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Lucy had never felt so horny in her life. Her body was burning with desire. Every brush of the breeze against her skin threatened to undo her. Natsu barely seemed to notice. He’d also barely noticed the potion flying at him before she’d pushed him out of the way, and her directly into it.
The whole team was drudging back through the woods, away from the dark wizard’s cave they had just spent the day battling in. The owner of the cave, and aforementioned dark wizard, was a 30-something lady with dirty blonde hair and a vicious countenance. She’d been wreaking havoc on the village below for weeks, using them as guinea pigs for her newest concoctions and potions. One of which she’d slung at Natsu mid-battle. The same one that had doused her when she took the hit for him.
It hadn’t taken Lucy very long to figure out what the potion did. It started in her mind. Within seconds of coming into contact with the bubblegum-pink elixir, all she could think about was sex. Her mind flooded with images of Natsu beneath her, burning bruises into her hips as he slammed her up and down on his cock, while all she did was cling on for dear life and let herself get fucked into oblivion.
It wasn’t the first time she’d had such thoughts, but they didn’t usually pop up in battle, and the onset was so abrupt, she couldn’t think of anything else it could have been aside from the potion.
Then came the ache. She felt so painfully empty, the urge washed over her to fill herself with something, anything to help ease the need. Wetness spawned between her legs, and she was almost certain the boys could tell something was up, because both dragon and demon slayer had looked a little perplexed at her as they tied up the wizard and headed out of the cave.
She tried to keep her thoughts on anything but the fantasy of Natsu pounding into her from behind, hands tangled in her hair as they yanked, pulling her head up to such an unnatural degree that her muscles screamed.
She couldn’t look him in the eye. So, instead, she volunteered to handle the captive and marched on ahead of the group, dark wizard in tow.
“How long will it take to wear off,” she hissed through gritted teeth. The wizard grinned at her.
“It wouldn’t be any fun if there was a time constraint,” she mused, her lilting voice breaking into a laugh as Lucy’s face pinched and reddened.
“I suppose you’ll have to work it out of your system~.”
“That’s enough chit-chat.” Natsu’s harsh bark jolted through Lucy’s body, electrifying every nerve ending until her head was once again flooded with the urge to whirl around and fuck the life out of him.
Natsu was her best friend, and sure, she’d had feelings for him for a long time, and she would be an idiot to not once think about how all that powerful ferocity he displayed on the battlefield might translate into the bedroom, but they’d never struck her so violently that she was truly worried she might act on them.
Natsu was innocent and oblivious. He was not ready for what she’d want to do to him. What she’d want him to do to her.
But, like the good partner he was, he’d picked up on her discomfort and sought to relieve her from it. So, she settled for keeping at least two-feet of distance between them. One wayward brush and she might very well combust.
Her restraint held all the way back to the village, and into the hotel. She hit a wall when it came to assigning rooms. Usually, to both offset cost and for protection, they split into two rooms; one for the girls and one for the boys, unless there weren’t enough beds, which was a problem they rarely ran into.
But this time, Lucy needed her own room. And the request turned everyone’s attention on her. The stares sent annoyed prickles down her spine, which she tried to focus on so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed by the one stare that sent something else skittering down into her core.
Natsu’s stare was inherently innocent, but from the way his nostrils flared and his lips parted, she could tell he’d picked up on something being wrong. And if he poked at her request a little too long, she’d spill her guts in the most embarrassing way.
So, instead, she took the bratty princess approach.
“I just don’t want to share a bed tonight!” She sounded childish and privileged, but it shut down all arguments from her team. They just assumed she’d had a long day and was tired.
As soon as she’d slammed the door closed behind her, she was stripping off items of clothing. First, her hair came down, then her belt, weapons, and keys hit the bedside table.
As desperately as she just wanted to sink into the cheap hotel mattress and work the potion out of her system until she was a sweating, shivering, mess, she refused to do anything until she was clean from the grime and blood of battle.
She left a trail of clothes heading towards the en suite bathroom, First her skirt, then her shirt, then her underwear and bra, all sprawled across the floor as she ducked into the steaming hot shower, letting the water scald her skin and reel her back into reality.
A worry gnawed at the edge of her mind as she scrubbed her skin clean of filth and gore. She had no idea how much work it would take to purge the potion from her system. She was functioning under the assumption that she could satisfy her need in a night, but what if it took longer than that? What if her hands weren’t enough?
She shook her head, turning her focus instead to rinsing away the suds before getting out and toweling off. If that unfortunate situation did arise, she’d just have to deal with it then. For now, she’d do her best to solve it tonight without anyone the wiser.
Natsu had noticed Lucy was out of sorts as soon as the fervor of battle had cooled and his senses had been flooded by a heady, warped version of her familiar scent.
He assumed it was just the leftover adrenaline from the fight, but alarm bells started ringing when she insisted on her own room. Lucy was frugal to a fault, if she could have swallowed past her sense of propriety, she’d have them all sleeping in one room together just to spare the jewels. She’d never insist on her own room without good reason.
Something was wrong with her, and he intended to find out what.
He gave her an hour to cool off and shower, and then, hoping to catch her in a fresh, open, state of mind, tip-toed down the hall to her room, almost four doors away from his own.
He thought about knocking, but sometimes being too light-handed around Lucy when she was feeling upset was asking for trouble, so instead he gently eased open the door.
The sound reached his ears first. Lucy’s voice was a haunting, far-off melody of whimpers and gasps. Not the brash, loud sounds she made while fighting, but soft, gentle, urging to spread into something fuller, yet stifled. There was a slicking sound, too. Faint and muffled, but omnipresent in the room and now in Natsu’s head.
The smell was next. That heady mix of vanilla and strawberries was deeper and sweeter, as though drenched in honey. Natsu wanted to taste whatever that smell led to.
When he finally opened the door wide enough to see inside, every other sensation faded into the background as his focus zeroed in on Lucy.
She was on her knees on the bed. Her chest pressed into the mattress before her, and a sheet tangled around her body as though she’d slung it over herself in a hasty attempt to hide her form from the world. Her blond hair cascaded around her shoulders and draped across her neck, hiding her face from view. One arm clung to the pillow at the head of the bed and the other dipped below where the sheets hid her body. One long, muscled, creamy leg lay half out of the covers, and every inch was tensed and coiled, like a spring ready to launch.
It took Natsu an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize what she was doing, and by the time he did, and it clicked that he should probably leave, he was already rooted to the spot, his pulse climbing as he watched her movements grow into a frenzy, her vocalizations ratcheting upwards until she shoved her face into a pillow to stifle them.
He was frozen as his keen ears picked up on every frustrated whimper and cry as she worked herself up and over the precipice.
The thought occurred to him that he should shut the door, hide Lucy’s vulnerability from the world outside, sequester it for only himself to enjoy. It was only when he heard the loud snick of the lock catching and thud as the door fell home that he realized his mistake.
Lucy usually prided herself on her decorum. She’d shed much of what had been branded into her in childhood, most of it washing away in the ale-stained, raucous walls of the guildhall, but she still considered herself a lady when it came to comportment.
Her behaviour the moment she realized Natsu was in her room did not befit her status as a lady. She had locked eyes with him, and although her mind was demanding she cover herself, to scream and kick him out, her body disobeyed. She surged up from the mattress, ignoring her state of undress. The only thought fueling her was the urge to quell the need that had been driving her crazy for the past hour.
She pressed herself against his body. For once, her sweat-slicked skin felt hotter than Natsu’s. She took relief in the cool sensation against her burning flesh.
“Luce, what-?”
“Help me. Please.” She whined, her voice so breathy and needy she wasn’t entirely sure it was her own.
He was saying something, probably asking a question, but she couldn’t hear anything. All she could hear was the blood rushing in her ears as her eyes focused in on his lips. They looked slightly rough, yet so soft she couldn’t help but push her own to them.
His taste was intoxicating, smoke and ash and heat all wrapped in the undertones of a smell that was so distinctly Natsu. She moaned into the kiss, simple pleas and whimpers, begging for his help. She was surprised that he didn’t back away immediately. Instead, his rough hands clamped around her waist in a steel grip. The rest of him remained frozen in shock.
“Luce,” she felt him whisper against her lips. “Luce, what the hell is going on?”
Lucy pulled away, her hands still desperately clutching onto his vest. “That potion I got hit with during the battle,” her words came out in a rushed slurry. “It’s unbearable, Natsu,” she begged, “I can’t work it out of my system alone.” Her fingers crept underneath his vest and around his shoulders, digging in and finding purchase in the lines between his defined muscles. “I need help, please.” The words trailed off in a whispered moan as she brought her mouth back to his, teeth pulling at his lips as the rest of her body sought to come into as much contact as possible.
“Lucy,” he groaned against her lips, “You’re not in your right mind, I can’t do this to you- Ow!” His head jerked back, his lip bleeding where Lucy had just bit. She glared up at him, for once something beyond the crushing desire surfacing within her.
“I wouldn’t be asking this if it was anyone else, Natsu.”
“Wha-”
“I have loved you for years, Natsu. I want you. Only you.” Her glare turned soft and pleading. “Please, help me.”
Later, Natsu would probably beat himself senseless for what he was doing. But ‘later’ was not ‘now.’ And ‘now,’ he had his best friend and object of his love begging him to pleasure her. Who was he to tell her no?
Her eyes twinkled, like she knew she’d just won. One of Natsu’s hands moved from her waist to her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair as he slammed her face towards his, their lips meeting in a crushing sensation of heat and longing. The dam they’d so carefully constructed, the one that led them in a dance around each other of never coming too close, collapsed all at once as their bodies melded together so thoroughly Natsu wasn’t quite sure where Lucy ended and he began.
He guided her towards the bed and shoved her down onto it. She bounced a bit, and then froze, as though shocked, splayed on top of the bed. No, not frozen. She was lying in wait, like a leopard readying to pounce. Her eyes were bright, almost feverish, and Natsu could smell the desire in her scent.
“Tell me what you want, Luce.”
She whined and thrashed at the hesitation, but Natsu held firm over top of her, his hands reaching out to lock her flailing arms to the mattress.
“Lucy.” There was no room for disobedience this time.
“I want you, Natsu. I want you everywhere. I want you inside me.”
It all came out in one breath, and before she was even done speaking, Natsu had moved down the bed, his knees settling on the rough wooden floors of the hotel room and his mouth closing over the apex of Lucy’s thighs.
She screamed out, and the sound was quite possibly the most angelic thing Natsu had ever heard. His tongue lathed over her clit before experimentally darting in and out of her. He listened for every catch in her breath, focused on every twitch of her muscles.
She tasted like honeyed strawberries. Exactly what he had smelled in the hallway. He needed to taste more. His thumb teased at Lucy’s clit as his tongue delved ever deeper into the source of her sweetness.
He pressed one spot, and Lucy’s entire form quaked. Her fists tightened in his hair, her thighs clenching around his head. He persisted, his tongue prodding and massaging the sweet nerve until Lucy’s cries crescendoed into a scream he was almost sure the entire hotel could hear. But he would never tell her to be quieter. Not when he so enjoyed the sounds of pleasure he was prying from her.
He expected a moment of calm; anticipated a break in the storm before they were once again caught in the undertow of desire.
Instead, Lucy shot up before the aftershocks had worked their way through and pulled him up off his knees and onto the bed, her nails digging so hard in her desperation he felt them break skin.
As soon as he was close enough, she was pressing her lips to his, tears streaming down her face. She seemed more desperate than before.
Yes. Yes. This is what she had been missing before. This. Natsu ruthlessly seeking out every source of her pleasure, his keen, battle-honed senses tuned into her every need.
Lucy was still reeling from finally reaching a peak she’d been chasing for over an hour, but she still wanted more. Needed more. Fantasies floated in her mind. Fantasies she’d had for so long, only needing the opportunity. And this was it.
Once Natsu was far enough onto the bed, she led him down onto the mattress. She barely gave him any time to settle or prepare before she was slamming herself down onto his dick.
Or, at least, she tried. Maybe it was her haste, but rather than plunging inside of her, where she wanted him, his length slid against her folds. Even that contact was enough to make her legs shake and wetness to drip down her thighs. But she wanted him inside of her.
She must have whimpered in frustration, or Natsu must have seen the desperation in her eyes, because he quickly wrapped his hands around her hips and, after a whispered please from Lucy’s lips, thrust himself into her until he was fully seated inside her.
Lucy felt her entire body writhe in pleasure at the sensation filling her, pooling heat into her core. She had to take a moment, gasping and panting, to adjust to the sheer girth of what was inside her. For the second time that night, Lucy found respite in Natsu. For a split second, the fog cleared just enough for her to feel a spark of deep satisfaction before Natsu realized she had adjusted enough and lifted her up only to slam her back down again.
Lucy screamed at the feeling of him sliding along her walls. Pleasure cascading over the moment of peace she had found until she was falling apart all over again. Thrust after thrust, she felt Natsu dig bruises into her hips as she perched atop him, taking his full length with every beat. Her muscles gave out, her back liquifying before they met Natsu’s knees, which he had brought up to support her before she fell the rest of the way. Her hands found his thighs to clutch on to as he pounded into her, hitting a spot much deeper inside that quickly had her crying out his name before even her jaw lost strength and she had to focus on swallowing lest she drool on herself.
Lucy was pleasantly sure that she and Natsu formed the perfect image of debauchery: her, loose-limbed, leaning all of her weight against Natsu’s knees, brows scrunched in pleasure, mouth hanging open in gasps and pants and moans, Natsu’s name the only word forming between her lips. She was sure her breasts were flushed a beautiful red against her creamy skin, maybe the same red as her fingertips that were biting into Natsu’s muscled thighs. And Natsu himself was the embodiment of lust. His tanned muscles flexed with every thrust as he pulled her up and slammed her down, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that bruises battled the blush against her skin. He was biting his lip as he focused on where their bodies combined, his eyes filled with pleasure, love, and desire in equal measure.
Somehow, Natsu managed to plunge deeper with every thrust, and as Lucy’s pleasure wound higher and higher, tighter and tighter, her moans became pleas as she begged for release. Natsu lifted her up one last time, and as he slammed her down on his cock, he surged up and pressed his lips to hers in a searing kiss.
Lucy came undone. Pleasure wreathed through her body, wringing her dry as she spasmed around Natsu’s dick, which she felt pulsing inside of her. She should have thought about having him wear a condom, even though she was on birth control. But as she felt Natsu’s hot cum fill her up, she was a little bit glad it had slipped her mind.
Lucy was so busy basking in the glow of her orgasm, that she almost missed the feeling of magic untangling itself from her body. It must be the spell wearing off. The itch dampened with every pulse of Natsu’s cock inside of her. But the desire did not lessen. In fact, Lucy only wanted him more.
“It’s gone,” she whispered, after her tongue remembered how to function.
“What?”
“The spell.” a gasp escaped her lips as Natsu began to pull himself out. “It’s gone, but…”
Their eyes met, and Lucy could tell that he understood. But she still needed to say it.
“But I want more.”
Natsu’s lips met hers in a tender kiss. “As you wish.”
He moved to lay her down on the mattress, but Lucy whined.
“Natsu,” she began, somewhat hesitantly, “I’m not sure I can hold myself up.” A flush burned up her cheeks at Natsu’s dark responding chuckle.
He trailed reassuring kisses down her neck and shoulders as he reached behind her and tugged a pillow towards them. Gently, he nudged her shoulders until she turned around, and pressed on her spine until she fell back into a position close to the one Natsu had first found her in. Her chest pressed into the mattress, her arms lax above her head, and her hips propped up by the pillow underneath her.
Lucy’s entire body relaxed as Natsu peppered sweet kisses down her spine, pausing on each vertebrae to whisper her name before pressing another kiss.
Soon, though, she’d had enough of the soft and slow. She wriggled her hips impatiently, and was warned with a quick nip on her ass before rewarding her resulting whine with his cock pushing into her, deep and slow.
Lucy cried out again as she was filled to the brim. Natsu’s thrusts continued in the same torturously slow, languid manner. Finally, she wrung out through gritted teeth, “Natsu, I swear to god.”
The last impatient word had only just passed her lips before Natsu dug his hand into the loose waves of her hair and pulled so hard it burned. He wrenched her head up so that her neck was bared. She could feel every inch of muscle stretching. His teeth scraped along her exposed throat in the same breath as his thrusts grew harsher and inexplicably deeper.
All thoughts escaped Lucy’s mind except those of pleasure. How Natsu’s mouth felt against her neck. How his cock dragged in and out. How his hand pulled on her hair with just the right amount of strength that brought tears to her eyes. The combination of sensations resulted in a mind-numbing bliss that wreathed through her body, filling her more and more with every thrust of Natsu’s hips.
She screamed when he finally bit down on her throat like a dragon laying his claim, her orgasm crashing through her with blinding intensity. For a moment, she could see nothing as pleasure swept through her body, soaking into every corner of her being.
Once the aftershocks had worked their way through, Lucy nodded off. Her entire body finally relaxing now that the painful edge of desire had been satiated.
Lucy hadn’t noticed when she’d fallen asleep, but she woke up underneath clean, fluffy covers with a warm arm wrapped around her waist. Her hair was slightly damp, and Lucy noticed with affectionate warmth that her skin felt clean. She rolled over to face the source of warmth at her back.
Natsu’s face was peaceful as he slept, strands of hair brushing against his cheek. She reached to tuck them back into the rest of his locks when Natsu’s hand met hers. His eyes opened, bleary and sleep-filled, and Lucy’s heart melted at the tender look on his face.
“G’mornin’,” he muttered, his voice still groggy.
“Good morning,” she whispered, unable to resist the smile spreading across her kiss-chapped lips.
“Hey,” he murmured as she tucked her head into his shoulder, “I’m sorry it took me so long to say this, but,” He hesitated a breath and Lucy cuddled in closer to his warmth, an almost purr-like rumble filling her chest.
“I love you.”
The words warmed Lucy from the inside out, and she was almost positive she radiated a golden glow of happiness.
“I love you, too, Natsu.” She whispered one last, chaste, kiss against his cheek, and fell back asleep in his arms.