Imagines/oneshots Book 1

72. loki laufeyson* - wishful doing

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Prompt: Grandmaster sends you as a gift to Loki shortly after he arrives on sakaar

* - Smut af, like there's a full length sex scene which is only about the third one I've ever written that gets into pretty okay detail so have fun with that pals!

Song: pound cake by Van Halen
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I stood in the doorway for a second, staring at the tall slender Man ahead of me, before clearing my throat. His eyes immediately found me and his expression turned to confusion. I clasped my hands together in front of me and bowed my head, not catching the sash across my shoulders as it fell.

"The grandmaster has sent me as a gift,"

I raised my eyes to peer at him from under my hair but quickly returning my gaze to the floor.

"He wished me to tell you that he has enjoyed your company the last three days and three nights."

He stepped closer to me and placed the sash back up on my shoulders from were it was resting atop my hands.

"What does the grandmaster wish me to do with you?"

His voice was soft and sensual.

"Whatever you want,"

I looked up at him with a soft gaze.

"I am here for your every pleasure."

He grabbed my hands and pulled me forward into the room, never turning or looking away from me.

"And what do you wish me to do with you?"

He stopped at the foot of the bed and examined me. He pushed my hair out of my face and tilted my chin up to look him in the eye. I took a Shakey breath before gently pulling him to me for a chaste kiss.

"Whatever you desire."

He looked at me in slight confusion. I wasn't going to lie to myself though, I had volunteered for the job as soon as the grandmaster had said he wanted to send the stranger a gift. He was one of my far fetched hopes at getting off this miserable planet, and if I couldn't do that I could at least have a little fun away from the grandmaster.

"And what if what I desire is something you don't like?"

I pulled the sash back down and dropped it to the floor, letting my robes fall partly open against my bare chest.

"I'm sure you'll find the opposite."

I pulled him to me for another kiss, one that he gladly returned. He kissed me passionately, slowly moving his mouth down my neck and to my collar bone. He picked me up and slowly placed me on the bed, the robe falling on either side of my legs as I laid there, but not falling away from my chest. He then removed his top before crawling over me. I looked over him, he was toned but didn't seem the gladiatorial type. He kissed me again, harshly this time, almost hungrily. When we didn't break away from each other I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my clothed breast, trying to guide him to go further. When he took action squeezing it lightly, and palming it I tilted my head back, loosing his lips. He stopped for a second and brought his hand back to the bed where it had resided before. He shook his head, as if saying no, that he couldn't believe what was happening.

"I don't even know your name."

I sighed heavily, and sat up a little bit, kissing him softly.

"Y/n"

I whispered.

He smiled a little bit.

"Loki."