Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

M!Reader x Oliver: Massage (Lime)

You hummed as you walked out of the steamy bathroom, a towel wrapped around your waist. You ran a hand through your hair, brushing out dome more water ad you walked over to the closet.

You were supposed to be home alone much to your dismay. You hated it when Oliver had to work late. It meant that not only did you have to go to bed by yourself but also you had to make dinner. It's not that you didn't know how to didn't like to cook, it was more or rather that you absolutely loved Oliver's cooking more.

Usually you would skip dinner when Oliver was gone though he extremely opposed it. Hopefully he wouldn't find out his time.

You opened the closet door and began the search for some sweat pants. They were nearly impossible to find since Oliver usually took them and never gave them back. But it was cute when he wore them, the fabric barely staying up as he bounced around the house.

You grunted as he bent down, moving around piles of Oliver clothes. Most of the clothes though were his outfits he likes to wear when you two played. You tried to keep the dirty thoughts at bay.

You smiled a little when you found some loose shorts. It wasn't what you wanted, but it was something. Letting your towel drop, you kicked it aside before sliding in your shorts. You were too busy adjusting yourself and making yourself comfortable, you became oblivious. Leaving yourself vulnerable.

You were suddenly jumped on from behind, arms wrapping tightly around you. You let out a small noise of surprise, grabbing onto whatever you could to steady yourself. Once you were stable, you looked at the arms around you, seeing delicate pale skin that was smudged with freckles. Once you saw the coffee colored like splotches, you knew who it was.

"Hey baby." You hummed, turning around to have Oliver smush his face in your chest. You felt him mumble something against your chest, tightening his grip. You chuckled, reaching up to gently play with his hair. You could tell he was smiling, nuzzling your built chest.

"You're home early." You said when he finally pulled away, moving to sit on the bed. Oliver nodded, yawning and rubbing his eyes a little. Oliver went into the closet, searching for his pajamas.

"Yeah. I got stuck with restocking inventory at the bakery. Thankfully I was able to get Allen and Matt to do it. I hope they didn't kill each other. They were at each others neck all day, fighting over everything they could..."  Oliver said, stripping down to his 'knickers' as he called them.

You couldn't help but watch the other strip, wriggling his hips which resulted in his bum jiggling. You grinned at the sight before it widened, seeing exactly what Oliver was wearing.

He had on the pair lacy, hot pink panties that hugged his feminine hips. You could see his bum through the fabric that hid very little. Especially when he bent down to retrieve his pajamas bottoms.

The panties were a present you had bought him a few weeks ago for his twenty-first birthday party. And by party, it was just you, Oliver and a night full of passion, love, and lust.

"Shit..." You cursed under your breath, feeling yourself start to grow hard. You bit your lip, covering it the best you could with your hands and edge of the blanket. You looked around, trying to redirect your attention anywhere but Oliver. Of course this failed.

You were staring at Oliver again, eyes following the curves of his body. You hummed to yourself when you saw that his body was still covered in your love markings. It was surprise they were still there after so long but you couldn't help but feel proud of yourself.

Oliver turned his body, slipping off his shirt before looking at you. He smiled when his eyes caught yours, making you smile as well. You chuckled, standing up. You opened your arms, Oliver instinctively moving under them and snuggling into you.