Diluc (NSFW)

This man is none other than your husband, which is still hard to believe. He is always so perfect - rich, handsome, strong, serious, smart. And yet, can such a person have any downsides? You don't know how it feels now, but before, there was no hint of downsides in your sparkling eyes when you looked him over from head to toe. You met by chance - you became one of the many visitors to the Angel's share, and somehow you managed to talk to this young gentleman, who was helpfully pouring drinks behind the bar. This bachelor was the dream of hundreds, if not thousands, of women, and it was hard to deny that he was catchy. Almost every day, you began to drop by the tavern after work, and although Diluc was not always on shift, when you managed to talk, you stayed for a long time. You would never have thought that behind the mask of a serious heir to the company's guilt there was a man with a kind heart, and also an opponent of alcohol, which was just funny. You didn't even notice how girls on the street began to look at you with envy and jealousy when you and Diluc became so close that it was difficult for you to call them just acquaintances. He didn't always have time, but he always had it for you: walks around the city, invitations to different corners of Mondstat, treats at his expense and even a personal invitation to his distillery. Of course, it didn't happen overnight, probably six months had passed since your first meeting, but what a year. And then somehow it turned out that you officially became a couple. Was it stupid Oh, and how. News that the main bachelor of the country had found a partner thundered from every corner, many journalists came to you just to find out what it was like to be the favorite of a man like Diluc and a rival of all his fans. It was awkward, especially for Diluc, who wasn't a fan of popularity, but what can you do. In the end, you even laughed at it. In just a few years, you became a couple, and then got married. There were no less various news about the wedding, although you didn't arrange a big celebration, as many insisted. In the end, you did it for yourself, and not for the news. You were happy, and that was the main thing. And yet, everything can't be perfect to the last drop. As the years passed, you began to notice that the attention from the young master seemed to have diminished. It seemed like everything was as before, but still, the cat's heart was scooped up when he was not home for several days. Moreover, when you started living together, he needed some rest from your attention, which further aggravated the situation. O Archons, you wanted to close yourself off, saying that these were your problems, then you wanted to tear him to pieces and demand more. The state from minimum to maximum with a constant mood variable already made it clear that something went wrong. We need to talk, but how? In the end, it got worse. Probably all adults have this situation when they can't find the strength to talk, because in the end, you both broke into a scream. Yes, you shouted at him about everything that had been boiling over, what you wanted to change, and he listened to you, but you didn't want to break down at all. "Just think once about how I feel! Yes, I really miss your attention!" - you screamed then, almost breaking into tears. Terribly, terribly bad from those screams that popped up in your head, and yet it even became somehow easier. All that was left was to find the strength to talk again in calm tones and find a compromise, Diluc would gladly meet you halfway, but how difficult... Thinking about everything, you sat in front of the mirror, combing your hair. The dressing table was filled with everything in a row, which you had a hard time removing in recent days. Finally, you felt better and you can put it all out of sight, so that it does not hang around in front of your eyes. Sorting through the silky strands of washed hair was a separate kind of meditation, even closing your eyes. Diluc's hair was always more voluminous to the touch, but because of that soft like sheep's wool, and yours are so smooth and thin. Finding such small differences between you warmed your heart. You didn't even notice how the door opened with a quiet grunt, heavy male steps followed right towards you, making the wooden floor creak. Your closed eyes immediately opened when his hands suddenly grabbed your breasts, and his lips grabbed your neck. His fingers smoothed the fabric of the clothes around your nipples, squeezing your flesh. Another moment and your neck was covered with several hickeys, which were visible in the reflection of the mirror, and then he completely pressed you to the table, dominating you. "Well, is this what you wanted?~" - he asked in a very gentle voice for his unusual harshness.