Manpower [Russia x Reader Fluff]

A Promised Lemon

PLEASE READ: This is my first lemon, so sorry if it sucks. I did this for you guys cause I promised a lemon in the beginning of the fanfic. So here you go...

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I stared at Russia as his lips parted from mine. My eyes had widened, realizing what he meant exactly. Love... the word echoed in my mind. He loves me... I couldn't love him back. It would change things. Think about it: Russia and Technology together. What's the result?

Russia stared into my eyes, his amethyst irises full of hope and desire, and still sadness and fear. He held my face in his hands, his nose practically touching mine.

"_______, I love you so much... I cannot lose you," he murmured.

"I..." what should I have told him? That I love him too? That I shouldn't love him? I may be wise, but I am still a nineteen year old girl whose v-card was still kept firmly in my hand. At that moment, my heart took over my head, and I gave in to those purple eyes. "I love you too," I whispered, seemingly unknowing what I had just said.

Russia didn't look convinced. "Prove it to me," he said, removing his hands from my face to intertwine his right set of fingers with my left ones.

"How...?" I asked.

"Kiss me," was all he said.

So I kissed him. I pressed my lips against his like I had done hundreds of times, but this time, the gesture held a different meaning to it. Russia kissed me back, his right hand tightening its grasp on mine. Our lips worked against each other, Russia pushing against mine, obviously wanting more. He broke the kiss suddenly so he could breathe a single word upon my lips.

"Harder..."

With that, I shoved my tongue into his mouth, meeting his own pink muscle. Our tongues twisted and knotted together, desperate to become the dominant one. I found myself suddenly lost for breath, my body now on auto-pilot. I allowed my hands to release themselves from Russia's so they could slide up his chest and wrap around his neck, clasping together behind it. At this, Russia broke the kiss, and I could feel his heated breath slide across my cheek as he moved his lips to my ear. Gently, he tugged on my ear lobe with his teeth, slowly rolling the tender skin around between them. As he did this, his hands slid from my lap, up to my sides, and up my pajama shirt. His cold hands slid against my back, climbing upwards to my shoulder blades.

I love him... I love him so much, my mind raced with thoughts of Russia, but at the same time, my mind was blank. I couldn't think, but when I did think, it was of the man whose hands were sliding under my shirt, pushing me against his chest. My fingers began to crawl up the back of his neck, threading themselves into his shaggy mop of silver hair. His wavy locks were so soft and ever so thick, I swore I had never felt anything like them.  

Russia's lips moved from my ear to my neck and jaw line. He left butterfly-like kisses on my skin while his fingers, still pressed against my upper back, stroked my shoulder blades gently. His lips trailed down my neck, moving from my ear down to my collarbone ever so slowly. He didn't even bother to try to find my sweet spot. I could tell he wanted this to go quickly, even if he was moving slowly.

"Pochemu vy sderzvidaya sebya?" I asked him. (Why do you restrain yourself)

"Vy nikogda ne delali etogo ran'she," he whispered against my skin. He raised his head and kissed my lips gently. "Ya khochu byt' nezhnym s vami," he breathed. (You have never done this before, I want to be gentle with you)