CW: Sick!reader, Reverse Harem, Matriarchial society, hair playing, fluff, soft!reader (or as soft as she can be)
Zhongli couldn't help the sigh that left him as he heard the news. You worked yourself too hard. He told you; Lumine told you; Ayaka told you. Just about everyone told you and yet you refused to listen. He thanked the attendant who told him and headed for the room they said you were in. He gently knocked on the door and before he pushed it open, the door whirled open and he came face to face with Mona herself, who was closing the satchel on her side.
"Zhongli." She acknowledged him with a tilt of her head. He answered with a bow. "Now that you're here perhaps you can get her stubborn self to listen and take the medicine."
"I don’t need it." You croaked out, your hand coming to rest on your forehead, removing the cloth and sitting up to face the two of them. "I'll be fine in a short while. Just give me peace and quiet."
Mona let out a tired sigh. Zhongli felt sympathy for her, knowing firsthand how hard it can be to take care of you, especially when you refuse to allow them - allow anyone - to help you.
Thrusting the medicine into his hand, Mona left but not before letting out a few last words. "I'll check on you tonight. If the medicines are not gone by then - and I mean that you took them - not thrown them away, I will force them down the hard way."
You just rolled your eyes and laid back down, your fingers coming up to massage the side of your head.
"You're not invincible," He hushed out, not wanting to speak any louder than necessary and further aggravate your head.
"Are you admonishing me?" Perhaps if he did not know you as well as he does, he would be frightened by your tone. Yet all he could hear is the tiredness seeping through your tone and all he wanted to do was help you.
"Of course not," he had moved to the water bin left beside the bed you were resting on. It was still relatively cold so he dumped the wash cloth into the water and wrung it out before smoothing back the wet strands sticking to your forehead and placing the cloth down. "I'm just worried, that’s all."
A sound akin to a snort left your mouth. Zhongli frowned at that. Even years by your side didn't make getting closer to you easy at times. It has to be the right time and the right place or else him and anyone else who tried will be met with either scalding remarks or just silence.
He didn't move from his spot kneeling next to the bed. His hand went to brush against your face but he hesitated. He curled his fist, unsure about what to do. He did not want to leave you but he also did not want to hinder your recovery. His hands fell to his side and he situated himself so that his back was leaning against the bed.
A sigh left you, "What are you doing?"
"I wont leave. I wont bother you but I am not going to leave you while your ill."
Perhaps you wanted to say something. Argue with him or maybe even try to throw him out, not wanting him to see you in such a vulnerable state. However, it was a testament to how awful you felt that you just let him be.
Diluc
It was an odd feeling, you thought. The gentle brush of fingers through your loose strands of hair, making sure not to accidently tug at a knot or pull out strands of hair. You were much more used to the rough handling and pulling of the intricate hairstyles you had to wear out in public. It was to show your strength and unending defeat - something you have been continuously reminded of whenever you were forced to sit still for over an hour while your maids messed with your long strands. Not to mention the uncomfortableness of the pins that would sometimes rub right against your skull, digging into the skin.
Usually, come nightfall, you would either roughly tug the pins out and let your hair fall free. But what followed the next day was always the same, except maybe you were forced to sit a little longer if you managed to sleep with your hair down, thus tangling it up more.
Compared to that treatment, the way Diluc is carefully unbraiding and brushing out your strands was an odd change. He never yanked the pins out, instead he carefully unpinned them, making sure not to get any lose baby hairs or strands. Instead of hurriedly running his fingers through the braids to undo them faster, he gently unwound them, one strand at a time. Only when they were completely done, he would gather your hair and brush through them, starting from the bottom and working his way up.
It was relatively silent between the two of you but it wasn't uncomfortable. Every now and then you could hear Diluc humming as he ran his fingers through the brushed hair. Even long after he had finished, he remained in his spot behind you, playing with your hair and you couldn't bring yourself to stop him. Delighting in the gentle scrap of his fingers on your scalp, you leant your head back and gazed up at him.
You openly kept your eyes on him even as you watched him try to advert his own eyes, more than likely trying to not flush under your intense gaze - it didn't help that you were not wearing the band around your eyes like you normally do.
He cleared his throat and withdrew his hands and you had to suppress your own distaste at that movement, lest he take it the wrong way. "I'm finished." However, he didn't make any movement to get up from behind you on the bed and let you keep your head resting on his thighs.
"Are you sure?" There was an underlying question in your tone and Diluc froze, his eyes darting to the side trying to think of anything he missed. Your lips quirked up ever so lightly.
"I don’t believe there is anything else for me to do." He leant back against his heels.
"What happens to all your hard work when I go lay down? The past hour you spent taking care of my hair only for it to be ruined in a few minutes. Seems like such a shame."
"It's okay. I can just take care of your hair again tomorrow." He was so sincere and heartfelt that you couldn't bring yourself to tease him.
"Why don’t you put it up for me. So that I can sleep without any difficulties." After speaking, you lifted your head from his lap so that he could have access to your strands.
He collected the strands of hair between his hands. "How do you want me to put it up?"
You just shrugged, "surprise me."
You couldn't see it now, but Diluc couldn't help the smile that grew on his face.
Despite Y/n being one of the youngest, she is the rightful heir to the crown and Empress's seat. Her father was the son of a second, lesser-known royal family so he had had some of the divine blood in him. However, men generally are not blessed with as much power from the gods when they are born. Even so, Y/n's father managed to retain a little which caused him to become the emperor and marry the empress. He gave birth to the only two legitimate children, Y/n and Dainsleif. Due to how the society is, Y/n was labeled next in line for the throne.
However, despite the fact that she was the rightful heir, she was hated since the day she was born. When she was born, her eyes were a bright, blood red which was seen as an ill omen. When the empress saw her daughter's eyes, she ordered Y/n to be killed just a few days after she was born. However, it was her father who begged for her to be spared and said that she doesn't need to be crown heir next - even thought this would cause him to become despised and criticized by the general public. because of the fact that he was the emperor but was unable to give the empress a promising and strong heir. Her mother conceded but only on one exception - Y/n had to be blinded so that no one will ever see her eyes. This happened when she was only a week old. After this, her eyes were permanently covered with a cloth. She was then denounced and lived under her father's care, not being seen by anyone else for a long time.
While under her father's care, he made sure she was loved and taken care of. However, despite this, he was also teaching her multiple things that would always stick with her and shape the way she grows up. He taught her to despise the royal families and what they had become. While he did truly love his daughter, he wanted her to be strong and take back her rightful place one day. He knew that eventually people would find out what he was teaching her and it would cost him his life, but he knew he had to push forward until that day came.
When her father started to teach her, Y/n did not want to learn and instead wanted to play with her siblings. However, anytime she tried she got in trouble and had to be punished. One time when she was three, she was playing outside in the grass when she accidently ruined her older sister Signora's dressed and as a result got punished by having her hands canned. Her siblings also made fun of her and terrorized her whenever they got the chance. Of them all, the worst were Signora, Ei, and Rosaria. The others weren't as bad but they never tried to helped her or stop her older sisters. The only one who ever tried was Dainsleif but as a result, he usually ended up getting punished to an even worst degree than Y/n. Even the staff walked away and let it all happen. Eventually, after a few years she had begun to resent her family and only spend time around her father and Dainsleif. These two became the only family members that Y/n truly loved.
For the next few years, she remined dutiful in learning anything and everything from her father. However, eventually fate cause up to her father and he was caught. Originally, he thought that if he was caught, he would be the only one punished, but he soon learned that they were going to place blame on Y/n as well. By learning this, he managed to get people who were loyal to him to send Y/n away and across the sea. However, even though she got away, it wasn't fast enough because she still witnessed her father execution as she was quickly taken away.
When it comes to her family, the only ones she can say she truly loved were her father and Dainsleif. Her father had a long lasting impression on her and the main reason as of why she is doing what she is. They also played a big part on how she treated men. She saw how her father was discarded and used and how it affected him. She also saw her brother forced into an abusive life and marriage. She promised herself she would change these aspects of life, but first she needed to gain back her power.
The only one who remained by her side was Zhongli who was thirteen when Y/n was sent away. Zhongli was a Dracotaur and was saved by the emperor when he was a young child, so his loyalty laid with the emperor and his family. Due to his natural abilities and strengths - while never granted a knight's positions due to his gender- he took the role as Y/n's protector and remained by her side longer than anyone.
When she was around eight years old, she started to suffer through nightmares that consisted of delirium and madness. In these dreams, she was constantly in pain and in some she even ended up killing herself. By the time she was fifteen was when everything became much worse. By then, she could barely distinguish what was real and what wasn't. As a result, one evening she thought that she was dreaming and as a result ended up accidently killing herself. Except this time, she wasn't dreaming and as a result ended up bleeding out due to self-inflicted wounds. It was Zhongli who found her.
It was at her funeral that things became chaotic. By tradition, her body was to be burned. However, as her body was burning, the flames became overbearing and uncontrollable. The flames then centered directly towards Y/n and circled around her and shot up in the shape of a large bird - a phoenix. Once the fire dissipated, Y/n stood directly in the center, completely unharmed. Even her eyes, which were previously horrible disfigured, were once more fixed and back to the blood red color they were when she was born.
However, she quickly learned that those who looked directly in her eyes were driven to insanity and brought immense pain. So once again she kept her eyes covered. It was only later that she learned that it was those who held negative feelings for her that her eyes would affect. If someone held genuine, honest feelings for her - whether romantic or platonic - they would not have to suffer the pain that came as a result of looking into her eyes.
Hello everyone! So I am making some changes to this blog. I opened a new one which will be linked down below and all of my works are going to be transferred over to there.
That means that any new works I do regarding this AU will now be on the new blog. I am working on the asks I currently have and they will eventually be answered on the other blog.
What would happen if someone insults the empress in front of them
Diluc is one of the most affronted and disgusted. Although he does the best at hiding his feelings as well. He cant believe someone would not only think something so horrible about the empress but also have the gall to say something like that out loud. He doesn't try to reprimand them. One - it is not allowed due to his position and two - he's more focused on how you're going to react.
Ayato doesn't have a reaction but that is not to say that he isn't angry. For one, if someone were to say something Infront of her/openly insult her, they must have a high position (at least more important than his). However, if he can get away with a few sharp resorts, trust me he will. He can manage to toe the line between straight disrespect while still knowing what his position will allow him.
Thoma is the one who will try to diffuse the situation. Trying to placate the members of the harem who are showing their distain and shock. If he had to, he will probably try to offer up food or drinks to try and divert the conversation into something else. Venti may offer to help him but playing an instrument or dancing.
Kazuha will focus on the reader. If she seems annoyed or even upset he will focus on trying to cheer her up later when they are alone.
Al-Haitham doesn't really care. He may glance at the reader to see how she'll react but other than that he know well enough that petty insults will not faze the reader. However, he wont stop the few swear words that float through his mind as he looks at the person who insulted the empress.
Xiao can help but think how dare you. He looks up to the empress not just in a romantic/sexual sense but also in the changes she is trying to implement. He would love to attack whoever insults her but just barely manages to refrain himself - with perhaps the help of Zhongli who he also looks up to. When he is alone or with Zhongli he may rant a little.
Itto goes on a long rant about how that person is wrong and, in turn, lists numerous reasons why the empress is amazing. He'll most likely wear that person out just by his pure adoration of the reader.
Childe slipping out a knife from out of nowhere - prepare to die.
Scaramouche is so close to following Tartaglia's reaction. This is the only time that the two of them are on the same page.
The Reader really doesn't care when people insult her. If anything she actually enjoys watching how all her harem members get when someone insults her. However, if someone insults one of them then, well,... that's another thing completely.
CW: Reverse Harem, Empress!reader, consort!character, dom!reader, sub!character, rough sex, very little preparation, manhandling, slight exhibitionism, consensual-nonconsensual, safeword (not used, but mentioned), aftercare, dom/sub, slight subspace, crying, jealousy, reader sucks at communication, slight insecurities.
"I'm sorry, Prince Consort, but her majesty has called for another for the night."
Diluc paused in his movements, his hand frozen in the air. "Oh," he steeled his face to make sure his feelings weren't apparent. "I - I see." Yet he couldn't stop the wavering in his voice. He knew it wasn't his right to feel jealous. You had multiple consorts by now and it was necessary for you to at least show all of them some semblance of affection. But, you've rarely called for any of them to serve you through the night, the only time that happened was when a new member was inducted into the harem and you two spent the night together, per tradition. On a regular night, Diluc was the one who would spend the night with you.
The servant was fiddling with their clothing as they waited for Diluc to do something. With practiced precision, Diluc turned and offered a kind smile to the servant. "Thank you for letting me know."
"Of course," she bowed. "If you want, I can get the cooks to make you something. Or I heard that a few of the others in the harem are playing card games, if you would like to join them."
"That sounds lovely, but I think I am going to retire for the night." Returning a small bow to the servant, he turned around and headed back towards his room. He had to force down the burning in his eyes and the burning of his throat, the entire walk back to his own room. When he got to his room and closed the door, he sagged against the door and rubbed his palms against his eyelids. It wasn't like him to feel like this, it wasn't like this for him to act like this. He knew you weren't doing this out of malicious intent, hell, even if you were, he had no right to feel this frustration bubble up inside him. Its just that, with the last few days and the way you have been acting, he cant help but feel like he made you upset. It felt like he was right back to the time when you two first got married. All closed off and clipped words with you barely acknowledging him.
After washing up and changing out of his clothes, he realized that barely fifteen minutes have passed. Usually, he would be bathing with you, laying out your set of clothing that he had personally made, brushing out and undoing your hair (one of his favorite past times), and sometime you would even get a servant to bring in cake and tea for the two of you to share - although once his guard was lowered and he was more relaxed, he would be the only one indulging in the sweetness of the cake and the bitterness of the tea. Some nights things would get more intimate, other times you would just let him rest against your chest and on the rare night where you were worn down, you would claim his lap with your head.
The next day was no better but he refused to show his despair so he did what he always did.
The following night, he learned that you were still in one of the council rooms, despite the moon coming out hours ago. Despite the uncertain feelings he was having, his heart hurt at thinking about you struggling and forcing yourself to go on. He knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep with these thoughts in his head so he headed towards where you currently were.
He paused right before he went to knock on the door, his thoughts running haywire. What if he was just bothering you? It was obvious that you didn't want him around you lately so what if he toes the line and gets you truly angry at him. But the other part of him couldn't stand letting you overwork yourself like this. Steeling his nerves, he knocked on the door once, twice before your voice called out.
"Enter."
Unconsciously brushing his hair behind his ear and straightening his posture, he pushed open the doors. It was relatively dim in the room and the light of the moon shone into the room, highlighting where you sat. You were on a tatami mat holding a scroll in one hand and a calligraphy brush in the other. You barely glanced at him as he entered and he felt himself waiver.
"The servants told me that you've been in here all day…" he trailed off, suddenly feeling lost and out of place.
All he received was a small hum from you.
"They claimed that you haven't eaten as well."
Still no response, and he felt himself floundering even if it wasn't physically present.
"I can get the cooks to prepare something," quickly adding on, "or I can prepare something for you." Usually, you would say that you prefer anything he makes and whenever he sees you enjoy his own food, he feels happiness swell inside him.
"No need." You finally, finally acknowledged him but the happiness he felt was quickly diminished at your tone. You spoke flatly and your eyes held no emotion in them. "I don't think I can stomach anything you or the cooks would make."
"If your not feeling well, you should rest or let one of the mages see you." He took a step towards you.
"They couldn't help." Another curt reply.
"Mona is one of the best mages, perhaps -"
"If your done here, you can leave."
He froze in his spot. Why are you being so cold? You've never acted so callously with him before. Before he knew it, he was blinking back tears. His mouth opened to say something but he was unsure. Afraid to push you further and make you angry, he just did what he was taught to when his wife was angry.
"I'm sorry," he whispered out.
"Hah?"
He flinched as your harsh laugh filled the room.
"Why are you apologizing?" You cocked your head to the side, analyzing him.
"I… I must have done something wrong. Forgive me, It's my fault."
A small sound escaped you. "What did you do wrong?" It sounded like you wanted an actual answer and he was lost on what to say to appease you.
He shook his head, "I - I don’t know. But If I did something to anger you," He got on his knees as he spoke, his head bowed low. "Please deal out the punishment you deem fit."
Even with his head bowed, he could feel your eyes on his form.
"You did." Your acknowledgment of him doing something to anger you caused a burning in his throat and he sniffled as his nose became runny. "Answer me this. Why do you think it is appropriate to welcome touches from other people. Especially ones that come to undermine me."
"H-huh?" He wanted to snap his head back up, look in your eyes that are usually hidden from view but he couldn't. He wracked his head to try and remember what you were talking about but his mind went blank. The most he could remember was the few guest that got a bit raunchy with their words after a few too many drinks but beyond that, all he remembered was staying by your side, making sure you were served and happy throughout the night.
You tilted your head as you took him in. You could see the sharp exhale that left him and the slight, unconscious movement of his head.
"No answer?"
"I -" he stalled before he answered. He knew he could try and lie to appease you but he also knew that you would most likely see right through that and get even more frustrated. Moreso, that wasn't him. He couldn't bring himself to lie to you, to try and deceive you, it made him feel nauseous and his hands clammy. "I can't remember that," he chose his words carefully. "But, I promise that I would never be unfaithful or - or seek out other's touches. My only focused was on you, only you." He flushed as he registered his words. He could happily admit all this to himself but he tried to prevent bold declarations out loud as to not make you uncomfortable - and because it just wasn't deemed appropriate of someone in his position.
He couldn't see, but your eyes soften every so slightly at his words. In the back of your mind you knew that Diluc was the last person to every be unfaithful or even flirt with someone else. You trust him enough to know this. But, when you think about the interactions at the party all those nights ago, the lecherous words, the sleezy looks, the salacious touches, it lit a fire inside you that you weren't used to and you didn't know how to extinguish it.
"You should go to your room for the night." You spoke in a gentle voice. Your hand came and gave him a soft pat on the head. "If you stay…" you paused and your eyebrows furrow. "I am afraid I might hurt you."
Huh? Hurt me? He thought. His head finally look up towards where you stood above him.
"I cannot make any promises to be gentle. Especially knowing that such filth deemed themselves worthy enough to touch you."
You started to walk towards the door and Diluc, in a movement that was so unlike him, grabbed onto your clothing, clutching it tightly in his hand.
"Very well," desperately holding onto your clothing, praying that you wouldn't shrug him off. He rested his forehead against your thigh. "Get rid of the filth. Do what you need to do to get rid of your anger."
With his grip on your leg, he felt you move. His heart dropped, thinking that you were still going to walk away but instead he felt a finger under his chin, lifting his head up. His lips parted as the two of you made eye contact and he felt a shiver wrack through his body at the heated look in your eyes. You were squatted in front of him, "I wont be easy on you tonight." He knew you were giving him an out if he wanted one, but he couldn't find it in himself to be afraid or even want to back out. He could feel the arousal build between his legs and all he wanted was to be with you, to have you claim him.
"I know. It's okay."
With his consent, you moved you other hand into his red locks and tugged so that his face was angled upwards. The two of you were so close, you could hear the small hitch in his breath and see his pupils dilate. The other hand that remained under his jaw, cupped his cheek and stroked it once before you roughly connected your lips to his.
"nng," A soft moan left his lips as yours connected with his. It wasn't like the usual gentle caress, instead it was harsh, teeth clashing and you tugged at his bottom lip before sliding your tongue into his mouth, laying claim to wherever you could. His hands remained clinging onto your clothes as he let you take control until you were satisfied.
When you finally disconnected your lips, there was a string of saliva connected between you and Diluc. He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. You stayed close enough so that you could feel his soft pants on your lips. He wasn't sure why you paused and without realizing, he moved closer to you, aching to reconnect his lips with yours. When you stopped him, a small whine left his lips, "please."
Your hands let go of his hair and face and instead traveled to his neck and down his chest. He was in his night time clothes along with an additional robe. You easily pushed the robe off of him and it pooled onto the floor around him. His nighttime clothes were loose and fell down his shoulders and onto his elbows, exposing his chest to you. One of your hands skimmed over the expanse of his chest and you ran your thumb over his nipple. His chest was heaving as he waited for your next movements. Despite the soft touches he was currently receiving, he knew you wouldn't remain so gentle.
Looking over Diluc, you debated what to do with him. He was still kneeling on the floor, but now he had half of his body exposed and you could see his thighs peak out from his clothing but the most obvious thing about him was the tent forming against his clothing. While scanning him, your eyes drifted to the window behind him and a smirk graced your lips.
Pulling back from him entirely, "stand up."
You didn't help him as he shakily moved off his knees and onto his feet. The clothing was still barely hanging onto his frame as he stood in front of you. Your hands went to his waist and turned him around without another word so that his back was facing you and his front was angled towards the window. He wasn't close enough so that people could see him, but that was something you were going to change soon enough. Your hand went to his back and he flinched at the touch before relaxing. You tugged off his remaining clothing until he was left completely bare.
You ran a hand over his back and pushed him forward. Not expecting it, he stumbled at your harsh movement and had to steady himself against the glass of the window. After gaining clarity, he flushed and took a step back but was unable to as you had pressed yourself right up against him.
"W-wait," you guys weren't high enough so that no one could see you but if someone were to look up a floor or two, they would get a full unadulterated view of Diluc in all his glory.
"Don’t tell me now your embarrassed," you licked your middle and ring finger before bring them down to his rim. Circling the puffy rim before inching in one finger to the first knuckle before pulling back a little and pushing in further. Diluc jerked in your grasp. "When not that long ago you were letting others happily touch you. Right in front of me too." You emphasized your words with a harsh thrust of your finger, making sure to curl it upwards as you did.
"I - aa-ahh - I didn't," he tried to talk but all that he could manage were the small moans leaving his lips.
"Oh? You didn't? You didn't what? Let them touch you. Let them run their hands over you?" You pushed your other finger into him and scissored your fingers without any real rhythm, wanting to stretch him out just enough so that you could finally have him.
"Didn't realize they were." He managed to gasp out between the roughness of your fingers.
You barked out a laugh, "Really? Because the way you let them touch you, caress you, it seemed like you enjoyed the attention." You pulled your fingers out of him and watched as his hole gapped. Feigning a shrug, "Maybe its my fault."
Diluc snapped his head back towards you and quickly shook his head but before he could say anything you continued, "Maybe I haven't given you enough attention? Maybe, the marks I left on you didn't properly show that you belong to me."
A smirk graced your lips. "Maybe I should invite them in. Let them see me fuck you. Let them see for themselves who you open your legs for." He shook his head and couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes. Whether they were from desperation to be touch, or at your insinuation he wasn't sure.
You knew that the harsh words you were spitting out weren't true. While the other in the harem might be fine with being ravished in front of others, Diluc never expressed his desire for the same.
"N-no, only want you." His hand reached behind him and clumsily grasped your own. You did not let him turn around completely and instead pressed up right against him. Diluc felt your bulge press against him and his breath hitched.
"Only me?" You pressed a kiss to his neck before sinking your teeth into him, just shy of drawing blood. You felt Diluc flinch against you from the slight pain but he didn't pull away, instead he angled his head so that he bared even more of his neck for you to bite and suck on.
"Ye - hngg," Diluc jerked his hips as he felt one of your hands come and thumb over the slit of his own cock. "Always," he sucked in air through his teeth. "Wan.. Want you." He should feel embarrassed at the tears that traveled down his face but all he could focus on was the movement of your hand and trying to reassure you.
As your hand smeared his precum over his head and then moved down his cock, he had to still himself from thrusting up into your hand. You continued a slow movement until he was worked up right to the edge. Through the soft sounds the escaped him, you could hear soft pleads for you. "Just wan' you," "Only you," were very common. Right before he felt himself about to cum, your hand stilled all of its movements and pulled completely away from him.
"No," Diluc sobbed out and his body wanted to curl in on itself at the sensation of being denied. Usually, you did not edge him, if anything you always made him cum so many times that he would lose count. You had to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him against you so that he would not fall forward.
"Then you'll have me."
He wasn't sure when you had tugged your own pants down, but the next thing he felt was your blunt head pressing against his hole. You held yourself right at his entrance and groaned at the fluttering of his hole. Not being able to hold back any longer and wanting to see him crying out for you, you wasted no time pushing in.
There was slight resistance until you finally managed to push yourself in with a satisfying pop. "Fuck," you swore underneath your breath as you pushed your hips forward until they were flush against his cheeks. You tightened your grip on Diluc who lurched in your grasped at your rough handling. He was squeezing around you and clamping down on you so tight it felt like you would barely be able to move.
As you pushed in, Diluc couldn't help the wince at the burn that followed. He wasn't as prepped as he usually was and while it did hurt more than he was used to, it wasn't unbearable. With the pain, came a twinge of pleasure as well and he tried to focus on the pleasure. Your hands readjusted themselves so that one was tightly around his waist but the other came up to where his neck and collarbone met. Not exactly squeezing anything or cutting off his air but was enough of a reminder of his position.
When your hips pulled out of him, he felt the tightening of your arms around him and then a harsh thrust that caused a strangled gasp to escape him. After the first thrust, you wasted no time repeating the motion as roughly as you needed to. You held him up against you and Diluc knew that without your arms around him his legs would have given out.
"ah - please - ah - ah." Every drag of your hips caused Diluc to let out moans that continued to increase in sound. His hands had come to grip onto the arm that was wrapped around his waist and he dug his nails into your skin, gaining a hiss of air from you.
His head fell forward, his long red hair dangling downwards, hiding his face as his mouth hung open and with the moans that slid past his lips, drool followed. With the previous edging, he quickly felt himself build up to another orgasm, especially as you angled your hips and grazed his prostate.
"'m gonna" He tried to warn you as the feeling built up but he was overcome with the tightening in his stomach. He didn't know why but something was different. His whole body felt like it was on fire and that he was going to combust at the littlest touched. "Mess… 'm gonna - nghh" before he could say anything else, his whole body seized up in your arms. His body tensed up so tightly you were afraid he was going to pull a muscle. He wasn't sure what exactly happened, but he felt that the orgasm lasted way longer than it usually does and once it was over he felt himself sag. If it wasn't for your arms holding him up, he would have collapsed onto the floor.
Even as he was in your arms, mind completely out of it, you didn't stall your movement. If anything you got rougher. With the aftermath of his orgasm, his body had completely loosened up so that you had more movement to thrust into him. Even as he shook in your arms and whined out, you didn't stop with your thrusts, the satisfying slap of skin echoing in the room.
With your hold on him and the sweat the developed due to the actions between your bodies, you could feel him start to slip from your grip. In turn, you pulled out of him and couldn’t help but take a moment to admire the view. His skin was redden due to the harsh movement of your hips and you could see the beginning of the marks on his neck and shoulders begin to blossom. As you unwound your arms from him, before he could fall, you spun him around and pushed him up against the window.
He was flushed, his cheeks were a striking red. He had tears that were building up at his waterline but also cascading down his face. There was excess drool coating his lips and chin and you couldn't help yourself as you captured his lips with your own. It was messy, drool and saliva slipping between the two of you and Diluc was very uncoordinated but you didn't care. As you kissed him, your hands had went to his thighs and lifted him up.
"Hah" He couldn't help the small yelp that left him as he felt the world shift underneath him. His hands lazily came up to wrap around your shoulders but he did nothing to help hold himself up. That first orgasm had wiped out his strength. The rough handling, the words the left your lips, the feeling of you against him, all of affected him more than he would have originally thought it would.
As you kept one hand underneath his thigh, your others reached down and lined yourself up with him again. This time as you pushed yourself into him, there was no resistance. Without any warning, you quickly thrusted yourself back into him before pulling out until only the tip remained.
Diluc started to dig into your shoulders as he was jerked around. He felt himself sliding against the glass as he clung to you. "Falling," he huffed out a strangled breath. "I'm falling." He managed to get out but you did not verbally acknowledge him. Instead he felt your hands readjust your grip on his thighs and lift him up. The new angle caused your cock to reach even deeper inside of him. He wailed out as you battered his prostate and his head fell between the crease of your neck and shoulders.
With him being overwhelmed with pleasure he did not realize one your hands had moved until he felt his clasp around his half-hard cock. "N-no," it was too much. Even as he wriggled around in your grasped and tried to reach down to tug at your hand, you just shrugged him off.
"Take it," you groan out.
Between his sobs, he hiccupped out, "To-o much." You ignored it since he has not said his safe word.
It wasn't much longer until he once again felt that tightening in his stomach and balls. With your hand moving up and down his cock and you thrusting into his hole he couldn't speak anything beside moans and whines in between his crying. As his orgasm crashed through him, his back arched, chest pressed against you and he released all over his stomach and your own.
Continuing with your movement, you could not long hold back your own release. Especially as you took in a rare site of a flushed and messy Diluc.
"Look at you," you cooed. "The prim and proper Prince Consort, all fucked out and dirty," The hand that was previously around his cock had traveled up his body to grip his chin. Your fingers were coated in his cum and drool and you pushed your thumb against his bottom lip. His tongue lazily flicked at it - an unconscious action. Your words, you noticed, caused another wave of tears as he tried to shake his head but wasn't able to. "Imagine if the others saw this."
"No-o," his voice broke as he spoke.
Before he could get really worked up, you cut him off. "I wont let them." Another harsh thrust had him lurching in your grasp. "This view." Thrust. "Is for me." Thrust. "Just for me."
You were getting close now. You could feel it building up inside you and wanting to explode. Hearing Diluc' s strangled gasps and moans in your ears, and the wet sounds filling the room sent little trembles of arousal all throughout your body, until your orgasm wracked through you, causing you to give one last harsh thrust before shuddering against him and emptying inside of him.
Diluc clenched around you as you released inside of him, the added warmth causing a sigh to leave him. Not wanting to let you go in any way, he clung even tighter onto you, tight enough that you couldn’t pull out of him just yet. He felt your harsh breath against his skin and dug his face into your shoulder.
He started to softly sob against you but this time it wasn't out of pleasure like earlier. His head was all muddled and fuzzy and some of the words you said earlier were still floating in his head now that the pleasure was subsiding. Your hand came up to rest on the back of his head and you gently petted it, running your fingers through the sweat-soaked strands.
"Sweet boy," you cooed out, pressing light kisses to the side of his head.
"Don’t share," he spoke between the sobs. "I don’t wanna."
You gently shushed him, "I would never." You weren't surprised he was this fragile right now. The night was rough, you were rough, much rougher that you think you've ever been with him. And you were sure that he's been agonizing over this the past few days, with all these negative thoughts in his head. You just weren't able to see this before because you were wracked with an unknown feeling that consumed you from the inside out.
"Just you. Don’t care about any of the others." He kept mumbling out words and phrases like that and you just let him get all of his feelings out.
"I wont share you, sweets. Wont even let them look at you." You made sure to speak softly as to not overstimulate his mind. "You're just for me." He nodded his head that was still tucked against you.
"Jus' you." He slurred out, talking more to himself than you.
"Yeah baby, just for me." He smiled against your skin, his eyes struggling to stay open.
Now that he was calmed down a little bit you decided you could move. When you pulled out your cock, Diluc whine and his hips jerked towards you. Strings of arousal dripped out of him and onto both the floor and your thigh. He clenched, wanting to keep some of it inside of him. You just kept whispering sweet nothings to him and decided to just carry him over to the tatami mat. You laid him down and finally got a look at his face. He was exhausted, you could tell but he was forcing himself to stay awake. You went to get a towel but he clung onto your arm.
"Don’t leave, please." His voice cracked and you felt a tug at your heart. Looking around you could see his rob near by so you just grabbed that.
"I'm not, just let me clean you off." You wiped him down, enough so that he wasn't covered in fluid anymore but he would defiantly need a bath in the morning. You then cleaned yourself as well, making sure to always have a hand on Diluc. Grabbing one of the blankets that you have near the mat, you tucked him in. You would have like to at least put on a pair of pants, but with Diluc's desperate grip you decided they could wait. You sat next to his head and he turned to cuddle into your side and one of his hands came to wrap around your thigh. He let out small content sigh as your hands brushed through his hair.
Summary: Even after over a year of marriage, you and Diluc have yet to share an intimate night together. He knows that you have experience but he cant help the uncertainty he feels about himself. After gathering the courage, he managed to talk to you and now that he is in bed with you, he was shocked at how well you treated him.
CW: implied reverse harem, empress!reader, consort!au, sub!diluc, bottom Diluc, top!reader, oral (character recieving), soft!reader, virgin Diluc, Oral, hesitation, first time, handjob, spit, insecurity, diluc cumming embarrassingly easily after seeing reader's eyes. Its not a heavy/intense smut. Aftercare is implied. One mention of diluc get his palms hit during his childhood, mentions of mastrubation.
From his position, Diluc felt the air leave his lungs. Having your own form above his, he could feel his heart in his throat and was afraid that you could hear it as well. This was what he wanted and yet he couldn't help the nerves that have been slowly building up inside of him since he prepared himself to talk to you all those days ago.
The two of you have been married for over a year now (closing in on your second year) and while things have definitely gotten better, intimacy has been reduced only to nightly embraced where you were gone in the morning or a stroke on his head throughout the day. At first it didn't bother him. He was fine with the positive acknowledgements and soft touches. He couldn't help but remember the horror stories he has heard about how wives treat their husbands in bed. Sexual pleasure was never a priority to him. Sure, he got the basic education and how to best please his wife, but he was refrained from learning about anything else.
He vaguely remembered get his palms hit with a ruler when he was younger after he tried masturbating for the first time. After that, he was basically told to never do that again and he left it as that. His need to please those around him winning over the momentary pleasure.
It wasn't until a few months ago that he felt the burning in his stomach. Whenever a praise would slip past your lips or when one of your hand's would rest on his waist, his body would feel hot. He was far from stupid and knew why his body was acting up in your presence. However, just because he could acknowledge the changes in his body does not mean he was willing to approach this subject with you - at least not yet.
He knew that you were experienced. He has heard Tartaglia talk about his time with you. He has even heard the two of you through the walls a few times. It was never on purpose and he always got so flustered that he would run away the second he realized what was going on. He suspected you've also spent the night with Zhongli as well. However, with this knowledge it just increased his apprehension of broaching this subject with you. What can he really offer you? He knows the basics but is just laying there and being obedient going to offer you any real release?
With these thoughts in mind, he kept pushing back talking to you about this. It went on for weeks until almost a month has passed. It wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was the he knew that you were onto him. He wasn't exactly subtle with his lingering looks and the blush that would blossom on his face whenever he was lost in thought.
Thinking back to all the courage he had to build to talk to you, he couldn't bring himself to regret it - not as he felt himself shivering underneath you.
You had already disrobed him, chest bare and all he was left in were his cotton boxers which were getting increasing tighter. It was a complete contrast to you still being fully clothed above him.
Despite wanting this, he couldn't find it to allow himself to truly relax and enjoy what was about to happen. He needed to remain looking presentable, he needed to make sure he was desirable enough for you, he needed to make sure he sounded right, all of these thoughts kept him tense underneath you.
You lips brushed against his own, so softly he barely felt it but you did not pull away. You were giving him time to get comfortable with all of these new sensations. He lifted his head up, putting more pressure on your lips. It was an unconscious move and before he could regret it your hand came to cup his neck. You tilted his head back, angling so that your lips could be move against each other and rubbed your thumb against his jaw.
Diluc let out a sigh at the gentle touch, his shoulders and neck slowly untensing. Even with his mouth parted now, your lips did not disconnect. The wet feeling of your tongue running across his lower lips left him disorientated. Yet again you didn't slip inside his mouth even with it open and panting against your own.
"mhh -" his own tongue peaked out, brushing against yours. You took this chance to run yours over his. His movements were clumsy but you hardly seemed to care as you surged forward, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He tried to follow your movement but was soon lost in your taste. He vaguely recognized the taste of peppermint and something spicy but it was a taste that was so pointedly you that it sent a wave of comfort through him.
Pulling away from him, there was a string of saliva between the two of you and he thought that, in a way, it was keeping your lips and body connected in a different way.
He heaved a breath as he stared at you. Your hand moved away from his jaw and he could barely suppress the whine that left him but he was quickly placated as you moved the red strands from his forehead. Your fingers trailed the side of his face and he squirmed at the ticklish feeling.
He was cute, this thought crossed your mind as you watched him squirm under your touch. Even with the flushed face, spit-slicked lips, lust filled eyes, and body on almost full display, you couldn't help but appreciate the view in a more wholesome sense.
With the kiss he had relaxed under your touch but you knew that it wasn't enough, not yet.
Your lips connected once again before quickly moving to his cheek, jaw, then his neck. His breath hitching filled the air and under your ministrations you could feel his Adam's apple shift. He angled his head back and his hands came to clutch at the clothing at your side. The softness of your tongue followed by the slight pain of you biting down caused his body to tremble.
"hah - your highness," he called out, not actually wanting anything but it still slipped past his lips.
You hummed against his collarbone before pulling back and teasingly blowing cool air on the slick trail you left. Goosebump crept onto his body at the feeling.
With one last kiss, "doing good?" The hand that was not holding your body weight rested on his waist, squeezing lightly for good measure.
He took a moment but not due to hesitation. His mind was become more muddled and he needed a second to find his thoughts.
"ye-yeah." It was a soft whisper that left his lips.
With his permission now, you reattached your lips to his collarbone before trailing down. After leaving more than enough marks on his collarbone you moved further down. As you got to his chest, his heart felt like it was going to leap out. To ease him into it, you ran your free hand across one of his pecks, your finger lightly grazing his nipple. He shifted underneath you but remained relatively quiet. On his other peck, your brushed your lips against his nipple, causing him to gasp, his chest jerking up against you.
You brushed your lips over it a few times, feeling it pebble underneath you before licking over it with your tongue. The hand that was playing with the other side of his chest, lightly rolled his nipple between two of your fingers.
This was the first time he felt the wetness of your tongue over his chest. When you guys kissed before, you would run your hands over his chest but you never paid special attention like you were now and it was quickly becoming overwhelming. He bit down on his lips and his back remained arched, pressing his chest further into your ministrations.
Swirling your tongue over one you couldn't help but tug on it which got an immediate response from Diluc.
His hands flying to your shoulder, he curled his fingers into your clothing, his nails digging into the cotton.
"hurts" he gasped out. It was painful but not unbearably so. He was just shocked and all the new feeling left him sensitive. You murmured an apology and soothingly ran your tongue over it before pressing one last kiss to his nipple. Instead of trailing down more you just switch to the other side of his chest and lavished it with the same amount of attention.
When you finally left his chest and went to move further South you felt him tense again, his fingers clenching down almost painfully onto your shoulder, his head also jerked down to stare at you. Previously he kept his gaze on the ceiling above him, scared he would lose all composure if he watched you suck and kiss all over his body.
You could sense some apprehension in his eyes and paused your movements. You sat back onto your heels between his legs and stared at him, your head angled to the side. You seemed to be assessing him. "If you're not comfortable, don't push yourself. It'll make this a bad experience for both of us."
Diluc bit his inner cheek, a bad habit he had. "I'm not uncomfortable per say. It's just.." he trailed off.
"Just what?"
"Nothing," he shook his head, mentally berating himself. "Just continue." He was the one who came to you for this, he had asked to experience this with you. It wouldn't be fair if he were to back out. Especially after seeing the obvious arousal straining against the front of your pants.
"No." You were stern as you address him. "Whatever your thinking say it."
You could read Diluc very well and before he forced his own feelings away, you cut him off. "If you don't tell me, I will stop."
He felt a stirring in his stomach when he thought about you stopping and he knew that he did not want you too.
"I wish to continue this with you. I liked what you were previously doing but once you started going down, I got anxious." You did not rush him as he gathered his thoughts. "What if I do something wrong? What if I don't please you?"
"Why are you worrying about all of these what if's? It's your first time, expecting it to be perfect is unreasonable." You lips than morphed into a smirk. "Now, if your worried about not pleasing me I can assure you that is not something you have to worry about." You pushed your own arousal into his, grinding down on him which caused him to gasp out and his hips jerked against you. "See?"
You leaned back over him, your arms braced on the side of his head. "If you don't want me going further that's fine but personally speaking I'm really looking forward to tasting you."
Diluc twitched underneath you, his cock bobbing against his stomach. "Still, shouldn't I be the one tast - pleasuring you." You watched as his eyebrows furrowed, an action you don't think you've ever seen him do before.
"If you want you can do that another time." He flushed at your words, at the insinuation that you guys were going to do this again even if he doesn't perform well. "But for now let me pleasure you."
Diluc's face lost the majority of it's apprehension as he took in your words. You're face was now level with his navel and he sucked in a breath as your lips brushed against his skin. His stomach jumped as you took skin between your teeth and lavished over it with your tongue.
"hahh - y/n, wa-wait," He couldn't contain the sounds that escaped him as he felt a wet softness brush against his length. His upper body jerked off the bed as he sat up. He was expecting the slight coarseness from your hands that he has become accustomed to feeling, what he wasn't expecting was to feel your lips of all things brush against his cock. "Its..." he tried to speak between his stuttering breaths. "its dirty."
You hummed not pulling your lips away from him, one of your hands traveled up his chest and pushed him back against the bed. "It's not dirty."
Instead of waiting for him to reply, you tongue licked his slit, making sure to collect the pre-cum weeping out of his head. His hands scratched at the bedsheets underneath him, pulling it taunt. "See," you pulled away from him, sticking out your tongue to show him as you swallowed down some of his wetness.
The view of you tasting him and swallowing down his release left him dizzy with unknown pleasure. He thought you would be revulsed but instead you seemed to relish in his taste, opting to quickly put your lips back around the head of his cock. Swiping your tongue along his head, you lowered your head, taking more of him down your throat.
His back arched off the bed, hips pushing further into the bed. Your one hand that remained on his chest went to circle around his nipple and tug it between your fingers. Little gasps and moans left Diluc, his body unused to this type of stimulation. The wetness of your saliva and the tightness of your throat left him barreling towards his release embarrassingly fast.
"Y/n... i-i," As he was whimpering out your name, you felt him twitch in your mouth and eased off of him, not wanting him to cum just yet. His body relaxed underneath you as the pleasure ebbed away. You pressed kissed against his thighs, your hands reaching down to rub at his thighs that were shaking.
"Feel's good?" The smile on your lips indicating that you already knew the answer.
Puffs of breath left him. "overwhelming, but good."
"If you thought that was overwhelming wait until I get to here." Your finger traced his rim. A yelp left his lips as you prodded your one finger. His hand gripped your wrist, not stopping it but just holding it, anchoring himself. You gave him a second before pushing in one finger.
Diluc squirmed from his spot, his hips arching into the one finger. Soft moans left him at the new intrusion. He felt the movement so distinctly inside of him yet it felt so far away from him. It felt good, but it wasn't exactly pleasurable.
He twitched around your finger as you pulled it out. "huh, why'd you - hngg!" The wetness of your tongue against his rim felt much different than it did on his cock. His hips jerked up at the new feeling, aching to either get rid of it or get more of it - he wasn't sure.
Licking around his puffy rim, you inched a little bit of your tongue inside of him, feeling around before retreating once more. His hands jerked towards your head, an unconscious action that had him recoiling almost immediately.
"Sorry," he gasped out, his head thrown back as you continued your ministrations.
Pulling back only slightly, "s'okay." Your breath hit the wet area and caused him to shiver. "do what feel comfortable." You licked his rim once more and left a soft kiss before traveling up to his perinium. Continuing your path, you also lavished some attention on his balls.
You took note as Diluc struggled underneath you, all these feelings new and most likely overwhelming for him. Yet the sounds that left him and his throbbing cock portrayed that he was enjoying everything you were doing. You licked a trail up his cock and that was when his hands went back to your head. He didn't tug at your hair or push your head. Instead opting to just keep his hands there.
You cleaned up the small pool of pre-cum and took delight in feeling his stomach twitch underneath you.
Diluc was caught off guard when he felt your lips back on his. He couldn't help but to scrunch up his face as he tasted himself on you. You must have noticed because you laughed a little against his lips.
"What? Doesn't taste good?"
His face reddened even further and he wanted to curl into himself. If he was another person he probably would have jokingly shoved you off of him but all he could do was stumble over his words.
"it's not - i mean - how can you.." he trailed off. "I just don't understand how you think it isn't gross." He sounded so docile and confused when he asked and you felt an ache in your chest.
"Regardless of what you've been told, I don't think it's disgusting." You pressed another kiss on his lips. "And your married to me now which means my word comes first, not anyone else." Your lips moved to his cheek.
What he didn't notice was your hand creeping back towards his entrance. He gasped, his lips brushing against your own cheek and his eyes squeezed shut as you eased two of your fingers into him.
He squeezed down on your fingers, his stomach tightening up. There was a slight stretch but Diluc didn't feel any pain. He heard the soft murmurs leaving you, telling him to relax and trying to get him more comfortable. You lips were caressing the skin on his neck, lavishing him with more marks.
The thought of them being visible tomorrow and others knowing what the two of you did caused his body to heat up. He spasmed around your fingers and you took the initiative to curl your two fingers.
Your fingers explored him, opting to curl inside of him and stretch him out. Diluc got more comfortable with the new sensation, his body relaxing. Feeling around him, you managed to graze against that one soft and spongy spot that you were looking for. The pads of your fingers brushed against it, applying just the lightest pressure -
" - Ahh, ngg," he choked on his own spit, his body thrashing in your grasp. The sensations before were nothing compared to what he just felt. It was all encompassing. The pleasure swelling not in just his lower region but all over his body. Hips jerking up, his cock bobbed against his stomach as a little more pre-cum left him.
Hips grinding down against your fingers, you were barely doing anything. The stretching of his rim and the gentle stimulation of your fingers left him teetering right on the edge. You gently pulled your fingers back, leaving his prostate alone before inserting one more fingers.
Not thinking that he could handle more than one orgasm you did not want to rush him towards his end. You still wanted to be able to feel him tighten around your cock rather than your fingers.
You doubled your focus on stretching him out until you deemed him ready. With the withdrawal of your fingers, you couldn't help but to grip his cheeks and spread them, watching as his hole clenched around nothing.
His body heated up underneath your stare. Even with your eyes covered, he could feel the intensity of your gaze. He took a shaky breath, embarrassment once more encompassing his body.
"Are - " he coughed, clearing his voice. "are you just going to stare?"
A small sound of amusement left you. "Sorry." You're really not. "If hard not to stare at such beauty."
"I - you," stammering over his words he angled his head away from you and towards the side.
The presence of your own cock pressed up against his rim left him breathless. It wasn't until one of your empty hands rubbed over his thighs and stomach. "I need you to breathe for me." His mouth dropped open as he exhale, his tongue peaking out, wetting his bottom lip.
With the first shift of your hips, you kept your other hand near the head of your own cock, gently trying to ease it into him. As the head entered him, he tightened up around you, preventing you from pushing further into him.
A sigh left your mouth. It wasn't meant to be condensing or a sigh of disappointment but you could tell Diluc was getting lost in his head and preventing this from being a pleasurable moments. Diluc on the other hand winced, not from pain but from hearing the sigh that left you.
"Sweet boy, I need you to relax." Your hands ran down his sides, digging into the tense muscle.
Your lips caught his, redirecting his focus. "Just focus on me."
You took some time, letting him relax into the kiss before inching your hips forward. He gasped against your mouth as you were able to the tip of your cock full inside him with a small pop.
A groan left your lips as his warmth encompassed you, squeezing around your cock. The wisp of breath brushed against the skin of his neck. One of your hands left him and moved his arms to wrap around your shoulder.
With the sensation of you being inside of him for the first time, he didn't hesitate to tighten his grip around you, clinging to the comfort of your body.
"f' - ngg - ull," he stammered against your skin as he was stretched out around you.
"Hmm?" You put some space between your chests so that you could hear him.
"feels, ahh, full." His nailed dug into the skin of your shoulder, hips grinding against you. You managed to get about half of yourself inside of him before you had to pause. Inching back out of him, you thrusted in, making sure to give him a little more of yourself each time.
His nails dug into the skin of your shoulder but you hardly registered the pain. You shifted you weight, enabling you to grab onto his thighs and move them so that they were wrapped around you. This movement allowed you to sink deeper into him.
"y/n - fuckk - mghh." He couldn't help the curse that left him. The new position causing you to hit spots inside of him that left him trembling with pleasure.
"Cursing are we?" you couldn't help but to tease him. "You must really feel good."
Panting against you he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed. "Ye-eah," he squeezed around you, electing a groan from you. "its good."
Taking in the view of Diluc laying beneath you, you cursed the cotton covering your eyes. With his red-hair spilled underneath him and flushed face you wanted to be able to take him in without anything of him being hidden.
"Fuck this," You roughly ripped the own cloth off of your eyes and threw it somewhere across the room. You maneuvered Diluc and was able to thrust in the rest of your cock. He lurched underneath you, hands scrambling to anchor himself.
"huhhn" before he could question you he felt the air being punched out of him as you pulled back and sharply thrust into him. Your cock managed to graze against the same spongy spot but instead of only applying the barest amount of pressure like you did with your fingers, you shifted your hips, aiming them to hit that one special spot inside of him.
With you battering his prostate, his eyes had squeezed shut, lost in the intense feelings. His body freely jerked underneath you, moving with each of your harsh thrusts.
You changed your position, grabbing one of his and throwing it over your shoulder. "This pos - hahh," He tightened around you as he felt the stretch in his muscles. You opted to change to deeper thrust. With the new movement, his eyes snapped open. As he made eye contact with you, he was flustered at the sudden hot, white pleasure that shot through him.
He had only seen your eyes a few times but with the onslaught of pleasure and then the shock of seeing your own lust-filled eyes caused him to convulse underneath you. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his hips jerked upwards, emptying himself on his stomach.
You thrusted a few more times making sure to ride him through what was definitely an intense orgasm. He was shaking underneath you, eyes glazed over. You brushed back his sweat-soaked hair and then you took his leg off of his shoulder. You applied light pressure to the muscle of his thigh as you placed it back onto the bed.
As you went to pull out of him, he seemed to come back to himself a little. His hands moved from around your shoulders and down to your waist. "What -" he licked his chapped lips. "What about you?"
"Its fine sweetheart," his heart pounded at the nickname. "Don't push yourself." With that you pulled out of him and he couldn't help the soft sounds that slipped past his lips. You couldn't help but gaze at his used rim which was stretched and gaping due to the emptiness.
You sat back on your knees and despite the soreness in his body, Diluc pushed himself up. It didn't feel right to him. Leaving you without having any real pleasure. Just one look down and he could tell you were still pent up.
"Wait," his hands clung onto you, desperate. "I can still go on."
You grasped his arms which were clinging onto you. "Diluc," you tried to keep your voice soft. "You're still shaking. Its your first time, I don't want to do anything to overwhelm you."
"But -" he gazed down at your cock which still stood prominent between your legs. You followed his gaze and shook your head. Grasping his chin between your fingers you directed his attention back towards you. "It's alright. Give it a few minutes." You ran you thumb over his bottom lip, an act of comfort, before letting go.
The conflict on his face was obvious. He gnawed on his lower lip, his eyes downcast. In a movement of spontaneity that surprised the both of you, Diluc moved his hands to rest on your body, closer to your groin than anything else. He still refrained from directly touching you, despite the desire to do so.
"Just... let me do this. For you." Pleading to you, his fingers hesitantly drummed against your skin.
You couldn't help the small groan that left you. You were trying to restrain yourself, not wanting to push him but with him pleading so sweetly towards you.
A handjob is the safest option, you muse. It wouldn't push him to do something he's uncomfortable with and it will probably be the quickest way to get him to rest so that you can get him cleaned.
You let out a sigh and relented. "Very well."
He perked up at the agreement. His hands remained at their spot before you grabbed one of his hands and took it off of your body. You moved it so that it was in front of his mouth. His eyebrows furrowed as he gazed down at the hands.
"A dry hand is uncomfortable," he nodded as he took in your words.
"You want me to.." he trailed off, embarrassment building up.
Your lips quirked up. "After everything we've just done, don't tell me you're embarrassed of a little spit."
He hesitate for only a moment before puckering his lips, the saliva pooled on his tongue and in his mouth before he ducked his head, avoiding eye contact before transferring it to his palm which you held firm in front of him.
"There you go," you cooed, your free hand pushing hair behind his ear, trying to make him more comfortable.
Guiding his hand, you then placed it on your own cock. Your gasp at the touch was quickly followed by Diluc's own gasp as he felt you pulse underneath his own palm. You let go off his hand, opting to lean back on your palms while he worked on figuring out what to do.
He hesitantly curled his hands around you, not applying much pressure. With very small movements, he jerked his hands up around your length.
He continued with delicate movements as his gaze flickered between his hand grasping your cock and your facial expressions. Their was obvious hesitation and you would be lying if you said his small movements weren't more frustrating rather than pleasurable.
Wrapping one hand around his, you tightened your grip, therefore tightening his own. "You don't have to be so delicate." You guided him with your own movements, showing him how you wanted him to move.
You curled his hands, making sure it twisted around your length as your hands moved up and down. You lips was pulled between your teeth and you removed your hands from his.
He tried to replicate the movements you were just doing, imagining your hands still clasped over his and maneuvering it to your liking. As he twisted his wrist around the tip of you cock, your breath got caught in your throat. He watched as your own head tipped back a little bit and his eyes followed the movement of your throat at you swallowed back spit.
"That's good." It was barely a whisper but he still couldn't help the pride and happiness that swelled inside of him as he saw you visibly affected by him. "squeeze a bit tighter," he followed whatever instructions you gave him, flushing every time you praised him.
He couldn't help it when he swiped his thumb over your head, feeling your own pre-cum. the thought of bringing his thumb up to his mouth shocked him but he couldn't help the thrill of excitement at that thought. The only thing that brought him out of that thought was the thrusting of your hips up into his hands. "Just keep doing that." He focused his attention back on the top of your cock, taking note on how that seems to be more sensitive than anywhere else.
"Go faster." He sped up and watched as you came, your own essence covering his hand as a low moan left your lips.
Without realizing he brought his hand up to his mouth, his tongue poking out to taste your essence. Even as the taste of you flooded his mouth, he didn't really comprehend what he was doing, at least not until a laugh filled the air.
His hand dropped back to his lap as he gaze jerked back to you. You had a hand covering your mouth, most likely trying to suppress your laugh. "Fuck what are you doing to me." You weren't making fun of him but he couldn't stop trying to stammer out an excuse. Instead, you grabbed one of the clothes that were thrown on the side of the bed and cleaned his hand. "C'mon, lets get your cleaned up before you entice me some more."
Summary: In Y/n's childhood, there was few people on her side. There was her father, her brother, and even if she refused his help at first, Zhongli. One day, Zhongli found Y/n injured and when she refused his help he ended up getting someone who he knew she relied on. This is in Zhongli's POV.
tw: Mentions of blood, infections, abuse. scarred eyes and ruined tear ducts. Crying blood. Hurt/comfort.
Zhongli froze at what he saw in front of him. His eleven year old self was unsure what to do as he laid eyes on four year old Y/n. She was on the ground, clutching her knees, her head bowed down. Her clothing was stained with dust and much to Zhongli's horror, blood as well. The cloth that was always wrapped around her eyes was also laying on the ground a few feet next to her.
"Y/n-san..." He wasn't going to leave you but since he came under the emperor's care you haven't been the most forthcoming, preferring to remain in your father's embrace or tucked behind Dainslef.
He took notice as you tensed at his voice, curling into yourself.
"Go away." Your voice quavered.
His mouth opened to say something. He racked his brain about what to say. "You're injured." He winced because seriously... that is the best he could come up with.
"Go away."
"I can't."
One of your hands dropped to your side and your fingers curled into the dirt underneath you. Your hand then jerked back, flinging sparse amount of dirt at him. "Go away!" You seemed to try and raise your voice to make it more commanding but it broke half way through.
He felt his chest ache. The dirt barely reached the bottom of his clothes. He took a hesitant step towards you but he took note of how you angled your head away from where his footsteps were.
He paused and his eyes landed back on the cloth that was a few feet away from the both of you. He squatted down and tried to clean the cloth as best he could with his hands. He flapped it in the wind and blew on it. Deeming it as clean as he could get it, he slowly made his way to you. He kept his footsteps loud enough so that you could hear them and listen to him as he got closer to you.
With his advancing footsteps, your body curled away from him. He wasn't going to touch you, having enough knowledge to know that it would do more harm than good. Instead, he laid the cloth across one of your arms making sure not to brush against you.
You flinched underneath the new addition and made no move to grab it.
"Y/n," he hesitated to speak but he was worried about the wounds on your legs and hands. They were bleeding and he could see dirt rubbed on top of the open wound, no doubt leading to an infection that needed to be treated soon.
"please," you whimpered out. "just go away. I don't want you here."
Zhongli let out a sigh, his heart breaking. You needed help and he knew that you weren't going to accept him. He may have been under your father's care for over a year now but you still haven't exactly warmed up to him. Standing up, he knew what he needed to do and turned away.
It couldn't have been more than ten minutes before he running back to where you last were but this time he was followed by Dainsleif. It took a few minutes to find him and he didn't even have to tell the older male the full story before he was ushering Zhongli to show him where you were.
You were still in the same spot except now you had the cloth clutched tightly in your hands. As they got closer, he could hear the stuttering breaths leaving you. Despite your circumstance you still seemed to refuse to cry.
"Y/n!" Dainsleif called out when he saw you. Zhongli stopped a few feet away from the both of you, giving the two of you some space. You perked up when you heard your brother's voice.
Dainsleif dropped to his knees in front of you and his hands came up to cup your cheeks. Zhongli watched as he soothed you, his hands wiping away the lingering dirt on your face.
"Who was it this time?" Zhongli could hear Dainsleif ask you. Although it appeared that Dainslef wasn't really looking for an answer.
You sniffed, your hands coming up to rub at your nose. "It doesn't - it doesn't matter. Nothing can be done anyways."
Zhongli hated the defeat in your voice. He was young but you were even younger than he was and you shouldn't have a voice filled with such sadness and despair, not at your age.
"We can still tell father," You violently shook your head at Dainslef's suggestion.
"No! Don't tell father, he already worries enough."
Zhongli wanted to add that your father worries for good reason but he kept his voice shut.
Where Zhongli was standing, he could see a range of emotions cross Dainsleif's face. Sadness, confusion, but also anger which is something that looked unnatural on Dainsleif's usual beautiful face. As quickly as those emotions appeared, they disappeared and he composed himself.
"Okay y/n/n. Let get your wounds cleaned." Dainsleif turned around and angled his back towards you. With little hesitation, Zhongli watched as you clambered onto your brother's back and latched onto him, your tucked your head into his neck ensuring that your eyes were hidden. Dainsleif reached behind him and carefully grasped your thighs.
As Dainsleif walked by Zhongli, he angled his head down into a bow. Even if he knew he didn't have to do that, he wanted to comfort the both of you in anyways he could and he knew that the last thing you wanted was someone looking at you. He quietly followed behind the two of you as Dainsleif headed towards his room.
It wasn't an overly serious wound, it didn't require stitching or any special magic (which would have been refused to be given to you anyways) to close the wound so Dainsleif could take care of it. Zhongli remained in the corner of the room, only helping when Dainsleif asked him for something. He chose that spot in order to make you as comfortable as possible. You obviously knew he was still in the room so he stayed behind you so that you knew he couldn't see your scarred eyes.
As Dainsleif wiped down the wound and applied the healing cream, Dainsleif would coo at you and tell you small jokes to distract you from any pain. It was when he was wrapping your knees with bandages that the emperor came into the room.
"Father," Dainsleif addressed him as he entered the room, most likely to alert you that he was in the room as well. Your head jerked up at the mention of your father.
"Oh, sweet girl." The emperor rushed over to where you were on the bed and sat next to you, pulling you into his arms. One of his hand's rested on Dainsleif's head as well, making sure to give his son attention too. "Does it hurt?"
Zhongli noted how the emperor did not ask what happened. Instead opting to focus on comforting you.
You shook your head as you tucked your head into your father's chest. "N-no."
The emperor let out a sigh. "It's okay if it did." His free hand left your back and rested on the back of your head. "there's nothing wrong to admit to pain. Cry if you want to."
It was silent for a few seconds before Zhongli spotted your body trembling. Strangled sobs left you and Zhongli could here the anguish in your cries. He was then reminded that you couldn't really cry due to your mangled eyes. Your tear ducts were ruined so you didn't cry tears but rather blood and from what he learned was that it was very painful whenever they were overused.
Zhongli quietly left the room, allowing the family to be alone. He knew that he would end up washing the clothing later and he felt angry tears burn underneath his eyelids as he imagined the blood he was going to wash out.
since Kaveh and Alhaitham fight a lot in game, does that bond carry over to the harem au? or are they more civil
At first, when Kaveh enters the harem, he would be stand-offish with the others. He sort of just been thrown into a whole new dynamic with the reader and the others in the harem that he is unsure how to act and he stays on edge for a long time. Therefore, he wouldn't be close to any of the harem members for a while.
However, I would say once he gets more comfortable and builds friendships, his true personality would come out and small bickers and fighting would occur. This could be with Childe, Scaramouche, and Al-Haitham as well.
I am thinking that perhaps Al-Haitham would see him struggling and act certain ways to get under Kaveh's skin and get him to stop acting so proper or demure. However, it would take a while for Kaveh to feel comfortable with this but once time passes I would say that they would still form a bond and small fights would occur.
Are there any members of the harrem that can sing and reader loves listening to them?
Diluc is my favorite so I can't stop thinking about this with him
Hello!
There are quite a few who can sing rather well but most of them can play at least some kind of instrument (especially the ones who have undergone 'proper' male training to be a husband). Overall, playing an instrument is seen as an important talent when considering marrying a male.
Venti is the overall best well-rounded singer. He can also play four instruments but favors the lyre. Aside from just private listening between Venti and the reader, whenever there is an event, the reader usually has Venti be one of the main musicians during that event.
Aether has a nice voice to listen to as well but he was hesitant for a while to sing around the reader due to some uncertainty. He knew he didn't have a horrible voice but he wasn’t confident either. He has the basic's of how to play a few instruments but he prefers other activities such as embrodery and crocheting.
Albedo is another who prefers more hands-on activities like painting and drawing rather than playing instruments or singing. However, he has taught himself the chords and strings of multiple instruments just purely out of interest after seeing other members in the harem play. The reader can catch him plucking at the strings quite easily if he is not busy with anything else. He likes to keep his hands moving.
Diluc feels more confident playing instruments rather than singing around the readers. However, he does hum a lot. Whenever he is working on just about anything, you can always managed to hear a soft hum fill the air around him. He may sing a few words if he is in a particularly good mood but that usually only happens when he is alone or around those he trust/are comfortable around. I see him as being exceptional with the violin because his family believed he should master one or two instruments rather than knowing the basic's of multiple instruments.
Itto singing is just like when he speaks - loud and reverberating. Even if he isn't the best, he doesn't particularly care. However, his low tone is quite nice and the reader finds it relaxing when Itto is relaxing around her and just lightly singing.
Kazuha can play the zither quite well. He is also the one who usually joins Venti in playing in public events. He's particular about where he plays though. He prefers to sit outside with the reader while they're relaxing while he plays - enjoying the way the sound is carried in the wind.
When it comes to the reader, she couldn't really care whether or not any of their voices are considered bad or even if they aren't particularly talented at playing instruments.
This may be a little off topic but I imagine when the reader is older, she gets more open and loving especially when she gets her throne back and starts having a children of her own. A lot of the children learn to play instruments and enjoy running to show their mother and father (whoever it is) when they've improved.
Hi, I was wondering if you could d newly wed dulic and readers first sexual interaction / there first night together? please.
Hello, so sorry for the late reply but I am working on it! Here a small tid bit of it.
You lips brushed against his own, so softly he barely felt it but you did not pull away. You were giving him time to get comfortable with all of these changes. He lifted his head up, putting more pressure on your lips. It was an unconscious move and before he could regret it your hand came to cup his neck. You tilted his head back, angling so that your lips could be move against each other and rubbed your thumb against his jaw.
Diluc let out a sigh at the gentle touch, his shoulders and neck untensing. Even with his mouth parted now, your lips did not disconnect. The wet feeling of your tongue running across his lower lips left him disorientated. Yet again you didn't slip inside his mouth even with it open and panting against your own.
"mhh -" his own tongue peaked out, brushing against yours. You ran yours over his. His movements were clumsy but you hardly seemed to care as you surged forward, your tongue slipping into his mouth. He tried to follow your movement but was soon lost in your taste. He vaguely recognized the taste of peppermint and something spicy but it was a taste that was so pointedly you that it sent a wave of comfort through him.
Pulling away from him, there was a string of saliva between the two of you and he thought that, in a way, it was keeping your lips and body connected in a different way.
Could you make a timeline of sorts to show the order in which reader married each member of the harem/ how long each member has been married to reader?
Potential TW: Matriarchy, young marrying ages (16/17 for reader), ageism, one person "marrying" multiple men, reverse harem.
Zhongli - They have known each other since they were children. 10 almost 20+ years they have known each other.
Diluc - Married him when she was 15/16 years old and he was about to turn 18.
Childe - Joined Harem about a year after Diluc. He's two years older than reader.
Aether - Joined Harem about two years after Childe. Around the same age as the reader.
Kaeya - Joined a few months after Aether. He about the same age as Diluc, only a few months younger.
Ayato - The oldest to join the harem. About 4 years older than reader but still younger than Zhongli.
Itto - Surprisingly the same age as the reader, just a few months younger.
Albedo (around Childe's age), venti (A year or so younger than the reader), Thoma (Same age as the reader), Tighnari (About two years older than the reader)
All of them joined in the same year.
Reader would be about 19-20 years old.
Xiao
He joined the harem when he was 18 (official marriage age for men, but has known the reader since he was 16 due to Zhongli). About two years younger than the reader.
Scaramouche - Joined when reader was 23 and he was about to turn 20.
Kazuha (three years younger than the reader), Cyno (About two years older than the reader), Gorou (Two years younger than the reader)
Heizou (two years younger than the reader)
Al-haitham (A year or so younger than reader)
Joined the same year - reader would be about 24-25 years old. By this time she decided that she did not want to include anyone else in the harem unless it was for a political or very important reason.
Kaveh - Reader is 26 when Kaveh joined the Harem and he was the last to join. He would be 27 when he joined (A bit older which caused a lot of concern with the reader's council who deemed him too old)
Few notes: When reader first married, it was fine that the were slightly older than her due to them still being seen as just hitting marrying age. However, as the reader got older, it was expected of her to court slightly younger individuals which is why (asides from Cyno and Kaveh) the members of the harem are becoming younger than her.
has there ever been i time when reader accidentally overstepped a boundary and made one of the harem members use a safe word
Generally speaking, I would have to say no. However, that doesn't mean that there hasn't been a few times where she needed to step back or end the scene then and there even if one of the harem members didn't use a safe word.
The reader, despite her demeanor, has a good head on her shoulders and is good at reading people, especially those she cares about. She will sometimes push their buttons, but never force them to do something they are uncomfortable or uncertain with.
Short response is that he was actually married to a high born noble lady who treated him horribly. He actually had an encounter with Diluc who felt sympathy for him (for multiple reasons). Diluc knew that the reader and the noble lady had multiple conflicts and eventually it all boiled over and the noble lady was killed. Diluc was the one who asked for the reader to take Kaveh into the harem. The reader was undoubtedly hesitant, the harem was already pretty big and he (Kaveh) offered no real advantage to being add but because Diluc asked....
I would love to explore this and write an actual scenario on is but who knows
I just felt like writing something different. I realized I have written Diluc to be rather docile, submissive, etc. Which in some ways he is, especially when he is around the reader. However, I wanted to explore the other side of him. After all he has been by the readers side longer than anyone (save for Zhongli) and has stood by her through out even her more horrendous actions.
Kaeya, for the first time, was nervous to be around Diluc.
It is a natural thing to happen when you have spent so much time around someone. You think you know how to read them, what they are capable of, what to expect and yet a time comes when reality slaps you hard across the face.
Kaeya realized that as he met Diluc's hardened gaze. He cannot recall a time where Diluc appeared anything other than gentle and kind. Yet, he remembered that it was Diluc who was by your side longer than any of the others in the harem. Diluc who remained loyal by your side even when you committed actions that caused Kaeya's stomach to churn. It was Diluc who even if he despised blood, grime, and violence welcomes you with open arms and a loving heart.
"However," Kaeya shivered, his hand twitching to grasp onto his clothes but he refrained, not trying to portray any weakness. "If any harm is to come to Y/n - or the others in the harem - due to your actions, I wont be forgiving." There wasn't a single tremor in Diluc's voice nor did his eyes flicker away from Kaeya's. "Afterall, my word tends to carry more precedence. " The kind Diluc was currently missing.
Kaeya knows what he is implying. You trust Diluc's word and if Diluc was to have an indication of any sort of suspicion and relay it back to you, you would take it seriously. Despite Kaeya being by your side for a few years now, he is well aware that Diluc's word would easily triumphant over his.
This was a new side of Diluc.
Kaeya was aware that there were those who questioned Diluc's ability to become Emperor one day. While the general public admired Diluc for his soft-spoken demeanor and how well it contrasted with your harsh demeanor. Many doubted his ability to handle the other side that came with being the Emperor. The scheming, the politics, the always having to be one step ahead of anyone else - many people believed that Ayato was a better choice to be emperor due to him being more comfortable with this side of power.
However, looking at Diluc now, he realized that he - just like the public - let their guard down. Diluc would be plenty able to handle the pressures of being emperor.
Realizing this is brought him back to the present and why he was in the position he was in now. Kaeya wanted to shout to Diluc that it wasn't what he was thinking, that he wouldn't do anything to harm y/n or the others, that is was all his family's doing but he froze. In some fuck up part of himself, he still couldn't betray his family and tell Diluc what they were planning, that they were using him as a means to disrupt the harem. That that is why Diluc found the poison and the letters. They didn't like that Diluc was still the highest-ranking and that he was most likely going to be emperor. They believe him to be too soft. If only they could see the Diluc that stood across from him now.
What if, just what if, there's a misunderstanding in the harem about one of them is cheating on Reader? How they will react?
Reader probably know it's not true (it's just a rumor) but maybe it'll be interesting if she pretend to believe it? 🤫
Honestly, this happens more regularly with those who have the concubine title. Venti, especially, when he joined the harem due to his background had a lot of people assuming that he would willingly cheat on the reader.
I don't think the Reader would jump to conclusions. She is (most of the time) relatively level-headed so she wouldn't automatically assume the worst. If it is one of the higher ranking members like Ayato, Diluc, Aether, etc. she would probably send someone to see where the rumors started and investigate. The reason why is because going after the consorts has a greater risk factor. It could cause them to face backlash as well as the reader since their image is basically tied to the reader. Whereas if it was one of the concubines, due to them not having an outstanding position, she would most likely either ignore the rumor or ask them outright.
For Diluc, if there were rumors going around about him cheating, he would at first feel worried but not for himself. He knew he didn't and would never cheat, but he was smart enough to know that it was most likely a ruse. However, he couldn't avoid the twinge of fear at thinking that you may believe the rumors (you never do). However, if it is later on in the marriage when he is more comfortable, he will tell you right away that he didn't cheat rather than wait for you to come to him to address the rumor.
On the other hand, Ayato expected these sort of rumors. He is usually in charge of taking care of guests and he can get a little flirty with his words. Rather, he will do what he can to manipulate guest he doesn't like or trust with the reader, so he has had his fair share of rumors surrounding him. However, he is aware that he cannot go too far with his behaviors due to him have such a high-ranking position. If anything, he is the one who can joke about the rumors with the reader.
Venti and Kaveh actually have similar reactions. With Venti growing up in a brothel and Kaveh previously being married to another high ranking female, both of them were subjected to claims of infidelity. Out of everyone, it makes the two of them the most uncomfortable and they can, if someone doesn't intervene in them, get lost in their heads and worry themselves sick. Usually the reader has to personally calm them down and reassure them.
Others like Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao, Al-Haitham do not really care about rumors like this. Sure they can understand why others worry about it but they know its a lie and they know that the reader is too smart to fall for these rumors so it is basically water off their back.
The ones who would almost never get rumors like this would be Itto (who proudly declares his love of the reader to anyone), Childe (who more than likely have a rumor of him trying to fight a general rather than sleep with someone else), Zhongli (who remains a mysterious figure to the majority of the public).
Albedo, Gorou, Cyno, and Tighnari, even if they do get rumors like these, they are most likely unaware due to them getting so lost into their own work/studies. If someone was to mention it to them they would most likely reply with a blunt "that's an obvious rumor meant to undermine the reader." None of them care to put much thought into it. They may bring it up to the reader next time they see her, but once she reassures them that she has it handled, they just move on.
