Summary: Stark University 2024. Headmaster tony Stark has thousands of beautiful women at his beck and call. Including you. The only way to get a financial aid deal from him , was to pledge your services to him for a one time exclusive event- a cocktail party. And you get assigned to the quietest one of all. But you know what they say. Quiet in the streets, freak in the sheets! Robert Bruce Banner comes alive when he meets the sexy Y/N.
Professor!Bruce Banner X Black! Teacher’s Assistant!Reader X Professor Loki! X Professor Stark
WARNINGS: p in v/ cunnilingus/ daddy kink/ soft dom vibes/ lap dances/blindfolds/hints of shibari
You had never been so desperate for money before. But between going back to school, for your accelerated Masters of Business, and your job, you were still short on what you needed. So you scrolled through craigslist for a couple hours until you found it. You just thought of it as being creative about how to get your money.
The AD: Female seeking Females for fun night out. Escorts will be paid $45 an hour. We are looking for all types of women. Apply here to Alianovna Escorts, a female owned and female run escort service. The pay is $45 an hour, for a three hour gala event .
A week later, you were checking your emails when you saw a response from the craigslist ad. A woman named Natasha Alianovna was reaching out, asking to schedule a video interview for the position. You had time in between your classes for a quick video. You quickly put on mascara, lipstick and eyeliner before the call. She was a gorgeous woman herself, with bright auburn hair and shapely lips She immediately smiled widely when she saw you.
“You know, it takes all types to make this world run.”, she said beginning the call.
“ You are so naturally gorgeous! And I love your simple look.” You blushed at the compliment.
“So if you’re interested, your job would just be to converse, and talk, and keep the client comfortable for the evening. It will be mixed company, other young ladies there, like yourself, and never alone with just the men. Are you interested?”
You hesitated before adding, “ I’m considering.”
Natalia laughed and smiled again. “With your innocent look, I know just the guy to pair you with. A Professor type. not to handsy. Into his books and conversation. You’re just a beginner and we want to make sure you feel safe.”
It didn’t sound too bad when she put it like that. You found yourself smiling in agreement.
“Oh! He’ll be so excited to meet you. But don't worry he’s not the handsy type.”
Natasha explained the security detail would be attending the gala, and present in every room, to make sure her escorts stayed safe. It seemed like a smooth operation. And again, you would be getting paid more than you ever have your whole life, just for one night.
The tickets for the Gala had to be picked up the night before the Gala. You had to rush from work, over to Natasha’s office, inside a posh modern skyscraper in the center of downtown’s business district. At least it provided you a public place to meet Natasha before the Gala event.
You wore a dark blue dress, with navy kitten heels, as you walked into the office building she had directed you to. You signed in at the front desk, and waited for Natasha’s entrance. In less than 5 minutes she came out of her office in a white pencil dress , with white louboutin heels when she finally marched out. She recognized you immediately and greeted you with the European cheek bump kiss on each side, before guiding you to her office. She offered you water and soda, before she began her final spiel. “So last time we spoke you seemed a little hesitant at first. And I just wanted to check in and see if you wanted to forget it or go ahead and attend the gala as an escort.”You assured her you were still interested before she handed you a red envelope with your ticket and parking pass for the event.
The date of the gala came sooner than you expected. You rose in the morning and went to work, but you packed an extra lunch and brought your gala dress in a dry cleaning bag with you in the morning. Your dress and shoes, were a vibrant purple, as was your purse and earrings. You kept the makeup simple with mascara, bronzer, eye liner, and lipstick.
After a long day of being screamed at by irate customers, you were glad to have a party to look forward to. You waited until you clocked out and then headed to the bathroom with your change of outfit and makeup. Your purple outfit fit snugly , show casing your lovely hips and shapely legs, tapering to a nice rounded toe. You hoped he would like your outfit whoever he was.
Sharing an excerpt from "Lay Your Hands On Me", my Professor Loki multi-chapter fic coming out in 2025. I decided to finish writing it before posting, which sucks for me- I want to share it! So here's a little taste, I can't wait till I can share the whole thing with you guys 😘.
LMK if you want to be on the taglist for it! 💚
Loki swiftly walked through his foyer, and with a practiced flick, his keys spiraled through the air, landing with a clink on the small table in the corner. He had spent his whole drive home thinking about Charlotte. His guilt over their confrontation gnawed at him—a subtle sting beneath the surface—but it paled in comparison to the more insistent throbbing in his pants.
The house was silent around him, and he could almost hear the blood pulsing in his veins, each heartbeat a drumroll punctuating the thoughts of Charlotte that danced provocatively through his thoughts.
He quickly made his way to his bedroom, unbuckling his pants as he walked into the shadows. The dim light offered a sanctuary of sorts, a place where he could entertain these thoughts without the piercing clarity of daylight to cast judgment upon them. He laid down on his large bed with determination to relieve this pressure, this ache that was inside of him.
She was smart, passionate, and fiery, and he liked it. While at first she irritated him, he now felt his whole body alight with lust. That fierce glint in her eyes sparked something primal within him, igniting a flame where only embers had smoldered for far too long. The way she had bent over and pointed her finger at him angrily had caused an involuntary shudder through him, and a twitch of arousal he couldn't suppress.
"Once," he whispered into the darkness, a promise or a plea, he wasn't certain, as he released his pulsing cock from its confines, the cool air of the room kissing his heated skin.
Would it be so bad if he slept with her?
You can’t fuck the students. They explicitly told you that when you were in training.
Loki chuckled to himself as his length hardened more while his large hand stroked it. Of course he'd be attracted to a student. This was simultaneously the best and worst thing that could happen. A temptation, a change in this monotonous life. The hunger within him stirred, a restless beast prowling the confines of his soul. It was desire, pure and unadulterated, mingled with the tang of danger.
Oh this is bad, he thought to himself with a wicked grin, as he tightened his grip on his needy cock while he rhythmically pumped it.
A thousand years, a thousand more
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths
A million names but only one truth to face
A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point, this single flame
This single haunted memory of your face
I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
And on and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
'Til you love me
@sorceress-queen I probably already shown you this song but for me its one of the most Morloki songs ever. It counts for both Queen and modern Morgana.
dom Professor Loki x sub gender neutral afab reader
Summary: You are in a situationship with your professor. During ovulation you get unbearably needy. Since your professor is too busy to help you, you make an impulsive decision...
Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, mention of spanking, (almost) hooking up with an ex 😬, Loki referred to as daddy 🫠, Loki’s pronouns switch
If you like this fic, please comment or reblog!
Thank you @jiyascepter for making the dividers and @jiyascepter and @divine-knight-hand for proofreading! If I made any more errors, please lmk!
Fuck. You knew it was coming, but you didn’t expect it to hit you this hard, this soon. You were ovulating, and with it came unbearable horniness. The fire between your thighs consumed you, and all you could think about was him. About how his shirt clung to his skin, showing off his lithe body and ass, how he looked between your thighs, strands of his hair tickling your skin as he licked at you, moaning at your taste, and above all how perfect his cock was, his size and beauty never ceasing to take your breath away.
You had tried to ease the ache time and time again, your fingers plunging inside your core and flicking at your bud, bringing you to climax. But every time, once your climax ebbed away, you were left with a need even worse than before.
You debated texting her, going back and forth in your mind, but after another failed attempt to satisfy yourself, desperation took over.
You: I need you.
You: Daddy.
You waited, your heart pounding wildly in your chest as you stared at the screen. You’ve had his number for a while but you’d never texted her before, not like this. Anytime you fucked, or made any sexual contact, it was either in his office, on their desk, or in her bed.
In about a second the dots appeared on your screen. He was typing a response. You held your breath, anxious thoughts racing through your mind. Were you too forward? Was she disgusted by you? Maybe they won’t like you anymore-
Professor Laufeyson: What is it that you need, sweetheart?
You released the breath you had been holding. Your heart was still racing, but not in the same way as before. No, this feeling matched the one stirring in your core.
You: I need you to fuck me.
Loki was sitting at a desk, grading a paper, when his phone alerted him. Loki opened her phone, and when she saw the message you sent her, her eyes widened. You had never sent her a text like this before. Not that they disliked it. No, quite the opposite. She felt her cock harden, thinking of your pretty pussy, how wet it would be for him. They imagined eating you out, sinking their cock into-
He shook his head, dispelling the thoughts. As much as they would like to indulge their thoughts, indulge in you, they had piles of tests left to grade. They send you a text.
Professor Laufeyson: Sorry honey, I’m going to be busy for a couple of hours. Until I’m done, I’ll let you play with your pretty pussy.
Your heart sank as you read their response. You weren’t sure you could wait that long. But you wanted to be good for him, always wanted to please him.
You: Okay, Daddy. Thank you.
You refrain to tell him you already have played with your pussy many times. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.
Three hours passed, and you were still as unsatisfied. You needed something, anything, to quench the burning in your core.
You: I know you’re busy Daddy, but I can’t wait anymore.
Professor Laufeyson: I told you to wait, didn’t I? I can’t fuck you until I’m done. Do whatever you need to do get yourself off until then.
As soon as Loki pressed send, he cursed to himself.
They didn’t mean to be cross with you, but they were exhausted. She still had piles of tests to grade, and she wouldn’t rest until she was done. He knew it was worth it to sink his cock into your perfect, wet cunt at the end of the night.
Tears welled in your eyes. You shouldn’t have been so needy, should have been good and waited. An idea hit you. You knew it was bad, knew you shouldn’t. But you didn’t have any other choice. You weren’t technically exclusive, never even discussed anything more than sex. And she said you could do whatever you want to get yourself off, right?
Half an hour later, you were knocking at your ex’s door. They didn’t even blink when you open the door: they know exactly why you’re here. They pulled you inside and onto their couch, straddling you and making out with you. Then your phone ringed. You glanced at the caller id. It’s Loki.
“Who’s that?” your ex’s eyes narrowed.
“No one,” you stammered. “One minute, I have to take this.”
You left before they could respond, stepping out into the frigid air. You wrapped your arms around yourself, freezing. You were wearing nothing but a jacket and a short skirt, with lingerie underneath. You weren’t thinking rationally when you left your apartment, too overtaken by desperation to think straight. You let out a shaky breath as you tapped your screen, partly because of the cold and partly because of fear. You swiped the answer button before you could lose your nerve, putting your phone up to your ear.
“Professor-“
“I’m sorry darling,” he interrupted, his voice laced with exhaustion. “I shouldn’t have been so harsh, I was just tired and frustrated because of work.”
“I know Professor,” you said. “You don’t have to apologize.”
“I’m coming to your apartment now.”
“Professor wait-“
“Who’s on the phone?” You didn’t hear your ex walk up behind you until they wrapped their arms around your waist.
“Who’s that?” Loki asked, sounding shocked, but also furious.
As soon Loki had finished grading the last paper, he grabbed his coat and got in his car. She needed to see you nearly as much as you did, wanting nothing more than to let off steam by pounding into you until you screamed her name.
They called you to let you know they were coming, but also to apologize. He regretted that goddamn text the minute he pressed send. When you forgave her, the guilt washed away. Then she heard another voice, and her heart dropped. Their voice was dreamy and breathless, in a way only a kiss from your pretty, perfect lips could cause. He reminded himself you didn’t belong to him, could fuck anyone you wanted, but it didn’t stop the sorrow and pain in his chest. She wanted you to be hers, wanted to wake up to see you in her bed every morning, to whisper loving words and praise in your ear every night. They never had the courage to ask, and besides, you were their student. Insecurity washed over him. Had you fucked someone else while you were with him? Was she not enough for you that you had to sleep with someone else?
“I have to go,” he heard you say, and heard the other person protest behind you as you walked away.
“Professor, I’m so sorry.”
“Who was that?” Their voice cracked. They knew they had no right to be so jealous, so hurt, but they couldn’t help it.
“No one.”
“Try again,” Loki used his dominant voice, his voice deeper and commanding.
“My ex. I’m sorry Professor. I was really needy and I made an impulsive decision. They mean nothing to me, not like you mean to me.”
“What do you mean, not like I mean to you?” Loki’s voice was teasing and light, not like the desperation she felt inside. She wanted to know you cared about her like she did, wanted you to say that you love her. Love. The word hit him hard. He loved you.
It took several minutes for you to respond, but to Loki it felt like hours. She waited, hoping and praying that you said those three words but despairing that you wouldn’t.
When he finally heard your voice it was soft. “I love you.”
You were a block away from your ex’s house. You kept walking, trying to get farther away from the mistake you made with every step you took. Regret and guilt settled on you like a heavy weight dragging you down.
When Loki found out, your heart broke at the pain in Loki’s voice. You never wanted to disappoint them, to hurt them. Your voice trembled in response.
When Loki asked you what they mean to you, you didn’t know how to respond. You knew the answer, instinctively, but were too afraid to voice it. But you wanted to be honest with him. He deserved that.
Your heart raced wildly as you waited for her to respond, whether she would reject you or return your affection. All you got was, “I’ll be at your place in 3. Meet me there.”
Loki waited outside your apartment door, leaning against it with their hands in their pockets. They tried to appear nonchalant, when in reality they were bursting with joy. You loved them. She didn’t remember the last time she felt this happy. He couldn’t respond over the phone, had to see you in person, make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
When he saw you coming, in that sexy little outfit, he felt a mix of lust and concern. They wanted to scold you for wearing so little in the frigid night air, but also bend you over and mark your ass.
Loki pushed those thoughts away as you approached her. You were shivering, goosebumps visible on your bare arms. Loki, on instinct, wrapped their coat around your trembling form, and you thanked him softly. Loki ached to know what you were thinking, what you were feeling.
Loki took a deep breath, gathering their nerves. Before he could speak you said-
“Would you like to come inside?”
Right. Of course. She thanked you as you unlocked the door with trembling fingers, whether from the cold or something else, Loki didn’t know. She couldn’t help the dirty thoughts that came with that question. Innocent in nature as it was, now all he could think about was cumming inside of you.
You hung up their coat, and walked over to your couch, sitting down and beckoning them to sit next to you. Loki obliged, crossing his long, toned legs. She noticed as your gaze drifted to her legs, the lust in your eyes as you shifted your gaze to his crotch. He didn’t bother to hide the small smirk that crossed his face. You trembled in response, and they noticed your thighs clenching. Their smirk widened.
A silence fell over you and Loki. Loki could sense your anxiety, from the way your muscles tensed and you were fidgeting with your fingers. They suppressed the urge to pull you into their lap and stroke their fingers through your hair, soothing you.
“So…” you said at last, taking a deep breath. “We should talk about what happened.”
“First, I need to ask,” Loki summoned up all his courage. “Did you mean what you said?”
You froze. Out of all the ways you expected this conversation to go, it wasn’t this.
“Yes, I do.”
You looked down, blinking back tears. Now was when they would reject you, stop this situationship because you broke the #1 rule, don’t develop feelings.
“Thank god.”
You looked up, blinking in surprise. Loki’s eyes were filled with a mix of emotions: relief, happiness, surprise, love. His usual steel walls had crumbled, relieving his most vulnerable, beautiful self.
Her next words were all it took to shatter your walls. “Because I love you too.”
The next thing you know, your lips were smashed against theirs. This kiss was different than all the rest, filled with love, vulnerability, and joy. You felt like you were floating on cloud 9. You ran your hair through his silky black locks, tugging gently. They moaned into your mouth.
When you had pulled away, you were both panting. Loki’s eyes had darkened, and they licked their lips as their hands dug into your waist possessively.
They picked you up effortlessly, and you clung to him as he carried you to his room. She laid you down on the bed gently, like you’re a delicate jewel.
“Now,” Loki’s lips curled into a smirk, the glint in their eyes a foretelling of what’s to come. “Lie down, and let me take care of my little love.”
Every fiber of your being ached to touch him, to rip his shirt off and make love to him. But you knew better than to disobey her. You lied down, spreading your legs wide so they could catch a glimpse of your dark green lingerie. Even though it wasn’t originally intended for his eyes, you wanted to show who claimed you, owned you, even in someone else’s bed.
Loki stripped slowly, teasingly. His shirt is the first to go. You ogled his muscled torso, drooling at his abs. She caught it and smirked. Their pants and boxers were next, and you licked your lips at their dick, large and fully erect.
“Like what you see darling?” She teased.
His smirk widened at your shy nod. “Your turn.”
You hesitated to take off your clothes, feeling insecure. But you trusted Loki. You rid yourself off your upper clothing, and the pure hunger in Loki’s eyes made you feel more confident. You moved to take off your panties, but Loki tutted.
“Let me, darling.”
They crawled on top of you, and you ran your fingers down his abdomen. They lowered their head and in one quick movement stripped you of your lingerie with his teeth.
Loki licked his lips at the sight of your gleaming, wet pussy. They wasted no time diving in, eating out your pussy like it was the last meal they’d ever have. You moaned shamelessly, grinding your pussy against his tongue. He moaned in approval. He bit down on your clit and you yelped. They looked up at you, a smug smile on their face.
“Daddy,” you whined, needing more.
“Yes baby?” You knew she knew exactly what you want, but she was going to make you say it. “What do you need from Daddy?”
“Need you to fuck me with your cock,” you spat out, the hungry look in their eyes making you tremble.
“Good.” The predator gleam in his eyes only intensified.
They pulled their mouth away from your pussy. You tugged her towards you and kissed her, tasting yourself on her tongue. She moaned into your mouth and cups your ass, squeezing lightly. Then they withdrew, making you whine.
He lined up his cock with your entrance and pushed in, and all coherent thoughts flew out of your head. All you could think about is them, the feel of them inside you, their hands caressing your ass, their beautiful green eyes filled with endless amounts of love and adoration, for you. Your heart felt like it could burst from all the love you held for the person in front of you. You loved them. The thought still felt surreal.
The scrape of Loki’s teeth against your neck brought you back to the present. “Stay with me,” she murmured, biting down. She soothed the stinf with her tongue.
“I’m here,” you said, bringing your eyes back to hers. You ran your fingers through his hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” he said back, kissing you deeply.
With every word, every thrust, you feel your climax approaching like a dam about to burst.
“Daddy-“
“I know,” she shushed you, kissing you again. “Come with Daddy, yeah?”
You nodded, pulling them even closer, your chests pressed together. “I love you.”
“I love you.” he said it like a promise. Their eyes closed, a beautiful moan escaping their lips. When her eyes opened, they were filled with love and lust. “Cum for me, darling.”
With those words your climax hit you. You screamed so loud you were sure the entire city heard it. “Loki!!”
Loki came with you, their cum coating your inner walls. They moaned your name loudly. His hair askew, his forehead gleaming with sweat, he’d never looked so beautiful.
Once he was spent, he fell against you. “I love you,” they whispered, pressing kisses to your chest and neck.
You lifted her head to look at you and kissed her lips. “I love you.”
You lay there for a few blissful moments, wrapped up in each other, like you were meant to be. You ran your hands through Loki’s hair as Loki lazily kissed your neck.
Loki had never felt more content than lying there in your arms. Unfortunately, she realized she had to get up. They halfheartedly untangled themself from your embrace. They looked down and chuckle at your cute, pouty expression. Adorable.
“I’ll be right back, sweetheart.” He kissed your forehead before pulling away completely, going into the bathroom to get a washcloth. When they came out, they pause, admiring your naked body spread across the bed. They are beautiful. And what’s more, you were theirs. Loki had never felt more grateful for anything in her life.
When you looked up and saw Loki standing across the room you pout, and Loki cooed internally at how cute you are. “How long have you been standing there, watching me?”
Loki shrugged. “Every moment feels like eternity when I am with you, my love.”
“Well stop standing over there and get over here.” You sat up, your pretty eyes focused on his.
Loki didn’t hesitate to cross the room to your side. They tapped your legs and you spread them immediately. So obedient. Your submission made his cock harden, but he ignored it. She cleaned your pussy and thighs. Soft moans left your mouth where the cloth touches your pussy and she longed to silence your moans with her tongue.
Once she cleaned you up she lay beside you and pulled you to her chest. They stroked your hair as you cuddled against them.
“Are you still mad at me?” You asked softly.
“No darling, I could never stay mad at you.” And it was true. Yes he was jealous earlier, but more than that, he wanted to protect you. And now that you were theirs, they would always protect you.
“Sometimes when I get really desperate I make impulsive decisions, I won’t again.”
“Sweetheart, it’s okay.” She rubbed her hand up and down your back, soothing your anxiety. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me. I love you, and I just want you to be safe.”
“What are we going to do now?” you interlaced your fingers with hers. They knew you were talking about their relationship, and the truth is, they didn’t know.
“I don’t know,” he said honestly. “But we’ll take it one step at a time. Okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled at her and kissed her. She cupped your face in her hand and kissed you back with all the love she has for you.
“I love you,” you said, resting your forehead against theirs.
“I love you too darling,” they said solemnly. “And I will always love you.” And they meant it. They’d never been happier than by your side. They would love, protect, and cherish you till the end of time.
18+ | contains smut, age gap (reader is over 21 though), oral and some unprotected sex
P2
“And so I decided to write my thesis on spiders because—” Peter spoke excitedly as he explained his assignment but you were too busy watching the new, tall, handsome professor walking down the corridor. He smiled politely at the other professors as he passed them, his perfect teeth showing slightly. He carried himself in a self assured manner, no room for self doubt as he swerved through the busy corridor of students. When he reached you, you made sure you were in his view, stepping in front of him slightly.
“Morning sir.” You smiled.
“Y/n.” He replied with a curt nod and a small smile as you tried to fight your excitement over the fact that he actually knew your name; not that you purposely ensured that he had it etched in his memory. Being top of the class and student body president really had it perks especially when the chair of the committee was none other than the dark haired Adonis.
“He is hot.” Kate spoke, ogling him as you turned around to face where he had paused outside of dean Starks office to speak with him.
“I’m going to fuck him.” You murmured.
“No you’re not. He’s your professor.” Kate snorted.
“Watch and learn Bishop, watch and learn.” You challenged, undoing a couple of the buttons on your blouse. “When I give you the signal, push into me.”
“What signal?”
“I’ll twirl my hair.” You stated before grabbing the books from Peters hand, who was still standing next to you both, and making your way to professor Laufeyson. You sauntered towards him, the sway of your hips catching his attention as he glanced over at you before you conveniently dropped the books you held onto the floor. Pausing his conversation with Stark, the professor made his way towards you before quickly helping you pick up the books. He stood up as you remained crouched on the floor before looking up at him through your lashes. “Thank you sir.” You smiled.
“No problem.” He replied as you stood, one of your fingers twirling in your hair as you rose. Like clockwork, Kate was quick to nudge you, pushing you into the professor before you fell against him, your hand on his chest. His hand found your lower back, steadying you before you looked up at him again, the scent of his aftershave filling your senses.
“Sorry.” You giggled, your free hand running down his chest slightly causing him to inhale sharply, his grip on you tightening for a split second, his gaze dipping to your lips before he pulled away.
Got him you smiled to yourself as a faint blush covered his cheeks.
“Um— no worries, no harm done.” He answered, clearing his throat before stepping past you and making his way towards his own office.
Entering the empty room, he locked the door and pulled the blinds down before making his way to his desk. Sitting at the chair, he undid his belt, feeling his trousers growing tighter to accommodate his growing erection. He knew it was inappropriate but he couldn’t help the tiny crush he had formed on you. It was something he could control, something he was able to push to the back of his mind but feeling your body against his, smelling your perfume, imagining your soft lips against his own, it was all too much. His hand delved underneath the elastic of his boxers before he pulled his cock out, exhaling contently when he finally began stroking himself. His hand ran up and down his shaft as his grip around it tightened as he thought about you.
“Come in.” He spoke, the door to his office knocking.
“I’ve been such a bad girl sir, I need to be punished.” You pouted, stepping towards him as the door closed behind you. “Do you want me on my knees?” Nodding, his lips curled up into a smirk as you sunk to you knees in front of him, hands quick to run over his bulge.
“What do you want?” He ordered, your hand palming his clothed cock.
“I want you to use my mouth.” You answered, licking your lips.
“F-fuck.” Loki exhaled, his orgasm consuming him as he imagined your lips around his cock instead of his hands. Coming down from his high, he mentally scolded himself. Touching himself thinking about a girl nearly half his age and it was only Monday morning.
By the time the following week rolled around, you were in the cafeteria with Kate and an excited Peter asking to take you to some sort of dance together as a couple. The sentiment was cute but the thought was sickening. How could you have eyes for anyone else when there was professor Laufeyson.
“Look Peter, I’m not going to some college dance, that’s childish.” You huffed. “I’m sure Kate will go with you.” You added, Kate giving you a deathly scowl.
“It won’t be childish, just go.” Kate suggested, not wanting to go herself.
“There’s not even going to be any sneaking of alcohol because we’re all legal adults, why would I want to go?” You scoffed before a nearby conversation caught your attention.
“Of course I don’t mind chaperoning.” Loki smiled, walking alongside dean Stark as they entered the cafeteria, eyes landing on you as soon as he did. He was quick to look away but he noticed you already looking at him.
“On second though, I think I will be going to this lame excuse of a prom.” You announced.
Attention to detail, that’s how you’d win him over tonight. You spent a while on your hair and makeup ensuring every last strand was in the right place. Instead of wearing a dress you already had, you opted on buying a new one, a skimpier one. This one was short, elegant, showed off all of your curves as well as accentuating your chest. You paired this with some heels and a matching set of earrings and a necklace. If he wouldn’t bang you, you were certain any other guy on campus would. You looked sexy.
You decided to go to the event alone considering it was only about ten minutes away from your accommodation. You walked in, already cutting your eye at all the guys that weren’t the professor until you finally spotted him. He did always look good but tonight, he looked exceptionally strapping. He had on a tux which alone gave men that fuck me energy so paired with his usual handsomeness, he looked irresistible. Luckily for you, he was stationed near the drinks meaning striking up a conversation with him would be easy. A small smile on your face, you made your way towards him.
“Hey sir, what you doing? Making sure no one spikes the punch bowl?”
As soon as he heard your voice, his breath hitched. How was it you had the voice of an Angel yet his thoughts about you were wildly inappropriate, especially when it came to thinking about how you’d sound moaning.
“Yes, but there are more harmful substances than alcohol.” He answered, looking at you, eyes running over your figure.
“Of course.” You agreed, reaching to get yourself a drink before he stopped you.
“Allow me.” He offered, pouring the drink before handing it to you. “So no alcohol tonight? I thought that was part of the occasion.” He joked.
“No.” You answered, accepting the drink.
“And no date.” He acknowledged, glancing around you. “I saw Peter earlier, I know you are both quite close.”
“Oh please” you snorted “me and Peter? No chance.”
“Oh really?” He answered, quirking a brow.
“No” you confirmed “in all honesty, I’m too tired to entertain little boys.” That made him laugh slightly. “I’m looking for someone a little older, more experienced.” You delved, observing his reaction which was to risk a glance at your chest as you leaned into him. He felt his trousers tightening as you practically undressed one another with your eyes. You leant a little closer before you spoke again. “I heard the older you are, the better you are in bed because you know exactly what you want.” You practically whispered in his ear as your hand subtlety ghosted his chest. “Exactly who you want.” You finished with an innocent smile as you pulled away from him and took another sip of your drink before leaving it on the table. “Thanks for the drink sir.”
You began walking out of the room, aware of his gaze on you as you swayed your hips purposefully. He was putty in your hands. Hot sexy putty. You walked through the corridor, smiling when you heard faint steps behind you only to have your breath taken away from you when the steps quickened before you were tugged into a storage closet. Before you had time to react or scream out or do pretty much anything, you felt lips crashing against yours. Opening your eyes you made out the professors frame before you deepened the kiss, head falling back against the wall as his lips moved down to your neck. You moved your head to the side allowing him further access. You felt his knee between your legs, nudging your core causing you to moan into the kiss.
“Someone more experienced.” He snickered against your skin, teeth grazing your neck. “You wouldn’t even know what to do with someone more experienced.”
“Wanna test that theory out?” You grinned, pushing him back slightly before dropping to your knees in front of him. Your hand ran up his thigh, smoothing over his bulge as he looked down at you approvingly. Your hands undid the button on his trousers before you pulled them down enough to reveal his hardening cock. You wrapped your hand around it, palming him as he allowed his eyes to close, taking in a sharp breath when he felt your tongue against his tip. You took him in further, cheeks hollowing around his length as one of his hands found the back of your head. He helped guide your moments as you sucked his cock, humming against him. He was so close, his fantasy coming true. He desperately wanted to cum, coat your breasts in his seed but he wanted to feel you first.
“That’s enough.” He spoke, removing his hand from your head as he pulled out of your mouth. “Take your panties off.” He commanded, looking down at your smudged makeup as you wiped a combination of his precum and your saliva from your face. Standing up, you removed the lacy thong before he snatched it away from you, pocketing them with a sly smile. “Bend over.” He added, gesturing to the small cabinet that was on the floor. Nodding, you bent over, hands holding the edge of the metal contraption as the professor snaked his hands around your waist. You could feel his length against your ass as you needly awaited his intrusion.
“Sirr.” You mewled, moving your hips.
“It’s Loki.” He answered.
“Loki” you repeated as he gripped his member, guiding it towards your entrance before he pushed in with one fell sweep. “Lokiii.”
Tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes as you tried to bite down your pleasured moans. He was hitting that perfect spot over and over again leaving you almost crying in rapture. He knew exactly how to swivel his hips, how to hold you. You lost all composure when his hand reached forwards, playing with your clit as he continued his deep thrusts. He was perfect. He felt perfect. Fucked you perfectly. He had ruined you for any guy your own age. His hand found your hair, pulling it as he thrusted a few more times before he came, your walls pulsating against him as he emptied into you. You were beyond sated.
He stayed like that for a few moments, catching his breath before pulling out of you, a combination of both your juices trickling down your thighs.
“I’m keeping the panties.” He spoke, sheathing himself again as you began standing up, pulling your dress down before he handed you a handkerchief which you accepted gratefully. “Perhaps you should have a keepsake too.” He suggested before removing his bowtie and putting it around your neck. “You should hurry home, wouldn’t want anyone seeing you looking so fucked out.” He smiled, wiping your chin before he turned and left the room.
Older men were confusing but definitely better in the sack you decided, staring into the space Loki had just occupied.
