#loki x yn smut
My Mind Forgets To Remind Me, You’re a Bad Idea
Loki x Reader
Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?
Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),
A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!
The music is blaring in your ears.
The lights are blinding you.
The alcohol is clouding your judgement.
The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.
“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.
His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.
You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.
The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.
When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.
He’s full of shit.
If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.
“Bullsh—“
He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.
You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?
The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.
“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.
“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.
“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.
“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.
“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.
You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?
“Wait, what’s your name?”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”
—–
The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.
“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.
“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.
The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.
“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.
If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?
You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.
You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.
He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.
“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.
“Answer me,” He orders.
You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.
He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.
There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.
The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.
He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.
The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”
You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.
The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.
He’s not done with you yet.
“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.
You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.
The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.
“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.
The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.
You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.
You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.
Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.
“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.
“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.
You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.
You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.
The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.
The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.
His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.
He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”
You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.
“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.
He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.
Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.
You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.
He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.
The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.
You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.
—–
You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.
Especially after last night.
You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.
You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.
The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.
You never did catch his name.
You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.
You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.
You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.
‘Loki’
My Mind Forgets To Remind Me, You’re a Bad Idea
Loki x Reader
Summary: What happens when you let a stranger take you home?
Warning: unprotected sex, sex between strangers, degradation, branding, hand around neck (not choking),
A/n: This is my final post for my 1k celebration! This has been so, so fun!
The music is blaring in your ears.
The lights are blinding you.
The alcohol is clouding your judgement.
The hands around your waist have you falling… Falling hard.
“Come home with me,” The stranger mutters, nipping at your ear. He’d been eyeing you from across the room all night, sending you drinks, before finally coming up and dancing with you.
His jet black hair matches his suit perfectly, drawing your attention even more. You can feel his cock hardening against your ass, thanks to your dress. It’s been a while since you’ve gone home with a stranger, but the way he’s holding you has you wondering why you’re not already on the way to his house.
You moan quietly as he presses a kiss to your neck, your eyes fluttering closed. “Hmm… How do I know it’s going to be worth my time?” You tease, turning around before he can answer.
The stranger smirks, eyeing you up and down. He almost looks offended, until you realize he’s quite intrigued. “Because,” He starts, his hands trailing down to your ass. “I’ve been watching you all night, studying you. Figuring out what you like, what you don’t like,” He mutters, his finger lightly trailing up your spine.
When he reaches your neck, he wraps his hand around the back of it, pulling your face closer to his. Your stomach practically explodes with lust, your lips parting. “I know you like being tossed around like you weigh nothing. I know you like it when a man puts you in your place,” He says, which makes you scoff.
He’s full of shit.
If he knew anything about you, he’d know you hate when men tell you what to do. You’re an independent woman, you don’t need anyone to tell you what to do. He’s wasting your time.
“Bullsh—“
He tightens his grip on the back of your neck, a smile creeping across his face. “I’m gonna give you 5 minutes to say goodbye to your little friends. After that, you’re going to follow me to my car,” He orders, his voice dropping.
You gulp, your heart racing in your chest. His orders had your cunt clenching around nothing but air. You nod, wondering if he really was right. How did he know something about you that you didn’t even know?
The man turns his back to you, swiftly walking to the front of the club, standing by the door. You frantically search for your friends, not wanting to find out what would happen if you took longer than 5 minutes. You finally see your friend, racing over to her.
“I’m leaving,” You say, trying to catch your breath. You hope you don’t look as fucked out as you feel, but you know you probably do. Your friend looks you up and down, a smile on her face.
“Leaving to do what?” She asks, smirking.
“To have the best sex of my life,” You reply, turning around before she can say anything. You hear her laughing behind you, but you’re not focused on that right now. You’re focused on the way the man’s eyes are locked onto yours as you push through the crowd, beckoning you to come to him.
“Excuse me… Move… Coming through,” You mutter, elbowing your way through the crowd. When you finally reach the man, you look up at him, already feeling yourself submit. He stares down at you, glaring.
“Follow me,” He orders, opening the door. You hurriedly follow him, your short legs no match for his long ones. You follow him through the parking lot, stopping when he reaches his car. “Get in,” He says, opening his door.
You start to open the door, but your hand pulls back immediately. You can’t get in the car with this man. You don’t even know his name. What about all you’d learned about stranger danger?
“Wait, what’s your name?”
He chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “You’ll find out soon,”
—–
The whole time on the way to your house, the stranger is stroking your thigh, completely ignoring the way your legs were clenching. He hadn’t said a word to you, only sighing and clenching his jaw. Now that you’re in your apartment, he has you backed against the door, his hands roaming your body.
“Spread those legs for me,” He mutters, never pulling away from your lips. You do as he says, not wanting to get on his bad side. You feel his fingers working to pull your panties down your legs, stepping out of them when they’re around your ankles. He kisses you again, blocking your view of what he does with your panties.
“P-please, touch me,” You breathe out, desperate for attention. You need him, you don’t care about the consequences.
The man tuts, shaking his head. “You don’t tell me what to do. I tell you what to do,” He says, his hand grasping your shoulder. He pushes you down until your knees are touching your floor, eye-level at his crotch.
“Take me out,” He orders, motioning to the crotch of his pants. The hardwood floor is pressing against your knees, letting you know you’ll be sore tomorrow. You gulp, rubbing your hands over the growing bulge in his pants. You haven’t even seen his cock yet, but you just know it’s big.
If you’re gonna get ruined, might as well have fun with it, right?
You lean forward, staring up at him as your face moves closer. The man stares down at you, his chest heaving. You can tell he’s not used to waiting or not getting what he wants, and it spurs you on.
You stare at him while you stick your tongue out of your mouth, licking a stripe up his crotch, over his pants. The fabric leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but the way he reacts makes it worth it. The man chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in your hair.
He leans down so that his face is inches from yours, using your hair to pull your head back. “I tried to play nice, but you don’t like that, do you?” He asks, watching as you shake your head. Pure adrenaline is running through your body, your heart hammering in your chest.
“You wanna be treated like a little slut, don’t you? You love that you have no idea who I am,” He mutters, using his free hand to unzip his pants. You moan quietly as he tugs your hair, getting your attention.
“Answer me,” He orders.
You think over your response slowly and carefully, trying to piece together what kind of guy he is. Finally, you settle on a response. “Yes, sir,” You whisper, earning a groan from him.
He pulls his cock free, the sheer size of it sending a shiver down your back.
There’s no way you’re going to be able to handle this.
The man holds the base of his cock, tapping it on your lips, spreading his pre-cum on your lips. You close your eyes as you feel the head of his cock push through your lips, your mouth stretching around him. The stranger bottoms out, groaning as you open your throat for him.
He threads his fingers in your hair, throwing his head back, pushing his cock further down your throat. Your eyes are starting to water already, so you open your eyes, silently begging him to have mercy on you.
The man smiles down, chuckling deeply. He moves his hands from your hair to your throat, wrapping his hand around the bulge in your throat. He shakes his head, tutting. “Don’t act like you don’t love this… Taking a stranger’s cock down your throat. Knowing your throat will be sore for days but you won’t know who’s to blame,”
You whimper around his cock, staying still as he fucks your throat. Your eyes are burning with tears, but you’re determined to make the stranger proud.
The stranger grunts and moans until he’s close, quickly pulling out to avoid cumming down your throat.
He’s not done with you yet.
“Upstairs, now,” He orders, jerking his head to the stairway.
You scramble up to your feet, your knees weak with lust. The man follows your lead, landing a smack on your ass. You giggle quietly as you step into your messy bedroom, dark except for your nightstand lamp.
The man grabs your waist, backing up until his thighs hit the bed. He sits, pulling you close to him, you stumbling over his feet. You attach your lips to his, your fingers falling down to the buttons on his black shirt.
“Mm,” You moan, your fingers fumbling. You plop onto his lap, his thigh slitting between your legs. You grind your cunt on his thigh, your bare skin rubbing against the fabric.
The man chuckles against your lips, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass. “Can feel you soaking my leg through my pants; you that desperate?” He asks, pulling away from your lips slightly.
You whine, nodding your head. “Yes, need you so bad,” You whimper, gasping as he smacks your ass through your thin dress. You pull the shirt off of his shoulders, your fingers running over his porcelain skin. The stranger grabs your ass, digging and stretching, desperate for any kind of contact.
You rock your hips against his thigh, your bundle of nerves aching from the lack of pressure. You can feel your stomach tightening, your legs shaking around his. “Mm,” You moan, your jaw falling slack. You can feel yourself slipping, feel yourself going under.
Before you can feel that sweet release, the man is flipping you over, pinning you under him. His hips are grinding against yours, his bulge rubbing against your bare cunt. He’s panting against your neck, his fingers digging into your hips. You know you’ll have bruises on your skin, and the thought sends you over the edge, leaving you begging.
“P-please, fuck me. Need you so bad,” You mutter, your nails scratching at his back.
“Look at ya’, begging for some stranger to fuck you,” He groans, slipping his hand between your bodies. You hear the unzipping of his zipper, leaving your heart to pound in your chest.
You look down, watching as he pumps himself, holding the base of his cock. You can’t see as much as you’d like, thanks to the dim lighting in your room, but you can tell it’s big. Your legs instinctively spread, your back arching for him.
You’re aching for him, aching for a man you don’t even know. The stranger mouths at your neck, running his tongue over your veins, sucking and biting, claimingyou.
The man pushes forward, the head of his cock nudging its way through your soaked folds. Your body tenses up, ready for him, desperate. You moan and pant, your body opening up for him.
The stranger thrusts his hips into yours, his cock finally entering you. “Shit, love… So f’cking tight f’me,” He grunts, feeling your walls clamp around him. You whine as he works his way into you, going easy on you, knowing you’ve never had anything so fucking big.
His accent has thickened since the night started, and you’re not sure if it’s because of the alcohol or the way he’s fucking you into oblivion. You wrap your legs around his waist, claiming his as yours, pulling him deeper into you.
He rocks into you, pulling out and pushing back into you, his fingers gripping your body, whispering in your ear. “Don’t you feel like a whore? Giving your body up to random men in the club? I thought you were a good girl, huh?”
You nod, tears flooding out of your eyes from the intense pressure. “Yes, I-I am!” You shout, squealing as he quickly pulls out of you.
“On your fucking knees,” He mutters, on his knees behind you. You struggle to get up, too fucked out to think straight, so he helps you, using your hips to manipulate your body. Your stomach comes flush with the bed, your back arching.
He lands a hard smack to your ass, humming as he watches it jiggle. “Tell me you love it, tell me you love letting a stranger ruin you,” He orders, his fingers running over the swell of your ass. You suddenly feel a burning sensation, but it only heightens your pleasure.
Your mouth parts as he enters you again, his hand sliding around to the front of your body. He finds your clit, using two of his fingers to rub the nub, sending you over the edge.
You cum around his cock, clenching and spasming, all while the man fucks you, harder, deeper. He draws back, moving his hand to the back of your neck, digging his fingers into the flesh.
He holds your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to claim you. He fucks into you mercilessly, panting and moaning behind you. “I love it, I love it,” You sob, your emotions spilling out of you.
The stranger isn’t too far behind you, burying himself deep inside of you, his body stilling as he moans, emptying himself deep within your cunt. He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his cock still buried deep within you.
You attempt to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears, but your body slips under, too exhausted to catch up.
—–
You hear the sounds of birds chirping, scrunching your face as you pull the pillow over your face. You don’t know what time it is, but you know it’s too early to be up.
Especially after last night.
You whimper as you feel your cunt aching, sore from the abuse it suffered last night. Your whole body is sore, but your ass is particularly sore. It… Stings.
You pull the pillow away from your face, flopping your head to the side. You halfway expected the man to still be asleep, curled up next to you. But you knew better.
The bed is empty, no indent to be found. You know he probably left shortly after you fell asleep, but you tell yourself he slept over, sneaking out in the morning.
You never did catch his name.
You know you’ll never see him again, but you’d at least like to have a name to match his face. You roll over, swinging your legs off the edge of the bed. Your ass stings again, earning a groan out of you.
You slowly walk over to the mirror, your whole body aching. You’ve never felt this strange feeling before. It’s almost as if… You’d been branded.
You lift your shirt up, turning around to inspect your ass. Your fingers lightly run over the mark on your ass, your eyes widening as you see the letters.
‘Loki’
