#half fluff

His fingers traveled down your skin, against your jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulders, back-until his hand found its place on your thigh, rubbing the exposed skin there where your sleep shorts had ridden up during your sleep.

How he got so lucky with you? He didn’t know, but he still remembers that first day like nothing else-your eyes and sword locked with his as he attempted to chase down the king-a confident grin on your lips that made his slip off. He had always thought bore-adon brats were goodie goodies with no idea how to fight(the need had long left them) and yet there you were, with a fighting spirit as strong as any isle girl and skills that rivaled the many pirate lords that found themselves on the isle.

He never believed in love, but that day-he felt something inside him jolt to life as you kicked his legs out and took his hook from him-saluting to him and Uma as you disappeared down that damned tunnel. He didn’t get his hook back till he and Gil broke out behind the four traitors, but he found himself not minding you had kept it when you gave him that beaming grin of victory.

It took him nearly a year to find the confidence to ask you out-but you said yes right away-kissing his flaming red cheek as you laughed.

Two years later-he asked you to marry him, you said yes-and now-four years later, there he was, lying next to you, feeling your warmth as the world outside moved along. There were no battles to fight, no villains, no evil plots, life had finally slowed down and allowed him to breathe.

And he couldn’t be happier to have you by his side, to live the rest of his days with. Harry closed his eyes, bringing himself close to you and breathing you in, his hand finding itself under your shirt-your skin warm against his palm.

A soft noise left you, and Harry chuckled, pressing his lips to the top of your head as your body pressed into his, your thigh finding itself between his legs.

-fluff ends here; time for smut!-

Harry glanced at the clock, a sinfully devious idea coming to mind-it was almost evil-if it didn’t mean your pleasure. 7:23am, you usually woke up around 7:30 on a good day, but you had no obligations today-no plans-nada, but Harry decided you deserved to be woken up in such a way that would have you seeing stars.

Harry slowly peeled his body away from you, chuckling as you let out another huff of complaints, missing your favorite cuddle buddy.(which was usually the big shark plush-but he was a close runner up) His lips found your neck, ghosting across your skin-leaving before you could even realize the feeling.

You let out another soft sigh, your eyes fluttering in your sleep. He smirked against your shoulder, slowly moving your curled-up body to lay halfway on its back, your hips now flat on the king-sized bed. He continued kissing down your body, his hands trailing under your shorts and pulling them down slowly, his eyes on you and ears concentrating on your breathing.

You continued to sleep deeply, the only signs of life being your breathing. Harry continued to kiss down your body, lips finding your outer hip and inner thigh, fluttering his tongue against your plush skin.

You had talked about this once or twice before, and both of you had expressed interest in it-being woken up with sex. This was the first time Harry had decided to initiate it-you had done it once before, after a very busy night that left Harry boneless and achy-only to wake up to your mouth on him and cumming so hard he couldn’t breathe.

He wanted to you wake up like that, feel that burn in your gut, his tongue on your clit-bringing you to your orgasm without even realizing it only to wake up to it crashing through you. He wanted it to come slow and warm, building up within till it exploded.

He would do just that. Yes, he would make you feel so good that you wouldn’t even realize where you were for a solid minute. Harry sucked the skin of your hip into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, not daring to touch it with his teeth-teeth would be too rough, too much. He wanted this to be soft, sweet, and slow.

A soft gasp escaped you when Harry’s nose brushed against your clit, already starting to pulse thanks to his previous actions. Harry froze, waiting until your body relaxed again to kiss your clit, his tongue dipping into your slit and licking up till he found your hard clit-sucking into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it slowly, smiling against you as your stomach and thighs twitched.

You were still deep in sleep, eyes fluttering as Harry ate you out, once in a while licking into your cunt before finding your clit again, his hands massaging your thighs gently as he opened his mouth further and took all he could of you, his tongue on your clit and dipping down into your cunt-slowly bringing you into ecstasy.

He stopped as he felt your breathing shift, his breath ghosting against your pussy as you let out a few muffled grunts and sighs, he could see your eyes fluttering in the clouded sun, so close to waking up. He was being careless-he knew you weren’t there yet-he couldn’t wake you up just yet. So he waited, waited till you settled down again and your breathing evened out and you were deep asleep once more.

Harry groaned as he found himself back in your cunt, swallowing you as your thighs twitched around his head. He could feel you pulse and his jaw was soaked as he brought you to that peak, and he knew you were close as your hips started to lock, sweet gasps escaping your pretty lips as Harry turned his attention just to your clit and ate you out like there was no more time.

“H-Har-“ you woke up only to cum hard, your fists in the sheets as your head threw back, your chest arching up as Harry pinned your hips to the bed with his mouth, sucking your clit gently as you croaked out his name-cheeks burning along with the rest of your body as Harry gently led you through your high.

You gently kick his thigh when it becomes too much and Harry pulls back, his lips and chin soaked with you as he kisses your hip and comes up from beneath the blanket-that stupidly cute side grin on his face. “cheeky-“ you pant, awake but not yet there as Harry chuckles and grabs a tissue to wipe his face clean, licking his teeth and bottom lip to get your remaining taste on his tongue.

“And ye taste divine~” Harry purred, leaning down to kiss you, and you could taste yourself on him-and feel him against your inner thigh-twitching and soaking his boxers. You chuckle, reaching down to push his boxers down and guide his leaking cock to you-kissing him as he pushes inside with a heavy groan.

What a wonderful way to wake up

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“And what a great death it’ll be” she teased, leaving a small peck on his lips before walking out and into the great hall where she saw three men laughing and drinking. When she stepped in all their eyes turned to her with curiosity. She looked around at the great hall, it was her first time there and she was mesmerized. “You must be the princes of Kattegat!” She said excitedly as her eyes finally fell on them. They nodded and continued staring at her. It was her turn to tease them a bit like they teased Ivar. She pointed at Hvitserk “you must be Hvistra” then Ubbe “Uno?” and finally she pointed at Sigurd “and you...I always forget the third’s name. Not significant enough I suppose” and she shrugged.  They looked at her bewildered. Did she really not know who they were? She was wearing fine silks and expensive jewelry, she must be someone of high lineage, but how could she be if she didn’t know who they were by name and reputation. They hadn’t noticed Ivar crawl in until they heard his voice 

“Y/N… Behave” with amusement in his tone he crawled past her into his seat. That’s when they saw her break into a small laugh, amused by their reactions, a glint of mischief in her eyes.  

She took her seat beside him pecking his cheek. “What? I was just teasing” she emphasized the last word as she made direct eye contact with Sigurd. 

“Brothers. This is my lovely Y/N Gunnarsdottir” he brought her hand up to his lips. To say they were all taken back was an understatement. She was real, she was here, she was with Ivar. Tales of Gunnar The Blood Thirsty were what any Viking could hope for. He had helped Ragnar in their youth until Gunnar settled down in his homeland to take care of his people. 

With bashful eyes she looked at all of them “Prince Ubbe, prince Hvitserk, prince...Sigurd” she let out a half grin after bowing her head to all of them. 

“So you do know who we are?” Hvitserk laughed as he continued drinking. 

“So I’m not too Insignificant for you to know” he chuckled as he emphasized the word you had used to wound him. 

“Of course not my Princes” she reached for a cup of mead and drunk as Ivar began to speak of her arrival. 

Before he could finish, Sigurd interrupted him. “So why is it that none of us saw you sail in?” He stared at her, with suspicion in his voice. 

“As Ivar was saying…” she squeezed his hand under the table “My father sailed me directly to Floki for me to settle in. I arrived not too long ago” she put food in her mouth as Ivar dropped her hand to clutch on to his arm rest in anger. 

“Or he dressed and paid you to pretend to be Y/N. After all. None of us know what exactly she looks like” Sigurd mocked nonchalantly with a shrug of his shoulders as he continued eating. Not even looking in their direction. “That would make more sense than the daughter of a fierce viking, that our father admired, falling in love with a cripple.” 

Y/N looked around to the other two, both heads down not saying anything. Well no wonder Ivar was angry all the time, his brothers did nothing to defend him. And Sigurd, well Sigurd was just plain cruel. She felt Ivar stiffen and lean in to her “I told you this was a bad idea” she could hear the hurt in his voice. She couldn’t take it, that someone would hurt her Ivar. She was however the daughter of a great viking, one that had taught her to never bite her tongue in the face of the enemy. 

Pushing her plate forward, and leaning her elbows on the table, she looked at Sigurd with her head tilted “That would just be plain stupid Siggy, to pay someone to pretend to love you,” she briefly looked at Ivar and smiled, the smile that Ivar knew was trouble. Before he could protest or tell her to just ignore Sigurd, all her attention was back on Sigurd as she continued “When you could just bed a slave with no free will.” She shrugged and then went back to picking the food on her plate “That’s much smarter for a man with not enough charm to get free women, but I guess you would know that huh Prince Sigurd?” She heard Ubbe choke on his drink and Hvitserk try to hide his laughter. Beside her, Ivar was staring at her with admiration and love. No one, aside from his mother, hel not even his mother, had ever stood up for him like that. She could also see Sigurds face turn red with not only embarrassment, but anger. 

“WELL AT LEAST I CAN PLEASE A WOMAN!” Sigurd yelled out, desperate to have the last word, to be the one to embarrass Ivar. “Ivar’s legs aren’t the only thing that don’t work you know” 

That was it, the final straw. She grabbed her empty cup and flung it as hard as she could, hitting Sigurd right on the forehead, leaving a red mark. Her vision went red, blinded by anger, she felt Ivar grab her arm as she tried to jump over the table to further attack Sigurd. “You know what? I’m done.” She smoothed her dress and squeezed Ivar’s hand “We’re done.” She heard the older two laugh as Sigurd stared at her in shock. “You got lucky this time because Ivar made me leave my guards and my knives at Floki’s. But I wouldn’t push my luck if I were you” She threatened, before taking a deep breath and turning to Ivar with a smile “Now. If you’ll excuse us. I have truly missed Ivar. We will be going now, to fuck until I can’t walk anymore.” She turned to walk out but not before winking at a bashful Ivar who nervously chuckled and waved at his brothers as he followed behind her. 

As they walked out Ubbe chuckled “Looks like Ivar managed to find the only person in the world with a temper worse than his own”

The tone in your professor's made you nervous. Did you do well? Did you do horribly? You made a tiny bow to your teacher, collecting your items and walking out of the classroom. It was a Friday, so you were allowed to go home. 

Entering your school dorm room, you packed your stuff and rolled out your suitcase down the service elevator. The pathway to the subway was rough, the unfinished sidewalk halfway caused your bag to fall and open.

Clothing and hygiene items fell out of your pack, some blouses flying away in the wind. You landed on your knees, crying out loud.

"Why... why me? Why me on all days?!" You yelled to yourself, hitting yourself repeatedly on the head. Sighing loudly, you tried collecting the lost pieces scattered across the road, zipping your bag harshly. Not only did the feeling that you failed your math test lingered in your mind, but anger started slipping in. This wasn't your day, at all.

Not only did you get lost on your way to the subway, but your phone also fell on the last steps of the train boarding station, half of the screen broken. Not to mention that the train was delayed by 30 minutes! When the subway finally came, the swarm of stressed students and workaholic adults filled the train, the humid air made feel claustrophobic.

Only a few more seconds until the doors open and...

Ding! You have arrived in Seoul.

Relieved, you left the train with your suitcase and school bag in hand, passing through the card scanning areas. Seoul in the evening was gorgeous, and you (with your boyfriends) lived in the heart of the city, so the scenery was to die for.

Your eyelids drooped with fatigue. Your apartment was around a block away, which was a good thing –– you could feel your legs almost giving out.

After five minutes of extra walking, you entered the lobby, cold air hitting you like a brick. You went into the elevator, relief passing through you. You left the elevator and walked through the halls of the 20th floor of the apartment complex, knocking on the door.

The door opened hastily, a tall and lanky boy with messy brown hair greeted you. It was Hyunjin! He hugged you tightly, your face buried in his chest.

"You took too long~ Ankita-yah, come in! We've been waiting for the goddess' arrival!" Hyujin said excitedly, opening the door wide, exposing the rest of the eight boys sitting around the dining table. There were two extra seats, one for the gentle giant and... you. You put aside your bags and jogged over to the end of the table, holding Changbin (who sat right beside you) gently. You sat in your seat, smiling at everyone.

"Jjingjjing-i*~! How was school?" Jeongin, who sat two seats to the right of you, asked. Your face went grim for a few seconds, before morphing into a small frown.

"Well... I think I failed my math exam. Afterward, I tried getting home in the usual way, but my bag fell and opened. My blouse flew into the wind because of it! And then––"

Chan chuckled quietly, "Babe, you're rambling. How about we finish eating dinner, and you can talk all about your day while cuddling us?" Woojin seemed to agree to his statement, but his mouth was stuffed with kimchi to form a proper response.

"Alright. Your words." You said, filling your plate with pork and vegetables, eating it slowly. Seungmin, who sat to the left of you, squeezed your hand affectionately underneath the table. You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest.

An hour passed through a buffet of food, laughter, and small-talk. Everyone was full from the amount of food you all ate, but the environment was enjoyable nonetheless. You helped Changbin clean up, washing the plates as Felix and Jisung raced each other to who can wash down the table the fastest. Seeing the two boys compete and laughing with each other, it made you happy. It was much better than staying home in America. Despite the deep homesickness, you felt towards your home country, you wouldn't trade your life in Korea with your boyfriends for the world.

The rest of the night was spent in everyone's arms, sleeping on the floor as the wind from Seoul's night-sky gave you a sense of tranquility and peace. While the boys were still asleep, you managed to turn on your phone. You put the brightness to low and checked your school grade book. Pressing on the Calculus section, you saw the score for your exam.

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