#only to then have the sweetest and gentlest sex ever with our tongue down each others throats

[nerdinyourarms]

Some soft, intense making out. Losing ourselves in the sweet kissing sounds our mouths make in rhythm as you're subtly pushing me back, your hands gliding over me until I'm just moaning into your mouth as you keep your magic going your tongue dancing down my throat. Until I'm so worked up that my minds gone completely fuzzy and not even noticed that you're now straddling me, pinning my hands to the headboard and holding them tightly. Maintaining your gorgeous eyes on mine, carefully undressing me. A smile appearing on your face as you watch my already delirious, bright red expression become enraptured as you start sliding me in gently, grinding yourself back and forth on it and once again.. putting your mouth to mine, my sweet sounds, and gasps lost in there, taking it all in.

Would fix me just saying.

[hecohansen31]

You are literally the sweetest person ever! Thank you for writing a birthday imagine with Ivar and Roman😭🥺❤️ (my birthday is the 5th of january but since it’s so soon, write it whenever you find the time for it:)) I have no wishes or whatsoever for the imagine! I know it will be perfect like everything you write!

(A/N): Hello there, lovely!

In here it’s officially the 5th of January and I wanted to wish you the happiest of birthday you might ever celebrate!

I am extremely grateful to have you in my Tumblr life, because you have been one of my biggest supporters and inspirations, with your ideas and sweet words and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to properly thank you for that, but I hope that this fic will cover a bit of how thankful I am!

I really hope you’ll enjoy it, and you’ll be able to pass a wicked and wonderful birthday with our two idiots, and as always: if this doesn’t satiate you, I am more than happy, to rewrite it all over again.

I went with modern! AU, because I haven’t been writing about it and I thought you were missing it!

Hope you’ll enjoy it!

WARNINGS: Sex, Threesome, Oral Sex (Male Receiving), Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Cum-Play, Birthday Sex.

You were woken up by the smell of homemade pancakes, meanwhile the first notes of ‘happy birthday’ started playing from a phone, the record having been used as some kind of alarm, meanwhile as soon as your brain recognized the song, you huffed in annoyance.

You opened one eye and then the other, catching the light that came from the raised blinds, and then cuddled against the comforter again, as ‘happy birthday’ came to an end, before it started replaying all over again and a male laugh vibrated in the room, meanwhile two pair of steps walked in.

As you opened again your eyes, you caught your two idiotic lovers staring at you, meanwhile you stretched yourself lightly onto the mattress, as they sat beside you, on each of your sides, and Roman pushed a plate full of pancakes onto the nightstand.

A little candle was on top of it, remembering you again that today was indeed your birthday.

You smirked softly, although you had never liked to celebrate it.

But the boys hadn’t gotten the memo.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart” mumbled softly Roman, gently lowering himself to kiss your forehead, as Ivar gripped softly one of your hand.

“It was Roman’s idea, I told him we should have just waited for you to wake up, and avoid the entire ‘happy birthday’ shit” he justified himself, having known well how much you disliked to ‘grow old’ as you liked to mutter about your birthday.

“I am still surprised you remember about my birthday” you joked, turning to your grumpy lover, who hid his face away from you.

“How could I forget, sweetheart?” he mumbled, before he swiftly turned to you, his lips so close to yours that they hovered in an ‘almost kiss’ but it was enough for you to tempt you to complete the distance in a soft kiss, tenderness being emitted from his plush lips.

Roman brought you back to reality, strongly gripping onto your other hand, growling jealously, meanwhile you slipped out of Ivar’s mouth with a soft giggle, as you mumbled something about ‘jealousy, the monster with the green eyes’.

“Don’t I get a ‘thank you’ for the pancakes?” asked desperately Roman, plucking up his pretty lips, waiting for a kiss, which you denied him, pushing a hand onto his lips.

“Definitely no, since you didn’t make them” the last time Roman had done anything in the kitchen, the firefighters had been involved “… but I’ll give you a kiss for bringing them here”.

And you leaned down, and exactly as the kiss with Ivar had been tender and sweet, the one with Roman was sinful and delightful, his tongue teasing your lower lips, before he took advantage of a moan to enter your mouth, pushing and pulling, before he sucked softly on you own tongue.

It awakened something between you legs and you shifted in your position lightly, which quickly caught Ivar’s attention, his hands slowly lowering the blanket which covered your body, clad in a simple shirt with the Wonder Woman logo and some panties, where Ivar’s hands reached, finding his ‘treasure cove’.

“Don’t start without me” reprimanded him Roman, although his tone didn’t hold any kind of bitterness.

It had passed six months, since Ivar had come back in your life, since he had joined, although reluctantly, the relationship you already had with Roman.

Both the boys had grown to stop hating each other and had started collaborating which was by far more pleasurable for you two and the two boys had started, although begrudgingly, to respect each other, even relying on the other, when they needed it.

“Then don’t be so slow” Ivar mumbled, his fingers teasing abstract patterns over the cotton of your panties, which made you wish you had chosen a different pair, since these weren’t the most sinful you had, but with the reaction you felt from Roman, you were sure you never failed to excite them.

That kind of power made you hazy and desperate, knowing that they cherished you as a goddess.

“Peace, boys!” you commanded, gently lifting Roman’s face to focus it onto you “… I have other things that could use your energies right now”:

And you offered him a good look of your raising chest, your nipples lightly showing behind the grey fabric, and Roman didn’t need to be told twice, immediately coming to tease the sensible skin over the fabric, before he took a step further and put his mouth on it, wetting the fabric, which created a delicious friction.

A moan inevitably escaped your mouth, and Ivar had to step up his game, his hand quickly slipping in your panties, but he didn’t dare to touch your most sensible part, as he mapped out gently your little Venus mount, pushing your fold to swollen gently, under the delicate touch of his fingertips.

He looked ruthless, but he reserved the gentlest of attentions to you.

Whereas Roman could appear all gentlemanly, but he had a wild soul, because as soon as he had managed to push the fabric of your shirt over your chest, revealing to him your breasts, he had started a delicious torture of your chest, teasing it with his teeth, biting with enough force that you were sure there would be bruises.

But you certainly didn’t mind it right now.

When Ivar’s finger finally brushed against your pearl, you were sure that you had gone straight up to Heaven and moaned loud enough that you were sure that your noisy neighbor would have known exactly, the way you had woken up.

Certainly not a bad way.

Roman’s gesture softened, and he kneaded your breasts, almost in a playful way that made you giggle softly, as Ivar kept the assault on your pearl, before his finger teased gently between your folds, eventually entering you in fluid motion and a slow rhythm that left you positively breathless.

“… are you feeling good, sweetheart?” asked Roman, in you ear, meanwhile he pushed a few of your already-damp-hair away from your sweaty face, as he proceeded to lay an open mouthed kiss onto your neck, which then soon turned into an hickey.

Sex wasn’t half fun, if you weren’t all marked up by the end of it.

“… because you look like you are having quite a wonderful time” he joked softly, his hand moving down and lower of your breast, meeting Ivar’s hand and gently teasing your pearl, which was poorly neglected by Ivar “… Ivar is making you feel good, isn’t he”.

You nodded fervently and felt Ivar smirk at that reaction, knowing all too well that being praised that way only went to his already ‘big’ ego, and one of your hand shut out to his chest, gently tracing the muscles there, as another reached lower and you settled on your side to face him.

Roman didn’t seem too annoyed by the change, adjusting his hand to continue on teasing you, but what surprised you further was his bulging hard-on, definitely flattering as he pulled on your hand, pushing your ass back onto him, meanwhile Ivar, inserted another finger, gently curling them inward.

It was enough to unfold you, even more due to the sensitivity of your skin in your recently awaken state, which made you particularly prone to pleasure and once you were stroked just right… you completely lost yourself in the first orgasm of the day, coming copiously on Ivar’s fingers, as you pushed yourself onto Roman’s hard-on.

You took a few minutes to ride the pleasure, as Ivar kept on teasing you, although he had exited you, simply rubbing your outer lips, finishing the entire session with a small slap on your pearl, making you moan out loudly, your sensitivity spiking up, due to the pain mixed with pleasure.

“… happy birthday, girlie” giggled Ivar as he pushed you into his chest, and you also felt his own excitement and you knew all too well it wasn’t over.

Thankfully so.

“You get to decide how you want us next” suggested Roman in your ear, relenting control completely to you, which was rare, but appreciated “… but don’t make us wait too long or the pancakes will grow cold”.

You were sure they had already grown cold, but didn’t dare to contradict your lover, knowing al too well that as he relented control to you, he could take it back, meanwhile Ivar gently cuddled you in his arms, laying kisses all over your face.

“What about you in my mouth and Ivar taking me?” you suggested, gently turning to Ivar to give him some attention, to show him you were grateful for his presence, since he could be quite ‘touchy’, rubbing slowly your wetness against his barely hidden erection.

He moaned lightly, caught by surprise, meanwhile Roman giggled, as he mumbled about how ‘Ivar was the most sensitive of you all’.

He pushed himself against your wetness, rutting lightly against you, and you joined your lips in a kiss, meanwhile a slight slap on your ass from a jealous Roman brought you back to reality and you giggled, pushing Ivar to get the condoms, meanwhile you comforted the ‘spoiled brat’ of the relationship.

“…you also want some birthday cuddles, don’t you?” you joked, turning around to envelop in a loose hug Roman, who pushed himself to don other hickeys to your neck, meanwhile your hands went down his sweatpants, teasing him, and hearing him growl as he tried to control himself and your wishes, knowing all too well that he wanted nothing more than to flip onto your stomach and take you.

“I fucking love you” he growled onto your lips, and you couldn’t help but feel like you never ever would get tired of hearing him and Ivar say it “... even if you are old as fuck”.

“I hate you” you pushed him back, and Ivar who had witnessed the exchange from the threshold of your shared bedroom giggled, as he joined you slowly into bed.

“Dude, that’s why she prefers me when I fuck her” he muttered, sending Roman a meaningful look, meanwhile you settled onto his arms, flicking the finger to a smirking Roman “… I know when to keep my mouth shut”.

“Yeah yeah, now shut the fuck up and fuck her” Roman replied, and you tightened your grip onto his dick, making him yelp lightly “… shit, can’t wait to fuck your little mouth and shut you up, teasing brat”.

You just stuck out your tongue to him and pushed him lightly, falling into Ivar’s awaiting arms who helped you out of your panties, kissing softly your neck.

Roman came in, kissing you, teasing you with soft kisses, meanwhile Ivar teased you, spreading your wetness to your folds, making a rather pleasurable mess.

When he deemed you enough hazy and wet, he gently pushed you onto his lap, meanwhile you were facing Roman, who put himself onto his knees, his bulge right in your face and you nosed it, almost with affection, as your hands went to push his boxers down your legs.

Your mouth ghosted over his standing erection, and you dragged your lips across it, teasing it lightly, before your mouth enveloped the tip, in a languid show that made Roman moan, as Ivar pushed the condom onto his own dick, and he opened your legs, making you hover over his rock-hard cock.

He guided you to sink down onto him, slowly, meanwhile you tried to keep your mouth steady on Roman, pushing a bit more in your mouth, meanwhile both your hands set onto him, one at his waist and the second on his member, gently stroking him, meanwhile you got used to Ivar’s impressive length.

His arms circled your waist, as his face lowered itself on your spine, gently pushing kisses on it, to help you relax, your walls gripping him so tight that he had to stop himself from coming right on the moment and Roman giggled out a ‘fucking lucky bastard’.

And then you took more, letting your teeth lightly caress him, making him moan out the rest of the quote, meanwhile Ivar started slowly thrusting up into you, knowing you were ‘slightly too busy’, in that moment.

He preferred when you rid him, but you can’t always get what you want.

But it didn’t last much more, because as soon as you were comfortable with both the men, Roman quickly moved to take the lead, he, unlike Ivar, enjoyed control, and pulled on your hair, making you choke onto his length.

“Don’t be so mean, Roman” reminded him Ivar, who kept on his attentive rhythm and gentle cuddles “… she needs to enjoy this”.

“As if, our little whore, isn’t enjoying it” shot back Roman, pushing you swiftly off his cock, to gently caress you lips, pursued in a little knowing smile “… I know what my girl like, Lothbrock,, what about you?”.

“Fuck yourself, Godfrey” replied quickly Ivar, pushing his lips to bite softly one of your ears, meanwhile his hands came to cup one of your breast, pushing up for a particular hard thrust, setting up a more violent rhythm, and you had no choice but to softly bounce on him, taking the lead from Ivar, who was more than happy to lean back and let you take the lead.

Unlike Roman, who kept on pushing in your mouth, pulling and pushing your hair.

It was enough to make you dizzy heightening the pleasure of Ivar’s thrusts the light change in the angle making him hit deeper in you, meanwhile the use of your mouth, vulgarly, made you wet the sheets underneath you.

Soon you were again lining up the confines of Heaven and Hell, feeling the burning of the latter in your muscles and the sweat that dirtied your hair, meanwhile the pleasure of the former cursed through your vein, instead of blood.

And like this, you were lost in your own personal heaven, a moan brought Roman over the edge with you, his cock exiting your mouth to come right on top of your screwed face and your breasts, dirtying you, as your hips lost their rhythm in a desperate search of ecstasy and Ivar’s hands anchored him to the hips.

You were lost when you felt Ivar coming, and the sensitivity of your lingering orgasm made you moan out, tightening your walls onto Ivar, to keep him inside you.

“That’s a good way to wake up” you mumbled, as you crashed slowly on the mattress, your back hurting you lightly for the uncomfortable position, although you still felt every nerve in your body completely satiated.

“… mmm… tell me about it” mumbled Ivar, retreating from you with a soft moan, a growl of pleasure that showed you, he was still hard, no matter what had happened “… we should do this more often, you look gorgeous all fucked out and with cum on your face”.

Roman giggled at that mention and pushed himself to grab the tissues stacked in the drawer beside the bed, to help you clean up, although before he could do that, he collected some of his seed on his fingers, before pushing them in your mouth, letting you taste him.

You hummed around him, keeping your eyes on his, for the entire show, before he retreated them softly and you turned to kiss Ivar, swapping the taste with him, as he kneaded possessively one of your breasts, and quickly your desire was ignited, again

But you needed to do one thing first.

“I need a shower now… I am all dirty, because of someone” you mumbled, raising and looking at the sad looking pancakes, already cold, probably needing to be heated.

“And will you need help there?” asked languidly Roman, his attention perking up, as the blanket around his waist, meanwhile Ivar just got up, smirking at the proposal.

“Well, I think I might…” and you ran away from the two “…and the shower is big”.

And two wolfish smirks followed you inside the bathroom.

Ah, a nice birthday bath with your two lovers was definitely the best way to spend that day.