~Volume Warning~
warnings: nsfw below the cut, diluc x fem! reader, a lil crack fluff at the end (kids mentioned), unprotected p in v, established relationship, mention of breeding
wc: 1.7k
Diluc’s warm, large hands splayed themselves across your waist, squeezing gently. Your nightclothes were discarded somewhere on the floor, both of you too caught up in each other to neatly fold the fabrics. His hands roam up, nimble fingers mapping your shape until his slightly calloused palms cup the curve of your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples to make you shiver. You were dripping, but he wouldn’t give you the satisfaction of touching your core until he had his fill of your body. Any scars, stretch marks, any marks at all– he wanted, no, needed to feel them under those skilled fingers, needed to make you feel as desired as you were. You were his dearest, darling wife, and he’d prefer to chop his own hands off than ever render you anything less than beautiful.
“Diluc, please. I- I want…” you pleaded in a soft whimper, his lips leaving gentle kisses along the valley between your breasts. His half-lidded scarlet eyes gazed up at you without lifting his head.
“What do you want, my dear?” he asked quietly, the light rasp in his voice making your pussy flutter. You pouted. You hated when he did this, making you voice your desires as if the pool of slick gathering on his lap wasn’t enough proof as to what you desperately wanted. Despite his dominance, he was putty in your hands. You could ask him of any position, any touch in the world. If you had asked him to eat you out for hours and refuse to touch him back, he’d still do it for you. What was he if not entirely devoted to his wife?
“I want you to… to fuck me,” you whined quietly, wary of your own volume. “Please, Diluc.”
He placed a wet kiss to the swell of your breast, tilting his head to look up at your expression. “You can get so needy, my love,” he teased, sliding his hands back down your body to cup your ass. He squeezed gently, relishing in the feeling of the plush before flipping you around. He lifted your thighs up to settle against his waist, his needy cock throbbing against you. You glanced down at the generous length, veins adorning the thick shaft while his thick, flushed-red tip was already leaking precum. Sometimes you couldn’t fathom your own levels of self-control, how you managed to hold yourself back from riding him 24/7 when he got so easily excited.
He stroked the backs of your thighs, leaning over you with that sexy hunk of muscle that is his body to litter kisses and light bites to your neck. Your hands tangled in his untied hair, the unruly strands falling gracefully like a crimson waterfall. It was so soft and silky, and you just couldn’t help but tug it a little, pulling a moan out of your stoic, composed husband.
“Now who’s needy?” you teased, giggling at his brief unimpressed stare before he smirked. “Oh, you’ll be sorry,” he whispered huskily, hiking your legs up higher before straightening his posture. He pushed your left leg up to rest on his shoulder, the muscle strain adding a glorious burn to your desperation. His fingers picked up your slick straight from the source, circling your folds before dipping his ring and middle finger into your pussy. You moaned, finally getting some of the stimulation your body has been begging for. He pushed his fingers deeper, gently feeling for the spot that makes your toes curl. He curled his fingers to massage it gently, the heel of his palm pressing against your needy clit. He was doing this on purpose, just to hear you beg for his cock, to be able to cum. Fortunately for him, you weren’t stubborn enough to hold back your pleading (unlike him).
“Diluc, please… Pretty please, can you just fuck me already?” you whimpered loudly, jutting your bottom lip out to score some cuteness points, as well as thrusting your hips to grind more against his hand. Diluc was a sucker for you, after all. With a sly smile, he slowly dragged his fingers out of your cunt, licking them clean right in front you. With a deep sigh, he stroked himself a few times before carefully positioning himself at your entrance. As nonchalant as he liked to act in these moments, the desperate twitch of his cock against your folds ruined his cover. He was just as horny as you. You bit your lip as his fat tip prodded at your entrance, almost drawing blood as his girth stretched you out so deliciously. The sting of it quickly subsided as your needy cunt accommodated this intrusion, sucking him in like an abyss. Diluc cursed under his breath, closing his eyes for just a moment to really live in this moment, gain back a bit of composure to stop himself from ramming into you like some primal beast. Truthfully, there was very little in this world that felt as good as being inside you, so tight and wet for him. Only him. The tycoon prided himself on the fact that sights like these were reserved for his eyes and no one else’s.
“Archons, just move already, ‘luc,” you moaned, unable to stay patient any longer. His eyes finally open, licking his lips at the sight of you so flushed, half-lidded eyes already so fucked-out. “As you wish, my flame.”
His thrusts started off slow, finding rhythm, and the best angle for you. Once again, the backs of your thighs were grasped as he manhandled you to his satisfaction. He pushed your legs up to rest on his shoulders, your knees meeting your chest. You whimper at the stretch, but gods it was worth it, having him hit so deep inside you, poking your cervix as if he was about to breed you again. He quickened his pace without having to be told, gripping your waist and gently stroking his thumbs over your skin in contrast to how he had started to ram into you. He was no better than an animal in heat sometimes. Not in this position, not when you looked up at him this way, and not with how your tits bounced so gorgeously with each thrust of his hips. The wet sounds of you two colliding so lovingly, the slap of his abdomen and heavy balls against you had you throwing your head back against the pillows. He kissed you deeply, a feeble attempt at quieting your insatiable moans. You’d have the chandelier rattling if this was downstairs, he thought. He wasn’t silent himself, although his pants and grunts weren’t beating your cries, anytime soon. You felt so full, folded like this gave him such deep, deep access to your pussy you could only dream of reaching yourself.
“Diluc, I’m close, hah, so- so close,” you moaned, gripping the pillowcase under you with one hand, cupping his cheek with the other. “Cum for me, my love. Please… let me feel you,” he gasped, snaking one hand down to circle your clit to match the pace of this thrusts. He was a well-trained man, and had you finishing all over his cock in seconds. Your velvety walls clenched around him like a vice, and with faltered thrusts, soon painted these walls white. He slowed down, letting both of you live out your orgasms just a few seconds longer. The bedroom was filled with nothing but loud pants, and eventually, a gentle squelch as he slid his softening cock out of your welcoming pussy. He gently lowered your legs from his shoulders, god forbid you get a cramp and have it ruin this intimate moment. Diluc tried to hold himself back from staring at your poor cunt as it gushed out a mix of his seed and your juices, lest he dived back into his urges. He kissed you passionately, a silent ‘thank you’ for letting him into such a vulnerable state, for letting him be the one that made you moan so loud and finish so hard. Cleaning you up and redressing you could wait a little longer, he just needed to bask in this magnificent afterglow for a moment.
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“G’morning, mama!” Cecil exclaimed as he watched you descend the stairs. Diluc had woken you up about ten minutes ago, but with you insisting a little more shut-eye, he left the bed to get started on his morning with your four year old son.
“Good morning, baby,” you said sweetly, your poor voice a little raspy from last night’s endeavours. You kissed the crown of his head, the hair as red and thick as his father’s, with eyes to match. “Did you sleep well?”
“It was okay,” he said, attempting to make a mountain out of this scrambled eggs onto his toast, a hearty kiddy breakfast made lovingly by Adelinde. “I was so scared, though!”
Diluc perked up, his cup of coffee held mid-air as he paused his sip.
“Scared? Cecil, you didn’t tell me you had a nightmare,” he said, laced with concern.
“No nightmares, but Mama was crying and yelling so much!”
The two paused and shared a look. You didn’t even realise you lost yourself so much. You knew Diluc was sometimes helpless in these awkward situations, so you take charge as you sit across from your boys. “Cecil, me and Papa were just… wrestling, you know? But you know, Papa is a very strong man and I couldn’t compete,” you explained, clearing your throat afterwards and forcing an innocent smile.
Cecil gasps and starts poking Diluc with his little toy wooden sword. “Bad Papa! You hurt my mama!” he yelled, attacking his poor father with as much strength as a little kid could muster.
“Cecil! Cecil, my firefly…” Diluc coughed out, a little panicked at the possibilities of what his son will be yapping to people after your explanation. He took the sword out of Cecil’s hand. “It was only play-fighting, alright? Save the duels for your future siblings.”
“Hmph… okay,” the mini-Diluc responds with a shrug, once more interested in his breakfast. It shut Cecil up, but in turn made your own jaw drop. That damn smirk on your husband’s face didn’t help.
a/n: guys is it obvious im a loser virgin lesbian who's never written smut in her life