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Loki gets on your fucking nerves. He’s a bastard, this is common knowledge. You know damn well he targets you. This is made clear by the fact that seconds before now, you were sitting peacefully on the couch, eating some scrumptious, DECADENT chocolate cake you’d made earlier that week, and now here you were… Sitting on the couch no longer peacefully, with no cake in your hands, watching Loki take a bite off your fucking fork.
“Mm, now this is magnificent. Mm mm mm.” He gestured to the slice with the end of the fork as you slowly processed the fact that this motherfucker just took your plate of cake right out of your hands. You sighed, thinning your gaze at him.
“Thanks. I made it.” You grumbled flatly, letting your hands drop to your lap.
“You made it? You? I didn’t know you were capable of such things. Always so clumsy…” He took another bite, licking icing off the fork with a smug chuckle.
You glared at him. He only quirked an eyebrow in mock innocence. What kind of asshole takes cake right out of someone’s hands? One named Loki Laufeyson, apparently.
“Why do you insist on pestering me every chance you get?” You complained, leaning back in your seat and letting your head fall back against the back of the couch. He gasped dramatically.
“Pestering?” He echoed humorously, scooping some cake up on his fork and holding it in front of your mouth, a smug look on his face. “You should be grateful I’m honoring you with my glorious attention, mortal. I even complimented you.”
You scoffed, glancing at the cake, then back to him.
“Complimented?” Literally when.
“That is what it’s called.”
“…I’m not eating that.”
A confused look crossed his face and he squinted. “Why not? What’s wrong with it? You were eating it before I showed up.”
“You put the fork in your mouth.” You said, furrowing your brows at him.
“…So?” He seemed taken aback.
“You’re gross.”
…
He looked at you like you were insane.
“I’m gross? Well, I think you’re embarrassed.” He said, a challenging grin creeping across his face.
“What?” Well, that’s a stupid thought.
“Yes. You’re too embarrassed to eat it because you’re under the impression that it’s an indirect kiss.”
An indirect kiss? Oh lord, this guy’s full of himself. He brought it forward insistently, giving you that smug ass look he always did when he was betting against your nerves.
Well, shit.
You leaned forward, taking the fork between your lips. His grin widened as you swallowed the cake, then faded in surprise as you grabbed his wrist to hold the fork still and flattened your tongue against it, licking the prongs clean. You watched his eyes linger on your lips for a moment longer as he swallowed thickly, but he soon met your gaze again, choking out a small laugh with all his feigned confidence.
“See? It wasn’t that bad, was it? It’s amusing to know that you’re so desperate for my attention, though.”
“Excuse me? Desperate??” You guffawed, and his grin sharpened in amusement. “You think I’m desperate?”
“Do I need a microphone? Are your ears going, mortal?” He asked, placing the cake on the coffee table and leaning towards you. You only scowled at him. “Oh, come now. Don’t look at me like that… I know you’re loving every drop of attention I’m giving you.”
You rolled your eyes and jut your hands out, shoving him and sending him crashing backwards into the cushions of the couch. He lifted his head with a breathy, surprised laugh, then sat up, running his hand through his hair.
“Next you’ll slap me. Are you trying to rile me up, darling?”
You raised your eyebrows at his enjoyment of your actions and stared at him a moment longer. Reaching up, you watched him eye you as you trailed a gentle touch up his chest, feeling his breath catch while you ran your fingers up the side of his throat.
“So touchy…” He teased, even as he leaned back into your hand when you ran it up into his hair.
But then you took a handful and pulled. With the speed his grin disappeared, you would’ve thought he was scared if it weren’t for the quiet groan that rumbled out from between his parted lips. His eyes widened. In shock, at first, but it quickly changed into something else.
“You’re so needy.” You scolded, your free hand coming up to firmly hold his jaw.
It was a moment before he responded, eyelids fluttering as you tightened your grip on his hair.
“N-Needy?” He sputtered out, half mocking, breathy as he tried desperately to regain his composure, and yet, he didn’t even try to pull away.
“Mhm.” You confirmed, dragging a fingertip down the front of his throat. “Desperate for attention all the damn time. My attention. Isn’t that right?”
He tried to grin, ever so smug, but let out an undignified sound as your hand wrapped around his neck.
“I am not… I’m not… desperate.” He mumbled, face flushing a pretty shade of pink.
Your hand on his throat tightened and you tilted your head as you eyed him with a scrutinizing gaze.
“And yet here you are, savoring every bit of attention I give you as I pull your hair and talk to you like this right in the middle of the damn living room. Needy, needy.” You tsked, shaking your head at him. He swallowed hard, you could feel it against your palm.
“I’m- I’m not-” He started, but cut himself off with a short, breathy whine that had his face turning bright red. You snickered at him, your smile widening as his hand came up to grab at your wrist, only to pull it towards him.
You pulled your hand off his neck and slapped him, not incredibly hard, but hard enough to sting. Just testing the waters.
The desperate little god groaned deeply, placing his hands on your waist.
“Hands off.” You ordered, and his hands shot away like you’d electrocuted him. “You gonna say something or are we just gonna sit like this?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed…” He breathed out, grinning. You scoffed.
“God, you really like this, don’t you? Needy. Like a little dog.”
If the way his breath hitched before he let out what could only truly be called a whine was any indication, he loved that.
“Oh, do you like being called that, dog?” You asked amusedly, your grin widening. You weren’t gonna let him escape admitting he’s an attention whore, though, so you slapped him again, this time hard enough to leave a red mark, and savored the needy noise he made. “Say it. You’re desperate for my attention, Loki. We both know it.”
He swallowed again, a shaky breath leaving him as he attempted, but failed to sputter out a reply.
“Mhm?” You urged him on, pulling his head into a painfully strained position.
“I- I may… need your attention.” He finally admitted, his tone full of feigned irritation in a clear attempt to mask the desperation in his tone.
Your grin widened, satisfied.
“That’s my good boy.” You praised, then let him go promptly, settling back down in your seat and grabbing the cake from the table, taking a bite.
Loki blinked, sitting there dazed and breathless. He could do nothing but stare at you, trying to process what just happened.
“Thats all?” He asked, that squinty-eyed, slightly pained smirk flashing over his features.
“That’s all.” You confirmed.
“Wh- No. I won’t accept that.” He sputtered, indignant. You raised a brow at him and he corrected himself. “I mean… Please. Please, darling.”
“Please what?” You asked, and he froze.
“What do you mean?”
You looked him in the eyes, gaze hot on his.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“You want me to-“ He cut himself off, eyebrows raised. You nodded calmly. He huffed out a nervous laugh, looking at the couch between you before bringing his gaze back up to yours. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, very.”
“Ah… I’m not doing that.”
“Okay.” You began to stand and he swiftly grasped for the hem of your shirt.
“Waitwaitwait, don’t go, I’ll do it.”
You looked over at him, sitting back down.
“I want you to slap me.” He said curtly. You snickered.
“Is that it?” You asked, raising a brow.
His face flushed.
“No. I’d also… I’d also like you to pull my hair a bit more. I… I like when you treat me roughly.” Loki’s voice got quieter as he spoke. You couldn’t help but be amused by his uncharacteristically shy behavior.
“And that’s all.” You asked, and he puffed up his chest, looking somewhat offended.
“You say that as if it’s nothing special!”
“Because it’s not.”
“You want something special? Fine. Fine!” He huffed. You only watched him expectantly. “And if… if I asked you to treat me like…” He cleared his throat, averting his gaze from yours. “Like a pet…”
“…Like a pet? Like, ‘good boy’ or straight up pet play?”
He went wide eyed, like a deer in headlights, glancing off to the side.
“Pardon me… ‘pet play?’ What does… What is that?” He asked, shaking his head in confusion.
“Collaring. Feeding your partner from a dog bowl. Actual pet shit.”
“…Oh.”
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“Sit.”
The god knelt.
“Not what I said. Sit.”
He scoffed.
“Surely you don’t expect me to-“ You shot him a glare and he immediately got on the floor.
“Good boy.” You praised, running a hand through his hair. “So pretty, down on the floor for me.”
He leaned his head into your touch and you smiled, excited for what you planned to do to him. You yanked his head back, eliciting a groan from his lips before letting go.
“Strip.”
“All of it?“
“Dogs don’t need clothes.”
He froze for a moment, then stood, shedding his shirt and struggling with his belt, hands shaking. You watched him struggle for a moment before you stepped forward and grabbed his hands to rub them soothingly before taking it off for him, eyes on his.
Loki let out a breathy little curse, face red as his eyes danced around your face. He leaned forward, breath ghosting over your lips while he looked at you in such a way, so uncharacteristically vulnerable and nervous, you’d almost think he couldn’t stop himself, hands coming up to hold your face.
He simply held your face for a moment, and your hands stilled. The god stared at you like you were the most divine creature on the planet, eyes begging permission to close the distance. So you closed it for him, unbuckling his belt all the way and savoring the sweet little groan that he released as your lips met, like it was the only thing he wanted, to feel your lips on his, even despite the situation you two were in.
Your hands dragged their way up his form, into his hair, and you loved every little desperate noise he made, aching for your touch even as your hands navigated their way through his locks. His hands slid down to your hips and he breathed your name against your lips like a prayer, reverent.
Soon his lips moved from yours to pepper kisses across your jawline and neck, muttering your name like every thought in his mind was devoted to you in this moment.
His fingers peeked under the hem of your shirt and he buried his face in your neck as he mumbled against your skin.
“Please. Please, please, please, my darling… My sweet, sweet mortal… Please, can I take your shirt off? I need to see you… Please, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good…” His voice trembled as he spoke, nuzzling his the bridge of his nose against your skin.
…And holy fuck, that couldn’t have been hotter.
“Go ahead.”
And he did, eagerly, but carefully, like he was afraid he’d hurt you if he went too quickly, but once it was off, his hands were on you like metal to a magnet, sliding down your waist as he let out a shaky breath, and leaned in to press kisses to your chest, but you stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.
His eyes found yours, focused and yet fuzzy, like he was dizzy just from the sight of you.
“Sit, boy.” You said, a teasing lilt to your tone, and watched as he followed orders with the urgency of a soldier, sitting there on the floor and gazing up at you, desperately seeking your approval.
You turned, grabbing the collar you’d placed out for him from the edge of the bed and leaned down towards him, not missing the way his eyes followed your hands with a shimmering excitement to them.
“Head up, boy.” You ordered, wrapping the soft leather around his throat and relishing the way his flushed skin always seemed to tilt into your touch. You tugged at the collar to test it and he grabbed your hand, his eyes never leaving you. “Too tight?”
“Too loose.”
Damn, okay.
You tightened it for him and he grinned, chasing every touch you gave him. Reaching behind you to grab your leash and hook it on the collar, you pulled him forward, smiling wider at the gasp that left him.
“You look good at my feet, you know.” You mused, watching the way his chest heaved, then released his leash. “Take the rest off.”
His hands moved to unbutton his pants, his eyes on yours the whole time.
“May I stand, darling?” He asked, thumbs hooked beneath his jeans. You nodded and he stood only to kick off his jeans, immediately lowering himself at your feet yet again, in nothing but tented boxers and a collar, awaiting your command.
“I said the rest.” You said pointedly and nudged his clothed cock with the top of your foot, chuckling when his hips twitched forward and he drew in a sharp breath.
He stood yet again, watching you with a heated gaze as he pulled the fabric down his legs, then returned to his prior position.
Now that you’ve brought your attention to his length, Jesus Christ, you forgot he’s a god. You stepped forward, pressing your shin against his cock, and ran your fingers through his hair.
His reaction was contained, his hips twitching slightly as he bit back a muffled moan, his hands shooting to grab fistfuls of your jeans.
“So desperate, hm? I hadn’t even touched you and you’re already hard.” You mused, pressing your leg forward and making him whimper.
“Granted, you have been teasing me for an hour- Hoooly fuck…” His eyes fluttered shut as you slowly lifted your leg, dragging your shin along his cock. When you stopped, his hips bucked against it, hugging it to his chest as he humped your leg like a dog.
“Little mutt.” You snickered, pulling his hair to make him whine, then pulled your leg away from him. He whimpered at the loss of friction til he saw your hands find the button of your pants.
“Can I take them off for you, darling? Please?” He asked, grabbing at the cuff of your pant leg. You huffed out a laugh, raising a brow at him, and crossed your arms.
“Go on, then.” You commanded, watching amusedly as his hands quickly got to work on removing your pants, pulling the denim over your hips and pressing kisses to the skin he exposed as he went. Once you stepped out of them, he ran his hands up the sides of your thighs and kissed whatever skin he could reach.
You grabbed his leash again, wrapping it around your hand as you watched him pull away to look at you. You hooked your thumb under the band of your panties and tilted your head at him.
“Do you wanna help me with these too?”
You could’ve sworn you saw all the air escape his lungs, his fingers digging into your hips. His eyes danced over your face and a soft, high groan left him.
“Are you… Are you sure?” He asked, already sneaking fingers beneath the sides of the thin fabric.
“Mhm.” You nodded, petting his hair, and he tore them in his eagerness to get them off you. Your jaw dropped and you slapped him. “I didn’t tell you to rip them!”
He only grinned, spurred on by the pain, and pulled one of your legs over his shoulder to press a kiss to your clit, eyes glittering with mischief as he savored the way you bit your lip at the sudden touch.
You grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it back, pulling his leash with the other, and a shaky moan tore from his throat.
“Bad dog. Destroying my things and stealing touches.” You scolded, lightly stepping on his cock.
“Shitshitshit, oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be good, just- Keep touching me, I beg you, I beg you.” He punctuated his sentence with a desperate whine, then a choked sob as you pulled away, and he immediately reached to pump his cock, earning a slap.
“Beg.” You said simply, holding him by the jaw.
He eagerly obliged, hands desperately grasping at your wrist.
“Please, my lady, my sweet, please, I’m begging you to touch me or— or at least let me touch you! I can’t- oh fuck, please darling, please please please! I’ll do anything, just-“ He let out a high pitched whimper, his voice shaking as he bucked against nothing. “Please, please! I need it— Need you!”
You cut off his begging by guiding his head to your cunt, leaning back against the edge of the bed. He groaned deeply, eagerly lapping at your folds like a man starved. He grabbed your hips, guiding you farther onto the bed so he could spread your legs, burying his mouth in your wetness with fluttering eyelids like it was the most divine thing he’d ever tasted.
You couldn’t stop the moan that he dragged from your throat as he licked you clean, growling like someone was gonna take it from him. You grabbed handfuls of his hair, your lips parting in pleasure as he sucked at your clit. His grip on your hips was firm, trying to pull you ever closer while he devoured your cunt.
But then he stuck a finger inside you, another following, and began to pump his long fingers in and out of you while his tongue played with your sensitive bundle of nerves just above, moaning and growling his appreciation into your clit.
“Oh, shit! Good- Good boy, Loki, you’re doing so-“ he cut you off with the way the angle of his fingers changed, pounding against that spot that made your back arch and your stomach muscles tighten at such a quick pace, it wasn’t long before you were seeing stars.
He growled a string of praises that you were already too far gone to hear as you came on his fingers, legs squeezing around his head like he’d vanish if you didn’t keep him there.
He pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, humming in satisfaction as he sucked them clean.
“Magnificent. Divine. Otherworldly.” He muttered, rubbing his hand over your stomach.
Dizzily, you grabbed his leash once more, pulling him over you to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips. The mischievous little god’s hands wandered about your body, stopping at your tits to pinch and squeeze and growl into your kiss, humping your thigh.
He pulled away, but only to look at you with eyes overflowing with desire.
“What kind of spell have you placed upon me that could’ve made me so entirely and unequivocally enamored with a mortal?” He asked with a distinct lack of his usual distaste for the last word, then leaned down to kiss along your jaw and neck before nipping at the nape of your neck, making you gasp.
You wrapped a hand around his throat and pushed him back, delighting in the noise he made, and sitting up with him standing before you. He stared at you expectantly, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of you as his cock twitched. You placed a kiss to the center of his chest, deliberately slow, and his noises, though just as desperate, seemed a bit more strained. Like he couldn’t take much more of this.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Loki?”
“I’m sure you know the answer to that by now.” He breathed out, his voice low and gravelly with desire.
You brought your legs up onto the bed, turning to crawl farther onto the mattress on your hands and knees. You didn’t need to look back to know he was eyeing you greedily. You could feel his gaze on your skin.
“Come, boy.” You beckoned, patting your side like you would to call a dog. And god, did he follow. He was on you faster than a dog on a steak, roughly shoving himself in with a deep, relieved groan as you cried out in surprise at the intense stretch.
“Shh, shh. I’m sorry, I got excited.” He whispered, kissing your shoulder, buried inside you as far as he possibly could be. Loki placed the leash’s end on your shoulder to grab, and you did, pulling him forward and feeling him twitch inside you.
“Slow.” You ordered, despite your breathlessness. With soft kisses along your neck, he slowly pulled out, a shaky groan tumbling out of his lips before he slowly slid back in, creating a gentle rhythm as you got adjusted, but it didn’t last long. With a yank on his leash and a couple soft praises, he was hunched over you, rutting into you like he’d die tomorrow with little whimpers and groans of your name beside your ear.
And you,
You were coming apart beneath him.
A mess of vulgar whines and curses, praises and moans, you were holding onto his leash like a lifeline.
He fucked you with reckless abandon, making your elbows buckle and give out. You fell against the bed, eyes rolling into the back of your skull at the delicious angle.
His fingers dug into your hips as he held them in place, leaving little bites all over your neck and shoulders.
“You feel- You feel so fucking good, darling. Stars, you’re gonna make me cum so hard… Fill you up till you’re overflowing..” He punctuated his statement with a harsh thrust, moaning at the noise it dragged from your lips.
“You’re- Oh fff- You’re not allowed yet.” You said firmly, (or as firmly as you could with him buried so unbelievably deep inside you) and he let out a groan that turned into a desperate little whine of your name.
“Pleaseee…” Loki breathed, his voice high and desperate as he bucked into you. “Please, darling, my darling, pleasepleaseplease let me cum, I need it so fucking badly..”
You yanked his leash and he let out a low groan, his hands landing on the mattress on either side of your head
“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, PLEASE, I can’t help myself much longer, sweetheart please…” He begged, and you didn’t say anything for a long moment. (mostly because he was fucking your brains out.)
“Go ahead, mutt.”
And apparently, that was all he needed, because with a loud curse, he was spilling into you, driving you into the mattress so hard you almost thought you’d pass out. You didn’t even notice you were going to cum until you were already cumming on his cock.
He kept on for a long moment, fucking you through both of your peaks, before slowly pulling out and pulling your legs out from under you, flipping you onto your back to kiss you before letting himself collapse beside you, holding you close as you both caught your breath.
It was a while before you recovered enough to speak.
“Jesus, that was…”
“Mm?” He hummed, eyes closed as he buried his face in your hair.
“Intense.”
“Mm.”
“Are you okay?”
He pulled away slightly, only enough to look at you. He put a hand on your cheek, giving you a sleepy smile as he placed a gentle kiss upon your lips.
“More than okay, my love.” He murmured against your lips, eyes closed.
“Your love?” You asked, soft humor in your tone. He pulled away to look at you with an exasperated expression.
“I just let you order me around for two hours.”
“You asked me to.”
“Yes, I did. Do you think I would’ve asked that of someone I wasn’t in love with?”
Oh. In love with? Your lips parted, then shut when you realized you had no idea what to say.
So you kissed him.
From the way he kissed you back, you knew he caught your meaning.