Friends with Benefits
AKA
Fuck Buddies
DeiDeiArtistic: Reposted, a note from me at the bottom. There's no plot to this, it's just smut. :P Also, this was a first try with smut— I think. Whatever, enjoy the story, or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Claimer: I own the plot of this story.
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WARNINGS
Human AU
Smut
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Sitting on Arthur's bed, Alfred played around with Arthur's green bunny plush. If he remembered right, it was some magical animal character from some old British cartoon Arthur had grown up watching. Thinking back, Alfred was pretty sure Arthur called it Flying Mint Bunny. How generically obvious given that it was a pastel green plush bunny with wings. Moving to lay down on Arthur's bed, Alfred continued to play with the bunny as he waited for Arthur to come back.
Arthur, after telling him to stay in his room, was checking around his house and making sure that everyone was actually gone. Before Alfred had even came over to his house, Arthur stressed he did not want a repeat of what happened last time, but how was Alfred at fault for Peter nearly walking in on Arthur blowing Alfred? Speaking of the devil though, as Alfred tossed the old toy in the air, he nearly rolled off the bed in surprise when Arthur came in and snapped at him for touching the toy.
"Sorry, sorry. Just passing the time." Alfred apologized, placing the winged bunny to the side.
"Whatever. Just don't do that again," Arthur muttered, closing his door. "Last thing I need is for him to get caught in the fan— again."
"Okay, that was one time! One time!" Alfred huffed, defending himself.
"I had to sew back his wings you pillock! Mint is nearly as old as me! Toys get fragile you know!"
Alfred puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms. You do one thing and the guy still holds it over your head…
"Fine, whatever." Alfred huffed, turning his head away from Arthur. However, his head was forcefully brought back to look at Arthur.
"Stop being so cheeky." Arthur chided, holding Alfred's chin firmly. Alfred's only answer was to stick out his tongue at Arthur, however said Brit rolled back his eyes in response. Sometimes Alfred just made things too easy to do. He leaned forward and captured Alfred's mouth between his lips, sucking on the Alfred's tongue upon instinct. Alfred grunted in shock as Arthur pushed him down onto the bed with ease as he snaked his into Alfred's mouth.
As soon as his back was flat against the duvet, Alfred wrapped his arms up around Arthur as Arthur himself climbed over Alfred with his legs on either side of him. With his grip on Alfred's jaw loosening, Arthur softened his kiss as it grew less hot and needy and more intimate as he lost himself to kissing Alfred more tenderly than usual… It was a bit concerning with how Alfred was taking to it as well since he did nothing to re-engage in their earlier heated make-out session. This would have to change since it brought up questions Arthur was ready to ask or answer.
Removing his hand from Alfred's chin, Arthur drifted it down to cup Alfred's clothed cock. He could tell that Alfred was getting somewhat hard as the definition of his shaft was beginning to show against his jeans. Tracing his fingers along Alfred's cock, Arthur pressed his finger tips here and there, his senses keening on the subtle sway of Alfred's hips before finally squeezing it and earning a noticeable buck and groan on Alfred's behalf. Pressing his hand flat against Alfred's cock, Arthur proceeded to palm the American teen, though took it upon himself to take it slow to tease his friend.
With that in store, it didn't take long for Alfred to break his kiss with Arthur with a gasp. He could feel Arthur's hand probing and palming him below so much his ass was pretty much hanging off the bed in sake of that hand. Basking in oxytocin, Alfred rolled back his head and groaned softly from the sudden pleasure. If Arthur kept rubbing him that way, he was going to get hard— of course that was what Arthur was aiming for in the first place, not unless Alfred could help it at least. Not that he didn't mind the pleasure, but having a hard-on in jeans wasn't exactly comfortable.
"Fuck— Arthur." Alfred grunted, ducking his head down as he bucked his hips towards the glorious friction. Digging his fingers into the fabric of Arthur's shirt, Alfred clenched and pulled at the material as he arched himself off the bed. Alfred shivered as he felt Arthur lean down to nip and lick at his outer ear. Holding into Arthur tightly, Alfred's breath hitched when Arthur flick his tongue below Alfred's earlobe and gave him a particularly hard squeeze to his blossoming erection.
"Don't do that," Arthur hissed. "You'll wrinkle up my shirt."
"Then take it off." Alfred quickly groaned, already pulling up Arthur's shirt in a hasty, uncoordinated manner.
Arthur sighed and pushed Alfred off him. As Alfred flopped back to the bed with a huff, Arthur pulled back and took the ends of his collar and pulled it over his head. The moment Arthur tossed the shirt aside, he was grabbed by the neck by Alfred and once again their lips collide in a rough match of nicking lips, clacking teeth, and sucking tongues. This was much better than before.
Trailing his hands across Arthur's torso, Alfred flicked Arthur's nipples with his thumbs and the Briton growled in response, causing Alfred to laugh into their kiss. Arthur was not amused, and thus bit the American's bottom lip harsher than before. Alfred whined sharply in both annoyance and shock, but Arthur couldn't care less as he rolled his hips against Alfred's, turning that whine into another lewd moan muffled between their lips.
When they were minutes long into their kiss, Arthur's lungs were tut as they began to flare and burn, desperate for air. Pulling back, Alfred was breathing deeply as Arthur was, slightly hazy whilst panting to regain what oxygen they lost in their brains. A line of saliva was what connected him with Alfred and Alfred propped himself up onto his elbows to lap up the wet trail and chastely peck Arthur's lips. Arthur would have made a disgusted face, but he was feeling particularly content with this and kissed back instead, however all thoughts were lost in a gasp when Alfred suddenly forced him onto his back.
Regaining his breath quickly, Arthur leered and frowned at Alfred. "I thought we agreed that I would be topping today."
"We did, I just wanna try something." Alfred assured as he crawled back to straddle Arthur's hips.
"Like what?" Arthur asked, getting up onto his elbows and peering down at Alfred as the American began to pull down his zipper.
"I dunno, kinda thought about riding you." Alfred mused, a small smile on his lips as he slipped his hand into Arthur's trousers and coaxing the English teen's dick through the his boxers.
Said English teen's face had reddened from being fondled and he tossed back his head, a faint moan escaping his lips as he allowed the other to continue on with the action. "O-Okay." He grunted, enjoying Alfred's touch to his groin and his cock twitching anxiously at hand.
As he lost himself to Alfred groping and sizing up his dick, Arthur's cock was now fully erect and exposed to the sunlit world. As it rose up from its confinement, Arthur gasped when he felt a wet warmth glide across the head of his cock. "Gah— I thought you— said you were going to ride me."
"I am, I just couldn't resist to not do this. You get so ruffled up by it." Alfred chuckled, licking along Arthur's dick.
"Ah-As if you don't!" Arthur inhaled sharply, running his hands through Alfred's hair as the other continued with his teasing.
Though before long, Alfred finally engulfed Arthur's cock into his mouth and slowly set up a pace as he bobbed his head up and down. It wasn't the first time he sucked off Arthur, however it was just some of the few times he's done so. He had nothing against blow jobs, he was somewhat fine with salty and bitter things (especifically the peculiar taste of cum), he just didn't do it so often for whatever reason— probably so he and Arthur could get to fucking (probably most likely).
He coiled his tongue around the aroused member, prodding it which way forth and enticing breathy groans from his friend (friends-with-benefits? Experimental fuck buddies?). He felt the corners of his mouth twitch as well as his own cock; the accented moans always sent a spark of delight that would course through his whole body. Only he could make Arthur cry out like that (or so he hoped).
So Alfred continued to assault Arthur's cock with his tongue, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around Arthur's cock. Vibrations traveled upward and once again a long groan left Arthur's lips despite his efforts to conceal them. Alfred chuckled and gave a hard suck to the pulsing cock and moaned once more as he slid the member from his mouth, though mindful of his teeth. He licked away the precum and saliva from the base-to-head of Arthur's cock, enjoying his time teasing the other and having a sense of control over Arthur's pleasure.
Arthur arched his back up and covered up a moan as he felt Alfred warm tongue trail across his dick. The hot, moist air ghosting his cock from Alfred's pants and the treatment he was receiving was driving him mad but all-in-all it felt so wonderful. Alfred's tongue kept running along side his cock, testing and toying with it as he would push against it or lick across the slit.
Clutching the sheets below him, Arthur gasped when he felt Alfred's hand stroke his cock whereas his mouth began to busy itself with Arthur's sack. Good golly gracious Alfred was tea-bagging him. If Alfred kept up with that any longer Arthur would be cumming in no time. Though, before he had the chance to warn Alfred about his nearing climax, Alfred released Arthur's from his mouth with a wet POP and Arthur was left on his bed writhing. Wiping his mouth, Alfred smiled smugly. "Like that?" He asked, knowing the obvious.
"Fuck you, you tosser." Arthur panted, wiping away the sweat from his brow as he sent Alfred an agitated look.
Alfred hummed in reply, ignoring Arthur as he sat up on his knees to unzip his pants and wiggled out of them. Kicking his pants to the side, Alfred repeated the same with his boxers to expose his erect cock, even swaying his hips jokingly to taunt Arthur. Leaning over the flustered Brit, Alfred pulled up a drawer and shuffled around for a condom and lube in Arthur's side-table and hummed in satisfaction when he located the needed (and most lovely) materials.
Flicking the condom and waving it in Arthur's face, Alfred readjusted himself on Arthur's lap and tore open the package, tossing aside the garbage with a flick of the wrist. Pulling out the wet item, Alfred stretched out the slippery band with his thumb and forefinger and grabbed Arthur's cock with his other hand. Quickly fondling Arthur's cock with a light squeeze or two (earning disgruntled groans from Arthur), Alfred slipped the condom over the tip and rolled it down and then tested it to make sure that it wasn't faulty. Satisfied, Alfred grabbed the lube and squirted a decent amount into his hand.
Warming up the lubricant, Alfred coated his fingers with it and lowered his hand to circle a finger around his puckered anus, teasing himself before pushing in a slicked finger. Groaning, Alfred continued his to-and-fro motion as he started stretching himself. It didn't necessarily hurt so to speak, but it wasn't comfortable either— just odd. By now, the only pain he actually felt was the usual burning one, no longer the pain of being stretched for the first time (that pain was insufferable— though he did forgive Arthur in the end).
Alfred continued to wiggle and pump his finger in him until he felt ready for the next finger and soon poked another finger into him, his face contorting slightly as he did so. There was a slightly pressure and resistance from his body, but it wasn't unbearable and something he expected and he waited it out until the resistance ceased and he continued to scissor inside himself. Moaning softly, Alfred bent down and buried his face into the crook of Arthur's neck and ran his free hand through Arthur's sweat-slicked hair. Arthur himself was drinking in the sight of Alfred stretching himself and listening in to hear those lovely moans that the American let out.
'So beautiful…' Arthur thought as he looked at his friend panting heavily, his warm breath ghosting over Arthur's throat at a erratic beat.
As Alfred continued to pump and scissor through his tight hole, Arthur grabbed Alfred's neglected dick and pressed his own against it. With their girths pressed together, Arthur could feel the heat pulsing through them and begin to stroking them both, enticing moans from Alfred and himself as his other hand placed itself on Alfred's lower back.
"Fuck—Arthur!" Alfred muttered against Arthur's neck as he shoved his next finger into him, flexing and curling his fingers as well as pumping faster into himself. The burning sensation had dwindled down (it was still there, but it no longer bothered him) and all he could focus was the pleasure both he and Arthur were bringing upon himself.
From being stroked and feeling Arthur's dick to thrusting his fingers inside him, stretching them around to locate that wonderful spot, Alfred let out a wanton cry as his fingers brushed against his prostate. Aiming for that spot again, Alfred continued to thrust his fingers until he cried out again, though not by pleasure but from pain.
"Stop that other wise you'll cum." Arthur grunted, releasing Alfred's cock from his tight hold. Alfred sighed in relief and nodded lamely.
"Okay." He whimpered out, still feeling flustered from having hit his prostate. "I— I think I'm ready now." He flushed, sliding out his fingers and pulling back slowly.
"Do you think, or are you?" Arthur asked, taking in a deep breath of air. The last thing he needed was Alfred complaining of how much his arse hurt the next day.
"Yeah," Alfred muttered back as he position himself to tease his entrance with Arthur's cock. Steadily, Alfred eased himself down onto Arthur's erection and bite back a moan and a grimace as he felt himself stretch to Arthur's size.
Arthur groaned as he edged further into Alfred's heat, a wave of pleasure passing through him. Though, when he felt Alfred tense around him, he let out a disgruntled groan. "I told you—"
"No, no! It's— I'm okay." Alfred huffed, staying still for a moment to adjust to the new size that now penetrated him. Alfred's fingers weren't much of a match to Arthur's dick, or much of a comparison to start with. And maybe he should have waited a little more, but he wanted Arthur now.
When Alfred was able to catch his breath, he started up slowly, so as not to slip off, and came back down to repeat the same process atop of Arthur's dick. After a moment or two, Alfred soon found a rhythm to move to and Arthur quickly caught onto it.
Rolling his hips against Arthur's pelvis, Alfred planted his hands on Arthur's shoulders and Arthur shifted his hands so that they now gripped Alfred's hips instead of his cock. Tossing back his head, Alfred let out lewd hums of delight as he thrust down onto Arthur and felling Arthur buck up to meet him.
He loved the feeling of having Arthur in him— it felt right. The burning pressure that gradually turned into a satisfying buzz. The sound of skin on skin. The heavenly moans that were lured out by such sinfully delightful acts, plus it was their secret. However, he also liked the thought of having Arthur in him. A proximity so closely intimate yet he still wanted more, so much more (was that even possible?).
As time passed though, Alfred's pace was picking up as well as Arthur's timing to meet up with Alfred. The bed would move under them, however it only shook and squeaked beneath them. Skin glistened with sweat and shirt stained from said sweat, Alfred groaned and his cock twitched and precum spluttered from the excitement building within him every now and then. It wouldn't be longer for him to come, he could feel the pressure building inside him and his balls contracting, but until then he savored his moments.
Alfred lowered his hand to grip his thriving erection and began to stroke himself to the beat of his movements, with each rock of his hips, he'd crash down onto Arthur's dick and a gruff moan would leave his lips as well as Arthur's. Arthur on the other hand was by far enjoying the show Alfred was giving him. It was sexy, alluring, and downright amazing. Alfred's body was slicked with sweat (as was his own) and he was not at all bashful of hiding his moans. Alfred loved to be loud. Throughout the entire ride, Alfred wore a lust-coated dazed face, one that Arthur often found himself dreaming about. Although he wouldn't admit it aloud, he did desire Alfred more than he had wanted to, not solely on the American's body.
Breathing sharply through his nose, the Brit rocked his hips to match Alfred's own sent shock waves of sensual satisfaction up his body. His hold on Alfred's hips were tight, tight enough that he was almost digging into Alfred's skin (just as Alfred's nails digging into his shoulders), and during a particular thrust, Alfred cried out in ecstasy as the head of Arthur's dick struck his prostate. Oh both were almost near their climax, however they wanted to hold that off as long as they could as they were too desperate to carry on.
Panting and so desperate for Arthur to hit the delicious spot, Alfred's hold on Arthur tighten and he gritted his teeth from the sexual frustration he felt as he thrust down to meet Arthur once and another more. Alfred rammed his ass against the Arthur's pelvis and let out a throaty moan when his prostate was struck again. If anything, this was Alfred's favourite part when it came to bottoming (though topping was fun too). However, before he could thrust down again, Alfred cried out in surprise when Arthur less-than-gently switched their positions by throwing Alfred against the bed (he noted that Arthur had slipped out of him, but he hoped Arthur was going to amend that quickly).
"Alright, you've 'ad your fun, love, but I don't want to just sit back and watch you do all the work— as lovely as it is." Arthur huffed as he gave Alfred a lust-filled look. Lubing up his cock, Arthur positioned it back near Alfred's hole and lifted up one of Alfred's legs to sling it over his shoulder. He then poked the head of his cock through, and without wasting any time, he rammed his dick into Alfred and began thrusting once more.
Alfred cried out from the sudden impact, however a moan quickly followed as he held onto the sheets below him, quivering in sheer delight. The bed was rocking to-and-fro by their hectic movements, and in some instances, the bed frame would hit the wall and the legs would scrape the floor, but that was only proof of how much power Arthur placed into his thrust— not that he minded of course (though the Brit did sometimes take on the submissive and manipulative side when he wanted to).
So as Arthur pounded into him, Alfred felt his release drawing near and he was beginning to savour each passing moment of delight. He knew it was coming soon if his gut and balls had anything to do with it, and though he wanted to continue longer, he was beginning to grow tired and he was sure Arthur was too.
The sheets beneath Alfred were wrinkled as his hands grasped the tightly, making them loose, and Alfred could feel his nails digging into his palms, however after another some hits to the prostate caused the teen to ejaculate, and thus, reaching his climax. Crying out Arthur's name followed by incoherent ramblings, Alfred felt limp and tired, heaving hectically and feeling sated with cum coating his shirt and the sheets around him (Arthur wasn't going to be happy about that…).
As Alfred came, his ring of muscle clamped around Arthur's cock and he threw back his head with a husky moan. His sack tightened and his dick spasmed and shortly after he too came after having reached his climax. Arthur closed his eyes to be lost in the moment of bliss as he felt Alfred's muscles squeeze everything he had to offer.
Pleasantly sated, Arthur pulled out and sighed in pure delight, despite being sweaty and drained of energy. The Brit peeled off the condom, his face contorting in slight disgust and carefully he tossed the forsaken item in the bin. As soon as he did do, he crawled over to Alfred side and collapsed beside the American and found himself to be quickly embraced by the teen, in which he happily returned.
"Hmm, that was good." Alfred chuckled, deeply inhaling Arthur's scent as well as the smell of sex and exhaustion.
"Good? I believe we've been doing— better than before." Arthur said, blowing hot air.
"Hey, you know what I mean." Alfred smiled, brushing his hand through Arthur's sweaty locks to pull him into a chaste kiss. "Unlike you, I don't know a shit-ton of words to describe everything."
Arthur perked up at that. "Well, not everyone can be a literary genius."
"I'd take offense to that, but I'm too tired to give a fuck." Alfred yawned, closing his eyes as he snuggled into Arthur's embrace.
"You already did— a very good fuck indeed." Arthur mused, reaching over Alfred to grab his disheveled duvet to cover Alfred and himself.
"Shut up." Alfred mumbled, choosing to ignore Arthur's bait. His answer was a kiss to the forehead.
"Sweet dreams, love." Arthur whispered, following Alfred suit of giving in to sleep.
The moment was nice, chaste, and had the two thinking, 'I wouldn't mind doing this again… Though maybe by then I'll have taken it to the next step… Someday.'
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Yes, you just read Ukus, and I wrote this because fuck yeah Ukus! Honestly, although I like Usuk, I lean more to Ukus. A lot more.
And you're also prolly wondering, 'Didn't I read this awhile ago? So why is it...?' WELL, the explanation was that I was a stupid fuck and forget to make the title G-rated, so FF deleted the original story, Fuck Buddies. So like whoops and now I present to you Friends with Benefits AKA Fuck Buddies. (e3e)
However this is a oneshot, but when I first uploaded Fuck Buddies, I saw that a lot of people liked it, so I might consider making this a full blown fic and not open ended.
Well, the next chapter(s) of Harry Potter and the Man of Britannia should be uploaded soon, so look out for that too if I decide to make Friends with Benefits a chapter fic.
Until then, au revoir.