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It's around 11pm when the fans and paparazzi finally fuck off.

Now it's just him and some of the other fighters waiting for their anti-cheating steroids, whatever test results, getting hotdogs and popcorn and all that shit from the stalls.

Miguel looks up from his phone when some guy walks over to your stall, conversing with you. Miguel has to restrain himself from murdering the weak little fucker when he sees the little frown on your face as he walks away.

He stands up and does what he's wanted to do this whole weekend- aside from fuck you dumb and drooly, that is- which is walk up to the tiny stall with neon yellow letters spelling out "Smoothio".

As he gets closer, he realizes your head is still down. Miguel is 110% ready to turn right back around and wipe the floor clean with that bastard until he realizes you're counting sales.

Miguel leans on the counter, eyes on you as you work, flipping through the sales notebook in one hand and tapping your fingers on the table like typing on an imaginary calculator. He tries to imagine what your shaky hands would feel like as they pressed against his chest while he pounded into you-

"S-Sir?"

Miguel looks up and meets your nervous gaze. His smirk betrays the way his heart stops as he stares into your pretty eyes.

"Hi, cutie," he grins. "That guy givin' you trouble?"

Your breath stutters as your eyes avert and your stare focuses on your hands.

"No- not at all, Mister O'Hara."

Fuck. Mister O'Hara sounds so professional, but the image of you that he's conjured up in his head is nothing but. 

"Really?" he probes, raising an eyebrow. "Cause if he is I don't mind getting my hands dirty again-"

"No!" you yelp, and when he chuckles you mumble a sorry and look down again. "No, I mean really. He wasn't. But thank you. And... congratulations on your win, Sir."

Miguel laughs, brushing his hair back and looking you up and down now that he's closer to you than ever. He juts his chin at the menu. "No need to call me Sir, baby. What's your bestseller?"

Your nervous smile drops as your face pales. "Uh... uhm... I'm sorry, but we're almost completely out of stock."

Poor little thing saying sorry for something that's not under her control. Miguel laughs softly and shakes his head. "No problem, hermosa. I'll take whatever you give me~"

"The only flavor we got left is... strawberry. I'm really sorry, Sir."

Strawberry.

"Just my luck," he smiles. "Strawberry happens to be my favorite flavor."

You smile back and he doesn't know if he wants to bend you over or boop your cute little nose.

"Strawberry it is." You take out a cup and marker and tick some boxes on the cup. "One strawberry swirl for Mister O'Hara."

He can't resist the urge to lean closer, brushing some stray hair away from your face and curling a finger under your chin.

"You can call me Miguel, cariño," he whispers. "You have very pretty eyes, you know that?"

"I- I- Sir-"

Miguel backs away, crossing his arms over his gray compression shirt and looking you up and down. "Cute," he bites his lip, a grin sneaking onto his face as you stare up at him wide-eyed, before snapping out of your trance and preparing his drink, eyes flickering up at him and back down when you see him still staring.

"Here," you hold the cup out to him, and he licks his lips, whispering a thank you, hermosa~ that has your face burning up.

Miguel takes a sip, humming lowly in appreciation.

"Best shake I've ever had," he grins. "But you know what other sweet thing I really want tonight~?"

You shake your head, and Miguel laughs, walking around the counter and finally, finally placing his hands on your waist and leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"You, pretty girl~" he teases.

"M-me?" you mumble out, completely clueless of the lust you ignite deep within him.

"You have no idea what you do to me... make me lose control, make me feel like I'll go insane if I don't get to taste you right now..."

"M-Miguel..." you place your trembling hands over his, not really sure if you want to push him away or pull him closer.

He senses your hesitation, his gaze softening as his hands take yours.

"You're beautiful," he whispers. "I haven't looked at anyone else here since the moment I saw you."

He rubs a thumb over your wrist, mustering up the tiniest smile that makes him look so harmless to you, you nearly giggle out loud.

"Hmm?" Miguel tilts his head as he bites back a grin, resting both of his hands down on the counter on either side of you, caging you in. "What's so funny, cariño?"

He leans in real close, eyes darting down to your lips and back up at your eyes. "I'm dying to touch you and you're laughing? Do you have any idea how much I wanna eat you up right right now?"

"S-Sir..."

Your breath stutters as he dares to drag his hand slowly up your thigh, and you whimper, turning your head to the side and hiding your pretty face from his view.

Miguel's other hand takes your cheek and turns your face back to him. You're caught off-guard when his lips brush over your ear, whispering so darkly it makes you shiver in his hold.

He's pushed your skirt up and you know he can feel through your underwear that you're just as needy as he is.

"Tell me you don't want this," he growls into your ear, his hand grazing over your panties. "I can't fucking hold back, cariño, I'll fuck you so good but I can't promise I'll be gentle. You'll be feeling me inside you for the rest of the week- fuck- I'll make sure you can't walk and when you do, my cum will be dripping out of you from how much I fucked you. Tell me to stop."

Miguel has never been this desperate. He's usually the one girls drool all over, but now he's the one that can't think straight at the thought of never getting a taste of your sweetness.

"Not here..." you whisper. Miguel turns his head to look at you, but you've shied away from his gaze.

"There's still a bunch of people..." you continue, and he laughs, his lighthearted chuckle betraying the way his cock is already stiff in his pants.

"I wouldn't mind giving them a show, but whatever you say, hermosa~"

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Miguel thanks whatever's in the fucking sky for the hotel being right next to the arena. 

It's all a blur for him as he pins you against the elevator wall, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck and jawline as you become putty in his arms, pretty little whines of his name echoing in the elevator as it takes you to the 57th floor. The doors slide open and Miguel lifts you up onto his shoulder like you weigh nothing, making you squeal when he swats your ass as he taps the keycard against the lock, setting you down on the bed and crawling over you, leaving you trapped under his body.

"Fuck, you're so pretty," he groans, pushing your shirt just above your breast and kissing your neck while he reaches around you to undo your bra.

You whimper, covering your face, but he takes your wrists and pins them above your head.

"Miguel..."

"So sexy, 'specially when you're so shy for me, hermosa~" he growls, tracing his tongue over your nipples and making you whine and squirm. It's getting harder for him to resist the way your hips are bucking up into his crotch.

Miguel looks up and grins when he sees you so restless. "I want you so bad, cutie, you have no fucking idea..."

He takes your hand and places it over his clothed bulge. “Wanna fuck you so bad~”

In a flash, Miguel has you flipped you over on your hands and knees, pressing his palm down on your back to push you down on the sheets. Shivers run up and down your back as he pushes your thighs apart with his body, exposing your cute little pussy, gleaming in arousal because of him, and you hear him curse quietly in Spanish.

"Shit, you look ​delicious, baby~" ​he whispers, taking off his pants. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Miguel sinks all the way in on the first try, making you squish your face into a pillow and whimper out his name, overwhelmed by the size of his cock in your cunt.

He grunts and clenches his fist, relishing in your tightness as your pussy twitches around him.

“Fuck,” he growls, forcing his weight down on you, his chest against your back as he starts moving his hips, eliciting little noises of pleasure from you. “Tell me how good it feels, bebita~“

He grins when you can’t, you just can’t string any words together because he’s fucking you that good. But he likes it that way, and laughs cruelly when you whimper and whine with every relentless, rough thrust of his cock into your pussy.

“Mig- Miguel- ahh… Oh God-!”

Slap!

You squeal when his hand comes down on your ass, and squirm under him helplessly. That just makes it worse because your little cunt clenches down on him even harder.

“No, no, where are you going, cutie?” Miguel teases, pulling you back under him and going faster, harder, his thick cock ramming in and out of you, all coherent thought dripping out of you like the juices trickling down your quivering thighs.

“Pretty little hole sucking me in, it’s like you don’t want me to leave~” he whispers, cooing and laughing softly when you try to say his name.

“S-slow down-” you mumble, but Miguel chuckles and pulls out, flipping you over on your back and sinking in, burying himself to the hilt before staring up at you, making your pussy twitch around his huge cock.

“Why would I?” he teases. “You’re feeling so good, aren’t you?” he kisses the tip of your nose, making you clench down on him, and he groans, eyes darting down where his cock is snug in your warm little cunt.

He leans in to kiss your neck while his hand roams over your stomach, forcing himself to stay still and not rut into you like a feral animal. Miguel feels a little bump just above your crotch and presses down on it, making you gasp and look up at him with wide glazy eyes.

“Oh,” he chuckled. “Can you feel just how f-fucking deep I am in you, cariño?” He presses down and starts moving, making you squeal and pull him closer.

“Yeah- fuck- keep squirming for me, gatita, you’re so fucking cute it hurts…” He growls. You whimper, turning your head to the side, but he turns you to face him, kissing you roughly and forcing his tongue in, making you moan even louder, overwhelmed by the pleasure he’s giving you.

Miguel grunts when you clench down harder and faster, and spreads your legs further apart so he can go rougher. “Yeah? You close, bebita? I can feel you squeezing down on me. Don’t hold back, baby, I know you want to come- come on, fuck, come for me, cutie- make me feel good gatita-”

You gasp, eyes glazing over as your thighs tremble, creaming all over his cock as you whimper into his mouth, shaking with the intensity of your orgasm.

Miguel holds off a little longer- just so he can savor the feeling of your orgasm, before he pins your wrists to your sides, groaning when he comes inside you, battering your sensitive little hole with all his cum.

He watches as you whine and try to close your legs, laughing and peppering kisses all over your face, and pressing his lips to the hickeys on your neck and breasts.

“Shit, that was so much better than I imagined~” Miguel whispered. “Did you like it, baby~?”

You giggled as his tongue traced your nipple and nodded, smiling down at him.

Fuck, he doesn’t know how you make his cock hard one moment and his heart flutter the next.

Miguel kisses you again before he makes his way down between your legs.

“W-wait-” you stammer, looking down at him with wide eyes. “What are you doing?”

Miguel grins. “Making sure you come so fucking hard you’ll never be able to leave me, bebita~” he whispers, before he presses a kiss to your dripping cunt, filled with both your cum and his.

“I did say I wanted to taste something real sweet didn’t I?~”

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it's quite fascinating to watch him do this, you've never seen him set up your bath before. usually you fall asleep or are just too weak to get up, so you have no idea what loki does that makes these baths so relaxing.

he fishes through the drawer and pulls out a jar of flower petals, scattering them in the water.

it makes you think of how well he takes care of you, always insisting it's the least he can do to repay you for "being such a sweet angel" and "obeying him like a good girl". though you protest every single night, he never seems to give in, pressing a finger to your lips to silence your whining.

you peek a little more as he takes a scoop of some bath powder and salt and pours it in the tub, a light fizzing sound tickling your ears sweetly.

loki stretches, groaning lightly as his back muscles tense, and he turns to you.

"oh, hello there~"

he grins cheekily, and you gasp, almost darting off in embarrassment, ashamed you got caught. but he's quicker, and vanishes from his spot just as you feel two arms wrapping around you from behind.

"loki-!" you yelp. he laughs loudly, lifting you up over his shoulder and lightly squeezing your butt. you squeal, only making him more amused.

"there we go," he huffs, setting you down on the counter. "now, what is my darling, sweetheart, pretty angel doing out of bed?" he pecks your lips, waiting for an answer.

"i just wanted to watch you," you mumble.

"mm." he nods, though he doubts that's all to it. "this came unprompted, love?"

"yeah," you hum, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. "just wanted to see you."

he tilts his head curiously as you sink into his bare chest. "you just wanted to see me? it hasn't even been a minute."

you don't reply. he senses something a little different in the way you act, but he pulls back, kissing your nose and lifting you up into a princess carry anyway.

"well, do you still want the bath?"

you nod, clinging to him tighter. he sighs fondly, making his way to the tub and setting you down in the foamy water.

god, it feels super warm against your sore hips and legs. you whimper in satisfaction, sinking further into the tub as loki laughs.

"feels good, baby?" he asks, and you nod, ever so grateful.

loki takes off his pants, sitting down behind you and sighing in relaxation.

he opens his eyes and laughs when he sees you almost fully soaked in the water, sighing again at the refreshing feeling. you rise back up, eyes squinted, hair wet and covered in orange petals and he internally swoons at just how cute you are.

"how are you feeling?" loki asks, moving to hover above you.

"okay," you mumble shyly, smiling up at him.

"just okay?" loki kisses your neck, reveling in the way you try to hide your tiny noises of pleasure.

his fingers trace your thigh as he sucks at your sensitive spot just under your jaw.

"well, i hope you can take my fingers for just a bit more, i'd like to give you a little... reward~"

your eyes widen as you feel his fingers just barely grazing your most sensitive areas. "reward? but we- we just-"

"ssh," he soothes you, nuzzling into your neck. "i know, but i can't help it when you're being so good for me."

he reassuringly squeezes your hand, before pushing your chest so you fully lay back on him. "stay still for me, angel."

"o-okay," you mumble, and he laughs, playfully nipping your cheek, then tracing his tongue over it and doing it again while his fingers slowly work their way inside you.

"is that alright?" he asks lowly, his fingers completely still inside you as he gauges your expression.

you whimper, his voice making you pulse around his digits. "still- still okay," your legs twitching from the slightest stimulation.

loki chuckles, his kisses moving slowly towards your ear as he sucks harder, seeing that you're already so sensitive. he can't not milk you until you're crying, he just can't, you're just too irresistible.

he feels you weakly grip his thigh the moment he moves his fingers inside of you. this must feel heavenly for you, he thinks with a smirk, as you shiver and mewl weakly.

"loki-!" you cry softly, eyes burning with pleasure as he nudges at your sensitive spot again and again. he goes in deeper, eliciting another broken whimper of his name as a singular tear leaks from your pretty, glassy eyes.

you come within seconds, already so sensitive from earlier, and in the perfect headspace for a single touch to make you go crazy and mumble little loki, pleases, and sob softly, no more-

"hmm? more?" he asks teasingly. he knows what he's doing to you, tiring you out until you can't object so he can towel you off and bring you back to bed and use you as his cute little cocksleeve until you pass out, dripping with his essence and twitching in pleasure, the pillows wet with your tears.

he knew what you wanted from the start, even before you did: from the moment he saw your tiny frame in the bathroom doorway. that meek energy he could practically feel, the shy submissiveness in your eyes that he knew all too well, that gives him the sign to make you forget anything but his name and the way he makes you feel.

he's built it up all this time: pampering you and treating you so delicately, kissing you and praising you until you ultimately melted in his arms and gave in to that warm feeling blooming inside you.

it's all planned, except for the way his heart beats so loudly whenever you do anything so adorable.

that's new every single night.

Loki walks in holding a large white paper bag, clicking his tongue when he sees you still in your underwear.

“Darling,” he places the paper bag down, turning to you. “I thought I told you clothes off-”

He stops, finally getting a good look at the black lingerie adorning your curves.

“Dar-Darling,” he cocks his head. “What are you wearing?”

You giggle, crossing one leg over the other as you bat your eyelashes up at him. “Didn’t I say I wanted you to have a pretty wife to come home to?”

He smirks, “You look cute. Ravishing, even,” He crawls up to brush his lips against yours. “I can't wait to flip you on your hands and knees and make you sing for me.”

You shiver at his words, and he chuckles, pecking you on the nose. “But I have other plans. In fact...”

He materializes six cards, not showing you the faces of each.

“Why don’t we play a game? Take one card.”

You reach out for the middle one, brushing your finger along the paper and looking up at him. “Can I see what it is?”

He nods, grin growing wider. “Go ahead.”

You turn it around, and there’s… a diamond.

“What is this game called?” you ask curiously.

He smirks. “Un, deux, trois. French for One, Two, Three. There are four rounds. You pick one on the first, two on the second, and three on the third round. The symbol on the card tells you what object- or objects, for that matter- will be taken out of the bag.”

Loki holds out his hand. “May I see the card, my sweet?”

You hand it to him. He laughs. “Diamond. Shall we find out what you got?”

You nod eagerly, and he reaches into the bag, pulling out an object with the same diamond symbol on it.

An eye cover of some sort.

“I...” you look up at Loki. “Sorry, uh, but what’s the point of the game?”

Loki leans in, licking his lips as he sizes you up in your pretty lace.

“The fun part is,” he drawls. “I get to make you come with whichever you end up picking each round.”

Your eyes widen, and he chuckles at your doe-eyed expression.

“Didn’t expect that, hmm?”

You shake your head.

Loki grins as you try to gather your words. You’re awfully cute when you’re picturing the dirtiest scenarios in your head.

“Wh-what else is in the bag?”

“That, my dear,” he tucks a strand behind your ear, “is for you to find out later.”

He presses his lips to yours, one hand in your hair and the other on your thigh as you whimper into the kiss.

Loki breaks away too soon, grinning at the coy little look on your face.

He takes the blindfold from your hands, holding it up to your eyes.

“Shall we?”

“Yes, please.”

He smiles, before it turns lustful as he slips the fabric over your eyes.

Just as everything is black for you, he pounces, lips on your neck as his hands knead at every bit of your skin he can get.

“Loki- Loki-” you gasp, hips bucking up into his clothed crotch, overly sensitive even if you can’t see him. “Loki- please-”

“If I touch you down there,” he groans against your ear, licking and nipping hard on your jaw, “I bed you’re absolutely wet all for me.”

He traces two fingers down to your folds, grinning madly at the slickness of your cunt, and you mewl, clenching down around nothing.

“LOKI!”

“You’re so sensitive for me, little dove,” he chuckles, slipping two fingers in and wasting no time in thrusting and curling his fingers, groaning at the way you squeeze down on him.

“LOKI!!” you squeal, legs twitching as he rubs your clit quickly, making you cry as you come undone, shaking and trying to close your thighs.

He doesn’t relent until he feels your poor cunt pulsing around him, your release soaking his wrist.

You shudder as he slowly slides his fingers out, only to whine his name when he taps your clit once just to see you squirm.

He gently slides off the blindfold, smiling at you.

“Hello,” he coos, pecking your lips playfully.

“Ready for round two?” He asks, holding out the remaining five cards.

You take the two middle ones, turning them around.

“A circle and a square,” you mumble. Loki grins, taking out a pair of fluffy handcuffs and a thick, long, ridged dildo.

“Oh, God,” you wail, and Loki laughs devilishly. “I can already imagine the lovely screams leaving your lips when I bury this in you.”

Before you can react, he has your wrists bound above your head and your legs spread, licking his lips as you let out a startled mewl at the raw desire in his eyes.

“Breathe, darling,” he drawls, pressing the tip of the toy to your entrance.

“Loki-”

He pushes it into your slick cunt in one swift movement, almost laughing at how you whimper so adorably, legs thumping helplessly against the bed.

“That’s a good girl,” he chuckles, kissing your neck slowly in an attempt to soothe you. “Taking it all so well. I think you deserve to come, don’t you?”

You moan weakly as he gently slides the toy out, legs twitching as it nudges at every sensitive spot in you. Loki almost groans out loud when he looks down, seeing your arousal coating the toy.

He shoves it right back in with no warning, holding you down when you tremble and try to squirm away, doing it again, and again, and again.

“LOKI!!” you whine, thighs twitching uncontrollably.

“Yes?” He smirks, going even faster, chuckling when you slur out words and your eyes flutter shut. “Aww, can’t speak? That’s alright, for the rest of the night all we’ll be doing is finding out what makes my darling scream.”

He almost feels a bit guilty for reveling in your tears, but the pretty noises are just too good to miss, especially when he knows you’re truly enjoying this.

Maybe even more than he does.

It’s too much for you, and before long you’re shaking and crying, thrashing against your restraints as he relentlessly pushes you to your high. It feels like forever as you ride through the waves of bliss, reduced to a hazy, weightless mess once the toy leaves your cunt.

Loki uncuffs your wrists, kissing them and rubbing them affectionately, before pressing his lips to yours.

“Darling,” he whispers. “You alright?”

You whimper, but nod. “Just- just a bit sensitive.”

Loki hums, interlocking his fingers with yours. “My beautiful dove,” he nuzzles into your neck. “Always so good for me.”

“Can we- hic-” you hiccup a bit, still a bit sore, “Can I see the last three cards?”

“Are you sure?” he chuckles. “You’re still quite a mess.”

“I’m okay,” you mumble.

Loki laughs, materializing the cards in his hands. A heart, a triangle, and a hexagon. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He pats your cheek gently, before turning to get the bag and taking out the last of its contents: a spreader bar, a smaller, longer dildo, and-

“Is- Is that a hitachi?”

“Why?” He grins. “Scared?”

Holy shit. He did warn you.

Loki licks his lips, taking both your thighs and strapping them to the bar, twisting the rod and stretching it out, making you yelp and shiver when the cold air reaches your still soaking cunt.

Loki takes the dildo, and, winking at you, presses it to your pussy, working it into you slowly.

“This-” you stutter, “-this doesn’t seem so bad-”

Before you can finish your words, he presses a button you didn’t see, and suddenly, the dildo buzzes to life inside you.

“LOKI!!” you scream, trying to close your thighs to no avail, crying as it sends tremors through you.

“What was that again?” He chuckles maliciously.

You can’t speak, hands scrambling for purchase and grabbing onto the sheets beneath you.

You squeal pathetically when Loki presses the hitachi to your clit, his other hand pinning you down on the bed by your hips.

“That’s it,” he coos, wiping away your tears. “You’re doing great, you’re doing good, pet.”

You sniffle, eyes teary as your hips buck up into the air.

“Please- please-” you hiccup, choking on your tears.

“You’re so close dear, it’s okay, let go for me-”

“Need… need you, please.”

The fact that even in the throes of pleasure, you still want him and only him, breaks the last of his control.

His eyes widen, before he practically growls, pulling the dildo out of your hole and sinking his cock in.

Nothing ever compares to him buried to the hilt inside you, and you nearly hit him in the face with your hand as you grab onto him, riding your high out as you squeal out his name.

Loki bites down on your shoulder, sucking the sensitive skin there as he releases into your twitching cunt, unable to resist how good you feel around him.

He feels you slump against him, whimpering with oversensitivity, and he switches off the hitachi, untying the straps from your thighs and pulling out of you.

He looks up, and feels a pang in his chest when he sees you crying softly, twitching from your orgasms.

“Darling, ssh,” he coos, crawling up to scoop you into his arms. “Darling, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here, I’m here, I’ve got you.”

He melts inside when you cling onto him, kissing everywhere on his face.

“M’ okay,” you assure him, “That felt so good.”

He sighs in relief, brushing some hair away from your eyes. “Are you certain?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Thank you, Loki.”

He smiles. “Always my good girl, so sweet.”

You smile, but it’s as if you realize something when you perk up.

“By the way,” you look up at him. “You said there were four rounds, but we’ve already done three, and I’ve picked all of the six toys. What happens?”

Impressed that you remembered that, he smirks, caressing your cheek, and pressing his thumb to your lips and pushing it into your mouth.

“The fourth round is,” he leans in, whispering it, and your eyes widen so adorably he has to hold back from ruining you with his cock.