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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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A Touch of Sentiment: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader]

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (7) You're catching feelings in your secret relationship, and slow morning sex with no interruptions sounds like an amazing idea. Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. PV Sex. Oral Sex. Language. Brief cum-play. Kinda fluffy. Very (very) mild angst. (w/c 2.5k)

- You woke on your side with a jolt, an elbow jamming backwards to meet hard, warm flesh. A muffled 'ooof' floated over your shoulder - a stark reminder that you were in the god of mischief’s bed. “I’m sorry” you mumbled sleepily as his face nestled deeper into your neck. “...habit.” “You wake often with a man’s arms wrapped around you? How interesting.” Loki murmured groggily. Even at this hour, he was smug so and so. “Quite the opposite, threat awareness...” you mumbled, willing him to let you go back to sleep. The combination of last night’s activities did not make for an early start. It was barely light outside. “Who says I’m not a threat?” he murmured darkly, his hand sliding from your waist to gently cup your naked breast. You sighed contentedly, letting him play with your hardening nipple under the sheets. This was nice. It was normal. All things considered.

You snuggled back against his chest, moulding every inch of available skin to his long frame. Your knees bent to intertwine his own, shuffling your ass back to slot against his warm crotch as Loki tightened his arm around you. It was easy to forget that this was a potentially dangerous man, god...being, whatever he was. The power flowing through his veins was eternal and mythical and yet here he was, gently running a poised fingertip back and forth over the dip in your collarbone. He inhaled against your tangled hair, releasing a soft moan on the exhale as his fingers trailed your curves. You stiffened against his touch, the skin of your back pressing tantalisingly into an expanse of firm chest muscles. “Are you alright?” he murmured, concern lacing his voice. It was even deeper than usual first thing in the morning. You nodded, holding back a question that wasn’t quite ready to be asked. Loki shifted beside you, propping himself up on his elbow. The movement freed his hardened cock from its hiding place, bouncing effortlessly to sit between the curves of your ass. A hand slid up your bare arm, ghosting your skin as he placed a long kiss on your shoulder. “You look beautiful in the morning, you know…” he whispered, the words vibrating against your skin. You shuffled to lie on your back, angling so you were lying directly under his gaze. He was so handsome. It seemed that every time you looked at him, you noticed something new to obsess over. You decided today it would be his eyelashes; each dark, defined, a perfect fan against his luminescent skin. Loki’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he searched your own, wondering what you were thinking, no doubt. “May I kiss you, Y/N?” he whispered, one long finger trailing across your cheekbone. You nodded. He hadn’t asked you that since the night you first slept together. Well, had sex in the kit room. His lips met yours, waxing and waning softly as his tongue gently pressed for entry. You melted into the pillow behind your head, letting the poetry of his movements caress inside your mouth, tasting him endlessly. It was slow, romantic. You never wanted it to end.

Loki drew away with care, his thumb sliding along your jaw before lightly brushing your lips. His eyebrows raised questioningly, the familiar flicker of his smile an invitation. You nodded again, your heart fluttering as his hand travelled beneath the sheets. Wordlessly you spread your legs further apart, raising your knees as his fingers drew between your sticky folds. A small whine escaped your lips as he massaged your clit gently, watching creases appear on your forehead as you keened softly into his touch. “Do you have something you wish to tell me, Y/N? Or do I need to draw it out of you?” he murmured coyly, dipping the edge of a finger gently inside your core. “Loki don’t...please.” you sighed. You weren’t in the mood for his games. “Not in the mood for games, darling?” he muttered knowingly, manoeuvring his impressive figure to kneel on the bed. You shook your head. The bedsheets draped loosely around his hips as he rose, the muscles of his thighs deepening as those thick knees sank into the mattress. His heavy cock stood proudly, the velvet skin looking ridiculously moreish in the faint morning light. He edged over to position himself between your raised legs, his hands sliding down the soft flesh of your thighs, brow furrowed with sincerity. “Tell me what you need, Y/N" he murmured with all the gravitas of his regal station, "If it is within my power to grant it, I shall.” You reached forward to cup his face with your palm, the smooth otherworldliness of his skin like silk, “How about a touch of sentiment?” His frown deepened, confusion clouding his features. “Sentiment?” he repeated, “I thought I was doing rather well, considering I am not exactly known for-” You pressed a finger to his lips as he tried to continue talking beneath it, arguing his case.

“I know…” you said softly, “And I loved it. It was...nice.” The creases in his brow softened, his eyes widening as you smiled gently. You leaned up to kiss him, sliding your hands from his shoulders to wind through his hair as he let out a low moan into your open mouth. His hands slid further down your thighs, pressing you to the bed. “Sentiment...” he murmured thoughtfully to himself, kissing down your neck as you arched your back against his touch. The weight of his body against yours was incomparable, the heat of his legend misting from him like vapour. “I want you, Loki…” you whispered solemnly, not knowing whether you wished he understood the double meaning of your words. You wanted him, alright. All of him. Tendrils of his hair brushed over your cheeks as he reached down between his legs, lining himself up at your entrance before his gaze raised to yours. Those beautiful eyes were luminous in the light, flecks of gold swimming in saturated green and blue as he edged forward. You moaned as the tip of his thick cock squeezed inside you, bottoming out slowly; Loki’s forehead meeting yours. He stilled, letting your body acclimatise to his girth, kissing you with that exquisitely gentle passion. Your hands ran over his back, feeling every muscle that rippled under his firm skin as you pulled him closer with your legs wrapped around his hips.

“You want me to make love to you, darling?” he whispered seductively, the timbre of his voice layered on those perfect words making your pussy tighten involuntarily. He chuckled quietly. “I see…” he murmured, beginning to slowly gyrate his hips against your core, “I’ll take care of you my lovely one, never fear.” Your hips raised to meet him. His pelvis tugged your mound, making your clit graze his skin gratefully with every careful thrust. That perfect manhood travelled each inch of your channel with devastating precision, hitting every soft crevice of pleasure. Low moans flew on breathy pants from your lips as your eyes fixed on his, the intensity of his gentle gaze flickering with lustful energy as his chest rose and fell, controlling his breaths, controlling himself. He dipped to kiss you again, his fingers brushing against your nipple sending new jolts of bliss through your body. Loki worked his lips down to the base of your neck, the syllables of your name dripping from his tongue like nectar as he marked you tenderly with gentle sucks. They wouldn’t bruise. The soft moans from his throat made you writhe beneath him, the unrelenting pressure of his heavenly cock filling you making you squirm against the sheets under the sounds of his pleasure. “Loki I –I...” you moaned, stopping yourself. Were you really about to say that you lov-? You gasped as he gently rolled to the side, sliding your body to meet his in sideways embrace. He gracefully pulled your leg over his hip, teasing his cock back inside you with a gentle grunt of relief. Loki’s lips met yours again, pulling your bodies flush together as he circled his hips, feeling every aching part of you. “May I sentimentally remark that your breasts look phenomenal in this position, darling...” he groaned, casting a lingering look at your cleavage pressed against his chest. You giggled as his hand slid over your waist, the tips of his fingers digging gently into the firm flesh. “Uhhhh Y/N…” he groaned softly, his eyelids fluttering shut as you squeezed against his cock, “you’re perfect...you feel so…you’re so...perfect.” You swelled with pride, sliding yourself along his horizontal length with gentle thrusts as he became increasingly undone beneath your touch. Through deep kisses, you reached one hand behind your raised thigh to slide a finger firmly against the exposed skin of his cock not buried inside you. He hissed, releasing a loud moan as his eyes flew open in surprise. “Does that feel good, baby?” you murmured, rubbing the finger in time with the rhythmic pulsing of your hips. A jumbled mess of sounds came in response, straining his neck as his brow creased in pleasure. “Gods, Y/N…it’s too much...uhhhh, I’m going to…” Your tongue slipped into his mouth, swallowing his groans of complaint as you slowly fucked him, enjoying every second. You wanted him to unravel -on your terms. “I want you to come inside me, Loki...I want to hear you moan my name baby, I want to make you feel good” you whispered prettily in his ear, whines of approval escaping his lips as he gripped your hip, maintaining the gentle pace. “Can you do that for me?”

He opened his eyes, confusion clouding his gaze, “Darling you haven’t...are you sure? This is very unorthodox...” he muttered as you nodded, increasing the pressure of your finger. His lips parted, placid cries of pleasure rumbling within him as he gently rolled towards his peak. The muscles of his jaw were clenched with effort, still hanging on to the last vestige of his resistance. “That’s it Loki...let go for me...” you murmured, clenching around his cock tightly as his thrusts became erratic, “I love--that...” you whispered. His eyes fluttered shut as his hips juddered, “yes baby, I love that…” you moaned, enjoyed the sound of the forbidden word on your lips as he reached his crescendo. “Y/N... I…ohhh...godsssss” he groaned darkly, before crashing his lips to yours in an animalistic kiss. He continued to gyrate inside you, riding the ebbing throes of his orgasm as he panted against your cheek, strands of hair fallen across his brow. Loki stilled, sliding his hand up your waist as his breaths evened. His heart was pounding against your palm. You watched the lines in his forehead smooth, settling your cheek against the pillow as you re-adjusted your leg on his thigh. “Explain to me Y/N…” he said through heavy breaths, “why that was so incredible...” You raised your eyebrows, his words more of a statement than a question. “Sentiment?” you postured, watching his mouth twitch with amusement. “Perhaps” he chuckled as he rose to encase you under his thick torso, glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. “But whatever your ill-advised intentions through sexual martyrdom, I simply cannot allow it” he growled softly, raising your calf to his lips as he moved backwards on the bed. “I must ensure my lover is satisfied, those are the rules, darling…” he murmured as you widened your legs, your pussy dripping with his fresh seed. Loki smoothed his hands through his hair, his triceps flexing maddeningly as his torso stretched, thighs spread as he knelt before you. His hands ran up your calves, dipping to kiss up each thigh in turn as you fell back to the pillow with a happy groan of anticipation.

His tongue swirled slowly around your sensitive slit, taking his time as you moaned his name. The sight of Loki between your legs would never get old. Never. He licked a thick stripe upward, pausing to ensure you saw him swallow the cum he had so graciously bestowed moments before. He winked, before lowering to suck at your wet lips. The feeling of his tongue lapping gently in just the right places never failed to drive you to the edge of sanity. The soft massage of his hands against your muscles as he worked you was pure bliss, every nerve in your body fizzling with pleasure. Your arms stretched to grip the sheets by your sides, grasping against the cotton before his hands found yours. His brow was furrowed with desire, the rhythm of his tongue building a cliff which you would be thrown from at any moment. Muffled moans rumbled from his throat as he pleasured you, god he was so good at this. You squeezed his hands, a wordless warning as your moans grew sharper; his name fell from your lips as your back arched against the workings of his open mouth. With a final moan you came, a hand flying to tangle in his hair as he lapped your arousal gently, savouring his prize.

He climbed slowly up your body, placing a gentle kiss on your open lips before falling to the side with a soft thump against the mattress. You turned, sliding a hand over his chest as he gazed at you fondly, “Loki..I... wanted to ask you something, I-” Knock Knock Loki rolled his eyes, swinging his legs to the floor with a deep sigh. “Hold that thought, darling” he muttered, conjuring a deep emerald robe to cover that delicious body as you heard him pad towards the door around the corner. You stretched happily, snuggling into his pillow and inhaling deeply. The perfect morning, that’s what this was. “What in nine hels are you talking about? Oh, this is absurd…” Loki scoffed from the open door. You raised your head, trying to hear the conversation with the unwelcome visitor. You checked your phone, 06.47am. “Security threat? What a load of self-aggrandising hogwash. There will be mutiny in the ranks, mark my words...fine, fine…” The door slammed before Loki’s heavy strides began their return to the bedroom. The sound of boots hitting the wood. He’d dressed. You sighed in frustration, burying your face in the pillow beneath you. “No time for theatrics, darling.” Loki said, his leather tunic swirling around his knees; throwing you the go-bag you had mercifully stored for an occasion such as this. “Our misguided Captain Rogers has called an ‘emergency’ meeting. Mandatory assembly, apparently. Ten minutes.” You huffed as you pulled yourself out of bed, rummaging in the bag for the essentials. “Did they say what it’s about? He knows this is everyone’s day off from the 7am...it must be important, Loki” you said with a worried frown. “Banner suspects it is regarding a threat identified in the garage, pet…” Loki smirked, watching your eyes widen. You stood clutching your fresh panties to your chest, waves of panic rising in your belly. “Loki we had sex. On his car. You don’t think he...oh god, what...what else could it be?” “His prize car, darling...” he corrected, handing you a t-shirt from the bag at his feet “...and I know not of the specifics” Loki chuckled, “but I suspect we are about to find out.” -

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ryqoshay · 4 years

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How to Handle a Nico - Sunscreen

Primary Pairing: NicoMaki Words: ~1.8k Rating: T’ish? Time Frame: Summer break of Maki’s 2nd year of high school and Nico’s 1st year of college. Story Arc: "Beach Reunion" Sunscreen The No. 1 Masseuse in the Universe

Author’s Note: “Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97: Wear sunscreen.” - Mary Schmich

Sorry, couldn’t help that; it remains one of my favorite inspirational things and I listen to Baz Luhrmann’s version of it when I’m feeling down.

In any case, neither Nico nor Maki are of the class of ‘97, but they nonetheless know the importance of wearing sunscreen. And that is the topic of this scene, as if the title didn’t give that away already.

ARISEfan1: SUMMER REUNION TIME!!!

ARISEfan1: lets go to the beach!

NyaCat: the beach!

ARISEfan1: lets go swimming!

NyaCat: lets play volleyball!

LittleBirb: Let’s have a water gun fight!

ARISEfan1: no training allowed!

SonodaUmi: I didn’t say anything about training…

ARISEfan1: but i bet you were gonna!

RiceQueen: I’d like to split a watermelon

Niconii: That’s if I let you!

Elichika: We’re not recreating our PV, Nico

Niconii: Well why not?

Niconii: That was fun!

NishikinoMaki: You’re just saying that because you were the center

Niconii: That’s not true!

Niconii: And you know it, Maki-chan

Niconii: Nico knows how much fun Maki-chan had

Niconii: Nico also knows Maki-chan keeps those sunglasses as a memento

NishikinoMaki: Yes I still have them

NishikinoMaki: So what?

NishikinoMaki: You want to fight about it?

Elichika: Please don’t

Elichika: At least not in the main chatroom

SpiritualPower: Exactly. If you’re going to flirt, you should do so in person

NishikinoMaki: We’re not flirting!

Niconii: We’re not flirting!

Niconii: Geez, Nozomi

Niconii: Anyway, we could have fireworks again

NyaCat: fireworks nya!

ARISEfan1: fireworks!

SpiritualPower: Or we could sulk off to the side with a book

NishikinoMaki: What the heck?

NishikinoMaki: I wasn’t sulking then!

SpiritualPower: Oh?

SpiritualPower: I don’t recall saying you were, Maki-chan

Elichika: Nozomi…

ARISEfan1: ne makichan

ARISEfan1: can we us your vacation home again?

SonodaUmi: Honoka, we can’t always be asking Maki for such things

NishikinoMaki: Probably

NishikinoMaki: I’ll ask Mama

NishikinoMaki: One moment

NishikinoMaki: She said it’s fine

Niconii: That was quick

ARISEfan1: Woo!

Elichika: Even us?

NishikinoMaki: Of course you and Nozomi and Nico-chan

NishikinoMaki: It wouldn’t be much of a µ’s reunion without you

ARISEfan1: exactly!

ARISEfan1: we need everyone together!

ARISEfan1: µ’s beach reunion start!

“What’s wrong, Maki-chan?” Nico asked the redhead displaying a sour expression as she rummaged through her bag.

The group had arrived at the vacation home not too long ago and Honoka immediately insisted everyone change and head to the beach. So here they were, already listening to the waves on the shore and feeling the fresh breeze coming in from the sea. Umbrellas and chairs were being set up, as was a net for volleyball, but the redhead seemed preoccupied with something not directly involved with the rest of the group; as per usual.

“I can’t…” Maki replied, opening another area.

“You can’t…?”

“I… ughn…” Maki growled as she rezipped the pocket. “I can’t find my sunscreen.”

“I guess it can’t be helped.” Nico sighed. “Nico will let you use hers.”

“Really?” The younger girl looked up, all traces of frustration already evaporating. “Thanks, Nico-chan.”

By the gods, she’s cute. Nico willed her heart not to leap out of her chest at the sight of the sparkling violet eyes. And to avoid being too blatant in her reaction, she quickly switched to teasing mode. “But only under one condition.”

“Huh?”

“Nico will apply it for Maki-chan.”

“Alrigh… Eh?” Suddenly, Maki’s eyes widened and she recoiled. “Buweehh?! A-A-All of… of… uwehhh…” She sputtered, looking down at herself as her cheeks flared a brilliant crimson.

Nico couldn’t help letting her own gaze be drawn along. Oh… “Y-You’re back!” She quickly corrected. “Just your back! Maki-chan is certainly capable of applying it to her arms and legs and such, but one’s own back is hard to reach. And an idol’s skin is an important asset, so she has to ensure proper protection. And Nico is offering her services for that. Maki-chan should be grateful.”

Still blushing, Maki managed a fairly convincing deadpan glare at Nico and reached for the bottle. She then flipped the cap and squeezed some into her palm before beginning to apply it to her arm. For her part, Nico watched quietly as Maki finished her arms and moved to her shoulders. Then her clavicle, neck and down…

Nico swallowed. Oh gods, don’t stare. She quickly averted her gaze. After what felt like an appropriate amount of time, she glanced back at the other girl. Maki was sitting in an awkward position, utilizing none of the flexibility she had earned through her school idol training as she spread sunscreen up her calves, thighs and… Damn… Nico had to look away again.

“Here.” Maki stated a few moments later.

“Thanks.” Nico replied, finding a bottle being held out toward her. “Now turn around.”

“Mmm…” Maki hummed, doing as instructed, but then lay down on her towel.

Holy… Nico swallowed again as she took in the sight before her. It felt like it had been forever since last she had seen Maki in a swimsuit, or anything form fitting or anywhere near this revealing. And while she hadn’t forgotten, seeing her again, this close and about to… She was really going to do this, wasn’t she?

“Nico-chan?” Maki propped herself up on her elbows and glanced back at the older girl.

“Sorry, one sec.” Nico quickly upturned the bottle and squeezed some lotion into her hand.

Maki raised an eyebrow but remained quiet for a moment before turning back away.

Nico closed her eyes and took one more second to mentally prepare herself before reaching forward to…

“Kyaa!” Maki’s shoulders scrunched up as soon as contact was made.

“Relax, Maki-chan.” Nico soothed. Yes. You relax too, Nico. It’s no big deal. It’s just sunscreen… on Maki-chan’s back… and… oh gods…

“Your hands are cold.” The redhead complained.

“Sorry.” The raven-haired girl replied. They’ll be warm in moment… She added silently, feeling her heart pound as it sent blood and heat thundering through her veins. “Hmm…”

“Mmm?”

“Maki-chan has really smooth skin…” Jeez, don’t just leave it at that! She’ll get the wrong idea! “You’ve obviously been taking good care of it.”

“Of course. Isn’t Nico-chan the one who is always saying this and that about idols and their skin and hair and whatnot?”

“You’ve been listening.” Nico couldn’t help feeling a bit of pride as she moved her hands down.

“Well, ye…”

Maki moaned.

Nico froze.

Maki’s hands flew to her mouth.

Nico yanked her hands away from Maki’s waist as though from a scalding stove before glancing around to see if anyone else had heard. Immediately, she spotted Nozomi smirking at her. Damn. Of course, it would be her. Of course. Why would the fates allow it to be anyone else? Or nobody, for that matter? Nico began dreading the teasing that would inevitably come.

“M-Maki-chan” Nico tried to break the mounting tension “I’m just applying sunscreen, not giving you a deep tissue massage.”

“…” Though Nico couldn’t see, there was little doubt in her mind that Maki’s cheeks matched her hair at that moment.

“But if Maki-chan insists,” Nico continued in a singsong voice that felt more forced than she hoped it sounded “Nico is the No.1 Masseuse in the Universe, so she’s willing to offer a super special Nico-nii massage. And at the low, low price of one tutoring session from the super smart Maki-chan.”

“… Idiot…” Maki muttered, her face still buried in her towel, though her shoulders started to relax a bit.

“You like it.”

“… Maybe…”

“Anyway,” Nico said, applying more sunscreen to her hands before placing them once again on the other girl’s back “the offer is open. Maki-chan has obviously been spending far too much time hunched over her books as she studies for cram school.”

“But…”

“Nico can feel it in the knots Maki-chan is getting from the combined stress and bad posture.” Nico already knew at least half of the excuses the younger girl might have offered had she not cut her off. “And since Nico knows Maki-chan is not going to change her study habits anytime soon, the least she can do is help ease a bit of this stiffness.” She emphasized the point by pushing at one of the knots, earning a hiss from Maki.

“… Alright…”

“And that should do it.”

“Thanks, Nico-chan.” Maki said, pushing herself up to sit onto her knees. “Do you, uhm, want me to do you?” She shook her head. “You’re back, I mean?”

Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! “Sure.”

Maki gave a nod, scooted off the towel and motioned for Nico to take her place.

“One sec.” Nico held out her hand to prevent the other girl from taking the sunscreen. “Let me get my arms and stuff first.”

“Alright.”

Nico couldn’t help being keenly aware of Maki’s gaze as she began applying the lotion to herself. Was Maki staring because she liked what she saw or because she had no interest and couldn’t be bothered to expend the energy to look away? The fact that Maki’s blush from earlier hadn’t fully faded made it that much harder to tell if it was current or merely a carryover from earlier. Part of Nico wanted to give in to her self-consciousness and turn away, but the other half wanted to show off to someone she truly wished would find her attractive.

Finally, she finished and took her place on the towel.

“Ah! Maki-chan’s hands are cold.” Nico complained as soon as she felt the other girl’s fingers on her back.

“No they aren’t.” Maki stated flatly.

“And no comment about Nico’s super smooth skin?”

“No.”

“Well, I guess Maki-chan’s hands are warmer than the rest of her.”

Maki merely growled in return but continued spreading the sunscreen.

And by the gods did it feel fantastic. Nico knew exactly why Maki had made such a noise earlier as she held one back of her own. She’d never felt this way with anyone else. Her mother was family and her siblings, while anxious to help, were sloppy, at best, in their application. Nico had been rather indifferent when Eli had helped last summer and was wary of Nozomi’s sneak attacks when she had taken the task.

But Maki was on a whole different level. The pianist’s dexterous digits diligently dispersed the cream evenly in a manner that made Nico wonder what else the girl could do with those fingers. Perhaps she should rethink her massage price and charge one in return instead of tutoring.

Had Maki ever given a massage before? Nico suspected she would be quite good, and even if not, she would likely be a quick learner. Because honestly…

“There we go.” Maki’s voice interrupted Nico’s thoughts.

“Already?” Nico heard herself ask.

“Well, yeah, you don’t want me to overapply it, right?”

“No, I’m sorry, I just, never mind.” Nico shook her head as she pushed herself up. “Wait, overapply? You can’t use too much sunscreen, Maki-chan.”

“You can’t?”

“In fact, most people don’t use enough, or forget to reapply it.”

“Reapply?”

“Every two hours.” Nico confirmed. “C’mon, Maki-chan, an idol should know these things.”

“So, we need to do this again in two hours?”

“Yup.”

“… I’d…” Maki reached up to twirl her hair “be alright with that…”

Nico grinned. “Then let’s go have some fun with the others.” She stood quickly before offering her hand to help the other girl up.

“Alright.” Maki replied, taking Nico’s hand.

Author’s Notes Continued in Followup Post

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #How to Handle a Nico #Love Live #fanfic

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