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"Ｃｈｅｅｒｓ！"
The sound of glasses clinking against one another vibrated throughout the tavern. Negligible droplets of beer, wine and juice splattered onto the wooden table whilst the odd few droplets of the beverages trickled down the sides of each glass on contact.
There were seven people gathered at this particular table today. They included Diluc, Venti, Jean, Kaeya, Amber, Paimon and yourself, of course. Everybody had some form of a smile on their face, even if it were just the slightest glimpse of positive radiance, none could prevent themselves from properly enjoying the occasion at present.
The first to slam down their glass onto the table, signifying that their beverage had already finished, was Amber, unexpectedly. Once she downed the entire glass, she released a loud sigh of satisfaction and immediately ordered another fill. She would groan and complain, leaning on one arm, if the barista hadn't arrived to refill her glass quick enough or with the correct drink.
Jean tried her best to encourage the Gliding Champion to take it slow and steady with the drinking but her attempts rendered as failures. She would rub small circles on Amber's back, causing her to burp and laugh at her own actions.
Paimon excused herself more than a couple times as she couldn't quite handle the overwhelming taste of such strong drinks so instead she had offered to act as the group's barista, kindly refilling empty glasses and bringing them to the desired person with minimal waiting skills and patience. She would often spill the drinks before they even reached her 'customer'.
Venti finished his drinks rather quickly too. He was more than capable of handling his alcohol, as proven by the way his demeanour hadn't changed throughout the gathering. He would laugh and tease Paimon at her attempts of usefulness to the group. When his laughing fits grew wild, he'd stretch and sprawl his arms out above his head and lean to his side.
The unfortunate bearer of said laughing fits was Kaeya, who would try his best to move his drink out of the way in order to prevent it from spilling and creating more mess for the tavern owners' to clean. He remained calm, composed, but also content with his surroundings.
Lastly, you couldn't keep your eyes away from Diluc, he would occasionally bat every individual a look containing a soft yet concentrated expression before closing his eyes and returning to have a sip of his drink. Until finally, his eyes laid upon you. He hadn't expected to catch you staring at him - but he did. Diluc would have liked to think that everybody was here to enjoy themselves and each others' company but here you were solely fixated on him.
At this point, you couldn't even try to find a way out of this awkwardness. It was your own fault for staring for too long but there was something about seeing him change from a serious and work-driven attitude to a more peaceful and rested one. Something about it was refreshing in itself. Because of your hard work - because of everyone's hard work - your reward was simply seeing Diluc being a little less stressed.
"Earth to Y/N?"
Paimon's voice awakened you from your trance. Your attention snapped from Diluc to the floating figure by your side. Paimon giggled at your response. Unsure whether it was the alcohol or your feelings getting to your head, your face grew a little hot.
"Want Paimon to get you another glass?"
"Sure thing, Paimon," you reply with a smile.
She swirls around in the air before taking the glass from your hand and floating in the direction of the main bar. As much as you want to go back to gazing at a certain redhead, your name is called by Kaeya.
"You seem to be taking the drinks maybe a little too slowly. If you don't want to drink, you only need to mention it."
"Oh..." You shuffle in your seat timidly, "ah, you noticed that, huh?"
Jean gives you a loving glance, "We want you especially to enjoy yourself. If at all you aren't comfortable-"
"No no no! I am! It's just, I've never had this much to drink all at once. It feels a little... odd." You lied.
Despite your statement being partially true, you lied about the aftereffects you were feeling. You rubbed the back of your head nervously and tried your hardest to focus on the conversation which Amber dragged Kaeya into afterwards. She whined about him being unable to help her and the Knights of Favonious fend from the Hilichurls during the infiltration of Stormterror's lair.
Once again you felt a pair of eyes on your but you dared not to look.
"Earth to Y/N~"
Once again, Paimon leered by your side and caught you by surprise. You dramatically leapt off your seat when you felt Paimon blow a short breath of air against your neck. As a reaction to your actions, Paimon jumped too, causing her to spill the drink. And, to nobody's surprise, the drink had spilt on you. Paimon wailed as she realised the consequences of her actions and immediately sat aside the now empty glass and rushed to your side.
"Oh no! Y/N Paimon's super duper sorry!"
The group was silenced by the commotion between you two, however Jean was the first to speak up after gasping at what happened.
"Oh Paimon... She shouldn't go about her day settled in drenched clothing. She could catch a cold if she doesn't change out of them." She stood up, pushing herself and partially balancing on her palms resting on the table, "Y/N, come with me. We'll have to find some clothes for you to quickly change into."
"Let me take care of it," Diluc rose from the table and quickly found himself by your side, helping you stand up on your own two feet.
"Nonsense, she and I are both females-"
"I'll arrange for one of the staff to provide her with a spare uniform so she wouldn't have to go all the way back to the hostel for a mere change of clothes."
"But-"
"It's fine, Jean," Venti intervened, "that way, she won't miss out on our party."
"I do believe that's the quickest way."
"Right on!"
"Paimon agrees too!"
And so, you followed Diluc to the main counter and waited patiently as he spoke to the bartender, Charles. They then went through a staff-only door but quickly reappeared with a uniform consisting of a shirt-dress, apron and an optional hair tie. It was neatly folded in the bartender's arms as they offered them to you over the counter. Charles informed you of an empty spare room on the upper floor. You thanked him, both for the drinks so far and the spare clothing, before venturing upstairs.
Diluc swiftly and kindly led you to the mentioned room. "I'll wait outside so that nobody enters," he offered. You thanked him and quickly rushed into the room, hoping that you'd be fast so that you wouldn't keep him waiting.
The room you entered was strangely large. Surprisingly, it was a bedroom. The room itself was rectangular and its perimeter was surrounded by bookshelves and locked cabinets with a large double bed in the centre by the wall. Overall, the room was an absolute mess. There were unorthodox stains decorating both the walls and floorboards - you sincerely hoped that they were stains made by the offered drinks downstairs - and there were open books scattered everywhere. You mentally face palmed yourself, unsure whether Diluc and yourself had given the bartender the wrong impression.
You threw off your stained and tattered clothing onto the bed and replaced them with the provided outfit. It was a very tight fit and very awkward to fit over your head. Once it was past your head, it seemed to be stuck there and you had little to no strength to even try and readjust it or take it back off. You pulled the tight section of the shirt away from your collar bone region and also unsheathed a dagger which was located on your belt to slice a piece of the fabric to grant your body with some form of relief, making sure to mentally note that you could always just pay for the uniform since you amended it to your tastes.
With the tightness no longer an issue, you dropped the dagger to the floor and considered wearing the apron or simply leaving without it. In a way, it would be rude of you to not wear it provided that the bartender deliberately chose to give you the entire uniform to wear.
The door swung open randomly and every part of your body clenched and shivered with fear. You turned your head and your eyes widened at the intruder.
Diluc stared right back at you with widened eyes; he looked concerned, then confused, then finally embarrassed. His hand never left the door while his other hand reached for the heavy sword on his back.
You stood there awkwardly with a piece of fabric in one hand and the apron in the other, both clenched tightly against your chest.
"...Diluc?"
He didn't respond to his name. It felt like he was staring right through you. Only now did you notice his stance and how heavily he was breathing. It looked as if he was ready to launch an attack on something - someone. He released his grip on the door and stood up properly, reclaiming his composure.
"I heard the sound of a weapon drop. I assumed somebody was attempting to attack you."
"..."
Now, it felt as though he was truly staring at you. That said, he quickly averted his gaze and turned the other way before continuing to speak. "Do you... need more time to get dressed?"
"I'm done..."
"What?" He turned back around and abruptly made his way towards you, "You're barely wearing anything! What if strange characters see you and-" Diluc immediately cuts himself of by covering his mouth with his sleeve. He stares at you wide-eyed, embarrassed by the words which came out of his mouth. "No... what I meant to say was that there are people who could take advantage of you in this drunken state."
Finally, you turn to face him properly but you're stopped by his arms wrapping around you - more accurately to say his jacket wrapped around you. Diluc had taken off his jacket and placed it around you securingly. The jacket on its own was rather heavy and longer than the dress-shirt uniform you were wearing and it felt odd to feel the delicate fur texture tickle the skin on the back of your legs.
"If you insist on not putting on anything else then I insist that you at least wear my jacket to keep you safe."
Next, he spun you around and kept his hands firmly positioned on your shoulders as he looked you up and down.
"Much better."
Out of the blue, he pulled you into a hug. You stood there dumbfounded, still a little confused about the situation and still a little concerned about the fact that the door was still wide open.
"Diluc..?!" His grip on you was comfortably snug - you fit perfectly in his arms. Willingly, you returned the embrace despite the strabgely strong smell of alcohol lurking around his presence. The smell made you doubt whether this was Diluc being himself or if it was the alcohol doing the talking for him. It was a surprise itself for him to be drinking alcohol in the first place.
The sudden urge to test and tell which from which had suddenly grown within you. As soon as he released you, your legs carried you hurriedly to the door and slammed it shut, making extra sure to lock it too. Diluc cocked a brow and crossed his arms against his chest. He watched as you slowly made your way back over to him. No words were exchanged, only eye contact was made. You could tell what he was thinking even through that strong expression of his. But he couldn't tell if you were drunk or not.
"...What did I just say about men taking advantage of you."
You lightly press your index finger onto his arm.
"Surely you wouldn't, Diluc-"
Your middle finger takes a 'step' onto his chest.
"...Right~?"
Diluc furrows his brows as he stares at you dead-on while your index finger takes the next step on his chest.
"...Are you drunk, Y/N?"
Next comes your middle finger, lightly stepping in between his collarbones over his waistcoat.
"Maybe... Are you?"
And then your index finger follows.
Diluc sighs, "I can handle it but you can't seem to."
Then your middle finger rests gently against his throat.
"What makes you say that?"
Your index finger rests on his chin but tilts his face to meet with yours as you edge closer and closer toward him.
"Have a look at what you're doing. Don't even try to ask me that."
You furrow your brows. You feel as though you can't get through to him well enough and now you're a little unsure of what to do. Instead of pressing him further, you pout and walk past him to fling yourself onto the bed. It creaks a little and shakes at the contact. The dress-shirt floats for a single moment, no longer obscuring the glorious sight of your ass bouncing in sync with your body landing on the bed. The jacket follows quickly after.
Once again, Diluc sighs, but he strolls over and joins you on the bed. You watch as he skeptically glances around the room for a while before meeting your gaze. For the first time, you catch him appearing to be visibly flustered.
"What is it with you staring at me today? It feels strange to be taken notice of that often." He looks down at your body spread across the bed childishly. You lay with your stomach flat on the comfy yet tattered mattress.
You shrug to his question and rest your head in your arms which are also laying flat on the bed. Your head tilts to continue looking at the gorgeous man beside you.
"Same for you. You were staring at me a lot today, weren't you?"
"Only out of concern, don't get it twisted." He retorts.
Diluc can't help but keep his eyes on you. He fumbles around in his mind staggering for something to say but he frowns at his lack of conversational skills at times like these.
"...Thank you."
"..?"
"Thank you for... keeping Mondstadt safe."
You tilt your head in confusion but accept his gracious words nonetheless.
"That was my first and final request of you. Which means... this may be one of the only moments I have left to spend time alone with you." He releases a soft sigh of disappointment before continuing, "once again, thank you for everything."
"I... want to spend more time with you, Diluc," You quickly add before he could say any more.
"...You are such a minx, do you know that?" He audibly chuckles at your words, "Do you understand what it is you just said? Especially in a situation like this?"
Diluc takes your hand in his. "This feels rather... sinful. You're still technically considered a guest in Mondstadt yet I have this rather odd sense of attachment for you."
"I feel the same way," you admit.
He looks into your eyes and says your name, slowly edging closer to your face. You boldly meet his solid gaze but remain silent to his calls.
"Do you wish to indulge yourself with these sins?"
You nod your head. Unhesitantly.
"...Alright then. Come here," he ushers you to sit beside him. Then he uses his teeth to pull the gloves off his hands and places them on the table beside the bed. He takes your hand in his once again. "Let me thank you in a way which you may enjoy yourself quite a lot." He leans into you until your foreheads touch. "I believe you're supposed to close your eyes at times like these."
You heed his command and obey with the flutter of your eyes before they finally shut. As if on cue, Diluc's fingers sneak their way to the back of your head and push you into a very passionate kiss. His lips were thin, firm, cold and maybe even touch-starved as he hungrily wrestled your lips. You welcomed his roughness willingly as you sought to aggressively challenge his lips with your own.
Admittedly, Diluc hadn't thought about himself ever being as close to another woman as he were with you right now. He had been so focussed on work that he barely had the time to focus on his own desires. He continued to press his lips against yours, doing everything in his power to keep himself connected to you.
Despite still being deeply withheld in such an intimate kiss, you move a few red strands out of his face and behind his ear so that you could gently rest your palm against his cheek. Your playfulness only grew stronger as you sat up to lean into Diluc and push him to lay on the pillows - the kiss remained in tact. It goes without saying that he was taken aback by your actions but he welcomed all and every exciting action that you had to offer.
After the two of you finally retreated from each other, you found yourself a little out of breath from the contact. Your chest rose and fell in sync with Diluc's. He, too, seemed a little out of breath but also quite stoic. You found yourself amazed once again by his half-lidded, ruby eyes. They returned their gaze upon your own eyes, seeking answers to unspoken questions. His expression was so serious that it began to unnerve you.
"You... haven't done this with anybody else at all, have you?" Diluc finally asked.
You replied to him right away, "I haven't. Nobody at all."
"Good."
His entire demeanour relaxed as he seemed to have gotten the question which was heavily weighing him down out of his mind. With that, he pulled you straight back into a deeply suffocating kiss. He took note of you gently tugging at his pure white waistcoat. His lips changed into a subtle smirk before departing from you once more.
"Y/N, how sinful do you intend to be tonight?"
You ignored his question - or rather, you replied by showcasing your actions instead. You slowly crawled on top of him and happily sat on his lap with your legs on either side of him. You pulled harder at the fabric.
"The dagger... Hand it to me," Diluc ordered, notioning the weapon which you had dropped earlier. You nod, reaching down close to the side of the bed to grab hold of the mentioned weapon before handing it over to him.
He snatched it from your hand whilst his free hand grabbed hold of your dress-shirt. His grip was tenacious; his glare was threatening. Diluc lowered the dagger over your clothes, faintly trailing over the thinning fabric to decide where to cut first. At last he stopped, his gaze fell unto you, seeking confirmation to proceed further. You grant this by nod and providing him with a warm, loving smile. He pressed the dagger into the fabric, stopping just before the sharpened tip touched your skin, and sliced further up from just beneath your chest all the way up to the top of the dress-shirt.
Once Diluc was satisfied with his handiwork on your clothing, he set aside the dagger onto the bedside table. Buttons went flying as he ripped open your dress-shirt with his bare hands as if he were opening window curtains on a brand new morning. His eyes lit up as they frantically analysed your body and its features. You weren't completely bare on top of him, however. You were still laced with matching undergarments but this did not matter to him. Diluc was a man who had quite the wealth, riches, but not once did he care for anything regarding sexual desires. The sight of you changed his mind in an instant.
"Stunning, absolutely stunning." He complimented you. And he truly meant it. He dared not to look away from you at this point. At this point you were incredibly excited, nervous too, but your curiosity compelled you to try new things on him. His hands rested at your sides, massaging them and occasionally rubbing up and down.
Your hands returned to his waistcoat, prodding for him to remove his clothes along with yours. He chuckled. "How rude of me." He dragged his body up the bed to properly sit up. You quickly stepped off him and moved to the other side of the bed and watched intimately as he unbuttoned his waistcoat, unbuckled his belts and finally undid his tie. He lay his clothes neatly next to your previously drenched clothes on the floor and returned his attention to you.
He was met with your beaming expression. You had a giddy smile all over your face as you idolised the man in front of you. The way his delicate red hair strands draped over his well-toned muscles. The way his equally red eyes looked at you full of promise. The way his expression softened after realising what it was you just said to him.
"You're... so handsome..." Diluc closed his eyes and gave a weak smile to your compliment. You reached out a hand to feel his skin and he allowed you to roam wherever you wished You shuffled closer to him so you could use both of your hands to explore his body. He slumped himself over the bed. His legs hung on the side and his arched back now faced you. He balanced himself by resting his arms over his knees.
You shuffled even closer to him now, a mere breath away. Your hands found themselves massaging him; starting from his upper back and firmly pressing lightly and harshly into his skin, to slowly trailing further down and repeating the process. Throughout, neither of you spoke. Diluc didn't argue with your actions but he certainly wasn't expecting it. It was a good thing that you did in fact give him a well deserved massage because his body was so incredibly tense and stressed, you couldn't decipher when the last time he was able to relax was.
"Y/N," the sudden mention of your name caused you to stop and retrieve your hands from his body, "this isn't just about me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean to say, I shouldn't be the only one receiving such treatment. Let me do the same for you as well."
He turned his head to face you and your face grew hot to his words. You could see him smirking subtly through his hair.
"Y-You don't have to! I mean, you needed that massage way more than me after all." You waved out your hands in surrender, hoping that he'd take note of how embarrassed you were so that he could go easy on you.
"Don't be a fool," Diluc swung himself back on the bed and reached to grab both of your wrists, "are you trying to back out of something that you started on your own?"
His relentless strength forced you to lay on your back on the bed. He loomed over you and pressed both your wrists together and held them in place above your head in one hand. You whimpered and wriggled around in his grasp, unable to do anything beneath him. Diluc seemed to adore this dominated side of you, something he doubted nobody had seen before since you were known to be such a strong Knight.
"Get ready," Diluc whispered straight into your ear. The fact that he was so close to you meant that he was able to obscure your vision of anything else as his hair blocked most of your sights - therefore, you had no clue where or what his free hand could have been doing. The only thing you could take note of was the noise of a zipper coming undone. Afterwards, you flinched when you felt his hand suddenly touch your inner thigh.
"You have nothing to be afraid of," Diluc reassured you, this time he was looking straight at you as he continued to whisper into your ear. You felt yourself become slowly stripped of your underwear. The garments being dragged tormentingly slow down one side of your leg. "Huh. You're already quite wet down here," He slid a single finger from the bottom of your soaked core the the tip, teasing your clit for a moment and he stroked your womanhood just to get a feel of you. Diluc sucked your juices off his finger, making sure that you watched as he did so before returning to your lower region.
"Now then," Diluc repositioned himself above you, instead of teetering to one side, he now loomed directly above you. Additionally, he dragged your body further down the bed so that you were also well positioned to his liking. "I hope you don't mind the intrusion," He slid the same finger deeply inside you, causing you to moan at the lack of care on his part. But one finger wasn't enough for neither you nor him, and so he inserted another in order to widen your hole. His fingers scissored and twisted inside you, creating nonstop noises of whines of pleasure emitting through your mouth.
The way you groaned when Diluc removed his fingers swiftly from your insides to have a taste of you once more only urged him further. Without a second to spare, he pressed the tip of his fully grown erection to the entrance of your vagina and pushed himself past your folds and straight into your seeping hole.
You let out a hushed but also strangled noise as soon as he made his way inside you. Nevertheless, the stretch burned with pure ecstacy. Diluc had easily managed to spread you apart and fill the entirety of your insides with his cock. His appendage felt a little too thick for your liking with the added feeling of suffocation when he first entered you.
Diluc was panting a little but heavily fought to keep his usual stoic expression but failed miserably. He was incapable of containing how excited and needy he grew. His free hand stroked at the side of your hip as if to try and ease any of your pains as much as possible however this action deeply contradicted his face of lust and desire. Diluc looked down at you with his eyes not in the usual half-lidded manner. His red eyes were hungry for a meal which only you could provide. They stared down at you in anticipation. He yearned to move inside of you but only at your request. His panting grew ecstatic because he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to hold himself back.
When you looked back into Diluc's glare, you felt yourself clamp down again on his cock which only brought him more pleasure and he hadn't even moved yet. Diluc grunted and quickly licked his lips. His grip on your hip tightened for a fraction of a second before quickly releasing his hold on you to stroke your cheek. "May I move inside of you?" You nodded wildly at his request, now unable to look him in the eye despite how careful he was being with you.
At long last, he dragged himself out of you all the way to the tip of his appendage before slamming his hips back into you and against yours. You yelped at the contact - the feeling. The friction created between the two of you was a beautiful vibration. Both of your moans and groans were melodies to each others ears. Each thrust had you aching for another, which Diluc was happy to provide. He would occasionally add the curl and buck of his hips into the mix as well as aggressively thrusting into you. Each successful movement gained a loud and seductive moan from you as his reward.
Diluc would continue to thrust into you, finally gaining a comfortable rhythm before releasing your wrists to replace his other hand on your hip. He tightly gripped at your sides and suddenly his thrusts grew even more fierce - so fierce that you were afraid that either the two of you were being too loud or that the bed would most definitely break.
It began making strange creaking noises beneath you, however these sounds were quickly cancelled out by your own moans growing louder and louder. Your mind was in a frenzy due to the way Diluc was pounding you ever so mercilessly. His breathing was as rapid as his thrusts and his body was extremely hot to touch. His eyes never left you or your body. He wouldn't dare to look away from you for a single moment. He was addicted to you.
Unable to get you out of his mind, your name rolled off Diluc's tongue constantly. He moaned and moaned; his thrusts never letting up and his pace never dying down.
"Y/N..." The sudden waver in his voice caught you off guard, "I need to-"
You reached to hold his cheek as you sought eye contact with him. Diluc patiently awaited your response, timidly biting his lip but not slowing down the speed or intensity of his thrusts.
"Feel free" you granted. Diluc swallowed down a gasp, his eyes widening at your answer. You swore you felt him twitch inside of you too.
He sent a few more violent thrusts into you before pulling his pulsing appendage out of your worn out hole. He stroked himself rapidly with one of his hands before spurting rope after rope of his pearly seed onto your stomach. The first drop to land on you made you wince at how hot the liquid was in comparison to your bodies. After he had finished ejaculating onto you, Diluc released a relieved sigh before collapsing onto the bed by your side.
On the flip side, you weren't entirely satisfied. You reached for the bedside table to gather some tissues in order to clean yourself up but Diluc beat you to it. He asked for you to lie back down and let him clean up after himself.
"Well then, you certainly cannot leave the tavern dressed as such," he commented after disposing of the waste, "maybe we can continue this elsewhere."
You grabbed what used to be your 'clothes' and covered yourself when Diluc stood back up and made way for the exit. "I'll mention to the others that I'll take you back early since you 'weren't feeling too well'. How does that sound?"
"Back to the hostel?" You inquired.
"Iniitially, yes... Unless you want to take off for my place?" He scratched his head anxiously once he saw the smile on your face grow wild.
You nodded frantically at his request as he smirked at the door.