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You heard them before you saw them. The grunts and groans indistinguishable from any other sound, only getting louder as you crept forward. Wishing that it wasn’t true and that you weren't about to find the scene your brain was picturing behind your bedroom door. Wanting it to just be some loud X-rated video your boyfriend was watching. Your hope was shattered the moment the door creaked open, displaying your worst nightmare.
His naked, muscular back was the first thing you spotted, the familiar triskele straining and stretching with the way his body was moving. Tiny beads of sweat appearing on the back you always loved trying to mark up. His hands around a pair of hips, guiding them to meet his own, while her face was currently buried into the sheets you picked out, attempting to muffle her sounds. Her lean back on display, tensing and rippling with every bump. The exertion they were exceeding obvious in their huffing and panting.
“Derek?!” You cry out, heartbroken at the scene. He doesn’t even hear you as his movements never stop, giving it all he had in a way he so often did with you. It hurt more than you could imagine seeing him like that with someone else. Watching him make sounds and moves that were supposed to be reserved for only you. As a random slut basically hung off his cock as he fucked her from behind, her ass jiggling about as she screamed in a disgustingly high-pitched way.
It was enough to leave you feeling nauseous, but it got even worse when he grabbed her hair and pulled, allowing you to see her face. Your crumbled heart gave way to another fracture as you realized you recognized her, and it wasn’t a random girl like you had first thought. It was Braeden. His ex. He was fucking her with such a passion that you would’ve never thought they ended their relationship. For they were carrying on as if you had never existed, and at this point, you were starting to doubt it yourself.
“Stop” You speak up again, feeling as if you were light-years away and not in the doorway. Not that the distance mattered when their bodies didn’t even take pause to account for your words. The sounds and laboured breathing just as intense, even when you stepped forward on shaky legs. Feeling as if something was forcing you forward, making it impossible to turn around and run out of the house. A part of you hoped that they would stop and somehow explain this in a way that would mend your shattered heart and bring back your hopes and dreams.
“Derek, stop” You try again, voice barely any stronger, still too fragile in every way.
The only thing that changes is they seem to be getting louder with every step you take. He was grunting in a way he usually did when he was about to cum for you. Expressions and sounds you usually take great pride in producing. The fact that someone else was causing them, broke something inside of you in a way that you couldn’t fathom. Could you die from a broken heart? The tears on your face making you lose the crystal-clear picture they had made, though it didn’t matter as it felt like it would be seared permanently in your mind.
“I’m gonna cum, baby” Derek growled out in a way that usually had you meeting your own end. Voice so strong and growly, giving way to the wolf that was just under the surface ready to be released.
“Cum for me Der, cum in my pussy. Get me pregnant” She cried out, desperate and acting way too much like the pornstars on Pornhub. The words still managing to fill you with despair and hatred but overall pain like you didn’t know was possible. The ugliest tears weeping from your soul.
Somehow you had made it to his side, but blind white rage took over and had you whacking him with all your might, wanting to hurt him the way you were. It did nothing to deter them, it wasn’t even enough to have them acknowledging your presence or your hurt. Leaving you screaming his name, begging him to stop. Sobbing as it seemed like he couldn’t even see you no matter how loud you screamed and cried. Stomping all over your crushed heart with the way those deep brown eyes that you had grown to love so much, never once met yours, too focused on the way his cock destroyed Braeden’s pussy. Your only saving grace was that his body blocked enough of her to not see the way he had wrecked her.
Your attack seemed to be doing nothing, and your tears only falling with more frequency. Somewhere you hear Derek’s orgasm, usually a growl that was more wolf than man and your name, followed by him filling you up with his cum. It never sounded more foreign than it did at that moment hearing his voice replace your name with hers. Before you can pull yourself away, your brother was suddenly dragging Derek off her, his eyes red and the rest of his features in werewolf mode. Claws and fists slamming into him as he defended you, surprising Derek, and yourself.
Scott got a couple of good punches in before Derek had gotten a hold of himself, and then his own eyes were glowing blue, and he was returning the attack with vigour. Your shock lasted longer, unable to comprehend the change in scenery but beginning to panic at seeing your brother hurting your fiancé, and vice versa. Their rivalry-frenemies thing was supposed to be in the past. They had a good relationship now, and Derek was an excellent mentor to Scott and helped with pack issues. Though his ex was also supposed to be a thing of the past and she was lying naked in your bed still, encouraging Derek and pointing out the weak spots she saw in the fight to give him an upper hand.
You begin screaming at her, telling her off for encouraging their fight and for sleeping with your boyfriend. It’s enough to have Derek pausing his attack and yelling at you for raising your voice at the girl he loves. Driving the dagger far deeper than your heart could take. Crying and hyperventilating as Scott growls and lunges at Derek, claws ready to shred him apart, going for the kill for the first time in his life.
*
“Y/n” A distant deep voice called out. One you barely heard, too focused on the scene and your life falling apart. “Y/n, wake up.”
“Y/n” Your eyes snap open. Heart feeling like it would leap out of your chest, everything in you on high alert. Tears making your eyesight slightly blurry, face wet with the tears that had already escaped. Eyes darting around trying to figure out what had happened. Taking deep breaths to try and calm yourself as the dream starts losing its clarity the longer you were awake. Pain and betrayal searing through you as the only reminder of what had happened.
Derek’s dark features appearing in your field of vision moments later. His concerned wary eyes were ones you would usually want to comfort and soothe immediately, but the sight of him fucking his ex was still clear as day in your mind. Leaving you confused, it had felt so real. The heartache and betrayal even causing real tears and chest pain to surface, but the more distance you got from sleep, the more you realized it was just a dream.
“Y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” Derek cut through your overthinking overly alert mind. Visibly worried at the way you were crying, and wanting to comfort you, but you were far too tense and looked like you might snap at any moment. His hand reaching up to your cheek to ground and ease you, but you flinched and pulled back still lost in dreamland and fighting to place what was real and what wasn’t. That didn’t mean you missed the hurt that circled in his eyes at your rejection.
“Babe” He said softly, approaching you like he would a wounded animal. Fighting through the sting of your snub and following his instincts that were screaming at him to help. “Did you have a nightmare? Whatever you saw wasn’t real, ok? Your safe here with me.” Trying to calm your heartbeat that was still going far too fast for his liking. Your chemosignals reeking of sadness and despair, killing him and his wolf to sense.
It was just a dream, you kept repeating but you still felt the sense of deception and rage creeping in. Beyond mad that he would cheat on you. Bastard. How could he do something like that to you? Your thoughts influenced by the heightened emotions still coursing through you and having to continuously remind yourself of the mantra, that it hadn’t been real.
Derek in no way expected the first sign of life he would receive from you would be a hard punch to his stomach. Startling him out of his worry and furrowing his eyebrows in a way that usually would leave you melting at how cute he looked, his confusion palpable.
“What was that for?” He complained rubbing the spot you hit even though it didn’t hurt. It was more the surprise that you even did it. You weren’t a supernatural being like he or your brother were, so you knew better than to throw punches at them.
“You fucked Braeden” You accused him, voice full of indignation and anger. Not even caring that it was your dream, it was all too real and so were your feelings on the matter. The other part of your dream where he was fighting your brother disappeared in the face of his alleged cheating.
“What. No, I didn’t” Derek’s face scrunched up in denial. Not understanding at all what was happening or why you were accusing him of something he hadn’t done in years and definitely not while dating you.
“You did!” You almost screamed at his response.
“Baby, wha –” He mumbled, trying to follow your train of thought.
“How could you hurt me like that Derek. You fucked her right here in our bed. In our room.”
“No –” Derek tried again but you kept going, not able to stop the words now that you had admitted them.
“You didn’t even turn around when I caught you, you just kept going as if I didn’t even exist. You cheated on me” Your voice rising in pitch with every word, a little hysterical sounding even to your own ears. You knew them to be untrue, but you couldn’t help venting your feelings, you needed to get rid of them and expel them somehow.
His lips were twitching, fighting hard not to laugh, finally catching on to what had happened. Thinking you were so cute, cheeks flushed and lips in a big pout. Your heart and chemosignals had calmed down, helping him give way to the humour and not immediate panic that something was wrong. The little chuckle that escaped him was not something you expected nor appreciated. Only causing you to become angrier, even if you knew it was irrational and that nothing truly had happened, you were riding high on your emotions and his attitude wasn’t one that served to get you relaxed and thinking straight.
“It’s not funny” You almost growled out, eyes narrowing into slits, coming close to sounding like a real wolf for someone without the powers to help them out. He could sense the genuine anger radiating off you, but he couldn’t help himself. You were adorable when you were angry, especially now that you had stopped crying. His wolf calmed down a great deal, knowing that you weren’t in danger nor was there anything to be truly upset over. Getting mad over a dream seemed funny and easy to deal with compared to all the usual problems he faced as a werewolf and ex-pack leader.
“I know it’s not, but angel, it was a dream. I would never do that to you. You're getting mad over nothing.” He tried reasoning, unable to get rid of the amusement in his voice. You didn’t see the humour though, and rolled over, giving him your back as you made yourself comfortable to attempt sleep again.
“Aww baby, don’t be mad. It didn’t happen, I didn’t do anything with anyone” He tried again, humour still laced heavily in his tone. Too sleep-deprived to quit and failing to notice you weren’t letting it go like you normally would have. You just shook his hand off your shoulder, not wanting his condescending touch. A deep sigh was all you heard before utter silence. He knew you were serious, and that he had pushed you too far. He wouldn’t be getting anywhere now, so he too attempted to fall asleep once more. Both of you taking a little longer in finding rest once again.
***
The following morning you were up and out of bed before he was. His wolf noticing the empty space and alerting him the moment you had left his side. He tried talking to you once more but all he got was the silent treatment. After several attempts, he decided to give you space and went about his day, expecting you to cool down soon enough to at least be able to talk about it. In no way thinking you’d carry on with the irrational anger all day, but he should’ve realized it was his fiancé he was considering, and you weren’t always rational.
Derek reached his limit once it got dark out, and you would be heading off to bed in just a couple of hours. You were watching TV in your guest bedroom, hiding away from him, and indulging in your favourite show. Eyes glued to the TV, completely enthralled, and not missing a moment of the LOKI episode he knew you had already watched with him. The actor on the screen was in a collar on his knees, your eyes watching with a little too much enthusiasm and a bite of your lips. He was not impressed that you were giving the show the attention he had been seeking all day, as well as becoming turned on by it.
“Y/n” He tried to gain your attention once more, but it resulted in you ignoring him and acting as if you didn’t even hear him. It grated on his nerves, decimating his patience.
“That’s it” The next thing you knew, the control was missing from your hand, and the TV was turned off.
“What the hell” You blurted out, not expecting that. Though you should’ve. Derek wasn’t all that patient, and you knew eventually he would get sick of your attitude. Everything in you knew you were being illogical, but you didn’t care, what you saw hurt and infuriated you. His nonchalant reaction only making it worse. He should’ve just cuddled you and shut his muzzle.
“You’ll get it back once you talk to me.” Derek announced looking ready to throttle you when you just crossed your arms and didn’t reply. “Y/n. You can’t seriously be mad that I cheated on you in your dreams.”
You had the decency to look a little ashamed when he said it out loud, but you were finding it hard to give in and admit that.
“Baby, I love you. I would never ever cheat on you. Especially not with my ex. I haven’t even thought of her since I confessed my feelings for you, though it ended long before that. When will you realize your it for me, angel?” He declared and seeing the way you were softening up at his words, he kept going. Realizing you just needed the reassurance after the scare you received, and he should’ve handled himself a million times better. He had known and loved you for a few years now and after all the fighting with the rest of McCall’s to get here, all he wanted to do now was be with the one he loved and fought for.
“Your everything to me Y/n. I would be lost without you. No one has ever meant as much to me as you do. My wolf screams mate every time I see you, ok? That dream was not real, and it meant nothing. What I’m telling you now, is real and it’s us. Don’t let this cloud everything we feel for each other.” Derek said grabbing your hand from where it was resting against your knee and bringing it to his chest so you could feel how it beat for you. Gently rubbing his thumb against your skin, helping you slowly relax into him, his words doing a lot to help negate the feelings you had been having.
“Let me show you this is real. That I’m marrying you and that what we feel is all that matters.” Derek spoke softly, knowing it was the one way to affirm everything he said and felt. Wrapping himself around you would hopefully elevate your confidence in him once more. Though he knew it hadn’t necessarily been broken, you were just feeling insecure and doubting everything.
Standing up he pulled at your joined hands until you followed him back to your room. Your steps slowing down as you approached, resisting going back to where you had witnessed the nightmare happen. The dream playing in your mind the moment you spotted the bed.
“Trust me” Derek said looking into your eyes, “Let me get rid of this fear, let me replace anything you’re imagining or remembering with my touch.”
You nod shyly, trusting him more than the insecurities from your nightmare, and believing he wouldn’t trample on your heart the way nightmare Derek did. Taking a deep breath, you let him tug you until you were resting comfortably on your shared bed. His body following yours and surrounding you from every angle, pressing firmly against yours as he hovered over top, allowing his touch to be the thing that grounds and anchors you.
Lips finding yours with none of the hesitancy he had shown in approaching you all day. Firm and more passionate than ever. Tongue marking you in no time, in a possessive way, as if trying to claim you and remind you of who he belonged to. You lost yourself to that kiss, angling your head to deepen it. Allowing yourself to think of nothing else but his lips and tongue as his touch further convinced you. Feeling as his fingertips skimmed your sides and touched everything he could, not favouring one place for too long.
He teased you to the point where you almost got upset that he wasn’t doing anything to alleviate you. After all, he was trying to ground and boost your confidence, not leave you feeling worse off. Hands gliding further south until he reached the seams of your pants. Slipping underneath the cloth gracefully and down your mons, meeting your damp core. Fingers skipping your pleasure spot and going straight for your entrance, circling you before dipping his fingers inside, enjoying the tight grip you formed around his digits.
“Did you really think any girl would make me miss out on all this?” He teased while playing with your labia, giving it the attention you needed.
“So wet for me, angel. I could never give this up for anything.” He commented as his fingers never stopped, captivated by your juices easing the journey.
“Der” you moan, loving how the usually quiet and stoic Derek became so vocal around you, reducing you to nothing with just his words.
His hand did not stop as it left you leaking with arousal, though his mouth eventually parted from your lips to remove your shirt before mapping a path down your neck, kissing trails up and down the expanse of skin. Wanting you to know how serious he was and needing to reclaim every inch of skin he could get his hands on. Finger gently stroking your nether regions while his kisses were forceful and almost harsh in getting the message across.
Once his lips had covered your neck and made you almost lose it when they touched your most sensitive areas near your ear. He made his way down your chest, and though you weren’t one to receive much pleasure from your nipples unlike some girls, it still felt nice to have such gentle loving attention on them. To feel treasured and special with every touch. He loved playing with them and you did receive pleasure from the fascination and care he showed them.
Lips soon continuing their path, kissing your stomach, and making sure to pay attention to the spot near your bellybutton that was far more sensitive than it should be. Smiling at the way you undulated into him before he finally reached the apex of your thighs. His kisses purposely avoiding the touch he was giving your clit with the rougher pads of his digits, kissing your delicate thighs instead. Using your known ticklish spots to his advantage and upping the stench your chemosignals were giving of desire. Just when you were about to cry out in desperation, he gave you what you were craving. Tongue meeting his fingers, focusing on licking out your sopping hole as his fingers rubbed your clit. Amping the sounds you had been releasing and leading you that much closer to your end.
His eyes were closed, and you couldn’t help but stare at the way he looked lying in between your spread-out legs. Face buried in your snatch, determined to ring out as much pleasure as he could from your body. Everything looking far different from the dream you had, giving way to the subtle nuances in between them. Helping to settle the fear that he would choose someone else, something you tended to doubt from time to time, but you knew the truth. You knew he loved you and would never hurt you that way, even if for some reason he did stop loving you one day.
You relax then even as your body tensed and coiled for a different reason. Finally able to give in and shudder around him, screaming his name to express yourself. His beard was messy once he managed to pull away from your sweetness, not bothered in the slightest to change anything about it. A big grin on his face as he stared up at you, proud at seeing the elation take over the stress that wracked your body. Your pussy clenching and winking at him.
“I love how you taste, baby. Could spend hours here.” He spoke longingly, tracing a finger up and down your sensitive lips. Watching them shudder in response and seriously debating going back in for a second round.
“I could never give this up” He reaffirmed speaking more to himself than you. Sounding raw and honest with his gruff voice. Your hands digging into his hair and pulling him up at his tone, smashing your mouths together, just needing his lips on yours. Dragging him as close as humanly possible, desperate for more of his taste and touch. He had you well and truly distracted, craving him like no other. Letting go completely of things that never happened and giving in to what was real and true, providing you with all the support you could ever need.
“Inside” You beg, rutting up against his sweats. Hooking your feet into them and attempting to tug them down his legs. Getting them halfway off his ass before his hands were coming down to help you get rid of them faster. Your legs wrapped themselves around him once you had cleared the obstacle, loving the feel of him pressed against you, but at that moment, you needed something else. Impulsively you flipped him onto his back, surprising him with your strength, even if he had a hand in training you. Both he and your brother were fiercely protective of you and since you were only human, they all but forced you into training, wanting you to be able to defend yourself against the supernatural.
Once he was spread out underneath you. You roll your hips a few times feeling that hard length throb for you. Lifting yourself up and angling him just right before dropping down with your weight on top. Both groaning out as he entered your heat, slowly being pushed in until he was as far deep as you could take him. The angle opening you up to a deeper hit, grinding against your g-spot in ways that had you struggling to ride him the way you wanted to. Your legs taking it with ease to begin with, torturing yourself, more than him, with how slow it was. His hands, firmly on your waist where they dug deep, fighting to control himself and not release his load right there and then.
The dream faded away with every kiss and touch that came from your fiancé but letting him dictate everything wasn’t what you needed at that moment. You needed to feel in control. After the dream, you needed the reassurance of his touch and to feel him underneath you, to have a firm grip on what he was giving you. Which was why you were on top, he always managed to touch every inch of you from this angle. His heartbeat was right underneath you, proving that this was real. That your love was true, and nothing could ever rip you apart. Not after fighting to prove to your brother, mother and even Stiles that the former alpha was not a bad guy, and genuinely loved you.
“Your so fucking tight, angel” He groaned, eyes rolling back as he resisted his most basic urges. Wanting to pummel into you until you lost consciousness but knowing you needed things to go at the pace you set, in order to believe that the dream was meaningless. “Could never want anyone else. Only you.”
You let his words soar through you and give you strength to bounce on top of him. Your muscles getting nice and used, with the way they lifted you up and down. Energy getting drained as you near your crescendo, trying to fight through it and hitting each thrust with determination and precision.
He was surrounding you in every way even though you were riding him cowgirl style. Staring deeply into his eyes, feeling the love you shared transmitted through the air and satiating that insecure part of you. Reaffirming your love for him as he reached up and thread his hands with yours. Helping you balance as well as supporting you when your high bubbled over and had you squealing out.
“Love you, my angel.” He moaned out, saying exactly what you wanted to hear as you let your senses override you. Heart racing, breathing deeply, while your hands curled into his as your body was leaning heavily over him. Feeling his stare even though your eyes were closed.
He had allowed you a few moments to recompose after you hit your peak, but one punishing thrust is your only hint that this wasn’t over. His pace was much faster than yours had been, using the bed for support as he rammed up into you. Hitting your g-spot with every deep thrust he gave, prolonging your own excitement, and having you quickly seeing stars at the extra sensations. Your fluttering walls forced him into following you into bliss not long after, meeting his own high. Juices spilling inside, giving you the last sense of security that he could and marking you as his in every possible way.
Your face propelled into his neck, biting at it to release some of the tension you were feeling as you came down. His arm coming up to run down your back in a soothing gesture, allowing you to recollect yourself and feel close, protected, and loved. His scent giving you the chance to relax and breathe, managing to help even if you weren’t a werewolf who could smell emotions.
“I love you, Derek Hale. So much. I’m sorry I was mad. It just hurt seeing that, even if it was fake.” You explain from your place in his neck. Words mumbled against his hot skin, but his heightened hearing made it no concern.
“I love you too, Y/n McCall. And I understand but know that you don’t ever have to worry about that happening. The only way it would happen is in a dream. But dreams mean nothing, they’re not real.” He stated again, wanting to drive that point home. Kissing the side of your head as he felt you nod and place a kiss to his neck.
The nurturing, protective touch he was giving you and being surrounded by his scent, had you giving in to the post-orgasm haze. Eyes fluttering closed for a quick rest that turned into a deep sleep, while Derek remained awake. Unable to help but stare at you in awe, glad you were there with him but still quite surprised to have you in his life, often feeling like he didn’t deserve you. After such a tumultuous history in love, he never would’ve imagined he’d be here, happy, and excited to be getting married to the love of his life. His past relationships would never mean anything when compared to you. You were the biggest blessing he could’ve ever asked for and he would never take advantage of the love and trust you gave him. With one last kiss to your forehead, he was following you into the arms of Morpheus.
***
“Y/n” His voice almost a whisper, sending a shiver down your spine from your position standing above him, while the electricity took the same journey down his back and to his cock.
“Does my daddy like that?” You ask him, as he receives another shock. The collar he was wearing jolted him with minor shocks of electricity whenever you waved your magic at it. Wearing nothing but the collar as he sat on his knees, panting heavily, and flushing quite prettily. His cock, bobbing up and down, pulsing with each buzz it receives. Knowing that the feeling alone would probably get him all the way to the finish line, but he enjoyed drawing it out.
You were struggling not to squirm in your knickers for him, even as he kneeled at your feet, more exposed than you were in your lingerie. The switch in roles was intoxicating, his usual prowess missing for the night as he submitted to you. It was the last thing anyone would imagine him doing, but here he was on his knees wearing a collar and about to break and beg for more. You were patiently waiting to hear him do just that but he kept resisting it, not wanting to give in just yet, even if he was supposed to let go of the control he usually carried.
His body at eye-level with the cloth covering your quim, giving him the perfect view of your slick soaking through, and outlining your lips for him. Helping the situation attached to him to rise further. Wishing he would lean forward and bury his face in your snatch to solve your problems. Though you were also glad he was resisting and following your orders instead. Not wanting him to do anything but take the vibrations and work himself up like that. He could chase his orgasm and enjoy the way your magic had the collar and his cock linked up, but you were waiting for him to finally give in to the desire and ask permission to orgasm. Until those words fell from his lips, he would be feeling everything but that accumulating pleasure.
The collar had been magicked into shooting electricity down his body but also making it so his cock would feel encased from all sides, squeezing tight as if your walls were surrounding him and fluttering about. Quick caresses that lasted for a couple of seconds, enough to give him a taste but not quite the same as fucking you. It paired nicely with the electric shocks, giving way to a bit of torture to his body but only with the goal of pleasure and overstimulation in the end.
“You look so yummy with your cock leaking for me, Loki. What a good boy” you taunt, twisting his usual words for you around. Always the one to be praised for being a good girl, something you usually treasured but tonight, he had let the reigns go and you were having fun trying them out. Sending another small shock his way with a flick of your hand. Your magic powering the collar and squeezing around his cock, the dual sensations working him up just right.
He had been resisting beautifully, arching his back, and biting his lip hard to keep everything back. Not wanting to give in too easily, he’d never been the sort to roll over and let someone take it. He wanted you to work for it, he wanted you to have your wicked way with him for once. You could sense that it was harder than he thought to let go and give up control, even with you. A strong sense of emotions wafting over you, something you swear you were feeling earlier but couldn’t pinpoint from where.
“Look at your cock, it's so red. You’re aching for me, aren’t you? Do you want to cum? Does my daddy want to cum in his daughter's pussy?” You ask, rubbing at the soaked cloth, his eyes following the move with fire behind them.
“No, you haven’t been a good boy for me, and only good boys get to cum in my pussy” You claim, smirking when his eyes narrow, and he looks like he wants to snarl and talk back. The way his eyebrows furrow as he resists the temptation, makes you want to kiss him, he looked so cute.
You continue your touch, giving yourself the littlest bit of relief but not enough to satiate anything on either of your parts. Letting up on the collar, you turn your focus to his cock, using magic as if it were your hand and encasing him in a good grip. Knowing the touch was not as firm as it would’ve been had it been your actual hand, but your touch helped you both at the same time in different ways.
The collar had his magic restricted, leaving him powerless to stop the assault that way. There were safe words if he truly wanted out but there was no way for his magic to overpower you and switch your roles in this game. Giving a new sense of intimacy to your illicit connection, and showcasing the love and trust he had, without needing to speak a word. It made you feel powerful to have that much control, everything resting on your shoulders, but you were vibrating with excitement and arousal at the view he provided. Hair wild, body tinged with sweat, muscles flexing as his hands remained in fists. You wanted to give up and mount him right there, but you wanted him to give in more.
“Come on Loki, be a good boy and beg me. You know you aren’t allowed to cum until you do. Not allowed to have my wet little pussy until then” You taunt, pulling your knickers to the side and showing off your glistening folds, running a finger down and bringing it to your lips for a taste. Purring as you tasted yourself, exaggerating how delicious you found it, purposely teasing him with your moans and tongue.
It had him leaning forward, wanting to be closer to you and hypnotized by the sight. At that moment you flicked your wrist again and this time activated the shock collar, it always seemed to generate shocks right to his groin. His body slumping forward to take a deep breath, restraining himself but the ghostly grasp around his erection squeezing him tighter had his head and hair flipping back dramatically once more. His hips thrusting forward, chasing the pleasure, and wanting to cum, cock bobbing and leaking out precum.
Tongue coming out to lick your lips as you watch the intoxicating sight, rubbing at your clit a little insistently. “Don’t you want to feel my pussy grip you as your cock fills me with your cum, daddy? You know what you have to do to have my tight little pussy in the magics place. You don’t want to use magic when my pussy is ready for you, do you?”
Loki was finally at his limit it appeared, unable to take the sensations any further and watch you touch your wet quim. Staring into your eyes, he says the words you’ve been dying to hear, “Please kitten, let me cum. I want to cum for you, want to show you how badly I want to fuck your drenched walls. Please, let me. Please let me cum for my little girl”
You smirk, knowing it was a struggle for him to have admitted those words. Hating to be vulnerable even if it was with you but you were glad you could reduce him to such beauty. Wanting to reward him for his words, you tighten the magic and send the collar on constant vibration, feeling like a vibrator would against his cock while an invisible grasp was imitating your walls. Ordering him to “cum.” The dual sensation overworking him and sending him to spill out over the floor and a little bit on your feet. You couldn’t help but moan with him as he did so. Loving to see the way his face scrunched up as he finally lost it, spraying his load in a way that seemed to burst out of him. Body heaving with exertion and overstimulated, to say the least.
You stopped the vibrations and magic as soon as he started twitching, not wanting to overwhelm him too much. Letting him catch his breath and recover, knowing that even with magic and being part Jotun, his refraction time would still need a moment.
“That was amazing, daddy. You did so well for me, responded so nicely to my magic and my words. Followed my direction beautifully.” You praised, eyes shining with love and awe. Not expecting to enjoy seeing your father in such a position. “I want you to lay back, I can’t wait any longer”
While still recentering himself, he manages to move quickly, wanting you just as badly as you needed him. Shifting his position until he was leaning back on his forearms, watching you and waiting for more. You smile at him but push his chest with your foot, wanting him to lay back all the way. He follows your order, not expecting when you trace his chest and hover your foot above his mouth, looking at him expectantly. If you had been anyone else, he would’ve never conceded but since you were his little girl, he opened his lips and stuck his tongue out, sucking on your toes and licking the remnants of his cum.
Once they were cleaned, you don’t waste time and crawl over his body. The impatience that had a hold of you was guiding him and without magic he was left ripping at your knickers with his bare hands, using a force that had you clenching around nothing. Grasping onto his erection, you quickly line yourself up and fall down onto his length, taking him in your ready walls and pushing down eagerly. Not even feeling the pain that would normally come with, just the stretch that you never got tired of.
His hands come to your waist but your magic without thought lightly electrocutes him, admonishing him for touching you. The touch was subtle enough that you didn’t feel anything but a tickle. A smirk appearing on your lips at his indignant look, not liking that he had to resist the urge to touch you. Curling your hands around his, you lift them up over his head and hold them there. Leaning over his body and rising up on his cock before falling back down, getting in a rhythm soon rough and watching his every move. His face turns to delight as you keep up your moves, turning your hands over so you were holding one another rather than caging down his wrists. Challenging your control slightly instead of allowing himself to be held down. Squeezing your hands when needed as it was taking a toll on him to not flip you over and fuck you into the floor, but he promised, and he liked seeing you above him, heaving your breasts right into his face.
Your hips were moving too fast for him to properly feast on your nipples, but you could tell he was enjoying himself regardless. His hips were unable to not thrust into you but you didn’t mind, you still had most of the control over your hips and liked keeping him in place. Making sure to clench around him every so often to stimulate what your magic was doing before. Knowing that your body felt ten times better than just the use of your magic did, plus this time he would feel your slick and the added pressure.
“Fuck, I wanna cum daddy. Fuck me Loki. Cum inside me Loki, I wanna cum together.” You were bouncing like you never had before, wanting him to cum inside of you. Wanting to feel the explosion from all angles instead of just watching it this time. A slight vibration spreading from the collar, down his spine to his cock, only adding to the pleasure for both of you. Hips rising faster to meet yours, needing to get you both there even if he wasn’t meant to move. You liked the way it felt against your clit and those places deep within your walls, so you allowed him to continue, too close to the edge and needing to get there yourself. Wishing you had the collar on as well but seeing him in it and under your mercy was enough in the end. Clenching down tight and holding him in a grip that had him forgetting everything and losing himself again not long after. The vibrations that never stopped pulsing out from his collar also helped.
Your body falling forward when it couldn’t move anymore, muscles twisted in pleasure and nerve endings sending everything on skyrocket. Tingling throughout your entire system. Swearing that as the pleasure soared and made everything fuzzy, you heard your name multiple times from a different voice than Loki’s.
*
The next moment your eyes were blinking open, and you were not in the same place at all. The orgasm and your name being used repeatedly had woken you up from a beautiful dream. Realizing it was only but a dream when you spotted the angry glowing blue eyes over your head, having been completely lost to the fantasy world until Derek felt the need to wake you and disturb it.
“Der?” you croaked out, half asleep and mind still with Loki, if you were being honest. It was hard to concentrate after such a realistic dream, you could feel your shorts just as wet as you felt in the dream. Though that might’ve also been Derek’s cum in your panties, either way, it only added to your own arousal. His body underneath yours had felt so real, your own body aching and throbbing as if it were. Even the family relation had felt genuine. How did this all come from watching a couple of episodes of Loki? Sure, Loki had been wearing a collar and you had imagined a similar scene the whole time you were watching it earlier that day… but what a dream.
“Did you have a nice dream, angel?” He asked sardonically, startling you out of your thoughts. Eyes glowing in a way only supernatural abilities permitted, letting you know he was pissed. The way he spat out ‘dream’ gave you an even bigger clue of something being amiss, but you were not awake enough to have total cognitive function and didn’t form words quick enough for his liking, since he spoke again without your response.
“Oh, fuck me, Loki. Cum inside me, Loki. What the hell, Y/n!” He mocked. Apparently, you had not only been dreaming but speaking aloud as you dreamt. Something that had rarely ever happened to you before and now decided to happen when it was a sex dream, heaven only knows, why it couldn’t have occurred with a normal random dream like you had every other night. At least you hadn’t mentioned the taboo relationship that had also made a brief appearance in your dreams, there was no explaining that one away. It was a crazy dream but thank Odin for small mercies.
“It was a dream, Derek. I couldn’t control it. Weren’t you the one who said dreams meant nothing?” You throw back his own words, smiling as you do. Finding the amusement that you didn’t yesterday. He on the other hand seemed to have lost that humour, not at all impressed with how you twisted his words and threw them back at him. Instead of responding, he crossed his arms, pouted like the little sourwolf he was often called by others and turned his back on you this time. Something you couldn’t help but break into laughter over. It seemed you weren’t the only irrational jealous one in your relationship.
Giggling, you curl into your pillow, guessing it was your turn to prove he was the only one you wanted. Even though the dream was hot, and Loki has been a crush for a while now, no one could replace your sourwolf. Maybe you could ‘apologize’ to Derek by convincing him to recreate your dream with Loki. It was just a shame neither of you had magic to control each other with and add another level of stimulation, but if you played your cards right, you both might get a turn with that collar.