Hetalia x Reader (shorts, bonuses, scenarios and previews)

Bad Boys Are My Weakness (2P!America x Reader) 2 of 3

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A flawless 4.0 GPA student, an award-winning essay writer, and the only girl Jason Jones ever loved.

The first two to three times he made extra efforts to be gentle, but when she got used to his size he discovered that she liked it more when he fucked her hard—so much that she couldn't even sit without flinching. Every kiss, every touch, every thrust was a firm and brutal reminder that she was his. But at the same time, they were unspoken promises. In his own way, he told her he was made for her. And he was going to stay with her.

Jason leaned on the steering wheel as he recalled her knitted brows. "I don't want to lose you, Jason" She had said. He hated worrying her like that, and even though he calmed her down there was no lying to himself.

He clicked his tongue. He was so stupid for taking her to the beach. They should've gone to Love Point Cliff instead; more private, more intimate. He should've brought food to distract her.

But he didn't, and it no longer mattered: he had better ways to make her happy, better than Oreos or chocolate.

Jason swallowed, unintentionally remembering the arch of her back as her ass lifted from the leather seat of his Jaguar, wet lips parted to release a moan that drove him wild. She had the sexiest moan, hushed and throaty, and he loved it when she whispered his name with nails digging down his bare back.

He loved every minute of it. He cherished every inch of her.

A familiar silver sedan rolled by the front school gates and he saw her denim-covered legs swing over the seat and she hopped off, losing her balance immediately, but caught the car door to steady herself. She hissed and fixed her scarf, which didn't raise any suspicion in mid February.

But guilt weighed heavily on Jason nonetheless.

In a moment of unbridled desire, he lost himself and bit down too hard on her sensitive skin, and instead of gasping with pleasure she yelped in pain. He showered her throat and collarbone with kisses, breathing out a genuine "I'm sorry" every time his mouth wasn't on her flesh. She giggled—oh, how he adored her—and reassured him it was fine. "If you're really sorry I have a special place that needs kissing." She teased in the throatiest, most seductive voice she could muster. He growled and pushed her back down as she laughed.

She waved goodbye to her dad (Jason respected the man enough not to hate him) and limped towards the main building. Jason was torn between feeling guilty and proud.

His girlfriend may not have been Bonnie Bing but she was beautiful in her own way. She was smart and funny and a dude had to be gay or tasteless not to admit he wanted to have her, even if just a bit.

Jason smirked. Mathias Køhler and two other soccer players stopped talking to greet [Name]. Køhler looked worried, she merely waved a hand. Jason assumed that they were asking about her limp.

She flashed them one last smile before turning away. Køhler watched with a certain look of longing as she staggered towards the glass entrance like she just got off a saddle.

Jason knew what the popular soccer captain was thinking: "I like you, and not just in a brotherly, friendly way. I want you. Go out with me."

Tough luck, superstar. The bell rang. Jason snatched a tiny white box from the passenger seat, slammed the car door and sauntered towards the main building.

She's mine.

*

You were starting to think that maybe, just maybe, you were a bona fide masochist. Rough lovemaking aside, you enjoyed the hangover, the feeling swollen and sore. And the possibility of your scarf unraveling by accident, simultaneously announcing to everyone with eyes "Yeah, hi, guess what? I'm taken" excited you.

You tugged off your scrunchie as you exited the lab.

"Good morning"

You shrieked and jumped and hit a drinking fountain, pain pierced your already bruised pelvic area. You massaged your hip, the other hand on your chest.

Ludwig blinked. "Are you all right?"

"Chief! You scared me" You straightened up and composed yourself, "What's up?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you at such short notice but one of our writers—Kiku got into an accident while shopping for some video game"

Accident? You heard he was trampled by three middle-schoolers at once.

You weren't part of the school paper but Allen was, and he told you about Ludwig wanting you to cover for a sick writer.

"Ludwig, I'll be more than happy to write a piece"

He folded his arms "Well, here's the thing. . .it's no ordinary piece. It's supposed to be about the seniors' trip to Canada"

"The retreat? But I'm—"

"A junior, yes, but Kiku can't come. Not at his current state. The school will be paying for everything: transportation, lodging, food. You just need a change of clothes, pocket money, etcetera. You won't be the only junior there. Allen is coming to take pictures"

You tapped your chin in thought. Before Ludwig could say anything else, you grinned, "I'll do it."

Free food, free room. Why not? Not to mention the look you'll get from Jason when he finds out you'll be going.

Ludwig gave you the newspapers' official e-mail and you went to your locker. Your smile wavered with surprise when you found a small box inside; a tiny card was tied to the big blue bow. You put down your bio book and picked up the package.

An early Valentine's Day to you

xoxo

Your heart warmed. Jason, always the romantic. Though the 'hugs and kisses' was a first.

You gently placed the card on top of your books in the locker before opening the box, which turned out to be full of heart-shaped candy in different shades and tints of pink. Cute phrases like "Eat me" and "Too sweet" were carved in the candies, written in sans serif.

You popped a random heart into your mouth. It was bittersweet and to be honest, not the nice kind of bittersweet, but you grabbed your water bottle and gulped down the rest of the candy. If Jason made these then you were going to eat them. Even if you had to swallow them whole.

You retrieved your backpack from the floor and took two more hearts, dousing them down with chilled water.

By the time final period wrapped up you've already consumed the last piece of candy. You wanted to throw up, and at the same time you felt like fainting.

You stumbled out of the classroom, barely able to keep your eyes from closing.

Some of your classmates actually stopped to ask if you were okay. You thanked them for their concern but said that it was just a stomachache. One really bad stomachache that affected every organ and all four limbs.

You managed it back to your locker before your knees gave out. Your bag slipped off your shoulders and you folded on the floor.

Someone called your name.

"Jason. . ." You whispered, mind buzzing.

You didn't see him run, he was already kneeling over you. There was a soft thud beside you—he dropped it. Your eyes blurred but you could make out the outline of a tiny white box and its bright red bow.

The blackness came and you surrendered to it just when Jason pulled you into his arms.

Author's note: This was fun. I like this. I love possessive Jason. Oh, before you freak out, this isn't the end. Not yet, there's still the last part explaining the "I killed my best friend!" part. Also, it seems like you guys already figured out the movie. XD Well it was kind of obvious from the very beginning.