Oh look the smut starts. (Don't read if you're under 18 blah blah blah it's written porn like all my other shit. Or have you not noticed the fact that all my works are rated M?)
I tried my best to avoid him, but over the course of the next three days, he was everywhere I fucking went. And I swear he was eye-fucking me the whole time. I would periodically find myself pressed against his hard body for moments as he passed by in doorways. His hands would barely brush against any exposed skin he could find, his touch igniting a fire inside me with every fleeting caress. He had taken to training every day, and every day he somehow wound up walking past me when he was shirtless and sweaty. And damn, did that man make sweat look good.
In short – he was driving me insane. The progressively more and more raunchy sex dreams I had about him every night were really not helping either.
It was on the fourth day after the initial incident that I found him knocking on my door while I was about to climb into bed. It wasn't until I had opened the door to find his heated gaze that I remembered I was wearing nothing but panties and a tank top. I froze in the doorway, and he took the chance to step forward, pushing me backwards in order to close the door behind him. His large hands gripped my hips, his hot fingers caressing my exposed skin. A shiver shook my body and I could only look up at him in shock.
"I want you, Blondie," he growled, pulling me to press against his body, my face flushing when my hips push against a very stiff, large bulge. "And I know you want me, too," he purred, his voice making heat pool deep in my belly. His lips came forward to crush my own, effectively silencing the voice of reason that had slowly been recovering from its shock.
The searing heat of his lips made me light headed, my hands acting on their own and reaching up to pull him closer. When his tongue slipped out to tangle with my own, I gasped at the sensations. His hands groped at my form, cupping my ass and pulling a surprised squeak from me. He skimmed his lips down to my neck, where he began to suckle against the sensitive skin. His teeth nipped at the same time his hips grinded against me, making my body buck jerkily and a long moan slip out. A growl rumbled in his chest and he picked me up, crossing the room in a couple of strides. Throwing me down onto my bed, I find the strength to talk.
"Wh-What do you think you're doing?!" I growl, caught between arousal and offense. A part of me is begging me to shut up and let things happen, but another, more prideful part, is bristling in anger at his audacity. And then there's a third part that is terrified because everything is moving too fast, that was my first kiss for God sakes. Laxus smirks and crawls over me, eyes burning.
"Oh I think you know what I'm doing, Blondie," he purrs. My protests die as soon as his finger goes to caress me over my panties. His grin widens when he feels the dampness, and my cheeks burn in embarrassment. A finger slips beneath the fabric and swirls around my entrance, a low throaty moan falling from my lips. "You're so wet," he groans, finger dipping inside teasingly before going to rub against my throbbing clit. The coil of tension in my gut winds tighter and my breath quickens. Fuck, how am I so close already?!
His body hunches over me and his free hand pulls my tank top off quickly. My brain sharpens into focus at the action, suddenly aware that I was now almost completely bare before this man, and I squeaked in fright. When my hands try to instinctively cover myself he growls in anger, grabbing both wrists in his free hand before trapping them above my head. I struggle and push, but a second finger slips into my panties and starts teasing me into a frenzy. Eyes rolling back and shudders racking my body he leans closer to whisper in my ear.
"Don't you dare try to hide those gorgeous tits from me," he hisses, nibbling on my earlobe. I can only moan in response, hips bucking against his talented fingers, blindly seeking release. Oh god what is this man doing to me?!
One finger slips inside me, the intrusion slightly uncomfortable and making me yelp. And then it curls, finding some amazing spot that I never knew existed, and the discomfort faded into pleasure. Toes curling, moaning unabashedly as I lose myself in pleasure. The edge draws near and then his second finger leaves my clit to join the first inside my walls, scissoring, stretching my untouched walls. I yelp again when the discomfort returns and I jerk away slightly.
"Shh, shh… It's alright, babe… Just let me get you good and ready…" he purrs in my ear, his fingers working vigorously inside of me and the discomfort fading back into pleasure again. I nod absentmindedly, back arching as my hips roll against his hand again. My mewls of pleasure seem to spur him on and his hips grind against my thigh, his jeans rough against my sensitized skin. His groan makes my stomach flip, and when he pulls his fingers away for a moment I whine in objection, eyes that had slid closed at some point shooting open to look at him desperately.
"D-Don't stop!" I whine before I can help myself, my blush pretty much permanently painting my face. He chuckles and winks at me before pulling my panties down my legs slowly. A lump of terror forms in my gut as I realize I'm now completely bare to him. He can see everything. Panic and self consciousness starts to brew in my mind before it freezes when his clothes start coming off as well.
"Sorry, babe, couldn't wait any longer to get this stuff off of us," he grunts. My eyes stare at his newly revealed appendage and I blanche.
"That… Th-that's not guna fit!" I whisper fearfully, even as my core clenches and aches for it to be buried inside me. He chuckles.
"Don't worry. It'll fit. I'll make sure you're good and ready for me." With that he climbs back on the bed, his erection bobbing in the air and his burning gaze on my revealed core. Before I can stop him he buries his face between my legs, his tongue sliding between my lips to swirl around my clit. The sensation is almost too much and I scream.
"St-stop!" I beg, grabbing at his hair and panting. He raises his face to look at me. I somehow manage to blush even more. "You don't… what are y-you… I mean… isn't it like, gross… or something…?" I stammer out, each word twisting my gut with mortification. He snorts.
"Blondie, shut that pretty little mouth of yours. And no. In fact, this is the tastiest pussy I've ever had," he purrs, his vulgar language both shocking and arousing me. He languorously teased my core with his tongue again, my head falling back, but my body was still tense. "Now let me make you cum," he groaned, the vibrations sending jolts through my body. I took a deep breath and tried to relax, and when his tongue started working its dark talents again, all of my inhibitions flew out the window and were replaced with a burning need for more, more, MORE. He worked me up to a fever pitch, my body thrashing and hands clutching his hair for dear life until the tension in my gut snapped and I jerked violently.
"LAXUS!" I screamed, turning my head to try and muffle it against the pillow. His response was a grunt followed by lewd slurping sounds that made my blush come back full force. He slows his ministrations as I come down from my high, giving me a chance to catch my breath. His fingers work their way back inside me, curling and scissoring until the fire started again, the actions no longer holding discomfort. Just as my hips start to roll against his hand he sits up on his knees, a hand gripping his member and running up and down it.
"Fuck, I can't wait any more, Lucy…" he growls deeply, eyes hooded with lust and muscles bulging in strain. The feeling of emptiness his fingers left behind has my core clenching eagerly, my arousal back full force at his masculine form. He lines himself up, rubbing the head up and down my slit to thoroughly coat it with slick wetness, my hips seeking the friction desperately. When he starts to slowly, slowly push himself in, I almost cum from the sensation alone. He stops a little over an inch inside, rocking gently, pushing himself in farther bit by bit with each slow thrust. By the time he bumps up against my innocence, I'm squirming with need. "It'll probably hurt a bit at first," he grunts, eyes blazing and teeth grinding together in restraint.
"Just do it! Oh gods, I need you so bad, Laxus!" I moan, gripping his shoulders tightly. His hips shudder and then he buries himself to the hilt. I keen in relief, the pleasure far outweighing the mild discomfort. He stills for just a moment, eyes screwed shut.
"So… tight… ngh, fuck…." He groans. When my hips jerk impatiently, he starts to move and the pleasure is blinding. I can feel every inch, every ridge of his cock as it slides in and out, my walls hugging it in an attempt to keep him as deep inside me as possible. My breath comes in short pants, my heart beating a staccato rhythm against my ribs. I was hyper-aware of every part of our bodies touching. He continues to thrust slowly and gently until I couldn't take it anymore.
"Please, Laxus! Harder!" I moan. He smirks as his hips pick up the pace, my eyes rolling back when the knob of his cock rubs that special spot with each thrust.
"You want me to fuck you hard, huh Blondie?" he grunts lowly. I nod my head enthusiastically. "Is that what you want?" he asks again, giving a particularly hard thrust that made my voice go up an octave. "You gotta ask for it," he grunts, voice gravelly. I huff, but my pride is the least of my concerns right now.
"Please f-fuck me harder, Laxus!" I moan, mewling in delight when he complies. His hips slam into mine ferociously, stoking the burning need in my gut until I was at the edge. "I'm… I'm guna…" I stammer.
"Say it, Blondie," he hisses desperately, hips working even harder.
"I'm- guna – CUM!" I scream out as the wave of pleasure crashes over me, my toes curling and hips losing all rhythm in their bucking, my eyes rolling back in my head. When my walls clamp down and milk his cock, he grits his teeth and his neck cords. When I had started to come down from the high, he pulls out and aims at my stomach, fist grabbing his shaft. He let out a long, sexy groan of my name as he released, his seed spilling across my stomach. The feeling is surprisingly sexy and even though I know I should mind, I can't bring myself to. When his orgasm slows to a halt, he falls forward and catches himself on his arms above me, his slowly softening member pressed between our pelvises and gently rubbing against my still sensitive clit. When his breathing evened out (about a minute before mine was able to), he reached to my bedside table and grabbed a handful of tissues from the box I kept there. He cleaned my stomach gently before tossing the tissue over the side of the bed and rolling onto his side, holding me against him possessively, our legs tangled together.
When the pleasant fog of satisfaction started to clear, my brain began to catch up on what just happened.
"Um… what…?" I start hesitantly. Before I could formulate a thought, his lips were hungrily pressing against mine again, and I could feel his cock harden between us. My body betrayed me and before I knew it I was wet and wanting again, my hips grinding my core against his thigh, seeking friction. He rolled us back over and settled himself between my legs, his hands cupping my ass and angling me slightly upwards. Without warning he slid himself all the way back inside me, his rod just as hard as before, my hips bucking closer and a moan leaving my lips at the sensation of this new angle that had him even deeper than before. He shot me a roguish grin.
"None of that yet, babe. I'm not done with you, and since I'm pretty sure you'll try to murder me once you come to your senses, I plan on having my fill," he purrs, winking at my flustered yet annoyed face. And then his hips started thrusting vigorously and I found myself agreeing with this plan of events.
He kept us going for hours, teaching me things about my body I had never even considered, until we both fell asleep, the exhaustion finally winning the battle.
Next chapter is even more smut. Because Laxus is an insatiable, horny bastard.
