His cheeks erupted in shades of red. You closed your eyes, unallowing yourself to see his reaction. They quickly snapped back open and a gasp slipped through as England kissed you hard and with passion, his tongue slipping into your mouth. A moan escaped and vibrated around his tongue, making him moan in return as he explored your mouth.
"I love you too," he panted as he broke the kiss for a brief moment.
Both of his hands travelled up your stomach and made their way to your breasts. Soon he sat up a d slowly unbuttoned your pajama top, revealing your (small, medium, large) breasts, exposed and all his for the taking. He kissed you softly once more, his hand kneading and massaging one breast. Moan after moan slipped from your throat, seriously turning on the British gentleman. He pulled away and leaned down to kiss the top of your breast. You gasped at the foreign feeling and it got better as he latched onto your neglected breast. His tongue toted with your pink bud. Flicking it and rolling it around, you could feel your panties dampening, the sensation was maddening.
"E-England!" you moaned out.
"Does it feel good, love?" he asked, his teeth pulling your nipple gently.
"Yes..."
"Good. And the name's Arthur, ________"
His free hand slid into your pajama bottoms and into your panties, rubbing your dripping heat.
"Heh... You're quite wet, ___________... I must be doing well..." he chuckled darkly
Well, he WAS a virgin, so France has told, and he WAS doing well... You could imagine poor England's face as France explained EVERYTHING to him.
"May I see what lies beneath these clothes?" he asked as he looked into your eyes, his own glazed over with lust.
You nodded and he slid down the pajama bottoms, freezing as he saw something that made him laugh. You had found a temporary tattoo of his flag and put it on your leg a day ago.
"Although it's temporary, I'm flattered to see you wear my hat in such a manner" he laughed as he rubbed "his" tattoo, making you moan softly.
He moved to kiss you, grinding his hips into yours. You mewled, which he devoured, as you felt an unmistakable bulge in his pants. Deciding to do him a favor since they looked so tight, you undid the buckle of his belt and slid it off. He caught on quickly and slid his pants off, revealing his Union Jack boxers.
"________..." he breathed against your lips.
A smile crept onto both your and his faces as he stroked your cheek. He kissed your cheek, jaw, paused to kiss and suck on your neck to leave his mark, and led a trail down to the hem of your panties. A blush lightly dusted your cheek, only to grow as England bit the hem and pulled them off. After tossing the soaked fabric aside, he slowly and teasingly ran his tongue over your pink folds. Sure the feeling was new, but it felt so good to you.
"A-ah~! A-Arthur~!" you moaned out, bucking your hips a bit.
He licked your folds harder before sneaking his tongue in your entrance. You shrieked in pleasure and gripped the bed sheets. He rubbed your hips as he excavated your insides, making you writhe in pleasure. Too soon for your liking, he retracted his tongue and started sucking on your folds as he inserted a finger into your womanhood. One of your hands found its way into his blonde hair and balled it into a fist, actually making him moan. The pleasure grew as he inserted another finger, followed by another, pumping them in and out fast. A knot began to form in your lower stomach and your body heated up fast.
"A-Arthur! I-I-I'm close!" you cried out.
You were thinking he'd stop; instead, he sucked harder and pumped faster. The pleasure became too much and you released your juices all over his fingers, crying out his name in doing so. He smirked, removed his fingers, and sat up, licking each digit clean.
"You taste so sweet, love. Just like your personality" he purred.
He slid out of his boxers and hovered over you. You got a good view of his hardened member and you just stared... and stared... and stared. 'Dear Lord... He's HUGE!' you thought to yourself.
"Admiring Big Ben, love?" he asked, making you realize you'd just been caught.
Your face turned red and you simply looked away to hide blush. He smiled, slowly shaking his head, and kissed your cheek.
"You're a virgin, right?" he asked.
You slowly nodded.
"Well... This is going to hurt… alot..." he cautioned.
He placed the tip of his member at your entrance and slowly pushed inside. It was tolerable for the first few inches, but then it started to hurt. You dug your nails into his back and gritted your teeth, burying your face in his chest to hide the tears. He kissed the top of your head, petting your (hair color) hair to tell you he truly cared and loved you. He twitched a bit by accident, only to feel you flinch and hear your sift moan.
"Is it okay, love?" he asked as you finally showed your face, the tears gone.
You nodded and smiled. Returning said smile, he entangled his fingers with yours and began to slowly move his hips. You bit your lip and raised your hips a bit, silently asking for more of him. Sensing your need, he grabbed your hips, thrusting harder and faster, eventually pounding into you. Every moan and mewl of pleasure encouraged him to thrust harder, causing him to hit a magical button inside.
"A-Ah~! There!" you shrieked.
He smirked and leaned into you, reaching deeper and hitting that spot again and again, moaning and groaning himself at your nails clawing his back and your walls tightening around his member like a vice grip. Once more, you felt the coil start to tighten in your stomach. England had the same feeling but was determined to make you climax first.
"A-Arthur! I-I'm gonna--"
"So am I, ________~…" he groaned.
The bomb ticking inside exploded and caused you to release your juices all over his member. The feel of your orgasm was too much for him to bear and he came right after you, squirting his seed deep inside of you and collapsing on top of you afterwards. All was quiet; only the sound of your panting mixed with his rang through your ears. He propped himself up on his elbows and kissed your forehead.
"Stay with me forever, love. Okay?" he whispered as he placed his forehead against yours.
"Of course." you responded.
"_________! Where are you?!" a loud, obnoxious, young voice shouted.
Before you could take any action, the door swung open, revealing the young America who was unaware of your current state.
"I heard you were sick so I brought you some…"
His voice trailed off as he saw England cover your naked body with your blanket as well as his.
"Interesting sight... May I join~?" he asked with a wink.
"Scram, you bloody wanker!!!" England shouted as he threw your bottle of medicine between America's eyes.
The poor American yelped upon impact and ran off. Soon the front door was slammed shut and all was quiet again. You looked up at him as he kissed your cheek.
"Don't blame me if you get sick, England," you giggled.
"This former pirate won't get sick from you, fair maiden" he laughed.
You recovered that night, only to find out that he DID catch your illness.
"I thought pirates don't get sick from fair maidens," you teased.
"Shut up..." he groaned