fic: In Lulz We Trust
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bonnefoisTitle: In Lulz We Trust
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Prussia/America
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1311
Author's note: kink meme: any/any, character yells our random names as they fuck which aren't actual people names, and it's just because they like yelling names. Kink bingo: spanking/paddling.
Content warning for fairly minor verbal humiliation. Actually it's more talking smack but I just had to throw that out there.
I think the mentioned parody was called "True Naruto Style" and it was the third episode which was incidentally, about Sex Ed. Don't quote me on the name, though, as I'm only going from memory as that flash is on my laptop which is still in the shop.
And yes, their exchange is based on lyrics.
Oh, and the hotboxing I'm referring to is the act of farting and then holding someone down under the covers, thus trapping them Not the act of closing all the windows of a car while smoking pot to catch the second-hand pot smoke.
*
So the place was a mess, and the sheets were too, but it was cool because Prussia never gave a shit about things like that. It was Saturday night and they were fucking around like usual. Except this time Jedi swords weren't involved. For once.
America was laying on his stomach while was on his knees just over him on the bed. He still had on his fucking sexy leather gloves, and inexplicably, one of America's old cowboy hats.
Yeah, they'd drunk that beer all right. It was awesome.
"What's mah name, bitch?" Prussia said in this perfect Ibiki-from-that-Naruto-parody voice.
"Ooh, Hinata~" America said, wiggling his butt in what he assumed was a totally rad seductive pose.
"Wroooong!" Prussia said. He brought his hand down on America's ass, and America felt that sweet burn spread over him. He cried out, lifted his ass higher for more abuse.
"I'll say it again What's my name, bitch?!"
"Go, Go Power Rangers!" America said, unable to keep himself from laughing as Prussia brought down his hand in two rapid slaps on his ass.
"Fuck you, man, I'm telling you to say my name," Prussia said, his voice sort of turning all desperate and even almost whiny.
America did a pelvic thrust and honestly thought about saying his name for about two seconds before he cried out with Tony Stark! instead.
"Okay, you aren't even trying, you bitch," Prusisa said. He hit three times this round. By now, there just had to be hand-shaped bruises on his ass, and America could not quite put into words how hot that was. Largely because he was a little drunk, but also because it was really, really fucking hot, okay. He did his best buttwiggle and Prussia let out this fucking sexy groan.
"Fuck, you have the sluttiest ass I've ever seen," Prussia said.
"Dude, you hang out with France," America said.
"Okay, the sluttiest ass outside of France, Poland and maybe Greece if he's drunk enough. Still, that's pretty slutty on the range of sluttiness."
"Fff, you wish your ass was as slutty and awesome as mine," America said, wiggling his fine American ass at him some more.
"Say my name, you sluttyass bitch," Prussia said, his voice waayy too fond to be pulling off any hardcore humiliation. The alcohol helped.
"Sheniqua!"
"Sheniqua don't live here no more," Prussia said in this mock serious voice which had America bursting out laughing again. He slammed down his hand, hitting harder than ever and America squealed, the rush of pleasure and pain going through him.
"Sheniqua!" he cried again, louder this time.
"Shaniqua don't live here no more!" Prussia said again, and this time it was this really sexy guttural growl. Damn if Prussia couldn't be a hardass bitch when he wanted to.
"Is Sheniqua here? Hell no!" Prussia bellowed. He spread America's legs wide and shoved some lubed fingers into him. America could do little more than whimper and beg like a little slut as Prussia shoved his fingers in, straight to his prostate. Fuck it was awesome. His fingers were thick and scarred, and he wasn't gentle at all. Even when it was quick, America was coming too hard to care that they didn't have ten hours of lovemaking or something.
"My name," Prussia said again. "Say it now."
"Sheniqua!" America said, and Prussia shoved his fingers down so deep so hard it was just fucking awesome and amazing and totally rad.
"Oh fuck you, I see you need to be fucked like a little bitch until you remember my name, huh? Well I can do that," Prussia said. He pulled out his fingers and America let out a moan so slutty, it would've made France proud. He soon replaced it with his cock which was seriously fucking big. America gripped the sheets, lifting up his ass to be more thoroughly fucked He kept having little laugh-hiccups of Sh-Sh-Sh as Prussia thrust into him, pushing him down hard against the mattress. He was gripping onto his hair and pulling it, with a low fucking sexy whisper of Say my name, bitch in his ear as he thrust in deep.
America couldn't make much more than little incoherent whimpering moans because fuck if his cock wasn't stretching him in all the best ways. The bed was sounding like they were fucking killing it with all the weird noises it was making. Which wasn't surprising as Prussia was fucking him like some kind of fucking machine, thrusting in and gripping his skin, biting and pulling his hair back.
He was feral, animalistic and fucking awesome and America couldn't get enough. Seriously, he could live off of Prussia hot dickings from here to eternity or something. Ah, it made his mind numb and his body even sluttier, if that was possible. And yeah, soon he was feeling that pressure coming up because Prussia was awesome and so efficient with his hot dickings, he could get America off in half the time other guys could and he'd come harder too.
"Sheniqua!" America cried as Prussia slammed him into the mattress one last time, both of them coming pretty close together.
"Oh fuck you and your ponies," Prussia said. He didn't roll off, but instead did his best to keep America pinned down, his cock still inside him, though no longer hard. It was saying something that he could even keep America down at all.
"I am going to kill you, then I'm going to hotbox you," Prussia said.
"Shouldn't you Hotbox me before you kill me?"
"Details, fucking details," Prussia said, waving his hand. "Besides, you always respawn on Halo about two seconds latter, so it hardly counts. So I'll just have to keep killing to you until you stop failing so fucking hard."
"Oh, I thought you meant like, for real and shit," America said, shrugging. "And what the fuck, I don't fail!"
"Fff, didn't know you were into snuff, man," Prussia said. "And you totally do. You can't even remember the name of the awesome me, what are you, fucking senile?"
"Fine, geez, you whiny bitch. Prussia Sheniqua Broseveelt topped me today, and it was awesome," America said in exasperation.
Prussia narrowed his eyes and flipped America over. "You better fucking remember it." Prussia said in a voice so savage he felt like he could come all over. But then he caught side of the bedside Jedi clock and realized this was no time for fucking around, not when his show was on.
"Ooh, Ponies are on," America said. He reached for the controller and turned on the TV where the ponies were in all their sparkly pastel glory romping around in friendship and magic.
"Fuck yeah, ponies," Prussia said, and sat down to partake in the watching of a children's show, which was in no way not manly and definitely not lacking in awesome. Or something.
Series: Hetalia
Character/Pairing: Prussia/America
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1311
Author's note: kink meme: any/any, character yells our random names as they fuck which aren't actual people names, and it's just because they like yelling names. Kink bingo: spanking/paddling.
Content warning for fairly minor verbal humiliation. Actually it's more talking smack but I just had to throw that out there.
I think the mentioned parody was called "True Naruto Style" and it was the third episode which was incidentally, about Sex Ed. Don't quote me on the name, though, as I'm only going from memory as that flash is on my laptop which is still in the shop.
And yes, their exchange is based on lyrics.
Oh, and the hotboxing I'm referring to is the act of farting and then holding someone down under the covers, thus trapping them Not the act of closing all the windows of a car while smoking pot to catch the second-hand pot smoke.
*
So the place was a mess, and the sheets were too, but it was cool because Prussia never gave a shit about things like that. It was Saturday night and they were fucking around like usual. Except this time Jedi swords weren't involved. For once.
America was laying on his stomach while was on his knees just over him on the bed. He still had on his fucking sexy leather gloves, and inexplicably, one of America's old cowboy hats.
Yeah, they'd drunk that beer all right. It was awesome.
"What's mah name, bitch?" Prussia said in this perfect Ibiki-from-that-Naruto-parody voice.
"Ooh, Hinata~" America said, wiggling his butt in what he assumed was a totally rad seductive pose.
"Wroooong!" Prussia said. He brought his hand down on America's ass, and America felt that sweet burn spread over him. He cried out, lifted his ass higher for more abuse.
"I'll say it again What's my name, bitch?!"
"Go, Go Power Rangers!" America said, unable to keep himself from laughing as Prussia brought down his hand in two rapid slaps on his ass.
"Fuck you, man, I'm telling you to say my name," Prussia said, his voice sort of turning all desperate and even almost whiny.
America did a pelvic thrust and honestly thought about saying his name for about two seconds before he cried out with Tony Stark! instead.
"Okay, you aren't even trying, you bitch," Prusisa said. He hit three times this round. By now, there just had to be hand-shaped bruises on his ass, and America could not quite put into words how hot that was. Largely because he was a little drunk, but also because it was really, really fucking hot, okay. He did his best buttwiggle and Prussia let out this fucking sexy groan.
"Fuck, you have the sluttiest ass I've ever seen," Prussia said.
"Dude, you hang out with France," America said.
"Okay, the sluttiest ass outside of France, Poland and maybe Greece if he's drunk enough. Still, that's pretty slutty on the range of sluttiness."
"Fff, you wish your ass was as slutty and awesome as mine," America said, wiggling his fine American ass at him some more.
"Say my name, you sluttyass bitch," Prussia said, his voice waayy too fond to be pulling off any hardcore humiliation. The alcohol helped.
"Sheniqua!"
"Sheniqua don't live here no more," Prussia said in this mock serious voice which had America bursting out laughing again. He slammed down his hand, hitting harder than ever and America squealed, the rush of pleasure and pain going through him.
"Sheniqua!" he cried again, louder this time.
"Shaniqua don't live here no more!" Prussia said again, and this time it was this really sexy guttural growl. Damn if Prussia couldn't be a hardass bitch when he wanted to.
"Is Sheniqua here? Hell no!" Prussia bellowed. He spread America's legs wide and shoved some lubed fingers into him. America could do little more than whimper and beg like a little slut as Prussia shoved his fingers in, straight to his prostate. Fuck it was awesome. His fingers were thick and scarred, and he wasn't gentle at all. Even when it was quick, America was coming too hard to care that they didn't have ten hours of lovemaking or something.
"My name," Prussia said again. "Say it now."
"Sheniqua!" America said, and Prussia shoved his fingers down so deep so hard it was just fucking awesome and amazing and totally rad.
"Oh fuck you, I see you need to be fucked like a little bitch until you remember my name, huh? Well I can do that," Prussia said. He pulled out his fingers and America let out a moan so slutty, it would've made France proud. He soon replaced it with his cock which was seriously fucking big. America gripped the sheets, lifting up his ass to be more thoroughly fucked He kept having little laugh-hiccups of Sh-Sh-Sh as Prussia thrust into him, pushing him down hard against the mattress. He was gripping onto his hair and pulling it, with a low fucking sexy whisper of Say my name, bitch in his ear as he thrust in deep.
America couldn't make much more than little incoherent whimpering moans because fuck if his cock wasn't stretching him in all the best ways. The bed was sounding like they were fucking killing it with all the weird noises it was making. Which wasn't surprising as Prussia was fucking him like some kind of fucking machine, thrusting in and gripping his skin, biting and pulling his hair back.
He was feral, animalistic and fucking awesome and America couldn't get enough. Seriously, he could live off of Prussia hot dickings from here to eternity or something. Ah, it made his mind numb and his body even sluttier, if that was possible. And yeah, soon he was feeling that pressure coming up because Prussia was awesome and so efficient with his hot dickings, he could get America off in half the time other guys could and he'd come harder too.
"Sheniqua!" America cried as Prussia slammed him into the mattress one last time, both of them coming pretty close together.
"Oh fuck you and your ponies," Prussia said. He didn't roll off, but instead did his best to keep America pinned down, his cock still inside him, though no longer hard. It was saying something that he could even keep America down at all.
"I am going to kill you, then I'm going to hotbox you," Prussia said.
"Shouldn't you Hotbox me before you kill me?"
"Details, fucking details," Prussia said, waving his hand. "Besides, you always respawn on Halo about two seconds latter, so it hardly counts. So I'll just have to keep killing to you until you stop failing so fucking hard."
"Oh, I thought you meant like, for real and shit," America said, shrugging. "And what the fuck, I don't fail!"
"Fff, didn't know you were into snuff, man," Prussia said. "And you totally do. You can't even remember the name of the awesome me, what are you, fucking senile?"
"Fine, geez, you whiny bitch. Prussia Sheniqua Broseveelt topped me today, and it was awesome," America said in exasperation.
Prussia narrowed his eyes and flipped America over. "You better fucking remember it." Prussia said in a voice so savage he felt like he could come all over. But then he caught side of the bedside Jedi clock and realized this was no time for fucking around, not when his show was on.
"Ooh, Ponies are on," America said. He reached for the controller and turned on the TV where the ponies were in all their sparkly pastel glory romping around in friendship and magic.
"Fuck yeah, ponies," Prussia said, and sat down to partake in the watching of a children's show, which was in no way not manly and definitely not lacking in awesome. Or something.
