OLD - This is slightly mature, so please don't read it if your uncomfortable, please skip.
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You looked around the Kirkland house, making sure to check every room for a sign of someone being home. You had found nothing but empty rooms and remembered that there was only one place left to check.
Arthur's study.
His study was often locked and you often wondered why that was. Being curious, you asked his oldest brother, Allistor. However, the Scotsman told you that he assumed it was to get away from them since they were complete idiots.
As you reached the study, you knocked on the wooden door.
"Arthur? Are you in there?"
No response. A small burst of excitement caused you to smile. You would be along for the first time in forever! No hearing Arthur and his siblings fight, no having to smell the aroma of Arthur's awful cooking.
Flopping down on your comfy bed, the mattress gave out a small creek, as if it didn't want to bear the weight of a human person at this time. Sighing peacefully, you began to think of Arthur. He wasn't as bad as his brothers first told you he was. They said that he was crazy and had a horrible temper. However, you never had to experience said temper... well, at least not first hand, anyway. He was actually quite sweet and very handsome too.
A heat began to spread throughout your body as you remembered an incident that had occured with Arthur at a Halloween Party.
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The Halloween party had come at last! You smiled thoughtfully as you put on your homemade pirate costume, and nodded to yourself.
'I look pretty good!' you thought, doing a small twirl in front of the mirror.
'I wonder if Arthur will like it.' ever since his brothers had introduced you to Arthur you found that you had a lot in common; from favorite books and movies to love of tales of mythical creatures. You two had been the best of friends ever since and as time passed the feeling slowly turned into love, for you at least.
Entering the party, you saw America in a cowboy costume and Japan in a samurai costume. Lights were flashing obnoxiously and pop music blared from the giant speakers. It was a good thing this was a private road that the host lived on, otherwise there might have been trouble with the police...
"Ello, love."
You turned to see England dressed in a pirate captain costume, a slight blush on his face made you assume that he had drank a bit before you arrive.
'Wow..he looks good' Your cheeks began to heat up at the sight and Arthur smirked.
"See something you like?" he asked and you quickly shook your head walking off to somewhere else.
You thought that you had actually gotten away from the drunk England but your theory was proven wrong when you were slammed against the wall.
"Can't run from me, poppet." Arthur whispered sensually and you shivered.
"A-Arthur.." Ok..maybe he was very drunk. He shushed you and pressed his slightly chapped lips to your neck, humming in approval at the sound you made once he found your sweet spot. What felt like a bolt of electricity shot through you as he bit down harshly.
"Oh..A-Arthur!"
Chuckling darkly, he began to drag his hand under your shirt, pressing against your stomach. Squeezing your eyes shut you moaned as pleasure coursed through your veins at his touch.
"That's right love..moan for me."
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It felt like your body was on fire as you remembered the time that occured. Arthur didn't remember as he was drunk but you,
You remembered every detail.
Your hand traveled down your stomach and into your (F/C) underwear as you shut your eyes, unable to keep still anymore. Your fingers circled your opening, making you shudder with anticipation. Slowly slipping a finger in, you began to pump it in and out of your womanhood, moaning lightly.
Your mind began to produce images of Arthur doing this to you. His skilled hands making you melt and want more. Closing your eyes, you indulged in the fantasy.
"You like this don't you? Such shameless behavior." He teased as he added another finger into you. He smirked darkly, watching as you squirmed around, feeling the heat envelop your entire body.
"P-Please Arthur..." you begged, encouraging him to go faster with his skilled fingers, to manipulate you some more.
"Yes, you crave my touch it seems. Little vixen." he grabbed your neck with his free hand, roughly pushing his lips on yours. Your hips bucked up as a third finger slipped into you, his pace increasing. The knot in your stomach was close to bursting as you gasped from all the pleasure you felt.
"Yes, come for me (Y/N), do it!" he hissed roughly, pulling his fingers out and slamming them back into you.
With a scream, you released all over your fingers, thoroughly exhausted. Climbing under the covers of your bed, you almost immediately fell asleep. Little did you know, a certain Englishman was watching from the doorway the whole time.
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Oh Lordy Lordy-
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