Song: Doja Cat - shine.

Imagine; you're Loki's fiancé, Thor knows this but he keeps flirting with you, Loki ends up dragging you away.

Smut again... I think..

Okay so the reason that those smut updates are so slow is because even though I'm an adult (19), I still need time to write shot like this because I keep switching between Pinterest and wattpad because I feel awkward writing this, but I hope I'm getting better..

So here you go!

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'I don't know it's just...I wish he would show me more affection at times...it's selfish I know...'

'Not at all..' Thor starts to smirk as a plan creeps up in his mind.

'Thor...what are you doing?' You chuckle as he spins you around the dance floor, in a little more suggestive way than you anticipated with him.

'Dancing with my favourite princess...' he wiggles his eyebrows and you let out a laugh again.

'You do know I'm engaged right?'

'Of course...I just do not care...' he replies and you frown at him. 'What are you trying to accomplish?'

'We'll see y/n...Loki is very jealous by nature, if you touch anything that is his, it drives him mad, insane even...'

'And How is this helping both our cases?'

'Who says I'm doing this for me?' He asks and at that time you get snatched away by Loki, he grabs your arm and drags you away from the party.

'Thank me later!' He yells after you.

'Ow!, Loki!' You scold but he won't let go until you're standing in your shared room.

As soon as the door is closed and locked, you find yourself being shoved against it by Loki. He looks furious.

'What do you think you're doing?' He harshly grabs your chin.

'I-i was just dancing...' you reply innocently, a smirk creeping onto his face.

'My oaf of a brother wants you all to himself...you're mine...' he moves close to your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

He has never been this dominant before, but you're not complaining now, this is exactly what you wanted, for him to be a little more rough with you. You love the sweet and gentle side but sometimes it's just not enough.

You also normally wouldn't be too into the idea of him claiming you, like an object. But for now you'll allow it, just because you feel this ache in between you legs only he'll be able to make go away.

'Then make me yours...' you pant out desperate.

Before you can register if, his mouth is moving against yours at a steady rhythm. His body pressing yours further against the door.

His hands move up and down your body, he loves his hands up the slits of your dress, it's like he's searching for something.

'No undergarments?' He teases. 'My my y/n...'

'The lines are visible through the dress...' you reply.

Loki tears himself away from you, he pulls you with him to the counter with the large mirror, bending you over it after shoving most of it off.

You stare at him in the mirror, a wide smile on his face, you look at yourself, god he hasn't even done so much and you're already a panting, writhing mess.

He kisses your shoulders, moving down as he pulls the straps down, as he goes lower, he pulls the right dress down with him until he taps your legs, signalling you to step out of it.

You expect him to pop up in the mirror again, but when he doesn't you start to get suspicious. You yelp when you suddenly feel his tongue come in contact with your womanhood.

Your wobble on your legs, trying to hold onto anything to keep your balance. It feels so damn good.

It's not like he hasn't done this before, so it's not a completely new feeling, but something about it is different, he is determined to make you cum in the next few seconds.

'L-Loki...I can't...fuck...' you try to keep the bubble from popping. You try to hold back but he isn't having any of it.

His skilful tongue gets replaced with his fingers,  thrusting deep inside hitting that special spot over and over again.

You moan out, trying to keep eye contact with Loki. He's just grinning from ear to ear.

'You want to let go don't you?'

'Yes!, yes please!' You beg, your throat raw.

'Then let go love...' he hasn't even fully said it or your knees buckle from the immense pleasure washing over you.

Loki firmly holds onto your hips to keep you from falling off. You lay your head down on the cold marble underneath you, catching your breath.

'Oh you think I'm done with you?' He chuckles as he sucks on your neck, making you moan in response.

You hear the jingle of his belt, you smile at the thought of what happens next. He undies his pants just so his member is free from its straining position.

He looks into the mirror, trying to get a glimpse of your face to try and find any sign of discomfort, but when there isn't any, he slowly pushes in.

You stiffen and squeeze your eyes shut tightly. Every muscle in your body tended at the intrusion. He's just hung like a horse.

'I will never get tired of you, you know that?' He groans as he feels you squeezing around him.

You hum, unable to form a coherent reply to him, he knows you'll need a moment, even though he's trying to be all mad and dominant, he will never intently hurt you like this. It's not torture, it's passion.

'Move...please..' you gasp out and he follows your command.

He slowly starts moving in and out until the pain subsides, your pained whimpers turning into pleasures groans. The most beautiful sound in the galaxy according to Loki.

'F-faster...I need...I need more...' you pant, feeling him abusing your g-spot.

His pace grows almost animalistic when he hears you whimper for more. 'Not going to last love..' he groans.

'Me neither..'

He braces himself by laying a hand on the marble right next to your head, your hands finds his and you weave your fingers through his.

'Fuck Loki!' You yell out, coil snapping.

The contrast of his leather attire against your naked back makes your second orgasm ripple through your already spend frame, the way you squeeze him impossibly tighter, triggers his own sweet release. He cums deep inside you with a growl of your name.

You lay there, trying to catch your breath just as Loki. This may have not been your plan but if you knew this was the outcome all along, then you would've done this sooner, Thor was right, you'd definitely have to thank him.

You feel yourself gently being pulled up to sit on the counter. You can't sit up, you're so tired.

So you lazily wrap your arms around his neck while your face falls in the crook of his neck. Making him smile down at you.

'At this rate...you will get me pregnant before we get married Loki...' you grin.

'Now I wouldn't be so opposed to that idea...' he replies.

'You don't have to be jealous Loki...I'm yours...I wouldn't go around when I have you right here...'

'I know that...I just...my brother tried to take everything away from me, has for his whole life...not that I care but you...you're the only thing that makes me happy and if he takes that away then-'

You press your lips against his before laying a hand on his cheek.

'You think I have the energy to be taken away?, you tired me out...'

'I'm sorry if I was rough, did I hurt you?'

You chuckle, making him frown at you.

'Leave it to you to be a dominant god and still worry about me, even during...don't think that I didn't notice...' you reply.

'I love you...' he whispers.

'I love you more...'