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Could you do a smut of president Loki and fem secretary reader?
Oh yeah... that can certainly be arranged ;)
Presidential Feast
President!Loki x Fem!Secretary!Reader
Description: Things are not all they appear to be in the office of the president's secretary. Though you work diligently at your desk, there is a certain someone who works even harder to get you to come undone completely from below.
A/N: I blacked out and when I woke up, there were two thousand words of Loki smut on my computer screen. Dunno how that happened. Fair warning, this is barely proofread. I'm just amazed I wrote this in one sitting LOL
Word Count: 2k
“...So, if there is any way I could speak to him directly…”
The saccharine smile wears at the corners of your lips. You’ve worn it for hours now, feigning pleasantries, signing papers, redirecting and avoiding pointless or dangerous questions from the press. You were excellent at keeping face, as it were, but even still…
This job was exhausting.
Maybe it was foolish of you to expect people to use their eyes. President Loki was clearly busy in his office, preoccupied as he leafed through stacks and stacks of backlogged paperwork. You could quite clearly see that through the door’s window. Apparently, most of your appointments, scheduled or otherwise, were incapable of seeing the commander in chief hard at work. Why else would they bother you ceaselessly for a chance to speak with him?
At least your superior had a soft spot for you. A new desk made from gorgeous stained mahogany sits before you, polished to almost a mirror-like shine. It feels sinful to rest your elbows upon it as you lean forward and prop your chin on your wrist.
Though, perhaps it’s not nearly so sinful as what happens beneath.
When the president had procured this desk for you, he ensured it was the best in all aspects. Naturally, this included a spacious, enclosed area for you to stretch your legs. The legroom truly was unparalleled and quite comfortable. If you wanted to, you could easily crouch down and fit underneath. After all, that’s exactly what Loki is doing right now.
While you explain for the billionth time today that the president is not available at present, gesturing to the clone that pantomimes reading documents the next room over, the real Loki kneels between your legs and bites softly at your inner thigh. His teeth drag bluntly over the sensitive skin before he sucks on it, marking you under the mini skirt he’s bunched up around your hips.
“He… he’s clearly quite busy--” You inhale sharply when his tongue laves over the dark bruises he’s created upon the canvas of your legs. The man standing in front of you eyes you curiously with an arched brow. Canines dig into your tongue to stifle the moan at the back of your throat. Loki’s breath is hot against your core through the fabric of your underwear. “--and I am not feeling terribly well. If you could just try again tomorrow--”
“I have been attempting to get a hold of him for three weeks now!” the man exclaims as his face grows red. “This policy needs his attention immediately!”
“Sir, if I might remind you, that is not how the American government works. You would be much better off addressing this with your representative in the House, and--ah-!”
With a hand over your mouth, you bite down on your index finger to muffle any further slip-ups. You can feel the smirk on Loki’s lips as they lead feather-light kisses closer and closer to your folds. Fingers curl into a white-knuckled fist as you grip the edge of your desk.
Thankfully, your current “client” is far too focused on his own agenda to pay attention to your strange behavior.
“That’s exactly why I’m here! I called and called, and I think they blocked my number--”
You barely hear what he’s saying even with his frantic gestures and waving his arms. The man is clearly quite animated about whatever it is he’s going on about. It’s hard to focus on that when your senses hone in on the dextrous fingers that hook in the waistband of your undergarments. It’s a bit difficult while you’re sitting down, but he manages to shimmy them down your hips without too much effort on your part.
Thankfully for you, this man seems more than content to ramble on about how important this proposal is and why it should be the first thing on the agenda. So much so that he begins pacing about the room as he talks.
And then Loki’s tongue flattens and paints a fat stripe through your folds. You’re so glad this guy is turned away from you when your eyes roll back and you clamp your hand over your mouth fully. That accursed, talented appendage zigzags and swirls, drawing patterns all along your slit but never quite high enough where you want it most. He drinks of your nectar, feasts on your essence. Your breath comes out in staggered gasps and your brows knit together.
“Are you even listening to me!?” the man practically shouts, startling you and pulling your attention away from the euphoria between your legs. “I swear, the government these days--!”
“Do you wish for me to deal with him, my dear?” you feel more than hear Loki’s words as he whispers them, his cheek pressed lazily against the plush of your thigh while his verdant green eyes gaze up at you. His lips glisten with your slick, and it makes your head spin with desire. It would be so tempting, so easy…
But you snap out of it and shake your head. No, you wish to do this yourself. It’s part of your job, after all, at least in a roundabout way. And if your intuition is correct, really all you’ll need to do is change your approach.
The real challenge is staying focused while Loki gets back to work lapping at your cunt.
“I understand your frustrations, sir,” you practically coo, removing your hand from your face and leaning forward. You bat your long, fake eyelashes up at him. His demeanor changes instantly and you see his shoulders relax. “I really am listening. You were just so passionate about it that I was taken aback.”
“You… yeah. You’re right. I’m sorry. It’s just such a serious matter, and no one is listening…” he bemoans.
“Such a mischievous little devil,” Loki purrs quietly. Your legs tremble on either side of his head with the effort it takes to keep yourself composed. “You’re playing this poor man like a fiddle, aren’t you? What a cruel mistress…” The nearly inaudible chortle rumbles through his lips and onto your dripping core. It sends a shudder through your entire body and prickles your skin.
You make a show of licking your lips before pinching the bottom one between the tips of your canines. Loki is right--you have this man absolutely captivated.
“Here, sweetheart,” you begin, sliding a sticky note towards him. “I’m sorry there’s nothing more I can do today, but that’s my personal cell. Give me a call tomorrow and I’ll see what I can do for you, okay?” It’s almost sickening putting on a show like this, but it might as well be your calling with how easily he buys it. He’s cradling the piece of paper in his hands like it’s some sort of holy artifact as he thanks you profusely and finally makes his exit from your office.
As soon as the door closes behind him, in fact, you finally exhale the breath you were holding with an airy whimper.
“Mm,” Loki moans into your folds. He rewards you with a flick of his tongue at your clit that leaves you digging your nails into the wood. “What a perfect succubus you make. Tell me…” he begins, teasing a finger at your entrance. “Who did that number belong to? I know you wouldn’t dare give such a lowly creature your actual information.”
“It’s--” You keen and bite your lip when his long finger slowly curls into you. “It was your--fuck--” Loki smiles devilishly as your hips buck into his hand. “--your brother’s cell.” Your cheeks flush and you laugh breathlessly. “I imagine that will be quite… quite the conversation tomorrow…”
An almost evil laugh thrums in his chest. “Gods, but I do love that wonderfully deviant mind of yours,” he praises as he begins thrusting the digit in and out. Kitten licks flutter against your sensitive bud, and your toes curl in your heels.
“And I--” you huff, moving instead to grip the more comfortable arms of your office chair, “I need more of that deviant tongue of yours,” you joke breathily.
He slides a second finger into you and begins pressing against the soft, spongy spot, grinning wickedly when he feels your thighs tense around him. “Making demands of your president? How terribly daring of you.”
Words are beginning to fail you even before his lips encircle your clit. Your chest heaves as you whimper with every breath. He sucks on that pleasurable little bud, timing every curl of his fingers with a practiced swipe of his tongue. Ecstasy builds and bubbles in your core, and you try so desperately to contain the sounds that threaten to spill from your lips. Even if no one is here right now, someone could walk in at any moment. That thought shouldn’t thrill you nearly as much as it does, and you feel Loki chuckle as he suckles on your clit.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he purrs. “The thrill, the danger, chasing such forbidden pleasures…” A low whine sounds in your throat as he continues. “I wonder… what would you do if someone were to discover you like this, in the throes of pleasure?” He slows his fingers, instead thrusting with purpose as your walls quiver around them. “Would you stop me?” He knows your answer when you mewl and tighten around him, but he asks anyway. “Or would the desire only intensify as you ride my tongue and desperately chase your release?”
“Loki, fuck--!” You’re so close, so desperately close, hanging off of the precipice as the pleasure below waits to consume you.
But his fingers still inside you, and the flicks of his tongue that punctuated his words cease entirely. The edge was right there, but now you feel it slipping away from your grasp as a mournful wail rings from you.
“That is President Loki to you,” he corrects you before busying his mouth by biting and sucking at the skin of your thighs. “You will address me properly if you want to continue indulging in this… deviant tongue of mine.”
Your breathing is ragged. Your nails are threatening to rip off the padding of your armrests. “P… President…” Your eyes nearly roll back when his fingers drag slowly through your velvety walls. It’s more, but it’s not enough. Your body trembles. “President Loki, please.”
Immediately you feel his fingers thrusting vigorously in and out of your soaked core. Your moaning returns in full force, potential visitors be damned.
“That’s it. You sound so terribly pretty when you beg for me,” he praises. His tongue finds your clit and swirls feverishly about the bud, and you feel all of the pleasure that had begun to fade return tenfold as you grind shamelessly onto his face. It’s a fire roaring in your belly that licks its flames outwards to tingle at your fingers and toes. Loki moans his own appreciation as he slurps and swallows, smacking lewdly as he drinks up everything you give him. The vibrations push you over the edge as you let out a silent scream, mouth agape as your thighs clamp around his head and you buck wildly against his tongue.
Your body slumps in your chair as you stare, dazed, off at nothing in particular. Your chest heaves with the effort of catching your breath. The orchestrator of your undoing merely smirks, licking delicate stripes up your sensitive folds that make you twitch and whimper from the overstimulation.
“What a beautiful mess you make,” he regards you as his tongue collects your essence from his lips. Before you have the chance to reply, to right yourself, he snaps his fingers and vanishes from his place beneath you.
Well, he doesn’t vanish completely.
No, instead he takes the place of his clone, and when your bliss induced stupor finally allows you to glance over through the window into his office, you see him smiling wickedly and patting his face gingerly with a handkerchief. Perfectly composed, as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred while you try desperately to recollect yourself from a mind shattering orgasm.
Pairing: President Loki x F. Reader x Congressman Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI. Misuse of power. I know this isn’t how the government works, how laws are passed, etc. Dub Con ish. Shadow Play. Bucky is often referred to as Mr. Barnes because he’s your boss.
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Tensions were high. President Loki is visiting Brooklyn today to meet with your boss, Congressman Bucky Barnes. Mr. Barnes has been working to get a new law passed. All his hard work has culminated in this moment. President Loki was finally here and ready to listen. As Mr. Barnes’s assistant, you had been instructed to be in the room during the meeting. You were to refill water and coffee cups, throw away any trash that accumulated during the meeting. You step inside, your nerves getting the best of you. President Loki wasn’t known for being a kind man. He had a bad reputation.
You spot him instantly, his green suit clinging to his broad back. His long black curls reaching his shoulders. President Loki turns to see who walked in the room. His bright blue eyes on you as he smirks. You smile politely as you refill everyone’s coffee cups. Mr. Barnes nods his approval as you do what was expected. You linger in the back of the room during the meeting, collecting the occasional empty cup or crumbled sheet of paper. When it’s finally over, Mr. Barnes calls you over. His grey suit fits so snuggly, you’re not sure how he doesn’t rip through the material with his muscular form. His long, dark hair is messy now from him running his fingers through it nervously during the meeting.
“Sir, you wanted to see me?” You ask cautiously as everyone leaves the room except for your boss and the president. Mr. Barnes nods. “This is President Loki. He expressed interest in meeting you. Said you could help him consider my idea for the new law.” Mr. Barnes gives you a look that tells you to just go along with it. You step closer and introduce yourself to the intimidating man who is now standing in front of you. “My, she is a pretty little thing.” President Loki observes, placing a finger under your chin making you meet his blue gaze. “You want to help your boss, correct?” He asks, his eyes darkening as he looks at you like he could devour you. You manage a nod, looking over at Mr. Barnes who is watching you expectantly. “Of course, I’d love to help.” You smile, still unsure where this is going. You weren’t lying though. Your boss has been working so hard. His ideas were great. He really did want what’s best for the people. You would do anything to help him.
President Loki grins. He’s a man who is used to always getting his way. The door to the conference room slams shut and locks with a flick of President Loki’s wrist. “Excellent. Prepare her for me, Barnes.” He commands in a low tone that sends shivers up your spine. Your boss steps forward. “Sorry about this, sweetheart.” Mr. Barnes steps forward, his metal arm grabbing the front of your dress and ripping it right down the middle. You stand looking between these two powerful men as your dress hits the floor. You’re left in your bra and panties feeling vulnerable. “Don’t just stand there, Barnes. I want her soaking wet for me.” Your boss searches your face for any sign of hesitation, but all he sees is surprise and lust.
He picks you up, placing you on the conference table. Papers scattering over the table top and falling to the floor in his haste. Mr. Barnes kisses your neck gently, making his way down to your collarbone, then to the tops of your breasts. He reaches behind you, unhooking your bra and slinging it to the floor. His lips tug at a peaked nipple while his cold metal fingers roll its twin between them. Your back arches off the table, fingers gripping his broad shoulders as he kisses his way down your stomach. He’s taking his time, pressing gentle kisses into your skin. He slowly peels your panties down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. He leans in kissing the inside of your thigh.
President Loki steps forward. “For fuck’s sake! I don’t want you to make love to her. I want you to get her ready for me, Barnes.” He growls, folding his large arms over his chest impatiently. Suddenly, two shadow figures shaped like President Loki come forward out of the wall. They come over to you, each holding one of your wrists above your head with one of their hands. President Loki rolls his eyes. “If you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” He says as he grabs the back of Mr. Barnes’s head. His long fingers tangling in your boss’s hair as he guides Bucky’s face between your legs. Mr. Barnes licks through your sticky arousal up to your clit. You whimper, moving your wrists to see how strong the shadow Loki’s hold is. They keep a firm grip on you holding your arms steady above your head.
President Loki presses your boss’s face into you even harder. His nose rubbing against the most sensitive part of you while his tongue dips inside, collecting your sweetness on his tongue. “Use your fingers.” President Loki instructs. Two cool metal fingers push inside you at the command, twisting at the same time your boss’s lips close around your clit sucking hard. You’re gushing on his fingers, wiggling around when the two Loki shadows use their free hands to play with your nipples. Your legs shake around Mr. Barnes’s head as President Loki continues to guide his head against you. Bucky is eating you like his political career depends on it, and it does. “Let me have a taste.” President Loki says, watching expectantly as Bucky removes his fingers from you and holds them up. Your slick juices coat his metal fingers, glistening under the bright lights in the conference room. President Loki keeps a steady hold on your boss’s head, as he leans down, taking the metal fingers in his mouth. You watch in awe as Loki’s tongue pokes out, lapping you off Mr. Barnes’s fingers. He hums his approval as he takes the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth, sucking your sweetness off them.
You’re dripping all over the table on whatever papers didn’t get moved in time from watching that alone. Bucky picks up his pace, licking and sucking at you until the band in your belly finally snaps. You struggle against your shadow Loki restraints as you come undone with a cry. President Loki lifts Bucky up by the collar of his suit and brings him in for a filthy kiss. His tongue swipes inside Bucky’s mouth, licking your remaining arousal from his mouth, sucking his tongue to get every last drop. He releases Mr. Barnes as his shadow selves drop your wrists. President Loki grabs you off the table, turning you around so your front is pressed against the table. He pushes inside you with a brutal thrust. The front of his suit rubs against your back as he rolls his hips, making each thrust count. You look over at your boss. One of the Shadow Loki’s is on his knees with your boss’s dick in his mouth. Mr. Barnes’s head is thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure.
The other Shadow Loki is watching from the corner. You clench around President Loki while watching your boss. President Loki’s grip on your hips tighten as his thrusts become more punishing. His strokes are brutal, hitting deep inside you while he chases his release. Suddenly the Shadow Loki that was watching is beside you. His thumb rubs tight circles against your clit while President Loki snaps his hips against you. You hear Mr. Barnes moan and look back over at him just in time for him to come down the throat of the Shadow Loki. You drip down your thighs as President Loki drives into you from behind, Shadow Loki’s thumb moving against your clit. It’s too much. Your body trembles as you come on President Loki’s cock, sending him over the edge with you. He spills inside you, then pulls out abruptly. The Shadow Loki’s are gone just as quickly as they appeared. Your boss catches his breath in the corner while President Loki tucks himself back into his pants. “Well Barnes, congratulations on getting your law passed.” His smile is cocky as he saunters out of the conference room leaving you and your boss wrecked.
