marvel smuts/fluffs

🚨Dancing For Dominance ~ Loki🚨

A/N All credits to the original author "midgardnightmare" on Tumbler

you're cooking up some inviting italian food in the kitchen for supper as you hear your glorious man's voice echo from the foyer, announcing that he's home from work.

strolling towards you after setting his things down, "hi sweet angel, what are you making?" loki inquires with a contradicting raspy, worn out voice while kissing you on the forehead.

"your favorite, of course." you answer and smile lightly

"oh really? i'm not so sure that'll be my favorite for the night." he glares with a scrunched nose

"and why is that?" following up in playful tone

"all i want for dinner is you."

loki's demeanor suddenly adjusts as he fixes his deep, sunken eyes upon yours to then slide his gaze down to your plump lips, displaying his mood and how he wants the night to go. somewhat taken aback by his abrupt behavior, your face twists into a small look of confusion before allowing yourself to be pulled in by his charm. you gleam right back up at him, hooked on his passion, and snake your arms around his neck, diving into his touch as he roughly grips your waist and lures it to his.

all at once, your lips crash like yearning waves being drawn in by the tide. loki's hands give you chills from roaming all over your divine body while kissing as if you hadn't in weeks. yours stay caressing his shoulders up to the back of his head, swiftly grabbing onto his long locks and gently tugging his hair.

he lets out a small groan in response to your action and ends up leaving you forced onto the kitchen counter, your legs wrapped around him with his tongue still aggressively aggravating yours.

he releases his mouth from yours with a harsh bite of your bottom lip, slowly freeing it from the brink of overstimulation. you open your eyes slowly to see that loki has a fiery expression of hostility in his eyes.

his gravelly, insidious tone reverberates "i've had a long, hard day at work, darling. now let me take that frustration out on you."

you contemplate that proposition for a moment in your mind, but ultimately decide to take the mischievous route, grazing your fingers along his tie before yanking it. drawing his chest nearing yours and placing his face only inches away from you, your gleam staying locked on his the whole time, you proclaim

"why don't you let me take care of that issue for you?"

you hop down from the counter and take loki's wrist in your grasp, dragging him up to your bedroom. your agitated, adrenaline-high beau spins you around to face him, then throws you backwards to slam you up against the wall.

"dancing for dominance now, are we?" remarking in a brisk, mischievous timbre only loki could pull off.

you quickly remain helpless to his contingence, weak in this stance. you notice him gawking at how pathetic you look in this position, just the way he likes.

"you forget your place, darling." he says with a sneer, and begins to sheathe his strong hand around your throat, restricting your airway.

continuing his spiel, "you've gone too far, love, don't dare overstep."

"and what would happen if i did, love?" you manage to get your words out through every brief breath he allowed you, and you took each opportunity to tease mockingly.
this little quip you provoked loki with momentarily caused him to slip for a meager minute, reevaluating what he should do to make you submit. but by shifting for just a short moment, this landed him in the opposite position; seeing as you took that chance to kick him faintly between his legs, inducing him to fall to the floor while wincing in pain. it wasn't a hard hit, he was just caught off guard.