the sun in your eyes ☼ loki

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩*

Loki carefully lays her down on his bed and crawls between her thighs. His braided her slightly tickles her face, but holds it up enough for her to see his eyes. Anya pulls him down by the neck, pressing their mouths together. The sound of their lips smacking together only makes Loki press himself against her. She feels his hand trail from her hips to the waistband of her shorts.

Anya gasps against his mouth when his hand slips into her panties and he cups her wet mound. Loki pulls back to watch her face under the dim lights of his room.

"Loki," she moans as his finger slowly rubs against her clit in agonizing circles.

His breath trembles from the way her own face is contorting in pleasure. Loki watches her carefully before he slips two fingers inside her, and she holds tight on his shirt. He pumps his fingers inside her and Loki feels the way her legs are quivering around him. She looked so magnificent this way, and Loki needed to touch her even more.

He pulls his hand out of her shorts and she catches her breath. Loki had his eyes on hers as he sucks her taste from his own digits. She whimpers when Loki takes off his own shirt to expose his lean torso. He reaches between them and yanks her shorts and panties down her legs, throwing them carelessly on the floor. Loki leans down to kiss her lips sweetly again. Anya reaches for his belt to undo them, but Loki uses his magic to dissolve them from his impatience.

Anya removes her shirt and Loki unclasps her brassiere, exposing her beautiful breasts to his eyes. Loki sighs in content before he carefully kneads the soft flesh of her chest. Anya's face flushes once she sees his girthy member standing tall and hard between his legs in a dark red color from his restraint. Definitely bigger than the ones she has encountered before, but then she reminds herself that Loki isn't exactly human. Loki suppresses a smirk and only kisses her again.

As he crawls between her legs, they both moan once he rubs against her obscenely wet opening. When he begins to push inside, Anya stops him. "Wait,"

Loki immediately halts and pulls back, concern on his face. "What's the matter?"

"Sh-shouldn't we use protection first? Like a condom or something?"

Loki smiles fondly at her, kissing her cheek and jaw. They were stark naked in his bed with his shaft rubbing against her, and he still finds her adorable. "Darling, I'm not prone to human diseases. No need to worry."

"Yeah, but won't I get pregnant?" Anya meekly points out.

"No. I hope it won't bother you out if I inform you that I can choose whether or not I impregnate someone. You will not get pregnant." Loki brushes his nose against her cheek. "Unless you want to be," he cheekily adds.

Anya rolls her eyes and lightly smacks his chest, making him chuckle.

"May I continue, Miss Anastasia?" His voice is low in his throat, with a slight tremble to it.

The comeback of the title sends a shudder down her spine, and she nods. Loki smiles and leans down to kiss her while he presses himself inside her. They both moan as he slides into her, until he is buried to the hilt.

Loki lets her adjust for a moment, but it took all of his self-control not to pound into her with no mercy from how sinful she is gripping him. Oh, he has never felt a woman's body this way before. The pleasure he is feeling is heightened by the fact that he was so deeply in love with this mortal woman, that no other Asgardian can ever compare to her.

As he begins to thrust into her with a pace, Anya moans his name in pleasure. Loki snaps his hips into her and she tightens her legs around him. Watching her fall apart underneath him was better than he has ever imagined, and Loki is ashamed to admit that he has imagined this for quite a number of times. Even before he realized that he was growing feelings for her.

Darkly enough, he would imagine it whenever the two of them would argue and annoy one another.

Loki kisses her as he thrusts inside her, feeling ever single ridge of the sweet velvety tunnel she has offered solely to him. Loki moans into her lips as her legs tremble, and he listens to her cry out while the orgasm breaks apart her body.

"That's it, my sweet one. Take your pleasure from me. My good girl." Loki purrs into her ear as he continues to move his hips. Three words are itching to be said, but Loki takes his willpower to hold back.

His hips stutter and he spills himself inside her, before his body lowers on top of her body. They pant in exhaustion, and Anya wraps her arms around him as his head lays on her chest.

After a while of silence, Anya's chest suddenly starts rumbling. It takes Loki a moment to realize that she is chuckling. A smile forms on Loki's face and he joins her, their weak laughs filling the wide space of his room.

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note: steamy. also, i should probably leave a note here that anya did NOT graduate in the red room. she was sold to hydra. so, she was never sterilized like natasha.