Husband David Loki x F!Reader Wife Imagine
Warnings: Oral (m receiving), fluff, cuddles, cursing, mentions of sex
Word Count: 1158
Tags: @escape-surreal, @hellilovedit @emma-frxst @jakegyllenhaalscharacters
A/N: Inspired by a conversation I had with @escape-surreal because we agree, waking up to David Loki is peak. I love a lazy Sunday morning and I love the idea of having a lazy Sunday morning with David. Everytime I think I’ve gotten over David I watch Prisoners and am like…no I love him your honor. Enjoy. It's probably the shortest thing I’ve ever written lol I’m proud!
Also just quickly wrote this morning sorry if it's shit!
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Imagine…..
Soft rays of gold and dandelion yellow find their way to your body, brush over your eyes causing you to squint and try to shift away from the light. You’re stopped by something heavy, something warm that intuitively drags you closer to him and even fighting through the heaviness of sleep you know it to be David.
He’s been working a case, you haven’t seen him in almost four days but he’s here now. Must've quietly slipped in, a ghost to not disturb your sleep and you give a lazy smile as you give in to the morning rays.
So much for sleeping in.
Still, you could be lazy in bed. You could lay in the arms of your man as he nuzzled into your neck, giving a grateful sigh as you held him close to you. You could memorize the moles on the side of his face, falling down his neck as he breathed you in, breathed you out. He smelled faintly of cedarwood and pine, fresh and faint, a shower he must've taken straight from work.
You loved him.
You allow yourself to lay like that for what feels like hours before your stomach begins to rumble, legs getting angsty along with the list your brain is starting to build of things that need to be done. You shift trying to slowly ease out of bed, trying to escape the warm cage of your husband's arms. Except, like a flower touching the light of sun for the first time, he moves with you intuitively even in his sleep and drags you back to him, burying his head in your hair. His hips involuntarily push against you, the hard erection teasing your underside and you groan.
Now you only have one thing on your mind.
You know David won’t let you free now without waking, that any chance of sneaking away to surprise him with coffee in bed is lost. Instead, you take the opportunity to twist in his arms, to place tender kisses on his jaw, down his throat, hands moving down his exposed chest.
He hums content, hips reacting to your touch but he stays asleep, exhaustion winning over anything else. You take advantage of the position to move down with your fingers, lips dragging against his skin, tasting him. When your mouth latches briefly across a nipple he hisses, shifts to give you more access though he remains in his sleeping stupor. You move lower, lower, until you find your prize, his cock springing free from the rigidness of his sweats.
You don’t give him a chance to react.
Instead your mouth latches over his crown, its pink and swollen begging for relief, and you moan appreciatively as you give his hole a kitten lick, tasting his precum.
He wouldn’t last long.
His eyes shoot open, mouth ragged as his mind tries to process what’s happening. You don’t allow him the reprieve, instead taking more of him in your mouth and he moans, hips slightly arching as he whispers,
“Fuck.”
He tries to blink down at you, his eyes trying to latch onto your form but years of reading reports closeup and an undiagnosed astigmatism causes you to be a mild blur and he’s desperate to find his glasses, to find you.
You shake your head, humming as you take more of him, your mouth bobbing up and down his length as he swells larger in your mouth. The sigh of relief that spills out of him when he hits the back of your throat causing the walls of your pussy to clench but you try to ignore it.
You wanted this to be about him.
“Unh…baby…ungh I’m not going ... .to last. Been too long…”
His plea is a whisper, begging for mercy as your hand wraps around him, grips him tight, saliva and precum the lubricant for his desire. He hated when you selfishly gave into his desire, always mindful, but you know he’ll make up for it later.
He always does.
You also don’t want him to see you; you want him to focus on how good you’re making him feel. How he makes you feel. Your nose scrunches from the way his pubic hair tickles the top of it as you take more of him, desperately needing air but wanting to be consumed by him. He gives in, glasses forgotten knowing that you won’t let him have his way.
That it's best to give in to the desires you both had for each other..
“Fuck, like that Y/N…just like that. You make me feel so good. You’re the only one who can make me feel this good..”
His words are whispered prayers, they’re reverent, and you take each one like a gift.
When your hand cups his balls he stiffens, hands grasping for your hair as he takes charge, fucking your mouth. It's only moments later that you’re greeted with his seed, the taste of him coating your tongue, the back of your throat, the pit of your empty stomach. He shouts out your name like a priest in a temple, its loud and resonates against the walls, causes your cat to shift from her place by the window to leave the room, disturbed again by your fucking. You drink him in until he has nothing left to give and when you pull away with a pop you look up at your man.
His eyes are closed as he tries to regulate his breathing. His hair is disheveled, the dark thick strands that you love to run your hands through poking out in all directions. He’s older now than when you both first met, thirteen years will do that, and as he inches towards his mid forties you can see it more in his face. In the creases in his eyes, the laugh lines you’ve forced on him with time.
You crawl up his body, biting your lip as you move to grab his glasses, handing him the thick black frames as he blinks them open, placing them on his face to take you in.
You’re sure you're equally ruined - puffy lipped, cum and morning breathing mingling with his but he smiles at you in that way that causes your stomach to drop before cupping your cheek.
“And what did I do to deserve that morning treat?”
You smile back at him, soft and tender and shake your head.
“Loving me as much as I love you.”
Ocean orbs watch you, swallowing the way you look back at him. His eyes have always said so much more than his words ever could. Right now, they're telling you a lot. That he doesn't know what he's done to deserve you. That he's unsure that he does still deserve you, even after all this time. That he loves you back just as fiercely. But always, the lingering one that stains your heart - that he doesn't understand why you love him.
If only he knew.
Loving David was easy, even after all these years. Beyond his handsome good looks, he was just a good person. Mindful, thoughtful, compassionate. Smart, witty, funny. Even on hard days it just made sense, him and you.
You loved him.
The way he draws you to him, cum and morning breath be damned as your tongues tangle, you know he loves you too.
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He’ll make breakfast, well, he’ll make coffee and get the things out for you to make breakfast. Out of the two of you, you were best equipped despite the many years you’ve tried to teach him.
He’ll know that you went to the farmers market the day before like you always do in the summer, that you grabbed the produce you needed for avocado toast that he’s come to love, the coffee beans he craves when you brew it at home.
In just his sweat pants he’ll stand in front of the coffee pot, a cup of joe freshly poured. No sugar, no cream for him. He’ll have poured yours too, heavy whipping cream just a drop, and be looking down at a physical copy of Conyers Bugle because he still liked to read what was going on in the small town despite the fact you both now lived closer to Philadelphia. A result of his promotion to PSP.
His hair will be in disarray, nothing short of chaotic and out of place for him, except in the safety of his home. In the safety of you. He’ll be sipping the coffee with one hand, holding the paper and reading it with his glasses in the other and only looking up when he hears you pad into the kitchen, face freshly washed, teeth freshly brushed.
The sky blue shirt that drapes over your body, frames over your curves naturally causes his mouth to tug into a smile as he heatedly drinks you in. You smile looking back at him, knowing that the precum stain in the front of his sweats was but a warning for the kind of day you were in store for.
You both have plenty to do - laundry, cleaning, meal prep - but you know the instant David looks at you it's a lost cause.
He’s already decided you and your shared king sized bed is the priority.
“I expect you to do the laundry later tonight then.” you break first as he chuckles, placing his coffee down and walking over to you.
“Deal.” he whispers, before his hips land on yours.
Yeah, you loved lazy Sunday mornings.
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