JEALOUS SEX — GENSHIN IMPACT
- feat : diluc, childe, itto, kazuha + xiao.
♱ warnings — f!reader, jealousy, creampies, multiple orgasms, possessive talk, unprotected sex, exhibitionism.
♱ note — help >< this is wat is currently going on in my mind rn ! . and i’m . . spiralling !
・✶ 。゚ DILUC RAGNVINDR
it was almost uncharacteristic of diluc to feel anything but secure in his relationship with you, he trusted you — but he still couldn’t hide the way his jaw would clench when a drunken patron would flirt with you over his bar, the muscles in his forearm flexing with how hard he’s gripping their glass before he’s closing early.
“g-god, is that all you’ve got, sweetheart?” diluc grunts from where he’s got you pressed against one of the tables in angel’s share — you’d thought you could help him, helping him clean up the tables but he’d taken you by surprise, his gaze blown and dark when he bent you over and grazed his clothed, hard cock along your panties. the pace he’s set is almost animalistic, something unfamiliar considering how gentle he normally was but the way he’s fucking into you now is unhinged, all rough thrusts and deep grazes of his cock along the sweet spots that have you pushing back to meet every loud, clapping connection of his hips with yours.
but the dizzy spin you feel with the roll of his cock only intensifies when he hooks his hand under one of your thighs, holding it around his waist and the new angle feels like he reaches even deeper — rewarding the thick spread of diluc’s cock with another needy twitch that has him groaning, especially when it’s followed by a whimper of his name from your lips. “that’s r-right.. give me more.” he groans, low and wild and you think his pace only increases when he presses his still clothed chest against your back, mouthing at the dip of your shoulder until he’s leaving blooming, crimson marks in his wake.
“only i—ugh, get to see you like this.” diluc hisses and it’s with those words that you realise the reason behind his almost possessive claim on your pussy, the way he’s squeezing at your skin — marking you and you fucking you like he’s trying to imprint the shape of his cock into your body along with it. but you feed into it, whimpering and meeting his thrusts with a chorus of i’m yours and you feel him grind out another groan against your skin before his cock throbs, from where it’s pressed deep inside of you. “it’s been a while since a patron has tested me this much, hnnnn—i’ll be sure to m-make it clear that you’re mine next time.” as if the blooming marks he’s left along the column of your throat aren’t proof enough.