Collection of One-Shots

》a cool cure

When the first rays of the morning sun seep in the room, barely filtered by the sheer curtains that hang in front of the large windows, you groan and roll over, burying your face into Loki's shoulder to block out the light. And that's when you feel it, the painful sensation that goes along with the onset of a nasty cold, the sore throat, the painful scratchiness that even makes swallowing your own saliva a difficult chore.

"Loki, my throat hurts." You whine, hoping to wake him so he could heal you like he did when you had the flu last year.

"What the fuck do you want me to do about it?" He groans, rolling over on his back and draping his arm across his eyes in a dramatic manner that never ceased to amuse you. Then the idea hits you like a ton a bricks and you bit you lips to stifle the swell of laughter and proud smirk that threatens to stretch across your face.

You reach over and playfully poke his arm, "Loki, I have an idea, but I need you to switch to your Jötunn form." He grumbles in a language that is indistinguishable and slowly his skin shifts from the perfect alabaster that you had grown so used to seeing to the unfamiliar shade of blue that he so rarely let you see, but still loved nonetheless.

Tauntingly, you slide beneath the sheets and settle between his thighs, that cerulean shade that were graced with the prominent ridges that accompanied his Jötunn form, and your eyes trail up to his sapphire cock, also adorned with tantalizing ridges that makes your core ache with need, wondering just how the ridges would feel as your cunt grips onto them. You caress it gently, feeling and seeing as his cock hardens under your touch, twitching with anticipation.

You wrap your nimble fingers around his large shaft and give it a good squeeze; Loki tenses again, his hips rising off the bed and a groan escape his lips. You smile to yourself, loving the control you have over him in times like this. Pumping his shaft slowly, tenderly, you lean down and press a chaste kiss to its tip, another whimper leaves his lips.

This time you open your mouth, and let your tongue swirl over the tip. A little bit of frigid pre-cum came oozing out, his cock twitching even more now with need, the cool air hits your skin as Loki rips away the sheet, his glowing red eyes watch your every move and his hands fist into the sheet below him and his teeth are bared in a wicked snarl.

You lick up the bit of pre-cum and start spreading it all up and down his lengthy shaft, and when it glistened with his arousal you bring only half his cock into your mouth, hiding your teeth behind your lips, and sucking hard, pulling back with a loud pop, still using your hand to pump the lower half of his cock. You sheath him fully in my mouth, sucking harder until his cock hits the back of your throat, which is burning in pain but somehow the coolness of his cock soothes the pain away and then you pull out with as much force, letting your lips hit each ridge and vein. His breath hitched, and you peer up to still see his eyes focused in on you and nothing else.

Then you caress and massage his balls, and he begins thrusting up into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat in a way that makes your eyes sting with tears, but you push his hips down into the mattress and returns to his more composed position of submission. You twitch your lips this way and that, pulling out slowly, and coming back in for a long and abnormally hard suck, then pulling out quickly, sucking him between my lips. His cock is now twitching furiously in your mouth, his veins popping out to rival with the ridges, with all the pressure being built up he reaches down and runs his fingers through your hair, but not pulling it, rather admiring the way you looking with you cheeks hollowed out and sucking furiously at his cock.

You take him fully, relaxing your throat even more and give a silent moan that vibrates through his entire length, and then his hand tangles in your hair and you can feel this signs that he on the edge of release. With a few more strong sucks and languid strokes his cool seed fills your mouth before you swallow it all, the coolness soothing your sore throat as it slides down, and you grin up at him with a proud and accomplished smirk. You lean down and lick him clean, savoring each drop of his seed.

Loki pulls you up to straddle him, and after a few silent seconds he flips your position, pinning your hands within one of his and only then did you become painfully aware of the throbbing ache between your own legs. Affectionately he presses his thin lips to yours, and pulls away panting.

"Are there any other ailments that I may assist you in?" Loki asks thoughtfully as his free hand slithers down your chest and stomach. You bite your lip in anticipation and innocently look up at him through lidded eyes.

"Actually there's a certain ache between my thighs that I think you could assist me in relieving." You smile bashfully as a mischievous grin stretches across his lips. Two ice like fingers dip into your hot and ready cunt, and you gasp at the foreign sensation. Once again he captures your lips, still working you up with his fingers, and in the corner of your vision his cock begins to twitch with arousal once more.

"It would be my pleasure darling."