LYHOM: Ch 11: The Desk
Summary: Charlotte and Loki have a quickie on his desk. WC 3.5K
*Can be read as a one-shot
Warnings: 18+, dirty talk, demeaning language, silencing, smut
Masterlist / Ao3
Charlotte had barely stepped across the threshold of his office when his hands were on her, strong fingers grasping at her waist and pulling her against the hard cock constrained beneath expensive fabric. He was as wound up as she was today.
His lips claimed hers with an intensity that made her knees weak, and she heard herself giggle into his mouth as he reached behind to lock the door. Her body responded instantly to his touch, a rush of heat flooding her core as she pressed herself against the hardness of his body, pleased at his lack of a suit jacket today.
Classical music played softly from his record player in the corner, the gentle melody a stark contrast to the urgency of their need to fuck each other. Vivaldi, Charlotte realized distantly, recognizing the piece.
“I couldn’t focus during your lecture yesterday,” Charlotte admitted as Loki kissed her neck, and her hands slid up his chest to feel the firm muscles beneath his shirt. “All I could think about was this...”
“I noticed.” She could feel his arrogant smile against her skin. “Your cheeks flushed every time I looked your way. Did you think of my mouth on you? My tongue tasting your sweetness while you struggled to stay quiet?”
His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, dampening her panties more as her body prepared itself for him. “Yes,” she gasped, unable to lie. Her honesty was rewarded with another searing kiss and deep groan from him.
With practiced ease, Loki maneuvered her backward across the room, groping her ass as he pushed her towards his desk. She delightedly ran her palms down the expanse of his back, feeling the shift and play of his shoulders as he moved against her.
Her lower back hit the wood of his desk, and he broke their kiss, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. His own were dark with desire, the blue nearly swallowed by his dilated pupils. A few strands of black curl fell across his forehead in a way that made him look younger, wilder.
“Now, kitten, I’m going to fuck you senseless, and you’re going to be quiet.”
Kitten?! The use of a nickname combined with filthy words caused Charlotte’s heart to hammer against her ribs.
“Yes, sir,” she managed, her voice already trembling with anticipation. She was going to try her hardest to be quiet, but she knew it would be difficult.
His fingers deftly found the zipper of her skirt and drew it down with her panties in practiced ease. A gasp escaped her lips as her wet pussy was exposed to the cool air, and she smiled up at him. He returned her expression with a wicked smile, and she clenched her thighs together.
Loki pulled the hem of her sweater, his touch leaving trails of heat against her skin as he slowly pushed the soft fabric upward. Unlike the quick disposal of her skirt, he took his time with this, savoring the gradual reveal of her body, a slow unveiling that heightened her anticipation.
Charlotte stood before him in only her black lace bra, which she had deliberately chosen for today. She loved this one– the delicate fabric cupped her breasts, offering them up like a gift to him. Despite her heartbeat loudly drumming in her ears, a surge of pride swelled within her as his eyes darkened at the sight, his lips parting slightly in appreciation.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Charlotte felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, her body responding to his approval as much as to his touch. Loki easily removed her bra, the lace joining the growing pile of discarded clothing, leaving Charlotte completely bare before his hungry gaze.
With a fluid motion, Loki lifted her onto his desk. She settled back, propping herself up on her elbows, a position that thrust her breasts forward in unconscious offering. Loki accepted the invitation without hesitation, his head bowing to her chest, his mouth finding her flesh with urgency.
His lips and tongue moved messily across her skin as though he couldn’t get enough of her taste. The sensation of his hot, wet tongue finding her nipple made her head fall back, her eyes fluttering closed as pleasure coursed through her. He licked and sucked with single-minded dedication, the suction creating a direct line of sensation from her breast to her aching cunt, where wetness pooled and gathered.
One hand came up to cup and massage the breast not currently receiving attention from his mouth, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a pressure that balanced expertly on the edge between pleasure and pain. His thumb brushed across her nipple in teasing circles before pinching lightly, causing her hips to buck, her pussy clenching with need.
A breathy gasp escaped her as he grazed his teeth lightly over the sensitive peak, and Loki paused in his ministrations to look up at her, a warning clear in his expression. Charlotte bit her lip, nodding.
“Down,” he gently commanded as he pushed her chest down, her back slowly laying on the desk that had warmed under the sunlight. His stare traveled over her body with palpable heat– he looked at her as though she were a feast laid out for his pleasure, a delicacy to be savored and devoured. It made Charlotte want to simultaneously shrink and disappear and moan loudly like a wanton whore.
Looking up at Loki as he stood between her spread legs, his usually perfect appearance had begun to fray at the edges– his hair loosening from its styled perfection, his cheeks flushed with desire, his breathing noticeably quicker.
The afternoon light caught in his dark hair, highlighting strands that appeared almost blue-black in certain angles. His eyes, so often cool and distant, now burned with an intensity that stole her breath. God how she wanted to see his body, his muscles rippling and tensing as he fucked her hard. She watched as he unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard length out, which sent a jolt of anticipation through her.
Loki’s hands moved to her legs, grasping her calves with firm pressure and lifting them to rest on his clothed shoulders. He entered her in one swift thrust, his cock easily breaching her tight hole.
“Oh god…” she gasped, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface of his desk.
The sudden fullness, the delicious stretch of her body accommodating his impressive size, caused Charlotte’s eyes to widen and her back to arch off the desk. It was overwhelming, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that erupted from her as he filled her completely. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever get used to how big he was.
Loki’s eyebrows furrowed as he withdrew slightly, only to thrust forward again with deliberate precision. “Quiet,” he commanded, his voice a harsh whisper that somehow carried more authority than a shout.
Charlotte felt her inner walls clench around him, a reflexive response to the exquisite pressure against that perfect spot inside her. Her eyes, unfocused, drifted to the tiled ceiling, and she wondered briefly if anyone walking in the hall could hear them, but the thought was quickly swept away by another precise thrust. Who fucking cares.
“Such a dirty bitch,” he darkly chuckled as he began pounding into her rhythmically, the desk creaking slightly with each movement. “Laying here spread out for your professor. For me to fuck as I want…have my way with…” She bit back another moan as he fucked her hard and fast; he wasn’t going slow today.
Loki’s hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his large palms cupping and massaging them. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, circling the sensitive peaks and pinching them.The dual stimulation– his cock filling her completely at this angle, his hands working her breasts– was almost too much to bear. Charlotte felt her eyes drift close, surrendering to the tide of pleasure washing over her, allowing herself to be carried away.
“Look at me while I’m fucking you,” Loki ordered, through harsh pants.
Her eyelids shot open immediately, her gaze meeting his. His eyes were wild, untamed, like those of an animal— it was so fucking hot.
She watched his face as he fucked her, mesmerized by the intensity of his expression, the flush spreading across his cheekbones, the way his jaw clenched with effort. “You feel that, kitten?” he growled, his voice dropping even lower. “Feel how perfectly you take me? How your tight little cunt grips my cock like it was made for it?”
Charlotte nodded, unable to form words. She bit back another moan as Loki fucked her hard and fast, his rhythm unrelenting as the wet slaps of their flesh echoed around them. His hands trailed down over the taut plane of her stomach, fingers splaying wide. One hand moved to grip her hip while a thumb reached her clit, finding the swollen bud with precision and applying just the right pressure.
The sudden, additional stimulation caught Charlotte off guard, sending a pulse of such intense pleasure through her that she couldn’t contain the wanton cry that spilled from her lips. In an instant, Loki’s hand shot forward, covering her mouth firmly with his palm.
“I thought I told you that you need to be quiet,” he spat, the words were delivered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with the effort of maintaining his own control as his hips maintained their punishing rhythm.
Against his hot palm, Charlotte moaned again, the restriction only intensifying the pleasure coursing through her. There was something deeply erotic about being silenced this way, she was going to come any minute. Fuck. The scent of his skin filled her nostrils with each slutty pant.
Charlotte’s eyes remained locked with Loki’s, unable to look away even if she wanted to. His thumb moved more insistently against her clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, creating a perfect symphony of stimulation that had her climbing rapidly toward climax. Charlotte could feel the tension building, a coiling pressure that demanded release. Her inner walls clenched around him involuntarily, drawing a hiss of pleasure from between his teeth.
Loki shifted his weight forward, his body leaning over Charlotte’s as he braced a forearm on the desk beside her head. She cried out into his hand from the sensation– her legs still draped over his shoulders but now pressed closer to her chest, opening her even further to his relentless invasion. She felt split in half, the angle was brutal but exquisite. Her hands moved unconsciously to his arms, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
This new position shifted him deeper inside, and his thrusts became more insistent, more focused. Charlotte could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it pistoned in and out of her with relentless precision, her body stretched around his thickness.
Loki’s face hovered inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin, his hand still firmly clamped over her mouth. The proximity was overwhelming– he surrounded her completely, his presence inescapable, his dominance absolute. He bared his teeth as he rammed into her, his expression feral. Sweat dampened his brow, causing inky strands to cling to his forehead.
Sweat tickled her skin, gathering in the hollow of her throat and between her breasts, making her body slide against the desk with each powerful thrust. The intensity in her abdomen built rapidly, her muscles tightening as Loki’s cock abused her g-spot relentlessly. Each thrust seemed more powerful than the last, his rhythm becoming less controlled, more urgent.
“You like this, don’t you?” Loki asked in between low grunts, his hand gently squeezed around her mouth. “Having to keep quiet while I fuck this tight little pussy of yours? The fear that if someone were to hear you, we’d be caught?” His filthy words made her tighten around him. She knew she should feel shame, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
A muffled “mmhmm” in agreement was all that Charlotte could muster, fighting her eyes from fluttering closed as the coil inside tightened.
“And what if I tied you up?” he continued. “You’d fucking love that, wouldn’t you, kitten? Bound and at my mercy, unable to move while I take my pleasure from you, while I explore every inch of this delicious body.”
She nodded as she looked into his wild blue eyes. She wanted him to tie her up, fuck her, use her, do anything he wanted to her. The muscles in her thighs tensed, and a sharp heat spread throughout her body.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice strained with his own approaching climax. “Come for me, kitten. Let me feel you. Show me how good I make you feel.”
That pushed her over the edge. Charlotte’s orgasm ripped through her with devastating intensity, a tidal wave of pleasure that crashed over her without mercy. The world dissolved around her as her eyes closed tightly, reality fragmenting into pure sensation– heat and pressure and ecstasy radiating from her core outward until even her fingertips tingled with it. Her muffled cries of ecstasy were swallowed by Loki’s palm as she convulsed around him, her inner walls clenching rhythmically, drawing him deeper into her body.
The rhythmic clenching of Charlotte’s cunt around him proved to be Loki’s undoing. Each pulse of her orgasm gripped his cock in exquisite pressure, a milking sensation that pushed him rapidly toward the edge. His rhythm faltered momentarily as the first wave of his own climax approached, his hips jerking forward in an unconscious bid to bury himself deeper within her welcoming heat.
Loki gave one final, powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt within her as he came with a barely contained groan that reverberated through her chest. His body trembled slightly as the waves of pleasure washed through him, his hips making small, unconscious movements that prolonged his release. Charlotte’s oversensitized flesh registered each tiny motion, each pulse of his cock inside her sending ripples of aftershock through her still-quivering body. Deep, ragged breaths filled her ears as his head fell next to hers, his loosened curls tickling her cheek.
Loki’s hand slipped from her mouth, and Charlotte gulped in air, her chest heaving as she tried to regain her composure. Her eyes slowly opened, the cream colored walls coming into her periphery as they remained joined, heartbeats slowing as they came down from their high.
To Charlotte’s surprise, a low chuckle escaped Loki’s lips, warm breath cascading over the damp skin of her shoulder. The vibration of his chest against hers sent delicate aftershocks through her still-sensitive body. She felt herself laugh in response, a breathless, intimate sound that bubbled up from somewhere deep and unguarded within her. Their quiet laughter mingled in the sunlit air between them while the soft classical music played in the background.
Loki adjusted his belt and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, watching as Charlotte collected her clothing off the floor with wobbly legs, still shyly covering her body with her hands when she could.
He allowed himself to enjoy the view, appreciating how the late afternoon sun played across her body, catching the subtle sheen of sweat still visible on her skin. There was something particularly satisfying about watching her reassemble herself after he had so thoroughly taken her apart. His body hummed with a pleasant exhaustion, muscles loose and mind clear in a way that only ever followed particularly satisfying sex.
“Well, thanks, Loki. That was fun,” she said, her voice carrying that particular blend of satisfaction and awkwardness that followed their encounters. Loki watched as Charlotte pulled her panties back on. The thought of his cum pooling in between her thighs as she sat in her next class sent a new wave of heat through him.
“Oh it was my pleasure, kitten. Although for someone who was instructed to be quiet, you weren’t particularly successful.” Loki gracefully walked to his tea cart, poured a glass of water, then took a seat on the couch.
A blush crept across her cheeks, but her lips curved into a smile as she focused on clasping her bra. “Maybe you should try harder to keep me quiet next time.”
“Is that a challenge, Miss Baker?,” he replied, enjoying the playful defiance in her expression.
Her grin widened. “Maybe.”
“Well I would enjoy taking you up on that.” Loki raised his glass to her before savoring a sip of the cold water.
She snickered as she glanced at him while she smoothed out her sweater and attempted to tame her wavy brown hair. Norns she was cute. Loki felt a swell of amusement and maybe guilt? This young woman was putting herself back together after he had just bent her in half and fucked her ruthlessly– the least he could do was have a casual conversation with her.
“Did you do your reading?,” he asked, immediately regretting his unintentionally professional tone. Of course she did.
“Of course I did, Professor,” she replied, winking at him as before she took a long drink from the water bottle she brought.
“And what did you think?”
“Well I thought it was really interesting and totally against what people– humans– thought about how you influenced Norse mythology.” He watched as she pulled out a small compact mirror and reapplied her rose-colored lipstick with practiced precision.
“But of course Dr. Folger would probably disagree,” she continued in an annoyed tone. “What’s his deal, anyway?”
“Do you mean that terrible combover?,” he joked as she perched on the arm of the leather couch, her posture relaxing. It didn’t go unnoticed to him that she chose not to sit on the couch near him.
“No, his deal with you. I mean, he basically said those of us in both classes have to ignore what we learn in yours. He just seems so...miserable?”
Loki considered her question, and looked down to the swirling water in his glass. “Well that is my fault, I’m afraid.”
“Why?”
“Well, I exist,” Loki said with a slight shrug. “His entire career had been based on the myths around my family. When we first met, he was incredibly unwelcoming. And I wasn’t exactly forgiving, either. I may have… provoked…him on occasion.”
The memory made him wince internally. Folger had spent decades building theories about the psychological symbolism of the Loki myths, only to have the actual god appear and render his life’s work obsolete. Loki had even sent the man an annotated copy of his own published works with merciless critiques in the margins.
“I get that his life changed– all of ours did when Thor came down here. But you’re Loki Laufeyson, with thousands of years of stories to tell. How incredibly fortunate as a scholar to have the actual source to talk to! I can’t believe he wouldn’t be excited about that!” He felt a beam of pride in her indignation on his behalf. Probably just post-sex hormones.
“Yes, well, I think he saw the reveal of our existence as a personal affront to his life’s work,” Loki explained, watching the play of emotions across her face.
“Imagine dedicating decades to understanding something, building your reputation on your unique interpretation, only to discover that your fundamental assumptions were wrong. It’s not merely academic for someone like Folger. His identity, his sense of self, is deeply entwined with his expertise.”
Her brow furrowed in thought, creating a small line between her eyebrows. Why did that comment appear to bother her?
“For him, it was an existential crisis. If he was wrong about something so fundamental to his life’s work, what else might he be wrong about? What meaning does his contribution have if the very subject of his study contradicts his conclusions?”
Charlotte’s expression softened as she absorbed his explanation. “That actually makes me feel a little sorry for him,” she admitted, then quickly added, “But he’s still a terrible teacher.”
Loki laughed, “On that point, we are in complete agreement. And while I find Dr. Folger’s attitude irritating, it’s hardly the worst slight I’ve endured in my long existence. So I decided to hold back my opinions and life experiences around him, and he ignores me. He seems to appreciate that arrangement, and we have had no more quarrels.”
Charlotte studied him, her hazel eyes thoughtful. “You know, for someone who’s supposedly a cruel jerk, you can be surprisingly understanding…"
Loki felt a flare of discomfort in his chest. “Careful, kitten. Do I need to gag you with my tie?” he replied, pivoting his tone to a sexual nature.
“Promises, promises…,” she giggled softly as she hopped off of the couch, throwing him a flirty smile as she walked towards her bag.
Surprised at her abrupt end to the conversation, Loki set his glass down and stood to escort her out of the room.
“Have a good weekend, Professor,” Charlotte said with a final warm glance as she reached for the door.
“You, too, Miss Baker,” he responded with a nod. As the door closed behind her, Loki allowed himself a moment of reflection. She was going to be more trouble than he anticipated. And he was going to enjoy every minute.
-> Chapter 12- Denial
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