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Sep 16, 2022

Passing Hands Epilogue: Adorned With You

Bridgerton!AU || Diluc x Fem!Reader || Smut || 7 048 words

additional tags: implied virgin Diluc, first time, oral (m + f receiving), vaginal fingering, blow jobs, cum swallowing, wet and messy, grinding, missionary, multiple orgasms, creampie, nipple licking, overstimulation, riding, implied diluc reading a book and elzer leaving a diagram so he knows how to have sex for the first time

a/n - welcome to the epilogue that is just porn with feelings i hope yall enjoy it

In all your days, you never expected to find yourself in the arms of a Duke, never mind one who looks at you as though you hung the stars in the sky, or were single handedly responsible for the birth of the angels and yet here you are.

His Grace - you mentally chide yourself - Diluc, as he insists you call him, twirled you skilfully in his arms as he did all those months ago when you first met. This time it was filled with warmth, the stiff politeness no longer present as he leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek. He laughs at the reaction you give him, a visible flusteredness that makes you try to hide away from him. You only fail miserably, his strong arms pulling you closer to his body.

Of course, the wedding reception was beautiful. Celebrated by your closest family and friends on both of your sides in the most lovely venue you can only feel a strong blaze of ecstasy, topped of course only by the cherry on top that is your newly wedded husband.

Husband.

Even now, laying in bed the night after all the festivities and waiting for Diluc to return and thinking about the word makes you squeal in delight. Not only that, but your anticipation only continued to soar as you listened to his footsteps nearing the door.

All of the festivities had you both much too tired to even consider engaging in what so many considered the most exciting part of wedded bliss. Today was all full of travel, the two of you both sat in a comfortable, albeit awkward silence. You both managed to find something to talk about, Diluc indulging in small talk for once but you couldn’t stop thinking about the adorable way he found himself unable to look at you, pale skin flushing bright pink when his eyes would look anywhere that could be considered scandalous. But none of that stopped you from initiating the first move, stepping over to him in the small space and capturing his lips with yours only to be met with an equally needy and clumsy attempt to match your request.

It seemed you two had come to an unspoken agreement that tonight would be the night you consummate your marriage.

You hear his steps hesitate outside the door and can practically feel his weight against the wood, imagine the way his fist hovers over it in the air above the barrier between you two. Your hand rests on your chest as you try your best to remain calm, already having slipped into something much more comfortable to avoid any awkward entanglements or complicated untying of corsets and clothes.

Finally, the knock sounds out in your room and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“You can come in. I’m still decent,” you laugh airily, hearing a slight chuckle leaving his lips as he steps in carefully.

“I’m glad for it,” he responds, the hints of a smile still on his face.

Diluc makes a beeline for the foot of the bed, still wanting to give you as much space as possible. However, the pout on your face makes it clear to him that it might be too much and he comes closer to you, sitting by your side and taking your hand into his.

“You know we can put this off until another night, right?” he says softly, resting his forehead against yours.

His hair slips over his shoulders, tickling your shoulder slightly as he looks into your eyes. The way that he stares at you, the heat of his body, the feeling of his hand in yours, it makes it all too perfect and you’re more than desperate to see more of him, feel more of him.

Slowly, you tilt your head to press your lips against his, the two of you quickly having learned what the other likes in the short amount of time you had to explore such scandalous actions that were forbidden for unmarried couples. Similarly to your earlier sessions you feel his hands slide into your hair, gently pushing you against him closer.

Soon enough, you find yourself placed in his lap, struggling to catch your breath as he begins to explore more of you. His mouth finds your cheek, placing reverential kisses there before heading down to your jaw and neck. The feeling is foreign but welcomed, your hands fisting the fabric of his shirt as you gasp breathlessly, a slight sound escaping your lips. Diluc keeps his hands on your waist, fingers digging into you in a desperate attempt to ground himself in the oasis that was your entire being.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” he says huskily, clearly affected by the attention he was giving you.

“It feels nice,” you reassure, tilting your head more to give him room to continue.

“I’m glad. I had no idea if the books were right,” he mutters, making you shove him back with an amused snort.

“Did you study on how to consummate our marriage?” you question, thinly veiled giggles leaving your lips at the embarrassment of the man in front of you.

“Well it’s not like I’ve done anything like this before!” he huffs, grip relaxing on you a little.

“I would have thought perhaps you’ve been to a brothel or something of the sort,” you continue teasing, feeling a little better that the two of you were on a level playing field.

“The most I’ve done is touch myself. I didn’t want to visit a brothel. It felt rude to just assert myself and demand attention from someone I’ve never met. Besides, I much preferred waiting,” he responds, averting your gaze by returning his mouth to your neck.

“You’ve given me the most happiness in my life thus far. It only feels right to have waited to experience something like this with someone as perfect as you,” Diluc breathes against your skin, grip coming back to hold you tightly.

“Did you touch yourself thinking of me?” you gasp, fingers digging into his shoulders as he gets more insistent with his kisses at the sound of your question.

“Contrary to never having actually done the act, I know enough about it through books. I think my Valet thought it best I learn for myself at some point. But none of them told me just how difficult it would be to keep my desires at bay with only myself for comfort when something that must feel infinitely better was so close yet so far out of my reach.”

You can practically feel his voice rumbling in his chest, words bouncing against his ribcage before spilling over onto your collarbone.

“It was nowhere near as satisfying as it is to have you in my arms right now,” he confirms, gently pushing you onto your back and crawling over you.

Your arms rest on his shoulder, trying to bury yourself into the bed to avoid his heavy stare, the fact that your union was imminent really sinking in under the weight of his body. He sees your hesitation and pauses, straddling your waist and sitting up a little ways from you.

“Are you sure you want to continue? We really do not have to,” he reiterates, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

“I do! I do, I’m just getting shy,” you admit, giving him the room to return the feeling.

“It’s definitely a lot more intimidating when we’re actually getting ready to do it, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

His eyes roam over your body, realising that you were already in your sleepwear. Diluc headed over to your room as soon as he finished work, leaving himself still relatively dressed. With this realisation, he begins to undress himself, stepping away from you and going over to a corner of the room to give himself some privacy that he sorely needs.

Separated from you, it gives him the room to clear his head slightly. He thinks he’ll be able to continue with a clear head, nervous energy brimming against his fingertips and practically shooting out of him slowing down a bit when he works methodically at the buttons on his shirt. But it all comes shooting back up when he sees your hands slipping around his waist, feeling that mischievous smile against his back as you press your body against him.

“Can I help?” you ask sweetly, making his heart skip a beat.

His breath hitches and he nods slowly, both glad and disappointed you were taking some initiative. Diluc was glad that you were as willing as he was hoping you’d be, butterflies bashing against his stomach as your fingers brush against it. On the other hand, he wanted to try to take his time with you, see what kinds of things he can pull from you at his leisure.

Regardless, he finds himself topless in a few minutes of his deliberation. He puts his hand over yours and brings it to lay your palms flat against his body, biting his lip slightly at the feeling of you touching his bare skin. He turns in your arms and you squeak, doing your best to avert your gaze.

“I don’t think it’s fair for you to undress me and not look at what you’ve done,” Diluc teases, putting his fingers under your chin and tilting your eyes up to look at his face.

“Would you rather I blindfold you for our first time?”

Your eyes widen at the proposition, shaking your head. While you might not be opposed to it in future situations right now you wanted to see him as he was, appreciate his body and begin your exploration of him. In tune with those words your hands begin to slowly slide up his strong chest, fingers linking behind his neck and bringing him down to press a soft kiss against his lips.

“Maybe next time. But right now we could try to continue on the bed?” you suggest, quickly becoming addicted to the way he feels against you.

Without giving you a second to register it happening, Diluc quickly grabs you and places you back onto the bed with ease, the sheer strength of the man taking you out of your current situation for a moment.

“I knew you were strong but I didn’t know you were that strong!” you gasp breathlessly, wondering how else he could use his strength.

“I keep fairly active,” he offers as an explanation, seeming flustered at your praise.

“It’s really nothing.”

To distract himself from your compliment he returns to the side of the bed and pulls you to him, kneeling down and staring at you up from between your legs. Your face flushes as you slowly piece together what you think he wants, sitting up abruptly.

“You don’t have to. I didn’t even consider the notion that you’d try to,” you say quickly, ignoring the heat in your body at his expectant look at you.

“But I want to. If you aren’t comfortable, that will make the rest of the process much more difficult, won’t it?

He begins to lift your skirt, pressing more kisses against your legs and thighs. Your mind scrambles, not expecting him to have been so anticipatory of your pleasure. From the few things you heard or understood this was a rarity. Still, it doesn’t mean you want to miss out on it so you nod instead, swallowing your nerves and letting him continue.

The way that your skin brushes against his lips as he slowly draws himself closer to your body makes him shudder, every light movement of your body setting his nerves alight. Despite the light of the room being dark with the few candles it’s more than enough for him to let his imagination run wild, desperate to find that place that will make you reach the heavens and further beyond.

Tentatively, he brings a hand up to your unclothed pussy. Internally, he has no idea what to do and is very thankful in his head for the surprisingly detailed diagram Elzer left in his room the other day. Lightly shaking his head, he tries to rid himself of the more analytical aspects of what he’s about to do, trying to focus more on what you want him to do.

His fingers gently rub up against your labia, sucking in a breath of air at how warm it is. Your body stiffens and he begins to explore a little more with his fingers, finding a spot where you felt particularly wet. Experimentally, he prods at it further and you almost knee him in the face at the feeling, Diluc looking up to try and figure out what you’re doing.

“Does it hurt?”

“No I just wasn’t expecting you to do that at all,” you reply, shyly taking his hand and directing him somewhere else.

“I don’t think my body is ready enough for that yet. Can you touch this first?”

Underneath the pads of his fingers he feels a slight pulse, a little fascinated with what he was watching. His body moves on its own accord, his other hand pressing against your thigh as his upper body pins you underneath him, forcing you to spread your legs much further than you expected. Your embarrassment makes you desperate to push him away but he’s much too strong, thumb slowly beginning to circle the small nub you led him to.

“This makes you wetter, doesn’t it?” he asks breathily, his other fingers delving back to your opening to press against it and confirm his suspicions.

Your gasps and whines at his touch further encourage his ministrations, getting the brilliant idea to use your own wetness to lubricate his fingers against the seemingly sensitive nub. The tips of his fingers gather your slick, slowly trailing it up your pussy to your clit and makes you shiver, the smoother motion of his fingers letting him make faster and tighter circles against the bundle of nerves.

“Diluc-” you moan, head thrown back into the bed at the feeling.

Instinctively, your thighs try to close up around his body but the fascination he has at your reactions makes him place himself sturdier between your legs, unyielding to your efforts. Instead, his eyes are obsessed with the way he can see your hole clench over nothing, the breathy moans you make, the way that you seem to even react to his breath lightly fanning against your heated core.

Without thinking he presses his tongue up against your clit and you let out a choked moan at the contact. You stare at him incredulously but aren’t even given the chance to question him when he continues, curiously lapping at the bud. He is faintly aware of the way your hands tangle into his hair and pull on it, the way your moans get heavier when he applies more pressure, the absolutely maddening way you feel against his lips when he gives you an experimental suck.

It’s all so lewd, lewder than he ever expected anything to be, cock straining against his pants as he continues the movements of his tongue and lips against your clit. His fingers have slowly figured out what they want to do, one slipping into your entrance. The way that you squeeze around the digit makes him groan, the vibrations making you whine and pull even more at his scarlet locks. Slowly, he pumps it in and out, the difference of the pace between that and his mouth making you see stars.

It all comes to a head when you feel yourself cumming, unable to warn him as you press his face further into you, hips bucking against him with a loud moan of his name. He simply lets you use him as you please, more than content to watch the way your tits rise with each breath and the knowledge that somehow, he made you cum.

Sweetly, he presses a kiss against your clit and runs his palm over your thighs, standing up to let you catch your breath at the world-shattering orgasm you just had. As you do so, his hands continue to traverse the planes of your body, reaching underneath you to fully pull off your night clothes. You’re too mindblown to say anything, simply relishing in the feeling of his lips pressing more kisses against your neck and jaw when suddenly you feel a pressure against your nipple.

“Wait - Diluc -” you pant, not expecting to see the strong cocktail of lust and adoration in his eyes that make you gush between your thighs.

“I want to see you cum again,” he whispers headily, intoxicated by your body.

His tongue laves over your nipple, his other finger coming to gently tease the other one before they switch. Diluc is anything but consistent, leaving your mind spiralling as you try to ground yourself in the unsteady feelings he gives you. You can feel his fingers reaching down to your core again, thighs clamping tightly over his hand as he enters you again, this time with two fingers.

“You’ll do it for me, won’t you?”

You can barely register his words when his thumb circles your clit again, clearly a very quick learner. He’s already begun to memorise where you want him most, the best way to make your soaking wet hole close over his fingers in a way that he hopes will be mirrored when his cock finally makes its appearance. Diluc knows how hard he is, tip undeniably pink and leaking. His pants are ruined beyond repair but none of that matters when he can feel you about to cum again, removing his mouth from your chest to swallow up your terribly desperate moans.

To test the waters, he begins to pump his fingers faster, the positive reaction you give him fueling him on further. His goal is incredibly clear to him, wanting to watch you unravel thanks to the insistent press of his hands on your body, explore what it is that can make you fall apart. Every time you try to speak he shuts you up with a rough circle with the pad of his thumb or with a simple scissoring motion of his fingers. The stretch around his fingers reminds him that soon he’ll feel it around his cock and he groans, lightly grinding his erection against your bare thigh.

You’re so wet you can feel your slick running down his hand, thighs painted in the shiny liquid and only aiding his efforts. You dig your nails into his back, clawing down the length of the lean muscles, hips humping into his hand and making your moans even more pronounced with each meeting of his wrist. His fingers fuck you hard, the prodding of his cock against you making you even more desperate to cusp that high again, clenching hard over his fingers as your orgasm approaches.

“Diluc - I’m cumming -” you call, throwing your head back as he speeds up, using his other hand to focus on pinching and tugging at your clit in a way that makes you scream.

When you cum again you wonder if you’ve created a puddle of arousal underneath your shared bodies, Diluc letting you catch your breath as he tries to figure out where he wants to go from here. His hands gravitate to his cock, ready to fully undress himself when you reach out to touch him, the simple brush of your fingers against his clothed tip enough to force him to bite back a low moan.

“I want to return the favour,” you tell him, repositioning yourself on your hands and knees in front of him on the bed.

Diluc’s eyes widen as he takes you in fully underneath him, the provocative way you’ve arranged yourself making him throb. He nods slowly, incredibly nervous but also not minding you taking the lead for the next little while. Diluc knows that he can trust you and that he wants to, helping you pull off his trousers and groaning softly at the feeling of the cold air around him as his dick lightly slaps against his toned stomach. He has to restrain himself from reaching around to stroke his dick, wanting so badly to relieve himself from the desire that has him desperate to ram into you without reprieve.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him, not sure what you expected but it most certainly was not what you saw. His tip is red, almost angry and dripping and you can’t help but feel pride rush through your veins at the knowledge that this happened to him because of you. That right now, the simple fact that your breath was brushing up against the muscle was making him moan lowly, the way your hand gently strokes him is making his thighs tense, the way that your tongue feels against him is making him dig his fingers into your hair, barely able to hold back his hips from bottoming out into your mouth.

His cock is heavy against your tongue, throbbing with need and you aren’t really sure how you’re supposed to please him like this but the look of bliss on his face is making it clear that whatever you’re doing is working. Tentatively, you tap the head of him against your lips, the hand you’re using to brace yourself on the sheets digging into the mattress at the way you felt him twitch. His hips rock forward, wanting to sink himself into your mouth, dig his hands into your hair and hold you still and that desire is only heightened when he feels your lips close over his head, sucking on his tip lightly.

Your hand goes to lightly stimulate the parts of his cock that you can’t reach, using your fingers to lightly tease his balls whenever you find yourself back at the base of him. The taste of him is something you don’t think you’ll ever be able to forget, wanting to draw out more of his essence. You pull him out of your mouth with a light pop, dragging your tongue over the length of his cock repeatedly slowly and it makes him shudder. When the warmth of your mouth returns to his cock he moans loudly, tensing up even more when you begin a steady draw that allows your mouth to fuck his cock.

“Fuck - [Name] - yes, just like that,” he pants breathlessly, the words of praise lighting up a fire inside of you.

Slowly, he begins to buck his hips, mind getting cloudy with pleasure. Somewhere he remembers to make sure not to move too fast lest he choke you, not wanting to bring a premature end to what he thinks is the closest he’ll get to heaven while on Earth. You let yourself take your time to adjust to his shallow thrusts, deciding to use your other charms to make him go crazy.

Your eyes stare up at him, the innocent doe like look in your eyes making him thrust harder, hands weaving themselves into your locks as he holds you in place. The tightness in his balls only gets worse with each draw of his hips into your mouth, knees widening his stance so he can move more efficiently, let you suck him even deeper and he almost cums on the spot when he feels you sucking and licking at him again as he shallowly fucks your mouth. A loud groan slips past his lips and he feels his orgasm coming.

“I’m gonna cum - do you want me to pull out?” he asks breathlessly, trying to stop the involuntary jerk of his hips to give you the room to decide.

As soon as you hear those words you shake your head, the motion making him moan again as he shoves himself into your mouth, sighing in pleasure at the feeling of cumming down your throat. You choke a little as he cums, swallowing his seed alongside his cock until you think it’s all gone.

Diluc’s cock doesn’t soften at all, your swallowing making him even harder as he throbs in your mouth, pulling out with a gasp. The cold air is made colder with your spit shining all over his dick and he can’t help but imagine what it’d look like once you’re creaming all over his balls, white ring settling at the base of his cock as he watches it slam into your soaked pussy.

“Did I do good?” you ask him, resting your cheek against his thigh and staring back up at him.

“You did amazing,” he confirms, your breath against his body continuing to excite him.

“But I need more. I want to cum inside of you.”

The polite way his words sound fully juxtapose their crude content, making you laugh to yourself before nodding. Getting comfortable, you lay down against the silken sheets and let him crawl over you again, just like before. Your legs automatically wrap around his hips and your breath catches at the feeling of his dick rubbing up against your wet folds. He takes a second to get used to the feeling, inadvertently teasing you with each catch of his cockhead against your clit, the way you can feel him parting your lips and almost slip in before just continuing to slide.

“Diluc, stop teasing me,” you moan, hips bucking into his and clutching at the pillows at another catch of his cockhead, the tip almost entering you properly.

“I want to make sure you’re ready,” he mutters, eyes transfixed on the way he can watch himself spread you.

After a while, Diluc guides himself to finally enter you, desperate to know what you feel like after being given a preview on his fingers. You hold your breath in anticipation, efforts wasted when you exhale sharply at the feeling of his tip pushing through, hands flying to hold onto his shoulders to ground yourself. He panics, holding still despite every cell in his body begging him to ram into you, force you to accommodate his girth and fuck the pain you feel out of you.

“Does it hurt already?” he says with concern, ready to pull out when you shake your head.

“Not yet,” you reassure him.

“I just want you to keep that pace. I need a bit of time to adjust because of your…endowment.”

He laughs a little, resting his forehead against your neck. The pressure he felt to ensure he met your expectations lessens a little. His hands move from bracing himself on the mattress to holding yours after taking them from his back, fingers locking together as he adjusts himself to continue.

The warmth wrapped around him is like no other and he has to muffle his moan of pleasure in your body, hands holding onto yours so tightly as he feels you give around him. You struggle to take him all, doing your best to take it all in stride to take him inch by inch until you finally feel him bottom out.

Diluc knows you must need a second, peppering your neck in soft kisses wordlessly as he does his best not to cum on the spot. It’s practically impossible with the way that you clench around him, the sound of your breath in his ear, the erotic quality of even just your chest falling and rising.

“Are you okay?”

His voice is so soft, easily missed if you weren’t literally attached to him right now and you nod, turning to try and press a kiss to his head.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to fit but somehow you did,” you mutter, the discomfort beginning to give way to pleasure.

You’re not sure how to respond, lightly bucking your hips to test see how it feels only to immediately gasp in pleasure. Diluc perks up at the noise, looking to your face to see if he can gauge your state of being. It makes him shift inside of you and you moan again, all the pain from before completely subsided. The way you clench around him makes him desperate for more, body instinctively bucking into you without warning.

“It feels better now,” you tell him, meeting his gaze as best you can without getting too embarrassed.

“You aren’t hurt anymore?” he confirms, silently thanking the gods that he might be able to relieve this painful ache in his balls soon.

A definite shake of your head has him beginning to thrust more purposefully, moving slow as to avoid hurting you too much. It turns you on more than you can imagine, able to feel each inch of him slowly dragging in and out of you, every part of his cock filling you out so perfectly you think you were made for him, as does he. The way your plush walls squeeze around him, a warmth so comforting yet vulgar makes him wonder how he managed to make it this long simply with just his hand and an abstract imagining of what it would be like to finally be with you like this.

You can’t help but let out soft moans, fingers clenching against his desperately as you buck your hips up against him. He tries to match your pace, beginning to recognise that it’s faster than his and so he accommodates, speeding up with a barely concealed groan he just manages to push into your mouth with a hungry kiss.

“Diluc,” you whine, catching his attention.

“I need more. More of you - please,” you beg lightly, planting your feet against the bed as you try to buck into him harder.

“What do you want darling?” he huffs, sucking light marks into the side of your neck.

“I don’t know. I just - please, Diluc - I need more. ”

Diluc’s brain tries to grasp at what you mean, wanting to understand and treat you the way you wanted him to treat you. He loses himself in his thoughts a little, wanting to apply what he was beginning to learn about the way your body responded to earlier acts without realising his body was taking over until a loud moan slips past his lips, accenting the whines and pants you were giving him.

In his stupor, his body decided to do what he’s been wanting to do, speeding up significantly as it rams into you. Somehow, he managed to find a special spot within you that makes you see stars, a spot you didn’t even know existed until the head of his cock started practically brutalising it by striking home with each thrust. The strength of his body tilts your hips upwards the slightest bit, gravity assisting him with each downstroke that makes the two of you grasp, Diluc adjusting his body to take full advantage.

Each time he fucks into you lets you feel him against your clit, each time he meets it sending a sharp jolt of pleasure that only makes the wet sound of his heavy balls slapping against your pussy that much louder, comepeting only with your moans. The few seconds you manage to ground yourself to focus on him are wasted as you close your eyes in bliss at the sight of his focused face, eyebrows furrowed as he wills himself not to cum too early because fuck you feel amazing and he’s never felt this way before.

You feel his hands pull away from yours and you’re about to ask him why when you feel him grab at the backs of your knees, pushing them towards your chest to force you into an angle that somehow makes you feel him even deeper inside of you. Diluc knows if he doesn’t ground himself soon he’ll be fully lost in the heaven that is your body, hips slamming into you roughly as he loses it at the feeling of his orgasm beginning to tail him but no, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to feel you cum around him first.

As soon as his fingers begin to rub at your clit you almost let out a scream, your newly freed leg trying to push him away but he moves quickly, turning his other forearm to hold both your knees down as he continues to pinch and rub at the nub. His other hand splays across your other thigh, fingers digging into it as his elbow keeps the one he was holding before in place. You’re pinned down with just one arm and that thought has you cumming tightly around him, his name coming off your tongue like a hymn to the gods.

“Oh my god - fuck - Diluc it feels so good -” you moan, trying to no avail to push against the arm keeping you down.

“Yeah? You like this?” he growls, focus shot.

Diluc is completely gone as soon as he feels your cumming, bringing his other hand back up to pin your thighs against the bed as he ruts into you wildly, barely able to pull out half of his dick before beginning his descent back into you vocally. He groans at the sight of you creaming around him, a pale ring around the base of his cock from the exertion of both your bodies and it makes him cum, your orgasm unable to fully stop as he bucks into you as fast and as hard as he can to ride out his peak.

It’s nowhere near enough for him he thinks as he fills you up, the light whimpers you give at the feeling making him hard again. He doesn’t even think to give you a second to rest before he’s back inside of you, cock fucking into you even harder than before as he keeps you in place. Your thighs try to move against his strong hands, wanting to clamp down over his body but he doesn’t let them, instead rocking his hips as much as he can with every thrust to stimulate your clit because he knows that’s some secret to making you cum around him as hard as you did. His mouth comes down to bite and nip at your chest, easily finding a nipple to suck and lick over. Your hands bury themselves in his hair, taking apart the ponytail he worked so carefully on to try and compensate for the pounding he’s giving you between your legs.

“You’re going to fucking break me!” you squeal, not minding in the least because if this is how you go out then that’s one hell of a story to tell wherever you end up.

“I won’t if you’re good. You’ve been doing so well thus far, I’m sure you can handle more,” he pants, desperate to cum again and fill you up.

You can feel his cum dripping out of you only to get fucked back inside with his cock and it’s so arousing to you that you can feel yourself getting even wetter, waves of pleasure emanating from you to beg him to use you more, fuck you harder. It gets easier and easier for him to rail into you, now fully removing his cock from you before shoving it back in. Every time he does you can feel yourself moving on the mattress, knowing for a fact that if it weren’t for him holding you down you would have slipped off the bed by now.

Diluc can practically feel his every day stress coming off of him as he uses your wet hole, cunt so ready and willing to take every part of him and he thanks the gods again for giving him you. You loved him so much, made him feel so many things he didn’t know he could feel and now here he is absolutely destroying your pussy without a second thought as you gasp and scream his name. He quickly decides that that’s his favourite song, making sure that he does exactly as you like to keep you loud. Every time you get even the slightest bit quieter he changes his pace, does something different to keep you on your toes and keeps you guessing. His inconsistent pace doesn’t let you relax at all, not even minding that anybody who walked past the door could hear how amazing he was making you feel.

You’re so close to cumming again, the sporadic movements of your walls something he was already beginning to memorise when he pulls out with a grunt, not wanting to but also deciding he wanted to try something else. You give him a confused look until you feel him sliding under you, pulling you to straddle his hips and holding the base of his cock as he looks at you expectantly.

“What are you waiting for? Sit.”

The words aren’t a suggestion but a command and you find yourself in a trance as you manage to slide down onto him. Like this you can practically feel him in your stomach, about to start bucking on his cock desperately when he decides you aren’t going to be given that chance. His hands hold your hips in place now, keeping you where he decides he wants you as he braces himself and begins fucking into you roughly.

“Diluc fuck, ” is all you can manage at the feeling of him tearing up your insides, fucking up into you so deeply however he wants and you love it.

Diluc’s eyes are trained at where your bodies meet, the glow of the candles illuminating the way you coat his cock in your slick, watching as it drips down to trace the outline of his balls smacking against you. He watches transfixed as his cum drips out of you and lands on his stomach with every move he makes, practically using you to see just how much your body will react to his rough fucking. There’s nothing you can do but hold on, burying your face into his neck as you feel yourself cresting that high again.

His hands tighten against your waist, rhythm completely gone as he digs his nails into your skin and throws his head back at the feeling of cumming inside your tight heat again. The feeling is only prolonged as you pulse around him, Diluc gasping at the feeling that’s almost as though you’re trying to milk every drop of cum out of him. It makes him want more of you, not sure how much more his body can handle but knowing that it wants more, cock twitching at the thought that he could very easily bend you over this or that, keep your legs open so he can thrust into that tight heat that won’t stop drooling over him.

“My Angel, can you take more?” he asks desperately, pulling you into a deep kiss as his hips begin to roll again. The moan you give him outlines the beginning of your response as your body responds in kind.

You said your vows knowing the beginning of your marriage was going to be blissful, but you had no idea it’d be this amazing.

Sunlight filters in through the curtains of the room and you’re glad that it’s not able to hit your face at full strength because of the fatigue that has made its home firmly within your bones. You begin to move around, wanting to shift your sleeping position when you realise your movement is impeded. A weight secures itself around your waist, two arms holding your bare body tightly against a firm chest.

They let up a little bit and you try to turn, failing when the breath against your neck becomes irregular. You hear the sound of his throat clearing and feel him hug you a little tighter to his body, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

“Good morning my darling,” Diluc says horsley, voice coloured by disuse and your late night activities.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?’ you ask back softly, finally able to turn and face him.

His normally fluffy locks are even fluffier from sleep, bouncing back a little bit when you lightly tap them in amusement. His face scrunches up a little at the feeling and you laugh a little more, moving in to press a light kiss against his lips.

“I slept very well,” he replies, yawning.

“Although, I wish we could sleep more. Considering that it is our honeymoon I can only assume everyone will leave us to our own devices and I’ll have more time to spend in bed with you.” His words are wistful, warming your heart.

“I can only hope. I could really use the rest too.”

Diluc sits up sharply, suddenly remembering that you had to deal with the brunt of his excitement. He lifts the sheets up gingerly, willing himself not to get too aroused at the sight of your body as he inspects you for blemishes that look like they hurt rather than just the result of his passion. Slowly, as though you’ll break, he runs his fingers over the bruises his teeth left behind caringly.

“Are you hurt? I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

“No. I feel fine,” you reassure him, shifting your legs to prove it to him.

“I just feel a little sore is all. But it’s quite a comfortable soreness. I don’t mind it at all.”

He buries his face into your neck, taking the moment to breathe you in and press new kisses against the ones he left you last night. It tickles you a little bit, hisi hair brushing against your skin but you don’t want to push him away. Every bit of his warmth feels so precious to you, not wanting to run the risk of losing any of it.

“Regardless, I’m sorry,” he mumbles against you, wrapping his arms around your back.

“I’m not supposed to hurt you. I’m supposed to make you happy. I’m your husband after all.”

The words are so soft and innocent and you respond in kind, running your fingers through his hair and pulling him back slightly to press a loving kiss to his lips. He returns the kiss slowly but eagerly, hands roaming over your body as he presses you more into him. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt, the depth of his feelings for you ever clearer with each pass of his lips over yours.

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