Kinky Countries. (xReader)

Canada - Dom/Sub

You supposed it wasn't that bad -er, cold you mean. You stood outside of the airport, probably dressed a bit more than needed but you didn't mind it. Down the pathway, you saw Canada walk towards you with a soft smile, hands in the pockets of his legacy chinos and an attractive looking, turtle-neck sweater that was a deep, navy blue.

A single thought ran through your mind: Canada could look good in absolutely anything.

"Hey, (Y/n), how was your flight?" He asked as he came up to you, giving you a one armed hug as you did the same.

You returned his sweet smile, "It was really good! Nice and bumpy!"

He chuckled and turned around, his one hand still on your back as he directed you the way he came, "That's nice. Come, my car's just down here." He opened the boot and helped your put your suitcase in before closing it and opening the door for you to get in, asking, "Are you excited, or did America scare you off? Haha."

You giggled and blushed slightly as you got in, looking up at him from your seat, "Actually, it was very interesting to see America's interests."

Canada closed the door for you before walking over to his side and getting in, turning on the car and continuing the conversation, "I was wondering if he was going to go hard on you or not."

"Nah," You answered, leaning back in your chair and relaxing, "He was pretty tame with me."

"Oh really? What did you two do?" He inquired.

"Hmmmmm," You looked out the window in thought, "Flogging, spanking, we used names in a dom slash sub sort of way, and some bondage. Well actually, I dunno how extreme that bondage was as he had me completely render-less, hanging from the ceiling while he had his way with me - Mm." You shut your mouth immediately as the words left you. You did NOT just hint to Canada about... That.

However, Canada was a very, smart cookie, "'Had his way'? Like... Sex?"

With a heavy blush, you nodded, unable to lie to him, "Y-Yeah..."

"Oh good," He said happily, a large smile adorning his features.

You looked at him in surprise, "What?"

He gazed at you quickly before looking back at the road, "We're allowed to go all the way then, right? I was pondering that, a bit scared I might not be able to contain myself if we went too far."

Another heated blush spread across your body, "H-Huh?!"

"You're an attractive girl, you know that, right (Y/n)?" He told you, looking at you while the two of you stopped at a red light.

You had no idea how to respond to this at all, "A-Attractive... Me? I dunno..."

He nodded his head, proceeding onward, "Yes, you are. Anyone would admit it. Uhm... I was also wondering if you knew my kink?"

Shaking your head, you replied, "America told me yours was similar to his, but he didn't specify what."

"Ah, yes, well, America got his kink from me."

Your eyes widened at this information, "Really?! How!"

He smiled as he told you, "So my interests involve a D/S, do you know what that stands for?"

"Is that apart of BDSM?" You questioned.

"Kinda," he said, "BDSM is separated into three categories: BD - Bondage and Discipline. DS - Dominance and Submission. And SM - Sadomasochism. Not everyone combines them, take me for example, I play into the D/S role."

"Ohhhhh," you thought about it over in your head, "Dominance and submission... Like a... Master and pet kind of thing?"

"You could word it like that, but that's pretty broad."

"Does D/S involve things like floggers and chains?"

"Hahaha," Canada laughed, wiping a tear from his eyes, "A big misconception. Not everyone is into that sort of stuff. The worst I have ever done involving physical 'torture' - if you even want to call it that - would be spanking."

"How interesting..." You gazed off into the distance, a harsh wind making light rain drops smack into the windshield. Maybe it was a good idea to wear all this layers today. Another question popped into your mind, "So uhm... This may sound weird but I guess it doesn't matter considering the situation, does a dom sub relationship involve kinky sex?"

He smirked, "First and foremost, D/s is an energy dynamic that flows between two people. You have the Dom and the Sub with their own titles; my personal favourite is Daddy and Daddy's Girl -"

"- You have a 'Daddy' kink?!" You interrupted, utterly surprised by the quiet man.

He chuckled and nodded, "I suppose so. And if you interrupt again you'll be known as Daddy's Brat." You shrunk in your seat and gulped. He let out a more definite laugh, "It's okay, you can relax! We'll set rules once we're home. But continuing on with your question, many couple limit their dynamic to sexual role play in the bedroom, but that doesn't mean it can't be improved in new and exciting ways. I guess in my case I like to be more in charge, to have control over the sub mind, body and soul."

You furrowed your eyebrows together, "So the sub has to do whatever you say... When you say, and doesn't have a choice?"

Canada glanced at you with a slight frown, "Oh no, don't look so worried. That's another big myth about us. You see, a true D/S relationship is based upon the needs, wants, desires and curiosities of the sub. It's my job as a Dom to listen carefully and understand the boundaries I can and cannot push while also helping them, or as of this 24 hours 'you', explore your innermost self mentally, emotionally and sexually too."

"So you kinda put the sub before anything else?" You asked in wonder.

He smiled, "There are four pillars to a D/S relationship: Trust. Communication. Respect. And Honesty. One goes missing and it all starts crumbling, the relationship becoming unstable and may even collapse." Canada pulled into a driveway, the home in front of him rather modern with two stories and glass windows everywhere, probably a design choice so that the owner could look out from almost any direction and see the beautiful forest surrounding the neighbourhood. "We're here," he said, getting out going to the boot to get your luggage as you were already out of the car yourself and didn't need his help.

You looked around, absolutely breathtaken by the scenery. The area was so, so green with little animals scurrying around in the light rain. There were houses that were a good distance spread apart from one another and a long, black, bitumen road that matched the overcast look with it's wet surface. "Wow..." You breathed out, your (e/c) eyes sparkling at the World.

Canada felt proud that you were admiring his home so much. He motioned to the open door, "Come on in." You walked through the arch and was met with a cleaner than clean home. The tiles on the front looked like a marble design, there was a small chandelier that hung on the high roof, going all the way up to the second floor. Because of this, you could see the walkway that went pass all the room on the second storey, a railing on the balcony so that one wouldn't fall off. Canada grasped your hand and lead you up stairs, "I'll show you to your room." It was the door aaaall the way down the hall, right next to another, thinner, floor-to-ceiling window that showed you the side of the forest and a bit of the road. He showed you in to find a simple yet well-kept bedroom with a king-single bed, a bedside table and a closet with a mirror on the outside, "I'll let you get settled. Feel free to come downstairs when you're ready and we can discuss rules and such when you're done."

"Thank you so much," You grated, smiling as he left and closed the door. The first thing you did was land on the bed with a contented sigh, relishing in the freshly cleaned sheets.

...

You took off some of your clothes since the heater was on before making your way down stairs and to the kitchen, the course of clinking plates and cutlery. There was Canada doing the dishes. He looked back at you and smiled, "I'm sorry, I didn't have time to do the dishes before I came and got you."

"It's fine," you told him, walking over to the oven that sat on the wall. You grabbed the cloth hanging off of it and said, "I'll dry them for you."

"Oh, there's no need to -"

"I insist," you told him, picking up a plate and drying it before freezing, suddenly remembering his statement earlier about being a 'brat'.

He noticed this and smirked, loving your reaction. With a sigh, he spoke out as his smirk never left him, "What is Daddy going to do with you, hm?"

Your face flushed in a deep crimson, the colour spreading all down your neck as well. The two of you continued washing and drying the dishes in a peaceful silence, the only sound noticeable was the rain and chirping birds as they flew back to their nests. Oh, and was that sound a moose? You peered out of the window, only to find nothing.

When they were all done, Canada suggested, "Shall I make us some warm cocoa and we can talk about your stay here?"

You smiled and agreed, "Sounds good to me."

Canada went about the kitchen, grabbing mugs and teaspoons, the hot chocolate container and boiling the jug, he then got the milk and shook the bottle to give the drink a more 'frothy' look and texture. Setting it down in front of you, he took a seat opposite you at the table and began, "Rule number one, you must refer to me as 'Daddy' and you will be 'My Little Girl' or 'Daddy's Girl', okay?"

Remember America's rules, it was easier to respond as a, "Yes, Daddy."

He smiled happily, "Good girl. Rule number two," and this one REALLY got you by surprise, "You must ask for permission to masturbate when I leave the house."

"PFFT," you choked on your drink, making droplets of hot cocoa spray onto your cheeks. Canada laughed at your reaction, causing you to ask, "Is this real? I - I can't tell if this is real or not..."

He managed to calm himself down before replying, "This is real. That's a real rule I have around here. I may ask you to touch yourself while I'm around or watching but when I leave, you must ask for permission."

"Okay but... why?" You questioned, unsure and wanting to know more.

He told you with the sweetest smile, "Not only does it give me this sense of control, but I may have something planned an need you to keep your sexual high in check. Or you've just been a naughty girl."

"Oh I see..." You said, sipping your cocoa and trying to wrap your mind around these new rules he was feeding you. What ran through your mind the most was, were you really willing to obey to all of these? True, America got the upper hand on your before, but could you go all the way with Canada if it came to that? The truth is, you were a sucker for pleasure, so how were you supposed to say 'no' if he ever were to begin? Looking back up at him through your eyelashes, you let a bit of personal attraction get to you; Canada has always been an attractive male. He had style, grace and he was oh so kind.

...

You sat eating dinner, slowly putting the fork to your lips as you were lost in a plethora of thoughts. Some about today, some about this whole kink ordeal in general, and some about past meetings you had yet to understand since most of the time it was people talking in a nonsense manner.

"What's on your mind, Maple?"

"Maple?" You looked at him with raised eyebrows. You noticed he had called you that earlier too, but left it hanging. Now you took action, "Daddy, I thought I was going to be called otherwise."

He nodded his head, closing his eyes and savouring the food in his mouth before replying, "But Maple suits my darling girl too, don't ya think?"

You blushed at the name given. Did he call his other subs that? "I trust in your words, Daddy."

Canada felt his blood rush as you addressed him as so. He always had an extra soft spot for you. He would often wander around the meeting hall and end up to you, talking and having fun. You were gorgeous, kind, smart and always there for him. Now to hear you obeying to his kink? It made him hard. He swallowed thickly before complimenting, "You're really good at this, (Y/n)."

Your blush deepened at his unexpected praise, "Th-Thank you... Daddy."

Eventually, dinner was over and you were sitting on the couch with Canada, or more so lying. He had ordered you to rest in his arms as some Canadian, television show played. You looked from the screen to him, a though arising. You wanted to try punishment. Of course, he probably wouldn't do anything too drastic. He said his most 'violent' was spanking?? So what else did he have in store?

Slowly, you removed yourself from his arms and sat on the opposite end of the couch, all the while eyeing him. His eyes widened as he noticed you were gone, his head turning to give you a worried look, "Maple, what's wrong?"

You leaned on the arm-rest of the couch, giving a yawn and a cheeky smile. Using your toes, you decided to poke at his forearm.

He made an 'o' shape with his mouth, understanding your actions, "I see... Feeling a bit frisky, eh??"

Biting your lip, you nodded and looked away.

Canada chuckled and gently grasped your ankle, "(Y/n) my darling, get back here~"

You shook your head and pulled your ankle away from him, ignoring him completely with your body.

A growl came from him, and for a moment you thought it was Kumajiro, but no. Glancing back, you noticed Canada now standing. He held his hands on his hips and told you with a stern yet calm voice, something only he could pull off, "Maple, last chance."

You just flicked your head away.

Canada got in your view and pointed to a corner of the room, "Fine, have it your way. You want punishment? Then here, go and stand over there."

Wow, really? "In the corner of the room?"

"Yes."

"Because I'm a ... naughty child?"

"Yes."

Slowly, you got up and walked over to where he was pointing. Standing in the corner and looking at him.

He twirled his finger in a circular motion, "Turn around and face the wall."

And so you did, but you couldn't help the urge to see if he was watching.

"Turn around!"

He was. You waited... And waited. And then you looked again, only to see him directly behind you, making you squeal as you got startled, "Ah!"

Canada reached around and grabbed your waist, attacking you as he played with you, tickling you and making you giggle, "I said face the wall!"

You laughed as he toyed with you like so. Yeah, he may have 'broken' the rules of your punishment, but he couldn't help it. Besides, he was the Daddy, so anything he says, goes.

... Canada smirked at how shy you were being, covering up your bra, clad torso as you stood in the doorway to the bathroom, keeping him out while saying, "I can't even wash myself?"

He gave you a pout, "How can I know you'll clean yourself properly if I'm not there to monitor? Come," he gave you slight nudge, "We will wash together."

"Daddy please, no!" You cried, but to no avail.He had pushed you in the room, closed the door and sighed happily.

Rubbing your head, he ordered, "Now strip, or Daddy'll do it for you."

"Yes, Daddy," You obeyed, not really seeing an option out of this, unless you said your designated safe word, but it's not like you weren't enjoying yourself. Canada treated you like the most valuable possession, which to some may sound degrading, but when it's just the two of you like this, you loved it.

He had already run the bath earlier, so as soon as your clothes were off, the two of your got in the nice, heated water. You relaxed opposite him, wondering what he was going to order from you next, if anything at all. Much like with BDSM, the thought of not knowing drove you somewhat crazy. The both of you were naked and could see each other clearly through the transparent liquid, so maybe he'd demand something a little more exciting? Or maybe he'd just ask you to cuddle him. "I want you to masturbate now." Welp, there's your answer.

With a heavy blush, you looked down to your twitching hand as it relaxed in the water by your womanhood, "Really? Are you sure about this?"

"110%." He said with confidence - well that makes one of you.

You gingerly grazed the tips of your fingers against your folds and up to your clit, pushing on the little button of pleasure. "MMmmmn~" You couldn't help the noise that escaped your throat, shutting your eyes tight in embarrassment.

Canada re-positioned himself in the bath, the water splashing slightly up the sides as he lay his arms on the sides of the tub, "Open your eyes, Maple, and look at me."

Your face flushed even more as you refused to look at him during such an activity.

"(Y/n)," he said in a more demanding voice. At his tone, you immediately looked him in his violet eyes, his voice making a tingling sensation in your chest as weren't used to this Canada. He smiled, his gaze soften, "That's my girl." He looked down and to your fingers that had stopped moving, "Enter them inside you."

Lowering your head but not losing eye-contact, you obeyed, "Yes, Daddy." Two of your fingers slipped in you like nothing, pushing deep into your core as you spread your legs for him to see. Although you found it slightly humiliating to be in such a position, in front of Canada, no less! You also found it erotic and such a turn on to have him watching you with such hungry eyes.

You pleasured yourself in front of him as Canada relaxed, his own legs spread and his very, prominent member raising to an erection. You looked at his arousal, almost drooling at what was going on between the two of you, even though it was something as simple as this. Soon enough, he demanded, "Enough. Get out."

With heavy breaths, you did as he said, raising yourself out of the tub and stepping out. You held your body with your arms, breathing erratically as you couldn't bare to look at him. You heard the bath water splashing about again and the sound of his wet feet on the bathmat.

He spoke out, "(Y/n), turn around." Gathering yourself, you did just that, finding Canada, sitting on the edge of the bath, gripping the base of his hardened length in his hand. He began softly stroking it, his violet eyes glowing as he stared deep into your (e/c) gaze, "Suck it."

Your eyes widened as you looked from the crowning penis to him, a small drop of pre-cum dew at the slit of his head. You swallowed thickly, "I... -"

He held his hand out to you and smiled, "Maple, my Maple, it's alright. Here." Canada seemed so approachable right now... You grabbed his waiting hand and he gently brought you closer to him. He held you to your knees and cupped your face with his hands, coming in closer to you and bringing his lips to yours, "So beautiful~"

The kiss was so sincere and just everything a girl could want. He made you feel loved, needed, wanted. His tongue took your mouth in a loving kisses, hypnotising you into coercing you to do whatever it was he wished, and you'd be glad to oblige. He pulled back from you, leaving you wanting and begging below him, "Canada..."

He grinned at you loyalty, bopping you on the nose and scolding, "Silly girl, you know that's wrong." Though he didn't entirely mind, as hearing you breathe out his name like that made his throbbing penis twitch with anticipation. He grasped your hands in his and placed them on his cock, your nimble fingers grazing the soft skin. Once you had your own grip on him, he moved so that one hand went back to your cheek and the other to the top of your head, pushing you with ease, "Suck me, my Maple."

You allowed him to guide you to his member, your lips touching the head, the pre-cum coating your lips like lip-gloss. You opened your mouth and devoured him in a savouring manner, "Mmmmm~" You groaned, absorbing his flavour, his textures, just HIM as a whole. Your tongue stroked the skin as your head bopped up and down, your hand stroking what your mouth couldn't take, the other lightly squeezing and rolling his balls in a pleasurable massage.

"Ha, ahhh~" He sucked in a breath before exhaling in the most utmost bliss. He spread his legs for you to take more, petting you and entangling your hair in his fingers, cooing, "That's it, my Maple. You're doing so well~ Daddy loves this so, so much. You're such a good girl. Such a Daddy's girl, aren't you? Haaahhhh~"

Hearing him praise you for your 'talents' made you so happy! He was really good at being a dominant character like this. You felt like you could be indulged in this lifestyle forever, of only Canada stayed as your Dom. "Pwah~!" He pulled you off of him before he could cum, making you look up at him in confusion.

Smiling down at you, he told you, "As much as Daddy loves your mouth, I was to feel what it's like in your dripping... Wet... Pussy," he whispered huskily, laying you on your back on the bathroom floor. You were so adorable with your blushing face and heaving chest. He placed his lips to your neck, licking up droplets of water, "Don't you want my hard cock inside you? Tell me how much you want me to pleasure you by penetrating you here~" He dragged his fingers along your folds before entering you cunt with a *squelch*. You indeed were so, very wet!

You had to have him, now! "I need you, Daddy Canada, please. I want you inside me! Cum inside me!" You raised your hips, meeting his hand.

He chuckled and removed himself so he could position his dick to your leaking entrance, "Okay, my little girl. Are you ready for Daddy's cock?"

"Yes!" You cried like a spoilt kid, knowing their going to get what they want. Canada entered himself inside you, slightly stretching you more as pushed himself fully inside you, making your arch your back and your eyes widen at his size as he lifted your hips to his. "Hah!" You gasped as he met you to the hilt.

You swallowed thickly, trying to catch your breath as Canada dug his face in your breasts, his hand cupping your butt as he inhaled into you. He groaned out in ecstasy, "(Y/nnnn), you feel soooo gooood."

"Canada, papa," you don't know why you chose that way, but you just felt so vulnerable right now. He gave you a wide-eyed look, surprised by your choice in words. You continued, "Move in me, please."

He smiled widely and placed his lips upon yours, "Of course, my maple." Pulling his hips back only slightly, he pushed back into you, testing the waters.

You lift your legs and wrapped them around his hips, your arms circling his neck, "More, Daddy, please, mooore~~"

"More..." He groaned hoarsely, a slave to your words despite being the Dom. He wanted to pleasure you and make you succumb to him more, to have you yield to him and call out to him like you needed him. He held you close to him, his hips bucking into you, your tight, slick walls moulding around him in delight as his cock spread your cunt and absorbed your flavours. You dug your nails into his skin, your legs tightening around his hips, your feet pushing against his butt to bring him closer and deeper into you. "Ah, Maple, I'm going to cum soon."

"Yes, yes!" You moaned out, the feeling of wanting to release yourself just as tantalising.

He huffed as he didn't slow down his pace, pushing himself harder and faster into you as you moaned and groaned, your body twitching in pleasure as you tried to hold yourself back as much as you could. Canada came to your ear, nibbling on the lobe and whispering hotly into your ear, sending goosebumps to encase your skin, "Cum, my girl."

"Yes! Ah! Thank you, Daddy!" You grated, shouting into the echoing bathroom as you wracked yourself of orgasmic bliss, cumming hard onto him and locking yourself around his body before falling limp onto the ground, your arms and legs becoming loose.

Canada thrusted particularly hard, hitting you in just the right spot that sent of your orgasm. It was your words and body that made him unable to resist. He grit his teeth and met his hips with yours, shooting his seed deep inside you. His hot cum poured into you and mixed with yours, the liquids filling and leaking out of any side it could, but it wasn't until Canada pulled out that the essence rushed out like a dam, pouring out of your sheath, down the insides of your legs and onto the bathmat. Canada fell on top of you, huffing from the experience of being able to take such a lovely woman as you.

You don't know why, but you wanted to say this to him, to tell him directly from the way that he made you feel, "Daddy Canada?"

"Hm?" he hummed, lazily, looking up at you from your chest.

You moved yourself to sit up slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him into a passionate kiss, your tongue twirling and tasting his, "I love you so much right now."

Your words made his heart leap. He smiled and hugged you close to him, "I love you too, my girl."

"And..." You looked away shyly, a small blush as you asked him, "May I please sleep with you tonight?"

To have you in his arms all night long? How could he refuse! "Of course, My Maple~"

Happiness bloomed in your chest as you curled closer to him. He unplugged the bath before the both of you washed yourselves in the shower. You got ready for bed and held Canada's hand as he took you to his room which was very patriotic, so much so that you'd have to be blind to not notice his love for his country. You were also happy to see a framed photo of you and he at one of his hockey games sitting on his dresser, amongst with many of his other friends, but tonight was about you, Canada, and his very, charming kink.

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