The scent of paint danced across the room. Columns of marble held the mural ceilings up and the tile floors were so spotless, you could see your reflection in it. The sun shown through the huge window ever so elegantly and the white curtains blew gently in the wind. You were finishing up on your painting of Loki. He had been demanding the finished product since Christmas, but you have been caught up in meetings and other god things.
"Painter, I wish to see my painting before nightfall tomorrow." He said at dinner today.
"Yes, my king." You replied, using the nickname he asked you to say.
You were so close to finishing when your heart skipped a beat. You felt your foot slip on the floor and fell down onto the cold tile. Your paint spilled on the floor and your brushes scattered.
"No!" You whispered as you saw the mess.
You started to pick up the brushes but soon heard the door open.
You turned your head just enough to see the familiar horns on the helmet you knew so well.
"Well what do we have here?" Loki said as he walked slowly towards you, each footstep echoing.
"I-I"
"Words, use your words." He demanded calmly.
"I slipped."
"You slipped." He said in a monotone voice, not fully convinced.
"Yes, sir."
He bent down to your eye level and stared into your eyes.
"Look at the mess you made, you naughty thing, you." he whispered, his voice becoming graveled.
you gulped and your lip trembled at the close proximity.
"I guess i have to punish you now, kitten. Don't you agree?" Loki whispered.
You nodded your head, looking at him in frightening awe.
"Now." He started as he walked over to the wall and leaned against it while taking his shirt off.
"Coat your hands in paint and come here." He demanded.
You dipped your hands in blue paint and walked over to Loki.
"Now touch me." He said.
You gulped as you reached for his chest. His pale white shin glistened in the sunlight like the curtains. His eyes, like two crystal orbs undressing you in his mind. His hair, a raven black, like the night in its full glory. He was already such an immaculate piece of art, you were confused as to why he wanted more on him.
Finally, your paint-covered hands came in contact with his bare torso. The paint was cold, and it sent clusters of goosebumps on his skin.
"Now take your hands and slide them down my stomach." He demanded.
The paint acted like a lubricant of some sort, making your hands slide down his soft abs with ease. He slowly bucked his hips forward, liking the contact. Soon, Loki's hands came down from the wall and made their way to your hips. He grabbed you tightly and spun you around, slamming you against the wall.
"My turn." He growled as he smirked devilishly.
Loki proceeded to take your clothes off fast and easily, like he knew where every zipper and button was. You blushed at your exposed body but soon felt the warm rays of the sun on your skin.
He rubbed your folds, allowing your juices to coat your entire area for him. He unzipped his member and positioned himself at your soaked entrance. Without warning, he pushed in quite fast.
You gasped at the stretch he caused you.
"Loki." You moaned.
"Call me what I told you to, slave." He snapped.
"My king." you cried.
He growled as you tightened around him. He was quite large and filled you up to the brim. You could feel his head poking at your back wall, sending a rare sensation to surge throughout your whole body.
He grabbed your hair and pulled down, causing your head to look up at him and your mouth to open. He took this opportunity to kiss you crudely. His tongue violated your mouth in the most naughty way possible and his teeth caught your bottom lip like a beast nipping at their prey. He swallowed every moan you sang for him. he devoured every sound and every inch your body had to offer.
"Now get on your knees and stick that pink tongue out for your king." He said as he pulled out.
You rushed quickly to your knees and stuck your tongue out, completely out of breath.
Loki shoved his member coated with your juices inside your hungry mouth. He grabbed your hair as you worked your tongue down his shaft. You went deep onto him and then once you got to the tip, you flicked your tongue over the slit, earning a grunt from Loki.
"I command you to swallow every drop." he said, breathless.
You felt his warm seed pour into your mouth in quick spurts. The sweet and salty taste sent you into a frenzy, making your knees give out.
He grabbed your face and growled,
"Now go clean up the mess you made."
He then zipped himself back up and left, leaving you all hot and bothered.
Maybe I should spill paint more often, you thought to yourself.
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Loki/Tom Hiddleston Smut, Lemons, Fluff, Imagines, Etc.
AcakOur favorite man, Our favorite villain, Our favorite prince.
