hetalia_kink | Past Part Fills Part 2 -- CLOSED

Request: http://hetalia-kink.livejournal.com/10960.html?thread=18325200#t18325200
Romano x Romano I don't care how you do it. Just make it have alot of pronz

Hope vague pronz and more foreplay is okay op. And that it was fine for genderbending. Human names cuz it's how I roll~

She’s smaller than him, which shouldn’t surprise him. Smaller and curvier, though not as much as her sister. Though that might be simply because unlike her sister, Lovina wears her clothes loose, knee length skirts and tops buttoned up so there’s only the briefest hint of cleavage. Lovino still thinks she’s beautiful, though that’s rather narcissistic. She is him after all, merely in a woman’s body. He’s beginning to see why Antonio finds his blushes so cute.

“What the fuck are you staring at dammit,” Lovina swears, glaring at him from the couch. In the background he can hear the others talking, some getting along, some not. If he listens hard enough he can hear both of the England’s arguing over who caused this. Shrugging, Lovino steps further into the room, kicking the door shut. As a peace offering he holds up a bottle of wine, and rolling her eyes Lovina shifts, making room for her alternate.

They start with glasses, and yet in the end they simply swig from it, the bottle being passed back and forth. Lovina’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes slightly unfocused as she curls up against him, murmuring in a mix of English, Italian and even the occasional Spanish word will slip in. Lovino nods, slowly sipping from the bottle, his fingers somehow finding their way into her hair, dragging themselves through the loose curls.

Lovina sighs softly, letting her head flop onto his chest and Lovino wonders if she can hear the way his heart speeds up, the blush on his cheeks now caused by embarrassment and not alcohol. It’s been awhile since he’s had a girl draped over him, decades actually. And even then, he doesn’t remember them being so warm, so soft or that they smelled so good. Lovina smells of lavender, and lowering his head Lovino nuzzles her curls, chin bumping against the headband she wears.

There’s a stifled moan as she shivers, Lovina’s hands curling in his shirt as she wiggles slightly, brushing against her thigh. Lovino swallows, shifting back as he feels himself stiffen slightly. His body’s humming, she’s so closed, white teeth pressed into pale pink lips as she sits up. Lovino’s captivated, even as he apologises, “S-Sorr-”

She cuts him off, those pale pink lips pressed against him, Lovina straddling his legs. With a muffled groan, Lovino pulls her closer, shuddering when his alternate sits down his lap, pressed against his groin. Lovina keeps kissing him, one arm around his shoulders as the other pulls her headband off. Her hand then guides his fingers to the hair curl that bounces free, forcing him to hold it before she strokes his. Together they moan, her fingers rolling his curl while he strokes hers, both of them grinding against each other.

He’s the first to let go, clumsy fingers undoing her shirt as his tongue slips into her mouth, Lovina moaning her approval. They leave the top to hang loosely off her shoulders, Lovino breaking the kiss to press his lips to her collarbone, running shaky fingers along the edge of her pale pink bra. Lovina’s sigh is soft as she presses his hand against her breast, undoing the front clip of the brassiere, shuddering when Lovino pushes the cups away from her breasts, cupping one as his thumb swipes over the nipple. One, two, three more soft rubs and it’s hard and he lowers his head to suck slowly on it.

“F-fuck!” Lovina’s hands tug at his hair, her spine arching but the Italian man ignores her, switching to the other breast. Lovina cries out again, slipping into Italian as she manages to tear a hand away to rip open his top, pushing him back against the couch, her lips crashing against his and her own hands explore his chest.

Shuddering, Lovino lifts her, bringing Lovina to her knees. The girl whines as he kisses underneath her breasts, shifting even though there’s nothing to grind against. She mewls when his tongue slips into her belly button, swirling as his hands push her skirt up. Meeting soft cotton, he hooks his fingers into her panties, dragging them down, encouraged by her soft, “Sì… sì… per favore!” ’s

Once the underwear reaches her knees Lovina stands, letting them fall to the ground, stepping out of heels she’s stubbornly clung to. She’s so sexy, cheeks flushed, hair a mess from where he’s run his hands through it and her shirt and bra hanging off her chest. With a groan, Lovino forces himself to move, undoing his belt as she straddles his legs again.

“L-let me…” Lovina murmurs, Lovino nodding wordlessly as his alternate pulls his pants down, pausing at his boxers. A blush spreads across her cheeks, her teeth tugging at her now red lips, bruised from their kissing. He’s not an idiot, he can tell that for all her impulsive actions, she has no clue what she’s doing. If she really is him, it’s been a long time since she’s slept with a man, if she ever has.

“H-hey…” he starts to say, before kissing her again, softer this time. She’s him, he’s knows how fragile they are even if they won’t ever admit it. She meets his eyes when they pull apart, Lovino still cupping her face. Gently Lovina’s fingers press against his own cheek before returning to his boxers. The fabric is dragged off slowly, Lovina holding Lovino’s gaze even as her hands slip between his thighs, teasing the soft skin of his thighs. Lovino groans, hand slipping under Lovina’s skirt in retaliation, holding her tight as he leans forward to grab a condom out of his wallet.

He fiddles with the foil square as he sits back, hand slipping down the back of her thigh, resting behind her knee. Fingers stroke the skin there gently, Lovina moaning as her alternate kisses her softly. Shivering, her fingers cling to Lovino’s shirt, biting his lip gently before she pulls back. “H-hurry up d-dammit.”

Rolling his eyes, Lovino brings the foil square to his teeth ripping it open, catching the condom as Lovina shifts back to give him room. She watches, fascinated as he rolls it on, stifling a groan. His hand now free he grabs her behind her other knee, pulling her closer, the tip of his erection rubbing against her wet folds. Lovina shudders, hands on his shoulders as she shifts before pressing down slowly, Lovino catching her lips to muffle to soft moan that slips.

There’s the slightest hint of resistance, but the end she settled in his lap, panting softly and so is Lovino. She’s so tight, tight and warm and it’s been so long, he’s half missed this, even if he has Antonio. Lovina presses against her chest, Lovino’s hand firmly on her ass, groping it slightly as she rocks before lifting slightly. Then he holds on to her hips, tongue slipping into her mouth as he guides her down.

Lovina’s hold on his shoulders becomes progressively tighter the faster they move, the girl eventually bouncing in his lips. Through their groans and pants they managed to push out stuttered Italian swears, until Lovina’s mouth crashes down onto his. Not that Lovino’s complaining, as he digs his hand into her hair, thrusting into her tightness. He’s going crazy, or maybe he was already this mad. He is fucking his fucking alternate, himself, as a woman, and can you get more insane and self absorbed then that?

His fingers tangle in her curl, Lovino stroking in time with his thrusts. His head dips down again, drawing a nipple back into his mouth, teasing his tongue over the bud. Lovina gasps, never slowing even as she teases his own curl, her fingernails starting to cut into his skin. The pain only makes it better, makes it more real, lets Lovino know that this is not some crazy dream.

It doesn’t take long before Lovina cries out, fingernails digging in as she tightens around him, body freezing through her climax. Lovino’s voice joins her, holding her in place as he presses his mouth against the smooth skin of her shoulder. Together they shake until Lovina slumps first, panting and Lovino groans softly in response, nuzzling her shoulder slightly. Slowly their breathing evens out, Lovino shifting back with a soft groan, Lovina answering with a sleepy moan. Even though they’re tangled up they can’t be bothered to move, both versions of South Italy slipping into a calm doze.

Though that calm is shattered three seconds later when both their respective partners walk in, Antonia dropping the plate she was carrying as both Spain’s gape at their respective blushing and stammering Italians.

[Hope you enjoyed, op, other anons]

omg, yes. so hot. genderswap!self-cest was an awesome idea, anon :D

♥!

I love you so much anon.

This was so hot unfff

and lmao at the Spains XD

Glad you liked ♥

Jesus Christ. My two favorite things in Hetalia + smut. I am dead, anon. I just. Love you. <3

This is... incredibly hot. You did a good, a!a. A really, really good.

Past Part Fills Part 2 -- CLOSED

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OP~

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