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in mondstadt, it was a lively saturday evening. this meant one of two things; the whole town was locked in their homes in fear of stormterror, or there was a party at the angel’s share bar. (stormterror had been defeated by the notorious traveler from another world quite a while ago.)
you sat on the counter of master diluc’s bar sipping at some wine.
“you’re a bit in the way, you know,” diluc piped up.
“just take in the view, master diluc,” you laughed, wiggling your hips against the countertop.
he rolled his eyes, walking away. “feeling good” played quietly in the background of all the people talking. the song made you feel like dancing, but instead you sat on the bar next to the anemo archon, venti-slash-barbatos.
venti flung an arm around you, drinking from a bottle rather than a wine glass, “i love saturdays,” he flashed you a shit eating grin, pulling you in close to him.
“me too,” you hugged back, “i am, in fact, feeling good, mr. bublé.”
he let out a ridiculous giggle, a small snort escaping his lips, “my favorite part of the week is ruining master diluc’s evening,” he took a long glug of wine. you watched as some trickled down his pale face, “his evenings are so easy to ruin.”
“valid,” you laughed back, “he doesn’t have much to be happy about, so surely it would be easy.”
“waitwaitwait,,” he slurred, “i bet you can’t get diluc to dance with you.”
“hell no!” your face burned, “he would never dance with anyone.”
you gave a longing gaze to the redhead in question, eyeing him up and down. he looked calm, even when surrounded by this many people. it was one of his most admirable traits. venti’s voice could be heard indistinctly, but you briefly wondered what it’d be like to dance with him. his big, gloved hands around your waist. pulling you in close and whispering in your ear. you felt a small sensation in your lower stomach, immediately deciding to stop thinking about the enticing master diluc.
“—the way he talks to you, he’d toootally let you dance with him,” venti finished.
“give me your bottle,” you muttered.
the archon handed you his near-empty wine bottle, and you took it, taking the rest of the alcohol down your throat. you slammed it down on the table, hopping down and taking off in diluc’s direction.
you approached the tall man, taking his hand and making him face you, “master diluc,” you demanded.
he spun around to face you quickly. he had a confused expression on his face, removing his hand from yours, “how may i help you?” he asked, saying your name sweetly.
“dance with me.”
you looked at him directly in the eyes with a determined aura surrounding your whole body.
“absolutely not,” he turned to walk away when you grabbed him once more.
“master diluc,” you stared into his eyes, pressing your body against his, “dance with me.”
“looking at me with lust in your eyes won’t convince me,” he crossed his arms.
“then what will, sir?” you stepped closer once again, watching as he unfolded his arms. you took the opportunity to forcefully put each of his hands on one of your hips.
to your surprise, he pulled you closer, “you’re very impatient.”
“just the two of us” began playing, as if on cue, and he began to sway with you. your face burned, and not from the alcohol.
you tutted, spinning around in his arms and moving your hips seductively against his. you heard venti cackling like a maniac from the other side of the room, which only egged you on.
“master diluc,” you smirked, feeling the way he’d been frozen in place, “aren’t you going to dance?”
you could almost feel the emotional facepalm from behind you. he pulled your hips in closer to him, hesitantly moving in sync with you. in short; the pair of you were dry humping to music in front of an entire bar. nobody seemed to mind though, focused on their own dancing or their drinks.
“you’re quite frisky this evening,” he observed, one hand moving to palm your lower stomach, the other remaining on your hip, but threatening to snake under your skirt.
“it’s the bottle of wine i stole from the bard,” you snickered, loving every second of friction against diluc’s body, “gods, master diluc, you’re so hot.”
“thank you,” he breathed into your ear, taking a quick nibble on it. you shivered, hips jerking back at him more desperately than you would’ve liked.
diluc decided to spin you back around, shoving a knee between your thighs and grinding on you properly. he cupped your face, kissing you with a sense of urgency. the motion made the room spin. you felt your lower body twitch in need of diluc’s touch. his bulge rubbed against you deliciously, making you whine softly into his mouth. it couldn’t be heard by the other patrons, but your ‘dance’ had become less of a dance and more of a phallic mating ritual. the only eyes on you as far as you knew were venti’s, but you were so embarrassed to be so lewd in front of the whole tavern.
diluc pulled away, looking at you with more than a glint of desire in his eyes. the song faded out, and he let your hips go. he walked away, leaving you panting and immeasurably horny. your legs shook as you made your way back to the anemo archon.
“you literally just fucked diluc in front of half of mondstadt,,???,??” venti exclaimed, “what the fuck?”
“i..” you got back on the counter, the cold marble making you shiver.
“i can’t believe i just saw that with my own two eyes,” he frowned, “and i’ve seen some fucked up shit.”
“i literally need to have sex with him,” you went to grab your wine glass from before, only to notice it was entirely empty.
“ehe..” he giggled, “you took my bottle, it was only fair.”
“for once, that sounds actually fair, coming from you.”
“master diiiiluuuuc!!” venti sang, “me and your lover need more alcohol!”
you ignored the jab at you, laying down on the counter. the wine starting to hit you. your head dangled over the other side of the marble. suddenly, diluc’s crotch came into view. you scrambled away and nearly fell over.
“if you’d be so kind as to sit up,” diluc held two glasses in his hands.
“master diluc,” you sat up, “could i get something stronger, please?”
he sighed, handing both cups of wine to the bard, who looked more than willing to be taking them off his hands. he grabbed a bottle off the shelf behind the counter, and you swung your legs over so you were facing him.
“diiiluuc,” you called, watching as his head turned towards you, ponytail swaying.
“yes, dear?” he poured the liquid into a glass walking over and handing you the drink.
you almost fucking exploded at the pet name, intentional or not.
you set down your drink, pulling him in by his collar. he then stood between your thighs.
“stay with me,” you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him close. if you weren’t so under the influence, you would definitely have been more embarrassed by your actions, “mmm,, you’re warm,,” you said, muffled by his clothed chest.
“yeah, stay, master diluc,” venti teased, one of his glasses nearly empty already.
you felt strong hands caress your hair momentarily, before forcefully, but gently, pushing you off of him.
“i’m flattered by your interest, but it’s quite busy this evening.”
“but master diluc,” you whined, spreading your legs and moving your panties to the side, using two fingers to spread your soaked pussy open wide for him, “stay,,”
you saw his wary glance down, but he immediately grabbed your wrist, putting it neatly in your lap. he looked around almost frantically, hoping no one had seen you expose yourself.
“you’re drunk,” he closed your legs with his strong hands and walked away.
“what the fuck?” venti cussed, eyes about to pop out of his head, “what was that?!”
you gulped down some of the disgusting drink the bartender had given you.
“i want him,” you mumbled, “if i could get undrunk, i would pay so much money to get undrunk. i want him so bad.”
“i can tell, weirdo,” he facepalmed, “i almost regret betting you. you’re a feral fucking animal.”
“almost?”
“free entertainment.”
you and venti passed the time cracking jokes and teasing diluc, but eventually it was time for the bar to close. you’d definitely had at least one too many drinks, and it showed. you leaned lazily against the archon’s shoulder, tired yet full of energy. your legs swung over the edge of the counter, kicking back and forth.
after all the customers had filed out of the building, only you, venti, and diluc remained.
“well,” the archon yawned, “gotta go, byee!” he snapped his fingered and vanished into nothingness, probably appearing in some other bar in another nation. it was 5 o’clock somewhere, as they say.
with the stability of his shoulder suddenly gone, you flopped onto the counter. you rubbed your head from the impact, groaning and sitting up.
you noticed diluc himself holding two hands out.
“ohh..” you giggled, “noooow you want me… after everyone else leaves, master diluc takes me right on the counter like a man-whore.”
“i’m offering you help to get up,” he clarified, “but if you don’t need me, then..”
you scoffed, standing up and nearly tipping over before he caught you in his arms.
“ohh..” you repeated, in a less saucy tone this time.
“you are ridiculous,” he rolled his eyes, letting you stand on your own.
“you are insanely handsome,” you blurted, snickering at the spontaneity.
“thank you,” he offered a soft smile, warming your heart, “now, do you need assistance getting home?”
“does it count if i don’t know where i live?” you asked, the genuine tone in your voice making diluc chuckle.
“yes, dear,” he shook his head, “it does.”
he ended up deciding on taking you back to the dawn winery. you would be much safer there than out on the streets trying to direct him to your home.
“wow, it must be my lucky day.”
“hmm?” his tone raised inquisitively.
“master diluc, the sexiest man alive, it taking me back to his mansion,” you explained, clinging onto his arm so nearly your entire body relied on it.
“i suppose it is your lucky day,” he agreed.
“diluc,” you moaned. he turned his head to look at you in response. all you did was take his warm hand you clung onto, stuffing it up your skirt and leaving it hovering over your pussy. it was pulsing and it was absolutely soaked, the close contact and thought of going to the dawn winery not helping. you frowned at the lack of contact, “touch me.,,!”
diluc removed his hand from you, wrapping it around your waist instead, “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he joked.
you were unbelievably sexually frustrated while you noticed the winery come into your view from beyond some forest. you heard distant sounds of hilichurls and lots of cicadas whining from the trees.
“diluc,” you grabbed his other arm, yanking it so he’d stop walking, “i don’t think you understand how badly i want you right now. like, i would drop to my knees and blow you right here if you let me. please, touch me.”
“dear,” he tucked some hair behind your ear, “you’re drunk. look at you, you can barely walk. how about you settle down and ask sometime when you’re sober?”
you groaned, banging your head against his shoulder, “but i want you noooww,,”
“i know, let’s just get back to the winery.”
he unlocked the door quickly, saying a brief ‘hello’ to his maids before taking you upstairs.
“oh my gooooooods,,” you squealed, “i get to share a bed with master diluc?! this is the best day of my life!”
he led you into his room, letting you sit on his bed while he removed his jacket, “i’m going to get changed, i’ll be back. stay right here, please.”
“yes, master diluc.”
you grinned widely after he left, sprawling out on his bed. you realized how uncomfortable your clothes were for sleeping.
surely he wouldn’t mind if you just borrowed a couple things, right?
you shed all your clothes, leaving a trail of them behind you as you made your way to his dresser. you grabbed the first pair of boxers you could find, and a tank top you assumed he used as undergarments. you slid both of the items onto your body. you took note of the wonderful smell of diluc on them. you also noticed that they were very loose, and if you ended up in the wrong position, you would definitely be exposing yourself to the man you were about to sleep with. not that you cared.
diluc returned in a pair of boxers that left him with very little privacy, and your mouth watered.
“i see you made quite a mess,” he glanced around the room, then at you, “and you’ve helped yourself to some pajamas.”
“are you mad at me, master diluc?” you gave him pleading eyes, tilting your head to the side as he approached.
he shook his head, “i could never.”
you smiled, watching as he turned off the lamp on the bedside table and crawled next to you onto the bed. he pulled the covers over the two of you and laid flat on his back. loosening and removing his ponytail, he tossed the hair-tie onto the aforementioned table, shutting his eyes. you scooted closer, trying to snuggle up to him. you felt one of your tits slip out of his large shirt, but continued on anyways, rubbing yourself against his side.
“what are you doing?” he asked, a playful tone in his voice.
“‘wanna cuddle you,” you hummed, continuing to rub yourself against him. he took very quick notice of the breast splayed onto his arm.
you let your eyes fall shut, slowly being enraptured by sleep. it wasn’t hard, as the strongest, hottest man in monsdstadt was right next to you, protecting you from any harm.
what couldn’t have been more than a few hours later, you woke up. there was very slight sunlight shining through the windows. you couldn’t escape the man beside you, even in your dreams. fantasies of him touching you and feeling you and fucking you filled your mind for hours. your situation in your—well, his—underwear was still apparent.
you glanced over at him, the blankets were mostly off of him, exposing his chest to you. you hungrily crawled on top of him, shedding the boxers from yourself. taking a quick seat on his thigh, you whimpered, feeling the hot flesh right on your core. you removed the tank top, the cool air like heaven to your starved body.
“diiluc,,,” you breathed, rubbing your sensitive clit against him. this elicited a whine from your lips, making him flinch and open his eyes quickly.
“you..!” he was fully awake as soon as his eyes had opened. he nervously ran his eyes up and down your naked body.
“mmh,, diluc,,” you shamelessly continued grinding against his thigh, finally getting the pleasure you’d yearned for all night.
his hands found their way to your hips, holding you in place, “what do you think you’re doing?” he asked sternly. for a second, you were concerned he didn’t want this, and your whole damn life flashed before your eyes.
“mmaster diluc,, i,, i need you,,,” you pleaded, rolling your hips desperately for some friction.
“you didn’t even think to wake me up first?” he pressed on, “you were going to let me miss this?”
your pussy twitched with interest before he sat up, kissing you. he pushed you down onto the bed, rendering you unable to be in control. he slid two fingers inside you with ease, making you cry out at the sudden stimulation.
“hhah..! diluc!” your legs shook, clenching around his arm, “fuck!”
“stay still, princess, you’re going to get what you need now, okay?”
you nodded, watching him move down between your legs and take slow licks at your clit. his fingers pumping inside you mixed with the oral stimulation was insane, you needed more. you gripped his sheets, rolling your hips up into his mouth. his hair looked so fucking hot at that moment, splayed around the two of you like a red waterfall.
he used his free hand to play with your tits, switching between which nipple to tease. your hips stuttered, overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure. and the fact that it was diluc.. that just made you lose it.
“diluc, i need you, i need your cock, please..!” you felt him curl his fingers inside you. his skill with sexual intimacy was unimaginable.
“i’m going to need you to come around my fingers this time, princess,” he quickly dove back in to your weeping cunt, lapping at it like he’d die without it.
this man was absolutely ruining you, rough slaps of skin on skin and your slutty voice filled the room, surely waking the maids. you didn’t care, all you wanted was to feel yourself come from diluc’s expert hands. you knew it would happen soon, the familiar buzz in your lower stomach had you tightening your legs around the bartender’s neck, threatening to strangle him.
“diluc, diluc,,” you whined, humping his face like a fucking dog in heat, “i’m so fucking close, fucking archons, diluc..!” you keened.
“come for me, can you do that for me, princess?” he pulled off your clit to look into your eyes, tears nearly falling from them from the overwhelming gratification for this man’s fingers and skilled tongue.
with one look at his face, lips red and covered with your juices, you came, “fuck! diluc,, fuck i need you so bad, holy fuck,,!” you cried, pulling his face back onto your clit with your hands. you rode the last of your high as he overstimulated you with his tongue. you squeezed your legs around him, never wanting him to stop.
“hhmph,,” he moaned into your pussy. “lmmgegrgehbff..”
he grabbed your legs, pinning them down to the bed, “couldn’t breathe down there, dear.”
your face burned, rubbing your soaked legs together, “sorry! i’m really sorry!!”
he moved up to your face, kissing you gently, “don’t apologize.”
“you—you didn’t come,” you said.
“there’s always next time,” he smiled, kissing your face and neck.
next time..
you weakly pushed him off you laying down on the correct side of the bed, “do you want to shower?” you asked quietly.
“i’m sure you need to,” he took your hand, “let’s go.”