AN: Heyyyyy there friends. Well...it's Lent and I thought what a great time to write something (semi)filthy and (semi)sinful. This is set some time after the original Mineel ficlet I posted.
This is (mildly)nsfw, 668 words, and can be found on ffn (I'm so sorry, God).
Is she crying?
She doesn't remember the last time she cried during sex. It's not unwelcome, though surprising.
Had Minerva known that she'd hit a substantial dry spell after the divorce, she might have cherished the consistent mediocre dick she had during the duration of her marriage.
She hadn't expected things to go this far with him. She thinks she's too weak—is too weak—for a second chance at whatever this is that they're doing, and yet…
Her hips buck up abruptly, and the desperate wanting moan she emits not only shocks her, but manages to coax a greedy moan from the man between her legs. She sighs, content, once he places a sloppy, almost nasty kiss, to her lips, and she thinks she now knows bliss cause—
IS THAT A FUCKING TONGUE RING?
Another decisive drag of his tongue.
OH GOD THATS A TONGUE RING!
Her spine locks helplessly as she desperately tries to gather her thoughts, though she knows it's hopeless.
What the hell is she supposed to do with her GOD. DAMN. HANDS?!
It's been so long. Too long.
She doesn't even realize her hips are needily rocking against Gajeel's tongue. She's now fully aware this is exactly what she needed—and if this is how all of their kid's playdates will end, then Sting and Rogue can hang out as much as they want. Maybe this is a fluke. She wonders if this is at all professional to desperately fuck her student's parent.
She doesn't even care
It usually built up slowly, then flutters gently in her gut, steadily building up pressure until she recognizes, oh wait, yes, this is an…orgasm? (Confused that she even has to question it).
Not now. Not here. Not with him.
Maybe she's more hungry and desperate for a release than she thought, because this one does creep up on her and suddenly she feels like she's covered in sweat and overheating.
If at all possible she thinks her spine becomes more rigid with equal parts shock and satisfaction. She finds herself, back pressed helplessly into the sheets (pretty nice, grey cotton ones), riding out the rest of her climax. She prays her brain can be salvaged from its liquefied state, as she calls out for a god she has no business talking to.
Has she ever been eaten till she's cried before? Cause the tears are free flowing now.
Little desperate whimpers are coursing out of her, hitched on each exhausted breath and she wonders if it'll be like this every time—if there will be another time.
Her periphery is starting to clear, which is reassuring since the majority of her vision has already returned to normal. Her eyes remain fixed to the impossibly white ceiling that undulates in tandem with the rise and fall of her chest, heavy with exhaustion.
She's dead and she couldn't be more contented. Is this why the French call it the little death?
Those bastards are on to something.
It is then she sees him slowly crawl into her field of vision, hovering over her with a slightly smug, genuinely concerned set to his face.
If he'd let her, she'd claim his jaw as her throne right there and then, but it's probably best she waits till they're closer, or at least till her pleasant over sensitivity subsides.
She'll give him 10 minutes. Poor fool doesn't stand a chance.
His voice breaks through just then, pulling her back into the realm of the living. "You ok?"
She's not sure if it's a challenge, a tease, or a genuine question, cause she's still gasping out puffs of air.
She finds strength in her to nod and her mouth—her stupid mouth—moves without her thinking.
"You should put your son in level two." A pause to breathe. "He's really good."
Confusion flashes over his features, and the silence that follows isn't too terrifying because suddenly they're both laughing.
Distantly, she thinks that she's not sleeping in the wet spot.
AN: It's probs not professional, Minerva but whatever. Sex is honestly always better when you can laugh during it.
Well...now that we're closer than we've ever been before leave a comment/review/scream if you can. Thanks for reading this lmao.