Lighting Dreams

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*SMUT & LIGHT FLUFF*

Your legs were wrapped around his waist, the F/C silk robe riding up your damp thighs. His sharp teeth dragged against your throat, nibbling at your pulse. He growled low at the moans tumbling from your lips, burning the sweet melodies in his memory. He lifted his head, his grey eyes looking into your lust-filled E/C orbs. He leaned in and captured your lips hungrily, biting your bottom lip when he felt you grind against his tented pants. 

The sexual tension between you and Laxus was definitely there and truthfully had always been there.  You could see it when your eyes met, and in the way your hands brushed when you sat his daily glass of ale on the bar, the static electricity making you retract your hands even from the faintest touch.

He hadn't admitted it to anyone, but he'd craved you from the start; your calm and caring persona soothing to him. He'd fallen in love with your soft demeanor, the way you greeted everyone with your beautiful, heart-stopping smile, and how you introduced yourself to him fearlessly after he returned from exile all those years ago. He was intrigued, and from then on, he watched you, not in the way of a stalker, but the way a man would when he was in love.  

Laxus had imagined being in this exact position, having you pinned against the wall, wanting to hear you say just how much you needed him. You crept into his dreams at night, begging him to touch you here, to fuck you harder, and he was more than happy to oblige. As bad as he needed to feel you, he wanted this moment to last. He wanted to watch you come undone. He longed to hear his name fall from your beautiful lips. 

"Bedroom?" he groaned,  gripping your thighs to stop the grinding against his erection.  You looked up at him, whimpering at the absence of his body. "Str-straight ahead," you replied breathlessly, pointing a finger across the living room toward your open door. Laxus carried you toward the room, a low growl escaping his throat as he tried to ignore the feeling of your hand stroking him through his pants and the nips at his neck. 

He dropped you on the bed, separating long enough to undress.  He slowly untied your robe, raising an eyebrow at you when you blushed, covering up your breasts. He leaned down, slowly removing your hands. "You look beautiful, Y/N," he said while grabbing your chin to look into your eyes.  He slowly took in your small frame, burning your nude body into his memory. He kisses you softly on the lips, whispering just how beautiful you are to him.  He feels your small hands stroke him, and his breath hitches against your lips, his eyes closing, relishing the feeling of your hands wrapped around his hard dick.  

You loved seeing this side of Laxus; it was unexpected and comforting, knowing that he would allow you to see the passion and desire he hid deep inside. You loved the way his lips felt on your body, but most of all, you loved the way he kept his eyes on you as if he was taking mental pictures to store into his memory forever.

He licked down your neck to your hardened nipple, where he latched on hungrily. Laxus heard you gasp above him, your small fingers softly running through his hair. He slid his hand down your stomach, groaning as his fingers slid between your folds.  

"You're so wet," he moaned into your neck, his hand now rubbing your swollen clit. He nipped at your neck, then chin, kissing lightly until he reached your lips, kissing you hungrily as he continued to circle your clit.  Your hands gripped his shoulders, moaning into his mouth as you ground yourself into his hand. 

"L-Laxus...Please.." you begged. His eyes snapped toward you, looking into your lidded eyes. "Please, what baby girl?" he whispered. "Please, keep touching you...please fuck you?" he asked as he slid two fingers deep inside of you. "What do you need from me, baby?" he said, placing open-mouthed kisses down your neck.