subspace.
| loki x reader | smut |
anon requested: s u b s p a c e fic w Loki. like after Loki making the reader come multiple times and she just slips into it pls
warnings: smut, d/s
a/n: I really hope this lives up to your desires, anon. thanks for the requests, I love to get them
“Kneel.”
You obediently sank to your knees in front of your dom, your head tilting back as your hair was harshly yanked by the god above you before he filled your pretty mouth with his cock.
That had been hours ago. Now, you were spread out with your wrists and ankles bound to your metal bed frame. Your back arched, a strained cry leaving your lips as Loki landed a slap to your abused cunt.
“Hold it. I didn’t say you could come again.” He snarled, feeling you get close for the fourth time that night.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered softly, trying to keep yourself from coming as his deep thrusts nailed your cervix, making your vision spark with pain and pleasure. You yanked on the bonds that held your wrists, desperate to grab him and drag your nails down his back or pull him close to you.
“Shh, relax and take it, Y/N,” Loki nipped at your shoulder, disapproving of your attempts to struggle against his ties. You tried to still, and as you looked up at the young god, you felt the familiar haze wash over you that blurred the lines between your fantasy and reality.
He saw it in your eyes, the all-too-familiar look he loved to see. You were teetering on the edge of slipping into subspace, and he knew you were hesitant.
You trusted Loki with your life, and you knew that he would never let you fall or abandon you while you were in that mindset. You wanted to relinquish control to him, to let your dom guide you and take care of you, but it was difficult for you to relax enough. You were constantly in charge of managing every aspect of your life both at work and school, and you so badly wanted to give yourself to Loki in the bedroom, but you always needed a little push, or in tonight’s case, four orgasms and a rough dom.
“Let go, I’ll catch you.” The dangerous tone that had occupied Loki’s voice all night was gone as his lips brushed your ear, coaxing you into subspace. Your fourth orgasm rocked through you like a tidal wave, Loki’s skilled fingers gently rubbing circles on your clit as he kept his forceful thrusts.
Euphoria flooded your body, making you feel weightless as pleasure overwhelmed your senses. Loki knew that even after your legs stopped shaking as he drew off your clit, that you were so far gone, floating around in subspace. You had stopped yanking against the bonds, and your body had gone almost limp below him as you relaxed. He slipped out of you, earning a whine of protest.
“I’m not done, Y/N, hang on for me.” He kissed your lips, softening up now that you were in a different headspace. You weren’t very good at communicating when you were like this, and it made him hesitant to be rough with you.
Your eyes closed as he leaned down and wrapped his full lips around your hardened nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. The action drew a whine from you, but you didn’t resist, despite the overstimulation he was putting you through.
“That’s my good girl,” He murmured, kissing up your chest to leave a mark on your neck for you to blush at in the morning, and him to admire.
You gazed at him dreamily as he moved down the bed, lying on his stomach and burying his head between your thighs. Electricity shot through your veins as he licked your soaking sex lazily. He gently pushed your thighs apart, giving him better access. Your unsteady breaths spurred him on, as he fucked you with his tongue, his nose nudging your clit, sending a shudder through your overly sensitive body.
“I know that you have one more for me, Y/N. You’ve been so good tonight, just give me another, then you can be done.” Loki urged you, gently fingering you and stroking your g-spot and lightly pulling your clit between his teeth.
A silent scream caught in your throat and you arched your back, your thighs trembling erratically, your muscles sore and aching from how many times you’d come that night. You barely heard his praises, only processing your own mind-numbing pleasure.
Loki untied your ankles from the silk that held them apart, and you drew your knees to your chest instinctually as soon as your legs were free. Loki gently squeezed your calf, making you wriggle away from him before he released your wrists.
“Y/N, you’ve got to learn to quit fighting these.” He hummed, touching the light red marks around your wrists, and you looked up at him with pathetic doe eyes.
“M’sorry sir.” You whispered, your voice barely audible.
“We’re done, darling, it’s ‘Loki’ now.” He kissed your lips tenderly. You murmured incoherently, and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you heavily. When you were yourself, you’d reach up to his hair and pull him in deeper, but now you were too fucked-out to think straight.
He pulled you to sit up, lifting a glass of water to your lips and supporting your head with his other hand. You opened your eyes, your gaze connecting with the deep blue-green eyes that were full of love and adoration for you. You obediently swallowed the water he helped you drink, rehydrating your body. You sank back against the pillows as he released you, setting the glass aside.
You tried to listen to Loki’s voice, but you stayed in your cloudy, euphoric state, unable to focus on his words. He told you that he was running a bath, but you didn’t react until you were being lifted into his strong arms.
You winced as the warm water swallowed your aching body as Loki sank down into the tub with you. He settled behind you, situating you with your back against his chest, resting between his legs. You laid your head against his shoulder, hiding your face in his neck.
“I love you, Y/N” Loki said, kissing your temple as he rubbed soap over your body with his cool hands, gently massaging your sore muscles.
“Love you,” you breathed, making him smile.
“Can you drink some more for me, darling?” He held the glass, not quite trusting your muscle control yet. You finished the glass before he washed your hair, rubbing your scalp and pulling a pleased moan from your lips.
“Does that feel nice?” He laughed lightly, his chest vibrating against your back. You nodded, squirming as the bath water began to cool, becoming uncomfortable.
Soon, you were wrapped in a fluffy towel and sat in front of the mirror, Loki standing behind you. He carefully brushed your hair, knowing you adored when he did so. It was intimate and tender, and Loki loved to comb through your tresses to show he loved you. It eased you back into reality, and soon you were aware of your surroundings and yourself and your sweet lover.
“Was I good for you, Loki?” You spoke, making his eyes snap up to meet yours in the mirror.
“Always, my darling.” He kissed the crown of your head.
“Nice to have you back.” He spoke after several moments, his heart nearly bursting as you giggled softly.
You watched him plait your hair for bed, tying it off with one of your bands he always kept around his thin wrists. He gave it a light tug before kissing you again, unable to keep off of you.
“You should sleep.”
You agreed with him, and you snuggled into his body, drifting off to the steadiness of his heartbeat, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.
