Alfred's Little Secret (1/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 01:36:46 UTC
original request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/19013.html?thread=70064197#t70064197 Arthur gets off to making Alfred insecure about his weight while continuously knocking him up with children. He loves to suckle America's lactating breasts and secretly sabotage his weight loss plans to make him heavier. Alfred has no clue, but Arthur loves it.
So, um, I posted it on the wrong place but I already let a mod know, so it'll be deleted, and I'm resposting here, hopefully on the right place this time (if it's not, I think I'll just give up). Oh god, I'm so ashamed haha. I'm sorry and please try to enjoy this piece of shit. Wanted to apologize to OP (and encourage multiple fills!), this is not exactly what you want so expect a big fail. Also wanted to say that english isn't my first language, so forgive my awful grammar.
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He didn’t know why this was happening. But it was starting to get painful. He knew he was a bit overweight, yes, he
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Alfred's Little Secret (2/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:02:20 UTC
The one on the top trailed his hand down his partner’s skinny, slender body, and America felt tempted to do the same. Avoiding his own chest, he ran his hand down his torso, over his pudgy belly, in the same speed as the man on the porn movie. He grabbed the bulge on his pants when the shorter man moaned again for having now both his nipples and stiff member touched at the same time. Alfred could still feel his chest hurt, and he was desperately trying to avoid it. Not because of the pain, but because he knew what would be happening if he touched himself there. He started to undo his pants, trying to transfer all his thinking to his growing bulge
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Re: Alfred's Little Secret (2/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:09:24 UTC
It was just a bit in the beginning, the pale white-ish liquid coming out his nipple and wetting his skin, running down his torso. He couldn’t stop shivering, his hand still working on his cock and the sound track of rough sex still ringing on his ears. He moved his hand to play with the neglected nipple, soon making the liquid drip down, and suddenly it was too much. His moans were turning into screams, his hand moving faster and harder and the other one squeezing the milk and tension out his chest. Fuck. It was too much and too good and too weird and
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Alfred's Little Secret (5/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:31:14 UTC
America just rubbed his arm on his now closed eyes, laughing nervously. And a nervous laugh was a loud, obnoxious one. “Me? Crying? No way in hell. Heroes don’t cry, England.” He said, managing to indeed smile as he looked at his loved one. He didn’t want to worry him, after all. And he was just happy for seeing him again, after two weeks. Usually the meetings were monthly, but this was an emergency one
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Alfred's Little Secret (6/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:42:47 UTC
oh yes, it'll take a while until we get to the actual porn. and lol, just in case no one noticed, this fic is biologically wrong and there's a lot of OOC. ---
America was running to the bathroom, sighing in relief as he saw no one there. He opened his shirt, looking at his work with the bandages. He could notice the two wet spots there, and the pain was like needles being pierced into his sensitive flesh. Damn. Can’t this wait for when the meeting is over? They usually took six hours or so, and they barely went through two. He considered pulling the bandages out and squeeze the erect nubs just a bit, just to cease the pressure and the pain. But no, he couldn’t. Not there. Not when someone could walk in. Do it in any of the booths wouldn’t work either. He needed space and privacy, and he couldn’t have it there. He wandered around the bathroom for a while, whimpering and trying to think about something. He looked in the mirror again, the wet spots were bigger. He frowned. Why. Now? And the pressure the bandages were applying was
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Alfred's Little Secret (8/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 02:58:30 UTC
He didn’t say anything, waiting America feel ready. And it didn’t take much, as the American turned to him and got closer, and England could see his bandages from the front. His eyes widened automatically. Two big, wet spots were quickly spreading on the rough fabric.
When he was going to ask what the bloody hell that meant, America’s voice, rather shaky and low, made itself present. “This has been going for three months.” More or less the last time they saw each other naked, England noted mentally. “My chest, it’s... Swollen. And... And...” He didn’t find the strength to keep going, and bit his lower lip nervously, chewing on it.
“And...?” England encouraged, his body also tense, sitting on America’s soft mattress.
“Something comes out.” He said, immensely nervous, swallowing back his tears. “Mi-Milk, I suppose.” Not that long of a story, he noticed
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Alfred's Little Secret (9/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:08:05 UTC
England’s pants started to get too tight. America was being so sweet, so pretty, he couldn’t handle it. He broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at America’s flushed face, his own eyes still closed and mouth half-opened, still inviting. America The Beautiful, indeed. So beautiful. He leaned down for another kiss, as his hands wandered down the younger’s body. He felt America gasp into the touch this time, but didn’t pull away or used his own hands to stop England, who took this as encouragement
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Alfred's Little Secret (10/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:18:31 UTC
“No.” He said bluntly, predicting America’s words. “I have something to finish, first.” He explained and pushed his forefinger against the neglected nipple, making America grit his teeth and nod furiously, agreeing
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Alfred's Little Secret (12/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:35:48 UTC
The man rubbed his thumbs under America’s eyes, wiping away the tears there, and then grabbed America’s breasts, that were not as swollen as before, but still as protuberant, and squeezed them against his cock. America gasped, England just moaned. He couldn’t completely close America’s chest around his cock, like he would normally manage with a woman, but it felt just as nice if not better. America was so soft, his skin so nice, like a baby’s. “Shit, America...” He swore, and started to thrust shallowly, grunting, the milk making him slid between America’s tender flesh more easily. America slowly, shyly, raised his hands, doing the work England’s were doing, trapping the man’s erection on his chest, and England praised him and he even smiled a bit in return, and suddenly more liquid was dripping on England’s length, not too much, but it was there. With America taking care of that, now he could concentrate on how he was thrusting, and shifted a bit, moving his body closer to America’s face, and America caught the cue, his chin pressed
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Alfred's Little Secret (13/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:48:37 UTC
The way he looked at America, and America looked back, he knew what was about to happen and the younger closed his eyes again, relaxing his throat and welcoming England. His hold on Alfred’s hair tightened a bit and he started to move again. He didn’t go easy this time, his hips rocking back and forth quickly, fucking that delicious mouth that was opened so willingly for him, teeth out of the way, tongue still working and he was still trying to suck. He groaned, and grabbed America’s head with both hands and thrust deeper, faster, and he shifted a bit, making his cock hit the back of America’s mouth, and instead of coming back, he slid in deeper, into his throat, until the boy’s nose was pressed against his pelvis, on his light pubic hair. He didn’t gag. He didn’t choke. Not yet, England thought, malicious. America’s blue, teary eyes opened when he noticed England was not moving and wouldn’t move either, rather just buried deep on his throat, and as much as he could stand and take it, it was blocking out his air and he just wasn’t
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Alfred's Little Secret (14/?)
anonymous
July 14 2011, 03:53:19 UTC
America turned his head, then looked at the mess on his chest and torso. He no longer felt pain on his chest, but he knew he could still drip milk if England started to touch him like that again, and he sort of wanted that. Fuck, he was really a slut. Every time he jerked off, he felt the need to squeeze his nipples, to make the milk slip out of him. It was embarrassing and painful, yes, but it was somehow so goddamn arousing, it was so twisted on his mind. “That’s okay, my boy.” He kissed the softened cock of his lover, feeling him shiver. “I won’t stop making it come out. I won’t let you feel pain again.” America was completely mortified by now. England’s words were hitting his ears and he had to curl his toes and grab the bed sheets again. He didn’t even know why, but he felt the necessity. It was humiliating. And he was enjoying it so much. “And I’m really upset that you took so much time to tell me, though. Don’t you trust me, boy?” Another kiss there
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Arthur gets off to making Alfred insecure about his weight while continuously knocking him up with children. He loves to suckle America's lactating breasts and secretly sabotage his weight loss plans to make him heavier. Alfred has no clue, but Arthur loves it.
So, um, I posted it on the wrong place but I already let a mod know, so it'll be deleted, and I'm resposting here, hopefully on the right place this time (if it's not, I think I'll just give up). Oh god, I'm so ashamed haha. I'm sorry and please try to enjoy this piece of shit. Wanted to apologize to OP (and encourage multiple fills!), this is not exactly what you want so expect a big fail. Also wanted to say that english isn't my first language, so forgive my awful grammar.
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America was running to the bathroom, sighing in relief as he saw no one there. He opened his shirt, looking at his work with the bandages. He could notice the two wet spots there, and the pain was like needles being pierced into his sensitive flesh. Damn. Can’t this wait for when the meeting is over? They usually took six hours or so, and they barely went through two. He considered pulling the bandages out and squeeze the erect nubs just a bit, just to cease the pressure and the pain. But no, he couldn’t. Not there. Not when someone could walk in. Do it in any of the booths wouldn’t work either. He needed space and privacy, and he couldn’t have it there. He wandered around the bathroom for a while, whimpering and trying to think about something. He looked in the mirror again, the wet spots were bigger. He frowned. Why. Now? And the pressure the bandages were applying was ( ... )
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When he was going to ask what the bloody hell that meant, America’s voice, rather shaky and low, made itself present. “This has been going for three months.” More or less the last time they saw each other naked, England noted mentally. “My chest, it’s... Swollen. And... And...” He didn’t find the strength to keep going, and bit his lower lip nervously, chewing on it.
“And...?” England encouraged, his body also tense, sitting on America’s soft mattress.
“Something comes out.” He said, immensely nervous, swallowing back his tears. “Mi-Milk, I suppose.” Not that long of a story, he noticed ( ... )
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...I think I'm going to hell.
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