It was asked for, and I kinda wanted to do a follow up so, here it is. Sorta. Whatever. Oh hey, fair warning. Not okay for chitlins. Lots of bad words and sex and stuff.
The first thing that Astrid noticed when she woke up that morning was that she was not alone. The second was that the bed smaller than hers, which was why she knew she was not alone. There was a body next to her, a very hot body at that. Not in the attractive sort of hot, it was spooned up against her back, but in the physically heat radiating sort of hot. Seriously, had she fallen asleep next to a furnace? The third thing she noticed was that the body next to her was slender, lean, and very definitely male. The hard dick resting in the crux of her ass was…honestly not as unpleasant as it probably should have been. Actually…it was kinda nice.
As the haze lifted from her sleep addled brain, she recalled the night before. The date she hadn’t wanted to go on, the charming boy she hated to like, and how eager she was to come up to his room for a drink or two. Which led her to her current situation. In his bed, her body delightfully sore after a long night of good, rough and much needed sex. She grinned, totally unable to help it. It had been good. It had been better than good. She wanted to be concerned that the nerdy kid from class apparently had more experience in bed than she did. But couldn’t bring herself to care. Not at all.
In the long run it didn’t really matter. She had gotten laid. After a dry spell longer then she cared to admit, she had gotten laid. Really, really well. Her partner murmured and shifted, slowly waking up. She said nothing, just lay there with his arm across her shoulders, unbelievably happy. Happier than she should have been after a hook up.
"Morning" he mumbled softly into her hair.
"Morning" she returned, much more alert than he.
"Last night was…"
"Really nice," she answered. "I hate to say it, but I needed it." She sat up as he rolled onto his back, apparently ready to go back to sleep.
"See, now I find that hard to believe," he said, covering his eyes with his palms. Astrid rolled rolled her eyes.
"And just why is that?" She asked a little too cynically. She had heard all this stupid morning after romantic pillow talk bullshit before. He would tell her that a girl as pretty as she was should have no trouble finding casual sex anywhere she wanted and with whomever she wanted to screw. It was old, and totally wrong. "Is this the part where you tell me I’m too pretty or too funny to have a dry spell?"
"No" the boy said. "I just wouldn’t figure a girl who gave head like you do would ever have trouble finding sex when she needed it." Astrid turned a shade of red she had never experienced before. The boy laughed.
"Hiccup!" She shouted, more of whined really. "That’s not funny!" Hiccup, what kind of a name was Hiccup? Not that she really had any right to judge, she had spent enough of the night moaning, sighing and screaming it for her opinion to really count. Granted, that also meant she had spent most of the night moaning, so that was a plus.
"Is, totally is," he said, still chuckling. "You want some breakfast?"
"Oh, fucking and feasting. You sure know how to treat a girl" she said with a snide smirk.
"Shut up, god," He rubbed his face and sat up, bare, pale chest too appealing. "It’s like you’re afraid I’m going to kick you out or something."
"N-no. So not!" He stopped rubbing his face and Astrid froze.
“You are, aren’t you?!” Fuck, perceptive too. “You’re totally afraid I am going to kick you out.”
"N…no. Why would I be?" She defended herself poorly.
"You tell me. I kinda thought I made it clear last night that you could stick around for however long you wanted."
"You made it clear you liked fucking me. Fucking and feelings are two totally different things."
"So you do have feelings for me then." Astrid’s brain shut off. Had she really just said that she had feelings for him?
"I…no…I mean…just." Hiccup was laughing, which made her glare.
"It’s not a crime" Hiccup said, entirely too sweet, too fucking perfect.
"I just…you know, trying to protect myself, I guess." She shrugged.
"That’s fair, but you didn’t drop the L word or anything. And it’s not like I climb into bed with just anyone, what kind of guy do you think I am?"
"Wha…hey that’s my line…sort of." How was this even happening? Astrid was always the one making guys feel uncomfortable about staying too long in the morning, Astrid did the kicking out, Astrid did the heart breaking. What eh fuck was this, opposite day? Weren’t college guys supposed to be insufferable poon hounds like that snotfaced idiot on the football team? Didn’t they all just want a good fuck and then for you to leave?
She sighed and fell back onto the mattress, deflated and emotionally spent.
"Yeah, sure." She said through her bangs.
"Sure what?" Hiccup asked, sounding as confused as she was.
"Breakfast. Totally down for breakfast. Unless you wanted to fool around some more." It was supposed to be a joke, but she could feel Hiccup smiling.
"Well, I mean, I won’t say no." She groaned and rolled her eyes. "What?"
"I was kidding!" She shouted, but was also grinning.
"Ohhhh, oh, sorry. I, uh…"
"Shut up and get over here" she snapped. "You can make this up to me by eating me out for breakfast."
"Funny, that’s exactly what I was thinking. Cup of coffee, short stack of pancakes and a side of Astrid pussy."
"Side!? For all the shit you’ve put me through in the last week? You’re getting an entree and maybe seconds, just for spite!"
It was kind of ridiculous how good at oral Hiccup was. It was like he actually liked doing it, and the fact that she hadn’t shaved in a while didn’t seem to bother him either. She kinda wondered what he would be like if she was smooth, and if he kept up with that tongue work she would definitely be finding out. He would focus on her clit for a while, get her to the point of mewling and writhing before relenting and shift his focus to her labia, sticking his tongue in her and wiggling it around in the most amazing way possible.
"So, nyh, happy with Breakfast so far?" She asked, way too breathless after only a few minutes of attention. Granted, looking down between her knees and seeing that head of auburn hair feasting on her helped. A lot. "Fuck how are you this good?" She groaned, her head falling back into the pillows, hips rolling against his face totally without her consent.
"Lots of practice" he said between slurpy, sloppy licks. She groaned loudly and grabbed his har, pulling him into her. It probably shouldn’t have been hot that Hiccup liked to eat lots of different pussy, but it so was. "Is it paying off?"
"God damn right it is." Granted, it had been a while prior to last night, but Hiccup was getting her close way, way faster than any other guy had. When his nose brushed her clit while his tongue was buried in her it was all over. She let out a loud shriek and came on the spot. It took her two whole minutes for her clit to stop throbbing and another ten for her to come down. Far and away the best oral sex of her life. Her afterglow was, not so much interrupted by but enhanced by his voice.
"So, how about breakfast?"
"Yeah…sure…" she said, her eyes smirking as she opened them. She rolled over and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. "Mind if I get mine in bed?"
"Okay, dish." Everything about sitting with her roommate in their apartment felt familiar that afternoon, expect that Astrid was trying to get homework done this time. Which made this infinitely more infuriating.
"I’m a lady Ruff, I don’t kiss and tell" she said, scribbling a few lines in her note book, her gargantuan Art History book resting on her lap.
"Bull shit! You can’t pull that ‘I’m a lady’ crap with me. I’ve seen you fuck."
And there went three hours of concentration. Astrid shut her book, because no more work was getting done with it that night.
"You promised me we would never talk about that again." She said flatly, as if reminding a child of their punishment.
"I don’t see what the big deal is," Ruff said with a shrug. "We had a threesome together. So what, it was hot."
"It’s not a big deal" Astrid snapped. "I mean, it was fun and exciting but. Well it’s more of you than I want to see again."
"You see me naked on an almost a daily basis" Ruffnut reminded her.
"Locker rooms and streaking don’t count. And it’s not my fault you won’t wear your towel out of the bathroom. Besides, seeing you naked and seeing you naked with a cock in your pussy? Two, totally different situations."
"Whatever you say" Ruffnut shrugged, waving off the comment. "But seriously, as your friend and roommate, how was it?"
"It was…" Astrid sighed, relenting. "It was really nice."
"It was nice…that’s it?" Ruffnut looked somewhere between disappointed and disgusted.
"Yes, that’s it. We went to dinner, split the check, walked through the park, went back to his place for drinks, and I spent the night. Yes, we had sex" Astrid said, anticipating the question on Ruffnut’s lips. "And it was good, it was really good. Hiccup-"
"Hiccup? His name is Hiccup?" There was a pause, followed by loud, cackling laughter. "Oh my god please tell me that’s his birth name" she chortled.
"No." She said, annoyed. She didn’t even know why, she knew this was coming. "It was just a stupid nickname he got as a kid and it stuck and it’s…"
"Shit that has got to be the weirdest thing to hear ever." Astrid tried to explain, but Ruffnut’s comment had thrown her off.
"Wait, what? Why would it be weird to hear?"
"Oh Hiccup!" Ruffnut shouted in mock ecstasy. "Hiccup, fuck me harder Hiccup, Oh god, Hiccup HICCUP HIIICUUUUP-"
"Alright, I get it" Astrid said going red. Ruffnut fell into a fit of giggles. Writhing around on the couch, flailing in laughter. "Shut up!"
"The neighbors…oh my god the neighbors." Ruffnut appeared to be having trouble breathing, meaning the conversation was over. Astrid growled and threw a pillow at her, taking her homework into her room in a huff. Ruffnut just kept laughing, not even noticing that Astrid had left, continuing to call out in mock orgasm at Astrid’s expense. Ruffnut would be doing double wind sprints tomorrow, Astrid would see to it.
Hiccup yawned walking into his cramped little bedroom. The apartment style dorm rooms were nice but the bed rooms were tinny, like, literally half the size of the old shoeboxes that the older dorm buildings had. He set his bag down next to his bed gingerly so as not to harm the laptop within, and tossed his phone onto his bed, along with his keys and wallet.
As he was peeling off his hoody his phone vibrated. Tossing the hoody on the floor Hiccup picked his phone up to see what it was.
A text from Astrid.
"Wanna hook up tonight?"
Hiccup blinked, rereading the text then reading it a third time. Was that even a question? Was something wrong? Was somebody playing a prank on him? He unlocked the screen and brought up his text window, typing out a hasty response.
"Yeah. Everything okay?"
A few seconds later he got his reply.
"Can I come over? I miss you."
"No, I’m lying, we need to talk."
"NO! not like that."
"I just need someone to talk too. Someone that isn’t my loud mouthed, horny assed roommate."
Hiccup was lost, clearly missing important information.
"Okay, just come over."
He pocketed his phone and scrambled to find something clean that made him look, well, not like a single guy with no girlfriends. A knock on the door broke him out of his frantic clothes searching. There was no way that could be her, Astrid’s apartment was on the other side of campus and down two blocks, no way she got here that fast. He opened the door and sure enough.
"Astrid, I…that was fast."
"I was in the neighborhood," She explained, shifting her weight from foot to foot.
"Um, dressed like that?"
Astrid was dressed up in a really nice brown skirt with a blue top and heels. Her hair was done up in a gorgeous braid and she was wearing what Hiccup guessed was really nice perfume.
"Yeah…well…I kinda, might have wanted to come by." Whas she blushing, why was she blushing?
Hiccup lifted an eyebrow.
"Would you just let me in" she groaned. Hiccup stepped aside, the blond storming in. "Sorry. I just…I’m not used to this."
"Uh, yeah. I know what you mean." Hiccup closed the door behind her and followed her to the couch. "Speaking of, what is…this?" He asked, gesturing between them.
"I don’t know" Astrid said with a sad sort of smile. "That’s why I’m not used to it." He nodded his understanding.
"No. Yes. Maybe? Fuck I don’t know!"
"Okay" he said, trying to be helpful. "Let’s start with what you do know."
"Not a lot" Astrid admitted. "I know you’re hot, you’re charming, I know I really like fucking you and that’s about it."
"We had sex once."
"Okay, twice. But hell two times doesn’t really even tell you if I am good in bed," he said, trying not to upset her. "Maybe I was just having a good night."
"If that was ‘just a good night’ it was a really good night."
"Okay, fair, but two times shacking up does not a relationship make."
"Do you want a relationship?"
"Jee, I don’t know, I get so much pussy these days."
"Well what do you want me to say Astrid? I barely know you, you barely know me. Lets give it a few weeks before we talk about relationships and stuff. What has got you so stressed out anyway?"
Astrid groaned and sank into the couch, staring at the wall. Hiccup waited, not really sure how to push the conversation forward and too scared of hurting her feelings or upsetting her to try.
"My sister is getting married." She said, forlornly. "Found out about an hour ago."
She glared at him.
"Nothing. I know, it’s stupid. It’s just," she sighed and sank even deeper into the couch. "Ever since my sister met her boyfriend a few years ago, my mom has been drilling me about my love life. She wants to know about every guy I talk too, hang out with, she even wants to know when I’m sleeping with someone."
"That’s kinda creepy" Hiccup offered, not sure at all what to say.
"Ya think? Normally girls wouldn’t dream of telling their parent’s that they are fucking at all, let alone who they are fucking with!" She groaned again. "I guess its because she wants grandkids so bad. But here I am, single and uninterested for the most part, and then I meet you and we hook up and it’s really fucking awesome and…" She sighs, rubbing her forehead. "And I guess I just feel like I’m under a lot of pressure to find ‘the one’ and breed so my mom has someone to baby…and I don’t know who else to vent too."
"Look." Hiccup sighed and sunk into the couch to look at her. "I know what it feels like to have a parent on your back all the time, pushing you to do what they want, but you can’t let it get you down. I mean, you gotta do you, right? And not give a fuck about what they want yo uto do."
"Right" Astrid agreed. "I mean, I’m not sure I really ever want to get married. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I am drowning in dick or something it’s just, I don’t know, right now its not really for me. There’s something kind of attractive about not being tied down, getting to go where ever you want to and not leave someone behind."
"I know what you mean," Hiccup said, looking at the dark tv screen. "I can’t tell you how many times I have wanted to just cut and run and go on an adventure somewhere far away, no one to worry about impressing or disappointing. Just yourself and your bag and the world at your feet."
"You know, you’re a pretty cool guy Hiccup. If I ever was to date someone….I could see myself dating you."
"Aw shit," he said with a snarky shrug. "You just want me for my body."
"You’re not wrong" Astrid said, wiggling her eyebrows at him. With a playful smirk on her lips she crawled over him and straddled his lap, sitting on his thighs. "You know…we could still hook up if you wanted too."
"Um, duh and or hello."
Aside from Heather, girls didn’t generally show much interest in Hiccup. And if he was really honest with himself, Heather carried more about what was between his legs and how he used it than she did about who he was. Maybe Astrid did too, but he really didn’t think so. And even if she did, he would at least enjoy the ride.
With a seductive little grin on her lips Astrid took his hand and placed it on her ass, under her skirt. Hiccup blushed, feeling the soft flesh and firm muscle of her bare ass cheek on his palm.
"Easy cowboy, what kind of girl do you think I am. I don’t just walk around in a skirt without panties on." She smirked and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "It’s a thong."
Hiccup went so hard so fast it hurt.
"Fuck," he groaned.
"I take it you like that" she said, rocking her hips against his. He nodded, eyes shut to to keep himself under control.
"Kinda to the point of a fetish," he admitted dryly.
"Oh, it’ll have to stay on then" she said lowly. "So, can we fuck here or will someone walk in on us?"
"Mmmm, don’t care" he groaned, palming her ass and kissing her neck. She moaned softly in his ear.
"Me either." She reached down between them and undid his belt, or at least tried too. After a few seconds of fussing, Hiccup reached between them and undid his belt for her. It wasn’t the most romantic of moments, but it didn’t last. As soon as the belt was undone his pants opened and were pushed to his ankles. He felt her move what must have been a tiny amount of fabric out of the way before sitting on him, feeling her hot, wet lips wrap around him.
"Fuck" he groaned into her chest, moving the best he could. It wasn’t the best position for leverage on his end, but it seemed to be working for Astrid. She tossed her braid over her shoulder and rocked her hips hard onto his, letting out a breathy moan on his cheek. "That good?" He asked, a little too pleased with himself.
"Uh huh" she said breathily, nodding. "You feel amazing" she moaned. She had her eyes closed, her head back and her hands on his shoulders. She seemed really into it.
"Um, bedroom?" He asked shyly.
"Why?" she breathed.
"Hard to move, don’t fell like I’m…contributing." She shook her head, rolling her hips a little harder on him.
"It’s good" she said, still breathy.
"And I don’t want my roommates smelling your pussy on my couch."
"Totally fair," She said standing up quickly. She darted off and disappeared into his bedroom. Hiccup remained seated on the couch for a second, dick still wet from her pussy in mild revelation. Astrid was really awesome, and she totally wanted to have sex with him. Shit, he had to make sure not to screw this up. He picked up his jeans and followed her into his room, closing the door behind him.
So, Author’s note. I know these are kind of a tease as far as smut goes, but I like how they have formed and writing out the sex, at least all of it, just felt like too much. I’ll probably write a pure smut of them sooner or later, but for now I kinda like how these work. And if you haven’t noticed….I have a lot of sexual tension pent up with these two. Might d oa Ruffstrid drabble and a Ruffcup one at some point. Not sure yet. I would to an Erstrid, but I honestly don’t really like them as a couple, not because they don’t have chemistry, I just can’t see Astrid being that into bulky dudes. But what do I know?