Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Norway x Reader: Bored (LIME)

You were bored. Absolutely bored out of your mind. Flipping through the channels, you kept on thinking about things to do to kill your boredom.

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head.

"I know!" You exclaimed, turning off the television. "I'll go visit Lukas!"

Jumping off the sofa and dashing into your room, you put on some jeans and a hoodie. You slid on a pair of shoes before running out of the house.

The Nordic mansion wasn't that far away from your house. You rung the doorbell, only to be greeted by Mathias.

"Hey (y/n)! What's up?" The Dane welcomed you inside, closing the door behind him.

"I wanted to visit Lukas today." You mumbled, a blush rising onto your cheeks.

"He's up in his room right now." Mathias gave you a little wink and a thumbs up.

"Okay." You climbed up the stairs. Arriving at the Norwegian's bedroom door, you gave it a small little knock. There were odd sounds, resembling moans.

For some reason, the door was unlocked. You opened the door just enough to get a little peek.

The sight in front of you was astounding. Lukas Bondevik was completely naked. He had a hand wrapped around his member, stroking it. His mouth was open, every sound emerging from him was hitched and breathy.

"Oh gud! Fy faen!" Lukas stroked even faster. "Y-You're s-so fucking a-ah-"

Who was he masturbating to? You continued to watch, because you were perverted and curious.

"P-Please (y/n)!" You slapped a hand to your mouth, (e/c) orbs wide as saucers. "F-Faster!" Lukas jerked even faster, almost at an inhuman speed.

"Du er så tett, min elske- faen!" Lukas screamed out, tears leaking out of his closed eyes. Your eyebrows rose, a tomato-red blush growing on your cheeks.

"I-I'm g-going to c-cum!" The Norwegian came onto his stomach, his body squirming with every spurt. After he finished, Lukas panted and breathed out one last moan.

"Jeg elsker deg, elskling. He puckered his lips and gave the air a kiss. "I love you (y/n)."

You closed the door quietly, whilst keeping your hand on your mouth. Shaking your head in disbelief, you didn't notice Mathias standing in the hallway.

"Liked the show?" He smirked, flashing another thumbs-up. You walked up to him and punched him in the stomach.

"OW!"

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You had decided to stay over. The next morning, you were sitting at the coffee table; munching on cinnamon buns and coffee. You were the only one in the kitchen, until you heard footsteps. No one was home, except Lukas.

Ducking under the table, you saw Lukas. His nude body was wrapped in a dark-blue blanket. His hair was disheveled, the cross-clip barely hanging from his blonde hair. The blush came back to your cheeks. He poured himself a cup of coffee, placing it on the counter before grabbing his sweet bun. The blanket slipped and revealed his nudity for two seconds until he grabbed it. Thankfully, you were the only one that caught him.

Lukas quickly exited the kitchen and dashed upstairs to his room with his breakfast. You got out of your hiding spot, a dazed look spread across your face.

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Lukas was sitting on the couch, with clothes on. He hid himself behind a newspaper, staring at the articles. You walked into the room, hoping that the Norwegian would notice your presence.

"Hei (y/n)." Lukas stared at you with his midnight-blue irises. His voice sounded normal, quite different from the man you heard last night.

"H-Hi." You couldn't help but stutter. You sat next to him, a blush spread on your cheeks as you recalled last night's memories.

Lukas put the paper down and crossed his legs, turning his body towards you.

"Hva skjer?"

"Nothing." You shook your head rapidly, hoping that you would get away with that.

"You're a terrible liar." Damn him! Damn him and his smartness!

"Ummm, well..." You spoke softly, almost stuttering.

"Ja?"

"I w-was here last n-night." A stutter came out of your lips.

"Okay?" A shade of very light pink was on his cheeks. It was almost non-existent.

"I-I s-saw everything." This made Lukas turn into a tomato. He sputtered random noises and buried his head into his hands in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry." You turned away from the man, hiding your face as well.

Suddenly, your face was turned in his direction. A pair of lips met yours, starting a passionate kiss. Lukas pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"D-Do you wanna d-do it?" Lukas muttered out, the blush still present.

You smiled at him as you got off of the couch, dragging him to his bedroom.

"Yeah."

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Translations:

Fy faen: Damn!

Du er så tett: You are so tight!

Hva skjer: What's up?

If my translations are incorrect, please let me know. I tried to do this by memory.

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Oooh! Pervy Lukas. :3

I made a promise that I would post some gender-neutral shit, so here! I also posted a gender-neutral fic with Denmark as well.

Lukas does not belong to me. Those cinnamon buns belong to Sweden.

Enjoy!