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.

Hide & Seek (Hetalia Italy LEMON)

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"Cinque, quattro, tre, due, uno! Ready or not, I'm coming to find you!" Feliciano said in his usual playful tone.

Tara's tiny footsteps sprinted across the wooden hallway into the master bedroom. Since she was small of stature, she hid behind the bed, bringing her knees up to her chest and ducking her head forward. She and Feliciano had the house all to themselves, and since Feliciano always wanted to have fun, they were playing hide and seek. He was not her boyfriend; rather, they had been best friends for over a year, and they seemed to pair well because they both liked to have fun. Tara didn't quite care for his friend Ludwig, an overly-serious German who always felt obliged to "babysit" Feliciano, whose childlike antics drove him crazy. Tara did not mind it one bit, and found him to be quite funny and boyishly cute.

Tara let out an accidental giggle as she heard Feliciano's footsteps outside of the master bedroom's door. She quickly shut herself up and ducked, hearing the door creak open and her Italian friend enter in what sounded like tip-toes. Then she heard his familiar jovial laugh, and when she looked up, he stood right in front of her with his index finger pointing down at her--Tara laughed as well, standing up to join him.

"That is such a bad hiding spot," he joked. "Just for spoiling the game, I'm going to tickle torture you!"

Feliciano came closer to Tara and tickled her tummy and waist, making her laugh hysterically. She tried to playfully shove him away, but it didn't work. He tickled her so much that she fell back on the bed; he joined her, continuing to tickle her. All the amusement stopped when Feliciano admired Tara's beauty.

Tara was seventeen years old, and she had been Feliciano's friend for just over a year. They had never dated, but unbeknownst to Tara, he secretly liked her a lot. They had met at a bakery, where Feliciano was sampling scalli bread for a pasta dinner he was making for Germany and Japan one evening. It was that very day he caught sight of Tara for the first time; he distinctly remembered her striking features, from her long, silky, richly-colored auburn hair to her slender physique. He only got to say 'hello' to her because he needed to rush out of the store to find Germany (Ludwig). The two became fast friends, as Feliciano frequently went to the same bakery he had first met her in and he always saw her there. Even as good of friends they became, they still went to that bakery to buy sweets or breads. Their eyes met--Tara's eyes had an unusual amber hue that was so clear they looked like actual amber stones. Feliciano had a similar eye color, only his was darker, and Tara liked this moment they shared.

Feliciano smiled, lifting her chin to kiss her tenderly. Tara liked it, but broke the kiss five seconds in.

"What's the matter? You don't want to kiss me?" he asked expressionlessly.

"It's not that," Tara answered with a sigh. "The thing is I thought you like Germany. I thought you were gay."

Feliciano laughed at her assumption hysterically and took her hand, kissing it as a gentleman would do to a lady.

"No, I am not really gay," he answered honestly. Tara raised her eyebrows in shock; though she hated stereotypes, she saw Feliciano as effeminate and cowardly. Also, he hung around with Germany a lot, cooking him food, giving him presents, and even writing songs for him, therefore proving her instincts right (for a time). It was such a shock to realize he wasn't gay.

"Really? What about--"

"Germany is my good friend," Feliciano said with a cheeky smile--you found this cute. "I like you a lot, Tara. Sei bellissima é simpatica. Te amo molto, Tara."

Tara didn't know very much Italian, but she could tell it had some relation to what he had told her already. Feliciano cupped her face in his hands and started kissing her again. Before his tongue caressed her bottom lip, she broke the kiss again; Feliciano felt this was frustrating.

"I...I like you, too, Feliciano," Tara said, crashing her lips onto his. He fell on his back with Tara straddling him, caressing his face as their tongues met. Feliciano's hands slid from her waist to her butt, lightly goosing her through her back pockets, causing her to gasp enough to let his tongue enter her mouth more than it had been.

Feliciano was enjoying himself; he rolled Tara onto her back and went for her neck, kissing her wildly as he searched in vain for her sweet spot. Once he went to the base of her neck, Tara threw her head back and moaned gently.

"Feliciano," she sighed. He now knew where her sweet spot was--he kissed, licked and sucked it gently, making her moan with anticipation. Tara wanted him so badly, and wanted to satisfy this newborn need.

He slid his hands under Tara's shirt, throwing it aside upon its removal, and he continued to kiss the top of her chest gently. As his fingers traced up the curve of her spine, he unhooked her bra and threw it aside. Tara blushed to the point where her face looked like a ripe tomato.

"Tara, don't be embarrassed," Feliciano said cutely, admiring her breasts. "You look cute."

"Not like this, I don't," she answered, cut off by her own moan when Feliciano's hands began caressing her fullness gently. Tara sighed as she enjoyed the sensation of his hands exploring her. His tongue feasted on her hardened nipples, and Tara arched against Feliciano sharply as he started sucking on them as a baby would do to its mother. She moaned loudly and her desire grew with each moment he spent sucking on her breasts.

Feliciano got rid of his shirt, allowing Tara to seize the opportunity to attack him with kisses. He groaned at the feeling of Tara's warm breath and full, soft lips pecking passionately at his chest. She worked her way down to his tummy and undid the button on his pants, removing them to expose his red and green boxers. She could easily see he was harder than she previously thought; she had no idea she had aroused him this much. Feliciano stared down at Tara as she began to stroke his bulge with an even amount of pressure.

"Mamma Mia," he groaned. "It feels so good."

Tara was half-clothed, but nevertheless, she was determined to please him first. He laid on his back as she removed his boxers; upon seeing his erection stand perfectly upright, she gasped. Holding it in her hand, she marveled at how big he was.

"You're so big, Feliciano," Tara said, putting her mouth over it, fitting as much of it in and out her mouth as possible. Feliciano groaned and sighed in pleasure, clutching her silky auburn tresses as she continued to suck him.

"Tara," he sighed with deep satisfaction. Tara held the part she couldn't fit in her mouth with her free hand, flicking her wrist as she stroked him. Licking the tip, she and Feliciano's eyes met, but she noticed him arch his back while his love seed spurted into her mouth. Tara licked her lips and swallowed it--it didn't taste all that bad.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I came without telling you," Feliciano said, going to his knees with Tara to kiss her.

"It's OK," she said. "I loved it. It tasted good." The two had their lips entwined in a fervent kiss, their tongues competing for dominance which Tara ended up winning. Feliciano had her lie on her back in order to easily remove her pants and socks. He leaned forward and kissed from her breasts to her hips. He slowly removed her panties and admired the temple that rested between her knees. Opening her knees, he smiled at Tara, whose blushing went way past looking like a ripe tomato.

"Why are you embarrassed? You are beautiful, Tara!" Feliciano cooed as he started to stroke her. "Oh, you're so wet, too!"

Tara gasped as his touch drove her wild with insane amounts of pleasure, but it elevated once she felt his tongue slowly licking her from her opening to her clit. She knew he was teasing her, and since she knew the curl on his head was sensitive, Tara twirled it around her finger as he pleased her. She found him to be more enthused that she had touched his sweet spot, and he began to suck on her clit and pull on her lips with his mouth.

"Oh yeah," she moaned with a sigh. Her hips bucked once she felt Feliciano's finger enter her. He was turned on instantly as he felt her tightness; he stuck his finger in and out of her at a slow pace first, but the speed gradually increased as he stroked a certain area on her wall. Tara clutched his hair as she arched her back, holding his face to her private area. He sucked her clit gently as he stroked her on the inside. She began to scream from the intense pleasure, and when he stopped, her heart begged for him to continue.

Feliciano kneeled between her legs, holding his member while exchanging glances with Tara, whose arms were snaked around his neck.

"Are you a virgin, Tara?" he asked; he didn't want to hurt her and he needed to know just in case. She shook her head.

"No, Feliciano," she answered. "You asked me that because you don't want to hurt me?"

"Si," he said with one of his cute smiles. He plunged into her depths and thrusted in and out slowly to build up intensity for the both of them. Tara held him close and they shared yet another passionate kiss. Feliciano went to kiss her neck and the base of it, and he began moaning as she arched her back.

"Feliciano!" she shouted in ecstasy. "Faster! Please!"

Holding onto her bucking hips, Feliciano did as requested and quickened his pace, hitting a sensitive spot inside her that made her moan and shout even louder than before.

"FEEELIII!!!" Tara shouted, a nickname she rarely used. Her nails dug into his back as he delved deeper into her; it was pure heaven.

"It's so tight. It feels so great!" Feliciano said, enraptured by the sexual bliss present in the room.

"I...I'm going to cum!" Tara said after a few more minutes.

"Me, too, amore! Lets do it together," he told her as she held him close to her. Her screams and his groans led to the messy climax that concluded their lovemaking. When Feliciano pulled out, his semen dripped out of Tara's entrance. She spread herself open to rid herself of the impregnating substance and then cuddled in Feliciano's arms.

"Te amo, Tara," he told her in his beautiful native language. She smiled and they kissed each other.

"I love you?" she guessed. He nodded with blushing pink cheeks.

"Yes, I do love you," he agreed.

"Same," Tara said.

Suddenly, there was a familiar presence near the bedroom door that caught Feliciano's attention. Lifting his head from the bed, he watched as the white wooden door burst open, revealing his friend Germany with a mortified look on his face.

"What the--"

"Get out of here! Hey! Come on!" Feliciano said, embarrassed to be naked in front of him. Germany closed the door, but heard his friend's cutesy voice.

"Did you see anything, Germany?!" he asked in a shout.

"No," he said. "I am giving you one hour to sleep in there with your girlfriend."

"You don't mean that! Give us the night! Please?!" Feliciano begged. Tara laughed at this.

"Fine," Germany answered in his manly, gruff voice.

"Yes! Yes!" Feliciano said. He and Tara cuddled on the bed for the rest of the night, and during this, she became his one and only girlfriend.