Can’t wait for Christmas time when I lay in my cozy bed and read Nordic Sufin dennor Christmas smut the whole time while it snows and it’s dark outside 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍simply having a wonderful Christmas time or whatever Paul McCartney said 🎄🎄🎄🎄❄️❄️❄️❄️☃️
Summary: It's a warm day outside, but Tino and Berwald want to turn up the temperature even more.
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Tino’s breath hitched when Berwald’s lips found the base of his neck.
It was surprising how quickly the mood could shift when he was with Berwald. One moment, they were walking hand-in-hand to their car, a satisfying evening date behind them; the next, Tino was being pressed against the wall of an alley with Berwald’s lips trying to map every inch of his neck.
Not that he was complaining.
Tino tilted his neck to allow Berwald to reach more of his skin.
The night was warm and quiet. The only sounds that dared to break the silence were the honk of a car in the distance and Tino’s laboured breathing. It was late, so the deserted streets were no surprise, especially since they had walked some way from the only open place in the area.
Tino peered at Berwald, though he could barely make out his shape in the dim light cast by the lamppost at the far end of the narrow alley. He pressed a kiss to Berwald’s temple.
Tino couldn’t see Berwald, but he could feel him. Berwald's hands roamed everywhere on Tino, tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling at his hips, exploring his body through Tino’s thin summer clothes.
Tino could barely keep his hands to himself, either. One hand tangled in Berwald’s hair, guiding him along the sensitive skin of his neck, urging him to push down the collar of his shirt to reach lower. The other on Berwald's back; Tino's hands were just as much of a lively presence against Berwald's clothes.
Their bodies were pressed together, almost as if Berwald wanted to merge into the dark brick wall behind Tino, their chests rising and falling in rhythm against each other. The heat radiating from Berwald made Tino’s head spin. The air was already stifling, but there was something so satisfying about feeling the warmth coming off Berwald that made up for the discomfort and turned into something quite pleasant instead.
Tino hummed when Berwald’s teeth scraped against his collarbone. The teasing was driving him crazy; maybe it was time to drive Berwald to the same point.
Tino's fingers glided over Berwald's crotch, light touches meant to find the metal of the zipper; as it turned out, his hand had not been as discreet as he'd hoped.
Berwald gasped, the sudden intake of air sending shivers down Tino’s spine.
“Tino…” Berwald’s voice was a warning only on the surface. Tino knew him well enough to know that he wanted him to go on. The exposed position had only made him a bit shy.
“Nobody's around,” Tino protested, his fingers closing around the zipper and tugging it down. “So?”
Berwald grunted and resumed the delicate task of tasting every inch of Tino’s exposed, or otherwise accessible, skin. To Tino, that was as good as a giant green light flashing over Berwald's head.
He pulled the zipper down the rest of the way, and he wasn't surprised to find a bulge already waiting for him, straining against Berwald's underwear. Tino freed Berwald from that last layer of fabric.
His hand moved lightly around Berwald’s length at first, but picked up the pace as he felt Berwald's breathing hasten, his hand squeezing Tino's side in reaction with the swaying of his hand.
The air huffed out of Berwald’s mouth and nose in rough breaths, and it tingled Tino’s neck, almost making him giggle. He was sure that, had his eyes been able to see Berwald more clearly, he would have been met with heavy eyes framed by a dark flush. Just thinking about that made his heart race, and other parts of his body yearn for Berwald.
Berwald seemed to grow more comfortable after his cock had been exposed to the open air. He pulled up Tino's shirt until his torso was in full view and then leaned down further to gain access to Tino’s now exposed chest. Tino squirmed when Berwald’s lips clamped around one of his nipples and unconsciously gave a sharp tug to Berwald's cock.
The man turned to look at him, the puzzlement impossible to hide even in the dark.
“Keep going,” Tino muttered under his breath, “you were doing so–” but he was cut off by Berwald's lips resuming their work on his chest.
Tino let his head fall back against the wall, his eyes closed and lips slightly ajar to allow him to gasp for air. As always, Berwald’s attention to his body felt so methodical, so precise, but at the same time so warm, Tino struggled to stop himself from throwing his arms around him and holding him close.
Of course, Tino could still remember to give something back. His fingers were still clasped around Berwald’s length, running from the tip to the base without pause, each time drawing a low groan from Berwald that got lost in the stream of wet noises produced by his mouth. It didn’t take much for Berwald’s hips to jerk, slightly, almost as if Berwald himself wasn’t aware of what he was doing, but Tino could feel it against the palm of his hand.
“Berwald,” Tino called, his voice hoarse, “do you want to…”
“Here?” Berwald questioned, but again, it was plain that he wasn’t actually debating Tino’s choice; he was merely confirming it.
Tino gave a nod. “Why not?”
Berwald tilted his head to face him for a moment, considering, then he hooked his hands around Tino’s hips and he spun him around. Tino’s forehead rested against the cold bricks of the wall, offering some relief from the warmth of his flushed face.
Berwald’s fingers made short work of Tino’s pants and underwear, both pooling at his knees as quickly as Berwald's fingers allowed.
Berwald placed his left hand on Tino’s waist, and Tino was quick to cover it with his own, his other arm cradling against the wall to support his forehead.
Tino’s ears picked up a wet sound coming from behind, quickly followed by the pressure of Berwald’s finger against his opening. The fingerpad was wet, most likely as a consequence of being pushed into Berwald’s mouth.
Tino shuddered in anticipation. He tensed only slightly when the finger was pushed gently, slowly, inside him, and quickly reminded himself to exhale to release the tension.
Tino’s forehead dropped back against the wall. Heat rolled through him like a wave, requiring him to lean on the wall to steady himself. Tino didn’t know whether it was a natural talent or if Berwald was particularly attentive to the small changes and reactions in Tino’s body, but the result was that the taller man could always make Tino melt with a few simple movements.
Berwald’s finger moved slowly, methodically, almost as if he was trying to explore all of Tino and would take great care not to miss an inch of his body, and it turned out, the inside wasn’t the only side of Tino that Berwald was determined to map. Now with easy access to the top of Tino's spine, Berwald’s lips traced gentle trails of kisses under Tino’s nape, causing Tino to shudder with a shivery breath.
Despite Tino’s previous remarks on the streets being deserted, he bit down on his lips to stifle the moans that would otherwise spill out of his mouth.
It didn’t take any prompting for Berwald to add a second finger. Two long digits moved carefully inside Tino now, but at the same time with determination, without holding back when it came to exploring deeper. A sudden jerk of those fingers and Tino failed to swallow a moan that echoed through the air. Berwald answered with a satisfied sigh, that sound in turn muffled against Tino’s skin, the taller man’s lips still grazing the base of his neck.
It was just too slow for Tino. He loved the attention and care that Berwald put into every movement, but sometimes he also wanted to hurry things along. With a light squeeze at the hand that Berwald had on his hip, he turned to glance back at Berwald. Tino’s head couldn’t crane that far, however, and the best he could manage was a glimpse of a vague shape at the edge of his vision.
“Berwald, it’s okay. I’m ready for…”
“Little more,” Berwald answered. His voice was low, thick with the same desire that Tino felt rattling in his brain. It didn’t match at all with the words that came out of his mouth.
“I promise, we can—”
But Tino was cut off again. Berwald’s hand left his side and quickly claimed Tino’s cock, Berwald’s arm half-embraced Tino while stretching to reach in front of him.
The warm pressure of Berwald’s hand stroking his cock, combined with the pleasant intrusion in his opening, succeeded in reducing Tino to silence. Saying that Tino hated the way Berwald always managed to quiet his complaints would have been a lie: he did pick some interesting methods to get his way. Still, Tino couldn’t forget that sense of urgency, but decided that he could indulge Berwald a little more. After all, Tino was the one getting the most out of the delay.
Tino hardly regretted his choice when Berwald pushed in a third finger, and it was all Tino could do to stay upright instead of slumping against Berwald or collapsing against the wall.
Not one to do things half-heartedly, Berwald’s other hand had not slowed down on Tino’s cock, and instead picked up the pace when Tino was already fighting to stay on his feet thanks to Berwald’s dancing so effectively inside of him.
“God…” Tino let out, unsure if he was keeping his voice low enough. What if he was being too loud? His boyfriend was so good at this that all the neighbourhood deserved to know.
Berwald, who had been all careful movements and slow progress so far, seemed to get animated by Tino’s unarticulated praise and allowed his hand to move more freely up and down Tino’s cock, making Tino shudder and moan more and more, almost as if reducing Tino to a mess was the whole point.
“Berwald…” Tino managed between moans. “Please…”
Tino didn’t want to come before he’d even felt Berwald inside him, and he was well on his way with how Berwald was handling him.
Berwald’s soft gasp was all the answer he got. A moment later, Berwald’s fingers slipped out, leaving an emptiness that made Tino wince.
Berwald took his time, possibly coating his cock with saliva before approaching Tino with it. Tino couldn’t say he loved the wait.
When Berwald’s tip touched Tino, it drew a gasp from the shorter man, his hips pushing back to invite Berwald to continue. A small, light kiss was placed on the back of Tino’s head before Berwald’s hips slid forward.
Just like Berwald had been with his fingers, his cock inched forward slowly, carefully. Tino shifted, accommodating the new, larger object inside him, and he could hear Berwald releasing a deep breath over his shoulder at each tiny movement.
When Berwald was sure Tino was comfortable, he started rolling his hips. It was gentle but deep, and Tino knew that Berwald would dare venture a little deeper with each thrust.
Now that one hand was free to wander on Tino, Berwald placed it on the shorter man’s hip, the other still on Tino’s cock, stroking him without urgency.
Never one for words, even under the circumstances, Tino had to make do with Berwald’s quiet groans that rose from behind him in time with Tino’s gasps and moans.
All of Berwald’s actions were soft and intimate, from the matching circles made by his hip and his thumb on Tino’s waist to the deliberate sweep of his wrist along Tino’s length. Berwald had moved closer, his chest now almost brushing against Tino’s back, which highlighted in Tino’s mind that feeling of intimacy.
“Berwald,” Tino called again, his voice breathy. “This is great, but...” he was interrupted by a slight jerk of Berwald’s hips.
“Should I stop?”
“No, just…” Tino strained again fruitlessly to peer over his shoulder: he couldn't twist his neck that far, and the dim light didn't provide enough illumination for him to make out much to begin with. Still, he needed Berwald in front of him. To look at him as best he could, touch him, and feel some of the connection he felt he was missing out on.
“Let me spin around,” Tino said eventually.
Berwald’s movement ceased, and Tino could feel Berwald thinking just as surely as if he had been talking to himself.
Carefully, Berwald pulled out and guided Tino to whirl around, his shoulders thudding back against the wall. When Tino leaned forward to meet Berwald’s lips, he didn’t find him there. Berwald had bent down, and soon Tino felt him pull at his shoes, and then at his pants and underwear, all of which quickly formed a small pile right next to them. Berwald had grown quite bold in a few minutes, from questioning if anyone would be around to stripping Tino half-naked.
When Berwald’s head was level again with Tino’s, he didn’t waste time claiming Berwald’s lips with his own, his arms slung around the other’s neck. He kissed Berwald deeply, heatedly, pulling him in until there was no space left between them.
Berwald’s hands also found Tino, but on his lower back, just under his shirt. Their lips still locked in a kiss, Tino could only gasp when he was hoisted off his feet, Berwald’s hands quickly sliding under his legs and bracing Tino against the wall.
Tino giggled. “Are you sure you can do it?”
Berwald’s voice came just a little strained, but determined enough that Tino knew better than to argue with him.
“Yes,” was Berwald’s only answer, before his head tilted back up to kiss Tino.
It was odd, kissing Berwald from a vantage point, but only in a way that made it more exciting. The warmth that spread throughout Tino's body with the kiss was tinged with the spark of something unusual. Tino’s hands sank into Berwald’s hair, combing with his fingers from the top of his head to his nape. There just wasn’t enough of Berwald for Tino to touch.
“Can I?” Berwald muttered eventually against Tino’s lips.
Tino nodded, eager. He held his breath, not sure if this new position would be more painful than pleasant at first. Maybe it was because Berwald lowered him so slowly, stopping when Tino gave a quiet gasp, but it didn’t feel painful. Maybe a bit uncomfortable, and even that faded away after a few seconds.
“It’s great,” Tino breathed out. Maybe he should have done it before, but it finally occurred to him to lock his ankles behind Berwald, trying to keep himself up, pressing his tights against the other. Berwald was keeping him up one way or the other, but at least his weight wasn’t all on Berwald’s arms.
When Berwald started to move, he kept Tino mostly still against the wall, while Berwald’s hips stuttered in small, quick jerks that didn’t allow him to reach deep. It was still enough to make Tino throw his head back and let out a loud, deep moan. Berwald took that as an invitation to make his strokes deeper, as he should have.
Tino no longer cared about swallowing his moans, and he could tell that Berwald’s regard for being quiet was almost forgotten as well.
Berwald's pace grew slower, but he pushed deeper, lifting Tino up just slightly with the movement.
Pleasure flooded inside Tino. He found himself clutching his arms tighter around Berwald's shoulders, and he didn't know whether that was to keep himself up or because of the growing heat in his body.
Berwald answered by tilting his head and kissing Tino’s arm. Tino would melt every time Berwald did something like that, so naturally, without thinking, but so sweetly, but not at the moment. There wasn’t much room in Tino’s mind for anything but the blinding sensation coming from his lower body, the warmth spreading from it.
He could feel his own cock twitch, and cursed mentally the fact that he couldn’t spare a hand to take care of it. Not that he needed much more than what Berwald’s own cock was providing.
Berwald could probably keep up for a while longer, but Tino doubted it would be a lot longer. Berwald’s fingers had begun digging into the flesh of his thighs as he struggled to keep Tino propped up, his breath coming laboured in short pants, not entirely due to the pleasant activity.
Tino’s shirt had hiked up behind his back, allowing the wall to scrape at him at every thrust. Now it wasn’t any longer just the natural consequence of Tino moving with Berwald’s body, but it was the strength of Berwald's hips bucking into Tino that caused him to bounce on Berwald’s cock.
For the little freedom of movement that the position allowed him, Tino moved back against Berwald as much as he could, seeking him out, once again thinking that there wasn’t enough Berwald for his liking. But it was all a lot, and Tino could feel himself inching closer to release.
He didn’t want to end it yet, but maybe it was for the best. Now Berwald’s heavy breathing came with a slight shaking of his arms, and Tino couldn’t tell himself it was just because of the pleasant friction of his cock.
“Be–Berwald…” he breathed out, “I am…”
Berwald cut him off again with a kiss, and his lips were sealed just as he was about to cry out from the wave washing over him. He tensed up, his tights closing tighter around Berwald and his hands fisting the fabric of the man’s shirt. Berwald didn’t let up, his hips providing a steady source of stimulation as Tino rose on his high and then started to come down.
Only when he knew he was done did Berwald break the kiss.
“I’m sorry.” After all that effort, it was a shame Tino had come before Berwald.
Berwald just shugged before letting Tino gently down. His legs trembled, and he wasn’t sure he could keep himself on his feet just yet. In a smooth motion, Tino sank to his knees, pretending that it had been his plan all along. After all, there was some work to be done. Not that it would be a long work, as he found out to his disappointment.
Berwald himself was already on the edge of coming himself, so much so that he trembled when Tino’s hand closed around his length. Even trying to draw out the moment, Berwald was breathing in short, sharp breaths before long.
“Tino…” he mumbled under his breath, a hand reaching blindly for the other’s shoulder. Since Tino could spare one hand, he raised it to meet Berwald’s, their fingers laced over Tino's shoulder, as the other worked Berwald into a tremble. Berwald groaned and repeated Tino’s name as the only warning before a string of thick, white liquid flew out of his cock. Gently moving his hand back and forth until the last drop was on the ground, Tino saw that Berwald was completely done before getting back to his feet.
The taller man was leaning with a shoulder against the wall, his eyes closed and his breath still heavy. Tino, on his end, had basically recovered.
Tino’s eyes had lingered on Berwald for a while, trying to make out as many details as possible in the dark, when a breeze reminded him that he was still half naked.
He fumbled in the dark to find his clothes and covered up again, and when he returned his eyes to Berwald, the other was standing on his own and likely fully covered as well.
A fond smile tugged at Tino’s lips as he slung his arms around Berwald’s neck, his head resting on his shoulder. “How are you so good?”
Berwald sniffed, maybe assuming it was just flattery.
“I love you,” were the only words that Tino heard before Berwald’s hand touched his cheek. His voice was quiet, almost as if Tino wasn’t supposed to hear. But he heard, and his face flushed red.
“I love you, too,” Tino answered, holding Berwald tighter. They would need to move out of the alley to reach their car, but not now. Tino wanted to feel Berwald in his arms, and Berwald's arms around him. Everything else could wait.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Hetalia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Finland/Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark/Norway (Hetalia), Hong Kong/Iceland (Hetalia), America/England (Hetalia), Germany/North Italy (Hetalia), Canada/Prussia (Hetalia), South Italy/Spain (Hetalia), Scotland (Hetalia)/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Finland (Hetalia), Sweden (Hetalia), Denmark (Hetalia), North Italy (Hetalia), Hong Kong (Hetalia), Iceland (Hetalia), America (Hetalia), England (Hetalia), Germany (Hetalia), Canada (Hetalia), Prussia (Hetalia), South Italy (Hetalia), Spain (Hetalia), Scotland (Hetalia), Hetalia Original Character(s)
Additional Tags: Omegaverse, Gangs, battle royal, Pastmpreg, ablities
Summary:
The underworld of the city of Hetalia is divided into four big families. The Kirklands controlled the Western side, where they ruled with wit and trickery. The North belonged to the King of North and his family, a family that valued loyalty and strength above all else. The East was controlled by the Dragon of the East, who used his knowledge and power to control the East. The largest of the families was the Vargas, a family that used power and charisma to control the underworld.
Yet when the head of the Vargas family announces a contest for the hand of his omega grandsons. When one said grandson says he would fight for himself causes the other families' omegas to repeat the same thing. This causes the heads to come up with a plan: every heir would fight. If an omega won, they would get to either be free or choose an alpha. If an alpha won, they would be able to take the omega.
Thus starts the battle of love, where a win or loss could cause a change in power of the underworld.
who’s your favorite hetalia ship? is it enemies to lovers like russame? enemies with benefits like fruk? or tsundere x cinnamon like gerita? i love the florida situation and will visiting russia soon!😉
Thanks for the ask! OF COURSE our mission revolves around Russia x America, but we asked all of our staff members and they all gave the resounding answer of Sweden x Finland!! (SuFin) More articles coming soon...!
