China x America :3
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Just a little PWP I word-vomited overnight in the old RoChu figureskating!AU instead of doing my homework. Homework that is worth 50%. Each. Eh priorities. Hope you enjoy.
Title: Waltz For One Pt. 2
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Canada, China, General Winter, Russia; Russia/China
Warnings: Brief masturbation.
Summary: Ivan, and up-and-comer in the figure skating scene, hopes to meet his childhood hero.
Somehow I can’t seem to write Ivan without pulling on aspects from the sexyblogger!AU anymore. Also does anyone even remember my OTP is RoChu asdfghjkl;
Ivan will always remember the winter of 1998. It was a bitterly cold day, and he was on his way home from school when he caught sight of a television playing in the window of a shop. He slowed to watch the screen in idle curiosity, stopping before he passed the window altogether, and turned to watch it with his full attention.
China was quietly tending to his potted plants when a familiar body weight suddenly draped itself over his shoulders.
“Yao,” a warm breath played against his ear, “I’ve missed you.”
China stiffened as a gloved hand began undoing the top clasps of his shirt. “Did you miss me?” The question was punctuated by slow, lazy kisses on his exposed collar bone.
“Ivan, get off aru!” China yelled, freeing himself from the Russian.
Russia grinned mischievously, watching China give him a cute little glare. He barely heard the older man scold him, his eyes following the delicate hands buttoning back up the tantalizing skin. “What are you doing here aru? I thought I told you to call before you visit!”
With the last clasp safely buttoned, Russia sighed, finally raising his eyes to meet the accusing gaze of China’s. “I thought I would surprise you.”
“Well stop it aru! I don’t like surprises! You know how much stuff we have to deal with every time we-“
China could only gape with his mouth before Russia pushed him against the wall, trapping him with his body. The larger man had cupped China’s head and waist with his hands to absorb most of the impact. While China appreciated the consideration, he still disliked the rough handling and the almost intimate position Russia placed them in. Despite the many of layer of clothing separating them, he could feel the Russian’s heat burning him. Their bodies shifted closer, tighter; a small inaudible gasp escaped China’s lips.
“Yao…,” he heard Russia’s husky voice call from above his head. China hesitated. His body was already anticipating- already memorized and familiar with the larger nation’s body warmth. If he looked up, if he didn’t steel his resolve, he knew where this would be headed. Nothing would get done then. The papers that needed he needed to go over and sign, the people he needed to meet, the dinner, the cleaning….
Russia’s thumb circled his hips round and round, hypnotizing him with comforting tenderness. “Yao,” Russia softly said again.
China lifted his head, watching Russia not with wary but enchantment.
Russia smiled. He didn’t know whether to be flattered or disappointed that China had become so easy to seduce. Where did the challenge go?
Summary: “You’re not porcelain, you’re not delicate,” Ivan panted in his ears, “You’re mine.”
He was feminine in both his looks and demeanor. Quiet and unassuming with his delicate face, people often assumed he was a woman.
Hush, you’re wrong. Yao’s a man!
Despite the truth spilling out like ink on canvas, it was hard to see the Chinese as anything but female. They were blinded by his long, silk hair framing the ever soft, ethereal face. It didn’t help that he was small, his body supple and smooth to the touch. He lacked the curves of a woman, yes, but he was such a slender man it made no difference. His footsteps were dainty, small and soundless, but his hips swayed with his every step. Man or not, he elicited an image of an ideal lover.
In the sunlight, he glowed with youthful health. When the sun set and the moon rose, in the moonlight his skin turned translucent like snow. Like a dream, like the wings of a butterfly, touch him and it seemed like he would break.
A doll made of glass, he needed gentle care, a feather light hand. Careful, careful, they whispered. He’s fragile, brittle, and frail. A little pressure, a little crack on that unmarred skin and he would shatter into tiny broken pieces.
A scream echoed loudly in the starless night sky. Arching his swan like neck, Yao screamed again as Ivan shoved another finger into his entrance.
Watching the petite man toss and turn beneath him with no escape, Ivan couldn’t help but grin sadistically. With no preparation or care, he began spreading the tight muscle wrapped around his fingers like velvet. He pulled out, painfully slow- heard Yao’s cry- and thrust his fingers back in with a laugh.
Yao sobbed, his hips involuntarily pushing back against Ivan’s invasion. The pressuring was building, fire licked up his legs. Ivan crooked his fingers, hitting a sensitive spot inside him. His back arched off the bed, a hoarse scream coming from his abused throat. His vision tunneled until all he saw was darkness.
Seconds which felt like eternity, he was lost in limbo. His mind floated among the clouds and he felt weightless. Slowly, euphoria began to dissipate and he was returning to his body, but before he had the chance to come back, to find himself, he was dimly aware of Ivan’s cock teasing his entrance.
It was all the warning he received, when he felt Ivan’s shoving inside him with one swift thrust. The sensation of Ivan filling him, breaking him, was all he needed to ground him to reality. A choked groan escaped him as Ivan pulled out before thrusting back in so hard the bed creaked with protest.
Ivan loomed over him, changing their position, changing the angle of penetration. Yao’s body tensed; straining, straining, the pressure unerringly building again as Ivan’s cock scraped against his prostate over and over, again and again.
“You’re not porcelain, you’re not delicate,” Ivan panted in his ear, his husky voice laced with immeasurable desire. He thrust into him again with full force, until Yao felt he was going to break in two. “You’re mine.”
Incapable of answering with words, Yao bit down hard on the Russian’s neck, dragging his nails down the taut muscles of his back. He took and took, devouring the pain Ivan was giving him and turning it into mindless, body numbing pleasure.
Ivan knew him too well.
He always did like it a little rough.
Rating: Pg-15 bordering onto R-18
Translated by Kurodatenshi
Warning: Nakedness. Implied (non)-consensual sex
Summary: Yao goes to Ivan to complain about his recent actions. Ivan takes Yao’s actions as a signal for something more intimate.
This is a webcomic found on baidu a looooong time ago.
don’t look aru…
Só eu necessito desse body pillow T_T?