[Fanfic] Have You No Shame! (1/?)

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Title: On A Beach
Author: cloudgrazer
Characters/Pairing(s): EnglandxOC, France
Rating/Warnings: M...Sexual content. It is for a smut challenge called Here, There, Everywhere
Summary: England didn't know how to swim. How an ex-pirate could sail the oceans and not lean that one skill was baffling, so you took the liberty of teaching him into your own hands.

 

It was slightly funny. No, no that was cruel. You should not use other’s fears to fuel your amusement…

But you couldn’t help it. It was just so hilarious!

The great former British Empire, ex-pirate, afraid of water? Ha ha, even better. He couldn’t swim!

“Hahahahaha~!”

“Well,” he harrumphed, “I am just so pleased that this amuses you so!” He crossed his arms and walked back towards the car waiting just a little ways off.

“W-wait!” You yelled, frantically trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard.

“Come back England! I didn’t mean it!”

He came to a stop as you tugged on his sleeve, his large eyebrows furrowed in anger.

“Just why the bloody hell are we here?!”

His green eyes glared down into your [e/c] ones, lips pulled into his famous frown he only used on America but seemed to adopt for you also.

“Well,” you paused, playing with his t-shirt, “I thought we could get over you fear-”

“It’s not a bloody fear!”

“And have some fun! Today is the day that I teach you how to swim.” At this you gave your best smile, hoping to persuade the man. He blushed in response which signalled a small victory.

England looked at the lone beach, vacant of any occupants but the two of you. His emerald eyes then travelled to the softly roaring waves that danced with the shoreline. The sun was hidden by clouds, playing peek-a-boo with the land. He stared out into the green-blue water, eyes focussing back to a time when he was feared and powerful; a time when the mere mention of his name sent grown men running into the hills; a time when…when you didn’t exist.

He looked to your defeated face. He knew that with the way you were biting your lip that you were trying to get him to agree to your plan. He sighed.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“Didn’t you hear me you bloody twit? I said okay!”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, smile taking over your lips.

“Come on then!” You laughed and pulled him down the trail and onto the sand. Kicking off your shoes you began to pull on England’s shirt to get it off him. He pushed your hands away with a scowl and light rosy cheeks. He turned to face away from you and pulled the red shirt over his head.

You watched as his back rippled with muscles he gained over the centuries. Light silver scars dusted his back and sides signifying the hardships he had faced. You couldn’t help but drool.

He turned back to face you, scowl present still and amplified tenfold. He did not look pleased.

“So how are we going to do this?”

“…”

“[Name]! Are you listening to me?! Bloody hell, don’t just space off when I am so kindly giving you my time.”

“…I want more than you time.”

“What?”

“Nothing! Anyways what were you saying?” You honestly didn’t hear him. Once he turned around it had seemed like time had stopped. For such a prude in public he sure had a body.

“I said how are we going to do this?”

“Um…Just walk in?”

He just blankly stared at you.

“Okay, okay! Here,” you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers, “we’ll take it step by step. Just stay with me.”

England was so happy it was just the two of you. He wouldn’t know what to do if that damned frog or stupid American were here. Surely they would get a kick out of it.

You stopped when you reached the shoreline. The water lapped at your toes chilling them slightly. You had stopped to make sure England was okay and from the look on his face it appeared he needed some encouraging. You squeezed his hand and smiled, taking a small step forward. England followed while sucking in a deep breath. There had been so many times he had almost died because of this substance and even now he thought it was mocking him with the way it held onto his ankles and calves as he walked deeper and deeper.

Finally you stopped when the water was just above his hips and on your waist. He shivered from the cold. You turned to face him and wrapped your arms around his strong shoulders, burying your face into his chest. His hands found themselves under the water resting on your hips.

“This is it?” He actually wondered that after all the whining and prodding that this was as far as you would take him. Not that he would admit to ever being slightly excited, oh no.

“No,” you hummed, warm air making his chest tingle, “we are just getting use to the water.”

England sighed and stood there, craning his neck to look at the sky.

“It’s cold.”

“Complaining is un-gentlemen like England.”

“Teasing is most un-lady like [Name].”

You had begun to run your hands up and down torso, stopping to massage his shoulders and knead his hips.

You smirked as he groaned softly after a rather deep knead in the hips. You could feel him harden against you even though the water was cold. You, in turn, groaned as he pressed himself against our lower body. The water rushed around and between the two of you with the push and pull of the waves, enhancing the feeling.

Your hands found themselves wrapped into his messy hair, pulling through any knots, twirling strands around your fingers. England began to grind his hips into yours, member brushing against your already throbbing core. His lips travelled to meet yours and locked on. He bit your bottom lip, nibbling and sucking on the salty flesh. You opened your mouth just enough to let him enter.

Your tongues danced together for dominance but finally his won. He explored every part he could reach, sometimes stopping his exploration to sensually rub his tongue against yours.

You moaned as one of his hands reached into your shorts and squeezed your bottom while his other hand travelled up and pulled your shirt and bathing suit top out of the way. It wasn’t fair that you were the only one mewing like an animal so you slipped your hands down the front of his trunks and grasped him.

He gasped into your mouth as he hardened even further. You began to run your hand up and down him, enjoying the sensation that it brought to your core. He bucked his hips into your hand, trucks tightening around him. You were about to pull them down as he continued to squeeze your breasts when a loud laugh echoed across the water and into your ears.

Breaking apart you looked towards where the sound travelled from. The laugh sounded again and this time you recognized the voice.

“Ohonhonhonhonhonhon!”

You gasped in shock and pulled your shirt down and England fixed his bathing suit.

“What do we ‘ave ‘ere?” The blonde asked with a lecherous smirk toy his face.

“What are you doing here you bloody git?!” England began to stomp his way to the shore where France was standing.

France began to raise his hand, “I can here to merely take in the sights!” and produced a camera.

You paled knowing what was on it already. England seemed to know as well because he began to grow red with either anger or embarrassment, maybe both.

“Come back here you frog!” England ran out of the water and chased after France who just laughed and skipped to his car, quite a ways ahead of England who was tripping in the sand.

“Oh. My. God. I’m going to be on a porn site.” As the truth that you had been caught exposing yourself at the beach began to sink in you couldn’t help but pout.

You never did get to teach England how to swim.