Hetalia Ivan Novels & Stories

His hands were rough, he ripped my shirt open and shoved my pants down to my ankles. “Hands on the glass. Don’t move them,” he ordered. He dropped to his knees behind me. He spread my ass cheeks wide and licked my hole with his hot tongue. He pushed his tongue inside me, licking and sucking like he was starving. I moaned loud. My cock leaked and pressed against the wall. “You taste like you’re mine,” Ivan said. He spit on my hole and pushed three thick fingers inside me fast. He stretched me rough, curling his fingers against that spot that made me see stars. My legs shook hard.

This is not a conversation I thought I would be having. "Okay, go ahead. I can't wait to be buried deep inside you." Vaughn says, sliding his finger in me deeper and swirling it around. I spread my legs further apart and arch against his hand. "Are you ready?" Ivan asks, positioning himself between my thighs. "Yes," I reply, watching as he lowers his head. I look over at Vaughn, who's watching, too, and see his penis getting bigger. I reach out and take it in my hand.

Clarence coughed. “And Ashley’s mated into such a family.” Lorna frowned, shaking her head. “The poor thing.” “Lia has always wanted power,” Ivan grunted. “What does that mean? Did she used to try and get with you?” Clarence asked. Ivan cringed and shook his head. “No. She aimed higher.” “There’s higher than you? You’re what, nine feet tall?” Finn teased with a laugh. “No. I am roughly two and a half meters tall. So, eight foot one inches.” Ivan explained. “She set her sights on Ignazio and Gastone.”

I'll. Angelica: Oh, hey there...you sexy man. Ivan: I am not sexy man. I am dangerous man. Amanda: Uh-huh, suuure... Ivan: *Blushing*

For a long second, silence stretched. I cleared my throat. “Ivan.” “I know who you are,” he said evenly, his voice low but not hostile. “Danica’s friend from Greece. David, isn’t it?” “Yes.” I stepped forward, extending my hand, uncertain whether he’d take it. “I wanted to meet you properly.” He studied me for a moment before finally shaking my hand. His grip was firm despite the IV taped to his arm. “I thought you were her lover,” Ivan admitted bluntly.

"Uh, Isabelle? You didn't tell me he was deaf." I pretended to choke on my saliva. "He isn't," I said in between coughs. "Right, Mr– I mean, Ivan?" I think he just pretended to ignore my statement because he turned to her and gnashed his teeth so hard that I heard it. "Hi," Ivan said uninterestedly like he'd rather be in more important places than here. I nudged the side of his stomach again, but a little softer.

He rubbed his crotch area and I could see the bulge through his tracksuit pants. I reached out for it and began to massage it through the fabric as he came closer and closer to me. Javier jacked up my legs and held them up together with one hand, elevating me easily with his alpha strength and then he plunged deep into me, downwards. I gasped and would have let out a loud moan but Ivan reacted quickly and covered my mouth with his palm. “Shuuuu!” he said and placed his right index finger to his lips. I nodded as another tear streaked down my cheeks.

Davian drawled, eyes filled with sarcasm as he eyed Ivan as though he was nothing more than the Peck of dust under his shoe. “I don't have the time to go around talking about you. You show people how much of a fool you are the minute you open that mouth of yours. It would do you a lot of good to have the thing sewn damn shut” “You bastard” Ivan shouted, startling me. I thought he was going to storm over to Davian and punch him but he turned stormy eyes to me. “You think because you got yourself a designer bitch, you are better than me?” He hissed.

Not long after Adonis left Ivan ended the sex after the girl cummed two more time and he haven't cummed though, how can he when she is not the angel that he just saw, he pulled out his long dick out of her making her to squirm and shiver feeling empty but satisfied and tired, she hasn't been fucked this good for a long time, not even by her boyfriend. Ivan wore his plain pants and button up long sleeve shirt, his expensive pant look good and his leg muscles was showing fitted, not to straining not to concealed, his his upper shirt button left unbuttoned showing his collarbone and some dripping sweats, his upper muscles flexible as he moves, his muscles are not bulgy but really muscled. He pu

“That man is gorgeous.” “Ivan.” She shrugged. “Never got his name but rvery time I tried to talk to him, some other woman beat me to the punch. He had so much pussy handed to him that he didn’t even need to look around.” Ivan was a handsome guy, with a built musculature and a classically handsome face, he reminded me of Adrian in a lot of ways. “He and Adrian are really close and I could ask Adrian about him....” “God no,” she said with a laugh. “I don’t chase.”