CELL BLOCK TANGO — DETECTIVE LOKI
request: “how about some thigh-riding or cockwarming for detective loki? maybe he has a case and doesn't have time to pay much attention to you, but really needs to release some stress?”
warnings: mentions of a police station & surveillance cameras, mentions of crimes (disappearance/gunshot/murder), curse words, smut (thigh riding, finger sucking, cockwarming, creampie, minimal degradation but mostly praise kink). 18+ MINORS DON’T INTERACT.
word count: 1545
gifs credits: punksimulationarchive/punksimulation/stephendorff (resized & cropped) / divider credits: firefly-graphics
notes: this is my first time writing for detective loki so please be kind! obviously i’m making david a total softie that’s my brand at this point, so just know this is very much not canon. thank you for reading and remember to reblog!
“It’s midnight.”
David blinked, looking at you who were sitting on the other side of the conference room, head in your hands and fatigue written all over your face. His eyes moved to the wall above you, he checked the clock. “Indeed.”
“You said we’d go home at midnight.”
He clicked his pen repeatedly and dropped it accidentally on the floor. “If I was done.” He bent over, picking the item up.
You took the opportunity to stand up and pick a different chair, this time it was around the middle of the table. “Done for the day.”
“Correct.”
“Now that it is the next day, is it correct to say you are done?”
“Don’t play smart with me. You know this case is tough.” Confidentiality, David swore by it. However, he also knew that an opinion from an outsider could help when he was submerged head under water in a case.
“Which one is it?” You faked to be interested in the papers dispersed on the large table which gave you an opportunity to sit even closer to him. You picked his notebook, filled with scribbles and hypotheses. “The missing man?” Your boyfriend nodded, you had talked about this case for days and days already. “It’s easy.”
He put his pen in the front pocket of his shirt, leaning against the back of the rolling chair. “Oh, is it? Enlighten me with your conclusions, Detective.”
You did not fail to notice the smirk on his thin lips when you looked up to check if he was serious about wanting your insight. He was, or so you sincerely hoped. “She killed him, his ex-wife I mean. She was mad that he...” You squinted, trying to understand David’s rushed handwriting. “Took the house, the car and the three small dogs during their divorced!” You scoffed. “So, she went bang bang my baby shot me down, except she’s the one who shot him. Problem solved, now we go home.”
His nostrils flared for a quick second, he scrunched his nose while analyzing what you had just said. “How can you be so sure about that?”
“Well, that’s what my detective instincts are telling me... And the ton of true crime documentaries I watch.”
Loki, chuckled, dismissing his concerns over the amount of dark content you consumed with and without him, instead he invited you to come closer, so you stood up from your chair and leaned on the table. Your feet were between his and your hips were blocked by his hands that rested on the edge of the table. “Are you trying to steal my job? Be careful, baby. You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.”
“You know I’m not very good at keeping quiet.”
“False,” he brought his right hand to your mouth and pressed his pointer and middle finger on your lips. Automatically, your mouth opened and he pushed the fingers inside, resting them on your tongue. “There’s always a way to shut you up.”
You leaned forward to put your hands on his shoulders. You moved closed, so that you were straddling one of his legs and you lowered your body until your covered core was in contact with him.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He pushed his fingers further in your mouth so that you could barely mumble a response.
The back and forth movements of your hips were all he needed to understand. “So that’s why you were so eager to go home?” He blinked again, adjusting his position on the chair to give you more space. “Wanted me all to yourself? Wanted to have fun because you waited all day like a desperate little girl?”
You nodded, your mouth full and your clit catching on the friction caused by your hips. You started to grind on him faster, harder. You held his wrist with both of your hands to pull his away. “I just want to make you feel good.” You pushed his fingers back into your mouth and sucked them with the same fervour you would if it was his cock.
Strained in his work pants, it was getting uncomfortable and cruel for David to sit there and not be able to help you, to feel you. The fact he promised a report on the desk of the Captain by the morning was even more cruel. “How about we make a deal? Would you like that, baby?”
You smiled around his fingers that muffled your moans and whimpers, still not stopping yourself from riding his thigh. Your panties were soaked, you could swear there was a wet patch on yours and David’s pants too. You’d accept basically anything at this point.
“You’re going to be my good girl and sit on my cock until I’m done. I’ll be quick, I promise, but you need to sit still.”
You moaned louder, your clit was swollen and sensitive.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He chuckled again and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and freed himself. He used the fingers covered in your spit to as lube and rubbed them over the tip of his cock.
“Fuck...” You buried your face in the nape of his neck while his large hands helped you sink down on him. You always missed this pain that turned into pleasure at the moment he was all the way inside of you. You felt full, you felt safe.
David grabbed his pen again and filed the report, but his loose hand remained on your ass. His thumb was stroking the soft skin of your lower back, tickling you just lightly enough to cause you to shiver or flinch. And move. He needed you to move, he wanted you to move.
“You’re a little shit.” You whispered to his ear and trailed kisses all the way to the star tattoo on his neck.
“I’ve been told.” His handwriting was sloppy, his hand basically shaking when you decided to play his game and ride him. It took two to tango.
You rolled your hips in a steady, slow pace. Your fingernails gripped on the fabric of his shirt while you left hickey after hickey on his neck, knowing that there was no collar that could cover your marks.
His hand migrated under your ass so that he could help you ride him harder, and harder, and harder...
“David,” you panted. “I’m gonna, fuck —”
He finally dropped the stupid pen and helped you properly. The chair was squeaking under your weight and your movements, but none of you care. You could end on the floor for all that mattered, it would only make it easier.
You were still in control, despite David’s hands and guidance. You felt yourself clench around his throbbing cock, making sure he would not pull out. Your forehead was pressed against his and you brushed your thumb over his parted lips.
He kissed it, then he kissed your lips to swallow your scream when you finally tipped over the edge. He followed you, cumming inside of you.
You did not stop, you wanted to ride him until he shot every drop.
Your tongues fought for dominance until you needed to pull away and breathe.
“You can keep writing your report now.” You laughed softly, your head resting on his shoulders while he wrapped a tight arm around you.
So, he did. He picked the silver pen again and added his final thoughts to the report, well they were your thoughts. Maybe you were right, maybe you did have the instinct of a detective after all.
“I need to delete the camera footage now.”
You looked up at the corner of the ceiling, a black sphere staring back at you. “Detective David Loki, arrested for improper behaviour at his workplace. That sounds like a good headline to me.”
He captured your lips with his again. “Going home and continuing for a second round sounds better, don’t you think?”
It took two to tango, indeed.
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