*Rated M for smut*
The wind from outside made Lucy's windows rattle, the raindrops shooting against it like bullets. She tapped her nails against the table and sighed. Why did the storm have to draw over Magnolia today out of all days? She, Natsu, Happy, Gray, Erza, Wendy and Carla were supposed to be on the beach right now, enjoying the sunset in the tropical air, having cocktails and playing cards, enjoying themselves! Well, assuming they'd be done with the mission by that time, but still! She could be smearing her tanned body with lotion right now, admiring her newly acquired tan-lines.
Another sigh passed her lips, and she considered turning in for the night. It wasn't any use – the day was over, the deadline for the mission had passed, no cute bartenders could flirt with her and Erza, giving them free drinks and risking getting charred by a certain hot headed wizard, and she didn't have any good movies to watch to soothe her over. Today was really bumming her out.
She pulled her hair behind her ear and put the kettle on the stove. She was out of snacks, but some tea before bed wouldn't hurt. Then she heard it. Her window cracking open, a violent puff of cold air messing around with papers and magazines she had laying around her room, and the panting of a guy who clearly didn't use his head properly.
"Natsu!?" She'd rushed into her bedroom, hot tea in her hand as the other one rested on her hip. "Why are you here? The weather's terrible, you shouldn't be running around outside like this."
Natsu, who was dripping wet, completely ruining her bedsheets, just smiled sheepishly.
"I was bored!" He wrung out his soaked scarf and then dragged a hand through his hair. He… looked good with his hair like that. But Lucy shook her head.
"You'll get a cold! Oh, and look! You've soaked the bed…" Lucy groaned and approached him, putting her tea aside. She pulled him away from the bed and onto the floor, and then she smacked him over his head. "What were you thinking?"
"Well I was thinkin' that if I'm bored, you gotta be bored!" He winced as he saw Lucy's stern look. "And… ya' know… I kinda figured we could at least be bored together."
Lucy's gaze softened. He'd gone through a typhoon so she wouldn't be alone tonight – she couldn't be mad at him over a small thing like that.
"Alright…" She helped him up from the floor. "You can stay until the wind dies down. I'll make you a cup of tea, you hop in the shower."
She pushed him slightly with her pointer finger in the bathroom's direction.
"It's not like I get sick or anything," Natsu tried to argue, but Lucy shook her head.
"You're wet, dirty, and you smell like a wet puppy. Just wash up and I'll get you clean clothes and a nice, hot beverage."
Reluctantly Natsu went into the bathroom, obeying Lucy's order. In the meantime, Lucy managed to change her bedsheets, make a whole pot of tea, and change into a less sweaty outfit. She had since long given up wooing Natsu through physical attraction: she doubted that showing any part of her body could convince Natsu to fall in love with her, but since he was a fire mage, her apartment would get heated up quickly now that he was around. Changing clothes was only natural. Besides, she'd get to wear the lazy outfit she'd planned for the tropical island: a light pink off-shoulder casual tee that sat snugly on her waist, and a pair of shorts that, though flimsy, were amazingly soft. And they were very short, saving her from any extra fabric to cling to her once she'd inevitably become sweaty.
One last look in the mirror, checking that she looked alright, and she picked up the pile of clothes she'd let Natsu pick from. He could be so peculiar about what he wanted to wear: sometimes he felt like full on sweats, thick fabrics and long pants, while other days it was a struggle just to get him to wear a shirt at all. Therefore she'd picked out multiple options – his normal clothes (but clean), a tank top, a T-shirt, long sweatpants, shorts, you name it. She'd gotten rid of any options that made her want to crawl out of her skin though: jeans and other rough materials didn't belong in her couch on a Friday night.
"Hey?" Lucy knocked on the bathroom door. "Your clothes are on the dresser by the door."
A faint "Right" came from the shower, and Lucy went and took out the teabags so their drinks wouldn't steep for too long. Then she brought everything out to the living room. She figured that the two of them could sit and talk until either the two of them passed out, or the storm died down. Though to be honest, she doubted there'd be any clear skies any time soon.
She'd just gotten comfortable on the couch with her tea in one hand and an old magazine in the other, when Natsu stepped out of the bathroom. She almost spat her tea out at the sight. Wow he looked good. He was only wearing a towel, which she wanted to add, sat dangerously low on his hips, and his hair was still dripping slightly. She wasn't sure if the steam coming off of him was from the hot shower he just had taken, or if he was actively drying himself off. All she knew was that he was steaming hot, and so was she. Damn she needed to get this crush in control.
"Where did'ya put the clothes?" Either he was ignoring her blatant ogling of his torso, or he hadn't even noticed it.
"Right there," she mumbled with pink cheeks, pointing to the dresser that filled out the space between the bathroom door and the doorway to the kitchen. "Gave you a couple of options."
"Thanks!" He sent her a smile and went into the bathroom again to change. By now he'd been trained well: Lucy never reacted kindly to seeing a naked butt in her bedroom, and that wasn't likely to change today. "Do ya' have any good movies?" He asked from behind the door.
Lucy opened her magazine again, grazing the table of contents.
"None."
The door opened again, but Lucy didn't look up from her article. She didn't need to: Natsu would come and sit right beside her either way, making sure to bother her plenty. She'd play along of course, pretending to get annoyed and sighing like no tomorrow. He liked to act needy, and Lucy liked to feel wanted. Maybe there was some deeper meaning there, but she didn't mind. It was comfortable and predictable.
"Luuucy," he whined, plopping down so close to her that he almost sat on her. "Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. Luigi."
She finally looked up.
"Yeah?"
"I'm hungry."
"I'll make you a grilled sandwich if you want." Lucy smiled sweetly and took a sip from her cup.
"Really?"
"No."
"Lucyyy…" This time he decided the bothersome action of choice was to hug her waist, heating up her entire body in one swoop. "Please."
"I made you tea, didn't I? So stop smothering me. I'm reading." She tried to hide the amused smile that threatened to creep onto her face.
Natsu didn't answer for a while, but he stuck to her like she was made of glue. Then he lightly traced the lining of her shirt, felt the edge where her skin was showing. Lucy was so aware of his soft touch, that she wasn't sure if it was his fingers actually being hot, or if it was the fact that it was his fingers on her waist that was making her feel hot. Either way, she couldn't stop her heart from beating a tiny bit harder. Finally, Natsu spoke. A small whisper, but she heard him clear as day.
"You're not reading that magazine," he pointed out, "you always say you hate the journalism in it."
Lucy glanced down at him, but quickly turned her eyes to the page in front of her once she realised he'd been smirking. He was playing with her.
When she still didn't answer, he spoke again.
"I'll make the sandwich myself. But if I accidentally burn down your kitchen you can't be mad at me."
This triggered a groan from the blonde.
"Fine! You win. Now let me go, I'll make you one." She threw the lousy magazine on the floor behind her and put the tea down on a coaster on the coffee table. Natsu seemed to linger for a moment, taking a deep breath in, before he let her go and sat up.
Lucy stood up and glanced down at him again. He'd put on a T-shirt and shorts, almost making him and her match. He seemed to be puzzled about something. She wasn't sure if she hallucinated it, but it felt like he was letting his gaze consume her. Memorise every contour and silhouette she was made of. Surely she was just imagining it though, so she turned her heel and walked to the kitchen. In case he let his eyes linger on her, she swung her hips a little. Nothing that was obvious, just a little something that flattered the curved lines she made out. She'd modelled enough to know her technique.
Seemingly, it worked, because when she bent over to pick up a butter knife she deliberately dropped, she took her chance to sneak a peak at him. The way his Adam's apple moved as he gulped, his eyes darkening and his mind seemingly wandering, were all telling her one thing: he was looking at her in the exact way she'd hoped he would for years. Still, seeing it for real, not just in her imagination, was more than she was prepared for. Her heartbeat picked up and she scrambled to get the toast onto the plate.
She shook her head. No, surely her imagination was just playing games with her. Why would he suddenly become interested in her today of all days? It made no sense. The only thing that made today stick out from any other ordinary hangout was that Happy wasn't around. That's right, where was Happy?
As she plated the finished grilled cheese, she asked him.
"He threw me out for annoying him," Natsu told her. Lucy let out a leisurely laugh.
"Go figure," she chuckled and turned around to bring him the plate. Except her chuckle was cut short, as it almost choked her. It hadn't been her imagination: he was ogling her like no tomorrow. Lucy felt her cheeks turn pink. "You're staring…"
"Oh like you weren't doin' it before," Natsu pointed out. Still, he didn't stop staring.
Lucy knew she wouldn't get an explanation from him. He'd always done whatever he wanted, and she'd never understand his logic behind it. So she placed his sandwich in front of him and sat down, this time keeping a little distance.
"What were you doing to bother Happy enough to kick you out?" She asked, partly because she was curious, but mainly to change the topic. When she picked up her tea she noticed it had gone cold.
"Just… talkin', ya' know." Natsu must have heard her telepathic cry for help, because without a word he placed his hand underneath her cup and quickly heated it up. Not enough to burn her.
"Thanks," she mumbled, "talking about what?"
Natsu paused and looked at her for a couple of seconds before he answered. The things she'd do to get an insight of what was going on inside his head.
"You."
Lucy's heart skipped a beat. Her? As in Lucy? Now she wanted to enter his mind even more. Natsu just innocently ate that grilled cheese, and Lucy's mind was struggling to comprehend what he'd meant. This time though, she didn't have the courage to ask him further.
"Oh," she just said and sipped her tea again. The taste didn't even register. What was he doing today? Was he even aware of how he acted?
The next hour was eerily silent. Natsu finished his food in less than a minute, but then stretched out on the couch, resting his arm in the dip between Lucy's shoulder and the couch's backrest. Lucy had kept slowly sipping her tea, having Natsu heat it up every now and then. His arm was on her shoulder, making her feel warm and sweaty. Did she smell bad? Natsu didn't. In fact, he smelled amazing. Sure, he'd just taken a shower, but there was something about the scent of aftershave and his own, smokey smell that made Lucy's mind go foggy. She felt like she was in a trance.
"Ya' know, when I said we could be bored together I didn't think we were actually gonna be boring." Natsu's loud voice cut through the silence like a machete.
"Well what did you think was going to happen? That I'd have some bouncy castle waiting for you in the bedroom?"
Natsu grinned, clearly undeterred by her sarcasm. Without warning, he jabbed a finger into her side – a quick, calculated poke.
"Eek! Stop that!" Lucy's startled squeal was followed by a cascade of involuntary giggles as she hurried to put down her tea cup before she risked dropping it. Her heart skipped as she glanced at Natsu, who now wore a grin so devilish it practically had horns.
"Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, leaning in with mock menace.
Lucy immediately felt her stomach flip. "Hey, Natsu… Let's not…" Her hands went up in a gesture of surrender, but her plea fell on deaf ears.
Natsu's hands darted forward, finding her waist with precision. As soon as his fingers made contact, Lucy burst into laughter, squirming wildly to escape his grasp. "Ahaha! Stop it, Natsu!" she gasped, her voice a mix of exasperation and uncontrollable mirth.
"Oh, come on, you're lovin' this," Natsu teased, his hands working their way up to her ribs before darting back down to her stomach. Each touch sent Lucy into fits of laughter, her legs kicking as she twisted and turned on the couch in a desperate attempt to wiggle free.
"I am not loving this!" she managed to choke out between laughs, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "Y-you're the worst!"
Natsu's grin widened as he leaned in closer, his fingers now targeting the sensitive spots near her armpits. "Say you surrender!" he demanded, his tone playful but relentless.
"Ahaha! Fine! I surrender! I surrender!" Lucy cried out, her cheeks flushed from the constant giggling. She tried to grab his wrists to stop him, but Natsu was quicker, evading her attempts with ease.
"See? I knew I could make things fun," he said with a chuckle, finally easing up on his tickling assault. Lucy collapsed back onto the couch, still giggling as she tried to catch her breath, her hair a mess and her face red.
"You're a menace," she panted, glaring at him weakly.
"And you're way too easy to mess with," Natsu shot back, plopping down beside her with a triumphant grin. "Admit it, though. You're not bored anymore."
Lucy groaned, tossing a decorative pillow at him for good measure, but the slight smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. "Fine. But next time, you're the one getting tickled."
"Oh yeah? I bet you can't even lay a finger on me," he challenged, taunting her teasingly with an impish laugh.
Lucy sprung up again from her half-lying position and put her hands in front of her with a menacing motion.
"You wanna bet?"
Natsu let out a puff of smoke through his nostrils, the cocky gesture enough to spur her into action. With one smooth motion, she lunged toward him, hands outstretched. Just as her fingers grazed his side, Natsu moved lightning-fast, catching her wrists in his firm grip.
"Not so fast," he said, his grin turning downright devilish. Lucy wriggled in his hold, trying to pull free.
"Hey, that's cheating! Let me go, you… mush-brained cheater!"
"Mush-brained..?" A quick snort made it out of him. She blushed. Her insult wasn't the most creative, she realised. " And I'm not cheating. I'm winning."
Natsu teased her as he held her wrists effortlessly. She was pinned down, like she'd been so many times before when they were sparring. Except, he'd always let her go relatively quickly, eager to start the next match. This time, he stayed straddling her, observing her every expression, every reaction.
"Sure, you won," Lucy whispered, her heartbeat echoing way too loud in her ears. Her eyes darted back and forth over Natsu's face as she tried to understand his expression.
"You changed clothes."
Natsu's breath against her face made her light headed.
"What?"
"You had sweats on when I came."
Lucy furrowed her brow. What was he getting at?
"Yeah but you're a furnace. I sweat easier than you do," she tried to explain. Natsu's eyes didn't convey that he was registering her reasoning though.
"Those shorts are weirdly… short. They don't cover anythin', I don't get them."
"What are you trying to say," she breathed. His hands slightly tightened over her wrists before they loosened again.
"I wanna kiss you."
"What."
"I wanna kiss you."
Lucy's heart was beating so hard she thought it was going to split her torso open. Those words came from Natsu. Her Natsu, her best friend who never thought about anything other than food and fighting.
"You sure it's not just… gas?" Lucy croaked out.
"Gas..?" Natsu's eyes narrowed. "Why on earth would I mistake wanting to kiss ya' for gas?"
"I don't know!" Lucy squeaked. "Why do you want to kiss me!?"
"Because you're funny!"
A little bit of spit made it out of Natsu's mouth as he spoke, earning a wince from Lucy.
"God, I asked for the news, not the weather," she mumbled, "why do you want to kiss funny?"
"Because you say stuff like that and I just wanna… kiss you. Why do I have to explain this?" Natsu burst out, not sure if he wanted to laugh or get upset. Lucy herself felt like she was going insane: this wasn't supposed to happen today. She wanted it to, just like she wanted it to happen every day, but she didn't expect it to!
"Fine!"
"Fine?"
"Yes, fine! Kiss me!" Lucy squeezed her eyes shut. And then she waited. When a minute passed and no lips were on her, she slowly opened them again. Natsu looked like he was about to cry from laughter. "Why do you look like that?"
Natsu stifled a laugh.
"Why do you look like that?" He snickered, leaning his head on her forehead.
"Like what?"
"A blowfish," Natsu answered without missing a beat.
"I don't look like a blowfish. You can't say that to a girl you're gonna kiss!" Lucy's face was beet red. She never thought in a billion years she'd be having this conversation.
"I didn't think the girl I was gonna kiss would look like a blowfish," he tried to explain, only earning a blown raspberry from Lucy.
"Then don't kiss me," she pouted.
"Nuh uh, no take backs."
"Why do you get to decide?"
"I won the tickling war. Twice."
"You cheated."
Natsu didn't answer. He didn't need to. Lucy knew she was stalling the next action. She didn't feel prepared – did her breath smell okay? Her mouth felt dry from the bitterness from the tea. But then she thought about Natsu's cheese-breath and calmed down slightly. She doubted that he'd be judging her… taste.
"I'm gonna kiss ya' now." Natsu's face looked so serious. Lucy's stomach flipped.
"Okay."
"Just don't… close your eyes again."
Just as Lucy was about to answer him with another snarky OK he closed their distance. He kissed her. His chapped lips against hers, his entire body weight holding her down from actually flying into the air in glee. She slowly closed her eyes and let herself sink into the kiss. Her heart raced, the world outside fading into irrelevance as it deepened.
Natsu moved his hands from her wrists to her waist, grabbing experimentally at her love handles. With her hands now free, she allowed them to trail up to rest against his chest. She could feel the strong, steady rhythm of his heartbeat under her palm, a mirror to her own racing pulse. The kiss was anything but delicate – it was clumsy, unpolished, entirely them. Yet it was perfect in its own way: the trying tongue against her lip, asking for entrance, the teeth accidentally clacking against each other as they tried to win the made up sparring match, and the sloppy drooling combined with their heavy panting. Lucy's stomach felt like a circus.
When they finally broke apart, Lucy opened her eyes to find Natsu staring down at her.
"You taste like cheese." Before Lucy could stop herself, she'd said it.
"Shut up." Natsu smiled softly at her before dipping his head down to kiss her again.
This time it was nothing like before. Natsu's hand slowly roamed the dip of her waist as he left airy, wet kisses on her lips. Lucy quickly got hungry for more, letting her hands slither through his soft locks and bringing his head down to her. She wasn't experienced in the area, but she knew that Natsu's mouth was hotter than normal: still, the taste of another person was exhilarating, and she felt herself drag her tongue against his sharp canines as Natsu followed her hungrier approach.
When Natsu's fingers trailed under her shirt, Lucy heard herself gasp. Her reaction only seemed to egg him on, as he let his hand feel her toned stomach, fingertips grazing the underside of Lucy's boobs.
"Oh my god," she gasped, "you're touching my boob."
Natsu raised his head slightly, dark eyes observing her face.
"Do ya' want me to stop?"
"... No."
Lucy just catched a brief smile in the corner of Natsu's mouth as he dipped down again and kissed her. She was sure Natsu was going deaf with how loud her heart was, but this wasn't the time to be bothered by such a thing. He was kissing her tenderly and touching her breasts, and Lucy's entire body felt electric. Carefully, like she was asking for permission, she tugged at the hem of Natsu's shirt. She wanted to feel his body against her fingertips too, let them run along scars, dips and crevices, she wanted to feel everything. When Natsu didn't react, still too busy groping her, she took the matter in her own hands, pulling the fabric up over his head.
In a bothered frenzy, Natsu ripped his T-shirt in two, earning a surprised squeak from Lucy.
"I'm not buying you a new one," she scolded, before quickly adding, "and don't you dare rip my clothes!"
"Oh come on, your clothes always get ruined one way or another."
"On missions. And whose fault is that?"
Natsu rolled his eyes, resorting to shutting her up with his mouth. This was actually convenient, even if Lucy knew exactly what he was doing: no reason to complain when this was his method.
This round Natsu went wilder. Biting, sucking, squeezing, and as his fingers accidentally brushed against Lucy's nipple, she moaned into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy it when she reacted vocally, as he immediately rewarded her with a slow grind against her groin, earning a sharp draw of her breath and nail lightly scratching his back. A quick thought that they resembled animals crossed Lucy's mind, but she let it go as quickly as it had entered. So what if they were being animals: they were only human, both of them. Though she stood corrected as she slightly opened her eyes for a second and realised that Natsu was smoking. Thick, sooty air left his flared nostrils, leaving the air in the apartment foggy.
Right on cue, the fire alarm went off, the loud sound making Natsu jump off Lucy in shock.
"Shit," Lucy scrambled herself together as she hurried to drag a stool in position. Faster than she'd ever managed to before, she pulled out the batteries from it, then threw all parts haphazardly on the floor behind her.
She glanced down at Natsu, who from her position on her chair, stood quite a bit lower than her. Then she giggled.
"What's so funny?" he asked, his brow furrowing as he crossed his arms over his naked chest.
Lucy brushed her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear.
"You," she said simply, her lips curving into a smile. "Didn't think you'd set yourself on fire."
Natsu walked up to her, placing his hands on her hips. Lucy answered his small sign of affection by dragging her hand through his hair, bringing his bangs back.
"Ya' should've thought of that before ya' started kissing a dragon," he murmured, a small blush hinting at his cheeks.
"Well… There's no alarm to stop us now, though." She smiled at him from above. Her implications earned a small squeeze to her butt before Natsu hugged her closer to pick her up. Lucy giggled, but quickly laid her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, making her sit in a straddle as he carried them to her bedroom. She pushed a stray hair out of Natsu's eyes before she leaned in and kissed him again.
For a split second, her mind wandered. Was this really such a good idea? Were they ready for the actions they were signing up to? A fire alarm was killed, don't mind her theatrics, a shirt was torn, and Natsu had for the first time been allowed to grope Lucy's chest and buttocks. This could lead to real action. Not that Lucy didn't want it to happen, but she wasn't sure if she'd picked her sexy panties or not, and oh, that's right, they hadn't confessed. Not to loving each other at least. Natsu had confessed that he wanted to kiss her, but for all she knew it was out of boredom. Still, her body was begging her to let this happen, no matter the reasoning behind it. And before the split second was over, she'd decided to hell with reason, let's do it.
Her sudden resolve came with a new hunger that let her lips stray from Natsu's. At first they traced his jaw, up against his ear, but then she dipped lower and started kissing the back of his neck. The rumbling growls that Natsu's throat let out as he slowly stepped towards the edge of her bed, only made Lucy suck and nibble harder. She wanted him to have marks that lasted, signs that would tell him every time he looked into the mirror, that she'd been wanting this as much as he did.
When he finally dropped her onto the bed, he started pulling up Lucy's shirt, savouring the short moment that their faces weren't glued to each other. The stare that followed as soon as the fabric was discarded, made Lucy cross her arms over her breasts by instinct.
"You're looking too much…" she whispered, her nipples hardening along with the goosebumps that spread along her arms. She tried to read Natsu's face as he slowly moved her arms out of the field of vision. When his pupils dilated and his Adam's apple moved, she felt slightly more at ease – he liked what he was seeing.
His eyes darted up again to meet Lucy's.
"Can I…?" His voice was raspier than earlier, like his words were coming from a part of his vocal box that hadn't been used before.
Lucy was sure her face was as pink as her guild mark, but she nodded. He'd been feeling them right before the fire alarm had gone off, but it was different when they were out in the open like this, free to observe as much as he'd like. When his calloused hand made contact, a shaky breath made its way out of her lungs. They were warm. Of course they were, but it hadn't been as obvious before. Was he as nervous as she was? She wished she could have his super hearing for a few seconds, just to listen in on his heartbeat for once.
Her attention was quickly brought back to the moment when she felt a certain hardness against her hip-bone. Oh god. He was enjoying this too. Him. Natsu. Her teammate. Her best friend. He was getting hard to the sensation of her boobs. It gave a reaction that she didn't expect: a certain pulsating in her own nether regions. She was starting to feel torn between wanting to keep things slow and take their time, or to just rip off both their pants and just start humping like bunnies. She'd frankly never needed someone as much as she needed him at this moment. Still, she didn't yet dare to move. He was softly kneading her right boob, kissing her collar bones, and honestly? That alone was more than she could ever imagine he'd figure out to do.
"N-Natsu…" she breathed, grabbing his bicep to steady herself. "How do you… know..? All of this?"
Natsu gave her one more fluttery kiss on her lean shoulder before picking his head up. He seemed to enjoy the flushed face Lucy had on, his lips curling to a seductive smile. At least seductive according to her.
"Guys talk."
Such a simple answer, yet it only left Lucy blushing harder. He knew so much more than he let on, didn't he?
He stopped her train of thoughts by kissing her again. Softly, his warm tongue only slightly meeting hers as his thumb pressed slightly against her hard nub, earning an airy moan in return. He repositioned himself, still playing with her nipple and sending bodily reactions that Lucy didn't know her nipple could give, making his thigh rest against her aching core. Before Lucy could stop herself, she rubbed against him. Her panties were surely soaked by now, but in all honesty, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Natsu's touch was pleasuring her, and Lucy felt better than she ever managed to feel on her solo sessions. And they hadn't even gotten to the good parts yet.
Suddenly Natsu's face left Lucy's, once again trailing down her torso, this time landing on her left nipple. The sensation of having both played with simultaneously was more than she'd expected, gasps and whimpers filling the silence from before. Her voice spurring Natsu on, he carefully grazed his teeth against the nipple.
"Ah!"
The sudden shout made him pause.
"You alright?"
Lucy laughed, her shock having not quite died down yet.
"Well, it's just… A bit too sensitive for… that… action," she nervously giggled. Natsu looked up at her, puppy eyed as he licked it softly to apologise – the sight making Lucy giggle even more.
"What is it now?" He asked, getting a little frustrated as their advancements were coming to a slight halt.
"It tickled."
"Lucy…"
"What? It did! Look, feel yourself!" She flicked Natsu's nipple in response, hoping to prove a point. It… didn't quite have the intended effect.
"Felt kinda good," he mumbled, ears tinting pink as he looked away.
"Oh… Wanna switch?"
Before Lucy could blink, Natsu had swapped their positions, leaving Lucy straddling his stomach this time.
"Go ham girl."
Lucy's eyes twitched.
"Please… Never say that again."
"I realised my mistake as I said it," Natsu quickly admitted, "but come on! Let's do this."
He was surprisingly eager, and though Lucy never would have guessed she'd be sucking on a guy's nipples before she'd even had sex, she still felt compelled to do it. After all, this was their time. They were the ones who decided how to spend it. So she tucked her hair behind her ear, dipped down, and left a trail of kisses along Natsu's chest, finally landing at its destination: his small, slightly hairy nipple.
Oh god, it was hairy. She had never in her time knowing him, noticed that his nipple was hairy. In fact, she'd never noticed his nipples much at all: they were kind of useless after all. But here she was, licking them, flicking them with her tongue, and Natsu's chest was making all kinds of content, happy rumbling sounds. She didn't want to stop. The fact that it was hairy was definitely getting stored in her memories for later though – if he could tease everything she did, then she could tease him back. It was only fair.
As Lucy worked Natsu's nubbins, Natsu took the liberty to squeeze Lucy. The fat of her thighs, thick of her hips and fullness of her butt, letting his thumbs sink into the fold between her thigh and hip. It was an area he could only reach by going under Lucy's shorts, but even though he granted himself access behind most of her clothes, touching her panty line made his entire body shiver. Lucy couldn't help but feel sexy: he made her feel like the hottest woman on earth, both metaphorically and physically.
Lucy however, took her chance to feel Natsu up for a change. She was on top, so she was the one with the mobility and direct access to pretty much anywhere on Natsu. Starting at his shoulders she tried lightly massaging them, before moving down the contours of his torso. When her fingertips felt the almost symmetric bumps of Natsu's abs, she also took the momentum to crawl down, leaving a trail of wet kisses. She wanted to lick those abs, and maybe she'd even get the momentum to do more…
Blrrrrbt.
Natsu's rumbling moans broke into loud laughter. Lucy had just blown raspberry into his stomach.
"Wha- whatchu do that for?" Natsu forced out between laughing fits.
"Revenge for the tickling," Lucy smiled proudly. She hurried to crawl up again, being met by Natsu's welcoming hands around her waist. She wanted to kiss that grin of his. Feel every crevice of it, memorise it so well her tongue could mould it into ice cream if she ever wanted to. She doubted that would ever be a situation she'd end up in, but her desire stayed stagnant. She had to kiss that grin.
So, of course, she did. A close lipped peck in the corner of Nasu's mouth. Then another, in the other corner. Then, with her thumb, she felt the length of the lips as she cupped his jaw in her hand. The way his joy always reached his eyes, the way his smile could get so toothy – Lucy never wanted to know a life without it, ever again. She would have been a billion times more nervous if she had been doing actions like these with anyone else: she was so lucky to be allowed access to her best friend like this.
A minute went by where all she could manage to do was look at him, stuck in her own silly grin. Natsu didn't seem to mind, as his brain seemed to be working through her features too, one after one. Lucy brought her hand up and gave Natsu a pet. A stroke from his forehead, over his hair, down to his neck. A popular action, if him leaning into it was anything to go off of. Natsu reciprocated the sentiment, bringing his own hand up to push a lock behind Lucy's ear, and then stroking her head. His grin turned soft and affectionate, and Lucy couldn't take it anymore. Her need to kiss him was out of this world.
"I'm going to kiss you now," she whispered as she slowly leaned forward. Her bare nipples grazed against Natsu's torso, earning a shiver from both of them. Natsu just licked his lips and gulped, seemingly content with her words.
This time she closed her eyes before meeting his lips. They were softer now than they were during their first kiss: thicker, possibly from swelling from their wilder kisses from before. Natsu's hand slipped into Lucy's hair and pressed her closer to him. She took it as a sign to leave the pecking stage, and to welcome their tongues into the scene. She hadn't thought about it much before, but Natsu's tongue was definitely both longer and thicker than hers. She liked it. It reassured her, it was so incredibly him, just like his sharp teeth against her bottom lip. Gradually, the sucking and biting got more frequent, once again adding a sense of urgency between them.
Natsu's hands trailed downwards Lucy's body for the umphteenth time this evening, though this time they seemed to linger on the waistband, a thumb carefully suggesting he wanted to take them off. A quick prayer that she hadn't soaked through her panties enough to leave a wet spot on her shorts, and then she pulled them downwards.
Well, it didn't go as smoothly as she'd hoped. As she was still straddling Natsu's lower stomach, the shorts wouldn't go far without Lucy awkwardly repositioning herself. She bashfully pulled their faces apart.
"Maybe you should be on top."
"Yeah."
Lucy had barely voiced her sentence before Natsu answered her, seemingly bothered by the same thing. Though, before he switched places with her, he pulled down his own shorts, leaving him in his boxers. Lucy couldn't help but stare.
Shit. Was that supposed to fit inside of her? Her heart rate picked up significantly as Natsu laid her down on her back, fluffing up the pillow behind her head. That small action alone was enough to soothe her worries. He was just as inexperienced as she was, yet he still knew to make her as comfortable throughout this as possible. He cared about her: she knew he'd never do anything to hurt her. She took a steadying breath to calm down.
As Natsu bent over her to kiss her again, she combed her fingers through his hair. Rubbed his slightly pointy ear a little, just enjoyed the fact that he seemed to be as interested in this as she was. Did either of them know what they were really signing up for? Who knows. But right now it didn't bother her. She just wanted him, all of him. To taste him everywhere, feel him everywhere. And if he wanted to do it back, she was going to let him. She trusted him completely, like the clay trusts the sculptor as he runs his fingers through the material. She was so ready to see what he would create, where the two of them would land.
Tongues, teeth, saliva. Saliva, tongues, teeth. In a more urgent manner, Natsu nipped at her lips, the smacking and panting only acting as mere white noise in the background. A slow grind against her groin, and Lucy's voice slipped out. Airy, begging for more. She almost smelled her own juices, setting it in stone that Natsu definitely smelled her. Any other day she'd be bothered, but now it gave her power. A powerful fragrance that lured Natsu in like a carnivorous flower, ready to consume. He'd gladly fall for the trap.
Lucy's patience was starting to wear thin, getting more desperate with each grind. His area was hot, hard, and so incredibly tempting. Finally, she dared to bring her hand down. Just slight cupping, still outside his boxers. The rumble emerging from Natsu stirred with Lucy's privates. She stroked.
"Fuck."
It was probably meant as a whisper against her mouth, but it came out as a content groan. A smile of victory appeared on Lucy's lips, quickly wiped off with a steamy hot kiss from Natsu. He was actually devouring her, digging his tongue so far back into Lucy's mouth that it was stroking her wisdom teeth. Still, she was only encouraged by this, continuing her soft action.
It was… Odd. Touching him like this. She'd only involuntarily seen it in the bath before, but it wasn't nearly this big or hard those times. Now, however, she could actually feel the effect she had on him. The faint twitching from underneath his underwear, his hips bucking to feel her hand against him harder. She could still only imagine what motions he'd do against her privates.
She wouldn't have to wait much longer, she was realising, as Natsu actually traced down the line in the middle of her stomach, went past her navel, and sneaked under her panty line. Her heartbeat rose again, filling her ears with a mix of nervosity and excitement. She hadn't shaved recently, was it going to bother him? No, that didn't matter. His warm fingertip was actually about to dip into her wet slit, and she was grinding against him just at the thought.
Before he actually reached the slit, he picked his hand out of there again. Lucy didn't even get the chance to complain until Natsu pulled away from the kiss, moving himself down to meet her core. He wanted to see her. All of her. A quick glance was sent upwards to see that Lucy was still into it, and then he slowly scooted down her panties. There she was. All of her, right in front of him. Lucy's legs reacted on instinct, closing together before he actually got a full view.
"It's embarrassing if you look so closely," she mumbled, bringing a hand down to shield herself.
"But… you're beautiful?" His genuine confusion comforted Lucy's worries, though she still struggled to open herself to him. It was only when he took her hand himself, squeezed it assuringly, and then softly moved it aside, that she actually relaxed.
When he moved her legs apart, and her lubricated lips opened before him, she had to grab onto the bed sheets to anchor herself. She didn't dare to look at him, for she couldn't even begin to imagine what sort of face he was making right now. Was he impressed? Confused? Maybe a mix of both.
He took a deep breath in, and Lucy's head shot up faster than lighting.
"Did you just sniff me?"
A small smirk appeared on Natsu's face as he saw the horror in Lucy's eyes.
"Yeah." He answered so matter-of-factly that she wanted to smack him. Here she laid with her legs open, horny, in her most vulnerable state, and Natsu took this as a moment to start smelling her. She felt a bit offended.
"I'll wash up-" she tried to stand up, but Natsu held her down at her hips.
"Don't you dare."
Hadn't his voice had a certain arousal to it, she would have fought him on the matter. However, he not only sounded like he was into her smell, but he looked like it as well. As he looked up at her from underneath his brow, she saw a shine in his eye that she'd never been able to place before. Perhaps the closest descriptor was 'desire'. Pure, whole desire.
Lucy laid back down. There was no use trying to stall this: he wanted her now. So did she, but she was, frankly, in a very compromising position. Horny or not, the embarrassment was palatable.
When Natsu's fingertip ran along her slit, Lucy's back immediately arched, along with a whiney moan that slipped out of her lips. She'd never been this sensitive before, her arousal amplified tenfold with the fact that it wasn't her touching it, but him. In the corner of her eye she saw Natsu observe his now lubricated finger, slick and shiny in the dim light that still shone in from the living room. She would have been bothered by it if she wasn't occupied with the throbbing sensation of wanting more.
She didn't have to wait for long before Natsu dove back into action, experimentally feeling all the space between her outer lips. The teasing made Lucy feel like she was going crazy, but she didn't want to rush him – he was still getting to know the area.
When his finger missed Lucy's clit for the fifth time, however, she sat herself up slightly.
"Hey, Natsu…" she carefully started, not wanting to bother his concentration, but still hoping he'd listen. "Can I… show you? The places I like to… have touched?"
Natsu scratched himself in the head with the hand he hadn't been touching Lucy with.
"Sorry if it doesn't feel good," he apologised. "I had no idea there were so many… fleshy parts… down there."
Lucy let out half a chuckle. 'Fleshy parts' wasn't the most flattering name to give to her vagina, but she understood his frustration. In his defense, women were built pretty complicatedly. Raising her hand shakily, she pointed at her clitoris, which was so aroused at this point, that it was poking out of the hood.
"This… is my most sensitive spot." Her voice cracked, embarrassed to act as an anatomy doll for him. Somehow it was exciting in its own way though – sterile and forbidden.
"What's it called?"
She tried to ignore the pleasure of his hot breath against her area, swallowing hard before she answered.
"Well… It's a clitoris."
"I've heard of that!"
Excitedly he poked her button, earning a surprised yelp as Lucy bucked away.
"Ah! Careful!"
"Oh, oops."
Lucy let out half a chuckle as she scooted herself back down.
"Let's touch softly, okay?"
Natsu laughed sheepishly, but took her advice. Instead of aggressively poking, he let a feathery touch feel the crevices of the hood, avoiding the actual nerve bundle completely. When it twitched in response, Natsu looked up at her with shimmery eyes.
"Lucy, look! It's moving!"
Lucy almost sighed. She didn't mind his eagerness to learn, but it was hard to feel sexy when she'd heard him describe worms in the same way.
When Natsu moved slightly down the slit, she stopped him.
"Okay, so, the part you're touching right now is my urethra."
"Urethra?"
"Pee-hole."
"Oh."
When he rubbed the small opening she couldn't help but squirm.
"Don't put anything in there. Like, ever." It was meant as a warning, but Lucy didn't miss the mischievous glint in his eye. He definitely wanted to try, didn't he? She hurried and led his hand downwards. "This is where you'll… enter."
Carefully she pushed his finger in as she tried to control her breathing. One, hot finger was almost more than she could take: she wanted him to fuck her with it. Hard. Natsu wiggled his finger around, hitting some deep spots that Lucy had never felt before.
"Oh. You got tighter."
"Don't narrate it!"
He chuckled an okay before slowly pulling it out, flicking it upwards at the end.
"But your clitoris twitched just now."
"What did I just say?"
"Okay, okay… So, is there anything more? Like, what are these?" He stretched her inner labias apart, opening her up further.
"It's called the labia minora. Pussy lips, more vulgarly…" she added bashfully. She kept quiet when he started stretching them: she just had to accept that there was a certain learning curve to this sort of thing.
"I- Can I taste you?" The question took Lucy by surprise: she didn't think he'd want to. Still, she figured he might as well.
"No teeth. But otherwise, go ahead… oh, but wait, it might taste baah- aah- aaah!"
Heaven. She didn't know how else to describe it, but the sensation beat her own fingers by horse lengths. His tongue lapping at her wetness like a thirsty dog, the way he'd push at her clitoris with just the right pressure, and don't get her started on when he started sucking on it. Natsu was surprisingly a quick learner, understanding that the more excited her moans got, the better she was feeling. Lucy's hands found themselves tangled into his hair, grabbing him and pushing him down harder.
That was until Natsu came up for air, leaving Lucy hanging, practically begging for more. A string of their combined wetness connected Natsu's mouth to Lucy's lady parts, signalling to the world what they'd just been doing. She wanted nothing more than for him to return, to continue eating her out.
Natsu seemed to have other plans though, as he finally pulled down his own underwear, quickly earning Lucy's attention. He was big. Girthy even. And long.
"Your mouth is open," Natsu pointed out, closing her jaw manually with his hand. He gave her a quick peck. Was that what she tasted like? Cheese was definitely no longer her major concern when it came to the taste of things. Tomorrow morning she'd buy some pineapple at the market.
"It's just…" Natsu gave her a peck, "... you're so…" another peck, "... big."
Natsu's eyes widened.
"Ya' think?"
Lucy could only nod. She'd known before that he was packing, but she'd never expected to this degree.
"I'm serious Natsu, you're gonna have to stretch me out."
"Won't you stretch naturally?"
"Well, I probably could stretch around a normal size, but you're definitely… beyond… that."
"Oh."
Lucy consolingly stroked Natsu's arm.
"B-but don't worry! It'll work! You'll just start with your fingers!"
Natsu's furrowed brow revealed the concern he had, but it seemed like he trusted her for now. Surely they'd work things out, the two of them. Lucy directed Natsu's hand, pointing him to the right hole. It was, if possible, even wetter than before, which definitely was a good sign. Lucy would just have to trust her body's capabilities.
In the meantime, as Natsu's pointer and middle finger started stretching the opening of her hymen (by the way, ouch), Lucy decided to take her mind off of things, steering her attention to Natsu's penis. Hot, hard, throbbing, just like it was before. She'd never actually seen an aroused one, but she knew from Erza's erotic books that there were certain parts that were more sensitive than others: not much unlike the clitoris under the hood, the tip peaked out from under the foreskin. Glans she'd seen it referred to. She wasn't sure she liked that name though. It didn't look like a glans, it looked like a bob if anything.
She gathered some courage before grabbing the shaft, happy to report that she could make her fingers reach all the way around, assuring her that penetration still wasn't completely off the table. Hearing Natsu draw for air right by her ear, compelled her to start stroking. Up and down, slowly but surely, bringing the foreskin along with her motion. The fact that he already was dripping with precum was comforting: he liked it. Even before she started touching him, he liked just being with her. It made her feel safe, in a way. They weren't trying to show off anything, not trying to achieve anything other than pleasure. They were in it together.
Lucy's sex was slowly getting used to Natsu's digits, despite them being thicker than anything she'd put in there before. Since he kept the fingering interesting, playing with her clit with his thumb, she was actually finding it quite pleasurable. When he stifled one of his own moans by putting Lucy's nipple in his mouth, she felt her inner walls twitch.
"N-Natsu…" she breathed heavily, squirming under his touch.
"Mnh?" He still had a mouthful of titty, hindering him from speaking.
"I…" Lucy felt her blush reach her ears. "I need you. Please."
Natsu's head perked up.
"Ya' sure? We can take it slow, ya' know."
Was his dick twitching in her hand? She had to give it to him, his self control was outstanding.
"Any slower than this and I'll kick you out of bed," Lucy threatened. Didn't he understand how badly she needed him?
He swallowed hard. Loud enough for Lucy to hear even.
"I'm… nervous." Natsu's eyes searched for Lucy's. "If it hurts at all, tell me. I'm serious."
Lucy managed to smile.
"Same goes for you," she said, realising her mistake as she said it. It wasn't likely that he'd be the one hurting, after all. "... or something."
A chuckle passed Natsu's lips.
"Do ya' have a rubber?"
Lucy nodded.
"Bottom drawer."
After that everything happened quickly. Natsu was faster than she'd expected to get the condom on his length, and she suspected he'd actually practiced putting it on. When he finally positioned himself over her, she gasped at the sensation of their most private, most sensitive parts rubbing against each other. She wondered if her reaction was biological, how her entrance seemed to beg for the blunt object to penetrate her. At the very least, she certainly got wetter.
The sounds of their moaning got caught in their mouths when they met, having searched for the other like magnets. Their kissing was slow and gentle now, revelling in the feeling of finally having connected. Actually connected. Their mouths and hands had been one thing, but this? Lucy was certain that she'd found the meaning of life. And she was about to share it with Natsu.
At first, the penetration seemed to go fine. Half a centimetre was fine, at least. The troubling part was that Natsu's erection wasn't shaped like a perfect cone, gradually getting bigger, but instead got very big, very fast. He was quick to notice her discomfort, as she got tense like a bow, her breathing coming to a quick halt.
"You okay?" He'd stopped himself in his tracks, not daring to move. Lucy nodded.
"Mhm, yeah, sure."
"You're not breathin'."
Lucy let a shaky breath out.
"S-sure I am… see?" She tried to breathe steadily to prove her point. She wanted this so badly, but it seemed like her own body had betrayed her. Kind of, at least. The arousal part was still no problem, it was truly all about the size. "You can try some more…"
Natsu sent a doubtful look, but did as she asked. Slowly, he was entering her. Each millimetre strained her opening more than she'd accounted for, but luckily it was moving forward.
"Fuck."
Or so she thought. A single tear left Lucy's eye, and Natsu pulled out.
"No! Wait! Please, Natsu… I really want to do this." Her voice sounded whiny in her own ears, but she was telling the truth. Even if it was hurting, she knew a good reward was waiting on the other side. Just as long as they got it in, and she got slightly used to it.
"Lucy, I'm scared that I'm hurtin' you." His voice was as shaky as hers, revealing that he was sharing her sentiment. He wanted to do this too.
"But you're not hurting me," she tried.
"But I am," he answered. Softly, but matter-of-factly.
Lucy let out a defeated groan. Why was this so hard? None of the books she'd read had prepared her for this. Then she remembered.
"Oh I know!" Her suddenly happy demeanor perked up the atmosphere between them. Natsu didn't answer, instead waiting for Lucy to explain her shift in emotion. "Levy told me about this thing she and Gajeel-"
Groan. Lucy swore Natsu's erection softened a little.
"Listen," she urged him, not sparing any time. "She told me that this kinda happened for them too. So she got on top instead."
"How's this gonna help us exactly?"
Lucy gave Natsu a soft kiss on his cheek. Go figure he'd be as annoyed with his rival-guild-mates-of-choice when they were intimate, as when they were just talking normally. It was still him after all. Her best friend, just, naked.
"If I decide how much of it I can take, it can't count as you hurting me, right? You can trust me to find a pace that fits me if I… sit… on you," she tried explaining, with lack of better words.
Natsu thought about it for a split second before he nodded.
"Yeah, sure, that works… I just don't wanna imagine metal face while doing it with you, is all."
Lucy giggled as they switched their positions around for the third time today.
"That's up to you," she smiled, landing a kiss on his lips as he put the pillow behind him into the correct position. He looked like he was about to give her a rebuttal right before she let her tongue enter his mouth. This shutting up business seemed to work both ways. Good to know.
Natsu's hands quickly found Lucy's breasts again, this time massaging them softly. Lucy was straddling him again, and it started to hit her that this was it. If this didn't work she wasn't sure what they'd do. She'd probably start stretching her hole during solo sessions, that much she knew, but she didn't actually enjoy that idea as much as she enjoyed the fantasy of her and Natsu doing it in the future. She figured that this really, really, had to work.
Like a moth to the flame, Lucy's arousal sought Natsu's manhood. Their sensitive skin felt so good together that it was crazy that she couldn't just take it all in one swoop. Everything else had been like puzzle pieces fitting together, even when Natsu accidentally treated Lucy's clitoris as a joystick. Despite the initial shock at the time, it still felt right, the two of them doing this.
She straightened up her position, steadying herself with one hand on Natsu's abdomen, and the other one on his thigh. She was going to do this, and once this hurdle was over, she was going to fuck Natsu until he passed out.
With a new resolve leaving her fired up, she dipped her hips down. At first the pain stopped her movement like a wall, but hearing Natsu draw after his breath, feeling his hands grip at her thighs, made her want more. The emotional pleasure she experienced overrode any stinging and aching, and she dipped down further.
Suddenly, a rough thumb found her clit. Lucy opened her eyes to find Natsu's hand right by her core. The jolt of pleasure made Lucy lose some of her strength in her legs, hitting down faster than expected on Natsu's rod.
"Ah~!"
Unexpectedly, the shout she thought had left her lips in painful protest, reached her ears as a singing song of pleasure. The pain was still there, of course, but the new sensation of being filled was much, much better than she'd prepared herself for. Her moan was genuine, to her own surprise.
Another surprise was hearing Natsu's happy chuckle.
"You did it! The tip is in!"
Before she knew it, laughter spilled out of her lips too. Not until Natsu reached up to dry a tear, did she realise that she'd been crying as well.
"Oh my god, I don't know if I'm crying or laughing," Lucy hicked, still carefully balancing the not yet fully finished action. Natsu dried another stray tear.
"Well that's silly." The hand that wasn't cupping her face was now stroking Lucy's thigh, like he was telling her she'd done a good job.
Lucy drew back a sniffle. For a minute, all the motion between them was in Natsu's comforting hands, rubbing along her legs. She attempted to move once, but had to pause before another groan slipped out. He was filling her up in a way she'd never once, in her 25 years on this earth, had thought she'd ever be filled. The rubber did nothing to shield her from the heat his member exuded, and she wouldn't be surprised if Natsu's base was wet with her dripping juices.
Then she took a deep breath, and relaxed. This time it seemed like her body had started getting used to the girth, and she actually fell down another few centimetres down his shaft. Instead of continuing down this time though, she found herself lifting herself up a little, before sitting down further. The pulsating motion earned a cascade of moans, some well earned rumbling deep from Natsu's chest, and then twitching from inside of her. She wasn't sure who was reacting more to this at this point, her or Natsu, but she knew that she was finally getting into it.
Suddenly, Natsu's hips involuntarily bucked. It had been right as she lowered herself down over him again, resulting in his entire length filling her up. The sensation made Lucy throw her head back, the action having a surprised, yet needy, yelp following.
"Holy shit," she panted, her legs losing every last bit of their strength. His action had caught them both off guard, but with Lucy's entire weight over their heated point of connection, there was really nothing more left to do. Natsu managed to swallow between groans, throwing out a quick:
"You okay?"
Lucy quickly nodded, pulling her now sweaty bangs aside. He'd hit her spot. She was sure of it: it completely left her speechless, her insides a twitchy, twirly, borderline orgasmic mess.
Natsu, who had been containing his urge for more for a while now, let his hands reach for Lucy's hips. His dick was pulsating inside of her, closer to the finish line than any of them were prepared for. Still, he wanted to feel the movement of her walls against him: he wanted to feel them contract and bend for his entered package.
Slowly, he moved her hips against his. Lucy, who had already struggled getting anything comprehensible out of her mouth earlier, was now moaning like a squeaky-toy. She'd never thought she'd be this vocal during sex, but here they were. She was glad her landlady turned in for the night early, or she was sure she'd get noise complaints the next day.
While Lucy was reflecting over the volume of her moans, Natsu seemed to be focusing on the quantity – or more accurately, the fact that he wanted more. The speed he rocked her hips gradually picked up, earning a coir of sounds from the blonde. There hadn't been as much pushing out and in as she'd thought there would be, but as long as Natsu was happy, she gladly rode him for as long as he wanted to.
Just as Lucy thought Natsu was going to cum, he brought her torso down towards him in a tight embrace. Not even meeting her in a kiss, just a hug, like he was holding on to his friend, not a sexual partner. In any other scenario that might have been a turn off, but for Lucy? She, who already had a hard time understanding that this new, sensual Natsu was still the same guy she'd been friends with for almost 10 years, found this to be the epitome of sexual pleasure.
Natsu's movements changed from a grinding, semi-quick pace, to a slower, more powerful bucking. He was almost pulling out his length completely, just stopping at the tip, then pushing it all back in with one, smooth motion, hitting a spot deep in Lucy's core that she almost thought she could feel it in her stomach. At that moment he pulled out again, once again stopping at the tip, and then he thrusted in again.
"Lucy…" His moan almost resembled a needy whimper, softly voiced, right by Lucy's ear. Another thrust. As a groan forced its way out of him, he stayed in that fully entered position. The new heat within her revealed what she'd predicted: he came. It didn't go as quickly as she'd expected – she wasn't sure what she thought would happen. Maybe she had an idea that his ejaculation would be like a firework – a steady build up and then 'boom' sperm arrival. Or that it would be like a high pressure hose, just… But this? It almost reminded her more of milking a cow, if the udder had a will of its own and shot out the milk more sporadically. Her own insides reacted to the sensation, aiding the milking of his shaft.
The twitching dick inside of her slowly got softer the following minute. Natsu was panting like he'd finished a race, still hugging her tightly, like he was afraid she'd disappear once the post-nut clarity hit him. Then, he pulled out completely. Lucy rolled over to her side, feeling odd now that she was no longer filled to the brim with Natsu, and she barely registered when Natsu went up and discarded the condom.
When he came back to her, he immediately found his position as her big spoon. No fabric between them this time, just skin to skin, the sweat making them stick together. He kissed her neck.
"Thank you," he whispered, lips still against her nape. Lucy petted the arm that hugged her.
"Thank you, too."
"Did ya'... cum?"
She winced. Oh how she hoped he wouldn't ask. She'd heard of women faking it just to get the night over with, but she didn't want to lie. She stroked his arm again, in a more consoling manner this time.
"Well… no." Natsu stopped kissing her.
"So, what, you're… Unfinished? Did I do something wrong?" The worry in his voice only showed itself in a small voice crack.
"No, no! Nothing wrong at all! I think I was just… Nervous? I mean, it's my first time, and there were so many sensations and… Maybe I tensed up, or I couldn't concentrate, I don't know. But it was really great. You were perfect." She realised she was rambling, but it was unnerving not being able to see his face during a conversation like this.
Quiet. Lucy could make out her heartbeat in the silence that had fallen over them. She wasn't sure what Natsu was thinking so hard about. Was he annoyed that she told him the truth? She doubted that was the case. Was he embarrassed? He didn't need to be, she hoped he knew that. Was he pretending to fall asleep to avoid this awkward conversation? It didn't seem likely, but at the small risk of it being true, she spoke up again.
"Natsu?"
This situation was hard to deal with when Lucy technically still craved completion. Her area still felt hot and swollen, longing to finish what they'd started. She turned around so she was facing him, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush painted over her face.
"It's fine, really. We'll work it out with some practice."
She searched for his eyes in the dim light, looking for any explanation to his silence. She didn't have to search for long, as she seemed to have found his buzz word, igniting a spark in his eyes that almost startled her.
"Practice!"
"Yeah…" Lucy's eyebrows drew together as she tried to understand what he was trying to say.
"No, Lucy, that's it! We'll practice!" Suddenly he'd jumped out of bed, the fact that he was naked clearly not bothering him at all, manhood dangling freely. Lucy shivered. It was cold when he wasn't cuddling close to her.
"Well, sure… we can start tomorrow if you like? Surely you're tired right now." She tried to give him an easy way to opt out, but Natsu shook his head.
"Nuh uh, we should practice now! You're still in the mood, right?" Lucy almost let a 'barely' slip out, but managed to keep her mouth shut. Even if she wasn't riding the same high as before, she still wanted the satisfaction of an orgasm. So she nodded. "Great! Do ya' need water or somethin'? Lotion?"
"Lotion?" Lucy repeated, not even trying to hide her confusion.
"Maybe that's a guy thing."
"Probably… I'd like some water though," she admitted.
"Comin' right up!" Natsu's newfound energy left him practically skipping out to the kitchen, leaving a slightly overwhelmed mage in the bed.
She sat up and rubbed her upper arms, trying to get back the heat he'd taken away from her. It was weird just sitting around, waiting for what they were about to do. Calling it practice pulled out all sensuality from it, and she wasn't actually sure how Natsu was planning on saving this. Though, once she got some water to soothe her thirst, she was looking forward to kissing him again. He was surprisingly good at it. Not that she had a broad framework of what counted as a good kiss, but still, it evoked a happy, twirly feeling inside of her, and that immediately placed it high on the tier-list.
Natsu came back with two big glasses of water. Placing one on the nightstand, and the other one in her hand, he joined her on her bed in a crisscross. Shy wasn't in his dictionary, though she couldn't say she was surprised. She downed the water.
"So, how's it gonna work? Same as before, or..?"
Lucy gave him a side eye. It couldn't hurt for him to act more delicate in a predicament like this. Still, some of this brutal honesty was useful – it made sensitive conversations like this a lot easier to deal with.
"Same as before sounds good, yeah. I could… guide you a little, if you want? I'm pretty sure you can find your way around now though, it's a pretty small area." A lighthearted chuckle escaped her lips. Natsu had returned with the heat she missed before, and suddenly things didn't seem so tense anymore. He had that effect on her – made her all soft and fluffy.
"Small, but complicated," he muttered, not hiding the fact that he still didn't quite understand it. "Like, what's that smooth, round thing at the end of the… tunnel?"
Lucy snorted at his choice of word.
"Are you talking about my cervix?"
"Cervix? That sounds like a superhero name."
"Yeah, you'll consider it a superhero when you learn what it does. When a woman gives birth, that's where the baby comes from. It's gotta stretch out, like, this much," she showed with her fingers, "for the head to even fit. Hurts like a bitch, according to Levy."
Natsu's face was suddenly a shade paler. If he didn't give women enough credit for their power, this ought to do it.
"Damn."
"Yeah. So what do you think, am I setting the mood here?" She playfully bumped shoulders with him. "With information like this you really just wanna get straight to business."
The sarcasm didn't get past Natsu, but he could still only nervously chuckle.
"Wait, that area's really important, right?"
"I guess. It's the tunnel where your swimmers meet the egg, I'd call that important."
"Is it really safe to… do what we just did, then? Like, I didn't disturb the… ecosystem?" Natsu scratched his head. Lucy giggled again.
"Natsu, those parts were designed to do what we just did. If anything it's helping the ecosystem."
"The finger part too?"
"No, that just feels good," she deadpanned. Then she sneaked a hand around his waist, giving him half a hug. With a soft smile gracing her face, she looked at him. "Have I put your mind at ease?"
Natsu returned her smile and swiftly put his glass on the windowsill. When he turned back his head, he returned the hug.
"Yeah. Now it's my turn to put ya' at ease."
Then he kissed her cheek. A soft peck, save the scratch of the stubble on his lip. Then he took her chin and directed her head into a position he deemed fit, and picked up her lips in a real kiss. Still soft, but as warm and exciting as their first kiss had been earlier this evening. It seemed like he wasn't in as much of a rush this time around, as he took his time to stroke her. Warm, rough, slightly calloused hands on her shoulders, her arms, leading down to the dip in her back. His touching made the stirring sensation in her core return, despite the fact that he hadn't touched any stimulating zones. Just the kissing and the stroking was enough to make her want him again.
When Lucy tried to give back some of the affection by tracing his abdomen, Natsu stopped her.
"Lucy, if I go for another round I'll fall asleep. Lemme focus on just you."
It wasn't even an offer, just a clear statement. He was going to make sure Lucy reached her point of satisfaction, even if he technically no longer had anything to gain from it. Other than her affection, which he probably didn't know he had in the bag already.
He attentively laid her down, gently placing her where Natsu himself had been lying just a few minutes ago. The mattress was still warm, and it made her feel like she was safely tucked into an embrace: she wouldn't want to have it any other way. His hands trailed along her sides, slow and deliberate, taking the time to memorize every curve, every inch of her. The tenderness in his touch was almost reverent, and it made her heart thrum just as much as her body. Their mood had gone from friendly and light, to sensual and arousing in the span of seconds: she credited that to their amazing compatibility.
Natsu's lips found her neck, his breath warm and steady as he kissed his way to the hollow of her throat. His stubble tickled, leaving little sparks of sensation that made her toes curl. Every movement was purposeful but unhurried, a simmering intensity that built without rushing to the crescendo.
Lucy's breath hitched as he continued, his hands mapping her hips and thighs, coaxing shivers out of her with every gentle stroke. He seemed to know exactly how to keep her on edge, his touch never lingering too long in one spot, as if he was savoring her reactions.
"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin, his voice low and thick with sincerity. The words sent a wave of warmth through her, and she found herself blushing under his gaze.
His mouth followed the path of his hands, trailing kisses and murmured praises as he explored her with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only thing that existed in that moment. The hot, yet soft wetness of his tongue trailing over her mound, leaving kisses on alternative hip bones, still avoiding direct contact with the desired area. Lucy's needy whimpers didn't seem to urge him as much as she hoped, but they did seem to affect him somewhat, as he responded in small nibbles in her inner thighs when he liked a specific sound she made.
She tried to reach for him again, just to innocently guide his attention to her eager pool of moisture, but he gently caught her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.
"I'll get there," he said softly, and there was something so genuine in his tone that it made her chest ache. "I'll take care of you."
And he did. With every touch, every kiss, every whispered word, Natsu made good on his promise, building her up with an intoxicating combination of care and passion. Then finally, he started. At first just one softly placed kiss, right on her pink pearl, earning a cascade of moans as she adjusted to the sensation of direct contact. His mouth, his fingers, playing her folds like tangents, resulting in a feeling she could only describe as electric.
Then he started fingering her. It almost seemed wrong categorising it as such, because she'd never felt this way fingering herself. The thick stalks of his fingers, bending, searching for her most responsive spots, thrusting in and out while rubbing a spot on her front wall that she'd never found this pleasurable before. She'd long forgotten her brief promise to guide him, which was just as well considering that she couldn't get a single comprehensible word out at this state.
When he added his mouth to the play, licking and slurping the mouth of the arousal, then the clitoris, she felt it: a wave of heat, surging through her, radiating from her core and spreading outward like ripples in a still pond. Her muscles tensed, a delicious ache building as her body reached its apex, trembling under the intensity. Her breath hitched, shallow and ragged, as her heartbeat thundered in her ears, drowning out everything else.
Her fingers curled instinctively, clutching at the sheets – or perhaps at him – seeking some anchor in the overwhelming tide. A shiver ran down her spine, her toes curling as her body seemed to hover on the brink, until finally: she spilled over, the tension unwinding in a rush that left her gasping for air, bending her back, hips bucking against him.
"Na… tsu…" Her orgasmic cry came out as a breathy whimper, barely registering as a voice, but she couldn't help it. Her skin felt electric, every nerve alive with a sensation too sharp to name, and she couldn't help the soft, broken sounds that escaped her lips, her body quaking under the long orgasmic waves.
When the moment finally ebbed, she felt a profound sense of release, her limbs melting into the bed, heavy and sated. Natsu, who'd faithfully continued his actions as she rode out her orgasm, had attentively left her alone once she seemed overstimulated. Her chest rose and fell in sync with her slowing breath, her mind caught in the lingering haze of bliss. Natsu crawled up to her, took her in his warm embrace.
"So, did you cum this time?" He seemed ludicrously proud of himself, smiling like he'd found the cheat code to life itself. Lucy couldn't help but laugh, her body still tingling from the aftershocks. She rested her head against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as she let her eyes close.
"Yeah," she murmured, a smile curving her lips. "Thank you."
He kissed the crown of her head, confirming that her thanks were received. Lucy nestled closer to him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath her. His warmth seeped into her skin, grounding her in a way nothing else could. There was something so simple, so deeply comforting about this—the quiet, the stillness, the way the storm, no, the whole world outside seemed to fade into nothing when they were together like this.
In a way, she wanted to pause time. She always wanted to be in this moment: satisfied, safe, calm, no worries about life endangering adventures – just the two of them, breathing. As the minutes passed, sleep began to pull at her. Any other day it would be a restless time, having her tossing and turning, trying to make sense out of their relationship. But now, in this quiet space, there was no hurry. No rush. Just the slow, comforting rhythm of two hearts beating together, and the deep, unspoken connection that came from simply being present.
Her eyelids fluttered. She was exhausted, and she was sure Natsu was too. His steady, slow breathing hinted that he'd already succumbed to the slumber. Lucy's fingers curled gently into the fabric of his shirt, grounding herself further in the warmth of his presence. There were no expectations, no need for anything more than this. The minutes blurred, and her thoughts began to drift, becoming slower, more fragmented. Her breathing matched his, steady and soft, as sleep finally claimed her. She didn't know when it happened, but eventually, her mind quieted, and her body settled into the stillness. There was no rush, no more questions. Just the deep, uncomplicated comfort of being here, together.
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Lucy slowly stirred, the faint light of the moon slipping through the curtains and casting soft shadows across the room. For a moment, she wasn't sure what had woken her—perhaps it was the cool air against her skin or the stillness that seemed too quiet, too perfect. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the dim light as she shifted slightly, feeling the subtle tension in her muscles from having fallen asleep in one position for too long.
When she turned her head, she noticed Natsu lying next to her, turned away, his back facing her. They weren't tangled together like before. His body was relaxed, the soft rhythm of his breathing steady and unhurried, but the small space between them felt suddenly vast.
She lay there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his back, the gentle slope of his shoulders. Her heart ached in a way she hadn't expected. It hit her that she never confessed her feelings for him. She'd kissed him, made love to him, shared absolutely everything but the small word love.
Tiredly, she lifted her hand, her fingers brushing lightly against the crevices of the chiselled muscles on his back. Her touch was featherlight, more for herself than for him, as if the simple act of tracing his warmth could fill the quiet space between them.
Her mind raced for a moment, a flicker of worry passing through her chest. Should she tell him now? Wake him, whisper the words she'd held back for so long? But as her fingertips lingered, she felt the unspoken connection that had built between them, not through words, but through actions.
She sighed softly, letting her hand drop back to her side. They'd figure it out tomorrow. They always did. Love didn't need to be rushed; it didn't need to be forced. Their hearts had already connected tonight, in every touch, every look, every quiet breath shared between them. The words could come later, but the feeling? The feeling was already there, as sure and steady as the rise and fall of his chest.
Lucy turned her gaze back to the ceiling, a small, contented smile curving her lips. The world could wait for tomorrow. Tonight, she would rest in this quiet certainty.