Liquid Courage
Warning: this is a horny on main fueled smut. Pure smut. 18+ only Also it’s for In Vino Veritas in TLKfanficfestbingo. Forgive any typos, I wrote this fast and dirty. 😉
Pairing: Sihtric x reader
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You had yourself perched on top of the bar watching as the Coccham men’s antics had your sides in stitches from laughing so hard. It didn’t help that the ale had flowed particularly freely that evening. After a long days work in the ale house and enjoying maybe one too many mugs along with the patrons, your head was feeling rather floaty.
You had worked for Rodrick, the tavern owner, for many years. It wasn’t uncommon for him to retire to his room upstairs with his wife and trust you to ensure Uhtred and his men did not burn the place down or drink all of the ale.
It was an unspoken rule that when the last call was made, that did not apply to Lord Uhtred. He and his men brought good money into the establishment and while a bit loud and rowdy at times, they rarely caused any real damage.
Tonight happened to be a night like that. Rodrick had retired and you were left downstairs with Uhtred, Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric. The men pulling you into their drinking and merrymaking.
“One more round, Y/N! Only one more and then we will be out of your hair!” Finan hollered while draping himself across the bar next to you in order to reach for another mug.
“Quiet down, Finan!” You shushed. “Rodrick and his wife sleep right above us, you big buffoon. And you can have one more round but you’re helping yourself. I’m not standing up again, my back is killing me.” And if truth were told, if you stood up you were worried you may falter. You made a conscious thought to refrain from drinking that much with the men again. You still had to finish up your closing duties but all you really wanted to do was either keep laughing and enjoying their company or curl up and fall asleep.
Sihtric slumped back against your legs and without pausing to think you opened them to allow him to drape his strong arms around each of your thighs. None of Uhtred’s men had ever been so forward as to touch you so intimately. And you would never had allowed it. But something in Sihtric’s touch, his warmth made you relax even more. The Dane had always caught your eye and his gentle smile regularly gave you flutters in your stomach. And in the quiet hours of the night, you had often given yourself over to your more primal desires while imagining his strong arms holding you. His fingers moving against your folds, finding your sensitive nub. Breathing your name into your ear.
Sihtric’s deep voice broke you from your thoughts.
“Whatever would we do without you in our lives, Y/N?” He questioned while taking a swig from his own mug.
“Oy, you would find another barmaid to keep your cups full and put up with your loud mouths,” you quipped while trying to stave off the images your mind had begun to conjure.
“I do not have a loud mouth!” He protested in mock injury.
“You, Sihtric, have a very loud mouth when you have been drinking!” You reached up to push his head forward in a playful gesture and found that you didn’t bring your hand away afterwards. Instead your fingers began twisting themselves around the soft tendrils of his dark curls.
Feeling more courageous than usual, you brought your other hand to rest on his shoulder. Slowly you began kneading the taught muscles of his back.
As if on instinct, Sihtric’s own hands began drawing long, firm strokes down your thighs.
You kept up a slow and steady pace, pressing the pad of your thumb and the heel of your palm into his shoulder while gently drifting the fingers of your other hand along his scalp.
You felt a low and throaty moan rumble deep in his chest at your touch. Leaning his head back to rest between your breasts, he was flush against your body.
“Your hands are like magic, Y/N. Do not stop,” he commanded. His voice no longer loud. The tone of his words and the feel of one of his hands moving to the innermost side of your thigh caused a sudden rush of heat to find your center. You felt a moisture creep into your folds and were surprised when you heard your own voice, husky and slow with drink.
“I will not stop so long as you don’t stop either.”
To emphasize your desire, you slowly pulled his hair bringing his ear close to your mouth to breathe along the sensitive skin of his neck.
Reading your signals, Sihtric twisted to slide one of his hands farther along the inside of your thigh. Slowly. Deftly. Without bringing attention from his brothers who had finished their last swallows of ale and we’re making their departure.
You heard Uhtred call to Sihtric as they walked out of the door , “we are leaving. Give Y/N some space so she can close and get to bed.”
“Go on. I will help her close up tonight.” Sihtric called over his shoulder as his eyes met yours.
“And I will get her to bed,” he finished before he twisted to fully face you.
A rush of heat had settled across your cheeks and you could feel your slit swelling, pooling with moisture wanting his touch.
“Touch me, Sihtric.”
The Dane wasted no time shoving the fabric of your dress up and around your waist. And his fingers cupped your sex, feeling it slick with desire.
You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your throat as you felt the pressure as his fingers explored you.
“So wet,” he moaned through his teeth. “Is this all for me, Y/N?”
“Yes. I’ve wanted to feel you touching me for a long time,” you confessed.
“Like this?” His lifted one of your legs to drape over his shoulder as he slid one long finger slowly up and down your slit before curling it deep inside you.
He smiled and placed nipping kisses along your leg when he heard the noises that came from your lips.
“Or like this?” His voice was low and rumbled in his chest as he slid a second finger into your cunt.
You had your hands bracing yourself on the bar top as your hip bucked at the sensation.
Never stopping the rhythm of his fingers, Sihtric began trailing his lips down your thigh.
“Or maybe you wanted me to touch you like this?”
And then his mouth was on you. His tongue exploring the sensitive nub at your core and his fingers continuing to slide, in and out.
“Yes,” you breathed. “I’ve wanted you to touch me like that.”
You lay down on the bar, arching you back as your body responded to his tongue lapping at all of your sensitive nerves.
Your hand found his hair again and twisted in the silky curls. Feeling your orgasim building, your grip tightened and pulled him closer into you.
He growled and you felt it along your folds. The scratch of his beard rough and welcome.
Suddenly, you felt cold as his mouth left tlu and he removed his fingers.
“Not yet, Y/N.”
Sihtric brought himself back up to meet you and all at once his mouth was on yours. The taste of yourself on his lips caused a new wave or pleasure to ripple through you.
Before you could settle into a new rhythm with his kiss, he backed up pulling you off the bar with him.
Your hands cupped the bulge in his pants and he groaned as he gripped your hair pulling your face back to meet his kiss once more.
“Take me out, Y/N”
And you did as you were told.
You gripped his length and as you stroked him felt the drops of precum providing you lubrication.
Sihtric pulled you with him as he walked for a chair and sat down.
Straddling him, you lowered yourself into his rigid dick, mewling with pleasure as the size of him stretched you wide.
Slowly, you began to ride him gasping noiselessly as you ground his length deep into your walls then slowly pulled yourself back almost to the point of taking him out of you.
Each round of your hips bringing you both closer to orgasim.
Before you could cum, Sihtric gripped your hair at the base of your neck stilling your movements.
“Be still, Y/N,” he commanded.
You whined and tried shifting your hips against him more but he pulled harder exsposing your neck to him as he nipped it.
“Tell me how you want me”
“I want you Sihtric.” You gasped needing him to let you move against him. Needing to find your release.
“Make me cum, Sihtric. Fuck me.”
Only after hearing you beg, Sihtric began rolling his own hips once more and pushing his length into you, filling you completely.
His hand stayed tangled in your hair and you found your own hand gripping his hair. With his free hand, he strokes and circles your clit.
You feel the tension in your body building as he thrusts up into you.
Each thrust bringing you closer to the edge until you finally come apart moaning his name.
You continue to ride him, keeping your hands entwined in his hair. You pull his face to meet yours and watch as he rides his orgasim.
Afterwards, as you are slumped into his body he traces lazy lines along your back and grips your ass.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time?” He remarks smirking.
“A very long time.”
“And what made you act on it tonight, love?”
“Just a little liquid courage, I guess.”
And you both chuckled as you weaved your fingers into his hair and kissed his beautiful jaw.
~~~~~~~ el fin ~~~~~~~~
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