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fic: awesome like a zombie attack
Title: awesome like a zombie attack
Series: Hetalia
Caracter/Pairing: America/Ukraine
Word count: 1124
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: kink meme: anyone/Ukraine, tittyfuck.
As a head's up for Ukraine's English: My headcanon states that the Baltics and Slavs tended to not speak English during the Cold War because it served as a reminder of America, which was a beserk button to Russia. Estonia learned English with his programing, Lithuania had already learned it well from Outsourcing, Latvia learned it from either Lithuania, Estonia or Sealand (or some combination of the three) but Ukraine was too busy with her own crises to ever learn it well, or too close to Russia to dare, so she still speaks it a bit brokenly.
(Though Everything Is Illuminated might have affected it too, with the Alex's mangling of English Jewish adventures through Ukraine ftw?.)
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It was hard to say how they got here: NATO was involved, there was almost another cold war, just without the 'cold' part and more with the 'nuclear' part and zombies attacked at one point.
Ok, there weren't any zombies, but it would've been awesome if there had been. He'd have shotgunned them and boom, headshot! And she would've been at his side, hero and heroine, and he'd have saved the day. Like heroes do. But there wasn't, and not even zombies hordes were as awesome as what was happening to him. Though, he wasn't sure that awesome, as er, awesome a word it was, summed up the feeling of her breasts about his cock. She was even a bit shy as his whole cock was enveloped between in her pillowy, beautiful tracts of land. She brought those perfect breasts around him, holding them together and rubbed them up and down, up and down. America wasn't sure he even had any blood left in his brain, considering how hard he was. At the same time she and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed like she was getting off on shoving his cock between her breasts and licking him as much as he was. Fuck, she was cute. Cute little headband, cute little blond hair pushed behind her ear. Also her amazing curves, which beared repeating for they were as the guys on TF2 would say epic.
He was sitting bolstered by pillows with its Superman sheets and Batman pillowcases which England said were childish and stupid but she thought were totally rad – or maybe more along the line of 'cute'. Whatever, she'd said she liked heroes very much and wished Baltic region could have one around. He was really all too happy to oblige, even if Russia didn't like it.
She was there, bent before him in all her glory, giving him the titfuck of his life. In the top ten awesome moments of his life, he was sure this would be right up there with landing on the fucking moon. And then bombing it, but that was later. He was grunting now, breathing ragged. His cock was twitching. On one hand, he wanted desperately to come, on the other, he wanted to show her how long he could last—
Her breasts won out, and with a rush he came. Right over her face. White come dripped from her cheeks, it was even in her hair. He leaned up and pulled out some tissues right next to some lotion for the lonelier nights.
"Sorry, babe," he said.
He quickly wiped her clean, and she smiled up at him when he was done and the splooged tissues were in the trash. No hard feelings. Maybe she even liked having come on her face. He'd have to check later.
He sighed happily and laid back and she climbed up onto him until she was perched on his abdomen. His hands went straight to cup her ass, and she made a little giggly eee cry. They squirmed together, and her breasts bounced. Heaven was a busty Ukrainian girl. He was sure of it.
"You have nice chest too," She said, with a laugh. "Very strong."
She rubbed her hand appreciatively over his pectoral muscles, and even gave his biceps and squeeze, which was sort of like a mangrope, now that he thought of it.
"You should not be only one to have fun with chest." She held on to the headboard and began to rub her clit and pussy across his chest, and let out a cry of pure joy. It was slick, a bit sticky, and very warm. It lubricated the contact, making her slide over him all the better. He was close enough that he could watch what he usually missed: the folds of her pussy moving, the light tufts of curly unshaved hair which he found cute, and he throbbing red clit rubbing back and forth, back and forth against him. Her face was flushed, and she clung tight to the headboard as she rubbed. Her breasts jiggled as she moved on him, and he was hypnotized all over again by her fertile, voluptuous curves.
She was positioned at just such an angle that he could slip his fingers in, So he did, and she let out an appreciative moan of his name. She was even more wet, slippery and warm inside than the residue of her rubbing against him.
She turned at more of an angle now, so that the folds of her pussy with were spread and rubbing against him, and more pressure to her clit, and more space for him to explore inside her. She was a soft inside as out, and by now he probably smelled thoroughly like her musk. He always liked the smell of women though, so the thought of smelling like her is a pleasant one.
Her breaths were more erratic now, broken by gasps, and the rocking friction against him turned irregular. He kept thrusting his fingers in her, finding each secret spot until she let out a particularly loud cry. He kept on touching that sweet spot inside of her as she ground against him, becoming more and more desperate. She made a little gasps of nonsense words as she got closer. Nghh, uh-uh and sometimes even syllables that resembled his name.
She let out a lout cry as she came, clinging to the headboard and still rocking slowly against him as the orgasm shot through her. She clenched and spasmed about his fingers, but he didn't withdraw, and just stayed there, enjoying the feel of her enjoyment. She drooped, panting for a moment, and then let go of the headboard. She repositioned herself until she was curled at his side.
"That was, how you say, awesome, yes?" She said.
"Stole the words right out of my mouth, babe," he said.
Series: Hetalia
Caracter/Pairing: America/Ukraine
Word count: 1124
Rating: NC-17
Author's note: kink meme: anyone/Ukraine, tittyfuck.
As a head's up for Ukraine's English: My headcanon states that the Baltics and Slavs tended to not speak English during the Cold War because it served as a reminder of America, which was a beserk button to Russia. Estonia learned English with his programing, Lithuania had already learned it well from Outsourcing, Latvia learned it from either Lithuania, Estonia or Sealand (or some combination of the three) but Ukraine was too busy with her own crises to ever learn it well, or too close to Russia to dare, so she still speaks it a bit brokenly.
(Though Everything Is Illuminated might have affected it too, with the Alex's mangling of English Jewish adventures through Ukraine ftw?.)
--
It was hard to say how they got here: NATO was involved, there was almost another cold war, just without the 'cold' part and more with the 'nuclear' part and zombies attacked at one point.
Ok, there weren't any zombies, but it would've been awesome if there had been. He'd have shotgunned them and boom, headshot! And she would've been at his side, hero and heroine, and he'd have saved the day. Like heroes do. But there wasn't, and not even zombies hordes were as awesome as what was happening to him. Though, he wasn't sure that awesome, as er, awesome a word it was, summed up the feeling of her breasts about his cock. She was even a bit shy as his whole cock was enveloped between in her pillowy, beautiful tracts of land. She brought those perfect breasts around him, holding them together and rubbed them up and down, up and down. America wasn't sure he even had any blood left in his brain, considering how hard he was. At the same time she and looked up at him, her cheeks flushed like she was getting off on shoving his cock between her breasts and licking him as much as he was. Fuck, she was cute. Cute little headband, cute little blond hair pushed behind her ear. Also her amazing curves, which beared repeating for they were as the guys on TF2 would say epic.
He was sitting bolstered by pillows with its Superman sheets and Batman pillowcases which England said were childish and stupid but she thought were totally rad – or maybe more along the line of 'cute'. Whatever, she'd said she liked heroes very much and wished Baltic region could have one around. He was really all too happy to oblige, even if Russia didn't like it.
She was there, bent before him in all her glory, giving him the titfuck of his life. In the top ten awesome moments of his life, he was sure this would be right up there with landing on the fucking moon. And then bombing it, but that was later. He was grunting now, breathing ragged. His cock was twitching. On one hand, he wanted desperately to come, on the other, he wanted to show her how long he could last—
Her breasts won out, and with a rush he came. Right over her face. White come dripped from her cheeks, it was even in her hair. He leaned up and pulled out some tissues right next to some lotion for the lonelier nights.
"Sorry, babe," he said.
He quickly wiped her clean, and she smiled up at him when he was done and the splooged tissues were in the trash. No hard feelings. Maybe she even liked having come on her face. He'd have to check later.
He sighed happily and laid back and she climbed up onto him until she was perched on his abdomen. His hands went straight to cup her ass, and she made a little giggly eee cry. They squirmed together, and her breasts bounced. Heaven was a busty Ukrainian girl. He was sure of it.
"You have nice chest too," She said, with a laugh. "Very strong."
She rubbed her hand appreciatively over his pectoral muscles, and even gave his biceps and squeeze, which was sort of like a mangrope, now that he thought of it.
"You should not be only one to have fun with chest." She held on to the headboard and began to rub her clit and pussy across his chest, and let out a cry of pure joy. It was slick, a bit sticky, and very warm. It lubricated the contact, making her slide over him all the better. He was close enough that he could watch what he usually missed: the folds of her pussy moving, the light tufts of curly unshaved hair which he found cute, and he throbbing red clit rubbing back and forth, back and forth against him. Her face was flushed, and she clung tight to the headboard as she rubbed. Her breasts jiggled as she moved on him, and he was hypnotized all over again by her fertile, voluptuous curves.
She was positioned at just such an angle that he could slip his fingers in, So he did, and she let out an appreciative moan of his name. She was even more wet, slippery and warm inside than the residue of her rubbing against him.
She turned at more of an angle now, so that the folds of her pussy with were spread and rubbing against him, and more pressure to her clit, and more space for him to explore inside her. She was a soft inside as out, and by now he probably smelled thoroughly like her musk. He always liked the smell of women though, so the thought of smelling like her is a pleasant one.
Her breaths were more erratic now, broken by gasps, and the rocking friction against him turned irregular. He kept thrusting his fingers in her, finding each secret spot until she let out a particularly loud cry. He kept on touching that sweet spot inside of her as she ground against him, becoming more and more desperate. She made a little gasps of nonsense words as she got closer. Nghh, uh-uh and sometimes even syllables that resembled his name.
She let out a lout cry as she came, clinging to the headboard and still rocking slowly against him as the orgasm shot through her. She clenched and spasmed about his fingers, but he didn't withdraw, and just stayed there, enjoying the feel of her enjoyment. She drooped, panting for a moment, and then let go of the headboard. She repositioned herself until she was curled at his side.
"That was, how you say, awesome, yes?" She said.
"Stole the words right out of my mouth, babe," he said.