Avengers x Reader: One Shots & Imagines

A little meal before dinner - Loki Friggason x Fem!Reader

Summary: Before bringing you to the city's most famous restaurant, Loki decides the best way to take you is on your make up table. Maybe that wasn't the best idea.

Warnings: Explicit sex (F/M), Master kink, Sir kink, Dom!Loki, Sub!Reader, Rough sex, Praise kink, oral sex (fem!receiving), biting, marking (Fem!Receiving), wall sex, table sex protection used: none, don't be like them kids, use a condom and practice safe sex.

word count: 1885 words. (smut one shot)

Dedicated to:  ineedholywateromg

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You pressed the soft brush onto the apples of your cheeks. The blush spread across your face, not because you were applying it, but because your husband was running his hands down your sides. His arms placed themselves at your waist and his head came down to the nape of your neck, kissing and smelling your sweet, sweet skin. "How's my stunning wife feeling?"

"Hello darling," you held his neck closer to your head, giving him silent consent to place a love bite on your neck, "you're looking awfully handsome tonight."

"Do you know how irresistible you are in that black dress?" Loki dragged his tongue up to your neck, letting his teeth slightly abrade your supple skin.

"Does my husband want a snack before dinner?" you teased, placing your brush down on the table as you moaned at his actions.

"Pet, you're a goddamn meal." He smiled wickedly, unzipping the back of your dress.

You arched your back as Loki pulled on your beaded necklace, yelping when it broke and the obsidian pearls scattered across the marble floor. Your clean updo was about to become a messy one. Loki moved his target forward, kissing and marking your collarbone, embedding his dominance over you so deep that it wouldn't be gone for weeks.

He had booked a fancy place for dinner, one where all the billionaires take their partners to, and show them off to one another, a comparison contest. Loki was going to take you there, but he'd leave your body covered in his signature, his scent, his cum. He'd make sure everyone knew who you belonged to, and that they could never have you. You were his and his only.

Loki spun the chair around to make you face him. Your face was starting to sweat, and your makeup was slightly damp. Your hair was beginning to tangle, and at that moment, Loki decided this was the best view he ever had. Nothing could compare to your beauty, your patience, your virtues, your cunt. Loki thought of himself to be beyond lucky to have a wife like you.

He couldn't resist the temptations of your delicious mouth, pressing his lips to yours, tasting you. His sweet pleasure, your divine satisfaction; you both were a match made in heaven. Nothing could compare to the purity of your kisses- they were heart-wrenchingly full of love and compassion. Loki's lower lip snuck itself between yours, allowing your teeth to slightly bite down on his lip, bringing out a pleasurable moan from him. You'd never get tired of hearing that sound, and frankly, you never wanted to.

The god's hands travelled from your waist to your hips, curling one hand around it to hoist you up from your seat. He then used his free hand to swipe across the table, sending the entirety of your makeup collection to the floor, "Hey!" You yelped in frustration.

"Shut up, I'll buy you more," He promised in desperation, your touch exhilarating to his body.

Loki placed you down on the counter, making sure you were comfortable before spreading your legs, maintaining an extremely dominant expression as he did so. He pushed your thighs apart, forcing your body to obey his command. He wanted to have all of you, in every way he could imagine.