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Thursday, February 12, 2015

A Prussia Lemon -- Of Bondage

Character: Prussia

Fandom: Hetalia

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Prussia wakes up to a rather interesting surprise ;) Just a little quick smutty fill for Valentine’s Day!  You can expect several more of these over the next week or two :3


Gilbert woke up that morning feeling sore.  There wasn’t any reason for this that he could immediately recognize.  He hadn’t exercised recently or done anything to merit the sore feeling.  No, it wasn’t until he opened his eyes that he realized just why he felt the way he did – and that was about the time when he realized several other things, too.  He was handcuffed to the fucking bed.  And he had a raging hard on.
“What the fu-“
“Oh, you’re finally awake.  Took long enough.”
Immediately his gaze turned into a crimson glare that could have scorched right through hell itself if he had any mind for it, except his thoughts were currently focused on other things.  Things related to the fact that you were currently situated between his legs, stroking his cock and looking incredibly…well, sexy was a term reserved for moments where he was interested.  He was in no way interested right now.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, lifting his head to send his glare in your direction.  A quick tug at the cuffs on his wrists told him that there was no way he was getting free that easily.  That was also the moment he found that his ankles were bound too.  He couldn’t move.  He was at your mercy, so to speak, and he didn’t like it at all. 
“Let me go!” he snarled, teeth gnashing.  This wasn’t fun.  This wouldn’t be fun unless you were the one cuffed to the bed and he was the one inflicting torturous pleasure.  You only smiled happily and shook your head, squeezing the tip of his cock and chuckling when he hissed and bucked his hips.
“I don’t want to,” you shrugged, smile turning rather sinister, less happy.  There was a gleam in your eyes that told him he’d be better off treading through this situation carefully.  Except that Gilbert didn’t do careful, it didn’t have a place in his personality and probably never would.
He had not expected to wake up in such a manner.  It was disconcerting and a little humiliating.  Especially when you were smirking like that, looking so completely shameless in that outfit – the one that always made him rock hard in seconds, the one that hinted at leather and lace and all sorts of erotic things.  You hummed, bent over him, and noisily took him into your hot hot hot mouth -! 
“Nnnnggggm!” he moaned, blushing just as crimson as his glaring eyes.  God this wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t fair how amazing this felt.  It wasn’t fair that he almost (almost) liked this.  And it certainly wasn’t fair how you were just so good at making him want to come.  He bucked his hips again, partly because he needed to damn it, but mostly because he wanted you to choke on his cock and put his humiliation at rest.
“Mmm…don’t be like that, Gil,” you murmured, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and grinning wolfishly down at him.  “You can’t possibly admit that you don’t like this.” 
He could and he would have, fuck it all, but when he opened his mouth to do so you smirked and gave him a deliberately lonnngggg stroke that turned his rejection into something very different.  “Oh ffffuuuuckk…” he gasped, body arching into the air.  The handcuffs hurt when he twisted like that but he couldn’t help it, and the pain was coupled with an astounding amount of pleasure that made him crazy.
You bite back an amused laugh and tilted your head, a wicked gleam in your eyes.  “You were having a naughty dream weren’t you?” you wondered.  He must’ve been, with the noises he’d been making before he woke up.  It was to be expected.  You’d been very busy licking and sucking his cock to hardness after all.  But it still made his cheeks flare in that adorable, rare blush.  When he turned his head and refused to answer, you smirked wider.  “You kept panting and moaning…sort of like you’re doing now.  You like getting hard don’t you?  You like this torture even if you won’t admit it.”
He gritted his teeth and glared.  His voice was constricted, strained, and utterly aroused when he muttered a warning, “[Name]…”  But it only made you hotter, wetter, and more eager to continue this exquisite brand of insanity. 
You lowered your mouth down to his cock again, this time putting pressure on his hips so that he couldn’t buck them up.  The restraint angered him even as it pleased him – because how could he not be pleased, when you were so generously sucking him off?  His eyes fluttered closed and he held his breath, wondering if he should just let himself come and be done with it all.  But he had a feeling you wouldn’t let that happen: you had obviously taken a lot of time to plan this out.
You flipped his cock to the side and began sucking it sideways, tongue lapping over every inch of his hard length, teeth scraping none too gently, hot breath making him pound.  He couldn’t take this much longer.  He’d already been halfway there by the time he woke up, thanks to your earlier ministrations.  God, he wanted so much to come…and yet to end this torture made him somehow reluctant.  Which of course made him angry.
“I’m gonna get you back for this,” he growled hoarsely, trying to buck his hips again and failing when you intercepted the movement.  “When I get out of these handcuffs I’m gonna fuck you so fucking hard – nnnnnggg!”  Your mouth was around the entirety of him once more and it felt like a hot wet furnace and fuck, he was about to come – about to come all over you –
You pulled away before he could and he glared so furiously that for a brief moment, you were a little afraid.  But that moment passed too quickly and you smirked, shifting your body over his and touching him everywhere.  Your hands twisted his nipples and dug into his biceps.  Your tongue lapped at his chest and you bit into his neck.  And your core – fuck – it began to grind against his cock.  And you were so goddamned wet that he really thought he was going to die.
“Scheiße!” [1] he swore, arching up again.  This time he was relatively successful, as your hands have moved away from his hips.  Because of this he was able to buck his cock right up against your wet core for several moments of unadulterated relief, which of course didn’t last much longer than that.  You raised your hips higher into the air, out of his reach, and tsked.
“Naughty~” you scolded, eyes twinkling with such lust that he had to hold his breath.  Your mouth drifted close to his but you didn’t kiss him.  This wasn’t the time for sweet romantic gestures.  And when he glared and lifted his head to force his mouth against yours, the kiss was all teeth and held absolutely no trace of romance.  Not that you had a problem with this.
“Mmm,” you hummed, kissing back with equal ferocity.  Oh you liked this.  And you reckoned Gilbert did too, even though you knew he’d never admit to it.  “Tell me what you want to do when you get out of these,” you whispered, tugging at the handcuffs.  He nipped at your lip hard enough to draw blood and you gave a little yelp, leaning back and rubbing at the sore skin with a pout.  His eyes gleamed victoriously as his head fell back to the pillows, lip curling into a sneer.
“Why?  You want me to talk dirty?  I bet you’d like that wouldn’t you?” he scowled and you quirked a smile.
“Oh yes~  I’d like that very much,” you whispered, leaning back and sitting on his cock.  The pressure left him breathless, and it only got worse when you began to do that circling-grinding motion again.  Your eyes turned almost tender, sort of, and you murmured, “Tell me, Gilbert, and maybe I’ll let you do it.”
He grunted, pulling at the handcuffs again, trying to twist his ankles free as well.  Nothing worked.  And so with gleaming crimson eyes he muttered and low, husky, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for weeks – I’m gonna make you take my cock till you’re black and blue – and then I’m gonna have you choke on it and come down your fucking throat – you little fucking harlot – oh scheiße scheiße schei – “ 
He was inside you before he could finish talking, but not by his own account.  No, you were fucking him yourself, sinking down on his stiff length with a moan, twisting your hips around his cock and reaching up to touch your bare breasts, which hung out of your outfit and made him frightfully aroused.  His hips bucked again and you moaned louder, but didn’t hurry your pace.  If he thought having you suck him off was torture, then this must have been hell itself come to knock on his door.  He couldn’t even fucking breathe.
He tried to buck his hips again and the insolent move had the reverse effect, because you lifted your lips right off of him and his member sprang back up against his stomach, dripping with your juices.  This time, his glare was more a mix between anger and fierce desire, squarely hitting him in the chest and knocking against his lungs.
“What do you want from me?” he half demanded, half begged, and cursed himself fitfully afterwards.  He had no idea his voice could take to such a sound: all helpless and pleading.  It was unnerving and highly uncharacteristic.  But you only smiled, body pounding with arousal at the sound, at the sight, at everything.  It was more erotic than anything you’d ever experienced.
“…Wellll,” you sighed, sinking your fingers into your core and letting him watch you swirl them over your wetness.  His throat tightened at the sight, the veins bulging into plain sight as he swallowed thickly.  When you lifted your fingers and circled your juices around a nipple, he looked like he was about ready to pounce on you, if only he could move.  “I suppose I want you to say…please.”  You smirked and he scowled.
“No fucking way – “  his voice merged into a hiss of pleasure and anger as you reached down to stroke his cock again.  Your juices were all over it and his length slid very easily through your fingers, up and down and up and down, until he was gasping and panting on the mattress.  He felt like he was about to break, and yet the end wouldn’t come – couldn’t, until he did as you asked and begged for it.  And that was why, moments later, he buried his face into his arm and muttered a very shameful, “…Fine!  Fine…” a pause, a deep breath, and, “…bitte.  Bitte fick mich.”  [2] He felt like he would die from the embarrassment.
You shrugged, leaned backward, and began to untie his ankles.  Then you did the same for his wrists, uncuffing them one by one until he was gloriously free – and as soon as he was, Gilbert let out a furious growl and threw you onto your back, giving you absolutely no warning as he flung your legs apart and buried his stiff, aching cock as deeply into your folds as he could.
It was your turn to writhe beneath him, gasping up at the rough dominating way he fucked you.  It was animalistic by nature, devoid of soft gentle loving.  It was so bruising in its simplicity that you could only lay there and take it, watching through half-lidded eyes as Gilbert growled down at you and slammed his length into you again and again without mercy.
“Oh God yes!” you cried, hands flying above your head to grasp at the bedposts.  Your hips jerked up to clash with his – and what a clashing it was.  His every thrust was not a thrust but instead a pounding raging whirlwind of force and utter destruction.  He pinned your hips down at every pass, slamming into you so hard and fast that you couldn’t hope to keep up, and then suddenly it was all over.  But not quite in the way you’d imagined it.
He’d promised you two things.  One of them he’d already fulfilled, and the other he would fulfill now.  In seconds, his cock was out of you and was positioned at your mouth, his fingers clenching down on your chin and pulling your mouth open as he ordered, “Suck it, Frau. [3]  Suck it till your throat is raw.”  And God you did.
He shoved his cock into your mouth and didn’t stop there.  It pushed into your throat before you were really prepared for it, and with watering eyes you choked, gasped, and sucked.  Sucked like you’d never done before, with a fury and a passion that made Gilbert’s eyes roll back into his head as he forcefully jerked his member into your mouth again and again.
He came like that, moments later, to the sight of your lips wrapped around his girth and your nostrils flaring.  And when he spilled his seed down your throat and watched you choke on it all again, he finally drew back and smirked.  You were beyond breathless, and lay gasping and utterly wrecked on the mattress.  Before you could so much as regain your bearings, though, Gilbert was forcing your wrists up and you heard the sound of the handcuffs locking you in place.  Well fuck it all.
You pouted and said hoarsely, voice raw, “Gilbert…I’m still horny.”  You hadn’t come yet and you were still pounding and feeling incomplete.  But he only smirked, his cock limp from the amazing orgasm he’d just had, and tilted his head.
“Oh really?  Maybe if you beg for it I’ll give you what you want,” he said tauntingly.  The torture was only just beginning and you were never going to make it out alive.

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Translations:
[1] scheiße … shit
[2] …bitte.  Bitte fick mich … please.  Please fuck me
[3] Frau … woman

16 comments:

  1. Jfc yas. All of the yes. More bondage stuff pls♥

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  2. Aw, why'd ya have to release him? cx Still awesomely written. Though I would have loved it even more if you got to take full advantage of him.

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  3. Fifty shades of Prussia XD do another one like this.. Maybe Spain x reader ?

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    1. Yes. I like you how you think. Hmm I will think about this!

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  4. Whoa O///O this one was heavy, but still amazing. Keep it up, and more bondage stuff please!

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  5. Well now.... time for a cold shower! (o^^o)

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  6. Can you please continue this?! Its too amazing for words and i cant stop reading it. Its becoming my bed time story……

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    1. :D I do believe a sequel is in order. I'll see what I can do ;)

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    2. Reading you say theres a possible sequel is like waking up to a mountain of gifts on christmas morning! (〜^∇^)〜☆\(^ω^\)

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  7. Happy to hear of the possibility of a sequel. I love this story very much and would love to see more in the future.

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  8. Damn... Prussia, chill.
    I love it~ 🙏🙏

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  9. Omg i...i...MEIN GOTT PRUSSIA *nosebleeds* :3 great job strangely overcast!

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  10. PLEASE MAKE A SEQUAL!!!

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  11. OML PLEASE MAKE A PART 2 I WILL DIE OF HAPPINESS

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