Room of Requirement
You stood against the wall watching Loki walk up and down the corridor, a determined look on the prefect’s face.
“It isn’t appearing Loki.” You tell him, sighing, at his ignorance.
“I just have to want it harder.” Loki rolls his eyes as he makes his periodic turn to complete the paced walk.
“Maybe, the room can’t handle that abomination of a thought.” You walk up to him, stopping him.
“Hey, I did not have the thought, you did, Kitten, my sweet Kitten.” He smirks making your cheeks heat up.
“In my defence, I was fucked out.” You retort once finding your voice, when you look away.
“What would Helga Hufflepuff think?” Loki places his index finger under your chin, making you look into his green eyes, the mischievous glint in them making the knot in your stomach tighten.
“Loki…” You breathe, “I—,”
“She would absolutely be livid, a sweet little Hufflepuff, with her Slytherin boyfriend, searching for a—,”
“Who is there?!” A voice booms, parting Loki from you, a meow follows, “Shit, Filch!” Loki’s eyes widen for once he’s taken by surprise.
You grab his hand as the door appears to the Room of Requirement, as Filch’s footsteps get closer, you both jog into the darkened room.
The door disappears behind you and Filch is left scratching his head outside, his cat looking up at him quizzically.
The lights do not come up as they usually did in the room, Loki’s breath begins evening out as does yours, his chest pressed flush against your back.
“What did you think about?” Loki’s lips ghost over the shell of your ear, his breath warm.
“N-nothing…” You stutter, catching your breath at the way his lips brush against your jaw.
“Well, I presume something is wrong, since the room always lights up, Y/N.”
Loki’s hands grip your waist and he turns you to face him, even in the dark he knows your body, where to touch, kiss, what to whisper to make you whimper.
“We’ve got the room and time on our hands…” Loki the earlier determination to his voice returns, his hand moves up your back, pressing you further against him, you can feel his other hand curving over your hips.
His hand reaches your neck, tugging on your hair, tilting your neck back.
Loki’s lips hesitantly graze your cheek, he’s finding his way to your lips, soft needy kisses along your jawline, he moves along your neck, teeth grazing over the spot that has you falling apart for him.
Your hands grip on his jumper, “Loki,” you whimper as he bites over the spot again.
“Tell me Kitten, what do you need me to do?” Loki’s voice drips of honey, he moans against your skin, making your clit pulse, begging for attention.
The flickers of several flames coming alight, draw his lips away from marking you as his, Loki wraps an arm around you the other going to grab his wand, you grip your wand as well, as you both stare taken aback at the sight in front of you.
“Wh-what did you conjure up, Kitten?” Loki lowers his wand, shaking his head amused.
“I—, it could, I mea—mean…” You stutter trying to make sense of how is this possible.
There is a large bed in front of you both, right at the centre of the mirrored room, the frame, yellow-gold, as are the bed posts, there are several cylindrical bars atop the bed, which is covered in green satin sheets.
“A Slyther-Puff inspired bed?” Loki comments, but you swallow hard, looking at the cuffs on the head board, the ropes dangling from the bars on the bed, it is something out of an erotica.
“Kitten? Do you want to be tied up?” Loki’s hands trail over your waist, as he too takes in the varying degree of objects, he is baffled, this is not what he was thinking about. Loki studies your expression, the way your pupils are blown wide, your breathing slightly laboured, and the way he can feel your thighs clench, as you’re pressed up against him.
He knows you want to explore this,
“Words, Kitten.” Loki’s demeanour changes, he sounds authoritative.
“Yes,” You say, turning to find his eyes lust blown as well, the green just a rim around his pupils.
He pulls you into a kiss, biting down on your bottom lip, drawing a moan from you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands begin to lift up your jumper, you both pull away to get rid of your jumpers and shirts.
Loki leads you to the bed, he sits first, pulling you onto him, knees on either side of his lap, straddling him, your skirt hiked and you can feel his length hardened against the wetness pooling between you.
“I can feel how much you want me Kitten, so wet?” He trails his lips over the mounds of your breasts, nipping at the skin, unclasping your bra, as his tongue flicks over your nipples, biting down when they harden for him.
Your fingers tangled in his dark hair, your lips marking his neck and collarbones.
“I asked you Kitten, are you so wet, for me?” He twists one hardened nipple between his fingers as his other hand makes you grind against him, the movements making you moan.
“Yes, Loki all for you, f-fuck.”
His fingers ghost over your clit, pressing onto it over the wet fabric.
You tug his hair harder, he groans.
“Hmm, I think I know just what to do, kneel on the bed for me Kitten.” He leans back on his hands, “Oh get rid of your skirt.” He says, biting his lip at the sight of your skin covered in his markings when you get up.
“Loki,” You look down at his clothing, the remainder of it.
“I’ll take it off in a minute, can’t hold out much longer,” He stands stroking your cheek, “Need to fill my Kitten up, have her clenching around my cock, begging for more.”
Loki guides your hand to his length, his pants unzipped, you give a light squeeze, he groans, “Kneel on the bed before I fuck you right here.”
You get onto the bed, only in your soaked panties,
“Hands upwards,” You follow as he climbs behind you, your gaze flickers to the mirror, the candles set your skin in a new glow, Loki’s love bites gracing your skin, you want to moan at them, your gaze shifts as he bounds your hands above you to the bars, with the rope.
You strain slightly against it, it doesn’t hurt,
“Alright?” Loki asks, checking the restraint that have you slightly arched.
“Yes.” You asnwer.
“Good Girl.” He puts a knee between your thighs, spreading them wider, having you arch more by the restrain and your core is flush against his clothed thigh.
“Safeword?”
“Beet.”
“Good Girl, now fuck yourself on my thigh.”
You meet his gaze in the mirror, and you begin to move, biting your lip as his muscles clench providing the firmness that has you dripping for him further, your hips grinding against him, he hisses at the contact.
“Look at yourself, Kitten. Who would know the sweet little innocent Hufflepuff is riding the Slytherin prefect’s thigh like a little good girl.” He grabs your jaw, making your lips meet, the movement causing a bout of friction that has you both moaning into the kiss.
When you both pull away, you whimper out Loki’s name, “Please, need you.” you beg, the emptiness needing to be filled, the white hot heat building in you, Loki grips your hip, making you grind down harder against his thigh, other hand, cupping your breast, pinching and rolling the nub.
“Watch yourself cum.” He says as your hips stutter their rhythm when your orgasm takes over you, making you cry out, Loki keeps you moving against him as you ride out the first of the three he has in mind for you.
“I will taste you now my Kitten.” Loki shifts, his breath over your clothed core making you shiver, your hands shift to want to grip his hair but the ropes tug against you.
Loki knew he wouldn’t ever forget this sight, you tied up, needy for him, he lays down bringing your form towards his face, your panties ripped by him. His lips find your clit sucking on it, as you shudder.
“Loki!” His name a cry, a plea, his tongue laps at the slick, he hums and moans at your taste, your head thrown back in pleasure.
“Look at yourself, Kitten,” You follow what he says, the mirror in front of you showing how your hips arch but also grind down onto his tongue, he adds his fingers, they curve against the spongy spot in combination with with his tongue drawing circles on your clit.
Loki’s eyes watch you above him, he notes the mirrors above, and he moans at the sight of you riding his face and fuck he needs you to ride him as he watches this way. His moans sending waves through you, he’s three fingers in, and you can’t keep your eyes open,
“Fuck, fuck, Loki please, I’m going to—,” You get cut off as Loki moves his fingers over the spot and he blows on your clit, the sensations driving to your second orgasm.
The restrains tug as you thrash a little at his continued movements, clenching your thighs around his face, “Loki, I can’t—,”
“Look at you, so pretty, so fucking sweet, Kitten.” He’s moved, kneeling in front of you, drawing your lips onto his, your taste on his tongue, he moans into the kiss.
he pulls away, breathless, you see how his lips are kiss bitten, your walls clench when he puts his thumb over your bottom lip to trace over it.
You feel his length slide over your slit, he moves his hips, still teasing you,
“Fuck Loki, stop, teasing please.” You almost roll your eyes at his movements, tugging at the restraints.
“I will.” He assures, turning you, the ropes tug at your skin adding to the please, he slams into you, both hands on your breasts as he rolls your nipples between his fingers, the sounds of your skin against each other, echo through the room, Loki tugs on your earlobe as your head leans against his shoulder, moaning his name.
He pauses his movements, not taking himself from you a slow grind of his hips, still having you shudder around him.
Loki raises a hand, undoing the restrains and you feel yourself fall forward, Loki’s arm preventing your fall, your arms ache, in sweet pain as he beings picking up his pace, his free hand reaching to your sensitive clit, circling his finger over it, you feel the familiar heat building in your belly.
Your arms encircle Loki’s as your nails dig into his flesh, your name a spell on his lips, repeating over and over, he brings you to your brink, your jaw goes slack as your body tightens before you feel the free fall,
“Loki, Loki, Loki, Loki.” You chant, Loki’s stomach tightens, as he feels himself cumming inside you, filling you up, he moans your name, fucking you both through the orgasms, breathless, sloppy movements that come to a still, when he goes to move you both you shudder, skin sensitive.
“You alright, Kitten?” Loki brushes your hair from your face, you nod, whimpering at the loss of his fullness.
“A moment kitten,” His lips press to your temple as he lays you down, his eyes land on the small basin and towels near it.
Your daze is awoken by the soft warm cloth against your things, “Lo—,” “Shh, I’m cleaning us up, Kitten show me your hands.”
You slowly move your hands in front, he inspects them, pressing a fresh warm cloth to them, soothing the rope burn.
You watch with half lidded eyes as he cleans himself and then lays next to you, pulling you into his arms.
“That was…” You try to describe the appropriate adjective.
“Mind blowing?” Loki offers laughing at your eager agreement.
“So does it answer your question?” Loki asks, reminding you of why you both were outside the entryway of where the Room of Requirement lay.
“I mean it isn’t a sex swing but I guess this qualifies?” You laugh as he pulls you close, his hair tickling your neck.
“Room of Requirement.” Loki laughs with you, pressing a soft kiss against your lips, humming in content as your fingers brush over his scalp, tangling in his hair.