2p!Hetalia x Male!Reader Oneshots

2P! Japan x Male! Reader: Business as Usual

WARNING: NSFW (It's literally 100% porn guys, 18+ ONLY!), Knife play, Blood, Masochism, Cursing, you've been warned

"Stay still." The chiding voice of your boyfriend Kuro spoke from behind you. Your forearms were rested on the desk in front of you, back arched with your ass in his lap and his cock resting comfortably inside your fucked-out heat. You were utterly bare before him, while his pants were unzipped and his cock pulled out. You'd have to take his suit in for dry-cleaning after the events you were sure would come. You could feel the clipboard wiggling against your back with the tip of the pen he was using to fill out the forms for Xiao's recent 'business dealing'. Your skin rippled with chills at the contact, sensitivity curling up your spine and licking warm in the pit of your stomach due to your current, situation. A hand was run soothingly up your side, a whimper was ripped from your throat at the contact of Kuro's praising touch.

"Kuro..." Your brain felt fuzzy and it didn't help when the man reached forward to place the forms on the desk in front of you. His heavy length pressing around inside you, a shiver clawing deliciously across your flesh.

"I told you I'd let you know when I was done. Didn't I?" His tone grew a bit darker, harsher, and his hand squeezed your outer thigh roughly in his palm.

"Yeah, I know, I just-" There was a hand at the back of your neck, and suddenly your cheek was being sent into the pile of papers against the desk, pain shooting from the contact all the way into the pit of your stomach, igniting heat and causing your dick to bob forward. A spurt of pre-cum leaked out at the tightening of the hand on the back of your neck, nails grazing your skin as your hips were raised and Kuro laid his full weight right into your throbbing walls.

"So, why aren't you being a good boy and being patient?" He growled, his breath fanning your ear as he shifted behind you, hand searching for something you couldn't see even if you tried.

"I'm sorry! I was really trying, I promise-" You gasped as the hand at the nape of your neck grabbed a fist full of hair and yanked your head back.

"I think you need to be punished, actually. I don't tolerate liars in my office, Y/n." He hummed, arching you further off the desk until you felt as though your back was bending to break right in two. Through this movement, the weight of him was a constant inside you, he wasn't moving even a centimeter. And yet you ached for it, ached for the thorough pounding he usually gave you. And it still hadn't come, your cock throbbed as it leaked more precum.

"What, what are you gonna do?" It was hard to breathe with your head bent back so far, your wind-pipe extended and your voice came out high and pitched. Though Kuro usually displays little to no emotion in typical situations, a chuckle purred up from his chest and right into your ear. Your ears rang with the sound, and suddenly, despite your lack of oxygen already, you were rendered breathless as the tip of a blade was gently trailed up the side of your naked torso. As it traced across your ribs, your breathing quickened into shallow pants and your cock gave another throb.

"You certainly don't need to know." He purred, the knife settling against the thin skin on the underside of your throat. The metal was cool, but it did nothing to soothe the roiling heat shifting beneath your skin.

"Now be a good boy and don't move, I'd hate to get your blood on the paperwork I just filled out." He spoke while drawing his length from your body slowly. You braced yourself for the impact of his next movement, but instead, he stood with the tip of his cock barely breaching your entrance. And he stood for long enough you relaxed and nearly turned your head to make eye contact with him. That was until you were jerked forward and stars erupted in your vision at the first harsh thrust right into your wet cavern.

"Ah!" You cried, trying hard to keep the blade from piercing the skin of your vulnerable neck. And his punishing pace did not let up, you were jerked forward relentlessly and half of your mind was forced to stay focused on the sharp promise of pain at your pulse-point. The other half was sinking into the blissful cushion of a good thorough fucking. You didn't realize when his hand left your hair, too focused on the blade and the heat blissfully forcing itself in and out of you. You thought you were getting really good at keeping the knife from cutting you with the movement until Kuro decided you were getting too good.

"Nng!" Crying out from the absolute pleasure and pain of his hand wrapped around your neglected cock and the piercing cut of the knife over the first layer of skin at your throat. "Fuck, hah, Kuro!" You whimpered, unable to stop the embarrassing noises from mixing with the wet slapping of skin on skin at the continuously punishing pace laying into you.

"Oh, darling, you hurt yourself." He pulled the knife away and, without missing a beat, flipped you over to lay against the desk, the paperwork spilling out across the floor. Your head hung off and without the threat of the knife, you allowed yourself to bounce ruthlessly on his hard cock. There was a tongue lapping at your throat, more sounds were ripped from your chest as Kuro sucked over the wound on your neck, lapping a mark onto your skin possessively. His hand squeezed your length and sent a ripple to the tight bundle of nerves twisting in your lower abdomen. Your moans grew more ragged and desperate as his hands pulled your hips down to meet his thrusts. Burrowing so deep and brushing against your prostate, making stars fizzle across your vision.

"That's it, you've been good. Come for me." He growled the last few words, the demanding tone sent you further to the edge as he began to attack your neck once more. Sucking mark after mark across your blemish-free skin. His hand twisted as he jerked you off, the firm grasp was all you needed as his harsh thrusting sent you into an earth-shaking orgasm.

"Fuck!" You all but screamed. Hot spurts of come coated his fingers and your chest, slicking his movements across your cock as he milked your orgasm. His teeth released your throat as you convulsed around his cock, his movements became ragged as he chased his own release until he was coating your insides with thick, hot ropes of his seed. You whimpered through it pathetically, fucked out on your blissful high as he panted atop you. He kissed up your neck, his clean hand reaching up to gently cup your cheeks as he made it to your lips. You shared a passionately breathless kiss, his thumb stroking across your cheekbone adoringly.

"How do you feel?" He asked after a moment, gently pulling out of you and sending a weak pulse of pleasure to your stomach. This was your favorite part, Kuro loved to cover you in affection as aftercare. He enjoyed making sure you were fully aware and alright with his previous actions in the bedroom, never wanting to cross any lines. Thankfully, you were just as kinky as he seemed to be, and highly enjoyed everything he had to offer, sometimes he even had a hard time keeping up with you.

"Fucking, wonderful." You panted, slinging your arms limply around his shoulders, playing with the fabric of his button-up shirt. He ran his hand through your hair, across your scalp soothingly, and leaving it to rest on the back of your neck.

"I adore you." He nearly purred, his eyes roaming your marked-up form from head to toe. You felt blood rush to your face, the comment meant as much as an 'I love you' because you knew that's exactly how the man meant it.

"How is your throat?" He asked while eyeing the cut you were sure rested among the bruises forming on your skin.

"Feels good," You smiled to yourself, pulling the other just a little closer. Aftercare was the most affectionate time between the two of you, and you usually took full advantage of it. "So..." You played with the hair at the nape of Kuro's neck as he narrowed his eyes down at you. You smiled innocently, knowing he already knew what was about to spill from your lips.

"Round two?" You smirked and he simply chuckled that deep rumble, reaching up to fist your hair in his hand, pulling you back to look him dead in the eyes.

"Get on your knees and pick up this fucking mess. Then, we'll see." He hummed.

Fuck, you loved him.