Soooo, this is literally just smut. Smutty, smutty smut that happens after Lucy vs. Flare. This is not about love, because don't be stupid they barely know each other in this AU, but instead all about lust and the physical chemistry these two can't help but latch onto. And it's cheesy and glorious so I don't want to hear from anyone that any part of it was unrealistic. Because if smut were about reality it would be a lot less fun to read…

I dedicate this smut to NaLuFTfanatic who is going to help me start a new religion centered on dirty dirty fanfiction smut. There will be sign-up sheets in the lobby following this fic.

Now enjoy.

But too much.

And not too little.

Otherwise, what's the point? ; )

Lucy unlocked the door to her apartment building and stepped in, dragging the hot pinkette following her in behind her. The minute the door closed behind them he was in her space, arms on either side of her head on the wall beside the door. Lucy breathed heavily as she stared across the few inches between them, nervous, but also really excited for what they were about to do.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, his gaze burning into hers and his body subconsciously swaying even closer to her until there were only inches between their hips, and her chest brushed his. Unable to form words as another wave of desire crashed over her, she grinned breathlessly and nodded. She caught a glimpse of an answering grin from him before his mouth descended on hers and his body pressed her into the wall, revealing that he was just as fired up as she was. She opened her lips immediately encouraging the the exploration of her mouth as her tongue mounted an expedition into his. They just spent several minutes tasting one another and finding a rhythm they were both happy with.

Then, as he bit her lip and began kissing down her neck, Lucy tried to make her mind have a thought...it was getting a little difficult.

Yeah, they barely knew each other, and most of their short acquaintance had taken place over their skin in short, scribbled messages, but their physical chemistry was undeniable. The minute Natsu had pinned her at the gym, his thigh pressing into her between her legs, she had figured it was going to end up this way.

And honestly, she had no fucking problem with it. Yeah, she had barely any experience in this area (thanks a ton again for that Father), but she was determined to catch up with the rest of her generation, and Natsu seemed like the perfect test subject. This was exactly why she had started taking birth control pills when she started college right? For just this kind of scenario.

So she dug her fingers into his hair and lost herself to the moment as his hands left the wall and found their way to her hips. He thrust his hips into her, pinning her to the wall, and she automatically responded in kind, rolling her pelvis into his, earning a throaty chuckle from him against her neck where she could feel him sucking hard at her skin. One hand shot up and palmed her breast, squeezing in a way that made her wriggle against him, searching for more. She wasn't clear at the moment on what more was going to entail exactly, but she knew she fuckin' wanted it. A burst of pain at her neck where Natsu bit her brought her back to herself for a brief moment.

Thank the gods for small moments of clarity.

"Natsu," she said, pushing at his shoulders firmly until he detached from her neck with glazed eyes and wet lips. "I'm absolutely in...but not in the fucking hallway." She gestured around them to the hallway of her building. It wasn't exactly a private area, though thankfully no one had come out of their first floor apartments to investigate. Yet.

Shaking his head briefly, as though to clear it, Natsu coughed lightly and turned a little red.

"Oh, yeah, that's probably a good…" he trailed off, lost in staring at her flushed cleavage for a moment. Then his eyes snapped up to hers again and he grinned wickedly.

Before she knew it, Lucy had been swept up over his shoulder and he was taking the stairs two at a time. Jesus Titty-Fucking Christ, he was strong! Strong, and hot, and carrying her like she was a fucking body pillow instead of a person. Plus he had both their gym bags in one hand while the other securely gripped her ass. He was like some kind of pervy sex god.

And a pervy sex god, he could still turn out to be. But one with no idea where he was going.

"Lucy? Maybe some direction?" he asked suddenly, coming up on the landing for the second floor apartments. "What's your apartment number?"

"It's, uh, hey!" she gasped out, when he bounced her a little roughly and squeezed her ass. "315!"

"Aye sir!" he yelled out as he bounded up the last flight of stairs, dashing down the hall to her door and setting her back on her feet. She fumbled with her keys for a second.

Which totally had nothing to do with the pinkette sucking on her neck again. It wasn't fucking with her concentration at all. Not. At. All.

Eventually, Lucy managed to unlock her door and push inside, promptly dropping her keys and kicking off her tennis shoes before literally jumping onto the man beside her.

And he fucking caught her, steadying her as she wrapped her legs firmly around his waist. He carried her quickly into the nearest room, which happened to be the kitchen and swept the random assortment of dishes off the counter into the sink. There was a sound of breaking glass, but they both ignored it. Lucy would worry about it later when there weren't hands tugging at her sports bra and releasing her massive boobs from their restrictive prison. She lifted her arms so he could pull the top off of her and moaned in pleasure as his lips descended on a pert nipple, pebbled in the sudden chill of air against her salty skin.

Losing her mind for several moments of intense mouth-to-boob resuscitation, Lucy pulled at his hair and gripped helplessly at his bicep, sliding under his shirt in an effort to feel the glorious body in front of her more fully. Natsu pulled his lips away from her chest with a pop and swiftly removed the offending piece of clothing, smirking at her response to his insane set of abs before diving back in to resuscitate her other nipple. He pulled her to the very edge of the counter where he could press his hips into her core. Which was getting wetter by the second.

Her hands explored his skin, almost frantic to feel every inch. His hands and mouth on her chest were stoking an excited and anxious feeling inside of her that pushed her to clench her legs around his hips and press further into him. He groaned into her chest, licking a path up her cleavage like he'd done in so many of his dreams.

"Fuck Lucy, I have wanted to do that for so long…" he immediately returned to her nipple, grabbing it between his teeth and tugging. Her cry and accompanying jerk in her hips nearly sent her off the counter, but his hands came down to steady her, gripping her thighs until she was stable again.

"Holy shit, that feels amazing!" she moaned as he moved to suck and bite her a little harder on the underside of her breast. He leaned back for a moment to admire the purple and red hickey he had left behind. If he could have gotten any harder at that point, he would have, staring at the bare-chested blonde panting in front of him. She was even better than he'd dreamt. And he hadn't skimped on anything when he had dreamt up imaginary Lucy.

He dove back in, determined to keep those perfect breasts symmetrical by adding a matching hickey to the other side, while his hands crept up her thighs, testing the waters a little as his thumbs circled to her inner thigh, just shy of brushing her core through the tight spandex shorts she wore.

Lucy felt a jolt of pleasure shoot over the short distance between where his fingers brushed her skin and the center of her whole world at the moment, where she really wanted him. She sucked in a sharp breath and squirmed a bit, widening her legs more, releasing the death grip her legs had on his hips. He released her breast with his lips, satisfied that her chest was sufficiently decorated with his marks, and straightened, his eyes meeting hers as he pressed her thighs a little wider, as though daring her to go as far as she could. Lucy, never one to back down from a challenge, planted her hands on his shoulders and lifted one leg, stretching it out to full length and placing it flat against the counter, her socked foot landing on the other side of her sink. Then she did the same thing with the other one, as he watched with mouth dropping open, until she was doing the splits on her kitchen counter. All those years of yoga had not been in vain.

Natsu froze as he took her in, his hands still circling her upper thigh, now touching bare skin where the material of her shorts had retracted to barely cover her core. It was one of the hottest fucking things he'd ever seen.

As he ran his hands down each leg and removed her socks just to see another few inches of her flawless skin, his brain ran in circles. Had he created this girl out of his dreams somehow? Had he wished upon a star in his sleep and been gifted a sex goddess as a reward for something he had unwittingly done to save humanity and the world? Because she was fucking fulfilling fantasies he didn't even know he had had.

His gaze dropped to the thin strip of spandex hiding her luscious sex from him and without really planning out what he was doing, he dropped to his knees, bringing himself to eye level with her straining thighs as his thumbs teased at the edges of the fabric barely covering her.

He broke his eyes away and found her gaze again as his right thumb bridged the gap and lightly traced over her covered slit, finally caressing the sensitive skin she was longing for him to touch.

Lucy panted softly, staring into his incredible green eyes as he ran his thumb over her again, making her shiver and her legs tense in ways she had never come close to feeling before. And then his eyes flicked back to the center of her world and leaned forward, breathing hot air on her covered core.

Lucy stopped breathing, a whimper escaping her a moment later. She felt moisture slick her folds, soaking the layer of fabric between them, and shivered at the sensation. Her fingers, already fisted into his hair, clenched and tugged the slightest amount on his follicles, beckoning him closer.

That was all the encouragement Natsu needed, closing the miniscule gap between them and licking a hot path up her shorts. The friction of the wet fabric made her moan, which escalated as his mouth closed in on her clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves without mercy.

Her legs came off the counter then, closing her soft thighs around his head and arching her back to press herself more firmly against his lips. If she had been in her right mind, she may have been embarrassed by her actions; mostly naked, thrusting her cunt at a man, who was still more stranger than anything else, like she was begging for him to eat her out.

Which was exactly what she was doing. Every part of her body language was pleading with him to fuck her with his mouth and he heard her loud and clear. They just had one article of clothing preventing him from giving her what she was so desperately requesting. And for some reason, maybe because he felt the frantic desire to keep this miracle of granted sex-wishes ecstatically pleasured so she would stay just that much longer, he burned with the desire to give the painfully beautiful woman above him whatever she wanted.

He reached up to her hips with his hands and grabbed her waistband, curling his fingers inside before removing his mouth and glancing up at her. She was staring down at him and, at his look, immediately released his hair and braced herself on the counter, lifting her hips so he could rid her of the inconvenience of her shorts. He groaned as he whipped them over her perfect ass and realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

He added women who kicked ass while going commando to the growing list of turn-ons he hadn't known he possessed, and tossed the shorts flippantly over his shoulder, forgetting they existed before they hit the floor. He was back between her legs, forcing them wide again and lapping at her glistening center before she could remember what to do with her hands.

She moaned and cried out, forgetting that she even had neighbors as he frantically licked up her juices, entering her with his tongue one moment and sucking on her clit the next in a flurry of sensation until it was all she could do to gasp in a breath between the continuous string of cries ripping from her throat. How had she not known pleasure like this existed? How had she gone so many years without feeling the excruciating pleasure he stoked inside of her with his unbelievably scorching mouth?

And then he entered her with a finger and she bucked into him in earnest, her restless movements finding a rhythm against his hand and lips as he thrust into her repeatedly and bit gently on her ball of nerves. He added a second finger, stretching her pulsing walls and pulling his head from the deadlock of her thighs to watch her face. He purposefully curled his fingers upward into a ridged spot inside of her and her moaning went up an octave, ringing in his ears. He added another finger and stood, using the leverage of his height to push harder and faster, his forearm beginning to burn pleasantly from the repetitive action.

Lucy leaned into him, clutching his shoulders and rocking her hips forcefully into his hand, riding it with no self-awareness or shame. Watching his hand enter her over and over made Natsu's hard-on jump, and his mind become consumed with the need to properly fuck the living daylights out of the woman he was screwing with his fingers.

With his other hand, he tugged at the waistband of his gym shorts, not making significant progress until her hands joined in to help, pushing the slick material and the cotton of his boxers down past his hips, carefully freeing his raging erection and letting the unneeded clothing drop to the floor.

Lucy panted heavily, moaning again when she got an eyeful of his impressive length. He curled his fingers again, which prompted a soft cry as her already soaked slit throbbed. Stepping out of his pants and his shoes all at once, he quickly settled himself between her legs and attacked her neck again, his fingers working her dripping sex while his thumb circled her bud.

She reached between them and grabbed his cock, pushing his hand away and using the curved head to rub at her swollen ball of nerves more firmly in a slippery motion that coated his length until he literally couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed her hands, that still gripped him, and used her to line himself up, thrusting carefully with his hips until he inched into her ready, and waiting, chasm.

She was unbelievably tight, but primed and slick, so he forged ahead, sliding more of his length into her.

Lucy squirmed on him, feeling the simultaneous discomfort and satisfaction of being stretched beyond her previous limits. There was a moment where she equally wanted him to stop and just fill her up already, her fingernails curling into his shoulders as her nipples rubbed against the hard skin of his bare chest. She felt overstimulated, her hips shifting as he pressed further into her, groaning and grabbing her hips to cease her movements until he could finish entering her. And then, finally, as she shifted her weight and spread her legs further apart, he seated himself in her to the hilt.

They both released a breath they hadn't realized they'd been holding and simultaneously took another breath together. Their eyes met and a dribble of mutual laughter fell out of them at their synchronized breathing. And then Lucy shifted her weight, her bare ass beginning to go numb on the hard counter and the last thing Natsu felt like doing was laughing. Still marveling at the way she closed in around him, he pulled back a couple of inches and pushed into her again.

Lucy gasped at the feeling of his friction inside of her, and wrapped her legs around him again to pull him even further into her. He grabbed her thighs in an almost bruising grip and rocked in and out of her in a steady, but languid pace. She could feel him pass every nerve ending inside of her again and again until she was setting the pace, pulling with her powerful leg muscles. Ane then he was leaning on the counter, slamming into her, over and over. Relentlessly.

Her shoulders smacked the cabinet behind her and he put his hand behind her, instinctively protecting her. She returned the favor by leaning forward and licking across his collarbone to his taut golden shoulder where she latched on with her teeth, playfully tracing a circle with her hips.

The combination of the bite and her little swivel seemed to short circuit Natsu's brain as he grabbed her ass and lifted her off the counter, using his arms and the death grip her legs had on him to thrust into her a few times in mid-air, before searching for somewhere else where he could get some decent leverage.

He stumbled to her couch, falling forward with her and using the momentum to thrust unbelievably deep into her. Lucy cried out and continued higher into a sor to shriek, nonsense falling from her swollen lips as he settled on his knees and adjusted his angle of attack.

"Fuck Natsu….oh my gods, right THERE! SHIT! FUCKfuckfuckfuckfuck. What the hell are you? How are you making me feel this fucking amazing?! SHIT! NAAAAATSU!"

He grabbed one of her legs, pulling it flat against his chest between them and pulling her other leg out as far to the side as he could, looping it over his elbow as he pushed into her at the new angle. And then all she could do was make incoherent noises as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. Her fingernails dug into his arms as she clung on for dear life, her fingers clutching uncontrollably as he pounded into her, winding her tighter and tighter until she thought she would burst into a millions pieces. And then, just as she was releasing noises that probably only dogs could hear, he reached around the leg on his chest, pinching her clit and turning his head to place a wet kiss on her calf in the same moment

Then Lucy did burst into a million pieces. Or felt like it as her vision blanked into hot white and every muscles in her body clenched and quivered. Natsu continued pounding into her until the sight of her climaxing and the feeling of her muscles milking him became too much for him. He swiftly pulled out of her spilling himself across her bare chest mere seconds later. Overcome by a sudden quiver of fatigue in his muscles, he fell forward, catching himself on his hands inches above her, their faces only breaths apart. He stared down at her until her eyes fluttered open, locking with his. Tentatively, in the relative silence as their breathing slowed, she leaned upward until her lips just covered his. Then, unable to keep her head up with her exhausted muscles, she fell back on the couch and stared up at him in awe. Like he'd just changed her world. And, belatedly, some of the things she'd told him over the last few weeks about her past clicked into one alarming thought.

"Wait," he rasped, his throat dry. He swallowed and tried again. "You weren't...a virgin, were you?" He almost couldn't believe that would be the case, after the seductive hip movements she been pulling out moments before, but she had said something about never having had a first kiss about a week ago. He remembered clearly wondering how the fuck that was even possible.

"Well, uh, yeah actually," she blatantly stated, wincing slightly.

He pushed off of her, his eyebrows furrowing as he found his feet again, staring down at her body, boneless from being well pleasured. A little zip of pride went through him even as he internally chastised himself.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say anything! I wasn't exactly being gentle-"

"Natsu, don't you dare!" she cut him off, the way she said his name making his stomach flip, for reasons he didn't understand. "I just had the best first time in the history of all first times... ever! You are not going to fucking ruin it by treating me like I had no idea what I was doing. It was uncomfortable for like a minute and then you rocked my world, so don't you fucking dare start saying shit about my v-card. Now get over here and kiss me, you idiot." The bright, beautiful smile taking up half her face near the end of her little speech belied the harsh nature of her words.

He stared down at her for a moment before dropping to his knees beside the couch and dipping his head to kiss her firmly. She immediately opened her lips, caressing his lips with the delicate point of her tongue. He pulled away and gazed down at her in wonder.

"So, you were that amazing on your first fucking time?" he couldn't seem to let it go. He had slept with a lot of people over the years, many of them experienced in the art of pleasuring whomever they chose to screw that night, but what Lucy had just done with him topped his list of all time best fucks. His eyes glazed over as he tried to conceive of what a Lucy who actually knew what the fuck she was doing could achieve someday.

"Is it not always like that?" Lucy inquired against his unmoving lips, pulling his attention back from the imaginary Lucy to the real, and still very naked, Lucy in front of him.

"No," he replied bluntly and honestly. "It is definitely not always like that." Raking his gaze down her naked body, so innocently still displayed to him, he got to her chest wrinkled his nose. "Uh, sorry about that, let me get a cloth or something for you."

He got up and went to her kitchen as she furrowed her brows and gazed down at herself, finally remembering the white, sticky substance still spread across her torso. She scrunched up her face and looked away, happy to accept the wet cloth Natsu offered her when he came back from the kitchen, shorts once more in place at his hips. While she wiped off her torso, he ran a hand through his hair, feeling sticky with dried sweat, but sated. Although the brisk movements she used to clean off her sizable breasts were already getting his little dragon (yeah, he called his dick a dragon. Are you at all surprised?) perking up again.

Lucy dropped the soiled cloth on her glass coffee table and looked up at him, a speculative look in her eyes. He waited, curious what would come out of her next. Eventually she opened her mouth and said what she had been so carefully ruminating over.

"So...I have no idea what the etiquette for something like this is...but...would you maybe want to get some dinner?" Her arms crossed across her chest reflexively, almost immediately reversing course when she realized how sticky her skin was. "Maybe after a shower…" she added, scrunching her nose at him with a wry smile.

He responded with a huge grin, shucking his shorts before striding forward and throwing her, protesting loudly, over his shoulder, carrying her to where he assumed the bathroom was.

"Sounds great, Luce. I can think of about twelve different things we can try in the shower."

She laughed at the challenge in his voice, but couldn't bring herself to try and dissuade him.

Because it sounded like a damn good idea to her.

And she was determined that her second time would be even better than her first.