Reasons: Ubbe Lothbrok
Author’s Note: I combined the two requests into one; I hope that’s okay! It’s a little kinky, yall don’t care though, lmao. Let me know what you think! Happy reading! (Gif Credit: The lovely @honestsycrets)
Requested: How about a vampire explaining how much he wants to bite the reader, and why he won't right now, in a very sexy way of course. Maybe with a lot of touching. For the Viking of your choice...- @whenimaunicorn
Ubbe telling you ghost stories or norse legends while teasing you with a knife (and then fucking you) 👀 - anon
Pairings: Ubbe x Reader
Warnings: Blood Kink, Knife Play, Public Smut
The light from the moon was the only light that guided you along the path back to Kattegat; you told Ubbe you wanted to be home sooner. The oncoming winter brought shorter days, which meant more danger being in the woods in the midst of woods at night. It was not that you were afraid, though; Ubbe was the good brother. Ivar and even Hvitserk, you didn’t trust alone in these parts. They both had a satiated hunger that you cared not to ignite.
“How far are we from home?” You asked, pulling the furs over your arms to prevent the chilly wind from hitting your skin. “I know your mother does not want us to miss sup.”
“My mother will be fine; rather, we make it or not.” Ubbe moved the branch from in front of you two and allowed you to walk ahead. “I have wanted to talk to you for a while now.”
“We talk every day.” The chuckle was brief when you noticed that he didn’t return a smile. “Talk about what, young Lothbrok.”
“You and Bjorn.”
“There is no Bjorn and me,” You scoffed in efforts to not laugh out loud and draw any wild animal towards you. “Bjorn is not a husband, he even knows it.”
“Anyone can be a husband.”
“That is not true, and you know it, Ubbe Ragnarsson, did you bring me to the woods to tease me about Bjorn and our…” You struggled to find the words to define the one time fuck session you’d had with him. There were no regrets, but somehow you felt guilty every time you were around Ubbe, and he brought it up. He had a way of bringing emotions out in you that you didn’t think existed. Ubbe was the most complex of the brothers, every woman knew, every woman wanted him, yet he still pined after you even when he learned that you were entangled with Bjorn.
“I would never bring you here to be a tease.” He touched the small line of your arm, pinching playfully at your skin before he let go and walked ahead of you. “Have you heard about these woods?”
“Heard what?”
“About the draugr?” Ubbe smiled, even in the fading sunlight, you could see the brilliant smile he gave, and the fluttering in your stomach reconvened.
“Draugr, you tell lies, Ubbe.”
“I tell no lies. It is said that he comes out when the sunsets… in search of the flesh of young women like yourself.” Ubbe stood before you with a glimmer of entertainment in his eyes. “He likes them young and alone.”
“I am not alone.” You shrug. “Am I?”
“It appears you are not.” Ubbe stepped closer. “If the Draugr was here, where would be a good place for him to start?” He leaned in his beard, prickling the side of your face and causing a chill to run down your spine. “Your neck?” He touches the nape of your nape. “Your breasts?” The finger strategically slides down the line of your dress to the tip of your nipple. “Likely your thighs,” Ubbe whispered. “It’s warm there, no?”
“You are insane.” You smirked, pushing passed him only to be pushed lightly into the tree. “Why would a draugr be here of all places?”
“Guarding the hoards buried in these very woods.”
It is hard not to swallow back the fear the pricked, the warriors were known to bury their hoards in the woods. It was less likely to be bothered if no one could bother it. “It is not funny to tease like this, Ubbe.”
“Draugr like the taste of blood, sweet yet salty, fresh from their victim.”
“Enough.” Your hands shove into his chest, and he steps back, allowing you to move past him. Then he is right on your tail. “Take me back to Kattegat.”
“That is where we are headed; you are no fun.”
“I don’t find your stories entertaining.” You pout.
“Is it entertainment that you want?” Ubbe exhaled. “Perhaps we can have a game of chase… I will give you a head start. If I catch you, I get to do whatever I want to you. There are no limits, and you will allow it?”
“Like what?”
“Whatever I want.” He did not explain, only grin sneakily and cross his arms.
“And if I win.”
“I will do whatever you want, no matter what it is.”
“When do we start?” You were known to be fast; on the battlefields and raids, they sent you to send messages for your speed alone. You gathered your curly hair pinning it atop your head, and then turned to him.
“You can go now.” He flourished the land in front of you, “While you have the light in your favor.”
Losing was something you were not familiar with, but Ubbe took no shame in catching you three minutes after starting your sprint. He knew the woods like he knew his home; they were, in essence, a piece of his home. This you should have thought of before you accepted the wager.
The cold blade graces your neck, the point of it pushing into your supple flesh enough to prick and cause a small point of blood to seep. “There are one million reasons why I shouldn’t do this,” Ubbe whispered. “But, I can think of one why I can.”
Blood did not scare you, nor did it make you want to stop him. You wanted him to continue. “And what is that reason?”
“You want me to, right?”
Answering with words seemed to take too much of your energy, so you nodded your head, eagerly awaiting him to suck at your skin. Ubbe sucked at your breast, taking the plush flesh into the mouth, only making you moan and echo in the woods surrounding you. He lowered himself onto your body, pressing your body onto the damp forest floor and spreading your legs further. He stopped inhaling deeply, leaving a small throbbing spot where he had sucked.
“Where to drink next?” The blade traveled down your body, over your exposed skin, leaving a tingling sensation everywhere he touched and then stopped at the slope of your thigh. “Here?” Ubbe carefully drew circles with the knife and then drug it further down your legs. “Or here?” He stopped at the soft spot behind your knee.
Your breath was ragged, skin flushed, and chest heaving. You didn’t know what you wanted from Ubbe, but you knew that you wanted him to do it. You reached down, cupping his dick; it hung heavy in his pants against his thigh. How was he keeping it composed, you were unsure? Then again, he apparently waited a while to get you like this, so maybe patience was his forte? “Watch yourself, lamb.” He growled.
“And if I don’t?”
Those words ignite something in him because he no longer takes his time with you; he tosses the knife to the ground and tugging his pants down quickly. “Do you want me to be gentle?” he asked.
“I lost the chase.” You answered.
“Right.” Ubbe unsheathes himself, stroking his tip over your clit once, then twice, and then he slams into you. The sharp yet sweet feeling sends your back arching into him and nails raking down his back. He doesn’t stop with the roughness of his strokes, dragging his dick out of you and then slamming back in full to the hilt filling you. Gentle was not an option with him; you didn’t want it to be. Your legs cradle him, pulling him deeper, nudging him against your g-spot and all while him rubbing him on your swollen clit as he wound his hips. Ubbe was savoring the feeling of your pussy; warmth enveloped him and then clenched around his cock. You were tight, beckoning for him to fuck you, so he did.
Ubbe drove into you faster, each time your body bounce, breast pushed against his chest, and your toes curled. The carnal growl that came from him was enough to make you come alone; he was like an animal, untamed. His teeth grazed your skin, nails raked down your thighs as he lifted your legs to wrap around his body, and he had no intent on stopping. Your body quaked under his, your eyes water as the provoked pleasure passed through your entire body like an explosion. You shuttered, your voice wavered in cries you’d never heard before, and he continued. Your skin clapped against Ubbe’s and thrust into you, halting for a moment. His back bowing to get deeper, and you felt him spilling into you.
The two of you didn’t move for several minutes. The sound of the night was around you and growing louder. There was a part of you that didn’t want to move. You tried to lay there and bask in the aftermath of fucking the man you’d wanted to fuck for years. “We should get back.” You whispered, running your fingers through his sweat-slick hair.
“I can think of several reasons why we shouldn't,” Ubbe answered, and even though you could not see him, you could feel the cocky grin on his face.
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