[Fic] Prussia would get a headache afterwards
That Honor Student
Who? - Estonia/Prussia, Germany, Latvia
Wait, what's happening? - De-anoning from the Kink Meme. Smut, with Prussia wearing Estonia's glasses halfway through. Complete with an argument, rough n' playfulness, and awesome boxers.
Caution! - Smut! Smut! XXX!
I was thinking how I should put all my fanfictions in one place, so here I go!
Anyway, hi, I like this pairing =v= Actually, I love these characters ~! And yes, smex. Ahaha ^__^; I rather like this piece, anyhow, even if it's just a pretty much just porn [first time, eh?] I'm trying to write another story with this pairing, but with less smex and an actual storyline. Let's hope I can finish that...
I'm sorry for any typos/grammer mistakes/etc. in advance, and I hope you enjoy this!
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It wasn’t long before they find themselves on Gilbert’s bed, half-wrestling and half-kissing. In the meanwhile, Gilbird eagerly flew out the window, more than ready to give the two men some “alone time”.
Eduard, his normally composed complexion thrown away just like his sweater vest, growls lowly as he sees the man above him. Prussia snickers, “I told you I was ri- “
He doesn’t finish because Eduard grabs his shoulders and shoves him to the side, emitting an amused curse as their positions are switched. Eduard is on all fours over Gilbert; their lips crashing together, kisses wet and messy with tongues up in each others mouths, exploring, tasting, trying to dominate, Eduard’s glasses slipping off his nose with every movement.
He manages to stop, half for air, half to answer, despite the struggle the other man is giving from underneath him - which aroused him more than it needed to. “No, you aren’t right.”
“I’m telling you,” Gilbert grabs a hold of that mess of perfect ashy-blond hair, half in an attempt to mess it up, half because it’s soft and fine and smells like fucking cornflowers, and brings their mouths together for another kiss. He keeps his eyes open during it all, just to see the other’s face, normally with that serene and composed feel, wild, flushed and crazed with passion.
Who knew the guy could get so horny? “Guys with glasses are supposed to be on the bottom.”
There’s a disbelieving chuckle and the swift motion of pushing his glasses up, doing so with a flash of pride as if to prove him something. “Really? Do tell why - Augh!”
Gilbert latches onto him, resuming those rough half-kisses while Eduard struggles to get out of his grasp, and it takes a great amount of effort to roll them both over again. Gilbert pushes his body against the other and, managing to straddle him despite those rebellious legs shuffling underneath him, slips his hands under Eduard’s polo, slightly damp with sweat and heat, running over smooth, warm skin.
“Look at that pansy-boy,” Gilbert breaths, feeling over unexpected muscles, a frantically breathing chest, and the occasional scar. It brings up a fleeting thought that they’re from that damned Russian - and it sends his lips down to kiss and nip at the Estonian’s neck - a sudden sensation of likeness because he has those scars too.
“He’s a total pussie -kiss - just look at him - nip - and that one with the bear - nip - swear to God he’s the definition of bottoms.”
Eduard hisses at the small bites and returns by ruthlessly clawing at the other’s still-clothed shoulders and the hands under his clothes, his glasses askew while jerking his hips, mostly failed attempts to throw the other off of him, and then some. “Then what about - ach - Alfred? And then - ah, damn it - Berwald?”
Gilbert clumsily removes that now-useless polo, the wearer eager to take the sweaty thing off, and tossing it somewhere while resisting another attempt to flip them over again. He grabs Eduard’s arms and struggles to keep them down. “Tino’s a fucking closet-dominatrix - don’t let the cute ones get to y- autch!”
The man below frees an arm and with a handful of white hair pulls their faces together, not to kiss but to bring them eye to eye, violet red to deep green, every breath close enough to feel.
“Don’t talk about my friend that way. And Alfred?”
“… Screw him.”
And with that Eduard manages to shove him over again, and he scrambles to get on top, glasses nearly off his nose as Gilbert laughs underneath him - he still can’t believe that he’s doing this with this guy! And Eduard mimics that thought when he finds him straddling the other nation, chuckling and out of breath, taking it upon himself to remove the other’s t-shirt.
When the shirt is together with the polo on the ground, Eduard stops and Gilbert smirks up at him, “What’s wrong, tired already, nerdy boy?”
He smiles mockingly back down at him, “Lube, Mr. Awesome, is what I’m looking for.”
“So Estonia can’t handle going bareback and dry, heh?”
“I’m not the one being straddled. Or the one who’s going to have a dick up his ass.“ At that Gilbert shakes his head in amusement. Why hasn’t he slept with this guy before?
The man above him shrugs, slightly bashful of what he had just said. “No really, where is it?”
Gilbert nods his head towards the side table. “In the bottom drawer, under the socks.” Once again a smirk is on his face. “First one to get it gets to be on top.”
Eduard grins, “You’re on.”
Then it’s a blur as both men lunge themselves at the drawer, crawling across the bed and leaning over like men who’ve just discovered the elixir of life was beside them all along. Soon socks are scattered across the floor (“Are those… chickens?” “Shut up, they’re my lucky pair.”) and Gilbert grabs the bottle, but Eduard won’t take that as the end. He dives for it and he shoves the both of them onto the floor, and Gilbert and Eduard are growling and wrestling once again, on each other, rubbing, grinding, until the victor of the bottle emerges.
“Damn it!” Gilbert scowls as he looks up at the man who’s straddling him once again.
Opening the bottle, Eduard smiles good naturedly down at him, “So, guys with glasses are always on the bottom, huh?”
Red eyes are thoughtful as Gilbert pouts. He reaches up to grab the other nation’s pair and puts them on his own face. With that, Eduard already knows the slightly blurred figure below him is smirking again. “Ja.”
It doesn’t take long before Gilbert pants and boxers are off (“Oh, look, these one’s have pandas.” “They’re cute, damn it!”), with Eduard’s trousers are unzipped and his fingers are coated in a generous amount of liquid. Now Gilbert’s legs are wide open and Eduard shifts forward, ready to stick his finger inside -
There’s a foot in his face as Gilbert laughs, gently pushing him away. “Aha-ha-ha! Take that! I’m not that easy to penetra- aaach!”
Eduard smiles as he adjusts the other’s legs with one hand, the other hand already having a finger inside and moving slowly about. “I’m not that easy to kick in the face, either, thank you.”
Gilbert chuckles and as he feels the strange stingy feeling that the finger squirming inside him gives, he finally complies. He’s content to watch and feel as the Eduard enters another finger and begins to scissor him, Gilbert groaning at the feel of being stretched (he hadn’t been “the bottom” for a while, after all).
His steadily stares at the blond, whose hair was messy and was lying across the man’s brows. “It’s tight.” He hears Eduard mutter idly.
“Your fingers are just fat.” Comes the husky reply. They both chuckle lightly, listening to each other’s breathing and those little noises that are coming from Gilbert’s ass.
There’s another naughty sound as he feels empty once again. It’s then he hears shuffling, and the other’s voice, heavy with lust. “I’m going in.”
He pushes in, smooth and slow and slick, and when he’s finally inside Eduard takes in a sharp breath - it’s so warm, so meltingly hot, and tight and everything a man’s ever wanted to feel hugging against his manhood. Below him, Gilbert has his face flushed in amusement and euphoria - he’s actually getting penetrated by that nerdy honor student and he swears that he’s never been more filled before, because it’s a strange mix of pain and pleasure and why doesn’t he move, damn it -
Eduard begins to pull out, Gilbert feeling every inch inside him being lost until he pushes back inside. He feels it all as the other man comes out again, and he tries to stare intently at the blond doing him, “H-Heh… Going pretty slow aren’t y - Aaagh!”
It’s white sparks everywhere and he groans as he’s left disorientated by sudden pleasure. Opening his eyes, the wavy effect of the glasses on his eyesight makes everything more confusing. He focuses on Eduard above him, whose smirk he swore was something that could be rivaled with Francis. Or was that just the glasses?
And Eduard thrusts in again, hard, and Gilbert gasps as it hits his prostate right there and there again and he doesn’t even bother to restrain himself. He cries out every time the other rams into that awesome bundle inside him. Eduard is grunting, mouth partly open, as he does so, because his vision is blurred and he’s never felt someone as tight as this and he’s free to be as rough as he wants because, well, he was actually topping Gilbert.
Soon his hair is gripped and lips are crashed together again, kisses wet and sloppy and tongues all over the place while Eduard notices the lack of glasses slipping down and Gilbert feels those glasses trembling on his nose. The Prussian grabs his own member and begins pumping himself, timing it with crazy thrusts and the rabid slap of skin against skin as kisses and bites are being trailed over his neck.
Eduard increases his already erratic speed, pounding the other man with no mercy now, feeling nothing but intense heat and want and uncontrollable ecstasy as he thrusts close and closer to the edge, and Gilbert is pumping and trembling below him with a steady cry of curses and slurred German, wearing his pair of glasses. Gilbert’s hands are shuddering as tremors quake inside him, because they’re kissing again, smacking, moaning, and it’s wet and he’s having spasms and it’s so deep and thick and there, there, thereagainfuckdon’tst -
Gilbert cries and he feels like he’s exploding, nothing but wild bursts of white fireworks and raw ecstasy as he comes and clutches Eduard, who then finishes inside him as the other trembles in mindless, post-orgasmic bliss.
The Baltic pulls out and he falls beside the Prussian, and they lie there on a pile of socks, a panting mess of sweat as everything begins to relax.
Gilbert, thoroughly amazed, grins as he looks past his glasses at the other nation. “That,” He begins, getting another whiff of cornflowers, “was fucking awesome. We have to do that again sometime.”
Eduard laughs and turns to smile humbly back, but when he sees a grinning bespectacled Gilbert, face flushed and body panting with seed splattered over himself, his smile twists and he feels warmth heating up inside him.
“Who said I was done yet?”
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Ludwig checked his watch again and sighed in annoyance. It was strange how surprised he was that Gilbert was late - he should’ve expected it, somewhat - especially since he was only at home with Eduard.
The small boy next to him fidgeted nervously. “D-Did Prussia break his laptop t-that badly?”
Ludwig shrugged. “Well, he did spill ice cream all over it. Maybe it was that bad.” He turned and looked down at the smaller boy apologetically. “I’m sorry, Raivis. It looks like you’ll be late going home, with your brother not here yet.”
“I-It’s ok.” Raivis replied, nervously looking around, shaking as usual. It wasn’t everyday that he sat with the older man on a bench in the park, after all. “Wait… I-Isn’t that Prussia’s bird?”
It was. The two of them watched as the little yellow chick flew down between them, twittering and looking up at Ludwig expectantly.
“Isn’t he a-always with him, r-right?”
“Yes… He’s always with him.”
It became quiet again, save for the sound of children playing in the background and Gilbird’s eager chirping. He seemed rather excited. Or freaked out, to put it bluntly. Ludwig and Raivis looked at each other.
“… Maybe we should check on them.”
“Y-Yeah.”
Who? - Estonia/Prussia, Germany, Latvia
Wait, what's happening? - De-anoning from the Kink Meme. Smut, with Prussia wearing Estonia's glasses halfway through. Complete with an argument, rough n' playfulness, and awesome boxers.
Caution! - Smut! Smut! XXX!
I was thinking how I should put all my fanfictions in one place, so here I go!
Anyway, hi, I like this pairing =v= Actually, I love these characters ~! And yes, smex. Ahaha ^__^; I rather like this piece, anyhow, even if it's just a pretty much just porn [first time, eh?] I'm trying to write another story with this pairing, but with less smex and an actual storyline. Let's hope I can finish that...
I'm sorry for any typos/grammer mistakes/etc. in advance, and I hope you enjoy this!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It wasn’t long before they find themselves on Gilbert’s bed, half-wrestling and half-kissing. In the meanwhile, Gilbird eagerly flew out the window, more than ready to give the two men some “alone time”.
Eduard, his normally composed complexion thrown away just like his sweater vest, growls lowly as he sees the man above him. Prussia snickers, “I told you I was ri- “
He doesn’t finish because Eduard grabs his shoulders and shoves him to the side, emitting an amused curse as their positions are switched. Eduard is on all fours over Gilbert; their lips crashing together, kisses wet and messy with tongues up in each others mouths, exploring, tasting, trying to dominate, Eduard’s glasses slipping off his nose with every movement.
He manages to stop, half for air, half to answer, despite the struggle the other man is giving from underneath him - which aroused him more than it needed to. “No, you aren’t right.”
“I’m telling you,” Gilbert grabs a hold of that mess of perfect ashy-blond hair, half in an attempt to mess it up, half because it’s soft and fine and smells like fucking cornflowers, and brings their mouths together for another kiss. He keeps his eyes open during it all, just to see the other’s face, normally with that serene and composed feel, wild, flushed and crazed with passion.
Who knew the guy could get so horny? “Guys with glasses are supposed to be on the bottom.”
There’s a disbelieving chuckle and the swift motion of pushing his glasses up, doing so with a flash of pride as if to prove him something. “Really? Do tell why - Augh!”
Gilbert latches onto him, resuming those rough half-kisses while Eduard struggles to get out of his grasp, and it takes a great amount of effort to roll them both over again. Gilbert pushes his body against the other and, managing to straddle him despite those rebellious legs shuffling underneath him, slips his hands under Eduard’s polo, slightly damp with sweat and heat, running over smooth, warm skin.
“Look at that pansy-boy,” Gilbert breaths, feeling over unexpected muscles, a frantically breathing chest, and the occasional scar. It brings up a fleeting thought that they’re from that damned Russian - and it sends his lips down to kiss and nip at the Estonian’s neck - a sudden sensation of likeness because he has those scars too.
“He’s a total pussie -kiss - just look at him - nip - and that one with the bear - nip - swear to God he’s the definition of bottoms.”
Eduard hisses at the small bites and returns by ruthlessly clawing at the other’s still-clothed shoulders and the hands under his clothes, his glasses askew while jerking his hips, mostly failed attempts to throw the other off of him, and then some. “Then what about - ach - Alfred? And then - ah, damn it - Berwald?”
Gilbert clumsily removes that now-useless polo, the wearer eager to take the sweaty thing off, and tossing it somewhere while resisting another attempt to flip them over again. He grabs Eduard’s arms and struggles to keep them down. “Tino’s a fucking closet-dominatrix - don’t let the cute ones get to y- autch!”
The man below frees an arm and with a handful of white hair pulls their faces together, not to kiss but to bring them eye to eye, violet red to deep green, every breath close enough to feel.
“Don’t talk about my friend that way. And Alfred?”
“… Screw him.”
And with that Eduard manages to shove him over again, and he scrambles to get on top, glasses nearly off his nose as Gilbert laughs underneath him - he still can’t believe that he’s doing this with this guy! And Eduard mimics that thought when he finds him straddling the other nation, chuckling and out of breath, taking it upon himself to remove the other’s t-shirt.
When the shirt is together with the polo on the ground, Eduard stops and Gilbert smirks up at him, “What’s wrong, tired already, nerdy boy?”
He smiles mockingly back down at him, “Lube, Mr. Awesome, is what I’m looking for.”
“So Estonia can’t handle going bareback and dry, heh?”
“I’m not the one being straddled. Or the one who’s going to have a dick up his ass.“ At that Gilbert shakes his head in amusement. Why hasn’t he slept with this guy before?
The man above him shrugs, slightly bashful of what he had just said. “No really, where is it?”
Gilbert nods his head towards the side table. “In the bottom drawer, under the socks.” Once again a smirk is on his face. “First one to get it gets to be on top.”
Eduard grins, “You’re on.”
Then it’s a blur as both men lunge themselves at the drawer, crawling across the bed and leaning over like men who’ve just discovered the elixir of life was beside them all along. Soon socks are scattered across the floor (“Are those… chickens?” “Shut up, they’re my lucky pair.”) and Gilbert grabs the bottle, but Eduard won’t take that as the end. He dives for it and he shoves the both of them onto the floor, and Gilbert and Eduard are growling and wrestling once again, on each other, rubbing, grinding, until the victor of the bottle emerges.
“Damn it!” Gilbert scowls as he looks up at the man who’s straddling him once again.
Opening the bottle, Eduard smiles good naturedly down at him, “So, guys with glasses are always on the bottom, huh?”
Red eyes are thoughtful as Gilbert pouts. He reaches up to grab the other nation’s pair and puts them on his own face. With that, Eduard already knows the slightly blurred figure below him is smirking again. “Ja.”
It doesn’t take long before Gilbert pants and boxers are off (“Oh, look, these one’s have pandas.” “They’re cute, damn it!”), with Eduard’s trousers are unzipped and his fingers are coated in a generous amount of liquid. Now Gilbert’s legs are wide open and Eduard shifts forward, ready to stick his finger inside -
There’s a foot in his face as Gilbert laughs, gently pushing him away. “Aha-ha-ha! Take that! I’m not that easy to penetra- aaach!”
Eduard smiles as he adjusts the other’s legs with one hand, the other hand already having a finger inside and moving slowly about. “I’m not that easy to kick in the face, either, thank you.”
Gilbert chuckles and as he feels the strange stingy feeling that the finger squirming inside him gives, he finally complies. He’s content to watch and feel as the Eduard enters another finger and begins to scissor him, Gilbert groaning at the feel of being stretched (he hadn’t been “the bottom” for a while, after all).
His steadily stares at the blond, whose hair was messy and was lying across the man’s brows. “It’s tight.” He hears Eduard mutter idly.
“Your fingers are just fat.” Comes the husky reply. They both chuckle lightly, listening to each other’s breathing and those little noises that are coming from Gilbert’s ass.
There’s another naughty sound as he feels empty once again. It’s then he hears shuffling, and the other’s voice, heavy with lust. “I’m going in.”
He pushes in, smooth and slow and slick, and when he’s finally inside Eduard takes in a sharp breath - it’s so warm, so meltingly hot, and tight and everything a man’s ever wanted to feel hugging against his manhood. Below him, Gilbert has his face flushed in amusement and euphoria - he’s actually getting penetrated by that nerdy honor student and he swears that he’s never been more filled before, because it’s a strange mix of pain and pleasure and why doesn’t he move, damn it -
Eduard begins to pull out, Gilbert feeling every inch inside him being lost until he pushes back inside. He feels it all as the other man comes out again, and he tries to stare intently at the blond doing him, “H-Heh… Going pretty slow aren’t y - Aaagh!”
It’s white sparks everywhere and he groans as he’s left disorientated by sudden pleasure. Opening his eyes, the wavy effect of the glasses on his eyesight makes everything more confusing. He focuses on Eduard above him, whose smirk he swore was something that could be rivaled with Francis. Or was that just the glasses?
And Eduard thrusts in again, hard, and Gilbert gasps as it hits his prostate right there and there again and he doesn’t even bother to restrain himself. He cries out every time the other rams into that awesome bundle inside him. Eduard is grunting, mouth partly open, as he does so, because his vision is blurred and he’s never felt someone as tight as this and he’s free to be as rough as he wants because, well, he was actually topping Gilbert.
Soon his hair is gripped and lips are crashed together again, kisses wet and sloppy and tongues all over the place while Eduard notices the lack of glasses slipping down and Gilbert feels those glasses trembling on his nose. The Prussian grabs his own member and begins pumping himself, timing it with crazy thrusts and the rabid slap of skin against skin as kisses and bites are being trailed over his neck.
Eduard increases his already erratic speed, pounding the other man with no mercy now, feeling nothing but intense heat and want and uncontrollable ecstasy as he thrusts close and closer to the edge, and Gilbert is pumping and trembling below him with a steady cry of curses and slurred German, wearing his pair of glasses. Gilbert’s hands are shuddering as tremors quake inside him, because they’re kissing again, smacking, moaning, and it’s wet and he’s having spasms and it’s so deep and thick and there, there, thereagainfuckdon’tst -
Gilbert cries and he feels like he’s exploding, nothing but wild bursts of white fireworks and raw ecstasy as he comes and clutches Eduard, who then finishes inside him as the other trembles in mindless, post-orgasmic bliss.
The Baltic pulls out and he falls beside the Prussian, and they lie there on a pile of socks, a panting mess of sweat as everything begins to relax.
Gilbert, thoroughly amazed, grins as he looks past his glasses at the other nation. “That,” He begins, getting another whiff of cornflowers, “was fucking awesome. We have to do that again sometime.”
Eduard laughs and turns to smile humbly back, but when he sees a grinning bespectacled Gilbert, face flushed and body panting with seed splattered over himself, his smile twists and he feels warmth heating up inside him.
“Who said I was done yet?”
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Ludwig checked his watch again and sighed in annoyance. It was strange how surprised he was that Gilbert was late - he should’ve expected it, somewhat - especially since he was only at home with Eduard.
The small boy next to him fidgeted nervously. “D-Did Prussia break his laptop t-that badly?”
Ludwig shrugged. “Well, he did spill ice cream all over it. Maybe it was that bad.” He turned and looked down at the smaller boy apologetically. “I’m sorry, Raivis. It looks like you’ll be late going home, with your brother not here yet.”
“I-It’s ok.” Raivis replied, nervously looking around, shaking as usual. It wasn’t everyday that he sat with the older man on a bench in the park, after all. “Wait… I-Isn’t that Prussia’s bird?”
It was. The two of them watched as the little yellow chick flew down between them, twittering and looking up at Ludwig expectantly.
“Isn’t he a-always with him, r-right?”
“Yes… He’s always with him.”
It became quiet again, save for the sound of children playing in the background and Gilbird’s eager chirping. He seemed rather excited. Or freaked out, to put it bluntly. Ludwig and Raivis looked at each other.
“… Maybe we should check on them.”
“Y-Yeah.”