Kinky Countries. (xReader)

Italy - Heirophilia

And hello again, Europe. More specifically - Italy! You absolutely adored Italy, both the country and the person. His place was just magnificent, with all the beautiful architecture and lovely people. The sky was blue with fluffy, white clouds creating art of its own, like the paintings of its history.

Italy was such a sparkly person, his bright, amber eyes always shining and his movements always so swift and exaggerated. Every time he greeted you, he did it with a smile, his arms wrapping around into a loving hug that always doused you in his delicious scent. Oh gosh, you loved the way he smelt, usually either of cologne or a freshly cooked meal. His voice flowed like music, a compliment always in his words like, - "Ciao, cara (Y/n)~!"

Ah yes, and just like that you were lost in the euphoria of his presence, being spun around in front of Trevi Fountain, where you planned to meet. You giggled and hugged back, "Ciao, Italy~! I was just thinking of you."

His cheeks turned a light shade of red, is lips turning up into a crooked smile as he stared down at you with shimmering eyes, "Really? About me? All good I hope."

You nodded and wrapped your arms around him once more, nuzzling into his chest, "Just that I never want your hugs to end!"

"Awwwwh, bella!" Italy picked you up again, cradling you and rubbing his head in your neck, "You're just too cute! You were on my mind too. I think about you a lot."

A lot? Wow... You never really considered yourself Italy's type, let alone someone to be on his mind 'a lot'. You hid your face and held his hand, swinging it bashfully, "Oh, you're just saying that." Italy always had a way with words, and you in particular were very weak to them. He's problem had years of experience, but it made you feel even better when you never saw him flirt with other girls. He did well to make you feel like the most important girl in the world.

He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed it, "No, I'm being honest. Believe me when I say, cara, that you plague my mind more than the rats of 1347." Your eyes widened, what kind of line was that? You held your laughter until he tilted his head, adding, "Too soon?"

Your eyes crinkled shut and you doubled over in a fit, "Yeah, maybe give it another hundred years!"

Italy laughed along with you, leading you closer to the fountain and pulling out two euro coins. He gave them to you and turned you around so that your back was facing the fountain, "Throw them over your left shoulder with your right hand, one at a time."

You did as you were told and tossed them in, hearing the light splash and dunk of the coins in the water. You giggled and turned around to see them, even though they were already gone, you just admired the fountain, "Is there any meaning to it or just for funsies?"

He twirled you around and placed his forehead against yours, his nose touching your and giving you Eskimo kisses, "Romance~ Maybe you'll find love here in Italy. Or maybe you already have?"

"Quite the charmer," you whispered, trying to hold in your fangirling of an attractive, Italian man coming onto you. You were certainly interested in what Italy had in store for you. What could this peppy Italian's kink be?

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"Dinner was delicious! And the people acted like they knew you, have you eaten there before?" You asked, holding your hands behind your back as you swayed down the dimly lit, open streets of Rome.

He smiled and looked up to the sky, the stars beginning to dot the orange that faded into night, "Yeah. They're a lovely, older couple who makes everything by hand. Not a lot of tourists find their little shop, they mostly go for the more expensive and luxurious looking places."

You followed his gaze, admiring the sky that still had some clouds, "Well, I think they're wonderful. I wouldn't mind going back there again." The two of you came to a stop in front of a large, square-looking, white building. Your mouth opened in an 'o' shape as you gazed up at it, "What's that?"

Italy's amber eyes sparked in a certain... Interest. You had a feeling you were about to see what he was so interested in, the kink that got him all hot and bothered. "Santa Maria Sopra Minerva."

"Santa Maria... Wha...?" Your mouth hung open as he revealed to you the inside. It was magnificent, absolutely stunning with shining lights and the deepest blue vaulted ceilings. It was, "A church?"

He nodded and gazed around the area, "It is one of Rome's few, Gothic churches, as apposed to the Baroque-style. This church gained its name from the site it was built upon - over sopra, the ruins of a temple for Minerva, the ancient goddess of wisdom." He paused to let you take it in, also to brave himself to tell you what he likes. He turned and bent down to whisper to you so that no one else could hear, "Bella (Y/n), have you heard of a kink called, 'Hierophilia'?"

"Haaaa, nope. What's it about?" You questioned, wondering why and how his kink had anything to do with the church.

Italy blushed and closed his eyes, chuckling nervously as he avoided meeting your gaze, "Well... Growing up, I learnt about sexual pleasure and such, making it really hard to stay a good, Catholic boy. Sometimes sitting in Church had gotten just a bit... arousing. It's kinda ironic, how we have such a strict view on sex and are shunned with any impure thought. But..." His shyness then turned into a sense of audaciousness and a ditzy desire, blood starting to drip from his nose as his cheeks became a brazen red, "But have you ever seen nun porn? Ah, mio Dio, so sexy. And the book of Solomon always gave me a hard-on."

You swallowed thickly, the thought of Italy being aroused was a sure sight in your mind. You gave a small smile, believing you got the idea, "Oh! So it's like a religious kink. Does that mean you like dressing up and acting out religion in sex?"

"In a way, yes. But it can branch into anything," he added, stepping forward and down the isles. You got to the end, tall candles, three of each, on either side of an almost equally tall cross, "Sometimes it could just be the penetrations of something used in the person's religion or whatnot. Personally, I enjoy using a cross, as opposed to someone using the Star of David. But I guess it could work for anyone, religious or not, as long as you use religion ... er ... things? I guess I'm not all that good at explaining it. Haha..."

"No, I think I get it," you said, imagining how to use a cross as a dildo, or better yet, the Star of David. "Can you get religious sex toys?"

Italy giggled, a bit of drool threatening to come out of his mouth, "Oh yeah. You can get dildos of a Nun or Jesus on the Cross. My personal favourite is called a Holy Water Plug." He stifled his embarrassment, though he wasn't afraid of talking about these things to Germany or Romano, you were a different matter. He didn't want to scare you off or think that he's too weird to be around. But at your curious silence, obviously trying to think of what a 'Holy Water Plug' is, he informed you, "It's a sex toy that includes two inches of shiny, cold metal that you stick down your urethra in the name of Jesus Christ. Out of the little cross on the end comes an au naturel sort of holy water. It's a great experience for both guys and girls, I was hoping to use it on you."

Your eyes widened, your lips mouthing the word, 'oh', but Italy didn't see.

He turned to look down at you with a smile, "Have you ever had something in your urethra, (Y/n)?"

"I don't think so," You answered. Idiot! What kind of answer is that?

Italy gave another chuckle, his foot lightly kicking at the ground as he had his hands in his pockets, looking at the cross between the candles bashfully, "Well I hope you'll let me do it. The urethra is one of the greatest pleasure spots on the human body."

It was an interesting request but hey, "I'm here to learn...?"

Your uncertainty was evident and Italy wanted nothing more than to make you feel comfortable. He grabbed your hands in his and held them, running his thumbs over your knuckles, "Trust me, bella."

A light blush decorated your cheeks, a smile unable to contain itself, "I do."

You were walking back down the street, hand-in-hand with Italy in romantic silence. He was smiling, admiring the stars while you were still thinking over his kink. What was it again? Herra... Herro... Religious Kink. You'll look it up again before you start the article. You thought about his duties as a Catholic and what this kind desire must do to him. "Hey, Italy," you said, timidly, gaining his attention with your sweet voice.

His smile not faltering, he replied almost immediately with a hum.

You licked your lips, preparing to speak to him from under his heated gaze, "Do you ever feel guilty for experience a sexual kink such as this?"

Italy parted his lips before smirking, "Yeah, I do. Though guilt has both positive and negative outcome. It can pay attention to-a conduct that requires responsible action, conversely, you can also use guilt to inflict emotional and physical pain within yourself and others."

Your mouth was gaping. Conduct? Conversely? "Italy! Are you hearing yourself speak?! I didn't know you were so... literate."

He let go of your hand, taking a step back, his eyes closed and his mouth dropping, "I'm not stupida, bella..."

Quickly, you fixed yourself, fretting over him, "N-No! I didn't mean it like that! What I meant was, ah, well, you know! Yeah, you know...?" Your hands were waving all over the place, trying to grasp an excuse for your poor words.

Eventually, he laughed and grabbed your hands again, smiling down at you, "I know-a. Si, I've-a been trying to 'up my English'. Germany says it would be beneficial for me to work on my communication skills! How do you think I'm doing?"

In complete relief, you fell into him, "Oh my goodness, you had me freaking out!" You exhaled and laughed, wiping a tear from your eye, "I think you're doing great."

"I'm glad!" He began pulling you along once more, "C'mon! My-a home is just up here."

You came up to a tall, brick house with green plants and purple flowers hanging from the windows. He opened the door for you and you entered first, "Thank you." As you walked in, you instantly found yourself at peace with the atmosphere. It smelt beautiful! Of herbs and freshly cut grass. You imagined yourself in a lovely, secluded home in a forest. There were cream, decorated rims along the roof and paintings on the walls. Stairs lead up and hallways walked off in different directions, except left, which was an open lounge room. Walking in there, another large, arch way lead to a dining room and kitchen, glass, sliding doors showing you the outside. There was a small fence that you could (probably) jump over (though knowing your clumsy self you'd get caught on it). You also noted a garden patch, the one you could see had herbs and they were flowering.

Italy sighed, "I really need to trim my plants." He placed his keys on the kitchen counter and asked while grabbing a glass, "Would you like a drink?"

You were busy looking around his homey home, your voice quite, "Uhm, yes please. Water, please." You heard him grab another glass and pour fresh, filtered water in it. He did the same for himself and walked over to you, handing you your beverage. You thanked him and took a sip, not realising how much you needed this. You sighed in happiness, "Italy, your home is amazing! I love it!"

"Grazie~ I try my best to make it as comfortable as I can." He swallowed his drink and placed the cup on the counter, "Sometimes the outside world is scary, so I like to come home and feel safe. And you're not safe unless you're comfortable!"

You giggled and placed the glass at your lips, "I totally agree."

He watch your throat as you swallowed the water, his amber eyes glistening and observing you, loving the look of a stray droplet sliding down your chin over your constricting muscles. He could only imagine his cock down your throat, his cum pouring out of your lips as you struggled to swallow his seed. He cleared his throat and licked his lips, "Ragazza, I'd really like to show you my kink now."

You almost choked on your drink, but managed to contain yourself. You placed the cup down and stuttered, though not intentional, "R-Right! Yes, let's." Could you be any more nervous? C'mon! It was only Italy. And a kink involving religion. And a possibility that something was going to go into your urethra, the place that you pee, where things come out not go in.

He could see your anxiety and it kind of hurt, "(Y/n), if you don't want to do this with me, I understand -"

"No!" You shouted, grabbing him a little too desperately, "I do, I'm sorry. I don't mean to be like this it's just that... I guess..." You had to spit it out, you didn't know any other way to say it, "I'm scared of the urethra!"

You shut your eyes and cringed away, not wanting to hurt his feelings. Instead, Italy hugged you, rubbing your back soothingly, "That's it? (Y/n), if you don't want to do something, then all you have to do is say. I won't push you into doing something you don't want to do."

You actually felt relief wash over you, sinking into him and holding him tight, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to disappoint you."

He pulled back and smiled down at you, brushing back your hair and smoothing his hand over your face, "(Y/n), don't worry about it. I don't mind if you don't wanna do something." He hugged you again, swaying you side to side and humming. You smiled and laughed, your emotions full of fun. Soon enough, he asked again, "Did you still want to continue our night?"

Your cheeks reddened and you nodded, unable to keep your eyes on his, "I-I would really like that."

Italy grinned and grabbed your hand, leading you upstairs, "I'm so glad. I've been excited for this ever since the meeting you announced it."

Your eyebrows drew together, your lips curled into a small smirk, "It was YOUR idea for me to 'participate' in this stuff."

He gave you a cheeky smile, "Yeah, but YOU are the one who followed through with it."

"Point," you muttered, unable to argue with that.

Italy closed the door behind him as you both entered the bedroom. It was pretty plain, with dark, maroon walls and a cream-coloured roof. There was a cross on the wall above his queen sized bed and another door to the right leading to a bathroom. Next to that, adjacent to the door leading out, was a closet, and to the left of the room was a set of drawers and a mirror. How bizarre there were no windows. You turned around to see Italy leaning against the door, his amber eyes glowing in interest at you, "(Y/n), shall I be the worshiper? It may be easier for you and that's where my kink comes into play. However, I don't mind either way, if you want to be the submissive one."

"I..." You were unable to wrap your head around what he means.

He smiled and walked up to you, smoothing his hands over your curves, his mouth coming to your neck, "Ah, you're so beautiful." He gently pushed you to sit down on the bed before kneeling in front of you, "It can get intense, but tonight, we shall lose ourselves in a more consensual pleasure." He slipped off your shoes and lay them neatly to the side. He looked into your shimmering, (e/c) eyes with a heated gaze of his own, his voice raspy and heavy with his Italian accent, "Let me please you, my Divinita (deity). Let me show you how dedicated I am to you. I will lay down my body for your pleasure."

He slid your dress up and pushed you back, sliding down your underwear ever so slowly. Your face heated up significantly, your eyes trained on the roof. What were you doing? You were supposed to be an unmatched being! And here you were, allowing a mere mortal to take over? If you've learnt anything over the past few weeks, it's that you must become more confident in yourself. Everyone you've had fun with has been utterly supportive of you, and you had for them. Why would Italy be any different. You sat up before he could place his mouth any farther up your thigh, gripping his hair with your hand. He looked up in surprise and worry, about to open his mouth to apologise, thinking he'd done something wrong, when you spoke over him with a smirk, "Little errand boy, tending to my needs. You do realise that in order to fully succeed in this, you must first sin. Can you handle that?"

His eyes widened and his heart raced, you were opening up! His cheeks turned a shade of red, and he unintentionally replied in Italian, "Si. Io capisco, mi Divinita." (Yes. I understand, my Deity).

With a huff, you pushed him back down to his place, spreading your legs eagerly for his warm mouth, "That makes me so happy~ Then go, please me, follower. Make me orgasm~"

"With pleasure, mi Divinita," he breathed, his tongue coming out between his lips and licking you along your pussy. You let out a loud moan, arching your back for more. He pushed himself further, devouring you out of pure lust. He felt sickened, disgusted, shameful; all in the best ways! God was looking down on him in a loss of hope as he pleased you mercilessly. You moans and cries of pleasure only doing more to arouse him. His pants came unbearably tight, but that only added to the punishment he was to receive for such actions. You were a Divinty of Lust, and he was powerless against you.

"Ah, Yes~! My little errand boy, you're making me - cum!!" You squealed out in absolute delight, your essence dripping out of you and onto his awaiting tongue. Italy pulled away and rolled on your side with a big smile across your face. Your hazy eyes caught something poking out from under the bed, "Hm?" You reached down and grabbed it, your fingers curling around a smooth, wooden cross. You sat up and pulled your dress over your knees, admiring the cross.

Italy was on the floor, not even looking at you. You frowned and hit his head with the top of the cross, making him squeal, "Ah! Wh-What was that for?"

When he looked up at you, he saw you laxed on the bed, one leg over the other and bouncing up and down. You carelessly twirled the cross around your fingers, "You're not allowed to pay attention to anyone but me, got it? I am your Divinity, you must worship with no falter."

"Mie scuse, mi Divinita," He rasped, crawling up the bed, "Tell me how to repent."

You smirked and leaned forward, your lips brushing over his as you ordered, "Remove your clothing."

"As you wish," he purred, not hesitating in following through with your orders. Once he was kneeling in front of you, completely naked, you dragged the cross down his chest, the corner leaving a light, red mark.

He hissed in delight, sucking in a breath when you started toying with his cock. You picked up his penis the cross' right angle, the member becoming more erected. You crawled to lean above him, though he was kneeling, you pressed yourself against his chest, "My little errand boy, though you've made me cum, I fear it's not enough. I want more~" You nibbled on his ear and roughly flicked the cross, his cock jolting, "What're you going to do to me?"

Italy gave a low growl, grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it up, "First-a, my Divinita, it would be best if you were naked." You allowed him to undress you fully, your clothes being tossed gently to the side. Italy lay you down, his soft hands caressing yours as he took the cross from you, doing the same to you as you did him, though a lot softer. When he reached your still, wet pussy, he slipped the cross inside you, making you gasp at the cool and rigid feeling. He smiled affectionately down at you, "Then, I will once again arouse you to the point of begging, my Divinita."

"Italy~ Ah, yes~" You moaned, arching your hips up for more. He pleasured you with the cross, taking it out and rubbing the wet end over your clit. You nibbled on your lip, holding in a throaty groan. Your eyes were shut in pure delight. Eventually, you opened them, at first seeing white before making out the shape of the Italian man before you. You reached up and cupped his cheeks, "Make love to me, errand boy. Satisfy your Deity."

"With pleasure, mi Divinita." He set the cross aside and placed himself between your legs, prodding your entrance before sliding his thick member in your squelching sheath. You allowed a long moan to leave you as his tip reached your end, satisfying you with the fullness he provided.

Italy started off slowly at first, whispering Italian words that only you could hear, but couldn't understand. Bolts of pleasurable electricity shot through you, your mouth gasping for air as he made love to you. He took you in long, calculated strides. You had never witnessed him be so attentive before, and it made you feel like the only girl in the World. His cock rubbed your insides, your walls delightfully clenching around him with every thrust and movement. The sound of your fluids occasionally reached your ears when yours or Italy's voice broke, before circling back again.

His pace fastened and it only did you well to feel the building up of pleasure inside you again. You were so lost in it you almost forgot the situation. Italy huffed as he became rougher, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of you as he grit his teeth, "Such-s sin. A filthy, disgusting sin." His amber eyes opened to stare hungrily into your hazy ones, "But I can't get enough of you."

Slowly, you reached up and gripped his curl, harshly tugging on it, but not enough to hurt him. You brought him down to you and whispered in his ear, "Then you better atone for it. You're not allowed to cum until you repent. Give your shameful words to the God that will hear, ask for forgiveness."

He growled and moved his hands to your hips, adjusting you into a position that let him hit you deeper. You yelped in surprise and desire at this new placement. He began uttering words in Italian again, repeating them over and over until his inevitable release, "Perdonami, Padre, perché sto peccando. La lussuria ha preso il controllo di me, e io mi sono sbriciolato sotto di esso." (Forgive me Father, for I am sinning. Lust has taken control of me, and I have crumbled beneath it.)

You climaxed, urging Italy to follow. His hot seed spilt inside you, filling you over the edges and making you feel all warm and gooey inside. It was an odd feeling, but one you would gladly take again from this man. Your orgasm had you spasming, your hands gripping his shoulder blades as if he was going to disappear and this feeling would be over with. But no, instead the feeling lingered, leaving you tingly, and the man was still on top of you, his warm embrace only washing you in comfort.

The huffing and puffing of your breaths was soon broken by Italy's breathy voice, "There are many ways to atone for this sin. I usually whip myself before climax, but sometimes people go as far as murder." His grip on you tightened, almost painfully, "For I have sinned, and you have sinned, the only punishable repent would be death."

You turned your head to gaze at him, now lying beside him. His serious look didn't fool you though. You punched his arm, maybe a little too roughly, and pouted, "Don't ruin this moment with that!"

He only laughed and brought you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, "Mi dispiace, Divinita (Y/n)."

Your pout soon turned into a smile, your eyes closing and your body sinking into his, wanting this moment to last for a little while longer.

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