#loki drabble

You twist your head and find his lips in the dark. “Did everything go alright?”

“Mmm.” Loki presses a kiss to the curve of your neck and your whole body tingles. “I came straight from the bifrost. I may be a little cold, I’m sorry.”

“I’ll warm you up.” You push your ass against his crotch.

“Don’t tempt me, Mortal.”

You bite your lip, stifling a laugh as Loki’s cock hardens beneath the press of your flesh.

“I heard that,” he whispers, and drags himself through the gap of your ass cheeks. “But fortunately for you, retribution for your mischief will be merciful, tonight.”

You frown, and crane back. “You’re too tired?”

Unthinkable.

Only the faintest outline of Loki is visible: hair tied up in a knot, the angular lines of his face cutting though the darkness.

“A little.” But he thrusts gently against your ass all the same. “I wouldn’t be providing the worship you’re accustomed to—and that simply isn’t acceptable. It's almost dawn. Go back to sleep.”

You draw your lips over his, relishing the heat of his breath despite the chill of his skin and the metallic scorch of magic which clings to it.

“I just want to be near you.” You reach between your bodies and grip his cock, pumping the crown gently. Loki groans. “Please?”

Loki’s mouth latches to the curve of your neck and you fall back to the pillow. His cock rubs over the slip of your sex, the long column of flesh skating through your folds and rubbing over your clit. The pretty moans Loki adores flutter from your lips as he draws his manhood back, lingers, and then slides it inside you. You gasp his name as he stills.

“Clench…” he murmurs into your neck, and you do. A groan catches in his throat. It makes you squirm against him, but Loki holds you still. “You wanted to be near me. Is this not close enough?”

His hand cups your breast, and a thread of desire flares directly to your cunt as he brushes a fingertip over the nipple. “Clench,” he orders softly. The purr is waves scraping shells. “Good. Circle.”

“Loki…” you whimper, circling your hips tightly against the flat of his stomach.

Ordinarily he would be plunging himself into you like a symphony: calculated highs and lows which flow to the rhythm of your need. But there’s something impossibly erotic about his woozy breaths —about the god’s lazy sigh as you bring the crown of his perfect cock to the lip of your channel and dip it, before pushing back once more. His contentment is a chorus of praise, beautiful in its filth, and as his thighs tense, you slow—an attempt to edge him.

“Don’t you dare,” he growls.

Loki curls to your back and slips his hand between your legs. The skilful fingers tug at your clit—once, twice, and on the third, you explode. The force of your tense spills Loki over the edge, and heavy breaths filling the bedroom as the two of you tumble through climax.

You turn your head as the panting subsides, kissing the soft skin beneath his eye.

“I missed you,” you whisper, but as you try to slid his cock free from your body, he pulls you closer.

“Don’t let me go,” he says. “Not yet.”

“Never.”

His smile grows against your skin as the first chink of dawn spills through the crack in the curtains. He catches your lips with a final, tender thrust inside you, his body radiating the same warmth as the beat of the heart thumping between your shoulder-blades.

He was soaked with sweat, the long strands of his hair sticking to his forehead, to your cheek, to your neck where he kept pressing open-mouthed kisses between gasps. His back was damp beneath your nails, his skin slick and burning. You were just as wrecked, hair plastered to your fingers as your hand stayed in his hair, thighs trembling with aftershocks, your body flushed and twitching from too many orgasms.

Still, he moved.

Not fast, but deep. Slow, dragging thrusts that made you sob quietly into his skin, your hips bucking despite how sensitive you were. The wet squelch of your cunt echoed in the space between you, filthy and relentless, his come dripping out of you and smearing between your thighs and his lap, making each movement even messier.

“Gods,” Loki rasped, forehead pressed to yours, his voice unsteady, nearly delirious. “You’re still so tight. You’re clenching me, sweet girl-do you feel that?”

You did. You felt everything.

Every slow, grinding roll of his cock inside you. Every twitch. Every drag along your swollen walls, the stretch of him still making your whole body tremble. You were oversensitive, overstimulated, overwhelmed, and still it wasn’t enough.

He kissed you again, sloppy, open-mouthed, tongues tangling, moaning into each other like the only thing keeping you alive was the taste of the other. You tasted like sweat and salt and Loki’s spend, and you could feel your own slick smeared across your inner thighs, coating both of your skin.

“I can’t stop,” he whispered against your lips, broken and reverent. “Gods, I should, I should stop but ugh I can’t. Not when your cunt keeps pulling me back in like this. Not when it feels like I’m going to live inside you.”

His hands were everywhere. One gripped your ass, kneading it to tilt your hips into a sharper grind. The other slid between your bodies, fingers finding your soaked clit-swollen, aching-and rubbed slow, tight circles that made your thighs jerk around his waist.

You cried out, voice cracked and desperate, and he growled into your mouth.

“Come again,” he ordered, voice low and harsh. “I know you can. I know you’re right there, trembling for it. Don’t fucking hold back-I want it, I want to feel it.”

Your eyes rolled back as your body locked, muscles seizing around him, and your orgasm hit like heat lightning, sharp, bright, violent. You sobbed, legs tightening around him, nails dragging down his back as your pussy fluttered and spasmed around his cock, milking him again, again….

“Fuck, fuck, yes,” Loki gasped, eyes wide, pupils blown. “You feel so good when you cum I can’t-gods-”

He snapped his hips up once, then again, and then he was spilling into you with a stuttering groan, voice pitched low and needy as he held you close and poured every last drop inside your pulsing cunt. His cock twitched, throbbing deep, and you both shivered with the raw intensity of it.

And yet, again he didn’t pull out.

Neither of you even thought about it.

You were still clinging to him, your face buried in his neck, lips brushing sweat-slick skin, your whole body still spasming with aftershocks. His hands cradled your waist, your back, holding you together, thumbs stroking your skin like he needed the connection to stay sane.

“Such a messy girl,” he whispered, voice distant, dazed. “Still leaking around me. Look at us…”

You couldn’t.

All you could do was pant into his neck and hold him tighter as his hips started rocking again. Shallow. Gentle. Just enough to keep it going. Just enough to make your clit twitch and your thighs jerk.

“Loki-” you whimpered, half-plea, half-warning.

“I know,” he murmured. “I know it’s too much. I don’t care. I want to feel you until there’s nothing left of us but sweat and cum and this.”

Another kiss. Another slow thrust. Another wave building.

And you realized, he was right.

You didn’t want to stop.

you cried out, high pitched moans tumbling out as you brought a hand to cup at the back of his head, encouraging him to keep lapping at you.

you’re enraptured by the feel of his mouth, such intensity on your sensitive flesh, strong suction causing your slick to gush around his long cock.

he pulls away slowly, focus still stuck on your tits, “fuck, can’t wait for the day these are filled with milk for our children.”

his eyes flicked up when you involuntarily clenched around his thick cock, surprise covering his features.

“oh you dirty girl,” he purred, tilting your jaw up to meet him in a desperate kiss, tongues swirling together, teeth nipping at your bottom lip.

your legs began to shake over his shoulders, knees closing in around his neck. he panted into your mouth, brows scrunched together at the breathtaking feel of your cunt, slick walls tight around his pulsing cock.

“going to fill you up with my babies, you want that, darling? want me to make you a mother?”

“please, wanna feel it, want your babies,”

all it took was a few swipes over your clit and your release was flowing through you, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands gripped at him, trying to keep yourself grounded as white light flashed behind your lids.

“oh, good girl, fuck i’m gonna cum, gonna fill you up,”

shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you brought your hands up to his hair, tugging just enough for pain to turn to pleasure, keeping your eyes locked on his as you whispered to him, “let me make you a daddy.”

you moaned at the feel of his spend coating your insides, thick cum spurting inside you as you fist at his hair, clenching down at his rough groans. his eyes bore into yours, noses pressed together as you breathing slowed.

he carefully pulled out, whispering a ‘sh sh sh’ when you whimpered as he watched his cum spill out of you. he collected it with his fingertips, smearing it over your puffy cunt before pushing it back inside, plugging you full, looking up at you with a grin.

The hardened length of his cock pressed firmly against the curve of your ass as you sat on his lap, your legs hooked over this thighs. The thin cotton of your panties the only barrier preventing your core from being fully exposed.

Loki's hands slid slowly up your torso, stopping just under your breasts as he made eye contact with you through the mirror he had conjured in front of you.

He gave his hips a slow roll, the motion sending a burst of pleasure through your body and making your spine arch against his chest. He dragged his fingertips up the underside of your tits before circling them around the outer edges of your areolas. You closed your eyes, your mouth falling open slightly, getting lost in the sensation.

"Ah ah. Look at me," he demanded, his fingers still working your nerves.

You shook your head slowly, letting it fall back onto his shoulder. You gasped breathlessly as he pinched your nipples harshly, rolling the sensitive buds between his thumbs and index fingers.

"Look. At. Me."

You forced your eyes open, your cunt flooding at the sight of your tits in his hands. The skin of your nipples was flushed, the blood rushing to the surface from his manipulation.

Palming the full weight of each breast in his hands, he gave them a squeeze, slowly massaging them as you watched your reflection helplessly. His fingers flicked over the nipples once again as he kneaded your chest and you just couldn't take it anymore. You rolled your hips back against his hard body, humping the air in a desperate attempt to gain any friction possible.

"You need more?" he asked huskily in your ear. You nodded furiously, too aroused to care about how embarrassingly flustered your face was in the mirror.

Three familiar figures materialized in the empty space in front of the mirror, one seated on either side of you and the third kneeling between your legs. You damn near came in your panties as you realize they were clones of him, the same knowing smirk gracing each of their mouths.

The pair beside you lowered themselves to take a nipple in each of their mouths, the Loki beneath you reaching down to your hips to slip the cotton fabric from your hips and tossed them away. Your heart raced as he lifted you up with one hand and aligned his cock with your soaked entrance.

A broken whimper escaped your throat as you sank down onto his length, every inch stretching you open. The third clone remained kneeling before you, his head dipping between your legs and sliding his hot tongue between your lips, brushing the tip under the hood of your clit.

You keened as your every nerve was set ablaze, the Loki beneath you beginning to thrust up into your cunt, the pair attached to your tits sucking harshly on your nipples as a wicked tongue continued to flick over your clit.

"Eyes open, darling. I want to see those pretty eyes."

Your forced yourself to meet his gaze in the reflection, focusing on your will power on not cumming.

"Is it safe?" You picked up, smelling it. Mead. Kinda smelled like beer. You gave it a sip. "Ah, gross," and scrunched up your nose.

Steve laughed, as did Thor. He clapped a hand on your knee. "Asgardian drink isn't for everyone, I see."

"Beer is not my thing, thanks." You gave Steve a thumbs up as you gave the cup back to him.

"You know what I've always wondered," Thor started, his eyes twinkling with mirth, "Why my brother and you never became-" he gestured between Loki and you, already making you want to sink into the floor of the skyscraper, "A thing. Courting. Like me and Jane. You even look the same! Both in black always, and green."

You looked at Loki, before you dared interrupt Thor's little speech, but all he gave you was a look cold as ice. It chilled you to the bone, you swallowed thickly. "Thor, I really don't think-"

Steve gave you one of those reassuring looks that made you feel safe, before stepping in. "I think you've had enough, buddy."

Thor continued, paying none of you any mind. "And then there's the personality, both of you, very harsh," he waved his hands around, "very difficult. You both dislike other people. You don't like fun. The only thing you haven't done," he pointed to you, "is stab me in the back, haha!"

"We can change that," you smiled coldly.

"Just keep in mind," and he spoke only to you then, voice lowering like he was sharing a secret. "my brother can be very difficult. But he's a good person deep down. I think the two of you could-"

He was interrupted by Loki, who abruptly stood up. "Thor, you are an oaf and an idiot at the best of times, but the notion of me courting…" he gestured to you, "is simply ridiculous. Even if, if, we are a bit similar-"

Bruce chipped in. "Well, you do dress very similarly. Black hair, black clothes, fondness of leather…"

"See, that’s what I mean!" grinned Thor with a wave at Bruce. You wanted to time travel back to when you were a child so you could stab yourself and none of this would ever happen.

Loki visibly became more pissed off. "Thor. Do not. Meddle. Is it not humiliation enough that I have to be here, to be yanked on my leash by all you 'Avengers', to go on missions yet without any agency whatsoever? And to have you, now, propose such ridiculous and offensive scenarios… i really thought you were better than that, brother."

His face twisted with annoyance and frustration, and although it looked like he wanted to say even more, he stormed off before he let himself. Perhaps for the best.

"Ah. That was rather harsh." You said, exhaling carefully, the sting of his words like daggers in your heart fading to a strange numbness. "Excuse me." You mumbled, to no one in particular, and calmly walked off, containing the tears and the weight of rejection until you were safely alone in your room.

Life continued. For the next week, you avoided Loki, and Thor. You didn’t want to look either in the eye. Avoiding Thor was much harder, as he was like a dog that kept coming back even after you kicked it. After three weeks, you'd gone back to normal with Thor, as that was easier than making a whole thing out of avoiding him. Any mention of his brother still made you tense up.

One day, Thor asked you to stay back after training, and his serious face didn’t bode well.

"I know things have been tense lately, between us and my brother."

"Because of you, yes," you said, nodding.

He chuckled awkwardly. "And him being mean, yeah. But that’s not what I want to talk about. Things have been tense, and he's fully shut me out. It's got me worried. He won't talk to me, or anyone else."

You shrugged. "Like you said, he dislikes people. As do I."

His eyes pleaded with you. He took one hand into both of his and squeezed. "Please. You're truly the last one I thought of."

"I appreciate that," you said sarcastically. "What do you hope to accomplish?" You sighed, already feeling yourself cave. Not for Thor, gods no, but to see Loki again. To maybe have a bit of closure, so that you could move on for real this time. So that things could go back to normal.

So, you found yourself outside Loki's door not even half an hour later. Bravely, you knocked, and during the knocking you realised you had absolutely no idea what to say. He probably wouldn't answer the door anyway, so it wouldn't matter, but nerves raged through your body all the same. You hoped you wouldn't cry when confronted with the harshness of his rejection.

"Ridiculous and offensive," you mumbled to yourself, ready to turn back around and leave.

Instead, the door swung open. Loki stood there, dressed in his sleek, stunningly beautiful black and green. He didn’t even look human - not that he was. And that on a Sunday night, past eleven pm. Dressed to the nines, beautiful beyond belief.

"Yes?" He said tersely.

At the sight of him, whether it be from nerves or from emotions, you sighed deeply. "Hi."

He looked you up and down with the stern eye of a falcon. Then he held the door open a little further, as an invitation.

It baffled you enough that it took a whole minute for you to catch up. You shut the door behind you with a click, staying leaned against it.

"What have you come here for?" Loki asked, impatience already radiating from him.

You steeled your nerves, took a deep breath just like when you'd face a big foe. "Thor is worried about you, because, in his words; 'things have been tense'."

"Have you told him that it’s his fault?" Calmly, he moved through his room. His bed was in the back, by the window, made up with black silken sheets. The walls were lined with bookcases, filled to the brim with books. Oh, how you’d love to browse through them, get to know him better, to read together in his comfortable chair… instead, he didn’t even look at you. He busied himself shelving books, with his side to you.

"Yeah, I did tell him that." You waved your hand. "I came to say that, even though your words were harsh and hurtful, Thor shouldn’t have pushed the subject. Sometimes it pisses me off how he talks about you, like he’s the rational one. So," you lingered, "peace?" And outstretched your hand to him.

He looked at your hand, but you refused to retract it until you got an answer. Even the wait felt like walking on knives, reliving that rejection once again. Then he stepped closer, grasped your hand - yay, you won! Peace! - but instead of shaking it, he lifted it to his face and kissed your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.

Speechless, you watched him. When he dropped your hand, it fell limply by your side. "Alright, peace," you said, and cleared your throat. Face burning hot, you were ready to make your exit (hopefully a graceful one if you could help it), but he stopped you in your tracks.

He held up a book. Was that what he was rummaging around for? You hadn’t paid attention enough. "Do you remember this book?"

It was one you’d read and lent to him, way back. You nodded.

"You recommended it to me when we just met. It’s quite good. This was my first taste of Midgardian literature." He placed the book in your hands.

"Keep it, I didn’t expect to get it back." He didn’t move to take it, so you put it down onto the arm of the chair nearby. "I’m glad it was to your liking."

This time, you stepped away successfully. A strange sensation plucked at your heart, like the first unfurling blossoms of an apple tree in spring.

Behind you was a sigh, then he called your name. With the door already open, you paused and looked back. His blue eyes stormed.

"Im sorry for my harsh words. Explaining myself won’t help, so take my apology instead."

Speechless, you stood there on the threshold, feeling your eyes prick with tears, from relief and the darnest glimmer of hope. "Thanks, I appreciate that," you managed, before closing the door and rushing off to your room.

The Avengers compound amazed you. There was so much to see, and Tony Stark had become somewhat of a father figure for you. He was very encouraging and for the most part, you were enjoying your start at the tower. You felt like the Avengers were like your family now. Natasha, Thor, and Steve were all like older siblings to you. Thor's brother Loki, however, had made several advances towards you. You always felt that he was teasing or that he wouldn't be interested in someone like you. You were a mere mortal, and although you were intelligent, Loki was a god.

However, he was a god who knew what and who he wanted. And he had his eyes set on you. The team didn't completely trust Loki yet. So, whenever they found themselves on a mission and you were stuck working in the lab, Loki always seemed to make his way up there to see you. On a typical day, he was always hiding in the library. But whenever you were in the lab alone, he was there to find you. Today was one of those days.

Loki also loved to comment on your lab gear, as he thought it was adorable. Your goggles, lab coat, your face shield. It was just simply adorable. So, when he spotted you in the lab, doing some experiments, he internally grinned. He opened up the glass door leading inside, and immediately you glanced up at him. "Oh darling, why can't you just be mine already?" You giggled, but avoided the question. "Loki, how many times have I told you that you need to be in proper lab attire to be in the lab? It is far too danger-" Loki shushed you by placing his index finger over your lips.

"And how many times have I told you I'm a god, love?" You glared up into his eyes. "That doesn't mean you're immortal from chemical burns, Loki."

"Aren't you bored up here?" He asked you suddenly. "No, thank you for asking. I'm quite entertained by what I'm doing here."

"So that means you don't want me to tear those clothes off of you?" Loki proposed. "I- I- um-" You stuttered, clearly flustered by his question. He shushed you again with his index finger. You blushed, pulling away from him slightly. "I'm working."

"You can't just take a little fifteen minute break?" He pondered. You went to speak, before he spoke again. "Actually, we both know it'd turn into much longer than that." He winked, and your cheeks turned into an even deeper red hue.

"Okay, doll. I'll leave you be. For now..." The god left your presence, and suddenly you felt a longing in your chest for him. You did like Loki. A lot. But you felt that his teasing you must be completely silly and only due to the fact that he was completely and entirely out of your league.

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The next time you saw Loki was when the Avengers returned from their mission later that day. Tony called a post-mission meeting in the team room to talk about strengths and weaknesses of the team and how improvements could be made.

You sat down with your cup of water, ready to talk with everyone about how the mission had gone. Everyone was alive, so the conversation was promising. In addition, no one ended up in the medical wing of the tower. Therefore, the meeting was to take place in the conference room in mere minutes. Tony, Thor, Natasha, Bruce, Steve, yourself, Loki, and several others sat among a large table.

Tony began with an overview of the mission, and although you tried your best to pay attention, you couldn't help but zone out unexpectedly several different times. You went for your glass of water, taking a small sip.

However, Loki had other plans. He formulated that a combination of your white blouse and water would be a delightfully - nearly lethal - one. With a flick of his hand, the water slipped out of the glass and onto the fabric that now coated your chest. The fabric that once hung loose, complimenting the shape of your breasts now completely surrounded them, and Loki loved the sight. You cursed to yourself, then got up and retreated to your room to change. Everyone understood why.

Loki, being his mischievous self, created a clone of himself to watch upon the meeting, while the other followed you to your bedroom.

"Darling, are you alright?" Loki knocked on your door with little to no hesitation. "Yes, Loki! I'm alright. Thank you for asking. Just getting changed!" In an instant, Loki transported himself into your room. Your white, lacy bra exposed to him, along with your tight black pencil skirt leaving little to the imagination. You gasped.

"I wouldn't mind helping you get undressed..." Loki spoke, shocking you. Your heart started to beat faster and faster. "I- um- we have a meeting to attend, Loki." Although you had always sensed Loki's teasing towards you, it was always your understanding that all it was was teasing. Nothing more. But this - this was different. He was standing in front of you now, seeing more than most men ever had. Recognizing just how much you were exposed to the god, you attempted to fold your arms across your chest, which he immediately pulled back down to the side.

"Don't hide yourself from me, darling." Loki's voice was soft, yet stern. You gazed up at him, your innocent doe eyes doing more to him than you could ever imagine. Loki felt himself hardening more, if at all possible. "Let's make a deal, Y/N L/N. If I can get your precious mortal form to cum in 5 minutes or less, then you become mine."

You stood still for a moment, like a deer in headlights, completely shocked from his words. If you were honest, you had no idea that Loki even knew your last name. "I- I-" you started, unable to pursue words any longer. "Do we have a deal?" Loki spoke, more confidently than ever. "What do you mean I become yours?" You almost snapped at him, suddenly becoming somewhat agitated by the pressure of Loki's presence. "Your delicious physical form will be mine, your mind, your heart, all of it."

"So a slave?" "No, not a slave. I worship you too much. I just want you." You looked perplexed for a moment. "But why?" "Darling, shh. Your questions are terribly incessant. So, do we have a deal?"

"I would like to adjust the terms slightly. If - and I mean if - you can make me cum in 5 minutes, you can take me out on a date. Being a piece of property just really does not appeal to me in the slightest." In all honesty, you did not anticipate Loki taking your bid for a mere date. "Darling, I do not view you as property, not at all. However, I will accept your offer for this 'date.'"

And with that, Loki placed his lips firmly on yours. Slightly in shock, you pulled away for a mere moment. "Ah ah ah, we need a timer." You pulled out your phone, setting a timer for 5 minutes. He planted a kiss on you once more, wasting absolutely no time stripping you of your skirt, bra, and panties. 4m 53s.

He pushed you onto the bed, magically ridding himself of his own clothes as well. With the snap of his fingers, his clothes were removed, the green dust dissolved and they quickly dissipated, revealing his brilliant body underneath. 4m 47s. 

His cock stood at attention, its length prominent. Certainly larger than you had taken previously. You had begun to doubt the possibility of Loki even being able to fit inside of you. Before you could question it further, you felt Loki’s heated breath on your labia, his fingers parting it slightly so he could coax forward your clitoris towards his tongue. 

He brought his mouth to sit around your clit, suckling lightly as he got you warmed up. Similarly, he brought his fingers to massage your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples. Suddenly, a magical green aura flashed, and a second Loki was upon you, taking your lips in his, twisting his tongue amongst yours, and almost most importantly, bringing your wrists up to hold in restraint above your head. 4m 32s. 

Your heat became considerably wetter, especially now that there were two Lokis playing with you. You moaned, which was mostly absorbed by Loki’s mouth, which was still toying with yours. You felt your nipples get pinched, at this point you weren’t sure by which Loki. You just knew pleasure, and that you were writhing with it, overwhelmingly so. 

You felt a teasing finger prod your entrance, almost beckoning you forward to beg for Loki’s member. However, you were distracted enough by the gentle kisses that were being placed on your lips, that you didn’t want to pull away from aside from the ever so slight breath that was needed for your pleasure to continue. Loki’s tongue continued to swirl around your clit teasingly, as your canal spasmed around his finger. 4m 15s.

You felt Loki’s lips release from yours, while you still felt the pressure from the other Loki lower. You let out a brief moan, making eye contact with the Loki above. “Good girl. Let me hear your beautiful sounds, darling.” 3m 57s. 

“You’re quite wet down here, my love. How would you like to feel your God inside of you?” The other Loki spoke from below, while simultaneously continuing to play with your clit and inside of you. You nodded feverishly, desperate to feel more than just Loki’s fingers in you. “Say it, my love.” “Please, Loki. Please.” 

“With pleasure, darling.” 3m 28s. The other Loki who was kissing you disappeared into green dust, as the first stood up. “I prefer this part to be more intimate, just the two of us.” 

Suddenly, Loki’s tip prodded against your opening, he took his time swirling around it before gently pressing inwards. You let out a moan as his tip entered you, pressing against your walls. His girth was certainly more than anyone you had been with previously. He is a god, after all. “Fuck,” you cursed. 

Loki tsked. “Be a good girl for me” he slid inside of you with a sudden movement, fully penetrating you. 2m 45s. 

“Oh my god” you moaned. “That’s right, your god.” 2m 22s. 

Loki brought your legs to his shoulders, thrusting steadily inside of you as he kissed your lips. You had never felt this much pleasure in your life. You groaned out as Loki released your lips from his. “Feels good, doesn’t it baby?”

“So, so good” you moaned, his pulsating inside of you more and more consistent, more intense with every stroke. “You’re so good for me, love.” 

Your legs shaking with pleasure as Loki continued his persistent pounding of your canal. 1m 57s.

“I’m-” you stuttered, Loki hardly giving you a chance to catch your breath as warmth built inside of your stomach. “You’re what, darling?” Loki questioned teasingly, knowing you barely had it in you to answer. 1m 34s. 

“I’m gonna- oh my god.” 

“You’re gonna what, love?”

“Cu-cum.” 

“Cum with me, darling. Now.” 1m 2s. 

You felt Loki’s hot fluids coat your insides, as your pleasure brought you to the most incredible orgasm of your life. Loki, staying inside of you, brought his mouth to yours to continue his delicate, yet intense, displays of affection. “Looks like I got about a minute to spare, my lady. So when’s that date?” 

Loki slid out of you, landing next to you on the bed where he could snuggle in close to you.

“Well, let’s count out today, I won’t be able to walk until at least tomorrow.” Loki placed kisses on your cheek and jawline as he held you close.