:ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀɴ ᴀᴜ
You were in the living room watching your favorite series in the television. A thumb stuck inside your mouth and with a pack of chips on the other hand. Laying comfortably on the couch. You were waiting for the weekend to do this, but the only difference is to watch with your boyfriend.
He promised you to join you with your binge watching but you're already half a season through before he can even come down.
Childe probably forgot what "One hour." Means.
As you were getting to one of the best scenes in the series. You heard loud yelling from upstairs, followed by strong curses. You scrunched up your brows and wondered who was he talking to.
You stood up from your seat and pressed the pause button on the remote. Fixing your clothes from folds and started marching towards the stairs.
Scratching your head annoyingly and stomping your feet while climbing upstairs, you heard your own loud footsteps. Hoping he hears them too and shuts his mouth for once at least if he isn't going down to watch with you.
Walking in the corridor and turning left towards his room. You tried knocking three times, since you valued his own personal privacy. You knocked again and again. Without his response you slammed your hand on the door loud enough, that it gave a resounding sound.
"What?!" You heard him say.
"Don't 'What?!' me, bitch. What's with all the screaming about? I also told you to come down already after an hour!" You yelled against the door.
"What? Come in, I can't hear you properly!" He replied, matching the screaming tone of your voice.
You turned the knob of his door and pushed it forward. Revealing the ginger head on his blue and black gaming chair. Headphones attached to either both sides of his head. His eyes not even bothering to look back at you and was fixated on his monitor.
He was wearing his usual cozy attire. A normal plain white shirt and black khaki shorts. His fingertips tapping simultaneously on the keyboard.
"Shit! Scaramouche, he was clearly right behind you! You fucking missed him, dumbass." He cursed unto the mic attached to his headphones.
You were only able to hear muffled yells on the other line. He was playing a game with his friend, Scara, a game of war and guns. Where you should defeat the opposing team by getting more kills. But it may vary on the type of set-up you pick.
You folded your arms and cleared your throat. Hoping he'll direct his attention towards you.
But he didn't.
You flicked your fingers on his nape and he almost jumped out of his chair.
"Shi- I-I mean, Y/N since when where you standing there?" He asked massaging the spot where you flicked him and placing his right headphone slightly higher above his ear, so he can hear you.
"I've been calling you for the past few minutes. You don't even remember that you said I can come in? Unbelievable." You touched the bridge of your nose and sighed.
"Oh... Riiight." Is what he simply replied.
He turned his back at you and whispered something to Scaramouche through his mic. Afterwards he unplugged his headphones and resumed tapping on his keyboard.
"Tartaglia, on your right! Right there! Aim dumbass fucking aim!" Scaramouche yelled. Now you can completely hear what they were talking about and it was indeed very loud.
"Shut up, Scara! I can't concentrate. We're going to lose and it's your fault for not being attentive!" Childe barked back.
They kept on arguing and yelling at each other. You got tired of their loudness and annoyingly sat on the bed. You cleared your throat once again and asked, "So when is this going to finish?"
"Oh, uhh..."
"Is your girlfriend there? Sheesh your dead asshole." You heard Scaramouche say and he chuckled afterwards.
"He really is dead. He promised me that he would be binge watching with me but what is he doing now? Didn't even noticed my existence earlier not unless I flicked him." You said as you see Childe pouting bit by bit.
"Damn. Tartaglia, you're dead. Wait, am I too?"
"Almost."
"Babyy, come on now. Last game, I promiseee." He pouted and turned to meet your irritated gaze.
"Pleasee... Here you can sit on my lap while I play, then after that I'm all yours okay?" His bright warm smile was so cute and innocent, you sometimes want to badly punch him and at the same time pinch his cheeks.
With a huff you came near him, welcoming you in his arms. You sat on his lap, hiding the blush forming on your cheeks.
He giggled, wrapped your waist with his arms and reached for his keyboard.
"Don't yell, my eardrums will for sure bleed if you do." You asked of him whilst looking at his screen.
"Mhm, okay." He whispered. "I'll just whisper like this, is this alright now, dear?" He continued, placing his chin on your left shoulder.
"Childe, why the fuck are you so cheesy. Let's play now geez." Scaramouche interuppted.
"Shut up. You're just single. No one would even like a shortie, short-tempered, ugly duckling." Childe snickered and you can't help but laugh too.
Scaramouche clicked his tongue and cursed back at Childe.
The game began. Gun fires, bombs, and in-game dialogue filled the room. Your eyes were wandering off the screen.
"How intricate was the game-details." Is what you thought.
You tried to take a glance over your shoulder and saw a very focused Childe. The tip of his tongue sticking out and fingers tapping simultaneously on the keyboard, whose light is flashing a rainbow hue.
Childe's character got shot in-game. Resulting for him to groan in displeasure and gathered a handful of his hair and yanked it.
"Damn it." He whispered and rested his back on the chair.
"Oh, did you lose?" You chuckled and asked, while looking at his screen, to see a timer.
"No, my character just got shot. So I'll just respawn any second now." he explained, pulling you close to him.
"I thought it's done. Didn't know one game could take this long." You said while folding your arms.
"Come on, it was just going to be a 30 minute game."
Once again, Childe looked like he got a recharge as he straightened his seat and spammed the keyboard again.
You go to look at his hands and wished you were the keyboard.
You almost face-palmed as those thoughts entered your mind, luckily you had the urge to stop yourself. If not Childe would just wonder what have you done.
A bright idea came to you and your smile was from ear to ear.
"What does this key do?" You teasingly asked and pressed on one of the keys in the board.
"H-hey! Don't press that!"
"What about this one?" And you pressed another key.
"Don't!" He exclaimed again, trying to ward off your hands from the keyboard.
You did stop for a second, to rotate yourself. You adjusted yourself to face Childe and tried blocking his view.
"How evil of you." he sighed and still tried to carry on with the game. You laughed at his comment, you were amused by how he is definitely losing the game and getting his attention at last.
But with your squirming, you accidentally hit a sensitive spot. Which resulted to the ginger head to gasp and look at you.
You realized what have you done and got flustered. You tried to look away and attempted to cut this awkwardness that's building up for you.
"I-I didn't mean to..." You tried covering up your actions.
"I guess that's the best distraction you've yet done. Can't wait?" Childe smirked. His other hand grabbing one of your wrists and the other pulling you by the waist.
"My, my smart kitten. Arousing me now?" he said whilst kissing your jawline. "Look how needy you look."
You tried resisting his actions but has failed miserably when he captured your lips.
"Ajax..."
"Hmmn? Isn't this what you wanted?" His hand traveling to your nape, tracing your spine and down to your ass. "My needy kitten."
A soft moan escaped your lips when he squeezed your ass and as he buried his face on your neck, trailing soft kisses on your collarbone.
"Do you guys know, I'm still here? Or nah?" Both of you got startled when Scaramouche asked.
Embarrassment washed all over you and hoped you just never existed. Internally screaming, how come you've forgot that Childe was playing with a friend. How dumb of you.
"Oh! We completely forgot." Childe said while scratching his nape. "Whoopsies. Was it a good ASMR?" Childe teasingly asked and laughed. You smacked Childe by the shoulder and annoyingly looked at him.
Scaramouche sighed, "We lost, you horny dumbass. I was shocked where the fuck did those moans come from. Just warn me, gosh. I should've ended the call." he ranted and with a swift the voice call got ended.
Childe laughed it off and hugged you close.
"Well... Continue?" Childe asked with a wide grin on his face and was about to remove his shirt.
You slammed his forehead and darted out the room.
"How shameless of you." You yelled back at him.
"Come on, it was your fault. I-I'm in the mood now. Babbyyyy!"
"You know I didn't mean it!"
He began chasing for you downstairs and you completely ignored him.
Both of you went on and on with this. After a few more arguments both of you concluded to just keep on watching the series.
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This is way longer than expected. But I hope y'all enjoy reading ittt.
Next would be broke Geo God. I'm warning everyone now that the next would be uhh 🔞 hehe.