Hetalia Germany X Italy Lemon นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Holy fuck did I need Levi to come back, or anyone who wanted to barge in this would be the perfect time for that but then again if they did, I might just kill them for doing so. “You like German? It’s my native language” he smirked a teasing gleam in his eye. “it’s kind of scary if I’m being honest” I deflected leaning back into the sofa, this boy new exactly what he was doing to my brain, my body and he was loving every second of it. “touché, but it’s much more romantic if you knew what I had said” he placed an arm across the back of the sofa and around my shoulders, his fingertips grazing across the skin of my shoulder as he turned his body to face me.

Zeus ran his other thumb along his bottom lip, his darkened gaze falling to coast every inch of my naked body. I tensed and grew more hot. "Piccolo bugiardo." He addressed in thick Italian, making my breath hitch. (Little liar) He moved forward and hovered above my face. "Bellissimo." (Beautiful) His minty alcoholic breath fanned my cheeks in the most alluring way. He enclosed the distance and placed an open chaste kiss near the corner of my lips. Wet and wild. Zeus trailed his plums downwards to my collarbone and I unknowingly arched my back for more.

Candy warned in a low voice. Leo had no choice but to reach for his phone and dial a number. __ Back in Berlin, Vito's cell phone disrupted his discussion with Diego. As he went to get his phone, Diego's lips curved into a dark smirk. "Hay un problema, Vito, la esposa de este diablo está loca!" Leo spat on the other side. (There's a problem, Vito. This devil's wife is crazy!) "English, motherfucker!" Candy's voice sounded in the background.

Who will tame her stone heart? He should come sooner before it's too late to save her from herself. I'm scared that something might happen to her before she smiles and before she falls in love. **ITALY, ROME** In a certain hotel room in Genzalo di Roma, helpless moans filled the room along with constant slapping on skin contacts. "Sí... Sí... Sí..." Yes. The Italian brunette moaned in pleasure as she reached her climax and the black curled hair man with chocolate eyes roared as he spilled his seeds on the brunette's stomach and she giggled.

He groans when I nibble on his left nipple gently as I look up at his gorgeous face. "Sei bello," Damian whispers to me. "You are learning Italian," I say with a smile and pull him down to lay on me again. He takes off his pants and boxers as I slip my boxers down my legs. I watch as he gets a condom and rolls it over his dick as he gets some lube. He looks at my hard dick and rubs his finger across the piercings gently. I moan because it's made my dick extra sensitive as he rubs it slowly.

“Ummm........ Gabe, you have a.... pink little mermaid Band-Aid on your forehead.“ Leo said, trying not to laugh like the stupid asshole that he was. I opened my eyes, glaring at him. “Fuck you.” “But seriously, man, who did this to you?” He asked, sobering. “The fuckin Italians.” I spat the name out loud with venom and all my men just stood still. It was a surprise for all of them, hell even I can’t still believe it. “How? I mean, are you sure? Maybe it was a setup or something. There’s no beef between us.” I stood up and snarled, “What is that supposed to mean? You think I’m lying Leonidas or making that up?”

Although the final day will be the last day we'll see each other* Genzo's voice sounded sad *I'm not out of this world, Italy is a stone's throw away. Also, it doesn't mean that we're no longer in contact* Keyla tried to convince him not to see everything so negatively *I know, I would much rather have you with me in Hamburg. And not renewing your contracts doesn't make it any easier. Nothing keeps you in Germany now* he lowered his head and stared at the floor *Of course there's something holding me and that's you. I said I won't give up without a fight. But the distance will do us both good* Keyla lifted his chin and turned it towards her, she looked into his eyes and kissed him.

“Little Lemon!” Mable rushed over and picked Lemon up. Lemon hugged her mother and pressed her cheek against her face, pointing at the butterfly in Jeremiah’s hand. “Mommy... Unc... Butterfwy...” Mable kissed her cheek. “Good girl.” Jeremiah looked at Mable and said, “Lemon kept crying earlier, so I thought she was unwell. It seems she just misses you after not seeing you all day...” Mable sighed in relief. She thought that Lemon was sick and was worried the whole way back.

His thick cock jerked inside me repeatedly, emptying into me. “Keep it coming.” Demetrio rasped against my neck when I kept convulsing around him. “Keep milking me, fuck!” The eruptions lasted another minute and Demetrio doesn’t stop fucking me through until the very last. Another cry wrenched from my chest as I arched into him. We collapsed to the mattress, Demetrio dropping gently on top of me. “My God, bambina.” He said through pants, brushing kisses all over my face. I listened breathlessly as he began murmuring in Italian, understanding not the words but the passion in his tone. He rolled to the side, pulling me along. I scooted into him, my hand splayed on his hard, heaving chest.

Her trembling slowly subsided as the intensity of her orgasm retreated. I kissed Veronica again; tenderly this time. When our lips parted again she whispered, “Danke.” She sounded completely out of breath. “You’re welcome.” I replied. “Listen Veronica, there’s something here I think you would really enjoy.” She looked at me quizzically; apparently she understood as much English as I did German. Her girlfriend across the table said something to Veronica in German; perhaps translating. “Was?” Veronica said in German; she looked at me quizzically. (“w” in German sounds like ‘v’ in English)