SO sorry for the wait! This was requested by Hitocherry

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You found yourself inside a box, wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper, with ribbon decorations on top. As if this situation wasn't already cramped and awkward enough from being stuck in a box, you were supposed to be delivered to Alfred.

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It was eerily quiet as you waited for him to place his own presents under the Christmas tree, which you had assumed was covered in even more flashy Christmas decorations.

But, you're just guessing. For all you know, he's just choosing to leave a beautifully wrapped box out in the freezing cold since he knows you're in there and just wants you to freeze as revenge for not sending him a Christmas gift.

'Times are tough when you enjoy being an asshole to people, am I right?' You thought to yourself, rubbing your arms to create some warmth to your bare skin.

All of a sudden, there was a click from what you assumed was his front door, before being lifted off of the cold, hard cement.

The silent night was replaced by obnoxious humming of a song you couldn't name, yet recognized. It sounded like some sort of cheesy Christmas song. Or maybe Alfred just wasn't capable of singing a song as it was originally sung.

After what felt like forever of being carried around while being forced to listen to Alfred butcher what was most likely a Christmas classic, he took a seat.

Now, you figured that it might've been safe to release a sigh of annoyance you'd been holding onto, except it wasn't. The second you released said sigh, he began eagerly shaking his gift (your hiding place) excitedly like a young kid.

"Aw, man! This is fricken' huge! What's in it?!" Alfred questioned himself, his voice higher than normal, probably because he'd grown so impatient and curious just by the irregular size of his present.

"Oh, my God," He muttered, as he read the mini to-and-from sticker. Christmas-themed, of course. "This isn't from (Y/N).?"

The American sounded somewhat hurt. Like he'd been lied to over and over again, then denied of something he'd dreamt of. Like it was just a cruel joke played on him.

Your heart sank slightly. After all, a discouraged Alfred is a bad Alfred. Oh, how you wanted to break your way out of the intricately wrapped box, just to say 'I'm here! Don't be sad!'

Naturally, it wasn't going to work out like that. All it took was a moment of moping for him to recover, then resume viciously shaking his present.

The rapid shaking grew sickening almost immediately. Fortunately, Alfred was curious enough to give into his impatient-ness. It was easy to tell from him ripping apart the wrapping paper, then yanking the box open, tearing the tape right on off eagerly.

Instead of being greeted with some wicked item that'd he'd use for a few hours then abandon completely after growing bored of, he was greeted with your (E/C) eyes and cheeky smile.

"Crazy Christmas Eve, huh?" You spoke nervously, unaware of what kind of situation this was. The mood was hard to read, and you were just assuming he was incredibly disappointed.

Instead of any indication of sorrow, you were surprised with a breathless laugh. "Totally," Alfred agreed. You both smiled at each other, waiting for the other to say something to spark up a conversation.

As sweet as the situation was, your legs ached, and you longed to stretch them out. "Hey, Alfie? Help me out would ya?" Your visible discomfort was enough for him to lift you out of the messily unwrapped present without being asked. "One step ahead of ya, babe!"

Pushing the cardboard box off of his upper thighs, he placed you back on his lap. Despite it being so chilly, you'd decided to wear a white nightdress. That was only for comfort reasons though.

Alfred eyed your exposed thigh, as the skirt had hiked up. His breathing hitched. "So," he took a short breather, "What'd ya get me for Christmas?" You paled, staring into his dark, glistening, eyes.

He seemed to be feeling more than one emotion, so yet again, you were unable to read the mood. "Oh, uh.." you averted your gaze from his and gulped, "Nothing. Sorry, I thought that.. we weren't close enough for you to expect a gift from me. I'm really sorry.." You explained as politely as possible.

The room became dead quiet as he glared at you. Although, he wasn't angry or upset in anyway. His glare shifted from emotionless to somewhat seductive, matching his sudden smirk. His countenance was enough to make your stomach churn.

"I've got an idea for ya, (Y/N)!" He sang, leaning in closer to your face. Gaining colour again, you softly asked what he wanted. His answer wasn't what you wanted nor expected, but it was certainly accepted.

"Suck my jingle bells."

Well, you would've accepted it differently if he'd worded that differently. It was cute enough for you to make a snort-like noise as you covered your nose and mouth with your hand. "That was hot, Alfred!"

He smiled sheepishly, averting his gaze from your own. "The hero just has to be blunt sometimes, y'know?" He replied, waiting for you to answer. You rolled your eyes, standing up and holding your hand out for Alfred to take. "C'mon, let's go." And with that, the two of you wandered off to his bedroom hand-in-hand.

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The two of you lay beneath the flannel bed sheets and duvet on his bed, naked, staring into each other's eyes longingly. You laid back into the pillow, relaxing your body and rubbing his broad shoulders.

Alfred chuckled, staring down at you. This is so much better than he imagined it could be! Not that you two had done anything, but it was already so hot! Not to mention how you smiled bashfully, and stated, "Missionary is basic, Alfie,"

He shook his head in response, removing his glasses. He placed them on the nightstand, then leaned down to the crook of your neck. Alfred smooched the soft flesh, before running his tongue all the way up along your neck, along your jaw, only stopping once he reached your earlobe.

He began nibbling on it as he purred, "I'll spoil you tonight, babe. Don't worry about the little things, just let me take care of ya.." his tone of voice gave you butterflies. Not that you didn't already feel uneasy, all of this had been playing with both your feelings and your body. It'd been so long since you'd gotten anything!

Alfred began leaving love bites back down to the crook of your neck, causing you to breathe rather heavily. Your arousal was prominent. He could feel your pert nipples pressing into his chest, catching his interest as he held himself up. Turning his attention to them.

At first, he'd only focused on trailing his finger around your areola on one tit, playing with it and seeing how it'd change ever so slightly from the chilly air, your arousal; subtle touches began to toy with your body in minor ways. Now that he'd finally touched you, Alfred began testing you.

First, a flick. Alfred flicked your sensitive bud, smirking with your restrained whimper. He knew he didn't want to toy with your body like this, rather... he was tempted to quit using his hands altogether, using his mouth instead; simply to get a taste of you.

Alfred followed his heart, latching onto one of your pert buds. He'd looked up at you, searching for praise, some sort of reaction to comfort him, to inform him he was doing more than alright. Instead, he found nothing. Well, not nothing. You'd only leaned back, staring directly at the ceiling. Except, it clearly didn't feel remarkable, as your facial expression screamed.

You had to admit that even though your body enjoyed the contact, despite his treatment feeling so clumsy, you hadn't lost your libido. In fact, it was only growing stronger. Your stomach churned, your core ached! All you wanted was for his hands- his mouth- to travel elsewhere.

"Alfie, not there," you softly begged, "Here." Moving his larger, rougher, hand to where you longed to be caressed most, to experience more rugged and carefree touches. Between your legs at your aching pussy.

Alfred looked down to where your legs had spread, displaying your desire. Your velvety labia parted in the slightest, most inviting way, portraying just how desperate you were, both physically and mentally.

"There..?" Alfred gulped, barely preventing his hand from trembling against your pussy. "It looks a lot more intimidating than it really is!" You insisted, smiling comfortingly. "If you'd like, I can start off on top?"

Alfred scoffed in shock. "No way, babe! I know what to do! I got this!" He fibbed, ignoring his doubts and worries. Shaking your hand off of his own, using his thumb, he pressed against your core. His chaste touches hadn't ceased, they were just leaving you wanting more.

Sighing, you rolled on top and pushed him back. "I'll help you gain confidence, Alfie.~" You purred. He pouted with a blush evident on his face, watching as you took his dick in hand. Already semi-erect from seeing your naked body and from touching it, Alfred was eager to see what would come next.

Flashing a cheeky grin at him, you spat into your hand for some lubrication; running your hand up his shaft, your palm wrapped around him tightly. Once at the tip, while using your index finger, you rubbed along his slit. In response, Alfred shuddered.

Moving your free hand from the sheets, you dusted your fingers across your pussy, still begging you- or anyone, really- for attention. Your fingers ran over your velvety labia, your desire trickling onto them.

Deciding to quit it with the hesitation, you shoved two in, drawing a groan from your throat. Despite having attempted to fill yourself up to tide you over until later, you felt empty and needier.

Massaging your insides, as well as his cock, you focused on helping him grow fully erect so he'd please the two of you. You looked forward to the next step most, the part where he'd finally be entering you.

Alfred's lustful gaze sent chills down your spin, goosebumps appearing along your smooth skin. More than anything, he longed to be on top. To be able to finger-fuck you while watching you devour his cock eagerly, as well as following his instructions. But this experience itself was more than enough to satisfy him. More than satisfy him, in fact! You being on your knees sucking him off while pleasing yourself was pandering his primal instincts.

He shook his head, shaking away the irrelevant thoughts. As of this moment, he planned only to do what you wanted; what you craved. Taking you by the chin, Alfred lifted your pretty face, and mouth, away from his cock.

"Don't you think that it's 'bout time we start something we'll both enjoy? Even more so than what's going on now?" Alfred spoke, attempting to be suave. Nodding in response, you kicked the blankets back further, to ensure nothing would get in the way for what had yet to come.

You.

Climbing on top and settling in a crouching position, your hand found its way to his pulsating cock once more. After aligning it with your vagina, you began lowering yourself, taking his entire length in slowly.

As soon as you'd engulfed each inch of him, you remained still, looking down at him. His pleasure, etched out on his face. Alfred's hands found their way to your hips, using little strength to ensure each in of him was inside, your walls aching around him, a needy moan leaving your throat.

Your walls ached, clenching around him, in a desperate attempt to milk him. From the look of Alfred, he was struggling to prevent that.

"Oh, God," Alfred grunted, his teeth grit, his body warming up to this entire arousing sensation, barely resisting to melt inside you.

That statement, 'Oh, god,' grew common once you'd adjusted to his inhumane size, as you'd begun to rock your hips.

Erotically, your hips swayed, grinding against him, and slammed down onto him, all while abusing and pleasing your g-spot. Your whimpers and moans fell from your mouth, taking away Alfreds words.

His hands found their way to your thighs, squeezing them tightly, assisting you with riding him.

This turned to a pattern, as Alfred slowly picked up just how to do this activity. And eventually... just how he wanted to do this activity.

He then lightly shoved you back onto the bed, repositioning the two of you where you where on your back, your legs on his shoulders; him, humping you, as an animal in heat would.

The room echoed in moans, groans, as he began to fuck you senseless, skin slapping, grunts; just raw, filthy, sex.

With rushed, breathless, whimpers, you rapidly neared your end. The surprise of Alfred's sudden wave of dominance threw you off, aroused by the display.

His scowl, occasionally grunts, sweat-covered body, Alfred was exuding sensuality.

In due time, you'd reached your end. With spasming legs, a rush of heat, and a wave of immense pleasure, you came. Arching your back, one final, loud, moan left your throat, toes curled, laying in pure bliss as Alfred continued to fuck you, deeply and slowly.

With your orgasm being prolonged, Alfred giving you his all before his inevitable climax, leaving you amazed.

While groaning out for you lowly, through gritted teeth, Alfred came. Filling you to the brim, his hips didn't stop until you had both finished.

Panting softly, Afred pulled out of you, laying on his stomach beside you. You looked over at him, petting his head. "Wow, Alfie... didn't know you had it in you." You laughed, grinning at him.

In respond, he grinned lazily, displaying a version of his hero smile. "Nah, I was cool the entire time! I was just waiting to blow your mind, as to be expected of a hero."

Rolling your eyes, you laughed... then stopped. "Hey, we used protection, right?"

"Protection? Why would we need to be protected??"

"Oh, dear God."

~ End.

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