(fanfiction) Trust

[yaoi_rox_me_sox]

Title: Trust
Characters/pairing: FemNetherlands, FemDenmark, NedDen
Rating: R
Warnings: Lesbian sex, sex toys, swearing, genderbending
Summary: “Den, what the hell?” Netherlands asked when she turned around to see the Dane with a new toy in her hand. The woman grinned at her as she rolled the silicone shaft in her hand.


“Den, what the hell?” Netherlands asked when she turned around to see the Dane with a new toy in her hand. The woman grinned at her as she rolled the silicone shaft in her hand.

“Just somethin’ different.” Netherlands rolled her eyes at that as she yanked her shirt up and over her head. There was no bra to bother with since her breasts were small enough that she saw no point in having a tight, irritating layer of clothing to just cover them under her shirt. The Dutch woman hardly had anything close to the soft curves that her companion did.

Where Denmark had an hour glass figure, Netherlands had something more akin to a man’s boxy torso and slim hips. Where Denmark was soft to the touch, Netherlands was muscled or boney. Where Denmark wore dresses and showed off her cleavage and was showered with flirtatious remarks from men, Netherlands wore pants and men’s shirts and was the one to give out the flirtatious remark to beautiful women.

Denmark was everything that Netherlands wanted to sink her teeth into, and luckily for her, the Danish woman was more than happy to oblige her. The Dane liked her sexual partners manlier than her, and Netherlands certainly fit that bill. Netherlands got her sexy woman to fuck and Denmark got her dominating butch dyke to fuck her into the mattress.

It was because of this arrangement that the double-headed dildo seemed out of place.

“Different?” Netherlands asked, smirking a bit at how Denmark’s eyes strayed down her physique before returning to her face.
Denmark just nodded and grinned some more, unashamed of having been caught looking. “Yeah, different. You’re always doing the fucking, and the closest I’ve ever seen to ya getting’ fucked is if I go down on you. So I want to see ya get fucked for once.”

“You realize that you could just ask to borrow a harness if you wanted to fuck me, right? I think one of ‘em would adjust enough for your hips.”

“But if I did that, I wouldn’t be getting fucked,” Denmark replied. Netherlands couldn’t help snorting as she walked over to the woman. Her fingers were soon making quick work of the buttoned shirt that was straining to stay closed across Denmark’s large breasts.

“Is there ever a day where you’d give up getting fucked to get something else you want?”

Denmark had to actually ponder this as she did she slipped out of her heels; at her normal height Netherlands was taller by an inch or two, which was preferable for them both.

“Beer. I’d give up gettin’ fucked for beer.”

“So you’re more of an alcoholic than a nympho. Good to know.”

“Bitch.”

“Slut,” Netherlands purred smugly, dipping her head down to nip at Denmark’s neck. A flick of the wrist and the last button was freed. It was almost too bad that the bra would have to come off eventually since Denmark did always pick such nice underwear. The red satin brought out the flush spreading down her neck to her chest and black lace was the perfect contrast to her pale skin. No doubt she was wearing matching panties.

Netherlands had to see those for herself.

“Ya gonna at least consider it?” Denmark said, a hint of a whine slipping out. Netherlands shrugged as she tugged at the zipper on the Danish woman’s skirt. She bent down to kiss and nip the soft flesh of Denmark’s breasts where the bra could not contain it. “Ned, stop payin’ attention to my tits for one second and answer my question, would ya?”

“But I like your tits.” With the zipper undone, the skirt slipped effortlessly from Denmark’s hips. A glance told Netherlands all she wanted to know - yes, her panties matched. A brush of her hand along bared cheeks made it clear it was a thong.

Denmark shuddered slightly. “I know ya do, but I want to do something and you’re not listenin’.”

“Hard to listen when all I want to do is fuck you.”

“Then maybe it’d help if ya stopped groping me,” Denmark grumbled. Netherlands felt the Dane grasp at her hair and try to tug her head up and out of her cleavage. The Dutchwoman didn’t give in right away, mouthing at one breast and then the other. It was when she could feel some hairs being pulled out of her scalp that Netherlands let go of Denmark’s body and straightened up.

“Fuck, alright, I’m listening,” Netherlands grumbled as she backed away and sat on the edge of the bed.

If Denmark minded that her companion was annoyed, she certainly didn’t show it as she sat down next to her and fiddled with the dildo in her hands again, grinning. “Good. I want to use this double-headed dildo.”

“I got that part.” Netherlands fell back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling to distract herself from how desperately she wanted to be done talking and start having sex. “It’s not that hard. I’ll put in my side, and you can ride me on your side. Done. Can we go now?”

Denmark looked back at her and rolled her eyes. As she put the toy down and started to work at getting Netherlands’ pants off, she replied, “No, that’s not what I mean. I see ya with shit shoved up there while you’re fuckin’ me all the time. But having a dildo just jigglin’ around in there is different from gettin’ fucked. I mean, Christ, Ned, when was the last time you were the one getting fucked?”

Netherlands glowered up at her. Denmark sighed. “By choice. Last time you were fucked by choice.”

That took Netherlands a moment to answer. “I think it was back when Hungary first found out about double-dildos and strapons and all that, and I helped her learn how to use one.”

“And how long ago was that?”

“It was after she saw that Edouard-Henri Avril painting. And that was… fuck, ages ago.”

“How long ago, Ned?”

“Late eighteen hundreds or so.”

There was no mistaking the look of horror on Denmark’s face. “That’s over a hundred years ago.”

Netherlands shrugged. “Yeah, well. I’ve been fine getting off with my clit, plugs, and fucking people. Didn’t see the point in needlessly getting fucked.”

There was a moment where Netherlands waited for Denmark to try to argue with her and Denmark was busy trying to comprehend how a woman could go longer than a few months without having someone screw her senseless. A flash of something passed across Denmark’s face; before Netherlands could say a word, her pants had been yanked off and the Dane straddled her thighs, grinning.

“It’s decided. We’re both fuckin’ ourselves on the dildo.”

Netherlands gave her a dubious look. “Oh? And why?”

The woman just smiled at her before reaching out to press a finger to the hollow between Netherlands’ prominent collarbones. “Because,” Denmark cooed as her touch trailed slowly downwards, “I want to see ya like that. I want to see ya roll your hips the way I do, to see ya arch up, and twitch.” Netherlands still wore a cool expression on her face, but the way her cheeks flared up in hues of pink told Denmark otherwise. The Danish woman gave a feral grin as her fingertips dusted over Netherland’s abs - “I want to have this dildo thrust in and out of your body and I want to see you enjoying it” -- and moved to cup her between her legs. It didn’t matter that there was the cotton boxer briefs separating their skin; Netherlands inhaled sharply.

Denmark grinned. “So you agree, we can do it?”

“I… Christ, Denmark, could’ve warned me ahead of time,” Netherlands growled. “You know I’m weird about the whole taking it thing.”

“Which is why I sprung it on you. If I warned ya, you would’ve been prepared to strap me down and have your way with me before I could remind ya.”

The hand was gone and soon replaced with what Netherlands knew was one of the two heads of the dildo. Her face scrunched a bit as she felt it rubbing and lightly pressing.

“Denmark, ‘m really not sure about this.” When Netherlands opened her eyes again, she could see a look of concern and a bit of guilt on Denmark’s face. But beyond that - and what bothered her most - was the disappointment in those gorgeous blue eyes.

The Dutchwoman swallowed hard and managed to continue with a slight curl to her lips, “Cause I wouldn’t want to embarrass you when you reach your screaming orgasm long before I do.”

“Oh? Are ya trying to say that I’d orgasm first?” Denmark asked, smirking to mirror Netherlands’. “I don’t think so. You’ll be like a little virgin girl screamin’ ‘I’m coming, I’m coming’ after just a few minutes.”

Netherlands reached out to grab a handful of Denmark’s hair and drag her down so that they were face to face. Her free hand eagerly grasped a heavy breast that felt as if it would fall out of the bra at a moment’s notice.

“I never scream like a little girl, and you’ll be coming first.”

“No way.”

“Yes.”

“Try it then.” Denmark was smiling from ear to ear, the silicon head was pushing insistently against Netherlands, and the challenge had been declared.

There was no way that Netherlands could let it go; her personal issues would have to be brushed aside.

“Fine then. Get these briefs off me, let me get your lingerie off, and let’s get prepared for this.”

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“H-hey, that’s cheatin’!” Denmark whined, even as she ground down onto Netherlands’ fingers deep inside her. The Dutchwoman just grinned smugly as she curled and pressed just right.

“It’s not cheating if I’m just using my fingers and just in your vagina. Those were the rules. It’s not my fault if I know your pussy better than you know mine.”

“Ya know pussies in general bett-a-ah! Shit!”

Netherlands licked her lips as she watched her digits disappear inside Denmark and occasionally glanced down to see the Dane’s heavy breasts dangling and swinging. It was almost distracting enough for her to ignore that the woman was busy pushing her own perfectly manicured fingers inside her, stretching and preparing for what was to come. Almost.

But the soft whine that escaped the back of her throat and the jolt of her hips up against Denmark’s fingers told a different story.

“Oh, did I find somethin’?” Denmark cooed, bending down to nuzzle and kiss her companion’s thigh as the fingers pressed and curled the same way as before. Netherlands gasped and the muscles in her hips and legs twitched and tensed.

“B-bitch.”

“Slut.”

With a growl, Netherlands pushed a third finger inside the other and thrust in deep. The half-scream - all pleasure of course; she knew the Dane woman well enough to know that - was vindication enough for her.

“N-Ned! Oh fuck.”

“It still counts if I make you climax before we even get to the dildo.”

“Shut up,” Denmark hissed as she returned the favor, pressing a third finger inside. Netherlands arched up this time, though not purely from pleasure like the other woman. She rarely stretched herself that far and while it didn’t hurt, it was still uncomfortable. Denmark must have realized this as suddenly her warm mouth was enveloping her clit and sucking-

Netherlands pulled her fingers free and shoved Denmark’s hips to one side. The woman squeaked as she was thrown off balance and fell onto her side on the bed. “Enough of that,” she said, as if in way of explanation, ignoring how tightly coiled her desire was in her groin and how she was panting hard now. The Dutchwoman was already sitting up and reaching for the tube of lubrication before Denmark could try to say otherwise.

It didn’t stop the Dane from smirking lewdly and crawling over. “You’re cute when you’re losin’ control.”

“I’m not losing control,” Netherlands insisted as she picked up the dildo and clenched it between her thighs to leave both hands free to lubricate it. “I’m just as in control of this as I am when we fuck the normal way.”

Denmark just hummed, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Instead she pulled the dildo from Netherlands’ strong thighs, sat back with a smile, and held it tight between her softer thighs. The Dutchwoman lifted a brow at her.

“What are you doing, Den?”

“What?” Denmark purred, tilting her head a bit as her fingers stroked the dildo, treating it like it was that which it emulated, which could be teased and pleasured. “I’m just holdin’ it for ya. Now come on, lube it up so we can get going. I’m really horny.”

Netherlands grumbled under her breath about how the woman was always horny, but nevertheless popped the cap on the lubricant. Instead of pouring it on her hand to apply it that way though, she held the dildo straight with one hand while squeezing a generous amount onto the top of the toy so that it would drip down the sides.

The first drop that slid all the way down to Denmark’s thigh made the woman shiver. “Too slow,” she whined, which only made Netherlands snicker. The Dutchwoman wrapped her hand around the toy and spread the lubrication evenly, from the top down to where the dildo disappeared between pale thighs.

By the time she was done, Netherlands’ face felt hot and some of her confidence was shot. It felt like she was preparing the instrument of her demise. This was going to be inside her, this phallus that was erect from between her lover’s thighs was going to be inside her, and it was enough to make her stomach turn even as her groin throbbed.

Netherlands wanted to just get up and get any of her strapons - any of them, it wouldn’t matter which one any of them - and throw Denmark down and just fuck her hard and fast into the mattress. She knew that, felt comfortable with that, felt comfortable with all that control and dominance and power--

“Ned?” She snapped back to reality to find soft hands cradling her face and a warm, albeit concerned, look on Denmark’s face. “Just relax, ok? It’s going to be alright.”

“I am relaxed. Don’t need you to treat me like I’m a virgin or something.”

Denmark just smiled a bit before leaning forward to nearly kiss Netherlands, but stopping instead to whisper, “I’ll be getting fucked too, ya know. There’s no one here that you’re submittin’ to. Just you and me, getting fucked against each other. No one is gonna be doin’ the fuckin’.”

Netherlands felt her stomach unknot slowly, bit by bit, with every word. Finally she attempted a sneer. “Your damned dildo will be,” Netherlands replied, but she couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from twitching up into a smirk. Denmark snorted and turned her head to the side as she tried to fight back the laughter.

“Then we can burn the bastard for his crimes afterwards, hm?” she finally offered before a peel of giggles slipped out. Even Netherlands couldn’t help a chuckle as she pressed her mouth to the Dane’s cheekbones, gently nuzzling against her face.

“Silicon’s a mess to burn. I’ll just chop him up to pieces.”

“Ooh, can we put all the pieces in Sve’s desk drawer? I’d love to see her face when she figures out what it is.”

“Only if you make sure that you’re telling her all about what you did with it as she’s trying to figure it out.”

Denmark couldn’t even respond properly as she clung to Netherlands, her body shaking with the bursts of laughter. “Oh god-Oh god the look on her-Ahaha oh Christ she’d turn bright red and pfffhaha!”

There was a hiccup before another round of laughter when Netherlands fell back on the bed and dragged Denmark down with her; the dildo was squished between their pelvises. If it was uncomfortable, neither cared as they grinned and schemed between kisses.

It was only as the giggles subsided that Netherlands slipped her hand between them to slip out the dildo. “Alright, you win. We can’t mess with Sve if we don’t actually use this, so let’s get started before I change my mind.”

Denmark was grinning from ear to ear as she nodded and moved to get off Netherlands. “I knew I’d find a way to get you excited for it!”

“What can I say? I’d do a lot for a good joke.”

It took some maneuvering on the bed and shifting of legs before they were positioned. It was like they were going to enjoy a bit of scissoring, but Netherlands knew better. She shifted her weight to her left hand so that she could sit up and move the toy to the space between them. It was easy to press the head to Denmark’s entrance.

It was harder to shift so that the other head pressed against her. She tried to just tell herself it was a plug; that it would just sit inside for a bit of added pleasure.

The shape was all wrong but Netherlands refused to back down.

Denmark’s fingers brushed against hers, warm and reassuring, much like her eyes when they met Netherlands’. “It’s ok, Ned.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Netherlands said as if to brush it off, even as the apples of her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. “On the count of three.”

“I have to wait that long?” Netherlands rolled her eyes at the fake pout.

“One… Two… Three.”

Netherlands winced as she moved her hips and felt the stretching begin. All that kept her aroused was how Denmark moaned loudly and her nails dug into the Dutchwoman’s hand. Her grip on the toy kept it from moving, letting her move down onto it at her own pace without the woman on the other side accidentally shoving it in faster with her own movements.

It took effort, but slowly and surely, Netherlands was filled completely by the dildo. Her breath was shaky and her limbs trembled a bit, but it was inside. She could do this.

The view she was granted when she looked at her companion was a beautiful one. Golden waves fanned out on the bed sheets, ample breasts moving with every hurried breath, her every curve laid out for Netherlands to follow with her eyes. And, on top of it all, that toy buried deep inside her and how her hips swiveled and rolled and twitched, as if begging for it to move-

Netherlands let go of the toy, braced her arms against the bed, and started to thrust her hips. If not for herself, she had to move so that Denmark could move. The contented sigh and the way she moved so desperately were reward enough.

The sensation wasn’t bad. It took a few thrusts, but it wasn’t awful. In fact, it felt much like a plug only longer and deeper.

It was then that she realized that her muscles were so tight around the toy that it wasn’t moving out of her; rather, it was acting more like a strapless strapon, giving Denmark something to fuck herself on while Netherlands was simply filled and watched.

It was perfectly acceptable.

With every moan and mewl that fell from Denmark’s lips, the warmer Netherlands’ felt and the stronger her desire condensed down to her groin. The Dutchwoman still moved her hips as if taking in the toy, aware that it was pushing it with greater force into the other woman. She couldn’t help smiling weakly when Denmark opened her eyes, staring at her with pupils blown wide from lust.

“S-s’not fair… it’s not-Christ, Ned,” Denmark whined, grinding down on the toy, her expression the perfect mixture of desperation and desire and frustration and Netherlands couldn’t help but buck her hips, pleasure coiling low in her abdomen.

Something shifted - it was either the angle or the fact that she was more aroused or just dumb luck - and with the next roll of her hips, Netherlands gasped and her back arched and it moved out and back inside it was moving inside her moving.

It was good that she kept her nails short and dull because otherwise the sheets would have been in torn. Netherlands bit her lip and tried to get used to the sensation. It wasn’t unpleasant at all; it was simply different. It was the first time in a hundred years that such a thing had moved inside her by her own consent and her body wasn’t used to that sort of sexual sensation.

However, Netherlands was fairly certain that she desperately needed some attention paid to her clit.

“Ned… fuck,” Denmark sighed, and when Netherlands opened her eyes, all she saw was the hungry look in the Dane’s eyes and how they were taking in the way her body was moving and trembling. If the Dutchwoman were to be honest, it was embarrassing and oddly reassuring to know that Denmark was watching as she fucked herself on the dildo. How it was both didn’t make sense, but it didn’t matter.
Netherlands worked herself on the toy to the best of her abilities, wanting to put on a show for Denmark, and to try to enjoy this act the way that the other woman did.

Ultimately, it was clear who was enjoying the penetration more. When Denmark wasn’t watching, her head was thrown back and her back arched and she bore down on the phallus desperately. Everything that fell from her lips was obscene but nothing could have sounded more beautiful at that moment. As she panted and her muscles flexed, Netherlands worked hard to move as much as she could so that it would transfer into the movements inside Denmark.

It took a few failed attempts as the Dane tried to hold herself back, but finally Denmark was arching and crying out in that way that Netherlands knew and loved. She was climaxing and that alone was almost enough to send the Dutchwoman over.

But not quite.

With the competition over, Netherlands’ hand was quick to slid down her body and her fingers ready to press on her clit and give her the pleasure she needed.

Denmark was faster.

She pulled herself off the toy and grabbed Netherlands by the wrist, holding it against the mattress. “Nuh uh. I’m doin’ it.”

“Fuck, fine, just… fuck, do it, I’m close--” Netherlands’ words were cut short as Denmark grabbed the toy and started to thrust it into her. It was much more direct and faster and harder and were it not for the fact that it was Denmark who was kissing her cheeks and rubbing her breasts against her chest, or really, simply that it was Denmark, she was certain it would be enough to make her scream for it to stop.

Denmark kissed down his body, murmuring comforting words as she did, reassuring Netherlands until her mouth became occupied with pleasuring her clit.

Netherlands would never admit it, but she nearly sobbed as she came.

Finally, the dildo was removed and unceremoniously tossed off the bed to roll away. Netherlands would have chided Denmark, telling her that it was going to get lube - both synthetic and bodily - all over her carpet, but at that moment she didn’t give a damn. She was heaving for breath and waiting for her body and nerves alike to calm down. Denmark laid down beside her, smiling as she kissed the Dutchwoman’s shoulder.

“Wasn’t so bad, right?”

“Well, I won… and we get to tease Sve now, so… yeah, I guess.” The Dane slightly punched her arm before cuddling close, resting her head on Netherlands’ chest.

“Come one, ya at least enjoyed it a little bit. I saw ya.”

Netherlands nodded as a small smile tugged at her mouth. “Yeah, I noticed that. For a lipstick chick, you get pretty excited about watching a girl get fucked and then fucking her.”

There was a pause, and while Denmark buried her face against Netherland’s skin, the Dutchwoman could feel the heat in the other’s face as she muttered, “Whatever. I just… I dunno. It’s like dominatin’ a guy, ya know? You’re cute when you’re all worried and need reassurance and… fuck, never mind, just… yeah.”

“…You telling me that fucking me is like fucking a man?”

“Like you would mind if I did.”

“I dunno. I’m not sure I want to be considered to be at that level of insecurity,” Netherlands teased, running her fingers through the Dane’s hair.

Denmark giggled before settling in closer. As the moment passed, Netherlands felt more at ease as she slipped into her normal role. This was safe and comfortable and not threatening at all.

“Ned?”

“Hm?”

“It wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“No,” Netherlands murmured, kissing the top of the Dane’s head. “It wasn’t. It was just… different.”

“Bad different?” Denmark sounded so terribly worried that Netherlands wanted to scoop her up and either tease her mercilessly or reassure her with words and kisses and caresses. Instead, she moved to lay on top of her, looking her in the eye even as she took advantage of the breasts she could rub her face against.

“No, not bad different. I liked that you liked it, so… you know. All I needed was the extra attention to my clit.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

Denmark grinned and ran her fingers through Netherlands’ short, mussed up hair. “Then we can do that again sometimes?”

“Nope. I’m chopping him up, remember?” Netherlands replied, acting disinterested as she nuzzled against Denmark’s left breast. “I told you. If you’re gonna fuck me, just use one of my strapons.”

“You’d let me?”

A pause, a sigh, and finally Netherlands buried her face into Denmark’s breast. “Yeah. But just you. So don’t go tell the other girls, alright?”

There was a cough and a sputter, and when Netherlands glanced up she saw that Denmark had turned a brilliant red and was looking everywhere but at the Dutchwoman. Whether it was out of a need to tease or actual curiosity, Netherlands asked, “You alright? All I said was that I’d only let you do that--”

“I heard you, I heard you! You don’t have to say it again,” Denmark insisted, squirming a bit as her face turned all the redder. Netherlands smiled, despite the pink tinting her own cheeks, and moved up to kiss Denmark on the lips.

“You’re cute.”

“Well, so are you,” Denmark replied, pursing her lip a bit.

More words bubbled up inside Netherlands, but she wasn’t sure if she even understood them herself yet.

So instead she nibbled on Denmark’s ears and told her all the terrible pranks that they could use the double-headed dildo for.

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Author notes:
Picture mentioned by the mentioned artist is here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:%C3%89douard-Henri_Avril_(27).jpg

You can read more about the artist here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%89douard-Henri_Avril

To learn about double-headed dildos:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Double_penetration_dildo

Strapons are mentioned, so if you're curious, go here to learn more:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strap-on_dildo