Alphonse Elric x Reader Lemon

Slightly Dark!Dominant!Alphonse x Reader Lemon

A/N: By the way, this will all be in Reader's (your) P.O.V (point of view) and also, chapters 1-4 are how the lemon started, so if you want to skip ahead, be my guest. Enjoy! (and have plenty of nosebleeds, fangirl attacks, etc.... ;p)

"____?" Alphonse Elric's soft voice asked. I snapped out of my daydreaming and faced the golden haired boy with a slightly surprised face. Smiling, I replied cleverly with, "Yeah, Al? What's wrong?" Raising his brows, he said, "Nothing. I was worried about you for a bit. You seemed like you were off in your own little world, so I just wanted to make sure my company isn't boring, is all." He smiled nervously, scratching his cheek.

"No, no! You aren't boring at all Al. I was just thinking. I'm fine." I reassured him. Suddenly, a shadow crossed over his eyes. Just as I was about to ask what's wrong, he looked up, the shadow vanishing. He then blushed a crimson red and shook his head rather harshly.

"Al, you OK?" I asked, worried. Looks like the tables can turn pretty fast. He looked at me with a pained expression, then looked away again. "Y-yeah. I'm fine ____." He then turned a darker (if possible) shade of red, and I was starting to wonder if he was sick. I crawled closer to the side of the bed that he sat on and leaned over him, touching my hand to his forehead. Still flushed, he looked up at me with a tad bit panicky look. "Hmm," I started, "you don't feel like you have a fever Al. Are you sure your alright?" I interrogated. He nodded, not saying anything.

 What is he not telling me? I know something's wrong. Doesn't he trust me? Not paying attention to anything but my thoughts I didn't notice Al start panting rather hard until he flipped me over. "A-al! What are you d-doing?!" I squeaked. Al has never done anything like this before, even if it's a small matter. He didn't answer. Instead, he continued to pant. "A-" I was trying to say his name, but I was cut off by his lips.

After a few minutes he pulled away, leaving us both breathless. He then started unbuttoning my shirt. "N-no, Al! S-stop it!" I yelled, blushing. I was now afraid of being alone in my house with him. He shook his head, lowering his lips to my ear. "I'm sorry, ____. I can't help it. Please forgive me." he begged. I wanted to cry.

"N-no, Al....please, stop." My lip quivered and my eyes watered up, but before the salty liquid could fall he kissed them away. "____, please don't cry. I promise I'll be gentle, so it's alright." he smiled sadly at me. "Al. I....I'm s-scared." I told him. It was the truth. I'd never seen Al like this, and it scared me. A lot. "Shh, everything's going to be fine, ____. Don't worry." he caressed my cheek softly with his bare hands.

He slipped off my now unbuttoned shirt, and since my breasts were small (along with the rest of me) I wasn't wearing a bra since they were uncomfortable and unnecessary. He smirked upon seeing this. "____. Looks like you got ready for this." he teased me. He kissed me once more, then went to my jaw, then my neck, and following along my collarbone he kissed a certain spot that made me tingle.

I moaned despite my protest, and he took note that that must be my sweet spot. So he kissed, and licked, and bit softly, pleasuring me but not as much as he could have. Teasing me. Several quiet moans escaped my lips, and even though I didn't notice, Al got harder with each one. He stopped, and when you thought he was finished, he started kissing your small breast, massaging the other.

The pleasure was even greater this time, and then he started biting and licking the nipple as well. He moved on to the other one, this time rubbing my other bud, but got bored quickly. Giving my breasts a squeeze, one in each hand, he moved on to my pants. He impatiently unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down, sliding off my jeans and leaving me in only my underwear. I was a red-faced mess by then. I moaned as Alphonse put to fingers to my cloth-covered clit and rubbed, soft and slow. It was utter torture.

He smirked. "____, you're wet already. I'm starting to think you're enjoying this. Not as much as I am, though." he ripped off my panties, leaving me entirely naked. I whimpered, and he quickly tried to reassure me. "It's OK, ____. You're beautiful." he lowered his head down in that area and licked up some of my juices. "Mmmm~" he said. "You taste good, ____."

He then inserted his tongue, causing me to moan loudly. He moved in and out, but right when I was about to release, he took his wet muscle out of me.