VIKINGS IMAGINES [BOOK I]

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She moaned loudly whenever Ubbe thrusted deep inside her as she rode him. Each time she sunk down and he met her rhythm he groaned as his fingers sunk deep into the flesh of her thighs. Their movements weren't slow and passionate, it was quickly and physical, nothing less, nothing more. He groaned loudly as she sunk her nails into his chest for support as she moved.

"Y-Y/n!" Ubbe groaned as he sneaked one of his hands back onto her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as his other hands moved up towards one of her breasts. She knew he was getting close and so was she. She moved faster before sneaking a hand between her folds to rub her clít. They both knew he couldn't cum inside her for various of reasons, first and most importantly was Hvitserk, her husband. Hvitserk and his brother had always fancied her as well as Margrethe yet Hvitserk had always felt more for Y/n and Ubbe had felt the opposite. Their was a physical attraction between her and Ubbe when there was love between her and Hvitserk.

When Ubbe had married Margrethe, he still enjoyed Y/n's company. Margrethe had agreed on sharing her husband with Y/n when her husband had agreed on sharing her with Hvitserk. In the mess of sharing and caring Hvitserk had started to grow strong feelings towards Y/n, her carefree persona, fierce combat skills and intelligent mind. He stopped sleeping with Margrethe and only slept with Y/n before he asked to marry her. Which they did, he'll never forget his wedding, how beautiful his wife had been and he certainly wouldn't forget their wedding night which no one else in Kattegat would neither.

Y/n and Ubbe stopped sleeping together when she married Hvitserk until a few months ago. Margrethe had become ill, which quickly spread through her body and not long after she had died. Hvitserk had felt sorry for his brother who he knew still were attracted to his wife. After talking with Y/n they agreed on letting her sleep with Ubbe again with one simple rule; Ubbe were not allowed to cùm inside her. Hvitserk didn't want his brother to potentially getting his own wife pregnant. That was his job.

With two deep thrusts inside her, she came loudly. Ubbe quickly pulled out since being her trip over he edge made him reach his peak as well. Y/n dropped down next to Ubbe, both trying to catch their breaths as her eyes were glued on his sticky stomach. The muscles visible.

"Fùcking amazing as always," Ubbe breathed as he wiped his release off his stomach with a cloth and she sat up in his bed. She reached out for her dress, that he had thrown onto the floor not long ago. She could feel his eyes burning over her naked back before ehe placed a hand on it.

"Can't you stay a bit longer?" Ubbe asked and rubbed her stomach, she froze as she though what he just had asked of her. Soon a smile covered her lips as she peaked over her shoulder.

"You know I can't, Hvitserk probably misses me," She said and a blush covered her lips when she thought about her husband. Her heartbeat quick and strong in her chest. Ubbe moved over and placed kisses from her shoulder blade to her neck. Y/n only giggled before standing up to get dressed.

"All the goddesses surely are jealous of you Y/n, your body is made to perfection," Ubbe said as his eyes roamed her body as she got dressed. She tied the strings that held everything closed and secure before turning to Ubbe.

"That won't make me stay," She said before kissing his forehead then walking towards the door.

"You will be the death of me Y/n!" Ubbe yelled after her with a smile on his face before a pleased sigh left his lips. Y/n only giggled as she closed the door before walking back home. Hvitserk and herself owned a cabin not far away and soon she found herself opening the door to her warm home.

She smiled when she saw her husband by the fire. A cup of mead in his hand as he stared deeply into the fire. He looked up at her when she closed the door, he forced a smile when she greeted him with one. Y/n frowned when she noticed her husbands rather grumpy mood.

"What's the matter husband?" She said as she walked over to him, giving him a peck on the cheek before sitting down next to him. Hvitserk could feel the smell on her, of his brother, sweat and sex. In the beginning it didn't bother him, he Margrethe to occupy his mind and when she passed he simply felt sorry for her brother. However it had started to bug him more and more. He wanted to be the only one to make her feel good, he had always been slightly possessive over her. He had always said 'my wife', 'my Y/n' and 'my girl' to and about her. He had taken her virginity and it probably had a part in it. She was his, not his brothers. "Hvitserk what is it?"

"How's my brother?" He simply asked and Y/n frowned.

"Good?" She answered him uneasy. "Why?"

"He's not sad or so isn't he?" He continued and she frowned again.

"What is this about?" She asked, finding her voice again. When he didn't answer her she took a firm grip of his jaw, turning his head so their eyes met. His blue ones met her own, she saw the sadness deep inside them which made her worry.

"I don't want you to sleep with him anymore," He mumbled as he removed her hand.

"What?"

"You heard me," He almost spat but mumbled an apology before filling his empty cup with mead.

"Why?"

"I don't want to smell him on your body anymore, I don't want to hear your moaning his name, I don't want to worry about his name slipping through your mouth when I make love to you, I don't want to see him undressing you with his eyes whenever he sees you, I don't want to hear when he tells my brothers how good Y/n treats his brother in law..." Hvitserk rambled but she soon cut him off with her lips on his. With force she kissed him but soon he pulled away, looking into her eyes. "I don't want to taste him on your lips,"

"Then why did you agree with us sleeping together?" She asked him after wiping her mouth, looking into his eyes. Hvitserk only shrugged.

"Because I didn't want to start a family with you just yet back then," He said truthfully. "I don't wan't to sit there with our child, son or daughter, hear it cries and I have to said that its mother is sleeping with my brother," He continued before taking a big gulp of mead. He looked her in the eyes once more when she paced her hand on his cheek.

"Have you told him?" She asked and he shook his head.

"I don't want him to be angry with me,"

"Why would he? I'm your wife not his and I'm sure Ubbe Ragnarsson are perfectly capable at finding another woman," Y/n said before attaching their lips again. Hvitserk smiled into the kiss before kissing back. "I know as a matter of fact he might have his eyes set on someone already," She said as she pulled away. Hvitserk only frowned.

"Who?"

"The blacksmith's daughter," Y/n hummed before looking at the tub behind her. A smirk covered her lips and she looked back at him. "What do you say about joining me in the tub, and making me forget about those night's I've spent with your brother?" She asked and he smirked.

"My baby," He said before smacking their lips together. Soon they made their way towards the bath, moans soon filled their cabin before they sat close together and cuddled. Y/n rested her head on his shoulder as she rested it on the edge of the tub. Hvitserk placed a few kisses on her forehead as he rested his lips there.

"Mine," He said and she chuckled.

"Yours, fully and completely Hvitserk Ragnarsson,"