[Hetalia Kink Meme Deanon] Aristocrat Versus Lust
I wrote this kink meme fill back at the beginning of the year and have been meaning to deanon it, but never got around to it. Here it is, finally!
Title: Aristocrat Versus Lust
Author: Me
Characters/Pairings: Austria, Hungary, implied AusHun
Rating: R18
Summary: Austria neglected to consider the fact that his new maid is a beautiful woman and affairs with maids are very ungentlemanly. Sexual Desires: 1 Austria: 0. Masturbation.
For the first time in his life, Austria regretted his decision to let someone else do work in his place. Usually Austria would happily marry himself off to another strong nation or take over a weaker one in order to not have to take care of himself and spend entire days doing nothing but playing the piano, but for once, this was proving to be problematic. Hungary was certainly a good worker; that was far from the issue at hand. When he first brought her to ‘his’ house (technically it was the Holy Roman Empire’s house, but he was typically the one in charge due to the young empire's age) as a maid, he was certain everything would work out perfectly.
However, he did not take into account that Hungary was more than just a weaker nation. Hungary was a gorgeous woman. He’d managed to forget that at first, since his previous encounters with her were when she was a belligerent child and everyone, herself included, was under the impression that she was a boy. Oh, how times had changed. And now this oversight was putting his status as a gentleman at risk! No matter what happened, he absolutely couldn’t make an attempt to seduce her. It was highly inappropriate for an aristocrat to have an affair with his maid.
Hungary certainly was not making things any easier with her behavior, either. It was as if she was utterly oblivious to her own feminine charms, doing things like hiking her skirt way up when moving up and down stairs so she wouldn’t trip over it. He’d accidentally gotten a glimpse under her skirt due to that. Or perhaps she was perfectly aware of her own beauty and she was trying to seduce him. That was highly unlikely, of course, but the way she bent over to pick up things on the floor, giving whoever was in front of her-usually him-a perfect look at her ample cleavage, and whoever was behind her given a good idea of the shape of her backside, really did make him wonder.
Finally, one day, Austria snapped. Of course he never said a word to or laid a finger on Hungary; affairs with maids were still a no-no. Instead, he gave everyone in the mansion strict instructions to not bother him under any circumstances, and promptly locked himself into his bedchamber. Once alone, he kicked his boots off and began stripping.
Slowly, hesitant at first, he unfastened his cravat, the buttons to his jacket, his shirt. He shivered slightly as he undressed, an image of Hungary coming to his mind. He pictured her lying on his bed half-dressed, pleading for him to take her. That thought was all it took for him to get an erection. Sighing softly, Austria let his hand wander over his own chest, tweaking one of his nipples lightly, then roam down his stomach and to the hem of his pants. In his mind it was her that was unzipping him. That was her hand freeing his cock from his painfully tight underwear. She was stroking him. If only that were the reality here, if only.
“Aa-aah…” a soft moan escaped Austria’s lips as he continued to pleasure himself, having taken a seat on the edge of his bed. His imagination was becoming steadily more vivid, his mind easily piecing together a brilliant fantasy of the object of his lust splayed out before him. Fantasy Hungary was likely far more submissive than real Hungary, but that was of no importance to Austria, at least not now.
The tempo at which he was stroking his cock picked up slightly and he shut his eyes. “Mm, I can’t wait to have you” he purred softly to himself and to his fantasy Hungary. “You’re just so sexy like that there’s no way I can stop myself”
Lying back on the bed, he moved his free hand to his lips as he continued to stroke his cock. His tongue darted out to lick at his fingers in the most seductive manner possible. His tongue swirled lazily over his fingertips, licked up and down the length of them, lapped at the skin between them. He then slid two fingers into his mouth, sucking them lightly. Once he’d gotten them nice and wet, he dragged his fingers lightly across the mole under his lips. That made him shudder in delight; that mole always had been sensitive. He did this until he needed to grab a fistful of the sheets, breathing heavily. Austria was getting close and he knew it. He arched his back and bucked against his own hand, but calmed down, not ready to come yet. He spread his legs a bit more than they already were and let go of his cock for a moment in favor of lightly rubbing his balls. He gasped and moaned softly again, letting himself get lost in his fantasy and in how good this all felt. It was sinful and wrong, yes, but at this point he couldn’t possibly care less. At least this wasn’t something that would be easily found out and would forever besmirch his reputation.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, Austria pulled out a quill pen. He didn’t have much “equipment” in his room, so he had to make due. He ran the feather over his mole, down his neck and across his chest, teasing his nipples again, and then down his stomach and between his legs. The feather caressed his thighs with its light, delicate touch. Another soft “Aaaah…” escaped his parted lips. He began running the feather over his erection and his balls, teasing himself mercilessly. Eyes screwed shut as his fantasy Hungary controlled the feather in his mind, he continued to revel in its silky soft caress. “Oh…that…that’s so good…you’re such a tease…” he whimpered.
His free hand had gone back to ghosting over his mole until he was ready to put the pen away and go back to stroking his cock again. It didn’t take long this time to get him arching his back and bucking as he worked himself. This time Austria would let himself come. He hissed and moaned, bucking and stroking faster and faster until he finally reached his limit. “…H-Hungary!” he cried softly as he could, emptying his semen over his chest and stomach in a grand arch.
He lied there for a while, too weak to move from the force of his orgasm. When he finally regained his strength he hazily sat up, adjusting his glasses that he’d never bothered to remove, and reached for the corner of the sheet to wipe himself off with. He’d have to learn how to do laundry in order to wash this sheet himself, he noted, since he didn’t want anyone to ever know of what had just happened.
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Curiosity killed the cat, that’s what people always said. Hungary never could find the sense in this saying. For her, curiosity always paid off like none other. This is why, when her master told her to leave him alone but her gut said she should follow, she chose to listen to her gut and not her master. Once again, it paid off beautifully.
She really should have informed Austria of the faulty latch to his bedroom door. She discovered it while doing some routine cleaning, but never got around to telling anyone. After what she witnessed, though, she was glad she’d forgotten to tell anyone. She’d seen her master disappear into his bedchamber after announcing to the staff that he was not to be bothered under any circumstance. That struck her as strange. So when his door went ajar due to the faulty latch, Hungary crept up to the opening and took a peek inside. The reward was great.
Austria certainly was attractive, and seeing him like that was an incredible sight. She rapidly felt herself getting uncomfortably warm, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. It didn’t take long before her hand had found its way up her skirt as she watched. Hearing him cry her name was not something she was prepared for, however, and she nearly fainted. Somehow she managed to make a narrow escape, blood dripping from her nose and her cheeks bright pink.
“M-Me? So then…the attraction is mutual…” she mused to herself in her own quarters, plotting out her next move.
Title: Aristocrat Versus Lust
Author: Me
Characters/Pairings: Austria, Hungary, implied AusHun
Rating: R18
Summary: Austria neglected to consider the fact that his new maid is a beautiful woman and affairs with maids are very ungentlemanly. Sexual Desires: 1 Austria: 0. Masturbation.
For the first time in his life, Austria regretted his decision to let someone else do work in his place. Usually Austria would happily marry himself off to another strong nation or take over a weaker one in order to not have to take care of himself and spend entire days doing nothing but playing the piano, but for once, this was proving to be problematic. Hungary was certainly a good worker; that was far from the issue at hand. When he first brought her to ‘his’ house (technically it was the Holy Roman Empire’s house, but he was typically the one in charge due to the young empire's age) as a maid, he was certain everything would work out perfectly.
However, he did not take into account that Hungary was more than just a weaker nation. Hungary was a gorgeous woman. He’d managed to forget that at first, since his previous encounters with her were when she was a belligerent child and everyone, herself included, was under the impression that she was a boy. Oh, how times had changed. And now this oversight was putting his status as a gentleman at risk! No matter what happened, he absolutely couldn’t make an attempt to seduce her. It was highly inappropriate for an aristocrat to have an affair with his maid.
Hungary certainly was not making things any easier with her behavior, either. It was as if she was utterly oblivious to her own feminine charms, doing things like hiking her skirt way up when moving up and down stairs so she wouldn’t trip over it. He’d accidentally gotten a glimpse under her skirt due to that. Or perhaps she was perfectly aware of her own beauty and she was trying to seduce him. That was highly unlikely, of course, but the way she bent over to pick up things on the floor, giving whoever was in front of her-usually him-a perfect look at her ample cleavage, and whoever was behind her given a good idea of the shape of her backside, really did make him wonder.
Finally, one day, Austria snapped. Of course he never said a word to or laid a finger on Hungary; affairs with maids were still a no-no. Instead, he gave everyone in the mansion strict instructions to not bother him under any circumstances, and promptly locked himself into his bedchamber. Once alone, he kicked his boots off and began stripping.
Slowly, hesitant at first, he unfastened his cravat, the buttons to his jacket, his shirt. He shivered slightly as he undressed, an image of Hungary coming to his mind. He pictured her lying on his bed half-dressed, pleading for him to take her. That thought was all it took for him to get an erection. Sighing softly, Austria let his hand wander over his own chest, tweaking one of his nipples lightly, then roam down his stomach and to the hem of his pants. In his mind it was her that was unzipping him. That was her hand freeing his cock from his painfully tight underwear. She was stroking him. If only that were the reality here, if only.
“Aa-aah…” a soft moan escaped Austria’s lips as he continued to pleasure himself, having taken a seat on the edge of his bed. His imagination was becoming steadily more vivid, his mind easily piecing together a brilliant fantasy of the object of his lust splayed out before him. Fantasy Hungary was likely far more submissive than real Hungary, but that was of no importance to Austria, at least not now.
The tempo at which he was stroking his cock picked up slightly and he shut his eyes. “Mm, I can’t wait to have you” he purred softly to himself and to his fantasy Hungary. “You’re just so sexy like that there’s no way I can stop myself”
Lying back on the bed, he moved his free hand to his lips as he continued to stroke his cock. His tongue darted out to lick at his fingers in the most seductive manner possible. His tongue swirled lazily over his fingertips, licked up and down the length of them, lapped at the skin between them. He then slid two fingers into his mouth, sucking them lightly. Once he’d gotten them nice and wet, he dragged his fingers lightly across the mole under his lips. That made him shudder in delight; that mole always had been sensitive. He did this until he needed to grab a fistful of the sheets, breathing heavily. Austria was getting close and he knew it. He arched his back and bucked against his own hand, but calmed down, not ready to come yet. He spread his legs a bit more than they already were and let go of his cock for a moment in favor of lightly rubbing his balls. He gasped and moaned softly again, letting himself get lost in his fantasy and in how good this all felt. It was sinful and wrong, yes, but at this point he couldn’t possibly care less. At least this wasn’t something that would be easily found out and would forever besmirch his reputation.
Reaching into the nightstand drawer, Austria pulled out a quill pen. He didn’t have much “equipment” in his room, so he had to make due. He ran the feather over his mole, down his neck and across his chest, teasing his nipples again, and then down his stomach and between his legs. The feather caressed his thighs with its light, delicate touch. Another soft “Aaaah…” escaped his parted lips. He began running the feather over his erection and his balls, teasing himself mercilessly. Eyes screwed shut as his fantasy Hungary controlled the feather in his mind, he continued to revel in its silky soft caress. “Oh…that…that’s so good…you’re such a tease…” he whimpered.
His free hand had gone back to ghosting over his mole until he was ready to put the pen away and go back to stroking his cock again. It didn’t take long this time to get him arching his back and bucking as he worked himself. This time Austria would let himself come. He hissed and moaned, bucking and stroking faster and faster until he finally reached his limit. “…H-Hungary!” he cried softly as he could, emptying his semen over his chest and stomach in a grand arch.
He lied there for a while, too weak to move from the force of his orgasm. When he finally regained his strength he hazily sat up, adjusting his glasses that he’d never bothered to remove, and reached for the corner of the sheet to wipe himself off with. He’d have to learn how to do laundry in order to wash this sheet himself, he noted, since he didn’t want anyone to ever know of what had just happened.
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Curiosity killed the cat, that’s what people always said. Hungary never could find the sense in this saying. For her, curiosity always paid off like none other. This is why, when her master told her to leave him alone but her gut said she should follow, she chose to listen to her gut and not her master. Once again, it paid off beautifully.
She really should have informed Austria of the faulty latch to his bedroom door. She discovered it while doing some routine cleaning, but never got around to telling anyone. After what she witnessed, though, she was glad she’d forgotten to tell anyone. She’d seen her master disappear into his bedchamber after announcing to the staff that he was not to be bothered under any circumstance. That struck her as strange. So when his door went ajar due to the faulty latch, Hungary crept up to the opening and took a peek inside. The reward was great.
Austria certainly was attractive, and seeing him like that was an incredible sight. She rapidly felt herself getting uncomfortably warm, but couldn’t tear her eyes away. It didn’t take long before her hand had found its way up her skirt as she watched. Hearing him cry her name was not something she was prepared for, however, and she nearly fainted. Somehow she managed to make a narrow escape, blood dripping from her nose and her cheeks bright pink.
“M-Me? So then…the attraction is mutual…” she mused to herself in her own quarters, plotting out her next move.