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just him, sidling up next to you, wrapping a protective hand around your waist, shooting dirty looks at the person talking to you. he pulls you to walk with him, voice low and angry.
"were you flirting with them? you were supposed to stay near me."
he spares you an annoyed glance when you hurriedly try to explain that no, you weren't flirting, they had just said something funny, when you're being pushed back against the wall, his lips on yours. almost...tenderly?
he laces his fingers with yours, gripping your hand tightly. he kisses you passionately, sweetly.
you lean into it, letting your arms wrap around his neck and his newly freed hands around your waist.
you think it's just a kiss until his hands slide up, then down, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. you pause, and he pauses, pulling away to look at you.
"are you okay, my dear?" he asks, placing his hands on your waist again.
you stumble over your words. he is almost amused by this, your nervous stuttering, but he has to make sure you're okay with what he's about to do.
"y-yes. i-i've just n-not really d-d-done stuff l-like this before."
loki's eyes widen, and then they darken. "but are you okay with me?"
he trails a hand slowly down your plush thigh. he's always adored your body, always watching you whenever you trained, or when you actually fought someone. you were gorgeous, moving with a grace and power like no one he'd ever known.
he was brought back from his nighttime reverie by you running a hand across his chest, looking up at him.
"yes."
with your consent, you were transported to his room, tucked safely in his strong arms. he kissed you, pressing his lips to your face, your own lips, your neck. he nipped along your jawline, hands on your hips to still them from where you were subconsciously trying to grind against him, whimpering from the slight friction you were receiving.
"does that feel good, little one?" his voice sounded right next to your ear, low and breathy.
you barely responded other than a whimper, cheeks almost aflame. you meant what you said when you'd never done this before. you were nervous.
he slid a hand up your body, palming your breasts as you flushed again, tensing up. your hand flew up to meet his, gripping his wrist as he squeezed lightly.
"l-loki!" you managed to spit out, partly shocked from the way he was touching you.
"yes, dear?"
"p-please. "
"please what? you need to use your words, little one. otherwise, how am i to know what you want?"
"p-please, touch. me. need you."
he went back to groping your breasts, but this time you stopped him, pushing his hands down towards where you wanted-- no, needed-- him most.
his eyes darkened with an emotion you'd never seen before, and suddenly you were flipped over, his hips grinding into you, heavy breaths in your ear.
"darling. may i have you?" his voice sounded strained, like he was holding back. "say the word and i will leave and we shall never speak of this again."
you gripped his arms where they caged you to the bed.
"please." no other words, just a nearly silent beg.
his voice broke with the low groan that escaped, serpentine smile returning to his gorgeous face as he made quick work of your dress, leaving you in a black lace bra and a matching thong.
"you look gorgeous, darling. absolutely stunning." it was more to himself that he spoke, but he murmured quietly about how beautiful you were, how much he wanted to have you right then and there, how lucky he was to be able to touch you like this.
you were whining, melting under his touch while his fingers and lips danced across your soft skin. he rubbed small circles while slowly traveling down to the waistband of your thong.
"may i?"
you nod in response, moaning quietly when he slides his hands beneath your underwear, ghosting over your clit before running his finger up your slit.
"so wet for me, hm?" he questioned, pressing a kiss to your neck. he savored your soft whimper of pleasure in response, the way you clutched at the bedsheets underneath your smaller frame. "all for me." he nipped at your neck, moving down to your collarbone, your chest, pausing to flick his tongue over your hardened nipples. he relished in the noises you made, the sinful cries of pleasure that flooded his senses and made him so impossibly hard it was difficult to him to focus.
"so beautiful." he laved kisses and little love bites over your tummy and the tops of your thighs. he loved the little squeaks and yelps you let out when he bit down particularly hard or when his teeth grazed a spot juuuust right.
"l-loki, please." a long, drawn out whine escaped your throat when he settled his teeth against your inner thigh, leaving a dark bite mark when he let go. he latched onto the other, sucking a hickey into the delicate skin.
"i intend to mark you as mine, my dear. now lay back. allow me to take..care of you."
he spent nearly twenty minutes there, groping, biting, kissing, and sucking hickeys and bruises into your plush thighs, framing his face with them. feeling them go tense and soft, trying to close up on him when he got too close to where you wanted him but were too shy to tell him, and relax when you realised that he'd get what he wanted.
you didn't even feel him get rid of your thong, you just felt him tonguing your slit, licking a flat stripe and then twirling his tongue around your clit. 'so this is why they call him silvertongue,' your half-conscious self thought, gripping onto his hair and calling out his name.
"l-loki, fuck, please." a rising heat was building in your tummy, and you didn't know how to respond. you tried pushing him away, struggling to pull away from the pleasure. he gripped your hips and continued his work, tightening that coil until it snapped and you came.
it felt like the air had been knocked from your lungs, leaving you gasping and dazed. he smoothed your hair back from your face, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead to calm you.
finally pulling enough air back into your lungs, you collapsed from your tense state and stared into his jade eyes. he kissed you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
it was a silent question floating on the air between you two, a question of whether or not you trusted him enough. a slight nod was all the confirmation he needed.
in a flash of green, his suit was gone. so was everything else on his body. his cock rubbed against your thigh while he kissed you, distracting you from thinking about the pain you'd feel from the stretch.
he used one hand to guide himself into you, the other planted firmly next to your head. he felt you trembling and whining with the slight pain.
"are you okay, my love? do we need to stop?" he asked, pushing hair out of your face.
he was met with you frantically shaking your head no, practically crying for him to continue. "no, please. i need you. loki. please."
"well i can't say no to that, can i?"
he braced his hands on either side of your head and thrusts up into you, forcing a breathless moan from your lips. "oh, fuck. please."
loki's response was a harder thrust and a low moan, finding a rhythm he could fuck you comfortably in. his head lowered, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your eyes rolled back.
"oh, good girl. my good girl. you're so tight, you feel so good, my dear." his voice trailed off into a long moan feeling you clench around him. "oh, oh."
his hips cant up into you, stuttering and letting you know that he was close. the loud whines and cries coming from him were only edging you closer- and closer,- and-
you came with a loud cry of "loki!" and gripped onto his back, digging your nails in. it triggered his orgasm, thrusting forward and repeating your name like a mantra.
he collapsed off to the side, easing his cock out of you. he was in no way tired, but your beautiful eyes were beginning to drift closed.
he placed a smattering of kisses around your neck, jawline, and cheek. "sleep, my dear. you did so well."
you sleepily mumbled "love you."
he flushed harder than he had at any point in the night.
"i love you too."