ShadowKurayami: Gajevy Love Fest Prompt 1 Today.

My Gajevy Love Fest posts might be late due to school and work starting soon.

Also. I absolutely love Wordsmith for giving me words to use.

Word used with Prompt: Kismet meaning Fate or Destiny

Gajevy

Prompt: First Time

One-Shot

Rated: NSFW

Kismet Evening

Summary:

Who said the first time together had to come after falling in love?

Set several months before Lucy joins Fairy Tail

Levy was doing a translation mission in Onibus, but since it was a simple mission she had gone solo. Jet and Droy had put up a fuss about their team leader going alone, but quickly both Mirajane and Erza had scolded the men.

She finished up early, but the trains were having issues so she was stuck in Onibus for the evening. Sitting at a pub, she sipped down some mixed drink.

Levy knew she was a light weight, but she also knew when enough was enough. There was a point in which she felt herself giddy and knew to stop, or she'd be a hyper little brat and goofy as all can be.

Her eyes darted around the bar, her body clad in a blue vest, a yellow bikini top, and a pair of black jeans that hugged her tightly. Her light pen tucked away in her pocket, and her hair was held back by a ribbon.

"What's a tiny thing like ya doin' here?"

Levy rolled her eyes. "Gee, like that is the first time I've been asked that tonight." She looked up at the man and blinked.

He wasn't the typical drunken man. His hair was a mess of long, raven black hair, his eyes were a piercing crimson, and his face was decorated with silver studs along his brow, nose, and chin.

"Probably not. But, yer pretty tiny, Shrimp. Gihehe."

She found his chuckle to be so odd, yet strangely attractive.

"Remember this big guy. I'm perfect height to punch you in the balls." She snapped, taking another sip of her drink. Liquid courage, alright. Once the glass was empty she pushed it away. Her eyes moving back to the man as he began laughing more.

She caught the mark on his shoulder, Phantom Lord. She heard of it, and she knew their reputation… but he didn't seem too bad besides his short jokes.

"Ya got some attitude their Shrimp." His fingers caught her chin and she raised a brow. It was definitely the alcohol talking, but she liked how he didn't back down from her alcohol induced sassiness.

"You're pretty cocky for someone I just threatened to punch where it hurts." She commented lightly. Her honey eyes were a bit hazy with alcohol. Enough to be tipsy, but not enough to be drunk and forget this night.

"Well, someone has to be man 'nough for a pretty, little thing like ya." His grin reminded her of a predator, like he wanted to eat her.

Just that thought had her mind going to more… pleasurable activities.

"Gonna at least give me a name, big guy?" She asked, slowly jerking her chin from his grip to set some jewels on the counter for the bar tender.

She definitely didn't do this kind of thing.

"Call me Kurogane." He grinned broadly. A moniker she recognized; Phantom Lord had Kurogane Gajeel, one of their top members.

She knew she should walk away.

"Acacia." She replied calmly. It was her middle name that very few people knew. Having been named after the small, brightly colored flower.

He grinned, he knew it wasn't her real name, but it would work.

But, somewhere in her soul…

"Nah, yer Shrimp. Maybe Shorty." He leaned into the bar. His six foot something towering over her five foot nothing.

She rolled her eyes before she found herself pulled to him. "Come along, Acacia… I'll show ya why you didn't just walk away." The hinting, low tone in his voice had her practically melting. His hand on her chin, thumb brushing her lower lip.

Something about this man… he was dark and dangerous and massive… her complete opposite, yet it was drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

She desired him from the moment her eyes looked at him.

Her lips parted and she lightly nipped at his thumb. "Then show me, Kurogane. Give me a reason to follow you."

Her words were small, yet they challenged him in ways he hadn't been challenged before. Women usually got up and followed him, not bantered at his joking comments… nor did they ever want a reason to follow.

She played a game with a deadly dragon, with her as a tiny faerie.

His hand let her chin, eyes distracted by her full, pink lips before his hand slid into her hair and he slammed his lips to hers in a rough kiss. Her gasp in surprise giving him the opportunity to push his tongue into the cavern of her mouth; tasting her, feeling her tongue weakly battle his.

She was sweet in ways he never knew. He needed to have this woman. She was tiny all around, small size, small breasts… yet her hips were well rounded giving her an amazing ass and her legs, although she was short, were long and shaped.

He could kill her. He could ruin her.

"That 'nough for ya, Shorty?" He smirked as he broke the kiss. Her gaze was hazy, utterly dazzled by the kiss.

Before he could get another word in, she fisted her hands in his shirt and yanked him back down, kissing him roughly. This time it was his turn to be surprised, but he couldn't help but enjoy this tiny woman kissing him.

And, she didn't hesitate in moving closer.

His arms roughly pulled her to him, lifting her easily. He had quickly forgotten that he and this pocket woman were in the middle of some cheap bar. "Come on, we're goin'." He growled lightly against her lips.

This time, she didn't protest, she just wrapped her arms around his neck and he easily carried her small body to his hotel room.

The door slammed shut as the couple went inside. It was a disarray of kissing and tearing at each other's clothes. Her vest had popped a button at his tugging, the fabric being thrown to the floor as she pushed his jacket form his arms.

He was built, his arms shaped, his chest defined under his shirt. Her lips met his in a rough kiss as his hands gripped her hips, slamming her back against the wall. "Fuck, woman." He growled in excitement as she moved to nibble on his lower lip.

Her hand moved to tug at his shirt and he grunted, using his pelvis to hold her up after she wrapped her legs around him, his arms tore his shirt up over his head.

Her hands fumbled with the small knot before letting the bikini top fall to the floor.

His lips avoided hers this time, and found her pert breasts. One of his large hands kneading the small mound as his lips and teeth sucked and nibbled on her nipple. He had left her nipple for a moment to bite on a smooth bit of skin on the small mound of her breasts. She hissed and yanked his hair; there was no doubt that would bruise by morning.

"Gihe…" He laughed lightly at her hiss. "Can't take a bit of pain?" He arched a studded brow as he smirked.

"I can take the pain…" So, she was a closet masochist. He didn't need to know that. "But if we're just here for you to bite me, I'll go back down to the bar and get someone to actually fuck me." She glared at him.

"Oh. I'll fuck ya. I like to toy with my girls."

"Mm but Kurogane…" She crooned, her hand cupping his cheek and caressing it in almost a loving manner before her hand gripped his hair and roughly yanked on the dark locks, forcing his head closer to hers. "I'm not one of your girls. So, either fuck me, or I'll find someone who will." She growled out.

He grinned, looking into her glaring eyes. It was interesting, he thought they were a shade of honey, turns out around the pupil they were an amber color that faded out into honey.

He liked that she challenged and played this verbal game of cat and mouse with him. No, she wasn't one of his girls, but if he had his choice she'd be his then and there. She was five foot nothing of pure sass and beauty.

He felt her hand in his hair tug him down to her lips, kissing him roughly. He didn't argue like he usually would; he found himself enjoying her challenge more than he would. His tongue forcing its way into her mouth, toying with her tongue… he was getting drunk off her scent and her taste.

Levy couldn't help but moan against his lips; this man's touch set her blood on fire. Her hands moved against his chest, feeling his muscles ripple under her touch.

The two could taste the alcohol on each other, and its silent promise of this being a one-time thing.

"Bed…" She whimpered, rocking her hips into him. The ache that started at the bar had grown painful by now.

"Say please." He chuckled making her pull her lips away from his. A sharp glare met his gaze before she leaned in, kissing his neck before suddenly biting down.

He hissed at the sudden bite. It didn't hurt as much as it surprised him that she'd bite him to reprimand him.

"Now, Kurogane. I want you now." She whined softly.

"Not yet, Shorty." His words made her growl. Feeling him pull her pants down, taking her panties with them, she was left naked in his arms.

Her mind fuzzy with confusion as he began lowering himself to his knees before all logical thought left her.

He wanted to see if all of her tasted as good as her lips. He had her back against the wall, her legs over his broad shoulders… and his mouth had quickly found her drenched slit.

He teased her with a long lick, proving to himself that she was sweet everywhere. His hands kneaded the flesh of her ass as his head turned, biting her inner thigh. He loved watching her pale skin darken with the imprint of his teeth… that after tonight she'd have bruises to remind her of him.

Her breathing was labored from excitement and pleasure, fingers entangled in his hair. Half lidded eyes looking down at him. His tongue was hot on her burning flesh… his piercings a shocking cold on the heated skin.

Her thighs would be decorated with his bites… she knew this when she felt him bite another spot and then another. The stinging mixture of pain and pleasure caused her to hiss out his moniker.

When he finally stopped leaving bite marks in her, she cried out in pleasure because his tongue found her clit, running over the bundle of nerves before pressing his face closer, sucking on it as he inhaled her scent.

Her scent was in layers: The weakest was of honeysuckle and lavender covered up with a stronger scent of ink and parchment and her arousal being the strongest was sharp and strong of cinnamon and other spicy, tangy scents he didn't recognize. It was so complex, but it was fitting.

Her taste was so sweet and simple, despite her complex scent of her, her magic, and her arousal. She tasted sweet and pure. And he couldn't help but feel suddenly so damn possessive over a girl that gave him a false name.

Her moans drowned out everything after a while. Focusing on her whines and moans as he sucked on her clit before moving to plunge his tongue into her. His eyes lifted to catch the sight of her.

Her head against the wall, back arched away, her thighs trembling on his shoulders as he tasted her inner walls. So tight and hot, she'd be a vice on his cock. That was for sure.

If he had been a good man, maybe he would have tried to keep her after tonight, but Gajeel Redfox was not a good man. He was a dog of Phantom Lord… a top dog, but still a dog to Jose nonetheless.

Pretty little blunettes were supposed to run from him, not beg him to make her cum like she was.

Her hands pushing him closer, gasping and moaning. "Please… I'm so close!" Her fingers tugging at his hair, her thighs fighting to close against him, to hold him in place.

He gave her what she wanted. A scream of pleasure tearing from her thrust as his arm wrapped around her leg to flick his thumb back and forth on her clit as his tongue swirled around inside her.

Usually he couldn't stand screamers, they were often too loud, too high pitched, too something. But her scream was beautiful. The sound of her screaming in pleasure as she came over his tongue made his cock twitch in his pants.

He moved up her body to place her on the floor, his fingers finding her blue hair to drag her into a kiss. She responded immediately, her tongue meeting his, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.

His large arm wrapped around her as he pulled her to the bed, not bothering to break the kiss. His hands letting her go long enough to shove his pants and boxers down his hips, kicking his boots off in the process.

"I want us to ride my cock, Shorty. I wanna see a tiny thing like you take all of me."

His grin made her bite her lip as she moved to pull away. Her cheeks set aflame when she saw his cock. Like his face, he was pierced elsewhere. Four on each side of his hips. Along the underside of his cock he bad four on each side of the shaft in a Jacob's Latter piercing, and through the head of his cock was a Prince Albert. And like the rest of him, he was huge.

Her small hands pushed on his chest to have him fall into the small inn bed. She didn't hesitate in straddling his lap, her soaked slit against the Prince Albert piercing.

It didn't matter that she wasn't a virgin; his size alone would make her feel like one. With how wet she was, and with all the precum he was leaking there was enough lubrication for her to lower herself on his cock.

"O-oh… fuck.." She panted as she moaned as slowly she took his large cock into her. Inch by inch sank into her.

Hot, wet, velvety walls clung to his shaft as he was inched inside. The deeper he got the tighter she was. By the time she had completely bottomed herself out, she was a vice around him.

"Fuck, yer so damned tight." He snarled in pleasure. Everything was demanding that he flip them over and pound her pussy into oblivion, but he wanted to watched her bounce on his cock… wanted to watch her pleasure herself, using his cock.

He was the biggest she had ever had before, and with the piercings they were rubbing every sweet spot she had. Slowly, her hands moved to his torso, resting against his sculpted abs as she began lifting her hips and dropping them down. The petite woman slowly riding him.

His eyes were swimming with lust, watching as she got into a steady rhythm. The blue haired girl had her head thrown back in pleasure. Whines and moans passing her lips. He also smirked at her pleasure induced comments on how big he was.

His hands lifted along the curve of her body, occasionally grunting with pleasure. His callused hand cupping her breast, thumb rolling around her nipple.

"A-ahh~… Kuro…ga..ne…"

Her broken moan of his moniker broke the last thread of control he had. Soon, he had her pinned beneath him. His hands at her thigh, sliding to behind her knee.

Crimson met honey and his hips pulled back. A whine of protest escaping her as he only let the head inside her. That sweet whine turned into a cry as he slammed himself back inside her. The sound of her moans and his pelvis slamming into her filled the air.

She was writhing in pleasure under him. Legs trembling, her pussy tightening as the sudden switch from her steady riding to his brute force sent her over the edge into another climax.

He let out choked groans, she was so tight and hot around him. Her second orgasm had her squeezing him. He just pounded into her tight body, through her orgasm. Her pants and moans were like a drug… he had to hear more.

"Shorty... Yer so damn tight. So fuckin' perfect fer my cock." He growled as his lips moved to one of her small breasts. Sucking on the pert nipple as he slowed his pace a bit, lengthening the thrusts to drag out her pleasure and to hold back on his own climax.

"Look at ya…" He growled against her breast. He couldn't help himself, while thrusting into her, his lips moved from her breast to her collar. Kissing and biting at her exposed flesh. He wanted her marked as his in place of the one making he couldn't give this perfect woman.

Bites and hickies covered her chest and shoulders. Her hair in complete disarray from losing her ribbon. She was a wild faerie, and he was a ruthless dragon. Something the orange lined guild mark on her back proved to him. A Fairy Tail mage with a Phantom Lord dog.

Arms wrapped around him, nails scratching along the length of his back when his cock or piercings pressed against a sensitive spot. Her moans were heavy and hot against his ear.

"Please… I want you to cum with me, Kurogane." Her whisper was a plead. "I'm on a contraceptive, so don't worry." She whispered, nuzzling behind his ear.

She didn't know why she desired that feeling so bad, but she was so glad Erza and Mira pushed for all the female mages to get on the contraceptive potion.

His thrusts suddenly doubled, hitting as deep and hard as they could. He usually just pulled out, but her pleading and telling him of her being on birth control… it was all he needed.

His lips parted in a hiss and growl of pleasure. His hand moving her legs around him as he slammed inside her. Grunting as he couldn't stop his climax any longer. The scream of pleasure that tore from her throat once more told him she was also at her limit.

His body went stiff, pulling her to him as he emptied himself deep within her. Her climax making her body milk him for all that he was worth.

Panting, he pulled from her. Admiring the sight of what he caused before he collapsed into the bed next to her. Her body littered with bites, finger and hand shaped bruises, and her leaking core; he caused all of that.

It had been a long time since anyone worked him up enough like that… and he wanted more, but he has a long trip ahead of him in the morning to get back to Oak Town.

Levy curled up against him, she was exhausted. She had only taken a few moments to fall asleep, her body curled into his for warmth and she was out like a light.

He chuckled and buried himself into his pillow before following suit.

When morning came Levy woke up sore…. Wonderfully, wonderfully sore. Her eyes hazy as she moved to look around the room. Her lover from last night was gone, and she wasn't too surprised. She went to clean up in the bathroom before frowning at a note that was left.

"Great time, Shrimp.

Keeping a prize.

-Kurogane."

Her eyes shot around the room. "Pants, top, vest, shoes… THAT ASSHOLE!"

She growled in annoyance, pulling what she had of her clothes on as she went to head to the train, wanting to get back to Magnolia and sleep for a week. She didn't bother hiding the marks… mainly because she couldn't until she got home where her make-up was.

She pouted the entire trip home and went directly to Fairy Hills to change and cover up the marks on her body.

"Not like I'll ever see him again anyways." She thought as she looked up at the sky once she got home, pausing at the front doors before pushing them open to greet everyone.

Gajeel had gotten home and threw his things onto his bed at the guild. His prize, her panties, tucked away safely.

He doubted he'd ever see the girl again. He had recognized her guild mark, Fairy Tail, easily just as she likely recognized his.

It wasn't for several months. He was being sent to Fairy Tail. He destroyed the guild, catching her scent in the building, showing she there often.

The next night, he was sent to attack Fairy Tails little light. Levy McGarden, leader of Team Shadow Gear. Jose wanted a war, and attacking her would get one.

Gajeel shrugged. It wasn't until he was on that rooftop that her realized who she was. Jealousy putting in his stomach at he two men with her.

It didn't matter, Monsters didn't get the girl. Bad guys never got the girl. He was the bad guy and a monster. He was down and attacking before they could even turn around. His eyes caught hers before his hand slammed her head into a wall.

Her teammates stayed down, but she got back up to fight.

She didn't last long. Throwing Solid Script: Fire at him, then she made her mistake of using Solid Script: Iron.

The look of horror on her face as he began eating the iron didn't compare to the pain her screams from his attacks caused him. He was the bad guy. It was better this way…

Pinning her to the tree last, ripping her vest open, he used the light pen Jose gave him to mark her skin with the Phantom Lord symbol.

"Monsters don't get the girl. And dragons sure as hell don't get to keep faeries. It's better this way…"

ShadowKurayami: Here we go now.

Did I add a bit of the No Panties prompt in there? Yes, yes I did. I felt my No panties prompt was very lack luster. So here is this to make up for it.

Also, I love the idea of Gajeel and Levy before the Phantom Lord attack. That they have some kind of relationship before he attacks.