A/N: Okay, so my Foiled Again fic seems to have stalled pretty heavily. I had some great ideas, but I got some writer's block. This will be a definitely NSFW PWP-style set of stories to, shall we say, shake a few trees? NaLu, always!
I think this is implied, being that this site is FanFiction, but I'll put this disclaimer up anyway. Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail and every character in it. I'm just using these wonderful characters to write the fictions that are of fan.
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Song used for this fic: Dissolved Girl by Massive Attack
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It had been a long job Lucy was returning from in the late hours of the evening. So much had gone wrong. First the job requester was not on time to the meeting. Then, the details of said job were so backwards and conflicting that Lucy earned a headache just by trying to sort through it all. When she finally did complete her task, the train back from Crocus had nbeen delayed. Twice.
She approached her home, looking longingly at the bedroom window which, to both her relief and disappointment, had been firmly shut. I guess Natsu and Happy had better things to do. She dragged herself through the door, securing it closed and locked, and unceremoniously dropped her bag on the floor. SHe eyed the bag for a moment, then let out a small sound of disgust, ignoring it and making quick steps to her bathroom, where her beloved bath tub waited patiently for her. She opened up the hot and cold water, adjusting until it was just hot enough to be uncomfortable. SHe'd adjust.
The loud squealing of the water handles masked the click of the handle of the door. Lucy kept the hinges well oiled, so when the figure slinked into the cracked doorway, it hardly registered with the exhausted Celestial Mage. The light in her bathroom was dimmed. She didn't feel like dealing with the light while she tried to soak her tension away.
WHile the tub filled, Lucy undressed. She peeled off the shirt and shorts she wore for that day, tossing them aside into a far corner. That corner held an occupant, who caught the garments, then dropped them on the floor, hoping she didn't notice the brief interruption. Nope. Predatory eyes fixed on Lucy, who had leaned down to kick off the rest of her clothes before she jumped quickly into her standup shower to rinse.
After all, nobody likes a sweaty bath.
It was no more than a few minutes, but to the figure in the corner, it felt like ages. FIngers twitched, the scent on her discarded clothes assaulting his senses. He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing, willing the shower door to open.
Of course it did, and Lucy stepped out onto the bath mat, wringing her hair out of excess water. She'd shampooed, but not conditioned. Suppose there wasn't time for that, with the bath already running, steam filling the room in a comforting haze.
The protesting squeal of the bath handles signaled the tub was full enough. Lucy sucked air through her teeth as she stepped inside, the stinging of the hot water soon giving way to a deep relaxation. She sighed audibly, feeling the tension begin to melt from her shoulders. She'd been stressed out. This was definitely what she needed, what she deserved, for dealing with that clusterfuck of a job on her own.
Patiently the figure waited in the corner, letting the hot water do its job and lull the girl into a dozing state. A razor grin splashed his features as he started stalking his way towards his target. He crept stealthily to the edge of the tub where her head lay, holding his breath a moment to admire the sight from this angle. She had not put bubbles or oils into this bath. His olfactory senses thanked her for that.
He knew better than to just start touching her. She was battle tested, and incredibly pissed off today. He didn't want to ruin the mood. He shifted a few feet back, poised to dodge or catch projectiles. He let the rumble grow in his chest, slightly parting his teeth to morph it into a low growl. With Lucy beginning to stir, he moved closer, gently testing the situation, his fingers ghosting, then lightly scratching her scalp.
"Mmm, Natsu," she sleepily called, almost a question.
Natsu's wicked grin didn't falter. He leaned in to speak in a low tone next to her ear. "Hey weirdo," he chuckled as she started, sending slight waves through the bath water. "Shh, shh, no." He taunted her a little bit, moving his hands to her shoulders. "None of that, or I'll stop."
Lucy froze, in a mild panic. "Why are you in my apartment? Why are you in my bathroom?" Her questions protested, but her tone was husky. He began to rub her sore shoulders, and she moaned appreciatively despite herself.
He hummed, a low sound. "You looked like you needed help," he said, his nonchalant answer somehow dripping with promise. While she leaned into his massage, he pressed harder. The moan she gave caused his blood to surge. He moved her hair to one side, careful not to dip it into the tub water. He leaned close again, inhaling slowly to take in her scent. "Mmm. You smell so much better without those bath oils."
Her mind fuzzy, Lucy seemed to remember the fact that she was still in the bath, and that she was naked, and being handled by Natsu. Her eyes widened a little, her heart beginning to hammer against her ribs. She couldn't bring herself to stop him. She didn't want to. Instincts conquered her reason, and she leaned her head back, turning her face to look at Natsu, her head laying acainst the edge of the tub.
Natsu moved his hands so she could do so without crushing his digits. His smile was venomous, but he stroked her hair gently. He saw his grin reflected in Lucy's gaze, hers not as pronounced as his. It encouraged him. He ran his tongue against the edge of his teeth, eyeing the lips of his partner, which were pulled into her own wicked smile. His expression darkened, and his grin was replaced with something more primal.
Although his instincts screamed at him to just take her, to crush her lips against his, to paw at her gorgeous body, he maintained some control. Natsu leaned in close, dipping his head so that their lips were barely touching. His hands slid into the water, over Lucy's shoulders and biceps. He wanted her, but if she didn't want him, he wanted to give her every opportunity, without ruining the moment.
Sloshing water gave him his answer. Lucy reached up behind Natsu and touched the nape of his neck experimentally. Her eyes searched his, wide with curiosity, meeting Natsu's half-lidded gaze. His breath hitched, catching a ragged breath. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight up as gooseflesh spread over him. He growled deeply and closed the distance. Lucy yelped, tensed up, then relaxed, her lips fitting to his in what was arguably a possessive, fiery, passionate kiss. Electricity shot through Lucy, from her gut to her limbs, prompting her to whimper under his ministrations.
Natsu was careful. He kept his hands on her arms and her sides, gripping her waist line. Her whimper had caused his pulse to race, and he groaned his approval. He nipped playfully at her lower lip. Her protesting squeak made him smirk into the kiss, his tongue swiping out against her lips.
The sensation shot straight to Lucy's groin, and again the tub began to slosh, her thighs coming together as she wantonly squirmed. Clearly, this wasn't the first time Lucy had imagined Natsu's tongue. It drove him mad that he couldn't pick up the nuances of her scent under the water. He broke the kiss, both gently puffing for breath.
After a few seconds, Lucy looked up at him through long lashes, her cheeks tinged pink and her breathless voice driving him. "Water's warm," she said somewhat lamely. Confused, Natsu tilted his head. Lucy giggled that special giggle she had just for him, and moved over in the tub, patting the spot next to her. "Join me, idiot."
Natsu's devilish grin returned, and he nodded, standing to remove his own garments. Sure, he could have shied away. He could have turned around, or demanded that she stay facing forwards.
But where was the fun in that?
He didn't blink as he shrugged his vest off, refusing to break her gaze. Seeing her eyeing him from over her shoulder made him painfully aware of his rock-hard cock. She would have to look away to see his body, and he dared her silently, tossing his vest into the corner with her dirty clothes. He saw her glance at his abs, a blink and he would have missed it. But she couldn't stop herself from unabashedly staring at what lay below the V line in his hips.
"Is that," she trailed off shyly, looking up in time to see Natsu smirking smugly. She cleared her throat. "Is that because of me?"
Natsu didn't answer directly, instead holding her gaze, hooking his thumbs under the waist line of his pants and boxers. He bounced his hands a little, and if Lucy didn't know any better, Natsu had done that on purpose. He pulled slowly, revealing more of his hips. She was unashamed, watching with rapt attention. She didn't bother staring at his eyes. This man was a fucking tease, and she refused to miss a glance.
As though deliberately taunting her, Natsu turned his back to her, looking over his shoulder while he tugged the material down over his admittedly stunning, battle-hardened ass. Her eyes took him in hungrily. SHe normally snuck a peek when he was shirtless, but today was definitely different. Today, he was showing off.
And she was happy to be audience to his show.
The low lighting in the bathroom made it difficult to make out certain details for Lucy, and as he bared his ass for her, she tried, maybe a little too hard, to peek past his butt and see more.
She was met with failure, as he chuckled darkly, turning once again to face her, his pants now obviously stretched and bunched over his rod. He saw her worrying her lower lip, then saw her sweep her tongue over it. "Want a taste?" He waggled his eyebrows, teasing her.
The look she gave him sent searing flames through his veins. She turned over in the tub so she could stand on her knees to face him, water spilling over the side of the tub. It was her turn to hold his gaze. She had him pinned as she leaned forward, careful not to fall, her mouth opening and resting over his still-covered cock.
Natsu's hips jerked slightly, and he swore, his eyes narrowing at the sight of his partner with her mouth open, over his dick. She looked up at him from her position, smiling through her gaped mouth, closing it just slightly to squeeze him through his pants, her tongue pressing him to the roof of her mouth.
His hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, his eyes widened as he took everything he was seeing in and filing it away with his most treasured memories. "Fucking hell, Luce," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave from his taunting from before.
She grinned and released him, languidly sliding back into the bath tub. "If you want to stay out there and not come in here..." She shrugged and waited, forcing a neutral, patient expression on her face.
He saw through her bullshit. He gave her a determined expression, the cocky smile gone. He dropped his pants to the floor, not bothering to kick them away. His scarf, he placed more carefully on the sink. He would make her wait just a little bit longer. While he turnd to place the scarf down, he felt her eyes raking over his form. His smirk returned. He bet that she thought she was being sly.
He stayed in control, slowly and authoritatively stepping into the bath tub like he owned it. His stare bore holes through Lucy. His dragon hearing picked up the faintest shiver from his partner. He offered his hand to her, and she looked up hesitantly. Her hand caught his, and he gently pulled her to her feet, and into a proper, passionate kiss, pressing his body to hers, feeling her generous breasts against his abdomen. His arms curled around her waist, one resting at the small of her back, the other up between her shoulder blades.
Lucy felt jolt after jolt course through her blood, letting Natsu lead the kiss. She mewled against his mouth, leaned against him and parted her lips. She already wanted him so badly, and he had barely touched her.
So when his fingers trailed down her spine and over her sides, the shudder she experienced felt thunderous to both of them. Natsu became very aware of her scent now that she was standing. He pulled away gently, his eyes piercing, clearly holding himself back from something Lucy couldn't identify, and was both afraid and thrilled to learn what it was.
She gave him a determined look this time, and nodded resolutely.
Natsu paused, then smirked again. He leaned into her again, his eyes watching hers. One hand stayed on her back. The other ghosted fingers down her side, down her outer thigh, then slowly, painfully slowly, dragging the tips of his fingers up the inside of her thighs. Lucy held his stare, though her expression changed from determined to anticipatory. He saw the mix of worry and excitement, of impatience and caution, of someone who knew they wanted this, but was unsure of something.
She bit her lip and whimpered, biting back an outcry when his digits grazed her labia. The caution disappeared from her eyes, and Natsu leaned his head down to bury his face in her neck. He wanted to smell and hear her as he touched. The flat of his palm pressed against her mound, and his fingers drew gentle circles against her pussy lips. The new scent crashed through his olfactory, and he hissed at the sensations, gently rubbing his palm and fingets against her. "Goddamn it, Lucy," he breathed, his hot breath brushing past her ear, causing her to mewl again. His cock jumped, pressed against Lucy's belly. "I want to taste you," he emphasized, dipping the tip of his finger into her entrance, pressing gently to underscore his words.
"Ngh," Lucy tried to stifle another outcry, parting her legs a little. She couldn't find her voice, her tongue too thick to form words in this particular moment. She gripped his forearms, a shaky breath escaping her lips, the slight flexing of his right arm in time with the explosive sensations she got just from his fingertip turning her on impossibly high. Her eyes screwed shut, brow knitted together at this new sensation she felt building inside of her. She's touched herself before, but never has anyone else touched her like this.
Natsu smirked pridefully, but only for a second. He nipped at her earlobe. "Please, Lucy," he feigned begging, but his tone was more of a lazy demand. "You smell so good. I have to taste you." He pressed his finger in up to the second knuckle, eliciting a gasp from Lucy, who saw stars from that one finger, wriggling inside of her. "Oh, my Mavis, Luce," he emphazied with his own shaky breaths. "So reactive. So pliant. So willing." He bit at the underside of her jaw before he leaned away from her again, holding her close as he withdrew his fingers from her. He gave her a lewd smile, bringing his fingers to his lips.
He didn't anticipate the effect that would have on him. One teasing flick of his tongue, the molten gaze Lucy directed at him, and that was what it took to break him.
He dropped to his knees, slowly, trailing hot kisses down her torso and belly, stopping by each breast to give an appreciative squeeze and nip. Lucy released Natsu's forearm and steadied herself with his shoulders. He guided her back to the edge of the tub where she could sit, and slung one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to the insides of her thighs. Lucy spurred him on, gripping the edge of the tub and resting a hand in his hair, her keens growing more insistent.
He paused to look up at her, and saw her eyes begging him not to stop. He smirked lopsidedly at her, and drew the flat of his tongue from her opening to her clit, moving slowly, savoring every flavor, every reaction, every flex of her thighs threatening to squeeze him.
It was divine.
He focused his attention to the task at hand, pointing the tip of his tongue and pulling it through her folds, grazing a little deeper than the first time. She was very wet, and not just from the water. He smirked against her sex, nibbling gently at one of her labium. "Is that for me?" He asked, repeating her question back to her.
She did open her mouth to answer, but what tumbled out was a cacophony of moans and gasps. He had taken her clit between his teeth and experimentally sucked on it.
Stars exploded in her vision, her head thrown back, unable to stop herself from her wanton screams. She was clenching around him, her scent drowning him even further into the mental haze. Her legs quaked and her grip tightened painfully in his hair as she pulled him against her, her orgasm ripping through her body like a sandstorm.
Natsu cursed under his breath, one hand moving down to stroke his aching cock. It pulsed hotly in his hand, but he needed to soothe the ache. Lucy would be the death of him.
Natsu let go of himself gave Lucy one more, long lick before leaning back into the water that would never be hot enough. Lucy staredat him, unfocused, until she saw his palm gently rubbing his cock. She set her jaw, her heart leaping again. But she smirked, and drawled lazily, "You asked me if I wanted a taste." She knelt in the tub in front of him, moving his hand from his crotch. She crawled to him, forcing him backwards until he, too sat on the edge of the tub, knees splayed and hands gripping the edge. She slid her hands up his legs and rested them on his hips, sighing deeply against his ac tively throbbing cock. "I think I do," she mused, mimicking him and staring at his face while she ran the blade of her tongue from behind his balls to the tip of his cock.
That earned her a sharp growl from Natsu. His pupils were slitted, eyes widened as she took her time, brushing the head and shaft of his dick with her tongue. She gently sucked one of his balls into her mouth, held it there, rolled her tongue gently over it, then let it go, before she moved on to the second ball.
She was going to kill him. She was going to kill him, and he was going to die a happy man.
She took her time, slowly moving up his shaft, her tongue tripping over the ridge of the head of his cock, causing his hips to buck upwards, before she opened her mouth and hollowed her cheeks, sucking him down.
Natsu gave a strangled cry, his toes curling in the water. He swore over and over again, white light blinding his vision when she stroked his balls, holding his cock in her mouth.
He peeked down at her, and the sight almost made him cum.
He had the perfect view, his hand somehow having made its way into her tresses, her ass just visible from this angle, her eyes closed as she diligently pleasured him.
Then, she hummed.
She fucking hummed.
He tried to warn her, but she seemed to know, locking her lips around the head of his cock and rubbing her tongue over his slit over and over until she felt it jerk and pulse in her mouth. She moaned around his cock, tears stinging the corners of her eyes as he thrust involuntarily against her mouth, his orgasm shattering his self-control into pieces. He roared as he came, eyes open but unseeing, his hips spasming uncontrollably.
After a moment, Lucy withdrew from Natsu, not a drop wasted. Natsu gave a strangled, sleepy groan at the loss of contact, and he heard her chuckling. He looked down to her in time to see her wipe her chin on her forearm, and he smirked lazily.
"Natsu?" She asked.
"Mmm?"
"'Bout time we did that."
"Mmm." Natsu agreed, sliding back into the water, which was still hot thanks to his magic, and pulled Lucy to him, nuzzling against her affectionately. He was done with words for now. For now, tub soaking.
Lucy couldn't agree more.