Hetalia oneshots!

Russia X Canada

*Florist/Tattooist AU that I saw on tumblr*

*Smut again*

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Matthew stared out the shop window and sighed, wishing that the daytime were more busy. He had worked at the tattooist and piercer for around about a year now, and wished he had applied for another shop.

The street it was situated on had not one, not two, but FIVE bars, which only meant that night time was extremely busy.

He looked around the shop and frowned, realising the flowers in the vases that scattered the shop were, unfortunately, dying.

"Hey, I think I'm going to go next door and buy some more flowers, these ones are half dead!" He yelled as he picked up his wallet "Could someone get rid of these really quickly? Thanks!" he rushed out before his brother could protest and walked into the florist next door.

His heart pounded when he say the large, muscular and handsome man that he had defiantly had some variation of a crush on for a year. Ivan.

He looked up and he immediately glared at him; a look of either disgust or hatred (possibly both) on his face. "Alfred, I thought told you never to ever come in to my shop again" he growled as he stood up and advanced, the poor Canadian shaking violently.

"I-I'm not A-Alfred!" He said quickly as he took a step backwards "I-I'm his b-brother! M-M-Matthew!" he couldn't stop stuttering as he looked up at the man, pure fear rushing throughout him.

The Russian stopped and looked down at him, the atmosphere immediately changing and him saying happily "Oh, Matthew! I have not talked to you in a while! I am being very sorry for mistaking you again! What would you like?" Matthew's shaking ceased, relieved that he remembered him.

"Well, the shops flowers are dying, so I though I might come over here and buy some more!" He explains happily as he looks around at the flowers "What would you recommend?"

He thinks for a moment, then offers "I have more in the back, would you like to see them?" To which the Canadian agreed.

He was lead into the back, but he felt the mood go sour once he heard the door lock. "You know, Matvey" Ivan says, walking up to him "Although you and your brother look alike, I can not help but notice how much cuter you are then him. Especially up close" He says as he leans forward, Matthew leaning on a table and realising when the others hands press down on the table behind him that he is trapped "It has honestly been so hard to hold back, until now at least" he says, leaning forward so much that they were only mere centimetres apart.

He looks until his eyes for a moment, then smirks and says "I wonder how Alfred would feel if he found out I took his little brother in the back of my own shop, right in the middle of the day?" he kisses the Canadian and whispers lustfully "Should we find out?"

Matthew, who had stayed quiet the whole time, was not sure whether he was excited or scared. On one hand, he was scared of the Russians blunt and sudden approach, but on the other hand he felt a guilty hotness about it.

"Well?" The Russian asked, not wanting to doing these kind of this without consent "Do you give me permission?" Matthew's heart skipped a beat, he was even asking for consent! This had to be his perfect man "Please be careful" he whispers back "I-I'm a virgin..."

He waits no longer and pushes the other down on the table, quickly clearing the things on it. He immediately went to attacking the others neck; kissing, sucking and biting it.

"Ivan~" he moaned out, fingers tangled in the Russians hair. Although he was largely inexperienced with... well... anything sexual, he remembered that the last person he dated had made him discover how weak neck kisses got him. He focused back on his partner who, rather roughly, was undressing the man underneath him and starting to travel down ever so slowly.

He stopped at his chest and harshly pulled one nipple with his teeth, making the man gasp. He, much to Matthews pleasure, continued his sweet torture to the others nipples, using his hand to mimic as best he could the actions on the neglected.

Matthew ran his hands up and down Ivan's back, soon helping him rid of his own jacket and shirt, sitting up to admire his topless figure, running his hands along the lines his muscles made. His arms wrapped around his neck at the same time as Ivan's wrapped around his waist, pulling them both in for a kiss.

Ivan's tongue glided along Matthew's bottom lip, asking for entrance which was immediately given to him. Although Matthew tried to put up a fight over dominance, Ivan easily won. They explored each others mouths, Matthew moaning and gasping at Ivan's cheeky hands.

His belt buckle was soon lost, then his pants and finally his boxers, leaving him almost naked aside from his footwear (Which he quickly kicked off) and he started to do the same to the man in front if him, gasping at the size of his already fully-erect member as he jumps from his boxers.

Ivan doesn't even bother with taking off his clothes completely, leaving them half pulled down as he picks Matthew up and bends him over the table, lying chest down on the hard, cold wood. Ivan disappears for a moment, only to reappear with a bottle of lube from a nearby drawer.

"Are you sure?" He asks, to which Matthew responds by sticking his ass out more to the Russian, want him to get started. Covering three of his fingers with a generous amount of lube, he slowly pushes one in and moves it around, searching for a spot he knew had been found when the smaller of the two moaned louder then before.

He pushed in the second finger and, after a minute of stretching the third and final one. He continued fingering the other until he started to beg for him, smirking at the Canadians pleads for him.

He coats his member with lube and positions it at his entrance, then says "Are you ready? This is going to hurt, but it will make you feel better soon" the Canadian nods and Ivan hands him his scarf to bite on, which he does.

He slowly pushes into him, Matthew tearing up and whimpering. He holds one of his hands and continues, stopping once he was fully in. It took the smaller around two whole minutes, but he finally said "Y-you can move" to which the man obliges, slowly pulling out almost fully only to push back in.

He picks up the pace, Matthew's pain turning to an unexplainable pleasure, and eventually he has the smaller moaning out his name almost constantly. He feels a foreign burning in his stomach and says "God Matvey, you are so tight! I am going to cum I think!" To which Mattie replies
"I-I think I am too!"
"Cum with me, Matvey!" He says as he continues to thrust, making sure to hit the smaller's prostate as he finishes inside of him at the same time Matthew comes.

After a moment of recovery, Ivan pulls out and says "That was the best fuck I have ever had!" As he picks up his clothes and redresses.

Matthew, still panting, reaches over to a box of tissues and cleans himself up, then also gets dressed. "I-Ivan" he says shyly as he looks at the man before him
"Yes?"
"Well... I just want you to know that I really really like you, and that I-" his confession was cut of by a pair of lips being pushed against his passionately.

"I know that" he says once he pulls away "We should date, da?" Matthew smiles happily and says
"Yeah, but Ivan.... I still need those flowers"

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So this was my first really planned out Oneshot, I wrote the Spamano and the Giripan which were really just ones that I thought of really quickly and wrote, but I've been writing this one in my notes for a couple of days now, and I'm fairly happy with the end result!

-Jett🐙