Germany Lemon

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You eye the sharp object in his hand, the light shines off the silver edge of his large knife. You feel the cold tip touch your stomach, and then you hear the loud tearing noise, your shirt ripping down the middle, then your sleeves. The scraps are disposed of, and he twirls the blade through his fingers, snagging the center of your bra, pulling it up. But he changes his mind, cutting the straps instead, and then cuts your bra off, also tossing it to the side.

“Hey Germany, Italy told me you’ve never been with a girl, is that true?”His face turns completely red.

“It’s alright…no big deal. I’ve never been like this with anyone before,” You give him a sly smirk, “I say you’re doing good.”

He growls and plays with your pants.

“Hey wait, Germany…can I have your real name?” You ask.

“Ludwig…”

You smile and lick your lips, “Oh~ sexy.”

He leans down, his lips grazing yours, “As are you, Anca.”

Your stomach tightens when he says your real name in his deep and masculine voice. This is the real Germany that you have been waiting to see. He sits back up, lifts his gloved left hand up to his lips, and bites the tips, pulling the leather off his hand, and repeats the same with his other hand.

He throws them over his shoulder, now freely able to run his bare hands over your soft skin. He cups under your breasts, pushing your chest up. His thumbs then glide over your hardening nipples, and you shiver at his touch.He leans down, flicking his tongue on your bottom lip, and then pressing his lips against yours. You really want to run your fingers through his hair to make it all messy, something you found really attractive about him, and has been a little fantasy of yours but the cuffs don’t allow you to do so. You groan, your nails dig into the palm of your hands.

“Ludwig~ not fair I want to touch you!”

He smirks, “Too bad.”

He attacks you lips again, his hands running down your stomach to your pants, unbuttoning and removing everything, leaving you completely nude. You grunt in dissatisfaction, him behind fully clothed and you nude and he’s having all the fun torturing you. His right hand goes lower, his thumb running down your opening, making you gasp. His tongue darts inside your mouth, rubbing against yours.

You try to remove the cuffs, and deep down you know he’s having fun not letting you touch him.With his free hand, he tries to reach for the cuffs, not wanting to pull away from the kiss. You didn’t know how he did it, but he removed the cuffs rather quickly, and you waste no time, running your hands through his blond hair. Then your hands quickly run over his shoulders, over his collarbone, grabbing the front of his black shirt.

You pull, the tearing sound filling your ears pleasantly. It’s disposed of and slowly run your hands down his chest, his muscles becoming tense to your soft and feathery touch.He leaves feathery kisses down your neck, over your chest and breasts. You smile, the feeling of his lips lingering on your skin brings a never before felt sensation all over your body. The jingling of his belt indicates the attempt of the removal of his pants made by himself. The pants are tossed away and he rubs against you, showing you how hard he is. You gasp. He takes your left nipple into his mouth, rubbing his tongue over it, sucking it, lightly nipping at it, making you moan. He runs his tongue over your chest, leaving a trail of saliva to your other breast, repeating the same magic with his tongue as he did with the other side.

You jump at the sudden feeling of his fingers playing with your warmth, sliding in his middle finger. You groan, your eyes rolling back. You begin to pant; the feeling of his finger moving around inside you makes your toes curl, an unfamiliar tightening feeling builds. Your mews fill the room, exciting Germany even more, and he pulls his finger out, making you whine. He chuckles, and hovers over you.

“I guess the torture can stop. I’ll relieve you of the built up tension,” He says, while positioning himself.

He slides inside you, making your eyes widening once you feel his full length inside you. The pain comes and goes, but your walls tighten around him, earning you a moan from him. His large hands grab your hips, pulling you up while thrusting at a slow pace. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss. His picks up his speed, the bed creaking, the headboard hitting the wall. His messy hair tickles your forehead, and you snort and he stops moving.

“Something wrong?”

“No, your hair just tickles.”

He grunts, “Fine.”

Then continues on with his thrusts, making you grab onto the sheets, “L-Ludwig~.”

He groans, propping his right hand up on the wall to hold himself up, “A-Anca…you’re so…tight.”

You arch you back, and he pulls your bottom half up a little more, and you yelp. He finally found your spot, “Right there…right there!”

He thrusts harder and faster, to try and get you to your orgasm, and to his own. His eyes squeeze shut, feeling you tighten around him again.

“Yes!” You scream, “Ludwig!”

A flash of white and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. You don’t even feel Germany continuing to thrust into you. After your seconds of pure bliss, Germany finally reaches to his own release, and he grunts, collapsing on top of you. He pulls out, flopping down next to you. Both of you stare at the ceiling, and the two of you grab each other’s hands.

Germany then holds up the cuffs in front of your face, “Keep these.”

You blush and take them out of his hands, “Why?”

He rolls on his side, facing you, “You never know when you’ll need them again.”

You nod, and move closer to him, pressing yourself against his chest, your lips on his collarbone, “Thank you…Ludwig.”

He wraps his arms around you, “You’re welcome.”

You snicker, “Now I know you’re not gay.”

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