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"Loki," you hissed at him as he tried to slide him hand up your skirt.

Loki used to despise parties, especially Tony's. They somehow managed to be more loud, obnoxious, and packed than any party Asgard ever threw. Then you came along. After Loki met you, he couldn't get enough of you. You were kind, caring, intelligent, daring, insatiable. One look at you and he was hooked.

Then when he saw you in a dress for the first time, fabric hugging your figure gorgeously, making his mind run rapid on all the things he wanted to do to you. And when you come on to him a few months ago, he thought he was living in a dream. At first, he thought he wasn't deserving. But when you didn't take no for an answer, he took advantage of what you were offering him.

So here you were, months after that first night, months of being his, and you were now being teased as one of Tony's infamous gala. Your emerald cocktail dress hugged you tightly and Loki didn't let that go unnoticed. After letting you have your fun for the night, he dragged you out to the balcony, secluding you two enough to mess with you.

You back was pressed against the wall outside, Loki's hand slipping under your skirt and squeezing your ass. A small gasped left your lips, "Loki, we're in public, you know." You tried to keep your composure but with his lips on you ear, whispering sweet nothings in your ear it was hard.

"Darling, you seem to have forgotten how many times we've down this." His breath trailed across your neck and sent chills down your spine. "How do you expect me to keep my hands off of you when you look like this? More divine than any goddess I've ever encountered."

You tried to ignore the heat starting to settle between your legs. "I just wan to make you feel good, princess." Loki nudged your legs apart. He pushed your panties aside, running a finger through your folds. He shook his head, smirking down at you. "I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet."

A soft moan escaped you lips as his finger gazed your clit. "Don't tease me, Loki."

Those words would be the death of you. You should have learned by now that if those words slipped your lips, the teasing would get worse. He hands moved back to your hips and he moved to suck at the pulse point on your neck. Another soft moan ripped from you lips. "If you don't like my teasing, then why are you moaning?"

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~L