Falling Doesn't Feel So Bad (Tartaglia x Reader)

Chapter 16

Y/N woke up feeling like her head was going to split in half.

The girl groaned and squinted, soft rays of morning sunshine making their way through her half drawn blinds. She jumped at the sound of someone knocking on her door. 'Achons, I just woke up, fuck off.' She grumbled to herself, standing up. Y/N had to take a minute because the whole world was spinning, she was hungover,

Really badly hungover.

Another knock at the door.

"Coming!" She yelled, irritated. She knew it wasn't the poor person on the other side of the doors fault she had a raging headache, but it was easier to take her anger out on the innocent citizen than blame herself for drinking far too much.

Y/N roughly opened the door, "What do you wa-"

She immediately turned around and closed the door, events of last night began rushing back.

"Mmm I don't think so Girlie." Tartaglia's teasing voice got closer, he had managed to shove his foot in the doorway before it shut.

The girl merely ignored him, knowing he wouldn't listen to her if she simply told him to get out, so she was just going to remain silent, and go back to bed. And that's exactly what she did, Y/N closed her eyes and pulled the covers over her head. The Harbinger frowned in annoyance, contemplating his next move. Y/N likely didn't remember most of last night so teasing her would do no good.

A devilish grin appeared on the mans face as he recalled a very specific memory from their childhood.

She was ticklish.

Tartaglia walked over to the door and shut it, letting Y/N think he had walked out. He saw her physically relax when she heard the door shut, and for a brief moment his heart throbbed, did she really dislike him that much?

He sighed, inaudibly, then crept over to Y/N's still form before pouncing.

The poor girl screamed, it only took a mere second until her screaming turned into laughter.

"Ajax, let me go!" She laughed, desperately trying to get him off her. It was no use, the Harbinger was much stronger. He didn't stop the onslaught of tickling until Y/N's face was red and tears were escaping her eyes.

It took her a minute to pull herself together, the giggling stopped and the room went silent.

He was on top of her, straddling her waist so she couldn't move.

It should have felt wrong for Y/N.

But it didn't.

She looked up at him wide eyed, both of their hearts beating a thousand times per second.

Tartaglia looked down at her lips, they were perfect, plump and rosy, slightly parted and so kissable.

Y/N was blushing furiously, she saw him looking hungrily at her lips.

She was angry though, why did she feel like this? And it was him out of all people.

"Y/N please..." He whispered desperately. His eyes were searching her E/C ones, he saw the torn expression in them.

"Stop feeling guilty about how you feel. Do what you want, what do you feel Y/N?"

For a moment Y/N stayed still, her breath becoming heavier. She already knew the answer to his question, but she was struggling with letting go of the fact that he had done what he had done and nothing would change that.

'Fuck it.'

"Kiss me Ajax, please." She whispered, he didn't waste a second.

Immediately the Harbinger slammed his lips onto hers. Nothing had ever felt so right, their lips moved together, perfectly molding into the other. There was nothing soft or innocent about it. He slid his tongue into Y/N mouth, dominating before she even had a chance, he pulled away for a brief moment, biting down on her lip as he let go.

Y/N let out a soft whine, making Tartaglia smirk.

"Miss me already Girlie?" He teased, leaning into her neck, sucking on the skin, trying to find that sweet spot.

In the process he got to mark her neck with purple bruises, the Harbinger got some sick satisfaction from marking Y/N. Maybe it was the fact that he was just a possessive bastard or maybe it was because he wanted her to remember what had happened here for days.

"Ajax..." She moaned, arching up into Tartaglia, making his hips twitch when she rolled her own against his cock.

The man chuckled darkly, loving that she was making those sounds for him and him only.

Deciding to be bold he jerked his hips towards her warmth. Y/N let out a sharp whine of pleasure, looking up at Ajax through hooded eyes as he pulled himself from her neck. He glanced down quickly at his work and smirked, dozens of red, angry bruises littered Y/N's neck, marking her as his. He rolled his member into her again, which resulted in Y/N moaning his name.

"You like that Y/N?"

Ajax leaned down again to kiss her. Y/N was squirming beneath him at this point, desperate for more of his touch, but she wouldn't ever say that to his face.

Too bad she was going to have to if she wanted anymore pleasure.