2p Hetalia One Shots

Talk Dirty (2p Japan)

Talk Dirty - Jason Derulo

Author's note: Before I let you read this crack, I just wanted to say someone requested this bull! Don't hurt me!


Jason
Jason Derulo
Get jazzy on it

Kuro
Kuro Honda
Is definitely getting jazzy on it~

I'm that flight that you get on, international
First class seat on my lap girl, riding comfortable

'Cause I know what the girl them need,
New York to Haiti
I got lipstick stamps on my passport,
You make it hard to leave

At the moment, Kuro was grinding up against a certain girl at a club. He had left the other members of the Axis at their base to go out and party. He needed to escape work sometimes, you know.
He was having the time of his life! The girl he was dancing with was incredibly sexy, and knew just how to move her hips. Damn, she was a sight to see.

It was pretty obvious that the both of you were intoxicated, but at the moment, nothing mattered. All that went through their minds was to fucking party!

Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Get jazzy on it

"She's hot, and I'm extremely hot. Maybe I should say something...We have been dancing with each other for a while...Oh, fuck it, here I go," Kuro conversed with himself in his head.

"You have a nice ass," he slurred.

"Thanks, you're not so bad yourself," she yelled back at him so he could hear her over the loud music.

A smirk grew on Kuro's lips as he went to grab his target. Before he could, a hand slapped his away. At the sudden movement, a frown replaced Kuro's smirk.
"You gotta buy me a drink first before any shit can go down," she slyly said.
The smirk once again grew on his face as he led the girl to the bar.

You know the words to my songs
No habla inglés
Our conversations ain't long
But you know what is

One drink turned to two. Two drinks turned to three, and so the drinks went on.
As you set the latest shot glass on the bar counter, you looked over at the Japanese man you've been dancing and drinking with.
He was pretty sexy. The only problem you had with him was that you didn't have his name.

"H-hey", you slurred out.
"I never g-got y-your name."
"It's Honda. Kuro Honda. You?"
"(L/N). (Y/N) (L/N), James Bond," you responded back before releasing a giggle.

A smirk grew on his face as he leaned in closer to you.

"Not sure if you knew this, but you're incredibly sexy, so am I. We would have very sexy babies."

You burst out laughing, him joining along.

I know what the girl them want,
London to Taiwan
I got lipstick stamps on my passport
I think I need a new one

After your laughing fit you slapped his cheek with your lips. You were drunk, what can you say.

"Not sure if you know this, but my lipstick is stained on your cheek," you joked.

He looked at you confusingly.
You leaned in wiped the lipstick off his face. Before you could pull back, Kuro grabbed your waist and pulled you into a kiss.

Been around the world, don't speak the language
But your booty don't need explaining
All I really need to understand is
When you talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me
Talk dirty to me

As he pulled away from the deep kiss, a smirk resided on his face once again.

"Nice choice of color, but I think it looks better on me," he joked before striking a pose.

You laughed at his antics. Sadly, he was right. Your lipstick looked better on his lips.

"I think you need a darker shade, though," you told him before pulling him back into a kiss.
The two of you made out at the bar counter before some stupid high school jerk shouted "PDA," and made you two separate.