MCU Loki Fics

'I'm so damn touch starved'

I sat across him, his lips close to mine, yet still untouched. His soft breath brushed against my starving body. I couldn't resist the urge of getting what he promised me. I have never felt more teased in my life as I have with him. The touch of his travelling, cold hands across my body, the soft caress on my thighs and my stomach, there was nothing I wouldn't have done to reward him for such demeanor.

His left hand started to seek on my body what would be the South on a compass, slowly dragging itself towards the lace of my underwear. This entire time, he locked eyes with mine and I had no other option but to maintain it unbroken. I did expect anything of him, but losing the sight of such beautiful eyes would pain me more than anything he would have done to my compliant body. As his hand followed the path it was told to, my body came to a shiver due to the teasing position he held me in, his middle and ring fingers slid beneath the lace, his thumb holding the fabric in place as it got slowly slid down to my ankles, meeting the floor with a soft sound like a whisper.

My lips came closer to his, but he stopped me by holding my chin and caressing my right cheek. "I'm so damn touch starved." I whispered to him, not losing his gaze. Without an answer, he stopped the teasing, kissed me, his cold lips pushing against mine, harder and more agressive with each second that passed. He knew my limits, he knew how far I would be able to take it, yet he decided to push them all farther away with a heat of the moment reason. I couldn't give it less importance if I wanted to. I chose to enjoy it, panic taking its place in the depths of my soul. I hoped he hadn't noticed, but he did. How could I fool a God? He stopped, the feeling of uneasiness in my body turning to one of anxiety as he asked "Is this your first time?". I took a deep breath and as I exhaled, my words found their order in the sentence I had offered as response. "No, I'm just nervous. I haven't done this in a while and there are a few things I didn't enjoy in the past". "Do you want me to stop?" his voice echoed and his cold breath hit my skin again. "No. I'll be fine, I promise". I might have half lied, for I was scared that what had happened in high school would be brought back. He stared at me, his gaze, slightly concerned, but he smiled at me, so I smiled back. I couldn't help but fall for those beautiful blue eyes. I placed my hand on his left cheek and brought my lips closer and closer to his.

I hesitated on purpose, knowing exactly what to expect. Either something that would make me feel in autumnal bliss again or get me stuck in the past yet once more. Before I could think of any other negative emotion or thought that could cross my mind, he kissed me again, starting softly and pursuing to reach the roughness and bestiality which the first was supposed to. As soon as I started to calm down, I came to realise that our tongues engaged in a dance of grace which had shown me what I would've missed if I still lingered on the unpleasant past. The twists and turns for dominance he gave held me in the present, feeling nothing but his hands roaming across my body and finding their way, one lifting my left leg and placing it close to his right side of the torso and the other cupping my breast.

He then started kissing my neck, his lips travelling lower on my body, kissing my shoulders and biting them gently. He placed kisses across my chest and collarbone, finding his way towards my nipples, biting and sucking on them, one after another as his hand was playing with the other. Each time I let out a squeal or whimper he stopped for a second, only to teasingly let out a laugh or a smirk while looking up at me as I didn't know what he was going to do next the following second. Little did I know, he was tricking me, letting me know in advance that I should have prepared. I chose to ignore his signs, unknowingly, and I had a price to pay for that. A price that was easily affordable. Or so I thought. The kisses placed on my stomach, the marks left behind by his teeth, were just a diversion so he could get to play his deceiving role in our game of pleasure. He came to a halt, looking up at me reassuringly. "You sure desire this greatly, don't you, little pet? I can tell by the way you are breathing." My heart almost skipped a beat as he murmured those words between my thighs. I could only nod in agreement, the only sound I could let out being the one of a mouse's squeak. "Very well then." he kissed my thighs, leaving marks almost identical as the ones on my chest and stomach. Moments later, I found his tongue made its way towards my clit, surprising me with his cold touch and I, as response, gasping and shaking under his power. His cold tongue started drawing circles, his motions turning me into the one responsible for staining the sheets, now soaking under me. My right hand started playing with his hair, attempting to hold him still for a little longer. "I see I'll have to deal with your misdemeanor for this. Bring your hands forward, pet." He took off his tie, trapping my hands between its silk folds and held my arms still by the wrists, on his bed, going back to the circular movements of his tongue, still not letting go of me. The slow pace and steadiness he teased me with brought me words again, shorter, yes, but words in their raw nature. "Loki..." I moaned his name, his words appeared in my mind like a dream as he still teased me with his cold touch "Oh, sweet pet, we barely started and you are already moaning my name? Let's try something new instead. You'll try to keep your silence until I say so. Will you?" The only thing I could do was nod my head and whimper in agreement. He slowly slid his tongue lower, teasing me again, the feeling of his freezing touch against my yearning entrance, his hand still holding me against the sheets. My endeavours of keeping silent had proven to be pointless. "Well, I see how this is. Prepare yourself, you misdeameaning soul." Soon, his lips met mine again, our tongues engaging in the same dance, but with the sweet aftertaste of my own core. I folded, I wanted more. He didn't break our kiss as his hand slid back to my swollen, needy clit and used a different, up and down, motion. His cold fingers teased my entrance.

As I felt him trying to find his way to the warm sheath my body could offer him, I broke the kiss, tears trying to escape my eyes. "Please..." I sobbed, fear coming back to me, reflecting it through my eyes. I tried my best to keep it together and not break down in such an intimate moment. A tear rolled on my left cheek, I was feeling guilty for making him stop. He knew what happened, he felt my fear way before I have. "Would you rather have me do something else instead or stop, dear?" "Neither. I would like you to continue. I can do this, don't worry. Anything I say or do, don't stop. Can you promise me that?" I said back. "The safe word is 'Blue'. It's your call. Are you sure you can handle me?" "I am sure." I lied. He slowly pushed his crossed fingers inside of me, my walls closing up on the coldness of his body. The gentle motions he chose started gradually speeding up, stimulating my needy core like no one else had managed to before. Anything he'd done to me didn't hurt me as it used to with the ones before him. I felt my body relax and yield under his touch. 

The kisses he placed on my body, the marks he left behind them, the whispers he hid under his breath against my skin, his well chosen pacing fingers thrusting into me, all made me give in, moaning his name, staining his sheets, my breath getting harder to contol and heavier with each thrust. Pain and fear were long lost and forgotten feelings as my body began to shiver under his touch. I felt myself getting closer and closer to climax. I heard him whisper to me "You'll hate me for this, but before I ask, say 'yes'." "Yes." I whispered back into his ear, trying to find my voice and mind's interaction I have not needed to that point. His question came, I felt his fingers retreating, soaked in my essence, as his words hissed through the air, cutting the silence like a well-sharpened knife. "Will you promise that under any circumstance, you will not touch yourself without me saying so?"

The pact was made, yet I did not receive the release I had been promised yet. I was on the brink of pleasure and madness, I would have begged for him not to stop, to do anything just to fulfill my need of touching his skin again. Now released from the binds, I brought his hand closer to my range of view. His skin started to wrinkle after all the time spent inside of me, the sweet, intoxicating scent of myself tempting me to find an excuse to feel his hand again. I held back but I dipped the tips of my index and middle fingers into the fluid and tasted it once more. I could hear his words closer to me, forgetting he was next to me as I tasted my own body's reaction to him. "Oh, no, sweetheart, this is mine. A really impressive memory to place in my mind. Now, about that... We'll keep that for another time." He got up, leaving me naked on his bed, his shirt slightly wrinkled and tightened on him. He came back with a black satin robe on his arm and a glass of water with a lemon slice in it and on the rim in each hand. The light in the hallway was now on, allowing itself to enter the bedroom as I put on the robe. I drank the entire glass without hesitation, although exhaustion isn't in his vocabulary and that only made me seem desperate next to him. All he did was smile at me, glass in his hand. He kissed me again. "I'm really proud of you, dear. You should go wash up. I'll be joining you in a minute."