Avengers 7 Minutes in Heaven & Imagines

Antlers

I pull out small antler keychain. "Tony What the hell is this?" I ask. 

"Reindeer games you're up." Tony chuckles. Shit. Let's just say I have a tiny, little, minuscule crush on him. Who am I kidding, I want this man to rail the shit outta me. 

"Ugh you midgardians have the most primitive games." Loki grumbles. Thor grabs Loki and shoves him in the closet as Tony pushes me in. This is awkward as hell. I lean against the wall attempting to keep a distance between Loki and I. If I get to close, I swear I'll ask him to fuck me. 

"Stark didn't explain how we play this game." Loki speaks up. 

"Oh. Dumbass," I mutter. My eyes widen. "Not you! I mean Tony! Um, basically it's a game where two people go into a closet for about seven minutes, hence the name, and they do whatever they want. Makeout, talk, doesn't really matter," What I really wanna say is can you please kiss me, but that would be weird.

"Why would I play this game with such a low life form." Loki questions. 

"Hey, you shouldn't talk about your brother like that, it's mean," I joke. There's silence until both of us burst into a fit of laughter. 

"I've never realized you were so humorous," He says honestly. 

"Well, if you talked to me more you'd know these things," I say simply with a shrug of my shoulders. 

"There are other things I want to know," He says, now standing in front of me. I audibly swallow, the distance between us grows very small. 

"Like uh, like what?" I ask, attempting not to sound nervous but failing miserably. 

"Like what your lips feel like," He says boldly as he leans towards me, his hands beside my head. My eyes widen but I quickly meet him halfway in the kiss. His lips feel just as soft as I thought they would as they press against my own. He slides his tongue into my mouth as I wrap my arms around his neck. I tangle my hands in his dark black hair, tugging lightly. He groans into my mouth and I can't help the swell of pride I feel. His hands travel down to my ass and lifts me off the ground, pressing me up against the wall, closing the space between us. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together so I don't fall. He grips my hips hard as he detaches his lips from my own. he kisses my jaw and works his way down my neck.

My breath hitches as he bites down on my collarbone. His thumbs traces circles on the visible skin of my hips. I moan lightly as he bites down a little harder. He licks a stripe up my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth and tugging lightly. "You respond so well to me, Kitten," My stomach does a flip as he calls me the pet name. Can this man get any hotter? He leans away, his hips still pressing into me to keep me on the wall as he pulls on his shirt. My eyes widen as his beautifully toned body. Guess he can get hotter. His hands come back to grip my hips as my hands leave his hair and hold onto his shoulders. I grind my hips into his, a low groan escaping his lips as he leans his head back. I attach my lips to his neck. Biting and sucking at his neck. 

He lets out a moan as I bite down harder on his skin. I kiss up to his ear. "And you respond well to me," I smile against his skin, moaning lightly as he grind his hips into mine. One of his hands slides up under my shirt and her takes one of my breasts in his hand. I arch my back, my head pressing against the wall. The door suddenly opens and Loki presses his forehead against mine in annoyance as his hand slips out of my shirt. 

"My bad," Tony says as he closes the door. Loki places me on the ground safely before pulling back on his shirt. I grab his collar and press my lips to his before exiting the room. I plop down onto the couch, satisfied with how my round went. Loki walks up to me, picks me up, and then sits down with me on his lap. My eyes widen as I feel something poking my ass. I turn around and see him smirking at me. You know what, fuck it. I stand up and drag Loki out of the living room and up to my room. We get into my room and I pull him into a kiss. 

"This'll be fun," He smirks as he begins lifting up my shirt.