Sweet Albedo who knows what medications you take, how much, and when. He remembers the exact dosage and what foods you should take them with, what makes them not work, even the amount that you have left in the bottle
Sweet Albedo who knows what makes you flare up and what helps or doesn't help at all
Sweet Albedo who gives you colored blocks to sort to take your mind off of whatever is upsetting you because sorting blocks isn't really something you can mess up too much
Sweet Albedo who remembers your safe foods and knows how to make them. He's willing to make them for you any day regardless of how much he dislikes cooking (he's also really good at it)
Sweet Albedo who keeps and extra bottle of your Rx painkillers or nausea medication with him at all times
Sweet Albedo who gives you all the time in the world
Sweet Albedo who rubs your hips, back, or stomach when your cramps hit you
Sweet Albedo who's so unbelievably patient
Sweet Albedo who's always prepared for whatever might happen or however you might feel
Sweet Albedo who knows the location of various points on the body so he knows which area to apply something cold to so you can cool down quicker
Sweet Albedo who holds you through migraines
Sweet Albedo who has and will always love you no matter how agitated you may be
Sweet Albedo who can always manage to find at least something positive in every situation
CW: NSFW, gentle sex, breeding mention, unprotected sex, no aftercare because you're both too tired, he loves you very much tho, afab reader, writing is unbelievably mid
Albedo cumming inside for the nth time while you're still on top. He's just whining over and over again in sync with you, his hands on your hips and running up and down your waist and he just barely musters up the strength to let one hand travel to your back to pull you closer.
Your tits are resting against his collarbone and his neck and you can feel his breath on own neck. He's too lost to move his own hips, so he has no choice but to let you toy with him at your own pace, cunt fluttering around him and squelches filling the room at the same rhythm. He could feel everything. Your erect nipples rubbing against him, every single inch of your insides, even the spongey part just a few inches deep that could make you cry under normal circumstances.
He moves positions ever so slightly, now laying down a bit more, bringing you to lean down against him. He slowly begins to rock his hips up ever so slightly, just enough to go deeper to hit your favorite spot, and continuing to gently hit it. His hands rest back on your hips to press down slightly.
"You're not doing all the work here, that won't be happening today..."
A gentle kiss is placed on the side of your neck, your shoulder, cheek, and then the corner of your lips. His tongue slowly starts flicking out slightly, just enough to feel the pretty wet tip of it, but he slowly got more brave to the point where he was licking and sucking on your lips like a starving man. His and your senses are overwhelmed by scent, touch, and sound, and your gasping isn't helping much either. You attempt to move yourself back into a sitting position, but you're quickly met with heavy hands pushing you down to his chest, where you rest your head between his head and shoulder.
"Please...I just want to make you feel good...let me make you feel amazing..."
Goodness, it's all way too much. The feeling of his breath against your skin surprisingly nearly sends you over the edge once again, a large balloon seeming to form in the bottom of your stomach, just needing a little poke to pop. And Albedos' gentle encouragement is what does it. The way he praises your body without words, his own cock doing all the work is what makes you finally come undone for the final time that night. Your body tenses up, your hands automatically grabbing onto whatever is near you (which happened to be Albedos' hair), and you couldn't even remember what heavenly sounds came from your lips. But he sure can. In the deepest hours of the night, he'll remember the way your moans vibrated into his bare chest, and the gentle sting of his hair being tugged, and the way you convulsed around him helplessly.
Soon enough, he would release inside of you again, feeling almost the exact same thing as you. Maybe someday the two of you will get to come together. His arms wrap you in a tight embrace in an attempt to not scratch you as you feel him fill your womb to the brim for the final time that night. His curses and whines eventually die out, leaving heavy breathing in its wake, your bodies both heaving together. You don't remember much after that, but knowing it was Albedo who made you cum that night, whatever the feeling were afterwards were nothing short of euphoric.
The one thing you do remember however, a gentle kiss from a pair of soft, wet lips, and a gentle voice wishing you a final good night to your barely conscious soul.
