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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) • Tom Hiddleston x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n • AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 7: Lucky
A/N: A bit of a longer chapter, but I hope you enjoy nevertheless. I created a floorplan of his home to give you a general idea of the house.
It’s 17:29h when you close the door behind you and walk down the two flights of steps that lead to your flat. You packed a small bag with just the necessities - toothbrush, underwear, phone charger - in case you happen to spend the night. Your heart is racing in your chest as you pull the trenchcoat over yourself, trying to hide your dress for the general public. The shower you had was soothing and made you relax ever so slightly. You shaved everything you deemed necessary, wanting to look your best for your professor. After scrubbing your body rigorously, you washed your long hair, which you blow-dried after. To finish everything off you put on your nicest body lotion, making you smell like cinnamon and vanilla. Nervously fidgeting with your hands, you wait for the car to pick you up. As you see the Toyota pull up, you realise you're at the point of no return.
The ride over to your professor’s house is uneventful but tense nonetheless. He hasn’t texted you since this afternoon. You looked up his address on Google Maps, though, and found out he lives in a very posh part of town. Not something you’d expect from a professor per se. The scenery glides by as you get closer to your destination. When you recognise the street name on one of the signs outside, your heart jumps. No more than a minute later the Uber comes to a halt, indicating you have reached your professor’s home.
As you climb the couple of steps to the large green door, you take in the prestigious building in front of you. There’s no neighbours adjacent to the house, making the tall structure even more impressive. You hesitantly raise your hand to ring the brass doorbell, shaking a little as you press the button.
Your professor opens the door with a warm, genuine smile on his face. You haven’t seen this look on him before, you realise, and your nerves start to fade a bit. He’s more than the stern man you’ve gotten acquainted with after all. He's dressed in a navy suit, looking even more handsome than you thought possible.
“It’s so lovely to see you, Anne. Please come in.” Your professor says as he steps aside and makes way for you to pass over the threshold.
You enter the house and take in your surroundings. The hallway you’re in is very light, sunlight streaming in from the skylight above. Checkered floors lead to traditional white patio doors.
The door closes behind you and it dawns on you that you’re alone at your professor’s house. No one to interfere, no one to knock on the door and break the spell. There’s no grabbing you or pushing you against the door though. Or, not yet.
“Can I take your coat and bag?” The professor asks from behind you.
You turn around and give him a shy smile before handing him the bag, then removing the garment. As requested, you are wearing the black dress you’d worn the day you’d met at the pub. Black sheer tights are trying their hardest to cover somewhat of your long legs, and the black heels on your feet complete the picture.
Your professor looks you over, the kind smile never leaving his features.
“You look absolutely ravishing.” He says in a soft voice.
You hand him your coat as you feel your cheeks start to flush. He puts it away together with your bag. Looking down at your fidgeting hands, you say: “Thank you.”
He closes the distance between you and lifts your face to him with a finger under your chin, forcing you to look into his bright eyes.
“You’re nervous.” He states softly.
“Well, yeah.” You whisper.
“I’d tell you not to be, but I am, too. I’m really glad you’re here, though.”
He pulls you tight against him, one hand wrapped around your waist and the other on the back of your head, hugging you. You move your arms to hug him back, sliding them around his waist.
“Have I told you before that you smell amazing?” Your professor chuckles against the top of your head, gently nosing your hair.
“I really like your aftershave, too.” You mumble against his chest.
“Then I’ll wear it every day.”
The tall man releases you from his embrace and nudges you towards the patio doors.
“Come, let’s go inside. I’ve got lasagne cooking in the oven.”
Together you enter the parlour, which is beautifully furnished in dark, earthy tones. Against every wall is at least one overflowing bookcase that reaches all the way to the high ceiling. Of course, you’d expect nothing less from an English Literature professor.
He places his hand on the small of your back as he leads you through the room to the dining area. The contact and proximity send electricity through your body, and the first goosebumps have started to appear on your skin.
The dining room follows the same atmosphere as the parlour, with dark wooden floors and furniture. The deep blue walls are adorned with paintings, all in different types of frames. A marble mantle covers a tidy fireplace. The large table could comfortably sit eight people, but is now set for two, with a chandelier and three burning candles to complete the cozy ambience. Your professor has opted to seat one of you at the head of the table and the other on the corner right beside, instead of taking opposite seats.
Professor Cumberbatch walks you towards the chair at the corner seat, then pulls out the chair for you so you can sit down. He sheds himself of his jacket and hangs it around the back of the other chair. His white shirt tightens somewhat around his biceps.
“You’re quiet.” He says as he looks down on you, still standing besides the table himself.
“I’m sorry.” You say softly.
“It was an observation, not an assessment.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Stop saying that.” Your professor smiles.
You catch yourself before you repeat the words again, then blush and look down at your hands. Fuck, you’d expected to be nervous, but not trembling-mess-of-a-person nervous.
“You have a lovely home.” You say as you dare glance up at your professor, who’s now taken the seat neighbouring yours.
“Thank you. I inherited it from my grandparents when I was around your age.”
You smile at him, regaining a bit of your usual confidence. “So was that before or after Churchill got in parlement?”
He chuckles at your cheeky remark and playfully nudges your knee with his own under the table. “Right after.”
Happy to have finally broken the worst of the tension, you seem to have found your voice again.
“I don’t even know how old you are.” You say.
“Does it matter?”
“Not really. But I’m guessing you have at least ten years on me.”
“Do you usually have a taste for older men? Well, older than you.” He asks, disregarding your remark.
Your cheeks flush again as you divert your gaze to your fiddling hands on the table and nod.
“Am I making you uncomfortable, Anne?” Your professor asks in a soft, serious tone.
“No, not at all. It’s just…”
“Nerves?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s okay. Maybe a drink will help ease them a bit.” He places his left hand on your right one and gives it a light squeeze. “Rosé is your poison, right?”
You look at him again and give a grateful nod. The professor smiles back at you and gets up from his seat to disappear into the kitchen that borders the dining room. You feel lonely without his presence, but are also glad for a moment to catch your breath. ‘Get your shit together’, you tell yourself. You’re just talking and having dinner, nothing to be so obnoxiously nervous about.
Your professor returns with a bottle, two glasses and a corkscrew. He places all of the items on the table and swiftly uncorks the bottle, then pours the wine into both your glasses.
“Cheers, to a lovely night.” He says as he raises his glass to meet yours.
You gently clink your glass against his and smile at him again.
“Cheers indeed.”
As you wait for the food to be ready, the conversation starts to flow a bit less awkwardly. He asks about your interests besides literature and you tell him about your passion for theatre and how you love to sing. Your professor listens intently and seems genuinely interested to learn more about you. In return, you ask him about his private life, and he tells you how he dabbled in acting for a bit before finally deciding on becoming a professor, as this is where his passion truly lies. It’s nice to know you have similar interests besides uni and, well, each other.
The food he prepared is amazing, and you can’t stop complimenting him on his skills as a chef. He lets out an amused huff when you tell him it’s the best lasagne you’ve had in your life for the fourth time that night, then says: “You’ve clearly never been to Italy before. They’d hang me over there if they found out I didn’t put any nutmeg in the bechamel.”
During dinner the bottle of rosé came to be about half full. You empty your glass and your professor removes the bottle from the table before you can pour yourself another.
“That’s enough for now.” He says with a smile.
“You’re cutting me off?” You ask, somewhat in disbelief. The wine definitely helped you loosen up a bit.
“For now, yes. I’d like you to remember tonight.”
You blush as you nervously bite your lips, suddenly aware of the situation you’re in again. Your professor gets up from his seat and collects the plates, turning to bring them to the kitchen. This time, you get up too and follow him inside.
As he turns back around from putting the dinnerware away into the dishwasher, he jumps a little when he almost bumps into you.
“Did I scare you, sir?” You ask with a coy smile, looking up at him through your lashes.
He relaxes and slides his arms around your waist, pulling your body against his.
“You? Never.” He says.
For a long minute you stare into each other’s eyes. Then, finally, he dips his head down to yours and your lips meet. Gently you press your lips against his, kissing him tenderly. He presses you against himself firmer and you slide your arms around his waist, feeling their way up his back. You rest one on his neck and lightly pull at his hair with the other one. You feel his tongue run over your lower lip and instinctively you open your mouth for him. Your tongues meet and the kiss changes from tender to passionate as you explore each other’s mouths.
Your professor’s hands roam around the back of your body, one ending on your lower back, the other one squeezing your ass through the fabric of your dress. This time, he doesn’t stop there, as he lowers his hand further to feel your thigh and slide under your dress. His strong hand kneads your bum, only the pair of sheer tights separating your skin from his. You moan into his mouth and you feel him smile against your lips. He lifts away his hand and then gives your ass a small smack, jolting you forward, further into him. He catches you, then repeats the action twice, grabbing your butt with more force when he’s done.
“Anne…” He breathes in between kisses. “I don’t know what to do with you. I want to bend you over my kitchen counter as I hold you down and fuck you until I feel you cumming around my cock, begging for more.”
You quiver underneath him, your nose pressed against his neck as he places sloppy kisses along your cheek, finally reaching your ear. His breath is hot against your skin.
“But I also want to go slow with you, discover every inch of your gorgeous body, and make you cum on my tongue as you scream my name.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as the man kisses down your neck, taking in the reactions your body gives him. His hips press against your thigh and you feel him getting hard against you. You try to reach down for him but he gently pushes you away, holding both your wrists in one hand, looking at you with nothing but lust in his eyes.
“Not yet. We’ll get to that later. First, you.” He asserts.
As he speaks the words, he moves his free hand up the inside of your thigh, almost reaching your still covered parts. He teases around your center, slowly stroking your thighs, then at last cups his hand around your warmth. Firmly, he presses the ball of his thumb against you, and you immediately respond by slightly grinding down against him, looking for friction.
He smiles as he looks at you wriggling in his hands.
“I bet you’re soaking wet already.” His low baritone rumbles through you, his mouth hovering next to your ear. “And I have decided what I’m going to do with you.”
With a couple of smooth moves he hitches you up against him then hoists you over his shoulder.
“We’re going upstairs.” He declares with a husky voice as he starts walking out of the kitchen.
You’re a bit stunned by the action, feeling like a cavewoman being hauled back to his shelter, and you start slapping his back.
“Put me down!” You exclaim with a small shriek followed by laughter.
“Oh look, she talks!” Your professor’s humoured voice sounds.
“Piss off, you bloody caveman!” You snort.
A firm hand smacks your ass and you let out a small cry.
“Me man, take woman.” He grunts. Then, cynically: “Don’t make it any more complicated than it is.”
He starts walking up the stairs and you playfully swat at his back. As he reaches the bedroom, he throws you down on his bed and instantly pulls you to him by your ankles. Of course, he has a fucking four-poster, you think to yourself. Your dress hitches up as he yanks you down and your professor drops on his knees in front of you. He kisses you again, firm and fervent, then lets his hands explore your upper body. He feels his way across your chest, landing on your breasts, and he sighs a little when he cups them in his big hands.
A small ‘Fuck…’ escapes your mouth as he massages them determinendly, all accounts of tenderness out the window. His hands leave your body to tug at your dress and you help him by pulling the piece of clothing over your head, exposing the lacy black bra you’re wearing to him. He groans as he looks at you then plunges his head on your neck, kissing down to your sternum, eventually landing on the swell of your breasts. With ease he unclasps the bra behind your back and gently slides it off your shoulders and arms, taking a moment to look at your naked chest for the first time.
“So beautiful…” He whispers and you blush at his words.
Both his hands cup your boobs again, kneading the soft flesh as he starts to gently pinch your nipples. You moan and wail as he expertly rolls your tender buds between his fingers. Then he lowers his head to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, making you shudder underneath him. From your position there’s not much you can do but grab his hair with one hand and press him closer to you. He hums against your skin as he works your nipple, teasing the other with his hand. Your professor changes positions and now sucks your other nipple into his mouth while sliding his free hand down over your stomach towards your privates.
His fingers find their way under your tights and he strokes along your underwear, feeling the heat radiating from you. You feel him grin against your skin and he lifts his head, the cold air hitting the wet skin he left behind. He moves back a bit and drags both his hands along the length of your left leg, ending at the straps of your heel. Carefully he undoes the strap and takes off the shoe, kissing your leg as he comes back to you and repeats the action on your right leg. He sits before you and pinches the fabric of the tights you're still wearing.
“These weren't expensive, right?" He asks with an amused look on his face.
Dazed and confused, you answer him. “What? No, like two quid."
“Good. I'll buy you a hundred new pairs."
He places his fingers against the crotch of your tights and starts ripping them apart, uncovering the lacy thong you're wearing.
You yelp as you feel the fabric tear away from you, not expecting him to yank the tights to shreds. He rolls them down your legs then throws them to the side.
"Some self-indulgence.” He confesses as he grins at you. "I've wanted to do that ever since I first saw you."
A laugh escapes your mouth but is soon stifled as one of his hands finds his way to your slit again, a determined finger stroking up and down your covered wetness. You quiver and moan at his touch, wishing him to move aside your underwear and touch you properly.
“You're so wet for me, Anne." Your professor groans. He lets his hand rest on your center as he raises himself up to look into your eyes. Your body shivers beneath his touch as he presses kisses around your navel. “Tell me what you want."
"I- I want you.” You manage.
"What do you want me to do?” He drones against your skin and climbs over you slightly, licking and nibbling his way to your nipples, rubbing his hand over your underwear.
You feel the fabric of his shirt chafe your belly and are instantly very aware of your nudity and his lack thereof. You move your hands to the collar of his shirt and start unbuttoning whatever buttons you can reach.
“Would you take off your shirt?" You ask shyly when your hands can't reach the next button anymore.
Your professor lifts his head to look at you and smiles. “Of course."
He presses a long kiss to your lips as he starts to open up the buttons. His hand leaves your needy entrance as he reaches up to do as you asked, and though you miss the warmth, the reward is worth it. Finally he reaches the last button, sheds the shirt and unceremoniously throws it aside.
You prop yourself up on your elbows and look at the man before you. He's a bit broader than you thought though still slender, with clearly defined abs and notable biceps. Evidently he gets his work-outs in regularly. Your cheeks flush as you bite your lips. You've never been with a man this handsome before, and it makes you nervous.
“Anne, love, where's your head at?" He says softly as he caresses your cheek.
You shake your head, unsure what to say.
“Words, please." His voice has a strict note in it.
“You're very handsome." You murmur as you blush and look away.
At this, he lets out a full belly laugh, then cups your head in his hands and plants a kiss on your forehead.
“Fuck, you scared me there for a bit. You looked like you were ready to bolt out of here.”
“I think I’d get lost trying to find your front door.” You quip.
He smiles at you and lowers himself to his knees again, pressing your body down into the soft mattress with his forearm. Your professor splays his hand over your stomach as to hold you back, which feels redundant as you don’t plan on going anywhere.
Slowly he presses kisses along the line of your underwear. At last he takes both hands to hook his fingers around your thong and slides it down your thighs, you lifting yourself up a bit to make it easier for him. He removes the garment from your legs and looks you over once more. It’s a weird sight, your professor down between your legs, but one you could definitely get used to. His hand cups your center again and he runs his middle finger along your wet slit, extracting a moan from your mouth as he touches your folds for the first time.
“Now Anne, I’m going to need you to do a couple of things for me.” His voice is hoarse with lust but serious nonetheless. His gaze pins you down and you listen to him intently.
“One: keep your hands to yourself, no touching me.” He states. “Two: you address me as sir.” His finger now presses against your entrance and you silently gasp for air. “And lastly: ask for permission before you cum.”
You nod fervently as you marginally move your hips to try and get more of his finger on you.
He gives your thigh a light slap. “What did we say about using our words?”
“Yes, yes sir.” You breathe.
“Repeat the rules to me.” His free hand presses down on your stomach again as his middle finger circles your wetness, setting you ablaze.
It takes you a second to find your voice and repeat what he said. “No touching you, address you as sir, ask for permission before I orgasm. Sir.”
“Good girl.” He groans as he slides his finger inside of you, finally giving you what you want.
Slowly your professor starts moving his finger up and down, stretching your walls ever so slightly. He soon enters a second finger and you moan as he starts pumping them in and out of you at an unhurried pace. You buck your hips as you look for more friction, but he’s not giving in to you yet.
He picks up the pace when you let out another moan, then reaches up with his thumb, finding your clit. You lightly arch your back as he rubs your most sensitive spot, sending jolts of pleasure through your body.
“You’re so needy for me.” The man breathes as he smirks at you. “So fucking wet for your professor.”
He drops his head and covers your slit with his mouth, lapping up the juices that are already spilling out of you.
“Fuck, you taste good.” He sighs as his tongue runs along your folds.
You start to squirm under his touch and try to wiggle, but his strong hand is still holding you down. He presses just above your pubic bone, the sensation making you whine in pleasure. You can almost feel the content grin on his face against your wetness.
Two fingers enter you again, his mouth now moving to nibble and suck on your clit. You feel your orgasm building in your core as he continues to thrill you, your inner walls starting to clench a little.
He doesn’t even break away from your skin as his voice rumbles: “Remember the rules, Anne. Ask me first.”
You open your mouth to beg for your release, but nothing else but ‘Fuu-uuuCK’ leaves your lips as you feel yourself spill over on his tongue, grabbing a fistful of his hair as you push him against you tightly.
Your professor relishes in your wetness as he lets you ride out your high on his fingers and tongue, then removes both from you, leaving you a desperate mess before him.
“Two rules broken already.” He smirks as he pushes himself up from the floor and looks down on you. He licks his fingers clean and wipes his mouth on his arm. “Lucky me.”
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A/N: Once again thank you for reading <3 I hope you enjoyed. Next part will be up soon!!
always such a struggle when you get to the sex scene part of the fic you're writing and you're not horny at all. i don't know. their things were touching. without ANY underwear. the end.
dark series • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
Word count: 3,7K
Summary:
Loki disguises himself as your boyfried Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
This is part 2 to the series "Loki: Master of Disguise" but can be read seperately. Click here for Part 1: Stolen Thunder.
Thor slams the door shut with a loud bang, jolting you awake. You grab the golden sheets and hastily cover yourself somewhat when you sit up, taking in the light of the room as you start to wake. Seeing your boyfriend on the other side of the room, you relax a little, giving him a sleepy smile.
"Thor!" You softly but happily exclaim.
"Did I wake you, Y/n?" Thor asks as he leans against the door.
His eyes run over your covered form, practically staring the sheet off of you, eventually coming up to rest on your face.
"Yes, but that's alright my love. I thought you would be gone for at least two more days." You say as you stretch your arms above your head.
Thor's eyes follow your movements, his mouth slightly agape as he studies you. Leisurely he pushes himself off the door, slowly making his way over to the bed. There's something predatory about the way he's staring at you, sending goosebumps across your skin.
"How did it go? Have you brought peace to the realms?" You quip as you watch him advance through the dimly lit room.
His gaze doesn't hold a hint of his usual humouress spark, and you quickly swallow your words. It's not that kind of morning, then.
"Yes, my darling." Thor answers in a low voice, a hint of cynism spilling through. "And now, I've come to claim my reward."
Oh, so it's that kind of morning. Happy shivers run down your spine as you nervously chew on your lower lip, eager to find out what's to come. You're not really used to Thor being anything but gentle, tender and soft when you make love. But sometimes, when he comes back from a dangerous mission, he will absolutely ravish you.
Thor has reached the foot of the bed, his intense gaze pinning you to your spot. Ever so slowly he starts to undress himself, shedding the layers of red robes, not stopping until he's fully naked. Your eyes inadvertently shoot down as Thor wraps his hand around his thick cock and strokes himself as he longingly watches you.
"Get over here, Y/n." Thor breathes. "On the floor, on your knees."
You rapidly blink several times at his words, confusion rolling over you. Thor has never ordered you to do anything before. Let alone in the bedroom.
His eyes narrow and something stirs deep within you. He looks absolutely feral, ready to pounce on you at any time like a big jungle cat. Hesitantly you get out from under the covers, your naked form immediately taken in by your boyfriend. Something about his gaze makes you want to cover yourself, but you choose against it.
"That's it, my good girl." Thor praises as you make your way over to him, stopping right before his broad figure. "Now, kneel for me."
Not breaking eye-contact, you sink to your knees in front of the tall God, your head perfectly leveled with his pelvis. Thor stares down at you with lustful blue eyes, still slowly moving his hand up and down his shaft.
"Open your mouth for me, darling." He commands, his voice gravely.
Once again you comply, shivering in anticipation. You could get used to this side of him.
Steadily Thor guides the tip of his cock to your lips, sinking himself into your mouth. He lets out a deep groan when you swirl your tongue around his head, then lower yourself down on him inch by inch. He's big, and he's thick, so it's not easy to get a whole lot of his length into your mouth. But you try your best anyways, feeling him hit the back of your throat when you're about two-thirds down.
Thor's hands twist into your hair and he pushes himself further into you, down your throat. You gag around him when your nose hits his pubic bone, but he doesn't relent. With his head thrown back, he keeps you pushed tightly against himself, hearing your choking sounds as his dick fills your throat.
"Just like that, my darling. Just like that." He breathes before he finally lets go of your head, leaving you coughing on your knees in front of him.
After giving you a short moment to catch your breath, he shoves himself inside again, watching as his long shaft disappears into your mouth. Tears well in the corner of your eyes and silently make their way down your cheeks as he fucks your throat with deep thrusts.
"That's it, my sweetling. You look so pretty when you cry." He coos.
Not knowing what else to do than oblige, you let the muscled God abuse your throat. Drool escapes your mouth and stains your face together with fresh tears, until he finally pulls your head off of him.
"Doing so well for me, my good girl." He praises from above you, sending fluttering feelings to your core. "I love it when you let me defile you like this."
His eyes are dark with lust when Thor offers you his hand. You lay your shaking palm in his, letting him pull you up. His mouth catches yours for a hungry kiss, and you let him walk the two of you back towards the bed. The strong man lays himself down and pulls you over him, your legs straddling his hips. Two fingers run through your folds, spreading your lips for him as he feels the pool of wetness that has gathered.
"Did sucking my cock turn you on, little one?" He muses as he sinks both digits into your core, his thumb lazily rubbing your clit.
"Y-yes, Thor." You reply between staggered breaths, relishing in the feeling of his fingers stretching you. "Got me so wet."
"Be good for me and ride my cock, my little concubine. Worship your God." He groans as he removes his hands from you.
His rumbling words travel through your body, making you shiver in anticipation. With one hand you guide his cock towards your entrance, the other splayed on his broad chest to steady yourself. Bit by bit you sink down on him, letting him stretch your walls, sending your eyes back in your head when he's buried inside you to the hilt.
A loud moan escapes your lips when he sharply thrusts up.
"Fuck, Thor…" You cry out.
You snap your hips down against his own, both your hands now clawing into his pecs to keep yourself from toppling over. As instructed, you ride him, up and down, back and forth, feeling every delicious inch of him inside of you. After a little while Thor seems to get impatient, grabbing onto your hips and fucking up into you.
"Oh my, Thor! Yes! Thor!" You scream as you ride him while he slams into your needy pussy from his position under you. Every thrust of his hips gets accentuated with a new cry. "Thor! Thor! Thor…"
Suddenly the brawny man stops his movements, roughly shoving you off him and slamming you on your back. Both his strong hands land next to your head, caging you in. There's fury in his eyes as he glowers at you.
"Would you shut up?" He spits at you.
You're too stunned to speak at his sudden change of demeanor. Normally he loves it when you scream his name over and over again. This time, you didn't even have to fake your pleasurable cries. What's gotten into him?
"I- I'm sorry…" You stammer.
His eyes seem to lose somewhat of their intensity, but he's not yet back to his normal self.
"I thought you liked it when I call out your name." You hesitantly continue.
At this, Thor drops his head, letting out a humourless laugh.
"Oh my sweet, darling girl… You have no idea how much I long to hear you moan my name in that lovely voice of yours." He hoarsly whispers.
You knit your brows. "Then what's wrong?"
"It is my name I need to hear." The man growls as he roughly thrusts back into you.
A shimmer of green light washes over him and Loki's exasperated face appears before you, his unruly dark hair falling around his ears. Your eyes widen in disgusted astonishment as you realise everything so far has been an intricate illusion created by the God of Lies himself.
"What the fuck! Get away from me!" You scream as you try to push Loki away, but he's not having it.
Loki wraps his hand around your throat and pushes two fingers inside your mouth, pressing on your tongue, pulling your jaw down and leaving you unable to scream. His other hand captures both your wrists, pinning them firmly to your chest.
"Do you really think my brother could make you feel this good, pet?" Loki hisses as he retakes his brutal pace. "He could never make you scream and writhe in pleasure the way I do. He will never be able to make you feel like this."
Panick is set in your eyes as you stare at the raging man on top of you. You try to turn your head from him and pull your hands free, but he is far too strong. You try to kick him away, but it's no use. If anything, your fight seems to spur him on further.
"Try your hardest, little dove. Give me your worst." Loki groans with a wicked grin.
He lays his chest down on yours, crushing you with the weight of his body as he keeps slamming into your wet core. Wait, wet?
Loki releases your throat and pulls the fingers from your mouth, immediately clamping his hand over your lips to muffle any sounds. He pushes your head to the side to expose your neck to him, which he eagerly latches onto. His smart mouth nibbles and sucks at the tender skin, setting your body aflame. When he softly bites in that one sweet spot on your neck, you involuntarily moan into the hand that holds you in an iron grip.
"That's it, there's a good girl." Loki breathes in a mocking tone. "Give yourself to me, darling. Let yourself experience what it's like to be fucked by a God that actually knows what he's doing."
You still try to defy him. You can't let him win. But there's something about the way his cock is hitting just the right spots, his tongue licking the right places, and his hands squeezing the right flesh that turns you on more than ever. You had loved the rough fucking when you still thought it was Thor hammering you senseless. Knowing it's Loki…
No. You can't let him win. Not like this. So, after deciding this is the only thing you can try to get him off you, you sink your teeth into the soft palm of his hand over your mouth.
"Fuck!" Loki yells as he pulls his hand away from your face.
There's no time to celebrate your small victory, a flick of his wrist making a tight gag appear that's tied at the back of your head. Muted once again. Though he seems to be seething with rage, Loki's eyes also hold a spark of mischief and his mouth is set in a wide grin.
"Who would've thought?" He hisses with a low voice. "My little pet bites."
Loki leans in closer, his lips so near to your ear you can practically feel the heat radiating off them when he speaks again.
"You're going to regret that."
Before you can even think of trying to get away, Loki has roughly flipped you on your stomach. Your gagged face plants into the mattress, and you quickly move your head sideways enough so you can still breathe. Loki doesn't seem all too concerned with your oxygen intake at the moment, both of your hands now tightly pressed into the pillows above you. More green light appears and you feel rope circling your wrists, binding them together. An experimental tug proves the rope is attached to the head of the bed. Your legs are yanked apart and two new pieces of rope appear around your ankles, wrapping around the two posts at the foot of the bed. You're gagged, tied down to the bed, completely at his mercy. And mercy is not exactly something Loki is known for.
Two rough hands land om your arse, kneading the soft flesh vigorously. Loki thrusts himself inside of you again, making long, deep movements that feel like they're going all the way down to your stomach. You whine as well as you can with the gag still in your mouth, silently pleading with him to stop.
"What's that, darling?" Loki coos. "If you want something, you're going to have to speak up for me."
He picks up his pace and starts pounding into you once more. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and leveraging himself to get even deeper into your cunt.
"If only you knew how many times I've used you exactly like this, pet." Loki groans. "You're always reluctant at first, but you've never bit me before. That's new."
What? Has he disguised himself as Thor before without you knowing? The thought sends shivers through your body, but you're not sure of their nature. You let out an involuntary moan when he reaches one hand between your body and the silky sheets, groping at your breasts and tugging at your nipples.
"All those times you forgot where you were headed? When you suddenly seemed to be in a place you weren't before? Taking my hand and letting me graciously lead you back to your beloved?" Loki continues to whisper in your ear as he rams his cock into you.
There have been a lot of times lately where you felt like you were going crazy. You could've sworn to be headed for the garden for some fresh air, to find yourself in a random room several metres down moments after, with Loki kindly helping you find your way again. Or when you suddenly lost Thor at a party and found yourself wandering some random hallway of the Palace, and Loki had been there to guide you back.
"That's when I fucked you full of my cum and dumped you right back into my brother's overgrown arms. I have wiped your memory so many times I've lost count." He spits.
His confession makes your blood boil. How dare he use you like that? You start to trash against your bindings, only to feel Loki's grip on your hair tighten. He's relishing in your response to his words.
"I think I'll reveal myself to you sooner next time." He continues to taunt you. "You get so tight for me when you try to fight me off."
It takes you by surprise when the gag vanishes from your mouth, leaving you able to take in a deep breath again. The bindings fall away as well. If it wasn't for the man on top of you pounding you into the mattress, you might have been able to move.
"Missed your pretty little cries, darling." Loki mocks as he pulls himself out of you, eliciting a deep moan from your lips. "That mouth of yours pleases me in so many ways."
Strong hands flip you around, so you're laying on your back beneath him.
"Fuck you, Loki." You spit at the man at the same time he impales you on his cock. It comes out more like a whimper than a threat, and you internally curse yourself.
Loki's fingers find your clit while his tongue licks across your neck, making more pleasurable sounds escape you.
"I'm going to make you cum, pet." Loki hisses. "And you're going to scream my name as I do."
"Never." You groan, not so sure of your own words.
One of your hands swats at his face, striking him. He runs his tongue along the inside of his hurt cheek, smirking down at you. You try your luck again, but he captures your wrist mid-air and gives you a wicked grin, his eyes dark and angry. He drops your wrist and grabs onto your hip tightly.
"So fiesty today, Y/n. Do you need some more persuasion?"
The feeling of cold metal against your hip makes you shut up and retract your hands. Loki's dagger dangerously presses into your soft flesh.
"There you go. My good girl knows how to keep her hands to herself, doesn't she?" He taunts.
Then Loki stalls his movements abruptly, grinning down on you, holding his lower lip between his teeth for a brief moment. His mischievous eyes search yours and hold your gaze.
"Oh, my darling Y/n…. Does it turn you on to be threatened by me?" He muses, quirking up his eyebrows.
You silently curse your body for betraying you, but you can't deny the arousal that is escaping you where yours and Loki's bodies meet. You feel your walls clench around his cock tightly when he trails the dagger along your hip and side, still rubbing your clit with his other hand. His eyes now show amazement more than anything.
"N-No." You stammer, a desperate attempt.
"You should know better than to lie to the God of Lies, my sweet pet." Loki hums, resuming his thrusting movements. "Let me not deny you of your pleasure any longer."
The dagger now presses to your throat, making you whimper and whrite under the strong man. His fingers work your clit expertly as he keeps slamming into you, the undeniable coil of pleasure starting to form in your abdomen. Loki feels it too, your walls clenching around him as he fucks you into yours and Thor's bed.
It's when he bends down to kiss you that you can no longer abstain from letting out your pleasurable cries. His tongue enters your willing mouth with ease and he hungrily swallows your moans. It's a deep, passionate kiss which sends goosebumps across your blazing hot skin.
Loki's hand travels down from your throat to your pubic bone, where he presses both his fist and the dagger into the soft spot on your belly. The added pressure makes you buck your hips into his, loud groans escaping you.
Loki breaks the kiss to press his forehead against yours, eyes closed, whispering: "Say my name for me, darling. Please, give yourself to me."
Your eyes scan his face as well as they can from your position. His expression is almost tender. You've never heard Loki say 'please' before. You hear your own soft, hoarse voice before you are fully aware of the words leaving your lips.
"Loki… Please, Loki. Take me. I'm yours."
Tears roll down your cheeks as Loki grunts, thrusting his hips against yours and rubbing your clit while you finally topple over the edge of your orgasm. It's insane how you convulse under him, wave after wave crashing into you like a sea of desperate release. Your body has turned limp, only registering the feeling of his cock inside your sensitive core and his whispered words of praise.
"Did so well for me, darling. My beautiful pet. My darling Y/n."
The dagger vanishes from your abdomen. Loki smiles before kissing you again, following your orgasm with his own release, filling you with his hot cum. You arch your back into him, desperate not to miss a single sensation he's bestowing on you. The kiss you share is needy, as if you've both missed out on something for so long you can't get enough now it's finally presented to you.
Finally, Loki rolls away from you, immediately pulling you to his chest. Your head nuzzles against him, drawing in his scent. His hand draws lazy circles on your back as he cradles your body against his own.
You lay together for who knows how long, enjoying each other's sweaty presence.
"Will you erase my memory again?" You hesitantly ask after a little while.
Loki looks down at you. "Yes. I must."
"What if I don't want you to?"
"I can't risk you telling Thor, darling."
"I won't tell him. He won't hurt you." You argue.
"It's not me I'm afraid will get hurt." Loki says as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"Does it always end like this? I mean, with us… With this feeling?"
He shakes his head, his face no longer betraying any hint of emotion. He squeezes you closer to him though.
"Sometimes. But more often you can't wait to get away from me."
"Oh. I'm sorry." You offer, your brows furrowed.
"My darling Y/n, I am not worthy of your sympathy." He says with a humourless smile. "You are one of the only inhabitants of this forsaken place that treats me like a normal person. And time and time again I defile you by disguising myself as someone you trust and taking advantage of you."
"You don't have to disguise yourself to turn into someone I trust, Loki."
Loki swallows, the hand that was gently caressing your back now stalling. With a shimmer of green light, you're both fully clothed, no traces of him left on your body.
Realising what's about to happen, you look up at him, pleading with your eyes not to make you forget. Loki gives you a small smile and places a kiss on top of your head before untangling himself from the golden sheets.
"Until next time, my love." He whispers.
Green light washes over you, and you open your eyes to your empty, yet stuffy bedroom. There's a knock on the door and you get out of the warm bed, for some reason fully clothed. You must have been so tired, you had fallen asleep with your clothes on yesterday night.
"Loki, what are you doing here?" You frown when the God appears before you as you open the door.
"Just checking in on you, darling. Has my brother not returned yet?" Loki says with a kind smile that doesn't seem to fully reach his eyes.
"Not yet. He won't return for another two days." You tell the dark-haired man.
"I see." Loki replies. "Well, if you are in need of anything, please come find me."
"Thank you Loki, I will."
"Any time, pet. Any time."
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A/N: So that was... a ride! Hope you enjoyed this second work in the series. Third might follow if you guys like it :) I have some ideas. Please lmk what you think!!
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dark one shot • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
Word count: 2,9K
Summary:
Loki disguises himself as your boyfried Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
"Thor, are you mad?" You giggle as you swat at his arm.
Your boyfriend gives you a wicked grin as he swings open the door to Loki's chambers, pulling you inside before quickly closing and locking the door.
"Maybe. But it does not matter. My brother will never find out."
"Have you met him? Of course he'll find out!" You call.
Thor's mouth has latched on to your throat, making quiet whimpers escape you. He shoves you back, pinning you to the door. His strong hands hold onto your hips tightly. You are surprised at how rough your boyfriend is handling you. Normally, Thor would take his time with you. He'd gently caress your skin, softly kneading the tender flesh he encounters as his hands feel their way over your body. But tonight, no. He is acting like a starved man. Nipping at your skin, tugging at your hair, roughly grabbing a hold of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.
"Thor…" You moan his name when his mouth finds the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard. It will surely leave a mark.
"Yes, my darling Y/n. Moan for me." The strong man grunts.
Both his hands are now hoisting up your long dress, feeling their way along your thighs as they go. He squeezes them with his callused hands, eliciting more pleasurable sounds from you. One hand firmly cups your warmth over your underwear and he rubs the ball of his hand against your clit. You instinctively buck your hips to increase the friction, which makes a smirk appear on Thor's sunkissed face.
"So needy for me, darling. So needy to be touched by your God." His voice is hoarse as he whispers the words in your ear.
Thor doesn't often refer to himself as 'your God', but it sends shivers down your spine all the way to your core when he utters the words, his deep voice rumbling through you.
"Yes, my King, I need you so bad. Please take me." You whimper, playing along.
A deep groan escapes Thor's mouth at your words. Two strong fingers are now rubbing between your drenched folds, spreading your wetness around. It doesn't take long for him to sink one finger inside your velvety entrance, a second following quickly after. Thor moves them in and out of you at a tormentingly slow pace, making you quiver in his arms. Your hands grasp onto his strong biceps as he works you. A familiar coil is starting to form in your lower belly, making you desperate for more.
"There you go, my good girl." Thor grunts. "Clenching that divine pussy of yours so tightly around my fingers."
His free hand kneads your breasts, tugging and rolling at your nipples one by one. He dips his head down to suck one of the rosy buds into his mouth, switching to the other when he's satisfied with your whimpers.
With a wet sound he removes his fingers from you, licking them clean right in front of you. The obscene picture sends goosebumps across your skin.
"Your taste is incredible, darling." He groans as he winks at you.
With one fast move he works your underwear down, exposing your wetness to him.
"A God normally doesn't kneel," Thor starts as he lowers himself before you. "But for you, I gladly make an exception."
Thor hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, smirking at you from his kneeling position. Both his hands hold onto your hips tightly to keep you in place for him. He buries his head under your dress and in your wet core, avidly lapping at the juices that are escaping you. His flat tongue drags long licks across your slit before he nibbles on your clit. Thor's fingers return to your entrance and he moves one inside again. You're close to losing your balance as you feel him work your sensitive parts, letting loud moans escape your mouth as your orgasm builds.
"Please, Thor. I'm going to cum. Please continue. Please make me cum." You plead through ragged breaths.
"Do it, my sweetling. Let yourself lose control. Give yourself to me."
Thor eagerly picks up his pace, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers, his only mission making you come undone before him. Your legs start to shake when he catches your clit between his lips again and starts sucking while a third finger enters your wetness, stretching you out for him.
Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure searing through your body. If he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly, surely you would have fallen to your knees. He drinks up everything you give him, leisurely moving his fingers up and down inside your pussy, making sure to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.
The brawny man stands up again, still holding his hands on your hips, then presses a long kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, a salty sweet mixture of your own release combined with the red wine he drank before. You reach up and throw your hands around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. You let him lead the pair of you to Loki's bed.
Thor throws you down on the green satin sheets and is immediately on you. He pulls at your dress, working it off you and throwing it to the floor. You tug on his shirt and pants, not stopping until the strong man you love so dearly is standing in front of you in all his naked glory. He runs his fingers over your soft skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.
"Get on all fours, darling. Let me take you with your beautiful arse up in the air." It's more a command than a question, and you eagerly oblige.
Laying your chest down to the soft mattress below, wiggling your exposed buttocks to the God, you feel the bed dip as Thor places himself behind you. He rubs the tip of his thick member between your folds, making it wet with your slick, before sinking into you inch by inch. The stretch is incredible and you let out a loud moan when Thor bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size deep inside your needy core, drawing more moans from your lips when he starts to move. One strong hand twists in your hair and pulls back your head, the other gripping onto your hip so tightly it will surely leave bruises.
"You like feeling that thick cock inside of you, don't you darling? Such a needy little plaything for me." He whispers in your ear as he slams himself into you again and again, earning more cries from you.
A loud knock on the door silences you both, and Thor slows down his pace. He doesn't answer the door though, instead he keeps thrusting into you over and over, though way more quietly than before. There's a second knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Brother? Are you in there? I'm looking for Y/n. Can't find her anywhere. I was hoping you could help."
Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing Thor's voice on the other side of the door. A hand clamps over your mouth at the same moment you figure out what's going on. The dagger now pressing to your throat tells you you've guessed correctly.
"Not a sound, pet." Loki's breath is hot on your ear as he softly hisses the words.
There's panick in your eyes as Loki presses your back against his chest, holding you tightly in place. A hint of green light in your peripheral vision tells you he's dropped the illusion and is now back to his true form. His cock is still buried deep inside of you, though it now seems to hit deeper and stretch you a little less. Loki keeps slowly thrusting in and out of you, the dagger lightly puncturing the skin on your throat.
"No brother, I haven't seen Y/n." Loki's silky voice calls. "I will come help you search for her in a bit. I'm a little occupied at the moment."
Loki slowly trails the dagger along your throat, sternum, and belly as he keeps fucking into you and talks to his brother. Eventually his hand comes to rest on your hip, the cool metal of the dagger pressing into the skin of your thigh.
"She was just with me in the Grand Hall. I don't know how I could have lost her." Thor continues.
"Y/n is a smart little thing, she'll find her way back to you. If not, I'll help you look for her in a little while."
Thor sighs loudly, but seems to be accepting his brother's words.
"Thank you, Loki."
"My pleasure, brother." Loki muses, accentuating the words with deep thrusts into your needy core, hitting that sweet spot deep within.
The hand on your mouth weakens somewhat when Thor walks away from the door. The dagger on your thigh vanishes, much to your relief. Loki's now free hand travels up your body, firmly groping your breasts when he reaches them. Pressed against him, you feel his smooth skin rub against yours with every move of his hips.
"Now pet, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you're going to stay quiet for me. If not, I have some other ideas on how to shut you up."
True to his word, Loki releases you from his iron grip. His freed hand finds your throat, using it to pull you flush against him. A tear is starting to run down your cheek, and your breath hitches in your throat when Loki runs his tongue along your face to lap it up. His thrusts are speeding up again, making involuntary moans escape your mouth. You don't want to be enjoying any of this, but he is a damn good fuck.
Loki pushes you forward, pressing your chest into the mattress as he fucks you deep and hard. His hand twists in your hair once more as he uses it to ram himself inside of you as fast as humanly - godly - possible. The other hand kneads into your thigh and arse, harsh spanks landing on the latter between deep thrusts.
At once, Loki pushes you away from him, pulling himself out of your wetness and stroking his own cock.
"Turn around darling, I want you to look at me while I make you cum again." The deep voice orders.
Reluctantly you follow his command, laying yourself down on your back in front of him. Your pussy feels empty without him inside, and some part of you misses his cock filling you up.
"Loki, please." You plead. "You don't have to do this… If you let me walk away now I promise I won't tell Thor about any of this. We can pretend it never happened."
Loki grunts as he slides his cock into your slick entrance again, not stopping until he's buried inside of you to the hilt. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His mouth finds your throat again, eagerly licking and sucking while he sets a relentless pace, pounding you into the satin sheets. Skilled fingers are playing with your nipples, tugging at them with the exact right amount of force for it to drive you crazy.
"You look so pretty when you beg." Loki mocks. "It really becomes you. Let me hear more of it."
Not sure whether he's giving your pleas any notice or it's just spurring him on more, you start to beg.
"Please stop, Loki. Let me go. Please just… just…"
At first, your words sound desperate, a real attempt at getting away from him. But when his hand finds your clit and your orgasm starts to build again, the pleas start to become of a different nature.
"Please, Loki… please." You beg, not sure anymore what kind of mercy it is you're hoping for.
A mischievous smirk is plastered across Loki's face as he notices the change in your dire words. His breath tickles your ear when he hisses into it.
"That's it pet, beg me for it. You know you want to. You're so close to cumming, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. My needy little toy."
Loki grabs onto your legs and hoists both of them onto his shoulders, driving into you even deeper than before. His thrusts are long, deep, hard, and always hitting that magical spot buried in your core. Strong fingers press into your hips as he slams into your wanton body. You can't stall it much longer, your body betraying you as it starts to reach its climax once again.
"Say my name for me. I want to hear it drip from your beautiful lips as you cum."
"I, I don't…"
"Say my name, pet." His voice is rough and low.
"I don't want to." You spit at him, regaining a bit of your usual resilience.
"I'm sorry, did I leave you under the impression that I care?" Loki calls angrily, tightly gripping your throat in one of his strong hands.
He's practically folding you in half when he bends down further, spitting in your face as he obstructs the blood flow in your neck. The sensation is wild, and you feel disgusted with yourself when your body starts to tremble and convulse as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you. Loki's heinous grin tells you he's feeling victorious for making you come undone again, his thrusts only slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride out your high right on his cock.
"Norns, Y/n, you take me so well." He gruntingly praises as he feels your walls tighten around his dick over and over. "Doing so well for your God. Tell me, does my brother fuck you like this? Does he make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your head?"
You don't answer him. Not just because you outright refuse to indulge in his sick contest with Thor, but also because you physically can't seem to utter any words at the moment. The feeling of his cock fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before has sent you into a jelly-like state, no coherent sentence or thought forming inside your foggy brain.
"Answer me, pet." Loki growls. His hand now pinches your face, forcing you to look at him. "Can my dear brother make you feel the way I do?"
With heavy eyelids you slowly shake your head, earning you a wicked grin on the dark-haired man's face as he keeps impaling you on his cock. His thrusts become speedier, then erratic, and within moments he's painting your walls with his cum. Loki groans and growls as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up. He drops your legs and slumps over you, his body heavily pressing down on yours.
It takes a while for Loki to remove himself from you, but when he does, he lays down on his side next to you and pulls you to him for a deep kiss. Without realising it you comply, sharing a passionate moment with your boyfriend's brother.
When the fog in your mind clears up, you start coming to your senses again. You start to move off the bed with worry in your eyes, rummaging around the soft sheets to find your clothes.
"Loki, whatever this was… it can never happen again." You tell him with a stern look on your face. "Do you understand?"
Loki smiles at you, a genuine smile, and you feel your cheeks start to flush.
"Of course, darling. Never again. Go back to your orgasmless life with my oaf brother. I don't care." Loki states casually. "But I might disguise myself as him again sometime soon. I'd love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock."
"If you ever try to pull something like that again, I swear to all the Gods…" You angrily call as you point a finger in his direction.
"Oh my sweet, naive little pet, do you really think that was the first time?"
A shimmer of green light rushes over you, a cold tingling sensation spreading through your every limb. Your hair is neatly in place, as are you dress and undergarments. Any bruises Loki left on you have faded away as if they were never there.
As you look up, you're surprised to see the infamous God of Mischief standing before you, flashing you a sickingly sweet smile.
"Loki?" You ask, somewhat confused. "What am I doing in your chambers? I was just in the Grand Hall, dancing with Thor."
"You just walked in here, darling. I have no clue as to why." Loki offers you his hand and you gladly accept the kind gesture.
"Let me help you find my dear brother, Y/n. He must be worried sick."
"Thank you, Loki." You smile. "I don't remember how I got here."
"That's okay. Maybe you had a bit too much of the wine?"
"Yeah, probably… I'm happy I can trust you to get me back to Thor." You say as you smile up at him.
"Any time, my sweet pet. Any time."
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A/N: My first dark fic and first Loki fic! Lmk what you think :)
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oh my gods, this is incredible! And what a concept! I'm getting a taste for dark romance and this took the cake. I love this idea of Loki pretending to be Thor and luring his brother's lover into sleeping with him, and I imagine it's either his way of showing control ("Look what I'm able to do, and you cannot stop me") or he secretly just wants the experience of having a partner but he thinks no one would want him (so the only way is to pretend to be someone more lovable like Thor). I'm leaning towards the former, personally.
Great fic, I will be re-reading this many times to come.
dark series • Loki x reader • shameless smut • F/M • use of y/n
Warnings: !dub-con/non-con!, 18+, explicit sexual content, rough sex, knife play
Word count: 2,9K
Summary:
Loki disguises himself as your boyfried Thor to trick you into sleeping with him.
This is part 1 to the series "Loki: Master of Disguise."
"Thor, are you mad?" You giggle as you swat at his arm.
Your boyfriend gives you a wicked grin as he swings open the door to Loki's chambers, pulling you inside before quickly closing and locking the door.
"Maybe. But it does not matter. My brother will never find out."
"Have you met him? Of course he'll find out!" You call.
Thor's mouth has latched on to your throat, making quiet whimpers escape you. He shoves you back, pinning you to the door. His strong hands hold onto your hips tightly. You are surprised at how rough your boyfriend is handling you. Normally, Thor would take his time with you. He'd gently caress your skin, softly kneading the tender flesh he encounters as his hands feel their way over your body. But tonight, no. He is acting like a starved man. Nipping at your skin, tugging at your hair, roughly grabbing a hold of your breasts through the fabric of your dress.
"Thor…" You moan his name when his mouth finds the pulse point on your neck, sucking hard. It will surely leave a mark.
"Yes, my darling Y/n. Moan for me." The strong man grunts.
Both his hands are now hoisting up your long dress, feeling their way along your thighs as they go. He squeezes them with his callused hands, eliciting more pleasurable sounds from you. One hand firmly cups your warmth over your underwear and he rubs the ball of his hand against your clit. You instinctively buck your hips to increase the friction, which makes a smirk appear on Thor's sunkissed face.
"So needy for me, darling. So needy to be touched by your God." His voice is hoarse as he whispers the words in your ear.
Thor doesn't often refer to himself as 'your God', but it sends shivers down your spine all the way to your core when he utters the words, his deep voice rumbling through you.
"Yes, my King, I need you so bad. Please take me." You whimper, playing along.
A deep groan escapes Thor's mouth at your words. Two strong fingers are now rubbing between your drenched folds, spreading your wetness around. It doesn't take long for him to sink one finger inside your velvety entrance, a second following quickly after. Thor moves them in and out of you at a tormentingly slow pace, making you quiver in his arms. Your hands grasp onto his strong biceps as he works you. A familiar coil is starting to form in your lower belly, making you desperate for more.
"There you go, my good girl." Thor grunts. "Clenching that divine pussy of yours so tightly around my fingers."
His free hand kneads your breasts, tugging and rolling at your nipples one by one. He dips his head down to suck one of the rosy buds into his mouth, switching to the other when he's satisfied with your whimpers.
With a wet sound he removes his fingers from you, licking them clean right in front of you. The obscene picture sends goosebumps across your skin.
"Your taste is incredible, darling." He groans as he winks at you.
With one fast move he works your underwear down, exposing your wetness to him.
"A God normally doesn't kneel," Thor starts as he lowers himself before you. "But for you, I gladly make an exception."
Thor hoists one of your legs over his shoulder, smirking at you from his kneeling position. Both his hands hold onto your hips tightly to keep you in place for him. He buries his head under your dress and in your wet core, avidly lapping at the juices that are escaping you. His flat tongue drags long licks across your slit before he nibbles on your clit. Thor's fingers return to your entrance and he moves one inside again. You're close to losing your balance as you feel him work your sensitive parts, letting loud moans escape your mouth as your orgasm builds.
"Please, Thor. I'm going to cum. Please continue. Please make me cum." You plead through ragged breaths.
"Do it, my sweetling. Let yourself lose control. Give yourself to me."
Thor eagerly picks up his pace, pleasuring you with his tongue and fingers, his only mission making you come undone before him. Your legs start to shake when he catches your clit between his lips again and starts sucking while a third finger enters your wetness, stretching you out for him.
Your orgasm crashes over you, wave after wave of pleasure searing through your body. If he hadn't been holding onto you so tightly, surely you would have fallen to your knees. He drinks up everything you give him, leisurely moving his fingers up and down inside your pussy, making sure to drag out your orgasm as long as possible.
The brawny man stands up again, still holding his hands on your hips, then presses a long kiss to your lips. You taste yourself on his tongue, a salty sweet mixture of your own release combined with the red wine he drank before. You reach up and throw your hands around his neck, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifts you up. You let him lead the pair of you to Loki's bed.
Thor throws you down on the green satin sheets and is immediately on you. He pulls at your dress, working it off you and throwing it to the floor. You tug on his shirt and pants, not stopping until the strong man you love so dearly is standing in front of you in all his naked glory. He runs his fingers over your soft skin, caressing every part of you he can reach.
"Get on all fours, darling. Let me take you with your beautiful arse up in the air." It's more a command than a question, and you eagerly oblige.
Laying your chest down to the soft mattress below, wiggling your exposed buttocks to the God, you feel the bed dip as Thor places himself behind you. He rubs the tip of his thick member between your folds, making it wet with your slick, before sinking into you inch by inch. The stretch is incredible and you let out a loud moan when Thor bottoms out. He gives you a moment to adjust to his size deep inside your needy core, drawing more moans from your lips when he starts to move. One strong hand twists in your hair and pulls back your head, the other gripping onto your hip so tightly it will surely leave bruises.
"You like feeling that thick cock inside of you, don't you darling? Such a needy little plaything for me." He whispers in your ear as he slams himself into you again and again, earning more cries from you.
A loud knock on the door silences you both, and Thor slows down his pace. He doesn't answer the door though, instead he keeps thrusting into you over and over, though way more quietly than before. There's a second knock on the door, followed by a familiar voice.
"Brother? Are you in there? I'm looking for Y/n. Can't find her anywhere. I was hoping you could help."
Your eyes widen in surprise at hearing Thor's voice on the other side of the door. A hand clamps over your mouth at the same moment you figure out what's going on. The dagger now pressing to your throat tells you you've guessed correctly.
"Not a sound, pet." Loki's breath is hot on your ear as he softly hisses the words.
There's panick in your eyes as Loki presses your back against his chest, holding you tightly in place. A hint of green light in your peripheral vision tells you he's dropped the illusion and is now back to his true form. His cock is still buried deep inside of you, though it now seems to hit deeper and stretch you a little less. Loki keeps slowly thrusting in and out of you, the dagger lightly puncturing the skin on your throat.
"No brother, I haven't seen Y/n." Loki's silky voice calls. "I will come help you search for her in a bit. I'm a little occupied at the moment."
Loki slowly trails the dagger along your throat, sternum, and belly as he keeps fucking into you and talks to his brother. Eventually his hand comes to rest on your hip, the cool metal of the dagger pressing into the skin of your thigh.
"She was just with me in the Grand Hall. I don't know how I could have lost her." Thor continues.
"Y/n is a smart little thing, she'll find her way back to you. If not, I'll help you look for her in a little while."
Thor sighs loudly, but seems to be accepting his brother's words.
"Thank you, Loki."
"My pleasure, brother." Loki muses, accentuating the words with deep thrusts into your needy core, hitting that sweet spot deep within.
The hand on your mouth weakens somewhat when Thor walks away from the door. The dagger on your thigh vanishes, much to your relief. Loki's now free hand travels up your body, firmly groping your breasts when he reaches them. Pressed against him, you feel his smooth skin rub against yours with every move of his hips.
"Now pet, I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth and you're going to stay quiet for me. If not, I have some other ideas on how to shut you up."
True to his word, Loki releases you from his iron grip. His freed hand finds your throat, using it to pull you flush against him. A tear is starting to run down your cheek, and your breath hitches in your throat when Loki runs his tongue along your face to lap it up. His thrusts are speeding up again, making involuntary moans escape your mouth. You don't want to be enjoying any of this, but he is a damn good fuck.
Loki pushes you forward, pressing your chest into the mattress as he fucks you deep and hard. His hand twists in your hair once more as he uses it to ram himself inside of you as fast as humanly - godly - possible. The other hand kneads into your thigh and arse, harsh spanks landing on the latter between deep thrusts.
At once, Loki pushes you away from him, pulling himself out of your wetness and stroking his own cock.
"Turn around darling, I want you to look at me while I make you cum again." The deep voice orders.
Reluctantly you follow his command, laying yourself down on your back in front of him. Your pussy feels empty without him inside, and some part of you misses his cock filling you up.
"Loki, please." You plead. "You don't have to do this… If you let me walk away now I promise I won't tell Thor about any of this. We can pretend it never happened."
Loki grunts as he slides his cock into your slick entrance again, not stopping until he's buried inside of you to the hilt. His eyes meet yours, his pupils blown with lust. His mouth finds your throat again, eagerly licking and sucking while he sets a relentless pace, pounding you into the satin sheets. Skilled fingers are playing with your nipples, tugging at them with the exact right amount of force for it to drive you crazy.
"You look so pretty when you beg." Loki mocks. "It really becomes you. Let me hear more of it."
Not sure whether he's giving your pleas any notice or it's just spurring him on more, you start to beg.
"Please stop, Loki. Let me go. Please just… just…"
At first, your words sound desperate, a real attempt at getting away from him. But when his hand finds your clit and your orgasm starts to build again, the pleas start to become of a different nature.
"Please, Loki… please." You beg, not sure anymore what kind of mercy it is you're hoping for.
A mischievous smirk is plastered across Loki's face as he notices the change in your dire words. His breath tickles your ear when he hisses into it.
"That's it pet, beg me for it. You know you want to. You're so close to cumming, I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock. My needy little toy."
Loki grabs onto your legs and hoists both of them onto his shoulders, driving into you even deeper than before. His thrusts are long, deep, hard, and always hitting that magical spot buried in your core. Strong fingers press into your hips as he slams into your wanton body. You can't stall it much longer, your body betraying you as it starts to reach its climax once again.
"Say my name for me. I want to hear it drip from your beautiful lips as you cum."
"I, I don't…"
"Say my name, pet." His voice is rough and low.
"I don't want to." You spit at him, regaining a bit of your usual resilience.
"I'm sorry, did I leave you under the impression that I care?" Loki calls angrily, tightly gripping your throat in one of his strong hands.
He's practically folding you in half when he bends down further, spitting in your face as he obstructs the blood flow in your neck. The sensation is wild, and you feel disgusted with yourself when your body starts to tremble and convulse as your second orgasm of the night crashes through you. Loki's heinous grin tells you he's feeling victorious for making you come undone again, his thrusts only slowing down ever so slightly to let you ride out your high right on his cock.
"Norns, Y/n, you take me so well." He gruntingly praises as he feels your walls tighten around his dick over and over. "Doing so well for your God. Tell me, does my brother fuck you like this? Does he make you cum so hard your eyes roll back in your head?"
You don't answer him. Not just because you outright refuse to indulge in his sick contest with Thor, but also because you physically can't seem to utter any words at the moment. The feeling of his cock fucking you harder than you've ever been fucked before has sent you into a jelly-like state, no coherent sentence or thought forming inside your foggy brain.
"Answer me, pet." Loki growls. His hand now pinches your face, forcing you to look at him. "Can my dear brother make you feel the way I do?"
With heavy eyelids you slowly shake your head, earning you a wicked grin on the dark-haired man's face as he keeps impaling you on his cock. His thrusts become speedier, then erratic, and within moments he's painting your walls with his cum. Loki groans and growls as he cums deep inside of you, filling you up. He drops your legs and slumps over you, his body heavily pressing down on yours.
It takes a while for Loki to remove himself from you, but when he does, he lays down on his side next to you and pulls you to him for a deep kiss. Without realising it you comply, sharing a passionate moment with your boyfriend's brother.
When the fog in your mind clears up, you start coming to your senses again. You start to move off the bed with worry in your eyes, rummaging around the soft sheets to find your clothes.
"Loki, whatever this was… it can never happen again." You tell him with a stern look on your face. "Do you understand?"
Loki smiles at you, a genuine smile, and you feel your cheeks start to flush.
"Of course, darling. Never again. Go back to your orgasmless life with my oaf brother. I don't care." Loki states casually. "But I might disguise myself as him again sometime soon. I'd love to feel your lips wrapped around my cock."
"If you ever try to pull something like that again, I swear to all the Gods…" You angrily call as you point a finger in his direction.
"Oh my sweet, naive little pet, do you really think that was the first time?"
A shimmer of green light rushes over you, a cold tingling sensation spreading through your every limb. Your hair is neatly in place, as are you dress and undergarments. Any bruises Loki left on you have faded away as if they were never there.
As you look up, you're surprised to see the infamous God of Mischief standing before you, flashing you a sickingly sweet smile.
"Loki?" You ask, somewhat confused. "What am I doing in your chambers? I was just in the Grand Hall, dancing with Thor."
"You just walked in here, darling. I have no clue as to why." Loki offers you his hand and you gladly accept the kind gesture.
"Let me help you find my dear brother, Y/n. He must be worried sick."
"Thank you, Loki." You smile. "I don't remember how I got here."
"That's okay. Maybe you had a bit too much of the wine?"
"Yeah, probably… I'm happy I can trust you to get me back to Thor." You say as you smile up at him.
"Any time, my sweet pet. Any time."
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A/N: My first dark fic and first Loki fic! Lmk what you think :)
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) • Tom Hiddleston x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n • AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 6: Rosé
When you close the door of your studio apartment behind you, you press yourself against it and let out a deep sigh. The feeling of the door touching your back sends a memory of not too long ago through your body, painting a big smile on your face. You remember how soft his lips felt, the muscles you caressed beneath his shirt, the taste of his mouth, his hands on your body…
You push yourself away from the door and walk towards your cozy living room, dropping yourself on the green velvet couch. Staring up at the ceiling, you start thinking about everything that happened today. Finally, you had kissed the man who’d been on your mind 24/7 for the last two weeks. And it was clear he wanted more. If not his words, the prominent erection you had felt underneath the thin fabric of his pants told you everything you needed to know. The flashback makes you shiver slightly.
So, that leaves you with the most important question of the day. Will you show up tomorrow evening? Are you going to get into that Uber, and enter into whatever it is your professor has laid out for the both of you? He had been so tender and soft when he kissed you today, as if he was scared to break you. But then again, he had been completely domineering when he ordered you to walk behind him, take the stairs, and pushed you against the door with your wrists locked in his grip.
What side of the man would you be meeting tomorrow night, you wonder. And, more importantly, which one are you hoping for?
~*~
Maddie came over for dinner and talked your ear off about an amazing date she just had with Steve. Hearing her talk about the romantic picnic Steve had set up for the both of them, you ask yourself whether your professor would ever do anything like that for you. You try to shake the thought out of your head. It's just sex he's after, nothing else. And that's fine, you don't need more from him either. Right?
The two of you are sitting on your couch, both slumped back on one end. You opened up a bottle of somewhat sour rosé and are on the third glass each. It doesn’t take long for the conversation to once again land on your eligible professors. Even though you want to tell Maddie everything that has happened, you know you have to be cautious.
“That red top worked like a charm, didn’t it? Professor Hiddleston couldn’t keep his eyes off of you!” She exclaims.
You give her a wide grin. The lecture with Professor Hiddleston felt like ages ago, yet it had happened only this morning. “You’d think he’d be more discreet, right? Staring at a student like that.”
“Liam and Chris were too busy drooling over you to notice anything though.” Maddie replies. “Steve says he thinks the professor is a dog for ogling you like that.”
“But it’s okay when Liam and Chirs do it?”
“They’re just stupid boys, that’s different. They’re not grading your papers based on how low cut your top is.”
“Fair enough… Though I hope Hiddleston doesn’t mark me based on my clothes either.”
“I guess we’ll see in a couple of weeks when we have midterms.” Maddie smiles. “If you see me wearing nothing but a bralette to class, you know where I’m at with studying.”
Both of you laugh. You reach for your wine and empty your glass, gesturing towards Maddie to ask if she wants some more. Sure, you have plans tomorrow morning, but it’s not like you’ve never been hungover at uni before. Swaying somewhat as you get up, you walk towards the fridge, uncorking another bottle.
“So how did it go with Cumberbitch today?” Your friend asks, deliberately changing his name.
You make your way back to the couch and fill both your glasses again, avoiding her eyes. That gives you some time to think about your answer. You buy a little more time by taking a big gulp of rosé, then finally look back at Maddie.
“I ran into him at the campus cafe.” You answer truthfully, still contemplating what you can and cannot tell her.
“You did?! So what happened?”
“He ignored me completely, didn’t even acknowledge me at first.” It pains you to lie to your friend, but you don’t see a way around it.
“He did not! What a prick!” Maddie cries out.
“I made him pay for it during the lecture, though.” You continue. You spread your bed and now you have to lay in it. “It was the same as Hiddleston. Couldn’t keep his eyes off of my boobs.”
“I bet.” Your friend says. “Men are all the same!”
The both of you laugh again as you chug on your rosé. Your cheeks are starting to get flushed by the alcohol and you’re beginning to feel a bit hot. Maddie looks buzzed as well.
“For your next one-on-one meeting you should totally go all out again, make him want you even more.” Maddie states. “And if it doesn't work out with either of the professor-pricks, you can always just shag Chris.”
You snort and the wine almost goes through your nose. “Ewww, piss off! I’m not shagging fucking Chris!”
“Steve says he has a huge cock, he’s seen it when they shower after rugby.” A wide grin is plastered on her face.
“Fuck off!” You cackle and together you laugh.
~*~
The second bottle of rosé lasts the two of you for the rest of the night. It’s just after midnight when Maddie leaves your flat to go sleep over at Steve’s place. He’s come to pick her up. For the first time in a couple of hours, you unlock your phone. There’s a message from an unknown number, sent around nine o’clock tonight.
Unknown: Anne, I realised I never gave you my phone number. So, here you go. Let me know if you have a change of heart about tomorrow. There’s no hard feelings, promise. Benedict.
You grin at the screen as your drunken head wraps itself around the text. He used his first name. Even though you kissed and practically felt each other up this afternoon, this feels like a huge step. Laying back down on the couch, you type your reply.
A: can’t wair for tmrw
Okay, so maybe you’re not the best at typing when you’re drunk. And not the most articulate. Whatever. To your surprise, three dots pop up almost immediately, indicating your professor is typing.
B: Are you drunk, Miss Major?
A: why so formal again prof?
B: Answer me.
A: jst had some rosé w Mads
B: How is it I keep catching you pissed?
A: m not pissd
B: Do you want to smoke?
A: YESS
B: Then you’re pissed. Go sleep.
You stare at the screen and grin. He’s right though, no arguing that. But you are enjoying your conversation with him way too much to let it end here. You give it your everything to type the next message without any mistakes.
A: what if I don’t want to go to sleep yet?
There’s a pause on the other end. You decide to push it even further.
A: you have my address. come over.
The three dots appear, disappear, then pop up again.
B: I don’t think that’s a good idea, Anne.
Ha, you’re back on a first name basis!
A: i thnk it’s a great idea
B: I can assure you it’s not.
A: why not?
B: We’ll talk when you’re sober. Off to bed now.
You pout slightly as you look at your screen. Playtime’s over then. However, you can’t help sending one last message.
A: ok prof, but im imagining you as i cum on my vibrator in a couple of minutes
The text turns to ‘read’, but there’s no more reply from your professor. With a broad smile on your face you get ready for bed, cashing in on the promise you made the man as you get out your favourite toy.
~*~
The alarm cuts through you like a knife. Rosé always seems like a better idea the night before than the morning after. You pick up your phone to shut off the blaring sound it’s making and notice a new text message. Or well, lack thereof. Your professor retracted a message about an hour after you sent your last one. The smile on your face almost makes up for the headache that’s splitting through you.
After downing a couple of ibuprofens, you pull on a pair of black sportleggings and an oversized pink hoodie with the university name on it. You bundle your hair into a bun to get it out of your face. A pair of white trainers completes the hangover-look. It’s basically your go-to outfit anytime you’ve been drinking with friends, especially when you have nothing but study group on the agenda.
Steve and Maddie are already seated in the small study room you book on campus every Tuesday morning when you walk in. You picked up a cup of coffee on your way over, gratefully drinking the last sip. Clearly you’re not the only one hungover, seeing how Maddie has her face buried in her arms that she laid down on the table. Steve is gently rubbing her back while scrolling through his phone. Both of them look up at you as you take a seat and Maddie reaches for your coffee, disappointed to find it empty.
“Ugh, I need coffee! Steve’s machine broke, like, two weeks ago and he still hasn’t gotten a new one.” Maddie grunts.
“I’ll get to it, chill babe.” Steve laughs. “Liam and Chris should be here any minute, we can move to the campus cafe if you want to?”
“There’s people there.” She answers with a disgusted look on her face.
“Why didn’t you get anything on your way over here?” You ask.
“Steve thought we would be late.”
“Well we would have been if any of the others showed up on time.” Steve defends himself.
You give him a sympathetic smile before looking down at Maddie. “Let’s wait for the boys then go get you some coffee.”
Maddie reluctantly nods in agreement, then places her head down on her arms again.
As per usual, Liam and Chris ran about fifteen minutes late. Ever since they became roommates their time management has become even worse. The five of you slowly made your way to the cafe, dragging Maddie along with you. You join the sizable queue to get everyone’s orders while the rest of the gang gets comfortable at a table in the back. The boys have been talking about rugby non-stop, and Maddie has been charged with the delightful task of listening to the new tactics their coach has put them on.
“Those leggings really do wonders for your ass, Miss Major.” A voice softly says from behind, startling you. You smell your professor’s cologne as he moves his head closer to your neck.
When he speaks again, you feel his breath on your ear, sending goosebumps across your skin.
“Did dressing up in skimpy outfits not get the intended results with dear old Benedict? Sorry, that’s Professor Cumberbatch to you of course.” Professor Hiddleston’s voice is laced with mockery as he speaks. He moves to stand next to you, invading your personal space. The both of you keep looking straight ahead.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, professor.” You say. Your voice is shaking more than you’d like it to. Why is he wearing a suit, today of all days? He fills it out a bit too well. His unruly black hair falls loosely around his ears.
“Come on, you’re one of my most clever students, or so I’ve heard.” He says.
The queue moves forward a little and the two of you shuffle along, but there’s still quite some people in front of you. No way out yet. Out of the corner of your eye you see the handsome man clasp his hands in front of him.
“You’re seeing him tonight, right?”
This makes you look up at him, eyes wide and shocked. His own face is one of amusement, grinning down on you.
“He told you about that?”
“He told me a lot of things.”
You feel your face turn red. The professor’s smile just widens as he gauges your response.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell.” He says. “I’d never do that to Ben. Besides, he asked me to talk to you. Prove to you I’m trustworthy.” He diverts his gaze from you again to eye the people in front of you, making sure they’re not listening in to your whispered conversation.
“You don’t really make a great case for yourself, coming at me like that.” You squint your eyes at him.
He gives you an amused grin again. “I know, can’t help it. You may have noticed him first, but that doesn’t change the fact that I noticed you, too.”
At this your breath hitches in your throat. The man is obviously pleased by your response to his words as he looks you up and down.
“Find me if he misbehaves.” Hiddleston says. His face softens. “I mean it. He’s my friend, but he can be a dick. You don’t deserve to get hurt.”
You’re almost at the counter now, just one more couple in front of you.
“Thanks, I guess.” You say. “I will.”
“Good girl.”
You stare up at him angrily as your cheeks flush, but he just smirks and averts his gaze to the barista, ready to take your order.
“Ladies first.” Your professor smiles at you warmly.
After a moment’s hesitation you place your order of 3 cappuccino’s and 2 black coffees.
“And another black coffee to go, please. But I wouldn’t mind a little whipped cream on top.” The professor says to the barista and gives you a wink.
His words send a tingle through your body. You gather yourself and move to pay but he has his card out already.
“They’re on me.” He tells the girl behind the counter more than you. Then, looking at you again, he softly says: “Have a good time tonight, Miss Major. And please, do talk to me if anything goes wrong.”
The barista hands the professor his coffee with a dollop of whipped cream on top. Your eyes follow his finger as he scoops some up and licks it off, cocking his head to the side.
“Finger licking good, wouldn’t you say?” He gives you another grin before turning around and leaving you at the counter, finally releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
~*~
Back at home you kick your sneakers into a corner and drop yourself onto your bed, looking up at your ceiling. The group didn't get any studying done but you stayed at the cafe for a couple of hours, chatting with your friends. Time went by fast and you are starting to get nervous for tonight. There's just a couple of hours left before the supposed Uber will be here to pick you up, to bring you to him.
Professor Hiddleston got in your head this morning. You found yourself thinking about his words the entire day. ‘I noticed you, too’ he had said. The thought of him being jealous of Professor Cumberbatch and you hadn't come to your mind yet, but now that he said those words out loud, you could see it. The thought of him wanting you sends a warm feeling through your body and a smile forms around your lips. There's two incredibly hot men after you. Two close friends. Have they talked about you? Talked about how you dressed, how you behaved? What did Cumberbatch share with Hiddleston about your encounters? The idea of the two of them discussing you doesn't leave you unbothered.
The buzzing of your phone rips you out of your thoughts.
B: Anne, just confirming with you for tonight. Please let me know so I can arrange the Uber. Benedict.
You stare at the text for a good minute before answering.
A: Consider it confirmed. I'm looking forward to it
The three dots indicate your professor is typing.
B: I’m glad to hear. Looks like you'll be picked up by Noah at 17:32.
Your professor sends you the details of the booking, including his address so you can find his home.
B: Do you like Italian food? I'm making you dinner tonight.
Damn, he's cooking for you? That's more than just a quick fuck, you think to yourself.
A: I love Italian
B: Good. So do I. I'm going to start prepping. See you in a bit.
A: See you tonight
You stare up at the ceiling just a little longer before hopping off of your bed and heading towards the shower. Time to prepare yourself, too.
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A/N: Thank you once again for reading! We'll get to the smutty stuff soon, I promise ;)
Hii its so rare to see people write for Strange so im happy I found your account. I would love if you wrote some headcanons for how he is in a relationship or building up to a relationship? Sfw or nsfw
I love this!! I've never written headcanons before but I hope you like them :)
Headcanons: Stephen Strange in a Relationship
SFW:
1) He's reluctant to go out with you at first. Not because he doesn't like you, but because he's afraid of letting anyone into his crazy life.
2) Stephen keeps you at a distance for a while. He thinks of himself as completely unlovable. In his mind, someone like you would never want to be with a broken man like him. Only when he really can't deny the mutual chemistry any longer, he decides to take you out on a date.
3) In the beginning, he treats anything that's happening between you like a government secret. You think it's because he's ashamed of being seen with you. In reality, there's a possibility of you becoming a weakness to him. Eventually he decides you're worth having a weakness for, even if it means he'll have to secretly protect you at all times.
4) It takes him SO long to open up. But when he does, he gives himself fully. When Stephen loves, he loves hard. There's one thing he won't talk about though, and that's his insecurities. He doesn't want to burden you with them.
5) All his arrogance stems from a crippling fear of failure. He feels like he has to outperform everyone to be valued. Though it's hard for him to accept, you make him realize he's ‘enough’ just as he is.
6) He's incredibly funny and has an amazing full-belly laugh.
7) When you're going on a date, he's got everything planned out. You regularly come home to see a new outfit ready on your shared bed, together with a note telling you what time he's expecting you to be ready.
8) Stephen is possessive. He's not one to act on impulses, so he'll quietly sulk from a distance when he sees you talk to another man, gauging every move like a hawk. When the unknown guy touches your arm, however, he can't hold back any longer. Stephen joins the conversation and puts his arm around your waist, pulling you tightly to him. Showing the other man you're his.
9) He loves to cook for you. Loves seeing your reaction to the food he puts on the table. He's glad his hands still have enough dexterity to throw ingredients together.
10) He'd do anything to see you smile. Anything.
11) Aware of the many dangers in the world, he has insisted you train with him at least once a week. You don't have to learn magic if you don't want to, but you absolutely must be able to defend yourself.
12) The first time you got sick around him, he went full doctor-mode. You weren't even allowed to get yourself a glass of water without him. It took some time for him to accept it was just a cold and you'd survive without the interference of a neurosurgeon, but he just wanted to make sure.
13) Reading together is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you. Sitting on the couch together, nestling against each other while both diving into your own books. He loves seeing all the micro expressions on your face as you turn page after page. Often he forgets to read at all, and he'll just stare at you, wondering what he did to deserve you.
14) You're not allowed to acknowledge how much of a hopeless romantic he is. He'll just huff and say you're imagining things. The dinners by candlelight and breakfasts in bed suggest otherwise, but you're wise enough not to point that out.
15) Stephen treats you like a goddess in human form. He worships your mind and body as often as you let him.
16) He's a sucker for cuddles, as long as no one sees. Can't have everyone see the Sorcerer Supreme get all soft and snuggly. He especially loves it when you lay in bed together with your head on his chest, your leg nudged between his own. He loves holding you close to him, rubbing your back, toying with your hair, pressing soft kisses to your head.
17) He can be annoyingly smart. Sees right through you. If you say something he doesn't fully understand, you're not leaving before he does.
18) He loves you so much, it borderlines on obsession.
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19) He'd been afraid to touch you at first. It took some time for him to show you his scarred hands. In return, you've shown him how much you love his strong fingers on (and in) your body. Kissing them, stroking them. Holding his hands close to your chest. Massaging them gently. He can't put the shame away fully yet, but he's getting more comfortable with you touching his hands.
20) Your reaction to his voice… does things to him. He loves to whisper in your ear, tickling your skin with his hot breath, and feel you tremble in his arms. It's such an empowering feeling.
21) Ever since he's first heard you moan his name in pleasure, he has been chasing that same high. He needs to hear it as often as possible. It drives him insane.
22) Yes, he likes to be called ‘Doctor’ in bed. I won't elaborate.
23) Stephen will have you anywhere at any time. He's dragged you into broom closets, public bathrooms, dark alleys even. He doesn't care if anyone hears. Let them know how good he makes you feel, they should all be aware.
24) He loves gifting you lingerie. It awakes something primal in him to see you strut around in sexy pieces he's bought for you. They don't tend to stay on very long.
25) Magic in the bedroom? Yes, yes, yes. The Crimson Bands of Cyttorak often make an appearance when you're behaving too bratty to his liking.
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one shot • Doctor Strange x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, age difference
Word count: 3,5K
Summary:
You’ve been training with Stephen Strange for a while now, but aren’t showing any promising progress. Annoyed at your incapability, Stephen tries to figure out why you’ve been so distracted during training sessions. How will he respond when he figures out your distraction is him?
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“Oh come on, you’re not telling me…” He starts, his tone both amused and annoyed at the same time.
Stephen runs a tentative finger across your cheek and your eyelids involuntarily flutter shut. You have to bite your lips to make sure no other sound can escape you. The man knits his brows and places one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose as he stifles a laugh.
“So that’s what has been distracting you?” He muses with a face-splitting grin on his handsome face.
It's already dark out when training in the Sanctum finally gets to an end. Stephen has been drilling the recruits non-stop the last couple of weeks, with training sessions that last for hours on end. It's obvious he's getting everyone ready for something, but you're not keen on asking what he's expecting to happen soon. Knowing him, it can't be any good.
Thing is, you're a terrible student. You're shit at opening portals, can't make the pretty lights appear at the tips of your fingers, and don’t get me started on astral projection. To be fair, you're not even supposed to be here. America dragged you along to the Sanctum a couple of weeks ago like a stray puppy. When Stephen saw you slumping around the Sanctum, he demanded you’d join training, making yourself useful.
Every day, Stephen visually grows more agitated with your inability to conjure the simplest of spells. He’s a good teacher, but not subtle with hiding his increasing irritation at your repeated failure. Little does he know, he’s the reason you’re not able to focus on a damn thing.
Ever since you first laid eyes on the man you have been utterly infatuated by him. The grey in his temples, the intricate scars on his hands, the cheekbones that look like they’ve been chiseled out of marble. The fact that he’s about 20 years older than you only adds to the delicious sinfulness of it all. How are you supposed to concentrate on creating portals out of thin air when the most handsome man you’ve ever met is literally breathing down your neck?
It’s not a surprise when he dismisses the entire class except for you. America gives you a pitied look before leaving you alone with the sorcerer, who’s putting away today’s training materials.
“You wanted to see me, Doctor Strange?” You ask, nervously fidgeting with your hands.
“Look me in the eyes when you speak to me, girl.” The man huffs in his deep baritone. “Do I really have to teach you every little fucking thing?”
Okay, so, he’s angry with you. And he has reason to be. You almost rammed a spear into some poor boy's eye when you weren’t paying attention during training. Not to speak of the pathetic little whine you let out when America worked you to the floor. You aren’t cut out for this, and he knows it.
“I’m sorry, sir.” You mutter, not able to produce your normal speaking volume as you look up into his piercing eyes. And must he stand so close you can smell his intoxicating scent?
“Yeah, that’s not enough, kid. I think you should stop training with us before someone gets hurt.”
“Oh…” Your voice is no more than a whisper.
“Don’t tell me that’s a surprise to you? Anytime I look over at you I see you just staring at me. It’s like you’re not even trying. We’re working with literal magic here and still you seem to get distracted all the time.”
Your cheeks are starting to flush. Fuck, he’s caught you staring at him? How can you tell him he’s the reason you’ve been so absent-minded? Suddenly, he snaps his fingers in front of your face a couple of times.
“Hello?” Stephen scoffs. “See, that’s what I’m talking about. Where the fuck is your head at?”
Too bad you suck at magic, otherwise you’d simply step through a portal to God knows where to get out of this situation. He places both of his strong hands on your shoulders and shakes you a little to get your attention back at him. Before you can stop yourself though, you let out a little moan at the sudden contact.
He instantly retracts his hands as he looks at you quizzically, your face now taking on the same shade of red as his robes.
“Oh come on, you’re not telling me…” He starts, his tone both amused and annoyed at the same time.
Stephen runs a tentative finger across your cheek and your eyelids involuntarily flutter shut. You have to bite your lips to make sure no other sound can escape you. The man knits his brows and places one hand on his hip, the other pinching the bridge of his nose as he stifles a laugh.
“So that’s what has been distracting you?” He muses with a face-splitting grin on his handsome face.
Carefully you nod, not daring to speak. You don’t trust your voice to come out without it sounding hoarse. Little does he know the small touches sent a raging heat right down to your core.
Slowly he closes back in on you, icy blue eyes staring down into yours. You have to tilt your head up to keep his gaze as he presses his chest to yours. He lowers his head and his hot breath tickles your ear when he whispers: “Why didn’t you just say so, sweetheart? We could've remedied that a long time ago.”
The moment Stephen is done speaking the words, his mouth presses against your neck. Slow, wet kisses trail up along your jaw, his beard scratching your skin, until his lips hover over yours. You're practically trembling at this point, completely stunned by the unexpected change in the situation you find yourself in.
“Tell me what you want from me, or I won't give it to you." Stephen’s low voice commands.
Your breath catches in your throat when his hands find the curves of your hips, slowly sliding up to rest on your waist. His thumbs draw lazy circles against your covered skin.
"I- I, uhm…” You stammer, not able to focus on anything but the burning sensation of his hands on your body.
"Come on sweetheart.” Stephen teases as the tip of his nose brushes against yours. "Use your words.”
"I… I want you to kiss me." You manage to get out.
Stephen chuckles. Arrogant prick. “That's all? Just a kiss?"
“N-No."
“Then what?"
“I… want to feel you."
Stephen’s strong hands move up your sides, kneading into your flesh.
“Feel me, huh? Where?"
“Everywhere." You sigh, and boldly plant your lips against his.
He kisses you back instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulls you flush against his body. His hands roam your back hungrily, one sneaking up into your hair, gently groping at the roots. Your own hands find their way up his uncovered biceps, eagerly squeezing the muscles. His skin feels hot against your hands.
Stephen’s tongue presses against your lips and you accept him into your mouth, passionately deepening the kiss. Against your abdomen you feel his erection forming, which sends shivers down your spine. Seems like he’s packing.
You let out a moan of pleasure when one of Stephen’s hands runs up your body and finds your breasts, tugging at and playing with your covered nipples. He swallows your sounds with long kisses before breaking apart from you and staring into your eyes again.
“Your bedroom or mine?” The sorcerer asks in a breathy voice.
Holy shit, this is actually happening. Don’t panic. You’re only just about to fuck Stephen fucking Strange.
“Yours.” You whisper.
Stephen nods and releases you momentarily to open up a portal. He picks you up bridal style and steps into his bedroom, throwing you down on the large bed, then closes the portal again.
Immediately he crawls over you, pressing his body down on yours. He lets out a groan when you rake your hands through his hair and let your nails flow over his back. It’s an incredible sound you’re desperate to hear again. You are writhing and whimpering under him, wrapping your legs around his waist to press your pelvis to him, looking for any kind of friction.
“You’re so needy for me, sweetheart.” Stephen coos as he presses kisses down your neck. “Looking so innocent walking around the Sanctum, when in reality you’re craving my cock.”
You moan again, pressing yourself further into him. “Yes, Stephen. Need your cock.”
“Good girl… Now tell me again what you want me to do.”
Your mind is fogged up by arousal, which gives you a bit more confidence to speak your mind. You know exactly what you want from him.
“I want to feel you, Stephen. Inside of me. I want to feel you fill up my pussy with your cock.”
The man smirks against your skin, slowly undoing himself of his robes. His chest is glorious - broad, muscled, tanned - and you feel your arousal pooling in your panties just by looking at him. Stephen’s hands move to undress you too. When he’s got you out of your robes, he lets out a deep, content sigh. His hands roam your soft skin, gently squeezing and kneading every soft spot he encounters. Your hands are gently pulling at his hair and feeling across his toned back.
With ease he undoes you of your bra, dipping his head down to suck at your rosy nipples. His tongue works the sensitive flesh expertly, giving you a good idea of what’s to come next as he kisses his way down your stomach. He places his mouth over your clothed folds, sending goosebumps down your skin.
“Look at you, sweetheart. All wet and ready for me. For your teacher.” He groans into you. “You'll have to wait for my cock a little bit longer. You need my tongue first."
“Yes, I need you so bad.”
With a growl he removes your panties from your body and dives into your wet pussy, lapping up your juices with his hungry tongue. Cries escape your mouth together with moans and whimpers, begging him to continue the attack on your sensitive entrance and clit.
“Stephen, please! Please! Thank you!”
Apparently that was the right choice of words, because he releases a new sort of throaty sound you haven't heard before.
“Fuck yes, thank me for the pleasure I’m giving you sweetheart.” He grunts as he moves two fingers inside of your pussy, curling them with practiced precision.
The tight coil in your belly starts to reach its point of no return and you try to move yourself away from the strong man that hovers over you, pinning you to the mattress with his muscular arms. His free hand grabs on to you tightly and holds you in place for him. Your juices are starting to overflow as you are nearing your climax.
“It’s too much, it’s too much. I’m gonna cum, Stephen, you’re going to make me cum if you keep doing that.” You ramble between pants.
“That’s the idea, sweetheart. Need you to cum for me. Come undone around my fingers, squeeze them with your tight little cunt. That’s it, sweetheart. Give yourself to me.” His low voice calls from between your legs, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he’s bestowing on you.
Crying out his name for the entire Sanctum to hear, you feel your orgasm rush over you. Wave after wave of delicious pleasure takes your body. He keeps pumping his fingers in and out of you, keeps nibbling on your clit, keeps drinking the juices you are giving him. Until you’re no longer clamping your thighs against his head, slumping backwards into the soft bed.
“What do you say when someone gives you something nice, sweetheart?” Stephen tuts as he raises his head back up to look at you.
“Thank you sir, thank you. Thank you.” You breathe.
“Good girl.” He groans as he climbs over you once again, pressing his face to yours. He’s still glistening with your juices and you taste yourself on his tongue, eagerly kissing him.
Stephen breaks apart for you for a bit to work down his pants and underwear, giving you a smirk when he sees you staring at his thick cock.
“Is this what was keeping you distracted?” He teases, lowering himself back on you. “Did you imagine what my cock would look like? Did you play with yourself, thinking of me?”
“Yes, fuck.” You moan. “I always think of you when I play with myself.”
“God, that’s hot.” Stephen breathes while he kneads your boobs and rolls your nipples between his fingers. “Tonight will certainly give you more inspiration to feed your imagination.”
“Have you ever thought of me?” You ask, regretting the question the moment it leaves your lips.
Stephen distances himself from you a little, sitting on his knees on the bed, grinning at you.
“Honey, you’re about 20 years younger than me…”
“That didn’t stop me.” You answer defiantly, not letting him hear the hint of hurt in your voice.
“Me neither.” He smirks. “You have been driving me insane ever since you joined training with us. Do you think I keep everyone training all day just for fun? It’s the only time I get to see you, and especially hear you make those intoxicating grunts and groans.”
“Oh.” You say, suddenly feeling your cheeks blush at his words. He’s thought about you too. Who would’ve thought?
“And now,”, Stephen continues as he spreads your legs and moves between them, “I’m going to fuck you until all you remember is my name. Sound good?”
You eagerly nod and move closer to him. Stephen rubs the tip of his cock between your folds before aligning himself properly. Inch by inch he slides into your warmth, impaling you on his thick dick. He stretches your walls perfectly, making you feel every vein and muscle contraction in his cock until he bottoms out.
“You're so tight around my cock sweetheart. Such a tight little pussy. And so wet for me." Stephen groans as he lets you get accustomed to his size.
The stretch is incredible, his long shaft filling you oh so well. He thrusts just a tiny bit further, grazing that pleasurable spot deep inside, and you let out a moan while your eyes flutter shut.
"Oh my God, Stephen.” You cry. "You feel so good inside me. Fuck. Thank you."
“My pleasure, sweetheart." Stephen groans with a smirk on his face as he slides out a little and pounds back into your sensitive pussy.
The pace he sets is slow at first, getting you used to feeling him inside your tight walls. When he’s decided you’re ready enough, his thrusts become faster, deeper, hungrier. It doesn’t take long for him to start slamming into you like a mad man, making your toes curl with every stroke. Obscene noises fill the room, the sound of skin slapping skin filling your senses.
“Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. That’s it, sweetheart. Clench that tight little pussy around my dick. Take it all. Take everything I give you.” He growls as he keeps fucking into you.
“Yes, thank you Stephen. Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for giving me your cock.” You whimper underneath him, grabbing at his arms and clamping your legs around his waist to feel him even deeper.
Stephen’s lips collide with yours as he muffles your moans and cries, drinking them in with his own mouth. Beads of sweat roll over your body as he pounds you into the mattress with a renowned force. He slows down a little, eventually coming to a full stop and you let out a deep guttural sound when he pulls out. Just as quickly as he’s removed himself from you, he grabs your hips and flips you around. Both his skilled hands knead into your ass before he pulls you up a bit, reentering you from behind. Stephen twists his hand into your hair and pulls your head back as he picks up speed again, the new position hitting new depths within your core. Your back arches automatically as he fucks you mercilessly, knocking the breath out of you with every deep thrust.
“There you go. You look so good like this. Wrapped around my cock, ass up in the air. God, you’re so tight. This is what you wanted, right? For me to fill you up like a good little slut? Such a slut for letting your older teacher use you like this. Such a good little slut for me.”
His words drive you mad, no man has ever called you a slut while fucking you into oblivion before. And you love it. His deep baritone rumbling against your ear, combined with the words he’s uttering, make your orgasm build up in your core quickly. You hear yourself panting, moaning, groaning as he keeps slamming into you.
“Yes, Doctor. Thank you for using me like a slut. I’m going to cum for you, I’m going to cum.” You cry out.
At your words Stephen lets out a low groan, then releases your hair. His hand pushes on the back of your neck, holding you down tightly as he somehow increases his pace even more. His free hand moves to your clit, toying with the sensitive bud.
“Cum around my cock. Let me feel you come undone. Show me how good I make you feel.” He whispers right into your ear.
It’s enough to send you over the edge. Spasming and moaning you reach your climax, your walls tightening around his thick member. Waves of pleasure ride over you as you feel yourself shock and shiver, thanking him for making you cum again. His thumb on your clit gets softer and his pace slows down a little, letting you ride out your high. Stephen releases your neck and kisses it gently, then lovingly strokes your back, squeezing your sides a little when he reaches them.
“If you listened so well to me during training, you might actually pick up something useful, sweetheart.” He teases as he presses kisses down your neck while slowly moving his dick in and out of you. “Now, for the last time, tell me what you want.”
You let out something that resembles a chuckle, then try to clear your head enough to speak again.
“Need you to cum too.” You finally mutter breathlessly.
Stephen laughs at your words. It’s a foreign sound that you realise you’ve never heard before. And it’s wonderful.
“That was kinda the plan. But I want you to tell me where you want me to cum. Where do you want to feel me?”
You think for a second, actively considering the options. There’s a particular one you don’t think he’s expecting, and the thought of it is enough to send shivers down your spine once more.
“On my face. Cum on my face, please.”
Stephen stops moving the moment you say the words, his breath seemingly becoming deeper.
“Fuck, really?” He groans.
“Yes.” You breathe.
“Jezus, okay.”
Stephen climbs off of you and flips you around again. He hoists you up a bit, making sure your head is comfortable on the soft pillow. Then he places a knee on either side of your shoulders, caging you beneath him, as he strokes himself with strong movements. It’s a glorious sight, his throbbing cock so close to your face, the handsome man towering over you.
Without a second thought you raise your head and lick his balls, then his shaft, eliciting new groans from him. He bends forward a little and you put your mouth around the tip of his cock, eagerly sucking him inside your mouth while staring up at him. Stephen gazes into your eyes with a look of bewilderment. You love seeing the calm and collected man in this state, knowing you’re the one that caused it. He throws his head back when you take him deeper into your mouth and throat, tasting the combined taste of him and yourself on his cock.
“Shit, sweetheart. Fuck. That’s it. That’s it. Such a good girl. I’m almost there. Keep going. Keep going for me. Yes, that’s it. I’m going to cum, close your eyes.”
With a guttural sound he pulls himself out of your mouth. You close your eyes and stick out your tongue, ready to receive his release. He gives his cock two strong pumps, then paints your face with ropes of hot cum. It feels so wrong, so dirty, having him defile you like this. You love every second of it.
Stephen looks back down on you, panting heavily. With his thumb he collects some of his cum and moves it to your mouth where you eagerly suck it off his finger. This earns you another groan and he bends down to place a kiss on your forehead.
“Thank you, Doctor.” You say with a sly smile.
He chuckles and gives you a wink. “No, thank you. Fuck, that was hot.”
The sorcerer strokes your hair, then moves away from you and climbs off the bed to walk towards the bathroom. He comes back with a towel, wiping your face clean of his spend. Then he kisses you again, cradling you against his chest. You settle in, relishing in the hot and sweaty embrace.
“Stay the night, please.” He whispers in your ear as he presses kisses to your temple. “Stay with me. Don’t go.”
“Of course.” You say softly, a smile painting your lips.
“Thank you.”
His nose nuzzles into your hair as he pulls you tightly against him, falling into a deep sleep together.
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) • Tom Hiddleston x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n • AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 5: Mine
The moment you sit down in the first row of the lecture hall, you look around for your professor. He's not there yet. Well, that gives you time to get your heartbeat down at least. Why does he want you to stay behind? Why are you calling him ‘sir’ again? Did you push it too far this time? You've thought that the last couple of times too, and those only seemed to have spurred him on.
Professor Cumberbatch enters the room and looks around the seats filled with students. You know he's seen you. Noticed you. You're hard to miss, sitting front row and dead center of the room with your boobs practically spilling out of your shirt. He doesn't give you as much as a glance, however. Even when you raise your hand to answer one of his questions, conveniently pushing your chest forward in the action, he opts to answer it himself instead of calling on you. Fuck, is this going to be a stern talking to?
The lecture proceeds and you're starting to worry about it ending. Time is going by both too fast and too slow for your liking. ‘Why are you after him again?’ you think to yourself. At that moment, the professor turns to the screen behind him with both hands behind his head, showing his tensed muscles beneath the white button-up shirt. Ah, right. That's why. He's fucking gorgeous. Not only that, he's incredibly smart and eloquent, and has just the right amount of arrogance you tend to fall for. Prick.
When the second half of the lecture finishes, your professor dismisses the class. That's when he looks at you again for the first time since this afternoon. You stay put, not daring to move yet. When all students have left the room, he approaches you. He overshadows you with his height as you're still sitting down, and the glimmer in his eyes tells you he's not only aware of it, he's enjoying it too. The bastard. His hands are clasped behind his back, completing the statuesque form. You swallow audibly as he speaks your name.
“Miss Major." His voice is calm and collected, a bit tender even. “Thank you for doing what you're told for once. You did very well, staying behind even after I didn't pay you any attention at all just now."
So he did do it on purpose. You knew that already, of course. But to hear him confirm it makes your cheeks flush nevertheless. What game is he playing today?
“I’d like you to follow me to my office so we can talk in private. It's late in the afternoon so there shouldn't be too many people left in the building. Discretion is still needed, however, so I expect you to walk at least 10 paces behind me at all times. Take the stairs to the eighth floor. I will be using the elevator.”
Your eyes widen and you feel your heartbeat picking up. Okay, so, this is happening then. Shit.
You open your mouth to speak, but your professor interrupts with a kind smile on his irritably handsome face.
"The only words I want to hear you speak right now are ‘Yes sir’ or ‘No sir’. Am I understood?”
You take in a short breath, then let it out again while you nod.
"Use your words, Miss Major. An English Literature student must be articulate enough to speak.”
After another audible swallow, you finally answer.
"Yes, sir.”
"Good. I'm actually very pleasantly surprised to see you follow orders so well.” The kind smile makes way for a contempt smirk. “Now get up and follow me. I haven't got all day.”
Without looking at you again, he turns around, walks towards his briefcase and starts to leave. You hastily gather your stuff and exit the row of chairs. You have to hurry to catch up with him. He walks at a quick pace, and you can just spot him in the hallway before he turns to walk towards the Humanities Faculty building. With a brisk walk yourself you follow your professor, keeping the requested (well, demanded) distance.
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You hate him. You absolutely, completely hate him. Never again are you walking eight flights of stairs because a man told you to. Or just in general. Let alone not being allowed within ten paces of his figure, and him abruptly stopping three times on your walk over here so you had to mimic him and had people bump into you. He did that on purpose for sure.
Still trying to catch your breath, you reach the closed door to his office. Of course, why leave it open for you? You reluctantly raise your arm to knock. His reply isn't immediate, but at last he tells you to enter.
The moment you step inside, your professor is on you. He closes the door by pushing you against it, grabbing both your wrists in his hands and pinning you to the cold wood.
“Panting for me already, Miss Major? You're such an avid girl.” He breathes down your neck as he lowers his head to the height of your ear. His voice is soft, surely to keep anyone from hearing the words he's taunting you with. Your body flushes with goosebumps as the deep baritone rumbles through every part of you.
“It's more the stairs than you Professor, but I can see how you got confused." You reply with a kittenish smile. It's not more than a whisper, but you got the words out nevertheless. So close to him, his aftershave tickles your nose in the most pleasant way as you inhale his scent.
Professor Cumberbatch moves to hold both your wrists with one strong hand firmly above your head, as his other hand shoots down. With a thumb and index finger beneath your chin, hand almost touching your throat, he raises your head to look at him. His eyes burn into yours.
"I believe I told you to call me ‘sir’, Miss Major. Or is following orders going to be a problem nonetheless?” He growls.
You quickly try to shake your head, but his firm grip keeps you from moving it from side to side.
“Your words, Miss Major. Use them." The professor sighs.
“Y- yes sir. I mean no sir, it won't be a problem." You manage to speak.
Your professor moves his hand from your chin to cup your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb. His eyes are dark, filled with lust and anticipation. Yet the action is tender and soft. As if something is still holding him back.
"It's very important to me that you know this is not anything I would normally do with a student. I've honestly never even thought about it before." He says softly. Then he releases your wrists and face from his grip and places his forehead against yours. He takes your right hand into his and places it on his chest. Slowly he slides your hand down. Your eyes follow your descending hand.
“But fuck, Anne." The sound of your name coming from his lips like it's a torment sends shivers down to your core. You feel the muscles underneath his shirt as he moves your hand over his pristine torso and then lower, gently pressing it onto the hard-on that's clearly forming in his pants. “You have to understand what you are doing to me."
His voice is no more than a whisper at this point. Your noses are practically already pressed together when you lean forward and close the diminutive gap between your lips and those of your professor.
Eagerly, the tall man leans into the kiss, pressing his soft lips tenderly on yours. He releases your hand almost immediately to slide his arm around your waist, the other one sliding up your back, holding your head. Your own hands both feel their way up his back to reach his curly hair, gently grabbing at it. His softness surprises you after the harsh moves he made earlier.
It doesn't take long for the kiss to deepen, your mouth opening to receive his tongue and vice versa. He tastes of coffee and vanilla. Your hands slide down over his shoulder blades and lower back, then up his chest. He still holds you close to him by the back of your head as his other hand tentatively explores your body a bit further, moving from your waist down to your ass, squeezing it slightly.
A tiny moan escapes your mouth and he hums against your lips before breaking the kiss, both of you a tad out of breath.
“I've wanted to hear that sound again ever since you first made it for me in that bloody pub." He smiles down at you.
Your cheeks are flushed and you shyly look down. He's thought about you too then?
Gently he cups your head in his hands and raises it so you'll look at him.
"You're so beautiful.” He says with an honesty that touches your heart.
You nervously bite your lips as you look into his bright eyes.
"You're not so bad yourself, sir.” You smile up at him.
The professor pulls you against him to hug you tightly, pressing a long kiss on top of your head. When he finally releases you and looks back down into your eyes, his face is more serious than before. The softness is still there, though.
"Now Anne, I think we need to talk for a bit before anything else happens." He says as he steps away from you and leans back against the desk behind him.
“Academically, you are my subordinate. That means that I objectively hold a power over you that I do not want to abuse in any way. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
“Yes, sir." You reply, your own face serious as well.
“Good, that's good." His answer is quick. “If at any point you feel like I am misusing my power against you, please tell me. That's the last thing I want to do."
“I understand, sir. But you're not abusing your power to get me to do anything. And I won't tell anyone about us either if that's what you're concerned about."
“I am concerned about it, yes. Though we had a pre-existing relationship from when we met in the pub, fact is I am now your professor. If any of this comes out to the wrong person, we will both be kicked out of this university in no-time. They're not too keen on professors getting it on with students." He ends the sentence with a small smile.
"I'd figure not, sir. Again, I understand.”
"Okay then.” He rubs his hands over his face, looking you in the eye as he rests one hand on his chin and the other on the desk at his back.
He hesitates before speaking the next words. “You're probably not going to like this idea straight away. But, if anything happens between me and you that you are not comfortable with, I would like to ask you to first talk to Professor Hiddleston about it before stepping to the university board. He's a close friend of mine and delicate enough to handle the matter. I'm not sure the same can be said about your friends, no offense.”
"You're calling that twit of a professor ‘delicate’? Please don't make me laugh!” You reply in an astonished voice.
"I know how it seems, but he really is a good man, Anne.” Your professor pleads with you.
"I'll think about it.” You answer truthfully. Not being able to talk about all this with Maddie is going to be a challenge.
"Yes, thank you. You should think about it. Not only about Hiddleston being our confidant but all of this.” He gestures to the two of you.
He continues: “There is nothing more that I would like to do than bend you over my desk here and now, but I won't." His fingers mindlessly tap the desk as he speaks.
A bit taken aback by both his bluntness and his apparent withdrawal, you pout a little when you say “Why not, sir?"
“Because I want you to think this over once more." He says with a serious tone. Then he pushes himself from the desk and walks towards you again, cupping your head in one of his big hands as he whispers in your ear.
“And because, when I'm finally going to take you, I'm going to do it right. There will be plenty of time for quick office fucks later on."
Your breath hitches in your throat at his words. Fuck, this man knows how to play you like a violin. You shiver underneath him.
“You're free on Wednesdays, right? No lectures, meetings or anything?" He asks, looking into your eyes again.
“Have you been stalking me, Professor?"
“That's ‘sir’ to you. And yes, a bit. I had to get acquainted with your schedule to propose to you the next part of my plan to get you out of your clothes and into my bed."
“Of course, sir. That makes perfect sense." You reply sarcastically. “As it happens, I am indeed free on Wednesdays."
He clenches his jaw and squints his eyes as he looks at you. "Don't use that tone on me, young lady. You'll regret it.” Then, calmly: “I want you to come to my house Tuesday night, six o’clock. Preferably in the black dress you wore last week. With tights this time."
You nod, taking in his directions. He can be so commanding, you think to yourself.
“Words, Anne." He tuts at you.
“Yes sir, I'll be there."
“Good. Give me your address, I'll arrange for an Uber to pick you up."
He hands you a piece of paper and you hold it up against the door to scribble down your address and phone number. The professor takes the note from your hand and pulls you close to him once again.
“One more thing, Anne." He breathes in a low voice, locking his gaze with yours. “You can still walk away now and there will be no hard feelings or questions asked, you have my word. But if you do choose to show up tomorrow… The minute you step through my door, you're mine. Understood?” He ends the last word with a kiss in your neck, and you almost melt into a puddle right there and then.
Your eyes find his again and you move your head up and down, confirming you understand what he means. This time, you also remember to use your words.
"Yes, sir. I think I understand.”
"Good.” He smiles at you warmly. "Off you go then. I've got research proposals to look over.”
You smile back at him and wish him a pleasant evening, then turn around to walk towards the elevator. Just before your hand reaches the door handle, you feel your professor's hands on your waist again, turning you around once more. He bends down to plant a firm kiss on your mouth.
"Remember.” He says softly but sturdily. “Mine."
And with that, he spins you around and works you out of his office, leaving you flushed and full of thoughts.
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A/N: Things are finally starting to heat up! I loved writing this one and hope you enjoy as much as I do ❤️ Thanks for the likes, comments and reblogs, they really motivate me a lot!
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Benedict Cumberbatch x reader (Female OC) • Tom Hiddleston x reader • shameless smut • F/M • no use of y/n • AU professors
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, BDSM, fluff, porn with plot, check the tags
Summary: After a flirty night out, Anne finds herself crazy for a man that turns out to be her new professor. She soon discovers there's a side to him she never expected, as he introduces her to a whole new world of ecstasy.
Chapter 4: Cream
You've done it now. You're out of this university tomorrow. There's no way you're coming back from this. Maybe it's best to just put your coat back on and get out of here as fast as you can?
His voice breaks the tense silence.
"I believe I have seen that dress before." Professor Cumberbatch says in a soft voice. His eyes are slowly, shamelessly, moving all over your body, taking everything in inch by inch. He's expertly avoiding your eyes, though.
“You'd be correct, Professor." Your voice is soft too, barely more than a whisper.
“Why are you wearing this particular dress in my office, Miss Major?"
His eyes finally reach yours, fixing you to the floor. You don't know the full intent behind his look, but boy does it make you hot. Involuntary, you squeeze your thighs together ever so slightly.
Your eyes dart to the floor as you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. Something he won’t let you get away with.
“Look at me, Miss Major. Don’t you play coy with me now. We’re far past that.”
Immediately your eyes shoot up again, meeting his intense gaze.
Stammering, you reply: “I- I wanted to look good for you, I guess.”
The professor rises from his chair but stays behind his desk. His eyes are still fixated on yours. Still, he never breaks eye-contact, making you aware of the height difference again as you have to slightly lift your head to keep looking into his piercing green eyes. He lets out a humourless laugh.
“You wanted to look good for me.” He says, his voice laced with cynicism. “Now why would you want to look good for your Professor, I wonder?”
“Maybe so he will pin me to a wall again.” The words leave your mouth before you know it.
Both yours and his eyes widen at your bold remark. Slowly, your professor moves from behind his desk towards you, until he’s standing close enough that you can smell him again. He looks down into your eyes, his own dark and focused.
“I must warn you, Miss Major. I have apologised for my actions to you once. It won’t happen again.” His deep baritone rumbles through your body and sends shivers down your spine.
“You won’t apologise again, or you won’t repeat your actions?” You breathe.
Finally he breaks the intense stare as he moves his right index finger up to your face, putting a strand of loose hair behind your ear. His finger lingers on your cheek. Electricity shoots through you at his touch.
“I’ve yet to decide, Anne.” He whispers truthfully.
A loud knock on the door rips both of you out of the tense bubble you’ve created together. The professor blinks fast, almost as if he’s coming out of a daze, then steps back from you and calls towards the knocker to enter.
Professor Hiddleston opens the door, takes one look at the both of you, then grins.
“I can come back at a more suitable time, Benedict. You’re obviously in the middle of something.” He beams. You notice him looking you up and down, and suddenly you’re very aware of the risky outfit you’re wearing. Your face turns that lovely shade of red again that this particular professor has grown so accustomed to.
“No no, now is fine. Please come in, Tom. I’m sure you’re acquainted with Miss Major?” Professor Cumberbatch answers and gestures towards you. His voice is steady and solid, as if nothing happened just moments before.
“Not nearly as much as you seem to be.” Professor Hiddleston quips as he steps into the office and closes the door behind him.
Preferably, you’d sink through the floor right now. Or sprint to the elevator. Or just simply cease to exist. But, as none of these are viable options, you choose to lower yourself into the chair Professor Cumberbatch had waiting for you, pulling your coat from its back to cover yourself up slightly.
“No need to cloak yourself for me, darling. You look absolutely stunning in that dress.” Hiddleston says, giving you a fat wink.
“That’s your student you’re talking about, Tom.” His colleague replies firmly.
“Yours too Ben, or did that slip your mind for a second?”
The expression on both men's faces couldn’t have been more different. Hiddleston is still grinning and looks as amused as ever, while Cumberbatch looks stern with his furrowed brow. The small office is very full with the three of you. The lingering tension makes it feel stuffed.
“Now what exactly was I interrupting here?” Hiddleston asks.
“We were discussing Miss Major’s research proposal for her Language and Media class.”
The men are still looking each other dead in the eye.
“Were you then? And what is it about?”
“The role of the media in upholding traditional gender norms.”
“And she was just giving you a visual representation of women’s perceived subordinance to their male counterparts?” Professor Hiddleston’s look has changed from amused to something more dangerous, almost daring your other professor to come out of his cage and attack.
“Careful now, Tom.” Professor Cumberbatch says in a low voice. “Are you implying that one of your most clever students is beneath you because of the way she chooses to dress?”
One of his most clever students? This is news to you. You, however, wisely decide to take the indirect complement in silence.
“I think she’s perfectly capable of deciding who she’ll get beneath herself.” Hiddleston smirks.
At this your ears peak up and your breath hitches in your throat.
“I’m sorry to have bothered the both of you. Good luck on your paper, Miss Major. I look forward to seeing you in class again.” Professor Hiddleston decides to break the tension and nods at you. He hands Professor Cumberbatch a stack of papers. “The study results from this afternoon, thought you’d like to take a look at them.”
Professor Hiddleston swiftly turns on his heel and exits the office, closing the door behind him. Leaving you and Professor Cumberbatch behind in stunned silence.
The professor gathers himself again and looks at you contritely.
“I apologise for Professor Hiddleston’s behaviour. It won’t happen again.” He says.
You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Then, smiling up at your professor, you say: “I thought you wouldn't apologise to me again.”
He gives you a smile back as he mimics a stern look. “Just this once.”
Without hesitation, he walks back behind his desk and sits down in his chair again, trading the stack of results for the sheet of paper that holds your research proposal.
“Now then.” He says. “Shall we discuss your proposal?”
~*~
“I’m not talking to you.” Maddie says as she dramatically throws herself onto your bed.
You snort. “There was absolutely nothing fun about the whole ordeal!”
“You had both of them in the same room, practically fighting over you?! I don’t know how I can ever speak to you again without dying of jealousy!” Maddie calls out.
“There’s nothing to be jealous about. Professor Hiddleston basically called me a slut right in front of my face!” You exclaim. “And I told Cumberbatch I wanted him to pin me to a wall. I have to see both of them again on Monday! I’ve never been so embarrassed in my fucking life!” You run both your hands over your face before dropping down next to Maddie.
“Well as I see it, you have two options. Either back off or buckle down.”
"Then it should be the first.”
"It definitely should be yeah…”
The two of you look each other in the eye, then both start grinning.
"Okay, so how would I buckle down? What do I do?” You say as you sit yourself on your knees on your bed.
Maddie hoists herself up as well and leans back against the headboard.
"I think we should focus on one at a time, so drop Hiddleston for now.” Maddie says.
You chuckle. "We? And am I dropping Hiddleston for my or for your benefit?"
“Yes, WE! I'm living vicariously through you, remember. And everything is in your best interest, of course.” Maddie laughs.
~*~
Monday morning has arrived and nervously you put on another daring outfit. It's not as out there as the others, but still sexy enough. This time, Maddie picked out a pair of jeans that hug your waist just right, combined with a low-cut red top. The right push-up bra really does do wonders for your boobs.
Walking into Professor Hiddleston’s lecture, you immediately feel his eyes on your figure. You know it's just a game for him. But then again, you like playing. You take a seat on the second row together with your friends.
Liam is on your right, Chris on your left. Both guys seem to have trouble looking into your eyes this morning, as they keep looking down at your cleavage. You raise your arms above your head to stretch out, pushing your chest forward more than you need to. The two guys both take advantage of the moment to glance at you from the corner of their eyes. Professor Hiddleston also looks at you (as you intended). When his eyes meet yours, you grin at him and give him an exaggerated wink. You'll focus on Professor Cumberbatch for sure, but it's still fun to tease Professor Hiddleston.
One and a half hours and quite some stolen glances between you and your professor later, you are ready to exchange the lecture hall for the campus cafe. Your friends don't have any other lectures today, which leaves you to your own devices. To your delight, you find Professor Cumberbatch sitting at a small table in the lonely corner of the cafe, seemingly reading some student's work as he sips on his coffee.
The barista takes your order. Normally you'd opt for a cappuccino, but today you order a latte macchiato with whipped cream on top. You make sure to sit down at the table next to your professor, facing him directly. He notices your presence and looks at you from behind the paper he's holding. You treat him to your most delightful smile, looking up at him through your lashes. In return, he gives you only a small nod of acknowledgement before returning to his work.
When the barista places the latte in front of you, your professor looks up from his paper again. You're still smiling at him as he looks at you quizzically. You wink at him, then dip your index finger into the whipped cream. He watches you as you bring your finger to your lips, scooping the cream into your mouth. You slowly suck the cream off your fingertip as you look him dead in the eye. The professor’s eyes grow wide as he looks at the spectacle before him, then narrow as he catches your gaze. He clenches his jaw and glowers at you as his grip on the paper tightens. You're not stopping now though, so you repeat the action. His eyes burn into yours as he looks at you sternly and slightly shakes his head ‘no’.
Feeling spurred on by his visible annoyance, you again dip your finger in the whipped cream. You stop a bit before your mouth now though, turning your finger sideways, dropping the cream on your sternum. Your facial expression feigns annoyance at your clumsiness. The melting substance travels down into your shirt, straight into your cleavage. His eyes follow the cream down, but then quickly chase the index and middle finger you stick between your boobs, run up your chest and eventually reach your mouth. This time, you stick both fingers into your mouth up to your second knuckle, taking your time as you gently slide them out of your mouth again. You delicately brush your thumb over your lower lip as if to clean it, then smile at him with the most innocent doe eyes you can muster. He stares into your eyes with an expression you've not yet seen on his face, and you don't dare look away now.
He finally breaks eye contact to look down at his phone, typing something before drinking his last sip of coffee and packing his stuff. You watch him tentatively as he moves, somewhat disappointed to see him get distracted by his phone and leave.
The professor stands up and looks down on you, his breath heavy. He towers over you, and for a moment you’re afraid you’ve gone too far. That he'll tell you off right here and now. He looks you up and down, then meets your gaze.
“I'll see you in a bit, Miss Major." He says in a husky voice before turning around to leave.
As he walks towards the door, with you staring at his back, he makes a show of lifting his phone and tapping the screen with his thumb. Immediately, your own phone buzzes on the table. You eagerly grab your phone and your eyes widen as you read the email that pops up.
Miss Major,
Stay behind after the lecture this afternoon. We have something to discuss. I think you could use some of my experience in the matter.
PS: I think it's best you'd call me ‘sir’.
Professor Cumberbatch
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A/N: I had a lot of fun with this one! Special thanks to my friend Weeps for beta reading.
