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The God of Party Planning

Loki Laufeyson/Fem Reader Smut 18+

Summary: Loki has been going out with his favorite girl for a short time. When he hears that her birthday is coming up he helps her best friend, Natasha, plan a surprise party for her. All this time spent with Natasha gives Loki’s girlfriend the wrong idea as she accuses him of being unfaithful. This leads to arguments and eventually, fluffy makeup sex.

Warnings/Notes: SMUT 18+ ONLY!! Unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), birthday sex, angst and misunderstandings. Reader is mean to Loki for a little bit but she has a good reason. Loki is emotional in this one.

Word count: 6.2k

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After one more passionate kiss, she said goodbye to her date and closed the door to her room. Loki had just taken her on the most romantic date she had been on in her life. He took her to a beautiful rooftop restaurant, that he completely bought out so they would be alone. They were both in the spotlight, she was the newest member of the avengers and Loki… Well, he was popular for many wrong reasons. She saw through all of that, however, and continued to pursue a romantic relationship with him. Even with the protest from the other avengers.

The relationship was new, so new that they haven't even had sex yet. Neither of them have had a functional relationship in years, actually, their whole life. Currently, she was enjoying the fantasy romance with stolen kisses in secret corners. However, Loki was attractive, insanely attractive, and she could only put off her urges for so long before she would go insane. He couldn’t help that he had pure sex appeal dripping from every pore on his flawless face.

She took off her shoes and undid the halter top of her black, knee length dress, exposing her breasts in the process. Her nipples were pebbling from the perverse thoughts of the god of mischief. They shared a prolonged makeout session on the other side of the door only seconds ago, the feeling of his lips still burning on hers. The ghost-like feeling of his hands wandering her body remained. And her now discarded dress still held his warmth from how close he was to her.

Laying down on the bed, facing the ceiling, her soft hand trailed down to her panties. Her fingers slipped underneath the waistband, teasing herself in the process. She imagined Loki above her, kissing her, touching her, pleasuring her. What would his hands feel like as they explored her bare skin? They were rough, yet somehow gentle at the same time. She noticed the first time he took her hand in his as he brought it to his delicate lips. Ooh his lips~ she imagined how they would look kissing down her body, sucking her nipples and kissing her clit. She played with her pussy as her imagination went wild, the drug that was Loki intoxicating her mind and body.

Little did she know, Loki was doing exactly the same. After he rushed back to his room in the tower, two floors beneath hers, he immediately tore off his tie. Their makeout session had made his dick unbearably hard beneath his trousers. He didn’t even bother taking off all of his clothes as he crashed onto his own bed, green silken sheets giving out underneath his frame as he slipped himself from his pants. His cock bobbed to attention, craving the touch of the very woman he fantasized about, at the moment, however, his hand would have to do. Lubricating his shaft with the sticky bead of precum that leaked from his tip, he began to stroke himself. He recalled their date, her precious laugh that would come out whenever Loki told a joke or an embarrassing story about Thor when they were kids that made him feel like he just hit a home run. And that dress, damn her for wearing that while sitting across from him. He thought about how easy it would be to undo the knot at her neck and reveal her perfect breasts to him. He wanted her, all of her, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could take this torture.

So why wait? Why would they torture themselves like this? It’s simple really, they loved the thrill of the chase. The more that they tortured themselves by distancing themselves from each other, the more rewarding the end result would be, or so they thought. It wouldn’t take much longer for them to break anyway, it could be any day now.

The next day, Loki sat in the shared living room in the tower. He normally wouldn’t, but it was actually peaceful right now. The only other people in the room were Steve and Natasha, and they were busy doing their own things. Steve was going through files at the table and Natasha was lounging on the couch that was across from the chair Loki was sitting in, mindlessly scrolling on her phone. Loki read his book in silence, he didn’t mind company, as long as they were quiet. If Stark were to walk through the doors, then Loki would immediately get up to leave. But luckily he was on a different floor of the tower, working on his projects.

That silence was briefly broken by Steve making a comment as he held up a file.

“Huh, isn’t that next week?” He softly spoke to himself.

“What is?” Natasha asks from her place on the couch without looking up from her phone.

Steve muttered her name, causing Loki to turn his head, “It’s her birthday in a week.”

Loki’s heart fluttered, her birthday. He immediately began planning in his head. What would he get her?

For a brief moment, Loki seemed to forget that Natasha was her closest friend in the whole building as she jumped from her place on the couch.

“We have to throw a party for her!” She exclaims, “A surprise party!”

“It won’t be much of a surprise if you keep yelling.” Loki states while placing his book down.

“I don’t know Nat.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, placing the file down on the table, “She's still so new, wouldn’t it be weird? I mean, it would be Tony’s call anyway.”

Natasha saunters over to the blond man, “And Tony is always looking for an opportunity to drink. Let's give him one.” She places her hands on his shoulders, rubbing soft circles with her thumbs.

Loki rolled his eyes across the room, they were clearly doing stuff behind closed doors.

“I thought this was about her?” Loki reminds the redhead as he stands from the couch.

“It is, we just have to get Tony on board.” She tells him.

“Get Tony on board with what, exactly?” The billion dollar man himself asked as he walked into the living room.

Although Loki mentally stated earlier that he would leave the room if Tony were to walk in, the current conversation piqued his interest too much.

Natasha explains that her best friend’s birthday is in a week and she wants permission to use the ballroom and bar for a venue to throw a surprise party.

Stark pauses in thought, “You’re lucky I just got a new shipment of bottles in for the bar. If you put it together, then sure, I don’t care.” He answers before nonchalantly walking to the kitchen as if nothing happened.

“What? All by myself?” She whines.

“I only use my party planners for important events, not the new girl’s birthday party.” He pauses and looks at the empty coffee pot, “Hey, what is this? Rules are whoever finishes has to brew the next one, c’mon guys.” He angrily grabs the bag of coffee beans as Rogers attempts to hide his half finished cup of coffee.

“Fine, I don’t need your help anyway.” She goes to walk out of the room.

Loki does his best attempt at hiding his anger towards Stark, how dare he speak of her in such a way, like she means nothing. To Loki, she meant everything, and he was more than willing to prove that.

“Romanoff, wait,” He stops the angry Russian woman on her way out, “I’ll help you.”

Steve and Tony shoot him a weird look from across the room. Loki returns it with a cold glare.

Natasha smiles in realization, “Oh yeah, she told me you guys just started going out. Well, this should get you some good brownie points, if you know what I mean.” She winks as Steve rolls his eyes in disgust.

Loki, still being somewhat unfamiliar with ‘Midgardian phrases’ as he called them, didn’t know what she meant as he cocked his head in confusion. “Brownies? What does that have to do with anything?”

Natasha is the one to roll her eyes this time as she lets out a breathy laugh, “It’s a figure of speech, don’t worry about it. C’mon, we have a party to plan.” She grabs his wrist and pulls him behind her as she rushes out of the room.

Over the course of the next few days, Loki spent more time with Natasha as they planned the party. They were secretive, often hiding in a dark corner of the library or the empty ballroom so they could lay out where everything would go. Loki learned more about the girl as Natasha told him stories about missions they went on together, as well as embarrassing stories from drunken nights out on the town. He fell more in love with every word about her.

The day before the party that she was still none the wiser about, she lurked the hallaways, looking for her God. She had only seen him briefly within the past few days, he seemed busy, she wondered why. Surely the avengers didn't trust him with anything important, so what was he doing? Her upcoming birthday was the last thing on her mind as she searched for those raven curls.

Eventually, she found him, in a narrow corner of the library. She mentally kicked herself for not checking there first. Sneaking around a bookshelf, intending to surprise him, she saw Natasha, they were both clueless to her presence.

“Just please, make sure she doesn’t find out. I don’t want to ruin it.” Loki speaks quietly to the redhead, who nods in agreement.

The prying girl’s heart drops to her stomach, feeling as if she had been stabbed. How could he? With her best friend as well? She walked away quickly from the horrifying scene, her stomach churned and she felt like she would be sick.

She darted to her room and slammed the door, unable to hold it together for any longer. She fell to her knees, crying like a mad woman. No man was perfect, but Loki? He was so amazing, he had been hurt before, he opened up to her and she felt safe enough to do the same with him. It was all an illusion. What turned him away? Was it because she didn’t have sex with him? Perhaps he grew bored and impatient, moving on to the next available woman. She recalled his kisses, they were so sweet and genuine. It all didn’t matter in the end, he was the god of lies after all, what else did she expect?

And Natasha, how could she? Natasha knew that her best friend was in love with Loki, she had cautioned her many times, trying to convince her to avoid him because he was trouble. But, there she was, hiding with him in dark corners, just as Loki did with her before. Was it payback? Or maybe Natasha wanted him all this time.

She remained in her room for the rest of the day, wallowing in bed, feeling hollow. She thought about how she would confront Loki, and ultimately, break up with him. The thought nearly made her burst into tears once again, however, her eyes were too dry.

The next morning was a nightmare. After praying that what she saw was only a dream, she was pulled back into reality after a restless night of sleep. Dragging herself out of bed, she sulked to the bathroom. She really didn’t want to cry on her birthday, not that it was different than any other day at this point. Her eyes were puffy, cheeks stained with tears. Part of her couldn’t believe she had let a man tear her apart this much, but here she was. She put makeup on to hide her sorrow and brushed her tangled hair. The least she could do was treat herself.

She headed straight for the elevator to take her to the ground level, she hoped not to run into anyone. She didn’t want anyone to suspect anything was wrong, and as far as she knew, no one knew it was her birthday. Thankfully, the elevator remained vacant the whole way down. The tower was quieter than usual, she noticed immediately. Part of her wished that everyone left and she could have the place to herself, maybe she’d even go swimming in their pool later.

Spending the better part of her day in the city, buying coffee, shopping, and going to her favorite music store, she distracted herself. Even though she was doing all of her favorite things, she still felt numb. Nothing made her happy, nothing filled the void that Loki had left. Her last stop was a local bakery, where she picked up a small cake, big enough for her to pick at for the next few days. She had no intention of sharing, however.

The tower was still disturbingly silent when she returned, it sent a chill down her spine. She headed directly to her room. The door was locked, however, when she opened it she was greeted with a sight that she really did not want to see.

Loki stood there, he was worried. He walked straight to her, causing her to duck out of the way. She didn’t know what to say, she hadn’t figured that part out yet.

Loki raised an eyebrow as she went out of her way to avoid him. “Darling, where have you been? Why are you avoiding me?”

She placed the bag that contained the cake on her desk, rage filled her eyes as her back was turned to him. “I’ve been avoiding you? Don’t be ridiculous.” She scoffs.

“Tell me what's wrong, please.” He begged behind her.

She whipped around with tears in her eyes, the action causing Loki to slightly jump. “You want to know what's wrong, huh? You want to know why I’m avoiding you? C’mon Loki, I thought you were smart.” His hands reach out for her before she slaps them away, “You are nothing but the god of lies, I should have never gotten involved with you.”

Her words stabbed him and he didn’t even understand why she said them. Every action that he had done ran through his head as he panicked, he couldn’t recall doing anything wrong. “Darling, please, I don’t understand. Why are you saying these things?” He held his hands in front of him in surrender, tears began to prick his blue eyes.

“BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON ME, YOU BASTARD!” She yelled, pushing him aside as she tried to get away before he caught her wrist, holding her against him as she struggled. “Loki! Let go!”

“No! Not until you tell me where you heard these lies!” He growls.

“Heard? No. I saw you, I caught you” She spat with venom.

“When? With who? Stop fueling these delusions!”

She struggled even more against him as his hold persisted. Even with these overwhelming emotions, he held her softly so that he wouldn’t hurt her, his precious flower.

“Is this torture? You want me to tell you about your infidelity? Fuck you! I hate you!” She began to cry, her legs giving out beneath her. For the first time, she feared Loki, he was stronger, more powerful. He could do whatever he wanted, if he so pleased. Her body began to shake from fear and crying.

Loki went down with her, carefully sitting her on the floor with him. He held her against his chest, her actions were beginning to scare him as well. “Yes, because I have no idea what you are talking about. I just want you.” His voice cracked as he tried to reason with her.

She managed to speak in between broken sobs, “Natasha, I s-saw you two, in the l-library.”

Loki sighs, ‘That was what she saw.’ He thought. He loosens his grip on her, at this point however, she was too defeated to stand. “And what were we doing?” He asks.

“I don’t know.” She mumbled, shrugging her shoulders. “Talking.”

“Did you hear what we were saying?” He tries to get an answer out of her.

“I heard you say that you didn’t want me to find out about something, that you didn’t want to ruin ‘it’, whatever that is.” She shoots him a deadly glare as he begins to form a smile on his face.

“And, if I may ask, what did you assume we were talking about?”

“Your secret relationship, you didn’t want me to find out.” She mutters.

Loki gave her a smirk, pushing a stand of hair behind her ear, the action caused her to flinch slightly, still feeling untrustworthy toward the god. “I have always admired your imagination, darling. But, I’m afraid that it has done you wrong this time around.” She continued to glare at him, “What if I said I could prove you wrong?”

She scoffs sarcastically, “Wrong? How?”

“You want to know what we were really talking about?” He lets out a small grunt as he stands, offering her his hand, “I’ll show you, right now.”

The whole reason Loki was here in the first place was to bring her to the party downstairs. They were keeping everyone waiting, Loki hoped that they hadn't left by now. Sorting out this misunderstanding was more important anyway. He would rather die again than have her hate him.

Her look turns from anger to suspicion as she cautiously accepts his hand. He gently pulls her up with him. As he does so, she feels an electric, slightly cold feeling surrounding her. Her previous outfit disappeared as it was replaced with a black cocktail dress, adorned with small sparkles. She felt the weight of something on her head, she reached up to touch it. It was a tiara, small and dainty, but nevertheless beautiful.

“Happy Birthday, my love.” He brushes his knuckles against her cheek, admiring every feature of her face.

“H-how did you know?” She stutters in shock.

“I have my sources, now,” He offers his arm to her, “Shall we?”

Hand still shaking, she carefully accepts his arm. She had hope and was willing to give him one more chance. Loki led her to the elevator, she watched his long finger press the button for their intended floor. Her eyebrow raised in confusion, noticing that the floor he selected was the party room where Stark held most of his events. She began putting the pieces together as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

Her body jumped as she was greeted with a loud, simultaneous shout of “Surprise” from everyone there waiting for her. Her hands covered her mouth in shock, no one had ever done anything like this for her before as a small tear fell from her eyes. This time, it was a tear of happiness. Everyone went to greet her and wish her a happy birthday.

After the initial excitement of her presence died down and everyone went to talk in groups among themselves, she found Natasha. A pang of regret flowed through her, questioning how she came to such an extreme conclusion after seeing them together only once.

The redhead smiled and handed her a drink, “So, what do you think?” She asks.

“It’s amazing, I had no idea that you even knew when my birthday was.” The stunned woman replied as she scanned the room, admiring the decorations.

“Steve has a big mouth, he was going through files and he found yours.” She winks and takes a sip of her own drink.

The birthday girl lets out a silent ‘ah’ in realization, “Thank you, Nat.”

“Oh how I wish I could take all the credit.” She sighs overdramatically, “Loki did most of this actually, I just kind of gave him ideas. I'm sorry I tried to steer you away from him, he’s not as bad as I thought.” She admits and apologizes, causing her friend’s expression to drop which she immediately notices. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I feel awful. I accused Loki of doing something that he didn’t do. He probably hates me now.” She looks down at her drink, fingertips fidgeting with the glass.

“I don’t think that’s possible.” Natasha butts in.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because, he really, and I mean really, cares about you. Every second of our party planning he was stressing over what colors the decorations should be, the flavor of the cake, and just whether or not you would like the party.”

Natasha’s words made her feel even more guilty, she had to find Loki and apologize. However, she had noticed his lack of presence since she got off the elevator.

“Where is he?” She asks, looking around the room frantically for her raven haired god.

“I think I saw him walk out to the balcony.” Natasha points in the direction of his assumed location. The worried girl immediately made her way out to him before she heard Nat speak up again behind her, “Don’t be gone too long! You’ll be opening presents soon!”

She tuned out her best friend’s words, not caring about presents at the moment. All she wanted was Loki, she needed him. Her heart pounded in her ears as she quickly made her way to him. Sure enough, there he was, standing solemnly on the balcony while staring at the city beneath him. He looked like a king, observing his kingdom below him. She wondered what he thought about, was he recalling his attempted rule from a few years ago?

“Loki?” She cautiously walked up to him, unsure if he was upset with her.

“Are you enjoying your party?” He asks, his back still turned to the woman behind him.

“I am.” She walks up closer to him, desperate to feel his warmth again. She still keeps a slight distance between them, still unable to read him at the moment. “Natasha told me about all the effort you put into it, thank you, so so much Loki. And…” She sighs, regret and shame flowing through her veins, “I am so sorry, about the accusation, about the way I treated you. I should’ve never assumed what was happening. I just jumped to conclusions and I didn’t want to lose you.” She apologizes, her head hung in defeat.

It didn’t take long for two familiar, warm arms to embrace her. She happily accepted Loki’s embrace, a symbol of his acceptance to her apology. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him as tight as she could, never wanting to let go again.

“It’s alright darling, I understand where you were coming from. But, just know that you are the only woman who my eyes focus on, who my heart beats for, and who I live for.” He stroked her hair and placed a soft kiss on her temple. She pulled away slightly to look him in his soft eyes, she could tell they had shed a few tears, and they were all her fault. He leaned down, closing the gap between their lips as they met in a soft kiss. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist as he pulled her flush against his body. Her hands ran up his toned biceps, hidden underneath that midnight black button up shirt, to the nape of his neck, where she played with the curls that brushed his shoulders. The kiss became deeper, more passionate, it wasn’t long before they were almost having another full blown make out session before they were so rudely interrupted.

“I’m so glad that you guys sorted your issues out, but I told you that presents were happening soon and you ignored me.” Natasha rolled her eyes as she spoke while peeking out to the balcony.

Loki groaned in annoyance after being rudely interrupted by Natasha. His beloved only giggled before responding to her best friend, “We’ll be right there.”

Immediately after Natasha turns her back to the couple, their kiss resumes. When she eventually tries to break away, Loki moves his kisses to her jaw and then her neck. She gave out a breathy laugh as he kissed her ticklish spot, her body arching into his.

“My love…” He mumbles as his lips explore her skin, “I need you, I don’t want to wait anymore. I crave you.”

“Would you be willing to wait another twenty minutes so I can open my presents?” She asks.

Loki pulled away and cupped her cheek, “Twenty minutes. Or else I give everyone in that room a show.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, mischief.” She laughs before dragging the sexually frustrated god back inside with her.

Everyone surrounded her as she opened her gifts, most of which contained jewelry and gift certificates to high end stores in New York. It was all overwhelming, she had never been treated like this on her birthday before. Loki was right there next to her, his hand would rest on her back when he noticed her anxiousness. She wondered if he was actually keeping track of the passing time, and what he would do once twenty minutes had passed.

After all the presents were received everyone went to go eat cake and drink the rest of the night away. Loki went to help her carry her stuff out before Steve spoke up behind them, “Hey! Aren’t you guys staying for cake?” He asks.

“We're just putting all my gifts in my room really quick.” She tells Steve before turning to leave with Loki.

They of course had no intention of being quick, or coming back to the party. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it more anyway. Her and Loki had more important matters to deal with.

They set her gifts down immediately as they entered the room. It took no time before Loki was on her once again, kissing every sliver of exposed skin that he could find.

“Tell me you want this.” He mumbles against her collarbone.

“Please, Loki, I need you.” She whines.

He picks her up by her waist, his godlike strength made it feel like he was lifting a feather. Her legs wrapped around his hips out of instinct as she buried her fingers in his inky locks. Their lips met once again in desperation. He walked to the bed and gently laid her on it, taking his position on top of her as he did so. Their lips never parted as her back softly met the mattress beneath.

Loki’s hands ran up and down the expanse of her form, her legs fell open, an invitation for the god of mischief to find comfort between them. He happily did so as their steamy makeout session continued, it was sloppy and filled with desperation and desire. His head spun as if her lips gave him a high, one that was very addictive. Her fingers toyed with his curls. She loved his hair so much, it was extremely soft and it held the scent of his shampoo. His scent was a comfort to her, a feeling of home.

“Loki, baby… don’t you dare be a tease.” She groans underneath him after their lips briefly parted.

He immediately sought out her kiss again as he growled, “On your birthday? Never.” He smirked against her mouth, their combined saliva trailed between their parted lips.

She giggled lightly before working on the buttons of his sinful, black shirt. Somehow, she hated and loved the way it sluttishly clung to his waist. She focused on his breathing, heavy and uneven, as she worked every frustrating button open until his pale form was revealed to her lust filled eyes. Her hands ran up his heated skin, feeling every muscle and detail that he had to offer.

“Enjoying yourself, birthday girl?” He smiled as he caught her wrist and brought it to his lips for a soft kiss.

“Very much so, but don’t interrupt me. I’m unwrapping my favorite gift.”

Loki breathily laughed, his tongue slightly reaching out to wet his upper lip as he did so. He reluctantly let go of her wrist so that she could continue. She made no effort to flip him onto his back and tear his remaining clothes off. No, this was appreciation, this was worship.

She placed her hands underneath the shirt and he helped her brush it off of his form. He now hovered topless above her, she couldn’t resist as she sat up and placed a kiss against his collarbone. His hand went to her lower back to support her as her soft lips explored his skin.

In all his long life, Loki had never felt so loved and appreciated. She treated him gently, as if he were the finest porcelain with faint cracks that would soon break. He didn’t understand this, what did he do to deserve this woman? The woman that he confided in, that he cried to, and that he would die for. He couldn’t hold back that tear that dripped down his cheek. She noticed this, looking up at him with those innocent looking doe eyes.

She cocked her head in concern and wiped his tears with her thumb, “Are you okay, my love?” She asks.

He sighed in content as his forehead rested against hers, “I've truly never been happier.”

She can’t hold back the proud smile that adorned her face as Loki gently tugged her body down onto the bed. Her dress disappeared just as quickly as it came, with a glint of green magic from Loki. Now, it was Loki’s turn to worship. His lips trailed her bare breasts, his warm breath against her hot skin sent shivers down her spine. As his tongue circled her hard nipple, she nearly jumped out of her skin. She had never imagined Loki to be such a gentle and emotional man in bed, however, she certainly wasn’t complaining.

Loki eventually made his way down to the apex of her thighs, he had left her panties on when he undressed her, wanting to unwrap a gift for himself.

He dipped his fingertips into the lace waistband, wasting no time as he slipped them down her legs.

“Oh darling, you still have yet to receive my gift.” He growled, kissing her inner thigh.

She inhales sharply, “And what would that be, m-mischief?” she stutters, beginning to lose her composure.

Loki takes one slow lick up her wet slit, “Me, of course.” He smirks against her pussy before fully going down on her.

Her hand finds its way in his hair once again, this time pulling at it, causing the god to groan. He liked it, of course he did.

His tongue circled in erotic patterns at her soaking entrance, he moved his head in a slight circular motion, causing his nose to rub against her clit perfectly. He clearly knew what he was doing as he lapped at her like a man starved.

Her back arched off the bed to meet his movements and bring him closer to her so that the much needed friction would be stronger. Her thighs clasped tighter around his head, not currently caring or thinking if he was suffocating. Loki surely didn’t seem to mind as his actions became more adamant. She moaned out for him with her head thrown back. Loki opened his eyes and saw a goddess before him. She was so indescribably perfect as her body reacted to touch. It was a sight that would be permanently tattooed in his brain until his final days.

“Loki! LOKI! Please… I’m so c-close i-” She cried out, her body quivering as he made the knot in her stomach tighten even more.

“Do it. Cum for me.” He inserted two fingers into her wet cunt and curled them against that spot that pushed her over the edge.

She screamed his name, tears of absolute pleasure fell from her eyes and her cum soaked his lower face. He moaned against her pussy, absolutely getting off on this.

He kissed his way back up her body and held her close to him. His erection strained against his trousers uncomfortably. They melted off his body in a green shimmer. She was still breathing heavily, trying to recover from the mind blowing orgasm she had been gifted. She gasped as she felt his hard cock against her thigh.

“My love.” He kissed her jawline and her cheek before placing a final kiss against her lips. “How are you?” He asks with a small laugh.

She smiles and wraps her arms around his neck, “I’m amazing, thanks for asking.” She places another short kiss on his lips, “I think that was my favorite birthday gift of the whole evening.”

“Well… there is more to it.” He bucks his hips so that the head of his cock nudges her clit, “If you wish to continue, that is.”

“Yes please, my king.” She smirks.

Loki’s ego was immediately boosted at her nickname as he lined himself up with her entrance. He ran his head up and down her soaked slit, she groaned and dug her fingernails into his shoulders as a warning to not tease. Who was he to deny her? And himself.

They let out a synchronized gasp as he breaches her. This was perfect, she was perfect.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking in her natural scent as he slowly began to move his hips. There was a time for rough fucking, and then there were times like these, where they both just wanted to be loved and worshipped. Loki had never felt comfortable enough with any of his past partners to be this vulnerable and loving. She was different, however, he just wanted to get lost in her like this all day, every day.

One of his hands wrapped around the back of her left thigh, lifting her leg so that it wrapped around his hip and his thrusts found a satisfying rhythm.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she lightly scratched her fingernails down his back. His cock felt perfect inside of her. She mentally cursed to herself for not giving into his desire earlier. This was somehow heaven and pure sin at the same time as he claimed her.

Loki lifted his head, he was making no effort to conceal his moans and she loved it.

His nose touched hers as their breathing became heavier, “Good girl.” He breathed out, “Good fucking girl.”

His words caused her to squeeze him tighter, “Loki~” She whined.

He moaned louder as her cunt tightened around his throbbing cock, “I’m right here darling, I-I’m never leaving you… fuck!”

She bit at his lips in an attempt to feel them against hers again. Loki took the hint and kissed her deeply, his thrusts speeding up as he did so.

Every little foolish worry melted away as they chased their highs together. Loki wanted to cum, but he also didn’t want this blissful moment to end. She now wrapped her legs around his waist, a subtle encouragement to make him speed up.

Almost as if he could read her mind, he did exactly as she wished. One hand held her face as the other trailed down to her clit. He rubbed it in tight circles, determined to make her cum with him.

“Oh Loki! You’re gonna make me… fuck baby! C-Cum again!” She tried her best to form a complete warning for him.

“Cum with me my queen, I need you to.” He begged. His quick, desperate thrusts worked in time with his determined fingers on her clit.

The slight burn of her fingernails scratching into the flesh of his back was just what he needed to be pushed over the edge. His grinding motions that he made as he came inside of her created the perfect friction for her to join him in bliss. Her entire body clung to his frame as she rode out her powerful orgasm.

She went silent for a few long seconds, accidentally causing Loki concern in the process.

“Love?” He got her attention as she collected herself.

“Yeah?” She looked up at him, looking absolutely fucked.

He just smiled and kissed her forehead, “Nothing. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m more than okay.” She reassures him.

Loki pulls his softening cock out of her before collapsing beside her. His arms reached around her as they held each other in silence.

“Thank you Loki, that was the best birthday gift ever.” She kissed his bare shoulder that was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. “And I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I just didn't want to lose you.”

“Water under the bridge, darling, don’t worry about it. You have me, I promise.”

They laid there in silence for a minute or two before she spoke again.

“I love you, Loki.” She admits somewhat quietly, partially hoping that he had already fallen asleep.

Loki pulls back and looks into her eyes, she is tense as she waits for his reaction.

“I love you too.” He kissed her lips briefly before he pulled her even closer.

Just like that, they contently fell asleep in each other’s arms. Those at the party downstairs wondered where the birthday girl had disappeared to. Natasha only smirked as she continued downing her drink. She would definitely be teasing her about this tomorrow.

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lokis-dark-queen · 1 year

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Yuletide

Loki/Female Reader Smut

Summary: Loki needs a distraction from his regrets, he finds that in the form of tying up his lover with the tree garland and fucking her dumb.

Warnings/notes: Smut 18+, Bondage with garland, Sad Loki, Loki gets emotional after he comes idk what else to say.

Word count: 1,848

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The fireplace roared, wood crackling under the heat of the flames. Little white lights slightly lit the room where the light of the fire didn’t reach. Most of those lights wrapped around the fresh evergreen on one side of the room. Loki and his lover surrounded the tree, decorating it carefully with ornament bobbles and Asgardian symbols on Loki's request.

Loki had been rather depressed recently, missing the once lively Asgard which had since been destroyed by Surter. This would be his first Yuletide since he came to live on earth. She offered that they could go to New Asgard and celebrate the holiday there, but Loki insisted that they would spend it in their shared home, saying it would be more romantic that way.

“I wish you could’ve seen it darling, they would decorate the palace with so many trees and wreaths that the whole place would smell like pine wherever you went.”

“Wow! That sounds lovely.” She smiled, her grin warming his heart.

“It was.” He muttered before turning to look at the raging fire in the fireplace at the other side of the living room.

She could tell he yearned for his days back on Asgard, before everything fell apart, before he found out his lineage. It all happened so many years ago, but for a god that has lived for more than a thousand years, it mustn't feel like that long for him. She would do anything for him, if she could turn back time, she would do it for him. He thought of living in New Asgard with Thor, being that their relationship was probably the best and healthiest it has been since they were kids. But Loki just couldn’t settle in the new environment, maybe he missed the former glamor that once decorated his so-called home, or maybe he didn’t like the faint smell of salt and fish that constantly hung in the air. Whatever it was he decided to stay with the girl he fell in love with instead, saying that being with her was home to him.

With the tree almost finished, she picked up the golden garland that sat at the bottom of the decoration box. Just as she was about to start wrapping it around the tree she looked back and saw Loki, who was now watching the flurries of snow fall outside the window.

“Loki.” She said his name softly.

“Yes? Sorry, I was just think-” He turned around, but was quickly cut off by her draping the garland around his shoulders and using it to pull him down into a gentle kiss, which he happily returned, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

The kiss becomes deeper as he takes the garland from his shoulders and drapes it around her hips, pulling her flush against his strong body that was wrapped inside that soft green sweater. Loki breaks their makeout session and looks down at the flushed woman in his arms. He then looked further down to the garland in his hands.

“I think we could use this.” He mutters.

“For the tree?” She asks.

“For you.” He smirked.

She suddenly felt a chill in the air when she noticed that Loki had removed her clothes with his magic, she felt the heat from the fire prick her skin as the chill went away. Loki looked down at her with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.

“Turn around, hands behind your back,” he demanded.

“Yes sir.” She obeyed him instantly.

Loki ties the garland around her wrists and up her arms, the tinsel material tickling her skin.

“Look at you, wrapped up like a present for me to devour.” His voice sent shivers down her spine and heat to her cunt.

He kissed down her neck and shoulders, his hands roaming up and down her body. His palms found their way to her breasts, groping them softly and pinching her nipples. They travel down her stomach, and past her navel. The feel of his hands then disappeared, she could feel his clothed hardness against her ass as he pressed against her.

“Turn around and kneel so you can receive your gift, pet.”

She once again did as she was told and knelt down to be greeted with Loki’s clothed, hard cock right in front of her face. Loki gently pushed the back of her head to bring her closer to him. She placed a soft kiss on his bulge.

“How badly do you want your gift?” He asked seductively.

“So bad, sir. Please give it to me.”

“Well, since you asked so politely, how could I say no.”

Loki slowly undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, it was torture, she knew he did it on purpose to be a tease and watch her squirm with need. She clenched her thighs when his cock was finally freed, bobbing with need to feel her mouth around him. She leaned forward to give him what he needed. Loki held her hair, pulling on it slightly which caused her to moan.

Loki gasped as her lips finally met his leaking tip, her tongue gathered the precum before liking down his shaft. After some teasing licks, Loki pushed his hips forward while holding her head in place, making her finally take him into her mouth. She started slowly, moving her mouth up and down his dick while hollowing her cheeks. She must have been going too slow for Loki who began taking control and thrusting his hips into her mouth. All she could do was kneel right there and take it. Her knees began to feel sore, her wrists still neatly tied together with the holiday decor. Loki’s gasps and moans became louder, just as she thought he was going to cum he pulled out.

“Turn around, get on your hands and knees” He breathlessly commanded. After she did as she was told she felt Loki kneel down behind her. He pushed her shoulders down, causing her to nearly fall face first on the plush fur rug beneath them. Her body jolted as his hand hit her ass, leaving a nice red mark to remember it by. “So pathetic for me, willing to drop to her knees at a moment's notice.”

Only whimpering could be heard from the girl underneath Loki as he teased her cunt with his cock, circling her clit and making her arch into his touch.

“Please sir, give me my gift, i've been a good girl.” She begged.

“You have pet, I'll give it to you.” He whispered into her ear, his hands ran down her bound arms, playing with the garland between his fingers. They moaned in unison as Loki finally sheathed himself in her wet pussy. “Fuck! You’re so wet.” He moaned, holding her hips in place as he began to set a pace, her fingers held onto the fur of the rug as he roughly thrusted into her.

“Loki ah- harder!” She screamed.

Loki pressed his palm against her lower abdomen, he could feel the bulge from his cock inside of her, “Can you feel me here?”

“Yes! Fuck you feel so good.”

Loki wrapped his fingers in her hair and pushed her head deeper into the rug, her cheek rubbed against the rug as his thrusts became rougher. He then used her hair to pull her upright so that her back was flush against his chest, Loki’s hands ran up her thighs and torso before finding their place on her tits. Her head fell back on his shoulder as she tried to move her hips to relieve the pressure on her throbbing clit. Loki took the hint and his fingers found her clit rubbing it in tight circles, causing her to scream his name in a burst of pleasure.

“Loki! Please s-sir, I wanna cum.” She begged the god for release.

“You gotta wait baby, I'm so close.” He moaned, turning his head so that he could kiss her, his mouth muffled her moans. She rolled her eyes back, feeling lightheaded from all the pleasure she was receiving. Loki broke the kiss and looked at her, “Look at you, so drunk on my cock, so needy for me.”

“Cum inside me, please.”

“Want me to fill you up? Huh? You want my cum dripping from your pussy?” Loki’s thrusts became sloppier as he chased his high. “I’m gonna cum baby, cum with me.”

Desperate moans fell from their lips she came around his cock causing him to follow right behind her and coat her walls with his seed. His face was buried in her shoulder, taking in her scent. Their bodies were flushed from both the intense sex and the heat from the fire, the flame calming into popping embers. They both stayed still for a few moments, trying to catch their breath.

Loki untied the garland, using his sedir to make the golden decoration wrap around the tree in front of them. She smiled, seeing the material sparkle in the light. Loki pulled out of her carefully, his cum dripped out of her and onto the rug.

“You better clean that.” She giggled.

Loki rolled his eyes, using his magic once again to clean up their mess. “Better?” He asked with a playful tone.

“Better.” She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a comforting kiss. When Loki didn’t return it with as much passion as he normally would she pulled away and looked at him with concern. “Are you okay, my love?”

“I wish I could change it.”

“Change what?”

“My actions, everything I did, on earth and on Asgard. The only parents I ever knew are gone, and I’m too much of a coward to face my own brother.”

“You’re not a coward Loki, you've endured so much, you lost your home. You’re healing, that takes time, trust me I know. I’m sure Thor would understand, it was his home too.” She couldn’t imagine what Loki was going through, he had held all this back and now his true emotions were surfacing.

“What about New York? There are people who despise me for what happened. I was a monster.”

“That wasn’t you Loki, that was Thanos. You barely had control of your actions. Your brother and the people of Asgard look at you with high regard, you helped save them. Don’t let your mistakes hold you back Loki, you're an amazing person. The events of your past don't define you.”

Loki looked at her in awe. How could someone love him this much? He leaned forward and rested his head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him, lightly scratching his bare back as she did so.

“I love you so much darling.” He kissed her collarbone before lifting his head to look her in the eye, “Besides, if it wasn’t for all that, I would've never found you, my love.”

“I love you so much, Loki.” She cupped his cheeks and kissed him softly before resting her forehead against his.

“I love you too, Kærasta.”

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