Kinky Countries. (xReader)

Netherlands - Leather/Latex

Oh Gods. You were sitting in the Netherlands living room, fidgeting in your spot on the couch. You looked down at your fingers which were intertwined with each other, crating random knots that were easy to unfold, if they weren't so tight.

Netherlands' green eyes narrowed in on you, his pipe at his lips as he drew in a breath, before releasing it as a smoky cloud and speaking, "What ish wrong, (Y/n)?"

You gave a crooked smile, shifting once again in your seat, "It's just that, I know because your house is so clean and... You don't like people making a mess, and I saw you get angry with someone who touched a spoon once..."

As you trailed off, the both of you just stared at each other. What was he thinking? You couldn't tell at all. Maybe there was the slightest bit of curiosity in those set eyes of his, like he was studying you. He finished off his pipe and relaxed more on his spot on the couch, "Ja. But you have nothing to worry about, I can tolerate you."

Is this a compliment? "Haha, thank you? I think." Netherlands was in interesting country, he had emotions that he could show, but he chose not to most of the time. At least this was your thought. You've seen him smile, you've seen him frown, but you doubted he just let those emotions run however they felt. Either that or he was a psychopath. Unless that was the same thing... Maybe you shouldn't have had five shot of tequila last night.

"Nm," he nodded. And thus, the silence ensued. It's not like Netherlands made you uncomfortable, you were just wary around him sometimes because you yourself didn't wanna upset him. A silly thought, because the two of you were good friend and he wouldn't hate you after one argument, but it's just something that always nagged your mind whether intentional or not. Other than that, the two of you could have as much fun as anyone.

You gazed around his home. Yup; this was definitely his place. It literally sparkled with the cleanliness of each object. Doth your eyes besiege you, or are there stars on the roof because it was so well pristine? "Twinkle twinkle~" You sang to yourself, before looking at him with a large smile, "So, how are you?"

He scratched the back of his neck with one finger, his face stoic as he replied, "Horny."

PFFFFFFFFT. Netherlands was more straight out then you thought! Your face progressively grew redder as you tried to think of an actual reply to his sudden 'outburst', your voice high-pitched, "O-Oh, really?"

"Nm," he nodded, again. He then got up and walked over to you in long strides, his shadow coming over your smaller figure as you stared up at him, trying to figure out what he was doing. He then bent over, quickly, grabbing the back of your chair with his hands leaning over to your ear. He blew his breath over it, manipulating your skin into goosebumps and making you shiver. You could feel his lips with ever word as he asked in a sultry voice, "What do you want for dinner?"

This man confused you. You gave a giggle, though sounding nervous, you were more just entertained but the way he was portraying himself at the moment. You leaned back, as did he, to look into each others eyes. His were shining brightly, contrasting his stoic look, seeming happy to just have you over at his house. This made you smile even more. You told him, "Something Dutch. I like experiencing the cuisine of different cultures."

Netherlands debated whether or not to kiss you on the cheek. It's not like it was eating at him, but he wasn't sure if you'd appreciate it. Then again, you WERE here to experience his kink, a simple kiss on the cheek should be fine. Gently, he placed his soft lips to your face, giving it a tiny smooch. This made your heart race, the action so small, but just now you felt like the two of you were boyfriend and girlfriend; like an actual couple.

He walked off to the kitchen to check and see if he had all the ingredients, leaving you to sit in the lounge room and recall the events of just now. You quickly remembered one of his answers, your face going red and leading you to think, 'Wait, are we just going to play off this horny situation?'. You looked to the archway he disappeared from, narrowing your eyes. Maybe he was just saying that to stir you up?

Nope. He was hard as fuck, and it was all your fault, so you'd have to deal with it later.

...

"Back in the 17th century, I was an important colonial power ruling the world's spice trade." Netherlands was telling you about the dinner he had prepared, serving a portion of the Bami Goreng on your plate, "The jewel in my crown was Indonesia, and when the Dutch East India Company went bust in the 19th century, Indonesia became a colony of mine." He walked around and took a seat in front of you, dinner all laid out to perfection, "Ever since then, Indonesian food has been considered synonymous with Dutch cuisine."

You didn't think this really counted for what you meant, but it was still interesting to know this nonetheless, "Wow. I had no idea." You took a forkful of the food and placed it in your mouth, moaning in delight, "It's delicious!"

He gave a small smile, poking at his own plate, "Then I am glad." He looked up at you from under his eyelashes, telling you, "Eat up. We're going later."

Your eyes lit up in excitement, "To experience your kink?"

"Ja," he nodded, placing the fork to his lips, "And you'll need your energy."

Gaping, your mind swarmed with all the possibilities of what that might mean it is.

...

You were in shock. Right now, you were by the door at 12:30 in the morning, in a latex body suit with a special, er, slit along your vagina. You were also wearing black, high heels and a bug, furry coat over your shoulders. You felt like a million bucks, but why on Earth were you dressed like this?

Netherlands then emerged, coming towards you in tight, leather pants that greedily hid an obvious bulge. He was also zipping up a leather jacket with nothing underneath it, "Are jou ready?"

"Y-Yeah," you answered, trying to keep your composure over how 'WOW' he looked, and that's literally the only way you could describe him right now. Netherlands looked wild and bad~ His crazy, stuck up hair and glowing, green eyes only adding the effect, along with his chiselled face.

Netherlands linked his arm with yours and opened the door, leading you out. The two of you came to his sleek, light, black car, Netherlands opening the door for you, to which you thanked him and entered. Your stomach had butterflies at the thought of where the two of you could possibly be going. Netherlands drove around the lit city, tourists and natives alike, walking and chatting like they were all good friends, though you doubted any of them actually knew each other.

After about fifteen minutes you pulled up to a shady looking building with the street lights not working and graffiti lining the brick walls. You looked around the area, trying to decipher where you might be, "Where are we?" You asked, giving up.

He unbuckled his belt and turned to you, eyeing you up and down before answering, "I shuppose you can call it like... Clubbing."

"Clubbing?" You tilted your head, thinking it over and smiling, "That would explain the outfits!" He nodded, like per his usual acknowledgement. When you exited the car, you then added, "That would also explain the thumping, loud music." You couldn't really hear it in the car, but now it was quite noticeable.

Netherlands came back to your side and linked his arm with yours once again, "If you want to leave at anytime, just let me know." The both of you began heading towards the building. He opened the door and the music became louder and you saw flashing, rave-like lights from down a long hallway. Netherlands continued informing you, "It may be surprising at first, but I am confident jou vill get through it." He then looked down at you, his eyes soft, yet also possessive, "Just stick vith me, oke?"

Though nervous, you smiled up at him, the two of you stopping in front of another door, "Sure thing." Your arms tightened together as Netherlands pushed open the door.

Ho-ly fuck. The place was packed, black and flashing in blues, pinks and oranges. No one here was completely naked, but most had their private parts on full display. There were people dancing, drinking, kissing, having sex, the works! But one main thing they had in common? Latex and leather. Everyone wore latex, and now you could understand the outfit choice. There were people wearing all sorts of latex designs, from a full body-suit that covered their head, to maybe something that seemed out of a fetish fairy-tail. Some were on all fours in leather collars and leads, being pulled around like man-dogs. "Vhat are you thinking?" Netherlands bent to your ear, speaking so you could hear.
Your face became aflame, "I-It's quite interesting. I guess I'm more surprised, I didn't expect you to be so... Loose."

There was a woman twirling your way, a woven basket full of brightly-coloured goods inside hung off the elbow crease of her arm. She was in a body suit of latex, parts of it looked cut and her tits were jouncing about. She gave the two of you a bright smile and spoke, "Hallo, hoe gaat het met je vanavond?" (Hello, how are you tonight?). You tilted your head in curiosity at her words and then looked into the basket, seeing an array of florescent vials and packaged pills. She noticed your interest and held the basket out to you, "Wil je wat drugs?" (Do you want some drugs?).

"Ja," Netherlands said, taking out a vial of some pink liquid and downing the contents before handing the empty vial back.

"Did she say drugs?" You shouted over the music, earning a nod from him as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve, the colour in his eyes seeming to become more prominent as his pupils enlarged.

The girl noticed your hesitation and took out a vial of brightly coloured blue, popping open the little cork and giving you a grin, "I vill halp you, ja!" She cheered in accented English, tipping the liquid in her mouth and then grabbing you from around your waist.

"Wha-? MMN!" You had little time to react as she force-fed you the unknown substance. As her tongue entered your mouth, the liquid drained down your throat. You became half-lidded at the strangely, erotic feeling she was giving you as she pressed her entire body to you, rubbing against you and making you do something without your permission. You moaned into the kiss, her not hesitating at all to let the wild noises out.

Eventually, she parted from you, poking her tongue out with was dripping with blue saliva. Her peppy attitude returned from her lustful one as she gave the both of you a small wave, "Veel plezier ermee~!" (Have a fun night~!).

Your head was woozy, and it wasn't from the drugs, but more so the excitement of what just happened. You turned to Netherlands who was watching you with hungry eyes, his cock obviously more swollen now. You rubbed your legs together and licked your lips, breathing heavily, "Wow, what an introduction! Haha~"

"Ja," he said, his voice raspy. He then grabbed your wrist, yanking you through the crowd of people and to a long, cushion-y chair against the wall, sitting you on it and ordering, "Wait here." He disappeared in the crowd of party-goers, leaving you to observe your surroundings. To your right was a wall and a space that you assumed Netherlands would take since to your left were two - no, three people having sex. The sound of latex was almost drowned out by the music, but not entirely. Netherlands returned, handing you a drink of what you assumed was some sort of alcohol, "Here. Drink."

He sat down beside you and you took a sip of your cup, wondering if you should mix alcohol with whatever it was you took before. "Hey, Netherlands!" You shouted, getting his eyes look at yours and not over your body, "What drug did that girl give me?"

He reached over and slid the shoulder of your coat off, sliding his fingers along the black latex over your arms, "Blue nitro. Or liquid ecstasy. Or fantasy or GHB. It doesn't matter, they're all the same."

You watched as he sculled half of his drink before moving closer to you, his hand not one bit shy as it pulled you closer to him. You held onto your drink tighter, feeling your body submit to his advances, "What are the effects?"

He put his pointer-finger to the bottom of your glass, tilting it up and to your mouth, making you slowly drink it, "Euphoria and increased sex drive." He green eyes trailed the little trickle of drink escaping the corner of your mouth, maybe he was pushing it faster than he thought, "You may also get dizzy and become clumsier but don't worry," when your glass was pulled away, his mouth replaced it, lapping up the drink, "I'm here to watch you." f course, he won't state what else could happen because he didn't wanna scare you, but he also had faith that you'd be fine. Countries don't usually go down so easily and you've bee susceptible to drug testing before in a POW camp. This will only grant you pleasure~ Probably.

Netherlands pressed his mouth to yours, instantly shoving his tongue in and creating a heated make-out session of his own. Usually, you'd be so embarrassed, especially with the ferocity of his ministrations, and the fact that you were in a public place no less! But everyone around you was full of fervour, and it only added to the need of you getting in on the action. You don't know what happened to your glass, but it was gone. As your lips were smushed together, his tongue tying with yours and slipping down to the back of your mouth, he reach around and took off the other shoulder, your coat being tossed to beside you and leaving you in the suit. Which reminds you... You pulled away from him, left in a heated, blushing mess, the alcohol and drugs finally kicking in, "Your kink! You need to tell me about your kink!"

He dragged you onto his lap, his large, latex bulge slipping between the opening of your slit, which lead directly to you vagina. You were dripping all over him, and fuck did this material feel good on your naked body. He took off his leather jacket, leaving his torso bare, "Leather and latex." With those words, he got a firm grip on your hips, grinding himself against you and making you let out a throaty moan.

You were panting like a boar in heat, "Y-Yes but, why? I need, Ahh~ Oh gods..." His mouth came to your body, and although you couldn't feel his lips directly on you, you felt the warmth and pressure from them as he moved them along your breasts. "I need more information~"

His mouth came to the skin at the top of your neck, where the body-suit ended, sucking and nibbling on the delectable treat, "At first it vas visual stimulus. I like the way the materials look en how they shine. Then it was smell," he buried his nose in the area above your breasts, inhaling deeply, "The chemical smell it gives off is like an orgasm to my senses." Well that's one way to put it. "It also gives off the feeling of being naked, which can be so erotic in public." He proceeded with shifting something down by his crotch, his erected cock springing free and rubbing over your latex stomach, your eyes connecting in a silent, erotic conversation while his mouth added, "Not to mention the bondage feel. Doesn't it feel good, the tight suit hugging your skin?"

It did, it really did. You loved the way it hugged your body, making you feel bonded by the substance. You looked down at the head of his cock, leaking with his essence as he pleasured himself on you. You found this completely erotic, closing your eyes and allowing your head to fall to the side as you tried to take in his words over the immense pleasure he was giving you, mixed with the drug that was flowing through your system. When you reopened them, you saw the people next to you had changed, now it was a girl with a strap-on, fucking a man in a doberman-like dog-head from behind. They both turned to you, the man howling while the girl gave you a wink and a cowgirl swing of her arm.

You smiled politely before looking back at Netherlands, who caught your eye. He placed one of his hands on the back of your neck and brought you to his face, "I'm going to fuck you now. Right here. In front of everyone."

"Jesus Christ," you gasped, his words sending you into a deeper euphoria. Your eyes enlarged into the size of saucers, your mouth beginning to drool. Was the drug getting stronger? And the latex felt soooo good~ Netherlands had already started entering himself inside you, his thick cock filling you nicely. You began giggling, feeling such a sense of elation, mixed with how fucking horny you are and him satisfying it. "Yes~ Ahhh~ Netherlands~"

This man, - this very man that was taking you in front of at least a hundred strangers, some of which were participating in vial acts themselves - was not only losing his mind at being inside you right now, but so happy that you were here with him. You were one of the only people he'd make certain exceptions for, you were even probably the only person he'd willingly show this side of him too. And the fact that you were doing it with HIM, and having a blast? He was so proud, so happy, so honoured. "(Y/n)..." he grunted, bucking his hips so that he was nestled nice and deep.

"Ha~! So deep!" You squealed out, quivering from everything around you. Your senses heightened, the heavy bass and thump of the music seemed to literally bounce within you. You swayed slightly, looking down at the man who was inside you. There's nothing more you'd like right now then to be fucked by him in any way possible. You wanted to give him your most intimate parts, to show him just how dirty you could be. Your shaky hands reached for his face, gently holding it. He seemed more relaxed than you, but on the inside he was dying to see your reaction. You swallowed thickly, bringing your face down to his, "Netherlands..."

Just like that, you were kissing. You couldn't even remember making contact, you just felt your tongue drag over his in a ferverous dance. His hands traced down your body and to your hips, grasping them firmly and helping you slide up his cock. In one, swift movement, he slammed you back down on him, making you throw your head back from the kiss so you could scream up to the ceiling.

The actions repeated, and everything was so amazing! This is incredible! This is a reveleration. Relervation? Oh, you had no idea, and you didn't care! "Dish, ish, sho, good!" You gasped out between breaths and rides of his dick, each word escaping you in a slurred manner after ever thrust he gave you. "Ah! I can feel it! You're hitting my womb!!" You cried out, gripping his bare shoulders. "I LOVE IT!" It was like you could feel your (e/c) eyes swirl with madness and lust.

The couple next to you, a new couple now that seemed much more mundane than the last, cheered you on. They threw their fists up in the air, "Jij gaat meid!" (You go girl!).

Another crazy giggle escaped you as you shook your head at them, "I have no idea what you're saying, but WHOOOHOO!~" You then gave your undivided attention to Netherlands, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him down so that he was lying on his back. You lips enveloped over his ear, biting the flesh whilst your hot breath made him shudder, "My turn~!"
After giving him a quick kiss, you sat back up placed both of your hands on his hard chest, bringing yourself up and slamming yourself even harder onto his cock. He groaned, fighting for his cum, trying his best to keep it inside him a little longer, "NGN. (Y/n),~ Goden, vrouw." (Gods, woman.). Oh, ho, this was too good~! He gazed at you, your breasts being restricted in the latex of your outfit. As much as he loved this kink of his, he was craving to see you naked, or at least what was partying under the suit. Swiftly, he reached up and teared the material, your breasts being released into the world, jouncing with every bit of movement you created. Fuck, he was so close.

Netherlands growled, halting you mid ride and changing positions so that he was on top of you. He didn't hesitate to continue the vigorous thrusting you had started. Your hands fell to your side, your fingers twitching in delight as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your tongue fell out of your mouth, like you were having the best seizure of your life, "Yes, YES! FUCK ME!! HARDER!!!"

Oke, how could he NOT cum now? His throbbing cock hit you deep once more, his balls tightening as he spilt all of his seed inside you. You could feel it all, you could feel the head hit the opening of your most treasured, baby keeper (although you couldn't get pregnant), it was still a totally hot thought to you that he was cumming so far inside your being. You could feel his hot cum fill you to the brim, overflowing and running down your legs. Your own orgasm was triggered by this, your cunt milking him of every last drop, greedily drawing him in and guzzling his semen whilst mixing it with your own essence.

The two of you were laying there in a panting mess. Not half-an-hour in and the two of you had already connected in a way that usually took the others more of a foreplay to succeed. Sure, maybe you were influenced by the chick from earlier, but does this mean it had to end now? "Netherlands, that was AMAZING!"

Still huffing, he gave you a smug grin, "Ja, it was incredible." It still is, honestly just being like this, in each others arms, still connect by his cock in your cunt, he was happy. And so were you. "How're you feeling?" He asked, making sure you were still okay and that nothing bad had happened, "Are jou tired?"

"Nope!" You cheered. The two of you changed positions, his limpish dick falling out of you as you stood up. You spread your arms and legs like a star-fish, motioning to everything around you, "I wanna party some more!"

His green eyes fell to the waterfall of cum dripping from your entrance and onto the floor of the club. Netherlands chuckled, licking his lips in anticipation for the rest of the night that was to come.

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