#loki sub

“Somewhat.”

“Can I see if I can help?”

“I—” Loki hesitated, displaying yet another trait of his you had deduced; he was weird with touch. He absolutely hated being touched by people he did not fancy. There was only a handful of people he would allow to touch him, and even then, his discomfort would still show. Luckily for you, you were one of the people he did allow.

“It’s fine, Loki,” you told him. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” He started.

“You didn’t. I guess…”. He shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose you can go ahead. Maybe there is a Midgardian remedy we have not yet come across.” You chuckled, because you knew he was teasing, and moved to stand behind him. Your hands rested on his shoulders, and he jumped.

“Hey,” you said gently, “it’s just me.” You let the thumb and heel of your right-hand press into the back of his neck. Resistance met your skin. “You have a knot here,” you told him. “It goes down your back?”

“All the way to my tail bone.” You winced and began kneading the back of his neck in circles.

“Thor really fucked you up, huh?” Loki grunted in response. “Would you like a massage?”

“What?”

“A massage,” you enunciated. “It’s where you use your hands to rub and knead—”

Loki cut you off with a snort. “I know what a massage is, dove. Why do you want to give me one?”

“Because your back is messed up,” you emphasized your point with a shake of his shoulders. “My aunt taught me how to. I’m pretty good at it, if I do say so myself.”

“Hmm.” Loki tilted his head back against the top of the chair to look you in the eyes. You felt yourself shiver beneath his intense stare. “And who is there to vouch for you?”

“Every guy I’ve ever dated.” You weren’t sure why, but Loki’s brow furrowed upon hearing this. “Come on,” you clapped his shoulders, “let me take care of you.” He waved a hand in the air.

“If you must.”

“You’ll have to get on the bed.” Your hands were limited with the current position you were in. His collar alone prevented you from reaching most of his neck, much less for the chair he was sitting in that cushioned his entire back. “Lie under the covers.”

Loki did as instructed. It was the first time you had seen him listen without putting up a fight. He removed his cloak and slid under the covers in his breeches and tunic. A light green shimmered over his body and soon, you were staring at the naked and surprisingly muscled back of the younger prince. Your eyebrows shot up as you surveyed the hills and valleys of his skin.

“Problem, dove?” He was smirking at you, and it made your stomach flutter.

“Yes.” You gestured to his enormous bed. With him in the centre, there was no way you were going to be able to reach him if you stood at either side. “Your bed is ridiculously huge. I’m going to have to sit on your back.”

Loki chuckled. “By all means.”

The clothing you wore proved a challenge to maneuver. As an ambassador you had to dress the part, which meant wearing whatever your ladies decided to strap you into. Today it was a light blue dress with a keyhole neckline and airy skirts. The underwear you wore was thin, mostly to keep you cool beneath the long skirts, but when you bunched your skirts up to straddle Loki’s thighs you realized it might have been a mistake.

“I’m going to touch you now,” you announced to the back of Loki’s head. He had his arms crossed on the pillows with his face buried in them. There was a bottle of lotion on Loki’s side table that you grabbed up. Once your poured the lotion in your hands and rubbed them together, you placed both your palms on his back. Loki jumped at the contact. “Relax, Lokes.”

“Hmhm.” You decided to focus on his neck first. Your hands cupped his neck to allow your thumbs to rub into the knot. The muscles were tight and drawn and you sensed Loki tense in pain. A little kneading got the resistance to disappear and then his entire body relaxed with a sigh.

“How’s that?”

“Good,” Loki moaned. You bit your lip and continued working his neck. Every circle of your fingers relaxed his body even more until he was laying loose beneath you. With his neck free, you started to move to his back.

“Going to your back now, okay?” There was no reply. “Hey,” you stroked the hair at the nape of his neck and felt him shiver. “You falling asleep on me?”

Loki turned his face to the side. “Your tiny hands feel so wonderful I just might.” His voice was thicker than you had ever heard. With a hum, you used your hands to spread lotion down his back. His muscles quivered. You pressed your palms into a particularly tough knot in the centre of his back, massaging with gentle motions. A little more pressure had it giving way beneath your palms. “Fuck!”

The quiet expletive made you stop. “Loki, you good? Did I hurt you?” The only response was a weak shake of his head. Confused, you continued your task. Most of his muscles were already finished and there was only one area of his back that needed fixing, right above his ass. The sheets covered it, and only his lower back was visible. You ran your hands down to the skin and once again, he jumped. “Lokes?”

He moaned. “S-sorry.” Again, his tone confused you. It was breathy, shallow, like he was struggling to breathe. “I’ll stay still.”

“Loki, you can move.” The tips of your thumbs pressed together as they slid down his smooth back. “I just want to make sure I’m not hurting you.” His skittishness was blowing your mind. Loki was a lot of things but shy was not one of them. That, coupled with the change in his breathing, was really throwing you off, and it was not until your hands pressed into the flesh of his lower back did you start to get an inkling of why.

Your fingers locked together and rubbed a circle on his skin. As you did so, you felt his thighs tense. The close proximity of your core to his legs made you tense as well. Ignoring the feelings coursing through you, you applied more pressure on his lower back. This time, Loki pressed his hips into the bed.

What was that? Piqued, you repeated your actions. You smirked when Loki’s hips made a full circle against the bed. A light gasp left his lips as the action ended, as though he could not believe what he had just done.

A wicked smile lit up your face.

“Lokiiii,” you sang. The tips of your fingers danced up his sides. His skin rippled beneath them. “Is this turning you on, my prince?” He did not reply. “It seems like it is. Look at you,” you could not resist wriggling your hips against him. A hitch of his breath had you biting your lip. “Is that why you’ve been so silent, my prince? Am I turning you on?”

It was quick, his confession—just a bob of his head—but you caught it.

“It’s okay,” you told him. You wiped your hands on the sheets of his bed and leaned down to his ear. “Turn over,” you whispered, “let me see.”

“Y/N—”

“I said turn over, my prince.” He obeyed this time. You lifted your hips so he could turn over and planted yourself back on his lower stomach. His hard length strained against your ass beneath the sheets. Pink dusted the sides of his cheeks. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you rested your hands on his pecs. Your nails raked down his chest as you leaned forward to speak in his ear again. “Didn’t I tell you I would take care of you?” He nodded. “Are you going to be good for me?”

“Yes,” he whimpered.

“Good boy.” Your tongue flicked out against the shell of his ear. While he was distracted with your ministrations, you slid your hips back and onto his bulge. He hissed as your cores connected, hands going to your waist. He bucked up into you, but you swatted at his hands. “No.”

“No?” he furrowed his brow. His eyes were lidded as you rocked your hips against him.

“Hands behind your head, my prince. They will stay like that for the entire night or I’ll leave this room and leave you,” you pressed your hips down deeper and he cried out, “all alone. Is that clear?”

“Yes.” His hands locked behind his head. You never would have thought the prince of lies would have a submissive side, but you had to admit it was a fun revelation. Loki had long caught your eye and if he needed you to help him out, you were glad to oblige. Feeling cheeky, you reached down and cupped his bulge. He hissed and you kissed his cheek.

“Look at you,” you told him. “Such a pretty prince. You pretend to be all lonesome and stoic but really, you just want someone to take care of you, don’t you?” You cupped him harder. “Don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked out. The veins in his arms stood out with tension. “P-please take care of me.”

“You’re so pretty when you beg, my prince.” Flattening your hand against his chest, you slid it down and beneath the sheets. You grasped him suddenly and felt his hips thrust into your hand. “No, none of that.” You sat back up and on his thighs. The sheets were removed, giving you a view of his penis. The head was red with need and precum leaked from the tip. A thick vein running down the side of it had you licking your lips in glee.

“Y/N?” You looked up to see Loki staring at you with pleading eyes. His pupils were blown, and you could barely see the green in them. “Touch me? P-please?”

“Of course, sweet boy.” You wrapped your hand around around his length and began to pump. The remnant lotion lubricated him well, allowing your hand to slide over his shaft easily. Loki’s lips parted in an ‘O’ and you could not help yourself. You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his. He was shocked, but not so much that he did not kiss you back.

You let your tongue slide into his mouth. Loki tasted like cardamom and ginger. His taste was in your mouth and his scent was in your head and your hand was on his cock and you felt so good. Loki felt good too, so good that he forgot your rule. His hand, which was supposed to remain under his head, became tangled in your hair.

“Loki…” You released his cock. “What was the rule?”

“I’m sorry,” he whined.

“And you were so close too,” you shook your head as you got off of him.

“Y/N, wait!” He reached out to you. “Don’t go. Please!”

“I’m not going anywhere, sweet boy.” You reached under your skirts to pull your underwear off. Hunger entered Loki’s eyes as he spied the lace lying on his floor. “I’m just getting comfortable. Lay back, pretty prince.” He did as he was told, and you straddled him again. “Now, I’m going to slide my pussy against your cock, and you’re not allowed to cum. That’s your punishment for disobeying me. Do you understand?”

He swallowed thickly. “Yes.”

“Good boy.” You kissed his cheek. “Hands behind your head, sweet boy. And remember, you can’t cum unless I say so.” Your hips slid back until your pussy met his cock. His length split your folds and your wetness allowed you to slide over him. A moan left your lips as his shaft brushed your clit. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep this up. Loki was insanely attractive to you, and he felt exquisite. It was a struggle for you to not switch off and beg him to fuck you senseless.

The only bright side was that he was struggling too. The muscles of his arms stood out with the effort it took not to touch you. He was biting his lip to stifle his moans, and his face was red with the effort to not cum all over himself.

“How are we doing, sweet boy?” Sweat gathered on his forehead. His breathing was ragged, and his eyes were heavy lidded. Loki could barely even speak as you stroked his cock with your folds.

“Need to cum,” he whimpered. “Please.”

Had you been a meaner person, you would have ignored him. The power you had over him was not something you were willing to give up. However, you were nearing you end too, and Loki looked so pretty beneath you that you just had to give in. “Okay,” you told him, “here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to use those long fingers to rub my clit and make me cum. When I cum, so can you. Okay, pretty boy?”

Loki’s hand flew to your clit eagerly. He found it in a snap and began playing you like a fiddle. Your back arched off of him with a curse. “Fuck!” You circled your hips against him with a newfound ferocity. His cock throbbed between your folds. Whether Loki need to cum that badly, or if he was just that good with his hands, you didn’t know.

All you knew was that your body was on fire. You couldn’t think straight. Your pussy was throbbing, and Loki’s length felt so good. His fingers on your clit were making your head spin. A tingle ran up your spine and pressure built in your lower stomach. It curled and coiled, tighter and tighter and tighter until your head snapped back, and you came with a yell.

Loki was right behind you. He gripped your hips and bucked up into you with a loud moan. It reverberated through the room. Cum spurted against your ass and you knew you both had just made a big mess. You flopped forward against his chest. His lips found yours and captured them between his own. The kiss was less sexually charged than before, but pleasurable nonetheless, and there was a blissful look in his eyes when you pulled back. He looked at you like a blind man might look at the sun upon having his sight restored.

Your fingers found his hair and threaded themselves through the thick locks. You had always wondered what they felt like. “Back feel better?” He nodded. “Good.” You got to your knees and settled your thighs on either side of his head. A spark of lust entered Loki’s eyes. “Now show me what else that silver tongue can do, sweet boy.”

Part 2

Loki and Thor were mad at each other, about something you couldn't even remember. It was a small thing, more a misunderstanding, but both men were too prideful to apologize first. Instead, they started to trick each other. Well, Loki started to trick Thor and Thor did his best to retaliate. Whenever he succeeded, Loki would kick it up a notch.

There was a small party, mostly just friends. You had found the perfect dress for it, all black and it came up until your knee. The dress had a slit in it, exposing your right thigh a little. On the chest of the dress there was a white flower, Loki's favourite flower, with multiple branches that covered most of the dress. Loki was already at the party, you would come later. Right before you entered the room, you bumped into Thor in the hallway. As a true gentleman – or so you thought - he let you enter first. You opened the door, and a bucket with slime, you didn't even know what it exactly was, fell and covered you completely.

That’s when you heard Thor yell ‘I knew you had something planned!’ to Loki. Loki was standing in the middle of all the guests, looking horrified that his trick had backfired. You immediately left the party to clean yourself up. Once you were clean and in sweats, you tried to salvage the dress. But that was ruined. Loki had knocked on your door repeatedly that night, but you ignored him.

The next morning, you awoke from Loki knocking on your door again. Against your better judgement you let him in. He had brought breakfast and stared to apologize immediately. Once that didn't have the effect he hoped, he fixed your dress. That did make things better.

‘I don't know’ you said. ‘Not only was it really gross, it was also really humiliating’

‘I know, and I'm truly sorry. I never intended it to be you’ he answered.

You just sighed. ‘Can I make it up to you?’ he purred.

‘Seriously?’ you asked.

‘What? You looked really stunning in that dress. I have been up all-night, thinking about it’

‘How is you tying me up, teasing me and making me beg, making it up to me?’ you asked.

‘I haven't heard you complain before’ he smirked.

You blushed a little but weren't planning on giving him what he wanted. Not until he suddenly surprised you. ‘And what if you take control?’ he asked.

‘What?’

‘I mean it, you take control. I'll do anything you tell me to do. But please don't be mad at me anymore’ and how could you resist those begging eyes? Only problem is, you were always the submissive one. And had no idea how to even begin.

‘I don't know what to do’ you finally admitted.

Loki just leaned closer and whispered in your ear ‘Undress and sit on my face. Let me use my silver tongue to bring you over the edge as many times as you want’

Your breath was stuck in your throat, and you felt yourself get warm. Loki knew exactly how his voice affects you, but you didn't care at the moment. You had to clench your thighs together in the hope to relieve some of the tension that was going through you. You agreed, but had a feeling that Loki still had a trick up his sleeve. You knew him better than anyone.

The two of you undressed and Loki laid down on your bed, without saying a word. You got on top of him, straddling him and started to kiss him. Loki's hands started to roam your body, and quickly found your breasts. He squeezed them while he rolled your nipples in between his thumb and index finger. You felt yourself get wet and his erection started to grow. When he was fully erect, it crossed your mind to abandon the plan and let him dominate you like he always did. How you loved. But you were curious to see how it would be like if the roles were reversed.

Instead of paying his cock any attention you moved upwards and eventually sat down on his face. You felt Loki's tongue circle your clit. He moaned out loud sending vibrations through you. His tongue circled your clit and didn't relent. He would change his pressure from light to hard. His tongue left your clit to swipe along your whole slit. Then he plunged his tongue in your whole and started over again at your clit. He was keeping you on your toes. You tried to calculate his moves but couldn't. You were too wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you, that you couldn't concentrate anymore. You were moaning shamelessly. Your hands went to his hair, and you instinctively started to tug on it, making Loki moan with you.

‘I'm close’ you panted.

You felt Loki put more pressure on your clit and you came moaning his name. You starting to move your hips, grinding on his tongue until your orgasm ebbed away. Loki let you use him as you wanted. You sighed contently and moved off him. That's when he suddenly grabbed your thighs and put you back down on his tongue. He started to lick and suck on your clit, you there was no tomorrow. He held your thighs in an iron grip making it unable for you to move. Giving you no other choice than to take it.

‘Loki’ you tried to warn, but it came more out as a wanton moan.

Suddenly your arms were lifted above your head, like they were chained to the roof. You looked down and saw Loki looking straight at you. He winked and you felt two hands on your breast. You felt the familiar feeling of leather against your chest, and you knew that Loki had doubled himself.

‘Safeword?’ the other Loki whispered in your ear.

‘Red’ you panted. The feeling of Loki's tongue was started to drive you insane.

‘Good, now let me make it really up to you’ he growled in your ear. And you knew you were in for a very long and exhausting morning but were going to love every second of it.

Turning fully towards Loki once more, you find him seated on the end of the bed. He’s been silently observing you as well, and a smirk hints that he likes the view.

“What brings you here?” you ask, crossing your arms below your bosom to push the breasts up towards the low neckline.

“These are my chambers,” the explanation is quiet, but his voice drops as he continues, “as are the contents.”

The low purr sends shivers through your body, and you know there won’t be anything you’ll refuse him even though you’re willing to play hard to get. “Is that so? I thought it was illegal to own people…at least I won’t be your slave.” ‘Cause I’m wearing the crown.

“My slave? No…you’ll attend to my needs of your own free will tonight,” he purrs deviously, “then we’ll see about the title later.”

“I may be benevolent…if you get undressed.”

Quirking and eyebrow, Loki doesn’t discuss the terms but merely waves a hand to magic his simple clothes away in a haze of gold and emerald, leaving him naked and very much at attention. Rarely one to ignore an impressive cock, your eyes are drawn to the semi-erection between the Asgardian’s thighs. Yes, you feel an aching need for it…but you want more than that, craving his touch everywhere on the skin. A hungry meeting of hot and cold. Past trails of kisses and love bites need renewing with a vigour that can only be found by those who nearly lost the way completely.

“Stroke yourself…my lord.”

He obeys without hesitation by grabbing the cock loosely, arm resting on the thigh as he sets a lazy pace without even once taking the eyes off you. Some incentive won’t go amiss. Reaching up under the dress, you find the delicate fabric of the underwear and pull it down. By the time it appears from under the skirts to pool around you ankles, Loki’s tongue is wetting his lips and his breathing has sped up. Moments later the tiny piece of clothing lands beside him on the bed.

“Move up to the headboard.”

Again, there’s no argument, and he’s rewarded by the golden sash that has held the dress tight around your waist. This one lands on the floor and is soon joined by the first layer of the dress (only leaving two more – Asgardian fashion is very different from temporary Earth-clothes). On his own, Loki has resumed the stroking but this time tighter, baring the dark cockhead each time his hand reaches the base. A bead of natural lubrication appears and is spread in a thin, glistening sheen.

This is how it's gonna be This is what you'll think of me

You pull at a few more ribbons, very slowly, before the most substantial part of the dress cascades off your shoulders. Gone are the flowy sleeves and the midnight-purple dabbled with gold, and you’re left in a thin shift in a ridiculously romantic lilac hue. You’d never have picked that yourself, but Loki approves, drinking in the vision of you.

“My dear,” the hushed longing transforms into the tell-tale purr, “had I know this would be my reward for sacrificing myself then I would not have waited so long.”

Head held high you cross the distance to the foot end of the bed. “Who says the reward is yours?”

You have to hold on to the horns perched precariously on your head as you climb onto the mattress, but as you settle down (kneeling or sitting on your heels) near Loki’s feet, it’s safe for you to occupy your hands elsewhere. Tracing every curve through the delicate fabric, you allow the god to admire what he can from afar. The pointed nipples are pinched and rolled through the almost transparent silk; waist is highlighted by broad strokes along the sides of the ribcage and across the stomach before  you roll your hips into your own palms.

A few feet away, Loki’s ragged breath is barely muted by the teeth he digs into the lower lip even though his hand has slowed. All he can do, it seems, is to hold on to whatever is near. His grasp on the Asgardian shape is failing, causing red to mingle with the normally bright colour of his iris while the blue shade reclaims his limbs by spreading from each ridge and marking.

Bunching the skirt up a bit, one of your hands disappears underneath it with a clear destination. Although the nimble movement of the fingers is nothing by a shadow underneath the rumpled fabric, you help Loki understand exactly what is happening by rolling your hips, guiding your own fingers between then slick folds. And you do nothing at all to mask the obscene sound produced each time a finger slips past the entrance to the core or the growing moans when you tease the clit.

“[Y/N]…” the god groans desperately.

“Yeah?”

Your other hand hasn’t been idle but working your breasts and nipples through the shift. Now you slide it down a thigh and begin to collect the fabric, pulling it upwards inch by inch. It’s torture for Loki. His cock is straining and leaking precum.

“Let me worship your gorgeous body.” The offer’s breathless, making you smirk at his attempt to hide the frustration.

“Don’t want to strain you,” you mumble.

Already kissing a path up his legs while trying to control the impractical headpiece, you whine as the golden horns are stolen for you. Looking up at Loki, however, you change your mind. Fuck me. Battling colours in eyes and skin takes absolutely nothing from the sight. Sex on legs? Sure. And confident, skilled temptation too. But with that thing on his head there’s no doubt in your heart that he does command you.

Straightening up on your knees, it’s a battle to pull the shift off slow enough to maintain some semblance of control. Don’t let him decide anything…else...It lands in a heap somewhere beyond the bed. Bending down to continue the path you’d started, the kisses and bites are only interrupted the few times you have to swat the impatient god’s hands away, each time earning a growl that does nothing but encourage you. You pay particularly good attention to Loki’s hipbones and sensitive area around the cock…but you don’t touch him there.

The balls get a slow lick (resulting in a tremulous gasp) before you move on up across his chest where each nipple get either a kiss of a bite, and by the time you’re indulging yourself with the neck and chiseled jaw, you’ve come to straddle Loki…but you still don’t touch his cock.

“[Y/N…]”

“Patience.”

And I'm about to make it clear It's going down like I told ya I'm the baddest mother up in here

Lips meet, tongues dance. It’s enough of a distraction that you can return a hand to your own sex, causing you to sigh into Loki’s mouth, and as cool hands caress your shoulders and back you realize just how easily the god would be able to push you over the edge.

“My pet.” Insisting arms are pulling you closer, a bigger hand nudging your to take over the sinful ministrations.

“I thin’,” you murmur through teeth pulling at his earlobe, “tha’ we’ve establi’ed I’m no’ ju’ your pet.”

Moving closer, tilting your hips is all it take to guide his throbbing cock between your slick folds until it’s glistening. A bonk from the headgear and a tremulous groan proves the effect it has on Loki. It’s all he can do, restraining himself from rutting into you, and you see the shimmer as his Asgardian shape threatens to fail.

“I wanna fuck you, Loki,” you purr, “don’t hide your perfections.”

His eyes snap open, red outside the blown blackness of lust, making you shiver with anticipation of this wilder side of him as he grows just a smidgen in all dimension while the skin takes on the Jotun characteristics that you’ve come to love.

“There we go.”

Sure, the praise makes him smile crookedly, but the expression changes to that of slack-jawed bliss the moment you begin to lower yourself onto his length. Fuuuuck. Thick, ridged, and cold, the intrusion send shiver rolling through your body and there’s no way to prevent how hard you clamp on to him with your pussy.

Slow at first, and with Loki’s hands tight on your hips for guidance, you ride the god to the verge of the first orgasm. It becomes difficult to maintain the dragging rhythm even with your hands wrapped around the horns for support until a breathy order tumbles from you lips and Loki keeps you in place while he thrusts into you. Hard and deep, the ridges seem to slide across your g-spot with a perfection you couldn’t attain on your own, and soon you’re gasping the god’s name as your cunt spasms and your womb shakes.

“Let m–“

“No!” You’re not done with him yet, raising high enough to release his cock from your hold before you collapse onto his chest. “Not yet.”

“Then allow me to taste you, m’lady.”

How can you say no to that? Rolling off of him, you barely have time to land before his tongue weaves between the shivering folds.

Shit. The moans Loki produces should be illegal, obscene in sound as he eagerly labs at you, there’s no doubt that he genuinely enjoys what he’s doing, and each satisfied hum and groan sends vibrations into your core and still-sensitive clit.

Guiding him by the horns, you bring his focus exactly where you need it. The cold might soothe the burning ache, but there’s no respite from the feverish pleasure rolling through you. A finger, then two and then three are added to the mix and this time he’s got you arching as you practically call out for him. High-pitched and ignorant of a world outside the bed.

“Lo-LoKII!”

You can feel him smile against your core. “Yes, m’lady?”

A cheeky idea pops into your head, and you smile down at his glistening face. “You’ve been so very good, my dear,” shivering subtly from the soaring ecstasy, a pleased sigh escapes you, “I’ll grant you a wish.”

Now that gets his attention. Prowling over your naked form, he reach far enough to explore your throat and jawline with his mouth before biting gently at your ear.

“A wish…” he ponders while sending new shivers down your spine, “I should like to take you on all four. My horns on your beautiful head to hold on to as I ram into your delicious quim.”

A deep kiss seals the deal, but before you turn around, he places the golden accessory on your head. Oh, it’s like that? A golden shimmer radiated like a halo around your skull and you feel the crown tighten until it fits perfectly.

“So…perfect.” Something else than lust burns in the red and black eyes as Loki takes you in.

Suddenly, he’s twisted you around and you scramble to find purchase against the intricately carved wood of the headboard as your god slams his cock deep into you, one hand digging its fingers into your butt cheek while the other grabs hold of one of the horns. The tug isn’t harsh, but it’s enough to force your head back and spine arching in a way that present your ass perfectly for him.

Gibberish. That’s all the words tumbling from your mouth are, but the moans and whimpers are easy enough to understand and they spur the man on.

You’re already keening from the impending bliss when a cold hand snakes around your hips to find the slippery folds and the tiny nerve bundle hidden away there. A few circular rubs is all it takes before you come undone, screaming silently with pleasure.

“My…qu-queennn!”

Cold and hot liquids mix within you, taking away your attention from the sharp bite on your shoulder. Moments later, the two of you have collapsed in an ungraceful heap of tangled limbs and sloppy kisses. Somehow the golden horns disappear on their own.

“I’m gonna…gonna wear that more…often,” you manage to gasp.

The arm that ensnares you and pulls you close is still blue. Big and strong and absolutely perfect like the chest you snuggle against.

“But now we sleep, my dear.”

Loki, on the other hand, seemed content to eat you out for as long as you’d like. His face was smeared with your juices, eyes locked on your reddened face. There was a glint of something in his eyes that you could not quite discern. A hunger, you would say if you had to guess, but for what you could not tell. Your body was too busy falling apart in another orgasm to care.

“Ah!” Your fingernails dug into the gold of his headboard, head falling forward. The metal sent a shock of cold through your forehead that brought you back to reality.

“Y/N?” Loki was breathing hard beneath you. His hands were still behind his head, fingers locked together to keep them there.

“Yes, sweet boy?” Embarrassment coloured his cheeks.

“D-did I do okay?” You grinned.

“You did excellent, pretty prince. So good, in fact, that I’m going to return the favour.” You let your hand slide behind you towards Loki’s lower body. It met a warm, stiff appendage that made him hiss when you grabbed it. His hips thrusted of their own accord into your hand. “Like that?”

“Yesssss.” He hissed again as you tightened your hold.

“You’re so hard,” you told him as you pumped his length. “So needy. Did tasting me turn you on, pretty boy? Is that it?” His face was still covered with your juices on one side of his mouth. You wiped some off with your thumb, then positioned it at his lips. His mouth opened without question to draw in your thumb.

“Like how I taste?” you asked, as you watched him clean your finger. He gave a meek nod. “Good boy. Now,” you gripped his chin, and trailed a long fingernail down his cheek, “can you do me a favour?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, anything.”

“Conjure me something to tie those hands with.”

Warmth appeared in your palms. You brought them together in time to see a thick strip of green silk materialize in them. Smirking, you reached forward and wound the silk around Loki’s wrists before threading them through the headboard. A tight knot secured the fabric in place. “Can you tug on that for me, pretty prince?” He did, and the knot held. “Excellent. Keep those on and don’t even think of magicking them away, you hear?”

You were not sure if Loki nodded or not, for you had already begun kissing a line down his toned stomach. Your hands followed the path your mouth made on their way down. Every scratch of your nails made him shiver and you could not resist adding a little extra pressure. Lines of red appeared on his torso as you did so, striping his white skin, though you were careful not to break the skin. Your tongue darted out to soothe the scratches as soon as your nails completed their journey.

“Fuck!” he hissed, and you smirked against his skin. You licked a stripe along his hipbone and watched his cock twitch in anticipation. Loki was very well endowed. In retrospect, you expected nothing less from a God. He was always bragging about his talents and abilities that part of you knew he to have something to back it up. There was a reason so many ladies of the court were drawn to him—men, too—and it was not just his way with words that kept them coming back for more. “Y/N, pleaaassseeeee…”

The plea melded into a hiss as your mouth slid over his cock. You took his entire length in the orifice— a feat considering the sheer size— and released it with a pop. The tip of your tongue met the weeping head and swirled, spreading the precum that had gathered there. Beneath you, the God of Lies struggled to contain himself. A glance up at his face found him looking down at you with lidded eyes. You knew he wanted nothing more than to grab ahold of your head and begin thrusting into your mouth, so you gave him a little reprieve.

Grabbing the base of his shaft, you began bobbing your head in a pendulous rhythm. It was not quite enough to get him off, just to where he needed to be. Within moments you had him worked up into a frenzy. He was a writhing, sweating mess beneath you on the bed and you thought he looked just lovely. So lovely, in fact, that you could not help prolonging his teasing. You released his cock, revelling in the grunt of frustration he let out.

“Y/N!” There was open hurtin Loki’s eyes. His chest rose and fell in heaves as he stared up at you, betrayal haunting those green eyes of his. “Why—”

“Shhhh…”. You silenced him with a kiss. His lips were quickly becoming your favourite part of his body. There was no way you’d be able to go a day without kissing them, henceforth. “It’s okay,” you whispered, so close to his ear your breath made him shiver. “I’ll take care of you.”

You reached down and grabbed ahold of his throbbing cock, smirking as he moaned into the silent room. Bracing yourself with a hand on his sculpted chest, you scooted back so you were hovering over him. You had to bite your lip as his thick head touched your folds.

“Loki,” you purred, stroking his hair. “Can you look at me?” Heavy lidded eyes found yours. His pupils were blown so wide that the green of them was only visible in a wire thin ring. “Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” he whimpered. “Yes. Please fuck me.”

“Okay.” You slid down on his cock at a slow, torturous pace. His girth was a challenge to take, and you bit your lip as you felt your walls stretch to their limits. A tear came to your eye as you took all of him in. You had to pause when he bottomed out. You swore you felt the head of his cock brushing against your cervix as you waited for your body to adjust to his godly size.

“Y/N?” Your eyes opened at the whisper.

“Yes, sweet boy?”

“Can you move?” he requested shyly. “Please?”

“Hmmm…” You could not resist raking your nails down his chest. “You want me to move?” He nodded. A wicked grin lit up your face. “I don’t know about that, my prince. You feel so good inside of me right now, reaching every inch and crevice. Perhaps I might just sit here for the night and keep you warm. How about that?”

It was quick, the shift in Loki. One minute his eyes were pleading and submissive and the next they hardened. The silk disappeared from his hands, and you felt yourself being flipped onto your back. “Loki!”

“Quiet, mortal,” he growled in your ear, and you shuddered. One of his hands came to lie at the base of your throat—not applying pressure, just a thinly-veiled threat—and you felt your walls clench in excitement. “You think you can tease a God without repercussions?”

You shook your head no. In retrospect, you should have known Loki had his limits. He was so dominating in every aspect of his life that it was no surprise he could also be so in bed. Really, it was your own fault for pushing him so far.

“Have you ever been fucked by a God before, kitten?” You shook your head. Loki’s hand moved further up your throat, thumb resting over your right carotid. “Use your words, kitten.”

“N-no,” you stammered out. Your head was still spinning from the speed at which Loki had switched. All the power and control you had dissipated into thin air, taking your confidence along with it. Now, you were at the mercy of the dark prince of Asgard.

“Good. I’m going to fuck you so well that no man will ever be able to please you again. Your cunt will weep every time you think of me.” A sharp rip tore through the air. Loki, in his worked-up mood, had grabbed ahold of your bodice and ripped your dress right down. Your full breasts spilled out in all their glory, and Loki licked his lips at the sight.

You moaned as he took a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard on the pebbled nub. His tongue circled for a few revolutions before he bit down on the wet skin, making you cry out his name. He peppered kisses over the sore nipple before moving up to your neck. His lips sought out a spot behind your ear that drove you wild and made your walls clench around his cock again.

“I can feel your cunt squeezing me with need, kitten. Not so confident now that the power has been taken away from you, huh?” His fingers sought out your clit and began rubbing deep circles. You squirmed and reached for him. “No, no. You can’t touch.” You felt a force circle your arms and pull them taught above your head. The same green silk that bound Loki’s wrists earlier appeared around yours, securing them to the headboard above, and all the while he kept rubbing your clit with increasing bouts of pressure.

You were so close. Your walls were permanently contracted on his length and the coil in your lower stomach had wound to the end. The smooth silk rubbed over your wrists as you twisted and turned, toes curling and scratching against Loki’s legs. If they broke the skin, you had no idea, all you knew was that the coil snapped and your orgasm ripped through you like wildfire.

A scream left your throat, and before you could even recover, Loki threw your legs over his shoulders and began thrusting into you. Shockwaves flooded your still sensitive vagina. You moaned— a warning to stop or a plea to continue, you weren’t sure. The grooves and veins of his cock massaged your walls with every snap of his hips, and it was not long before you were cumming all over him again.

“You like to tease?” he hissed, as you rode out your second orgasm. “You think you can tease the God of Mischief?”

“N-no,” you whimpered, but it fell on deaf ears. Loki brought both of your legs together and bent them at the knees, pushing them to the side so he could lean forward and nip the skin of your ear.

“I’m going to make you cum until you’re begging me to stop, kitten. You won’t be able to walk straight when I’m done with you.” His words sent a thrill through your body, as did the way he was grinding his hips into you. “You wanted to know how you tasted? Why don’t you tell me?”

Loki slid out of you. Despite the quivering of your walls and pelvic muscles, you moaned at the loss of contact. He flipped you over onto your hands and knees and you felt his skillful fingers sliding through your folds. You hissed when they made contact with your sensitive clit. “Loki!”

“Shhh…” He slid two of his fingers into your mouth. The taste of your juices was all over them, tangy and sour, and you wondered how on earth he could have possibly liked it. “Clean it all up, good girl,” Loki ordered. “I don’t want to see a drop left.” He pressed into you again, and your teeth bit into his fingers. “Darling, let up.”

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and wound them in your hair instead. Gently, so as not to injure your neck, he held you in place whilst his other hand found your hip. It was the only warning your got before he began fucking you from behind. Your eyes closed with a whine. You were dead sure your body could not take anymore orgasms. Loki had already given you more than you were used to in one session, and you were exhausted. Your body might fall apart if he gave you anymore.

“Lokes,” you whimpered between the slapping of skin on skin, “I-I’m getting shaky over here. Can’t cum anymore.” A hand was pressed to the small of your back in response, and pressure was applied until you were laying on your stomach. A pillow appeared beneath you to give your hips a lift. “Loki!”

“Shhh…” He adjusted your left leg so it was bent at the hip, the other straight between you two. You felt his front press closer to your back and his hand was on your hip. Kisses, sweet and soft, covered the back of your neck. “Can you give me one more?” he asked, voice more subdued than before. “Please, darling? One more just for me.”

With a start, you realized why he was asking; Loki had not cum yet. Had your hands been free you would have smacked your forehead. Of course,he hadn’t cum yet. Taking over control had made him focus his efforts on you, which meant there was none left on himself. “I want too,” you admitted, “but I don’t think I can.”

“You can, darling. I’ll help you.” Your clit screamed in protest when his finger began rubbing it again. The stimulation was painful, but the pleasure was by far winning out. It was an odd mix of both, one that had your walls quaking and legs shaking. You could not quite remember a time when you had ever felt such a feeling before. Part of you knew you should stop but the other begged you to lie still and let Loki fuck the living daylights out of you.

“That’s it,” Loki whispered. “That’s it, good girl.” He pushed your leg up closer to your head and you whined at the shift in position. Every thrust touched your womb and made stars explode behind your eyes.

“Loki….”

“Shhh, we’re almost there, love. Almost there.” You were going to pass out. That was the only conclusion you could come too. The pleasure was too much. It was too much. Your body was slicked with sweat and you could barely feel Loki’s cock anymore. You were approaching numb and his finger on your clit was so—

“AH!” A scrape of his thumbnail over your bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. You came suddenly—violently—body convulsing off the bed so much that Loki had to hold you down.

“Darling, it’s okay,” he grunted, coming down from his own high. “It’s okay, love.” The endearment had you clenching, startling a yell from Loki as you came again. You looked down at your lower body in betrayal. How were there even anymore orgasms left in you? You were sure you were all emptied out.

“Lokes.” You reached for him, only just noticing the restraints around your wrists were gone. “Loki?”

“I’m here.” Strong arms turned you on your back. Hands wiped your hair away from your sweaty forehead. “I’m right here,” he said again, and his lips touched your forehead. You could not see him, and it took you some time to realize it was because your eyes were still closed.

“So,” you murmured, opening your eyes once more, “that’s what it’s like to fuck a God.”

Loki chuckled low. “That’s what it’s like to fuck me. Others may be different; however I am quite partial to my own skills.” Another kiss was pressed to the top of your head. “Would you care to join me for a bath?”

“Later. My legs don’t work yet.” You felt yourself being shifted under the covers, and Loki made sure not to touch you anywhere below your waist. The overstimulation might have made you cry.

“Okay.” Loki lay his head on your stomach, rubbing his face over your skin like a cat. You giggled and kissed the top of his head. His eyes came to rest on yours, and he asked, “Did I hurt you?”

You were quick to assure him. “Nope.”

“Good.” His nose rubbed against your chest, then he looked up at you again. You noticed his ears were tinged pink. “Y/N? Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, sweet boy.” The endearment slid off your tongue without you even having to think about it.

“I-uh… Nevermind.” He hid his face in your stomach, tips of his ears turning to a deep red.

“Loki.” You stroked his head with your nails. “Loki, what is it?” He lifted his head to look at you again, and you saw that his blush had spread to his face. You ran the back of your hand over his red cheeks with a comforting smile. “Tell me.”

“Can you take care of me again, sometime?”

After some consideration, you thought the best way to go about it, was to challenge Loki to a sparring match. The two of you knew he was stronger, but that didn’t mean he won every time. In fact, both of you kept pushing each other to your limits and were able to turn the tables at the most unexpected times during a match. It kept things interesting and fun. But you knew that subconsciously Loki would start to think he had the upper hand, if the two of you thought. And right know, he needed to think that.

Loki was very pleased that you had challenged him. He was going all out, slightly showing off with his over-the-top movements. You held back a bit, but not too much for him to notice. You had to conserve some energy for what would come next. You let Loki win, feigning annoyance when he tackled you to the ground, trapping you underneath his weight. After a few snarky remarks and a victory kiss, he let up and helped you to your feet. The two of you were sweating and you signalled the servant for something to drink. A drink, you had prepared beforehand.

The servant came with the tray and you poured two glasses. Loki, who was still boasting about his victory, never noticed that you didn’t actually drink anything. You took of your shirt, leaving you in a very revealing tank top. Loki was a flirt, and this would set him off.

‘It is quite cute to have you helpless underneath me’ he said as if he did it on cue.

‘Is it? Hope you enjoyed it while it lasted’ you quipped back. You notice mischievous sparkle in his eye and knew the game was on.

Cocking one eyebrow ‘You really believe that that was the last time?’ he teased.

‘I do, you are becoming quite predictable, love’ you said back.

‘We can’t have you thinking that’ he growled. Grabbing your hips to push them against his, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss. You had to admit, you didn’t expect that. Loki chuckled when he saw the servant blush and clumsily trying to exit the room.

You pushed him off you ‘Not here’ you scolded him, making him smile brightly.

‘Enlighten me, where can I have you helplessly underneath me?’ he asked.

You grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the training room and towards your own bedroom. Loki stopped you along the way, starting to kiss you, grab your ass or tried to trap you between him and the wall. You scolded him each time, but both of you knew that you loved it when he got slightly inappropriate in public places.

‘Finally’ Loki sighed when the two of you reached your bedroom.

‘If it weren’t for you, we would have been here 15 minutes ago’ you playfully scolded him again.

‘Some delays are worth it’ he winked.

The two of you started to kiss again, exploring each other with your hands like the two of you hadn’t touched in ages. You were becoming puddy in his hands but were proud that you had the same effect on Loki. Walking towards the bed you pushed him on it. Loki just put his hands behind his back.

‘We both know how this is going to end. So, why not make it easier on yourself, kitten?’ he smugly implied.

‘Try me, Mischief’ you quipped back.

Loki rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. What he wanted to happen, you didn’t know. But you had to hold back your laughter at seeing his confused face. He snapped his fingers again, but still nothing happened.

‘What?’ he asked confused.

He wasn’t looking at you, and you seized the opportunity. Opening the nightstand, you grabbed the handcuffs and jumped on top of him. Loki, who wasn’t paying any attention to you, grunted when you landed on him. You grabbed his wrists and cuffed each of them with the cuffs as fast as you could. Loki tugged at the cuffs, but they didn’t budge. He snapped his fingers again, nothing happened. After really pulling on the cuffs, with no effect, he looked at you.

‘Kitten?’ he threateningly said.

You were straddling his lap, running your hands up and down his chest. ‘Yes, love’ you said with the most innocent voice you could master.

‘What are you up to?’ he asked, narrowing his eyes at you.

‘Just a bit of fun’ you smirked.

Before Loki could ask you anymore questions you captured his lips in a deep kiss. You started to kiss his cheeks, working towards his ear, sucking on his earlobe. That’s when you whispered ‘By the end you will be begging me to come’ and the small whimper that left Loki’s lips didn’t go unnoticed by you.

Loki regained his composure ‘If you uncuff me now and give me my powers back, I will be lenient with you’ he said looking sternly.

‘I will do no such thing, and you will have your powers back in about an hour’ you reassured him.

‘How?’ he said narrowing his eyes again.

‘Snake bite’ the name of the potion you had made. And you saw a slight twinkle in his eyes, knowing he is proud of your ability to trick him.

Before he could make another snarky retort, you kissed his necks. Immediately finding his weak spot. He let out an involuntary moan. You focused on the spot, kissing, and sucking on it until it left a purple mark. Another reason to ask Loki to spar first, he wouldn’t be in any clothes he would value that much. You started to stroke his thighs, seeing the straining erection in his pants grow bigger. Loki started to squirm slightly, trying to get away from your teasing, but he couldn’t. Instead of doing the obvious, freeing his erection and starting to suck it, you reached down his pants towards a knife he had strapped to his thigh. Loki bucked his hips, hoping to gain some touch where he needed it the most, and shot you an annoyed look when you didn’t.

‘The show is cute’ Loki commented. Trying to pull you out of your focus, to gain the upper hand again. He was watching you intently and you knew that gaze was going to be the death of you if you didn’t do something. So, you opened the drawer of your nightstand and pulled out the blindfold you got, just in case. Loki looked amused and didn’t put up a fight when you blindfolded him. He was trying to make you doubt your position, but this time it wasn’t going to work.

‘If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you’ you whispered seductively in his ear. He swallowed hard at your words and closed his mouth. ‘Your clothes are in the way, don’t you think?’ you teased. You slowly brought the knife to the neckline of his shirt and put some pressure on his skin. Enough for him to feel, but not nearly enough to actually pierce it. Loki stilled underneath you and you started to cut away his shirt. Once his chest was free you kissed every inch of it, taking it extremely slow. Loki’s hips were probably involuntarily bucking upwards, and his breathing had deepened. After taking your time, you started to slice his pants open. Leaving him in nothing but his underwear underneath you.

There was a small wet stain in his underwear, and you knew he was trying to prevent you from knowing how desperate he already was. You started to stroke his erection on top of the fabric.

‘Get on with it already’ Loki growled at you. Instead of doing that, you stopped and got of him. You didn’t say anything, but slowly undressed yourself. Loki was listening intently for your movements. When you got back on top of him, completely naked, he groaned aloud. You smiled, seeing the desperate God underneath you.

‘Ready to beg, dear?’ you teased.

‘Did you really think it would be this easy?’ he shot back. ‘Did you really think that me, a God, would fall so easily for you…’ Loki moaned loudly when you rolled your clit on the entire length of his clothed erection.

‘You were saying?’ you teased.

‘You haven’t won, yet!’ Loki rolled his hips, still trying to get the upper hand. You moved upwards and harshly grabbed his hair, making him whine in response. You tugged harder on his hair, so hard he gasped. That’s when you sat on his face. Loki’s tongue immediately found your clit and he started to suck on it. Moving his tongue in large circles, alternating the pressure. You leaned back a bit to stroke his clothed erection again, feeling him working harder with his tongue to please you. When you slipped a hand underneath his underwear and stroking the tip of his erection, he moaned loudly. The vibration shot through you and sent you over the edge.

Loki eagerly lapped up everything and you rode out your high on his face. When you were done you moved back, straddling his lap. You sat on his hips, keeping him immobile. You pulled his underwear off enough to free his erection and slowly started to stroke it. Loki tugged hard on the cuffs again, trying to create more friction, but they wouldn’t budge. He growled loudly and you felt him tense up. You remained your teasing pace, pumping him up and down. Loki’s mouth fell open and he was starting to pant a little. When he gritted his teeth, you knew he was close, and that’s why you stopped. Loki shook his head from one side to the other.

‘You can’t do this to me’ he whined.

‘Feels like I already am’ you smirked back.

‘I need to finish’ he grumbled.

‘And I need to hear you beg for it’ you shot back.

Loki laid completely still. You removed your hands from his cock and placed your wet pussy right on top of it. You waited a few minutes for his failed orgasm to wash away when you started to rock your hips back and forth slowly. Loki eagerly matched your rhythm and was moaning shamelessly at this point. When he started to pant, you stopped again. His head moved from side to side again, he was getting desperate. He tugged had on the cuffs, but they still wouldn’t break.

After a few deep breaths, his ragged voice spoke the words you wanted to hear from his ‘Darling, please’

‘Please what?’ you teased.

Loki gritted his teeth again ‘Please make me come’ he begged.

‘Does this mean you surrender to me?’

‘Really?’ he was starting to get impatient.

You didn’t answer, but suddenly stuck out your tongue and moved it across his entire length. His hips shot upwards, he pulled on the cuffs and tensed.

‘I surrender’ he breathed loudly. ‘Please’ he added.

That’s when you grabbed his cock and guided him inside of you. After teasing him, you knew he was close and he had earned his release. You moved your hips faster and faster, Loki matching your rhythm again. To say it was starting to become animalistic was an understatement. When your hands snaked behind your back and cupped his balls, he came hard yelling your name. You rocked your hips a few more times, letting him ride out his orgasm. When you felt his body go limp, you slipped off him and undid the blindfold and handcuffs.

Instead of pulling you towards his chest, Loki didn’t move. You pulled him closer to you, letting his head lean against your breasts. He nuzzled closer against him, while pulling you a bit closer. ‘Are you okay?’ you asked.

‘Yeah, I am’ Loki answered you.

‘Did you like it? Or didn’t you?’ you asked. As fun as this power game was between the two of you, you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable. So, you kept stroking him, liking how close he was to you right now.

To your surprise Loki’s cheeks heated up and actually turned pink ‘I may have enjoyed that more than I thought I would' he whispered. He hid his face in your chest and you chuckled a bit at his flustered state. And had to admit feeling a little bit proud, that you managed to make the God of Mischief blush.

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