🤍Hetalia Oneshots🤍

Iceland x Reader- Cockblocker

⭕WARNING⭕ Suggestive themes. 😏😏😏

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Y/n and her boyfriend, Emil, were chilling on the couch together as they ate snacks on a cold afternoon.

She snuggled closer to Emil, pulling the blanket tighter. "The heater's on blast, but I still feel so cold."

"Yeah..." He hugged her tighter.

Peaceful silence fell.

"Hey, Emil?"

"Hmm?"

Y/n kissed his cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"I love you more!" She elongated the O, in "more," giving him a goofy smile.

Emil blushed and groaned. "Y/n, don't!"

She ignored him and snuggled into him closer. "Nobody's going to see. Besides, I looooove my boyfriend!"

"... fine."

With a gentle kiss, Y/n began to tease Emil with her love. Reluctantly, he kissed back.

This continued on for a while, with Y/n's kisses becoming fiercer and vice versa. Soon, they began to make out. Hard.

Fingers tangled in hair, with tongue- all of it. She was smothered in him, bodies pressed together, her on the bottom. They kissed so passionately, they didn't hear the jingle of the entrance's doorknob, or the footsteps running into the living room.

"Hey Norge, I found the- oh mY GODS OF LEGOS WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING-"

Emil jolted his head back, a furious blush on his face. "I-it's not what you think!"

"It's exactly what you think." Y/n grinned from underneath.

"Y/n!" He hissed.

"Ooh, I get it," Mathias winked at Emil. "No worries Lil' bro, I won't snitch."

"You the man," Y/n held up her fist. They fist-bumped, complete with the explosion, with a flustered, dumbfounded Emil.

Then Emil's phone buzzed. He picked it up, read it. "He's waiting for you in the library."

"Ooh, that's where he was!" The Dane left, this time for the library where Lukas was.

Y/n chuckled at the interaction, until she spotted Emil sitting on the other side of the couch, faced away from her. "Emil-"

"I can't believe you did that."

"Emil," Y/n pouted, crawling towards him. "It wasn't that bad, it was just Mathias-"

"We got cockblocked by my brother's boyfriend." He blushed. "I don't want to talk about it."

"We don't have to talk," She whispered into his ear, low and playfully.

The composed, Icelandic boy quickly degraded back to a stuttering mess, much to the sadistic humor of his girlfriend, Y/n. With nothing else to lose, the two resumed their make-out session, eventually leading to them stumbling into the bedroom, exciting adventures on their way...

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I told you it was short. Apologies if it was too short. I wasn't sure how to write Emil's character, so any criticism is welcome!

If y'all tell me this seems to be in character for him, I'll write a much longer Reader Insert.

Until then, drink water, vote, and smile!