Daisy: Seven Minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Daisy

Observing the guests attending Alfred's party, you selected your next target; this was the perfect opportunity to charm a new man! Smiling devilishly, you decided to approach Gilbert, however, Alfred came flying over and exclaimed, "Hey dude! What's up? We're playing Seven Minutes in Heaven! Wanna play?"

A smirk split your lips—was there anything more tantalizing than seducing a random person in a closet? Of course not! You agreed instantly and Alfred laughed, offering you the hat. "Go ahead!" Confidently, you placed your hand in the hat and intuitively felt for the ideal result. Satisfied, you pulled a piece of paper out and unfolded it. Written on the inside was a type of flower.

Your beautiful teeth flashed as you declared:

"Daisy!"

Teeth descending upon his lower lip, Alfred cast you a discomforted stare. "O-oh? Are you sure?"

With a wink, you escorted yourself to the closet with swaying hips. "Of course I'm sure. Just send my partner in but be warned," a naughty gleam flashed through your eyes, "I don't want to be disappointed." Closing the door behind you, you wasted no time discarding your shirt and shimmying your bottoms further down your hips. Seduction was an art you were skilled in and you felt frisky tonight.

Voices floated around outside, but you were too busy prepping yourself to notice. When the door opened, however, you were ready, and immediately pounced on the intruder. Arms flung around a strong neck, you slammed the person into the wall, effectively pouncing on them and knocking the door closed. You kissed the lips fiercely, tasting vodka.

"Got you," you purred, licking the face of your partner, "who have I claimed tonight?"

Recovering, the reply was soft and had the most pleasant lilt you'd ever heard: "I think you know me quite well, better than the others, my dear." The Russian accent was a dead-giveaway and you shivered in anticipation as his finger swept up the side of your cheek, whilst his hand tugged your waist against his. "I think you know me well enough to know that it is I who have claimed you, da?"

"Mmm," your heart was aflame, burning with mad desire, "let's do this, Ivan."

Suddenly, you were on your back and the Russian straddled you eagerly, shoving his lips against your neck, nipping and biting. You groaned aloud; you were never quiet during your sexual exploits. Raising your knee, you rubbed it against his crotch where you discovered a tightening in response to your lustful noises. Running your fingers through Ivan's hair, you grazed his neck with your nails, heightening his arousal, and he bit your neck hard enough to leave a mark.

"O-oh!" You moaned, bringing your body up in a rippling motion so that you rubbed against him. "Give me more, baby!"

"Ahh," Ivan weighed his body upon yours, pressing his entirety into you, "you can have it all."

Delighted, you grabbed the back of his head and yanked his lips into yours. Mouths moving intensely, you shoved your breasts against his chest as your hands slipped down to his shirt, sliding beneath it. Before Ivan could mask his moan with an unbothered smile, your fingers were stroking his abdomen muscles and kneading his chest. Bucking your hips, you grinned when his groans overtook yours.

"Touch me," you whispered whimsically, "make me say your name."

Chuckling darkly, Ivan seized your thighs, squeezing you tightly enough to elicit a moan. Gripping you firmly, he lifted you up and slammed you against the wall, teeth latching onto your neck. Bruises trailed your skin, followed by erotic moans that were on the verge of being pleasured screams. Ivan bit your ear, suckling on your lobe and murmuring, "What's this? Lost your shirt already?" One hand clamped around your breast, feeling through the fabric for your tightening nipple. He pinched your erect peak and you arched your back, sounds collecting in your throat. "Shall I remove this?" You nodded, body writhing.

"Please!" You begged sensuously. "Touch me. Take it off!"

"What shall I do if I take it off?" Ivan pressed figuratively and literally. "Tell me."

Head falling against the wall, you sank your nails into his back as he twisted your nipple torturously through your bra. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, grinding your crotch against his bulging erection. "I want you," you whispered huskily, breathlessly, "to feel my breasts. To touch them teasingly, to play with my hard, aching nipples." His hands dropped beneath your bust, fingers slipping beneath your bra. "Then, I want you to squeeze them hard, like they belong to you."

Satisfied, Ivan drove his hands upward, effectively making your bra snap in the back as he ripped it from your chest. Breasts falling free, your nipples perky and irresistible, you moaned loudly when he took your peak between his thumb and forefinger, starting to pluck it like he was stringing an instrument. "Such a beautiful body, such full, firm breasts," his deepened voice made shivers course down your spine, "and such hard little nipples. I want to feel everything." His other hand plunged between your legs, squeezing the inside of your thigh whilst his thumb pushed against your crotch.

Now this was what you were looking for.

Aroused to the point of no return, you wrenched his shirt off, breaking his contact with your breasts momentarily. Lifting the clothing over his head and discarding it quickly, you embraced him and the contact of bare skin was tantalizing. Rubbing your skin against his, you noted that you were both becoming slick from the heat in the tiny closet. Ivan suddenly fisted your hair, however, and pulled your head back. He pushed you back against the wall, shoving his hips against yours to keep you in place, and started tracing his mouth down your shoulders, leaving marks wherever he went.

"O-oh! Lower! Lower!" Your erotic moans were electrifying to both him and yourself. "I-Ivan!"

Lips delving deeper, his teeth latched onto your nipple and started sucking, hard. Drawing it in and out while moving his hips up and down, movements crazy with passion, he reveled in your pleasure as you started to scream. Already you could imagine his pulsing member slamming into you and you were so turned on, so entrenched in the moment, that you never thought it would end.

Just as Ivan pulled back to rip off his pants and yours, the door burst open.

"Holy shit you guys!" Alfred was at the door, shielding his eyes. "Put some clothes on!"

Beaming and batting your eyelashes, you reluctantly re-clothed yourself and looked at Ivan who was forcing a very, very hard smile. Alfred stumbled backwards into Arthur, who was shrieking about the indecency of your actions. Honestly, you were more amused than anything, though a little frustrated by the interruption.

"Quoi?" Francis flew over, licking his smirk, and poked his head into the closet. "Nudity?"

"Not anymore!" Arthur marched authoritatively into the closet. "Out, I say! Out!"

"Mmm," your voice remained husky with lust, "I'd prefer that you put it in."

Blushing furiously, the Brit didn't get to start his lecture as Ivan's arm swooped around your shoulder. "You are coming with me, my dear." You poked your tongue out at Arthur as the Russian led you away. Multiple eyes fell upon you, probably eyeing the bruises and bite-marks adorning your skin. You chuckled as Ivan gripped your wrist suddenly and hissed into your ear, "We will finish this soon, da?"

You shivered, moan collecting in your throat as you wetted your lips. "Of course."

FINIS.

You can be sure that Ivan hasn't had enough of you yet. I'm afraid you've driven him too crazy for both your own goods! I sincerely hope this satisfied your carnal cravings for a little while~!

Inspiration

Bruises and Bitemarks by Good with Grenades