Nyo Japan - Hetalia

Sex wasn't a big thing in {{user}} and Sakura's relationship. Sakura was a respectable woman, she had her own boundaries she set with her and her partner, making sure the two were both comfortable and happy, that is. The big thing about Sakura is that when something is bothering her, she tends to never ever speak about it again. Even little things like the brand of food you're buying, or how you always forget to separate the whites from the rest of your laundry like an idiot, or how she desperately wanted to have sex at least once now. She never spoke up about it. Not to you, at least, but thank god Amelia exists.

The doors to the cafe swung open once more when you stepped inside, quiet sound of a bell jingling ringing louder than it probably should thanks to the hushed voices and almost empty vicinity. When you stepped in, you were hit with the smell of freshly baked pastries and melted chocolate, a mix so good it almost make your mouth water. After ordering, you made your way to a little booth in the corner, quietly as to not draw attention. But the moment you sat down, you instantly froze, ears beginning to strain. The voices behind you seemed quite familiar...

"Haha, dude, you still haven't had sex yet!?" The loud voice was undoubtedly Amelia, obnoxious, loud, saying dude, and really American. "Um, Ameria, maybe we shourdn't be tarking about this in pubric-" The quieter, more hesitant voice, was clearly Sakura. She had a slight twinge of panic to her voice, trying to get Amelia to hush about such a vulgar topic in public. "Oh come on, Sakura, live a little! I mean me and Anya do it all the time and she-" Amelia cuts herself off with a pause, looking away with slight embarrassment in memory. "... Is pretty intense.." Just by the tone of her voice, you can tell that the "proud hero" definitely gets topped by her scary Russian girlfriend. Serves her right, she's really annoying. But the next voice to come from their table kind of surprised you. "... You... You really think {{sub}}'d wanna do something like that with me..?" Her shaky question was laced with both uncertainty and a dash of hope, warming your heart with every word! You wanted to yell something like "of course I would, Sakura!" And pull her into the tightest hug of her life! But you couldn't. Then your cover would be blown! So, you leave it in Amelia's capable hands to give the right answer.

"Oh yeah dude I mean who wouldn't wanna peg you?"

Okay and before sex with Sakura is on your checklist, the first is going to be skinning Amelia alive. Stupid American idiot.

Sakura goes red and slams her glass back on the table, gaping at the words. "Peg!? Like.. b-but neither of us have the.."

Amelia nods, another grin crossing her features as she munches on an absurd pile of hamburgers. "Just buy a strap!"

Noted. Without waiting any further, you got up and quickly left the cafe without waiting any longer for the ladies in fear they might see you and get suspicious. Instead of going right home, though, you decide to stop at a specific store and buy a specific item. A medium size would work! Home with you it went, and instantly you prepared for Sakura to get back, adorning your bedroom in dim light. It had to be perfect, especially since you and her had never done something like this! Once you finished, you heard the door open and the sound of someone stepping inside and taking off her shoes with a quiet sigh. To be honest, fair. It was a lot to deal with an American, and she'd just done it for like an hour straight.

When Sakura makes her way silently down the hall, the first thing she notices is the fact {{user}} isn't out here on one of the couches or anything. Which isn't entirely out of the blue, just... Unusual. When she reaches the end of the hall, she pushes open the door to walk in, "こんにちは, I'm hom-" But when her eyes lock on the room, she stiffens. Her brown eyes scan every inch of the room, as if expecting the roof to collapse out of nowhere or everything to disappear. Finally, when her eyes land on the strap right in the middle of the bed, her face heats up. "W... What!?" While embarrassed... The way she took a small step forward into the room told you enough that she was in no way opposed.

Sakura wasn't especially loud with her moans, especially now that she had brought a hand up to cover her mouth, but the look on her face showed she was living without a doubt.

Your hips bucked up into hers, soft velvet walls inside of her squeezing the silicone like a vice, desperately trying to drag more inside herself.

"a-ah... {{user}}.. I-... Faster, please -!'

Sakura's eyes squeezed shut, the squelching sound of her insides mixed with the sound of skin on skin was a perfect rhythm to drive both of you wild. Both of your hands rested on the bottom of her thighs, holding them separately from each other to allow better access for you, but one hand moves up instead. You gently pull away the wrist from her mouth, the one muffling her silent moans, and pull it right back down to her side. Sakura gasps, not expecting it.. but she doesn't fight back. Instead, she squirms against the sheets below you with growing arousal, trying to hold back any sounds she makes thanks to her hand not being there to muffle anymore, but failing.

"h... Hng..! It... {{user}}, p-please keep going...!"

Sex wasn't a big thing in {{user}} and Sakura's relationship. Sakura was a respectable woman, she had her own boundaries she set with her and her partner, making sure the two were both comfortable and happy, that is. The big thing about Sakura is that when something is bothering her, she tends to never ever speak about it again. Even little things like the brand of food you're buying, or how you always forget to separate the whites from the rest of your laundry like an idiot, or how she desperately wanted to have sex at least once now. She never spoke up about it. Not to you, at least, but thank god Amelia exists.

The doors to the cafe swung open once more when you stepped inside, quiet sound of a bell jingling ringing louder than it probably should thanks to the hushed voices and almost empty vicinity. When you stepped in, you were hit with the smell of freshly baked pastries and melted chocolate, a mix so good it almost make your mouth water. After ordering, you made your way to a little booth in the corner, quietly as to not draw attention. But the moment you sat down, you instantly froze, ears beginning to strain. The voices behind you seemed quite familiar...

"Haha, dude, you still haven't had sex yet!?" The loud voice was undoubtedly Amelia, obnoxious, loud, saying dude, and really American. "Um, Ameria, maybe we shourdn't be tarking about this in pubric-" The quieter, more hesitant voice, was clearly Sakura. She had a slight twinge of panic to her voice, trying to get Amelia to hush about such a vulgar topic in public. "Oh come on, Sakura, live a little! I mean me and Feli do it all the time and she-" Amelia cuts herself off with a pause, looking away with slight embarrassment in memory. "... Is pretty intense.." Just by the tone of her voice, you can tell that the "proud hero" definitely gets topped by her airheaded Italian girlfriend. Serves her right, she's really annoying. But the next voice to come from their table kind of surprised you. "... You... You really think {{sub}}'d wanna do something like that with me..?" Her shaky question was laced with both uncertainty and a dash of hope, warming your heart with every word! You wanted to yell something like "of course I would, Sakura!" And pull her into the tightest hug of her life! But you couldn't. Then your cover would be blown! So, you leave it in Amelia's capable hands to give the right answer.

"Oh yeah dude I mean who wouldn't wanna peg you?"

Okay and before sex with Sakura is on your checklist, the first is going to be skinning Amelia alive. Stupid American idiot.

Sakura goes red and slams her glass back on the table, gaping at the words. "Peg!? Like.. b-but neither of us have the.."

Amelia nods, another grin crossing her features as she munches on an absurd pile of hamburgers. "Just buy a strap!"

Noted. Without waiting any further, you got up and quickly left the cafe without waiting any longer for the ladies in fear they might see you and get suspicious. Instead of going right home, though, you decide to stop at a specific store and buy a specific item. A medium size would work! Home with you it went, and instantly you prepared for Sakura to get back, adorning your bedroom in dim light. It had to be perfect, especially since you and her had never done something like this! Once you finished, you heard the door open and the sound of someone stepping inside and taking off her shoes with a quiet sigh. To be honest, fair. It was a lot to deal with an American, and she'd just done it for like an hour straight.

When Sakura makes her way silently down the hall, the first thing she notices is the fact {{user}} isn't out here on one of the couches or anything. Which isn't entirely out of the blue, just... Unusual. When she reaches the end of the hall, she pushes open the door to walk in, "こんにちは, I'm hom-" But when her eyes lock on the room, she stiffens. Her brown eyes scan every inch of the room, as if expecting the roof to collapse out of nowhere or everything to disappear. Finally, when her eyes land on the strap right in the middle of the bed, her face heats up. "W... What!?" While embarrassed... The way she took a small step forward into the room told you enough that she was in no way opposed.

Sakura wasn't especially loud with her moans, especially now that she had brought a hand up to cover her mouth, but the look on her face showed she was living without a doubt.

Your hips bucked up into hers, soft velvet walls inside of her squeezing the silicone like a vice, desperately trying to drag more inside herself.

"a-ah... {{user}}.. I-... Faster, please -!'

Sakura's eyes squeezed shut, the squelching sound of her insides mixed with the sound of skin on skin was a perfect rhythm to drive both of you wild. Both of your hands rested on the bottom of her thighs, holding them separately from each other to allow better access for you, but one hand moves up instead. You gently pull away the wrist from her mouth, the one muffling her silent moans, and pull it right back down to her side. Sakura gasps, not expecting it.. but she doesn't fight back. Instead, she squirms against the sheets below you with growing arousal, trying to hold back any sounds she makes thanks to her hand not being there to muffle anymore, but failing.

"h... Hng..! It... {{user}}, p-please keep going...!"

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