Ok, ok, I had another idea. Ftm!bratty!Loki, dumbification, hair pulling, him using his magic to tease us, need I say more?
i can just see it now; loki using his magic to tease because you’re ‘too busy’ to tend to him at the moment.
with you working from home and all, you still had to do actual work and loki wouldn’t be too fond of it. he’d sit beside you and pretend he was interested but in reality.. he was thinking of ways he could tile you up.
it would start with small feather-like touches along your cock at first, and then gradually it would start to feel like you were being palmed.
your first thought is to turn to loki, who’s staring at you mischievously with a faux innocent smile on his face.
(you’d genuinely just have to break the brat from there; you’d have to reduce him to a nonsensical babbling mess. and even then, he’d be obedient and good for you for a couple days max.)
you’d pull the little brat onto your thigh and use your non-dominant hand to grab a handful of his hair. he’d inhale sharply and you’d be able to feel his his pathetic cunt drip onto your thigh. his magic halts dramatically as his breathing gets heavier.
“loki, my love, this isn’t the way to get my attention.” you tell him, and his smile returns to his face. “i’d say it got your attention quite well… no?” he grins, subtly grinding himself along your thigh.
you knew what game he was trying to play at; it wasn’t gonna end well for your dumb baby.
you hum, letting go of his hair and he frowns. you manage to be able to work around him, placing your hands on the keys of your laptop. “wha- no, what are you doing?” he questions, clearly in some sort of distress.
“i’m working love.. just like how i was when you decided to tease.” you explain, letting your eyes flicker from the papers scattered along your desk and back to your document. “you wanna get off? do it yourself.” you murmur and promptly proceed to ignore the man perched on your right thigh.
he starts to grind and moves slow along your thigh. he sniffles, tears gathering behind his eyes. actually focussing on your work becomes harder.. how could you focus when you had a lap full of a whimpering and whining loki with a cunt that needed to be filled?
“help me, please? need- haah, need your attention,” he whimpers, his cunt steadily leaking against your thigh. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he cries out, clutching at your waist as his hips stutter and tremble.
he’s getting frustrated. riding your thigh is providing him with friction but it isn’t quite enough. “oh, sweetheart. you cant do it yourself can you? my dumb little baby can’t get off without my help..” you tease, finally touching him and slipping a hand underneath his underwear to rub at his clit. “just be good and let me help you,” you whisper, applying pressure and enjoying the way he wails.
