(random one shots that aren't in the original story, lemon and fluff alike. Short stories are also in here Read freely if you'd like, it's strictly Loki love/wholesome loki/frisky Loki, and random hijinks)
Update on 2/14/23
It's becoming more of a s...
This entire part is slow burn Smut, 18+ only. Viewer discretion is advised)
"Did you not want to use your actual bed, Y/N?" "It's still very well made, I'd like to relish in the fact that I have done such a good job where there aren't even any wrinkles at the corners." "Always the perfectionist." "Oh? Then you should be thrilled that I've chosen you, then." "Are you saying I'm perfect, Y/N?" "W-Well... I feel like if I agree then there's going to be something bigger than your ego that I'll have to stroke." "You are so straightforward." "S-Shut up, I didn't mean it like that!" "If you want me to shut up, then make me. I can go further if you'd like, though."
Growling shyly, you lean up and press your lips to Loki's, who chuckles as he kisses back softly.
As he holds you, the kiss grows deeper before you're having a slight repeat from back in the dressing room. With your eyes closed and lost in the bliss that is Loki, you shyly initiate the first step of cloth removal. His clothes, specifically.
Getting the top part of his clothing off was easy, but as you broke the hungry kisses you were both still famished from, you felt yourself shying up once you actually focused.
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Loki was... Breathtakingly... Fucking hot.
Shit.
You backed away from him a step, before Loki was grabbing your arms gently to keep you from moving away. "What's wrong?" You tear your gaze away from drinking the tall glass of water that is Loki, your face on fire. "I... It's... I-I mean, the last time I had seen you like this, you.. you didn't have hair on your chest at all.. And we weren't making out..." You mumble softly.
Chuckling, Loki gently pulls you back into his arms. "You can touch me, I won't bite. Unless you want me to.." You smile shyly as he winks at you, before you take in the sight of him again.
Gingerly, you reach up and cup his face softly, caressing his cheek with your thumb slowly before you start to trail your fingers downwards. You take in the feeling of the undefined muscles in his bare shoulders, and the base of his neck, before dancing your touch along his collarbone. You trail your hands down slower, over his chest before resting your palm over his heart. You could feel it racing, how nervous he truly was before you leaned forward and kissed his chest softly. He shivered, his heart skipping a beat as he felt your lips pressing against him, right where his heart was, before you trailed the kisses back up slowly. Going along his shoulder, to the base of his neck, up his throat, and finally back to his lips.
Making out with you, Loki gently cups your face as his fingers dance at your hairline. Opening your mouth once again before he even asks, your tongues graciously dance with each other before you're pushing him to sit on the bed.
Smirking up at your panting face, Loki leans back on his hands. Biting your lower lip, you grab one of the pillows and toss it at him, making him quirk an eyebrow. "I-I don't want you to look at me yet." "Did you already forget about this morning, darling?"
