prompt fifty nine: disaster

rate: M for Mature content

Fifty nine out of one hundred.

Mafia!au has returned! So I wrote the first part of Lucy's phone call prior to making Natsu's side of it so you're just going to have to deal with that small snippet before it goes right into the married life of the Dragneel's. Enjoy!

"Falling in love is great but being in love is a disaster." —Mario Puzo

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Lucy wouldn't really consider herself a violent person. Probably a bit more than the average person considering she was head of a mafia group but nothing she didn't have to do. She liked to use her words and coax them into submission but when men tried to play the power card, she had to get a little bit aggressive. She had killed a few people and dirtied her own hands but she preferred not to and usually left it in the hands of her men.

There's a few people she would actually kill with her own hands.

And now that she thinks about it, that list might have gone up by one person.

Specifically, her husband-to-be.

Lucy is normally a patient person. Understanding, kind, and caring. She tries to make the best out of every situation and even though in her world of work there's a lot of motherfuckers who talk out of their ass and lie through their teeth, she could usually see through them.

That's why she knows Natsu is a son of a bitch who is arrogant but deep down he isn't the evil villain everyone wanted him to be.

He's just fucking annoying.

"Speak." Lucy snapped into the phone, already checked out for the day.

After her interesting engagement party, Lucy had yet to calm down from her earlier encounter. Natsu always knows how to push her buttons and for her to even pull out a knife and hold it to his neck during a huge gathering like that shows how fast she had lost her cool.

"I can see my dear wife has yet to cool down," his voice purred over the line and Lucy could feel her anger bubbling again. "What can I do to help her during these hard times?"

"Die." She hissed before she hung up on him and went straight to blocking him.

She couldn't believe he made her lose her cool like that and now as she comes down the stages of anger and grief, she was wondering if she's made a good decision now.

How would she be able to be in a marriage with this man? And why was he so persistent on making the wedding happen in two weeks? What did he have up his sleeves?

With her phone ringing once again, Lucy angrily looked down to see another unknown number calling and she was on the brink of shooting at the wall.

"What?" She spat into the phone, not caring who it may be.

"It's quite rude to hang up on someone—"

She quickly hung up again, blocking the different number he used to call her while glaring at her phone. Just as she suspected, her phone began to ring again and she knew who it would be so she pressed deny.

This happened four more times until she was screaming into the air and accepting his call. "What is wrong with you?! How many fucking phones do you have?!"

"We can do this all night, sweetheart." He laughed on the other side of the line and Lucy was about to chuck her phone against the wall. "You are so fun to tease, you know that?"

"I hate you."

"Don't have to lie to me."

"I'm not and I want you to know I hate you with a burning passion and I hope someone shits in your coffee."

"Remind me to never ask you for coffee," he scoffed over the line. "Come on, Luce, I just want us to get along."

"And I just want you to shut the fuck up but we both can't get what we want, hm?" She gave a bitter smile even though she knew he wouldn't be able to see it. "Stop. Calling. Me."

"I am your husband—"

"You are not my husband!"

There was a pause for a minute and she just knew he was smirking. "Yet."

Lucy let out a frustrating groan before she chucked her cellphone against the wall and the gadget exploded into bits of pieces onto the floor.

"I'm going to kill him."

Lucy knew from the beginning that this marriage was to be doomed. She hated the fact that she was in this position with a man who she found irresistibly attractive yet annoying. He was the definition of incorrigible and messy. Someone who liked to push buttons until said button exploded or put a knife to his neck.

She just wondered how long it would take for one of them to end up dead because most of the time she teetered between the fine lines of committing murder and or seriously injuring her husband.

But sometimes, like the day of her engagement party and even on her wedding day, she catches herself admiring her husband. No hostility. No questions. No thoughts of murder.

Just… him.

With his loud obnoxious laughter and lethal grin. Sharp jawlines, tan skin, bulging muscles, and such a dark, mesmerizing pair of eyes.

Lucy hated how much she wanted Natsu. Hated how much she found him attractive and thought to herself how it would feel for his lips to press against her skin or his rough hands grab at her waist like he did when he first proposed. How he would sound when he was on top of her or even below her, pleasuring one another till one of them combusted from the sensations alone. How much he could disrespect her body till she was screaming for the stars.

Lucy shivered as she brought her mug of coffee closer to her, the hot steam dancing right between her eyebrows. She stared down at the dark liquid in her cup, pressing her lips into a tight line.

How did she end up here, again?

Looking around the penthouse that was now her home, Lucy immediately hated the minimal decor. It looked like a prop house that someone had just haphazardly put furniture together to make it live in and there was no personality to it at all. Sure it was clean and modern but it lacked color and hope and dreams.

Kind of like herself at the moment.

She was lucky that her belongings were all dropped off before they had made it back to the penthouse so she was able to have her things. Though, her things consisted of really nice clothes and robes that she liked to indulge herself in.

Just like this long black fluffy robe that had faux feathers on its sleeves and train, the comfortable satin gave her a sleek yet elegant look. To be fair, it was one of the first things she found while digging through her suitcase while her new husband snoozed like a bear in hibernation. How he was a don of a powerful organization like Tartaros, she'd never know. She could have killed him and robbed him blind at this point. Trashed his pad. Ransacked every cabinet and drawer there was. Drained his blood. Hacked through his computer system.

But like the good wife she is, she didn't.

Because she was very tempted to strangle this man in this massive king bed they shared because he snored and starfished himself on the bed, smacking her right in the face in the process which woke her up in the first place.

She climbed out of bed at six in the morning with the morning sun barely peeking up from the horizon. She made herself a cup of coffee, checked her phone for any missed messages or calls, and now as she sat at the island looking out her floor to ceiling windows, Lucy could only take in her now given fate.

Their marriage had commenced a very big deal. Now with two organizations tied together by marriage, they have legally become one and she knew how difficult it was going to be to bring everyone together.

To get the proper paperwork. The proper titles involved. Convincing his people and her people to work together.

They had to rearrange everything and Lucy could only worry that what may have happened could have been a mistake.

A very big mistake on her part and not for the organization because this man will be the death of her. Physical, mental, and or emotional, they were all up for grabs.

Because how does he look so fucking delicious all the damn time?

Narrowing her eyes at his figure as he emerged from their bedroom, Natsu looked every part hot and sexy. Charming with his lean, muscular body and his boyish grin. His messy rosy locks were even sexy and Lucy just wanted to shove him out the windows in retaliation.

"Good morning, wife," he greeted with a yawn escaping his lips. "You're up early."

"I like to start my days early." She responded, lip pressed into a tight line while she held her mug up. "Keeps me productive and on top of things."

"Well, good for you," he came over, rummaging through the cabinets for a cup of his own. "Did you sleep well?"

"As well as I can next to a murderous stranger."

His soft scoff caught her ear and she rolled her eyes while he got himself a cup of coffee. She could only glare at the sight of him, low gray sweats hanging from his hips exposing his deliciously tan skin and showing off his hard earned body. Her eyes caught sight of his slight bulge behind his sweats and she cursed herself for even wondering what it looked like.

She had to be strong. She will not succumb to this man's level and allow her to get lost in his beauty.

"I was hoping we could discuss this… alliance." Lucy set her cup down in front of her, her elbows holding her up against the counter.

"Sure, whatever," he yawned once more as he finished pouring his fill before turning around to face her. He leaned against the counter with one hand perched on top and his free one holding the cup up to his lips.

She watched him take a sip, eyes pinned on his dark ones that refused to leave hers. The slight tint of heat creeping up her chest had her turn her gaze away first and clear her throat.

"We both know this marriage was due to our organizations so we don't have to pretend it benefits either you or I in this matter. We do it for our families and that's it."

"Okay." He replied, allowing her to continue.

"So I was thinking we could come up with some kind of plan that helps us."

"And what is this plan?"

Lacing her fingers together to place in front of her, Lucy looked back up at the shirtless man, trying her best to keep her eyes on his face and not anywhere else.

"We can live this life as a married couple but behind closed doors, I don't see a point in furthering the narrative. We barely know each other nor could we tolerate one another in a non hostile environment," she cleared her throat once again. "So let's just say… friends."

"Friends." He echoed with a flat expression.

"Yep." She nodded her head confidently. "Friends."

"So… you're saying… as a legal married couple… we would just be… friends behind closed doors ."

Lucy nodded her head again, humming in agreement as Natsu stared at her with an unrecognizable expression. His lips pressed into a tight line and he set his cup down, pulling his arms up to his chest to cross them. Her eyes caught sight of his large muscles during the movement and she willed herself to stay focused.

"Lucy," he let out a soft sigh. "You're telling me that you're fine out in public acting like a happy married couple but once we come home you want to be friends."

"Yes." Lucy responded quickly. "Is that not a good plan?"

"No, it's not a fucking good plan. Are you delusional?"

"Excuse me?" Lucy reeled back slightly, placing a hand on her chest as her brows furrowed. "What's wrong with that?"

"I am not your friend." He simply stated, grabbing for his coffee once again.

Pursing her lips, Lucy's bottom lip almost jutted out into a pout. "Well I don't consider you a friend either but what other choice is there?"

"I don't know," Natsu nearly shouted, frustration clear as day in his words. "How about actually being a good wife and treating us like a married couple like we are?"

"Sleeping in the same bed was already crossing a line. I told you I'm not going to be sleeping with you and I already agreed to be a good wife to you. All I'm asking for—" she stopped speaking as Natsu's phone started to go off in his pocket. She watched as he dug into his pocket, pulling the cellphone out as he looked to see who it was. "—is for us to be cordial so we can both survive."

"I don't want a friend, I have plenty," he snapped, giving her a harsh look. "I need a wife so stop throwing a tantrum and be that wife. Hello?"

Lucy had to stop everything inside of her from gawking at this rude man who was now on a phone call during the middle of their important conversation. This man who wants a nice loving wife is over here treating her worse than a friend and he had the audacity to say she's throwing a tantrum?

"I am not throwing a tantrum!" Lucy shrieked, pounding her fist onto the counter as Natsu glared at her. "I want my own room."

"No." Natsu simply said before taking his coffee cup and moving over towards the living room, still on the phone.

"I'm not taking no as an answer!" She shouted at him.

"I'm on the phone."

"Then get off the phone." She hissed and he completely ignored her as he faced the floor to ceiling windows, chatting along to the person on the other line.

She should have spent this morning trashing his pad and figuring out a way to murder him but instead, she was trying to be the good wife he claims he wants and look where that ended up.

"Get off the phone! We're talking!"

"No, no, it's fine. Just my wife throwing a fit because I'm not paying attention to her," Natsu said over the line, turning his head to give her a warning look. "No, it's alright. I know it's the day after my wedding and I'll be sure to give her all the attention she wants afterwards. Now, what is this about the next delivery?"

Growing frustrated with how Natsu was now speaking about her to this said person, Lucy could feel her blood boil. How dare he speak about her as if she was being the brat here and being unreasonable? He was not going to play the nice loving husband to others and be a dick to her like this and she definitely wasn't going to be portrayed as that sweet clingy wife who begs for an ounce of attention from her husband.

Growing fed up with Natsu ignoring her and pacing back and forth in the living room with the phone pressed against her ear, Lucy stomped around the island to yank open a drawer.

Seeing the collection of steak knives and kitchen knives sitting neatly in the drawer, Lucy grabbed for the smallest one she saw before she turned around to glare at Natsu. His back was to her as he continued to walk back and forth, chatting about their next delivery and completely ignoring her as if she wasn't asking him to talk things out and find a middle ground.

Fine, be that way. She's an independent woman and she sure as hell didn't need a jackass like Natsu Dragneel dragging her name through the mud.

Testing the weight of the knife in her hand, Lucy shut the drawer before turning to watch Natsu. His steps weren't frantic nor were they irregular. He took four steps to the left before turning and taking yet another four steps to the right. His movement was slow and steady as if he had nothing to worry about and that was his first mistake.

Just because he was in the comfort and safety of his penthouse didn't mean danger wasn't lurking. And she'll show him how fierce she is and how she meant business.

No man would ever disrespect her and she didn't give a fuck if this man was her husband or not.

Flinging the knife in his direction, Lucy hoped she would knick him in the process or even have the weapon lodge itself in his skin but with her calculations, it went right into the wall where she aimed it to be. Where it happened to fly right by Natsu's face by the hair on his skin, missed, and lodged itself right into the wall.

She watched how the said don froze in place, phone still pressed against his ear as his eyes pinned on the knife sticking out of the wall adjacent to his face. His eyes slowly rolled over to where she stood fuming, an angry glare being thrown his way.

"Did you just fucking throw a knife at me?" He asked, voice leveled and calm.

"I'm having my own room and you can't fucking tell me what to do!" She screamed, stomping her foot on the ground. "You're the fucking worst. I hate you!" She said before she was storming away, stomping her feet extra loud in the process.

She ignored his hot stare on her back and how hard her heart was racing behind her chest while she made her way over to the hallway that led to their bedrooms.

She didn't care what he had to say, she was going to be in her own room away from him and away from the madness of this entire bullshit situation. She could just order a bed and have it shipped here and then get a dresser for her belongings and they can just live a life without having to speak or see each other if not necessary.

Freezing mid-step, Lucy nearly felt her heart leap out of her throat as she gasped when she felt the wind of the knife flying right by her. A slight sting on her bicep coursed through her body and she looked down to see the sleeve of her robe had been sliced open and a trickle of her blood began to drip down her arm, drenching the satin material.

She then turned her head to see the knife only inches away from her, lodged into the wall right by her head.

Turning her head to the other side to look at the culprit behind the knife, she could only see him smirking at her with the said phone still in his hands.

"You ripped my robe."

"You threw a knife at me."

"You threw it back!"

"Only because you did." He shrugged and she was seething with anger at this point. Seeing how she was grabbing for the knife on the wall, Natsu let out a small sigh. "Hey, man, I gotta go. My wife is throwing knives at me." He didn't even allow the other person to process his words before he dropped his phone on the couch. "Now, baby—"

"I am not your baby!" She shrieked before she flung the knife in his direction.

Natsu dropped down into a squat as the weapon flew above his head, barely touching the tips of his hairs before it lodged itself into another wall.

"Lucy—"

"You are so irritating!" She started to scream before he was even back up on his two feet. "I just wanted to have a conversation about this whole situation but you think answering phone calls is more important than your wife!"

"Oh, so now you're my wife? What happened to being friends?"

"That's clearly out of the question because how can I be friends with a jackass like yourself?" She spat out, her hands clenched into fists. "I have no intention of playing nice with someone like you. I hate you," she announced before she turned and started to stomp down the hall towards their shared room.

She'll be damned if she sleeps in the same bed with him again and she won't be caught lacking. She'll have someone bring her bed in sometime today and she'll have her own space soon enough, away from the menace she was forced to call her husband.

Reaching for the doorknob, Lucy yelped when she felt a hand clamp down on her wrist before whirling her around. Her knee shot up to come in contact with his groin but Natsu blocked it off, shoving her against the wall where her head knocked back against it, bringing her to a daze for a moment at the impact.

With her arms pinned beside her and Natsu's knee shoved in between her legs to keep her trapped, his face was the only thing she could see.

"Get off of me!"

"You do realize that it's not just you who gets to have opinions and say in stuff but me as well? Your fucking husband?"

"You're only my husband by paper," she hissed, clenching her teeth while trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "You are nothing to me."

"You don't mean that." He hissed back, his own teeth clenched with his dark eyes bore right into her blazing ones. "You are my wife and I am your husband and you will be a good wife in and outside of this place. Do you understand?"

Lucy scoffed, trying to move her head away but he moved her wrists to one hand and used his free hand to twist her head to face him, firm fingers pinching at her chin.

"I said, do you understand?"

"Fuck you." She sneered, chocolate eyes blazing with pure anger.

"If you insist." He lifted one shoulder up before he leaned in and smashed his lips against hers. Lucy made a noise of surprise from the back of her throat as her eyes widened, feeling Natsu's lips against hers and hard body pin her against the wall.

She tried to fight him off by bucking her body and thrashing in his hold but he had her in a tight hold, keeping her from pushing him away.

She squeezed her eyes shut and whimpered, trying to use her legs to escape his grasp but his knee and leg made it hard for her to move. Neither could her hands come into play with how tightly Natsu had them and as she felt him slide his tongue over her bottom lip, she could only whine against his mouth.

"Fuck," he cursed, yanking away from her. Crimson dripped from his lip and down his chin, a look of amusement and surprise taking over his features. "I didn't think you'd be so rough as a virgin."

"Get off of me." She hissed, continuing to fight him off as his blood smeared across her own lips and chin.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you?"

"That's not what I said," she wiggled around, feeling his hand run across her body, sliding against her curves and dragging her robe up. "S—stop it!"

"You know, friends have sex, too," he had a glint of confidence shining in his eyes and Lucy couldn't help but stare at the blood on his lip, finding it as turn on that he was still here after she made him bleed.

"I said we're not going to be friends!"

"And what's so bad about me that you don't want to be my friend nor my wife?" His hand gave her hips a squeeze before trailing up her stomach, gingerly caressing her body and inching closer to her breasts. "Hm?"

Lucy felt dizzy as her wide eyes pinned on his hand that was coming closer to her large chest. "Y—you're loud and obnoxious and rude," she inhaled when his knuckles brushed against her breast, her cheeks blooming in color. "You're selfish and only care about yourself. Not to mention how cocky you are with your annoying grins and your carefree attitude."

"Nobody said you had to love me, plenty of marriages are filled with couples who hate each other." His breath fanned across her face and the faint smell of coffee filled her nostrils. She let out a small shudder when his hand cupped at her left breast. "We can be one of those, too."

"Get your hands off of me!"

"What? This hand?" He taunted, giving her breast a rough squeeze that had her eyes squeezing shut and a soft whimper escape. "I don't know, Luce… it seems like you like them there," he leaned in closer, his breath tickling her ear. "It seems like you want them there."

"Y—you're delusional," she said through clenched teeth, trying her best not to let any moans slip out as he massaged her breast. Her nipples pebbled at the attention they were receiving and she nearly whined when his thumb brushed against them, a shiver rushing down her spine.

"Am I?" He drawled, his tongue coming out to slide across her lobe before nipping at it. "Or are you?"

A soft moan spilled out of her lips and the more Natsu pressed against her, the hotter she felt. She had all types of tingles running up and down her body and her breath was accelerating, leaving her breathless and flustered.

"I really enjoy kissing you, Lucy," Natsu's breath was making goose flesh rise on her skin. She bit down on her bottom lip as Natsu kissed her right behind the ear, trailing open mouth kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder where she unknowingly moved to give him better access. "But it's kind of hard when you try to bite my lips off."

"You don't deserve to kiss me." She whimpered, squirming under his hold and touch. His hand moved from her breasts leaving her slightly disappointed but she let out another gasp when she felt him yank at the tie around her waist, pulling her robe open for him.

She tried to yank herself free again but it seemed like Natsu knew what her motives were, his hand tight on her wrists and his knees digging further in between her legs.

The blush was heavy and hot on her skin, coloring her pale skin pink and red as she was now exposed to her husband. Only in lace panties, Lucy was nearly in her birthday suit for him to see with her robe now untied.

His hungry eyes were doing wonders for her and she felt her womanhood throb, her knees trying to come and close together. "H—hey!"

He inhaled through his teeth, his eyes dragging across her milky skin and pinning on her full breasts.

"God, you are beautiful," he whispered and another shiver rushed down her spine forcing her nipples to harden. "And excited."

"I am not!" She cried out, bucking at him with her hips but he pressed a hand against her chest, pushing her back against the wall.

"Your mouth says all sorts of bullshit but your body won't lie to me," he kept leaning in making her reel back until the back of her head was knocking against the wall again. His hand that was on her chest moved up, his fingers curling around her throat where she felt herself quiver and her pussy clench in anticipation. "Shall we see how long it takes for you to be honest with that mouth of yours or do you want to keep playing hard-to-get?"

"I am not your toy." She hissed through clenched teeth, feeling hot tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

The soft look that washed over Natsu's features almost had her gasping in surprise. "No… you're my wife."

His lips were on hers again, swallowing the moan that fell from her lips once he had finally taken her, again. Her anger was slowly fizzling away and as he continued to ravish her swollen lips, she couldn't find it in her to try and stop him. The slight taste of copper lingered and as his tongue darted into her mouth, she could only push her chest against his and moan into his mouth.

His free hand was roaming down her body, goosebumps rising and leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

It was driving her crazy how good it all felt. With his tongue tangling with hers and his rough palm against her skin, she could only focus on how hot she was becoming and how badly she was starting to want to feel him down south.

She whimpered against his lips when she felt his bare hand cup at her breast again, a low rumble bubbling from her chest when he pinched her nipple. She was becoming putty and this man knew exactly what she needed as the more he touched and caressed her, the more desperate she was growing.

"You like that?" He asked, voice husky and lower than usual. His hand slid down her curves, dipping into her soft flesh as their breath mingled. "I can make you feel real good if you let me, Luce."

"I still hate you."

"Don't got to love me to fuck me."

His lips were soft as they peppered kisses against her neck and down her shoulder, making her whine and tremble under his hold. She stopped fighting him back, growing limp in his hands while he tortured her of her bliss. She tossed her head back and moaned when Natsu had found his way to her perky nipples, rising up and proud for the don who greedily sucked them.

Her face flushed at the sight and feel of him stimulating her breasts and she lifted one leg to wrap around his waist, feeling his palm run up her thigh before hooking it under her knee to keep it in place.

With how he licked and nipped at her skin, Lucy's chest heaved with her breathing and as Natsu let her hands drop, he was back to facing her where Lucy was quick to wrap her arms around his shoulders to yank him down to her lips.

This kiss was full of passion and want, frenzied lips moving against one another and teeth nipping gently.

Natsu let out a low groan as he bent down to scoop her up in his arms, leaving her to squeak uncharacteristically and wrap her limbs around his figure.

"That was cute." He said with amusement, making her scowl and glare at him.

He kicked open the door and shut it behind him, venturing into their shared bedroom where he came to drop her off on the plush mattress. Her body bounced with the movement and Lucy was shrugging off her robe, wanting to get the annoying thing off that was tickling her more than anything.

She hissed slightly when she felt the dried blood that was on her bicep stick to the satin, pulling at the scab that was forming around the wound.

Natsu was instantly kneeling in front of her, pulling her to the side so he could examine the cut.

"This was your fault."

"You shouldn't have thrown a knife at me."

"You shouldn't have pissed me off."

"I'll keep that in mind for the future," he said with slight amusement. He placed his hands on her thighs and peered up at her through his lashes, making her heart pound and her to swallow thickly. "Lucy, I'm not your enemy."

"Then stop making it seem like you are."

"I'll never be your enemy," he said, leaning up where his nose bumped into hers, finding her lids lowering as he leaned in closer. "Never was."

"Just shut up," she wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him into another heated kiss, their lips moving in sync as they lost themselves in the action.

He slowly lowered her onto the mattress, hands grabbing at her flesh that filled his hands so perfectly. The low growl he produced had her womanhood throbbing again and as she moaned into his mouth with his tongue stroking hers, the pleasant shock of pleasure shot down to her pussy.

She whined as his hand trailed down her side, dipping between her legs where she spread them for better access. Whimpering against his mouth, she panted as his hand cupped her heat and sent electric shocks down her spine.

"You're so wet," he purred, kissing her flushed skin and kneading her flesh with his other hand.

Nipping at his bottom lip, Natsu pushed her panties to the side to glide his fingers against her increasingly wet folds. She shuddered, bucking her hips to chase after the feathery touch.

With his head between her neck and shoulder, Lucy moaned as he sucked on her skin and caressed her womanhood. Feeling his finger dip in between her lips, she let out a squeak when he bumped into her growing clitoris, feeling the pleasure waves wash over her.

His finger was thick and hot, penetrating her tight hole where she could instantly feel her walls clenching around the foreign object.

"Fuck, you're tight."

His pupils were blown wide as he looked down at her through hooded eyes, luring her in further as he stroked her inner walls.

Her hips bucked up, her lips parting to accommodate the sounds she was producing and her body growing hot as if it was lit on fire. Her breath was heavy as he slowly slid in and out of her, drenching his hand and producing more nectar to help him slip in and out easier.

"O—oh.. god!"

"It's Natsu," he purred, curling his finger inside of her where she gasped at the sudden pressure. "You call out to me."

She cried out when his thumb pressed down on her clit, forcing her hips to jerk up and press against his hand. One hand fisted into the sheets behind her while the other clawed at him, digging her nails into his flesh where she was sure she would mark him of their play.

But she didn't care if he marked her or she marked him because she was climbing the ladder of paradise and her breath was accelerating with his fingers, hearing the sound of her pussy sucking him back in and coating him wet.

"Can you cum for me, Lucy?" He asked gently, his voice coaxing her closer to the climax. "Cum all over my fingers?"

Lucy let out a strangled gasp, choking on air as she felt his second finger nudge her entrance and enter her. He was hunched over her, hovering over the withering body that was growing slick with her sweat.

The slow circles Natsu did with his thumb had her legs trembling, the lewd sounds of her wetness mixing with her moans and gasps as if it was a symphony.

Her stomach clenched with unfamiliar pleasure and as his thumb applied more pressure on her clit and curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, her back bowed and her mouth fell open with a silent cry.

Lucy swore she could see stars in her vision as her eyes went blank and her body convulsed. Hot searing pleasure was rushing through her veins as if she had been dipped into a boiling pot of ecstasy.

With her pussy throbbing with Natsu's fingers stuffed inside of her, she whimpered as he slid them out and held them out in between them with her. He didn't give her any warning as he pushed them between her open lips, peering down at her.

"Suck."

The odd bitter taste of her pussy was new on her tongue and as she greedily sucked on the fingers shoved into her mouth, a low groan rumbled out of her husband.

"You are—"

The faint tone of his ringtone could be heard through the walls and it caught them both off guard, two heads swiveling to stare at the door before Natsu turned back to look at her.

"Do you want to—?"

Instead of his ringtone that died off after a minute of it ringing, Lucy's ringtone began to go off and it only made him groan out while the blonde scrambled to get out of bed.

Natsu silently followed her, his eyes pinned on her ass the entire time as she was still only in her panties. Only in her panties.

And Lucy didn't seem to care so much as she collected her cellphone to see she had many missed messages and two missed calls from Mirajane and one from Erza.

"I gotta go." Lucy sighed heavily, seeing the frantic messages from her people to hurry.

" We gotta go," Natsu corrected as he was also looking down at his cellphone, tapping away. "We got trouble and not in a good way."

A part of her was glad she didn't go too far with her husband. She really did mean that she didn't want to succum to her desires and fuck this man dry till they were both delirious but Jesus Christ was he amazing. He only made her see stars with his fingers and she's never experienced such a soul binding time. She swore this was the first time she's ever felt like dipping her toes into celestial dust, flames of passion licking at her skin in desire she never wanted.

But of course a part of her was disappointed that she couldn't experience more of this pleasure and see Natsu come undone in the way he saw her.

"I'll make sure to take good care of ya later, wifey," he winked her way, giving her that annoying grin he always had. "And you can count on that."

Watching him walk away from her and disappear down the hall, Lucy could only hope that the next time she could be strong enough to fight him because she knew deep down, once she got a taste of this man, she's was never going to want to go back, again.

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tbc