-Aaaaaaand another lemon xD This will be the last one for a while, I promise! But I think a few of you pervs enjoy my nonstop lemons~~~ Like a pleasant boon gifted from the ethereal gods above~
*Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
"Lutz, is this really necessary?"
"Absolutely; you were the one who suggested 'experimenting with mein precarious fascinations', liebe."
It was that shit-eating face of his that brought you to this current situation. Currently you were lying face down on your silky, plush bed sheets, your head facing the bottom corner of the right side. In the direction you were facing, you were face-to-face with the wall pressed against your comforter, your body almost completely diagonal with the wall. Your wrists were hastily fastened together to a single post before your face, forcing you to face the wretched wall. Your ankles were another story: one was fastened to the other bottom post, and the other leg was tied up to a post at the top of the bed, on the same side as your hands. The result was your legs being spread painfully far apart, more than your body was comfortable with. Though you two had already engaged in these types of activities, you still couldn’t become inured to the discomfort he triggered when he became aroused.
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean take out your sexual frustration on me like this,” you quickly refuted to the man, yanking against your constraints to emphasize your point. You were already feeling your legs cramping up; this wasn’t going to be as enjoyable as you would have preferred.
“Oh come now, don’t be so nagging.” With that, he placed a very strident slap to your rump, leaving a minor red mark across your cheeks. A squeak of surprise ripped from your throat, your body jolting slightly. “Besides, we’ve already taken care of the foreplay; we can’t simply stop now.”
“I don’t know, it’s been a while since you and Rosy Palm have been intimate,” you grinned to yourself at your high-leveled comment.
“But I would rather be intimate with your bodily flower. It gets the job done so much better,” he replied, lowering himself on his knees as he crawled behind your spread legs, his palms massaging your freshly whacked behind. He began to rub it rather roughly, pushing and pulling the flesh mounds like thick, overworked dough, his fingertips digging into the skin. You groaned out at his actions, rolling your hips in time with his hands; your lover noticed this and decided that the time was nearly right. Feeling you moving under his rough hands sent pulses of heat straight to his throbbing member; he thought that all the foreplay had hardened him to maximum capacity, but he seemed to have been proven wrong.
Lutz gave a deep, husky groan as a deep breath was released from his lips, the arousal within him making his hands fidget lightly. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grasped a small package and tore it open. With the rubber protection in his hand, he placed it over his twitching member and rolled it along his length. He then let his other hand fall back to his rod, giving it a few slow pumps as he brought his hips closer to yours. He was now as close as he could get to you, and he was ready to delve in. He started by pulling his hips back enough to allow himself access. Lining his stiff organ up with your slickened lips, he gently pushed himself into your cavern with a gruff moan.
A load mewl filled the room as your core was penetrated once again, this time with a much more intense angle behind it. When Lutz pushed himself into you fully, he seemed to have pushed farther into you than ever before. Tingles of pleasure shook your body with intensity, causing your fingers and toes to curl at the extreme pleasure. When he was fully sheathed inside, you could feel every movement of his pleasure center as he huffed uneasily, his mind flooding with ecstasy. As he steadied himself, you began to adjust to his thick intrusion.
“You know, _____, I think I’m going to enjoy the idea of having you tied up like that. Now you can’t slap me,” he cooed from behind you, his hands gripping your waist tightly. He knew you had nowhere to possibly escape to, and your movements were almost completely limited, and he loved every little sense of domination that coursed through his veins. He could do whatever he pleased, and there would not be consequences in the end.
With a smirk, he pulled his hips back and slammed into your core roughly, his hands holding your hips firmly against him. You gasped out at the sudden pleasure, tingles of electricity coursing through your limbs to your toes. Seeing the positive reaction, he continued his actions. He pulled back again and swiftly thrust into your cavern. With every powerful movement of his hips, your body was jolted forward against the restraints of your limbs, seemingly magnifying the pleasure.
His pace suddenly sped up, a quick tempo being created as he jolted forward and back smoothly. You gasped out, feeling his thick member deep within your walls as it rubbed your insides torridly; Lutz absolutely loved the sounds you made during your passionate lovemaking. Especially when the sound of slickened skin slapping against each other accompanied your voice.
His breathing was slightly labored as he continued to pound into you mercilessly, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. The closer he held you to him, the more power he put into his thrusts, and the more your body was thrown forward. Your cheeks burned like fire, pressing against the cool silken sheets below your face. You then began to think of the last time you two had been intimate with each other; he had told you that he wanted to try something different, and that’s exactly what happened. You had ended up bent over the kitchen table as you were ravaged from behind, barely able to sit down for breakfast the next morning. You had a very sure feeling that the same result would come from tonight, being unable to sit down for the rest of the day.
The feeling of a cold leather crop being snapped against your rear brought you from your thoughts, bringing forth a moan from your plump lips. Another flick of Lutz’s wrist led to the stinging sensation on your rear. When had he even bought that crop?
“Mein Gott, liebe. Your ass is so perfect,” he huskily groaned, delivering yet another smack of the crop to your butt cheek as he continued to fervently pound into you from behind. A knot was forming in your stomach, having tightened intensely when the slaps were received. You had allowed him to experiment with his fetishes, and to be honest, you weren’t disappointed one bit, nor did you regret letting him have some freedom in bed.
Suddenly, your lover withdrew from your body, leaving you open to the chilling air. As you shivered at the frigid air at your entrance, you felt the handle of the crop being rubbing across your slick, dripping folds. In no time, the handle was entirely covered with your nectar. Before you could question the motives of your lover, you felt that same cold handle pressing against your second entrance. Your (color) eyes widened, a slight tang of fear flickering in your chest as the handle was being pressed through your tight entrance, penetrating the orifice and sliding into you. You were thankful that Lutz had thought to lubricate it before using it to penetrate you, but it still burned uncomfortably.
You groaned as your lover jammed the handle into your entrance roughly, pain shooting through your legs. “Ah, Lutz, not so rough,” you pleaded, your face buried into the sheets. The German hummed in acknowledgement as he slowed his pace, only pushing the handle about six inches into your opening. He then pulled it out halfway, and then pressed it back into you. You groaned as he started a slow pace with the handle of the riding crop, his hands jerking lightly in their actions. His keen lavender orbs watched carefully as your hips jolted when he tilted the handle a certain angle or pressed firmly into a certain area. When he heard your quiet groans, muffled against the sheets, a surge of passion flashed through his body. He carefully realigned his member at your first entrance, his hand with the handle slowing to a stop while he steadied his other hand.
You moaned loudly as he reentered into your womanhood, immediately picking up the pace from before, his right hand keeping the same pace with the riding crop into your backdoor. The pleasure was physically blinding; all you could see were sparkling stars in your vision. The knot in your stomach was rapidly approaching a breaking point, far too rapidly for your liking. You wanted to savor this intense pleasure, but it seems that all good things must come to an end.
Lutz felt your core begin to tighten around his throbbing member, and knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Instantly, his pace hit high gear and he was pounding wildly into your cavern, grunts vibrating his chest. His teeth were clenched with concentration, beads of sweat cascading from his brow and down his square chin. His platinum blonde bangs were clinging to his damp forehead, no longer flowing with his jolting body.
When your body clenched him tightly, a long moan filling the moan as you reached your climax, Lutz continued to thrust, but with less tenacity. He slowed to half his previous pace, still seeking his own release. Your convulsions helped in bringing him closer to the edge. He then pulled the riding crop handle from your second entrance, tossing it to the floor of the room so that he could use both hands to hold your shaking hips as he rode out your climax.
With a final few thrusts, the sound of sloshing liquids seizing, he pressed himself into your core as he released into the condom he wore. With a deep huff, he slowly pulled out of your core, his body shaking lightly. He then discarded the used condom, and proceeded to lean over your body to release your arms and legs. As he finished with your wrists, he turned you over onto your back. His lavender eyes widened as he noticed tears streaming down your cheeks.
He quickly wrapped his arms around you, a hand stroking your damp hair as he lie on you. “Liebe, are you okay? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry,” he stuttered, pressing quick kisses to your forehead. You couldn’t help but giggle at his ignorance, putting your hands on his shoulders and rubbing smooth circles over the tense muscles.
“No, more like the opposite. It was just…really amazing,” you smiled brightly, closing your eyes and welcoming the afterglow that engulfed the two of you. His body visibly relaxed at your words, his lips swooping down to capture your lips in a loving kiss.
“So you’re not hurt?” he asked once more. You simply shook your head at him, kissing his nose. He chuckled, pressing his nose to yours as his eyes stared intently down into yours. “So you’ll be available for tomorrow night as well?”
“I highly doubt it, Lutz. You left some pretty good marks this time,” you teased with a grin.
He grinned back. “And they’ll be bigger the next time, Kätzchen .”