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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Denmark_(Hetalia)/Iceland_(Hetalia), implied_Denmark/Norway_-
      Relationship
  Character:
      Denmark_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Female_Iceland_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-11-27 Words: 649
****** Black Winged Angel ******
by pandaspots
Summary
     Things are not always how it seems and they're most likely not as
     beautiful as the movies.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Mikkel couldn't see. He knew he was at Eydis' house, but had no idea why he was
blindfolded and on a bed. He always slept on the couch, when Berwald kicked him
out.
A soft touch told him he wasn't alone.
"Eydis?"
A delicate hand on his mouth told him not to speak. But that wouldn't deter his
mouth from doing so.
"Is that you, Eydis? This is not fun, you know."
Two hands cupped his cheeks and he felt soft, silky hair hit his neck just
before soft, warm lips covered his own. He smelled a faint trace of alcohol,
which meant Eydis was drunk. She wasn't specially talkative when she drank in a
bad mood. And even less when horny, he knew that. He tried to move his hands to
get the blindfold off only to find out his hands were tied. He could move them
a little but not so much. Mikkel felt a shifting on the mattress and twitched a
bit from anticipation. It was Eydis, alright, who else would rip his boxers off
with such violence? She mouthed his cock drowsily, leaving wet spots that
chilled with the touch of the air.
"Eydis, I want to see you..." He was cut off by small fingers in his mouth,
wrenching it open a little wider and she was then licking his mouth before
removing her fingers to trace a wet path down his neck and torso, and shoving
her tongue down his throath. He hummed shamelessly into the kiss when her hand
touched his dick, caressing not so much as pumping. Her hands were light and
soft. Too soft, maybe, but he was thinking with the lower head.
Her mouth moved down his body and once again was on his cock, licking and
sucking and this time she swallowed it whole. Mikkel gasped. She kept it inside
her mouth and hummed lightly when his hands tried to move to her head. He
didn't even registered yet that the hum was too childish.
"Eydis..." He whispered, close to coming, and she let go of him, but didn't
leave him unattended for too long, because she was soon back onto him,
bouncing. She was tight around his dick, maybe too tight, but he wasn't in any
condition to object, thinking becoming painful as the girl on top of him kept
with her hip movements, back and forth, in and out, faster and faster and
faster. She made cute whimpers and moans, as if repressing those sounds. She
sounded as if she was in a little bit of pain, too, but he shove that thought
aside, because in that moment, he felt a soft body slump over him, her breasts
close to his mouth. A little shuffling and he felt his hands go free. Just as
he was going to take the blindfold off, she moved a little, and he became
painfully aware he needed to come. Instead he grasped her hips, forcefully
slamming her against his hips, little yelps of pleasure rolling out of her
mouth.
"I love you, Eydis..." Mikkel whispered before he shuffled her off him and came
on her stomach. She felt weirdly rigid under his fingers, and now that he
could, he moved his hands to take off the blindfold. He heard a fast fumbling
with the sheets. Who he saw then leaving hurriedly wasn't in the least the
person he expected.
Isolde.
He had sex with the girl he loved like a little sister.
Obviously he had underestimated her. And he shouldn't have just assumed it was
Eydis. Now that he thought, it was pretty obvious. Eydis would have slapped him
everytime he opened his mouth. She'd never have deepthroathed him (and where
the hell did that kid even learn that). Eydis would have outright screamed,
fuck the others. She had rougher hands, stronger hands. She did not whimper,
she moaned.
Fuck.
End Notes
     This was an exercise for therapy I wrote a while ago as part of
     recovery. While the very content triggers me a whole lot, I thought
     I'd quote my therapist on this: 'sharing eases the pain because you
     can see who you can trust and who will be there for you no matter
     what'. Originally posted in my RP tumblr
     (eyjafjallajokullisnotakeysmash)
     Please warn me of any misspelling or confuse passage and please point
     out the exact place, because I can't read this shit without crying.
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