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You stare at the alchemist sitting right across from you, he was buried in his work, one hand continuously scribbled down notes while his eyes scanned the many many pages that laid before him. You sigh from the unoccupied desk you were seated upon, Albedo always hated how you preferred sitting on top of it like a madman instead of sitting on a chair. Shoving the red, strawberry popsicle back into your mouth, you savor the sweet taste as your tongue swirls around it. Pulling it out, you lick your lips and swing your feet with boredom.
“Albedoo…” you whine, heels hitting the wooden desk. “We should go out. The weather is beautiful and you need a break.”
“What I need is silence,” he grunts, not sparing you a glance. “Like I said when I finish my work we can go out.”
“You promised me we would pick cecilias…” you continue, taking another lick of your popsicle. “Might I remind you, you were the one nagging me how cecilias needed to be potted at a certain time and that it was best to do it in summer.”
“Yes yes I know.” finally he turns to you, pinching the bridge between his blonde eyebrows. “Worst case scenario we can go tomorrow.”
“Have I been waiting all day for nothing?” you cry out, genuinely feeling hurt. “You do this every time. Plus–” you notice his puffy red eyes. “Your eyes are bloodshot, you need rest.”
You hate that he never rests and you hate it even more when he makes you wait and never delivers on his promises. Most of the time you didn’t mind the wait, you enjoy watching him work. You love the way he groans and pulls on his hair when he’s staring at a particularly hard problem, you love it when he hums with delight when he manages to solve it. You love hearing him sing a soft tune under his breath when he forgets that you’re there, watching him. But sometimes, sometimes you just felt…bad. You couldn’t quite describe the feeling, it was something mixed between hurt and jealousy? Maybe?
Averting your gaze you opt to stare at your popsicle instead. Noticing the syrup starting to drip from the stick to your hand you quickly lean and lick the sugary juice away. You were left unanswered, therefore, you decide to leave to make it easier for the both of you. Albedo wouldn’t have to say no and you wouldn’t have to face rejection for the nth time.
You were quick to notice that you weren’t able to slide off of the desk like you usually did, blinking up with confusion you see Albedo standing an inch away from you. His arms trapped your body and he pushed your knees apart without you noticing. You gulp at how close he is, he smells of sweet whopper flower nectar mixed with his own cologne. The hand that holds the popsicle shakes and his teal eyes shifts to the sweet treat. You gasp as Albedo comes even closer, wrapping his lips around the popsicle and sucking on it before biting a chunk off of it. Mouth agape, your eyes were fixated. He chews, the soft crunches that reach your ears makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. He swallows with a loud gulp and you’re left breathless.
“I wouldn’t say you’ve been waiting for nothing,” he says, voice low. “I don’t mind rewarding you for your patience.”
Albedo was a lot of things; honest, brilliant, handsome, a beast in bed, but he was never ever this straightforward with you. Eyes wide you close your mouth and lick your lips, your whole body shivered with the mere thought of Albedo pleasuring you. A nervous giggle parts away from your lips and you stop caring that the popsicle was melting all over your trembling fingers.
“What’s gotten into you?” you manage to ask. “Were you working on a lust potion or something?”
He chuckles, “No…” then his eyes darken and he raises an eyebrow. “It is rather hard to concentrate when you’re sucking and licking something other than my cock.”
“What?!” you choke out. “I-Is that why you’re so worked up right now?”
“Maybe,” he purrs. “Besides, I do need to rest.”
“When I said that I meant that we should go and pick some cecilias to plant– oh.”
Albedo, taking a hold of your wrist, pulls your hand towards him as he darts his tongue out. It feels as if you can’t breathe as the warm muscle traces over your sticky fingers, lapping away the strawberry syrup that had dripped all over you. Albedo is quite thorough. He pushes the tip of his tongue between your fingers and cleans your up, then he sucks on each individual finger while gently nibbling on them. His eyes are closed and each time you push a finger deeper into his mouth a soft moan escapes his throat. You’re mesmerized, your heart is thudding loudly against your chest and your panties are soaked by the view. Swallowing, you press your thighs together as his tongue travels up from your finger to the almost-gone popsicle. With a smirk, he pops the entirety of it in his mouth and pulls back, leaving only the red stick behind.
Your eyes dart between him and the stick, you’re flustered and you feel as if your face is burning.
“What just–”
“Don’t worry I’ll get you a new one.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Albedo chuckles and before you can retaliate, his lips crash into yours. Taking advantage of your initial shock, he slips his tongue between your lips and takes in a deep breath as he deepens the kiss. Albedo tastes of strawberry and you can’t help but suck on his tongue. The stick finally falls from between your fingers and you wrap your arms around him, your fingers desperately clutching at his coat. He parts away from you, a single strand of saliva still connecting your lips, and a sheer whine rips away from your throat. Without even noticing you pull him closer, rubbing your core against his pelvis in a needt fashion. You hear him chuckle but you’re too concentrated on the friction against your cunt.
“Does my needy little girl want her reward?”
“Y-Yes,” you breathe out. “Please Albedo, I-I can’t–”
Albedo is quick to spread your legs further and lower down your pants along with your soaked panties. You expect him to do the same, afterall it was hard to fuck if he was going to keep his pants on, but much to your surprise he kneels down instead. His hot breath tickles your cunt and you can’t help but stare as he inches closer. When you feel his lips against your folds, the sensation alone almost makes you go limp.
His tongue slowly delves between your folds as his lips continue to move against them. Albedo laps up the juices and the tip of his tongue teases your aching hole. With one hand you grab his ash-blond locks and tug at them as the pleasure starts to become overwhelming. He hums and pushes his tongue deeper as his hand travels across your thigh and reaches your throbbing clit.
An obscenely loud moan leaves your lips as he rolls the sensitive nub between his delicate fingers. You see stars and your head falls back, you can almost hear him chuckle at how easily you came undone. Continuing to roll and pull your clit, Albedo starts to fuck your needy hole with his tongue. Your legs tremble around him as his name incoherently falls from your lips. Heat pools inside your core and your abused clit starts to tingle and twitch.
“‘M gonna come– Al…ahh…bedo…”
His ministrations on your drenched cunt goes faster, Albedo rubs his fingers against your clit and he wiggles his tongue that was buried inside you. It was too much, your breath is hitched and you can’t even think not speak anymore. Nails digging into his scalp, you see white and your cunt gushes out. Your body spasms and your insides throb, Albedo’s tongue continues to move inside you as you cum, drenching his chin with your fluids.
Albedo’s lips stay on your cunt until you start to come down from your orgasm, he slowly pulls away. He’s quick to notice how out of it you are and wraps an arm around you when he sees you tremble and start to fall back. You blink as you try to focus, the first thing you see is the chief alchemist’s smug grin.
“Seems like now you’re the one who needs rest my love.”
“You’re just mean,” you mumble, nuzzling his neck. “I just wanted to pot some cecilias you jerk.”
He strokes your hair and kisses the top of your head.
“Promise we’ll go tomorrow.” he laughs when you groan. “How about I lay you on the couch?”
“Fine, but if we don’t go tomorrow again I swear to all the archons above–”
“Promise.”