Nat !! i was scrolling Pinterest and saw this super cute dress and was thinking about being caught in the rain in it, and finding shelter at the Dawn Winery where the handsome owner opens the door to see you soaked and the garment quite see though ksjdjdj
imagine Diluc being so sweet and gentlemanly and trying not to focus on how he can see how the dress sticks so tight against your body and he can see every curve and how your nipples pebble as you shiver :(( good thing he has a pyro vision right?
you are so so right as always gray. oh, it looked like such a pretty day so you chose your most delicate gown, all soft white cotton and broderie anglaise and lace and ribbons - only for the downpour to sneak up on you, making the fabric cling so sheerly to every curve you have, so that anyone who came upon you could see anything! where else could you take shelter but dawn winery, knowing the gentleman who lives there would never take liberties with you, as improper as you look right now?
he doesn't let his gaze flicker, though your bosom pushes out the neckline, though your nipples are clearly visible, though the tantalising curve of your hip, usually hidden by the gathers of your skirts, is right there before him perfect for being grabbed (he chases back thoughts of pushing up your skirts right there and then, big fingers clinging to your hips so that the flesh dimples beneath his palms, as you whine and sigh and squeal as he works himself inside of you, neckline of the dress pulled free so that he can lavish kisses on the curve of your chests and suckle hotly on your nipples until they're hard and sore and aching--
"of course you can shelter here," he says, stepping forward to usher you in, trying not to stare at where the white fabric clings diaphonous to the beautiful curve of your ass, longing to be squeezed. "i'll help you dry off myself."
(though . . . wouldn't it be quicker if you took off your gown?"
