TITLE: Self Control
CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: One Shot
ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki, your darling husband, slipping you an Asgardian aphrodisiac during a very important formal dinner party all because you claimed you had the universes strongest control over sexual urges.
NOTES/WARNINGS: Smut, lots and lots of it. Barely a plot in this really.
You had to go running off your big mouth didn’t you?
You sat in the chair surrounded by the greatest dignitaries in the Nine Realms, talking about everything from trade to alliances, only to be doing everything in your power not to grind your sopping cunt into the wood to try and relieve the urges you felt.
You noticed before dinner you felt a little frisky, Loki was getting changed after a bath and you could not stop staring at your husband’s delectable body as he towel dried it with a little more bending and flexing than was necessary, showing off his toned muscles. There was no time to alleviate the feeling then, but you had a strong control of yourself, you knew it would only make for more fun after the dinner. But as the evening went on, the slight urge became a throbbing pulsing, which in turn caused you to start dripping and become an absolute hot mess.
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