Wizard's love (Fairy Tail Boyfriend Scenarios)

First Time (Natsu)

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Okay, this is going to be interesting^^

"(Y/N) did you see my scarf...." Natsu's voice, that suddenly called out to you, gets quieter to the end. You turn around and stare at him out of big surprised eyes. He's just a few feet behind you and his onyx eyes stare at the scene before him. There's his mate, wearing a short top and shorts, sitting in front of the fireplace. The mark on her shoulder visible, his beloved scarf right above it.

"Hey Natsu", you smile and try to look like its the most common thing in the world to wear his scarf.

"You look so beautiful with the mark and my scarf", he whispers and his eyes start glowing as you touch the mark with your hand. Then you stand and turn around. Just seconds later Natsu is right there, kissing you with more passion than he had ever done before. Your breathing is heavy as your lips finally part.

"You have no idea what you are doing to me (Y/N)" Natsu whipsers against your lips and kisses you again. His hands are playing with the ends of his scarf and your top while yours knot themselves in his salmon coloured hair.

"The scarf suits you", he mumbles between two kisses earning a little laugh from you.

"You want it back?" you ask playing with the ends of said scarf. He shakes his head.

"Maybe later", his voice is a tint darker than usual and the fire is gleaming inside his eyes again. Smiling you put your hands back around his neck and kiss him again. A sudden thought dares you to slightly pull the short hairs on the back of his head and the fire dragon moans into the kiss allowing the both of you to deepen it. Tongues dance with each other, play, fight and explore their new territories. As you finally run out of air both of your faces are flushed and your breathing is quick and shallow. The heat inside you can't just be the one emitting from your dragon anymore but he looks nervous.

"You alright?" you ask tilting your head a bit. He nods hesitantly.

"I've never felt like that before" he murmurs and you take a closer look at your dragon. His face is flushed, his breathing quick, his pupils are dilated and he is shaking slightly as if trying to suppress something. His hands cling to your waist as if he is afraid to fall if he lets go.

"How?", you whisper.

"Hot and cold, I wanna do something, but I'm afraid to move", he replies and you notice that he tries to suppress the shaking, unsuccessfully. It takes a few seconds til your brain catches on to where your dragon is heading. He's aroused and uses all his power to keep the demon at bay as he doesn't want to hurt you.

Natsu feels hot but the sweat on his forehead is cold. His eyes look everywhere but down at you as he has a perfect view of your cleavage and that's not helping the feeling in his tummy in the slightest. Inside him it's raging, screaming but he holds him back, question is how long he can keep doing that, so open, so innocent as you are to him right now. How long he even wants to hold back.

You're not afraid of the demon, nor the glow in his eyes, as you understand what he wants, you get warm too. The idea alone sends shivers down to places you've only ever read about til now. You've never done this before, but you want to, with him.

Smiling you loosen yourself from the embrace. He just needs a little nudge in the right direction, like he often does. He stands completely still never letting you out of sight. You're not going far. Not far from the fireplace there is a couch and there you place his beloved scarf down and turn around again. With this motion your top, that was to big on you anyway, slides down one of your shoulders completely. Before you can pull the shirt back up Natsu is there. His gaze is glued to your exposed skin. His hand grasps the shirt and pulls it even further down, as far as the fabric can go. But that's not enough for him, you can hear him growl lowly in his throat. You don't stop him, his gaze, his actions, even the growling only makes the shivers worse and you want them too. His other hand goes to your other shoulder, holding the shirt there but as he pulls the other half down further, the fabric rips apart with a loud noise and the shirt falls to the floor, useless, ruined, forgotten. Natsu lets go of you as sudden as he was in front of you.