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

Chapter 17

"Tell me what you want Y/N, I won't give it to you unless I hear you say it." He whispered gently against her ear. His warm breath tickling her neck.

The girl was squirming, she didn't want to swallow her pride. Not to him, but she desperately wanted more of his touch.

"Ajax..." She mumbled, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her lips.

The Harbinger smirked, not moving his lips. He needed to hear her say it.

"I want you."

He pulled away, that wasn't quite what he wanted to hear, but it would do for now. Tartaglia took off Y/N's robe, her breasts spilling out. He had to bite back a groan as he felt his cock harden further. Y/N let out a sharp cry as he tugged one of her nipples into his mouth and began to play with it. He slid one of his hands down to her panties, stopping once he got to the hem.

"No.. don't stop.." Y/N whined, gently thrusting her hips up into his hand. Tartaglia released her nipples from his mouth with a pop.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked innocently, tweaking the girls nipple with his other hand.

"Fuck me Ajax. I want you to fuck me."

With that, the Harbinger's eyes darkened and he roughly tugged Y/N's panties down her legs. He glanced down at her pussy and smiled.

"All this for me Girlie?" He teased, basking in the pink hue that covered her cheeks. She was soaked and they both knew it was all for him. Tartaglia slid two fingers between her lips, coating them in her juices before roughly shoving them inside.

Y/N moaned loudly as he immediately began to shove his fingers in and out of her.

"You're soaked Y/N, fuck." Tartaglia groaned, leaning down to take Y/N's nipple into his mouth again.

The girl squirmed, moving her hips to meet his hand every time he pushed in. Soon enough he added a third finger, which made Y/N grasp the bedsheets as she neared her orgasm. Tartaglia could tell by the way her walls were tightening around him, that she was close.

"Cum for me, squirt all over my fingers baby."

Y/N let go, her pussy was throbbing and her skin was glistening with sweat. Her clear liquid covered her robe, the bedsheets and Tartaglia's lap. The girl was too busy lazing in the afterglow of her orgasm to notice that Tartaglia was now completely naked and he was lining his cock up with her entrance.

He looked down at the liquid that was now covering his lap and lost it. Tartaglia roughly grabbed Y/N's hips and slammed all the way in to the hilt.

Y/N let out a silent scream and arched up off the bed. She had never felt pleasure at this level, there wasn't even words to describe how good him buried all the way inside her felt. The Harbinger didn't give her any time to adjust, he started pounding into her right away. The sound of squelching, skin on skin filled the room.

Y/N desperately tried to meet his thrusts, but he held her hips down, making her take what he was giving. The girl could only squirm and moan his name.

His cock felt so good, sliding past her walls on the way out only to smash his tip all the way back in until it kissed her cervix. Each time Y/N thought he couldn't go harder he slammed in even rougher than before. She could already feel her climax coming. Tartaglia leaned down, still pounding into her, and pressed his lips against hers, swallowing her loud moans. He slid his tongue into her mouth, immediately taking control, he pulled away, taking her lip in between his teeth and pulling it roughly before letting go. Then he watched, mesmerized by the string of spit that connected them.

"A-Ajax....I'm gonna..." Y/N cut herself off but letting out a particularly loud moan when the Harbinger slammed into her g-spot. He smirked, now knowing he could end her in seconds.

"That's it baby, cum all over my cock. Good girl, just like that."

He was well aware of her nails scraping down his back, but he was too busy trying not to cum himself as Y/N's walls tightened impossibly harder around him, to care.

Y/N moaned his name, which was music to his ears, and let go. Nothing had ever felt so good.

It took her a moment to realize that Tartaglia was still thrusting. Her body began to jerk at the overstimulation.

"I'm not stopping until I've cum Girlie. Take it, take my cock, good girl."

He grabbed her legs and put her knees over his shoulder. Then he immediately slid back into her. They both let out a groan in unison, the new position let him go far deeper than before.

Tartaglia took full advantage of the new position and began rutting into her harder than before. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and the bed was beginning to thud against the walls, no doubt letting everyone at the hotel know what they were up to.

Y/N felt the Harbinger place his hand around her neck, squeezing just tightly enough for it to be exciting for her, but not quite enough to make her panic.

His cock was throbbing, his balls were hard, he was close. Y/N had tears streaming down her face from the amount of pleasure she was getting.

Tartaglia's lap was soaked with how much slick she was producing and was Y/N nearing her end too. Her walls clenched around him, signalling that she was close.

This sent Tartaglia into a frenzy. He slammed his lips against Y/N's and started thrusting into her with reckless abandon, his fingers found her clit and began tracing circles around the small bud of pleasure. Y/N's hips jerked and Tartaglia swallowed all her moans. She tightened around him again and he knew she was about to cum.

"I can't hold it any longer Ajax."

"You gonna cream on my cock baby? You gonna come again? What a naughty little girl." He groaned, desperately pounding into her a couple more times.

"Where?" He gasped out suddenly.

Y/N immediately knew what he was talking about, despite her drunk in pleasure haze.

"Inside me. Cum inside me Ajax."

That did it for Tartaglia. He pushed into Y/N once more and let his warmth spread inside of her, letting out a low groan. He gently pumped his hips against hers, making sure she took all of his seed.

Then he pulled out and pulled her close. They lay facing each other on the bed, panting. Then Tartaglia leaned in for one final kiss.

He placed it on Y/N's forehead, a rare small smile graced his face as he looked at her now sleeping form.