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kitten4sannie · 1 year ago

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ohh my lovely, lovely nora you have no idea how how adorable you are truly like the fact that you hid this fic from me for so long just so that it would be a surprise … i’m in absolute shambles ;; and i’m about to be one foot in the grave after i read this fic again bc GODDD you killed it you just took my silly little horny thot and elevated it into the next dimension(like you always do ofc) but GODDAMN man the way i would go into debt for your stripper san ughhh and DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT OUTFIT YOU CHOSE FOR HIM !! i can’t stop picturing the way his tiddies would be popping out of that thing oh my god i’m ill anywaysss time for the parts that flung me into outer space ✨

Cheap, glittery fabric pressed into the skin of his toned chest, stretching around his biceps until a peak of his warm skin tone shone through the white. His thighs wrapped around the pole, the muscles bulging as he held himself up and rolled his body around the metal rod, a dainty belly chain loose around his narrow waist, head rolled backwards to stretch out the column of his freckled throat.

IM ALREADY READY TO BARK FOR THIS MAN WHAT THE FUCK THE BELLY CHAIN THE MELANIN HIS TINY WAIST THE DESCRIPTION OF HIS NECK RJRJDDB I LOVE THE WSY YOU WRITE SMMMM

ogling eyes zeroing in on the metal bar piercing his nipple as it occasionally brushed against the pole.

*distant barking grows louder and louder*

“And tight, ‘tried him out myself,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, proud of his take on a job interview.

no he did nottttt oml pimp woo’s so nastyy i need himm 💥💥💥💥 also the mention of his curved nose made me glitch out so thank you for that~

“What’s the matter, Sannie, did Youngie fuck you too hard last night? Can’t even arch your back properly?”

HELPPPPPP SHES SO HOT FOR THAT

San took a few breaths and drove his cock further into you, grinding his length between your dripping walls until it chubbed up once again. It caught you off guard, his eagerness to perform, to prove himself to you, to fuck you dumb in front of all your customers.

i’m losing itttttt :)))))

Calloused fingers slipped under you to tangle in the hair at your nape, tugging sharply until your neck craned at the force, your next words dying on your tongue as he began pistoning his cock into your needy cunt, a broken cry ripping through your chest as his cockhead pressed into your sweet spot repeatedly.

RRDHXJDHSHDHDH IVE LOST IT MY LAST MARBLE ITS GONE OH MH GOD THE SWITCH IN DYNAMICS FUCKS ME UPPPP

“You want them to watch how I’m gonna fuck you full? I’ll give you all I have, Miss, every last drop, until you’re all swollen with my cum,” he rambled

San interrupted your complaints, “tell me you want it.”

“-and I’m the one fucking you stupid,” he retorted

THESEEE LINES AAAAAAAAAA I NEED HIMM 🥲🥲🥲🥲

San’s fingers dented your skin with enough force to promise blossoming bruises, his breath laboured as he began to chase his own high after you’d ridden out yours, fucking into you like a madman, “’m almost there, Miss, ‘gonna make sure you’re nice and full of me,” He groaned near your ear, the sound melting away the tinges of overstimulation jolting you away from him, his tight grip keeping you in place to buck his hips into your used hole. “So full you might get pregnant- ngh!”

no thoughts …. none at all ….

move

navi

pairing: pole dancer!choi san x club owner!reader (fem)

w.c.: 3.3k

tags: smut, ft. pimp!woo

song rec: 'move' by taemin

with his toned thighs wrapped around the pole, sweat glistening under the changing lights, you felt the urge to wipe the cocky smirk off the new hire's lips. but little did you know, choi san loved performing for a crowd.

A/N: this is for my lovely, pretty, gorgeous, insanely kind, amazing, genius, and beautiful alyssa (@kitten4sannie) <3 I'm sorry this took over a month to get to ;; I really hope the wait was worth it though!! + a big thank you to choy (@chokchokk) for entertaining my thoughts for the past few days!! happy reading~ ^^

nsfw & warnings under the cut—minors dni!! 🔞

warnings: this —in white— is san's outfit for reference (except tighter, cheaper-looking and with a different chain), mentioned mxm, reader has one drink but everything is consensual, switch!san (shorty give me whip-whiplash), mean!reader, she's a badass though, public sex, unprotected sex (👎), san has a nipple piercing, some nipple play (m), multiple orgasms (m), multiple creampies, some edging, overstimulation, a hint of breeding/impreg kink, voyeurism/exhibitionism, degradation, so much dirty talk, nicknames (sannie, pretty boy; miss, darling), I think that's all (?)

Scrunching your nose at the rancid odour of sewage, your heeled boots clacked against the pavement leading to the guarded club entrance, digging into your coat pocket and fishing out a stack of bills to lay gently in front of the homeless man’s sleeping bag. You passed by him every night, his yellow grin a stark contrast to his surroundings—fetid air driving everyone in the area to hold their breath, disease-ridden rodents and pretentious high school dropouts with one too many stacks of their daddy’s money crawling around in the vicinity.

You walked past the burly guard at the front, watching his ninety-degree bow from the corner of your eye as you stepped into the club. It wasn’t the best area to run such business, but you got enough loyal customers—mostly rich men lying to their wives—to pay the bills. You supposed you should be thankful to your father for that, the wretched bastard leaving his only daughter to run this shithole.

You walked down the short hallway and into wide room, blues and purples illuminating the shiny tile and peeling walls as you carried yourself to the bar near the entrance. The rusted stool creaked as you rested your body weight down on it, ignoring the young bartender as she scrambled to make your usual drink, drops of expensive liquor flying over the bench before she dropped a decorated glass in front of you. Giving her a tight-lipped smile, you wrapped your fingers around the cup and allowed the bitterness to sink into your taste buds.

Sitting sideways at the bar, forearm flat on the surface with the drink loosely held in your hand, you focused your eyes on the man to your left, moving his body around the pole anchored in the middle of the room. Cheap, glittery fabric pressed into the skin of his toned chest, stretching around his biceps until a peak of his warm skin tone shone through the white. His thighs wrapped around the pole, the muscles bulging as he held himself up and rolled his body around the metal rod, a dainty belly chain loose around his narrow waist, head rolled backwards to stretch out the column of his freckled throat. You could tell he was trying to show off his rounded backside, but his movements carried a certain stiffness that made you scoff. The customers spread out on the seats surrounding the stage—a mix of older, unhappily married men, and younger, broke college students who couldn’t afford a fancier club—didn’t seem to mind as much, taking in his lousy attempt of an arch and the prominent bulge pressing against the thin material of his shimmering bottoms, ogling eyes zeroing in on the metal bar piercing his nipple as it occasionally brushed against the pole.

He lowered himself down onto the LED flooring on his tiptoes, maintaining the graceful stance as the song came to an end, feline eyes flitting upwards to bore into yours. He oozed confidence, the air around him almost unbreachable, and for a reason you couldn’t place your finger on, the cocky curl of his lips irked you, your eyebrow twitching in irritation at the shameless show of brashness.

Veiny arms circled your shoulders, a familiar rasp in your ear, “that’s the new hire I was telling you about. Pretty neat, don’t you think?” His dark brown locks tickled your temple, curved nose nuzzling into your hair.

You hummed in agreement, “Mm, good job, Woo. He’s pretty.”

“And tight, ‘tried him out myself,” you could hear the smirk in his voice, proud of his take on a job interview.

You reached back to smack his shoulder, a faint smile on your lips. “He’s a little too confident for someone who can’t even arch properly, though,” you critiqued, narrowing your eyes at the man now bent over in front of the small crowd, thick fingers wrapped around the pole while he attempted to move his stiff muscles.

“He’s not that bad,” Wooyoung rolled his eyes, tracing over the man’s plump ass with his eyes as he played back the events from the previous night in his mind, the throaty moans and whimpers still fresh in his ears.

“Even you can do a better job than him, and that’s saying a lot.”

Two fingers pinched your upper arm through the blazer covering it, Wooyoung’s unamused huff blowing over the shell of your ear. “If you’re so displeased by his performance, why don’t you teach him how to do it yourself?” He pushed back the image of the man’s narrow waist and puckered hole, replacing it with the memory of the private show you’d put on for him the week before.

While Wooyoung was too busy fighting off the sudden tightness in his pants, you contemplated his words—despite knowing he’d spoken them humorously. Tightening your hand around your drink, you brought it up to your lips and gulped down the rest of it, pushing Wooyoung off you and standing up. He scrambled to find his footing, caught off guard by your brassy stride towards the center of the room, aiming towards the occupied chair right across the stage.

With a hand on the college freshman’s shoulder, you pulled him off the worn-down leather, sitting down in his place and watching him scurry away with a hand halfway down his pants. Redirecting your attention towards the handsome man in front of you, his gaze instantly locked with yours, and something in his eyes gave away that he knew who you were. His hips swayed with more finesse—still not up to your standards—and his expression contorted to mimic a state of ecstasy. He was trying to impress you.

You watched for a few seconds, until he bent down lower, the pathetic arch of his spine pushing the words off your tongue, “Choi San, was it?” your voice cut through the music. “It seems like Wooyoung may have spoken too highly of you. I’m a little disappointed,” you took pleasure in the slow erasure of his cocky smirk, his movements faltering as he took in your words, hints of discontent evident in your tone. “Stand up straight, pretty boy.” You leaned forward in your seat, resting your elbows over your thighs as you watched him hesitantly part from the pole to straighten up. A smirk—a sign of power, perhaps—found its way onto your lips, “why don’t you grind on that pole for me? Since you seem so confident in yourself.”

Red tinted the shell of his ears, and you wondered how a few words could have affected a man like him so easily, as though he wasn’t standing in a room full of people ogling at his body, two pieces of glimmering fabric hiding him from their deviant gaze.

You could almost see the thoughts churning in his pretty head, dubiously reaching for the pole once again, standing behind it and beginning his decent into a full squat. Firm muscle bulged out of his thighs, oiled, tan skin reflecting the moving lights shining over his figure, his clothed bulge trapped between the metal and his abdomen. His hands remained above his head as he sunk lower, the cropped material of his shirt riding up to reveal more of his flushed chest. You watched him wordlessly, eying the deliberate brush of his nipple piercing over the pole, a muted ‘clink’ drowned under the music. Your eyes moved back to his face, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his eyebrows drawn in, and when you trailed down his body, your lips only curled further: his half-hard length pressing against the scratchy fabric, a wet patch spreading through the material and shimmering alongside the glitter. You may be starting to understand Wooyoung’s strange infatuation with the man.

You pushed off the creaky leather, smoothing down your suit before taking a few steps onto the round LED flooring, standing next to the crouched man and watching him twist his head to look up at you.

It was known rule everywhere that the dancers were not to be touched, and you figured your next move would probably be setting a bad example in front of your customers, but your clientele consisted mostly of regulars, people who knew you to be the boss. People who knew you made the rules.

You reached down to grab his face, fingers digging into his jaw and angling it further upwards, “you’re too stiff.” Your lips curved at his attempt at pushing away, nose scrunched up in defiance.

“’m not stiff,” he retorted weakly, words muffled through the tight squeeze of your fingers around his face.

“What’s the matter, Sannie, did Youngie fuck you too hard last night? Can’t even arch your back properly?” You gave his head a firm shake with every rhetorical question, pouting your lips in faux sympathy. His cheeks heated up under your touch, the pretty pink bleeding down his neck and chest as your aired out his nightly endeavors.

“I can arch my back-”

“My club is gonna run out of business if you keep running your mouth instead of doing your job properly, pretty boy. My old man would be rolling in his grave if that ever happens. We don’t want that now, do we?” You watched panic seep into his features when you spoke your next words, “how will you pay off your debt then, hm?”

“I-I’ll learn how to do it, please just-” his fingers release around the pole and wrap around your calves instead, his knees falling to the floor by your feet while he pleaded. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

His touch wasn’t unpleasant, rough fingertips brushing over your clothed skin, squeezing gently while he squirmed under you. Your fingers eased around his jaw but didn’t let go, pleased to have a man of his stature in the palm of your hand, yours to maneuver and handle however you wished. “And what will you do until then? Learning takes time, and we’re short-staffed, you know.”

A dangerous glimmer lit up San’s dark eyes, a sense of danger churning in your gut. Skilled hands slid up your legs, past your knees and thighs to settle on the curve of your hips, nuzzling his face into your palm before speaking. For a reason you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, you allowed him to do as he pleased, as though you suddenly had your own personal, human-sized cat, brimming with affection it didn’t know how to express. Siren eyes blinked up at you, a smile loaded with playfulness and mischief directed at you.

“I’ll just make sure to put on a performance they’ll never forget.”

Antsy hands pushed open your unbuttoned blouse to slide over the heated skin, your dress pants tossed and abandoned over the chair you’d been sitting in, lace panties dangling off the angle resting on San’s shoulder. His glitzy top scratched against your skin, forming a blister you were too busy to care about as San’s body pressed against yours with his belly chain forming indents into your navel, his cock pounding into you to the steady beat of the music blasting through the decrepit speakers, a distant whirring disrupting the audio.

You slapped his hand off your chest, a warning look in your eyes and a pathetically despondent one in his, reaching for your hand and guiding it to his own chest, a silent ‘touch me instead.’ It was fascinating how quickly San’s cocky persona vanished once he got his dick wet, his face contorting—eyebrows furrowed and his eyes lidded—while you pulled on his piercing, rolling his nipple under your thumb and reveling in the tight moans rolling off his tongue.

“Fuck, ‘m close,” he mumbled, readjusting on his knees, the tight material of his bottoms low on his thighs restricting the movement.

“Already?” you teased, sucking in a sudden breath at the new angle, his cock curving into your g-spot through his relentless thrusts, his previous rhythm lost in his overflowing lust. “What a waste of a pretty cock, can’t even last long enough to make me cum.”

You noted the rose bleeding into his ears once again, his hips stuttering and a throaty moan leaving his lips as he emptied inside you, his hot seed spreading warmth through your lower belly. You laughed as he lowered himself onto you, hovering over your torso while he rolled his hips into your cunt, riding out his orgasm with airy moans and tightly-shut eyes. Paper bills fluttered in the air, some sticking to the sweat beaded on San’s back while the majority landed around your tangled bodies.

You were about to get up, words of beration forming on your tongue, but San took a few breaths and drove his cock further into you, grinding his length between your dripping walls until it chubbed up once again. It caught you off guard, his eagerness to perform, to prove himself to you, to fuck you dumb in front of all your customers.

The slow pace he adopted wasn’t enough, but the deliberate drag of his cock over your g-spot nearly sent you spiraling, the leg perched up on his shoulder shaking with every thrust. “Ngh, do you like being watched, pretty boy?”

San’s bashfulness was nowhere to be found, replaced with a pleased smile and a quick nod to his head, “Mm, I do,” his fingers kneaded the flesh of your thigh, his other hand pushing down your right leg to further open you up for him, driving his cock into you twice before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “what about you, Miss? You’re the same, aren’t you? I can feel your cunt squeezing around me every time you look at the perverts watching us.”

Your limbs felt heavy, something in your stomach convulsing at his words. “Watch your mouth-”

“You want them to watch how I’m gonna fuck you full? I’ll give you all I have, Miss, every last drop, until you’re all swollen with my cum,” he rambled, soft lips pressed against your temple while he hammered into you, sending you barreling towards the edge.

A tingle spread through your limbs, the edges of your vision darkening, and you prepared to freefall into a numbing orgasm, but San’s hips suddenly slowed to a languid grind, his lips stretching menacingly against your skin.

“No- fuck, I was so close-”

San interrupted your complaints, “tell me you want it.”

Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance. It was as though he was holding your orgasm for ransom. “Don’t be a fucking asshole, I’m still your boss-”

“-and I’m the one fucking you stupid,” he retorted, that vexing smirk on his face once again, and you wanted to punch it away. You’d assume abusing an employee would bring bad rep to your club, though, and you couldn’t afford to lose any customers. So you settled on glaring at him, attempting to roll your hips but huffing when San’s hands anchored you down to the floor.

“C’mon, just say you want it. I’ll give you whatever you want, Miss.” He lowered his voice down to a whisper, “all of it, just for you.”

The deep baritone of his voice, the words flowing smoothly off his tongue, warm hands splayed over your hips, occasionally squeezing at the flesh at the end of every sentence, his musky perfume mixed in with the tangy scent of his sweat engulfing your senses. Your walls pulsed around his cock, sitting thick and heavy inside you while you squirmed under him, the skin of your cheeks heated under his gaze as he awaited the words he wanted to hear. After a few minutes of his relentless stare-down, cat-like eyes boring into yours with incessant demand, you gave in, muttering the words under your breath and breaking eye contact.

Just when you thought you could breathe again, his deep chuckle echoed in your ear, the pleasant sound preferable over the music playing in the background, but his words sent a wave of cold sweat seeping out of your pores, “No, no. Say it louder for me, darling.”

You huffed in exasperation, the smell of alcohol swimming in the air between you. Shutting your eyes to relieve yourself of the sight of San's sharp jawline and arched eyebrow, you missed the way his gaze flitted upwards to meet with Wooyoung’s—the man now sat in the chair to the left of the stage, palming at the obvious tent in his pants.

San gave a harsh thrust to egg you on, the shot of pleasure shooting up your spine at the gesture enough to push the words off your tongue, “just fucking give me your cum already, ‘want it all inside,” you slurred, voice breathy with hints of desperation.

San didn’t waste any time before picking up his pace, pounding into your heat with urgent want, as though he was a starved man at a banquet. It was as though he’d lit your nerves on fire, the pleasure so intense your mind went numb, nails digging into San’s biceps as he pulled moan after moan out of you. “Hnnngh! L-like that, yeah-”

There was no build-up to your orgasm, and you found yourself tumbling down a steep cliff into a valley of ecstasy, lips forming an ‘o’ while San guided you through it. With your back arched off the ground, your blouse damp and stuck to your slick back, you clung to the fluid drag of San’s throbbing cock between your fluttering walls, the sound of skin-on-skin following the beat vibrating through the speakers.

Driven to completion by his own words, San’s throaty moans drowned out the melody strumming in the background, spurts of hot cum adding to the white painting your walls as he milked himself of every last drop. It seemed like you were the one who had fucked him stupid, barely-coherent, babbled praise flowing into your ear as he tucked his head into the crook of your neck.

Your knee dug into your chest, and you stared at the lace still hanging off your ankle where it sat on San’s shoulder, pins and needles pricking at your muscles from the prolonged position. But you didn’t complain, simply basking in the afterglow while San’s chest rose and fell into yours. You could see the flutter of paper bills in your peripherals—more than you’d ever seen before on a slow, Thursday night—barely any of them reaching you as the men tossing them had their dominant hands preoccupied. Your eyes moved sideways, meeting Wooyoung’s, already staring back at you with a knowing smirk on his pouty lips.

Through the thick haze of the orgasm still clouding your mind, your muscles twitching with its remnants as San’s cock spasmed pathetically between your flooded walls, two loads streaming out of your stretched cunt, you realised just how much Choi San enjoyed performing for a crowd.

And just how much you could profit off that.

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thatrandomcatoverthere · 4 years ago

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Hey love 💛 can I request a Loki x reader fic? Something angsty but fluffy where the Reader is friends with the Avengers, and Loki can’t believe she’d fall for someone like him? 😊 Thank you so much!! 🥰❤️

so sorry for how long it took me to write this, I've been swamped at work now that school is starting back up. I hope you like it and that its what you were looking for! Thank you for the idea I really enjoyed writing this one ❤️❤️

Warnings: angst and fluff, reader gets hurt, stitches are mentioned, nothing crazy in this one just insecure Loki

Before:

Y/n and Loki clicked the second they met, they were basically best friends. They both loved books, both could use magic (y/n would never admit it but Loki was superior in his magic compared to hers), and most importantly they both loved to cause mischief together.

The sound of Clint screaming like a little girl was heard through the vents of the whole compound. Y/n and Loki sat on the sofa both of them reading their own books when they heard it. Nat, Steve, and Tony shared a look before looking at the two questionably. “Can I help you three?” Y/n said not looking up. She was more focused with the spider illusion she made, which was currently following Clint in the vents along with Loki's own illusion. “Why is Clint screaming? You two never relax like this in the middle of the day.” Nat answered knowingly. Loki looked up at them and shrugged, “I’ve no clue what you’re talking about, maybe he saw a spider.”

Then almost like it was planned, Clint fell out of the vent opening in the living room. Right on top of Tony. Tony groaned in pain and pushed Clint off of him. Y/n couldn’t keep herself from laughing when Clint went on rambling about two spiders in the vents following him. His head snapped over to look at the two. “It was you two! I know it was, one was purple and the other was green! Whyyyyyyy?” Loki gave the small happy smirk on his face that he only did around Y/n. “Arrow man, I think the vent dust is getting to you. We would never do such a silly thing.” Loki stated looking at y/n, who was smiling beautifully as she agreed.

Thor walked in at that moment and saw the look he gave her, he only gave that look to their mother usually. Thor asked what was going on and why Clint looked angry and terrified. Steve finally spoke up, “Y/n and Loki placed two illusion spiders in the vent to chase Clint.” “Did nottttt!” Y/n wined.

After a small argument everyone decided they wanted to get changed into pajamas and watch a movie, Loki only agreed because y/n had begged him to watch it.

When everyone was back and settled into the living room, Nat popped in a comedy movie that Thor and Loki said they'd never watched.

Y/n was seated on the sofa in-between Loki and Thor, wearing soft black pajama shorts, and a shirt with Loki wearing his helmet on it that Tony got her as a gag gift. Steve, Bucky, Nat, Wanda, and Tony were also in the room seated on another couch or various recliners. About halfway through the movie most of the lot were asleep.

Y/n had passed out, her legs thrown over Thor's lap and her head laying on Loki’s chest as his arm was around her shoulders. He usually didn’t like touching anyone, she was the only one allowed. He was stuck in his thoughts not noticing he had been staring at her sleeping face. He didn’t understand his feelings, he had never liked being around anyone, never enjoyed one persons company so much as he loved being around his mother. He couldn’t deny that she was beautiful. Her h/c hair perfectly complimented her s/c skin, with her piercing but soft e/c eyes.

He was so lost in thought he didn’t see Nat and Thor share a look of knowing. It was only when Nat got up and went to the kitchen “for a snack”, truth is she was going to stay by the door and listen to the conversation, that Loki snapped out of his thoughts. Thor cleared his throat getting the raven haired mans attention.

“Yes Thor?” Loki looked at his brother, slightly annoyed not feeling like conversing.

“Brother, I know that look you give her. She has captured your heart hasn’t she?” Thor asked quietly so he didn't wake the sleeping girl. He already knew the answer of course but he wanted to make sure Loki didn’t mess this up. He saw the heart eyes y/n gave his brother when she thought no one was looking. It was actually so cute it was disgusting and everyone had seen the way she acts towards him and looks at him. Had Loki not been so naive, he would have noticed by now too.

Loki sighed, thinking for a moment. Back to all the memories he had with her, she was the only one willing to give him a chance at first. She fought alongside Thor to allow Loki to join the avengers, she welcomed him with open arms no matter how much he pushed her away at first. It wasn’t until he saw her in battle on a mission that he gave her a chance.

Loki heard a scream and looked towards his team mate. Y/n’s hands were glowing purple, her eyes had turned a vibrant violet. He watched as she skillfully swung her large obsidian daggers, slashing a mans throat in front of her. It was that man that had screamed in fear. Loki decided at that moment he needed to know more about this little witch.

He didn’t expect that moment to cause a close friendship between the god and witch to bloom. Several things clicked in place all at once. The feeling he had around her, the want to make her smile and laugh all the time, the feeling he felt when she had gotten a bullet wound in her leg once when fighting hydra, the anger that bubbled up in his chest before he killed the man. He realized, maybe he did love her. A sad look formed on his face as he looked at Thor, there were no words needed. He couldn’t fathom that she would ever love him back.

The next morning y/n woke up cuddled against Loki on the sofa who had also fallen asleep. Everyone else had already woken up and gone to bed. She snuggled into what she thought was a pillow. Her eyes snapped open when the ‘pillow’ was breathing. She looked up at the victim of her cuddling, seeing the raven haired man that she had fallen for months ago. A blush formed on her cheeks when she noticed she had in fact fallen asleep on him last night. She carefully got up so she didn’t wake him and left to go get ready for the day.

After:

After that morning, y/n had noticed Loki was distant. He wouldn’t seek her out anymore, he would barely even look at her much less answer her. It was hurting her heart more and more everyday. She even asked Thor if she had done something to upset Loki, which is where she was now.

“Lady y/n, I promise you did not-” Thor got cut off by the sad somewhat angry girl.

“How did I not do something wrong Thor?! I fell asleep on him that night. I didn't think it was going to piss him off. He won’t give me the time of day anymore! Even Tony asked what I did wrong when he saw Loki blatantly ignore me in the living room.” She was yelling at this point, tears streaming down her face as she paced back and forth in Thors room.

“Lady y/n, please listen. It is no secret to me that you have fallen for my brother, please be patient with him. He does not know how to handle these kinds of feelings very well. Would you like me to talk to him?” Thor said, worried that Loki was going to push away someone that truly cared for him. “And come off as desperate for his attention? No thank you Thor.” She sighed and left the room leaving a worried but mildly upset Thor behind.

Loki couldn’t bring himself to talk to her. He would never imagine that a girl like her could love a monster like him back. So he withdrew himself from her, it made his chest hurt when he ignored her that day. He saw the sad expression she gave to him then to Tony who only shrugged to her. He stopped hanging around in the living room after that, he stayed in the library most days unless he needed food. He didn't get to see how sad he had made y/n.

She was angry now, hitting the punching bag with enough force, Nat thought it might just break off the hook on the ceiling. Nat had come down here to talk to the girl. She knew what was going on already, so she wanted to check on y/n. It wasn’t until now that she realized she and Thor needed to do something to fix what Loki was doing. The redhead had never seen this sweet girl so angry, she was yelling as she hit the bag with all her force. Venting to Nat about how Loki was a dick for ignoring her instead of telling her he wasn’t interested. That she just wanted to punch him for being such a jerk and for making her heart break into a million pieces.

Nat finally stopped y/n from throwing another kick to the bag when she said that. “y/n/n calm down, it's ok. I’m going to talk to Thor and get this figured out. Truth is, that night Loki and Thor had talked about his feelings toward you. He never outright said he felt the same way about you, but I was certain he did. And I'm doing this regardless if you say I can or not. I hate seeing my precious little witch so upset, it’s actually kind of scary to even me.” Nat hugged y/n. Something she rarely did for anyone except for Clint and Wanda.

Nat did exactly what she said she would do the next day. She had already talked to Thor about it, and right now they were both standing in front of Loki. “What do you two want?” Loki said, obviously annoyed.

“Loki why do you ignore Lady y/n every time she is around you now? I thought you had reciprocated how she felt about you?” Thor started. Loki was thrown off by the question, hearing Thor’s voice he noted he almost sounded disappointed in him. “As though she could love someone like me? I’m not someone that anyone could ever love Thor, I’m a monster.” He replied looking at his brother. Then he saw the anger on Nat's face.

She stomped up to him and got in his face, “You say this, but did you forget how she convinced us to let the “monster” Loki live with us? Or how she went out of her way to make sure you were comfortable here? or how she risked her life for you and got shot in the leg for it? Oh let’s not forget when instead of being scared and running away when you had got sick and your Jotun form came out, she took care of you and reassured you that you were different just like her. For crying out loud, have you seen her when she is at her peak power? She ripped a hydra mans head clean off simply because he called you a monster! Get your head out of your ass and fix this. She loves you Loki. But you will lose her if you don’t fix what you have broken.”

With that, Nat stormed out. Thor looked at Loki, who looked absolutely heartbroken he had not noticed all of that before. “Please don’t scold me right now brother. Lady Nat did enough of it for not telling you to clean up your act. She is correct however, y/n loves you, you have broken her heart by your actions. She has been taking missions nonstop for the past two weeks, and when she isn’t she is in the gym or her bedroom.”

Loki nodded in understanding. He needed to tell y/n how he felt even if she did not feel the same way. She could push him away if she wanted to, but he needed to let her decide instead of deciding for her. “Jarvis, where is y/n currently?” “She is currently in the medical room getting her arm stitched up Sir.”

With that Loki teleported to the med room and saw Dr.Banner stitching a nasty gash on Y/n’s bicep. Neither of them had noticed Loki’s presence, he saw how numb y/n looked. Her usually happy smile and bright eyes were replaced with a frown and her eyes were a dull shade of e/c. When Dr.Banner finished up his stitching he took a deep breath, “y/n I know you’re upset, but these solo missions are going to be the death of you. You’re too tired, this wound is the result of that and you’re lucky it was only a quick stitch job. I have informed Steve and Tony that you are not allowed back onto any mission until you get adequate rest and this wound heals.”

Loki clears his throat to get their attention when Banner finishes talking. Y/n looked at him then looked away, Banner left the room not wanting to see how this turns out. Loki takes a cautious step forward towards her, “Y/n please, I’m sorry. Just look at me at least.”

Y/n makes no move other than shifting her gaze to look at him, then he sees it. The anger and the sadness, that he has caused you to feel. It weighs heavy on his shoulders and suddenly his confidence wavers. She doesn’t say a word, only stares at him. “I did not mean to hurt you y/n/n, me and thor had talked one night and i realized tha-” He stops when she stands up angrily and cuts him off. “What did you realize Loki? That i cared about you? That i actually wish i could be enough to catch your eye the same way you caught mine?” She starts spilling all of her thoughts at once.

“No that’s not what i’m saying just listen.”

“No you listen. I waited Loki, I waited a few days actually, for you to be ok again. Before I realized that you simply did not want me around anymore. For a while I thought maybe it was because I fell asleep on your chest that night. Then Nat told me you and Thor talked. She thought you implied that you felt the same way about me. That you actually loved me back. Well you completely ignoring me and going out of your way to avoid me, was worse than you telling me you didn’t feel the same way. I would have been fine with staying just as your friend Loki. But no. I even thought that going on solo missions would make you worry enough to talk to me if only to scold me for it.”

She had tears streaming down her face at how little she thought he cared while yelling at him. He tried to grab her and hug her mindful of her arm, but she only shoved him. “Don’t try to act like you care after all of that Loki! I can’t believe i was really convinced for a while that you might actually love me back.” He froze, all of her words finally processed in his head. He thought he heard wrong the first time. Oh how stupid he really felt now. The h/c haired girl went to start going off again. He cut her off, trapped her against the wall and kissed her. It wasn’t a lust filled kiss at first, he was testing the waters. After he was about to pull away she grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back to her with the uninjured arm. Catching him back into a kiss, for the both of them this was all they needed to understand each other.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes, they weren’t dull anymore. They were shining bright and she was smiling like an absolute idiot, “I’m sorry, i guess i should’ve let you talk….” She apologized sheepishly. “No it’s ok I hurt you and you needed to let it out i understand. But I am upset at you for getting hurt because you decided to go on a solo mission.” He leaned down and kissed her again, this time it was all teeth and fighting for dominance.

“I’m happy for you two and all but can i have my lab back?” Banner interrupted them.

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