Hetalia Kink meme part 15

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America pulled away and raised her gaze to Russia’s blushing face. …He is so fucking cute.

Keeping that little embarrassing thought to herself, America closed a hand on his hip and tugged him closer, opening her legs to him.

“Well?” America asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I’m waiting.”

“So impatient.”

Russia grasped either thigh and pushed her away from the edge, giving room to place one knee on the edge of the mattress. Grasping himself, Russia pressed the head to her opening and rubbed it against her, smearing the natural lubrication over the tip before gently nudging it inside. America gasped at the super-tight feeling and pressed a hand to Russia’s lower abdomen. Halting, Russia waited and peered at America’s face.

“Sorry it’s just-” America tried forcing herself to relax. “You’re…really fucking big for this little body.”

Russia merely waited in silence, studying America’s face for a long moment before pushing forward again. America winced and bit her lower lip at the painful, stretching sensation. Russia pushed forward more, but fell away and leaned to the right, reaching to the nightstand. America peered at him in confusion.

“…Lube?” America raised an eyebrow at him. “Aren’t I wet enough?? You’ve only been preparing me for half an hour now-”

“Shh.” Russia uncapped the bottle and poured some in his hand. He let it sit a moment before smearing it over his throbbing length. “This new body is not experienced.”

“But-…” America frowned. “I didn’t spend near as long preparing for you? Did it…did I hurt you?”

“I was an older, mature woman.” A tiny smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “You are a tiny, petite teenager.”

“I’m not tiny…” America protested as Russia stepped closer and realigned himself with America’s slick opening. “I’m average. I’m not freakishly tall and grotesquely huge and-”

Air rushed from America’s lungs as Russia jack-knifed his hips forward, pushing his length deep inside, fully seating himself in the hot, wet heat. Lip’s parting in a tiny ’o’, America remembered how to breathe again.

“Holy shit…” America pressed an arm to the bed to keep her sitting up. “Fuck your big.”

Having waited long enough, Russia pulled his hips back and pumped them forward, keeping the pace slow and steady. Holding her breath at the oddly pleasurable feeling of being impaled and filled to the brim before it left her empty, and then returned again. It felt so…good yet…it was so vastly different from how it felt the other way. America couldn’t really say anything about the differences between the two, save for a low moan. His arm giving out, he fell back to the bed just as Russia pressed forward, changing the angle as he seated himself deep inside her. America gasped at the change and dug her fingers into the already torn sheets, causing the muscles surrounding Russia to tighten suddenly.