Imagine birthdays being quite an uneventful for you. Sure you love celebrating birthdays when it comes to your dearest friends but it was just that your own birthday was never your thing and probably would never be. It was just the same old day and the more that you get older, the less exciting it has become. It makes you wonder when did you started getting unexcited about it, just treating it like any other day.
Imagine today just happened to be that day, the day that you were born, one you did not ask to- but sure, happy birthday self, you thought as you close the door behind you. Taking a quick shower after work and changing into your comfortable clothes, a piece of tower hanging on your shoulder as you grab a couple cans of beer in the refrigerator before going inside your room.
Imagine, birthdays were troublesome. Specially when you have no plans to joyfully celebrate it but as you walk on the balcony of your room, stepping out only to be greeted by a cold breeze as you step out causing you to rub your arm with your free hand as a small smile creeps into your face. You then gently place the can of beers into the small coffee table on the balcony before sitting down on the chair beside it before looking beyond the horizon. "This is nice."
Imagine looking at the sunset as it disappears from the horizon. Its colors reflecting all over the city and its skyscraper as you stare at it in awe. You have not seen such scene once in a while. Making you wonder when was theblast time you have seen such thing. Makes you wonder when did you ever stop to look at the sky to see such wonderful scene. It happeneds every day yet it feels like you rately have seen it. Growing up means losing time, the more you focus on something else the more you seemed to have forgotten the little things. Maybe it was not so bad to take a break once in a while. Just like today.
Imagine finishing your beers as time by, the sun have already set in the horizon as the sky darkens and the stars start to appear as well as the moon, giving light into the city night. It was almost time for you to get up and take a break when you heard someone humming, taking on your way from the inside as you slightly panicked. Until you heard a familiar voice coming from the inside.
"Happy birthday to you..." your jaw almost dropped as you could not help but to look at him with wide eyes. He was not supposed to be in here. "Happy birthday to you..." Yet there he was cake in hand, candles lit up waiting for you to blow it with a wish- if the breeze would not beat you into doing so. "Happy birthday dear (First name)..." He then looks at you with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Happy birthday to you." He finishes, kneeling in front of you with cake in hand within your reach.
Imagine the way you blink, look down in the cake with a melting candle before you blink again, then you make a wish, blow the candle before poking and scooping a little bit on your finger and tasting it. This time he was the one looking at you with wide eyes. "You're not surprised?" He asked, slightly offended that his plan did not seem to surprised you at all but you do. You did not expect him to barge into your apartment and make such last minute appearance. And then you chuckle which eventually turn into full blown laughter.
"I am." You giggle, brushing off some tears on your eyes before cupping his cheeks. "Thank you very much love." You said affectionately which almost made him drop the cake he was holding nevertheless was about to put it into the coffee table before anything else. "I mean it, really." In the eyes of others it may not be that obvious, but the way his eyes brighten upon hearing your word. Maybe spending your birthday with someone would not be so bad as you thought it would be or maybe because it was him that you would not mind celebrating yor birthday for once in a while.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°
: happy birthday to my broke-ass self yay! Thank God it's my way off. Anyways, adios.
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nsfw sub!kaeya + afab!reader, date night, body worship, pretty kaeya
it's my birthday so i wrote this purely for myself
it's one of those nights.
you're dressed up; hair perfect, pretty black dress, red lip and glittery eyes. the room is warm, from the gentle fire and the dark mahogany colours and the dull orange lights. one of your hands is occupied—a crystallised wine glass filled with red placed in your left—whilst your other traces circles into the sofa chair you're sitting in.
and kaeya.
kaeya sits by your feet, clad in a chaise mauve silk shirt and soft black dress pants that trail against the floor. he's sitting so pretty, eyes dark but adoring as he looks at you. his hands splay across your thighs, your knees, your legs, trailing teasing fingers that make you shiver.
he's perfect. your perfect boy that obeys you even when you don't need to ask him.
"you're so beautiful." kaeya whispers, barely a mumble as he presses a kiss against your knee. you smile, hand carding through your hair to push it out of your face. kaeya is so zoned out—he runs his hands across your legs, up to your thighs and your waist, leaving soft kisses where he can. "so beautiful."
"thank you, my darling." you muse, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at how kaeya looks at you, treats you like his goddess.
kaeya holds your leg—the point of your heel digs into his upper thigh but he doesn't seem to mind, sending you one quick teasing glance before he leans forward and kisses up to your calf. your fingers twitch around the wine glass, itching to grab his pretty silky hair and drag him into place. but you're patient, savoring the moment of intimacy as kaeya basically worships your body from his place on his knees.
he's so pretty; his hair trailing gently down his back, slightly loose from its ponytail. his eyes are practically gleaming with adoration, watching you intently as they glaze over in his daze and some of his hair falls pretty to frame his face. he looks so soft under the dull lights, dark but gentle shadows casting across his features and your heart picks up a little because he's yours.
kaeya's lips leave hot trails across the skin of your knee before he reaches your thighs. he hesitates (you can see from the way he freezes, fingers drumming lightly against the outside of your thigh) and looks up at you as if gaging your reaction. when you do nothing but raise an eyebrow, wine glass tilting to the side along with your head, kaeya takes it as the get go to gently spread open your legs.
with a slight grin, you crumble. your fingers find kaeya's blue hair, curling into it when the man presses his lips into your inner thighs. your dress has ridden up, kaeya teasingly pushing the edges up with his fingers and a small sigh leaves your lips as kaeya's hands find home against your knees, keeping your legs parted and he nudges his face closer into you.
you watch him, dark eyed, over the top of your wine glass, nails gently brushing against his scalp. kaeya hums gently and you can feel the vibrations against your thigh, can feel his quick pants through his nose against your core and you melt into your seat a little.
"kae…" you purr, brushing strands of blue from his pretty icy eyes as he looks up at you when you address him. you stare at how he parts his lips slightly, eyes sparkling with need and the want to please you. your fingers curl, lightly pulling his head back and he gasps quietly. you lean forward in your seat a little, voice low, "don't tease."
the ghost of a smirk paints kaeya's face, all too visible under the dull flickering lights. you settle back against the chair, completely letting go of kaeya's hair and kaeya takes it as a silent nod to go ahead.
he wastes no time—he's eager. he pulls your underwear down, the material catching on your heel but kaeya is too dazed to notice, his hands instantly going to hook under your knees to pull you forward.
you gasp, shocked, but it simmers into a soft moan at the first drag of kaeya's tongue against you. your head tips back against the back of the chair, hand holding the glass falling slightly to the side and your fingers clench around it.
kaeya is gentle, slow, but you can tell he's desperate as he grips the swell of your thighs. his eyes are fluttered closed, needily running his tongue against your cunt with quiet hums.
you sigh, pleased, because it's exactly where he's supposed to be.
he opens his eyes to look up at you at the noise, gleaming and so good. he pulls away, kissing over your clit faintly before you can almost feel him grin against you.
you break out into a choked moan, having to put your drink to the side before you drop it and your hands instantly go to grab kaeya's hair when he laps at you, sucking your clit, shoving his face into your cunt with so much need.
"that's—god. that's good." your head falls back and eyes close, voice high and breathless, "that's good, baby."
kaeya keens at the praise, heart jumping at the sight of you laid back and so beautiful, breaking under his touch. he lets you wrap your fingers into his hair, lets you guide his head and keep him there all for your own pleasure because he's made to serve you.
"kae-" kaeya whimpers at the harsh tug of his hair, opting to drag his tongue against your folds, cutting you off of any of your previous thoughts. "christ, kaeya. you're so good."
your dress has ridden past your hips now, and kaeya's hands tease up to your waist before you manoeuvre yourself. one foot on the floor and your other lays over the side of the sofa arm. the position is lewd; legs spread, your hand keeping kaeya's head in place as he pleases you and the man just lets you.
"my good boy." you drawl, brushing your fingers over kaeya's cheek and he moans, pretty boy glancing up at you to watch your body react to him, chest flaring with how he drives you crazy with just his tongue.
you let out a long breath, relaxing back slightly with lidded eyes because you know you're in for a soft, slow night.
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