Stop [Spain x Male!Reader]

“Antonio...stop.” 

“Huh? But why [Name]?”

“Just...just stop.”

“Ah c'mon [Name]~ Sing and dance with me!”

“Stop, Antonio.”

“Delicious tomato~ Very delicious tomato~!”

“I'm warning you...”

“Ups the reds, lows the yellows~”

“Antonio.”

“Toma-toma-tomat- EEEEEEKKKKKKK!”

“I tried to warn you...” [Name] said, his cheeks flushed a light pink as he continued to shamelessly grope Antonio's choice ass, making the latter squeak and writhe. I mean, really. What was he supposed to do when the Spaniard was shaking his ass while singing that ridiculous tomato song of his? Ignore it? By golly he would never commit such a heinous act. Instead, he did what any sane person would do. Grope. 

“[N-Name]...” Antonio whimpered, his cheeks burning as bright red as a tomato. “P-Please...”

“Fuck you? Okay.” And so they did, my friends. And so they did.