I suck at naming things guys Iām SO sorryā¦ Thatās why my cat has a dumbass name, my pet fish has a dumbass name and my future child will also probably have a (lovingly) dumbass name LOL
im new here BUT would you ever be interested in writing a nsfw romano x reader fic...šš i love that man so much
Under the Wisteria (Hetalia Lovino Vargas x Reader)
(NSFW! MDNI!)
(cw: unprotected sex, breeding)
You push open the heavy oak door to Lovinoās office after knocking once, the sound echoing softly against the marble floors of the villaās long hallway. The late-afternoon sun pours through the tall arched windows, painting golden stripes across the Persian rug and the dark wood of his massive desk cluttered with ledgers and encrypted phones. The air still carries that heavy, familiar scent, aged leather, and that expensive cologne that always makes your pulse quicken. You saunter in with your arms loosely crossed over your chest, chin high, but inside youāre a knot of confusion and that low, simmering irritation thatās been building for weeks.
Heās been a ghost. Late nights locked in here, rapid-fire Italian on hushed calls that stop the second you appear, armed men slipping through the side entrance. You keep telling yourself heās the don, the head of the family, that the business doesnāt stop just because his wife craves his attention, but it stings. Every untouched dinner plate, every cold side of the bed, every distracted ānot now, bellaā while he scrolls through encrypted messages on his phone. Youāve been wandering the rose gardens alone at dusk, wondering if this is what loving Lovino Vargas really means, marrying a man who belongs more to the underworld than to you.
As you walked down that endless hallway just moments ago, heels clicking against the cool tiles, your stomach twisted with the familiar dread. āHeās going to tell me heās leaving again,ā you thought. Another ābusiness tripā to Sicily or Naples or some godforsaken place, gone for who knows how long with nothing but a quick kiss to your forehead and a promise heāll call when he can. Your lips press into a thin line as you brace for it, ready to nod like the perfect, understanding wife youāre supposed to be.
But the second you step inside and click the door shut behind you, Lovino turns from the window.
Heās not on the phone. Heās not snapping orders at some terrified subordinate. Heās just standing there. Broad shoulders fill out the crisp white dress shirt, one hand loose at his side, the other in the pocket of his tailored black trousers. The light catches the sharp cut of his jaw. To the rest of the worldāto the capos waiting downstairs, to the rivals who pale at the mere mention of his nameāhe is terrifying. Cold green eyes narrowed like heās already calculating how many ways he could destroy someone before sunset, posture radiating the kind of ruthless power that makes grown men beg. But those same eyes soften the instant they land on you, the hard lines of his face melting like they only ever do when itās just the two of you.
āTesoro mio,ā he murmurs, voice low and rough like velvet dragged over gravel.
He crosses the room in three long strides. Before you can even draw breath to ask whatās going on, his arms are crushing you flush against the solid heat of his chest. One hand splays wide across your lower back, fingers pressing in like heās afraid youāll disappear; the other slides up to cradle the nape of your neck, threading gently into your hair.
āIām sorry,ā he says against the crown of your head, lips brushing your hair. The words are raw, quiet, meant for no one but you. āIāve been a complete stronzo. Buried in this office, leaving you alone in this ridiculous villa like youāre just another piece of furniture instead of my wife. I saw it every night. The way you look at me across the table and try to hide how annoyed you are. And I hate it. I hate making you feel unwanted.ā
He pulls back just enough to frame your face with both hands, thumbs stroking your cheeks as his green eyes search yours, soft and pleading in a way the rest of the world will never see. āSo I fixed it. The next two weeks there will be nothing. I cleared every damn thing. No calls, no meetings, no shipments, no idiots with guns clogging up my hallway. I told the capos if they canāt handle it without me, they can burn. Iām yours, completely. Two full weeks of just us. And even after those two weeks are over, Iām making a promise right here: every single day, no matter what the family throws at me, Iām carving out time for you. Morning coffee in the garden, stolen hours in the afternoon, nights where I shut the whole world out and itās only you and me. Youāre never going to feel like second place again.ā
Then he leans in closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, his breath hot and deliberate as his voice drops into that sensual, velvet rasp. āAnd Iāve been ready, amoreā¦ so fucking ready to get my wife pregnant.ā The words slide over your skin like silk. āEvery night Iāve been away from you, I couldnāt stop thinking about it. I imagine filling you up slow and deep until youāre dripping with me, watching your belly round with our baby, knowing the whole world will see that youāre mine in the most permanent way. These next two weeksā¦ and every day afterā¦ Iām going to take my time with you. I want to feel you come around me while I whisper how Iām putting a baby in you, how Iām going to keep you full and glowing and so loved youāll never doubt me again. Iāve been aching for it, tesoro, to see you carry the next Vargas heir.ā
His arms tighten around you again, one hand sliding down to press possessively against your lower stomach as if he can already imagine it swelling under his touch. He kisses the spot just below your ear, slow and lingering, then nips gently at your lobe before whispering even lower, voice thick with hunger, āStarting tonight. Right here if you wantā¦ or in our bed where I can spend hours making sure every inch of you knows exactly how much Iāve missed you. Iām not letting another day go by without my beautiful wife.ā
He holds you rocking you gently, the scary Italian don completely gone, replaced by the man who only ever lets himself be this soft for you. For the first time in weeks, the entire world has narrowed down to his arms, his whispered promises, and the delicious, aching heat of whatās coming for the next.
Later that evening, the villa is quiet except for the low hum of the kitchenās pendant lights. Youāre leaning against the marble island in nothing but a soft tank top and loose shorts, phone in hand, mindlessly scrolling while the dayās earlier promises still simmer under your skin. The two weeks he swore to you feel like a secret only the two of you know, but the ache between your thighs has been constant since his whispered words in the office.
You donāt hear him come in, silent as the predator he is to everyone else. The first thing you feel is the heat of his body behind you, then the slow, deliberate press of his lips to the side of your neck.
A shiver races down your spine. His mouth is warm, sucking gently at the sensitive spot just below your ear before his tongue traces a lazy line toward your shoulder. One strong arm slides around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, and you feel the hard line of his cock already straining.
āHere?ā you breathe, half-laugh, half-gasp, glancing over your shoulder at him. The kitchen island, the open archway to the dining room, the staff quarters just down the hall, anyone could walk in.
Lovino chuckles low against your skin, the sound vibrating straight through you. āI told you, tesoroā¦ whenever. Wherever.ā His voice is that same velvet rasp from earlier, thick with hunger. āI need to show you how much I want you. How much Iāve been dying to fill you.ā His free hand skates down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your shorts just enough to tease, then lower still. He cups you through the thin fabric, palm pressing firmly against your clothed pussy, rubbing slow, deliberate circles that make your knees buckle. āIāve waited weeks. Iām not waiting another second.ā
You moan before you can stop yourself, the sound slipping out raw and needy as his two fingers stroke along your folds. Heat floods you instantly, soaking the fabric under his touch.
He spins you around so fast the phone clatters onto the island. Your back hits the cool marble edge as he drops to his knees in one fluid motion, green eyes locked on yours. With no preamble he yanks your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, then hooks one of your thighs over his shoulder and dives in.
His tongue is hot and relentless. He licks a long, flat stripe up your slit, groaning the second he tastes you, then seals his mouth over your clit and sucks. Your hands fly to his hair, fingers threading through those dark curls as your hips jerk forward on instinct, chasing the pleasure. He doesnāt give you time to think, he only devours. His tongue flicks fast and precise, then slows to broad, lazy strokes that drag through your folds and dip inside you, fucking you shallowly while his nose grinds against your clit.
You rock against his face, shameless now, hips rolling in a desperate rhythm as if you can pull his tongue deeper. āLovinoāfuckāā The words break on another moan. He hums in response, the low vibration shooting straight through your core and making your thighs tremble. The sound is filthy, appreciative, like heās savoring every drop of you. It only makes you grind harder, chasing that perfect pressure.
He sucks your clit again, tongue fluttering rapidly while two thick fingers slide inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. The wet sounds fill the kitchen like the most obscene symphony. Your hips move faster, frantic, riding his face as the coil in your belly winds tighter and tighter.
He feels it. Lovino hums again, longer this time, the vibration rolling through you like thunder, and thatās all it takes. Your orgasm crashes over you so hard your back arches off the island, a cry tearing from your throat as you come undone on his tongue. Your thighs clamp around his head, hips stuttering, pulsing, flooding his mouth while he keeps licking slow, greedy laps that drag out every aftershock.
He hums again, softer now, almost reverent, as he laps up every last drop of your release. His eyes stay locked on yours from between your legs, dark lashes heavy, lips and chin glistening with you. He doesnāt stop until youāre trembling and oversensitive, only then pressing one last open-mouthed kiss to your swollen clit before rising slowly to his feet.
His hands grip your hips to steady you, thumbs stroking your skin like youāre something precious while his cock strains visibly against his trousers and his voice comes out rough with pure need.
āPerfect,ā he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you deep and filthy so you can taste yourself on his tongue. āAnd thatās just the start, amore. Iām nowhere near done with you tonight.ā
Youāre still trembling against the marble island, thighs slick and shaky from the orgasm he just wrung out of you with his tongue, when Lovino stands up slowly. His green eyes are dark with raw hunger, lips shiny with your release, and he doesnāt waste a second. He crowds you back against the cool edge, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other yanks at his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoes in the quiet kitchen as he frees his cock. Thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip and straining angrily toward you like itās been waiting for this exact moment.
He leans in, voice a low growl against your mouth. āBend over, tesoro. Iām not waiting another fucking second to bury myself inside you and start breeding that perfect pussyāā
But you slide your hands down, stopping him with a single teasing finger against his chest. With a wicked little smile you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pull them back up, smoothing the fabric over your still-throbbing core like nothing happened. You tilt your head, voice dropping into the most sultry, velvet purr you can manage dripping with deliberate cruelty.
āHmm, Lovinoā¦ Iām not sure Iām ready to fuck~ā
He freezes. Those dangerous green eyes widen like youāve just told the head of the Vargas family that the sky is purple. His cock twitches visibly in the open air between you, and for a second he genuinely looks at you like youāve lost your mind.
You bite your lip, letting the silence stretch just long enough to watch his jaw clench. Then you lean in closer, trailing one fingertip down the center of his chest, stopping right above the straining head of his cock without touching it.
āI think I need more convincing that youāre sorry for these lonely nights my loveā
He curses viciously in Italian āCazzo, porca puttana, mi stai uccidendoāā the words rough and filthy as his cock visibly throbs, a fresh bead of precum sliding down the thick vein. His hands flex at his sides like heās fighting every instinct not to just throw you over his shoulder and take what he wants. But he doesnāt because youāre the only person alive who can bring the terrifying don to his knees with nothing but a sultry little hum.
āWhat do you want, Tesoro?ā he rasps, voice wrecked, accent thicker than youāve ever heard it. āName it. Anything. Itās yours. Iāll burn the whole fucking city down if thatās what it takes to get inside you again.ā
You pretend to think about it, tapping one finger against your chin while you let your gaze drag slowly down his body to where his cock is. You tilt your head, eyes sparkling with mischief.
āHmmā¦ I do love the idea of the head of the Vargas begging his wife to let him fuck her and breed herā¦ā
Lovinoās breath catches. For one heartbeat the scary Italian disappears completely, replaced by a man so desperate he looks like he might actually drop to his knees right there on the kitchen tiles. Then he does exactly that.
He sinks down in front of you, hands sliding up your thighs to grip your hips, green eyes locked on yours with total surrender. His voice comes out low, rough, and so fucking filthy it makes your freshly licked pussy clench around nothing.
āPlease, amore mioā¦ let me fuck you. Let your husband bury this aching cock so deep inside you that you feel me for days.ā He presses his forehead to your stomach, breath hot through the thin fabric of your tank top. āIāve been dying for itāevery night while I was in that goddamn office I was stroking myself raw thinking about fucking you, filling you until your belly swells with my baby. Iām sorry, Tesoro. Iām so fucking sorry I left you lonely. Let me make it right. Let me beg like the pathetic bastard I am for you.ā
His fingers dig into your hips, voice cracking with raw need as he looks up at you, the most powerful man in the underworld on his knees for his wife.
āI need to breed you, bella. I need to pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you. I want to watch it drip down your thighs while I keep fucking it back inside where it belongs. Pleaseālet me spread you open right here on this island and rut into you like an animal until youāre pregnant. Iāll be so good for you. Iāll fuck you slow and deep, Iāll suck on your tits while I fill you, Iāll tell you over and over how perfect youāre going to look carrying my heir. Just say yes. Please, tesoro mio, Iām begging youālet your husband breed his wife. Let me put a baby in you tonight. Iāll do anything. Iāll stay on my knees all night if thatās what it takes. Justā¦ pleaseā¦ let me fuck you and fill you until you canāt remember what empty feels like.ā
His cock is leaking steadily onto the floor between his knees now, twitching with every filthy word, and his hands are trembling where they grip you, pure desperation written across the face of the man who makes the rest of the world tremble.
He leans forward and whispers against you, āPlease, my love. Begging you. Let me in. Let me fuck you. Iām yours to useā¦ just say the word and Iāll give you every drop.ā
Youāre still standing there against the marble island, shorts back in place, pulse hammering between your thighs as you watch the most dangerous man in the country kneel at your feet, cock throbbing untouched and leaking onto the tile. His green eyes are wild, chest heaving, and you canāt resist pushing him just a little further.
āYeah?ā you purr, voice all honey, dragging the word out slow. āYou want my pussy that bad?ā
Lovinoās breath stutters. āYes, amore,ā he rasps immediately, the words tumbling out like a prayer. āMore than anything. More than the whole fucking empire. I want that tight, perfect pussy wrapped around my cock until Iām fucking you full.ā
You bite your lip and crook one finger at him, motioning for him to stand. He rises like a man possessed, towering over you again in an instant, but before he can grab you, you surge up on your toes and crash your mouth against his.
The kiss is desperate, messy, all teeth and tongue and months of pent-up need. He groans into your mouth, hands slamming onto the island on either side of your hips to cage you in as he devours you. You kiss him back just as hard, fingers twisting in his shirt, then you pull back just enough to whisper against his mouth, breath trembling.
āFuckā¦ Lovinoā¦ Take it thenā¦ take meā¦ā
His eyes flash dark and dangerous the second the words leave your lips. The kiss turns feral, his tongue fucking into your mouth until youāre both panting and he finally lets you sink down.
You drop to your knees right there on the cool kitchen tiles, eyes locked on his. His cock is right in front of your face now, thick, veined, flushed deep red at the head, precum beading steadily at the slit. You wrap one hand around the base, stroking him torturously from root to tip, thumb swirling over the leaking head on every upstroke. His hips jerk forward on instinct.
āCazzoā¦ porca troiaā¦ Bella, pleaseāā he curses in that broken Italian rasp, voice cracking as you twist your wrist just right on the upstroke.
You look up at him through your lashes, all sweet innocence and wicked teasing. āHm? The big bad mafia don wants more? The man who makes everyone else begā¦ now heās the one begging his wife?ā
Thatās the last straw.
Lovinoās patience snaps like a tripwire. His hand shoots into your hair, fingers twisting tight at the roots, and he yanks your head forward with zero warning. āFuck, Iām trying to be patient with you, tesoro,ā he growls, voice low and mean now, that dangerous edge creeping back in, ābut youāre making it so goddamn hard. Itās like youāre testing me on purpose. You want me to be mean with you, donāt you? Want your husband to stop playing nice and just use that pretty mouth like the little tease you are.ā
He doesnāt wait for an answer. He drags your face forward and forces the thick head of his cock past your lips in one rough thrust, stretching your jaw wide. The taste of him, salty and musky, floods your tongue instantly. He drags you all the way down until your nose is buried against his pelvis, cock sliding straight into the back of your throat.
You choke hard, eyes watering instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as drool starts to leak from the corners of your stretched lips. He holds you there for a long second, groaning deep in his chest at the feel of your throat convulsing around him.
Then he starts moving.
He uses your hair like a handle, yanking your head back until just the swollen head rests on your tongue, then slamming you forward again. Over and over, fucking your face in long, brutal strokes from tip to hilt. Every thrust punches into your throat with wet, obscene sounds. Your gagging and choking mix with the filthy slap of his balls against your chin. Drool pours down your chin in thick strings, dripping onto your tank top and the floor between your knees. Tears stream freely now, mascara probably running, but you keep your eyes wide open and locked on his, giving him that innocent, teary-eyed look that always destroys him.
āShitālook at you,ā he snarls, voice wrecked and filthy as he watches your throat bulge with every deep thrust. He drags you off just long enough for you to suck in a gasping breath before he shoves back into the root again. āYou can take it, I know you can. God, you look so fucking beautiful like thisācrying and drooling all over my cock like a good little wife. Choking on the same dick thatās gonna knock you up tonight. Thatās it, amore, relax your throatālet me use you. Let me fuck this pretty face until itās ruined.ā
He keeps the brutal rhythm, hips snapping, fingers tight in your hair, never once letting you pull away more than a few inches. Your throat burns, your jaw aches, drool and tears coat everything, but you keep looking up at him with those big, innocent eyes even as you gag and sputter around his pistoning cock.
Lovino is losing his mind above you, cursing in rapid Italian between every thrust, the scary don completely gone, replaced by a man whoās finally, finally done holding back.
He lasts only a few more brutal thrusts before his control shatters completely.
āCazzoāmerdaāsƬ, cosƬ, brava ragazzaā¦ take it all, take every fucking inch down that pretty throatāā The Italian pours out of him in a broken, filthy groan, praises and curses tumbling together as his hips stutter. āSei perfettaā¦ mia moglie perfettaā¦ fuck, Iām cummingāswallow it, tesoro, swallow every drop like the good little breeding slut you areāā
He slams into the root one last time, burying himself as deep as your throat will allow, and comes with a guttural, animalistic groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flood straight down your throat, pulse after heavy pulse. You choke hard around him as you struggle to swallow it all. Some of it spills from the corners of lips anyway, mixing with the drool already coating your chin. Fresh tears spill down your face from the intensity, your eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you fight to breathe through your nose and take everything he gives you.
Lovino holds you there until the last twitch of his cock. Only then does he slowly pull out, a thick string of cum and saliva connecting your swollen lips to the head of his cock before it breaks.
He tucks himself away and zips up his pants with deliberate calm, then reaches down and gently pats your tear-streaked cheek, thumb brushing away some of the mess.
āArenāt you just the perfect little wife?ā he murmurs, voice still rough with satisfaction, green eyes soft again. āTaking it all like youāre supposed to. Every last drop. Such a good girl for me.ā
Youāre still catching your breath. All you can do is nod weakly, lips parted and shiny, tears still clinging to your lashes. The taste of him lingers heavy on your tongue.
Lovino smiles then leans down to help you up, strong hands steadying your shaky legs. āWeāre not done, bella.ā
He takes your hand and leads you out of the kitchen, through the wide glass doors that open directly onto the private garden just outside. The night air is warm and fragrant with blooming jasmine and roses, the moon casting silver light over the manicured hedges, the fountain bubbling softly in the center, and the lush grass that stretches toward the tall privacy walls. Twinkling string lights are woven through the trellises, giving everything a soft, romantic glow that feels almost too beautiful for what he clearly has planned.
You hesitate at the threshold, still flushed and messy from what just happened in the kitchen, your shorts damp between your thighs. āWhat if someone sees?ā you whisper, glancing back toward the house where staff quarters sit not too far away.
Lovino stops, turns to you, and pulls you close against his chest, one hand sliding possessively down to squeeze your ass. His lips brush your ear, voice low and wicked with that sensual rasp.
āGood.ā He nips at your earlobe. āLet them see. Let every single person in this house know exactly who you belong to. Let them hear how loudly their don is going to fuck his wife tonightāhow many times Iām going to fill this pussy until youāre dripping with my cum and carrying my baby. I want the whole fucking world to know youāre mineā¦ and that Iām finally giving you what youāve been wanting.ā
He doesnāt wait for another protest. He guides you deeper into the garden, the night air kissing your overheated skin.
He guides you straight to your special garden nook, the one tucked away beneath a wooden canopy draped with cascading wisteria vines. Heavy purple blooms hang like curtains overhead, their delicate fragrance mixing with the earthy scent of the garden. The built-in wooden bench is massive, wide enough to function as a small daybed, covered in thick, plush cushions and scattered with an abundance of soft pillows. This is usually your private sanctuary, a quiet place to curl up with a book, sip wine, and escape the chaos of the villa. Tonight, though, itās about to become something far more sinful.
Lovino doesnāt speak as he gently but firmly guides you down onto the cushions. The second your back hits the plush surface, heās on you.
He climbs over you, knees bracketing your hips, and crashes his mouth against yours in a dirty, messy, all-consuming kiss. Thereās nothing gentle about it this time. His tongue immediately pushes past your lips. You moan into the kiss as he devours you. His hands roam greedily, one cups the back of your head to tilt you exactly how he wants you, the other sliding down your body to squeeze your breast through your tank top, thumb roughly circling your nipple until it pebbles under his touch.
The kiss is sloppy and loud. He sucks on your tongue, then bites your lower lip hard enough to make you whimper before soothing it with another deep swipe of his tongue. Drool escapes the corner of your mouth as he fucks his tongue in and out in a lewd imitation of whatās coming, grinding his already-hardening cock against your clothed pussy through your shorts.
āFuck, you taste like me,ā he growls against your lips between kisses, voice rough and thick with Italian accent. āMy perfect little wife, still dripping with my cum from that pretty throat. You have no idea how long Iāve wanted to ruin you right here in your quiet little reading spot.ā
He kisses you harder, messier, tilting his head to go even deeper. His hand slips under your tank top, palming your bare breast and pinching your nipple until you arch up into him with a needy whine. The other hand slides down to cup you between your legs again, rubbing firm circles over your shorts right where youāre soaked and aching. Every stroke of his tongue is dirty and purposeful, like heās trying to lick every trace of himself from your mouth while simultaneously reminding you who you belong to.
Youāre both panting when he finally pulls back just enough to look at you. He doesnāt let the moment turn sweet. Instead, he leans back in for another filthy kiss, sucking on your tongue while his fingers push your shorts and panties aside just enough to drag two thick digits through your slick folds.
Youāre both breathing hard on the plush cushions. Lovino pulls back from the filthy makeout just enough to hover above you, green eyes blazing with raw need. Without a word, you sit up slightly and peel your tank top off over your head, letting your breasts spill free into the cool air. Your nipples are already tight from his earlier rough touches.
He watches hungrily as you toss the fabric aside, then hooks his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties. In one swift tug he drags them down your legs and off, leaving you completely bare beneath him on the cushioned bench. The night air kisses your soaked pussy, making you shiver.
Lovino doesnāt waste time. He yanks his shirt open, buttons flying in his haste, and shrugs it off his broad shoulders, revealing the hard planes of muscle, the faint scars from old fights, and the dark trail of hair leading down his abdomen. Then he shoves his pants and boxers down in one desperate motion, kicking them away. His cock springs free again, still massive, thick, and flushed dark, the head glistening with a fresh bead of precum that drips slowly down the veined shaft. It twitches visibly under your gaze, already fully hard and ready like the first round in the kitchen never happened.
You feel heat flood your cheeks as you stare, biting your lip. āYouāre hard again so quicklyā¦ā
Lovino leans down, bracing one hand beside your head, and gives you that slow, dangerous smirk that only ever appears for you. āFor you? Always, tesoro. This cock has been aching for you for weeks. Nothing else gets it like this.ā
He settles between your spread thighs, one hand gripping the base of his heavy cock while the other strokes your inner thigh soothingly. You lay back fully against the pillows, heart hammering as you both watch him guide the swollen head to your drenched entrance. Your pussy is slick and puffy from everything thatās happened tonight.
He presses forward slowly.
The thick head parts your folds with a wet, obscene sound, stretching you open as he sinks inch by inch. You both watch the sight. His veined cock disappearing into your glistening pussy, your lips stretching tight around his girth. Lovino groans deep in his chest, the sound low and filthy as he listens to the slick, squelching noises your drenched cunt makes with every slow push. āCazzoā¦ so fucking wet for me,ā he mutters, voice strained with restraint. āListen to that sloppy pussy sucking me in.ā
You moan softly as he bottoms out, every thick inch buried to the hilt inside you. The stretch is perfect bordering on too much in the most delicious way. His heavy balls rest against your ass, and you can feel his cock pulsing inside your walls.
He stays there for a long moment, savoring it, then slowly drags back out,almost all the way, until just the head remains inside before sliding back in with the same torturously slow pace. The wet sounds are even louder now: a lewd, squelching schlick every time he moves, your arousal coating his shaft and dripping down to soak the cushions beneath you.
āHear that?ā he rasps, green eyes locked on where your bodies are joined. His voice is rough, accent thick. āThatās your greedy little pussy welcoming me home. Soaking wet and loud for your husband. Fuck, it sounds so dirtyā¦ like youāve been empty for far too long and now youāre finally getting filled the way you deserve.ā
You nod, biting your lip hard as incredible pleasure washes over you with every slow thrust. The drag of his cock against your walls is exquisite. Your hips twitch, wanting more, faster, harder, but for now the slow, deliberate pace has you trembling and whimpering beneath him, hands clutching at his shoulders.
Lovino groans again, leaning down to press his forehead to yours as he continues the slow, deep rocking. āThatās it, bellaā¦ feel every inch. Iām going to take my time tonight. Iām going to fuck you so full youāll be dripping my cum for days. But right nowā¦ just listen to how wet you are for me.ā
The slow, deliberate rhythm falters for a heartbeat. Lovinoās hips still, buried to the hilt inside you, his cock throbbing against your fluttering walls. Then he pulls back until the thick head of his cock slips free with a wet, obscene pop. A rush of cool night air kisses your stretched, glistening entrance, and you clench around nothing, a fresh trickle of your slick sliding down to soak the plush cushion beneath you. His shaft is completely coated, shiny and dripping with your arousal, a thick strand of it still connecting the flushed head to your swollen folds. Lovino watches it all with dark, hungry eyes, jaw tight, chest heaving as he listens to the lewd squelch of your soaked pussy protesting the emptiness.
He doesnāt make you wait long.
With the same agonizing control, he presses the broad head back against your entrance and pushes forward, inch by thick inch. You both stare down between your bodies, mesmerized, as your pussy lips stretch wide around his girth, swallowing him whole once more. The wet, filthy sound of your drenched cunt taking him back in fills the quiet garden, utterly shameless.
āLovino, pleaseā¦ā The words tumble out of you in a desperate, breathy moan, your voice cracking with need. Your hips twitch upward, trying to chase more, faster, deeper. āI want you to give it to meā¦ā
He leans over you immediately, one strong hand sliding up to cradle your face with surprising tenderness. His thumb strokes your cheekbone, brushing away a stray tear of overwhelming pleasure. His green eyes soften even as his cock twitches deep inside you, and when he speaks, his voice is low, rough, and achingly gentle.
āI know, Tesoro,ā he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then another to the corner of your mouth. āJust relax. Let me take care of you.ā
The tenderness in his tone makes something inside you melt even as your body burns. A high, needy whine escapes your throat as he sinks all the way back in and stays there, grinding slow, deep circles that make the head of his cock drag perfectly against that sensitive spot inside you. Your walls flutter and squeeze around him, and he groans quietly, forehead still resting against yours.
āBrava ragazzaā¦ so good for me,ā he whispers, the praise warm and filthy at the same time. āListen to how wet you are. Feel how your pretty pussy is sucking me in like it never wants to let go.ā
His free hand slides down between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and circling it in slow, deliberate strokes that match the lazy grind of his hips. Every movement is designed to drive you insane with pleasure without letting you tip over the edge just yet. The wet sounds grow louder as he works you, your slick coating his fingers, his cock, the insides of your thighs. Your legs tremble where theyāre wrapped around his waist, toes curling against the small of his back.
You whine again, louder this time, the sound breaking into a soft sob of overwhelming sensation. It feels too good, the gentle but relentless pressure on your clit, the way his body covers yours protectively even as heās buried inside you. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle there, and you arch beneath him, chasing every bit of friction heās giving.
Lovinoās breath hitches at the sound of your whine. He kisses you again, tongue sliding against yours in a lazy, sensual rhythm that mirrors the way heās fucking you. When he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice has dropped even lower, thick with restrained hunger.
āYou want more, bella? Want me to fuck you harder? Fill this greedy little pussy until youāre dripping with me?ā He punctuates the question with a slightly sharper thrust. āTell me, Tesoro. Iāll give you anything. Everything. Just say the word and Iāll ruin you so sweetly right here under these vines.ā
Your answer comes out as another broken whine, hips rolling up to meet him, your body speaking for you. The ache between your legs is turning molten, the slow build coiling tighter and tighter in your core. Lovinoās eyes darken with pure devotion and lust as he watches you come undone beneath him.
He starts to move with more purpose. Each thrust pushes a fresh gush of slick out around his cock, and he groans at the sight and sound of it, at the way your body welcomes him home again and again.
āThatās itā¦ let me hear you,ā he rasps, voice cracking with how good you feel around him. āMy beautiful wife. My good girl. Gonna take such good care of youā¦ gonna breed you so full tonight.ā
The words send a fresh wave of heat crashing through you. You whine his name again, louder, and Lovino rewards you by picking up the pace just a little more. The bench creaks softly beneath you both. The wisteria blooms tremble overhead. And youāre lost in the tender dominance in his voice, the way heās looking at you like youāre the most precious thing in his world even while heās fucking you like he owns every inch of your body.
Your pleasure is cresting fast now, the slow, deep rhythm and his thumb on your clit combining into something devastating. You can feel it building and the only sound you can make is that same desperate, overwhelmed whine as your walls start to flutter harder around him.
Lovino feels it too. His free hand grips your hip tighter, holding you steady as he fucks you through it, voice dropping into a rough, loving growl.
āThatās my girl. Cum for me, Tesoro. Iāve got you. Let go.ā
And with one more perfect grind of his hips and a firm stroke of his thumb, you do. Shattering around him with a broken cry, your pussy clenching and pulsing in rhythmic waves, gushing fresh wetness around his cock as the orgasm crashes through you. Your vision whites out for a second, body shaking, nails raking down his back as you sob his name into the warm night air.
Lovino groans like heās in pain and paradise at the same time, burying himself as deep as he can, letting you ride out every aftershock while he murmurs soft Italian praises against your temple, āBravaā¦ sei perfettaā¦ mia moglie perfettaā¦ā his cock twitching inside your spasming heat.
The garden spins gently around you both, the wisteria canopy above, the stars beyond, and Lovinoās strong body sheltering yours as you come down from the high, his lips brushing tender kisses across your damp cheeks while you tremble and whine softly in the afterglow.
Lovino keeps rocking his hips in those deep, grinding circles, his cock still buried to the hilt inside your fluttering, oversensitive pussy. Every slow drag sends little aftershocks sparking through your core, and youāre so wet now that the sounds between you are downright filthy.
āBravaā¦ brava ragazza,ā he murmurs against your temple, voice rough but still so tender it makes your chest ache. āYou came so beautifully for me, Tesoro. So tight around my cockā¦ squeezing me like you never want to let go. Fuck, you feel so good. So warm. So perfect. My perfect wifeā¦ taking everything I give you.ā
Your face burns with a sudden wave of shyness at the intensity of it all, the way heās looking at you, the way heās still moving inside you, the raw devotion in every word. Without thinking, you lift your hands and cover your face, fingers splaying over your flushed cheeks as a soft, embarrassed whine slips out.
Lovino notices immediately. He slows just enough to reach up, gently but firmly taking your wrists in his hands and pulling them away from your face. He brings your palms to his mouth one after the other, pressing slow, reverent kisses to the center of each one, his lips warm and soft against your skin.
āDonāt hide your face,ā he whispers, green eyes locked on yours with that devastating mix of hunger and tenderness. āI want to see every part of you. Especially when youāre like thisā¦ all flushed and trembling and mine.ā
He keeps your hands in his, fingers laced together as he starts thrusting again deeper now, the pace slowly building. His hips snap forward with more urgency, the wet slap of skin against skin growing louder under the wisteria canopy. The bench creaks softly beneath you both. Every thrust pushes a fresh rush of your slick out around his cock, and he groans at the sight of it, at the way your pussy greedily swallows him back in every time.
āTesoroā¦ cazzo, youāre so wet,ā he rasps, voice cracking as his control starts to fray. The praises spill out faster now, more desperate, more frantic as he chases his release. āTaking me so wellā¦ so fucking deep. This pussy was made for me. Gonna put a baby in you right here under these stars. Fuckālisten to you. Listen to how messy you are for me.ā
His thrusts turn frantic, hips pistoning harder, faster, the head of his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you with punishing precision. Sweat beads on his forehead, dark hair falling into his eyes as he stares down at you like youāre the only thing in the world that matters. His hands tighten around yours, pinning them gently beside your head as he fucks into you with raw, unrestrained need.
āMine,ā he growls, the word breaking on a moan. āMy wife. My good girl. Taking every inch like you were born for it. Iām closeāfuck, Iām so close. You feel too good. Too perfect. Canāt hold backāā
His rhythm stutters, hips jerking erratically as he slams in deep one final time and stays there, buried to the hilt. A guttural, broken groan tears from his throat as he starts to cum. You feel it instantly, the hot, thick pulses of his release flooding your insides in heavy spurts, each one accompanied by another rough thrust as he works himself through it.
āTake it,ā he groans against your neck, voice wrecked and desperate. āTake all of it, Tesoro. All of my cum. Every drop. I want it all inside youā¦ deep inside this perfect pussy. Donāt waste a single bit. Let me fill you upā¦make you mine in every way.ā
His cock twitches and pulses inside you as he empties himself completely, hot ropes of cum painting your walls, overflowing around his shaft and dripping down to soak the cushions beneath you. He keeps grinding through the aftershocks, pushing it deeper, refusing to pull out even as his breathing turns ragged and his body trembles above yours.
When the last spurt finally leaves him, Lovino collapses forward onto his forearms, careful not to crush you, his forehead pressed to yours. His chest heaves against your breasts. Heās still buried deep inside you, his softening cock keeping his cum plugged in as much as possible. One of his hands releases yours so he can stroke your hair back from your damp forehead, his touch achingly gentle now.
āSei perfetta,ā he whispers, pressing soft kisses to your eyelids, your cheeks, the corner of your mouth. āMy perfect wife. Look at youā¦ taking all of me like that. So full of my cum. Fuck, I love you. I love you so much.ā
He doesnāt pull out. Instead, he shifts just enough to roll onto his side, pulling you with him so youāre tucked against his chest on the wide bench. One strong arm wraps around your waist, keeping you close, while his other hand strokes slow, soothing circles over your back. His cock stays nestled inside you, warm and spent, and every little shift makes more of his release leak out around him in a filthy, intimate reminder of what just happened.
The night air is cool against your overheated skin, but Lovinoās body is like a furnace around you. The wisteria vines sway gently overhead, purple blooms perfuming the air, while the distant fountain continues its soft music. He nuzzles into your hair, pressing kisses there between murmured words.
His hand slides down to rest possessively over your lower belly, thumb stroking the soft skin there like heās already imagining it round and full. He kisses your temple again, softer this time, and lets out a quiet, contented sigh.
āRest for a minute if you need it, Tesoro,ā he whispers. āBut Iām staying inside you. And when youāre readyā¦ Iām going to fuck you again. Slower this time. Or harder. Whatever you want. Just say the word and itās yours.ā
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin as he holds you close, the garden quiet and private around you both, the only sounds your mingled breathing and the occasional soft drip of his cum leaking from where youāre still joined. Heās not in any rush to move. Not when he has you exactly where he wants you, safe in his arms, thoroughly claimed, and already starting to stir again beneath him.
Iām so sad over the Mexico vs England gameā¦ because of this I will never write Arthur Kirkland x reader againā¦ matter of fact Iām deleting all of the Arthur Kirkland x reader fics Iāve posted. This is all your fault Arthur Kirkland.
Hey! Just wanted to wish you well and say I dearly miss your writing and updates. I hope you're doing well lovely <3
Hiiiiā¦ Iāve been MIA for a min idk had writers block, mental stuff, new job stuff, wedding stuffā¦ I could yap on and on ab why Iāve been gone but anyways I think Iām back (shout out to my husband for pushing me to come back despite the bs going on) ANYWHOOOOOOOO I will try to finish the Romano fic asap!!! And Iām still also planning on getting all your requests too!!! I LOVE YALLL
https://www.tumblr.com/noelletronics/810020229167153152/hiiii-i-love-your-writing-and-i-was-wondering-if Is this inspired by this fic on ao3? https://archiveofourown.org/works/25332142 because it seems like you copied it and changed some partsā¦.
These are two very different stories, anon. I hadnāt read that fic before writing mine. They share common tropes (party, enemies-to-lovers, Gilbert), but the setup, characterization, and writing are different. Itās just overlap in certain tropes.
God im not the original anon but imagine for me if you will werewolf sweden, wanting so badly not to hurt reader but also being so needy and desperate dhsjdhslgf
ANOOOONNN that is beautiful, Iāll be writing this once Iām done with other requests š any other monster req/ideas are welcome š
