Vikings Drabbles and Oneshots

Bet

Ubbe drapes his arm around your waist pulling your back to his chest and then the covers over you both. It was rare that you got to relax alone. His soft lips pepper kisses onto your shoulder and you shimmy playfully stopping his advances. "Can we please watch these episodes before we fuck and sleep?"

"I didn't say we had to sleep, you're the one that's always exhausted." He doesn't stop. He continues to kiss and playfully flick his tongue down the slope of your neck. "It's Netflix." He whispers. "Cut it off."

"Sir, I said I was watching this damn episode of Stranger Things. Now would you ple-." His hands invade your cotton underwear spreading your smooth folds. His thick finger prod playfully dipping into you and then taking the wetness to your clit. Your head nestles into his chest as the rasp breath evades you. "Ubbe you're," You swallow choking on your own words. Your small hand wraps around his wrist and it does nothing to stop the hypnotic circles he was stirring below.

His cock flinches against your ass as he moves a little quicker moving you against him, so he can feel that friction through his basketball shorts. "We don't have to sleep," He whispers plunging his fingers deeper and you allow a small moan to escape, tensing your legs and digging your toes into the plush leather sectional.

The front door opens and Hvitserk bustles in tossing his jacket onto the recliner and taking his seat across from the two of you. "Did you watch How to Get Away with Murder yet?" Hvitserk was not one to notice when he was not wanted.

You can feel Ubbe's uneasiness as he shifts behind you, pulling his fingers from below and groaning. "What are you doing home?"

"I got off early, the shop was slow. No point in staying there longer than I need to." He reclines the chair and looks at the television with amusement in his eyes. "What have you two been doing all day?"

"Laying here." He nods his head and you start the show back with a wicked grin on your face. The minutes tick along and your no longer hot and bothered your mind is stuck on the show and how Hvitserk continues to laugh at things that are not funny with his demented ass.

He moves his hand to the seam of your pants again tracing a line as if he was patiently waiting for his moment. "I bet I can make you cum in front of him." He whispers.

"No." You laugh.

"If you win you get to watch TV seamlessly uninterrupted. If I win, I get to fuck you in front of him." You're not allowed time to answer as he sneakily dips his hand back into your underwear, nipping on your ear as he starts back with the tantalizingly slow intrusion.

You shake your head, clenching your thighs together in hopes it would slow him down, there was no way in hell you would not come if he continued. Ubbe chuckles knowing his hands a re stronger than your thick thighs and anchors himself there stroking in and out. He drags his finger down the small length of your clit and you suck the air through your teeth.

Hvitserk glances over. "Still scared of gunshots?"

"Terrified." You answer clearing your throat.

You attempt to take his hand out and snatch it but it only makes things worst as his finger then move to your clit rubbing circles. His beard tickles you. "Can't you feel yourself giving in?" He teases. "Those small shutters of your swollen clit are beckoning the rest of your body to join." You bite the soft tissue of your inner mouth and move forward but he stops it. He pulls your back to him and pushes two fingers into you curling them. Your body erupts in a pleasure filled rush. Your eyes flutter and your back arches into him. Your soft walls clench around his fingers at hi last few strokes. "I want Hvitserk to see you come again."