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Rating:
Explicit
Archive Warning:
Underage
Category:
F/M, Other
Fandom:
Hetalia:_Axis_Powers, 2P_Hetalia_-_Fandom
Relationship:
Germany_(Hetalia)/Reader, America_(Hetalia)/Reader, France_(Hetalia)/
Reader, Prussia_(Hetalia)/Reader, Canada_(Hetalia)/Reader, Austria_
(Hetalia)/Reader
Character:
Germany_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Canada_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), America_
(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Prussia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), France_(Hetalia:
Axis_Powers), Austria_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
Additional Tags:
Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Hetalia, Smut, Lemon, reader_-
Freeform, Germany/reader/Prussia, BDSM, Spanking, teacher, principal,
Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Oral_Sex, tied_up, Loss_of_Virginity, Food_Kink,
Birthday_Sex, Dubious_Consent, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, War, captured
spy, Soldier!Austria, Crying
Stats:
Published: 2016-01-24 Updated: 2016-03-15 Chapters: 6/? Words: 17383
****** Various Hetalia/Reader Lemons for your pleasure! ******
by DawnSorenson
Summary
A variety of oneshots in which you, reader, get it on with the hot
men of Hetalia! And I am more than happy to take requests if you have
any :)
***** GermanyxReaderxPrussia - Surrender and Obey *****
"Bruder." Prussia frowned at his brother. "Don't gag her, I had a better idea
for that mouth."
Prussia smirked and slowly ran his crop around the edge of your mouth.
"Is that so?" Germany asks, moving from his place over you, taking the satin
red tie from your mouth. Prussia traces the crop down to your breasts.
"Open your mouth." He commanded sternly.
You obey and let your jaw drop open. You look to Germany to see a dark grin
spread
across his face. A yelp escapes your lips as Prussia swiftly raises and brings
the crop down
onto your sensitive breast. That yelp is followed by a soft moan as the area
begins to tingle
and burn slightly.
"Look at me when I am talking to you!"
You lifted your head to make eye contact once again. They had you positioned
on the bed so
that your feet were tied to the headboard, and your arms to the bottom of the
bed. Just in a
way that left your head hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Open your mouth more, as wide as it can go."
This time you tried. You opened your mouth as wide as it would go, just as
instructed.
Prussia examined your mouth for a second, even running a gloved finger along
your lips.
"You have such a small mouth _______, I think this is going to be a bit of a
tight fit."
Meanwhile, while you were holding your gaze on Prussia, his younger brother
had moved
so that he was kneeling in between your spread legs. You wanted so badly to see
what he
was doing, but you knew it would be better to keep your eyes on the Albino.
Neither of them
had instructed you to do otherwise anyhow. He leaned over you and handed the
crop off to
Germany; now all you could see was the large outline of his "5 meters" through
the skin tight
leather pants he wore. Suddenly, Germany's finger slowly ran up your slit,
bringing a deep
moan from you. He chuckled.
"So wet mein liebchen."
Prussia snickered and you watched as he took the zipper of his pants and
pulled it down.
He reached in and took his length out. Still holding it, he used his other hand
to grab your
chin and guided himself into your mouth. You could taste the sweet precum that
lingered on
his tip before he pushed himself further into your mouth.
"Suck."
Once again you were complying with his commands. You closed your lips around
his
length and began to suck. Down at the other end of your body, Germany began to
massage
the bundle of nerves in between your legs. Your deep moan vibrated Prussia's
member and in
turn he thrust his hips slightly, forcing himself further down your throat and
choking you.
You were quite nearly overwhelmed with everything that was going on, but you
definitely
were enjoying yourself more than it may have seemed, but hey, you couldn't help
your gag
reflex or how it forced your eyes to water. You choked out a whimper when
Germany removed
his fingers. Suddenly a loud crack sounded through the room as the crop came in
contact
with the smooth skin of your stomach. You tensed as the sharp sensation sparked
where the
crop had hit. Shortly after your own moan, Prussia let out one of his own.
"Was that a complaint?"
How could you respond, with an aroused Prussia using your mouth to get off?
"I do things on my terms Liebchen." Germany growled. A zipping sound made
its way to
your ears before you felt something prodding at your entrance. A tingling
sparked in your
lower abdomen as you waited in anticipation for Germany to ravish you. You knew
his love
for rough sex and most definitely had no complaints. One swift movement of his
hips and
you were full of him. You groaned loudly. Germany picked up a fast pace, one
faster than
Prussia's. He slammed into you, hitting the perfect spot each and every time.
The force from
him pounding into you repeatedly, forced Prussia's cock even further down your
throat. You
could tell Prussia was close; his breathing came in short gasps and groans and
his thrusts
became erratic.
With a shout, Prussia's cock pulsed in your mouth and a sticky warm
substance shot down
your throat. You swallowed around him, taking in every bit of his seed. Between
Prussia's
sounds of ecstasy and Germany showing you no mercy, your release came with an
intense
wave that wracked your whole body. You trembled and cried out, your mouth now
empty as
Prussia had removed himself previously. You writhed under Germany and before
long he too
came, filling you with his hot seed. He grunted with his last few thrusts then
pulled out and
collapsed on your body. His head rose and fell with each of your deep breaths.
You lay under the hefty German, your body spend and tingling from your
orgasmic high. Prussia moved around the bed, releasing your limbs from their
restraints.
"You guys were amazing," You smirked, "as always."
Prussia laughed,
"Of course! I am the awesome Prussia! And I suppose my little bro is
awesome too." He leaned in and gave you a kiss, "But you mein dear, you were
amazing yourself."
"Ja, I concur."
You grinned. They would never fail to leave you feeling satisfied.
***** Principal!GermanyxReader - Punishment *****
Chapter Summary
Reader gets punished by her sexy principal, Germany.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“That’s it! _______ to the principal’s office immediately!!”
Your teacher, Mr.Kirkland yelled at you with a red face. The whole class
had been unruly, but that piece of paper that you threw back at your friend was
the last straw. Probably just because it missed your friend and managed to hit
Mr.Kirkland square in the forehead. Possibly not your best move. You could feel
your cheeks burning as the situation set in. You were mortified. Silently you
stood from your seat and packed up your things; who knew how long you would
have to spend talking to the principal. You glanced at Mr.Kirkland as you left
the room on shaky legs. He was on the phone, glaring holes into you and
probably calling to let the principal know that you would be on your way.
As you walked down the halls, slowly making your way to the office, your
body grew slightly numb. You had never talked to the principal for anything
negative in all of your school time, but that was about to change real quick
and it struck dread right into your heart. It would tarnish your reputation of
being the “perfect student”. He would probably call your parents, and they
would be mad, everyone would be mad! You hate when people are mad at you! You
stop for a second, hastily shaking those thoughts from your head before you get
too anxious and pass out. Taking in a deep breath, you finish the walk to the
office.
You take another deep breath before opening the door of the office and
walking in to meet your doom. Pamela, the office lady was hanging up the phone
just as you stepped foot into the office.
“_____?”
Pamela asked as she adjusted the glasses on the tip of her nose.
“That’s me.”
You sighed.
“Follow me.” Pamela stood from her desk and began to walk down the only
hallway in the small office. You followed silently behind her, stopping when
she stopped at a door. She pressed a button next to the door and spoke into the
speaker just above it.
“Mr.Beilschmidt, ______ is here to speak with you about her disruptive
behaviour in Mr.Kirkland’s class.”
She released the button, and soon after Mr.Beilschmidt’s somewhat distorted
voice sounded through the speaker.
“Ja? Send her in.”
Pamela opened the door for you, and after you walked in she shut it behind
you. You glanced nervously at the door before you looked at Mr.Beilschmidt.
This was the first time seeing him. You were a new student here and because of
your perfect record, you had no reason to see him. He looked oddly young to be
a principal, probably in his mid-twenties you assumed. You took note of how his
muscular his arms looked even through the sleeves of his dress shirt. His
blonde hair was slicked back; not a piece out of place. It left his face and
bright blue eyes unobstructed.
“Please _____, have a seat and tell me what you did.”
“Yes sir.” You whispered softly, sitting down in the chair across from his
desk that he motioned to and setting your bag next to it. You looked back at
his face, and noticed a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. Why was he blushing?
You adjusted your skirt so that it wasn’t laying so high up on your thighs.
You still trembled slightly, scared of what he was going to say when you told
your story. It could be worse, but it still wasn’t a very good one either.
“So what happened in Mr.Kirkland’s class?”
You took a deep breath, looking down at your folded hands in your lap.
“W-well, Mr.Kirkland was already frustrated with everyone, seeing as we just
got back from Spring Break and everyone was a bit unruly. And then my friend
threw a paper ball at me, and when I tried to throw it back, it well... it uhm
hit Mr.Kirkland in the face.”
You could feel your cheeks burning from embarrassment as Mr.Beilschmidt
wrote something down on a notepad that sat in front of him on the desk.
“_____, do you know that throwing anything in class is against the rules?”
“Yes...”
“Then why did you do it?”
“I don’t know!”
Ashamed, you buried your face in your hands.
“Here at (school name) we don’t tolerate rule breaking of any kind. I am
afraid that I will have to call your parents and give you in school suspension
tomorrow.”
You drew your hands away from your face, eyes wide as dread settled right
into the pit of your stomach.
“Please Mr.Beilschmidt, don’t call my parents! They will be furious! I’ll do
anything, just don’t call them!”
Mr.Beilschmidt smirked.
“Anything?”
You nodded, tears now pricking at your eyes. You watched him rise from his
chair and moved to the door. Your heart fluttered nervously as the click of the
door’s lock sounded. He dauntingly moved back behind his desk as he spoke.
“Come over here.”
He beckoned you from behind his desk where he stood. You lifted yourself
from the chair and only then did you allow your eyes to run down his body. You
gasped. Through his dress pants you could see the large outline of his
erection.
Despite having seen what you just did you slowly walked over to him,
stopping just a foot before him.
“Bend over my desk for me.”
“Mr.Beilschmidt... W-won’t some-someone hear us?”
You gulped nervously. Mr.Beilschmidt just grinned wickedly.
“The walls of the offices are soundproofed, no one will hear anything that
happens in this room. But I can still call your parents if you’d rather have
that be your punishment.”
You shook your head, then hastily moved in front of the desk. You hesitated
a moment before laying your top half on the desk, bringing your hands up so
that you could grip the front edges of it if need be.
“Good choice.” He rolled his chair back so that he could stand just a few
inches behind you. He placed a hand on your hip and leaned in close, whispering
in your ear, “Schatz, that phone call about your behaviour interrupted my
personal time. For that alone I am going to have to punish you.”
Chills ran down your spine and lingered even after he straightened and was
no longer at your ear. His large hand left your hip, and soon your skirt was
flipped up. You cursed yourself for wearing lacy, see-through panties despite
being unable to find the shorts you normally wear under your skirts.
“Sexy panties under such a short skirt? What a naughty girl...”
You gasped once more as he roughly yanked said panties off of you, letting
them aimlessly fall down your legs and onto the floor below. The air was cool
on your bare buttcheeks and the part of your lower lips which were left exposed
to the room.
You blushed profusely as his hand captured your right buttcheek, squeezing
and massaging it. Then his hand was gone and he was opening a desk drawer. You
turned your head, watching out of the corner of your eye as he rustled around
in the drawer for a bit before pulling out a ruler; a metal one to be exact.
Your jaw dropped - he is going to use that to spank you isn’t he? Your
breathing grew ragged as you waited for him to use the ruler on you.
“Maybe this will teach you to follow the rules?”
You felt his hand go on your back, pressing you into the desk, then suddenly
a loud crack sounded through the room. You yelped as he brought the ruler down
and you felt the sharp sting of the metal against your skin. He gave the pain
no time to subside as he brought the ruler down again and again. Your
buttcheeks burned and tingled, and you trembled against the desk and his hand
that still remained on your lower back. By the final spank, you were numb to
the pain that it sparked and couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips.
Mr.Beilschmidt’s warm chuckle mingled with the sound of your soft panting.
The desk drawer opened yet again and you heard the metal ruler being set
down, then more rustling in the desk. You turned your head just in time to see
him pulling out a square foil package; a condom. As soon as your mind wandered
to just the mental image of what was about to happen, anticipation pooled in
your lower abdomen. This time when he leaned in to you, Mr.Beilschmidt ground
his hips into you, effectively pressing his erection against your butt.
“Are you a virgin, _____?”
“Y-yes Mr.Beilschmidt.”
“Call me Ludwig, just when we are alone.”
You nodded your head quickly. The hand that had been resting on your back,
slowly moved up. You were sure that he was going to slip it under your shirt to
unclasp your bra, but instead his hand trailed all the way up to your hair; the
soft taction of his fingers tickling your neck. His fingers twisted around your
(h/c) strands and he pulled your head up so that you could see him just out of
the corner of your eye.
“Are you comfortable with me taking your virginity?”
“Yes.”
Your voice was now just a whisper.
That was enough of an answer for him. He released your hair and you then
heard his pants unzip. He tore open the foil wrapper of the condom and slipped
it out of it’s packaging, quickly unrolling it onto his painfully hard
erection. His large hands went to your hips. He slipped his hands under your
shirt to hold onto your bare skin; as if the contact he was getting soon wasn’t
enough. Your heart fluttered in your chest when you felt the tip of his length
prodding at your entrance, then suddenly he sheathed himself in you in one
swift motion. You gasped and gripped the edge of the desk as the sharp pain you
expected struck you. Ludwig fought back the urge to ignore your pain and to
have his way with you; he couldn’t bare the thought of you not enjoying your
first time.
You rested your head on the desk, breathing softly while you let the pain
subside. After a few seconds he pulled out, then slowly re-entered this time.
It was a bit uncomfortable, but not painful. When you didn’t tense or whimper
in pain when he entered you, he took that as a sign to continue. His nails bit
into your skin as his grip tightened on your hips and he began to thrust harder
and faster into you. You were both panting loudly at this point. A knot was
forming deep in your abdomen and Ludwig gave it no time to subside as he
relentlessly pounded into you.
“Liebchen~” He choked out a groan, “You’re so tight, mein gott. ”
“Ludwig...”
You shuddered as you whimpered his name.
“Ja?”
“I-I am so close!”
Your body was trembling as you spoke, almost as if it didn’t know how to
handle the amazing feelings it was being put through.
“Come for me.” He commanded, “Scream my name.”
That was your undoing. Your back arched as warmth spread throughout your
body. His name was just a high pitched yelp torn from your vocal chords. His
pace stilled and he shouted with his release. The tremors that wracked your
body began to die out, but lingered long enough to send aftershocks through
you.
Still laying on the desk, panting, you began to focus yourself on the real
world again. Ludwig pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and somewhat
sore. Just a few more seconds passed before you. Your legs were heavy, causing
you to stumble and Ludwig to grab your arm. He chuckled, satisfied with lasting
effect he had left on you. You blushed, but smiled nonetheless. He released
your arm to remove the condom, after which he adjusted himself back into his
pants.
“You were good, frau. I think I’ll also remove your in school detention,
but,” He bent down and picked up those sexy little panties you had been
wearing. “I think I will be confiscating these.”
He twirled the panties around his fingers before opening a desk drawer and
dropping them in it; the same drawer that held the condom and the ruler.
Completely ignoring the fact that you would be pantyless for the rest of the
day, a burst of confidence overcame you.
“That’s alright. I have more at home.”
You shrugged before you bent over - right in front of him - and picked up
your bag. When you looked back, there was a dark smirk across his face.
“Duly noted miss _____. Now, move along to your next class before I need to
punish you again.”
You grinned, then walked to the door and smoothed your clothes before you
unlocked it and walked out into the main office. You chewed on your lip, you
had most definitely not expected that when you first got sent to the office.
The Next Day:
The clock said there was 10 minutes left before first period began, enough
time to do what you had planned the night before. You took hold of the handle
and opened the door to the main office, walking in just as you had the previous
day.
“Good morning _____, what do you need?”
There was Pamela, looking concerned.
“Morning!” You grinned sweetly. “May I talk to Mr.Beilschmidt about
something?”
As if on command, he walked out from the innards of the office.
“Oh, ____ what are you doing in here?”
“Perfect. _____ wanted to talk to you Mr.Beilschmidt.”
Pamela grinned.
“Is it private?”
Ludwig raised an eyebrow. Maybe he was keen to the plan you had.
“No, it was just about that desk work you had me do. I know it was
punishment for my bad behaviour, but I actually enjoyed it. I just wanted to
say, if you ever need help with desk work again, I am willing to help out.”
“What a good student you are!”
You and Ludwig glanced at an ignorant and gleeful Pamela. Oh, little did she
know, ‘desk work’ meant something far different than what she was thinking.
“Thank you for the offer, _____, I actually have some desk work you could
help with right now. I am sure your first period teacher would understand.”
You smiled; he was blushing, and you had achieved your goal.
Chapter End Notes
I hope you all enjoyed this! :D And like I said in the description, I
am more than happy to take requests!
***** FrancexReader - Dirty Mouth? *****
Chapter Summary
Reader entertains France while he talks on the phone.
Eyes lilting back and forth, Francis watched the motion of your hips as you
sauntered towards him. A smirk appeared on his face when he felt himself
hardening just at the sight of you in that sexy little nightgown.
Not once breaking your lust-filled prowess, you gracefully straddled him.
Francis lifted his arms from the armrest of the chair on which he sat, and
wrapped them around you, pulling you against him.
“Mon cherie, what a lovely surprise it is to see you wearing the lingerie I
picked out for you!”
“I had a feeling you would enjoy it.”
You grinned at him and slowly weaved your fingers into his golden locks. All
it took was a lingering glance at his lips to draw him into a kiss; he couldn’t
resist the longing that showed so strongly in your eyes. Your lips mingled for
a moment before you slowly trailed kisses from his lips to his neck. You sucked
and nipped at his soft skin, leaving a bright red and purple mark. Most people
would have been irritated with the tell-tale mark, but Francis wore lovebites
like golden medals. He moaned and ran his hand from your back to the back of
your neck, holding you to him. With his free hand he slipped the thin straps of
the nightgown off your shoulders. It fell down around your waist, exposing your
breasts to him. Before he could do anything, you slid off his lap to the floor
where you kneeled in front of him.You smiled up at him, looking into those blue
eyes of his as you traced the outline of his erection that was putting a great
deal of strain on the denim. His mouth fell agape with a tense sigh.
After what seemed like an eternity - to Francis at least - you unzipped his
jeans. You took the waist of them and tugged it down. Francis lifted his hips
and you pulled the jeans off the rest of the way, then pushed them aside. Now,
all that stood between you and your very large target was a pair of red
silk boxers. Still grinning up at him through your lashes, you massaged his
cock through the thin material. He groaned, his head dropping back.
“Mon cherie, don’t be such a tease.”
His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he whined then swallowed
dramatically. You couldn’t help but chuckle; Francis is always so dramatic.
Leaving his bulge, you dipped the tips of your fingers into the waistband of
his boxers and pulled the front down until his “eiffel tower” was free. You
wrapped your hand around his thick shaft and began to slowly run it up and
down. After a few pumps of your hand, you leaned in and languidly ran your
tongue along the firm vein on the underside of his cock. You felt Francis’ leg
muscles tense, and he hissed softly. This sound was music to your ears. With a
deep breath, you engulfed the head of his cock in your warm mouth. He groaned
loudly, and twisted his fingers into your hair. Knowing how much you enjoyed it
when he took control, he aided you in bobbing your head up and down.
With one hand you stroked the base of his shaft, and with the other hand you
softly stroked his inner thigh. You ran that hand up and gently stroked his
balls with your fingertips. He moaned and his grip tightened on your hair. You
peered up at him from under your lashes, intending to make eye contact, but it
was almost more rewarding to see that his head was rested back, and his mouth
was wide open. No sound was coming out of his mouth, but he was breathing quite
heavily, all thanks to your skillful ministrations. A surge of excitement ran
through you, centering right at your core. As the wetness really began to pool
in between your legs, you let out a soft moan. If you could have smirked, you
would have: that moan had to have felt good to him.
Suddenly, the harsh sound of the phone ringing startled both of you. You
would have pulled your mouth off of Francis, but his hand on the back of your
head prevented that. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked up at him. He gently stroked
your head, before saying,
“It’s fine mon cherie, I’ll be okay. Keep going and I’ll answer it.”
You rolled your eyes. Of course he wouldn’t want you to stop, not even for a
phone call. You resumed bobbing your head, now at a slower pace. He picked up
the phone, halting it mid ring, and brought it up to his ear.
“Bonjour!”
Deciding to up the ante for him, you incorporated sucking into it. You ran
your tongue along the underside of his cock while giving it a good sucking.
Once again, you could just feel how tense he was.
“Oui, _____ is a bit busy right now, but she will be available soon. Do you
want her to call you back, Arthur?”
You froze. Your heart skipped a beat, and your cheeks started to burn just
from hearing your brother’s name. He would be furious if he knew what was
happening while he was talking to Francis; Arthur already wasn’t pleased with
the fact that you were staying with him in the first place. You slowly began to
move your head up and down again. The sooner you got Francis off, the sooner
you could get talking to Arthur over with.
“She is in the bathroom I believe. Oui, I suppose we can chat until she gets
out.”
The two continued to have a conversation, while you pleasured Francis. You
gradually started to take more and more of him in, until you had his entire
length down your throat, and his blonde pubic hair was tickling your nose. You
swallowed around his shaft, and enjoyed the way he shuddered under you, before
taking him back out again. How he was managing to remain composed through all
this, you had no clue.
You didn’t want to admit it to yourself, but you were a bit nervous. The
other few times you had done this for him, he had warned you when he was about
to come, but this time he obviously couldn’t. Not experienced enough to tell
when it was about to happen without verbal signs, you had no clue when he was
going to erupt in your mouth. After a few more times of taking him in
completely, his legs suddenly tensed and his nails dug into your scalp.
‘This is it, he’s coming.’ You thought briefly.
The head of his cock pulsed against your tongue, then his salty and sticky
substance shot into your mouth. Along with string after string of cum, his
whole body trembled. You did the best you could at swallowing it all, but some
managed to find its way out of the corners of your lips and dribbled down your
chin.
Once he finally relaxed, he released his hold on your head and let you pull
yourself away from him.
“Pardon! ______, is back and she was saying something. Here she is.”
You hastily wiped your mouth and chin off on the back of your hand before
you took the phone from Francis.
“Hey Arthur, what’s up?”
You tried your best not to sound nervous, or suspicious for that matter.
“Oh, not much. I was just calling to make sure you are okay, and that that
frog hasn’t touched my precious, baby sister.”
Your eyes widened and you laughed nervously.
“Nope, not at all. I’d cut his hand off if he did.”
You let your gaze settle on Francis adjusting himself back into his pants.
“That’s my sister! Anyways, that is all I called for. I love you.”
“I love you too, big brother.”
You said, slipping into your adorable little girl voice.
Hanging up the phone, you set it on the arm of the chair and ran your fingers
through your hair. You looked up at Francis when he laughed his signature
laugh.
“______, my sweet _______. Talking to your protective brother with that
dirty mouth. He wouldn’t be very pleased to know where those lips were just
seconds before talking to you.”
You blushed, and giggled softly.
“But you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. You know exactly what to do to drive me insane, and
everything about it is perfect. And now,” He said, grabbing your hands and
beginning to help you back onto his lap. “I do believe we have only started.”
It looks like you are in for a long, and very fun night!
***** CanadaxReader (Request) *****
Chapter Summary
A request I got on another website I post my works to! I'm always
open to taking requests :)
Standing on Matthew’s porch, you sucked in a deep breath. This was
ridiculous. You had been dating him for three months now, walking into his
house on your own shouldn’t make you as nervous as it did, especially when he
had specifically told you that could come in whenever you got there. Well, he’d
actually told you that you were welcome any time, but knowing how shy you were,
whenever he wanted you to come over he would invite you over anyways, as he had
done earlier that day.
He was so sweet and, being shy himself, he totally understood why you acted
the way you did at times. Matthew’s quiet nervousness had actually be what
attracted you to him in the first place. A smile came to your face when you
briefly thought back to Matthew’s reaction upon meeting you the first time he
came over to visit Alfred.
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“Oh, someone finally emerged from her bedroom! Matt, this is my sister,
______!”
“H-hi ________, i-i-it’s n-nice to meet you. I’m, I’m Matthew.” The blond-
haired guy had stammered out, gaping at you. He then looked up at Alfred and
whispered, “This is your sister?”
“Yeah dude.” Alfred laughed. “So don’t get any ideas, you hear?”
Meanwhile, you stood in the kitchen like a blushing deer in the headlights.
Leave it to Alfred to bring home a cute friend when you are still in your
(favourite animal) jammies at noon.
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You had been so embarrassed then, but now that you were dating, the memory
made you laugh, and it eased your nerves enough in that moment to get you to
open the door. As you walked in, you continued to muse over that memory, and
all of those that led up to you two dating.
Alfred had been a bit mad when he learned that Matt had asked you, his
precious little sister, out on a date, but he eventually changed his mind and
decided that maybe you two were in fact nearly perfect for each other.
“Matthew?” You called out into the house as you came into the empty kitchen.
“Oh!” You heard Matt shuffling around in the next room, the den. “I’m
coming, one sec.”
Smiling more, you didn’t wait. Hands clasped shyly in front of you, you
padded through the kitchen and carefully pushed open the door leading into the
den.
It was dark in the room, the only light coming from the large flat screen TV
on the wall. Matt stood by the coffee table, frozen in the middle of putting a
video game controller down. He was wearing his red and white maple leaf
sweatshirt and a loose pair of jeans.
“I-I’m sorry, _____, I kind of lost track of time.” he said in his soft
voice with a light blush on his cheeks.
“It’s okay, I don’t mind. You can keep playing if you want, I don’t mind
watching.”
“No, it’s fine!” He said hastily. “I invited you over to hang out, I don’t
want to bore you!”
Matt was blushing furiously now. You looked really cute in your cozy, white
knitted sweater and grey leggings. It made you look so soft and cuddly, and
here he was in a lazy outfit acting all flustered.
“W-why don’t we watch a movie? D-do you want to?” He cringed. Why was he
being so weird about it? He was just asking you to watch a movie, no big deal.
You eased his nerves by smiling.
“Sure, I am down. You get to pick though!” You said, even though the thought
made you kind of nervous too. Didn’t couples usually make out while watching a
movie? It wasn’t like you hadn’t done that before, because you two had, but
never in a mostly dark room, and never while you were this alone. Did Matt
have other intentions behind wanting to watch a movie with you?
Regardless, you took a small breath as you quickly trotted over to the couch
and sat down. You wouldn’t exactly have minded if you two did make out, now
that you thought about it, but you were worried that your nervousness would
make you do something stupid.
“Are you sure you don’t want to pick, ______?” He asked, carefully picking
up the controller and joining you on the couch. At least a foot of space sat in
between you two, which kind of disappointed you.
“I’m sure, I have no doubt that you’ll pick a great movie for us today.”
“O-okay, one second.”
You waited patiently while he closed the game, opened Netflix, and proceeded
to flip through his vast queue of movies and TV shows. The entire time, half of
your attention was spent on plotting.
You really didn’t want to spend the entire movie sitting up like this with
so much space between you. It would be far more comfortable to cozy up with
him, so… If Matt didn’t make a move to get closer after the movie starts, you
would be bold and be the one to make a move.
“How about this?” He asked, opening a page to a romantic comedy about a
kooky love triangle. Apparently Matt had a secret sappy side to him that
enjoyed romantic comedies if it was in his queue. You grinned.
“Sure, that one looks good.”
“Great!” He pressed play, and the room was swathed in darkness while the
movie loaded briefly.
You waited eagerly, hoping that at any moment you would feel the couch
shift, followed by his body moving close, or his arm pulling you in. Yeah,
actually, that would be kinda hot if he pulled you against him.
The room lit back up and the movie began to play, starting with a bright and
cheery opening with peppy music. You glanced in Matt’s direction. He showed no
signs of making any type of move. you bit your lip. You could do this.
Working up the courage, you scooted closer until you were right up next to
him.
“W-what?” He asked. Your heart raced and fear bubbled up in your chest until
you saw his face. He was surprised, but he didn’t look like he was unhappy with
the change of seating.
“Can we…? Is this okay? I’d be more comfortable if I was cuddling with you…”
You blushed.
“Oh, sure, we can cuddle.” His voice may have trembled, but his body relaxed
significantly and he smiled sweetly. He raised his arm and you leaned in,
coming to rest in the crook of his arm. He wrapped his arm around your
shoulder.
Looking at him, one wouldn’t think that he was strong, but he was. Oh he
really was. Through his sweatshirt and your sweater you could feel his muscular
arm wrapping around you, holding you and making you feel secure. Along with
that, it stirred up a unique feeling in the pit of your stomach, making it
somewhat difficult to focus on the movie.
Little did you know, Matt wasn’t able to focus very well either. You smelled
so lovely, and having your soft, feminine body pressing into his, with your arm
around his waist holding onto him, was making his head spin.
Reaching up, he ran his fingers through your soft (h/c) hair. When you
looked up, your eyes locked onto his for a brief moment and electricity sparked
between you two until he closed his eyes, leaned in, and pressed his lips to
your.
A soft whimper found its way out of your throat. You hand went to his chest
where your fingers tightened in his sweatshirt. Your heart started pounding
erratically in your chest as you kissed him back, practically melting into his
soft lips, your body molding to his. The desire that swept through your body
dulled the nervous energy sweeping through your body.
You really wanted him.
His lips parted and his tongue lightly slid along your lower lip, asking for
your permission to deepen the kiss. Leaning in more, you opened your mouth just
enough to give him admittance.
He took it, slipping his tongue into your mouth. His free hand came up to
cup your cheek as his tongue mingled with yours, massaging it almost. You could
taste a sweet hint of maple syrup on him. It was familiar and nice, but for
some reason you were enjoying it so much more than usual. Everything seemed
more exciting; maybe it was the idea that there would be no interruptions now,
sitting in the back of your mind, simpering at you.
Matt’s hand left your cheek, slowly running a path down your neck. His
fingertips danced over your collarbones, sending shivers down your spine before
he continued on his path downwards while he kept on kissing you passionately.
You were surprised to feel his hand cup your breast through your clothes,
getting as good a feel of it as he could. The buzz that shot through your body
made you gasp into his mouth.
Following your gasp, Matt pulled his lips away and his hand slid down to
rest below your breast on your ribcage.
“Was that too much?” He asked nervously, panting.
You shook your head.
“No, you just surprised me.” You laughed quietly.
“Oh, well, then is this okay?”
His hand moved down your side and slipped up under your sweater. You sucked
in a breath as his hand moved back up over your bare stomach, clearly moving
towards your breasts. Goosebumps rose all over your skin. His bold touch made
your knees tremble, but it felt so right.
“That’s fine too.” You said, your voice barely a whisper. His deft fingers
found their way under the underwire of your bra. “Yeah, that’s definitely
okay.”
It was clear that some of France’s skill and prowess had rubbed off on Matt,
even if he came off as shy and awkward 95% of the time. His caresses
practically immobilized you against him. Your fingers were still twisted into
his sweatshirt, and your eyes were locked onto his face. When he leaned in, you
too leaned in and met him halfway, pressing your lips into his with the same
amount of passion.
You were excited, and a little bit afraid. Having his hand in your bra,
massaging your breast, had suddenly awoken the desire inside of you. You had
fantasized about this moment for a while and you hadn’t thought that it would
come so soon.
In one swift movement, his other arm swept down from your shoulder and
wrapped around your waist. His gripped tightened as he pulled you onto his lap.
Gasping again, your cheeks burned even hotter as you settled onto his lap. A
hard bulge pressed into your most sensitive region, making you squirm in his
lap.
Matt’s lips vibrated against yours with a deep moan.
A sense of urgency seemed to come over the both of you in that moment, but
it affected him the most. He broke free from the kiss again with hunger burning
in his lavender eyes as they roved over your body. It was almost animalistic,
the way he looked at you, it was as if he was undressing you with his eyes.
“Do you want to go farther…?” He asked in a deep voice.
You bit your lip. A very tiny part of you was hesitant, but your arousal-
muddled brain couldn’t quite work out why. Nearly every fiber of your body was
screaming yes. You nodded.
“Yes, I do.”
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.” He said softly. You could tell that he knew the
weight of what you were giving him, and that he respected it greatly.
“I trust you.” You responded, smiling warmly at him. All of the nervousness
in you before melted away, leaving just the excitement buzzing around inside
you.
He tilted his head in and placed another, far tamer kiss on your lips and
removed his hand from your bra.
“Do you want to move this to the bedroom?”
A small, mischievous smile crept onto your face. Moving into the bedroom
would be so… typical.
“No… Unless you want to, then we can.”
Matt grinned.
“Staying here is just fine with me.”
You felt fingers on the hem of you sweater. Moments later he was peeling it
up, and with your help, it was pulled over your head, tossed to the floor, and
quickly forgotten. His focus and almost frantic hands moving to your (f/c) bra.
Like an expert, he unclipped that and had it thrown on top of your sweater in a
matter of seconds.
A look of complete awe came over his face at the sight of your breasts. They
were breathtaking, literally. Looking at them made it difficult for him to
breathe, the same way taking a bite out of a hot pepper would. You found
yourself inadvertently pushing your chest closer to him with each deep breath
you took.
Your excitement only seemed to swell when his hands began to move up your
sides. The seconds dragged on as his hand drew closer and closer to their goal.
You kept moving your hips, grinding yourself ever so slightly into him, making
a strangled moan come from his throat. You couldn’t help yourself, you wanted
him so badly.
Finally, his hands made it to your breasts. He cupped them again and flicked
his thumbs over your hard nipples. A low moan came from deep within your throat
and you tilted your head back, pressing your chest forward into his touch. Your
own hands flew to his shoulders to brace yourself.
You practically melted into a moaning mess on top of him. As he massaged and
groped your breasts to his heart’s content, he managed to pull a melody of lewd
sounds from you, including ones that you didn’t even know you were capable of
making. The same sensations that made you moan were urging you to grind
yourself into the hard ridge in his jeans.
You whimpered loudly when his hands suddenly left your chest and moved
down, exposing them to the air again. They came to rest on the waistband of
your leggings.
“I think you may need to get up if we want these off.” Matt said huskily,
plucking at the waistband.
“Now wait a minute.” You said, poking his chest. “You still have all of
your clothes on. I wanna see you shirtless too, it wouldn’t be fair if I was
completely naked while you haven’t even taken your top off.”
“But I don’t think I would look quite as awe inspiring as you do shirtless,
mon cherie. ”
You shivered at his tactical use of his French. Leave it to Matt to use it
when he knew it would drive you the most wild.
“T-thank you, but, well…” You were flustered. “... I still want your
sweatshirt off, and anything under it. Then I will get up and take my pants
off.”
You lifted your chin, hoping you sounded more confident than you felt right
then.
“Deal.” he said, releasing his pants so he could grab the hem of his
sweatshirt and pull it up. You hastily removed your hands from his shoulders
and watched as the fabric came up, revealing his toned muscles inch by inch.
You sucked in another deep breath when he pulled it off the rest of the way
and dropped it on the couch next to him. The only thing hiding under that
sweatshirt was his perfectly toned body. He had just the right amount of muscle
for you, not too bulky, not too small. You practically were drooling as you
reached out and carefully ran your fingers over his defined abs, placing a feel
to the sight before you.
“I have to disagree with you, your body is most definitely awe inspiring.”
You said quietly, peering up at him shyly.
“Thank you, but I still think your body is far nicer on the eyes, and I also
think you know very well what it is doing to me.” Despite his newfound
confidence, his cheeks still reddened at that.
“I do.” You giggled. Something naughty came to mind, but you weren’t sure if
you could, or even should say it. You looked away and whispered, “I want to see
that too.”
You didn’t think it was possible, but your cheeks grew even hotter than
before. His hand felt cool in comparison when he reached up and cupped your
cheek.
“What was that?” He whispered back, leaning his face in closer to yours.
“I-I-I want to see that too. What I-I did to you.” You couldn’t believe that
you had said it out loud once, let alone twice.
Matt chuckled quietly.
“If you get up and take your pants off, I’ll let you see it. And if you take
off your panties you can do more than just see it.” He whispered in your ear.
A tremor ran through your entire body and you moaned quietly. This
confident, almost dominant attitude he had going on was really hot. Every word
that came from his mouth made you throb in between your legs.
Slowly, you climbed off his lap, reluctant to get off of him. You stood up
in front of him in the foot or so of space between the couch and the coffee
table. His violet eyes were locked on to your every movement.
Your fingers trembled as you gripped the waistband of your leggings. Matt,
eyes darting from your hands to your face, nodded slowly. You carefully began
to peel the leggings down, revealing your cute, lacy panties to him. His own
hands moved to his zipper.
The zipper came down.
Matching your movements, he lifted his hips and slid his jeans off as you
moved your pants down. Both of you watched each other, drawing your pants down
simultaneously until they both rested on the floor.
Matt kicked his aside.
You stepped out of yours.
Sitting back, he looked up at you as if waiting for your next move. Had
anyone walked in, they would have been met with an interesting sight. An
apparent stand off between a girl in white panties and a guy in Canadian flag
boxers. And there was quite the bulge in those boxers.
Your heart was pounding in your throat. This was it. Hooking your thumbs in
the waistband of your panties, you tugged them down over your hips and let them
drop to the floor. Matt swallowed. When you glanced down at them, you noticed
the decent sized wet spot in the crotch of them.
Matt noticed, and it only made his erection ache even more. The dampness on
your panties only brought to mind the thought of how hot and wet you would feel
around him.
Snapping into action, he hastily pulled down his boxers, freeing his
erection. A surprised breath escaped from your mouth.You had never seen a penis
before, and now one was standing proud and tall before you and it was huge.
You had no clue how that would fit inside of you, but at the same time there
was an urge deep inside of you, telling you that you needed him inside of
you. Not about to let them get in the way, you stamped down all of the nervous
feelings inside of you.”
“Do you still want to do this, _____? It’s not too late to stop.” He asked,
sensing your apprehension.
You nodded and stepped forward, bumping your knees into his.
“I do, I’m just kind of nervous is all.”
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be nervous, everything will be fine. I’ll make
sure your first time is as pleasurable as possible.”
You smiled again. He always knew how to make you feel at ease when you
needed it most. If he wasn’t so sweet and comforting, you weren’t sure if you
would have been able to strip in front of him like you did.
Everything felt so right as you climbed back onto his lap, straddling him.
Your hands returned to his shoulders and his to your hips. He pulled you closer
to him until you were seated against his erection. Your mouth opened in a small
‘o’ as you took in the feeling of his bare skin pressed against yours.
It was erotic, feeling every inch of his hot, smooth skin with no barriers
between you. His thick erection was nestled against your bare lips and pressed
firmly in between your lower stomach and his.
Matt’s hand slid up your back and pulled you in, pressing your chest even
tighter against his. Soft lips danced down your jawline, placing feathery
kisses on your skin until he reached your neck. The second they hit your pulse
point, the tone changed. Matt seemed to grow frantic, sucking hungrily at your
neck, likely leaving lovebites in his wake.
You moaned and whimpered helplessly, clawing at his shoulders, tangling your
fingers in his soft, blond hair.
“Matt,” You panted. “let’s just do it. I don’t want to wait any longer.”
He drug his lips away from your skin.
“Are you sure?” He murmured, his hot breath warming your neck.
“Yes, I’m sure!” You nodded vigorously.
“Alright.” He breathed.
With one arm, he lifted you up. Your knees pressed into the couch as you
helped him move your body. Reaching in between you, he guided the head of his
cock to your soaking entrance.You shivered again.
“Relax.” He whispered before slowly easing you down on his length.
A twinge of pain burned at your entrance as your tight walls stretched to
accommodate him. Your tight warmth enveloped him, making his body quiver under
you. Even though it hurt, you still wanted it. The pain was nothing compared to
the satisfaction of finally having him filling you. It kept you quiet, save for
your deep breathing, because you didn’t want him to stop for anything.
Still, you could have sighed out of relief when he was finally buried in you
to the hilt. He lifted you up again and carefully moved you back down again,
testing the waters. When he got nothing more than a contented sigh from you, he
set a slow, easy pace for you to pick up.
Instinct, and the aching need for relief from your building arousal, urged
you on. With his help, you moved up and down on him, rocking your hips back and
forth. Pleasure was hiding under the lingering discomfort, and you could tell
it was just within your reach. And if the deep, husky sounds coming from matt
were anything to go by, you were surely on the right path.
The discomfort started to give way to pleasure. You picked up your pace,
reveling in the way his hard member rubbed against your walls, hitting
wonderful spots you didn’t even know existed inside of you.
Each stroke made you tremble. The tingling sensation pooling in your hips
intensified on one particularly swift thrust from him. Matt’s fingers tightened
on your hip bones and he prompted you on. Like an erotic dance, your bodies
moved together in perfect synchronicity.
“I’m so close, I am going to cum, _____!” He called out, his body trembling
under yours as he worked to hold back for you.
Something about that swept you away in an electrifying wave of heat. It took
over your body, rendering your muscles useless. You collapsed into him,
practically screaming his name into his neck in between helpless whimpers and
cries. Your hips continued to buck against him with each wave of your orgasm.
Just seconds after you succumbed to your release, Matt moaned your name. His
cock pulsed and spilled his hot seed into you, rope by rope, coating your inner
walls.
Your climax eased its way out of your body, leaving you in a blissful state
where your skin tingled and your muscles felt more relaxed than they had been
in years. Both of you lay there, contented. The only sounds in the room were
two sets of ragged breaths, and soft music from the long forgotten movie.
Matt laughed quietly.
“What’s so funny?” You asked, the nerves returning. You lifted your head off
of his shoulder.
“Someday Alfred is going to find out about this, and when he does, he is
going to kill me.”
You laughed and buried your face into his chest.
“He better not!”
His chest rumbled with another laugh.
“Let’s just keep this moment as our own little secret.”
***** AmericaxReader- 4th of July *****
Chapter Summary
It's your boyfriend, Alfred's birthday. Just how are you going to
surprise him? ;)
Chapter Notes
I haven't had a lot of time to write lately, so I decided I would
post a little something I wrote for last year's 4th of July! I hope
you all enjoy it, and I'll work on getting another request I got,
written and posted as soon as possible!
Arms contorted behind your back, you fumbled around with the tie on your
festive, patriotic bikini. You sighed in relief when you finally managed to get
the ties to tie properly. You adjusted your breasts, then struck a sexy pose
for the mirror.
The navy blue top with white stars all over made your breasts look
fantastic. It wasn’t all that uncomfortable either! Right at the smallest part
of your waist, sat the band of the bikini bottoms. They were high waisted, and
the design was a slimming pattern of vertical red and white stripes. Alfred
would most definitely enjoy this on his birthday. You fluffed up your hair
before you left the room to go surprise him.
The last you had checked, Alfred was sitting on the couch, playing his video
games. And as far as you could hear, he still was. You gingerly moved down the
stairs in an attempt to avoid rousing his attention, but that failed when you
forgot about the one step on the stairs that creaked under any amount of
weight.You froze immediately when a not so quiet squeak sounded and you heard
Alfred call, “______, is that you on the stairs?”
“Yeah, who else would it be?”
He cackled once, and loudly at that.
"I don't know, that's a good question. Are you going to the kitchen?"
"Uh, no but what do you want?"
'I am not making him a meal, if that's what he wants... Not that kind of
meal anyways.' You think, smirking all the while.
"Can you get me the can of whipped cream? It's my birthday, so I figure I
can skimp on my diet today."
For a moment you wanted to just walk out and pull his mind away from the
whipped cream, but then a particularly arousing idea crossed your mind.
"Sure thing honey." You chortled.
"Thanks kitten."
After your short detour to the kitchen, you made your way out to Alfred.
Stopping in the doorway, you leaned up against it, whipped cream in hand. As
expected, he was sitting with his back to you, busy with the latest Assassin's
Creed game. You waited a moment to see if he would wonder what was taking so
long and turn around, but he was too consumed with killing Templars, guards,
and the like. It didn’t take long for you to grow tired of waiting.
"Alfred, pause the game."
You hit him with your serious, but sultry voice and sure enough the pause
menu popped up almost immediately. Turning around, his eyes widened as he took
in the sight of you leaning up against the doorway, looking very sexy in that
bikini.
"Oh..." He grinned. "...Look at you."
You grinned back as you straightened and began your walk towards him.
"You like?"
"Mmm, I really like. My colors look good on you."
You couldn't help the blush that sprung up on your cheeks. His compliments
never ceased to have that effect on you.
"Thank you, I was hoping you would like your birthday present."
“Dude! Best birthday present ever!”
You giggled softly in response.
Right before you reached him, he leaned forward and set the controller down
on the coffee table, then leaned back again, waiting to see where you were
going to take this. Already the pair of pants he had on were starting to look
tighter than usual. As you took your seat on his lap, you idly shook the can of
whipped cream.
"So, birthday boy, do you still want the whipped cream?"
"Of course." He carefully reached out and took the can from you. "But, I
have a better idea for how I want to eat it."
Excitement started to bubble up inside you; things were going as planned, as
far as you could tell. He held the can out of the way, as he leaned into you
and gently placed his lips on yours.
While the two of you kissed, Alfred took to untying the ties of your bikini
top with his free hand. Soon enough your breasts were free, and he was now
pulling his lips away from you so that he could pull the bikini over your head.
Rather than throwing it on the floor like he usually would, he carefully set it
on the couch next to the two of you.
“Can’t let the stars and stripes touch the floor, no matter how they’re
being used.” He winked, a half grin spread across his face. “Now... on to that
whipped cream.”
He gave the can one final shake before he pressed the nozzle and the fluffy
dessert billowed out of the can and onto your left breast. You hissed at the
coldness of it, arching your back, jutting your chest towards his face in the
process. He hummed in approval, then squirted a generous amount of whipped
cream onto your other breast. The cold soaked into the sensitive skin of your
nipples and made them almost painfully hard.
Your skin tingled with the anticipation of his tongue and mouth licking
every bit of that cream off of you. He didn’t keep you waiting long. A deep
moan escaped your lips the second his warm tongue delved into the whipped
cream, making contact with your skin. He held you against himself, hand spread
across your back, as he licked the cream off of you. Your breathing became
quick and shallow from the excitement, which was sparked with each flick of his
tongue.
Alfred gave your left nipple a final lick before moving on to the right. One
of your hands found his shoulder, and the other moved up and twisted into his
hair. You gave Nantucket—his adorable cowlick—a gentle tug, eliciting a deep
moan from him. In retaliation, he grew more aggressive about licking the cream
from your breast, incorporating sucking and even light nibbling into the
process.
Soon, all of the cream was gone from your breasts, but he continued to suck
and lick at your supple breasts. Each spot he focused on was left red, and
would surely end up turning into a deep purple and red hickey later.
His arousal was pressing into you through all of the remaining layers of
clothing you two wore.You moaned and rolled your hips, rubbing yourself against
him, desperate for friction. Alfred unlatched himself from your breast and
groaned. Suddenly you were being flipped, squealing all the way, and your back
came in contact with the couch.
Once settled, Alfred impatiently hooked his fingers in the waistband of your
bikini bottoms and tugged them down. You lifted your hips so he had an easier
time at getting your bikini bottoms off. Those got laid out over the back of
the sofa. He delved his fingers in between your lower lips, rubbing you slowly.
Your whole body flinched at the sudden, and very welcome, invasion. He watched
in amusement as you squirmed under him, soft moans dancing off your lips.
“You’re so wet already, _____.” He hummed softly, his lips just inches from
your ear. A single chill ran down your spine.
Alfred removed his hand from your heat and grabbed the whipped cream can.
You watched intently, your skin growing even hotter. After giving it one last
shake, he sat back and squirted a generous amount of whipped cream trailing
from your belly button right down to your center. The cold of it on your most
intimate parts caused you to hiss and squirm even more.
After nearly slamming the can back down on the coffee table, he dipped in.
He began at your belly button, lapping at the whipped cream on your sensitive
stomach all while staring you right in the eyes with his blue ones. The whipped
cream slowly disappeared until he was licking the last bits of it from your
mound.
“Now, for the best part.” He whispered, looking up from in between your
legs.
Alfred slid his arms under your legs, lifting them up onto his shoulders. He
wrapped his arm around your left leg and lifted it up to place a soft kiss on
your inner thigh. You squirmed, eager for the relief of the need aching in
between your legs. Still holding on to your legs, he dipped his head down and
delved his tongue in between your folds. You gasped and arched your back.
Alfred massaged your swollen nub with his tongue, hitting the spot
perfectly.You whimpered and writhed around under him. He tightened his hold on
you to keep you as still as he could. Not being able to move only seemed to
intensify the feelings his tongue was creating. Suddenly, two of his fingers
plunged back into your entrance. You whimpered as he pumped them in and out
while he worked your clit with his tongue.
Before long, it all became too much. The knot in your stomach tightened,
then exploded. Heat and pleasure coursed through you, making you cry out
Alfred’s name in a strangled moan. Your legs trembled on his shoulders as you
rode each wave of pleasure.
When your orgasm began to fade, it left you laying there on the couch,
panting. Alfred sat up, and when he knew that you were watching, licked your
juices from his two fingers.The mere sight of it made you tremble with need.
“I was right, that was the best part.” Alfred smirked in a way that only
stoked the passion in you, and you intended to let him know what he was doing
to you.
“Alfred,” you moaned. “I need you, in me, right now.”
You sat up with your legs still spread to him and grabbed the waistband of
his sweatpants. Oh, how you loved those sweatpants in moments like this one;
they did absolutely nothing to conceal the huge erection inside them. You
pulled them down, freeing his erection so it could spring up in front of you.
You wrapped one hand around him and gave him a loving stroke. He shuddered
slightly from your touch.
“Going right for the important bits I see.” He laughed breathily.
“Of course.” You giggled quietly.
Alfred took off his own shirt to reveal his washboard abs, another part of
him that you loved so dearly. Other nations poked fun at him, calling him fat
because of his affinity for junk food, but you knew the truth. You let go of
his member and sweatpants and ran your hands up his abs. That diet had
definitely been worthwhile for him.
Alfred shifted, sitting down on the couch. Momentarily confused and slightly
worried, you sat up to see what he was doing. He pulled off his sweatpants the
rest of the way, making you feel silly for worrying that he had changed his
mind or something.
“Lay down.” He said, gently pushing you onto your back with his hand as he
climbed over you. You listened, laying back on the couch. He settled himself in
between your legs. The tip of his member prodded at your wet entrance. Holding
on to your hip, he guided his member into you. You both moaned as he buried
himself inside you.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held on as Alfred buried
himself in you again and again. His hips slammed into yours, making it hard for
you to catch your breath even for a second. It didn’t take him long to find the
perfect position and rhythm that made moans fall from your lips each time. He
lifted your leg up onto his shoulder, giving himself a new position that
allowed him to go even deeper.
He was panting, and before long, his thrusts became erratic. You were both
so close, trembling with each thrust, moaning so loud that you were sure the
neighbours would complain later—not that you cared at the moment. Finally, one
of his thrusts pushed you over the edge. You cried out his name as your second
orgasm swept through you. Your back arched away from the couch, pushing your
body into his.
With one final thrust, Alfred fell forward and shuddered, burying his face
into the crook of your neck. He moaned into your neck as he came, his cock
twitching and filling you with his hot seed. Spent, he laid there on top of you
momentarily. You both stayed there like that, catching your breath. Neither of
you wanted to do anything to ruin the post-orgasm bliss you were experiencing.
You smiled and gently stroked Alfred’s hair.
“Happy birthday, Alfred. Happy 4th of July.”
***** AustriaxReader - Prisoner of War - Request *****
Chapter Summary
While on a spy mission for the Allies, things go horribly wrong and
you fall into the hands of Austria. Will he treat you, an enemy
country, kindly?
Chapter Notes
I am so sorry it took me this long to write this! I've had a lot
going on lately, especially in terms of writing! I do hope that you
like the direction this story took, it wasn't easy to write, but I
think I am pleased with the outcome.
Also, Trigger warning! The consent in this is very, very dubious. So
if that sort of thing bothers you, please don't read this. Fanfic
reading should be an enjoyable experience, not a bad one!
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(c/n) = Country Name
Your heart was pounding so loudly in your chest that you were sure it was
loud enough to give your location away. Every swallow, every breath—no matter
how shallow—sounded like an explosion going off. When you shifted your weight
just slightly and your ankle popped, it was like a gunshot in your ears.
For about two hours now you had been crouched amidst a dense gathering of
bushes, hiding from your enemies, The Axis Powers.
You’d been on a spy mission for America, trying to gather intel on their
next attack, when Germany caught sight of you in his house, peering through
closet doors that you thought for sure would have obscured you.
Still, you had no clue how you had managed to escape that situation. You
should have been dead. In that room were the three Germanic states, Germany,
Austria, and Prussia. Austria didn’t strike you as too dangerous, but it was
the brothers who you saw as calculated, strong fighters. And the one that
terrified you the most had ripped open that closet door, exposing you to the
room.
With one, unbelievably precise punch to Germany’s throat, he had staggered
back, choking. It gave you enough time to burst free from the closet and run
into the open room. Prussia and Austria had stood there, staring at you in
complete and utter shock.
In just that brief moment of frozen shock, you acted, bolting out of the
room and into one of the vast hallways of Germany’s home. Behind you, a chaotic
scrabble of footfalls and the men shouting filled the air.
You hadn’t been sure if you could make it to the closest door you knew of.
Before you knew it, urged on my instinct, you were propelling yourself
through one of the windows to your left. Glass shattered everywhere around you,
and you were airborne for seconds before your body collided with the ground.
Thank goodness they held their meetings on the first floor.
Pulling yourself off the ground, you ran with all of your might for the
forest. Even though you didn’t dare glance behind you, you knew that they were
on your trail based on the sounds coming from them.
By some stroke of fate, they lost sight of you long enough for you to find
the thicket of bushes and to get settled in it before one set of black boots
came running past your hiding spot.
Moments later, another pair went by, shouting angrily in German. When they
spoke like that, you had a hard time discerning who it was. They all sounded
the same when they were shouting in their deep, vexed tones.
That left one more country out in the forest, searching for you. And you
weren’t sure if you wanted to find out who it was.
Ideally, you wanted to wait until you knew they were long gone before you
left your hiding spot, but your calves were screaming at you in pain. You
needed to stand up and stretch your body out of that contorted position
sometime soon.
More shouting caught your attention. This time, from what you could make
out, it sounded like England’s voice. Gunshots followed, and a soft gasp came
from you.
You had been so preoccupied, listening to the shouting, that you didn’t hear
the footsteps moving up the natural trail until boots came to a stop just in
your line of vision.
“What was that?” A man’s, Austria’s—you realized—voice asked quietly.
Your eyes widened and your hand came up to your mouth. A cold sweat came
over your entire body. You may not have thought he was very daunting at first,
but being alone like this with him in the forest, right on the verge of him
finding you, made him terrifying.
You had no doubt that he was capable of fighting for his country, and while
he didn’t appear to be as muscular as his cousins, you still had a feeling that
he was stronger than you based on his looks alone.
And here you thought your breathing couldn’t possibly sound any louder.
Austria was dead silent, possibly listening for any more sounds. You watched
his feet move slowly, turning around. When he was facing away, you heard the
rustle of bushes and your heart dropped.
Oh no, this wasn’t good.
Please move on. Please move on. There is nothing here. Please move on. You
thought desperately.
Slowly, you slid a hand down to your thigh where your knife was holstered
neatly. You regretted ever agreeing to do this for America. You weren’t a
trained spy, you weren’t sure if you could find it in you to stab someone, even
if it meant saving yourself.
You had felt so bad though. The Allies had been doing so much to keep you, a
small nation, safe during this awful war. All out of the kindness of their own
hearts. How could you not—Shit. Your train of thought was cut off abruptly when
your hand finally reached your knife holster, only to find it empty. You
must’ve dropped it on your mad dash out of their house.
Now you really felt like you had no chance if he found you.
You watched his feet helplessly. Seconds seemed like hours as you waited to
see if he would walk away. The boots moved again, slowly, as if he was
considering his surroundings very carefully. Every time they inched closer
around to facing your hiding spot, your anxiety grew. They turned, the toes
coming closer and closer to being pointed in your direction.
What would he do if he found you? Kill you? Interrogate you? Hold you for
ransom? Torture you…?
Two more steps, and the toes of the boots were facing you. You could have
vomited right then, if it wouldn’t have drawn attention to you.
Suddenly, he was crouched and the branches hiding you were separated by two
large hands. With a shriek, you fell back on your butt and tried to scramble
back.
The sudden rush of blood to your lower legs weakened them momentarily,
making them feel heavy and sluggish. On top of that, when you tried to move,
the branches of the bushes held you captive in that little space, forcing you
to stare Austria right in his violet eyes.
“Well, look what we have here, our little intruder. I wouldn’t scream if I
were you, you might alert the others—we wouldn’t want that. Of the three, I am
the the most merciful. Lucky you.” He smiled coolly.
Oh God.
He may have just been wanting to scare you, but you weren’t about to take
the chance that he was being serious. So instead, you gasped air in and out,
and tried to push your way through the branches behind you.
“You don’t want to do that either.” He remarked. “If I were you I would come
out of that bush right now. If you try to run, I will chase you down and this
time you are not going to get away.”
You bit down on your lower lip, fighting back tears. You were trembling like
a leaf. Honestly, you weren’t sure if your legs would let you run. The fear
nearly had you immobilized as it is.
When you decided what you would do, it took every last ounce of strength you
had left in you not to burst into tears right then and there.
You slowly leaned forward, moving yourself a fraction of an inch closer to
Austria and his intense stare. You continued to shift yourself forward until
you were on your hands and knees. Austria moved backwards, out of your way.
“Smart girl. Come on.” He cooed so nicely that it was sickening. No doubt he
was going to do something horrible to you once he had you in his clutches, and
here he was acting all sweet and nice.
You had to stop dwelling on it. Things weren’t looking good for you, and
there wasn’t much you could do about it. So you would have to accept your fate
and just take whatever happened. At least the Allies likely wouldn’t have to
waste so much time and so many resources on protecting you anymore.
When you came out into the open, Austria straightened and grabbed your arm,
pulling you up into a standing position. You stifled another cry as you were
pulled in close to his side. Moments later he was dragging you off in the
direction you had come from.
Now you let the tears stream from the corners of your eyes. You felt so
pathetic, sobbing while you stumbled along behind him, completely powerless in
the clutches of this soldier.
“Where are you taking me?” You whimpered in between sobs.
“Home, of course.” He said nonchalantly, glancing back at you.
How was he so calm? How could anyone be so calm when they were dragging off
a living human being, with feelings, to torture them or whatever it was he had
in mind? They were in war, it wasn’t like he was going to take her to a tea
party or walk her back home.
Eventually the two of you emerged from the forest, coming back out into the
clearing where that giant house stood. Your arm was aching from him roughly
pulling you along behind him. His stride was at least twice that of yours, and
he was moving at quite a brisk pace. You practically had to run to keep up with
him.
When he finally pulled you up to the front door and started to open it, your
anxiety mounted. Sobbing quietly, you pulled back against his hold. For a brief
moment his grip slipped on your wrist, giving you a glimmer of hope that was
quickly stomped out when his fist tightened even harder around your wrist. He
yanked you against his body, pulling a small scream out of you, then forced you
into the house in front of him.
He kicked the door shut behind you two and proceeded to haul you through the
house, taking you down a hallway. You fought harder, desperate to get away from
him. You were in his domain again, but this time you weren’t in control.
Suddenly both of his arms wrapped around you, pressing your back into his
firm chest. His lips were just inches from your ear, so when he whispered, his
breath made you shiver.
“Why are you fighting? You don’t even know what I am planning for you yet. I
might just be willing to work out a deal with you for your release, if you
behave that is.”
You stilled against him, crying still. But at the very least you had ceased
your struggling.
“Good girl. Now walk with me nicely, and we can talk when we get to my
room.” He released you rather abruptly, maneuvering you so that you were next
to him.
Hoping and praying that he would be merciful, you walked quietly next to
him. It was probably stupid to trust him, but you were too afraid to continue
fighting at this point. You had no guarantee that you could fight him off and
you didn’t want to know what would happen if he got mad.
“You’re awfully quiet. Don’t you have any questions?” He asked, purring
almost.
You shook your head.
“Interesting. Well, I have a few I could ask you, the most important being:
Just what do you think you were doing, trying to spy on our little meeting?”
“I thought were we going to talk when we got to your room?” You asked
quietly, your voice rough from crying.
Austria laughed.
“You’re not wrong, but I figured we could get some of it out of the way now,
so that once we get to my room, we can focus on working out the deal that will
get you home.”
Something about that made your stomach turn. There was the slightest hint of
added emphasis to the word ‘bed’ in his voice.
He squeezed your arm.
“So, do you want to tell me, (c/n), why you were hiding in that closet,
listening to our meeting?” He asked in a harsher tone, one that told you there
was only one way to respond to that question, and that was to answer it.
You thought that you would have been strong enough by now to fight back,
even if it meant fighting to your very last breath, but when actually faced
with the situation, you were too afraid of angering him. You were the worst spy
ever, you thought.
“America wanted inside information on your next attack, that is all.”
“Is it? And he sent you to get it?”
You nodded.
“Yes, he did.”
Austria chuckled again.
“You poor thing. You can’t tell me that old Alfred didn’t know you would be
caught, and we all know that espionage is quite a serious deal.”
You looked up at him, anger finally peeking through your fear and anguish.
“He didn’t know, he had faith that I could successfully get information and
get out. That’s why he sent me.”
“Really? Do you really think that? If this mission was so important, why
didn’t he send a more accomplished spy? One with training, one who would have
slit my throat before I even had a chance to hear them hiding in that bush? Do
you really think that if you are that important of an asset to the Allies, they
would send you into a death mission without any training?”
Your heart was pounding now, harder than it had been. You could feel the
heat creeping up your neck and filling your cheeks, coiling around the tops of
your ears.
“Y-you don’t need training to be a good spy! And I did make it into the
house, and even when I was caught I made it back out!”
“And yet I still have you in the end. A good spy wouldn’t have even got
caught in that closet in the first place. The Allies have been watching over
you and wasting resources on you for quite a while now, think about it. What
would be an easy way to get rid of a country without actually kicking them out
yourself? Sure you might have sent them on a death mission, but at least that
wipes some of the blood off of your hands while the country feels like they
have a purpose…”
You started to feel even more sick from his calm, nonchalant words. They
were working their way under your skin, feeding off of that insecurity you
already had in the back of your mind. You hated to admit it, but he was
probably right.
Before you could formulate an unsure retort, another door was opened and
Austria was pushing you into the room. You stumbled in and he released you into
the room, leaving you to stand in the middle of the simple and impeccably clean
bedroom.
In one corner, the one closest to you, there was a small couch, a table, and
a bookshelf filled with organized books. The far corner had a large, shiny
grand piano made out of a deep colored wood, like mahogany. In the middle of
the opposite wall was a large bed and you only gave it the briefest of glances.
But you knew that the blue comforter was folded perfectly over it without a
wrinkle to be seen. There were two, measly pillows with pure white pillow
cases.
The door slammed shut and you heard the click of a lock. Dread filled your
chest. Slowly, you turned around to face the soldier standing in between you
and the locked door.
“Take a seat.” He said, gesturing towards the bed. Your throat muscles
tightened up.
Still, you moved towards the nearby couch.
“No.” He said sternly, stopping you dead in your tracks. “On the bed.”
Your wide eyes shot to him. Suddenly, breathing felt impossible. You thought
you were going to suffocate, or vomit. Or both.
You stood there staring at him like a deer stares at headlights. You
couldn’t get your body to move, you didn’t want to. You could see where this
was going and it wasn’t good.
“Trust me, if you cooperate this process is going to go a lot smoother for
you.”
A smothered whimper came from your throat, and you forced your wobbly legs
to carry you, albeit slowly, over to his bed. Lowering yourself down onto the
bed would have been a relief—standing when you were so shaky was wearing on
you—but you found it hard to find that relief.
He strolled across the room to you at a leisurely pace, each step
deliberate. A predatory amusement twinkled in his violet eyes. It was as if he
was enjoying having you here so he could taunt you and watch as you trembled in
fear on his bed.
“So…” He came to a stop in front of you. “...We have a deal to strike up.”
You nodded, averting your gaze away, instead choosing to look at the piano
in the corner of the room. It was easier to look at than your captor.
“Because I am a nice guy, I decided I would give you a choice between two
options—most wouldn’t give you that choice. So how does this sound? Either we
can wait for Prussia and Germany to get home and I’ll let them decide what to
do with you. They’ll likely want to interrogate you, and that won’t be pretty.
That is my least favorite option. Or , and this is my favorite option, you’ll
climb back on my bed, take off all of your clothes, and without fighting,
you’ll let me have my way with you. Then, I’ll let you go and I’ll tell them I
caught sight of you, but you got away.”
Tears started to run down your face again. You sniffled and choked on a sob.
Both options were awful. You couldn’t quite discern which one was worst. One
way you had no clue what to expect, the realm of possibilities was endless for
what could happen, even if you did willingly offer them information. On the
other hand, you knew what would happen. And you would just have to endure it
for however long it went on, then you would be free.
“And if you choose the first option, I can’t guarantee that they wouldn’t do
what I will if you choose option two. Surely you’ve heard the rumors about the
German brothers and their sexual tastes, haven’t you?” He bent over and leaned
in close to your trembling form. “So, what will it be?”
You raised a hand to your nose, wiping away the running snot that came with
crying as hard as you were. Sniffling just wasn’t cutting it anymore. Your
entire body was trembling and you couldn’t stop it. You hated him for making
you choose between two such terrible choices. You hated yourself for even
agreeing to go on this mission.
“O-option two.” You whispered, your voice barely audible.
“What was that? I couldn’t hear you?” He whispered back, leaning in closer
so his face was just inches from yours. You whimpered softly.
“Option two!” You said, forcing it out of your mouth loudly and clearly
enough for him to hear.
He leaned back, a small grin spreading over his face.
“Good choice. The stage is all yours.” He stepped back, looking down at you
expectantly.
You slowly brought your gaze up to his, then glanced away. It took every
ounce of strength in your body to get your limbs to move just so that you could
maneuver yourself up further on the bed. The comforter rumpled in your wake,
partially sliding up with you.
You moved until you were about in the middle of the bed, far enough up as to
where you could rest your head on the pillows if you laid back; you assumed
that would be where he would want you. Taking a deep breath, you began to
unbutton your uniform top. Austria’s gaze was locked onto you, watching every
single button come undone by the work of your delicate fingers.
When you got it completely undone, you slid it off your shoulders and set it
aside. Peeling up your tight tank top made your stomach churn. Your skin seemed
to crawl as the cool air hit it, inch by inch. You yanked it from your body and
tossed it aside, frustrated and embarrassed by all of this.
Your cheeks were hot as he examined your breasts in their bra. This one was
too small, it made your cleavage even more prominent, and your breasts were
just barely staying in it. If you had just done the laundry last night, you
wouldn’t have looked as enticing, sitting on his bed.
“Keep going.” He uttered. His voice was strained.
Swallowing, you nodded and pulled down your pants, scooting your butt around
so you could slide them down your legs. It was the last article of clothing you
could remove before you inevitably had to expose your more private parts to
this man.
You hiccuped out another sob as you unlatched your bra, letting it slide
down your arms, freeing your breasts from their tight cage. Out of the corner
of your eye you saw Austria’s tongue dart out to lick his lower lip. You could
feel his eyes hungrily roving over your breasts, and you knew that pretty soon
it would be his hands on your bare skin.
You shuddered.
There was nothing you could do, you brought this upon yourself by agreeing
to his terms. You had to keep reminding yourself that this was the better
alternative, even if it felt so awful. You kept telling yourself, at least it
wasn’t Prussia and Germany doing this to you. Here you just had one man to
worry about, and there was a good chance that he wouldn’t be awful to you.
Like ripping off the bandaid, you tugged your panties down and threw them
aside. You felt so exposed and violated, and yet he hadn’t even put his hands
on you yet.
He took a step towards the bed, making your heart leap. His legs were nearly
touching the bed now.
“Why don’t you come here and help me out of my uniform?”
No, he wasn’t…
“Please…” You said meekly. You really didn’t want to do it. To take off his
own clothes with your bare hands, there was just something about it that made
you deeply uncomfortable.
“(C/n), remember our deal…” He warned.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry.” You whimpered, moving quickly to him at the end
of the bed on your hands and knees.
You kneeled before him and, with trembling fingers, started unbuttoning his
shirt. His large hands came up and cupped your breasts, drawing a sharp breath
out of you. You had to swallow back the sick feeling in your throat and suck it
up.
Your mind went blank as you clumsily worked at his clothes, and he explored
your body with his hands. His defined abs were exposed and his hands stroked
down to your stomach, where he massaged the soft skin of your belly. Your hands
went to his belt, his went to your hips.
Pants undone, you hesitantly pushed them down off of his hips and let them
drop to the floor around his ankles. He paused a moment to kick off his boots
and his pants, before he let his fingertips dance over your vulva. You grimaced
and shuddered.
At that same moment, you made the mistake of looking down. Not only did you
get to see his fingers moving so dangerously close to your most sensitive
region, but you saw the bulge straining against his boxer briefs. He was huge.
And while you weren’t a virgin, you had only done it once… and that was quite a
while ago.
Your heart was pounding in your chest as you hooked your fingers into the
waistband of his boxers. You had a feeling that as soon as his erection was
free, he would either plunge his fingers into you, or urge you to play with
him… or to use your mouth on him. His fingertips did still on you as you pulled
the fabric down, slowly revealing his dark patch of pubic hair, and then the
large erection that was hiding behind it.
It sprung free before you, making you gasp again. It was even more daunting
now that you were facing it. Somehow, that was going to go in you. The long,
thick rod that was practically pulsing in between his legs was somehow going to
have to fit inside of you.
The thought made your lower muscles clench.
To your surprise, his hand left its spot on your vulva and moved up to your
shoulder. With a gentle push, he was urging you back to where you had been on
the bed. You thought for sure that your heart would explode out of your chest
as he pushed you onto your back and languidly climbed over you like a panther.
His violet eyes still roved over your body, and the look in them made your
heart flutter. You shouldn’t have felt that warmth in your chest, but you’d
never had a man look at your body like it was the most beautiful thing he’d
ever had set out before him.
Placing his right hand on the bed next to your head, he held himself up
above you. His arm was like a long muscular column next to your head, tensed
and, as a result, well defined. His other hand hesitated in the space between
your bodies for just a moment while he examined your body, before he eventually
gently rested it on your side. His thumb stroked the soft skin on the side of
your stomach.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a woman.” He muttered, still staring
down in near awe at the hand on you. It almost sounded like he was talking to
himself, so you kept quiet and simply watch him.
You shivered when his hand finally moved. It moved down, the calloused skin
rubbing yours and sending chills down your back. Moving inwards, his hand was
back at your vulva and your heart gave a nervous thump. Finishing the trip he
had been taking before, he slid his hand in between your closed thighs and
delved his fingers into your folds.
Another pitiful whimper escaped your lips as you squirmed under him. The
catatonic, trance-like state you had been in was broken and a few more fresh,
fearful tears made their way down your cheeks. His fingers stroked over you,
making you realize that somehow, in your distraction, you’d gotten wet.
You were so ashamed. You were practically whoring out your body for you
freedom, to the enemy, and here you were getting turned on by it. To make
matters worse, the moment his finger glided over your clit, your body reacted.
Your breath caught in your throat and your hips jutted upwards ever so
slightly.
A self-pleased smile appeared on Austria’s face.
“Someone is enjoying this as much as I am it seems, even if they won’t admit
it.” He said huskily, before dipping his head in to kiss at the base of your
neck.
You closed your eyes, wishing that he would just move on and get this over
with. You didn’t think you could live with yourself if he were to end up
getting you off with his hand alone.
But he didn’t.
He focused two of his fingers on your clit, pressing into it and rubbing it
in quick, rough circles. A pressure was building in your abdomen, and your core
was tingling from his touch. Keeping still and quiet as his skilled musician’s
fingers worked your clit was starting to become a struggle.
Austria watched your face contort and knew that he was breaking you down. He
rubbed harder, sending a sharp sensation through you. You couldn’t help the
small cry that came out of your mouth at that. The sound was music to his ears,
encouraging him to keep going for more sounds.
You twisted around under him. You weren’t entirely sure if you were trying
to escape the sensations his hand was making, or relieve them. God, this was so
wrong… but he was so skilled. You rocked your hips up, moving in time with
his fingers, and you spread your legs ever so slightly, giving him more room to
massage you.
Your legs trembled violently on their own as the sensation grew stronger. He
was playing you like an instrument, you couldn’t have stopped your body’s jerky
movements even if you wanted to at this point. You grasped desperately at the
sheets, and wrapped one hand around the forearm next to your head, digging your
nails into his skin.
Finally, the tightening in your stomach snapped, unleashing wave after wave
of heat to ravage your body. Your legs snapped shut and your hips lifted from
the bed on their own accord, pressing you even harder against his hand. Your
muscles tightened and your hips rocked with every wave of your orgasm that
swept over you.
Austria’s length ached at the sight of you moaning and writhing around under
him with tears wetting your eyes. His hand was soaked from you, and he longed
to have his erection engulfed by your wet heat. The thought alone had his body
trembling.
The intense waves of electricity and heat running through your body eased,
leaving small aftershocks in their place that had you flinching every few
seconds. You barely had a chance to gather your scattered thoughts before he
was pushing apart your legs and moving in between them. The panic reignited in
you, bringing an abrupt halt to the little ripples of pleasure inside of you.
Your eyes flew open to see his determined face, framed by his ruffled brown
locks. Looking down, you took in the sight of your thighs pressing against his
hips and the erection that was dangerously close to your center. Your first
instinct was to scream and push him away, and you almost did just that. The
hand that was previously twisted in the sheets landed on the middle of his
chest, then you remembered where fighting would get you.
With a soft whine, you let your hand fall from his chest and land the bed
next to you. You stared pitifully up at him, silently begging him to go easy on
you. You were afraid of the pain that was bound to come, and even more afraid
that, once your body adjusted, this round would have an explosive ending much
like the first.
He removed his hand from your leg and took hold of his length. He pressed
the head against your sensitive clit, making you shudder, then he slid it down
the entire length of your slit, stopping at your entrance. Your breathing was
shaky, your chest heaving rapidly.
You glanced to the side, staring at the hand wrapped around his arm. The
logical part of you said that you should let go of him, because why would you
be holding onto the enemy? But the emotional part of you needed the support,
regardless of where it was coming from. Staring at just his arm and your hand,
you could pretend that it belonged to someone who cared about you, and loved
you.
Austria suddenly pushed forward without any warning, sheathing himself
almost entirely in you. You couldn’t help it, you screamed.
Loudly.
Fresh, hot tears streamed down your cheeks as pain burned deep inside of
you. Arching your back, you clawed at his arm and the sheets. It felt like he
was going to rip you in half, he was so large.
“It hurts!” You whimpered, moving around uncomfortably. With the way he had
your hips pinned to the bed with his, there was no moving away to get relief.
“Shh shh shh.” He said, reaching up to stroke your head.
Hiccuping out another sob, you turned your head away from him. With a sigh,
he drew his hand away from your head and placed it on your hip. Slowly, he
pulled out, only to roll his hips back into you with a deep moan.
“God, you’re tight.” He groans over your pained whimpers. He thrusts into
you again, his body shuddering from the sensation of having your wet heat
clenching around him finally.
You lay still under him and let him pick up a fast pace, even though every
thrust burns and jostles your body. You could feel your breasts bouncing
obscenely with every thrust, and you didn’t even have to look up at him to know
that they were likely holding his visual attention. You stared at the blurry
wall next to the bed, trying to tune out the feelings and the sound of skin
slapping against skin.
When he was sure that you were going to hold still, his hand left your hip
and came back up to tangle in your hair. He pulled your face towards him and
captured his lips with your own. He didn’t seem to mind that you weren’t
kissing back. He still hungrily kissed your lips as he rode you.
It took him moments to grow bored with that, though. The passionate kissing
was only focused on your lips for what seemed like seconds before his lips and
tongue were moving down your jawline. He nuzzled the juncture between your jaw
and your neck, moaning loudly into your skin before gently sucking at it. You
shivered and a weak sound, somewhere between a moan and a whimper, escaped your
lips.
This only seemed to urge him on. He practically devoured your neck, moaning
and sucking on your delicate skin, marring it. You hated to admit it, but the
attention he was giving your neck felt kind of… amazing. You turned your head
more, giving him better access to your sweet spot. A blaring mark would be left
on your skin, but you didn’t care.
Without thinking, you draped an arm around his neck, pulling him closer.
You’d hate yourself for this later. This would be one of the things that
haunted you when you thought back on it. But in the moment, it was easy to give
in to the pleasurable sensations that were building in your body.
He shifted the angle of his thrusts, making his erection hit a spot deep
inside of you, further muddling your mind. You raked your nails over his skin
and cried out into the room, tightening your trembling thighs around his hips.
Unable to get purchase on his skin, you ran your fingers up through his hair.
Before that moment, you hadn’t known how soft it was. It was almost like
running your fingers through a bird’s downy feathers.
When you did this, his cowlick got caught up in the hair being ruffled by
your fingers. A harsh groan ripped its way out of his throat and he trembled
over you, his precise rhythm faltering for just a moment.
That familiar static heat was building deep in your stomach again. For a
brief moment, you felt guilty. You shouldn’t be feeling this way, not in this
situation. You didn’t want this…
Another deep stroke inside you caused another strong wave of that
pleasurable sensation that completely washed away the negative thoughts. Tears
were still present in your eyes, but instead of pained sobs coming from your
mouth, it was soft gasps and moans. You were so close, and then it would likely
be over. If you found your end, he would likely follow close behind you.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. He
was relentless on your poor body, it had no time to come down from one brief
rush of pleasure before he was already hitting that spot again. The pressure
grew then you shattered, howling his country name. Your body quaked and your
muscles tightened in a vice grip around his erection as your orgasm took hold
of you.
The arm next to your head trembled and he collapsed onto his elbow. He
thrusted twice more before he buried himself inside your quivering sex and came
with a shout, his cock pulsing inside of you and filling you with warmth. His
hot, deep breaths blew over your neck and shoulder.
Clarity started to return to your brain as the blissful feelings ebb away in
little ripples. It was then that you realized how tense you were, practically
curled up and wrapped around his hot body. Slowly, you slid your arm off of his
neck and rested it on the bed next to you. Guilt filled your chest.
You were clinging to the enemy as if your life depended on it, while he
thrusted his way to ecstasy with your body. And you weren’t any better. You’d
gotten off on it. Your body was vibrating and there was a blissful warmth
coating your limbs because you came at the hands of the enemy.
Closing your eyes, you listened to his deep breathing. Felt it as his heavy
body covered yours, heaving deeply. The longer you laid there, the more time
you had to let that post-orgasm bliss fade into a numbness. You could almost
pretend that you didn’t have him resting on top of you.
Eventually, finally, he slowly pulled out and lifted himself off of you. For
one last time, you took in the sight of him. His brown hair was ruffled. His
smooth skin still had a sheen of sweat coating it. He climbed off of the bed
and reached for his pants. That was the last you saw before you rolled onto
your side, crying softly as you did so. You felt empty, and violated. A warm
liquid was dripping out of you and onto the comforter under you.
Did his skin feel as dirty as yours did? Probably not.
“Get up and get dressed. They may be returning soon, and if that happens I
am not going to help you get out. That part of the deal only stands while my
allies are gone.” He said, his voice punctuated by the jingle of his belt.
Fighting back tears, you nodded and forced yourself to sit up. Once again
you wanted nothing more than to get out of there.
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