baby soft skin
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"Now what?" Natsu asks. His thick arms are crossed over his chest, the cloth of her favorite blue and white top stretching over the planes of his pecs to the alluring tapering of his waist. Clipped to a clump of bubblegum-colored hair is the ribbon that used to adorn her side ponytail, the fabric of it perfectly matching the short skirt that tried to ride up his ass .
Lucy Heartfilia is a writer. As such, she feeds her perversions as means of enticing her soul. And the most recent of those perversions happened to be Natsu in her clothes and her in his. There was nothing quite as deviant as the idea of his scent and his essence catching on her outfit so the next time she wore it she'd only think of how she touched what he had, lived in what he had.
"Touch yourself." Lucy responds, breathless and blushing.
Seeing her so makes a feral grin spread on Natsu's lips. He obeys, rubbing his palm against the hardness that raised the front of her skirt. When he brushes the skirt aside, he reveals his erection straining against the dainty yellow lace of the thong he's stolen from her drawers. "Hidden treasure." He tells her cockily, his hand trailing lazily over his cock. Lucy bites her lip when she sees the swollen head struggle against the floral pattern of the lace.
"God, Natsu," Lucy whines from her perch on the bed.
Natsu approaches, casting a shadow in the afternoon light as he looms over her. "You look good in that vest, Luce." His voice is low as he regards her in his clothes. She's not the only one who finds the act of switching outfits sexy. His eyes trail over the enchanting swell of her breasts that the open front fails to hide or the way her hand smooths over her belly uncertainly as if she isn't sure if she wants to rub it over her clit or her breasts.
"Are you making fun of me?" Her lips poke out in a pout even as her face turns ruddier in shade. Self-consciously, she shifts, pressing her thighs together as if to hide the growing dampness there, as if Natsu couldn't smell the maddening scent of her arousal.
"Of course not. This is pretty fucking naughty and I like it." He joins her on the bed, ever the predator like he was raised to be, his body moving atop hers and his hand still stoking himself. His other arm presses down on the mattress beside her head, trapping her. "I want you to come and I want you to do it while you're still wearing my clothes because I wanna go nuts with your smell surrounding me while I'm trying to fall asleep."
Below him, Lucy sputters. How did she get the notion that just because this was her idea, she'd have the upper hand? "W-what? Natsu, you─" Her breath hitches on her throat when her eyes flicker down to where he's jerking himself off, fast now, her thong still entangled with his dick. "How do I even do that?"
When Natsu grins again, it makes her wetter. "Let me help you." He says before he squirms down and presses his lips against her clothed crotch.
note: this was from my 100Kinks series found on my tumblr and on ao3 under liamneeson