Hetalia Lemons (RECONSTRUCTED EDITION)

Romano x Reader

Kinks: Piss kink, piss consumption, humiliation, shower sex

You had finally gotten home from work. The sweet release of being home and being able to shower and sleep was at your feet now. You took your work shoes off, which had been making you sore for as long as you could remember. Happily stripping out of your dress shirt and belt, dropping your pants at the bathroom door, you heard the shower running, meaning your fiancé, Romano, had already started to wash. Your panties slid down your legs and your bra off of your chest. 

Grabbing a towel from the cabinet and setting it atop the one Romano favored so dearly, you stepped into the shower. Your fiancé turned around, eyeing you happily. He was pretty clearly an asshole to the general public. As commonplace as it may seem, he couldn't find himself to be even remotely hurtful towards you. Not anymore at least.

Your start with Romano was relatively difficult, but that's because he made it that way, choosing to challenge you all he could in an attempt to intimidate you. You were persistent all the same, knowing you loved him and wouldn't have anyone other than him. His mutual feelings got the better of him, as he one day insisted that he actually did love you, and that he would do anything to repay you for how rude he was. You didn't want anything in return aside from his love and time, the rest of his life even. His love was all you had wanted since the day you had met him, and you were ever so grateful for it now.

You reached for the shampoo, being stopped by Romano's hand on your wrist. He looked you in the eyes, his fingers snagging the bottle from your grip. He placed it back and smirked in such a deviant manner as to send an intense wave up your spine. His other hand danced down your side, slowly curving around your hip, across your thigh and finally separating from your skin to grab onto his hard, proudly standing member. He tilted his head downward to the side.

"What is it?", you asked, bewildered by his sudden change in sexual course.

"I know in the bedroom we've always been equals, but I feel that before we get married, I should come out with something."

He stepped closer, pushing you onto your knees.

"I thrive off of the thought of humiliating you, running you absolutely ragged. I think it stems from how I used to bully you, wanting to bring you down while battling my feelings."

You looked up at him, his cock gave a good twitch above you.

"I'm your toy Romano, use me as such."

It was all the consent he had needed.

"You'll take very well to this, I'm sure.", he said, stuffing your mouth with his cock.

Your response came in suckles and slurps, taking in his tip first, giving it your undivided attention. You slowly brought yourself down and his cock further into your throat as you went about the ordeal. You could hear him make a small groan of sorts, not of his usual discomfort or annoyance, but one of those he let out when the two of you had sex and you did something he couldn't ever get enough of, such as deepthroating him. You thoroughly enjoyed any sound he made. His voice was something that, to you, was genuinely irreplaceable, even back when he harassed you every single day, you loved hearing him speak.

The head of his cock, sliding slowly down your throat at first, felt so wonderful and filling. Bringing it out and in at a slow pace helped you to breathe easier. You looked up at your lover, meeting his eyes. Romano cocked his head, looking down at you, watching as your head moved down, then up, then down again, repeating the pleasuring motion. You felt a hand on the back of your head.

"I've got this baby. You're a toy, no?"

He tangled his fingers into your hair (unless if you're bald, then he's just got a death grip on your skull) and started to push and pull your head towards him, thrusting roughly, meeting his own force. That familiar deepthroat sound in pornography resonated and echoed through the shower. His thighs hit your face a little, his balls pressing against your chin as he did so. The rough sensation of his cock forcing its way down your throat was relatively new. You looked up at him, your eyes pooling with choked tears.

He tilted your head upward and angled his hips a different way, allowing you to breathe easier and taking away some of the discomfort in your throat. His grip grew tighter as he began fucking your skull harder and harder. The feel of your lips around his hard, throbbing cock was wonderful. It made you feel like such a servant to him, something you relished more than you'd like to admit. He started to growl a bit, biting his lip as he stared at your beautiful face.

"Open your mouth!", he breathlessly commanded after yanking all of his cock out of your mouth.

You opened your mouth, getting ready for the familiar taste of his seed. He groaned loudly as he came, shooting it all into your mouth, some getting on your cheeks, a creamy drop or two on your forehead and nose. He sighed heavily, satisfied that he had came not only in your mouth, but also on your face. He started to smile, watching you attempt to wipe off every drop, getting it on your fingers and then licking it right off. You truly enjoyed the taste of his cum, sometimes even fantasizing about drinking it straight from a wine glass.

"You know what I need to do?", he asked.

You looked up, pulling a finger out of your mouth.

"No sir."

He shivered with delight as you called him sir.

"I'll show you, if you don't mind getting a little messy."

He stood proudly, hands on his hips, cock still erect. Your mouth partially opened in awe as he unleashed a golden shower. He watched with triumph as it descended upon your chest, your face, your thighs. He gently held your jaw open a bit more, urinating into your mouth, giving an encouraging touch on your throat. You swallowed his waste, not even so much as cringing or wincing the whole time. 

He kept urinating, having held it a little throughout the day. He despised public restrooms, and would never allow himself to use the ones they provided at his workplace. His neatly aimed stream found its way into your hair. He smirked at your suddenly fearful expression, enjoying the fact that you were genuinely concerned with your own condition. He finished, droplets trailing down the areas he deemed worthy of his own piss.

"I wouldn't freak out about the hair baby. Trust me, it's not bad for it at all."

He stepped out of the shower, telling you to stay right where you were. He disappeared into the bedroom you both had been sharing for so long, returning with his phone. He stood in front of you, getting the camera application ready. He absolutely had to photograph you like this. His urine, icing your body so sparingly, was a sight he absolutely wanted to see more of.

Satisfied with the pictures he had taken, he set his phone down. Having you make poses was also something he thoroughly enjoyed. Something so simple as having you spread your legs for his camera gave him more than enough to luxuriate in when you weren't there. He loved worshiping you just as much as he loved humiliating you. He tossed you your towel and smiled.

"So, how was that shower?", he asked.

"Golden.", you responded at the drop of a hat.

He sucked his teeth at the pun but was fighting against a smile.

"Part of the reason why I'm marrying you, yeah?"