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Writing had always been a passion for Lucy. She already loved reading, anything she could get her hands on, really. But she loved romance books; there was something so fun about curling up and reading the most garbage, sappy romance that she could find. So, in theory, she should be able to write one of her own. She’s read enough of them to know the formulas that work; the tropes, and the personalities she had down. The one thing she couldn’t get was figuring out good positions to write about; every time she tried to think of one, she’d type it out, and it wouldn’t make sense. She was losing her mind.
She was having her weekly coffee with Levy at their favorite cafe. They gossiped about their friends or talked about their new favorite books and TV shows. Sometimes they complained about their boyfriends. Today, they talked about how horrible a time Lucy was having with a new book she was trying to write.
“Levy! I don’t know what to do! I’ve never had such bad writer's block in my life!” Lucy whined dramatically, throwing herself on the table in front of her.
“Aw, Lu. It can’t be that bad, you’re a great writer! Just give yourself a break and go back to it!” Levy patted her arm.
“The issue is I want to write so badly, but I just can’t get the words right. Every time I explain how my characters are sitting or touching each other, it sounds good until I read it back and cannot imagine what they’re doing. It’s horrible!” She shouted into her arms.
“Have you read other books to get an idea of what other people are doing, maybe?” Levy suggested. That made Lucy lift her head up, resting her cheeks against her palms.
“Yeah, issue is I always end up just copying exactly what they wrote. I wanna be able to write my own, y’know.”
“Hm. Maybe look up some references? Like pictures or videos.” Levy said, taking a sip of her coffee.
“I tried that, it gets pornographic super quick. Which isn’t exactly bad, but I really can’t watch porn that much. Especially with Natsu around so much, could you imagine him finding me watching porn? He would-”
Levy cut her off. “Fuck your brains out?”
Lucy spluttered, her face burning. “Jesus Levy!”
“Come on, Lu! How long have you guys been dating? You’re such a prude.” Levy laughed at her. “Aren’t you trying to write a raunchy little romance book? How is that gonna work with your condition?”
“Okay, now you’re just being mean. Just because we’re not as open as you and Gajeel doesn’t mean I’m a prude!” Lucy sipped her drink, willing her burning face to stop.
“Alright, alright, I’ll leave you alone. I’m just saying that catching someone watching porn is super hot.” She said.
“I mean, I guess I’d never thought about it? He would make fun of me for months, Levy. He already calls me a pervert; he gets no more ammo.” Lucy was no longer enjoying this conversation. She wasn’t a prude by any means, but she also wasn’t going to shout her preferences out loud. Especially not in a cafe that she often frequented.
“You should try it one day. Sometimes, I’ll watch stuff when I know Gajeel is about to be home. Hottest shit ever.” She said with a smile.
“Levy! Who would’ve guessed you were such a little pervert yourself!” Lucy laughed at her friend as she shrugged.
“What’re you two yapping about now?” Lucy looked up and found Gajeel next to their table.
“Oh, hey, you’re here early.” Levy pecked him on the cheek as he leaned down. “We’re just talking about Lucy’s writing problems.”
“You finally giving up on that?” He asked her gruffly, groaning when Levy smacked his stomach. “What?”
“No, I haven’t given up on it! Just having some trouble describing things.” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Like what? What could be that hard to describe?” He asked, putting his arm around the back of Levy’s chair. Lucy explained her situation, scowling when she laughed at her.
“Why not just use Salamander as a living pose doll?” He said, his laugh finally subsiding.
“Oh, that’s smart, Gajeel! I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.” Levy smiled.
“What do you mean?” Lucy asked, looking between the two of them.
“Do I have to spell it out? Whatever you’re having problems describing, make him pose with you so you can see if it works. If it doesn’t, then you can scratch that idea; if it does, then you have a visual on how to describe it.” He frowned, which he did often, speaking to anyone but Levy.
“That’s not a bad idea. He’ll be whiny about it. He cannot sit still to save his life.” She stood up. “But I’ll bribe him or something. Thanks, Gajeel, you were actually helpful for once! Bye, Levy, I’ll text you!”
“Whattya mean ‘actually helpful’? Hey! Bunny girl!” Gajeel yelled at her. Levy laughed as she bid Lucy goodbye.
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Lucy closed the door to her apartment, dropping her keys on the table and taking her shoes off. She decided that she was going to give one more bash at trying to write on her own before asking Natsu for his help. Getting him to sit still long enough for her to pose him and take notes was going to be next to impossible.
She changed into a pair of pink shorts and one of Natsu’s black band shirts that he left at her place. Settling at her desk, she started back into her book, she had left off at her couple, finally having their first encounter together. She was actually making some progress when Natsu came waltzing into her place. He leaned against her chair, wrapping his arms around her.
“Back to writing?” He asked, moving her hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck. She tilted her head to the side, giving him better access.
“Trying to. I’m having a rough time with these stupid scenes.” She leaned her head back against him as he continued to kiss her.
“Maybe you should take a break.” She felt him smirk, then bite her neck. Her hands went up to his head, holding it away from her.
“No biting, jackass. Don’t go distracting me while I’m trying to write, I’m having a hard enough time as is.” She said.
Natsu groaned and pushed out of her hands to kiss her lips before backing up and flopping onto her bed.
“Fine. I’ll leave you alone for an hour. You’re lucky I’m sleepy.” He sighed, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes.
“My perfect gentleman.” Lucy sighed heavily. She turned back to her book and continued, or more tried, to continue writing.
She had spent 10 minutes writing before Natsu spoke up again.
“Okay, I actually think you need a break now.” He opened his eyes and looked at her.
“Why?” She asked rather grouchily.
“You’ve done nothing but scribble out what you’re writing and groan for the past 10 minutes. You’re obviously not getting any work done. Wouldn’t a break be nice?” He asked.
“I am getting just enough work done, thank you very much. Go back to sleep.” She couldn’t help her attitude; he was right. She wasn’t getting anywhere.
Sighing, she stood up and walked over to her bed, flopping down on top of him. Resting her head on his chest and holding his sides. He opened his legs so she could comfortably settle between them. His arm wrapped around her, holding his own wrist to keep her locked in. He kissed her head.
“Feel better?” He asked.
“No.” She was pouting; she didn’t need to feel better. She was obviously lying, though; she could feel her shoulders relaxing. Natsu hummed at her, not believing her lie.
“Can I ask you a favor?” She lifted her head and looked at him. He didn’t move but hummed at her again. “Can I use you for references?”
“What like for a job?” He asked, opening his eyes.
“No, dummy. Like, use you to figure out if what I’m writing makes sense. Pose you so I can see if it makes sense or if I need to adjust what I’m writing.” She explained.
“Oh. Will it make you stop moaning and groaning over there?” He laughed at her undignified face.
“Never mind, I no longer want your help.” She tried to get up, but couldn’t when Natsu wrapped her in a bear hug, legs and everything.
“No, I’m kidding! Yeah, I’ll help you. Of course I’ll help you! For a price.” He cackled at her scoffing.
“Name your price, you monster.”
“One proper kiss, then I’ll help you.” He smiled at her; she couldn’t help smiling back. He released his hold on her so she could move forward and kiss him. It was slow and soft; his hands wandered down her back. Pulling her back into him when she broke the kiss.
“Nu uh, you said one kiss.” She put a finger to his mouth. She laughed when he pouted. She got up and went to her desk, grabbing a pen and paper.
“So, what exactly am I doing?” He asked, watching as she climbed back onto him. Straddling him this time. “I’m liking this so far.” He rested his hands on her thighs, rubbing back and forth.
“Don’t be pervy. I told you, you’re going to be my pose doll. Just move however I tell you and I’ll take notes. It shouldn’t take too long.” She put the paper beside Natsu’s shoulder and paused, thinking about what position she had issues with when she left off.
Her characters were just starting to get together, a new relationship where they were getting comfortable with each other. That might lead to issues because even before she and Natsu got together, they were glued at the hip. She remembers whenever they told everyone they were dating, Gray asked what they were doing before; it was rude, but it was fair. They really ignored their feelings for a while. So, she really didn’t know how they would go about getting that same tension she wanted. Especially when she was sure Natsu had never been insecure or tentative in his life.
“Alright, model me, oh great one.” He smirked up at her, and she smiled back.
“Okay, sit up. Yeah, put your arms around me... like that. Are your legs comfy?” She rested her forearms on his shoulders; he had sat up per her request with his legs still outstretched in front of him as he put his hands against her shoulder blades.
“Yeah, I’m flexible. But Luce?” She leaned over to write down some notes. Levy was right, this was already helpful, she hummed to Natsu as she wrote.
“What exactly are you writing about? Like what’s the scene?” He asked. She explained it to him. “Then I don’t think this is going to work.”
“Why not?” She pouted as she sat back a little.
“They’re supposed to be nervous and new to each other, not total virgins. This isn’t how anybody would sit, especially not with someone who they wanna bang.”
“How would you do it then, smarty pants?” She scoffed, not expecting to be critiqued so quickly.
She was known to be sensitive about her writing, especially when she was stuck in such a bad writer's block. But she also knew that Natsu knew she didn't mean anything by it, and if she got too nasty, he would tell her. It was one of the reasons they were perfect for one another.
Natsu moved so his legs were bent, and she was sitting in the hole that he created. Then he moved his hands so one wrapped around her, and the other was holding the back of her thigh, pulling her as close as her legs would allow. Her legs were bent at his sides; she kept her arms on his shoulders. She had to admit this was much more comfortable, and it was sexier. If she didn’t have a mission right now, she’d probably give in to Natsu.
“Alright, alright, you’re right, this is better. Any other pieces of advice?” She said, pecking his lips, then turning to write down her notes again, scratching out the previous.
Natsu looked pensive for a second before standing up abruptly with her in his arms. She grabbed onto his neck at the sudden movement.
“What’re you doing?” She asked sharply.
“What is every scene going to be in a bed? That’ll be a boring book.” He laughed when she glared at him. “Oh, come on! I’m fired up now, this will be fun!”
She laughed as he set her down on her kitchen counter. She didn’t even get a chance to think about a pose; he had already moved her legs to cross behind his back, and his hands were on her hips.
“You’re surprisingly good at this.” She said, rubbing the back of his head.
“Why is that a surprise? You’ve never complained before.” He leaned forward and kissed her. Her face burned; he wasn’t wrong, but he usually wasn’t the type to brag about something like that.
“You’re so dumb!” She said, laughing when he tickled her sides.
“Ohhh, but you love me!” He smirked again, pulling her closer to the edge so her hips were flush against his.
“I do, but you can’t distract me this early on.” She turned her head to the side, which only made him kiss down her neck. Of course, she turned her head, so he had better access, because why wouldn’t she? “Natsuuuu.”
He hummed in response, not stopping his attack. If she didn’t stop him soon, they really weren’t going to get anywhere. At least not with her references, they would get something done, just not what she needed right now. But boy, was that easier said than done. With the way his hot mouth was against her skin, the feeling of his hands getting tighter against her hips, pulling her into him as if he would die without her. This gave her an idea of her book, which helped her resolve.
“Natsu, you promised.” She whined; he hadn’t, but he probably wouldn’t remember that part.
He stopped at that and rested his forehead against her shoulder and sighed.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Don’t know why you had to wear my shirt for all of this. Doesn’t seem fair.” She smiled. Lucy knew how much he loved it when she wore his stuff, and if she wore this specific shirt to make him more likely to tell her yes, that was no one's business but her own.
They went back to her bed to grab her notes, he let her write some more, then came up with some more positions for them. They did this for about an hour; turns out that Natsu wasn’t half bad at this. His mind was exactly what she needed; she couldn’t believe how many poses he could think up. He messed up by showing her this secret power of his; no way she wasn’t going to use him as much as she could.
She would’ve continued to work, but she thought that she might have enough inspo for a couple of chapters when he flipped her onto her back, with her legs sitting on his back, and caged her in with his arms. He started kissing her neck again as she wrote her notes; he had to be chastised a couple of times for this. After being flush against him for so long in different ways, she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t turned on. She could tell he was. So, she tossed her notes to the side and let him continue this time.
Natsu groaned when she pulled him down with her legs. Smiling when he bit her neck in return.
“What about your little book?” Natsu asked against her skin. She grabbed at his hair and sighed.
“I think I’ve got enough for now. You complainin’?” She pulled his head back from her by his hair; he groaned.
“No! No, not complaining. Definitely not complaining. Just thinking of your book is all. Come on, let go. Let me touch you.” He whined. “Please.”
God, she loved it whenever he got desperate. If they hadn’t been essentially teasing each other for the past hour, she would’ve pushed it. He could overpower her anytime he wanted, but he never did, not unless she asked him to. It was so hot to see his self-restraint and hear how badly he wanted her.
“Aw, such a sweet man.” She let go of his hair, and his mouth crashed onto hers. She tilted her head back, opening her mouth wider for him. He responded in kind, bringing a hand up to hold onto her neck, his thumb resting on her jaw.
She grinded up against him, loving the feeling of the groan she got to swallow up. He responded in kind, pushing down against her harder. His other hand was making its way up her shirt, leaving trails of fire where his fingers were. He continued to push her shirt up, leaning back enough to push it up over her boobs. He broke their kiss to move down to her boobs. She moaned as he licked her nipple.
She arched her back into him, pushing against him again; she could feel how hard he was. He sucked and kissed around on her boobs while moving his hands down to her shorts. His hand went up her pant leg, teasing the hem of her panties, sliding a knuckle over her. She moaned as he added pressure, pushing directly against her.
“Someone’s excited.” She could hear his grin. She reached down and grabbed his bulge, stroking him through his pants.
“I can see that.” She said, smiling when he moaned into her.
She let go of his hair to grab onto the hem of his shirt, tugging it up. She wanted to touch him, too. He begrudgingly let go of her so he could rip off his shirt and throw it away. He lowered himself between her legs before his shirt hit the floor.
Lucy lifted her butt off the bed so he could pull the rest of her clothes off her. He kissed her thighs, biting hard a couple of times before she pulled his hair in warning. Bites hurt if there are too many, she found out. He kissed her thigh again, smiling against her. He kissed up her thighs, getting closer to her core, kissing her directly, making her gasp.
She moved her hands to his shoulders as he started licking her, grabbing her thighs as they closed around his head. He didn’t exactly stop her, just left enough space for him to breathe. She moaned as he picked up speed, then sucked directly on her clit. She dug her nails into his shoulders. He told her a while back that he liked it when she scratched him, some weird shit about claiming him. Not that she could talk, it was just as hot to her as he thought it was.
She moaned his name out, bucking up into his face. This only motivated him more, sucking harder. She could hardly breathe, pleasure taking over every part of her body and brain. Natsu raised a hand, cupping her boob, playing with her nipple. Her body was on fire; she could feel herself getting close. All she could do was moan and hold onto Natsu. Losing it all when he brought his other hand up to rub her clit while keeping a steady pace with his tongue. She was sure that Natsu’s back was covered in blood when she saw stars, coming on his face.
She felt Natsu move up and kiss her neck as she slowed her breathing. She rubbed his back. Trying to soothe the red marks she had left. When her breathing leveled out, she moved to kiss him back.
“Take off your pants.” She said between kisses.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He said, sitting back on his knees to push his pants down. Lucy laughed as he almost fell, bringing up one leg to push them down his calves.
“What was that about someone being excited earlier?” She asked as he finally got his pants off and went back to kissing her. “You act like we never have sex.”
He leaned back to look at her. “Lucy, if you’d let me get away with it, we would never leave this room. I could survive the rest of my life off you.” He leaned back into her to suck a hickey into her neck.
“You’re ridiculous... you’re lucky you’re so hot.” She said, but she was giggling.
“Oh, but don’t you love it?” He smirked, kissing her hard while he grinded into her.
“You-ah! Know I- Ah Natsu!” She moaned through her statement as he lined himself up and thrusted into her.
“What do I know, Luce?” He asked, setting a rhythm. He pushed her shirt back up over her boobs so he could play with her nipple again.
“That I- AH!” She moaned as he slammed into her particularly hard.
“What was that? I didn’t catch that.” He smirked, leaning down to kiss her again.
She glared up at him, “Jackass.” Was all she could moan out.
Natsu laughed before moving his hands to grab her hips. Leaning back onto his knees, he pulled her into him and set a punishing pace, slamming into her hard. She moaned, grabbing the sheets to anchor herself. Natsu’s hands were bruising her hips, not that she cared much. It turned her on even more, actually.
“God, Luce. You're-Fuck.” He moaned.
She tapped his side so he would slow down, sitting up on her elbows.
“Flip over.” She said. He obliged, moving to his back. Letting her move to get on top of him. She positioned herself over him and moaned as she slid over him. His hands went up to her hips, throwing his head back with a groan.
She bunched his shirt in front of her, moving her hips forward. She put her hands on his chest for balance, watching Natsu’s face scrunch up as he moaned. Continuing to grind into him, she raked her fingernails over his chest, moaning his name. He thrusted upwards, bouncing her up.
“You just can’t let anyone else take the lead?” She said, bouncing again on him.
“What can I say, you make me lose control, baby.” He panted out. He moved his hands up to her waist, slamming up into her again. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her. “Want me to stop?”
She shook her head, moaning, eyes rolling. She was trying to drive him crazy, but he ended up getting her. She should’ve known he would; going slow was not his style. And he wasn’t going to start now. He pulled her down every time he pushed up, forcing their bodies to meet with a loud slap. Her legs felt like Jello, and she grabbed Natsu’s arms to keep her balance. She wanted to regret getting on top because of the effort it was to stay straight, but god, it felt so good.
Leaning forward, she grabbed his shoulders. He didn’t slow down, groaning at the new angle. Reaching farther up her shirt to grab her boobs, pulling her shirt up farther so he could sloppily kiss at her chest. She put one of her hands on the back of his neck, her shirt now being held up by nothing but her hand.
She felt herself burning again, getting close. She knew Natsu was too; his thrusts were getting shallow and uneven. He was panting into her chest. She moaned loudly, once again digging into his shoulder with her nails as she came. She felt him stutter into her, moaning loudly. They sat there breathing into one another for a moment. Natsu moved his head back, but was still caught in her shirt, so he pulled back with him.
“As great a prison as this is, it’s getting hard to breathe.” They both laughed as she pulled the shirt up to let him out. She pulled her shirt down, laughing again when he started to pout.
“You’re an addict.”
“And you’re the best kind of drug.” He said, hugging her into him, rubbing his face in her neck.
“You’re so cheesy.” She snorted.
“But you loooooooove me!” He kissed her, wiggling her back and forth so she giggled.
“That I do, now come on, let’s shower.” She pushed him back onto the bed and got up.
“Y’know, I think I like it when you wear nothing but my shirt, it’s like crazy hot.” He said, getting up, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close. She laughed against him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, though then you really wouldn’t be allowed to leave. We’d have to stay in here forever.” He brushed her hair aside so he could kiss her sweaty neck.
“Shower.” She said, waddling him towards the bathroom as best as she could. She could feel the come starting to drip down her legs, and it felt gross.
“In the shower?” He paused when she didn’t reply. She thought about it for a second, felt him already getting hard again behind her.
“I think that will work.”
Natsu scooped her up and dashed for the bathroom, Lucy laughing the whole way.
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A week later, Lucy and Levy decided to meet up at her apartment for their weekly meetup. They sat and gossiped just like usual. Lucy had made some pastries and fresh coffee for them while they talked.
“So, how’s the book coming? Did you convince Natsu to help you out?” Levy asked, taking a bite out of her pastry.
“Um, yeah, actually. I got a lot of notes and good scene ideas. He was weirdly helpful, too; he thought up poses that I never would’ve thought of.” Lucy sipped her coffee. Maybe one day she’d be brash enough to tell Levy the full details, but it was not today.
“That’s good! I guess Gajeel did come up with a good idea. I can’t believe he thought of it, and I didn’t. Usually, I’m the brains, y’know?” Levy's rant cut off as Natsu walked out, with no shirt on. “Oh, hey, Natsu! I didn’t know you were here.”
“Hey, Levy. How’s it goin'? Lucy’s bed is way comfier than mine, plus it has this really cute heater.” Natsu smiled and kissed the top of Lucy’s head.
“You guys are so perfect it’s gross.” Lucy smiled at her friend.
“Well, you decided to date that lughead. You need to find someone like me.” He smiled at her and turned to grab some coffee.
Levy went to say something but stopped, mouth falling open. Lucy looked at her, confused, then followed her eyes to where she was staring. Blushing when she turned and saw Natsu’s back. After a week, it wasn’t pure red or scabbed anymore, but you could still see the red streaks where she scratched him, covering almost his entire back. Levy looked back and forth between the two of them, smiling, growing wider and wider.
“Enjoy your little gossip hour, tell lugnut he sucks for me, Levy.” Natsu nodded at Levy and kissed Lucy on the head again before walking back to Lucy’s bedroom.
“Okay, I’m sure he’ll wanna fight!” Levy watched him go, then snapped her head back to Lucy. “What was that?”
“What was what?” She looked down at the cup, trying to act nonchalant. She knew her blush was giving her away.
“Oh, those aren’t fight marks, Lu. That’s like you guys had the best sex of your lives for a full day!” Levy’s voice couldn’t get any higher if she tried.
“Wait, what do you mean? You don’t scratch up Gajeel?” Lucy asked. Natsu’s back almost always looked like that. When they knew they were going to swim or something, Lucy would be more careful. Natsu told her it didn’t matter, that they should show it off. But Lucy always told him that it was embarrassing; maybe Levy was right about her being a prude.
“Well, I have before, but- wait, is this like an everyday thing?” Levy asked, smile dropping.
They had never talked about Lucy and Natsu’s sex life, so it wasn’t shocking that Levy was pressing for details now that she got a whiff. Lucy knew she wouldn’t get away without giving her a little bit of information.
“It’s not usually quite this bad, but otherwise pretty much, yeah.” Lucy shrugged, trying to will away the embarrassment.
“Jesus Christ! What’s he got a super dick?” Levy laughed, and Lucy turned red again.
“Levy!” She put her face in her hands.
“What happened this time to make it so crazy?” Levy asked.
Lucy smiled sheepishly, “Funny story, turns out posing in a bunch of different suggestive positions for an hour or two is great foreplay.”
Levy stared at her for a second before bursting into laughter.
“Okay, this just feels mean.”
Levy held her hands up and tried to say something, laughed too hard again, and gave up for a second. Lucy’s feelings were starting to hurt.
“I’m not laughing at you, I’m sorry. You just never talk about this stuff, and when you do, I find out you guys are like sex gods or some shit. I guess it makes sense, you two have always been obsessed with each other.” Levy put a hand to her chest and breathed out.
“I think you were right about the prude thing. I don’t know how you guys talk so openly about it.” Lucy sighed; she should’ve known Levy wouldn’t judge her.
“Yeah, but it’s okay. I guess you can thank Gajeel for your wild night.” Levy smirked at her.
“Gross. Levy, don’t make me think of your boyfriend being involved when I have sex with mine.” Levy laughed again.