CH oneshots

🔵🔥I can't help but like it🔥🔵

Smut
Gay
Incest
Bottom M Russia x Top M Soviet
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Russia knew none of this was okay but he couldn't help the bubbly feeling In his stomach or the heat in his cheeks and some other places. This was his dad for fucks sakes but they were doing this anyways.

Russia just looked down at the large red hand gently stroking his bare thigh. His breath hard as he felt his father's lips on his neck.

"Папа what if someone sees us?" Russia quietly asked. He then felt as his father stopped what he was doing and moved away from the younger countries neck. "No one will. I already told you your siblings are asleep." Russia looked back up to be met with one gold eye.

"A-alright." His father gave him a small smile before giving his head a small pat. "That's my good boy." he said before grabbing Russia's thighs and speeding them apart. Russia felt a shiver go down his spine from the sight. Everything below his waist had already been discarded a long time ago

Russia felt as embarrassment creeped up inside of him so he tried to close his legs from his father's eyes but the other man simply wouldn't let that happen. It wasn't like this was the first time they've ever done something like this.

According to all known laws
of aviation,

  there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.

  Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.

  The bee, of course, flies anyway

  because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.

  Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

  Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.

  Barry! Breakfast is ready!

  Ooming!

  Hang on a second.

 
Hello?

 
- Barry?
- Adam?

 
- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.

 
Looking sharp.

 
Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.

 
Sorry. I'm excited.

 
Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.

 
A perfect report card, all B's.

 
Very proud.

 
Ma! I got a thing going here.

 
- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!

 
- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!

 
Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!

 
- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.

 
- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.

 
Never thought I'd make it.

 
Three days grade school,
three days high school.

 
Those were awkward.

 
Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.

 
You did come back different.

 
- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

 
- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.