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[stuckybarton]

Birthday Sex for Frostbite!Loki 😝😛😋

Woot Woot for this!! So, I just had to go with TH's age right now for this. Reader is in her mid-30's so not really much of a huge age gap between them.

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Warning: Mature Content. Explicit 18+. Rough Sex. Mentions of bodily fluid. Not Beta'd. Loki hating his own birthday.

Birthday Sex with Frostbite!Loki

Loki Hates Celebrating his birthday. No questions asked.

You had often asked Thor and the rest of the family why, but no one has a good answer

Sylvie would often point out that his past birthdays were filled with meetings and arrangement that he didn't really have the care to celebrate now.

Thor would answer that their father never really cared for his birthday unlike the rest of the siblings, that believes it was just a pity for what their father had forgotten.

Hela just points out that Loki was scared of getting old.

One thing had be certain since you two got together, since you've found out about his--other life.

You want to celebrate his birthday, whether he likes it or not.

So here you were, the café closed earlier than usual. The staff was given the rest of the day off as you had decorated the place with birthday streamers and banners; Thor, Sylvie, and surprisingly even the nonchalant Hela had also stopped by to help with fixing the café.

You and your Uncle had also baked Loki's favorite cheesecake and a chocolate birthday cake. You had also bribed your security detail into not telling Loki about your plans. A hearty meal and the promise of staying in the house for the next week had them agree instantly.

Jane and Darcy had helped with the food. Everything that Loki loved in his meal. A good bottle of wine and another whiskey. They had brought it to the café.

Gifts had also overflowed the table.

Everyone feared Loki, but there was still the respect and the appreciation for the opportunity he had given to them, either in the company or in his mob.

Glancing down, you had also decided to dress to the occasion.

A dark green summer dress that complimented Loki's fixation for green suit or more often ties. The dress was made to mark yourself as his.

"he's gonna be pissed off." Hela pointed out as you had finally texted Loki to come pick you up from café.

Frigga, who had arrived last was quick to scold her eldest daughter and her pessimism

that had worried you initially, but then again, knowing the past your boyfriend had, it was good to give him something to look forward to--especially now that you were here to stay.

It didn't take long for his car to park in front of the café. Everyone had hidden behind the counter and the smile on your lips lingered at the confusion that set on his face.

The café was different, the vintage décor that you and your Uncle had spent ages perfecting was covered, in cheap balloons now resting above the ceilings, the gold tinsel curtain that had partially covered the windows, and the large 40 balloon plastered on the wall.

"what's all this?" his eyes darken, a storm you were more than certain you would be facing behind closed doors

before you could explain, Sylvie and everyone else had exited their hideouts. Everyone cheering and singing Loki a Happy Birthday.

The storm in his eyes disappeared as he put on a smile, the biggest smile you had ever seen from the man.

But you knew him, knew the mask he puts on in front of people. He was pissed beyond belief, but he would play along, for the sake of the people present. FOR YOUR SAKE.

For the next few hours, Loki played along with whatever you had planned.

The blowing of the candles, the dirty party games that Darcy and Sylvie had planned, even the opening of gifts.

All throughout, Loki had you besides him. Arm wrapped tightly around your waist. Hand digging onto the curves of your waist, almost painfully so whenever you would try to try to leave your place besides him.

Then finally, the mini party had come to an end with Loki insisting that everyone could go and the two of you could clean up--much to your protest as well as your Uncle's.

But Loki had a way of convincing him, and silencing you in the process with just his arm wrapped so tightly around your waist, nails digging so painfully against the thin material of your dress.

Loki had ordered his security to place all of the gift in the waiting car. The suited man waiting patiently outside, while you finished up.

But Loki had other plans.

"fight me."

Inside the office, you were splayed haphazardly on your office table on your stomach, all the records and files now thrown on the floor.

Your skirt bunched around your waist and your panties pushed to the side as Loki's cock had impaled you ruthlessly.

as soon as the two of you had finished cleaning the café for tomorrow's shift, he had pulled you into the office, the only place you had allowed to ever have sex with Loki in the premise of the café.

he had made the most out of it. fucking you so hard and so deep. rutting his hips into you as his chest laid heavily on your back, rendering you incapable of moving--like he wanted you to do.

you bit your lips, stopping the moans from escaping your lips all over again. you're not gonna play his games. not like this. not when he acted like a complete asshole to you now that you two were alone.

with your silence, he became rougher. hands now finding their way to your body. one hand wrapped around your neck and the other falling to your core.

"fight.me!" every word punctuated with a rough trust.

you finally couldn't stop yourself as the first pained moan had escaped your lips. this blurring the line between pain and pleasure.

With the small space you lifted your arms up and tried pushing him away, every fiber of your being was trying to push him away.

but he was too strong.

you played dirty shoving your hips towards him toward pushing him away with a resounding pop.

You tried to escape but the action had you tripping, with Loki catching you, and the both of you ended on your carpeted floor. Loki fucking onto the floor.

"come on, love. where the fight in you?"

you closed your eyes and dug your knees further onto the carpet floor as he continued to fuck you. Hands splayed on your neck and the other profusely rubbing onto your clit building you up.

the pain continue on as the coil finally snapped and you finally broke all the control you had left in your body. the moan escaping your lips and Loki was quick to consume with his mouth.

the ropes upon ropes of cum now coated your inside, but your boyfriend was far from soft.

"i'm not done with you." he had whispered pulling you with him until he was on his back sat on top of him, full length thrusted onto you.

for the next god-knows how long, Loki had made it his mission to fuck you into oblivion. your panties were discarded somewhere in the room as well as the dress you wore.

sweat, cum, and some blood had also painted your skin from his actions.

you've come more times than you could think of.

and the satisfied smile that now painted on his lips also meant he felt the same.

"is the stick out of your ass now?" you inquired trying--and failing to stand back up onto your two feet. Legs giving out on you.

you glared at Loki, annoyed that he had rendered you incapable of walking for God knows how long.

"depends on how fucked up the plan is right now."

turns out, Loki wanted to spend his birthday with just you. no one else. had someone cook a meal for the two of you before whisking you away to some place just for the weekend.

you messed it up.

"but i'm happy you'd thought about me, My Love." He assured you as soon as he noticed you in your own thoughts. "no one ever made the effort to plan a birthday for me."

"why?"

"age is something i can't run away from." he points out and mentally cursed knowing the pessimistic Hela was right.

"now i can call you daddy." you teased but the smile on your face fell at his cock coming back to life at your statement. "nope. i need a fucking breather. i'd crawl buck naked if i had to escape."

"go on right ahead. i'm sure my driver would enjoy the show of my woman thoroughly fucked into oblivion before i place a bullet in-between his eyes."

you rolled your eyes holding your arms up for him. He was quick to lift you up, buck naked into his arms, bridal style.

"i have your shirt in the drawer and some panties. can you get it for me?"

"seem to be prepared for this kinds of interactions?"

"prepared? maybe. Interactions? this is a fuckfest and you know it."

You point out and your eyes just drowned away into the smile on his own. it was one thing to see him all broody and cold, but it was another to see this side of him, playful and lighter side. A ice cold heart, finally melted away.

"and i would want it any other way."

With that, you were cleaned, clothed, wine and dined back in your shared apartment, fucked a few more round, before falling asleep in the waiting jet as the two of you now make you way to Paris for the weekends.