Smut Challenge~!

Pasta(North Italy)

He was going to get in trouble.

“Mm..it’s r-really g-good Feliciano.” You choked out as you placed another portion of his homemade pasta in your hot and awaiting mouth. “Did you do something d-different?” Your legs rubbed together underneath the table as your tongue darted and swirled around the delicious substance before it was swallowed.

He was got to get in really bad trouble.

“Um..n-no not r-really.” He was red in face and if it weren’t for the intense heat pooling in between your legs, you would’ve pressed him on it.

He lied to you, he just lied to you.

You laughed weakly as you finished you plate and the sound of you dropping your fork on it almost made him jump. He gulped as he watched you pull at the collar of your dress. “I-is it hot in here or is it just me?”

He knew why you were acting so funny…but France said not to tell you.

“U-um no it’s pretty cool in here mi a-amore.” He froze as he watched your hazy gaze lock onto him.

He shouldn’t have done it, but France said if he did [Name] would make him feel really good.

He jumped as you rose from your seat and slowly started to approach him, not even bothering to adjust your dress. Crap. You knew. You found out what he did and now you were going to hate him.

All he did was make pasta…with a few special added ingredients. It wasn’t like he drugged you anything, he just added more ingredients that were known for  as—ass…astrodi…..aphrodisiacs than normal like France said!

All his thoughts vanished from his mind as you ran your other hand down his shirt and resting it on his midriff. The Italian country moaned as you straddled his waist and began to twirl his curl around your fingers.

“[N-name]…” He instinctively bucked his hips into your hand as it moved to unzip his pants and grab his member. He watched with half lidded eyes as you raised yourself on top of him, already moving your panties to the side.  His tip pressed against your drenched opening and he groaned in satisfaction.

“F-Feliciano….I’m sorry, but I need you.” You muttered with burning cheeks. Italy called out your name before quickly grabbing your hips and bringing it down to his. He held you close and began to desperately pound into you.

And as you called out his name repeatedly, he happily thought to himself,

I should thank Mr. France.