a/n. y'all Im sorry for the long wait, I had a busy week... anywho, smut ahead.
The Wedding pt. 1
A couple of weeks before the wedding took place.
"Remember—show remorse. You hear me? Remorse. Say it with me, now,"
"Okay, okay. I hear you!"
"No, no. Say it with me; show—"
"Remorse! Show. Remorse. Happy?"
"Not until we get the OK. I am not getting married in the guild, Laxus—as much as I love our guild, it is my literal dream to get married in the Kardia Cathedral."
"Babe, I hear you. We're gonna nail this just fine. Have a little faith on your awesome fiancé."
Lucy chuckled and shook her head in a playful disbelief, while putting her arm around Laxus' waist, snuggling into him as his arm was around her shoulders. They were walking to Kardia Cathedral—the dean's office, to be exact to get his permission so that they can hold their wedding in the Cathedral.
It's been months since Laxus got down on his knees and proposed to her—a fact that Lucy herself still couldn't wrap her head around. Even after months wearing the engagement ring, she still found herself dumbfounded by the situation. It felt totally surreal. Lucy squinted her eyes as the sun glared from above, hitting the medium-sized diamond that was resting on her ring finger. She glanced at the yellow diamond that was set among four tapered prongs, for the hundredth time today, partly to admire the ring and partly to assure herself that this was all real. She was getting married. To Laxus! Staring at the ring again, Lucy couldn't help but admire it. Laxus had really outdone himself as this was probably the most perfect ring she had ever seen. She loved everything about it, how the yellow diamond always sparkles like the stars—and how it also reminded her of his lightning.
After the news of their engagement, the guild went on to have a party for a week straight. Of course, there were some of their guildmates that have known about their engagement beforehand since they took part in Laxus' proposal plan. But despite knowing the engagement beforehand, that still didn't stop their guildmates from partying so hard, even harder than when they first announced their relationship.
It was way chaotic, too. Juggling between the crying Makarov, the ever so overbearing Mirajane, the screaming Natsu, the naked Gray and the out of tune singing Gajeel was overwhelming (not that it didn't happen everyday)—but they were celebrating her happiness, well, her and Laxus' and Lucy couldn't thank them enough, so she attended every. single. party. She and Laxus managed to drink everything offered to them. Shots after shots and games after games, they tend to them all.
Lucy figured that it was okay to let loose, after everything she had been through, she decided that she deserved to be this happy and she wanted to make sure her friends knew that, too. Lucy couldn't deny the fact that, for the first few months after finding Aquarius' key, she felt undeserving of such happiness—of how light her heart felt. She would often feel anxious by the peacefulness settling inside of her because she had gone on for so long searching for Aquarius. She had endured the agonizing feelings every time she didn't find her, and those negative feelings just simply became second nature to her, a habit so to speak.
That was why, when she finally felt like she could breathe normally again, she was scared. She was scared that the happiness that she was feeling was too much—so much so that it would fade away before she could grasp all of them. She was scared that the moment wouldn't last and that she had to go back to the despair that had become her companion for a long time. Of course, Laxus who had since the fight never left her side again, offered to help her deal with the emotion, however Lucy refused as she believed that she had to be the one that pull herself out of the blackhole she created. Lucy had to first come to terms with everything. So, she did.
It took her quite a while and it wasn't an easy process, too. It took a lot of opening up to her friends, especially to Team Natsu, a lot of sleep, a lot of cutting back from drinking and finally a lot of courage to really forgive herself and to accept everything that has happened. It was tough, especially the forgiving part and to be frank, if Laxus wasn't beside her in every step of the way, Lucy would probably never forgiven herself.
It was for that reason that Lucy felt inclined to finally let loose and celebrate with her friends. Even though three days into the party, Lucy was already forbidden from drinking more alcohol by Laxus, she still managed to have so much fun. After the said party, every one of her friends each took the role of managing Lucy's wedding, with Mira as the leader of the event. Lucy and Laxus knew that they had no say in it, knowing how seriously deadly the matchmaking she-devil was planning their wedding, so they just sat back and observed.
It was two months later when everything was set in place and the only thing missing from their wedding was the venue. Of course, the guild was the first option to choose, however as Lucy had dreamt so much about the Cathedral, they decided that they wanted to have the wedding there. Which brought us back to the current situation.
See, when they first sent a letter to the Cathedral, they were rejected with a hard no. Being the bride and all, Lucy was bummed, especially when she found out that the reason the Cathedral said no was because of Laxus. Laxus and his past rebellious phase that took place at the Cathedral many years ago. Smashed roof, shattered windows, burned floor, and multiple swords marks made the Cathedral's mind set on not letting the whole Fairy Tail set foot inside it ever again.
Lucy was pulled from her train of thoughts when she heard Laxus spoke, "Why can't we do this my way anyway?" he suggested.
"Laxus, we are not going to threatened them into submission!" Lucy huffed, gently smacking his back.
He groaned in disappointment, clearly, he was still reluctant to kneel and beg the church for forgiveness.
"I mean, I already sent an apology letter after the battle of Fairy Tail, why are they still being petty over it?" he complained again, "Ughh, I really don't want to do this, Lucy. Let me just zapped them. Just a little bit, hm?" The last sentence resulted in another smack to his back, this time harder than the previous, but of course it did absolutely nothing to his rock hard back.
"No! I told you; we're going there again to show our sincerity. Plus, I'm sure they'll love it when they see you begging for forgiveness, they'll be like: 'The Almighty Laxus came by and apologizes?!' trust me, they'll eat it up." She reasoned; her face full of determination.
Lucy glanced at Laxus and she saw that reluctance was still gracing his face, then Lucy decided to add one more thing.
"I'll give you an extra something special if it went well." To which Laxus' eyes perked in interest.
"What kind of extra something?" his deep voice rang with curiosity and intrigue.
Lucy grinned suggestively, "Just… something," she winked, her hand that was resting on his hips playfully squeezed the side of his hips and snaked to his backside where her palm found his bum, where she, again gave a playful squeeze on his sculpted ass.
Surprised, Laxus couldn't help but let out a quiet gasp. He glanced at Lucy, one of his eyebrows raising and his lips was pulled in a knowing smirk. Thank goodness he was wearing his signature fur-lined coat, because Lucy's hand that was on his butt was covered by the heavy material.
"Gotta do my best then," was all he said before they arrived right in front of the dean's office.
Even without Lucy's extra surprise, Laxus was already set on apologizing to the church—even though he was much preferred on using force on the church people. Laxus had known for a long while that Lucy had adored the Cathedral so much, so he made it his personal mission to make it their wedding place. He was willing to do anything for her, just to see the wide smile she would place on her sweet, sweet face.
The reluctance on his face was only his stupid pride speaking and cringing about the thought of kneeling and begging for forgiveness—of course that was just an expression, he wasn't going to actually kneel and beg to them. They were just going to have a civil conversation. A very, very civil conversation. But the thought of civil conversation not working made him cringe because Lucy would actually order him to kneel, which he never did. To anyone—well, maybe except Lucy. His plan was, if being civil didn't work, then his fist would be the one talking; he wasn't going to take no for an answer, not when his adorable fiancé had longed for the Cathedral for so long. He was going to do absolutely everything so that they could have their wedding in the Cathedral, even if it meant building one that was as majestic and beautiful—if not, more.
Laxus knocked on the door firmly, earning a soft 'come in' from the person inside. With a determined sigh, he curled his fingers around the cold, brass handle and opened the door, letting Lucy stepped in first before he followed suit.
The dean looked a tad bit surprised when he saw Laxus entering the office, evidently showed by a scared gasp that escaped his mouth. Laxus bit back a snicker as he saw the dean jump out of his seat and gestured both to sit.
Laxus had never met the man before, however, Dean Samuel was known to be a man of unassuming nature. His thin, bespectacled face wore a perplexed expression that was clearly shown for the blonde dragon slayer himself.
Standing at a mere 5'5", Laxus was well aware of the intimidation he exuded towards Dean Samuel, as his 6'5" figure easily towered over his small stature. With a polite smile, Laxus thanked the dean and took his seat in front of him. A tense air soon befell them—mainly from the dean, and Laxus wasn't going to break the ice first, so he took the chance to glance at the office.
The office exuded an air of quiet authority. It was adorned with gothic architectural elements, echoing the design of the Cathedral itself. Tall, stained-glass windows allowed soft, multicolored light to filter in, casting vibrant patterns on the stone floor. The walls were lined with dark wood paneling, which had aged gracefully over the years. Rows of wooden shelves stood beside the Dean's working table that held collection of various ancient books, manuscripts, and artifacts. The whole office, Laxus thought, was very church-y. Not the kind of place he often associated with. His eyes trailed along behind the dean's highchair, which on the wall a crucifix had hung prominently, gleaming under the illuminating sunlight.
An all-too-familiar sparkle caught his eyes, and he instantly whipped his attention back to one of the wooden shelves, almost choking on his spit when his eyes landed on the objects.
There, in between all of the ancient books and manuscript that had Laxus almost gasping for air of how dusty they were, an unexpected sight greeted him. It was uncanny how seamlessly the objects blended in with the rest of the ancient books, considering it was far from ancient—and books. It wasn't a book at all. It was something Laxus was familiar with, too familiar even, as he himself had the same objects locked in a secret drawer in his office.
Not one, not two, but nine different figurines of his beloved. Yes, there were nine Lucy figurines adorning the dusty bookshelf—seemingly the only thing that wasn't dusty. To top it all off, all the figurines featured the limited edition of Lucy in her star dress uniform! Even Laxus did not have that many of the star dress editions (the Dean practically had one outfit short on the collection). Much to his displeasure, some of the figurines were sold when Laxus was out of town for an S-Class mission and didn't get his hands on both the Taurus star dress and the Virgo star dress, which were his most favorite outfits. Laxus almost had every collection of Lucy figurines that Fairy Tail had produced, basic outfit, bunny outfit, princess outfit, you name it, Laxus was practically a real committed collector.
But enough about Laxus and his secret hobbies of collecting his soon-to-be wife figurines, he was torn between feeling jealous of the Dean's collection and feeling anger at how some other guy had his hands on Lucy figurines. He turned his attention back to the tense fellow in front of him and glanced at Lucy. Then, as if a lightbulb had clicked in his head, he turned back to where the figurines were. A laugh escaped his mouth, and he was forced to disguise it as a cough when Lucy shot a sharp glare to his face. Biting back a smile, Laxus tried to keep it to himself as he figured out a more certain way to have their wedding at the Cathedral. But first, he had to make Lucy get out of the office. He wasn't going to let her know anytime soon that he had a crippling obsession with collecting her figurines.
An awkward cough pulled him out of his thoughts, "Ahem… Laxus," the dean nodded tensely before turning his attention to Lucy and nodded, less tense.
"Lucy. Thank you for your visit, but I believe I've made myself clear on where I stand toward your wedding venue approvals." Despite looking a tad bit nervous, the dean spoke firmly, although not directly looking into Laxus' eyes.
"We understand, Dean Samuel. We're just here to—" Laxus cut Lucy off before she could continue.
"Uh, honey could you check whether the seats would fit all of our guests, while you're at it go check with the other priest if you can summon Lyra when the wedding takes place." Laxus put a hand on Lucy's forearm and gave it a squeeze, sending her a look that meant just leave it to me.
When all Lucy's response was that of a mixed look of confusion and skeptical, Laxus knew she didn't get the memo.
"Ahem, what are you doing? I thought I told you, you can't use the Cathedral?" the dean's voice pulled them out of their silent gaze.
Laxus wasn't one to panic, but at that moment, he had no reasonable explanation to give to the Dean, so he just blurted out whatever was in his head in response.
"Oh, Dean Samuel, my wife here adores your church so much so that when you rejected our application, she wouldn't eat and sleep for three days in a row. I told her we could go in play pretend as if we're getting married here—so she can at least have the feelings of the Cathedral, you know?" Laxus put his hand to his mouth and looked away, as if to feign dismay—unaware of the bewildered look he got from Lucy and the fact that he just called her his wife.
The Dean's confounded gaze shifted from the "disheartened" Laxus to bewildered Lucy. When his eyes laid on Lucy, a look of pity escaped his eyes and Laxus internally pumped his fist at the sight.
"Ahem… very well, miss Lucy. You may, uh, check with the other priest." His unsure voice carried a light pitiful tone as he gestured his hand to show Lucy the door to the nave.
Lucy, who was still out of her mind trying to figure out what kind of weird plant Laxus had ingested was gently being escorted out of her seat by Laxus. He opened the door for her and mouthed the word "trust me" before giving her a gentle nudge to go to the nave. As the door closed behind a dumbfounded Lucy, a thought managed to pop out, did he just call me his wife?
Did I just call her my wife? Was what Laxus thought when the door closed in front of him. Biting the inside of his cheek to stop a smile from forming on his lips, Laxus turned his body around to face the Dean (who was at this point was so apprehensive, he was on the edge of his seat).
"I apologize," Laxus started off, earning him a skeptical countenance from the Dean "for what happened on Fantasia, I mean. I apologize." Laxus let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. That wasn't so hard at all. It wasn't bad, too. Huh, Laxus might just try to apologize more. On top of that, Lucy wouldn't be able nag him about not apologizing. Now, the Dean must reject him again for his real plan to succeed…
"Ahem… why, of course. All is forgotten, you need not to worry, Laxus." A faint smile graced the dean's lips momentarily before fading, replaced by a more serious expression.
"I hope the apology was sincere because my answer would still be no." bingo. As he had expected, the dean wouldn't be swayed by an apology. Laxus had his fair share of experience when dealing with the Cathedral people—that they are a stubborn bunch. So, when Lucy told him to apologize, in his mind, Laxus could already predict what the outcome would be—besides feeling reluctant about apologizing.
Laxus nodded, "Of course, dean Samuel. You can rest assured that all is sincere." Praying to Mavis that his plan would work, Laxus braced himself as he straightened his shoulder and put on what Lucy would call his signature shit-eating grin.
He paused for a moment before gesturing to the wooden shelf beside him, "I noticed you have a rather interesting hobby," his eyes glanced at the well-kept figurines that were sparkling under the sunlight.
Dean Samuel was caught off guard at first, couldn't believe that the figurines he placed on the perfect hiding place would be so easily found by the crass blonde mage in front of him.
"Yes, well. Miss Lucy did a lot of volunteer work here in the Cathedral. That was our form of support for her." The dean brushed it off, his somewhat soft voice was surprisingly steady, unlike his shaky demeanor.
"Oh, I have them, too. A proud collector if I must say so myself. I have various editions—even the first ever edition Fairy Tail produced, heard it's a bit hard finding those editions now." Laxus boasted, the shit-eating grin was practically glued to his face.
If Laxus didn't have the dragon slayer miracle, he would've missed the flash of envy that crossed dean Samuel's eyes. Double bingo.
"Although I must say that is an impressive collection you got there. I don't even have that much myself." As a response to Laxus' statements, dean Samuel couldn't help but puffed out his chest, his expression gave a slight look of proud.
Laxus' smile couldn't even get any wider as he continued, "But I see you haven't gotten the Aquarius' star dress yet?" he asked, head cocked to the side as he raised an eyebrow.
The dean paused for a moment, "It was sold out…" finally he uttered in a small voice and Laxus could hear the faint disappointment in his tone.
Laxus had to bite back a chuckle before he could utter the next sentences, "Oof… I heard they don't produce that anymore. You must be bummed." he uttered the last sentence in a sigh.
Laxus rapped his fingers on the armchair in a steady rhythm, he waited until he saw the dean's expression shook before proceeded to the real "apology" he had in hand. It was all about the timing, Laxus thought.
"Well, I happen to have an extra lying around… I mean, since we're friends, now, I guess I could give it to you. Wait—we're friends, right? I just sort of assumed because you accepted the apology and all but I'd understand if you're still reluctant to—"
"Of course, we are! Hahah! I told you that all is forgotten." Gone was his shaky demeanor and was replaced with a quiet excitement. Laxus could practically see dean Samuel's eyes sparkle at the mention of the Aquarius star dress figurines—the one thing that was missing from the collection.
Although Laxus' heart was heavy with the thought of handing one of his precious possessions to some other guy, he knew that it must be done. It was a necessary sacrifice on his part. All for the look of joy that will grace his soon-to-be wife's face.
Laxus let out a hearty laugh. "I'm glad, dean Samuel." He offered his hand to give the dean a handshake and the dean shook it with a contained enthusiasm.
"On that note," Laxus brought up his index fingers, "as a friendly gesture, I also want to give you one of the first edition figurines that I have—to commemorate this day, if you may." Laxus figured that this was probably overkill, but he was so close to getting the yes from the dean that he couldn't care about how shitty he'd feel later about giving away what was his.
At this point, the dean could no longer hide his excitement as his eyes widened in anticipation.
"Oh, you shouldn't, really. This much is enough." Although he was declining, his eyes stated otherwise as it gleamed even brighter with excitement.
Laxus put his hands up, "No, no. I insist. Just take it as a personal gratitude from me for earlier, with Lucy,"
There was a moment of pause before Laxus began standing up from his seat. "Right," Laxus clapped his hands lightly.
"I probably should be going," he glanced at his wristwatch and offered his hand to the dean one more time for a handshake, "Thank you again, for letting Lucy play pretend in the Cathedral and everything. Oh, I'll send someone to give you the package." He gave the dean one big grin before turning to walk towards the door.
Just before Laxus' hand reached the handle, dean Samuel cleared his throat in an attempt to catch Laxus' attention.
I got you. Was what Laxus was thinking before he spun and face the dean, now standing up with a smile on his face.
"Tell you what, since we're friends now, I'll let you use the Cathedral for your wedding. Take it as a friendly gesture,"
I'm so getting laid tonight.
Laxus put the neatly wrapped Aquarius star dress Lucy figurine carefully in a box. He was currently in his office, sitting cross-legged in front of his now opened secret drawer that holds all his figurine collections. His large hands reached inside the drawer and gently grabbed two of the first edition Lucy figurines and placed them both on his lap. Regret had begun to seep in as he stared at both figurines in dismay. The one on the left was a Fantasia special edition figurine which showed Lucy in a wool lined, strapless, hot pink top with a bow adorning the chest area paired with a white pleated skirt with a contrasting maroon hem that stopped just above her knees. The outfit was also paired with an elbow length white glove that also were maroon at the hem.
It was the next morning after the festival had ended, after Lucy told him to come back. On his way out of Magnolia, he had passed by one of the booths Fairy Tail had set up for the festival and Max was there, packing up the last of the booth. At first, Laxus had no intention of stopping by at all, but as he passed it, he couldn't help but notice a familiar blonde hair in the booth. He did a double take before realizing that it was, in fact, Lucy figurine in the same outfit that she had worn when she told him to come back. The exact outfit that made her constantly showed up on his mind. Laxus didn't know what came over him at that time, but the next thing he knew, he was already carrying the exact figurine with him. Ever since then, Max had been the sole witness of Laxus' very much out of character behavior of buying Lucy figurines.
Granted, when he finally let out the figurine on the motel he stayed in in the next town, Laxus was so weirded out that he told himself it was going to be the last time he ever bought such things. But the next thing he knew he had a whole different collection stashed in his rucksack. Despite him being on the 'soul searching journey' and out of Magnolia, the figurines were everywhere. He was almost awed at how extensive the sales distribution was.
Meanwhile, the other figurine on his lap was another first edition that he had managed to purchase out of town—again, much to his astonishment. This time, it was Lucy wearing an orange off-shoulder 8Island maid/waiter dress. At that time, Laxus thought that her low pigtails were rather cute and in it went to his rucksack.
He fixed a steady gaze on both figurines, seemingly weighing which amongst the two would make him less irritated if he were to give it away.
The answer was neither. Laxus let out a heavy sigh at the thought of giving one or the other away. As he stared intently at Lucy figurine's winking face, he remembered the events that happened earlier, right after he successfully got permission from the dean.
~sometime after they got the cathedral's permission~
"I still can't believe we did it—well, you did it," Lucy gushed once they were out of the cathedral. She had her hands cupping her cheeks, her expression showed a joyful disbelief.
A sense of pride washed over Laxus who was plastering a wide grin at the sight of Lucy's astonishment. He shrugged lightly, as if to tell her that it wasn't such a big deal and ruffled her hair before grabbing her hand and intertwining it with his.
"But you still wouldn't tell me how you did it," Lucy pointed out when they started walking away from the cathedral.
Laxus chuckled in response. He wasn't going to tell her what had actually happened, no, he wasn't going to tell her any time soon, probably ever. As far as he knew, the only person who had knowledge of Laxus' secret hobby was Max the Storekeeper. And he intended to keep it that way. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like if Lucy were to find out his "hobby". Just imagining the amount of teasing she'd do to him made Laxus filled with dread.
"It's a secret." Was all he said.
Lucy glanced at him and pouted, "You're no fun." She grumbled, looking away from Laxus' gaze to sulk.
Laxus stopped in his tracks and positioned himself to be in front of the sulking Lucy. His hands reached for her cheeks and gently moved her head to look directly at him. He knew Lucy was just pretending to sulk since he could faintly see the twitch on the corner of her lips. Laxus gently rubbed his thumb against her plump lips and stretched the corners upwards so it would form a smile. He snickered to himself at the sight and before Lucy could protest, Laxus tugged her face closer to his until their lips just barely brushed against each other. Laxus could feel Lucy's staggering breath against his lips, and he wasted no time capturing her lips with his, pulling her into a deep kiss.
Lucy's lips tasted sweet, he didn't know if it was from all the smoothies she drank or the new gloss she was wearing but it made Laxus sucked and nibbled on her bottom lip slowly, savoring the sweetness of her luscious lips, erupting a quiet groan from Lucy, her hand slid to his chest, gripping his purple shirt tightly. When Laxus felt her breath getting heavier, he pulled away from the kiss which made her give a slight whimper. With hands still rested on both her cheeks, Laxus rested his forehead against hers. Lucy's chest was heaving from the lack of air, she shut her eyes and leaned against his forehead.
"And you," Laxus whispered breathlessly, "should get my something special ready." Lucy's eyes snapped open, Laxus had already lifted his forehead from hers and was staring at her with a devious smirk.
Feeling warmth creeping up her cheeks, Lucy managed to roll her eyes before sliding her hand on Laxus's chest. She stood on her tippy toes and brought her face closer to his ears, making Laxus' breath caught in his throat. Laxus could feel Lucy's lips softly tracing feathers along his neck to his earlobe. He tensed when he felt Lucy's breath fanning his ear, lightly grazing his earlobe with her teeth. Laxus could barely contain himself as she started to nibble it and his hands shot out to her waist, gripping it tightly as if to hold him and herself back.
He snapped his eyes shut when Lucy took a breath, "Pervert." She whispered playfully before taking a step back once she felt the grip on her waist lessened.
Laxus disgruntledly stared at Lucy's amused face, her lips pursed from holding back laughter. He crossed his arms once a laugh escaped her mouth.
Wiping away the nonexistent tear from her eye, Lucy wrapped her arm around Laxus', "C'mon let's go," she giggled, tugging on his arm.
Before Laxus could walk with her, he remembered that he had to pack the figurines first. Cursing internally, he put his hand on top of Lucy's hand that was resting on his forearm.
"Shit—actually…" he hesitated, Laxus really did not want to let Lucy go back first, not when she had promised him a reward, not when she teased him like that.
Lucy hummed in response and turned to look at him, "I just remembered I had urgent paperwork in the office." He groaned and Lucy's face fell. Fuck, he really did not want to go to the guild.
Laxus tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, "See you back at my place?" he suggested, his hand gently brushing her cheek.
Lucy nodded, still looking mildly disappointed. "Alright, see you then." With that, she pecked him on the cheek and summoned her weird, shivering, duck spirit before walking off to his house, embracing the duck spirit.
Laxus stared at her back until she was just a tiny dot before walking to the guild, mumbling all kinds of curses to no one. He didn't want to make Lucy wait so he would just briskly stop by his office and just eenie meenie miney-d the fuck out of the figurines.
~back to Laxus' office~
Roughly an hour had passed since he was in the dilemma of deciding which first edition figurines he would give to the dean. He stared at both figurines on his lap for what seemed to be the hundredth time already, but still couldn't make up his mind. Laxus noticed his office was gradually getting darker and he glanced out the window. Sure enough, the sun had begun to set and Laxus had gotten nowhere in his decision making. He felt jittery since he knew Lucy was waiting for him, with his surprise. Probably.
With one last sigh, Laxus swore under his breath, "Fuck it." He took the 8 Island maid costume figurine and placed the Fantasia costume back in his drawer, locking it back with the three-layer magic he coaxed out of Freed.
Gently, not wanting to stare at the figurine, he wrapped it and put it in the same box the other neatly wrapped figurine was. He packed the box and gave it a few tapes, so it shut tightly. After asking Max for help delivering the package, Laxus was finally able to get home. He wasted no time and used his lightning to teleport right away to his front door.
Laxus scrunched his brows, confused. The sky was getting dark already but there wasn't any source of light coming from his house whatsoever. Did Lucy not go to his house? Laxus fumbled with his pocket and let out a set of keys. He swiftly unlocked his front door and was greeted by a dark living room. Laxus switched on the lights and his frown got deeper, he couldn't smell Lucy—well, his house smelled like Lucy already so he couldn't actually find out whether Lucy had been here by her smell.
"Babe?" he called out warily. When all he got was silent, Laxus couldn't help but worry. Did something happen to her?
Sweat trickled down his forehead as he looked around his living room and kitchen but found nothing. It was deadly quiet, so he tried focusing his ears more to pick up any sound. Just then, a quiet thump was heard, and he snapped his head to the second floor.
"Lucy are you there?" he called out once again as he ascended the wooden stairs, which creaked under his weight. Another quiet thump made his ears perked up.
Laxus looked around the rooms on the second floor, "Baby, don't play with me, you can come out now…"
He opened the guest rooms first, the rooms where it was usually occupied by his teammates—well, he kicked them out after he dated Lucy since he didn't want them walk in on them like some other unnamed individual… but he found nothing, just empty rooms with some of his team's stuff lying here and there. The sound of his shoes brushing against the soft carpet was all he could hear, he tried focusing his ears again for the weird thumping sound. As he had already checked the other rooms, what was left was his room, which was at the end of the hallway. When he approached his bedroom door, the same quiet thump reached his ears, then, a bright light suddenly slipped through the crack beneath the door.
It must be Lucy, Laxus thought, bringing his face closer to the door. He caught a whiff of Lucy's scent—stronger and a bit different. On top of her signature sweet scent of strawberries, he could faintly smell floral notes blending in with the sweet scent, creating a somewhat enticing smell that intoxicated him. Breathing in the scent deeply, Laxus couldn't care less about her reward anymore, not when she smelled this good. Whether or not she'd prepare his reward, he was set on embracing her all night. Another wave of floral fragrance wafted towards him, and he swiftly pushed the door open, not minding the surprise shriek the blonde celestial mage let out.
"Lucy—" He stopped in his tracks and stared at Lucy's bewildered figure. He didn't even realize that his mouth was gaping as he slowly raked her figure from top to bottom in astonishment.
She had her hands covering her breasts and Laxus' eyes widened when he saw that it did absolutely nothing to cover her very, very voluptuous bosom. Actually, nothing did, not her hands and definitely not the top she was currently wearing, which brought Laxus to the next issue at hand. What in the Mavis' name was she wearing?!
He trailed his eyes from the adorable cat ears rested on her head, to her red leather bell choker. Her flushed face that was staring at him was filled with surprise. With her hands still slightly covering on her front, Laxus could only make out what seemed to be a black corset with a soft pink ruffle on the hem that stopped a good centimeter above her belly. He gulped loudly when he saw the black strings that connected the front part of her corset barely did anything to cover her flushed breasts. By now, the faint floral scent he smelled earlier had filled his head so much he felt suffocated with want and desire as he stared intently at the lack of materials her front part had—really, it left him speechless how her breasts were literally spilling out from the corset. The pants she was wearing wasn't any better, it was black with the same soft pink ruffle that hung just below—if not on her ass. He wet his lips at the sight of the black stockings that gripped her thighs, oh how he long to sneak his head in between those creamy thighs.
A slight movement caught his eye, and he quickly turned his eyes towards the source of the movements. Laxus could swore he heard the crack of his jaw as it widened at the sight of his blonde bombshell's tail.
He didn't know how or why the tail could twitch and wiggle, but before he could think any longer, he was already halfway across the room with his hands on her waist, gripping it tightly. The air got heavier as he raked her body with eyes full of desire. His gaze left a hot trail of arousal on the celestial mage as he felt her heavy breathing come in a short pant.
"What is this?" Laxus gritted out, his deep voice was rough and strained. Barely taking the time to talk to her like this took him everything in his power to hold back and not bend her over the bed right then and there.
Lucy looked up to his burning gaze, her eyes were shy and sultry. "You're not supposed to see it yet…"
She lifted the hands that were on her chest and very slowly trailed her fingers across his broad chest. Laxus snapped his eyes shut and exhaled roughly. He could already feel the painful throb on his lower region merely because of the nails grazing his chest. His hands that were gripping hard on her waist was groping the bare skin heatedly.
"I haven't even put the paws on yet…"
Laxus felt something snapping and he pushed Lucy to the bed in a flash. He was on top of her, with his elbows supporting his weight and Lucy was trapped between his legs. His breath was heavy as he brushed his lips across the corner of her lips to her jaw, earning a soft purr from the latter.
"Little minx, you do realize that I'm going to have to fuck you all night long, right?" He growled lowly while lightly grinding his erection on her thigh, a groan escaped his mouth. He stared at the blonde bombshell under him, her eyes were hooded, filled with desire and lust. She was sexy and divine laying under him, the sweat that was trickling from her neck down to her cleavage was glistening under the light and Laxus was overcome with the desire to lick every single one of them.
He sucked and nibbled at her jaw, barely holding himself back not to ravish her, not to plunge his throbbing member deep inside of her. He had to make every minute and every second worth it, he wanted to tease every part of her body, he wanted to see her squirm, to hear her whimpers, moans, and screams of his name from her sinful mouth. Most of all, he wanted to see her beg. He wanted her to beg him to fuck her until she doesn't even remember her own name.
Another sweat trickled down her cleavage and he greedily licked them up, running his tongue to where her Adam's apple should be and sucked on the spot, earning him a choked whimper. He felt his shirt getting unbuttoned and her hands snaked to his bare back.
"Well, this is your reward, isn't it?" she purred into his ear and Laxus wasted no time pouncing on her, taking her sweet lips against his with so much need.
She moaned against his mouth when his crotch grinded against her core. The smell of arousal paired with the deep floral scent hit his nose and he sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She moaned again and grinded her hips desperately as he took his tongue and swirled it with hers, rolling and massaging her entire mouth. His erection was starting to hurt, and he broke away from their kiss, trailing his mouth down, leaving generous amounts of hickeys and bite marks along her neck and collarbone. When he landed on her bust, he took the time to stare at the god given curvaceous bust of her, taking the time to appreciate the soft, fleshy mounds. With his eyes locking on hers, he sucked and nibbled every part of her breast that wasn't covered by the corset. He watched as his lips made her squirm, and each nip made her gasped, meanwhile he got his hands busy, trailing from her belly to her thighs, leaving trails of fire on her skin.
His teeth found the end of the knot and he pulled on it roughly, welcoming the sight of her finally bare breast with hungry eyes. Laxus greeted the hardened nub with his mouth, sucking and grazing his teeth like there was no tomorrow. One of his hands snuck into the unoccupied breast and he kneaded the fleshy mound with his hungry digits. The sound of the bell chiming rang in his ears, and he looked up at Lucy whose head was thrown back, eyes closing and the bell choker on her neck was swinging, ringing each time she moved and squirmed.
Fuck, that's so hot.
"God, Lucy, you're driving me crazy." He grunted against her stiffened bud, sending waves of pleasure towards her as she writhed under him, her thighs and hips grinded against his painful erection unconsciously. Laxus groaned almost painfully, he could feel his neck cording from all the holding back he did. He desperately unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, palming his erection through the boxer he was wearing, giving some relief to the pained member and internally cursing to himself for not going commando today.
Then, his hand worked its way towards her pants-covered core and ran his fingers through her wetness that seeped out of the velvety materials. He teased her unrelentingly, switching from lightly grazing the lips to full on massaging her slick slit.
"Shit, you're so wet already. Are you enjoying this, Lucy?" Lucy could only moan wantonly in response as he moved his finger to her clit, teasingly flicking it.
With his free hand, he reached her chin and pulled it gently so her eyes could look at him, "Look at me," she opened her eyes and looked at him, breathing heavily. Her hands that were on his back circled around his neck and she wiggled her legs flexibly so that it could hook itself around his waist.
"You must already be wet before I even came here. Did you get turned on wearing this get up?" Lucy didn't answer; however, she took the chance where Laxus' body didn't overpower hers to push him into a sitting position so she could straddle him.
Laxus stared at her confusedly, but soon distracted by the feeling of her soft mounds against his chin and it didn't take him long to divert his attention to her breasts. His hands groped every bit of her skin that he could feel and then settling itself on her ass, kneading and squeezing it while pushing it down so that her hot core could grind against his stiff member. Lucy was in a daze, watching Laxus devour her nipples greedily and her body gave the occasional jolts every time he bit her hardened nub with a slight force.
As much as Lucy loved the wonders Laxus' tongue was doing to her entire body, she didn't want to be the only one on the receiving end. It took her plenty of begging and a lot of shaking in embarrassment in front of Virgo and Loke when she asked a favor from the former to conjure up the outfit with a working tail only to have Loke deliver it to her with his usual annoying naughty remarks. She didn't get into this outfit just to be on the receiving end, heck, it was supposed to be his reward after all, so she intended to do him in ways he couldn't even imagine in his dirty mind before.
With every bit of willpower, Lucy placed both her palms on his hard, muscly chest that always left her drooling and pushed him with a little force so that he'd lay down with her on top of him. Laxus opened his mouth to protest, but before he could, she squished his cheeks and bent down to level her face with his. She pecked his slightly opened mouth and moved her lips to brush his left earlobes.
"Shh—stay still," she whispered seductively into his ear, and he shivered in response, tightening his grip on her waist.
She rubbed her breast against his chest and purposely lifted her ass high enough for him to see her tail swishing back and forth in a lazy motion and wrap itself around his thigh.
Laxus breath was caught in his throat and his eyes darkened, "Shit. The tail—"
Cupping his cheeks with her hands, she slammed her mouth against him in a needy way before he could continue speaking, dipping her tongue in his mouth to which he happily welcomed by sucking her tongue into his mouth. She felt his chest rumble against hers and her core clenched just by the feeling.
"I'll let you have me when I'm done with you," she said breathlessly after breaking their kiss. She trailed her lips to his chest, lingering on his guild mark tattoo, sucking, and biting the skin. She continued down until she was by the bands of his boxer—his slacks were long gone (to Laxus' surprise).
Lucy stared at the twitching bulge keenly before placing a light kiss to it, "It looks painful…" her breath fanned, and his dick gave another twitch.
Swiftly removing the last piece of clothing, she was greeted by his throbbing full length and the head was slick with pre-cum. She licked her lips unconsciously, imagining his shaft buried deep in her throat as he—
"You're drooling," a strained, rough voice cut her from her thoughts. She glared his way, he was chuckling with his lips pulled up to a slight smirk, though his eyes were darkened with lust.
She gripped his shaft abruptly and he threw his head back, a strained groan escaped his mouth, "I'm surprised you're still holding on, babe." she gave him a mischievous smirk before running her tongue up and down his undershaft—a place where she knew would be the most sensitive to him.
Her tongue trailed upwards and found the head that was slick with his pre-cum and she gingerly licked everything clean, dipping her tongue into the slit.
"Oh, believe me—fuck, I want nothing more than to—shit, babe." Laxus hand shot up to her head, grabbing a fistful of hair, nudging the cat ear she was wearing in the process.
Lucy continued running her tongue up and down his shaft, slobbering the whole length with a mix of her saliva and his leaking precum before finally engulfing the whole head in her mouth. She felt the familiar ache surround her jaw as she took his full length, feeling the head poked against her throat and both she and Laxus moaned from the contact. Lucy started a painfully slow pace that made his jugular vein bulged and his hands gripped her head tighter, guiding her mouth to go deeper and faster, but Lucy kept her slow rhythm.
"Babe, please." He growled lowly, desperately. As she always kept eye contact, she could see him propping himself up with his elbows, his chest was heaving heavily, and she could see veins bulging everywhere across his hulking figure and the way he looked at her. Mavis, the way he looked at her made her insides clenched so hard she had to rub her thighs together to get some relief.
She could feel him twitching inside her mouth and she decided to pick up her pace, sloppily swirling her tongue across his shaft as she deepthroated his member while her free hand stroking the base of his dick, following the rhythm of her mouth. A low moan and strings of curses escaped his mouth as she tightened her lips and sucked on his dick, a mix of saliva and precum pool out of her mouth. She felt his dick gave another twitch and he cupped the back of her head tighter, pushing her deeper and faster on to the base of his shaft, this time she complied. She bobbed her head aggressively, giving in to his hands that pushed her with an unrelenting speed. Sloppy, squelching sounds and her incoherent gag echoed around the room, her nails digging into the skin of his thighs. His lips were parted, his breaths were ragged, and he was looking at her with so much hunger when she felt him pulsing against her mouth.
"Lucy—fuck, I'm gonna—" He threw his head back when his shaft gave another twitch, but before he could burst his load inside her mouth, Lucy stopped sucking and let his dick out of her mouth and she watched his throbbing, pulsing full length with all of its glory in front of her face. With a long stroke from her hand, he jerked as he let out his release all over her face and breasts, cursing and grunting her name in the process.
"Well, that was unusually fast." she said with a playful smirk.
A stream of his load trickled down from her cheek, but before she could wipe that away, Laxus hands were already on her. Somehow, he had sat down in front of her with his left hand was cupping her chin while his right hand was on her cheek, his fingers smeared a few streams of his thick release over to her lips where Lucy avidly sucked on his cum-covered fingers, tasting and savoring the bitter fluid, her lidded eyes locked onto his. His eyebrow twitched at her comment, but he did not reply, he simply pulled her chin so that she was face down, looking at his crotch once again. Lucy's eyes widened and she had to bite back a gasp once her eyes landed on his erect member—almost as if it's good as new, if she didn't account the mess of her saliva around his delicious manhood.
She glanced back at Laxus' grinning face, "you were saying?" Lucy rolled her eyes and climbed on to his lap, positioning her soaked core directly on his erection and wrapping her arms around his neck. She could feel her tail moving around her back and caressing his thighs in a seductive manner.
She saw one of his hands reached for the tail that was in his thighs and ran his fingers through it, "Any chance you can keep the tail when we fuck?" he rasped while his other hand cleaned off the rest of his cum from her face.
Lucy couldn't help but crack a smile, "New kink unlocked, huh?" Laxus' response was an open-mouthed kiss along her neck and Lucy cocked her head to the side to give him more access to the curves of her neck.
She shook her head in between pants, "Unfortunately, the tail is glued to the pants—so, no." She grinded against him and moaned quietly at the contact. Actually, Lucy was tempted to tell him that she almost wore the butt plug version of the tail, but if she did, he probably wouldn't let her out the bed for a week.
Laxus raised his brow, "Bummer—but, I'll make it work," without a warning, she was suddenly on her back and his face was directly in front of her hot, soaking core.
His gaze burned and a fresh wave of arousal hit her. Of course, his dumb dragon slayer senses noticed that, and he grinned deviously, showing her his elongated canines. Keeping his eyes on her, he ripped through the velvety material that covered her core with his teeth with so much ease, it made Lucy think whether she should just wear aluminum pants next time—considering so many of pants and panties he already ripped with those teeth of his.
Laxus pressed a hot kiss to her soaking folds. He inhaled the smell of her arousal deeply and Lucy could feel him tense as the grip on her thighs tightened. From the corner of her eye, she saw him swallowed hard before his tongue shot out and he slid it up to her clit.
"Oh, Mavis…" she could feel herself twitching and clenching as he worked his tongue up and down her wet slit, her hands shot out to grab a fistful of his hair—gripping and pulling hard on them once he begun to switch between flicking his tongue on her bud to delving his tongue to her core.
Laxus kept his ministrations for a while and stopped just to part the lips open with his fingers and shoved his tongue deeper into her hole. Lucy held eye contact with him as his tongue worked its magic—one that Lucy always takes pride in, being able to hold eye contact and watched him as he devoured her, even if it meant she couldn't throw her head back and screamed out his name like prayer. Watching Laxus' half lidded eyes boring into hers while his mouth sucking greedily on whatever juices leaked out of her hole filled her with so much ecstasy it shot right through her entire body like electricity.
His tongue glided around her already swollen nub, sucking, and grazing his teeth at the reddened flesh. Lucy moaned wantonly, whispering his name each time she panted. She grinded against his mouth frantically, clamping her thighs around his head—desperate for a release of her own. Long, thick fingers hovered around her entrance and Lucy sucked in a breath. She jolted once two fingers were pushed deep inside her, a loud moan managed to escape her mouth. Laxus curled his fingers inside her clamping walls while ruthlessly sucking on her clit and Lucy dissolved into pleasure. Her head was thrown back, and her mouth was opened, moaning, and whimpering his name. She could no longer keep her eye contact, how could she when his fingers rapidly thrusted against her sweet spot over and over, when his magic danced around her walls, sending jolts of electricity that made Lucy see stars. She knew she was nearing her limit; she was feeling light-headed once the familiar waves of fire spread through her lower abdomen, sending multiple jolts of pleasure throughout her body. She wanted to cum so bad, but she didn't want it with his fingers. Lucy lifted her head weakly and found Laxus staring at her, his eyes darkened with lust and his mouth slightly opened panted heavily—the hot air puffs against her dripping core. It seemed that he was also reaching his limits.
"Babe—" he rasped, his voice was strained and his hands gripping both of her thighs intensely, it left visible marks on her pale skin. Lucy stared at him with half-lidded eyes, she knew what the look he was giving her meant and she wanted the same thing.
"Hurry up and fuck me,"
"Fuck, get on all fours. Quick." With his hands shifted to her waist, Laxus wasted no time in flipping Lucy over to her stomach, with her knees propping herself up so that her entrance was perfectly in line with his raging erection.
Lucy heard the rustle of a condom package being opened and a quiet thump of his shirt thrown to the floor. She could feel his hot tip gently rub her entrance and she arched her back, lifting her hips so she could feel more of his flesh against her dripping one, her tail twitching and lashing back and forth against her thighs. Laxus dug his fingers on her hips and with a long stroke, he fully sheathed himself inside of her—right on her sweet spot. Electricity shot through her entire body and Lucy jerked, her back arched, toes curled, and her eyes rolled as she mewled in pleasure as she became undone under him.
"Gods—Lucy, I'm moving now," he groaned and grunted as Lucy's walls clamped and pulsed around him as she rode out her orgasm.
He dragged out his shaft slowly, fighting against her tightening muscles until the tip was barely at her entrance and slammed back inside, earning another loud moan from Lucy whose hands were gripping the sheets so hard her knuckles turned white. Laxus shivered at the feeling of her insides pulsing around his dick, gripping his shaft tightly every time he was about to pull out.
"Mavis, you're still this fucking tight." Laxus groaned, picking up his pace. His hand found its way to one of Lucy's butt cheeks and he squeezed them, while his other hand touched and caressed every bit of her skin that he could find.
His hand found her nipples and he tweaked and pinched on them while setting up a punishing pace on the blonde bombshell under him. She was biting the sheet, but that didn't stop the moans and screams of his name escaping from her mouth, which sounded like music to his ears. His hands went back to her waist, gripping and pushing them down onto the bed, while his body pressed against her back—their perspiration blending in the heat of the moment. Nobody cared how sweaty their bodies were or how sticky their skin felt against each other for all their senses were focused on how they felt around each other. How every stroke sent them into pure bliss, every touch left trails of fire in their bodies, every needy moan they uttered encouraged them to grind against each other—to desperately wanting to please each other. Time felt like slowing down as they both relished the pleasure, and everything cut into white noise around them—like nothing existed, like it was just them alone at that moment.
Suddenly, the tail that was twitching back and forth wrapped itself around Laxus' arm that was gripping her waist and he let out a guttural groan, sparks and crackles of his lightning started to visibly appear around him. He bit his lower lip as to hold himself back to not devour the little kitten under him until she couldn't walk—no, he had to maintain control, he had to in order to savor every part of her body. Keeping his punishing pace, he took his free hand away from her waist and brought it against her cloth-covered ass cheek—the velvety material was soft against his palm and the sounds were too muted to his liking. He brought his hand down again for the second time, only with a stronger force and a string of muffled curses was heard.
"You liked that didn't you? Naughty kitty," another spank went down to her ass cheek and her walls pulsated around him. He could hear another muffled sound from her.
"What was that?" another spank, "You gotta speak louder, Kitty," his deep voice echoed with the sound of his hand coming down on her ass.
Lucy brought her head up and from behind, Laxus could see the rise and fall of her shoulder as she panted heavily against the bed.
"I said I want to see your face; I want you to look at me when I cum all over your cock."
And just like that, the thin string of his rationality snapped. Laxus snarled before swiftly ripping off all the remaining cloth from her. Fuck the tails, he needed to feel her skin, he needed her plump, smooth skin against his firm ones, he needed to feel every shiver, every jolt, and jerks her body made because of him.
Wordlessly, Laxus flipped her over and lifted her by the waist to sit on top of his thighs. He trailed his hungry gaze all over her. Lucy's face was blissed out, she was breathless and shaky, and he could hear her heartbeat hammering in her chest, but her eyes—damn, Mavis, her half-lidded eyes that was full of pleasure was looking at him as if she wanted more, as if she wanted him to ruin her more and that made his erection grew even bigger.
"Ride me," his voice was deep, rough, and commanding. It sent shivers down her spine, and she unconsciously let out a whimper. Shakily, she sunk down onto his rigid dick with her hands on his shoulders, wincing as the length tried to settle inside her once again.
"Laxus… Fuck…" she whimpered once the tip hit her deepest part. Laxus had his hands on her ass, squeezing it while he relished the sight of his fiancé moving up and down his dick desperately.
Lucy started out with a slow pace, seemingly finding her rhythm as she switched between bouncing on her knees and grinding against him, and it made Laxus crazy because he just wanted to fuck her silly—to see her drown in pleasure on top of him, but he wanted to see first how desperate she was, how much she wanted his dick pounding her into oblivion. It wasn't until she rolled her hips so sensually while moaning and pleading for her release that Laxus begun to grip her waist and slammed it down onto his dick roughly, both groaning at the sudden roughness.
He could feel her walls clamped around his member and he knew that she was close. He was, too. Each time the tip of the head hit her sweet spot, he could feel himself pulsating and twitching, bringing him closer and closer to his release. Lucy was a moaning mess on top of him, her cat ears had crooked and was in a weird angle on her head, the bell choker on her neck rang furiously every time she bounced, and he decided to move with her, in time with her hips, adding to the stimulation for both. A cacophony of moans, her bell choker, and skin slapping against each other filled the room and Laxus found it harder not to burst right then and there. Her walls were sucking him in, so much so, he found himself crossed-eyed at the sensation. He brought his hand down against her ass cheek, this time earning a generous sound from the contact and Lucy screamed in pleasure, her hips had lost its rhythm as her climax approached.
"I'm close, fuck—I'm so close, Laxus, don't stop." She pleaded; her eyes had glossed over.
Laxus gripped her waist harder and slammed her down onto his dick, in time with his hips that thrusted into her furiously. His eyes trained on her face, watching, savoring her every move.
"Cum all over me, baby," he whispered roughly, and her nails dug into his shoulders while her hips shook erratically, itching to get her release.
Her body gave a jolt before she became undone on top of him. Laxus moaned, relishing the way Lucy convulsed around him and creamed all over his dick. As her walls became tighter, he didn't let up, he kept thrusting into her with his hands on her hips, chasing for his own release. Lucy quaked over the stimulation, and she melted into his embrace, her hands around his shoulders and her face buried in his neck as he kept his punishing pace against her. She moved her hips in time with his and Laxus groaned, feeling his dick gave another twitch.
His stable rhythm turned sloppy, and his pants got heavier. Lucy noticed that and she purposely clenched her walls and bit into his neck, and suddenly Laxus moaned as he released his semen into the condom with a slight jolt.
Lucy lifted her head weakly from his neck and was greeted with a sideways smirk. She chuckled to herself before his hand rested on her cheek and she was pulled into a lazy kiss. As he kissed her slowly, a tender smile played its way onto Laxus' lips. He felt weird, he couldn't quite place it—but the feeling was like the time when Bickslow snuck a weird plant powder into his morning coffee and he'd walked to the guild feeling like he was on a cloud, but this was a hundred times better. He felt high. No… would it be more fitting to say that he was happy? That he felt complete and content in a way he never had. And all of that was done by only one person. The light of his life, the love of his life. A person that he didn't know he needed. A person whom he could no longer live without.
"So, the tail…" he started once they broke away from their kiss.
Lucy burst out laughing, playfully smacking him on the chest, "It's a trade secret."
"Aw c'mon…"
wdyt? this chapter exerted a lot of my brain power HAHA.