Wick

Another bruising thrust has the man's vision blurring for a second; static invading the edges of his sight as the lengthy cock digging around in his guts forces yet another embarrassing noise out of him.

Every drag, every movement causes the wettest squelching you'll ever hear, partially from the lube, partially from two thick loads you'd already squeezed inside of his body. As Loki's forehead presses down on the table, his own twitchy cock prepares for a release he'd been denied twice before, drooling enough that it could already be mistaken for his release.

You promised him that he could cum, but only once you'd filled him three times. (And every multiple of three… but he doesn't need to know how much you intend to breed him upfront~) So, with your hips snapping forward in a broken rhythm, and soft grunts next to his ear, Loki greedily accepts your offer, awaiting the familiar surge of your seed before he paints the ground with his own, trembling all the way through.

“Gnngh… gods, you feel good…” you groan into the crook of Loki's neck.

He knows the words aren't empty praise — most of your weight is pressing him down, and you're drilling into him like a desperate mutt, with a grip so secure that he swears you're trying to embed your fingerprints into his sides. Whenever you aren't letting him know how deliciously wet he is around your cock, your praise comes through in whines against his shoulder, teeth grazing his pale flesh in tandem with your thrusts. Surely, it isn't all bravado.

The stickiness between Loki's legs gets worse as your wild pounding pushes more and more cum out of him, dripping down his legs and adding to the wet cacophony of noises. If you look down, you'd be able to see the myriad lines connecting yourselves, a sinful mixture of your own fluids and your lover's precum becoming one lewd mess. Were his hands not bound behind his back, he would be using them to add even more into the wet mix, stroking himself in time with your rough hip work.

Your voice cracks as you feel yourself nearing yet another orgasm, sweaty hair sticks to the edges of your face, and you hold Loki's hips tighter while you warn: “Haah– close a-again… going to… mmfh-!! B-breed you, fuuuck!!”

That warmth floods his entire body for the third time this evening. A flush of heat, creeping across his skin and stirring deep in the pit of his stomach.

‘Breed’. What a choice word for you to use — and a filthy one at that. Implying a sense of ownership, or type of procreation. …He'd be lying if he said that the implications of that didn't make his heart skip a beat. And the reaction between his legs isn't lost to you either…

Loki's breath hitches upon feeling your body come to a halt, burying your dick up to the hilt. Between three fat loads and your tip hammering them further inside, he's starting to feel bloated… if his belly bulges, wouldn't it look like he's…?

It's not particularly easy to piece his thoughts together with the way you're rutting into him, grinding so deep that his feet lift off the ground, but Loki manages to ask his question while catching his breath.

“That word you used, darling…” he swallows thickly, turning his head so you can hear him a bit clearer. “what was that about?”

Still connected by the hips, your dick already becoming soft after so much overuse, you tuck a lock of silky hair behind your beloved's ear. “You'll have to be more specific, love. I'm drawing a blank here.” an exhausted chuckle follows your sentence.

“I heard you use the term ‘breed’…?” he clarifies. An air of uncertainty in his words that you're not used to.

Hearing him actually say that out loud, well, you'd be crazy not to be a little hot and bothered. An embarrassing flush spreads beneath your skin at the reflexive twitch in your cock, and the realization that Loki probably felt it. “Oh, w-well… yes, that is the word I used…” you trail off. Your mind becomes lost amongst the various thoughts of your future, the expectations placed upon both your shoulders and your fiance's, and your own selfish desires.

A slight jingle followed by warm fingers curling around your wrist pulls you right out of your daze. That familiar touch that always grounds you when you're floating off in space.

“Out with it then, something has been bothering that pretty head of yours for days now.” Loki flips himself on the table. His gaze is expectant and slightly annoyed — as it usually is whenever you keep things from him, good or bad.

His palms cup your cheeks, and it's as if those worries that plagued you melt right off into the ether (even if the handcuffs hanging off one wrist look a bit silly).

One look into your darling's eyes has a confession rolling off of your tongue easily. “It's just… we're going to be married soon, and with marriage comes certain expectations from our parents…”

“You're not talking about political status, are you?”

You shake your head, face burning up as the truth finally slips. “No, I'm talking about them wanting grandkids, sweetheart.”

Left without words, Loki blinks in astonishment. Grandkids. Kids. YOUR KIDS?! Together?!

Now this is something that genuinely stops the trickster in his path. You mean to tell him that you've been thinking about– no, fussing over the prospect of–

“Ah, I see,” he clears his throat, squirming as the fluid leaking out of his hole becomes undeniably more arousing than before. “and this is the only thing bothering you?”

You're quick to nod, alleviating your betrothed's worries on sight. “Besides a few pre-marriage nervous jitters, yeah. I'm just worried that I won't be able to deliver, haha…” the laugh falls clumsily from your lips, concealing a hint of insecurity.

But Loki won't have any of that. The handcuffs are back around both wrists immediately — you'd never know they were never off to begin with. His hands lift over your head and rest on the back of your neck, pulling you down into a gentle yet passionate kiss.

“Mm I don't know, if you ask me, I'd say you'll be quite thorough with this matter~” he purrs against your lips, spreading his legs underneath you. You're greeted to the sight of his already used hole presented just for you, and you easily take the bait.

A few strokes and the sight of your beloved so driven after your little chat is enough to get you hard again, easily sliding right back inside those warm walls.

You're yanked closer, buried in the crook of Loki's neck once more, trapped by his arms around your neck and his legs around your waist, rutting into him. He's still pleasantly tight, squeezing you in just the right ways that have your vision faltering.

On instinct, you keep your arms wrapped around your soon-to-be husband's body, dwarfing him in your shadow as your hips continue to pound him hard enough to leave stinging red marks. His body sucks you in without a second thought, eating up every inch. You tremble, and whisper 'I love you' into your darling's ear before cumming hard, turning the slick plaps from your bodies even sloppier as your seed overflows.

Never in his life has Loki felt so stuffed. You've filled him multiple times, each load is just as thick as the last, and you kept fucking it deeper inside, leaving little opportunity for it to leak out. Even now, pulling everything except the tip out and watching your own sticky fluids gush out and dribble down Loki's inner thighs, you swiftly angle his hips so that the rest can't escape from his fertile hole.

And after your conversation, it seems a fire was lit within yourselves, dispelling whatever exhaustion would have followed. Surely Loki's parents wouldn't be too upset with their son getting knocked up before the wedding… it's only a few more rounds…

Saving people is an everyday thing for Mark, there wasn't anything new. Kaiju monster? Defeat them. Debris falling? Swoop in and save the civilians. None of the civilians ever gave him something to write home about or stayed in the back of his mind long enough to be a problem.

Until he met you.

It wasn't anything special; he just had swept you off your feet when the debris was falling, but your presence alone was enough to make him crazy. As soon as he placed you in safety, when you left the warmth of his hand, he felt empty. His hand almost chased after you when you left his grasp but he had to stop himself from making a scene. You had no idea the essence you had engraved in his mind, Mark could only tell himself to ‘calm down’ when he could smell your cologne in his palm. He had to rush home as soon as possible.

He landed straight in front of his house and hurried upstairs, ignoring Debbie's call asking “whats wrong, Mark?" Mark could only exclaim “I'm fine! I just need to do something!”

As soon as he got to lock the door behind him, he had undressed himself off his suit in immaculate speed, except his gloves. The only one that has your scent and cologne stuck to. Mark laid down comfortably on his bed, he was inexperienced with sex overall. He wasn't that good of a kisser either, masturbation might be his only strong suit. After all, he's able to rub his cunt at any speed he wishes, his fingers are average size. Good enough to make him cum from time to time.

His boxer was already soaked. He was surprised it didn't bleed through his suit. He slips his left hand inside his underwear, too shy to even undress properly, letting out a silent “mmh- mm” when his fingers start rubbing his nub. He had to be mindful of his sounds, he didn't want to be caught again. Mark starts sniffing and basking in the faint scent of you on his right gloves. “Ahh..” he moaned softly when he could feel more juices coming out from between his folds. He let out a whimper when he felt that sharp tingly feeling in his cunt. He rubbed himself faster, started imagining your presence- if you're here in his room, watching him. 

“Such a fucking loser” you said

Mark moaned louder, his thighs squished together.

“You're pathetic.” You spoke, tone laced with venom, at least that's how Mark imagined you'd say it. His middle finger trying to probe himself open when- he creamed all over the sheet.

‘That was embarrassing’ he thought. He at least took 5 minutes before cumming and even so he had to pull out some sort of videos to watch but the thought of you and your scent had made him cum in no time. The idea made Mark squeeze his thigh together again. “.. im such a fucking loser..”

But the acknowledgement didn't stop him one bit.

The thought and the idea that you might one day catch him, with all his perverted doings, it was enough to be his masturbation material.

3 months. He couldn't get you out of his head. He couldn't stop rubbing himself. It was most embarrassing during the lecture, how he had to excuse himself and head to the bathroom at least once to finger himself, imagining you. The glove he had worn that day never left his bagpack, he had to bring it, just basking in the musk of it soaked his boxer. William had questioned him a few times “why do you keep going to the bathroom, dude?” , and Mark couldn't even give an honest answer. How does he say he's jerking off in a public bathroom to a guy he doesn't even know to his best friend? 

Mark had patrolled the city more often than he should, the same place he had saved you that day, over and over again. Just for a slight chance that you might show up. It was much to Cecil's dismay, something about “causing anxiety in civilians”. It was obsessive really, there's even conspiratorial article about how apparently there's something the government is not telling the public after seeing THE invincible flying around nonstop

So patrolling was out of the picture for a while. His glove no longer held your scent, even when he refused to wear and wash them, fearing that it might disappear too soon. Mark tried to find another way, asking William about it, trying his best to describe you to the best of his ability. He even went on random social media, typing what he guessed your name would be and scroll for hours.

Perhaps that day, the stars and planets had aligned just for him.

He spotted you at the college's party. 

 It was his golden opportunity. Seeing you on the dancefloor, he didn't know how fast he had headed for the door, how fast he flew to go back home to grab.. something. Something he's too embarrassed to keep with at his dorm so it remained in his closet - locked. Then he went back to the party, incredibly fast that you seemingly haven't moved an inch from the dance floor 

He made his way through the dancing crowd, people grinding against one another. He couldn't careless, he was after you but his hope shattered when he saw somebody else now grinding against you. Some guy's ass grinding against your crotch and you drunkily thrusting too.

His body moved on itself. He pushed the guy you were grinding on to some other person and try his best to replace, hoping you wouldn't notice the difference or comment on it

“Woah” you mumbled, eyes heavy, but you were conscious enough to feel a big plump ass that's rubbing against your dick, eagerly might you add.  “haven't seen you around before” you said trying to strike a conversation after seeing Mark's pathetic face. “yeah but I have.. seen you around,” Mark said, trying to keep his tone indifferent. He was gonna get you one way or another. “Is that supposed to be romantic?” you retorted, truth be told you didn't want to be mean but you can see how desperately he's grinding on you, ‘this guy really needs to get laid’ is all you could think of. Mark let out an awkward chuckle, he didn't know how else to respond. How can he say that he's been trying to reach you so you can fuck his brains out? The dance felt stiff more or less. You smirk and hold his hip in place, “so.. you've been eyeing me?” You asked. He tried stifling his moan with the back of his palm when he felt the shape of your length. Mark faces you, his hand clenching your shirt. ‘God i must look like so desperate right now’, the thought ran wild in Mark's mind.

“Would you want to fuck me less if I said yes?” 

Mark asked, his eyes narrowing. You chuckled, he's odd but you find yourself appreciating his honesty. “Well I'm gonna need more drinks to even consider,” you insulted him, just to see if he would squirm and maybe give up. Or is he that desperate? You got your answer when you could hear a low whimper from him. Mark bit his lips, his eyes glistening just slightly.

“Please.. I can't stop thinking about you,”

You slip a sock onto the doorknob and kick the door close behind you. Mark eagerly lay on the bed on all four, shaking his hip, “hurry..” he begged. He was waiting for this moment, he had dreamed of this. You traced your hand over him, his figure, his childbearing hip. Then you pull off his pants and reveal the gift he had for you. Something Mark was so shy about that he couldn't bring it to his dorm and had to fly to his house to change.

You licked your lips. 

It was a lacy black panties with little bows that fit him so perfectly. 

"Look at that, did you stole from your mom or something?" You bit your lip as you tucked on his panties, hard. Mark moaned out loud when he felt the fabric stretch between his folds. Juices began gushing out of his eager cunt, who knows a wedgie could feel this good? You flipped him on his back before climbing on top of him, Mark bit his lip, a look of anticipation was all over his face. He tried squeezing his thigh shut suddenly growing shy when he could feel his juices overflowing and running down his thigh but you had placed both your hands to keep them open.

You slipped your hand inside his panties, feeling the wetness in between your fingers. Mark had tilted his head back when he felt the heaven sent that is your hand. “Ahh-! Please..” 

It was enough to make you rock hard when he looked at you with the most puppy eyes you've seen. You lean down, biting on the string of his panties and pulling it down slowly, you bare your teeth clearly so he can see the show you've put on just for him. You earned a whimper from him but then his thigh shut between your face, squeezing your face. It took you by surprise but before you could properly process it, you felt him squirting all over your face. It was tangy- a bit sweet and salty.

“I'm so sorry! I.. im sorry i was too excited and i..” mark stuttered as he hurried to wipe the residue on your face. You held his wrist and made him watch as you lick it off your lips.

You pushed him back before unbelting your pants and finally freeing your member. It was rock hard and begging for mark at that point. Mark gulped down his saliva when he finally saw your member. Sure he has spent countless nights imagining this moment but nothing could prepare him for the real thing. It was an understatement to say he was impressed since he was practically drooling. “I've been really good” he said when he saw you lubing yourself. Hoping that it might please you, instead it makes you want to bully him more.  “Have you?” You questioned with a smirk as you tapped your cock lightly against his thigh. He nods vigorously. Then when you finally probe your tip in between his folds, “mmgh- yes..!” mark cums the second time that night. His legs were slightly shaken as he creamed against your tip. You couldn't help but let out a scoff. Mark covered his face with the back of his palm, he was too embarrassed to say anything. Only letting out soft breathy moans. You were getting impatient yourself, you slowly rock your hip and pushing your cock inside his tight heat. 

“Yes-!~ please please please”

Mark begged as his eyes rolled back, even when your cock barely inside, his toes were already curled. You let out a groan when your dick is fully inside and finally able to bottom out. 

“M’ so full.. “ mark uttered under his breath, “yeah and fucking tight too” you said and give Mark's thigh a squeeze before finally moving. 

“Faster~! Faster, faster! More!” The moan mark left aloud was beyond pornographic. At this point you might not get your fix from watching and reading porn anymore. his nails digging in your back, with his power he could have accidentally torn your shirt to shreds but mark seem to be conscious enough to hold back. When you finally found his g-spot, Mark let out a guttural moan as he came again. His juices flowing down your shaft and lubing it up. Your hips move faster than before as you were close to your own climax “inside~! Please inside, i wanna get fucking pregnant!”, you obeyed and finished inside him with a guttural moan of your own. “Mmh fuck yeah..” 

You didn't know how long you had been thrusting in and out of him, but you feel your cum flowing out of his cunt, you had finished inside of him maybe thrice? Your legs were cramping already so you had to pull out, much to Mark's dismay. He whimpered when your tip finally left his fucked out pussy. “Mm, we can't be done yet..” Mark tugged your hand

“You sure have some crazy stamina,” you mumbled before plopping down next to him on the bed. “My legs are cramping, seriously” you groaned, your hand lightly massaging your leg. Mark didn't want to take that as an answer so in the end he climbed on top of you instead.“hey- you sure?” you asked, you seriously didn't want him to hurt himself in the process. Mark nodded and placed his legs on either side. His fucked out pussy on display and your cum slowly dribbling out of him. “I want to carry your babies..” he said, the face he's making is one of lust. He's obviously too drunk in his own horniness and you didn't seem to care all that much. “You're such a brainless slut” you commented. He grabbed both your hand and places them on his waist

 “only for you.”

When he finally sinks down on your cock, your leftover cum from inside him gushes out like a fountain. Mark didn't care- he was too busy chasing his own pleasure. Lifting himself up and down and bouncing on your dick like a man possessed. “Fuck-! Yes right there!! You better put a baby in me-!”, he moaned. You were groaning, your hips unable to stay still and keep chasing after his pussy all the same. “Please~! Again~ I want it inside~!!” Mark came for nth time, anticipating your cum just made him so wet. When you did cummed in him once again, he was beyond delighted, his toes curling and his eyes rolling back. Finally, he fell to your side. His face was a mess, and his mind completely broke. He couldn't even close his legs properly causing your cum to dribble and pour out of him.