Looking at you - 2/2
anonymous
October 8 2010, 06:02:21 UTC
I’m not really like her at all, but I’m available for pretend aren’t I? But it would be too much if I touched you. Our touches would be too different.
“Belarus!” she whined, thrusting her hips upward to ask for more. “Please Belarus?”
I say your name. It’s not like how she says your name, right my pretty Belarus?
Belarus said nothing for a moment before answering “Fine,” and slipping her hands out from under the bra.
“Wait!” yelped Korea as the blonde went to unzip the skirt she had worn to match the blouse, and Belarus’ head shot up, the impatience in her glare clear.
Korea smiled just a little. “Can you take your dress of Belarus? I don’t want to be the only one like this.”
Vulnerable.
Belarus looked suspicious, so Korea added “It’s not like I’m asking you to get naked! It will be easier to move around in underwear right?”
Belarus’ face was as unreadable as ever, but then she began untying the sash around her waist.
Had this been a different situation Korea might have started cheering victoriously.
Once Belarus was stripped unceremoniously to bra, panties and stockings she continued unzipping the Asian nations skirt, pulling it down before removing the white cotton panties Korea wore.
Korea shuddered, a mix of arousal and nervousness passing through her at the sudden exposure.
“Yesss,” she sighed. “Belarus...”
Belarus wasted no time, rubbing her fingers against the slick sex before deftly slipping two fingers inside the Asian nation.
Korea cried out and rolled her hips, clutching the sheets of the bed as pleasure rushed though her body. It felt good, so so good. She never really knew what to do with all this pleasure, as Belarus thrust the fingers inside of her, rubbing sensitive areas, thumb rubbing her clitoris in unison.
She wanted so badly to clutch at Belarus, to cling to her shoulder or wrap her her legs around the other nations waist, but she restrained herself. That would be crossing a line, a line she wanted so badly to cross, but no, Belarus was not ready for that yet.
Her body was heating, overheating, and she could feel her long hair falling out of it’s braid and sticking to the back of her neck. She gasped and moaned, rotating her hips and flexing her insides around the fingers.
“B-Bela!” she moaned, forcing her eyes, which had been clenched shout in pleasure, to open. There was Belarus, between her legs, in only her underwear, face as blank as ever... Unless...
She could have been imagining it, but what was wrong with imagining Belarus had lust in her eyes, lust for her.
Korea threw her head back and cried out, reaching her climax abruptly, riding out the orgasm on Belarus’ amazing fingers.
Once her sense had returned to her the fingers had been removed and her body was returning to normal temperature, cooling sweat actually making her a bit chilly.
She sat up, expecting to see Belarus putting her dress back on in annoyance, but was instead met by a different sight.
Belarus was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her fingers. They were wet, and Korea quickly realized they were wet from her. She couldn’t help but imagine Belarus licking those fingers, tasting her. She flushed, just the mental image exciting her.
Of course Belarus did nothing of the sort. She wiped the fingers on the bed and picked up her dress. Of course.
“Hey Belarus?” Korea asked. “Can I spend the night. It’s soooo cold outside!”
Belarus shot a look back at Korea. “Don’t push your luck.”
Korea chuckled and began fixing her hair, which had grown quite mussed. Belarus always said that. And Korea always ignored it. Of course she was going to push her luck. Pushing luck originated in Korea after all.
And Korea was going to push and push until she reached her goal , to kiss and touch Belarus, to hold her and explain to her that Russia didn’t deserve her.
Re: Looking at you - 2/2
anonymous
October 9 2010, 07:59:37 UTC
Yay! You filled it. The OP is filled with glee over the crack pairing. I loved the characterization and how Korea is determined to get her lady inch by inch.
“Belarus!” she whined, thrusting her hips upward to ask for more. “Please Belarus?”
I say your name. It’s not like how she says your name, right my pretty Belarus?
Belarus said nothing for a moment before answering “Fine,” and slipping her hands out from under the bra.
“Wait!” yelped Korea as the blonde went to unzip the skirt she had worn to match the blouse, and Belarus’ head shot up, the impatience in her glare clear.
Korea smiled just a little. “Can you take your dress of Belarus? I don’t want to be the only one like this.”
Vulnerable.
Belarus looked suspicious, so Korea added “It’s not like I’m asking you to get naked! It will be easier to move around in underwear right?”
Belarus’ face was as unreadable as ever, but then she began untying the sash around her waist.
Had this been a different situation Korea might have started cheering victoriously.
Once Belarus was stripped unceremoniously to bra, panties and stockings she continued unzipping the Asian nations skirt, pulling it down before removing the white cotton panties Korea wore.
Korea shuddered, a mix of arousal and nervousness passing through her at the sudden exposure.
“Yesss,” she sighed. “Belarus...”
Belarus wasted no time, rubbing her fingers against the slick sex before deftly slipping two fingers inside the Asian nation.
Korea cried out and rolled her hips, clutching the sheets of the bed as pleasure rushed though her body. It felt good, so so good. She never really knew what to do with all this pleasure, as Belarus thrust the fingers inside of her, rubbing sensitive areas, thumb rubbing her clitoris in unison.
She wanted so badly to clutch at Belarus, to cling to her shoulder or wrap her her legs around the other nations waist, but she restrained herself. That would be crossing a line, a line she wanted so badly to cross, but no, Belarus was not ready for that yet.
Her body was heating, overheating, and she could feel her long hair falling out of it’s braid and sticking to the back of her neck. She gasped and moaned, rotating her hips and flexing her insides around the fingers.
“B-Bela!” she moaned, forcing her eyes, which had been clenched shout in pleasure, to open. There was Belarus, between her legs, in only her underwear, face as blank as ever... Unless...
She could have been imagining it, but what was wrong with imagining Belarus had lust in her eyes, lust for her.
Korea threw her head back and cried out, reaching her climax abruptly, riding out the orgasm on Belarus’ amazing fingers.
Once her sense had returned to her the fingers had been removed and her body was returning to normal temperature, cooling sweat actually making her a bit chilly.
She sat up, expecting to see Belarus putting her dress back on in annoyance, but was instead met by a different sight.
Belarus was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at her fingers. They were wet, and Korea quickly realized they were wet from her. She couldn’t help but imagine Belarus licking those fingers, tasting her. She flushed, just the mental image exciting her.
Of course Belarus did nothing of the sort. She wiped the fingers on the bed and picked up her dress. Of course.
“Hey Belarus?” Korea asked. “Can I spend the night. It’s soooo cold outside!”
Belarus shot a look back at Korea. “Don’t push your luck.”
Korea chuckled and began fixing her hair, which had grown quite mussed. Belarus always said that. And Korea always ignored it. Of course she was going to push her luck. Pushing luck originated in Korea after all.
And Korea was going to push and push until she reached her goal , to kiss and touch Belarus, to hold her and explain to her that Russia didn’t deserve her.
To say, I love you Natalia.
I'm tired, so I hope that didn't suck.
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You make me want moar of dis.
This is a genderbent crack pairing, and yet I want to see more of it! I want to see Korea win the heart of Bela ;-; poor things.
very sexy and sweet, anon.
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thank you for sharing this with us. *ç*
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Seriously though, thank you both for the kind words.
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I loved the characterization and how Korea is determined to get her lady inch by inch.
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