Yandere! [Ukraine×Canada]

Yandere [Part 45]

⚠️ THIS CHAPTER INCLUDES BADLY WRITTEN SMUT, SMUT AND MORE DUBCON (view last chapter for details) SMUT, THIS CHAPTER IS JUST PURE SMUT, PLOT WON'T ADVANCE SO FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS CHAPTER IF YOU DON'T LIKE SMUT ⚠️

🌸 It was so hard to write tame stuff after everything i've seen and written before this 😭 this chapter is ≈ 4500 words long..🌸

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Soft pants left Ukraine's mouth as Canada kissed his neck with great passion, sucking on his delicate skin to form bruises, as the sight of such marks truly got him in the mood for more. He hadn't really done it before, but the thought alone was enough to light a fire inside of him, so being able to do it with his precious Ukraine definitely was more than enough to satisfy him.

"Canada.." Ukraine muttered his name under his breath, moving his hands from the other's chest up to the back of his head to grasp his hair, simply wanting something to hold onto while Canada worked away at marking his pale skin, the larger man's hands being quick to snake underneath his shirt, being rather excited to explore his bare skin without Ukraine jumping up and hitting him like last time. His skin was so warm and soft..

The Canadian pulled away, looking Ukraine up and down for a good second, frowning at the clothes, despite knowing damn well that they'd be discarded sooner or later anyways, but in a mood like this, he just couldn't stand looking at them. He wanted to see the other's body, fuck, he needed to. Slowly, he got off of Ukraine and sat back, leaving the smaller Ukrainian a little confused, a confusion that would be soon enough cleared away. "Take your clothes off." Canada commanded, which Ukraine hesitated to comply with. He supposed he was sort of kinda alright with Canada taking off his clothes, but himself? Oh, how the thought made Ukraine's cheeks burn red with embarrassement, and not the good kind either. "Okay.." Ukraine mumbled.

He slowly sat up on his knees, giving Canada a quick glance to confirm what he already knew; Canada was staring at him with those hungry, lustful eyes. Fuck, did that man not see anything wrong with any of this? Truly made Ukraine wonder what was going on in the Canadian's head. "Well?" Canada muttered impatiently, which made Ukraine immediately grasp the lower rim of his shirt. "Sorry-! Got a bit- uhm- nevermind.." The Slavic huffed, taking in a few deep breaths as he lifted his shirt up and over his head, looking around the bed for a few seconds trying to figure out where to put his shirt, but Canada was quick to snatch it and practically just throw it across the room, leaving Ukraine stunned. Okay, holy shit- just continue, don't pay it any attention, just continue, Ukraine thought to himself, reaching to slowly take off his pants, face burning red as he did. Ukraine hesitated, but decided to just follow Canada's lead and just lightly throw the pants off of the bed, quickly looking to Canada for approval, which was granted.

"Good boy.." Canada grinned and before Ukraine could try and take off his underwear, the Canadian grasped his wrists tightly, shoving him back down against the bed. "That'll do, darling, that'll do." He hummed rather happily, leaning down to kiss Ukraine's chest and stomach, to which Ukraine responded to by biting his lip and tensing up again. Neither of them had done anything like this before, but Canada just.. He was so good. Maybe it was his crazy obsession doing most of the work, but fuck. As Canada trailed down his body with those sweet, loving kisses, Ukraine couldn't help but to squirm as he reached his lower stomach, feeling nervousness and slight regret wash over him as his hands were let go of. Why was he even letting Canada do this?! It wouldn't be his fault if that nosy idiot died! Ukraine whined, but all Canada did was shush him, sparing him a quick glance but nothing more. Ukraine watched with a helpless look in his eyes as Canada sat up a bit more and grasped Ukraine's underwear, forcing the Ukrainian to grasp the bedsheets just so he wouldn't act on impulse and punch him in the face again. He was extremely close to doing so. All of this just felt so disgusting and wrong..