Minions!
A super short oneshot for you.
I blame ottotatortot for the idea.
XD
MATURE ADULT CONTENT AHEAD.
DO NOT PROCEED IF YOU'RE A CHILD.
AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN.
~All my Love~
Peach
It was a flawed design, no doubt. Gajeel would have to write a letter to the manufacturer.
Normally, letter writing would have been left up to his script mage, but her current condition could not afford her the concentration she would need to pen such a delicately worded document.
Of course, he was not one for delicacies. He was straightforward and quick to get to the point, which was his downfall that afternoon.
One blue-haired spitfire had been intentionally seducing him all morning: flashing her favorite pair of purple lace panties when she walked by, the occasional brush of her hand across his leg, and the maddening way she ate her popsicle with unnecessary fervor.
He had had enough of her erotic teasing and stole her away to the bedroom. If it was a show she wanted to give, then he would capitalize on the opportunity and equip her with a toy: a simple vibrator attached to a beaded cord.
He had her positioned atop their bed on all-fours, wearing nothing but her lace underwear.
He told her what to do; he told her exactly where he wanted it.
Which is where things went downhill.
"Shitshitshit – stop laughing Gajeel!"
Gajeel was bent over holding his midsection to keep himself together as mirth wracked his body.
His little script mage was set in quite a compromising position with the rose in her cheeks blooming into more than sultry arousal.
"This is not funny!"
She panicked, showing him the broken tether which was supposed to be attached to the vibrating toy, now inserted past the reach of her fingers.
He had never heard her use so many cuss words before, not even in the heat of the moment.
"Sweet Mavis, Gajeel, please help me!"
Though the situation was beyond ridiculous, he took mercy on her.
"Y'sure you don't wanna stay like that?" he grinned, motioning for her to come to him.
She leapt into his arms, frantically tossing her legs around him. He laughed at her eager antics and held her slightly above him, positioning her leg over his shoulder, and giving himself free access to her ripened fruit.
He pressed two skilled finger into her, not teasingly, but easy enough to not hurt her. Her hips wiggled, welcoming him.
Though it was strictly a retrieval mission, Levy took great pleasure from the coinciding friction his loving hand provided her. Breathy moans escaped her as she rested her head against the top of his shoulder. Every time he twisted for a better reach, she clenched her hands, accidentally scraping her nails across his skin. She started grinding into his palm and to his immense shock, tongued the piercings in his ear.
"Oi," he pulled away, humor coloring his tone, "didn't think you'd enjoy it this much, shrimp."
His fingertips met the smooth and slicked surface of the device, now harshly pinched between his fingers for grip.
In one fluid motion, he removed his hand and held the still-vibrating toy up for her to see.
"There. Happy?"
She looked at it with glazed eyes, knocking it out of his fingers. It skittered across the floor and she turned on him with such a deep hunger that Gajeel narrowed his eyes, a playful smile alighting his lips; an inaudible growl grew to challenge her.
"Not at all."