3m83r here! It's that time of year again, and what better to celebrate it than with a collection of fanfics I've written up during the school semester? (*^^)v
This is a Christmas gift for my girlfriend, NellieEllie, who's been an amazing girlfriend, as well as all of you!
I hope that you enjoy the fanfics in this collection, and please remember to rate and review! (=^・^=)
Prompt: Japan catches America in the act of taking care of "Florida."
"Oh… Oh god, Japan… You're so… so tight…"
Japan hadn't meant to stay and listen to his husband do… sexual things alone while he was (presumably) out of earshot. He was only there to remind America that it was his turn to take out the trash today. He just didn't expect to come upon anything like this.
"Hah… You like that, huh, Japan…?"
He would never admit this to America out loud, but he sounded so… so damn sexy when he growled in that low tone he always had during sex. He couldn't help but ghost his finger over the growing bulge in his pants as he listened intently to America's seductive words.
But he couldn't allow himself to be swayed that easily. He'd just wait for America to be done, and that was that, right?
If he could be honest, it was a bit… annoying to listen to America have fun without him, as ashamed as he would be to admit this. America should only be moaning for him.
He threw open the door to the bedroom and was met with the squeak of a flustered America staring at him with his lower regions covered messily by the bedsheets.
"Wha-Wha-What are you doing, Japan?!" America squealed, his face tomato red and his eyes the size of an ornament.
"Oh, nothing at all, America-san," Japan teased, with one side of his lips curled into a smirk. He eyed the unusual sight of the American as a deer caught in the headlights carefully.
"You seem to be having fun without me, America-san," Japan said matter-of-factly, "Why is that?"
"Uh, uh, I, uh," America stuttered hurriedly, trying to come up with some logical excuse that Japan would believe. In the end, he had to tell him the truth.
"I was thinking some dirty thoughts about you and I couldn't help myself!" America shrieked, his words almost incoherent from the hurried speed of his voice.
Japan blushed a bit at this, but he decided to tease his husband a little more.
"What kind of thoughts, America-san~?" he cooed, a small mischievous smile gracing his lips.
"U-Uh…"
Japan waited patiently, allowing his silence to threaten America to speak up quickly.
"You… Uh… You were in this… really kinky maid outfit," America started, "Like, the skirt was way too high! It almost showed some really nice parts, if you catch my drift~"
Japan's blush deepened at this.
"Oh, oh, and then you bent down and it was heaven…" America added dreamily, "You weren't wearing underwear, aha~"
America started to drool a bit, while Japan was trying to rid himself of his embarrassment. It was then did Japan take an even closer look at America that he noticed a growing bulge protruding from the bedsheets.
America realized this as well, and quickly covered the bulge with his hands, but not fast enough.
"...I came up to remind you that today was your day to take the trash out, but I think I will do it today…" Japan said, remembering what he was going to do, "...I will leave you to your… mm… duties."
He turned to leave the room, until America cried out, "Wait! Japan!"
Japan turned back around to face America.
"Hai, America-san?"
America toyed with his fingers as he tried to answer Japan.
"I… uh… I… I-I want you to take care of it for me!" he requested hesitantly.
Japan blushed once again.
"I… a-ano…"
Japan could not find the words to address America's request. But as a loyal husband, Japan couldn't refuse him.
"...Of course…" he murmured. He climbed onto the bed as America pulled the bedsheets off of his throbbing member. Japan clicked his tongue as he eyed it.
"I will have to wash these sheets after this…" he muttered quietly to himself as he got on his knees. He took America's member in his hands and stroked it slowly. America groaned softly, watching Japan work his magic.
Japan licked the tip playfully, eliciting a short gasp from America. He smiled and started to swirl his tongue around it. America took deep breaths, taking in the sensations Japan was giving him.
"Damn, Japan…" he muttered, gripping onto the bedsheets, "How are you… ah… so good at this…?"
Japan smiled all-knowingly, a smile that told America that his secret would never be told.
America chuckled, but lost the chuckle to a guttural moan when Japan lowered his mouth onto his member. America moaned, tangling his hand in Japan's raven black hair as Japan bobbed his head up and down. The warmth on his member almost made him want to cum immediately, but he knew that he should try to hold out just a bit longer.
"Fuck… Fuck, Japan…" he groaned.
America was on the brink of losing himself just from the sight of Japan sucking him off.
Japan was bobbing his head and sucking harder, bringing America even closer to his climax. The pleasure was hurting him in the most desirable way. He couldn't stand it, but he loved it.
"I'm close.. Japan…" His voice grew almost whispery, losing most of his American flair. Japan hummed, creating a warm vibration that sent America over the edge.
"Fuck!" America yelled, feeling the pressure in his lower regions evaporate as he came into Japan's mouth. Japan swallowed it all hungrily, releasing America's slowly softening member with a small pop.
America panted, petting Japan's hair gently. Japan sighed contently, crawling up to America and pressing themselves together. America could hear Japan's heart beating in time with his as if they had become one. The way Japan was looking up at him made his member slowly grow hard again. Japan seemed to notice this and grinded back against it, eliciting a shaky moan from America.
"Oh my… You desire me that much?" Japan teased, faintly trailing a finger under America's chin. America gulped nervously. He hated when Japan toyed with him during times of love, but he absolutely loved it when his husband proved his dominance.
Japan leaned back and arched his back dramatically, trailing his hands down his shirt and pulling it off slowly, tossing it away and revealing his well-toned pale chest. America shared the wise smirk on Japan's face and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
It seemed he wouldn't have to take the trash out today after all.
The prompt was made by NellieEllie. I only wrote it out.
I hope you enjoyed the fanfic! ೭੧(❛▿❛✿)੭೨
