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When Childe first moved into this neighborhood, the two-story house in front of his home was unoccupied.
It’s been like that the past few years, wasting away with no one to take care of it. He had thought it was a little creepy with the tall unkempt grass going on and everything, but according to his roommate, Scaramouche (who had lived there a few years before him), the previous owners died from a car accident, and it’s been empty ever since.
But now, apparently someone has already moved in there during the two weeks long trip to his hometown.
The first night he got back, he had thought that he was just tired and was hallucinating the shadows. Of course he would think that! Ghosts didn't exist, right? He was just extremely exhausted from the car ride home, having no sleep since he couldn't get some on the plane and that he had to drive three hours alone in the middle of the night. It was just his eyes playing tricks on him, nothing more and nothing less.
The second and third, however, he was convinced that ghosts were totally real, and that the ghosts of the previous owners were haunting him for pissing in their front yard when he was drunk out of his mind from drinking too much firewater because of a breakup. He was scared as shit the following days and refused to even take a glance at the house in the mornings. He even tried to give peace offerings by placing a basket full of fruits on the doorstep! (which miraculously disappeared the day after, much to his terror).
But on one faithful day, Scaramouche finally had half the mind to mention that people had moved into that god forsaken home.
To say that he was relieved and embarrassed would be an understatement. Childe felt like ascending to heaven. Thank the Archons, he didn’t actually offend any wandering souls who would just love to take revenge on him for pissing on their dead grass! But curse them also for not making him realize sooner that those were actual, very real, living, and breathing people.
The weeks passed after that with not much excitement, just the same old boring things he usually did when he was at home. Like eating, playing video games, jacking off to hentai, and stuff. The basics.
Until you went knocking on their doorstep wet from the rain.
Fuck. Every time he’s reminded of that night, he still gets so unbearably hard that he just has to go and rub it out somewhere inconspicuous. You just looked so hot in your sheer white blouse and black pencil skirt. Not to mention the way your very bright pink bra showed through your cute little top. Oh, if only he could just reach out and bury his face in your ginormous tits right now... He might just die from happiness.
As Childe drowns himself in his imaginations, you cross your arms and glare at his out-of-focus eyes, a little disappointed that he wasn’t paying attention again. He often did this when he was with you, suddenly spacing out as you were mid-conversation. It wasn't like you were boring . He told you that before, assured you even, that you weren't the problem. He was just sleep deprived, lacked a little rest and whatnot.
But even though he probably had his reasons, you were getting a little sick of it.
You can't just leave him like this, right? If he needed to rest, then he should just stay at home and catch some well-deserved sleep! You shouldn't be holding him back with your shenanigans and long conversations! How could you even call yourself a good friend if you didn't take care of sweet little Ajax? So with a soft sigh, you snap a finger in front of Childe's face, trying to drag him back to earth.
“Ajax?” You wave a hand in front of your neighbor, leaning in and standing on your tippy toes as a frown forms on your face. Ever since Childe discovered that you worked in the cafe down the street, he made sure to buy coffee there every morning before heading to work. He was so sweet for that actually, but the bags under his eyes was what currently concerned you most. You didn’t take him as someone who spaced out a lot. In fact, you were a little intimidated by him when you first met. He was tall, towering over you by more than a few inches with his dead blue eyes looking down on you like you were some pest. But he turned out to be really nice!
So as you lean closer to your neighbor, oblivious to his thoughts, he’s snatched out of his reverie to see your tits about to spill out from your top. Gods. He might just die at this rate. Do you even know what a danger you were to men like him? Prancing around in low cut tops with your massive tits that would fit heavenly in his hands… Not to mention the tiny shorts you were wearing, Jesus! How can your boyfriend even live an hour without you? If Childe was your boyfriend, he'd be riding you instead of those dumb little bikes that loser rode in the mornings.
“Oh, what? Sorry! I was just–uh… thinking! Yeah, thinking.” Childe scratches the back of his head, flashing you what looks to be an apologetic smile. What a lame excuse. If anything, he was probably the loser here, ogling at someone else's girl while that scumbag got to fuck you every night whenever the hell he wants.
“Are you sure?” you lean closer, “You look kind of... sick.”
He flinches when your hand comes into contact with his forehead as a darker blush coats his cheeks. Fuck. Were you not aware of how your tits were about to fall out of your skimpy ass tank top right now? You were giving him a full view of it even, and if he wasn't just seeing things, Childe was pretty sure he could almost get a peek of your left nip.
“What? No, I’m not!” he backs away from your fingers, wincing when he sees a pout form on your lips. Oh how he would love to give you a kiss right now, but your stupid boyfriend just had to ruin it all.
“I-I have to go now, though!" he bumps his hip on the corner of the table as he was standing up, "I’ll just see you again tomorrow, yeah?” Childe hurriedly snatches his keys and coffee from the countertop and stumbles out the door, refusing to look you in the eye and hear what else you had to say. He was sure you would look like you were about to cry, and if he saw that again he might just bust a nut in front of everyone in the cafe (which was of course, not in his favor), so with an exaggerated slam of his car door, he drives off back to his shared house,
Leaving you puzzled and alone at the counter.
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After running away like a coward from the cafe earlier, Childe went straight home to jerk off his erection. It was embarrassing, true, but it hurt like a bitch! He was wearing skinny jeans made out of leather and everything was just so hot and uncomfortable that he felt like letting the ground swallow him whole and spit him out somewhere on the other side of the world where you weren’t in.
Your body was just too tempting for him, like an apple in the garden of Eden that his demons are telling–begging him to consume, and if he just reached out his hand to finally take you, oh he wonders just how sweet you would taste.
But he can’t.
And it was because of that goddamned pest of a boyfriend of yours that you were just oh so loyal to.
It wasn't like he had never tried to make a move on you before. He had–countless of times already despite knowing you had a dick to come home to. Yeah, yeah, he knows that totally broke every bro code known to man or whatever, but he was humiliatingly desperate . It was an instinct, something primal deep within him that his ancestors probably left or something. He knew that he just had to get a taste of you or he'd die without reaching fulfillment (but maybe he was just a pathetic loser).
Nevertheless, you never really made an effort to respond to his advances. He didn't know if you were oblivious or was just trying to save him from the embarrassment of getting rejected, but other than finally letting him hug you, your relationship certainly didn't improve much compared to when you two first met (which was like, half a year ago). The first time Childe met your boyfriend , however, was three months ago, and he immediately understood why you were with him. He was tall, handsome, had long silky brown hair, and looked like he had the biggest dick in the world (other than the fact that he actually was a huge dick).
Their first meeting wasn't great. He had come to your home to deliver the shit he baked because… why not? And he thought it tasted great! Even his asshole of a roommate, Scaramouche, said it was pretty good, so of course, he wanted to share those delights with you.
That's when he met Zhongli, a Liyue native.
Fuck that arrogant ass. He acts all high and mighty yet he doesn’t even pay a single bill in your home. Jesus, even the money he uses to go drinking with his “friends” were yours . Damn asshole.
If he was your boyfriend, Childe would let you do whatever you want at home and fuck you dumb everyday. You can even laze around and hang out with your girlfriends all day if you wanted to, just as long as he’d come home to your pretty little cunt ready for him to eat. But of course, he wouldn’t say that to you out loud. He would just have to keep it to himself. For now.
But that bastard, Zhongli, was really hot, so he’ll give him that.
When Childe had asked for you, the only thing Zhongli responded with was: "She's busy." with the coldest glare he was ever met with in his entire life. Of course, Childe wasn't just gonna up and go without picking a fight with this extremely rude man, so with the best "you wanna go?" face he could muster, he delicately placed the tupperware of cookies he made for you (not this asshole) on the ground a few steps away from him and grabbed him by the collar of his robe.
Well, at least he tried to grab that dude's collar.
Before Childe could lunge at your shithead boyfriend, you stepped in on the scene, a little frazzled than usual. You quickly took over what was barely a conversation and ushered your boyfriend inside, apologizing for his grumpiness. Zhongli had always been 'a little moodier than most' you said, but he didn't care, because at that moment, his eyes slipped down to your legs. You were also wearing a robe that time (which had definitely distracted him at first), but what actually stood out to him the most was that almost transparent liquid dripping down your legs.
Zhongli was fucking you prior to his visit.
And he had just... ruined it.
“Why am I even thinking about that, the fuck?” Childe slumps further into his bed, shielding his eyes from the led lights of his bedroom with his arm. He wasn't jealous. Totally. 'Cause why would he be, even? It wasn't like you were his girlfriend to begin with. Zhongli could fuck you anywhere and anytime he wants! But still, Childe can't help the vicious feeling clawing at his chest, turning him green with envy.
Your boyfriend was one lucky bastard, and he wishes he could be him.
As Childe thinks over the happenings of today, he slowly starts to feel sleep trying to take over his consciousness. He wasn't really good at thinking. In fact, he never liked delving too deep into what he felt, and doing it too much took a rather great toll on him and his body; so against his better judgment, Childe succumbs to the exhaustion caused by his mental stress.
Completely forgetting about his dick that he left out in the open.