Hetalia One-Shots (Seme!Male!Reader)

Uke!France x Seme!Butler!Male!Reader (Lemon)

This one was requested from @MikaylaHoying56 ! I hope it is to your liking ;D

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France moaned when the tall man in front of him started to kiss along his jaw.

(M/n) hummed in appreciation and France felt him smirking against his neck which he peppered with small nips and gentle sucking.

"No hickeys, Chéri." His voice quivered a little , but who could hold that against him?

He finally succeeded to tempt the stoic butler of his dear British friend into his bed, or rather his bedroom wall where he was trapped against.

"I'll mark you as much as I want to, my little bird. You're mine now.", stated the normally less talk active man. France had to chuckle at (M/n)'s enthusiasm. "Only yours. But Britain must never 'ear of this, 'e'll be so jealous and I don't want to 'ear 'is complaining when we make out."

"Oh, I really don't care about him right now. Just let me between your legs and I'll please you so much that you wont care as well." France laughed freely at those words.

"You're promising so much, I hope you'll live up to your words." (M/n) shot him a securing smile and looked up at him before his head shot forward and he sucked viciously at the Frenchman's nipple. France head smacked against his wall and his knees became weak. He felt (M/n)'s hot tongue drawing circles around the small tip of his nipple. He felt like the air got sucked put of his lungs and he arched into his lovers hand that pinned his hips against the wall.

"Please! I- I want more-", his sentence slipped into a deep moan when he felt (M/n)'s other hand wander down and cover his clothed crotch. His hips stuttered forward into the other man's warm touch and France had to take a few deep breaths before he could continue to focus on his new lover's gentle yet controlling touches.

"I love how sensitive you are. As if you haven't slept with nearly every available country on this world."

Those degrading and kind of humiliating words caused metaphorical lightnings to shoot through his whole system, and France's fingers cramped in (M/n)'s hair.

"D-don't say such things." If (M/n) had even heard his incomprehensible babbling he didn't show. The only way in which he reacted was, to strip down France's trousers. The blond shivered a bit when his legs were exposed to the cool temperature of his bedroom. (M/n)'s huge, warm hands stroked them up and down before he shot forward to mouth along the Frenchman's still covered erection. The brief boxer's material was already moist with France's pre-come, and now (M/n)'s spit too.

"Get that- get that off of me!" France's hips began to shift even more, and the heat of (M/n)'s mouth left his crotch and his persisting sucking created a nice hickey on the right hand side of the Frenchman's pelvis while (M/n) disposed of the partly wet brief boxers. France expected the (h/c) butler to stand up and fuck him against the wall already, but instead of doing that, he stayed on his knees between France's legs, but began to push them apart.

"What are you doing?", France was well aware that his voice was reduced to a mere whisper of air, but he didn't understand (M/n)'s movements. Just now he started to raise one of the Frenchman's legs on his shoulder and looked up at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes as if he was something really precious.

"The other as well." (M/n)'s voice was demanding, and when France obeyed his wish he started to stand up again.

France was now panting, pressed high against his bedroom wall with his hands linked into soft (h/c) locks. He could observe his whole room, but his eyes lost sight of everything around him when (M/n)'s mouth closed around his nearly red dick that gave a hard twitch.

"O-oh, Chéri!" The position was new and exciting, something France hadn't done before, and that meant something. His moaning got a lot more desperate when (M/n)'s hot tongue flicked over every blood filled vein on his dick and the sucking and pressure added to the sensation of basically sitting on (M/n)'s shoulders pushed France over the edge and into a pleasure filled head-space he didn't know excited until right now. He let out a whimpering groan before he lost balance since small dots of black appeared in front of his eyes.

The next time he became aware of his surroundings he felt the familiar bed covers under his still heated skin and fingertips brushing over his face and slightly Scratching the facial hair on his chin.

"Désolé, Chéri. I just passed out on you.", France laughed weakly and took hold of (M/n)'s hand, which he pulled up to kiss the palm.

"This was for you, my little bird. I told you I would pleasure you." Arms closed around France and he took a breath to memorize (M/n)'s and his sweaty scent mixed together.

"You certainly did zhat!" Both of them stared at the ceiling only to turn back to each other and start another round.

Green eyes looked from the man in the butler uniform to the Frenchman in his blue cape that looked as if a toddler had just pooped on it. Normally both wouldn't look any different, and on the outside had, indeed, nothing changed at all. But England felt that there was something up with the both of them. His hand slicked his blond hair back and he adjusted his light blue suit. Currently he hid his face behind an old news paper where he had cut two holes in to observe them better. He sat in the darkest corner of the bistro where he had found his butler with France.

"I would love to do zhat, Chéri!" Francypant's voice nearly squealed and England's thick eyebrows twitched in annoyance. He always thought that (M/n) liked the Frenchman as much as England himself did.

Not at all.

But apparently he was wrong about that, because they held hands under the table and talked about stupid couple activities that didn't sound fun at all.

Of course not.

Why would England want to spend a whole day with (M/n) on the couch, eating horrid fast food and watching stupid American movies together? That didn't sound good at all.

Yes, he heard his own thoughts very clear, and he was aware how pathetic his crush on his own butler was, when (M/n) obviously already found someone else to date.

England was so deep in thought that he didn't notice that France and (M/n) had moved from their table to stand right in front of him, both with devious smirks on their faces. Their little fingers were linked together like some girls did in High School.

"Oh Britain~"