Fuckass... || ChiScara

21.

Author<3: Uhh, warning, this is the, "long awaited," smut chapter, skip or ignore if you aren't interested in that shit. This is also one I'd consider fairly long. And no randomly drawn picture this time because art block.

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I let myself into the room, it was dark, lit up only by a lamp in Childe's room, the light spilled dimly out from underneath the door. I used it to guide myself there, pushing the door open quietly and seeing Childe there, under his usual pile of blankets. At the sound of me entering, he looked up from his phone.

"Didn't take you very long to get here this time, Scara." - Childe

I could hear the tease dripping from his voice, admittedly, I had kind of hurried over. The longer I took, the more desperate I felt to be in his arms. I needed to just feel his warmth, to have my small body be enveloped by his huge one, to smell the ocean wafting off of him.

"Shut the fuck up, I wasn't far." - Scaramouche

I mean, that isn't a lie, I really wasn't far away when Childe had said he wanted me in his bed. But that doesn't normally stop me from taking forever and he knows it. We both do.

"Right, right, well hurry up and get in here." - Childe

The blankets shifted then one side lifted up, his arms open and welcoming me in. So I walked further into the room, closing and locking the door behind me, mostly so I don't panic and try to leave. Now that we'd kissed, getting in bed with him is nerve wracking. My mind won't stop wandering into the gutters as I imagined his teeth biting along my collarbone and his hand going places it shouldn't. My face lit up as I tried to dodge the thoughts, they're just fucking weird and awkward.

Heaving out a sigh, I slipped into his bed, immediately turning myself into a position where I'd be the little spoon. 

"I'm in your bed now. Happy?" - Scaramouche

"Very much so, doll." - Childe

His hands snaked from the back of my thighs to the front, the touch sending shivers up my spine as I felt myself get pulled back, my ass pressing against Childe's crotch before he moved his hands up to my lower ribs, pulling my back against his lower chest/stomach. Fuck, I'm so tiny against him. And his hands got so close to my crotch, why does that feel so weird. Thoughts circled my head as his arms wrapped around my waist, his head resting atop mine, my mind won't shut up about strange things. 

I've never felt this weird before. And this odd sensation in the pit of my stomach has never happened. Why the fuck is that happening? Sure, Childe and I have talked about fucking before, but that was always brought up by him in a way of teasing. I know what it means, but everything I've said has been just hollow words and annoyance. I don't really know much about how it works and I've never felt anything about any of it. But here I am, feeling tingles all over at every small touch. In fact, my shorts feel oddly... tight. It's uncomfortable. I can't have just suddenly grown out of my clothes?? I don't grow. I groaned slightly in discomfort, wiggling a little against Childe to try to adjust my pants. Maybe it'll get better.

"You alright there, Scara?" - Childe

"Fuck no, my shorts got tight and I don't know why." - Scaramouche

I heard him snort at me, clearly amused by my confusion.

"How about I... relieve that pressure then?" - Childe

Before I could even respond, his rough hands slipped down and under the waistband of my shorts and into my underwear, causing me to make a surprised noise.