*~~~*Jack & Hiccup Imagines & Preferences*~~~*

*~~~*He Teases You*~~~*

". . . then yes, I did do that on purpose," he sensually whispered in your ear, causing you to sigh in frustration - both normal and sexual.

"You little--" you began, before you realised that your desire waaay more important than justice right now.

"Y'know what? Screw this," you growled before grabbing a chunk of his hair. "C'mere, you . . ."

And you promptly pulled him into a kiss.

Hiccup instantly reacted, wrapping his arms right around your waist and pulling you as close to him as he could. Personal space was a thing of the past as you two continued with your lustful actions.

As you two continued making out, your hands held onto his shoulders before slowly sliding themselves down his stomach, the one you were ogling at oh, so much.

"Wait, wait," Hiccup gasped, suddenly pushing you back. You sighed again in frustration before glaring at him, silently asking him what it was.

He didn't answer for a minute, but then a triumphant smirk graced his lips.

"What about (d/n)'s 'mirror scales'?" he asked you innocently.

That cocky bastard.

With an growl, you pushed Hiccup onto his couch, before slowly undoing your corset. Hiccup watched you in fascination, his forest green eyes now darkening with lust.

"Well, to be honest . . ." You started before climbing onto the couch and pulling Hiccup close to you, biting the top of his ear.

". . . (d/n)'s 'mirror scales' are gonna have to fucking wait."

Jack: "So, (y/n), dear, how've you been so far?" your mum asked you as you tucked into your meal.

You were at a family get together with just your mum and dad, where you caught up with each other and found out about how each other's lives were doing.

"I've been fine, thanks, Mum," you answered, giving her a smile and causing Jack to roll his eyes at your reservedness.

Jack had accompanied you because he didn't like the idea of staying at your home alone so he sat next to you. Of course, your parents couldn't see him so they just thought no one was there.

Jack was getting bored - he wanted to do something fun! Pretending not to exist was not fun; he needed another way of entertaining himself.

Then, his blue winter eyes lit up before laying themselves on you, a small smirk gracing his features.

Slowly but surely, Jack moved his hand under the table and placed it on your lower thigh. You, without even flinching, almost unconsciously moved his hand onto his lap, before continuing on with your conversation with your parents.

This didn't deter Jack, though, instead making him even more determined.

Playing hard to get, huh snowflake? he asked you mentally. Well, two can play at that game!

Once again, he placed his hand on your thigh. You, being occupied with eating, couldn't exactly take off his hand so you just shook your leg vigorously in hope that his hand would fall off.

False hope.

Jack smirked as he moved his fingers up your thigh until they were directly under the bottom of your dress.

"Jack . . ." you growled irritably and almost inaudibly, so your parents couldn't - and wouldn't - hear, ". . . behave."

"But I am . . ." Jack leaned over to your ear, his cold breath tickling you neck, ". . . snowflake."