You quickly slid Japan's front door shut. Sliding off your shoes you shook the rain from your hair.
The owner of the house poked his head in the room saying, "Oh hello, _"
You smiled up at him, "Hey, Japan, it's really coming down out there and your house was the closest, so do you think I can hang out here until the rain lets up a bit?"
The nation looked at you, a little flustered from the unexpected visit. "O-of course, I'm cooking, but I'll be out in a minute. Please, make yourself at home."
You smiled and gladly accepted his offer as he disappeared back into the kitchen to finish his cooking. You idly wandered into his living room, wondering aloud to yourself, "What can I do?"
Your eyes scanned the room before settling on Japan's play station. With a grin of triumph you ran over and turned on the console and TV. Looking around you were very startled when a loud feminine moan rang through the room. You quickly whipped your head back around to see the start up menu of the game that Japan left in there. You choked on air as you took in the scene of a cat girl getting molested by some kind of tentacle monster.
Japan's eyes widened at the sound of a moan from his TV. He instantly dropped what he was doing and bolted into the living room. He stopped with his horrors confirmed as you stood there, gaping, at the provocative scene on the TV.
His face was beet red as he ran over with a speed to match Italy's and quickly pressed the power button on the television.
He hazarded a glance back at you to see you still in shock.
You shut your mouth as you came out of your comatose state. Your eyes slid over to the blushing fidgeting country and you asked, "Kiku, was that yours?"
The blush deepened, "Y-yes."
You close your eyes (sad to find that that image was burned into your retinas) and let out a sigh and to, Japan's surprise, a smirk pulled at your lips. "You're so silly, Japan. But I think I get it now."
"What?" he gave you a puzzled look.
You smiled seductively. "Your personal space issue." You walked closer to the poor boy. "You've been playing these games and drawing hentia, so you don't know what a real woman…" you trailed a hand down his arm and grabbed his wrist. His hand in yours you lifted his palm to cup the underside on your breast. "feels like."
Red faced the Asian man tried to pull his hand away but you just placed your hand over his and pushed him closer.
Leaning in you lightly brushed your lips against his. Looking into his wide, panicky eyes you whispered against his lips, "Don't you want to know what it tastes like?"
Japan couldn't help but think how much this was like a hentia game; a super hot girl spontaneously trying to seduce him.
Feeling him relax a little (that is not being a piece of human plywood) he leaned in closing the gap between your lips. You pressed your body to his, you felt him hesitate, but none the less started molding his lips against yours in a desperate manner.
You smiled into the kiss when you felt his tongue slide along your lips. Parting your lips you went on the attack, wrapping your tongue around his and eventually getting into his mouth. You felt a small groan vibrate through his throat and a hand press against the small of your back.
You pulled away and he frowned. You smiled cheekily and nipped at his jaw up to his ear. Tongue flicking out to lick his earlobe whispering, "Now isn't this much better than video games?"
As a response he hesitantly moved his hand on your breast, lightly kneading it in his palm. He blushed when you mewled at his actions.
Kissing down his neck you stated, "You're making me hot, Kiku." With that you raised a leg and swept his feet out from under him. The both of you fell and you landed straddling his hips.
He hissed and you felt a lump against your thigh. With a seductive grin you leaned down placing your lips to his neck and snaking a hand down to lightly stroke the lump through his pants.
He let out a choked moan, "O-oh, _, do that again!"
You snickered and stroked him again, this time with more force and he let out another moan. He moved his hands to your hips and flipped your positions so that he was on top. He raise his hands to the first button on your shirt and looked into your eyes for permission. You nodded your head, anxious for him to continue.
He swiftly unbuttoned your shirt, being distracted occasionally when you would buck your hips into him. With heavy husky breathing he stared down at your half naked chest and quickly slid your bra over your breasts.
You threw your head back when his mouth connected to your breast, his hand playing with the other one. His tongue came up to lavish your hardened nipple while his fingers pinched and rolled the other.
"Ah," you panted. "Japan!"
You shifted your knee to rub against the bulge in his pants. He groaned against your breast. Your hands went to unbutton his shirt and it was quickly thrown to the side.
Once again you grabbed his hand and rested it on the crotch of your jeans whimpering, "Please, Japan."
The man above you blushed again but started rubbing circles on your jeans. You moaned out with husky pants, letting your hands rest on his chest.
Suddenly the front door slammed open, South Korea bounding in saying, "Big broth-"
His words were cut short when he saw you two tangled together on the floor of the living room.
His eyes went wide and without warning he tackled his brother off of you. You sat up and was met with the Korean's teary eyes as he wailed. "_, how could you do this?"
At your puzzled (and extremely pissed off) look he went over and grabbed at his brother's non-existent boobs saying, "You were touching brother's boobs, and they're mine!"
You fell back, too annoyed to even look at the boy. Pulling your shirt back over yourself you looked out of the open front door. Well, at least it stopped raining.
