My Cherry Tomato 1/?
anonymous
March 10 2010, 18:26:14 UTC
Romano and Spain were joined in a fiery kiss, tongues battling for dominance, with small moans filling the air. This was just the way Spain liked it, when he could have his feisty boyfriend all to himself for a few hours. Sure, Romano never said things like 'I love you' or 'you're beautiful'...in fact, if one were to listen in on a conversation of theirs, one would get the idea that Romano hated Spain. Spain knew better.
Their relationship was perfect; except for one small detail...
"C'mon, just fuck me already!!" Romano growled, attempting to move on to the next step, trying to rip open Spain's shirt or something. Spain tried to distract him with the kissing, catching his hands. He felt more than heard Romano's swearing against his mouth, before Romano jerked away, glaring at him.
"I said fuck me, you bastard!!" He growled, turning red more with anger than anything else. This scenario had been happening a lot lately, and Spain answered the same way he always did.
"You're so cute Lovi...but I can't. I promised, remember?" Cue leaning in and trying to kiss him again. Cue slap from enraged virgin.
"Who cares what that old bastard said!! Come on, Spain!!" As always, Spain continued to refuse, and Romano eventually stormed out angrily, cursing in his own language angrily enough to make Spain flinch.
He sat by himself, thinking this over. He wanted to ask someone for advice on how to placate his angry boyfriend...but who could he ask? Prussia was never any help in these matters...and France wouldn't be able to get over the mouth-watering idea of a virgin practically trying to beat someone into having sex with them. Besides, it would be better if France didn't know Romano was a virgin, for obvious reasons.
...of course, if Spain had known where Romano had left to, he would've realized that that secret wouldn't need keeping much longer...
My Cherry Tomato 2/?
anonymous
March 12 2010, 17:07:41 UTC
Prussia was busy choking on his beer after the demand Romano had made of him.
"W-what?!"
Romano glowered, rolling his eyes at Prussia. Could he be any stupider?!
"I said I want you to fuck me!! Is that too hard for you to understand?!"
Prussia seemed to regain his cool, his face stretching into a self-assured cheshire cat smile. Of course Romano would come to him and his awesome five meters. He stood abruptly, ushering Romano up the stair to his bedroom, settling him down on the bed and motioning for him to stay there for the moment as he went to get his bag of 'toys'.
Romano sat there impatiently, arms crossed. Honestly, he was at least a little bit nervous; but everyone was nervous their first time. He'd get this over with, and then Spain could get over his stupid 'I won't fuck you because you're a virgin' attitude. He glanced around the room, noting that it was less than tidy. Perhaps he shouldn't have chosen Prussia...? Too late to back out now; he'd look like an idiot.
Just then, Prussia re-entered the room, settling a black bag onto the corner of the bed. Romano almost asked him what was in the bag, but his mouth was just about crushed by Prussia's before he could even think. Prussia bit down on his bottom lip aggressively, sliding his tongue in easily. Romano could never recall Spain being this aggressive, but he fought back, putting most of his energy into trying to gain control of the kiss. He felt his shirt pop open as Prussia pulled on it hard enough to send buttons flying.
Romano's cursing at him for ruining his shirts was muffled by Prussia's mouth, and he could feel the smirk Prussia had adopted; apparently, he found Romano's anger amusing. Romano attempted to jerk back from the kiss to yell at him, but felt one of Prussia's hands holding his head in place, and the other palming him roughly through his pants. He moaned loudly into the kiss, feeling his pants tighten almost painfully. He could put up with a ruined shirt...
Finally, Prussia did pull back, only to force some sort of ball gag into Romano's mouth; something he'd fished out of his black bag. It took Romano a couple seconds to realize what it was, as Prussia clicked it into place. He growled, attempting to unlock the gag, but Prussia caught his hands, and began sucking on his neck. Romano squirmed; having a gag in his mouth like this was not what he'd wanted when he'd asked Prussia to fuck him...
He felt drool begin to trail down the side of his mouth, the ball gag making it impossible to swallow...He growled against the gag, attempting to buck Prussia off. The latter simply misread this, flipping him over deftly. Romano tensed when he felt an un-lubed finger prodding against his entrance. Wasn't he supposed to have lube or something?!
HIs back arched in pain as the first finger made it past the tight ring of muscles. It burned and stabbed painfully at the same time. He yelped in pain, though it came out sounding more like some pitiful whimper. At this, Prussia seemed to relent a little, using his other hand to coax his member back into hardness.
Romano mewled, hips jerking despite the finger that seemed to stab him every time he moved; for the moment, pleasure out-weighed pain. Another finger entered, and as the two scissored, he whined, another strange noise he never thought he'd make. Prussia chuckled, reading this as impatience.
My Cherry Tomato 2b/?
anonymous
March 12 2010, 17:08:16 UTC
Romano tensed when he felt the head of Prussia's member pushing against his entrance, before plunging in all the way to the hilt. Romano screamed as loudly as he could, his fingers just about clawing the sheets. He was certain he felt blood trickling down his leg...it couldn't get worse than this...
Then Prussia began to move, proving him wrong. He gasped, cried and sobbed, all the noise mostly muffled by the gag, but Prussia seemed to take this as his cue to go faster. When he hit a spot Romano didn't know he had, he quickly twisted, trying to force him to hit it again.
It seemed like hours until it ended, Prussia coming inside him and basically burning any wounds he'd made getting into him in the first place. Romano wasn't sure if he was still crying at this point, but Prussia quickly brought him to completion, fisting his cock until he came. Romano arched his back with a cry, before collapsing on the bed. He was so tired...
...and he wasn't quite sure if he really liked sex all that much...it was the worst the first time, right...?
Prussia laid down beside him, loosening the gag and pulling it off.
"Was that awesome or what? Better than your boyfriend I bet!!" He got no reply, however, as Romano had already fallen asleep. He chuckled, pulling the covers over Romano. He'd check on him later...
(dafty were...yes, Prussia didn't seem too bright here...)
Re: My Cherry Tomato 2b/?
anonymous
March 14 2010, 03:05:23 UTC
Is Prussia's "style" a throwback to that comic where Italy said he found BDSM magazines at Germany's? Actually, the fact they were suddenly makes a lot more sense...
My Cherry Tomato 3/?
anonymous
March 15 2010, 15:31:58 UTC
Romano woke up earlier than Prussia, sitting up with a slight groan. His ass felt like it was torn up...he turned to glare at Prussia spitefully. Stupid bastard. He hit him, hard on the back of his smirking head.
"Ah! What was that for?!" Prussia sat up with a jerk.
Romano turned away shrugging absently.
"Just waking you up. It's getting late." He replied, with obvious venom in his voice. Prussia shrugged, missing it entirely.
"...okay. Sheesh, you didn't have to hit me so hard!" He slid off the bed, beginning to get changed. Apparently, he hadn't felt the need to get changed last night, and had slept naked. Romano realized with a rapid blush that he was also still naked. Of course, he'd slept naked millions of times...but now seemed a little different. Like he was making himself a giant target. He pulled the covers up, feeling a little shy.
Prussia looked over, lust still in his eyes.
"Hey..." He suddenly leaned over, face dangerously close to Romano's. "How 'bout we go for a second round--"
He didn't get to finish his sentence before Romano punched him in the face, bloodying his nose. This quickly lead to Prussia retaliating, and suddenly the two were wrestling on the bed, nudity forgotten.
And that was when Spain came waltzing into the room.
"Hey, Gil, have you seen--" He stopped short, finding the pair of them wrestling like that. It looked awfully like another act he'd rather not have his boyfriend committing with someone else. He stepped forward, his eyes suddenly hardening, becoming serious. He yanked Prussia off roughly.
"What are you doing?!"
Romano looked up at Spain, without a trace of remorse.
"I was going to kill the stupid bastard, that's what! What on earth are you doing here?"
Prussia, of course, was less than happy with the rough treatment, but when he saw the look in Spain's eyes, he figured he'd better high-tail it out of there, before the truth was spilled and Spain realized what he'd been up to with Romano. He slipped out the door carefully.
Spain crossed to the bed, lifting the blanket with a flourish, exposing Romano, who quickly clamped his thighs together, wincing at the sudden movement.
Spain, however, was less than courteous about this, and pushed Romano's legs apart, looking his now torn and bloody entrance, letting out a somewhat horrified gasp. He looked up at Romano, who tried to act like it didn't matter.
"What? I had to get rid of it some way, or you'd never sleep with me! You basically forced my--ow!! Ow! Stoppit you bastard!!"
Spain removed his hand from checking the damage, a sad, pitying look on his face. He suddenly hugged Romano tightly.
"Lovi...you didn't have to do that...why did you go to Prussia of all people...?"
Romano huffed in response, but melted into the hug.
"I didn't want that French pervert to add me to his list..." Romano replied stubbornly. "Can we go home now...?"
Spain sighed, lifting Romano easily, and heading for the door. Romano smacked him, turning red.
"Don't take me out there when I'm still naked!!"
(anon promises fluffy sex really soon...and Gilbert getting hurt...*cackles*)
Re: My Cherry Tomato 3/?
anonymous
March 28 2010, 02:10:09 UTC
I can only hope that Gilbert's punishment shall be delivered swiftly and perhaps involving a certain axe... My sadistic streak is yelling certain comments involving a certain "5 meters" because really, who need that many?
Their relationship was perfect; except for one small detail...
"C'mon, just fuck me already!!" Romano growled, attempting to move on to the next step, trying to rip open Spain's shirt or something. Spain tried to distract him with the kissing, catching his hands. He felt more than heard Romano's swearing against his mouth, before Romano jerked away, glaring at him.
"I said fuck me, you bastard!!" He growled, turning red more with anger than anything else. This scenario had been happening a lot lately, and Spain answered the same way he always did.
"You're so cute Lovi...but I can't. I promised, remember?" Cue leaning in and trying to kiss him again. Cue slap from enraged virgin.
"Who cares what that old bastard said!! Come on, Spain!!" As always, Spain continued to refuse, and Romano eventually stormed out angrily, cursing in his own language angrily enough to make Spain flinch.
He sat by himself, thinking this over. He wanted to ask someone for advice on how to placate his angry boyfriend...but who could he ask? Prussia was never any help in these matters...and France wouldn't be able to get over the mouth-watering idea of a virgin practically trying to beat someone into having sex with them. Besides, it would be better if France didn't know Romano was a virgin, for obvious reasons.
...of course, if Spain had known where Romano had left to, he would've realized that that secret wouldn't need keeping much longer...
(Is anon doing this right? it's her first fill...
hmm... Captcha says: weepy problems. Yes indeed, captcha, yes indeed...)
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Secretly hoping for Prussia
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But um...do you mind if I start posting my own fill for this? I started working on it, but I don't want to steal your thunder.
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It's so good so far! I can't wait to see what happens next.
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"W-what?!"
Romano glowered, rolling his eyes at Prussia. Could he be any stupider?!
"I said I want you to fuck me!! Is that too hard for you to understand?!"
Prussia seemed to regain his cool, his face stretching into a self-assured cheshire cat smile. Of course Romano would come to him and his awesome five meters. He stood abruptly, ushering Romano up the stair to his bedroom, settling him down on the bed and motioning for him to stay there for the moment as he went to get his bag of 'toys'.
Romano sat there impatiently, arms crossed. Honestly, he was at least a little bit nervous; but everyone was nervous their first time. He'd get this over with, and then Spain could get over his stupid 'I won't fuck you because you're a virgin' attitude. He glanced around the room, noting that it was less than tidy. Perhaps he shouldn't have chosen Prussia...? Too late to back out now; he'd look like an idiot.
Just then, Prussia re-entered the room, settling a black bag onto the corner of the bed. Romano almost asked him what was in the bag, but his mouth was just about crushed by Prussia's before he could even think. Prussia bit down on his bottom lip aggressively, sliding his tongue in easily. Romano could never recall Spain being this aggressive, but he fought back, putting most of his energy into trying to gain control of the kiss. He felt his shirt pop open as Prussia pulled on it hard enough to send buttons flying.
Romano's cursing at him for ruining his shirts was muffled by Prussia's mouth, and he could feel the smirk Prussia had adopted; apparently, he found Romano's anger amusing. Romano attempted to jerk back from the kiss to yell at him, but felt one of Prussia's hands holding his head in place, and the other palming him roughly through his pants. He moaned loudly into the kiss, feeling his pants tighten almost painfully. He could put up with a ruined shirt...
Finally, Prussia did pull back, only to force some sort of ball gag into Romano's mouth; something he'd fished out of his black bag. It took Romano a couple seconds to realize what it was, as Prussia clicked it into place. He growled, attempting to unlock the gag, but Prussia caught his hands, and began sucking on his neck. Romano squirmed; having a gag in his mouth like this was not what he'd wanted when he'd asked Prussia to fuck him...
He felt drool begin to trail down the side of his mouth, the ball gag making it impossible to swallow...He growled against the gag, attempting to buck Prussia off. The latter simply misread this, flipping him over deftly. Romano tensed when he felt an un-lubed finger prodding against his entrance. Wasn't he supposed to have lube or something?!
HIs back arched in pain as the first finger made it past the tight ring of muscles. It burned and stabbed painfully at the same time. He yelped in pain, though it came out sounding more like some pitiful whimper. At this, Prussia seemed to relent a little, using his other hand to coax his member back into hardness.
Romano mewled, hips jerking despite the finger that seemed to stab him every time he moved; for the moment, pleasure out-weighed pain. Another finger entered, and as the two scissored, he whined, another strange noise he never thought he'd make. Prussia chuckled, reading this as impatience.
"All right, all right..."
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Then Prussia began to move, proving him wrong. He gasped, cried and sobbed, all the noise mostly muffled by the gag, but Prussia seemed to take this as his cue to go faster. When he hit a spot Romano didn't know he had, he quickly twisted, trying to force him to hit it again.
It seemed like hours until it ended, Prussia coming inside him and basically burning any wounds he'd made getting into him in the first place. Romano wasn't sure if he was still crying at this point, but Prussia quickly brought him to completion, fisting his cock until he came. Romano arched his back with a cry, before collapsing on the bed. He was so tired...
...and he wasn't quite sure if he really liked sex all that much...it was the worst the first time, right...?
Prussia laid down beside him, loosening the gag and pulling it off.
"Was that awesome or what? Better than your boyfriend I bet!!" He got no reply, however, as Romano had already fallen asleep. He chuckled, pulling the covers over Romano. He'd check on him later...
(dafty were...yes, Prussia didn't seem too bright here...)
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"Ah! What was that for?!" Prussia sat up with a jerk.
Romano turned away shrugging absently.
"Just waking you up. It's getting late." He replied, with obvious venom in his voice. Prussia shrugged, missing it entirely.
"...okay. Sheesh, you didn't have to hit me so hard!" He slid off the bed, beginning to get changed. Apparently, he hadn't felt the need to get changed last night, and had slept naked. Romano realized with a rapid blush that he was also still naked. Of course, he'd slept naked millions of times...but now seemed a little different. Like he was making himself a giant target. He pulled the covers up, feeling a little shy.
Prussia looked over, lust still in his eyes.
"Hey..." He suddenly leaned over, face dangerously close to Romano's. "How 'bout we go for a second round--"
He didn't get to finish his sentence before Romano punched him in the face, bloodying his nose. This quickly lead to Prussia retaliating, and suddenly the two were wrestling on the bed, nudity forgotten.
And that was when Spain came waltzing into the room.
"Hey, Gil, have you seen--" He stopped short, finding the pair of them wrestling like that. It looked awfully like another act he'd rather not have his boyfriend committing with someone else. He stepped forward, his eyes suddenly hardening, becoming serious. He yanked Prussia off roughly.
"What are you doing?!"
Romano looked up at Spain, without a trace of remorse.
"I was going to kill the stupid bastard, that's what! What on earth are you doing here?"
Prussia, of course, was less than happy with the rough treatment, but when he saw the look in Spain's eyes, he figured he'd better high-tail it out of there, before the truth was spilled and Spain realized what he'd been up to with Romano. He slipped out the door carefully.
Spain crossed to the bed, lifting the blanket with a flourish, exposing Romano, who quickly clamped his thighs together, wincing at the sudden movement.
Spain, however, was less than courteous about this, and pushed Romano's legs apart, looking his now torn and bloody entrance, letting out a somewhat horrified gasp. He looked up at Romano, who tried to act like it didn't matter.
"What? I had to get rid of it some way, or you'd never sleep with me! You basically forced my--ow!! Ow! Stoppit you bastard!!"
Spain removed his hand from checking the damage, a sad, pitying look on his face. He suddenly hugged Romano tightly.
"Lovi...you didn't have to do that...why did you go to Prussia of all people...?"
Romano huffed in response, but melted into the hug.
"I didn't want that French pervert to add me to his list..." Romano replied stubbornly. "Can we go home now...?"
Spain sighed, lifting Romano easily, and heading for the door. Romano smacked him, turning red.
"Don't take me out there when I'm still naked!!"
(anon promises fluffy sex really soon...and Gilbert getting hurt...*cackles*)
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reCaptcha says: bruiser choose. Idk, sounds fitting tho
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I can't even pick out what I like. I love it all. Their reactions are great. Best line: "Don't take me out there when I'm still naked!"
I can't wait for more~
[...I misread reCaptcha as "he choking"...o.o"]
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