#nalu smut

[tokkias]

is now a bad time? ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Lucy's a good friend. Sometimes, Lucy's too much of a good friend that it gets her into situations like this, where she gets her back blown out while one of her best friends plans a wedding on the other end of the line. ao3

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Natsu’s hands fumbled with the buttons on Lucy’s blouse as hers tugged at the belt on his waist—tasks made difficult for the both of them as they remained attached at the lips and stumbled onto the bed. The metallic clang of the clasp of the belt coming undone was like music to Lucy’s ears as Natsu continued to struggle with her shirt buttons.

Running short on breath and frustrated with his fumbling, Lucy broke their kiss and urged him to take his own shirt off as she went to work on taking off her own. She managed to pop them open more gracefully than he could (and with fewer button casualties, too), and as she worked on that, Natsu kicked off his pants, leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

Lucy bit down on her lip as she drank in the sight of his rippling abs and the pronounced erection in his shorts, hitting him with a sultry look that had him crawling on top of her, placing a kiss on her lips before moving down her jaw and to her neck. She did nothing to hold back the moan she let out as he began to suckle on the sensitive skin while his hands worked at pushing her shirt off and undoing the clasp at the back of her bra.

Her nails dug into his scalp as her fingers threaded through his hair, and her leg hooked around his own as she fell back onto the mattress, taking him with her. Though she loved the attention of his lips across her skin, she was already growing sick of the foreplay as she ached to feel his touch in other places. She bucked her hips up to meet his own to let him know of her needs, and he seemed to get the message as he pulled away to look down upon her.

With heavy breaths, he slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down slowly, taking her panties with it, but as he hit halfway down her thighs, their racy little moment was cut short by a rude interruption.

bzzt. bzzt. bzzt.

Lucy let out an exasperated sigh as she heard her phone vibrate against their wooden nightstand. Natsu paused as his eyes flicked between Lucy below him and her phone, which was vibrating so hard it looked like it was about to throw itself off of the stand.

"Who is it?" She asked him with a sigh, and Natsu complied with her request, leaning over to check the caller ID.

"It’s Erza."

A defeated groan escaped her lips as Lucy buried her face in her hands.

Had it been anyone else, she’d have not thought twice about sending them to voice mail while Natsu blew her back out, but of course it had to be the one person she couldn’t do that to right now.

Erza was in the midst of wedding planning, and as her maid of honour, Lucy had been receiving multiple calls daily to help her out. She’d failed to pick up in a timely manner once, but that was enough to have a huffy and frustrated Erza on the other end of the line.

On the one hand, Lucy was not keen to deal with a scary Erza any time soon, but on the other, she could feel Natsu’s erection pressing against her through his boxers, and all she could think about was the way she needed him inside of her ten minutes ago.

Clearly sensing her dilemma, Natsu made a decision for her.

"Answer it."

Lucy knew he was right but still let out a huff, not exactly happy about the situation either.

As she reached over to grab her phone, she felt Natsu finish what he started, pulling her panties down and off her legs.

"What are you doing?" She hissed as her finger hovered over the answer button.

"What does it look like I’m doing?"

What it looked like he was doing was positioning himself between her legs to feast on her pussy while she was about to take an important phone call, and Lucy was not about to have that.

"If Erza finds out I was having sex while I was on the phone with her, she will kill both of us."

Her voice was filled with venom as she spoke, but Natsu looked undeterred. She tried to shoot him an intimidating look to get him to back off, but he remained stoic, and with each passing moment, the chance of getting a deeply upset voicemail from Erza increased.

With a frustrated sigh, Lucy slid her thumb over the answer button and held it up to her ear.

"Hello?" She greeted, trying her best to put on a cherry voice and not give away her current predicament.

"Lucy, I’m glad to see you finally picked up," Erza replied on the other end of the call.

"Yeah, sorry, I was um-" Lucy swallowed thickly to try and suppress a moan that was about to escape when Natsu began to place kisses on her inner thighs. "Busy…"

She paused for a moment, hoping Erza wouldn’t ask her to elaborate, and proceeded to thank every star when she didn’t.

"What was it you were calling about?" She asked, hoping that whatever it was would come and go quickly.

"I wanted to talk to you about seating arrangements and table décor for the wedding," Erza said.

Lucy managed to stifle a groan at her answer. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk weddings with Erza—she enjoyed it, loved it even—but not right now. If there was anything she loved more than wedding planning, it was sitting on Natsu’s face until she couldn’t feel her legs, and right now he was teasing her with that prospect as his breath grazed her slick folds and she had to bite down on her lip to muffle any noise she might make.

"Mmhm?" Lucy hummed, trying to disguise her stifled moan as an affirmation. "And uh- what- what were you thinking?"

She shot a glare down at Natsu, who had made himself comfortable laying between her legs, his lips leaving bruises on her inner thighs as he moved up, up, up, and made her flush and squirm. His eyes flicked up to hers, and he simply smirked in response.

That bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and the worst part was that she didn’t even have it in her to get him to stop.

"The venue sent me the floor plan this morning, so I thought we could go through the guest list and...

Halfway through that sentence, Erza’s voice faded from Lucy’s brain entirely as she felt Natsu’s tongue drag across her clit. She had to quickly slap her hand over her mouth to stop whatever embarrassing noise she was about to let out. Unfortunately for her, that reaction only seemed to spur Natsu on, who let out a chortle before plunging his tongue deep inside of her.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she began to thrust her hips up into his face. She became hyper-aware of his nails digging crescent shapes into the supple skin of her thighs to match the purple hickeys that were also forming there. He was doing it on purpose, of course. He was marking his territory, making sure that anyone who got the privilege of seeing what was under her skirt would know that he had been there and eaten his fill and would continue to do so for as long as she let him (and she planned on letting him for a very, very long time).

Her hand shot down to tangle itself within his hair, pulling him even closer as he rolled her hips into his face. If nothing else, Natsu was incredibly talented with his tongue. He knew all the ways to make her writhe and squirm. He could drive her completely wild, and that was exactly what he planned to do.

"Lucy? Is everything okay?" Erza asked, snapping her back to the conversation she was supposed to be having.

"Oh-! Yeah, I uh-" She pressed her lips together as she scrambled for an answer that wasn’t about to give away what she was doing. "Natsu is just being a pain in my ass…"

It was half true, anyway. He was certainly doing this just to rile her up, to annoy her, and to get a reaction out of her, but she was certainly not about to complain about it.

"I see," Erza hummed on the other end of the line, ultimately sounding unsurprised that Natsu was being a pest.

"Hey Erza," Natsu called out from between her legs, a smug grin plastered across his face.

Lucy tried to kick his shoulder for butting into their conversation when he was already walking a very fine line between getting away with it and being exposed for fucking her while she took a call.

"Did you want to put me on speakerphone?" Erza asked.

"No!" Lucy quickly answered. Because, um- mmph! Natsu’s only input would be to uninvite Gray from the wedding."

Erza let out a sound of understanding, considering that had been Natsu’s only contribution to the planning so far, under the guise that it would be really funny.

So, uh- what were you thinking with seating plans? Do you have numbers? Tables?" Lucy asked, trying to divert away from Natsu’s presence altogether.

Though Erza’s attention may have moved from Natsu, Lucy’s certainly hadn’t. The fact that she had managed to get through that sentence at all was a complete miracle, as Natsu flicked his tongue over and suckled on her clit. Though one hand still gripped her leg, he had since slipped two fingers inside her, testing to see just how far he could take her and get away with it.

Lucy was hard-pressed to recall a time when she had to put this much focus into anything, let alone simply having a conversation. She supposed most conversations weren’t had with the world’s most prolific pussy-eater between her thighs.

Well, the guest list ended up being longer than we had anticipated, so I’m worried we won’t be able to fit everyone in."

As she spoke, Natsu pulled himself away and wiped his mouth with his arm. He moved back so he was resting on the back of his feet, giving Lucy a good view of the tent being pitched in his boxers.

Speaking of things she wasn’t sure would fit.

Lucy swallowed thickly and licked her lips as she watched Natsu’s thumbs slip into the waistband, pulling it down to let his cock spring free. He kicked his boxers off somewhere to the side before settling himself between her legs. A soft whine passed through her lips, completely disregarding Erza on the other end of the phone, and she thrust her hips up towards him in anticipation.

"Lucy? Are you still there?" Erza's voice came, reminding Lucy that she, in fact, was still there.

"Hm? Oh, uh- yeah! I’m here."

Part of her wished she wasn’t. She wanted to be alone with Natsu, where they could be as loud and as dirty as their hearts desired. She wanted to hear his sexy grunts and moans, to hear him growl into her ear as he pounded deep inside her and told her how he was going to breed her tight little pussy.

For a brief moment, Lucy wondered if it would be wrong to hang up on Erza right then and there and pretend that the call cut out so Natsu could fuck her silly. Unfortunately, that thought left as soon as it came, her moral compass not letting her go through with it.

Damn her stupid commitment to her beloved friends.

"Sorry, you uh- you cut out," she lied in an attempt to save herself. She had an inkling that she had missed something important while she was busy admiring Natsu’s cock, so she tried to play it off cool. "What were you saying?"

"I said that we were considering going with round tables to seat more people, but I like the look of long tables better."

As Erza spoke, Natsu dragged the tip of his dick along Lucy’s slick folds, causing her mind to completely blank. She could simply not care less about what shape of table Erza went with for her wedding—all she cared about right now was the fact that she needed to feel Natsu’s cock buried deep inside of her, but he was teasing her just to get a rise out of her.

She wanted to whine, thrash, and beg until he sheathed himself inside of her and made her cum until she couldn’t feel anything below her waist, but she had just enough sense to keep quiet.

"So I wanted to get your opinion," she added. "What do you think, Lucy?"

What did she think? She tried to visualise the venue from their visit, but those memories were quickly dashed from her mind when she felt Natsu’s hands grip on her hips as he pushed into her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head at the feeling of being stretched out. He moved in and out of her at an agonisingly slow pace, and she needed more—he knew she needed more.

"Lucy?"

She let out a squeak as she heard Erza speak up again. She hardly noticed that she hadn’t replied; she was far too distracted by… other things. If Lucy had ever had strong opinions on table shapes (which she wasn’t sure if she had), they had been promptly dashed from her brain, and she was left scrambling for an answer.

"Well, uh-a-ah! If-if um you, like the long tables, go with them?" She suggested.

It was getting harder and harder to maintain her composure now that Natsu was inside of her, a fact that he had clearly picked up on. His thrusts were slow and shallow when it was Erza speaking, but as soon as Lucy opened her mouth to reply, he began to rut hard into her in the way he knew elicited his favourite noises from her.

If she didn’t know better, she’d say he wanted her to get caught.

Knowing Natsu, it wasn’t something she could put past him.

If this was a game he was playing, she wasn’t about to let him win so easily.

In response, Lucy wrapped her legs around him and bucked her hips up as she tightened her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her. He let out a pleasured groan at the sudden movement that Lucy could only hope Erza hadn’t picked up on.

For the first time since she picked up the phone, Natsu had fumbled his sense of control. Lucy smirked up at him, but Natsu was not about to let that one go so easily—he took it as a challenge.

"I knew I could count on you to make the right decision," Erza replied, a hint of smugness in her voice that Lucy put down to having her opinion be affirmed in an argument that she wasn’t even apart of. "I’ll be sure to let Jellal know."

Natsu had moved back to his slow, languid movements, but his wandering hands had left their spot on her hips and began to roam a little further north. She didn’t need to think about what his goals were before he began groping at her breasts. He gave each of them a rough squeeze—something that Lucy was more than used to at this point, so she managed to keep her lips sealed until he pinched her nipples and she let out a squeak of pain. She shot him a searing look, but Natsu only cackled at her reaction. Lucy took a little hint of solace in the fact that it was certainly not an erotic sound that she had let out.

Based on the point where Erza had left off, Lucy had thought that would be the last of it, and the only time her noises would get muffled would be when she buried her face in the pillow as Natsu plowed her from behind.

Unfortunately, she was not that lucky.

"Was that all you wanted to talk to me about?" She hopefully asked.

"Actually, while I have you, now that we’ve decided on tables, I wanted to start thinking about the table decor."

Though she wasn’t on speakerphone, Lucy knew that Natsu could still hear every word she said. She didn’t need to know about his hypersensitive hearing to come to that conclusion; she could see it on his face. He was grinning down at her like their little game was being prolonged, and he was going to win it.

Though she tried her best to lock him in with her legs, Natsu pulled himself entirely out of her, rubbing his head teasingly along her folds, watching, waiting. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was planning to do, and staying quiet would simply prolong the inevitable.

"Yeah? What were you thinking?"

He didn’t strike right away, continuing to bide his time as he rubbed his shaft over her clit, causing her to suck in a small breath.

When Erza started speaking, Lucy half-tuned out her reply as she began to tell her something about tablecloths, table runners, and centrepieces. Her focus instead lingered on her partner, who was slowly teasing her, biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

It was absolutely agonising knowing that she was so close to being dicked down so hard that she forgot her own name, and the only thing standing between her and the best orgasm of her life was Erza on the other end of the call.

She wiggled and she squirmed, but Natsu did not relent, and she begrudgingly gave into the fact that she was going to have to wait until what he decided was the most inopportune moment to give her what she wanted.

"Did you have any ideas for centrepieces?" Erza asked, the question barely registering in Lucy’s brain as she spoke.

"Oh, um, centrepieces?"

As she began to speak, she felt Natsu’s tip tease her hole and she had to contain the noise of anticipation she wanted to let out. She clenched her eyes shut as she tried to concentrate on answering the question, but as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside, everything was beginning to blur over in her head.

"You could, uh, go with flowers? Those are classic," she managed to say, barely maintaining composure as Natsu began slow and shallow movements that he knew were not enough to sate her. "Or, if you wanted to change things up, you could go with ca-ah-ah!"

Lucy had numbed herself to his teasing so much that she was wholly unprepared when he suddenly snapped his hips into hers at a tearing pace. His hands gripped at her hips as he pulled her onto his cock to meet him with every thrust, going harder, deeper, just enough to make tears well up in her eyes. For a very brief moment, everything went white with absolute, mind-numbing pleasure. It wasn’t until she came back to and found Natsu smirking down at her that she realised she had been in the middle of answering a question.

"Candles! I meant candles!" She sputtered out, hoping that Erza would simply move past her little episode.

"Lucy? Are you okay?"

Was she okay? She was much better than okay—she was great, incredible, fucking fantastic.

Not that she could voice any of those thoughts to her, of course. Natsu was doing his diligent duty by fucking her brainless, Erza just happened to be caught up in it all.

"Yeah! I’m good!" Lucy squeaked out, hand shaking as she held her phone up to her ear.

There was a moment of sceptical silence, as Erza presumably contemplated what the hell was going on on the other end of the line. Lucy could only hope that she had realised that now was a bad time so that they could put an end to their little game. Those hopes unfortunately fizzled away into nothing when Erza replied.

"So you think we should go with candles?"

To be frank, at the moment, Lucy didn’t care at all what Erza went with for her table décor. Flowers, candles—they could forego the tables altogether and have everyone sit on the floor for all she cared, but Erza needed an answer.

Before she could even begin to consider an answer, she felt Natsu pull out of her. There was one moment of confusion before another moment of surprise when she felt him flip her onto her stomach and begin pounding her into the mattress from behind.

He thrust into her so deep and hard that Lucy swore the whole world around them stopped for a moment. She loved the feeling of him drilling into her from behind, reaching in nice and deep, hitting exactly where it felt good, and right now, he was making her feel good.

Her body was beginning to shake from all the pleasures he was bringing her, and try as she might, she couldn’t quite string together a coherent sentence to reply with—but the thing was, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care. The coil in her stomach standing between her and absolute bliss was slowly being stretched so hard that it threatened to snap with each pump of Natsu’s cock inside of her.

Her free hand gripped at the sheets beneath her, and she moved her hips in time with his thrusts to get just that little extra sensation to tip her over the edge. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes as she held them screwed shut, pleasure teasing every nerve ending in her body. She almost couldn’t stand it.

Almost.

Natsu was relentless in his pursuit of her orgasm, paying no mind to the noise of the skin slapping together with each thrust as the volume increased along with his pace. Lucy could feel his nails digging into the skin on her hips as he pulled her back onto his dick over and over again. She knew he was holding himself back from delivering a hard smack on her ass cheek, but a little naughty voice inside of her wished he would.

She knew he was pushing her as far as she could go without outright making her scream into her pillow, and she could feel herself tipping off the edge, but every moment that passed with no reply, Erza would begin to get suspicious.

Lucy could barely remember what they were talking about, let alone the question she was supposed to be answering. She wracked her brain to try and recall what she had last said through the fuck-haze that was beginning to blur her mind over entirely.

What was it? Tables… Centrepieces… Candles… Yes! That was it!

"Y-yes! Candles! I really think you should go with the candles!" She practically babbled out.

Any other time, she’d be mortified by the borderline incoherence in her strange answer, but she knew that right now, that was the best she was going to get. Her body shook and trashed as Natsu drove her to her ultimate undoing, refusing to stop pounding into her even as she clenched and tightened around him in her orgasm.

With what little brainpower she had, Lucy still had the foresight to muffle whatever moans and wails she wanted to let out. She bit down on her lip so hard that she drew blood and buried her face into the pillow.

She was vaguely aware of Erza saying something in reply, but whatever it was went in one ear and out the other, if it even managed to register at all. The only thing her mind could comprehend was Natsu pounding deep inside her and the feeling of his hot, sticky seed being released right into her womb.

A wavered breath of satedness left her lips as she came back down from her high, but the sheer relief of her release didn’t last long. Almost immediately, common sense kicked back in, and Lucy remembered that Erza was still, in fact, there, and she was not going to be able to look her in the eye for a week. Or ever. Instead of trying to continue whatever conversation they were having, Lucy just decided it was time to throw it out entirely.

"Look, Erza I- I have to go!" She frantically said. "Sorry! Bye!"

With that, Lucy abruptly pressed the end call button and flung her phone somewhere off to the side before collapsing on the mattress. Pulling out of her, Natsu collapsed on top of her and pressed a kiss to her neck, unaffected by the vibes of mortification emanating from Lucy beneath him.

"I cannot believe I let you do that," she murmured, her voice muffled by her pillow.

"Yeah, but it was fun," Natsu grinned. "Ya wanna do it again?"

[natsudragneelswh0re]

pretty gf 🤝 protective bf

[phoneboxfairy]

nalu smut wip

Because I haven't written about these two dorks in far too long.

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A cool summer night. The skies were clear and the stars did their best to entertain. In a secluded area outside of Magnolia, a pair of wizards lay in the grass next to a small tent. Or, more accurately, Natsu Dragneel held Lucy Heartfilia close as she watched the skies. It was date night and Happy was spending the night at Wendy’s, giving the pair some much appreciated alone time. So that’s how they came to be cuddling together, exchanging kisses while his hands wandered. Their relationship was still fairly new. Sure, they had fooled around a few times, but truth be told Lucy was still a bit shy. She had blushed suggesting a naughty camping trip, face bright red as she had stammered out the request. Natsu, to his credit, had grinned and cleared away her embarrassment with a kiss. Back to the present. Natsu’s hands were warm. They were also currently roaming over Lucy’s back and waist in between kisses. “Natsu…” Part sigh, part moan. “Yeah, Lushy?” His words were slurred since he was nibbling her bottom lip. She squirmed. “Talk to me.” “I, um…think that we should uh…take this to the tent.” “Hell yeah we should.” His mouth had made its way to her neck, teeth scraping love bites against her soft skin. Lucy squirmed again. “As soon as I’m done teasing ya.” “Natsuuuuuu….”

[psyduckmar]

I’m shitposting and that’s fine

Dumb guys f**k fantastically

NATSU AND LUCY VERSION*

[fairyprance]

Oh Mashima, I come back from my years of unfaithfulness to thank you for blessing my eyes

[ravewoodx]

[petri808]

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 🔞

@thenaluarchive Nalu Week 7-part story.

By request of the birthday boi, this story ends w/smut @random-rave

“I’m sad I only get two more days with you,” Lucy lamented as she cuddled to her boyfriend’s side on her bed.

Natsu kissed her temple. “Me too, but it’s just for a month, and you’re coming to visit for a week.”

Lucy lazily drew circles on his chest. “Will you do something for me?”

“What’s that?”

“Make love to me before you go.”

That caught Natsu off guard. Sure they’d known each other a while, were close before becoming a couple, but it’s a quick leap in a short time—

He turned his body to face Lucy, “are you sure?”

Holding up a condom she’d pulled from her back pocket, Lucy nodded her head slowly, coyly tugging up at the hem of his shirt to prove her point. Sweet, but innocent she was not. “I’ve fantasized enough about this.”

With a grin and a giggle, the whirlwind stripping contest commenced as each tried to shed their clothing as quickly as possible. Fabric was flung all over the room, his shirt here, her shorts there. “I win!” Natsu cackled and tackled Lucy who’s half way out of her top.

Lucy giggled as he pinned her to the bed. “You’re such a goof!”

After pulling her top off and tossed it to the side, Natsu grinned. “And you’re blinding.” Making Lucy blush.

She pulled him prone over her body, leading his head down against her neck. He started kissing the nape, suckling at her pulse point, and leaving canine marks in her skin. Lucy moaned and wrapped her arms around his back, his neck, running her fingers through his hair and pulling when he bites her a little hard. Natsu was rougher than expected… yet it drove the heat in her loins up another notch. One side, he kissed along to the other, paying attention to her ear lobes, and running his tongue along the shell.

He moved lower to pay homage to her breast’s, his hands plying the supple flesh, kneading, squeezing as he teased her nipples with his tongue and sucked so hard he left welts. Lucy dug her nails into his back with each oral lashing. But as Natsu took care of her top half, his fingers were on their way to another— and she felt it, heated digits skimming down against her taut belly, her legs parted in anticipation.

“Yes, there…” Lucy moaned as Natsu’s fingers toyed with her clit, rubbing the little bud into a fire bug, then slipped inside her in triplicate. “That’s it Natsu…” Her pelvis moved to chase his jarring thrusts.

Now his mouth followed the same route down, kissing its way over her stomach to latch onto her clit in a double assault. He sucked on her clit and lapped up her spilling juices, taking turns to run his tongue between her folds. All the while his fingers kept up its pace. Her whining octave grew with such passing second, and Natsu had to use his free hand to hold Lucy down the more she began to twist and writhe as she chased her orgasm.

It was the clench of Lucy’s inner muscles and the squeezing of her thighs that told the story of her end. Breathing heavily, she collapsed on the bed, while Natsu looked down on her grinning with pride. He licked the juicy remnants on his fingers, then ripped open the condom. As Lucy watched on with eyes wide and willing, he sat back on his haunches as he rolled the condom over his hardened cock. She licked unconsciously at her lips, salivating over how well endowed her boyfriend was. Mental note for Lucy, next time she needed to get a taste of that.

Ready and raring to go, Natsu pulled Lucy to him, her legs splayed over his thighs as he lined up and pushed his way into her. Lucy’s back arched off the bed as his cock filled her full. “Damn,” Natsu’s eyes rolled back as he groaned. “You feel fucking amazing!”

“So do you,” Lucy purred. It was way better than any fantasy.

Natsu laid prone over her body, while Lucy crossed her ankles over his thighs for leverage, then started out slow with drawn-out hip thrusts as his hands caressed parts of her frame. His hand moved between her breasts and her rear, gripping or squeezing, sometimes her waist as their bodies moved in time with one another’s in a slow-dance of love making. Lucy’s core was still swollen and sensitive, so the slow grinding friction kept it on the brink of another burn out.

“Harder…” Lucy suddenly groaned between breaths. “Rougher, big boy…”

Although Natsu had wanted to make things last longer, Lucy’s enjoyment took center stage in his mind. If rough is what she wanted, so be it.

Natsu pushed up onto his knees and slipped out briefly to flip Lucy onto her stomach. “Get on your knees,” he commanded.

His heady deep voice sent a salacious shiver through Lucy’s body. Oh. Yes! She does as told, presenting her derrière with a little wiggle and a giggle.

It made him chuckle. He pressed his cock to Lucy’s rear as he leaned over, gripped her throat right under her chin and craned it up. Natsu then sucked at the nape of her neck hard, so hard, his canines almost broke the skin. Lucy gasped and a strained moan broke free. “Is this how you like it?” he whispered next to her ear.

“Yes…” she moaned.

“Aren’t you full of surprises,” he chuckled again. It’s always the quiet ones.

With one more chaste kiss to her neck, Natsu let go and sat back on his knees. He lined up his cock and forced his way in hard and fast until it could go no further. Lucy cried out at the harsh intrusion, and her fingers gripped tight to the bedding, using all her strength to hold herself up.

He dug his fingers into Lucy’s hips to hold her as steady as he could, then quickly launched his assault with long, deep, penetrating strides of his cock in and out of her entrance. The air filled with the smell of sweat and sex, mixed with the sounds of slapping skin as he pounded into her mercilessly. She’d bit down on her lip but couldn’t hold back her screams any longer. Her high-octave cries intertwined with his grunts.

But such heavy level sex meant for a short run. Every time Natsu tried to slow down, Lucy would take control, rocking back on her own volition to impale herself onto his cock. His grip was weakening and his eyes rolled back as he tried desperately to hold out. To no avail. “Lu… I can’t…” Natsu’s groans grew strained and higher in pitch. “I can’t…” He’s losing control and can’t maintain the momentum. So, Lucy again stepped into play and drove harder, wanting to see him lose it. Natsu’s body started to shake as he made his last stand, rocking his hips in quick, ragged thrusts through each pump of seed spilling out from him.

Once he’d been milked dry, he pulled out and pulled off the used condom before it slipped off on its own, then fell onto his butt on the bed breathing heavily. Lucy too dropped onto her stomach out of breath and weak kneed. He stumbled off the bed to drop the condom in a trash can, then returned and bundled Lucy against his side to ride out the exhaustion. Natsu kissed her temple. “Was it good for you?”

“Even better than I’d imagined.”

[fairytailbaddie]

Nalu Fanfic

Wattpad name: thefairytalewhore

WIP

The Resort

PART TWO

Lucy’s POV

Natsu and I finished up breakfast and we headed to the guild. During our walk we were talking about what kind of job we wanted to go on together.

"So, Natsu. Where's happy at? Do you think he would want to go on the job with us?"

Natsu looks over at me and says, "Nah, he's been hanging with Carla. They are probably going to go on a job with Wendy today."

"Oh okay.. So what job do you want to go on?!" I ask enthusiastically. I have been wanting to go on a job with just Natsu since I met him. I have always had a crush on him, but he is just to dense to notice. I wish he liked me back. He is my best friend. Someone I would always get along with...

"Hmmm..," Natsu was contemplating. "I will have to look at the board when we get to the guild. Hopefully they will have something that will be a fun challenge for both of us!" 

"Yeah, sounds good to me. We don't want anything too easy that you do all the work and I just sit back and watch." I say with a wink at him. Natsu blushes and rubs at the back of his head.

"You're right. Sorry if I do that a lot. I just want to protect you from getting hurt. I know you can handle yourself, but I feel like that should be my job." Natsu was really blushing now. I have never seen him act this way.. Hmm.. 

I grab Natsu's hand holding it tight. He looks up at me with a look of shock on his face.

"It's okay. I like it when you protect me. It makes me feel safe. I know I can always count on you to save me when I need you to Natsu" 

Then, Natsu's face turns from shock to predatory.. oh no..

Natsu's POV

'Mavis help me.' I think to myself when Lucy says those words. There is a  tightening within me with her admission that she likes when I protect her. Something clicks into place and all I can do is let my instinct take over. 'Mine.'  Where that thought came from? I'm not sure. But everything in me is telling me that nobody else is allowed to touch her. Only me. 

Next thing I know I am picking up Lucy bridal style and running us to the guild.

"Ahhh! Natsu!" Lucy screams from the unexpected change. She buried her head into the crook of my neck, holding onto me tightly. It's all I could do to stop myself from growling in pleasure at how she feels this close to me. 

I run us to the guild kicking open the door with Lucy still in my arms. "WE'RE HERE!!" I yell out.  Everyone glances over to us, not really paying us any mind. Except for Mira. She is practically shaking with excitement. I can see the glee in her eyes and with my dragon slayer's hearing I can hear her squeal to herself,  "Ahhh! NaLu! Finally!" I just roll my eyes and walk me and Lucy over to the job board. 

"Natsu you can put me down now.." Lucy says with a blush staining her cheeks.

"Nah, I'm keeping you right here." I say with a wicked grin on my face. I change the way I am holding her so she has to wrap her legs around my waist. Her blush deepens and she gasps as she can feel my now very aroused member pushing up against her thigh. I can't help it. This position is sooo much better. I like the way she feels against me. Her large breasts pushing into my chest and her legs squeezing around my waist. I internally groan. 'Now if only we were laying down with nothing on...'  

As much as I want to keep daydreaming about those options I really do want to go on a job just the two of us. So I turn to the board to start looking. I know I want to change my original plan for a job. I need something that will bring Lucy and I closer together..I gaze around and my eyes snap to the perfect job. Snatching it off the board, I show Lucy and she giggles at the job I chose. 

"Really, Natsu?" she can't stop laughing at the absurdity of the job. But hey, I think it's perfect. "This is so not your style! You always want to do a job where we are fighting monsters and you can make a big mess of things! Not this... You want to go to a resort to test out their new opening?"

"Hey come on, we kinda need a break and it would be fun to get paid to test out a new resort. Come on Luce. I know it will be a good time.." I say in a husky tone adding a wink to try and persuade her.

She physically shivers against me and squeezes her legs tighter around my waist. 

"O-okay.." she nervously replied. 

I give her my signature grin.

"Alright! Let me talk to Master first, then we will go!"

Natsu is starting to make his feelings more known to Lucy. His urges getting stronger. What will happen when they go on their "job" together?  Will things heat up? To be continued..

[tokkias]

teach me how to touch you, teach me how to love you ship: natsu dragneel x lucy heartfilia summary: Natsu's never been good with words. They don't come to him easy like they do to Lucy, when they do, they seem to get caught in his throat. Thankfully tonight, there is no need for words, just skin against skin as Lucy's lips worship his body for the very first time. ao3 nsfw under cut

Lucy’s breath is hot and heavy against his lips, swollen and bruised from the force of her own as she practically tries to eat him whole. They’ve kissed before, but never like this. Never so intimate, so longing, so full of something that Natsu can’t quite place the right word to, but instead he settles on desire.

Their hands are everywhere, all over each other. He’s exploring her body in a way that is new, even though he is sure he has touched almost every inch of her until now, while her nails drag bright red tracks into his back.

"I want to touch you," she breathes against his lips, and he wants to retort and say that she’s already done plenty of touching him already, but the words seem to get caught in his throat as he meets her gaze, fogged over with her need for him. "Show me how."

He doesn’t really know what she means. He thinks it’s pretty obvious how he wants her to touch him. He wants her to stroke his dick until he cums all over her hands, but it seems that what is obvious to him doesn’t seem to be obvious to her. So he grabs at the waistband of his boxers—the only thing keeping him from being fully exposed to her—ready to shimmy out of them, but she stops him as she rests her hands atop his and rests down on his thighs, blocking his path.

"No," she tells him, barely a whisper that gets caught in the dead silent air of her bedroom. "Where else do you want me to touch you?"

He looks at her wide-eyed, not expecting her question, and he himself doesn’t know the answer.

He’s never touched himself like that. He’s touched his penis and his balls, and that’s always been enough for him. Any other exploration of his body would be weird and unnecessary, but he can’t help but think that he wants her to explore his body; he just doesn’t know where to start. But she’s looking at him expectantly, and he needs to give an answer if he wants this, and he really, really wants this.

"Neck," is what he settles on, and it comes out a little hoarse and uncertain, but if Lucy notices, she doesn’t mention it.

He doesn’t know about erogenous, but he knows his neck is sensitive. It’s only known the comfort of his scarf brushing against it, so when he feels her fingertips graze the nape of his neck, he shudders.

He doesn’t know why he’s getting like this—all flustered and bothered with her sitting in his lap. He knows he shouldn’t, because it’s Lucy, but maybe that’s exactly the reason why he is. Because it’s Lucy, and she’s sitting in his lap, and she’s touching his neck with erotic intent, and by god, it’s working.

He’s never thought that being touched like this could turn him on, but here he is, dick twitching in his boxers as she runs her hand lightly down his neck before coming to rest on his shoulder. If that isn’t enough, she pulls herself closer, and he can feel her breath against his neck right before she presses a kiss to the skin. For a moment, he expects her to bite and nip and suck, but she doesn’t. She just peppers little kisses across his scar, and if he wasn’t so horny he could almost burst, it would be almost romantic.

It's good. It’s so, so good.

She’s so gentle and tender, and those words aren’t ones he had previously associated with sex, but he associates them with Lucy, and now sex and Lucy are two concepts he will never be able to untangle again.

Her lips trace up his jaw before she settles on a spot right below his ear, where she begins to suckle on the skin. It’s soft and light at first, but then he feels her teeth graze against his skin, and she’s marking him. He doesn’t know if he could be more turned on, but he does know that Lucy could probably make it happen if she set her mind to it.

For a moment, he forgets how to breathe, and he doesn’t even notice until Lucy’s lips detach from his neck and she places a soothing kiss against the bruise that she has caused, and she speaks up again.

"Was that good?"

Good is an understatement. Good is the bare minimum when it comes to describing how she just made him feel. Good isn’t even close. But he doesn’t have the words to describe how she just made him feel and probably never will, so it’s what he settles on, and he breathlessly nods along.

When they crawled onto her bed together, they did so with the sole intention of having sex. He expected little to no foreplay, happy to just let years of pent-up sexual frustration out on each other. He didn’t expect the foreplay to be so tender, to make him feel so much better than if Lucy had just followed along with his whims and wrapped her dainty little hands around his cock. He didn’t expect to feel her wash him over with her love through her lips on his body.

If they didn’t have sex tonight, if they never did, he would be happy with that. He would be wholly and completely content to just let her touch him, and maybe, in turn, to touch her.

"Where next?" She asks, her voice breathy, like she’s lost it on the edge of his jaw, but her eyes are eager and willing to please.

Anywhere is what he wants to say, and he means it wholly, truly. She could touch him anywhere, and he thinks that he would come undone from that alone, but he also knows that that’s not the answer she wants. She wants him to guide her and let her know when he’s liking what she’s doing, which is difficult to do when he can hardly hold himself together.

"Can you please touch my chest?" He manages out.

It comes out as a question, even though he knows she won’t say no, but something about the way she has him like putty in her hands has him remembering his manners. It’s not necessary, but it feels right in the moment because he’s practically melting like an ice cube on the sear of his own skin, and he fears that if he doesn’t let her know how grateful he is for her, then she’s going to stop.

Thankfully, she doesn’t stop. She follows his directions and lets her hands fall from his shoulders down to his chest, where she rests them just against his collarbones. It’s a bit awkward given that she’s sitting in his lap and there’s little room between them, but Natsu isn’t about to complain. It barely even registers in his brain that maybe it’s an uncomfortable position for her until he’s being coaxed onto his back and her lips are against his once again.

He savours the moment as long as he can before she pulls away and he’s met with the sight of her looking down on him, and for a moment he wonders if he has died and gone to a very erotic version of heaven.

She’s completely nude, save for the pair of pink lace panties that tie her up with a pretty pink bow, and her hair drapes across her shoulders like golden waterfalls. Somehow, she is cute, beautiful, and sexy all at the same time, and he pities every man who isn’t him because he knows that she is his and he is hers.

His hands come to rest on her waist, enjoying the way her skin feels under his palms. He’s touched her before, but he’s never felt the electricity that sparks when he does so now. He’s never felt the lava-hot fire that courses through his veins and makes his heart race hard and fast in his chest, and dusts his cheeks red.

Slowly, her hands move down his chest, over his pecs, and down to the waistband of his boxers. Once she makes it there, her fingers begin to wander in a path that is much less linear this time. They trail over his abs and his scars, almost as if she is trying to memorise him through her fingertips.

For perhaps the first time since her hands began to work all of his senses, he has enough composure to smirk up at her, and the way her face is a deep flush from ogling his body. He’s proud of his body, and he’s not going to hide the smug expression on his face, knowing that she appreciates his toned form.

When she notices him looking, she averts her gaze slightly, embarrassed. In that moment, he catches a glimpse of the Lucy he knows and loves. The one that he thought she was before he realised that she was a vixen, a sex goddess, sent down to make him feel all the things he can’t feel when he’s alone at night, with nothing but the company of those seductive-looking Sorcerer Weekly spreads of hers, dirtied and stained from many lonely nights.

He loves that Lucy, but he loves this one too, and he doesn’t even care that she’s got him so down bad that he, Natsu Dragneel, the loud, rowdy, take no shit dragon slayer of the Fairy Tail guild, is a mess beneath her.

She leans down and places a kiss on his chest, right above his heart, and he’s certain she can feel the way his heart beats for her through her lips. They trail down his body, paying attention to every mark and scar that lines his body. The palms of her hands run down the side of his torso, and it sooths him and turns him on all at once.

For good measure, she grinds her hips against him, and it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. His nails dig into the delicate skin of her waist to try and hold himself together. He’s never been good at holding himself back in any aspect of his life, but he will do it for Lucy, always for Lucy.

All the effort that goes into keeping himself from creaming his pants results in the moan he was trying to hold in leaving his lips, escaping in a long, languid groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure. For a moment, he thinks she might tease him for it, but she doesn’t. Her mouth is preoccupied with his body, licking, kissing, worshipping every part of him.

She pulls away from him for a moment to admire him—all of him. Her fingertips toy with the scar on his lower abdomen, slowly, carefully tracing around it. He’s not even sure if she’s aware that she’s doing it. She isn’t paying any mind to it; she’s just looking down at her with all the love and adoration in the world.

It’s like she doesn’t have a clue what she does to him. He doesn’t know what he’s doing; he’s never had sex before, and neither has she, but this whole thing—being sexy and sensual, turning him on, making him feel good—seems to just come to her so naturally. He’d call it unfair; he wants to be the one making her feel good, but he’s in no position to complain, and she seems to be enjoying herself, so he lets her.

"Where to next?" She asks with a roll of her hips, and his answer comes in the form of a groan he lets out as he throws his head back.

He’s loving her foreplay, he’s loving her touch, he’s loving everything that she’s doing to him, but right now he’s aching to have her, and he’s not sure how much longer he can hold out.

"Please, Lucy," he murmurs as he grabs her hips and thrusts up into her. "I need you."

His words feel vague, like they’re not enough, but she understands what he means because she always does.

She shuffles off him, and her thumbs slip into the waistband of his boxers, and with a little help from him, he shimmies out of them before kicking them somewhere to the floor. With that final layer shed, he’s fully exposed to her, and it’s not for the first time, but it certainly is the first time that it’s like this.

For the first time tonight, she seems unsure of herself, like she doesn’t know where to go from here. She’s eying up his length cautiously before her eyes flick up to meet his own.

"Can I?"

He nods frantically, perhaps a little too desperate, but he doesn’t care. He wants nothing more than to feel her hands wrap around him like she has in all of his fantasies. He can hardly comprehend that this isn’t just one of his fantasies until he feels her dainty fingers wrapping around the base of his cock. A choked gasp escapes him at the sensation, and taken off guard by it, Lucy pulls away slightly.

"Sorry, was that no good?" She asks, looking wary at his reaction. "I’ve never done this before…"

"No, that was—" He doesn’t quite have the words to describe how it felt, so instead he diverts slightly. "Do you want me to show you?"

Lucy nods wordlessly, and he sits up and leads her hand to his cock. She wraps her fingers around him again, more confidently this time, and his hand rests on top of hers. He guides her up and down, finding a steady rhythm that he likes. On instinct, he squeezes her hand, and she seems to get the message.

Once she seems more confident, he lets go, and she continues doing her thing, following the pace that he set for her, slow and steady, tightening her grip slightly on the down stroke, where she gives him a light squeeze at the base. There’s a look of thorough concentration on her face, and if he weren’t too busy almost cumming all over her hand, he’d take the time to tease her for it. Instead, he just burns the image into his brain for later, because she has no damn right to look this cute while she’s jerking him off.

It feels so damn good, but it’s not enough, and he knows that it’s selfish because Lucy is giving him everything, but he wants so badly for her to ride him. He wants to feel her more intimately than he ever has; he wants to make her feel good. He wants to become one with her, to stop knowing where his body ends and hers begins, so when he feels himself on the edge of climax, he has to stop her before they go too far because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to last much longer and he doesn’t want to end the night without making her legs shake with ecstasy.

She freezes when she feels him grab her wrist, and she looks up at him with questioning eyes. She looks almost disappointed, like she’s upset that he stopped her before she could make him cum.

"Let’s have sex," he rasps, direct and ineloquent, just like he is, but it gets the message across, and the way Lucy’s eyes fog over with lust tells him that they are on the same page.

She doesn’t reply, but she pulls off her panties, and that’s answer enough for him.

She slings one leg over him and lowers herself slightly, so she’s barely hovering above his cock. There’s a moment where he feels her slick folds brush against him, but it’s just that—a moment. It’s a little tease of what’s to come, and he knows that once he gets to feel her, he’s never going to be the same again.

Her fingers tangle in his hair, dragging her nails lightly across his scalp, and he hums in complete contentment. His hands find their home on her hips before she pulls him into a kiss. It’s their last kiss before the point of no return, where their relationship will never be the same. Going from best friends to romantic partners had happened so naturally that it was like there was no line at all, but tonight they are crossing the line into what they were always going to become. Tonight, they are lovers.

When she pulls away, she rests her forehead against his, and he is all consumed with her. There is nothing going through his mind except Lucy, Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. She’s all he can taste, feel, smell. She is everything, and he is about to have her in her purest form.

Her hand slips between her thighs, and this time he manages to hold back any noises he’s tempted to let out when he feels her hand on his cock as she lines herself up with him.

"Are you ready?"

He doesn’t think he’s felt more ready for anything in his life, and that confidence seeps through his every word when he speaks back to her.

"Let’s do this."

The very moment he feels her sink down onto him, he feels like he has hit heaven. She’s so slick that there’s no friction, and her body gives way to him so easily. Despite that, she’s tight around him, clenching down on his dick so tight that it feels like she physically can’t take any more of him in her, but she continues anyway.

She goes slow, which he is infinitely grateful for because if she were any faster, he’d become overstimulated and finish far too quickly. When she goes slow like this, he gets to fully appreciate the feeling of her body around him. He gets to focus on the little whimpers that she’s letting out as he fills her up—tiny, meek-sounding noises that are practically whispered in his ear like a secret only he gets to know.

When she reaches his base, having taken him in his entirety, they both pause for a moment, adjusting to the new sensations they’re feeling. Lucy’s arms wrap around his neck, where her hands dangle loosely behind him while she rests her forehead on his shoulder. His hands snake around her body until he’s holding her tight against his chest, and they’re little more than a tangle of limbs and love.

"You okay?" He murmurs against her skin.

She nods lightly against his shoulder. "Just a little bit… big. I need some time to adjust."

He knows that size isn’t everything, but hearing her say it does good things to his ego.

Though they are both equally inexperienced, she seems to know more about what she’s doing than he does, so he’s happy to let her take the lead and set the pace. She takes her time, wiggling her hips slightly to try and get used to this new feeling of being filled to the brim. In the time she’s taking to adjust, Natsu glides his hands across her body, up her back, down her sides before coming to rest on her ass, where he gives it a light squeeze.

She squeaks slightly at the contact, pulling her head away from his shoulder to let him see the disapproving pout on her face. He remains undeterred, however, pressing his lips to hers to kiss the look off of her face and squeezing her ass once more for good measure.

As if to extract revenge, Lucy gives a roll of her hips, and suddenly all control is back in her hands as he throws his head back and moans out. Her pout turns to a smirk, and now that she’s started, she has no intention of stopping.

She lifts herself up and sinks back down, grinding against him when their hips meet. Slowly, she begins to gain confidence, and she increases the pace at which she rides him. She lets out little whimpers and moans in time with each bounce on his cock, and the sound alone is almost as erotic as the fact that she’s fucking herself on his dick, and it’s better than any fantasy he’s masturbated to.

Her hands move to his shoulders for better leverage, and his hands grip on her ass, helping to guide her up and slam back down onto him. Every time he reaches her deepest point, she lets out a moan, and the sound of it, knowing that he’s making her feel good, makes him twitch inside her.

"Y-ou feel- ah~! S-s-oh good," Lucy manages to say.

Her breath shakes and quivers as she rides him, and her pussy clenches so tight around him that he’s not sure how long he’s going to last. It seems that she shares the sentiment based on the way her body quivers and she pants with each movement she takes.

After a few moments, she starts slowing down, unable to keep up with the quick pace she set prior. He’s not bothered by it, still enjoying the slow movement of each roll of her hips, but she can see in the crease of her brow the frustration that’s setting in as she sits so close to the edge but not being able to give herself the final push.

It’s then that he takes matters into his own hands, unwilling to let her teeter. He wants to see her moan and thrash and come completely undone in his lap. So he grabs her hips, fingertips digging into her soft, plump ass, and lifts her up before slamming her back down, meeting her with a thrust of his own.

She doesn’t protest—the opposite, in fact. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, and she lets him take over. Her grip on his shoulders loosens now that she has no need for the leverage and instead, she tangles her fingers through his hair, gripping to try and keep herself tethered to reality.

The concentrated look she had on her face as she rode him was cute, but he likes this expression better—completely brainless with pleasure as he bucks up into her, hitting her so deep that he’s sure she’s going to be feeling him inside of her for days after.

"Na-ah-tsu~" She whimpers, her voice wavering as he bounces her on his cock.

He’s heard her say his name a million times before, but never like that, never with such longing, lust, desire. Never has hearing her say his name got him going like this, and he’s ready to hear her moan it like that for as long as he lives.

"Shit, Lucy," he hisses as he feels her walls clench down on him. "You feel so-hng- so fucking good."

She opens her mouth to reply, but the words die in her throat, and she can’t do anything but sit slack-jawed with absolute pleasure while he fucks her. He can feel her nails dig into the back of his head, and he takes that as an indication that he’s doing his job well.

"Please, I’m--" She chokes out. "Oh god! Yes Natsu! Please keep going!"

Following her orders, he maintains his pace. His breath is heavy and ragged as his body begins to ache from overexertion, but he has no plans to stop until she’s reached the absolute peak of pleasure. He buries his head in the crook of her neck, biting down on his lower lip as he uses what’s left of his strength to fuck her until she can’t do anything but sob out his name.

He doesn’t want to finish until she does, but she’s clenched so tight around him that he’s not sure how much longer he’s going to last, so he makes the most of what he has left and pounds deep inside her pussy, trying to elicit all those sounds she had been making. With one particularly deep thrust, she wails out and her legs begin to shake, and Natsu takes that as permission to let himself go too. A throaty moan escapes his lips as he releases his seed deep inside of her.

He holds her tight against him in their mutual undoing, and he can feel droplets of sweat roll down her back and hit her arms, but he doesn’t care. He’s seen her in her worst state; he loved her then and he loves her now, no matter how gross, sweaty, and sticky they both are. He loves that it comes from their love, from their mutual need to pleasure each other until they’re both panting, sated messes.

Together, they sit, holding each other tight. He’s gone soft inside of her, but he’s yet to pull out because neither is keen to move from their embrace. His head is still resting on her shoulder, and he barely manages to register the fact that she is doing the same; his head fogged over from his orgasm.

He lifts his head up only slightly, just enough that his lips brush against her shoulder, and he presses a kiss to the skin, lingering maybe a few moments too long. Upon feeling this, Lucy pulls away too and looks up at him. Her cheeks are flushed all the way up to her ears, and she’s still panting to regain her breath.

She smiles, and it’s too much for his heart to handle, so he kisses her. He kisses her like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do, and she giggles lightly against his lips. Right then, Natsu is convinced that nothing will ever be better than this moment.

When their lips have barely parted, he tightens his hold on her and pulls them both down to flop down onto the mattress together.

"Natsu!" Lucy squeals, feigning terror at his sudden action, but he knows how to read her, and the way her lips quirk up in the corner tells him that she liked it anyway.

It’s quiet between them from there, their chests rising and falling in sync with one another. Natsu thinks he should say something, to break the ice, as it were, in this new facet of their relationship, but he’s not great with words, and nothing he can think of sounds right.

"You’re awesome," is what he settles on, and it’s not eloquent and it’s not quite enough, but it’s what he manages to say.

"Really? We just had sex, and that’s all you have to say?"

"The sex was awesome too," he grins. Lucy rolls her eyes, but he knows it’s only for show.

"It was awesome," she finally agrees, and Natsu doesn’t hide his grin at her use of his juvenile wording.

He knows she could describe it better, but they both know she doesn’t need to. It goes unspoken, like a lot of things between them, because they know each other. There’s a mutual understanding, a connection that goes beyond words, something they share with no one but the other. That’s why, when she runs her hand through his hair and pulls him into another kiss, he knows what she means. He knows that it’s a promise, a vow, an acknowledgement of that little string of fate that has tangled in their lives and brought them together to where they are now.

He hopes that promise also includes a lot more sex after tonight, because there certainly will be, if he has anything to say about it.

[natsudragneelswh0re]

i love this side of natsu

[phoneboxfairy]

Guess I'm back on my nalu smut bullshit.

[fyrefalcon80]

Healing Hearts - Update

For those of you who have been waiting, chapter 3 of Healing Hearts is live and ready to read. Enjoy!

FF - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14201317/3/Healing-Hearts

AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/45218875/chapters/113757922

[joseethemoney]

Fairy tail AU, no title yet

Natsu was on his way to his condo after having pulled a few extra hours at the bar. There was the spring festival in town, and with it came extra work and mega tip boon for the night. The harsh hours were all worth it for the pink haired boy in the end.

Lucy had knocked on his front door in the middle of the night two weeks ago, with a bruised cheek and a few bags. He never imagined her ex would do this to her, and knowing the brown eyed girl, one time was one too many. Yes, she had some destructive tendencies to say the least, but the only violence she permitted was consensual and a mean to pleasure, or so he understood. That’s why she was leaving his ass, and since Natsu had an extra room for the next couple of months, she went to him in her time of need. 

Natsu loved Lucy. The way her curves went when she danced, the sound of her voice as she laughed, her blonde hair in the wind… He wanted to find an occasion to explain to her what his feelings for her were, but he knew it wasn’t the moment to push them on her. Younger, he had tried to make a move after having ingested an unholy amount of liquor, thinking it would give him courage. Her hand was imprinted on his left cheek for a whole day after this, but the whole thing ended up being a precious lesson for him. They were able to talk it out, and now the women would often use this story to gently nag at him. For the moment, his role was to be his shield and make sure she felt safe so she can be her cheerful self again.

He had barely stepped in his place that he felt something was off. There was too much silence, too much darkness, and the smell… There was something enticing to it, sweet and bitter, but he couldn’t find what. Leaving his shoes at the door, he quietly walked around his place to try to find the source of it, wondering what it was. When he walked in front of Lucy’s temporary room, Natsu felt a distracting flush grow in him. It happened quite often when he knew Lucy was close, and he damned his inner horny teenager in him to not be able to deal with his lust.

« Luce? I got some left-over from the bar if you want to snack. Better get it now before I eat it all myself. » he said softly, near her door. He knew it was rather late, so he didn’t want to risk waking her if she was asleep.

Not hearing any response, he decided to go take a quick shower before eating. He reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, and he was reaching the limits for how long he could endure it. Natsu always had a strong sense of smell, which was helpful when cooking, but such a pain during festival week at work. Odors of drug, sex and sweat was clouding the streets, and he was getting sick of it. Fortunately, it was all over now, and he should get a great pay out of it.

He entered the bathroom and started showering.

In Lucy’s mind, a weird storm of emotions was getting over her. She was sad, first of all, for putting so much of herself in yet another failed relationship. She felt shameful to be at Natsu’s place again, for him to have to pick her broken heart up again, and most importantly, to like it so much, again. Natsu was so kind to her and had always been her anchor when she was coming back from some new self-destructive way to torture herself. When she was tired of hurting so much, he was truly a healing warmth.

She felt safe with him, but she also wanted him and felt guilty for it. She had turned him down before and even made fun of him for it. She felt mortified at the idea of confessing now to him. There was no way he still had feelings for her after all this time. Plus, she was no longer the pure little Lucy he used to like. She was tainted now, her previously bright light dimed by the shadow of the demons she created. And so, she kept to herself, going through the same cycle of seeing someone and getting hurt in the end.

He said he would do overtime all week, but I still have no idea when he’ll be back tonight…Lucy thought to herself, not sure of what to do with her time. With a smirk, she went to Natsu’s room. She knew it would annoy him, but she still opened the door, knowing what would be in there : a whole fucking mess.

He’ll be mad at me for a minute or two maybe, but I could help him out a bit by cleaning his bed…

Planning to leave the big blanket out in the sun to soak in the odors of spring, Lucy walked to the messy bed. She knew about his hypersensitivity and tried to be careful around it. When she grabbed Natsu’s pillow though, she felt something odd. Lifting it, something fell on the ground.

A sexy magazine?

Looking around, she noticed a suspicious amount of used tissue in and around the garbage can. Lucy’s cheeks flushed a bit but she ultimately shook her head and just threw everything away. Natsu’s an adult, there was nothing surprising in having some alone time. Lucy glanced back at the magazine one last time, wondering what kind of girl he might fancied. Shaking her head again, she grabbed the mag and left it on his desk. Cleaning first, self-torture later.

Quickly, the laundry was done, and the bed had fresh, scented sheets to welcome the man after his work. Bored, now with a glass of wine she emptied slowly and the feeling of numb drunkenness gaining on her, a twisted thought came to her.

I made such a good job with Natsu’s bed, but now it’s too neat and clean...She thought to herself, eyes looking at his bedroom’s door.

I should ruin it.

With a devilish grin Lucy went in the bedroom again, and hid under the cover. The sheets were so soft, and she was right to leave the blanket outside a few hours, it smelled divine. With a hand untying her hair, she used the other to slowly traced down to her navel, not sure if she would really do what she had in mind. She glanced at the time, took a shard breath in, and made up her mind.

Her right hand went under her belt and down to her panties. The heat between her inner thighs was rising alarmly  fast, and she felt she was a bit wet by the taboo of her actions. She Rubbed her clit over the fabric of her underwear, taking deep, long breath to calm her mind. When she was ready, she pushed the fabric aside and finally entered two fingers, major and ring finger, in between her labia. With her thumb, she started circling slowly around her clit, which was getting sensible to the touch.

Images of Natsu was coming to her mind. His mouth on her neck, a wet warmth grazing her skin. His bare, toned chest brushing against her hard nipples, his arms circling her body. She would be bouncing on his lap, his lenght entering her harshly when she’d fell down on him.

Lucy was making her two fingers inside her follow her fantasy, although much gentler. The numbness of the alcohol wasn’t helping her feeling of heat taking over her whole body, but her mind was clearing up. She needed all her focus for this kind of fun.

Her clit was getting harder under her thumb, making Lucy’s legs twitch slightly when she was rubbing it directly. Moving her fingers, wet with her own juice, away from her own core and up to her harden fleshy bud, a small moan escaped her lips.

Other images of the man was starting to rush through the young blonde’s mind. Natsu’s broad shoulders, where she would dig her nails. Natsu’s harsh lips, that she would bite playfully. Natsu’s eyes, that she would look constantly in, especially during an orgasm, just so he knows in what kind of mess he was leaving her. She wanted him to make her scream in extasy.

As an orgasm rushed through her body in massive wave, Lucy ended up squirting heavily over Natsu’s bed, messing her past few hours of work as she first had in mind.

« I’m guessing this was the source of the smell. » Natsu finally said, making Lucy’s heart stop.

Here he was, in the flesh, with a bathrobe covering him and his hair dripping from his shower. A boner was risking to make the robe fall at any moment now, but he didn’t seem to care.

« N-Natsu! I, Im so sorry j-just give me a mo- »

Lucy had barely the time to lift herself on her elbows that Natsu was already in front of the bed, his callous hands lifting her butt.

« I hope you’re not going to deny me the one fucking meal I’ve craved for years, Luce. » Natsu’s voice was low, almost a growl. « I’d listen to you of course, but you’re just… »

Natsu’s wet mouth met with Lucy’s clit in an unceremonious way when she grabbed the men’s pink hair to guide his head to her. A smile grew on his lips, his tongue eager to navigate every part of the women’s core. She tasted so much sweeter than he had ever imagined before. He could hear Lucy moaning deeply everytime he whipped his tongue on her fleshy bud, and he knew he wouldn’t have to work long to get the blonde on the edge of another orgasm. But Natsu wanted more. He craved to have her around him as she’d cum, feeling the walls of her core tighten around his cock, suck and bite on her nipples, and he wanted her to say his name.

« Luce, can you… get protection? » Natsu said, motioning vaguely in the direction of the nightstand.

Understanding what was going on in his mind, Lucy eagerly started looking for a condom. Finding one, she quickly opened it and gave the protection to Natsu. Using her elbows to lift herself up, she sat on the bed and looked at the man. Her eyes wandered down his erection, her mouth watering at the sight of his throbbing cock. Maybe another time. She thought to herself.

Just like she had imagined earlier, Natsu installed himself on the edge of the bed, his feet solid on the ground. Without a word, he motioned to Lucy to get on his lap.

The silent order made Lucy flame up in desire. She placed herself on top of him, and slowly impaled herself with her partner’s cock. Her inner walls were already tight from her first orgasm, but Natsu could have sworn that Lucy’s pussy was pulsating around his erection. The thought of it was getting to him and he feared he would lose his control at any moment.

« Natsu. » Lucy said to his ear, with a hint of lust.

Natsu snapped. Biting harshly on her neck, he grabbed Lucy’s butt cheek and penetrated her as deep as he could with his new found leverage. A scorching lust that had built up over the years had taken control of him and the only thing he could think of was how his senses craved the women. He wanted to feel her, taste her, look at her for hours, and he had no intention of letting his captured princess out of his dragon’s clasp.

Lucy was seeing stars at the change of pace. Natsu’s cock was ramming inside of her, filling her up completely. His bite in her neck would leave at mark tomorrow, and she squirm at the thought of having a reminder of this night for later. She wasn’t sure what made Natsu change like this, but lord was it devilishly good to be at his mercy.

Her partner was still gaining momentum when Lucy’s second orgasm took over, wave of pleasure clasping the manhood inside her. A loud moan was about to leave her lips when Natsu crashed his own on hers in a way to silence her. A hand went up to her throat, gently squishing the pressure point to stop the blood from going to her head. Breath play* was one of her favorite when fucking, and Natsu remembered.

Still thrusting his erection as deep as he could, Natsu was starting to feel annoyed by the same position. He lifted the women momentarily to drop her again on the bed. Eyes glossy with effort and lust, he grabbed one of Lucy’s leg and made her slide towards him. Now with a better grip, his cock started ramming inside her again, but faster. He was feeling the usual build up of tension in him growing when he heard a faint cry.

Thinking maybe he had made a mistake, Natsu stopped his motion and looked anxiously at the women laying in front of him. Lucy’s brown eyes were watery yes, but also fixed on him with a burning lust. There was no problem, until he stopped

« Look at me.» The blonde was able to whisper. « Please. »

Natsu felt a surge of electricity at the pleading voice. For years, he had fantasized about the women, but this was beyond his wildest dream. Eyes fixed into hers, the pink haired man let out a deep growl as he came hard, a veil going across his vision as he tried to thrust himself a few more time before the last of his strength left him.

Crashing on the bed beside the women, Natsu let out a heavy sigh. Nuzzeling his head in her back, he took a big breath in.

« I’m never leaving this bed again. » He said once he had regained his thoughts.

« I don’t want to burst your bubble, but ew. » Lucy giggled. « Plus, imagine the possibilities of fun, but in the bathroom. »

The idea that the girl in his arms was talking about a next time made his heart flutter. He was all down for it, just... in a few hours. For now, he was just too scared to let her go.

[ravewoodx]

[delirious-donna]

Heya! You doing good? Hope so. I saw your most recent oneshot you did for an anon here and honestly, I loved your writing really really much! You describe so well and it makes me feel relaxed that I can now read something with ease. Can I make a request this time, only if you aren't busy with other work. I'm a smut-type of person lol so it's gonna be Nsfw. But you can always make it fluffy smut (my favorite). I'll use the previous anon's format since it'll make things easy for you, probably.

Pairing : Natsu & Lucy

Rated : M (Smut)

Summary/Prompt : Natsu brings a beautiful bouquet of rare and unknown flowers for his wife, which he found on his way back home. What he doesn't know is that those aren't ordinary flowers, they're magical and they emit a strange but intoxicating scent from time to time. The scent arouses whoever inhales it to the point they almost go into forced heat.

Unknowingly, Lucy accepts the mysterious flowers but in a few minutes, the buds start permeating the air with their trap. Both Natsu and Lucy feel the sudden urge to jump each other like rabbits, not knowing the reason. But who cares? They can think about it later.

For now, they'll just take care of the growing need in their bodies. Natsu doesn't waste a single second before throwing Lucy over his shoulder and carrying her to the bedroom. Things ensue there.

Smell So Good [NaLu]

an: Hi Anon! Thanks for the prompt, I do love writing Nalu smut so this was a fun one to put together. I hope you enjoy it!

pairing: Natsu Dragneel x Lucy Heartfilia

warnings: NSFW, smut drabble, sex pollen, rough sex, unprotected sex, biting, they are married but could be considered dub con if you take into account the sex pollen stuff

Masterlist

The exotic aroma tickled her nose as she pressed her face closer to the beautiful blooms she had been gifted. An unexpectedly sweet surprise.

It would be a lie if she did not admit to instantly thinking that her husband had done something wrong, it wouldn’t be the first time that the reckless man had pre-empted her wrath over whatever latest destruction he had caused.

He couldn’t help himself, he was Natsu Dragneel after all, destruction was practically his middle name.

Lucy eyed the hand-picked bouquet, a delicate finger tracing the vivid pinks, yellows and oranges as her mind wandered to the male in the next room. Her body tingled, a sharp shudder coursing up her spine and spreading outwards to her extremities.

Molten lava pooled in the pit of her stomach, so quick to manifest that she staggered from it. Clutching the wall and dropping the flowers to the table as she became consumed with sinful images of her partner. It still felt so new and thrilling to call him her husband, even if they had been together for years.

Natsu was her first love and her soulmate.

It may have taken longer than necessary to get to where they were now, but the journey had been worth every second. Lucy well remembered the night they had wed, how gentle Natsu had been as he made love to her. Their bodies entwined so tightly, the smooth slide of his hips as he loved her with every fibre of his being and the sweet kisses between heated groans of desire.

She also remembered the times they had argued, heated words flying like sharpened weapons as they squabbled over trivial matters just as they always had done. It was not the quarrels that brought her to these specific memories, but more of how they had made up afterwards.

Her pink haired man holding her up against the nearest wall, her ankles locked around the base of his spine as he fucked into her without mercy. The sinful sound of skin slapping against skin, whimpered mewls around fingers that he held in her mouth to suck on and the brutal thrusts delivered to her sweet spot.

The blonde felt as if she were on fire, her skin prickled in slight discomfort and her only thought was to run to him – so she did.

Natsu turned at the last second, his eyes widening in alarm as she threw herself towards his muscled frame, trusting him to catch her. He grunted from the impact, more than capable of holding her weight but caught off-guard from the suddenness of her actions.

“Luce?”

His body jerked, pupils shifting to crimson and blown wide – a remnant of long-gone magic. A strong hand fisted her golden blonde hair, wrapping it around his hand before pulling it taut as he pressed his nose to her neck and inhaled deeply.

Lucy gasped, delighting in his reaction as her lower half sought to grind against the wall of muscles. Her hands roamed the wide expanse of his back, feeling the flex of his muscles as they rippled beneath her less than gentle touch.

“You smell different but so good,” he all but growled against her throat. His sharp fangs nipped at her pulse point before greedy lips devoured the tender spot until it was bruised and purple from his mouth. Without warning, he gripped Lucy’s waist and hefted her over his shoulder.

“Natsu!” she shrieked in surprise.

Not a hint of embarrassment crept over as her skirt flipped to reveal her white cotton panties to the air. Two thick fingers pressed heatedly against the obvious damp spot and she whimpered in response. He was running, long determined strides to their bedroom and the door rattled on its hinges from the thunderous slam.

Lucy found herself tumbling to the bed and a panting Dragon Slayer was quick to follow her down.

Had she been in her right mind, she might have taken a moment to contemplate what had caused this sudden sweep of desire, how aggressively it had sprung upon her and then Natsu, but that would have to wait until much later.

For now, she needed him – needed to be filled to capacity.

Fingers carded into the lush forest of pink hair, tugging him ever closer as their mouths slanted against each other. The kisses were bruising, utterly demanding as teeth clashed and tongues explored.

Metal rattled noisily as Natsu unbuckled his belt with one hand, the noise sending shivers skittering across Lucy’s slick skin. Normally she would prefer them both to be stripped naked, to revel in the delicious sight of her Dragon Slayer in all his naked glory, but there wasn’t time for that.

Her thighs felt drenched from her arousal and the guttural growl that sounded from deep within Natsu’s chest was a testament to that fact. She could never hope to hide the times she found herself worked up, his damn nose too sensitive to her unique scent and how it shifted when she was in the mood.

His pants and underwear pushed down his hips only enough for his straining erection to be freed, Lucy met the velvet encased steel with an eager hand. Arching into his touch, feverish kisses pressed to her cleavage amidst grunts of approval at her own ministrations.

The thick rope of lust and desire that bound the pair pulled achingly tight – nothing but animalistic instincts pushing them forward.

No time for words.

No patience for prolonged foreplay.

No need for preparation.

Lucy was a struck match, ignited by the fires of her love for the man braced above her. If he didn’t sink in soon she would burn into nothing more than a pile of ash. She keened for him, unable to do more than produce the whimpered noises of her need.

Natsu would never allow his beloved Lucy to suffer. He knew her intimately, knew exactly what she wanted and how much she could take. His movements were rushed as he shoved aside the flimsy sodden material of her panties. One swipe of his cock along her folds and then he was pushing forward.

Her toes curled from the sudden sensation of fullness. The satisfaction of Natsu being buried hilt-deep within her walls passed quicker than she would hope, those flames of urgency rekindling and intensifying once more.

Again, Natsu acted before Lucy had time to process what it was she needed. His own instincts took over as he set a slow but forceful pace. The drag of his cock caught against every single sweet spot within her pussy, the tip kissing against her cervix with each determined thrust.

She clawed at him, a feral animal caught and fighting for freedom but not truly wishing it. The blonde barely realised his actions, too consumed by the feel of him deep inside. It wasn’t until a scorching mouth suckled against her breast did she notice that he had pulled her top down, such force used that the straps had snapped entirely and the bra beneath was in a similar state of ruin.

His tongue laved circles around the tight bud, lips sucked the skin and teeth nipped incessantly. All whilst he lost himself to her sweetness, the walls of her centre clenching around him almost to the point of pain. They trembled from the ferocious speed of their actions, lost within a bubble of sinful delight.

It took hardly any time for Lucy to orgasm, back bowed off the mattress and fingers holding her Dragon Slayer tightly to her chest to keep him in place. His strong hands shifted to her waist, hiking the skirt higher up her body to grip at her hips.

With a wet ‘pop’, he released the suction around her pebbled nipple and reared upwards. Braced on his knees, lifting Lucy’s hips to angle her pelvis upon his lap, the pink haired male pulled her harshly upon his shaft.

The bed creaked ominously, the headboard close to snapping as his actions rutted the blonde along his length and rattled everything around them. Her fingers scrabbled into the sheets below, fisting the material as tears filled her eyes.

She needed his release.

His carmine blown pupils watched hungrily at their joining point. Fascinated by the arousal that ringed his cock and soaked over his balls and thighs.

A thumb brushed against her sensitive clit and she exploded. White light filled her vision as she screamed Natsu’s names so loudly that it would be heard in the celestial realm. Heat filled her to capacity, the intensity of her orgasm more than enough to force Natsu’s.

He roared, the tendons on his neck straining from the intensity of his release. So sensitive but continuing to languidly stroke into Lucy’s pulsing walls, keen to ensure every drop of his seed remained inside.

The haze of lust burnt away like fog on a humid day.

“I – I don’t know what happened just then,” Lucy panted through laboured breaths.

Natsu collapsed to her chest, rolling with her sweat-soaked body until she was cradled into his side. Her fingers idled lazy patterns of unknown design against his chest, paying special attention to the long healed scars that marked his torso.

“Me neither,” he agreed, “but it was fun.”

The incorrigible male buried his nose in her hair as they continued to listen to the wild thump of their hearts.

After a time they chatted about the experience they had shared and a bashful Natsu apologised for ruining yet another lingerie set much to the amusement of Lucy, she tried to look angry but it was hard to flatten the smile that wished to shine through.

“Ya know, I think it was something to do with that smell on you,” he mused quietly.

“What smell?” Lucy asked in bewilderment.

Natsu cocked his head to the side, “you smelled different and I think there is still a faint trace of it somewhere.”

He was on his feet and padding towards the door as Lucy basked in the mammoth bed on her own. She stretched out her aching limbs, enjoying the little pops from the abused muscles.

“Maybe it’s these flowers…” he called out.

Lucy looked up to see him standing in the doorway with the bouquet in hand. She watched as he lifted the beautiful blooms to his nose and sniffed.

The shiver was prominent. Comprehension dawned on the blonde’s face as her husband’s face contorted into sin incarnate, and her heart rate spiked at its meaning.

“Natsu?”