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PAIRING. Albedo x F! Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. College Au, smut, some sneaky office sex, raw sex, crossposted on ao3

WC. 2.6k

SUMMARY: some sneaky sex with your department president.

MINORS DNI

Albedo sees your troubled look the moment you step foot inside the office, your brows furrowed, lips pulled in scorn while your hands clutch around a folder. You didn’t mean to slam the door behind you but it was enough indication for Albedo to know that you failed in your little search for your irresponsible treasurer who’s quick to ditch every meeting.

Still, he asked from his place behind the table, fingers atop the keyboard on rest. “No news?”

You sighed in exasperation and plopped down on the sofa intended for visitors. “That bastard can fucking go to hell-”

Strings of curses rolled off your tongue in practiced ease.

“Language,darling.”

“-I’ve been trying to contact him since earlier and I’ve been looking for him everywhere on campus,” you rattled on and on, complaining about your little adventure and quest to find the hidden boss. “My feet hurt!”

Albedo momentarily glances at your heeled shoes and frowns, “Why were you wearing heels? You knew we would be busy this week.”

He leans down pulling the drawer at the most bottom part open and takes out a pair of slippers that he uses sometimes. He rose to his feet and strode to your place.

“I know, I know, Albedo. But they were cute and it goes well with my skirt. What do you think?”

You crossed your legs to emphasize your pencil skirt, but it only managed to hike up to your thighs and expose your thigh high stockings, your smooth skin peaking through the bands. Albedo didn’t mean to stare as he kneels in front of you and sets the slippers by your feet, but the sight urges him for a touch. He looks away discreetly.

There was a momentary silence and you became greatly aware of your privacy in the room with Albedo, the slight hum of the air conditioning unit easily picked by your ears.

“What are you doing?” You raised a brow at him, embarrassed at the distance.

“I’m changing your shoes.” comes his reply with a soft smile. There was a slight mischievous twinkle in his eyes that went unnoticed by you. “You can use my slippers.”

“You don’t have to.”

“It’s okay, let me,”he insisted.

He unclasps your shoe starting from the right foot, hands warm against your stockings with the light friction tickling you. He carefully sets them aside before he turns to the other pair and repeats the process. There was a slight teasing in his touch as he lightly rubbed his fingers purposely on your calves, his eyes locked on your feet like he was devoted to his actions of removing said footwear and not riling you up.

As soon as he was done, he glanced up to you, eyes asking for permission with your stockings. You were quick to get the message and nodded uncharacteristically enthusiastic about his actions, thinking, after all, you can’t properly wear the slippers without removing them.

He mildly pries your knees open, just enough for him to dig his fingers inside your skirt and reach for the gartered band. Slowly, as if taking his time to roll off your stockings, his nails deliberately presses enough force against your skin that goes straight to your core. He does the same thing again to the other leg while you stay still watching him in silence, same lithe fingers brushing your skin. He slips the slippers to your feet individually and stands up patting off nonexistent dust.

Albedo then extends his left hand to you.

“Hand me the request form. I’ll sign it on his behalf.”

That- What was that? There was a bit of disappointment in you but you pretend as if it didn’t affect you that much. Sneakily though, you took a quick peek of his pants and saw the slight bulge while passing the folder to him.

“Here.”

Albedo takes the seat next to you, sofa dipping at his weight. Using the coffee table, he pulls out his extra pen he keeps in his breast pocket and signs the documents swiftly and stacks them back again before placing them aside. Your eyes never left his hands, seeing every roll and twist of his joints and muscles, stares boring holes in the back of them.

“What?” He turns to you in amusement as he stores his pen, quick to notice your actions.

You shake your head hastily. “Nothing.”

It’s not nothing though. It’s your hormones wanting more of his touch.

You heard him chuckle lightly and sigh shortly after, exhaustion quite apparent in his face.

“Come here,” he says, patting his lap. You rose to your feet as he held your wrist to guide you to his lap.

Albedo wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head in the crevice of your neck, inhaling a deep breath and exhales. His tense muscles relax a bit, now that he has you like this in his arms.

“What’s gotten into you?” You ask, gingerly combing his hair with your fingers. It tickles a bit against your cheeks.

“I miss you,” his voice is soft, a whisper against your skin, and you feel the slight tremor of his voice.

“Stressed?”

He hummed. “That too. It’s not easy to pull this event together.”

A rare moment of vulnerability from your boyfriend who seemed to always have it together. The tone of his voice is as if he’s asking to be spoiled. He’s often so strict and serious so you relish moments like this.

You reply to him by nodding while grinding your hips down his growing bulge.

Albedo inhaled sharply, his grip on you getting tight as he kept himself from thrusting up. The hand on your waist snakes down to your thigh as he planted a soft kiss on your neck.

“Care to help your boyfriend out?”

Twisting your neck to his direction, you grinned widely. “Thought you’d never ask. We should wrap this all up so we can go back to the dorms.”

You rose to your feet, intending to go to your table and finish up all the paperworks, but when he didn’t even bulge, you looked back to him and see the way he looks at you with hooded gaze, lips tugged into a suggestive smile that you shivered slightly at his intense eyes.

Realization dawns on you and you mouthed an ‘o’, heat warming up your cheeks.

“Here?” you questioned, thoughts running about the possibility of getting caught having sex in the student council office. You admit, that was definitely something you’ve considered in your head. A little guilty that you can’t help yourself about wanting to take Albedo right then and there every time he exhibits what authority he has in your meetings.

It’s an exciting thought, to watch someone as calm and composed as Albedo fall apart, to know that he’s just as driven in desire as much as you whenever you’re present.

“Why not? I heard you talking with your law friend.”

The revelation made your jaw drop and you felt embarrassed as the memory of your small talk with your friend returned. Descriptive scenarios left your mouth then, of how you wanted to be held in the office with your legs on his shoulders or the guilty desires you have of your stern looking partner sucking him off under the desk, reduced to a puddle of pleasure. You didn’t expect him to overhear them. And you certainly did not expect that he would be open to the idea as well.

You stood closer to the edge of the couch, standing in between his legs while his palms claim post on the curve of your waist, rubbing affectionately and in invitation. There was slight hesitation in your features that was slowly crumbling at Albedo’s reassuring gaze. You lay one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hand to stop his actions.

“What if someone comes in?” you mumbled although your mind was already half ready, your core throbbing in excitement.

“We’ll be done before anyone does. There’s only a few students left on campus so there’s only a slim chance of anyone walking in on us.” He kisses your hand and ushers you back to his lap again. “So, what do you say?”

Your reply comes in a roll of your hips as you straddle him once again, your pencil skirt riding up your thighs, drenched underwear exposed for him to see. He latches onto your thighs with an amused smile.

With a shy nod, you inched closer for a kiss, mouth hungrily catching his while satisfied hum escaped your lips. It’s desperate. It’s exciting. The moment his tongue touches yours, you hear him moan which prompted you to move your hips once more, wanting to feel more of that excitement building below.

It’s driving you mad. The last bits of your rationality leaving you at every nip of Albedo’s teeth on your lips and every suck to your tongue. Whoever said Albedo looks too disciplined and boring to even know how to give a proper kiss haven’t witnessed the ferocity of the man driven by his desire and how you’re one lucky person to experience it firsthand.

Albedo’s hand wanders upward, pressing a finger to your clothed cunt, your arousal sipping through. Your thighs clenched under his hold and a whimper of his name echoed in the office.

“Albedo…”

You’re growing impatient. You push your cunt against his hand, wanting that touch you’re so familiar with. Albedo teased you by swiping your clit through your damp underwear, toying with your core and pressing it until you’re huffing and panting in obvious need. His teeth digs into your throat and he sucks into your skin, careful not to leave a bruise. He couldn’t keep himself from wanting to leave a mark, but knowing you’d be mad if he does so, he holds back a little. It feels a little prickly but the pain sets you on edge as you gulp and grind down.

Albedo unbuttons your shirt just enough for him to slip your bra down and release your boobs. Having set his eyes on your nipples, he takes it into his warm mouth and sucks the bud, alternating between licking and sucking. You caught your breath in your throat and mewl at the sensation, heat pooling in your core and dripping with need. Your chest heaves up and down under his ministration.

“Put it in, please.” you whine, frustrated at his teasing.

You reach for the metal band of his belt keeping his pants. A bit too hasty in removing them. You drew back, giving room for him to pull down his pants and let his rigid erection free. While he’s at it, you take the time to slip your panties off to the side before you return to your position with your hand on his shoulders for stability. He nudges the flaring tip of his erection to your weeping entrance, and slowly, you sink into his cock, taking him in carefully.

Albedo swallows your cry of his name, cradling your neck as he kisses you roughly and full of eagerness, teeth clashed with teeth, hot breaths mixing in and fanning your face. You feel so completely filled as he sheathes himself inside you, length throbbing in the warmth of your fluttering cunt sucking him in.

You keep still, tongue slipping into his mouth with your sighs of relief bouncing off the walls.

You moaned as you moved your hips, rocking up and down his lap at a growing pace. Albedo leans into the couch and watches you bounce into his cock, so wet and warm that he twitches at the wanton display of your boobs bobbing at the motions. Every wet slap of your skin into his lap, your pussy squelching with your clasp, it’s punctuated by the high pitched mewls leaving your lips.

Albedo keeps you steady with a grip on your waist and chases after you with a buck of his hips. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hard length keeps bumping into your sweet spot, slipping almost to the entrance of your cervix. With a grunt, he keeps a steady pace to fuck into you.

Your breath quickened and you squeaked, moaning and crying at the pleasure, tears forming in your eyes as you eagerly matched his frenzied pace.

Your climax lingers, your head feeling lighter. Albedo coaxes you into your release until white light pokes through your sight and the knot comes undone. You spasmed helplessly, calling out to albedo with a whine.

“Not yet.” he growls low into your neck and lays you to your back as he sensually rocks his hips to and fro, assaulting you through your high with fervor. He lifts your legs up and prompts you to wrap it around his waist while he presses his lips on you once more.

Your ankles cross behind him as it digs into his back pressing his hips impossibly closer to you. He surges forward deeply with what space he can maneuver with and steadily sheathes himself into you with fluid motions. Your back arch into him as your jaw hangs open, overly stimulated all over your senses. His name spills from your lips in an endless stream.

Your entrance is rimmed with the white coat of your juice as his cock sinks into you. His body jerks and his hot fluid of semen spurts into your insides as he grunts into your ear and huskily calls out your name. Your tight walls milk him till you’re filled to the brim with a few more rolls of his hips.

Albedo nuzzles into you and pecks at your neck, breathing heavily against your twitching form, his pants are hot against your skin. His erratic heartbeat falls into its normal rhythm. It made you shudder. Your limbs grow limp in exhaustion.

“That was nice.”

You broke the silence, giggling as Albedo pushes himself up and grabs the box of tissue to clean you up. He chuckles as he wipes at your leg and takes care of himself as well, carefully tucking his shirt back and fixing his pants.

“We should do this again next time,” he says with a teasing smile and you blush, furiously shaking your head.

“No way. We were lucky this time no one was here.”

As if on cue, you hear feet shuffling past the door and voices growing closer to your office. You shoot up and brush your tousled hair and straighten your blouse, buttoning them back with haste.

“Damn, speak of the devil.” You frantically pull down your skirt. “Ah, Albedo. My panties. It’s by your feet.”

He leans to pick it up and looks at the item in his hand but before he can give it to you, the door bursts open and kaeya strides in with a takeout box. You see Albedo shoving your underwear into his pocket and steps aside for the newcomers.

“Ohh. Pres I’ve figured you’d be here and I see, our precious vice president is also here. We brought you guys dinner. Knowing Albedo, he’d still be nose deep into the preparations.” Kaeya sets the takeout on top of the table and takes a seat. Jean is right behind him, also bringing some drinks.

you can’t help but blush knowing what just transpired in the room, embarrassment fills you up, unable to look at any of them in the eye like Albedo does.

He’s quick to act casual and nonchalant.

“Well, how thoughtful of you.”

The two of you look at each other, silently amused at your own dirty little secret.

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