Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

Prussia X Dominant!Uke?Male Reader: Sie Beherrschen (Lemon)

~ Third POV ~

He felt cold. He felt vulnerable. He felt helpless. And he fucking loved it. The feeling of the cold metal clasped around his wrists, turning the skin a dark red. His arms tired from being held over his head for so long, the handcuffs biting harder when he tried to relax them. A shiver racked through his chilling body, making the cuffs bite again. He growled at the pinch of pain, the small sound muffled by the gag firmly tied around his mouth.

Gilbert groans in aggravation, letting his head fall back in the pillows. His dark crimson orbs glaring at the milky ceiling, brows furrowed in pain. He nearly lies completely motionless, the only movement being the heavy rise and fall of his chest. His mind begins to wander, eventually beginning to ask himself questions.
How long has he been like this? He felt like he's been like this forever, since his position was extremely uncomfortable. But in reality, it's only been fifteen minutes. Fifteen minutes since he's been home, fifteen minutes since _____ bound him to the bed.

The soft clicking of a door opening and closing broke Gilbert's thoughts, his head quickly turning towards the sound. His eyes instantly fell on a dark figure near the door, unable to make out any facial features due to the dim lighting of the room. But he had a good idea who it was.
He tries to say something, wanting to tell you to untie him but the gag prevented him. He growls in irritation, pulling on the handcuffs in effort of breaking free. But when nothing prevailed, he sighed in defeat, flopping back into the pillows.

"If you could see how turned on you got me, you would stop struggling. But by all means, please continue, I'll just punish you harder.~" Gilbert made a choking noise in surprise, never expecting his sweet and innocent boyfriend to say something like that.
Daring to look over, Gilbert swore he felt his heart stop. There was _____, dressed in a black lace up corset, tight spandex boy shorts, and matching fishnet stocks. He had on black leather gloves, stopping halfway up his forearm, a leather riding crop in hand. His silky (h/c) hair ruffed a bit, a few strands falling into his dark (e/c) eyes.

Gilbert felt himself melt, shivering as his eyes trailed up and down _____'s body. That's when he noticed something. A medium sized box was tucked under his arm, the word 'Private' wrote crookedly across the side. Gilbert paled at the sight, knowing exactly what was in the box. Something tells him, tonight was going to be in forgettable.

~ Reader-Kun's POV ~

You slowly moved out from the dark shadows of the room, slowly stalking towards your trapped prey. You couldn't help but smirk as you teasingly sultry your way towards a defenseless Gilbert, your hips swaying with each step. Gilbert seemed memorized, unable to take his eyes away from your body.
Your smirk widened as you stopped, now standing above Gil, looking down at him. He looked so helpless and weak, something that didn't match his personality. And needless to say, when you said his struggling was turning you on, you weren't lying.

"Hello Gil, are you... Comfortable?" You asked, momentarily moving your eyes away from Gil to set the box you had down on the nightstand. You heard nothing besides the jingling of the cuffs, and muffled words, which made you giggle.
"Oh right, this might be in the way..." You said with a smile, reaching behind Gilbert's head to untie the gag which was one of his black ties. As soon as you pulled the fabric from Gil's mouth, he began to talk. A lot.

"_____, vhat is the meaning of zhis?! Ist isn't funny! I bet jou Francis and Antonio put jou up to zhis! Kesese, very funny, now let zhe awesome me-!"
SMACK!
"Ow! ____ vhat zhe hell has zhat for?!" Gilbert asked, shocked, as he looked down at the red mark across his milky chest. You grinned, giving the riding crop a small twirl before readjusting your grip on its handle.

"Shut up, you talk too much, you would sound so much better if you were..." You said, stopping mid-sentence, still grinning as you slowly crawl on the bed. The bed dipping from your weight, making Gilbert groan at movement. You chuckled, straddling his hips with ease.
Looking at his chest, you could the mark slowly fading, its color a light pink. Using your empty hand, you traced the mark, making Gilbert shiver. You chuckling, leaning down towards Gil's face.