A/N: This was inspired by something I read a while ago, although it's been sitting in my drafts for so long that I literally don't remember what inspired it. Anyways, ignore me and enjoy!


"Natsu... you really have to stop tearing my panties," Lucy, said, still panting, her arm strewn against his chest.

He turned to look at her, a tired but satisfied look on his face. "Well, how else am I supposed to get them off?" he replied. "What, am I supposed to just remove them?" She gave him an incredulous look. "Yes, you are," she responded. He shook his head and shrugged lightly. "That takes too long."

They both knew he was impatient but this was simply astonishing. The sheer number of her panties he'd gone through in the past few weeks due to said impatience was getting a little out of hand.

"Only you would say that," she responded, sitting up and rising from the rumpled sheets. She stooped, picked up the remains of her favorite pair of black lace panties, and held them up for him to see. "These aren't cheap," she complained, mashing it into a ball and throwing it at him. "You don't say," he replied, catching it smoothly and examining it for a moment. "I liked it better when I was removing it," he said, tossing it back at her and she gave him a smug smile as she caught it. "Oh, I know, that's why I get them. However, I would love it if they'd stay intact so I can actually use them outside of this bedroom. Unless..." she gave him a sly look before continuing, "unless you're saying you don't want me to get all dressed up on Friday nights."

Getting "dressed up" was the exact opposite of what she did on Fridays- rather, she'd lounge on the couch or in bed or really, any place where she was easily spotted, in nothing but a pair of lacy panties and wait for his reaction. Nine and a half times out of ten, he reacted the same way.

He immediately sat up, the tiredness and satisfaction disappearing from his face. "Wait, wait, wait, hold on a sec. I didn't say that," he asserted quickly and she gave him that smug look again. "Oh really?" She looped the underwear around her finger, the jagged, uneven tears in the fabric stark against the dimly lit room. "This says otherwise."

He sighed and rubbed his face, knowing that this was an argument he wasn't going to win. "Okay, fine, I'll make it up to you." She raised an eyebrow. "And how are you going to do that?" she asked as she tossed the now-useless article of clothing aside. He paused. How was he going to make it up to her? "That's... a really good question," he said thoughtfully, and when she narrowed her eyes at him, he quickly made up his mind and spoke. "I'll... get you new ones. As many as you want." She crossed her arms, apparently expecting more from him. "And?"

He frowned and continued, "...and I won't rip any of them. I promise." She visibly relaxed. "I'll hold you to that, Natsu," she responded, then approached him and kissed him softly, her forearms resting on his shoulders. "How about we leave now?"

"Now? I think we can wait for a little," he replied, rising to his feet and kissing her back. "There are more important things to think about right now."

"Like what?" she breathed, and he smiled a little, leaning down for another kiss. "You know what," he murmured, and she chuckled. "I do, but I want to hear you say it."

"Fine," he said, his voice low and husky, "I want you." She leaned up and kissed him deeply, her fingers working themselves through his hair. "I'm yours," she whispered into the corner of his mouth. "But after that, we're going to the store."

"What, will you hold me to that too?" he murmured, and she gave him a sultry smile. "I might," she purred into his ear, "but that depends on you." It was an invite, maybe even a challenge, and he wasn't going to decline, not when she was looking at him like that. "I'm very dependable," he replied and pressed his lips against hers again before easing her onto the bed.


"Alright, so here's what I picked out," she said, setting down her picks on his lap. He stared at them, mildly confused, then looked up at her. She was giving him a strange look. "And... what do I do with these?" he asked and she gestured towards them. "Pick one," she replied.

"Any?" he asked, and she nodded. "Yeah, any one of them."

"Uh, okay." He pulled out a black lacy from the small pile and handed it to her. "Here, try that one." She took it from him with a shy smile and began to remove her skirt when she saw his eyes gleaming with lust in the mirror. "Hey, no peeking," she chided, "it ruins the surprise."

At this point in their relationship, there was nothing surprising about seeing her strip, but since she insisted...

"Fine," he grumbled and covered his eyes. There was a quiet rustling of cloth over the low chatter in the store, then he felt her pluck something from his lap. "What are you doing?" he asked and she grunted lightly, then said, "I'm... completing the set." He heard her take a deep breath before speaking again. "Okay, open your eyes."

He opened his eyes and felt a wide grin spreading on his face. "Why haven't we been doing this before?" he asked, and she laughed. "Because you were never around when I went out to go get these," she replied. "So, what do you think?" She twirled around and struck a pose.

"What do I think?" He had to pause for a moment to take it all in. It was remarkably simple compared to the last pair of panties he'd ripped to shreds, but that seemed to work to its advantage. It was a thin little piece of cloth that accentuated her figure so well, hugging her hips in all the right places, and the bra- he swallowed thickly at the sight. He could almost see the peaks of her nipples through the black lace if he looked closely, and since this one didn't have cups, with every movement she made her breasts moved in tandem and it was fucking amazing. It helped that she kept adjusting it against her skin because he could then watch with a curious mix of fascination, curiosity, and lust as she tugged at the straps and pushed it up, seemingly dissatisfied. He was more than satisfied with it though. In fact, maybe it was time to relieve her of it-

He took a deep, deep breath before speaking. "I like it," he said, just barely managing to keep a straight face, "I-I like it a lot." She turned towards the mirror and slightly adjusted the bra strap again, then nodded, finally pleased with what she saw. "So do you think it's a keeper?" He nodded more enthusiastically than he probably should have. "Yep. Definitely a keeper," he replied, trying to keep himself calm. He didn't know how long he was going to keep it together while she was wearing it, though.

She rubbed her hands together, satisfied with his answer. "Okay, great," she said, then reached for a deep red lacy pair. "Same deal- don't look."

He nodded and she quickly put on the pair before saying, "Okay, you can open your eyes now." He did so and immediately frowned. Her timid expression quickly changed to match his. "What? What's wrong?"

The lingerie was nice- he wouldn't pretend it wasn't. Like the previous one, it seemed to underscore her curvaceous figure without seeming excessive, but it had a corset design with hooks and straps that were connected to sheer thigh-high stockings. If he was trying to take it off, how was he supposed to? Did it come with an instruction manual or something, or was he supposed to figure it out right then in the heat of the moment? Or... were they supposed to have sex with it on? He winced. Ouch. That didn't sound remotely sexy, at least, not to him. Still, even though the hooks and straps annoyed him, the lingerie itself seemed to bring out the color in her skin, and he noticed just how flushed she was. He just couldn't stop staring- he actually had to pull his eyes away so he could formulate a coherent thought.

How did she even pick these? No, she had to know what she was doing when she picked them out. Or, more specifically, what they would do to him.

"There's... just too much going on, like with the straps and the hooks," he said after pulling himself together. She deflated slightly and he rushed to clarify. "I don't mean that in a bad way, I swear. If I was more patient I'm sure I'd love it but I'm, well, I'm not, y'know? It'd probably just annoy me more than anything."

She was clearly disappointed, but she nodded all the same. "Okay then... so this one isn't a keeper then." She began to remove it when he asked, "Wait, did you like it?" She made a so-so gesture. "I mean, kind of," she said. "I was undecided when I picked it out. It's really comfortable though." It definitely didn't look that way to him, but he shrugged all the same. "I mean, if you want it, you can get it," he said, but she shook her head. "No, it's okay," then continued peeling it off. He watched her do so and said, "Isn't that... kind of tight?"

She shrugged. "I mean, they're all tight. Well, actually, the bras are. The panties aren't, though. Still, it doesn't matter since the goal is for it to get taken off, right?" She tugged at the top part and forcefully removed the bra with a sudden jerk and he flushed at the sight of her bare chest bouncing slightly as she moved. She noticed his gaze and gave him a foxy grin. "I thought I said no looking," she purred. "We only have a few more to go, so close your eyes. We'll be done soon."

This is extremely fun, he realized. Shopping, let alone shopping with Lucy, was never fun- like, literally never- it was a boring slog of 'get this' and 'buy that' and 'no, we're not getting that' and 'we're on a budget' and ugh. But this- watching his girlfriend try on lingerie that they were going to use later... there was just something about it, something sensuous and tempting. A hell of a turn-on, too. And speaking of tempting-

He opened his eyes before Lucy had a chance to tell him to do so, and felt the room grow five degrees hotter.

This set was baby blue, and it was almost see-through, the fabric opaque just enough that he had a faint idea of what was underneath. Her underwear had a remarkably high cut, the straps sitting closer to the waist rather than the hips where the others had been. The bra-oh God, the fucking bra. It pushed up her breasts just enough so they looked even fuller than they already were and good God she was beautiful.

"Oh, you beat me to the punch," she said with a light laugh. "So? What do you think?" She struck a few provocative poses, and he swallowed thickly as his imagination ran through dozens of scenarios that involved him, her, and that set of lingerie, or rather, its absence in the space of mere seconds.

He couldn't believe it, but he was actually salivating at the thought of taking it off of her.

Maybe her complaints about his libido were valid.

More importantly, though, he needed to do something about the issue that was growing in his pants. "It's... nice," he managed, clearing his throat, and she gave him a confused look. "Luce, maybe we should get out of here," he continued, setting the pile of still-untouched lingerie aside, and she frowned. "Wait, what? Why? I thought you were enjoying this." He laughed nervously and sat up a little straighter. "That's the problem. I am."

She gave him a questioning look, then seemed to have a moment of realization when her eyes dropped to his pants. "Oh," she said, then nodded. "Yeah, okay, sure. We can always come back another time, right?" The idea of 'another time' filled him to the brim with excitement. She moved to remove the bra she had on when he rose and said, "Wait, hold on." She gave him a curious look as he approached her. "What are you doing?" she asked, and he leaned in and whispered, "We don't have to leave when we can just deal with the problem here."

Her eyes widened in realization, and she immediately shook her head but didn't reject his advances. "No no no no no... Natsu, we can't do this in a dressing room-" she started, but he interrupted, "It'll be quick. No one will know," and pressed his lips against hers to keep her from complaining. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her harder, more insistently, and he felt her hands rise to settle on his face. "This is a... really, really bad idea," she whispered when he pulled away, and he smirked. "I know," he replied hotly. "Then why-" he drew her in for another searing kiss, a quiet muffled moan slipping from his lips as he did. "Because why not?" he whispered, and she leaned into him. "That's... not how it works," she breathed, and he chuckled lightly.

He moved them backward until she was pressed against the mirror, and she let out a quiet gasp at the touch of the cold surface. He groaned as one of her hands dropped down to his pants to unzip them and he slipped out of them as he tugged at the waistband of her emerald green panties. "Don't rip them," she whispered sharply into his lips. "I won't," he responded, his voice a husky whisper, and roughly tugged them down, letting her step out of them before tossing them aside. She pulled down his underwear and he didn't waste any time as he murmured, "Are you ready?" and she nodded quickly. "Don't ask, just do," she responded, and he lifted her thigh and pushed into her slowly.

They let out a simultaneous breath, and he paused to revel in the first taste of delicious friction that he'd been craving. "Shit," he gasped, "you... were ready." She bit her lip as her eyes squeezed shut. Then she breathed, "Well, how did you expect me to... stay calm when you kept looking at me like that?" He had to pause for a moment to gather himself before continuing. "It's not my fault you looked amazing," he replied, his voice strained, and she arched into him slightly. "Is that a compliment?" she breathed as she slowly rolled her hips, and he groaned. "Definitely."

She wrapped her lifted leg around his waist completely and he slipped in deeper, just enough to brush something that made her suck in a breath. Pleasure seared its way through his veins, and he pulled up her other leg so he was completely supporting her weight. He pulled out excruciatingly slow, then pushed back in again. Her head was tilted back into the mirror with her eyes shut and her lips parted, and he swallowed thickly. "Are you alright?" he asked, and she nodded. "Just keep... keep going," she breathed, and he braced his hand on the mirror and began to move.

He set up a slow but steady pace, and she matched his rhythm by moving her hips in time with his thrusts. "Natsu-" she moaned, and he leaned down to press his lips against her neck as they moved in time with each other. Her arms tightened around his neck, and he scraped his teeth against her collarbone, gradually increasing his speed and the force with which he moved.

"Natsu, don't- mmm, don't stop," she moaned, her lips brushing against his jaw as he spoke. "I'll never stop," he replied, "not for you." She smiled and arched into him and he let out a strangled groan as her walls clenched around him with a vicious fervor that made him want to scream. "God, Lucy, you-"

The door handle jiggled suddenly, and they both froze and turned to look- he was irritated, she was mortified- that they were being interrupted.

"Is anyone in here?" a woman asked from the other side, and he opened his mouth to snarl something incredibly rude when Lucy quickly spoke up before he could. "Um, o-occupied," she managed, trying to hide the unsteady waver in her voice, and the woman on the other side of the door gasped. "Oh, I'm so sorry," she said, and a moment later her shadow disappeared from underneath the door.

"Natsu," Lucy whined, and he realized he'd slowed his movements for a moment. He made an incoherent noise in the back of his throat and pushed harder until he felt her begin to grind her hips against his the way she always did when she was getting close. That low seated pressure was beginning to condense into something hot and frantic, and he began to thrust faster in a desperate bid to release it. "Natsu- ahn, keep going-" She arched into him again, and whispered something in his ear. It was nothing, and also everything- it was a challenge, a dare, a bet, and she wasn't going to beat him. Not this time. He kept pushing faster, harder, and like he was running full speed to reach that peak.

And then he was there- the peak, the crescendo, sweet fucking release, whatever the hell it was called, and he gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut as he rode out those endless waves of white ecstasy. It was over too quickly, and he paused, gasping for air, still feeling the last bits of pleasure as they worked their way through his body.

He remained like that for a long moment, his head dropping to the crook of her shoulder as they both panted. He waited until her breathing evened out, then whispered, "I didn't rip them this time." Her eyes remained closed as she murmured, "If you did, you would've had to pay for them, and I wouldn't get any panties. It would have been a lose-lose situation." She slowly unraveled her legs from his waist and wavered on her feet. "Hey, whoa. Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to catch her. She leaned into his arms and said, "Yeah. You did a number on me though."

He pulled up his pants, and she started pulling on her clothes too. "Uh, wait- you're not going to try on the rest?" he asked, and she shook her head. "No need. I'll just take the cute ones and come back for more later."

"You should bring me," he said eagerly- maybe too eagerly-, and she glanced at him as he seated himself, a growing smile on her face. "Hm, I don't know..." she murmured, tapping her chin in an exaggerated display of thoughtfulness, "Can you handle it?" There it was- an invite, or perhaps a challenge, and he wasn't going to back down.

"Of course, I can," he responded. "The real question is, can you?" She snorted before situating herself in his lap and placing her arms on his shoulders. "Of course I can. Well, I can keep it together longer than you at the very least." She then slowly leaned in to whisper in his ear, "And I can handle you any day of the week... as long as I have panties to wear after."

"So it all comes back to that, huh," he replied as she nuzzled his neck. "Always." His hands shifted up to her waist, and she grinned. "Look at that," she breathed, "and I haven't even put the lingerie on yet."

"You don't need lingerie to get me excited," he responded quietly, and she gave him a foxy grin. "Really? That's good to know." She sighed and said, "I think you've made up for constantly ripping my underwear."

"Which part?" he asked, leaning up to press his lips against her neck. "Which part what?" she responded, tilting her neck to expose more skin for him. "Which part made up for it? The sex or the shopping?" She didn't reply for a long time and instead closed her eyes and leaned into him, letting out a soft breath at the hot touch of his lips. "Both," she finally whispered. "Both were good." She opened her eyes and said, "The sex was way better, though."

"That's good to know," he responded with a laugh. "I don't know how I would've handled any other type of news." She chuckled, then murmured, "You've made up for it. But try not to rip my panties unless you need to, okay?"

"I'll do my best," he replied. "That's all I'm asking for," she said. "And hey, if it doesn't work out, we can always work out some alternatives." His eyes lit up with intrigue at that. "Alternatives?" he asked curiously. "Like... what kind of alternatives?"

"The kind of alternative that excludes panties altogether," she purred in his ear, and he grinned. "That doesn't have to be an alternative," he murmured, and she replied, "I know. But then all these perfectly good lingerie sets will go to waste, and I don't think either of us wants that since you're paying for them and I'm wearing them." Her voice dipped into an irritatingly sexy pout, and he hesitated, then sighed. "Fine. You're right." She gave him a satisfied smirk. "I usually am," she said as she rose and pulled him to his feet. "Let's go. I think we may have overstayed our welcome."


"So what's the moral of today's escapade?" she asked, childishly swinging her bag full of merchandise, and his eyes flicked to her for a moment. "What do you think it is?" he replied, and she gave him a sidelong glance. "Don't rip my panties," she responded, each word enunciated rather harshly. "Or you'll pay for it. Literally." He gave her a boyish grin in response. "If I'd known that ripping those would get me here, I think I would have started a long time ago."

"You're this close, this close to losing Friday night privileges. Indefinitely," she responded as she held her free hand up to show just how thin the ice he was on was. Quickly backtracking, he said, "Never mind. I take back everything I just said." She turned to him and gave him a satisfied smirk. "Hm. As expected."

"So what are we going to do when we get home?" he asked, and she glanced at him. "What do you want to do?" she replied. "I was thinking we could take some of these for a test drive." He raised his eyebrow at that. "A test drive, huh," he said, and she nodded, taking time to keenly observe the surrounding scenery instead of looking at him. "But that's only if you're up to it," she continued. "We can always do it another time if you're not."

He knew what she was trying to do and judging from her demeanor and that smile that bloomed on her face, she was only expecting one response- his usual response.

"Is that a challenge?" he asked, and she turned to look at him, putting on a façade of innocence. "It could be," she replied coyly. "Whether it is or isn't doesn't matter. Are you up for it?"

That fucking smile. She could get him to do anything with that damn smile.

Not that he was complaining.

"Of course I am. I can't say they'll survive the test drive, though..." Her eyes narrowed. "Natsu..." she warned, and he laughed. "I'm joking. Just messing around." She stared at him long and hard, then softened her gaze. "I'll hold you to that," she said, and he responded with a crooked grin.

"I wouldn't expect any less."


I truly have no clue how to describe lingerie, so, uh, let your imagination run wild, I guess? I don't know.

I hope you enjoyed it :)