Mochi America fucks you|| Hetalia

The room was warm, the only sound being the soft rustle of sheets as you lay bare across your bed. You were completely naked, skin flushed with anticipation as you prepared to pleasure yourself. Just as you reached for your phone to find something to watch, your fingers slipped. The device clattered against the floor and slid mercilessly into the dark crevice beneath the bed frame.

"Dammit," you hissed, rolling off the mattress. You scrambled onto your stomach, grunting as you pressed your chest against the hardwood, stretching your arm as far as it would go into the dusty darkness. You managed to hook your fingertip around the case, but as you pulled, your shoulder wedged tight against the bed frame. When you tried to back out, you realized with a jolt of panic that you were stuck pinned between the floor and the heavy wooden frame, your hips elevated and your ass exposed to the open air.

Just as you began to curse your luck, the bedroom door creaked open. "Hey! Food? Want chocolate?"

It was Mochi America. He waddled into the room with his usual hyperactive energy, his round, soft mochi body bouncing slightly with every step. His big blue eyes scanned the room until they landed on the sight of you trapped, naked, and vulnerable.

The moment his eyes landed on your exposed flesh, something shifted in his chaotic mind. His pupils dilated behind his glasses, and his cat like mouth curled into a hungry grin. A faint pink hue dusted his cheeks, and suddenly, two small American flags sprouted from the top of his head, quivering with intensity. He was in heat, and the sight of you was the only trigger he needed.

Before you could explain your predicament or ask for help, you felt his soft, squishy weight pressing against your backside. He smelled faintly of powdered sugar and something primal. Without warning, his retractable penis extended, slick and ready.

"It's okay, I'm American!" he declared with sudden, manic confidence as he positioned himself.

He pushed forward, his soft mochi body molding around your hips as he drove himself into your entrance. The sensation was overwhelming the combination of his round softness and the sudden, forceful intrusion. You gasped as he filled you completely, his mochi flesh squishing against your thighs with every thrust. Because you were wedged under the bed, you couldn't move to meet his rhythm; you could only take the impact of his bouncing body as he worked with manic, hyperactive energy.