Hetalia Reader Inserts

FrancexReader - Dirty Mouth?

Eyes lilting back and forth, Francis watched the motion of your hips as you sauntered towards him. A smirk appeared on his face when he felt himself hardening just at the sight of you in that sexy little nightgown.

  Not once breaking your lust-filled prowess, you gracefully straddled him. Francis lifted his arms from the armrest of the chair on which he sat, and wrapped them around you, pulling you against him.

  “Mon cherie, what a lovely surprise it is to see you wearing the lingerie I picked out for you!”

  “I had a feeling you would enjoy it.”

  You grinned at him and slowly weaved your fingers into his golden locks. All it took was a lingering glance at his lips to draw him into a kiss; he couldn’t resist the longing that showed so strongly in your eyes. Your lips mingled for a moment before you slowly trailed kisses from his lips to his neck. You sucked and nipped at his soft skin, leaving a bright red and purple mark. Most people would have been irritated with the tell-tale mark, but Francis wore lovebites like golden medals. He moaned and ran his hand from your back to the back of your neck, holding you to him. With his free hand he slipped the thin straps of the nightgown off your shoulders. It fell down around your waist, exposing your breasts to him. Before he could do anything, you slid off his lap to the floor where you kneeled in front of him.You smiled up at him, looking into those blue eyes of his as you traced the outline of his erection that was putting a great deal of strain on the denim. His mouth fell agape with a tense sigh.

  After what seemed like an eternity - to Francis at least - you unzipped his jeans. You took the waist of them and tugged it down. Francis lifted his hips and you pulled the jeans off the rest of the way, then pushed them aside. Now, all that stood between you and your <i>very</i> large target was a pair of red silk boxers. Still grinning up at him through your lashes, you massaged his cock through the thin material. He groaned, his head dropping back.

 “Mon cherie, don’t be such a tease.”

 His adam's apple bobbed in his throat as he whined then swallowed dramatically. You couldn’t help but chuckle; Francis is always so dramatic.

  Leaving his bulge, you dipped the tips of your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulled the front down until his “eiffel tower” was free. You wrapped your hand around his thick shaft and began to slowly run it up and down. After a few pumps of your hand, you leaned in and languidly ran your tongue along the firm vein on the underside of his cock. You felt Francis’ leg muscles tense, and he hissed softly. This sound was music to your ears. With a deep breath, you engulfed the head of his cock in your warm mouth. He groaned loudly, and twisted his fingers into your hair. Knowing how much you enjoyed it when he took control, he aided you in bobbing your head up and down.

  With one hand you stroked the base of his shaft, and with the other hand you softly stroked his inner thigh. You ran that hand up and gently stroked his balls with your fingertips. He moaned and his grip tightened on your hair. You peered up at him from under your lashes, intending to make eye contact, but it was almost more rewarding to see that his head was rested back, and his mouth was wide open. No sound was coming out of his mouth, but he was breathing quite heavily, all thanks to your skillful ministrations. A surge of excitement ran through you, centering right at your core. As the wetness really began to pool in between your legs, you let out a soft moan. If you could have smirked, you would have: that moan had to have felt good to him.

  Suddenly, the harsh sound of the phone ringing startled both of you. You would have pulled your mouth off of Francis, but his hand on the back of your head prevented that. Eyebrows furrowed, you looked up at him. He gently stroked your head, before saying,