In Search Of A Glorious Purpose

Wanda cleared her throat. “So, you guys are fucking, and no one can know” she said pointedly, clearly wishing she was still in bed. Loki’s brow furrowed, raising a finger. “Actually-” “Sorry-” Wanda continued, scrunching up her face sarcastically, “you guys are in lurve, and no one can know.” Loki huffed. Your stomach twisted as you anticipated the coming storm. Thor was shuffling on his feet, still trying to wrap his head around the complexities, while Wanda’s mission-bruised face angled towards your lover. His eyes were burning. “This isn’t new information, Laufeyson. Y/N told me weeks ago.” she drawled, rolling her eyes towards you. “I just don’t see what all the cloak and dagger of this..’council’ is about.”

“I didn’t tell her…” you muttered, gaze flickering to Loki. Wanda rolled her eyes again. “Oh yes, that’s right Laufeyson. Apologies. I saw you balls deep in my best friend backstage at the Expo. How could I forget.” Thor’s eyes widened, spinning a half circle towards his brother. “Balls-what?!”

Loki shook his head. “There has been a change to the nature of our need for secrecy since your departure to Sokovia, Maximoff. Rogers informed me of a clause added to the by-laws which state that new additions to our little team cannot have intimate relations with another for one year." He paused, as Wanda looked at him incredulously. Thor rubbed his eyes as Loki sighed, continuing. "Discovery now means I void my conditions here and will be imprisoned in Asgard for all eternity.” A moment of silence coated his closing words before Wanda whooped with laughter, covering her mouth too late to conceal the raucous sound. “I don’t think it’s that funny, actually.” Loki hissed, as Thor nodded. “Indeed, this is most serious, Lady Maximoff. We must be vigilant on their behalf.” Wanda’s choked laughter ebbed as your lips twitched. Her amusement was infectious. “I’m sorry- I’m sorry but...it is kind of ridiculous.” She wiped a tear of mirth from her eye as Loki frowned, pursing his lips. Wanda sighed, regaining her composure and turning to Thor. “So how did you find out?” The god’s gaze fell to the floor, kicking a discarded sock to the side. “I found a haphazardly discarded note, and that is all I wish to say.”

“Um, no…” Wanda drawled, wide eyes casting between you and Loki as she sidled closer to Thor. “Tell me. We’re all in this together, right? Y/N didn’t have time to tell me the gory details of this whole situation before they sent me off at a minute’s notice so puh-lease tell me. I am starved. It’s payment for my silence.” A pink blush was rising in Thor’s cheeks as he recalled the contents of the note, desperate not to meet his brother’s eyes. “There was talk of...commanding. Submission, you know...that sort of thing.” Wanda wriggled her eyebrows towards you. She raised them higher as she saw a subtle nod of your head towards Loki, still glaring at his brother.

Wanda's eyes lit up. “Really?” she murmured, clearly impressed. “Loki...Laufeyson.” “What?” he snapped, his eyes still burning into his brother’s reddened cheeks. Wanda shrugged, sitting down on the bench behind her and neatly folding the cloak on her lap.

“Oh, nothing. I just didn’t have you down as the submissive type, that’s all.” She smirked, enjoying the warning look on your face as Loki’s lips curled into a mischievous smile. “I can assure you, Maximoff” he began smugly, making you cringe, “that there is barely an element of your daily life in the past five months that has not been touched by our insatiable, primal lust for one another.” Thor grimaced, wrinkling his nose. Loki paced towards Wanda across the tiny room as she regarded him with innocent expectation, playing him like a fiddle. “...the safe house while you slept, the conference room, the diner while you stuffed your mouth with inferior sausage, the underground car park, the hood of Roger’s car..even against the windows of Stark’s precious panorama. I have brought your friend to rampant ecstasy that you can only fantasise of in each and every one. Multiple times. So do not presume that-” You had begun tugging Loki’s shirt halfway through his impassioned monologue, a sharp final yank signalling him to shut the fuck up. “I take it back. You’re the king, clearly.” Wanda hummed, smoothing the cape in her lap.

“I am a king...” Loki huffed, straightening his tie. Thor cleared his throat. “If we have concluded talking about my brother’s magic phallus…?” he grunted, a thin sheen of sweat forming on his brow.

Loki snorted derisively. “No magic, dear brother. Only expertise.” “Enough!” you hissed, running your eyes around the three members of your council. “Here’s the situation. We have just under five months until this rule becomes irrelevant. Until then, Loki and I will be cautious…” Thor and Wanda looked knowingly at each other. You rolled your eyes. “OK more cautious. We would appreciate if you could support us in that. So, no jokes in public, no comments. No slips in drunken conversations with Natasha…” you said, staring at Wanda as she feigned shock. There was a pause as you slipped your hand into Loki’s.

It felt divine, sharing your affection. A warm blanket wrapped around your heart against the cold winds of secrecy. “And...if it makes a difference. You two were the ones we would have told first, before Rogers...well, you know. We just wanted you to know that before-”

Knock Knock Loki snatched his hand from yours, all four bodies spinning towards the door of the kit room which had begun edging slowly open. Thor’s bulging arm flew to rest on the wall, a picture of forced causality as Megan from Operations popped her head through the gap. “Oh heyyy” she whined suspiciously, “I didn’t know you guys were all here.” Your stomach twisted.

“Lokes, can I speak to you for a mo? It’s important.” She winked, before disappearing from view. “Did I miss something?” Wanda murmured, as Thor shrugged. Your eyes met Loki’s; the silent conversation clear as he nodded softly. “I’ll be right back.” he said.

You watched him leave with a gnawing in your belly, the soft click of the re-enforced door vibrating in your eardrums. Wanda rubbed your arm. She didn’t know the context, but she could feel your anxiety. She looked around the room, new curiosity in her eyes. “Why did Loki want us to meet here? Surely there’s somewhere else...it’s not really his scene.” You looked away from the unforgivingly quiet doorway, silently thanking your best friend for the distraction. “He probably thinks it’s funny. This is where we first...you know..” She nodded with a wink, as Thor’s brow creased. “...Yes? Pray, continue.” he intonated, folding his arms. “Fucked.” Wanda turned to Thor in disbelief, “Jeesh, you really are stupid.” she grumbled. You listened to them bicker as your mind wandered to the first time. The first clandestine fuck of many that would come to rule your every waking moment. Between sarcastic barbs and thinly veiled innuendos, your acquaintance with Loki had grown slowly after his arrival. He was cold, distant...and yet intoxicatingly alluring in his disdain. You found yourself dropping your gloves an awful lot in this kit room after field training, enjoying the visceral feeling of his roaming gaze across your curves as you bent over. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Agent…” he had purred as you had unfurled to your full height clutching your wayward glove, “...the way you display yourself for me.” The memory made you shiver. His leather trousers hanging loose around his hips, the ties undone. The lines of his bare, muscled abdomen clenching as he kicked off his heavy boots.

The way his sultry voice had penetrated your core deeper than any lacklustre cock ever had. It had been layered with something new, a tinge of vulnerability that betrayed pure need beneath the haughty words. “Whatever do you mean?” you had said coyly, unbuckling the holster from your thigh as he closed the space between you.

He had stood close to you. Far too close to make denial anything less than awkward. He had known the possibilities of that were nil. You could smell the heat from his skin, the thin lace of cologne gripping the damp hair that hung loose around his cheekbones. His lips had pursed, gaze lowered as your fingers pulled the zip of your combat suit slowly down, revealing the curve of your cleavage. You remembered how he had groaned quietly at the sight, knowing that the thought of this exact scenario had crossed his mind many times with his large palm gripping his leaking cock in the confines of his rooms.

How many times had he cum over the thought of you wrapped around his length? Moaning his name as he pleasured you? The thought had made you dizzy. “I can think of many games we can play together, Agent” he had murmured, his fingers clasping over yours to hasten the descent of your zip, “but this impetuous denial is not one of them.” His lips had crashed to yours, pushing you back against the wall of coats in a mess of tongue and teeth. Unspent passions had overflowed into the air, low grunts and desperate moans mixing between you as the arms of your suit were deftly peeled away. Breathlessly you had pulled apart, stripping yourselves of the lower portions of your inconvenient clothing. You would never forget the awe that rose in your belly seeing Loki’s naked body in all its glory for the first time. The way he stood so confidently in the middle of the tiny, filthy room. His enormous cock as hard as the muscles that rippled across that taunt frame from his ankles to his jaw. He had kicked his trousers aside, those intense eyes blown wide with lust tracing over your body, memorising every inch as he licked his lips. “Agent, you are simply…” he had started, opting instead to take several steps towards you and grasp your ass firmly, pulling your pelvis tight against his hips. There had been no foreplay. Unless you counted the six weeks of teasing every damn day as you scoped each other from afar. Every stolen touch a teasing promise. Loki slammed into you, burying himself to the hilt inside your soaking pussy as you gasped. He was huge. “F-fuck me, Loki” you had stuttered, as he began to do exactly that. The two of you were merciless, your nails scratching down his back as he had growled his approval; powering his cock deeper inside you with every otherworldly thrust. For a moment, you thought it would split you in two. Searing pleasure soared upwards to the tips of your fingers as he forced your hands above your head. He held your wrists with one immovable fist, the other sliding to wrap one of your thighs against his waist. “Is this what you wanted Agent?” he moaned wantonly in your ear as he thrust into you, steadying himself against the coat-hooks as growls of pleasure rumbled in his throat. “More” you gasped, arching your back.

The thick softness of a fine cloak fluttered against your ass as Loki of Asgard fucked you against the mess of tangled kit straggled across the wall. He chuckled. “More, Agent? Greedy girl.” In the blink of an eye, he spun you to face the adjacent wall. Dozens of boots hung carelessly on a rack built against the brick. You fell forward, knocking several to the floor as you gripped the wooden hooks they exposed. “Fuckkk” you had groaned, eloquence leaving you as your teammate’s cock rammed into you from behind. It was even deeper from this angle, his hand pressing on your lower back as he bottomed out with a guttural groan. “Gods, darling…” he moaned, “y-you feel incredible, I-godss...”

You remembered how pride swelled at his pleasure, the needy satisfaction of knowing how he craved your mortal body. The walls of your pussy clenched, making Loki’s knees buckle. He fell forward, the taunt skin of his stomach smacking against your back. Gripping your hands holding on to the boot hooks, Loki rutted into you again and again as he panted like an animal. A primal carnival of pure lust as he took his fill above your rising moans of pleasure. “Give it to me, Laufeyson..I want your h-hot cum dripping down my l-legs” you whimpered, as another set of combat boots were shaken to the floor. A low growl came from behind you, somewhere between a snort and a chuckle as Loki rose up, his hands cupping your hipbones.

He pulled you flush against him with a jolt, making your eyes roll back. “Ladies first, darling” he muttered, rolling his hips, making you whine with need at the new sensation. You had never felt anything like it. The ridges of his length massaged you in places you didn’t know existed, pockets of pleasure lighting up like fireflies, thundering through your veins. “Loki...Lokiii...I’m gonna…” you whispered breathlessly while his fingers tightened their grip against your skin. “Yield to me, Agent…” he had murmured knowingly, growling as the walls of your cunt began to ripple mercilessly around his thick cock. Wanda's fingers snapping in front of your eyes broke you from your nostalgic trance.

Your touch had been tracing the nubs of the wooden boot rack, the memories as clear as spring water.

“Earth to Y/N” Wanda said sharply, as you got your bearings. “Sorry…” you muttered, casting your eyes towards the closed door. – Loki stood with his arms folded in the dim corridor. The bowels of Stark Tower that didn’t feature on the editorial of glossy magazines left a lot to be desired in terms of interior design. He could feel Megan’s eyes crawling over his biceps as he cleared his throat. “So, how may I be of assistance?” Megan slid towards him seductively, trailing her fingers across the wall behind her. “I think you know how you can assist me, Lokes…” she whispered, biting her lip. He rolled his eyes. “If that will be all, I really don’t have time for this-” Loki turned, before feeling the unexpectedly strong grip of Megan’s hand on his forearm. A desperate woman is not to be underestimated, Loki noted, as his eyes narrowed towards her. “I stopped by your rooms a few weeks ago to bring you a little gift. Me.” she giggled coquettishly, making Loki wince. “But what I heard...Loki-baby...it seems you’re very in demand.” Loki’s lip twitched at the memory of your hysterical lust while Megan hovered behind the door to his rooms. He restrained the smile, stoically waiting for her to continue making her flaccid point. “I have no issue with you seeing other women, if that’s what you’re worried about…” Megan murmured, running a finger down his chest as Loki stiffened. “A man with legendary appetites like you...it’s to be expected.” She pulled his tie, yanking him down so his ear was level with her lips. Her cheap perfume stung his nostrils, the jangle of her bangles making him shudder.

“All I ask is I have a slice of what you’re giving out. If I’m honest, the thought of sharing you turns me on...a lot.” Loki came to his senses, straightening as she released her grip. “Think about it.” she winked, he hand edging towards his crotch. “And Loki-baby…” she cooed, “I’ll make you forget that slut’s name in a second once you have a taste of what I can do...” He saw red, ingrained manners gone; pushing her against the wall as she cried out in surprise. The momentary fear in her eyes dissolved to rampant lust as he released heavy breaths above her, restraining himself from bashing her head against the paint. “Loki...save it for the bedroom, baby” she whined, her attempt at a smoulder hissing like damp ash. He growled, gripping the rough chiffon of her blouse into a fist. “How dare you presume that I could feel anything for the likes of you.” he sneered, nostrils flaring as her eyelids batted innocently. “I will say this only once. She is no slut. She is-” He caught himself, the words choking as he looked down at Megan’s overinflated lips stretching in a smirk. She giggled, sliding her hand over his fist gripped tightly to her blouse. “Playing hard to get, Loki...I like it. I like a challenge.” Loki let go with a growl, running his hands through his hair as he spun on his heels in frustration. Damn that Rogers. He turned towards her, finger raised to put her to rights once and for all. Megan caught it between her thumb and forefinger, leaning forward before he knew it and sucking the tip between her bulbous lips. “Enough.” he hissed, swiping his hand away, the venom in his tone poisoning the air. Megan straightened her blouse, a satisfied smile descending on her features. “You’re right, we wouldn’t want to get caught with your friends right next door, would be?” she murmured, licking her lips. Loki strode down the hallway towards the kit room, fury bubbling in his veins as he heard Megan’s shrill voice following him like noxious gas.

“We’ll loop back to this, Laufeyson” she called coyly, a faint air of professionalism returning. “We will not.” Loki hissed, not deigning her with a backwards glance. – You heard his heavy footsteps approaching, the gait betraying that something had happened. But of course it had. It was Megan. Loki slipped inside the door. “I think we should leave now.” he muttered, raising his eyebrows towards you. Thor huffed as he shuffled on his feet. “Shall we not even learn the clandestine nature of the lady’s urgent matter, brother?” Loki clenched his jaw, his stare flickering between the sets of eyes fixed upon him.

“Mischief.” he said grimly, making Thor chuckle. Wanda noted the colour leaving your face with a twitch of her brow, her suspicions proving more correct with every passing second.

The blonde god meandered around the wall of the small room, brushing his thick hand across the line of combat holsters hanging from ageing hooks. He saw a flash of red concealed under one of Barton’s muddy tunics, draped across the edge of the frame. “Y/N mentioned that this was the site of your inaugural lovemaking, brother” he chuckled, swiping the forgotten red cloak and inspecting it, pleased with his find. “Indeed.” Loki grumbled, casting his eyes again to the doorway.

Thor’s eyes widened, seeing a whole stash of his cloaks revealed by the discovery of the first; a veritable buffet of Asgardian finery buried beneath the mess. “I was wondering where these had disappeared to...I thought you had stolen them, actually.” There was a pause before Thor’s turned to you and Loki, a warning flashing in his stare.

“Your amorous activities…not on my cloaks brother, surely?” You felt your cheeks heat, as Wanda began to usher Thor towards the door; a bundle of red fabric balled haphazardly in his bulging arms. “Especially on your cloaks, brother.” Loki said, his lips curling in a satisfied smirk. - Tags

Tousled hair hung freely around his jaw, faint slivers of moonlight dancing across the lines of his cheekbones through a small gap in the curtain. Despite his chastising tone, the low embers of his voice vibrated with intrigue; a glint of mischief in his eyes still visible in the heavy gloom.

Before he could say another word, you were on top of him. Your thighs encased his own, straddling his hips on the unfamiliar bed beneath you. “Well, well…” he murmured, lying back on the pillow “it seems you find it extremely difficult to stay away from me. Not even a full week...” he tutted.

You slid your palms wantonly up his torso, the beauty of his smooth skin mellowing the brute force of power that lay beneath. You remembered the enemies that had fallen to his strength this afternoon, the culmination of five days of intense operations. Magic had rolled from the god like a tsunami, relentlessly crushing the mutant hoard by the dozen as the rest of the team merely picked them off one by one. The memory made your stomach clench with need as he lay beneath you, his muscled legs widening as he raised his knees to rest against your ass.

Loki’s wandering hands ghosted up your thighs, meeting the creases of your hips as you leant down to meet him in a ravenous kiss. Your tongue slid firmly into his mouth, softly caressing the wetness of his own as he let out a low moan. His sweet breath invaded your senses. The scent of him so close after being denied his touch almost too much to bear. You felt your hips thrust against the sheets covering his lower body, your instincts begging you to give in to their primal desires.

“We shouldn’t…” he murmured unconvincingly as you began sucking deep kisses into his neck, down towards his shoulder. “They’ll hear us.”

You ignored him, biting gently above his collarbone. The darkness hid a smile forming on your lips as he moaned again beneath your seductions.

“Y/N.” he warned, as you began to rub your pussy purposefully back and forth against his crotch; swelling with pride as you felt his cock harden against your aching core.

“They won’t hear us” you whispered against his cheek, feeling his grip tighten on your thighs. “I’ll be quiet, I promise…”

Loki thrust upwards slowly, pressing the mid-point of his solid girth firmly against your swollen clit. The bedsheet between your bodies was absorbing wetness from between your thighs under the pressure. You were soaking.

“Darling, if you could be quiet I’d have had you every night this week, believe me.” Loki said slowly, his deep voice vibrating the air. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your behind, willing you to bend to him again.

Your lips met in the darkness, the neediness of your breathy kisses growing with every moment. Loki slid his raised knees closer to his body, inching you up his torso with the backs of his thighs until your core grazed his bellybutton through the cotton sheets.

“But let’s see, shall we? A little test.” he purred, the challenge falling from his lips releasing a sharp ripple deep in your channel. “Although I suspect by the time we are finished, our secret will not be such a secret, pet...”

You rolled your eyes as he pulled your hips further towards him; rougher this time. “I saw that, darling” he muttered coyly, “now bring that delicious pussy up here, I’ve missed her desperately.”

Your stomach fluttered, the fruition of your plans tantalisingly close as you considered the logistics of his request. “Who’s next door?” you questioned quietly, ascending his torso on your knees.

“My brother..” Loki murmured absent-mindedly as he slid his hands to grip your hips above him, “now sit down like a good girl, and try to restrain yourself...”

Your fingers gripped around the aged wood of the headboard as you manoeuvred over the god’s beautiful face. It seemed a shame not to be able to see him wholly in the darkness, the way his brow furrowed in intense concentration as he brought you to climax under his attentions; but then – these were desperate times. You needed him, and he knew it.

It hadn’t been long since the relentless flirting and thinly laced innuendos between you and he had spilled over to the best sex you had ever had in your life. Possibly the best sex anyone had ever had. You couldn’t compute there being another level to what was possible from Loki Laufeyson, the thought made you shudder. You had thought it would be easy to maintain the ruse of ambivalent cordiality between you this week in close quarters with the rest of the mission team. But you were wrong.

He had taunted you relentlessly; intentionally or not, as you fought to remain an air of neutrality. The tight t-shirts he’d taken to wearing edged above his hips as he yawned animatedly on entry to the kitchen each morning as breakfast sizzled. The way he brazenly dropped his armour in front of you in the tiny kit room as the others suited up; bending over purposefully to retrieve it. Everything he said sounded like it was designed to make you squirm with desire. You needed him tonight. Now. Like a fix.

With a staggered breath of anticipation you lowered your hips to meet his open mouth; a dark moan of approval humming beneath you like a luxury engine as his skin met yours. God, he was heaven.

His tongue slid gently between your folds, already plumped by flushed, hot blood. It was gentle. Soft. He knew you would be sensitive after a week without his attention.

The tip traced gently around your entrance, lavishing every crevice with its blessing. You sighed against the width of warmth that slid up your centre, his flattened tongue pressing smoothly upwards to rest on your swollen clit.

“Lokiiii” you sighed, as he sucked you gently.

His arms looped underneath your spread thighs, his hands spreading slowly over the tops to steady you. Strong fingertips melded keenly to your flesh, gripping your curves as he pushed you further down to his waiting tongue. Your grip tightened on the wooden headboard, nails digging into the ageing varnish as your lips pressed together to silence a cry.

He vibrated with a chuckle beneath you, enjoying the trap of your own making. A shudder of pleasure rolled low in your belly as Loki licked a thick stripe up the centre of your cunt, returning back eagerly to pull your wet lips into his mouth. “Ahhh, Loki” you moaned quietly, the groan that followed resonating in your sinuses as you stifled your delirium against his work.

Slowly, you began to gyrate your hips against his face; following the instruction of his hands on your ass as he pleasured you religiously. From his open mouth you could hear breathy pants of arousal, every lap of his wet muscle mixing with audible appreciation. He moaned gently as he claimed the nectar given so freely by your body, his hips making soft thrusts behind you in time with his jaw.

Loki slipped his tongue inside your pussy, firing with the first ripples of orgasmic plateau; “Fuuuuck-yesss” you hissed, catching yourself before you screamed it. His nose pressed against your mound as he consumed you leisurely, flickers of moonlight illuminating the lustful concentration on his brow.

Black waves tumbled over the pillow beneath him, his biceps flexing against their tight grip winding against your open thighs and forcing you down upon him. He was relentless. Loki swirled his tongue across your folds, dipping against each centre of pleasure he knew so well in perfect rhythm as he rocked you towards climax at a torturously slow pace.

You were glad it was dark. Expressions twisted your face between awe and excruciation as you fought to hold back the thunders of pleasure building in your throat. Sweat building on your palms made the headboard slide beneath your grip; hands finding the wall above as you grasped for purchase against the coming tide. Low, harsh grunts escaped your lips as Loki’s tongue slipped inside you again. He drew it back out only to press the whole width devastatingly against your fizzing bundle of nerves, enjoying your extended undoing.

You had been on the plateau of orgasm for minutes, teetering addictively between realms. He knew. He always knew. He was biding his time until you couldn’t hold on any more. Until the loud moan of his name building like gunpowder deep in your throat was unstoppably lit. Did he want them all to hear? Or, at the very least, his brother sleeping on the other side of this wall.

“Loki I’m gon-gonna”

He squeezed your thighs knowingly, his eyes fluttering open; crinkling in amusement as you looked down at him desperately. The feeling of his forearms pressed against the backs of your thighs, pulling you deeper into his hungry mouth, was going to make you tip over the edge. You weren’t ready.

You pawed at the wall, trying to focus on any identifying feature on the blank canvas which could distract you while you tried not to tumble into insanity. God how you needed to scream.

With a slip of his palms, Loki raised your hips; scooting himself forward and delving deep into your core with one heavy, mercilessly flattened lick that enveloped you.

You melted against the headboard. The soaring crescendo in your belly howling for freedom as you came deeply into his waiting mouth.

The god's arms encased your thighs, trapping you to him. He owned your pleasure as your hips shuddered above him; seeing stars. Flecks of light crowded your vision as your brow twisted, lips parted in a mercifully silent cry. He drank it in greedily, lapping carefully at your soaking pussy coating him after six nights of absence from his prowess.

Your forearms braced against the wall as the final throes of your release faded. The feeling of gentle laps massaging the edges of your slit fastidiously a reminder of your lover savouring every drop you had to give.

A sigh caught in your throat as you leant back, straddling his chest, catching your breath. The first speckles of dawn had crept through the tight gap in the curtains, the tentative light teasing across Loki’s face. His dimples glowed in the gloom as he smiled knowingly; enjoying the puddled mess you had become under his touch. His lower face glinted with the sheen of cum and saliva spread across his lips, his chin, his nose.

“I’m impressed, darling” he murmured, brushing a strand of damp hair from your forehead, “you hardly made a sound. I must be losing my touch.”

You smacked him lightly on the arm, pleased that you had proved him wrong. A rare moment, indeed.

“You did however, hit the wall quite a few times.” he chuckled, his eyebrow raising as his dimples grew deeper. Your eyes widened before you resigned yourself with a shrug, “You can blame mice.”

“Mice?” Loki snorted, “Even my stupid brother wouldn’t fall for that…”

“He bought that you were performing the heimlich manoeuvre on me in the garages last week so yes...I think he would, actually.” you scoffed, as your secret lover smiled below you.

“Perhaps you’re right, my little vixen” he purred, sitting up to catch you in a kiss; the taste of your cum heavy on his tongue as he leant into you with a firm thrust of his hips.

“Now get out of here and back to bed” he muttered breathlessly, “before I flip you over and irrevocably destroy the clandestine element of our arrangement.”

You slipped off his body, your wet centre clinging optimistically to his hardened cock hidden beneath the cotton sheet which separated you. “I could do it, you know...I’ve proved I can be quiet” you huffed, straightening your flimsy nightdress.

“I wasn’t talking about you, darling. Tis’ I who would not be able to contain my cries of pleasure...” he smirked, turning to rest on his side; one hand raking through his hair as he leant against it.

“Now go. Before I change my mind..." he murmured coyly, fluffing the pillow beneath him.

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"Why not?" he retorted, patting your thighs with the back of his hands for you to move.

"Because we can't." you dryly replied, standing your ground.

"Because is not a valid reason." he retorted, trying to squeeze himself next to with his body weight.

"Loki, I have to work. I can’t always take breaks just because you need attention." you protested as you pushed against him, trying to keep your seat, “And the chair is way too narrow for the both of us anyway.”

"But I want cuddles, I need them." Loki tried with all his might to sit on your office chair as well but kept slipping off the edge.

“Sounds like a you problem.” you averted your gaze back to the laptop screen in front of you. Loki puffed as he stood next to you again, trying to think of another way to get what he wanted.

“Well if you’re not going to move, then-” 

“Then what?” you raised your brow at him challenging. His eyes narrowed and with a swift hand motion, your chair was pulled back far enough for Loki to seat himself on your lap. He stradled your lap instantly before you could even register what was happening.

“Loki, you’re constricting the blood flow in my legs. You’re too heavy.” you protested as you gasp for air under his weight.

“Sounds like a you problem.” Loki grinned mischievously, as he snaked his arms around your shoulders, nestling his face into the crook of your neck.