The English Are Cooks.(2P!EnglandxReader)

You wondered what was wrong with Arthur. He was acting a bit… off when you went home last night.  Yes, you weren't with him at the very moment because well… He took things rather roughly in bed last night, and you were sore in the most unimaginable places. You could barely move without it hurting. Surely, you didn't want to go out in public with so many red love bites on your skin, but that didn't seem to matter as you grabbed your keys and walked out the front door, pulling your jacket closer when a biting wind started blowing through the land.

Once managed in your car, you sat there for a moment, wondering if you should go or if you should just give him some space, if that's what he needed. Shaking your head, you told yourself; he's your boyfriend! If anything was the matter, he'd tell you! And with that, you pulled out of your drive way, towards his house.

Noticing that there were virtually no lights on in his house, you wondered if he wasn't home. But… then you remember that he rarely left the comfort of his home for anything, other than world meetings. Maybe, just maybe, he was as tired as you were from last night's doings in bed. Taking the key out of the ignition, you slipped out of the car, up his front porch. Looking at the wooden door, you leaned in, grabbed hold of the handle, before swinging it open.

Surprised by the silence of his living room, and the absence of him on the couch reading a book had you curious, as well as a little worried. You slipped into his house, dropping your bad and shoes at the front door before advancing further into the kitchen, that he rarely used, and that you absolutely loved because of how organized it was. Walking down the hallway, you took a sudden right and ran into a certain male's broad chest.

"Oh goodness," You mumbled, "I'm sorry love…"

Your sentence came to a slow close as you looked up and met a different color eye. Blue… As well as countless other colors, but mainly… light blue. Also, freckles lining his nose and the bridge of said body part… and…WHAT?! Different color hair! More light would be how to put it. What was happening…?

You stepped back cautiously, "Who are you?"

He chuckled, the sound almost sensual in your ears. "I'm Arthur, (_Y/n_)."

You stopped breathing when he said your name. You'd always thought that Arthur was incapable of saying your name in such a sultry way… This was almost like a dream. "I don't believe you."

"What's there not to believe?" He said, stepping towards you, you taking another step back. "If you love me, you'd believe me, correct?"

You looked behind him, noticing a few… stranger than fiction objects. Flour, a dirty bowl that its contents looked like cupcake or cake batter… a spoon and… Frosting covered cupcakes sitting on the counter? You turned your eyes back to his seemingly taunting ones. "Since when do you bake?"

He paused, pursing his lips in a silly smirk as he looked at the mess behind his back. Turning fully around, he grabbed one off the counter and shoved it in your face, saying, "Since I wanted to do something kind for the woman that I love."

You stared at the bright cupcake, then at the male holding. It's either… Eat the cupcake or possibly make him feel bad. What to do… what to do? You thought, before gripping the cupcake. You watched him bit his lip, the feeling of you losing total control washing over your body. Curiously, you dipped your finger into the frosting first before taking the bit of it into your mouth. Sweetness exploded onto your tongue as you managed to swallow it, before curiously nibbling on the cupcake. Intoxicating. You found yourself going in for another big bite.

"This is so good!" You grumbled mouth full of cupcake.

"I'm glad you like it." He whispered in your ear, you not noticing the fact that he was right behind you. A sudden rush of dizziness rushed through your blood as you stumbled back. "Because they're made with something special…"

He didn't say what it is, which had you only a little worried about your health. "Now…" He whispered, "Fall asleep for me."

You went black.

Unaware of the fact that Arthur, or his seemingly counterpart, was carrying you up the stairs, to his bed room. Unaware that you were being bound to his bed by ropes he had stashed away in his closet… And surely unaware of the way his sultry eyes glanced up and down your body, waiting for you to wake up from your slumber so he could have… a little fun.

You woke up to hear someone singing. "Come on, come on, come on, please, please me, oh yeah like I please you~." Your vision was blurry as the voice singing, said, "You've finally come back to me. Wonderful." You could hear him get off of what you assumed to be a chair before moving towards you, "did you know, that under laying a lot of The Beatles song is something, explicit and dirty?"

He sat down next to you as your vision came to you, and you met insane multi-colored eyes. "I listen to those songs knowing that, and I get… pleased from the experience."

"A-Arthur…" you whispered, "What's going on?"

"What's going on?" He repeated you, "Nothing, my love. Just me… Showing my undying love for you."

"W-why…" you looked about the room, "Am I tied to the bed?"

"So you won't get away much like you did last night when we did this. You left me afterwards, when I wanted you here, in my arms whilst you and I fell asleep."

You noticed something shiny in his hand. A knife? You flinched back when he brought the object to his face. "So beautiful you are when you're in fear."

He pressed the tip of the knife to the end of your shirt, before with one movement; he ripped your shirt, throwing the bits of it off the bed and onto the floor. "Even more beautiful when you're flustered, my dear." He smiled, seemingly sadistically, as he pressed a hand under the globe of your right breast. You groaned, involuntarily arching your back towards his hand.

The hand under your breast ran down your torso, so it sat snuggly above your jean button. He leaned forward, pressing his lips slightly to yours as he taunted the skin there with long, slim fingers. Lips mashing fully together, you let a squeak of surprise surpass your lips when you felt him press his tongue into your mouth. His met yours, the taste of something sweet in your mouth now that he was kissing you passionately.

He pulled away when he managed to unbutton your jeans. "Did you know," He whispered, panting slightly in your ear. Shivers were sent down your ear as he said, "you've got a body… That I want to ravish over and over…"

You pressed your body closer to his, despite being bound, as he nibbled on your neck, "You're almost as sweet as a cupcake." He pressed his lips fully to your neck as he bit down roughly, drawing only slight blood. He licked it away, which once again, sent shivers down your body. "And it's almost unbelievable that all of this started," He groped at your chest, "Because you actually liked my cupcakes."

He demanded you say no more as he roughly pressed his lips to yours again, you brain washed clean of all thoughts of stopping his rushed, sensual actions. You simply went along with it, thinking that you really didn't mind Arthurs second part, because he seemed to be even more attached and sex-addicted that normal Arthur could be.

Plus, he could actually cook. Could life get any better?