Lucy stood outside Mirajane's house, her hand hovering over the doorknob. She had spent the entire night tossing and turning, her mind a whirlwind of guilt, desire, and confusion. She needed to talk to someone—someone who wouldn't judge her, someone who could help her make sense of the chaos in her head. And Mirajane was that person. She's always known what to say, Lucy thought, taking a deep breath before pushing the door open.
But as she stepped inside, she immediately noticed something was off. The door was unlocked, which was unusual for Mirajane. "Mira?" Lucy called out softly, her voice barely above a whisper. There was no response. The house was quiet, save for the faint sound of voices coming from the bedroom. Is she on the phone? Lucy wondered, closing the door behind her and creeping further inside.
As she approached the bedroom, the voices grew clearer. But it wasn't a conversation she was hearing—it was something else entirely. Something that made her stomach twist in a way she couldn't quite explain. She paused just outside the door, her heart pounding in her chest. Don't go in, a voice in her head warned. But curiosity, that dangerous thing, got the better of her.
She peeked around the doorframe, and what she saw made her freeze. Mirajane was on the bed, her usually composed and graceful demeanor completely unraveled. Her long white hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes half-lidded with a look of pure ecstasy. And there, between her legs, was Malik. His broad shoulders were glistening with sweat, his muscles flexing as he moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of him—his dark skin against Mirajane's pale body—was almost too much to take in.
Her cheeks flushed with heat as eyes registered the intricate tattoos that adorned his back and torso—runes and glyphs that seemed to shimmer with a spiritual charm of their own, interwoven with artistry that spanned his entire frame. Both arms, too, were covered in ink, the designs both beautiful and mysterious, like symbols of a story she was desperate to understand. A strange arousal tugged at her core, a mixture of fascination and desire that she couldn't quite shake.
Lucy then felt a strange mix of emotions flood her system: shock, envy, and something else she couldn't quite name. She couldn't tear her eyes away as Mirajane arched her back, moaning Malik's name in a voice that was raw and unfiltered—a voice Lucy had never heard from her before. Malik leaned down, his lips brushing against Mirajane's ear as he murmured something that made her gasp and clutch at the sheets.
"You're so good, Mira," Malik purred, his voice low and dripping with satisfaction. "But I think you can take more. Can't you?"
Mirajane nodded eagerly, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Yes… please, Malik. More."
Lucy's breath hitched. She felt like an intruder, but she couldn't look away. There was something magnetic about the way Malik moved, the way he seemed to control every moment, every sound that escaped Mirajane's lips. It was both terrifying and intoxicating.
She took a step back, her mind racing. Why? Why is he here with Mirajane? The question burned in her chest, threatening to consume her. She thought about Natsu, about how loyal he was to her, how much he adored her. And then there was Malik, who had made her feel things she had never felt before—things she wasn't sure she was ready for. And now, seeing him with Mirajane, it felt like a betrayal, even though she had no right to feel that way.
But deep down, she knew the truth. She wanted him. And it wasn't just curiosity or attraction—it was something darker, something more primal. Seeing him with Mirajane only intensified that desire, making it harder to ignore.
Through sheer willpower, she walks away from the scene. She slowly walks towards the front door, trying to shake off the shock of what she had just witnessed. Just as she was about to take the final step exit the house, a sound pierces through the silence of the living room—a sound so intense and primal, it seemed to vibrate through the very walls. Mirajane's squeal, a mix of pleasure and pain, echoed down the hall, sending a shiver down Lucy's spine. The room seemed to quiver as if caught in a sudden earthquake, and she found herself frozen in place, her hand hovering over the door knob.
Her curiosity and concern for her friend overpowered her initial shock. She cautiously approached the bedroom door again, pressing her ear to the wood to listen more closely. The noises grew louder, more fervent. Mirajane's voice had turned into a series of gasps and moans, punctuated by Malik's deep, guttural growls. Lucy's heart raced in her chest, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Was this really happening? Was she okay? The questions swirled in her mind like a tornado, but she knew she couldn't just walk away without checking on them.
With trembling hands, she gently pushed the door open just a crack. The scene before her was one of pure, unbridled passion. Mirajane lay sprawled across the bed, her body arching off the mattress with every powerful thrust from Malik. He was like an animal in heat, his muscles rippling and sweat glistening on his dark skin. The bed groaned under their combined weight, the headboard thumping rhythmically against the wall. Mirajane's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth a perfect 'O' of ecstasy as she begged, "Yes, Malik, yes! Give it all to me!"
The raw, carnality of the scene was overwhelming. Lucy's own body responded in a way she hadn't expected, a warmth pooling between her legs as she felt a sudden surge of arousal. It was as if her body was betraying her, reacting to the sight of her friend in such an intimate and vulnerable moment. She watched, unable to look away, as Mirajane's breasts bounced with each impact, her pink nipples stiff, and her hips rocked in time with Malik's movements. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the room, and Lucy's breath hitched in her throat.
The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with desire. Mirajane's voice grew more urgent, begging for release. "I'm so close," she panted, "Please, please, fill me up! Burst it through my fucking cervix!" Malik's growls grew deeper, his pace becoming erratic, and Lucy could almost feel the energy building between them. They were both inhaling and exhaling into each other's mouths. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, he climaxed. Mirajane's eyes shot open, her nails digging into his back as she screamed out her own release. The sound was so intense, so animalistic, that Lucy felt her own body respond, a spike of pleasure shooting through her core.
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, Lucy realized she had been holding her breath. She took a step back from the door, her mind racing. She had to get out of there, to process what she had just seen, to figure out what it all meant.
But her feet remained rooted to the spot. Despite the logic screaming at her to leave, she couldn't pull herself away. Her eyes were drawn back to the bedroom, the scene playing out like a forbidden movie she hadn't known she wanted to watch. Mirajane had rolled onto her stomach, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, her body glistening with sweat and slick with their combined juices. Malik hovered over her, his muscular form a stark contrast to her softness, and slapped her ass with a firm hand. "Rest up, baby," he grunted, "I'm not done with you yet. I'm gonna rail that ass and flood it with cum."
The words were like a punch to Lucy's gut, and she felt her panties growing wetter with every syllable. Mirajane's response was a breathless laugh, the sound muffled by the pillow. "You're insatiable," she murmured, rolling her hips back to him. Turning to tease him "But you'll need more than a minute before you—" her eyes widened in shock and a hint of excitement. Malik's cock was still standing tall, as hard and unyielding as it had been moments before.
Without missing a beat, Mirajane began to worship the erect member, her hands stroking the velvety shaft with a familiarity that spoke of countless intimate moments. Kissing every inch of it before she took him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she bobbed up and down, Lucy's hand found its way to her own pussy, her fingers tracing the damp fabric of her underwear. She was torn between the urge to flee and the burning desire to keep watching.
The sound of Mirajane's slurps and Malik's grunts grew louder, filling the corridor. Lucy's knees felt weak as she watched her friend take his length deep into her throat, her eyes watering with the effort. Malik's hand tangled in Mirajane's white hair, guiding her movements with a gentle force that seemed to drive her on. The sight was mesmerizing, and Lucy felt her own hand slip under her clothes, her fingertips brushing against her slick folds. She bit her lip to stifle a whimper, her eyes never leaving the erotic tableau in front of her.
The anticipation was unbearable. Mirajane's mouth released Malik's cock with a pop, both the dick and her lips shiny with saliva. She then started rubbing his cock all over her face, the mixed cum from the previous orgasm and the new saliva, all spreading ever inch of her. Then she looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust. Malik, his hand still fisted in her hair. Without words being spoken, Mirajane nodded eagerly, her cheeks flushed and her breath ragged. Malik's cock hovered in the air, thick and pulsing with desire, as Mirajane leaned back in and took it in again. This time, she didn't stop until her nose was buried onto his pelvis. Her throat convulsed around his girth, and she gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she pushed herself further, her eyes never leaving Malik's as he watched her with a mix of pride and hunger. "How can she fit all that in her mouth" Lucy thought.
With each deep throat, Malik's hips jerked involuntarily, his breath hissing out through clenched teeth. He began to slap Mirajane's face repeatedly, the sound echoing through the room like a wet claps. Mirajane's eyes rolled back in her head, and she moaned around his length, her hands reaching up to cup his balls. The sight was obscene, yet Lucy found it impossible to tear her gaze away. She felt her own body respond, her hand moving under her shirt to pinch her nipple.
Mirajane took it all, her throat working overtime to accommodate him amidst his slapping, with her eyes bulging slightly with each impact. Yet she persisted, her love for Malik's cock apparent in every move she made. Then he pinched her nose and spit started bubbling around the base of his dick. Only to let go of her nose and start thrusting his hips upward, fucking her face. Mirajane's mascara ran down her cheeks, mixing with the tears and spit, creating a messy, erotic painting. Lucy's hand slid down to her jeans, her other hand fumbling with the button. She was soaking wet, and she needed relief.
Mirajane's moans grew louder, muffled by the cock invading her mouth. Lucy could see her friend's tongue somehow licking his ballsack with her owns massaging them, her eyes begging for more. Malik's grunts grew closer together, his breathing erratic. It was clear he was close to climaxing again, and Lucy felt her own orgasm building, her clit pulsing in time with the slaps. Then Malik abruptly yanked his cock out from her mouth and began to smack Mirajane's face with it—both sides of her face and even. Malik's slaps grew harder, faster, his cock moving in a blur as he abused her face with his manhood. The smack of flesh on flesh grew louder until he said not "not yet," and brought her up to eye-level, telling her the ass-fucking can wait.
With a shift of weight he repositioned themselves, Malik's cock still standing tall, a testament to his unflagging stamina. Mirajane laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide, and Malik knelt between them, his cock pointing straight at her pussy. The head of his dick glistened with their mixed cum and Mirajane's spit. He leaned down, and Lucy watched in awe as he kissed her, their tongues tangling together in a sloppy dance of passion. Mirajane's arms wrapped around his neck, her body arching up to meet his as he kissed down her neck and chest. He took one of her breasts in his mouth, suckling and biting her nipple until she squealed, the sound muffled by his mouth.
Their lovemaking grew more intense as Malik aligned himself with Mirajane's entrance, his cock nudging against her swollen clit. Lucy's hand had made it inside her pants, her own fingers circling her clit as she watched her friends in rapture. Malik pushed into Mirajane with a groan, his cock disappearing into her folds. Mirajane's eyes rolled back in her head, and she threw it back, her tits bouncing with the impact of his body. Her nails dug into the sheets, leaving little half-moons in the fabric.
They moved together in a rhythm as old as time, Malik's cock pumping in and out of Mirajane's tight pussy. Her squeals grew louder with every thrust, and Lucy's hand moved faster, matching their pace. Mirajane's hips bucked up to meet him, her pussy clenching around him like a vice. Malik leaned down to capture her mouth in another bruising kiss, their teeth clashing together as they devoured each other. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of lust and passion that seemed to crescendo with every passing second.
Mirajane's hand snaked down to her clit, and she began to rub it in quick, frantic circles. Mirajane's hand moved faster, her breath hitching as she approached her own climax. Lucy could see the muscles in Malik's arms and back tense, his abs rippling as he drove into Mirajane with everything he had. Malik started mauling her perfect round tits, every inch of them until he bit down on both nipples together.
Mirajane's squeals grew louder, more frantic, until she screamed out her release, her body shuddering with the power of it. Lucy watched as Mirajane's pussy contracted around his cock, trying its best to milk him. The sight was so erotic, so overwhelming, that Lucy had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing.
As Mirajane's orgasm subsided, Malik rolled them over, his muscles flexing and rippling under the sweat-slicked skin. He lay on his back, his cock still hard and demanding. "Ride me," he murmured, his voice thick with need. Mirajane's giggle was breathless as she straddled him, her own excitement mirroring his. She positioned herself over his cock, and Lucy watched as he filled her again, this time her pussy stretching around his girth as she took him in deep.
Mirajane began to rock her hips, her eyes fluttering shut as she found her rhythm. Malik's hands gripped her waist, guiding her movements, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just above her hips. Lucy could see the muscles in his stomach tense with each upward thrust, the veins in his arms standing out as he held onto Mirajane. The room was filled with the sound of their passion—the wet slap of flesh, the squeak of the bedsprings, and Mirajane's whimpers of pleasure.
Mirajane's giggle grew into a moan as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Malik's eyes were locked on them, his expression one of pure rapture. Then, with a wicked smirk, he reached up and slapped one of her tits, the sound echoing in the room. Mirajane's eyes shot open, and she let out a gasp of shock that quickly turned into a moan of pleasure. She began to bounce faster, her movements more erratic, her body begging for release.
As Lucy watched, she felt her own orgasm building, her fingers moving in tight circles over her clit. She was so close, so very close, to matching Mirajane's peak of pleasure. She bit her lip, trying to keep quiet, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity as she masturbated in the hallway.
But Malik had other plans. He spun Mirajane around, like a bolt nut on a screw. "Finally," he licked his lips, voice gruff with need. Mirajane, with pussy still clinging to him, spread her cheeks, exposing her tight pink asshole, and Malik's eyes ice blue eyes sparkled with patience rewarded. Lucy felt a thrill run through her, a mix of excitement and terror at what she knew was coming next.
Malik jiggled her cheeks with this tip of his dick kissing her anal entrance. "Your choice" Malik chuckled. Mirajane herself giggled "What choice do I have?" and slowly sat her pale round ass onto his proud pole, descending into penetration an inch at a time. Halfway through, he just pushed in, and Mirajane's scream of pain-laced pleasure filled the room. Lucy's hand stilled on her clit, her eyes wide with shock. She had never seen anything so raw, so primal, so beautifully depraved. Malik's cock disappeared into Mirajane's ass.
The sight was too much. Lucy's own orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, and she had to stifle a scream. Her knees buckled, and she slid down the wall, her hand still buried in her pants. She felt the warmth spread through her, the tension in her body dissipating like mist in the sun. Her eyes remained glued to the scene in front of her, unable to look away from the raw passion playing out just feet away.
Mirajane's breath was coming in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort of taking Malik's thick cock. But she didn't resist; instead, she pushed back into him, her ass cheeks spread wide as he began to thrust up into her. The sound of their skin slapping together was punctuated by Mirajane's moans, the sight of her tits bouncing in the air as he fucked her from below. Lucy watched, her own hand still moving over her clit, her mind racing with thoughts of what it would feel like to be in Mirajane's place.
Malik's moans broke through the silence of the hallway, a deep, guttural sound that made her knees wobble. His eyes never leaving Mirajane's as he rolled onto his back. Mirajane giggled, the sound light and airy, as she straddled him again. This time, though, she was in control. She lowered herself onto him, her giggle morphing into a moan as his cock filled her once more. Lucy's eyes were drawn to the sight, the way Mirajane's body moved with each downward slide, the way Malik's abs flexed with each upward pump.
Mirajane's tits bounced in the air as she rode him, the tips brushing against his chest with every movement. Malik's hands gripped her hips, guiding her, urging her to go faster, deeper. Lucy's own hand drifted back to her pussy, her fingers sliding in easily, coated with her own arousal. She watched as Mirajane leaned back, her hair cascading down her back, her eyes half-closed with pleasure. The sight was mesmerizing, and Lucy felt her own body responding in kind.
With a wicked grin, Malik reached up and slapped Mirajane's ass, the sound ringing through the room like a gunshot. Mirajane yelped but didn't stop, instead increasing her pace. The sight of Mirajane's perfect ass bouncing was too much for Lucy to handle. She felt her own orgasm building again, and she couldn't help but rub her clit, her eyes glued to the erotic display in front of her. Malik's hands gripped Mirajane's waist, and he kept thrusting up into her, his hips moving in a blur. Mirajane's moans grew louder, her body shaking with every impact. Lucy could see the head of Malik's cock popping out between Mirajane's cheeks with each thrust, a lewd and tantalizing sight that sent a fresh wave of arousal through her body.
The sound of their lovemaking grew more intense, more urgent. Mirajane's tits bobbed and jiggled as she bounced on his cock, her ass spread wide and taking him deep. Malik's grunts grew louder, more primal, his entire body taut with the effort of holding back. Lucy felt her own climax approaching, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. She knew she couldn't stay here much longer, not without giving herself away.
But she was trapped, unable to move, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of Mirajane's ass riding him like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco. The room was a whirlwind of sensation, and she was caught in the middle, her body aching for release. And then it hit her, the wave of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, her orgasm crashing through her like a tornado. She bit her lip hard, muffling the scream that wanted to escape. But even if it had, it would've been drowned out by the roar of this beast-incarnate. The houseshook as if a bomb exploded, and Lucy regarded that yes, and there was a detonation inside her friend's asshole.
Now the sight in front of Lucy were two people in a subdued state; Malik with arms both stretched outwards and Mirajane, with her back arched and arms stretched behind keeping balance on the bed, yet still impaled.
Finally she had seen enough. Her body was still on fire, her core throbbing with need. She turned to leave, but as she did, the lace of her top caught on the latch of the door, tearing a small hole in the fabric. She cursed under her breath, her hands trembling as she untangled herself. Malik's head snapped up, his crystal blue eyes locking onto hers. Her heart stopped, and, for a moment, time too stood still. Then, a sly smile spread across his face.
"Well," Malik, his voice smooth and teasing. "What did our audience think?."
Mirajane followed his gaze, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw Lucy. "Lucy!" she gasped, her voice a mix of embarrassment and concern. She quickly pulled the sheets up to cover herself, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
Lucy felt her face burn with shame and guilt. "I—I'm sorry," she stammered, backing away. "I didn't mean to—I just—I'll go."
But Malik was already rising from the bed, completely unfazed by his lack of clothing. He moved toward her with the confidence of a predator stalking its prey, and Lucy found herself rooted to the spot, unable to look away. Why does he have to be so damn attractive? she thought, her mind a jumbled mess.
Lucy's eyes flickered downward, despite herself. Malik's body was a masterpiece of power and grace, every muscle defined and glistening with sweat.
But it was impossible not to notice the sheer size of him—his cock thick and heavy, standing proudly pointing to the ceiling. Her breath caught in her throat as she compared it to the glimpses she'd accidentally caught of Natsu and Gray over the years.
Natsu, with his fiery energy and boundless enthusiasm, had always been... modest in that department. She remembered one time when he'd stumbled out of the shower, towel forgotten, and she'd seen more than she bargained for. It had been small, almost boyish, and she'd quickly averted her gaze, cheeks burning. Gray wasn't much better—lean and toned, but nothing impressive. She'd seen him stripping off his clothes mid-battle more times than she could count, and while he was confident, there was no denying he lacked in size.
But Malik... Malik was something else entirely. His length was easily twice, maybe even three times what she'd seen on Natsu or Gray. Thick and veined, it looked almost intimidating, yet undeniably enticing. Lucy felt a strange heat pooling low in her stomach, a mix of shame and desire that made her head spin. How could someone like him even exist? And why did it make her feel so... curious?
Malik's smirk deepened as he noticed where her gaze had landed. "See something you like?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement. He took another step closer, and Lucy instinctively stepped back, her heart pounding.
"I—I didn't mean to—" she stammered, her face burning hotter than ever. She wanted to run, to escape this situation before it spiraled further out of control, but her feet refused to move.
Lucy's mind raced, torn between embarrassment and an inexplicable urge to stay. She couldn't deny the effect Malik had on her, even if it terrified her. And now, with the image of him burned into her mind, she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to look at Natsu or Gray the same way again.
Mirajane sat up abruptly, the sheets pooling around her waist as her gaze sharpened, flicking between Lucy and Malik. Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of crimson, her usual poise crumbling under the weight of the situation. "You—you know Lucy?" she stammered, her voice tight with disbelief. "How do you two—?"
Malik leaned back slightly, his smirk deepening as he tilted his head toward Lucy. "Oh, this little angel? We met at a bar in Fiore about a week ago. Took her on a tour of Magnolia the other day—she's quite the guide." His amber eyes glinted with mischief as he swung his gaze back to Mirajane. "Didn't realize you were the type to keep secrets, Mira. Guess you're not so perfect after all."
Mirajane's eyes narrowed, her lips parting as she shook her head. "That's not the point, Malik." Her voice was sharp now, laced with a rare edge of anger. "You—what were you thinking? Dragging her into this… this… indecency?"
Before Mirajane could continue, Malik shifted his weight, turning his attention fully to Lucy, who stood frozen in the doorway. He extended a hand, his voice smooth and inviting. "Come here, Lucy. No need to be shy. Mira won't bite—well, not too hard, anyway."
Lucy's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her eyes darted between Malik and Mirajane, her hands gripping the doorframe like it was the only thing keeping her upright. She couldn't seem to form words, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment and confusion.
Malik's grin widened. "Or I could just carry you over. You're light enough, aren't you?" He took a step forward, his movements deliberate, his gaze locked on hers like a predator sizing up its prey.
Lucy's breath hitched, and she instinctively took a step back. But before Malik could move further, Mirajane shot forward, her hand snatching his arm and spinning him around with surprising force. "Enough, Malik!" she snapped, her voice booming through the room. Her other hand came up in a swift arc, the sharp crack of her palm meeting his cheek echoing in the sudden silence.
Malik blinked, his smirk faltering for the first time as he touched the red mark blooming on his cheek. "Mira," he said, his voice low but tinged with amusement. "I didn't take you for the jealous type."
Mirajane's eyes flashed with fury, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. "This isn't jealousy, Malik. This is disgust. You can't just—just act like this and think it's okay. Have you no shame?" Her voice wavered slightly, but her anger was palpable, her glare sharp enough to cut glass.
Malik chuckled softly, his smug demeanor returning as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Shame? Never been much for it, Mira. But I'll admit, the fire in your eyes… it's making this whole situation a lot more interesting."
Mirajane's jaw tightened, her hand still clutching his arm. "Get out," she said, her voice cold and commanding. "Now."
Malik raised his hands in mock surrender, Mirajane sank back onto the bed, her hands covering her face as she let out a shaky breath. "Lucy," she began, her voice muffled but still painfully soft. "I'm so sorry. I didn't—I didn't know."
Lucy couldn't believe her eyes. Mirajane had just slapped Malik—a man who radiated danger with every breath—and now she was scolding him like a child. Her hands clutched the doorframe tighter, her voice trembling as she finally managed to speak. "Mira… how do you even know him?"
Mirajane froze, her eyes widening as if the question caught her off guard. She turned to Malik sharply, her voice laced with suspicion. "Did you tell her anything about who you are?"
Malik chuckled, leaning casually against the bedpost as if the drama unfolding around him was nothing more than entertainment. "Nope," he said with a shrug, his amber eyes glinting mischievously. "She thinks I'm just a foreigner here on a job to kill some politician. Must've missed the part where I mentioned my history."
Mirajane's jaw tightened, and in a swift, furious motion, she grabbed his ear and twisted it sharply. "You're unbelievable!" she hissed, her voice rising. "Did you just become an asshole after leaving, or were you always this insufferable? No wonder you never got in touch with anyone after you—" She stopped herself, her face softening as she glanced back at Lucy.
"He was in Fairy Tail," Mirajane said quietly, her voice tinged with a mix of regret and frustration. "But he left five years ago."
Before Lucy could process this revelation, Malik leaned in and planted a quick kiss on Mirajane's cheek, his smirk never faltering, as if Mirajane's words barely touched him. "My clothes can stay here," he said lightly and casually, his amber eyes glinting with mischief.
And then, in an instant, after winking at her, he vanished—no puff of smoke, no flash of light—just gone. Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at the empty space where he'd stood, her first glimpse of his magic leaving her both awestruck and breathless.