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I immediately turn around and tried to push him away from me, but his grip was too tight that I barely suffocate.
But little did I know, his face was getting more closer and closer to mine until I felt my lips touch against his. I wasn't able to deny this sweet kiss of his because I missed it. No, I hated it that I fought back making the kiss go even deeper.
I open my mouth a little to catch some breath but I felt his tongue inserted inside and swirls around mine, making me taste some of the alcohol that was coming from his seductive tongue then gently pulls away leaving a trace of saliva at the end of our tongues.
"R-Russia..." I panted from his deep kiss.
In a bed, he was on top of me. He actually tied my wrist with his stupid belt!?
"(Y/n)..." He called.
"I'm not letting you leave me again.." Russia licks my neck down to my chest.
"Please stop...." I begged as I covered my mouth.
Tears of pain starts to flow down to my cheeks. Upon he kiss it away, I looked away from him.
"(Y/n)...." He called again but I ignore him.
"(Y/n)..." He called twice.
I ignore.
"(Y/n)..." He called trice.
I ignore.
I can hear his teeth gritted a bit, he gently put his hand unto my palm as he forcedly wanting me to look at him in the eyes.
"Give me another chance..." He leaned his head on my shoulder.
I didn't answer his question but I can feel that he clenches. He's mad that I didn't gave him the explanation before.
Furthermore, He looked at me straightly. His eyes we're filled with loneliness and sadness which I couldn't bare the most.
"I-I should be the one telling t-that!!...s-still that doesn't mean that I can still get back with y-you!.." I stuttered with embarrassment.
"Is it because of Poland?..." He said.
"Y-yes...?" I replied.
"What if I make you mine again, will you accept me.."
"Eh-"
He kissed me...
He kissed me even more deeply than before, this time he went his tongue inside my mouth. I breathe heavily while his kisses were exhausting me.
This time, he sneak inside my sweater holding my waist tightly. On the other hand, he rub my breast under my bra.
His knee is currently touching below my private part. The taste of his tongue is likely to be vodka that he used to be drinking, I hate alcohol!.
The smell is strong yet It's hitting me little by little. As my face went slowly heat up, he undressed my sweater up upon he tied it double on my wrist.
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Acak"My vodka~..." He said as his heavily breath slowly getting close to my face making me leaning my lips against his. It was my fault from the beginning that I made him drunk, drunk from my seduction and love when I first met him. ★•★ Russia × Reader...
