Mr. Dragneel (BEING REWRITTEN)

Part 4

WARNING: more NSFW⚠️

Mr. Dragneel left a good twenty minutes ago, yet I'm still sitting on my bed in complete shock. I've never felt anything that amazing in my life, I want more. Not from myself, not from anyone but Natsu. This feeling of pure bliss, it's like I'm walking on water.
I take a deep breath and head towards the bathroom, because clearly I need to clean myself up.
I spend about two hours in the shower, and end up falling asleep once I get back to my bed. I didn't even put on clothes, just a silky robe that was hanging up.
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A couple hours later, I finally wake up. I feel weight on my hips and realize Mr. Dragneel is in the bed with me, spooning me. I roll over and look at him. He's so peaceful, so handsome.
"Uh, M-Mr. Dragneel?" I squeak. He doesn't wake up, he just pulls me even closer. His shirt is off, and I feel his toned chest rub against my bare stomach, as I didn't tie the robe. I honestly don't want to wake him, I just want to know why he's in bed with me...not to complain. His fluffy pink hair is all over his face, floating up and falling down as he breathes. I run my hand through his hair and it wakes him. He stretches and sits up, looking down at me.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to wake you..." he grabs my face and pulls me towards him.
"If I didn't wake up to such a pretty face, I'd be mad," I blush deeply but fall into his embrace. He faintly breathes on my neck, and that hot feeling slowly creeps through me once again. My hormones completely take over me, and I have no control over what I do next. I flip us over so that I'm sitting on top of his dick, looking down at him. He looks at me, confused. Slowly, I lean down towards his ears and trace his chest with my nails.

"Master...you made me feel so good earlier...I want to return the favor," I removed his belt and look at him, wanting to make sure what I'm doing is okay. His hands manage to make their way to my ass, squeezing it. "Mm!" I groan, the thin layer of fabric between my skin and his hands is agonizing. I unzip his pants e and pull them off, leaving him in only his black boxers. There's a obvious bulge, bigger than I expected. I run my hands across the fabric, making him flinch.

"Don't tease me, princess," he groans. I giggle and pull his boxers down, exposing his hard length. I wrap my hand around his base and slowly move up and down. "Gnnh!" He moans, throwing his head back. I bring my lips to his tip and lick it timidly. He tastes salty, and I love it. Without warning him, I take him in all at once, bobbing my head along his hard on.

"Fuck!" He moans, tangling his hands in my hair and pushing me down even further. This entire situation is driving me wild, I can't help but to touch myself. Mr. Dragneel catches my hand before I can do the deed, though.

"N-not yet princess," he tells me. I nod obediently and continue to blow him. My tongue works wonders on him, it's no secret  he's going crazy. Within minutes he's screaming my name and full-on mouth fucking me. Small moans and whimpers escape my mouth, blending with the sound of his moans  and groans. "Shit, Lucy, I'm gonna..." he let's go if my hair, expecting me to back off, but I don't. I hollow my cheeks as I suck and lick his member until he cums into my throat. I swallow his entire load and sit up.

"Did I make up for earlier, Mr. Dragneel?" I grin at the man in front of me. He's sweaty and flushed, one arm resting on his face.
"You're gonna be the death of me, Miss Lucy," he chuckles before getting out of the bed and grabbing his boxers. "Now get cleaned up and come downstairs, it's almost time for you to make dinner,"
"Yes sir," I can't even count how many times a day I have to shower now. It seems like I'm never fully clean.
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After my bath, I head downstairs to make dinner for Natsu. He's nowhere downstairs, but I assume I'm free to the kitchen. He has a tone of fresh fish in his fridge, so I settle on making him sushi.
"Hey, princess," Natsu's intoxicating voice drips into my ear as his hands slip around my waist. I set down my knife and hold his hands.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Dragneel," he chuckles at my formality and turns me around to face him. He begins to kiss and nibble at my neck, but I grab his face and make him look at me.
"Mr. Dragneel, what am I to you? I can't deny that I feel something for you, and I don't want to be some toy..." I look down to hide my embarrassment, fearing his answer.

"You're mine. That's what you are to me. Mine, and no one else's," tears spill out of my eyes, and I can't help the joy I feel. I've never been treated with the kindness he's shown me the few days I've been here, and now I'm his. He wipes my tears off my face and pulls me close.

"I'm taking you to see your friends tomorrow, so head upstairs and get some rest,"