Thor. ❌

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Ever since that hammer had come crashing down to earth and you met your best friend Thor, your life had been so much better. He helped you out of your depression and took you on adventures around the universe, but sometimes he had to go save worlds that were out of your pay grade. He had just come back from not being seen since you defeated Ultron and you couldn't be happier. Stark was throwing a party and you stood in Thors room, already dressed but trying to help him find something to wear.

You sifted through the hangers in his closet, listening to his story while he stood in the bathroom

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You sifted through the hangers in his closet, listening to his story while he stood in the bathroom. "And then, Loki and I release Ragnarok on Asguard and the Hulk throws that God-awful dog thing off of the cliff." He rambles, leaning against the bathroom door frame as he watched you. Well, mainly your ass. "And then, and then, and then, Surtur kills Hela and we all go home. Now Norway is New Asguard and everybody's happy."
You smile over your shoulder at him, pulling a shirt out of his closet and laying it on the bed. "I'm proud of you." You praise, crossing your arms over you chest, unaware it made your tits more prominent. "A hero and a king." Your hand reached up to feel his scruff on his chin.
He leaned into your touch. "I missed you." He said, shutting his eyes softly.
"I missed you too." You couldn't help but feel a lot more attracted to him with short hair. Ignoring the thought, you lightly slapped his cheek. "Go sit down so I can tidy this up." You ordered, tugging on his messy beard.
He made a mock offended face. "You don't like my beard?" He asked, feeling it for himself.
You rolled your eyes, pushing him towards the chair that was pushed against the dressing table. "Relax, I'm not going to shave it off, I'm just going to clean up the edges."
You quickly disappeared into the bathroom, retrieving a bowl of water, the shaving cream and a straight razor.
You joined him back in the bedroom to find that he had removed his shirt and sat on the chair. "You loose your shirt or something?" You teased, putting everything down on the vanity.
He chuckled. "I didn't want to ruin it." He simply stated as you used the brush to go around the edges of his beard with the shaving cream. You took a sip from your wine glass before beginning, making him chuckle. "Are you sure you should be so close to my throat with a knife when you're intoxicated?" He asked, smirking when you rolled your eyes.
"I'm Russian," You began, flicking out the blade of the razor. "we tend to have a high alcohol tolerance."
Thor couldn't help but notice how sexy you were in that moment; lips parted in concentration as you bent over to have better access, giving him a clear view of the valley between your breasts.
He saw how uncomfortable the position was for you and mustered up the courage to take a chance. He reached up, his hands landing on your hips and pulling you down to straddle him. You raised a brow in question, but you couldn't deny that it felt right. However, you did feel slightly self conscious when your dress rode up and revealed your black lace panties. You ignored this fact, but Thor didn't, glancing down at them in secret every chance he got. You continued, washing off the blade in the bowl of water and proceeding to edge his stubble carefully. When you got near to the end, just under his ear, Thor tensed in arousal, bringing his hands up to place on your hips. You gasped at the sudden contact, making you press down a little too hard on his skin, thus drawing blood.
He winced, making you pull away quickly and grab the tissue from the dressing table. "Shit. I'm so sorry." You gushed, gently patting the blood away until it stopped bleeding.
Thor smirked. "You should be more careful." He suggested, watching as you washed the blade in the water again.
You smirked right back, continuing what you were doing. "You should be less distracting." You mumbled, continuing to remove rouge hairs from around his beard.
But the fact was, Thor isn't the distracting one, you were. The tiny part of black lace that your dress had revealed caused Thor's cock to practically lurch into action and he was dying to just bend you over and rail you.
When you reached down to his throat with the straight razor, Thor visibly gulped with arousal. "Nervous?" You asked with a smirk.
He huffed a quiet laugh, "Never." When you finally finished edging Thor's beard, you threw the razor back into the bowl of water and wiped his face with the towel, but didn't move from his lap. "Thank you, Y/N." He said, glancing at himself in the mirror before looking back at you, never once removing his hands from your hips. He couldn't believe that you hadn't yet noticed the hard on in his pants that was literally inches away from your clothed cunt and it was driving him crazy. He couldn't stop picturing your shaven, soaked pussy and his cock was so strained in his pants, it hurt.
"You're welcome." You smiled at him but there was something more behind it and you shifted slightly in his lap, now noticing the hard on, but having very little reaction. You felt the arousal pool in your underwear at the thought that Thor was just as turned on as you before you felt him move. He shifted on the chair, grinding his crotch up into yours softly and causing you to gasp at the tease. "What are you doing?" You asked him, gripping onto his shoulders as if to almost ask him to do it again. He watched as you bit your lip tenderly and stared at his eyes, "I didn't do anything, I don't know what you're talking about." He smirked when you rose a brow.
You opened your mouth to say something, scolding him, but all that came out was a moan as he ground his rock hard cock up into your cunt harder this time, making more friction. Your hands now gripped the back of his neck as you slid closer to him on his lap, leaning your head into the crook of his neck as he helped your dress to ride up some more with his fingers, eventually exposing your whole thong with your dressed bunched around your stomach.
"Thor," You said his name in his ear, prompting him to grind himself into you a third and fourth time, eliciting nothing but ragged breaths and quiet moans. "This is so wrong." You eventually managed to whisper when you came to your senses more, tightly trapping his broad body in between your thighs nevertheless.
You could practically hear his smirk as he struggled not to groan in pleasure while he moved himself against you in a steady rhythm now. "Then why does it feel so right?" His hot mouth latched onto your bare neck, brushing hair out of the way to have better access as he sucked and licked the skin. You moaned as he continued his assault for a few minutes, just kissing your neck and dry humping until your hands subconsciously found themselves moving to his belt buckle. He pulled away from your skin, chuckling lightly at your eagerness and pulling your face up to kiss him.
This wasn't your first kiss, you had actually kissed on numerous occasions but this one was the first one that had meaning behind it. Your hands finally undid the buckle and you tugged his pants open, needing to have Thor's help to get the waist band of his underwear below his balls before he was comfortable. His hand cupped your pussy and you moaned as he stroked your lips through the fabric of your underwear before he pushed it to the side, raking his fingers through the real thing now.
Thor groaned at how wet you were, sinking a finger into you easily and pulling it back out again, only to replace it with his cock.

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