a/n: a little something something bc ykw i'm pissed off at not having a valentine the other day.
warnings: dom!reader, sub!character, gn!reader (words like dick and cock used but can be read as a strap-on), gags, blindfold, headphones, sensory deprivation, handcuffs, anal sex, praise, dacryphillia, hickeys, mentions of vibrators, spankings, ignoring(?), and overstimulation, what if i start sending you guys in blind
"you know..." you started to murmur despite knowing he couldn't hear you. how could he? his ears were covered with noise cancelling headphones, his eyes covered by a blindfold, his mouth gagged, and his arms handcuffed above his head. he couldn't sense a damn thing but your presence looming over him.
your hand lifted up one side of the headphones, leaning close to whisper, "i could keep you like this forever and you wouldn't be able to do a thing. you'd just have to take whatever i gave you."
it was mean, of course, but he had been so fucking annoying it was making you want to ruin him beyond belief. your words made him tremble and something between a gag and a whine pushed past the ball between his lips.
"don’t complain. it's your fault for being away for a week. you're mine, remember that? you aren't anyone else's and yet you were off with someone else for valentine's day." you kiss your teeth instead of his lips and it makes him squirm beneath you.
he's trying to apologize. you know that, but it doesn't mean you have any sympathy or desire to hear his pathetic excuses. your hand returns the headphones to his ear and once again he's left floating in a void of nothing except the vague sensation of you nearby.
he wants to reach to you so badly, his arms flexing against the handcuffs to no avail. he didn’t mean to make you so upset. but, then again, what was he expecting leaving for a week because of whatever reason he had?
"breathe, baby." you whisper to the air, knowing he probably feels your words inside him anyways. gentle fingers travel up his sides, along his ribcage and up to his chest with featherlight touches that make him tremble. regardless of how rude your darling was, he sure did know how to obey. watching him take slow, deep breaths around his gag as drool began to slip past his lips made you smile fondly at him.
he wishes so dearly that he could see it. the break in your well-deserved agitation with him was all he was thinking of in his mind--along with how much he'd worship you afterwards to show he was sorry.
his arms flexed yet again against the metal handcuffs, making them clink against your headboard so sweetly to your ears. taking his senses away was a blessing and a curse in your mind. on one hand, it was a good punishment for your darling. though, it was equally torturous for you to not be able to see and hear the wonderful reactions you loved so truly.
inch by inch, you took your time thrusting back into your beloved's waiting hole. it was gaping and sloppy--having already been stretched and filled with lube. you weren't giving him pain. instead, you were making sure he felt as little as possible so that everything he did feel was miles more intense than usual.
"mmmng..." he whined around the rubber, back arching off the mattress as he attempted to meet your hips halfway. somehow, the slowness of your actions, each so strategically thought out, was worse than the feeling of you roughly pounding into him and spanking his ass when he did something bad.
your hands met his wandering hips, pushing them gently but firmly back down to the bed and pinning them there. "ah ah, no. bad boy." you cooed, lightly flicking the angry red tip of his dick with a finger.
the motion made his whole body jerk, drops of pre-cum immediately coating the head of his cock as his whining got louder. his breathing picked up and he squirmed upon feeling you continue to gradually bottom out in his needy ass. he'd take anything you gave him, really he would. he just wished he could apologize to you properly and get his senses back.
it wasn't the vibrator, or the spankings, or the multiple orgasms that he hated most as punishment, it was the ones that restricted him from having you.
when you had left him alone to ride a dildo mounted to the floor and only returned after he had cum twice, he had been sobbing and begging you to forgive him. this was no different, though at least you were still here with him. despite your touch, he could feel the tears building up behind the blindfold from nothing other than pure unbridled desire to see you and hear you and touch you.
with each long drag of your dick along his walls as you pull out only to push back in at a similar agonizing pace, he started to feel his breaking point. he could feel his orgasm building, the heat in his tummy coiling up, and his thighs clenching. but, fuck, he wanted to cum while holding you. he wanted to see you and hear your sweet words as you talked him through it.
"mmmmm~!" he moaned louder, his squirming becoming more frequent as he pulled against the cuffs. it was only when you saw the first tear slip through his blindfold that you smirked and lifted a hand to the ball between his lips.
even a mere lean forward had him writhing beneath you, trying ever so desperately to ward off his own orgasm that was teetering over the edge from the feeling of you being so deep inside him. as the ball was slowly pulled away from his sore mouth, he quickly shut it, swallowing his own drool and attempting to compose himself.
"is there something you wanna say, baby?" your voice was honey to his ear as you lifted one side of the headphones to speak to him. he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out--his legs clenching together in fear of summing on the spot.
"p-please, i'm hic i'm sorry! i'm so sorry, i'll make it up to you, i promise. i-ngh~! i'm only yours... i swear i wasn't with anyone else. please let me h-hold you. i wanna..." your poor darling can't even finish his adorable begging as he dissolves into pathetic panting, doing his hardest to hold back on summing even as you continue to slowly fuck into his pulsing hole.
"i wanna see you..." he finally manages to get out, sounding so whiny and miserable that it makes you sigh. "please?"
there was the cherry on top. even if you would never deny yourself the pleasure of watching your sweetheart cling to you as he cums--accompanied by tears falling down his eyes and incoherent blabbers falling out of his mouth--you feign reluctance as you undo his blindfold and handcuffs.
the second he can see you again, it's like an angel in front of him. he can't help but instantly wrap his arms around your neck and pull you down on top of him with a surprising burst of energy despite feeling so weak.
"shhhh, it's okay. i forgive you... i guess. you gonna cum for me now? show me who you belong to?" you purr into his ears, freshly free from the headphones and swimming in all the noises they'd missed.
"nghh... mhmmm. you..." he mumbles, clenching tightly around you as he feels you speed up, fucking his leaking hole with more vigour now that you can see how desperate he's become. your pretty little thing has gone dumb with how much he missed you.
"i know, baby. that's right, you do belong to me. can you cum for me, sweetheart? can you do that?" you ask, a trace of mockery dripping into your tone. your self restraint isn't strong enough when all he can do is moan without a thought in the world.
he answers you with nodding, his face pressed into the crook of your neck, before latching onto your precious skin to sloppily suck on it--his mouth feeling suddenly empty without the gag. as much as he tries to wrap his legs around your waist and keep you pressed even closer against him, he's shaking too badly. all they can do is fall open and give you better access to his warm, spongey walls.
your hands roam his body, making him sigh dreamily at the sensation he had been craving. whoever said taking away all the senses made touch more intense was a liar, because the feeling of having them back made your hands feel like heaven. each touch of your lips against the side of his face and head made him tighten his hold on you from both his arms and his ass. he needed you taking care of him. he needed to experience every bit of you. forget nulling his senses, he wanted them to be overwhelmed with your being.
with a gasp, he cums, biting down on your neck and whimpering loud. he holds you so tightly you almost think he's upset until you see the blissed out look on his face.
"easy baby, good boy. you did so well. did that feel good?" you coo softly, grinning as you watch him nod with tears streaming down his face and hiccups making his body shake. "yeah? awww, what a darling i have. can you tell me what 2 + 2 is?"
you just can't help it, not when your darling is so adorable and fucked out that he can't even think. after your question processes, he pouts, hiding his face in your shoulder and pretending he's annoyed you'd be so mean as to belittle him like that when he's still around your dick. really, he can't understand what you're asking him even though he knows it's easy, and it's making his dick hard again.
nanami, JUNICHIRO, diluc, GYOMEI, satan, denki, your favs <3
notes: first time writing abt diluc in smexy way lessgooooo
diluc was never one to get kinky in the bedroom. if anything, your lover preferred soft and slow sex — lazy sex, if you will — with a few bondages or blindfolds thrown in here and there. when had one too many drinks and playing “spill your guts” with kaeya and rosaria, they made a bet in front of you that you can’t ever get diluc to do more than just that.
and what did your drunk ass do? accept the bet of course.
it was a but confusing at first. despite saying that you wanted to take your bedroom experiences with your fiance to the next level, you… also lacked in knowledge of kinks and bdsm. which led you to borrow a book about it from lisa’s library. to which, the ever so smug witch teased you at.
flipping through the guide for kinks book, you came across many things. ones that seemed vanilla and could work to you two. ones that made you cringe. ones that made you literally shut the book, place it down and walk in circles around the room because why would anyone be into being fucked when threatened? aka, fear kink.
to say that the rest of what little innocence you had left had flew out the window would be an understatement.
but after losing so many brain cells and sacrificing your shreds of sanity, you came to a conclusion. ‘sensory deprivation’ — a kink in which you take away your partner’s senses for a moment to heighten their pleasure. sounds simple, sweet and pleasurable. considering diluc was already into bondage, it could work.
now what remained was on how to bring it up to him…
yes, you also lost a lot of brain cells trying to come up with a way to bring up the kink to him. just saying it on a peaceful dinner or lunch would be awkward. during cuddling is basically impossible since your overworked fiance drops dead the moment he feels the warmth of your embrace.
good thing your forgetful self left the book on your nightstand to which your sharp lover had found. just reading the title written on the hardcover book was enough to make the young lord cough and hide the flush of his cheeks. you were not the one to bring up the topic first. your lover, who’s face was burning hotter and hotter by the second, was.
by the time you two finally managed to come to an agreement that yes, you two will try sensory deprivation, the room was already significantly warmer than it was before. a result of your fiance’s vision.
hands tied behind his back, a ball gag placed securely in his mouth and a blindfold over his eyes. in a way, diluc was glad for the blindfold. if he were to ever take a glance of himself in such a compromising position or to meet your eyes, he was sure that he might set something on fire. literally.
he could hear you shuffling around the room. his other senses being temporarily restricted caused his hearing to be more hyper than before. every little breathe, shuffle of the sheets, he heard them all. and it caused his heart to beat faster in his chest, excited, nervous and most definitely aroused judging by his cock standing hard and weeping pre.
the gentle hug with your chest to his back catches him by surprise, jolting slightly in place with a muffled grunt.
“sorry. did i scare you?” you ask, peppering kisses on the freckles littered on his shoulder. he shakes his head ‘no’, wanting to assure you with his words but forgetting the ball gag in his mouth. so, he simply settles on nodding or shaking his head instead.
“can i touch you ‘luc? do you mind?” you ask again, nails grazing against his naval slowly. although you may not have intended it, diluc felt teased by your hand ghosting over his member but never touching it. the red head nods, soft and curly hair locks draping over his back. how he always manages to look so beautiful so effortlessly makes you jealous sometimes.
placing soft kisses on his neck, whispering praises of how he was such a sweet and considerate lover for agreeing to try this new thing together, sweet nothings about how you were the luckiest person on earth for having such a wonderful man for a fiance, you slowly rub his pre over his tip. he was already breathing hard and you hadn’t even started yet.
“mmngh—!” a sharp whine and a startled sound comes from diluc when the cold lube dribbled on his cock, hips twitching in a sharp motion that made him seem like he wanted to get away. but he eventually calmed down and relaxed back into you when you soothed him with more sweet nothings, spreading the lube over his cock gently.
archons, has your hand always felt this good or was it him being pent up? he could no longer focus on your words but only on your hand. your hand that’s wrapped around his member, pumping him slowly. ever so often, your thumb would pay a little bit of extra attention to his tip or the sensitive underside of the tip. each time, without fail, diluc’s muffled moans would get a bit louder.
not so long after, he was completely relaxed in your arms. leaning his back against your chest, spreading his legs open just a little bit more for you each time your hand would slow down. muffled moans and words coming from behind his ball gag, he could feel the tightening in his stomach the more your thumb massaged that one spot under his tip. he was so deeply lost in the feeling, in your hand, in your scent, in your presence that he was desperately trying to fuck himself into your closed fist.
maybe that’s why you wanted to be just a little bit mean to him. the more erratic his hips moved, the more his legs tried to close around your hand before remembering his place and opening his legs wider, the more debauched his sounds got, you knew he was close to coming. and when the damn nearly burst and he could enjoy the blissful feeling of his orgasm washing over himself, you let go of his cock. making the hardened member hit his stomach softly.
“mmngh! unngh!! ghuuck!” the red head lets out a loud, shrill sounding whines. hips twitching in place to try and chase after your hand, chase after that blinding feeling of finally coming on your hand. that feeling that fills his heart and stomach with a fuzzy warm feeling as you coo soft praises into his ear.
in response, you only chuckled softly, placing your hands on the inside of his flexing thighs. that only worsened his whining.
“not yet, honey. i wanna delay it just a little bit, okay?” you coo, hands massaging his inner thighs, naval and around his leaking pitiful cock but never touching it. all he could hope for was for you to be kind on him.
a/n: i combined these two, i hope y’all don’t mind
cw: sub!diluc, dom!reader, transmasc!diluc/ftm!diluc, amab!reader, cunnilingus, breeding | use of female anatomy terminology
Diluc watches.
He stands there behind the counter, watching you as you laugh with another. He watches how you place your lips on the wine glass, the alcohol evident in your expressions.
The glass in his hands is near to shattering with how stressful he’d been holding it.
He then stops himself, remembering that this is his choice to begin with.
To the people of Monstadt, he’s never been with another. Diluc is seen as a lone wolf, someone that can never be locked down. One, who prioritizes his business rather than romantic relations.
He knows the wall that he’s built around him, the kind of expectations that people expect of being the Ragnvindr heir… and that’s exactly why he chooses to keep your relationship with him a secret.
He will never let you suffocate with that burden.
“Are you tired? We can just eat in if you want.” You ask Diluc, sitting on one of the stools in front of him.
He doesn’t answer, his mind seeming to be somewhere else.
“Diluc.” You call out.
He continues fixing the bottles on the shelves, not responding to your words.
You’re not new to this side of him, the way Diluc copes with his problems by shutting everything out. It does, however, result in him being unaware of his surroundings whenever he focuses on them too much.
You sigh. “Love?”
That’s when he finally turns around, worried that someone else might see you two. Once he realizes that there’s no one else in the tavern, he relaxes, calling out your name and bringing the back of your hand to his lips.
“Are you alright?” You question him, even knowing the fact that he won’t share his feelings with you, preferring to keep them to himself.
“I’m fine.” Is what he says, despite his right eye obviously twitching when he says it.
“Is it work?”
…
“The Knights?”
…
“Is it that guy from earlier?”
Diluc stops his slow pacing behind the counter, about to reject your accusations until he realizes that he’s accidentally revealed it himself with his actions.
”It’s not…” Diluc fumbles with his words, trying to think of an excuse and while he does, he sees you smirking, trying to hold yourself back from laughing.
“You—!” He shouts, embarrassed.
Diluc wants to crouch under the counter but knows you’ll tease him even further if he does.
“I swear, Diluc. You’re one of the smartest men I’ve ever met and yet you…could be so stupid sometimes.” You say, reaching out for the glass of water he’s set for you.
“You know I’ll never let you go, right?” You remind him.
Diluc doesn’t remember how many times you’ve said those words to him.
He’s starting to believe it.
You really wish you could keep Diluc for yourself. It sounds a bit obsessive now that you think about it, but having your head between his thighs, watching him squirm, trying to not get ahead of himself, makes you jealous of the idea that someone else might get to see this as well.
Diluc’s hair is a mess, the hair tie snapped by your fingers earlier. The feeling of his own hair on his back sends shivers throughout his body.
He knows how wet he is, already so pleased by your attention and littered praises.
With your tongue on his cunt, his nerves are on fire, something that his pyro vision could never do. He’s left thoughtless, holding on to the sheets of the bed, his juices leaking all over it. His face resembles the color of his hair, his cheeks heating more and more, the cold breeze of Monstadt not being a bother despite his bare legs.
“How’s that, my prince?” You tilt your head up to look at his needy eyes, waiting for you to continue.
“V–Very well—” Diluc’s words are cut off by a loud whine, your tongue focusing on his clit, his mouth is left wide open, his legs quivering within your hands.
Diluc closes his eyes, taking in all the pleasure you’re giving him generously.
Diluc tastes so sweet, the alcohol you’ve consumed earlier pales in comparison. It’s so rewarding, like the patience you bore not being able to do anything when girls flocked all over your man is finally being rewarded.
The Darknight Hero sings your name repeatedly, begging you to keep going. His words slurring, climax at its reach.
He cums with a pitiful whimper, his body trembling against the headboard. His head rolls back, thighs unable to stop themselves from shaking.
“Should we take a break?” You ask, fingers intertwining with his, watching his entire body crumble and waiting for him to slowly relax.
“No,” He breathes out. “We can keep going.”
Diluc’s back is arched, his soft ass all up for you to admire while you slam his tight and wet walls.
It’s times like these that you swear the Archons blessed Diluc far too much.
It’s sickeningly amazing how good he feels, the temptation to fill his insides getting to your head.
He writhes and moans, his face down on the pillow, drooling at how good you’re fucking him. The way you hold his waist, keeping him in place as he’s forced to take your rough and pleasurable thrusts.
Diluc muffles his whines with the pillow, unable to control his own body and how it reacts when combined with yours, sobbing at how deep you push yourself in.
“Ah, fuck–” You swear worriedly, knowing you’re nearing ejaculation, Diluc’s insides clenching on your shape.
You pull yourself away, something you’re used to doing when having sex with Diluc. Something that you just accepted without a question.
That is, until Diluc’s shivering hand reaches for your wrist.
“Love?” You ask hastily, upset that you’ve somehow done something wrong.
He buries his head deeper into the pillow and answers your concern, his voice quiet but clear.
“What?” You say, not sure if you heard him correctly or if your mind had finally lost its screws.
“It’s fine.” He says.
You tilt your head to look at Diluc’s flushed face, wanting to confirm again if he said what you think he said.
“What if—”
“I said, it’s fine.” He blushes even deeper than possible.
“Must you really make me be direct and say even more embarrassing things?”
With that, you continue to thrust inside Diluc’s cunt, uttering out praises such as “You drive me crazy.” and repeating your affection for him. “I love you so much, Diluc.”
You finish inside him and Diluc collapses on the bed. It’s different. It’s raw, these emotions of his, unlike the emotions he’s shown when you first met, filtered by what he thinks he should show you.
Your cums leaks out from his walls and while he’s still embarrassed, he loves it.
He loves how warm your seed is. He loves how you make him scream his throat dry. He loves how deep he’s fallen for you. It doesn’t matter how many troubles come his way.
He loves it because it’s you.
So laying there breathless with you on top of him, he pleads.
“More.”
It’s stupid how he thinks he can get away with saying that without paying for it.
Diluc pants heavily, he doesn’t know how many times he’s climaxed nor does he know how many times you’ve filled him completely.
He hears it when you pound inside of him, your cum dripping down his thigh and yet you continue to wreck his walls and replace that waste.
He doesn’t want you to stop.
“Mmh–Like that! Please!”
He begs you, any ounce of shame seeming to have gone away.
“Well, try harder to keep it in. Why don’t you? Such a waste, spilling all my hard work…” You tease, the man whimpering as you hit his sensitive spot.
Diluc’s trying. He really is, but with how much liquid you’ve spilled inside…
It would be a miracle if he doesn’t get knocked up after this. Not that he minded if it’s with you.
“I’m c-close!” He sobs out.
His lower half is heavy and he can’t tell whether it’s because of the amount of cum inside of him or because you fucked his cunt so bad that his thighs numbed.
He believes it’s both.
Diluc moans out your name with a rasp in his voice as he cums for the nth time, his entire body weak and shivering.
He lays down on the bed, his stomach bulging from how much cum he’s managed to keep inside.
He stares at your wicked eyes, wondering if that grin of yours is to be taken positively or not. Diluc sees you visibly bite back your words.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He wonders what else you had to say.
Diluc sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to finish behind him.
You’re currently on your knees, braiding your lover’s hair.
“Your hair would be prettier with some flowers.” You suggest.
He chuckles, tilting his head back to meet your face.
“That sounds bothersome.”
You shake your head at his antics. It was worth a try, at least.
“Hey, if something happens…” You say, concern evident in your face.
“If something happens, I’ll tell you.” Diluc answers before you even ask.
“I see.” You reply.
You tie the end of his hair, the long braid suiting Diluc more than you anticipated. It’ll get curly tomorrow but hey, maybe he’ll start a new trend with the people of Monstadt.
warnings: nsfw, sub diluc, dom reader, gn reader, praise kink, slight teasing, light angst, pining, hand jobs, established relationship, very soft
wc: 2.4k
Summary: You pamper Diluc.
Getting Diluc to this point would seem impossible to anyone looking in from the outside. He’s always so grumpy, so serious, and despite being the biggest bachelor in Mond, he never seems to display an ounce of the same interest that is presented to him. In your hands though, he’s but a sweet, pliant lover, and a man deserving of no less than everything the world can offer.
Diluc is known for being hard working, and no matter the circumstance, he takes care of the city and the people he truly cherishes, despite the seemingly lack of enthusiasm that’s evident in the grunts and sighs that leave his mouth when taking part in a conversation. After all, he isn’t obligated to entertain anyone while knowing he comes off as a boring individual, is he? Nevertheless, behind this attitude is a tint of playfulness that when caught and retorted, always leaves him scoffing and turning his head away in embarrassment.
To break down Diluc’s walls would prove to be a most difficult task, but how can he resist the love that he’d yearned to feel once more for years, one that he’d forgotten about while neglecting his needs and drowning himself in work, when finally provided with it?
There’s an odd feeling that bubbles in his chest each time you take care of him, like when you indulge his sweet banter, or the evenings spent together, eating dinner with him in a comfortable silence, with occasional hums leaving your mouth at the delicious taste your tongue is graced with. Having said that, the late, exhausting nights he returns from his duties only to find you waiting for him, ready to take care of the body he abandons when the plaguing feeling that he’s unworthy and undeserving of it overtakes him, provides the strangest feeling of them all. A night such as this one. It’s a feeling that, despite seeming like an intrusion, is addictive.
On your end, there’s no one more worthy of worship than your partner. And even as he stands before you, bare and vulnerable, eyes cast downwards and hands awkwardly hovering over his abdomen, you can’t help the need that overcomes you. A need to reassure him, to cherish every inch of his being and show him the extent to which your sheer love and adoration for him goes.
No matter how many times you find yourself in this position, Diluc’s bashfulness in his exposure never ceases to steal a chuckle from your lips. You wonder out loud if it’s his inexperience that always gets him like this, or if the capable Darknight Hero can be reduced to a shy mess this easily. However, your teasing doesn’t earn you any comebacks when he’s in this state, instead only the scoffs he makes in an attempt to feign annoyance are present.
With a smile plastered on your face, you beckon Diluc to your lap, your hands guiding his own to rest on your shoulders as he hesitantly moves to straddle you. He’s tense, you note, and it only serves to prove how hard he strains himself for the sake of others. You move your hand to cup his face, the other smoothing over the wrinkles between his furrowed eyebrows, and you feel him leaning into your touch, letting out an exhale he didn’t know he was holding in.
You can’t resist pulling him into a tight hug, running a hand along his back and gently grazing it with your fingernails as both of your bodies begin to relax and your nose fills with his mesmerising scent. The silence breaks when you nuzzle into his neck to whisper words of reverence into it, causing Diluc to shut his eyes and hold you impossibly closer to the warmth of his body.
He’s aware of his strength and the resources he puts into what he does, including his own body that he pilots like a machine, but he doesn’t understand why his body shudders when it’s acknowledged, and why there’s a hot feeling settling in his gut when you pull away from the hug to look at him with adoration and a hint of worry in your eyes as you trace the scars littering his body, worshiping even the ugliest parts of him that are accompanied with memories he’d like to forget.
To you, it’s nothing but a reminder of what he puts himself through, the things he does without ever asking for anything in return, and to him, the kisses you leave along the scars on his collarbone, down to his arms and hands, feel like they’re overwriting every bit of pain he felt when he received them.
Diluc isn’t unfamiliar with being desired, after all, he’s a rich, popular figure around the nation. But to feel adored, cared for, and needed leaves him in a haze, especially when he can feel your body so close to his own. He’s always strived to be someone useful, and he’s so starved for the loving touch of another that he can’t stay composed when your kisses move to his lips, all the while your fingers move downwards to leave feather-like touches on the sides his waist. Once your fingertips graze his stomach, you smile into his mouth when you feel it draw in. So sensitive, your Diluc.
A few pecks soon turn into sloppy, desperate kisses, and his hand moves to grip one of yours in an attempt to stay composed. Even that proves to be challenging though, when your own need is so evident in how your tongue evades his mouth to deepen the kiss further, or perhaps it is a part of your grand plan to steal his breath away.
He’s trying, he really is, to not grind up into the soft skin of your tummy that is just barely grazing his dick. He curses at himself for how he’s already so painfully hard, but he wants to be good, so he tries to keep his hips still despite their involuntary twitches and instead focuses on the intoxicating feeling of your lips and tongue on his own. You, however, know Diluc inside out, and you know that once he attempts to muffle the desperate whines that spill out of him into your mouth, he’s holding back from asking you for something.
So you reluctantly pull back from his now plump lips, now stained with your saliva, and he gasps dramatically to fill his lungs with air before instantly trying to pull you back to latch onto what felt like his lifeline, your mouth. You allow him to bring you closer, and rub your thumb across his knuckles, a gentle gesture that shows him that it’s okay, that he didn’t do anything wrong, and that you’re not going anywhere. In turn, he loosens up and you lean in to rest your forehead on his, catching your breath.
You hate it when Diluc represses himself, as if his feelings are being tested. But you don’t mind telling him over and over again, that your sole intention is to make him feel good and that you want to repay the kindness he gives out so freely. You want him to express his desires to you without guilt absorbing him, but you know it’s not an easy feat, so you settle for returning the gentle look he’s giving you as you request him to show you what he wants.
He’s a bit reluctant, but slowly, he moves his hands to your wrists, contemplating a little before guiding them downwards to rest on his thighs as his eyes avert from yours in embarrassment. His cheeks are dusted with pink and his lips have curved into a frown, unsure of whether or not you got the message.
Simultaneously, he feels his stomach swirl in fear, wondering if he’s even living up to your expectations of how a man like him should be in bed, or if he’s being too bold. You, on the other hand, are delighting in the sheer cuteness that is radiating from his actions. He’s so teasable, and you attempt to hold back from doing just that, knowing just how serious he is about these moments of intimacy. Alas, you’re only human, and you can’t help but give in to your urges.
So you opt for moving your hands lower to settle on his inner thighs and give them a soft squeeze. That catches his attention, and he turns his head to face you once more, but nothing happens. Your touch lingers on his sensitive skin, and your eyes are boring into him with that saccharine look which suddenly makes him feel awkward. That’s when it dawns on him just how defenseless he is in this position, and it makes him want to crawl in on himself.
But in this bubble, within your safety, he feels secure, and his entire body is already aching for your touch, so Diluc decides to abandon his pride to lean into your ear and mumble pleas for you to touch him where it hurts. Though barely audible, it makes the pits of your stomach swirl. Such a pretty voice, and it’s even prettier when it’s all breathy and laced with desperation. Of course, when you voice your thoughts, all he can do is grunt and continue to pretend that it doesn’t make him shy. You know he likes it though, and way his dick jumps at the praise is incredibly apparent.
Though it’s something he used to be ashamed of, he can’t help but feel the warmth spreading across his entire body when put in an embarrassing position, especially if it’s in front of you. It feels so good, and he can scarcely admit to himself that he actually craves more of your teasing. It’s like a forbidden pleasure he can only experience once he shreds himself of the aloof, powerful image he forces himself to keep up.
At last, you comply, letting your soft hand wrap around him, and his whole body shudders. He lets out a deep, shaky breath he had been holding in from your teasing, but it only made the relief that much more pleasurable. Your other hand reaches for his, fingers intertwining as you run your thumb over his slit, already drooling with pre, to gather and spread it across the head before starting to thumb at the frenulum. It rips out a small groan from your lover, and he looks at you with puppy eyes as if to remind you he’s sensitive there, but what are you supposed to do when the glimmer in his eyes simultaneously begs you for more?
You kiss his scarred hand in response before gathering saliva into your mouth and spitting it out on his dick. Diluc scrunches his face at the vile sight, but you think it’s justified. It’s to make your job easier, after all. In spite of that, his thoughts are instantly thrown out the window the moment your grip on him strengthens and you finally start to stroke him fully. You set a rough pace from the get go, and it makes Diluc’s body cave in on itself as he leans down to capture your lips, attempting to mumble thank you’s in between his moans and desperate kisses.
You let go of his hand and he whines into your mouth, causing you to giggle. He’s a clingy little thing when he isn’t thinking straight, and you treasure every second of it. Diluc’s protests are quickly silenced when your hand moves to cradle his balls, tugging and fondling them to your heart’s content. Your lips appear to have a mind of their own as they travel down to his collarbone to pepper wet kisses on it, your warm breath lingering on his skin.
He’s just so beautiful, so strong and kind hearted, and there’s nothing more you want in this moment than for him to let go and succumb to the base desire he’s always seen as a bothersome chore. As for him, your gentle words combined with your touch, the two things Diluc has been so starved of, only serve to bring him closer to release. He lets out a pitiful whimper while arching closer into you, hands gripping your shoulders as he starts fucking into your hand to match your pace.
All he can do is muffle his cries into your neck and hope that you’ll be merciful enough to let him off the hook. But Diluc wants to make you proud, so he musters up the courage to speak, to beg once more for you to give him the permission to cum, and for you to take the reigns for everything, including his orgasm, so that he can only finish when you order him to.
You watch his thrusts turn erratic and uneven until he’s almost unable to handle it, and for a moment, Diluc thinks you’re going to deny him like you’ve done before. The thought alone makes his stomach turn, and it elicits the fear in him that he didn’t work hard enough to earn your approval. However, he’s at a point where all he can do is bite into your shoulder and squeeze his eyes shut, trying to hold back, because he can barely think about anything else other than the filthy slick sound of your fist pumping him and the bliss you’re already granting so graciously.
In reality, he couldn’t be further away from the truth. You’re so proud of him, but despite how pleasurable it is to see him almost tip over the edge, you don’t want to cause frustration when your motive is to help him unwind. So while he desperately thrusts into the warmth of your hand and you pick up your speed, you beckon him to open his eyes and finally whisper the words he so badly needed to hear, the permission that coaxes him into a relieving orgasm accompanied by a long, drawn out moan as you slowly stroke him through it.
You wish you could capture Diluc’s face when he lets go like this. How his body trembles from the intensity of the pleasure he rarely indulges in, the way his pale cheeks turn into a crimson red that rivals the color of his hair, and how well the look of pleasure suits him. His body slumps over yours as he tries to regulate his breathing, and you use your clean hand to scratch at his scalp, mumbling praise into his ear as he relaxes into your embrace.
You hold every moment of this comfortable silence dear, wishing that time would stop so you could cherish it forever. Contentment washes over your body as you think about how you would give the world for this man, and that he would do the exact same for you.
•He mostly gets you turned on by touching you, whether you're in public or not.
•And Diluc has been a witness of his stepbrother's horniness.
•Well, Kaeya just can't help himself, he just loves your touch on his body and... something inside him.
Kaeya made sure no one was looking when he grabbed (M/n)'s hand, dragging him to the backdoor of the tavern, and pinning him against the wall of the building. He pressed his body against the (h/c) haired male's, and he started grinding on his thigh, letting out quiet moans next to his ear, his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shirt.
"(M/n), please... touch me~" the male just smirked and held Kaeya's hips with his hands, making him slow down his grinding.
"You've been teasing me all day, baby, why should I listen to you?" Kaeya let out a high-pitched whine, his hands holding onto (M/n)'s black coat.
"I-I'm sorry, I've... been bad but I... I'll make it up t-to you, so please~" (M/n) reached a hand up to the dark-skinned male's hair, pulling on his hair tie to take it off, he combed his fingers through Kaeya's blue locks, making close his eyes with a whiner as he graced his scalp gently, making shivers run down his spine.
"You better keep quiet then~" he muttered in a low tone before shifting their bodies around. Kaeya's back was now pressed against the brick wall of the tavern, while (M/n) placed his legs in between the other male's thighs, moving his knee back and forth slowly, enticing Kaeya into moving by himself.
With his hands gripping onto (M/n)'s shoulder, Kaeya started grinding his hips down on the (h/c) haired male's thigh, biting his bottom lip hard, letting out loud and rapid breaths through his nose, he was trying so hard not to make a sound, but he couldn't help let out a moan the moment he felt (M/n)'s hands, sneaking under his open shirt to pinch his nipples and pull on them gently then harshly.
Kaeya hid his face in the other male's neck, his hips trembling as he was about to reach his climax. (M/n) pinched his nipples and slowly twisted them, before rubbing them. Muffling his moans as he bit down on the neck of (M/n)'s coat, Kaeya's body shook as he came in his clothes, his thighs were twitching and he could barely hold himself up.
•Diluc is a man of few words, so you'll never know that he's horny.
(M/n) held him around his waist before picking him up in his arms, and he walked away back to their home.
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Diluc
•However, he does tend to get clingy and a little whiny.
•That's why, after picking up on those small details, you know what to do when he holds you back by gripping onto your shirt.
•You're in his office at the Dawn Winery, and it's late at night.
•Now, you're alone, but even if you weren't, neither of you would care about someone hearing his lewd moans and begs for more.
It was subtle, but (M/n) felt it.
(M/n) was quite an observant man, he noticed Diluc's subtle change of behavior for the past few days, he was just waiting for the red-haired male to take the initiative, and he just did.
While Diluc was fidgeting in his seat, (M/n) was holding back a smirk. He turned around and interlocked their fingers, making the other male look up, a needy look in his crimson eyes. (M/n) leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Diluc let out small, muffled moans, turning into whimpers as he felt the other's tongue enter his mouth and play with his. After a few seconds, (M/n) broke their kiss, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. He opened his eyes and noticed that Diluc still had his eyes closed, a dreamy, flushed expression plastered on his face. He couldn't hold back.
(M/n) reached his free hand to hold Diluc's slim waist, and made him stand up, only to sit on his chair, making the red-haired male straddle his hips, his lower back resting against his desk.
His hands moved down until they reached Diluc's belt, unbuckling it at a slow pace, watching how Diluc's breath was turning heavier and louder. (M/n) felt his growing erection pressing against his palms as he undid the button and pulled down the zipper.
Willingly lifting his hips, Diluc saw how (M/n) pulled his pants and underwear as far they could go, which was roughly around his mid-thighs, his dick finally released from the confinement of his clothes. The (h/c) haired male started unbuttoning his white vest, one by one, by one.
His slow, gentle actions kinda frustrated Diluc, but he knew that he wasn't gonna get a slow and gentle (M/n) after he was done with his clothes, and the thought of that made his erection twitch in anticipation, clenching around nothing as he patiently waited.
Once (M/n) was done with his vest, he took it off and threw it somewhere, now waiting for him to do the same with his dark-red shirt, which he didn't do slowly and gently.
He groaned and just ripped the shirt open, all the button flying who knows where, a hand sliding behind his back to grip onto his red locks and pulling on.
"Fuck it, I'm not patient enough to do this," he said between grunts, his free hand going down between Diluc's thighs to prepare him, however, he wasn't counting on him being loose already, "Oh, someone been having fun without me, eh?" He moves his hand to his pants and pulled his erect cock out, aligning it with the other's entrance, "You've been a bad boy, baby, but I'm rewarding you instead."
Pushing his wet cock in, Diluc's back arched and he reached behind him to hold himself up with his desk, (M/n)'s hand still tangled in his hair.
With his eyes rolled back, Diluc's body trembled as his pre-cum dripped down his dick, gripping the wooden desk as he felt (M/n)'s cock pressing against his prostate.
"Damn baby, you're so tight..." (M/n) whispered, his hand gracing his nipples and down to his stomach, where a big bulge was visible. "Look at you, taking me fully in," he realized Diluc's hair to hold his waist gently, making the red-haired male look down.
A high-pitched whine left his mouth at the sight of (M/n)'s cock bulging inside him, and he started lifting and lowering his hips, watching it disappear and appear again, he threw his head back, bouncing up and down as fast as he could, ignoring the burning feeling in his thighs.
"Please, more~ I... I want more, (M/n), please~" he mumbled the best he could, his mind going blank at the assimilation he felt as his prostate was hit over and over again. (M/n) let out a low growl, before making Diluc lay down on his desk, papers, and books falling on the ground, but neither of them cared.
Dainsleif
Diluc was glancing away as his bare fingers held onto the back of his shirt. Both of them were in his office at the Dawn Winery, all alone.
Diluc's lewd moans and cries for more echoed off the walls, yes, they were alone in the winery, but they wouldn't mind if someone could hear the slutty noises their boss made. After all, Diluc was (M/n)'s and no one else's.
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•He doesn't say anything nor show it.
•You never know if he's horny or not.
•Dain just pulls you somewhere far enough away and gets down on his knees.
•You only realize what's happening when you feel his wet lips wrapping around your tip, followed by the hot sensation of his mouth taking your cock.
Dain kept his eyes locked onto (M/n)'s expression, how he closed his eyes every few seconds, before opening them to look down at him. He got off to the (h/c) haired male's expressions and subtle noises, but he went crazy whenever he had (M/n)'s dick in his mouth, even going as far as take him down his throat, loving how he would use him like he was nothing but a cum-dump for him.
•He loves the taste of your cum, just feeling it filling his mouth is enough to make him cum as well.
He reached his hand out to grab (M/n)'s wrist, who was walking next to him as they walked around, far away from the city of Mondstadt. Dainsleif rushed towards a more desolate spot, finding a dark place surrounded by mountains.
The (h/c) haired made followed him silently, not really realizing anything that was happening currently, well, until he felt something wet and warm wrapping around his dick.
(M/n) looked down and he saw Dain's blond hair, his blue eyes staring at him through his light-colored locks, a hazy, lust-filled look in them. His gloved hand stroked his hardening cock at a quick pace, while his lips wrapped around his tip, his tongue swirling around the head, occasionally pushing on his slit. He lifted one of his hands to press against his mouth, muffling his moans of pleasure.
Letting out short moans that caused vibrations on (M/n)'s dick, Dain placed both hands on the male's thighs, taking a deep breath before inching forward, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he could almost feel the bulge that formed on his throat.
(M/n)'s bit his bottom lip, before moving his hands to grip Dain's blond locks, holding him still as he started thrusting back and forth, his pace increasing as he fucked his mouth. Dain's blue eyes were filled with tears, some of them running down his face, mixing with the drool that dripped from the corners of his mouth.
The blond male thought about it for a few seconds, before deciding there wasn't any harm in it.
His erection twitched inside his pants, and he could feel how wet he was getting just from being treated as nothing but a sex toy.
(M/n) groaned at the messy appearance Dainsleif had just by sucking his dick dry, he got himself into this, but the blond seemed to be enjoying way more than he was. He knew Dain had kind of an oral fixation -that or he was just obsessed with his cock-, so he kept thrusting even when he felt his hips trembling.
He was about to cum, and he knew Dain wasn't going to let him back away, so he just let him bob his head on his own, whining and whimpering as he struggled to move quicker.
Dain wanted (M/n) to fuck his throat however he wanted. Letting go of his hair, stopping his hips, and make him do it by himself wasn't that.
He reached up to grab (M/n)'s hands, guiding them back to his hair, he locked eyes with him, silently begging him to just... fuck his mouth and dump all his cum down his throat
With a silent curse, (M/n) did just that.
Dain's eyes rolled into the back of his head, tasting (M/n)'s pre-cum the longer it passed. And with a deep grunt, he came in Dain's mouth, the blond's body shook, his fingers gripping tightly on the other male's wrists, his cum wetting and staining his clothes.
When (M/n) pulled out, some of his cum was dripping down Dain's lips, he just swallowed what he had left in his mouth and dried his chin with the back of his hand before licking it off.
Venti
Delicious... he thought before standing up and walking away with wobbly legs, trying to hide the wet patch on his pants.
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•Most of the people are completely wasted so he takes his chance to go around the bar.
•Ninety percent of the time he's drunk, and the other ten percent he's horny.
•Making sure he's wearing something much more lewd and revealing.
•He goes to Angel's Share where he knows you're doing your night shift.
•And when that ten percent happens he lets you know.
•Venti gets really turned on at the thought of someone walking in or just being stared at by one of the drunkards in the tavern.
"You're nothing but a cheap whore, aren't you, Barbatos?" (M/n) muttered with a low tone, his hips trusting relentlessly into the smaller male, who was gripping onto the bar, trying to maintain some reason intact.
Well, that wasn't really going to work for long. Venti felt (M/n)'s tight grip on his slim waist, he could feel his inside stretching wide enough to accommodate the male's cock in his tiny body, and the fact that there were people still in the tavern made it just a hundred times better.
His brain was slowly turning into mush, his prostate was being pounded mercilessly, and he was just getting what he deserved for being a cock-hungry slut.
To witness the Anemo Archon like this... If only everyone could see him, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyes crossed and loud moans mixed with whimpers got out of his lips. Venti loved being used, his small body would tremble and shiver at the thought of being manhandled and fucked in public, so this setting was kinda getting to him way too much.
His small, flushed cock twitched and dripped pre-cum, his hole clenching around the hot cock inside him.
Venti's eyes looked around where all the drunkards were, some of them were staring at them while they fucked, while others were already stroking their cocks in time with (M/n)'s quick, rough thrust.
They wanted a turn to fuck the bard too, but the way (M/n) wrapped a hand around Venti's throat was a clear sign that the Archon was his only.
"Look at them, staring at you while you're being fucked by me, you like it, don't you?" He made Venti turn to look at him, their mouths gracing, "You love how I treat you like a mere cum dumpster, you're nothing but a whore, Barbatos." He said with a frown, staring at Venti, noticing how his expression changed, a messy smile showed his way.
Albedo
"Yes, I'm nothing but your fucktoy, (M/n)... please, use me~" a smirk grew on his face, his hands gripping his hips and lifting his feet off the ground. Venti grabbed onto the bar, while his lower body was used like a fleshlight, and he couldn't hold in his high-pitched moans of pleasure, his eyes rolling into the back of his head and he came over and over again on the counter, being thoroughly fucked by the (h/c) haired male.
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•Similar to Diluc, you won't ever know he's horny, but!
•He's trying to do some of his research but forgets about it midway.
•Sucrose had to tell you what's been happening to him since he seemed so out of it.
•You realize something is wrong when you notice that he can't focus on anything.
•He wants to draw but he messes it up.
•So you headed over to Dragonspine, of course, you weren't expecting to see him laying face down over his desk.
•He was gasping softly, his hips trembling as he humped his clothed cock on the wooden desk.
•His glossy eyes glanced up when he heard you call his name.
•You were worried about him, but he just jumped on you, grinding your hips together and whimpering as he begged for your touch.
(M/n) was only able to look down at the blond male, who was gripping tightly onto his clothes as he humped on his thigh. He heard those lewd, erotic moans and whimpers that escaped his mouth, and he felt how his body was reacting too.
He picked up Albedo by his thighs, sitting him on his desk with his legs spread apart, the blonde male leaned back on his elbows as he whined, staring at (M/n), impatiently waiting for what he was gonna do.
The (h/c) haired male only gripped the fabric of his pants, and ripped it, showing his underwear. Albedo shrieked as he heard the sound of his pants being torn, but honestly, he didn't care about that right now. He just wanted (M/n)'s cock inside him.
Holding his underwear, (M/n) moved it aside and held it so it would go back to its original place, he knelt on the ground, not caring about the snow that might wet his clothes, and dragged his tongue up Albedo's twitching hole. The blond let out a breathy moan, throwing his head back, and grinding his hips against (M/n)'s tongue.
"Yes, yes, please... don't s-stop," he moaned, moving his arm from his sides to hold onto (M/n)'s (h/c) locks, keeping him close and he whined at the feeling of his hot tongue in him. "(M/n)~ fuck..."
The (h/c) haired male kept a tight grip on Albedo's thigh, lapping his tongue around his tight walls, coating them with his drool. The blond male felt an orgasm approaching him, his body squirming around, his legs wrapping around (M/n)'s head, pulling on his hair when he came. His underwear felt wet and sticky, his cum dripping down to his entrance, where (M/n) licked off and swallowed it.
He stood up and undid his pants, staring at Albedo's shaking body.
"Look at you, princess," (M/n)'s words made him whimper as his legs were placed over the male's shoulder, "Did your boy pussy feel good? Do you want this inside you?" He whimpered and nodded rapidly, making (M/n) smirk. "Such a good girl."
Albedo's eyes rolled into the back of his head when he felt (M/n)'s full length stretching his insides, his prostate being pounded and abused, causing him to cry out for more.
(M/n) noticed his perky nipples barely showing through his clothes, so he reached his hands up to pinch and rub them over his coat. Albedo's back arched off the desk, his mouth wide open as a loud high-pitched moan left him. He came a second time, his body over-sensitive at the stimulation, but he didn't care, he wanted it all.
He looked at (M/n) in the eyes, reaching his hand to hold his face and making him lean down to kiss him slowly. "Cum i-inside me, please..." He mumbled against his lips.
With a groan, (M/n) pressed a deeper kiss onto Albedo's lips, pushing his tongue in and swirling around with his. His thrusts became sloppy with each passing second, until he spilled every drop of his cum inside him, letting out soft, low moans as he pushed in deep and slow, before staying still for a couple of seconds.
When he pulled out, he saw his cum dripping out of Albedo's who was whimpering as he tried to keep it all inside him.
♡ tags: pegging, fem!bodied reader, overstim, edging, ruined orgasms, bondage, toy usage, masturbation, oral (giving and receiving), threesomes, tell me if I missed anything!
It was late at night, the most busiest time of the day at the tavern, and your boss, Diluc, couldn't have been more stressed about the customers.
So you decided to help him out a bit, co-bartending, speaking with the customers and making sure no one passes out or starts a fight.
It was stressful to say the least, you've always wondered how Diluc was able to run this place by himself at some times.
You walk over to a table in the back, a tray of drinks in hand, as you walk closer to the table, the faces of the people become more familiar to you.
A familiar brunette sitting with a familiar blue-haired woman, "Oh my! Lisa and Eula, I haven't seen you two in a hot minute!" You spoke calmly while smiling.
"Hello sweetie, what a surprise to see you here" Lisa smiled
"Hello (Name), it's good to see you" Eula greeted.
You nod your head while asking"What brings you two here?"
"Oh well, you know the usual, knight stuff and paperwork" Lisa laughs
You laugh along with her and set down their drinks, "Well if you two need anything else, you know where to find me"
They both smile and turn to continue their conversation.
You walk back to the front, setting the tray down on the table, you hop over to the other side, taking a quick break.
"Jeez, it's busy tonight eh?" You spoke.
Diluc hummed in response as he was cleaning up the cups, unaware of his surroundings, after another hour of work, it was 20 minutes until closing time, the tavern basically empty.
An idea pops into your head and you smirk, you lean against the front table while admiring your nails, you spoke,"Man, today was stressful, I could really use some stress relief right now"
Diluc side eyes you, unfortunately your personality was no different from Kaeya's, honestly if Diluc didn't know any better and maybe if your hair was blue, he would've thought that you were Kaeya's twin.
You always pulled tricks on him, and although you were reliable, you still always had a trick up your sleeve.
"Oh yeah? How so?" He asked, watching you closely.
You walk up to him, face inches away from his, you whisper "I'll show you how" your lips growing closer to his.
He gradually accepts, closing the gap between you two, your lips were soft, while his dry, his mouth opened, allowing your tongue to have access.
Your tongue explored him, causing a groan to be let out, he grabs your waist, softly grinding against you, his groans slowly turning into whimpers.
You release from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, you smile at him as you held his face.
He leaned into your touch, his face going softer than it was before, your hand grabs his hips and hovers lightly over his crotch, you look up at him for permission, he nods his head.
You look back down and undo his belt, his pants dropping down to his knees, revealing his underwear, you drop down and decide to tease him a little and kitten lick him through his boxers, a small whimper leaves him from the sensation.
You smile up at him, giving him an innocent look, you decide to fully pull down his boxers, his cock springing out.
"Oh my, so hard~ just for me?" You giggle.
His face flushes red at your comment, eyes averted away from yours.
You decide to go all out and take his entire cock in your mouth, he leans against the table, head hung back as a moan escaped him.
His legs already shaking even if you've just started, he grips the table harder as you start sucking him off, your head bobbing up and down every once and awhile.
He grips the table even harder as his back arches, whimpers and moans escaping him "Ngh~ Sh-shit, that's so f-fucking good"
His moans grew louder, signaling his orgasm "A-ah, f-fuck~ I'm gonna c-cum" and that was your cue to stop, you immediately stop sucking and look up at him, smirking.
He whines "G-god no, w-why'd you stop?"
"You wanna cum? Then beg" you innocently look at him.
You sit there patiently, waiting for his response, after a little bit, he finally decides to beg.
"Pl-please, please Master, l-let me c-cum, please?"
What a sweet boy, begging so nicely, you smile and nod at him.
You take him back into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, his hands grab your hair as his hips buck up into your mouth, causing you to gag.
The feeling of his cock at the back of your throat was enough to send him over the edge, his hips buck up again as he cums into your mouth.
You attempt to swallow as much as you could, some spilling out of your mouth and onto the floor below you.
You pull off him and lift yourself up, licking your lips to clean whatever you missed.
You pulled him into another kiss and spoke "You're cleaning this up" He whined as you laughed, oh what a sweet man.
A/N: hey it's not the best, but it's still something, also if I see someone complain about the readers lines being pink I will literally fly over to their house and flip their dining table.
