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A/N: Last part of the threeshot! You have been warned…Enjoy the smut~ Also, Netherlands is fucking sexy! lol

He had her right where he wanted her. Lovina pulled back from the kiss, leaving both of them utterly breathless. They gazed into each other's eyes with desire and Willem got to work. He situated Lovina on her back and hovered over her body. He closed his eyes, inhaling the aroma of her hair and body. It was refreshing and invigorating, like the ocean. But it was also a tad fiery like the coffee she worked around. He also smelled the sweet scent of tomatoes which caused Willem to frown.

Antonio.

Willem was like an animal then; Lovina was his and he wanted to cover her with his fragrance. And he wanted their smells to mix in the air. That was the only thing on his mind when his lips pushed into hers swiftly but softly. Their mouths meshed together so perfectly together as their tongues tangoed together. She tasted so sweet to him.

When they pulled back, both were panting and their eyes were full of longing. Willem gulped the nervousness that formed in his throat and began to pull off the old t-shirt his love was wearing. He nearly lost his mind when he saw what Lovina was wearing underneath: black lace bra and panties. Delicious.

"Beautiful…" He murmured, and began sucking on her neck. The gesture caused a small groan to leave Lovina's throat and Willem took this as a good sign and continued.

Although Lovina was in a daze of passion, she sought out the opportunity to get her lover out of his pants. She reached down and tugged down Willem's sweat pants. Her hand brushed up against his arousal, which caused her to gasp due to its girth and stiffness. Just grazing his manhood made Lovina's craving for Willem grow immensely.

Willem pulled back from his kisses and began to tend what was in Lovina's bra with a smirk. "Something wrong?"

"A-ah…y-you're ready for me, huh?"

He nodded. "Ja." Willem took the bra off completely and began to roll her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, causing an irresistible moan to exit Lovina. "I could say the same for you."

Lovina opened her mouth to say something smart ass-y back to Willem but a groan of pleasure escaped her mouth instead. With half lidded eyes, she looked down at Willem, who was steady licking her breast and tended to the other with his hand. God damn, he knew how to work his tongue.

The Dutchman looked up and gave Lovina an affectionate kiss on the lips before planting a series of wet smooches along his lover's neck, to her breasts, and down to her smooth belly. He took his time, making sure she was completely satisfied. And from the look in her eyes, Lovina definitely was.

With his tongue making circles lower and lower on Lovina's body, his fingers made their way down to the thin layer of lace separating him from where he wanted to be. Willem glided the panties off and placed his hands gently on her velvety thighs to part them. When Willem inspected Lovina's womanhood, he could have sworn a dam went off in her. He chuckled silently and slid a single finger into her hot core. Lovina moaned loudly and arched her back, wanting more. He would give her more.

Willem lowered his head in between the Italian's thighs and began to lap at her sweet juices while simultaneously pumping a finger in and out. Lovina was in heaven. Her toes curled, she gripped the sheets, bucked her hips, and begged for more. When Willem deepened his movements, pleasure overwhelmed the girl and she neared orgasm. But the foreplay stopped abruptly and left the seething Italian lady on a plateau.

"Wh-what the hell?" Lovina breathed.

"I'm done with the entrée," Willem began, wiping the sticky liquid from his face and licking it from his fingers. "I'm ready for the main course."

Patterns of pink scattered on Lovina's face as Willem pulled off his boxers and tossed them elsewhere. His length looked utterly spectacular in her eyes. Lovina wanted to serve him like he did to her but she was not disappointed as Willem positioned himself between her legs and held onto her hips. He smiled at her and they exchanged a long and passionate French kiss before he gained entry. Willem groaned in ecstasy as he slowly pumped in and out of Lovina. His erection fit perfectly in her slick heat and pulsed more and more as he went in deeper.

Will started off unhurried and tender, both of them exchanging low and erotic groans but he could no longer contain himself and began to speed up and eventually pound into Lovina wildly. "F-fuck!" She screamed out, holding onto Willem for dear life as his huge manhood thrust into her.

"Mmm~ Lovina!" Willem called out, his facial expression reflecting his delight. His hands wandered from her hips upward to her torso and breasts. He caressed everywhere he could and continued to make passionate love to her.

Both lovers were dripping in each other's sweat and calling out each other's name in harmonious and sensual voices. Their faces were flushed and they were exhausted from the sex but their time was near. Willem regained focus and began to thrust nonstop. Throughout the empty house echoed a bunch of "Willem's", "Lovina's", "God's", and "shits".

Pleasure rose rapidly within the heat of their encounter until they couldn't get any more aroused from the other. One final simultaneous groan of lust ended it all for them. The young lovers were high off of sex and breathing profoundly. Willem got off of Lovina and she rested her head on his chest. Both were moved yet exhausted from the groundbreaking climax.

"You're amazing, Willem…" Lovina said with a blush.

"Dankje." He grinned and kissed her cheek.

It was obvious the little Italian was tired now, so Will covered up Lovina with the sheets and let her drift off to sleep on him. He thought she was beautiful. Beautiful when she was happy, angry, sleeping, and in the throes of passion. Too bad he wouldn't be able to see the latter anymore.

Lovina had to leave early the next morning. It would be awkward to explain the guest to his sisters and plus, both Willem and Lovina had to get to work and school. Willem promised her he would stop by the café as usual.

Willem was unusually jubilant as he entered Antonio's café. Maybe it was because he and Lovina had gotten so close the previous night, he didn't know but he was damn happy. The man took his regular seat and waited for his favorite barista to take his order.

A few minutes after he sat down, Willem heard the sound of familiar voices and some cussing. It was Lovina and Antonio, obviously. He turned around and saw the duo on the other side of the restaurant, arguing. Lovina looked mad for some reason and Antonio was trying to talk some sense into her. It looked like she was going to walk away but Antonio grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into a deep kiss.

Willem's fist balled up intuitively. How could she just kiss him like that? What about last night? Oh, right…Last night was just for one night. It didn't mean anything, just meaningless "I love you, so fuck me once" sex. He sighed and got up. What was the point anymore?

Lovina pried herself away from Antonio's kiss and smacked the Spaniard across the face. What. The. Fuck. Her head whipped around to Willem's usual seat and her eyes brightened upon seeing him. She wanted to run over there and find solace in his arms, but something told Lovina he didn't want to be bothered as he trudged out of the door.

As Willem sat in the little art studio in his home, his eyes were focused on the painting he was creating but his mind was elsewhere. He sighed and colored the canvas while deep in though. How could he be so stupid to think that after last night Lovina would be over Antonio? It was nothing, of course. He was beyond idiotic to think otherwise.

When the portrait was completed, he noted that his subject reminded him of someone he knew. Lovina. It favored her well. Willem got a sudden urge to cry and destroy the canvas but he was interrupted by someone opening the door. He turned around in his seat to see his youngest sister Elise stroll in.

"Hallo, brudder," she greeted and took a seat. "What are you painting?"

"Just a woman."

"Oh." Elise studied the painting and smiled a little. "She's striking. Do you know her?"

Willem bit his bottom lip and held back the tears that were accumulating in his eyes. "…N-no."

Elise sighed. "Ah, what a pity."

It was truly a pity indeed. Willem's heart belonged to a woman committed to another. The cruel ironic part about it was, Lovina cared for him as well but she couldn't leave Antonio. Compared to Antonio, Willem was next to nothing; not because of looks, personality, or even wealth but because Antonio had Lovina's heart. Willem was hopeless. And he would eternally be that way.