Summary: Fresh out of the academy, David Loki’s a young cop on the night shift. What happens when during a routine traffic stop, he’s confronted with an old crush who has other plans to get out of a ticket?
A/N: This was a request by @jakegyllenhaalscharacters . I hope you like it; I actually had a lot of fun with this prompt! It’s fun to imagine a young, slightly less mature Loki. As a Virgo, the rule follower in me was conflicted by the reader’s choice but also it’s kinda hot, right? Also I’m exhausted so I beta’d this once, sorry for any typos I tried lol.
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David likes the night shift.
It’s quiet, especially after 2 a.m. The peak hour for conflict is typically over, most people giving in to their exhaustion and choosing peace in the form of sleep.
No drunks on the road. No heightened calls for domestic violence. No dead bodies.
Just the dark and the silence.
David takes a sip out of his coffee, his eyes shifting left to right as he watches the dark road in the confines of his police vehicle. He’s parked between two trees, tucked away and hidden, listening to the soft static of the radio.
Most new cops were the opposite, hating how slow nights can be. It was less action, more babysitting, but David appreciated that. It gave him a moment to study for one of the many exams required to apply to get promoted to detective in the dead of night.
He wasn’t social, not really, so he didn’t miss the social nuances the day provided.
It also meant he wouldn’t get partnered with someone, few people assigned to the night shift. No trigger happy partner or chatty companion needing to fill up quiet voids with words. He could operate alone, in silence.
He liked the night shift.
It was peaceful.
He’s looking down at the book he was currently studying, eyes flickering between the road and the creamy pages when he sees it. A flash of headlights, bright and iridescent casting shadows onto the road. They're moving fast….too fast. Fast enough to be speeding for this road.
Shit.
David stumbles, looking for his radar gun. He can’t find it in the half lit car, and he curses as he gives up on the action. Instead, he throws his car into drive, waiting for a second more before he turns his beams on. The car flies by and David’s off, flicking on his police siren and following in pursuit.
He looks down at the odometer, jesus they were going 90 in a 45, and he’s grateful that whoever he was pursuing clocks that he's tailing them quickly, slowing down and pulling off to the side of the road.
David exhales, it turns into a yawn as he puts the car into park. He steps out of the vehicle, the semi cool Pennsylvania air hitting his arms. He blinks, a series of three that happen in quick succession, as he reads the license plate, memorizing the series of letters and numbers to his brain just in case as he walks to the driver's side.
Faint music is playing, something upbeat and catchy, and the driver rolls down their window, before placing their hands back on the steering wheel.
“License and registration.”
His voice sounds foreign even to him, hours of not talking making it raspy as he raises the beam of his flashlight to the driver who shifts their body, grabbing the necessary documents.
When you turn back to him your eyebrows knit together, eyes flashing with surprise as you ask,
“Loki?”
David watches you for a beat, his mind scrambling to place a face with a name. It’s late though, he’s tired and so nothing registers as he repeats,
“License and registration.”
Your eyes flash something, disappointment, as you pass along your documents. He checks your license first - face (a match), license expiration date, name….
Wait.
He did know you.
“Y/N? Y/N Grant?”
“Yes!” You laugh tiredly, falling back in your seat though you keep your hands on the steering wheel, in sight. David appreciates it.
“You were speeding like a demon out of hell. Everything okay? Family all right?”
His eyebrows knit together, concern laced in his eyes as he looks down at you. He knew your father, the man had been both of their history teachers and was admittedly David’s favorite teacher the four years he went to Manchester High School. If something had happened to him, he didn’t want to get in the way of that.
“No, no everything is fine. No family emergency.”
“So you were just speeding because you thought you could get away with it?”
You gives a sheepish shrug,
“I mean…it’s 2 in the morning. Also I left school later than I planned so I was trying to make up for time. And make it to a bed - preterms killed me.”
David knows he should drop it for what it was, didn’t need to pry but you were one of the few people in high school that was kind to him, talked to him. Despite being a popular girl, you never minded eating lunch with him, asking how he was doing, offering to study together.
He had a small crush on you but figured he wasn’t your type so after getting his diploma, he pushed you away from his mind. Three years made it easy to do.
“You’re driving from school? I thought you were going to Princeton.”
“I was.”
“What happened?”
“Even with a full ride scholarship, I’d still be 100k in debt when I graduate. Neither myself or my family can afford that. So I chose my safety school, Penn State. They also offered me a full ride.”
“Sorry to hear that. I know that you were excited to get into Princeton.”
“Meh. Penn actually has a decent graphic design program so it’s fine. And I’m closer to home so that’s been a bonus when I’m too broke for food.”
David gives a curt nod, shifting his hands so his flashlight doesn’t shine in your eyes. You shift your eyes to his badge and ask,
“So you’re a cop?”
David shrugs,
“I want to be a detective. Gotta work the beat to prove you're one of them to get on track.”
“That makes sense. You were always good with puzzles. We need more good people in law,” you drink in his face, his body in uniform. “And you look great in blue.”
David has had his fair share of women flirting with him, especially when he was in uniform. He wasn’t used to you flirting though, never clocked it in high school so he feels flattered by the comment. The way his lips tug at the corners doesn’t hide it either.
“Are you flirting to get out of a ticket?”
“No! I’m just giving you a compliment. You're still bad at taking them, it would seem.”
You’re still beaming up at him and he gives a dry laugh,
“Lucky for you, I can be swayed. I’ll let you off with a warning. Slow down okay. Lots of deer sightings on this road, better to be careful.”
He hands you back your license, your registration as you ask uncertainly,
“Really?”
“Yeah. Have a good night Y/N. It was nice seeing you.”
He turns to move back to his car, mind wondering the time and if his shift is almost over. When you call for him, the sound of your 95 Honda Civic’s car door squeaking open, he's jolted back to the present as you get out of your car.
His hand moves to his holstered gun out of habit, though he knows you don’t mean any harm nor were you dangerous as you shut your door, wrapping yourself with your arms. He shifts his hand away from his belt, not wanting to alarm you as you near,
“Everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine. I just…we haven’t seen each other in three years. Don’t you want to, I don’t know, catch up?”
“It’s almost 3 am and I’m on duty.”
“I’m on spring break and I’m wired off two Red Bulls. I have time. Also this road is dead so really you have time too.”
David raises a brow incredulously and you sigh,
“Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
“That I had a crush on you. Back in school. I was always hoping you’d ask me out but you never did. Even though I was pretty sure you liked me too.”
David takes in the information, another series of three blinks as you let out warily,
“…at least I thought you did. Maybe I’ve misread this whole thing.”
David slightly shakes his head,
“No, you’re right. I did have a crush on you. I just thought you were always being nice to me. You’re a kind person. That’s why I didn’t ask you out.”
That and the fact he was actively trying to do anything to get out of the Huntington Boys Home. After an incident with one of the priests in middle school, he worked diligently to stay off of anyone’s radar. Dating would’ve brought attention to himself.
He chose safety over self pleasure.
“Oh!” You brighten again as David deadpans,
“Still doesn’t change the fact that it's late, early, whatever. And that I’m still on duty.”
“You can take breaks though, right?”
David gives a slow nod as you walk closer, stopping inches in front of him.
“Have you taken yours yet?”
“No.”
He rarely ever did. Especially because he usually always had dead time towards the end of his shift.
“Good.”
You lean up to press your lips to his, the kiss tentative. David’s stunned for a second, doesn’t move for a beat, until his brain catches up with his body and he kisses you back.
It’s innocent, molded to each other and when you pull away you whisper,
“Let me take care of you David.”
You push your lips to him again, this time firmer and this time he catches you, hands gripping your arms as he kisses you back. You're both illuminated by his car's headlights, shadow puppets, and he groans when you skim his lips with your tongue.
He complies, opening his mouth allowing desire to take over, tongue battling dominance. You moan, falling into him easily as he wraps his arms around your waist. Your arms wrap around his neck, drawing him closer, liking the way he tastes like coffee, the faint smell of his cologne.
When you shimmy your hips into him he groans, his erection biting into your stomach.
David tries to latch onto something, anything, to gain control. His body is taking over, a lust fueled haze, and he tries to pull away from you.
He has to maintain control because this was insane, he was on duty, this wasn’t right.
He pulls away from you, firmly gripping your waist as he breathes out,
“Y/N wait. We should slow down.”
“How long is your break?”
“It’s 15 minutes.”
“Perfect.”
You grab his hand, dragging him to the other side of your car, the passenger side. He complies, a lust fueled haze unable to stop him as you push him towards the door, back hitting cool glass as your hands move toward unbuckling his belt.
“Whoa! What are you doing?” His hand is back on his holster, the other over your hands and you give a sly smile.
“I’m thanking you for not giving me a ticket.”
“Y/N you don’t have too…I literally met my quota weeks ago and it’s really no bother…”
You move to push your mouth on top of his, effectively quieting him. When you pull away you murmur against his lips,
“You worry too much. Relax, it's fine. Just let me take care of you. No one will interrupt us.”
If David was better at taking care of himself, he’d be able to think straight and think through a practical solution for this. If he’d made time to try to date on occasion, maybe he wouldn’t be so eager for the way your hands were moving down the front of his shirt.
If he had at least been better at rubbing one out more often, he couldn’t remember the last time he had masturbated let alone had sex, he wouldn’t be so responsive as you palmed his cock through his pants, desire winning.
You unbutton his belt again, slowly, and this time he doesn’t resist. When you slide his pants down, gun and all of his equipment with it, he tries not to linger on the fact that he’s naked, unarmed both literally and figuratively.
It’s a fleeting thought, especially when you're pulling down his briefs, his cock springing out of the confines of the material, greeting the cool spring air as you move to your knees. You look up at him, a devious smile on your face as you move your mouth to cover his crown.
He groans the last of any intelligent thought out the window. You barely had him in your mouth and he felt so good, the way your lips were sucking him, tongue flicking over his hole. He throws his head back, eyes staring up at the starry sky as you move your mouth lower, clocking the constellation canis major. If he could focus he’d tell you something about it, like how it contains Sirius the brightest star in the sky, but he can’t.
He’s a victim to your tongue, its all he can think about.
You take your time with David, drinking in the way he moans, his breathing hitched as you move to his base. He’s bigger than you expected, girth and veins overpowering your mouth, and you inhale his scent as your nose finally meets his base.
He’s trimmed but hair tickles your face, causes you to wrinkle your nose as you have him sit on your tongue, the back of your throat. You breathe steadily out of your nose, years of giving drunken head providing the muscle memory you don’t even think about.
You missed sex, you hadn’t made time for any this semester or the last. You loved sucking a man off, loved having the power of their most prized possession in your mouth. It turned you on.
David looks down at you, eyes heavy as you finally move away, slowly, until you're back at his crown and then you move down on him again, his tip touching the back of your throat.
He loses it then, hand moving to your hair, hands tangling as he urged you on,
“You’re doing so good, yeah Y/N, just like that.”
You whimper, the sound reverberates around his member as you begin to move faster, hand going to his thighs for leverage. His voice is lower, sultrier, as you flicker your eyes up to him.
He watches you in awe, at the way you take more of him, the way you gag around him. You’re practiced at this though, not dissuaded by his size, diligently keeping him in your mouth and he knows he’s not going to last any longer.
It had been too long and you were working him like a professional.
He feels that sinking feeling in his abdomen, feels his balls tighten as he fists some of your hair, pulling hard.
“Y/N, aw shit, Y/N I’m…..I’m….fuck I’m close.”
You don’t stop, in fact it drives you to move faster, sucking him harder and he crumbles, his orgasm hitting him hard and fast.
The relief of his seed falling into your mouth is the best feeling he’s had in months, years, and he shouts, breaking the silence of the night as he pumps into you.
David’s cum is thick, you have to pace yourself as you swallow more of him, liking the way he tenderly held your head as you sucked him dry.
When he’s done you smile around him, pulling away slowly until the only thing tying him to you is a trail of spit that breaks as you look up at him.
His senses slowly start rushing to him - the soft sound of the police radio from his car, the eggshell beam of light that was highlighting your face, the cool air hitting his softening cock.
“Holy shit.” He whispers as you let out a small giggle, moving up him and placing a soft kiss on his lips.
“Have a nice break?”
Right. He was still, technically, working.
“That’s an understatement.”
“Glad to repay you for your kindness.”
David’s eyebrows furrow, lips pressing into a frown as he mumbles,
“Wait, I didn’t…you didn’t-“
“David I’m going to touch myself and cum so hard when I get to bed, your taste in my mouth. Trust me, I’ll be taken care of.”
David can’t help the blush that takes over his cheeks at your directness, watching you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“You should probably put your pants on.”
“Fuck. Yeah.”
He moves quickly, pulling up his briefs, his pants. He checks his belt, specifically his gun, cuffs, pepper spray and other items and when he feels that everything is in order, tucks in his shirt and zips up his pants. You wrap your arms tighter around you, Pennsylvania springs were still cold and flicker your eyes back to him.
“I should probably head home. I really am tired.”
He nods, unsure on what to say, how he should proceed. Should he ask for your number? Would you want to go on a date? Was that appropriate considering you sucked him off to kingdom come?
He follows you to the driver's side of your car, opening it for you as the hinges squeak loudly. You slide back into your seat, snapping your seat belt on. You start your car before looking over at him.
“This was nice. We should catch up again.”
David nods as you continue,
“Are you here most nights?”
“Yeah. Usually around this time.”
“Good to know. I’m in town for a week. I’ll be sure to bring dinner next time I’m caught speeding.”
You wink at him, a teasing glint in your eyes and he gives a low laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re trouble Y/N. Next time I might not be so forgiving.”
“Something to look forward to then.”
He smiles at you, hitting your hood and saying,
“Have a good night Y/N. Try to stay at least five over.”
“Whatever you say, officer.”
You give him one last wink, before rolling up your window. He moves away from your car, walking back to his own mildly worried that the battery was dead from having his beams on.
He falls into his seat, watching as your car moves back onto the road and into the night, and turns the ignition as the car roars to life and he's grateful it’s not dead. He makes a U turn, slowly driving back to his original spot, settling in and grabbing his book, his coffee now long cold.
He doesn’t linger on the fact that his captain would ream him if he found out about tonight's extra curricular activities, or the fact he lost an hour of studying time.
Instead he wonders if he’ll actually see you again, if you’ll make good on your promise.
If so, David was happy he had the night shift.
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All content was written originally by me; please do not repost, use, or market as your own work.
pairing ; david loki x reader (afab, gender-neutral pronouns)
synopsis ; nsfw alphabet + micro-drabbles for each letter.
words ; 4.0k
themes ; smut, fluff, barely-there angst, established relationship
warnings / includes ; mentions of scars, unprotected sex, mentions of bondage, oral sex, light roleplay, 'honey' as a pet name, david being exhausted </3
a/n ; been in a terrible fic-writing slump so i tried out the nsfw alphabet format for the first time! hope you all enjoy :)
main masterlist.
A — AFTERCARE
Definitely the kind to hold you close after the act, his arms firmly wrapped around your waist, his nose buried into your shoulder. David’s mostly silent, but would gladly listen and hum along if you wanted to start up any kind of pillowtalk. He just likes hearing the sound of your voice. Eventually, however, he’d get up to take a shower (he’s a creature of habit, after all), and bring you anything you needed, like a glass of water or a damp towel.
“Your hair’s wet,” you mumbled in complaint when he slipped back under the covers after his brief shower. His cold hands slipped beneath the wrinkled button-up shirt you were wearing (his, he realized a second later), and you made a disgruntled noise.
“Sorry, honey,” he replied with a soft huff of a laugh, but made no move to shift away. Instead, he pressed closer, kissing a warm spot just above your ear.
B — BODY PART
David’s favorite body part of yours would definitely be your hips. Or your eyes. Or your thighs. If you were to ask him, he’d give you a different answer every single time. There’s so much he loves about you, he can hardly pick just one. Though, he really does have a particular fondness for holding onto your hips, even in a non-sexual manner. He also loves any and all of your moles, scars, or birthmarks. Would press kisses against them because he finds them so beautiful in their uniqueness, and it makes him feel close to you. He thinks tattoos are hot as fuck on you too—especially the small ones in the most random places.
Your favorite body part on him would be his hands. He found it strange at first, how your fingers always found his, how you’d spend hours in bed simply staring at his knuckle tattoos, tracing over every inked etch and every bruise, scar, and callous. It didn’t come much of a surprise to him when he found that you liked the sight of his hand pressing down on your lower stomach as he fucked into you. It got you going—and whatever gets you going, gets him going, too.
The movie the two of you had put on was entirely forgotten. He was on the ground, knelt down in front of you, tongue tracing utter sin along your soaked cunt. And his hands—oh, his hands—one was gripping on your right thigh with iron-strength, forcing you apart to make space for his insatiable self pressing against you. The other hand was intertwined with your left palm, squeezing every once in a while, as if in reassurance. How sweet of him to hold your hand while he utterly destroyed you.
C — CUM
He’s a classic man—he likes to cum inside of you the most, but wouldn’t mind seeing it all over your tummy or over the inside of your thighs. If he was to make a mess, he would immediately clean it up with a damp towel after, asking if you were okay.
“Gonna cum inside you—that okay, honey?” he grunted right by your ear, one hand splayed over your stomach, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, and the other gripping your hip tightly.
“Yes—yes, please, David,” you moaned, breath catching at his name as you moved to lay your hands over his so you could squeeze them earnestly. “Need you to fill me up.”
Just the sound of your voice was enough to push him over the edge. He pistoned his hips against yours a few more times until he doubled over with a gruff noise, hot cum filling your throbbing pussy until it leaked out around his still semi-hard cock.
D — DIRTY SECRET
There’s a set of handcuffs in the bedside drawer just for emergencies. But David’s always wanted to ask if you’d be willing to try it out in bed. He’s not even entirely sure if he would enjoy that, since he prefers to keep his work separate from home, but the thought of you trusting him enough to keep you bound to the bed wasn’t exactly unappealing.
David could only imagine how beautiful you’d look with your wrists up above your head, cuffed to the headboard as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. How the metal would look like against your skin as you tugged and begged for him to let you touch him—
“David?” you asked with a mildly curious tone, jolting him out of his thoughts. His head turned to you, in your soft pajamas, having just brushed your teeth and washed your face. You were about to slip into bed. “You okay? What are you thinkin’ about?”
“Nothing, hon. Let’s go to sleep.”
E — EXPERIENCE
He knows what he’s doing, but he hasn’t been with a lot of people before you. Two or three one-night stands, and maybe one barely-there relationship that didn’t last very long. Before you came along, he hardly had enough time to sleep, much less concern himself with having flings. Once he met you, he was much more determined to reorganize himself so he could make time for you.
The diner was buzzing with activity that night. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake, telling him about how you’d love to see a jaguar in person one day. He was smiling, thinking about how beautiful you were, even beneath the harsh lighting of the diner. And then—then it was all spoiled, because he caught sight of his ex in another booth. It hadn’t ended well—she left in a fit of anger and tears, frustrated that David hardly ever made time for her anymore.
Almost immediately, you noticed his change of demeanor, and reached over the table to take his hand. His tense muscles relaxed just a bit. Something you always managed to do with very little effort—it was an uncanny talent of yours.
“You wanna get out of here?” you offered. If you noticed his ex, you didn’t say anything. For that, he was grateful. “We can watch a movie at home.”
“That sounds great, actually.”
F — FAVORITE POSITION
Loki’s got a particular fondness for reverse cowgirl. Don’t get him wrong, he loves missionary and doggy too, but there’s just something about reverse cowgirl that itches him in just the right way. He likes reaching over to press down on your stomach from behind while he pounds into you, and he also likes how it’s easy access to your clit. Plus, you really enjoy hearing the gruff noises he makes right by your ear, so you’re not at all complaining.
“David!” you cried out, voice strained with ecstasy.
“I hear you, baby. Moan for me,” he muttered from behind you, sweaty chest pressed flush against your back. David glanced down and gave a guttural noise upon seeing a creamy ring of your combined arousals at the base of his cock. Another erotic sigh fell from you when he reached down to rub circles over your clit, making you keen with shocked arousal.
G — GOOFY
Very rarely would sex with David be light-hearted or humorous. The two of you are usually far too caught up in a pleasure-ridden haze. But if you happened to start laughing or smiling, he’d give you a loving half-grin before making it his mission to get you back into a moaning mess.
“That tickles,” you half-laughed when he skimmed his fingers up your sides, smiling up at him. He only barely made a humming noise before he thrust back into you—and the grin melted right off your face.
H — HAIR
He takes good care of his hygiene. Granted, he’s usually preoccupied with work to spend too much time grooming himself, but he keeps things clean down there. He also knows you’re a big fan of his slicked-back hair, so he does take the time to make himself look presentable in the morning. You’d also told him once while he was shaving that you liked how he looked with a beard—he’d really have to consider growing it out for you.
“I like how it looks,” you told him one morning before he had the chance to shave. “Your stubble. I think you’d look so hot with a beard.”
“You think so?”
“You should try it. That caveman look. It’ll suit you.”
I — INTIMACY
David can be incredibly romantic when he wants to be. Flowers and your favorite takeout are things he’d grab for you on the way back from work. He’s a detective—he studies you, observes all your likes and interests, and he’s a very fast learner to top it off. Kisses during sex are also not uncommon, and he would definitely press his lips along your neck or on your cheek, whether he’s on top or behind you. And, as mentioned before, he does hold your hand a lot. When he’s feeling more affectionate than usual, he’d murmur how good you are for him in your ear.
“You feel so good, honey. Doin’ so good for me,” he groaned, firm arms curled around your waist as he bucked his hips into you. At his praise, you arched your back so you’d press further into him, a breathless keen falling from your lips.
“Yeah?” David asked in smug approval. “You like that? You like being good for me, hm?”
J — JACK OFF
He rarely ever masturbates, because he’s got you around. And because he’s working so much. He feels as if it’s a waste of time if it’s not with you. But on the rare occasion you were out of town for longer than usual, he’d give into the temptation in the shower just once, imagining his wet fist was your warm cunt.
He missed you more than anything. All he could think about was you and your smile, your laugh, your beautiful hips and legs and thighs—
Fuck, even the cold shower he was standing under wasn’t helping his hard-on go away. With a muffled noise of frustration, David switched the water over to scalding hot, and curled a sopping hand over his throbbing cock. He leaned his forehead against the condensated tiles and closed his eyes, thinking about you and your delicious fucking moans.
K — KINK
Mentioned before, but handcuffs! He likes that you trust him enough to be at his mercy, and he also thinks you look incredibly hot tied up. Another would be when you tell him what you want him to do to you—that gets him going so good. David also loves when you tug at his hair right at the root—makes his eyes roll right to the back of his head. He also really doesn’t mind when you scratch your nails down his back. Seeing the red marks afterwards feels like an award more than anything.
It surprised him just how good it felt when your nails lightly scratched at his scalp. He peered up at you from his position (between your gorgeous thighs), tongue dragging torturously over your sensitive clit. It surprised him even more when you took fistfuls of his hair and tugged with just the right amount of pressure. He made a noise of approval right against your cunt, the vibrations making your back arch so that your cunt pressed up closer to his face.
L — LOCATION
In bed is his go-to, since the two of you would usually have sex super late at night or really early in the morning. The couch in your living room is also home to lots of impromptu sex, mostly during the weekends. The kitchen counter and the dining table aren’t exempt, either.
The stir-fry you were cooking up crackled and popped in the pan, just about ready. From behind, David’s arms wove around your waist, his nose running along the curvature of your neck. It was only when you felt his stiff hardness against your back did you halt your ministrations.
“Here?” you asked with a sweet smile, turning your head to the side so you could see his sheepish expression.
“Here’s good,” he replied, before turning the stove off for you and crowding you up against the kitchen counter.
M — MOTIVATION
Your voice gets him worked up the most. Especially when you make it go all low and you whisper right into his ear—he gets hard just from the thought of it. You could be talking about the most asinine topics, and he’s looking at you like you’re already begging him to fuck you. Whenever you wear his clothes, too—preferably with nothing underneath—it just makes you all the more irresistible to him.
It was rare for the both of you to wake up lazy, with no plans for the rest of the day. But today—today was a miraculous weekend where both of your off-days lined up. And so that only meant you got to lounge around wearing David’s shirt, whispering pure filth into his ear so he’d push you up against the closest surface and fuck you with no abandon. It was simply heaven.
N — NO
Anything that could potentially really hurt you. He’s alright with a little bit of spanking here and there, but slapping you across the face is a hard no from him. He already sees quite a bit of abuse and violence at work, the last thing he’d want to do is replicate that with you. David can call you dirty names if you’d like, too, but he’s not very keen on being on the receiving end of it. Reminds him of his military school days. And, if it wasn’t obvious, none of the typical “gross” kinks, like piss and shit. He’s not into that at all.
“Before we do this,” David started, trying his best to quell his racing heart, despite the fact that he’s slept with you three times prior to this. It was all still so new to him. “I just wanted to make sure—you’ll let me know if you’re uncomfortable, right? Or if I hurt you in any way, okay? I need to know if you’re not… enjoying it.”
“Okay, David,” you said with a serious nod, wrapping your legs about his waist. “I promise I’ll let you know.”
O — ORAL
Loves giving and receiving equally. On days where he’s come from work utterly exhausted and too tired to fuck you, he’d have you hanging right by the edge of the bed, where he’s kneeling on the ground, licking lazy patterns up and down your aching core. Eating you out also makes for brilliant foreplay—David likes to tease it out, and he especially likes the way you tug at his hair and groan out his name. As for receiving, he loves to pull your hair just as much, low moans of appreciation falling from his lips.
It was heaven between your legs, he thought, brows knitting together as he hiked your thighs up higher on his shoulders so he could properly bury his face into you sopping pussy. The noises you were making were going straight to his cock, which ached within the confines of his trousers. Even when you’d come twice from his tongue, David just kept going, humming in amusement when you began to whine with overstimulation.
P — PACE
It really depends on the day. Sometimes he wants to burn off some steam and frustration—goes all rough and quick until both of you are seeing stars. Other days he takes it slow, drawing it out to savor it as long as he can, drenching the sheets with both sweat and cum.
“David—David, honey,” you cried out into the mattress, fists curling against the sheets. His cock was hitting all the right places inside of you, so fucking deep. “Please, please, go faster.”
He let out a guttural noise when you tightened around him. “No, no, honey… I’m taking my time with you today. Wanna make you feel every inch of me.”
Q — QUICKIE
Much to his chagrin, the weekdays usually leave him no other choice than a quickie. He’d certainly prefer it if he had the option to take his time with you, but David makes the most out of it regardless. You certainly don’t seem to mind—though, you’ve convinced him to come in late to work a handful of times.
“I’m gonna be late for work,” David grunted right into your mouth as he pounded into you. The squelching sound of his cock hammering into your throbbing cunt was enough to leave his cheeks warm and flushed. “It’ll be all your fault, honey.”
You clutched onto his shoulders, your forehead drooping down onto his cheek, far too delirious to come up with a coherent response.
R — RISK
He’d be more than willing to try out new things with you. He’s especially a big fan of when you come to him proposing a new position to try out. However, David isn’t likely to try out anything new on his own, so it’s all up to you. He’s just happy to do whatever you want to do.
“Hey, David?”
Your boyfriend glanced up from the paper he was reading, brows quirked.
“Well, uhm,” you wrung your hands together, with a sheepish expression, “I was wondering if we could… try something out in bed tonight.”
David blinked once, twice, and a third time. He put the paper down. “Of course, hon,” he said, a soft smile playing at the corner of his lips, “We can do whatever you want.”
S — STAMINA
Usually only one or two rounds since he’s already so worn out from his job but you can easily work him up into a third round if you really wanted to. The rounds can last pretty long, though—he’s good at pacing himself and also makes sure that you’re feeling good, too.
“Again?” he panted with a tired grin when you rolled him over so you could clamber onto his lap, grinding your slickened cunt against his spent cock.
“Mhm,” you replied, nodding. Your hair was a complete mess—David took pride in being the reason you looked so sexily disheveled. “You don’t even have to do anything. Just—lay there and let me take care of you.”
“Can’t argue with that.” David’s muttered words tapered off into a low groan when you sank down onto him.
T — TOY
He wouldn’t own any toys of his own but if you owned a vibrator he’d definitely tease you with it during foreplay. Not at all the kind to be insecure about you using toys—in fact, he’s glad you have a way to feel good on your own whenever he’s not around to take care of you. Independence is incredibly sexy to him, after all.
The gentle buzz of the vibrator against your clit made you buck your hips up, to which David only let out an amused hum of laughter. One of his hands pressed down on the expanse of your stomach to keep you pinned down onto the bed.
“Stop squirming around, honey,” he muttered, teeth nipping at the inside of your thigh. “Relax—let me make you feel good.”
U — UNFAIR
David can be a huge tease if he wanted to be—he knows the exact buttons to press to work you up until you’re right there, but he’d pull away just before you could cum. Would have a wide, smug grin on his face, but he’s quick to cave once you start moaning out his name.
“Why’d you stop?” you huffed, breathless, propping yourself halfway-up with your elbows so you could look down at him. The lower half of his face was covered with your arousal.
“Hm?” The faux noise of confusion aggravated you to no return. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shot you a cocky smile, before kissing up your stomach.
V — VOLUME
He’s not very loud, mostly quiet grunts and the occasional murmur against your skin. He’d much rather hear you—he loves it when you cry out for him, and tell him how good he feels against you.
Your nails dug into his shoulders as he plowed into you—you could feel the vibrations of his breathless groans and choked grunts. With a particularly hard thrust, your pussy walls shuddered and clenched around him, the lewd cry you let out enough to etch a permanent blush over David’s cheeks.
W — WILD CARD
Roleplay wouldn’t even be something he thinks of doing but if you brought it up, he’d find it so incredibly hot if he pretended he was arresting you before bending you over a table and fucking you senseless.
“You gonna punish me, detective?” you asked with a coy smile, hand trailing down his chest, toying with the buckles of his belt.
David blinked at you—trying his best not to break character. With firm hands, he yanked your fingers away from his belt and twisted your arm around over your back, crowding you against the table. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and may be used against you in a court of law.”
It took all it had in him not to laugh when you let out an aroused moan.
X — X-RAY
Size really doesn’t matter because he knows how to pleasure you regardless, but he’s definitely quite girthy. The first few times he had sex with you, he’d take it slow because he really didn’t want to hurt you and he was stretching you out so good.
“You’re so big,” you whispered as he carefully eased you onto his cock, hands gripping your hips tight. “Was worried you wouldn’t fit when we first had sex.”
David let out something akin to a hiss and a groan, his forehead leaning against yours.
Y — YEARNING
David’s sex drive isn’t all that high. It was mentioned before that you could work him up most of the time if you wanted to but unprompted, David would be just fine with having sex around once a week, especially since the two of you are so busy with work and quite tired when off it.
“We haven’t had sex in a while,” he whispered as he clambered into bed.
You muffled a yawn behind a fist. “Do you want to now?”
David rubbed at the corner of his eye, also fighting back a yawn. “I’m exhausted.”
“Me too.” The two of you laid down beneath the comforter, curling into your favorite positions like magnets snapping together. “In the morning, then?”
“Sounds good to me,” he replied, planting a chaste kiss on your shoulder and watching your eyelids slide shut.
Z — ZZZ
Sleep is hard to come by for David, so he’s usually up for a while after sex. Just holding you, listening to you breathe, his nose pressed against your shoulder. He likes watching you sleep—not in a weird, creepy way, obviously, but he just likes how peaceful and restful you look. He finds that he sleeps much better with you around. Still doesn’t get enough hours, but it’s much more restful compared to his nights without you.
You collapsed into the mattress face-first with a satisfied noise, which was muffled into your pillow. Sweat glistened on both of your bodies, but neither of you had the energy to go wash up before bed. David’s eyes darted down to your legs, suppressing a grin when he saw his spend smeared between your thighs.
“You’re too good, David,” you muttered, having turned your face away from the pillow, shooting him a lazy, blissed-out smile.
Funny, he thought you were too good for him. His arms curled around you. “G’night, hon.”
"Just one step closer to the place my heart already lives."
☆ Listening to "Kiss me" by Sixpence None the Richer while writing this. ☆
Pairing: David Loki x fem reader (18+).
Warnings: none.
Synopsis: he invites you out to dinner with him.
Author's note: oh my god, you can't understand the crush I have for Jake Gyllenhaal in general, but with this movie he really outdid himself. I even have a collection just for him on Tik Tok hahah, anyway I hope you like it!
The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).
Minors must not interact (MDNI).
If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so!
English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)
ෆ°ᡣ𐭩 . ° .
You find him waiting for you outside the police station, under a streetlight that emits a pale, intermittent light. His hands are in his jacket pockets and his gaze turned toward the road.
"I thought you weren’t coming," he says, without immediately turning around. You remain a step away from him. "I thought I wasn’t coming either."
Then he looks at you, finally. His eyes rest on you with that strange intensity that disarms you. It’s as if he sees things that you don’t even know you have inside, and yet you don’t feel exposed.
"Are you hungry?" he asks, and his voice is lower, slower than usual. As if he’s been thinking about this question for a long time, without finding another way to ask you. You stare at him for a moment, and you understand that it’s not a question of food, it’s an invitation. Unstated, unclear but sincere.
"Yes," you reply. "But only if it’s not a disguised interrogation." A corner of his mouth lifts, just a little. It’s not a real smile, but it’s something like it. "Not yet," he says.
The place is small, with red tables and an old song playing on a radio hanging on a nail. No one is looking at you and you sit across from him. He orders just a coffee and you get something simple.
He looks at your hands, your fingers around the glass of water. His eyes linger there, then come back up, slowly. When he meets your gaze, he doesn’t look away.
"You have a particular vibe…" he says, almost under his breath. "And I can’t tell if that’s something that attracts me or scares me." The sentence takes you by surprise. Loki isn’t one to say things like that, casually... not unintentionally.
"What if it’s both?" you reply. He lowers his gaze for a moment but then returns it to you. There’s something in his eyes that seems akin to desire. Contained, restrained but real.
"I didn’t ask you to come to dinner to distract you," he confesses. "I asked you to come because… I’ve been thinking about you… for days. More than I should."
Your heart races. Not because he caught you off guard but because he’s there, vulnerable. Naker than he thought he could allow himself to be. You reach out and place your hand on his, on the table, and he doesn’t pull it away.
"Me too," you say. "I was thinking about you." No more words are needed. The plate in front of you has gone cold, you stopped eating a while ago but you didn’t even notice. Loki plays with the knife, slowly turning it between his fingers as if he’s thinking about a question he can’t solve.
"Is it always like this?" you ask. "When you’re with someone... Do you just think about chance?" He looks up, slowly. His eyes are shiny, but not tired… rather, deep. Like a lake at dusk, holding all the cold of the night beneath the surface.
"I’m never with anyone," he says simply. The answer gets under your skin. You look down for a moment, then take a sip of water. You try to hide the fact that his words have affected you, but he sees it. He sees everything.
"Now what?" you ask. "Are you with anyone now?" A second passes, two, maybe three, and then he nods… small but firm "Yes." And he looks at you, silence.
"It’s a problem, you know?" you say, almost laughing. He raises an eyebrow. "For me or for now?" "Both." He smiles, but it’s more of a swipe of his lips... an expression that’s not his own, as if smiling was something he’s forgotten how to do, but is now trying to remember.
"You're right," he admits, then he takes a chip from your plate, dips it in ketchup with disarming slowness and eats it as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You let out a laugh, it comes out spontaneously, almost shyly.
He looks at you immediately. "What’s wrong?" "I didn’t imagine you like this…" "Like what?" "calm." Another pause with the awareness that your barriers are starting to give way and that neither of you has the desire to defend them anymore. "I didn’t imagine you like this either," he replies. "I thought you were one of those girls who really want to communicate…" "I was."
You look at each other and neither of you look away anymore. Then he takes the cup, takes a sip of the coffee they brought you, and puts it gently on the table. His fingers brush yours, it’s almost imperceptible, but you feel it. God, you feel it.
You feel like talking, asking a thousand things - about the case, about his childhood, about the tattoo under his ear - but you don’t want to ruin this small and fragile space that has been created between you, made of simple gestures.
"So," Loki says, lowering his voice, "what’s happening now?" "What’s happening is that you’re looking at me as if you want to kiss me," you answer. He doesn’t step back but he doesn’t move forward either. He stays there, balanced on the edge.
"Maybe so," he says. "But not here, not with this crappy music." And you laugh again, and he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and warmth. "So you know how to laugh," he murmurs. "That’s rare of you, you should do it more often."
You look down, but only for a moment. "Maybe you should stay closer to me, so maybe it happens more often." When you leave the diner, the air is warmer than expected, and the sky is full of clouds that don’t promise rain but seem to be holding something back, like you.
Loki holds the door open for you, in his own way - almost absentminded. You walk slowly toward the car and neither of you are in a hurry, and the night seems designed to prolong that moment, to give it space.
"So," you say, trying to break the silence full of everything, "This was your idea of a romantic dinner?" He turns to you, looks at you, then does it. That sly little smile, so genuine it makes your stomach slip and for a second you understand why that man doesn’t have to say much to make you lose your balance.
"If it was romantic," he says, his voice low, "I wouldn’t have let you finish the fries alone…" You laugh unexpectedly. "So you’re possessive about food, too?" He takes a half step closer and his gaze drops to your mouth for a moment, then comes back up, more daring.
"It depends," he says, almost in a whisper. "On who’s on the other side of the table." Your heart pounds, but you don’t pull away, you meet his gaze, still. "And now that you’ve finished your coffee and your tough jokes… what’s going on?"
He looks at you for a moment, then raises an eyebrow. "What’s happening is that I’ve been thinking about you too much for a few nights," he says, directly. "And this dinner didn’t help." The silence after is short, but dense.
You step closer and the space between you is barely a breath. "And what do you usually do when you think about someone too much?" He tilts his head, that smile, again. More pronounced this time, almost amused.
"I usually walk away." You take another half step, teasing him. "And this time?" He doesn’t answer, he just looks at you. Then he puts a light hand on your side, as if he’s checking to see if he can and you’re letting him.
"This time," he says softly, his voice hoarse, "I don’t feel like it at all." And then he kisses you. It’s not a violent kiss, but a slow one, full of all the things he hasn’t said and doesn’t know how to say yet, and you answer him with the same intensity because you both know you’re not trying to fill a void, but to build something - even if only for tonight.
When he pulls away from you, he stays close to you. "Shall I walk you home?" he asks, but he does it in a tone that leaves every possibility open. You smile, and for once you tell the truth without hiding: "Yeah, thank you." And he simply nods.
⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: smut. Synopsis: through the streets of the suburbs before going to your house.)
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⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: heavy smut. Synopsis: a very romantic night with him.)
Warnings: SMUT (18+!!), spanking, riding, praise, fingering, clit rubbing, maybe SOME degradation? probably more i am too tired to remember
Summary: Loki has been stressed from a case he’s been stumped on, and you’re there to help him feel good. Just not in the way you thought you would. But you don’t mind.
NOTES (PLEASE READ): This was originally supposed to be a submissive David Loki post, but my brain took it an entirely different way. I’m very sorry it took me so long to write something. I’ve been through a lot lately and it’s been hard to motivate myself to do things I love. But just know I am always writing when I can! Feedback is always appreciated.
word count: 2350
Masterlist
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In Control (David Loki x Reader)
(NOT MY GIF)
Your hands rubbed at David’s shoulders lightly, feeling the tension leave his body.
“It’s just so fucking frustrating. I haven't been this stumped since the Dover kid and it’s driving me insane. I mean, what’s different? I should’ve been done with this case by now.” Loki huffed, saying more right now than you’ve heard him speak all week.
“Baby, if there’s one thing that that case taught you, its that you can get shit done. It doesn’t matter if its close to a week, if its been a week - You’ll find a lead and you’ll break this case. Remember how long it took you to find a hard, reliable lead when Anna and Joy went missing?” You assured him, rubbing his scalp with your fingers gently.
“You’re right.” He let out softly, sighing longly. “You always know what to say to me. I’m just so stressed. I feel like things are spinning out of control, sometimes.” He leaned forward, away from your touch, putting his face in his hands.
You scooted up closer towards him and kissed his neck. Your hands gently rubbed the sides of his shoulders, trying to ease the stress and tension in his body.
“That feels really good…” David mumbled out.
“You should relax, and let me take care of you.” You cooed in his ear. “Let me make you feel good.”
He chuckled lightly, letting his head fall back against your shoulder. Your hands trailed against his stomach and up his chest, something you know he enjoys. Your mouth traces the edge of his ear, making David shiver.
“I wanna kiss you.” He mutters out.
You crawled in front of him and onto his lap, facing him, and kissing him deeply. His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, holding you against him as if you were going to slip away.
Your hands ran through his hair, tugging gently at his dark locks. A groan emits from his throat and you take the opportunity to kiss on his neck, biting playfully underneath his ear, something you know drives your beloved fiance insane.
He flips the both of you over, so that your back is hitting the seat of the couch, and kissed your neck back, sucking and leaving little marks that make you moan out and grip onto the black material of his shirt.
“David.. too much teasing.”
He chuckled carelessly against your skin, slowly lifting up your shirt and bringing it over your head to kiss your newly exposed skin. Your nipples hit the cold air and his tongue swirled around them. You gasped out, your hands flying back to their original spot to the hair atop his head.
“You’re supposed to be letting me make you feel good.” You chuckled, “This is definitely unfair.”
“I get pleasure from giving you pleasure, baby.” He said without even looking up, going directly back to sucking and licking your skin. “Need to feel in control.”
That was enough for you to let your body sink into his actions. His lips kissed all over your breasts and tummy, making sure to cover every inch.
His mouth felt like a comforting warmth all over your body. You loved to see David so focused on pleasure. He was always so stressed.
You gasped out when he brought two fingers up to your clothed pussy, rubbing gently over your clit. His teeth went to each side of your hips, pulling down the fabric keeping him from devouring his favorite part of you. The most delicious part of you.
Before you knew it, your panties were off and he was using the flat of his tongue to play with your clit. David’s middle finger slipped into you slowly and shortly, gathering your wetness and spreading it up to your lips. He pulled his lips from you, a disappointed whine escaping your lips. You weren’t displeased for long, with him spitting on your clit and rubbing it into your juices. His tattooed finger pushed in and out you, teasingly. Only moving in slow, precise movements.
He knew how to make you squirm.
“Please…!” You cried out.
His free hand came up to grab the side of your face tightly, “Please, what?”
“I need... I need another finger. Please. Please, it’s not enough, baby.” You whined, your hips squirming up to his face and fingers, causing him to pull his finger from you and swat at your thigh.
“Don’t be so fucking desperate.” He whispered in your ear, meanly, chuckling, and then kissing your neck. You moaned at the contact and moved your face towards his to kiss him. He pulled back for a second, teasing you. He smiled and kissed you deeply. His kiss made you swoon, forgetting you were naked and preparing to be completely taken by him.
His fingers made his way back down to your clit, rubbing quickly. You pulled back from the kiss, your toes curling and your hand grabbing at his wrist.
“Daviddd.. Fuck, God, fuck - I - that feels.. so good.. sosogood!” Your words were coming out jumbled now, all the rubbing at your bundle of nerves making your orgasm rise fast. Two of his fingers suddenly entered you and his lips went back to your neck, and slowly moved to leave bites underneath your ear. You felt overstimulated, his mouth on you, his two fingers inside of you, and his thumb rubbing at your clit. Sometimes you wondered how he managed to focus on so much at once. It drove you insane.
“Dave.. I’m gonna cum! Gonna cum so fast…” The familiar warmth and that wonderful tickle built in your stomach. David’s thumb went faster at your clit, until suddenly stopping, rudely interrupting your soon to be orgasm. You cried out, shaking as David held you in his arms for a second.
He kissed your shoulders gently, “I’ll make you cum in a little while. Just want you to ride me when you do. Wanna see your face and see you collapse on top of me, sweet angel. Wanna do that?”
His thumbs rubbed at your cheeks and you nodded softly, your brain hazy from being so close to an orgasm and having it snatched. David began moving the both of you, putting you on your hands and knees.
“But I thought -“
“Gonna fuck you from behind first.” He said, pushing you into the cushion of the couch and not giving you any time to think, before rubbing his cock between your folds and slowly pushing himself inside of you.
“Fu.. Fuck, David! Fuck, please, slower. Wanna feel all of you.” Your eyes rolled in pleasure and your mouth fell open.
Loki chuckled from behind you, softly caressing your hair.
“Look so pretty taking my dick, baby.”
He entered you fully, his hips flush with your ass. “You’re taking me so well.” He leaned his body down to kiss your shoulder, whispering sweet praises into your ear as he began slowly moving his hips against you. He softly gripped your hair with one hand, and your hip with the other.
His hands pulled back on your hips gently, the sound of skin slapping together beginning to fill the room.
You turned to the right, whining loudly at David’s small and short thrusts. You knew he was teasing you. He wanted you to ask him for more. Wanted to feel like you completely depended on him for pleasure.
“Please, David, I want more. I need more. I wanna feel you tomorrow when I wake up.” You reached an arm behind you to touch his stomach. He grabbed you by your elbow, slamming you back and snapping his hips against you, grunting in effort.
“I fucking. love you.” Snap. “And this pussy.” Snap. “This is heaven. Fuck, I never want anyone.” Snap, “Else.” Snap. “EVER.” He pulled you up by your arm and grabbed the elbow of your other arm, pulling you back against him.
His hips fucked into you roughly, moving at the fastest pace you’ve ever been fucked in. He fucked you like it would be the last time he’d ever be buried inside you. Like he’s been deprived of you for years. Like you were a doll.
Your moans were uncontrollable at this point, the couch rattled with his thrusts, scratching against the floor of your living room. His grip on your elbows tightened, his lips attacking the soft flesh of the back of your neck.
“All I need, is this. I’ll never be stressed again. Never be worried again. Just need to be buried right here with - with you.” His fingers reached down to rub at your clit, making warmth spread all throughout your tummy. You fell from his grip and screamed out in pleasure against the arm of the couch.
“Dav… Baby, you’re gonna make me cum...”
You slurred out, words barely coming out due to the immense pleasure you felt. One of his hands made their way to your hair, forcing your head to the side to kiss him. His thrusts finally slowed, his fingers on your clit soon the only thing you could feel.
“Don’t fucking cum.” He growled out, rubbing at your clit quickly from behind. He rubbed up and down, making sure to get both of your juices to lubricate your pussy. Not that it needed help.
You gasped out and grip his wrist with your hand. Your mouth fell open against the arm of the couch, letting yourself fall into the pleasure. Your toes curled, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your hips moved themselves with his fingers.
“You feel so good! Pleasee… Please, I need to cum.” You cried out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
His fingers stopped rubbing abruptly, making you whine at the loss of pleasure. Your body trembled from being put on the very edge, your eyebrows furrowing in a small attitude.
David moved to the middle of the couch and moved your leg across his lap, making you sit directly in front of him.
“Wanna come?” He asked you, looking deeply into your eyes.
You nodded at him desperately, biting your lip and kissing the tattoo on his neck in a pleading manner. His head fell against the back of the cushion and let you suck love bites onto his neck. He moaned at the affection, letting out a small laugh,
“Want everyone to know who I belong to?”
You brought your head up and smiled at him sweetly, nodding and bringing your lips to his. He kissed you deeply and ran his hands through your Y/H/C hair.
“Make yourself cum in my lap. I wanna see you lose it, honey. Wanna see how pretty you look.”
You took his cock in your hands, rubbing it and teasing it against your folds. You grinded down against him, causing him to groan out. You both were so wet that you could feel the slick between your legs. David groaned out and gripped your hips with his hand.
“You’re lucky I’m out of breath. Otherwise, I would punish you for all this teasing.” He muttered out, using his other hand to grip your hair. You sunk down on him in one swift motion, and David buried his face in your neck. “Feel so fucking good. Fuck yourself onto me. Fuck, please. I’m gonna have you leaking when I’m done with you, baby.”
You bounced on him slowly, at first, but soon changed to a quicker pace.
You arched your back, pushing his cock deeper inside of you. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his mouth found his way to one of your nipples, licking and sucking as you bounced up and down relentlessly.
“F..Fuck, David. David, you feel so good!” You squealed out at the angle your hips were bouncing on him at.
As if he was hit with a wave of energy, David sat up, bringing his face up from your tits and thrusting his hips into you mercilessly,
“Faster…” He groaned out, “Need to fuck you faster. Harder.”
His thumb rubbed at your clit as both of your hips bounced against each other, moving in a perfect rhythm. David’s hand in your hair tightened and he growled out loudly as you bit down on his neck.
Smack!
You yelped and jumped, moaning at the delicious burn on your ass from his heavy hand.
“Cum on my cock, sweetheart. I know you’re close. Lose it for me, baby. I’ve got you. I’m gonna watch you cum…” Smack! “And then I’m gonna fill this little pussy up.”
“Fill me up, please. Please, fill me up! I want your cum so fucking bad.” You sobbed out, the pleasure becoming overwhelming. Another loud smack filled the air, David’s grunts and moans getting as loud as yours were.
“David, right there, fuck!”
You wrapped yourself around his neck and buried your face into him, his arms grabbing at your waist and pulling you up and down on his dick. You were grinding so hard onto him that he didn’t even need to use his thumb to rub your clit anymore. A familiar snap arose throughout your body, and you grabbed as tightly onto David as you could. Your orgasm was rocking through your body so hard you felt like you would slip away if you let go of David. David moaned loudly and gave 3 more hard snaps of his hips before groaning and spilling himself into you.
You kissed your love deeply, gripping his face in both of your hands and stroking his hair.
“Stop that.” He laughed out breathlessly.
“Stop what?” You pulled back and smiled at him.
“Stroking my hair. You’re gonna make me go for a round two and I’m not even out of you yet.”
You laughed loudly and looked down between the two of you and swirled your hips against his slowly. He let his head fall against your shoulder and his eyes fell closed,
“Fuck..”
“How about we go to the bedroom now?” You whispered in a sultry voice, giggling as he started picking you both up and dashed for the bedroom.
"Just one step closer to the place my heart already lives."
☆ Listening to "All mine" by Brent Faiyaz while writing this. ☆
Pairing: David Loki x fem reader (18+).
Warnings: heavy smut.
Synopsis: a very romantic night with him.
Author's note: argh! why does he have to be a fictional character? what a drag, but I hope you like it!
The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).
Minors must not interact (MDNI).
If you want to make any requests, feel free to do so!
English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)
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"Come here," he murmurs, It's not a demand - it's an invitation, a request. You go willingly, closing the small distance between you. He steps closer, guiding you backward until the back of your legs bump against the edge of the couch.
His hands slide up your arms to your shoulders, then down to your waist, pulling you gently but firmly against him. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this," he says, his voice rough. His thumbs trace circles over your lower back as he searches your face.
You can feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the solid strength of him. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as you meet his gaze. "I think I do," you murmur. "Because I've wanted it too."
His breath catches, and for a moment, he just looks at you - really looks at you - like he's memorizing this moment, this confession. Then his hands frame your face, tilting your head up as he kisses you.
His mouth moves against yours with practiced ease, his tongue sliding against yours in warm, teasing strokes. One hand slides from your face to your hair, tangling gently in the strands as he deepens the kiss.
His other arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You can feel every line of his body, the hard planes of his chest pressing against yours, the solid muscle of his thighs against yours.
When he finally breaks the kiss, it's only to trail his lips along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His teeth graze lightly over the sensitive skin where your pulse flutters beneath the surface.
You gasp, your fingers tightening in his shirt as he nips gently at the base of your neck. He hums against your skin, pleased with your reaction. "You taste so good," he murmurs, his lips moving against your skin as he speaks.
His hands slide down to grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly as he puts you on the couch. He follows, spreading your thighs as he settles between them. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, fingers brushing lightly against your stomach as he waits for permission.
You arch into the touch, silently encouraging him. He tugs your shirt over your head, his gaze darkening as he takes you in. His hands follow, skimming up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before cupping them through the thin fabric of your bra.
"I want to see you," he murmurs, looking up at you through his lashes. His fingers find the clasp of your bra with practiced ease, undoing it in a single movement. He pulls the straps down your arms slowly, revealing you inch by inch.
When the fabric falls away, his breath catches, his hands hovering just above your skin for a moment before covering you. His thumbs brush over your nipples, circling them gently until they pebble under his touch.
"Beautiful," he breathes. He dips his head, taking one peaked nipple into his mouth. His tongue flicks over the sensitive bud before drawing it deeper into his mouth, sucking gently.
You arch into his mouth, a soft moan escaping as he lavishes attention on your breast. His hand moves to your other breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers while his mouth works on the first.
The dual stimulation sends sharp pleasure straight to your core, making you squirm against him. He notices, pulling back just enough to smirk at you before switching to the other breast.
His tongue circles your nipple before he nips lightly at the bud, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Your fingers clutch at his shoulders as the sensation jolts through you. "That's it," he murmurs against your skin, feeling your reaction.
His hand slides down your stomach, fingertips tracing the curve of your waist before dipping lower, they hook into the waistband of your pants, tugging you closer.
His other hand remains on your breast, kneading gently as he watches your face. "Tell me what you want," he says, the words rough with want. You swallow hard, heat flooding your face even as you push your hips toward his hand. "You," you breathe. "I want you."
His gaze darkens at your words, his fingers tightening momentarily on your breast before sliding down to the button of your pants, he undoes it with swift precision.
The cool air hits your exposed skin as he tugs your pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. He makes a low sound in his throat - something between a growl and a groan - as he sees you bare before him.
His hands slide up your thighs, pushing them apart gently but firmly. "Look at you," he murmurs. His thumbs trace slow circles on the insides of your thighs, moving closer and closer to where you ache for his touch. "So pretty like this."
Your breath comes faster now, your chest rising and falling rapidly as his thumb finally brush over your slick folds. A shudder runs through you at the contact, your hips twitching instinctively toward his hands.
He watches your reaction with hungry intensity, his fingers spreading you open as he studies your glistening wetness. Without breaking eye contact, he leans in and drags his tongue through your folds in one slow, deliberate stroke.
A choked moan tears from your throat at the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck," you gasp, your fingers flying to his hair as he does it again, this time circling your clit with his tongue before sucking it gently into his mouth.
His hands grip your thighs, holding you open as he feasts on you, alternating between firm pressure and teasing flicks of his tongue. He adds a finger inside you, curling it just right as he continues working your clit with his mouth.
You arch your back off the couch, your thighs quivering around his head. His free hand moves to your stomach, pressing you back down as he redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster, his finger pushing deeper.
"Oh god," you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Please-" He knows exactly what you need without you finishing the sentence. His tongue flicks faster over your clit while his finger crooks against that perfect spot inside you.
Pleasure builds rapidly, coiling tight in your belly before snapping. You come with a cry, your body tensing as ecstasy crashes through you in waves. He doesn't let up, continuing to stroke you through your orgasm with his tongue and finger until the sensations become almost too much.
Only then does he ease off, dragging his tongue through your folds one last time before pulling back to watch you. You're panting, your skin flushed, your body thrumming with aftershocks. He kisses the inside of your thigh before straightening, bringing his hand to his mouth and licking his finger clean with a satisfied hum.
His gaze darkens as he watches your reaction to his show. "You taste even better than I imagined," he murmurs, leaning down to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips as he kisses you deeply, his tongue sliding against yours with possessive hunger.
One hand cradles your jaw while the other grips your hip, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the hard length of him through his pants, pressing insistently against your thigh. "I want to be inside you," he growls against your lips.
His hands move to the waistband of his pants, undoing them with swift precision before pushing them down just enough to free his cock. It springs free, thick and already fully hard.
He wraps his hand around himself, giving a few slow strokes as he watches you watch him. The head is glistening with precum. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry as you take in the size of him.
It's been a while since you've been with anyone, and he's... substantial. He notices your reaction and slows his strokes, thumb brushing over the tip to smear the precum. "I'll go slow," he promises, voice rough with need.
His free hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "I'll make sure you're ready." You nod, words failing you as he guides himself to your entrance, the broad head nudging against your still-sensitive folds.
He presses inside just an inch, then pauses, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You breathe out steadily, adjusting to the stretch as he gives you time to accommodate him.
His thumb continues its gentle motions across your cheekbone, his other hand still resting lightly on your hip. "You okay?" he asks, voice rough but careful. "Yes," you whisper. "Please, more."
He exhales sharply at your words, his grip tightening slightly on your hip as he pushes in another inch. A low groan rumbles in his chest. "Fuck, you're tight." You gasp as he fills you, the stretch bordering on the edge of pain but never quite crossing it.
Your fingers dig into his shoulders as he pauses again, buried halfway inside you. His breathing is ragged, his entire body tense with restraint. Sweat glistens on his forehead as he fights for control.
You can feel him pulsing inside you, hot and thick. "Look at me," he murmurs. When your eyes meet his, he gives you another slow inch, stretching you wider. A shudder runs through him as your walls flutter around him. "God, you feel good."
You arch your back, urging him deeper. His eyes darken with approval as he complies, sinking the rest of the way in with one steady push. The stretch is intense but exhilarating, your body clenching around him instinctively. "Oh fuck," he groans, his forehead dropping to yours.
"Just - give me a second," he grits out, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. You can feel him shaking with the effort of holding still, his cock twitching inside you as your body adjusts around him.
After a moment, he lifts his head, his gaze blazing with need. "You feel incredible," he breathes. His thumb strokes over your cheekbone again, almost tenderly, before sliding down to trace your lower lip. "Kiss me."
You do, parting your mouth as his tongue slides against yours. The kiss is deep and messy, his hips shifting minutely inside you as his tongue mirrors what his cock wants to do.
When he finally pulls back, you're both breathing hard. His hands slide under your ass, lifting you slightly as he begins to move. The initial thrust is slow, deliberate, giving you every inch of him as he pulls back just as slowly.
A shudder wracks his body as he bottoms out again, his forehead pressing against yours again. "That's it," he murmurs, more to himself than you. "Just like that." His thrusts pick up speed, not rough but insistent, each one driving you deeper into the cushions.
His hands grip your ass, tilting your hips to change the angle, and you gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside you. "Oh god," you moan, your nails raking down his back. He groans at the sting, his hips snapping forward with more force.
"Right there," you gasp, your body tensing as pleasure builds again. "I know," he growls, his breath hot against your neck as he nips at the sensitive skin there. His movements become more erratic, his cock dragging over that sweet spot inside you with every thrust.
One hand slides up to cup your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple as he drives into you. The dual stimulation has your back arching off the couch, your thighs quivering around his hips.
"Fuck - fuck I'm gonna come," you gasp, your fingers twisting in the fabric of the couch cushions as your body coils tight. He doesn't stop, doesn't slow down, just drives into you harder, his hips snapping against yours as he chases his own release.
The pressure inside you explodes outward, your orgasm crashing through you in intense waves. Your walls clamp down around him, milking his cock as you cry out, your body convulsing beneath him.
He groans your name, his thrusts becoming erratic as your climax pulls him toward his own. "Fuck, I'm coming," he grits out, his rhythm faltering as he buries himself to the hilt inside you.
A strangled moan tears from his throat as he spills, his cock pulsing deep within you as he rides out his orgasm. His body tenses above you, muscles taut with release, his grip on your hips almost painful.
He stays like that for a moment, breathing hard, his forehead pressed against your collarbone as he comes down from the high. Slowly, he pulls back to look at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction and something warmer.
He leans down to kiss you, the touch gentle despite the roughness of his breathing. When he finally lifts his head, he studies your face with an expression that's both hungry and tender.
His fingers trace the curve of your cheek before brushing a damp strand of hair away from your forehead. "You're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice still rough from exertion. His hips give a small, involuntary thrust, and you both groan at the sensation.
He leans down to kiss you again, slower this time, his tongue sliding against yours with lazy satisfaction. His hands move to cradle your face as he deepens the kiss, and you can feel his cock still twitching inside you, not fully soft yet.
When he finally pulls back, his thumbs trace over your cheekbones, his gaze searching yours. "Let me take care of you." He shifts slightly, his hands sliding down to your waist as he carefully pulls out of you.
You gasp at the sudden emptiness, your body clenching around nothing. He groans softly, watching your reaction before reaching for a nearby box of tissues to clean you both up. His touch is gentle, almost worshipful as he wipes away any remaining evidence of your lovemaking.
You tilt your head back to look at him, meeting his amused gaze. "Exceptional, you?" His smile widens, eyes bright with satisfaction. "Better than good." He shifts slightly, pulling you more securely against him as his hand strokes your arm up and down. "Better than anything I've had in a long time."
The sincerity in his words makes your stomach flutter. You've been with men who made grand declarations after sex before, but there's something different about the way he says it - like he means it, not just because he's riding the high of his orgasm.
You press a soft kiss to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, breathing in the salt and musk of his skin. He hums approvingly, his hand pausing in its strokes to squeeze your arm gently before resuming.
Outside, the city hums with distant traffic and muted conversations from the street below, but here on this couch, wrapped in each other's arms, it feels like you're the only two people in the world.
⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: smut. Synopsis: through the streets of the suburbs before going to your house.)
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⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 (Warnings: none. Synopsis: he invites you out to dinner with him.)
"Just one step closer to the place my heart already lives."
☆ Listening to "Call out my name" by The Weeknd while writing this. ☆
Pairing: David Loki x fem reader (18+).
Warnings: smut.
Synopsis: through the streets of the suburbs before going to your house.
Author's note: well, here is part 2 of "Just one step closer"! (I'm already thinking about part 3 hihihi), thanks anon for asking for part two and most of all i'm glad you liked it, hope you like this one too!
The reader is of legal age (I will never write for underage readers, only 18 and up).
Minors must not interact (MDNI).
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English is not my native language so I ask you to have a little tolerance :)
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"You've been thinking about me too much," you say, repeating his earlier confession with a teasing lilt. You glance sideways at him, catching the ghost of a smile in the dim light.
He exhales a quiet laugh, almost to himself "Yeah, I have." His thumb traces a slow circle against your palm as he speaks. "I don't usually do that," he adds, his tone carefully neutral. "Thinking about people."
"But here we are." You stop walking, turning to face him fully now. The narrow street feels suddenly intimate, the sounds of the city muffled to a distant hum. He stops too, his hand still clasped around yours.
"Yeah," he says softly. "Here we are." His free hand comes up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch light, almost tentative. The streetlamp above casts half his face in shadow, but his eyes are clear in the golden glow.
They search yours for a moment before dropping to your mouth. His fingers tighten slightly against your neck as he pulls you closer, his body pressing against yours in the narrow space between the streetlights.
The kiss is slow at first - tentative, like he's testing the fit of his mouth to yours. Then he shifts, his other hand sliding around your waist to anchor you to him as the kiss deepens. His mouth is warm and firm, and there's something hungry in the way he moves against you, like he's been waiting for this all night.
You taste coffee and something darker, something uniquely him as his tongue meets yours. His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing into the curve of your back as he pulls you flush against him.
His body is solid against yours, the heat of him seeping through your clothes as you stand in the dim glow of the streetlamp. His grip is possessive now, one hand firm at your waist while the other cradles the back of your neck, angling your head just so.
The kiss is no longer tentative - it's demanding, his mouth moving against yours with quiet desperation. You can feel the rapid beat of his pulse where his fingers press against your skin.
When he finally breaks away, his breathing is uneven, his eyes dark in the low light. "I should have done this sooner," he murmurs, the words rough. His thumb traces the edge of your jaw, his gaze dropping to your lips again.
You catch your breath, your lips still tingling from his mouth. The street feels impossibly quiet around you, the distant hum of traffic reduced to white noise beneath the pounding of your heart.
His thumb traces the swell of your lower lip, his gaze following the movement. "You're thinking too much again," you murmur, speaking softly. You lean in and brush your mouth against his chin, feeling the faint stubble there.
He lets out a soft sound - not quite a laugh, not quite a sigh - as his hands slide down to your hips. "Old habits," he admits, his words rough. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly as he pulls you closer. "But you're right."
"My place is over the corner..." you say, and he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his hands still firm at your waist. There's a question in his gaze - checking, waiting for confirmation. You nod once, deliberately, and his grip tightens for a heartbeat before he releases you.
"Lead the way," he says, voice rough with want. His thumb brushes your hip as he steps back to give you space. The streetlight above throws half his face in shadow, highlighting the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the way his mouth is still slightly parted from your last kiss.
You turn, walking down the quieter street with quick steps, your skin still thrumming from his touch. The night air cools your lips where his mouth was moments before.
⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐 (Warnings: heavy smut. Synopsis: a very romantic night with him.)
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⤷ 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳 (Warnings: none. Synopsis: he invites you out to dinner with him.)
Summary: David Loki has made peace with the knowledge that he will traverse the world alone. Except, what happens when a run in with a stranger at a wedding turns his world upside down, causing him to question everything he thinks he wants and needs for himself? Even more so, what does he do when the same woman's life suddenly is in jeopardy.
Warnings: smut, oral (m to f), p in v, um kissing idk don’t be under 18 on my page okay. Also cussing
A/N: Surprise! This is a late V day surprise but I promise if you've been here for the slow burn I have finally hopefully made up for it. Also also, I decided to make Chapter 12 two parts to save on word count. I might not post for a bit after this so I hope you enjoy! As always like, reblog, comment, support fellow writers :)
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Chapter 12, Part 1: Disarm
David frowns as he looks down at his phone, eyes furrowed together and jaw tense as he reads over the email.
All the messages came from a burner account. No IP addresses that are traceable to anyone. Whoever sent these knows how to cover their tracks.
Fuck.
Nina had sent him the messages about a few weeks ago. A week ago he had asked if she could hand over her laptop, just to do a quick trace, and while she had been hesitant she had given in. Mainly because of the strained way he had begged her, preferring to be extra safe upon reading the messages sent.
He’s glad now he did.
If it had been some random guy in another city crushing over Nina, David would be annoyed but it’d be harmless. Nina was beautiful, she was pretty famous at least in the ballet world, and she had a large following.
Like she had said, sometimes these things happen.
Some random person with multiple fake accounts and an untraceable IP address constantly complimenting her, pointing out specifics from her show meant something more serious. Something he couldn’t track, control.
He didn’t like that.
A message comes in from Nina, disrupting his thoughts. She was apologizing, explaining that she had just gotten home so dinner would be later than planned but she was home so he could come over anytime. David exhales as he turns off his car, the heat giving way to an evening chill. As November inched closer, so did the cool Philadelphia air.
He was excited about tonight. It was the first time either of them would be at one of their places. It meant that Nina trusted him enough to show her space. He knew that was a big deal, maybe because for him it would feel the same, but also because it opened the door to more possibilities together.
He was excited and nervous.
He gets out of his car, grabbing the small treat he had picked up at the store on the way over. Nina’s apartment was in downtown Conyers, on top of what looked like a bakery David was familiar with walking by as a teenager. It was in an old historic brick building, faced a semi busy street and despite Conyers being a small town, had decent traffic.
David didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.
He follows the instructions Nina sent him to the back of the building, where a wrought iron gate gave way to a courtyard. It was quieter back here, there was a fountain that trickled in the middle of the small space, the area opening up to six tenant doors with dead foliage growing around.
Some of the units had balconies and there’s one that captures his attention, a small jack o lantern sitting on the edge, along with two chairs and a table that mirrored the iron gate. He sees movement in the window beyond it, it’s Nina, clicking on a light before disappearing into the mystery of her home. He can see a little into her space, not a lot, but enough that he wonders how he can convince her to begin closing her windows with curtains, at least at night.
He moves to the door, knocking on it twice before waiting patiently. When it goes unanswered he knocks again, harder, and seconds later he hears Nina yell out,
“David that you? Come on in, it's unlocked!”
David squeezes his eyes shut, eyes opening to a flurry of small blinks. He should probably also have a conversation with her about keeping her door locked. Conyers was safe, but it wasn’t that safe, nowhere was, and with some stranger sending her anonymous messages it was better if she was extra cautious.
He opens the door, allowing the warmth to greet him. There’s a small foyer where a bench greets him, antique hooks hanging from the brick wall where a few jackets hang, a shoe rack that stores a few shoes in a semi-neat row. It opens up to a steep flight of stairs that will take him up to where he assumes the rest of the apartment is. After locking the door, he shrugs out of his jacket, hangs it and then moves to take off his shoes before making his way up the stairs.
He’s surprised when he makes it to the top.
Not because Nina’s space is nice, he figured it would be because she carried herself with an elegance he found alluring. It was mainly because he had no idea that there were homes this nice in Conyers. The place still has its bones of brick walls, one plaster wall contrasting against it all and was large and open. The living room is cozy, hosts a wood burning fireplace, and off to the side are stacks of books scattered in organized piles in front of it. There’s a large bucket size emerald green couch that hosts decorative plush pillows, a cherry oak coffee table, a TV stand with a nice size TV. Frames of photos hang around the space, both filled with personal photos and art, a balanced clash to the other small decorations. There’s a small wooden bookcase that holds a record player at the top, a variety of vinyls tucked in order underneath. A hallway to the right where he assumes takes him to the other part of the apartment, most likely a bedroom and bathroom.
To the left is the kitchen, a large island in the middle framed with modern appliances. She has a small dining set that seats four, and beyond where the fridge stands is another hall that leads to where he assumes the balcony he clocked outside is.
Nina has music playing on the record player, it sounds French and urban, and the sound is a nice contrast to the way Nina shuffles around her kitchen pulling out items. It also smells really nice, she has a variety of candles lit up in the space and it lends to the low lighting, making it seem cozy and intimate.
“This is a very nice place.”
David’s voice grabs Nina’s attention, she looks up from where she’s chopping broccoli and smiles.
“Oh hey! Hi, welcome. Thank you! I just finished finding pieces to make it my own. Facebook marketplace is actually amazing.”
“This is the nicest place I’ve seen in this city. And I go to a lot of houses.”
“You’re obligated to say that because you’re dating me.”
“No, if it was crappy I’d probably not say anything and just say thank you for having me over.”
Nina laughs because she knows that's true; David was honest, a trait she appreciates about him, and returns her attention to chopping.
“Give me a second, I just want to get these veggies chopped and then we can try to figure out the bookshelf situation.”
David walks over to her, placing the bag he brought on a nearby counter before moving to wrap his arms around her. She leans back into him, her head falling to the side and he places a tender kiss on her neck, mumbling against her skin,
“No rush, I can be here all night if you need.”
He meant that; her couch looked comfortable although if she offered for him to join her in bed he wouldn’t mind that either. She giggles as she moves to look at him, placing a soft kiss on his lips as she mutters,
“I might hold you to that.”
“You should.”
He gives her a little squeeze as he pulls away, lifting the bag off the counter.
“Where should I put this?”
It was dessert, a surprise and she asks,
“What is it?”
“Strawberry cheesecake.”
“David, are you trying to spoil a girl? The deal was I cook, you build.”
“Consider it a compromise.”
Nina rolls her eyes but chuckles, grabbing an onion and starting to cut it with an efficiency even David was impressed with.
“You can put it in the fridge,” she pauses, “Also help yourself to anything. I have sparkling water, beer, wine, I could make coffee but half of me wants to cut you off while I still can…”
He laughs as he moves to the fridge, places the cheesecake in and peruses her selection. Nina’s fridge was organized, the most organized he’s ever seen with the amount of items in it, and he’s not surprised to find everything she notes easily.
“Do you want anything?”
“I’ll have a white wine.”
He nods, moving to grab the unopened bottle, along with a beer.
“Glasses are to the right of the fridge.” Nina says over her shoulder and he nods, moving that way to grab them. Again, meticulously organized in a way that felt methodical and he grabs a glass, about to ask for the wine opener when she notes,
“And the wine opener is in the drawer in front of you.”
“You’re kind of an…organized person.”
“I’m just lazy and if I can’t find anything easily I freak out.”
He doesn’t say anything, instead opening the bottle of wine and pouring a glass. The organization, anticipation of the needs of others, her compassion. He’d guess she’s a Virgo, but he keeps that information to himself. Mainly because he doesn’t want her to guess his upcoming birthday; Nina seemed like the kind of person who liked to make a big deal of them and while he would appreciate the thought he hated making a big deal of it. It also meant he missed hers and he knows he’ll feel bad if that’s the case because he missed it while actively pursuing her.
He opens his beer before putting everything back, placing a glass of wine by Nina as she says,
“Feel free to look around. I have one or two more veggies left to cut and then I can step away.”
“Okay.”
He starts with her living room, drinking in the amount of plants she has, the way they were thriving. Now he knew if he was having trouble with his pathos, he could ask her for tips. She has photos hanging on the wall, he sees one with a few people he recognizes, even more he doesn’t. There’s one where Nina stands with a man that looks like her, mirrors her similarly and then another with the same man and two others who share similar features.
“I know you said you had brothers I just didn’t realize you had three.” he comments and she pauses, looks up at him.
“Yeah,” she hesitates then shrugs, going back to chopping the carrot she currently had in her hand. “I have a twin brother and two older brothers.”
“You’re a twin?” David's surprised she hasn’t revealed that about herself but then again, they’ve never really dived into the family conversation. He wonders if she’s avoided it because he has none, and she was trying to be sensitive to it.
Either way, he makes a note to ask her more about it at some point.
“Yeah. He really wants to meet you; he clocked I was dating someone weeks ago. Fucking twin connection.”
He gives a small chuckle as she says,
“My dad wants to meet you too. And my other brothers.”
“You’re the youngest.” he says it as a statement, not a question and she laughs,
“I am.”
“They want to make sure I’m not some creep.”
“They do.”
“That’s fair.”
He moves to her vinyl collection. There’s a few albums that are obviously French, Spanish, a few other languages he can’t guess. He figures out it's organized by genre, and he’s surprised by her selection of metal, making note that she had Killswitch amongst the bands and tells her as much.
“You have good music taste.”
“You think so?”
“You have Killswitch so that’s a good sign. And the Queen of the Damned soundtrack which gives you bonus points, especially because you have it on vinyl.”
Nina laughs as she watches David take in her space, his head nodding in approval when he pauses at her book selection. He was such a detective, ingesting more about her and she found it cute, his curiosity.
“Okay done.” she moves to wash her hands, before walking over to him. He’s wearing what she had grown accustomed to seeing him in, a sky blue shirt and dark pants, his gun and badge and cuffs.
“You come here straight from work?”
“Yeah, got called in. Nothing serious.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you were still able to make it over,” she wraps her arms around him, allows his warmth to envelop her, presses her head into his chest as she inhales his scent. He always smelled good to her. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”
“Me too. I wouldn’t cancel unless I really had too.” he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling him towards her and pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“Do you want a quick tour of my place before you start building stuff?”
“Sure,” he mumbles, rubbing her back. “What are we having for dinner by the way?”
“Oh um…..I’m cooking shrimp lo mein, orange chicken and a really yummy szechuan broccoli with sesame seeds.”
David snaps his head to Nina who looks up at him innocently and says,
“Those are two of my favorite orders. I have no idea what the broccoli is but it sounds good.”
“I know and trust me it’s delicious.”
“How do you know what I like?”
“I can be a detective sometimes too.” she blinks innocently up at him and he rolls his eyes as he pushes another kiss to her forehead, holding her closer.
“Eddie told you. Or Bianca. One of them did. I only eat Chinese whenever I’m around them.”
“A detective never shares her secrets.”
He chuckles but really he feels that strong, warm fuzzy feeling take hold of him again. It's bigger, moves to his heart, and he tries to ignore the way it pounds in his chest. She was going to cook him his favorite meal, Chinese, with his favorite dishes from scratch.
She had gone out of her way to figure out what he liked and surprised him with it and that level of thoughtfulness hurts him in a way that makes him want to stay near her forever.
“You sure that's okay to cook? It seems like a lot.”
Despite the obvious gesture, he didn’t want to seem like a burden. He wants her to know that. She waves it away with ease.
“David, it's literally the easiest thing in the world. It's my treat and I wouldn’t offer it if I didn’t think I could do it.”
“Okay.”
They stand that way for a few seconds more, before Nina pulls away and rests her chin on his chest.
“Ready for the tour?”
“Lead the way.”
She starts with her bedroom, it's also sizably large, especially factoring in the walk in closet and full bath. She has a claw tooth bathtub, along with a standing shower, and plants hang on the ceiling, a window cracked. She shows him a second bathroom, a half bath, before leading him to the laundry room, the balcony outside where the pumpkin they bought together hangs out, carved and half eaten by squirrels. It also holds the small table and two chairs he noticed earlier and Nina talks about how she likes to sit outside first thing in the morning and enjoy a cup of coffee as she watches the sunrise.
When they make it back to the living room, David pulls her to him again, this time moving to give her another kiss. When he pulls away he mutters,
“Hypothetically, when we move in together, we’re moving into your place. Mine is nice, but yours is larger and already cozy.”
Nina giggles - when, she likes the idea of when - but just says,
“When it comes to that, we can make the decision together.”
“Trust me, your place is going to win.”
She laughs as she pulls away from him regretfully, her eyes flashing to the two bookcase boxes in the corner, alongside her tool bag.
“Okay, I need to start dinner and if we want to watch Arcane tonight you should probably start on bookcase number one at least.”
“I think you’re underestimating my ability to put things together.” he smirks and Nina shakes her head.
“Ikea stuff is so hard to put together; that’s their downfall. It's not you I don’t have faith in. It's Ikea.”
“I’ll finish probably around the same time you finish dinner considering I’m planning on building both of them,” he moves to take his gun off his holster, his badge. “Do you mind if I put this on the coffee table? If you don’t feel comfortable with guns I can also store it in a case, I’d just have to grab it out of my trunk.”
Nina waves her hand as she moves to the kitchen,
“Put it wherever. My dad was in the British Armed Forces and one of my brothers is in the Navy so I’m not bothered by them.”
That was interesting, David makes a mental note about it before placing his things down.
Nina starts to cook dinner and David begins to build the bookcases, both of them chatting about how their days had gone, Nina sharing more about her upbringing in Pittsburgh and her brothers.
Nina is surprised when David finishes the two bookcases early, she genuinely thought the first one would have caused him to avoid building the second. She’s barely finishing the last of the chicken and David can’t keep the cocky grin off his face as she looks at them in disbelief.
“Well now you’re stuck with me because if you can build stuff that easily and quickly that’s automatic points toward the boyfriend list.” she jokes, taking in the way it's well put together.
He laughs, but really the statement makes his stomach burst into a flurry of butterflies. He wanted to be her boyfriend, desperately if he was being real with himself, even if he didn’t know what that would mean long term. Figured he’d figure it out with her help, and wanted to explore every aspect of being with her as he could.
It was nice to feel wanted.
He focuses on offering to start to shelf books, needing the distraction. She happily takes it, directing him on the order she would prefer, grateful for the help.
When dinner finishes twenty minutes later, they’re both on a second glass of wine and beer, and when David takes his first bite it takes all of him not to moan loudly.
“Now you’re stuck with me. This is better than any Chinese I’ve ordered. Ever.”
Nina laughs and shrugs as she digs into her own dish,
“I lived in Paris my whole life. You think I wasn't going to learn how to be a decent cook?”
They eventually end up on the couch, snuggled into each other as Nina moves to find the next episode they were on for Arcane. She pushes play, ready to settle in but her body has other plans.
She’s become hyper aware of the way David’s hand rests on her hip, moving thoughtlessly up and down between her outer thigh and torso. She’s aware of the way his heart sounds near her ears, loud and steady, the way cedarwood and bergamot dance in her nostrils. He pushes his lips to her head and gives her a kiss, his hand deftly moving the bottom of her sweater up, fingers dancing on her exposed skin.
Nina closes her eyes, tries to steady her breathing but also she was super horny and the idea that David wanted to have sex turned her on even more. His hands continue to dance circles on her skin, slowly getting bigger then smaller. He was teasing her, trying to gauge her.
She should give him a push.
She moves her head to look up at him, Arcane background music at this point, and he looks down at her, lust rimming his eyes. There’s a moment where time pauses; she watches him carefully as he watches her back, she’s sure her eyes screamed fuck me at this point, and he gives a small smile before leaning down to kiss her.
This kiss is different from the kisses earlier, the need for innocence now gone. It's dominating, David pulls her to him as his other hand moves to her face. It's needy as she rests her hands over his, allowing him to kiss her deeply and she groans as his hands grip her tightly. She needed more of him, it wasn’t enough to have him like this from this angle, and she shifts with agile speed when he pulls apart for air. She needs more of him, throws her legs over him so she can straddle him comfortably, before her lips find his again.
She could kiss him like this forever.
He likes this new angle, likes that he’s able to hold her better and his hands grip her hips, bringing her down on him and they both groan into each other's mouths as his erection rubs into her. She moves one of her hands down to his shoulder, gripping as she shimmies her hip into him, grinding down on him harder and he moans, his hands moving to undress her.
She was wearing a cream sweater, a black skirt with black tights, and he leans back into the couch as she throws the sweater over her head, discarding it on the floor as she looks back at him with hooded eyes.
Holy shit.
The bra she’s wearing is lacy, it dances along her cleavage, cups her breast. It's berry and he can see her nipples peeping out from where lace dances together in an intricate design and David sighs as he leans into her, draws a clothed breast into his mouth and begins sucking on it.
“You’re so fucking beautiful in pink.”
Nina smiles as she wraps her arms around him, enjoys the way his tongue flicks over her clothed nipple, causing it to harden and she makes a mental note to thank Bianca for the suggestion of buying this lingerie set.
David needs more of her, hands moving to her back and unclasping her bra in one swift motion. Nina is impressed and she moves easily as he pulls away from the material, watching the way her breast falls out of the shaped cups.
He pauses for a second, taking her in.
“You’re just so fucking beautiful Nina, you’re perfect. Far too perfect for me.”
He whispers it as he looks up at her, hands framing her ribs. He was complimenting her looks, but he meant so much more, every inch of who she was. She looks down at him reverently, her hands running through his hair.
“David don’t you know? I’m yours, completely. You are absolute perfection to me and I’m yours.”
That breaks him.
He doesn’t have a lot of things in life. A small apartment. A closet full of clothes. A case of old CDs. A diploma, a few certificates. His Freemason ring. Pieces of furniture.
Having Nina, Nina wanting to be his.
He loses sight of himself.
His mouth finds her left nipple, sucking it into his mouth, hands digging into her.
She was his.
He wanted to leave his mark, make sure she remembered when he was gone. Wanted others to know she was claimed for.
She moans, it's low as her head falls down, shifts to swivel her hips into him again, needs to get closer. Her fingers move to his collar, fumbling with the fabric to unbutton his shirt as his mouth stays glued to her, and she giggles when he bites a mound of her breast, his mouth laving it as he sucks it again.
“You’re going to give me a hickie.” she says lowly and he huffs, bringing her closer, sucking her harder.
“I know.”
“Everyone in rehearsals will see.”
“Good. I want them to know you’re mine.” he growls the last part, she likes this side of David as he sucks her harder. She didn’t care really, she liked being marked by him, liked that it brought out a carnal urge to claim her. When he’s satisfied with the work he's done, he moves to her other side but she stops him, her hands moving to unbutton more of his shirt.
“It's my turn.” she whispers, her mouth brushing down his skin and kissing the right side of his neck, right below the eight pointed star tattoo he sports. She was obsessed with his neck tattoo, she didn’t realize that it was a turn on for her until she had met him, and she takes her time as she sucks gingerly at his skin, teeth and tongue clashing.
David knew she had a thing for his tattoo, he doesn’t care, he likes the care she’s giving him. He’d deal with the hickie too, he was pretty sure he’d be able to cover it up with his shirt, so he allows himself to explore Nina with his hands, enjoying her mouth on his skin as she tasted him.
When she moves lower, her hands skimming down his chest and pulling at his undershirt he smiles as she looks at him,
“Let’s move this to your bedroom.”
“Let’s.” Nina agrees, shifting to move but David locks on her thighs, shaking his head.
“I got you.”
He stands easily, lifting her and she squeals as she tightens her thighs around his center, arms gripping around his neck. Nina was used to being lifted for work, dancing, she’s less used to it in her personal life but she likes it, could get used to it.
He makes its halfway down the hall before Nina’s kissing him again and he groans as he pushes her against a wall, not caring about the way his hair is disheveled by the way she runs her fingers through his strands, the way she tugged both his shirt and his undershirt before drinking him in.
“You have a half sleeve,” She notes, looking at it on his left arm. She takes in the scorpion tattoo on his left peck, a depiction of justice scales on the inner part of his right arm. “Now I know for later.” she says satisfied and he smiles as he leans into her, sucking in her left breast before pulling it away and muttering,
“You have a tattoo here,” he kisses the spot underneath her breast and she giggles as one hand moves lower, “and the last one here.” he pauses where her skirt blocks most of it.
“Will you let me see?” he asks and she nods as she leans down and kisses him.
“Yeah. You just have to get me to my bed.”
“I was working on it. I was distracted.”
“I wonder why.”
He growls at her, nips her neck and she laughs as he finishes moving her to the bedroom, her laughing growing louder when he throws her on the bed.
He moves to lay over her, hair falling into his face as he leans down to kiss her.
“Question?”
“I might have an answer.” she teases and he smiles at her as he asks,
“Do you like foreplay?”
“Who doesn’t?” Nina deadpans as she looks at him seriously and he laughs as he kisses her again, softer as he mumbles,
“That’s a good point,” he sucks her bottom lip into his mouth, biting it before whispering, “I want to go down on you so bad but only if you want.”
Nina groans, both between his love bite and his words.
“Are you kidding me right now? I love oral more than I love lobster.”
He laughs, remembering the envy she had displayed at the wedding when she found out she didn’t get to choose the expensive cuisine and gives her a soft kiss.
“Baby, I’ll give you oral whenever you want. That I can promise you.”
Nina wants to tell him the same, she loved giving as much as receiving, but David’s started to move lower, back to sucking at her skin, pawing at her body. He drinks in her scent, vanilla and rose, cocoa butter intermingled and making her soft as his hands grip her skirt, the thick band of her tights.
He pulls them down easily, moving with the materials until he's crouched on his knees at the base of her bed, pulling them fully off of her.
He smells her before he sees her, and he pulls her down closer to him so he can get a better view. She’s wearing an underwear set that matches her bra, he discards them easily and she yelps gleefully, laughing short lived as he pulls her thighs apart, looks at her.
Damn, she really was beautiful.
Nina looks up at her ceiling, tries not to get self conscious as he stares between her thighs, but isn’t used to men, any man, giving her the inspection David was. She can’t help getting more insecure, more self conscious. When she tries to close her legs he tsks, forcing them open before he presses a kiss on the delicate skin of her right thigh.
“You’re fucking beautiful Nina, let me enjoy the view.”
“David, you can enjoy the view whenever you want moving forward. I need you.”
The combination of words are the right ones, causing David to move his lips closer to her center, drinking in the muskiness of her scent. He could have her whenever he wanted and she needed him.
No god was this merciful.
When he finally licks up her center, his tongue flat against her so he can drink in the way she’s dripping around him she lets out an erotic moan. Between that and the way she tasted, David was sure he was prime to cum at any time.
Fuck, when was the last time he had sex?
Doesn’t matter, not anymore, not with the way she’s whispering out his name, needy, reverently, and he suckles around her clit, liking the way her bud feels hardening against his tongue. She exhales, she hadn’t had someone eat her out this good in years, and David is patient, takes his time as he discovers her.
When he inserts a finger into her he groans, she is tight, her walls are squeezing him and he knows he’ll have to go slow with her, just to be safe.
That and if she felt this good around his finger his cock had no chance.
He inserts a second, then a third, working her slowly, liking the way her walls fluttered around him, the way her pussy leaked as he sucked her off.
Nina’s close, he can tell by the way she moves her hips, lips whispering to go faster, slower, directing him to her pleasure zones. He’s a willing learner, he wants to know exactly how to make her come undone, and grunts satisfied when she sits up, grabbing his hair as her breath hitches.
“David I….I’m…oh fuck I’m going to cu-” she doesnt finish her words as he finds her g spot, the way its tucked just on the inside of her walls, and the soft caress of it causes her to come undone.
He groans as she cums around him, drinking in the way she tastes until she can’t take it anymore, pushing him away overwhelmed by the feeling.
He peels away from her, reluctantly, tonight wasn’t the night to build her stamina and looks up at where she’s laying down, running a hand through her hair as she musters out,
“David…there must be some flaw with you. No way you’re you and also a pussy eating god.”
He laughs, it’s loud and boisterous as he stands up, moving to undo his belt, pull his pants down. She flickers her eyes to him, watches him as he slowly unrobes, standing naked in front of him and shakes her head.
David was in good shape, she figured that by the profile of his body in clothes, but naked he was impressive, the kind of man you imagine when you’re younger but don’t really think you’ll meet in real life. Nina bites her lip as her eyes travel down his torso to his cock, standing at attention and leaking precum and she groans as her mouth salivates looking at it.
“No seriously you’re fucking hot.”
“Nina, you’re pretty sexy too.”
“You’re too perfect David, it's not real.”
He chuckles as he slowly snakes up her body, kissing her body as he moves up towards her face. He takes in the tattoo of the thistle in the middle of a celtic knot on her lower right hip, giving it a kiss before he makes it up to her face. When he gets there he places soft, tender kisses on her nose, her cheeks, her eyes, causing her to giggle as he murmurs,
“I have terrible communication skills, remember?”
“Oh that's true.” she agrees as he continues his assault on her face.
“And I don’t know how to cook.”
“That’s fair.”
“And-”
“David now is not the time for self deprecation,” Nina places a finger on his lips and he smiles. “You’re still perfect to me.”
“Good,” he kisses her neck as her hands move lower and he groans as he moves them above her head, “As much as I would love to feel your hands around my cock, I haven’t had sex in a while. I can probably go another round later, but I don’t want to cum in your hand, I’d rather cum in you.”
Nina gives an erotic moan, her hips up arching into him,
“I mean, you saw how long I lasted. I can’t even remember the last time I had sex.”
“That’s actually crazy to me. You’re so fucking sexy. Like how has anyone not claimed you as their own?”
“Maybe because the universe knew I was waiting to be yours.”
She does it again, says the right words and he leans down to kiss her, his mouth urgent as he breaths out,
“Fuck baby, I’m happy to make you mine.”
He doesn’t say the rest of what's on his mind; that he would like to claim her forever, his and no one else's, he doesn’t want to spook her, was already scaring himself.
He moves his hand down to her leg, lifts it up as his tongue kisses her softly. When he finally enters her they both groan, and David has to pull away from her mouth for a second because fuck she was tight. He exhales as he rests his forehead on her chest, taking one more breath before he slowly continues to move into her.
When he bottoms out in her he has to focus on breathing, focus on the way her hands glide through his hair, nails on his scalp because if she wasn't made for him he doesn’t know what is.
When he finally feels like he can move in her without cumming, he looks back up at her, into her eyes as he moves steadily, slowly. Nina’s not used to this, lovemaking, she’s used to fucking, not the way David was watching her as he moved inside her slowly. She cups his face, kisses him again, slower, needier, whining anytime he pulls away, moaning when he reenters her, and she knows.
She could love this man and that scares the absolute shit out of her.
David’s mesmerized by the way Nina’s eyes look at him, tender and full of care, the sounds she makes when they kiss, the way her body reacts to his touch. He moves faster now, he needs her, liking the way her nails claw down his back, scratching at him. She starts to tense up again, sobbing his name, and when she cums she curls up around him, her body shaking furiously.
David comes undone as her walls clamp around him, pillowing his hard cock and he cums with her name on his tongue, pumping into her until he has nothing left.
He falls on top of her, exhausted, emotionally and physically, and she sighs as she wraps her legs around him, drawing him close to her.
She never wanted to let him go.
He burrows himself in her, her scent, her warmth, her touch, nuzzling into her neck and placing soft kisses on her skin.
They stay like this until the heater clicks on, breaking the drowning sound of the TV from the living room, the traffic from outside.
“I need to ask you two questions.” David breaks the silence and Nina hums.
“Are you on birth control?”
Nina can’t help the way she bursts out in laughter, it's not funny what he’s asking and perfectly normal but it feels out of left field considering he just came in her. Which was probably why he was asking.
“Yes. I have an IUD. No worries of me getting pregnant."
“Okay. I probably should have asked that before I came in you, I just got carried away.” he buries himself deeper into her neck, embarrassed and she kisses his forehead, running her hands through his hair. It's thick, beautiful and she likes the way it feels between her fingers.
“You’ll put me to sleep if you keep that up.” he mumbles after a while and she gives a soft chuckle, kisses him on the forehead again.
“You could benefit from sleep.”
“Hmm maybe.”
“What was your second question?”
“Oh.” he moves up to look at her, resting his chin on her chest. The euphoria from his orgasm has left him and he realizes that he’s never been vulnerable in front of Nina. Over the phone, yes, that had become familiar but not face to face.
Nina can see the conflict in his eyes, the way he was shutting down and gently caresses his face as she whispers,
“It’s okay. You're safe with me.”
David never had anyone say those words to him. He’s never had anyone to say those words to him. He closes his eyes as he falls into her soft middle mumbling,
“Can I call you my girlfriend?”
He feels stupid, like he’s back in 10th grade crushing over a girl in his grade but he…he couldn't leave her in the morning and not know if he was hers. She was his.
He had to know.
Nina knows that David wasn't used to this, being vulnerable and caring for anyone else. He was barely that way with her. She felt honored he wanted her to be his.
The answer spoke for itself, but she knew he needed to hear it. She leads with humor, she knows it helps him take the edge off as she replies,
“I mean considering your dick is still in me I don’t think it's a matter of yes or no at this point.”
He chuckles as she tips his head back up, brushing a strand of hair out of his face.
“Yeah, you can call me your girlfriend. But only if I can call you my boyfriend.”
Her voice is tender, he feels himself being wrapped up in her safety and care as she smiles at him. He tries to fight the goofy grin that forms on his face, he really does, but he’s happy and fuck he can’t remember the last time he has felt this way.
Probably never.
“Been yours.” he kisses her, above her heart, before resting his head on her chest. She resumes running her fingers through his hair and he mutters,
“I mean it, I’ll fall asleep.”
“Then sleep David. We have all the time in the world to be together. Allow yourself to rest.”
It’s the first time David has slept for eight hours straight in years.
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