Hetalia x Male!Reader

Prussia x Male!Reader: Part 2

As you got in, Prussia wasted no time in dropping you onto the couch and flopping down beside you. He sat close- your shoulders and knees were touching, and you felt hairs stand up on your neck as he breathed out onto your exposed skin.

"So, uh, _____..." Gilbert said, leaning in towards you so subtly you almost didn't notice. "How far are you comfortable vizh going?"

You watched as he undid the top buttons of the shirt he was wearing, catching a glimpse of his muscular chest underneath. "I..." You trailed off. The look in Gil's eyes was turning you on, and you wanted to say something flirty like 'As far as you want, babe'. But as much as you tried, you couldn't get the words out.

"...As f-far as you want to go, G-Gilbert," you said finally, your fingertips ghosting around his inner thigh.

"You sure?" Gilbert raised an eyebrow, moving to straddle you and starting to tug on the shirt you were wearing.

You nodded, and pulled off shirt, letting it drop to the floor.

Gilbert looked down at you, with a smile on his face. He took in everything he could see, tracing the definitions of your muscles with a finger.

Your shyness got the better of you again and you looked away, screwing your eyes shut and feeling your whole body heat up under his touch. Gilbert snickered, leaning towards you to kiss your cheek.

"Look at me, _____."

You did so, face as red as his eyes. Gilbert's shirt was nowhere to be seen as he moved down to kiss you. He pushed his lips against yours, massaging gently.

You cursed internally. Gilbert was holding back, you could tell. It felt a little slutty wanting more than what he was giving you, since this was only your second ever kiss, but hey, Gilbert didn't know how many kisses you'd had before his, and you were already shirtless. You licked Gil's bottom lip, shyly asking for entrance to his mouth.

As the white-haired boy's mouth opened, you sat up slightly and let your tongue inside, licking around the roof of his mouth. Just as you had expected, Gilbert pushed you down with his weight and gained dominance of the kiss back. His tongue slid into your mouth, leaving you desperately trying to open up wider and wider.

You wanted it to last forever, but you couldn't go any longer without air. You broke away, panting hard, as Gilbert smirked at you, a glint full of lust in his eyes.

"D-don't hold back on me," You said between breaths. "I can take whatever you've g-got-"

"Oh, really?" Gilbert interrupted you. "Mm... Let's see if you can hold up to zhat claim..."

He took your wrists in one hand and held them above your head, leaning down kiss your neck. His free hand slid to your bare chest, tracing around your nipples as he started to bite harder and harder on your neck.

"Ah-" You moaned, arching your back, trying to expose more of your skin. Gilbert took this opportunity to lick the several red marks he'd left littered across your neck. The feel of his tongue across the sensitive skin made you moan louder, writhing and wanting to buck your hips against his.

"I see you're into licking..." Gilbert smirked. He trailed more hickeys lower and lower, making sure to lick every place possible.

Gilbert finally reached your stomach, stopping as he reached the waistband of your jeans. He slipped his hand to the button, looking at you for conformation, before undoing it and starting to pull the tight fabric off your legs.

"H-hey," You stopped him, sitting up.

Gilbert's face dropped. "You vant to stop?"

"No." You said shortly. "But if we keep going like this, I feel like I'm going to end up coming all over your sofa..."

"Damn. You're right. Let's go to my room."

Just then- the sound of a door unlocking.

"Gilbert, I'm home," A strong, deep voice called.

"Fuck. Ludvig." Gilbert hissed. "Oh scheiße, what do we do-"

Too late. Ludwig had walked in.

He took in the sight- two shirtless boys, one with his jeans around his ankles, and the other his younger brother Gilbert.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then Gilbert sprung to his feet.

"Ah! Bruder! Vhat're you doing home so early! Hahahaha..."

"Don't act innocent!" The blonde boy yelled. "Vhat zhe hell are you doing vizh zhis kid on my couch?!"

"He's not a kid! Ve're bozh of consenting age!"

"I don't care. I vant him out of zhe house- I knew I couldn't trust you to be home alone."

"Oh come on Ludvig! Ve just kissed a little!"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow and glared at you both, eyeing the jeans around your ankles. You coughed and pulled them up quickly, grabbing your shirt off the floor.

"_____, don't listen to him," Gilbert cried, turning to you as tears started to form in your eyes. "Oh, fuck, don't cry, _____," He said, cradling you in a hug as a sob escaped you.

"You'd better valk him home. Be back in fifteen minutes." With that, Ludwig turned and left the room.

"Fuck zhat guy," Gilbert sniffed. He cuddled you closer, kissing the tears running down your cheeks away. "I'm sorry, _____."

"I-I'm so embarrased..." You whispered, hanging your head.

"Like I said, fuck him. My stupid bruder isn't vorth your tears. Please don't be sad, _____. I know ve just got together, but I really zhink you're special. He'll come around."

You clung onto him, burying your face in his chest. "I'm sorry. I got you in trouble."

"Don't vorry, okay? Ludvig's just a huge stick in zhe ass. Ve'd better get going."

Hearing that made you feel better. The two of you put your shirts on and left the house.

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"Hey. _____. Let's hold hands." Gilbert said, snickering as his hand slid down your arm. It felt awfully sexual to you. You smirked back at him, leaning against him and fake-moaning loudly.

"Oh, ja, you keep on like zhat and you'll be on your back all over again~"

You both laughed. "I wish I could have stayed with you longer." You sighed as you approached your house.

"So do I. But it vas my fault - I should have been more careful, or come up vizh a back up plan or something."

"What? Come on. You couldn't have known he was coming home."

"But I couldn't protect my _____. I von't let it happen again."

"Okay." You replied, squeezing his arm. "Um, is your brother homophobic?" You asked.

"Vhat? No. He's gay as hell. He's just overprotective and vants to keep me innocent. Probably zhinks ve vere smoking pot or somezhing."

"Do I look like the kind of guy who does drugs?" You asked in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmm... Just looking at you, I vouldn't put it past you." He grinned.

"I hope you're kidding." You laughed again.

"Of course I'm fucking kidding! You're like, zhe cutest little guy ever." Gilbert leaned down and booped your nose with his.

"This is my house." You said, stopping just before the door.

"Okay. It's a bit soon to say I love you, but you're special, _____." He leaned down and kissed you on the lips, tangling his hand in your hair for a few moments and smiling down at you with a look of serenity in his eyes. "I'll miss you."

And with that, he turned and jogged off in the direction he came.

A/N: Sorry for the Germany cockblock. It just came out that way.