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wc: 2k — happy birthday to the best genshin character ever
In all your years of dating Ajax, never once have you managed to outperform him in the art of gifting.
It’s not that you weren't trying enough. It’s just that he seemed to have a stack of gifts prepared for absolutely every occasion and every festivity, his competitive nature easily shining even through the most mundane and simple of tasks.
Not only that, but what could you give to a man with pockets deep enough to buy anything and everything one could ever wish for? You knew his tastes to a T, but nothing was lacking in his fishing or weaponry equipment, even less something that a humble gift of yours could fix.
You thought that for his birthday, surprising him with breakfast in the morning would be your best bet. Who doesn’t like to be reminded it’s their special day and get pampered first thing in the morning?
...Is what you thought, only to find him greeting you with breakfast already done every single year like it was your birthday instead.
Really, what was there for you to do?
No matter how much you planned ahead or how early you attempted to wake up, Ajax would always beat you to it. And today was no different.
You could already feel his gaze on you before your eyes even fluttered open and you regained consciousness, shades of blue greeting you early in the morning while absorbing the mellow light peeking between the blinds, never reflecting it.
Today was different, you ultimately realized as you kept staring at each other. His hair was still tousled from sleep, everything was just and exactly as you left it last night, and the mouthwatering smell of syrnyky was not present to lead you to the kitchen like the sweet siren song that it usually was.
No breakfast in bed this time, it seems.
Despite your morning daze, it was impossible not to notice the grin he was fighting tooth and nail to suppress. “What?” You finally managed to mutter, your voice still weak and embarrassingly scratchy from sleep when you broke the peaceful silence.
“What?” he echoed, amused but far from mocking. “Don't tell me you forgot what day it is.” his long fingers gently brushed your hair aside, aiding in clearing your view as you stretched your arms.
Of course you knew what day it was. The most important day of the year, if it were up to you to decide, but you weren't about to give in so easily.
“Hm… christmas?” You guessed, your hand reaching up to pinch his nose, feeling a warm surge of affection at the way his face scrunched in response. Normally, you would’ve at least attempted to throw a more creative quip, but you could not gather enough mental energy to think of doing anything but mildly annoy him at the moment.
“It’s the middle of the year, sweetheart” he retorted, attempting to lick your hand and earning a disgusted sound from you. “Try again" his hand quickly grabbed your retracting one, firmly holding your wrist and bringing it up to his face once again.
You hummed, your eyes drifting up as if genuinely giving his question some thought.
“There's usually breakfast already done,” he hinted begrudgingly against your palm.
“Your birthday?” You teased languidly.
“My birthday”
A giggle erupted from your lips at his compliance, watching as he immediately mirrored your expression before you finally murmured a warm ‘happy birthday’.
He slowly laced your fingers together before pressing a lingering kiss on the back of your hand “Thank you darling” then another light press of his lips on your wrist.
“I love you” you added absentmindedly, your thumb gently rubbing his hand with your thumb.
“Love you more” he exhaled against your arm, his eyes closing as he savored the feeling of your sweet skin.
“Speaking of breakfast,” you smiled, feeling his lips leave a trail of lazy, feathery kisses down your arm. “Will I have the honor of making it this morning?”
“Not a chance,” he instantly shot down, not even entertaining the idea.
A playful, disappointed pout tugged at your lips at his refusal “Just this once” you insisted, but he seemed too absorbed in his current task to even humor you.
Your free hand reached to brush his untidy hair back when he finally reached your shoulder, feeling the softest strands of orange between your fingers. You blinked once, then once more, before your eyes finally shut, surrendering to the weariness setting deep in your bones and the soothing feeling that was his body on yours.
You shifted barely underneath him to find a more comfortable position, and it was only then that, with an accidental graze of your thigh, you felt the rigid tent forming between his legs.
Your eyes fluttered open once again, and you attempted to ignore the way your lower stomach pleasantly stirred in reaction “You got something else you wish to tell me?” You prompted, feeling his hair tingle the side of your face.
He hummed quizzically, his free hand discreetly slipping underneath the hem of your shirt, sending shivers down your slightly arching back. “That I love you very much?” He mumbled innocently, his voice low and tickly against your neck.
His long hand glided against your smooth skin, stopping at your ribcage for a beat, then grazed the plump underside of your breast with his thumb. Your breath caught “Ajax”
He promptly pulled away just enough to look at you, just enough for you to see every freckle that adorned his face with exceptional detail, and just enough for your hot breaths to mingle. You noticed the way his eyes searched for any hints of reluctance on your face, as if assessing your current mood, and you suddenly felt guilty for worrying him.
You wrapped your arm around his shoulders to pull him down once again, nuzzling his neck in a feeble attempt to hide your face. He only sighed.
“I know you’re tired” he tenderly brushed his lips against your jaw, squeezing your hand once before pulling his own away and reaching down to grip your thighs, pulling you lower and simultaneously parting your legs with one swift movement, effectively flushing your hips together. “I’ll do everything” he encouraged, his breath warm and ticklish against your ear.
His sweet reassurances, however, fell on deaf ears once he finally dragged the thick rod of his dick across your core with a slow roll of his hips. You tensed underneath him and automatically wrapped your legs around him, hoping it would be enough to feel more of him through the bothersome layers of clothing.
It was not enough, you knew. Yet some shallow grinding and just the outline of his dick to work with were enough to make the heat in your lower stomach spread like wildfire, making you cling to him like a lifeline, panting and whimpering for more.
His hands found themselves on your bare waist once again, sliding up and down, touching and feeling all they could reach before riding the edge of your shirt up, exposing your hardening nipples to the chill air of the room.
Your eyes caught the way his back flexed as he leaned down to take one of the sensitive buds between his teeth. A gentle nip made your back arch off the mattress with a breathless gasp while one of your hands instinctively tugged at his hair. His hot, wet tongue flattened against your breast in a familiar manner, and you began to feel lightheaded.
“Fuck” He whispered, his breath quivering just as you felt him twitch in his pants. “Can I do a little more?” he coaxed sweetly, but not sweetly enough to hide the evident desperation in his voice. “Please?” He pressed his pelvis flat against yours in an attempt to find a more pleasurable angle, his fingers already all the way down to tease the waistband of your shorts.
A weak nod from you was all it took for him to tug your pants down, maneuvering to get them fully off you, revealing your soaked panties in the process. Before you could even have the opportunity to acclimate, his hand was already between your thighs, fingers spreading across your abdomen as his thumb made its way down to rub lazy tight circles on your clothed clit.
An obscene choked moan escaped your lips before you could stop it, and white dots began to cloud your vision. The feeling of the firm pad of his thumb rubbing slowly through the flimsy fabric of your underwear made you finally tip over the edge. You wished to tell him how good he was making you feel, how well he knew your body, and how much you loved him, yet all that managed to exit your lips were broken mewls that somewhat resembled his name as your cunt desperately squeezed around nothing.
“I know, baby. I know,” he cooed soothingly, his face buried in the valley between your breasts, panting with hardly controlled desire of his own while he helped you ride down your orgasm.
You could barely hear the muffled rustling of his clothes as he worked to pull his pants down just enough to free his erection with his free hand, your senses failing you as your climax slowly subsided, making everything feel lighter and softer around the edges.
He pulled away with one last kiss and peeled off your damp panties, uncovering the sticky mess that formed underneath.
The feeling of his hard cock rubbing against your sex with shallow thrusts sent tingles up your spine, as if awakening you from the post coital numbness
He carefully positioned himself and, with a slow, controlled roll of his hips, he nudged just the tip into your warm tunnel, as if testing the waters before suddenly bottoming out with ease and a filthy squelch that made both of you gasp.
He remained in the same place, not moving in the slightest despite your cunt starting to clench around his throbbing dick. He didn’t budge even when you attempted to roll your hips back against his, desperate for friction as his hands held your thighs in place with an iron grip.
“Ajax… please,” You implored between whines, your cunt squeezing him like a vice.
“I will,” He huffed, leaning down and pressing your thighs to your stomach, his weak reassurance sounding empty even to his own ears. “Just– gods, giv’me a second”
He lay flushed against you for another moment, waiting for both of your breaths to even out. His lips brushed against your collarbone, peppering lazy kisses all over before grazing his teeth at the juncture between your neck and shoulder.
He finally pulled out of your warm heat, leaving you feeling cold and empty for a second before sliding back in right after, tearing a hoarse moan from your throat.
“You feel so good,” He whispered against your skin, his whole weight pressing you against the mattress as he dragged himself inside and out you with all the willpower he could possibly gather. “...so, so good” He angled his hips and rolled them to hit the spongy spot that made your vision whiten, his blunt tip brushing against it over and over, the sound of your combined breaths filling the room.
Your walls spasmed around him, and you scrambled to grip the sheets, the sounds leaving your lips not exactly words as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten once more.
His forehead dropped on your shoulder, his hips stuttering, unable to hold back his release any longer before coating your insides with his hot cum at last, a low, shuddering hiss escaping his lips as he kept fucking his seed into you with shallow thrusts.
One of his hands released its grip on you and reached up to grab a hand of yours, prying it off the sheets and intertwining your fingers, squeezing as the other slid down to your clit with a thumb that knew exactly where to press to help you come undone.
You followed soon after and came apart underneath him, but it was not loud this time. His name is uttered somewhere between your short breaths before exhaustion finally falls upon you, weighing you down and making you unable to care for the sticky combination of fluids between your legs.
The only thing barely registering in your mind was his hand on yours and the warmth of his breath against your neck as he mumbled “one more?”
Happy Birthday to Childe Tartaglia Ajax who literally has no chill and used his letter to remind us to not forget that he was the first harbinger we met 🥺 and that we should come find him first 🥺 and that we can definitely use his name to get out of trouble 🥺
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are any of the wips coming out any time soon?🥲they have been there forever /nf
Thank you for reminding me to delete some scrapped fics off my masterlist LMAOOO this was probably not the answer you were hoping for, but for Childe I am working on a short birthday fic and a possible continuation of the yandere drabble. Still gathering more inspo for the Ayato x Reader x Childe mini series I mentioned a while back(it's the one titled infrunami), and have some non listed headcanons on standby
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