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-This is the second part to my art trade with ~Innocent2Temptations ^^ And this is the lemon part that I’ve been eager to write x3 It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve written a lemon, so I think I’ll start honing my skills once again ^^ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
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You could hear the rustling of wooden objects and bottles. Carefully, you tried to open your eyes. As you felt your eyelids open, your vision remained dark. As they adjusted to the dim room, you could faintly see someone walking back and forth beside a large dresser, their naked backside facing you. They seemed to be rummaging through the belongings atop the large dresser, inspecting them before setting them back down. You couldn’t quite see, but you saw a flash of a pale object.

A sudden surge of your head caused you to flinch, moving your hand to your head; however, your hand was forced still by a cold, metal clasp around your wrist, connected to the other over what seemed to be a post. Your heart instantly began to race as you jiggled the cuffs, looking down at your position. Your body was placed on a large bed with crimson sheets, stripped of all clothing, even your socks. Looking up, you could see a wild mane of auburn and knew exactly who it was.

“It’s about time you woke up, chica,” he spoke, slowly turning to face you, his lips curling into his normal lopsided grin. But you knew better than to believe this was the same Spaniard you had met not only twelve months ago. He was so much different than when you first met him; he suddenly became dark and unpredictable. Especially now as you gazed into his darkened emerald orbs, you couldn’t help but get the feeling something cataclysmic was about to transpire.

Slowly, the man began to walk towards you, a strange wad of material in his hands. Your eyes locked into his toned chest as it bounced lightly with his heavy steps, then traveled up to witness his stiff jaw and smirking lips. His previous grin had turned demonic, curling at the ends of his lips. He paused when he was at your side, gazing down at you with lustful eyes.

“But now that you’re awake, we can begin our lesson.” Your heart stopped when he set the contents of his hands onto the bed adjacent to your nude body. Your eyes widened in fear at what you saw: a ball gag, a blindfold, a riding crop, and what looked like a dog collar, all pitch black. “It’s not very extreme equipment, but it was all my amigo Gilbert could borrow from his little brother,” he spoke calmly, picking up the blindfold and running it through his fingers to feel the fabric.

He's using someone else's stuff?

"But they will still get the job done," he spoke with a chuckle, beginning to crawl onto the bed. His weight caused the bed to dip and sway as he places his knees on either side of you. You immediately tightened your legs, clenching them together.

"Please don't do this, Antonio," you begged, your heart beating mercilessly against your chest. You were terrified with what he was capable of, especially after you realized he had hospitalized one of your friends. Was he simply that inconsiderate that he would cause you pain?

"I have to if you're ever going to learn, chicita," he replied, reaching over and grabbing onto the blindfold, pulling it tau in his hands. He then began to bring the blindfold closer to your face.

You were shaking your head and wrenching away from him and he forcefully placed the blindfold over your eyes. He growled angrily, painfully tightening the band around your eyes when he finally got his hands together behind your head. After he tied the knot, with several complaints from you, he set back on his haunches to look at your features. He had made sure the blindfold was not too tight around your eyes, but tight enough to make sure it didn't slip.

You felt shifting pressure on the bed as he moved backwards, away from your body. Instantly you began to tug at your constraints, hearing the jingle of the chains.

Antonio chuckled from what sounded like your feet. Suddenly, cold hands were placed on your knees, beginning to pry them apart. You resisted, wailing profanities at the man before you. However, his fingers wrapped tightly around your skin, making it difficult to keep them together with the pain in your legs.

Finally, with a rough tug, your knees were torn apart from each other. Before you could squeeze them back together, he was in between the knobs of cartilage, preventing them from joining again.

You heard more rustling from your side, and prepared for the worst. You anticipated something to happen, but he seemed to be taking his time with whatever he was doing. You could faintly hear the sound of some sort of thick material, but you couldn't quite place what it was.

Suddenly a solid, frigid ball of material forced your lips apart, slipping underneath your teeth to keep your mouth pried open. You used your tongue in attempt to force the object out; however, it didn't budge.

Cold hands were placed on the back of your knees, further prying your legs apart. Your heart began to thump in anxiety as you felt his body heat near yours. Then, he broke sliver of comfort you retained. His member slowly penetrated your core without a warning.

You cried out from the pain, the muffled sound echoed in your ears. Your back arched off the bed and yanked your hands, wishing you could free your hands. The pain burned from the inside and gave a sense of hopelessness. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him out. It seemed the more you wanted it out, the more he forced himself in, going deeper and deeper until he was buried at the hilt.

"You feel better than I imagined," he groaned out from above you. You writhed as he suddenly bucked his hips, experimenting on what may cause the most pleasure to him. He continued to slowly, languidly move his hips forward to the point you were shaking with anticipation, and pull back just as slow. He watched as you squirmed, the pleasure beginning to dribble through your system due to your body adjusting to his slow movements. He knew you were uncomfortable, and he relished it. Something deep inside him enjoyed your distress and fear. It gave him a sense of control and pride that he could be the one causing such reactions from you.

Getting a better idea, he reached over for the riding crop, keeping himself balanced on his haunches so that he could watch you. With a small chuckle, he snapped the riding crop down on your stomach, causing you to flinch. As soon as your body jerked, a moan vibrated the gag in your mouth and you twisted around slightly, causing even more movement where your bodies were connected.

“Keep moving and it’ll feel good for both of us,” Antonio groaned out, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. He then bucked forward quickly, provoking a yelp from you. You didn’t want to keep moving, but the strange shockwaves that cascaded down your insides made it nearly impossible. You wanted to speak out, to vent your complaints, but the ball of plastic in your mouth wasn’t going to allow it.

Suddenly, something snapped against your skin, causing a sharp, pulsing pain on your stomach. You jumped, regretting the movement against the man’s hips. Another sharp pain pierced your stomach once again, and you continued to writhe beneath him.

A deep moan vibrated his chest, “I don’t think I can hold back much more if you’re already squirming this much, bonita.” You felt a shiver travel up your spine when he suddenly bucked into you, beginning a slow pace. His thrusts were slow and smooth, making one continual movement without jerking. Immediately, you began to react.

Your wrists were beginning to swell with pain as you struggled against them, needing to move them from the immense pleasure. You knew it was wrong, you knew you didn’t want to feel this, but you couldn’t help it. It caused no pain, only whimsical feelings. When you began to grow accustomed to his casual movements, you felt voracious. Your body screamed for more, though your mind spoke opposite. It was wrong, but it couldn’t be denied that the feelings you were receiving were phenomenal.

Suddenly, he began to thrust faster, more powerfully. Your body was sent into a numb sensation, oblivious to the pleased grunts emanating from your capture’s mouth as he steadily pumped his throbbing length into your wetted core. Your breaths were forced from your system due to the force, causing your blood to pump faster and ecstasy to fill your body.

For what seemed like hours, he continued to pound into you with little mercy and the purpose of pleasing himself. You wanted to believe that this was only happening for his benefit and your pain, nothing more.

He suddenly threw your left leg over his shoulder as he increased speed, ruthlessly pounding into you at a new, exciting angle. Your breaths turned to screams of pleasure as he seemed to graze a certain pleasure point in your body, nicking the area and causing bolts of intensified pleasure to rack your spine. The increase in speed also didn’t help the situation, for it seemed the waves were merciless as they crashed into you, not letting you breathe.

Your body began to feel cramped and taut. The feeling was foreign to you, and you were experiencing mixed feelings about it. It only kindled your torrid insides, but it also began to spark a new painful burning within your stomach.

A knot began to form from within your burning stomach, and with every targeted thrust, it only grew more taut and closer to being broken in half. The buildup was growing faster as his movements became sloppy and uncoordinated.

“I can’t slow down now, mi amor~” he panted from above you. If you hadn’t had the blindfold to impair your vision, then you could have been able to see the expression on his face, to know what was going through his mind at this point.

All of a sudden, the tension became painfully tight. You cried out as he slammed into your core with all the strength he could muster, groaning loudly as he pushed your body to the limit and beyond. The knot snapped with an ear-piercing cry from your mouth, your body arching against him as he slowed his pace considerably, riding out your first release. He groaned at the convulsions around his still-throbbing manhood, keeping the fire within him still burning tenaciously.

You could feel the gag being removed as you panted heavily through your now open mouth, saliva trickling from the sides of your lips. Your mind was rushing so swiftly that you couldn’t think straight. All you knew was that your core burned and your limbs were heavy like weights. Every muscle in your body seemed to turn to gel, making it impossible to move.

As your left leg was allowed back to the silken sheets, you barely registered the words spoken to you from Antonio.

“Now, we can begin round two.”

Description
Notes:
-This is the second part to my art trade with ~Innocent2Temptations ^^ And this is the lemon part that I’ve been eager to write x3 It seems like it’s been forever since I’ve written a lemon, so I think I’ll start honing my skills once again ^^ Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, the characters, or the reader. I only own the plot*
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You could hear the rustling of wooden objects and bottles. Carefully, you tried to open your eyes. As you felt your eyelids open, your vision remained dark. As they adjusted to the dim room, you could faintly see someone walking back and forth beside a large dresser, their naked backside facing you. They seemed to be rummaging through the belongings atop the large dresser, inspecting them before setting them back down. You couldn’t quite see, but you saw a flash of a pale object.

A sudden surge of your head caused you to flinch, moving your hand to your head; however, your hand was forced still by a cold, metal clasp around your wrist, connected to the other over what seemed to be a post. Your heart instantly began to race as you jiggled the cuffs, looking down at your position. Your body was placed on a large bed with crimson sheets, stripped of all clothing, even your socks. Looking up, you could see a wild mane of auburn and knew exactly who it was.

“It’s about time you woke up, chica,” he spoke, slowly turning to face you, his lips curling into his normal lopsided grin. But you knew better than to believe this was the same Spaniard you had met not only twelve months ago. He was so much different than when you first met him; he suddenly became dark and unpredictable. Especially now as you gazed into his darkened emerald orbs, you couldn’t help but get the feeling something cataclysmic was about to transpire.

Slowly, the man began to walk towards you, a strange wad of material in his hands. Your eyes locked into his toned chest as it bounced lightly with his heavy steps, then traveled up to witness his stiff jaw and smirking lips. His previous grin had turned demonic, curling at the ends of his lips. He paused when he was at your side, gazing down at you with lustful eyes.

“But now that you’re awake, we can begin our lesson.” Your heart stopped when he set the contents of his hands onto the bed adjacent to your nude body. Your eyes widened in fear at what you saw: a ball gag, a blindfold, a riding crop, and what looked like a dog collar, all pitch black. “It’s not very extreme equipment, but it was all my amigo Gilbert could borrow from his little brother,” he spoke calmly, picking up the blindfold and running it through his fingers to feel the fabric.

He's using someone else's stuff?

"But they will still get the job done," he spoke with a chuckle, beginning to crawl onto the bed. His weight caused the bed to dip and sway as he places his knees on either side of you. You immediately tightened your legs, clenching them together.

"Please don't do this, Antonio," you begged, your heart beating mercilessly against your chest. You were terrified with what he was capable of, especially after you realized he had hospitalized one of your friends. Was he simply that inconsiderate that he would cause you pain?

"I have to if you're ever going to learn, chicita," he replied, reaching over and grabbing onto the blindfold, pulling it tau in his hands. He then began to bring the blindfold closer to your face.

You were shaking your head and wrenching away from him and he forcefully placed the blindfold over your eyes. He growled angrily, painfully tightening the band around your eyes when he finally got his hands together behind your head. After he tied the knot, with several complaints from you, he set back on his haunches to look at your features. He had made sure the blindfold was not too tight around your eyes, but tight enough to make sure it didn't slip.

You felt shifting pressure on the bed as he moved backwards, away from your body. Instantly you began to tug at your constraints, hearing the jingle of the chains.

Antonio chuckled from what sounded like your feet. Suddenly, cold hands were placed on your knees, beginning to pry them apart. You resisted, wailing profanities at the man before you. However, his fingers wrapped tightly around your skin, making it difficult to keep them together with the pain in your legs.

Finally, with a rough tug, your knees were torn apart from each other. Before you could squeeze them back together, he was in between the knobs of cartilage, preventing them from joining again.

You heard more rustling from your side, and prepared for the worst. You anticipated something to happen, but he seemed to be taking his time with whatever he was doing. You could faintly hear the sound of some sort of thick material, but you couldn't quite place what it was.

Suddenly a solid, frigid ball of material forced your lips apart, slipping underneath your teeth to keep your mouth pried open. You used your tongue in attempt to force the object out; however, it didn't budge.

Cold hands were placed on the back of your knees, further prying your legs apart. Your heart began to thump in anxiety as you felt his body heat near yours. Then, he broke sliver of comfort you retained. His member slowly penetrated your core without a warning.

You cried out from the pain, the muffled sound echoed in your ears. Your back arched off the bed and yanked your hands, wishing you could free your hands. The pain burned from the inside and gave a sense of hopelessness. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him out. It seemed the more you wanted it out, the more he forced himself in, going deeper and deeper until he was buried at the hilt.

"You feel better than I imagined," he groaned out from above you. You writhed as he suddenly bucked his hips, experimenting on what may cause the most pleasure to him. He continued to slowly, languidly move his hips forward to the point you were shaking with anticipation, and pull back just as slow. He watched as you squirmed, the pleasure beginning to dribble through your system due to your body adjusting to his slow movements. He knew you were uncomfortable, and he relished it. Something deep inside him enjoyed your distress and fear. It gave him a sense of control and pride that he could be the one causing such reactions from you.

Getting a better idea, he reached over for the riding crop, keeping himself balanced on his haunches so that he could watch you. With a small chuckle, he snapped the riding crop down on your stomach, causing you to flinch. As soon as your body jerked, a moan vibrated the gag in your mouth and you twisted around slightly, causing even more movement where your bodies were connected.

“Keep moving and it’ll feel good for both of us,” Antonio groaned out, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. He then bucked forward quickly, provoking a yelp from you. You didn’t want to keep moving, but the strange shockwaves that cascaded down your insides made it nearly impossible. You wanted to speak out, to vent your complaints, but the ball of plastic in your mouth wasn’t going to allow it.

Suddenly, something snapped against your skin, causing a sharp, pulsing pain on your stomach. You jumped, regretting the movement against the man’s hips. Another sharp pain pierced your stomach once again, and you continued to writhe beneath him.

A deep moan vibrated his chest, “I don’t think I can hold back much more if you’re already squirming this much, bonita.” You felt a shiver travel up your spine when he suddenly bucked into you, beginning a slow pace. His thrusts were slow and smooth, making one continual movement without jerking. Immediately, you began to react.

Your wrists were beginning to swell with pain as you struggled against them, needing to move them from the immense pleasure. You knew it was wrong, you knew you didn’t want to feel this, but you couldn’t help it. It caused no pain, only whimsical feelings. When you began to grow accustomed to his casual movements, you felt voracious. Your body screamed for more, though your mind spoke opposite. It was wrong, but it couldn’t be denied that the feelings you were receiving were phenomenal.

Suddenly, he began to thrust faster, more powerfully. Your body was sent into a numb sensation, oblivious to the pleased grunts emanating from your capture’s mouth as he steadily pumped his throbbing length into your wetted core. Your breaths were forced from your system due to the force, causing your blood to pump faster and ecstasy to fill your body.

For what seemed like hours, he continued to pound into you with little mercy and the purpose of pleasing himself. You wanted to believe that this was only happening for his benefit and your pain, nothing more.

He suddenly threw your left leg over his shoulder as he increased speed, ruthlessly pounding into you at a new, exciting angle. Your breaths turned to screams of pleasure as he seemed to graze a certain pleasure point in your body, nicking the area and causing bolts of intensified pleasure to rack your spine. The increase in speed also didn’t help the situation, for it seemed the waves were merciless as they crashed into you, not letting you breathe.

Your body began to feel cramped and taut. The feeling was foreign to you, and you were experiencing mixed feelings about it. It only kindled your torrid insides, but it also began to spark a new painful burning within your stomach.

A knot began to form from within your burning stomach, and with every targeted thrust, it only grew more taut and closer to being broken in half. The buildup was growing faster as his movements became sloppy and uncoordinated.

“I can’t slow down now, mi amor~” he panted from above you. If you hadn’t had the blindfold to impair your vision, then you could have been able to see the expression on his face, to know what was going through his mind at this point.

All of a sudden, the tension became painfully tight. You cried out as he slammed into your core with all the strength he could muster, groaning loudly as he pushed your body to the limit and beyond. The knot snapped with an ear-piercing cry from your mouth, your body arching against him as he slowed his pace considerably, riding out your first release. He groaned at the convulsions around his still-throbbing manhood, keeping the fire within him still burning tenaciously.

You could feel the gag being removed as you panted heavily through your now open mouth, saliva trickling from the sides of your lips. Your mind was rushing so swiftly that you couldn’t think straight. All you knew was that your core burned and your limbs were heavy like weights. Every muscle in your body seemed to turn to gel, making it impossible to move.

As your left leg was allowed back to the silken sheets, you barely registered the words spoken to you from Antonio.

“Now, we can begin round two.”