Tony throws a party, and you have no shortage of admirers. But where does your heart really lie? And why does Thor have a glittery beard? (Reader is Tony’s sister)
Rules: Six sentence story, make it as steamy and smutty as you like.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, oral (male receiving)
Written for my Six Sentence Writing Challenge (info here)
Gods are made to be worshipped.
You had sworn your devotion to the Asgardian long ago - willingly surrendered your body to his pleasure again and again - and as he approaches, naked skin shining golden in the early morning light, you know your soul belongs only to him.
A growled command has you obediently dropping to your knees with open mouth, pliant and needy for his touch, seeing his gaze darken as your cherry-red lips stretch around the flushed head of his cock.
The bitter-sweet taste of his arousal floods your mouth and you suckle eagerly, tongue flicking and swirling with practised strokes, feeling him pulse and thicken as you swallow him deeper.
Gods are made to be worshipped.
But at times like these, with the weight of him hot and heavy on your tongue, when his thighs tremble under your palms and your name falls from his lips like a prayer, it is possible to believe that the God might worship a mortal in return.