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Natsu doesn’t believe in gods or religion, but he believes in Lucy, and their bed is his ground of holy worship.
Her hands paw at the white sheets, fabric bunching up between her fingers and caressing her skin. The moonlight that creeps in through the blinds frames her face perfectly, and she looks absolutely fucking radiant.
Beneath him, she lays exposed, her face flushed red under his gaze. Her hair lays in tresses on the mattress, sitting in a golden halo, and she looks as though she belongs to the heavens. She does, he thinks, amongst the stars that she loves so dearly, the entire galaxy acting a mere backdrop to her absolute divinity, and her beauty rivalling that of Venus herself. He takes his time soaking in the sight of her, revelling in the way she squirms in impatient anticipation. Of course, it only makes him take his time even more, because even outside of their intimate moments, he loves the way she reacts when he teases her. He flashes her a toothy grin, and she only pouts in response, her lips glossy and kiss-swollen, and the sight of it makes Natsu feel like he’s falling in love with her all over again.
He dips down to her neck, nuzzling into the crook of it, taking in her scent; strawberries and sugar, and something else he can’t quite place because he’s only ever smelt it linger on his Lucy. Moving to her jaw, he begins littering kisses across her skin, and he revels in the sweet sigh she lets out as he drags his lips down her neck.
As his mouth travels across her body, she wraps her arms around his bare form, tracing constellations along the scars that reside on his back—the ones she is intimately familiar with, just like she is with every part of his body. She drags her fingers up his spine, letting them rest at the nape of his neck, gripping at the soft hairs that grow there, because she knows that it drives him crazy. The feeling of her fingers dancing across the sensitive skin on his neck makes his breath hitch. He knows what she’s doing; it’s her quiet command to rush the process, to get to the part that they both know she’s all but begging him for, but for once in his life, he exhibits a moment of self-control because he’s not done memorising every inch of her body.
Every scar, every mark, every perfect imperfection needs to be burned into his brain, lest he ever has to spend a waking moment without her. All of them are marked with a kiss as Natsu makes his way down to her collarbone, dragging his tongue across the skin just below her throat as his hands roam up her torso. Her whole body shivers in anticipation as they find her breasts, palming at the soft flesh, and she cries out in a wanton moan when his thumb flicks over her nipples. In response to her cries, he captures the other in his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue over the erect nub. He detaches himself with a wet pop, and Lucy whines in protest at the loss of contact, only to throw her head back in pleasure when his mouth takes hold of her other nipple. Her back arches in response, and she babbles out an incoherent cry of approval.
He nips and sucks on the skin on the underside of her breast, leaving bites that he knows will bruise later. His tongue trails down her midriff, and the way she wiggles and squirms as he gets closer and closer to where she really needs him to be shows her impatience. But he’s not ready to give in yet; instead, he leaves his mark on the soft, milky skin of her inner thigh, a place that belongs only to him, taking his time with every kiss as he moves up her leg.
From his position between her thighs, he looks up at her, only to be met with her face flushed with both lust and a hint of embarrassment, and she’s absolutely fucking gorgeous. His eyes never leave hers as he wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling himself in closer. She’s already so wet, and her hips are bucking towards his mouth in absolute desperation because she needs him, and finally, he is happy to oblige. He drags his tongue over her clit licking and nipping at the sensitive bud, relishing in the gasps and moans that he elicits with every flick of his tongue. Her smell, her taste, her everything, is fucking intoxicating, and Natsu simply cannot get enough of her.
Her entire body trembles in absolute pleasure as he continues his assault, every touch and movement overstimulating her in the best way. Claws dig into his scalp as she grips onto his pink locks, not that he minds, the pain anchors him in the moment, lets him know that what he’s doing makes her feel good. Its moments like these that bring something, almost primal, out of her; no longer the refined and put-together Lucy Heartfilia, no, this Lucy was raw and sensual, a side that only he had the privilege of seeing.
With one hand still gripping onto her thigh, Natsu moves the other to her entrance slipping two fingers between her wet folds. The feeling of his calloused fingers curling deep inside her is enough to send her over the edge, and she cries out in pleasure, singing a hymn that he knows he will never tire of. Her thighs squeeze around his head, and her hands fall to her sides, gripping the sheets as she rides out her orgasm.
He wants this. He wants her, every day, for the rest of their lives. In her, he has found his heaven.
She gazes down at him with that look that sets his heart ablaze with a fire that can only be quelled when he feels her lips against his. So he leans down and kisses her with a heated fervour, and in the taste of her lips he finds everything he could ever need. Nothing else mattered. In this moment, and every one after it there was only them, intertwined, entangled in their union of love. Lucy’s hands are tangled in his hair, keeping him pulled into their kiss, full of passion and fervour, and her leg wraps around his, pulling him close enough that she can feel his hardened length press against her abdomen. She feels the precum dripping from his head, and she can tell he wants this almost as much as she does. Their kiss is only broken when Lucy pushes him away in a desperate gasp for air. When he looks down at her, her eyes are hazed over with lust and desire because she needs him. She needs him inside of her, needs to feel the hot sting of the way he stretches her out, needs him like she needs air to breathe. Natsu quickly takes the hint, lining himself up with her slick entrance and pushing himself fully inside of her. What began as slow, steady movements quickly become jagged thrusts that are nothing short of feral as he sheathes himself fully inside of her, hitting that spot he knows makes her feel good, before pulling himself out and roughly thrusting back in.
Her nails drag down his back, gripping onto him for dear life as he fucks her, his balls loudly slapping against her ass with each thrust. He’s so deep inside of her that she isn’t sure where his body ends and hers starts. It does her little good to think much of it because, in the midst of their sacred ritual, they are one.
He’s not good with words, so moments like this are where he gets to show her just how much he loves her by bathing her in pure fucking ecstasy.
She can feel his warm breath on her face between grunts and moans, and with their close proximity, she pulls herself up to press a chaste kiss to his lips. It serves to get him even more riled up, becoming even more frantic in his thrusting and compelling him to capture her lips again in a hungry, desperate kiss, because god, he worships her like it’s the end of the earth, like she’s the only thing keeping him alive, like she is the very air that he breathes.
Holding himself above her with one hand, he brings the other to tease her clit, still slick and sensitive from before. His thumb ghosts over it, and she shudders with anticipation before he presses down, rubbing circles into the bud that sends her over the edge.
"aaahhh~ Naaaatsuu," she cries out, eyes clenched shut and mouth hanging open as her entire body spasms at the stimulation, "Naatsuu~! Ah- Natsu!" She repeats his name like it’s a reverent prayer, and it’s like music to his ears.
He can feel her second release coming when she clenches around his cock and digs her nails deep into his skin. The feeling of her tight walls clenching down on him and the sound of her unrestrained screams of absolute pleasure sends him to his peak, his erection twitching and pulsing as he reached his climax, cumming deep inside of her.
The stench of sex lingers in the air as he hovers above her, admiring her in her spent state. Her bangs are damp with sweat, sticking to her forehead, and her breasts heave with every gasp for air in her desperate attempt to catch her breath, and in his eyes, she has never looked so beautiful.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asks, covering herself with her arms in embarrassment, as though he had not been the reason for her undoing just moments ago, "do I have something on my face?"
"Nah, it’s nothin’," he smirked, "you just look real pretty, Lucy."
The compliment only flusters her more, and she responds by hitting his shoulder with a weak smack. With a short laugh, Natsu flops down on the mattress beside her before pulling her to lay on top of him, earning a surprised squeak as she buries her head into his shoulder.
She is everything.
Everything .