Title: Eat You Up
Author/Artist: CrimsonDreamer13
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Prussia, OC!Philippines, PruPiri
Rating: M for Masochism
Warnings: Implied copulation, curse words
Summary: "It's the things he doesn't want to remember--piercing red eyes and struggling--and he tells himself that, hey, it just never happened."


You're scared, frightened- excitement is bubbling in your stomach when you see him enter your bedroom, his crimson red eyes glinting with a hint of madness in them as he approaches you.

You shiver as he crawls on top of the bed you are sitting on, closer he becomes as you grip the blankets closer to yourself- though it does not help much in hiding your state of undress.

He grins when he sees your trembling form; your figure arousing something in him- the carnal desires of which the male species have continuously succumbed to. A whimper escapes your lips when he caresses your cheek and he grins, yanking you forward- and suddenly, you find yourself on his lap, his large and pale hands gripping at your hips.

You grip at his shoulders with both hands, squirming a bit on his lap (thank God that he was wearing pants) as you open your mouth, throat a bit sore.

"Gil-"

A finger silences you when you try to speak and you become cold- everything suddenly becomes clearer to you. His nearness, the simple fact that his lips are only a breath away from your own, the intense gaze he lays on you- everything.

"Shh." He smirks after pressing a chaste onto your lips. "You're just so cute I want to eat you up."

A reddish tint rises to your cheeks when you hear him speak with his husky voice, the implication of his words being so clear it gives shivers down your spine. 'This is wrong,' you think. 'So goddamn wrong.'

You tremble a bit as his lips move southwards; from your lips down to your collarbone. You try to scream- this is disgusting, stop, no- but you can't. Only a whine escapes your lips when you open your mouth and you're ashamed- so ashamed of yourself for letting him touch you, for letting him kiss you, for letting him do these things to you every-fucking-time. But the one thing that you're most ashamed of is:

You like it when he touches you.

And you feel dirty when you remember- remember the times when he kissed your lips, the times when he pushed into you (how much it hurt), the times he suddenly became gentle; kissing your hair as he held you close, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and you hate it- you hate how he's so loving and caring and how you're letting him do this-

A gasp escapes your lips when he suddenly pushes into you (where the hell did his pants go?), his sheer largeness making you cry out in pain and you like it better this way. The raw force he exerts when he thrusts his hips into your own, the way that he bites down hard into your neck- and you're bleeding (you know that), it hurts so good and it's just so easy to hate him this way-

Suddenly, he stops. You're left to blink in confusion when he pulls away from your neck- just for a minute- and he looks up, right into your eyes.

"Juan?"

There is a fiery determination in his eyes when he speaks your name and you blink once again, more of confusion than anything else.

"Y-yes?"

You curse inwardly when you notice the stutter in your speaking, though this does not seem to hinder him at all. Rather, he reaches up a hand to cup your cheek and he speaks-

"Ich liebe dich."

The feeling of disgust crawls into your person and you tense up , chewing a bit on your lip like a child caught stealing candy.

"I-I-"

You swallow, guilt overriding all other feelings you felt before. You shouldn't feel anything for him; anything that wasn't pure hate but you knew- oh how you knew so well- there was something else there, something deeper than hate itself and it was weak; just so weak of you to feel such a thing towards him, Gilbert Weillschmidt, of all people.

"Juan?"

He directs a look of confusion towards you and you close your eyes, breathing in and out slowly.

"Mahal rin kita-" You clench your fists, squeezing your eyes shut because you just don't want to see his expectant face staring at you, waiting for you to say that-

"-Ich liebe dich auch."


Translator's Notes:
Ich liebe dich = 'I love you' in German
Mahal rin kita = 'I love you too' in Filipino
Ich liebe dich auch = 'I love you too' in German

A/N: This was brought forth because of roleplays between me and a friend of mine. Please excuse the author for writing things she herself doesn't understand; but hopefully, you readers still enjoyed! Also, thank you to pencildarts for the summary! More PruPiri drabbles to come in the future~