I'm not loving it
Part 10
By Fujoshi a.k.a Otaku no baka
Last chapter and that's it; working on the next part but I hope you guys are happy or whatever. I'm doing this and like three-four other stories so it's like I am bouncing from chapter to chapter. If something hasn't been updated in a while then that's why and it will eventually just that it goes REALLY SLOW since I can't managed everything within a balance. I thank my beta once again and reading too much crap.
If you want more kinks tell in a review but remember no scat, snuff, breathplay, knifeplay, papercut kink, gun kink, or just something really really gross or something impossible like amputation. Penis and tree kink go to Fetish fuel and shota is coming up in this as well as another story so don't ask for that. If your kink didn't show up it's because it's going to show up eventually. I'm doing the fetishes random as hell with the motivation that comes by from muse. I don't know how long this is but it might be 20 or so parts so far...depending on how long these two can dodge England.
Warnings: Sex pollen, (hope you happy anon,) Nation orgy, Foot fetish, AmeRus, kinky ass nations, too many pairings, (Japan/Swiss, Hung/Aussie, Bad touch trio, etc.) Moresomes.
I don't own Hetalia but I do want a Russia body pillow3
'Dating Russia wasn't such a bad thing after all!'
The large nation did keep his promise and they were engaging in more romantic, couple like things, with casual times, dates, and the whole shebang.
I mean he was a guy but geez America wanted to feel like he wasn't just a piece of meat or a cum receptacle.
Today they were going to do stuff and have good sex after the meeting with the nations. Even though Russia wasn't one of the biggest superpowers anymore he still insisted on treating all the bills on their outings.
So America, being the hero that he is, decided to give Russia the awesome gift of a potted plant. He heard the big guy was devoid of most common flowers in his country and this plant was special because it bloomed in cold temperatures.
Boston crème in mouth, America was trying to put his bomber jacket over his suit and gather his papers at the same time. "Tony, I'm leaving and I dunno when I'll be back!" He spotted his gift on the table. "I'm also taking Russia's present out the door, the plant in the kitchen!"
Alfred cursed as he was trying to balance a bag of donuts on his head, his car keys in one hand with the plant as well as his briefcase in the other. Since they were having the meeting in New York, he didn't have to drive far and somehow got out the door with everything in tow.
Tony was upstairs watching Mirrors 2; it was so damn hard watching horror films. His idiot roommate would scream through the whole thing and ruin it for him. He hoped that the blond nation would cling to his boyfriend and keep him up now.
So the alien was sneaking and watching movies in the attic upstairs now. He heard America leave and continued to watch the program for another hour.
Tony stretched; it was decent but the korean version was better. He called up a few of his friends and relatives before heading down to the kitchen to get a snack.
He was still on his communicator before he realized something was off. Tony scanned the table quickly with his eyes and cursed.
"#$^! Zwak I'll call you later! Improve on your human skills because I am sick of talking to you in Latin, Sk of talking to you in Latin, sngcandinavian, or Morse code!"
Tony cursed again and hoped that it wasn't gone; fuck it was! His roommate had taken the experimental plant that he was working on! His gift was on the mantle near the front door forgotten.
The grey alien ran in the back to try to come up with an antidote before he met up with America, praying that the pollen didn't have dire side effects.
"And so in conclusion I wanted to discuss the current "events" that seem to transpire every time that we have a serious course. It's starting to get annoying that when we discuss politics and issues something arbitrary happens."
Germany and Austria were the speakers since England was out sick, complaining about the 'Damn wankers with their loud music, stupidity, and vodka shots to the eye!'
"ACHOO!"
"Didn't know you were allergic to flowers, Russia!"
Russia rubbed his red nose. "I'm not." This plant radiated an ambiance of forewarning and the Slavic nation didn't like it. He had seen a lot of flowers in his day and didn't recognize this or from his 'research' on other nations.
"Well, if it's making you sick..."
"Het, I will take it-ACHOO!"
Ludwig sighed but continued on despite the sneezes and small conversations floating through the room along with pollen from the strange flower. Everyone was bored out their minds because Roderich kept drawling on and on and they wish he would get to the good stuff already.
The air felt funny and America didn't feel so hot. He untied his tie and unbutton his shirt; fanning himself. Actually, when he looked around the room, half the nations looked out of it.
"Does anyone have any questions, and Russia please try to contain yourself. Put that pot under the table before you get any more pollen spread throughout the room."
Italy raised his hand up. "Could I and Lovino suck Doitsu's dick?"
Everyone gasped, including his twin brother South Italy next to him "What the fuck is wrong with you, Feliciano! Are you insane!" Germany was red faced and sputtered as Italy took the silence as a yes.
No one knew what to do or say when Feli actually was doing what he said, unsnapping the German man's green slacks. "Italy what the hell are you doing?" Ludwig did nothing to stop the Italian as he opened his pants and paused, putting a hand to his mouth in shock.
"Romano I told you it was fat like a sausage ve~! Come look!" Italy was all starry eyed at Germany's fat manhood; it wasn't long but wide and thick. Lovino was red as a tomato as his twin went on, palming the man's half-hard penis. "You told me you wanted to see if it tasted like potatoes!"
Austria was speechless and Hungary and the Bad Touch Trio already had out their respective camcorders. Japan was flushed and tried to hold back a nosebleed, slowly pulling out his camera and once again watched how the nations did dishonorable but hot and moe actions.
Italy licked and sucked the girth of the thick bare member; feeling Doitsu's pulse. Hmmm…the heavy precum did taste faintly like potatoes. His brother gulped but crouched down and joined his twin; curling and flicking his tongue over the leaking head while Feli was working on the base.
"Wow..." South Korea looked on in amazement and China suddenly wanted to sink into the ground.
Austria had seen enough; he had to stop this. He shook his head and coughed, attempting to bring order once more until he felt his ex-wife cup his clothed crotch.
"You want to make a baby, Roddy?" Roderich saw the feral look in Eliza's eyes and felt his mouth go dry. This was live coverage and the perverted woman was going to get all of it, plus have sex with her talented ex-husband.
All hell broke loose after that. Without a voice of reason, who was usually Germany, England, or Austria, everyone acted on their prime desires.
Vash was grateful to God that his sister wasn't here. He watched with wide eyes as Hungary sat the camcorder on the table, still on and in a perfect position to catch the action, unbuttoning her blouse and pants. She only had on her underwear and quickly worked off her panties until her brownish tuff was bared into the room. Straddling the Austrian man, she lifted her hips up and used her fingers to spread her lips, sighing as he stuck his tongue in her entrance and used that talented mouth of his.
Switzerland felt his body move and wonder what the hell he was doing. He found his glazed green eyes staring at Roderich's strained erection in his pants. The Swiss man positioned himself and worked off the piano player's pants under the table.
Eliza noticed and sighed blissfully as Austria squeezed her breasts and worked her nipples. "Vash, Roddy's tongue is so good you should let him give you a blowjob." The gun-toting blond blushed at the comment and closed his eyes as he swallowed half the man's exposed cock for the first time.
"Mmmph!" Switzerland would have jumped and hit the table if he didn't feel a hand on the small of his back as well as a familiar voice.
"Relax Vash it's just me." He mumbled around the member in his mouth, feeling Austria start to thrust in his mouth, wanting to fuck his throat. The nation licked around the cock but froze at feeling his pants being pulled down and his ass being squeezed.
"I can be a good seme if you let me ." Kiku was glad he cleaned out his digital camera and brought all of his cosplay stuff, since he was going to go to an anime convention in America afterwards. The Japanese nation chuckled evilly as he leaned his head down, licking the Swiss nation's entrance and closing his eyes in ecstasy as he plunged inside.
America sat there horny; his blue eyes blinking at how the meeting turned into a full fledge orgy. He coughed and tried to adjust his foggy glasses, ignoring how Russia was giggling like a maniac besides him.
"Hey, where is my brother?"
"Here." Canada suddenly appeared next to Alfred, hand on his mouth, eyes wide behind his glasses. He didn't think the nations would act so brazenly so. "Glad Papa isn't here."
"Oh, yeah." He did not want to image England in this sex party.
Russia was having a hard time controlling himself to not just throw America over the meeting table and taking him then and there. Everyone was doing it practically but a few; his Baltics were sleeping with their respective friends, or lovers, Latvia trying to prepare Peter, Poland already riding Toris's cock, Eduard somehow in the middle of Tino and Berwald...
Thank General Winter that his sisters were at home, the Slavic nations experiencing an early winter and leaving them stranded.
He turned to see Alfred and his clone touching each other; America already stroking his exposed cock and Canada squeezing his balls. Ivan had enough and stood up; unsnapping his coat until something tackled him.
"Держите его на ем горяче." America breathed in a husky voice and Russia realized that the blond was sitting on his back, using his whole weight to keep him pinned. Gloveless fingers maneuvered Ivan and ripped apart his suit jacket and shirt, buttons flying everywhere.
Russia felt America's clothed cock on his ass and attempted to turn around but his lover pushed down and used all of his power, pinning his arms. "America...stop using your fat weight to hold me down." He growled but heard Alfred's thick voice laced with sex.
"I wonder if you are warm inside?" Ivan froze at those words. "Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Ivan Braginski?"
"Het." He sighed and ignored the feeling of apprehension. "I'd rather fuck you in the ass since you are inexperienced as they say."
"Mmmm, I think I can learn." Russia heard something pop open and hissed at the sticky fingers pushing inside and stretching muscles.
"Ahhh...Ahhh..." He cursed the way he was sounding; it was so different being on the bottom. Instead of liquid heat it was a raw, burning, longing sensation. Anger started to set in but he refused to beg to be on top.
"Hnnnn..." Ivan felt 'that' and his eyes almost rolled up at the sensation. He closed his eyes and grimaced, listening to America laugh.
"I touched it didn't I? Awesome!" The blond felt giddy and high; squeezing his own erection so he didn't come from the emotions alone. "Man I don't think I can control myself; you feel too good on my fingers." Alfred used a copious amount of lube and threw the tube aside before slowly sliding in.
Violet eyes widen and Russia quickly closed them, grinding his teeth. He wasn't as big but the American was still a hard well endowed cock. Ivan willed himself to relax as Alfred let up some of his weight and braced himself on the carpet floor.
"Fuck Ivan..." America closed his eyes and felt himself go when he was balls deep. The warmth, the tightness, the contrast to the cool skin on his bare chest, rubbing against his erected nipples…
"N...Now really, подсолнечник coming already before it even started."
"Still a snarky bastard even on the bottom. I couldn't help myself; I know why you have sex so much and love being on top. Man this sensation..." He pulled out slightly and pushed in, experimenting. "God Ivan you're so damn warm inside."
"Of course." Russia was having a hard time focusing, especially with America panting in his ear and watching a clear view of a German potato sandwich. Ludwig was between Lovino and Feliciano, the younger Italian ironically on top. Skin slapping as well as the smell of sex and lingering pollen also didn't help.
Alfred noticed them too with a raised brow but focused back onto his lover. His movements sped up with the help of his own sperm, pulling all the way out and splashing specks of come on Russia's ass.
Ivan felt lips on his neck and hissed, hating how it was a huge erogenous zone. His nipples weren't sensitive like the sunny blond nation but this area was big time. He sat up slightly, both of them on all fours, America tracing his hands down his body. He pulled his massive balls and squeezed that thick, huge cock, tracing the foreskin over the head.
America changed angles and he tried to hold back a moan at him hitting that blasted spot now; working his prostate relentlessly.
The blond nation was reaching his peak again and wanted to get off Ivan first. "Man I love that expression on your face." The cold nation's mouth was open, eyes closed, tongue out and sweat dripping down his big nose. America growled and bit into his neck as he once again filled Russia's ass up. He felt the cock in his hand spasm and heard Ivan curse in Russian as thick white come covered his fingers.
Both men fell out gasping and panting. America tried to count to ten before slowly pulling out. They both sat up with a wince, aching.
Alfred tried to straighten Texas and lick Ivan's essence off. He had a better understanding of the nation in front of him; no wonder Russia like being on top and fucking ass so much.
"Ivan..."
"Da?" His ass ached and he couldn't sit straight without swaying but he was still half hard and horny.
Whatever America was going to say was lost when he noticed the trio fapping away near them, tissues in all of their noses. Francis already had come on his naked body from their 'show,' and Gilbert was eyeing Alfred hard.
'Ah that's right.' The three blinked, eager and erections jutting forth as America approached them with only his bomber jacket and open shirt, hands on his hips.
All the countries wanted to fuck the superpower silly at one point in either hate sex or to keep him as a lover. Antonio licked his lips, hair soaked from sweat and other substances.
Alfred gestured Russia over and sat on his lap, giving him a kiss. The nation's penis was rubbing against his backside. "So you three want to really do that badly right?"
Two gulped but France nodded in enthusiasm.
"Mattie, where the hell are you?" The other nations noticed Canada for the first time since the meeting started. He was panting next to America, wearing only his open pants.
"Al...oh God everyone has been having sex for over an hour now!" Matthew tried to control himself unlike the others but it was failing. He was masturbating in the corner before his twin called him.
America leaned over and whispered; they watched how Canada blushed redder if it was possible and coughed. "Fine, as long as those perverts don't touch me." Oh God, was he in snarky evil mode now?
Prussia was getting impatient and reached out to touch the two until a foot shoved him back. "Oh no, no touching the merchandise!" America nudged his big toe on the tip of East's 'five meters.' "No my foot is good enough for you."
The albino haired man wasn't going to take this; it wasn't awesome. He wanted to fuck the artificial sun nation not...oooh but America's toes were working his manhood well.
Russia watched amused as Alfred gave Gilbert a footjob. The blond's soles rubbed the base, one foot circling and stroking the girth.
France was going to protest as well. England wasn't here so he wanted something; let it be the big cold nation on his knees or the twins getting fucked by Gil and Ant while they sucked him off and he pulled Nantucket and 'curly.'
He heard a moan next to him and the Frenchman turned to see Spain getting worked on in the same fashion. Canada had his blue eyes narrowed behind glasses, focused even as he was touching himself.
"Mein Gott!"
"Hahahah you're enjoying it!" Alfred laughed darkly as he pumped Gilbert's cock quicker, feeling precum coating his toes. The American jumped slightly and groaned as Ivan stuck his large fingers into his ass, the man hard again.
Prussia didn't want this so why was he panting, thrusting his dick into those nimble toes? America's feet were hot and the squeezing almost reminded him of an ass or pussy. Almost.
"Going...Going to come at this rate."
"Good then come! Come on my toes!" America laughed. "Shoot your sperm onto my feet!"
Spain sighed in bliss; he didn't care. He did Romano earlier, thrusting into his tight body while he sucked off Germany so Matthew or whatever his name was only icing on the cake. Hell he looked like America so why not?
Gilbert cursed; his red eyes watching as his dick twitched and ropes of sperm coated America's toes and feet. Alfred had a gleeful sadist grin on his face that could go toe to toe with Ivan.
"Such thick sperm; when was the last time you did it Prussia? Back when you were a nation?" He wiggled a toe on Gil's still sensitive dick. "You're big but nothing like...Ivan..." America groaned as he felt himself being lifted and impaled onto Russia's member.
Canada covered one eye as slightly clear-ish sperm shoot out and splash on his face and feet. Mattie spooned some off and licked it, meeting Spain's gaze and glaring right back.
"Mattie you don't mind sloppy seconds do you?" America groaned, spreading his ass cheeks so that Ivan could thrust in deeper. Canada nodded and Russia felt America's clone rub his back, understanding the English slang now.
"Oh I'm not done with you three; not by a long shot." He rubbed his sticky feet all over France's chest, toeing the French man's erection now.
Kiku smirked; he was thrilled that Mr. stuck-up-Vash never did this before.
Switzerland's whole body was shaking and he looked delicious with his cum face straight from a hentai. Eyes wide, tongue out and drooling, hell, even his nose was running.
Every time the Japanese man thrusted inside of that body he felt the Swiss man squeeze his member painfully and shiver.
Japan managed to coax Vash into a Swiss dress and tied his hands up. Now he was bouncing him up and down on his lap, wondering if he could come without him touching his hard erection straining against his stomach.
Oh, wait, Austria was sucking him off, nimble fingers used on instruments to work the Swiss man off for the second time now. Roderich had some weird toy up his ass that Elizabeth brought that was shockingly from his homeland.
"Ki...Kiu...Kiku please..." He couldn't think, he couldn't speak, he just wanted to come to have an orgasm. "I...I want come...I wanna come..."
"I'm not going to touch you Vash; I'm being a nice seme by letting Austria help you get off." The only thing Japan was touching was the blond's shoulders for leverage.
Roderich felt pity for Vash but part of him thought he was too high strung and needed taken down a peg or two.
"ARGGGG!" Japan chuckled as Switzerland came again, his sperm flooding and spilling out of the Austrian man's lips.
"I am not going to stop until you past out Vash." The Swiss nation was going to have to deal with Kiku's inner sadist side unleashed.
Every time Francis approached America he was kicked by said blond or threatened with the kolkhoz.
Matthew, Gilbert, Ivan and Alfred were involved in some kind of weird moresome. America was bouncing and riding Ivan while Matthew was inside of Russia. None of them felt bad for Prussia having to deal with the weight of three men on top of him; he said it was awesome that he was the lucky member out of the trio.
"You...will get your turn...when I say...so." Alfred smirked; turning his head back to look coy.
Francis growled and was tempted to pull Nantucket, which was sticking up like a needle from the sweat and come drenched hair. He wasn't going to back down like Spain, who ran off to mess around with Hungary and Austria. No, this was a power issue. "Non!"
A loud noise hushed the room temporary and everyone turned to regard the alien in the doorway.
Tony gagged at the heavy stench; it was too late. At least the flower had no ill side effects so far to the nations. He left back out and shook his head; deciding to wait it out for another hour before he sprayed the antidote in the room.
"Sorry I didn't make it yesterday! Did I miss anything?" England huffed; feeling good again. His country was doing better so he was well enough to go to the meeting.
"N...Nothing." Germany paled; nobody would mention the events of last meeting. NOBODY. Everyone knew what would happen, and the consequences would be dire if they did.
"Well, does anyone want to go first?" At everyone's silence England coughed, surprised at a normal meeting for a change. Well, except America blushing and whispering to Russia, who kept laughing out loud, Germany's stoned face, and China sleeping on the table and ignoring how Korea was snuggling into his side.
"Good to see you back and it was unfortunate that you missed the last meeting it was...interesting." France smirked and was met with glares.
Arthur didn't notice and rolled his eyes, wondering if Russia scared everyone into silence again.
Держите его на ем горяче: Keep it on it looks hot on you
подсолнечник: Sunflower (Damn you babelfish!)
Sloppy seconds is basically from a creampie; when someone comes in a person and another person goes and comes in the same person while it's dripping out.
Russia being magical is allergic to the plant. I never seen a real sex pollen plant (yeah I heard this exist!) so I had to be creative.
Damn I think I forgot some things in previous chapters forgive me; I'll attempt to fix it later *sleeps*