of Mischief as he slowly uncrossed his legs. Finally, you had his attention.

He snapped the novel closed theatrically with one hand, the sound like a leather paddle meeting skin, looking down at the item with an amused smirk flirting at the corners of his mouth.

"I think it far more likely that our valiant Captain took pity on your efforts and conceded to let you think you had achieved even a minutia of ground in order to bolster your spirits, don’t you?"

He really was insufferable.

"besides," he continued, finally deigning to look up at you with those ridiculously hypnotising eyes which saw everything and revealed nothing, "I am much stronger than “Steve” – therefore again, in the interests of this realm’s beloved health and safety I repeat...absolutely not."

You saw a flash of something, a glint of daring in the kaleidoscope of blue and green reflecting back at you. A challenge.

"Thor would do it."

You smiled politely as he grimaced beneath your words, sucking in the hollow of his cheekbones as he restrained a rebuttal. You doubled down.

"I think you’re scared that I’ll overpower you. And then you wouldn’t be able to tell me how much stronger you are than everyone else all the time."

A forced grin spread across his unbearably handsome face, the contrived mirth of a chuckle which didn’t reach his eyes filling the air.

"Overpower me? My dear. I am a god."

"So you keep saying," you bent towards him, an eyebrow raising as you saw his gaze harden in anticipation, "so prove it."

He reclined back on the common room sofa, his eyebrows furrowed in interest as he re-considered your request. His forefinger curled to his lips. You could see his mind flickering through the nuances of your statement, trying to pinpoint the true nature of it as his brow softened, his eyes quizzical and fierce.

"So tell me again, what is it exactly you wish me to do?"

Before answering his question, you pushed one of the singular armchairs nearby across the floor to make space. Lying on your back on the carpet, you propped up on your elbows. You wouldn’t let him back out now.

"I want you to pin me down, Loki, and I have to move you. That’s it."

Anticipating a sarcastic comment, you raised a finger as he inhaled sharply – a precursor to one of his condescending quips.

"For obvious reasons," you continued "all which I am fully aware of...moving you counts as any wavering, shaking or general...well, movement...of your body from your initial position, however small."

You stared at him resolutely. You didn’t understand why he had to be such an arse about every little thing.

Loki leant forward in silence, his impossibly toned biceps straining against his Armani suit. He slid his forearms tantalisingly towards his knees while regarding you with increasing amusement.

You sighed. Time for the ace card.

"It’s important for my training. I’ve been getting so much stronger – I need to keep testing myself…" you pouted, hoping that even the alpha males of Asgard weren’t immune to a doe eyed damsel in distress, "...please?"

Wordlessly, he stood; striding over to tower above you as you lay on the floor – your feet flat against the carpet, thighs raised.

"Let it be known that I am doing this under duress", his deep tone flanked with caution as he ran his tentative eyes over your waiting body.

You watched as he removed his jacket, throwing it haphazardly over the discarded chair. Loki rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal those unacceptably delicious bare forearms as he loftily pondered how to arrange himself.

"Oh will you just get on me", you huffed.

Muttering irritated phrases in tones too low for you to decipher, he complied – stepping one foot over your stomach as you stared pointedly at the ceiling.

After raising your arms over your head, your gaze was unavoidably drawn to the sight of Loki gracefully bringing his body down to meet yours. The sound of those strong knees hitting the floor with a soft thump as his frame encased you. His large hands planting firmly on the carpet beside your shoulders, fingertips sinking soundlessly into the soft pile.

You realised that however close he was, he wasn’t actually touching you. His hips hovered above yours, supported by muscled calves that ghosted the sides of your ass; his thighs spread widely as he contemplated the next step.

"Are you ready?"

The same words that Steve had delivered this morning, in the same position, were loaded with something heavier from Loki’s tongue. Indecipherable weight hung to them like coal smoke in the air. A wave rose in your belly like going over the crest of a hill in the backseat of a car.

"I’m ready", you replied quietly, the words no more than a whisper.

Carefully his hips lowered to meet your pelvis, pressing into you flatly as his immense thighs tightened at your sides. They braced against your lower ribs. You exhaled with force; his weight increasing momentarily as he moved his dexterous hands to grip your wrists separately above your head. He centred himself so that you were absolutely and completely pinned to the ground, pinned underneath his unrelenting form.

"Y/N, I forgot to ask...what’s in this for me?" he waxed coyly as you resisted the urge to headbutt him.

"Pride, I suppose…" you muttered as you adjusted to the load above you, your body aching against the pressure of his palms forcing your forearms to sink into the carpet.

"I have too much of that already, darling. We’ll have to think of something else."

You closed your eyes, feeling the pure strength of the smooth hands binding your wrists in their grasp. The snug grip of his solid hips pressed flush to your core as you began to attempt to gain any purchase beneath him.

That godly ass you had admired many times in stolen moments between wishing he would remove his unendurable self from your vicinity rested immovable against the fronts of your thighs. You tried to push your hips upwards, your body keening for space as it was forced to the floor.

"Fuuuck" you grunted, the initial frustration of defeat burning despite its expectation.

Soft laughter floated from above you as your eyes snapped open, searing into the face hanging inches from yours.

"You’ll need to overpower me first, love" he taunted.

Loki’s black curls were tucked behind his ears, the forced smiles from earlier forgotten as he relished you pinned underneath him, under his superiority. From this angle, his facial features were completely aligned – his strong jaw outlined by ludicrous cheekbones. The bridge of his nose was parallel to the line of his gaze as he penetrated you with a delighted stare from bright eyes.

You rolled your eyes, straining your arms against his hold. You groaned against the pressure in your shoulders from the aching constraint, pushing upward with your hips. You fought for what felt like an age to gain any momentum, any reserve of strength which could compete against the god holding you still who was infuriatingly at ease in his motionless state, not even trying.

"Oh…" a disappointed glint flitted across Loki’s eyes as your stomach flipped...had he felt something?

"...I just realised I could have brought my book, it looks like I just needed one hand. What a shame…", he drawled as he grinned at you smugly.

You let out an exasperated sigh, going limp underneath him.

"OK, I give up, I’m not ready for you after all, it seems..." you mumbled through gritted teeth. Annoyance littered every syllable as another smirk twitched at the corner of Loki’s lips at your confession, his tongue darting across them as he considered your words.

"I don’t think so, love – you asked for this. So you’re going to make me move."

You suddenly became very aware of your breathing, slow, heavy exhales escaping your throat as your eyebrows knitted towards the god above you. His eyes were unreadable except for his obvious enjoyment of your defeat.

"I can’t, Loki…" you whined, turning your cheek to rest against the carpet, bored with the game now that your earlier confidence was tattered, a flutter of nerves rising in your stomach as you avoided his eyes.

"Oh come now darling...", his biceps strained underneath the snug fit of his shirt as he flexed his elbows to bend deeper towards you, his breath warm in your ear, "there’s more than one way to move a man."

You turned your head slowly, your nose brushing his before he pressed his arms upwards once more away from you. The expanse of his brow dipping towards you as a mess of curls tumbled into view. Now that you weren’t trying to free yourself, your body flooded with unbidden feelings as you assessed the situation.

The scent of him lingered in your nostrils from his brief descent, clinging to his hair as rogue strands brushed your cheeks. An intoxicating mix of amber and leather flushed through your bloodstream, inflaming the path to your groin. Your aching hips tried to rise involuntarily to thrust into him, his firm weight preventing it.

You ran your eyes down the impressive torso hanging over you. The thick muscular expanse of his chest mouthwateringly positioned in your eyeline. Flat lines of his form tucked neatly to that immaculately fitted shirt hiding the deliciously defined abdomen underneath. Those unyielding stomach muscles ran to the creases in his hips, a tight angle to his thighs, long thick femurs bulging with power, gripping you mercilessly.

Fuck.

You tried to squirm as an uncomfortable wetness grew between your restrained legs. your thighs still spread in a static missionary position underneath the unbearable man above you. He could now add unbearably hot to his ever-growing list of unbearable qualities.

"Use your words, darling."

His usual smarm was tinged with a lustful edge as those keen eyes glinted down at you – or was that your imagination?

You could feel a flush rising awkwardly in your cheeks as he moved his hips minutely against yours, his crotch grinding lightly against your pelvic mound. Pressing your lips together, you prayed a moan would not escape them as you tried once more to free your hands from his firm grip.

"Sometimes", he enunciated softly above your struggles, "the most effective way to gain control of a situation…"

His calves squeezed purposefully against the sides of your ass. His thighs slid forward as his hips dragged an inch up your stomach. It pulled against your mound, forcing the hood of your clit to shift with a pent up explosion from the bundle of swollen nerves. You couldn’t tear your gaze away from his, deep pools of darkened and suddenly insatiable desire,

"...is to give in to it."

You couldn’t help it. A pathetic moan rose from deep in your throat as he repeated his movement. Loki towed his hips firmly across your lower body with excruciating precision, exposing your clit mercilessly against the friction of your leggings. He controlled the source of your desire from inches away. He wasn’t even touching it, smug bastard.

Elevating your head slightly, you cast your dizzying gaze to his hips which were poised to flex again across your form. The outline of his huge, hardened cock clearly visible, straining against his suit trousers as he dominated you. You gasped.

You had heard stories about what the God of Mischief had in his pants, but nothing could have prepared you for its presence so temptingly and unexpectedly close to you. The firm outline was thickened against the fabric, begging to be wielded inside your desperately wet channel as you lay prostrate beneath him, hands above your head like a sacrifice.

He observed your eyes widening with a knowing smirk. Loki flexed his elbows to bend towards you once again, his grip never leaving your wrists. Lowering his solid abs to press against your chest, he rubbed his hardened length once, purposefully, across the point of your hipbone.

"Ohhh, Y/N…" he moaned gratefully as his cock dragged firmly across your skin. Your name shuddered wantonly into your ear from his lips like nectar, ‘it seems you have caused me to shake after all…’

You groaned beneath him as he buried his face into your neck. A growl of need thundering lowly in your ear as he towed his enormous manhood firmly against your hip once more. The change in his position allowed to you keen up into him, your grateful hips finding solace against his crotch as you desperately sought relief.

"Loki…" you moaned shamelessly, his angular face appearing in front of yours with curiosity flickering in his sharp, lustful gaze.

"I think we should stop" you panted. The realisation that you were dry humping a colleague in the common room suddenly at the forefront of your mind, however inconveniently.

A low chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, his deft fingers squeezing around your wrists.

"Dinner."

Your brow crinkled as you processed the unexpected statement, "I’m sorry?"

"Dinner." he repeated, his eyebrow raised as he enjoyed your confusion, "My prize. I wish to have dinner with you."

He released your wrists from their fleshy prison, another moan escaping you as blood rushed to your hands. Your fingers tingled as the ache subsided. You sat up, rubbing them intermittently as Loki rose to his feet, rolling his shoulders and flexing his neck as you eyed him suspiciously.

"I would dispute the fact that you won, actually. Technically I made your body move so…"

Your words were a deflection, a feeble attempt to diffuse the sexual charge in the air that threatened to overwhelm you. Loki was unconvinced. His hand reached around your waist, pulling you to him with that vice-like grip you were intimately familiar with. He drew you close as your face tilted upwards, your lips poised to press against his at his command.

"Dispute all you wish," he chucked, "I welcome the discussion. And perhaps after dinner, we can have a re-match…"

Loki's eyes smouldered with innuendo as you shuddered in his arms, the hot wetness between your thighs taunting you as you clenched involuntarily, "...in my chambers, this time."

Your hand ran down his chest, fluidly finding it’s way past his toned hips to the tops of his thighs as his breath hitched. Your fingers brushing lightly over the thick, hard length still snug against his in-seam. Loki’s eyes narrowed as he hissed with need under the pressure of your palm, flashing dangerously as you raised your gaze to his coyly.

"Be careful, darling", his seductive voice laced with warning, "I won’t go as easy on you next time."

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