He Could Be A Sinner…
GajeelxLevy
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"H-have y-you been a-a b-b-bad boy?" Levy stuttered out, holding a whip awkwardly twirling it in her hands.
Her heart was racing and she felt completely ridiculous.
She didn't know how Gajeel managed to convince her to do this.
There she was standing, in front of the iron bed, clad only in a black and yellow teddy which was crotchless might she add, and it covered less than her usual bra and knickers assemble.
And she, Levy McGarden, the most book wormy, unassuming, sweet, quiet, all around innocent, was about to try and be a dominatrix.
But then again she couldn't complain, there was the other…she shuddered.
No, it was best not to think about that now.
But her hands were so clammy and gross and she could feel her face lighting up a fire engine red, which forced her to hunch her shoulders and try and move her copper sulphide hair in front of her face less he saw and preyed on the weakness.
At least he let her keep her hair down.
But as her nervousness reached its peak, she dropped the whip which clattered loudly on the wooden floor.
Wincing, Levy quickly tried to bend down and pick it up but it was skating all over the place making her more anxious than if she hadn't had it at all.
He was loving it.
She could tell the way his chuckle came out after her blunders, however Levy was completely oblivious when she bent down to how her small cleavage in the yellow teddy became more pronounced and how that affected the man, lying with his hands locked above his head.
The yellow frills with black lace covering the brighter parts of the tail ends of the silk covered her breasts lightly, still allowing much more than her usual attire. It had taken him ages to find the perfect one and when he had seen it with that big ass yellow bow in the middle, he knew he just had to buy it.
The knickers that went with it covered much less much to his delight.
Where there were strategic mini yellow bows to give the impression of coverage on the black lace, he could still see all the way to the skin.
He just smirked.
"Yes, yes I have," his spikey canines peeked and stabbed into his lip like he was the dominatrix in the scenario, especially the way he saw the way her bare knees trembled at the sight.
Her heart rate spiked and she felt her blood thundering in her ears both from embarrassment and anticipation.
She didn't like this. Gajeel was always the one in control when it came to the bedroom, she didn't mind when he manoeuvred her body for all the different positions, or when just his tongue alone on her breasts could make her see stars.
But he couldn't see her face and that was the prime reason why she let him have his way with her, so he could never see the god awful smexy faces that she would pull whenever he made her climax.
However, her small body clad in lingerie where she was almost in the middle of the bare room with equally bare feet, well…
She felt certainly at a disadvantage.
"Gajeel," she whined, her hazel eyes imploring at him to let her just have her way. "Can't we just have normal sex like normal people?"
He chuckled, flexing himself into a more comfortable position on the black bedspread.
To think that the move was nonchalant, he would have to have been blind to not see the way her pupils dilated at the sight of his biceps and pectorals moving in a synchronised movement. The way her chest hitched at the sight.
Her hand dropped the whip again but this time didn't bother picking it up, her eyes were focussed solely on him. Her pink lips were parted in awe.
He knew he had a great body and he always used that to his advantage when it came to his shrimp.
Knowing that he had her in his metaphorical claws, he shrugged which tightened his abs and the eight pack he sported, rippled, which sent the shy girl into licking her lips as her small white teeth came to play with her lower lip.
"Fine, whatever you want shrimp," he smirked again, this time it was more like a cat ate the canary grin, "you just have to come over here and release me."
He saw the glazed look in her eye as her feet padded along the wooden floor numbly. But he knew his word play was not lost on her.
Yet still she came.
No pun intended.
The way she circled the iron post that extended all the way to the high ceiling, her hand trailing behind her, cupping the post as she partially hid herself behind the blackened metal, demonstrating her nails which were the pastel orange she had painted them. It was enchanting.
Betraying him, his breathing quickened at the sight of her lust filled eyes that had spread a pleasant blush to her cheeks as she bravely crawled into the dragon's lair, one hand after the other, crumpling the bed sheets.
He raised an eyebrow at her almost animalistic lioness movements but didn't say anything as she moved herself over his body, her chest barely brushing his, her moist breath skating across his skin, her fingers teasingly following afterwards.
Her scent of orange blossoms wafting towards him where he tried to take a subtle breath of her fragrance without seeming obvious yet from the way her eyebrows raised in surprise at his sharp intake, he knew that he hadn't succeeded.
The light from the high windows to his left let in the afternoon sunlight for which he couldn't be more thankful.
She was supple, as seductive as a nymph and this only increased her appeal in the soft orange glow of the impeding dusk.
The shadows it cast softened her pointy chin and emphasised her full, pouty lips and Gajeel found his traitorous body leaning upwards to taste the perfections.
Levy dodged him as her hands supported her upper body on him while she let herself sit on his stomach, her light weight barely making him trouble.
"You know," she whispered softly like she was telling a deep secret she bent further down to press her mouth against his ear, "I might like this."
Hook, line and sinker.
Gajeel smirked and kissed the piece of skin next to his face hotly, allowing his tongue to run lightly up her neck, just about to lay waste to her ear before she pulled away quickly, sitting upright, surprise on her face.
"You're not allowed to do that," she chided lightly, her fingers shockingly pinching his nipples in reprimand.
Arching slightly, he sent his pierced tongue to travel over his lower lip, pinching the muscle between his teeth.
He preferred this version of the dominatrix that Levy was giving, the innocent primary school teacher act was making him harder than when she tried to be the cruel mistress.
Lifting his head, he made his arms bulge as he tensed his arms in his hand cuffs.
"What are you going to do then?" he purred, just daring her to step out of her comfort zone.
Seeing his confident cocky face sent a pretty little scowl of determination to cover her face and tighten her rosy pink mouth.
He loved that little mouth.
Prowling back down his body, Levy felt a thrum of anticipation at the sight of his eager face and the muscles that were just begging to be-
She let her mouth travel over a particularly large tricep, her hands planted right beside his head as she kissed the skin lightly before biting hard, not daring to press for more yet asking for everything.
She felt his midnight locks move near her hands sharply, tickling the skin until she felt the shock of a hot tongue pressing against the inner side of her wrist.
Jerking she looked back down at his blissful face, like a naughty boy that is enjoying his moment of rebellion.
She frowned.
This wouldn't do.
She smiled to herself.
Maybe this whole handcuff thing wouldn't be so bad.
"Levy," he groaned, his hips arching.
Pulling herself up and away, she heard Gajeel's growl and smiled.
Seeing his petulant face was the most adorable thing about him, especially as she pressed closer and gave a kiss to his ear.
"You better get back here, or I swear to God…" he let his threat hang in the air between them, his throat just gurgling a growl out.
"Oh, I'm not leaving," she gave a shy, impish smile that he couldn't tell if it aroused him or sent him further into dread at what she planned on doing.
Raising her leg, he marvelled in her flexibility as she rested it on the metal head board behind him, hooking her knee so it rested along the bar and dangled behind it. While her other smooth, pale leg curled on his chest, letting him gaze on his impulse buy in all its glory.
He actually gulped.
Putting one of her hands behind her to support her uneven position, she brought a hand up to her neck where the teddy was tied in an innocent bow.
Yet another reason why he bought it for her.
She just looked great in bows.
Pulling at the tail end delicately, she loosened the thin halter top with one pull, almost letting her breasts fall out.
Gajeel tried to swallow but found all the moisture in his throat gone.
But when he thought the sight of her rosy nipples but peeking over the edge of the fabric was bad, well, when a teasing finger trailed its way down her throat, over her pulse just to play around…
Gajeel had to refrain from letting himself lose control right then and there.
Groaning, he tugged harshly at his hands again and it was only responded with a hard clank.
He wanted to turn away but he knew that if he did, he would miss the show.
Moving his eyes up he growled when he saw the face of pure elation, her mouth open, her eyes shut smoothly as he saw the way her head tilted back.
He could only wish that it was because of him that she was pulling that face.
He tried pulling again but there was a whisper of a sigh and he remembered that he couldn't miss a thing.
He begged whatever deity out there to not let himself make a mess without her.
But then the worst thing that could possibly happen, happened:
She cried out.
Her sweet, innocent voice begging for him to break free and be the one to kiss her silly.
Well that was the undertones of the cry, he knew she wanted him.
Using his Dragon Slayer strength he finally broke through the poor links and hooked his hands around her knee and pulled her underneath him.
He could have broken free earlier however, he knew he had found one of Levy's secret delights so had refrained from ruining this for her.
But she had tortured him long enough as far as he was concerned.
Levy cried out in surprise, radiating out pleasure from the judders as he grinded into her rump.
Gasping at his escape, she couldn't help but be thankful as he pressed upwards on her stomach forcing her hips to be in the air as he continued to undulate into her.
It was cruel as he was completely bare compared to the thin scrap of sheer lace that was blocking him from connecting their bodies tighter than a fabric seam.
Burying her face into the pillow, her mouth formed a smile as she felt his thick fingers tugging impatiently at the knickers futilely.
"How in the world do these damn things come off?" he growled, literally moments away from tearing the damnable thing off, the only thing holding him back was the amount of money that he spent on it.
Arching back so that they were both kneeling upright, Levy hooked her thumbs into the top of the skimpy bodice and shimmied then down to her hips where Gajeel's hands followed eagerly, his hands spanning her hips as he breathed hotly into her ear.
"I really want you now," he growled into her ear and she felt her heart stutter right then and there in her chest.
Gajeel had almost forgotten how great her skin felt. The mission had been almost two months and that was one month and twenty nine days too long.
"You ready?" he pressed his lips on the area just under her ear, the place he knew that sent her into uncontrollable shivers.
"Don't talk," she growled back, her hips pushing wantonly back, making her feelings known about his teasing. "I did this kinky stuff already so let's do things normally."
"Gi hee," he chuckled, "who am I to refuse?"
"Ugh, you're such a jackass!" she glared at him over her shoulder, the browns just glinting in the fading light.
"What does that say about you?" he arched a pierced eyebrow. "You having sex with this jackass?"
Sighing in frustration, she tried to move her hips back but Gajeel stood solidly.
"Fine," she muttered, her fists moving from the bar as she arched her back unconsciously seducing him with her body as she stretched out the muscles. "Please, Gajeel!"
So used to the lack of movement, the blunette was unprepared for when he moved.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Levy buried her face back in the pillows, so embarrassed at how vocal she was being.
What would everyone think if they could hear her now?
Her fists almost shredded the duvet as she clenched it tightly, before his hands bruised her hips as he brought himself so that they were the closest they have ever been.
Groaning, he fell on top of her, his forearms barely bracing in time to stop himself crushing the small, panting sweaty body beneath him.
Resting his forehead in between her shoulder blades, Gajeel allowed himself a time to smirk, kissing whatever skin he could reach.
"I think I have found that a certain someone likes the kink," he teased, licking a little bit of sweat that dotted over her guild mark on her left shoulder.
"Shuddup," Levy hid her face in the pillow, hoping that it would suffocate her and end the embarrassment.
Because this was official; she was a pervert.
Despite this, she let her mouth come out and kiss at the corner of Gajeel's laughing lips.
She may not like it, but she was the pervert, not him.
She was the one that had sinned.
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Next Chapter: …Or A Gentleman.