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This hits deep and I love it so much

Warnings: fluff & smut, 18+!

Pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You finally got to see your favourite metal band and happened to meet the most handsome man you'd ever seen that same night. And he simply couldn't keep his hands off you.

Word count: 6,3k

Note: this all started with a random thought I had when I recently got a ticket to see one of my own fave metal bands(tonight! yeehaw!) so I thought; why not make it a fic! The band name is not mentioned, but it is obviously based on the band I'm seeing today, and, well, if you don't enjoy metal; you can take this entire fic and daydream about it with your own fave artist ;)

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'I've never been patched up by a pretty little thing like you at a show before, so I gotta take my chances, no?'

Finally.

It was finally the night you got to see your favourite metal band in your favourite venue. Unfortunately your friends bailed on you last minute, but that wasn't going to stop you anymore. You were already dressed up cute, wearing a short black dress with platform ankle boots and a sleeveless jacket of the band you were seeing. You were told the supporting act of the night was pretty cool too, so you decided to head to the venue shortly after the doors had opened.

The venue was packed, it was a sold out show, and you pushed your way past sweaty, long haired men when the support act had just started. You could tell the crowd would be good tonight, as the first circle pit of the night was a fact within a minute. You enjoyed a mosh pit sometimes, but this became a little too rowdy for your liking, so halfway during the first act you tried to push your way to the stairs, where you'd have a good view of the crowd and stage from a safe place, without being sucked into a mosh pit, or worse; a wall of death.

You had to give it to the opening act, they were pretty cool, but as you didn't know them, you had no idea that you were about to push through another circle pit. You heard four quick cymbal crashes as the drummer did a countdown and you knew what that meant; run for your fucking life or get caught in the pit.

'Wow there!' a voice shouted in your ear over the heavy guitars. The arms which had captured you now turned you around to face your hero, 'what's a pretty delicate little thing like you doing down here?' a stunning man asked you with a concerned smile.

You already saw the first wave of people move against each other a few metres from you and you tried to jump to the large stairs, but it was too late. You got stuck in the pit. You tried to move along but it was a rough one. You saw some people fall, who were immediately picked up and checked on, and then you saw a wall of death was forming right in front of you. You wanted to quickly move away, but felt yourself stumble over a fierce girl who had also lost her balance. Mid fall you saw she was being picked up and before you could fall down to your knees, you felt two strong arms around your waist, keeping you from falling, pulling you away just before the wall of death collided, and putting you safely aside.

'I- I got… I wanted-,' you stammered as you held onto his muscular arms.

The man who just saved you from a painful experience had to be the most beautiful man you had ever seen. He still had his hands circled around you, making sure you hadn't been hurt by the rough, but well meaning crowd and also so you wouldn't get sucked in again.

You just stared at him, completely enchanted. The young man had dark curls, which stuck to his sweaty forehead before he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back in, what you thought was, the hottest way possible, revealing the scar that graced his forehead. He brushed through his hair, but only one on side though, because the other half of his head was completely shaved. An interesting but sexy look, you thought, especially combined with the goatee he had.

He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt with the band logo of the main act, along with black denim jeans and black combat boots. Around his neck was a Mjölnir pendant, which almost everyone in the crowd was wearing tonight, as you were all there to see a viking metal band. You also saw his hair held a small braid, which had a few beads in it, and he had a viking style tattoo on his neck, which seemed to go up into his hair, but you weren't sure because it wasn't the best light right now to check that out as the first band was still playing.

His jawline was sharp, his shoulders broad and his body muscular. He really looked like a viking warrior and you were in awe. Usually you only bump into the sweaty, old, long haired men at these kinds of shows. So to be saved from an early death by this very handsome stranger was a nice change.

'You okay?' the beautiful man asked, leaning in to you, shouting in your ear over the music.

'Yeah, I think so,' you said.

'What?' he shouted, pulling you closer and bringing his ear close to your lips.

'I think so!' you shouted, feeling giddy at the way his strong arms had pulled you in again.

'Okay,' he smiled and leaned in again, 'you stay off the floor, little thing, the crowd seems rougher than usual!'

'I've noticed!' you shouted, 'and thank you!'

He gave you a smile and a nod as the crowd erupted in cheers for the supporting band. You both turned your head, looking towards the stage while the stranger still had an arm circled around you, keeping you pulled against his chest.

'Hey!' you shouted after you looked up at him, 'you're bleeding!' but your voice got drowned out by a drum solo.

'What?' he shouted.

'You're bleeding! Your eyebrow!' you pulled the man closer so he could hear you.

He brought his free hand up to his eyebrow and felt his own warm blood touch the back of his hand.

'Oh, shit,' the man laughed, looking a little lost at what to do. The cut wasn't bad, but he couldn't leave it like that.

'Come!' you yelled as you took his hand.

You guided him through the crowd, up the stairs, out of the stage hall where the band was playing and into the deserted toilets, where the muffled sound of the live music was a welcoming treat after you both took your earplugs out.

You turned to face the man and finally got a really good look at him. He was absolutely stunning, and in the bright led lights you saw his eyes were two different colours and he was wearing a slight hint of eyeliner. If you weren't already blushing, because it had been hot inside the stage hall, you sure would've started blushing now as he stared down into your eyes.

'Here,' you quickly grabbed some tissues and wiped the blood away from his face, 'are you okay?'

'Yeah,' he laughed sweetly, enjoying the sight of you. His soft, low voice made your knees weak and you tried to place the accent you heard, but you couldn't figure it out.

'Thank you,' he smiled when you were done and did another check to see if the small cut had already stopped bleeding.

'You're welcome, but you should also stay off the floor,' you chuckled.

'You'll have to drag my dead body away from the pit to get me off the floor,' he laughed.

'I'd rather not,' you chuckled and shook your head.

'No?' he asked, tilting his head playfully to the side, 'you're beautiful enough to be a valkyrie, I'd be honoured,' he winked.

'Well aren't you a flirt,' you slapped his chest lightly. And a muscular chest he had.

'I've never been patched up by a pretty little thing like you at a show before, so I gotta take my chances, no?'

'Maybe,' you smiled, blushing again.

He smiled and bit down on his lip as he snuck his arms around you again to pull you close. And you agreed with him, you usually would never do this, but you had to take your chances with this breathtaking man who already had you in his arms anyway. And without thinking your lips crashed in a heated, passionate kiss.

The man was quick to push you into a, luckily still clean, empty toilet stall. He pushed you up against the wall and soon you felt his hands all over your body and in your hair as his tongue had slid into your mouth. You deepened the kiss by wrapping one leg around his waist, which he happily grabbed onto with his rough, warm hand, while you placed your hands on his neck, leaving no space left between your bodies.

'Fuck,' he sighed in between kisses as his hand slipped under your short dress.

'Wait,' you broke the kiss, knowing there was no way you weren't going to get lucky right now, 'do you have a condom?'

'Fuck,' he hissed this time.

He pushed the door open and you both darted your eyes over the still empty toilet hall.

'There!' you said and pointed at a machine next to the door.

'Praise the gods,' the man smiled and you both ran over like giddy school children.

'No,' the man groaned after inspecting the machine, 'it needs coins. Why the hell won't it take a card?'

'I have coins, wait,' you quickly grabbed the bag around your shoulder and searched for a few coins. You found them fast and turned to try and read the instructions on the machine, but the beautiful stranger couldn't keep his hands off you and kept distracting you. His tattooed fingers kept gently pushing your chin up to him as he tried to kiss your lips.

'Be patient, pretty boy,' you giggled, pulling your lips away, which made him whine with a smile.

'Hurry, lady,' he taunted you, flicking his tongue over your lips.

'Okay, okay,' you said once you had dropped a few coins in the machine, 'there!' you said impatiently. Before you could take out the pack yourself, your eager stranger had grabbed it already.

He quickly moved you back into the toilet stall, where his rough hands slipped under your short skirt, pulling your panties down to your feet. You giggled and shook your boots quickly to rid yourself of your lace underwear. Then the man took your hands and brought them to his belt, and without further instructions you made work of his belt, unclasping it and quickly unbuttoning his tight jeans as he lost himself while kissing you. He was so stunning, kissing and touching you in all the right ways while his voice simply made your legs weak, you were soaking wet by the time he had put the condom on.

'How did I get so fucking lucky?' the man smiled against your lips after he had smoothly pushed inside you.

'Fuck,' you gasped as you adjusted to him, holding onto the coat rack that was placed slightly up on the wall to your left, 'I can ask you the same question.'

'You feel lucky?' he grinned, starting to buck his hips as he held you up against the wall with your legs wrapped around him.

'Really fucking lucky,' you moaned, holding on for dear life at that coat rack, 'oh, fuck you feel good.'

'Yeah?' he moaned and kissed you in a sloppy manner, 'you like that? You like me, baby?'

'I do,' you gasped as he quickened his pace, 'I- I like how you feel inside me.'

As you were both a little occupied with each other, neither of you had registered that the support act was already over, and it was only about 10 minutes left before the main act would start. And as you were having a good time, you both didn't stop when a few people had entered the shared toilet hall, not caring if they would hear you. But soon the toilets were deserted again and you heard the muffled intro of your favourite band.

'Oh, shit,' you moaned, 'we're missing the band.'

'I don't care,' he moaned and silenced you with a kiss, 'you're much better than that band.'

'That is a bold statement,' you laughed and let out a loud moan when he seemed to lose his self control, 'oh, fuck, please. Harder, babe.'

'Tell me you fucking like it,' he grunted in your ear.

'I really fucking like it, oh, fuck, you're so good,' your grip on the coat rack tensed and you feared you'd break the whole damn thing off if he kept going.

'Ahh, you feel so good, baby,' he groaned with a smirk, 'nice and tight around my cock,' he laughed mischievously, 'you pretty little thing,' he sighed as he looked in your eyes, 'so pretty, baby.'

'Wait- wait,' you suddenly said out of breath, 'I don't even know your name!'

'It's S-Sihtric,' he grunted.

'Sihtric,' you moaned, 'you feel so fucking good,' you pulled his hair, 'I want you all night, please!'

You drove Sihtric mad as you pulled his hair, and he demanded to know your name while he fucked you good and hard, throughout the first two songs of the band you were both supposed to see.

'Oh, fuck!' Sihtric moaned, nearing his high and he laughed as he watched how you enjoyed him.

'Fuck, babe, I think I'm in love,' he said with half open eyes, his slightly parted lips touching yours as he smiled, 'go home with me, ahh,' he hissed, 'will you come back home with me tonight, pretty thing?'

'Ye-yeah,' your moans are becoming louder and heavier, 'please, Sihtric,' you begged, 'I'm so close right now, don't stop, please.'

Moments later you both came with loud, heavy moans as your fingers dug into each other's skin. Sihtric stilled in you as he tried to catch his breath while he rested his forehead on your shoulder. And you let your head fall back against the wall as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Fuck,' you sighed, to which Sihtric looked up at you, clearly still not recovered from his high and he laughed.

'I know-,' he said, but had to pause as he was panting, 'I know you will never believe me,' he chuckled, 'but this is not something I usually do, I swear.'

'I-I believe you,' you said in between heavy breaths with a smile, 'neither do I, I swear it.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed as his breathing gradually slowed down again, and with a soft moan he pulled out and gently set you back on your feet.

You grabbed your panties and put them back on, after which you pulled your short dress down again while Sihtric clasped his belt. When you were both dressed again you looked at each other and started to laugh.

'Shit,' Sihtric chuckled and bit down on his lip as he pulled you closer by your hand, 'you're really fucking beautiful.'

'So are you,' you smiled and suddenly blushed heavily.

'Are you alone here?' he asked, wrapping his arms around you.

'Yeah, my friends bailed on me last minute,' you pouted.

'Auch,' Sihtric smiled, 'but lucky for me.'

'And me. But what about you? You alone?' you smiled when he nuzzled your nose and brought his hand to your cheek, giving you another openmouthed kiss.

'Hm, no,' he sighed, 'but I already lost my friends after that first mosh pit,' he shrugged lightly, 'so…,' Sihtric stepped back and leaned against the locked door as he gently pulled your hands with a shy smile, 'stay with me?'

'I'd like that,' you nodded.

He gave you another kiss, licking your lips softly as he did and then he unlocked the door. He opened it and stepped aside, allowing you to walk out first. And when you did, you felt he suddenly pulled your skirt down as far as possible.

'Hey,' you turned and laughed, 'what are you doing?'

'Covering you up, pretty thing,' Sihtric smiled and kissed you again, 'I just claimed that,' he winked, 'can't have anyone else try to get a look at you.'

You laughed and pulled him with you out of the toilet stall, into the hallway that leads to the stage hall. You wanted to see your favourite band, but you couldn't resist the pretty boy and before you knew it he had you pinned against the wall, kissing you slowly and sloppily.

'You gotta stop,' you giggled, 'might want to go again.'

'You want to go again?' Sihtric grinned.

'Maybe after the show,' you shrugged with a smile, but soon your smile dropped and your eyes grew wide as you heard the intro to your favourite song, 'it's my song!'

'This one? The Great Heathen Army?' Sihtric smiled while you nodded, pulling you away from the wall, 'go on then, little heathen,' he chuckled and cocked his head over to the doors that kept most of the sound out of the hallway you were in. You were both quick to put your earplugs back in and you took his hand, taking him with you as you stepped back into the crowd. Sihtric followed you wherever you took him and, once you found a good spot on the stairs, he stood behind you and snuck his arms around your waist again, pecking your cheek as you enjoyed your favourite song as well as the handsome man who seemed obsessed with you.

In between songs you kept turning to each other, hugging and smiling. Kissing, licking, sucking and biting each other's lips whenever you could. Your hands trailed up his biceps as Sihtric held his hands lightly on your hips when he leaned in.

'You're so sexy,' he said in your ear before he kissed you again, 'let me buy you a drink?'

You nodded with a smile, not even attempting to make him hear you over the music.

'What do you want?' he asked, leaning in even closer, keeping one hand on your lower back as he waited for your answer.

'Just water,' you smiled.

Sihtric heard you and took your hand in his, taking you with him as he made way to the bar. You enjoyed a few drinks together while trying to watch the rest of the show when you weren't distracting each other for a few seconds. But his arms were around you constantly, the same way you never strayed far from his chest. As the time passed, you saw a certain hunger in his eyes each time he kissed you. And he became greedier with each kiss, but you knew he wasn't just hungry for you, no, you could tell he was hungry for the controlled violence of a mosh pit and a wall of death. He needed it. And you assumed, upon seeing his many scars, he lived for it too.

'Hey,' you said when you knew the show would end soon, 'you want to get back to the floor?'

'No, I'm not taking you back there, baby,' Sihtric said.

'But I can see you want to get in the crowd again.'

Sihtric contemplated clearly, but then squeezed you a little tighter, 'I'm fine up here,' he smiled.

'No, you're not,' you laughed in his ear, to which you felt him push his hips against yours for a second, 'I can see you want to get in that wall of death. It's okay, go there.'

'But I don't want you in there.'

'I can wait here, Sihtric,' you told him.

'Are you sure?'

'Of course! You can find me here, right?'

'Promise you wait here?'

You nodded quickly at him when he leaned back to look at you.

'You won't run away? Promise you stay here, baby?' he asked again.

'I promise.'

'Stay here. I will come back to you. Okay?'

You nodded again and gave him a quick kiss, 'I promise, babe.'

Sihtric took a step back and looked down at the crowd, then back at you again as he held your hand.

'Fuck,' he grunted, 'baby, give me your number. I'm afraid I may not find you again when I go now.'

'Sure,' you smiled, thrilled that he clearly was into you, and not just because of the good sex you just had, 'give me your phone, I'll type it in.'

'Fuck,' he said again, pulling you close, 'my phone's in a locker.'

'Then give me your number?'

'Baby, I don't know my number,' he rubbed his eyes in frustration. Your smile dropped for a moment.

'I promise I'll stay here, I'll try to keep an eye on you from here, maybe I can find you?'

'I'm not sure,' he glanced at the bar, 'wait, wait,' he pulled you with him. At the bar he asked for a marker and a piece of paper, but they only had a half working pen, seeing no other option, Sihtric took it and turned to you.

'Write your number on my hand?' he asked.

Sihtric stared at you, completely in love, as you tried to write your number on his palm. But the pen was absolute shit and nothing came out. Without asking he turned his hand, and you tried to write on the back of his hand, which went a little better, but it still felt as if you were carving your number in his skin rather than writing it on his skin.

'I'm so sorry,' you said, 'can you read it?'

Sihtric looked at his hand and nodded with a smile, 'I can, thank you, baby. But stay here, okay? I will come back, I promise,' he said quickly.

He was fast to kiss your cheek, then your lips and as he stepped away, he kissed your hand while he looked into your eyes, before he really had to let go and sprinted off the stairs, making his way through the crowd, occasionally glancing back at you until he reached the floor, just in time for the last three songs. Your eyes followed your handsome lover, for the night at least, and you saw how he claimed his place as the crowd parted for another wall of death as the intro to 'Shield Wall' blasted through the venue.

You laughed and bit your lip as you saw how Sihtric, and everyone else in line, taunted the people who were on the opposite side. You held your breath when you heard the warning sign, those four cymbal crashes, and then the guitars roared and the double bass drum kicked in along with a growl from the leadsinger. You watched both sides run at each other, colliding and emerging into a gigantic mosh pit that took up almost the whole floor for the entire last two songs. You hoped Sihtric came out fine, as you saw some people already limping out after a minute.

Your eyes had lost him but you enjoyed the last song on your own perfectly fine. Just when you got slightly worried you'd never see him again after the band walked off stage, you felt someone sneak his arms around you from behind, and before you could turn around you heard Sihtric's voice in your ear.

'It's me, little heathen,' he pecked your cheek.

'Sihtric!' you smiled when you faced him, pulling him in for a kiss immediately, 'are you okay?'

'I am, sweetheart, no blood this time,' he smiled and held your face in his hands, kissing you tenderly but hungry, 'hm,' he hummed, 'I'm taking you home with me, pretty lady.'

'Oh, are you?'

'I am,' Sihtric smiled against your lips, 'watch me,' he said before he kissed you again.

You could not get enough of this man. You would usually never go home with someone you had met only two hours ago, let alone have sex with someone you had met only 30 minutes prior to that. But you'd throw all your morals out of the window for this guy.

'Come,' Sihtric said and took your hand, placing it sweetly on his chest for a moment, 'I gotta get my phone and my keys out of the locker. And then I have to try and find my friends, check in on them, you know?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'of course.' And you followed him down the stairs, out of the stage hall and into the overcrowded hallway to the lockers.

'Stay close, baby,' Sihtric said, holding your hand tight in his as he looked back at you over his shoulder, 'I can't lose you now.'

'You won't,' you reassured him with a smile, to which he winked in return.

He quickly turned his face away from you when you heard a few men shout his name. You looked to where the voices came from, as did Sihtric, and you saw two men cheering and waving him over. Sihtric held his free hand up to signal them he was coming over, but his friends were fast to grab his hand and pulled him quickly through the crowd towards them. Your hand slipped out of Sihtric's grip during the sudden pull, and even though he immediately snapped his head back to you, his eyes couldn't track you down. You had already moved at least two metres further as you were part of the crowd who were leaving the venue.

You gasped at the loss of his hand and tried to look for him, or his friends, but everyone was much taller than you, it was hopeless. You decided that going outside and waiting in front of the venue was probably the best thing to do. You'd surely find him as there was only one way in and out of the venue.

And so you waited. You waited nearly two hours, but no sight of Sihtric or his friends. After an hour you asked the security if you could go back in, telling him you lost your keys inside, but the man was ruthless and said you had to call the box office tomorrow morning. You were severely underdressed in your short dress and you were trembling from the night's cool temperature, cursing yourself for not bringing a jacket with sleeves. But then again, you also didn't plan on waiting outside after the show. You were supposed to be back home, in bed already.

You kicked at a few rocks outside the venue as you paced back and forth while you kept checking your phone. No call or text from the pretty boy named Sihtric. You stood there for minutes, hands in your hair, sad eyes as you hoped to still see him walk out, but you were running out of time. You lived just outside the centre and your last bus would go in 20 minutes. You had to slowly make your way back to the bus stop.

With very few steps you took away from the venue, you stopped to turn and lingered for a moment, desperately hoping you'd suddenly see him. But you had to be honest with yourself, it had been over two hours now, there was no way you'd hear from him if he wasn't really interested in seeing you for the remainder of the night. You figured he probably found another "pretty thing" to take home. You sighed and turned to walk away, sulking while putting your headphones on as you walked around the corner.

**************

'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' Sihtric hissed as he sat outside, looking at the back of his hand, staring with teary eyes at your number, of which the last two digits got smudged somehow. He only just noticed it after his friends had said goodbye and went home. Sihtric had told them all about you and said he wasn't leaving before he had found you again, but they didn't have to wait for him, he said he had your number so it would be fine. But then he sat down and looked at his hand.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes as he desperately tried to recall your number in his head, without success.

'Fuck it,' he sighed and took out his phone, which would keep him busy for nearly two hours.

***************

About 30 seconds after you decided to walk to the bus, your phone rang. You quickly took it out of your bag and looked at the screen.

'Oh my god,' you gasped, seeing a number you didn't know and picked up with shaking hands, 'Sihtric?'

'Baby!' Sihtric yelled, 'thank the fucking gods,' he sighed desperately on the other side.

'Sihtric! Where are you?' your voice trembled as much as your hands and entire body did, 'I've been waiting outside since I lost you.'

'What? But where? I have been outside too!'

'I was at the main entrance,' you laughed quietly, a mad laugh almost.

'You're kidding. Are you still there?'

'No, I just walked around the corner, wait, let me go back,' you said as you hopped back fast to your spot, 'the venue is to my left now,' you said as you kept walking.

'Wait,' Sihtric said and you heard him getting up, 'I'm around the corner, I've been sitting across from the church the whole time, they opened another exit because it was so crowded inside.'

'Are you fucking kidding me?' you could cry now, but you didn't want to seem desperate so you held it together.

'I'm back in the main entrance street now,' he said, 'where are you, baby?'

You moved quickly past the remaining groups of people and then you suddenly saw him. Sihtric, the beautiful man who hadn't been able to keep his hands off you all night. You saw him talking on the phone to you as you heard him.

'Wait, Sihtric! I see you!' you gasped with excitement, 'I see you, babe!'

'Ahh,' Sihtric hissed, 'where are you? I can't find y,-' his eyes suddenly found you while you tried to run to him, but the people who lingered in the street kept blocking your way. After you had pushed past the last group you saw how his hand, which held his phone, slowly dropped from his ear while his eyes grew wide, like his smile, while his free hand ran through his hair. He ran up to you, teary eyed, and you then knew he had been just as desperate as you had been, waiting for hours. You jumped in his arms and he spun you around.

'Baby!' he laughed, squeezing you so hard you thought you would die for a moment. He quickly cupped your cheeks and kissed you, the same way he had been kissing you all night, eagerly, lovingly, hungry and a little sloppy, but so very sexy.

'Sihtric,' you sighed and chuckled as you trembled.

'Hey,' Sihtric looked suddenly concerned when he saw your shivering body, ' oh, no,' he sighed, 'you've been waiting out in the cold like this?'

You smiled weakly and nodded while you rubbed your arms as you looked up at him.

'Fuck,' he said, quickly taking off his thick flannel jacket and he threw it around you shoulders, pulling you against his warm chest, 'you'll catch a cold, babe.'

'I'll be fine,' you smiled, closing your eyes as you were pressed against his chest, allowing his body heat to warm you along with his jacket, 'what took you so long to call me?' you looked up at him.

'Babe,' Sihtric scoffed lightly and chuckled before he shook his head, 'so, at some point I wiped the back of hand over my forehead, probably after the mosh pit when I was getting back to you, and it smudged the last two fucking digits of your number.'

'Oh, no,' you sighed and had to giggle.

'Yeah,' Sihtric said seriously, but with a smile, 'I sat there for two fucking hours trying every combination,' he showed you his hand, 'I could see the second to last one had to be an eight or a six, so I just tried everything. I don't know how many random people I have pissed off before I finally got it right.'

'Are you kidding me,' you took his face in your hands.

'I wish I was,' he laughed and leaned his face against yours, 'I can't believe I found you back.'

Sihtric kissed you desperately, as if he was afraid you'd slip out of his grip again.

'But,' he said after he broke the kiss, 'you had to catch a bus?'

'No, it's fine,' you said. But it wasn't fine, you knew you had missed your last bus and had to walk 45 minutes home now, 'but wait, Sihtric, where are you even from? I mean… your accent?'

'I'm a Dane, love,' he said.

'Oh,' you said, and Sihtric saw how your face dropped.

'Oh, no, no!' he said quickly, 'I am from Denmark, but I moved here a few months ago. I live here, in the city.'

'What? You live here?'

'Yeah? Where do you live?'

'Well, in this city too!' you chuckled with disbelief, 'I just live outside the centre.'

'No,' Sihtric was afraid to smile, 'don't- don't mess with me, baby.'

'I'm not!' you smiled.

Sihtric laughed and bit his lip again as he stared at you with his beautiful eyes.

'I- I know it should be impossible,' he smiled, 'but I'm so in love with you, and… you know,' he spoke softly now and shook his head lightly, 'I'm going to marry you one day.'

You couldn't help but laugh. You had fallen ridiculously hard as well for the Dane, but you couldn't even say the words.

'You don't believe me?' he nuzzled your nose softly after he heard you laugh.

'Hmm,' you hummed, it was all you could bring out when you pulled him close again.

'I'm going to marry you, watch me,' he smiled and pecked your lips.

'If you say so,' you blushed.

'Mhm. Hey, when is your next bus?'

'Eh,' you chuckled, 'there is no next bus. I gotta walk home now. But that's okay! It's not the first time.'

'What? No! How far is it?'

'Like forty five minutes,' you grinned.

'Oh, absolutely not,' Sihtric said sternly.

'What?' you looked surprised.

'If you think I am letting you walk home, nearly an hour, dressed like that?' he shook his head, 'no. No, I'll drive you, baby, I live around the corner here. I won't take no for an answer.'

And he pulled you with him, wrapping his arm around your neck as he walked you to his home. It was a short walk, which you were happy about because your legs were freezing.

'Okay,' Sihtric said, 'I just… I…,' he stammered, 'I swear this is not a way to get you into my house, but I really need to feed my cats before I get you home, okay?'

'You have cats?' you asked as he turned away from you to unlock his door.

'More like devils, but yes, we can call them cats,' he mumbled.

You got excited and he didn't even need to ask if you wanted to come in. You followed him quickly through the door, and Sihtric melted inside at the way you were eager to see the animals. He opened the hallway door and was immediately greeted by his two cats. He scooped one up and turned to you, 'This is Odin,' he said with a smile as he stroked a fluffy grey ragdoll in his arms.

'Oh my god,' you squealed as you saw the cat.

'And this,' Sihtric paused to put Odin back in his feet, and he groaned lightly as he came back up to face you while holding large, black maincoon, which had to be at least 6 kilos by the looks of it, 'this is Thor,' Sihtric said proudly and he laughed when he saw your face.

You had fallen in love again tonight.

'Oh my god,' you said again, making your way over to Sihtric, completely ignoring him as you managed to pet the cat, who started to purr.

'Hey,' you said to the cat, 'who's a handsome cat, who is a handsome cat?' you said as you nuzzled your nose at his soft head.

'Lucky bastard. She didn't say that to me,' Sihtric mumbled towards the cat.

'Oh, please,' you laughed and looked up at him, 'you're a handsome cat too,' you smiled.

'I sure hope so,' Sihtric laughed and leaned in again, kissing you just as nicely as he had done the entire night.

Except you missed his hands on your body now, because he was still holding the cat, so you placed your hands on his neck to keep him as close as possible, to which the cat started to meow. The meowing only grew louder and more annoying as you both ignored the cat, until neither of you could hold your laugh anymore, and Sihtric put the cat down on his feet.

'Okay,' he sniffed, 'let me feed them quickly, then I'll take you home,' he said and kissed your cheek as he squeezed your hand lightly. You watched him disappear into his kitchen where you heard him rustling around.

You didn't actually want to leave him, if you were honest.

'I-I could stay,' you said cautiously. You anxiously waited for his reply, but it took longer than you anticipated, until he poked his head around the corner.

'Are you sure, baby?' he wiped his hands on his shirt when he walked back to you.

'I mean… if- if you want me to of course.'

'Of course I do,' he smiled shyly, 'but we- you- I mean… w-we can just cuddle, you know? Or make out. But I-I'm not expecting you to have sex with me again tonight. I just want to be clear about that, okay?'

'No, of course. I know,' you smiled shyly too, 'I… I'd like to cuddle with you,' you said.

'I'd like that too,' Sihtric smiled and pulled you in for another kiss, 'but… I really need a shower first,' he grimaced.

'Oh, yeah, no, me too,' you chuckled.

And when you locked eyes again, both showing a sly smile, you knew you were both thinking the same thing.

And Sihtric was quick to pull you up the stairs with him to his bathroom, where you gladly took off his shirt, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world when you saw his muscular body, glistening with sweat, and you couldn't wait to kiss him all over, during or after the shower; you didn't care, you wanted him again and again and again.

And so did Sihtric. He couldn't wait to properly worship you the way he had wanted to since he first laid eyes on you in the pit earlier that night, but he loved to tease and take his time, so he would. And besides, he was in no real rush right now, because he already knew he was going to marry you.

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Just a Smutty Poly The Last Kingdom Dump.1

Finan is W I C K E D at doggy

Sihtric prefer it when you ride him

And gods have mercy on Osferth in any type of coupling where he can press his face into the crook of your neck and just nuzzle and whimper there

Finan is fucking you doggy style, his fingers press into the fleshy parts of your hips, leaving bruises int he shape of his fingertips. He does not mean to hurt you, but his thrusts are so powerful he'd otherwise keep scooting you up the bed until your head'd bang against the wall.

Sihtirc holds you by the hips, too. While you ride him, his hands feebly hold onto the bony parts of your hips, his thumbs pressing down on your skin. He does his best to keep still, but his pelvis rolls up to meet yours every single time you sink down on him.

Osferth on the contrary keeps still. You're in his lap with gangly arms wrapped around you, holding you tightly against his sweaty body. His face is pressed into the junction between your neck and your shoulder. With every slow undulation of your hips, he whimpers. Already desperate.

Osferth has the biggest cock, but defo needs to be taught how to propperly wield it.

Not that Finan or Sihtric are by any means small!!!

Though Finan is thicker than Sihtric

Sihtric is the loudest, whole Cookham/Bebbanburg/Winchester/whereever knows when you are with him. He is a moaner for true and his mind goes blank. There is barely getting a word out of him. At least, not anything sensible.

Finan is the dirty talker. He'll employ a husky, growling yet quiet tone. His Irish accent lends itself perfectly for the filthy things he is breathing into your ear. And by the gods will Finan get filthy!

Osferth is a whimperer. Sometimes quietly, sometimes loudly. Keening whimper he muffles in the crook of your neck or against your chest. He loves to smother his whining between your breasts.

Giving Osferth a blowjob, whilst he has no idea what to do with any part of him. Suddenly hus arms feel too heavy, his hands too clumsy and where to his face? What to do with his weak, wanting mouth?

Sihtric holds himself much better. Though he gets desperate real quick. He'll try not to claw at your hair or shoulders. He'll try to keep it down. He does not succeed. He is threading his fingers through your hair, gripping at your shoulder and babbling nonsense. Mostly he says 'please' and 'gods' just over and over while his thighs quake.

Finan is by far the best at taking a blowing. He keeps mostly composed, he stands firm and gently strokes your face. He praises you in a warm husky voice and smirks down on you. You're his good little heathen and you are doing so well for him. He fucks your mouth in a gentle pace, making sure it is what you can handle.

They all three love eating you out.

They will fight each other for a chance to be burried face first in your cunt

Osferth is at first not very good, but so fucking eager. He just wants all of it. He does full earmuff, sucking and licking on every part of your womanhood, whimpering all the while. He's drooling a little while he does it and grinds himself down on the bed with how wickedly hard it makes him.

He eventually gets better, though. After thorough instruction from Finan, he knows how you like things and to listen to your tells.

He can curl his tongue just into your gspot and it is as close to heaven as you will ever come.

Sihtric will never not be sloppy, but in a good way. He seems to be everywhere all at once. He's lapping, prodding his tongue everywhere and lacks pacing. The thing that makes up for his lack of consistency is that he does all of it. Suck, lick, nip, kiss, everywhere, until you cum.

Finan will not only use his mouth when he is eating you out. He fingers defo will get involved, too. Be it to rub your clit while he tongue fucks you or to fuck you on two fingers while he sucks your clit. He is absolutely going for overstimulation. He wants your wet arousal all over his beard!

Finan teaching Osferth how to eat you out! Of course Sihtric is watching and giving commentary

The Irishman makes sure he has Osferth's consent, of course!

He grabs his baby monk's coppery blond hair and shoves him between your thighs. He'll instruct Osferth exactly how to do it.

And gods will he praise him, when you are moaning and writhing in pleasure.

He might even bark at Sihtric to give Osferth some good eating out in his turn.

Secretly Finan loves being bossy to the other lads.

Am I still on about Osferth in regards to Oral, yes I am! Bc Osferth has no idea what to do with himself when he gets sucked off, keeping one of the other lads around when you blow him is always happy.

Osferth is all too glad to someone to snog or to kiss on while you suck his cock.

He'll be holding on to Sihtric's arm and side, clawing feebly while mouthing along the Dane's neck between desperate whines.

Or snogging Finan, tugging at the Irishman's hair.

He lasts much longer like that too. Keep him occupied, it works!

Osferth is very eager in sucking cock, too

Especially Finan's Because Finan praises him so well.

Osferth adores being praised

As does Sihtric

Finan is defo one to do the praising

He is not very wont to beg

Osferth and Sihtric all the more

Sihtric can go for it at any time, at any place. In full public if you were so inclined. He has no shame, as long as he is pleasing you.

Osferth on the other hand wants privacy. Even the fact that you might be heard having sex turns his ears red like beets.

Finan falls in the middle. He does not mind fucking you in the stables or the orchard when he knows no one is around, but he does prefer the privacy of a tent of chambers of your own.

Finan has the highest stamina.

But Sihtric the shortest refractory period.

All three of them love your breasts, they worship those little fun mounds.

SMOTHER Osferth with your breasts! He'll nose against your soft flesh, whining and licking and softly praising how sweet your scent and soft your skin. And a lot of 'oh god'.

He'll grind against your thigh while lavishing at your chest.

Sihtric loves to suckle at your nipples, pretending to nurse. Bonus points when you actually lactate. Sihtric will barely want to leave your bossoms.

No, genuinely, he just wants to curl into your and suckle on your tiddies.

Finan is more grabber. He loves having your breasts in his hands. Groping and tugging at your nipples and pressing his fingers into your soft flesh.

Sihtric is openly a freak.

He has no shame and he has kinks!

And he is more or less a sub

And he has no qualms in expressing it. He'll happily call you mistress/mommy/milady/anything you like. In fucking public!

He will also gladly discuss his kinks.

Wana know how exactly to tie him up, sure! How about we talk about spanking, all good

Finan is a freak too

Though he is more a freak on the DL. Sure, he is not beyond pinching your ass in public or nuzzling a hickey he previously left on your neck, when you are sitting around the fire with the gang.

But he knows how to keep the real juicy stuff under wraps until you two are in private.

OSFERTH THO

Osferth is the secret freak.

Pious ex monk by day, absolute freak by night!

He might like it when you choke him a little. And he might choke you too, with those long thin fingers carefully retricting your breathing.

And the hickies he gives you, oh gods!

He loves seeing you are his!!!

He wants people to see he is your too. Mark him up and feel him squirm against you.

Breeding is a thing for all three of them.

But Osferth is the worst of them.

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