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This is my first upload on here ever and I´m a little nervous… You will probably realize quite fast, English is not my first language (I mean look at my user name) and I have some difficulties here and there, so you will eventually find mistakes. If you don't mind them, great. If you mind them tell me, I´m more than willing to correct them! Also, if you have constructive criticism don´t be shy, I would love to get some feedback!
Most characters in my stories are from Fairy Tail and are owned by Hiro Mashima BUT I also use some OC´s from Desna. Her Pradesh universe is perfectly thought out and I really enjoy her stories. Check her out if you still don't know her!
Be kind to each other and stay safe!
„He´s WHAT?!"
The loud scream of a very tipsy Lucy rang through the guildhall. Furiously she looked around for the reason of her irritation. She just got some interesting information about one of her nakamas and she sure as hell needed to find out how valid they were.
Scanning the second floor of the guild she saw his totems floating around indicating his presence, so without any further redo she emptied her drink and stumbled up the stairs, ignoring Cana's hollering from the bar. Lucy was not absolutely certain why he never told her about it, they were not close per se but everyone kind of knew about her past. It could be the reason that she was much more open about her whole persona but at some point, he could have dropped that itsy bitsy fact about himself, she was sure of that.
Swinging a little after climbing the last step Lucy found the man she was looking for sitting on one of the lounge sofas with his back to her, the two men in front of him eyeing her suspiciously. With fast steps she strode towards them and let herself drop on the free seat next to the Seith mage.
"Blondie you know this area is only for S-class and their team members." It was not really a question from the Dragon Slayer, and he was far too interested in what was about to happen next than to care about some old rules. He just enjoyed playing with her.
"Erza, yada yada." She shushed him with her hand while keeping her eyes on the man next to her. Freed loudly complained about her behaviour but her attention was fully on the man, who happened to be without visor. Side eyeing her he noticed her cleavage spilling out of her tight red top. He swallowed hard.
"What a pleasant surprise cosplayer. So, to what do we owe the pleasure?" He took another swing of his beer. The way he formulated his question was ironically perfect.
Lazily Lucy moved her fingers across his underarm and drew some sloppy circles. His movements froze, the blonde has never been this touchy with him before and he did not know why she changed that all of the sudden. But who was he to judge?!
"I heard a rumour about you, just wanted to make sure it was correct before I go any further…" Her hands trailed down from his arm to his thigh, lightly squeezing it. Bixlow could hear his friends inhaling harshly, even though he was not able to breath correctly himself. What did she mean with going further?
"What the ever lovin´ fuck are you talkin´ ´bout blondie?!" Thank Mavis for Laxus direct approach because Bixlow was not able to form words with the sudden need of blood in a specific a part of his body.
Lucy glanced at the Dragon Slayer in front of her, her lusty smile not leaving her face. "Oh don´t piss your pants Thunder God, I am just talking to my dear friend Bixlow Pradesh, as in Arman Pradesh, as in Ambassador of Bosco, as in Bosco." The blonde put her focus back on Bixlow, who seemed less confused but still tried to make out which of the things she just said made her so damn horny for him. His heritage was no secret, it wasn't something he bragged about openly which could be the reason people thought it was a rumour. He wasn't the type for that, there were also more interesting characteristics about him other than his dad, yet he thought everyone knew his family.
Her hand wandered to the inside of his thigh and she pushed her chest against his body.
"Share pleasure with me, please?" She whispered in the best boscan she could, his silence about her statement being enough for her to assume that she was correct about his heritage.
Bixlow blinked, a few times. His eyebrows raised; his expression perplex. He blinked again.
"Wait… did you just ask me… What?" He moved on the sofa so that he could watch her better, her hand unintentionally moved higher on his thigh, she could almost feel his erection, and he could feel that.
"Share pleasure with me." She repeated herself, her eyes locked on his.
He understood, oh how well he understood now.
"Fuck, yes." Ignoring Laxus questioning look and Freeds bright red face, he understood as well, Bixlow mused, the Seith mage grabbed Lucy by the wrist and pulled her with him down the stairs, past the noisy girls at the bar and out of the guild.
"Tell me Cosplayer," he started, while trying his best to get her home fast, "what makes you so horny about the fact that I´m boscan?" They touched each other teasingly while walking.
She giggled. Why the fuck she giggled? He didn´t know.
"I lost my virginity to a boscan man, interesting enough it was the best sex I ever had." She sighed. Furthermore, she found Bixlow exorbitant sexy and boscan plus sexy equalled a fun time.
Bixlow came to abrupt stop causing Lucy to stumble into him. "Till now." He looked in her confused face and clarified. "The best sex till now." With a bright grin on his face he picked her up, his hands squeezing her ass. A low moan escaped her lips before Bixlow hungrily claimed her mouth. She often caught herself thinking about his oral skills and the way he kissed her was a good indicator of what the evening was holding for her.
He pushed some doors open, she didn´t even know if he lived there or if they were intruders in the moment but it didn´t matter because his mouth felt so good on hers and his erection pressed so nicely on her burning folds. She started moving, rubbing herself on his bulge.
He groaned, she moaned.
They made their way to the bedroom. To a bedroom? Lucy didn´t know. He threw her on the bed and quickly closed the door, Lucy looked around, noticed that she would not have expected this interior decoration from Bixlow.
"Posh." She stated.
He chuckled. What a lovely sound, it went directly into Lucy's core. With long strides he came to a stop in front of her, pulled her up that she was sitting on the edge of the bed and slowly took her shirt of, freeing her breasts. He enjoyed her confidence, the way she presented her body made him feel like he was in Bosco. While he still inspected her nipples, she took his hand, grinned at him and started to kiss his knuckles, worked her way up to his wrist, to his underarm, pulled him closer and laid back on the mattress. Bixlow was forced to follow, to lay on top of her and got drawn in a deep kiss. Leaning on one elbow his other hand was free to touch her body.
He touched her, she touched him. He did something and she copied. His fingers went deep into her and she buckled under him. He fucked her and she fucked him; Lucy could not believe it, she fucked him!
The next morning Lucy woke up lying almost completely on Bixlow, something she did not mind but could imagine being uncomfortable for the blue haired mage. Carefully crawling off him she threw on his shirt and her panties from last night to go search for a bathroom. The house they were in was clean, almost sterile and she could not believe that Bixlow lived there.
"We are definitely intruders!" She mused standing in the hall not quite sure which door would lead to a bathroom.
"You can say so!" The grumpy voice of Laxus greeted her. The blonde male looked at her with amusement in his eyes, openly checking her out. Acting like she did not notice his intense ogling she closed the distance between them and sat on the dark kitchen table behind him.
"So, it´s your place?" Lucy looked around curiously, not seeing anything particular that screamed Laxus´ name.
He turned around looking almost guilty when he heard the front door.
"Nah, it´s Freeds!"
This one is short, the next one will be longer I promise.