CAN I? ₊˚⊹ h. haddock x fem!reader
summary : Hiccup isn't the type to do things first and think about the consequences later. But with what feels like a full keg of mead swirling inside of him, he lets himself loose as he asks you if he can see your piercings that have been eyeing him under the fabric. And if he's lucky, he gets to touch them.
word count : 3.43k words
tags : post-httyd2!hiccup, chief'sdaughter!reader, mentions of alcohol, inebriated!hiccup, inebriated!reader, reader has pierced nipples, one-night stands, messy make outs, breast fondling, hair pulling, nipple play, fingering, palming, cumming untouched (mostly), not proofread, no use of y/n or (name)
a / n : i just finished my midterm exam, so with nothing else to worry about, i've decided to finally lose my smut virginity! golly, this fic is honestly fueled with so much horniness, i think im ovulating honestly because hiccup is looking TOO fine these past few days. . . i cannot stop smiling while writing this like AHHHHHH
"Do you. . . Wanna see them?"
It takes everything in Hiccup's might to not let his brain shut down and shrivel right then and there.
He doesn't know what he had done in his previous life to have deserved this, but he'll thank his past self either way. A few hours earlier, there had been another celebration on Berk—another alliance with a tribe open to peace with dragons.
The Great Hall was filled to the brim with people native to their island, with a dozen foreign faces thrown in the crowd, just as pleased—and drunk—as their friends. Hiccup told himself to nurse a drink for the whole night, he couldn't risk the chance of doing something stupid with the possibility of the sight of your father, the Chief of your tribe—his new treaty partner.
But, when he saw you, in all your quiet beauty, making polite dialogue with his mother, Valka, Hiccup had looked down at his drink, then downed it in one go, before going over to you. His mother introduces him to you in delight, reporting to him that you were actually interested in hearing about his story about how he had tamed the Nightfury.
He chuckled a little, before saying a joke about Nightfuries and how he hit it even when he couldn't see where he was aiming. He couldn't remember how it went, but you laughed anyway. Not in the 'you're my father's superior, and for that I should be amused' kind of way, it was the type of laugh where you knew it was genuine.
Eventually, Hiccup's mom had slipped away, smiling as she made some kind of excuse that your father needed to be spoken to about some current political inquiry, patting him on his shoulder before walking away. Hiccup knew that pat on his shoulder, it was all too familiar. The one his mom made when she thought that this was a good match, an unspoken dialogue for every pat on his shoulder, one that said 'She is a good one, son. Don't mess it up.' without ever uttering a word.
And Hiccup didn't mess it up. Most of the time, he did. He could understand people calling him 'picky' for refusing any girl that tried to make an advance at him, but he really just didn't mesh well with the person. But this time? It was like conversation with you was flying on Toothless for the first time. A breath of fresh air compared to the other chats he's had with women that felt so forced.
But that didn't mean your talk with him didn't have any hiccups. Don't get Hiccup wrong, it definitely wasn't you—Gods, no. It was absolutely him, with 100% certainty. Maybe he shouldn't blame himself, he should blame his anatomy as a male and its biology, reacting severely to your— well. . . Accessories.
He noticed it a few minutes after Valka had left, his gaze accidentally shifting to your hand, gentle and playing absentmindedly with a pretty necklace around your neck. He was about to ask about it, maybe compliment how it suited you and your pierced ears—seriously, it was pretty rare to see people with piercings—but all his words had come to a halt in his throat when his gaze stayed a second after on the place you left your hand idle, before moving it to your side.
Something was protruding. . . On both your nipples under your shirt. Hiccup looked away as soon as he felt like he was staring too long, instead finding your eyes as his eyes widened, unsure how to react. Listen, Hiccup knew the female anatomy to an extent. He's read a few books about the body and its biology, so he knew his way around it. But maybe he knew too much—a little too much than he'd liked after he'd overheard Snotlout drunkenly explain (or more so announce, especially with that loud voice of his) to the other Dragon Riders how to please a girl. Gods, Hiccup didn't even know how the Jorgenson knew that—it was also at the ripe age of 18, mind you—and he'd rather not ask.
Anyway, back to the point—Hiccup knew what the female body looked like. But even after all that, it still didn't answer his question: what were those two things poking out under your top?
It was subtle enough that it wasn't alarming from a glance, but if you looked close enough, focus long enough, you could see it. There it was again, he's staring at it—well, them again.
Hiccup subtly shook his head, going back to your face, who was explaining something you seemed to be extremely passionate about. Hiccup nodded his head, throwing out a few hums of feigned interest, pouring himself what feels like the 5th drink of mead he's had.
Great, now he feels like a total dick for practically staring at your boobs instead of listening to you.
Hiccup is just hoping and praying in his head to any God out there looking out for him that you didn't notice him, just casually taking a peek when you seemed too invested in a topic.
Oh— but you did. You noticed it the very first time he looked, you could tell. You saw that millisecond of him staring a little too long at your chest in your peripheral vision. You could see him trying to fight every fiber of his being to not blush or make a weird noise; to not make you get the idea something was wrong. But his reddened ears didn't seem to get the memo, which you found quite cute.
Everything seemed to blend into one big blur, your location of dialogue changing from the heart of the Great Hall, to the quiet of Hiccup's room. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing in both your veins, but you didn't find it weird back then, just you and him, alone.
You sat next to each other, your voices sounding much louder than before, there was no more of that loud buzz in the air, the continuous clamoring in the background. Now, it felt more like a close and personal talk. Quiet. Alone. Intimate.
Hiccup can't remember how many drinks he had—blame you and your way of wanting to rile him up, telling him to keep up with you—but he's blaming all of them right now, because he became slow, lethargic in his movements. Because now, you finally saw him, looking dead straight at your chest, his eyes full of curiosity.
"Do you. . . Wanna see them?" You say with a hesitant gait, as if he was some skittish dragon that would fly away with a drunken wobble.
"I— What?" He finally looked up at you, feeling his skin go pale as he realized that you know he was looking at your breasts.
"Oh. . . oh! No, it's— no. I'm sorry," Hiccup said, actual shame filled in his voice, looking down at his lap, guilt filling his stomach.
"It's. . . Okay, I don't mind if you see."
Hiccup couldn't say anything after that, only watching in curiosity and anticipation. You were silent, only offering a shy smile as you slowly peel off your top, and when you do, Hiccup's lips part.
Two balls were on each side of your nipples, sitting comfortably. Hiccup didn't know what to feel, there was a swirling churn in his mind. He was just staring at them, the blush he was trying so hard to conceal rising to the surface.
You took his admiration for surprise, maybe underlying disgust. You slowly crossed your arms, starting to apologize. You were a chief's daughter, for Thor's sake. A figure of poise and elegance, what in Odin's beard were you doing?
"I— I'm sorry," You start to cover them, when Hiccup finally spoke, grabbing your wrists to halt you, his touch leaving unknowing sparks under his fingertips.
"No! It's. . . Don't be." He quickly let out, a shy smile matching yours. "It's just. . ."
He'd have to blame all of the mead in his system later, his body wasn't cooperating with him; his words were caught in his throat, his blood rushing unknowingly south.
". . . Yes?" You ask, worried about what he's about to say.
"Can I— ahem," He cleared his throat quietly, trying his best to keep composure.
"Can I. . . Touch them?"
You were surprised at the words that came out of his mouth. And frankly—he was too, his inhibitions lost for the time being, not processing how incredibly out of place this was for him.
With silent nod, Hiccup took it as consent to move your wrists, putting them away to reveal your perky nipples again. The soft nubs forming into hard ones on account for the cool breeze making its way into his room from the window.
With a shy hand raising to one of your nipples, hovering, he looked at you for one last time to ask silently, 'Can I?' to which you give another bashful nod.
He didn't know what to really do—I mean, who would know what to do when an insanely pretty girl was topless in front of them wanting them to touch her pierced nipples?
So, with an experimental hand, he grabbed your whole breast, cupping it. His hands were warm, possibly from the alcohol coursing in his system, and they were so gentle, and his thumb had started to graze your left nipple, hard and ready for any contact.
He swiped over it, eliciting a soft gasp from you. He stopped his hand, but never removed it from you.
"Are— are you okay?" He said with urgency, worried he might have hurt you.
You nodded your head quickly. You were actually feeling great—euphoric, even— that one graze of his calloused thumb over your nipple sending a tingle down your spine, and you were chasing for more.
"Yes. . . Keep going," Your voice was bordering on whining, which made Hiccup feel more confident to touch you more freely.
His fingers finally circled around the metal barbells, pinching one to see your reaction. He was internally glad when he saw you physically lurch forward a centimeter, your eyes starting to flutter shut as you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to muffle any noises that threaten to spill out of your mouth.
It spurred him on—with every flick or slight pull of the piercing left you breathless, a shy gasp or silent moan accidentally coming out as your chest subconsciously leaned into his touch.
With a confident stride, his other hand had come to cup your other breast, starting to do the same fondling with it as his fingers did wonders on your nipple, pulling and rubbing them.
You didn't even realize it until you forced yourself to open your eyes, seeing how close you were now to his face, a couple of inches away.
He was already ducking down to meet your nipples at eye-level, your body doing the same, moving forward to meet him in the middle. But before it did, he looked up at you, his exhaling breath pushing cold air towards your already hardened nipple, leaving you jolting slightly.
"Is it. . . Can I do this?" His voice was low, a whisper in the night.
"Please."
And that was all that was needed for Hiccup to surge forward, his lips meeting your nipple, giving a chaste kiss, before putting it fully in his mouth.
The inside of his mouth was warm, a perfect home for your breast as he fondled and played with the metal of the other. You couldn't do anything but savor the ecstasy of the feeling right now, looking down to see the beautiful image of Hiccup, eyes closed and mouth on your breast, his tongue swirling around the metal accessory and the skin, as your other boob was pinched and pulled by his free hand.
Your hand had made its way to comb itself into the back of his hair, gripping it as if it was a lifeline. And if he pulled hard enough, you gripped it harder, Hiccup finding it head-turning. If he wasn't occupied with his mouth on you, he would let out a groan at your actions.
Your mouth had a mind of its own now, your moans flying free out of it, a string of high gasps and mewls following suit. Hiccup could taste the metallic taste of the piercing paired with the taste of skin, his legs trying to adjust himself as he started to feel the obvious tent in his pants.
You realized now that the tingly feeling in your mound was deepening, your thighs tightening and fidgeting to quell its hunger, but you couldn't stop it. It was craving for him.
"Ah!— H— Hiccup, w— wait a. . . Ngh!— second," Your grasp on his hair was hard as you pulled him away, meeting his dazed eyes. He looked perfect—his hair a gorgeous mess, his eyes lidded while his lips were glistening from his sucking going sloppy.
". . . Why?" His tone was a little concerned, but it was all washed away when you said your next words.
"I want you. . . To touch me." Your eyes were pleading at this point, your hand grabbing one of his hands that were on your chest, dragging it down your stomach, then to your lower pelvis.
"Here. . . Please?" Your whining voice was already enough for him to fold, nodding with lethargy, but his frows were furrowed.
"I don't really know. . . How to— y'know." He confessed, a little afraid. But your movements didn't still as you helped his hand go under your skirt and your undergarments, his hand feeling how warm your skin was down there.
"Then I'll teach you." Your smile was reassuring, you let go of his hand to let it roam, instead grabbing his wrist for support.
His free hand on your nipple wasn't stopping, still pinching and pulling while his other was down your skirt, navigating through your body till he felt it.
Your slit.
You bucked into his hand subconsciously, a little gasp coming out of your lips.
He liked that.
With a hesitant finger, he rubbed up and down your folds, his fingers getting covered in your slick, your moans mixing with his senses.
"Just. . . Uhn!— like that, Hiccup," You mewled into his ear, your head laying itself on his shoulder for support. It felt immensely good, you were being stimulated on all fronts, and it felt like you were going to cum as soon as possible.
"Yeah?" He said, but you were too lost in the feeling to reply, only an earnest nod as a reply.
Hiccup wanted to do something else, maybe try what Snotlout was boasting about in the past. The fingers that were rubbing your slit had moved, going into you.
"Hic— Oh!— Hiccup. . ." You moaned at the intrusion, and gasped a bit more when he started to pump them, his thumb replacing the previous fingers to rub your clitoris. The pad of his thumb was rough, giving you more feeling as the texture was foreign to your vagina.
He turned to his shoulder, seeing your pleasured expression. Your chest was jumping at his fingers pulling at the barbells on each side of your nipple, your hips starting to buck into his touch.
"Is this, okay?" He whispered, another slow nod from you instead of a reply, a moan coming out again as he picked up the pace.
You could feel the tightening in your stomach, the knot starting to make itself more prevalent. Your hands were on his shoulders, they were staring to shake, your senses were overloaded.
"Hiccup, I think I'm Mmh!— gonna. . . Uhn!— Pleeease," Your head was stirring, not able to finish your sentence, but Hiccup understood, and went deeper, and faster as he curled his fingers in you.
He was starting to hit it, that one spongey spot that you couldn't quite reach. At first, he was grazing it, but he's been prodding and poking at it every time he re-entered his fingers in you. You were still a little drunk off of this, so you couldn't tell how horny he was. He was getting off on this, pleasuring you, seeing every scrunch and change in your expression that was out of pleasure, and he couldn't stop his hips from bucking into nothing, his pants giving him the friction he needed to at least get himself off.
Without a warning, you let it all go, that knot in your stomach had snapped. You saw white for a second as you convulsed into your orgasm, your thighs trembling as his fingers refused to halt with playing with your nipple and your insides until you finished. He watched as your face went slack jawed, moaning relentlessly as you bucked your hips into his fingers, your hips slowing as you finally went over your orgasm.
Your hurried breaths mixed with his controlled breathing were the only noise filling the quiet of the room. His hand removed itself from your body as you leaned backwards on his bed, supporting yourself by leaning on your hands.
He saw the slick coating his one hand, rubbing his index and his thumb as the liquid covered it. If there was a way to get any harder than Hiccup was, it just happened. He was on edge this whole time, his boner refusing to come down. From all the rubbing against his own pants, he was one touch from cumming.
"Hey." You called him, his head turning its attention to you, your lethargic smile inviting him into your space once more.
"C'mere." Hiccup leaned into your bubble, your hand cupping his face to drag him near your face, leaning in to capture his lips. Your mouths moved in tandem, tongues starting to swirl around each other, Hiccup only pausing when he felt that your free hand had made it to the tent of his pants.
He pulled away a few centimeters, only enough to try and let out a strangled refusal.
"Wait a sec, s— stop that— Uhn!—" He let out a moan when you palmed his bulge, his hips bucking into your warm hands.
"D— don't. . ." His eyes closed in pleasure as he felt it, his hips jolting as he couldn't help but release, his cum spurting out of his dick as it stained his pants. You stopped your hand from moving, now placing it on his lap, sliding across it aimlessly.
"So— Ngh!— Sorry. . ." The orgasm was still showing aftershocks, his brows furrowed as his breaths became unstable, ragged as he tried to calm down.
"It's okay, I liked it." He fluttered his eyes open, meeting your eyes, tired and satisfied.
You both moved into a more comfortable sleeping position in his bed, one of his arms acting as your pillow as you tucked into the valley of his body.
You were knocked out pretty quickly, exhausted after a feat like that. Don't get Hiccup wrong, he was also spent after it, but he just couldn't get his mind around the fact that it actually happened, scared that if he fell asleep and woke up, you'd disappear because it was just a dream.
But even when he did fall asleep and flutter his eyes open, the empty space beside his bed was still warm and the dried stain smack dab in the middle of his pants signified all the alarms that it wasn't. And paired with a hastily written note saying you had to leave early to dock the ships and to not arouse suspicion from your father—written with a janky heart at the end—he has all the proof he needs that it wasn't.
BONUS ⋆˚࿔
"You too, huh?" Astrid's voice had startled Hiccup, making him turn around quickly. He was just hanging his pants, the one that he came in after that night with you.
"I— uh, what?" He sputtered out.
"Almost everyone hurled in the morning, too. You're not alone." Astrid patted her friend on the shoulder.
"Ruffnut even threw up on Fishlegs earlier. It was literally hilarious." She chuckled at the memory.
"Oh. Yep, heh. . ." He said, trailing off.
She walked away, possibly to go to the Great Hall. Once she was out of sight, Hiccup let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, before looking back at the pants hanging from the wire, turned inside out.
Thank the Gods Astrid didn't take a close look. Because if she did, she'd see how hard Hiccup was scrubbing in one particular spot.
And there it ends, people! Hiccup has experienced a one-night stand woop-woop, this was actually really fun to write, but it was pretty hard to write because this is my first time, and i wanted to capture this one thought i had perfectly, and i think i did, what do you guys think?
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