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Exquisite

One More Week

Summary: When Loki makes a request of you in bed, how can you possibly deny him?

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word count: 3.7k

Loki x f!reader

Loki Masterlist

Warnings: Orgasm denial, ruined orgasm, mild degradation, praise kink

Chilled night air drifting lightly in from a half cracked window, cooling sweat drenched limbs that lay amongst a tangle of sheets.

A still racing heartbeat thundering in your ear.

Long, loving fingers threading gently through your hair.

At times, the warm afterglow of satisfaction nearly eclipsed the hot, heavy passion that it was born from.

Nearly.

Tonight, lying within a tangle of warm sheets with your flushed face nuzzled against Loki’s bare chest, it was difficult to compare the two. With his fingertips softly floating over your upper arm and the solid feel of his chest beneath your cheek, you felt safe, sated, loved. There was, in truth, no feeling comparable to that of being held so securely against him, as though he couldn’t stand to be separated from you for even the briefest of seconds.

Yet, you still tingled delightfully with the aftermath of his love, practically still squirming in his arms at the exquisite pleasure he had drowned you in only minutes before.

He had been peeved at first when he found the little toy in your bedside cabinet, jealous and disbelieving that such a small piece of plastic could make you feel close to the pleasure that he could, but tonight his curiosity had gotten the better of him and he had reached for the little golden bullet not long after slowly, teasingly, filling you to the brim.

He had played around with the settings, seeming fascinated by the different speeds and rhythms, and even more fascinated still when he took the time to try each on your swollen clit, tortuously switching between the unbroken buzz of the highest setting to the short, sharp buzzes of the lowest, making you buck and writhe between him for close to half an hour.

“Oh, darling,” he had cooed over the sounds of your strangled whimpers, the vibe buzzing at its highest setting against your clit. “It appears I may have been wrong about this mortal device. Those little sounds you’re making are exquisite.” He had clicked the pink button on the top twice, dulling the intense vibrations and taking you swiftly down off the edge you had been dangling on.

A tortured whine had left you at the loss of sensation. You had thrashed wildly, cursing his name and plunging your hands between your legs to hold the vibe firmly in place, your own fingers pressing the small rubber button until it reached its highest setting once more. You moaned in contentment.

“Greedy girl,” Loki had said. “Is my cock not enough for you?” He slammed into you for emphasis, hitting the exact spot you needed him to. In vain you had tried to answer him, but all you could manage was a broken string of half-formed words, the building release robbing you of your ability to speak. “You begged me for it like a common whore and now it’s not enough?” He had half-heartedly taunted, his own release building so quickly that he couldn’t hold back from pounding into you at such a punishing pace you had to cling onto him for dear life.

The relentless way he was fucking you along with the fierce vibrations of the vibe still held snugly against your clit had you tip over the edge in mere minutes, practically seeing new galaxies behind your eyes with how powerful your climax was. Loki’s name had been ripped violently from your throat, your screams of ecstasy filling the room and making you thankful for his silencing charm. So intense was your orgasm that you came down to earth gasping, still tingling and filled with a desperate desire to do it again.

A sentiment that Loki appeared to share.

“We must use that little toy of yours again, darling,” he said, his breathing still loud and deep as he caught his breath. “I’m sure I can make you scream my name louder than that.”

In spite of the filthy things you had let him do to you, your face grew hot at his insinuation. You burrowed closer to his side, feeling his arm snake fully around your shoulder. “Mmm,” you purred against him. “Maybe next time you could tie me up, too.” You reached out a hand to glide across his stomach, his muscles rippling beneath your dancing fingertips.

He made a small noise of appreciation, one that prompted a faint flurry of sparks to alight in your already sated core. “You would look inviting restrained and helpless against whatever I decide to inflict on you,” he murmured, making you burn for him once again.

“I’d be your own little plaything,” you encouraged him, though you knew he needed no further convincing than your wish.

Loki hummed in agreement, a quiet sound that almost had you quivering with excitement. He said nothing further and your eyes began to flutter closed, believing that sleep had claimed him, but his deep voice rumbled again in your ear. “I’ve been thinking of something else,” he said slowly.

You smiled against his chest. “Uh oh. That’s never a good sign,” you teased him.

He poked your side, pulling a shout of laughter from you, but returned his fingers to idly stroke your forearm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in the wake of his touch. “I’ve been thinking that I’d like to try denying you,” he stated simply.

A fresh heat of arousal pooled between your aching thighs. “Denying me what?” you asked, though you knew what he was referring to. He’d hinted at it before but neither of you had ever followed through with it.

But, oh, how you’d thought about it, how you’d touched yourself to the mere idea of it when he was out on missions. To have him control when, or even if, you received any pleasure, to have your most primal need in his hand, only granted release when he wished it. Your stomach twisted in anticipation of one of your deepest desires finally becoming a reality.

“Your pleasure,” Loki answered simply. A shiver wracked through you at hearing him say it aloud, something he clearly mistook as unease when he quickly began to backtrack. “We don’t have to, of course, I was simply -”

You twisted in the sheets, freeing yourself slightly from the cage of Egyptian cotton to lean in and kiss him firmly, effectively silencing his attempt to talk himself out of it. “Please deny me, Loki,” you whispered huskily after breaking away. Even in the shrouded darkness of the room, you could see his eyes cloud with renewed lust.

Despite his eagerness, the smallest of creases appeared between his brow. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered easily. “I want you to deny me. Please.”

At your consent his entire face shifted, quiet concern melting into a wicked smile. “Wonderful that you agree, darling,” he murmured, lifting one cool hand to cup your cheek. “I hope you enjoyed that orgasm. It’s going to be the last one you have for a while.”

oOo

So close.

You were so close.

For over an agonising hour he had been bringing you to the edge of pleasure, your orgasm dangling before you like a shiny new toy, only for him to pull you back out of its reach before you could fully wrap your hands around it. It was simultaneously intoxicating and infuriating, and you suspected this time would be no different.

His cock, every glorious inch of him, was hitting you exactly where you needed, but still, it wasn’t enough. Still, you needed more. “Faster, Loki…please. I need you to go…faster!” you said through gritted teeth, yanking against your silk restraints, fingers curling against the air.

He lifted his head from your neck, inky black curls lightly tickling over the many marks he had left on your skin. “What was that, darling? I didn’t quite hear you,” he teased, pulling a strangled groan from the very depths of your lungs when he slowed his thrusts down.

You threw your head back against the pillows in frustration, desperately trying to grind your hips onto his cock. He grinned mischievously at your efforts, resting both hands on your hips in a firm grip to still your movements.

“Please, Loki! Please, please, please go faster!” you babbled out.

“Again?” he prompted, slowing down further until his throbbing cock was still within you.

“Loki!” you whined, thrashing wildly against the bed when he pulled out of you with a very unsexy pop.

He leaned back on his heels, fisting himself slowly while you continued to squirm. The thumb of his free hand found your clit, drawing light, teasing circles and making you buck underneath him. “Look how wet you are for me, my pet. Dripping for my cock, aren’t you?”

A wave of arousal washed over you, enough to have your back arch off the cotton sheets, but nowhere near enough to have you riding that delicious edge. You rolled your hips against his hand, silently crying out for more friction against your swollen bud. Loki grinned wolfishly and slowed his movements down, the faint waves of pleasure dulling to a frustrating nothingness.

“Yes!” you all but screamed at him, rutting against his still hand and hoping it was enough to coax his attention to your sopping cunt. “I want your cock, Loki, please! I need your cock!”

He shuffled closer in the mess of sheets. You let out an excited little hum, bracing to feel his heavenly slide back into your aching cunt, to have his thick girth fill and stretch you beautifully. Instead, you felt the glistening tip of his cock drag torturously through your dripping folds, giving you a little friction but nowhere close to enough.

“Remind me again, my little whore, how long it’s been since I allowed you to come?” he asked, his tone taunting as he continued to just graze your clit with every slow drag of his cock.

“Three weeks,” you whined. You heard him give a quiet “tut,” one that had you clench around nothing.

“Is that all?” he taunted, sliding one hand up the naked skin of your stomach to pluck and pull at a nipple. “That’s barely a heartbeat, pet. I think you can last a little longer. Will you make me proud and give your pleasure to me for another week?”

You let out a strangled whimper. You were burning with need, your aching cunt feeling like a ferocious flame had been lit beneath it that grew hotter and more merciless with each day, but you were so addicted to the sweet torture that you knew what your answer would be before the word left your lips.

“Yes,” you replied easily.

The silken pad of his thumb found your clit again and you sucked in a breath, your entire body going tense as small waves of pleasure instantly began to ripple through you. You knew, you knew, it would be exactly like all the times before. Loki would bring you right to the edge of pleasure but, just when you were ready to topple over into euphoric bliss, he would cease all friction, only returning to gently tease you again when the edge had firmly skated away from you.

Your head fell back against the pillows with a groan, Loki’s quickly following to lean down and sink his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, not hard to hurt but enough to pull a startled cry from your lips.“Yes what, pet? I want to hear you say it.”

A wordless puff of air was all you could muster with your brain refusing to cooperate with your tongue. His hot mouth on your skin, his hard cock brushing teasingly against your dripping cunt, every inch of him was so intoxicating that he practically robbed you of your senses.

Another sharp bite to your neck reminded you that he was awaiting an answer. “I want you… to deny me… longer, Loki. Please…keep denying me,” you whimpered through laboured pants, fighting your release with momentous effort.

He pressed his lips to your cheek in a warm, wet kiss. “Darling girl, of course I will,” he purred, moving to claim your lips in a searing kiss, making you pull forcefully against the restraints still around your wrists, itching to wrap your arms around him. “You’re making me so proud.”

“Please, Loki…please…keep denying me…please, I don’t…I don’t want to come,” you continued to babble, lost to the ripples of pleasure his swift little circles around your clit were bringing you.

As he hovered above you, glittering emerald eyes locked with yours, you could see clearly the moment his pupils clouded over with lust. “Oh, good girl,” he praised you. “Yes, keep begging me. Keep begging me to withhold your pleasure from you.”

You groaned and squirmed beneath him, the edge quickly building within your core under his skilled fingers. “Please, Loki….please….please, please keep me aching…please…I don’t….I don’t want to come…please!” you begged him, needing him to stop touching you but not wanting to give up the heady feeling of bliss.

His cock twitched against your thigh at your pleading, evidence of his own arousal staining your skin, and his lips were quickly and firmly on yours again, kissing you breathless. “I won’t let you, darling girl,” he said, his voice thick with arousal. “I won’t let you come.” His thumb mercifully left your clit, your entire body relaxing after the effort of fighting your own release.

With his hands gently ghosting over the naked skin of your sides, he trailed a pattern of kisses down your chest, your body jumping and surging with each press of his warm, wet mouth to hypersensitive skin. Briefly, he paused to roughly suck and bite each of your firm nipples, the contrast from his gentle kisses pulling a strained cry from the depths of your lungs, and finally he settled between your legs, the featherlight sensation of his heated breath enough to have you pulsing before him.

“Oh, darling,” he inhaled deeply. “The scent of you is divine,” he said, latching his lips around your clit and sucking lewdly. You strained so hard, so forcefully, against the sturdy wood of the headboard that you feared it would collapse around you both. “I should keep you like this permanently. Look how soaked you are for me.” He placed his tongue flat on your cunt, licking you from slit to clit. “Soaked for my cock, aren’t you, my little whore?”

You attempted to brazenly grind against his face, a tortured whine escaping you when he pulled back just out of reach. “Yes, Loki!” you moaned, feeling your cunt clench and flutter uncontrollably. “I’m a whore. I’m your whore! Please…please, give me your cock.”

“Mmm,” he hummed against your dripping folds, his firm hands pushing your thighs further apart. “My filthy little whore,” he echoed, sucking your clit again and making you buck and thrash wildly beneath him. He stretched back up from between your legs, catching your lips in another blistering kiss, the taste of your arousal heavy on his tongue. “I’m going to make this a little more difficult for you, my darling. I’m going to bring you right to the edge, I’m going to let you tip over for the briefest of seconds, and then I’m going to ruin it. I’m going to let you feel the tiniest beginnings of pleasure and then I’m going to rip it from your grasp.”

A ringing, frustrated whimper left you, accompanied in tandem by a violent shiver wracking your entire body. There was no point in even trying to deny it was what you wanted when your own body was betraying you so. “Yes…please, Loki…run my orgasm…please,” you babbled, so lost to your own arousal you would have agreed to just about anything he suggested.

He kissed you again, long and deep, leaving no doubt in your mind as to who you belonged to. “You are a dream,” he murmured softly, his lips grazing yours. You were ready to keen at his praise, the neverending stream of sweet nothings that fell from his lips making you eager to go as far and as long as he wanted to push you.

His lips descended back down your torso, licking, biting, marking every inch of delicate skin he could reach. When he settled again between your thighs, his emerald eyes held your gaze intently as he lightly ran his tongue over your tortured clit. “Are you ready?” he asked. You nodded frantically, craving his mouth against you. “Good girl.”

When his hot, wet tongue slipped between your folds, the groan that escaped your lips sounded like it had come from the depths of hell. “Loki…” you moaned, curling your toes in the tangle of sheets against the immediate waves of pleasure. His silver tongue worked languidly, swirling and licking slowly like he was savouring the sweetest ambrosia.

At your breathy, agonised pleas for more, he settled into a quick steady rhythm that teased you effortlessly towards the edge in minutes. The waves of pleasure washing over you became distinctly more pronounced, each one crashing solidly into the next and threatening to drown you in ecstasy. Almost on instinct, you began to roll your hips against his face, a shattering release growing closer and closer with each skilled flick of his tongue. Momentarily forgetting what his attentions were leading up to, you strained forcefully against the restraints, your entire body tensing when your climax was a mere hairsbreadth away.

The first rippling swell of release fluttered deep within you and your head fell back against the pillows with a quiet thump, preparing to be engulfed in a pleasure that only Loki could bring you.

Instead, that momentary taste of a bright, dazzling climax slowly ebbed away to nothing when he removed his tongue from your cunt, only heightening your arousal tenfold. Your strangled cry of frustration rang around the room, betrayal seeping through your veins that he’d actually done what you’d begged him to do. Chest heaving, you fought to steady your breathing, hot tears beginning to flow from the corners of your eyes at his refusal to grant you what you so, so desperately wanted.

Loki was quickly hovering back over you, his soft fingers gently pushing strands of hair from your sweat drenched forehead. “Magnificent, my darling. I’m so proud of you,” he murmured, placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Loki…I…” you began, trailing off quickly, words failing to properly form on your tongue.

“I know,” Loki soothed, kissing you again. “I’m going to fuck you until I come now,” he said, adjusting his position to kneel between your legs. “You’re not allowed to come. You don’t have my permission,” he reminded you gently. You nodded weakly, unable to even voice your understanding, so close to being spent by the night's session. “Good girl,” he praised you, leaning in for another deep kiss. “Always so good for me.”

With a touch as light as a feather he wiped away your errant tears. One hand remained to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb delicately brushing your skin, while with the other he aligned himself with your entrance and you finally felt every beautiful inch of him slide back into your aching cunt, pulling a deep, satisfied moan from your lips when he filled you to the brim.

“Beautiful,” he rasped out when he was sheathed fully inside you. “My beautiful little whore.” You keened underneath him, a bubble of laughter leaving your throat at his gentle degradation. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I call you my whore?”

You clenched hard around him, answering him without words and pulling a sharp hiss from his lips. “Y…yes!” you stuttered out between his thrusts. “I’m your whore, Loki.”

He growled low in his throat, his long, slow thrusts increasing in speed. “My filthy little mortal whore,” he said, teeth clenched while your cunt continued to clench and flutter wildly around him. “My good girl giving up her pleasure for me.”

You arched beneath him, desperate to throw your arms around him and pull him flush against you, but still, he didn’t untie you. His hands were planted firmly on the mattress, caging you beneath him while his thrusts became more and more erratic and your name mixed with lustful moans tumbled from his lips. He was close, his jagged movements telling you that he wouldn’t last much longer, his own euphoric release close on the horizon. You rolled your hips, meeting every thrust of his with your own steady rhythm to help tip him over, hungry to watch him unravel into bliss above you, because of you.

“Darling…you are…magnificent,” he panted, snaking one hand underneath your back to pull you closer to him. “So wet…so tight…you feel so good around me.”

You burned with pride at his praise, willing him to go faster and claim his release from you. “Come, Loki…please…come inside me,” you encouraged him weakly.

His firm grip around you strengthened and with a shudder he finished inside you, hot, warm ropes of his seed filling you, claiming you as his. You clenched hard around him, making him hiss and bury his face into your neck as you milked every last drop from him. The force of his orgasm was nearly enough to send you hurtling into your own, but before you could even entertain the idea of disobeying him, his erratic thrusts came to a shuddering stop, his breathing heavy and laboured in your ear as he went still.

In a flash of bright green light your hands were untied from the bed. Hastily, you wrapped them around his neck, threading your fingers into his tangled mess of curls.

“You feel better every time, my darling,” he murmured in your ear, satisfaction dripping from his voice. “I think I’ve grown rather fond of this little arrangement. I rather enjoy that I get to come and you don’t.”

He kissed you and you moaned against his lips. “Don’t tease. Not fair,” you protested weakly.

He laughed softly, giving you another deep, lingering kiss and removed himself from you. “I don’t recall saying anything about it being fair. One more week, darling. Then we can reevaluate,” he said, pulling you into his arms.

“Ok,” you hummed, exhaustion beginning to seep in and make your eyes flutter closed.

One more week. It was only one more week.

You hoped it would turn into two.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 11 days ago

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Pure mischief

Little Green Dress

Summary: You try, and spectacularly fail, to tease the god of mischief.

Loki x f!reader

Contains: Edging, orgasm control.

18+ Minors Do Not Interact

AN: Ok y’all I haven’t written smut in a looooong time so if this is a little wonky just roll with it please I tried.

You were definitely doing this on purpose.

Your hands smoothed out the non-existent wrinkles in your emerald green waspie, enjoying the contrast of lace on satin. You smirked impishly at yourself in the bathroom mirror, craning your neck to look at yourself from all angles.

Yes. This was perfect.

You had chosen this lingerie set specifically with Loki in mind, knowing his weakness for seeing you in stockings, but with the intention of paying him back for teasing you to the point of frustration. It was a regular occurrence. While Loki was a generous lover, he loved being in control, and he particularly loved delaying your pleasure until you felt like you would explode.

Only the other night he had teased you to the point of tears, his fingers circling and stroking so close to where you needed him but always intentionally just missing until you cried out with frustration. After what felt like hours of edging and bringing you so close but yet not close enough he had finally permitted you release, and you had vowed to finally turn the tables at the next possible opportunity.

Tonight.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 11 days ago

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This is so hot. Poetic, almost like a dance of words, while also being blazing smut

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟐𝐤

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢, 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Heartbeat still thundering like the hooves of a wild horse, and chest still heaving with each short, sharp breath that escaped your lungs.

You were spent. Totally, utterly spent.

Three times Loki had made you orgasm in the past ten minutes, his name an unending, ragged scream as he drowned you in wave after wave of unceasing euphoria, and sweet praises tumbling from his lips like honey each time your body wracked around him.

You were his good girl who took his cock so well.

His beautiful mortal who sang for him so beautifully.

His enchanting thing who he was so proud of.

His praise had been continual and unbroken, wrapping around you like a favourite blanket as he ruined you again and again, though you had soon become deaf to it with each time he staked his claim, your every sense numbed in the wake of each endless wave of pleasure.

Truthfully, you weren’t sure if you could remember your own name if asked. All you were certain of was Loki.

You were still wrapped around him, thighs hugging his hips while he remained buried inside you. He was still hard even after the many times he had claimed you, his cock still throbbing with unspent release. He filled you so completely while you warmed him, each small movement in your overstimulated core enough to make you jerk in his arms.

Warming him was torture. Beautiful, blissful torture.

“Shhh,” Loki hushed softly in your ear, one particular shift of his hips having you whimper against his bare chest. “You’re alright, my darling.” One large hand ran in soothing circles over your back, the other curled loosely in your hair as you lay against him.

“Too much,” you whimpered again, tears still drying on your cheeks from the force of each orgasm he had just ripped from you. What he could make you feel was beyond pleasure. It was something deeper, more profound, as though both your souls were intertwining when he was inside you.

You would never tire of him, nor of the ecstasy he could grant you with each thrust of his hips.

You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head and adjust his arms to hold you that little bit tighter. “I know,” he cooed, “but you’re being such a good girl for me. That perfect little cunt is warming my cock so well.”

Fresh warmth trickled through you like liquid gold at his continued praise. A hiss of pleasure escaped his lips when you clenched around his cock in response, the soft sound mingling with the quiet whimper that fell from yours. Every nerve ending still felt raw and exposed from the tsunami of pleasure he had just drowned you in, making you feel every torturous throb of his cock no matter how small the movement.

It was beautiful, exquisite torture.

“Poor thing. Is this what my cock does to you, darling?” he murmured, and you could feel the smirk wrapping around his words. He gave an experimental roll of his hips, pushing himself deeper inside you until the tip of his cock brushed against your sweet spot and had you audibly cry out.

How could it still feel so good?

Your thighs squeezed around his hips, the muscles beneath your skin still quivering from use. You had no doubt that walking would not be easy for the next few days.

“Yes,” you answered, voice barely a squeak in the quiet of the night.

Loki’s chest rumbled with soft laughter and his hand left your hair to grip the point of your chin. You pulled back from his chest as he directed your gaze upwards, finding his still burning with lust and a revived need to claim you once again.

“Good,” he answered simply, barely giving you a chance to draw breath before his lips were on yours, kissing you, tasting you, claiming you. It was ferocious and possessive, but still brimming with love. One thing he would never let you doubt.

Your arms were locked around his neck in seconds, sharp nails digging into soft skin to leave marks of your own while you pulled him closer. Always you needed him closer. His arm slid back to curl perfectly around your waist, two large hands now gripping your ass for purchase as he began to roll his hips into you again. You felt his throbbing cock slide in and out of your overstimulated cunt, each torturous, blissful drag making the coil in your stomach quickly begin to twist.

You groaned against his lips in protest. “Loki…please…I can’t…,” you whined half heartedly, already missing the taste of him.

“Shhh,” he hushed you again, pressing his lips to your forehead. “One more for me, my darling. Be a good girl and give me one more.”

He didn’t give you a choice. His hips continued to thrust into you, driving you closer and closer to yet another release, but his praise was all the encouragement you needed. You would do anything to be his good girl. You buried your face in his neck, letting him use your body however he wished and feeling the steady build of your own release.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” Loki grunted in your ear, his hands now settled in a punishing grip on your hips. “Norns, I can’t get enough of you!”

His cock drove you relentlessly towards climax, his curses and praise fueling your climb to the edge. In less than a minute your back was arching beneath his touch, pressing your chest against his as the first sparks of explosion began to fizzle between your thighs.

“Loki…Loki, I’m gonna come!” you choked out in one breath as the pressure continued to build, burying your face further into his neck to ride out your high.

“No,” he said swiftly, a strong hand twisting into your hair to pull you back, forcing you to meet his lust blown gaze. “Look at me,” he ordered roughly. “Look at me while you come.”

Panting, exhausted, you obeyed and held his gaze. With a final few thrusts of his hips, he sent you soaring off the edge once more, all too quickly toppling with you into bliss. His name was a scream on your lips and yours was a prayer on his, mixing together in a hot, heavy mess of pleasure. You watched his jaw go slack and face contort with the force of his release, pride bubbling like molten lava deep in your core at knowing it was you making him feel this good.

For as long as you could you held his gaze, almost lost to watching his release swim behind emerald eyes, but the force of your own final orgasm quickly had your head buried back in his neck. This time he allowed it, letting you ride out the aftershocks with sweet praises rolling into your ear.

You had made him so proud.

“My good girl,” he continued to pant softly in your ear once he came down from his own high, slim fingers running along the length of your back. “My best girl.”

Even in the wake of a shattering release his cock remained buried to the hilt inside you. You were his good girl, though. You would continue to warm him.

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literatureatthebowofnails · 11 days ago

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The ending is so perfect

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟗𝟕𝟒

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐬, 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Both hands slam onto the wooden headboard with such force that the entire bed frame seems to shake, and through half lidded eyes you watch your knuckles change colour against the wood. It isn’t the first time you’ve assaulted the bed frame this evening, and with the way Loki’s tongue is skillfully sliding through your cunt while you straddle his face, it won’t be the last.

His quiet hum of satisfaction floats up from between your thighs, and the soft vibrations are enough to have you flutter wildly around him. You chance a glimpse down at the god who’s been lying between your legs for the past half hour, moaning softly at the gloriously debauched sight that meets your eyes.

Loki is lying contentedly among the pile of pillows on your bed, ink black curls fanned out around him and a pretty pink blush staining his cheeks while he pleasures you. Elegant fingers are curled tightly around your thighs to hold you in place, gripping you so tightly that you anticipate a tiny line of bruises will form by the morning.

He’s a work of art, really.

“You are fucking gorgeous.” You can’t help but praise him, because there’s no sight on Earth comparable to Loki’s head between your legs. His answering deep hum sends a sharp ripple of pleasure twisting through your core, pulling a satisfied groan from your parted lips in its wake.

It’s impossible to tear your eyes from him as he lies between your legs. Each sinful swirl of his tongue and appreciative moan goes straight to your head, but then he moves his head just enough for you to catch the shine of your own arousal coating the tip of his nose and upper lip. That alone is almost enough to send you into orbit, that is, until Loki’s eyes lock with yours and he licks a long, slow line along the length of your cunt, pulling you as close to his mouth as he physically can.

It feels so good, so blindingly good, that for a second you’re unable to speak, unable to do anything but drown in the warm, wet feel of Loki’s tongue.

Your hands curl tighter around the headboard, but you don’t take your eyes of Loki for even a second. “Fucking…menace!” you cry out, only to feel him smile against your cunt as he returns to teasing and taunting. “Loki, I - fuck!” Whatever you were about to say is swiftly lost when he then dips that skilled tongue inside you.

All you can manage is a strangled whimper while he fucks you with his tongue. He’s expertly building you towards the edge, in the gloriously depraved way that only he can, and you send up an unending stream of thanks to the universe that this god loves you.

Because no one before him has ever been so attuned to your pleasure, or so eager to ceaselessly place it before their own.

“Nothing arouses me more than pleasuring you, dove.” He had said little over half an hour ago, silencing your objections as he had coaxed you over his face.

That beautiful face is now peering up at you with reverence, as though he’s ached to worship you all his life and tonight you’ve granted his every wish. His tongue laps at your cunt with something close to desperation and, not five minutes later, you feel his hands slide along your thighs to grip your hips, clamping you firmly against his face to give his undivided attention to your clit.

You clench wildly on top of him, beginning to rock your hips in an attempt to chase the release that’s building like a storm in your core. “Fuck, Loki, keep doing that! Please, please, please!” you plead with him.

The coil in your core is twisted tight and about to snap, promising a blinding release. It’s glittering before you like a new star - all you need is that wickedly talented tongue.

Curses and pleas continue to fall like spring rain from your lips, and Loki is the ever benevolent god. Before long, your climax crashes down around you with such force it rips the breath from your lungs. Tiny stars dance at the edges of your eyes and you grind wildly against your lover's face.

Loki watches you intently, his eyes sparkling as you come undone for him. You make sure to cry out his name as soon as you’re able, letting everyone in a ten mile radius know that every part of you belongs to him.

Your thighs are trembling on each side of Loki’s head, your heartbeat a pounding drum in your chest. You’re panting as you come down off your high, basking happily in the golden afterglow of your orgasm…

But then you realise that Loki’s tongue is still buried in your sensitive cunt.

“Mpmh, Loki…too much,” you whimper, trying to lift off his face.

Loki’s hands only curl tighter around your hips, refusing to grant even a seconds reprieve. You squirm on top of him, because the sensitivity really is too much, but a soft warmth in your wrists acts as a momentary distraction.

Glancing up, you see the deep green ribbons that are now tying your wrists to the headboard, effectively immobilising you and leaving no option but to remain where you are.

You feel Loki smirk between your thighs and the mischief that’s dancing in his eyes only confirms how absolutely fucked you are. “Please…no more…,” you plead weakly, but his sinful tongue remains deep in your cunt.

Within seconds, the beginnings of another orgasm are fizzling in your core and, through the heavy haze that’s settled over your shoulders, you vaguely remember Loki’s delicious promise from earlier in the evening, only now you can see it for what it was: a threat.

“I won’t stop, darling. You have my word.”

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