It was a peaceful Friday night, and you sat on your bed reading a book. You would have gone out, but you were currently sick. Throat so sore, nothing but hoarse sounds came out, body aching so much, you barely moved all day, and nose so stuffy you had a headache from trying to blow all the junk from inside of it.
Denmark, having told you, needed you to stay up until he got home, just in case. Going out with Norway for a few drinks was bad enough; it would be even worse if Denmark came home and couldn't find his drunken ass way up the stairs to the bedroom. And to top it all off, he would be all over you when he got home. It happens every time he goes out with the Norwegian. Something clicks, and Denmark comes home a horny, drunk mess. You weren't in the mood for anything like that! You didn't want your body more sore than it already was!
Dozing off once or twice, you scanned the room until your eyes fixated themselves on the clock. Already 1 in the morning, and Denmark wasn't home… Surely he'll be home soon. You told yourself and tried to focus on the book in your hands. And time didn't fail you! Less than ten minutes later, you heard the front door down stairs swing open, and slam shut. The sound of wobbly and most likely drunken footsteps echoed through your home. Putting the book onto the side table, you stood up and figured you might as well go help him get up the stairs.
But, when you got downstairs, the Dane was nowhere in sight. "Mathias?" you asked and walked into the kitchen. A burst of cold air hit your body, making you shiver slightly. You swore you heard him come in. (unless your mind is playing tricks on you!) You called his name again, "Mathias are you in here?" Your voice sounded horrid.
A few moments of silence filled the air, before a dark, very dark chuckle was heard behind you. You didn't get a chance to whirl around and get a look at him, because he quickly grabbed hold of your shoulders and pressed your body against the island on your kitchen. "M-mathias..." You stuttered as your chest made bone chilling contact with the cold surface.
"Mia." He whispered in your ear, which sent a shiver to run up and down your spine. He pressed his body closer to yours, and now you could feel the bump in his pants pressed against the small of your back. In your attempt to look back, you caught a glimpse of him, and noticed the usual black jacket he wore wasn't on and was probably abandoned on the couch in the living room, along with the tie that was also missing from his neck.
He turned you around to face him, and you could see lust swirling in his usually light, but now dark blue eyes. The smirk on his face shouted to you that he was going to get what he wanted no matter what disagreement you had about it. You submitted to his want as his lips made crushing contact with your mouth, the impact so hard your teeth clicked together. His hands glided up your sides and the back down, and behind to rest on the curve of your back. His fingers taunted your vertebrae, making you arch towards his teasing fingers.
Quickly, the Dane grabbed your hips and pulled you so you were sitting on the counter, making it easier for him to access your mouth, rather than having to stoop down. Your fingers ran up his broad shoulders, teasingly up his neck and into his tousled hair. Grabbing roughly, he groaned into your mouth and gripped tighter on your hips. The pounding between your legs became more noticeable as he leaned down and began sucking the tender skin of your neck. Rubbing your legs together, trying to create some sort of friction, the blonde's canine teeth dug into the juncture between your neck and shoulder, telling you that you were his and no one else's.
Leaving your neck, with no doubt a lot of love bites, he went lower and ripped your shirt off. Literally. You heard fabric tear as he ripped off the piece of clothing from your body, to get better access to what he wanted next. Expertly, his fingers twiddled with your bra, before it snapped off, and he discarded of it and pressed your back against the counter top. He kissed the bridge between your breast, before leaning to the left and taking your peak into his warm mouth. Your back arched off the island, in an attempt to get him closer to your now hot body, and hoarse groans left your plump lips.
Savoring the cute sounds you were making because of him, the Dane kissing the underside of your breast before moving to the other one and repeating the action. Your fingers disappeared into his hair as he nibbled his way back up to your lips. Barely, he brushed his lips against yours before a calloused hand rubbed your core through your pants. You let out a giggle of surprise before you closed your eyes in practical bliss. And you weren't even doing anything serious yet!
You didn't know when, but your pants came flying off and across the room, and he was now rubbing you through your wet panties. His slurred in your ear, "My naughty little girl, you're so wet." He chucked deeply before pushing your panties to the side and rubbing his finger against your core. His finger seemed freezing against your heat, and it only heightened your excitement. You felt two slender, long fingers penetrate your entrance, and it had you gasping for air, while arching higher off the counter. Pumping the finger tantalizingly slow, his thumb toyed with your hot button.
"Nuh, M-mathias..!" you groaned and gripped his hair tightly. A few more deep pumps and you were soaring high.
Panting, he grabbed hold of the elastic of your panties, and brought them down, only to have you kick them the rest of the way off. He looked down at you and smiled, "someone's impatient, no?"
You glared at him, before flat out saying, "Just take those silly pants off and fuck me already."
Well, you didn't need to tell him twice! He undid his belt, through it across the room to be remembered at a later time, and then off came his boxers and pants. You didn't get a chance to bask in him being naked, because he quickly pulled you to him and slide his way into your tight entrance.
He groaned loudly as he nuzzled his face in your neck, taking in your sweet aroma. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, while your nails were digging into the flesh that laid there. He didn't seem fazed by it, as he set his pace. Fast, hard and pleasuring deep. Your hoarse moans, his groans, skin slamming against skin and sometimes a breathy demand from you was all that was heard from the two of you.
You breath was fast as you told him to go faster. Feeling cooperative, he angled himself and began going faster. You groaned as he finally hit that spot that made you see stars and white. So close to cloud nine and wanting to fall into a pit of only pleasure, you could do nothing moan for more. He did what was told, because he too wanted to fall into the same pit of pleasure that you wanted so deeply.
A few more angled pushes of his hips, and he had you climbing a mountain to bask in the glory of your climax. It chilled your bones to feel yourself convulse and finally release, and it only had Denmark wanting his own climax. Groaning at your walls tighten around him, he gave a few more good pushes, before his seed covered inside of you, and filled you deliciously.
He toppled over you and leaned against the counter for support. Without pulling out of you, he planted his kisses of appreciation on your neck, and breathed in trying to catch the breath that seemed to be running a marathon. He nibbled your earlobe, as he and yourself fell back down to reality, and he whispered quietly, "I love you." Out of breath, you could only bring yourself up enough to press your lips sweetly to his.