Slacking and snacking
an England x reader lemon
M for Mature
England is a busy man. It definitely did not surprise you to find him in his study, slouched in that uncomfortable chair of his, finishing some important "paperwork" matters. The room was dimly lit, as the evening was soon to come, and you couldn't help feeling a little neglected. You understood the importance of world economy, of course. But the way your beloved Englishman sat – definitely uncomfortably, christ, he'd been in there for too long – while filling empty forms with his handwritten text... left you with butterflies in your stomach and hopes of something delicious to come. A break sounded nice, no?
"Arthur, dear. How is world economy doing?" you asked, stepping into the room.
"Love, nice to see you," he responded, sighing a bit, fatigue evident in his eyes. He looked so good though. His work attire was a bit messy, the first few buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up, and you frankly lived for this look. You decided to pamper him and reward him for working hard. You started:
"Would you like a cup of tea or something? Please, you need to rest, the papers won't run anywhere." – At this point, you began massaging his shoulders gently. He let out a soft whimper; perhaps he missed being touched as much as you did. You gave him a little peck on his neck and felt goosebumps forming on the skin. Trying to control himself and get his work done, he, however, said:
"Darling... I've missed you very much. But these can't finish themselves. I'm running out of time, you see? I-I..." The rest was lost as you started unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Protests were magically gone.
His chest was now on display, you had the chance to see it go up and down as he was breathing. You opened the shirt wider.
"Arthur. I obviously do understand the importance," you stepped between him and his papers to face him, "but a little break never hurt anybody. Besides... I have a nice snack in mind. If you let me indulge?"
With that, you kissed him. On the lips, just in case he wanted to protest, on his cheeks, nose, and on the lips again. Then you trailed soft kisses down his torso and before he knew it, you were kneeling before him.
Before unfastening his belt, you looked at him, as if to ask if it was okay. What you saw surprised you a bit: the Englishman was smirking at you, quite ready for you to literally suck his cock right there. All of your doubts were gone and you unfastened the belt, then unzipped the zipper.
"y/n, you naughty little thing. Taking me right here with no shame... I do hope you let me return the favor later?" he said, stroking your hair, playing with it. You loved the way he talked to you. And the way he touched you. At this point, you were very excited for what was to come after this. But for now, you continued.
With his trousers now off, you moved to his underwear. Taking his cock out, you gave it a few gentle strokes. England seemed to like the cold air in contrast with your nice hands. Needless to say, he loved the show.
"My sweet y/n, ah-" – you suddenly took him in your mouth, to which he whined a bit.
Deciding to tease him, you went up to kiss him on the lips, passing his flavor: "this is how delicious you are, Arthur," before returning on your knees. You couldn't get enough of him. And he couldn't get enough of you.
You worked your magic on his cock; you licked, sucked, kissed... made sure to pleasure every spot. You often switched your mouth for hands to tell him how much you loved him or to say something utterly filthy. He stroked your hair, sometimes pushed himself deeper into your throat, and at some point he held your hand as you were satisfying him orally.
–
England is a gentleman, mind you. Before he came, he alerted: "y/n, darling, christ, for the love of god, I-I... be careful, I am... ah!" And with that, he finished into your mouth. You gladly accepted the essence and even gave him a taste of his own medicine by kissing him again.
But now, look: It seems that you have a nice evening ahead of you, because England whispers in your ear:
"I suppose it's time for my snack now, darling?"
