…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail ___
She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm
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Re: Just That Good [6]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 15:06:05 UTC
Oh anon...I don't even normally read hetro sex...but this...this is...wow. Just wow. Wonderful. Wonderful enough to check for updates obsessively, yes it is. Wow.
Re: Just That Good [6]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 15:15:34 UTC
*smashes f5 repeatedly* Oh god anon. As Alfred said, this is fucking hot. Sooooo hot. I love the gradual build-up, from reluctant to mild orgasm to this and wondering where else we'll go and please please do more.
Re: Just That Good [7]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 15:38:36 UTC
His hum sends sparks flicking through her blood. She watches, feeling helpless, as he drapes one arm over her hips, and moves the other hand just below that. She has about five seconds to wonder what he’s doing before his thumb takes over for his tongue, as he ducks his head lower and kisses her pussy before sliding his tongue inside of her, and fuck, she can feel every time he slides, in, out, deep -
Her orgasm takes her entirely by surprise this time; her hips thrust up and her fingers claw into his hair as her voice breaks into a high, quavering note. She thrashes against the arm pinning her to the bed, and his tongue curls deep, deep inside of her, his thumb still rubbing and teasing her.
He pulls away with one final kiss and moves onto his knees. She sees the wetness smeared around his mouth and chin; it compliments his cocky smirk.
“You liked that?” he murmurs, his thumb still rubbing at her in slow, wide circles. “Bet he never made you feel that way
( ... )
Re: Just That Good [7]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 16:02:56 UTC
Oh geez. Much as I love the smut here, what really gets to me is the sheer sweetness between them. The pigtails were <333. I love this fill so very, very much.
Re: Just That Good [7]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 16:09:26 UTC
Guh. *flails helplessly* England's orgasm was hot to read, but that last bit? Where she's making America snarl and pant and thrust? oooooh yes, please. I love smarmy!bastard America, but I also like reading him losing control...just as much as I loved reading England losing control for a bit there. Oh please say there's more coming.
Re: Just That Good [8]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 16:57:33 UTC
“I….” He grits a smile out through his teeth, a hand coming up to grab her wrist. “…I’m not gonna last long if you keep - ah - that up.”
England smiles and gives the head of his cock a quick, teasing squeeze before dropping her hands, reaching one up to grab the small tinfoil packet beside her ear. She tears it open, feels slippery lubricant leak out into her hands as she reaches down to roll the condom on.
“Y-yeah,” America sighs, his eyelids fluttering as she rolls it on. “Just…just like that…God, England….”
She smirks at his loss of bravado - then frowns as she feels dips and bumps on it. “America,” she asks, “is something wrong with this condom?”
America’s eyes flick into hers, and he makes a concentrated effort to focus. “Wh…what?”
“It feels…odd. What’s the expiration date on the -”
America’s head drops onto her shoulder, and it takes her a few moments to realize he’s snickering.
“I - oh, God, Iggy, you’re so cute,” he sniggers, making her frown
( ... )
Re: Just That Good [Final]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 17:39:48 UTC
She keens and wraps her arms around his neck.
“Yeah, like that,” he whispers. “Keep…ah, keep going, England….”
Her orgasm hits her like an explosion, radiating outwards from her abdomen; she thrashes and claws at his shoulders, Christ, so fucking goodShe drifts down slowly, panting, head tilted back on the pillows. America kisses her ear, tender and sweet. She blushes when she realizes he’s still inside of her, hard and twitching and not satisfied
( ... )
Re: Just That Good [Final]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 18:29:29 UTC
That was wonderful! It was sweet and in character, with a snarky and defensive England up against an affectionate but oh so smug America. It felt realistic but utterly hot- Definitely a very, very good fill on this meme!
Re: Just That Good [Final]
anonymous
June 7 2009, 18:44:13 UTC
ohhhh, anon. *wibbles all over you* So much love for this~ ♥
I loved all the little touches, like England fingering herself to get off the third time, and America using a condom, and the little exchange about it being ribbed, but most of all I loved the part where she can tell he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary without even looking.
Oh please, PLEASE do an omake. I'd love to see the new dynamics of their relationship, and.... just all that.
PS: ...who's the female lover who insisted America 'bone up' on his technique? For some reason I'm imagining a female Mexico...
Writernon here!
anonymous
June 7 2009, 20:04:27 UTC
Admittedly, anon was thinking of Mexico when she wrote this, but she fails a bit at history, so she didn't want to risk anything too touchy. I also got an idea for a human/Nation fill, too, that I might do. Might.
So I worded it so that you can take it as you wish to - it can be Mexico, or someone else entirely.
…I honestly have no idea what I’m doing with this, so, uh, just hang on for the ride and I hope you enjoy? :D also fail title is fail
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She’s usually the first to wake up in the morning, so it’s no surprise that the first thing she sees when her eyes flutter open is America, fast asleep, snoring a little and drooling on his pillow.
England wrinkles her nose a little in disgust. There’s nothing cute about that. Nothing at all. There’s nothing cute about the way his hair frizzes every which way, or in his cheeks when he sleeps without his glasses, or -
America sighs and rolls over - and right on top of her. England blushes and is grateful that he wore his wifebeater and boxers to bed and she her bra and panties. It’s all that’s separating her from warm ( ... )
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Her orgasm takes her entirely by surprise this time; her hips thrust up and her fingers claw into his hair as her voice breaks into a high, quavering note. She thrashes against the arm pinning her to the bed, and his tongue curls deep, deep inside of her, his thumb still rubbing and teasing her.
He pulls away with one final kiss and moves onto his knees. She sees the wetness smeared around his mouth and chin; it compliments his cocky smirk.
“You liked that?” he murmurs, his thumb still rubbing at her in slow, wide circles. “Bet he never made you feel that way ( ... )
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England smiles and gives the head of his cock a quick, teasing squeeze before dropping her hands, reaching one up to grab the small tinfoil packet beside her ear. She tears it open, feels slippery lubricant leak out into her hands as she reaches down to roll the condom on.
“Y-yeah,” America sighs, his eyelids fluttering as she rolls it on. “Just…just like that…God, England….”
She smirks at his loss of bravado - then frowns as she feels dips and bumps on it. “America,” she asks, “is something wrong with this condom?”
America’s eyes flick into hers, and he makes a concentrated effort to focus. “Wh…what?”
“It feels…odd. What’s the expiration date on the -”
America’s head drops onto her shoulder, and it takes her a few moments to realize he’s snickering.
“I - oh, God, Iggy, you’re so cute,” he sniggers, making her frown ( ... )
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“Yeah, like that,” he whispers. “Keep…ah, keep going, England….”
Her orgasm hits her like an explosion, radiating outwards from her abdomen; she thrashes and claws at his shoulders, Christ, so fucking goodShe drifts down slowly, panting, head tilted back on the pillows. America kisses her ear, tender and sweet. She blushes when she realizes he’s still inside of her, hard and twitching and not satisfied ( ... )
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Thank you, again!
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Awesome job, writer!anon!!
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I loved all the little touches, like England fingering herself to get off the third time, and America using a condom, and the little exchange about it being ribbed, but most of all I loved the part where she can tell he's grinning like the cat who ate the canary without even looking.
Oh please, PLEASE do an omake. I'd love to see the new dynamics of their relationship, and.... just all that.
PS: ...who's the female lover who insisted America 'bone up' on his technique? For some reason I'm imagining a female Mexico...
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So I worded it so that you can take it as you wish to - it can be Mexico, or someone else entirely.
I am so happy you enjoyed this! <3
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