About: you are in the middle of your exams and you cannot seem to think about anything else than that, so Loki comes up with a solution to take some stress away. 

You sighed as you looked at the pile of study work you had yet to complete by tomorrow morning. Being in the middle of your exames, you had fallen onto some hard times, and it was showing. Luckily the Avengers were out of Town, otherwise there wouldn't be much studying going on. You would be distracted, wanting to talk to anyone within a two mile radar and you would have no work done. 

But now you did work hard, for almost a month now and it was weighing you down. You sighed. You might need some coffee before you could tackle another round of studying. As you stood up from your desk and left your room, you headed down to the kitchen, putting on a simple yellow dress over your bare body. Yes, you liked to study naked, so what? 

"Jarvis, could you please make me a cup of coffee?" you whined, adjusting your dress as you strolled into the kitchen. 

"Already made you one," a voice near the counter drawled. You jumped a little, eyeing the God of Mischief. You smiled at him, approaching the man and taking the cup he offered you. 

"Thank you, Loki. Are the Avengers back?" you asked. He took a sip of his coffee, then shook his head. 

"No, it's just me I'm afraid," he teased. "How's the student doing?" You huffed, rolling your eyes at him. 

"Don't remind me. I have Excel tomorrow, which is difficult as fuck, next week I have German, French and yes, even English," you ranted. "I don't even enjoy life anymore." Loki chuckled, which is why you sent him a glare. 

"Oh dear, I'm terribly sorry to hear that," he told you, placing his cup of coffee on the counter and taking a step towards you. 

"Yes, and even now, on my fifteen minute break, I keep thinking of studying. I can't take my mind of it, Loki. I'm stressing." You ranted on and on. He rose an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

"I'll have to remedy that," he said darkly. 

"How-" You got cut off as he pushed his body flush against yours, his lips inches away from your neck as his cold breath fanned against your collarbonne. He pushed you against the table, hands sneaking around your waist, his hip bones pinning yours to the table with a great force. You moaned, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you realised what was happening. 

He pressed his lips to your neck, his tongue licking up to your collarbone as you turned your head away to give him better access. One hand travelled to the small of your back, keeping you pinned against him while the other made its way to your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your yellow dress, moaning as he discovered you wore nothing beneath it. 

With dreamy, glazed eyes you looked up at him, face flustered. His finger drew closer to your heat. You whimpered, stood on your toes and pressed your lips against his. His breath hitched as you started kissing, returning the kiss with a passion that made your knees weak. 

His nails dug into your ass, as his fingers grazed your clit, making you stiff then melt in his embrace. He started rubbing it in soft motions. You moaned against his lips, thrusting your hips against his hands, which made him grin against your lips. The coil in your stomach tightened and you whined, your hands flying to the lapels of his vest, hanging on for dear life. 

He withdrew his hand. 

"Please," you whimpered. He plastered kisses on your neck, sucking and biting every now and then, making you squirm in his grasp. His hand returned to your dripping core and this time he pushed in a finger. You moaned lewdly and rutted your hips against his hand as he began to move. Your legs felt like jelly and were about to give out. 

You clenched around him, moaning his name, clutching the fabric of his suit. He sensed you were close and brought his thumb to your most sensitive spot, rubbing in tight circles as he pinned you against the table, breathing hard against your jaw, nipping at it. 

You clenched again and this time your whole body snapped in half as pleasure wreaked your body. You moaned, nails digging into his shoulders as your whole body spasmed. He grunted, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible before withdrawing his long fingers, licking them clean. 

You collapsed against his chest, breathing laboured. You ran a hand over his back as a silent thank you. A few seconds later you looked up at him, a slight smile on your face. His eyes glinted with Mischief. Your gaze was being pulled down at the huge buldge in his pants. Licking your lips, your hands darted to undo his belt, but his hands stopped you. Fazed, you met his gaze. 

"I believe your fifteen minute break is over," he teased. Protest filled your gut. 

"But-" 

"Go back to your studying," he said strictly. "I'll stop by at six to finish what happened here." He then winked at you, dismissing you as he sat down at the kitchen table, secretly rubbing himself through his trousers. You stood there for awhile, before giving into it and heading for the stairs. "Y/N?" he called you back. You turned around, hope surging through your chest. "Your coffee." He held in a chuckle as you grabbed your cup of coffee, leaving him with a huff. 

You would have been lying if you said you hadn't been counting down the hours until six o'clock. There was a knock at your door and you closed your eyes. 

Finally.

The door opened and you quickly turned your head away from your books, to stare at the God coming into your room. You bit your lip. Did he just became hotter than four hours ago? Or was that your mind playing tricks on you? 

"Oh, I'm sorry, are you still busy? Shall I leave?" You glared at him. 

"If you must know, I'm revising, so I can stop anytime," you sneered. You coudn't help it. You had been experiencing sexual frustration four hours on end. And he was trying to make it worse. He cocked up an eyebrow, shutting the door behind him. 

"Are you using a tone with me?" he asked, and you already knew you were in trouble. Your breath hitched and you suddenly became aware that you had yet again discarded your dress, so you sat completely naked on your desk chair. 

"I'm not," you said, trying to sound confident, but falling short. He slowly approached you, rolling up his sleeves and smirking. 

"Get up," he ordered. You instantly followed his command. "Turn around, hands on the desk." His voice was firm, and therefore turned you on. "I expected a hero's welcome, Y/N, instead I'm met with an arrogant tone. Tell me, darling, are you going to use that tone again on me?" 

You shook your head as you felt him carressing your behind. 

"I'm sorry?" 

"No," you said, sighing as he ran his hand up your back. 

You yelped as his hand met your ass, the sting making you stretch your back away from him. You hissed at the pain, welcoming his soothing hand as he rubbed it away, eased into his carress. 

"Good, now that's settled, we can actually start what we should've done a few hours ago." You shivered, anticipating his next move as he fumbled with his belt. You glaned over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his lenght. You gulped at the size. 

He forcefully took your chin between his fingers and made you look ahead of you. You squirmed between the desk and him, exhaling as the tip of his cock rubbed across your slit. His hands gripped your hips, steadying himself before pushing the head inside you. You moaned, leaning back  as he slowly sank in all the way to the hilt. 

He groaned, leaning forward to place a wet kiss on your bare shoulder. He then started moving, slow at first. You were still wet, you had been thinking about this for four hours and he slipped in and out of you with ease, hammering between yours legs as if starved. You moaned, your hands tightening around the edge of the desk. You already felt yourself getting closer to your high, moaning and shamelessly meeting his thrusts. 

"Yes, come for me," he grunted, panting in your ear as you clenched around his lenght. He moaned, bringing his hand to your sensitive pearl and rubbing it with precision. Your body shook, something in your lower stomach snapped and on a high-pitched scream you came. "That's a good girl," he praised, stroking your hair, slowly thrusting and placing a kiss on your temple. "Are you okay?" You nodded, a smile on your lips. You were okay, but not done yet. 

He withdrew completely then dragged you to the bed, forcing you down on it as he unbuttoned his shirt, then discarded his trousers. He settled down over you, lining himself up at your entrance, but your didn't have any of that. You grabbed his shoulder and flipped him over, using all of your strengh you had in you and went to straddle him. 

A hint of surprise flicked in his eyes before being replaced with mischief. You licked your lips and brought your hands up to his cock, giving it small attentions as he writhed underneath you. 

"Y/N, stop the teasing," he sneered. You stopped, raising an eyebrow. 

"Are you using a tone with me, Laufeyson?" you teased back. He glared at you, taking your hips and pulling you closer. 

"Fuck me," he hissed. You smirked. 

"Gladly." You raised your hips and let yourself slide down on his cock. The both of you released moans of pleasure as you started moving in sync. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, feeling his muscles flex under your touch. 

You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm that you were already threading on the edge in tumbling into another. You moaned as you felt him swell to his full extent. Groaning he arched his back, releasing a shuddering breath as you felt him spill inside you. His hand went up to cup your ass, pushing you harder against him. You whimpered, your legs spasming as you thrusted one last time before the wave of pleasure took control of your body. 

Panting frantically, you collapsed on top of him and placed a tired kiss on his chest. His arm wrapped around you. 

"We should do this more often," he said, placing a kiss on your temple. You chuckled. 

"I agree," you said before reaching up and taking his lips in another kiss.