Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

54 - Washroom 🇻🇦*Soviet*

I had to rewrite this one TWO TIMES
This is the final one
For you, ProteccTaeTae ❤️
Smut warning (Kink warning as well: sadist/masochist, bit of BDSM, blood, others.)

Keeping a relationship a secret was hard, especially when one of them was presumed homophobic and the other presumed to strongly dislike the other. 

But they made it work. Soviet came over to finish work which included parts of Europe and Northern Africa he wasn't familiar with, so Vatican could help.

Today, Vatican was in the washroom, cleaning the sink. He was listening to music, humming along quietly. He moved to the bathtub, unaware of the Slavic union behind him. 

If you were to see it from in front of Vatican, you would see Soviet with his once golden eye glowing from under eery shadows covering him. The sickle and hammer was glowing as well, his lips pulled into a sly smile. 

Vatican stood up, but bumped into Soviet. He took out his earbuds and turned around, looking up at the taller union. 

"Hello, cara mia," Vatican said, kissing his cheek. "You're not intimidating when I know you're a big baby." 

Soviet picked up Vatican and stepped into the bathtub, their clothes still on. "I know," he said. He sat down with Vatican still cradled in his arms. 

Vatican got up on his knees over Soviet's hips and kissed him, getting heated and sloppy quickly. Vatican bit Soviet's lip gently and tugged, earning a low groan. Soviet pulled Vatican closer by his neck, tilting his head to the left. They sloppily kissed for a while, their tongues slipping together and pressing against one another. Their hands found each other's, intertwining and clutching like they would never let go. 

"Ватикан... (Vatican...)" Soviet moaned as Vatican started slowly kneeing Soviet's hardening member. "Ватикан!" Soviet squeaked as Vatican bit his neck harshly, drawing blood soon. The taller moaned at the sensation of his flesh ripping and his blood dripping down his neck. 

"You like that, pet?" Vatican asked lowly, licking up the metallic-tasting liquid. 

"да..." Soviet whispered, panting slightly. 

Vatican hummed, unbuttoning Soviet's jacket and kissing down his chest. He bit in places easily-hidden by clothes. Soviet moaned at the pain, arching his back slightly. Vatican left the bleeding marks and dropped his own coat onto the tiles of the washroom. 

He watched Soviet's eyes trail over this thin frame, half-golden half-white with crosses on his upper-arms. The line between the two colours blurred and mixed, becoming a beautiful, soft yellow after his waist, circling down, swirling with white and yellow. 

Soviet's body was muscular and big, the opposite of Vatican. He had gold swirls decorating his body elegantly. 

Vatican smiled and hovered just above a kiss, feeling Soviet's breath tickle his face. Soviet moved up to kiss him, but Vatican pulled away hand held his head down by the throat with his hand. 

"Bad boy, Soviet..." Vatican purred, pressing his hand harsher on Soviet's throat. The taller one choked slightly, his eyes rolling back. Vatican pressed harder, his smile growing sadistic. He then let go, sitting on Soviet's hips. 

Soviet looked up at him with pleading eyes. "Пожалуйста, Ватикан, (Please, Vatican,)" he asked. "Hurt me." 

Vatican smiled and took off Soviet's pants and boxers, leaving him fully nude. He reached over the side of the bathtub and pulled out a cockring. He slipped it on Soviet's cock and started to kiss his neck, rubbing his member slightly as well. 

Soviet moaned and wrapped one leg around Vatican's hips, a smile pulling at his lips. Vatican grabbed a pair of handcuffs and fastened them around Soviet's wrists. Then, he started softly biting his chest, his finger starting to trace Soviet's entrance. 

The door then was swung open, hitting the wall harshly. 

"Be a little more careful next time," Vatican said, his lips still against Soviet's red skin. Soviet paid no mind to whoever was there and only focused on Vatican pleasuring him. 

The smaller nation slid a finger into Soviet, making the taller one moan lightly. Vatican glanced up at the doorway and saw it empty, the door closed and everything. He shrugged and went back to biting Soviet's earlobe. He pressed his finger in knuckle-deep and pulled it out again, adding a second one. 

"Ватикан..." Soviet moaned. Vatican spread his fingers apart inside Soviet, earning his little moans and squeaks. 

Then, Vatican flipped him over and pulled off his pants, dropping them with his and Soviet's other clothes. He teased the entrance of Soviet's ass with the head of his cock, watching Soviet whine. 

"Ватикан..." Soviet breathed. "Please, Vatican." 

Vatican smiled, "Alright, since you asked so nicely, cara mia." He slowly entered Soviet, getting him to moan loudly. He went slow at first, giving no time to adjust. Soviet was getting impatient. 

"Please, Vatican!" He moaned. "Fuck me harder!" 

Vatican smiled and went slightly slower, "Beg, pet."

"Please, Vatican! I need this! Please!" Soviet begged, not daring to look at Vatican. 

"Ah ah ah," Vatican said softly. "You get what I give you. You do not ask for more, sì? (Yes?)" 

Soviet nodded shakily, closing his eyes. Vatican went slowly at first, until he stopped. 

"I said beg."

"Vatican... Don't do this to me," Soviet whispered. "You know how fragile I am." 

Vatican leaned down to his ear, "Why else do you think I'm doing this? Now, since you didn't follow my rules, have fun with this." He pulled out of Soviet and flipped him to be seated. He then clasped a collar on his neck, attached to a leash. He turned on a vibrator and slowly stuck it into Soviet. 

Soviet moaned, tears rimming his eyes. Vatican smiled and went down, leaving a trail of kisses, and started on a blowjob. 

"Stop..." Soviet whimpered. "Please, just stop." Tears started to fall down his flushed cheeks, Vatican soon seeing they weren't fully from pleasure, but from pain--emotional and physical. 

Vatican pulled himself up and locked his lips on Soviet's, taking off everything. 

"I'm sorry," Vatican whispered between kisses on the taller's lips. "Mi dispiace... I'm sorry..." 

Soviet just pulled him closer and smiled up at him, "We can finish... Just no torture. Please?"

Vatican smiled and nodded, "I promise no torture."

His promise was held as the two made wholesome, sweet love. Vatican showered Soviet in love and affection and praises as Soviet blushed and smiled. 

The two finished soon and laid in the bathtub, embraced in each other's warmth. 

The next week, Soviet and Vatican decided to come out to the others at the meeting. They were already there, UN talking about random stuff. 

"Anything anyone would like to share before we wrap this up?" UN asked tiredly. 

Vatican stood up, "Yes, I have something rather important to say."

Everyone turned to him. He wasn't one to speak up in meetings. 

"I... I have a boyfriend!" Vatican squeaked, hiding his blushing face in his hands. "I know you all think I'm homophobic and stuff, but I--"

He was cut off by Soviet's warm arms around his waist. Soft kisses were planted lovingly on Vatican's neck as he calmed down. 

"That's cute," Japan purred. 

A few other sounds of agreement were heard as the meeting was wrapped up.

Wowzah

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