WARNING: Smut

                                    

                                          
It had been a few months since the New York invasion and the Black Widow was trying to get the God of Mischief out of her mind. She'd been having dreams of the evil bastard lately and some of them were not so pleasant. 



                          
Fury partnered Steve & her up for an upcoming mission to Odessa to capture an unknown terrorist. She was curious how they were going to work together. 
                          
They met up on their way to the quinjet they were going to take, dressed in the suits. When she saw him, she smiled and nodded her head. "Captain."
                          
What happened next made her a bit baffled. 
                          
There was something unfamiliar and yet so familiar in Steve's ocean eyes. She didn't know him all too well but she did know that Captain America wasn't the type to stare a woman so seductively like that. He smirked. "Agent Romanoff."
                          
Her eyebrows twitched. He always called her 'ma'am' everytime they crossed paths.


                          
Natasha dismissed those thoughts and just widened her smile. They entered into the quinjet together and he didn't even bother greeting the pilots. Steve Rogers never missed a second to be polite. 

                          
They sat on the bench seats, sitting oppositely across each other. The blonde supersoldier couldn't keep his eyes off of her. She didn't let it bother her. She knew she was an attractive woman.
                          
The quinjet doors closed, and just as they did, Steve's form slowly turned into a blue dust until he dissipated and turned to Loki, the evil bastard himself, dressed in his green war armour.
                          
Natasha gasped and immediately snatched her gun from her holster, pointing it right at his head. "You."
                          
"Agent Romanoff." His sultry voice didn't seize to both frighten her and make her heart flutter. 
                          
Not only had she been having nightmares about this evil god killing her through Clint, but she'd also had wet dreams. Very, very wet dreams. She didn't understand why she didn't just shoot him now. "Stop the flight, now!" She growled at the pilots without taking her eyes off of Loki, her expression livid.
                          
The pilots didn't even turn their heads to her.

                          
Loki all but smirked. "They cannot hear you. Whatever is happening now, is protected by a projection of you and the Captain sitting motionlessly." His smirk turned into a wicked grin. He chuckled. "Have you been dreaming of me?"


                          
Realization slowly dawned on her and she fumed. "You sick asshole!" She snarled. "I should just shoot you right now."
                          
"And where's the fun in that?" He quipped.
                          
She tightened her grip on her gun.
                          
"All those dreams of me being inside of you all for nothing?" He slowly bit his lip and she got distracted by the sensual movement. She looked back at his eyes and intensified her glare. 
                          
"You have a sick mind."
                          
"And yet you moaned for me. I didn't force myself on you. You wanted me." He grinned. "I'm flattered, Agent Romanoff."
                          
"What are you doing here?" She demanded. 
                          
His grin slowly dropped until a dark lustful glare replaced his godly flawless face. "I'm here to have you, what other reason, dear?"
                          
Her grip on her gun shook slightly, but she stared back at him defiantly. He stood up, her gun following him. He neared her and stopped to bring the gun down with a single finger, she didn't even protest. He grabbed her to her feet and attacked her lips in a passionate kiss. It was just like the dreams. Where he took her roughly and she so easily submitted to him because she didn't see it any other way. She kissed him back with equal roughness, grabbing a fistful of his black hair as they exchanged fervent sloppy kisses that had her whimpering. He brought down the front zip of her catsuit as he devoured her mouth. Even though she was submissive in the end, she always fought for dominance in the beginning. She was kissing him wildly and he didn't even want to strain her. He knew how much she wanted him. He wasn't going to stop her. She nibbled her teeth on his bottom lip and pulled, before kissing him hotly again.


                          
He laid her on the bench and they were naked in seconds. He used his magic to also widen the size of the bench. 
                          
He entered his big cock into her and she gasped in surprise, not prepard for his size. He groaned as he slowly pulled out of her before he slammed into her again, making her cry out. Loki thrusted in and out of her, snapped his hips roughly against hers. She wrapped her legs around him and arched her back, changing the angle a bit where he hit the right spots to make her moan. 
                          
He stared at her beautiful face as he fucked her, hanging onto every sensual moan that came out of those plumpy pink lips. She held onto his shoulders and he felt her nails digging into his skin as he quickened his pace and intensified his thrusts. She cried out in ecstasy and said his name. 
                          
Natasha felt a pit of pleasure form in her stomach, her want for him almost killing her. He went harder until she felt spikes of pain mixed with milky pleasure. She met his thrusts with her own and they moved in a fast rhythm together. He lowered to claim her lips, slipping his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back.



                          
He groaned in pleasure and felt himself catching his climax. "Say my name."
                          
She bit her lips to try & not release a moan, screwing her eyes shut as she felt the pressure getting more hotter and hotter.
                          
"Say my name!"
                          
"Loki..." She moaned, clawing at her breast desperately. "Oh, yes. Hmm, Loki... Yes..."
                          
"Who do you belong to?" He groaned, thrusting roughly into her.
                          
"You... you." She whimpered. "I'm yours, Loki."
                          
"You're mine?" 
                          
She saw emotion swirling in his icy blue eyes and she felt that she meant every word. She leaned up to kiss him. "Yours. Yours, Loki."
                          
"Mine." He growled. 
                          
She cursed, feeling herself so close. And with his next hard thrust, she was a mess. "Loki!" She cried, but he fucked her through her orgasm to chase his own. She couldn't breathe.
                          
He spilled inside of her with a strangled groan, holding her hips in a vice grip, making his mark there.

                          
He dropped his head onto her shoulder and she giggled in bliss. She sighed and weakly wrapped her arms around his neck. But then he pulled his head back and looked at her with the most adorable confused eyes. He looked surprised at the girly sound coming out of her mouth.

                          
She smirked. "This doesn't mean I like you."