standard disclaimer applies.
four
The mind of a hungry beast goes haywire when an invigorating prey stands before him. But, it's even more catastrophic when his supposed meal time gets interrupted.
As Laxus is about to completely discard Juvia's blouse, a loud knock cuts through the heavy arousal developing between the two. Laxus feels Juvia stiffening under his touch, as his hands are groping her breasts (which are, unfortunately for him, still covered with a bra).
"Laxus?" an oh-so-familiar voice calls out to him from the front door. Usually, this voice is a welcoming one; but at the very moment, Laxus finds it grating and infuriating. The visitor calls out to him again, and this is followed by another familiar voice.
"Yo man, you said he's home," the companion of the annoying-visitor comments.
Laxus lets go of Juvia and growls quietly. The water mage wears a horrified expression as she steps back from Laxus and buttons up her shirt in panic. "Freed?" she mouths to him and Laxus could only nod. He walks closer to Juvia and scoops her up and heaves her over his shoulder as if she's a sack of rice. Juvia mumbles her protests, careful that her voice remains low.
The lightning mage opens the door to his room and puts the water mage down. Bringing his lips to her ears, huskily whispering, "Stay here. I'll get rid of them." With that, he leaves the room to dismiss his two members using the quickest method he knows. The moment he opens the door, Freed and Bickslow cheerfully greet him, with the green-haired rune mage more so than the masked one. Without givING them the opportunity to talk, Laxus barks up a, "Go away, bunch of cockblocks. I'm with someone right now!"
Bickslow and Freed look at each other in understanding. "Oopsies, man!" Bickslow scratches his head laughing. His dolls behind him echo his comments.
"Forgive us, Laxus. We just wanted to give you an update regarding an upcoming mission."
Laxus nods and waves his hand to them in dismissal. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm busy." The two Thunder God Tribe mages apologize and quickly retreat, with Bickslow winking at Laxus and wiggling his eyebrows naughtily. All Laxus could do is shoot him a thumbs up. As soon as he closes the door (and making sure to lock it just in case someone else plans to barge in), he takes long strides to reach his bedroom. He finds Juvia standing where he left her.
"Are they gone?"
"Yup," he answers her curtly.
"Juvia should go," she whispers. Is that unwillingness in her voice? Laxus just gives her a bored look. He makes no objection, so Juvia takes it as a sign to leave. But the moment her shoulder brushes past him, Laxus grips her slender waist, which makes her unable to further move. She tilts her head to stare at him, while his eyes are fixed straight ahead.
"Stay," he says in a commanding tone but lightly mixed with gentleness. At least, that's how he wants to make it sound. Laxus exudes a domineering quality but he's working on not being too forceful. Years and experience have taught him a hard lesson, especially thinking back to some years ago when he failed to uphold a dignified front as Makarov's grandson.
"Stay for what?" Juvia boldly asks him.
Laxus steps around her, so that her back is pressed against him. He bends down and kisses her left jaw. He brings his lips near her ear; he could tell his voice tickles her as she flinches a bit. "Stay for pleasure."
And just like that, her defenses are broken. She clutches onto Laxus's arm around her waist as he carries her to the king-sized bed, removing the bluenette's shoes. He stays behind her as he places Juvia on top of the bed, where she ends up kneeling on the mattress. Being embraced from behind is working wonders on her arousal, as Laxus slowly unbuttons her blouse.
"Finish this," he instructs Juvia, leaving the buttons, so he could take off the straps of her jumper dress. He is amazed that the dress was easily discarded. "Stand," he tells her next and she complies, peeling off the dress from her completely. Juvia is about to turn around to face him, but Laxus prevents her from doing so. He freely lets his hand travel up her leg all the way to her waist. "Take off that shirt, Juvia, and then turn around." He smirks when she follows his orders meekly. Yet when Juvia faces him, her face bears no submissiveness. Rather, there's this look of control splashed across her serene features.
She peers down at him like a majestic tower, as she remains standing on the bed. Her whole being is bathed with the sunlight filtering through the curtained windows. Laxus appreciates beauty, just like any hot-blooded man out there. However, he's not one to voice out or show visible signs of being in awe. Yet, there she stands on his bed, cream-coloured underwear covering bountiful and precious privates; Laxus just couldn't help but feel star-struck.
Thankfully, he resumes his smug appearance when he feels the throbbing on the lower-half of his body. He takes ahold of her hips and brings her body closer to him. He places his lips on her flat stomach, as if he's ready to make out with the very flesh. Just below Juvia's bellybutton, a reddening kiss mark is slowly showing. He can smell her arousal, and he knows he's feeling the same way. Letting his lips do the work, while his hand caresses her bare skin, he kisses down to her right thigh, and then licks her guild mark. Why he utterly finds that stirring is beyond him.
This time his hands are behind her, squeezing the buttocks. Laxus then puts each of his hand on her behind inside her underwear, loving the feel of the soft flesh molding in his fingers. Not being able to control himself, he tugs on her panties to finally expose herself. Shyness overtakes the water mage, as she collapses on the bed to hide her lower region. Laxus gives her an arrogant snicker.
He gets on top of the bed, trailing a finger on the strap of her bra. The whole time he's doing this, his eyes are focused solely on Juvia's. When she bits her lower lip, Laxus feels a rumble developing in his throat. He wants her badly, that much he admits.
Quick as lightning, he unclasps Juvia's bra. The bluenette automatically holds on to it, but she's very well aware it won't stay on. Laxus just dominates her, and she consciously shirks it off her arms. He flattens his right hand on the small of her back and pushes her up, so that her left nipple directly goes to his mouth. As he swirls his tongue around the pinkish bud, Juvia releases a moan that's definitely music to his ears. He continues this ministration as if it's the sweetest treat he's had.
He can tell Juvia is enjoying the sensation as she arches her back, even pressing her body closer to his. Her hands caress his back, neck, his hair. The right breast needs attention, and Laxus is more than willing to give it. His free hand kneads it to elicit melodious mewling sounds from her lips.
Thinking back to their first night, Laxus recalls being the one completely bare for her. Today is different, as Juvia is fully exposed for him to feast on. He gently lays her down on the mattress, hovering above her. Peppering her skin with butterfly kisses, his lips ended up just above her wet folds. He situates himself in between her legs, ready for a sumptuous appetizer. Similar to the first time, Juvia gives him a look of uncertainty. But as soon as he tongue touches her core, the bashfulness dissipates. The sounds of pleasures fill the room.
Again, he rarely admits that a woman can entirely bewitch him, but the way Juvia tastes is addicting. A tiny voice at the back of his mind tells him that he's going to want her more and more. He knows he better stop now if he's not willing to develop this into something further and deeper.
But how can he stop — when her taste dulls his senses and her scent numbs his demeanour?
Laxus clings onto Juvia's legs as the woman slowly ascends the climb. She's thrashing about, arching her back, eyelids fluttering in orgasmic joy. One final suck brings her to an unknown pinnacle, which is then punctuated with a silent scream.
Juvia collapses on the bed, eyes still closed, legs clamped together. Laxus stands up to enjoy the enticing view. Her milky complexion completely contrasts his onyx bed sheet. When she notices that Laxus is just watching her, Juvia grows embarrassed. She sits up and stares up at him as well. Laxus takes off his shirt; he doesn't miss it when Juvia licks her lips. Sure, she might be just wetting her lips from dryness, but he'd like to think that she's craving for him.
The water mage crawls closer to the edge of bed. Her head is a foot away from his abdomen. She touches his toned abs with shaky fingers, caressing it all the way to the band of his trousers. Unbuckling his belt, Juvia peeks at him through thick lashes. It's a hint of innocence mixed with provocative glance.
Laxus knows his member is too hard. Once out of its restriction, it might spring up and hit her face. The mental image is quite hilarious, but he doesn't want to scare the lady. Instead, he stops her fingers and removes the pants himself. He carefully exposes himself to her, generating a slight gasp from her lips.
"How did this fit Juvia?" she asks out loud. He bets Juvia only meant to inquire that inside her head. The look of wonder made him throb more. With renewed hesitance, she takes Laxus in her hands, gently stroking him. Laxus restrains his voice, not wanting to give in to her. He wants to stay in control, and show her a formidable stance. The feigned tough exterior dissolves when Juvia slowly puts her lips on its tip.
"Shit!" he curses, gritting his teeth. It's not the first time he's had a woman go down on him. Too many to count. So why in the hell's worth is he weakening when she simply put him in her mouth?
Juvia shuts her eyes tightly as his whole being invades her aperture. He can tell she's trying to get all of him in her, but he's too big for her tiny cavity. Her amateurish ways are enough for him to feel the pulsing sensation coming. Through grinding teeth, he tells her to pull out, not wanting to shock the lady with his fluid. She does so but not fast enough. White liquid sprays on her face, making the girl recoil in surprise. Without thinking, Laxus bends down and wipes her face with his discarded shirt, uttering a low 'sorry'.
He's never done such things before. It's all part of foreplay for him, yet he hates seeing her face messed up with his liquid. He walks to the bedside drawer and takes out a packet of condom. He sits in front of Juvia, kissing her neck once again. "Turn around," he huskily tells her, rubbing her breasts, caressing the pink bud in between his fingers. Again quite unusual of him, he asks Juvia if she's ready. The bluenette merely hums a response as she continues to create mewling sounds.
Putting on the condom, he enters her from behind, and Juvia nearly lands on the mattress face-front from the penetration. Fortunately, she has the presence of mind to place her two hands flat on the bed. Gritting his teeth, he revels in the tightness constricting his length.
Every movement produces hungry moans coming from their lips. Laxus's hands continue to be busy to match the increasing pace of his hips. Juvia's lustful pitch goes higher and louder, supplying Laxus the power he needs. He wants to fully satisfy her. At this moment of lasciviousness, she is a goddess that deserves glorification. She is a divine creature worthy of offerings. She is his for the taking. She is his woman.
But only for this one moment.
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She makes the first move. Laxus could tell she's trying to get away. His eyes are closed, and to her, he must've appeared to be sound asleep. He breathes out of his nose to make his 'sleeping' face look more genuine. Truth is, he is drifting in and out of slumber, and he blames it on exhaustion. When she stirs from underneath his strong arm, he completely loses the drowsiness. A playful persona takes over him, and he flexes his muscles, caging Juvia to her spot.
He feels her expelled breath on his skin, and a smirk plays on his lips. Her stubbornness comes out and she pushes his arm with all her might, no longer caring if he wakes up in the process. Laxus firmly encircles his arm across her breast.
"Pillows shouldn't move," he gruffly barks. He pushes her closer to him, so that her back is tightly pressed against his chest.
"Juvia needs to go home," she protests in a small voice. Yet, she doesn't shift from their position. In fact, Laxus perceives she is slowly relaxing in his embrace.
"Pillows don't talk either," he mutters, burrowing his face on her floral-scented hair. She sighs out loud and he knows she's given up resisting him.
Cuddling is never part of his regimen when sleeping with a woman. Cuddling is for the weak man who commits to a suffocating relationship. Cuddling after sex is just... quite pitiful in his eyes. Yet, there he is, lying on his bed, his left arm securely wrapped around the softest creature.
There he is, cuddling with Juvia.
He just doesn't want to let go. Unconsciously, his left hand starts caressing her flat stomach, his thumb lightly circling her bellybutton. It lulls Juvia to sleep, and Laxus welcomes the sound of her breathing. His lids become heavy, and he knows he's off to dreamland.
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Leaning against the bar counter, with his body directly facing the guild's entrance, Laxus has centre seats as to when the guild doors would open. Whoever comes bustling in would see the smug grin on his face right away.
He takes a sip of his morning coffee (not in the mood to drink a drop of liquor at the moment). Every now and then, he would snicker out loud or snort, as if a joke keeps playing in his mind over and over again. In a way, something of the sort is recurring in his memory — something terribly amusing to the rather impassive lightning mage.
"You seem quite happy today," a cheery voice disrupts his thoughts. Laxus glances at Mirajane from the corner of his eyes.
There was a time, way back in his younger years, that he had a slight crush on the take-over mage. Somewhere along the way, Laxus just didn't want to get involved with any woman from the guild. It sort of became a rule he imposed on himself. Sure, he made that asshole-jest about Lucy going out with him some years ago; he only stated that, knowing such a situation would never occur.
So why is he involving himself with Juvia again? A bratty voice in his head lets out a question. Laxus pushes that nagging inquiry away.
"Just thinking about a particular someone walking around barenaked," he gives Mirajane the half-truth. The silver-haired beauty eyes him strangely, but doesn't press for further details. Instead, she asks if he wants a refill and Laxus hands her his cup.
The reason behind this oh-so-amused attitude lies on the blue-haired lady he left sleeping on his bed. He knows he tired her out from the previous day's activities, which lasted through the night. Too exhausted, the bluenette couldn't help but doze off into deep sleep, even though she, at one point, told him she didn't want to spend the night.
When Laxus woke up early morning, Juvia was huddled on the right side of his bed in a half-fetal position, clutching the blanket around her naked body. Laxus, for his part, always slept flat on his stomach. But that morning, he slept on his right side with his left hand firmly resting on her stomach. The water mage didn't stir from her sleep, even when Laxus got up and made so much noise around the room. Her steady breathing and tranquil expression made him unconsciously stare at the beauty for quite some time.
Until a playful idea came to him. Immediately, Laxus executed his teasing scheme and left his house without a note to his "guest".
Oh, the golden-haired man knows exactly how the blue-haired woman will react. He expects her to be fully embarrassed and seething at the same time. He just can't wait to see her reaction.
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By the time Juvia arrives, about three hours later, Laxus's patience has worn off. He's actually expecting her to burst through the guild doors, huffing and puffing in anger and embarrassment.
But noooo! Instead, the water mage arrives all prim and proper in a cardigan and dress, a silken scarf around her neck, her hair braided to one side, and a rosy blush decorating her cheeks.
In Laxus's eyes, the only ugly thing Juvia had going on is the annoying stripper walking beside her. His eyes narrow in slits as he watches Gray talk to her with indifference (or well, his usual attitude towards the bluenette). He watches as Gray tugs slightly on Juvia's scarf, eliciting more blushing from the bashful bluenette.
Clenching his fists and jaw, Laxus takes big strides to approach Gray. Without even a hint of warning, he lands a powerful punch on the centre of Gray's face, blood gushing out of the latter's nose. Not content with just that, Laxus produces lightning bolts from his finger and directs them straight to the ice mage's crotch; Gray howls in pain. Juvia applauds in glee, cheering vicariously. She launches herself into Laxus, arms wrapping around his neck, as she squeals from excitement.
And then his vision turns into a blurry green.
Laxus blinks to refocus his sight, only to see Freed's face a few inches away from his.
The fuck?
"Laxus, are you okay?" asks Freed with a strong hint of concern in his voice and face.
Laxus blinks again, only to see Juvia and an unharmed-Gray already seated where the pregnant wife of the fire dragon slayer sits. The group erupts in bubbly conversation.
Mentally smacking himself, Laxus couldn't believe he allowed himself to daydream such a situation. When Laxus doesn't respond, Freed waves a hand in front of Laxus's eyes. "Are you in there? Your eyes have this faraway look. And you look like you wanna strangle someone."
He motions for his group mate to step away. "Too close, Freed." The green-haired mage sheepishly laughs and apologizes. Laxus stands up from his seat, his eyes still transfixed on the laughing bluenette rubbing the blonde mage's belly. Whether Juvia has noticed his presence, she gives no indication. "Yeah, I feel like strangling someone," he mutters under his breath, but audible enough for Freed to hear. If Freed isn't so used to Laxus's temper, he would be cowering now with the tone the lightning mage is using.
Laxus peels his eyes away from Juvia's direction, too bothered at the proximity she's sharing with the ice mage. Come to think of it, this is a normal scene in the guild. Juvia is almost always around Gray; Laxus is used to that image. Yet, now that he's shared some intimate moment with the water mage, the possessive instinct couldn't help but come out. It's seeping through his pores, and all Laxus could imagine at the moment is snatching the bluenette away from Gray.
"Tell Erza I'm leaving," he shoves his hands inside the pockets of his trousers and heads straight towards the doors.
"Wait, aren't we finally taking a mission as a group?" whines Freed. He scans the guild around for Evergreen or Bickslow to help him out, but the two are nowhere in sight. "It's been a while since the Thunder God Tribe went on a mission together."
"Rain check for now, Freed," Laxus utters in annoyance. "If I don't leave here, I might beat up someone. And we don't want that!"
With that, Laxus slams the doors open to exit the guild. Just before stepping out, from the corner of his eyes, he senses the bluenette glancing his way. He commands his body not to meet her eyes.
He knows that these intimate affairs with Juvia have gotten out of hand. With a resolute mind, he tells himself, it's high time to end this unneeded liaisons with his fellow guildmate.
a/n: confession time - I didn't review this. i'm sorry. also, i'm not very confident with how this panned out. so, i'll depend on you readers to tell me. is the story slow, or is it just at the right pace?
anyway, i'm excited to write the next chapter. i'm planning the Harvest Festival, and Juvia's participating in the Ms. Fairy Tail contest (with a slight twist).
lastly, thank you for all those who left a review. (sorry if i'm not writing down your names one by one for this chapter. i promise to do it for the next one.) again, review and let me know how this chapter is.