gets angry if you act like a brat (grabs your face / neck so that you'll shut up and stop moving)

if you're outside, he'd squeeze your hand a little tighter and you should know that you're gonna GET IT when you get home

doesn't want to hurt you tho but would do it if you keep provoking him better don't cry if he absolutely destroys you

makes you ride his thigh, you're not allowed to touch him and he's not gonna touch / help you at all

uses his phone / reads when you're getting yourself off, wants you to apologize and beg for it

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"5 minutes, you won't get to cum for a week if you don't do it right now."

you whimper as his warm hands leave your waist, reaching for the book on the table beside the two of you.

this is your fault. you teased him in public and wouldn't stop even after he warned you. you deserved this.

placing your hands on his shoulders, you began to slide against his thigh, moaning softly as your clit brushed against the rough material of his pants.

the action went on for a few minutes, time was running out and you were nowhere near your high.

"diluc."

tears pricked your eyes as you looked at him, getting frustrated about not being able to cum.

"what ?"

"help me, please ..."

diluc looked up from his book and towards your face, cocking one eyebrow at you before turning away again.

"you have 30 seconds left."

you whined as you continued rubbing yourself against him, doing your best to crack him so that he would just fuck you.

almost immediately, his hands found their way to your hips again, lifting you off his thighs.

"times up, you know the rules."

diluc stood up, patted his thighs slightly and left, leaving you there, robbed of your high.