Hetalia:Alfred F. Jones

Alfred leans back in his chair, eyes fluttering as you grind yourself onto his cock. One hand on your waist and the other holding up his half eaten donut. The rest of the box remains discarded, hazardously pushed into the passenger seat alongside your purse. It only took you a few minutes to make a move, out late at night in a secluded area with hours to spare. It’s perfect, you’re perfect, to him at least. He takes a bite of his donut, casually angling his hips upward just the way you need him too as he ruts into you.

His arms feel weak, his eyes barely able to stay open long enough for him to see the way your face contorts in pleasure. He sighs under his breath, already thinking of all the positions he can bend you into once he’s finished his donut. He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, leaning back in his seat again to take another bite out of his donut. Just a little while longer, you can hold out until then. His eyes trail downward, lazily rolling his hips up to watch you fuck yourself onto his dick. He pulls his hand from your hip, trailing downward to rub circles against your clit. All he had to do was ask you to get donuts with him, years of pining and slow progress just for a box of donuts to reward him with this.

He pulls his hand off your clit, pulling open your jacket to expose your bare chest to him. He knew asking you to wear that puffy jacket was a good idea, god you look so hot like this. He gropes your tit, popping what’s left of his donut into his mouth before he dusts off his hand and gets serious. One hand fondling your chest, the other rubbing your clit as he thrust upward to meet your hips. It’s so hot, you’re so hot, he can barely focus. He’s gonna fuck you so hard after this, his mouth is watering at the thought.