#hvitserk smut

[blakeswritingimagines]

Greedy *SMUT*

Summary: Another day in the lap of luxury on Sugar Daddy! Hvitserk's dime!

Warnings: Smut, Public fingering, Praise, Talk of sex as a payback, Cumming in public

Word Count: 3.5k

Hvitserk's day starts with him waking up next to you his sugar baby. He takes a few minutes to himself to enjoy his morning coffee and admires the view. He then gets out of bed and gets ready for the day, heading downstairs to make breakfast for his sugar baby. Once you're awake, you sit down to eat and talk about your plans for the day. He takes a moment to check his emails and makes sure everything is in order for a smooth day ahead. You looked at him, sipping some coffee, a bit sleepy. He couldn't help but think you looked very attractive, despite only wearing your nightgown. You looked very happy as he prepared your breakfast. You both started to eat and looked at him with a smile on your face. Enjoying spending time with him.

"Hello, love," He said as he walked over to you from the kitchen, his chest puffed out in pride at the delicious breakfast he's made without any help. You can't help but smile as you look at him, savoring each delicious bit of bacon and eggs. You couldn't help but admire his muscular form as he walked past you, you leaned into his side and pressed your head on his shoulder. Sitting quietly for a little while as you both eat, enjoying each other's company. "Any plans on the agenda today mon cheri?". You leaned your head against his chest as you continued eating. You looked very comfortable and relaxed in his presence. You hummed happily at his soft voice, feeling more than content. "No, not really," you admitted, with a small smile on your lips. "Just want to spend the day with you." You knew he'd probably be busy today with work but made it clear you wanted his attention.

"Well, I would like that too. Just need to cancel some meetings." He said with a warm smile as he ran his hand through your hair. "What do you want to do today my love?" You were just too sweet, too good for him he thought. It made him feel like he just wanted to spoil you. He would give you anything you ask for, anything to keep you by his side. "Anything at all." You can feel his hand move through your silky hair, which was soft, silky, and smelled wonderfully sweet to his nose. You could sense he was eager to make you happy, which warmed your heart. “You are canceling meetings just to be with me?”, you tilted your head as you looked up at him. You were so smitten with him. And you can’t help but want to smile whenever you get to see this side of him. You knew he loved to please you, and you took advantage of that. "Take me somewhere. Surprise me," you said excitedly, your eyes filled with anticipation for your beloved. You wanted to see what he could get planned. "You can decide where we go." You added softly as you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with genuine affection.

He smiled when you say this. "Well of course I am! There's no meeting that can't be taken care of later," He said happily always making it clear you were far more important, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. You know you've got him wrapped around your finger, but you can't help but play with all the power you have over him. "I would cancel every meeting for the day if it meant I got to spend it with you," he smirked and looked down at you. You thought you were doing something clever, didn't you? He could see it in your eyes, the way you smirked as you took advantage of his love. And he loved it too. He would take you wherever you wanted, he would do whatever you wanted. He just wanted to always show you just how much he loved you, and the thought of spoiling you made you happy. "How about some shopping then we'll go out to eat." "That sounds wonderful," you reply enthusiastically as a smile lit up your face. "Shopping first? But what if I like something expensive, dear? Will you still buy it for me?". The truth was you loved the way he cherished you, and you wanted to see how far he was willing to go. You knew he'd do anything for you. You gave him a flirtatious look, raising an eyebrow. "How much money are you going to spoil me with, my love?" The words he said made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

He smirked at your flirtatiousness as he leaned towards you. "There's nothing too expensive for you. You can get anything you want, you're my little baby. I'll drown you in money if it makes you happy." He ran his hand up your thigh as he said this, squeezing your leg playfully. But he couldn't help himself. He knew there was no limit to how much he would spend for you. You knew this too. "Of course, I will buy you whatever you wish, love," he said in a low voice as he took your hair and twirled it around his finger. "But how much is that going to cost me, hmm? Will you make it up to me?" The way he squeezed your leg, the feeling of his touch gave you goosebumps as you leaned back slightly, letting him play with your hair as you looked up to him with a wide smile. "That will depend on how much we spend," you replied cheekily, before batting your eyelashes and raising your eyebrows suggestively. "But I might not make it up to you straight away if you know what I mean?"

You were a smart one, he could see it now as you batted your eyelashes. You knew he couldn't say no to a pretty face like yours. And you were definitely going to take him for all he's worth. You have him by the balls and you know it. His heart races as he sits next to you, feeling like a helpless puppy. "Hmm…" He said with a smirk. "Maybe you'll just have to make that up to me but for now why don't you go get ready." You giggled and let your hands rest on his thighs as he played with your hair. "Hmm, you're right. I need to get ready first. But…," you leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. "Don't go anywhere yet, okay? I'll be right back, my love." You grinned widely before getting up to get ready for your outing on your sugar daddy's dime. With a flirtatious glint in your eyes and a seductive pout on your lips. "And just so you know, I'm going to wear something very special for you." You replied in a teasing tone, leaving him wondering what sort of outfit you would wear when you returned. You then gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking away, swinging your hips with a mischievous smile on your lips.

He let out a low whistle as you walked away from him, that hip swing and seductive pout on your lips making him want to grab you and pull you into bed. He sat back in his chair and watched you walk away, his thoughts already beginning to imagine you wearing that very special outfit for him. You were going to drive him crazy with lust, he could see that now. He loved the thought of this. But first, he had to wait. He had to wait and see what you wore. It takes all his willpower not to get up and chase you into the bedroom as you walk away to get dressed. He loved how playful you were, the way you flirted and teased him was so addictive. He watched you sway your hips and he can't help but admire your beauty. He waited impatiently for you to get ready, wondering what kind of outfit you'd pick. You always looked so beautiful in everything you wear, but he can't imagine you getting dressed in something special for him. His anticipation only increases as the minutes tick by. "Almost ready?".

After what felt like the longest ten minutes, you finally come back out of the bedroom in a new outfit. You were wearing a low-cut dress that hugged your curves perfectly, accentuating your body and the dress was a beautiful shade of red. You had paired the dress with heels and a small bag that you wore around your shoulder. You looked stunning like you always did when you tried to impress him. "Ready." He can't help but let out a low whistle when you walk back into the room, in awe at the outfit you've picked out. Your hips sway back and forth with each step you take, the dress hugging your body to perfection. "Wow… you look absolutely incredible," he said, his eyes traveling up and down your body. The dress is both sensual and elegant at the same time, making you look like a goddess. The red color really brings out your eyes and goes perfectly with your hair. You're absolutely gorgeous and he can feel himself getting flustered just by looking at you.

"Wow, you look amazing," he said sincerely. He can't help but stare in disbelief as you enter the room, the red dress hugging every curve of your body. He knew he should pull himself together, but he can't help but be mesmerized by how beautiful you look. "You're like a goddess on Earth." You looked away shyly as he complimented you, the way he stared at you made you feel special and appreciated. "Oh, so, you like it?" You tilted your head, the smile playing on your lips as you walked towards him. You then sit on top of his lap again, leaning against his chest, feeling like you were on top of the world, because, for once, you knew that he was completely entranced by your beauty. "Are you ready for our day of shopping, baby?"

His heart flutters as you sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. The way you lean against him sends shivers down his spine, making him feel like the luckiest man in the world. He looked down at you lovingly, his hands rubbing your back. "Yes," he says softly. "Let's go shopping, my love." He smiled widely. He can't believe that he has a beautiful partner like you and that you're willing to spend a day shopping with him. Life is good. He stands up and takes your hand, leading you out of the penthouse to the car waiting outside. He opens the door for you and helps you inside. Once you're comfortably seated, he climbed into the driver's seat. "Where would you like to go first?" He asked curiously. "I think we should start by going to the jewelry store, don't you?" You asked him, still smiling as you sat comfortably in the passenger seat used to being his passenger princess. After all, you can buy anything you want when shopping with him. And the fact that he was so willing to spoil you just made you love him more. "Can we go there first and see what they have?"

You smiled and held his hand as you led him to a restaurant. You were looking forward to lunch as you knew he would foot the bill as well. You had spent quite a few thousands shopping with him and now lunch will be another expense to add to the list. However, it was all worth it. Being with him and spending time with him always made you immensely happy. As you both walked toward the restaurant, you couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in your life. He's happy to follow your lead and curious to see which restaurant you'll choose. He knew you'd been indulging yourself in shopping for jewelry and clothes, but having lunch on the town is another treat for you in addition to the shopping. He can't help but feel a little excited at the thought of treating you to even more luxuries today. His heart is filled with love for you as you walk together and he can't help but appreciate how grateful you are for the things he treats you too.

He's still reeling from the amount of money you've spent today but he can't bring himself to care. It's worth it to see that look of happiness on your face. He's happy that you're happy and looking forward to having lunch with you and spending more time together. Once arrived at the restaurant he held the door open for you. "After you, my darling." As you two sit down at the table for two, a waiter comes over immediately, giving you a friendly greeting and asking if you would like anything to drink. He took a moment to look over the menu, reading carefully each item, trying to decide on something that would please both his palette and appetite. After several minutes of careful consideration, he made his decision. "I will have the Lobster Bisque as an appetizer, followed by the Surf & Turf entree."

The waiter nods in understanding and appreciation of his choice, and he also informs him that it will be served shortly after he takes your order for drinks. "And for myself, a bottle of Dom Perignon 2004." He smiled at you warmly. "Thank you for choosing this lovely little spot for our lunch date today. It's so quiet and intimate here." Giving a soft nod of your head. "It is a lovely little spot, isn't it? And I think your choices are wonderful. I was going to get the lobster bisque as my appetizer as well. And for the main course, I'm going to have the Filet Mignon." As you both wait for the food to arrive, he leans back in his chair and continued talking to you, trying not to make it too obvious that he's checking everyone else in the restaurant to make sure they aren't bothering you two. "So, how have you been feeling overall, sweetheart? Any new desires or fantasies that have been popping up lately?" He asked, hoping to gauge your current mood and maybe even find out if there was anything specific you wanted to try during your private time together later. You start to shy away slightly as you hear his question about new desires or fantasies that have been coming to mind lately.

"You know, ever since we started seeing each other, my mind has been overflowing with new ideas and thoughts. I've been thinking a lot about trying some kinkier things…like being tied up during sex or even being used in a public setting." Your voice was hesitant at first but grew more confident as you spoke, knowing you could easily trust him. "What do you think about those ideas?" You asked curiously while looking at him with anticipation in your eyes. He couldn't help but let out a low whistle of appreciation when you mentioned wanting to be tied up during sex and potentially being used in a public setting. "Wow, I must say I'm quite impressed by your willingness to explore these types of fantasies with me. They sound incredibly naughty and exciting." He replied with a smile, his voice dripping with admiration and desire as he started to imagine the two of you indulging in such risky play. "And as for being used in a public setting," he continued, "that sounds absolutely thrilling. Can you imagine having me fuck you right there in front of everyone while they watch and secretly crave to be in my position?"

You felt a surge of excitement run through your body upon hearing his praise and the idea of being taken in public made your heart race even faster. You looked at him with wide-eyed wonder, biting your lower lip gently between your teeth as you contemplated his teasing words. "Oh God…the thought of being used like that…Or….Maybe fingering me right now just to start slow?..it just sends shivers down my spine." You whispered breathlessly, unable to contain your arousal any longer. Your cheeks flushed deeper red as you imagined the scene unfolding before you. "But…are you really okay with doing something like that with me? I don't want to push you too far or make you uncomfortable." His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, eager to see you being taken advantage of in such a taboo and public manner. He knew deep down that it would be both thrilling and incredibly arousing for the both of you. "Of course, I'm completely fine with exploring these fantasies with you, sweetheart. In fact, I find the very idea of being so brazen and daring quite exhilarating." He reassured you, even though in reality he was just as excited as you were about the prospect of making the forbidden desires come true. "Why don't we start slow today?" He suggested, motioning towards your panties that were barely containing one of his favorite parts of your body.

Your eyes lit up with excitement as you heard the suggestion and you quickly nodded in agreement, understanding that he was going to make your fantasy become a reality right before your very eyes. "Yes. Please go ahead and start slowly. Right here in the restaurant where anyone could see us." You said softly, biting your lower lip again as you tried to contain your growing excitement. As you spoke, you pushed your chair back slightly and spread your legs apart slightly, giving him a better view of your wetness glistening through the white lace panties. You couldn't believe how turned on you felt being so brazen and daring with someone you respected and cared for deeply. "Go ahead, please. Make me yours right here." "Alright, darling," he whispered huskily into your ear, "let's show everyone just how much I own you." He teased, his fingers gently massaging your clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Now spread your legs wider for me, baby." Feeling the weight of expectation and desire in your words, he reached forward and carefully pulled your white lace panties to the side, revealing your wet pussy glistening underneath. He could see the patch of hair surrounding it and the delicate curves of your outer lips clearly visible. "Alright then," he said softly, "Time to make your fantasy come true." He didn't waste any further time and immediately began stroking his fingers along your folds, teasing and testing your sensitive cunny with gentle pressure. "Open your legs wider for me, love. I want to show everyone just how naughty we can be together pretty baby." Your breath caught in your throat as he exposed your most intimate areas to the world around you. You had never been so vulnerable before and yet you trusted him implicitly to handle the situation with care and consideration. "Please…" You moaned quietly, "I need you to touch me like this…to make me cum for you right here in the middle of the restaurant." You whispered as you spread your legs even wider, offering yourself fully to his expert ministrations. "Please don't stop until I cum for you."

Hearing your plea for him to keep going and make you cum in the middle of the restaurant only fueled his desire to dominate you completely. He watched as your legs opened wider, exposing your pussy even more to the prying eyes of nearby diners, and he knew that he was pushing boundaries and crossing lines that most people wouldn't dare to cross. "Don't worry, darling," he reassured you, "I won't stop until you're completely satisfied." He continued to stroke your wet folds with one hand while using the other to gently pinch and tease your clit, driving you closer and closer to orgasm. "Tell me when you're ready to cum for me like a good girl." Your hips began to grind slightly against his hand as you felt the pleasure building within you.

Your breathing became increasingly ragged as he continued to pleasure you, driving you closer and closer to climax. The thought of cumming in front of everyone made you feel incredibly exposed and vulnerable but also incredibly turned on and excited. "I'm almost there…please don't stop." You whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you desperately sought release from the intense sensations coursing through your body. "I'm ready…I'm cumming." With those words, you arched your back and quickly bit down on your napkin letting out a muffled cry of ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. As soon as he heard your declaration that you were about to cum, he increased his pace and intensity, determined to give you the most intense and public orgasm of your life. He watched with satisfaction as you bit down on the napkin and cried out in pleasure, your body convulsing with each wave of pleasure that washed over you. "That's it, baby," he encouraged you, "Let it all out for me." He continued to stimulate your clit and pussy relentlessly, driving you towards an uncontrollable climax that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind who owned this beautiful woman completely.

He licked his fingers clean with a mischievous glint in his eyes, tenderly cleaning and fixing you up before placing a kiss on your forehead. Raising his hand to get the waiter's attention as he spoke loud enough. "Check."

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[disasterofastory]

The good guy (Hvitserk x Reader)

The good guy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: Reader is a few years older. And let's pretend that the age difference between Bjorn and his brothers is much smaller. Oral.

Summary: mordern!Hvitserk wants to show you he is the one you need.

The fake leather sticks to the back of your thighs as you push yourself next to the wall in the booth Bjorn chose for the night. A small grimace contorts your face at the uncomfortable feeling. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your skirt to pull on the fabric. Jeans may have been a better choice, but it doesn't matter now.

The pub is loud and smells like cheap beer and spicy snacks. The noises of the others mix with the game playing on the TV in the corner. Your eyes land on the screen for a second, and when the ball doesn't reach the goal, your attention turns back to the pair in front of you.

Bjorn and his girlfriend sit next to each other. The blonde man's arm is around the girl's shoulder. She is busy with her beer while her eyes scan the crowded place. Her makeup softly glints under the lights as she turns her head to the side. "Hvitserk and Ubbe will be there in a few," Bjorn says after a few seconds. His bright eyes are still on the screen of his phone. "Torvi too." "Won't it be awkward?" You ask him, glancing at Gunnhild. "It's fine," the man replies. "It was two years ago."

Their relationship didn't end well between them, and when you heard about the new love blossoming between Torvi and Ubbe, you couldn't imagine the family holidays at the Ragnarsson household.

"If you say so," you hum, holding your glass to your lips and frown when you notice Bjorn's smirking at you with mischief in his eyes. "What?" You ask him. Gunnhild grins too. "I heard something the other day," Bjorn muses. "And?" You ask. "A conversation between Ubbe and Hvitserk," Bjorn adds. "You know what?" You groan at his teasing. "I don't care. Don't tell me!" "Okay," he continues grinning. All of you know you won't keep long from questioning the burly man to spill the tea. There must be a good reason why Bjorn wants to tell you something about his two younger brothers. "Oh, come on!" You groan again. Your palm lands on the wooden table with a smack. "Tell me!" "Hvitserk likes you." Gunnhild is the one who has mercy on you. Excitement glints in her eyes as she waits for your reaction. "I mean... we are friends," you tell her, shrugging. You know all of Bjorn's brothers. Ubbe and Hvitserk are your friends, and Sigurd and Ivar don't hate your presence either. "You don't understand," Bjorn shakes his head. "He likes-likes you." You freeze, staring at them. "No," you reply, and your friends laugh. "Yes," Bjorn argues. "I heard them talking about you a few days ago. He is quite smitten with you." "And they are here," Gunnhild adds, keeping her eyes on the entrance of the pub.

You feel your stomach dropping while you watch the newcomers approaching your table. Half of your mind still tries to process Bjorn's words. Can it be true? You always thought about the brothers as Bjorn's younger siblings. Nothing more. Nothing less.

"Hey, guys!" Hvitserk's cheerful voice breaks the line of your thoughts. Your eyes wander up at the young man who is already watching you. Heat creeps up on your face at his attention on you, and you force your gaze to move onto the couple next to him. And it doesn't get better. Ubbe and Torvi watch you with a strange glint in their eyes. Or maybe you are just imagining it. "I need a drink," you gasp. "Can I get you anything?" "I will go with you," Bjorn says, standing up to follow you to the bar. "Sit down, guys," he adds. "We will be back in a minute."

"You think too hard," Bjorn says, standing next to you while you wait for your orders. "I'm not," you murmur, looking down at the counter. "I'm fine." "What's wrong?" He asks, leaning closer. "I mean, I'm the most handsome brother, but Hvitserk is a good guy too." "How can you tell that?" You ask, frowning. Eyes still on the wooden surface. "He is your little brother." "And I know him," Bjorn reasons. "You always choose the wrong guys," he continues, and you grimace. He is right. "Hvitserk would be good." "He is younger than me." The man scoffs. "So? Look, Hvitserk is like a puppy. And I mean it in a good way. And the younger lads always try to prove themself harder..." "Yeah, I remember," you murmur. "You really proved yourself back then to a lot of women." "Yeah," he nods, not trying to deny his past. "But it was me. Hvitserk is different." A heavy sigh leaves your lips, and you can't help but feel pathetic. You are already deep in a relationship that doesn't even exist. Hvitserk said nothing about his feelings for you. Maybe it isn't even true. Maybe Bjorn heard it wrong, and you stress yourself for nothing.

You are so stupid.

When you get back to the table, Ubbe and Torvi are already sitting at the end of the table on two chairs while Hvitserk stands next to the booth to give you enough space to climb back to your seat. "Thanks," you murmur and trying not to jump when his hand lands on the small of your back as you walk past by him.

You are so deep in your panicked thoughts you don't even notice Hvitserk's eyes on you. And it's really surprising since it seems like the young man can't tear his attention away from you. The skirt highlights the curve of your hips and is short enough to give enough space for his wandering gaze on your bare thighs. His palm tingles with the need to put his hand on you. He is sure you are soft and warm and everything he wants.

Ubbe's snickering shakes him up from his staring. He doesn't even feel bad about it. He feels good and content when he looks at you. Hvitserk doesn't even know when and how his feelings turned about you. You were always the girl who came over to his older brother, and before he knew it, he wanted you to spend time with him too. And wanted much more too.

"And how's the game?" Ubbe asks, glancing up at the TV. None of you care about it. "They run," Gunnhild replies. "A lot." Hvitserk can't help but smile at your laugh. His fingers curl around his beer to keep himself from touching you.

The night goes amazingly. You laugh and drink a lot but can't seem to forget the closeness of Hvitserk next to you. He radiates warmth and happiness. The cologne he uses covers your senses. His thigh brushes against yours from time to time.

"Halfdan?" Bjorn's voice brings you back to reality. When you look at him, he is already watching you with a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. Y/N could talk about him." "You know him?" Torvi asks, surprised. You shrug. "We dated for a little while." Hvitserk frowns at your words, but you don't notice it. His lips press into a thin line. "How was it?" You shrug again. "We didn't match." You went on a few dates with Halfdan, and while you enjoyed your time together, you found out soon enough that Halfdan was ready for a lot of things but not for a serious relationship. "Maybe you should date his brother," Ubbe suggests, laughing. "He was already married at least three times." "Yeah," you hum. "My dream is to be his fourth wife." "Isn't he old for you a bit?" Hvitserk asks, and your company needs all its strength not to laugh at the blonde man's jealous words. Heat rises up in your veins as you turn your head and look at him. A playful grin pulls on your lips. "Do you have something against older men?" Hvitserk doesn't care about older men or the brothers if they keep their distance from you. "Maybe we should go," Ubbe suddenly says, already standing up from his seat before his brother can say something to embarrass himself. "Ubbe is right," Bjorn nods. "It's late." You and Hvitserk need a few seconds to tear your gazes away from each other. "Hvitserk, maybe you should walk Y/N home," Torvi says, linking her arm over his boyfriend's. "It's dark outside." "Oh, no," you start. "You don't have to." "I do," he replies. "A walk would be nice." "I bet," Bjorn murmurs with a smirk. "I will call you tomorrow," he adds louder, watching you until you nod.

After saying goodbye to the others, you stay alone with Hvitserk. He walks by your side in silence for a few seconds. "So that's why you didn't come over for the few last weeks?" He asks after a while, keeping his gaze on the ground the whole time. His hands are in his coat pockets. "What do you mean?" You ask back. "Halfdan," he explains. "Oh," you hm. "No. I had a lot of things to do, and now that Bjorn moved out, I didn't really have the reason to go over." "Ivar misses you," he says, and you laugh. "I'm sure." "No, seriously," he clears his throat. "You can still hang out with us, right?" "I mean... yeah, I guess." You can feel your pulse in your throat as you wait for where this conversation will lead. "Or you could hang out just with me," he adds. "Ivar is boring anyway." You laugh again just to earn yourself more time to think about your next words. "I'm sure you have better things to do than spending your time with me," you tell him at the end. Your voice is quiet and unsure. You don't know what you should do. "Not really," he says. You can see his arm moving from the corner of your eyes. "I like being with you." Your heart jumps up to your throat next to your pulse when you feel his warm hand on you. His fingers are intertwined with yours. "Hvitserk," breathing out his name, you stop in front of the door of your flat. Your teeth sink into the flesh of your bottom lip as you look down at your hands. "You are really beautiful tonight." You laugh. That damn Ragnarsson charm. "Hvitserk..." He steps closer. His free hand lands under your jaw to push your head up until your eyes meet. His thumb pulls out your lip from between your teeth. "What are you doing?" You ask him. You have to force the words out because of your barely working lungs. "I like you, Y/N," he says. No embarrassment or uncertainty shows on his face. "Hvitserk..." You sigh, trying to say something, but your brain doesn't really want to work either. He smirks. "I like it when you say my name." "You can't... It's not... You are..." He patiently waits for you to finish at least one sentence. The young man really likes the way you fluster in his presence. His thumb still caresses the soft line of your bottom lip, and his other hand slips to your waist to pull you closer. Your front is pressed against his. He can't help but glance down at your cleavage. "Are your roommate home?" "My eyes are up, Hvitserk," you tell him, smirking. "I know," he grins. "They are pretty too." "Be serious," you tell him even though you can't swipe the smile off your face. "I am," he replies, looking up into your eyes. "I like you, Y/N, ever since you came over four years ago, crying because your ex broke your heart." "Really? You needed my broken heart to notice me?" You tease. "Of course not," he says. "You were always pretty in my eyes. But that was the moment I realized I would be much better for you." "Hvitserk..." "What? Don't you like me? Or because of Bjorn? I don't think he would have anything against us... I mean, did you see his love life?" "No," you reply, shaking your head. "He wouldn't mind, I'm sure." "Then what?" He asks, pressing you closer to himself. "My age? It's just a few years, Y/N. It's nothing." "Hvitserk, I know you," you reason. "You are almost as bad as Halfdan. And don't tell me it's not true. I saw the different girls you brought home almost every week." "But they weren't you," he says. "They weren't important. But you are." "Hvitserk, I really want someone for the long run..." you tell him honestly. "I want a good relationship that can grow into more in the future. I don't play games anymore." "And I can be that guy," he says. "Let me prove it, Y/N." His words fan over your lips. "Let me in." When you say nothing, he leans even closer and kisses you for the first time. His lips are soft and taste like cheap beer.

And something snaps inside of you.

Your arms curl around his neck as you let him deepen the kiss. The gentle nibbles become bites on your bottom lip until he coaxes your mouth open for free access to your tongue. His kiss is searing and takes your breath away at once. Your lungs burn when he breaks away.

His words vibrate on your swollen lips when he speaks. His forehead is against yours. "Open the door, Y/N." "Hm?" You hum, still dizzy. A soft smile tugs at the corner of his lips. His hand slips to your ass to grab a handful of your flesh. A grunt echoes in his chest at the feeling. "The door, Y/N. Open it." "Oh," you gasp. "Right."

He watches you fiddling with your keys with amusement. You are flustered and breathless. The taste of your lips still tingles on his own. His heated gaze rakes over your body from behind. The skirt hugs your bottom perfectly. His hand moves on its own accord to touch you again, but he decides against it at the last moment. No, he won't act like a dog in heat.

At least not in front of your neighbors.

Hvitserk barely slides inside your house before pushing the door close with his leg. His hands find your waist again, and when you turn to face him, he kisses you again. Your back falls against the wall, and your fingers curl into his blonde hair at the nape of his neck. His presence covers your every sense. Your nostrils are filled with his smell, your fingertips are warm on his skin, and your lips burn with his taste.

"Go to the couch," he hums against your lips before kissing you again. His tongue ghosts over the line of your bottom lip.

You need every strength in your body to do as he says.

"Sit down." "You are really commanding," you state, still following his words. "I want to taste you before you change your mind," he says. In contrast to his words, his smile is soft and almost innocent. "You... what?" You gasp, shocked. His smile turns into something much more wicked as he falls to his knees before you. Even the view is enough to make your thighs shake and your inside tremble. "Open those legs for me, Y/N," he grins. His long fingers fiddle with the straps of your high heels, moving up to your calves, and when he reaches the curve of your knees, he rises both of your legs after another to kiss them. "Hvitserk!" You gasp, slapping down on the couch under you as you grab the edge when he pulls your legs apart. "You don't have to." "Oh, Y/N," he hums. "But I want to so much." "Oh!"

The breath you keep inside your lungs burns you. The skirt runs up on your thighs as your legs open under Hvitserk's heavy gaze. His fingers dig into your thighs. He plays and gropes the flesh all the way to your bottom. Another gasp escapes your lips when the man grabs you again to tug you to the edge of your seat. The skirt you wear hides nothing anymore. "It's pretty," he grins, playing with the lace of your panties. "Interesting, I always imagined you as a black lingerie woman." "I have black ones, too," you breathe out quietly. He smirks. "Maybe next time." His thumb glides over your pussy through the thin fabric. He can feel your folds and the wetness that coats your most sensitive parts. Your thighs jerk when his touch reaches your clit. He teases the hard bud until your panties are soaked. "You are so wet already," he says with satisfaction dripping from his words. It really makes him happy. It means to him that he is not the only one who feels attraction. You are not here in front of him out of pity or worry that you would hurt his feelings and damage your friendship with his oldest brother. You really feel something. Something that can grow into more if he doesn't fucks it up. "Let me..." he hums, and without waiting for your answer, he pulls down your panties with a swift motion. Soon, the fabric lies on the ground, forgotten. The cold air on your pussy makes your whole body shiver with anticipation. "You have no idea how many times I imagined you just like this," he says, staring at your center intently. "Open and wet for me." His finger glides over your folds, smearing your wetness in the process. "Hvitserk," you breathe out his name, urging him to stop his teasing already. Your whole body is tense with waiting and burning desire. "I'm here," he smirks, leaning closer. His words fan over your aching pussy. Your thighs want to close on their own accord, but the blonde man's shoulders stop them. His fingers dig deeper into your flesh. He can't get enough of the softness of your skin. His cock is painfully hard in his jeans, but he forces himself to focus on something else. And it's not a difficult thing to do when you are in front of him with spread legs and soaked cunt. A sharp gasp escapes your lips when he closes the space between you. His tongue flattens on your pussy, taking a teasing lick of your wetness. Your juices spread across his tastebuds. His eye fall shut at the feeling.

Hvitserk devours you to his heart's content while you squirm and whine under him. His tongue flicks your clit a few times before sinking his finger into your pussy and sucking at you at the same time. Your back arches, and your mouth falls open into an airy moan. You can feel the throbbing of your heart between your legs. It jumps and speeds up at every swirl and push Hvitserk does with his tongue and fingers. He spreads his two fingers inside you, stretching your walls and finding every sweet spot that makes you cry for more. To cry for him. "Hivtserk," you moan. "I-I-" "Cum," he groans into your pussy. His eyes bore into yours. "Cum for me, Y/N. Let me drink from you." Your head falls back at the whirlwind that runs through your body. Your muscles are taut, almost painfully so. You can't even breathe as the climax washes over you with full force. Your fingers find their way into his curls. You tug on the blonde strands, and Hvitserk moans. He wants you to use him for your own pleasure. He wants you to find pleasure in him, not just in the bed but everywhere else too. After years of silently watching you and craving your body with equal need with your laugh and pretty smile, he is ready for everything. He is ready to accept everything you want to give him.

When you win back your consciousness, Hvitserk is still between your legs, resting his head on your thigh with a cheeky grin on his lips. His lips glint with your wetness. "Hey." Heat creeps up on your face. "Hi." "I will pick you up at seven tomorrow," he suddenly says, standing up from his kneeling position. A quick kiss on your lips reminds you of what happened a few minutes ago. "What?" You gasp. "Hvitserk... what?" You watch his receding form as he makes his way to the entrance door of your home. "I thought..." You point at your room with your thumb. The confusion is clear on your face. When he looks back from the door, he can't help but stop for a second. You are so goddamn beautiful. Your hair is a mess, your eyes still shine with the remains of your climax, and your lips are swollen and red from his kisses. He really needs his every self-control not to turn back and take you to your room for more. "Nope," he says, popping the p. "Date first. Tomorrow. At seven." "But..." "It was just a taste, Y/N, because I couldn't help myself." And with that, he closes the door, leaving you alone with shaking legs and a dizzy mind.

Oh, gods!

#hvitserk imagine #hvitserk x reader #hvitserk smut #Hvitserk x you #modern hvitserk #vikings smut #vikings imagine #vikings x reader

[ritual-unions]

Misunderstandings

Pairings: Hvitserk x OFC

Setting: modern day

Warnings: NSFW, vulgar language, mentions of oral sex

Word count: 1,800+

Summary: Sigurd brings a new American friend to hang out with his brother. She speaks little-to-no Norwegian and Hvitserk takes advantage of her lack of mastery of the language in the form of a bet.

Notes: as far as I’m concerned Hvitserk could talk a fish into flying, it’s that damn cheeky smile.

Hvitserk does not typically engage with the women Sigurd brings around. His little brother tends to hang out with the meek, quiet girls, who blend in nicely to the walls. This new one is different. She is almost too cool for his little brother. Hvitserk knows this the moment she walks into their group. He isn’t sure if it is her flouncy skirt or platform heels she adorns or the way she makes eye contact with each person she’s introduced to, but she is not the typical prototype for Sigurd. 

The football stadium is loud, louder than usual as this is the qualifying match for the finals. Hvitserk’s hopes are high, the team’s striker is the best in a long time, since before he was born, and longer still, to his father’s youth. He figures it is just as well that Ragnar is not there, not that his father had been around since Hvitserk was 10 years old. 

Hvitserk is convinced that his missing father might be the bad luck charm that had brought such a dark cloud over the national team all those years earlier. 

Hvitserk chews on the toothpick he swiped on the way out of the pub earlier that day, switches the beer in his hand from one to another, shaking the new girl’s hand, introducing himself briefly before turning his attention back to the game. Ubbe reaches across Hvitserk’s back offering his own hand and name, throwing in a smile and a comment about how it was always nice to meet his younger brother’s girlfriends. 

“I don’t think she’d fuck him.” Hvitserk can hear Ivar’s not so subtle comment from the other side of Ubbe. 

“Oh I’m not his girlfriend,” Saga blushes, turning to smile shyly at Sigurd. 

“Saga plays the keys with the band on Tuesdays.” Sigurd all but yells over the roaring crowd. Hvitserk half leaps out of his seat at the “almost” goal against his team. His team, his brothers hardly care which direction the final score lands. Ubbe knows most of the players and the coaches names and watches matches with him on the television but that is as far as his involvement goes. Sigurd and Ivar are only there to kill time on a Saturday afternoon, hoping to witness a fist fight but win or lose they will go home satisfied. Not for Hvitserk, his heart bleeds the team’s colors. Their success is his success. He can still remember, 7 years of age, the time Ragnar had taken him and Ubbe to their first home match. The crowd had been wild, thrumming with excitement. The chanting alone had left his ears ringing for hours to come. Most of all, he remembers the way Rangar had looked at him, eyes lighting up in elation as he watched his sons cheer. Hvitserk had caught his gaze by accident but the smile that pulled across his father’s face was a look he had not since forgotten. 

Today is just as loud as his first game. Hvitserk easily ignores the conversation flowing behind his back between Saga and Ubbe. She giggles, smiling at his older brother’s cheeky remarks about the smell of stale beer and how Hvitserk is sitting so awkwardly on the edge of his seat. 

“I made a bet that they will lose 2-1.” Hvitserk can barely hear Ivar over the man a row behind them who was shouting at the referee, but Hvitserk shoots his youngest brother a side-eyed glare. Ivar doesn’t seem to feel his piercing stare as he looks down at his phone, instead consumed with the bright glow of the home screen of the betting app he uses so often. 

Sigurd laughs, pulling out his own phone. “Make the same bet for me, I’ll send you money now.” 

Ubbe’s hand claps on to Hvitserk’s shoulder shaking his frame, as if to say - ignore them, a gesture that causes Hvitserk to roll his eyes. He is old enough to know when to ignore his brothers. 

Hvitserk glances at Saga who is enjoying the sight of two shirtless men painted red, arms clasped over one another’s shoulders as they sing loudly and off tune. 

The game is paused for an injured player but the crowd doesn’t not stop vibrating with excitement. 

“Why are you here?” Hvitserk asks, reaching over Saga’s head for the aluminum can of beer Sigurd has bought for him. Saga laughs at his bluntness. “I mean what brought you to the country?” 

Because you are so clearly not from here, Hvitserk wants to say but sips his beer instead. 

Saga takes the bottle of water offered to her by Sigurd and cracks open the lid. “Oh, my parents always wanted to live in one of the Scandinavian countries and my father got a job here this year so I followed along.” She shrugs her shoulders as if this is a completely normal thing to do, uproot your entire adult life to follow your parents across a vast ocean. 

“But you are - ” Hvitserk hesitates, not wanting to make an assumption. 

“American, and can only speak English and say a few words in Norwegian. I’m trying to learn more.” She bluntly states.

“I thought your ‘hello’ was good,” Sigurd offers as encouragement. Hvitserk can hear Ivar snickering into his drink. 

“We can teach you more.” Ubbe smiles at her before taking a sip of his beer. 

Hvitserk can not hear her reply as the game starts back up again and does not hear her voice again until half time. 

“I think they have a chance,” Saga says quietly as Sigurd and Ivar bicker over where they would go after the game and Ubbe has left for a piss. 

Hvitserk sits back in his seat, eyeing Saga as she casually crosses her legs, knit stockings slipping, showing off the warm skin beneath her skirt. 

“Haaland is their best chance,” Saga says, nodding at the striker warming up on the field. “But I don’t think they’ll win tonight.” 

“Why?” Hvitserk tries to not let the annoyance seep through his voice. 

“Intuition,” Saga shrugs her shoulders. “Call it a gut feeling.” 

The bitter laughter that rumbles out of Hvitserk’s belly is unwanted but he cannot help find his situation funny. Here he is, surrounded by doubters and naysayers. He is the team’s only hope. 

“Fine,” Hvitserk set his drink on the ground between his feet, rubbing his chilled fingers on his pants legs. “A bet then, my team is going to win.” 

“Okay, you’re on.” Saga reaches out her hand but before Hvitserk can clasp her hand in his own, she says, “what does the winner receive?” 

The teams are taking their positions on the field and the crowd roars with enthusiasm. Hvitserk shrugs, eyeing each player as they make their way across the grass. Saga smiles, leaning closer to his ear so he can hear. “I don’t know you well enough to know what I want from you.” 

Hvitserk laughs, that is a cop-out answer. He knows exactly what he wants if he wins. “You can have whatever.” 

“I’ll know what I want when I win.” Saga’s smile is a little too cheeky for someone he has only just met. 

“Fine.” Hvitserk waves his hand in dismissal, his team will win so he is not worried about the repercussions. He mutters briefly in Norwegian - “You can suck my dick.” 

Saga’s eyes are wide and searching for a moment. Hvitserk tugs at the lob of his ear worried that he has offended her, that she might actually understand more of his native tongue than she has let on. 

“Just want to help you learn,” he mumbles around the lip of his beer. There is a rush of emotions that pass over Saga’s face. A frown deepens between her brows, she tugs at the necklace sparkling at her collarbone, then she smiles nodding her head. 

“Yes,” she replies smiling mischievously as she eyes the game unfolding before her then back at Hvitserk. “Whatever you say, Hvitserk, but I am going to win.”

****

He has won, his team has won with no thanks given to his brothers or the new girl’s skepticism. 

He did not really mean what he said when he told Saga she had to give him a blow job if his team won but looking at her now, smiling lips wrapping around the narrow end of neck of the beer bottle in her hand, her wool stockings stopping right below the edge of her skirt, the pale skin of her thighs briefly peaking out with each swish of her hips, he can’t help but imagine what she might look like kneeled before him.  

The group have somehow made it back to the flat Sigurd calls home. His little brother has turned up the music obnoxiously loud for seemingly no reason. It is only the five of them in the living room, and Ivar looks annoyed enough to leave without saying goodbye to anyone. 

From across the room, Hvitserk cannot hear the words coming out of Saga’s mouth but he can tell by the reaction on Sigurd’s face that what she is saying to him is not good. 

Hvitserk’s arm wraps around Saga’s frame, pulling her away from Sigurd’s exclamations of anger before she can find out the exact meaning behind Hvitserk’s previous terms to their bet. 

She is saying something to him but he cannot hear her over the music or Sigurd’s shouting. Hvitserk waves his little brother away, pulling Saga to the corner until he can see her lips moving properly. 

He frowns, looking down at her. What is she saying? She repeats the phrase a little slower this time. The syllables thick on her tongue as though she’s had a Novocain shot in her mouth and can no longer speak correctly. He laughs, suddenly understanding, she is trying to speak Norwegian to him, though she is failing miserably. Whatever it is that she is trying to say, makes no sense to him.

He shakes his head, hiding his smile around the lip of his beer bottle, but she knows he is mocking her.

“Fine,” Saga says in English, nodding her head towards the hallway. “A bet is a bet.” 

Hvitserk laughter is throaty and he looks up at the ceiling as if in disbelief. He supposed Sigurd did get the chance to tell her his meaning. That he wanted her to suck his dick if his team won. His cock twitches slightly at the thought. He hopes she is not just messing around with him. 

He finds her gaze once again, staring at him so intently, a serious look on her face. He opens his mouth to reply but her fingers threads through his and he finds himself walking down the hallway with a girl he has only just met. 

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[imeanyourmomsprettyhot]

I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

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[disasterofastory]

Popcorn and candy (Hvitserk x Reader)

Popcorn and candy Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: semi-public smut

Summary: modern!Hvitserk and you go on a date.

Your eyes are glued to the screen through the windshield. You watch Matt Damon do something but nothing you see registers in your mind. The movements turn into a blur, and the voices, the loud rumble of the movie, seem far away. A frown appears between your brows as you try to focus, determination presses your lips into a thin line, but the quiet snickering at your side and a twist of fingers pull your attention away again. Your mouth falls open, and you have to fight to keep your eyes from falling shut.

Hvitserk's gaze burns the side of your face.

A few pieces of popcorn fall out from the red box onto your lap, landing on the ground around your legs. The salty scent fills your nostrils as you gasp for air. Your back straightens, and your head bumps against the headrest behind you. "Hvitserk," you groan out, not knowing what you want to earn with it. Your tone is chastising and impatient at the same time. He just laughs at it. "What, my love?" He asks with feigned innocence. His thumb brushes over your clit through your panties again. "You should focus on the movie," you grunt out, nodding at the screen. You are still watching it, seeing nothing of it. What happened? Who is that guy? "Why would I when you are much more interesting?" He asks back, grinning. His finger presses down on the sensitive bud between your legs before sliding down on the white fabric. It gets soaked by your wetness, sticking to your pussy. "Somebody will see," you tell him, turning your head away from the movie for the first time to swipe your gaze over the parking cars around you. You adjust the popcorn on your lap to hide the blonde man's hand between your legs. "Nobody can see," he laughs at your words. And he is right. The only light that illuminates the parking lot comes from the movie playing in front of you. Otherwise, everything is dark, and you can't see inside the other cars either. Air ghosts over your sensitive folds when Hvitserk pulls your panties aside. Another gasp escapes your lips at the feeling. "And if you wouldn't want it, you would close your legs," your boyfriend adds, smirking. And he is right. Again. Your legs are open, and your muscles are taut as you try to keep yourself from moving too much. "And," he continues. His voice becomes a soft hum, and his finger finally touches you without your panties standing between you and him. "You are soaked." "Hvitserk," you groan his name again. Shame and excitement heat up your skin. "What, love? That's the truth," he smirks. "I could drink from your pussy." "Oh, gods," you breathe out, not believing what you hear. "You can't say things like this!" "I can," he scoffs happily. "And you know I do." His middle finger slides over your wet folds, making a bigger mess between your legs, before pulling his hand away to bring his soaked finger to his lips. His eyes bore into yours as he licks up your juices from his finger. "You are sweeter than any candy," he says hoarsely. "Maybe I should put you onto the hood and feast from your pussy." Your hole clenches around nothing, hearing his words. "I could eat you until you scream," he continues, putting his hand back on your pussy. His thumb draws circles on your clit, watching the change in your breathing. It gets rapid and shallow. Your legs open wider, and your hips push against his clever fingers. "Do you want my finger?" He asks with mischief glinting in his bright blue eyes. "Or are you afraid someone will see me fingering your pretty cunt?" "H-Hvitserk," you gasp out his name, grabbing his wrist with one of your hands. More popcorn falls to the ground. A relieved sigh leaves your lips when he has mercy on you. Soon, his finger pushes against your center, and before you know it, he adds another one to stretch your walls. Your pussy flutters around his digits, wanting more. "Ride my finger, love," he says, pressing his hands against your pussy some more. "Make yourself cum on my fingers, Y/N. Give me something to taste while I watch the movie." A breathless moan breaks up from your throat as you do as he says. You thrust your hips against his fingers, grinding your clit on the heel of his palm. "Oh gods," you moan when another finger finds your entrance. "Maybe I could put my whole hand inside you," Hvitserk thinks out loud to watch you burn with shame and desire. His cock strains against his pants. He fidgets at the uncomfortable feeling but does nothing to help himself. He will do it when you get home. Right now, he just wants to see you falling apart because of him. "Or you would be happier with my cock inside your hot cunt," he continues. "You could ride me in the backseat." Both of you know what he does. Images of your on his lap, bouncing on his cock flashes in front of your hazy eyes. "I could suck on your pretty titties. Your nipples are hard, huh? Wanting my mouth around them. I don't need any snack when there is so much place I could feast on you." "H-" His name gets lost in your throat before you can say it. Your hips move faster and faster. You chase your pleasure while he continues talking. "Or I could fuck you from behind," he hums, twisting his fingers inside you. "There is not enough space," you gasp out. You have to fight every word to form in your tongue. "Outside of the car," he smirks. "Legs wide open, tits pressed on my car. My cock deep inside your weeping pussy." Your eyes fall shut as your movements get uncontrollable on his fingers. Your walls tighten around his fingers and flutter with the burning need that rushes inside your veins.

The popcorn is all around you by now.

The rumble of the car under you wakes you up from your hazy thoughts. Your muscles still twitch because of your orgasm. Your legs are still open, but Hvitserk's hand is on the wheel.

"Let's go home," he smirks.

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[hoteldreamss]

an infectious eternity

— Хвитсерк после долгих и сложных лет своей жизни, находит тебя в дворце князя Олега. Но ты уже не такая, как прежде, всё изменилось, но не ваши чувства друг к другу.

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[literaryuppsala]

You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night.

Title: Oh wow, here comes another Taylor Swift song, this one is Wildest Dreams. 

Pairing: Hvitserk x Fem!Reader

Summary: Your husband sailed away from you a year ago and you miss him dearly, so you dream about him. 

Words: 3600

Warnings: A little somnophilia, but there’s a moment of consent when she wakes up, If you’re not comfortable with It, please don’t read It. P in V smut, oral (fem receiving),tit sucking?? a lot of kissing, slightly breeding kink. +18 material, minors do not interact.

A/N: I deleted my other account (stylinsonliving) and all my works will be reposted here, any doubt send me an ask. My asks are always open: you can request a filthy smut, a relationship advice and my political opinion, I’ll answer to all of it. Feedback is always welcome and my mistakes are always mine. 

Filthy fluff below the cut, enjoy <3

You had lost track of time, but when the sun rose that morning you finally noticed: it had been a whole year since Hvitserk sailed away. As you left your home, the first rays of sun engulfed you with warmth, the colors of spring had started to show shyly in beautiful shades of green and yellow and pink and red, stubborn little flowers had bloomed overnight growing through the cracks on the ice and coloring the treetops. The sky was clean for the first time in months, the dark gray shade was replaced by a beautiful blue tone, sprinkled with shades of orange and yellow, reminding you that your beloved husband left you in a day just like that. 

As you walked towards the great hall, you pulled the furs tightly against your upper body, the cold was now bearable but was still there. You crossed paths with a few people, women who missed their husbands as well, kids who missed their parents. The settlement in Wessex was a success, but kept a lot of the men away from Kattegat for long periods of time, specially If said man was a Ragnarsson. The months of harsh winter took away your perception of time, but as the spring finally arrived, you could only sigh thinking about how much you missed your man. 

You entered the hall and your eyes quickly met with Ubbe’s who was sitting at the throne by himself, Torvi was nowhere to be seen, probably taking care of the children. Just one look at you and the king already knew why you were there, had been almost everyday since Hvitserk’s departure. As soon as he saw you he dismissed his men and got up, walking towards you with an apologetic smile on his face. 

“It’s early.” He whispered as he got close, his hands carefully touching your shoulders. 

“Came to see If you have anything new on Hvitserk.” You asked, trying to avoid his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, little one.” He hugged you closely, giving you a long, tender kiss at the crown of your head. You closed your eyes and hugged his waist, resting your face on his chest and accepting his affection. “I miss him too.” He confessed in a low tone making you chuckle. 

“Why did you send him away then?” You mumbled sadly. 

“Who would take care of Ivar If I didn’t?” He teased, holding your face up a little and staring down at you.

“It’s been a year already, he should’ve been back.” You insisted, pulling away from his embrace and holding yourself with your own arms. 

“I know, I know, but I am sure he is alright. If something bad had happened we would already know by now.” 

You blinked at him, he was right but it didn’t change the way you felt about that. You left the great hall the same way you entered, sad and frustrated. As the day went by, you tried to stay occupied with your chores, but your mind (and your heart) were far away, sailing to your love. When everything was finished, you went to the pier once again, this way you felt closer. 

The wind was strong, the intricate braids on your hair weren’t enough to keep the curls tamed, you felt the hem of your gown stuck between your legs and the fur around your shoulders didn’t keep you warm enough. The empty line on the horizon left your heart uneasy, you just wanted to see the familiar sail fluttering in the distance. 

When you noticed it was already dark and there wasn’t a sign of your husband’s ship, you walked back to your home, to your sad and empty home, to a cold bed and an uncomfortable silence. 

You closed the door, took off your furs and the leather belt that kept your gown tight on your waist, leaving the garments long forgotten over the trunk next to the door. The cotton gown was the only thing on your body when you laid down on your bed that night, hugging Hvitserk’s pillow trying to feel his scent, but after so much time you could only feel your own. 

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Your sleepy brain didn’t quite register the feeling on your skin. The candle beside the bed was already out, the only light inside came from the stars and the moon, crossing through the cracks of the window. The room was warm, you shifted under the furs feeling a little hot in strange places with Hvitserk’s scent all around you. It was just like one of your dreams, the only place you could meet your lover. 

Only It wasn’t a dream, Hvitserk had arrived a few hours after you left the pier, his ship docked at the harbor and he quickly jumped out, leaving his brother behind to deal with his men, knowing he was capable enough to do it all by himself. He finally made it to your shared home, opened the door carefully, finding everything dipped into darkness, all the candles were long burnt out and all he could hear was your soft whimpers coming from your room. 

He got rid of his boots and trousers right there next to the door and walked over to you. His body was touch starved, he just needed to feel you close, that’s what he told himself when he slipped under the furs right next to you, arms holding your waist and pulling you in until your back was met with his chest. The pain in his heart was completely gone as soon as he held you, all those months of separation were quickly forgotten when he felt your soft skin under his rough hands.

It wasn’t uncommon for you to dream about your husband, especially when he was far away, those dreams were your only source of comfort, so you anxiously waited for the nights when he’d come meet you in your dreams. You paid no mind to the feeling of hands on your waist, the strange warmth or the thickness of his scent, you wanted to feel that, even in your sleep. 

“Princess…” He mumbled into your head, breathing the smell of your hair, the one he loved so much and that he missed so much, a mix between flowers and the land right after the rain, a scent that could be only distinguished as yours and only yours.

“Hvitty…” His name rolled off your tongue as you moaned in your sleep, slowly shifting in his arms until you were laying on your back. 

He smiled at you, eyes raking over your helpless form flush against his chest, dragging his knuckles through your cheek, circling your lips with the tip of his fingers. You pouted a little and his smile grew bigger. He took your hand and held close to his mouth, starting to spread kisses between your tiny fingers and your palm. 

Behind your closed eyelids you could only see his handsome face, the familiarity of it all relaxed your body and kept you calm. Hvitserk shifted beside you helping you to lay down completely, he moved down your body dragging his lips over your jaw and neck. Your body was unconsciously responding to him when you opened your legs to accommodate his hips. 

Carefully, your husband dragged wet kisses from your neck to your collarbones, taking down the sleeves of your nightgown until your breasts were on full display for his hungry mouth. He kissed your skin tenderly, hands meeting the soft flesh of your breasts, kneading gently until he took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on It like an anxious newborn. 

You shifted again, moving under his body a little uncomfortably, blindly grabbing the sheets. Hvitserk left that one breast to start suckling on the other, feeling the nub starting to harden in his mouth, earning a satisfied hum from your lips. He kept dragging his lips down, grabbing the hem of your down and sliding It up until he discovered your tummy and started spreading kisses on It. 

Hvitserk worshiped your body, kissing, licking and loving every inch of your skin. As your body opened up to him, he licked his way down your belly button and lower abdomen, laying down on his stomach, comfortably between your legs, his favorite place to be. After so much time away from you, from the sounds you made for him, all he wanted was to drag them out of your lips over and over again until he couldn’t think of anything else. 

He stared down at your core and you were dripping, laying on a wet patch on the sheets, he slid his fingers through your folds coating your wetness and spreading all over your mound, you whimpered again. He groaned at the sound and didn’t waste anymore time before slipping his tongue into your cunt, opening you further with the help of his fingers, drinking from your arousal as If It was the sweetest nectar, brought to him by Freyja as a gift. His mouth attached to your clit and sucked harshly, he lapped at your lips, created patterns with the tip of his tongue until your hips started to buckle onto his face. 

The hot feeling between your legs finally woke you up, you blinked your eyes open trying to focus on the ceiling, your hands went instinctively there, but instead of touching yourself, your fingers met wet strands of your husband hair, you widened your eyes and looked down.

“Hvit-Ooh.” Your voice got stuck in your throat when Hvitserk sunk a finger deep into your cunt. His eyes raised from your core, hazel green filled with lust met with yours and you felt yourself melt into the furs on your bed. Another finger joined and he curled them both inside of you, touching the spongy spot only he could find. 

“Princess…” He breathed before using his other hand to dry off your juices from the lower half of his face, his tongue poked out to wet his plushy, pink lips. 

“Oh gods If this is a dream…” You whimpered, eyes closing as you buckled your hips on his hand, his fingers stroking in and out of you slowly. 

“I’m no dream, my love.” He murmured as he crawled up your body putting his free hand next to your head, using his thumb to press gently on your puffy clit. “I am right here.” 

His lips met yours in a hungry kiss. Your mewled into his mouth, feeling his tongue rub against yours. You grabbed at his head, holding on his braids for dear life as he peaked his pace, stroking faster with his fingers in and out of you. A strangled moan slipped through your lips when Hvitserk dragged his kisses down your jaw and your neck, you panted, feeling the familiar knot on your lower belly start to tighten. 

“Please, don’t stop…” You begged, arms wrapped around his neck, eyes closed. “Please, please…” 

“I won’t.” He assured. “Cum for me, princess. Cum all over my fingers.” He commanded and your body snapped right after, as If It was just waiting for his order, and you came on his fingers with a loud, drunk moan. 

While you were still recovering from your high, Hvitserk took his place between your legs, pushing his tunic off and throwing it out, doing the same with his briefs. He pumped his cock a few times using his free hand to keep his body from crushing you and just before you had the time to say anything, he plunged deeply into you, making you growl softly. 

His other hand followed the same path and he put it on the other side of your head, your hands quickly met the curve of his hips while you rested your feet on the bed, keeping your legs wide open for him. He stayed still for a moment, spreading kisses all over your face and waiting until you adjusted, the stretch a bit overwhelming after a whole year. 

You nodded, allowing him to continue. He started out slow, pulling completely out and then coming back in, touching all the right places within your walls, dragging tiny whimpers from you. Your lips were parted, you were panting heavily and your eyes were shut, slowly allowing your body the familiarity of having Hvitserk inside you, between your arms, back home. 

“Open your eyes, princess. Want to look into your eyes when you cum again.” He commanded and you obeyed, you wanted that too. 

He was beautiful. His face was ethereal, even covered in sweat, small beads sliding down his forehead into your mouth, his parted lips were pink, wet and swollen from all the kissing. You brought one of your hands to his face and held It there, palm cupping his cheek, thumb gently touching his lower lip. His hair was longer, so were the braids that rubbed against your chest and collarbones. 

His need was dripping down his pores, you could sense It in his scent, in the way his arms flexed and writhed, in the way his veins were popping out making little trails under his skin. He kept his slow rhythm, making sure each thrust was hitting your sweet spot perfectly and you couldn’t help but to tighten around your husband’s cock like you wanted to feel every inch and ridge of it.

Hvitserk was dragging the longest and loudest mewls from your mouth, he was taking his time with you, thrusting into you painfully slow, not enough to make you cum yet, but enough to take you to the edge. 

“Hvit-” A particular deep thrust cut your phrase in half, a broken moan taking place between your lips before you started to talk again. “Faster, please.” You choked out and your husband’s arm almost failed completely when he trembled at your little beg. 

“You want me faster, princess?” He asked breathlessly, just like you didn’t beg for It minutes before. “Want me to make you cum faster? Want my cock faster?” At every word he thrusted harder, yanking your body making your breasts wobble under his gaze. 

“Yes… Please…” You begged again, your hands back at his hips, pulling him in.

He briskly picked up his pace, thrusting his hips harder and faster into yours, you gasped at the new rhythm, a tiny smirk on your lips after getting what you wanted. He bent down, holding your thigh up his waist, supporting his weight on his knees to pound into you faster. Hvitserk started kissing, sucking and biting on your neck, your hands dragging red marks from his back skin with your nails. 

“Tell me you’re mine.” He choked out, raising his head from your neck to stare into your eyes. “Tell me you’re mine, princess. Tell me you’re mine.” 

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You answered breathlessly and he kissed you before dropping his forehead down until It touched your lips, his eyes fixed where your bodies met. “You’re so deep…” You cried out before wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer, as If It was possible, like you wanted to merge him into you until he couldn’t be taken away anymore. 

He smiled before turning on the bed, pulling you off and settling you in his lap, his cock burrowed inside you. You lost balance, putting your hands on his chest for support, making his cock slide out from your folds, you whined at the empty feeling. Hvitserk held your hips and lined his tip with your entrance with the other, pushing you down until he was plunged into you again. 

“Gods…” You whined, starting to bounce and grind on his cock. 

As much as your husband loved to be in control, he loved seeing you take the reins. He bit his lower lip, dragging his hands from your hips to your lower back while you wriggled yours down, your puffy clit rubbing against the bunch of hair at the base of his cock, lighting you up like the sacrificial pyre. You bent your head back, bouncing even faster, one of his hands grabbed your breast and you shivered. 

“Keep riding me like this and I’m going to put a baby in you.” He groaned, your cunt dripping more slick and clenching around his cock. “You would like that, wouldn’t you? Would like to be filled with my seed and swelled with my child.” 

“I would proudly carry your child.” You whined, the coil on your lower belly was ready to snap. “Please, give It to me.” You begged. 

A lustful smirk ran across his lips before he wrapped his arm around your waist, sitting down and helping you bounce on his cock himself. You gasped at the fast change, wrapping your arms on his neck and letting him move on his lap. You started seeing white spots on your vision, the pressure becoming unbearable and he could notice your breathing becoming staggered again, suggesting you were close to your high. 

“Go ahead, princess. Cum all over my cock so I can fill you up.” You moaned loud at his words, your orgasm hitting you like the eruption of a volcano, Hvitserk pulling you down as he came right after, warming you from inside out with his seed. “You’re milking me hard, love.” He chuckled as you kept clenching down on him. 

“I want a child.” You mumbled, face hidden into the crook of his neck. “So I can have a piece of you everytime you leave.” You raised your face, gazing at him. He hugged you close before bringing his lips back to yours, kissing you deeply until you ran out of breath. 

“Come with me next time.” He asked, caressing your face with the tip of his fingers. “If I’m going to see the world, I want to do It with you by my side.” 

“You promise?” You whimpered, his cock softening and sliding out of you, his cum dripping out of you. 

His lips met the skin of your forehead with a tender kiss. “I promise.” 

After a few minutes you were laying down on his chest, legs tangled together while you traced the patterns of his tattoos with the tip of your fingers and he rubbed your back with his hand, the other one resting under his head. 

“Did you have anyone?” You asked shyly, not daring to look in his eyes. 

“I tried to.” He answered, your body tensing almost immediately. “Couldn’t do It.” 

You rested your chin on his chest to look at him: “Why not?”

His smile grew bigger before answering: “They weren’t you.” 

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