Kinky Countries. (xReader)

Brazil - Kinky Odours

"(Y/n)!" The Brazilian waved at you, prancing up the street towards you, his running looking like a dance as he twirled before picking you and spinning you with him, laughing happily to see you again.

You grinned, "Brazil~!" He placed you on his bicep before walking away, displaying you proudly to his people as they all pointed and smiled, the two of you seeming like a happy couple. You began getting a bit self-conscious, hiding your self behind your (hair) (hands), "Brazil... You can put me down!"

"Não seja tão bobo!" (Don't be so silly!), he continued walking, "You just got here! Let me show you off to my amazing country!"

"Haha, Brazil..." You murmured, grabbing onto his arm in fear for falling off, even though you knew he was perfectly capable for holding you up, it was just the thought that was scary.

He eventually put you down, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you down the street. He put his other hand behind his head, scratching at his neck sheepishly, "Ya know I was kinda embarrassed and scared about inviting you over for my... Kink. Haha."

You raised your eyebrow, letting him lead the way. You weren't too sure on what Brazil's kink was, but he sent you a text at the airport that he had some guys collect your bags and take them to his home for you while you headed straight to the party. You also had a bag of clothes in your backpack that you had slept in for three nights. "Why's that?" You asked.

"Well, it's not really something many people can accept... Para si mesmo." He grinned, a sweat-drop visible on his forehead, "I guess I'm just kinda worried about you thinking differently of me once you find out."

You gave him a reassuring smile, "Brazil, you'll always be my friend no matter what! I can't really think of anything that'll make me see you as a different man."

Though in his heart, he kinda wanted you to see him differently... Not as someone to detest, but maybe something... More? More than just what you two are now. "Well, that makes me feel a lot better, Querida."

"So where is this 'party'?" You inquired, trying to find any signs of a get together going on.

Brazil pointed down the street, "It's just around the corner, but I better warn you, it isn't exactly a normal party you might be used to, okay?"

You pursed your lips in thought, "Is it one of those orgy things?"

He laughed and placed his hand on your back, pushing you forward, "Not quite." The two of you continued onward until you reached a gate that lead to an apartment. There were a couple of balloons out the front, like a birthday party. A man outside greeted you and let you in, Brazil helping you into the apartment building, going up the stairs and finding a large room that looked much more luxurious than the building itself. It was clean and pristine, and in the room were people of all sorts, standing around, laughing, drinking and eating, all accompanied by the musical notes of George Frederick Handel. Brazil motioned to the entire room, "Welcome, to The Party."

Many smiling faces greeted you as you began to blend in with the crowd. This place was so friendly, what could go wrong here? "Brazil," you murmured to him, "I don't understand. There's nothing to be embarrassed here."

Another sheepish smile adorned him as he hesitantly lead you over to table off to the side. You didn't really know what was on it until you got closer; clothes. Bags and bags of clothes. "Do you still have your clothes I asked you to bring?" He questioned.

You pulled them out of your bag, "Yup."

Brazil took them and placed them on the table, "Boa~ Later in the night, we will smell them."

"HUH?!" You said, a little louder than intended. Brazil chuckled at your surprised expression, your face going red as you whispered, "B-But they're dirty and smell..."

He nodded, trying to keep his smile steady as fear of you leaving grew within him, "Ah, sim... bem..." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I guess you can call this a Kinky Odour kind of fetish. You see, (Y/n), I get really turned on by the smell of other people, and I'm not the only one." You looked around the room, seeing everyone so relaxed, even with the knowledge that something so 'embarrassing' was about to take place.

Brazil had no reason to be embarrassed, YOU were the one embarrassed now, "But wait, are you sure you want MY scent included in this?" He nodded happily. Your face drained of colour as you began freaking out, "B-But what if I smell funny? Or there's something wrong with my scent that I am not aware of? What if people find me disgusting?!"

Brazil wrapped his arms around you protectively, bringing you into an embrace to calm you down, "Relax, Querida, you have nothing to worry about." He brought his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply, "Everyone is going to love you~"

You pulled back slightly, feeling better from his words, "O-Okay..." Giving him a proper smile, you told him, "I believe you." You stood there for a moment, examining the bags of various different outfits before asking, "If I may, why exactly do you smell other people like this?"

Brazil felt a lot more comfortable with you now, happy that you were accepting his kink, rather than detesting it, "I guess it varies for different people, but with most, including myself, it make us feel much closer to the person than already. To be able to inhale some of their most intimate scents, their strong stench so vulnerable to my nose..." He drifted off in luxurious thought.

Your eyes gazed over the bags some more, "So many articles of clothing... Which ones are your favourite to smell?"

He looked to the ceiling, sighing heavenly, "Either the socks of the calcinhas - er, panties. But that's because my most favourite places on a woman to inhale are the feet and vagina." Brazil's eyes caught yours in a hungry gaze. You watched as his golden, brown orbs trailed slowly down your body, making you feel weak in the knees.

"I see," You said, rather breathlessly. Brazil's intense gaze was nothing like you've ever felt before, especially from him. It was so heavy and... Welcomed. It made your heart race to even think that he'd look at you in such a way.

For the time being, you and Brazil pretty much just conversed with other party-goers, talking about this and that, and getting to know them and why they liked this particular kink. It was very interesting to hear everyone's point of view, but Brazil was right, most of them told about how the smell can really bring a person closer. Not to mention the pheromones released. Much like in the animal kingdom, people are very attracted to another's scent, and the way they described it was each unique to their own senses. Sweat, urine, human nature - A salty ocean breeze - The combinations for a cheesecake. All of these surprised you. Some girls said they couldn't stand another woman's scent as much as they adored a male's. You took every note down, excited to write the article for Brazil's kink the more you listened to them.

"Should we get to the smelling?" The host said, causing cheers to erupt around the room.

You clung onto Brazil, hiding back behind the crowd as you got more nervous about it. He noticed your discomfort and said sweetly, "Hey, this isn't for everyone. If you really don't like it then -"

"No!" You cried out, sounding desperate to not let him get the wrong idea, "It's not that... I'm amazed at how natural this is to everyone, inhaling such strong odours for their pleasure. I wanna be apart of it, I'm sorry I'm acting like a coward, it's just very," you had to think of the word, "'New', to me." You gave him a reassuring smile, "I'm okay. Don't worry about me."

He smiled back, patting your head, "I'm glad." He began walking you over to the table where the peoples were opening bags, taking out articles and smelling them, smiling and talking about the scent. The closer you got, the stronger the smells were. Brazil informed you, "Everyone here will smell a bag, and at the end they pick a bag they like. They then find the person who the bag belongs to and depending on how it'll play out, they get to go home together."

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Does that mean I could go home with a complete stranger?" You wanted to be partnered up with Brazil...

He blushed as he confessed, "Actually, I have reserved your bag." He smiled down at you, "You get to come home with me, is that alright?"

Your concerned features sprung into joy, "I'm glad!"

But that didn't mean they couldn't NOT smell your bag. Various people came up to you, complimenting your strong stench. They told you how lucky Brazil was to already have you and how jealous they were. You could only blush and thank them, not exactly sure how one follows a conversation like this. You laughed to yourself, it was funny how this kind of kink got to you the most so far. America had BDSM. Canada had his Dom/Sub. England was quite the spanker~ But those just seem more natural to you, probably because of things like Fifty Shades and certain genres that introduce such ferocity. You never really hear about a kinky odour, or the fact that people enjoy smelling dirty clothes and get off on the stench of body parts. You guessed that was the reason you were so, not uncomfortable but... Awkward? At first anyway. You have begun lightening up throughout the night and just seeing everyone so content and happy really made a positive impact on your own emotions.

"Thank you very much," you grated again as another person came up to you and praised your smell.

You clung even closer to Brazil, burying your head in his shoulder as you watched everyone go by. He leaned down to your ear, "So tell me, Querida, what are your thoughts?"

You bit your lip, thinking, "It's very interesting. To be able to hear other people talk about something like this can really change your perspective on things. For instance," you leaned even closer, your nose practically touching his sleeve, "To me, you've always smelt nice, but now I really think about it, and I can smell more. Not just your deodorant or anything, but actually 'you', as a being. What your natural scent it and a -" You stopped yourself from going too far.

He looked at you curiously, "And what, (Y/n)?"

Looking away from him but not letting him go, you admitted, "And how arousing it is to me." Was it his pheromones giving it off? Would it be stronger if you followed your nose and came to his manhood?

Brazil felt so much joy at hearing you say that! To him, you have always smelt of the best things, and it just made him want to take you as his every time. You were so floral and sweet, with the perfect blend of lemon to balance it out. It made his mouth water every time. He broke away from you and went to the table, grabbing your bag and bringing it over. He opened it, taking out your shirt and inhaling deeply, "Then how about we get out of here." He put it back and grabbed your shorts, placing the middle of it right at his nose as he looked at you with dark eyes, "Because I'm beginning to lose myself..." He put them back and grabbed your panties, shoving them over his nose and mouth. He let out a throat moan, his voice hoarse and deep, "More and more~"

You completely lost yourself then, and Brazil saw it. He smirked, grabbed your hand and said bye to everyone before dragging you away. He called for a car which came to pick you up. In the back seat, he began ravishing you. His hands trailed down your body as he lips crashed to yours, the feint smell of yourself still lingering on his face as kissed you. His tongue entered your mouth, and with how steamy things were getting, you were glad this was a private car that blocked you from the driver. He slid his hands up your shirt, his tongue invading your mouth and not missing a single detail as it stroked and explored every crevice. You moaned as the muscle stroked the roof of your mouth, the sensation tickling you in a sensual way.

His hands wrapped around to your back, unclipping your bra but not taking it off, only making it loose enough to grab and massage your breasts. His fingers pinched your nipples, making you gasp into his mouth and arch your back. You were thankful when the car came to a stop.

Brazil helped you out and lead you to the front door of his home before you suddenly stopped and looked at him with wide eyes, "I think I left my bag at the party."

He pursed his lips before saying something in Portuguese to the driver. They nodded and left. He then turned to you with a triumphant smile, "There, all done. They'll go and get it."

You grinned, coming up to him and jumping in his arms, wrapping your legs over his hips, "Thanks~" You kissed him again, being bold and this time dominating his mouth. He fiddled with the door before opening it and stepping inside, closing it and shoving you against its surface as he mindlessly chucked the keys somewhere. He pulled away so he could undo your shirt, revealing your loose bra. Brazil trailed kisses along your collar bone as he also tossed the items of clothing to the side, leaving your top half bare.

"Let's go to the quarto~" He hummed seductively in your ear.

You giggled, shaking your head but not dismissively, "I have no idea what that means but yes, let's."

He chuckled, leading you through the house until eventually you figured it meant bedroom as that's where you ended up. Gently as ever, he lay you on the beg, your legs hanging over the side as he hovered over you. Brazil gave you a long and hard kiss to your lips before moving his mouth to your cheek, blazing to your ear while his fingers worked on your bottoms. He pulled way your pants, sliding them as far as they could go while he continued a path of peppery kisses down you skin. Your chest heaved as he came to your breasts, his tongue tracing over your perky nipples in delight. Your fingers played with the tresses of his brown hair, your (e/c) eyes closed in delight as he moved further down your body.

Finally, he got to your belly button, dipping his tongue (in and out of it) (over it and around) seductively, licking the area around and being able to properly take off your pants. His skilled fingers traced delicate lines along your skin, giving you tingles as you fell under his touch. He came to your panties, delving his face between your legs and rubbing his nose along the clothed opening. "Maaah~!" You moaned, getting increasingly wet as he did this.

He inhaled deeply, shuddering in pure bliss at your scent, "Your smell grows increasingly stronger the more aroused you get, Querida~" He bit the hem of your saturated panties between his teeth, groaning over them, "I love it so much~" He let the panties hang off of one of your ankles, bringing that same foot connected up to his face. He rubbed it along his cheek, nuzzling into the softness before dragging his lips over the bottom. You tried hard not to cringe back as the tickling sensation ran up your leg. You also hoped it was still clean enough, but either way, Brazil didn't seem to care. He treated your foot like a Goddess. He gave it nibbles and small licks as he breathed in, "I love your feet. They are always so nice~" Brazil would sometimes give you foot massages, which you would protest and say he never had to, but he always insisted.

"You really know how to make a girl feel special, Brazil~" You cooed, laying back and basking in the attention he gave you. "Mmm~" He gave you kisses along your ankle, mixing the skin with your panties as he lost himself in your smell. He once again bit your panties, flinging them off you like a rabid dog and tossing them aside to land on the floor. He grabbed your legs, sliding his hands up as he dragged his mouth along your exposed skin. He tongue darted out to lick your inner thigh as the tips of his fingers traced the lips of your pussy. "Ah! Mn~ Brazil..." You breathed out, one of his hands now massaging your inner thigh, one of the most sensitive spots to arouse sexual desire.

He dipped his fingers into your wet entrance, eliciting a chorus of delicious moans from you as you bucked your hips into his hands. He looked up, watching your face contort into pleasure as he curled and spread your walls. Brazil smiled serenely, this probably being one of the happiest moments in his life.He was pleasuring you, and you were accepting him and his desires. He pulled out his fingers, feeling a sense of pride when he saw you look at him in slight annoyance, indicating that you were enjoying his touch. Brazil brought his moist coated fingers to his face, breathing in the heavenly scent before licking them, all the while your (e/c), glassy eyes watched him, a light blush spreading on your features. He groaned huskily, "Muito gostoso~" (So delicious~).

"Brazil..." You moaned, reaching your arms towards him, beckoning him to you.

"O meu amor," he whispered deeply, coming to you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him into a deep kiss, grounding your naked crotch against his clothed one. As your tongues intermingled, he fumbled with his pants. Your saliva mixed, a bridge forming as he pulled away, but breaking just as fast as he sat up. He removed his shirt, exposing his naked chest. You wanted to run your hands along his tan skin, finding him completely sexy and so excited to see him naked, rubbing your legs together as they got heated. He stood up and removed his pants and underwear with ease, his long dick springing free, making you gulp in anticipation.

Brazil smirked and got on his knees. You didn't expect this, you thought he was going to come back to you and penetrate your throbbing cunt, but no. Instead, he brought his mouth to your nether lips. You gasped, your eyes going wide as your fingers fumbled to clutch anything around, finding the bed sheets and crumpling them in your grip. Brazil's tongue slipped between your folds, licking you into a further submission as you were being eaten out. He slid his tongue up your opening before sucking on your little bundle of nerves, sending you into a frenzy as you reached for his chocolate hair. He spoke, the words vibrating onto you and enhancing your pleasure, "You like this, don't you?"

"Ah... yes~!" You moaned, "Please, more~~"

He circled his lips over your clit once more, sucking and licking, nibbling it ever-so-lightly, "You taste and smell so good, meu coração~" (my heart.). The smell you were giving off only made him that much more horny as gripped his penis, holding it firmly in his hand and slowly pumping. It was like instinct, a female attracting the male with their pheromones, begging, wanting, needing to be mated! You were calling him with your scent, and he was here to deliver. As he pulled away, he licked his lips and kissed you on the mouth, spreading your flavours to you, "Can you taste what drives me so crazy, meu amor?"

"Ha..." you huffed, completely lost in the ecstasy he was providing. He sat you up, moving you towards him. As you tried your best to help, you came close to his body, his own scent dominating and making your head swirl with delight. Was this the scent of every male, or was it only Brazil that drove you wild? You wanted him to fuck you, it was like your life depended on it. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he sat on the bed, your legs going over his hips and his hard cock prodding your entrance. You kissed again as you slid down, allowing him to penetrate your walls. Moaning into the kiss, you couldn't help but press your entire body into you, craving him more than ever. Why haven't you tried to put yourself out there more for him? Of course sex with Brazil would be amazing! Perhaps you didn't want to take the chance, but it didn't matter anymore, because it was happening, and you were in love with it.

His tongue swirled inside your mouth as his dick kept going until it reached the hilt, some of your juices already leaking out and over him, dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. Blame him for getting you so aroused. You clenched your walls around him, making him grunt and involuntarily buck his hips. The need for air drew ever near, so you had to part or you'd surely pass out, which wasn't hard considering the erotic situation. You buried your face into him, gripping his hair and breathing heavily as your senses both blurred and heightened. Your vision wavered from the pleasure as you began sliding up and down him, but your sense of smell grew as you tried your best to breathe more of him and his intoxicating scent in. It was musky and earthy, but there was something else there you couldn't describe... His sweat-coated skin matched yours as things got even more heated, your movements becoming more forceful.

"Brazil, I can't keep this up..." You told him, your legs giving way to you.

He cradled you, laying your back on the bed and kissing you behind your ear, never ceasing his movements, "Then allow me a minha querida~" (my honey). He buried his face beside your head, in your hair, and lifted one of your legs up and around him, making you tilt on your side and giving him a better and deeper access inside of you.

He began thrusting, his hips meeting yours as hit you in a whole new way. You began drooling, the sensation too much, your (e/c) eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body went limp, letting Brazil use you as he pleased, and the both of you were loving it. "Ah, ah, AH! Brazil! YES!" Your words garbled into something incoherent after that.

Your vagina clenched around him tastefully, letting him know just how close you were to climaxing. Good thing too, because he didn't know how much longer he could hold himself. He moved his head up to look down at you, your lost expression only making him fall for you more. "(Y/n)..." He whispered, more to himself as he grated how lucky he was to have you.

You opened your teary eyes, looking up to him and smiling, grabbing his face in your hands and bringing him down to your lips once more, "Brazil, Brazil, make me cum~!"

He looked at you in wonderment for a moment before grinning back, "Sim, meu amor~" Lips connected in a wet smack, hips meeting in intense heat, clammy skin rubbing together in pure love making. This was how it was meant to be, "(Y/n)... (Y/n)..." He murmured your name over and over again, along with incoherent words in Portuguese.

Your body went rigid as the tip of his penis hit you in just the right spot, eliciting a loud cry and moan as you poured your essence over him, "BRAZIL~ AHHhh!"

He bucked harder a few more times, finding his own release and gushing his heart and soul into you. Fluids leaked out of you and onto the bed as you both lay there, catching your breath. He fell beside you, the both of you making eye contact. You smiled, and the started laughing with him. He rolled on his back, looking up to the ceiling and wiping his forehead with his arm, "This is crazy..."

You did the same, shaking your head in somewhat disbelief at how this night turned out, "But a good crazy, right?"

He rolled on his side, you mimicking his action so the two of you could look at each other. He wrapped an arm over you and pulled you to his chest, "The best kind of crazy there is."

You smiled happily, just resting into him in a beautiful silence. You began tracing his tan skin with your index finger, making patterns and pictures of anything and everything. You sighed happily, "Wanna take a shower together? I want more of this sexy, tanned body~"

He chuckled and rolled you over him before sitting up, making you giggle at his playfulness, "Only if I get to wash you~"

You grabbed Brazil's hand and got off the bed, leading him to the bathroom with a devilish glint in your eyes.

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