[Hetalia] America/Belarus - Skin
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: America/Belarus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: America considers how lucky he is to have a woman like Belarus. Domestic porn.
She was beautiful. He couldn't help it, he really couldn't; every time he set his eyes on her, it was like his brain lost some of its ability to function. Sometimes he still wondered how he had ever managed to bag her after all the times he had messed up and stuck his foot in his mouth by saying something utterly stupid. She told him it was just part of his ongoing charm.
America just thanked his luck every day that Belarus was still with him.
Now, as he watched her working silently but contentedly in his kitchen (she refused to let him and his decidedly clumsy hands anywhere near the stove), preparing them both something undoubtedly tasty for breakfast, he couldn't help admire his... girlfriend? Lover? America would have made her his wife it wouldn't have been so complicated for two nations to marry. Either way, he sipped his coffee happily as he drank in the sight of his woman doing what she did best; teasing him with that goddamn perfect body of hers.
Even as he eyed up the curve of her legs, long and lean and ending in delightfully pert buttocks that were barely covered by the long button-up shirt of his she wore, he could feel himself harden in the loose fabric of his pajamas. Just the thought of his hands on her hips, thumbs brushing lightly over her exposed hip bones as he pressed against her from behind was enough to have him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His own imagination eventually worked him into enough of a frenzy that he stood up, stepping up behind Belarus and slipping his arms around her waist. She made no acknowledgement of his presence, no indication that she could feel his hard, throbbing length pressed up against her with only two thin layers of cloth between them, but America could feel the way her pulse quickened as he sucked lightly on her neck.
"What are you doing?"
She was no nonsense, even when he was breathing heavily in her ear, her skin prickling in anticipation and lust. Oh how he loved the way she always seemed to want him.
"Natalia." He breathed, soft and hoarse, and Belarus shivered a little, whether from the sound of her name or the touch of his fingertips against the skin of her stomach as his hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "You know I love you, Natalia."
This time, Belarus gave a perceptible twitch as America nipped at her ear, at the same time as bringing one of his hands up to caress her breast.
She writhed a little in his arms as he continued his teasing. "Alfred." She breathed, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck. Oh, she was going to play too, was she? America smirked, pressing a kiss against her pulse before spinning her in his arms and capturing her lips in a passionate embrace.
As he'd expected, she melted a little in his grip, one arm draping loosely around his neck, the other tracing its way down his unclothed chest. While he continued his ministrations of her breasts, enjoy the feel of skin on skin contact, Belarus wasted no time in dipping her hand under the waistband of his lounge pants, brushing her fingertips teasingly along his length. America growled, nipping at her ear again and earning himself a breathy sigh.
She was such a sadist, teasing him endlessly with light caresses but never giving in and touching him fully. Only when it seemed like he would explode if she didn't touch him properly did Belarus finally take him in hand, giving his rock-hard erection a few swift pumps before reaching down to tug at his balls. America groaned deep in his throat, pulling her tightly towards him and smashing his lips against hers. She knew he both loved and hated it when she led him on like that, but both of them could play like that.
Lips still locked, he used the brief moment he'd caught her off guard to sweep his arms under her, lifting her off the floor with only a slight squeak of protest. She adapted quickly, wrapping her legs around his torso, hands working themselves into his hair, and America was briefly grateful that he knew his way back to the bedroom without needing to see, because suddenly all he could see and smell and feel was Belarus' body against his.
Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, matching the rhythm of his as though they were trying to leap out and become one. Their breaths were mingling too, fast and shallow, too busy caressing each other's mouths with their tongues to remember how to breathe properly. Her long, pale hair brushed against the skin of his chest, long-since fallen from the loose tie she had used to pull it back, but neither cared that their vision was blocked by a curtain of blonde.
America's hands were gripped tightly on her buttocks, threatening to slip from the smooth satin-like material. He didn't have to hold out long though, foot kicking open the bedroom door without needing to pull away from the current passionate kiss they were engaged in, and he took the three steps to the bed without even counting. They broke apart for the brief moment it took for him to lay her down on the already rumpled bed and then crawl between her invitingly spread legs before they were once again a tangle of limbs.
He didn't know when his glasses were pulled from his face, Belarus complaining of the cold metal digging into her nose, or when her silk panties were removed and she was finally laying before him in all her glory, clad only in one of his cotton suit shirts, buttons undone and fabric laying limply at her sides. He didn't waste any more time admiring her, too overcome with lust to properly take in the sight before him.
His lips were on hers again before he could even think, her lithe fingers joining his as they tugged down his pants, and both of them let out sighs of relief as he finally pressed against her without any barriers. America allowed his hands to wander, tracing circles from Belarus' breasts to her hips, one hand travelling further to her thigh. Belarus moaned into his mouth as his fingers pressed into her, caressing the smooth walls that surrounded his digits as she bucked involuntarily beneath him.
Wanting to hear more of those delicious sounds, America's lips moved from Belarus' mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking his way down to one of her breasts, his other hand already teasing the other breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers between squeezes. He licked lightly at the already hardened bud beneath his mouth, capturing it between his lips and sucking lightly. Belarus threw her head back, eyelids fluttered shut in pleasure as she mumbled incoherent words that switched languages with every press of America's fingers.
She didn't even need to speak for him to know when she wanted more, pressing a third finger into her and pushing harder and deeper than before. This time, a keening moan spilled from between her swollen lips, and America smirked around the nipple in his mouth. She was panting by now, leg twitching a little against his arm as she tried desperately to get him to press deeper, and he very nearly gave in to her silent demands. But that would be too easy, and America liked to tease just as much as Belarus did.
He continued working his fingers in and out of her, relishing in the warmth that surrounded them and trying not to think about how that warmth would feel around his cock. He groaned low and long, nipping gently at the skin of her breast, and Belarus let out a yelp of pleasure, nails scraping at the skin of his back as she arched into him.
"Alfred, please."
Another moan tore itself from his mouth, and he moved up to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. When they broke apart, she was gazing at him with lust-clouded eyes, and he was glad he was already laying down as she spoke again, because his knees quivered and his stomach tightened with want.
"Please, Alfred, I want you in me. In me now."
Breath hitching in excitement, America gave a jilted nod, removing his fingers and tugging at his cock briefly before lining himself up and pushing in. They moaned in unison as he slid all the way in, hands lifting up her buttocks in order to help slide further. Belarus gave a little futile push of her hips downwards and he took that as his signal to move, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained before pushing all the way back in. Slow and deep, he continued to move inside her, refusing to speed up despite her keening moans of protest and the light scratching of her nails against his back.
He continued his thrusting until both of them were panting and sweaty and teetering on the edge, one hand still supporting her buttocks, the other manipulating her breasts. It was Belarus who came first, letting out a loud cry of pleasure as America dropped his hand to her hip and brushed against her clitoris. She spasmed around him, legs tightening around his waist and pulling him further in for a final few thrusts before he too came, thrusting jerkily inside her as she clenched involuntarily.
He pulled out, pressing a chaste kiss to her flushed forehead as he stood up, pleased that his legs weren't too shaky. Then, grabbing the nearest clothes he could find, he slid into them still sticky and still damp, before sending her a killer grin as he made his way out of the room.
"Shall I finish off breakfast, or are you going to stop being lazy and finish things off yourself?"
Belarus huffed in annoyance, scrambling a little as she tried to untangle her shaking limbs from the sticky bed covers and race after him.
"Alfred! You get back here right now!"
"So what? We can have a second round?" He appeared behind her suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and pressing into her suggestively, and she moaned involuntarily as her body tingled in anticipation. And then he was gone again, heading towards the kitchen with a lingering laugh that had her screeching with indignity and chasing after him again, determined to get her own back.
FIN.
Pairing: America/Belarus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: America considers how lucky he is to have a woman like Belarus. Domestic porn.
She was beautiful. He couldn't help it, he really couldn't; every time he set his eyes on her, it was like his brain lost some of its ability to function. Sometimes he still wondered how he had ever managed to bag her after all the times he had messed up and stuck his foot in his mouth by saying something utterly stupid. She told him it was just part of his ongoing charm.
America just thanked his luck every day that Belarus was still with him.
Now, as he watched her working silently but contentedly in his kitchen (she refused to let him and his decidedly clumsy hands anywhere near the stove), preparing them both something undoubtedly tasty for breakfast, he couldn't help admire his... girlfriend? Lover? America would have made her his wife it wouldn't have been so complicated for two nations to marry. Either way, he sipped his coffee happily as he drank in the sight of his woman doing what she did best; teasing him with that goddamn perfect body of hers.
Even as he eyed up the curve of her legs, long and lean and ending in delightfully pert buttocks that were barely covered by the long button-up shirt of his she wore, he could feel himself harden in the loose fabric of his pajamas. Just the thought of his hands on her hips, thumbs brushing lightly over her exposed hip bones as he pressed against her from behind was enough to have him shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His own imagination eventually worked him into enough of a frenzy that he stood up, stepping up behind Belarus and slipping his arms around her waist. She made no acknowledgement of his presence, no indication that she could feel his hard, throbbing length pressed up against her with only two thin layers of cloth between them, but America could feel the way her pulse quickened as he sucked lightly on her neck.
"What are you doing?"
She was no nonsense, even when he was breathing heavily in her ear, her skin prickling in anticipation and lust. Oh how he loved the way she always seemed to want him.
"Natalia." He breathed, soft and hoarse, and Belarus shivered a little, whether from the sound of her name or the touch of his fingertips against the skin of her stomach as his hands slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "You know I love you, Natalia."
This time, Belarus gave a perceptible twitch as America nipped at her ear, at the same time as bringing one of his hands up to caress her breast.
She writhed a little in his arms as he continued his teasing. "Alfred." She breathed, tilting her head back to expose more of her neck. Oh, she was going to play too, was she? America smirked, pressing a kiss against her pulse before spinning her in his arms and capturing her lips in a passionate embrace.
As he'd expected, she melted a little in his grip, one arm draping loosely around his neck, the other tracing its way down his unclothed chest. While he continued his ministrations of her breasts, enjoy the feel of skin on skin contact, Belarus wasted no time in dipping her hand under the waistband of his lounge pants, brushing her fingertips teasingly along his length. America growled, nipping at her ear again and earning himself a breathy sigh.
She was such a sadist, teasing him endlessly with light caresses but never giving in and touching him fully. Only when it seemed like he would explode if she didn't touch him properly did Belarus finally take him in hand, giving his rock-hard erection a few swift pumps before reaching down to tug at his balls. America groaned deep in his throat, pulling her tightly towards him and smashing his lips against hers. She knew he both loved and hated it when she led him on like that, but both of them could play like that.
Lips still locked, he used the brief moment he'd caught her off guard to sweep his arms under her, lifting her off the floor with only a slight squeak of protest. She adapted quickly, wrapping her legs around his torso, hands working themselves into his hair, and America was briefly grateful that he knew his way back to the bedroom without needing to see, because suddenly all he could see and smell and feel was Belarus' body against his.
Her heart was pounding hard in her chest, matching the rhythm of his as though they were trying to leap out and become one. Their breaths were mingling too, fast and shallow, too busy caressing each other's mouths with their tongues to remember how to breathe properly. Her long, pale hair brushed against the skin of his chest, long-since fallen from the loose tie she had used to pull it back, but neither cared that their vision was blocked by a curtain of blonde.
America's hands were gripped tightly on her buttocks, threatening to slip from the smooth satin-like material. He didn't have to hold out long though, foot kicking open the bedroom door without needing to pull away from the current passionate kiss they were engaged in, and he took the three steps to the bed without even counting. They broke apart for the brief moment it took for him to lay her down on the already rumpled bed and then crawl between her invitingly spread legs before they were once again a tangle of limbs.
He didn't know when his glasses were pulled from his face, Belarus complaining of the cold metal digging into her nose, or when her silk panties were removed and she was finally laying before him in all her glory, clad only in one of his cotton suit shirts, buttons undone and fabric laying limply at her sides. He didn't waste any more time admiring her, too overcome with lust to properly take in the sight before him.
His lips were on hers again before he could even think, her lithe fingers joining his as they tugged down his pants, and both of them let out sighs of relief as he finally pressed against her without any barriers. America allowed his hands to wander, tracing circles from Belarus' breasts to her hips, one hand travelling further to her thigh. Belarus moaned into his mouth as his fingers pressed into her, caressing the smooth walls that surrounded his digits as she bucked involuntarily beneath him.
Wanting to hear more of those delicious sounds, America's lips moved from Belarus' mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking his way down to one of her breasts, his other hand already teasing the other breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers between squeezes. He licked lightly at the already hardened bud beneath his mouth, capturing it between his lips and sucking lightly. Belarus threw her head back, eyelids fluttered shut in pleasure as she mumbled incoherent words that switched languages with every press of America's fingers.
She didn't even need to speak for him to know when she wanted more, pressing a third finger into her and pushing harder and deeper than before. This time, a keening moan spilled from between her swollen lips, and America smirked around the nipple in his mouth. She was panting by now, leg twitching a little against his arm as she tried desperately to get him to press deeper, and he very nearly gave in to her silent demands. But that would be too easy, and America liked to tease just as much as Belarus did.
He continued working his fingers in and out of her, relishing in the warmth that surrounded them and trying not to think about how that warmth would feel around his cock. He groaned low and long, nipping gently at the skin of her breast, and Belarus let out a yelp of pleasure, nails scraping at the skin of his back as she arched into him.
"Alfred, please."
Another moan tore itself from his mouth, and he moved up to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. When they broke apart, she was gazing at him with lust-clouded eyes, and he was glad he was already laying down as she spoke again, because his knees quivered and his stomach tightened with want.
"Please, Alfred, I want you in me. In me now."
Breath hitching in excitement, America gave a jilted nod, removing his fingers and tugging at his cock briefly before lining himself up and pushing in. They moaned in unison as he slid all the way in, hands lifting up her buttocks in order to help slide further. Belarus gave a little futile push of her hips downwards and he took that as his signal to move, pulling out until only the head of his cock remained before pushing all the way back in. Slow and deep, he continued to move inside her, refusing to speed up despite her keening moans of protest and the light scratching of her nails against his back.
He continued his thrusting until both of them were panting and sweaty and teetering on the edge, one hand still supporting her buttocks, the other manipulating her breasts. It was Belarus who came first, letting out a loud cry of pleasure as America dropped his hand to her hip and brushed against her clitoris. She spasmed around him, legs tightening around his waist and pulling him further in for a final few thrusts before he too came, thrusting jerkily inside her as she clenched involuntarily.
He pulled out, pressing a chaste kiss to her flushed forehead as he stood up, pleased that his legs weren't too shaky. Then, grabbing the nearest clothes he could find, he slid into them still sticky and still damp, before sending her a killer grin as he made his way out of the room.
"Shall I finish off breakfast, or are you going to stop being lazy and finish things off yourself?"
Belarus huffed in annoyance, scrambling a little as she tried to untangle her shaking limbs from the sticky bed covers and race after him.
"Alfred! You get back here right now!"
"So what? We can have a second round?" He appeared behind her suddenly, wrapping his arms around her and pressing into her suggestively, and she moaned involuntarily as her body tingled in anticipation. And then he was gone again, heading towards the kitchen with a lingering laugh that had her screeching with indignity and chasing after him again, determined to get her own back.
FIN.