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Natasha moaned into the pillow as he slid his fingers in and out of her. She was on all fours with her face mushed into the pillow and she was convinced that she hated Loki even more now then when he was tearing up New York. His fingers teased her clit and she was up and off and...grounded as he drew back.
"I hate you." she growled, completely serious.
Loki just laughed and flipped her over onto her back. He grabbed one of her legs and threw it over his shoulder. She was impossibly wet and he smirked at her, knowing this. He lowered his head slowly, looking into her eyes as he did so. He teased her thighs, licking at them. He moved up, licking circles around her clit. She nearly screamed, bucking her hips up. Loki held her down and she whimpered.
The Black Widow should not whimper. It's something that Natasha Romanoff does NOT do. She makes other people beg, makes them whimper. But there she was, her leg over the god's shoulder as he licked teasing circles around her clit. He moved his head and gave a good suck on her clit. She could of screamed. He did it again and she was convinced that if he did it once more, she would be gone.
So naturally, he decided to move further down and dig his tongue into her. She growled and tried to tangle her fingers into his hair to keep him there. He pinned her hands above her head and continued. His tongue was nimble, tracing ovals into her walls, lapping up everything she gave him. She screamed and just as she was about to come, he pulled back.
Natasha growled, tears leaking outside of her eyes. Loki smirked, wiping his mouth with his hand and rubbing it on her sheets.
Finally, he thrust into her, cock rubbing at her clit. He moaned loudly and she could feel the rumble of his chest. Gripping her hips with a bruising grip, he moved fast, pounding inside her. Natasha's nails dug into his back. Her entire body was quivering. She needed release.
"Please!" She gasped. Natasha tried to roll him over, growling, but he held her still as he pulled out, coming onto her stomach. She knew he just did it because she hated it. He was shaking with laughter as his clothing appeared back onto him, horns and all.
"It burns you to have to come so close." He growled into her ear and all she could do was whimper.
When he disappeared, her hand was already bringing herself to orgasm. It was his name on Natasha's lips and she knew that Loki knew that.
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Thank you so much! this was perfect, and so hot, and exactly what I wanted! I'm just sitting here flailing in excitement. And Loki/Natasha is my OTP for this fandom, so seriously, this fic could not be any better. Thank you!
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