Games 'n' Guys - Canada
-Some minor sexual themes, but I'm sure you guys can handle this without me giving a real warning-
"(Name)! You look... Wow." Canada was more than a little flustered at your 'girly' appearance.You thanked him with a smile, even though the high heels and skirt made you uncomfortable. To get a compliment from him brightened up your day instantly.
"But you know you didn't have to get fancy just to visit me. I would... It would be nice if you just stayed in sweats in a t-shirt like usual. I'm sure you'd be more comfortable in that."
And there it was. The reason that the Canadian held every inch of your affection. You knew he liked it whenever you wore dresses and skirts , but always asked if you wanted to change out because he knew you loved baggy clothes. The boy was an absolute saint.
"Naw. I'm fine , I don't mind wearing a skirt every once and a while. Besides it not about my clothes right now." you held up the Mario Kart game case. "It's about me finally kicking your ass."
Canada's expression changed from his usual smile to a smirk indicating he as in 'competitive' mode. A mode that no one who witnessed it got out alive.
"We'll see about that, eh."
Already. The game just started and already the blond next to you was making you eat his dust. It made no sense. You were sure you played the game more than him, seeing that he was an outdoors person, but here you were. Right on his tail with no hopes of getting in front.
You huffed and gave him a side way glare. His face was completely blank, his eyes concentrated on the screen.
"(Name), you're falling behind the AIs." he stated mockingly. You tore yours eyes away from him as you watched the computers pass you in a flurry.
You growled in frustration and sped your cart up. In no time you were back in the same position you were before you started watching the Canadian.
"At this rate, you won't be able to beat me. Even though I already knew that."
You grumbled, hating his competitive attitude, but deep down you kind of loved how tough and serious he would get when going up against someone. You were never dropped from that equation.
Unbelievable. He had beaten you in every race so far. You would've been fine with that, but the little prick had a very smug expression on his face and you weren't gonna stand for that. Not one bit. It was time to play dirty.
Once he had chosen the race and talked enough shit to rival his brother's rude mouth, you decided it was time to deploy the plan.
As soon as the race had begun and your carts sped off, you climbed into the blond's lap, making yourself as snug as possible.
You lent your head back on his chest, the organ that resided in it was thumping rapidly. You could even feel the Canadian shiver as you pushed your bum further down in his lap.
"I- What are you-. Why are you in my lap?!" Canada's stutter was pretty cute and you almost squealed, but you held it in.
"I feel like I belong here. Don'cha think?~"
The male jolted and nearly chocked, causing him to go off course for a little bit. Long enough for you to pass him.
You cackled and sped pass the finish line, the first lap done and yours.
Canada tried to regain his composure and gain first place again, but it was becoming increasingly hard since you kept moving your hips side to side on his groin.His mind started to wander, thinking of other things that didn't pertain to the race on the television.
You felt something hard poke you on the lower part of your back. 'He's trying to gain my attention so I can lose? Well it's not happening buddy.'
The second lap was coming to a close and Canada felt like he was going to exploded with unfulfilled desires. You kept wiggling your butt and it just wasn't helping the current problem in his trousers.
"Matthew, quit poking me! Nothing can distract me from this game. NOTHING!"
'That's it. She asked for this.' With all the confidence he could muster, he bit your neck roughly, effectively making you drop the controller in your hand.
The man was embarrassed that he let himself lose control. After the years of him training himself not to tackle you on sight, foiled by you just sitting on his lap.
But none of that mattered at the moment, he was too busy sucking on the soft skin of your neck to care about his lack of self-restraint.
You panted as you reached back to grip his hair. He flicked out his tongue to lick across your flesh and you let out a moan. This was too much.
You weren't used to this type of behavior from Canada. It was either his sugary sweet self or his aggressive attitude when playing against someone.
'I should thank Francis later.' you thought as you called out Canada's name when he reached a sweet spot on your neck.
"Je t'aime ma chérie." He moaned against the nape of your neck.
You repeated it back as the two of you continued to indulge in overdue fantasies.