hetalia_kink | Hetalia kink meme part 27

Hetalia kink meme part 27

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“Sweden, help me out,” Finland said unclearly, and Denmark opened his eyes – he wasn’t really sure when they had closed – to see what they were doing, but the answer came in the form of two pairs of hands on his shoulders, big on his left and smaller on his right, hoisting him up to a semi-sitting position. When he leaned back, he found Sweden there, suddenly bracketing him with his legs and supporting his back with his broad chest.

“Better, right?” Finland asked from his right. Denmark turned to look at him, but Sweden fisted his hair and turned his head back to Norway.

Norway, who was looking at him while Iceland mouthed at his neck, dark eyes lust-blown but clear as ever. Denmark snapped his hips up more forcefully, his hands now clenching down on Sweden’s knees. The Swede bit his neck, and he cursed, struggling to keep his eyes on Norway, who was breathing fast and heavy through his mouth, his fingers twitching against Denmark’s chest and in Iceland’s hair.

A familiar, hot tingling feeling started in Denmark’s toes and began quickly crawling up his legs, and he thrusted even sharper. Norway pressed down on his cock, hanging on to Iceland’s neck now.

“C’mon, Den,” he said lowly, clenching his inner muscles around him. The warm feeling reached Denmark’s cock and exploded into white-hot pleasure as he came, moaning. Norway’s eyes fluttered shut.

Denmark kept stutteringly bucking up into him, his legs shaky, but eventually he went limp against Sweden’s chest, his head lolling onto the man’s shoulder. “Fuck,” he breathed. Sweden licked up his sweaty neck, sucked on the junction of his jaw, and he shuddered. Turned his head to capture the man’s mouth.

Norway pulled off his softening dick. He ran a hand down his chest lightly, and Denmark looked up at him to see him nod.

“So who’s next?” Finland asked.

The Norwegian nation looked contemplative for a few seconds, glancing between Finland and Iceland, and eventually said, “Ice, come on.”

“Yes,” the young man breathed, leaning forward to push his brother down in a beautiful tangle of pale limbs, crushing their mouths together.

It was a thing with Iceland and Norway to go slow, and deep, but they both seemed to want something different this time, because Iceland pulled away from Norway soon, grabbing the man’s waist to pull his ass up. They locked eyes, and some sort of unspoken assent must have passed between them, because Iceland carefully lined himself up with Norway’s hole and pushed in. His cock was thinner than both Denmark’s and Sweden’s, so he slid in without a problem. Norway hooked his legs over the man’s shoulders.

Iceland set a fast pace immediately, not wasting time with starting slow. Norway reached up to his shoulders to pull him closer, in doing so folding his legs over his chest.

“Harder, Ice, come on.”

Denmark groaned when he felt his cock give an interested twitch, and Finland cursed next to him. He kind of wanted to lean over to the Finn to suck his cock or maybe just kiss him, but he also didn’t really want to miss any of this. The decision was made for him when he felt Sweden crane his neck to kiss Finland, and Denmark got the brilliant idea to wrap his hand around the man’s dick. Finland whimpered a little.

Iceland leaned even more over Norway, speeding up his thrusts. After he rearranged his legs, Norway suddenly cried out and threw his head back.

“Fuck, Iceland, fuck, please,” he panted, and yes, finally the composure had broken. Iceland gasped and squeezed his eyes shut. His hair was falling in his red face and his back muscles were straining visibly. Norway’s legs were twitching against his brother, his toes curling. “Fuck,” came out as a half-sob.

Finland cursed, too.

Norway couldn’t stop talking now that he had started, babbling nonsense in several languages at his brother. Iceland, on the other hand, was quiet, only panting as he rammed into Norway.

“Denmark,” Finland whispered, as if he were afraid to break the moment, “could you let go of my dick?”

“Huh.” Oh. Denmark removed his clenching hand from Finland’s erection. “Sorry Fin.”

Norway let out another broken sob, and came, spilling himself in long ropes over his chest on a curse. Iceland’s rhythm slowed, but Norway urged him to keep going.

“Are – you – sure?” Iceland panted.

“Fucking yes, come on.”

So he sped back up, and Norway clawed at the pillows as he panted. The other three watched them, entranced.

After a while, an, “Oh shit?” slipped out of Iceland’s mouth, and he stopped moving altogether. Norway sobbed again, clawing at his brother’s shoulders.

They stayed like that for a while, in some sort of weird orgasmic stasis, and then Iceland released a deep breath and pulled out of Norway. Finland was in his place in an instant. He leaned over Norway to mouth at his limp cock and pushed two fingers into his ass, collecting the come that came trickling out and – holy fuck – pushing it back in. It was one of the dirtiest things Denmark had ever seen, and that said a lot. Sweden breathed in heavily next to his ear.

“I know,” Denmark told him in a whisper.

Finland grinned against Norway. He moved down to mouth at his balls, to run his tongue over his perineum and across his abused hole. Then he pushed his hands under Norway’s ass to elevate him a little.

“Oh fuck,” Norway panted. Finland pointed his tongue to gather up more come and push it back inside him.

Denmark was actually getting hard again, and he was pretty sure the same thing was happening to Sweden, as well as Norway. Iceland, meanwhile, was apparently dead in the pillow mountain. He wasn’t moving a muscle.

“Finland,” Norway gasped. “Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” Finland asked.

“Yes,” he answered decisively. His cock was not fully soft anymore, but not really hard either.

Finland nodded and straightened. He kept his eyes firmly on Norway while he pushed his cock – thicker again than Iceland’s, but considerably shorter – into him. Norway’s face went slack, his slender legs falling to the sides as Finland thrusted slowly but deeply.

Denmark lost sight of them for a moment when Sweden’s large hand closed around his own cock.

Then, the man’s chin on his shoulder and his deep voice in Denmark’s ear, “Be nice if we were all finished at some point, hm?”

“Hm,” he agreed, groping blindly behind his ass for Sweden’s cock and closing his fingers around it.

When he turned his attention back to the others, Iceland had turned on his back and was watching as well. Watching Finland slowly fuck Norway, whose cock was now well on its way to full hardness again. Finland had to be restraining himself, if Denmark knew him – which he did.

Sweden pushed his thumb down on the head of Denmark’s cock, exactly the way he liked.

“Ya can go faster, Fin,” Norway said, and Finland hummed and sped up a little. His hands were fitted around Norway’s hips, thumbs stroking softly. Reassuringly. Norway closed his own hands over them. It was strangely artistic, the bend of his back and the hazy glaze in his violet-eyes. Denmark was sure that he’d be able to create something based on moments like this, if he were so inclined.

Sweden groaned lowly against his neck, his hand tightening marginally. Denmark did his best to reciprocate.

“Faster,” Norway said again. His cock was fully hard again, curving against his stomach.

“Don’t know if I can last long if I do that,” Finland confessed.

“I don’t care,” Norway said, unclasping one of his hand’s from the Finn to stroke his own cock. “I want to feel ya.”

Finland took a deep breath and angled himself to thrust faster. Norway’s hand sped up in time, and so did Sweden’s fingers around Denmark’s dick. Iceland ran thin fingers over Finland’s back aimlessly, coming up beside him and whispering in his ear.

Everyone moved, all at their own pace and still in sync – which was kind of the way it always was with them.

Until Finland came undone, shuddering heavily and doubling over Norway’s heaving chest. Sweden followed, coming hot and slick against Denmark’s back, breathing hot in his ear. But his hand never stopped, and neither did Norway’s, soon assisted by Finland’s.

They came at almost the same time, Norway a split second before Denmark, cutting off a sound that was half-gasp, half-sob and twitching against Finland. Denmark cursed and spilled himself over Sweden’s hand, and the large Swede bit his neck once more. They both fell back limply after that, Denmark on Sweden and Norway on the pillows.

Finland pulled his dick out of Norway, looked down, and smiled. He ran a finger around the rim of the Norwegian nation’s hole and then pushed it in, almost as if he wanted to keep the come inside him. Norway whimpered. Iceland shuffled over to his head to kiss his forehead, his cheeks. Denmark extracted himself from what quickly becoming an infamous Sweden bear hug to do the same thing, and kissing Iceland on the lips afterwards. Sweden ended up next to Finland, running a hand over Norway’s leg slowly.

“So,” Denmark started after a few moments of content silence, “Nor, is this what ya wanted?”

“Mmyes,” Norway replied. He opened his eyes. “Thank you.”

Finland pulled his finger out of him. “It was our pleasure, right?”

“Definitely,” Denmark agreed.

“Hm,” said Sweden, in a tone that anyone would understand as ‘you’re-absolutely-right’.

Iceland smiled.

Norway slowly closed his legs, propped himself up on shaky elbows. “I get the first shower.”

“Definitely,” Denmark repeated. He hoped he wouldn’t have to wait until last shower this time. “We’ll call takeout so you can pick it up when you’re done.”

He smiled.

“Till next year, right guys?” Denmark asked. “Who’s gonna be in charge then?”

They all looked at each other for a while, and eventually Iceland said, “That’d be me, I think.”

Finland raised an eyebrow. “You’ve got a lot to top, Ice.”

Iceland huffed a laugh. “I like the sound of that. We’ll see.”

Norway rolled over and began crawling off the pillow mountain. “I’m gonna go shower. Please don’t order anything with mushrooms.”

When he had left the room, Finland turned to Denmark and asked, “You’re gonna order a mushroom pizza, aren’t you?”

Denmark smirked. “I love ya guys.”

The end.

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So, hey, you’ve reached the end, hope you liked it. Warning for slightly less long note.
I have the tendency to make Finland swear a whole fucking lot, as you’ve maybe noticed. And also to give him tattoos and make him wear band shirts. (I was thinking of Sonata Arctica, but feel free to substitute another ‘vague’ Finnish band.) Finland is a total badass in my book. (Also, haha, ‘fucking machine’ can be read in two ways, both of which are appropriate, given the circumstances.)
Oh, and I kinda ripped off the catalogue of Swedish ‘hm’s from an old Italy/Germany/Prussia fill where Germany had a catalogue of weird Italian intonations. I can’t find the link right now, but it was called ‘To love, to hold, to fuck things up’. It stuck with me.
I don’t know why this thing decided to focus itself on Denmark, but it happened. Denmark was the only one of the Nordics I’ve never actually written before (except as a side character), so that was an adventure. It was about halfway through that I finally found his voice. It’s like a mix between my Tony Stark and my Veneziano, weirdly enough. This whole story was an adventure, really. Over 9000 words of porn. It’s not as filthy as I would have liked, but there’s a limit to my ability to write that, apparently. Fivesomes are much harder than threesomes and foursomes! Both the four- and threesome I’ve written included Spain and Romano, now that I think about it. Anyway, now I have to write a sixsome to continue on my road to— Hey, why am I in this handbasket? What’s happening?
Farewell!

Not OP, but
Anon.
Let me love you, Anon.
This was so. fucking. perfect.
It's like all my dreams I ever had came true.
The smut is hot as fuck and they are so IC and I just can't.
*cries tears of joy*

I'm so sorry it took me so long to come back and see this-- but.

Oh my god. I gave you a shittily worded prompt and you hit like almost every single thing I had even imagined for this. And also this was ridiculously hot and ridiculously in character and yet somehow even better than the ridiculous porn I thought I would be getting. Holy. Shit. Yes.

Yeah. So I'm just going to quietly melt into a little ball of incoherency here then, I guess....

OP! Thanks for the comment! Don't worry, you weren't late at all.

I'm glad you liked it, and the other anon as well. Especially that it's in character means a lot to me. (: It's easy to fall into the same patterns when writing sex, without really paying attention to the characters, so yay!

...hot damn, anon. That was great! *Fans self*

okay, now i REALLLY wanna read what happen the next year with Ice in charge xDDD
or the year before with Fin ordering around everyone... or the year of Sve...
OH GOD PLEASE MAKE SERIES OUT OF IT!!!!!!!
title could be "five years of nordic 5" xDDDDD

that was really the best gangbang i was ever allowed to read <333333
you have all of my thanks a love for it author-sama!!! */////*

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