#uhn

Face buried in a bunch of pillows, knees spread wide apart, hands helplessly clawing at the sheets as you whine at the strain on your bladder and the pleasure of your alchemist boyfriend’s perfect cock pounding into you, angling his hips just right to hit that special little spot deep inside you with each thrust.. he knows you so well, after all.

Wet slaps bounced around in his room, soft bed creaking with every forward movement he made.

Albedo’s warm, bare chest would be flushed to your arching back, sadistic smile on his pink lips. Loose, silky strands of his sandy-blonde hair fall over your shoulder as his free hand rests above your bladder on your tummy.

He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know your limits. Albedo could feel how large and full your bladder was as he fucked into you at a brutal, mind numbing pace, heavy and full balls slapping against your twitching clit.

It was so overwhelming, the desperate desire to keep it all in to avoid embarrassment.. even if letting go when you couldn’t hold it anymore was exactly what he wanted.

How lewd..

He’d definitely be saying something like-

“Tell me.. how long can you hold it in for? Are you going to piss yourself soon, love? Hm?” His words are laced with curiosity and malicious teasing intent - but soft spoken and full of love. So like him.

The famed alchemist kissed your already marked up neck, humming with satisfaction as he felt your body burn with embarrassment.

‘So cute..’ He’d think to himself.

Reaching for one of your hands, he lace his fingers with yours, palm pressed to the back of your hand, the intimate action almost seeming out of place with what was happening down below.

Albedo adored listening to your whines and pleads, so wanting for more but at the same time begging for him to stop and let you go to the bathroom.

Albedo wasn’t cruel, if that’s what you truly wanted he would let you go.. but you knew the safe word, if this was too much you’d tell him.

Pleads and cries turned into quiet sobs and hiccups, inability to hold it in any longer making quite the mess out of both your and his thighs and onto the many layers of thick towels below.

He’d chuckle, cooing at you whilst licking away your tears. His question was finally answered, glancing at the pocket watch on his bedside table. He’d have to write this down later..

Despite the conclusion, his movements didn’t stop, thrusting into your addictive tight heat as you made such a warm mess.. To ease your discomfort, he moved his hand from your stomach, middle finger gathering some slick between your legs before rubbing slow circles around your little bundle of nerves.

It’s alright, he assured, he’ll clean it up and praise you for doing so well with this experiment.. perhaps he’ll have to run more, hypothesis’s already forming in his head as he grunted.

Right now, though, he wondered if you’ve become more sensitive now thanks to the release of your bladder..

Yes, so many things to figure out.