Loki's the type to talk to you with so much disdain in front of others only to be a blabbering mess behind closed doors.
Spewing out curses and spells unknowingly as his mind gets turned to mush, binding the two of you together as he claws at your back. His nails digging in deep as he locks his ankles together with a keening cry.
Oh and the blissed out look of pleasure on his face is so pretty. Tear streaked cheeks, his usually neat and orderly hair surrounding him in a dark twisted halo as if he were a fallen angel.
If not for the way he's still clenching around you, you'd probably think he's had enough but with a weak roll of his hip and breathy sigh he pleads to you so sweetly to ruin him all over again.
loki being a whimpering mess everytime you thrust inside him and hit that special spot that makes him see stars. Him reaching down to spread his puss apart so you could get better access a drool coming from his little mouth as he starts moaning ‘ah ah ah’ his voice barely audible as he’s lost in pleasure
(THIS WAS A REQUEST I HOPE YOU LIKE IT IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE I ACTUALLY ENDED UP REWRITING IT ENTIRELY FOR YOU 😭)
(Edit: I DO OTHER REQUEST YALL AS LONG AS I KNOW THE FANDOM THEY ARE FROM AND ITS SUB MALE WITH DOM FEMALE)
You and your boyfriend Loki are laying in bed. He's reading one of his Asgardian books for probably the 10th time and you are just watching him, occasionally playing with his hair and twirling it around your finger as he continues reading. At some point you get bored and start letting your hands trace down his body, you slide your hand down from his shoulders to right over his chest and he gasps, it's a quiet gasp but loud enough you heard it. It's that moment you get an idea, a very very sinful idea… you slide your hands below his shirt, he squirms a bit but doesn't protest as your hand slide over his stomach and up to his chest, you gently brush your hands over his nipples and he lets out a quiet moan. It seems his chest is more sensitive than you'd thought previously.. you smirk at him as you lightly pinch them, his breath grows heavier and he gasps again and you hear an adorable whine come from him. You smirk and pinch harder wondering what kind of reaction that will get, the second you do so you hear him slam the book closed as his back arches and he let's out a very beautiful moan..~ after a moment you notice he's panting a bit and a tent has formed in his pants right in front of you, you can't help but giggle as you strip him and grab your emerald green ribbon from the nightstand with a vibrator and tie him up with it
Loki is tied up now, his arms wrapped beautifully in a nice emerald green ribbon that wraps around the rest of him in such a beautiful way…it contrasts quite well with his flushed face as he gets close to cumming from the vibrator you've carefully tied the ribbon around to hold in place on his cock. Your doing other things to tease him of course..~ playing with his nipples still, pinching and twisting them just enough to make him moan out for more…it's cute how desperate he is already when you've only just begun to tease him~ you've currently got your lips latched around one of his nipples and your sucking on it hard wanting to hear him moan and whimper from the delicious torture your giving him~ you've decided then to turn up the vibrations and you watch as he involuntarily thrusts up to try and get more friction from the toy tied so very carefully onto his cock~ it's quite adorable how his eyes rolled back a bit from the stimulation “it feels good doesn't it love?..~” she giggles as he nods his head, clearly enjoying how she's teasing him “yes…m-mm..~” he groans out as she begins to gently rub her finger over the tip, it's leaking precum from all the teasing she's been doing to him. “Do you want to cum darling?~” she whispers in his ear as she starts to rub more firmly over the tip watching as his head tips back and his eyes rolled back once again “please…yes please…~” he says in-between his moans. You rub over the tip faster and latch your lips onto his nipple again, sucking hard and flicking your tongue over it as you turn the vibrations up.. he practically sees white as he cums. Making a mess of himself and the sheets relatively quickly, you smile and lick what got on your hand off as he watches while moaning and whining as the toy continues to buzz. Your not done with him yet~
He moaned and whined as you continued to tease him with the vibrator. Not giving him a minute to relax after he'd cummed the first time, after a few minutes you decided to turn it up 2 more settings, you watch as his body tensed up from the feeling and his moans got louder as his mind started going blank “aww look at you my prince~ are you gonna cum again so soon?~” you whisper before flipping him over so he's on his knees with his ass in the air. It's been awhile since you've touched him back here so you start off gently, stretching him out carefully with your lube coated fingers. You doubt you'll do more than this but you still want him stretched incase he wants more tonight. “Enjoying yourself my pretty boy?~” you say as you push them just a bit deeper, he moans and nods his head repeatedly as he moves his hips back to push your fingers deeper inside him. You press up and hit his prostate. He throws his head back with a moan “y-yes…r-right there..~ m-mm~” he says between moans as he tries to make you press them there again while he clutches at nothing in his hands “your such a pretty boy like this loki~ my pretty baby~” you whisper as you rub your fingers over it while pressing on it more “yes..y-yes im y-yours..~ p-please..don't s-stop…~” he moans the words out like a desperate plea as he gets closer to cumming again “p-please m-make..me..c-cum…~ please..m-mommy..~” as he gets closer he gets more desperate, his back arching in a way as he ends up with his face pressed into the pillow as you pull your fingers out and gently pushes in a buttplug with a vibration feature, you turn it on to its 5th setting out of 10 and then turns the vibrator attached to his cock by the ribbon up to its 5th setting as well, it's vibrating a bit more intensely now as he cums again with a loud cry from the intense pleasure.
You continue to bring him over the edge in various ways for the next few hours as he begs you for more, he's been practically milked dry yet is still moaning your name as he struggles to get out words. The most he can say right now is “m-more..m-mm..nghh..~” at some point not too long ago you removed the vibrator and flipped him over before you replaced the vibrator with a fleshlight, of which your jerking him off with at a very gentle yet fast pace “look at you darling so messy for me and you still want more~ Such a needy little slut..~” she says as she watches his head tips back again and his eyes roll back while drool continues to drip from his mouth and down his chin to his neck and eventually his chest, it's such a beautiful sight you wish you could take a picture of~ hes getting close for the final time as you start to play with his nipples again, pinching and twisting them a bit as you listen to him whimper from the feeling adding to his intense pleasure.. after a few moments he cums again for the final time of the night your not sure how many that was but you know his brain is fucked out and not comprehending much of anything as you pull the toy off of him and watch the cum drip out of it and down onto him and your already ruined sheets. You quickly get a damp rag and clean him up with it. You remove the toy, then bring him to the couch as he stumbles and leans on you to keep his balance on his wobbly legs. You know the rag isn't gonna perfectly clean him but you want him to rest for now so you cover him up with a blanket and kiss his forehead before leaving and coming back with a water bottle to find him fast asleep. It's only when you're sure he'll stay asleep you go and change the sheets on the bed and put his book away
I would thoroughly enjoy if you wrote that Loki fanfic 🙏🙏 Want to fuck that guy so bad
I was waiting for this you have no ideaaaaaaaaaaa 😭😭
Contents: Fucking Loki v/s Making love to him.
Warnings: Smut, top male reader, rough sex + soft sex.
Fucking
Fucking Loki is like taking a full gulp of air after being under water for a long while.
Holding his wrists down against the bed with one hand as you fuck him hard and fast, his legs wrapped around you, obscene sounds spilling from his mouth and tears from eyes.
Or grabbing his waist in a vice like grip, him face down and ass up in the air for you, the pillows beneath muffling his loud ah-ah-ahs enough for them to drowned among the sounds of skin slapping skin.
Or, as Loki himself likes it better, pinning his thighs open against a wall and bullying your fat cock into his always begging hole, calling him the slut and cockwhore he is. He'll nod his head, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing kisses into the crook of your shoulder.
Or letting him ride you, even. He won't complain as long as you're sheathed deep inside of him, so deep he can see the trace of your cock in the bulge in his stomach. He'll bounce so wildly on your dick, head thrown back and hands balancing himself on your shoulders, that you'll have to grip his waist to prevent him from falling right off your lap.
A little bit of degrading, maybe even hitting, won't be said no to, because there's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to fucking Loki.
Making Love
Some days, however, Loki can't. Some days, he just wants to feel love.
And over the years, you come to understand in the subtle changes of his expression when he needs love, and when he wants sex.
On the days when he's low, on the days when he finds himself spiraling, or on the days where he wonders if both his fathers, biological and adoptive, abandoned him with reason, you step in, take his hands, and lead him to the bed.
You undress him, slowly and gently, pressing kisses along every inch of his skin that you bare. Loki knows by now, generally, that you've read his mind. He doesn't stop you, he knows too well the magic of your hands to pretend to be fine.
When you enter him, it's done just as gently as everything else that night, your lips almost never leaving his skin, worshiping his body, telling him his worth.
You call him pretty boy, beautiful, and everything else that he is, just is, by himself, even through everything that he's seen and done. You know he needs to hear it, needs to see and know how much you love and cherish him.
When you thrust into him, your pace just enough to make him feel good, Loki understands what they mean when they say 'making love' because he feels like you're loving every inch of him, inside out, all over.
Telling him that he's doing so good for you, that he's perfect, that he's so gorgeous you're losing your mind (because you are), that you love him so much, gods, so much.
He's a mess under your hands, both mentally and physically, so overwhelmed by your love that the tears that spill out of his eyes are only half because of the pleasure.
And when you make him finish, slowing to a stop to let him catch his breath, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his wet face in the crook of your shoulder.
"I love you."
"Thank you."
Loki loves both versions of you, the one that makes him see stars and the one that looks at him as if he hung stars up in the sky with his own two beautiful hands.
The faint muffled moans of Loki echoed through the golden halls of Asgard, getting somewhat louder with each step you took towards Loki’s room. Loki sat on his bed, a pillow in between his bare thighs as he slowly thrust into the pillow he straddled. “Oh fuck~” his eyes fluttered shut as images of you smirking down at him as you rode his dick flashed through his mind. Soft whimpers escaped his lips as his thrusts into the pillow quickened at the thought of you and what you’d do to him, correction; what you’ve done to him in his dreams. So many of his silk sheets covered in white stains because of you. The heat held inside his throbbing length waited impatiently to be set free. “Ahh~” he bit his lip as he almost let his load out into the silky green pillowcase.
“Loki?” You gently knocked on his closed door as he slapped a hand over his mouth to silence himself. You slightly tilted your head as you looked at the door and knocked once again, he would usually answer the door after the first knock and you were impatient. Loki didn’t have to move much to let out a soft moan that turned to a whimper as his eyes widened, his eyes meeting yours as you opened the door. His face reddened as the adrenaline died down a little and the realization hit. You were in his room while he was straddling a pillow he imagined to be you. “H-hi..” his voice was soft and lustful as his eyes looked away from yours and he slowly started to get up from his place on the pillow. “And what do you think you’re doing?~” a smirk sat on your lips as your eyes scanned down his body and was met with his length. “N-nothing, I was j-just uh..” Loki couldn’t ignore the warmth in between his thighs and let out a whimper at the thought of being inside of you and at your mercy. “Aw how cute” you slowly walked towards him “need some help with that?~” you lifted his chin up and gazed mischievously into his eyes. He nodded and guided your free hand down to his dick “p-please~ I’ll do anything for it~” you look down at his hand holding yours “I-I’ll do anything~” his eyes looked at you, filled with nothing but lust. Loki had dreamt of situations like this but gods the real thing will be so much better than his fantasies. The sounds of his soft whimpers filled the room as you slowly ran a hand up his chest. “I could leave you like this if I really wanted to~” you smirked and brought your face closer to his, Loki’s lips almost touching yours. “I-I beg of you~” he squirmed as a red tint covered his cheeks, he let out a soft moan as your fingers tangled in his hair. “The god of mischief at my mercy~” you pulled his head to the side and kissed his neck. “Oh please just fuck me!~ I can’t take this teasing~” he whined and tried to grind against your thigh that rested in between his legs. “You won’t stop me~” You continued to kiss his neck and slowly moved a hand down to his warm length. He gasped and bit his lip as his face turned red “Mm~ you’re good with your hands but I was thinking something else~” he glanced down at your crotch and looked back at you with pleading eyes. You sighed and let his hands slide up under your black miniskirt, he took off your panties and looked up at you as if he was asking for permission. “C-can I?~” he whimpered, “shhh~ you’ll get it when you get it and not a second before~” you kissed him deeply and positioned yourself over him as he softly moaned into your lips. You gently put a hand on his length and slowly lowered yourself down onto him with a moan. The warm wetness of your opening made it easy for his dick to slide into you. “O-Oh s-shit~” he laid his head back and closed his eyes, his hands made their way to hold onto your waist as you slowly rolled your hips. He whimpered and whined as you took his length, the walls of your pussy held his cock perfectly. “Mm~” you moaned softly as you rode him, Loki bit his lip as he gripped onto your waist. “T-thank you~ Ah~” you sped up and slowly moved yourself up and down his length, his warmth slowly built up inside of you. Thor slowly sat up in his bed, woken up by the muffled sounds coming from Loki’s room. “What in Asgard is going on-“ he says, Sif slowly opens an eye at Thor as he lifts the silky golden blanket off of him. “mm- what’s going on?” Sif looks at Thor with a sleepy look in her eyes. “Loki is being awfully loud and I wonder if he’s alright” he sleepily gets out of bed, “don’t be gone too long” Sif nuzzles her pillow and goes back to sleep while Thor heads to Loki’s room.
Warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! angst, language, teasing, masturbation, nipple play, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, hate sex, angry sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, light degradation, choking, slight dom/sub themes (with reader on top)
Pairings: Loki/Reader
Key: 🎭💣💋🔞♀️
Summary: You have a sex dream about the one person you hate the most, creating confusion and uncertainty in your heart.
A/N: OMG I started writing this in September and I literally just finished it ahhhhhhh. This took way longer than I wanted it to but at least it's finally done. Also, I was gonna make the ending angsty, but I decided to go for fluffy instead cuz I'm a sap. Sorry for not posting in forever. Hopefully this Loki smut makes up for it! Thank you as always for interacting with my fics, it gives me life!
“I hate you,” the words leave your mouth, dripping with a carefully constructed venom as you glare daggers at Loki. He makes an inexplicable anger boil in your gut and you can’t figure out exactly why. All you know is that your heart always beats a little faster when he’s around and it pisses you off.
“No, you don’t,” he smirks, eyes glowing mischievously as he circles you like a predator would their prey.
“You don’t know anything,” you spit back, trying to ignore your rising body heat when he steps closer. You chalk it up to rage, trying to ignore the way his light chuckle makes your heart skip a beat.
“I know more than you think,” he closes the distance between you and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. There is a tenderness in his eyes when he looks at you and it only makes your anger rise.
You back up and turn away from him, letting out a low growl. You refuse to let him have power over you.
“Fuck you,” you say, but your voice lacks any real conviction and you mentally curse yourself for it.
“If you insist,” his voice has a teasing lilt and you whirl around to yell at him, but he is a lot closer than you expected him to be.
You try to back away, only to hit a wall, Loki slowly stalking closer to you, his eyes dark and intense as he seems to peer right into your soul. When he reaches you, he places both hands on the wall next to your head, closing you in, his hot breath fanning across your face. Heat rises to your cheeks as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together, unable to deny the way his presence sends a needy jolt right to your core.
“You’re infuriating,” you manage to whisper as you avoid his gaze, attempting to slow your racing heart and steady your ragged breathing.
“And yet you love it,” he retorts, and you have to bite back a moan as he presses his body against yours.
“No, I don’t” you say, chest heaving and voice strained, trying to deny your arousal.
“Tell that to the throbbing between your legs,” he lifts his thigh, letting it rub against your clothed core to accentuate his point. This time, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
“Whatever, I still hate you, Loki,” he laughs, low and dark, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
“You keep telling yourself that,” he replies, leaning his head down to kiss your neck as you begin to move your hips against his muscular thigh.
His mouth trails down to your collarbone, sucking and biting into the soft flesh until you’re sure he’ll leave bruises, but right now, you hardly care. One of his hands moves to lightly tug on your hair, angling your neck for better access. You lean into his touch, feeling him smirk as you let out a wanton moan, and rub yourself faster on him.
Just as you’re about to cum, a loud beeping invades your senses, tearing you out of the dream.
Your eyes slowly flutter open and you sit up. Reaching over, you shut off your alarm, trying to understand what the hell that was all about. Where did that come from? You really do despise Loki, so why were you having a sex dream about him? And why did it feel so good?
You shake your head and get out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of clothes as you try to push the dream to the back of your mind. You have more important things to worry about.
You make your way down to the kitchen, stretching your arms and letting out a loud yawn, eager to get some food in your belly. You arrive rather quickly, immediately going over to the cabinet to find something suitable for breakfast. Unsurprisingly, Steve is already seated at the counter, drinking his morning coffee.
“Good morning,” he says, greeting you with a smile.
“Morning,” you reply, returning the gesture as you continue to search for sustenance.
You finally find what you’re looking for, but it’s a little too high up for you to reach. Determined, you stand on your tippy toes and extend your arm as far as it will go, grunting at the effort. Just as you are about to climb onto the counter, an arm reaches up past you, grabbing the item you were so desperately trying to get and offering it to you.
“Here,” Loki’s voice sends an involuntary shiver down your spine and you snatch the item out of his hand.
“I could’ve gotten it myself,” you say, refusing to even look at him.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, making you groan in frustration. You do your best to ignore him, focusing instead on preparing your meal, but you can feel his eyes boring into you, his presence saturating the room and invading your every sense. Eventually, you turn to face him.
“Can I help you?” your tone is harsh, but Loki seems completely unbothered, regarding you with that infuriating smirk of his.
“What’s got you so worked up? Bad dreams?” he teases, a knowing look in his eye, and you visibly tense.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I did have bad dreams last night,” you cross your arms over your chest and glare at him, which only makes his smile grow wider as he steps closer.
“Really? What about?” his voice is still laced with mirth and you attempt to make yourself taller.
“None of your business. Now could you leave me alone so I can make my breakfast?” with a huff, you turn back around and continue to work on your meal, but Loki refuses to yield.
“Now why would I do that when you’re my main source of entertainment?” he speaks directly into your ear, causing you to jump involuntarily. He laughs, clearly delighted by your reactions, and you whip around to face him again.
“I’m not in the mood,” you growl, poking his chest with your finger. He takes a step back, that smile still ever present on his face, and studies you intently.
“Is that so? What a shame. And here I thought we were having fun,” he tilts his head to the side and sticks out his bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout. You roll your eyes.
“There is no ‘we’, just you and your stupid games,”
“You seem to be participating, though. That makes you a player, does it not?” he regards you curiously, waiting for your response, and you sigh deeply, shaking your head in disdain.
“I hate you,” you mutter under your breath as you turn back around to finish your task.
“No, you don’t” he replies, and you freeze, surprised at both the fact that he heard you and that those are the exact words he said in your dream.
You can feel him watching you, waiting for a reaction, so you choose to instead remain silent as you work, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. It proves rather difficult, though, with the suffocating weight of his gaze compelling trembles to ripple over your flesh. Despite the discomfort, you do your best to ignore him, and with a bit of effort, you finally finish preparing your breakfast.
Not even giving him a passing glance, you quickly make your way to the dining room. You settle into one of the plush seats surrounding the large glass table and begin devouring your meal. Lucky for you, it seems Loki must have grown bored of teasing you, so you are able to eat in relative peace.
Once you finish, you clean up your mess and decide a shower will help relieve some of the remaining tension from your encounter. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about that dream, and seeing as you woke up before you could reach your peak, you’re in desperate need of release. The fact that Loki is the one making you feel all this infuriates you to no end, but right now, you’re too horny to care.
***
Finally in the privacy of your bathroom, you swiftly remove your clothing and hop into the shower, reveling in the feeling of warm water cascading over your form. As you wash your body, you remember the details of the dream, and one hand glides down your stomach, digits brushing delicately over your clit.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean your head back. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, pressing a little harder and slowly moving your fingers in circles. With your free hand, you grab your breast and squeeze slightly, pinching the nipple every once in a while as you continue to work towards your climax.
An involuntary gasp of Loki’s name passes your lips as you slide one finger inside, continuing to rub your clit with your thumb as you find that sweet spot deep within you. Picking up the pace, you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle your wanton moans as you rub faster, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. Just as you are about to crash over the edge, a sultry voice makes you stop in your tracks.
“And here I thought you hated me,”
Your eyes snap open and you instantly try to cover yourself as you prepare to scream at the intruder. All words fly out the window, though, as you realize who it is.
Loki stands in front of the shower, steamy glass the only thing separating the two of you as he stares at you with dark, lust blown eyes. A tiny part of you is embarrassed, but that feeling is pushed to the back of your mind as an infuriatingly heady thirst takes center stage.
Without thinking, you throw the shower door open and pull him in with you, crashing your lips against his. With a flash of green, he is completely naked too, and you use the opportunity to run your hands over his shoulders before harshly pushing him against the wall.
"That's twice now you've kept me from orgasming," you growl, grabbing his hair and ruthlessly tugging it, forcing his head back. A low chuckle escapes him.
"Is that so? When was the first?" He smirks, chest heaving and cheeks flushed.
With a frustrated snarl, you roughly release him, letting his head fall against the tile as you turn away from him. You bury your face in your hands and sigh, fighting the urge to scream.
"You're infuriating," as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that it's more dialogue directly from your dream.
"And yet-"
"Don't," you cut off Loki's next words, knowing exactly what he was going to say.
You turn to face him again as a realization dawns on you, eyes going wide as you meet his gaze.
"It was you!" Raising a finger to point at him accusingly, you start putting the pieces together.
"I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate," he replies, but the smug look on his face tells you that he already knows exactly what you're talking about.
"My dream!" You exclaim, heat flaring up within you at the memory.
"What dream?" He tilts his head to the side, feigning innocence.
"Don't play dumb!" You stalk toward him and grab his hair again, giving it a brutal wrench. He sucks in a breath, all joking gone from his expression as it turns to one of submission.
"Okay, yes, I may have altered your dream a touch," he admits, blushing like a schoolboy.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go messing around in people's heads!"
"Well, it wouldn't have worked if you didn't want it to. I can't completely control someone's mind. I just planted a seed, your imagination did the rest,"
"Liar! I would never want something like that!" You practically scream, but uncertainty begins to blossom in your racing heart.
"Are you sure about that?" His voice comes out barely above a whisper, dark eyes focused on your lips, and all logical thoughts burn away with the intense heat of your carnal desire.
"Fuck it," you say, before kissing him with bruising force, using his hair to angle him right where you want.
His hands immediately come to rest on your hips, squeezing and kneading at the flesh as you feverishly move your lips against his. He pulls you flush to his chest, his erection pressing into your belly, and you moan into his mouth. You grind on him, desperate for more friction.
"See? You have to like me at least a bit to kiss me like that," Loki quips against your mouth, making you pull away to look at him. You emit a guttural sound and wrap your hand around his throat.
"I'd like you a lot more if you shut up," you put a slight pressure on your grip and he blushes as a lewd cry escapes him at the feeling.
"Better yet," you say, an idea taking form in your head, "why don't you put that mouth to good use,"
"What did you have in mind?" He whimpers and you release your hold on his neck, moving your hands to his shoulders, slowly pushing him to his knees. He obediently complies.
"Make me cum," you say, spreading your legs as you tug on his raven locks, eliciting a delicious groan from the god.
"As you wish," he says breathlessly, before leaning forward and burying his face in your aching sex.
He wastes no time, immediately getting to work as he licks and sucks at your most sensitive parts. You grunt in satisfaction, bucking your hips up as you begin to ride his face, his skilled tongue working in tandem with your movements. He lets out a low, hungry growl, sending pleasurable vibrations right to your core.
Loki eagerly follows your lead while you guide his head to all the right spots. He slides his hand up your thigh, teasing your dripping folds with his slender fingers before slipping one inside, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel him smirk against your clit, so you roughly tug his curls to remind him who’s in charge, but then he adds another finger and you almost collapse from the intense pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” you exclaim as he pumps his digits in and out, slowly picking up the pace. Then, he closes his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking hard, and your orgasm slams into you with potent force. He helps you ride it out all the way before pulling back to look up at you through hooded eyes.
An involuntary whine leaves you at the sight of him - on his knees, face glistening with your release, expression submissively blissed out - and you could cum again from the view alone.
"On your feet," you say suddenly, and he immediately stands up. In this moment, you realize just how much taller he is than you, and a new wave of arousal flows through your body at the thought.
You swap places with him and lean against the wall, looking up at him with hazy eyes before saying:
"Fuck me,"
He lets out a feral groan and pushes you roughly into the tile, pressing his mouth against yours with reckless abandon. His hands roam your form, squeezing at the supple flesh, and your body reacts to his every touch.
You let out a small sigh at the taste of your own release on his tongue, savoring every graze of his palms over the curves of your figure.
Suddenly, he leans back to look at your face, a serious expression on his own.
“If I’m to have you, I’d prefer a bed,” his eyes search yours and you can’t help but laugh. He regards you quizzically and you speak between your giggles.
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” you say, but after a quick look around, you find yourself agreeing. “Okay, you might be right,”
With that, he teleports the both of you to what you can only assume is his bedroom. You don’t even have a chance to look around before his mouth is on yours again, his long tongue swiping your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You gladly grant him access and commence a battle for dominance, one you quickly win.
You guide him back towards the bed, hands exploring every inch of his body, until finally, you reach down to grip his hardened member. He groans into your mouth, bucking his hips against your palm. You smirk, pulling away to peer at him, noting his acquiescent expression.
“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you say, stroking him slowly.
“Yes, please, I’ll do anything,” he pants, and a wicked thought forms in your mind.
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything,”
A satisfied sigh escapes your lips and you push him onto the mattress, moving to stand over him. He leans back on his hands and watches you intently, studying your every move.
“Lay down,” you instruct and he quickly readjusts himself. You climb onto his lap and straddle him, setting yourself on his stomach, just above his erection. He starts to reach for you, but you slap his hands away.
“No touching,” you say firmly and he whines, but after giving him a pointed look, he obeys. “Good boy,” you continue, slowly running your hands over his chest, enjoying the way he whimpers. It is clear that he is struggling not to touch you, hands curled into fists as they grip the bed sheets.
Your fingers wander further up until they reach his neck. You gently wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, feeling him buck his hips as a strained sob sounds from within.
“You like that?” you ask, and he nods as best as he can from his position, a wonderful blush dusting his cheeks.
You press harder and grind against him, feeling a mix of his precum and your own release between your thighs.
“Such a pathetic plaything, getting off on me choking you,” you practically moan as you use your free hand to position his member so you can slide down onto it. Both of you let out a pleased cry at the relief of the sensation, and you continue to drop down until you are fully seated on his cock.
Keeping one hand on his throat, you use the other to brace yourself on his chest as you begin to move, slowly working yourself towards your second climax.
“Please,” he chokes out and you loosen your grip slightly in order to let him speak. “Let me touch you,” you think on it for a moment before quickly coming to a decision.
“No,” you say, slamming down on him particularly hard and gripping his neck with more force than before. He lets out a delightful noise and writhes underneath you. You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, and with the way his cock twitches inside you, you know he’s close too. Increasing your speed, you put more pressure on his throat and say, “Cum for me,”
Just as the words leave your mouth, he explodes inside of you, filling you up as you reach your own high. You ride it out to the end before collapsing on his chest, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.
A long moment passes as you feel him soften inside of you. Once you’ve gained back a little energy, you gently remove yourself from his lap and stand.
“Where are you-” Loki starts, but you quickly cut him off.
“To finish my shower. We might as well get cleaned up, right?” you say, extending a hand to him in a silent invitation to join you. He smiles and gets up, walking over to you and lacing your fingers together as you both make your way to the bathroom.
