Diluc was a lightweight. His brother, the bard, and especially you knew since you were his significant other. Slowly, the day drinkers of the bar soon left in a flood to make space for the nightly guests that ran into the tavern almost immediately, all the women and men crowding the first and second floor immediately as the day drinkers left. Ordering the redheads famous Dandelion Wine almost immediately, the bar almost immediately stunk with the fresh smell of wine coating everyone's lips.
Diluc scoffed as he rubbed the inside of a cup, cleaning it as his high ponytail swayed with each movement he seemed to make. Fiery red eyes moving to observe the person who entered, the bell above the door ringing only to find a very, very exhausted traveler, which just so happened to be you. His lips turned to a weak smile, quirking his brow as you sat down in the stool across from him with your head resting on your folded arms. "Rough travel? I told you not to go to Liyue, you didn't listen." He hummed in a matter-of-fact tone, quirking a brow as the bard came from the upper floor.
"Diiiluuuc," the bard sang softly in the tavern owners ear as he hummed in acknowledgement of the archon behind him. "I think your precious angel is very tired! Poor thing.." Venti's pale and small hand went to pet your hair drunkenly as you raised your head to glare at the small, clearly intoxicated bard. "Don't give me that look. Very mean of you!" He huffed, retracting his hand as Diluc only watched. "If they're so tired, they can get home themselves. Isn't that right, angel?" Diluc questioned as you nodded, smiling at him as he poured himself a cup of grape juice quickly and took a small swig. The taste left a dry feeling in his mouth as he swallowed, humming gently as he slowly set it on the table in front of you. You looked at the drink, quirking a brow and smiling.
A blue-haired menace soon appeared to rub your shoulders, instinctively kicking your foot back and hitting the persons knee. A familiar groan reached your ears, soon turning to see the culprit. "Kaeya! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" You questioned, swiveling back in your chair to place your hand on Kaeya's shoulder as he held his knee. With Diluc's attention turned to the shelving behind him, the devilish bard slowly poured a good fill of his sweet, poisoning Dandelion Wine into the cup full of previously innocent grape juice. With a wave of his hand, Kaeya slowly stood and bent his knee, smiling softly at you as his hand moved to cup your cheek. "Of course I'm okay, darling. Wouldn't be very knightly of me to be hurt over just a simple knee kick, hmm?" He purred lowly, winking at you as him and Venti grinned at each other. Winking at you once more, Kaeya turned away swiftly with the bard and left for the upper floor.
"What a prick." Diluc barked under his breath, scoffing as he grabbed the grape-wine mixture and took a sip, his nose crinkling at the flavor. "Ew.." He murmured, sighing as he shrugged. "It doesn't usually taste like this. How odd. I suppose I'll have to check the grape juice next time, see if it's actually grape juice.." He sighed, taking in another big gulp and shaking his head at the flavor. You tilted your head, confused. "It just tastes weird." He sighed, going back to cleaning cups as more orders piled in which he gracefully served.
A few swigs of the grape wine mixture had him feeling heated, tugging at his collar and tying his ponytail higher. Kaeya and Venti came down a few more times, always finding ways to distract you while Diluc stayed occupied with his cups and cleaning, finding ways to even out the grape and wine mixture quickly and efficiently. Always finding ways to make sure Diluc was tugging at his collar and becoming a panting mess.
He heaved, taking off the vest that hugged his torso so divinely, and a few more hours later the one and only Charles stepped in. Diluc smiled thankfully at him and grabbed your arm, forcing your arm around his waist as his own draped around your shoulders, walking hastily out of the tavern and instead behind it where no one resided. "Diluc?" You questioned, the pyro man staring at you with those red eyes now, oddly enough, full of a fiery passion that matched his Pyro vision.
"I don't know what the fuck they put in that grape juice, but it wasn't anything I wanted in there. Normally, I would notice, but those bastards balanced the flavor extremely well. It.. almost surprises me." He grunted, his lips moving to quickly bite and nip at your jaw and neck, his knee quickly moving to softly plant themselves between your thighs. A gasp came from you, cheeks building a small, soft tinted red colour and his own being a shade deeper than his eyes.
Hastily, his hands moved to unbutton the dirtied black button-up you wore, so desirably tempted to rip it open so all the buttons flew off. "You were in on it, weren't you?" He growled in your ear, kissing each hickey he left on your lovely neck and slowly trailing down. Squatting in front of you, he moved to unbutton your pants. You bucked into the feeling, his smirk never leaving as you shook your sweet head no. "No, wasn't in on anythin', 'Luc! Promise!" Your voice whispered, trying to stay discreet as possible. It only spurred him further, your lovely little silky smooth voice music to his ears.
"Flirting with Kaeya and letting him dare touch and wink at you, letting him flirt with you, flirting back," he spoke roughly, pulling down your zipper feverishly, "touching his shoulders, then that stupid drunk-bastard bard," stood once again, unbuttoning the white button up he also wore and undoing his jeans which constricted his oh-so desired wants, "letting him put his filthy hands on you. How much you wanna bet he's dreamed of having what he can't? Wanna know what he can't have?" He hummed rhetorically, your hands scrambling to graze his chest as goosebumps formed on the softness of pale of his skin. "You. Because you're fucking mine. Do you understand? Mine."
"Yeah, yeah, I understand, darlin'," you purred lowly, his hands moving to gently cusp your throat as he squeezed at the sides. Archons, he applied just the right amount of pressure to have you seeing the stars above shine brightly above you. He pressed himself against you, his voice smelling of that poisoned grape juice as you only whimpered. "Yeah, you better understand. I can't let them have my doll, my perfect darling." He started to slur, his lips coming to once more make contact with the junction between your shoulder and neck. You whimpered softly, "Luc, please."
He laughed, moving to shimmy your pants down to the ground with a soft thud. He hummed in satisfaction, seeing that you were already riled up. Jealously only flared within him more, "were you already this needy for me? Or was it for Kaeya? Even worse, that drunken bard? Tell me." He demanded, his voice rough as those fiery orbs of his seemed to glow in the dark. You shook your head. "No, no! Only for you, Diluc! Wouldn't even imagine them layin' a finger on me!" You pleaded, and that seemed to satisfy him for the time being.
He pulled down the rest of the clothing separating you two from being truly close, letting out a soft laugh as his erection pressed against you. Your bodies were both hot, a thin layer of sweat already covering both of your bodies. You couldn't tell if it was because of the humidity or the desire for each other, but either way it had you dizzy. Your heartbeat was pounding excitedly, and the rush of adrenaline circulating through your veins was sickening.
He pushed himself between your thighs. "Come on, then. If you're so certain you only want me, then beg for it." His voice was stern, and you could tell tonight was no night to be a brat for him. You gnawed on your bottom lip, before finally parting your soft lips to speak. "Please, Diluc, only need you to fuck me, nobody else makes me feel as good-" Abruptly, you were cut off by him twisting your body around so your face was against the wall, and your rear was towards him. His calloused palm came down to roughly hit the flesh of your ass, only to softly rub it after. You yelped in reply, a noise he couldn't get enough of.
Laughing, mercilessly he plunged himself into you. You groaned in reply, shaking your head as your knees dared to buckle in if it weren't for his arm securely wrapping around your stomach to keep you upright. He pulled you up and against his chest, his hand covering your mouth in means to shut you up. His thrusts were desperate and needy, holding you close as he contemplated about something, seemingly. His hand moved from your mouth down to your neck, letting out a devilish giggle as he buried himself inside of your warmth.
"Go on. Let them hear you. Let the entirety of Mondstadt know that you're mine."
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