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“You don’t have to go,” Albedo said, chopping up the remaining parsley and using the knife to slide them effortlessly onto the simmering pot. The delicious aroma made your stomach grumble, not wanting to wait another millisecond to eat the dinner your best friend was making for you. It was tradition, a celebration for every time either of you accomplished a goal. Today was your day for being spoiled with dinner, as you had scored a panel at a seminar, which might land you a position to work for your dream lab next year. The thought of showing up tonight and being judged by all the people smarter, better, and way more qualified for the position made your stomach feel queasy. For a second, you forgot you even had to respond to him, so stuck inside your head.
A defeated sigh left your throat, “I’m just nervous, ‘Bedo.”
Absentmindedly, you picked at the frayed pieces of your argyle cardigan. It was a birthday gift from him years ago, and you never admitted it, but it was your absolute favourite piece of clothing you had owned. The man had a way of knowing exactly what you liked. Without even looking, you look tell he was rolling his eyes.
“Everyone knows you’re going to get in,” he spoke up, after a brief pause, rolling up his sleeves higher when washing the remaining dishes as the pot was left to stew. The sound of the water running in the background becomes the background music of this conversation.
You pondered his words briefly. The panel for your work was unique, but so was everyone else’s. Groaning, you stretched out your arms above your head.
“I give up, I should just quit acidaemia and move to an isolated place in the mountains,” playfully, you tapped your chin, pretending to be deep in thought.
“My neighbour will be a goose with a bonnet and the only thing I will ever have to worry about are my silly tea parties and whether or not you are going to be there to argue with me for the day.”
From behind you, the dishes clanked against each other as he laughed, making your heart swell at the noise. Like bells, you hear in your dreams.
“What about food?” Albedo questioned, entertaining your crazy, putting the dishes away as he quickly glanced over the stove.
Feigning hurt, you gasped.
“Are you saying you aren’t going to cook for me?”
“You gotta put a ring on it first, sunshine.”
Sunshine. Sunshine. Sunshine.
His nickname for you made you shiver, thanking the gods that he couldn’t see you freaking out from the sink. You giggled at the joke, shaking your head.
As he put away the last dish, his hands came up to gently squeeze your shoulders as you sat on his dining table, making you jolt in surprise. The area where he was touching felt strangely warm, as it always did whenever he touched you. Your heart flipped in your stomach, reminding you and your body of your insane attraction to the man currently massaging you. Closing your eyes, you leaned into his touch, ignoring how your body reacted to Albedo. It was wrong: how warm he made you feel, how your thighs clenched whenever he was in proximity, how gentle he was with you, how badly you wanted to see him rough with you. But it couldn’t be attainable for you. Never. Years ago, when you finally let yourself admit you were in love with your best friend, you swore to never let it interfere with whatever you had going on. And for Christ’s sake, it was you. Crazy, wild, messy you. And it was him. Serious, sarcastic, dreamy Albedo.
“You’re fucking brilliant,” He finally said, sounding so fucking sure that it made your heart shake with adoration with how good he was to you.
“You work so hard, and you are gonna go and put in the extra work tonight. Show them you care and want this so bad because I know you do.”
A whimper left your throat as he kept massaging your shoulders, and for a second you were sure you felt his hands tense up at the sound. You glanced over at his hands, large and rough with years of work in the lab. Trials and trials of experiments shaped him into the legendary student and scientist he is today. Stupid Albedo and his stupid stupid smart brain you cursed internally, but despite everything, it was him that was the brilliant one.
“Easy for you to say.”
Again, you could feel his eyes roll without even looking.
“Yeah, because I totally don’t think you’re the smartest girl to grace this planet.”
The rings on his fingers felt chillingly cool on your bare shoulders, making you flutter your eyes in pleasure. His words, his touch, his kindness, made you weak in the knees. You prayed he couldn’t tell how he affected you. This type of closeness and intimacy never freaked out either of you. Growing up childhood best-friends, stuff like this came easily.
A laugh shook your body as you fondly remembered a specific memory between the two of you, dating eight years back. A distraction? An attempt to stop the butterflies from rioting in your stomach? You couldn’t tell.
“Do you remember in 9th grade when we tried baking together for the first time, and I accidentally left the muffins in for too long and almost started a fire?” Your heart grew twice the size at that moment, he never berated you for almost (listen, it wasn’t that bad of a situation) killing him that day. He squeezed your shoulder with a chuckle and went to check on dinner, talking as he went. With your back towards him, you couldn’t catch the brief look of adoration he threw your way at the memory.
“Of course I do, it was banana muffins, wasn’t it? Some of them even turned out uh, somewhat edible.”
You could hear the strain in his voice as he tried his best to be nice. He remembers what kind of muffins. What a lovesick fool you were, getting worked up over the tiniest details.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, “Yeah, edible as in I might have started a new type of disease. Maybe I should present that at my panel instead.”
A mhm came from behind you, followed by the sound of the pot being lifted around and him working his magic on the food. Oh lord, was he an amazing cook? Everyone’s mouth watered at Albedo’s food. You let your eyes wander around his apartment as the finishing touches to dinner were being made; you came here so often that it was more home for you than the place you shared with your roommate. The dorky decoration he put up, all after asking if you liked them or not, was so neatly displayed. It was cozy; it looked like it was ripped straight from a magazine. Pictures of you two together were all over the place, all in different parts of your lives.
“You can try to avoid the topic again, but it doesn’t change the fact that the seminar,” a pregnant pause, “is in two hours.”
Your mouth twitched in annoyance and vulnerability as he read you through your attempt to change the conversation. Albedo read you easier than he read his textbooks, easier than anything in the world. That was saying something because everything came so effortlessly to him. A mumbled ‘yeah yeah whatever smartass’ left you in response.
In the next couple of minutes, Albedo slowly brought the perfectly decorated and delicious-looking dinner (doesn’t that rhyme so well?) over to the dining table. You could feel yourself salivating at the sight, desperate to get it in your mouth. One by one he placed the items, not letting you get up and move an inch to help. To your arguments, he would respond ‘you placed the plates earlier, that’s more than enough, and the two of you would bicker back and forth. Although you two rarely said it, this was what made your relationship special. The arguing like a married couple and constantly getting under his skin. Sometimes it even baffled you how long you two had been friends; twelve years was a long time. Conversations came and went easily because there was nobody else that could understand you better than each other. Twelve years spent pining over someone you so desperately wanted more with. But no, you were you, and he was Albedo. The world would end before he saw you as more than he did right now. It hurt your fragile heart, wondering about how different things could be if you ever initiated anything. However, it hurt more if you confessed and lost your best friend. Nothing in the world could nurse a wound that severe.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Albedo joked, snapping you from your trance, as you began to eat again. He sat across from you, looking absolutely tastier than anything you have ever eaten. A dorky t-shirt adorned his figure, the tightness around the arms showing the world the hint of muscle that lay underneath. Hair swept up messily, but in the most charming way possible. It was so dangerously soft recently, and you almost asked him if he used a new conditioner. You wanted it in-between your fingers, to feel the silken strands on that gorgeous head of his.
“Your hair looks really nice recently,” you stated, after finishing a bite of the Rinderroulade, a dish popular in Albedo’s household, and one of your all-time favourites of his cooking.
“It just looks soft, like really soft.”
His cheeks tinted pink at your words, and your heart fell from your chest to your feet at the precious expression on his face. Albedo’s eyes flickered up to your hair for a second before coming back down to your eyes; they softened, and an unreadable expression flashed in those orbs.
“I am sure you would say the same and more if you were to see yourself right now.” He spoke and returned to focus on his food. You had to close your eyes for a brief second, processing his words. As cryptic as he was, they made your stomach churn in delight. His words made you feel special because you knew they were nothing far from absolutely genuine.
How long are we going to pretend like there isn’t something between us
How long can I go on pretending that I don’t want to kiss you right now
How fucking long can I do this with you, Albedo?
You knew what you needed tonight, and it was to clear your head for a bit. Recently, you had been getting too riled up and too into your feelings for him. Even now, at dinner, you wanted nothing more than to get pressed up against the wall by him. Which wasn’t a good sign. The longer you let those butterflies stay caged up inside you, the worse it was going to hurt for you.
“I think I’ll go and monitor my panel today. It might be good for me and who knows,” you let out a huff of air and repeated his message from earlier, “it might make me stand out.”
Albedo flashed his smile up at you.
“Are you coming hereafter? I wanna hear all about it.”
“Of course, you’re the only person I want to tell it all too.”
And it was true. It was always him you wanted to express your excitement too. Your anger, your sadness, your joy. Although he could read you like a book, he always wanted to know the thoughts inside your head. You wanted to tell him everything, bare yourself raw to the boy you loved so achingly that it made you feel like the only person capable of loving someone this hard. But some words you thought, are better left unsaid.
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The panel went, honestly…
fucking fantastic.
As you were driving back from the university, you felt at peace after an exhausting couple hours. The time flashed brightly as you glanced up briefly, blaring the numbers 10 pm. With the windows down, the breeze fawned your face, causing strands of your hair to fly astray. Music blasted out from the speakers, playing Swim by Chase Atlantic, filling you with a type of confidence you didn’t think was possible. Turning right on the upcoming streets, and you were in front of Albedo’s apartment complex. It was a decent-sized place, and with the area being full of university students, it was quite empty from everyone being away for spring break. You pulled over into the parking lot and turned off the ignition, trying to still your thumping heart. For a second, you felt yourself falter as you walked over to the main doors, nervous to tell him all about it.
Pulling out your phone, you sent a quick text to ‘Bedo.
coming up loser
He texted back surprisingly quick, making you giggle.
okay weirdo
As you pressed the elevator to go up to his floor, you repeated what you were going to tell him in your head. The last thing you wanted to do was make him think you weren’t qualified, or just –
Snap
The sound of someone snapping their fingers in front of your face made you jump, stopping your thought process. Looking up, you saw Albedo looking down at you in amusement, obviously having caught you getting inside your own head. He was waiting for you by the elevator. You smiled sheepishly at him, before running up and wrapping your arms around his neck in excitement. His warmth surrounded you, automatically letting every worry leave your body. The scent of him filled your head, the familiarity of sandalwood and vanilla.
“Tell me you got the position, sunshine.”
You grinned into his shoulder, and felt his arms grip your waist tighter.
“Looks like I won’t have to move to the mountains anymore!”
The conversation went on as you both walked into his apartment, which was conveniently the closest to the elevator. He kept telling how proud he was of you, making your heart beat at an unrelenting pace. You had to keep telling yourself to remain sane. Ripping off your converse, you flopped yourself onto his couch face first. Albedo’s laugh echoed throughout the apartment, and you felt himself sit on the couch next to yours.
“What do you feel like doing?” He questioned, reaching over and ruffling your hair.
You scowled up at him, messy hair framing your face.
I want to kiss you until I’m sick of it.
“How about we watch a movie?”
Albedo hummed in agreement.
Yawning, you sit up and stretch your body out, exposing your stomach. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Albedo’s gaze flicker to your body for a fraction of a second. Heat filled your body, and you wondered if his body reacted the way yours did. Albedo felt his jaw tense and tighten at the sight, even though you couldn't notice the change in his movement.
As you two decide on a movie and get everything ready, you are assigned to blanket duty, while hes in charge of food. While getting blankets, you change your clothes, grabbing a random shirt of ‘Bedos and slipping it over your body. His shirts were enormous on you, reaching the middle of your thigh. Caving, you took a whiff of his shirt, letting his scent invade your senses. A soft moan left you, that man is going to be the death of you. You shrugged your skirt off, and covered yourself in a blanket, heading for the living room.
“Hey–" Albedo’s voice rasped as he looked up at you, letting his eyes wander from top to bottom. A shiver ran down your spine as you watched his eyes widen at your attire.
“Thought I would get comfy,” You fiddled with your fingers as you made yourself comfortable beside him, the lights dim; suddenly aware of everything about yourself. Albedo’s face was illuminated by the bright red lights from the Netflix screen. He looked like he was absolutely glowing.
“Of course.” He sounded like he was in pain, not looking your way. Grabbing a throw pillow from your right, he put it over his lap, letting his hands rest on top. Instead of the jeans he was wearing earlier, he had plaid PJs on. Hugging his lower body so fucking deliciously. Albedo could feel your eyes on his briefly. How embarrassing you thought to yourself, you're undressing him with your eyes.
He pressed play for the movie, a random Rom-com you two picked earlier, and you let your head rest on his shoulder. This was your definition of a perfect day. After a while, his hand came to rest gently on your thigh, tracing shapes with his fingers. You smiled at the gesture; he was always like this with you. However, it made the space between your thighs throb, so desperate for his touch. You pushed it out of your head, trying to focus on the movie again. However, uh, it was hard to focus with the two main characters kissing on the screen. You giggled and poked his hard forearm.
“Oh my god, look its us!” You joked, blatantly aware of how it was, definitely something the two of you would never do. Albedo tensed at your side, turning to face you. Something hot slithered in your belly at his expression. His face was unreadable, but there was a look of want and desperation in his eyes.
“Oh yeah?” He mumbled, his hand on your thigh tightened as he paused the movie.
A nervous laugh left you, hyper aware of the tone of his voice and his hand gripping your thigh. He cannot stop himself from continuing; the confidence in his voice surprising him.
“You’ve never thought about us like that, ever?” His other hand came up to brush a strand of your hair behind your head, eyes locked directly onto yours. There was no way for you to will any words to leave your mouth. You felt your throat dry under his heated gaze. One of Albedo’s eyebrows quirked up at you being speechless. However, you were quick to try to say something.
“I- uh, of course not,” you forced yourself to laugh to ease the blood rushing in your ears.
“I know you don’t—”
“Not once in twelve years?” He lowered his face down to yours, hit hot breath fanning your face, hand still gripping your thigh so good. You could feel yourself getting wetter under his touch, his gaze, his eyes still secured onto yours.
A whimper left your throat, all your senses being drowned by Albedo. The sound of your breaths being the only audible sound. Oh, and the sound of your heart heating so hard you were sure he could hear it too. You closed your eyes and a shaky breath rocked your body.
“No, I have never.”
With your eyes closed, you couldn’t feel Albedo, but you could feel his breath on your neck now. Fanning your ears; you were embarrassed at how easily the goosebumps spread over your body.
He knows when I’m lying.
When he opened his mouth, they were so dangerously close to your neck. How many times have you fantasized about this?
“Because I have,”
His words break something inside you, something you tried to hide for years, and you let out a moan. Albedo’s hands moved to cup your face. The large hands enveloping your face, the warmth and tenderness of it all making your head spin. You heard your name being spoken aloud and it sounded so different this time. He made it sound like a prayer.
“Open your eyes,” You obliged.
As soon as you did, you clenched your thighs together. His face was painfully close to yours. The throw pillow, now gone from his lap, made you gasp. He was so fucking hard. Albedo, your best friend, of twelve years, was hard from barely touching you.
“Try and answer my question again, sunshine.” A ghost of a smile was on his face. He knows what he’s doing tome. Oh god.
“Yes,” you blurted out. “I think about kissing you about every ten fucking minutes ‘Bedo—”
You weren’t given the opportunity to finish as he smashed his lips onto yours. For a second, you blanked, your heart about to beat out of your chest. There was no way this was happening. Regaining your stability, you moved your mouth against his. He tasted so goddamn good. Albedo’s mouth moved deliciously against yours, an occasional groan vacating his chest, and making its way between your legs. You pull him closer, closer, closer. Your stomach in free fall at the feeling of his mouth pressed against yours. Has he always been this amazing of a kisser? You move your hands to snake around his neck, gripping his shirt from the back. Tugging on it, and then moving your hands to tug on his gorgeous hair. Albedo growls under you, and it fuels your movements. Hands in his hair, his scent fills you greater than anytime before. He needs this as bad as you do. Oh my god, how long have you wanted this?
He’s moving his hands everywhere he can, no longer cupping your face. They move to your waist, and you let out a yelp as he picks you up effortlessly and moves you onto his lap. The dirtiest moan leaves you, and his hands grip your waist tighter. He is so fucking hard under you. His clothed cock presses so deliciously onto your panties, exposed by how far his shirt has hiked up on your waist. Albedo closes his eyes for a second, if you keep moving on him like this, he is definitely going to release into his pants. His cock twitched with every moan that left your mouth. You break the kiss to take a breather, pressing your forehead against him.
“Oh my god, that just happened,” both of you laugh at your words. A wave of insecurity hits you, and you know he can sense it. His hands move gently over your hips, erasing any hint of worry you have.
“’Bedo, I want you.”
His fingers pressed around your waist, and you swear he gets harder underneath you.
Your name leaves his mouth over and over. He has to close his eyes,
“Sunshine, I wanted you since the day I met you.”
And he’s pressing his mouth against your neck, your collarbone, your shoulders. The moans leaving you are downright dirty, and Albedo is enjoying every single one of them.
“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this,” Albedo mumbled against your neck, pressing you further down on his bulge. Your eyes roll back at his words and at the mouth-watering feeling of being pressed against him. He is so big under me you think to yourself, as you grind harder on him. He gasps at the feeling, and the feeling of grounding him like this under you makes you feel so fucking good.
His lips latch onto your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. A flurry of words leaves your mouth, all of them unintelligible and most being oh god fuck, oh my god. Albedo’s hand trails from your should to your back, automatically making you arch for him. You let your head rest on his shoulder, overcome by the sheer pleasure of being touched by him.
“You’re so sensitive, baby,” he coos, slipping his hands under your shirt. Your hands grip onto his shoulders, trying to find a sense of stability. God, you close your eyes. He’s breaking you down so easily; making you crumble to pieces on his lap.
“Let me see you.”
And now he’s taking your shirt off, throwing it across the room like the only thing that matters in the world is you. The sound of your pants makes his head fill with filthy images. He doesn’t waste a single second and kisses up from your navel to your breasts, taking off your bra like it’s the easiest task he has ever done. When he glances up at you, you swear time stops on the spot. You’re praying that you haven’t dripped onto his PJs. Albedo hums onto your sternum and moves his hands to cup your tits. His fingers wrap perfectly around them; like they were made for holding you this way. Albedo lets a finger brush against the hardened nub, and you have to stop yourself from convulsing around him. The way he’s staring at them makes you think you could cum on the spot; he looks like he’s starved, like he hasn’t truly been hungry until this exact moment.
“Please.” You can’t help yourself from begging.
And he doesn’t argue. His lips latch around the hardened bud as he licks it, the sight of him sucking on your nipple enough to make you moan, let alone the feeling. You tilt your head back with a whine, relishing in the feeling of being touched. Albedo’s eyes look up at you as he sucks and tugs on your nubs. The look in his eyes is enough to tell you that he’s enjoying this. Your eyes are blown wide as he lets go of your nipple with a pop and you think he’s going to move to the next, but he presses your tits together and wraps his mouth both nipples at once.
“’Bedo, oh my fucking god, please I—” It feels too good for you to handle, and you’re definitely going to cum on his lap, cum inside your panties. And he hasn’t even touched you anywhere else.
He uses one of his hands to grip your waist, and then moves it to the side of your panties, gripping them so hard you swear he’s going to rip them off. It’s a casual way of telling you that you can take it. The sensation of his mouth moving against your nipples sends tingles down to your clit, and you’re grinding on him like you’ve gone stupid.
Albedo’s mouths detach from your nipples, and he’s breathing heavily after all that work. Your nipples perk up, and they’re still so fucking hard. Puffy from the assault of his beautiful mouth; that ache has gone all the way between your thighs. You need him so bad; you have never wanted someone as bad as this.
His moans fill the room, as you press your clothed cunt harder onto his cock, so hard against his thigh that you think it must be painful.
“Sunshine,” he groans, and you whimper seeing him feel good for you.
“You won’t believe how many times I’ve fucked my fist to this,” he’s saying absolute filth into your ear as his fingers hook around your lacy red panties, the throbbing gets worse. You don’t even have time to process what happens as he rips the thin cloth; he rips your panties off. Throwing them across the room, under the dim light, you know he can still see how wet you must be.
“How many times?” You get bold.
“I came all over the shower when you left after dinner. Thought about you on top of me like this,” All you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears.
Albedo’s fingers move down and down and down until his fingers land between your slit. He lets out a low groan at the slick pooled between your cunt, no panties to stop it from dripping onto his bulge. You can feel him playing with the juices you produced, shamelessly letting himself indulge. Whimpering, you grind on his fingers.
“Sunshine, fuck,” he moans, moving his fingers to finally rest on your clit. He moves his head to capture your lips, his long fingers playing your pussy at the same time. Albedo toys with the sensitive bud, teasing you relentlessly.
“You’re so fucking wet,” All you can do is moan in response as he lets go of your lips, not before biting the bottom lip. His fingers are still making a mess of you.
“You like this don’t you? Being a good girl for me, only for me?” His words almost send you into cardiac arrest. You nod pathetically, whimpering and grinding on his hands. Albedo’s fingers are so covered in your slick that it almost feels too much for you to take.
His hands leave your clit, and you are quick to whine at the loss of pressure. You can feel him smirk against your shoulder.
“Use your words.”
“Please,” Closing your eyes, you feel yourself shaking.
“You were being such a good girl, too.” He tsks.
“Yes, I like being a good girl for you. I like it when you touch me. So please, please fucking touch me,” It comes out of you in the most anguished tone. So dizzy with pleasure, you can’t think straight.
Albedo’s hands return to your cunt, and your back arches when he slides a finger into you. The stretch of his long fingers fills you up so deliciously.
“Such an obedient girl for me,” you have to shut your eyes at the words.
“I’ve always wanted to finger-fuck your pussy like this, exactly like this. Exactly on my couch, on my bed, against the wall,” and he moans as he’s fingering you. The words so tight, so fucking perfect around my fingers reverberate around you. Sounds of your tight hole being penetrated by his fingers fill the living room, the filthy wet noises of your messy pussy making both of you crazy.
And it gets worse because he pushes another finger inside you, so deep inside your pussy. The middle and ring finger work so hard against your entrance, the pressure making you shake against him. Your body is buzzing with pleasure, and the moans leaving your body would be enough to wake up the entire apartment complex if they weren’t away for Spring Break.
“’Bedo—”
You’re begging, dropping his name like he’s everything holy, but your words are swallowed by his lips as he moves his fingers faster inside you, rubbing your walls better than you could yourself, and your thighs are shaking. If he doesn’t stop soon, you’re going to come all over him.
“Sunshine,” he growls, and you can feel it add to your pleasure.
“I’m going to tell you what’s gonna happen next okay, ‘kay?” Albedo’s words slur against you.
With the little energy you have, you lock your eyes with his.
“I’m going to eat out that tight cunt of yours, and you’re going to cum for me,” and with that, he takes his fingers out of you, leaving you feeling empty without him inside you. And you let him manhandle you, as he gets up and moves you so that your head is against the armrest, legs sprawled all over the couch. Albedo’s drinking in this sight of you, the front of his PJs drenched from your juices. The intensity in this gaze makes you blush.
“You’re the sweetest thing I have ever laid my eyes on,” His words are so soft. He closes his eyes for a second and slips his hands over his neck to slip out of his shirt. You have to clench your thighs at the sight. He is literally perfect. Albedo’s chest is not too muscular, but you can make out the fine lines of muscle, sculpted to fit him perfectly.
“I adore you,” he says, voice so low, as he rubs his thumb over your cheek.
You lean into his touch, letting the words makes their way into the part of your heart that belongs to him.
“I adore you just as much, if not more.” And you don’t have to look up to know that he rolled his eyes.
Albedo sinks down to his elbows on the other side of the couch, eye level to you now. He doesn’t take his eyes off you the whole time.
Smiling, he puts his hands on your thighs, gently pushing them apart. Even as you try to clench from the excitement, he doesn’t let them budge.
His eyes focus down on your cunt, and he lets out a low whistle at the sight.
“You’ve been hiding this pretty baby from me for this long?” You aren’t sure how hungry you look, so desperate to be touched.
“Been wanting to taste you forever,” he moves his mouth slowly from the top of your thigh and down. Leaves open mouth kisses, makes your back arch from how sensitive you are down there.
“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?” And you know he’s going to stop unless you answer him.
“Y-yes.”
“Gonna squirt all over my face? You thought about it before, haven’t you?”
Your body submits so easily to this man.
“Yes.”
“Where else?”
A whimper leaves you. You can’t even bring yourself to say it.
Albedo nips the inside of your thigh, and you moan.
“I’ve thought about cumming all over your cock, ‘Bedo, please I—”
Albedo lets out a low guttural noise, switches to kissing the other thigh.
“Such a filthy girl for me. Thought about squirting with my cum buried inside that pretty pussy?”
A tear slips out of you as you nod, shaking like this was your time first time being touched; you need him to touch you so bad. You’ve never been so desperate your whole life
“Then you can cum for me again after this.”
And the sound that leaves your chest is somewhere between a moan and a scream as his lips and tongue latch onto your pussy. He doesn’t waste any more time filling you with his fingers either, so wet that they slide in effortlessly. Suckling on that bundle of nerves, he makes you feel like you’re in heaven. With his other hands, he’s rubbing circles onto your thigh. You feel your cunt flutter and pulse around his long fingers, feeling your slick all over his fingers, his face, the fucking couch.
Shamelessly, you move against his fingers, grinding and trying to satiate your desire. Your hands move to grip his hair, and you feel him groan against your clit. The vibrations make you cry out in pleasure, legs shaking around his head. Tugging on his hair makes him go faster, and you’re not sure how much longer you can keep going.
“God, Albedo, I’m going to fucking cum for you, I-I’m so close.”
He hums against your pussy, increasing the pace of his fingers inside you. His mouth licking and sucking around your clit, so needy he thinks. The coil in your stomach becomes so impossibly tight, and you’re hanging on by a fucking thread under his mouth and fingers.
Albedo knows you’re close, and he wants you creaming around his fingers and mouth so desperately. It feels like the only thing he was ever wanted. His fingers are merciless inside you, and it has his cock throbbing to be inside you. The tent in his pants, which you can’t see under the haze you’re in, has grown even harder than when he fingered you earlier. You’re jelly under his fingers, and he thinks it might be the hottest thing he has ever seen. This is sexier than anything he could have thought up himself.
Finally, you still for a second, and he feels himself moaning, waiting for you to crumble under his touch. And you do, the coil in your stomach snaps, and you twitch and convulse. Albedo groans, feeling you squirt all over him: face, hands, PJs. He doesn’t move his mouth off your clit, nor does he stop plunging his fingers inside you. You’re a whimpering and pathetic mess under him, still shaking as you cum under him, just like you promised. And worst of all? You’re moaning his name over and over and over again. Albedo has to close his eyes and think of something else, he can’t fucking cum in his PJs. You’re clawing at him, and your grip on his hair tightens.
“Let it all out for me.” And he hears you sob as you’re shivering through your orgasm.
As you calm down, your grip loosens, and your breathing gets steadier. Albedo wipes his face, and you’re shocked as he brings his fingers into his mouth, covered in your slick.
“Good girl, just like you promised me.”