Codename: Tsaritsa | A Sequel to "Codename: Childe"

13

! Light Smut !

(Will put a ⛔️ emoji at the start and end.)

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It was around 1am when you heard the door of Ajax's bedroom creak open, and felt his body sink into the mattress next to you.

You crack open your eyes to find that he had sat on the bed, unmoving, his white shirt dropping off one shoulder, exposing his upper bare back.

His red earring dangled from his ear, the jewel glinting in the moonlight filtering in from the window.

You've seen Ajax shirtless before, but something about the white shirt and the earring sparked a desire in you.

"Y/N, you're still awake...?" 

You gave a quiet "mm" in response.

"Good... if you're not too tired, I wanted to talk. It's been a while since we had. About our next plans, and current affairs."

He craned his neck around, his side profile outstanding thanks to his jawline.

He looked over his shoulder at you and his mouth had a smile playing on it.

"I missed you, Y/N. I missed this."

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He got on all fours on the bed and crawled to you, losing the white shirt, still in his black trousers and open belt.

"Sorry for my messy appearance..." he said.

You sat up, allowing him to take your chin in his hand and kiss your lips.

His torso had a gash wound on it, starting from his collarbone and ending just beside his belly button.

"Things got a bit out of hand downstairs... and I-"

You kiss him again, running your hands down his firm, muscular body, his skin smooth under your fingertips.

They land on his waist, as he grabs your hips and pull you closer in response.

He sits up on his knees, towering over you.

"I'm gonna be honest..." he whispers.

"Yeah...?"

"I'm only looking at you right now."

You slap him across the face gently and smile.

"You little-"

He pinned you down onto the bed, both wrists locked together with one strong hand above your head.

He loved your face of shock as he kissed you, firstly on your forehead, trailing down to your cheek, your lips, your chin...

Your neck, on the whale insignia, a little faint now thanks to the flow of time.

You winced a little at the feeling of his soft lips on the same spot he always kissed you.

It was like revisiting an old friend, warm, homely, nostalgic.

"You like that, don't you?" he laughed.

"You haven't changed one bit..."

He pulled down the collar of your shirt.

"It's like rediscovering an old treasure..."

After getting fed up by how much the shirt covered of your body, he lifted it up and over your head without warning.

"Oops, my hands slipped..." he said, not very sorrowfully at all.

Your eyes rolled.

"Of course they did..."

You both laughed, as he bent down again and kissed further down your body.