Multitasking (18+) Alfred F. Jones
(This is NOT my GIF. The writing is mine though. Smut warning)
Alfred sat beside you on the couch as you worked. He was looking like a kicked puppy due to not getting attention like he so desired. He huffed crossing his arms again. Rolling your eyes at his antics you tried to focus.
Alfred's blue eyes widened at your eye roll, his lower lip jutting out in an exaggerated pout. He shifted closer to you on the couch.
"I'm bored! You've been staring at that screen forever." He slumped dramatically against the armrest.
The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room where Alfred fidgeted.
"Well Alfred some of us actually do our work" You said glancing at him "You should be preparing your speech for the next world meeting anyway"
He groaned theatrically, running a hand through his blonde hair.
"I already know it! I practiced it this morning. Come on, just five minutes?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.
His fingers drummed against the couch cushion impatiently, clearly not interested in preparing anything else today.
"No" You smile before turning back to your computer. This made him gasp dramatically. Alfred then flopped sideways onto your lap with all his weight.
"You're so mean to me! I'm literally dying of boredom here!" He whined, peering up at you with big puppy dog eyes. His head rested heavily on your thigh, his American accent thickening as he played up his distress.
"Go outside, read a book" You began to list things he could do as you focused on typing an email on your computer.
He crossed his arms defiantly, still sprawled across you.
"Outside is boring without you! And I already finished all the comics." He poked your screen making you swat at his hand. "And those books are soooo long."
His blue eyes sparkled mischievously as he added: "Plus, you're way more interesting than any book."
"Alfred I need to get this done" You sigh rubbing your head as you looked at him. He huffed and crossed his arms when you turned away. He began humming the national anthem off-key, very loudly, right next to your ear. Feeling your eye twitch, you place your hand on his face and shove him slightly away.
"You want my attention? Fine" You say smirking closing your computer.
His grin widened at your smirk, sensing the challenge. He finally pulled your hand away from his face.
"Yes ma'am! That's all I've wanted!" He bounced eagerly, unaware of the dark undertone in your voice.
He sat up straighter, ready for whatever you had planned. He yelped when you grabbed his bomber jacket and yanked him to stand.
"Be a good boy and sit" You demanded as you gently shoved him onto the bed setting your computer beside him.
He bounced onto the bed with an 'oof', looking up at you with a mix of surprise and intrigue.
"I can be good" He said uncertainly, but there was a playful glint in his eyes as he settled into a sitting position.
He tilted his head curiously, watch as you scrambled through the closet. His eyes widen seeing rope in your hands. He let out a small sound, not having to protest as you gently pushed him to lie on the bed.
"Jacket and shirt off now"
His cheeks reddened further, but he sat up briefly to comply, unbuttoning his jacket and tugging off his t-shirt. The cool air hit his skin as he lay back down, now in just his jeans and dog tags. He watched you with slightly parted lips, chest rising and falling faster than before.
He hesitates for a moment, then slowly extends his wrists toward you, pulse visible at his throat. His fingers twitched slightly as he waited, trying to maintain his confident facade despite the vulnerable position. Taking his hands gently in your own, you tie his wrists together and glance at him
"Green" He says, his blue eyes searching yours. His eyes hold trust and desire. His breath hitches as you settle on top of him, his bound hands instinctively trying to reach for your waist.
He looks up at you with slightly dilated pupils, a mix of submission and mischief still lingering. The rope creaks softly as he shifts underneath you, clearly torn between staying still and testing your patience further.
"Since you wanted my attention" You smirk tracing your fingers lightly up his sides admiring his smooth skin. His muscles twitch at your touch, a small gasp escaping him. His abs tense and relax under your fingers. He bites his lower lip, trying to hold back sounds, but failing as your nails graze particularly sensitive spots. The rope holds firm as he unconsciously arches slightly into your touch.
A strangled noise escapes his throat as you began to grind against him. The computer teeters dangerously on his stomach as you open it.
"This is… quite the multitasking method…" He manages to say, though his breathing has quickened again.
"Shush now" You smirk as you grind against him feeling his cock harden beneath you.
After a moment you get off him. You cut off his whine with a quick yank of his pants. You toss the blue jeans to the side before you lean forward and free his cock from his boxers. You climb back onto his lap, stabilizing the computer once more. Shifting to the side slightly you pull your panties to the side and sink down onto his cock.
He gasps and whimpers in pleasure under you. His hands tugging at the rope but he doesn't dare to break free knowing you're in charge this time. Bouncing and slightly bending forward you began to ride him as you type out your last email.
Each bounce makes the keyboard clack, his cock throbbing inside you. His abs tremble with restraint. He bites his lip hard, a small whimper escaping as he watches you type so casually while using him. His head falls back against the bed, a low groan rumbling from his chest.
"Ah~… please… I can't-" He starts, then cuts off as the computer bounces with your movement. Smirking while holding back your moans you glance at him over the screen
"I think you can wait till this email is done." You click your tongue "Since you wanted to distract me so much"
He whines desperately, his hips bucking up slightly. The rope creaks as he tugs at it.
"How long? You're killing me here…" His voice is rough with need, watching your fingers fly over the keyboard. He lets out a frustrated growl, bucking up desperately against your slow pace.
"Baby, please… I'll do anything you want after this. Just finish it quick." His eyes are pleading now.
He swallows his pride instantly.
"Please! Please let me move. Let me make you feel good. I need to touch you." His voice is desperate and raw.
You smile and send the email. closing the computer tossing it to the side before you places your hands on each side of his chest before snapping your hips down and riding him with new passion and pace. You lean down to kiss him as he whimpers and moans under you.
He shudders at your kisses, his movements becoming slightly erratic. He kisses back hungrily, moaning into your mouth. His cock pulses as he gets closer.
"I'm close… so close baby… can I cum?" He pants against your lips, his pace becoming frantic.
"Since you asked so nicely" You say unable to deny him this. His whole body tenses at your permission, his hips stuttering as his release builds.
"Thank you, thank you- !" He cries out as he finally lets go, filling you with his hot cum. You continue to ride him through his orgasm before you smirk.
"Now lets see how much more attention you can handle~" You say making his eyes light up.
(it is like, 10pm here and I wrote this because why not. Submissive America is just perfection and there needs to be more. If you like it and want more feel free to send a request!)
