note; wrote this a couple months ago but never put it here- its my first piece in years so i hope it's alright :>
° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . nsfw !! hws america with mentions of afab reader
perverted in love alfred coming over to ur place for the first time...
he finds ur laundry basket on his way to the bathroom and he just cant help himself. he has to get a hold of a pair of ur underwear, breathe you in, smell your sweet scent. he tried to stop himself, he really did. but seeing that pair of pink lacey panties at the top of the pile- it was so you.. so cute and- oh? is that a wet spot? you must've taken it off earlier in the night before your shower. he wondered if the way he flirted with you earlier had been the cause.. what a reward. his hands shook slightly.
he was already at his limit seeing your sleeping face next to him. how your face relaxed as you slept and the soft sound of your breathing, he couldnt stop thinking about how lucky he was that he could make you feel safe enough to sleep next to him. what he wouldn't give to hook your leg over his hip, pull your panties aside and fuck you just like that. but he knew he couldn't, he hadn't told you yet how much he loved you, how much he needed you. he picked up the underwear from the basket, and gave them a once over. the ass is made of mesh? he didnt think you'd wear something like this... but he finds it so hot- your ass must look so good in these. he'd love to see for himself. he stares at them for a moment. is he really gonna do this? he hesitates, then slowly brings the crotch of the fabric to his nose. he breathes in your scent and it goes right to his head- and his lower one. he blushes at the power you have over him, without you even knowing.
he makes his way into the bathroom and closes the door behind him. the scent of your shampoo and body wash still linger in the air. alfred quickly pulls down his sweatpants and boxers to free his hardened leaking cock. hes red in the face, chest heaving, desperate to feel that still-damp spot on his hot tip. he sits on the toilet, legs spread to let his balls hang free. he moves a hand toward his aching cock, wanting to give it a few pumps before the main event, but, afraid that he might cum from just that, he decides against it. he takes another deep breath of your scent and his cock twitches, a few more beads of precum trailing down his shaft. he closes his eyes and imagines you on your back, legs spread for him as he eats you out, your wetness and scent surrounding him, your perfect pussy on display for him.
"i can't take it anymore baby.." he softly whines. with half lidded eyes, alfred leans back and brings your panties down to his cock, pressing the wet spot on them to the tip of his dick. the fabric was soft and slightly cold, making him flinch a bit. he wrapped his hand around his shaft, with the soft fabric of the crotch against the underside of his shaft and began gently stroking his cock- poor thing was already overstimulated. he wondered if you'd ever touched yourself to the thought of him like his is right now. he closed his eyes once again and his head hung back at the thought. you laying there on your bed, naked from the waist down, your oversized tee shirt rode up exposing your soft tummy, and your little hand between your legs, rubbing your clit, wishing he'd come and fuck you already.
"fuck.. f-fuck," he whimpered, now pumping his cock hard. how badly he wanted to hear you beg for him, he couldn't think of anything he'd want more right now. he'd been horny all day for you, it almost felt like you were teasing him, but he knew that wouldn't be fair to you. after all, you're his sweet little virgin, his flirting often went over your head, and he wanted so badly to show you what he truly meant. to slam his lips onto yours, take you into his arms and show you how beautiful you are, how much he loved you.. he imagined what it'd feel like for you to wrap your plush arms around his neck while he kissed you- ohh, fuck fuck... he could barely hold back his whines anymore.
he was fucking his own hand at this point, totally lost in the thought of you, tightening his hand to try and simulate how your walls would feel around his cock- not even thinking about how messy he'd made your panties with his wetness. just a little more baby.. please, alfred begged. he could cum at any moment now as thoughts of you spiraled in his head- the softness of your body under his touch, how good it'd feel to stretch you open- would you whimper and whine about how big he was? would you cry for him? fuck to wipe tears away from those pretty eyes of yours- oh to have those warm brown doe eyes look up at him while he was balls deep inside you.. he sucked in air through his teeth, as his head craned downward finally, he panted yes, yes,
"al?" a cracked voice softly called out from the other side of the door.
he nearly jumped out of his skin as he came, head falling back and back arching as his eyes shot wide open in fear, cum all over your pretty, wet panties. he panted as quietly as he could, as he came down from his high, his body fully relaxing back on the toilet. how was he supposed to save himself right now.. if you opened the door and found him like this.. what would you think? he couldn't chance it. he tried speaking but the noise caught in his throat.
"al? are you ok?" he heard again through the door. such a sweet, caring voice. he wondered how long he'd been in here, how long you'd been awake to notice his absence.
alfred cleared his throat, "i'm ok; go back to bed, i'll be there in a minute." he said weakly, still panting. he wondered what your expression was behind the door, what you were thinking he was doing. the two of you hadn't been precious about these things, often joking about sexual and lavoritorical things for a long time, yet right now he couldn't be more embarrassed, ashamed almost. until he heard a small "okay" from you and the floorboards quietly creek, he was finally able to relax. he is then reminded of his member, still in his hand, and your panties damp and messy with his cum. alfred feels his cock twitch again at the sight of the soiled cloth and thinks for second, maybe i can get away with one more...