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weeaboo-trashh · 10 years

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Technology: The eternal cock-block??

Going through my documents and I found something I wrote a while ago for my bestie's birthday ( What's a birthday without plenty of literary porn, am i rite?).Don't judge me LOL. My writing is kinda sub-par but I thought i'd upload it here, ENJOY! Fandom: Hetalia Pairings: Franada ( This ship doesn't get enough love) Warnings: R-18, NSFW, Smut with some hints to further smut. Papa-kink maybe?

Matthieu sighed softly as he got up from his seat and joined the throng of nations exiting the conference room. The meeting had been both long and boring as per usual, but the North American had done his best to try to pay attention to the issues at hand. This proved difficult however due to the ever-horny French man who sat across from him making bedroom eyes for the duration of the meeting. Matthieu had done his best to look away, but those captivating blue eyes just kept drawing him back in, making his head spin.

For perhaps the first time in his life, the young nation had been glad that most other countries paid no heed to him, yet he was astonished by how they could disregard his tomato –red face the entire time. Especially when the text messages began. The first time his phone buzzed in his pocket Matthieu had innocently checked the screen, expecting a text from the Prime Minister who had mentioned contacting him in their earlier in the day. It had been the farthest thing from a few quick words from Stephen however. After nearly dropping his phone in embarrassment, the blushing boy had looked back up to France only to be greeted with a knowing smirk. Despite the buzzing in his pocket that had then persisted for the rest of the meeting, Canada ignored his phone, desperately trying to pay attention to Germany who was babbling on about the European recession.

After two gruelling hours the meeting had finally adjourned, and they were free to go. As he made his way through the building and toward the parking lot, Matthieu vaguely wondered where the Frenchman had gone to. Perhaps he had been held back by another nation…

As if right on queue he felt the man in question come up behind him and thread his arms around his waist. “Ahh, mon petit ,” his sweet voice sang, “ if only you could’ve seen how cute you looked in that room!”

“Francis, why would you do th-EEK!” France’s hands had somehow made their way down Matthieu’s body, squeezing the smooth curve of his ass firmly. He felt his face flare up like a Christmas tree once more, gulping as France’s lips played with his earlobe. “You know, “he whispered through his kisses, “I wasn’t joking in there.” Groaning in both lust and defeat Canada turned to face his lover, looking up at him from beneath his long lashes. His voice was feeble, “W-Where are you staying tonight?” France grinned and grabbed the smaller man’s hand, dragging him towards the parking lot.

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Francis pushed Matthieu against the door of his hotel room, grasping his waist firmly with one hand and threading the other through the younger nation’s golden waves. He leaned in, closing the small space between them, and finally pressing their lips together with a sense of urgency. Canada pushed him away with difficulty, “At least, w-wait until we’re inside!” “ Ah.” Apparently France had been too overcome with lust to realize that they had not in fact ENTERED the room yet. He let Canada go and grabbed his key from his pocket, fumbling with the lock.

Matthieu stood behind him, struggling to breathe normally and slow down his erratic heartbeat. He just heard the click of the opening lock as his phone began to vibrate.

“Don’t you dare pick up that phone Matthieu, no interruptions tonight!” Francis warned as he threw the door open and walked into the room. Ignoring the French man’s words, Matthieu followed him into and answered the phone. France locked the door behind them, giving Canada only a small glare as he turned back around. Next time, he had to remember to get a hold of that stupid thing before anyone could interrupt them. Being the infamous nation of love, France was not about to let a crappy electronic device get in his way. The 21st century wasn’t going to cock-block him this time, oh no, not today! He threw off his jacket, undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt in record time, all the while advancing towards an unsuspecting Canada who had already walked further into the room. “… Yes. Everything went well. Yes, I’ll be bac-“ his sentence was cut off with a small grunt as he was pushed against the wall for the second time that night. Grinning at the boy’s bewildered and embarrassed face, France sank to his knees, his fingers making quick work of the younger nation’s belt. “ I’m alright, sorry. No it’s nothing… As I was saying…”

Francis swiftly pulled Canada’s pants down to his ankles, ignoring the boy’s struggles. Licking his lips eagerly, he glanced back up to see the look of utter horror and embarrassment on Matthieu’s face as he realized what he was up to. He trailed his fingers along Canada’s pale thighs, quickly pushed up the hem of his shirt and began to drag his tongue slowly across the younger man’s muscled abdomen. He smirked against the taught skin as he heard Matthieu stutter and stumble over his words. Canada was desperately trying to end the conversation, but clearly whoever was on the other end of the line was not getting the hint. Sucking on the skin as he went, France advanced downwards, pausing to slip his tongue into the younger nation’s navel. He could hear the hitch in Matthieu’s breath as he slowly gave into the sensations of the older man’s tongue, his hips thrusting forward ever so slightly as he tried to close the distance between them. The hands which had been caressing Canada’s thighs slowly made their way upward, one falling on his hip and the other cupping the hardening bulge that had formed beneath his black boxer-briefs. Matthieu’s shallow breaths were on the verge of pants as France roughly began to palm the bulge, trailing down further still and leaving open –mouthed kisses where smooth skin met a tight elastic band. He dipped his tongue beneath the band teasingly before going farther and replacing his hand with his mouth to give the growing bulge a lick. The fabric of the underwear was rough compared to his flawless skin, but he could feel the twitch that Canada’s stirring cock gave from beneath it. He looked up once more at his lover’s flushed face. Matthieu’s eyes were half-lidded and shone with lust as he looked down upon Francis. He nuzzled his face into his crotch, his own pants feeling significantly tighter, and his heart beating fast with the thrill of his actions. Despite Canada’s weak attempts to swat him away with his free hand, the clothed swell of his erection seemed to invite France to continue his actions. Unable to control himself any longer, he hooked his fingers underneath the elastic band and pulled down the underwear, smiling as Canada’s length bounced back upwards. He wrapped his hand around it tightly, leaving no time for Matthieu to come to his senses and push him away. Giving it a squeeze, he began to work his hand slowly from its base to its tip, revelling in the way the younger nation’s muscles tightened in response. Firmly holding down Canada’s hips with his other hand, France leaned forward leaving a kiss on the head before taking the cock into his mouth. The hand that had previously been trying to swat him away suddenly buried itself in his soft blonde hair, grasping him tightly and encouraging him to slide up and down the hard length. “Alright. I’ll call you before I catch my flight then. Okay , bye,” Canada finally hung up his phone, promptly flinging it across the room before scowling down at him . His breaths were shallow and ragged as he watched the blonde man’s mouth envelope his erection, “Why would you… uhnng, F-Francis I was on the phone with my prime minister you idiot!” He grabbed the hand that was on his hip and intertwined their fingers, squeezing tightly, making no move to stop the older man’s actions. France gave a particularly hard suck, raising a high pitched mewl from Canada’s parted lips, before releasing him with a pop. His hand continued to pump furiously as he licked the underside and murmured against it, “I told you not to answer your phone.” Groaning loudly Matthieu tightened the fist that was tangled in France’s hair and the European nation took him in his mouth once more. He thrust erratically into the moist warmth, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back in ecstasy as waves of pleasure crashed over his body. His moans increased in volume as he felt a tightening in his stomach, and he began to increase the pace of his thrusts. Spurred by the salty taste of pre-cum, France hummed against the cock in his mouth, savouring the moment as Canada’s moans gave way to desperate shouts of his name. Without warning, Matthieu gave one final yell and came violently into France’s willing mouth, his back arching away from the wall. After a couple more feeble thrusts, France swallowed all that Matthieu had to offer and let him slip out of his mouth. He licked the corner of his lips and grinned up at his lover’s panting form. “Now, next time I tell you to not answer your phone, you’ll listen to me and be a good boy, right?” He chided as he rose from his knees, holding back a moan as his pants rubbed against his hardness.

“Yes Papa, “Matthieu responded breathily, his violet eyes sparkling mischievously as he pulled France in for a deep kiss. Groaning at the use of his favourite nickname, France wrapped his arms around the smaller nation’s waist and pressed himself against him, swiveling both their bodies on the spot and slowly easing them towards the king-sized bed. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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