Pregnant Reader/Italy 4

(y/n) had her eyes on Ludwig's hands through most of lunch and she wanted those hands giving her a massage. The added weight of the pregnancy made her backache and while Feliciano took every chance to give her a back massage he never applied more than normal pressure. He was too worried that he would hurt her and whenever she would try to protest he would distract her with a kiss and things would get much more heated. She couldn't help it if her hormones made her hornier than ever and that her husband took that fact very seriously and rigorously. She had called Ludwig and asked him if he would give her a back massage. At first he was against it, but after some very low handed persuasive techniques she convinced him to go along with it.

Ludwig still wasn't sure if he should go through with (y/n)'s request, but she had promised him that Feliciano would show up for all of the training sections for the next couple of months. He knew she had it in her to make Feliciano do as she said, so he took up her offer. It was just a massage, and after seeing how difficult it was for her to move around he realized that she must really need one. He just hoped that he did it right, he rarely gave massages so he wasn't a professional.  

After the light lunch that they had (y/n) led the German to her room and with his help got into bed and rolled onto her side. It was mostly her lower back so she didn't have to take off her shirt, only push it up to show him the area that needed helped.

Grabbing the warm oil she had provided him, he poured some in the palm of his hand and used the other to spread it across her back. Once his hands were properly oiled up he began to kneed the skin and muscles of her back. Earning muffled groans from the woman.

"Harder, I'm not going to break." She said.

He grunted, and used a little bit more strength. At his ministrations he could feel her muscles loosen and relax. It was when he was almost done and sure that (y/n) had fallen asleep he saw a blur rush towards him. Unable to react in time Ludwig was knocked onto the ground. He looked up with is blue eyes to see a very angry Italian above him.

"WHAT THE HELL GERMANY!" Italy yelled, punching the blond. "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY ROOM TOUCHING MY WIFE."

The German took more punches to the face, wincing at the fact that they actually hurt. Italy was not as weak as he thought. "Ita-" He was interupted by another punch to the face.

"FELICIANO!" (y/n) was woken by her husbands loud voice and found him straddling Ludwig, punching him. "Stop!"

"NO, he was touchin-"

"He was giving me a massage!" (y/n) yelled, getting out of the bed and trying to pull her husband away.

"WHAT!" He screamed, his normally kind eyes turning cold as he looked back at the German.

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After thirty minutes of (y/n) and Lovino, who arrived after hearing all the noise, trying to pull the angry Italian off of Ludwig, it took a harsh tug on Feliciano's curl by Lovino that the finally managed to get him off of a now bloody faced German.

"Are you okay?" (y/n) asked Ludwig as she helped him stand.

"It was not as bad as what I've experienced in the past." The German grumbled, "Calm the idiot down, I'm going to get cleaned up in the bathroom."

As soon as she turned her attention to her husband, who was being held back by a stone faced Lovino, she knew that it would take a lot of patience to get this done. Turning her eyes to Lovino she said, "Can you leave us alone for a bit."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah." He nodded, letting go of his brother and leaving the room. Once he was gone, (y/n) turned her attention to her husband, who was sitting on the edge of their bed, his head lowered. "Fel-"

Before she was able to continue Feliciano reached out and pulled her towards him, trapping her between his thighs, his arms locked tightly around her and his face laying against her belly, his eyes staring up at her with sadness. "Did you want to have sex with Germnay?" He asked, sadness filled his tone.

"Wh-NO, of course not." She exclaimed, shocked that he would even ask such a thing.

"Then why was he giving you a massage?"

"Because I wanted him to give me one and my back was hurting."

"Why didn't you just ask me bella?" He cried, "Why did you ask Germany!"

(y/n) wasn't sure how to phrase this without him getting hurt in anyway. She couldn't say the German was stronger, or gave a better massage... "Because he...he puts more pressure into the muscle."

"Pressure?" He looked up at her with confused eyes.

(y/n) nodded, "I love your massages Feli, but you're not rough enough. I feel relaxed afterwards but I don't think I can survive any longer with you being so gentle all the time, my muscles needed something harder and rougher." Another thought came to her, "Why did you think I was trying to have sex with Ludwig?"

He blushed, "It's because you always have sex with me when I give you a massage."

"You idiot." She laughed, before lightly stroking his head, "You have to apologize to Ludwig."

"Si." He nuzzled his head against her stomach before looking up her with unreadable eyes, "(y/n)."

"Hm."

"I can be harder and rougher too." A blush spread across her face as she tried to figure out what he was referring too. A sexy smirk spread across his lips, "I can satisfy you bella." He rumbled, his voice getting deeper, sexier, "I can be harder and rougher."