#flamingo albert

It's been nearly two weeks since you've gotten more than the bare minimum from Albert. He's been so entangled with recording videos and keeping up with youtube that he has not reserved any time for you.

His frequent late nights had left you falling asleep alone, cuddling your pillow like a loser. And when you'd wake up, he'd be knocked out in the bed next to you. As soon as he got up, he had locked himself in his studio once again.

You got somewhat used to this routine, seeing him only during meals and sometimes in the late afternoon when the sun had began to set (if you were lucky).

You missed him even when he was in the room right next to you. Missed the way you'd fall asleep in his arms and the way he'd always make time for you in between recording sessions. You reminisced on when you would sit in his recording studio while he would fuck around on his computer, watching and laughing along as he played whatever popular games there were on Roblox.

You weren't sure what changed.

You were terrified that your relationship was falling apart, that maybe you did something to push Albert away. You frequently racked your brain, going over the past couple months with him and trying to figure out what you did wrong. Every sing time, your search came up empty.

It didn't seem like he was upset with you, because everything else stayed the same.

There were a few times you had asked him why he hadn't spent any time with you, and he always had the same response. He was just busy trying to keep up with the demand of videos and give his friends a little more time. More like a lot more time, but you wouldn't say that aloud.

You couldn't really blame him though, seeing as he was a huge Roblox Youtuber.

With all of these thoughts running through your head, you were sitting in your shared bed on your phone. The sun was nearly set, providing a dark hue that spread across the room. You wanted to cry, sob in your boyfriends arms about how much you missed him and wanted to go back to normal. You didn't know if you could do that, you settled for wiping away your own tears.

You sniffled, crying softly into your hands as you thought everything over in your head. Maybe he was falling out of love and found someone new or-

"Y/n?" His voice cut through your sobs and sniffles. "What's the matter, baby?" He rushed over to you, sitting next to where you were laying on the bed. His hand met your side, rubbing it comfortingly as he looked down at you with those beautiful brown eyes that you loved.

You quickly wiped your tears, sitting up in the bed. "Nothing, I'm okay." You flashed him a fake smile as you fixed your messy hair.

"Well, clearly there's something wrong," he protested. A calloused thumb came up to wipe your tears before moving to brush a piece of hair behind your ear. "Talk to me."

"I just feel like you barely have time for me anymore and I feel like I did something wrong," you sniffled, tears beginning to fall down your face once more. "I don't know what I did but I-I wanna fix it."

He shushed your softly, continuing to wipe the tears from the soft skin of your cheeks. 'You didn't do anything, I've just been wrapped up in recording and making videos." He gripped your wrist gently, pulling you into him. He helped you crawl into his lap, letting you straddle his muscular thighs.

"I know but I was really worried." You looked up, finally meeting his eyes. They were full of guilt as he watched you cry. "I just miss you so bad and I wish you had more time for me. I hate going to bed alone and not getting to go on dates anymore."

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered, his eyebrows knitted together with worry. "Let me make it up to you." If he was being totally honest, he hadn't realized that his absence was taking that much of a toll on you. He wanted to give you the world, but clearly he had been slacking.

"It's okay, if you need to get back to recording you can," you replied, wiping the last of your tears from your face as you looked back at him.

"No, you're my priority and I should be acting like it," he said as his eyes flicked down to your lips before back up to your eyes, He admired the your face, the way the previous tears glistened on your face in the evening light. "I love you."

"I love you more," you replied, a small smile creeping onto your face.

His lips met yours carefully, as if you were fragile and would break if he moved too quickly. You kissed him back, matching his pace as his lips slotted against yours. The kiss was soft, slow, and sensual. He was too busy memorizing the feeling of your lips over and over as if it would be the last time he got to kiss you. His large hands ran over the soft, exposed skin of your thighs in a soothing way. Part of you still wanted to cry for reasons you were unsure of, but you were just glad to be in Alberts arms and have him all to yourself, even if it was just for a little while.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping your puffy bottom lip, asking for entrance. You granted it, allowing him to lick inside of your mouth. Your tongues tangled together in a slow, loving dance as you groaned softly. His hands slid from your thighs to your hips, rubbing circles into the clothed flesh.

He maneuvered you so that you were laying back on the bed with him on top of you, arms pinned on either side of your head as the kiss became more heated. He hummed softly, murmuring another 'i love you' into your skin as he kissed the corner of your mouth. His kisses trailed down your face and to your neck, where a sucked a light hickey into your skin. You moaned quietly, egging him on even more.

"You're so pretty, babe," he mumbled in your ear as his hands slid up your shirt. He felt as if he had the world in his hands because you were his world. The reason he lived and breathed and he mentally cursed himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. "Love you so much, I'm so sorry."

You were lost in the sensation of his hands cupping your breasts, fingers pinching your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra. You whined, his praises going straight to your core. The noises you made sent chills down his spine, he'd play those sounds on loop if he could.

He kneeled your breasts softly, his mouth placing loving kisses on your neck and down your collar bone. You ran your fingers through his fluffy hair, savoring the feeling of him on top of you (it had been a while since anything had happened). You ran your free hand down his back, your hand gliding the toned muscles unfortunately covered by his shirt. He groaned into your neck quietly, leaning into your touch as he worked your shirt further up and off of your body.

Your bra was next to go, his fingers fidgeting languidly with the clasp before tossing it somewhere else in the bedroom. He peppered kisses on your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while massaging the other. His tongue flicked the hardened bud, sending chills down your spine and a second wave of arousal coursing through your body. He wanted to worship you, make you remember how much he loved you and show how sorry he was. He switched to your other breast, leaving a dark love bite on the soft flesh as he pinched and fiddled with your wet nipple.

His kisses trailed down to your stomach, his rough hands carefully tracing the curves of your body. "You're so beautiful," he murmured against your skin, kissing your hip and letting his teeth graze your flesh. "'Dunno what I'd do without you. 'M sorry, baby." His thoughts flowed from his lips, his sweet serenades making you melt further into his touch. You muttered a soft 'it's okay' in response.

His fingers ducked into the waistband of your shorts, slowly but surely sliding them off as his gaze trailed over your body with awe. He was nearly drooling at the sight of you, as he usually did. He mentally kicked himself for making you feel the way you did. You lifted up your hips in an attempt to help him slip off your pants. He did so with ease, leaving you completely exposed.

You shivered as he kissed your inner thigh, nibbling on the sensitive flesh before pressing a kiss to soothe the slight sting that followed after. You were like putty in his bands, vulnerable and oh so needy as he took his time while playing with you. His hands gripped your thighs, fingertips digging into your skin as he massaged your muscles. He dove in carefully, flattening his tongue on your soaked folds and licking a long stripe up to your clit. You shivered at the sensation.

He used the tip of his tongue to slide inside, teasing your entrance carefully before turning to lap at your folds. You moaned softly, tangling your fingers in his hair. It was a beautiful sight, your boyfriend in between your legs giving you the attention that you deserved. You could've asked him to run across the world and back and he would've done it. Because it was you.

"Y'taste so good," he murmured against you, the vibrations from his voice sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. He opened his eyes, looking up at you with his eyes blown black and eyelashes fluttering. "Always so good for me," he praised as he reached up to take your hand in his own.

His tongue circled your clit, your juices leaving a delightful taste on his tongue. He worked you open with his tongue, groaning into your needy pussy. You let your head fall back into the mattress, your free hand gripping onto the sheet under you. His tongue slid inside of you, licking around your walls. He drank you up as if he was a starving man, tongue farting in and out of you. His plush lips wrapped around your clit, sucking softly before returning his attention to your folds.

You were dripping, your arousal coating Alberts chin. You lifted your head up to look at him, admiring him in the soft light of the moon. He made it his goal to remind you that he loved you, loved everything about you. You were the one he wanted to marry and spend the rest of his life with, and it was his goal to make that very clear.

Your whines drove him half crazy. He spread your legs wider, giving him a better angle. His tongue swirled around your hole before flicking your clit. Moans and curses slipped from your lips as you looked down at him. He slipped inside of you again, thrusting his tongue inside of you at a faster pace than before. He curled it up, hitting that special spot inside of you that drove you closer to the edge. He continued this, his hand gripping your thigh as if it would kill him to let go.

You felt the coil in your stomach begin to tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. "I- hmmph- so close," you moaned out, fingers tightening in his hair as you pulled him closer.

"Doin' so good for me baby, love you more than anything-" he said before sucking on your clit. Your hips jolted up slightly, his nose rutting against your clit as he savored your taste. He knew exactly what he was doing when it came to you, having you memorized. He knew you like the back of his hand. He buried his face deeper, quickening his pace. "Want you to cum on my tongue," he mumbled against you.

He smiled slightly, pleased with your reaction. Your moans grew louder as you fought the urge to buck against his face. His hand stayed firm on your thigh, determined to keep your legs open as he ate you out.

Your walls clenched around his tongue as he licked and sucked, not taking a moment for sir. All he wanted in that moment was to taste you on his tongue and get you off. Your walls spasmed around his tongue as he curled it up, repeatedly hitting your g spot. You felt your orgasm approaching fast, and Albert wasn't letting up. He persisted, tongue swirling around inside of you as your thighs began to quake.

You came with a loud moan, your first wave of orgasm raking through your body. He sucked your clit softly, helping you ride out your orgasm. You whined and whimpered as he sucked on your overly sensitive clit.

"Fuck, I- mph!" Your jaw fell slack as he slipped a finger inside of you without warning, You saw white as he curled his middle finger up. He kissed your shaking thighs, taking his hand away from yours to keep them stable as the other worked inside of your pussy.

"What were you saying?" He smirked slightly as he lifted his head up. He licked his lips slowly, just as slow as he moved his finger inside of you.

"I love you-" you moaned, eyes blurry as you looked down at him. The smirk on his face only added to the scene. "'S too much-"

"Just gimme one more, baby, please? You sound so pretty," he pleaded, digging his teeth into your thigh as he added a second finger. He scissored his fingers inside of you, curling them to make you see stars. "I know you can take it, pretty girl."

"I wanna- agh— suck you off. Missed you so much," you pleaded, trying your hardest to keep your eyes open as you looked down at him. You whines softly, fingers digging painful,y into the bed under you.

"Tonight's all about you, wanna make you feel good, babe. Please?" Those god damn eyes. He fluttered his eyelashes innocently as he began to piston into you faster.

"Feels s'good," you responded, giving into the pleasure that was taking over you.

He climbed up your body, fingers staying deep inside of you as he kissed your breasts. He resumed his previous actions, sucking and biting your nipples as his fingers hit your g spot repeatedly. "Love the noises you make, babe. Squeezing me so tight," he mumbled praises under his breath as his free hand massaged your tit.

He placed kisses on your neck, littering more hickeys around. Your back arched, moans falling from your lips uncontrollably. Your shaky hands slid up his shirt, attempting to take it off but failing miserably. His hand slipped out of you, leaving you unbearably empty as he took his shirt off for you. The sight was mouth watering. His toned, muscular chest shone with a light layer of sweat. Your hazy eyes trailed down the rest of his body, gaze lingering on the tent clearly visible in his jeans. Everything about the situation was so overwhelming, and you loved it.

The musk of sex and the faint smell of spearmint on his tongue made you impossibly more wet. You gripped his hair, pulling him up for a heated kiss. It was all tongue and teeth as his fingers found your hole again. Lewd slapping noises and muffled moans filled the room as he fingered you. His pace was nearly punishing, stretching you out perfectly. He massaged your walls, slowing down slightly to let you breathe before returning to the quick pace he had set.

The taste of yourself on his tongue sent chills down your spine. He pushed deeper inside of you, your mind turning into complete static. You moaned and cried out, loud enough that you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard. "Shhh, you're okay. Doin' so fucking good for me, love you so much," he purred against your lips.

He was coaxing a second orgasm out of you easily, his fingers moving professionally inside of you. He pinched and twisted your nipples as he pulled his fingers out before slamming them back in. You arched, crying out his name as he continued his relentless pace.

"You look so hot when you cum, need to see your face, baby. Open your eyes and look at me," he instructed, pulling away from your lips and resting his forehead on yours. He continued finger fucking you roughly, though the punishing pace was a large contrast to the air in the room. You forced your eyes open, meeting his gaze that was full of nothing but love.

Your second orgasm was building up fast and it took all of your strength to not squeeze your eyes shut. They nearly rolled back in your head as your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. You didn't even need to tell him that you were about to cum again.

"You're so perfect," Albert mumbled. He leaned back, kneeling in between your legs and using his other hand to press against your clit. He rubbed small circles with his thumb, making your orgasm hit you like a truck.

You panted, sweating profusely as you fell limp on the bed. The aftershocks of your orgasm made your legs twitch. He pecked your lips softly, tongue sliding inside of your mouth easily. The kiss was slow and sensual. You whined into his mouth as he carefully slipped his fingers out of your dripping pussy.

"Wanna fuck you so bad, babe. Can I, please? 'M so sorry for not giving you enough time, I should've known," he pleaded. "I can make you feel so good, just give me one more." You nodded, giving into his pleas without a second thought. Albert smiled, taking your hand and pressing a kiss into your palm. "Thank you, beautiful."

"Wanna see you—" you breathed, moving a piece of hair out of his eyes. He nodded, acknowledging your words before leaning back. He slowly, teasingly unbuckled his pants and kicked them off. He slipped out of his underwear quickly, his cock springing out. The tip was an angry red, slick with precum glistening in the light of the moon.

He spread your legs carefully, hands rubbing and massaging the sore muscles as he resumed his position. He kneeled between your legs, lining up with your entrance. When he pushed inside, you felt an explosion of pain and pleasure. Tears brimmed your eyes as he bottomed out inside of you. You mouth fell open, raspy moans and pants slipping from your lips as he let you adjust.

Alberts messy hair was in his face, covering his perfect features. You propped yourself up on your shoulders and wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him the signal to move. He groaned, mumbling praises as he began to thrust inside of you. His movements were intentional, slow and deep as he savored the feeling of your pussy around his cock. He looked at you sprawled out under him, enjoying the view as he moved slowly.

"I love you so much, always so fucking good for me," he moaned out. "Taking my cock so well," he praised, hand sliding up to your chest. He cupped your breast, massaging the soft flesh as he continued to fuck into you.

The stretch was amazing, his cock slotting perfectly inside of you. He felt like you were made for him, his moans and grunts displaying that perfectly. You saw white as tears brimmed in your eyes, threatening to fall form the amount of pleasure and overstimulation.

He quickened his pace, his dick twitching inside of you. His thumb came in contact with your swollen, puffy clit. He rubbed it carefully, providing the perfect amount of overstimulation. "Y'feel so good, beautiful."

"Fuck— nngh-" You were a babbling mess beneath him. Pornographic noises of skin on skin and your whines and moans filled the room. All he wanted to do was make you feel good, see how good you felt.

His pace quickened, the tip of his hard cock pressing into your g-spot with each thrust. He leaned down, pressing kisses all over your burning face. "So pretty," he commented breathlessly, his eyes fixed on your face.

You, on the other hand, could barely keep your eyes open. Your eyes rolled back in your head as he thrusted quickly inside of you. White hot pain went straight to your core. It hurt so good. He looked at you like you hung the stars and gave him the air he was breathing. He moaned your name, his hips stuttering as he felt his orgasm building up in his stomach.

Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as you pulled him impossibly closer. You pulled his face to yours, his tongue finding your own almost immediately. You moaned and whined into his mouth, your mind blank as he licked inside of your mouth.

The pleasure was almost too much, but you were just happy to have him with you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down onto you. He let out a light laugh, smiling into the kiss. His hands moved along your body, memorizing every curve of your body. He was in complete bliss, as were you.

Your orgasm was building up quick, your body tensing as it threatened to release at any moment. You were muttering incoherent curses, muffled by Alberts lips. You drank down his moans and groans, mixed with your own. "C'mon, baby. Cum for me."

You followed instructions gratefully. You came around his dick with a loud cry, moaning out his name for the final time as he softly fucked you through your orgasm. He came not long after you, white ropes of cum shooting deep inside of you. He moaned softly, his cock sliding out of you carefully.

He fell onto the bed next to you heaving. When you looked at him, he was already looking at you with that stupid smile on his face that you loved dearly. One you hadn't seen in a hot minute. "I love you," he repeated for the millionth time, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Let me clean you up."

He left and came back with a wet wash cloth. He carefully wiped you up, cleaning up the mess that he made. He pressed one final kiss to your thigh before picking up the t-shirt he was wearing. He hoped you put it on, covering your naked body before he threw on some boxers and climbed back into bed next to you.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, pulling you into his chest. You took a deep, content breath. "I'm gonna work harder for us, okay?"

You nodded. "I love you," you said in response.

Without even knowing it, you fell asleep nuzzled into his chest.

You woke up to flowers and a note on the bedside table. It read: we're going out tonight at 7, get dressed up ;) i love you