Some Blackfrost birthday smut for the amazing Blackfrostshenanigans on her birthday! :D <3
“Is the blindfold really necessary?” Natasha asked as she gripped Loki’s cool hand.
“This is to be a surprise, so yes.” Loki began to walk and Natasha’s stride soon matched with his.
“I already know you’re taking me to my birthday present.” She heard her apartment’s door open as they left and Loki stopped to chuckle. “What restaurant are we going to?” she prodded as she heard Loki fumble with a set of keys before locking the door behind him.
“Am I taking you to dinner, Ms. Romanoff?” He readjusted the silk blindfold hiding her eyes to ensure that there was no way she could peek.
Natasha shrugged as his delicate fingers grazed her neck. “It’s after five,” she mused. “Don’t you want to have a private dinner with me before the guys throw me a surprise party later?”
“There is absolutely no surprising you, is there?” Loki began to click his tongue. Natasha flashed him a confident smirk. “Well, tonight will be the night that you are taken aback,” he promised.
The corners of the redhead’s lips fell. “You’re not proposing, are you?” Their relationship of six months and counting had Natasha nowhere near the idea of marriage.
Loki leaned in to peck her cheek. “Perhaps that will be saved for another day, my darling. Tonight, I will show you something you have never seen before…”
“Stark’s gonna stay sober at the party?”
Loki chuckled and took her hands in his. “Better.”
Natasha began thinking of a wittier comeback, but she felt the air around her shift as Loki’s grasp tightened. Teleportation. He really wanted to keep this a surprise. Natasha pursed her lips as the rush of wind surrounding her faded and the air stilled. Silence.
Loki watched the assassin chew on her lower lip as she stood in thought. “No guesses?”
She paused and inhaled the scent of old books mingled with burning candles and flowers.
Loki reached around her head to pull at the blindfold. “Are you ready?” he whispered into her ear.
“Surprise me.” The strip of fabric blocking her vision fell to the floor and Loki stepped to the side to finally unveil the full treat.
The only light in the room was from that of the floating candles that levitated around a bed adorned with rose petals. Natasha snorted with laughter as the sight reminded her of some cheesy romance novel.
“Is this your way of thanking me?” Loki furrowed his brows as he summoned a bottle of wine into his hand. “Mocking laughter?”
“No.” Natasha turned to him and smiled. “I think it’s sweet. Sappy, but it’s you,” she added, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “I’ve never seen your bedroom before,” her husky voice murmured.
“I never said this was my bedroom,” he teased.
Natasha looked over her shoulder towards a wall lined with books. “That’s the giveaway.”
“Well, you are correct.” Loki escorted her towards the bed and summoned two wine glasses.
“And you managed to surprise me.”
“A toast, then?” Loki handed Natasha the glasses as he popped the cork off the bottle. Natasha nodded as he poured their glasses. “To my stunning and clever birthday girl.”
Natasha gladly drank to that. After several small sips of the sweet drink, she began to pace around the room. She passed Loki’s bookshelf and let her fingers graze along a row of leather spines. “I’m curious about something,” she announced.
“Yes?” Loki eagerly watched her.
She turned her head towards a set of mahogany doors. “The room is yours, but what about everything outside those doors?” Loki was quiet as he sipped his wine. “Still living with your parents? That’s fine.”
“I find nothing shameful about it,” he finally answered.
“Do they know I’m here?” Natasha had yet to meet the king and Queen. She was Loki’s secret, and she was perfectly fine with that.
Natasha made her way towards the bed and set her half-empty glass on the nightstand. “You better hope they don’t hear us, then.”
Loki perked up as she kicked her boots off, followed by the removal of her leather jacket.
“Lucky for you, I was expecting birthday sex,” she continued as she lifted her shirt over her head. “So I remembered your favourite…” She threw her shirt aside and crawled towards Loki wearing nothing but jeans and a green bra decorated with black lace.
“How considerate.” Loki set aside his glass and let his hands cup her ample mounds. “I do adore seeing you in green,” he commented, letting his thumbs trace along the silky emerald fabric.
Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck and forcefully kissed his mouth.
Loki hummed in approval and wasted no time in accompanying her on the bed. He lowered his hips and began massaging them against hers.
A soft moan escaped Natasha’s lips as she felt a familiar bulge rub against her core. “Off,” she groaned. “Everything off.”
Loki obeyed and magically did away with all but Natasha’s matching bra and underwear.
A shiver ran up her spine once she felt his bare skin touching hers. Not once did the god fail to ignite a flare of excitement within her. She buried her fingers into his hair and beamed as his hand reached between their bodies to tug at her panties. “Fuck me!” she ordered.
“If that is what my birthday girl desires…” The god licked his lips as he made her underwear vanish. “She will get whatever her heart wishes.” He parted her slick folds with a finger and reveled in her hiss of pleasure.
“You,” she whined as he teased her clit. “Just you.”
Her voice was heavy with need and Loki could no longer control his arousal for her. “My Natasha,” he possessively growled. The god grabbed her hips as he made their bodies one in a delicate thrust.
Natasha arched her back, helping him fill her as she silently cried out. “Yes!” she gasped as his member stretched her. “Loki!” The god’s hips picked up a steady rhythm as he bucked into her. Natasha’s nails buried into his back as she begged for him to go faster, harder. Loki listened, obeying his darling’s wishes. Natasha began whimpering his name, but as the pressure of her orgasm built, her words faltered into a series of desperate panting.
“Natasha,” Loki moaned, his lips near her ear. “My Natasha…”
She squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on how close she was and the feel of Loki’s cool breath in her ear.
Loki felt his own release nearing. “Come for me, Natasha,” he purred. “Come for me.”
Her nails continued to claw at his back. “Loki…” His thrusts deepened and Natasha felt the delicious friction of his body rub her clit.
“Natasha!” he moaned. “Come. Come!” he hissed.
She screamed aloud as her entire body shuddered. “Fu--” Her vision went black as Natasha fell into a sweet state of blissful release.
Loki’s ragged breathing mixed with hers and his limbs felt weak and heavy following his release.
“So good!” Natasha exhaled.
Loki chuckled and collapsed onto his side. “Don’t tell me that you have already been completely satisfied.”
“We’re nowhere near done,” she winked. “There’s still time to kill before my party,” she hinted. “But after that… I want to come back… Spend the night here with you.”
A wide smile spread across the trickster’s lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way!” He leaned in close for a gentle kiss. “Happy Birthday, Natasha.”