Ooooookay. So. Ill try to keep this update short and sweet instead of the usual brick wall of text authors have after an unplanned hiatus- as I warned at some point, sure enough, my laptop died. I had a few more chapters written, but had only backed up to the next two. Which are just smut. SO, after eventually getting ahold of a new laptop, I realized I had to rewrite a decent chunk. I really don't have any real excuse as for why this took so long, but it ended up getting postponed for one reason after another - Work was crazy, depressive episode, funkiness with my meds, got distracted with other fandoms, wrote a ridiculous Tokyo Ghoul and Stardew Valley crossover fic, etc. But I got enough rewritten after the next two chapters so I'll be uploading THREE WHOLE CHAPTERS to make up for the wait. Yknow, the wait of like... uh... two years. Or something.
Again - these next two are a lot of smut. Like, this one is maybe 90%, and the next is at least 50%. So uh, enjoy? And from the depths of my heart, let me just say - "My bad, guys."
Lucy POV
I limped out of the bathroom, still toweling off my hair and wincing with each step. It took awhile to reapply the healing salve and bandages, but I did it, and I had finally gotten the chance to bathe on my own. Porlyusica had worked wonders on me – most of my broken bones were healed, but the deep-tissue bruising would have to heal on its own. The left side of my pelvis was still cracked along with two ribs, and if I thought about it hard enough, I could still feel Gajeel's boots slamming into them over and over and over again. My torso was a mottled canvas of purple and blue bruising, my back, arms, and legs suffering the same. I still had a cut on my lip and my right eye socket and cheek were darkened, the edges thankfully yellowing. I was so tired… All I could think about was the bottle of pain pills on my bedside table, and my soft, warm bed.
I stopped short when my gaze landed on said bed – because there was a very large, blond behemoth lounging on it. I groaned in exasperation. His eyes shot to me and first raked over me hungrily, probably due to my current attire consisting of a loose crop top and panties, and then burned with anger and something else as I saw them zero in on the bruises.
"Look, Laxus…" I started, sighing. "I kno- I know usually we argue and I say 'no' and you keep pushing and then I give in because let's face it, as much as I hate to admit it, it feels incredible when you fuck me. But I can't… I can't right now. So please… just go. If you push, I'll just give in, and if I do I'll just be in more pain for even longer," I whimper brokenly. I hate it, I hate admitting to him my weakness…. But everything hurts so much. And I'm so tired. I vaguely notice him standing up, and bite back my surprise when he pulls back the covers for me and crosses the room, scooping me up in his arms and placing me on the bed with a gentleness I honestly didn't think he was capable of. "Uh… thanks," I mutter uncertainly as he sits down on the bed, looking at me intensely.
I decide to ignore him and reach over towards the bottle of pain pills… only for him to pick it up and hold it, looking at it intently. "C'mon, Laxus. Don't be a dick right now. I'm in a lot of pain," I groan. "And honestly? I haven't even remotely forgiven you for that bullshit you pulled on the comm lacrima."
He says nothing before getting up and setting the pills on top of my dresser, despite my whimper. He turns and looks at me heatedly and I swallow thickly, already feeling my libido springing to life despite everything. He crosses back over to me and sits on the bed, leaning over and gently tracing my lips with his thumb, my breath hitching at the contact.
"What can this mouth still do, I wonder?" he muses, voice thick with lust. I raise an eyebrow.
"Dude. I'm beaten to a pulp, and you're asking for a blowjob right now? What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I snap, weakly trying to bat his hand away. He smirks.
"Not exactly. Just wondering if you'll be able to return the favor later tonight," he hums. The implication sends fresh heat through my body but I glare at him.
"Stop it. I can't do anything right now. I don't want to do anything right now… not with you. So just leave," I try again, the venom I tried to inject into my words fizzling out. He makes an odd noise in the back of his throat, almost like a scoff, but a flash of pain crossed his features before it settled back into thoughtful.
"Did you know that orgasms work wonders as painkillers?" he muses aloud, his fingers trailing down my neck to linger on my collar bone. I gulp.
"Uh… I… uh…" I mutter incoherently, brain starting to turn to mush despite the pain of my injuries and my lingering, still smoldering but subdued hatred.
"I'll tell you what, Blondie. Give me a chance to take that pain away. If it doesn't work, I'll bring you your pills and I'll leave. If it does… well there are ways to get each other off without much effort on your part," he murmurs, leaning down to skim his lips along my jaw line. I swallow loudly, a shudder running down my spine.
"I don't think-" I start weakly, but he gently traces my lips with his thumb again while trailing his other fingers down my barely clothed body. He gets up and takes off his shirt, my mouth watering at the sight of his bare chest. His smirk grows for a moment before he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs, eyes burning.
"Or, you can tell me to stop and leave right now," he breathes lowly, voice like velvet. He leans up enough to lap at the scar on my neck and I yelp, my panties soaking from the pleasure it brought. "If that's what you really, really want," he growls against my neck, the vibrations in his voice knocking away all thought and reason. Fingertips lightly grazing my skin on their way down, he plays with the hem of my panties, looking at me intently as if for permission. He starts to lightly caress my clit through the material and my breath catches. I nod as quickly as I can in my condition, the humiliation of giving in to this terrible fucking man passing quickly at the feeling of his lips on my skin. He growls lowly, carefully bringing his hands to my hips and gripping my panties before slowly pulling them down my legs. I wince when the action moves my hip in a way to aggravate the cracked bone, and he responds by leaning down to press kisses to the exposed skin above and below the bandage, his nose twitching, probably from the smell of the healing poultice underneath. His lips move to the hollow of my hip and my stomach muscles twitch, his hot breath tickling my navel. One of his hands trails up underneath my top to gently pull and tweak at my nipple, each motion making the pain in my side seem to dull. His other hand starts to tease my dripping wet folds, making my breath catch and a moan slip out.
"Laxus…" I breathe, despite my best efforts. He grins. His finger slips between my folds to zero in on my throbbing clit and I yelp at the contact. He rubs slow circles and I try to stifle the noises by biting my lip, only to hiss in pain when my teeth upset the cut. He stops his ministrations and reaches up to brush my lip again.
"Don't try to stifle those sounds, Blondie. I want you to let it all out for me," he breathes hotly. "Every sexy moan, every hot sigh, every filthy word you feel… let me hear it," he groans, leaning down to give my slit a long, sensual lick. My eyes roll back and I surrender to the pleasure. There's no point fighting it- not when it feels so fucking good. His tongue rolls and probes and teases around my opening and clit, two fingers slowly burying themselves inside me as deep as they can go. He scissors them, my quivering walls appreciating every stroke. His gentleness is baffling… but also, almost… frustrating.
"M-more…" I manage to croak. He slips a third in while his lips suck on my clit, pulling me to the edge. The pain is almost nonexistent, all I can feel is pleasure, and him. He continues to work me over, his other hand expertly massaging my breasts and nipples, until I can hardly take it any more. I try to rock my hips only to hiss in pain as it aggravated my injuries. He pulls back a little to look at me when I release a defeated whimper.
"I… It's not enough," I whimper. "I need… Fuck, Laxus…. I need something inside me…. I need you… deeper" I gasp, cheeks burning. He growls and takes a deep, shaky breath, his pupils blown so wide I can't even see the stormy blue anymore.
"Blondie… I don't think I can control myself if I slip my cock in this amazing pussy of yours," he mutters hoarsely, flicking his tongue maddeningly. The edge is so close and I feel tears prick my eyes in frustration. And then I get an idea. An idea that has me blushing all the way down to my chest. But…
"Laxus… Um… Wait… I…" I stammer uncertainly, the words on the tip of my tongue but I just can't quite seem to get them out. He pulls back to look at me curiously, his fingers still working me slowly. "I have… um…" I try again, my whole face burning so hot I can feel the heat on my shoulders. He slips to the side and lays down next to me, fingers continuing to keep me at the edge despite not quite being enough. "I just… would you…" my voice is small and timid and I hate it but god it's embarrassing. He leans down to take my earlobe between his teeth.
"Tell me what you want, Blondie," he breathes hotly. I take a deep breath.
"In… In my dresser… the underwear drawer… at the very back…" I stammer out, hoping he'll catch on without me having to elaborate. A glint of understanding shines in his eyes before he carefully gets up and crosses to the dresser. Fuck this is embarrassing. Just focus on his back… his gorgeous, muscled back…
He follows the instructions and I can see him grow still when his hand finds it. He pulls it out, and I hold my breath, dying a little inside. And then he turns around with a sexy grin and a heated gaze, the long vibrator in his hand.
"You naughty little minx," he breathes in appreciation. My face burns but the look in his eyes has my heart hammering. He stalks back to me, climbing back over me to lounge along my side, holding himself up on his elbow to lean over me. He taps the vibrator against my clit and the anticipation makes me whimper. He trails it up my body teasingly, breathing hotly in my ear. "such a dirty girl," he purrs, and my embarrassment loses out to arousal because fuck this man is hot. I close my eyes and breathe shakily, trying to regain my composure, only to gasp when I hear him click on the vibrator, the humming sound making me even hotter in anticipation. Suddenly I feel the buzzing object nudge my clit and I moan loudly, eyes snapping open to look into his intense stare. Leaning down slowly, he laps a couple of times at my neck scar and my hips jerk violently, which leads me to shriek in pain. He pulls the vibrator back and sets it down quickly, where it buzzes its way over to my thigh, before gently pressing my hips back down to the bed, holding me still and massaging small, relaxing circles into my hip.
"Don't move Blondie," he breathes. "Just… just trust me. I'll take good care of you, I promise…" he continues, fingers sliding over to dip between my legs. "You don't have to move a muscle."
He removes his hand to pick the vibrator back up and slowly uses it to massage my clit. I feel his cock throbbing against my hip, hot and hard, and a strangled moan slips out. Every bit of logic is screaming at me to not trust him, to NEVER trust him… but then again… if there was one area I could trust him in, it was pleasure. He moves it lower to slide it back and forth between the lips, teasing my opening, the vibrations sending lightning all the way up my spine. It feels… even better than it usually does, and I realize – he's using his magic to enhance it. My core clenches and aches, desperate to be filled. "please…" I whisper, his lips teasing my neck. He shifts enough to move his top leg between my own, using it to spread my legs gently in a way that doesn't aggravate my cracked hip. He continues to tease and I almost sob. "Please, Laxus… I need…" I try to get out, but fuck I can't focus on anything. I feel a tear of frustration fall from my eye and he kisses it away in a surprisingly caring fashion, but he keeps teasing my opening and I think I might actually kill him if he doesn't let me cum soon.
"Tell me what you want. You're the one running the show tonight, Blondie. You need to tell me what you want me to do," he growls, nipping the sweet spot where my jaw meets my neck. I gasp and barely manage to keep my hips from bucking. Somehow, he picks up on that, and sits up. He repositions himself to kneel between my legs, one hand still working the vibrator while the other arm pins my hips to the bed firmly yet gently, the pads of his fingers smoothly rubbing the tensed muscles to keep them relaxed. He hunches forward to pepper light kisses across my abdomen, the muscles twitching fiercely.
"P-put it in… please…" I beg quietly, my cheeks burning again. He exhales shakily against my skin, his façade cracking to show off the tightly reigned in desire and desperation coiled behind it.
"Fuck, Blondie…" he groans in a completely wrecked voice, leaning back to watch with rapt attention while he finally, finally slides the vibrator inside of me. My breath hitches and my eyes roll back as he slides it in, inch by maddening inch, his burning gaze soaking it in as my core opened and stretched to accept it all the way inside until his hand presses right up against me. The walls of my cunt are already starting to clamp down on its buzzing girth, my long moan mixing with the muffled sound of the vibrations.
"I'm so close, Laxus… please," I whimper, the coil in my gut so tight and ready to explode that I feel like I might actually burst into flames. He growls lowly, the sound somehow, beyond all expectations, managing to turn me on even more. His hand works the vibrator in and out of me, the first couple movements slightly awkward as he gets used to fucking me with something other than his cock, but he gets the hang of it almost immediately and my brain turns to mush. Swirling it around, he finds my spot, and I can't hold back the scream, one hand going to my hair for something, anything, to hold onto, and my other hand goes to lightly tweak one of my nipples. I chance a look down at him and see his tense, gorgeous body hunching over mine, cock straining in the air and leaking, almost visibly throbbing… His intense, hot gaze, unable to choose where he wants to look and darting from between my legs to my body to my face… His chest heaved with the restraint and the sweat beading his brow and sliding down his chest, rivulets following each dip of his physique. He continues to massage that special spot with the vibrator and I start to fall over the edge.
"I'm cumming-!" I moan, his ministrations with the vibrator pressing harder into my spot as my vision starts to blank out and euphoria spreads through my whole body, pleasure alight in every nerve. I release all over the vibrator and his hand and he sucks in a breath, switching hands to keep working me through the orgasm while using my cum as lubricant to pump his own shaft, his growls making my bones shake with their intensity. My vision starts to clear enough and I see the incredibly hot image of him jerking himself almost desperately, completely overcome with lust but still somehow managing to keep himself in check, and I can't stop myself.
"Please come fuck my mouth, baby," I moan, one hand shooting down to grab hold of his hand holding the toy. He immediately takes the hint – or maybe he actually would have just stopped holding it in his desperation – and shuffles upwards enough to straddle my chest, his leaking cock in front of my face. One hand braces himself against the wall while the other threads through my hair, clenching in a way that I can tell he's barely holding onto his restraint. My free hand reaches up to stroke his shaft and I waste no time leaning forward to take the head between my lips. He groans loudly.
"I'm gonna blow pretty fuckin quick here, Blondie," he admits, the hand in my hair gently nudging me closer. I pull back just enough to speak.
"Cum in my mouth, big boy. I wanna swallow all of it," I moan, the hand holding the toy starting to pump it in and out. I'm already close again – I don't know what it is about this man, but I can't help it. And did I just call him 'big boy'?
"Suck me off and I'll lick that pussy of yours while I fuck it with your toy until you go fucking blind," he promises hotly, my core clenching in excitement at his words. I pull the toy out and let it slip down between my thighs, the slick surface buzzing temptingly, but I could wait. Bringing my now free hand up to help, I hollow my cheeks and begin my task in earnest, pulling him deep into my mouth and sucking while my tongue works the underside, one hand on his balls and one stroking what length I couldn't fit. He wasn't kidding – not even a whole minute had passed before his whole body tensed and his cock nudged even deeper to spill his hot seed while he lets out a roar. I swallow everything greedily. Even in the throes of his orgasm, he lets go of my hair to reach behind me and start rubbing my clit. He shakily climbs off, hunching over me while still bracing himself as he breathes heavily for a minute, regaining his composure. And then his eyes burn a hole through me and he slides back down to settle between my legs, carefully lifting my legs so he could slot his shoulders underneath them. His shaking hand grips the still buzzing toy and gently circles my clit with it. I let out a whimper that quickly turns into a moan as he licks everywhere and slips his tongue as deep into me as he could go, his nose brushing my button. He pulls back enough to lick his lips.
"You're so fucking delicious, Lucy," he growls, and then he slides the vibrator all the way back inside me, the broad head of it zeroing in on that amazing spot. I keen in pleasure and then his mouth closes on my clit as well and lights burst behind my eyes. The feeling of his mouth working over that little bundle of nerves while he swirls the vibrator deep inside me makes my eyes cross and roll back. The double stimulation is almost too much and I almost buck my hips, but his free hand manages to go back to holding me down just in time.
"Let go, babe," he growls against my clit, and I can't hold it anymore. My world tilts on its side. With a wail of pleasure I come apart at the seams, my entire body pulsing with the strength of the orgasm. My vision whites out and there's a ringing in my ears, and every single ache and pain is gone. Through the haze, I register the feeling of Laxus lapping against my folds, licking up my release with a smug purr before I feel his weight leave the bed for a moment. As the brightness fades from the corners of my vision and my sense of sight kicks back on, I watch from beneath my heavy eyelids as he carefully raises my hips up enough to gently pull my panties back on – a different pair, even. I must have managed to cock my eyebrow because he smirked at me.
"Your other panties are way too wet to put back on," he chuckles smugly. I give him a bland face, but I can only hold it for a moment before my features settle back into the blissful expression of satisfaction that can really only make his ego even more insufferable. Judging by the puff of his chest, I'm right. "Don't worry, I made sure to lap up every drop on you."
My cheeks burn, and I don't even bother arguing when he crawls over me to lie down on his side, propping himself up on his elbow to sweep his gaze up and down my body, as if appreciating his work. He licks his lips slowly and gently traces random patterns along my bruised, trembling abdomen.
"So? Still need those pills?" he asks, the sheer amount of smugness in his voice making me want to smack him despite everything.
"Oh fuck off," I grumble, but my dreamy expression and loopy grin probably don't convey my annoyance very well. He grins proudly and laughs – a genuine, heart-warming sound that makes my heart flutter in a dangerous way.
"I'll take that as a 'thanks for rocking my world, Laxus' then," he teases, reaching down to pat my hip gently. I muster the strength to give him a dry look, but my heavy eyelids win the fight quickly. "But for what it's worth, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life," he murmured in awe as I began to drift off.
I try not to think about how comfortable it is having him next to me when I fall asleep, or how I can feel his chest buzzing with a literal purr.
Before you judge Lucy too hard, remember that this bitch is tired as FUCK. And with the weird relationship these two have, the only thing keeping her from giving in at any and all times is logic and her brain. Also this is fanfiction and most of this is HEAVILY romanticized. Now, on to the next chapter of smut.