Hogwarts Library
you knew staying beyond the requisite timings spews troubles, but these assignments were getting out of it and you could not have another point deduction reason.
you carefully snuck out from the back of the library, gathering your books, quills and papers, praying there isn’t a prefect on final rounds.
you’re almost out towards the last third, when you hear their steps come in, shit shit shit. You crouch under the table, the footsteps receded and you will yourself not to breathe.
you’re sure the person has left the library so you, get up, your robe getting caught onto the edge of the desk sends your things flying out of your hands, you scramble to pick them up, only to see a pair of black shoes stand in front of you.
you gulp, continuing your retrieval of the mess of papers before you have to face the music.
the person tsks, you look up, they have a few of your papers in hand blocking their face.
“Professor Snape isn’t going to like this take on the potions essays.” And you place that voice, the voice you’ve heard multiple times, in different notes, stubborn when required, light when laughing away at his table, gentle with a first year who hurt themselves.
“Don’t need your opinion do I, Loki?” You muster up some form of courage, standing up and grabbing the stack of papers he had rescued while you were distracted.
“Was merely providing an expert opinion.” Loki’s prefect badge shone in the light feeling like a heavy weight on your shoulders.
“I didn’t know Hufflepuffs stayed awake past bedtime let alone curfew.” He smirks, at your disposition.
“I was working on the assignment.” You pointed at the papers.
His eyes travel to your chest, where the books are held as if it would shield you from being reported.
“I could help you make it better,” He was in the same year as you, you knew he was renowned for his expertise on potions. Probably would be Professor Snape’s prodigy.
“Why would you help me?” You ask, dumbfounded slightly.
He steps closer to you, “Should there be a reason, Kitten?” The way he says that nickname, he was the one who gave it to you, a long time ago when a spell backfired.
Tonight, the nickname sounded, heavier as thought it held something much more than just aimless banter.
“I asked you something, Kitten.”
You bit your lip at his voice getting lower, his eyes flickered to your lips. Authority wasn’t the only thing dripping from those words.
“Loki,” You try to dissipate the situation, your cheeks and body feeling warm.
He moves closer, trapping you between the table and himself, hands on either side of you, palms flat on the table.
his black hair falls forward slightly and you reach up hesitantly tucking the strands back to their place.
“Kitten?” His lips at a mere distance from yours,
You’re leaning your head back, wanting to feel them on yours.
“Won’t do anything till you say yes,” He whispers, lips brushing on your earlobe, nose trailing along your tilted neck.
“Yes,” your voice breathless, he grabs your waist, hoisting you onto the table, standing between your legs.
Loki’s large hand on your thigh, tracing circles, inching closer.
You discard the books to the side, and he grips the back of your neck your lips meeting his, eyes closing as the Slytherin prefect’s entire being envelopes you, his scent his touch, your fingers entangle in his hair as the kiss deepens, your legs tighten around his waist.
Loki’s tongue swipes along your bottom lip, tugging on it as he pulls away, the movement makes you arch, grinding against him, he moans letting go off of your lip.
You both are panting, in the light from the candles you can see his pupils are blown wide, hands have not stopped roaming your body, that hand on your thigh can not be moving slower, he’s teasing you and he knows it.
“Loki.” You move your hips again, “Kitten.” He steadies himself his cock twitching at the aspect of feeling you around him, so many nights just imagination running wild.
You’re getting needy for him,
“Please,” You whimper as his hand finally rubs over your clit through the fabric, of your underwear.
“Will you be good for me Kitten?” Loki asks, lips on your neck, you nod.
“Words, Kitten.” His movements pick up pace.
“Will be good, so good just the way you want.”
God your whimpers sound so much more melodic than he’d thought of, he pushes the fabric aside, his fingers feel cold and warm together, he moves them from your clit over your folds, teasing your entrance.
“Loki,” your hips move out of their own volition, needing to feel more, fingers tugging on his hair.
“Want my fingers, Kitten?” He asks, slipping one finger inside you his thumb drawing circles on your clit.
You moan his name, as his finger moves, how many times had you wanted to know what they felt like? You can’t remember as your brain just focuses on them moving so slow.
He adds another finger, picking up pace,
“Look at you, taking my fingers so well, do I make you feel good Kitten?” He asks, fingers filling you, you clenching around him as you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm.
“Feels so,oh good, Loki, please don’t, don’t stop,—“ You can’t complete your sentence, his mouth tracing over your sweet spot on your neck, leaving a love bite, his fingers moving faster bringing your orgasm crashing over you, you moan, he brings his lips back on yours, your still moaning in the kiss, body shaking as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm.
Slowly he removes them from you, his free hand under your chin, prompting you to look at him.
You’re still reeling from the sensations over taking you, him bringing his cum coated fingers to his lips to clean his fingers has you mewling and clenching around nothing.
“God, Loki,” You manage to speak, the library suddenly too warm.
“You taste exquisite, Kitten, even better than what I thought you would. I would devour you, however I believe I should get you back to your common room.”
Your protestant expression has him, divided on his decision.
“Please, Loki, need you.”
“Kitten,” he warns,
Logic sort of makes its way to your brain, understanding why he is suggesting it, if a professor caught you both would be without a school.
“Let me touch you then,” Your eyes move to his length, which you can see is straining against his pants.
“Kitten, you don’t have—,” He begins but hisses as you begin palming him, you smirk up at him and he swears he’s going to fuck you right here on this table.
You undo the button and zipper of his pants, pushing his boxers away, free-ing his length, circling the precum around his tip, moving your hand carefully along his length.
“God, Kitten, feels so good.”
“Loki, you’re,” you want to praise his length and girth, “Will you fuck my mouth?” You ask, looking up at him,
“You’re going to make me cum undone, with those words.” He whispers.
“Please, need you fucking my mouth, don’t you want your kitten’s lips around you?”
Loki groans, nodding, shifting away from you, you get down on your knees, tongue circling along the tip, slowly licking along the underside, Loki’s praise and moans just prompting you further.
You slowly take him in, he has one hand fisted through your hair, the other on the table, his knuckles straining at the grip.
You blow on his length as you pull away, the contrast, making him twitch and guiding your mouth back on him.
Footsteps echo, you don’t halt your bobbing, Loki slides the books across and covers you with his robes.
“Everything alright here, Loki?” You make out Cedric’s voice, he’s walking towards where you both are, you’ve slowed your pace, careful of your breathing and sounds, Loki bucks his hips, you maintain the original pace at his actions.
“Yes everything alright here,” Loki hopes the boy doesn’t come here, he does not want either of you in trouble but also he doesn’t want this moment to end. You lips are so perfect around him.
“Will you be returning?” Cedric’s voice is getting closer.
“Have to finish up Professor Snape’s assignment, we have another—,” Loki loses track of his sentence as you suck harder, then softly moan around him.
“Are you alright?” Cedric worries if the Slytherin is fine.
“Yes, completely, I’ll finish up and track if anyone is here.” Loki is so close, can the other prefect leave?
“Alright be back in 15 minutes incase you doze off.” Cedric chuckles retreating.
“Kitten.” Loki looks down at you, his breath catches in his throat, you have one hand pleasing yourself as you suck him off, eyes watering at his girth, he lets you move quicker, feeling his release,
you look up at him innocently, that is all he needs to push him over, his hot cum filling your mouth and dribbling down your chin as you continue to let him fuck your mouth, you moan around him, as you find your release, jaw going slack.
Loki steadies you, the way you moan around him, adding to the pleasure of riding out his orgasm in your mouth.
You pull away, carefully standing up, wobbling slightly, Loki, brings your drenched fingers to his mouth then kisses you, and fuck does it feel good tasting each other on your lips.
He takes his wand out, pointing it over you both an incantation for cleaning the mess made.
He holds you close as he carefully walks you to the kitchens, stroking your cheek and stealing another kiss from that mouth that will be etched into his dreams.
“Goodnight Loki.” You grin, biting your lip.
“Goodnight Kitten.” He smiles at you.
“Oh,” you turn around innocently, moving up to him, “I will be looking forward to being fucked on the table by you.” You tug on his earlobe as you whisper, pulling away and seeing his parted lips before you enter back into the common room.
Loki watching bewildered and a problem growing which he would have to solve on his own.