Music to Your Ears - Loki x reader
Summary: Loki, your roommate has made it his mission in life to torture you, often by playing music at the worst time. Today you've had enough. author! roommate! Loki
Warnings: minors dni, smut, hair pulling, oral sex both male and female receiving, vaginal sex, desk sex, dom/sub vibes, color system (no usage of yellow or red), creampie (wrap it before you tap it if you're not on birth control), light spanking, biting (?)
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A/N: Hi, hope you're having a lovely day/night xx
word count: 5324
You had liked classical music, initially, you really had. Until you heard it blasting from your roommate's room at all times but the daytime. It was driving you insane.
You had also come to the conclusion that Loki, who was quite wealthy either way, through his work as a coveted author or through his family name, adopted or not, had only looked for a roommate because he had been bored. Loki had clearly just been in need of someone to torture with his mere presence, his bank account being able to cover your rent on tight months multiple times while only asking for 1/3 of the rent for your maybe not so humble abode in the first place. But the deal was too good to turn down or move out. Plus, when Loki didn't open his mouth, he was exceptionally nice to look at.
Your eyes snapped up as you sat in the kitchen, a perfect view to the entrances to both of your rooms.
Speak of the devil.
"Oh wow, would you look at that? The night owl graces me with his presence during the day time, what a marvel to look at," you snickered and the raven haired man with luscious locks gave you a passing glance, raising his eyebrows as he moved from the door leading to his room to the cabinets and the fridge, beginning to fix himself a bowl of Froot Loops in your shared kitchen.
"Would you mind making me a coffee, dear?" he asked quietly, not even turning to face you.
You raised an eyebrow at the plane expanse of his back, covered like always by an expensive dress shirt that matched his slacks. "Would you mind letting me sleep tonight?" you retaliated.
His mouth quickly drew into a smirk as he moved to sit down at the table and replied, "thanks for asking, yes I would mind. But if you make me your lovely coffee, it can be up to you how I shall keep you awake."
His hand looked so delicate and pretty when he held the spoon, you nearly forgot he'd been taunting you. You shook your head at him, masking the slight shiver that rolled down your body at his empty threats with getting up from your chair.
You moved over to the coffee maker reluctantly, the coffee maker he had purchased only after you had moved in telling him about your side job as a barista while you were finishing your masters degree. You had never once seen him use the machine himself and you'd honestly be surprised if he even knew which button he had to push.
You turned on the machine, knowing that despite his teasing, he would work with (around) your set condition, probably playing his music way too loud the following morning instead of at night. He claimed it helped him with his creative process but you were sure he only did it to spite you. What joy he had found in annoying you to the point of anger was beyond you.
You took a mug, the pink flowery one that read "asshole" in pretty, cursive lettering that you'd gotten him for his last birthday, from the shelf and gathered the various ingredients from the fridge to pour into the mug.
Unlike what one might assume from Loki's, well, everything, from his mostly business attire closet to his slightly concerning blade collection, he liked his coffee not black, but actually quite sugary.
Caramel syrup collected on the bottom of the mug before you put in the coffee pod and started the procedure. Loki always complained that he could never get coffee anywhere quite like you made it and you were not about to give your secrets away. You quite enjoyed annoying the man named so fittingly after the trickster god back every now and then.
He gave you a grateful nod once you slid the mug across the table towards him, an actual 'thank you' wasn't quite his style.
And then his eyes raised up to meet your face for the first time. Well, for a second at least, because he was quickly busying himself with letting his eyes wander over your entire figure clad in your sleep shirt and sleep shorts still, but according to Loki's interested reaction, that didn't matter all that much. And you tried to ignore how it made your skin prickle.
"How's your writing going?" you broke the silence and effectively stopped Loki from continuing to check you out, his eyes snapping back to yours.
"Coming along swimmingly," he replied with a proud smile, always happy to talk about his work, "I shall be done with the first draft by next month."
"That's good to hear," you said, turning around to fix yourself your favorite beverage and breakfast, too, before you quipped, "then maybe I'll finally have some peace around here."
Loki chuckled delightedly, "with me?" he leaned forward over the table on his elbows, his green eyes sparkling and you leaned forward, too. You weren't intimidated by his antics in the least, you'd already put up with probably too much from him to be surprised or afraid.
A finger tapped on your chin before he grasped it in between two of his fingers, his eyes suspiciously looking down at your mouth. Loki's voice was smooth as his eyes shot back up to yours with a smirk and he told you, "with me, my pet, you'll never find peace again."
He let go of you then, and you shook your head and licked your lips suggestively. "I am counting on it," you said.
Loki was scanning your face as if he had already anticipated that reply and he decided to wink at you and give you a very obvious once over before he scooped up the last bit of his cereal and took his mug, saying, "unfortunately, my work is calling me, my sweet."
You thought that it was absolutely infuriating to live with him, because the moment he closed his door behind him, he forced you to listen to "Reverie" on a volume that simply was not made for a nice and quiet Saturday morning. Unfortunately, though, his teasing was also absolutely enticing and riveting. There was nothing quite like your roommate, you were sure of that.
You knocked on his door, twice, with no reply. Chances were he couldn't hear you anyway and you sighed.
You opened the door to his room. You had almost never been in this room before, you'd usually not even see it from afar. It had always been a sort of silent agreement that neither one of you snooped through the other's belongings or came into the other's room unasked, but you tended to be a lot more liberal about leaving your door open than him.
It looked comfortable. The nice emerald green on his walls contrasted his dark furniture, the coffee mug placed on the nightstand one desk chair roll away from him, and far more plants than you'd ever imagined Loki willing to take care of were sprawled across his room. His desk, the most prominent feature besides his bed, was pretty accessible and right in front of you now, only connecting to the pretty walls by the shorter right side, the light from the window illuminating him.
His eyes met yours in surprise as he looked up from his laptop at you.
Yes, you'd noticed that you seemed to be the only person who could ever surprise Loki Laufeyson.
"Hello, pet, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked smugly.
"Obviously," you yelled over the loud music. "Could you please keep the music down? I thought we'd had a moment in the kitchen?" you pointed back to the kitchen before you crossed your arms in front of your chest.
"Oh, we had a wonderful time in the kitchen, my darling," he grinned and turned down the volume to a low hum, "and if you really want the music gone I could think of a couple of things you could do about it."
You rolled your eyes at his implication, even if it wasn't something you'd be opposed to if he had been serious. He looked like a literal good, the first couple buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, and you could only imagine he fucked like one, too.
"You're disgusting," you replied.
"Oh, don't be like that," Loki teased, closing his laptop and putting it away. He walked around the desk to stand in front of you, your back turned to his desk, "you love every second of my teasing."
You looked at him impatiently, knowing fully well that he had another snake up his sleeve.
You were proven right when he leaned in closer, crowding you in, his green eyes set on your lips as he proceeded to say, "and I bet you'd love another kind of my teasing even more." He gave you a taunting look, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked down at you waiting for your response.
"Loki, you're never going to take me to bed," you laughed, although your voice wavered slightly at the image his words had conjured up in your mind.
"It doesn't have to be a bed, darling," he smirked, "I could think of at least ten more exciting ideas than a bed in this very apartment."
"And I'm sure you've imagined every single one of them," you said leaning back against his desk and letting your eyes wander across his frame.
"You know me so well," he smirked.
You raised an eyebrow, "well, then I'll leave you to it so you can imagine it while jerking off. I'm sure our conversation," you gave him a heated look, "has been very stimulating for you." You went to stand but Loki put his hands down on his desk on either side of your body caging you in.
"Oh, I'm sure I'm not the only one who is aroused by our conversations," he said leaning in slightly, making you aware that even with his body angled down to meet your eyes better, he was still taller than you. And his smell was way too enticing for your own good. Loki licked his lips to form his next words and you nearly forgot how to breathe, "You'd be the most gorgeous creature on the planet, kneeling for me."
One of his hands left the desk to give you an out if he was making you uncomfortable or did something you didn't want to be part of. Somehow, somewhere you did want to be part of this, though. Very much so. You were strung high with his proximity, the smell of bourbon and cinnamon, and the knowledge that Loki was probably the least predictable person to be in this position with, left you wanting to see what he would do next.
Loki continued talking, "your pretty eyes would look so beautiful watering with tears as you -" he said, trying to find your breaking point, how far you'd let him go.
Your eyes sparkled with a sudden idea and Loki was actually taken aback.
Your lip slowly drew up into a smirk.
"Oh no, what are you thinking of, you little devil?" he asked, sounding more intrigued than scared despite how his pretty eyes seemed to gape at you.
You laughed as your eyes wandered over his broad chest and further down, the same way Loki's always did when he decided to be annoying. Then you put your hands on his chest and you could hear him swallow as you smirked suggestively at him, making your ego swell.
And then you pushed him back making yourself some space. You let yourself fall to your knees in front of him. You were still kind of messing with him, but the moment you looked up at him you weren't so opposed to follow his instructions for real. He looked absolutely beautiful, shocked and turned on as he was.
"You mean like this?" you asked innocently, giving him your best doe eyes.
Loki didn't respond, his hands balling into fists next to him, presumably in order to not take things to far with your 'joke'. He just looked down at you, trying to burn the image of you on your knees for him into his brain.
"You can say stop at any time and I'll back off immediately, honey," you said quietly and looked him in the eyes, noticing how they glazed over as he tried to restrain himself and swallowed hard. But you weren't really joking anymore. He looked absolutely ethereal like this and hadn't even done anything yet; what would he be like if he gave in?
Your hands moved to his body, spreading out on his lower abs and really slowly, your fingers grazed the waistband of his pants, and you took note of the bulge forming in his slacks in front of you. You reached for the belt buckle, making sure to keep eye contact and realization dawned on him; this was no longer a test of who would back out first, this was an actual offer.
"If you're doing what I think you are doing, you have absolutely free reign." His voice was laced with something darker than you were used to from him and you didn't give yourself any more time to ponder. The two of you had been dancing around each other for forever. It was time.
Slowly, you guided his belt out of its loops and unzipped his pants. Loki swallowed. This was actually happening, neither one of you seemed to plan on backing out. He moaned a lot louder than you had expected when you reached inside of his boxers and gently pulled out his velvety smooth cock from his pants.
You smiled up at him innocently, "take off your shirt for me, Loki. I want to see you."
He followed suit almost hastily. Loki looked gorgeous, his smooth alabaster skin gleaming in the daylight as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. You gave him a cheeky wink before setting your eyes back on what was in front of you. Knowing Loki and how cocky (pun intended) he was, his above average thick and veiny cock didn't surprise you.
"Your hot," you whispered to yourself as your thumb swiped over the head of his cock to collect the precum seeping from him and you heard Loki chuckle softly above you.
Your eyes met his hot gaze as you wet your lips and wrapped your mouth softly around the head of his cock. He moaned loudly in the back of his throat, throwing his head back, spurring you on to take in as much of his cock in one go as you could. Even when you almost choked, feeling him at the back of your throat, you kept going, fueled by the sinful sounds that fell so freely from Loki's mouth. You didn't know why you hadn't guessed that he was going to be a screamer.
You had bobbed your head only a couple of times, laying your tongue flat against the veiny underside of his dick, but before you could get into a good rhythm, he had placed his hands on your jaw and gently pulled you off.
"Turn around and put your elbows on the desk for me," Loki ordered softly.
You licked your lips in anticipation, the taste of him still on your tongue, and you followed suit. You could hear him walking around you to examine your work, not yet touching you but kicking your legs farther apart to correct your stance to his liking, making you bend over more.
Stepping around his desk to face you, laying his hand on your chin to angle it up, he looked into your eyes asking in a soft voice, "do you have a safe word, pet?"
You licked your lips, excitement spreading through your body at his words. "Green, yellow, red's okay?" you asked as hurriedly as possible, voice shaky in anticipation. You wanted him to touch you so bad.
When you met his with mischief glittering green eyes, he nodded and leaned down to kiss you for the first time. He stole your breath away. Loki took his time with the kiss despite the intensity of the situation, his thumb stroked over your cheek as his lips moved slowly and hotly against yours.
When your lips finally parted, swollen by the movement, the tiniest of smiles played on Loki's mouth as his thumb brushed slowly over your lower lip.
Quickly, you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your upper body completely bare to his gaze, which Loki wasted no time to take full advantage of. His eyes wandered across every single centimeter and you leaned back onto your elbows on the desk in front of you feeling goosebumps spread across your body.
Then, Loki moved back around the desk, halting behind you and although you looked at him over your shoulder, you could see that his undivided attention was granted to your body, not your face. His gaze was almost burning into your skin as his eyes wandered from the nape of your neck over your smooth back and down to your bare legs.
He quickly tugged off your shorts, highlighting this action by trailing wet kisses from your lower back all the way up to your shoulder before placing another kiss on your lips. This kiss was a lot less innocent and probing, his tongue grazing yours.
As Loki parted from your lips, though, one of his hands slowly wandered up, his fingers delicately making their way up to your hip joint still covered by your panties.
You wanted him to touch you for real so badly.
You whined quietly when his thumb lightly swiped over your covered sex, laying your head on your arms and arching your back in anticipation.
You could hear him chuckle quietly and he practically ripped off your panties. Loki spread your legs apart gently and looked at you for a second commenting, "I've barely touched you, darling, and you are positively dripping for me," his voice was low, his grin evident in it.
And then he finally touched you where you wanted him most, his fingers swiping through the cool wetness of your folds, lubricating them before swirling them over your clit in deliciously slow but hard circles.
"Loki," you drawled in frustration trying to lean back up but the tall man wouldn't let you, his arm pushing your body back down onto the table harshly.
"What do you want, pet?" he asked, slowly, too slowly pushing his index finger into your entrance, rendering you speechless at the feeling.
Loki pulled his hand away from your pussy, bringing his finger up to your lips and you opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around it obediently. You couldn't believe how turned on you got from tasting yourself on Loki's finger but the way his eyes were completely taken over by lust, his mouth agape, definitely contributed.
And then his hand harshly came down on your ass cheek, quickly followed by Loki asking for your color.
"Green," you managed to reply as you felt yourself getting even wetter at being handled so roughly by this man.
"Good girl," he rasped before letting his hand come down again, making you moan embarassingly loudly at the impact. Loki massaged your sore cheek leaning forward to ask you again, "What do you want, pet? I want you do give me a verbal answer at all times or I will have to punish you."
"I want you inside me, Loki, please," you whimpered.
"How do you want me, dove?" he cooed.
"Whatever you'll give me I'll take," you croaked, "want to be good for you."
"Good girl," he said again and you pushed yourself further towards him. Maybe he could even make you cum with his words alone. You tried to even out your breathing, his light touches on your hot skin feeling like electricity.
Loki leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your pussy before delvin his tongue into your core and you keened at the feeling.
You taste so sweet, darling," he gasped against your core and you could feel him kneeling down behind you to gain a better angle. His mouth connected with you again and you had to grip the desk hard to try to keep your knees from buckling beneath you as you heard the absurd noise from Loki smothering himself in your heat, burying two fingers inside you.
His teeth teased your clit as his fingers moved against your walls looking for your g-spot. Once he had found the spongy texture, he thrust his finger into you at the right angle over and over again with fervor making you shake. Your body felt so so hot.
You were moaning trying not to writhe around to much, as you felt your release creeping up on you.
That was when Loki had the audacity to stop and you protested loudly. He punished you by smacking your ass cheek again and you bit your lip harshly at the welcome impact.
"Sorry, dove, but the first time you cum at my hands, I want my cock rammed deep inside of you, no protest."
"Please Loki," you gasped and when he took his fingers out of you, you whimpered feeling empty.
"Do you want me to fuck you, pet?" He rasped into your ear. You could feel the bare skin of his toned and sweaty stomach on your back as he leaned over you, wedging his hardness in between your folds in the process.
You nodded frantically.
Loki's hand came down on your ass cheek again, the sting making the fire inside you light up, and the slight jump forward you made ramming your hips slightly painfully into the edge of the wooden desk created friction between Loki's cock and your pussy that you were so desperate for.
"I want you to respond verbally, at all times," he told you sternly, "is that clear, darling?"
"Yes, Loki," you replied breathlessly, your voice strained when you decided it would be smart to answer his previous question of your own volition, "please fuck me."
Loki dropped a peck onto the crown of your head, rutting his cock against your clit telling you, "you're doing so good for me. So ready for my cock," he said, rubbing his thumbs over your buttocks slowly.
Then, his hands wrapped tentatively around your waist as he straightened his back back up.
There was soemthing so wonderfully enticing about him touching you like this, in his sacred space that no one, no brother, no friend, no one night stand was allowed to enter.
Loki teased you with the head of his cock, swiping it against your entrance, warm and lubricated by the mix of both of your fluids, and you breathed out a loud "fuck," when he finally entered and stretched you out as deliciously as you'd always hoped he would.
"You feel absolutely divine, darling," Loki snarled and he leaned down to press kisses to your shoulder to soothe the slight ache as he bottomed out and kept still inside you let you get accustomed to his size, leaving marks in his wake, no doubt.
"Please, Loki," you panted.
He followed suit, digging his dull nails slightly into the skin of your waist and he shallowly began to thrust into you.
"Now that is like music to my ears," he commented when you began to cry out in delight and frustration at the too shallow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.
"Better than your loud music?" you managed to gasp in between his harsher growing movement.
"Eons better, darling," he huffed, "if I could hear you moan for me while I work, I might consider never turning my music on again, it pales in uncountable incriments in comparison."
One of his hands moved to gather your hair at the nape of your neck and Loki leaned down, stilling inside you to let his teeth lightly drag across the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps.
"Please just fuck me, Loki," you maned and tried to rock your hips back against him to pick up the pace but he had the iron grip of his left hand set around your waist.
"Beg me again," he whispered, "and I might comply."
You could feel his lips move against your hot skin, his cold breath making your skin tingle.
"Please, please, please, Loki. Please fuck me," you chanted and gripped the wooden desk tighter in anticipation of the fulfillment of your wishes.
"You are so beautiful when you beg for me," he said, letting his sculpted chest mold to your back once more before beginning to snap his hips against yours in just the right way.
"Loki," you yelled out his name upon which he let his teeth wander over your skin that he had already littered pretty marks across.
"My darling," he moaned and wound his hand into your hair more, beginning to lightly tug on it, "what is your color?" he asked while you could already feel the prickly heat in your face from the pleasurable pain.
Fuck, green," you managed to grit out between your teeth, panting, "harder," and Loki complied, yanking your hair slightly harder. He drove into you with renewed force accompanied by the sweet sounds he made that you'd play in your head over and over again forever if this was the only time you'd ever be able to hear them. You could already feel the bliss of release coming on.
And then he stopped. He pulled out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt the emptiness.
"What -" you began to ask slightly angry, but Loki made quick work of you, yanking you back by your hair to stand with a hiss, and turning you around making you lean against the desk. He hiked up your legs up to make room for him to stand in between so that you could look into his eyes now.
Loki took a moment to just look at you, his weeping cock resting against your pelvis, and you pushed one of your hands through his silky raven hair gently, to push it out of his face as his beautiful green eyes scanned your body with an unreadable look.
His eyes met yours again and his lips drew up in a mischievous smirk as he placed his hands on your hips and helped you up to sit on his desk, your hands wandering to his ass in an effort to get him to move back inside you, but Loki simply chuckled in amusement at your meek attempt to take over control.
His laugh was replaced by a surprised gasp as you dug your nails into his plump ass in retaliation and you'd never forget the way his face distorted in sudden pleasure. Apparently, you weren't the only sucker for pain in this room.
Loki drove back into you quickly, closing his eyes at the feeling of you around him as if it was heaven on earth. The depths he reached felt nearly impossible making your back arch and you leaned back to grip behind you for the edge of the desk.
His hips stilled again, much to your frustration, once he was fully sheathed inside you and he opened his eyes to search yours in a moment of silence, for what, you were unsure. What you knew, though, was that Loki was positively delighted to be torturing you in this way.
"You are about the prettiest creature I have ever seen, my pet," he said before he leaned down and his mouth latched onto your nipple.
He trailed his lips across your collarbone, leaving more pretty bruises in his wake and it was the hottest thing, marking you as his.
"Loki, please move, for fuck's sake," you moaned rolling your hips against his as much as you could while he was still holding onto your hips like that. "I hate you," you added and he chuckled at your impatience before picking up the pace again, hitting your sweet spot just right.
He went slower than before, but making sure he fucked you hard, leaning down to let his mouth wander to any place he could reach, his fingers delving down to play with your clit.
Your back arched when he lightly bit down on your nipple.
"Oh, I positively adore these, love," he purrs against your hardened nipple before biting down again and switching to your other breast to do the same, making you feel absolute ecstasy, "just as much as the delicious sounds you are making, darling."
He peppered kisses along your heated skin while driving into your clenching pussy harder and faster making your walls flutter around his thick length.
You were moaning for him loudly, you were so close, your hips stuttering as you tried to reciprocate the snapping of his hips.
Loki's mouth wandered back up to where your shoulder and neck connected. He swiped his tongue across it twice before he bit down on your neck, hard enough to draw blood probably, and your vision exploded as you came apart underneath him.
You were heaving as you came down, your lover not letting up from his relentless pace for even a second, you'd asked for it in the first place, and as his mouth wandered back up to yours to capture your lips in a lewd kiss, you felt that familiar feeling rising back up in your belly already.
"I knew you were going to like pain, darling," he whispered against your lips with a smirk, "I'm going to have so much fun with you, my little whore. You are mine, aren't you?" he mumbled as his thrusts became more erratic.
"Yes, Loki, I'm all yours," you moaned, his fingers pinching your clit before soothingly rubbing it in rough circles again, the sounds of your sweaty bodies rocking against each other driving you closer to your second orgasm.
"That's right, you're all mine, my pet," Loki grunted, pistoning into you.
"Where do you want it, pet?" he grunted.
"I'm on birth control," you panted, "please cum inside me, Loki."
He smirked at you, mumbling, "not before you cum again for me, darling," before putting his mouth back against the sweet spot on your neck, his tongue sliding over it.
When his teeth grazed the soft skin of your pulse point he filled you up just right, hitting your sensitive walls and you saw stars, crying out his name so loud your voice cracked as you clenched down uncontrollably on his large cock.
You sighed when you could finally feel Loki spill his hot release deep inside of you screaming out your name. His hips came to a halt and your eyes met again. Some of his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead and you reached a hand up to swipe it away to see his pretty face. He'd always been so beautiful but he'd never looked as attractive as he did in that moment.
And then, the world stilled around you as he leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle, kiss, as he caught his breath. You winced slightly as he pulled out of you, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow.
"Didn't think you'd be that possessive," you smirked.
A beat passed as he contemplated his next words. "Honestly, I've never been like this," he panted and took a step back, his eyes scanning your face.
And then he picked up his clothes from the floor and he was gone, leaving you alone in his room.
You'd known this would probably be a one time thing, even as he alluded to a future in his lust-frenzied dialogue, but this was kind of cold, even for Loki.
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