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The Way You Look at Me (Behind Closed Doors) Drives Me Crazy ꩜

f!reader x johnathan breech

teasing, fighting for dominance, semi-public sex, enemies to lovers

2.6k words

Summary:

You and Johnathan hate each other. You love to hate each other. You love to try and prove who hates each other more. Now you have to try and prove how much you hate each other while you’re alone. In a closet. With seven minutes.

Johnathan Breech was the party type. In fact, he never missed one. Especially when Toby planned events outside of the institution. Despite this, he still found himself sitting in the stolen car he was using as it idled across the street of the large house party. He grazed a cigarette across his lips before holding it between them, delicately.

“Fuck,” He breathed out as his hands patted his empty pockets in search of a lighter. He rolled his eyes, as if to snark at the nonexistent force that was pushing him to go inside. Johnathan tucked the unlit cigarette behind his ear and threw himself out of the van, not pausing before forcing himself to stride in.

People he recognized, and also a few he didn’t, greeted him as he made his way up the front yard. He tried to avoid interaction when it wasn’t who he wanted. Dull, colored LED lights flashed faintly through the house as he wandered, still not seeing the face he was searching for. As he made it to the kitchen, he scooped up a drink inside a solo cup - which might have been used already - as if that bothered him. After taking a few drinks he began to feel the tingle, and put his unlit cigarette back in his mouth.

It dangled there as he walked through nearly the entire house, chatting briefly with a few friends before entering the backyard through the sliding door. An adequately sized pool took up the majority of the yard, aside from the large patio. People were swimming, and a few couples were making out in the adjacent hot tub. He looked away, flushed.

Johnathan started to contemplate leaving early, until he heard a lighter flicker on behind him.

“Did you need a light? Or were you planning on walking around like that for the entire night?” Your sultry voice sounded over his shoulder, and he turned almost too quickly to hide his intrigue.

Without replying, Johnathan smirked sarcastically and leaned forward, pursing his lips to push the cigarette forward. You lifted a brow, and held your hand out and around the end of the cig, holding the flame to it. Johnathan took a swift puff and brought the cigarette down between his fingers.

He didn’t bother to turn away as the smoke seeped through his lips, a sharp exhale through his nose sending the smoke into your face. “Your face isn’t one I was expecting, sweetheart.” Johnathan finally said as a way of greeting. He was lying, though, as if your face wasn’t the one he looked for with every head that turned. As if it wasn’t there when he closed his eyes, alone, doing things himself that he wished were being done by you instead. As if he didn’t imagine your face underneath him, as if -

“Flustered?”

Johnathan blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“You got lost there for a second. Face is red.” You took the cigarette from between Johnathan’s fingers, your touch lingering for a moment longer than normal. You took a long inhale. “I get that reaction a lot.” Smoke blew from your smile after you spoke, burning Johnathan’s eyes.

Johnathan’s nostrils flared, and he pulled his mouth into a one-sided grin. “Nah,” He drawls, taking the cigarette back from you. “Just looking at Rachel over there.” The smoke burned idly between his lips as he put a hand up to rub his neck. “The sweat on her chest,” He said, faintly, his gaze slowly following yours as you turned to look at Rachel. The jealousy that filled your expression made Johnathan’s blood roar.

Johnathan tapped the cig to his side. “Come on.” Taunting words shot at you. “You’ve never looked at Rachel and thought about things?”

“You’re into Rachel?” You turned back, seeming to have shuddered down your previous rage driven jealousy. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll cut you?” Your tone was innocent, but Johnathan saw the way you stood. The way your neck was left open to him, how you subconsciously leaned towards him.

Johnathan loved it.

“If she can make me cum,” The widened eyes that looked back at Johnathan sent a chill down his spine, goosebumps prickling over his body. “Then why not?” He held eye contact as he blew smoke from his nose.

Satisfaction spread through Johnathan as he watched you struggle to respond. “I suppose so.” You managed, rubbing a thumb against your bottom lip. Johnathan wanted to bite at it.

Their eye-fucking was cut short as the party’s host, Toby, walked up to the pair. “Hey, you two,” His voice was sweet, but Johnathan couldn’t help but be disappointed at your crossfire being ended. “I’m getting some closer friends to come downstairs. We’re playing seven minutes in heaven.” Toby’s pointer finger pressed against his smiling lips in a hush-hush manner as he hurried back inside - but not before walking up to Rachel, undoubtedly inviting her to the same event.

Suddenly, Johnathan wasn’t so disappointed.

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The group was moderately sized, maybe fourteen of them, and Johnathan made sure to split from you to sit across from you. So he could look you in the eye, so he could make sure you knew he was thinking about you in that closet.

Which he was. The total darkness, aside a faint glow from beneath the door. The way you’d only be able to see the highlights of one another’s faces. The crampedness of the space, how he could be so close and have you against that wall. It was probably small enough to force one another’s knees between the other’s. He’d rub against your knees. Or the other way around. Johnathan could see you being whiny like that.

After a final person walked down the stairs, Toby clasped his hands together, and turned to grab an empty Guinness can. The large circle of participants didn’t quite fill the large basement, but there were a few non-players on the sectional, observing. One of them was Rachel.

“Okay, I’ll just spin the can this first time.” Toby began, kneeling down in one of the gaps between people. “So I’ll spin twice, the two people it lands on will go in the closet. Bottle cap side. Seven minutes. Got it?” Scattered confirmations went about, and Johnathan caught you staring. Johnathan winked.

Toby’s hair fell off his ear as he leaned forward, centering the can in the middle of the half par circle. He gave it a strong spin, its speed slowing after several seconds. It slowed. It neared Johnathan. He hadn’t expected to be first, but nonetheless the bottle stopped completely; nozzle staring down his middle. A few people “oohed” as Toby laughed and reached for the can again. Then, to Johnathan’s surprise, and to your utter fury, Rachel got up from the couch and squished herself into the circle.

Johnathan didn’t actually want to get off with Rachel, as much as you thought he did. But, Johnathan could get off on your jealousy alone. He had to concentrate on not displaying it, actually.

And the look on your face.

God, Johnathan loved it.

Your stare on Rachel, then the slow turn to Johnathan that followed made his mouth water. The can began spinning, and he started getting excited.

Then it slowed, slipping slightly on the carpet. It got closer to Rachel, everyone’s neck arching as they awaited the final answer. Rachel had joined the circle simply for her chance with Johnathan, but alas, the can paid that fact no mind as it swept past Rachel.

It settled on you.

Johnathan bit down his tongue to stop himself from smiling. His mind was already running rampant, and he shifted to stop an erection from forming. You looked the same way.

Toby cackled, clapping twice before standing and walking over to the closet door. Likely because he had feelings for Rachel. There was enough room for you two to kneel and face each other, just as Johnathan had guessed. A blanket and a few pillows were scattered in the small room. “I tried to make it comfy,” Toby laughed, a snort coming out. “In case someone accidentally takes longer than seven minutes.”

The pair stood in front of the doorway, and Johnathan could feel heat emanating from the shorter. “Go on!” Toby urged.

Johnathan placed a guiding hand on your lower back. “Yes,” He purred. “Go on.” The group laughed at Johnathan’s bedroom tone, but you didn’t look back nor respond as you slipped in. Johnathan followed close behind.

Then the door was shut, and it was just your breath mingling and the faint light from under the door. Johnathan could smell the cigarette you’d shared in your combined breath, and he could smell the anxiety from you both as well. He’d been cocky out there, but now that you were alone . . . so close.

“Did you really think I’d fuck Rachel?” Johnathan blurted, breaking the silence.

You leaned closer, your noses centimeters apart. “I was thinking a lot about you fucking, Johnathan.” You leaned to the side, so your mouth was just by Johnathan’s ear, and you bit it gently. Johnathan gasped in, almost in a wince, and he gripped your wrist.

Then he lowered it.

To the hem of his shirt, then lazily, your nails grazing his skin beneath, lower. You had come back to face him, your eyes holding each other’s in a lustful stare. He pulled your hand further, to the waist of his jeans. Slightly further - then he pressed down.

Both of your demeanors were undone by the first moan that Johnathan slipped out. The sarcasm Johnathan had been using to maintain dominance left quickly, and Johnathan dropped his head into the crook of your neck as you began rubbing your palm on Johnathan’s hardening groin.

You unzipped Johnathan’s pants, and with your free hand you held the back of Johnathan’s neck gently. “Oh,” Johnathan whimpered, tingling from his spine up to his nose. “Oh fuck.” He nuzzled into your neck as your hand stroked his length, agonizingly slow.

Johnathan pulled you into a kiss, a breath leaving his nose as you began to make out roughly. Johnathan’s left hand pulled at the hair on your nape, whilst the other fumbled with the hem of the sweatpants around your waist. It was easy for Johnathan to slip his hand in and feel the slickness that had made a wet spot on your panties.

Your knees grinded together, and you whined out as Johnathan began rubbing between your folds. You began moving in sync, and Johnathan sat up and pulled you with. Your chests pressed together, and Johnathan pushed your shirt up, freeing a breast. You gasped as his thumb brushed over your nipple, but you didn’t break the kiss.

Johnathan smiles against your mouth, pulling away to breathe. “No bra? Tsk,” he scolds in your ear, one of his fingers sliding inside of you. You breathed a cry as Johnathan began working his fingers inside you, jaw slightly agape as you looked up at him.

“Fuck, my god.” You huffed out, gripping onto Johnathan’s shoulder with your free hand.

“What was that?” Jonathan murmured back, attempting to maintain a calm composure, but he was becoming restless as your hand teased his cock.

You looked into his eyes, brows furrowed. “Fuck,” you got out. “Fuck me. Please.” You whined, grinding against his hand down your pants.

Jonathan growled with eagerness, and he took his hand out of your pants to shove them down to your knees. “Turn around, baby.” You let go of him to flip around, the tight space forcing your bare chest to press against the wall. You felt Johnathan’s breath on your neck, then his hand pushing your underwear aside. “You’re so fucking wet for me.” He says quietly, his hand sliding over your cunt and pressing down on your clit.

You moan breathlessly, grinding back against his hand. He used his other hand to take his cock and press the head gently against your entrance, sliding it around to get it wet. Then, slowly, he began to press inside you, eliciting a sharp inhale from both of you. He brought his hand to your mouth, shoving two fingers inside to keep you quiet; and for you to taste yourself.

You sucked on his fingers, and you hummed on them as he bottomed out. His chest pressed against your back, and you felt him nibble your ear. “Shh.” He hushed you gently as he pulled back once, then pushed back into you. You whined, and he pulled his fingers out to press his hand against your mouth entirely. Jonathan thrusted again, quicker this time, and you squeezed your eyes shut as his tip hit your cervix. A moan was muffled into his hand, and he did the same into your ear, softly. He began going faster, breathing heavily onto your neck with his free arm wrapping around your belly and pressing onto your clit.

You clenched around him, and he moaned sharply from the unexpected squeeze. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby,” he said hoarsley, fastening his pace. A tear slid down your cheek as his cock slid incessantly across the soft spot of your core and tapped against your cervix. He felt so fucking good. Your arousal ran down your legs and his length. With his thumb running circles around your clit, you felt your orgasm building in your belly.

You breathed heavily out of your nose and pried his hand off your mouth, turning slightly to see his face. He was glistening with sweat, and his eyes were closed, mouth open. He opened his eyes to meet yours. “Cum in me, Johnathan.” He whined quietly at the request. “Fill me up baby, and—”

You’re cut short as he takes both his hands and grabs your waist, his fingers pressed roughly into your skin. He pulled you down to meet every thrust, quickening your pace. He leaned forward and you turned to meet his lips, his tongue sliding around your mouth.

You could feel his cock twitching inside you, and this was about to push you over. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Johnathan. I’m gonna . . .” You mumbled, reaching your hand back to touch his face.

“Cum baby. Cum on my cock.” He said, slamming into you. You clenched and came on top of him, and the clench sent him over the edge as he pushed himself in entirely. He held onto you and grabbed your breast, and you felt his ropes of cum spreading inside of you. You both gasped out as you rode it out together. He moved in and out a few more times before slowly pulling out, leaving just your heavy breathing. “Fuck.” He sighed. “You feel so damn good, you know that?” He said, turning you back around.

“You too,” you laughed out, and he kissed you, which caught you by surprise. “Johnathan.” You mumbled against his lips in a sort of questioning manner.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He pulled back and looked down into your eyes. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Your breath mingled as you stared at each other. “Are you . . ?” Your heart hammered in your chest, your cheeks flushing. You never thought Johnathan might like you like this—

“I think I love you. I think I’ve loved you for a while,” he admitted softly, caressing your neck. You slumped into his lap and wrapped your arms around him.

“I think I’ve loved you too.” You whispered, grinning. Then, a sharp knock rapped on the door. They widened their eyes, smiling.

You quickly composed yourselves and once you were ready, Johnathan opened the door to find nearly twenty people gawking, jaws dropped.

Toby scoffed amusingly. “Twenty-five minutes, Johnathan. Twenty-five.”

He smiled.

He’d do it all over again.

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Callow King of Asgard ꩜

f!reader / loki

subtle fighting for dominance, loki wins

takes place during thor (2011)

2.6k words

Summary :

As a childhood friend of Loki’s, Lady Sif and the Warriors Three beg you to reason with Loki if their plan ceased to work. Only, they didn’t know that your “friendship” was built on tension and teases rather than fun and games.

The gilded walls of the vast Asgardian palace echoed the conversation in the throne room to your ears just outside. “My first command cannot be to undo the Allfather’s last . . .” Loki’s voice rang in your ears. You pressed your ear up to the golden doors, trying to make out what they were saying. Clearly the plan of Thor’s friends was going sour. “. . . our people must have a sense of continuity . . .”

You yawned, cupping your hand over your mouth as you waited for your turn at convincing the new king to abort his current plans of, well, terrorism. It’d only been a few minutes since they entered, but you were beginning to grow impatient. Loki had grown used to being pushed aside and forgotten by his superiors. It wasn’t likely that he would stumble with his will to rule. He had what he wanted, and he would not let anyone pry his fingers off the crown. You had little faith in Sif and the others, but you believed yourself to be the best chance. As if she read your mind, Sif and the Warriors Three came into the light of the corridor you awaited in with bustle. Fandral rubbed his face with stress, the others crowding and displaying their dismay to you as Sif approached you with her hands on her hips. “We couldn’t get through,” Their defeat was clearly ripping away at them.

“Evidently.” You muttered, beginning to brush past the warriors to enter the room. Sif grabbed your wrist before you got away, and you paused and looked with a raised brow. The only sound in the room was the gentle movements of the metals and leather that clothed the five of you.

The warriors were known to rush into battle, that much you knew. It was silly that they would worry of your unpreparedness, as you were clear on what you were supposed to do. “What?”

Frankly, you weren’t interested in a pep rally. You were, by definition, a blunt person. Careless in some aspects, but you had a deep sense of empathy and protectiveness over your people. Anyone with eyes could see that Loki was in a state of selfishness, ruling with his broken sense of self rather than his head. You knew this was important. To your relief, Sif sighed and released your wrist. “Be careful.”

To this you almost chuckled. Loki did not scare you in the slightest. So you pushed off the warriors. “I haven’t forgotten my task.” You assured them, then pushed open the towering doors and walked into the throne room.

Which was frighteningly massive. Had you been there for anything other than facing Loki, you think you would cower in the grandeur of the room. Carved pillars held up the ceiling, which had to be at least twenty meters tall. The tall, stained windows unfurled all the way to the top of the room, allowing the entirety of Asgard to be viewed by whoever found themselves in the room. Intricate paintings adorned the ceiling in swirls that bled with the history of your ancient realm. Although it was breathtaking, you forced your attention away. Gawking could wait. Your eyes left the architecture and settled on the man at the very end of the room, and you began stalking forward. For the minute it took to make your way to the throne itself, you looked straight ahead without falter. Loki held your gaze the entire time, and a grin pulled at his lips when you made it to the base of the mezzanine and knelt.

Loki said nothing as you knelt, and you took it as permission to talk. You collected yourself for a moment before continuing . “Forgive me, my king, but I must ask of you to reconsider the decision you made in your previous hearing,” Your voice was soft, but not weak.

Loki’s lips stayed plastered in a mischievous grin as you spoke. Before he replied, he swallowed. You found your eyes leaving his to stare at his throat, and you licked your lips. This action received a mellow laugh from Loki, and you quickly found his eyes again. “Eavesdropping, are we?” He purred, leaning forward to look down upon you. “Hearings are private. I’ve no idea what you mean.”

It didn’t surprise you that Loki was trying to play coy, but you could do that too. You stood from your knee, strands of hair slipping from behind your ear as you did so. Loki snapped. “Did I say you could stand?” His harsh words send a ripple of excitement down your spine, and you had to bite your tongue to prevent a smile. You were starting to forget why you’d come in here to start. Or maybe you were ignoring it with intention.

“No.” A step forward.

“You’re treading dangerous water,” Loki warned as you began stepping up the mezzanine. Each step up was agonizingly slow, a breath leaving your lips with every stair. His words were ignored, and you took the final step, daring to being yourself face to face. Well, almost. Now you were looking down to him, your eyelids heavy as you offered a snarky smile. You hadn’t meant to get this close, but despite this your heads slowly moved closer to each other until you could feel the heat of Loki’s breath. “Darling I suggest you step away while you still can.” His words were supposed to be threatening, but his voice hitched as he let his eyes slip for a split second to your body.

Breathing shakily, you leaned down with a hand on the throne to murmur in his ear, your lips grazing his jaw as you did so. “Or what?” Loki’s eyes closed gently as he shuddered a sigh. You were beginning to think that maybe you should have heard Sif’s pointers.

“Leave us immediately.” Loki shouted to the guards that were in the room, and the mere seconds it took for the room to empty were agonizing.

The doors had closed for one fleeting moment before Loki rose from the throne, slowly coming to tower above you. You’d forgotten just how tall he is, and your shock halted your train of thought as you looked at his build. Your stomach warmed and you felt small throbs beginning to build. Loki grabbed your chin delicately, tilting your head to look up at him. A beat passed as you swallowed, your face flushing with heat. “Kneel.” Loki rasped out, his fingers brushing down your neck to be planted at the base of your throat. His hands were enormous, and his palm rested on your collarbone. You put your hand on his chest. After a few moments of silence, he began to push you to your knees from your neck.

A protest bubbled in your throat, but as your hand travelled down his body, all you could muster was a whimper. You settled fully on your knees as your hand brushed over the bulge under the layers of leather adorning his frame. A sigh quivered from Loki’s lips as he gazed at you beneath him. “Now tell me, what did you come here for?” Loki demanded as he stared down upon you, his fingers once again directing your chin up to meet his eyes.

“What do you want me here for?” You responded with a purr, unable to sit still beneath him.

Silence screamed through the room, and the young king began to slowly lean down until your breath mingled once again. Had he gotten any closer, your noses would have pressed together. You were held there as so for a moment, and then his eyes dragged to your lips. Your pulse was racing, and you were sure Loki could hear the rapidity at which your heart beat. “Many, many things, darling.” Loki’s voice was a whisper, and his eyes met yours once again for only a tremor of a second before he pulled you into a kiss.

The moment your lips met your initial goal of this encounter slipped from your mind, just as your tongue slipped into his mouth. A thousand years of tension between you spilled out into this moment, both of you running your hands everywhere in a fervent daze of lust. Loki pulled you up and into his chest as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. His hands found your waist, then slowly travelled down to grip your ass. This prompted a moan from you, muffled by your lips crushing together. Loki’s mouth moved to your neck, nipping and kissing all the right spots. You lolled your head back to give way for him, and he found a particularly sensitive spot of yours just beneath your throat. A whimper spilled from your mouth as his teeth grazed the sweet spot, and he chuckled into your neck. “This,” You spoke between gasps for air. “This is not what I came here for,”

Loki returned to your mouth, biting at your lower lip and looking into your eyes. “Mm, yes, but it’s what you wanted, is it not?” His hand began to travel to your torso, his palm sprawling across your breast and prompting simultaneous moans from each of you.

“Yes,” Your breath was shaky as you plant kisses along his jaw and neck, your hands scratching the fabric of his cloak.

“Say it.” Loki snarled into your hair, pulling you back to meet his sight. His hand gently grazed down your neck and you shuddered at the sensation. Fog filled your head, and by gods did you want to fuck Loki. You’d wanted him for centuries now. Your stomach burned every time you crossed his path.

Perhaps you’d planned this subconsciously when Sif asked of your help. Regardless, you needed it now. You couldn’t bear to wait any longer. “Yes, Loki, it’s what I wanted. It’s what I have wanted, for too long.”

Loki’s mouth peeled into a grin, and he pulled you back in to murmur in your ear. “What exactly is it that you’ve wanted, doll? Hm?”

Gods, did Loki now how to pull your strings. He could control you as a master his puppets, and you both knew it well. Desperation gnawed at your core, and you pulled at his collar so your foreheads met. Breathing heavily, you begged for his touch. “I want you to fuck me. Please. Please, Loki.”

Loki moaned at your pleas, and pulled you back around into a kiss, now holding you against the cold metal of the throne. In a warm flash of green, your clothes were gone. Loki halted, mouth agape as he took in your unclothed body. His gaze stalled at your breasts, eyes dilating with appetite. “You are simply divine,” Loki husked, a hand finding its way to one breast, and his mouth the other. Your brows knotted with pleasure as his warm mouth drove circles around your nipple. An erotic moan drove from your mouth and you buried your hands in his hair once more. Flashes of heat shot down your spine and you rolled your head back, biting your lip to suppress your cries. Without pulling his mouth away from your breast, he lifted you so that you sat upon the armrest of the throne. Then with one knee on the throne, he brought himself up to kiss you passionately, his tongue sliding across your bottom lip.

You were so utterly focused on his mouth and the hand he had on your breast, that when his other hand brushed against your cunt your eyes flew open as you moaned out into his mouth. Loki smiled against your lips, and slipped a long finger into you. Your back arched as a guttural moan left your mouth, his finger beginning to curl inside of you. Loki added a second finger, and when he hit the perfect spot you thrusted up to meet his fingers, earning a chuckle from him. He slowed his hand, going deeper and curling on that sweet spot. In, and out. “Yes, gods, yes right there Loki,�� Your legs pushed together as he repeatedly hit that nerve, and he removed his fingers and pressed them into your mouth.

You whimpered around his fingers and began to suck on them. “Do you want me to fuck you now?” Loki asked gruffly, leaning to be atop of you. You nodded vigorously. A cool breeze came by, and you sighed as it touched your wet entrance. Another flash of green left Loki naked above you. He was completely glorious. You leaned yourself up and grabbed his cock, which was throbbing harshly beneath your touch. Loki’s eyes pressed shut as he groaned lewdly to your warm movements. He pulled you close to kiss you again, sighing into your mouth with every stroke you gave. Wrapping his arm around your waist, he slipped into the throne and pulled you atop of him. You broke the kiss, grabbing him and aligning your sexes. You slowly sank down, the large veins on his cock rubbing your insides. Loki moaned out as you took in the final inch, and he gripped the small of your back as you adjusted to his size.

Then he slowly lifted you, pulling himself down, then brought you back down to meet his thrust. A shout escaped your mouth as he began to pick up his pace. With each thrust and bounce a crashing wave of pleasure flew up your spine, your entire body erupting in goosebumps. Loki’s huffing moans just aroused you more. Your liquids were dripping down Loki’s lower waist, and just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, Loki took one hand off your waist and began rubbing circles around your clit.

You cried out, planting your hands on his abdomen and arching backwards. Loki’s hand on your lower back held you up as he continued to fuck you senseless. Your brain was short-circuiting with every thrust, brain buzzing with nothing but the feeling pooling in your stomach. “Fuck, mm.” Your moaning filled the empty room.

“You like this? Feels good, darling?” Loki huffed between moans, his eyes glued to your breasts as they bounced every time your hips met. The throbbing of his cock was almost in sync with the bobs of your breasts, nearly driving you to insanity.

You could barely form words at this point. “Yes, yes, so good,” You whimper out as tears prick at your eyes. Loki shifted your hips, forming the perfect angle at which he begins rapidly hitting the earlier sweet spot. You were basically screaming out at this point. Everything all at once — his thrusts, his hand gripping your back, thumb driving circles around your clit — was sending you to your climax. “I’m going to,” You mustered, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’m going to cum, Loki,”

His hand left your back and held on to your chin. “Look at me.” Loki growled out, going faster to reach his own high. You opened your eyes and stared into his. “Cum for me, darling.” Loki pressed against your clit and with one more thrust into your sweet spot, you were completely undone. A violent wave of pleasure swept over your entire body, and after a few more thrusts into you, Loki came inside of your cunt. Ropes shot from him and sent jolts of heat up your spine. You crashed your lips together once more and whimpered moans into each other’s mouths as you rode out your orgasms.

After coming down, you laid limp on Loki’s chest, both of you breathing heavily. “I think the entire palace heard us,” You laughed out between breaths.

Loki chuckled, his fingers grazing the skin of your back, and he tucked your hair over your shoulder. “Well, was this better than what you originally came to seek me for?” He whispered against your cheek.

Well, you weren’t sure Sif or the Warriors — or even Odin himself — would agree, but . . .

“Yes. Immensely.”

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