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

94 - Angst 🇬🇧🇺🇸

Have possessive Britain
Warnings: incest, daddy kink, torture, degrading

"Do you know who you belong to?" Britain asked roughly, grabbing America's collar. "You belong to me," Britain rasped. "And I'm gonna prove it." He dragged America upstairs, into the cleaning closet, and locked the door.

"B—But Russia is c—coming over," America stuttered.

Britain growled, "You're mine, not his." He kissed America harshly, forcing his tongue into his mouth. He also began unzipping his jacket, pulling it off America quickly. He pulled away from America and looked him in the eyes, "Who do you belong to? Who owns you? I want you to say it." America just whined and kept removing Britain's clothes until they were both only in their boxers. Britain grabbed America's throat, "I said who do you belong to, slut?"

"Daddy," America moaned, pulling off his boxers. "And your little slut wants you in him."

Britain's face didn't change as he turned America around and slammed himself into him. "You're gonna take every inch of daddy's cock and you're gonna like it, got it, slut?" Britain asked, licking and biting America's ear.

"Yes, daddy," America moaned, loosely holding a box off to his right.

Britain went slow, torturing his son. "You cockslut, taking daddy's cock so well. Do you want daddy to go faster?" America nodded. "How badly do you want it?"

"B—Badly... Ngh... Please, daddy..." America moaned.

"Louder, slut, I can't hear you," Britain said, jerking off America.

America whined. "Fill me, daddy! Faster! I need it!"

Britain hummed, "Good slut. But to go anywhere, you need to be louder."

America looked back at Britain, pleading. "Daddy... I... I wanna have you fuck me until I pass out! Shove your cock in me and destroy me!" America wailed. "I WANT IT! I NEED DADDY'S CUM IN ME!"

Britain kissed America's neck harshly, "Good... mh... whore." He bent America over some boxes and grabbed his hips, thrusting faster. America moaned loudly, grabbing at the cardboard.

America covered his mouth, his eyes rolling back and saliva dripping from his mouth.

"Take your hand off your dirty, used mouth and moan for daddy," Britain growled. America did as he was told, moaning loudly.

"DADDY! RIGHT THERE!" America moaned, his legs growing weak.

Britain slowed down, poking just beside America's prostate, "Right here?"

America shook his head, "Please, daddy..."

Britain hit America's prostate this time, "Right here?"

America moaned shakily and nodded, "U—Uh-huh..."

"Does it make you feel good?" Britain asked, leaning over America, who nodded. "Does it make you want more?" America nodded again. "You've been a good boy," Britain said.

He slammed into his son's prostate, earning a long, loud moan from America. He kept going harshly and quickly, barely giving time for America to even comprehend what was happening.

Stars speckled America's vision, his moans becoming louder. His entire body shook, his cock twitching and dripping with precum like a broken faucet. Britain knew exactly how to work America's body just right to send him over the edge.

"Does the little slut wanna cum?" Britain asked, gently jerking America off. America nodded, his body hot and tight. "Daddy cums first," Britain growled.

Britain moaned lowly into America's ear as he cummed, "Good boy... Letting daddy cum first." Britain pulled away, watching the ropes of white drip out of America's ass.

America whined, "Daddy... I wanna cum too."

Britain kneeled down so he could be face-to-face with America, "Well, it was your fault you didn't cum sooner." He stood up, getting dressed, "Do not touch yourself or do anything of the sort." He fixed his tie once he was done, "And I will know if you do, my slut."

Then, he left America alone in the closet, cum dripping from his ass and dry tears against his cheeks. He stood up, his legs shaky. He got dressed and walked to his room, flopping on it and about to fall asleep.

"You let your dad treat you like that?"

America glanced over at Russia, scoffing weakly, "I like it."

"You like it when he does it?" Russia asked, standing up and walking over to America. "Whore?"

America looked up at Russia, sitting up and backing away, "Only when he does it."

"Oh?" Russia asked, climbing on top of America.

"DADDY!" America yelled.

Instantly, Russia was ripped off of America, and thrown to the floor.

"That's my kitten," Britain growled at Russia. "Hands off." He turned to America when Russia left a few seconds later. "Did he hurt you, princess?" Britain asked, holding America's cheeks.

America shook his head, "I'm okay, daddy."

Britain kissed America gently, holding his hand.

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