Hetalia Lemons (RECONSTRUCTED EDITION)

Germany x Reader

Kinks: Legs, feet, foot worship, femdom, submissive male, humiliation, ass eating.

The summer solstice, the longest day of the year, and the hottest. You sweltered in your tank top and shorts, wondering when it would end. Every fan in your house was turned on as high as it would go, some even oscillating. Your thermostat couldn't go any lower, otherwise it'd cause serious damage to your floorboards. It was genuinely a mess.

You plopped down on your couch, watching the news for a while. A car pulled up, a familiar Volkswagen Beetle. A slight smile tugged its way onto your face, as you always did enjoy seeing him. Despite being so stoic, he managed to make you warm in a multitude of ways. You couldn't wait.

You attempted to hide your side gaze as you watched him walk up your porch and up to your door, every step he took was making the heat rise more. It never was like that before. The warmth as was described generally functioned in an emotional and comforting manner, but now you could feel your body temperature rise. You shrugged to yourself, pushing it away, thinking of it as only the solstice taking its effect. Standing to go open the door, knowing he would knock out of habit and having good manners, you felt a fluid drip down your legs.

"Damn, I'm so sweaty.", You remarked to yourself, treading to the door, shaking your tank top out.

Your hand grabbed the knob just as you heard his knocking which had become so much more to you than just knocking. It was the start of a pleasant conversation over coffee and newspapers, the start of immaculate companionship, the start of being comfortable. All these things and all he had to do is walk in. You opened the door and smiled weakly at him. His tall figure looming in your doorframe, dripping with sweat in so many places, aching to get out of his clothing.

"Please let me stay here for a while. My air conditioner decided to be an ass and I don't feel like bothering..", He explained.

Gesturing to come in with a smile and some understanding words, he started into your home. You unconsciously bit your lip, looking at his firm and sweaty ass as he walked, his heavenly calves supporting him well, and his thighs, muscular yet absolutely thick to the point of touching each other. You had to admit, you had lusted after him for some time. Yes, you felt a genuine love for him, but of course the very idea of fucking him came into your mind. Besides, the man is beyond beautiful.

He took his shoes off and immediately afterwards his socks. He was very quick to take his tank top off, something he didn't do often, especially in front of you. Then again, he was very comfortable in front of you, just as you were with him. You were more than grateful that the comfort was mutual between you two. You questioned to yourself just how much more close to you he could get.

You didn't want to push him into anything that made him uncomfortable. It was completely against your policy to do that. Consent was key in almost everything nowadays. For you to break your own policy like that would be devastating to not only yourself but to your relationship with Ludwig. That was truly the last thing you wanted, was for him to walk out of your life altogether, as watching him leave your house struck enough pain into you.

He walked over to the couch and sat down just as heavily as you did. He tossed his head back and sighed, wiping sweat off of his forehead. You grabbed a towel from off the end table which you had previously used for the same thing, tossing it to him and watching as he wiped his face and arms. His usually slicked back hair was now a mess, strands sticking to his face as they fell forward and out of the gel he placed in. It made you more hot and bothered than you expected.