#sub!loki

Aphrodasiac... heat... sex pollen... Whatever the hell that caused it, he's painfully horny now.

But, you have no idea, so you hit the books to see what it is that's causing him so much pain.

Papers scattered across the table... Books open... You even have your laptop out on the off chance that Google would be kind to you and actually help! (Desperate times called for desperate measures)

And each second you're studying on his behalf instead of touching him is agony.

So, naturally, being the needy little thing he is, he kneels right beside your chair, resting his head against your thigh.

But, you're still not touching him, and he's growing impatient (and desperate!), and his pants are getting way too tight...

He starts slowly palming himself, hoping that would at least satisfy him for the moment. It doesn't.

His soft whimpers grow into distracting moans intertwined with pleas for you to help:

"Surely, you can take a moment away from your research..." "Darling, this is torture..." "Please... Please... Oh, gods, please touch me..."

As his face gently nuzzles your thigh, you apoligetically refuse him, determined to figure out what it was that was affecting him.

Despite that, you humor him with a gentle scratch on the crown of his head, eliciting another moan from him as your touch sends another intense wave of arousal through him.

All he wanted was for you to stop toying with him already and put that hand on his aching cock!

His face moves from your thigh as his hands coax yours from his head to face level, so he could kiss it as his hips began to frantically buck into his hand.

He was a mess at your feet, and it was totally distracting.

"Please... Please... Please, darling, please... Please..."

And that is what ultimately breaks your resolve.

You slide your chair back as an invitation, and he all but leaps into your lap, straddling your hips.

“Good boy,” you purr in his ear while still half lost to your thoughts of him. “That was a hard one.” 

Loki shakes his head only slightly, the small movement sending raven curls dancing across your naked breasts. You feel the warm puff of air from his nose hit your hand and you kiss his temple with a smile. 

“I know,” you coo. “I’m being very cruel tonight, aren’t I?” 

The god in your arms doesn’t say a word; not that he can, anyway, with how your hand is clamped over his mouth while you stroke his cock.

You let him come down off the edge, pausing just long enough to make him believe that you’ve finally decided to grant him mercy, but then you slowly begin to build him up again. His cock is hard and throbbing in your hand, and beads of arousal are already beginning to dribble from the swollen head. 

“You’re doing so well, darling boy,” you murmur your praise into his mess of curls, watching how his chest seems to puff up with pride. 

With precise deliberateness, you circle your thumb around the head of his cock. Once, twice, until Loki moans deep in his throat - a needy, desperate noise that only makes you burn for him. Twenty minutes have passed since you began to edge him, but despite how badly you want him to fuck you into the mattress, you can’t stop teasing him. 

Because there’s no sound sweeter than the little moans and whimpers he’s been making. 

“I could listen to your little noises all night,” you tease him. “Maybe that’s what you want? Would you like me to edge you all night, my darling?” 

A high pitched whine floats from his lips when you begin to stroke him faster and you feel him press his head back against your chest. By his sides, the cream bedsheets are balled in his fists - you can see the skin over his knuckles turning white and, as you glance down further, those firm thighs are beginning to quiver.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” The noise escapes him frantically at the same time he starts to buck his hips. You feel his body tense and feel the rapidness of his breathing against your hand. 

He’s so close. 

“What is it? Are you saying please? Please what? Please keep edging you, or please let you cum?” you taunt him. You’re going to let him cum, of course, but he doesn’t know that. 

Loki whimpers, actually whimpers, and nods wildly against your chest, sending one stray curl dancing over his furrowed brow. 

You press another lingering soft kiss to his temple, to which his eyes flutter closed. “Let you cum?” You pause and pretend to think, smiling as Loki continues to whine and buck beneath you. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, my darling, I’m so very proud of you. Be my good boy and cum for me.” 

It only takes seconds.

Loki cries out behind your hand while his hips buck madly into the one stroking his cock. He groans as he spills over his own stomach, and his head rests heavily against your shoulder. His orgasm consumes him, makes his handsome face contort in ecstasy, and you can’t take your eyes off him - your beautiful boy lost to pleasure that you’ve bestowed on him. 

He doesn’t stop groaning behind your hand until he’s well and truly spent and panting in your arms. Only then do you remove your hand from his mouth to wrap both arms around his torso, cradling him close to you as he basks in the afterglow of his release. 

“Was that ok?” you ask quietly, nuzzling your face in his hair. 

He plops an elegant hand over your knee and squeezes it. “More than ok,” he murmurs with a breathy laugh. “I struck gold with you, darling. Truly.”

You feel your face grow hot and your only response is to caress his bare chest. Loki lifts a hand to grasp yours and bring it to his lips. 

“I can’t reach you right now, but I will, I promise.” The words crack as he whispers them ever so slightly, hoping you can still hear his solemn words.

A slight glow appears in his eyes. Is it hope to feel your warmth once again, or fear that he made a promise he may not be able to keep? “Wait for me my darling, please.” He begs ever so politely, almost as if he’s said that before.

He closes his eyes and exhales the last breath he held and focuses. He stops. He waits and slowly opens his eyes, he’s alone in a room he doesn’t belong in, frigid and alone wishing he could just go back a month or two when everything was in its right place, where he finally felt like he belonged. With you.

He wishes he could see his brother and say sorry for everything he’s ever done wrong. A chance to make right for all his wrongs, even if it takes him centuries. But that wouldn’t be him now would it?

That’s not who he was. He’d much rather inflict pain to feel powerful, or betray you because he feels like it. If only he could control time and go back to wherever he wanted… if only he knew how to do it again.

He moves one step at a time and for the first time he’s actually scared. The room is unfriendly and familiar with one exception. There was no one else there to watch him anymore, to keep him in place while he’s being sentenced, and even then he wasn’t this scared. He was for once truly alone.

The atmosphere is strange, an odd feeling, like he’s been there time after time again without actually being there. Almost as if, as crazy as it sounds, another variant has been there time after time again. That can’t be true though, right?

“What happened here?” He asks himself quietly as he looks around the destruction of the room. Was there a fight here? Why is everything out of place, out of order?

"Time is what happened…”

He stops everything he’s doing, not that it was much apart from breathing intensely and looking side to side for something, anything. Suddenly, he’s not alone anymore.

He looks around slowly, left then right. Nothing. He realises the thing is behind him as he gulps and turns around, forgetting that he is a god. He is powerful but magic doesn’t work here does it? A figure under the broken lights is leaning against the wall with a leg supporting them.

The room gets colder, darker. You can almost see two sets of breath in the air as one breathes normally, slightly heavy, and the other not so much.

“Hello…?” His voice now barely a whisper. He’s not just scared, he’s frightened. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” He's nervous now, not sure what to do with himself as he timidly looks around for the figure. He's still the same old impatient god after all.

The figure doesn’t move, it doesn’t have to.

“This is your fate. You, Loki Laufeyson, God of mischief, prince of Asgard, caused all of this. It’s all your fault.”

“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” He’s quiet. Afraid of the truth, scared of the truth. He doesn’t move a single muscle. The light flickers near the shadow, Loki sees a glimpse of what he once loved.

“No… it can’t be, what have I done?” He takes a step forward, weary of what hides in the dark, “I won’t hurt you, I can’t hurt you anymore. Please, please come out” he’s begging now, he knows what he did, how much of a coward he really is.

“Why on earth would I trust someone like you? You’re selfish and you don’t care about anyone but your goddamn self.”

Anger fills the room. It’s getting hot now, sweat falls off his eyebrows. He didn’t realize the temperature change, but now he's sweating like he’s never sweat before. He steps closer, closing the distance between them ever so slightly.

“Please, how can I fix this? How can I fix you?” He stops, realizing what he’s just said. “No, no, not fix yo-” he gets cut of quickly as he’s pushed backwards.

“Do you ever shut up? I don’t need fixing. I've had time to deal with this but you… you haven’t even seen the worse of it have you? You walked away as I was pleading for you to help, begging for you to even look back. But who am I to fool? It’s you.”

The figure is out of the dark now, exposed, angry. Loki is pathetic, just standing there taking it, looking up at this figure with lost eyes, nothing to say. Maybe it’s because he knows he deserves it.

“You’ve lost yourself. You, Loki, are pathetic and weak.” The figure insults hoping for something back from Loki, this isn’t the Loki they knew.

The Loki they knew would fight back, inflict pain for his pleasure, to feel powerful, worthy. This Loki is soft, gentle, pathetic, and ungodly. Not a Loki at all.

Loki looks up, striaghtening his posture with his lost eyes now becoming certain and reassuring. “You don’t understand, it wasn’t me.”

“What do you mean it wasn’t you, don’t lie to me.”

“A lot has happened since I attacked New York, but I can promise you that this wasn’t me!” Loki is pleading now, afraid but in other ways. This Loki doesn’t lie.

“I don’t understand, I know it was you, stop fucking lying to me!”

“Look at me. Do you know me to ever lie? Have I ever once lied to you?”

“No.”

“Then why would I start now?”

They pause, Loki is holding their hands in his in a reassuring way. They both look at each other, sharing the same look of vulnerability.

Not sure of what to say, they stand in silence looking at each other, and for once the figure sees how warm Loki’s eyes really are. How soft his eyebrows make them look, how his hair is messy with a slight curl to it, the sweat on his face. His eyebrows twitch.

“You may not understand now, but I can show you, I can answer all your questions to the best of my ability. Time is different here, and we have all of it in our hands if you can just trust me. Will you trust me?”

Loki is honest, he’s never really been honest and vulnerable with many people other than Frigga. Oh how he misses his mother. He would kill to just see her one last time, apologise for how she died.

“I don’t know, I can’t Loki. You’ve hurt me in ways you don’t even know, and I don’t want to trust you again.”

“I understand, I do, but I need to show you what I mean. I need for you to understand exactly what I mean. I’m not asking for you to stay after, or trust me after, all I’m asking is for you to let me show you. Let me help you.”

He steps closer, closing the distance that wasn’t really there anymore, and presses his lips to their forehead, “Let me show you, Y/N, please.”

“Oh…that is a dry spell.” you cooed, an amused smile curling at your lips. How is it possible this perfect specimen hasn't been ridden in years, you thought; scepticism creeping in. It's not possible.

Loki hissed as your fingers brushed his hardening cock, feeling the trapped monster grow thick beneath your gentle touch. His knuckles whitened under the crushing grip on the armrest.

Or maybe it is, you pondered with a smile.

“If you don't mind me asking...why is that?” you said, gaze crawling over his twitching brow. "I find it hard to believe you don't have a lot of opportunity-"

“Hardly-” he gasped, ass clenching before he bit his lip. Even with this achingly light level of touch, it was almost too much for him to bear. That was plain to see.

“I just...have a h-hard time letting loo-se, you see.” he stammered, his grip making the armrest creak in protest.

You squeezed again, making Loki’s eyelids flutter shut.

He whimpered, a series of shallow pants wisping from his throat. “I can stop?” you whispered, trailing your free hand over your cleavage. His eyes shot open, afire with sudden fear. “-No.” he choked, looking longingly to the fingers grazing the curve of your breasts. “For the love of the Nine...don’t stop.”

A secret smile pressed against your cheeks as you stood and intertwined your fingers with his. “Come with me.” you said firmly, nerves sizzling as Loki let out a long exhale before unfurling himself to his full height. You walked slowly ahead of him to the bedroom, circling behind and pushing the shy god gently to the mattress.

He began to yank at his windsor knot, before pausing. “Apologies, I didn’t mean to be presumptuous.”

The words were accompanied by a penitent flutter of his lashes. You chuckled. “Loki, you’re sitting on my bed. If you had any idea how wet I am right now…” you groaned, straddling him and sliding your hands firmly over his shoulders.

Loki’s legs widened as the soaking gusset of your panties grazed the hard shaft pressed against his thigh. He swallowed thickly as you began to place messy sucks on his exposed neck, whipping the tie from his collar.

“S-slow...slower.” he panted, breaths quick. Surfacing from stiff cotton, you rose on your knees; tugging his hair back as you descended with a licentious kiss. You could feel his chest heaving beneath your own, the tell-tale thrust of his hips against your core sloppy and needy and desperate.

Loki broke for air, his eyes wild. Your lips curled in a coquettish smile. “Maybe we should start gently, hmm?” you said, seeing Loki nod. “I think that’s...wise.” he muttered, a thin sheen of moisture forming on his brow. Your knees shuffled backwards, lowering yourself to the carpet between his legs and pulling your dress over your head.

“Do you mind taking these off?” you asked gently, pulling at the fabric tight against his thigh. Loki’s gaze refocused from the lingerie cupping your curves, his mouth forming a soft O.

“Of- of...of course. Apologies.” he fumbled, before a shimmer of his magic dissolved the luxurious suit trousers from his body. And his underwear, too. “You don’t have to...do...that, you know.” he mumbled.

You didn’t need to look at him to know the pink tinge in his cheeks was back with renewed force.

Loki’s cock rose between his spread thighs. It was long, pale and utterly perfect. Just as you knew it would be. You curled your fingers lightly around the thick base, making Loki’s hips jolt. Your thumb didn’t reach around the circumference.

“Just breathe…” you murmured, hearing his frantic breaths slow at the command. Your finger caressed up the length, making tingles soar on the surface of his neglected velvet skin. “This should be worshipped, Loki.” you muttered absent-mindedly as you inspected it with awe, hearing him chuckle before you lifted your gaze seductively to meet his. “So let’s make a start on that, shall we?”

His palms rested on your duvet, fingers spread. You could see him slide them into a tight grip, neat fingernails scratching against the fabric as he inhaled sharply, bracing himself. You leant forward, extending your tongue so that only the lightest of licks trailed from the base of his shaft to the tip.

Loki’s moan was raw dynamite, a long ragged sigh that made your thighs squeeze together. He tasted like freshly washed linen, the scent of clean cotton lingering in your nostrils. Unspoilt. Virginal.

You parted your lips, tongue sliding in messy kisses against the meat of his cock. The base of your palm held his length steady, perfectly vertical as his hips rocked upwards.

“F-ffuck..det er f-for godt-” he moaned under his breath, sliding a hand against the back of your head before retracting. Seizing his moment of resistance, you lapped tortuously slowly over the leaking tip. Loki shuddered as he watched the glistening bead of pre-cum that had been trembling there disappear beneath you eager attentions.

“M-more...please.” he stammered, forearms quivering as he braced against the bed. You tilted your chin up to face him, nestled between his thick thighs. “Are you sure?” you said coyly. Loki nodded, shallow breaths making his chest strain against the buttons of his shirt. You pressed your lips together, arching a brow before you descended and swallowed the tip of his cock.

A strangled whine rumbled from the god as you sucked gently, the fingers curled around his base pulsing with each smooth lap of your tongue. You could feel Loki brace against the bed, his fingertips digging into the mattress as his thighs began to shake. And you were barely touching him.

“Det føles for godt…” he groaned, toes curling against the carpet. “F-fuck...im nær...im n-nær-” he growled through gasping breaths. “S-stop.”

You released him, a strand of saliva hanging in a teasing curve between his foreskin and your lips. Loki’s addled stare rolled blissfully along the spittal’s route, landing on your glistening mouth.

“Fuck.” he murmured reluctantly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to the side. “I should not have led you on. This is...not my usual- not my typical performance I-”

You pressed a finger to his lips. “I think it’s hot.” you purred, making his eyebrows slant with surprise. “Really hot.”

Rising to your feet, you tugged down your panties before sliding onto Loki’s lap once more. The thump of arousal between your legs was untenable, the messy slick of your sex crying for relief against his naked thighs. “Just go with it.” you keened in his ear, rolling your hips against the base of the cock sandwiched between you. His breath hitched, fingertips sinking into the curve of your waist. “We can make it a little game.”

“A game?” Loki chirped, interest piqued. “I like games.”

“I know you do.” you hummed encouragingly, sucking his earlobe between your teeth. Loki hissed, a growl building in his chest as you began to unbutton his shirt. “Is this what you thought of as you fucked yourself thinking of me?” you said, feeling his stomach clench beneath your searching hands.

He cleared his throat, back straightening.

“I must confess I was rather more...dominant.” he admitted sheepishly, avoiding your seductive stare. He observed as your fingers made quick work of the buttons, ebony hair falling sluttishly around his jaw. “Dominant?” you teased approvingly. “Why do I get the feeling you made me call you Daddy?”

“Oh, I insist on it.” he joked, before you stripped back the shirt from his shoulders.

The god’s jaw clenched as you pushed the cuffs from his wrists; coaxing him backwards. “Norns…” he gasped, muscular back hitting the mattress with a soft thump. You took a moment to savour the god stretched like an shy whore on your king bed, his soft eyes wide with nervous anticipation. You smiled, crawling slowly up his long body.

“Trust me, Loki…” you said softly, the lust in your voice simmering as the thick veins in his throat hardened. “We’ll ease you back in, don’t worry.”

He opened his mouth to speak, before his eyes fluttered shut. Loki’s back arched as you ground your bare pussy against his length. You slid easily back and forth, dragging through your slick folds. The soft mewls of grateful submission from his lips made your nipples harden.

“You should be fucked every day, Loki Laufeyson.” you slurred, feeling his cock twitch against your cunt. “Every. Fucking. Day.”

Loki huffed in frustration, bucking upwards. The scent of you. The promise of your wetness. It must be driving him crazy.

“Ride me. Please-fuck me, I can’t take it anymore.” he growled, tilting his chin against his chest as your cleavage hung tantalisingly in front of him. His nose slotted between your mounds, a shuddering sigh shaking his body as he lost himself.

"Patience, Laufeyson...” you giggled, hearing a muffled whine against your skin. “A little delayed gratification never hurt anyone. Much less a god...”

You reached between his legs, hovering above his hips as you lined him up. The wide tip of his cock nudged against your slit, his forehead creasing as he tried to restrain himself with a quaking sigh. Loki’s lips formed a stoic line, eyebrows knitting slowly together as you squeezed the thick head inside your cunt.

With every inch you sank, his lips parted further; the skin sticking as he exhaled a ragged, primal gasp of relief.

“I...I...uhh-hh-gods.” he rasped, fingertips sinking into the soft thighs spread against him. You stilled, the head of his cock buried to the hilt. You squeezed.

Loki jolted on the bed, hair fanning in wild tendrils as he clenched his jaw to the ceiling. “I had forgotten.” he moaned through gritted teeth, grunting as you began to roll your hips in miniscule waves. “I had f-forgotten...faen.”

Your clit tugged against his public mound as you rocked slowly to and fro, minimising your movements.

Loki whimpered, brows twitching as he watched you relax into bliss above him; his thick girth stretching your walls as you gyrated. “This feels so good, Loki…” you groaned, letting your head fall back as his legs tensed beneath. The god's feet slid up the bed behind you - knees parking bent at your sides. Tears had begun to form in his eyes.

“Norns.” he gasped quietly, resting his hands on your hips and guiding you carefully back and forth. Like you might break. The needy touch was the final spark, lighting the trail of gasoline to climax like a match.

Your swollen clit pulsed with every slow tug against his neat pubic hair, the solid mass of his cock making you whimper. “I’m going to cum, baby…” you mewled, making Loki’s fingers dig deeper. A solitary tear of desperation rolled down his cheekbone, disappearing to the curve.

He thrust upwards once. A broken cry of pleasure from his throat sent shivers down your spine. It sounded like pain. But it wasn't pain. Far from it.

Your palms pressed against his shoulders, limiting his movement. “Not yet.” you choked, increasing the pace of your rolling hips against his base.

“You’re so...fucking...tight.” Loki breathed, ragged pants filling the air as you rocked into him, orgasm blossoming like a wall of fire. His voice was thick, wet with pure lust. “You feel s-so-uhhh, so divi-divine I-” he stammered, choking as he felt your fingernails dig deep into the ropes of shoulder muscle.

“Now, Loki.” you whined, releasing your hands from his biceps and gripping the brass railings above his head. You slid up his cock, squeezing at the tip before sinking into the god’s sloppy thrust. His eyes were suddenly wild, torn between savouring every inch of your sex-drunk body and becoming lost in his own pleasure beneath the veil of his eyelids. An animal released from the cage.

He tugged your hips towards him, beginning to bounce you on his slippery cock. Nordic curses dripped from his lips like battle cries, a vein by his temple thick to bursting against the furious weight of his basest needs. Every slap of his skin against your fizzing clit sent jolts through your body, the power of raw animalism coursing from his sex to yours.

“Let it go-” you gasped, throwing your head back as you felt an explosion of pleasure surge in your belly. “Don’t be s-shy oh my god, - oh my, uhhh...f-fuck...scream for me, -L-Loki.”

Loki slammed your pussy a final time to the hilt, before a roar of utter devastation exploded from his throat.

Tendrils of damp hair cascaded over his brow as his back arched, errant strands across his lips blown by a feral moan of your name. You could feel the force of hot cum hit your cervix, leaking into every crevice of your stuffed slit as his messy thrusts slowed.

Loki’s eyes had squeezed shut, deep lines ironed into his forehead as he murmured panting praises you didn’t understand.

He lay there silently, breaths slowing. “Was that OK?” you whispered, flickers of sudden insecurity rearing in your mind. There was no answer. "Loki?" You leant forwards, clenching around his cock as you rested against his chest. Loki nodded, humming blissfully with his eyes still closed.

“Truly... I am lost for words.” he slurred, running a large palm down your spine and planting a light, congratulatory smack on your ass.

You felt a wave of pride rise in your belly. “There’s a first time for everything.” you teased, making Loki open one eye with difficulty. “How dare you.” he growled.

In a second, he had flipped you over; pinning you to the bed with his fingers curled around your wrists. “Not so shy anymore, then?” you giggled, feigning a feeble attempt to escape from his grasp.

“Thanks to you, it seems my drought is over-” he purred, spreading your legs with a nudge of his knees.

“And darling?” he smouldered, damp curls clinging to his cheekbones as his eyes darkened. “Daddy’s very thirsty.”

Det er for godt – it’s too good. Det føles for godt – it feels too good im nær – I’m close

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