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hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
hetalia_kink) wrote2012-06-03 02:47 pm
Hetalia Kink meme part 15
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hetalia kink meme
part 15
hetalia kink meme
part 15
Ahh yeah that is the super duper delayed Christmas reveal for 2009 LOL...just found the time to finish it now...
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Passions Spent (Sequel) 1a/1
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 01:10 am (UTC)(link)“Eh? What is?”
“It’s almost fifteen minutes until the meeting starts, and Arthur-san isn’t here yet.”
“…And this is of concern, because?”
“Well, usually Eyebrows would be sitting at his chair and waiting for the meeting to officially start by now…”
“Hm, now that I think about it, I didn’t see Emily-san at practice today.”
“…”
“Francis-san?…Why are you smiling like that?”
Scoff. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want to know, anyway.”
“…Oh, it’s nothing Kiku, Michelle. Nothing at all.”
Francis shifts his gaze to the closed door and his blue eyes narrow. Rosbif, you dog, you. Hon-hon-hon.
--
Emily F. Jones likes to think she knows everything about Arthur—but whenever she has this confidence, the British always manages to surprise her in some way.
“Oh! Oh, my God!”
Like now, for instance—when she’s lying on a bare teacher’s desk, her shirt open and her breasts bouncing freely, clinging to the sides of it with a tight grip, having her hips grasped tightly as another (slightly bony) pair grinds against them, their owner filling her over and over with thrusts that are slow, almost tender. Said owner lets out a dark chuckle and leans over to breathe against her ear.
“Careful, love,” Arthur whispers. “We don’t want to get caught, now do we?”
Emily bites her lower lip and keens as she leans her head back, giving a wordless permission for Arthur to press his hot, wet lips against her neck, which, of course, he does.
“Or perhaps you want to get to get caught.”
With a light gasp, her blue eyes snap open.
Arthur nips at the base of her neck, and then chuckles. “Such a naughty little slag, you are. Bet you wouldn’t mind anyone seeing you act in such a shameless state, would you?”
…Damn. Emily wraps her arms around his back, sliding her hands under his open shirt to dig her nails into his skin. Arthur makes no sound of approval at the gesture, but the fact that his he starts thrusting just a little faster, harder, and Oh, fuck! Instinctively, she arches her back and begins to pant raggedly.
“Right there, love?”
“Mm, yeah,” she moans against his neck, just as he continues to brush against that sweet spot inside her. “Oh, fucking God, yes…”
Arthur snorts against the crook of her neck, where it met the shoulder.
“As much as I love the Lord and all,” he growls, almost sarcastically, “I really don’t appreciate Him being on your mind when I’m fucking you.”
Emily giggles and loops an arm around his neck, leaning forward to lick and suckle on his earlobe.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she coos. “But you should know you’re the only thing on my mind right now.”
The British boy grunts and buries his face further, but then grinds his hips against hers, a sign that he really isn’t upset.
Emily’s smile widens as her fingers curl around the back of his neck and she starts to kiss and suckle that tender spot underneath his ear, the spot that she knows always makes Arthur shiver.
“Nnh!” She doesn’t have to look at him to know that he’s gritted his teeth, just to restrain his groans. The blush rising from his neck, as well as how he twitched inside her, was enough proof of Arthur’s straining control.
Emily giggles; her Artie really is adorable sometimes.
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1b/1
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 01:12 am (UTC)(link)She feels, more than hears the whimper vibrate in his throat, a sound that he no doubt will deny. Emily bites her bottom lip, grinning, and grinds her hips up onto his, a gesture that causes Arthur to grunt in surprise. She then clenches her muscles around him, to which Arthur groans and buries his face further into her neck.
“Bloody hell, git,” he growls, his accent thick (which makes Emily melt inside, but Artie doesn’t need to know that), “I won’t last if you keep that up.”
Emily puckers her lips into a pout, and she whines, “But Artie, I’m so close! Don’t you wanna make me come?”
Arthur stiffens and since she’s so close, Emily can feel the heat of the blush on his cheeks, which just makes her smile. She turns her head to press a kiss to one hot cheek.
“Come on, baby,” she says. “I bet you can make me come so hard I’ll dirty the desk. Wouldn’t you like that? Violating this desk, knowing how pissed your French teacher would get…”
Suddenly, much to Emily’s surprise, Arthur starts to snicker to himself. She pulls back, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised, and quickly takes note of the manic glint in the British boy’s forest green eyes, how his thick eyebrows furrow, how his lips pull up into that (sexy) evil smirk that he’d use whenever he felt like being especially sadistic.
“God, yes.”
Arthur takes hold of her wrists and pins Emily down on the desk, which makes her heart jump. Before she could say anything, Arthur rolls his hips into hers, giving her a particularly hard thrust. The sensation is so great; Emily can’t help but let out a breathy moan. She shudders and arches her body up against his.
“I hate that motherfucker of a teacher,” Arthur growls near her ear, practically smacking his hips to hers. “Giving me a D, can you believe him? I had to go Bonnefoy for tutoring—and even that blasted frog does a better job at teaching than that fucker!”
As she tosses her head back against the desk, Emily braces her feet on its edge, and then uses them as leverage as she thrusts her hips back, trying to take him in deeper, harder, faster—Oh, fuck!
This probably goes without saying, but Emily loves it when Arthur gets angry. Not pissed as in, “I’m-going-to-hate-you-forever-no-matter-how-many-times-you-apologize” angry, but the regular way Arthur would get angry, usually when someone was disobeying the rules. When his pupils would dilate comically, his face would flush, his mouth open and yelling out profanity, his hot British accent getting thicker and showing its colors…
Now, imagine that same passion of Arthur’s put to a much better use—like fucking, for example.
“Ah!” Emily screams. “Arthur!”
Arthur replies by letting out a low dark chocolaty laugh and he laces his fingers with hers.
“I can only imagine the look on that fucker’s face,” he continues. “He’ll probably throw a fit in class tomorrow—and I’ll just sit back and smile secretly, knowing that my lovely wench and I had sullied his precious desk…”
Oh, yea—wait…what?
“Did…did you just call me a wench?”
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1c/1
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 01:16 am (UTC)(link)“D-did I go too far…?”
“Just a little,” despite her reply, Emily can’t help the wide grin that spreads across her face.
Almost immediately, Arthur lets go of her hands and buries his face against her neck, curling against her as if he wanted to get swallowed up by some interdimensional warp. Knowing him and his little obsession with Doctor Who (which he continues to deny), it’s probably not a bad guess at his thought process.
“I-I-I’m sorry!” he says self-consciously, his ears pinking adorably. “I was just trying to sound, to sound—”
“Sexy?”
“Yeah…”
Aw! Artie’s so fucking cute. With slightly pink cheeks, Emily giggles softly and runs her fingers through the poor boy’s ash blond hair, making sure to be as gentle and comforting as she can.
“Oh, Artie, don’t worry about it, really.” I really like how you always make an effort to keep my interest. “You’re actually getting better at this.”
“Stop making fun of me,” Arthur grumbles.
I’m not. Emily frowns, wishing (not for the first time) that she could say what’s in her head—all the words she hopes might comfort Arthur in some way, give him the confidence he needs. Because, as much as he denies it or hides behind whatever hardened mask he’d crafted for himself, Emily knows firsthand that Arthur has one hell of a low self-esteem. Sure, it hadn’t been that obvious to her when she’d first interacted with him during the course of their first two years of attending World Academy, but her eyes had been opened the summer before, when she and Arthur had first slept together.
Emily hums thoughtfully and stares up at the ceiling, her hand still threading through Arthur’s choppy locks. What can I do…what can I say…?
Something catches her baby blue eyes; a wooden chair behind the desk, one that had been carved of an ornate design, with a red cushion on the seat and the arms covered with a plush red leather covering. Emily blinks at the seat, and then a small smile forms on her face.
“Hey, Artie?”
“Yeah?”
“How long until your meeting starts?”
Arthur glances up to check his watch. “Ten minutes. Why?”
“I’ve got an idea.” Her grin grows as she nods her head. “Take a seat.”
Arthur looks up to stare at her with flushing cheeks and a confused expression. Then he sees the chair and his eyes glint with a recognition of some kind, one that causes his blush to increase. But Arthur doesn’t argue; he pulls out of her, with some reluctance, and walks to sit on the chair. With a shimmer of nervousness flashing in green, he watches as Emily stands and walks over to him. She straddles his lap, lifting herself up so that her sex is hovering over him, and she smiles widely at his crimson face.
“Takes you back, doesn’t it, Artie?”
Arthur blinks, and then scowls—though if one were to look a little closer, you could see the embarrassment and shame in his eyes.
“You promised you wouldn’t mention th—AH!” His eyes widen as Emily sits on him, taking him in once more. Then they clench shut, his mouth parting to let out soft groans of pleasure and his hands tightly clenching at the arms of the chair.
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1d/1
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 02:11 am (UTC)(link)Emily parts from Arthur, panting softly, and then begins to press soft kisses on his cheeks. As her hip movements quicken, gradually bringing them both to their precipice, she starts to kiss down his neck until she gets to the base, which she suckles with relish.
Closing her eyes at the pleasure building inside her, Emily listens to each choked cry Arthur lets out—almost as if they were music to her ears.
--
Arthur is still blushing as he tries to straighten his clothes, so it wouldn’t be so obvious that he’d recently been participating in a little “rumble-tumble in the hay”, as the saying goes.
…Or, at least, Emily thinks that’s how it goes.
Eh, it probably doesn’t matter, she shrugs as she buttons her shirt. When she’s done, she pulls it up and ties it into a high knot so her midriff is showing again. From the corner of her eye, Emily catches Arthur staring and turns to look at him, raising an eyebrow wryly. The boy’s blush increases and he snaps his head to look away, frowning and closing his eyes.
“Going to dress like a delinquent again, are we?” Arthur huffs.
Emily smiles. “I thought I was a ‘bloody tart’?”
“Tch, that too.”
“Well, in that case, yes, I am.”
Arthur stares at her for a few silent moments, and then he smirks. “One day I’ll get you to see it my way, and then you’ll wear the proper uniform.”
“Gee, where have I heard that before?” Emily cups her chin, looking mockingly contemplative. “Oh, right! Didn’t you say that you would one day get me to stop eating hamburgers?”
“Well, ye—”
“—And that you would one day get me to like your cooking? Which is still horrible, by the way.”
“Hey—”
“And then there was that one time you said that you would one day prove that your little fairy friends exist—when you were drunk, might I add?”
“All right, all right!” Arthur blushes with embarrassment. “I get the point.”
The American girl laughs softly and walks over to him. She takes his tie in her hands and tries to straighten it out, (blatantly ignoring the voice inside her head, telling her how much she looks like her mom when Dad’s leaving for work).
“One day, Artie, I’ll get you to see that you can’t just control me, like you do to the rest of the school,” Emily promises, looking at him with a bright smile. “One day, you’ll realize that there’s no way you can get rid of my pure heroic awesomeness!”
For a moment, Emily sees something flash in Arthur’s eyes—something that always seems to show up whenever Arthur is around her, in particular—something that is quickly hidden away as he hardens his eyes again. He doesn’t know that she saw it; and he doesn’t know that seeing it makes her heart ache in a way that it’s never done before.
“Whatever.” Arthur snorts. “I’m not going to give up.”
“And I won’t either,” Emily nods and winks playfully, releasing his tie. “Now, go to your meeting and do…school council president things—whatever it is you do!”
Then she leans forward to press her lips against his in a chaste kiss, which makes Arthur blush, of course. When Emily parts from him, she sees that emotion again in his beautiful green eyes, and, despite the smile she carries, her heart clenches. She heads to the door and walks out, calling and waving at him from over her shoulder.
“Later, Artie!”
Unknown to Emily, Arthur watches her leave, and the sadness in his eyes shows openly before he lets out a sigh and begins walking to the meeting…
Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)One day, Artie, I’ll get rid of it—that sadness, that loneliness, that pain you seem to carry.
She puts her hands in her pockets, her footsteps against the concrete of the sidewalk being the only sound echoing in her ears.
I’ll find out what I’m doing wrong, what I’m doing to hurt you (because you’re too much of a stubborn ass to tell me, but whatever, as a hero, I’ll take it, for now), and I’ll try to fix it.
And then, I’ll finally make you smile.
--
A/N: Well, here's the smut I promised. Sorta...
Okay, I'll admit this now--this ending was a little rushed. Because of that, the ending is probably a little confusing to you. For that, I'm sorry. But I was asked to do a sequel, and I thought--"Aw, hell, why not?" (I seem to think this a lot...)
I hope it was somewhat good enough for you to enjoy, though. ^^ I actually do have ideas for the future, but I might post them on my ff.net account. If anyone wants, I'll post the link to it later.
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 03:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
(Anonymous) 2011-04-06 05:22 am (UTC)(link)Like the anon above said, it's so sad and hot at the same time. I liked seeing Emily's side of this, but baww... if they just knew, they're so close, yet so far away.
And if you do post more ideas, tell us <3 I'd love to read more of this AU.
Re: Passions Spent (Sequel) 1e/1 (Final)
(Anonymous) 2011-04-11 09:21 am (UTC)(link)PLEEEEEEAAAAASE? ;A;