No I actually intertwine my toes on both feet with theirs until we spin really fast and fly away into the cosmos to the great fairy fountain theme š
You hear the sharp sound of Lokiās footsteps on the atrium floor roughly twenty minutes after slipping the note undetected into his coat pocket.Ā
āYouāre too chicken to fuck me in public,ā you had scrawled across the yellow TVA issued notepaper, feeling a heat begin to form between your thighs with each stroke of your pen.Ā
Was he too chicken, though? You arenāt sure what you and Loki are exactly, but heaven help you youāre enjoying the secret trysts in broom cupboards and bathrooms. Itās what spawned the idea to write him the note - the fact that all your hook ups have been in secret away from prying eyes.Ā
It was meant to do nothing but tease him, to poke the proverbial bear, but with how quickly and forcefully his footsteps are approaching from behind, you fear you may have flown too close to the sun.
Your heart begins to thump wildly in your chest with each step he takes, and you lose track of what the analysts huddled around you are discussing. Vaguely, you catch snippets of their concern over yet another variant causing havoc on the Sacred Timeline, but their voices fade to a faint drone when the familiar scent of cinnamon and patchouli wraps around you.Ā
Each quiet inhale of his scent sends an addictive giddiness zipping through your veins. You imagine him slipping his hands in his pockets and feeling the sharp edges of the note - had he just stepped through the Time Door on another assignment with Mobius? Or had he only found it while they were already in the field? How long has he been stewing over that single, teasing sentence and assembling, to him, a suitable consequence?
It has you fighting not to squeeze your thighs together where you stand.
āTerribly sorry!ā That familiar, smooth voice rolls over you only seconds later, and you feel two firm hands grip your shoulders. āIām afraid I have a very pressing issue that requires one of the best minds in the TVA! Iāll have her back in a jiffy!ā
Before you can even draw breath to object Lokiās fingers are curling possessively around your upper arm. His pace is frantic as he steers you through Chrono Bay Three, so much so that it really does look like the future of the TVA rests on your shoulders.Ā
You know different, though.Ā
You know that, beside you, is a man with enough pent up sexual energy to power a small town.Ā
Itās exhilarating to see what you do to him. From your place at his side, you can see the tense way heās holding that strong jaw; you can see how his free hand is curled into a half fist, and you can feel the flex of his fingers through the material of your shirt like heās itching to get his hands on your bare skin.Ā
Again.Ā
āSo, whatās this pressing issue that requires my brilliant mind?ā you tease him as he continues to pull you through the deserted atrium. āAre the threads of time disintegrating as we speak? Has Miss Minutes gone rogue?āĀ
You swear that the corner of his mouth quirks, just a little bit, and, for a second, all you want to do is make him laugh.Ā
Lokiās pace doesnāt falter even for a second as he keeps weaving you both through the intricate halls of the TVA, but he turns briefly to flash you that devilish grin. āDo you really wish to do this, darling? After that little stunt you just pulled?ā
Something lurches to life in your stomach, but you forcibly will it down. This is all just a little bit of fun, really. A little bit of excitement in the otherwise boring days of being an analyst. What better way to liven things up than with this man with those beautiful green eyes and theā¦
No.
Not this time.Ā
Youāre, ironically, saved from any further traitorous thoughts by the very subject of them. Loki comes to an almost comical stop beside that ridiculous āminimise chat in the cafeteria pleaseā sign thatās become a favoured inside joke between you and Mobius, in large part due to the weary sigh it garners from Loki. He throws a casual glance at the handful of other agents milling around - none of whom seem remotely interested in either of you - and yanks you through a door with a sign that reads āAuthorised Personnel Only.ā
Although the corridor heās pulled you into looks just like every other corridor in the labyrinth of the TVA, you recognise this as one youāre not overly familiar with. Does this one lead to Repairs and Advancement? Or is this the shorter route to the Automat? You arenāt sure.Ā
What you are sure of is that it isnāt very wide.Ā
You turn to face Loki as the door snaps shut. Even under the harsh yellow lights running overhead, he still manages to look every inch the handsome god that he is. Itās both infuriating and exhilarating.Ā
āA stunt?ā you whisper with feigned disbelief. āWho would dare to try the God of Mischief?ā
Loki takes two steps to the side so heās standing directly in front of you at what counts as the āother sideā of the corridor. One hand is deep in his trouser pocket while the other rises from his side. Between two elegant fingers sits your little note. āCare to explain?ā
An impish smile curls across your face in tandem with your heart beginning to thump wildly in your chest. āOh, that! I meant to slip that to the new Minuteman this morning. You know, the tall one with the blonde hair? Whoops.ā
The god in front of you doesnāt smile. Instead, he inhales slowly, deeply, and locks those hypnotising green eyes with yours. āI thought we had addressed this little issue last week? Do I need to put you over my knee again?ā
You swallow silently and make a valent effort to ignore the heat thatās rising to a crescendo between your thighs. The last time Loki had held you over his knee you hadnāt been able to sit comfortably for three days. It hadnāt been the first time and you pray it wonāt be the last.Ā
āDonāt threaten me with a good time, Your Highness.ā You smirk at him, knowing how much he loves this.
The quirk of his lip is barely perceptible, blink and you would have missed it. He takes two silent steps forward, closing the remaining distance until heās looming over you. Heās so deliciously close that you could easily get drunk on the scent of him and on the mix of mischief, desire and lust thatās swirling in those pretty green eyes.Ā
A lavender haze of raw arousal has settled around you like a blanket, twisting tighter and tighter with each second Loki stays silent. His lips are quirked in a half smirk that makes you desperate to know whatās going on in that devilish mind of his, to know what concoction of pleasure and pain heās cooked up to make you pay for your brattiness.Ā
Itās foolish, though, to think youāll ever be able to guess his next move.Ā
You become overly aware of the wall at your back when he reaches out a thumb and forefinger to grip your chin. Itās a soft touch, but thereās no denying the jolt of electricity that rushes through every vein and pore.Ā
Because thatās what Loki is; heās electrifying.Ā
āOn your knees, Agent. Now.ā His voice rolls over you low and smooth, but thereās a clear undertone of dominance flowing beneath each word.Ā
A thrill of excitement shoots along your spine, but it leaves something else in its wake. Something that feels oddly like nerves.Ā
āHere?ā you question him, turning panicked eyes to the rows of doors lining both sides of the corridors. āButā¦Loki, there are people here!ā
Loki answers you with a raising of his brow. āOh, I do beg your pardon. Perhaps youāre too chicken to be fucked in public?ā He throws your own taunt back at you.Ā
Something in you bristles and you curse your nervous outburst. He has quite enough to hold over your head. āYou wish. I do this all the time,ā you lie.Ā
His face is impossible to read. āThen why am I waiting? On your knees.āĀ
He expects you to obey and the threat of what will happen if you donāt hangs heavily in the air. Normally, youād want to keep pushing his buttons to see just how far you could push him, your ass be damned, but youāre so completely under his spell that you fall to your knees after only half a second of defiance.Ā
A satisfied smirk curls across Lokiās face. āThere. See how much easier it is when you obey, sweet girl?ā he purrs, using those sinfully long fingers to tuck some hair behind your ears.Ā
āDonāt get used to it,ā you shoot back before you can help yourself.Ā
Lokiās answering laughter is short but genuine. āI wouldnāt be so foolish.āĀ
His hand curling around your skull is a sign that the talking is over. He holds you there firmly in place while his other hand works at the belt and zipper of his trousers. In several seamless movements, he frees himself from the black boxers heās wearing underneath, and you feel the slightest pressure on the back of your head as he pushes it forward.
āOpen,ā Loki orders, curling a hand around his cock and guiding it to your lips.Ā
They part obediently and he wastes no time in feeding you his cock inch by inch. Itās becoming familiar to you now - the taste of him on your tongue and the musky scent that quickly wraps around you - and yoiāve done this enough times before to know how much he loves when you run the tip of your tongue along the underside of his cock.Ā
As expected, youāre rewarded with a soft moan and the feel of his fingers flexing in your hair. It only serves to embolden you.Ā
Lokiās eyes drift closed as he savours the warm wetness of your mouth around him, and you take the opportunity to take as much of him as you can into your mouth, refusing to stop until the tip of his cock slips down your throat. With teary eyes you hold it as long as you can until you feel your throat start to convulse with the need for air. Only then do you pull back off him until just the tip rests between your lips.Ā
āFuck! You divine creature!ā Loki rasps out, curling his hand even tighter in your hair. āKeep going! Thatās my good girl.āĀ
You eagerly obey.Ā
Ignoring the ache thatās beginning in your knees and the quiet hum of voices from behind several of the doors, you focus your attention solely on getting this man off. You do everything that you know he loves - you swirl your tongue hungrily around his tip and lick the aching length of him until his hand flies out to slam into the wall with a groan.Ā
āFaster !ā he grunts, and when you peer up at him, you see him slowly coming apart piece by piece.Ā
That beautiful face is contorted in pleasure and several black curls have fallen haphardly around his shoulders. Heās panting and moaning like a whore, causing your eyes to dart frantically back and forth between him and the doors behind.
But itās no longer fear thatās pumping through your blood. Itās raw, hot arousal.Ā
Loki wonāt last much longer, but just when you begin to drive him towards release, he pulls his cock free from between your lips.Ā āEnough,ā he says huskily. āOn your feet.āĀ
Shakily, and with Lokiās help, you climb to your feet, but you barely have a second to appreciate the relief before his lips crash against yours. His kiss is hungry and dominating and, at the same time his tongue slips into your mouth, a hand is pulling your leg around his waist and pushing the brown material of your skirt around your hips.
āTell me you were wrong,ā he pants, hot and heavy against your lips. āSay it.ā
āIā¦I was wrong,ā you say as his skilled hands make short work of your underwear.Ā
āYes. You were,ā Loki taunts, āand Iām going to show you just how wrong right here in this corridor.ā
One long finger begins to circle your clit at the same time the blunt head of his cock presses against your soaked cunt. Youāre aching for him - you have been since the last time he had pulled you into Time Theatre Four - but Loki only slides his cock through your wetness.
āFucking hell!ā you whimper, reaching out to grab his shoulder through the thick material of his pea coat. āLoki, enough. Just fuck me, please!āĀ
You see a flash of white teeth before he rolls his hips, sinking his cock into you in one smooth thrust. Itās been so long since heās filled you that a shameless moan slips from your lips before you can stop it and echoes down the empty hallway.Ā
You snap your mouth closed and look to Loki with panicked eyes, but he only gives you that infuriating smirk. āI hope you can be sufficiently quiet, little mouse. Weāre in quite the compromising situation.ā
āFuck you,ā you murmur, but press down on his ass with your foot to coax him into moving.Ā
Loki chuckles and thrusts into you once more, forcing you to bite your cheek to stop from crying out. āYou do have such a way with words.ā
His fingers stay at your clit as he thrusts his cock into you over and over. Itās enough to send you dizzy and you grip his shoulders for dear life, but itās impossible not to let them drift into his curls. Theyāre soft and silken between your fingers - like they always are - and youāre rewarded with the same deep groan when you twist them around your finger and tug.Ā
Itās something you accidentally discovered that night Loki had taken you on top of one of the desks in the library - he enjoys having his hair pulled. Itās a small slice of knowledge that you filed away, and it only made you eager to discover what other filth this man got off on.Ā
Loki, it seems, is just as kinky as you are.Ā
āHow is itā¦that you feel betterā¦every time?ā he pants and slams into you with such force that you canāt swallow your cry of pleasure.Ā
āJust part of my charm,ā you answer on a single breath, though itās a breath thatās quickly lost to you as Loki increases the pressure on your swollen clit.Ā
He builds you up expertly, and the tiny ripples of pleasure that begin to ripple in your core are like no other. Whatever this thing is between you and Loki, itās ruined you for anyone else.Ā
Each thrust of his cock has the edge crest ever closer, and every pant and groan that escapes his lips has you clenching down harder around him.Ā
But itās right when you feel the first swells of your orgasm that the scraping of chairs begins behind a door only a few feet away.Ā
You look to Loki wildly, but the asshole only waggles his eyebrows at you. āIād say you have about two minutes to cum, Agent,ā he whispers wickedly in your ear.Ā
You whine and tug him closer, willing your orgasm to wash over you before the door opens. Youāre too pent up, too desperate to be left dangling on the edge today.
āOne minute,ā Loki taunts, though itās questionable if heāll last that long.
Maybe itās from how relentlessly heās fucking you and the gloriously filthy way heās grunting in your ear, or maybe itās due to the exhilarating thought of being caught fucking this god in an open corridor, but your orgasm tears through you only seconds later, drowning you in a pleasure so intense that you bury your face in Lokiās shoulder to stop from crying out.Ā
Itās white hot and steals the breath from your lungs. You feel it from the very tips of your fingers to the tips of your toes. Itās a neverending tsunami that you would happily drown beneath again and again.Ā
Loki spills inside you moments later, panting your name and cupping your ass to keep you as close to him as physically possible. Itās a release so blinding that it leaves your ears ringing and your heart hammering in your chest, and youāve barely come down off your high when your leg falls from Lokiās waist back to the ground.Ā
The afterglow of release settles around you like a pink cloud. Your chest is heaving as you stand boneless against the wall on shaky legs. Itās beyond you how theyāre still supporting you in the wake of a climax so powerful that itās robbed you of your ability to speak or to form a coherent thought.Ā
Though you arenāt sure if the feeling of relief is from the explosive orgasm heās just given you or the fact that you managed to reach it before being caught.Ā
Your eyes drift lazily to Loki. Heās standing before you infuriatingly proud smirk as he tucks himself away and straightens the brown pea coat that youāve nearly clawed off his shoulders. It only grows when he reaches out to straighten your skirt down just as a door opens several feet down the corridor.Ā
He takes a few steps backward to begin melting into the small crowd that emerges from within, but not without sticking his hands in his pockets and giving you a filthy wink. āUntil next time, Agent.ā
Vampirism is such slut behavior. Oh ur immortal and you bite people to stay alive? U literally suck people to not die? Ur a ācreature of the nightā? U have fangs? Slut. Bite me.
Me remembering to check on my favorite fic only to see the account is gonešš I hope theyāre okay. But now Iāll die not knowing what happens in the ficš¤