𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝕃𝕠𝕜𝕚'𝕤 𝔸𝕗𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖

I will win

Five days have passed, five whole days and you can hand on heart say you found each day to be more tortuous than the next.

You really didn't think this whole celibacy thing through. You never imagined you would feel real tormenting pain, but the sexual tension was becoming unbearable.

Loki tried many ways to entice you ever since you found his note, revealing his long list of seductive ideas.

Whilst you knew exactly what he was doing when he did them, they still made you squeeze your thighs closed, putting pressure on your aroused clit, desperate for some release.

But you never gave in.

I will win

By day three you had to escort him from your chambers. The hard dick prodding got a bit too much, you felt inclined to banish him to another room.

You didn't admit it was because his attempts were starting to wear you down. You craved his cock, and with each prod while spooning you started to hope it would just magically slip in.

So now you sleep alone. Feeling miserable.

But you're winning.

I will win

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Tonight marked another day of successfully dismissing Loki's charms, you hadn't given in, and he looked just as miserable as you. Until of course he attempted to tick another idea off his long list.

You were in the palace common room, sitting across from Loki, his thick thighs spread wide in the chair as he stared lustfully at you.

You tried hard to stop your eyes from trailing towards him but the sudden movement of his hands caught your attention.

You bit your lower lip, trying to subdue your burning desire as you observe him slowly rub his palms against his meaty thighs.

He knew you'd enjoy watching him glide along his thighs, and he smirked when he caught a glimpse of you licking your lips.

You couldn't help it, it was as though you were hypnotised by his lustful movements. Your eyes involuntarily flitting between his thigh rubs and his growing bulge

His manspreading did not help. He looked fucking glorious.

It also didn't help that you were bored.

Listening to a very drunk Thor relay his boastful story telling to Meddie and the warriors three just wasn't entertaining enough.

Or maybe it was because you couldn't concentrate when you felt the intensity of Loki's gaze?

You knew exactly the type of thoughts that were running through his mind, because the explicit and dirty thoughts ran through your mind too. Truly filthy, and nasty, sexy thoughts.

You could cut the sexual tension that lingered in the air with a knife, and you were sure you could taste sex at this point, smell it even.

Gods, I'm so horny!

You cross your legs together, and squeeze. The pressure against your aroused clit felt so good that you almost forgot you were in a crowded room.

You hear Loki purposely cough, grabbing your attention. He smirked, his wide smile curved up as he looked at you. He knew exactly what you were doing.

You blush, immediately uncrossing your legs and turning your attention back to Thor's animated acting.

You've lost the plot in which part he was retelling, but judging by his hand movements he was either pulling off the head of something big? Or maybe opening a large jar? you didn't know, and you don't care...your mind was now back to Loki, and sex, and