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The Wetsuit [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection A link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: (1) Loki dons a tight wetsuit on a mission (w/c 3.2k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Graphic descriptions of Loki in a wetsuit. Smuttish. Tension. Thirst. Language.

“I’m telling you, it’s completely unnecessary Rogers.” Loki scoffed as Steve raised a silencing hand. The men had been bickering all morning. It had become clear that the Quinjet could get no closer to the Hydra base without arousing suspicion. The only way to meet the final destination was on foot...and through a winding river canyon, no less. A neoprene-clad Barton approached Loki, shoving a flaccid wetsuit against his chest. “Change.” he growled, as Loki bristled. He rolled his eyes, swiping the suit with disdain.

The god began to slowly unfasten the buckles of his heavy leathers, the low clink making your eyes flicker upwards as you adjusted your harness. He was looking right at you.

“Cripes, not here Laufeyson. There’s a lady present.” Steve huffed, gesturing to you with frustration. “Take it to the Quinjet. And hurry up, we don’t have all gosh-darned day.”

“A ‘lady’ may be rather overstating it...” Loki said haughtily, a smile tugging at his lips as your face screwed up in mock-hurt. He was being even more of an arsehole today than usual. And that was saying something, you thought. “I can dry myself with magic, unlike you.” he sneered, “I have no need for this...thing.” Loki held the wetsuit pinched between his thumb and forefinger, observing it with abject disgust. Steve threw his hands in the air, bringing them down in tight fists as he tried to compose himself. “This isn’t a fashion show, Laufeyson.” he huffed, placing his hands on his hips. “You need to start taking these missions seriously. Starting with assigned kit. It’s for your own safety. Now get.” Loki smirked, turning towards the Quinjet with a swirl of his leather overcoat. You watched him swagger up the ramp, letting out a loud sigh as Barton hovered over you. “All set, Y/N?” he mumbled, tightening his harness. You nodded. The canyon was short, but treacherous. Varying water levels snaked through a maze of rock, full of tight spaces and descents. But you should be able to make it in an hour, if everyone behaved themselves. “Has Laufeyson ever canyoned before? I can’t imagine him doing a lot of technical outdoors on Asgard” you said warily. Clint shook his head. “I dunno, man. Which is why Steve wants you spotting him.” You stood, affronted. “Spotting him? You can’t be serious. He’s a ‘god’, I’m sure he can handle some slippery rocks.” Barton shrugged, as Rogers patted your shoulder, handing you a helmet. “Thanks” you mumbled, popping it on and fastening the clip as both men’s eyes turned upward towards the ramp. Loki made his way leisurely down the slip like a runway, a theatrical snap of his fingers causing the ramp behind him to rise obediently just as his feet hit solid ground. Your stomach did an unwelcome somersault, the skin of your own wetsuit suddenly feeling tighter. Much tighter.

He looked off to the side, casually running a hand through his loose, shoulder length hair. His raised bicep flexed against the insanely snug material, the pale sharpness of his exposed jawline flashing like a blade above the fabric’s high neck. Fingers brushed through dark curls, scraping backward. Your eyes crawled down his frame at a snail's pace, the unforgiving wetsuit accentuating every carved inch usually masked in layers of leather. Steve folded his arms, his biceps bulging against the same standard issue. It’s not the same though, you thought as your eyes swung back to Loki. Why is it not the same? The god came to a stop in front of your trio, spreading his arms. “How do I look?” he purred with a smile, shooting you a wink as Steve rolled his eyes. “Just dandy.” Rogers spat, holding out a helmet to his wilful colleague. Loki released a forced laugh, shaking his head. “I think not, Rogers. This contraption is a step too far. It’s insulting.” Steve grunted, shoving the helmet to Loki’s chest before striding towards the canyon mouth. Barton jogged after him as you clipped the final piece of your hip harness together. You saw a flash of green out the corner of your eyes as the unattractive headpiece vanished in his hands, Loki’s smug face beaming at his small defiance. “It’s for your own safety, you know.” you muttered sarcastically, setting off to follow the others. Loki’s condescending chuckle floated over your shoulder, catching up quickly with effortless strides. You entered the water in silence, wading up to your thighs in the narrow canyon entrance, finding your footing. Loki moved quietly behind you; his looming form strangely graceful in these unfamiliar surroundings. You watched Barton and Rogers disappear nimbly over a jagged rock-face ahead. “I’m supposed to go behind you, actually. Safety stuff.” you murmured, remembering Steve’s orders as you paused to let Loki pass. His torso brushed against your back, a waft of his fading cologne invading your senses. “What a shame…” he whispered as he passed, approaching the rock-face confidently. Curling tendrils of hair fell across his brow as a coy smile tugged at his lips. “My loss is your gain, I suppose.” he said with a wink, making you roll your eyes. He ran his large palms over the nearest boulder, searching for purchase. A knee raised to slot his foot into a tight ledge, the suggestive angle of his leg making your breaths suddenly short. God above, you thought as his muscular ass clenched beneath the tight neoprene. Those long, thick thighs braced as he moved against the rock, heaving himself to the summit with ease. The way the stretch of the wetsuit hugged every agonisingly perfect stretch of flesh was sinful. Obscene, actually; you thought, as Loki looked down at you smugly from the precipice. You sighed, shaking your head as you began your ascent. He was such a dick. “C’mon guys, keep up.”

Rogers stern voice echoed ahead, bouncing against the rock walls which curved and cut the canyon sides. Loki’s hand extended downward, his long fingers curved to offer you help. You batted him away, hoisting yourself over the edge as he settled back on his haunches. You searched the landscape for your teammates, two black figures disappearing round the curve on the horizon. “Fuck.” you whispered under your breath, positioning to slide sideways down the other side of the rock to the water below. Loki chuckled, enjoying your frustration. “What?” you spat, trying not to look at his broad shoulders shifting maddeningly in that goddam wetsuit. “You’re slowing us down with all your…your...” Alarmingly, you couldn’t stop your eyes roaming across his chest, taking in the elegant power of his rippling shoulder muscles shifting beneath the black. His wrists rested casually crossed; thick forearms placed on his knees as he squatted tauntingly in front of you. He leant forwards, licking his lips as his keen eyes narrowed. “My what, Agent?” he murmured coyly, head tilting to the side. How you wanted to rip down the zip tucked under his angular chin, rub your hands on the insides of that fabric, grasping at the sacred, forbidden skin beneath. You would peel the tight layer from his body, ravenously silencing that sanctimonious tongue as he moaned into your mouth like a whore. Exposing every inch of taut, naked muscle you wanted to fuck yourself against. Slowly.

There was a sharp intake of breath as you lost your footing, sliding ungracefully down the rock-face on your stomach to the shallow water below with a thick splash. You surfaced, spluttering to the accompanying sound of Loki’s deep laughter. “Elegance personified, Agent. I’m so glad I have you to chaperone me. Truly.” he goaded through ebbing mirth, scooting expertly down the side with one leg extended before slipping into the water. You splashed him in the face, the look of shock in his eyes filling you with unbridled glee. “Come on.” you said firmly, thankful that the cold water had at least spared your rising embarrassment. “We need to catch up.” Having established that Loki did not in fact need any help, your pace quickened. Nimble climbs and descents across the uneven, aquatic landscape; Cap and Barton coming into view on occasion when the unforgiving canyon allowed it. Vegetation like a Jurassic jungle surrounded the high walls, life growing upwards towards the narrow sky. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” you murmured, looking up as you waded slowly through peaceful waters; pushing branches from your path. “Indeed.” Loki said absent-mindedly, pulling the back of your hip harness sharply before you could run face-first into a jutting shelf of rock. You stumbled backward, falling against his solid stomach. His hands clasped around your waist, long fingers ghosting the curve of your breasts through the wetsuit. Your palms steadied against his thighs, feeling yourself involuntarily squeeze the hard flesh through the maddeningly fitted neoprene as water sloshed up your front. Your breath hitched as he leant down, the warmth of his skin an unexpectedly soothing pressure where the angle of your jaw met the neck. His smooth cheek pressed against yours below the line of the helmet. “Eyes front, Agent. Didn’t you learn your lesson earlier?” he muttered huskily, releasing you with a gentle shove.

Heat rose in your cheeks as you waded ahead towards a low thunder of falling water, indicating a high drop was imminent. “Are we jumping?” he chirped innocently, keeping pace by your side. You could feel his unrelenting eyes searing into your profile as you tried to focus. You shook your head. “It’s too risky. My information says it’s a twenty-meter drop, rocks below. There’s a passageway down about half of it, and then we should be able to scale the rest of the descen-” Loki’s fingers curled around your wrist, pulling you to face him. His eyes sparkled with mischief, pulling a lip between his teeth as he wound up to say something infuriating. “So cautious, Agent. Don’t you ever have any fun?” he purred, squeezing your wrist before you swiped it away. “Why are you such a dickhead, Loki?” you hissed, splashing towards the small passageway entrance visible at the side of the steep falls. “Actually, Laufeyson..." you continued haughtily, "I’m surprised you haven’t made any of your infamous comments about ‘tight spaces’, or being wet. It’s pretty low hanging fruit today. I’m impressed at your restraint.” Your breaths grew quick as he came closer, signature swagger still in full force – even knee deep in water. His eyes were alight, the saturated wetsuit clinging to his body like a needy lover. Your lips pressed together as your gaze reluctantly hovered on his crotch, the noticeable bulge of that legendary cock shifting as he leant one arm against the boulder behind you. “I find that fruit is sweeter the higher one has to reach for it” he muttered darkly, those inviting lips stretching in a self-satisfied smirk. His pupils widened as his eyes flickered across your defiant features. You inhaled sharply as he ran an strand of your soaking hair through his fingers, pushing it underneath your helmet.

“And besides, I don’t think I need to highlight your wetness further, Agent. You seem to be doing an excellent job of that on your own.” The words smouldered, the sultry tone of his bedroom voice making you clench beneath the lapping water. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence that hung in the humid air. “I’ll go first, shall I? Since I am somewhat an ‘expert’ on tight spaces, as you yourself so keenly noted.” He winked, dipping around you towards the gap at the base of the boulder. The hole was narrow, walls slippery with moss and residue which spread into the darkness beneath. Loki braced against the rock above, lowering one leg through. You wet your lips as his triangular back muscles folded inward. Those ridiculously defined arms bulged as he steadied; the tight wetsuit gathering obediently between his shoulder-blades. “Uhhh…gods” Loki groaned loudly, the gutturally sensual noise taking you by surprise as his head fell dramatically back. Wet curls coiled against his shoulders as his jaw clenched, blending into the skin-tight wetsuit clinging to his long body. “...this is disgusting” he muttered casually, wiping his fingers on the adjacent rock before sinking into the darkness. That’s what he sounds like when he cums, you thought; your eyes widening as you tried to imprint the memory in your brain. Fuck. “Agent?” he called upward after a hazy minute had passed. “There’s no escaping it this time. I must insist you accept my assistance.”

You muttered curses as you lowered into the tight gap. There was a bend in the rock, your waist curving around it as your feet felt for grip on the walls below. Loki’s hand curled around your ankle, making you yelp in surprise. “I’m here” he murmured from the gloom, “I need you to lower onto me. The situation is rather tenuous.” “Tell me what to do.” you said, noting the unexpected quiver in your voice. You heard Loki inhale deeply, assessing the situation. I must seem like such a fucking idiot right now, you thought, leaning your helmet with a clunk against the rock in front of you. Loki’s fingers squeezed gently at your ankle. “Move this foot to the right, down the ridges...yes, that’s it...and shimmy yourself down the gap. I shall guide you.” he said confidently, as your brow furrowed in concentration. You always forgot how much you hated cramped spaces until you were in one. Or maybe it was just the irritant waiting for you below. “Where should my other foot go?” you panted, contorting your body to comply to his request in the snug crevice, wetsuit tugging against the rough stone. “Right here.” he murmured, the crown of his damp hair just visible downward between your spread legs. He looked up, the angle of his tilted face making breath catch in your throat. There was no cynicism in his eyes, no clever retort; just concentration. And was that...concern? His hand slid up your calf, fingers wrapping around the back of your thigh and moving your leg to the side. Your dangling foot hit a hard surface, pressing down firmly. “Hold on to me.” he said, every syllable perfectly enunciated. Your bare fingertips bumped over the rockface, a lingering mistrust simmering in your stomach as you reluctantly did what he asked. Loki’s hard muscles tensed as your hands slid over his broad shoulders, the cold dampness of the neoprene clinging like paint to every dense curve. You thought you felt him shudder as your thumbs grazed his collarbone beneath the wetsuit; wide eyes looking up at you like a willing sub. The sound of your breaths magnified in the tight space, drips of water sounding from somewhere in the crevices all around. You tore your eyes away from his, looking down to the side, a sharp drop beneath the god rolling into endless blackness.

“Fuck” you muttered, “Operations doing a fantastic job with geo-intel again…” “I think someone in Operations has it out for you, darling.” Loki goaded, his hands sliding up to your waist. “Now slide down and sit on me. From there you can go ahead first around the ledge.” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief at the audacity of your infuriating colleague, biting your tongue. For all his annoyances, he was acting as a bridge between you and a potentially slippery doom. Loki had jammed his body between a steep, seemingly bottomless crevice. His back was firm against the rock behind him, legs pressed solidly to the opposite side. One foot sat confidently on a flimsy jut of stone; the other leg bent at a ninety-degree angle pressing his knee against rough rock. His thighs muscles stood out beneath the dark wetsuit, slivers of light catching the flex of his straining femur. He leant his head back against the rock, messed hair falling sluttishly around his jaw as he jutted his chin. Had he always been this fucking sexy? Surely not.

Loki’s fingers slid over your hips, grasping the harness strapped around your legs. He gave it a playful yank, his eyes twinkling in the darkness as a heavy silence grew between you. Wordlessly you lowered, trembling knees giving way as your back scraped down the harsh surface; landing on his waiting thigh with a soft thump. You gasped, his leg pressing upwards against your pussy. Your swollen clit twinged with traitorous desire as you squirmed, the tug sizzling like wildfire through your core. Sinful thoughts swirled in your mind as his sturdy limb settled between your legs, his warm breath fanning your cheek. Loki exhaled through his nose, a deep growl seeping from his sinuses with every rise of his chest in the darkness. Your fingers loosened their grip on his shoulders, resting gently at the top of his biceps. There wasn’t room to move them anywhere else. The god’s nose brushed your cheekbone, his hands settling on your hips, pulling you further up his thigh.

"Safety first, Agent. Remember?" he murmured, soft lips ghosting your ear.

You grunted as your wetsuit pulled against your centre, tugging gently against the delicate pleasure beneath. The surface of your skin simmered with frequency, every hair fighting to stand on end beneath the damp suit. You could feel a growing slick of arousal sliding between your folds. With growing alarm, you realised that you had never been this turned on in your life. Ever. It’s just the wetsuit, you thought, unable to look away from his intense gaze cast in shadow. It’s just that damn wetsuit. You cleared your throat. “Right. Here I go…” you whispered.

The exit of the formation was to your side. A well-placed heave and a short scramble over a ridge all that stood between you and freedom.

In your concentration, mapping the route you’d take, you didn’t register one hand slipping over the god’s chest, brushing down against his lap. You flinched, realising that your fingers rested on Loki’s manhood; far too thick and pronounced to be anything less than semi-hard beneath the tight fabric. You grimaced, continuing to stare off to the side, not wanting to acknowledge the overstep. Not wanting to see his surely self-satisfied smirking face as he relished your discomfort...or worse, your desire. His cock twitched brazenly beneath your fingertips, Loki’s breath hitching as you shuffled on his thigh. A small involuntary groan escaped your lips. “Oh dear.” Loki goaded, a smile curling at the edge of his lips in the shadows. One dark brow rose, the effort of containing a grin skirting his dimples. “It looks like you’ve found yourself between a rock and a hard place, Agent.” You rolled your eyes, reaching up to grasp the ragged overhang as your heart pounded. “Let’s get you off, shall we?” he smouldered, running his palm over your lower back. A violent shiver ran down your spine as you quickly pulled yourself across the gap Loki had filled with his ridiculously built body. Perhaps falling to my death at this particular moment wouldn’t be such a bad thing, you thought; as a buffet of fresh air blew against your heated face. You shuffled around the corner tentatively, exiting the passage; grabbing a branch growing from the cliff-face as a waterfall thundered to your side. The descent was quick. Or maybe you were just distracted.

Loki was visible out the corner of your eye as you silently descended the treacherous rockface, hitting the waist deep pool at the bottom with a grateful splash. He jumped down beside you, dipping his hands in the water and running them through his hair. Large hands rubbed down that devastatingly torso, the wetsuit straining and stretching against the pressure of his fingers as his eyes rose slowly to meet yours. You looked away quickly, a wave of relief descending as you spotted Rogers and Barton waving on an embankment ahead. Or was it disappointment? Loki’s forearm brushed against yours, the gentle pressure making you straighten as you stared stoically ahead.

“It’s been a pleasure bonding with you at last, Agent.” Loki smarmed. You tilted your head to the side, gaze fluttering upward. A smile flickered at the corners of your mouth as Loki's eyes narrowed, searching your upturned face for the truth he knew was there. The god slid his thumbs into the waist of his hip harness, the downward motion making the edges of his abdominals visibly clench. You swallowed, hearing him chuckle. “If ever you find yourself in a tenuous situation regarding another tight passageway, darling…” he purred, brushing his fingertips against your bicep; “I am always at your service.” Without another word he waded forward, making his way towards the men waiting ahead. You watched the solid expanse of his lower back emerge from the water as it grew shallow, the hard curve of his godly ass coming into view. His shoulders glistened, the broad muscles in full view as he flicked his wetted hair. Loki's ass shifted beneath the skintight suit with every powerful clench of his thighs. The lines of his harness dug into firm flesh as he effortlessly scaled the final rise of rock against the embankment. Sodden curls fell around his cheekbones as he threw you one last lingering look, dripping with feverishly arrogant eroticism. Damn that fucking wetsuit, you thought with a rattling sigh, biting your lip.

- Continued in The Wetsuit: Tight Passageways Part of the Hostile F*cks Collection

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