The light was still on and a noise of writing could be heard.
"He went to that cafe twice why? Is he interested in that waitress?" Mutter the wavy blonde-haired male, twirls his pen while in deep thought.
"The lady has brunette hair short... Hair cut and doesn't seem to have any affair with a man..." He blabbered to himself as he crossed the lady from the picture who was talking to a man with h/c hair tied in a low ponytail, the gentle smile present on his lips while talking to the waitress.
"She might have a criminal record... No?" He said as he picked up the scissors and cut away the waitress part as he hung the male photo on the wall.
A collection of his pictures and where he goes, the pattern of where he goes and sort.
"Ayatsuji-san you have been stalking this man for the past few weeks now," said Tsujimura worriedly while glancing at the wall Ayatsuji had covered with photos of that man.
"He is a Port Mafia executive of course he is a criminal that's why I'm keeping a close eye on Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji who gently touched the photo of the man who is closed-eyed and smiling.
"By the way have you found anything regarding his ability or even about him?" Asked Ayatsuji who now turned his attention to Tsujimura who nodded and handed the file still curious about why Ayatsuji was so interested in the researcher, Y/n L/n.
"Hmm... So he eventually joined Port Mafia when he was 14, a shame he could have been still pure... But I guess that's what made him so interesting" muttered Ayatsuji who lit the file on fire alarming Tsujimura.
"Why would you-?"
"It is so little information nothing to be worried about, Tsujimura-san," said Ayatsuji chuckling while lit his pipe to smoke.
"Are sure... you are just keeping an eye? I mean you have been looking around him for weeks now... Sometimes you fail to catch a glimpse of him" said Tsujimura as Ayatsuji nodded.
"He had a sharp mind I will give him that... To be honest, I want to speak to him personally but Port Mafia is always not a way for me to meet him" said Ayatsuji sighing.
Tsujimura sweatdrop as she glanced around the room more likely the basement full of dolls around the walls except the photo side where he kept things like Photos and even the small things such as unused tea bags you carry around and throw because of expired or even the tissue you kept in your pocket for days to only saw later on and threw it.
"Sakaguchi-san has arrived and was asking you to explain yourself"
"Huh? What's his problem" said Ayatsuji who boredly looked at Tsujimura who shrugged it off as she had no clue.
"But either way... even I wanted to speak with him"
"Huh?" Muttered Tsujimura following Ayatsuji who started walking ahead.
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The room presents a person whose eyes flickered to the duo who have now arrived.
"What was that... I have been hearing?"
"Hearing what?" Asked Ayatsuji who kept down his pipe and took a seat with his legs crossed.
Leading Ango to sit straight as his eyes narrowed at Ayatsuji who had been keeping a tab on you.
"You have been stalking and asking around about L/n-san"
"Oh?"
"Don't oh me, He is And still the executive of Port Mafia he asks me regarding you been-"
"He asked you?" Ayarsuji interrupted Ango who had a tick mark on his forehead as he quickly composed himself and nodded.
"Yes, He was asking me if... we had a case of him which led him to be supervised of the sort, and he even described you as a person with-"
"He notices me?" Muttered Ayartsuji as a smile crept into his face.
Ango's eyes narrowed a bit by Ayatsuji's interest in you.
"I will stop if you tell me about him"
"I cannot... it is his personal life"
"He is in Port Mafia come on, Sakaguchi pretty sure you and he have talked even once even if you are not... That's eye-catching" said Ayatsuji whole eyeing Ango who was more annoyed.
"Excuse me we eventually talked just fine, We even kissed-" Ango quickly stopped his mouth yet Ayatsuji's eyes narrowed.
"What... What did you just say?"
"N-nothing, he is j-just someone as a researcher for port m-mafia nothing more" muttered Ango with his ears and face turned red.
Ayatsuji frowned more in doubt.
'Did he and Ango kiss? Why would he kiss Ango for? I bet I could be a better kisser' thought Ayatsuji to himself as he just dismissed his thoughts.
"Either way I will only stop if you arrange a meeting with him with me," said Ayatsuji as Ango's flustered face cools down as he frown.
"Why would I?"
"Alright, Don't bother me I still need to find out more about him"
"Did you even hear me, You are not stalking him again"
"Tell him if he is so bothered..." Ayatsuji paused as his eyes narrowed a bit and smirked mockingly at Ango. More likely to challenge him.
"He can make me... stop"
Ango was confused about what Ayatsuji said and left without another word.
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"What did Sakaguchi-san asked?" Asked Tsujimura who followed Ayatsuji who shrugged while playing with his Dolls set more likely searching for something.
"He was asking me to stop getting information about that researcher"
'Information? More like stalking him' thought Tsujimura who sighed while curiously glancing at the detective.
"Either way, Tsujimura-san do you think it looks the same?" Asked Ayatsuji who took out the doll.
A Chibi formed of y/n that was tailored well it was adorable... But it was also creepy why Ayatsuji had this doll.
(Like this)
(Or)
"I guess? How do you-"
"Have? Well I made it but I still find his eyes to be not matching" said Ayatsuji while bringing the doll near the collections of photos on the wall.
"...Ayatsuji-san... are you perhaps in love with him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji stopped staring at the pictures and then glanced at Tsujimura.
"love? I have no time for that as a detective..."
"B-but"
"Dolls are surely fascinating for me... But for some reason, I could say the same about him that's all, After all, he is just a criminal with no record and someday maybe I will..."
"Used your ability on him?" Asked Tsujimura as Ayatsuji shook his head.
"He is not even proven as a threat by the government or even order me for it... Perhaps I want to know more about what he thinks... Or even know him nothing more"
"Like you want to be... his friend?"
Ayatsuji kept quiet as Tsujimura got a call on her phone as she left quickly leaving Tsujimura on his thoughts.
"Not that... Not friend... I don't want him to be my friend, no... No" muttered Ayatsuji to himself as he hugged the y/n doll closely and snuggled slightly with a frown present on his lips.
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ALBEDO!READER X KARMA AKABANE
Class 3-E. Seriously, how did you get into class 3-E? You were incredibly popular among the students of Kunugigaoka High School, especially with the big 5. You were known as a genius in chemistry and biology and your superb talent in art. So-- why? The students would not like another incredibly proper studentâs behavior to be tarnished upon entering Class 3-E. You were not that sporty, yet held a talent for swordsmanship, something you kept a secret from the academy for a long time, before finding out via your data folder. You always walk past the students in the main school building with no interest in their conversations, even though you can hear most of them screaming your name. Asano didnât like how you rose to fame incredibly fast, the main reason being your astounding grades and âmagic tricksâ, as he like to call it. (it was simply biology, you didnât get how he was annoyed with you).
The reason you crash-landed yourself into 3-E was something you were not keen to disclose. Only the headmaster, Mr. Karasuma, Koro-sensei, and Ms. Irina know why you were sent into 3-E. The students made quite a fuss about this, as well. You were quite annoyed by it, having thought of effectively shutting them up, though, you did not want to get suspended. The problems of others are not their problems, just meddling with the difficulties of others was enough to create tons of other messes that are too much to handle.Â
Well, the reason why youâre in Class 3-E right now is due to one of the more complex experiments that you have designed, with the help of your close friend. She tries to talk to you every so often, but with your current position, it was proven futile. She avoids you during class hours, afraid that it may tarnish her (already) student reputation. You try your hardest to take care of this child you deem as your âyounger sister figureâ, and in turn, she introduces you to her friends as her older sibling. It leaves a warm feeling in your chest. You donât miss the pitiful gazes she threw at you during the assembly, yet you brushed it off, ignoring her stares and the studentsâ mumblings, which you found out were about you and the class, and your association with them. (âIâm so sad that [Name]âs with them! They didnât do anything wrong!â, âSo [Name]âs part of 3-E now? Guess we can take out our anger on a stuck-up bitch!â and so on).Â
Karma Akabane was an incredible combatant, that he knew. Although seeing Kunugigaokaâs prized possession (next to the gifted 5, maybe he thinks youâre higher than that) maneuver their way gracefully across the field, next to awe-filled students, he couldnât take his eyes off of you. There was simply something incredibly captivating about you. You chose to use a simple baton as a makeshift sword rather than pellet guns to strike Mr. Korosensei, he was shocked at your movements, and so was Karma. He watched as you impaled the ground with your baton, and struck the alienesque teacher, albeit too slowly. What he didnât expect, was the residue of the dirt stuck at the end of your baton to form into sharp, small splinters. And that simple action made Akabane all the more interested, especially after seeing your smug smirk at Mr. Korosenseiâs reaction.Â
Your biggest interest was not creating friendships, despite the numerous attempts to, yet you entertained them for a while. Especially with the art that you created. What caught your attention the most was Mr. Korosensei. Akabane and Nagisa couldnât miss the curiosity swirling in your eyes when he talks, and more so when he evades class 3-Eâs attacks so easily.
Karma couldnât let it go. He teased you for it endlessly. You simply didnât mind it and indulged in his teasings, letting a statement slip past your lips every once in a while. Obviously, when exam season came, you scribbled on the paper with no interest, despite the questions being altered to make the class suffer even more. Surprising the majority at your nonchalant behavior, when they felt they were being dragged by the devil himself to fight Cerberus. It was not that shocking to find the results of your tests, either. Almost all perfect, while you paid no mind to it. It was simply the usual, anyway. None of it interested you in any aspect.Â
During the field trip, thatâs when he knew he was truly captivated by you. Curiosity, perhaps? Maybe he just wants to know you better. Yeah, that. Reminded of how you easily, skillfully weaved through the attacks of the school delinquents to save your classmates, even threatening them with a voice so monotone it could kill, okay, maybe itâs not just curiosity. Without the help of others, you effortlessly took them down with-- again, another makeshift sword you found on the pavement, which was a discarded umbrella. Your footwork was incredibly precise and smooth that he thinks you predicted their attacks. And when Mr. Korosensei heard of this, he rewarded you with a single room for your peace and quiet. You were incredibly grateful, as the studentsâ chattering would disturb you from sleeping. But when a knock came on your door you opened it, seeing Yukiko. She shyly asked you if you are interested in their late-night conversations, and albeit hesitantly, you complied. It was a field trip, after all. You set aside your pettiness for a bit and indulged in their questions.
They figured out you have no interest and no experience in having a partner or love. You go back to sleep with a content smile on your face.
The time where the bond between you and Karma became stronger was directly after the field trip, it was probably after you saved those two girls. Interested, you handed him your affection and your attraction. It was something that you thought you cannot remove your interest from. He will interest you forevermore, your heart, and your brain. Karma did not know it would go this far. Sure, he knows you have admirers back in the main building, but for you to take a liking to someone like him? He was left dumbfounded. He let his guard down, being more open, and showing that he truly cares for you despite all thatâs happened. A seemingly aggressive, violent redhead would do so much for the chemist that maneuvered their way through his heart. What he wonât tell anyone, though, was their reactions to Mr. Korosenseiâs death. That was sealed in their minds alone. However, you introduced him to your sister, Klee, and she was overjoyed at how his appearance was. Even showing him a silly drawing sheâs made for the both of you, leaving Karma chuckling and ruffling her head due to her antics. That made you smile, someone, other than Klee, was able to make your heart palpitate with emotion so foreign to you.
If even just a few months ago, anyone were to ask Albedo about his dating life, the boy would simply state that it was non-existent. He would shrug the matter off, deeming it not worth his precious time to ponder upon. He would not comprehend the ruckus that it could bring into peopleâs existence. The complexity of emotions stemming from developing feelings for the other individual has never been the area of his expertise, neither a topic of his interest.
Albedo is a renowned doctor after all, and such trivial affairs are of no concern for him. Besides, with his extremely busy schedule, and a very narrow circle of acquaintances, it would be nothing short of a miracle to stumble upon the love of his life.
Yet, here we are.
Albedo, still thinking that it must be some sort of a big hoax, finds himself dragged into a conversation that he would rather be more than willing to avoid. The universe must be screwing with him. How did it all come to that? He looks at his younger sister Klee with a stern expression on his flawless face. A hint of rosy colour beautifully paints itself on his otherwise pale complexion. Kleeâs eyes look expectant, naggingly so, even.
âSooo? Are you going to confess?â
Albedo busies himself with the documents that rustle in his dainty hands as he hurriedly puts them into his briefcase.
âConfess what?â
He counters, choosing to remain oblivious.
âOhh, you donât play dirty with me like that! I know you like the back of my hand, big brother!â
Albedo would have to admit that Klee is undoubtedly right about that but his little sister is just too nosy for her own good and he cannot indulge in her antics too much. He recognizes the good intentions behind her actions and knows that she only desires what would be best for him, however, he doesnât feel ready for this type of argument with her. Not now, when he already can recognize this fluttering sensation in his stomach that gets worse with each passing second.
âKlee, eat your soup and stop with that nonsense.â
Albedoâs hand runs through the beautiful blonde strands, leaving them slightly dishevelled.
Klee huffs and puffs like the adorable little kid she is, a spoon in her hand pointed at her flustered brother.
âIf you donât tell Y/N, Iâm gonna do it myself!â
She warns, cutting the air around her with the menacing weapon in her little hand. Albedo would most likely be amused by her behaviour, if not for the seriousness of the matter.
The door swings open and a chilly hustle of wind reaches Albedoâs burning hot cheeks. Itâs autumn already. The time really flies fast. The recollection of meeting you, your pretty face basking in the warmth of spring sunshine, is very vivid in the doctorâs memory. As if it happened yesterday.
âTell me what?â
You query, overhearing the conversation between the doctor and his little sister. The duo, unbeknownst to them, has turned your life upside down and you canât imagine going back to how lonely it felt without their presence.
You enter the kitchen and the corners of your mouth curve upwards.
âNothing important. I might have to stay a little bit longer in the hospital. Would you be fine with that?â
Albedoâs teal eyes linger on yours as he awkwardly shifts to face you. The tingles in his stomach have become unbearable. How is it that he canât put himself together when you are around?
âOh, you know itâs not a problem at all. Weâre gonna have a blast with Klee, as per usual, right?â
You walk up to the pouty girl and tousle her hair affectionately. She leans into the touch, but her eyes are still piercing through her brother, making silent threats.
âThatâs very reassuring. I canât thank you enough f---,â
âPlease donât, Doctor Albedo. No need to thank me. I love spending time with Klee.â
You cut in, not letting him finish.
Despite his best attempts not to, Albedo grimaces at the way you address him. Ever since you started your internship at the hospital youâve been always so formal and polite towards him. And, as much as it wasnât much of an issue in the beginning, right now it feels as if somebody punched his face. He has told you so many times to skip the courtesies, especially that you have become Kleeâs babysitter. You are such a frequent visitor here that it just doesnât sit right with him. Sure, it would be all fine if you insisted on calling him like that in the hospital, but here? Why are you so stubborn? Albedo canât understand.
He sighs and defeatedly gathers his car keys and the briefcase from the table. Sulkily, Albedo trudges in the direction of the front door. Kleeâs shoulders drop as her eyes follow her sad brother.
âAhem, Doctor Albedo?!â
He turns around, freezing at the doorstep.
âMake sure not to overwork yourself, ok?â
He feels weak in his knees when you smile at him like that. He shakes his head timidly, somewhat too afraid to say anything.
Thus, if Albedo were to be asked about his love life again, the word non-existent would be inevitably replaced with complicated.
He smiles back and reluctantly leaves the house, wondering how to calm the thumping heart in his chest.
Late at night, he returns home to the most adorable view his eyes have ever witnessed. Albedo tip-toes to the living room, careful not to wake you up. As he approaches, he notices something that makes his heart skip a beat. Are his eyes deceiving him, by any chance?
Albedo walks up to you, curled up and motionless on the sofa. Your steady breathing tells him that you must be fast asleep. He hesitates for a fleeting moment, but then, his curiosity takes the better of him. Ever so lightly, he sits down next to you and reaches for the blanket that tightly hugs your body. He lifts it just a little and now he is certain. You are indeed wearing one of his sweaters.
He swallows hard, eyeing the piece of clothing that makes you look even more perfect in his eyes. But, in all honesty, the renowned doctor doubts his ability to judge things clearly when you are around.
Albedo tucks you in again, making sure to wrap you up nicely. The weather is awful outside, he wouldnât like you to catch a cold.
Normally, after his night shifts, you would be just waiting for him to go back home, studying for classes or reading some books that were recommended by him. You would greet him with sleepy eyes and a yawn that Albedo always finds adorable. But, then again, isnât he just biased?
Today is different, though, and Albedo would be a liar if he said that he didnât enjoy looking at your relaxed features. He realizes that it must be extra creepy, but well, nobody will find out anyway, right?
His cold fingers skim over the skin of your face, tracing the intricacies of your beauty. Albedo notes that this type of touch is very addicting. So, the doctor continues studying your face, allowing himself to brush his fingers lower, down to your neck. Your skin feels velvety smooth, delicate too. Albedo can only imagine it would bruise extremely easily under his lips.
Speaking of which, no doctor should just jump to hasty conclusions without proper examination. Thatâs incredibly silly of him to infer from so little evidence. Hasnât he repeatedly cautioned his students to inspect the patient in detail before coming up with a final diagnosis?
He lowers himself, aiming for the side of your neck. Albedo halts his movement, brushing his nose over the sensitive area behind your ears. He breathes in your scent, closing his eyes to indulge in the pleasure of savouring you. He inhales insatiably, sending his senses into overdrive. How can anyone smell so good?
With utmost precision, Albedo places his lips on the front side of your neck, right where he can feel your pulse. It beats rhythmically against his soft lips and he presses harder, sucking on the flesh. His tongue comes into contact with your skin and the doctor observes that you taste even better than he anticipated. He sucks harder and harder, not sparing a single thought to what could possibly happen if you woke up. Surely you would understand. Besides, it is your fault for falling asleep on his sofa, wearing his sweater, on top of that.
So the sucking turns into playful licks and kisses, Albedo fully devotes himself to discovering how much more it will take to discolour your pretty tissue, to make it turn red and irritated. Getting incredibly bold, Albedo grazes your neck with his teeth and you give out the lightest of moans. The teal pools fixate on your face. The doctor scrutinizes you, hoping to hear more of that sweet whimpers. Alas, it seems that you are still asleep. Although, it may be for the better.
A part of him wants to continue with the examination, however, these blotches of red colour awake some sort of sense of guilt within him. Has he been too greedy?
He tucks your hair behind the ear and marvels at the fact that you made his dick hard. Maybe unwittingly, and probably also against your will, but itâs too late anyway.
He has gone so far, it wonât change much if he were to kiss you too.
So, having made up his mind, Albedo once again leans in, getting closer to your resting self. In spite of being aware that he absolutely mustnât wake you up, he all too hungrily covers your lips with his. He lets himself linger, feel you properly. He canât deny, you being unconscious gives him all the wrong ideas and Albedo releases your lips, being too afraid of the growing issue in his underwear.
âForgive me, Y/N. You should not have put so much trust in me. Iâm a man, after all. A man with one very big weakness.â
He whispers in a raspy voice, taking delight in the view of your marked skin. He has done so well.
The next day, once you open your eyes, you can barely recognize your surroundings. It takes good five minutes before you recall being mighty tired after having spent the entire afternoon running around with Klee and building the blanket fortress for Dodo King.
Wait a minute, have you just slept the entire night on Doctor Albedoâs sofa?
You jump to your feet, exasperated.
âFuck!â
You curse, looking at the clock. The morning lecture is going to begin soon. In a frenzy, you run to the bathroom to make yourself presentable. You donât have much time, therefore, you hardly spare a glance at yourself in the mirror. You make a very weak attempt at subduing this bedhead of yours and hurriedly head for the front door. You are slipping on your shoes when you hear Albedoâs heavy with sleep voice.
âLeaving so early?â
He asks, descending the stairs. Contrary to you, this man looks as beautiful as ever. Is it even humanely possible to be so attractive? Itâs 7 a.m., for fucks sake.
He walks up to you, stopping close enough for his alluring cologne to enter your nostrils. He must have just showered, some of the gold strands are still mildly wet.
âI, um, I have a morning lecture.â
You utter, chastising yourself internally for staring at him. You couldnât be possibly more obvious, could you?
âI was hoping you would stay for breakfast.â
Albedo lures you in with this soft smile of his. Itâs so gentle and yet has enough power to turn your brain into mush. Your belly feels funny, is it because you havenât had anything to eat yet? With clammy hands, you reach for the coat but Albedo is faster.
He squeezes it tightly, relentlessly waiting for your response. This jittery sensation in your stomach gets worse.
âMorning big brother! Morning Y/N!â
Klee hollers, running up to Albedo. She wraps her tiny hand around his leg and peers at your face. Her infectious smile disappears in a flash when her keen eyes drop lower.
âY/N! What happened to your neck?â
Klee panics, grabbing your hand into hers.
âBig brother is a doctor, he will help you! You donât have to worry about a thing, am I right?â
She turns to Albedo, holding to you for dear life.
âMy neck? I donât understand. Klee, Iâm all fine. Trust me.â
You try to calm her down while taking a peek at yourself in the mirror. You break out in cold sweat once you realise what she was referring to.
Albedo chuckles lightly observing your reaction.
âItâs nothing big, Klee. Probably just a mosquito bite. Go and brush your teeth, Iâll take care of Y/N.â
Klee relaxes visibly and hugs you before waving you goodbye. She hops away, following Albedoâs orders.
The room goes silent again.
âIt was one nasty mosquito, I reckon.â
Albedo lifts his hand and gently caresses the reddened skin. Holding your breath, you simply nod and then giggle awkwardly. Is he actually touching you? Your body shivers and Albedoâs eyes narrow when you let him do as he pleases.
âIt looks beautiful on you.â
He praises, withdrawing his hand to gently cloak you with your coat. Your heart beats so loudly that you can hear it thudding in your ears. Albedo, being as close as he is, must be hearing it too.
âW-what exactly, Doctor Albedo?â
You stutter, no longer grasping the subject of the conversation.
âMy sweater, Dummy. What else?â
He smiles, albeit rather mischievously. His teal pupils glow with joy.
âIâm so sorry I, uh, I---,â
You rush to defend yourself, completely ignoring the fact that he has just called you a dummy. You are too angry for forgetting to put the sweater away before he caught you wearing it.
âKeep it, please. Youâll make me very happy.â
The doctor insists, placing his hand on your shoulder and squeezing it gently. Once again, he captures you with his remarkable eyes, penetrating you to the very bone. You exhale a shaky breath.
âUh-huh.â
Itâs all you come up with, bewitched by his overwhelming presence.
âIâm going to see you tomorrow.â
Albedo states rather than asks and you hate how your brain immediately envisions all the wrong things that you would like him to do to you.
âSure, gotta go.â
You wiggle out of his grasp and bolt out of the house. One thing is for certain, though. You have never heard of mosquitoes in this type of chilly weather.
Time sure flies by, and you are also more than happy about that in the current circumstances. You have been waiting eagerly for your next visit to the doctorâs house and when the day finally comes, you can hardly contain yourself.
There are no bigger changes in the way everything transpires. Before leaving, Albedo eats dinner with you, sharing some stories from work. It is also worth noting that he prepared your favourite dish and you canât help that goofy smile that creeps over your face when the teal eyed beauty informs you about that. Klee is as lively as always, quickly draining your energy, but you wouldnât have it any other way.
It must be around midnight when you pass out on the sofa, with the book in your hand. Having woken up the next day, you immediately notice an extra blanket that is safely cocooning your body. There are also some cookies on the coffee table and a glass of milk under which you spot a little piece of paper. You pick it up and despite being drowsy, you easily recognize the neat handwriting of the golden-haired doctor.
In case I wonât have the chance to see you before you leave, I would like to thank you for your help. Yesterdayâs shift was longer than I had predicted. If thatâs not too much, may I ask you to come again at the weekend? I would be very much obliged.
PS
Make sure to eat something. As your doctor, I find it very upsetting when you leave my house without a proper meal.
Albedo
His message makes you feel all warm inside and your stomach twists in knots yet again. It is a bit strange how he called himself âyour doctorâ. You keep mulling over that while munching on cookies that he left for you. What did he mean by that, anyway?
A bit later, youâre all ready to head out. Everyone is still asleep. It is so silent in the house that itâs almost disturbing.
You donât know exactly why, but something tells you to quickly check one thing before leaving. You halt in front of the mirror in the corridor. Your fingers pull at the material of your turtleneck and reveal the skin hidden underneath. Your mouth hangs open and a weird squeak escapes your lips before you can stifle it.
Another mosquito bite. Right on the opposite side of your neck. You cover the reddened flesh and grab your bag. Your cheeks burn so badly and you wholeheartedly appreciate the pleasantly crispy air outside.
Albedo had no idea that simple things like you wearing his sweater under the lab coat could awake such ecstatic emotions inside of him. He has never been swayed by this type of intense longing, unable to be satisfied need to just lay hold of you and keep you as his own. Fortunately, the beautiful marks he has left on your skin rightfully show who you belong to. Also, seeing you so unbothered by their presence, with no intention of covering them whatsoever, Albedo surmises that you wouldnât mind at all if he, by any chance, chose to take more of you.
Well, it goes without saying that you being so vulnerable, defencelessly resting on his sofa, is the most welcoming of invitations he could ask for.
Therefore, the doctor prowls after you, getting through the poorly illuminated room. This time, with not as much as a shade of doubt, Albedo sits beside you and wolfishly aims for the bare skin. With hands placed on both sides of your head, he lunges forward, running his tongue along your earlobe. It glides over the delicate cartilages, heating the cold flesh. But then, your body stirs.
Albedo props up on his elbow to study your face. He waits, patiently scrutinizing your trapped beneath him figure. A lecherous smile graces his features It is this impish look of self-satisfaction that you have never seen on him. Your eyes squeeze even more tightly, waiting in suspense for his next move.
The doctor recognizes the subtle difference in the way your breath comes out more unevenly, the air raggedly flowing in and out of your lungs. He catches the sight of your fingers digging into the blanket when he presses his upper body to yours. Albedo hovers over you with his long hair dangling over your face and your belly churns in anticipation.
He reaches to your temples, stroking the flesh with his fingers and then you realize that you have been furrowing your brows all the time.
Your heart hammers in your chest as you draw on every ounce of strength not to let your eyes fly open despite how much you want to drown in these teal pools of infinite magic.
âI know you are not asleep, Dummy.â
Albedo whispers, his breath fanning over your cheeks and your body quivers again.
âOpen these pretty eyes for me.â
The doctor pleads, brushing his nose over yours, which sends yet another involuntary shudder through your body.
âIf you continue being so stubborn, Iâll just assume that I can do whatever I want to you. Not like it matters anyway since you are so fast asleep.â
He chuckles, making everything in your groin tighten. If you were to open your eyes now, you would be hit by this look in his eyes, now more intense than ever. It is just need. Pure, unadulterated need. The doctor thinks he must be possessed or something. The notion of fucking you here, pretending to be unaware of all of that, penetrates him to the very bone and it consumes his thoughts wholly.
âFine by me.â
Albedo gives you an innocent peck, only to cup your cheek in his warm hand and fully envelope your lips with his. He doesnât waste any time, sinking his tongue into your mouth and you allow him to taste you, parting your lips for him. He kisses you like a starved man, savagely bruising your tender lips in the process. There is nothing calm and reserved about the way he fumbles with the blanket to uncover your body. Nothing like his usual mellow attitude as Albedo lewdly moans into your mouth when he rests his whole weight on top of you, pushing his erected cock into your hipbone.
âMhm-mm!â
You whimper, as Albedoâs hand creeps under the sweater that you borrowed from him and starts feeling up your body, higher and higher. Albedo responds to your strangled whine by pressing himself more into you, aiming to slide his dick over your clothed core. It does wonders to both of you. It makes you pulsate inside, and as everything tightens, your little act falls like dominoes.
Your hands sink into the gold strands, fisting them as you force him to kiss you harder. Albedo tilts his head and fulfils your demand, lewdly swirling his tongue against yours. He crushes you underneath him, humping with full force against your sex. There is no air to breathe, no possibility of squirming away from the feverish snap of his hips into you.
âBe--, ahh, Bedo,â
You pant, pathetically attempting to call out his name in between the punishing thrusts. He keeps rilling into you, making you clench over and over again. You definitely donât want to cum like this, into your pants. The very thought of your hole contracting around nothing makes you panic even more. You push him with your hands, moving your head away to break the kiss but he doesnât relent. His fingers dig into your jaw and he immobilizes you to keep you steady.
Like in a stupor, Albedo doesnât stop grinding all over you. Sensing your orgasm, you cry out loudly, again and again pleading into his dominant lips. All in vain, as the sounds of protest, all but drown into the rough kisses.
Bracing yourself for the imminent release, you pathetically wrap your leg around his hip, hoping that it could earn you some more friction. It feels like he is going to wring this orgasm out of you, whether you want it or not.
As your toes curl and hips push forward into Albedoâs dick, you donât think you have ever experienced something as intense as the brewing ecstasy in your groin. So unexpected, yet longed-for since the day you met him.
But then, the doctor stops.
His pelvis comes to a halt, as he leaves your swollen lips with a lewd smack.
He towers over you, cheeks red and eyes glistening with the unshed tears of frustration. Albedo has no idea how, but he managed to deny himself this orgasm for so fucking long that he cannot screw it all up now. He will fuck you exactly the way he has imagined, so often degraded to a whimpering mess in the safety of his bedroom. How many times has he stroked his cock with your name rolling off his tongue, biting into his arm so that he would not rouse his little sister with these obscene moans? How many times have you unknowingly made him so hard that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, whip his cock out of the unpleasantly wet underwear and cum all over the sink while you were playing with Klee right behind the wall?
Yes, Albedo knows for sure that he must be a fucking creep but it is not his fault. Not fucking his fault.
âOh, have you slept well, Pretty?â
For a moment you are sure that you are about to cum. Your walls clench, waiting to be stimulated but it never happens, as his hips have left you. You bite your lips hard, so frustrated. He cannot be serious. Albedo has this quizzical look behind his half-lidded eyes.
âWhat a shame. I was about to fuck you but...,â
He lowers himself and starts whispering against your ear.
âUnfortunately, you caught me this time.â
Needily, you want to pull him back in, fisting his shirt and he chuckles hollowly.
âHey, Dummy,â
He sounds amused, somewhat out of it. You grab him tighter and force him to look at you.
âSo, you want to be fucked, I take it?â
Irked by his nonchalance, you lift yourself to bite his lower lip and he gasps, unprepared for the sudden sting of pain. The metallic taste of blood dissolves on your taste buds when Albedo reciprocates the kiss, delving his tongue inside again. Meanwhile, your fingers quickly reach for his slacks and you undress him, dying to finally see his cock. He does the same for you, clumsily stripping you naked while trying to feel your lips on his all the time.
There is this shiver that shoots down your spine when he presses his wet and hard cock to your lower belly. His girth is impressive and it does look as pretty as the doctor himself. You question whether he hasnât been sculpted by some artist because it is virtually beyond any reason to be this fucking flawless. How fucking unfair.
âYouâre dripping down there.â
He comments, boldly eyeing your arousal. The comment would have probably made you self-conscious if not for the pure fascination in his teal orbs.
âHow should I prep you? With my tongue or lube? Both, maybe? Iâm sorry. Iâm out of practice. No matter, though. I really need to fuck you.â
Albedoâs cock throbbing against you expresses his urgency better than the sinful words he has just uttered. He kneels and places his hands on your hips to scoop you closer to him. It makes you squeak and you hurriedly prop up on your elbow to grip his shoulder. He was about to lean in, fuck that little hole with his tongue.
âBedo, ah I- I, erm, Iâm ready. Please, just fuck me?â
You ask nicely, growing even redder than before.
âI donât intend to hurt you, Dummy.â
The doctor whispers, scrutinizing your face. It is the same type of prying gaze that you so often witness when he examines his patients. Fuck, there is no way that he wouldnât notice. You better come clean before he exposes you himself.
âWell, no, no. No need to worry about that. I, erm, I have already fingered myself, I guess? Somehow, yeah.â
Albedoâs teal eyes grow twice the size at your confession and when it finally sinks in, he just smirks.
âYou have fingered yourself in my fucking living room, right here on this sofa, wearing my sweater, on top of that? Is that what you are trying to say?â
Albedo inquires, hooking your leg over his shoulder while pinning you down. His member perfectly aligns with your entrance and the tip of his cock protrudes against the taut ring of muscles. It makes you feel so exposed. The intensity of his heated stare reaches the deepest parts of your soul.
You simply nod, seeing that he wonât budge unless you satisfy him with the answer.
âAnd here I thought, I was being the nasty one.â
Tenderly, he locks his lips with you again, gently guiding himself in. The tip goes in smoothly. It makes you tremble in the mix of excitement and slight discomfort. Nevertheless, the next inches stretch you beyond your limit, and if you werenât crying out his name just moments ago, right now Albedo can barely muffle those indecent sobs. He loves how warm it all feels inside, the way your silky walls accommodate his cock, adjusting to his presence.
âYou are squeezing me too hard, relax.â
Albedo groans, struggling so hard when you donât stop clenching around him. His fingers roam over your body, finding their safe spot on your chest. He grabs you, using his palm to circle the erected nipple.
âAh-hah!â
You keen, arching your back to get him to move deeper to hit that spot, demanding his attention. Albedo reads the situation quickly and buries himself to the very balls, in one harsh thrust that leaves you teary-eyed.
âY-you ok, Dummy?â
He asks, concerned. His dick pulsates as if it had its own will, definitely not eager to stop when everything feels so hot and tight.
You shake your head, devastated at how caring he is and how awfully nervous he sounds right now. Your rock your hips, signalling him to continue.
Albedo kisses you sweetly and then your vision goes black and feet curl in pure bliss when he starts moving. You let out a moan as another tide of pleasure hits you owing to his precision. He goes all in, reaching deep inside where you need him most. You adapt to his pace, pushing back whenever he sinks his cock into you. However, there is very little you can do with how hard he holds you in place.
Everything feels incredible, heat sizzles in you like during one of these summer days. Albedo takes your chin and tilts your head to the side so that you are looking directly into his eyes. It makes you want to melt, his dick so perfectly penetrating you, the loving gaze full of unspoken adoration.
âB-Bedo?â
You draw in a short breath, sneaking your hand behind his back to keep him close.
âCan you cum with me?â
His voice is somehow huskier than usual, awed by your beauty as he loses himself completely in the sight of you moaning under his body.
You think you might combust right there and then.
âJust tell me when.â
âAh-hhah--, now, p-please now!â
Albedoâs hips pick up the pace, breaking every last wall within you. The flames of desire begin dancing wildly in your groin, with no way of backing out. Your face flushes a furious crimson, hearing the doctor so lewdly moaning next to your ear. He pumps in so hard, an angry vein appears on the side of his abs. He looks fucking majestic and you just claw his back, taking everything that he wants to give you.
You are in a trance, barely registering that Albedo collapsed on top of you like a lifeless puppet. His sweaty forehead rests on your chest and the gold strands splay all over you, in a mess. He cannot seem to be able to catch his breath, too affected by his shattering orgasm.
You feel so calm and satisfied. Without a care in this world, you fall asleep, listening to Albedoâs heavy breathing.
The next day, when you wake up, you immediately recognise the scent that surrounds you. Youâre in Albedoâs bed and everything smells like him. You are also wearing his pyjamas and it makes you blush like a teenager. It appears that he must have found enough strength to clean you both up and carry you to his bed. You sit there for longer than necessary, processing everything that has happened and you simply canât help but wonder whether it all wasnât just another lewd fantasy of yours.
But then again, the throbbing sensation between your leg feels much too real to be imaginary. Limping, you head downstairs.
Kleeâs giggle coming from the kitchen tells you where to look for the adorable duo.
Albedo almost drops the cup in his hands once you appear in the doorway. He clears his throat, not knowing what to do with his other hand. Ultimately, he just pushes it into the pocket of his trousers, smiling awkwardly in your direction.
âGood morning Y/N!â
Klee jumps to her feet and runs up to you.
âMorning, Klee. Did you sleep well?â
You ask, softly combing through her bedhead with your fingers but it doesnât help one bit.
âPerfectly fine!â
She grins, flashing her white teeth.
âMy brotherâs bed is very comfortable. I bet you also had a good nightâs rest.â
She clasps her hands enthusiastically and peers knowingly at you, which makes you flustered.
Albedo clears his throat again, putting the coffee away.
âKlee, how about you go to your room and make your bed, huh?â
She giggles, winking at you before she leaves the two of you alone.
There is a moment of silence, but finally, Albedo musters up enough courage to break it. He trudges forward, stopping right in front of you.
His teal orbs seize you up, glowing beautifully. You get captured by their charm, yet again questioning his human origin.
âHope that you did sleep well, after all?â
Albedo asks, all too shyly considering what he did to you yesterday.
âYeah, just slightly sore, is all.â
You give him a timid smile, enjoying the blush that creeps over his face.
âBut, I assume you know how to deal with this, right, Doctor Albedo?â
He snorts, brushing his fingertips over yours.
âCertainly I do, Dummy. Iâm your doctor, am I not?â
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Small HC of how introvert Y/N finally talks to Albedo
Pairing: AlbedoxIntrovert!Female!Reader
You and Albedo not getting along is an understatement.
You guys barely talk to one another aside from âoh hiâ or âoh byeâ.
Itâs only when Amber or Lumine is around that you two actually start to talkâŚbut not to each other.
No one notices since you two are known for being quiet by nature, but you canât help but feel that the boy doesnât want to be friends with you.
For one, everytime you start talking he starts talking, and then both of you stop talking and end up sitting there in silence while your friends stare at you guys wondering what just happened.
Once Klee tried to make you play house with her and Albedo, and made you the wife while Albedo was the husband and Klee was your child.
âHi husband, how was work?â âIt was alright.â âDo you want some dinner?â âNo.â âOkay.â
You two divorced five minutes into the roleplay.
Once you tried to talk about alchemy with the alchemist, hoping that at least you could be closer to him through the topics of sciences. But the reply you got was, âyour theory has no basis.â
You questioned your intelligence everyday ever since that incident.
Needless to say, your personalities didnât match despite the similarities.
You notice Albedo tends to gravitate towards outgoing personalities like Amber or Lumine. You arenât exactly the âhaha sunshine everywhere!â type of person so you know he wonât find any interest in you.
And so you guys never talked again. For one year.
It isnât until one day you tried flying in Dragonspine mountain that everything changed.
Your glider snapped into two, making you land face first into the snow below you. You couldâve sworn you heard the hilichurls laughing.
With no one around you had no choice but to enter the lair of the one person you dread to talk to.
âHello Albedo,â you greet as you peek into the lab. Albedo looks up from his brewing chemicals. Heâs surprised to see you here. Heck, youâre surprised to see yourself here.
âOh nice to see you again Y/N. Come inside, did you need something?â He greets as he signals you to come in.
You step into the lab and sigh in relief at the welcoming warmness inside.
You take out your broken equipment and show it to him.
âUh,â you start to say, already getting awkward with him. âMy stuff broke while I was finishing a commission here. Is there any chance you can fix it?â
Wow this is the most youâve said to him in a single sentence in a while now. You watch as Albedo takes your equipment and inspects it. âYes,â he murmurs to himself. âLet me see what I can do. Please have a seat while I fix this.â
âOkay,â you turn and see three different chairs in three different areas. You are about to ask him where he wants you to sit but his back is already turned to you.
Never mind, you think to yourself as you head to the chair near the fire.
You donât know why, but itâs always so hard to talk to Albedo. His emotionless expressions make it hard to tell if heâs enjoying himself or not. The only times he does crack a smile is when Paimon starts screaming her head off at Lumine or when Amber talks about her failed attempts at helping people.
Well you canât judge him, youâre not exactly a talker yourself. Youâve worked as an adventurer alone for two years now and prefer keeping it to yourself. Seeing other people happy is what makes you crack your smile and you feel Albedo is similar in this aspect too.
But despite the similar personalities you guys just hardly talk. Albedo would often look to the side when itâs the two of you, and you start daydreaming out of boredom when thereâs nothing to do.
âWhat happened before you came here?â Albedo suddenly asks out of nowhere, making you jump. âYour equipment seems too new to turn into this stateâŚâ
âOh I was trying to place these devices somewhere high enough where the hilichurls canât touch them. There was this huge wind from out of nowhere and just blasted me off-â
âI might have to replace the wires for you,â Albedo cuts in, making you frown. âYou will have to wait a while.â
He just cut you off with no hesitation.
âYeah, no worries,â you mutter as you kick a random pebble on the ground. So much for even trying to talk.
Ten minutes go by and you start getting sleepy. Until you hear the alchemist suddenly say, âyouâre a quiet one.â
You blink and turn to the boy who is kneeling on the ground, his back facing you. âH-huh?â
âIt would've been better if you were noisy like your friends, then you would have gained my interest faster.â
You furrow your eyebrows as you get up. âExcuse me?â
You walk towards him, ready to ask him to clarify what he meant.
âI never noticed you were there because youâre so quiet-â
âWell youâre quiet yourself too!â You exclaim, surprising the alchemist who turns his head immediately. His eyes are wide and startled. âIâm sorry?â
âYou know, I tried talking to you before and you totally ignored me!â You exclaim angrily. âYou always smile at what others say, but my topics seem to bore you and your small little buttcheeks out of this universe! How dare you say Iâm quiet when you never even tried to talk to me at all!â
You pant, your hands ball into fists as Albedo kneels there, stunned at your outburst.
There is a moment of silence before he finally stretches out his hand.
Heâs holding a spider. With his bare hands.
âI was catching this spider for dinner,â he says. âI couldâve caught it earlier but it wasâŚreally quietâŚâ
You both stay in your positions as the sound of the harsh winds outside echo in the small cave.
You look at the spider in his hands before looking back at Albedo.
A single sweat roll visibly down his face as he watches your face turn to shock, then to slight disgust, then to realization, and finally into amusement.
âWere you talking to the spider?â
âYesâŚâ
âPfftâŚhahaha!â You horse-laugh, making the alchemist freeze more. âO-oh my gosh I am so sorry, I-I thought you were talking to me!â
You slap your knee and wheeze at how ridiculous the situation is.
As Albedo watches you break down, the corners of his mouth twitches before curving upwards.
Heâs never seen you laugh before.
â
âS-sorry Iâm late Mr. Albedo!â Sucrose wheezes as she finally reaches the lab. âOne of the items was out of stock and I had to head to the nearby villageâŚâ
â-and then I jumped!â You use your hands to show the amused alchemist. âBut alas I failed. Luckily Lumine was around to help.â
Sucrose walks in and thatâs when you both notice her presence. âWelcome back Sucrose,â Albedo greets and you wave to her sheepishly.
âHi Y/N,â Sucrose smiles as she watched with mischievous glint in her eyes as you pick up your fixed equipment and turn back to Albedo who looks a bit disappointed for some reason.
âThanks for fixing my things Albedo,â you say before grinning. âI canât believe it took us a whole year to finally start properly talking.â
âYesâŚ,â Albedo glances at your equipment. âNew or not, youâll still need to care for the things you use often. If you need help Iâm usually available late afternoons.â
You blink. âYou mean, I can come any day?â
Albedo nods. âWeâve known each other for a year now, and I would also like to hear more about your adventures outside of Monstadt. If you want you can come by everyday-â
Sucrose chokes on her drink causing you to turn to her in concern. âOh are you alright?â
âY-yeah donât mind me!â
You turn back to Albedo. âI donât think I can come everyday, but Iâll definitely come by to visit. I definitely want to know more about you too. Letâs make up for that one year of ignoring each other, intentional or not.â
When you leave the lab, Sucrose immediately gets into Albedoâs face with a thousand questions.
âWhen did you guys get along? How long have you two been talking? What did you guys talk about-,â Sucrose is into full gossip girl mode that Albedo has to calm her down.
âI recall you said your research requires much time,â Albedo starts to lecture. âIf you need time pointers I have some suggestions-â
âN-no, I want to solve it on my own!â The girl squeaks before rushing back to her station.
Albedo exhales and turns to his shelf full of sketchbooks. He brushes his hand over them before he finds the new sketchbook he bought. He flips through the empty pages and stops at the first page.
âHm,â Albedo covers his mouth with his hand. A small tint of red spread across his cheeks.
âDid I really waste a whole year?â
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Just realized 90% of my stories are all misunderstandings ahisjdnejdjsb-
Albedo is engulfed in one of his many research objectives when he picks up on the noises coming from the hallway leading to his private lab, courtesy of none other than the mafia boss himself. The lab is conveniently placed in the basement of his house, allowing him to carry out experiments whenever he just so fancies.Â
The current arrangement is kindly sponsored by the head of the mobster family, who approached Albedo quite a few years ago and offered him a contract of a very peculiar nature. The conditions were simple and, the mysterious man was very straightforward about the whole deal.
âBecome the doctor for my family and, in exchange, I will support you financially in your research. You shall be protected by my people, as well. I promise to make it worth-wile for you. You do not seem to be particularly happy about your current predicament, am I not right?â
Albedo had to acknowledge that the finely-dressed man was unequivocally and all the more painfully right about that. Despite being wildly talented, Albedo ended up being forced to work as a doctor in a local hospital. Money issues, lots of them, to be exact. His research was costly. He always found himself short on equipment and without enough funds to cover his expenses. Day by day, he would treat minor injuries or tend to kids with snotty noses. âWhat an awful waste of time and talent,â Zhongli rubbed in his face while demanding decisions rather point-blank.Â
And so, Albedo gave in.
âAlbedo! Albee--, oh there you are!â
Kaeya hollers on top of his lungs while dragging you into the laboratory. His muscular arm is glued to your middle and, you are pitifully clinging to him as if your limbs turned into the octopusesâ tentacles. Albedo puts away the vial with bizarre-looking translucent liquid and cranes his neck only to see you grimacing in pain. Again. Air whooshes out of his lungs, turning into a sigh full of tiredness and maybe even irritation. You have already learned to interpret these different types of exhales or prolonged gasps. This one is undoubtedly the tell-tale sign of Albedo being done with your imbecility. Splendid. You flash him a smile, choosing to ignore the blood oozing from the deep wound on your thigh. He does not seem to appreciate the friendly gesture.
âCanât you go a day without me patching you up?â
âI beg your pardon? I havenât been here for a week.â
Albedo rolls his eyes and gives you one of the best âI am tired of your bullshitâ facial expressions ever. He walks up to you and helps Kaeya escort you to the examination couch. Albedoâs hand sneaks up to your waist.He hangs your arm over his shoulder. Dammit. His cheek is right next to your face. Ohhh, behold the beauty of this man. His side-profile makes you weak in your knees, so you are more than glad for the little assistance from the two men.
âWe had a little bit of a situation there. It was a surprise attack and, we were outnumbered.â
Kaeya debriefs, stepping aside to give Albedo space to tend to your injury. The doctor arches his perfect eyebrow at the navy-haired friend and decides not to remind him how it is always something âunexpectedâ or âsuddenâ that results in you sitting on the very same examination couch roughly a few times a month. He turns to the small cupboard to fetch the surgical gloves.
âSpare me the details. I will let you know once she is pieced back together.â
Kaeya simply nods and waves at you before heading for the exit. Within earshot, he can hear how you start complaining, and the doctor just remains silent, attempting not to lose his shit. Kaeya chuckles, winking at poor Albedo knowingly before leaving for good.
âHave fun!â
Albedo doesnât even respond as he is attacked by your hands, presently yanking the sleeves of his pristine-white lab coat.Â
âI need to be as good as new by tomorrow. I canât let these idiots handle the mission without me.â
Albedo glances down. Your eyes fixate on his, stirring such filthy needs inside of him that an unexpected tremble shakes his unprepared body. Maybe he should blindfold you. It would make his life a tiny bit easier. In theory.
âIâm a doctor, not a magician.â
Albedo states calmly despite the tightening sensation in his groin. There is something akin to a smirk on your face that makes him decide once and for all that today he will put an end to this madness. Itâs more than the poor doctor can endure. He wonât allow himself to be further distracted from his research.Â
âBut Bedo, donât be so modest. I have seen the miracles that these hands are capable of.â
Your grip on his arms gets tighter. Albedo furrows his forehead while biting his tongue in order to prevent himself from telling you how little you know about the things he is more than ready to make happen.
âIâll do my best, Y/N.â
He informs you ever so stoically, shaking your hands off him. He once again reaches for the cupboard and starts preparing some solution. On its surface you spot these small particles of drug that havenât dissolved fully in the water. He seems to be deep in thought while preparing the medicine, yet your curiosity takes the better of you.
âWhatâs this?â
You query, eyes narrowing distrustfully when Albedo offers you the small dose of this yucky looking suspension.
âThe miracle you were asking for.â
He is fucking mocking you and, he does it expertly with how emotionless his face appears to be. You snort, crossing your arms on the chest. Albedo lets out another irritated sigh.
âIt is a painkiller. Unless, perhaps, you are in the mood for some pain, then I can stitch you up just like that.â
The corner of his mouth goes up and it makes him look exceptionally handsome. Even more than he already is. Ridiculous. You snatch the drug from his extended hand and gulp it all down in one go. The taste of it is revolting and it makes you gag a little.
âFor being such a genius, you could have made it a bit more... palatable.âÂ
Albedo observes how you swallow the whole substance. Something flashes in his teal eyes, like a barely noticeable sparkle. It stuns you for the briefest of moments. The previously oh so little and easy to overlook smile evolves into something more sinister. He is fucking sneering right in your face. He seems content for some reason. He takes the small cup from you and unhurriedly places it on the cupboard. He fetches the scissors instead and takes a step towards you so that he is basically standing between your spread thighs. His teal eyes catch yours again, and although it is but for a fleeting moment, the inexplicable wave of warmth washes over your body.Â
âAlbedo?â
You utter his name, feeling the sudden drowsiness taking over you, making it difficult to formulate any coherent words as your jaw and tongue are numb.Â
âDonât make any sudden moves. If you feel like fainting lean on me, please.â
Albedo instructs before cutting the fabric of your jeans to get to the wound. The cold steel hardly brushes over your skin, yet your body shudders uncontrollably as the researcher methodically rips the piece of clothing. It all starts feeling a bit overwhelming, as if you were desensitised but, at the same time, hyper-aware of this pleasantly musky scent of his cologne. Albedo shifts a bit closer, a lone strand of his shiny hair hangs loosely over his forehead. Itâs creased. Beautiful lines appear across its surface as the breath-taking man estimates the severity of your injury. Albedo gives out a pleasant low hum. He is thinking. Calculating. More powdery like scents enter your nostrils, earthy and natural, which brings back the childhood memories of classrooms filled with chalk dust. Albedo ghosts over the flesh with his gloved fingertips. Your heart starts racing. It is almost like it clings to you. The chalk feels silky against your skin, hugs you protectively, resembling the dust settling on old books. Your brain is tricking you.Â
âA-Albedo, I f-feel sick.â
You mewl and, he safely wraps his arm around your limping body. Right on time. As if he knew you were about to slide down the examination couch and consequently hit the floor face-first. But he is there. The doctorâs hand creeps up to the back of your neck where he holds you firmly, vigilantly. You feel as if your body didnât belong to you anymore. Itâs just his hand that you are so dependent on, the one that forces you to peer at him for one last time despite the irresistible need to close your heavy eyelids. His studious eyes zero in on yours. Albedo is watchful, gazing upon you in sheer fascination.
âSweet dreams, Y/N.â
Itâs the uncomfortable sensation of a parched throat that makes you regain consciousness. The faint sounds of the pencil brushing over the acrylic paper come to a halt and you can distinguish the soft squeaks of the chair as somebody moves closer to you. The lingering chalk fragrance. You can feel him first before you even open your eyes and find yourself scrutinised by the teal orbs, glowing in impatience. Albedo puts away his sketchbook and sits beside you on the bed. With bated breath, you attempt to sit up but, it turns out that you canât. Something is pulling at your wrists and when you glance to the side you discover the reason why. You are tied to the bed. You tear your gaze away from the secure knot to peer questioningly at Albedo. He remains unfazed, unperturbed by the whole thing. As though having you restrained to his very own bed was a natural occurrence in his life.
âWhatâs the meaning of this?â
You manage to croak out through the dryness of your throat. Albedoâs eyes drop to your wrist, observing how you fight to set yourself free, but the resolve dies in you just as quickly as it appeared when you realise that on top of being tightly roped to the bed like some specimen awaiting examination, you are also outrageously... almost naked.
âAlbedo?â
You demand, this time louder and more urgently to get your point across as the handsome albeit admittedly unhinged doctor remains tight-lipped. No fair. He shifts closer and suddenly the room gets all too warm despite you wearing nothing apart from the white t-shirt and a pair of panties. The underwear you swiftly identify as your own, however, the same cannot be said about the other piece of clothing. The t-shirt looks ridiculous as it is discernibly too tight in your chest, but clearly, Albedo didnât mind when deciding to put it on you. Fuck. It is exactly the moment when it finally dawns on you. You didnât wear any bra today. Your cheeks turn red and, your heart starts pounding like a drum in your ears.
âBefore you start complaining, let me inform you that I have the bossâs approval. Zhongli told me to keep you here for as long as needed to ensure your quick recovery.â
Albedoâs body bends as he reaches for the glass of water placed on the bedside table. The fabric of his lab coat comes into contact with your naked thigh. It tickles your sensitive skin, causing the little hair to stand erect as goosebumps form on the surface of the flesh. He turns to you, fingertips take hold of your chin in an assertive manner, and then he brings the glass closer to your lips. You are thirsty. In a haste, you begin chugging down the water, letting him help you with his dainty hands. They are cold, yet your face heats up even more when he focuses his eyes on you in curiosity. His thumb moves slightly. It starts to caress your jaw-bone hesitantly. Little drops of water escape your lips, but the watchful doctor makes sure to wipe them off your face before they can dribble down to your pretty neck. Albedo swallows hard as if he was the one drinking after hours of dehydration.
âThere, there. Itâs enough for now.â
Albedo almost whispers and puts the glass away immediately. You notice how his chest rises up and down in an uneven manner.
âDid he also explicitly give you the permission to drug me and tie me to your bed?â
You counter, feeling a little bit more like yourself, having satisfied that terrible thirst.Â
âI deemed it necessary knowing you and your inability to act rationally.â
Albedo defends himself and fetches a small tube from his pocket. It looks like some sort of an ointment when he squeezes a small amount on his finger. You briefly wonder if stripping you naked was also one of the things he deemed necessary, but you donât have enough courage to address the matter so... overtly.
âFurthermore, I still need to tend to your wound. So, if you have any objections, we can discuss it once I am satisfied with the treatment process.â
Wanting to prove his rationale, Albedo puts a dab of ointment on the wound and begins to rub it in gently. Your body flinches slightly, but it is not because of the pain. It is the way his hand is so so close to your core, dancing over the exposed flesh, always brushing over the skin by accident instead of focusing solely on the injury. He sneaks a guilty peek at you whenever he lets his fingers wander to the inner side of your thigh, marvelling at how you pliantly hold still for him to continue his treatment. There is almost none of the ointment left and yet he keeps stroking the skin. What is it? Albedoâs teal pools widen beautifully when he lifts his head to peer at you in wonder. Have you just spread your thighs a bit further?Â
The skin is flushed, beautiful red colour dusts the softness of your cheeks. Albedo moves his fingers higher, closer to the inner side of your thigh, and then, you gasp subsequently biting your lip to shush yourself as if you understood that it was loud enough to reach Albedoâs ears. The corner of his lips arches upwards impishly and, he can do very little to cover the thrill of excitement that ripples through his body, commanding him to get even more daring. Besides, it is not like you could do anything to squirm away from his intrusive fingers, so why not indulge himself a bit longer?
Albedoâs always so impassive irises dart up and down your body, unable to decide if he desires to gaze into the beauty of your eyes or admire how increasingly more promiment that blotch of wetness, deliciously seeping through the material of your underwear is becoming.
âThat must be terribly uncomfortable, Y/N.â
Albedo voices his inner thoughts before he can think twice of the impertinence of his comment. If your cheeks werenât burning up before then now it feels like somebody is putting hot coal to your face.
âI donât know what you mean.â
You bluff, clenching your fists.Â
âOh, allow me to demonstrate.â
Albedo slides his palm fully to the inner side of your thigh and squeezes it, still careful enough not to cause you any pain because of your injury. He notes in particular how your breath hitches in your throat and digs his fingers into the supple skin, inches from the hem of your panties. There it is. A moan. You arch your spine and, he feels your muscles getting all tense, straining underneath his open palm. Albedoâs erection swells against the zip of his slacks, too big to go unnoticed. He catches you staring at the tent in his trousers.
âIs that also a part of the so-called treatment of y-yours?â
Your attempt at teasing him does not go too well as your voice goes out rather shakily, pitifully turning into yet another moan when Albedo presses his thumb into the centre of your clit.
âOh-hh, f-fuck!â
He hits it dead on, applying pressure to the nerve cluster that feels good and bad at the same time. Too sensitive. Too intense. He circles the clitoris, letting his thumb glide over the swollen nub. The fabric sticks to his fingertip as your juices rapidly gather all over your folds, leaving the underwear unpleasantly wet and tacky. He leans closer, making you breathe in his faint chalky scent. Your head gets dizzy.
âAs long as my patient is satisfied, I consider it to be an apt course of medication.â
He hovers over you with the most predatory and maniacal look on his face that makes you gush out your juices even more shamelessly so. You spread your thighs guided by the silent demand in his teal pools. He plunges his finger inside, pushing hard enough to dip it almost fully inside despite the resistance of the material of your panties. It creates this sort of friction, making you feel things twice as much as you normally would. You tremble convulsively, when he stubbornly digs it in even further, his thumb still securely locked on the centre of your nub.
âAl-Albedo!â
He doesnât control the chuckle that leaves him, as if he was out of his mind, drugged on the way you react to his touch. Had he known you would be so eager, he would have done all of that a long time ago. Now it feels as if his sanity was brutally taken away from him. The wait to make you his has taken a toll on his frenzied mind.
âSo, tell me, my Dearest, are you satisfied yet?â
He continues massaging the rapidly swelling nub while plunging in with his digit, pushing the fabric inside each time. The underwear is soaking wet with your arousal, sticking to your walls with Albedoâs relentless thrusting. Your hips jolt upwards to feel more of him. Albedo sucks in a breath, loving how your body betrays your needs.
âYou would have to do better than that, Mr Genius.â
You challenge without a care in the world and, Albedoâs eyes darken with lust. Stars are a weird thing to see in the middle of the day but thatâs exactly what happens when seconds later the provoked doctor disposes of your underwear. Almost instantly, before you can even prepare yourself mentally for whatâs about to happen, he just shoves two fingers right into you, with the sexiest and lewdest grunt you have ever heard in your life. Quite frankly, you could most probably come undone just from seeing him so out of it, unbecomingly unprofessional and dripping pre-cum into his laboratory uniform.Â
âShit-shit-shit!â
You sing for him. Albedo moves closer to finally capture your lips with his. Warm and soft. He tastes like the sweetest cake that you have been denying yourself for far too long. Albedo runs a finger along the edge of your hairline, purring into the kiss with his voice taking on a seductive tenor. Shivers. Lots of them. Your heart thuds in your chest as if chased by the pack of hungry wolves. He establishes a rather lazy rhythm, matching the tempo of the fingers sliding in and out of you. He presses his thumb to your clitoris again, re-awakening that bothersome sensation deep in your groin. He flicks the tip delicately, careful not to cause you any discomfort while making you feel so full with his short but nimble fingers. At this point, your hips are just moving on their own, slowly, passionately rocking towards the doctor to help him finger-fuck you better.Â
He is a good kisser. Albedoâs lips caress yours. He grazes over the bottom lip, almost like the lightest strokes of the softest feather, only to nibble at it playfully the next moment. You moan helplessly, overwhelmed by that sensation of a pleasure knot forming in your lower belly. Albedo moans back, frantically pressing himself closer to you so that his erection is flush against your thigh.
He breaks the kiss, cupping your chin to make you look into his wide eyes. Nobody should be this perfect.
âYou are close, arenât you?â
Albedo states as if he diagnosed another patient of his. Always right.Â
âI might have something that will make it much better. If you give me your consent, that is.â
He whispers sweetly, his lips inches from yours. You snort right into his face, awed by his sudden wariness.
âYou didnât ask for it before deciding to undress me and tie me to your bed. Why bother now?â
Albedo levels you with a frank gaze. His breath exhales on half a laugh when he finally decides to speak.
âYou are right. I shall proceed as planned.â
He lets go of your chin and reaches out to the pocket of his lab coat. There is a small pink device in his hand. Your nervousness flares when you realise what it actually is.Â
âNo way.â
You tell him, your voice a mere squeak which embarrasses the hell out of you, but it all becomes unimportant when Albedo turns on the vibrator and presses it to your clit. He pulls you in for another kiss, possessive, hungry. You cry out, shocked by the intensity of the vibrations, unprepared for the little spasms that take over your body, tentatively thrusting back into the toy, somewhat scared of the budding sensations deep inside your core.
He travels lower with his lips, teasingly trailing them all over your neck, and you can only moan as much, beg him to continue because clearly, it is more than you have bargained for. You have waited long enough. After such a dry spell this orgasm feels like heaven. Like coming home after a long and exhausting journey. It happens so quickly, the tip of your clit starts to burn as if it was about to blow. You need it so much. Your eyes prickle with tears. Albedo notices how your whole body tenses, and then he hears his name falling from your lips as if it was torn out of your throat. The rippling moan leaves him shuddering. His cock twitches so hard it actually hurts.Â
Thatâs it.
He makes sure to let you ride out your orgasm, down to the last of these bone-shattering waves of pure pleasure and, then he begins to undress while leering over your exposed core. You came so hard that your thighs glisten with the slick. Everything is swollen and red. He steals a glance at your rosy face, so blissfully relaxed after the release. He thinks you might fall asleep, but he doesnât mind at all. When he positions himself behind you and unties one of the knots to set your arm free, you are basically like a lifeless doll, murmuring some incoherent words.Â
He kisses your cheek and helps you rest on your side while gently placing his hand under your knee to bend your leg. It is the injured one, so he wraps his leg around it to make sure it is secure and doesnât move too much.Â
âAlbedo?â
You question, realising that one of your hands is no longer restrained and that the doctor is right behind you. He pepper-kisses your neck while aligning his dick with your entrance. It kicks in his hand, impatient to finally get into that tight heat. You feel his wet erection. The mushroomy tip being pressed to you, albeit still shallowly, creates new bolts of electricity that go right into your groin.
âI kept thinking about that. Couldnât get it out of my head. Do you know how distracting you are? Do you have any idea?â
He complains in that velvety voice of his, breathless, borderline angry. Then again, you recognize the faint buzz of the toy he prepared in advance to use on you today. A gasping sound leaves your lips. You press yourself harder to him, pushing your ass into his abs. Albedo hisses. You mean to respond, tell him that you have been having a hard time as well, but then he buries himself fully, hitting your cervix. His left hand presses the vibrator to your folds and it is too late to say anything. Your mind goes on the fritz.
He moans out your name, and it thrills you immensely. He starts penetrating. The doctor plunges himself in and out of you, which together with the vibrator prevents you from putting words together. He doesnât even go that deep or fast with his thrusts. He focuses on the device in his hand, giving him absolute control over your mind and body. Your thighs quiver. You are more than grateful for being held nicely in place as your Bambi legs would surely give out some time soon.Â
âI canât stop staring at you. Canât stop fantasizing about you. It is pure agony.â
Albedo struggles with being articulate as well. The words come out fast, his voice strained as if someone put weights on his chest. He circles the clit, lets the device pulse right in the centre of your folds before repeating the circular motion. His cock is hard and hot as he guides himself in, dragging it in and out of the tightening walls.
âYou make me so hard,--d-damn. Always. Na-ahh---, h-hiding behind the lab coat. So humiliating.â
Albedoâs confessions make it all feel so intimate. Your belly fills with butterflies. Youâre proud. So proud of making him lose his cool, drop that indifferent mask and reveal the raw emotions bottling inside. His head slumps over your shoulder. His balls are heavy, full of that cum ready to burst into you. He just needs you to cum with him. One more time. He wants you creaming all over his length with his name on your lips like moments ago. He forces himself deeper, afraid to move too fast as he is dancing on the edge of the precipice. He licks your earlobe and listens to you suck your breath in which is followed by another begging whimper. So fucking cute. He wishes he could hear that on a loop. Albedo presses the little button on the vibrator to turn up the speed, and then it quickly becomes too much to bear.
âAlbedo! I canât! Oh--huhhh, fuck!â
You scream, writhing pathetically as that coiling sensation finally snaps. On cue, he picks up the pace to help you get rid of the tension spiralling through your sensitive core. Sparks of pleasure fly through your abdomen, making you feel hot and bothered. It feels so sticky as you gush down his girth. Albedo cums immediately after you. That obscene sound you made was enough to get his cock spurting out the hot and thick seed from his aching for release member. When you move your face to the side to peer at him, he just looks so fucking sexy and vulnerable it makes your chest fill with warmth. A living picture of tension and need. He orgasms on a shuddering sigh, pressing his nose to your cheek, cradling you into his arms with his cock still moving excitedly inside of you.Â
For a moment, there is just this soothing melody of your ragged breaths mingling together as you try to calm down. Albedo gently places your leg down, careful not to irritate the wound. The new position makes his cock brush over your already abused walls and, you canât suppress the shiver that zips down your spine. It makes him chuckle in that seductive timbre again.
âIt seems that I have run into a very hard to please patient after all.â
He teases right into your ear.
âIs that the treatment you use on all of them?â
You retaliate, suddenly getting irked by his over-confident comment. Would you admit openly to feeling jealous for no reason? No, never.
You sense him smirking into your neck. He places a couple of kisses there, going higher up until he plants the last one on your jaw.
âOh, donât worry. Itâs reserved for you only.â
The genius researcher of Mondstadt watchfully observes the process of extraction of the liquid from the lucent flask enclosed in his right hand. He lowers his head to scrutinise the watery substance in question. His brows furrow in deep thought as he steadily pours off the liquid so as not to disturb the sediment.
âHey, Iâve arrived!â Albedo spins around as if on cue only to be met with your blinding smile.
âWelcome, back, Y/N.â The alchemist beams sweetly extending his arms in an inviting gesture.
His teal eyes forever seeking yours, the behaviour stemming from his scholarly curiosity and the unsuppressed urgency to analyse the deepest parts of your soul conveniently laid bare for the alchemist to explore.Â
If eyes are indeed the mirror of the soul then yours must be the finest specimen to ever exist. The Chalk Prince would often conclude when engrossed in his internal musings.Â
For Albedo has come to know that you are his greatest reservoir of endless inspiration and his research has born but one of many fruitful results since the moment your paths crossed. You are like an incentive that sparks his natural thirst for knowledge and helps matters flow unperturbed in his lab.
Being a fellow alchemist, Albedo holds you in high self-esteem and relishes in the long hours both of you spend hunched over the alchemical equipment in the freezing-cold conditions of Dragonspine.Â
âReady to help me out with my experiment?â You query enthusiastically while closing the gap between you and the alchemist.
âThat will be my biggest pleasure,â Albedo confesses truthfully as he cradles you in his loving arms.Â
You cling to him needily and place your fingertips on his cheek only to follow with a light peck on Albedoâs lips.
As if not satisfied, the Chalk Prince leans in for more and traps your lower lip between his. He deepens the kiss and his tongue invades your mouth carefully. The kiss is sweet and affectionate, makes you feel all cosy and warm inside despite the temperature outside.Â
âLet me make you some tea first. Your body is cold to the touch.â The alchemist announces and before going away turns his gaze once again focusing on your beautiful features, âFeel free to ready the equipment, I wonât take too long.â
And so he leaves and not much time passes before Albedo reappears in the lab with a steamy hot cup of tea in his delicate hand.
With widening eyes, the scholar observes how you disrobe yourself and discard the layers of garments somewhere on the floor.
âWhat are you doing, Y/N?â Albedo inquiries dumbfounded. The cup in his hand shakes slightly.
âOh, why? Iâm readying the equipment, of course.âÂ
Despite the initial shock, Albedo quickly recovers his composure and comes up to your naked body.
âThank you very much!â You express your gratitude by retrieving the hot beverage from his hands and taking a sip.Â
Albedo doesnât really question the fact that youâre now standing before him with nothing left to cover your physique. Itâs not that it doesnât affect him. Quite to the contrary. As much as he loves unravelling the mysteries of your soul, if there is anything he is more obsessed with, it will be, without a doubt, the joy of exploring the beauty of your naked figure. Albedo is of conviction that no other form of life can match your natural beauty and thereof considers it his professional obligation to inspect it carefully, in detail. He would absolutely not forego any opportunity to extend his knowledge regarding your person.
The Chalk Prince, being a Homunculus, should in theory be barren of any emotions, the ability to feel or experience the rush of intense sensations. He is not human, after all. That, however, turned out not to be entirely accurate.Â
Albedo, although considering human relationships as tiresome and sometimes even annoyingly dull, found himself harbouring feelings towards your persona. Nonetheless, it was different from the platonic love he felt for Klee. That much was apparent to the alchemical genius.Â
Fascinated, Albedo started treading this path, determined to get to the bottom of this sudden realisation. Having carried out numerous experiments, sometimes of peculiar nature, the researcher did find the answer to the mind-boggling question. Albedo didnât think much of fate or destiny, nor did he trust in the circumstantiality of events. He was always following the rules of logic, capable of clear and sound reasoning.Â
This time, though, his usual approach wasnât applicable. The researcher convinced himself that whatever forces drew him to you he would not question any of that and decided to be appreciative of this life-changing encounter instead.Â
So, owing to his non-human nature, Albedo actually requires some time before he can recognise and feel the emotions seething inside of him. Itâs a bit like delayed ignition. But once he does, it is akin to a wildfire.Â
So, although the Chalk Prince temporarily does not seem to be fazed by your state of undress, it does not bother you in the slightest. In all honesty, you feel liberated by the fact that you have no issues undressing for your boyfriend and just letting him inspect you with his studious eyes to his heartâs content. There is no sense of shame or fear of being judged. Albedo has many times praised you while preoccupied with the physical experiments (as he fancies calling them) which you were subjected to by your quirky lover. âAll for the strive of knowledgeâ - he would state with a glint in his eyes and you never fail to comply with his desires.
Having had a sip of your tea, you put it away on the nearest cabinet and return to the fellow alchemist still standing by his desk as if glued to the floor.
Tenderly, you place your arms on his chest and you can feel how quick his heartbeat is despite the emotionless expression on the alchemistâs ethereal face.Â
âWill I be allowed to touch you throughout the course of the experimentation?â Curiosity taking the better of him.
âYes, however only when I specifically tell you to do so, will you be ok with that?â
He grimaces but nods his head in acknowledgement. Heâs been asking you to realise so many of his laboratory whims that he knows he is in no position to object. Still, the idea of not being able to touch you when he needs to or how he would like to is something Albedo considers cruel.Â
Did I overdo it when I had her/him tied to the chair last time?Â
The researcher doesnât nearly have enough time to ponder upon this thought as he is brought back to reality by an apologetic kiss placed on his lips.
âJust for a little while, hmm?âÂ
âUh-huh.â Albedo reaffirms this time with less hesitation charmed by the way you smile back at him.
âWhat is the focal point of our investigation today?â Albedo seeks to obtain more details.
âIt is simple, really.â You utter seductively reaching for the zipper in Albedoâs pants. âIâm planning to examine whether or not I have the skill to make you reach your orgasm using my thighs only.âÂ
You pull the zipper down and a few forceful tugs later, Albedoâs trousers and underwear pool around his ankles.Â
His body is just otherworldly. Soft to the touch milky skin devoid of any blemishes. Craving for more, you hurriedly unbutton his shirt and let it fall to the floor as you did with your own clothes.Â
Compliantly, Albedo doesnât reach out for your lips like he normally would in a moment like this.Â
âIâll be happy to see to the results of this study, Y/N.â The genius boy admits eagerly. His body already revealing signs of excitement as his half-hard cock twitches in interest when you lean down to the pocket of your jacket. Albedo notices a small vial filled with translucent liquid.
You pop the lid and pour some of the substance into the palm of your hand.
Bobbing your head to satisfy his curiosity, you proceed to smear the sticky liquid all over your hands. It is quite cold but it wonât bother Albedo as his body is indifferent to lower temperatures.
Then, very gently, you insert his cock between your hands and begin twisting it, mimicking the motion of starting a fire. Albedoâs breath hitches in his throat. He actually shudders when you finally wrap your hand around his entire shaft and give it a gentle squeeze. Keeping a close watch on the assistant of your experiment, you discover that heâs already struggling with maintaining balance.
âYou can hold onto my waist, Albedo.â
âGladly,â he responds and his hands helplessly travel to your lower body. He grabs you tightly as if you were his lifeline.
You continue stroking him, gradually applying more pressure and Albedoâs soft moans increase in frequency. He would love to thrust his hips and feel more of that friction but he knows he canât unless he is given your permission. Once his dick is thoroughly lubricated with the slime concentrate you deem both of you ready to proceed to the main part of your experiment. By that time, the genius alchemist is already painfully hard. His cock is fully erect and glistens deliciously, neatly coated with the mix of his pre-cum and the lube whipped up by your own hands.
âWould you like it tighter, my Genius Boy?âÂ
Albedo realizes that his orgasm is already building. A burning sensation is budding in the depths of his groin. He feels warm and bothered by the teasing strokes of your hands. He knows that there is no way out so he fervently shakes his head in agreement.
And so, you scoop up closer and firmly grab Albedoâs ass. He keens, entranced by the rough treatment. Your thighs start openly rubbing on Albedoâs genitals, moving along the entirety of his shaft which leaves him panting and biting on his lower lip in bliss. The lube spreads all over your thighs and small goosebumps cover your naked flesh.Â
âAny observations, so far, Albedo? Do you think you are ready to delve further into the examination?â Your eyes continuously checking in with your loverâs reactions.
Having learned his innermost yearnings, you are acutely aware of how much of a turn-on this whole affair is for him. You are more than willing to continue playing your part too.
âThere is still so much more to explore, Y/N. No need to cease our research.â Albedo informs you. He is incredibly aroused, gazing at you through half-lidded eyes. His nails digging into your waist as he fights for breath every time you grind into him.
Albedo lets out a feeble and high-pitched whine when you step back and turn around so that your back is facing him. He no longer can feel the warmth of your thighs on his cock. He opens his mouth to complain but is cut short immediately after you reposition slightly and brush your bum against his dick. You squeeze his hands, still tightly latched onto your hip and guide him forward, in the direction of your thighs. He obeys and aggressively pushes in between your legs forcing you to grip onto the desk for balance.
Albedoâs cheeks flush in a deep red colour due to the intensity of all of this.Â
With your assistance, he begins pumping his cock in and out, stimulating the bundles of nerves located on your inner thighs. He fucks you in a steady and yet unforgivingly fast tempo and you do your best to push back each time he jolts his hips forward. Albedoâs abdomen continuously hits your ass and it bounces on impact.Â
Nearing his orgasm, Albedo wants you closer, craves to have your body firmly pressed to his.Â
âY/N, please, I need you,â he cries out making your heart skip a beat.Â
Moved by his desperate plea, you straighten up, his arm hastily swathing your torso in a clingy grip.
Albedoâs head lolls into the crook of your neck and with a final thrust, he comes undone. As his body is shaken by the tremors of pleasure he repeatedly moans out your name. His body spasms and the muscles inside his groin cramp mercilessly. His orgasm is long and intense, leaving him totally spend and trembling in your arms for a good while. You help him come down from his high, lovingly caressing his back, his body is vulnerably clinging to yours.Â
Finally, the boy feels ready to break the silence and tilts his head towards you.
âSo, whatâs the final conclusion of the experiment?â He smiles, no longer having enough strength to hide his amusement.
âWell, I feel like itâs still too early to conclude anything. Iâll need more of your assistance, Master Albedo.âÂ
The boy chuckles audibly and his eyes and nose crinkle.
Albedo is of the impression that after all these years he has successfully arrived at the answer to his Masterâs last wish.
Perhaps thatâs the meaning of life? He ponders safely cocooned in your embrace.
