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One More Time - Germany X Reader (LEMON)

One More Time



Green, red and blue lights danced across the floor, not caring who was standing in the way.


Not even the big bad Ludwig.


Sighing, he slumped himself onto a bar stool and watched all the couples and friends dancing under the strobe lights.


'Some Birthday zis is turning out to be', he thought to himself as Gilbert walked over and sat next to Ludwig, letting out an overly dramatic sigh.


“Bruder, vhy aren't you dancing vith zhe girls?,” he asked as he cast his eyes over to a group of girls who were giggling and blushed when Ludwig's eyes ghosted over them. He just gave a small huff as a retort.


Gilbert rolled his eyes and nudged Ludwig toward the dance floor, but when he didn't budge, he groaned in exasperation.


“Ludwig, I took you hier so you could have a little fun vith zhe awesome me! And maybe make a lady friend?” He winked suggestively at Ludwig, who only blushed and shook his head rapidly.


“Nein. No von hier is alone,” he stated blandly. Gilbert shook his head and gave a 'tsk tsk' before pointing into a small circle of dancing people, where he saw a girl dancing in what was almost a silhouette.


And the way she moved, she looked like a goddess among mortals.


As Ludwig got closer, he managed to see that the girl had short, spiked (h/c) hair with gorgeous (e/c) eyes and not to mention a REALLY nice body.


The girl twirled in a circle and threw her arms above her head as a new song came on, making the girls cheer and the guys whistle. Some of them even went into the circle and started dancing with her one by one. She talked to them a little while they danced together, but she seemed to be alone.


Seeing this, Gilbert grinned and pushed Ludwig forward and, to his dismay, right into the circle with the girl, who just laughed and continued dancing. Twirling around, she brought her eyes back to his as he stood there awkwardly. Slowly, she breaks out into a beautiful smile.


“You don't dance, I take it?”


Blushing a little by just the sound of her voice, he swallowed hard and shook his head.


“I-I am no good at dancing,” he said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.


She smiled again and he nearly melted.


“Who cares if other people think you're good or bad? Dancing is a form of self-expression!” She said.


Still, Ludwig wouldn't budge. Instead, he simply tugged at the collared button-up he was wearing as a small sweat bead rolled down the back of his neck. Chuckling softly, you moved closer to him and soon had your arms up at the buttons on his collar.


“Well first off, you have to be comfortable in whatever you're wearing!”


Once you finished undoing the buttons, you tossed the shirt over your shoulder and into the crowd of shy girls, who were eyeing you with daggers.


Ludwig's eyes went from those stupid girls to the gorgeous one in front of him.


It was weird. He felt like you were dancing just for him. Like that it was only the two of you, and no one else.


Then all of a sudden, loud cheering brought him crashing back to reality.


The girl with him gasped then grinned.


“Yes! I love this song!”


And with that, her already beautiful dancing had even more passion and energy.


And it seemed like her energy was contagious, for he found his body to be swaying slightly to the music in the same rhythm as her hips.


How he wished he could claim them as his own.


As dirty thoughts began to cloud his mind, he began to feel a heat in his lower abdomen and his skin started to feel like it had been set on fire.


Clearing his throat, he blushed a little and watched the girl dance.


“So tell me, vhat is your name?”


You smiled and stopped dancing for a moment, extending your hand. “(f/n). So you're German, yes?”


He nods quickly and you burst into a grin.


“Very cool!”


Taking your hand, Ludwig raises it above your head and you find yourself spinning around, then back to him. You let out a laugh, and Ludwig chuckled quietly, trying to suppress the naughty thoughts he was having about your beautiful body as you spun.


And suddenly, Ludwig's hands glided over to your waist as he began dancing with you. Grinning, you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she kept singing the phrase 'One more time' along with the Daft Punk song that was playing.


And the rest of the time Ludwig spent in the club with (f/n) seemed like a dream.


Until Gilbert came over with a bunch of girls hanging all over him.


He grinned at his brother. “Ludwig, I don't think I vill be home until tomorrow. Happy birthday, mein Bruder!”


And he was gone without another word. Ludwig slapped his palm to his forehead, unaware of the hand that squeezed his shoulder.


“Hey, what's the matter?” You asked with genuine concern.


Sighing, Ludwig made his way back over to the bar and grabbed his jacket.


“Zhat vas my brother, Gilbert.....und he vas my ride home,” he groaned in frustration before putting his jacket on. “Vell, I'd better get valking.”


He started to leave after muttering a quick 'goodbye' only to have an arm grab him at his elbow and turn him around.


“Whoa whoa whoa. Walking? You're WALKING home?”


Ludwig blinked and nodded slowly. “Ja, vhy?”


Shaking your head you smiled to yourself and dug through your jeans pocket for your car keys.


“I'll take you home, Ludwig.”


Ludwig's cheeks tinted a rosy red as he shook his head. “Nein! You do not have to do zhat!”


“But I want to,” you said, looking up into his pale blue eyes.


After a moment of searching them for a hint of falseness but finding none, he sighed and nodded.


“If you must.”


And with that, you grabbed his arm and took him out of the club and to your red convertible in the parking lot.


The drive home was purely blissful; Ludwig was actually able to keep up a decent conversation and even made you laugh a couple times. You guys talked about a lot of things; from video games to movies, from music to good novels. You two seemed to have a lot in common.


In fact, Ludwig was fairly certain that he had more than just a sexual attraction to you.


Your car stopped at Ludwig's house and reluctantly, he unbuckled his seat belt and looked at you with an almost sad look in his eyes.


“So tell me: vill I....ever see you again?”


The sudden seriousness in the question made you blush.


“I-I hope so. I had a lot of fun tonight.”


Smiling, he leans over and gently ghosts his lips over yours before actually pressing them together.


You gasped softly, slowly melting into the sweet, gentle kiss given to you from this German man.


This wasn't normally like you. Sure, you'd taken a couple guys home and they've hit on you, but you had never felt so comfortable with a guy.


The kiss quickly grew more passionate as Ludwig grasped your hair at the back of your head desperately, as if he needed more. Groaning, you start to nip at his bottom lip, making him grunt in satisfaction before he parted for air.


You were both panting, and somewhere in your stomach, you felt something begin to churn with desire.


The German man smiled seductively, making your heart only beat faster as he reached out and caressed your cheek. However, as he turned to open his door, your hand shot out to grab his.


“Wait!”


He turned his head back to yours to see that you were blushing deeply. He chuckled and turned back to you.


“Yes?”


Swallowing, you opened your mouth and the words just tumbled out.


“Do we really have to say goodbye?”


Smirking, Ludwig gripped your chin and kissed you roughly, his tongue delving into your mouth, memorizing every inch of it. Whimpering, your hands grabbed his shoulders as his snaked around your waist, bringing your bodies as close as they could get despite your seat belt still being fastened. Pulling away, Ludwig's pale hands reached for the buckle, quickly undoing it. Looking back up at you with a seductive smile, his eyes locked with yours.


“Ve don't have to..” He trailed off before opening his car door and stepping out of your convertible, looking back at you with that same smile.


With shaky breathing, you quickly climbed out of your car and was at his side in a moment. On the walk up the stone path to his house, Ludwig's hand had found yours and squeezed gently, making you blush.


You both reached the top step to the house as Ludwig took his key and unlocked the door, holding it open for you. Once you stepped inside and the door shut, Ludwig took your hand and led you upstairs to a white door. He went inside before you and when you stepped in, you had to take in all the beautiful art that it was decorated with.


Your thoughts soon flew out the window when Ludwig grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him in a rough kiss as his hands roamed your body, touching your skin and digging his fingertips into your back, making you groan loudly.


He groaned softly as he grabbed your hair again and tugged on it, pulling your head back. When Ludwig's teeth found your neck, he nipped it lightly at first, then ran his tongue over the same spot before sucking on it gently, causing you to moan and tighten your grip on his shoulders.


When he pulled away again, you two were both shaking, your eyes dilated with passion.


He gently pushed you onto his bed and climbed over you, straddling your hips. You groaned as something hard pressed against your thigh, making you buck your hips slightly. Ludwig smiled as his hands began working on your top, casting it off on the floor with a jerk of his wrist, exposing new territory to be explored.


You moaned loudly when Ludwig took one of your nipples into his mouth and grazed his teeth against it roughly before suckling it.


“A-Ahh, Ludwig!”


He merely made a small noise of satisfaction and began to massage your other breast with his free hand, tripling the pleasure that shot up your spine. You arched your back and Ludwig chuckled softly.


Mm. Du bist eine böses Mädchen.” He said as his kisses descended down your stomach, forcing you to gasp as his warm fingers seized hold of your shorts button.


Nng. Arbeit mich.” You pleaded as he smirked, pulling your shorts and underwear off and tossing them away carelessly.


“I didn't know you spoke German,” Ludwig said before kissing you roughly and pushing his finger against your clit, forcing a cry to leave your lips. He growled against your lips in such a deep voice it made you shudder.


“I-I was a German three student,” you said before moaning loudly from Ludwig's finger spearing into your core.


He groaned and gently moved his finger around inside you. “You're so vet, (f/n). It's so good.”


Ludwig looked up at you with a sly grin on his face.


You were trembling from the pleasure he'd given you so far, and he'd barely started yet.


And yet, he could barely contain himself. Your body, the way you walked, your eyes, everything! It was all so intoxicating to him.


His eyes suddenly flashed back to you, unaware of him pumping his fingers into your core until he saw you crying out his name in a harsh stutter.


Smirking, Ludwig climbed back over you and straddled you again as he removed his shirt while you went to work on his pants. Your trembling fingers managed to unclasp the button and he eased them off along with his boxers. He leaned down and kissed you again, this time more gentle. He pulled away to whisper in your ear.


“Zis vill hurt, und I'm sorry for zat.”


You felt a twinge of pain as he entered you, but from there he kept completely still until you were fully recovered. You gave a small nod to Ludwig and he began to move.


Ludwig was merciless then; he moved in harsh, nonrhythmic patterns that you just couldn't wrap your head around. You dig your nails into his back and he groans your name.


“Gott, (f/n), you're so tight,” he said as he grunted, thrusting into you at a faster and harder pace.


It all felt so good to you. Its like you just flew away to some island where you didn't have to worry about anything.


“Ludwig!” You cried out as the skin-to-skin battering continued in his rough manner.


“Gut, (f/n). Call for me. Scream my name,” he whispered harshly into your ear before descending on your neck and licking it. All the pleasure just kept building and building until you finally couldn't take it anymore. You screamed his name as your body started to convulse, your head thrown back and back arched as far as it would go. Ludwig groaned loudly as he grabbed your hips, burying himself deeper inside you before his own orgasm. He shuddered as his eyes rolled back in his head before falling forward, catching himself by planting his hands on either side of your head, where he kissed you weakly.


You didn't fully come back to reality until strong, muscular arms brought you into a gentle embrace. Turning, you smile at Ludwig before snuggling up to him and yawning.


“You should get some sleep,” he said in a gentle manner, but from what his undertone sounded like, it looked like you were in for a round two.


After a couple of minutes you smile up at him and nip at his neck.


“One more time.”


Germany grunts and looks at you with a smirk as he climbs over you again.


~Extended ending!~


It was about two in the morning when Gilbert got home. He headed up to his room when he heard a faint thumping sound coming from Ludwig's door. Putting his head up against the door, he heard a soft gasp, and he smiled.


“Getting some, eh Vest?”


And following that statement was the sound of Ludwig smacking his palm to his forehead.

This was my first lemon, so don't judge me too harshly, kay? ^_^
This lemon was inspired by Daft Punk's song 'One More Time' (The 95 Royale Club Mix) ;D [link]

Hooray, translation time!

Du bist eine böses Mädchen - You are a bad girl

Arbeit mich - Work me


So comments are like my drugs, so gimme xD
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