Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...
Pairing: Mobster!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader
Rating: Mature
Warnings: language, kissing, possessive Loki, stalking vibes, mafia au
Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Square 11: Morality crisis
Wordcount: 980
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<< Part (2)
You shopped like there is no tomorrow and bought everything you ever wanted to buy at the boutique. Now you are sitting in a limousine, next to a man who claims to be the man of your life.
“What is it, flower?” Loki slings one arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. “You don’t look like a woman who just went on a shopping spree.”
“This is…too much. I should bring everything back. I,” you lick your lips. “I don’t even know you and just spend so much of your money. It’s wrong.”
“Are we having a morality crisis,” Loki purrs in your ear. “If you want to pay me back, have dinner with me tonight. My treat.”
You sigh deeply. “Listen. Even you have to admit that this is crazy. You can’t just walk into a store, tell me you lay claim on me, kiss me, and buy me all the shiny things.”
“Why not?” he nips at your earlobe. “I want what I want. And I want you, Y/N. If you want to give the clothes away, so be it. But you should think about my offer first.”
“What offer?” you dip your head to look at Loki. “You never told me about an offer, Loki. I don’t like men playing games with me.”
“I want you to have dinner with me. After that, you can go home and forget about me if you don’t like me. Or you can agree to join me at my brother’s party and let me show you a whole new world.”
“No catch?”
“No catch, darling. You can keep all the clothes and I’ll never bug you again. I promise to stay away from you.”
Loki’s offer sounds tempting. You chew on your lower lip, debating whether to take his offer and keep all the clothes and accessories or go home and forget about the man you just met.
“If I agree to have dinner with you,” you clear your throat to sort your thoughts, “I want you to be honest and tell me how you knew my name.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” Loki kisses your cheek softly. “I promise to answer all of your questions.”
“Then I’ll go out with you tonight. I want you to drive me home now and pick me up at eight. And remember, you will answer all of my questions.”
“You look fabulous, darling,” Loki praises as he guides you inside your favorite restaurant. He holds the door open for you, and immediately takes your hand to walk hand in hand toward the table he reserved.
“Thanks. You paid for the dress, remember?”
“It was worth every dollar, Y/N,” he whispers in your ear and kisses your cheek. You smile to yourself when Loki pulls a chair for you. “I’d love to see you wearing all the clothes you bought.”
“First I want you to answer my questions,” you quirk a brow at Loki as he sits down opposite you. He looks stunning in his black suit and matching tie. His hair is perfectly styled, and you wonder if he’s hiding a hairdresser in his limousine.
“Of course, darling. A promise is a promise,” he smirks. “And you’ll see that I always keep my promises, Y/N.” He takes the menu to decide on what to eat. “Ask, and I’ll answer.”
“How did you know my name at the boutique?” you ask. “You said my full name, Loki.”
“Today, wasn’t the first time I saw you,” he begins. “Around one year ago you attended a party. Someone said that you are a friend of one of my confident’s girlfriends. You caught my eye.”
“I told you to not lie to me, Loki. But here you are, lying straight to my face”, you huff, frustrated. “I thought you could be more than a cocky sugar daddy throwing money at women.”
“Darling, I…wait,” Loki gasps when you get up to leave the table. “Please wait. I’m sorry. I believed it’s better to not tell you the truth.”
“What truth?” you throw your hands up. “I don’t know you, but you know my name and my address. I didn’t have to tell you where to drive me to.”
“Y/N…”
“I want to know the truth!”
“Your father did business with my father some years ago. After he got out of business, he asked my father to keep an eye on his family and protect them. When my father retired, I took over this task.”
You gape at Loki. “For how long did you follow me?” you question. “How long?”
“I didn’t follow you per se,” Loki gently cups your cheek. “I kept tabs on you and your family. I made sure that you are safe. You and your family.”
“You were following me…” you place your hand on your heart, gasping. “How can you ask me out if you were stalking me all this time!”
“Darling, I didn’t stalk you,” he tries to calm you. The other guests stare at you and Loki making a scene in the middle of the restaurant. “I made sure that you are safe. I wasn’t lurking in the dark to pounce on you like some creep.”
“What about the boutique? You were there because of me, weren’t you?” you snap at him and jab your index finger into his chest.
“I swear, this was a coincidence. One of my men was keeping an eye on you. I didn’t follow you that day. I wanted to buy something for Sharon.”
“I shall believe this. Huh? You are a fucking creep! Why do you follow me? You could’ve just asked me if I’m okay.”
“I fell in love with you over the time. I couldn’t stay away,” he raises his voice and grips your arms. “I tried so hard to stay away, but just couldn’t. I want to give you the world and more…”
SUMMARY: What's worse than an unstable hormones led by a pregnancy that makes you want to fuck your husband constantly? Being cockblocked more times than you thought possible in one day. What's even worse? The only man capable of easing your needs is forced to be a hundred of miles away because of a particular Himbo's mistake. Fun.
CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship)
WARNINGS: Semi-smut (?). Interrupted Phone Sex. Strong Language.
WORDS: 4,103
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Request by @sunshineyrosie:
hi! I thought it’d be a little easier to message you. My idea is kinda connected to the Expecting fic. Pregnancy hormones are making reader super horny and she shows up to his office unexpectedly telling him she needs him “urgently” which makes him concerned at first thinking its bad when really she just needs release. Then someone comes into his office and tells him there is an emergency and they have to go right away (maybe a family emergency or something) so he has to tear himself away from her. He ends up having to leave town for a week leaving them both wanting. So he calls her on the phone and apologizes for his absence, and then talks her through an orgasm
https://youtu.be/zjYmTLSBQvs This scene is what gave me the idea
Hi. This was actually fun to write and also i blame you for me now adding Grey's Anatomy to my To Watch List for next month. Thanks for that XD. Also just letting you know that I may or may not have cockblocked them twice on this. I don't know, I am not used to phone sex (if that makes sense) but i might explore this concept in the future. Thank you so much for the request. :)
Pregnancy had been so such a change to your lifestyles, just as much as it was to Loki's own.
Your 12-hour shift in the café was reduced to half as much as Loki's own time in both the company and in the family business was almost nonexistent at this point. Thor had become his substitute and you were more than welcome with the new change. But amongst the new changes in your life was the itch that only one Loki Laufeyson could scratch. Including this very moment.
Tapping your foot as you waited for the elevator to open to Loki's floor, all of the things you wish to do to your insatiable husband already had you clenching your thighs together, the familiar wetness already pooling against the lingerie set you had on. Anything to pull that man out of the office and into your pants.
As soon as you heard the ding of the of the elevator, you were quick in your steps, getting out and immediately greeted by your good friend Darcy, a bright smile on her face as you approached her desk.
"Perfect time for a visit, Lady Boss." Darcy winked looking through her computer. "Loki has an hour and a half to spare before he has another meeting."
You smiled, already keeping in mind the pastries you'd have Loki bring her tomorrow. After a quick chat, you found yourself almost dashing inside his office. The sight of him, sexy as all hell, seated in his desk. It brought so much memory in your head. The moment you had told him about your baby. The first time he had fucked you in this office and the promise of continuing that tradition, as much as you were still capable of, being kept.
You knew he had noticed your arrival. Eyes glued to whatever was on his desktop computer. But never once did he try to acknowledge your presence, but the grin on his lips always said otherwise. The impatience in you had won out as you quickly approached him and the idea of fucking in his office looked like a good idea right now. The growing stomach was becoming quite a challenge for the two of you and you want to test how far the two of you could go.
"Loki can I get a minutes? It's urgent." You called out of the blue, voice sounded pained more than anything, eyes focus solely on him as he was quick to jerk his head up towards you. Worry quickly laced his features, gone was all the mischief hidden behind his blue eyes.
"Are you alright?" He was quick to be up his feet. Making his way towards you. Hands already in their way towards your swollen stomach. "Is the baby alright?" He questioned.
Had your horniness not been on the way, you would have appreciated your husband's concern. Even as the excitement of being a father flowed through him, the constant fear of being just like his adoptive father still haunted him and you try your best to exorcise. But there were more pressing matters you needed to worry about at this very moment. Shaky hands quickly made their way to his green tie. Pulling him until his head leaned closer to your own.
"I need you, Loki." You plead, lips ghosting against his own as your entire being ached for him. As your lips finally met, the smile was now on his lips, taking control of the kiss as he always does. He pulled you closer to him, arms snaking around your waist in the process.
"You had me worried for a moment there, My Love." He chuckled pulling away for a moment as he took a good look at you. "Do you have another trick up your sleeves?" He teased knowing fully well you're armed to the teeth with things you could use to pull Loki away from his work--or as Loki liked to call, "your seduction tactics".
Before you could retort, his lips found their way towards your neck, caressing them with his lips, leaving a trail behind. His cold breath, fanning against you skin, breaking you into a prickle of goosebumps. The sensation of his cold lips, cold hands brought a contrast to your own warming skin. His hands sliding lower until they met your ass. Clenching them as he pulled you even closer to him. The swell of your stomach being the only thing separating the two of you.
"Didn't I just sated you this morning, My Love?" He teased, hands now raising towards your hair, combing through the tendrils of your hair, before one hand clenched onto the back of your hair. The familiar ache that jolted right through your core in the process. "You've become so greedy for me, My Love? Morning, noon, and a handful of rounds at night?" He tuts as his hips jerked, momentarily feeling the solidness of his erection against your front. "Have I corrupted you so and you are now constantly hungry for me and my cock?"
You could only nod as his teeth bared against your neck. Marking you as he was always so used to doing to you. Inside the shirt you wore was his painting, various hickeys he was more than proud to refresh every few days. Your neck was also littered in them, letting everyone know who you exactly belong to.
The baby inside you was not enough for him to stop making his claim and you were more than glad he didn't.
He lifted you up into his arms, and the two of you had found yourselves in the black sofa in the middle of his office. Him sitting and you were on top of him. His hands now found their way back towards your waist as he pulled you back into a kiss.
This was what you appreciated about Loki. He took his time to make you breathless, needy, and consumed by him. He wanted you in every shape and form you could give him. His lips taking your own as his hands took control of your hips, stopping you from creating friction for your own release.
He was making you crazy with just his kisses, but he made sure to control you all at the same time. No one is allowed to make you come besides him. He made sure of it, made you incapable of having your own release if it wasn't from him, his fingers, lips, or his fucking cock.
He had truly ruined you for other men. It was a good thing you were married to him or it would be a whole different story if you weren't.
"Is this truly urgent, My Love?" He teased pulling away for a moment and you finally couldn't help yourself as the smile on your own face returned.
Loki wasn't one to make sex as anything else but serious. But just the irony of what had you had reduced yourself into and what you had made your husband endure since the start of your pregnancy, it was ridiculous.
"Well yes," You confirmed now wrapping your arms around your husband's neck, fingers combing through his jet black hair. "This stupid pregnancy hormones that makes me want to have sex all the time--urgently."
"Hey, I do like the stupid pregnancy hormones." He points out pulling you back into a kiss.
Your hands now falling towards his shirt, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, but the sound of both of their phones ringing had you two share a groaned. If it wasn't one thing, it would be another it seems. Pulling out your phone just as the same time Loki had, you could only rub your temples as your Uncle had texted you about the Health Inspector making a visit later in the afternoon and you were needed back in the café as soon as possible.
"My oaf of a brother had found himself under Fury's nerves." Loki muttered and you had realized the mood was ruined.
You groaned even louder as you rested your forehead against his shoulders. You didn't know why, but the tears had somehow found themselves forming in your eyes. Stupid Thor being too arrogant and ruining your moment with your husband. Stupid Health Inspector needing to make a visit the one time you wanted your husband more than anything.
As the sniffles escaped you, your cheeks cupped into your husband's cold hands as he lifted you to look him face to face. The tears now freely falling as you looked at the annoyance that now rested on his face at the situation you two were having being ruined.
"Why are you crying?" He asked, face softening, thumbs wiping away the tears that had fallen to your cheeks.
"I'm not." You tried to deny but with one lifted brow from your husband, you relent. "Yes." You nod wiping another tear before he could. "I cry every time I get mad."
"Wait, you're mad?"
It was a sight to see Loki, so confused, worried, and amused with what had been going on with you. You tried your best to keep the tears at bay as you tried to calm yourself and rationalize what exactly pissed you off more. Thor or the fucking Health Inspector. Both somehow being the reason why you can't have sex with your husband when you wanted to.
"All I want is to have sex with my husband but that fucking Health Inspector would be up both me and my Uncle's asses for the next god-knows how long." You snapped. "Thor needs to get his shit together, you're not gonna always be there for him if he keeps up with his antics." You added.
The knock on the door had the both of your groaning once again, knowing it wasn't Darcy, whoever it was would face your wrath.
"Brother?" Thor's voice could be heard through the door.
"Thor?" Loki questioned. "Give me a minute." Loki had requested, hesitantly buttoning up his shirt and quick to fix your clothes as well as you finally stood up from his lap.
You broke into another sob and before Loki could even console you or stop you, you found your way towards the door, opening it and seeing the surprise in Thor's face seeing you in the office, the worry upon seeing the tears still streaming down your cheeks, and the confusion at seeing Loki behind that looked just as confused with what was going on.
"Whatever the fuck you did this time Thor, you better make sure you have Loki fix it and come home to me as soon as possible. If he's not home tonight by nine pm, I will personally be the one to castrate you and you better fucking hope Jane is not looking to add to the soccer team of kids you already fucking have."
Thor had stood, speechless, and for the most part genuinely scared that someone that barely even reaches his shoulder could make a threat that had genuinely had him shake from where he stood. Loki had really become an influence to you, as much of a spitfire you had always been, pregnancy hormones had turn you even worst.
"So, get out of my face, bring whoever army you have in your fucking arsenal and my husband will meet you when I am done with him." You spat slamming the door right on his face before he could even say a word.
You turned to your husband that remained on the couch, confused and loss for words at what you have just said towards Thor, one of the few men you never spoke ill about, until this very moment. Your hormones were so fucked up it scared him how it would happen as the months go by.
You pecked your husband, one, two, many times as you possibly could. Hoping that once whatever crisis the two of you had to handle for the day could be fixed and the both of you could continue on with what you had started in his office. Hesitantly, with what little strength you had, you made your way out of his office not before hearing him chuckle and tell you how much he likes this stupid hormones of yours.
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"You could have had Thor bring the toys." You muttered to your husband as you looked through the dozen upon dozens of stuffed toy that were now housed in what would be your baby's room.
Everything was slowly coming together. A crib on one side, with the changing station in the other. The color green wasn't really what you would have picked for the color of the room, but from your husband's many ways of convincing you it would work, it was growing on you. Dark green walls and the gold accent wasn't what you would have picked for the room, but it somehow worked. Fit for the son of a Mobster King.
You could only smile, thinking about the good things. How you and your husband were excited for the arrival of your baby, The things you wish to be able to do for child. To make sure they live a life that was not like your own, and certainly not like the life Loki and his siblings had to endure at the hands of their father. You would do anything for your child, even if it means accepting that there would be a time that they would get involved with the family business. Accepting the fact that this will forever be part of your husband's life as much as your own now when you married him.
'I was told he would prefer to have a few more children in his future.' Your husband had pointed out through the other line.
Because of Thor's stupidity and incapability of dealing with things without using threats or war, Loki was force to drive out of town and personally fix Thor's mistake. It wasn't dangerous, Loki had assured as much, but his presence would be perfectly needed to ease the tension before far worse could possibly happen. He was after all the God of Lies, and his silver tongue could always save the day. But because of this, Loki wouldn't be home for a week--much to your annoyance and desire to have Thor give you a visit to make true to your earlier words to him.
"He's banned from the café until further notice." You muttered hearing the chuckle that escaped your husband's lips at the comment.
You could only sigh, as your husband continued to tell you about what was going to happen for the next few days. Meetings with Fury and the rest of his gang. You found your way back to your bedroom, frowning at how big it actually was now that he wasn't here. It brought you back to the time when Loki was far too consume with the company that neither of you had time for each other anymore.
The baby had changed that concept completely, both of you changing your schedules to have more time together. It had also meant that Loki had become less involved with the other side of the business, letting Thor handle most of the physical parts of the business. Four months of what you had called utter bliss, ruined because of Thor.
'Have you eaten, My Love?' He inquires as you make your way to the bathroom to prepare for bed.
"My Uncle is making strew later on tonight." You respond, turning on the speaker of your phone.
Placing the device on top of the shelves, you began to wash your face while you ask Loki about his own dinner. You could only smile at the complaints he has about the room service even after he had made his instructions as specific as he could be when he called. A pompous ass if he wants to be.
"Please tell me you didn't hurt anyone." You teased.
You knew how Loki could be, irritated as he could, his fist would often be the last resort when his patience grows thin. You had saw it first hand in the past, it had scared you at first, but you got used to it as time goes by. As long as he doesn't hurt you or anyone you had cared for, if this was what earn him the fear and respect of his people, then so be it. It was sort of hot too if you could be frank about the situation.
'I didn't hurt anyone.' He assured, but you knew perfectly well someone from his entourage did it for him.
You rolled your eyes at Loki and his affiliation with lying by omission. It almost screwed up your relationship in the past, you just hoped he wouldn't hide something important from you if he didn't need to.
"And I'm not four months pregnant with your baby." You snort as you wiped your face with the towel and made your way back to the bedroom with the phone at hand.
Sliding off your clothes, you had pulled out one of Loki's many array of shirts in his closet. The familiar green shirt no longer reached your knees because of your evident bump, but just a shy away from where your stomach met with your groin. You contemplated wearing some underwear, but thought otherwise as you finally slipped into the bed, with the duvet covering you to the neck.
You had noticed Loki was silent through the phone, for a moment thinking you had accidentally dropped the call. But seeing him still on the other line, it made you wonder why he had fell silent all of a sudden.
'I promise to come home to you as soon as possible and in one piece.'
You sighed, realizing now what was going on.
"It's okay." You assured your husband, even without knowing what the reason behind the sudden guilt in his tone. You didn't need to see him to know the guilt he was placing on himself. "You do what you need to do and I'll handle the fort while you're not here. The little apricot is doing fine."
When Loki is in such a state of mind, it was your reassurance, as meaningful as you could possibly make it. To assure him you were fine, and aside from the fucking hormones making you horny, you were fine. Your Uncle and his husband were settled in the guest room staying until Loki gets back.
'I should be there for you and the baby.' His words pained from the other line and you ached to be there and pull him into your arms. Whisper that he did nothing wrong and none of this was his fault.
But you thought otherwise, knowing that if he would remain in this mindset, god knows what would happen when he comes back. He will beat himself for it before distancing himself like he was so used to doing to himself. A punishment you knew he doesn't deserve to do to himself.
"When can do other things while you're gone?" You suggest. Knowing how horrible it was for you to use your horniness to change the subject. But it was better than having him like this.
'Don't do this to me, Y/N.' he warned but the evident jump in his words already assured you his darkening thoughts had momentarily subsided. Shifting into something else completely.
The familiar prickle had lingered on your skin. Loki's voice that does so much to you.
"Want to guess what I'm wearing?" You trailed off.
Instead of another line of threats you were so familiar with your husband handing you, a video call was being sent out and you were quick to answer. The scowl was present in Loki's face. You were threading on a thin line and somehow the distance between the two of you was such a good thing for what you had planned.
'I hope you're wearing something underneath my shirt.'
Slipping out of the array of duvet and blanket covering you, the front camera of your phone capturing how much you were struggling to have them removed and to have Loki glimpse at the only article of clothing you had on. Switching to the back camera of your phone, you had showed your husband the span of your legs, naked and crossed in the ankles. A breathy curse had escaped his lips as he leaned on the headboard of what you had assumed was his bed for the entirety of a week.
"Want to guess?" You asked once again. Lightly lifting the end of the shirt to showcase your exposed mound. A shiver had run through your back at the coldness that hit your wetness.
'God damn it, you're gonna get it, when I come home, My Love.'
Switching back the camera to your face, you intentional bit you lips hoping to get a reaction out of him and you succeeded. Narrowed eyes lingered. Lips thinned as his eyes darkened as the call continued on.
'Okay, I'll play.' He finally relents. Blue eyes stared right through you and you held the confidence of whatever you have plan for as long as you need to. 'Take off your shirt.' He orders and without hesitation, you placed your phone down for a moment, slipping out of the shirt you wore.
'Touch yourself.' He ordered as your shaking fingers found their way around your neck.
You missed his touch, even if it hasn't been twenty fours since you've last seen him. Haven't been twelve since the two of you fucked, but you needed more. Needed him more. Anything you could ever have when it comes to him, anything he could give you in the moment.
'You love this? Don't you?' His voice taunted. 'To mock me when I couldn't have you in this very moment.'
Gently you shook your head. His eyes now looking at you, scrutinizing you as you shuddered in his gaze.
'Place your phone on the chair so I can see you on the bed.'
"What?" You questioned confused with the sudden shift in his tone. The order and the desperation that had come with his words now.
'Do not make me tell you twice.'
At the rise in his voice, you had stood in all your naked glory. You brought the small chair for your vanity table in front of the bed. With random stack of book on top of the chair, you had placed your phone behind those books. Adjusting it slightly until the angle to the bed was perfect for Loki's view.
Slowly making your way back to the bed, you question whether you bit off more than you could chew. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you waited for Loki's next instruction.
But the next instruction didn't come through as the knock on the door was heard both from the door to your shared bedroom as well as the door in Loki's own.
"Pumpkin Pie." You tensed quickly making your way to the bathroom to slip on a silk robe to hide your nakedness. You looked apologetically at Loki that could only face palm himself as being cockblocked for the second time in one day.
Ending the call, you made your way to the door, to where you Uncle was standing, waiting with a beaming grin on his face. Thankfully unaware of you almost having phone sex with your husband who was two hundred miles away from where you were.
"I made dinner." He announced. "You need to get something to eat before you head to bed. Tonight's been stressful for all of us."
Aside from being interrupted in your husband's office, the Health Inspector had been a complete asshole for what felt like hours when he visited your café. Had it not been for the security you had with you, who informed the man who you were in this city, he would have done worse than give the place a failed grade for no reason at all.
You really thought you could unwind with your husband, but it was always one thing or another somehow. As your phone dinged, the message of Loki needed to attend a dinner meeting with some clients had you realize that there wasn't anything either of you could do for tonight.
"I'd love that." You smiled texting Loki a raincheck and a promise to have him to whatever he pleases as soon as he gets back home.
'I expect nothing more.' Had been his only reply and you just counted the days instead of attempting phone sex with you husband for a while.
The familiar clench on your thighs at the possibility Loki could do to make up for lost time.
Hi all! I’m still hanging around - the HBC is hosting another theme this week, the HBC Lucky Charms - Today’s prompt is Gold Coin - thanks to the HBC especially @the-th-horniest-book-club
Mobster Loki x remale reader
Word count: 384
Clink. An almost imperceptible whistle in the air sounded. Clink. The whistle came and went again. Clink. He barely leaned into the column as a squeal of tires could be heard in the distance. His attention stayed riveted on you. He watched as your legs moved elegantly beneath the black knee length skirt; your trench coat cinched around you, highlighting your hourglass shape. Your hat dipped teasingly over your face, covering your hair and eyes from his perusal. Clink.
“Do you have it?” Your voice was throaty, raspy, as if you had just stumbled out of bed. His bed, he thought as an image of sinking between those legs crossed his mind.
He flipped the gold coin into the air again, then once more before straightening up to his full height. “I do. Did your boss give you what I asked for?”
You scowled but nodded, crossing your arms under your ample bosom. His lips curled just a bit as his gaze was drawn to your chest. You huffed and he dragged his gaze upwards. His breath caught as he stared at your beautiful face. His grin turned wolfish. “And you still came willingly? Steve must be losing his touch to send one of his best girls.”
You wanted to roll your eyes but Steve had warned you that Loki was the one mobster in town that he had no control over, no inkling about his intentions, and you needed to stay sharp if you wanted to get intel for your boss. “Steve and I agreed I was the best… one for this. Are you going to keep your end of the deal or not?”
Loki nodded then faded from view; you could hear the clacking of expensive Italian leather shoes coming from the opposite direction. In one hand was the scepter and the other hand held a bag, sagging from its contents. Loki tossed the bag at the guys standing by the beat-up Chevy you had come in; a few gold coins spilled out as the bag landed with a loud thud.. “This should be enough to tide Steve and his cohorts over for a bit.” He grabbed you by the arm and yanked you to him, his warm breath fanning your face. “It’s time to see if you really are the best.”
Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...
Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Free Space – Loki Laufeyson
Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: “I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”
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“I want the red one, daddy,” you watch a woman stomp her heeled foot to the ground. She tugs at her boyfriend’s jacket whining as he simply rolls his eyes.
The man seems to be used to her behavior and you chuckle as he gets his phone out to scroll through his messages while pretending to listen to what the girl has to say.
“I will look so much better in red silk at your brother’s party. He’ll be jealous of you once again,” she coos to convince the man to buy her yet another dress she’ll only wear once. “Don’t you think?”
“Hmm…yeah,” the man turns away from the girl to walk around the boutique, aimlessly roaming the store to get a moment of silence.
You turn away from the man to not look like a creep. “Miss, can I have this in black?” you finally turn your attention back toward the pants you wanted to buy for your next business meeting.
“Just a minute,” the salesperson gives you a soft smile. She was watching the girl and her boyfriend too and looks a little flustered as you give her a wink. “I’ll look in the back.”
You walk around the store while waiting for the girl to return with your pants.
Unbeknownst to you, someone watches you look at clothes you would never buy with amusement.
“No way I would wear this,” you look at a dress that will barely cover your ass, huffing as it costs more than your whole outfit and some.
“It would look fabulous on you, my dear,” someone purrs in your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. The man steps closer to stand next to you. “Blue is your color.”
“Nah, I don’t think so,” he dips his head to look at you. “And I don’t listen to strangers, Sir.”
“Loki,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to return the gesture. “Laufeyson. But you can call me Loki..”
“Oh, I thought you prefer daddy,” something flashes in his eyes as you grin up at him. It’s not that he’s not a very handsome man, but he’s here with some other girl, and you won’t flirt with a taken man. “I think you should go back to your girlfriend.”
“Girlfriend?” he wrinkles his nose. “She’s not my girlfriend. Only someone I call to…”
“Get laid,” this time his features darken as you boldly put your hands on your hips. “That’s what she is, right? Someone you can show around. An arm candy keeping her mouth shut and her…” you clear your throat, not wanting to piss a stranger off. “I should go back to shopping now.”
“No-no,” he grabs your left upper arm a little too rough. “I want to hear what you wanted to say, darling.”
“You know…quid pro quo. You pay for her things and she pays you back in a better way,” Loki chuckles as you nervously chew on your lower lip. “I didn’t want to offend you. It’s just that you don’t look like you are deeply in love with the girl.”
“She is nice to look at,” he drops his hand from your arm but steps a little closer to look down at you. “Not so nice to listen to. She can talk about nonsense for hours and, she’s not a very patient person.”
“Why don’t you stop playing her human purse then?” you gasp. “Fuck I didn’t mean to say this out loud. Uh-sorry. I should go now.”
“Human purse,” Loki snickers as you wish you could just disappear. His hand is back at your arm, gripping your flesh a little softer now. “I don’t think anyone I know would’ve had the guts to call me that. You’re a bold little thing, huh?”
“Sometimes my tongue just slips…” you nervously laugh as he grips your other arm too. “I didn’t want to call you like that. I swear. It just swam around my brain and then…”
“Your tongue slipped,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “I bet we could put that tongue to better use.”
“What? I-“ your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel his lips on yours. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, swiping it over your tongue. You moan into his mouth, feeling a little lightheaded as he won’t let you breathe.
“I knew you would taste like that,” Loki smirks as you are still a panting mess when he finally parts his lips from yours. “I want you to choose a dress, one you like.”
“I-what? I don’t understand,” you swallow thickly as he unbuttons his suit jacket to get his wallet out.
“I want you to take this and buy a dress you want to wear at my brother’s party. Choose matching underwear, shoes, and accessories. I’ll be right back,” you stare up at him as he just placed a black credit card in your hand. “Don’t let me wait, pet…”
“Pet? What’s going on here? You can’t just kiss me,” you look at him, bewildered as he cups your face to roughly claim your lips again. You whimper and whine as he won’t let up once again.
“I made my claim on you known. You will accompany me to my brother’s party and we will dance, drink and see how the night plays out,” Loki pecks your lips.
“I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”
“You’re such a bad liar,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m going to have so much fun making you mine.”
“You don’t even know my name! Why would you do such a thing?”
“Well, you said I shall stop being her human purse. You were right. It’s time to find someone to share my life with. I think you are the one.” He finally drops his hands from your face. He hums before walking toward the girl from earlier to tell her to go home.
“WHAT? I-“ you’re too shocked to tell Loki to fuck off. He just gave you his credit card and doesn’t even know your name.
“And I know your name, sweetness,” he looks over his shoulder, smirking darkly. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. Now, go and buy something nice…”
Warnings: language, kissing, possessive Loki, a hint of stalking vibes,
Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...
Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Square 15: “Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”
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<< Part 1
“So, did you already find a dress?” Loki is back by your side before you even had the chance to have a look around the boutique. “Darling, go ahead. Buy something nice. A dress that a man wants to admire before he rips it off your body.”
“Y-ou can’t just give me a black credit card and tell me to go on a shopping spree,” you complain.
You huff as Loki slings his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward the more expensive gowns. "I want you to be a good girl for me. I’m not a very patient man.”
“What? I don’t—what’s going on here?” stopping in your tracks you try to wrap your head around the fact that a stranger wants to buy clothes for you. And that he keeps on calling you by your name.
“Y/N, I saw you and knew that I want you,” he says – as if this explains shit. “Now, let’s have a look at the dresses over there.” He points at flimsy dresses covering little to nothing. “Shall we?”
“N-“ you want to say no. Of course, you want to but the girl coming with him here shakes her head. I guess Loki Laufeyson is the kind of man who always gets his will.
“What about the red one?”
“No. Listen, I don’t know you,” you shake his arm off your body. “Maybe the girl you came with likes to be ordered around. I’m not.”
“I sense a no coming,” he smirks as his slender fingers move to your neck to tickle your skin. “You should know that I set my eyes on you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” you shudder as his fingers dance over your collarbone.
“It means that you are going to be the most important girl in the world to me from now on,” swallowing thickly you look Loki deep in the eyes. He doesn’t even blink, and he doesn’t smirk.
He’s not joking.
How can he not be joking?
“How do you know my name? I didn’t tell you my name, Loki,” you ask. He simply shrugs. Not giving away anything.
His face is like a mask. Even his eyes won’t tell you the truth.
“Get a dress, and later we can talk,” his features soften for a moment. It happened so fast and passed that you believe you imagined things. “Let’s get to know each other over dinner.”
Loki puts his hand on your shoulder.
“Dinner? You said something about a party, and your brother,” you splutter. “What now? Dinner or a party.”
“The party is in a week,” he lifts your chin with his index finger. Loki chuckles as confusion is written all over your face. “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N. I simply want to get to know you better.”
“You still didn’t answer my question.”
He exhales with a laugh. “I told you that I saw you and set my eyes on you. That’s all that matters.”
“Nothing is ever easy with you, huh?”
“Things can be easy if you just let me ask you out. It’s only dinner, Y/N. What can be wrong with having dinner with someone you are attracted to?”
“I’m not attracted to you.”
You lie. He’s a very handsome man, and something about him makes you all tingly. It’s just that you don’t know the man in front of you.
“Of course, you’re not attracted to me. And you didn’t watch me and Sharon because you wanted to be the girl next to me. The one I’d do anything for.”
“You’re talking about me like you know me,” you huff out a breath. “Listen, I’m not some sugar babe lusting over your money nor am I stupid. If you don’t tell me how you know my name, I’ll leave.”
“How about this,” he dips his head to whisper in your ear. “I will tell you everything you want to know if you get a dress. A stunning one to blow my mind.”
“That’s just-“ you bite your tongue. It seems like arguing won’t work with this man. He’s as stubborn as…you don’t know. You never met someone like Loki before. “Fine. I’ll get a dress and everything I will need for the party. Plus, you will pay for my business outfit.”
“Darling, you better get the sexiest dress ever and let me rip it off of your body.”
Damn him. He purrs your name in a way that makes your legs wobble. “I’m not some puppet on a string like the girl you sent home for me.”
“I already know that. Now, go and find all the dresses you want to buy. No limit. Just get something nice for me too…”
He presses a soft kiss on your lips. “Something nice…got it.”
Loki leaves you alone. He gets his phone out to bark orders at someone while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck. He still didn’t tell me shit.”
You decide to take the chance and buy all the things you always wanted to buy at the boutique.
He said no limit. So, here you go…
“Heimdall, can you believe she’s going to be mine,” Loki leans against his car as his bodyguard watches you walk out of the boutique.
“Loki, I think she bought half of the boutique,” Heimdall chuckles loudly. “You shouldn’t have given her your credit card.”
Loki huffs. “It’s only money. I told her to buy all the things she wants. Everything I will get in return will be worth the money.”
“Why didn’t you tell her yet?” Heimdall dips his head to glance at Loki. “Loki, you should tell her. Don’t start anything without telling her the truth.”
“We will get there, my friend,” Loki watches you walk toward his car, three bags in your hands. The girl from the store follows you with more bags. You bought her something too, just for fun. “I can’t scare her off. Just look at her. She’s going to become my queen…”
