You Make Me Want Things I Can’t Have
A/N: Modern Ubbe and this prompt was requested like seven times! So here is the first Prompt for my Valentines Day Prompts! Ubbe is kinda my new fave, for the moment! I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think!! (I wrote this sick, forgive typos)
The couple next door were the Lothbroks. Ubbe and Maggie had moved in one month before the winter and ever since then there had been nothing but fights and arguments. But you remained in your apartment only glancing outside occasionally to watch the handsome blonde and his wife duke it out. He like the gentleman you guessed he was never raised a hand to her. He only growled back at her a kicked their belongings out on the ground. Why he was with her, you still could not decide.
It had only come to your attention that he had taken notice to you. Ubbe tended to watch you. His sky-blue eyes had observed you carry your laundry to that god forsaken laundry room for the apartment complex. He’d even been in the gym with you before, watching you squat and run on that damn star machine even when the petite blonde was there. It fascinated you that he found you interesting, for you lived a clearly boring life. In return you watched him. You admired his muscles as he lifted himself up from the ground making that sexy grunt with each pump. He gave you a show each and every week with his grey sweat pants alone.
It was freezing outside. You’d ran outside to warm your car up. The golden rays of the sun had not yet defrosted the windshield and scraping ice off was not for you, at the moment. The soft black leggings clung to your legs and your bonnet covered your head underneath the hoodie. You skip only on the dry parts of the pavement humming some random song you’d gotten stuck in your head.
Then it happens. The black ice snuck up on you like a flash of lightening. You twist your ankle and hit the ground with a sharp wince and a loud, “Oh shit.” You lay there contemplating what you really want to do. You can lay there and die or roll over and face the faces of the few neighbors that watched you take the tumble and option A, sounded delightful.
“Are you alright?” His startling blue eyes glance over your body. A flood of regret surfaces as you remember the royal blue bonnet on your head.
You daze out. Lost somewhere between his eyes and those soft full lips. “Maybe.”
He lifts you up and walks you back to your apartment placing your feet on the ground once you two are at the front door. “You should sit down, you fell rather hard.”
“Thanks.” You grab the cold door knob and twist, realizing you’ve locked yourself out.
He reads your mind, skipping like it is nothing to your grey Honda. He opens the door and gets the keys, then hops back to you. “What is your name? I feel like such a shitty neighbor.”
“You shouldn’t” You unlock the door and he follows you into the messy apartment. Your books a threw all over the couch and the clothes you were about to fold were scattered on the chair. “My name is Y/N.”
“Beautiful. My name is Ubbe.”
But you knew that already. You know that his name was Ubbe from the walls. These thin walls revealed when his wife screamed his name in pleasure and in angst. And many nights you lay awake wondering what Ubbe done to make her yelp and plea for more. Yet, you kept your distance but everything about this man screamed desire.
“Thank you. I appreciate your help.” You say hoping he will get the hint.
“No problem, tonight I am having some friends over, house warming really. You should come. I think you will be welcome.”
“Thanks. I will do what I can.”
“IT starts at six.” He said taking the hints. Ubbe steps towards the door. “Like the hat.” He winks.
“It’s a bonnet.” You croak as he leaves.
The day flies by and you can’t wait for tonight. Never before had you had plans on a Tuesday other than reading and watching your DVR-ed shows. The new clothes you smuggle in your home so that he won’t see. He’s a watcher.
The dress hangs off your shoulder, revealing the smooth mahogany skin and your satisfied. Slipping on some high heeled boots and a blue jean jacket to keep your warmth. You weren’t out to take her husband from her, but if there were others there you wanted to make your mark. Hopefully one of them would pursue you.
You knock on the door and before you can get the second knock out the door swings open. Revealing a dark-haired God and taking your breath away. “Who are you?”
Ubbe pushes the younger guy aside. “Y/N, you made it.”
Maggie’s eyes glimpse over to you and you feel the heat rise to your face as she pushes pass Ubbe. “Hi! You’re our neighbor.”
“Come in, please.” She tugs you into the apartment pass the brown-haired god to the living room and you begin to talk with the others. It’s amazing how even everyone can fit in the living area, but they seem to make a way. Ubbe once again has his eyes on you and you give him a small smile and continue talking to the other guys.
After a few drinks you take a seat and he is next to you. His fingers hover over the nape of your back inconspicuously. He draws circles over and over and then he slides his hand down further. IT hypnotizing and overwhelming to even think of his boldness. His wife sits 100 feet away and he has not a care in this world.
“Do you have a restroom?” You whisper.
“Upstairs to your left.” He says back.
You merge into the crowd. Pushing your way past the people on the stairwell and you reach the bathroom. Finally, you breathe. The heat rushes to your face as you splash water on you trying to calm down. What the fuck? What the actual fuck? You pant and grab the beige towel to pat down your now drenched face. The knob on the door turns and you tilt your head. What the actual fuck?
“Y/N.” Ubbe closes the door behind him and locks the door. “How is the party going for you?”
“Nice.” You place the face towel on the granite counters and exhale. “What are you doing in here?”
“I like watching you.” He steps closer.
“I don’t know what you are doing to me, you make me want things I can’t have.” His eyes are burning with desire. “Am I scaring you?”
No. You were scaring yourself because never had it crossed your mind to be attracted to a married man. But at this point in your life all of your morals were out of the window. Your shoulders shrug and you head shakes timidly. “No.”
“That is good thing, no?”
“Yes. Ubbe, but I am sure someone will wonder where you are, this is your home.”
“This is where I want to be.” He is inches away from you now and there is nowhere to go. You hands touch the stone wall behind you and the light are off. Ubbe’s hands are in a frenzy on your hips and then your breast while his lips dance along your neck. “I’ve wanted you since we moved in…you’ve haunted my dreams and cursed my life.”
“I…” You close your mouth at a lost for words as separates your legs sending a cool breath of air to you. Your thighs clench together in anticipation and he lifts your dress.
“I can stop whenever you want me to Y/N.” His lips meet yours for the first time and you float. The hints of his whiskey touch your tongue and you want more. You kiss him back separating his lips with yours and flicking your tongue playfully over his teeth until he nips at your bottom lip with a small growl. You whimper at the sound, as if you needed anything else to fuel your lust. You hear the buckle of his belt clang to the floor as he lifts you up from the ground.
Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and within a moment his tip teases your lips. “Are you sure you want this?” Your hands hook around his neck and your tongue strokes to his ear and you whisper, “Yes.”
Ubbe pushes into you with one blunt thrust. The delicious sting pours all over you and you claw at his back as he finds a delectable pace. He pushes your body down to meet his every thrust and rive at it. Twisting your hips to give your clit just the right twitch for each time your bodies meet. Ubbe is carnal as he fills you. He takes everything you’re giving, and you feel a bundle of tension build in you.
“You’re so fucking wet.” He groans as his strokes get longer. Dragging himself out so you can feel every inch of his dick. “So fucking good.” Those words do something for you. You kiss him once more wanting him to push faster you buck against him. “Are you gonna come for me baby?”
You shake your head and he goes faster and faster. The room fills with the sound of your skin clapping against one another and you do come. Your legs lose their grip and he pulls one up and drills harder until he pulls out sending a trail of his come all the way down your leg. Ubbe grabs the towel from the counter and wipes himself off your leg and then wipes your womanhood. “Y/N…” he sings.
“Let me walk you home.” He whispers.
“I live across the hall,” You fix your dress blindly wishing he would hit the light.
“I know… Let’s do this somewhere proper.” He says snatching you against his chest. “Please.”
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