Just Brushing Her Hair (A Fem!Gerita LEMON)

First yuri lemon...hope you enjoy!!

"Monika!" the young Italian girl called out, holding her ornate cameo hairbrush as she tried to undo her braids. The German woman in the other room walked in, having just dressed in a white tank top and a clean pair of training pants. She groaned with irritation.

"What is it?" Monika asked, rolling her eyes as she saw Feliciana sitting there at her vanity table with one braid undone and the other without its tie, but every strand was still intact.

"Can you brush my hair, please?" Feliciana asked with blushing cheeks to compliment her smile.

"Can't you do it yourself?" she asked. Shieße, she thought, walking toward her friend, can't she ever do anything herself?

"Monika! It just isn't the same when I do it! Please?" the Italian girl pleaded. The German woman groaned and shook her hair, undoing her other braid and gathering all of her auburn-brown hair to brush it gently. As she brushed with gentle strokes, Feliciana seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Vee," she moaned in a cutesy voice.

"This is why I cut my hair short," Monika said, looking in the mirror at herself as she brushed the auburn locks of her Italian friend. As she brushed the long tresses, the German girl looked at her own hair; it was cut unevenly, though as a little girl, she had her light blonde hair in braids. As a teenager, her hair was loose but held back with a headband. However, to be more like her brothers, she cut all of her hair off and it had been that way ever since. Monika considered herself a strong woman; she really was, too, both in the mind and body. 

Monika, like many German girls, was very tall and robust with large breasts and wide hips. She also has an unusual amount of physical strength for a woman. Her eyes were as blue as her brother Ludwig's, and with him, she shared her light blonde hair. Monika also dressed similarly to her brothers, often wearing a tank top, training pants and combat boots.

She continued to brush her friend's hair, looking at Feliciana's pretty, relatively petite frame sitting on the stool. She was wearing a springtime ensemble with a white top that laced up in the back and a dark red, voluminous skirt that reached her knees. She had a warm, honey-like skin tone, especially after harvesting tomatoes with her sister Lovina in the garden all day in the sun. Her eyes also reflected warmth with their amber-brown shade, and she was always so happy with a smile on her face. At the same time she was very sensitive with tender emotions, her feelings often getting hurt if Monika or Sakura didn't want to spend time with her or if her sister Lovina was making fun of her. 

As Monika brushed Feliciana's hair, she unknowingly brushed the only curl on her head. In response, the girl moaned sensually. Monika was annoyed, and thinking it was a knot, she tugged at it with her brush, and in a flash Feliciana jumped into her arms, hugging her as her lips crashed onto those of the German woman. Her icey blue eyes widened, her cheeks blushing as she received the kiss. She pushed her away, wiping her mouth afterwards.

"Heilig sheiße! What the hell is wrong with you, Feli?" Monika snapped, an aggravated look on her face. Feliciana's face looked as though she were on the verge of crying, frowning as her friend grew frustrated with her impulsive advances. She looked down at her feet and looked up at Monika, not saying a word as she hugged her, resting her head against the woman's large breasts. The Italian girl placed her hands on the woman's large breasts, but Monika, knowing that Feliciana was emotionally sensitive (also the fact that Monika liked her), she only blushed.

"Feli," she said, liking the feeling of the Italian's touch. Feliciana was amazed by how large Monika's breasts were.

"They're so big," she said happily. Without question, Monika crashed her lips onto her friend's, her arms snaking around her waist as he held her tightly. Feliciana moaned gently, but broke the kiss to assess Monika's feelings.

"Aspetti," she said. "I thought you were mad. I'm so sorry, Monika. It's just that you kept brushing my curl and whenever someone touches it...I-I-I go crazy." Monika put her index finger to Feliciana's lips, causing her to blush as the Getman took her closer to her buxom body.

"Honestly, I thought there was a snarl in your hair," she admitted, blushing with a smile. "I...I didn't expect for you to like me as well." Feliciana's eyes widened.

"R-Really?" the Italian asked.

"Ja, to be honest, I really like you Feli," she said. Feliciana smiled happily.

"I'm so happy," she said cheerfully.

"Aren't you always?" Monika asked.

"Not in the same way as when I'm with you," Feliciana admitted, going on her tiptoes to kiss her cheek. 

Monika looked at Feliciana through her shining amber-brown eyes, leaning down to kiss her gently. The Italian girl returned the kiss, fondling the German's breasts through her shirt. She loved their size and the feeling of them, and it made Monika moan upon feeling her touch.

Feliciana helped Monika remove her tank top, then her bra; when the cups came off her breasts, the Italian looked in amazement. Monika seemed so masculine for a woman, and the Italian didn't expect to see such a womanly figure on such a tough, seemingly manly female. Just after going to the bed, Feliciana leaned forward and began sucking the German's neck and full breasts, fondling the unattended one as she moaned loudly.

"Agh-"

"Your body is so beautiful, Monika," Feliciana said, kissing and sucking on her nipples gently. She rolled the pink buds between her teeth gently, flicking her tongue over them.

"Ah! Feli!" Monika took the opportunity to play with her curl to excite her even more. Feliciana, at an instant, took off every inch of her clothing and laid back toward the end of the bed, spreading her legs as her fingers stroked her newly wet folds while her other hand fondled her breast.

"Monika! I can't take it!" Feliciana moaned. 

Blushing red from the unexpected sight of Feliciana pleasuring herself just after she finished stroking her curl, Monika removed her boots, pants and socks and crawled over to her, kissing her thighs before she moved up to her breasts. Feliciana was petite and feminine compared to Monika, but Monika still found her attractive. She kissed her bosom with a feather-light touch, licking her nipples and applying a bit of suction.

"Ah! Vee~" Feliciana sighed with pleasure. Monika continued at her breasts for a total of five minutes. Then, she moved up to Feliciana's lips and kissed her. The Italian laid below the German, and enjoyed the feeling of her Iron Cross pendant tickling her chest.

"Ich liebe dich, Feli," she said. Feliciana smiled and blushed.

"Yay!" she answered. "Ti amo tanto."

Monika's fingers trailed down Feliciana's breast, down her stomach, down the front of her pelvis, until they reached her womanhood. The Italian sighed gently as her friend's fingers teased her clit and her entrance. She could do nothing but beg as she felt herself become wetter by the minute.

"Monika! Ah!" she moaned.

"Feel good?" Monika asked, stroking her a little firmly.

"Sí," the Italian answered, moaning from the ecstasy of her touch. Within a few good moments Monika lifted her fingers to her mouth and licked them, tasting her friend's juices as she cleaned them with her tongue. Liking the taste, the German lowered herself to Feliciana's femininity, kissing and caressing her thighs before lightly brushing her wetness with her tongue.

"Ah!" the Italian groaned.

Feliciana enjoyed Monika's tongue lingering in the area between her legs, and she arched her back with a moan. When she felt herself being licked from the bottom to the top at a teasingly slow pace, she began gripping the bed sheets. Monika moaned to make her feel a vibrating sensation aside from the fact that she liked her natural flavor.

"Monika! It's so good!" Feliciana said, trying not to buck her hips too much. The German put her lips to work by sucking on her inner lips and tugging them gently, shortly before taking her clit into her mouth.

"Monika," she sighed. Her name became a sacred chant; she knew she loved her very much. Monika continued to suck and lick Feliciana until, without warning, she inserted a finger into her wetness.

"Oh," Feliciana moaned, feeling the digit enter her.

"Est ist so eng," Monika said with a slight groan, inserting another finger inside of the Italian. Feliciana grimaced, feeling herself stretch with the entry of her two fingers. Monika looked up at her, kissing and sucking at her inner thigh as her fingers went in and out of her. As Feliciana gasped and panted in ecstasy, Monika rubbed her sweet spot repeatedly, sending waves of pleasure through the girl's body.

"Monika! Ah!!" she shouted. "I can't get enough!" 

The German continued to stroke her sweet spot, flicking and sucking in her clit while doing so. Without warning, Feliciana came all over her tongue, prompting her to lap up the uniquely tart taste of her juices. Monika moved up and sucked on Feliciana's breasts before kissing her lips, allowing her to taste her own juices. The Italian moaned, and they broke the kiss to look into each others eyes. 

Suddenly, Monika went off the bed and went to her bag near the bureau. Feliciana looked over curiously to see why she had left briefly. Then, the German put on a strap-on, which was really large in size. Feliciana looked at her as she walked to the bed and laid down. In order to get the Italian to do what she wanted, Monika kissed her while stroking her curl, and within a few seconds, Feliciana got on top of the strap-on dildo and put it up inside her.

"Ah! Monika! It's inside me now!" she shouted ecstatically as she rode her at a slow pace. Meanwhile, Monika enjoyed the sight of her breasts bouncing up and down as she rode her.

"Enjoying yourself?" Monika asked, placing her hands on the girl's hips.

"Sí! Molto! Sta sento bene!" Feliciana screamed. "Ahh!!"

Monika reached up and placed her hands on the Italian's breasts, their fingers entwining as she moaned heavily. The German then took her on her back and thrusted deep into her with the dildo, wrapping her legs around her waist. Feliciana loved the pleasure and craved it, sucking Monika's breasts again.

"I can't...take it! I'm going to come!" Feliciana said. 

"Do it!" Monika said. When it happened, the German took the strap-on off and licked it clean, letting Feliciana taste her own juices again. Within minutes they were laying on the bed together, caressing each other's breasts and faces gently.

"Feli?" Monika said.

"Sí?" Feliciana asked with a blushing smile.

"I...I want you to be my girlfriend," she said. The Italian's face lit up with joy, and they exchanged embraces. 

"Sí! Ti amo!" she said. "By the way, thank you for brushing my hair."

"Anytime." With that being said, they fell asleep in each others arms.

Leibe ist und der luft (Hetalia Germany + Reader LEMON)

NOTE: If you are easily offended by adult themes, do not read!

This is my first ever fanfiction for Hetalia. Germany aka Ludwig is my anime crush and he personifies my dream man (too bad he isn't a real person). Boo-hoo. Ok, let's get to the good stuff. By the way, "leibe ist und der luft" means "love is in the air" in German.

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You were sitting on the edge of an old fountain that was constructed entirely out of stone and was quite large in size. Standing in the middle of the water was a a statue of a robust female water bearer with a jug held on her shoulder--a hole was where water spurted out delicately into the fountain. You were waiting for someone very special; someone with whom you shared a mutual love that was passionate and seemingly perfect. It was only a matter of time before you saw him walk toward you. As he joined you on the edge of the fountain, your heart began racing faster than a motorcar--it was Ludwig, a German who was the epitome of masculinity and sternness. His light blond hair was always slicked back, and you constantly urged him to let it loose in public but to no avail. Whenever your eyes met, his piercing blue eyes stabbed into your soul like knives; since you saw it this way, you saw the pain of these 'knives' to be extremely pleasurable. Most of all, you liked his sense of strength, even though he was very serious most of the time. This seriousness, you saw, was one big factor in his devotion to you.

"Hallo, lieben," he said in his thick German accent shortly before kissing your cheek gently. It always baffled you that for such a rough guy his touch was so delicate it made your skin crawl.

"Hi," you said as he moved closer to you and pulled a big bunch of ruby red roses from behind him. You gasped--he never surprised you like this in public.

"Wow!" you exclaimed excitedly. "Ludwig, these are beautiful!"

"Not as beautiful as you, (name)," he told you. You smiled softly, your eyes still fixed on the red roses wrapped in clear plastic wrap. You looked down and saw a red satin ribbon tying the crimson bouquet together.

Suddenly, the sound of running feet on the brick ground diverted you and Ludwig from your precious moment near the fountain. Ludwig looked over and his eyes widened--it was his friend Italy, running as joyfully as ever toward you both. His reddish-brown hair blew in the gentle breeze as he panted upon stopping.



"Germany! Germany! You left me stranded in the bakery! I only wanted to sample the bread and you left me!" he exclaimed in his usual tone. To you, he was always cheerful, and when Ludwig wasn't around, Italy always kept you occupied by cooking delicious food for you and singing songs that made you laugh. You didn't see him as much of a disturbance, but it was ironic that you were embarrassed to kiss Ludwig in front of him; but that was because you perceived Italy as too immature to handle seeing such things.

"No, Italy," your German lover said with an aggravated tone in his voice. "I went to the florist to get roses for (name). Is that alright with you?" Italy's cinnamon brown eyes grew wider--how adorable he was while like this. Then again, he was like your little brother.

"Ah, va bene. Hai preso le rose rossi per la tua ragazza! Che dolce!" he cooed. Luckily, you were a fluent Italian speaker--you understood what he was saying. You understood him much better than you did Ludwig, even though you all had met just two months before. German just wasn't your strong suit, much to your lover's dismay.

"Get out of here," Ludwig demanded, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Why? Why can't I be with you? (Name) likes when I'm around," Italy said. You smiled at him before hugging Ludwig so tightly you could feel his heartbeat through his clothes. Then, he suddenly stood up and looked at Italy sternly.

"Listen, I am going back to my place with (name), and if you disturb me once, you are rotten liverwurst. Understand?" Ludwig warned with a tone of voice similar to his facial expression. Italy just stood there, and as we walked off, you hear Italy saying goodbye in good spirits.

"Goodbye! Maybe later I'll come and make you two dinner! (Name) loves when I cook!" You giggled softly and continued walking with Ludwig to his place.


When you and Ludwig entered his apartment, you noticed that he looked aggravated and annoyed. His cheeks were red and his breathing was unsteady. He sat on the bed with his elbow on his knee, resting his chin on his fist. Growing concerned, you walked into the bedroom and sat beside him, hoping to make him feel more at ease. Your hands were on his broad shoulder and muscular right arm as your eyes were fixed on his facial expression.

"Ludwig?" you asked. "Are you OK?" He looked at you and sighed heavily.

"I wish Italy didn't annoy me so much," he responded.

"He means well, Ludwig," you reminded him softly. "He's your friend, isn't he?" He took a breath and looked at you with a strange emotion in his eyes.

"Yes, but I wish he wasn't such a pussy, (name)," he answered firmly, trying to get his point across. You looked at him, defensive of Italy.

"Look, I know how you feel but that doesn't give you a right to be like that," you told him. He took another sigh.

"Well, alright," he said with a calmer voice. Your eyes met, and you could feel those piercing blue eyes stab through you. Caressing your cheek gently with his rough, calloused hand, he leaned in an kissed you tenderly.

You moaned softly as your tongues met in a dominance fight, which Ludwig ended up winning. You gasped upon feeling his hand fondle your breast through your shirt, which gave him the opportunity to dart his tongue in and out of the hollow of your throat, making you moan louder. He broke the kiss and looked at you with solemn lust in his eyes.

"Lie on your back, (name)," Ludwig commanded as though he was a military sergeant talking to a soldier. You raised your eyebrows and looked at him, curious about his motives for telling you to do so.

"How come?" you sassed. This left him no choice--Ludwig crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you so fervently you fell back on the bed with a thud. Breaking the kiss, he looked down at you.

"I want you so bad. Forgive me, but I can't wait anymore," he told you seductively with his thick German accent. You thought for a moment; you were a virgin, and as for Ludwig, you knew he had had made love with a girl before. Curious and willing, you agreed to give into his carnal desires.

"Are...are you sure, Ludwig?" you questioned with a blank stare on your face.

"Ja," he told you, kissing you once more.

As you reciprocated his kissing, he began to unbutton your white blouse which was made of fine, smooth fabric. He threw it aside, and you blushed as he looked down at your bra. You chuckled, but Ludwig looked serious.

"Ludwig?" you asked. Before you knew it, he took off your bra and threw it aside where your blouse was. He leaned down and gently fondled, kissed, and caressed your breasts. You gasped and moaned as if there were no tomorrow, and Ludwig was turned on with each passing moment where you did so.

"Ludwig," you sighed. You chanted his name, your mind caught up in the ecstasy and heat of the moment. His tongue teased both nipples, and it only made you moan and gasp louder. Moving lower, his hand reached behind and you felt his fingers trail down the small of your back as he kissed your stomach and hips shortly before removing your panties. Once your panties were off, you quickly put your hands over your private parts, closing your knees tightly. After he removed all but his underpants, your German lover looked at you with a pout that turned you on ten times more.

"Open your legs," he ordered sternly. "It will not be that bad."

You took in a deep breath; you were so nervous, but when the air finally came into your lungs, you felt comfortable again and enough to allow him to see all of you. You saw him smile devilishly as he leaned down to kiss your hips and thighs just shortly before he started stroking you.

"Ludwig! Ah! Oh my!" you moaned in response to the sensation of his fingers tracing the slick folds of your divinity. Your hips moved around, and you couldn't control it. You heard Ludwig laugh at your reaction as he tasted his fingers.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he groaned, beginning to please you with his tongue. You arched your back, driven wild by his passion. You screamed, moaned, panted--it didn't matter; Ludwig was enjoying himself very much, and even though you were as well, you felt as though he were having all of the fun.

"Ludwig! Oh...it feels so good," you sighed, arching your back as your hips moved uncontrollably. He held your hips firmly, keeping them still so he could suck on the bundle of nerves just above your entrance. You began to shout and scream, but when he tried sliding a finger inside of you, you felt a sharp sting.

"Ow!" you cried. Ludwig's attention was caught by your pain.

"Are you OK? I'm not hurting you, am I?" he wondered caringly. You sighed with your eyes closed and looked at him.

"I don't know if I ever told you, but...I am a virgin," you said. "Please be gentle."

Nodding, he pulled off his underpants, revealing his member--he was hung like a horse. He had a sizeable girth and it was about 9 inches long. The thought of something that big entering you made you cringe; you could only imagine how much it would have hurt for a virgin like you.

"It's so big," you told him. He smirked and kneeled between your legs, holding his member to guide it into you. He rubbed the tip up and down your wetness before sliding into you gently. As he came down closer to you, your nails dug into his back ravenously as you whimpered in pain.

"It hurts. Take it out," you begged in agony. He thrust it in two more times before saying anything, despite that you had bled on him.

"No," he protested. "It will get better. Trust me."

You nodded slowly, closing your eyes as he thrust in and out a few times more. He crashed his lips onto yours, kissing you to distract you from the pain of losing your virginity to him. You moaned once the pain was replaced by pleasure, and your nails were no longer digging into Ludwig's back. You heard him groan in deep satisfaction.

"Mein gott," he said under his breath. "Ihre muschi ist so eng. Es wird auf meinen schwanz kauen!"

You had not a clue what he was saying, but nevertheless, to hear Ludwig speaking his mother tongue in a moment of ecstasy turned you on. You arched against him, and he moved lower to your neck, kissing and sucking on the sweet spot he had found when you started dating.

"Ludwig! Oh my, oh yeah!" you cried, feeling his member hit a certain spot inside you. You realized you were closer to your climax, and you began to shout even louder than he.

"I can't...take it! I'm going to die!" you screamed. Ludwig gripped your hips tightly as he came inside of you. He pulled out and held you close on the bed with him.

"Ich liebe dich, (name)," he told you, kissing your cheek gently like he had earlier that day.

"I love you, Ludwig," you told him, resting contently in his arms for the rest of the afternoon.