Title: Only for You
Rating: M (because really, this is just pure smut, straight from the beginning - you've been warned)
Characters: Prussia/Gilbert and fem!Canada/Matilda
Summary: While America's away in Europe talking to the other countries, Canada and Prussia decide to take advantage of his absence in the best way possible.
Only for You
He pushed into her, swift and firmly, eliciting a sweet scream from her pink lips. He growled as he buried deep into her tight, warm cavern and felt her walls clench around him, preventing him from moving. He stared down at her flushed face, her glazed amethyst eyes, her parted lips and could only think about how sexy she looked at that moment.
He chuckled and bent down, letting his teeth graze over her pulse before he wetly ran his tongue over the spot. She arched against him with a soft mewl, begging for more in her silent way.
"You like this, Birdie?" He asked, planting a kiss on her neck. "You do, don't you? You like the pain. You like having me inside of you, filling you up. You want me to cum inside of you don't you? You want me to fuck you senseless and keep on even after that."
Canada whimpered out an unintelligible response as he bit down on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not hard enough to draw blood. He sucked on the mark, gently at first, using his tongue to sooth it, and then ravished it with vigor, drawing more delicious moans from the country beneath him. Her nails raked down his back, leaving behind lines of bright pink on his pale skin.
"G-Gil…!" She keened. "Gil, please! I-I need-nnngh."
Prussia's red eyes gleamed as he thrust into her twice and then stilled his hips. He had all weekend to tease the passive country and by God he was going to use up every ounce of time doing whatever he wanted to her. "Tell me what you want, Matilda," he purred into her ear. "Tell me what you want me to do to you."
Matilda writhed beneath him, desperately trying to get him to move again. She needed the friction of their bodies moving together. Needed him to do something, anything, to release the coiled energy burning up inside of her. She was so close already. It wouldn't take much.
Gilbert held down her hips, chuckling. "Now, now, Birdie. You're so impatient." He kissed her open lips, but when she tried to get him to do more he pulled away. "You never told me what you want. If you don't tell me, how will I know what to do?" He teased. "Shall I guess?"
"Fuck me!" Matilda burst out with a sob. "I want you to fuck me senseless! I want all of you again and again until we're both too tired to continue. God damn it, Gilbert, I want you to fill me up with your cum! I want… I want… to fall asleep with you still inside…of me… I…" She trembled, opening her eyes. "Please, Gil, I'm begging you!"
That was what he was waiting for. He removed his hands from her waist, planting them firmly on the bed on either side of her. He kissed her lips once more and then began to pound into her, completely unrestrained. It didn't take long for Matilda to reach completion, crying out as her inner walls squeezed him tightly. He continued to thrust into her, concentrating on holding off on his own release. Once more. He'd get her to cum once more and then he could too. Then he'd…
Well, he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. It was rather hard to when surrounded by such a delicious heat. His eyes landed on her breasts, which bounced enticingly with every push he made into her body. Oh, yes. He definitely wanted to do something with those. They were one of his favorite things about her. Well, other than her smile and her eyes and her fucking delicious pancakes and maybe even her personality too after all he did love to hang out with her even when they were just watching movies or—
Gilbert snarled and thrust into her extra hard. Matilda moaned wantonly, her voice louder than usual as she expressed her pleasure at the rough treatment.
Fuck. He'd almost gotten all sappy and romantic on himself. Fucking, he reminded himself. That's what this is about. It was all about plowing into her like he'd wanted to do for months, since before he asked her on that first date two weeks before. And yes, maybe the fact that her douchebag of a brother was going away to Europe for the week to try and rally the other nations into splitting them up played a huge part in why Canada agreed to what they were doing, but like hell he was going to complain.
Besides, Matilda looked as though she was enjoying herself very much.
"Gil," she intoned breathlessly. "Oh, Gil… Gil~!"
Gilbert chuckled and began angling his thrusts different ways. One attempt. No. Second attempt. No. Third—
"Ah! Gilbert…!"
There. He aimed for that spot again and again, trying his best to continue holding out. Matilda's wanton cries turned wordless around him and he knew that she was just as close as he was.
"I'm so close, Birdie," he whispered into her ear. "Do you want me to do it? Do you want me to cum inside of you? Do you want me to fill you up with my seed? Would you like that?" He punctuated with question with a nip to her ear.
"Yes, oh yes," she murmured. "I need you to cum inside me."
"As you wish."
A few more aimed thrusts and he came hard inside of her, coating her insides with his essence. He continued moving, waiting until he heard her cry of release and then finally went still with a final deep push, letting her walls milk his cock of any remaining semen.
They lay there, entangled together, panting heavily. A soft sheen of sweat covered their bodies, cooling against the air of America's living room.
"So damn good, Birdie," Gilbert mumbled into her neck. Her hot breath blew past his ear as she tried to gather her thoughts enough to speak and he felt himself growing hard within her again. "So, where are we going for round two?"
"Kitchen," he heard her say. "I want you in a chair. I want to ride you."
Fuck yes.
The kitchen was officially his favorite new place in America's house. Or at least, it was for that moment. As he lay under Matilda, basking in the afterglow of the fucking mindblowing sex they'd just had on the kitchen table (as well as in each of the five chairs, against the refrigerator, and on the kitchen counter), he wondered how many more surfaces were left for them to abuse in the room. He figured the floor was still as option. It wouldn't take much effort to slide from the table to the floor. Maybe he could get Matilda to ride him once more before they moved to another room.
"You know, if we weren't nations we would probably die from this," he commented in an off-hand voice.
Matilda giggled and he felt her walls push against him briefly. It was enough to awaken his cock once again, eliciting a second breathless giggle from the nation. She trailed a finger down his sweat covered chest, past his naval, and into the curls at the base of his cock. Gilbert moaned low in his throat when her delicate fingers skimmed past that to his balls.
"How much more can you take, I wonder?" She asked deviously. "Can you keep up with me, old man?"
"Oh, you did not just go there."
She giggled again.
Gilbert removed her hand. "I am not old. I'm well aged. And I can take way more than you can."
Matilda lifted her chin challengingly. "Prove it."
Never one to let a challenge pass by unanswered, Gilbert set out to do just that. He pushed her up, making sure her legs were on either side of him before he sat up as well. He wrapped her legs around his waist firmly and then eased himself off of the table. He was very thankful when his legs held up under their combined weight even when he began walking towards the spare bedroom.
He didn't bother with closing the door, just heading straight to the bed as Matilda kissed up and down his neck, making it very hard for him to concentrate. He made it without his knees giving out and the second he got Matilda on the bed he went for her breasts, latching his mouth onto the nipple and sucking, biting, lathing his tongue up and down, left and right, anything to coax more of those wonderful sounds from her lips. One hand busied itself with her other breast while the other searched under the pillow for one of the objects he'd left there before they ever began, knowing it was where they would eventually end up. His hand closed around cool metal and he smirked into her breast.
He switched sides as he shallowly began rocking into her, using it as a distraction while he gathered her hands up over her head and used his toy to attach them to the headboard. Finished with his mission, he gave her nipple one final lick before sitting up, giving her time to realize what he'd done.
Matilda pulled on her hands, her eyes widening in surprise as she craned her head to see what he'd done. She smirked and he swore he fell a little more in love with her. "Kinky. I like it. What else you got?"
"Plenty more," he replied, delving back under the pillow. His hand came back with a bottle of maple syrup. He uncapped it quickly and let the cool substance drizzle over her chest and neck and he smirked at the hiss he got from her. The bottle was place on the table, ready to be used when he needed it next, and he bent down and got to work. He started with the hollow at her throat, greedily lapping up the sweet substance with vigor.
By the time he was done with her, she would be so turned on that she wouldn't be able to speak aside from screaming his name over and over again as he rammed into her. He just hoped he could hold off his own release long enough to win the challenge.
"You know," Gilbert said thoughtfully as he finished her left breast and moved onto the other. By that point the had to hold her down because she was squirming so much. Her whispered pleas to please, please fuck her were like music to his ears and made his cock throb with need. "If we were human and could have children, I bet they'd be addicted to this shit before they left the womb. And your milk? It would taste just like maple syrup." He closed his mouth around her nipple and suckled, bring up one hand to gently knead it.
Matilda moaned loudly, her words coming out even more garbled than before. She arched against him, tugging at the handcuffs binding her hands to the bed. The heat pooled in her stomach had coiled so tightly within her that any movement sent sparks of pure pleasure coursing through her body, clouding her mind with headiness.
"Gil, please…!"
He hummed and she keened softly, wantonly, her breath coming in heavy pants and moans. Gilbert decided to spend an extra minute or so on that particular nipple, suckling and nibbling and licking until Matilda was nothing but a massive pile of writhing nerves beneath him. The moment he removed his mouth from her breast, he began thrusting into her with earnest, hitting her sweet spot over and over again with long, steady, firm thrusts.
"P-please!" Matilda managed to beg, tears of frustration springing to her eyes.
Displeased that she wasn't yet to the point of speechlessness from his ministrations, he began thrusting a little harder and resumed the dirty talk that had worked so well earlier that evening.
"You feel so good around me, Birdie, you know that? So nice and tight. Warm." He had to shorten his sentences. "Mmm, yes. You like this, ja? Like me filling you over. And over. All of my cum inside of you."
"Gil…!" His name fell from her lips in a hoarse whisper before a silent scream tore from her lips. The heat in her belly exploded forcefully, filling her entire body with white-hot pleasure. Her mind went blank. Whiteness filled her vision. Her lungs burned as she fought to breath. And then she went boneless, limp, barely aware of the fact that Gilbert was still pounding into her. It was like she was filled with cotton. Warm, fluffy cotton so soft and—
A new warmth erupted in her belly as Gilbert came harder than before, refusing to move out of her and letting his semen fill her up just as he had every time that night. He kissed her temple and undid the handcuffs, dropping them somewhere on the floor. He chuckled as he rolled them around so she was resting on top of him and then pulled the covers over them. He planted a second kiss on her forehead before he closed his eyes and together they began to drift off to sleep.
"Love you, Mattie," Gilbert murmured.
Matilda smiled and snuggled against him.
End
The title doesn't match at all, but I couldn't figure out what to change it to, so I left it that way.
One of these days I'll write something with more plot and less smut.