A/N: This is ALL NSFW. Foxes are my favorite animal, and since his character design was leaked months ago I’ve been in love with this man. I am not ashamed.
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• Gorou is very much into marking. It’s practically instinct, being part fox and all. He loves covering his partner in bites and hickies, from neck to thighs. He also loves being marked in return. He wears love bites with pride, sometimes even going so far as to point them out to others, like badges of honor.
• He also really loves scratching. His partner’s back is regularly lined with scratch marks from an intimate session. He’s not huge on getting scratched back, but if you ask him to tone it down a little, he definitely will.
• Gorou won’t admit it, but the predator/prey dynamic really gets him going. If his partner pretends to run away from him, it’s almost instant that he’s thinking of how to catch them, pin them, and take them over the closest surface he can find. Again, it’s probably due to being part fox.
• He’s actually quite loud with his moans and growls. He doesn’t try to hide them just because others might hear. Sex is something nearly everyone does—why should he have to quiet himself just so others won’t know he’s having sex?
• Sweet boy practically begs to go down on his partner. And if they say yes, he takes his time and devours them, savoring every single moment and every single taste. He likes receiving too, but he’s much more of a giver in this case.
• Gorou likes when his partner rubs his ears after an intense session. It’s soothing, and it makes him sleepy. His tail isn’t as sensitive, so he probably won’t react much if his partner rubs it, but he does like to curl it around them when cuddling or sleeping.
• He might refer to his partner as his mate, rather than a boyfriend or girlfriend. If they make a big fuss about it, he’ll learn to use the proper terminology. But generally, he likes calling them his mate. It feels more personal and is closer to his heart.
• He’s definitely not a one-and-done guy. Expect at least two or three times before he even thinks of calling it good. Some days he’s got a little more energy, and he’s gotta use it up, y’know?
• Oh boy, Gorou loves to cum inside. It is a major turn on for him. It’s not a full-on breeding kink, but it’s close. He just loves getting that release while being inside his partner, not having to stop to pull out or anything. He will if he needs to, but he certainly prefers not to.
• He probably calls his partner something like “little fox” when he’s feeling playful, or a general “Prince/Princess” any other time.
A/N: This is a LONG ONE. I’m so excited to finally finish it, though. I will warn of some mature themes kinda sprinkled throughout this (such as alcohol consumption) but there aren’t any major warnings. Now, the oneshot that goes with it…..
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“You know how Klee is… Very close to me?” the blonde hums, looking up to you as he pauses rinsing the safranin stain off of his microscope slide.
“Yeah, you said she’s like your little sister, right?” you return, placing your own microscope slide in place before working to adjust its focus.
“Well…” he sighs, pausing for a moment, finishing off his stain before moving to do similar as you are. “I went to visit her this past weekend. She… Asked a lot of questions.”
"A Weekend Away" iZ SO BEAUTIFULL AAAAAAAAAAA THANK U FOR WRITING IT!!! ngl apparently i lacked reading comprehension and thought it was gonna be a multi-chaptered fic buT IT WASN'T SO THANK U FOR FEEDING US IN ONE GO AND FOR SAVING US FROM ANGST!!
Thank you so much!!!!
Tbh, when it got past around 3000 words I considered making it into a multi-part thing, so I don’t think you’re too far off the mark. In the end I decided on one big one for just the reason you mentioned—I HATE cliffhangers and would rather know what’s gonna happen all in one go.
College!AU Albedo x Reader where Klee misunderstands Albedo’s relationship with a close college friend and tells her mom that they’re dating. So Reader has to fake a relationship with Albedo for a weekend, but hijinks occur and one thing leads to another. And all of a sudden the relationship doesn’t seem fake anymore...
A/N: And here is the SMUT oneshot that goes with the story “A Weekend Away”. There is a LOT in this one (alcohol consumption, fingering, slight teasing, slight undertones of Dom!Albedo, cumming inside, marking with hickies/bruises, shower stuff) so be warned. This is one of the smuttiest things I’ve written in months.
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A Weekend Away (Read this before Saturday Night for the full experience)
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You tip back the rest of your cup, not wanting to waste any. With a soft exhale, you set the cup down, grinning over to Albedo.
“Alice knows how to make a mean drink,” you tell him, half giggling. “I only had two cups and things are already spinning.”
He returns a lazy grin of his own, drinking a little more of his own cup of the boozy punch.
“It is a dangerous drink,” he acknowledges, and you know it’s because you can barely taste the alcohol that she put in it. “Maybe that’s why she left us to finish it.”
“Or maybe it’s because we’re college kids and she knows we could use a good drink,” you laugh, nudging his shoulder with your own. “What I wouldn’t have given to have had this after that midterm.”
“Polymer Chem?” he checks, and you nod emphatically. “I’ll drink to that.”
He finishes off the rest of his cup, and the two of you look to the remaining drink in the pitcher.
“I think I’m gonna be smart and call it for the night,” you admit, laying your head on his shoulder for the umpteenth time tonight. You let your eyes close for a moment and enjoy the feeling. “I’m feeling good right now. Not drunk. Just good.”
He agrees, and you go to put the pitcher in the fridge before taking his hand and guiding him toward the couch.
“You’re acting a little more bold,” he states, lifting your connected hands a little, and you laugh lightly.
“I just didn’t want to sit over here alone,” you tell him, looking up into his eyes.
You smile, gaze softening as you look over his features. Maybe you are feeling a little more bold, or maybe it’s something you’ve wanted to do for a while, but you reach up and brush some hair out of his face before cupping his cheek with your hand.
It’s an intimate gesture, and it’s not one that can easily be misunderstood.
“You really are so good looking it’s not even fair,” you tell him, and he laughs slightly, his cheeks blushing pink.
“They’re both asleep,” he says in a quieter tone. “You don’t have to pretend.”
“What if I’m not pretending anymore?” you ask him, and his eyebrows raise a little.
“You’re not?” he asks, and you shake your head, biting your bottom lip nervously.
He leans in fast and presses his lips to yours, very different from the tentative little kiss he’d done earlier in front of Alice. This one is much more direct, more meaningful.
You can’t help the way you sink into him, returning the kiss easily. He pulls away much too soon for your liking, his eyes flickering over your face to assess your expression.
“Kiss me again,” you whisper, already leaning in.
He obliges easily, lips connecting with yours as his hand slipped out to your side. His fingers clutch at you desperately, pulling you closer to him until you can’t lean any further and have to physically move closer.
His other hand comes to your hip, settling around your hipbone easily, and guides you toward his lap. You settle over him, breaking away for a gasp of air as you look down at him.
His expression is languid, a slow smile growing across his lips as his eyes take you in.
“Say something,” you breathe, sliding your hands over his shoulders before linking your fingers together behind his neck.
“What do you want me to say?” he asks, cocking his head to the side a little as his hands slid up the back of your shirt to touch your flesh. You shiver, looking down to his lips.
He doesn’t miss the action, and the next thing you know, he’s kissing you again. His lips are soft and gentle, the exact opposite of how his hands are clutching at your flesh like he can’t get enough of you.
“Say that this is getting out of hand,” you whisper, leaning your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut. “Say that we need to stop before it goes too far.”
“No,” he returns, kissing you again for just a second. “I don’t want to stop.”
You open your eyes, looking directly into his teal gaze, and he must see your hesitation. His gaze softens, and his hands turn gentle for a moment.
“This is real,” he says in a softer, more serious tone. “I’m not pretending right now. This is all real.”
You look at him, nose brushing his, and nod, letting his words wash away any fears you might’ve had that this was all just a part of the act.
“How much I want you is real,” he whispers, lifting one hand from your back to catch your chin and pull you in to a deeper kiss.
Your own hands sink into his hair, holding onto him as he takes his time tasting you and acquainting himself with the way you respond to his kisses. Any time you start to rush or try to pull away before he’s ready, his firm grip on your chin guides you back to where he wants you. It’s a subtle way of keeping the situation under control, and your stomach flutters a little.
His other hand slides down your back and settles on your ass, squeezing it slightly. When he finally breaks away, leaning his forehead to yours, you feel like your heart is racing a mile a minute and you’re in a daze.
“We should take this to the room,” you whisper, catching your breath.
He nods, and you lift yourself off of his lap, extending a hand to him. He takes it and the two of you make your way to the room, you pulling him along.
As soon as the door is closed, he’s tugging you back to him, abandoning your hand in favor of sliding his hand through your hair. He kisses you again, just as hungry as before. He walks you backwards to the wall, never breaking the kiss, until you’re pinned between him and the hard wood. His hand cushions the back of your head from the wall, and his other hand snakes around the back of your thigh, squeezing at the flesh anew. He can’t seem to stay in one place, his hands constantly moving and touching your skin.
A tiny sound leaves your throat, and you feel his smile against your lips. Your hands curl around his neck, pulling him closer, and fist in his hair and the back of his shirt.
The hand on your thigh ventures around slowly, fingertips sliding across the skin just below the edge of your shorts. He cuts up over the fabric, tracing your lower belly where the top button of your shorts sit. Skillfully, he undoes the button and the zipper, letting his fingers graze ever so gently over your underwear.
He breaks your kiss to look at you, raising his eyebrows just slightly, silently asking for permission to continue. You nod quickly, and he grins.
Instead of diving right in like you’d thought he would, his hand slides up your shirt, feeling over your side before pulling away just enough that he can lift your shirt up over your head. His hands return to their position as soon as the fabric is on the floor. He takes the time to really look you over, eyes trailing across your collarbones before lowering to look at your breasts, hidden away behind a bra that he doesn’t want in the way anymore.
“Albedo,” you whisper, and his gaze snaps to yours instantly, looking over your face with the same intent he had been the rest of you. “Please do something.”
“I am doing something,” he returns, the hand that has been sitting in your hair sliding down the side of your neck and settling there.
You whimper slightly, catching the hand on your side and pressing it to your panties once more. You’d never do something so desperate usually, but you’ve never felt such hunger before. Was this from the alcohol? Or was the alcohol just releasing what you’d been keeping back?
He grins just a little, a knowing half laugh leaving his lips as he looks down to where you’d placed his hand. His thumb grazes across the top edge of your underwear, his skin just barely touching yours.
“Please,” you beg, well past the point of trying to keep calm and collected. He’s taking everything much too slow for your liking, and you want to make that known.
“It sounds so pretty when you beg,” he whispers, leaning his forehead to your temple and letting his fingers slide over the fabric of your panties slowly. Without warning, he grips the material and pulls upward, dragging your panties up through your folds so they press to your clit. “Do it again.”
You gasp sharply, a slight whimper leaving your lips unbidden. You’d never have guessed that he had this type of side to him.
“Albedo, please,” you say, clutching at his forearm tighter as if that might make him more compliant to your wishes. “Please touch me.”
He grins, slow and sultry, pressing a kiss to your cheekbone.
“So pretty,” he exhales, his breath fanning over your skin and just adding to the heat in the room.
His hand releases the material of your panties and snakes into them, tracing his fingertips through your folds. His fingertips are soft, much softer than you want them to be right now.
You hook an arm around his neck once more, using it to keep yourself steady as your legs start to tremble.
He hums, leaning in for a deep kiss as he continued just grazing his fingertips lightly over you. You bite lightly at his lower lip, deepening the kiss as he grunts into your mouth.
He presses further into you, making sure that you’re sufficiently immobile against the wall, and then his fingers dip further into your pussy lips. You whimper out when he passes over your clit, and you feel him smile against your lips as he rubs the bundle of nerves a few times slowly.
“Oh fuck,” you breathe, clutching even tighter at his shirt. The feeling is euphoric, and it feels a million times better than anything like this ever has before.
His mouth descends down your neck, slow, languid kisses being pressed into skin on his quest downwards. Your eyes slip shut in pleasure as his mouth closes around the side of your breast, his tongue coming out slowly to lick your flesh.
He leans his forehead to your collar, eyes focusing in on the outline of his knuckles in your panties, and he sighs softly. His fingers dip lower, pressing one into you slowly, and you whine out at the prolonged torture.
He returns his attention to your breast, showering it with kisses and licks as he pumped his finger inside of you achingly slowly, spreading the slick wetness around your panties. His free hand comes up to pull the cup of your bra down, and his lips seal around your nipple as he adds a second digit.
You almost cry out from relief, instead toning it down to a soft, shuddering whimper as he teases at your nipple with his teeth. His fingers come back to your clit, rubbing circles that have you burying your face into his neck. He smells so good that it makes your mouth water.
“Please,” you whisper, feeling his attention shift to your other breast. This one gets the same slow torture as the first, and you feel like you’re on the verge of tears from frustration. “Albedo, please.”
He’s not giving you what you really want—constant stimulation that will make you cum like you’re aching to.
He looks up at you slowly, mouth still latched on the side of your breast. He releases it and kisses up the side of your neck while returning his fingers back to teasingly pumping inside you.
“You look like you’re going to cry any minute,” he says easily, nuzzling your cheek. “Are you that desperate?”
“Yes,” you answer, inhibitions fully gone.
“What if I want you to cry for me?” he asks, and you look up at him with wide eyes. You’d never expected him to be a sadist—not in the slightest. He notices your expression, smiling a little. “Maybe next time, then.”
Head still reeling as you try to process his promise of a next time, he kisses you again, and you can only follow along. His thumb has moved to your clit, rubbing slow circles as he pumped inside you. Everything is wet and slick, no resistance to his motions whatsoever.
The constant stimulation on top of how strung out you are is finally working you toward what you can tell is going to be a very strong orgasm.
A soft whine leaves your lips as you get closer, and he leans his forehead to yours.
“Be quiet, okay?” he murmurs, and you nod as you feel your end coming. He keeps pumping into you, pinning you a little more firmly as you tried to buck against him as he rubbed your clit.
You reach your crest, fingers tightening around the back of his shirt as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried your hardest not to let more than a single weak moan out. He works you through it, only slipping his hand out of your panties once the pulsing around his fingers has stopped.
He holds you up, nuzzling into your neck, and you hug him tightly, needing his support for your shaking legs.
“Can you handle more?” he asks, kissing behind your ear lightly.
You nod, lifting your head to look at him, and he smiles at you softly. His lips touch yours gingerly, a sweet kiss as you came down from your high.
When you can finally stand without fear of falling, he backs away slightly.
You take the chance to reach for his shirt, pulling it over his head as he backed up toward the bed. He stops just before he gets there, unclasping your bra so you can throw it to the floor.
You push lightly on his shoulders, making him sit down on the bed as you dropped to your knees in front of him. He grins, leaning back a little so you can undo his pants and drag them down his legs. His cock is pressing against his underwear, and you bite your lip as you palm him over the material.
He hums, eyes slipping closed as your hands explored him just as slowly as he was doing to you.
Finally, you drag his underwear down his legs, letting his cock spring free. You take in the sight of him, and he takes you in.
His hand slides over your hair, fingers raking through easily. You take a moment to steel yourself—he wasn’t the longest you’d ever had, but he certainly was the thickest. You’re not one to back down from a challenge though.
“Go ahead,” he encourages, and you lean forward, pressing a kiss to his tip that you drag down the side of his length.
He sighs at the feeling of your lips on him, grip in your hair tightening slightly. You glide your tongue up the length of him before taking his tip into your mouth.
“Fuck,” he sighs, and you love the breathy tone of his voice.
You swirl your tongue around his tip twice before taking more of him into your mouth. He groans slightly, sinking his other hand into your hair as well.
You bob up and down on his length, gradually taking more of him into your mouth. His grip on your hair doesn’t pull you to where he likes as you thought he would. Instead, it just holds on, keeping you close.
You take the full length of him down your throat, fingers digging into his thighs, and he hums in approval. You try to set a slow pace—repayment for how slow he took it with you—but it doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest. You can hear the soft grunts and heavy breaths of air coming from above you, and that spurs you on.
You continue to bob up and down, tongue licking at his length here and there as he sighs. Without warning, the grip in your hair tightens and pulls you off of him. He drags you up and presses his lips to yours hard, taking control once more.
“I need to be inside you,” he exhales when he breaks away.
“I wasn’t done,” you give him your best pout, and he grins, shaking his head.
“Yes you are,” he states, standing easily and pushing you onto the bed. Maybe it was getting to him—he was just very good at hiding it.
Your back connects with the mattress, and you exhale sharply as he drags your shorts and underwear off easily. He leans down, and your breath quickens as he presses a kiss to your upper thigh, right beside your aching pussy.
“I’ll have a taste later,” he promises, and goosebumps trail down your sides.
He kisses up your stomach and over your chest, kneeling over you. His forehead rests to yours, and his gaze has softened again.
“Please tell me you’re on birth control,” he whispers, and you nod. He exhales softly, kissing you long and slow. “Thank God. I didn’t bring any condoms.”
“As long as you’re... Safe,” you say, gesturing to your lower half with a shy blush.
“Of course,” he nods seriously. “I haven’t been with anyone in a few months.”
“Okay,” you say, nodding yourself. “I trust you.”
He kisses you deep again, kneeling down on the bed. His fingers return to your clit easily, rubbing slow circles as he positioned himself between your legs, his slender hips feeling the comfort of your thighs around them.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asks, and you have to admire how concerned he is. At the moment, you can only think about getting railed for the first time in months, and he’s worried about how you feel.
“Yes,” you answer, looping your arms around his neck. “Please.”
He rubs the head of his cock through your folds several times, spreading your slickness down his length. He kisses you as he pushes in, one fluid motion that has your breath catching in your throat. His thickness fills you up, leaves you feeling full and stretched and pleasantly buzzing.
He pulls out about halfway before pushing back in, releasing your mouth to exhale a soft moan. You sink a hand in his hair, letting your other slide down his back as you sighed softly.
His mouth trails down your neck, leaving a wake of wet kisses and soft nibbles as he set a slow pace pumping into you.
It’s still achingly slow—much slower than you’d like—but it feels so good that you can’t complain. His lips close around the side of your breast, teeth coming out to bite at your flesh.
“Ah, no marks,” you gasp into his hair, eyes squeezed shut. “No marks.”
He releases instantly, letting his tongue soothe the flesh before he lifts his mouth to yours once more.
“Sorry,” he purrs, kissing you again as his hands settled on your hips with a tight grip.
One hand slides down the back of your thigh, catching behind your knee and lifting it so he has a little more leverage. The angle changes, and you mask a soft cry into his neck, rocking your hips up to meet his with every thrust. The slow pace is starting to get to you, and you feel like your whole body is being ignited from the inside out.
He hums low, turning to kiss your calf as he lifts it ever higher. He hooks the back of your knee over the inside of his elbow, using the hand he’s just freed to knead at your breast as he leaned over you slightly.
At this point you feel like you could combust at any moment, and when he slows it down even more, your eyes roll back a little.
He leans his forehead to yours, brushing his nose along yours, and holds your gaze intently. You feel mesmerized, like you can’t look away, and moan softly when he pushes into you and stills.
There’s no movement for a solid few seconds as you stay caught in his gaze, and when he leans down and kisses you a little softer than before, your stomach flips. He doesn’t move again until he pulls away from the kiss, and when he resumes his motions they’re still slow and loving.
“Please,” you whisper, lips brushing his. “Please fuck me.”
He moans softly at your words, kissing you shortly before lowering your leg back down. He pulls out of you, and you whine weakly. You feel empty without him inside you.
“Turn over,” he says, voice soft and quiet, and you scramble to make your body work. You settle on your knees, bundling up a pillow to your chest and looking over your shoulder at him.
He has his bottom lip pulled between his teeth, looking at your ass. You give him a little wiggle, and he grins slightly. His gaze flickers to yours, and he parts your legs as he likes before bracing a hand on your lower back and sliding home.
You can’t help the involuntary moan as he sinks into you, filling you up as you bury your face into the pillows.
“Shh,” he exhales, sliding his hand up your spine before returning it to the small of your back. “Stay quiet.”
“I’m trying,” you whimper, clutching the pillow tightly.
His free hand settles on your hip, and you’re waiting for him to tease you and go slow again, but he doesn’t.
Without warning, he’s pounding into you, molding you like putty in his hands as your body trembled and threatened to give way from the sudden intensity.
“Oh!” you whine into the pillow, and you feel him drape himself over you, the hand from your back clamping over your mouth.
“Quiet,” he repeats, and you moan into his hand, the sound muffled.
His pace is brutal, his thick cock carving through you over and over again as he took a ragged breath from your neck.
“Fuck,” he exhales, fucking you hard and fast as you’re trying to keep from screaming into his hand. “God, I’m close.”
He snakes the hand from your hip around to your clit, rubbing hard and fast circles as he continues to fuck you, and you cry out, his hand muffling the sound as much as he can. He’s gone from a soft flame to a blazing inferno within moments, and your body wasn’t ready for the change.
Your release explodes through you sharply, and you feel a few tears leak from your eyes as he fucks you through it, hissing from the tight clamping of your pussy around his cock.
A few more thrusts and he groans softly, spilling himself inside you. His breathing is heavy as he rests his forehead to your back, taking in long draws of air as you tried to do the same. He uncovers your mouth, sliding his hand down your back and over your side, trying to comfort you.
When he’s finally caught his breath, he slips out of you, heading for the bathroom before returning with a towel. He cleans you gingerly, aware of how sensitive you are, before slipping into bed beside you. He pulls you to his chest, pressing his lips to the crown of your head gently.
“Holy shit,” you exhale, looking up at him, and he smiles at you easily. You feel like jello in his arms, body trembling from aftershocks.
His lips touch yours tenderly, and he looks at you, brushing some hair behind your ear.
“So...” you trail off, unsure of how to begin the talk that both of you know is going to happen.
“Not yet,” he says quietly, resting his forehead to yours. “I don’t want to be done yet.”
“What... What does that mean?” you whisper, and he slides his hand along your cheek, running his thumb over your bottom lip.
“I want more of you,” he hums, teal irises watching your face. “I want to touch you more. Kiss you more. Be inside you more.”
“Today?” you breathe.
“Let’s start with today and work our way toward always,” he says, and your heart flutters. “Come on, let’s go shower.”
“I already showered today,” you tell him, blushing. “And I don’t know if I can stand.”
“Are you turning me down?” he asks, and you giggle slightly.
“No,” you answer.
“Then let’s shower,” he says, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before rising and helping you up. You make your way to the bathroom on shaking legs, watching him turn the water on to heat up, and look at yourself in the mirror.
There’s only one mark—a budding bruise on your breast that you should be able to cover easily. Your hips don’t show any signs of bruising, and you don’t have love bites all over your flesh. How is it that you feel like you’ve been marked up without any visible spots?
“Come on,” he calls, and you make your way into the shower with him, reveling in the hot water that’s hitting you. It soothes your skin, running down your flesh and easing out the tightness from your muscles.
He draws you into a slow kiss under the spray of water. He takes the time to wash your hair for you, working out tangles with the conditioner, and you sigh. How nice is it to have a guy that pampers you after a night like this?
He pulls you back against him, fingertips finding your pussy lips as his mouth landed on your shoulder. His cock is half hard again, pressing against your ass, and you let your head fall back to his shoulder as his mouth works it’s way up the side of your neck.
“Albedo,” you breathe, actually surprised at the fact that he’s ready for more already.
He rubs at your clit slowly, listening to your soft whines and whimpers as he adjusts his pace. His lips are just behind your ear, tickling you with his soft exhales.
“Will you let me taste your pretty pussy?” he asks, voice low and quiet. He nips lightly at your earlobe, and a round of goosebumps trail down your skin. “Hm?”
“Yes,” you breathe, feeling his lips part into a grin against you. Hearing him talk like that did something to your brain that you couldn’t fully comprehend.
He turns you to face him, cupping your cheeks and kissing you hungrily.
“Um,” you whisper, breaking away. “Is there... Is there anything you want me to do? Like... Anything you like but don’t want to bring it up because this is the first time we’re doing this?”
“I don’t mind marks,” he offers, rubbing his nose along yours. “I actually really like them.”
“Like... Hickeys?” you ask, and he nods.
“Scratches, bruises, love bites,” he lists. “However you want to mark me up. The more visible, the better.”
“Oh,” you exhale, biting your bottom lip. “But what about Alice and Klee?”
“I suppose this time around I could handle some that are a little less visible,” he murmurs. “Only if you promise to make them good.”
You blush a little, unused to him teasing you like this. He gives you a slight smirk and turns the water off, pushing the shower curtain back before gathering his towel and yours.
You dry off slowly, watching to see what he’s going to do next.
When he decides that you’ve dried yourself enough, he scoops you into his arms bridal style and carries you back to the room, setting you lightly on the bed.
Before you can even think of anything to say or even do, his lips are on yours, kissing you deep. He maneuvers himself once more between your thighs, doing it so easily you wonder if you should be worried.
You forgo worry when his lips trip over your jaw, venturing down your throat and to your breast. His hands continue downward, sliding over your thighs and squeezing at the meat of them.
He only spends a very brief time feathering kisses and licks over your breast, instead deciding to venture lower.
You squirm slightly when you feel the warmth of his breath against your inner thighs, and you hear him let out a tiny chuckle.
“You can’t tell me you’re about to be shy now, after I’ve already been inside you,” he says, kissing your thigh as he looks up at you.
“It’s just been awhile,” you mutter lamely, blushing.
“Then I’ll be sure to make it extra worthwhile,” he breathes, licking his lips.
He presses forward, nuzzling into your slit before his tongue ventures out to slip between your lips. You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand to mask the sound, and you feel his smile against you.
“You’re bad at being quiet,” he murmurs, pulling away to look up at you.
“Sorry, it feels good!” you huff back, and he grins.
His hands come to your hips, holding you in place with a firm grip as he resumes his ministrations. His tongue moves languidly, diving through your lips in slow, methodical motions. He passes over your clit and you whimper slightly, watching the way his gaze lifts up to you at the sound. He does it again, and you strain against his grip slightly, the direct stimulation being a lot to take in while you’re trying to be silent.
One hand moves from your hip, his thumb sliding down the lip of your pussy and spreading you open just a little. He hums, settling in a little more comfortably and licking at you rhythmically.
You still have one hand covering your mouth in case any sounds escape you, and your other hand sinks into his hair as your eyes flutter shut in bliss. The cold water from his hair is a stark contrast to the heat from your middle.
He laps at you, sliding his hand down and sinking one finger into your entrance slowly. You exhale a shaking breath, hips rocking up against him without your consent.
He smiles, pulling his face away slowly. You peek down at him, only to find him reaching for the hand that’s covering your mouth. He pulls it away, guiding down to your pussy.
“Hold yourself open for me,” he purrs, and you swear you can feel your heartbeat just inches away from his mouth.
He pumps his finger in you slowly, waiting for you to do as he’s asked. You slip your fingers between your lips, feeling the wetness of his spit and your own arousal. You spread yourself open, taking a shaking inhale as his teal gaze hones in on your pussy.
He hums appreciatively, diving back in. It’s an even more intense sensation as his tongue passes over your clit, circling it as he fingered you.
A low, guttural sound hits the back of your throat, and you have to focus on not moaning aloud.
“Shh,” he hums, though he doesn’t stop any of his movements that are making you feel like this.
Your grip on his hair tightens as you feel yourself getting wetter, and you bite your bottom lip as he moans into you.
“Albedo, God,” you whine softly, breath short from how arousing this is.
He grins again, and the soft little licks he’d been giving you turn to heavy, full drags of his tongue through your pussy. He stops at your clit, sucking it lightly before releasing it and repeating the long motion.
Your vision goes hazy, and you clutch at him as your thighs begin to shake. He notices this and hones in on your clit, stroking you from the inside as you feel your end coming.
“Oh fuck,” you whisper, breathing short as he pushed you closer to the edge. There’s a wet, tacky sound as he laps at you, and you cum to the sound of it, clutching at him tightly as you tried your hardest not to scream aloud.
He feels the pulse of you around his finger and drags it out, replacing his finger with his mouth as he collects all of your arousal on his tongue.
You try to catch your breath as he makes his way up to you, hovering over you with a soft smile. He grabs your chin, coaxing your mouth open.
He leans in like he’s going to kiss you, only to open his mouth and let the mixture of your cum and arousal and his saliva drip down his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widen from such a lewd act, and he just grins as he kisses you, dragging his tongue across yours to further spread the wetness.
Your head is spinning as he kisses you, and you can’t tell if it’s from lack of oxygen or if it’s just him in general. He pulls away and you steal a breath of air before he’s back on you, kissing you deeply.
The taste of yourself on him makes you moan against him, and when he pulls away and rests his forehead to yours, you can only look at him in awe. You’ve never seen anyone more attractive than him at this moment.
“Was that worthwhile?” he asks, and you nod breathlessly. “Good.”
He gives you one more little kiss before he’s moving away, and you’re looking at him in confusion.
“Wait,” you call as he sits back, and he looks at you. “Don’t go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says with a small laugh. “Just getting more comfortable.”
You sit up yourself, looking at him and then his cock, fully hard once more. He strokes it slowly, eyes holding yours.
“Why don’t you come sit down?” he asks, leaning back against the headboard and spreading his legs a little so you understand exactly where he wants you to sit.
You swallow, moving toward him with a blush on your cheeks. His hands fall to your thighs, guiding you closer as you settle yourself over him.
He exhales softly as his hands slide up to cup your ass, giving a soft squeeze before he’s leaning in for a kiss. He lifts you up, one hand moving to align himself at your entrance, and he lets you sink down onto him.
He moans against your mouth, and you rest your forehead against his as the feeling of him inside you overwhelms your senses. How is it that he feels like he’s going to split you open if you so much as move—but all you want to do is move, to feel the drag of him inside you?
You curl your hands around his neck, sliding your fingertips through the hair at the nape of his neck. He lets you take control of the kiss as you begin to bounce on him slightly, his hands resting on your hips once more. It’s just tiny motions, barely letting any of his cock leave you before returning it back to its place.
When you break away to kiss down his jaw, he exhales heavily, tilting his head back against the wall. Your lips land on the side of his neck and he groans softly, squeezing at your hips.
You remember his comment about liking marks and suck gently at his neck, pulling away to leave a light red mark.
“You can do more than that,” he murmurs into your ear, kissing just below it. “A little harder.”
You feel a small smile cross your lips—he actually wanted to be marked up, and by you no less. Surely people would see. He didn’t want to hide this, not that he would be able to.
You move a little lower and bite down a little harder, sucking a bit more aggressively. He gasps softly, and you swear you feel the twitch of his cock inside you as you sink onto him a little harder.
His hands take the initiative and help to lift you up and slam you back down onto him, giving you one less thing to think about so you can focus on his neck.
You line deep purple marks across his collarbone and partway up his neck, listening to his little gasps and groans as you do so. Before you get the chance to move to his other side, he’s pulling you in for a kiss.
When you’re not focused on leaving love bites on him, you can actually pay attention to the drag of him inside you and the wonderful feeling of being filled to the brim. His exhales are getting a little more ragged, and you know he’s enjoying this much more than you thought he would.
One of his hands slips to the bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing small circles that make you whimper against his lips.
You kiss him one more time before moving to leave more red marks across his other collar as he kept lifting you and pulling you back onto his cock. His force is brutal, getting desperate with the need for release.
“I want to cum inside you,” he breathes, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Then cum,” you whisper, feeling his attention on your clit bringing you close to your own end.
You sink your teeth into the side of his neck one final time, leaving the darkest mark yet. It helps you to stifle the cry when you cum, and his grip on your hips tightens as you feel him pulse inside you, shooting ropes of cum into you. He lets out a shuddering breath as he cums, doing his own part to stay quiet.
You release the skin of his neck and bury your face in the freshly marked skin, and he nuzzles into you, both of you coming down at the same time. He feels the tremble to your thighs and rubs at them gently, letting his breathing steady.
When he finally pulls away and looks at you, he’s starstruck.
You smile at him shyly, accepting his tiny kiss before he tilts the two of you to your sides. You can feel his cum starting to leak out of you, but you can’t make yourself care enough to get up.
He nuzzles into you easily, burying his face in your chest.
“Good night,” he mumbles, and you laugh softly, pulling the blanket over the two of you.
“Good night,” you return, kissing the top of his head lightly.
“Wait,” he grumbles. “Go pee.”
“I don’t have to pee,” you return, and he groans tiredly, lifting his head to look at you.
“Try,” he commands. “You’re supposed to pee after having sex.”
“But I’m so cozy,” you try, snuggling closer to him.
You can’t lie though—you like that he cared enough about you to remind you of the things like that. It meant that you were more than just some sex to let out pent up sexual tension.
“Come on,” he grumbles. “So you can get back here and cuddle already.”
You huff and do as he’s said, taking the time to clean yourself up a little before returning. He looks up at you sleepily, lifting his arms for you to crawl back into.
You do exactly that, feeling more comfortable with him than anyone else you’ve ever slept with.
You aren’t sure how the morning will turn out, but for now, you’ve had one of the best nights of your life.
A/N: This is a LONG ONE. I’m so excited to finally finish it, though. I will warn of some mature themes kinda sprinkled throughout this (such as alcohol consumption) but there aren’t any major warnings. Now, the oneshot that goes with it.....
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Word Count: 9994
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“You know how Klee is... Very close to me?” the blonde hums, looking up to you as he pauses rinsing the safranin stain off of his microscope slide.
“Yeah, you said she’s like your little sister, right?” you return, placing your own microscope slide in place before working to adjust its focus.
“Well...” he sighs, pausing for a moment, finishing off his stain before moving to do similar as you are. “I went to visit her this past weekend. She... Asked a lot of questions.”
“What about?” you return absently, finally getting your image into focus.
“Ah...” Albedo seems to be skirting around the topic a lot more than usual, and when you look up at him, you almost think you see a blush on his cheeks. “That Polaroid that you took at the spring festival—I have it in my wallet.”
“Oh no,” you exhale, already seeing where he’s going with this. “She asked you if you had a girlfriend.”
“Not... She didn’t exactly ask,” he says frankly, sketching out what he sees in his microscope field of view. “More like she assumed. And then she started asking about how long I’ve known you, and when she’d get to meet you, and a whole host of other things.”
“I feel like this isn’t the worst of it,” you murmur, beginning on your own sketch.
“Her mom, Alice, have I told you about her?” he asks, and you hum thoughtfully.
“I don’t think so,” you finally say, and he gives a short laugh.
“Well, long story short, she’s a family friend and almost like a mom to me,” he explains. “And Klee told her about you, and now she thinks we’re dating and wants to meet you.”
“Did you try to explain...?” you wince.
There was nothing against Albedo. In fact, you’d imagined being with him on more than one occasion in the three years you’d known him. But he didn’t seem like the type to have any interest in you at all, and you were fine with that. He was a great friend, and college was all the more enjoyable with him around.
“I tried telling Klee that we weren’t dating,” he says with a soft sigh. “But she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the idea that I’d have a picture with someone I wasn’t dating. And Alice was so set on planning what she would do when she met you that I don’t think she was even listening to me.”
“So...” you draw out the word, looking up to meet his teal irises across the lab bench. “What do you need me to do?”
“For now, nothing,” he says, seemingly relieved that you were willing to go along with it. “I’m going to try to explain things to Alice. But if things don’t work out... Would you...”
“Pretend to be your girlfriend?” you ask with a half laugh, and he blushes again.
“If it’s needed?” he exhales, setting down his pencil after having drawn his slide contents.
“I suppose,” you agree, smiling to yourself. “Do you want me to be really shitty? Like the kind that as soon as I’m out of the room, Alice is telling you to break up with me on the spot? Or just like, be really distant? That way the next time you talk to her you can say that we drifted apart and you aren’t with me anymore? What am I working with?”
He stares at you for a moment, and you feel a redness creeping to your cheeks.
“Have you imagined having to fake being someone’s girlfriend before?” he asks, eyebrow raised.
“Mm, no,” you return, finishing your own drawing. “I’m just really paranoid. If I’m gonna lie, I need to know all the details and have my story planned out to the T. No improv here.”
“Like I said, I don’t even know if it’s needed yet,” he states, beginning to put away his things as you do the same.
“Well, if you need me, I’m here,” you tell him. “What kind of VP would I be if I didn’t help out when I’m needed?”
“Being my Vice President in our club doesn’t translate to doing whatever I ask you outside of club, you know,” he says, collecting his things.
“Yeah, I know,” you shrug. “But what kind of friend would I be if I left you high and dry, either?”
He smiles a little, and the two of you leave your lab together.
“Oh, Sucrose texted while we were in there,” you say, looking at your group chat. “She wants to know if she needs to bring the minutes from last week to this week’s meeting?”
“No,” he returns. “But Timeaus does need to bring the receipt book. We have some members who wanted to buy a shirt this week.”
“I’ll let them know,” you murmur, texting the message out and sending it. The two of you come to the end of the building, where you are to head your separate ways for the day. “See you tomorrow!”
“Bye,” he nods, giving you a wave as you head back to your dorms and he ventures for his next class.
~
“So, how did the talk with Alice go?” you ask, digging into your lunch as Albedo takes a drink of water.
“Not good,” he admits with a sigh. “It’s looking like we might have to fake it after all.”
“Oh?” you hum, waiting for him to explain more.
“She actually called me before I got the chance to call her,” he says rubbing his forehead. “She invited me and ‘my friend’ to visit. She’s renting a little lake house for the weekend and said we could enjoy a break before the semester gets too awful.”
“A lake house?” your eyebrows raise as he starts to eat.
“She’s always been a little... Over-the-top,” he says with a reluctant smile. “She’s probably going to say she wanted to plan a camping trip, because out in the wild is where you can really get to know someone.”
“What?” you laugh, but his serious expression tells you he’s not joking. “That’s... Different.”
“It’s in two weeks,” he says, running a hand through his hair.
“Well, I guess that gives us two weeks to make our cover story,” you say, already thinking of what this will be like.
~
“Why aren’t we just telling her the truth again?” you ask as you pack a suitcase into the back of Albedo’s car. He helps you to push the heavy object into place, setting his own on top of it afterwards.
“At this point, it’s been so long since the whole thing started that I don’t think she’d believe me if I said it weren’t true,” he says frankly, closing his trunk and looking over at you.
You hum, nodding. He walks over to the passenger side and opens the door for you, and you look at him quizzically.
“Starting already?” you tease, watching his eye roll and subsequent look away.
“Be quiet,” he grumbles, closing the door after you, and you watch him walk around to the driver’s side.
When he opens the door and sits down, you grin. “I’m just saying, I’ve never had a guy open my door for me. We’re not even real and you’ve beat all the other guys already.”
“That’s because you have shitty taste in men,” he returns, checking over things one more time before heading off.
“Rude, but fair,” you murmur, scrolling through your phone. “So, gimme the rundown one more time.”
“It’ll be just us, Alice, and Klee,” he lists, eyes on the road. “All Alice has mentioned so far is making a bonfire Saturday night. Anything else is up in the air.”
“And our cover is that we knew each other through club, and then we started dating,” you check, and he nods. “So how long have we been together?”
“How long have we been in club together?” he asks in return. “Three years?”
“Mm...” you hum thoughtfully. “Maybe we could’ve known each other that long. But dating for three years without them finding out isn’t believable.”
“Okay... How about a few months then?” he tries, and you shrug. “Maybe six months?”
“When is our anniversary?” you ask with a grin, and he looks over to you as he stops at a light.
“We don’t have to get that far into it,” he says, and you laugh at that.
“Oh, young padawan, you have so much to learn about the female intellect,” you sigh. “If Alice is like any other doting mom, she’s gonna ask everything.”
He blushes a little, continuing on the drive.
“And whatever she doesn’t ask, Klee will,” you tell him. “So if we’re gonna make this work, it’s gotta be rock solid.”
He groans slightly, running a hand through his hair, and you can’t help but smile.
“October third,” you suggest, and he looks over briefly. “That can be our anniversary. October third.”
“Why then?” he frowns, and you roll your eyes.
“That’s the day we went to the Renaissance festival with club. We can say that while we were there, we decided to get together,” you explain. “That gives us an actual, legit alibi. I’d believe if someone told me that.”
“Okay...” he says thoughtfully. “I guess if we’re getting this deep into it, we should know each other’s favorite things?”
“Way ahead of you,” you say, finding the note on your phone that you’d made with a list of the most common things you could think of. “Candy?”
“Candy?” he asks, confused.
“What’s your favorite candy? Mine is Reese’s,” you explain.
“Um, I don’t really eat candy,” he says after a moment.
“Fine, how about your favorite snack instead?” you ask, and he lists something for you.
The two of you go back and forth for a while discussing things, and eventually you make it through your list.
You look over at him and he looks like he’s gotten in a lot deeper than he’s planned to. You can’t help but reach over and pat his shoulder, and when he looks at you, you smile.
“We got this. Don’t worry.”
~
After a nearly three hour drive, you stretch out your limbs as you look at the lake house before you.
“This is way more in the boonies than I was expecting,” you admit, looking over at him as he stretched similarly.
“Me too,” he shrugs, coming around to the passenger side. “I guess we should take stuff inside first.”
“Yeah,” you nod, venturing with him to the trunk to collect your things. By the time you make it to the front door, a woman is greeting the two of you.
“Hello there!” she calls, and you return her greeting. “You must be Y/N. I’m Alice.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” you smile, shaking her hand.
“Albedo!” a small voice cries, and you watch as a blonde child rushes out to hug him.
“Hi, Klee,” he says, accepting her hug before returning Alice’s hug.
“I’m Klee! This is my mom,” Klee says, looking at you and gesturing to her mother. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Y/N,” you say, extending a hand to her. She shakes it enthusiastically, and then you’re being ushered inside.
Alice shows you the layout of the lake house. In it, there’s two rooms, on opposite sides of the house, and you catch the wink that she shoots Albedo and find yourself blushing. There’s also a decent kitchen and living room area, and a massive patio. Just a short walk from the patio is an edge of the lake, and you find a few kayaks and paddle boards tucked away in a small shed.
“I thought we could try kayaking tomorrow,” Alice says once you’re settled comfortably in the living room.
“That sounds good,” Albedo nods, sitting down beside you. “Y/N also brought an experiment to try out. I told her how much you like them, Klee.”
“An experiment?” Klee perks up instantly. “What kind? Can I help?”
“We brought it just for you,” you tell her, and her eyes widen. “Of course you can help.”
“Albedo and I have made lots of fun stuff!” she says quickly. “We even made firecrackers!”
“Fire...crackers?” you breathe, looking over at Albedo, and he just shrugs slightly.
Alice laughs, and you look back to her.
“It’s all in good fun,” she remarks. “We’re a very explorative family. If she likes making things explode, then more power to her.”
“Oh,” you whisper, thinking to the child-friendly experiment you’d planned for Klee. It would seem boring in comparison to making actual firecrackers though. “Well, the experiment we brought is a little less...” You wave your hands in the air, looking for a word.
“Any experiment is fun,” Klee says happily. “One time, Albedo showed me how to put food coloring in milk and then put soap on it. And the colors moved around! It was so cool!”
“We have a uh... Wide range,” Albedo says with a light laugh. “Just depends on what we feel like doing.”
“Uh huh,” you hum, listening to Albedo and Alice catch up some.
Soon, the long drive after a full day of classes catches up with you, and you find yourself yawning tiredly. Without thinking much, your head drops down onto Albedo’s shoulder, and you listen to them talk more.
“If you’re tired, you could go to bed,” you hear Albedo say, and you look up suddenly, realizing you were just about to doze off.
“We should all call it a night,” Alice says knowingly. “I’m sure you’re both tired, and Klee is asleep at the wheel.” She pats her daughter’s head, who is just barely staying awake.
“No, if you want to stay up—“
“Hush,” Alice murmurs, shaking her head. “We’ve got all of tomorrow and Saturday, as well as Sunday morning. Get some rest now.”
With that, she heads over to the room on the side by the kitchen, Klee following behind her. Albedo looks down at you, still sitting beside him.
“Well, I guess there’s no arguing,” he says lightly, and you get up and follow him to the room on the opposite side of the house from Alice’s.
The two of you pause in the room, looking at the single bed that looks just big enough for the two of you.
“Hm,” you murmur sleepily. “Didn’t even think about sleeping arrangements.”
“Well...” he exhales, and you can tell he’s trying to think of something without being downright obvious to Alice in the morning.
“It’s no big deal,” you say, smiling at him. “But I am a cuddler once I’m asleep, so there’s that.”
He gives a short laugh, turning down the covers as you grab some sleeping clothes and change in the attached bathroom. When you return, he looks at you, eyes serious.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks quietly. “I know you agreed to pretend, but you didn’t agree to this.”
“I’m fine. It’ll be fine, Albedo,” you say gently, nodding at him. “It’s just a bed.”
He exhales and nods, venturing into the bathroom to change as you climb into the bed. When he returns, you turn on your side to face him as he lays down. You stare at one another for a moment, his teal irises looking over your face.
“I really am grateful that you came here with me,” he says after a moment.
You smile at him, letting your eyes slip closed. “You’re welcome.”
~
You wake to the smell of breakfast sausage cooking, and you hum happily. A quiet yawn in return has you lifting your head, and you look to assess the damage.
The two of you are curled in a lover’s embrace, with your face tucked into Albedo’s neck and his arms around your back. Your legs are tangled together, and you notice that his steady breathing is actually very soothing.
“Morning,” you say, without thinking too much of it. You did tell him you were a cuddler, after all. It seems he was, too.
“Good morning,” he returns, voice still hazy with sleep—it doesn’t seem like he’s fully woken up yet.
You just tuck back in, enjoying the quiet lull from his chest rising and falling. It’s nice, and it’s what you always imagined it would feel like when you thought of those one in a million chances where you actually did wind up with him.
“We should get up,” he murmurs in a slightly more awake voice, and he even lifts his arm away from you to look down at you.
“Yeah,” you yawn, sitting up and wiping your eyes.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, and you look over at him, confused. He gestures to the space between the two of you, where you had just been.
“Don’t be,” you tell him, smiling easily. “I told you I was a cuddler. And besides, you’re very cozy.”
You see the slightest blush cross his cheeks, and you smile even more. You get up and head for the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair and get dressed, and when you walk back into the room, Albedo is dressed.
He heads into the bathroom after you, returning after brushing his teeth. His hair is still a wild mess as you head out to the living room, and you decide that you’ll help him fix it after breakfast.
“Good morning,” Alice calls as you both emerge, and you return her greeting. You make your way to her.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” you offer, looking at the eggs she has set out as well as the pancake batter that’s mixed and waiting to be poured.
“Oh, I’ve got it, dear,” she smiles at you. “There’s coffee or milk if you’re thirsty though.”
You get a drink of your liking and move to sit on the edge of the recliner that Albedo has settled in. He looks up at you, and you just wink before pulling out your phone.
It’s something you would do if you were truly in a relationship—you’d sit somewhere uncomfortable just to be by your person. You scroll through social media for a bit before you hear a door open and little feet rushing toward you.
Klee throws herself at Albedo, hugging him while looking up with big pleading eyes.
“Can we do our science experiment now?” she asks, and you have to smile. Childish impatience could be cute sometimes.
“How about this afternoon?” Albedo offers, hoisting her up to the other side of the recliner. “After lunch.”
“That’s so far away!” she protests, giving a truly spectacular pout.
“You have to wait,” he tells her, and she huffs. “I promise we’ll do it later today.”
She pouts for all of about three minutes before starting to talk to him about something else. Soon, Alice calls the three of you over for breakfast, and on your way to the table, Albedo glides his hand along your lower back. You almost pause, wondering what prompted him to show the tiny affection to you. But you see Alice bringing over the breakfast, and you guess that must be why—he was really trying to sell it.
“I was thinking we could go for a hike,” Alice says when everyone is eating. “There are a few trails in the area.”
“That sounds good,” you agree, and Albedo nods while Klee reminds her mother that she has an experiment to do after lunch.
“We’ll be back in time for lunch,” Alice tells her. “And after the experiment, we could do some kayaking? Or just a swim in the lake?”
“Either works,” Albedo agrees, and it’s your turn to nod.
“Great! We’ve got a busy day planned!”
~
As you’re hiking the trail with the three blondes, you notice that your shoe has come untied. You stoop down to tie it, looking around to see if there are any interesting flowers. You and Klee have been going back and forth, picking ones that you like and giving them to each other.
You see Albedo’s shoes and look up to see that he’s stopped and is waiting for you. He extends a hand to you to help you up, and you gratefully use it to stand.
Only... He doesn’t let go. Another way of selling the relationship, or something else? Surely it wouldn’t be something else, right?
You catch up to Klee and Alice, and when Klee notices your interlocked hands, she rushes over to Albedo’s other side and takes his free hand. The rest of the hike continues like this, with Alice talking about different plants and animals that could be nearby, and yourself and Albedo adding in things here and there.
By the time you make it back to the lake house, your stomach is rumbling for lunch. Being a college student meant you didn’t get out and exercise a ton in the mornings like you had on your hike.
After some quick and easy sandwiches for lunch, Klee is begging to do her science experiment. You help Albedo gather the necessary materials that the two of you had packed and head outside.
“All right,” you say, setting out your materials. Klee looks up, eyes glimmering. “We’re going to make what’s called elephant toothpaste. Why do you think they call it that?”
“Um...” she looks at the ingredients. “But we don’t have any elephants around.”
You laugh as Albedo shakes his head and grins.
“Well, maybe you’ll know the answer after,” you offer, and she nods. “Okay, first things first is...”
“Safety first!” she cries, hopping up and down excitedly as you put your extra pair of lab goggles on her head.
“And here’s your lab coat,” Albedo says, draping his own from lab over her shoulders. “What’s next?”
“First, we’ve got to come up with a hypothesis,” you say, and Klee looks confused. “What do you think is gonna happen when we mix all this together?”
“Um... It’s gonna explode!” she guesses, and you laugh.
“Okay, so, our hypothesis is that if we mix these ingredients, then the resulting mixture will explode,” you say, and she nods.
“What now?” she says, bouncing excitedly.
“Next, we have to mix these up,” you gesture to the necessary materials. “Klee, can you do that while I mix these?”
“Yeah!” she chimes, and Albedo helps her with one part while you work on the other.
“Okay, are you ready?” you ask, and she nods. “Do we have any observations to make?”
“Um... What’s an observation?” she asks.
“It’s something that you see during the experiment,” Albedo explains. “One observation would be that the water turned red when we added the dye.”
“Oh! And it’s bubbly!” Klee says, and you nod.
“Good observations,” you tell her. “Now we get to mix these two mixtures together.”
“And then it’s gonna explode?” she asks, and you shrug.
“I don’t know,” you tell her. “We think it might explode, but our hypothesis might be wrong.”
“Okay,” she says, nodding.
“Ready?” you ask her. “Once we mix it, it’s gonna be a fast reaction.”
“I’m ready!” she cries, and you have her help you dump the contents of your bowl into the bucket she’d mixed hers in.
“Okay, now back up fast!” you say, and all of you move as foam shoots out of the bucket.
“Woah!” she squeals, cheering. “It’s so big!”
You wait a moment, and sure enough you see the second her brain makes the connection.
“It’s elephant toothpaste because it’s big like an elephant and it looks like toothpaste!” she gasps, and you grin at her.
“Exactly,” Albedo nods, and she watches the reaction in awe.
“So, was our hypothesis right?” you ask her, and she shakes her head. “No, it didn’t explode. But that’s okay! Now we know for next time.”
“Can we do it again? With different colors?” she asks, looking from you to Albedo pleadingly.
“It’s a good thing we brought extra,” Albedo remarks, and you grin as the three of you get ready to do the experiment again.
After making the elephant toothpaste three times and playing in the foam, the three of you head inside to clean up. Klee goes to take a bath and you and Albedo head for your room.
“I think she liked it,” you say hopefully. “She did, right?”
“Of course she did,” Albedo agrees, looking at you.
“Are you sure? I was nervous she wouldn’t like it,” you admit, biting your bottom lip and smiling at him weakly.
“Why were you nervous?” he asks, frowning.
“Well, it’s just that when she talked about making firecrackers, I thought I might’ve picked something too childish,” you say with a slight shrug.
“She likes fire,” Albedo explains. “She always has. So one day she asked about it so I learned how to show her. I probably shouldn’t have, considering how young she is. But I figured if anyone was responsible enough to keep her safe, it was me.”
“Yeah,” you nod, looking to the ground between the two of you. “I’m glad it worked out today.”
“Then why do you look so sad?” he asks, tilting your chin up with a finger so you look at him.
He’s not around Alice or Klee, so why would he do something like that? He doesn’t have to pretend while you’re behind closed doors.
“I just really like her. She’s really sweet,” you explain, holding his gaze. “I want her to like me and I’m just worried that she won’t.”
“She does already,” he says, shaking his head. He taps your chin once with his finger before pulling you into a hug. “Don’t worry. Klee loves everyone. And Alice would’ve said something by now if she didn’t like you.”
“Are you sure?” you ask, and he pulls away to give you a look.
“Am I sure that I know the woman who is basically my mother and the little girl who is basically my little sister?” he asks, and you smile a little.
When he put it that way, it was a little silly to doubt him.
He pushes some hair out of your face, then rests his hands on your shoulders.
“Don’t worry. We’re doing great,” he says, and you take in his words.
“Okay,” you exhale, giving him a quick hug. “Thank you.”
A knock on the door startles you.
“We’re going to go swim in the lake,” Alice calls through the door. “If you want to join us, feel free.”
“We’ll be there in a bit,” Albedo calls, realizing that neither of you have even cleaned up from playing in the foam. “We have to get changed.”
“Don’t take too long,” Alice returns, and you can hear the teasing tone in her voice.
You hear her walk away and then hear the back door open and close, and you take a beat to compose yourself.
“I’ll get ready in the bathroom,” you offer, moving to your bag to collect your swimsuit. “You can get ready out here. I’ll knock before I come out.”
“Okay,” he agrees, watching you go into the bathroom and close the door.
You get changed into a swimsuit easily, then look at your hair for a moment. You didn’t want to deal with a mess if you left it down, so you decide you should put it up. A tap comes to the bathroom, and you jump.
“Yeah?” you call.
“You’re free to come out whenever you’re ready,” Albedo announces, and you open the door to look at him.
He blinks, gaze flickering over your form for a split second before he looks away. You realize he may not have been mentally prepared to see you like this.
“Sorry,” he clears his throat as his cheeks begin to flush. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be done so soon.”
“It’s fine,” you say, laughing a little. “I mean, it would be weirder if you didn’t look. We are dating, you know.”
You wink at him to ease some of the awkwardness, and then you gather up your hair.
“Do you think you could braid my hair before we go out?” you ask, and he blushes again.
“You want me to do your hair,” he says as a statement, but it sounds a little like a question.
“Only if you want to,” you tell him. “I just thought that you’re probably better at braiding than I am.”
“Um... Sure,” he nods, and you smile at him. “Where do you want to sit?”
“Uh...” you move past him and sit down on the bed, so he can stand over you and do your hair without craning his arms up. “Here.”
“Okay,” he murmurs. “What did you want me to do?”
He runs his fingers through your hair gently, and you shiver at the feeling. God, it was so nice to have someone touch your hair.
“Um, if you could just do two braids,” you explain, and you feel him start parting your hair.
You sit, happy and content as he works his fingers through your hair, easily braiding one side and tying it off. His hands are gentle but precise, and he doesn’t have to double back to fix any areas like you often do. You almost wish he could keep going as he finishes the second side.
“There,” he says, and you turn to look up at him.
“Thank you,” you say, giving him a smile of thanks that makes him blush slightly.
What is with him and all of this blushing lately? Is it the swimsuit? Is he nervous being alone with you?
“We should probably get outside before Alice starts thinking something’s going on,” he says, and you nod.
The two of you venture outside, seeing Klee and Alice in a kayak.
“Albedo!” Klee calls, waving to him. “Come on!”
“Have you ever kayaked before?” he asks as you walk to the edge of the water.
“Not once,” you return, looking over to the other kayak in the small shed.
Albedo collects the kayak and paddles, bringing them to the edge of the lake.
“Me either,” he admits.
“I guess we’ll see how good we are,” you murmur, helping him push it into the water.
He holds up a hand to you so you can steady yourself as you climb in, and you smile at him gratefully. He pushes it out a little further before climbing in himself, and Alice and Klee paddle over to you.
The kayak wobbles a little as he gets settled, but luckily you both stay afloat.
“Okay...” he hums, passing you a paddle.
“You want to paddle in unison,” Alice explains, and you both look up at her. “If you need to talk it out to set the pace in the beginning, that’s the easiest.”
She explains a few more things, like how to turn easily, and then paddles away so you and Abedo can try.
“Okay, right first,” you say, dipping the paddle into the water. “And... Go.”
You feel the whoosh of water and lift the paddle to do the same on the other side.
“Left. Go,” you say, noticing the slightly wobbly forward movement. “Okay. Right, go.”
You call out sides until you feel like the two of you have a decent pace, and then you try without directions for a moment. Almost immediately, the movement gets a lot choppier.
“Okay, not yet,” Albedo says easily, and you look back at him. “Let’s turn around and try again.”
You turn and head back toward the shore, calling out sides once more until you really feel the rhythm.
“There you go,” Alice calls. “Now you’re getting it!”
You grin, having fun paddling around the lake. Eventually, Alice leads you a little ways down the lake, pointing out parts of the trail you’d hiked earlier along the bank.
By the time you return back to the shore, your arms are sore from paddling.
“Albedo, will you kayak with me?” Klee asks, and he looks to you questioningly.
“Feel free,” you say, setting the paddle down. “Just let me pop out and you can get her in my spot.”
You do just that, with Alice putting up her kayak before returning to make sure the two of them are settled. You stretch out on the grass just by the shore, watching the two of them paddle in circles on the water. Alice comes to sit down beside you, and you prepare yourself for the questions.
Honestly, you’re surprised you made it this long without being bombarded. But you’ve prepared for this.
She starts off small, asking about your major and how you met Albedo. You explain, even telling her some about your club—how Albedo is the president and you’re his VP, and how the other officers are close friends and how there are new members joining every week.
She smiles off at him in the distance for a moment before digging a little deeper. How the relationship was going, did you see a future with him, had the two of you talked about any long term plans yet?
You try to come up with the most logical lies possible, explaining that you were both taking things slow and didn’t have plans until after college at the very earliest. She nods, looking you over for a moment before smiling.
“I can tell that you make him happy,” she says after a moment, and it brings a smile to your lips. “Even if you did just lie outright to my face.”
“What?” you whisper, face paling. Had she seen through it all? Of course, she was like a mother to him, surely she would know...
“Albedo doesn’t know how to do a single thing slowly,” she states, giving you a knowing look. “He’s always going. Always doing something. Always looking forwards. That’s the scientist in him.”
You smile to yourself, realizing she’s right. In lab, he was always finishing early so he could go complete something else. In club, he was always thinking about the next event. In lecture, he was always preparing for the next test.
“But if you’re not ready to share plans for the future yet, I won’t pry,” she says easily. “He’s an adult, and a smart one at that. I have no doubt he’ll make the choices he thinks are right.”
“Yeah,” you whisper, unsure of what to say.
“Sorry to have interrogated you so intensely,” she says with a laugh. “I’ve just been dying to get a moment alone to talk with you. I knew he would cut in with something or another if he was here. I wanted to get to know you a little, not his answers.”
“It’s okay, he warned me it might happen,” you admit with a half blush. “He said that you were really excited to meet me, and Klee was too.”
“She adores him,” Alice sighs. “She’s always asking about him. But he dotes on her just as much as she dotes on him.”
“They do seem very close,” you agree, watching them paddle back in to shore. “I think it’s cute.”
She hums, smiling, and you wave to Albedo as he helps Klee out of the kayak.
He rolls his shoulders subtly, and you get up to help him put the kayak up.
“How does burgers sound for dinner?” Alice asks when the two of you make your way to her.
“Cheeseburgers sound amazing!” Klee chimes, and you agree with her. Albedo nods, and the four of you spend some time cooling off in the water for a while before you set out on your way back up to the house as the sun just sets on the horizon.
Once making it inside, Klee stretches out in the floor, claiming that the tile was cold and felt nice. Albedo sits on the couch and you tuck in beside him, curling your arm through his to rub at his bicep.
He looks down at you but doesn’t say anything, but you know he’s grateful. As you settle in to relax a bit before dinner, you feel his lips press to the crown of your head.
You can’t help the smile that comes to your lips. It’s your turn to blush, and you wonder if maybe all of his blushing was because he was feeling like this too.
~
Dinner comes and goes and the four of you lounge around, watching a movie that Klee puts on until late into the night.
“Any plans for tomorrow?” you ask, yawning.
“At the moment, just a bonfire,” Alice says. “But we can come up with something in the morning.”
“Okay,” you nod, and then you’re heading separate ways to go to bed, Albedo following you and Klee trailing behind Alice.
Once in the quiet of the room, you yawn again, rubbing your eyes. Albedo goes to the bathroom to shower and you take the opportunity to change, then crawl into bed.
“How did things go?” Albedo asks as he slides into the opposite side of bed. “Did she ask a lot of questions?”
“She asked some,” you admit, smiling at him. “I could tell she was just looking out for you. Making sure I’m not someone who’s gonna take advantage of you.”
“Of course you’re not,” he frowns a little, and you just laugh.
“You never know,” you say, letting your eyes flutter closed. “I could be copying your tests to pass.”
He laughs at that, teal eyes tired but happy.
“Did you get to visit with Klee a little?” you ask, opening your eyes again, and he nods. “I’m glad.”
“I’m glad I brought you,” he says after a moment, and your heart jumps into your throat. You can’t help but blush a little.
“I’m not anything special,” you mutter back lamely, and he just gives a short laugh as you tuck into his chest, ready to sleep.
“You are to me,” he says, resting his chin on your head as he pulled the covers up more comfortably around the two of you. “Get some sleep. Who knows what else she’s going to throw at us tomorrow?”
~
Saturday morning dawns bright and early, but you don’t rise with the sunlight streaming into the room. Instead, you just nuzzle closer to Albedo, still drowsy. His grip around you tightens, and he shifts on the bed until he can bury his face in your neck, hiding away from the sunlight just as you’d been trying to do.
His breath is hot against your skin, and you try not to let it get you too flustered. Your cheeks heat up slightly as you’re faced with your own dose of excessive cuddling, and you can see why he was so hesitant yesterday. Cuddling like this with someone you weren’t actually with was... Disarming.
“No, crystal violet first,” he mumbles, and you almost laugh aloud.
“Dreaming of micro?” you ask, patting his back lightly before running a hand through his hair.
“Mhm,” he hums. “Iodine.”
“What are you staining?” you ask him, playing with the strands of his hair on the back of his neck.
You recognize the sequence from the lab you’d done a few weeks ago, and the reagents you used to do a gram stain.
Who would’ve thought that he talked in his sleep?
“Shh,” he exhales. “Study quietly.”
You laugh quietly to yourself, deciding to let it go and just inform him of his words when he truly woke up.
He doesn’t say anymore more that a few other mumbles that you can’t understand, and you let your eyes close as you run your fingers through his hair.
At one point he does hum softly, squeezing you tighter to him, and you can’t help but grin a little. With nothing planned to do for the morning, you let yourself fall back asleep.
~
“Albedo! Y/N!” Klee’s voice comes through the door, followed by a few taps. “Are you gonna sleep all day?”
Albedo hums, lifting his head slowly, and he blinks at you tiredly.
“We’ll be up in a minute,” you call to the child, yawning sleepily.
“My mom said we could go to the art gallery if you guys want to,” Klee continues. “Do you want to?”
“We’ll talk in a bit, Klee,” Albedo says, rubbing his eye. “Give us a few minutes and we’ll come talk.”
“Okay,” she returns, and you hear her dash away.
You look to Albedo, smiling slightly at him.
“Good morning,” you say, backing up just a little so there’s some space between the two of you.
“Good morning,” he returns, checking his phone. “No wonder she’s waking us up. It’s almost 11.”
“I was tired,” you state, and he agrees.
You look over his face, noticing the creases on his cheek from how he’d slept so deeply that he hadn’t moved in the last few hours.
“And I thought I was a cuddler,” you murmur teasingly, unsure of how to diffuse the situation that he isn’t even really aware of.
“Sorry,” he mumbles, looking away. “You’re just really comfortable.”
You grin at him, watching the way his cheeks flush. He gets up to get dressed, giving himself an out as he heads for the bathroom.
You watch him go, biting your bottom lip slightly as you thought about how this trip was going.
Alice and Klee didn’t suspect a thing, from what you could tell. And you were really enjoying your time here, with them and with Albedo. And, if you were being completely honest with yourself, these past two nights have been the best you’ve slept in months.
Albedo emerges from the bathroom, less flushed. He gives you a half smile.
“Are you going to get up?” he asks, coming up to the edge of the bed to look at you.
“I was waiting for you to get out of the bathroom,” you tell him, sitting up. He hums his disbelief, extending a hand to help you up.
You take it and stand, noticing the way his hand lingers just a little longer than you think it would normally.
“Um,” he clears his throat. “I’m gonna go talk to Alice and Klee and see what’s up.”
“Okay,” you nod, watching him go. You take the time to get ready for the day, then head out to the kitchen to join them.
They’re sitting around the bar, talking easily and Albedo is eating a muffin.
“Does the art gallery sound okay with you?” Alice asks as you make your way to the open chair.
“Yeah, of course,” you nod. “I’m down for anything, really.”
“It’s in town, so it’ll be a short drive,” she explains. “But I thought that the two of you might be a little bored of the water. Being in the city, I’m sure you have much more to do.”
“Not at all,” Albedo says.
“It’s been very relaxing,” you tell her, smiling. “I’m a little sad to have to leave tomorrow.”
“Well, we’ll make the most of tonight,” she says with a wink. “So then, art gallery it is. We can get something to eat after and then find something to do when we get back.”
“Sounds good,” Klee chirps.
Without any further ado, the four of you are piling into Alice’s car and heading to the art gallery.
~
“Think you could draw something like that?” you ask, stopping beside Albedo as he admires a painting of a quail. You knew he liked to sketch, and had seen many of his pieces over the years.
“Albedo draws really good,” Klee says, and you look down to her. “I think he should put his art in here.”
“It doesn’t quite work like that,” he says with a small smile to her. “But I appreciate the compliment, Klee.”
He looks back at you as the three of you continue on to the next piece, and you offer him a wink before slipping your hand into his. His lips curve upwards the smallest bit, and he squeezes your hand.
“Mom!” Klee calls, and you see Alice peek around from the piece she was viewing.
“Yes, sweetheart?” she asks, and Klee grabs her hand to show her something she’d taken an interest in, and you’re left with Albedo.
“This is nice,” he says after a moment, and you nod.
“It is a pretty piece,” you say, looking to the field of flowers that was painted by some artist whose name you couldn’t pronounce. You look up to him, and he has a tiny smile on his face.
“That’s not what I meant,” he states. “It is a nice piece, though.”
“Oh, you meant the trip here,” you nod, flashing him a smile. “It has been really nice.”
“I meant... Spending this time with you,” he says quietly, and you feel your cheeks heat up rapidly. “It’s been nice. It almost feels real sometimes.”
“I won’t lie,” you say slowly. “Sometimes I wonder if I’m still subconsciously faking or if I just do things without thinking.”
“Like what?” he asks, looking at you curiously.
“Like this morning,” you admit, deciding to be truthful. “I woke up earlier, but I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay sleeping with you for longer, so I did. I didn’t even think twice about it.”
He smiles a small smile, not saying anything. You view the next few pieces in silence, unsure of what to say. Finally, you decide that maybe you’d admitted something that should’ve stayed hidden.
“Sorry,” you whisper, letting your hand slide from his. “That was a little much, wasn’t it?”
“Not at all,” he says just as gently, snaking his hand back into yours. “I enjoy sleeping with you too. It feels real, and I’m asking myself if I want it to be real.”
You look at him, and his gaze is sincere.
“Albedo, Y/N,” Alice calls, and the two of you are interrupted from your moment together. “Oh, here you are. We lost you for a little bit.”
“We were just talking,” Albedo says, easily smiling at her.
“The artwork here is fantastic, isn’t it?” she sighs, and you smile wryly.
“It is,” you agree, and she asks Albedo about what type of medium something or another was. He explains, and the four of you once more continue on, with your conversation being left behind for another time.
~
Lunch is held at a small diner on the way back to the lake house. It’s not too busy, and the waitress is polite, making small talk here and there when she comes around.
“So, tonight I wanted to make a bonfire,” Alice says after you’ve all ordered. “I was thinking that we could have some drinks and dinner and just enjoy the last night here.”
“That sounds wonderful,” you agree. “What did you have planned for dinner?”
“I was just going to barbecue some things,” she states. “Some sausage and chicken, maybe a few hotdogs. And we have plenty of chips to go with it.”
“Do we have the sour cream and onion ones?” Klee asks hopefully. “Those are the best.”
“They really are,” Albedo agrees, and Alice confirms that the chips are at the house.
Your food comes out quickly, and you all hungrily dive in, letting the talking fall to the wayside in favor of delicious food.
By the time you’re all done and the bill is paid, your stomach is full and the ride back to the house is drowsy.
“I could take a nap,” you sigh, and Klee laughs.
“You slept so long already!” she protests, and it brings a smile to your lips.
“I think I’m doing all my catching up on sleeping,” you tell her. “When you go to college, you don’t get to sleep as much.”
“Oh,” she exhales, nodding.
Eventually you decide that a shower might wake you up a little, and it does for the most part. As you’re getting dressed, a tap comes on the door, and then Albedo is opening it without waiting for you to comment.
“Uh—“ you say, turning away as you pulled a shirt over your head.
“Sorry,” he exhales, closing the door quickly behind himself and looking away with a wicked blush. “I thought you were done already.”
“I mean, I guess this is just like seeing me in a swimsuit,” you say lightly, and he glances back at you. You catch the way his eyes land on your thighs before looking up to you, and you raise an eyebrow.
“Um...” he’s absolutely frazzled, you can tell. You pull on a pair of shorts as he stares at the wall, and he clears his throat. “We were going to play some Mario Kart. Klee wants to play with you and asked me to come get you.”
“Yeah, let me just brush my hair and I’ll be out,” you say, grinning at him. He nods, leaving you in the room to finish getting ready. When you make it out to the living room, they’re all in a game already, and you wait and then join in for the next one.
You feel a little teasing, and you turn on the couch and drape your legs over Albedo’s lap, so that when he looks down the thighs he’d just been sneaking a peek at are right there.
He clears his throat quietly, blushing vividly as Klee picks a level to race on. You bite your bottom lip and grin, getting ready to race as the game loads.
You and Albedo talk and play with the two of them until it gets to be evening, trying to use the last bit of your time as best as you can.
Eventually, Alice goes to start cooking dinner, and you all migrate outside to the big fire pit that was loaded with wood.
Once she’s done cooking, the fire pit gets lit, and as the sun sets behind the horizon, the light from the fire illuminates your faces. You look at each of them, chowing down on their food, and can’t help the cheesy grin that comes to your lips. Your eyes linger on Albedo, who was talking with Klee about the science behind something or another.
This has been one of the best weekends you’ve ever experienced, and it was all because of him. If he hadn’t invited you, you probably would’ve been sitting in your apartment, bored as fuck for the past few days. But instead, you got to experience... This.
He looks over at you and gives you a small smile when he sees you staring, and you feel warmth spread through you.
Alice leaves to go make some boozy punch and promises to bring some music when she returns, and she does just that.
She passes you and Albedo a cup of fruity liquid, and she gives what you guess must be a virgin version of the drink to Klee. As she’s getting a some music playing, you taste the drink.
It’s good and you can hardly taste the alcohol—you’re not sure if she didn’t put much or if she was good at hiding it. Either way, you drain a cup and return inside for another before you start to feel any effects.
It was definitely the latter, you realize. By the time you make it back outside, Alice and Klee are dancing to some song around the fire, happy grins on their faces.
You smile and sit down beside Albedo, laying your head on his shoulder as he watches them. He finishes his cup and looks down at you, teal gaze content with the just slight haze of alcohol.
Without warning, he leans in and presses his lips to yours tenderly, pulling away after just a second, and you feel your face burn crimson. You peek over at Alice, who just smiles happily at you, and then hide your face away in his shoulder.
“You could’ve told me you were gonna do that,” you mumble, and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“That’s for earlier,” he murmurs so you barely hear it, and you realize he was teasing you back.
By the time he leaves for another drink, the fire has burned down some, and Klee is yawning every few minutes. Albedo returns, slipping an arm around you as he settles back in.
This feels a little less like a tease and more of a natural action.
The two of you talk with Alice for another hour or so before the fire has died down to embers, and you’re all ready to call it a night.
“I’ll let you two finish off the punch if you want,” she says with a knowing grin and a wink. “I think it’s time for us to head to bed.”
You nod, watching them go, and sit with Albedo for a few minutes under the quiet night.
“This has been incredible,” you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Amazing food. A good visit with some amazing people. Fun things to do. I’ve really enjoyed it here.”
“I have too,” he agrees, and you look up at him happily.
“Thank you for bringing me,” you tell him, lightly kissing his bicep before taking a sip of your drink.
“I wouldn’t want anyone else here.”
~
Saturday Night (a oneshot detailing the smut that ensues on this nght)
~
Sunday dawns and you sigh as you realize the fantasy weekend is just about over. You’ll be heading back to school, unpacking your things like nothing ever happened, and continue on with life.
You hadn’t expected half of the things that happened this weekend to occur. It wasn’t supposed to turn into this.
Would Albedo pretend everything didn’t happen? Or would he acknowledge it and move on? Would this ruin your relationship with him? Or would things be painfully normal?
Whatever happens, you know you’ll have to face it head on. You can’t help another sigh that leaves your lips.
“Why the gloomy sigh?” Albedo murmurs tiredly, nuzzling into your neck. You feel the soft press of his lips against your skin, and you smile sadly.
“I don’t want this to end,” you explain, and he lifts his head to look at you.
“Is it going to?” he asks, voice guarded slightly.
“I just thought...” you sigh, brushing a hand over his cheek. “Aren’t things going to be different when we go back?”
“Do you want them to be?” he asks, and you shake your head the slightest bit. “Then why would they be?”
“We won’t be here,” you shrug. “We won’t have to pretend anymore. There won’t be any need for all of this.”
“I thought we were done pretending by last night,” he says quietly.
“I was,” you say quickly. “I just... I’m a little confused about where we are... As an ‘us.’”
“I think that’s just what we are,” he answers after a moment of thought. “Not you and me anymore. Now it’s us.”
“Does that mean we’re... Together?” you ask, and he smiles a little.
“I’d like that,” he returns. He leans in and kisses you tenderly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. “It’ll be a little different than here, but we can make things work.”
He leans his forehead to yours, looking at you with a soft smile.
“We should get up and enjoy the little bit of time we have left here,” he offers, and you nod.
You get dressed, shyly turning yourself away from him. Last night, you may have had all the confidence in the world, but right now you’re a little self conscious.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen,” he murmurs, getting dressed himself, but he doesn’t push you to turn around.
“I know,” you say, exhaling. “It’s just... I’m not quite used to it. I’ve never really... I’ve always been a little weird about changing in front of my boyfriends.”
He hums in understanding, packing away his things into his bag. You like that he doesn’t push the matter, and you smile a little as you pack your own things.
Once done, you head to the bathroom to brush your teeth, and he does the same. You brush out your hair, watching him watch you through the mirror.
He moves behind you, taking your brush and finishing the job before quickly doing a braid in your hair. He kisses the side of your neck before fixing his own hair, and you watch him.
“I don’t think your hair is gonna do much to cover that one,” you say with a light blush as you look at the deep purple mark on the side of his neck from last night.
He hums, messing with his hair to try to cover it slightly, only to find that it can’t really be covered, just as you thought.
“Oh well,” he shrugs, fixing his hair over the other marks you’d left that are lighter and in better places to be covered. “If it were anyone other than Alice, I wouldn’t even bother trying to hide them.”
“Why Alice?” you ask, curious.
“She’s sort of like a mother to me,” he says. “I feel like anyone would try to hide something like this from their mother. No matter how old they get.”
“Fair,” you agree. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he returns. “I expect more in the future.”
You exhale sharply through your nose, trying to fight down a blush. He just gives a wink your way before leaving the bathroom.
You gather up bathroom items and pack them away as well, and then you’re hauling your bags out to his car so you don’t have to deal with them later.
By the time everything is loaded, Alice has finished cooking breakfast, and the four of you sit down for one last meal together. You see Alice’s eyes dart over the mark and back up to Abedo’s face, and then her gaze flickers over to you.
You look down to your plate, face turning vivid red. When you peek back up, she’s just grinning.
“I’m gonna miss you,” Klee says, breaking the awkward silence. She’s looking at Albedo, and you can’t help but smile a little as she gives him a pout. “And you, Y/N.”
“We’ll come visit again soon,” Albedo tells her.
“Promise?” she asks, and he nods. She holds up her pinky, and he loops his through it and squeezes. She turns to you, holding her other pinky up, and you hook yours through it as well. “Okay.”
“Can’t go back on a pinky promise, right?” you say, and she nods.
You finish breakfast and decide to get on the road and headed back, so that you have some time to catch up on errands and schoolwork before the new week begins.
Klee hugs you and then Albedo, and Alice hugs the two of you at the same time.
It’s a bit bittersweet to be leaving this, but you know that you have so much to look forward to.
“You almost got me,” Alice says, and you both look at her. “You’re good liars, but I’m better at seeing through a lie than you are telling them.”
“What?” you whisper, face paling. “What do you mean?”
“You weren’t dating,” she says quietly, eyes twinkling. “Key word being weren’t. But you are now. Funny how things like that work.”
She winks at Albedo, giving you another hug.
“Welcome to the family,” she says, letting you go.
You’re both stunned as you leave, taking several minutes into the ride to come up with some words.
“Did she knew the whole time?” you ask, and he exhales.
“I really don’t know,” he admits. “But for some reason, I have a feeling this ended up exactly the way she wanted it to.”
“You think she did all this knowing we’d get together?” you whisper, looking over at him. “What kind of sorceress is she?”
“I don’t know,” he repeats. “But now I’m questioning just how much she knows about my life.”
You can only laugh at that, sliding your hand through his.
If she was the reason for all of this, you’d have to thank her in the future.
College!AU Albedo x Reader where Klee misunderstands Albedo’s relationship with a close college friend and tells her mom that they’re dating. So Reader has to fake a relationship with Albedo for a weekend, but hijinks occur and one thing leads to another. And all of a sudden the relationship doesn’t seem fake anymore...
A/N: A) Diluc with a braid lives in my head rent free and B) Diluc as a supportive daddy makes me swoon. That is all.
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“Daddy?” a small voice prompts, and the redhead turns from his book to look at his daughter.
“Yes, love?” he returns, crouching down to her level so he can look at her.
She throws her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and burying her face in his neck.
“Will you do my hair?” she asks, looking up at him with wide red eyes and pleading in the way that steals his heart every time.
“Of course, love,” he agrees, scooping her up and carrying her to your vanity, where he knows you keep countless hair supplies.
He sets her down lightly, collecting your brush and working it through her hair gently.
“You’re a lot nicer than I am,” you murmur when you come across the two of them, him brushing your daughter’s hair. “Her hair is always so hard to brush. It’s like trying to rake a lake bed.”
“It’s the same as my own,” he reminds you, looking at you for a moment. “I’ve had practice.”
You hum in agreement, watching as he finished brushing her hair. He carefully parts it and does a simple braid down her head, tying off the end.
“There we go, love,” he kisses her head gently and drapes the braid over her shoulder so she can see the red locks.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she beams, turning to look at him. “Can Mama braid yours so we match?”
He glances at you, and you shrug. He scoops her up and sits down at the vanity, and you take that as your cue.
You move behind him, having done up his hair many times in the years you’d been with him. Your daughter sits on his lap, watching you over his shoulder as you brush his hair and do a braid similar to the one she was now wearing. After tying it off, you lean down and kiss the back of his head, the same as he’d done to her.
“All done,” you remark, smiling at the two of them. “Now you match. People might even think you’re twins.”
“No,” your daughter giggles, smiling happily. “Daddy is taller than me! We can’t be twins!”
“Are you sure?” you ask her playfully.
“Yes!” she laughs, then squeals when Diluc stands and twirls her around. “Daddy, we’re not twins, right?”
“We could be,” he states, following your lead. “We both have braids. How will anyone tell us apart?”
“Let’s ask Adelinde!” she prompts. “She can tell us apart!”
“Can she?” you ask.
“And we can ask Connor, and Moco, and Hillie!” she adds. “We can ask everyone! They’ll be able to tell Daddy and I apart for sure.”
“Let’s go see, then,” Diluc states, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek before whisking her away. You just watch them go with a smile.
hey, i hope this isn't too weird of a message but i wanted to let you know how much i cherish your xiao imagine series! since i stumbled across it, i've been literally reading it every night before i go to bed because it brings me so much comfort. he's my main comfort character right now and the way you write him hits me in the feels just right ;-; thank you for your wonderful writing <3
That is so sweet! 🥺🥺
I go back and reread it all the time too though, tbh. I just love him so much :)
A/N: Snakes are one of my biggest fears, not gonna lie. The tiny ones are on thin fucking ice, but anything bigger than that and I’m noping my way out of there.
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“You might want to hurry,” he calls, his voice distant as he’s turned away from you. “I hear leeches make their appearance at night usually.”
“There have never been leeches here before,” you grumble back, enjoying the cool water on your body.
It wasn’t often that you were out and about for so long that you couldn’t find a decent bath and had to bathe in the nearest water source, but it certainly wasn’t your first rodeo. You rub at your arms, getting rid of dirt and grit that had been building up.
“There’s a first time for everything, you know,” he returns, and you shoot the back of his head a glare.
Almost like he can feel it, his head turns just a little, and you shriek.
“Don’t look!” you screech, dipping deeper into the water.
He just laughs, turning away and shaking his head. You spend the rest of your bath in peaceful quiet, now that Kaeya isn’t spouting snarky comments.
You feel something brush your leg and initially jump a little. You don’t like that you can’t see through the water to know what it is, but you convince yourself it must be a fish.
...But what if there were leeches? The though makes you shudder, and you decide that you’ve spent enough time bathing, making your way to the shore so you can get dressed once more.
Before you make it there, you notice something that is most definitely not a fish or a leech.
You can’t help the scream that leaves your lips when you see the snake in the water, slithering by your legs. You’re a wreck, scrambling away as fast as you can while trying to simultaneously find your way to land and not take your eyes off of it.
Then the water gets cold, and you watch as ice forms along the water right beside you, and Kaeya is standing right there, breathing heavily from his haste to get to you.
You use the opportunity to flee the water, clutching onto him as soon as you come within his reach.
“What happened?” he asks, looking down at you before glancing back to the water. “The leeches were a joke.”
“A snake,” you gasp, heart racing as you tried to catch your breath. “There was a snake, right by my legs.”
His arm curls around you and he watches the water carefully, gathering your clothes before guiding you back toward the fire.
Once a little further away from it all, you realize that you were still soaking wet and very naked.
“Oh, Archons,” you sigh, and you appreciate that he leaves you to get dressed in some solitude.
You watch as he returns to the water, freezing over all of the shore near your camp, making sure that nothing can make it to you. Your heart rate eventually slows, and by the time he makes it back to the camp, you’re dressed and sulking.
“Can’t say I’ve ever seen a snake in the water,” he tries with a light tone, like he’s trying to cheer you up.
“Yeah, I didn’t know they could swim,” you snap, then close your eyes. “Sorry. I’m just a little shaken up still.”
“Well, there won’t be any water snakes bothering us tonight,” he says, standing to put some more wood on the fire before coming to sit beside you.
You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, blushing slightly.
“Thank you for the rescue,” you mumble, and he laughs, slinging his arm around your shoulder.
“Well, I did see you naked,” he states playfully. “The least I could do is save you.”
A/N: Venti did not come home, but Childe will. Also, I’ve been on a Daddy!Diluc kick, and so this was born.
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“To what do I owe this pleasure?” you hum, looking up at the face that belongs to the hand that’s extended to you. It’s the one you fell in love with.
Diluc smiles down at you softly, closing his fingers around yours as you place your hand in his. He brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your fingertips.
“I wanted to see if you’d like to go for a walk,” he says, brushing his thumb lightly along the back of your hand.
“We could use the exercise,” you admit, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly.
He holds you steady as you rise from your seat on the bench. You dust off your clothes lightly, then return your hand to his.
“Lead the way, Master Diluc,” you say with a little laugh when he deadpans, and he squeezes your hand once.
“Why do you insist on being difficult?” he sighs, leading the way for a short walk through the trees.
“Where would the fun be if I didn’t tease a little, my love?” you return, watching the little blush that sneaks up to his cheeks.
“That’s better,” he mumbles quietly, but you hear it, and it makes you laugh. “We don’t want the little one to think we’re so distant from one another that we talk like that.”
“Oh, he’ll know it’s just teasing,” you swat at his arm lightly. You look down to your belly. “Right, little one? You know that Mama and Daddy love each other very much.”
Diluc squeezes your hand once more, letting it go to curl his arm around your back. His fingers rub gently at your hip, and the two of you fall into a comfortable silence as you walk.
After a ways, the two of you turn around and head back for the winery, not wanting you to exert too much energy. You were nearly to your eighth month, and even short distances were getting to be difficult to do.
“Before we get back,” you stop him while still under the cover of the trees.
“Yes, my love?” he returns, looking at your pleading expression.
“Will you hold him for just a little bit?” you bite your bottom lip, hoping he won’t deny the request.
“Has your back been sore again?” he asks, already moving behind you and placing his hands to the lower side of your belly.
“Yes,” you sigh in relief when he lifts the weight of your child. Your head leans back to his shoulder, enjoying the brief reprieve this is giving you.
His nose presses to your cheek, letting his forehead rest against your temple.
“He’s getting big,” he murmurs, and you can’t help but smile a little.
“You’re telling me,” you exhale. “Imagine carrying him around all the time.”
“I couldn’t do it,” he says in a moment of honesty. “It amazes me that you’re taking this whole pregnancy so well. You are an archon among mortals.”
“Hush,” you murmur, blushing slightly from his praise. You rest for a few more minutes before sighing and preparing yourself to take on the weight once more. “Okay, you can give him back.”
He gently lowers his hands, letting your body carry the weight of your child once more. You can’t help the little groan that leaves your lips when he fully lets go, and Diluc places a hand against your back warily.
“My love?” he checks, and you nod, offering him a smile.
“I’m okay,” you tell him. “I feel better after that little break.”
“It won’t be much longer until he’s out,” he says, rubbing your back in a light circle. “It’ll be easier when you can carry him in your arms.”
“But for now, he’s right where he belongs,” you state, taking his hand as you return to the winery.
He returns you to your bench so you can finish your book and he can return to his duties. Before he goes, he presses his lips to yours in a gentle but firm kiss. Then he’s off to work, and you watch him go, rubbing your belly lightly.
“Your Daddy is the best,” you whisper to your stomach. “I can’t wait for you to meet him.”
*Clears throat* Childe’s turn on the BDSM Test was a little uh... Eye opening.
To be honest, I really do see him as one of the kinkiest characters we currently have, and this certainly confirms that. In my eyes, he’s a hard Dom that will degrade you and spit in your mouth :) And then he’ll praise you after he’s done hurting you :)
Next on the list for the BDSM Test was Albedo. Results are exactly as I expected.
Literally, the first 7 were exactly what I thought they’d be. Not a single one surprised me. He wants you to degrade him and tie him up while he gets to be an absolute brat, but he is still a switch in the end. And he can turn all of that right back around at you.
It’s Diluc’s turn for the BDSM test... Here’s what I got based on how I think he would answer the questions:
And yeah, it pretty much makes sense to me. He seems pretty vanilla, but if you really wanted him to, he could be a Dom. And I mean, everyone already calls him Daddy Diluc, so... 😉
So I took the BDSM test as how I think Kaeya would answer it. The results are... Interesting.
I 100% see him as a switch but with some more dominant qualities. I also fully believe that he is a sadist. The only thing that really surprised me is that brat tamer was so low. I really thought that would be higher on the list. Maybe that’s just me projecting my fantasies, though 👀
