Centimeters [Childe/Tartaglia x reader]

Chapter 16

Word Count: 1647
In Y/n's POV:

"Xiao, I can explain—"

"I'd rather you not; I already told you that I didn't wanna delve into your sex life, and I meant that."

"Xiao..."

"As long as you're happy, then I'm happy... or at the very least, content. I just don't want to see you get hurt. I know how difficult it is to express emotions," sighed out the adeptus as he held my hand. "Just know that whatever happens, I'll always be there for you, (Y/n)."

"Xiao... you're really sweet, you know that?"

"Tsk, tell any of the other band members, and you're toast."

"Mm, there's my "Little, Emo Meow Meow."

My roommate twitched at the sound of hearing that irritating nickname. The backstory behind it was that it originally was just a meme or tiktok one of his band mates saw and then it eventually evolved to what it was today; an inside joke between the members and close friends of 4NEMO.

"Just because I care about you doesn't mean that it excuses you from being able to address me as such. Remember that I have the will to demolish you if I wanted."

"But you won't because I feed you almond tofu," I chuckled out as I lightly slapped his pouting cheek.

"Hmph... go to bed, mortal. We'll discuss more of this matter in the morning."

"Yes, dad, I will..." I groaned out, dragging my tired body to my bed.

"Ah, Ajax...! That feels so good—!"

"Good... good... just like that, girlie. Keep riding me like the good girl you are..."

"But what... what if someone catches us? Xiao could come back home at any given m-moment..."

"Then he can sit and watch me fuck your brains out."

He kept thrusting harder and faster, forcing me to bounce up and down the same way. I could feel him piercing my cervix every so often with each said thrust; the feeling was intoxicating. By this time, we had been at it for about 20 minutes. The couch had never felt any better as I gripped the corner; Ajax groping at my breasts.

"(Y/n)... I'm gonna... I'm... gonna... wake up..."

"Wha- huh?"

"Wake up!"

I kept hearing the blaring sound of my alarm as I shot up from my bed. The time on the clock read 8:29AM. Looking down at my body, I could feel that my underwear was a bit soaked, as well as my nipples were a bit pert. Putting two-and-two together, I had realized that I just had a wet dream about Ajax. Trying to fan away the blush that was spreading across my (s/c) cheeks, I then rushed to the bathroom to get ready for class.

Throughout the day, I tried avoiding Ajax to not be reminded of my wet dream of him; it'd be too embarrassing right now. Although, I couldn't even make it past the first 10 minutes of class since he decided to plop his flatass right next to where I was sitting.

"Uh, (Y/n), could we talk about last night?"

"Huh? Oh, that... Uh... d-do you have to make eye contact with me...?" I sheepishly asked, trying to turn away from the ginger.

"Look, if you're mad at me because I teased you about the whole mask thing—"

"No, no, it's not that... I just... I'm feeling a little bit under the weather today, is all..."