#bottom loki

Fucking Loki is like taking a full gulp of air after being under water for a long while.

Holding his wrists down against the bed with one hand as you fuck him hard and fast, his legs wrapped around you, obscene sounds spilling from his mouth and tears from eyes.

Or grabbing his waist in a vice like grip, him face down and ass up in the air for you, the pillows beneath muffling his loud ah-ah-ahs enough for them to drowned among the sounds of skin slapping skin.

Or, as Loki himself likes it better, pinning his thighs open against a wall and bullying your fat cock into his always begging hole, calling him the slut and cockwhore he is. He'll nod his head, wrapping his arms around your neck and pressing kisses into the crook of your shoulder.

Or letting him ride you, even. He won't complain as long as you're sheathed deep inside of him, so deep he can see the trace of your cock in the bulge in his stomach. He'll bounce so wildly on your dick, head thrown back and hands balancing himself on your shoulders, that you'll have to grip his waist to prevent him from falling right off your lap.

A little bit of degrading, maybe even hitting, won't be said no to, because there's no such thing as 'too much' when it comes to fucking Loki.

Making Love

Some days, however, Loki can't. Some days, he just wants to feel love.

And over the years, you come to understand in the subtle changes of his expression when he needs love, and when he wants sex.

On the days when he's low, on the days when he finds himself spiraling, or on the days where he wonders if both his fathers, biological and adoptive, abandoned him with reason, you step in, take his hands, and lead him to the bed.

You undress him, slowly and gently, pressing kisses along every inch of his skin that you bare. Loki knows by now, generally, that you've read his mind. He doesn't stop you, he knows too well the magic of your hands to pretend to be fine.

When you enter him, it's done just as gently as everything else that night, your lips almost never leaving his skin, worshiping his body, telling him his worth.

You call him pretty boy, beautiful, and everything else that he is, just is, by himself, even through everything that he's seen and done. You know he needs to hear it, needs to see and know how much you love and cherish him.

When you thrust into him, your pace just enough to make him feel good, Loki understands what they mean when they say 'making love' because he feels like you're loving every inch of him, inside out, all over.

Telling him that he's doing so good for you, that he's perfect, that he's so gorgeous you're losing your mind (because you are), that you love him so much, gods, so much.

He's a mess under your hands, both mentally and physically, so overwhelmed by your love that the tears that spill out of his eyes are only half because of the pleasure.

And when you make him finish, slowing to a stop to let him catch his breath, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his wet face in the crook of your shoulder.

"I love you."

"Thank you."

“I hate you,” the words leave your mouth, dripping with a carefully constructed venom as you glare daggers at Loki. He makes an inexplicable anger boil in your gut and you can’t figure out exactly why. All you know is that your heart always beats a little faster when he’s around and it pisses you off. 

“No, you don’t,” he smirks, eyes glowing mischievously as he circles you like a predator would their prey. 

“You don’t know anything,” you spit back, trying to ignore your rising body heat when he steps closer. You chalk it up to rage, trying to ignore the way his light chuckle makes your heart skip a beat. 

“I know more than you think,” he closes the distance between you and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. There is a tenderness in his eyes when he looks at you and it only makes your anger rise. 

You back up and turn away from him, letting out a low growl. You refuse to let him have power over you. 

“Fuck you,” you say, but your voice lacks any real conviction and you mentally curse yourself for it. 

“If you insist,” his voice has a teasing lilt and you whirl around to yell at him, but he is a lot closer than you expected him to be. 

You try to back away, only to hit a wall, Loki slowly stalking closer to you, his eyes dark and intense as he seems to peer right into your soul. When he reaches you, he places both hands on the wall next to your head, closing you in, his hot breath fanning across your face. Heat rises to your cheeks as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together, unable to deny the way his presence sends a needy jolt right to your core. 

“You’re infuriating,” you manage to whisper as you avoid his gaze, attempting to slow your racing heart and steady your ragged breathing. 

“And yet you love it,” he retorts, and you have to bite back a moan as he presses his body against yours. 

“No, I don’t” you say, chest heaving and voice strained, trying to deny your arousal. 

“Tell that to the throbbing between your legs,” he lifts his thigh, letting it rub against your clothed core to accentuate his point. This time, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. 

“Whatever, I still hate you, Loki,” he laughs, low and dark, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine. 

“You keep telling yourself that,” he replies, leaning his head down to kiss your neck as you begin to move your hips against his muscular thigh. 

His mouth trails down to your collarbone, sucking and biting into the soft flesh until you’re sure he’ll leave bruises, but right now, you hardly care. One of his hands moves to lightly tug on your hair, angling your neck for better access. You lean into his touch, feeling him smirk as you let out a wanton moan, and rub yourself faster on him. 

Just as you’re about to cum, a loud beeping invades your senses, tearing you out of the dream. 

Your eyes slowly flutter open and you sit up. Reaching over, you shut off your alarm, trying to understand what the hell that was all about. Where did that come from? You really do despise Loki, so why were you having a sex dream about him? And why did it feel so good? 

You shake your head and get out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of clothes as you try to push the dream to the back of your mind. You have more important things to worry about. 

You make your way down to the kitchen, stretching your arms and letting out a loud yawn, eager to get some food in your belly. You arrive rather quickly, immediately going over to the cabinet to find something suitable for breakfast.  Unsurprisingly, Steve is already seated at the counter, drinking his morning coffee. 

“Good morning,” he says, greeting you with a smile. 

“Morning,” you reply, returning the gesture as you continue to search for sustenance. 

You finally find what you’re looking for, but it’s a little too high up for you to reach. Determined, you stand on your tippy toes and extend your arm as far as it will go, grunting at the effort. Just as you are about to climb onto the counter, an arm reaches up past you, grabbing the item you were so desperately trying to get and offering it to you. 

“Here,” Loki’s voice sends an involuntary shiver down your spine and you snatch the item out of his hand. 

“I could’ve gotten it myself,” you say, refusing to even look at him. 

“You’re welcome,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, making you groan in frustration. You do your best to ignore him, focusing instead on preparing your meal, but you can feel his eyes boring into you, his presence saturating the room and invading your every sense. Eventually, you turn to face him. 

“Can I help you?” your tone is harsh, but Loki seems completely unbothered, regarding you with that infuriating smirk of his. 

“What’s got you so worked up? Bad dreams?” he teases, a knowing look in his eye, and you visibly tense. 

“As a matter of fact, yes, I did have bad dreams last night,” you cross your arms over your chest and glare at him, which only makes his smile grow wider as he steps closer. 

“Really? What about?” his voice is still laced with mirth and you attempt to make yourself taller. 

“None of your business. Now could you leave me alone so I can make my breakfast?” with a huff, you turn back around and continue to work on your meal, but Loki refuses to yield. 

“Now why would I do that when you’re my main source of entertainment?” he speaks directly into your ear, causing you to jump involuntarily. He laughs, clearly delighted by your reactions, and you whip around to face him again. 

“I’m not in the mood,” you growl, poking his chest with your finger. He takes a step back, that smile still ever present on his face, and studies you intently. 

“Is that so? What a shame. And here I thought we were having fun,” he tilts his head to the side and sticks out his bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout. You roll your eyes. 

“There is no ‘we’, just you and your stupid games,” 

“You seem to be participating, though. That makes you a player, does it not?” he regards you curiously, waiting for your response, and you sigh deeply, shaking your head in disdain. 

“I hate you,” you mutter under your breath as you turn back around to finish your task. 

“No, you don’t” he replies, and you freeze, surprised at both the fact that he heard you and that those are the exact words he said in your dream. 

You can feel him watching you, waiting for a reaction, so you choose to instead remain silent as you work, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. It proves rather difficult, though, with the suffocating weight of his gaze compelling trembles to ripple over your flesh. Despite the discomfort, you do your best to ignore him, and with a bit of effort, you finally finish preparing your breakfast. 

Not even giving him a passing glance, you quickly make your way to the dining room. You settle into one of the plush seats surrounding the large glass table and begin devouring your meal. Lucky for you, it seems Loki must have grown bored of teasing you, so you are able to eat in relative peace. 

Once you finish, you clean up your mess and decide a shower will help relieve some of the remaining tension from your encounter. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about that dream, and seeing as you woke up before you could reach your peak, you’re in desperate need of release. The fact that Loki is the one making you feel all this infuriates you to no end, but right now, you’re too horny to care. 

***

Finally in the privacy of your bathroom, you swiftly remove your clothing and hop into the shower, reveling in the feeling of warm water cascading over your form. As you wash your body, you remember the details of the dream, and one hand glides down your stomach, digits brushing delicately over your clit. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you lean your head back. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, pressing a little harder and slowly moving your fingers in circles. With your free hand, you grab your breast and squeeze slightly, pinching the nipple every once in a while as you continue to work towards your climax. 

An involuntary gasp of Loki’s name passes your lips as you slide one finger inside, continuing to rub your clit with your thumb as you find that sweet spot deep within you. Picking up the pace, you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle your wanton moans as you rub faster, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. Just as you are about to crash over the edge, a sultry voice makes you stop in your tracks. 

“And here I thought you hated me,” 

Your eyes snap open and you instantly try to cover yourself as you prepare to scream at the intruder. All words fly out the window, though, as you realize who it is. 

Loki stands in front of the shower, steamy glass the only thing separating the two of you as he stares at you with dark, lust blown eyes. A tiny part of you is embarrassed, but that feeling is pushed to the back of your mind as an infuriatingly heady thirst takes center stage. 

Without thinking, you throw the shower door open and pull him in with you, crashing your lips against his. With a flash of green, he is completely naked too, and you use the opportunity to run your hands over his shoulders before harshly pushing him against the wall. 

"That's twice now you've kept me from orgasming," you growl, grabbing his hair and ruthlessly tugging it, forcing his head back. A low chuckle escapes him. 

"Is that so? When was the first?" He smirks, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. 

With a frustrated snarl, you roughly release him, letting his head fall against the tile as you turn away from him. You bury your face in your hands and sigh, fighting the urge to scream. 

"You're infuriating," as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that it's more dialogue directly from your dream. 

"And yet-" 

"Don't," you cut off Loki's next words, knowing exactly what he was going to say. 

You turn to face him again as a realization dawns on you, eyes going wide as you meet his gaze. 

"It was you!" Raising a finger to point at him accusingly, you start putting the pieces together. 

"I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate," he replies, but the smug look on his face tells you that he already knows exactly what you're talking about. 

"My dream!" You exclaim, heat flaring up within you at the memory. 

"What dream?" He tilts his head to the side, feigning innocence. 

"Don't play dumb!" You stalk toward him and grab his hair again, giving it a brutal wrench. He sucks in a breath, all joking gone from his expression as it turns to one of submission. 

"Okay, yes, I may have altered your dream a touch," he admits, blushing like a schoolboy. 

"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go messing around in people's heads!" 

"Well, it wouldn't have worked if you didn't want it to. I can't completely control someone's mind. I just planted a seed, your imagination did the rest," 

"Liar! I would never want something like that!" You practically scream, but uncertainty begins to blossom in your racing heart. 

"Are you sure about that?" His voice comes out barely above a whisper, dark eyes focused on your lips, and all logical thoughts burn away with the intense heat of your carnal desire. 

"Fuck it," you say, before kissing him with bruising force, using his hair to angle him right where you want. 

His hands immediately come to rest on your hips, squeezing and kneading at the flesh as you feverishly move your lips against his. He pulls you flush to his chest, his erection pressing into your belly, and you moan into his mouth. You grind on him, desperate for more friction. 

"See? You have to like me at least a bit to kiss me like that," Loki quips against your mouth, making you pull away to look at him. You emit a guttural sound and wrap your hand around his throat. 

"I'd like you a lot more if you shut up," you put a slight pressure on your grip and he blushes as a lewd cry escapes him at the feeling. 

"Better yet," you say, an idea taking form in your head, "why don't you put that mouth to good use," 

"What did you have in mind?" He whimpers and you release your hold on his neck, moving your hands to his shoulders, slowly pushing him to his knees. He obediently complies. 

"Make me cum," you say, spreading your legs as you tug on his raven locks, eliciting a delicious groan from the god. 

"As you wish," he says breathlessly, before leaning forward and burying his face in your aching sex. 

He wastes no time, immediately getting to work as he licks and sucks at your most sensitive parts. You grunt in satisfaction, bucking your hips up as you begin to ride his face, his skilled tongue working in tandem with your movements. He lets out a low, hungry growl, sending pleasurable vibrations right to your core. 

Loki eagerly follows your lead while you guide his head to all the right spots. He slides his hand up your thigh, teasing your dripping folds with his slender fingers before slipping one inside, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel him smirk against your clit, so you roughly tug his curls to remind him who’s in charge, but then he adds another finger and you almost collapse from the intense pleasure. 

“Oh fuck!” you exclaim as he pumps his digits in and out, slowly picking up the pace. Then, he closes his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking hard, and your orgasm slams into you with potent force. He helps you ride it out all the way before pulling back to look up at you through hooded eyes. 

An involuntary whine leaves you at the sight of him - on his knees, face glistening with your release, expression submissively blissed out - and you could cum again from the view alone. 

"On your feet," you say suddenly, and he immediately stands up. In this moment, you realize just how much taller he is than you, and a new wave of arousal flows through your body at the thought. 

You swap places with him and lean against the wall, looking up at him with hazy eyes before saying:

"Fuck me," 

He lets out a feral groan and pushes you roughly into the tile, pressing his mouth against yours with reckless abandon. His hands roam your form, squeezing at the supple flesh, and your body reacts to his every touch. 

You let out a small sigh at the taste of your own release on his tongue, savoring every graze of his palms over the curves of your figure. 

Suddenly, he leans back to look at your face, a serious expression on his own. 

“If I’m to have you, I’d prefer a bed,” his eyes search yours and you can’t help but laugh. He regards you quizzically and you speak between your giggles. 

“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” you say, but after a quick look around, you find yourself agreeing. “Okay, you might be right,” 

With that, he teleports the both of you to what you can only assume is his bedroom. You don’t even have a chance to look around before his mouth is on yours again, his long tongue swiping your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You gladly grant him access and commence a battle for dominance, one you quickly win. 

You guide him back towards the bed, hands exploring every inch of his body, until finally, you reach down to grip his hardened member. He groans into your mouth, bucking his hips against your palm. You smirk, pulling away to peer at him, noting his acquiescent expression. 

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you say, stroking him slowly. 

“Yes, please, I’ll do anything,” he pants, and a wicked thought forms in your mind. 

“Anything?” 

“Yes, anything,” 

A satisfied sigh escapes your lips and you push him onto the mattress, moving to stand over him. He leans back on his hands and watches you intently, studying your every move. 

“Lay down,” you instruct and he quickly readjusts himself. You climb onto his lap and straddle him, setting yourself on his stomach, just above his erection. He starts to reach for you, but you slap his hands away. 

“No touching,” you say firmly and he whines, but after giving him a pointed look, he obeys. “Good boy,” you continue, slowly running your hands over his chest, enjoying the way he whimpers. It is clear that he is struggling not to touch you, hands curled into fists as they grip the bed sheets. 

Your fingers wander further up until they reach his neck. You gently wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, feeling him buck his hips as a strained sob sounds from within. 

“You like that?” you ask, and he nods as best as he can from his position, a wonderful blush dusting his cheeks. 

You press harder and grind against him, feeling a mix of his precum and your own release between your thighs. 

“Such a pathetic plaything, getting off on me choking you,” you practically moan as you use your free hand to position his member so you can slide down onto it. Both of you let out a pleased cry at the relief of the sensation, and you continue to drop down until you are fully seated on his cock. 

Keeping one hand on his throat, you use the other to brace yourself on his chest as you begin to move, slowly working yourself towards your second climax. 

“Please,” he chokes out and you loosen your grip slightly in order to let him speak. “Let me touch you,” you think on it for a moment before quickly coming to a decision. 

“No,” you say, slamming down on him particularly hard and gripping his neck with more force than before. He lets out a delightful noise and writhes underneath you. You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, and with the way his cock twitches inside you, you know he’s close too. Increasing your speed, you put more pressure on his throat and say, “Cum for me,” 

Just as the words leave your mouth, he explodes inside of you, filling you up as you reach your own high. You ride it out to the end before collapsing on his chest, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath. 

A long moment passes as you feel him soften inside of you. Once you’ve gained back a little energy, you gently remove yourself from his lap and stand. 

“Where are you-” Loki starts, but you quickly cut him off. 

You were standing by the bar with Clint, Rhodey and Natasha. Your beer was nearly empty which gave Loki an opportunity. When he approached you your eyes instantly fell upon him. Loki didn’t fail to notice how your eyes seemed to shine a little brighter or how you stood a half inch taller.

Loki used to have insecurities about your relationship with him. You weren’t always the best at communicating or affection. Neither was he, if he were to be honest. Only when he started to pay attention to the smaller details did he start to understand just how much you love him.

Whenever he entered a room your attention instantly went to him. You usually continued with whatever you were doing but your eyes were always following him. 

Your expression always changed as well when Loki approached you. It either softened or brightened. Most of the time it was a combination of the two. One of his favorite looks you give him is the one with bright eyes, relaxed face, and a lazy smile. It’s the look you’re giving him right now and it never fails to send his heart racing in his chest.

He wasn’t nervous with you, not anymore. His heart raced with excitement and clenched with the overwhelming amount of affection the would wash over him.

Neither of you were overly affectionate in public and sometimes your communication skills lacked but there was no doubt that you loved him and he loved you. It was as clear as day not only between the two of you but for everyone around you.

“Thank you, darling,” You muttered, grabbing the beer from his hand and setting the empty one on the bar behind you. With your hand now free you wrapped it around his waist and brought Loki close. You pressed a simple yet loving kiss against the side of his head before returning your attention to Natasha, who’s complaining about something her father and sister had done over the weekend.

Loki played innocent for a few minutes. He stayed quiet and leaned into your side. He savored the feeling of you holding him, of being beside you. He missed you terribly over the last six weeks. While you were on your mission he had practically glued himself to Heimdall’s hip. The gatekeeper kept tabs on you and relayed information back to Loki. 

There had been more than one instance where Loki tried to demand Heimdall to send him to your location. Heimdall knew you didn’t need aid. If there was ever a moment where he thought you were in over your head he was prepared back you up with Loki, and Thor no doubt, by his side. Luckily, you never needed them.

Loki’s innocent play didn’t last more then seven minutes. He felt as if he should be rewarded for holding back that long.

The mischief came out subtly, just as he wanted. A light kiss on your shoulder followed by a quick nuzzle in the crook of your neck as he stepped slightly in front of you. You adjusted your grip around him wanting to keep him close but otherwise leaving him alone. That just wouldn’t do.

Loki hid his smirk as his hand gently rubbed your side. Deep down you knew what he was up too but you ignored him in favor of listening to Clint now talking about his children. He was becoming all giddy with how good his daughter was becoming with a bow.

Everything changed when Loki brushed his hips against your cock causing it to begin coming to life. You squeezed Loki’s side in warning. A warning that only deepened Loki’s smirk. Another kiss and another brush gained a sideways glance from you.

Deciding to switch tactics, Loki moves so that his back is leaning on your chest. You couldn’t help but to snake your arm around the entirety of his waist pulling him flush against you. Perfect.

A minute later and Loki tilts his hips backward. The movement is too slow and subtle for anyone other than you to notice. Loki manages to get away with his deviousness for barely a minute before your lips brush against his ear.

“Behave,” You mutter.

“It’s been nearly three and a half hours,” Loki grumbles back.

“Keep still for a few more minutes and we’ll leave,” You vow. Loki pauses and relaxes against you. A kiss on the neck is his only reward. This time Loki’s innocent streak lasts for two minutes and three seconds.

Instead of grinding back against you, his hands move behind him. You tense when Loki palms you through your trousers. A gentle squeeze followed by a much harsher one. One that causes a moan to threaten to erupt from your throat.

“Excuse us,” You mutter, quietly to your three friends before forcing Loki to accompany you to the elevator. Natasha smirks, nothing gets past her, while Clint and Rhodey continue as if you were never there.

The instant the doors you hand is around his throat and his back is slamming against the wall. Loki smirks staring into your eyes.

“Couldn’t behave for a while longer?” You hum, your thumb caressing his pulse.

“I don’t like sharing you,” Loki says. “You know that,” You hum again.

“Well, now you have me,” You whisper, dragging your nose along his cheek while tightening your hand around his throat. You shove your leg between his. Loki instantly rests his cock against it. “We have a few more floors left,” You mutter. “Get off if you can... otherwise it will be an awfully long night,”

Loki doesn’t waste a second. You smirk as he desperately grinds against your thigh. You squeeze a fraction tighter, enjoying his face turn a different shade. Loki grips your hips doing everything he can to cause as much pressure and friction as he can.

“Four more floors, my darling, are you close yet?” You ask. Loki tries to make sounds but struggles to with your hand around his throat. “So eager for a release, aren’t you Prince?” You state rather than question. “You need it... So close yet you don’t have much time.. Just one more floor. Can you do it, my darling? Will you cum for me?” Loki claws at your sides.

You pull away from his ear to watch his face. It’s a light shade of red with a thin sheet of sweat forming over his perfect skin. He looks beautiful. Beautifully frustrated and desperate.

You lightly tsk when the elevator doors open. Loki tries to cling onto you but you manage to pull your leg from between his. You release his throat allowing him to take in deep breaths.

“Come along, the night’s just starting,” You wink at him. You pull Loki from the elevator and toward your room.

When the door closes you turn on a light. You didn’t like doing things in the dark, not with Loki. The majority of your missions, which meant the majority of your life, was spent in the dark alone. You didn’t want to feel alone with Loki. You wanted to see him and be present in the moment. The dark had a way of pulling your mind into it’s clutches. A simple lamp went a long way.

“Come here,” You said. Loki had wandered off. Most likely to undress himself but that’s something you wanted to do. You didn’t undress Loki often but you enjoyed it when you did.

Loki stops when the toes of his shoes bump into yours. You allow yourself a moment to look at him. Loki never looked bad but tonight he looked especially handsome. He didn’t over do it with a suit and tie but kept his attire more than casual with slacks and a button up.

Delicately, you begin working on each button. You eyes follow your hands as his chest becomes more and more exposed. You didn’t bother controlling your desire to kiss his newly unveiled skin.

When the last button is undone your hands eagerly run along his smooth sides. They travel up to his shoulders and proceeds to push the shirt off his body. It hardly covers a spot on the floor before your hands are undoing his belt buckle.

Loki kicks his own shoes off and wiggles out of his trousers when you push them down his legs. You glance into his eyes and send him a playful smirk as your thumbs hook into his underwear.

You kneel to the ground as you pull the underwear down his leg. He steps out of them before giving you one leg to take his sock off. You caress his calf and kiss his knee before doing the same to the next leg.

You pepper kisses up his leg before you reach his cock. You looked up to see his eyes watching, waiting for you to touch him. You press a light kiss on the head before standing up.

“Are you just going to watch me all night or-”

“Get on the bed, pet,” You say. Your voice is calm but there’s a look in your eyes that dares him to challenge you. It’s not a playful look. Loki knows he’s already in for it and challenging you wouldn’t make things any better for him. Still, he considers it. “I won’t say it again,” You warn.

Loki decides to listen to you. He lays in the center of the bed. His cock stands throbbingly straight. You smirk and stand at the edge of the bed. You grab his feet and massage them while you thought about your plan. Loki enjoyed your touch but was becoming impatient.

“Touch me now or I’ll do it myself,” He snaps. You smirk.

“Go ahead,” You encourage him catching him off guard. “Only you’re not allowed to cum. You had your chance in the elevator and you’ll have another chance when it suits me. If you cum now, you won’t be able to again for the rest of the week,” You threaten him. “Or you can wait like a good little prince and I’ll take care of you,” You suggest before turning towards a chest of goodies you’ve acquired since knowing Loki.

Your relationship with the Asgardian god didn’t start with innocent dates and courting rituals. No, it started with tension and a quick fuck against the side of the Avengers building. Since your cock stretched his ass for the first time the god came back again and again until you were the only one who could satisfy him. The only one he trusted to satisfy him. The love, the connection happened later.

Since the quickie against the wall you started experimenting with him. You wanted to see what you could do to him and what he liked done to him. The list of what you couldn’t do is short which made nights more interesting.

You grabbed a few things before closing the chest. When you turned back around Loki shifted upon seeing what was in your hands.

You set the vibrator and lube on the bed beside him. What remained in your hands is a titanium bar. On the bar there’s four handcuffs. You use the outer two around Loki’s ankles. You lift his legs up to his head where you proceeded to lock his wrists in the inner two handcuffs.

“Comfortable?” You ask, rubbing the backs of his thighs. He nods frantically. “So open for me,” You hum, kissing down his legs to his ass. Loki inhales sharply when your tongue swirls around his hole. You suck around it before licking a stripe from his hole up and over his balls stopping at the base of his cock.

While you tease him with your mouth you grab the lube that you set on the bed. You opened it squirting it over your fingers and his hole. He shivers and then moans when you slip a finger inside of him. You pump in and out of him slowly before adding another finger.

“You look so pretty, pet,” You whisper, rubbing the back of his thigh with your free hand. Loki pants and pulls at the handcuff causing you to swiftly spank him in the ass. “Don’t move,” You order. “Just lay there and let me do what I want,” You say smirking at him.

“If you don’t touch my dick I’ll break this bar and do it myself,” He threatens.

“Will you?” You ask, raising your eyebrows and speeding up your fingers. “You want to break free of your restraints? Take matters into your own hands? Do you think you can satisfy yourself better than I can? No, you don’t think that at all do you? How pathetic. A god, such as yourself, at the mercy of a human, like me,” You smirk at him. “What would the other Asgardian’s think of you if they found you like this for me?” Loki glares at you but can’t prevent the moan from leaving his lips when you add a third finger. “You’re nothing but a fuck bunny for me, aren’t you?” Loki bites his lip. “Aren’t you?” You ask again but he refuses to answer.

Your hand leaves his thigh and goes straight for his cock. His jaw drops when you grip it tightly. You jerk him off at a pace that causes his back to arch off the bed.

“You’re a slut, Loki. A slut and my personal fuck bunny, right?” You ask him. “Come on, baby, answer me,” You whisper, speeding up both hands. “If you answer, I’ll let you cum,” You promise. Loki groans, squirming under you. “You don’t want to cum? But you were so desperate earlier... You humped my leg like a whore in the elevator, remember?” You ask. “Tell me, pet... What are you?” Loki groans again and throws his head back into the pillows. “Do you really wanna wait until tomorrow to have your release?” You ask. “I’ll make you wait,” You sang.

It isn’t until he’s right on the edge and you begin to slow down does he cave. Stubborn brat.

“I’m a slut! I’m your slut! Your whore, fuck bunny! Anything! Just let me cum, please,” He begs. You torture him on the edge for a few more seconds making him even more desperate. “Please, please, please! I’m your slut. I’m yours!”

“Good boy,” You whisper, helping him over the edge. He gasps and groans right before he shots his load all over his chest. You chuckle and continue to jack him off until you’ve milked all the cum out of him.

You look at his closed eyes and watch as his body relaxes against the mattress. You withdraw your fingers and grant him a few seconds to relax. You swirl your fingers in the cum while smirking at Loki.

“We’re not done yet, darling,” You promise. “I still have at least another two orgasms I want from you,” Loki opens his eyes to look at you. “You were naughty at the party, pet, and there’s consequences for your actions,” You whisper.

“At least I have your attention,” Loki smirks. You return the grin and hover over him. You rest your hands on the spread bar and lean on it. He groans as you stretch his legs back a little further.

“Oh, darling, as if you ever lost it,” You whisper before kissing him passionately enough to make him see stars. When you pull from him you begin to kiss along his jaw line before leaning back completely. “Round two,” You wink at him while lathering your painfully stiff cock with lube.

You look into his eyes as you push into him. His hands turn into fists and his back arches once more but he never looks away from your eyes. You didn’t like it when he broke eye contact first, especially when your pushing deep inside of him.

“God, Loki, you feel so good,” You breathe out. You bottom out and stay there for a moment. Loki clenches around you cause your eyes to close. You let out a sharp breath. “So, so, fucking good,” You whisper before pulling back and thrusting back in. It doesn’t take long for you to pick up speed.

You lean back on your knees bracing your hands on his thighs. Loki groans panting below you. Unable to resist his plum ass you bring your hand down on it until both cheeks at rosy red all the while Loki moans and whines for you.

“So good, darling, so good for me,” You praise quietly. “Your perfect. Too perfect for this world and just right more me,” Loki whines rubbing his head against the pillows. You wrap your hand around Loki’s cock again and jack him off again. “Who’s my good boy?” You ask. Loki just moans and you smirk. “Am I fucking you stupid, darling?” You ask. When he looks at you you notice the haze in his eyes. You also notice him fighting it. “Let go, love,” You whisper. “Trust me... I’ll take care of you, I’ll make you feel good,” You promise twisting your hand around his cock before rubbing the head.

Loki’s eyes close and his jaw drops. You feel a surge of pride and even more lust surging through you. You slam your cock in and out of him chasing your own orgasm.

As you feel yourself becoming close you can notice Loki squirming more than usual. He mutters under his breath and tries to wiggle his hips.

“Cum for me, pet,” You demand. Loki doesn’t argue. He shutters as an orgasm rips through him pulling your along with him. You collapse on top of him, you cock buried deep within his ass. “So good baby,” You whisper, kissing his neck.

When you feel yourself soften you pull out of him. He whimpers but you shush him tenderly. You uncuff his legs and wrists. You gently guide each leg to the bed before setting the bar on the ground beside the bed. You check his wrists and ankles to make sure they’re not too red.

“You got one more for me, love?” You ask, softly. He whines tiredly. You rub his hips and his chest. You lean down and lick up some of his cum. “One more and I’ll draw you a nice warm bath,” You promise. He just huffs in response. You kiss a trail up to his neck before nipping at his ear. “Tell me your color, love,” You whisper. It takes him a moment to register what you said.

“Green,” He whispers. You smile lifting your head. You press a soft kiss on his lips. He puckers his own in response.

“Such a good pet,” You whisper, reaching for the vibrator. Loki peaks his eyes open at the sound. You watch him as you bring the wand to his cock. You circle it around the head. Loki’s eyes instantly roll to the back of his head. He releases a long moan.

You watch him as you continue to torture him with the wand. You move it up and down the front and back of his cock. You use your other hand to play with his balls before lowering yourself between his legs to take them in your mouth.

Loki’s hands go to your hair and you groan as he pulls on it. Your eyes go back to his face. You love the way it twists only to relax for a second and go back to a frustrated look. You can tell just by his look and the noises he makes that he’s about to cum once again.

“Come on, baby, just one more,” You whisper. “You’re so close,” Loki whines and thrusts his hips up but you move the wand with his movements until he squirts once again. You grin keeping the vibrations on him until l he’s a twitching mess.

When you turn it off and set it down, Loki’s body relaxes. You smile rubbing his legs as he catches his breath.

“You did so well, baby boy, so well,” You whisper, kissing his lips then his chin, nose and forehead. “How’re you feeling, darling?” Loki hums, lazily wrapping his arms around you. He pulls you down against him. “I promised you a bath,” He hums. “We need to clean up,” He snuggles closer to you. You roll onto your back and old him tightly. “Just a few minutes,” You whisper.

“Thank you,” He whispers against your neck. You kiss the top of his head and run your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“Lets get into the bath,” You whisper. He snuggles closer causing you to smile. You wrap his legs around you causing him to groan. You shush him softly. “I’ve got you, darling,” You promise. You sit up, adjust your grip on him, and then stand. You walk slowly to your private bathroom where you set him on the large counter. You lean his back against the mirror. “Stay,” You whisper.

His hazed eyes follow you as you turn on the bath and fill the tube with the perfect temperature. Loki naturally ran cold so for the bath to be comfortable it basically had to be scolding but your skin couldn’t take that much heat. So, you made it as hot as you could handle and hoped it would be enough for him.

“Come on, in the tub,” You whisper, returning to him. His leg latched around you and he pulled you for another kiss. It was sweet and loving and you craved it. You didn’t want to stop kissing him but you knew that the both of you needed to be cleaned. You also knew that it wouldn’t be long until Loki needed sleep.

You lifted him off the counter and carried him over to the tub. You readjusted your grip and gently lowered him down. Once he was in the water you got in behind him. He leaned against your chest and let out a soft sigh.

“So good,” You whisper in his ear. You grabbed a soft cloth and soaked it in the water. You then began to wash his chest. “You did so well, baby,” You told him. “You took me so well. Took everything so well. I love you so much,”

“Love you too,” He whisper, turning his head to cuddle into your neck. You hummed softly and continued to wash him. You whispered praises and love the entire time. Only when the water cooled off did the both of you climb out.

You grabbed a towel and dried him off thoroughly. Then you quickly dried yourself before grabbing his wrist and leading him toward the bed. You had him wait for you to change the sheets and blanket before you laid down. He cuddled on top of you instantly.