pairing ㅤ; ㅤtartaglia clone x sub male reader . part 1
warnings ㅤ; ㅤdub-con , mentions of cheating but they're not really cheating , overstimulation , hair pulling , blindfolds , degradation , praise , use of nicknames , and the real ajax sees you two .
“Childe. What the fuck am I looking at right now.” You didn't expect to come home and see this, of all things. Childe awkwardly laughed, shrugging and scratching his cheek using his index finger, “Well, how'd you think I reacted when I saw him...” He pointed, gesturing towards the clone of him, standing a few steps behind.
The clone innocently waved, giving you a toothy grin while you could only sigh and grumble in annoyance. “I've already dealt with a handful of shit from Kaeya, and now you too?” You ran a hand through your hair before going towards the kitchen with Childe and well, other Childe following after. “Babe, I swear I've tried everything to get rid of him!” He whined like a child.
Funny, Childe is acting like a child.
You plopped the bags on the kitchen aisle and turned around to lean against it while switching gazes between Childe and his clone. It was very easy to differentiate the two. And no, You didn't have some sort of boyfriend radar so big to easily spot which one's which from a twin guessing game.
The clone is what Childe looks like in his delusion form, which means his clothes are a mixture of that of the colors black and purple.
The moment you laid eyes on the clone, your initial thought was; ‘He looks hot in that color palette.’ Tall, dark, and handsome was definitely something that kept you going.
“Have you even thought of who sent or made this?” You questioned, Childe looked at him as if he were braindead, “Do you know another psycho who likes to make puppets for a living?” You made an O shape with your mouth before you laughed. “Oh man, you must've done something to piss off Dottore.”
“That, or he just doesn't like you in general.” You kept laughing, to the point of tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Childe grumbled while crossing his arms over his chest, “Just help me think of another way to get rid of it.” He playfully glared. The clone fake gasped, feigning a hurt expression, “It? You think so lowly of me, Ajax.” He dramatically said before smirking.
You rolled your eyes, “Have you tried killing it?” Childe—no, from now on you will only refer to the original Childe as Ajax, and Childe for the clone. Ajax scoffed, “You think I haven't? We've dueled for hours, and I realized how annoying I am to fight.” He murmured in a venomous tone while glaring at Childe, who stuck his tongue out.
“Just go find how to get rid of him, please? I can't have a clone of yours watching us while we sleep.” You pushed yourself off the kitchen table and gave Ajax a quick peck on the lips before walking away to make dinner. Ajax huffed, glaring at the clone while pulling him by the collar and into the living room, “If I find out you hurt him in any way shape or form, I'll have your head.” Ajax threatened.
Childe raised his hands up in defense, “Hey, I'm your clone. Not a copycat. I feel the same way you feel about him, you think I'd hurt the person we love the most?” He glared back. Ajax stared at him, before rolling his eyes and pushing him away harshly, “Don't say we as if they're yours too, I'm the original Ajax and only I could say those words.” He snarled.
Childe ooh'ed before chuckling, ”I'm so scared...” He teased. Ajax groaned and walked towards the door, “I'll be back in a few, babe. Don't hesitate to kill the bastard if he tries anything!” He yelled as he exited their humble abode. You snickered at his closing statement.
it'd already been a few minutes since Ajax decided to go out, and the only thing Childe has done during those few minutes was stare at you while you made dinner. Though you enjoyed the silence—you could only wish you felt the same about his gawking.
You kneeled and placed the bowl in the cooker before dusting your hands off on the apron you wore, having enough of Childe's staring. “So, are you just gonna stare at me?” You asked, hanging the apron on the wall. Childe laughed, and you heard him making his way towards you.
“How can I not. To think that a person as wonderful as you has become mine...” He suddenly wrapped his arms around your waist and gave you a quick kiss to the neck. You huffed and swatted his face away, “Enough, you're just a clone. Nothing you say or do will make me feel an—” You were cut off when Childe made your head turn to face him using his index finger and placed a deep kiss on your lips.
You, engulfed by shock, only stood there as the gears in your head slowly turned. Childe licked your bottom lip for entrance, and only then did you realize what he had done. You pulled away with a slight flush to his cheeks, “Stop, you're only a clone, n—” you mewled when Childe's hand suddenly clasped your hardening cock.
“Is that how you truly feel about me? A clone?” Childe hummed in amusement, leaning down to press soft kisses on your neck while his hands rubbed you through your pants. You panted against Childe's hold and placed your hand over Childe's bigger one, in a shaming attempt to hinder his actions. “Y-Yes, you're just a stupid clone...” Your voice a mere whisper at this point.
Your futile attempts at stopping Childe only added more friction to your aching cock which caused you to let out a soft cry. The ginger laughed into his ear, “Really? Then, can a clone do this?” Without any warning, his gloved hand went into your pants and pulled your hard cock out, only to pump it at a quick pace.
You threw your head back with a harsh gasp, gripping onto Childe's hand tighter while biting your bottom lip. Childe grinned widely at your reaction, his own cock springing to life at the lewd sight. Fuck did it feel so amazing. Having Childe jerk you off felt so fucking good. Your eyes shut closed and squirmed in Childe's hold, panting heavily as you tried your best not to fuck yourself into the harbingers hand.
“Mm, why are you denying this pleasure, sweetheart?” Childe murmured, using his free hand to turn your head to face him, “No matter how much you try and deny it—I'm still the man you fell in love with, clone or whatnot...” His hot breath tickled your quivering lips, before he captured it into a sloppy kiss.
You moaned into his mouth, your body finally relaxing against his hold and slowly began to accept the clone's lust. Your hand reached up to hold onto Childe's biceps for support and pressed your ass against the other's growing hardon. It was now Childe's turn to moan, a smirk forming on his lips.
“That's my boy...” He whispered into your kiss-swollen lips, Childe's tongue forced it's way inside the other's mouth as he explored it to his hearts content. You squeezed Childe's bicep tighter, a muffled moan escaping your lips as you felt your stomach churn a familiar feeling. Childe pulled away with a string of saliva connecting their lips together, laughing as he gazed down on your cock.
“That's it, cum for me baby...” He whispered, a groan following right after when you pressed your ass harder against Childe's clothed dick. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and finished with a loud moan, body convulsing as you came all over Childe's hand. You panted for air, vision hazy from the pleasure. “You came so much... Makes me wonder if your Ajax knows how to please you well.” Childe blew air into your ear, making you shiver.
Childe chuckled and nuzzled into your neck, “Don't rest yet, I still have to cum you know?” In no time, a blindfold was wrapped around your eyes as you felt yourself get bent over the kitchen aisle. Your breath hitched when you felt a cold rush of wind hit your ass, stating that your pants had already been disregarded into some corner.
“I could get off to the sight of you bent over any day.” He teased, as you heard him unzip his pants. You gulped a lump down your throat, your hands trailing up the cold kitchen aisle and went to grip on the edge, bracing yourself for what's about to come.
Childe hummed, rubbing himself in between your ass cheeks. The other male shivered, whimpering a tad as he felt himself grow hard once more. Childe's eyes admired your figure, up from your toned shoulders, and down to your plump ass, aching and ready to be fucked.
He smirked and licked his lips at the sight, “D'you want it?” Childe asked, rutting the tip of his shaft against your hole. You wanted to say no, or shake your head in general—but fuck you wanted it so badly, so you remained silent. Childe tutted at your response, “Ah ah ah! Don't give me the silent treatment now.” You gasped when your ass was met with a sharp slap.
“I asked you a question, answer it.” Childe demanded with a snarl. You felt so disgusting, to think you actually liked that of all things? You panted heavily, squirming against him when Childe's hold on your hips tightened, holding you in place. “Answer me, pretty boy. Or I'll actually be convinced that you like getting spanked.” Another slap to the ass.
Your back arched, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. Childe leaned forward and pressed his toned chest against your sweaty back, “Naughty boy...” He let out a sultry laugh. You had enough, not wanting your pride to be shattered anymore by this stupid clone of Ajax's. “F-Fuck, just put it in already—!” As if that were the trigger—Childe harshly plunged himself deep inside your ass.
The two of them moaned, but your voice overpowered Childe's, having not expected the sudden intrusion after all. You shook violently on the kitchen aisle, gripping at the edge tighter and felt tears well up in the corners of your eyes at the pain. Childe noticed this and gently painted your shoulders with kisses along with some whispers of sweet nothings into your ear. Quite the contrast to his behavior a few moments prior.
It ranged from, “You're doing so good baby...” to “Feels so good to have you around my cock...” And everything that went out of this mans mouth was enough to send shivers of delight down your spine. You slowly relaxed under him and pushed your hips back, only to moan in pleasure at the feeling.
Childe grinned against your shoulder and pulled out completely, before going back in harshly. You arched your back and screamed when Childe has already hit your prostate dead on. “Mmm, found it...~” He cooed and continued his hard thrusts right off the bat, the tip of his shaft hitting every right spot inside you. Childe stood up straight and placed a hand over your head, pressing your face hard against the table, but not enough to suffocate you of course.
Your mouth fell open as more moans escaped your kiss-swollen lips. The feeling of Childe's member filling you up to the brim was enough to send you over the edge, the sound of your skins slapping together, the sound of Childe's lewd moans—fuck you could get used to this.
Childe thrusts grew faster, his nails digging at the soft flesh of your waist as he pulled at it to meet with his own thrusts. You felt his legs giving out, and your cock twitched beautifully when a thought suddenly entered your head; How would Ajax react to this when he gets home?
Sure it was a clone of his, but it still wasn't him. And Your knows that Ajax could be a little... Possessive at times, and it often led to rough sex that would last hours, but how exactly would he react to this? God the thought excited you, weirdly enough.
You moaned loudly when your hair got pulled back, and now you was no longer bent over the kitchen aisle, instead you were met with Childe's toned chest pressed against your back. “F-Fuck... You like that? Getting your hair pulled like this?” Childe chuckled in his ear, teasingly tugging at his hair again.
You mewled, your hand travelling down to your stomach, feeling the small bulge that appeared everytime Childe thrusted inside of you. This didn't go over Childe's radar though, and he laughed loudly, he placed his hand over your smaller one and pressed at your stomach, causing you to moan when the tip of his cock was forced to hit your prostate again.
“You're such a good boy for me, baby... So fucking good for me...” Childe's hand trailed down lower and clasped around your twitching dick, before pumping it to the speed of his thrusts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth falling open with drool escaping past your lips.
You felt so good. So overstimulated. And so sinful. You felt like this was cheating, after all—this wasn't truly your lover. Childe used his free hand to turn your head to the side and gave you a wet kiss, his tongue swirling inside your mouth while his thrusts grew sloppier upon closing in on his release.
The two of you pulled away from each other, as Childe chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Ajax?” Your eyes snapped open, panic settling in at the mention of your lovers name, alerting you of his presence.
“A-Ajax?” You managed to stutter out, and tried to struggle against Childe's hold but was pushed down the kitchen aisle once more, and was fucked against it while Ajax watched silently.
You cried, toes curling when your built up pleasure finally popped as you released all over the table. Childe gave a few more thrusts and came inside of your ass, filling you up to the brim, so much where your essence dripped down your shaking legs and onto the floor. You panted, body convulsing at the hard finish.
You gulped, and pushed yourself up after a few seconds of rest, “A-Ajax...” You whispered, completely out of breath. Your arms were just about to give out on you when suddenly a hand got a handful of your hair, holding your head in place. “I must say, out of all the possibilities I thought of happening, this definitely wasn't one of them.” Ajax said in a grim voice, and you could feel the piercing glare he sent you.
“I'm very disappointed,” he said in a dark tone, you winced when Childe pulled out of you, and slowly thrusted back inside. “Though, I won't deny it...” Ajax's eyes diverted from your lust-filled expression, to Childe still full of energy, up and ready for round two. “... Watching you get fucked by a replica of me was such a turn on.” He chuckled as he lifted two of his fingers and used it to play with your tongue, you moaned and sucked on his fingers obediently.
“How about you finally let me in on the fun, hmm?” Ajax hummed, following by a mischievous laugh which sent a shiver down your spine.
© SHIRAKOW ㅤ; ㅤim cleaning out my drafts, this was made in like 2023 so dont mind if its incredibly messy. not proofread.