So due to a little bit of writer's block. (This is why I don't have chapter 5 of this war and your grace out) I figured I would write a sex scene about America and England. This is inspired by the song Miserable by Lit, check it out and enjoy this one-shot from England's POV
p.s. its angst not romance, but I will still put romance because it technically is sex. There really is no romance at all in this story.
"You make me cum… You make me complete… You make me completely miserable."
"America… Make me cum." I pant, unheedingly into the stronger blonde's chest.
He just smirks and thrusts into me harder.
I arch my back and take in his sent.
He smells like sex: a mixture of heavy heated lust and sweat.
It's intoxicating.
So intoxicating that I can't even think straight as my mind becomes clouded with pleasure.
I'm dying.
He keeps thrusting at a rapid pace, fucking the life out of my body.
His thrusts are fueled by carnage and lust, not passion and love.
I can't take much more of this.
I'm losing myself to him again.
Him: a young boy turned wicked by the past we share, now sadistic and controlling.
This twisted boy is the one who stole my heart. I always feel so terrible when we start something like this.
But I'm addicted to him.
He's only using me.
But after we get into it, I submit to him, giving up my body and mind briefly.
He makes me feel whole.
'America, You make me complete,'
Are the words I wish to scream out, but all I can manage to do is moan wantonly like a drugged-up whore.
Incapable of speech, though I haven't much I can say.
America does not share my feelings, so there is no point in facing disappointment and mockery.
I only writhe on the bed, my slender body moving uncontrollably under him.
His smirk grows wider and I grow smaller.
He brings me down to size.
Me, England: One of the most powerful countries in the world.
He treats me like a toy.
Touching my body with his cruel hands and deciding my fate.
He doesn't like it when I take initiative.
He wants to be in control.
I'm close to cumming as America rubs in between my legs.
He won't be happy if I don't cum before him, and I can tell he's close by his erratic thrusting.
Leaning my head back I think of America in me, kissing me, telling me he loves me.
And it's too much.
I cum into his hand, moaning his name wantonly.
"Oh wow, so much today."
America smirks and keeps thrusting.
"Your body is so needy England. Have you become such a whore, that you cum just from a little touching?"
I feel my throat tighten at this comment.
He is usually very harsh.
I should be used to it by now, but every time he says things like this my heart aches.
I can feel the tears well in my eyes.
I won't cry.
America finally cums in me and I clench around him.
I can feel his hot seed inside me as he pulls out and lies down next to me.
I long to wrap my arms around him, but by the time I turn onto my side to see him he's already grabbing his pants so he can get dressed.
"Good bye England."
Still lying, I watch as he dresses himself and walks out of the room with out saying another word to me.
I break.
The tears come streaming down my face.
I feel dirty now that I'm alone.
There is no afterglow to bask in when America and I are finished, only the dead silence and guilt I feel when I'm alone.
Curling into the fetal position I pull a blanket over myself and bury my tear stained face into my pillow.
'America, you make me completely miserable.'
Well that's it folks. It's mostly angst as America fucks England. I hope to read lots of reviews because I just love them so much. I really like both these two guys so don't think I'm just hating on USUK because I luvs both those guys. I've just been in a bitter mood lately I guess.