I decided to do a series of one/two shot smut stories. Just because.
I will take requests from people if they have a particular pairing in mind. Doesn't have to be limited to Hiccup and Astrid, it can be Hiccup/Astrid x Anybody or Hiccup x Astrid x Somebody. Or any pairing your little hearts desire.
I will not, however, do Toothcup, Toothless/Dragon x Human, Incest, Slash or Non-consensual sex stories. Reluctance is an iffy theme so pitch it first and I'll tell you.
I will not beg for reviews but they would be appreciated, even if it's just asking for more.
Spoiler Warning: This one is set during the Dragons: Race to the Edge Netflix series on a Dragon Hunter ship.
"Heather? What are y—" Hiccup's words were cut off as the dark haired dragon rider crashed her lips into his, pushing him back against the cell wall and pressing flush against him. He made a muffled sound of surprise a she moved her lips against his, the sensation wasn't totally unwanted though and he gave in quickly. She'd been on his mind, lately, and it wasn't just because he was worried she would get found out as a double agent on the Dragon Hunter ship, what they might do to her if they caught her. In their last meeting, when he found out she'd trained a dragon, something had changed for him. He'd found himself thinking of her before he went to bed at night, and she'd been in his dreams.
His…erotic dreams. He'd woken up and had to relieve pressure several times in the past weeks. It hadn't just been her, though. Astrid visited him sometimes in those dreams, along with Heather. He blamed it on the fact that Astrid had been physically distant to him, she had come to him many times in the night on Dragon's Edge since they had built the outpost, and they had relieved their stress together. Hiccup had often come away from it with bite marks on his shoulders where Astrid had clamped down to keep from screaming and alerting the others to their extra curricular activities. She hadn't done so since Heather had reappeared on the dragon hunter ship and his member was burning for attention.
So, when her hand moved slowly down his chest and to his hip he didn't protest. While he knew this was probably a ploy of Dagur's or Ryker's, he was getting caught up and groaned as her hand finally made contact with him through the thin leather of his riding pants. The thick green bars of the cell didn't give them a whole lot of privacy if someone happened by, but Hiccup didn't particularly care right then, his mind was focused solely on the dark haired girl in front of him as she sank down his body slowly. He was getting harder with every touch of her hands and she was moving her face dangerously close to where he wanted her to be. As she knelt before him, she looked up, fingers inching in between his pants and his skin.
"Heather, you don't have to…" he muttered, looking into her eyes, though he knew she probably did have to. This wasn't her plan, she was being forced to carry it out. She didn't look as though she wanted to stop, though, and she said nothing as she stared up at him. Her eyes were just as hungry and full of lust as his as she tugged and got his pants down around his knees, stopping at the top of his prosthetic, and setting his arousal free.
It didn't take him long to get fully hard, feeling her hot breath on his manhood. Hiccup moaned as she moved closer, taking the tip into her mouth and beginning to suck. She moved down his length expertly, sliding him in and out of her mouth, small hands fondling him, and he wondered where and when she had learned such a thing. Maybe in the years he hadn't seen her? Hiccup grunted and gasped as her hand found his testicles and began massaging them, and he unintentionally bucked his hips towards her. She made a sound in the back of her throat, which only made it worse and he thrust at her again, as he did her hands found his hips, pushing him back and pinning them to the wall, preventing him from moving as she worked. She was surprisingly strong for having such a slight frame.
His moaning became louder, more intense, as the minutes flew by and she worked her magic with that wonderful mouth. It had been too long since he'd had someone else working on him that he could already feel his orgasm mounting. Finally she pulled away, making an audible pop as she left him, cold air replacing the warmth of her mouth and causing an almost painful cold on his sensitive organ. Their eyes met again as she removed the clothing on her lower body before and got down to the floor again, tugged at his wrists and pulling him to the floor with her. She managed to free him of his clothing and prosthetic leg, shoving everything gently to one side before pushing him down onto his back.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, Heather straddled him and gripped his shaft, shifting forward until he could feel her warmth at his tip. Then slowly, very slowly, she sank herself down on him with a brief cry of pain as she got him all the way in. Hiccup was still, truly afraid to hurt her and Heather was trying to get used to the feel of him inside her. She clearly wasn't as experienced as Hiccup and neither of them moved for a very long moment until she slowly started rolling her hips back to front experimentally. She grinned at the sound he made before lifting herself a few inches and sinking back down, making both of them groan at the sensation.
He started moving his hips in time with her as she repeated the motion several times and picked up the pace, finding their rhythm easily. Hiccup was beginning to feel his climax mounting again and it was growing swiftly as she bounced up and down on him, breasts jiggling with every movement as she ground into him. His head tilted back on the wooden floor, eyes closed as he gripped at her hips, trying to find something to hold onto. Suddenly and without warning to her he hit his peak and fell over the edge, hands her hips tightening and holding her down on him as he froze and released inside her. He let out a breath as he finished and opened his eyes. He hadn't meant to, not inside her, and certainly not before she had reached her own climax.
She moaned as she lifted herself off of him, a mixture of their juices leaking from inside her and dripping onto her inner thighs. He turned his head and watched her reach for her clothing, making his decision in a split second. Sitting up he grabbed the bundle from her hands and tossed it across the room, not caring that the armored skirt made an awful racket as it hit the wall. With the sounds they had been making together, it was a wonder the whole crew wasn't down here already watching them go at it.
Now, it was his turn to show her what he had learned in the last three years. He lunged forward, capturing her lips again and in a matter of seconds he had removed her armor and shirt, discarding it to the side where the rest of her clothes were. Eyeing the cloth that bound her breasts, he pulled, unravelling it expertly. He had learned quite a few things from Astrid when it came to the female body and as Heather lay there, naked beneath him with a stunned expression on her face, he smiled.
"If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so." he said, deciding it was best to give her a way out before he got too into this. While she wasn't a virgin, at least he assumed so by the lack of blood and how easily she had taken all of him the first try, he wasn't quite sure if she had ever been brought to a climax by someone else's hand—or mouth—before and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. He knew women could be sensitive in their nethers, especially where he was planning to focus. Astrid had stopped him a dozen or more times their first few goes so she could get used to the stimulation.
He knew there were men out there who were only willing to serve themselves, leaving the women to 'complete' the task on their own time. But he wasn't one of those men, he had quite enjoyed making Astrid writhe beneath him back on Dragon's Edge and in Berk. His feelings were no different when it came to trying to make Heather squirm. Hiccup waited for her nod of understanding and kissed her lips one more time. He spread her legs, getting his hand in there to start rubbing at the sensitive little button between her legs as his mouth lowered and clamped onto her nipple. She gasped as the combined sensation made her body jerk upwards and into him. Smiling around what was in his mouth her brought his free hand up to massage her other breast.
Slowly his mouth left the other to trail sloppy kisses down her body, leaving a wet road over her breasts, ribs and taught abdomen until he was at the nest of hair that marked the beginning of her womanhood. He breathed in her scent deeply and exhaled, blowing on her glistening slit as payback for when she'd done the same thing to him a short while before and she whimpered and squirmed. He paused, thinking that she might ask him to stop, but her hips kept moving against his fingers, obviously loving the feel.
satisfied she was still okay, he removed his fingers from what he had been doing to her clitoris and shifted to kneel in front of her. He took her behind her knees and brought her legs up and over his shoulders, forcing her to lay back on the floor so her opening was right in front of his face. Taking note of the mess he had made he lapped at her inner thighs, taking the drips of their mixture from her skin. He didn't mind the bitter-salty taste of it and quickly moved on to her core, dipping his tongue into her and enjoying the throaty moans she gave as he did his best to clean up his mess before moving to focus his tongue on her pleasure center flicking it over her clit lightly as she panted beneath him, hips still rolling to get the most contact.
He moved a finger up, slipping it into her as he swirled his tongue around her clit, beginning to pump in and out slowly as she moaned his name loudly. Hiccup added another finger as she begged him to go faster and faster, thrusting into his face and alternating between half screams and breathy gasps of pleasure. She was almost done, he could tell by the way she was moving, he curled his two fingers inside her a couple of times as he thrust, rubbing the spot he knew would maker her go crazy and still suckling on her clit. He was rewarded only seconds later with a scream of his name and a cascade of her womanly juices in his face as he pushed her over the edge.
He had been so intent on giving her pleasure that he hadn't even noticed anyone come into the cell until he heard a familiar chuckle behind him. Whirling around, green eyes widened to see Astrid standing there, a grin on her face as she watched Heather come down from her high and Hiccup hastily wipe his face with the back of his hand. They had never specified being exclusive but the amusement and pride on her face wasn't one he had been expecting and the dragon master sat there stunned for a moment staring at the blonde. That was until Heather spoke behind him.
"You were right, Astrid. He really is amazing."
"I told you so."
As Astrid spoke and grinned at him, Hiccup suddenly realized that this was one of the abandoned dragon hunter ships and Heather hadn't been forced to do anything. This had all been planned by the two women, he'd been had. Literally. And he was totally okay with that.