Emil began to apply some rose red blush to his face, letting the brush sweep over his skin. He had quite a talent when it came to applying makeup, and he enjoyed doing it to himself.
Emil was dressed in a cute, pink, ruffly dress with a pair of white stockings with ribbons at the knees, and a nice pair of patent Mary-Janes. A wig the shade of his platinum-blonde hair adorned the top of his head, the locks braided up into pigtails. He looked adorable!
The boy smiled to himself, pleased with what he had done. Sure, he went into his girlfriend's closet and makeup, but hey, she wouldn't have noticed. Emil loved crossdressing in his lover's clothes when she was at work. It gave him a sense of freedom, plus he liked the feeling of girls clothes.
Emil spun around, admiring himself into the mirror when he heard a feminine voice.
"Elskan? I'm home!"
Shit! (Y/n) was home, what was he gonna do? He couldn't get caught in this getup!
"Elskan? Are you- Oh my god."
(Y/n) opened the bedroom door to see her boyfriend dressed up in one of her dresses, makeup and hair done. Her hand flew to her mouth as she circled the flustered Icelandic male.
"Uh, hi? LOOK IM SORRY-"
"You look adorable!"
Huh? A confused look spread onto Emil's face, not expecting this reaction from the female.
"You're so darn cute!" She met his lips into a deep kiss, tasting the cherry-flavored lipgloss that he applied. After separating, she stepped back and stared at the boy.
"(Y/n)?"
"Uhh, Emil?"
"Já?"
"Can I do this?" She stepped closer to him and gave him another kiss, taking force and dominance over the male.
The couple waltzed over to their bed, still locked in their embrace. Emil pushed the girl on the bed slipping off every fiber of clothing on her body, save for the lingerie.
"Mmm. So pretty."
"You should take that dress off as well. I don't like being the only naked one here." (Y/n) tugged at the hem of the pink fabric. Emil slipped off the garment, revealing himself in a teal bra and strawberry-printed panties. A bulge was growing in the fabric, a few spots already wet with leakage. He slipped off his shoes and wig, giving the girl a bite between her neck and shoulder.
"You look hot elskan." (Y/n) gave Emil a little panty rub with her left hand and slapped one of his bottom cheeks with the right. A moan leaked from his glossy lips, begging for her to get on top.
Emil soon emerged out of his shell and took charge. The bra slipped off the maiden, and he fondled both left buds with his skilled tongue. His finger slipped into her womanhood, adding two more after hearing her desperate cries.
"E-Emil. Please, don't stop-" (Y/n) released onto his fingers, moaning and panting. He tasted her juices, savoring the sweet taste and incorporating it into their kiss.
"Don't you taste amazing, engill?" Emil smirked.
"Já. And I'm sure you do too." (Y/n) freed the growing bulge and let it stiffen. His size began to increase, making the girl feel a bit unsure. This was their second time doing it, not used to his size all the way yet.
"Please! Now!" Emil screamed in between moans.
She gave him a lick, catching all the beads of leakage from the throbbing muscle. Her lips wrapped around the tip, and she began to thrust into him, fondling his balls simultaneously.
"E-Elskan. J-Já." Emil slipped off his bra and attempted to slip off the strawberry-printed panties. But (y/n) was focused on licking Emil down, he couldn't do it. Besides, he was enjoying this.
Releasing into her mouth, Emil finally managed to slip the undergarment and toss it to the pile of fabric. He got into place, and let the female slip onto the muscle. She paused, letting her body adjust to his size. Once the pleasure kicked in, they were off, exploring new feelings and levels of love.
"EMIL!"
"(Y/N)!"
Their climaxes broke, syncing with each other after the last thrust.
"Oh my god. That was amazing elskan." (Y/n) gave her lover a sweet kiss.
"Já. Ég elska þig, mín engill." Emil returned the kiss.
The couple fell into a deep, sweet sleep; entangled in each other's arms.
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Another Iceland fic. A lemon, shall I say?
I am working on your requests! Just revising and trying to come up with ideas. Yay.
Iceland does not belong to me.
Enjoy!
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Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines
FanfictionThe Nordics are one of the most popular groups in Hetalia, but they still need more love! Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya! Cover art does not belong to me.
