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flamingblinglove · 2 hours
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Birthday morning
Characters: Diluc x gender neutral!reader
Genre: None (modern and canon works fine)
Warnings: SFW, fluff, established relationship (Diluc and reader are married)
A/N: Happy birthday to my OG genshin husband <333 finally writing for genshin after playing this game for 4 freaking years LOL I am finally doing it!!! I hope you all like it as I slowly get back to the writing grind too <3
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As the earth slowly woke up to the warm rays of the sun, the light shown through the windows, gently illuminating the bedroom and caressing the features of the man stirring beside you. 
You watched his chest rise and fall slowly, you felt the hot air escape from his lips as he breathed. You gazed at his sleeping form, wondering what he was dreaming of, and if you were in it. You raised your hand and stroked away an unruly strand of flaming red hair about to tickle his eyelashes, and you continued watching him, wondering how lucky you were to have him beside you like this. 
“For how long were you going to watch me?” a smooth velvet voice rumbled and you jumped in shock, not expecting him to wake up so soon, and clearly not expecting him to be aware of your stares. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at him too. Diluc let out a chuckle and snuggled deeper into the pillow, lacing an arm lazily across your waist to pull you closer. 
“For how long were you awake?” you teased in return, smiling as you saw the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly. You let out a warm breath and snuggled closer to him, placing your palm on his chest to feel his steady heartbeat. 
“From the moment I felt you moving beside me.” your husband opened an eye slightly to look at you before placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “It’s still early, sleep a little more.” it was indeed a lazy and slow morning, and as much as you wanted to continue lazing in bed with him, you knew you had to get up. 
“Can’t do that, love, I have to start preparing your birthday feast,” you smiled and kissed his cheek, “you can sleep a little more though, you had a late night yesterday.” Pushing yourself up, you interlocked your fingers and stretched a little. Your husband lazily grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his embrace.
“Stay in bed with me a little longer,” he nuzzled against your neck, his ruby eyes staring deep into yours. “I can’t sleep well without you.” you looked at his sleepy face and bit your lip, hiding the urge to giggle. 
“Fine,” you relented, “but just five minutes, okay? There’s lots to do. I have to marinate the meat and prepare the drinks,” you turned away from him and faced the ceiling, mentally ticking off all the errands you had to do, “oh, I also have to pick up your birthday flowers. I have to pick up your coat, and I also have to meet Kaeya to take”—
—he decided to keep you quiet. 
“Shhh, you’re too noisy,” Diluc muttered against your lips, giving you another kiss before you could retort. “Just forget about the celebration for a while and stay here with me.” 
“Fine, fine, birthday boy.” you laughed and felt your husband pull you snugly against his chest once more. You remained in his embrace, counting the light freckles across his pretty face. “You’re lucky I love you.” 
“You wouldn’t have married me if you didn’t love me.” 
You had a cheeky response at the tip of your tongue, but you held those words back once you saw Diluc going back to sleep with a smile. You decided you weren’t going to tease him today, especially since it was his birthday. Kissing him softly on the lips, you whispered, “I love you, Diluc,” before slowly wiggling out of his embrace and quietly pushing yourself off the bed to get your day started. 
“I love you, more…” a faint reply came as you saw your husband shifting around, finally hugging your pillow tightly before letting out a satisfied sigh. You kissed him on the forehead before leaving the bedroom, thinking to yourself that you were indeed the luckiest person alive to be married to him.
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flamingblinglove · 4 hours
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LAW, APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW!!
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flamingblinglove · 7 hours
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Birthday morning
Characters: Diluc x gender neutral!reader
Genre: None (modern and canon works fine)
Warnings: SFW, fluff, established relationship (Diluc and reader are married)
A/N: Happy birthday to my OG genshin husband <333 finally writing for genshin after playing this game for 4 freaking years LOL I am finally doing it!!! I hope you all like it as I slowly get back to the writing grind too <3
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As the earth slowly woke up to the warm rays of the sun, the light shown through the windows, gently illuminating the bedroom and caressing the features of the man stirring beside you. 
You watched his chest rise and fall slowly, you felt the hot air escape from his lips as he breathed. You gazed at his sleeping form, wondering what he was dreaming of, and if you were in it. You raised your hand and stroked away an unruly strand of flaming red hair about to tickle his eyelashes, and you continued watching him, wondering how lucky you were to have him beside you like this. 
“For how long were you going to watch me?” a smooth velvet voice rumbled and you jumped in shock, not expecting him to wake up so soon, and clearly not expecting him to be aware of your stares. You didn’t know how long you had been staring at him too. Diluc let out a chuckle and snuggled deeper into the pillow, lacing an arm lazily across your waist to pull you closer. 
“For how long were you awake?” you teased in return, smiling as you saw the corners of his lips twitch ever so slightly. You let out a warm breath and snuggled closer to him, placing your palm on his chest to feel his steady heartbeat. 
“From the moment I felt you moving beside me.” your husband opened an eye slightly to look at you before placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose. “It’s still early, sleep a little more.” it was indeed a lazy and slow morning, and as much as you wanted to continue lazing in bed with him, you knew you had to get up. 
“Can’t do that, love, I have to start preparing your birthday feast,” you smiled and kissed his cheek, “you can sleep a little more though, you had a late night yesterday.” Pushing yourself up, you interlocked your fingers and stretched a little. Your husband lazily grabbed your wrist and pulled you back into his embrace.
“Stay in bed with me a little longer,” he nuzzled against your neck, his ruby eyes staring deep into yours. “I can’t sleep well without you.” you looked at his sleepy face and bit your lip, hiding the urge to giggle. 
“Fine,” you relented, “but just five minutes, okay? There’s lots to do. I have to marinate the meat and prepare the drinks,” you turned away from him and faced the ceiling, mentally ticking off all the errands you had to do, “oh, I also have to pick up your birthday flowers. I have to pick up your coat, and I also have to meet Kaeya to take”—
—he decided to keep you quiet. 
“Shhh, you’re too noisy,” Diluc muttered against your lips, giving you another kiss before you could retort. “Just forget about the celebration for a while and stay here with me.” 
“Fine, fine, birthday boy.” you laughed and felt your husband pull you snugly against his chest once more. You remained in his embrace, counting the light freckles across his pretty face. “You’re lucky I love you.” 
“You wouldn’t have married me if you didn’t love me.” 
You had a cheeky response at the tip of your tongue, but you held those words back once you saw Diluc going back to sleep with a smile. You decided you weren’t going to tease him today, especially since it was his birthday. Kissing him softly on the lips, you whispered, “I love you, Diluc,” before slowly wiggling out of his embrace and quietly pushing yourself off the bed to get your day started. 
“I love you, more…” a faint reply came as you saw your husband shifting around, finally hugging your pillow tightly before letting out a satisfied sigh. You kissed him on the forehead before leaving the bedroom, thinking to yourself that you were indeed the luckiest person alive to be married to him.
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flamingblinglove · 20 hours
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Storm’s End
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Usually, he can manage just fine when the season comes. Every season, he fights this. And every season, it gets harder and harder to ignore. Until he cannot wait any longer and you are perfect, just as you are.
Neuvillette/Female Reader, in which Neuvillette is a dragon, determined to breed. Explicit sexual content; breeding kink. MDNI.
Story also on AO3; link only accessible for registered users.
Usually, he can manage just fine when the season comes.  Bury himself in work, keep busy, limit his interaction with you until it passes and he is no longer blinded by pure, needy lust.  You are disappointed, nerves frayed, but nonetheless, understanding.
He doesn’t want to hurt you, or force you into a decision all because of his instincts.  Instincts that override all basic logic.
Neuvillette is fighting them as you wish him a good morning.  He can smell the difference in your hormones, your body undergoing your own cycle, priming itself.  Very rarely were you in sync with him.
He swallows.
You’re perfect right now.  He could take you, here in the kitchen, and have you filled to the brim before the pot of coffee has even finished—
“Neuvi?”
You blink up at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.  Concern lines your brow for the briefest of seconds.
“Let me help,” you plea.  “Please, Neuvillette, I’m your partner…”
“You do not know what you ask of me, mon cœur.”
“Then tell me.  Prepare me.  How is it any different than what we’ve done before?”
That fire, that fight, in you isn’t helping anything.  Certainly not the strain of his members against his pants.  The knowledge that you are ripe, absolutely divine and essentially guaranteed to bloom only compounds matters more and he grips the top of his cane tighter, gloves squeaking slightly.
Every season, he fights this.  And every season, it gets harder and harder to ignore.
“I cannot stop once I give in,” he says at last.    “Not until…”
You step up to him and whisper teasingly against his lips.
“Then breed me, Neuvillette.”
The last of his self-control snaps as your breath carries every reminder, changed by your hormones.
You are pinned to the kitchen wall in an instant, skirt hiked and panties pushed aside, his forked tongue tasting every inch of your mouth.  His teeth graze your lips and he tastes tiny drops of blood as your moan catches against his tongue.  His fingers delve, finding you not only wet but eager.  He pulls away just enough to take in your swollen lips, flushed face, half-lidded eyes.
Beautiful.  And he intends to make you even more so.
He holds your gaze, under no impression he is composed any longer; your eyes flicker to his lips and you wiggle against him, creating friction that sends a delicious shiver up his spine.  Neuvillette presses you against the wall further.
“There’s no going back,” he says with what little control he can muster.  “You won’t be leaving his house until your womb is full or the season ends.  The former is far more probable.”
It’s your turn for your breath to catch and you swallow audibly.
“Then at least take me in bed, first?” you ask.
The bedroom isn’t far.  In the haze of your musk, Neuvillette manages to swiftly throw you onto the bed, unfasten his belt, and return his mouth to yours with unprecedented speed.  His tips nudge you, one aligned at your clit and the other at your entrance.  Neuvillette cannot help the growl that escapes him as he pushes into you to the hilt.
His strokes are deep and your walls clench, already demanding seed from him; he hasn’t even begun properly and you would see both of you undone in mere seconds.
That won’t stop him.  Not in this state.
You buck against him, meeting stroke for stroke but far too eager to keep a solid pace.
“Both, please, Neuvi.  I can take it,” you whine.  “Want to take it.”
You never have before.  His heart quickens and his cocks throb at the prospect.  He feels pre-cum drip from his exposed tip.
He obliges you without hesitation, withdrawing entirely and slowly parting you with both members.  You are tight, perhaps too tight, and he fights the urge to bury himself immediately.
And then, all is lost.
He can feel nothing but the warm velvet of your walls.  The room fills with your delicious moans and cries and the wet sounds of your coupling, the slap of skin on skin as he lifts your legs and pounds into you.  He has perfect access at this angle.  As your orgasm rips a silent scream from you, Neuvillette shoots deep inside, pumping into you as you ride out the first and then a second peak.
Neuvillette doesn’t leave you and instead helps turn you both onto your sides, facing one another.  You roll your hips, still eager, but your movement is languid and fatigued, your eyes glazed over with satisfaction and exhaustion.
A good session, but not successful.
Not yet.
The mere thought makes him twitch inside you again.  But first, he must let you rest.  It was a delicate balance now between caring for you and seeing to it that his seed took.  And it will.  It is only a matter of when, for he is nothing if not dedicated.
“Sleep for now, mon cœur,” he whispers.  “We are far from finished.”
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flamingblinglove · 22 hours
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I was not expecting this to win but wow okay thank you for helping me decide 😍😍😍 sappy lovesick diluc it shall be hehe
So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 1 day
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 1 day
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forfeit 🥀
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flamingblinglove · 1 day
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 1 day
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 2 days
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Storm’s End
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Usually, he can manage just fine when the season comes. Every season, he fights this. And every season, it gets harder and harder to ignore. Until he cannot wait any longer and you are perfect, just as you are.
Neuvillette/Female Reader, in which Neuvillette is a dragon, determined to breed. Explicit sexual content; breeding kink. MDNI.
Story also on AO3; link only accessible for registered users.
Usually, he can manage just fine when the season comes.  Bury himself in work, keep busy, limit his interaction with you until it passes and he is no longer blinded by pure, needy lust.  You are disappointed, nerves frayed, but nonetheless, understanding.
He doesn’t want to hurt you, or force you into a decision all because of his instincts.  Instincts that override all basic logic.
Neuvillette is fighting them as you wish him a good morning.  He can smell the difference in your hormones, your body undergoing your own cycle, priming itself.  Very rarely were you in sync with him.
He swallows.
You’re perfect right now.  He could take you, here in the kitchen, and have you filled to the brim before the pot of coffee has even finished—
“Neuvi?”
You blink up at him, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.  Concern lines your brow for the briefest of seconds.
“Let me help,” you plea.  “Please, Neuvillette, I’m your partner…”
“You do not know what you ask of me, mon cœur.”
“Then tell me.  Prepare me.  How is it any different than what we’ve done before?”
That fire, that fight, in you isn’t helping anything.  Certainly not the strain of his members against his pants.  The knowledge that you are ripe, absolutely divine and essentially guaranteed to bloom only compounds matters more and he grips the top of his cane tighter, gloves squeaking slightly.
Every season, he fights this.  And every season, it gets harder and harder to ignore.
“I cannot stop once I give in,” he says at last.    “Not until…”
You step up to him and whisper teasingly against his lips.
“Then breed me, Neuvillette.”
The last of his self-control snaps as your breath carries every reminder, changed by your hormones.
You are pinned to the kitchen wall in an instant, skirt hiked and panties pushed aside, his forked tongue tasting every inch of your mouth.  His teeth graze your lips and he tastes tiny drops of blood as your moan catches against his tongue.  His fingers delve, finding you not only wet but eager.  He pulls away just enough to take in your swollen lips, flushed face, half-lidded eyes.
Beautiful.  And he intends to make you even more so.
He holds your gaze, under no impression he is composed any longer; your eyes flicker to his lips and you wiggle against him, creating friction that sends a delicious shiver up his spine.  Neuvillette presses you against the wall further.
“There’s no going back,” he says with what little control he can muster.  “You won’t be leaving his house until your womb is full or the season ends.  The former is far more probable.”
It’s your turn for your breath to catch and you swallow audibly.
“Then at least take me in bed, first?” you ask.
The bedroom isn’t far.  In the haze of your musk, Neuvillette manages to swiftly throw you onto the bed, unfasten his belt, and return his mouth to yours with unprecedented speed.  His tips nudge you, one aligned at your clit and the other at your entrance.  Neuvillette cannot help the growl that escapes him as he pushes into you to the hilt.
His strokes are deep and your walls clench, already demanding seed from him; he hasn’t even begun properly and you would see both of you undone in mere seconds.
That won’t stop him.  Not in this state.
You buck against him, meeting stroke for stroke but far too eager to keep a solid pace.
“Both, please, Neuvi.  I can take it,” you whine.  “Want to take it.”
You never have before.  His heart quickens and his cocks throb at the prospect.  He feels pre-cum drip from his exposed tip.
He obliges you without hesitation, withdrawing entirely and slowly parting you with both members.  You are tight, perhaps too tight, and he fights the urge to bury himself immediately.
And then, all is lost.
He can feel nothing but the warm velvet of your walls.  The room fills with your delicious moans and cries and the wet sounds of your coupling, the slap of skin on skin as he lifts your legs and pounds into you.  He has perfect access at this angle.  As your orgasm rips a silent scream from you, Neuvillette shoots deep inside, pumping into you as you ride out the first and then a second peak.
Neuvillette doesn’t leave you and instead helps turn you both onto your sides, facing one another.  You roll your hips, still eager, but your movement is languid and fatigued, your eyes glazed over with satisfaction and exhaustion.
A good session, but not successful.
Not yet.
The mere thought makes him twitch inside you again.  But first, he must let you rest.  It was a delicate balance now between caring for you and seeing to it that his seed took.  And it will.  It is only a matter of when, for he is nothing if not dedicated.
“Sleep for now, mon cœur,” he whispers.  “We are far from finished.”
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flamingblinglove · 2 days
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 2 days
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 2 days
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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flamingblinglove · 2 days
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So I'm going for the high school au and I cannot decide which do I want LMAO.......
If I were to get inspiration from picture 1 it would be diluc and I going home after school and I fell asleep on his shoulder <3
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If I were to get inspiration from picture 2 it would be us in the classroom and diluc is looking at me like that <3
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Please help me make decisions hahaha thank you 😬
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the story by jonghyun directed by: dari (source)
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thigh riding with diluc while he’s working on his office on dawn winery 🤤 he’s busy with work but he could never deny his darling some pleasure
⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ cw. thigh riding, touch starved diluc <3, fem! reader
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scarlet hair tousled, red cheeks resembling that of strawberries and a shirt with a couple buttons opened, all accentuated by a sheen lace of sweat around diluc's sharp collarbones as he exhales shakily into his chest.
parted lips, lidded eyes, the master of the dawn winery certainly believed that in the beginning, this was a good idea, not to mention easy— barely a sweat, right? he thought to himself, no work he had to actually participate in while you're the one showing him how your soft folds press and drag against his clothed thigh, your whines octaves higher the more you glazed your wet pussy over the aching fabric.
and you press forward, press back, arch your back as he looks at you, his face tilted to the side when you pull your shirt up to reveal your tits and erected nipples, all the while beginning to play with one mound— squeezing and squeezing your breast so filthily that he shamelessly moans as his dick throbbed in his pants.
he was thinking that fuck; i want to fuck you, fuck you so much, want to flip you against the table and pull my dick inside you so hard, it will make you see stars baby it will.
yet of course, diluc, your sweet diluc, always angelic and gentleman alike— wasn't one to choose those particular words, they weren't in his vocabulary.
perhaps, they were barely used, yet they were there.
you wrap your arms around his neck and enjoy the rough treatment of fabric on your sore folds, tits messily pressed into his chest now, eyes glimmering with desire to cum.
diluc thought to himself that what would be the odds, if he would just skip his paperwork and sufficiently stretch your hole like you deserve before he spreads white strings of his cum onto your sore walls— didn't someone once claim that having something hot and sticky plastered onto something sore would help aid against the soreness? or maybe he just made that up right now.
dilic's thigh desperately changes angles, nudges up and helps you prolong your sweet pleasure as two warm palms graze at your hips, keeping you steady on his thigh before he groans again— sounding absolutely desperate, almost like a pathetic man, so touch starved that it killed him inside.
your toes curl when he rose his leg up to faintly brush over your clit, until he could see your sticky fluids mess up his pants. it's so hot, no, scrap that, you were, you were the hottest, most beautiful, fuck, he cannot find words to describe you.
not only that, but after a while, the master of the dawn winery was on the brink of turning wrecked and feral— diluc now, started touching himself helplessly, fondling with the obvious bulge in his pants while watching you. always watching you.
he grinds needily into his palm until the hot splash of you cumming all over his thigh made him, at the same time, batter his cum inside his messed up boxers, wet strands and ropes of his seed, showing a wet splotch imbedded into the dark fabric.
ah well, you know what comes next, don't you? because diluc cannot work like that? don't be silly. he might as well just make his filthy dream come true.
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