Diamond Eyes
SUMMARY: Loki loved gifting you jewelry so much that you had to put your foot down and stop him. But on your anniversary, you just couldn't stop yourself from repaying your boyfriend for such a beautiful yet so ridiculously expensive necklace money could buy. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship); Darcy Lewis; Thor Odinson. WARNINGS: Alcohol Consumption; Cigarette Consumption; Explicit Sexual Content; Unprotected P in V; Anal. Use of Anal Plug; Masturbation; Dirty talks; Praising; Creampie; Missionary; Cowgirl Position. WORDS: 4,580
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Diamond Eyes
"Should I even ask why he's in a bad mood?" Darcy had inquired one morning while you prepare her and your moody boyfriend's coffee order.
"He's always been like that." You brushed off, not wanting to be reminded of yet another small argument you had with your boyfriend of a couple of years now. It was one thing to give you gifts on special occasions it was another to have him give you on his whim--which was almost a frequent occurrence.
"Nah, he's extra cross with everyone this morning." Darcy pointed out with a knowing look on her eyes, you on your end tried your best to avoid. "So either of you gonna make up before your anniversary?"
"What?"
"Oh, now I get why."
"Anniversary?" You made your way to the calendar to check the date and Darcy was right. Tomorrow was your anniversary. The day you had relented in dating the moody Billionaire-slash-Mobster Leader. A few bumps in the relationship, but you've both moved on from after several lengthy conversations.
"Shit."
"You still have time to plan something, Babe." Darcy assured. "He's got a packed schedule for the entire day, so he might not be able to visit you on your breaktime, try to make the most out of it."
You smiled, relieved to know. After placing Darcy's order as well as Loki's own coffee on the to-go cups, you added a few pastries for Darcy to snack on for her help.
"Just let me know if you need me for anything, I'll try to help as much as I could." Darcy assured before leaving with her order.
You didn't have enough time to think of what to give your far too moody boyfriend as your entire morning had you on your feet taking orders and restocking. It was when your Uncle arrived that you finally had the chance to think.
"Can I have the rest of the day off?" You had asked as soon as your Uncle had placed the apron on.
"Hello to you too, My favorite niece. Yes, my morning was good, me and my handsome husband gone out on walks with the dog." Your uncle responded making your groan.
"I promise to do extra hours on Monday." You tried to convince but the smile on his face made you want to roll your eyes right now.
"You roll out the fresh batches on Tuesday and I'll even give you Monday off as well." Your Uncle wink and you were wondering if he knows something that you don't.
With your Uncle's approval, you made sure all the logs in the office were handle before you found yourself heading back to your shared apartment with your boyfriend, to plan exactly what you could give the man that has everything he could ever want at his disposal. ~ "You seem to be in a foul mood, brother?" Trust Thor to ruin his already calming mood.
Loki was not in the best of mood, and for good reason. His morning was filled with you two arguing over his gifts. A Serpanti Viper necklace he had been eyeing for months now. He wanted wait until a special occasion to give you the gift, but somehow you found it laying around in the bedroom and assume it was another gift of indulgence he had a habit of giving.
He had laid low with the extravagant gifts, unless it was for special occasions but somehow things circulated and for once he wanted nothing more than for you to shut up and let him explain without ruining the surprise. What's even worse was the fact that you preferred to spend the rest of the Friday in the club he owns, with Darcy and Jane. Loki has yet to see you all day and it was getting to him.
The loud bass of the club only fouled his mood even more. Thor's arrival only meant that the girls were here but his girlfriend was still nowhere to be seen--were you avoiding him?
"I don't believe I am." Loki brushed off, cradling the glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Well, you will be once you find out a couple of men already has their eyes on your old lady." Thor smirked patting his brother on the shoulder before leaving him in the privacy of the VIP lounge, a story higher from where the dance floor was, a floor higher from where you were.
Like the possessive bastard that he was, he found himself swallowing the remaining alcohol before taking a quick look from the confinement of the ledge. Like a hawk, his blue eyes were quickly trained towards you, eyes heating at the sight of you in the far too dangerously short black dress with just the support of the thin straps holding onto the swells of your breast--keeping you decent.
As if feeling his eyes, your eyes found him and with just a come hither, he found himself making his descent from his self-imposed throne and towards you. The dancefloor was packed to the brim. The smell of sex almost far to intoxicating but nothing could intoxicate him more than you. When he grew closer to you, everyone dispersed like the red sea. Everyone knew who he was, but no one was familiar with the woman that he would burn the world for.
"Good of you to leave your throne, your Highness." You purred.
He felt more recharged at the sight of you, only now coming to realize the familiar jewelry you had on. A perfect accessory to the column of your neck. If it wasn't his hand, he wanted nothing more than to have the most expensive necklace to take its place for him. His lips grew dry, palm sweaty, and he wanted nothing more than to ravage you from where you stood.
"Dance with me." You requested, fingers hooking onto his belt loop. A smile growing on your lips, a dangerous glint in your eyes that was all too familiar to him.
In the pound bass of the music, your body was all to glue to his own, swaying against his ever growing erection. It was dangerous. Control he never seems to have when it comes to you. His hands finally found their way to your hips, hoping to control your rhythm but found them pulling you more into him, digging his erection more into you.
"What are you doing to me, My Love?"
"Thought I'd give you a preview before I give you my own gift." You purred, directing his hands down to your ass, a foreign bump had him jerking and the glint on your eyes became all more evident what you had planned. "You're buying me too many expensive jewelry thought I'd repay you."
"How will you repay me?"
"You can do whatever you want with me."
"Anything?" He smirked, in the years that the two of you had been together, there was some boundaries neither of you had ever tested but there were things Loki had never thought you would ever be ready for.
"Anything." You winked.
And that was how you found yourself, barely able to say goodbye to Jane, Darcy, and Thor before you were practically manhandled back into Loki's waiting car. A promise of what was to come was in the air. ~ Nothing kills you more than the fact that the thirty minute car ride from Loki's club to your apartment was filled with silence. No kisses. No touches. Loki was torturing you the best way he did--with nothing.
You were squirming, in paper it was a good idea to finally indulge in a secret fantasy your boyfriend had. It started with one finger or two, creeping it's way to the ring of ass. You had never done anal and the idea wasn't something you truly indulged in, more so with a small jeweled plug lodged inside of an unfamiliar territory inside of you.
It took a lot of tequila, lube, and courage for you to do this half-assed plan if you were being honest. But as the night settled, the alcohol warmed inside of you, behind all the fear you had for this backfiring, the anticipation won you over. Anything meant free reign, Loki to torture you for acting like a brat for the gift that now constricted your neck, or Loki to incapacitate you for the next few days. Either possibilities somehow made your insides warm and far too ready for him.
As the car had finally halted, you turned to your boyfriend, seeing him staring right at you, leering eyes ready to prowl at his prey.
"I'm giving you ten minutes to head upstairs and prepare. When I come up, I want you naked in bed in nothing but the necklace around your neck and the plug inside of your ass." He instructed, hand cupping your cheeks and you took a whiff of his sent and how easy he could bring you into a puddle beneath him. "Are we clear, My Love?"
You nodded, taking measured breaths as the Driver had opened your side of the door. Without even skipping a beat, you had hopped down and made a dash up to your apartment--ignoring the killer heels you had on. It didn't take long for you to arrive in your apartment, but the anticipation was what made things more complicated for you.
The wetness that was slowly painting your inner thighs further added to the filth you were certain you would take part of once he gets inside. With no sign of security inside, you slipped off your heels and undid the up-do you had on as you finally made your way to your shared bedroom. Setting the door slightly ajar wanting him to have a sneak peak of what was to come.
Taking a measured breath, you slipped off the black dress Darcy had brought for you (under Loki's tab she might add) and allowed it to pool beneath your feet. Only now did the fullness of the plug nestled inside of you become evident. The anticipation of what could possibly replace it in a few minutes. Sliding into the bed, you laid against the headboard, legs spread wide, showcasing the wetness and the fact that your boyfriend had not noticed you weren't wearing any panties at the club.
At the sound of the door closed, your heart rate quickened, your eyes lingered at the door, watching from the open space if he had made his way. At the shadow of his figure finally making his way, you held your breath until he finally slipped inside and locked the door behind him. His eyes was dead-set on your eyes, never once did his eyes falter to your naked state and that brought a new kind of torture you didn't know he could dish out on you.
You watched him slowly, but efficiently slip off his tie before letting it fall to the pool where your black dress resides. Next was his shirt, how slow he was in unbuttoning, and the way his eyes darken and refused to break any contact with your own. At the sight of his naked skin, you were craving him. His chest and torso painted in scars from attempted assassinations, fights, and from the messy childhood he and the rest of his family were placed in, it made him so beautiful still. Your very own canvas to paint as much as your was his to decorate.
"Come here." He orders and you found yourself following. Eyes focused on his broad shoulders, how you ached to have your legs resting on them in this moment.
You crawled towards him on all four. The tactic had him swallowing and his Adam's apple to bob. On all fours so close to him, you craned your head right up to meet his eyes.
"Unzip me." He ordered and you were far too quick to obliged, on your knees, you did your best to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly in one fluid motion. Before you could take hold of his glorious cock, his hand was quick to halt you from your action. The sound of his tongue clicking sounded and you wondered if you made the mistake. "Hands and knees, and face the headboard." He instructed, pulling out his cigarette and his lighter and cigarette from his pocket.
You gulped but nodded, turning to face away from him. The clicking sound of his lighter echoed before the scent of tobacco lingered in the air. You badly wanted to turn to look at him, of what he planned to do with you now.
"You did all of this for me, My Love?" He inquired, the creak of leather made you realize he had now sat on the sofa that was positioned right in front of the bed. "You look glistening from here, Y/N." He continued.
You whimpered, your insides tightening at his words, the familiar ache and the sensation of the plug inside you all was a heady combination.
"That plug looks like it's a big one," He continued on and without even looking at him you know the sinister look that came with the notice. "You must have spent the entire day prepping yourself with it."
You whimpered but said nothing. Fearing if you do anything more, he might continue on with this torture. You could only nod, eyes focused on the hardwood headboard of your bed. The dents from your nails digging from the numerous of instances where your boyfriend brought you into immeasurable pleasure.
"Use your words, My Love. We have all night." He warned.
"Yes." You moaned, feeling yourself tighten even more against the plug.
"Did you play with yourself too while you were at it?" He inquired.
You did--you tried too. But no matter what you do, you just couldn't get even a semblance of an orgasm without Loki. It simply had you far too strung up and ready to snap at any given moment.
"Your words." He warned. "Don't make me say it for the third time, Y/N."
"Yes. I played with my self but I couldn't get off." You confessed, finally feeling the warmth wash over your face.
"Why is that?"
"It's not you." You continued.
"Turn around and up on your knees." He instructed and you found yourself doing just that.
You blinked at the sight that fall before you. Looking on the sofa, powerful legs spread apart, but the thing that had your mouth watering was the sight of him smoking using one hand, and jerking himself with the other. The precum glistening clearly from where you knelt.
"What a beautiful mess you turned into from just the sight of me, My Love." He craned his neck to the side, looking at you. Exposing your to the cold air, your nipples perking up and felt far too exposed to his hungry eyes now. "Show me what you did while I wasn't here."
You blinked watching him continue on his ministration of slowly rubbing himself and your hands had a mind of their own as you did just as he said. One hand spread the lips of your pussy and the other rubbing slow circle against your overly sensitive nub.
"What do you want me to do with you, My Love?" He inquired taking one last breath from his cigarette before putting it off in the ashtray besides him. "What do you want me to do to you tonight?"
"Anything." You found yourself answering immediately. Fingers continued all on their own assault of your body.
"Dangerous words, My Love." He warned. "Choose something more specific for tonight."
"Anything. You. Want." You spoke again, eyes staring right through him. You were stubborn and you will not be scared off by Loki's warnings anytime soon. You've both been through hell and back and nothing could possibly scare your from him at this point.
"Do you want me to tell you what I want to do to you tonight?" He inquired.
You nodded, anticipating it for tonight.
"I want to fuck you in every hole in your orifice. Even when you tell me to stop, I won't. I will fuck you until I am fucking satisfied. I will take a good few hours on your ass. I will mark your entire body and maybe even fuck a baby into you while I'm at it. You will not be able to walk for days, that as a promise, but I will make an extra effort in making sure that every single time you sit down, you will be reminded of how much I fucked you."
"Then what's stopping you?" You titled your head to the side.
"I will break you, My Love." He warned.
"And I will love it, Loki." You assured him. "I trust you with my body. If I didn't, I would have ran to the hills a long time ago."
He stood now, measured steps inching him closer to you until he finally halted right in front of you and you were stopping yourself from finally taking hold of him now.
"Give me a safe word."
"Pumpkin." You answered immediately and gasping as his hand had now replaced your own and you were finally growing closer to your much needed release. ~ You were a mess, Loki had realized as he continued to pound himself into you. His thrust a dangerously hard pace that you couldn't keep up with. But never once did he hear the safe word from your lips. You, who was painted with spit, sweat, and tears, was begging him for more and he continued on even as he demanded you to say your safe word, you still refused.
His eyes fell towards the bedside table, to where the anal plug rested. How he had discarded it hours ago by now, but had not yet gone through with his words of fucking you there. It scared him that it might just be the tipping point and you get hurt in the process too. So he tried to distract you as much as possible and you looked satisfied now, the dazed look in your eyes that still focused on him.
"Please Loki, fuck me in the ass already." It scared him sometimes how you could easily read his mind and his inner monologue when he wasn't paying attention.
In his life, he had perfected the mask that had brought fear and the constant uneasiness to the men that was under him and towards his own family, but you--you continued to crumble the walls he had made for himself. His perfectness in this cruel and messed up world. But he loved to destroy you, to turn you into this perfect mess for him to clean up, to care for, to live the rest of his messed up and far too dangerous life with.
He watched you shove him onto the bed, until he laid in his back. His eyes watched with what little strength you still had turned until you sat on his lap. His weeping cock gliding against the lips of your pussy from your movement. Your perky breast, glistening with sweat, the darkening marks from his lips and teeth slowly growing evident in the lights of the bedroom. His hands, roughly planted on one of his favorite part of your body, your waist.
"Please Loki." You whimpered, hands now playing with your nipples in front of him. A beautiful sight for him. "I want you in me." You continued, circling your waist and rubbing against him further.
He could come in that very instance, at your words. The effect it still had on him even as the years of knowing you. His kryptonite in this crazy world.
He watched you lean against him, one hand resting on his beating chest and the other holding onto his member. Lifting your waist up with his guidance and gently letting him through the sphincter until he was fully impaled inside of you. It felt different, no matter how much the lube and his finger had tried to loosen you up all night, there was a tightness that just felt so different. His eyes had been far too busy with the sight of fucking you this way that it didn't occur to him the discomfort in your eyes until after he looked up at you.
"Breath for me, My Love." He instructed, letting go of your waist and holding onto both of your hands now to give you as much support as you would need. "We have all night. Take it slow."
His grip on your hands ensured that your attention was on him. His mind was filled with nothing but the filthy thoughts of having your first in every sense of the word since he had first met you. He was your first everything; your first fuck, your first true love, the first guy you truly opened up to after all that had happened to your parents, and now this new first. He was the happiest man and the most selfish man to have ever lived in this world, lucky to have someone like you in his forsaken life.
"You look so good, My Love." He praised you. "You feels so good inside me." He continued, groaning at how quick you tighten around him just from his words.
You craned your neck back, showcasing your delicate neck, painted in his marks and the far too expensive necklace he had bought for your anniversary. A smile so proudly resting on his lips knowing it will be on full display for anyone to see in the café when you head back to work. How that would be his own little way to mark you as his own among other things.
"Move." You whimpered, shaky as you had gripped his hands. "Please move."
He tested with a quick thrust earning a whimpered from your lips. No longer did he see the pain on your face from the initial time. How you clenched on him like a vice and how your breath hitched for every miniscule movement he made. You were ready. Sitting up and taking you by surprise, he maneuvered you until your arms were now wrapped around his neck and his hands grasped onto your ass and fucking you in the same dangerous pace as before.
You bit your lips, the wetness painted his stomach as he continued on with his assault. You begged him over and over to fuck you harder and he could only comply to your wishes. It sent a shiver through his spine, how breathless you had been, words no longer coherent and your nails digging further onto his shoulder to the point of drawing blood. The sting was simply ignored as he was driving you to your god know what number of orgasm at this point.
"You're gonna cum for me?" He inquired, one hand now focusing on your neglected pussy. Rubbing you in time with his thrust. "Fucking look at me, Y/N." He demanded and as your dazed eyes meet his own everything else was just in full throttle, his hand having a life of his own and his hips were pistoling inside of you. Rearranging your guts at this point now. "Let go, My Love." He groaned slowly building up to his own release at this point.
You sobbed now, hands cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss as you finally let yourself go. Convulsing as Loki continued on with fucking until he found his own release. The lack of air and everything else in between finally allowed him to let go. Cum painting your insides, filling you right through the brim now. Pulling away from your grasp, he took a good look at you. How your face, caked in makeup was now a patchy mess, and he was guessing painted his own skin at this point but you still looked gorgeous. Anything you do and look you still did.
"That wasn't so bad…" You spoke, voice hoarse now shaky hands combing through his hear. "I need a shower but I don't think I can even stand after that." You groaned, legs wrapped around him.
"I'll take care of you." He promised, gently taking the necklace that was still miraculously intact after everything that happened tonight. "What do you want?" He inquired, smoothening out the wisp of hair on your face.
"A warm bath and some Pizza would be great right now." You requested and squealed when Loki stood up with you still inside of him.
"Your wish is my command." ~ With your head resting on your boyfriend's lap, the both of you had enjoyed the rest of the night eating greasy pizzas and watching a random chic flic on TV.
"There is also another gift I have for our anniversary." He points out out of the blue making your turn your head at him with brows raised. Here you thought the necklace was too much.
"Loki what did I say about gifts." You started but halted when he simply kissed your forehead and handed you his phone that showed a pdf file of something. "You're buying me a house and land?" You teased realizing it was a title of land.
"Something like that." He shrugged. "Remember that you and your Uncle are still making ends mean with rent for the past few months and refuse to make me help out."
Slowly things were making sense when you read pass through the rest of the documents in front of you. You sat up, ignoring the ache of your lower half as you met your boyfriend's eyes. The location was the exact same as the one where the café stood, and another plot of land where you and your Uncle had been talking about hopefully renting when you've both saved up to have a bakery. In all of the documents, it was named after you and after your Uncle. Nothing was named after Loki at all, no trace to connect him from you.
"What did you do, Loki?" You questioned finally turning to look at him and handing him back his phone.
"I want you and your Uncle to continue on with your dreams. This was both of your life's work and I want to help you out in whatever you need to make that happen. Whether you like it or not." He spoke. "Happy Anniversary, My Love."
Your bottom lips quivered before you tackled the man for a hug, peppering his cheeks with kissed before ending it was a kiss to his lips. It made you wonder still how lucky your stars had been in that moment when he had made his way to your café all those years ago. Who would have ever thought that a grumpy bastard like him would become this sweet and caring man that fucks you real good and does everything in his power to make you the happiest woman in the world.
"I fucking love you, Laufeyson." You muttered.
"You better, this are all expensive." He teased before pulling your right back into a kiss before both of your attention returned to the movie.
"If my lower half wasn't numb after you jackhammered me onto the bed, I'd fuck you again for this." You spoke all of a sudden.
"Don't start, Y/N." He warned and you could feel his growing erection.
You giggled nuzzling yourself further into his chest. This was, by far, the best Anniversary you ever had.