AmeriPan Oneshots

How Long? (Smūt)

((So, I got the idea that ya'll might wanna see Keeks in a maid dress, because I suddenly got a shit ton of people that said they liked the prompt where Keeks was teasing Alfred in a maid dress))
((Side note: This chapter contains descriptive sexual content. If stories of this nature bother you, please click away now.))
((But let's be honest, literally all of you asked for this.))

The depth of shame Kiku was feeling was almost immeasurable. However, it wasn't because he was wearing this frilly garment that made him feel like the embodiment of sin that had grown legs and walked. It was because for some odd, odd reason, he felt an inexplicable rush when he was wearing it.

He currently sported tight-fitting velvet pumps on his feet, that had small white bows on the buckles. Up his legs flowed two silky, pure-almost too pure-white stockings, that gripped his thighs at the tighter-fitting lacy area at the top. The black lace was attached to garter belts, that disappeared under the white ruffles of the dress. Oh, the dress. The skirt of it was fluffy and frilly and barely covered anything, leaving little to the imagination every time he bent over. The bodice was tight, enough so that Kiku was convinced it was modeled after a corset. A simple black collar with white frills was around his neck, and long, silky gloves adorned his arms. Finally, the outfit was crowned with a black headpiece, that had little white bows and frills that were similar to the other aspects of the outfit.

In shorter terms, absolutely stunning. And the closest word Kiku could use to describe how he felt were ones that America used all the time. (Sadly, never too him.) Stunning, foxy, gorgeous.

And of course, Kiku Honda felt hot.

There was only one remaining question. Did he feel hot enough to appear like this in front of his best friend? His body might be saying yes, but that nagging voice in his head was saying, no, no, no.

'You've already sent the invitation,' Kiku reasoned with himself in his mind. 'It would be horridly rude if you were to tell him that you couldn't accept his company now. He's come all this way...'

His thoughts were interrupted by an echo of knocking off of the fine wood of his front door. Instead of a few even taps, the noise came to him almost like a little tune. Kiku gulped when it dawned on him that it was the melody that Alfred always used.

'Alfred...' Kiku thought again, his eyes fluttering shut as he wondered, his head leaning against the kotastu table. 'This... this might shatter his impression of me. Mr. America thinks very highly of me, does he not? Is losing his respect... really worth the dishonor of rejecting this dare...?'

He was started again by a more urgent set of knocking, and the faint echo of Alfred's voice. "Uh, helloooo? Kiku? Are you home?" Only this time, the raven felt a surge of panic.

"E-Eh, one minute, please!" Kiku called back, his voice slightly raised. Choose. Choose now. Best friend, honorability. Best friend, honorability. Best friend...

Suddenly, a third thought popped into his mind, and his lithe frame shuddered with delight. It was a stretch, but maybe. Just maybe. Like if you squint, that much of a maybe. Nobody said that he couldn't try to captivate his friend, in a certain way. It would offer a valid reason for dressing in drag.

It was a scene straight from a cheesy porn manga, to say the least. Though, a girl would usually be wearing the dress... but that didn't matter.

Kiku stood up and sauntered over to the door with a newfound bout of confidence, grasping the handle and pulling his door open enough to reveal half of his face to Alfred. Immediately, the American's aimless chatter began.