cw: tub sex (slightly big tub fit for two people and loki's monster cock), fingering, praise kink, overstimulation, soft but mean!dom loki, subspace subspace subspace
"ssh," loki chuckles, kissing your forehead and laying you down, his cock sliding out of your spent hole. you whimper, sensitive from all the orgasms he just gave you.
"i know, i know, i did very well," he teases, knowing you don't have the strength to hit him with a pillow. you laugh, though, and your chest heaves as you catch your breath, your thighs still twitching from overstimulation.
loki giggles, brushing some of your hair back as he kisses the spot under your eye. "i'll get to running you a bath, dear. get some sleep for now, little dove~"
you smile and nod, and he puts on a pair of pants as he heads into the bathroom.
a few seconds pass and you suddenly get this impatient feeling, one where you want him to come back and smother you in kisses and whispers and hugs and all the love he can give... what is this? why are you suddenly so clingy now?
whatever it is has you hopping off the bed and picking up your robe, tying it around your waist as you walk to the bathroom, half-hiding by the door frame as you meekly watch your lover turn on the tap to fill the tub, his back to you as he waits for it to fill up.
it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.
he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.
it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.
you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.
loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.
"oh, hello there~"
he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.
"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.
"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.
"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.
"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"
"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."
he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."
you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.
"well, do you still want the bath?"
you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.
god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.
"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.
loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.
he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.
"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.
"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.
"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.
his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.
"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"
your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"
"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."
he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."
"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.
"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.
you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.
loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.
he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.
"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.
you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-
"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.
he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.
he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.
it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.
that's new every single night.
that's why he makes sure to only ever give you the best things, like a nice, soothing bath and more orgasms than your poor little hole can handle.
You have probably answered this but what kink(s) do you think Loki would have?
the boy has a kink for love and affection that’s for sure
but i dunno, i don’t think loki is shy about kinks and things – if he’s with a partner who he trusts and who’s willing to try things, he will for them. after all, i like to think loki’s a bit more invested in the other persons pleasure than he’d like to admit. it’s a nice boost to his ego to see you enjoying yourself thanks to himself.
you ask that boy to choke you? he will.
want him to tie you up? sure.
you want to fuck him and a projection? hell yeah.
he has his limits – he personally is not particularly keen on the idea of being restricted, but again, trust is something loki hasn’t had with a lot of sexual partners, so if things are different? sure. fuckin’ tie him up. dominate him. slap him and call him sally.
as long as loki is comfortable and you’re enjoying yourself, there are no complaints.
You nodded timidly, shifting in your seat. “Let’s just go with the basics. Green is I’m okay, Yellow is slow down, Red means stop.”
Loki hummed in agreement. “Makes it easier for me. Red for stop, Yellow for slow down, Green means please continue ravishing me into the mattress,” he ended with a smirk.
Your cheeks heated up as Loki chuckled.
“Now,” he took your coffee from you and made it disappear in green light, “What would you like to try while we’re having sex?”
“Hmm,” you thought. “Bondage? Like, not something as intricate as shibari, just my arms and legs would be okay.”
Loki grinned. “Deal.”
You suddenly felt a tingle rush up your body, and when you looked down, your wrists and legs were tied to the chair.
You looked up at Loki. “Wha- Loki?”
Loki picked up his own cup of tea and sipped nonchalantly. He looked up at you, his expression calm, but in his eyes a mischievous glint.
“What else?”
“Umm... nipple clamps? I read on Cosmopolitan that they’re kind of nice- Oh God!”
You couldn’t hold in the gasp that came out of you when your shirt was suddenly gone, in its place a painfully pleasurable pinch on your nipples.
“How about vibrators?”
You shrugged, trying to play along with his coolness. “T-Tiny ones would be fine,” you stammered. “Like the ones that are egg-shaped?”
Before you could finish, there was something inside you that seemed to have come out of nowhere.
Loki’s nostrils flared and before you could ask him, the device inside you buzzed to life.
Holy fuck.
You let out a vicious scream and leaned back on the chair, breathing in and out. Your eyes fluttered open and closed, and you can barely make out Loki sitting across you, fingers grasping his cup so hard his knuckles turned white.
“Enjoying yourself there, love?” He joked, though clearly he liked this just as much as you did, if not more.
You nodded, your hips bucking up as you chased the pleasure, which Loki didn’t deny you of. It wasn’t long before you were trembling, screaming, calling out Loki’s name.
After a while of excruciating pleasure, you sank down into the seat, your breath coming in slow pants, and Loki chuckling from across you, clearly very aroused by your little show.
“Tell me, dove,” he drawled. “What other little kinks do you have in mind?”
Loki wasted no second in pushing you onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours as he discarded his clothing, throwing it somewhere on the floor.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t care.
Tonight, he would ravish you thoroughly until you couldn’t walk.
You gasped into his possessive kiss as you threaded your fingers through his hair, and whimpered every time his tongue would swipe across yours. With every noise you made it seemed to spur Loki on even more, as he stole every breath and sound from your lips with his own.
You sucked in a breath once he finally broke away, his eyes shimmering with lust, a smirk on his lips. He moved down until he was at your ankles, kissing up and up and up until he moved back down and repeated the same agonizingly pleasurable routine with your other thigh.
“You’re so.” He kissed your knee. “Fucking,” your thigh, “Beautiful.” His hand moved up towards the dress you were wearing, pushing the thin fabric upward, bunching around your waist. He kisses right at your clothed mound, then caught your underwear in his teeth, dragging it down.
Your eyes widened and your face heated up in arousal and a litle self-consciousness. You burst into tiny intelligible mumbles and tried to pull the pleats of your skirt down. Loki only chuckled at your flustered state, and ran his palms up and down your thighs in reassurance.
“Sssh, dove, don’t hide yourself,” he cooed teasingly, shaking his head at you. “Your king will take care of you. You’ll never deny me the pleasure of tasting you again.”
With that, he lowered his mouth onto you and almost immediately, you were reduced to nothing but pleas, whimpers, mewls, and moans.
Tonight you would know exactly why people call him Silvertongue.
