Marvellous [Marvel × Top Male Reader]

Trust | Loki Laufyson

Requested by: Radi0-ghast

Genre: 💛

Warnings: sexual themes / sex / Ragnarok setting

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It had been a few days since the God of Mischief had landed upon this planet of squalor. And he thanks his silver tongue for having already gotten in good with the Grandmaster, not wanting to participate in the fights along with most of the other new comers.

Although in his short time here, he had seen in passing someone with a complete disrespect for the rules of Sakaar City, and he couldn't help but be intrigued.

The mysterious man had frequented the Grandmaster whilst Loki was in his company. He was shocked the first time he had seen the man, as he had stabbed the Grandmaster in the side.

Although he had found out that day that the Grandmaster was an immortal, and that Topaz, the head guard, really hated this guy, due to the flimsy sense of humour he shared with the Grandmaster.

Loki had later asked the ruler about the man, having got an almost reminiscent account of how the two had come to met, and how close the two were. He had found out that this [Y/n] was also an immortal, albeit a much younger one than the Grandmaster, and the two liked to joke about it by either [Y/n] finding flaws in the elder's security, or by the Grandmaster electing the younger man for arena fights.

He had also managed to find the male's room, being only two corridors down from his own. The dark haired frost giant currently found himself outside the other's door, having no plan as to what could be said or an excuse as to why he was there.

A small amount of anxiety picked up for the green clad man, which he refused to acknowledge, mentally claiming that he was just tired and that he needed to head back to his room for that reason, and not any other.

Just as Loki had turned to leave, the creak of the door opening had him freezing in his tracks.

"Well, what's a pretty thing like you doing in a dingy place like this?"

Loki slowly turned to the voice, seeing the man, without a shirt, and wet hair. He couldn't help but go slightly pink at the sight, he was more stunning than any of the wannabe gods he had seen.

"I- erm-"

Before he could answer, [Y/n] had turned back into his room, giving the smaller man a nice view of his arse in his leather pants.

"Come."

And without much thought, Loki followed him into the room.

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"Ow! Did you just bite me?" The God exclaimed, rubbing at his shoulder where he could feel teeth indentations. He sent a small glare to the naked man infront of him, tears having pricked his eyes at the unexpected pain.

"Sorry love, you just struck me as the type." [Y/n] leaned closer, an apologetic smile on his face as he kissed the bite mark. The [H/c] haired male began kissing down his chest, the other lowering himself onto the bed as he got lower. The small gasps echoing through the otherwise quiet room, turning the top on further.

Loki gasped as the other took his member in his mouth, expertly twirling his tongue, as though the two of them had done this a thousand times before. It wasn't long before Loki was gripping the bedsheets, mumbling about how close he was, he whined when the other backed away.

The smaller whimpered as the remaining saliva left an uncomfortable cold feeling along his cock, making him harder and all the more sensitive. [Y/n] grabbed the man's legs, lifting him as he maneuvered a pillow under his lower back. Loki attempted to sit up, trying to see what the other was going to do, but was quickly pushed back down with a hand on his chest. The taller man smirked as he kissed the ravenette, pressing him back into the bed.

"Trust me~" He whispered as he pulled away, a playful look in his eyes that made the God melt against the bed. With only the view of the ceiling above, the ravenette jolted at a wet sensation on his inner thigh, a suprised yelp passed his lips, making the other chuckle against his sensitive skin.

The sensations continued, teasingly getting closer to his throbbing entrance. His back immediately arched when a tongue pushed through, softly stretching the him as it went deeper. Loki went to grab at the other's hair, but due to the slight elevation he couldn't reach, his half-lidded gaze drifted the bars of the headboard, gripping onto them as he gave into the urge to buck his hips.

Two hands firmly gripped his thighs, keeping his hips in place as the other continued to eat him out. His tongue flicked against the bundle of nerves, causing Loki to cry out, the overstimulation of being edged getting to him a little bit.

When the ravenette's legs began to quiver, [Y/n] once again backed off, his sub now whimpering profusely, tears slowly cascading down his cheeks as he was being denied release.

"Plea-... please..." Loki's crystalline eyes begged the [H/c] male. The taller gave him a sympathetic smile, leaning down and kissing away his tears. The smaller male continued to murmur pleas, his member throbbing uncomfortable, his hips bucking messily against the air, trying to find some form of friction.

"Okay, sweetheart, hands on my shoulders." Loki instantly followed the command, letting out a shaky breath as he feels the bigger male slide into him. The young God attempts to grind into the other, only to have him pull out and shake his head in disapproval. "And because of that, this is going to be harder for you. You're not allowed to cum until I say so, now put your hands on the bars you greedy slut." [Y/n]'s face becomes stern as he commands him, Loki melting a little at the forceful tone and the nickname.

Shakily, his hands found the bars, back sitting rather awkwardly against the cold metal. He whimpered when his legs were lifted over the other's shoulders, excitement twitching at his dick as it rubbed on his own stomach.

Without warning, [Y/n] bottomed out in one thrust, slamming the smaller male against the bars. Loki cried out, tears flowing freely as his sobs are strangled between moans.

The pace continues, slowly pulling out and then thrusting hard and deep. It was agonising, yet so pleasurable.

It was almost like every thrust got slower, and the anticipation for the pleasure grows even more. Like that feeling before you hit a drop on a roller coaster.

Every thrust hit Loki's prostate, his back bruising at the bars, his head lolling forwards and his hands slipping as he struggled not to give in to his tired and sensitive body.

Drool fell down his chin, hitting his chest as he tried desperately not to bite his own tongue. Each slow thrust pushed him further into the bedframe, his climax slowly reaching. Loki could barely keep his eyes open, the animalistic grunts only encouraged him further.

"I'm- I'm-"

"I.. know."

With a few quickened thrusts, stumbling hands and shaking thighs, the pair of them rode out their highs in a sweaty bliss, the overstimulation melding the pain and pleasure indescribably.

Cum painted Loki's chest, either of them were too tired to move, [Y/n] having collapsed into the smaller man's chest. Loki panted, a hand falling to the hair of the man who had just railed him good and hard, the man who will probably have left him with the inability to walk for the next few days.

"For the love of Odin.... you were right."

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Oh my shit

I don't know how to feel about this one

Also I don't know if I'm getting better or worse at writing

I feel I'm a bit too fast with saying shit, or I don't paint a detailed picture

I don't know

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