Summary: Loki has been rather enjoying his time in Sakaar for the past week or so. Attending all of the Grandmaster’s parties and good times. Men and women pine over him daily, Loki is the type to fuck and leave; no real attempt for connection. But then he meets someone rather intriguing, the Grandmaster’s “daughter.”
Warnings: SMUT/unprotected sex/oral sex (f receiving)/fingering/coarse language/slight degradation & praise/cum play/slight breeding kink/sort of rough sex/bondage/unprotected sex (please use protection when necessary)/soft dom! loki/use of pet names: my god, pet, darling, good girl, love etc.
Word Count: 2595
*NOT MY GIF*
Loki sauntered through the crowds of party-goers. Bodies grinding against each other; the room smelling of sweat, pleasure, and sex. All scents that Loki had happily become accustomed to during his stay on Sakaar. After wooing the Grandmaster with not only his charm, Loki was now apart of every aspect of Sakaarian celebrations.
“You must be Loki,” a woman smirked at him as she sipped her wine, “The Grandmaster’s new toy.”
“Toy?” Loki nearly scoffed, “I’m nobody’s toy, love. Now if you’ll excuse me.” The lady rolled her eyes as Loki pushed by her.
He sat at the bar, looking over the sea of people. All of them the same, no real purpose in life but where they were now. Loki liked it but he also hated the idea of such a lack of spontaneity.
“You look like you could use a drink,” a voice pulled Loki from his apparently obvious sulking.
Loki peered up, readying to rip into whoever was next to annoy him but was met with the soft smirk of a rather illuminating bartender, “I beg your pardon?”
She chuckled, “I just mean you don’t look like you’re having the most fun.”
Loki sighed, “Guess not.”
The bartender sighed before quickly pulling together a drink, sliding the glass over to Loki. His brows furrowed as he eyed the drink, “On the house,” she slid it closer, “Like I said, it looks like you could use one.”
This only increased Loki’s suspicions. Why would this seemingly random stranger offer him a free drink? He picked up the drink, giving it a suspicious sniff.
“Believe me, if I wanted to poison you, I would’ve done it much earlier,” she chuckled as she wiped up the bar, “Just drink the damn glass,” she pushed the glass to his lips, Loki having no choice but to take a swig.
The alcohol burned his throat, like normal, but there was a certain sweetness to it that made it pretty enjoyable, “It’s good,” he smiled.
“See, no poison,” she winked before going to help another party-goer.
Loki moved himself to be nearer to her, “How have I never spoke to you before? I’ve been to nearly all of the Grandmaster’s parties since my arrival.”
She shrugged, “Guess nobody really pays attention to the bartender who will flirt her heart out but never go home with a person here. Besides, people find the Grandmaster rather intimidating.”
“What would the Grandmaster have to do with-”
“Ah Loki!” the Grandmaster had drunkenly danced over, joining the girl behind the bar and throwing his arm around her neck, “I see you’ve met my girl, Y/N.”
“Your girl?” Loki questioned.
The woman chuckled, “Maybe I should start serving you water instead, Father.”
“Father?” Loki questioned again.
“Adopted,” she chuckled, “And not even really that.”
“Oh stop,” the Grandmaster hiccuped, “You’re my daughter, regardless of blood.”
“Whatever you say, you drunk,” the girl giggled. A group of partiers came over, beckoning the Grandmaster back.
“Duty calls,” he winked before placing a kiss on the girl’s head and charging back into the crowd.
“So you’re not adopted?” Loki questioned.
The girl chuckled as she fixed him another drink, “Not technically, no. Umm, my mother was one of the Grandmaster’s pleasure maids but when he first took her, she made it clear that I had to come with her. And I guess the Grandmaster wanted her so bad that he took me in just the same. Been living here practically all my life.”
“And now you’re also one of his pleasure maids?”
“Heavens no,” she shook her head in disgust, “That’s gross. Almost made me lose my lunch there,” they both chuckled, “He lets me bar-tend and it gives me something to do. Also keeps me from the repulsive dance floor.”
“Not a big fan of dancing, I take it,” Loki teased.
“It’s more the people on the dance floor that I find repulsive. Sure, a fun dance partner here and there is wonderful but sometimes a girl just wants to dance without having someone’s hands on her ass; man, woman, or whomever. Know what I mean?”
Loki smiled, nodding, “Completely understand.”
“So,” she leaned across the bar, sliding him another glass, “Seems only fitting I ask your name.”
“Loki Odinson or Laufeyson, I’m not really partial to either so Loki works best,” he smirked, his eyes wandering to her exposed chest, “And you, my dear, are?”
“Y/N,” she smiled, eyeing the God up and down, “So you know my story, care to share yours?”
“Mines a lot longer and far more complicated,” he chuckled.
She leaned over more, her breasts spilling further from her blouse, “I’ve got lots of free time and nowhere to be.”
Loki smiled, “To make the long story short, I’m also adopted, in a way. Unlike you, I got saddled with a rather loathsome family in the realm of Asgard. My adopted brother, Thor, God of Thunder and Getting on My Last Nerve,” she laughed, “And a new-found sister, Hela, Goddess of Death and- well, just genuinely terrifying overall.”
Y/N laughed, “And your parents?”
Loki’s smile fell a bit, “They passed. Both just recently.”
“Loki,” she sighed, putting her hand on his, “I’m so sorry.”
He smiled quickly, “I wasn’t exactly my father’s favourite, or second, or even third. And believe me, I returned the affection,” he joked, “But my mother she, well she was something truly special. She saw something in me that others, or even myself have yet to see.”
“She sounds lovely,” Y/N smiled.
“She was,” Loki sighed, “But anyway, that’s all there really is.”
“And now you’re here. On Sakaar.”
“And now I’m here. On Sakaar,” Loki repeated, “What about your mother? She still involved with the Grandmaster?”
“No,” Y/N shook her head, “She actually passed when I was a teenager, rather long ago here on Sakaar.”
“I’m terribly sorry,” Loki apologised, “I didn’t mean-”
She waved it off, “I chose to answer, did I not? Besides, it was a long time ago. Can’t bring her back, though I wish I could, so there’s no use dwelling on it.”
Loki sighed, “Families truly are complicated,” he finished off his drink.
“Here, here,” she raised his empty glass before clearing, “But,” she chuckled, pointing over to the Grandmaster dancing atop one of the tables, “He’s not so bad.”
Loki chuckled, “It’s very kind of him to not force you to be one of his pleasure-maids.”
“Suppose it is,” she answered, “He promised my mother.”
“Promised her to not make you a pleasure maid?” Loki asked.
“No,” she giggled. Y/N took note of how handsome the God looked as he threw his head back when he laughed, “Promised I could live here as long as...” her voice floated off as she put away Loki’s glass.
“As long as what Y/N?” he met her alluring gaze as they both leaned over the bar.
“As long as I was a good girl,” she whispered as they drew nearer.
Loki smirked, “And are you?”
“Am I what, Loki?” she whispered as her eyes began to flutter close.
“A good girl,” Loki answered.
She smirked a bit, “In certain situations, I suppose.”
Loki chuckled, “What sorts of situations?”
“Why don’t you come find out?” she teased. And before they knew it, they were locked in a tussle of teeth, tongue and lips. Both of them pulling grunts and moans from the other.
“You have a bed chamber we could go to?” Y/N asked as she pulled away for a quick moment.
Loki pulled her lip between his teeth, “Follow me,” he grabbed her hand and dragged her from the party through the corridors of the Grandmaster’s estate. Finally they landed in the suite that the Grandmaster had gifted Loki with.
Loki slamming the door closed before pinning her against it, their lips once again meeting in a flurry of passion.
“Fucking hell,” she moaned as Loki’s lips bit, sucked, and licked nearly every inch of skin from her lips to the skin her blouse exposed.
Loki’s chest heaved as he pulled away, admiring the love bites he had littered over the tops of her breasts. His eyes going dark before he tore her blouse completely off, the buttons scattering across the floor and a gasp leaving her mouth.
“Don’t worry,” Loki spoke between kisses, “We’ll get you a new one.”
“Forget about the bloody shirt,” she panted as she moved to undo her bra, “Just fuck me please.”
Loki let out a deep chuckle as he admired her now exposed breasts, “Patience, pet. Let me ravish this extravagant body of yours.”
She blushed fiercely as Loki continued his descent down her body, kissing along the hem of her skirt, “Take it off,” she groaned.
“With pleasure,” the God of Mischief smirked, “And while we’re at it,” Loki gave his fingers a quick snap and the two of them were now both standing bare and heaving in front of the other.
“H-how did you do that?” she panted as Loki returned his lips to hers.
“Just a bit of magic,” he answered between kisses. She pulled away, giving him a confused look, “Did I not mention that I’m a god?”
“A god?” she raised her brow.
“God of Mischief, to be exact,” he smirked.
She let out a nervous chuckle, “You’re serious?” Loki nodded, “I don’t think I believe you, Loki.”
Loki smirked before giving his fingers another snap. Y/N now found herself on Loki’s bed, her hands bound to the head board and her ankles tied to the foot of the bed; leaving her splayed as Loki jerked his cock in front of her. Y/N had never seen someone has well-endowed as Loki was, he had the most perfect cock she’d ever seen.
“Believe me now?” he smirked down at her.
She nodded nervously, “Yes.”
“Good,” he smiled before returning to ravish in her body. Marking it all over before he was face-to-face with her dripping heat, “My, my, I must have quite the effect on you, darling.”
Y/N tugged against the bindings on her ankles, trying to close her legs and get a bit of friction, “Please,” she pleaded.
“Begging already?” Loki teased, “How pathetic of you.” His hands moved to the tops of her knees, spreading her legs even further, “But who am I to deny such a pretty little thing of such pleasure?”
Before she could muster another word, Loki’s mouth was already working on her. His tongue flicking against her clit as he carefully traced her tight quim with two of his fingers. She clenched around nothing as Loki brought her slowly to the edge.
“Please, Loki. I’m begging you,” she whimpered.
Loki let out a groan against her core, sending a shiver up her spine, “Since you asked so nicely.” And just like that, his mouth worked frivolously against her as he railed two of his fingers into, curling them to hit that soft spot deep inside her. Y/N let out a loud moan at his actions as her back arched from the bed.
“LOKI!” she cried as Loki brought her closer and closer to her precipice.
“I love hearing you cry out for me,” Loki grunted as he kissed back up her body, his fingers continuing their assault on her tightening cunt, “I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You going to cum, pet?”
She nodded excitedly, “Yes, please God. Need to cum.”
Loki chuckled, “Sorry, love. But there’s only one god here who can help you,” he smirked before pulling his fingers from her. A small whimper left her lips at the loss of touch.
“W-what’re you doing-” Loki caught her off with a harsh kiss.
“Remember, patience, love,” Loki snapped his fingers once again, the bindings on her legs disappearing. She moved to rub her thighs together but Loki already had them in his grasp as he hiked one over her shoulder and let the other wrap around his hip.
Y/N could feel the tip of his painfully hard cock, brushing against her entrance as Loki gathered her pleasure onto himself.
Her nails dug into her wrists bindings as she attempted to buck her hips up to encourage Loki, “Just f-fuck me,” she whimpered.
Loki smirked down at the lust-filled girl, “Just know, I have no intentions of being gentle.” Before she could speak another word, Loki thrusted himself in to the hilt. Y/N let out a scream-like moan as he filled her.
“F-fuck, your cock is so...” she couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling as Loki began to slowly rock back and forth inside of her.
“Look at you,” Loki smirked, “Already cock drunk and I haven’t even begun to fuck you like I truly want.”
“Harder,” her words barely registered with Loki before he began to pound into her drenched cunt. Moans, grunts, skin slapping, and filthy squelching noises filled the room. Anyone walking by would have to be an idiot to not know what was happening in there. Or they must’ve thought Loki was torturing her to death, but I suppose in a way, he was.
Y/N’s eyes rolled into the back of head as Loki pushed himself further up her body, allowing himself to get even deeper inside her, “Fuck,” he grunted as he thrusted, “Can’t wait to fill this...bloody hell... tight cunt with my seed. Watch it drip out of you. And you’re going to love...shit... every second, aren’t you? Cause you’re a good girl. A good fucking cum slut.”
Her back arched off the bed at Loki’s degrading, “Fill me up. P-please, I need it so bad, Loki.”
He reached down to squeeze her jaw, forcing her to look at him, “I’m a god, pet. And you will address me as such. Now...fuck... who’s your god?”
“Y-you are,” she panted.
Loki began to pound into her even harder, if that was possible, “What was that, love? Didn’t quite catch-”
“FUCK! YOU ARE. YOU’RE MY GOD!” she scram as the knot in her stomach grew even tighter.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” Loki growled as he drilled into her, his balls tightening at the feeling of her wet cunt squeezing him as they both neared their highs.
“Cumming,” she whimpered, “LOKI! FUCK!” What felt like a bolt of lighting ripped through her whole body as she covered Loki’s cock in her orgasm.
“Fucking hell,” Loki groaned as his thrusts grew sloppy. The look on her face as he fucked her through the orgasm he had given her was enough to force him to paint the inside of her velvet walls completely.
Both of them stilled for a moment, attempting to regain their breathing. Loki thrusted a bit, fucking his cum further into her.
“My god,” she whimpered as he moved through her.
“Had to make sure you felt it all,” Loki sighed, both of them groaning as he finally pulled himself from her cunt.
Loki’s mouth practically watered at the sight of his cum dripping from her quim onto the silk sheets of his bed. He laid a kiss to her sweaty forehead before collapsing next to her.
“Guess I underestimated the power of a god,” Y/N chuckled breathlessly.
“Let’s hope you don’t make that mistake again,” Loki smiled as he kissed her softly.
“So this is going to happen again?” she smiled, a hint of nervousness in her fucked-out eyes.
Loki smirked before kissing her again, “I don’t think I could stay away from such a good girl.”
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