help me hold onto you — diluc x gn!reader
Diluc claims not to need a distraction from the storm raging outdoors, but you're no fool.
tags: smut, gn!reader, sub diluc, edging, oral sex, penetrative sex, creampie, biting
wc: 2.8k
ao3 link
The afternoon has been sombre.
In the spirited City of Freedom, a day sequestered at home—if not with a head-splitting hangover—is practically unheard of, the denizens preferring to laze in various taverns until the barkeeps grow tired of their mischief. It’s for this reason that the streets never fall silent. There’s always something, be it raucous laughter or loud bets wagered after numerous pints of ale, that gives Mondstadt the illusion of forever teeming with liveliness.
Dreary weather naturally puts a damper on this day-to-day enthusiasm.
Heavy rain has been coming down since the morning was well underway and even the wind is cruel, blowing sheets of rainwater against the bedroom window. The panes of glass rattle in their frame, and your thumb instinctively smooths away the pinch between Diluc’s brows.
“Pay it no mind, ‘Luc. The window will hold.”
His cheek nudges the inside of your thigh as he sighs, “I know.”
As though sensing your inevitable comment, he doesn’t allow for a moment to speak. Your hips raise off the mattress as he redoubles his efforts, large hands pressing your legs wider. Each glide of his tongue spreads the sticky mess of saliva between his mouth and your skin, but the white-hot simmer of pleasure makes it difficult to care.
He’s been edging you for an hour at the very least. The passage of time is too hazy to garner the specifics, but the candles have long since been snuffed out by the draught and a sheen of sweat clings to you like a second skin.
At this rate, his torture won’t abate until morning. You shouldn’t complain. It takes only a few words, the demand to make you come, and he will. Diluc is nothing if not a man who will bend over backwards to accommodate each of your needs, comforted by being told what to do and how to do it, but—
It’s the rain. It sets him on edge.
Calloused fingertips dig into the flesh of your thighs as Diluc tries to lose himself in your warmth, licking and sucking until the easy fog of submission fills his brain. But the drizzle outside tethers him here, where he instead feels that ache of anxiety through his veins.
So, whereas you prefer to give, you've encouraged him to do as he pleases. Having Diluc beneath you is futile if his mind is elsewhere. This way, his focus is drawn to keeping you on the brink of orgasm, holding you there. It provides a worthwhile distraction.
He claims to not need one. Yet he had stayed in his study for hours with that faraway look, curtains drawn, and only at your suggestion did he come to bed.
“Close—“
Diluc comes off of you with a deep breath and tilts up to lay kisses across your stomach. “Good,” he says. “Well done.”
Aggrieved, you throw yourself down against the sheets, jostling his hold on your thighs. “Are you patronising me, Ragnvindr?”
“I’m doing no such thing.”
Your hands tangle into his red curls to pull him closer. He goes easily, forearms bracing against the mattress on either side of your head and shaking ever so slightly.
“C’mon, ‘Luc. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”
He hums, “Have I, now?”
You grumble as he lifts your chin between two fingers, exposing the sensitive skin of your neck before sucking a bruise beneath your jaw. He presses against the tender mark until you wince at the twinge of pain.
“Yes, you have. I have half a mind to be surprised that you haven’t ruined your trousers. That must be uncomfortable, no?”
Before Diluc can question, your hand slides over his crotch and squeezes him through the fabric. He grunts and drops his forehead to rest against yours. “No, I— there are more important things.”
“Such as?”
“You,” he breathes, simple. Your hand falls to the bedding as Diluc catches your lips in a searing kiss, burning the sentiment into your skin. It’s messy and you can taste yourself on his tongue, but Diluc is so, so warm. He always has been. “That doesn’t matter so long as you feel good.”
“You haven’t let me come once tonight, you lying bastard. You know what it is I want.”
He kisses your nose. “Nice try.”
“I’m telling you to fuck me, ‘Luc.”
Above you, he pauses. Ruby eyes survey your earnest expression for a fracture he won’t find. Sidling between your thighs once more would spell out a night of punishment, he’s certain.
A grin spreads across your face. “Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I do. Don’t be ridiculous.”
Much to your delight, Diluc slips a hand between your bodies and fumbles with his belt. It takes him a moment longer than usual, what with his unsteady hands, but it comes undone with a clatter and hangs open as he steals chaste kisses.
The rain has worsened. Come morning, the dirt roads will be waterlogged and travelling into the city is looking to be nothing short of a hassle. Diluc rears his head to glance at the grey sky, but your palm rests against his cheek and guides his focus back. He trembles beneath the touch.
“Aren’t I selfish for wanting your undivided attention?” you whisper, thumbing over his cheekbone.
Diluc’s eyes soften as he calms. “Very much so.”
“Perhaps you could learn a thing or two, then. Fuck me, c’mon.”
“All right,” he breathes.
Impatient, you tug on his belt loop. You’d pried away his shirt on the way in but he had you splayed across the bed before you could make short work of the rest, and it was forgotten. Your chest is tight as Diluc shoves his trousers and underwear down his thighs with clumsy, uncoordinated movements.
The sight of him never fails to make you tuck your chin into your shoulder with a fond smile. Gods, what you would do for him.
Heavy breathing shatters your reverie. Diluc hovers above you, his eyes wild as though he doesn’t know where to start. His knees press into the mattress as he slides a hand around your thigh and pins it to your chest.
“I can’t wait long enough to prep you, I’m sorry, I can’t,” he mutters.
You writhe as he ruts against you with no real intent, slicking his cock with the mess of saliva and arousal between your thighs, and choke out a gasp as his swollen head catches on your hole. “I don’t mind, just hurry.”
You don’t doubt that he couldn’t have waited. More often than not, desperation takes him whole and he won’t relent until it’s sated, subdued. He focuses on little else.
With the storm raging outdoors, this brings you peace.
Diluc presses in with a low groan. For a moment, the stretch is unbearable, but he slumps forward and soothes your aching noises with a kiss, whispering sweetly against your mouth. He draws back with a look that’s nothing short of smouldering and heat flickers in your stomach.
Your leg curls around his waist, heel digging into the small of his back. “All the way, ‘Luc. I’m fine.”
Not that he has much choice. You bring him closer and lift your hips to meet him halfway, pushing against him until he’s flush against you.
He tilts his forehead against yours, his hair falling around you until red eclipses your sight. He’s all you can feel, too—the warmth of his skin, each laboured breath, his cock splitting you open.
You cradle his face between your palms. “There you go. Isn’t that better?”
Diluc nods wordlessly and dips down to kiss you, groaning against your mouth and he rocks against you in a slow grind. Tonight, he’s denied you enough to have each movement rush pleasure through your shaky limbs and pull a whine from your raw throat.
He licks into your mouth, tongues pushing together until spit slides down your cheek as his hips knock yours again and again and again. You cry out—loud, too loud—and muffle yourself with his lean shoulder.
Diluc grunts, “You feel— gods…”
His mind is hazy. Edging you is equally as torturous for him as it is for you, but he never learns. Still, being in dire need of one another gets him hotter than he’d care to admit and he forces himself deeper, nudging up against your sweet spot with each snap of his hips.
Your mouth hangs open as sensitivity races up your spine, all-encompassing. You peek up at Diluc to glimpse his handsome features twisted in bliss. His expressions are typically so elusive, fleeting if anything beyond indifference, but like this, in the privacy of the manor and shielded by the downpour, they’re anything but.
You watch each one in awe, gasping as he pulls you against him in tandem with his movements. You feel so much for him, it sometimes frightens you.
“You’ve got that face again, love. What— ngh, what is it?”
You whisper, “Give me a kiss.”
Diluc doesn’t waste a moment before slotting your mouths together, and in spite of how he ravages you, his lips are startlingly gentle. He always is. Tears prick your eyes as your arms wind around his neck to tether him closer.
With each thrust, your body jolts further up the mattress. Diluc sighs against you and trails a hand to your hip to press you down, fucking into you with abandon.
Your nails dig into his shoulder blades. “Careful, you oaf.”
He ignores you, lifting your other thigh and folding you in half, his cock reaching deeper. You’re so full that it aches.
“Isn’t this what you asked for?” he replies at last, though his words are forced, his jaw clenched. It flatters you that he's just as affected as you are, if not more.
“Fishing for praise, are we?”
“...Be quiet.”
You laugh. Then you laugh some more when he presses his blushing face into the pillow beside your head in an attempt to cool down. How such a dour man can be, frankly, adorable is beyond you.
Your love-drunk giggles mellow as your orgasm mounts in your belly, and you shift your hips to meet his.
“I’m gonna come, ‘Luc,” you whine.
“Go on,” he coaxes, short of breath. “Bite down, love.”
Your body tenses as Diluc presses his shoulder to your mouth, his drooling cockhead grinding against your sweet spot until you’re coming undone with a broken moan. Diluc’s hand cradles your nape, a reminder, and your teeth sink into the firm flesh between his shoulder and neck, pushing deeper until the taste of sweat is drowned out by that of tangy blood.
But Diluc doesn’t let up.
He spews apologies as he hoists your limp body into his arms, leaning back to fuck up into you at a new angle. You cry out, his staff be damned, as overstimulation takes hold. All you can do is cling to him while he bounces you in his lap, his muscles shifting in a thrilling display of strength. Each slide of his cock is accompanied by the wet, slick sound of your combined wetness, smearing across your thighs, sticking between your bodies.
It baffles you how Diluc can deny himself pleasure one moment and then use you as he pleases the next. Thankfully, your greed rivals his.
You hold his sweaty face between your palms as his cock bruises your insides, thumbing over his cheeks and his lips, pecking faint freckles and dimples. It isn’t a simple task, given how your muscles twitch with overstimulation, but you manage fine. He holds your gaze, deep and dark and reverent.
Still, he holds himself back.
“‘Luc,” you whisper, undeniably smitten as your lips catch his jawbone. “Be a good boy and come, all right? For me. Don’t you wanna fill me up?”
Diluc grunts, pressing closer. His voice strains, “I do, gods—”
“C’mon, then.”
His lips sear another apology into your skin as he grabs your hips, fingers digging so roughly into the flesh that you’re certain you will feel it for days. He grits his teeth, and bullies his cock as deep as it can reach before spilling inside of you with a strangled moan.
You gasp as warmth floods you, knocking your foreheads together and sharing breath. It lasts for ages, his cock streaking your inside with thick cum. Each shallow thrust has it seeping from your hole and dribbling onto Diluc’s thighs.
With a final thrust, cum smears across his skin until it glistens with a pearlescent sheen. Diluc grimaces. He’s making a fucking mess.
You click your tongue, breathless. “Don’t pull that face. It’s your own doing, you lout—”
“Gods, I love you,” he blurts.
Your heart lurches behind your ribs as his hand slides beneath your jaw to keep it still. Diluc inundates you with kind affection—he lays sweet kisses on the apples of your cheeks, then your forehead and your chin before he finally melds his lips with yours.
“When did you become such a sap?”
Diluc licks his lips, still catching his breath. “I always say these things.”
“Come off it. Your emotional professions are rare—once in a blue moon, if that.”
“To you.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” His hand is at the small of your back, now, soothing circles into the skin there. “It may seem that way… but to me, I tell you every day. Whether you notice is a different story.”
You thump his shoulder. “Archons’ sake, you are a menace when you want to be, Ragnivndr.”
Diluc is entirely unaffected by your brief outburst, as he often is, and his eyes crease with fond mirth.
“I tell you in the morning before you wake—”
His nose nudges your cheek.
“—over breakfast when you’re chatting with the maids, oblivious as ever—”
His warm smile tickles your skin, and yours mirrors it naturally.
“—not to mention the other times you’re otherwise occupied. When you’re not by my side, I simply think it.”
The patter of rain soothes your racing pulse as you stare. This is as pure as you’ll see him, all messy hair and bright eyes, as vibrant as the day he became a ghost for some years.
“I see,” you whisper, biting the inside of your cheek to stave off a smile. “Well, you're in luck—I'm tired so you can spend the night telling me as such, hm?”
You shift, trying to coax him to release his hold on your body. Instead, Diluc leans you back against the quilt and pillows and promptly collapses as deadweight atop you. Wheezing for breath, you smack his back until he rolls over, his soft cock slipping out of you in the process.
You wrinkle your nose as cum drips down your thighs, swiping at it before the sheets stain. “On second thought, I would be a fool to fall asleep like this.”
“Let me get you a towel,” he mumbles into the pillow but doesn’t move a muscle. You would fetch one yourself but your hips are unduly sore, so a kick to his side serves as a reminder.
Diluc begrudgingly hauls himself and disappears into the attached bathroom, followed by the rush of running water.
You drift off, lulled by the rain that has since slowed and weaves between the whistles of wind. The curtains need to be drawn and it’s still too early to sleep—though, Diluc will likely forgo his night-time duties to escape the storm, so you count your blessings—but this state of comfort is difficult to leave.
A towel falling on your face jolts you awake.
You snatch it off, bleary-eyed as you reorient. Diluc stands at the edge of the bed, cruelly amused at his antics.
“Behave,” you rasp.
He shakes his head with a smile, prying the damp towel from your hand and beginning to wipe you down. The ends of his hair are wet as though he’d taken a brief shower in his absence, so it isn’t nonsensical that you had dozed off.
The drag of fabric is pleasant, and Diluc is as gentle as he is thorough.
“Get some rest, love,” he murmurs against your lips, leaving a chaste kiss there.
Your consciousness wavers, stretching on for seconds that are most likely minutes. You readjust as the bed dips beneath a weight, the covers lifting before Diluc’s head rests against your chest and the plush duvet falls to cover your exhausted bodies.
Diluc whispers three words into your skin, grumbling when you snort and stifle a smile.
For a long while, you still and listen to the downpour. He no longer trembles but he restlessly shifts every now and then, until you sigh and press your palm to his ear, muffling the racket outdoors.
Surrounded by the calming beat of your heart, Diluc melts against your body.
He falls asleep soon after.
