#hvisterk

Pairing: Hvitserk / Reader

Genre: Romance

Rating : 18 + (light smut ahead people)

Words: 1185

“I dare you to send everyone here the dirtiest sex text you can think of.” You whispered in your boyfriend's ear.

Hvitserk looked at you, raising an eyebrow.

“That's your dare of the night ?”

“Yep.”

A smile appearing at the corner of his lips. “All right.”

That was a recurring game between Hvitserk and his brothers; how to embarrass themselves in front of their parents...if the thing was ever possible since Aslaug and Ragnar never seemed shocked anymore.

You found the idea funny and wanted to join. Hvitserk agreed but on one condition: he would be the only on to play with you. He knew his brothers too well.

The thing was that Hvitserk was the most mischievous at the game and so far, you had been the one embarrassed in front of your own parents and siblings.

Last time you played, he had fingered you under the table while everyone was having dinner. The dare had been simple: do not make a sound. You hadn't made one but with your flushed cheeks and your erratic breath, you had alerted your sister. She hadn't said a word to your parents but she had teased you for weeks about it.

But the worse had been when Hvitserk had dared you to snog him for two full minutes in front of your family. You had been mortified....even your grandparents were there !

So, it was his turn to be embarrassed. But, as he nonchalantly took his phone and started texting, yo wondered if such a thing could happen.

A few minutes later, several rings indicated that he had done his duty. You eagerly gauged every family member's reactions before reading the text yourself.

Ubbe and Ivar smirked, Bjorn looked at this brother and rolled his eyes, Sigurd shook his head, Ragnar winked at his son and got swatted on the head by Aslaug for doing so.

“Hvitserk, next time pay attention to the person you're sending these things to. And trust me when I say there are other ways to seduce a woman.” Aslaug stated sternly but you saw your swore the ghost of a smile appear on her lips.

Torvi, Bjorn's wife, giggled obviously used to the brothers' antics. As for Ubbe's fiancee, Margrethe, she seemed almost annoyed. You knew she had a crush on Hvitserk – and that he had one too at some point – from what Ivar had told you. She was acting as if you had stolen Hvitserk from her and you considered she had no right to act this way. You looked at her smugly, this man was yours ! Nonetheless, you were almost scared to discovered what your boyfriend had sent everyone...just like you had dared him to do.

You reached for your phone into your pocket and your eyes widened when they read what appeared on the screen.

“U so sexy babe. I want to be inside of you so much. I don't think I'll wait 'til we get home. I'm gonna take you on the dinner table in front of everyone or maybe against the kitchen sink while everyone is gathered here. I can picture you perfectly: eyes closed, head leaning on my shoulder, biting your lips to prevent moans from escaping your sexy mouth. First, I'll use my fingers then, they'll be replaced by that big thing you like so much. I'll make you come so hard you'll end up a sobbing mess....and you'll ask for more.”

You watched him and wished you could slap the cocky smile off his face.

“You're proud of yourself, aren't you ?”

He winked. “Why shouldn't I be ? Isn't it the dirtiest sex text you've ever read ?”

You rolled your eyes. “Next time, I'll dare you to declare your love to Ivar. Maybe you'll get embarrassed.”

Hvitserk smiled. “I don't think so. Ivar will probable kill me though.”

“You can bet on that, bro.” Ivar intervened. “By the way, when the two of you get to play, can I watch?”

Hvitserk shrugged. “Don't get caught.”

“Hvitserk !” You shrieked indignantly.

He smiled and kissed your cheek. “Just kidding, babe.”

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. When everyone went to the living room and the booze started o flow, you made your way to the kitchen. You knew you didn't need to – as Aslaug kept telling you – but doing the dishes had always have a cooling effect on you.

Few minutes later, you were so engrossed on your task that you didn't hear Hvitserk coming into the room and you almost screamed when he kissed your neck.

“Don't sneak on me like that.” He kissed your neck again.

Soon, what were just peppering innocent kisses became sensual opened-mouth ones. Then his hips were grinding against your ass and you could instantly feel his arousal.

Butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. You tried to ignore the sweet temptation.

“Hvitserk not here, not now.” He ignored you and sneaked his hand under your skirt to reach your panties. He pulled them aside and inserted two fingers inside you, making you startle. You turned off the tap and tried to free yourself but Hvitserk put his arm around your waist.

“Don't act like you don't want it. You're fully aroused, babe.”

It was true. He didn't need to touch you very long for you to get wet. Sometimes, just his presence was enough to turn you into a puddle.

“Besides, you had your fun. It is my turn and I say we should play the scene I wrote in my text. What do you say ?”

You frantically shook your head, reaching for the sink to support your weak legs. “We're gonna get caught.”

He chuckled against your cheek, his fingers still pleasuring you. “Come on babe, I dare you.”

You whimpered, already lost in the wonderful sensations he was giving you. You looped an arm around his neck and laid your head on his shoulder.

He chuckled again and his fingers left your core. He unfastened his jeans and your heard him put a condom on. Then, his protected sex swiftly entered you. You bit your lips to prevent yourself from crying out.

Hvitserk’s pace was hard and fast. You knew he wouldn't last long, having probably been riled up since he had sent that text. He seemed to sense it as well because one of his hands went down your clit and rapidly circled it. You soon felt the familiar tingling in your belly and your hand gripped his hair as you claimed his lips before reaching your peak.

He groaned into your mouth when he came and you followed, sobbing just like he had predicted. He smiled against your lips and pecked them one last time before letting go of you to get dressed.

You did the same. Still trying to catch your breath, your turned your head towards the door and froze when you saw locks of dark hair in a bun fleeing the scene.

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