About: Loki invites you to his room to watch a film together. When you open his drawer for a bottle of water, you find quite the surprise. Will that be the solution to the sexual tension between you guys? 

Warning: dominant Loki

It had been raining all day, so going outside wasn't an option. You sat in the kitchen, sipping your favourite kind of tea while chatting with Natasha when your best friend just happened to walk in. 

Loki smiled at you, and immediately went to roam the cupboards for some sweets. You rolled your eyes, a hint of a grin spreading across your face. Natasha was mid-sentence when he interrupted her, popping a pop corn into his mouth. 

"Y/N? Do you want to watch a film with me?" His eyes slid to Natasha as she nodded. "Alone. With me?" he stressed. 

"Yeah, sure," you said, fiddling with your hands underneath the table as you glanced at Natasha. 

"It's fine," she assured. "I'll go and find Bruce, or something." She rubbed your hair, stood up from her chair and left the kitchen, leaving you alone with the God. He smirked. 

"That was unnecessarely rude," you told him. "Do you have crisps?" In response, Loki held up a bag of salt chips, raising an eyebrow. 

"These good?" he asked, already knowing it were your favourite. You nodded. "Alright, let's go to my room. Spend time together on the bed... and stuff." He swallowed awkwardly. "I meant, on my bed, no, wait-" 

You chuckled. 

"I understand, it's fine," you assured. "Every thing else coming out of your mouth is dirty so don't worry about it now." A grin tucked at his lips and he rolled his eyes. 

"Not everything, come on," he whined as he guided you out of the kitchen, one hand supporting your lower back. You rose an eyebrow. 

"No, what about that time you were flirting with the waitress at that restaurant? Or the time you taunted me about my-" 

"Okay, okay, let's just go to my room and Netflix, okay?" he said. You snickered, cursing your dirty mind. "Shut up." 

"I didn't say anything," you defended, throwing your hands up in defence and stealing a popcorn along the way. 

You sat on Loki's bed, the sheets felt heavenly soft beneath your palms while Loki was putting on the film on his TV. When the soundtrack came on, he sat back on his heels and adjusted the pilows near the headboard. He shifted on the mattress and pulled you down along with him. 

The first scene started playing and Loki subtly snaked a hand around your waist. You obliged and went to rest your head on his shoulder, secretly inhaling his scent, while he inhaled - not so secretly - the peachy scent of your hair. 

The sound of his breathing was soothing, almost lulling you to sleep. But the movements of his hands were keeping you awake, on edge even. Your eyes followed his every move, how they delicately picked out a popcorn, brought it to his mouth with a dainty move and placed it on his tongue and on top of that, licked the honey off his lean fingers with his silver tongue. 

A tongue you would like to feel on your - 

A blush crept up your cheeks as Loki stilled his movements and looked at you, and you quickly focused again on the screen in front of you. His demeanor was smug. 

"Do you want one?" he asked, that voice soft like silk. You simply nodded, and he singled out a popcorn for you, dripping with honey. You swallowed when he brought it closer to your mouth, to the point it touched your lips. You opened your mouth. 

Your breath hitched when he placed in on your tongue, his fingers brushed against your lower lip and then he retreated them. You almost let your guard slip as a moan threatened to spill over your lips, but you didn't. Embarrassed, you looked at the TV again. 

He kept on teasing the hell out of you. How he sucked at his fingers until they were clean, only to dip them into the honey again and to it all over again. You were slowly going insane - and thirsty. 

"Uhm, Loki?" you asked, looking up at him. He smirked. 

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, running a hand through his messy locks. 

"Did you bring any water?" He looked around at the snacks on the nightstand, but there was not a glimpse of something to drink. 

"No, but there is one in the nightstand on your side if I'm not mistaken," he said, loosening his grip on you so you could move. You shifted on the mattress, and opened the drawer of the nightstand. "Oh, no wait-" Loki rushed, but it was too late. 

You bursted out laughing. 

Oh, now it was time for him to be embarressed. 

"Y/N, I can explain," he said with wide eyes. You giggled. 

"Why do you need a dildo?" you asked while grabbing the toy and swinging it in front of his face.

 His cheeks redened and he grew speechless for awhile. You ignored him, quite satisfied with your new discovery. "What do you use this for?" You took out a pair of handcuffs. "Jeez, Lokes, that's one kinky nightstand. It this where you keep your stuff?" 

You chuckled. 

"Put it away," he said, face as red as a lobster. He tried to pry the handcuffs from you, but you already put them on one of your wrists. 

"Have you used this?" you asked, curious for answers. You couldn't lie, this side of him, you really liked it. He grabbed a pillow and placed it on top of his lap. 

"No, I haven't," he explained, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear, some of the redness leaving his face. He bit his lip. 

"Then why do you have it?" you asked, falling back on the mattress and putting the other cuff around your wrist with a huge smile. He shrugged, a hint of a smirk visible on his face. 

"Just for when the occasion strikes." He smiled at you, and it wasn't really friendly. More like a smile that said you-are-going-to-regret-finding-out-about-my-secret. 

"What occasion?" 

He settled over your body, suddenly straddling your hips and your breath caught in your throat. He yanked at the cuffs and held your hands above your head and suddenly you were breathing quicker than you'd like. 

"Something like this. Especially with you, dear," he rasped. He leaned in slowly, until his lips brushed against your ear. "Do you trust me?" 

Your stomach did a backflip and your heart raced. You nodded. 

"I fantasized about this," he admitted darkly, his fingers brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear. You gazed up in his eyes, breath hitching as he conjured a dagger. 

"What-" 

"Hush, I hope you're not to fond of what you're wearing right now," he mused, as the dagger slit the straps of your dress. He threw the weapon away, dragging his nails across your collarbone, making you squirm. 

Your eyes closed without your permisson as his hands slid over your chest, taking the leftovers from your dress along with it, the fabric slithered off your legs. He hummed approvingly, making quick work of removing his own clothing, but much to your disappointment, his trousers stayed on - for now. 

He then unhooked your bra and discarded it, but paused at your lace panties. 

"Are you okay with this?" he questioned, tracing the band of your panties. You arched against him, and let your legs fall open. 

"Yes," you almost whined, regretting you put the handcuffs on - you wanted to touch him. You could hear the excitement ringing in your ear, as he softly rubbed you through the thin material. A soft pant rolled over your lips and you lifted your hips towards him when he retreated his hand. 

Oh, how you would love to flip him over and ride him. You wanted him inside you, cock jerking and his cum filling you. 

"You know, Y/N, clearly, I'm not the only one with a dirty mind," he spoke smugly, his fingers hooked in the band of your panties and he slowly slid them down your legs, at a torturously slow pace. "Although your thoughts are quite a tempting offer." 

He finally removed your underwear and was quick to throw them across the room. 

He bent down until his face was inches from your, his breath tickles your cheeks until at last, his lips found yours. Your heart leapt out of your chest and you kissed him  with passion, slowly, considerate while emotions inside you stirred the coil in your stomach. You moaned against his lips. 

His tongue plunged into your mouth, exploring every inch of you while you writhed beneath him. He dominated the kiss with such fierce and it made you dizzy. 

Your breath hitched when his hand traced your collarbone, slowly going south, taking his time to caress your breasts, giving them all the attention they required - and more. You moaned out his name, his hand glided through your dark curls until they paused at your slit. You moaned shamelessly and raised your hips. 

His fingers tested the small opening, teasing, but never fully dipping inside. You growled out in frustration, hands balling into fists. He chuckled and withdrew them completely. You were about to protest when his voice stopped you. 

"I think you asked me why I had this?" He held up the dildo, turning the device on. You threw your head back and bit your lip. But the pleasure never came. You whined, the heat in your stomach needed to be tamed. 

"Loki, I - Please-" He then shoved the toy halfway inside you, making you moan. Your eyes rolled back in their sockets and you bit your lip to try and stay as quiet as you could. Loki settled down over you, pinning your hands above your head once again - with force. You breathed fast, as he slowly moved the toy inside you. You could already feel your walls clamping down on it. His other hand abandoned your hands and cupped your cheek rather harsh. 

"Look at me," he ordered. You opened your tightly squeezed eyes, trying to focus on him as the pleasure was releasing all your inhibitions. You looked in those mesmerizing emerald irises. "I'm going to make you come with this." You whined, at lost for words, hoping your eyes told him how much you needed to be touched, how much you needed to come right now. 

He withdrew the toy slightly, then started to pump it in and out of you with purpose. It hid you deep, and rubbed you on that spot that made you see stars. You moaned and arched against him. 

"That's it, come for me, Y/N." Your walls clamped down on the device, your voice cut out - the coil in your stomach tightened deliciously as a heat you've never felt before spread through your body like fire. You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking violently as you came around it, legs spasmed. 

You were panting hard, moaning as you finally came down from your high. 

Loki dragged his hand up your thigh and pulled the toy out with an obscene wet sound that made you blush. You bit your bottom lip. 

Loki licked his lips. 

"You're beautiful when you come," he mentioned, hands on his belt. His fingers pried at the belt and he slowly unzipped his trousers. Your lips parted as you watched him, hands still above your head, caught in the cuffs, with your legs spread wide with him kneeling in between them. "Seeing you like that, it has me all hot and bothered." 

You gave him a faint smile. 

Once he got rid of his trousers and underwear, you licked your lips, perhaps growing a little anxious when you saw his size. He bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead and took a hold of your cuffed hands, he clicked them open and threw the handcuffs aside. 

His eyes locked with his, and there was a moment when you stared in each other's eyes. In the comfortable silence, his lips found yours once again, lips caressing one another. You complemented each other perfectly. 

Panting, he leaned back, licking his lips. 

"I'm going to make love to you now," he whispered hoarsly. He had you melting like hot chocolate when one hand tangled in your hair while the other tucked under your lower back to pull you closer to him. Your breath quivered and you brought your hands closer to his face and kissed him. 

A few minutes you kissed, but as he started grinding into your thigh, they just rested against each other. He moaned as the tip of his cock pushed past your slit, he didn't push in further, relising in the pleasure it sparked through him. 

Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to go on. He moaned and rested his forehead against yours, sliding in further, all the way to the hilt. Moaning in unison, his hands dug into your hip. Goosebumps appeared all over your body as the same heat spread through you like a wildfire. 

You pulled him closer and kissed him, moaning out when he started sliding out again and back in. You wrapped your legs around his hips and matched his thrust as he deliberately pumped. 

"You feel so good," you whispered against his lips, hand cupping his ass to pull him closer. He groaned and fastened the pace, making you squirm beneath him. "Make me come," you begged, placing a tender kiss on his lips. 

With a fierce growl he started thrusting in earnest, each thrust had a purpose and had you arching against him. Your stomach churned in the best way possible and you could feel your body stiffening. 

His lips found the spot on your neck that made you weak; he sucked and bit down lightly and soothed out the sting with his dalliance tongue. 

His rapid breathing filled your ears and you arched against him, moaning and spasming. He groaned as you fluttered around him. You felt him jerk inside you, telling you he was close. 

"Loki!" 

He moaned as you tightened around him, both of you came, you realized from a distance as the pleasure wrecked your body. The heat spun around you like a tightrope, holding you hostage until you came down from your orgasm. 

Loki was already looking at; and he never looked at you the way he did now. He blinked, snapped out of his daze. The dazzeling heat between the two of you remained as your lips collided until nightfall.