A New Change [Part 1]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 08:03:43 UTC
AN: I hope this is what you want, OP! Sorry for the length and the sex scene (it's my first time writing something like this). It was fun to write though~
“Come on England, its not that bad!” America whined in that ever-irritable voice that England had ever gotten the pleasure displeasure to know so familiarly. The British male scowled as he turned away from the American, crossing his arms in his usual fashion.
“I told you, America, I am not going to dress in that cursed outfit.” Spite laced through England’s British accent, only to be exaggerated on America’s title. With an inaudible huff, the older nation leaned against the headboard of his bed as he crossed his arms. For a moment, the look of dejection that flickered through America’s sky blue eyes almost led England to believe that he would just give up on the matter on hand. Of course, his faulty assumption was shattered like Waterford crystal against a hard tile wall. Instead of giving up, which Arthur was hoping for so dearly, his former colony clambered quite ungracefully onto the large bed next to him.
“Please Iggy?” He requested; that smile that infuriated England so much still remained on his handsome features. Shoving the taller nation slightly away, the short-tempered nation seemed to lose some of his resolve but was still managing to resist regardless. “I told you not to call me that bloody nickname, git.”
Not pleased with England’s repeated refusals, America took the only other course of action that he knew would persuade the older male, which didn’t include forcing him into the outfit. What was this course of action, one might ask? When America didn’t get what he wanted, he would whine like a child brat until he received what he wanted.
“Please England? Everyone knows that you’re a closet pervert, so I’m sure that cross-dressing is nothing compared to what you think of!” America whined, his voice rising up into an annoyingly high pitch. The British nation’s cheeks flushed a deep red, which would surely put Spain’s tomatoes to shame in vibrancy as he retorted softly. “I-I am not! Why do you want to see me wear the damned dress anyways?” Of course, America did not relent just yet; he had not pushed far enough.
“Come on, you won’t have to wear it for that long. Plus, it’s just me! It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone!” The taller blond complained as he managed to tactically avoid the other’s question, his intense wide blue eyes flickering with emotions of disappointment and even more dejection than before. No, England would not fall for it. It was such a childish attempt and he had should have certainly grown used to it by now, after all the times that America tried to pull it off on him. He would not fall for it, never, ever…bloody hell. All of England’s resolve seemed to fade away as his former colony persisted on with that pathetic look of disappointment.
Blush still persisting on the older nation’s face, Arthur shrunk back into the pillow behind him before murmuring a soft, “Fine then.”
Though the reply was almost inaudible, Alfred’s very selective hearing had caught those embarrassed words and a grin of triumph laced its way onto his features. “Thanks Iggy! Here’s the dress!”
The American said cheerfully, shoving the women’s attire into the more lithe male’s hands. Looking hesitantly down at the blasted piece of clothing, Arthur quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom. It wasn’t as if he wanted to do this in the first place, it was only because Alfred had used that damnable look that he knew he would never be able to resist.
Re: A New Change [Part 2]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 08:08:50 UTC
After a few minutes of struggling with the clothes, Arthur sauntered out back into the bedroom with his flush even more intense than before, if that was possible. In all honesty, America honestly didn’t think that England would look this well off in feminine attire, even with the eyebrows and all.
The dress came down to Arthur’s knees and the color matched perfectly with his disgruntled emerald eyes. The bottom of the dress adorned simple white frills and the cloth held a simple design that was mostly a solid green though there were threaded white designs that wove around the bottom. The attire seemed to cling onto Arthur’s lithe body and was even better accented with the high white stockings that he wore along with those black Novela Kemby shoes. What really seemed to accent the whole outfit though was the large green bow that was tied eloquently in the British’s messy hair. America couldn’t help but stare wide eyed at the, dare he say adorable male standing there in front of him flustered.
“Wow, Iggy. Never knew that you would look so good in a dress!” Alfred laughed though his cheeks had started to take on a small pinkish hue.
“Shut up! I don’t need to hear your bloody opinion, you ungrateful brat!”
“Don’t be like that, I was complimenting you.” With that statement, Arthur fell into silence while looking more flustered than ever. The American couldn’t help but feel the heavy beating of his heart against his chest as he beheld the sight in front of him.
A predatory glint ran across Alfred’s blue eyes, which was partially covered by the light shining off Texas. The American stood up tall from the bed and towered over the other before lightly grasping the other’s wrist. Arthur had very little time to realize just how tall Alfred had become before he was tugged towards the large bed and forced on top of the American’s physique. Bringing his lips close to England’s ear, America allowed his hot breath to linger before whispering,
“Igiko seems like a fine name for such a beauty, don’t you think?” The younger nation asked, gently running his finger along Arthur’s side. The British male leaned into the touch and his mind started to grow hazy with lust, with just a few gentle touches nonetheless! He shouldn’t let America’s touches get to him like this, but yet it felt so right at the same time. Hearing Arthur emit a soft hum of satisfaction, Alfred couldn’t resist the smile that pulled at his lips. The gentleness that they both seemed to share seemed to disappear as America pressed his lips against England’s, who was at first hesitant. As they shared more kisses though, the more it seemed as if they weren’t close enough to each other. Passion replaced the subtle gentleness, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they grasped whatever they could.
England saddled up so he was now sitting in America’s lap and all previous thoughts of hesitancy seemed to fade away. Once again, America had quickly slammed his lips against England’s as the younger male began to slip off his beloved bomber jacket while the other started to unbutton the white button up shirt. For once in their long lives, the American began to not love his bomber jacket as much and likewise for England and conservative fashions. The two nations felt as if everything took too long, as if life was so desperately trying its hardest to keep the two away from each other for as long as possible.
After Alfred’s shirt was discarded, Arthur leaned back and looked at the seemingly flawless chest in front of him. He watched as those muscles shifted under his weight, almost like a starved predator who just caught sight of something they oh so desired. Normally, the younger nation would have shifted uncomfortably under the other’s intense, hungry, gaze, but he was being rather turned on by it this time.
Re: A New Change [Part 3]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 08:11:19 UTC
“Oh god, Arth-.” Alfred moaned as the older male grinded his hips against his own, but was silenced by the other’s lips. After they parted, the American could see taunt in those beautiful emerald eyes as Arthur ran a finger down his chest and stopped at the belt buckle. “Shh, let’s do some role playing. Call me Igiko.” England murmured seductively as he used his free hand to remove the other’s glasses frame and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed.
Arthur quickly fumbled with the belt buckle and the former colony distracted himself by suckling and nipping at the nape of the other’s neck. He enjoyed hearing the soft groans elicited by the other when he ran his tongue along the length of his neck. The British male tensed for a brief moment when Alfred’s hands ran up his milky white thighs and under the flare of the dress. With a quick pull, the shorter nation had managed to pull down the other’s boxers low enough to expose a throbbing erection in need of attention.
America took in a sharp breath as his vital regions was exposed to the cold air, but managed to regain his quaking breath as he rubbed firmly against the growing need of England. The sandy haired blond closed his eyes tightly as America’s hand worked against his length and started to pull his undergarments down. It felt too good and he hadn’t had enough, he needed more. It was not only his body that needed America’s touches, but also his heart, which had desired the other for so long.
“Al-Alfred, oh fuck. M-More.” Arthur moaned loudly as he opened his emerald eyes half way, just to see a lust filled smirk on Alfred’s face.
“Oh, I don’t remember underwear being part of the attire that I gave you.” Alfred murmured tauntingly as he pulled off Arthur’s undergarments and threw it nonchalantly on the ground, which joined the other clothes that had been discarded earlier. Instead of being flustered like normal, the sexual closet pervert in the British male seemed to rise even more to the surface as he pushed himself closer to Alfred.
“It turns you on though, doesn’t it?” Arthur asked in his heavy British accent, which sounded more like a statement than anything else. The American’s breath hitched in his throat at the pure seductive look that the other was giving him and he could only manage a small nod in reply. Arthur’s smirk seemed to widen at Alfred’s reaction as he laughed deviously.
“Do you know what I want, Alfred?” He asked, that taunting smirk still lingering on his lips and the taller male had to breathe deeply to regain his composure. “What?” He managed softly as Arthur gently touched the tip of his length and ran his finger down the throbbing organ to spread the pre-cum over the heated skin.
“I want to feel your lips press passionately against mine.” He brushed his lips gently across the American’s before continuing. “I want to feel your sweaty body against mine.” They both pressed closer to each other as bare skin touched cloth. “I want to feel you ravish my whole body and moan my name, Igiko or not.” Arthur finished.
Re: A New Change [Part 4]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 08:14:29 UTC
Their lips pressed against each other hungrily as America slicked up his fingers with the pre-cum that came from his own length before lowering his hand close to England’s entrance. Arthur didn’t even notice the first two fingers slipping inside his body just with the passion that they both were sharing as they grasped at whatever they can and intermixed their tongues. It was when the third finger had entered that the Brit moaned loudly into Alfred’s mouth, clutching his shoulders tightly.
“Fuck, Igi-“ Alfred stopped himself. As much as he would want to moan out the name Igiko, it didn’t feel right. “-Arthur, you’re so hot.” There, that felt more right. Arthur’s cheeks flushed even a brighter red than before at Alfred’s choice of words, but such thought didn’t last long when the fingers inside him curled and hit that spot deep inside.
“Oh god Alfred!” Arthur moaned, hands deciding to go from Alfred’s shoulders to the emerald dress that he still wore. “I n-need more.” He stuttered, leaning the side of his head against the other’s bare chest.
Alfred pushed Arthur from his chest gently and they stared at each other with passionate gazes. Withdrawing his fingers, the American lifted up the dress slightly and saddled England closer to his throbbing erection before letting go of the cloth, which flared out over the both of them.
“Are you ready?” Alfred asked softly, holding his temptation of just thrusting into the other. With an unhesitant nod, Arthur nodded as he settled himself down onto the other’s length.
They both moaned loudly, Arthur in sheer pain and Alfred in the incredible heat that had just wrapped around him. It felt as if it was too much to keep still and it took the entire American’s ability to resist slamming into the Brit, who seemed to be in too much pain at the moment. They both knew that England was strong though and could persevere through this. With a few lingering moments, the older nation looked down at America as the pain started to numb itself away.
America looked up at England; almost a pleading look in his eyes for it was too hard to keep his hormones in check at the moment. This required too much self-control that he obviously didn’t have and his whole body was shaking just waiting. Almost without notification, Arthur started to move up and down along the other’s length. That one simple move had managed to make Alfred see white stars behind his eyelids and almost all of his self control seemed to snap at the moment.
They both started slowly, experimenting with the speed and this new feeling that they were both sharing. Patience seemed to wear thin for the both of them and Arthur moaned for the other to move faster, that he needed him deeper inside of him. For once in his life, Alfred was completely obedient and met Arthur’s thrust with a snap of his hips. All of America’s self control was wiped away in an instant and he flipped them both over so he was towering over England and started to thrust in roughly.
Re: A New Change [Part 5]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 08:17:46 UTC
Oh god, that felt so much better, having America use his sheer power to thrust against his prostate. The way that they moved against each other played out like a ceremonious dance, one that seemed so perfect that it couldn’t be possible that this was their first time. Yet it was and they were enjoying every moment of it. The loud moans, the sweet nothings that were whispered into each other’s ears, and the pleasure that never seemed to be possible before this.
America’s hand slipped under the frilly emerald dress as he started to pump his length in time with his thrusts and England screamed loudly while he dug his nails into the other’s bare back. White flashes of pleasure were dancing behind their eyes and orgasm was so close. With one last harsh thrust, England had released all over the dress and America followed shortly afterward, spilling his seed inside his body.
Pulling gently out of his new lover, Alfred dropped unceremoniously next to Arthur as they both tried to regain his their quickened breaths. The euphoria of their orgasm still lingered with them as they stared at each other with a new light then what they had seen before. Even after their activities, the taller blond still had enough strength to pull the more lithe male close to his chest. Deciding to play with the green bow that had been pulled looser earlier, Alfred couldn’t help but let a content smile linger on his lips.
Arthur looked up at his new lover, emerald eyes more gentle without the sexual frustration running through them. With a small laugh, he leaned his head against the pillow and allowed exhaustion to overcome him.
“Next time, you’re the one cross dressing.”
------- AN: And with that, I'm done. I hope it's not too disappointing, it's my first time trying this out. ><
Re: A New Change [Part 5]
anonymous
September 23 2009, 16:23:53 UTC
O_____O!!!! Oh god, anon.... crossdressing isn't usually my thing, but that was fucking hot!!! I think I have been converted. Hngggr *goes to re-read!!!*
Re: A New Change [Part 5]
anonymous
September 24 2009, 02:43:56 UTC
Fuck!!
I both love and hate you writer!anon. Love for this sexy piece of fill that you wrote--I mean my gad!! I think dress kink is growing on me. Hate for the fact that I'm destroying my WIP for this prompt because I cannot match your awesomeness!
“Come on England, its not that bad!” America whined in that ever-irritable voice that England had ever gotten the pleasure displeasure to know so familiarly. The British male scowled as he turned away from the American, crossing his arms in his usual fashion.
“I told you, America, I am not going to dress in that cursed outfit.” Spite laced through England’s British accent, only to be exaggerated on America’s title. With an inaudible huff, the older nation leaned against the headboard of his bed as he crossed his arms. For a moment, the look of dejection that flickered through America’s sky blue eyes almost led England to believe that he would just give up on the matter on hand. Of course, his faulty assumption was shattered like Waterford crystal against a hard tile wall. Instead of giving up, which Arthur was hoping for so dearly, his former colony clambered quite ungracefully onto the large bed next to him.
“Please Iggy?” He requested; that smile that infuriated England so much still remained on his handsome features. Shoving the taller nation slightly away, the short-tempered nation seemed to lose some of his resolve but was still managing to resist regardless. “I told you not to call me that bloody nickname, git.”
Not pleased with England’s repeated refusals, America took the only other course of action that he knew would persuade the older male, which didn’t include forcing him into the outfit. What was this course of action, one might ask? When America didn’t get what he wanted, he would whine like a child brat until he received what he wanted.
“Please England? Everyone knows that you’re a closet pervert, so I’m sure that cross-dressing is nothing compared to what you think of!” America whined, his voice rising up into an annoyingly high pitch. The British nation’s cheeks flushed a deep red, which would surely put Spain’s tomatoes to shame in vibrancy as he retorted softly. “I-I am not! Why do you want to see me wear the damned dress anyways?” Of course, America did not relent just yet; he had not pushed far enough.
“Come on, you won’t have to wear it for that long. Plus, it’s just me! It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone!” The taller blond complained as he managed to tactically avoid the other’s question, his intense wide blue eyes flickering with emotions of disappointment and even more dejection than before. No, England would not fall for it. It was such a childish attempt and he had should have certainly grown used to it by now, after all the times that America tried to pull it off on him. He would not fall for it, never, ever…bloody hell. All of England’s resolve seemed to fade away as his former colony persisted on with that pathetic look of disappointment.
Blush still persisting on the older nation’s face, Arthur shrunk back into the pillow behind him before murmuring a soft, “Fine then.”
Though the reply was almost inaudible, Alfred’s very selective hearing had caught those embarrassed words and a grin of triumph laced its way onto his features. “Thanks Iggy! Here’s the dress!”
The American said cheerfully, shoving the women’s attire into the more lithe male’s hands. Looking hesitantly down at the blasted piece of clothing, Arthur quickly got up and rushed into the bathroom. It wasn’t as if he wanted to do this in the first place, it was only because Alfred had used that damnable look that he knew he would never be able to resist.
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The dress came down to Arthur’s knees and the color matched perfectly with his disgruntled emerald eyes. The bottom of the dress adorned simple white frills and the cloth held a simple design that was mostly a solid green though there were threaded white designs that wove around the bottom. The attire seemed to cling onto Arthur’s lithe body and was even better accented with the high white stockings that he wore along with those black Novela Kemby shoes. What really seemed to accent the whole outfit though was the large green bow that was tied eloquently in the British’s messy hair. America couldn’t help but stare wide eyed at the, dare he say adorable male standing there in front of him flustered.
“Wow, Iggy. Never knew that you would look so good in a dress!” Alfred laughed though his cheeks had started to take on a small pinkish hue.
“Shut up! I don’t need to hear your bloody opinion, you ungrateful brat!”
“Don’t be like that, I was complimenting you.” With that statement, Arthur fell into silence while looking more flustered than ever. The American couldn’t help but feel the heavy beating of his heart against his chest as he beheld the sight in front of him.
A predatory glint ran across Alfred’s blue eyes, which was partially covered by the light shining off Texas. The American stood up tall from the bed and towered over the other before lightly grasping the other’s wrist. Arthur had very little time to realize just how tall Alfred had become before he was tugged towards the large bed and forced on top of the American’s physique. Bringing his lips close to England’s ear, America allowed his hot breath to linger before whispering,
“Igiko seems like a fine name for such a beauty, don’t you think?” The younger nation asked, gently running his finger along Arthur’s side. The British male leaned into the touch and his mind started to grow hazy with lust, with just a few gentle touches nonetheless! He shouldn’t let America’s touches get to him like this, but yet it felt so right at the same time. Hearing Arthur emit a soft hum of satisfaction, Alfred couldn’t resist the smile that pulled at his lips. The gentleness that they both seemed to share seemed to disappear as America pressed his lips against England’s, who was at first hesitant. As they shared more kisses though, the more it seemed as if they weren’t close enough to each other. Passion replaced the subtle gentleness, tongues exploring each other’s mouths as they grasped whatever they could.
England saddled up so he was now sitting in America’s lap and all previous thoughts of hesitancy seemed to fade away. Once again, America had quickly slammed his lips against England’s as the younger male began to slip off his beloved bomber jacket while the other started to unbutton the white button up shirt. For once in their long lives, the American began to not love his bomber jacket as much and likewise for England and conservative fashions. The two nations felt as if everything took too long, as if life was so desperately trying its hardest to keep the two away from each other for as long as possible.
After Alfred’s shirt was discarded, Arthur leaned back and looked at the seemingly flawless chest in front of him. He watched as those muscles shifted under his weight, almost like a starved predator who just caught sight of something they oh so desired. Normally, the younger nation would have shifted uncomfortably under the other’s intense, hungry, gaze, but he was being rather turned on by it this time.
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Arthur quickly fumbled with the belt buckle and the former colony distracted himself by suckling and nipping at the nape of the other’s neck. He enjoyed hearing the soft groans elicited by the other when he ran his tongue along the length of his neck. The British male tensed for a brief moment when Alfred’s hands ran up his milky white thighs and under the flare of the dress. With a quick pull, the shorter nation had managed to pull down the other’s boxers low enough to expose a throbbing erection in need of attention.
America took in a sharp breath as his vital regions was exposed to the cold air, but managed to regain his quaking breath as he rubbed firmly against the growing need of England. The sandy haired blond closed his eyes tightly as America’s hand worked against his length and started to pull his undergarments down. It felt too good and he hadn’t had enough, he needed more. It was not only his body that needed America’s touches, but also his heart, which had desired the other for so long.
“Al-Alfred, oh fuck. M-More.” Arthur moaned loudly as he opened his emerald eyes half way, just to see a lust filled smirk on Alfred’s face.
“Oh, I don’t remember underwear being part of the attire that I gave you.” Alfred murmured tauntingly as he pulled off Arthur’s undergarments and threw it nonchalantly on the ground, which joined the other clothes that had been discarded earlier. Instead of being flustered like normal, the sexual closet pervert in the British male seemed to rise even more to the surface as he pushed himself closer to Alfred.
“It turns you on though, doesn’t it?” Arthur asked in his heavy British accent, which sounded more like a statement than anything else. The American’s breath hitched in his throat at the pure seductive look that the other was giving him and he could only manage a small nod in reply. Arthur’s smirk seemed to widen at Alfred’s reaction as he laughed deviously.
“Do you know what I want, Alfred?” He asked, that taunting smirk still lingering on his lips and the taller male had to breathe deeply to regain his composure. “What?” He managed softly as Arthur gently touched the tip of his length and ran his finger down the throbbing organ to spread the pre-cum over the heated skin.
“I want to feel your lips press passionately against mine.” He brushed his lips gently across the American’s before continuing. “I want to feel your sweaty body against mine.” They both pressed closer to each other as bare skin touched cloth. “I want to feel you ravish my whole body and moan my name, Igiko or not.” Arthur finished.
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“Fuck, Igi-“ Alfred stopped himself. As much as he would want to moan out the name Igiko, it didn’t feel right. “-Arthur, you’re so hot.” There, that felt more right. Arthur’s cheeks flushed even a brighter red than before at Alfred’s choice of words, but such thought didn’t last long when the fingers inside him curled and hit that spot deep inside.
“Oh god Alfred!” Arthur moaned, hands deciding to go from Alfred’s shoulders to the emerald dress that he still wore. “I n-need more.” He stuttered, leaning the side of his head against the other’s bare chest.
Alfred pushed Arthur from his chest gently and they stared at each other with passionate gazes. Withdrawing his fingers, the American lifted up the dress slightly and saddled England closer to his throbbing erection before letting go of the cloth, which flared out over the both of them.
“Are you ready?” Alfred asked softly, holding his temptation of just thrusting into the other. With an unhesitant nod, Arthur nodded as he settled himself down onto the other’s length.
They both moaned loudly, Arthur in sheer pain and Alfred in the incredible heat that had just wrapped around him. It felt as if it was too much to keep still and it took the entire American’s ability to resist slamming into the Brit, who seemed to be in too much pain at the moment. They both knew that England was strong though and could persevere through this. With a few lingering moments, the older nation looked down at America as the pain started to numb itself away.
America looked up at England; almost a pleading look in his eyes for it was too hard to keep his hormones in check at the moment. This required too much self-control that he obviously didn’t have and his whole body was shaking just waiting. Almost without notification, Arthur started to move up and down along the other’s length. That one simple move had managed to make Alfred see white stars behind his eyelids and almost all of his self control seemed to snap at the moment.
They both started slowly, experimenting with the speed and this new feeling that they were both sharing. Patience seemed to wear thin for the both of them and Arthur moaned for the other to move faster, that he needed him deeper inside of him. For once in his life, Alfred was completely obedient and met Arthur’s thrust with a snap of his hips. All of America’s self control was wiped away in an instant and he flipped them both over so he was towering over England and started to thrust in roughly.
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America’s hand slipped under the frilly emerald dress as he started to pump his length in time with his thrusts and England screamed loudly while he dug his nails into the other’s bare back. White flashes of pleasure were dancing behind their eyes and orgasm was so close. With one last harsh thrust, England had released all over the dress and America followed shortly afterward, spilling his seed inside his body.
Pulling gently out of his new lover, Alfred dropped unceremoniously next to Arthur as they both tried to regain his their quickened breaths. The euphoria of their orgasm still lingered with them as they stared at each other with a new light then what they had seen before. Even after their activities, the taller blond still had enough strength to pull the more lithe male close to his chest. Deciding to play with the green bow that had been pulled looser earlier, Alfred couldn’t help but let a content smile linger on his lips.
Arthur looked up at his new lover, emerald eyes more gentle without the sexual frustration running through them. With a small laugh, he leaned his head against the pillow and allowed exhaustion to overcome him.
“Next time, you’re the one cross dressing.”
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AN: And with that, I'm done. I hope it's not too disappointing, it's my first time trying this out. ><
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I both love and hate you writer!anon. Love for this sexy piece of fill that you wrote--I mean my gad!! I think dress kink is growing on me. Hate for the fact that I'm destroying my WIP for this prompt because I cannot match your awesomeness!
*nosebleeding for eternity*
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That was gorgeous
I'm now officially in love with crossdressing.
Thank you.
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I was so worried that it wouldn't match up to what you were expecting.
Thank you for the prompt though, it was so much fun to write to!
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