Under the Tension of Hate (Loki/Fem!Reader)
Word Count: 3.3k
Warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!! angst, language, teasing, masturbation, nipple play, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, face riding, hate sex, angry sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), vaginal sex, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, light degradation, choking, slight dom/sub themes (with reader on top)
Pairings: Loki/Reader
Key: 🎭💣💋🔞♀️
Summary: You have a sex dream about the one person you hate the most, creating confusion and uncertainty in your heart.
A/N: OMG I started writing this in September and I literally just finished it ahhhhhhh. This took way longer than I wanted it to but at least it's finally done. Also, I was gonna make the ending angsty, but I decided to go for fluffy instead cuz I'm a sap. Sorry for not posting in forever. Hopefully this Loki smut makes up for it! Thank you as always for interacting with my fics, it gives me life!
“I hate you,” the words leave your mouth, dripping with a carefully constructed venom as you glare daggers at Loki. He makes an inexplicable anger boil in your gut and you can’t figure out exactly why. All you know is that your heart always beats a little faster when he’s around and it pisses you off.
“No, you don’t,” he smirks, eyes glowing mischievously as he circles you like a predator would their prey.
“You don’t know anything,” you spit back, trying to ignore your rising body heat when he steps closer. You chalk it up to rage, trying to ignore the way his light chuckle makes your heart skip a beat.
“I know more than you think,” he closes the distance between you and reaches out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. There is a tenderness in his eyes when he looks at you and it only makes your anger rise.
You back up and turn away from him, letting out a low growl. You refuse to let him have power over you.
“Fuck you,” you say, but your voice lacks any real conviction and you mentally curse yourself for it.
“If you insist,” his voice has a teasing lilt and you whirl around to yell at him, but he is a lot closer than you expected him to be.
You try to back away, only to hit a wall, Loki slowly stalking closer to you, his eyes dark and intense as he seems to peer right into your soul. When he reaches you, he places both hands on the wall next to your head, closing you in, his hot breath fanning across your face. Heat rises to your cheeks as you fight the urge to rub your thighs together, unable to deny the way his presence sends a needy jolt right to your core.
“You’re infuriating,” you manage to whisper as you avoid his gaze, attempting to slow your racing heart and steady your ragged breathing.
“And yet you love it,” he retorts, and you have to bite back a moan as he presses his body against yours.
“No, I don’t” you say, chest heaving and voice strained, trying to deny your arousal.
“Tell that to the throbbing between your legs,” he lifts his thigh, letting it rub against your clothed core to accentuate his point. This time, you can’t help the whimper that escapes your throat, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders.
“Whatever, I still hate you, Loki,” he laughs, low and dark, and it sends a pleasant shiver down your spine.
“You keep telling yourself that,” he replies, leaning his head down to kiss your neck as you begin to move your hips against his muscular thigh.
His mouth trails down to your collarbone, sucking and biting into the soft flesh until you’re sure he’ll leave bruises, but right now, you hardly care. One of his hands moves to lightly tug on your hair, angling your neck for better access. You lean into his touch, feeling him smirk as you let out a wanton moan, and rub yourself faster on him.
Just as you’re about to cum, a loud beeping invades your senses, tearing you out of the dream.
Your eyes slowly flutter open and you sit up. Reaching over, you shut off your alarm, trying to understand what the hell that was all about. Where did that come from? You really do despise Loki, so why were you having a sex dream about him? And why did it feel so good?
You shake your head and get out of bed, throwing on a fresh pair of clothes as you try to push the dream to the back of your mind. You have more important things to worry about.
You make your way down to the kitchen, stretching your arms and letting out a loud yawn, eager to get some food in your belly. You arrive rather quickly, immediately going over to the cabinet to find something suitable for breakfast. Unsurprisingly, Steve is already seated at the counter, drinking his morning coffee.
“Good morning,” he says, greeting you with a smile.
“Morning,” you reply, returning the gesture as you continue to search for sustenance.
You finally find what you’re looking for, but it’s a little too high up for you to reach. Determined, you stand on your tippy toes and extend your arm as far as it will go, grunting at the effort. Just as you are about to climb onto the counter, an arm reaches up past you, grabbing the item you were so desperately trying to get and offering it to you.
“Here,” Loki’s voice sends an involuntary shiver down your spine and you snatch the item out of his hand.
“I could’ve gotten it myself,” you say, refusing to even look at him.
“You’re welcome,” he replies, a hint of amusement in his tone, making you groan in frustration. You do your best to ignore him, focusing instead on preparing your meal, but you can feel his eyes boring into you, his presence saturating the room and invading your every sense. Eventually, you turn to face him.
“Can I help you?” your tone is harsh, but Loki seems completely unbothered, regarding you with that infuriating smirk of his.
“What’s got you so worked up? Bad dreams?” he teases, a knowing look in his eye, and you visibly tense.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I did have bad dreams last night,” you cross your arms over your chest and glare at him, which only makes his smile grow wider as he steps closer.
“Really? What about?” his voice is still laced with mirth and you attempt to make yourself taller.
“None of your business. Now could you leave me alone so I can make my breakfast?” with a huff, you turn back around and continue to work on your meal, but Loki refuses to yield.
“Now why would I do that when you’re my main source of entertainment?” he speaks directly into your ear, causing you to jump involuntarily. He laughs, clearly delighted by your reactions, and you whip around to face him again.
“I’m not in the mood,” you growl, poking his chest with your finger. He takes a step back, that smile still ever present on his face, and studies you intently.
“Is that so? What a shame. And here I thought we were having fun,” he tilts his head to the side and sticks out his bottom lip in an overexaggerated pout. You roll your eyes.
“There is no ‘we’, just you and your stupid games,”
“You seem to be participating, though. That makes you a player, does it not?” he regards you curiously, waiting for your response, and you sigh deeply, shaking your head in disdain.
“I hate you,” you mutter under your breath as you turn back around to finish your task.
“No, you don’t” he replies, and you freeze, surprised at both the fact that he heard you and that those are the exact words he said in your dream.
You can feel him watching you, waiting for a reaction, so you choose to instead remain silent as you work, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reply. It proves rather difficult, though, with the suffocating weight of his gaze compelling trembles to ripple over your flesh. Despite the discomfort, you do your best to ignore him, and with a bit of effort, you finally finish preparing your breakfast.
Not even giving him a passing glance, you quickly make your way to the dining room. You settle into one of the plush seats surrounding the large glass table and begin devouring your meal. Lucky for you, it seems Loki must have grown bored of teasing you, so you are able to eat in relative peace.
Once you finish, you clean up your mess and decide a shower will help relieve some of the remaining tension from your encounter. You haven’t been able to stop thinking about that dream, and seeing as you woke up before you could reach your peak, you’re in desperate need of release. The fact that Loki is the one making you feel all this infuriates you to no end, but right now, you’re too horny to care.
***
Finally in the privacy of your bathroom, you swiftly remove your clothing and hop into the shower, reveling in the feeling of warm water cascading over your form. As you wash your body, you remember the details of the dream, and one hand glides down your stomach, digits brushing delicately over your clit.
Your eyes flutter shut as you lean your head back. You let out a soft sigh of satisfaction, pressing a little harder and slowly moving your fingers in circles. With your free hand, you grab your breast and squeeze slightly, pinching the nipple every once in a while as you continue to work towards your climax.
An involuntary gasp of Loki’s name passes your lips as you slide one finger inside, continuing to rub your clit with your thumb as you find that sweet spot deep within you. Picking up the pace, you bite your lip in an attempt to stifle your wanton moans as you rub faster, feeling an orgasm rapidly approaching. Just as you are about to crash over the edge, a sultry voice makes you stop in your tracks.
“And here I thought you hated me,”
Your eyes snap open and you instantly try to cover yourself as you prepare to scream at the intruder. All words fly out the window, though, as you realize who it is.
Loki stands in front of the shower, steamy glass the only thing separating the two of you as he stares at you with dark, lust blown eyes. A tiny part of you is embarrassed, but that feeling is pushed to the back of your mind as an infuriatingly heady thirst takes center stage.
Without thinking, you throw the shower door open and pull him in with you, crashing your lips against his. With a flash of green, he is completely naked too, and you use the opportunity to run your hands over his shoulders before harshly pushing him against the wall.
"That's twice now you've kept me from orgasming," you growl, grabbing his hair and ruthlessly tugging it, forcing his head back. A low chuckle escapes him.
"Is that so? When was the first?" He smirks, chest heaving and cheeks flushed.
With a frustrated snarl, you roughly release him, letting his head fall against the tile as you turn away from him. You bury your face in your hands and sigh, fighting the urge to scream.
"You're infuriating," as soon as the words leave your mouth, you realize that it's more dialogue directly from your dream.
"And yet-"
"Don't," you cut off Loki's next words, knowing exactly what he was going to say.
You turn to face him again as a realization dawns on you, eyes going wide as you meet his gaze.
"It was you!" Raising a finger to point at him accusingly, you start putting the pieces together.
"I'm afraid you'll have to elaborate," he replies, but the smug look on his face tells you that he already knows exactly what you're talking about.
"My dream!" You exclaim, heat flaring up within you at the memory.
"What dream?" He tilts his head to the side, feigning innocence.
"Don't play dumb!" You stalk toward him and grab his hair again, giving it a brutal wrench. He sucks in a breath, all joking gone from his expression as it turns to one of submission.
"Okay, yes, I may have altered your dream a touch," he admits, blushing like a schoolboy.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You can't just go messing around in people's heads!"
"Well, it wouldn't have worked if you didn't want it to. I can't completely control someone's mind. I just planted a seed, your imagination did the rest,"
"Liar! I would never want something like that!" You practically scream, but uncertainty begins to blossom in your racing heart.
"Are you sure about that?" His voice comes out barely above a whisper, dark eyes focused on your lips, and all logical thoughts burn away with the intense heat of your carnal desire.
"Fuck it," you say, before kissing him with bruising force, using his hair to angle him right where you want.
His hands immediately come to rest on your hips, squeezing and kneading at the flesh as you feverishly move your lips against his. He pulls you flush to his chest, his erection pressing into your belly, and you moan into his mouth. You grind on him, desperate for more friction.
"See? You have to like me at least a bit to kiss me like that," Loki quips against your mouth, making you pull away to look at him. You emit a guttural sound and wrap your hand around his throat.
"I'd like you a lot more if you shut up," you put a slight pressure on your grip and he blushes as a lewd cry escapes him at the feeling.
"Better yet," you say, an idea taking form in your head, "why don't you put that mouth to good use,"
"What did you have in mind?" He whimpers and you release your hold on his neck, moving your hands to his shoulders, slowly pushing him to his knees. He obediently complies.
"Make me cum," you say, spreading your legs as you tug on his raven locks, eliciting a delicious groan from the god.
"As you wish," he says breathlessly, before leaning forward and burying his face in your aching sex.
He wastes no time, immediately getting to work as he licks and sucks at your most sensitive parts. You grunt in satisfaction, bucking your hips up as you begin to ride his face, his skilled tongue working in tandem with your movements. He lets out a low, hungry growl, sending pleasurable vibrations right to your core.
Loki eagerly follows your lead while you guide his head to all the right spots. He slides his hand up your thigh, teasing your dripping folds with his slender fingers before slipping one inside, and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. You feel him smirk against your clit, so you roughly tug his curls to remind him who’s in charge, but then he adds another finger and you almost collapse from the intense pleasure.
“Oh fuck!” you exclaim as he pumps his digits in and out, slowly picking up the pace. Then, he closes his lips around your sensitive bud, sucking hard, and your orgasm slams into you with potent force. He helps you ride it out all the way before pulling back to look up at you through hooded eyes.
An involuntary whine leaves you at the sight of him - on his knees, face glistening with your release, expression submissively blissed out - and you could cum again from the view alone.
"On your feet," you say suddenly, and he immediately stands up. In this moment, you realize just how much taller he is than you, and a new wave of arousal flows through your body at the thought.
You swap places with him and lean against the wall, looking up at him with hazy eyes before saying:
"Fuck me,"
He lets out a feral groan and pushes you roughly into the tile, pressing his mouth against yours with reckless abandon. His hands roam your form, squeezing at the supple flesh, and your body reacts to his every touch.
You let out a small sigh at the taste of your own release on his tongue, savoring every graze of his palms over the curves of your figure.
Suddenly, he leans back to look at your face, a serious expression on his own.
“If I’m to have you, I’d prefer a bed,” his eyes search yours and you can’t help but laugh. He regards you quizzically and you speak between your giggles.
“That’s what you’re worried about right now?” you say, but after a quick look around, you find yourself agreeing. “Okay, you might be right,”
With that, he teleports the both of you to what you can only assume is his bedroom. You don’t even have a chance to look around before his mouth is on yours again, his long tongue swiping your bottom lip as if asking for permission. You gladly grant him access and commence a battle for dominance, one you quickly win.
You guide him back towards the bed, hands exploring every inch of his body, until finally, you reach down to grip his hardened member. He groans into your mouth, bucking his hips against your palm. You smirk, pulling away to peer at him, noting his acquiescent expression.
“Are you gonna be a good boy for me?” you say, stroking him slowly.
“Yes, please, I’ll do anything,” he pants, and a wicked thought forms in your mind.
“Anything?”
“Yes, anything,”
A satisfied sigh escapes your lips and you push him onto the mattress, moving to stand over him. He leans back on his hands and watches you intently, studying your every move.
“Lay down,” you instruct and he quickly readjusts himself. You climb onto his lap and straddle him, setting yourself on his stomach, just above his erection. He starts to reach for you, but you slap his hands away.
“No touching,” you say firmly and he whines, but after giving him a pointed look, he obeys. “Good boy,” you continue, slowly running your hands over his chest, enjoying the way he whimpers. It is clear that he is struggling not to touch you, hands curled into fists as they grip the bed sheets.
Your fingers wander further up until they reach his neck. You gently wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze, feeling him buck his hips as a strained sob sounds from within.
“You like that?” you ask, and he nods as best as he can from his position, a wonderful blush dusting his cheeks.
You press harder and grind against him, feeling a mix of his precum and your own release between your thighs.
“Such a pathetic plaything, getting off on me choking you,” you practically moan as you use your free hand to position his member so you can slide down onto it. Both of you let out a pleased cry at the relief of the sensation, and you continue to drop down until you are fully seated on his cock.
Keeping one hand on his throat, you use the other to brace yourself on his chest as you begin to move, slowly working yourself towards your second climax.
“Please,” he chokes out and you loosen your grip slightly in order to let him speak. “Let me touch you,” you think on it for a moment before quickly coming to a decision.
“No,” you say, slamming down on him particularly hard and gripping his neck with more force than before. He lets out a delightful noise and writhes underneath you. You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, and with the way his cock twitches inside you, you know he’s close too. Increasing your speed, you put more pressure on his throat and say, “Cum for me,”
Just as the words leave your mouth, he explodes inside of you, filling you up as you reach your own high. You ride it out to the end before collapsing on his chest, both of you panting heavily as you try to catch your breath.
A long moment passes as you feel him soften inside of you. Once you’ve gained back a little energy, you gently remove yourself from his lap and stand.
“Where are you-” Loki starts, but you quickly cut him off.
“To finish my shower. We might as well get cleaned up, right?” you say, extending a hand to him in a silent invitation to join you. He smiles and gets up, walking over to you and lacing your fingers together as you both make your way to the bathroom.
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