Germany had a secret. And he was planning on keeping it until the day he died. And that secret? He had a daddy kink. God, he had it bad. Whenever he found himself underneath Italy, it took everything in him not to slip up and say it. As much as he longed for Italy to be his loving, dominant Daddy, he believed it would be best if he kept his desire to himself.

However, everything changed on that fateful Sunday night.

The two of them returned home after a dinner date, a bit tipsy from the alcohol they'd consumed at the restaurant. Germany soon found himself pinned against the living room wall, Italy's leg slipping between his thighs and forcing them apart. Their lips came together in a heated kiss, noses and foreheads bumping. Germany's mouth opened, and Italy's tongue was on his, and his heart practically leaped out of his chest.

"Bedroom?" Germany asked when they parted.

Italy grinned at him. "Of course, love."

Germany followed his husband upstairs, practically tripping with excitement. When they made it to the bedroom, Germany was pinned to the wall once again, captured in another hungry kiss. That shameless tongue dove into his mouth once again, warm and slick and calling his out to play. One of Italy's hands slid under his shirt, ascending his torso until it cupped his pectoral. Two fingers tugged at his nipple, and Germany threw his head back, wincing as it banged against the bedroom wall.

The feeling of Italy's hand on his chest, along with the large glass of beer in his system, had Germany's head buzzing. Words formed deep in his throat and escaped his mouth before he could even consider what he was saying.

"P-Please, Daddy…"

And everything froze.

Italy slowly looked up, those caramel eyes wider than Germany had ever seen them.

Germany swallowed, feeling nausea brewing in his stomach. Oh God. I've fucked up. I've fucked up, and I've fucked up big time. Germany bit his lip, waiting for Italy to lose his shit, to slap him or push him away or call him a pervert or freak.

Italy raised an eyebrow. "Did you just call me Daddy?"

Germany shook his head. "I didn't call you Daddy. It's a… it's a German word! It sounds a lot like Daddy, but it actually means, uh, it means…"

"What a surprise," Italy's mouth was spreading into a broad grin. "My husband has a Daddy kink."

Germany was barely able to look Italy in the eye. "I'm so, so sorry. I didn't mean to say it. I'm sure you're not into that sort of thing, I won't say it again, it just…"

Italy cupped Germany's face. "How about this, amore? If you'd like… I can be your Daddy tonight."

Germany nodded, feeling his heart begin to thump with excitement. "Please."

"Please, who?"

Germany swallowed. "Please, Daddy."

Italy traced the sharp slant of his jawline with the tip of his index finger. "And what do you want Daddy to do to you?"

Germany shivered, the hair on his arms standing up straight. "I want you to fuck me, Daddy." He said it slowly, the words filthy and new on his tongue.

Italy's smile grew predatory. "That's my good boy. Come on, let's go to the bed."

Germany soon found himself spread out on the mattress, with Italy on top of him. Italy gripped the hem of his shirt, removing it with so much force that Germany was worried it would rip. The smaller man immediately bent down to flick his tongue against a pink nipple, drawing a high-pitched moan from Germany's lips.

"Oh, fuck," Germany hissed as a warm pair of lips latched onto his nipple, sucking at the sensitive nub. "Fuck, that feels so good."

Italy released Germany's nipple with a wet pop. "Don't be shy, amore. You know what to call me."

"Daddy," Germany whined, his hips jerking off the bed. "More, Daddy, please."

Italy took Germany's nipple back into his mouth again, swirling his tongue around the tiny bud until his lips were sore. When Italy pulled away, the blond's nipple was tender and pink, shiny with spit. Italy switched to the other nub, earning another pleasured cry from his lover.

Just having his nipples played with was enough to send the blood straight to Germany's cock, that familiar heat building between his legs.

"Shit," Germany whimpered. "I'll come if you keep doing that. I wanna come by having you inside me, Daddy, please."

Italy withdrew his mouth from Germany's nipple, a strand of saliva connecting his mouth to the swollen bud. "Of course, love. Daddy's gonna make you come so hard." He reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand, flipping open the cap.

Germany wriggled out of his pants, leaving him in nothing but his tight black boxers, stretched taut over his arousal. Italy helped him out of the remaining garment, tossing it to the bedroom floor.

"Spread your legs for me, darling," Italy said, patting Germany's thigh.

Germany did as he was told, watching as Italy coated his fingers with lube. A wet finger teased his eager hole, then slipped inside. Germany hissed at the feeling of the cold lube against his sensitive walls.

Italy wiggled his finger, letting out a satisfied hum when it grazed Germany's prostate, earning a soft moan from the larger man.

"Another finger, Daddy," Germany pleaded. He rocked his hips back and forth, as if he was trying to ride Italy's hand. "B-Bitte?"

Italy could feel his heart (and cock) swell at the sound of being called 'Daddy' again. He brought a second finger to Germany's entrance, then pushed it inside with a sound that was vulgar and slick. He pumped the fingers in and out a few times, Germany's greedy hole hugging them tight. Heart pounding with anticipation, he added finger number three, feeling Germany stretch around his probing digits. He flexed his fingers, opening the blond up and preparing him for what was to come. He slid his fingers out of Germany's rear, watching the hole twitch and clench around nothing. The room suddenly felt unusually hot, and Italy realized he was still fully dressed.

"Looks like I still have all my clothes on," Italy chuckled. He slipped out of his shirt, sighing as his skin was exposed to the cool air of the bedroom. He unzipped his pants, revealing the prominent bulge in his boxers.

"Tell me, love," Italy began, shucking off his underwear. "Are you gonna be a good boy for Daddy?"

"I will," Germany assured, nodding his head. "I'll be so good for you, Daddy, I promise."

Italy kissed his forehead. "That's what I like to hear." He gave his cock a few strokes, then aligned it with Germany's entrance. He looked up at Germany, who whimpered a shaky 'please', and that was all the permission Italy needed. Italy pushed his hips forward, slotting himself in Germany's hot body.

Germany felt himself stretch to adapt to Italy's generous size, his mind fuzzy from the feeling of Italy's arousal buried deep inside him.

Italy squeezed his eyes shut, then opened them and found himself face-to-face with a beautiful sight. Germany's eyes were glazed over, pupils dilated until his irises were nothing but thin circles of blue. His cheeks were tinged with blush, the tip of his tongue poking between pink lips. He looked like an angel, but also like some sort of filthy sex god. Those glacial eyes flicked upwards to reach Italy's gaze, and those plush lips parted to speak.

"F-Fuck me, Daddy."

Oh, God. Italy felt like he was going to die, right then and there. He pulled his hips back, then snapped them forward with a primal growl.

"Yes," Germany moaned, wrapping his arms around Italy's neck. "God, you feel so good."

Italy slid himself nearly all the way out, then plunged back in, lower lip caught between his teeth. The bed creaked in time with his movements, and he could only pray that none of the neighbors were listening too closely.

Germany hooked his legs around Italy's waist, pulling him closer and pushing the brunette's cock even deeper into his ass. All he wanted was to feel the weight of Italy's body on top of him, his warm breath against his face, to be close to his husband.

His Daddy.

"Harder, Daddy," Germany panted as his prostate was struck for what felt like the millionth time. "You're so big. Feels so good…"

Italy slammed mercilessly into his husband's tight heat, their pelvises colliding with every thrust.

Germany couldn't think straight. All he knew was that Italy was absolutely pounding him, and it felt so, so goddamn good. Every nudge to his sweet spot drove him mad, pushing him even closer to the edge. And Italy was relentless, sliding in and out, over and over again, until the tension snapped and Germany came with a resounding, sensual moan. Germany felt hot, thick splatters of his own seed hitting his stomach, his neglected cock twitching between his thighs.

Italy wasn't far behind, his muscles clenching from his imminent climax. Two final, powerful thrusts, and he reached his peak, spilling himself inside his exhausted husband.

Germany, still dizzy with pleasure, hissed when he felt Italy pulling out of his reddened hole.

"Fuck," Germany groaned, feeling Italy's release leaking from his abused entrance. "That was intense. I think I'm going to have to limit how often I call you Daddy."

Italy pouted. "Why?"

Germany gestured to his spent body. "Because you absolutely destroyed me, Liebling. But as soon as I can walk normally, I'll call you that again."

"Do you promise?" Italy asked, holding out his hand.

Germany weakly interlocked his pinky with Italy's. "I promise."