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grincubus · 1 year

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content : dom!reader x sub!thoma x sub!ayato, no specified pronouns for reader, reader has a dick, blowjobs, pegging, ayato is a tease n thoma is just a desperate slut.

ayato teases too much. wears the tightest pants around the kamisato estate, so tight that his plump ass bulges out the fabric. he’d touch you during important meetings, constantly running his slim hands over your clothed cock no matter how many times you push his hand away in warning. leaving his door slightly opened when he knows you’ll pass by to hear the slick sounds of his fingers thrusting in n out his tight pink asshole. joining you during your breaks in the hot spring just to play with his nipples across from you, grinding his ass onto the surface below him just to drive the plug inside him deeper. he knows what he does would get him punished as he does it just to test your patience, but it’s not like you’d ever get the chance to properly deal with him when thoma is just as bad.

when he’s supposed to be helping out the other staff in the estate, instead he’s pulling you aside into an empty house room, hurriedly pulling down your slacks while lowering to his knees and stroking your fat cock to full hardness. licking and suckling at the flushed tip n fondling your balls. if your signing papers in the office thoma is right there with you, bouncing his pretty ass on your lap till he squirts all over his chest. if your visiting town to check business he’s ushering you into a enclosed alley, grinding his throbbing erection onto your thigh. even as your about to go to sleep he’s sneaking into your bedroom under the sheets, palming at the delicious bulge under your sleep shorts.

“now isn’t this a pretty sight?” walking into your sleeping quarters, amusement crosses your face as you watch the head of the kamisato clan and his subordinate frot against each other in desperate motions. moans muffled against the others lips until ayato spots you walking up to them, quickly disconnecting to jump on your figure.

ayato quickly shrugs down your pants along with your boxers, drooling at the hot meat laying in front of him. he quickly mouths your balls with his tongue, nose buried in the underside of your cock. shuddering at the smell of your delicious musk, ayato releases your sack from his mouth, licking a long stripe up to the tip and circling his tongue around it. precum leaks down the side as he’s quick to lap up any and every drop.

“ it’s so big i could barely fit it inside..” ayato murmurs, sultry eyes innocently batting up at you. “if you put it in me i’ll break.” he rests your dick against his cheek, slowly dragging his nails down your thighs the way he knows you like it.

thoma squirms in his spot on the bed, leaky dick still left twitching for relief. you curl a finger at him to come closer, watching as he rushes over to his knees beside ayato. lacing a hand through his messy hair you bring his face up to your throbbing cock, flushed face now centimeters away from the pulsing heat.

thoma licks his lips in anticipation before enveloping your tip into his mouth, ayato taking your heavy sack into his warm mouth. lewd sounds from both boys fill the room, spurring you to thread your hands through both of their hair, pressing their mouths to either side of your dick, thrusting your hips between their puckered mouths.

the wet friction combined with their ruined faces doesn’t help prolong your hurdling orgasm. letting them go, you quickly jerk your cock over them. husky growls signaling that your nearing the edge, “ fuck fuck fuck. take it, take every fucking drop.”

the two males keep their mouths open as you cum on their faces, semen coating their lips and tongue. ayato makes a show when he swallows, putting on his slutty act of licking thomas mouth clean and intertwining their tongues.

thoma moans hotly into ayatos mouth, moving closer to slot his thigh between his legs. the two hump at each other feverishly on the floor, only disconnecting to lead each other back to the bed and present their dripping rims to you.

“wont you join us master?”

#rb #gi #thoma #ayato

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grincubus · 1 year

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like TRUST me when i say im going insane writing for this ask but anon this specific section. this set-up w/ itto is so hot the idea of wearing him down over time and persuading him to let u breed him is soooo 🤤 i need to eat cardboard

so obsessed with breeding kink stuff but itto is my top fav with it fr i wanna fuck a baby in him so baddddd

#itto

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grincubus · 1 year

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so obsessed with breeding kink stuff but itto is my top fav with it fr i wanna fuck a baby in him so baddddd

#itto #all those fics where hes breeding vs the like five where hes getting bred. i have to do everything mySELF

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grincubus · 1 year

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gen my beautiful sweet perfect amazing awesome great excellent writer!!!!!

…thoughts on breeding?

- feed me (🏳️‍🌈) anon

☆ 𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐎. ❝ breeding. ❞

cw. breeding. dumbification, pegging, you mite have a dick idk? up to u lolz

omg 🏳️‍🌈 anon

i LAUVE breeding kink. but under certain circumstances.

like. being bred is ugly. but breeding? that’s. that’s hot.

lets use my favorite big oni as an example because itto + breeding kink is DELICIOUS.

fucking into him roughly, gripping onto his ass so tightly that it almost draws blood. loud, desperate moans bounce off of the walls, making your stomach flutter at the sounds and the view before you.

the mighty arataki itto, ass up and face smothered into a pillow. his muscly thighs retracting off of the bed and shaking with pleasure. “fuck!— fuuuck! mmh!” he whined, grabbing onto the pillow beneath him and nuzzling into it harshly <3

you lean down to whisper in his ear, dirty giggles and remarks making the oni harder. “wa—ant your cum! please!” your lips curl into a grin, sighing into itto’s shoulder comfortably. “oh? you want my cum? want me to fill you up?”

“y-yeah! mmhm! want— want your cum! wanna have your babies!” itto wailed. you pulled back, an amused gasp leaving your mouth. “oh? you want me to breed you, itto? is that it?” you asked the oni, smoothing your hands over his ass and fucking into him harder than he ever deemed possible.

itto could only whine, his body now perched on his elbows, head dangling to see through his legs at the sloppy scene. “breed- wanna- fuck! wanna be-” the poor thing babbled mindlessly, pushing himself back down onto your hips.

“you wanna be bred, honey? i’ll make sure it happens, don’t worry, beautiful.”

#rb #itto #im gonna explode.

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grincubus · 1 year

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❤️🧡💜💚

#rb #op #nami 🤤

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grincubus · 1 year

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★ 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋. ❝ you poor thing. ❞

cw. ꒦꒷ dom! reader x sub! ghostface! amab! character. gender neutral. dom to sub themes. breaking and entering — unrealistic scenarios. ass eating, anal fingering, spanking, degradation, dacryphilia. could be considered dubcon, but both parties do give consent. plot before porn, no specific character. not proofread.

an. ꒦꒷ happy halloween! 👻 thanks 4 tuning in… very odd layout, i know!!! but special moments call for special layouts!!! this fanfiction was originally going to be written w/ itto as ghostface, but i decided it would be better if i just let ur nasty imaginations run wild with whoever you want lmfao 🫶🏼 i kinda like the photo w the divider though!! may add it to all of my fics 🤭 sending love to all of my halloween fanatics, and to everyone who doesn’t celebrate??? pretend its the purge!!! /hj 😁 IM GETTING DISTRACTED LMAO ENJOY THE FIC!!

october 31. 9:31 pm.

snug in your favorite pair of sweatpants with a bag of candy beside you from tagging alongside your niece and some of the neighborhood kids as a chaperone to their vigorous session of trick or treating. they had roped you into the fun and torn the pillowcase off their pillows to offer you as your sweet-hauling sack for the night — you had ended up taking some girl’s pink unicorn pillowcase, in which she happily handed over with a toothless smile and a loud giggle.

safe to say, your niece began the night screaming as you had ultimately “betrayed her”.

it ended up being quite fun, the roundabout, even better you had a whole two armfuls of free candy all to yourself. with your favorite halloween movies on your computer and your fairy lights illuminating your bedroom, you were sure nothing could ruin your night.

shatter.

“the hell…?” you murmur, pausing your movie. the sound of glass breaking downstairs catches your attention. it doesn’t sound like the usual glass cup, but more like a window or a door. “oh fuck.”

your heart skips a beat as you hear footsteps echoing through the hallway. your breath catches in your throat and you spring up to grab the nearest thing you can use as a weapon — luckily for you was a bat from your childhood. good thing you had a strong arm. or else you might as well have prayed to die from shock.

you slowly crack the door open and grip your bat, lingering outside of your door. your heartbeat was loud in your ears, eyes darting around, searching for any threat. you decide to stray a bit farther, silence following behind what was left of the echo of the intruder’s footsteps. you squeezed your eyes shut, praying it was a fat raccoon, hell, even a bear. anything that you had a chance against.

fear enveloped you like a cold blanket. quiet and frightening. you listened for a sign of anything, anyone. yet the only sound left was the remainder of trick or treaters and the few rumbling of cars down the road. your fingered trembled alongside your spine — you felt like you were going to drop onto the floor and pass out at any time.

the footsteps erupted from the darkness again. this time, they sounded closer. you turned around quickly and backed up against the closet door behind you, the sound of your labored breathing in your ears like headphones playing a song with the sound on the highest setting. you could hear yourself swallowing thickly as you looked around in raw fear, praying silently to whatever god that could hear you that the invader would think no one is home and just leave.

you finally decided to go and find the person yourself. fucking outrageous idea, yes, but if they wouldn’t leave, you’d have to make them. you forced your feet forwards and kept your head up as you made your way to the kitchen. the footsteps stopped abruptly, making you hold your breath in fear.

“who’s there?” you ask with a shaky breath. you grip the bat so hard your knuckles nearly blanched. you could feel the old wood splintering under your grasp, small pieces of wood poking into your palms. but the pain was nothing compared to the fear looming above you like a dark cloud, waiting to strike you down.

your question meets cool silence. but it only makes your shoulders tense. maybe you were just dreaming. maybe this isn’t real. thoughts swarm your head as your breathing becomes shakier, a gruff chuckle interrupts your thoughts out of the blue.

shit, shit, oh shit. your hands begin to quiver as the voice pools right next to your ear, like fear coming to greet you. you couldn’t see them, it was too dark — yet they were right on the other side of this wall. yet you couldn’t cry and give up, you had to do something. you vowed to never let anyone fuck you over, and especially not like this.

“you should never say 'who’s there?' don’t you watch scary movies?” the voice stirred. your shouldered stiffened as all of the strength in your fingers threatened to give out and drop your weapon. “it’s a death wish. might ‘s well come out now.”

you took note of where you stood. the kitchen counter was just next to the entrance of the kitchen where you currently were — maybe you could push them against it, render them immobile. anything to get you the upper hand; there was no way you could sit here, weak in the knees. weak in the knees?

you kept your mouth shut as you held the bat firmly, struggling not to let your trembling fingers give your position away, even if it was painfully obvious where you were. the stranger sighed, making you shiver — it was almost if their breath was right up against your neck, lingering by your ear. you two were mere moments away from one another, both not planning to move.

“well, if you won’t move,” they droned. “i suppose i will.”

in one quick motion, the intruder turned the corner and pinned you against the wall in which you stood, revealing the cloaked figure that has been tormenting you so calmly for the past half an hour. you screamed, nearly dropping your bat at how fast they had moved to catch you. you were frozen in fear. and you hated it.

“oh, dear.” they mused, leaning into your face. their arm was just level to your skull — where you realized they had driven a hooked blade into your wall, only inches away from your head. you could hear yourself breathing shakily as you straightened your posture, attempting to seem more menacing.

you were face to face with a mask. a long, ghostly face; one with droopy black eyes and an empty, sullen mouth shaped as if melting off the formation of its skull — the sullen feeling of distress and pain apparent in its face.

“oh, darling,” the voice behind the mask made your legs shake. “why so scared? ‘m only here to say hello.” they took your chin in their hand and tutted it in their direction.

you nearly went numb in fear as the hooded figure chuckled lowly. “so much occupied space between us — i’d rather fill it up with something more — interesting.” their fingers ghsoted your skin as they traveled up the wooden bat to the top, persuading you to let go. but as you stood, quivering in fear, they slipped the bat out of your hands and threw it to the ground with a large clatter.

“much better.” they said, the slight smirk evident in their tone. “i saw you trying to catch up to those kids you were chasing. babysitting, perhaps? i didn’t see any children around here,” the ghost-faced stranger pondered, looking around for any sight of a stubby toddler down the hallway. as soon as they were sure you weren’t someone’s parent — their attention turned back to you.

“you looked so stressed out there,” they cooed, their tone making your blood boil. “mind letting me help you out?” you gasped as the hand that was once propping your chin up slid down to grip your shoulder. “you don’t fucking know me.” you snarled. “i’ll fuck you up.”

the masked intruder laughed at your advances, making you all the angrier. “oh, how i would adore seeing you try.” they leaned in, the ghostly mask now only inches away from your face. “i bet your pretty head is full of ideas. god, now you’ve got me all excited.”

you scoffed. “i bet.” you reached out and index finger to point out the tent in their tunic. “now, will you let me handle you or not?”

this was a stupid idea — fucking some rando who just broke into your house at 9 pm on halloween? what the fuck kind of idea is that? but they were right, you were pent up — and after all of that candy, you surely weren’t going to sleep for a good few hours.

the stranger hummed, inching away from your face. “might as well. your efforts will be wasted anyway.”

you wasted no time grabbing them by the waist and flipping them around, slamming their back into the wall. you felt down their body as the cloaked one gasped, your hands trailing from their hips to their inner thigh as you hoisted the material up.

“no underwear, hm?” you said as you were met immediately with the burglar’s hard cock. they chuckled breathily as you made quick work of your hands, wrapping them around their dick as you stroked them up and down. “so b-boring,” the masked thief stuttered. “c’mon, hurry up and get to the good part.”

you rolled your eyes — what a needy whore. “shut up ‘n take what i give you. either that or i can call the cops.” they sigh shakily as you speed up your pace, thumbing their dripping tip as the invader’s breaths get more erratic. their fingers dig into the wall behind them, feeling around for some type of leverage good enough to keep them stable. little whines slipped from their lips as they bucked into your hand, making you laugh and push away.

“you’re so easy,” you tease, watching as the person behind the mask whimpered and turned their head to look at you. “and here you were, talking so fucking big. i should just leave your sorry ass here and call the police.”

they sucked their teeth as you dipped down onto your knees. “oh? are you giving up?” you scoffed as you prodded at their slightly shaky knees. “hold up your fucking shit and shut up and turn around. i want to get this done quickly before something else gets into my house through whatever entry you got in from.” you pushed the bottom half of the tunic into their hands as they turned sheepishly to face the wall. “why?”

“you said “get to the good part”. so i am. are you questioning me?” you asked. the person shook their head slowly as you nodded. “good. now stay still.”

your hands gripped the back of their thighs as you pushed your head in between their ass. they yelped, your hot breath against their fluttering hole making them shiver. “wait, what are you doing down — fuck!”

they gasped loudly as your tongue began to lap slowly at their rim, hands spreading their asscheeks apart to gain better access. your tongue worked skillfully around their hole, making the anonymous criminal drop their costume and push their hands into the wall.

“the hell did i say?” the stranger whined at your tone. “i — i don’t — i don’t know!” they sniffled, making you tsk at their pathetic pleads. your head swam freely with ideas of what you’d do to them for punishment — but you didn’t have anything on you. so a nice spank would suffice.

you lifted your hand from their ass and brought it back down forcefully, causing the cloaked person to sob (and arch their back a lil too 😏). “i just said it a few minutes ago. hold up your fucking shit.” you demanded. their left hand moved quickly to hold up the bottom of their tunic again. once they felt your sigh on approval against their hole again, they sniffled and squeezed their eyes shut under the mask as you continued to ravage their ass.

from sheepish whimpers to loud moans, this poor puppy was proven to be all bark and absolutely no bite. “even beneath a mask, you’re still just a little bitch.” you laughed meanly against their hole as your fingers roamed from spreading their ass to accompanying your tongue by their rim. “i — i uhm — fuck, i—” they squealed, the feeling of your fingertips lingering against their wet hole making their legs quiver. “wait, no, are you gonna — i can’t, ‘m gonna cum!”

you snickered again as your tongue pushed through their barrier just a bit, milking another shocked whine from their mouth. “i think you can handle it, don’t you think? it’ll feel even better than just my mouth.” you broke away from their leaking ass as shaky breaths followed your words. your heart skipped an extra beat as you saw their head completely crashed downwards, staring at the space in between their legs. the masked stranger let out a quivering exhale as they nodded weakly. “i want it in. put your finger in me. please?”

and that was all of the clearance you needed. you pressed your face back into their ass as you continued to eat it out. your fingers pushed through the crowd underneath as you slowly eased it in beside your tongue. “fu — fuck!” they moaned, throwing their head back as their fingers gripped around the black material of their robe. “good, good — more, please, want you deeper!”

“‘m sorry for breaking in — s-so good — i uhm, i jus’ — fuck..!” you ignored how awful that first part sounded as you quickened your pace and thrusted your finger inside of the ghost-masked intruder, feeling them slipping from their position as their back arched further into you. you could tell they were about to cum. legs shaking, knees buckling — all of the signs stuck out like a bright lantern in the dead of night.

if it wasn’t halloween and kids weren’t still yelling outside, the way this bitch moaned surely would have gotten the cops called for you. “please don’t stop, ‘m gonna cum — wanna cum for you, all for you, jus’ please don’t stop fuckin’ me!”

even if you were lockjawed and your wrist was about to give out, you sped up your pace just to hear those pathetic squeals and pleas — they would be of your name. if your poor puppy knew it in the first place. “can i cum? please lemme cum! so close, i’m so fuckin’ close!” you sighed into their hole, making them shiver once again. “fine. but only because you asked nicely.”

all they needed was “fine” — not like they could hear anything else. they were far too busy screaming and nutting all over your fucking wall to hear what else you had to say. hell, the damn bitch came so much you might as well paint your wall white!!! 🙄 their last spurts of cum shot out all over your floor as their legs finally gave out on them, causing them to drop to their knees and sink onto the ground. you came up behind them and pulled them up onto you so that they leaned against you on the floor.

“so, stranger,” you inquired softly and slowly so that their mushy brain could comprehend your words. “what should i call you?”

they looked up through the falling eyes of the ghostly mask that covered their face.

“ghostface. you — you can call me ghostface.”

THE SMUT WAS SO RUSHED OH MY FUCKING GOD THIS TURNED OUT SO MUCH WORSE THAN I WANTED IT TO I’M GONNA

ok hapy halloween

#rb #😵‍💫#the apology for breaking in while moaning is rlly doing it for me for some reason

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grincubus · 1 year

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thinking about.. subby and needy rengoku <3

[ WARNINGS ] : none

imagine having a nice cup of hot cocoa with your cute boyfriend and seeing him get a bit of the whipped cream on his lips. you licked it off in a lighthearted manner but he immediately kissed you back. before you both knew it it became a whole makeout session, with rengoku caged between your arms against the table. he's making soft, whiny sounds as his hips bucked up in a somewhat gentle yet urgent manner.

"need you," he whispers between kisses, his hand gripping onto the collar of your shirt tightly. you pressed yourself against him, and he immediately started to grind on you, panting and moaning like a bitch.

#rb #kny #rengoku #OVER SOME COCOA…..ok 🤤

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grincubus · 1 year

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signora would like temperature play/wax play i think. scaramouche….hehe. pantalone…..hehehhee. pierro. hhheheheheheheeeeaahahherrhh. rolls around kicks feet etc. pulcinella likes watching daytime television or wtv old ppl do

#columbina. sweats

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grincubus · 1 year

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hm seeing that post u reblogged abt what types of subs the harbingers would be— no i want to know what they would be their biggest kinks/turn ons 👀👀

being dominated. by me

#HAHAHEJFJDHWJ ill have to think abt it. 👀👀 will post when i decide

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grincubus · 1 year

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literally same dude LMAO i can handle ppl using them when talking abt characters but IN the fics....no i cant im SORRYYYYYYY its just embarrassing😭 i rlly think ppl use nicknames just for the sake of using them cuz sometimes they read so forced and unnatural

sorry i just cant take character nicknames seriously in smut it just sounds so silly 😭 im not calling kaeya “yaya”.. and im DEFINITELY NOT calling shigaraki “SHIGGY”? im saying their full names when im railing them. its polite its manners

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grincubus · 1 year

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relax | diluc x dom top reader.

he'd been so busy lately. you just wanted to give him a hand and help him relax.

N/S/F/W CONTENT ; MINORS DO NOT READ / INTERACT, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

character[s]: diluc. reader: sex never mentioned. gender neutral. no pronouns used. cw: dom/sub implications. fingering. hair pulling [diluc]. reader is a bit mean/demanding.

it was no secret that diluc was a busy man. if it wasn’t mountains of paperwork, it was cleaning up the angel’s share after a string of rowdy nights. or worse still, when he’d come home late singed and smelling of smoke to find you waiting up for him in the foyer, where you wordlessly tend to his wounds before leading him up to bed.

he hated leaving things unfinished, but he hated making you worry more. recently it seemed like you were frowning at him more than smiling, but he just couldn’t seem to slow himself down. never once had you chastised his behavior when it clearly displeased you. he knew he was difficult to be with, and you were too kind.

so when you stepped into his office tonight, he wasn’t quick to shoo you away. you had that look in your eye that meant you were set on something, and you’d been staring at him intently for the past few days. he hadn’t been able to spend much time with you lately. he didn't think much of it.

he didn’t think much of it when you sidled up behind his chair and kissed the back of his jaw. he didn’t think much of it when you smoothed your palms over his tense shoulders and whispered that you wanted to help him relax. he didn’t think much of it when you smiled against his skin after he begrudgingly sighed and leaned back into your touch. so stiff, you'd said. would a massage help?

you misled him. he didn’t want to admit he misread the situation. of course you didn’t mean something as simple as a shoulder message, why would you? you were always so impossible. he should have guessed your true intentions, because things always somehow seemed to end up like this with you—

“diluc, you’re too tense.”

he bit the inside of his cheek, torn back to the present. the side of his face was pressed flat against his desk, cold wood against his hot skin. at least you'd had the decency to clear his papers away. he managed not to shiver when the fingers of your free hand smoothed over the flushed skin of his hips as you tugged his pants down further.

“i wonder why,” he said wryly, and you chuckled behind him. you pinched his hip with one hand, and your other hand -

diluc choked when you flexed your fingers inside him. two of them, nearly to the second knuckle. you clicked your tongue when his body wound up, clenching around you.

"diluc." you murmured in disapproval. you slid your other hand from his hip up his side. he shivered, goosebumps raised after your touch, but all he murmured was a quiet, "i know," against his desk. could you really blame him, though?

you sighed, disapproving again, and this time he felt a little guilty. he opened his mouth to apologize, but the words caught in his throat when your hand suddenly moved from his side to his hair and tugged. one sharp, quick pull in displeasure. he gasped sharply, startled.

"i can't hear you when you're muttering like that."

"sorry." heat crawled up his neck. it was difficult to relax the way you wanted, but he tried. he trembled in your hold when your fingers curved inside him again, this time deeper.

"i'm doing this for you, you know. ease up a little," you said, but he could hear the underlying implication there. don't be difficult. his heart skipped a beat.

"i know. i know." he screwed his eyes shut. it wasn't that often you got so short so quickly, but he couldn't deny the effect it had on him. his chest was hot. "i know." then, so you'd maybe take pity on him, "t-thank you."

your breath fanned against his neck in a soft laugh. he shivered. "thank you, he says." you chuckle again, and this time he moaned when your fingers thrusted into him. "ah, you're relaxing. will you let me spoil you now?"

diluc exhaled heavily, eyes fluttering shut. "yes," he murmured, shoulders loose.

...

everything was hot.

you said something behind him, but he can't hear you over the roaring in his ears. you sound pleased, though, and that made him moan.

your fingers, so much thicker than his own, pistoned in and out of him with brutal precision. his front was plastered flat against his desk, no longer able to hold himself up, and he gasped and clawed at the wood to ground himself.

"fuck," he panted, burying his face into the slick surface of the desk. he'd started drooling at some point, but he couldn't recall when. the third finger? or were you up to four now? were you even using your fingers at this point? you were so deep. "fuck, fuck, fuck—!"

hot pleasure roared down his spine when you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head up. "ah!" his body locked up with a fierce shudder and he almost came right there. with your fingers buried in his hole and your grip tight on his hair, it was a miracle he didn't. but then—

"y'stopped," he slurred. you'd pulled him back off the desk, enough for him to make you out in the corner of his eyes.

"i said, are you listening to me?" you ask, firmly but without any ice. the sound of your voice so close to his ear made him clench around your fingers, and, greedily, he rolled his hips. he cried out when you yanked again, this time hard enough for his back to bow. his scalp burned in the most incredible way. "diluc."

"no," he said honestly. he swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how hard he was panting. like some sort of animal. he shuddered at the though of you reducing him to such a thing and fought to remain focused. "no, no, i—i wasn't. m'sorry. i just...hah." your fingers flexed. he couldn't remember what he was going to say.

"i know," you crooned, apparently charmed enough by him, because your fingers fuck into him again, slower this time but harder. he spasmed in your grip. "i know, look at you. you feel good?"

"good," he repeated, and you allowed him to lean forward again, bent over the desk. "fingers, ah, so—so good, so good—i—hah!♡" he almost shouted when you pull his hair again, his cock pulsing hard enough to leak. a thick stream of pre dribbled from his head, and you noticed.

"oh? think you could cum just from this?" you tugged again at his hair. he knew you already know the answer.

"yes!" he was too far gone to be embarrassed; he grinded back against your thrusts. you didn't let up, but you abandoned his hair in favor of pushing him down instead, and diluc sobbed with pleasure when your big fingers pounded against his prostate. he was completely boneless, fucked out against the surface of his desk while you drilled into him.

"fuck, you're—so good." he whined. his body jerked in time with the force of your fingers, desk shaking. he clawed at it, desperate; his knees buckled beneath him, hot pleasure racing through his veins. "i'm, i'm so close. please, let—me, can i cum? can i—for you?" his voice trembled with your thrusts.

"of course," you murmured. he shouted when you shoved your fingers in hard, firmly plugged against his that spot that made him scream. "you only needed to ask." your other hand snaked under him, and it took two, three strokes before he was cumming in thick, heavy ropes all over the underside of his desk. he rocked back into your thrusts and clenched sweetly around you, babbled nonsense and scraped the wood with his nails. he couldn't focus on anything else. the entire world disappeared.

when he came to, he was still shaking like a leaf with the strength of his orgasm. you kissed the back of his shoulder, murmured kind things to him as he came down.

"easy, easy. i've got you."

your fingers were still in him. he shuddered, hyper aware of how they filled him up. fuck, he was never going to get used to that. he clenched unknowingly at them when you moved to pull them out, only to change tactics midway through. his legs spasmed when you pushed them back in.

"so reluctant to let me go," you chuckle. your lips pressed against his ear. "have i made you greedy? maybe you'd like more?" you thrusted them in gently a few more times just to draw out some more mewls from him. he clenched around you, hot again.

"no, i...mm." his knees buckled again when you scissored your fingers, prodding and pulling and rubbing at his pink rim before you fucked them in again. you repeated this a few more times, muttering to yourself and ignoring his gurgles. you were just toying with him at that point, literally—playing with his hole. his face flushed darkly, aware enough again to feel embarrassed, but he didn't have the energy to resist.

he buried his face in the desk and tried not to squeal when your fingers—it was definitely four—popped back into him and pressed in again, deep. it was shameful, being unable to resist, but it still felt so good, the sharp blade between pain and pleasure.

"shh, shh." you hushed his garbled moan when you thrusted against his prostate with intent. "let me do this for you. i'll let you cum all over my fingers again. you said you'd let me help you relax, right?" when he didn't answer, you clawed at his hair again and yanked his head back up. "right?"

his eyes were hazy. what had he even been doing before this...? "r...right.♡"

"right." you smiled against his throat. "i'll take care of you. just relax."

he moaned weakly when your fingers started up again in earnest, already drooling against his creaking desk.

#genshin impact smut #sub genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #top reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #diluc x reader #diluc x top reader #mine #self indulgent bc i dont think hes a crier lmao

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