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lokis-dark-queen · 5 months

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In more ways than one 🫢😳

Aprons

(Loki/Fem Reader Smut)

Summary: Your blissful baking is rudely interrupted by your husband. He just can’t help himself when you’re in an apron.

Warnings/notes: SMUT 18+ Kitchen sex, Husband Loki, Oral (F receiving), Unprotected sex, Loki talks you through it, no plot only porn, if you read the whole thing you get a lil treat at the end.

WC: 3.3k

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The scent of spice and pumpkin filled the open kitchen of your humble home. Your body swayed slightly to the sound of the music playing softly in the background. You were in a state of calm, peace comforted your soul. All of your worries were put off for now. The dirty laundry in the hamper wasn’t constantly eating you, although it probably would later. However, for now, it was just you and the warm, welcoming feeling of your kitchen.

After the dry ingredients were finally whisked together, you started cracking the eggs into the mixing bowl. You were so focused on your task that you didn’t notice your husband, Loki, entering the kitchen behind you. He quietly observed your movements, admiring your cluelessness of his presence. His eyes ran down your body as he watched you. His jaw clenched as he noticed the apron that beautifully complemented your figure. Your waist was beautifully accentuated by the tie that rested on the small of your back. Loki’s innocent admiration turned into a lustful need for you.

Loki took slow, calculated steps toward you. Your eyes focused on the task at hand, which was currently mixing in your dry ingredients with the wet ones as the mixer slowly blended them together. You could feel Loki’s presence just before he rested his hands on your waist. Sneaking up on you in the comfort of your shared home was a frequent pastime for him. Loki could never stop being mischievous, and you would never try to stop him from being himself. He placed a soft kiss on your temple before looking over your shoulder to observe your baking.

“What are you making?” He asks.

“A pumpkin chai spice cake.” You smile, melting into his hands.

“Of course.” Loki laughs slightly, knowing your taste too well, “How is it coming along?”

“Beautifully, I just need to finish mixing the dry mix in and let it mix for a few minutes, then it can go into the cake pans and then the oven!” You speak with an excited pep in your voice that caused Loki’s heart to skip a beat, even after all these years.

“Is there anything I can do to help? Or would I throw off your rhythm?” He teases, referring to your subtle dancing earlier.

Your cheeks flush a slight pink, you thought you were alone when you were doing that.

“N-no, it's almost done anyway, just go relax and help me eat it all when it is done.” You smirk at him playfully.

“And let you do all the work? Darling, you know that is not my style.” He flirts, suggesting something more.

You finish combining all of your ingredients before allowing the mixer to do its job. Carefully, you turn to your husband to look him in those gorgeous eyes. When your eyes meet his, you find that they are filled with lust. His body radiated pure sex as he pulled your body flush with his.

“Y’know…” He pauses, fidgeting with the neat bow that is tied behind your back, “I just can’t help myself when you wear those cute little aprons. They drive me insane with the way they hug your luscious body.”

You could feel his erection that was forming underneath his loose lounge pants. His smell dominated your nostrils as it mixed beautifully with the spices that were currently mixing. His grip on your waist tightened, his head dipping down to kiss your neck. You let out a gasp as he nipped at the spot he knew was ticklish. Every time he claimed your body, he studied it as if his life depended on it. With just a look and a singular finger, he could bring you to your knees with tears of pleasure in your eyes.

“Hmmm…” You moaned and smiled with every touch of his lips to your warm skin. “Maybe you would like it if I wore this and nothing else?” You suggest.

Loki groaned and pinned your hips against the edge of the counter with his own. His hand ran down your back, taking a handful of your ass before gripping your thigh and hiking it around his hip. Through this position, his sizeable bulge met your clothed clit perfectly, causing you to let out a gasp of excitement. Your body was trapped by his and you couldn't be happier. The ambient noise of the mixer was almost lost in your shared moment of passion. That was until you pulled yourself out of your horny mind to lean over and stop the mixer.

“Loki! I don’t want my batter to be overmixed!” You exclaim as you wiggle out of his embrace to remove the bowl from the stand of the mixer.

Loki groaned, knowing how much you cared for your baking projects. “I apologize my darling. In my defense you are rather… addictive.”

You sigh before taking a beater and giving it to Loki, “Why don’t you lick this clean while I put these in the oven.” You tell him before pouring your mixture into your greased cake pans.

Loki happily begins to lick the batter, giving you a seductive glance before he does so. You knew his tongue worked wonders. And right now, you really wish you were that beater.

After you pop the cakes in the oven, you take the other beater and begin licking at it. It was now your turn to shoot seductive glances as you ran your tongue up and down the beater as if it were the ridges of his cock.

Loki’s beater was licked beyond clean as he placed it in the sink along with the other dirty dishes, to be dealt with later. Now, you had more urgent matters that needed your attention. And that urgent matter was currently glaring at you as if you were his next meal and he was starved.

Slowly and seductively, you licked the beater until no trace of batter remained. Loki leaned up against the kitchen counter across from you. His hands gripped the marble edge behind him, causing his beautiful veins to protrude slightly from under his pale skin. His silken, green lounge pants did nothing to hide his ever growing erection. His tight, cotton tee hugged his waist so perfectly it nearly caused you to drool. Loki was no less than perfect, and in a state of arousal, he was absolutely irresistible.

“Make sure you lick it thoroughly, love, I wouldn’t want you to miss one delicious drop.” He stalks towards you slowly with an unmistakable hunger in his eyes. You knew he could only take so much teasing before he was pushed over a metaphorical edge.

Loki had a certain temper and he only showed it to you. You knew that deep down, underneath that cool, calm, and collected persona that he put on, he was fragile. Every look, every word, and every breath that caused even the slightest sexual suggestion to your husband caused him to tip. And it could end in one of two ways, either with you begging for him with no shame or humility, or with him on his knees doing the same with you standing over him. The latter was certainly more rare, however, it was worth every aching second of teasing.

Tonight, it seemed as if you would be the one begging, and you had no objections to that.

As he approached you, he took the beater from between your fingers and placed it aside. A drop of batter hung at your lips. Loki leaned in and licked it away, humming in content as tasted your creation from the salt of your skin.

“Oh, darling… it tastes even better from the baker herself.” He wrapped his arm around your waist before fully taking your lips with his. The spices from the batter lingered on his tongue. In the midst of the heated kiss, Loki lifted you onto the counter behind you. The tips of his fingers were almost bruising to your thighs.

His lips desperately trail down your jawline in ferocious hunger. His hands are everywhere, your breasts, waist, hips, and thighs were being thoroughly explored as if it were his first time. The truth was that he probably knew your body better than you did. Loki knew every spot that made you whimper out for more.

“Oh, my sweet little baker, did you really think you could keep me from tasting my favorite sweet of all?” He growls, hands reaching for the waistband of your leggings underneath the apron.

“You like the cake that much?” You ask with false innocence.

Loki lets out a breathy chuckle, “Although your creation is undoubtedly delectable, it is your cunt I crave the most.”

Flushed arousal went straight to your core at your husband’s words. His fingers slipped into your leggings, dipping beneath your panties.

“So wet for me already. What a good girl.” His words make you tremble.

“It's for you, it's all for you, Loki” His name came out as a desperate gasp.

His talented fingers circled your clit as his teeth nipped at the tie of the apron behind your neck. His other hand reached to loosen it, causing the material to fall, exposing more of the black tank top that you wore underneath.

“I need to feel every part of you.” He quickens his movements underneath your leggings, your hips moving closer to him in the process.

“But I- I thought you wanted the apron to stay… ah- on-” A complete sentence was hard to achieve at the moment.

“Another time, darling. All I want right now is to feel every inch of your delicious body.” He lightly pushes your chest back so that you are lying down on the counter. Your back arches as Loki pulls your leggings and underwear down and off your form.

The slight ‘thump’ of your discarded leggings hit the wood floor of the kitchen. You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back an excited smile, anticipating what he would do next. Loki folded his body over yours to give you one last kiss before moving down your body and kneeling in front of your open legs. He pulled the bottom half of your apron up to expose your wet pussy to his needy eyes.

“There she is.” He groans in pure desire. His fingers moving up your thighs towards your core.

“Ah- fuck.” You gasp as Loki’s dexterous fingers find their way to your core, dipping inside as his tongue finds your swollen clit.

Loki begins his work as he curls his fingers inside of you, pushing against your sweet spot perfectly. His soft lips suck at your clit. He switches between his tongue and his fingers as they move back and forth between your entrance and your clit. Your trembling body writhes on top of your polished kitchen counters. Loki manipulated your body as if you were the dough and he was the baker, kneading his creation to completion.

Groaning as if he was starved, Loki moved your soft thighs to rest on his strong shoulders. You tightened your thighs around his head and tangled your fingers in his soft, black curls, pushing them back so that they wouldn’t get in the way of his expert tongue and fingers. He moved his head in tandem with his movements. You attempted to sit up slightly to observe him eating you out but his free hand pushed you back down, delving somehow deeper into your cunt. His fingers pumped faster inside of you. The once cold counter was now warm from the heat of your flushed skin. Your remaining pieces of clothing, the black tank top and the partially untied apron, were beginning to feel like uncomfortable barriers, keeping you from feeling every inch of Loki.

Your hips gyrated with his movements as he pushed you closer and closer to your anticipated climax. He was drawing this out and you knew it. Before Loki, you had never met a man who got off on eating pussy this much. Loki, however, lived for it.

“Loki! I’m close- I’m gonna cum-” You panted, pulling on his hair which caused him to release a moan that vibrated through your pussy.

Loki did not bother coming up for air to encourage your orgasm, he only quickened his movements. The entire kitchen faded into nonexistence around you as you came on his tongue and fingers. Loki never stopped as he worked you through your climax until the stimulation became too much. Your thighs loosened around his head as you began to wiggle away from him.

Thankfully, he took the hint and finally raised his head from between your shaking thighs, albeit reluctantly.

“Where did you go my darling?” He asks teasingly before helping you sit up in your dazed state.

“Valhalla, I think.” You giggled.

“That would only be the highest of compliments darling.” He chuckled before kissing you. The taste of your juices lingered on his tongue.

Loki placed more soft kisses on your face and neck as you turned to look at the remaining time on the oven. The last thing you wanted was to burn your hard work due to Loki’s sex drive, which was complimented by your own. Thankfully, there were twenty minutes left, more than enough time to finish what you started.

With a smirk, your hand ran down his torso to the hem of his shirt. Loki allowed you to lift the shirt slowly up his abdomen. Your eyes ran down his toned body, admiring his abs as they rippled with every deep, calculated breath he took.

“How are you always so perfect?” You mumble to yourself.

Loki lets out a bashful laugh, “I guess you haven’t fed me enough cake then.”

You raise the shirt up and over his head with his assistance, “You will always be perfect, no matter how much cake you eat.” You smile, appreciating his bare torso, now exposed to your hungry eyes.

Once his shirt is forgotten and on the floor, your hand ventures lower to the aching tent in his silk sleep pants. You gifted them to him on your anniversary, knowing how little they would hide when he was aroused.

Loki was beginning to run out of patience, you could tell when he snapped his fingers to disintegrate your tank top and apron with his magic.

“Those better be in one piece somewhere.” You give him a glare that is far from intimidating in his eyes.

“They are neatly folded in the bedroom. I suggest you don’t worry yourself.” He grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to him and wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Whatever you say, husband.” His title ran off your tongue like honey.

His hand lowered his waistband and took hold of his throbbing cock. He teased your entrance and ran the head up and down your slit, circling your clit whenever he ran over it.

“Hold on tight, wife.” He growls before breaching your entrance. No matter how many times Loki fucked you, you were always so wet and tight for him. Sex with Loki never gets old.

You shamelessly moan out his name as he immediately begins thrust in and out of your drenched cunt. Loki was far from a quiet lover, he was always right there with you, moaning and gasping your name along with profanities, both in english and norse. Despite being a frost giant, pure warmth radiated from his body as he held you close, as if you were about to be taken from him, as if he would ever let that happen. His thrusts started out slow, calculated, and hard as he took in the moment, appreciating your body as you offered it to him, a sacrifice to your god.

“Loki… more, please.” You moaned out for him, your hands exploring every part of his exposed skin.

“Tell me. Tell me what you need.” He growls in your ear, his teeth ghosting over your sensitive skin causing a shiver to shake your spine.

Loki’s thrusts became even slower to draw out his time with you. Your body was a drug to him, an unbridled weakness for a powerful god.

“Faster,” was all that you were able to mutter. Loki heard you loud and clear, his hands grip your hips possessively as his hips move at a quickened pace.

Your back arched to push your body closer to him. Loki buried his face in the crook of your neck, leaving marks to show that you were his, as if the wedding ring wasn’t enough. He took in your scent, your heat, the salt on your skin from the thin layer of sweat that shone on it. The sound of your skin joining together with every thrust echoed through the kitchen. After he was pleased with his markings, Loki pulled away, allowing you to get a good look at his beautiful face. His cheeks were flushed, those dark, inky locks stuck to his forehead in strands. He was perfect, a bodily vessel truly fit to house the soul of a god.

“You are mine, all mine. Only I can have you like this.” He moaned out as he claimed you.

“Fuck yesss- Loki~” One of your hands held the nape of his neck as the other grasped his bicep.

His thrusts became sloppier as he began to lose his composure. His right hand went to play with your clit to help you get closer to the edge with him.

“Cum for me, I need you to cum on my cock.” His demand sounded more like a plea from his lips that trembled with pleasure.

“I am- fuck baby- I’m gonna cum.” You whine out, your cunt tightened around his cock, spasming with delight as you came for him.

“Fuck! That’s it darling, you’re such a good fucking girl.” He talked you through your high as he was about to reach his. Loki’s ego would always make you cum first.

Loki desperately moaned your name loud and clear and he spilled his cum inside of you. Your entire body, mind, and soul were in the palm of his hand.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute or two, heavy breaths were the only sound that filled the kitchen. Loki’s cock began to soften inside of you, his hand ran up and down your spine. He placed a gentle, loving kiss on your forehead. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to hold him close to you. Being clingy wasn’t an issue if you both did it.

“Are you alright my darling?” He asks, concerned that you haven’t spoken.

“Of course, but I need to start making the icing, and the cakes will be done soon.” You pull away from him, “Can I have my clothes back?” You ask.

Loki laughs softly, pulling himself out of you. He proudly watched his seed leak from your hole. With a snap of his fingers, you are covered in a soft green sweater that fell just under your ass. Loki was still a cheeky bastard, however, and only summoned a pair of black, cotton panties to wear under it.

“Were you too weak to summon pants?” You tease once more.

“No. I just enjoy admiring those lovely legs of yours.” He smirks.

You laugh in amusement before jumping off of the counter to resume your baking.

“Loki?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Can you disinfect the counter thoroughly?” You ask him.

Loki still wore his cocky smirk with pride as he observed the spot on the counter where your coupling took place only a few minutes ago.

“Anything for my sweet baker.” He obeys before going to grab some cleaning supplies.

“Thank you, love.” You smile.

Loki couldn’t help the fact that his heart skipped a beat when you smiled at him, and he knew that it would continue to do so until the end of time.

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Thanks for reading

Sorry I have been so inactive but I am here to announce that my break is officially over! I may be a little rusty so this may have been kinda meh. Thanks to all of my supporters, you guys put the ink in my pen. Let me know if you want to be tagged in future projects! Also here is the recipe for the cake. I have made it myself and it is amazing.

Cake Recipe

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lokis-dark-queen · 5 months

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I always gotta give the readers a little treat. Other than sexy Loki of course ;)