Smutty smutty smut smut. Sorry for the wait, I wish I could blame the wonderful nerd convention I went to the last four days, but really I just kept forgetting to upload it. So have some smut. Like, this chapter is 95% smut. There really isn't anything overly pertinent to the plot.
Warning - kind of hardcore, even for this super sexy fic. As in, there's straight up BDSM in this one.
Oh and since I think I forgot to do this for the best however many chapters: I STILL DON'T OWN FAIRY TAIL OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR SETTINGS OR ANYTHING THAT COUNTS AS CANON.
Chapter 14 - "Probably Unneccessary Smut (or, 'Fifty Shades of Giggi-TAYYYYY')
Later that night, Laxus lay sprawled across my bed, watching me flit around the room packing my travel suitcase. He rolled onto his side and propped his head up, leaning on his elbow. I pointedly ignored him in an effort to finish my task. I had just finished packing my toiletries bag and had moved on to extra clothing.
Trying to pack underwear is a little harder than normal when you're hyper-aware of a growling hunk of sex god lounging on your bed behind you. My cheeks heat up, but I continue to try and go about my task. I hear his deep chuckle.
"SO why are you packing already?" he teases, and I can just feel the smoldering look he's giving my back. I huff impatiently.
"Because, oh mister bored-face, it will save me time tomorrow, and having to pack for a mission last minute is not a fun thing." I explain. He laughs.
"Blondie, you don't even know what the mission is, let alone how long it'll be. How can you even pack for something you don't know?" he muses. I puff out my cheeks and blow a raspberry at him.
"I may not know that, but I know I'll need basics. I won't be able to fully pack, but I want to make sure I have my essentials." I mutter. "I also happen to be a lady, Laxus, and we need a few more things than a second shirt and a pair of boxers."
"Hmm." He hums. "So you're a lady, eh?" he teases. I turn around and put my hands on my hips, glaring at the man on my bed.
"Yes, Laxus. I am a lady, thank you very much," I sniff, turning up my nose. He cocks a brow. His smirk tells me all I need to know and I cut him off as soon as he opens his mouth. "And before you make some perverted remark, I'll have you know that just because I may be… ahem, less than lady-like in the boudoir, I am a dignified, well-read, and aristocratic lady in other respects," I cross my arms and cock my hip, keeping my nose turned up snobbishly and trying valiantly not to blush.
"So, a lady in the streets, and a sex-kitten in the sheets?" he smirks, eyes twinkling. I glare at him for a moment, then sigh.
"Really? Sex-kitten?" I ask drily. He shrugs and leans back, still watching me with an intensity that sends chills up my spine and arousal down to my core.
"Is there something else you would prefer? Kinky little slut? Sexy little minx?" he purrs. My body reacts to his teasing and begins to heat up, an ache building in the pit of my stomach. "Naughty little angel? My personal sex toy? " I swallow thickly. If anyone else ever said any of this to me, they'd get a Lucy-Kick to the balls so hard they'd choke on their own scrotum. But holy shit if it didn't sound sexy as sin coming from him. The burning passion grew brighter with every word. He smirks that insufferable yet sexy smirk of his, and I tremble. "Mmm… no, I think the best name would be 'sex goddess'", he croons. My pride blows up - I snap and cover the length of the room in two strides. I swing my leg over the bed and straddle him, gripping the collar of his shirt and pulling that dirty mouth to my own.
"You are far too appealing for your own good," I murmur.
Kissing him fiercely, his hands teasingly run down my sides to cup by bottom, an aroused squeak slipping through my occupied lips. He grins into the kiss and tightens his grip, pulling my hips down as he raises his own, grinding our pelvises together enticingly. A deep throated moan rumbles from my chest and my core clenches in excited expectation. The slow, rotating grind of our hips continues, his teeth nibbling on my lower lip. He slides one hand up the length of my spin, teasingly soft, to thread through my hair. He pulls my head back to skim his lips down my jaw to the sweet spot below my ear. I whimper as he begins to suck lightly on the tender skin, scraping his teeth tauntingly down my throat. My breath quickens and my hips jerk in their attempt to seek some relief from the fire he so skillfully ignites inside of me.
He rolls us over to pin me beneath him, his hands trailing up my arms to grasp my wrists firmly, pinning them above my head. One slips back down to lightly caress my ribs, running up and down my side. He moves lower to nip at my collarbone, his adventurous hand slipping beneath the hem of my shirt to tease my twitching stomach. It slides upwards and behind to my back, massaging the muscles there. I moan appreciatively while he works, and his hips continue to grind against me. He leans back to pull my shirt from my body, his fingers expertly unhooking my bra as well. The black lacey fabric quickly follows my shirt to the floor and I gaze up into his hungry eyes as they take in my bare breasts.
A thought strikes me and I hesitate.
"I never thought I'd say this, but we need to go easy tonight. I can't risk being sore tomorrow," I say as firmly as I can, somehow managing to contain the tremor in my voice. He cocks an eyebrow and smirks devilishly.
"Don't worry, Blondie. I'll make sure you aren't sore tomorrow. That doesn't mean we have to go easy, though," he purrs suggestively. I blink at him.
"…huh?" I say stupidly. He chuckles.
"You'll see," is all he says.
One hand softly brushes the underside of one of my breasts, trailing the fingertips upwards to circle my pebbled nipple. The sensations distract me from my confusion, and my apprehension seems to melt away. I mewl softly and let my head fall back, the light touches tantalizing in their own way. He moves to the side and I feel his hot breath on the sensitive peak before his tongue darts out to flick at it. The sensation has my hands shooting to his scalp, threading through the golden spikes and pulling his teasing mouth closer, lewd noises spilling from my mouth. With a chuckle, he latches on, swirling his tongue around the areola and flicking. His hands run down to my jeans and quickly undo them. I bend my knees upwards to help as he manages to slide them off without breaking from my breast. The throbbing want contained within my now-soaked panties had my head swimming. He shifts back to settle between my thighs, the rough texture of his jeans against my thin panties adding to my excitement. His hands pry my own from his hair and pin them above me again, one holding them in place while the other slides away. His searing lips crash down against mine again, the blood boiling in my lips. I was so caught up with the sensations, I didn't notice what he was doing until he had already threaded my discarded jeans through the headboard and around my wrists, securing them in place above me. I tug instinctually to find them tightly secured. He pulls back and smirks, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Before I can fully comprehend what was happening he leans down to my ear and whispers, "The safe word is Fairy Tail." My eyes widen in shock.
Laxus POV
I pull back and savor the look on her face – a mixture of shock, confusion, arousal, and a hint of fear. I nip at her jaw again. "Do you understand, Lucy?" I growl against her throat. I sense her hesitation and slow my ministrations. Her trembling body panting beneath me, I grin in triumph when her head nods "yes" frantically, her shaky voice eeking out an "mmhmm". I lick at her pulse point, letting my fingertips trail down her body. Her goose bumps beneath my fingers add to the satisfaction, and her trembling speaks to something deep inside me. I kiss my way down her torso until I reach the top of her lacy panties. My tongue darts out to slip into them for a brief second, her guttural moan of need making my erection throb. I trace my way over to hollow between her hip bone and her abdomen. My lips suck greedily at the spot, tongue tracing designs on the quivering skin. Her stomach muscles twitch desperately at the treatment, and the smell of her arousal is heady in my nostrils. I let a single finger lightly trace up the length of her slit, a startled moan rewarding my efforts. Her hips buck in an attempt to get closer, and her thighs widen enticingly.
I can feel my mouth watering already, but this is about teasing her until she breaks. I look up at her hooded eyes and parted lips. My body trembles in anticipation and excitement – but I try to force the tremors away. Letting her know just how affected I am by this would ruin the illusion of total dominance, which in turn will make the teasing I plan on doing come across less effectively. I rear back on my haunches to pull my shirt from my head needing skin contact. I hold her gaze while I lightly trail my fingertips up and down her body teasingly. She whimpers, her body bucking with every contact. I take my time tasting every inch of her I can reach – my tongue lapping at every sensitive spot I can find, my fingers tweaking and teasing until she sobs with want.
"P-Please Laxus!" she begs, and I grin. I grip her jaw and wrench her head to the side (not too hard, of course) and growl in her ear.
"You will call me Master, pet," I snarl. A fresh wave of arousal hits my nose and I breathe deeply. My tongue darts out to tease her earlobe. "I am your master, and you are my toy. To do with as I please," I continue darkly. Her shaking body jerks hard against me, my words inciting dark tendrils of lust to shoot down her spine. She nods her head frantically and I inwardly celebrate the confirmation that our own sexual appetites complement each other so well.
"Yes, master. Do whatever you please with me," she whimpers. I pull back to see her wide, chocolate eyes, her blushing cheeks, her puffy, parted lips, her already wild hair… the sight makes my member twitch in want. I pull back to stand, shedding the rest of my clothes and feeling my pride swell at her aroused reaction to the sight of my member standing tall and proud. I get back on the bed and straddle her torso, slipping my dick between her heaving bosoms. She quickly bends her head down to suckle on the tip, making me groan. "You want to suck me, don't you?" I growl. "Do you want my cock in your mouth? Is that what you want, filthy little slut?" I keep my eyes trained on her, watching intently for any sign of displeasure. But her big mocha eyes just widened and darkened. I slowly fuck her breasts for a few thrusts until that teasing little mouth becomes too much. Bracing myself with the headboard, I lean forward and angle my hips with her face.
"Suck me," I demand. She immediately obeys, her tongue swirling around the head before she takes me in as far as she can and I hit the back of her throat. She bobs her head back and forth, hollowing her cheeks and sucking. Her tongue teases the underneath, sliding along the sensitive veins. I groan and my hips start to slowly thrust into the heaven that was her hot mouth. "Yea, just like that. Wrap those pretty little lips around my cock," I order lowly. Her sucking stutters and resumes a more desperate pace. My eyes clench shut and I grip her hair in one of my fists, but still allow her to go at her own pace. Behind my back, her thighs rub together and buck against the air, seeking any friction they can find. I look down and watch as my cock fucks her perfect little mouth, her eyes dark and staring into mine. "Ah, such a good girl. Who's my good little whore?" I croon, her thighs rubbing together harder and a long, low moan vibrating around my member.
With a grunt and lots of willpower, I pull myself free from her hot lips, her tongue slipping out to seek after it with a whine, a trail of saliva glistening in the dim light. I scoot down her body and grip her face firmly, crushing our lips together. I grip her panties in my fist and slide them off her legs slowly, trailing my fingertips along the heated skin as I pass. My hips settle back down between her thighs, the tip of my member prodding her lower lips teasingly. She gasps into my mouth, her hips rolling in an attempt to get me inside. I pull back just enough to keep the tip just barely touching her slit. "Hah… you've been waiting for this all day, haven't you? You just want me to fill you right up, don't you?" my voice is deep and gravely by this point. Her legs flex and I barely catch them before they fully wrap around me – as much fun as it is to have her so desperate she takes action and forces me to slide inside, now is not the time. My fingers flex and dig into her thighs. She whimpers with want and I smirk. "Not so fast, pet. I'm still not so sure you deserve my cock," I taunt. I trail my lips down her body, suckling at every sensitive point I come across until I reach her soaking wet core. Her whimpers and moans increase the closer I get. My tongue slips out to lightly run up her slit, sliding between her lips to tap at her clit.
"F-Fuck!" she moans, hips jerking. I chuckle and bring my hands around to cup her ass, pulling her close while I lazily explore her folds.
"Mmmm. Such a sweet, perfect little cunt. I'm going to take my time tasting you," I warn. "Do you want me to do that, pet? Do you want me to eat this little pussy?" She gasps harshly, her sweat sheened body quivering. She nods frantically. "Say it, pet. Say you want me to eat your sweet little cunt." Her mouth works incoherently as she tries to form the words. "Tell me how much you want me to tongue fuck you into oblivion," I demand. Her voice squeaks and her eyes squeeze shut, teeth gnawing on her lip. I continue my ministrations lazily. Her legs bend and hook around my back and pull, the motion surprising me and pulling my face closer to her core. Growling, I pry her legs apart and sit back, glaring at her frazzled, desperate expression. I cluck my tongue at her in disapproval.
"Now, now, pet. Just for that, I'm going to have to punish you," I purr, gently caressing her leaking sex with my fingers. Her eyes widen when I stand up and walk to her closet. I look through the hangers for a moment before finding what I need – a thick leather belt. More specifically, quite possibly the only leather belt without a key pouch attached. I smirk as I pull it free and turn around, folding it in half and gripping it in one hand. "First you refuse my demands, and then you try to take without asking? Your manners are appalling." I tauntingly slap my other hand with it as I walk back to the bed, her body trembling in both arousal and nervousness. I stalk closer and kneel on the bed.
"Wh…what are you going to do with that?" she asks meekly, wide eyes locked on the leather strip. A twisted grin spreads across my face before I tut at her again disapprovingly.
"No questions, now, my little toy. You only get to speak when I tell you to. And right now, I'm a little put off by your refusal to politely ask me for my services," I purr tauntingly. Her mouth snaps shut and she swallows thickly, her core quivering in need. I gently slide the leather belt down her chest, between her breasts. I slap her pussy hard enough to be felt, but light enough to not hurt. The action makes her yelp in surprise and her hips stutter. I slap her again and again until she's panting and red faced, her arousal soaking the sheets beneath her. "Do you like when I punish you? Do you want me to keep slapping your pussy?" my voice purrs. I lick my lips at the sight of her body wound up so tight, and completely at my mercy. I lean over her and trail the belt back up her shaking body, taking time to lightly slap her nipples. I tap her swollen lips with the leather and smirk, my dick throbbing almost painfully in want.
"Open up, baby," I coo. I slip the arousal slicked leather around her head and slip it between her lips, a muffled sound of protest making me chuckle. "Since you won't talk when I order you to, you've lost your privilege of speaking at all. Now, close your eyes," I command, gripping her thighs tightly. She obliges, her hooded eyes fluttering closed, and I snap my hips forward, catching her off guard and burying myself to the hilt.
"MMMmmmPPPHhhHH-!" she screams breathlessly around the belt, eyes shooting open and rolling back. I immediately halt myself, her walls quivering. She was dangerously close to the edge, but I didn't want her to go over just yet. She gasps, hands jerking against her restraints. I bite back a groan at the feeling of her, so hot and wet, and force myself to stay stock still and look her in the eyes. She bucks her hips frantically and I tighten my grip and push them down to hold her still, her muscles twitching and straining. Her satiny walls are spasming madly around my length, the delicious sensations threatening to break my willpower.
"Did I say you could cum?" I growl. Her begging eyes water in frustration and desperation. In hindsight, I probably should have warned her about the concept of orgasm denial. But then I think about just how much sweeter it'll be for both of us and I smile. I tug the belt free from her mouth and let it fall down around her neck. She gasps and grits her teeth and clenches her eyes closed, still trying to buck her hips despite my iron grip.
"P-Please, lax- I mean, master!" she begs. "S-So close…." She moans. I pump my hips and she shrieks, her walls tightening. Her hands curl into fists and she thrashes, her body undulating. My breath catches and I hiss.
"Fuck, baby…" I groan, slowly rocking at a pace I knew wasn't quite enough to push her over the edge, but was enough to keep her right there. Her back arches and she throws her hips with as much force as she can muster. "You're just dying for my cock, aren't you? You would do anything just for me to fuck you," I taunt. She lets out a shout of frustration.
"LAXUS! YOU FUCKER! MAKE ME CUM!" she screams in anger and exasperation. I laugh despite myself and nuzzle against her neck.
"You're supposed to call me 'master'," I hiss. She huffs and I'm tempted to give in because damn if I don't love her feistiness. But we've gone this far, and I'm going to see it through. I cut her off before she can speak again. "Just trust me, Lucy. It's worth it." She grumbles but submits, her body still so tightly wound she almost vibrated in unabashed desire. I continue my slow pace, taking my time and swirling my hips sensually. I wasn't quite as close as Lucy, but my self control was diminishing rapidly with each desperate sound her swollen lips utter. I push a little harder and her hands scrabble against the restraints. "Is that want you want, you little slut? You want me to pound my cock into your sweet cunt?" My words have her so close her body is completely slick with sweat. Her teeth bite down on her lip, and I lean back down to flick my tongue over the wound. " But this is my cunt. It belongs to me, and I can do whatever I want with it." I threaten. She actually sobs, her head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. The sensations of her insides hugging me so tightly, so desperately, it's making my control slip. I don't think I can hold myself back. "Mmmm…. You've been so good, I think I'll let you cum now," I croon against her neck, bracing my hands against the bed and readying myself. She nods vigorously, moaning "please" over and over again. Seeing her so desperate for release has my mind swimming and I give in, slamming my hips forward and aiming right for her sweet spot.
She screams so loud my ears cringe in mild pain, her lungs emptying themselves completely, and her walls clamp down on my length. But I don't slow down – I fuck her as hard as I can, the feeling of her release leaking down my length pushing me faster. "That's it baby, cum all over my cock," I groan. This is the hardest I've ever made her cum while I've been in control of myself – and the sight and feeling is the most glorious experience of my life.
"CHOKE ME!" she wails desperately. I snap my head up to look at her in surprise, and her fluttering eyes try their best to hold my gaze. "Please Laxus – choke me!" she begs, her voice hitching and her head slamming back as her orgasm keeps going. I hesitate for a moment – this wasn't exactly something I planned on doing and it throws off my perception for a moment. Her suggestion turned me on a surprising amount, and the sudden desire to actually do what she's asking makes me falter a little. "FUCKING DO IT!" she screams.
I wrap one of my hands around her throat, carefully avoiding her trachea, and squeeze enough to hinder her airflow. Her muscles strain and jerk, and I can't help but be amazed at how long her orgasm is lasting. Her mouth falls open as she gasps, her face turning red, but the look of pure bliss on her face has my hips continuing their relentless assault. I hear a ripping sound through the fog of lust and suddenly her hands are on me and her nails are buried in my back, pulling me down to crush our chests together. The tightening sensation in my balls becomes too much and I grit my teeth to try and hold on, to try and prolong her orgasm for as long as possible. Her insides grab me so firmly every time I bottom out, sucking me in deeper, and finally it becomes too much. "F-fuck LUCY!" I howl.
Her walls milk my cock and I roar, my own back arching and my eyes rolling back. My seed shoots deep inside of her convulsing body, our sweat soaked bodies jerking erratically. The pure pleasure blanks out my thoughts until all that my world consists of is the pulsing walls hugging my jerking cock and my vision whites out with bursts of starlight.
The tremors lessen until I come back to my own mind. The overwhelming pleasure hunches me over my beloved's completely boneless body. My hips twitch on their own, my member still buried inside of her, and she pants shamelessly. Slowly, she retracts her nails from my back, the pain making me suck in a breath through my teeth lightly. I fall to the side and pull her close, not wanting to relinquish our physical connection just yet.
"Holy….fuck…" she gasps. I nod enthusiastically. "That… was almost… too intense…" she continues, muscles still twitching. I chuckle.
"Sorry Blondie… I just really… wanted… to make sure… you were as satisfied as possible…" I begin between pants. "But… without… making you too sore to function…" I finish, my eyelids drooping. She smiles and her own eyelids flutter closed.
"M-Mission… accomplished…" she responds, her voice trailing off as she drifts off. I smile and brush a stray strand of hair behind her ear from her sweat soaked forehead, pressing a shaky kiss to the top of her head. "And you were right…" she sighs. I grin widely and her face pouts. "Smug bastard…"
"Love ya too, hun."
Giggity.
Hope you enjoyed this, cuz there isn't going to be any smut in the next few chapters. Don't worry, more is to come, it's just time to let canon take care of things for me (Because honestly it has all the necessary parts for a LaLu fic. You'll see what I mean.)