Diluc looks back at me with eyes that were one filled with lust, now bright with regret.
His hands fall to his sides as tears form in the corners of his eyes, lips parting only for silence to follow.
"Sweetheart? What's wrong?"
He keeps his eyes on me. Those eyes that once held so much adortion, so much love. Those arms that held me during good times and bad, those that warmed me when I was at my lowest. Those lips that whispered promises, sweet nothings—though I guess they really were that. Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
My heart feels as though it is being squeezed dry of all the love I have for him.
Is this how it feels like to lose your soulmate? Your best friend? Your other half? The one person you trusted with your life?
"Love-" You put a finger up, immediately silencing him.
"You do not get to call me that." Your lips tremble but you hold your head high, unbothered by the tears staining your cheeks.
"If you associated that word with me, perhaps even for just an ounce of your genuine feelings for me, you wouldn't be wrapped in another woman's arms."
You take a step back, giving the situation a once-over to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you. Why you did that, you're unsure. Perhaps you didn't want to believe what really was happening. Maybe you wanted to give the universe another chance to re-do it's mistake. This is a mistake, right? Because if not, why would the universe send your husband to you? Why would it allow you to marry him? Why would it allow you to fall in love him?
"Love..." Diluc tries again, but you merely shake your head.
"You don't know the meaning of that word."
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Shhhh. | Diluc x Reader
summary: Inviting your friends to a group expedition makes everything easier and fun until Diluc has to clamp a hand over your mouth as he fuck you to avoid waking your friends.
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"A ruin guard! You ran away from a ruin guard! You're even worse than Klee!" Mona laughs, pointing at a crimson-faced Venti.
"Ruin guards are huge, alright! They shoot from their backs, turn into spinning tops and can jump fifty feet into the air!" Everyone simply laughs at the barb's attempt to save face. Everyone except a certain redhead.
You lean into your husband, smiling as he wraps his arm around your waist, stroking circles on your hip with his thumb. "Tired?" He side-eyes you, bringing his mug to his lips.
Nodding, a yawn breaks from your lips. Diluc finishes his drink and stands up, clearing his throat.
"It's been a long day, and we have an even longer one tomorrow. Let's all go to bed."
No one bothers to fight and all begin to stand up, stretching their arms up as yawns begin to circle around. As everyone heads to their respective tents, Diluc puts put the fire before leading you to your shared sleeping space.
You kneel on the ground, slowly taking off a few of your protective armor and your sword, getting on your hands and knees to crawl towards your pillow.
Just as you're about to lay on your back, a pair of strong hands flip your body for you. Diluc cages you with one hand beside your head and the other on your hip.
"Diluc—"
"Shhh, my love." He whispers, "You wouldn't want the others to hear you now, do you?" He presses his hips against your stomach, the feeling of his hard member pressing against your stomach making you gasp.
Diluc presses his lips against yours, tongue swiping for entrance which you gladly give. He tastes slightly of sweet grape juice and strongly of heavy desire.
How long has this man been thinking of taking you? A few minutes? A few hours? Since the expedition started?
As if reading your mind, he answers. "Since you helped Mona out with those hilichurls." Diluc's eyes lock you in a gaze so full of heat you feel your legs wrapping themselves around his waist, pressing him against your core.
The redhead groans, pressing his forehead against yours. "You have no idea how sexy you looked, defeating those monsters with one move." The more he talked, the more he grinds, the wetter you become.
Your hips rock on their own accord, terth dinking on your bottom lip. You push Diluc slightly, staring into his eyes. "Maybe I want them to hear me."
You see his eye twitch as his hand tightens on your hip. "I don't." He growls, pushing himself up. Quickly, he unbuttons his top, revealing his toned chest, steel abs—fuck. It's like you can't grt enough of your husband, no matter how many times you see him without his clothes on.
Diluc begins undoing his belt, leading your eyes to the bulge on his pants, making your miuth water. Your husband pulls his hard member out, stroking it a few minutes before leaning back onto you, stealing another kiss.
As he busies your mouth with his, his hands make quick work of your dress, pulling on it to expose your breasts before your panties follow. Diluc cuts the kiss off just to bring your soaked underwear to his nose, breathing in and closing his eyes as if he's a junkie getting his fix after so long without it.
"My fucking Archon..." He curses under his breath, "I'm obsessed with you, my wife. You have no idea."
The way he confesses with bottomless hunger in his eyes causes your cunt to grow heated. Wet. So fucking needy you begin to whine.
"You're mine." He pushes your underwear inside his pocket, his hand slowly running up your thigh. "And when I say you're mine, I mean every single part of you."
Your breath shudders ar his thumb slowly inching to the part you're desperate for his touch. "Every look." His thumb finally brushes your slit, sliding up your clit. "Every orgasm." A hushed moan slips part your lips at the feeling of his thumb pressing circles against your sensitive bud. "Every sound."
"Mine. All fucking mine." His fingers slowly begin stroking your leaking cunt, your throat unable to stop the shudders and moans that leave you.
"Yours, all yours. Now please." You whisper, trying to let him hear exactly how desperate you are for him. "Please take me."
Diluc raises a brow, a finger slipping past your folds. "Take you how?"
You know exactly what he wants to hear. Diluc may appear like a gentleman in front of everybody, making everyone think he's beyond foul words and actions, but he isn't. Seeing this part of him made you want him even more. You wanted to see more of this filthy side of him, pushed him to his limit, all while hiding it from everybody else because you're just as selfish about him as he is about you. So you indulge him in his dark desires, wanting to see just how far you can push him.
"Fuck me like I'm your personal whore."
Diluc's eyes darken fifty shades over, a sinister smile stretching across his face. You feel him press the head of his cock against your dripping cunt. He pills your legs apart, pushing them back before sliding inside you. Your eyes roll to the bsck of your head at the pleasurable feeling of being stretched open.
"Fuck yeah you are. My cockslut." He pulls back before thrusting in again, making sure all nine inches of him are buried inside you. "My personal sex slave." He repeats the action again, a strangled moan leaving your lips. Diluc presses his hand on your lips, shutting you up. "My dirty whore."
His thrusts begin to grow harder, faster—yet he doesn't take away how deep he pushes himself inside you. Diluc makes sure you're full of him. That he fucks you dumb; crying, shaking, and drooling for his cock. For him.
"You're so fucking tight. As if I don't take you at least thrice everyday." He growls in your ear, nipping on the shell.
If his hand wasn't on your mouth, you would be screaming for the gods right about now. Your husband fills you up so nice and full, in a manner you love—rough.
"Fuck, if I don't get you pregnant..." You feel yourself tighten at his words, his eyes growing frantic and thrusts becoming harsher than ever. "Yeah? Want me to breed this little pussy? Have you all big, carrying my child? You want that?"
Your orgasms always came fast ever since you've been together with Diluc, however this one in particular hits you like electricity while you're in water. It shocks you, taking you by surprise.
Your muffled moans fill the tent, the impending orgasm already feeling as though it'll snap your body in half. "Get pregnant, fucking whore. Take all my cum and have my child like a good little slut."
His grip on your hip may be bruising but your nails on his shoulders cut deep, creating fresh wounds for Barbara to heal tomorrow.
After a few harsh pounds, you finally tip over the edge, the orgasm absolutely doing a number to your body and mind. Your eyes roll back, tears forming and dripping down the sides of your head, your spit dampening your husband's fingers and palm as your thighs shake in pleasure.
Your husband fucks you like a man locked away for years, forgetting the taste of a woman.
"That's right, fuck." Your husband whimpers, pressing his forehead on yours. "Squeeze my dick. Squeeze it dry. Fuck, this is all for you." He groans quietly, hot breath fanning your lips as you milk him dry, his hot cum exploding inside you.
Diluc shudders above you, lips finding your shoulder as he sinks his teeth on your sensitive skin, muffling his own groans. His hips shakily, slowly, thrusts inside you, stopping once both of you have gone down from your highs.
The two of you pant as though you were running up a hill. He stares into your eyes, a soft smile across his lips.
"You really want to have a baby?" His question makes you giggle as you nod, pulling him into a searing kiss. You make sure you pour all your love and affection for this man into that simple action. You feel your husband smile into the kiss.
Without pulling out, he pulls your dress over your head and he pulls off his pants. "Round two?"
You smile but you shake your head, feeling your eyelids grow heavier by the second. "No more." You mumble, feeling him kiss your closed eyes.
"Alright my love." He whispers, beginning to pull out when you grab his hips, stopping him.
"I said no more. That doesn't mean you need to pull out." You pout, brows furrowing as your husband chuckles loudly, unable to stop himself.
He nods, pressing a kiss against your forehead as he presses himself back inside you. "Anything my love wants." He pulls you into his arms and it doesn't take long for sleep to catch up.
When you wake the next morning, you quickly put on your discarded dress, blushing slightly at the feeling of Diluc's release still slippery inside you.
As you leave the tent, your blush grows even darker at the sight of Barbara healing the scratches on your husband's shoulders.
"What happened? Were we attacked last night? Maybe I was too asleep to hear it. Gosh, I'm so sorry you had to fight by yourself, Master Diluc." Barbara's words cause Venti to scoff.
"Really? You didn't hear anything at all? Diluc was grunting all night. Perhaps he was trying to keep quiet cause he didn't wanna wake you." Venti rolls his eyes as Mona and Fischl roll their eyes at his sarcasm.
Diluc looks up at you, smiling as though he had just finished a big time expedition. "Maybe we should sleep at inns next time." His suggestion causes your face to heat up once more.
"That's a great idea! Then we wouldn't be attacked!" Barbara smiles, pulling her hands away once she finishes healing your husband.
"Though I can't promise tonight to be a quiet one." He winks at you, shrugging his coat on.
Barbara raises a brow. "Why?"
Diluc simply sighs and pats her head before walking over to you, kissing you on your cheek. "Good morning. Sleep well?"
You bite your lip as a smile stretches across your face. You nod.
Venti groans, "Two of you lead the way with Barbara. Fischl, Mona, and I will be behind you hoping you get stabbed by a hilichurl."
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