𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

#4 Loki Laufeyson

Warnings: Smut

You had been craving him all day.

Craving wasn't even really a strong enough word to describe your need for him. It was the kind of need that tingled up your spine, settling in your bones until all you could feel and think about was him. His touch, his kiss, his cock.

All you needed was him.

But it was clear when he came back to your shared bedroom that he was absolutely spent, and you tried to let your want for him drift off into a distant dream.

Still, you couldn't quell the feeling of want and need in the pit of your belly. He had been working so hard lately. It had been so long since you'd been fucked like you so desperately needed. Your fingers just weren't enough, you could never cum on your own, not since Loki had shaped your pussy to fit his cock like a glove. No, you were his now. Mind, body, and soul. And you needed him so badly, though you tried to fight the fire in your belly so that he wouldn't feel bad that he was too tired for much more than cuddling and the occasional gentle kiss.

You couldn't help the whimper that escaped you as he stripped off and climbed into the bed next to you, his cock hanging heavy in his underwear that you wished you could just rip straight from his body. But you held down your need, it could wait until later.

But of course, Loki knew. He heard your little whimpers and your pitiful attempt to silence the sounds before they dispersed into the air of the bedroom. Fuck, he could smell the intoxicating scent of your sweet pussy before he even pulled back the covers to join you in bed. It went straight to his cock, making him switch as he groaned almost inaudibly, sliding between the covers and pressing his chest to your back.

"I know you need me, sweetheart," he murmurs in a rasped voice, his hand wrapping around you to splay across your lower torso, dangerously close to where you so desperately need him, "I'm sorry that I've been so tired."

"There's nothing to apologize for, you know that." You turn to face him, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. It was something you had started doing when you could tell he was anxious about something, and somehow it always seemed to bring him back to you. Loki would tell you that the magic you possessed in your soul always found the best parts of him, the part that could make it through the battles and the anxiety and the fear, "You don't even have to feel bad for not wanting sex."

"But I want you so bad, princess, I've just been so exhausted," he sighs, resting his forehead against yours, "Fuck, I can smell how wet you are for me."

"Don't say stuff like that," you whine, a pout forming on your lips, "S'not fair to get me riled up and then not do anything about it."

"Who said I wasn't going to do anything about it?" you catch the glimmer of mischief in his eyes, and it travels straight to your core, "Do you trust me?"

You immediately nod yes, and he chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"Good girl, spread your legs for me."

You do as he says, opening your thighs until they give him enough room to work, and you wiggle your hips in a fit of desperation when he doesn't immediately move.

"Please Loki," you beg, looking at him with wide eyes as you watch his own pupils darken, "Please touch me."

"Shh baby, you just gotta trust me, remember?" he coos, soothing you by running a hand up and down over the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch, "you just keep those pretty eyes on me, princess."

Your gaze meets his as if on command. He hums in satisfaction at your eagerness to obey him. You whimper softly when his hand leaves your thigh, the sound catching in your throat when you see color out of the corner of your eyes and see the soft green slow radiating from the tips of Loki's fingers.