- w. face sitting, fem! reader, oral (fem! receiving), diluc moans a lot <3
had diluc ever truly known how it felt to experience a touch before this? or had he only ever imagined it, right, how it'll taste, how you taste, how you rub yourself against his mouth greedily as his hand curves over your thigh to play with your throbbing clit— obviously knowing him he's especially mindful about it, not wanting to fasten your orgasm too quickly as he evens out the flicks of his tongue with the squeezes of his fingers on you.
and now, here you were— real and exposed, quite tangible indeed, pressing into his face with a relished softness that undid him more than any battle ever could. the man quivers under you, shamelessly moaning into your sopping cunt as he braces himself for more, his other hand squeezing into the flesh of your thigh as he presses you against his lips deeper.
oh he wants you so fucking much, doesn't he? how it practically shatters him by the way you grind against his tongue— his fluffy hair splayed out on the pillows as he gazes up at you through under his soaked lashes— and archons above, his dick was already so big showing in his boxers, but as you unravel above him, fucking into his mouth deeper and deeper, he begins to whimper, almost as loudly as you were, the massive outline of his dripping dick twitching under the fabric as he sucks into your folds, letting go of your roughened flesh over and over with a pop.
the sheer warmth of your cunt exposed his true thinking, his clawing grunts and brittle whines burning through the careful distance he had placed between himself and the world, and yet he couldn't pull away from you.
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