@grahoundart So I also did a thing after you posted this... 🤭 I now have to congratulate you for getting me to write something for the first time in MONTHS. At any rate, I hope you enjoy it since I’m blaming it 100% on you.
Rating: NC-17. Smut. Elevator smut to be exact.
Loki didn’t share well. That much was a fact. And it was a relatively well known fact for those who knew him. But there were a lot of people at Stark’s annual Christmas party and not all of them knew Loki. Or his inability share.
I licked my lips and tried to locate Loki in the crowd. We’d gotten separated when he’d gone for more drinks, but that had been ten minutes ago. Now I was beginning to get worried. I bit my bottom lip and chewed on it as I stewed over the possibilities. They were endless. Not everyone had gotten over the whole New York debacle. And sometimes Loki made a habit of putting people in their place. And sometimes that place was through a wall.
I hadn’t heard any outrageous commotion so I was fairly confident that he was behaving wherever he was, but the worry lingered. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn’t see the man in front of me until I’d practically plowed him over.
I dropped my empty glass and I would have followed it onto the floor if not for the arm around my waist. I righted myself and tried to pull away from the stranger who was still holding on to me with a firm hand on my forearm.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” I said as I attempted to disengage for a second time.
He didn’t let go. “It’s okay, I’ll never complain about a beautiful woman falling all over me.” He smirked at me.
I swallowed and hardened my gaze. “You can let go of me now.”
My eyebrows shot up in surprise. Was this guy for real? I narrowed my eyes at him.
“How about you tell me your name first.” His grip tightened.
I yanked on my hand and he yanked right back.
“Mine,” I heard from somewhere behind me, the words cold and precise. “She’s mine and that’s all you need to know. Unhand her.”
I gave an audible sigh of relief. Loki. The stranger dropped my arm like it was on fire and before I could even turn around, Loki had swept me into his arms.
“If you even think about touching her again... I can promise you that it will be the last thing you ever do.” The words were hissed over my head and towards the rude stranger who couldn’t take a hint.
And then, before I could even process what was happening, Loki was guiding me towards the elevator. I tried to question him, but he just continued on. He didn’t stop until we were alone in the lift. He hit the emergency stop and finally turned to face me.
I laughed. “Loki, I’m fine. He was just pushy-“
I bit back the smart remark because I recognized the look in his eyes. They were burning with possession. Loki didn’t share well and, just as he told the man upstairs, he considered me to be his. I was not to be shared, not even by accident.
I softened my gaze and took a careful step towards him. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “I’m okay.”
Without warning, he tugged me into his arms and crashed his lips to mine. He needed this as much as I did. I kissed him back with all the emotion I could muster. His tongue demanded entrance into my mouth and I dropped my jaw obediently. He growled against my lips, pleased with my compliance.
My back hit the wall of the elevator and I buried my hands in his hair, letting him do as he pleased. His mouth fell away from mine and he began to trail fire down my neck. I moaned and shifted, spreading my legs ever so slightly to give him more room. He sighed into my skin and feathered his hand up my thigh until he met the edge of my thong. A finger brushed against my soaked clit and I gasped.
“Tell me,” he entreated, teasing me with light touches over my thong.
I dug around in my pleasure addled brain for the answer to his question, but it took me too long for his liking. He eased my thong to the side and buried his finger inside me. I screamed and I felt him shudder against me.
“Tell me,” he repeated. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Ah. I knew that answer. I replied without hesitation. “You. Only you. Fuck, Loki, it will always be you.”
He bit my neck and began pumping his fingers in and out of me in a frenzy. His thumb joined the fray, rubbing circles around my clit. I was so worked up, it didn’t take me long. A few careful passes over my clit in addition to the two fingers he was thrusting inside me and I fell apart at the seams. His name dropped from my lips and his tongue rubbed along the various bites he’d left on my neck. His small gesture of apology.
I licked my dry lips and let my hands drift down to his belt. I wanted him so badly despite the orgasm I’d just had. I got the buckle undone and was fumbling with his button when his hands reached down. For a moment, I thought he was going to stop me, but his deft fingers made short work of his fly after pushing mine aside.
I gave his hard cock a couple of firm pulls before he was once again brushing my hands aside. He was done playing. I hiked my dress up until it was around my hips and then slid my thong down until it was pooled around my ankles. Loki lifted me up and pressed me against the wall of the elevator once more before carefully pushing into me. I was so wet that he slipped right in, instantly hitting home.
My head fell back and I moaned, loving the feel of him inside me. I was so full. And then he began to move. My fingers dug into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, building up to a frantic rhythm.
“Mine,” I heard him whisper harshly and I nodded my head, agreeing with him.
“Yes,” I panted out. “Yours.”
A few more well aimed thrusts against my g-spot sent me tumbling into my second orgasm of the night, this one more intense than the last. I screamed his name and felt him finish right behind me. I whimpered at the small rush inside.
As we fought to catch our breath, he gently eased my legs down to the floor. I was a little unsteady as my legs felt a little like jello, but after a few moments I managed. I watched Loki pocket my thong and rolled my eyes. I swear he owned more of my underthings than I actually did. He was always pocketing then after our more... adventurous encounters.
After we were both righted, he placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was sweet and gentle, a stark contrast to the almost violent coming together we’d just completed. I returned the chaste kiss, sliding my hands up his chest until they were looped around his neck.
Before the kiss could get carried away, he lifted his head and gave me an almost shy smile. If I didn’t absolutely know better, I’d almost think he was somewhat embarrassed by his possessive behavior. But I did know better. And sure enough, that smile turned into something all together cocky. I grinned and pinched his cheek.
“Do you feel better know that you’ve reaffirmed your claim on me?”
He brought a hand to his heart as if I’d wounded him before pretending to think about it. “In fact, I do, yes, thank you for asking.”
I shook my head with a small laugh. He stopped the motion with a hand on my chin. He tilted my head until our eyes met.
“I love you,” he said fiercely. “And I am as much yours as you are mine.”
“I know,” I murmured back. “I love you, too. So much.”
He smiled and dropped his mouth to mine again. I used my arms around his neck to deepen the kiss for just a moment before he hit the button on the elevator again. It whirred time life and began to move. We were still kissing, albeit softly, when the doors opened.
“Oh my God, my eyes! Please tell me you didn’t just defile my elevator!”
Tony. He was such a drama queen. We ignored him and stepped out to rejoin the party.
Loki stayed by my side the rest of the night in case anyone needed reminding that I was spoken for. And I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
