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Dom...inant Loki (Part Seventeen of "The Bad Guy")

Title | Dom...inant Loki

Summary | S E X

Pairings | Loki Laufeyson x Y/N

Genre | Smut, Fluff

Story Warnings | Sex, Hardcore Sex, Dumbification, Bullying (He calls reader some not-nice names), Fingering, Head (female and male receiving), Orgasms, Cursing, Anxiety, Size Kink (if you blink, you’ll miss it), mentions of rape.

Series Warnings | Cursing, Mental Illness (Depression, anxiety, PTSD, etc.), sex, explicit sex, drinking, possible drug use, mentions of LBGTQ+, subtle and not-so-subtle homophobia, tell me if you see more.

Translations | dúfa – Dove – Old Norse

ástin mín – My love – Old Norse (And Icelandic – very similar)

kærr – term of endearment meaning dear or beloved – Old Norse

mín smalr dúfa – my little dove – Old Norse (And Icelandic)

kærr mín – My dear – Old Norse

smalr dúfa – little dove – Old Norse (And Icelandic)

Author's Note | Listen, I already know what people are going to say because I’ve written fics like this before, and please, my sibling in Christ, listen to me: just because someone had bad experiences with rough sex/rape in the past doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy consensual rough sex!

I, myself, am a sexual assault survivor, and I like rough sex. Guess what, I like everything in this fic. As long as it’s consensual, I think it’s sexy. So no, just because our Y/N had bad experiences in the past, doesn’t mean she’s fragile and needs it to be oh-so-gentle. People cope differently.

Also, sorry for so much Norse; when Loki is turned on and vulnerable, he can’t help but return to some of his roots.

Words | 3.8k

Loki was on the bed when I stepped out of the bathroom. He was sitting on top of the bedding, still wearing black pants and his white button up, but all the buttons were undone. He had a book in hand, so he didn't look up at once, but when he did, he dropped the book.

"Dúfa..." He murmured, unsure of how to react.

I was still clinging to the robe and decided I just had to say something to clear the air first, so I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Alright listen," I started, nervous. "I'm a very calculated person. I don't usually allow my emotions to control me but right now I can't think straight. One side of me wants this, wants you more than anything. But the other side is so insanely scared that I'm not going to be good at this and that you'll hate me and--"

He stopped me, grabbing the back of my neck, and pulling me to kiss him softly. His lips were nothing but loving and reassuring.

"I will never hate you, mín smalr dúfa."

I smiled and kissed him again, holding onto his hair. He wrapped his arms around me with a grin, returning the kisses with passion.

But then the passion faded, and his lips hesitated. "What is it?"

"I feel like I should say this. On Asgard, I am rather known for being a... rough lover. So, if I get too rough with you, you need to tell me. Do you have a safe word?"

Butterflies swarmed in my belly. Why did the thought of him being rough turn me on?

"No..." I thought for a minute and smirked, "How about Mjolnir?"

He rolled his eyes, groaning. "You know, just for the fact that it is a total turnoff, I'll allow it."

He started kissing me again, giggling when I smiled and pulling him closer by his collar before whispering, "What if I want you to be rough?"

He stopped, smirking, and played with my hair.

"Yeah? Is that what you want?"

I nodded sheepishly, giggling. "Yeah."

"Then be a good girl and roll over." I at once felt my whole body react to his commanding tone and without giving myself permission, I rolled onto my back, pulling him with me.

I grabbed his hair, kissing him again, more desperate this time. My whole body felt warm, needing him more than ever before. When he pressed himself against me and I felt his hard length, it ignited a fire of moans and pleas.

Pulling his shirt off, I ran both hands down his chest, feeling all his muscles tense on contact. I felt little scars littered throughout his skin and wished I could kiss everyone, but he was obviously going to beat me to the kissing.

His lips trailed alone my jaw and down my neck as his hands dragged down my sides, feeling me up and then grabbing my hips hard.

"If your skin tastes this divine," He murmured, his silver tongue licking the edge of my collarbone. "I wonder how good your juices must taste."

I whined loudly, throwing my head back as his hand went to cup my mound, his fingers playing with the lace.

"You are soaking wet, kærr mín." His fingers played with my folds through the lace, sending tingles up pleasure up my spine as he teased me unfairly.

"Loki!" I cried out, grabbing his hair, practically begging him to touch me.

"Oh yes," He hissed. "Say my name, smalr dúfa, say my name."

I whined it again, thrusting my hips up into the air, making him chuckle. He was obviously playing for the long game, teasing me, and making me wait. I pulled his hair hard, resulting in a low moan escaping his throat as he found my clit through the lace of my panties.

“Please Loki!” I practically yelled, desperate for him. He was grinding himself against the bed, letting me know he was just as desperate as I was. So, why wasn’t he doing it?

“Please, what, Y/N? Hmm?” He sat up on his knees, keeping his left hand on my heat as he teased my clit through the lace, and kissed me. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want.” I claimed, whimpering as he hovered his lips just out of my reach.

“Oh yes I do, but I want to hear you say it.” His voice was deep and sultry, raspy with need. His tone was demanding; he wasn’t asking anymore.

“I-I…”

“Aw, what’s the matter?” He was mocking me now, I knew just by his mischievous expression and the way his voice pouted. “Don’t tell me you’re already dumb with need. I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

I moaned loud, throwing my head to the side as he pressed his fingers harder into my clit and insulted me.

“Please!” I begged, feeling tears prickle in my eyes.

“Oh, look at that, so pretty when you cry. I’ll make you a deal, just point to what you want, and I’ll give it to you, but you must be a good girl or there will be punishments.” I nodded quickly, agreeing to his deal and he waited expectantly, but patiently.

I pointed to his lips, and they curled into a wicked smirk.

“My mouth? Want me to use my mouth on you?”

I nodded.

“Words astin,”

“Yes.”

He faltered for a minute then, breaking character in a way that concerned me. “What is it?” I asked.

“What sorts of names are you okay with? Like for calling me?”

I blushed at some of the names that came to mind but just nodded. “I’m not sure. What do you prefer?”

“Anything sounds good in your voice.” He admitted, kissing me with an edge of desperation. “But I like authoritative names the best; daddy, sir, Prince,” I felt him rut into me on the last one and it made my stomach twist with butterflies. I liked those names, a lot.

I whined, grinding into his fingers, hoping I could make my panties slip so he would touch me.

“Please my prince.” I whimpered. “Please touch me. Use your mouth. Please!”

He moaned loudly, at once latching his lips onto mine while shoving my panties aside, not wasting anytime to before plunging two long fingers inside me. I cried out, arching my back as he didn’t give me any time to adjust; he started pumping in and out of me hard and fast.

“Loki! Oh god please! Use your mouth, please.” He still didn’t move, just kissed my neck as he fingered me, and I decided to try his other names to see if they pulled more of a reaction. “Please daddy, please use your mouth.”

He was practically dry humping against my leg and started moving his lips down, to my collarbone, over my breast and kissing through the fabric of the lingerie, and all the way down to my hips. His thumbs hooked my panties so he could start pulling them down and his cold breath tickled against my heat.

“Is this what you want Dúfa?”

“Yes daddy, please.”

He groaned, kissing the inside of my thigh while pulling my legs onto his shoulders. He kissed both my thighs, even daring to bite them before looking up at me to make sure he didn’t go to far. I loved the biting though, it made moan and throw my head back while he bit and sucked dark circles into my skin.

I felt his lips getting more desperate the closer he came to my heat, and then I whined loudly when he latched onto my clit and started sucking, not easing his fingers up either as they pumped into me. Involuntarily, my back arched from the bed so I could grind against his face. I felt him smiling as he licked a long strip in between my folds and then teased his tongue in circles around my clit.

I grabbed his hair with both hands, squeezing his head with my thighs as I cried out. He pulled back, making me whine for more. He shoved my thighs back and glared at me, giving me butterflies in my stomach again.

“Keep your legs open for me,”

I nodded but he didn’t return, “Yes daddy.”

“Good girl,” He murmured, smiling, and kissing his way back to my pussy. I yanked his hair, pulling him closer and he started curling his fingers inside me. I whined loudly, not taking any time to get me worked up.

I could hear his fingers pumping in and out of me and it made me throw my head back, trying not to scream his name. He groaned and made the most delicious sounds when eating me out, causing a struggle to keep my legs open. I wanted to just curl up and take everything he’d give me but his strength at keeping my legs open was amazing.

“Daddy!” I moaned after a particularly magic swipe of his silver tongue through my folds where the tip of his tongue flicked off my clit. I bucked my hips into his face, making him growl my name in warning, but I couldn’t stop. I grabbed his hair and forced his face deeper into my head.

I felt the knot in my stomach tightening, an intense heat rising through my body, and I pulled his hair harder.

"I-I, fuck, Loki I'm gonna--" I cried out as he added a third finger and curled them inside, moving his tongue over my clit faster.

My legs started to shake as my orgasm washed over me hard. I squeezed his head with my thighs, screaming his name, and felt him smile, not slowing one bit.

Feeling his tongue still lapping at my over sensitive clit, I tried to push him away, whining that it was too much, and he finally stopped, laughing and crawling until he was face to face with me.

He kissed me hard, biting my lip and I moaned, tasting myself on his tongue. His body relaxed and pressed against me, letting feel his hardon too.

I clawed down his cold back to force his skin further into mine as he kissed me. Moving my hands down to his pants, I pulled his belt off.

"My turn," I mumbled, and he smiled.

"I love the idea, but you don't have of you do not wish to."

I rolled over him as I kissed his collarbone, glancing at him through my lashes. I went down his chest, letting my tongue cross over his nipple on my way, surprised by the way he moaned loudly and how his back arched into me.

I rose a brow and licked his nipple again, pleased when he whined my name. I bit at it and his eyes shot open, “Fuck, Y/N, are you attempting to literally kill me?”

I smiled and continued kissing down, going to his belly, and kissing the small, thin line of hair that disappeared beneath his underwear. I grabbed the top of his briefs and started pulling them down, impatient and wasting no time with any teasing.

Immediately his long, thick cock sprang free, smacking his stomach with a plop sound. My mouth watered with anticipation. “Fuck,” I murmured and looked up at his smirk.

He met my eyes and smiled, sliding his fingers through my hair, and giving a tug that induced butterflies all throughout my stomach.

I kitten licked all the way up his shaft before wrapping my hand around it and taking the tip in my mouth. He laid his head back on the pillow and I watched his neck strain, his back arching and his fingers grabbing the sheets as I shoved it all into my mouth. I pushed as deep as my throat would allow me before gagging and still couldn't get it all the way.

He was fucking huge, and I had to use my hands to get what my mouth wouldn't. He let out a long groan when I flattened my tongue and sucked him a little faster.

"Dúfa!" He cried out, his hips bucking in the slightest as be shoved his cock deeper into my throat and made me gag around it.

I moaned a muffled cry, grabbing his thighs suddenly and letting his cock fall out of my lips. He started to whine a protest

"No! D-don't stop!"

"I want you to fuck my face."

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and I smirked. Licking the side of his cock, I let him process my request.

"Are you sure? What if I'm too rough?"

"I'll... tap your chest three times. That can be the nonverbal safe word."

He seemed hesitant but I stuck my lip out in a pout and whispered, "Please? Please my prince?"

He moaned low in his throat, nodding, and sat up a little bit, working into his knees. I stayed on my belly but got onto my elbows, mouthwatering as I thought about what he was about to do.

Why was everything so much better when it was consensual? This whole sex thing was amazing.

We got ourselves into the right position and now that he was towering over my in a way, the butterflies in my stomach really started to dance.

Had he always been this much bigger than me?

I put my hands on either side of his hips, bracing myself and looked up at him as he took his cock in his hand, pumping it a few times.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, opening my mouth, and letting my tongue fall out. He grunted at the sight, lightly tapping his cock against the tip of my tongue.

He put enough of his cock in my mouth, so he didn't have to hold it anymore, placing his hands in my hair.

He started slowly, scared of hurting me as he rocked my hips and forced himself deeper into my throat. I started meeting his thrusts, pushing in at the same time he did which led to a hard assault of my throat. He moaned loudly, feeling my taking him so perfectly.

Loki's cock was something that I could, with zero complaint, have in my mouth all day.

He picked up my signals and started going harder. To help, I let my jaw slack and opened my mouth more, totally giving my throat over for whatever he wanted.

He moaned again, face contorting with pleasure as I really started deepthroating. He seemed to let his control slip. His breathing grew heavier, his thrusts were harder, and he grabbed my hair with such strength it could only be described as rough.

With his cock violently tearing up my throat, I realized I was finally taking all of him, which made me moan and the vibrations made Loki shout my name.

"Fuck!" He cried, pushing his cock the deepest into my throat it'd ever been, and then he was trying to pull out completely and I was grabbing his hips in protest.

"Y/N, I'm gonna cum!"

Again, be tried to pull away, but I grabbed his balls, massaging them and started deepthroating with a goal in mind. I wanted to taste him.

"Oh god," He groaned once he realized what I was doing. I felt his thighs tensing and then he was yelling like never before.

"Fuck Y/N! Yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

I felt his cum filling my throat and mouth and swallowed quickly, barely taking note of the one strange factor of it: it was cold.

It took enough gulps to make my jaw tired before I'd swallowed all his cum and let his dick fall out of my mouth, still rock hard.

His chest was heaving as he stared down at me, and I began to smile. He looked tired but I prayed that didn't mean it wanted to stop for the night. I wanted to go all the way now more than ever.

When I'd first gotten a good hold on my magic, one of the first things I did was learn a birth control spell. The last thing I needed was a child whose father was a Hydra rapist.

I hadn't had to use the spell since leaving Hydra, but I was glad I knew it, because I was certain of one thing. I wanted his cum inside me over and over again.

He must have seen the mischief in my eyes because he was suddenly, very obviously, suspicious.

I smirked and tackled him back onto the bed, straddling his hips and kissing him passionately. I wondered if he'd ever kissed a girl after cumming in her mouth; if he'd ever tasted himself.

He didn't seem to mind though since he wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss with an equal amount of love and passion.

"I want you," I murmured. "All of you."

"And you are sure that you are ready? I promise I will not be upset if you wish to stop here. Trust me, I am very happy right now."

I smiled at his teasing tone and kissed his jaw.

"I'm ready."

"Okay," He replied, still kissing me, and then he stopped. "But I'd like to let you know, that was the hardest I've ever cum in my thousand years."

I felt the blush creeping on my cheeks, but in a desperate attempt to distract him from it, I reached down and wrapped a hand around his cock. Watching his eyes roll back when I tugged it made the heat in between my legs much more noticeable.

"I swear I'm ready." I assured, and when he opened his eyes, I could see the hunger in them.

"Then be a good girl and roll over."

Biting my lip, I released his cock and rolled onto my back, squirming until I was comfortable. He came over top of me and immediately began kissing my neck.

I was nervous, no doubt, but I also knew that I wanted this. As he was kissing and whispering sweet nothings in my ear, I did a quick count of how long we’d been together. Had it already been five months? Time flew.

Squealing as he bit my ear, I grabbed his hair and kissed him hard. My one hand started to stray down his chest, scratching lightly until I reached his cock and gave it a tug, rubbing it against my heat and whining.

Loki grinned; “What? Needy? Of course, you are.” He bit my ear again, this time harder, and whispered, “Because you’re a little slut for me, aren’t you”

I nodded, whining, and kept rubbing his cock against me, grinding against it. He took my hands off and pinned them above my head, kissing and biting my lips again.

“Keep your hands there or I’ll tie them, understood?”

I nodded and he rose a brow. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl,”

He grabbed underneath my thighs to lift my legs up and spread them as he had when he was between them just a few minutes ago. He grabbed himself and stroked lazily, smiling when I whined and tries squirming my hips.

He lowered and aligned himself with my entrance, teasing it with just the tip as he slowly pushed against me. The tip went in easily enough, but he watched my face carefully to measure whether I was in pain or not. He kept pushing and when I winced at the stretch and burn, he stopped immediately.

“Is it too much?”

“No! Don’t stop, keep going.” I insisted, needing the burn now more than ever. I was so close to having all of him inside me finally, and no way was I going to scare him into pulling out.

“Astin min, I can go slow, if you’d like.”

“No,” I argued. “Please, keep going.”

He started pushing again and it stretched me so open I thought I would split in two. I grabbed the headboard to keep my hands up but also grip something and after a minute, he finally bottomed out with a low groan.

“You are so tight, kærr, fuck.”

He held still, letting me adjust and holding onto my legs. I was sure I’d be scattered with hickies and bruises once my body had enough energy to develop them, but for right now, I couldn’t care enough to look. Slowly, the burning and stinging faded as I adjusted to his size, and I squirmed experimentally.

He looked at me with a hard look.

“Did I give you permission to move, smalr dúfa?”

“No sir, sorry sir.” I mumbled quickly, loving the way he took control so easily, and equally shocked to see how easily I submitted to him.

“You believe you are ready?” He asked, arching a brow. His voice sounded mocking, but I could see in his eyes that it was a real question.

“Yes sir. Please, please fuck me.”

He moaned and grabbed my hips with bruise-inducing strength, and I grabbed the headboard again, bracing myself. I didn’t even have enough time to take a break before he started pounding into me. He was making the most delicious sounds, but I could hardly hear him over my own screaming.

The tip hit my cervix over and over again, making me scream his name as I saw stars. I tried to keep my hands where he told me, I really did, but it wasn’t long until I was clawing bloody marks down his back as his hips connected with mine.

To say the least, it was the greatest and most eventual night of my life.

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