Prompt: Domestic
Title: Wood
A/N: Very, very smutty. Enjoy!
Natsu smiled as he viewed the setting sun, glad to finally be heading back home. He, along with his exceed partner Happy, pulled the last cart of firewood behind them, their long day of toiling in the forest finally at an end. Cutting and carrying firewood all day had totally sucked; it was boring work, doing the same few motions over and over again. It hadn't even been that great of a workout—not for the dragon-slayer at least.
In the past he wouldn't have even bothered with such a task. Both him with his fire magic and Happy with his fur coat keeping them warm, they hadn't needed too much in the way of heat, especially for Magnolia's fairly mild winters. He could use his magic to heat any hot water they had needed, so the only times they really needed a wood fire was for certain types of cooking. Even then there had always been a strong preference to eat elsewhere—Mira's standard fare at the guild far outshining anything that he or Happy could make for themselves.
That was before though. Before Lucy came into his life and changed up how he did things. And now that she had finally moved in with Natsu and Happy, keeping his house heated was a necessity.
Now he had someone living with him that didn't have a fur coat or an unusually high body temperature. He had someone that insisted on daily hot showers and the occasional bath. He had someone whose cooking he enjoyed eating not only because she was pretty good at it (not as good as Mira, of course, but still pretty damn good for a girl who grew up with a chef to cook all her meals for her), but because she made food for him specifically.
The least he could do was keep her comfortable. A clean, warm, and fed Lucy was by far happier than one that wasn't. And it was, after all, one of his goals in life now to make her happy.
The other goal, of course, was to live his life every day in such a way that Igneel would be proud of him. Really though, what better way was there to make his father proud of him than by taking care of those he loved?
Today may have been filled with long, boring work, but really, gathering wood for Lucy had been nothing compared to what he'd had to do to make his cottage livable for her. Fixing the leaky plumbing, patching up the holes in his roof, and cleaning up his junk had taken more of his time and effort than he liked—and those were just a few of the small jobs he'd had to do. The most arduous task in his remodeling had to definitely be the addition of actual bedrooms—no longer was the hammock in his living room his main resting place; Lucy's comfortable bed now furnished the room she currently shared with him.
Making these changes to his house and life had its perks though. One was that Lucy often invited him to join in during her bath time now—and if he thought it was great in the past using her old apartment's bathtub alone, it was like a little piece of heaven being able to take one with her! He wouldn't mind taking a bath a couple of times a day if Lucy was part of the package.
His mind wandered as he walked. Memories of Lucy, wet and slippery, soap bubbles clinging to her skin flooded his brain, bringing a goofy grin to his face and a familiar sensation to his groin. He knew he should stop; Happy would surely notice and give him shit for it, having an uncanny knack for knowing what was going on in his head.
As if on cue, Happy interrupted him from his pleasant thoughts.
"What's that weird look for, Natsu?" he asked, amusement apparent in his question.
"Just thinking about Lucy." Natsu answered, deciding not to hide it. Happy would wheedle it out of him anyway.
"Oh, really?" Happy responded, waggling his eyebrows at him and giggling. "You never do that!"
Natsu let him have his fun. Happy rarely got to tease either of them now, his old catchphrase of "You liiiike her (or "You liiiike him", if Happy was teasing Lucy), having lost its effectiveness when Natsu and Lucy could openly admit that they in fact did like each other.
"Do you think we've got enough wood for her?" Happy asked a few minutes later, his mirth at Natsu's thoughts having passed.
"It better be. We've got like a mountain of firewood in the yard now."
"Good." Happy replied, sighing in relief. His face then brightened and Happy voiced the thought that had suddenly come to him. "Since we stocked the yard with wood today, do you think we could stock the freezer with fish tomorrow?"
Natsu laughed at his friend's one-track mind. "Sure, buddy. Let's do it."
Finally at home, the duo deposited the cart next to the large stack of firewood they had collected. The pile could probably use something to shelter it, to keep it dry from the rain and snow, but he'd worry about that another day. Right now, it was time to see the woman he had been doing all this for.
"Hey, Lu-" he called out as he stepped through the door, his words dying in his throat as he surveyed the scene before him.
Lucy was in the kitchen, facing away from him, her body bent over as she struggled with something in a lower cabinet. The short little dress she wore had hiked itself up in her effort, giving Natsu an excellent view of her upper thighs and lower ass.
He felt the beginning of stirrings in his loins; the arousing sight was firing him up.
Happy giggled. "Lucy, are you wearing a thong?!"
Oddly enough there was no response, and when Lucy straightened again, a large pot in her hands, he saw that she wore the headphones that she had recently purchased, having wanted the item to pass the time on long train rides and when working about the house as she was doing now.
As she filled the pot with water and set it on the stove, she bounced and swayed, her eyes closed as she nodded along to the music playing.
Now that she was upright again, he could see that she wore an apron over her small dress, the material pulled tight, emphasizing all of her curves. It didn't help matters either that the sight of Lucy in an apron played into the slight Lucy-as-a-maid fetish that he had. By the way her chest jiggled as she danced around, Natsu became convinced that Lucy was not wearing a bra. He drunk in her appearance, becoming more and more turned-on as he watched.
"Natsu, look..." Happy began, but stopped in his tracks and sighed deeply when he saw the familiar lust-filled expression on his partner's face. "...Okay, I guess I can make myself scarce." From the vase on the table, he grabbed a flower for Charle, a tip given to him by Lucy for which he was immeasurably thankful for, and headed back out the open door. "I'll be back in a couple hours; you better be done by then. I already have enough trauma as it is from the last time!"
Natsu barely heard him, so entranced was he by Lucy's hopping and bopping as she measured out ingredients and placed any dirty dishes in the sudsy dishwater nearby. He vaguely remembered closing the door before padding over to the kitchen and Lucy.
By now, Lucy had finished at the stove, the chicken and vegetable stew by the smell of it happily simmering away. Currently she was occupied with the dishes in the sink, scrubbing away at a large bowl and humming along with the music only she could hear.
When he finally reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind suddenly, making her scream and jump in surprise from the action. Her reaction had him automatically busting out in laughter.
"Natsu! You startled me!" Lucy admonished as she pulled the headphones off and set them on the counter.
Natsu only chuckled in reply, hugging her closely, taking a nice, long sniff of Lucy's hair, sighing in contentment at her fragrant scent.
"Did you get lots of wood for me?" Lucy questioned, settling back into Natsu's chest as his hug turned into slow, sensual caresses.
"Oh yeah, I got 'wood' all right." Natsu answered, grabbing Lucy by a hip as he ground her rear end against him. Shifting her long blonde hair to one side, Natsu descended upon the bare expanse of her neck, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses from her shoulder to her ear.
"Y-you do...don't you?" Lucy stammered breathlessly, her skin quickly becoming heated from Natsu's attentions.
"Wait! Where's Happy?" she suddenly asked, agitated, trying to pull out of Natsu's grasp.
"Charle, of course." Natsu answered, pulling her back against him, grunting when her rump pressed pleasantly against his rigid shaft. "He said something about not wanting to be traumatized again."
"That cat.." she said, relaxing into him again, all thoughts about the blue exceed quickly leaving her mind.
"Oh, that's nice." she breathed, when Natsu pulled her earlobe into his mouth, lightly nibbling on it. His hands had started roaming up her outer thighs, lifting up the hem of her dress to hook his fingers around the tiny strings of her panties.
"These things ought to be banned." he murmured in her ear, rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger.
"You like it." Lucy purred at him, bringing an arm up to rest her hand along the side of his face.
"Hell yeah, I do." He agreed heartily. He liked Lucy's lacy underwear, her short skirts, her halter tops. On the other hand, he also liked it when she wore more conservative things such as fuzzy sweaters, jeans, and the occasional long, flowing dress. And he certainly couldn't deny that he also liked it when she wore nothing at all. He guessed he just liked Lucy.
He pushed the tiny article of clothing down over her hips and thighs, Lucy helping shimmy out of them after they were past her knees. Natsu then unzipped the back of her dress, pushing the straps off her shoulders and down her arms.
His hands, slipping in between apron and dress, gravitated towards her breasts, freeing the generous mounds from the dress's loosened bodice.
"Fuck, do I love your tits!" he growled in appreciation, squeezing them roughly, his fingers rubbing her nipples into hard buds.
"You certainly do like to fixate on them." Lucy said, letting out a whimper when he coordinated what his hands were doing with a particularly hard grind of his hips against her bottom.
"There's just something about them..." They were soft, warm, and squishy—already good reasons to love playing with them. Add to that that his attentions to them always fired up Lucy, why wouldn't he naturally want to touch them?
While one hand continued its assault on her chest, the other began to drag past her waist, over her hip, and down her thigh. Reaching the hem of her short dress, he slid his hand underneath, heading for the area between her legs.
When his fingers found their destination, Lucy was already drenched. His digits glided effortlessly along her wet folds. He inserted one calloused finger inside her core, grinning at Lucy's moan of pleasure. Using his thumb to stimulate her clit, he began to pump in and out. Lucy wriggled as she enjoyed his ministrations, her ass moving in such a way to cause delicious friction against his well-established boner.
Natsu inserted another finger into her soaked center, increasing his pace. She bucked wildly against his hand, moaning each time his digits hit that sweet spot inside. In his other hand her nipples had become hard little pebbles and she squealed in delight when he gave one a pinch.
Her aroused scent was coming off her in waves. It, and the sight of Lucy squirming in pleasure had gotten him rock hard.
"Natsu, I need you! Fuck me! Fuck me, please!" Lucy cried out between panting breaths.
He was only too happy to oblige.
Hurriedly, he undid his pants, pulling them and his boxers down enough to free his turgid length. Taking it in one hand, he ran his cock along Lucy's wet cleft, coating the head in her juices. He lined up at her entrance, and then with a quick snap of his hips, he was seated deeply inside her.
It felt so fucking good.
Gripping her tightly by the hips, he began to thrust. Lucy, bent over to allow deeper penetration, palmed the counter in front of her, her knuckles turning white in her effort to hold on.
Her breasts swayed back and forth as he pounded into her, straining against the apron; he was in danger of being hypnotized and losing himself by the erotic sight. Tearing his gaze away, he focused instead on the sight of his dick pushing in and out of Lucy's slit. While, just as erotic, this sight reminded him more of Lucy's needs.
He loved everything about his current position: the feel of how tightly Lucy's inner walls clenched him, the way her butt rippled when he slammed into her, the sounds of bliss escaping Lucy's mouth.
"I'm so close, Natsu!" Lucy exclaimed, almost sobbing in ecstasy. "More! More!"
He'd give her more alright.
Hooking one arm under one of her legs, he lifted it, spreading Lucy wide. He wasn't a hundred percent sure about Lucy, but the change in position was awesome for him. He cock filled her to the hilt; he grunted and groaned every time his balls came in contact with her fluid-covered cleft. Relying on Lucy's grip on the counter to keep them steady, Natsu moved his hand from her hip to her slick core. Two fingers rubbed at her clit, Natsu adding a tiny bit of lightning-fire magic as he stroked the sensitive pearl.
It had its desired effect. Lucy let out a loud cry as she hit her peak. Her walls immediately clenched down on his dick, bringing about his own orgasm. The hand that had been pleasuring her clasped her tightly about the waist, holding on for dear life as he filled her to the brim with his seed.
Sated, the couple came apart, pulling their clothing back on, with the exception of Lucy's thong. That she teasingly left off.
They ate the stew Lucy had prepared, it luckily having escaped being burnt during their activities. When they were finished, their bowls and spoons soaking in the dish water, Lucy grabbed Natsu by his scarf and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
"How long was happy going to be gone for?" she asked between kisses.
"He said a couple of hours. Why?"
Lucy pulled his head down, whispering her intentions into his ear.
Slipping her hand in his pants, Lucy grabbed him by his manhood, leading the way to the bedroom. Ready for round two, the "wood" in his pants twitched in anticipation as he willingly followed.