#kiku x reader

⋆.𐙚 ɪᴛᴀʟʏ : ꜰᴇʟɪᴄɪᴀɴᴏ ᴠᴀʀɢᴀꜱ ̊

☆ Italy is an open book, he doesnt hide his emotion to you. He'll be the most chalant guy you'll ever meet. [We love a man like that].

☆ Im sorry [not really], but if you think this guy is an innocent bean then no. He has one of the most shameless thoughts of you, he is NOT scared to tell you tho-

☆ Personal space? What's that? This is a term that is unexistant in his disctionary! He usually on you at all times in some way, holding hands, hugs from behind, leaning on you when he feels tired, playing with your hand when you two are in a converstation. He is glued to your side!!

☆ Btw at the ends of every dates, he walks you until the door and give you hugs and kisses for a min of two then let go. He is trying to use every second you two have to shower you with his affection before separation. [He sometimes end up staying over...]

☆ He sometimes doodles in the back your hand, well mainly hearts and flowers, when he is bored and has a pen near him-. You can ask him to stop and he will but you have to admit the drawings looks beautifull.

☆ Likes having you in his kitchen, just sit on a chair and look pretty for him! He'll become a chatterbox, splitting his focus to you and the food. Remind him to focus bc he might cause a mess-

☆ Hands feeds you when asks you to try a dish he made.

☆ Every person he is acquainted with knows you and knows that you are his, he NEVER shut up about you. Bless everyone's ear, especially his friends's....

☆ He seems the type to give you a promise ring early in you two's relationship. A ring that symbolise deep commitment but doesnt reach a proposal degree. His hands are shaking from excitment as you accept it. Maybe he did cry a bit at the end but he is just so in love.... can you blame the man?

⋆.𐙚 ɢᴇʀᴍᴀɴʏ : ʟᴜᴅᴡɪɢ ʙᴇɪʟꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ ̊

☆ At first, some poeple would be rather suprised he is in fact dating someone. That comes from the reason they find him too strict or rigid, whcih can be a turn off... BUT underneath all of that is the biggest sweetheart! So when you win his heart, congrats on gaining the softest and most loyal guy ever!!

☆ He doesn't seem like the type to announce that he's dating someone. If someone asks, he simply says "Yes" and moves on. No big speech about it.

☆ Btw~ early dating is awkward — not in a bad way, but in the way that two people are still figuring each other out. He might over-explain his schedule because he thinks you'll find his routine boring. He's relieved when you just nod and say, "Cool, I'll see you after work."

☆ He doesn't know how to initiate the first kiss. He'll stand there stiffly after a good date, clearly wanting to, but his brain is running through one hundred thoughts per sec! You'll probably have to lean in first. After that, though, he's much more confident.

☆ Most of his gift are rather thoughtfull and practical ones, it shows he pays close attention to your needs and expresses love through Gifting things that would help you in your everyday life!!

☆ Which brings us now, to his dogs. I think he have three. Getting along with them and them accepting you is the unspeakble test that is waited to be completed. In which im sure ull be passing with flying colours!!

⋆.𐙚 ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴ : ᴋɪᴋᴜ ʜᴏɴᴅᴀ ̊

☆ He is not the type to be vocal with his love, so you wont hear the words "I love you" often while being with him but he does show it in many other ways to make!

☆ His main love language is obvi acts of service but also quality time, btw everything he gives he puts a lot of thoughts into it!

☆ He have a staring problem and it mostly at you, well it isnt in a creepy way tho. When you caught him doing so he would shift his gaze imediatly with red ears.

☆ He does take a lot of pictures of your moments together, he keeps them an album for his eyes only. He is trying to immortalize the happy moment you share in a way.

☆ This guy's memory sure is wonders... Japan can remember everything you tell or mention to him. He might suprise you with things that are of your intrest on random day. He never forgets.

☆ Sorry but this guy can't handle PDA very well... He turns into a literally tomato if you initiate. [This guy literally pushed italy off due to a hug early in the anime, if i remember corretly- so yk...].

☆ Well, you two do link your pinkies together when you are walking in a middle of a crowd [or just walking outside in general], it feels intimate in a way and you two will not get separated or lost!

☆ We can ALL agree that this guy would make a good malewife, he can do everything regarding the house, so if you have trouble taking care of chores he will totally help or teach you!!

☆ Yet the longer you live with him the more you will notice a rather... Unusual thing? But something is totally off with him! It is as if something just turn on and off in his self.

☆ It like his whole body is on guard for nothing, hell his staring problem becomes 10 times worse as this time it feel like he is staring at you waiting for you to leave-

☆ You kissed his cheek once and he didnt give much of a reaction, hell he looked at you with disintrests before continuing on whatever he is doing. That reaction did upset you leading you to give him the same treatment.

☆ But those only last a short time before he acts normal, coming back to his original self and he might start apologizing. An apology wrapped in confusing in something he doesnt understand or remember.

ᯓ★Additional Note: My first ever time writting for hetalia or anything hetalia related, so I am indeed slight nervous.... Let just hope I did everyone here justice....

kiku honda!

— it takes him a bit of time to feel comfortable enough to get intimate. every ‘freaky’ or taboo aspect of his sex life is revealed over a course of months, really, which means that you’re always learning new things about him sexually. he gets embarrassed easily, not in the moment but afterwards. honda also becomes especially apologetic if you two try out something at his request and you end up not liking it, so be gentle when letting him know.

— that aside… he definitely shaves down there to keep things nice and neat for you. he’s too shy to ask what you think, so he sort of toys around with different levels of hairiness until he figures out what works best. it’s funny, though, because he’s too embarrassed to ask you what you think but he’s not embarrassed when it comes to asking his buddy, alfred, what his opinion on the matter is.

— he’s pretty much average when it comes to sizing, but his tip is so cute. it’s the perfect shade of pink, one that seems to naturally call to you. it’s the type of pink coquette girls go crazy over; a cute, playful color. his dick is the kind that just begs to be sucked more than fucked. he's not particularly veiny, but he does have two or three veins running down the sides of his shaft.

— kiku doesn’t jerk off too often but he’s incredibly passionate when he does. his eyes will be screwed shut, his bottom lip quivering as he pumps himself. just the thought of you has got him weak. his cock twitches, his breathing heavy. he may even work up a sweat. it might as well be exercise for his hand. he works himself well, imagining that his hand is yours. hopefully, one day, it will be.

— honda is into roleplay, obviously. he’d love a good sexy fantasy roleplay. i don’t necessarily think he’d be into the whole maid thing, however.

— he’s not necessarily a porn addict but he knows his way around the bedroom to a degree one wouldn’t expect. he’s quiet but (politely) freaky. at random times, he’ll bring up new, wild sexual ideas. one night, he may ask if you’re interested in crossdressing. the next, kiku might ask about using ropes, cuffs, or a blindfold. and even still, there’s more — degradation, wax-play, collars, praise, hair pulling, dom/sub dynamics, vibrators, overstimulation, edging, etc etc. i imagine he gets really intense during sex, too. the aftercare is a lot calmer and closer to his ‘normal’ personality. but during sex, he can be perverse and (if called for) cruel.

— he likes edging and will either edge you to the point of tears or keep making you orgasm over and over and over again. control over you feels too good; he can’t help himself, especially when you start whimpering and shaking, desperately clawing at his back or the sheets of the bed. he doesn’t like quickies because they’re far too short for him to edge or overstimulate you.

✴︎ When he first met you, he immediately fell in love, it was just something about you, your soft-hearted nature just captured him.

✴︎ But he wouldn't tell you for a while he liked you, he's just far too shy to tell you something as personal as that.

✴︎ He would definitely try to spend more time with you, and try to talk to you more.

✴︎ He loves talking to you and if you had a bad day he would sit down with you and listen to you rant while stroking a hand across your back (if you like physical touch of course)

✴︎ He doesn't like physical touch that much, but he wouldn't mind it if it was from you.

✴︎ Would let you play with his hair, it's really calming to him.

✴︎ He would cook food from his country and gift it to you.

✴︎ If you were to gift him something back to him as a thank you gift, literally anything it doesn't matter, his heart would absolutely melt, an extreme blush would spread across his face and he would just stare at it before muttering a flustered '...thank you.'

✴︎ This doesn't just apply to gifts though, he gets super flustered at any kind act you do.

A machine could never gain sentience, but the illusion could be faked. By feeding the AI a script of anger and coding it to be mildly violent, people quickly started to fear that their beloved Androids had begun to understand.

A major recall for all Androids was quickly arranged. People were instructed to  destroy their Androids for any sign of violence or acting out of line. Parts of unalive flesh were melted down and recycled. People vowed to never let the mistake happen again and strict laws were enforced on creating Artificial Intelligence.

Yet there were a few seamless Androids that slipped under the radar. Humanoid enough to pass, and lucky enough to be abandoned or set free.

[Name] was made during the prime of Androids. He was a passion project by three kids with a dream to make advancements in humanity. He was an illegally produced Android, made from the finest materials and semi-sentient. The kids had worked on him for about 3 years, swapping from garage to garage. Back then, making an Android yourself wasn’t necessarily illegal, but these brilliant fellows had given [Name] a more advanced feelings program and tried to make him as humanlike as possible, which was illegal, due to a new law about AI being only used for work and chore purposes. Most Androids had a very limited capacity for feelings and weren’t so adaptable when put in a different field than what it was made for.

For roughly 2 years, [Name] had been wandering around Japan with no clear direction. As long as he wasn’t found out and destroyed, his goal was fulfilled. Until one evening, specific coordinates were sent to his system from one of the three masterminds that had built him. With nothing better to do, [Name] set out on a bizarre adventure.

In front of Kiku stands an odd child.

“Hello! Thank you for opening the door for me.” The robot in disguise smiles at Kiku.

“Uhm… Can I help you?” Kiku nervously asks, looking down at the young one and his stained, old clothes.

“Ah… Yes… I was wondering if I could find a place to rest for the night. Everyone else in this neighborhood so far has rejected me…” [Name] gives Kiku a sad look.

It was a bit of a lie. [Name] hadn’t knocked on any doors before Kiku’s, but they did need a safe place for the night, even though Android patrol wasn’t really going on anymore. The streets were wet and scary nonetheless at night.

“Oh…” Kiku looks back at the boy, feeling sad at the situation, but tries his best not to question him yet. “Please, come in. I’ll make you some tea.” He steps aside and lets [Name] inside.

[Name] takes his shoes and coat off, then sets his bag down. “Thank you so much! I have never been shown such kindness before. Please, let me show my gratitude to you. Is there anything you need done? Like, chores?” He follows Kiku to the kitchen.

“Ah, no, no, no need for that! Please, just sit down and rest for now. You must have been walking for a while. I insist.” Kiku urges and turns the electric kettle on.

“As you wish.” [Name] sits down and watches.

Luckily, [Name] could eat and drink a generous amount to appear more human. It would just go to waste, since his body didn’t have a need for any of it and it was a bit of a hassle sometimes to clean it up. His mouth led to a small empty pocket inside him that could be opened to discard the food and liquids.

“Which one do you prefer?” Kiku offers a plethora of different teas.

“Whichever you like the least. I’m not picky.” [Name] smiles.

“No, please pick whichever one you’d like.” Kiku places the tea packets in front of [Name] on the table.

“Ahh… Well… This one, I suppose.” [Name] points out to [Favorite Flavor].

“Excellent choice. Please wait a moment.” Kiku picks up the tea and takes it to the electric kettle, where the water was pretty near done boiling, then speaks again while preparing the tea, “What is your name?”

“[Name]. What’s yours?”

“Honda Kiku.”

Of course, [Name] had already recognized him when the door opened. As a personification, Kiku was an extremely popular and known figure, and [Name]’s database held information on most celebrities. Especially political figures.

“I think I have seen you in the newspaper before.” [Name] says as Kiku sets the warm cup of tea in front of him.

“It’s not unlikely. Please do not let it discourage you from making yourself at home, though.” Kiku sits down across [Name] with his own cup.

“You must be pretty popular…” [Name] blows on his tea before taking a cautious sip. His mouth, and many other parts, had some pain receptors, so drinking boiling tea wasn’t preferable. “Not that it matters. It was very kind of you to let me inside… It’s getting cold now that November is nearing.”

“It is, indeed. Forgive me if this is a bit direct or personal, but… Do you not have a home?” Kiku looks at [Name] with worry.

“I do not, no. I’ve been traveling around on my own for two years now, I think. My parents… They…” [Name] looks down at his cup and holds it tighter.

“A-ah! It’s okay, you do not have to talk about it, if you do not wish to. You can stay here for some time, so don’t worry.” Kiku quickly says, not wanting to upset the poor boy.

“Thank you, Honda-san. You really are kind…” [Name] smiles a little at him and drinks his tea.

“Let me show you around once you’ve drunk your tea. The guest bedroom hasn’t been used for a while, but I clean it regularly, so I hope it is to your standards.”

“It doesn’t take a lot to keep me happy! Thank you. The tea is delicious, too.” [Name] drinks the rest of it and stands up once Kiku is ready.

Kiku shows [Name] around his house. It wasn’t a major mansion, but it was a nice size and relatively easy to upkeep for one person.

“Your house is very nice, and clean too! I appreciate you so much for letting me stay here. You don’t know how much this means to me.” [Name] stands in the guest bedroom, looking around. His gaze drifts back to Kiku, “Please do tell me if there is anything at all I can do. I don’t mind working a little at all.” He says, bowing his head slightly in respect.

“Thank you for the compliments, [Name]-san… How sweet of you to say. For now, I insist you focus on resting and regaining your strength back.” Kiku bows his head back at the boy. “I will be in the office room I showed you,if you happen to need me. Please do not be afraid to come find me if you have something to ask or if you need anything. Rest well.” Kiku leaves the room.

“Thank you! Don’t work too hard!” [Name] quickly thanks while Kiku is still in earshot.

          Kiku covered the lower half of her face with her hand as you leaned in, turning her head to the side—a chuckle escaped your lips, and you scooted closer to her on the futon. She kept her face turned away, still hidden, despite how she leaned back against you when you wrapped your arm around her.

“Baby,” you whispered, dragging out the word as you kissed a spot right below her ear, making her let out a shy whimper. “Let me give you a kiss, hm? I’ve been craving you all day long.”

As both your arms wrapped around her waist, Kiku melted more into your touch and let her head rest against your shoulder. “Just a little one?” She whispered, looking at you with those adorable eyes.

“…Sure.” You nodded; your eyes followed every little movement of hers as she slowly lowered her hand and leaned in, letting you kiss her lips gently. The kiss was sweet and gentle but slow as she cupped the side of your neck and deepened it herself. Her lipstick tasted nice, with a sweet fruity edge, smudging and staining your lips in the process. Eventually, her tongue slipped into your mouth and pressed to yours; your breath hitched in your throat. You took in a deep breath once Kiku pulled away, raising your eyebrows lightly. “Well, if that was a tiny little kiss…”

Kiku couldn’t help but giggle a little, covering her mouth with her hand for a moment. “I can’t help it when my man kisses me so well,” she whispered as if it were some sort of secret, then leaned in, pressing her lips to yours again.

You hummed softly into the kiss, cupping Kiku’s cheek gently with your free hand. This time, you were the one to deepen the kiss, letting your tongue glide along hers as you pulled her closer by an arm around her waist. She would eventually groan softly, but was mostly quiet until your teeth started tugging on her bottom lip—it drew a gasp from her, followed by a whimper.

“My dear,” she whispered against your lips.

“Mmm?” You smiled softly, gently caressing her jaw. “What’s it, sweetheart?”

“Please?” She whispered, blinking a couple of times as she pulled away just a little bit, enough to look at you properly. “Can I have you?”

With a smile, you nodded and kissed her gently again. “Of course,” you whispered, “can you remove your clothes for me?” Your thumb ran along her jaw while you observed her for a moment longer before letting go.

Kiku let her tongue peek between her lips, wetting them as she started undoing her obi, tilting her head lightly in that loving way when looking at you. Your heart fluttered a little, but you refrained from getting lost in her for now, instead standing up to go grab what you needed. You dropped it on the futon and started getting undressed as well.

A soft sigh escaped Kiku’s lips as she sat there, quietly observing you with the most adorable gaze in the world. It made you flush a little, but you smiled in response. She did a good job of sitting with her hands on her thighs, watching you get the strap ready. Once you were done, though, her eyes widened, and a red tone took over her cheeks as she looked away, as if you’d not been in a situation like that many times already.

“You can lay down.” You smiled, observing Kiku lay back and rest her head against the pillows as she looked at you, still blushing. She adjusted her legs to let you kneel down between them and sit down, pulling her thighs over your own.

Kiku’s pale skin gained a yellowish tone because of the warm light of the room that bathed her dimly. She was so beautiful, still with that shy air that sent her eyes averting away from yours whenever your gazes met. A tiny gasp escaped her lips when your hands met her skin, caressing from under her breasts to her waist, feeling her skin rise in shivers under your palms. The way your thumbs approached her hips, though, made her cock twitch against her lower stomach—it was already fully hard, flushed, falling back heavily against her.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whispered, pressing a kiss to her abdomen.

“Hm…” Kiku held the sides of your head, gently letting her fingers run through your hair in a gentle motion. “Thanks, my dear.”

A smile tugged on your lips as you got up, letting her hands leave your head, and you grabbed the bottle of lube you’d left aside earlier. Kiku’s eyes followed your motions; you covered your fingers with a decent amount of lube before you could press them to her entrance. She gasped, softly, wrapping around the blankets. Her knuckles went white once your finger started to push in, and she closed her eyes, biting her lip; your free hand rested on a thigh to ease her, rubbing up and down the warm flesh.

She was tight around you, though taking your finger in with less resistance than you’d expected, so it didn’t take long for you to add a second one. A moan spilled from Kiku’s lips as they went in deeper, and you made sure to curl your fingers up against her sweet spot while slowly pulling out. More moans came from her with the way your fingers kept moving, lubing her up and stretching her nicely at the same time they gave her pleasure.

All of that had an effect on you as well. Just touching and observing Kiku had the arousal growing between your legs. As much as you cogitated also using a vibrator or something else for yourself whilst handling your lover, you decided to focus only on her for now.

“Mmph, good,” Kiku breathed at the third finger’s intrusion. Her back arched when your fingers curled, pressing right at her prostate. It sent sparkles running down her spine, ones that made her cock throb and start spilling pre-cum. You knew how to touch her so well, already having her toes curling just by fingering her, not even touching her cock. “I—I think it’s enough,” she whispered with a soft groan, squirming and clenching around your fingers.

“You’re doing well, sweetheart. Such a good girl,” you said softly, pulling your fingers out and proceeding to lube up the dildo of the strap-on instead. You took your time at the task, sometimes glancing at Kiku to see her taking deep breaths.

When Kiku opened her eyes again, you held her gaze, observing her back until she finally gave you a faint nod.

You knelt up lightly, just to adjust your position and lean over her, letting an elbow sink into the futon by her side while your free hand held on to the base of your cock to guide it into her—she gasped at the new feeling, holding still, resting her hands on your shoulders. Her grip was firm, sometimes getting tighter according to how louder her sounds were. Once it was all in, she held on for a moment until she relaxed again, letting her arms wrap around your shoulders instead.

“Good,” Kiku whispered, wrapping a leg around your waist.

“Okay,” you mumbled. Your other elbow rested by her other side so that you could set a good point of balance, slowly starting to move your hips. Kiku’s moans were quieter this time, shy, keeping like that even after your hips picked up a rhythm. “Let me hear you,” you whispered against her shoulder and kissed the skin gently.

Kiku bit her lip, furrowing her eyebrows as she felt your cock sink deeper inside her, also gaining intensity through time. It took her a moment, but she finally let her moans spill freely from her lips, filling the room along with your labored breathing and the sound of skin against skin.

“Please,” Kiku moaned. Her leg wrapped tighter around you, and you gave in to her wishes. She arched her back, thighs quivering with the way you managed to hit right into her good spots while you fucked her, just like always. It made her breath falter and her toes curl as her nails sank into your back, sometimes losing grip due to the sweat, which resulted in scratches along your skin. The pain only added up to the arousal that accumulated between your legs, though you focused on making her feel good, just as she deserved.

Kiku arched her back once you pressed closer—her cock was pressed between the both of you, receiving friction as well, adding up to all the pleasure she already felt. She whined, breathlessly, trying to warn you about how close she was, but it didn’t do anything; her words fell incoherent between her moans.

Apparently, you found that angle again. Kiku held on to you tighter, and your name came from her in a long, broken moan that made you throb in need.

“Oh, love,” you whispered, groaning at the intense motions, aching in need.

You pushed the thoughts away, letting your weight only on one of your arms to wrap your now free hand around her cock. It was hot, pulsating in your hand as you kept fucking her, and also soaking with the pre-cum. Just the fact you were holding her made her squirm more, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that she was coming the moment you started jerking her off properly, your hand tight and fast around her.

“O—Ohhhh,” Kiku whimpered, holding you closer as her orgasm hit her, making her mind blank for a moment. She threw her head back against the pillow, breath caught in her throat for the time it took her to get through her orgasm, while you kept touching her so nicely, making sure not to drive her into overstimulation.

Kiku eventually relaxed against the futon, still shuddering a little, but going further would be too much. Her chest heaved up and down in an attempt to catch her breath, constant aside from when you pulled your cock out and stopped touching her—it made her whimper softly.

“My dear,” she whispered, opening an eye to see you licking your hand clean from her cum; just the sight made her breath stop for a second. “Let me help you.”