Coercion - Part 5 [Loki/Romanoff] NC-17
“Open your eyes.” Natasha breathes, though she’s really appreciating the look on Loki’s face right now. How long his lashes are, and the slight colouring that’s appeared on his cheeks. It’s really very beautiful, but she can’t say that to him. She can’t afford to let him know just how much he affects her.
“You are most unfair to hold me back.” Loki groans, opening his eyes and Natasha gasps.
They’re red. Blood red. She opens her mouth to ask if he’s alright, but as fast as it appeared, it’s gone. One blink and his eyes are crisp and blue again.
“Learn to take your own medicine.” Natasha says coolly, but clambers up to sit on Loki’s thighs.
He’s still looking at her like he can’t quite believe she’s here with him. Frankly, she’s having a hard time believing it too.
“You look…magnificent, like that.” Loki rasps, and his hands leave their place on the bed to run the length of her thighs and hips. She’s still touching him, but it’s not enough. Nowhere near enough to get him to climax and it’s frustrating him beyond what he ever thought was possible from a mortal.
Perhaps, just once, he would have to concede that Thor was right.
“What do you want Loki?” Natasha smiles but that smile fades when Loki’s eyes harden.
“I will not beg you for relief.” he growls, but his anger is placated when she sprawls out atop him like a warm blanket, lips at his ear and her breasts crushed to his chest.
“I wouldn’t ask you to beg. Just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” is whispered hotly into his ear, and Loki gives Natasha a calculating look.
“I should like to be inside of you now.” he says quietly.
“You got a condom?”
“A what?”
Natasha winces.
“Uh. It’s a thing we have on Earth…Midgard, whatever. Stops me getting pregnant. Well, it’s supposed to.”
“Oh. Well I can assure you we do not have these ‘condoms’ on Asgard. But you needn’t worry. I am not capable of fathering children just yet.” Loki smiles, which earns him a curious look and he shakes his head. “Trust me, you will regret asking and honestly, I’d rather be doing more pleasant things right now.”
With that, he flips them. Not the gentle roll of lovers entwined, but a full on flip which forces the the air from Natasha’s lungs and she snaps her arms up tight to Loki’s shoulders. He's so close to where she needs him, so fucking close she can almost feel it. Hard flesh meets soft, and for a few hot seconds they just rut against the other, breathing hard and fast with each frantic movement.
“Loki. Loki now!”
He wasn’t made with the ability to resist the need in her voice, and sheathes himself into her without a second pause. Natasha keens loudly, and her nails rake bloody lines into Loki’s shoulderblades, drawing a hiss and the length inside her throbs in response. Her hips push towards him, urging him to move and move he does, with enough force to sink her into the bed and force the beams of it into the wall.
“Holy shit…oh my god, fuck!”
There’s a rather vicious pain in her neck moments later, and Natasha’s eyes snap wide open as blood wells out her neck just as he bends her and hits some rather sensitive spits deep inside. The agent's eyes roll clean back into her head and she burrows into Loki's right shoulder, clinging to him like she fears flying clean into the stars. Loki must have sensed it, because a strong hand slides right under her waist to hold her tight and he gentles his strokes, drawing back from her neck and cursing himself for the fool he is.
~ She’s a mortal, you idiot. Be careful. ~
“Did I hurt you?” he queries, burying his nose into auburn locks and inhaling gently. The scent does nothing to lessen his desire.
“I’m okay, s’just intense.” Natasha whispers back, still clung to Loki’s chest, legs locked tight as iron clamps around his slender hips. “You’re just…really strong.”
“I forget myself. I forget you’re not of Asgard. I shall try to be more mindful from now on.” Loki promises, laying her into the bed and pulling her head back for a kiss. “Move with me Natasha, show me your need,” he purrs, rocking his hips and delighting when she mimics him stroke for stroke. It's too much for him. He's been drawn out too long, too thinly, and barely has the presence of mind to alert her of the inevitable.
“I’m going to spill soon.” he whispers against her lips, arousal rocketing at how swollen they’ve become. “Oh gods yes…I’m-“
There comes the most extraordinary sensation Natasha’s ever felt in her entire life. Loki stiffens above her, and suddenly a cool, almost tingling feeling spreads through her body from her belly upwards. His arms tremble almost imperceptibly, but Natasha’s keen eyes don’t miss it.