Summary: You grow tired of Loki ignoring you, so you dress to provoke the God of Mischief.
Warnings: smut, dom!Loki (? I’m bad at warnings)
Part II of this imagine
A/N: I wrote this at 2am after seeing Ragnarok and suppressing a ton of Loki emotions. You asked for part 2, and here it is! This imagine contains NO spoilers.
You weren’t completely sure what had gotten into Loki that night, but he had been avoiding you ever since. You had tried to initiate conversation, but he would always dismiss you in a bored drawl like he did everyone else.
And honestly? You were sick of it. You deserved some kind of answer, something more than a mumble or his usual sassy backlash. You knew you were nothing compared to the Asgardian women he’s bound to have had, but you weren’t the one who cornered him in the hallway.
You sighed, shaking your head to get out of your own thoughts. Tonight was one of Tony’s parties, and you were determined to have a good time.
Giving yourself one last look in the mirror, you smoothed out your green dress and slid into a pair of heels. It was an inspired look to say the least, with gold embellishments down the sides and sleeves. You weren’t sure that Loki would even be there tonight, but if he was you wanted to drive him as crazy as he had to you.
You could already hear the bass when you entered the hallway, and the noise quickly grew louder as you neared the party. Even though it had just started an hour ago, it was already packed with people you didn’t recognize.
“(Y/N)!” Tony was waving to you from the crowd, “Go grab a drink!”
You waved back and shook your head, weaving your way in-between everyone. You had almost broken through the barrier of people when an arm linked itself with yours, pulling you in.
You yanked your arm away and defensively pulled back your fist, but a hand closed over yours as a familiar voice spoke.
“Stand down!” Steve said, pushing your arm down with a friendly smile. “I almost thought I wouldn’t see you here tonight!”
You grinned back with a shrug. “I figured I might as well.” You and Steve had become close since you’d been recruited, and he quickly became one of your best friends.
You craned your neck to see if you could spot Loki among the crowd, but it was hard to tell.
“You should leave him alone.” Steve said, knowing exactly who you were looking for. “He isn’t good for you.”
Steve was the only person who knew about what happened with Loki, and that was only because it had slipped out in one of your late night conversations. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to be setting the two of you up anytime soon.
“You don’t know him.” You said, crossing your arms.
Steve huffed. “And you do? Look, (Y/N)…”
You held up a hand to stop him. “Sorry, I just remembered I have to go get a drink. Or ten. Talk later, okay?” Before he got a chance to answer, you had disappeared into the crowd and were walking in the opposite direction.
You found your way to the bar and just as you were about to ask for a drink, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. It didn’t take long to find the culprit, who was sitting on a leather sofa with a drink in his hand. His raven hair wasn’t slicked back like it usually was, instead it flowed down to his shoulders in loose, soft ringlets. His blue eyes looked you over, dragging slowly up your body and finally meeting your eyes. He always looked at you like he knew your every thought, like he could see right through you.
“I hear every fantasy like a prayer,” he had said. What if he could hear you, if he could get inside your head? You had never heard of him being able to read minds, but it wasn’t impossible and thought sent shivers down your spine. Loki smirked.
Turning back to the bar, you leaned over the counter a little more than you needed to and asked for whichever drink. You could feel his gaze on you the entire time, but you weren’t about to give him the upper hand by going to him. No, you would make him come to you.
It didn’t take long. A little dancing at the edge of the crowd, a little swaying of the hips was what finally broke him. You felt hands on your waist from behind and knew without a doubt that it was him. You continued to move with the rhythm of the song, grinding against the man behind you.
Loki groaned, “You look ravishing.” His hands trailed up along the gold embellishments, and then back down again.
You turned in his arms and found yourself so close that your noses could almost touch. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, entangling your fingers in his hair. “And you look… God, you look good.” With a smirk and one light tug on his hair, you had turned away and left him standing there alone.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” He suddenly appeared beside you, and in seconds had you pulled flush against him. You tried to stand your ground, but the longer he held you, the more you seemed to melt like putty in his arms.
His gaze was stuck on you, blue eyes darkened with lust as his hands began to wander. “Loki,” you pleaded, but for what you weren’t sure.
He, however, was. “You’re right,” He said, hands slipping under your dress. “We should take this elsewhere.” With a wave of his hand, you found yourself in what you assumed was Loki’s room. You gasped as his lips crashed onto yours, and he took it as a chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth.
Your arms snaked up around his neck as his hands moved down to squeeze your ass, and he soon realized you weren’t wearing underwear. “Risky tonight are we?”
“Shut up,” you murmured, pulling on his hair to bring his lips back down to yours. He grunted, his touch moving upwards to your breasts.
“This damned dress,” He said, and with a snap of his fingers it was gone and you were left completely exposed in front of him. You reached to cover yourself, but thought twice and instead pushed Loki back onto the bed. Tonight was your night.
Loki watched intently as you climbed on top of him, your bare legs straddling his hips. He grunted lowly as you lowered yourself onto his clothed erection, hoping his pants weren’t too expensive. He bucked his hips, and before you realized, he had flipped you so that he was on top.
His lips found your neck and you moaned as he sucked and licked at the sensitive spot beneath your jaw. His hands worked at your breasts as his tongue trailed down between them, his hair brushing against your skin as he took your nipple into his mouth.
“Loki,” you moaned, “Please.”
He hummed, tracing his finger down your stomach until he found your wet folds. “Please what?” He suddenly plunged two fingers into you, and you cried out in pleasure.
You tugged at the hem of his shirt, and with a snap it was gone. Your hands explored his muscly chest, all the way up to his shoulders and down his toned arms.
“Patience, pet.” He demanded, his thumb finding your clit. He rubbed in slow circles and you bucked your hips in need of more friction, a whiny moan escaping your lips. The look in his eyes told you that he wasn’t letting you off so easy.
“You’ve been provoking me all evening,” he chided, “Is this what you wanted?” The rest of his clothes vanished, and you felt his hard member against your thigh. You nodded and he sped up, his fingers fucking you as he whispered in your ear and you felt yourself nearing the edge.
“Tell me what you want.”
“God, Loki,” you cried out, “I want you to fuck me—“
His lips crashed onto yours, his tongue dominantly exploding your mouth. Just as you were about to reach your high, he pulled his hand away. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you from the loss of friction. He suddenly slid inside you and you gasped, either from pain or pleasure. He was so big.
Loki moaned lowly, sending waves of heat straight to your core. He stopped so you could adjust to him, and only when you nodded did he begin to move. You gripped onto his arms, the pain trickling away so you only felt pleasure.
“Gods,” He moaned, “I’ve waited so long for this.”
He pounded into you, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in. He was hitting all the right spots, and it didn’t take you long to be a writhing mess underneath him. You were close, and he knew it. He was relentless, his pants of hot breath fanning your face, and you could tell he was getting close too.
“Cum for me,” He demanded, “Now!”
Waves of pleasure coursed through you, and you cried out as you reached your climax, pulling Loki close. His thrusts became more irregular, and it didn’t take long for him to cry out your name as he spilled out inside of you.
Instead of collapsing on top of you, he pulled out and laid down beside you, still panting as he wrapped an arm around you to hold you close.
“I guess… I should ignore you more often.” He said, and you tiredly rolled your eyes.
“Don’t you dare.”