I've given up on writing anything that isn't porn for the near future
Title: A Public Affair
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Gray/Lucy (and a mention of Gray/Kana that you can do whatever you want with)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,437
Summary: Gray is perhaps too adventurous, and also a bad influence. Lucy bravely deigns to go with the flow.
A/N: Written for the prompt "sex against the wall in the guild away from where the others are" on the
fairy_flash request post. Contains semi-public sex and dirty talk that hopefully isn't awful.
Lucy flushes red when Gray takes her hand, not because of any shy, schoolgirl sensitivity, but because when he reaches out for her he’s walking and he never pauses as he tugs her along, and she knows where he’s taking her and why.
She wouldn’t mind, but she’d been mid-conversation with Levi, who, by the giggling, knows too.
“Gray,” Lucy hisses, but he makes a preemptive shushing noise, finger to his lips, and pulls her behind a half-wall partitioning the main hall from the short corridor that leads down to the beer cellar. She expects for him to keep walking, but he stops here, pressing her against the wall with his body and tilting her chin up for a kiss that begins unhesitatingly open-mouthed and deep. Now Lucy’s blush may have a tinge of shy schoolgirl to it, but they’ve really only been doing this for about a month and she hasn’t had that much time to take it all in yet.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to mouth at the junction of her neck and jaw while sliding her skirt up her hips. Lucy grabs his wrists. “Gray, no,” she says, voice a little shaky for more reasons than one. “Not here. We’re practically in public! I can hear people!” Her attempt to nod in the direction of the main hall is met with a gentle nip to her throat. “The - the cellar is right over there, we can--”
“No,” Gray says, not forceful. He looks up to meet her eyes. “Here. I like it, the almost-public thing.” He sounds and looks a little embarrassed, but Gray has developed methods of functioning normally under the weight of mortification that would crush lesser men. “Please? We can make it quick.”
Lucy glares, all sternness and desperate hope that it isn’t just turning him on more. “Gray. What if we get caught?”
“We’ll live and so will they,” Gray says reasonably. Lucy has to admit that each and every one of their nakama has seen worse, but she doesn’t have to do it out loud. “Come on. Kana would let me.”
Lucy frowns and smacks him in the chest. Gray laughs and leans in to messily kiss her neck, and Lucy isn’t going to be considered any more of a stick-in-the-mud today than she already is, especially because if she doesn’t give in Gray will actually tell Kana what he just said to her and then Lucy will have to die. She makes a point of sighing in the most put-upon fashion she can muster before letting the hand on his bare chest trail down his belt buckle. “Fine…”
“Thank you,” Gray sighs in return, and she knows he’s making a point of forcing as much eye-roll into the phrase as possible, so she smacks him again and pulls him closer by his belt for a kiss.
Gray wastes no time in getting his belt undone and pants dropped - he never does - but he always seems to have inordinate amounts of trouble with other people’s clothes. Lucy smacks his hands away and pulls her panties off before he can rip them, but she wraps her arms obligingly around his neck as he lifts her up against the wall. It’s easier to kiss at this height, Lucy notes - they’ve only done it this way once before and she spent most of it biting down on his shoulder - and kissing helps to muffle the sound of her squeak when the head of Gray’s cock rubs against her entrance.
She’s already wet for him and she flushes again at the realization of just how much he can turn her on in so little time, but she supposes she’s a teenager and it’s only natural, especially when, god, she knows what it feels like when he pushes in and the low sound he makes against her lips, the feel of firm muscle flexing under her fingers and the way her whole body rocks with it when he gives that first thrust. No, it’s really not that surprising at all. Lucy moans, trying to keep silent because she can hear, very clearly, laughter and loud conversation less than fifty feet away. She’s startled to find that the sudden return of that knowledge makes her hotter, clenching reflexively around Gray’s cock. He grunts and thrusts a little harder.
The next minute or so is all kissing and heat and movement and Lucy wrapped tight around Gray in every way. He finally tears away for breath and mouths a line of kisses across Lucy’s jaw to nibble on her ear, and Lucy considers reclaiming his lips just to help keep the desperate noises in her throat from getting out. “If you don’t want me taking your underwear off for you,” Gray says into her ear, low and hoarse, “you could just stop wearing any.”
Lucy shivers at his words and the tone of his voice and the way he’s grinding against her and into her just perfect. “N-Not with how short my skirts are,” she manages.
“You don’t want everyone to see?” He manages a shaky laugh. “I do. I could - I’d just bend you over a table in front of everyone and fuck you and make you say my name--”
Lucy laughs at him, incredulous and giddy. “You really are an exhibitionist.”
Gray isn’t finished, though, and he’s not going to give in. He shoves in hard enough to make Lucy gasp and squeeze his hips hard with her thighs and Gray moans, but keeps talking. “I would, I’d - maybe I’d set you up on a barstool and spread your legs in front of the whole main hall, and,” he grunts and pauses to suck briefly on the edge of her throat like he needs it to breathe, “and I’d eat you out while everybody watched, would you like that?”
Breathless, Lucy says “Yes, yes,” but she isn’t sure if she’s responding to his words or his actions.
Gray swallows, loud next to Lucy’s ear. “Or in the pool, you could just sit in my lap and maybe at first nobody’d even notice, but, ah, but they’d find out because you can’t keep quiet when I hit that spot--”
He’s right, she can’t, and she lets out a desperate sound now, too loud, and shocks herself by half-wishing someone will hear and know what they’re doing. Gray moans again and buries his face against her neck, hands clenching hard on the backs of her thighs and pulling her to him. “Talk to me, Lucy,” be begs, and she knows it’s because he can’t anymore, not while making any sense at all.
Lucy’s hands scrabble at Gray’s shoulders and she wants him to kiss her again, because he’s so good at it and she never would have expected that. “Outside, in the, um, the courtyard,” she begins, her clumsiness only half arousal; she’s no good at this, and it’s still mortifying, but she’s had a little practice now and it’s easier when she has too many other sensations stealing her focus. “You could - would you f-fuck me in the courtyard?”
A muffled moan, and Gray nods against her shoulder. He’s close; his rhythm is falling apart. Gray doesn’t seem to mind that she’s no good at it, regardless of how much he mocks her lack of creativity in spite of all the writing she does. Lucy licks her lips and tries to muffle a squeak. “I’d, I’d push you on the ground and ride you and everyone would get to see you come--”
But not everyone does; only Lucy, as he bites down on her shoulder and groans and spills into her, movements going erratic before he stills and draws a shaky breath. Lucy doesn’t want to let go, but he’s having enough trouble supporting his own weight so she helps him put her down and pulls him back in for another kiss.
He bites at her lips as he reaches down to touch her, and god but he’s good at this too. “I want everyone to watch you come, Lucy,” he says against her mouth, pushing his fingers inside to feel her tighten around them. “Everybody should see how damn good it looks.”
Lucy comes with a gasping sob that would embarrass her if Gray didn’t make such a satisfied little hum whenever he heard it.
There’s a moment of wordless recovery and Gray making a pattern of kisses on her shoulder before Lucy takes a steadying breath and says, “Okay, now put your pants back on before someone actually finds us.”
Gray laughs.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: Gray/Lucy (and a mention of Gray/Kana that you can do whatever you want with)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,437
Summary: Gray is perhaps too adventurous, and also a bad influence. Lucy bravely deigns to go with the flow.
A/N: Written for the prompt "sex against the wall in the guild away from where the others are" on the
fairy_flash request post. Contains semi-public sex and dirty talk that hopefully isn't awful.Lucy flushes red when Gray takes her hand, not because of any shy, schoolgirl sensitivity, but because when he reaches out for her he’s walking and he never pauses as he tugs her along, and she knows where he’s taking her and why.
She wouldn’t mind, but she’d been mid-conversation with Levi, who, by the giggling, knows too.
“Gray,” Lucy hisses, but he makes a preemptive shushing noise, finger to his lips, and pulls her behind a half-wall partitioning the main hall from the short corridor that leads down to the beer cellar. She expects for him to keep walking, but he stops here, pressing her against the wall with his body and tilting her chin up for a kiss that begins unhesitatingly open-mouthed and deep. Now Lucy’s blush may have a tinge of shy schoolgirl to it, but they’ve really only been doing this for about a month and she hasn’t had that much time to take it all in yet.
When he breaks the kiss, it’s only to mouth at the junction of her neck and jaw while sliding her skirt up her hips. Lucy grabs his wrists. “Gray, no,” she says, voice a little shaky for more reasons than one. “Not here. We’re practically in public! I can hear people!” Her attempt to nod in the direction of the main hall is met with a gentle nip to her throat. “The - the cellar is right over there, we can--”
“No,” Gray says, not forceful. He looks up to meet her eyes. “Here. I like it, the almost-public thing.” He sounds and looks a little embarrassed, but Gray has developed methods of functioning normally under the weight of mortification that would crush lesser men. “Please? We can make it quick.”
Lucy glares, all sternness and desperate hope that it isn’t just turning him on more. “Gray. What if we get caught?”
“We’ll live and so will they,” Gray says reasonably. Lucy has to admit that each and every one of their nakama has seen worse, but she doesn’t have to do it out loud. “Come on. Kana would let me.”
Lucy frowns and smacks him in the chest. Gray laughs and leans in to messily kiss her neck, and Lucy isn’t going to be considered any more of a stick-in-the-mud today than she already is, especially because if she doesn’t give in Gray will actually tell Kana what he just said to her and then Lucy will have to die. She makes a point of sighing in the most put-upon fashion she can muster before letting the hand on his bare chest trail down his belt buckle. “Fine…”
“Thank you,” Gray sighs in return, and she knows he’s making a point of forcing as much eye-roll into the phrase as possible, so she smacks him again and pulls him closer by his belt for a kiss.
Gray wastes no time in getting his belt undone and pants dropped - he never does - but he always seems to have inordinate amounts of trouble with other people’s clothes. Lucy smacks his hands away and pulls her panties off before he can rip them, but she wraps her arms obligingly around his neck as he lifts her up against the wall. It’s easier to kiss at this height, Lucy notes - they’ve only done it this way once before and she spent most of it biting down on his shoulder - and kissing helps to muffle the sound of her squeak when the head of Gray’s cock rubs against her entrance.
She’s already wet for him and she flushes again at the realization of just how much he can turn her on in so little time, but she supposes she’s a teenager and it’s only natural, especially when, god, she knows what it feels like when he pushes in and the low sound he makes against her lips, the feel of firm muscle flexing under her fingers and the way her whole body rocks with it when he gives that first thrust. No, it’s really not that surprising at all. Lucy moans, trying to keep silent because she can hear, very clearly, laughter and loud conversation less than fifty feet away. She’s startled to find that the sudden return of that knowledge makes her hotter, clenching reflexively around Gray’s cock. He grunts and thrusts a little harder.
The next minute or so is all kissing and heat and movement and Lucy wrapped tight around Gray in every way. He finally tears away for breath and mouths a line of kisses across Lucy’s jaw to nibble on her ear, and Lucy considers reclaiming his lips just to help keep the desperate noises in her throat from getting out. “If you don’t want me taking your underwear off for you,” Gray says into her ear, low and hoarse, “you could just stop wearing any.”
Lucy shivers at his words and the tone of his voice and the way he’s grinding against her and into her just perfect. “N-Not with how short my skirts are,” she manages.
“You don’t want everyone to see?” He manages a shaky laugh. “I do. I could - I’d just bend you over a table in front of everyone and fuck you and make you say my name--”
Lucy laughs at him, incredulous and giddy. “You really are an exhibitionist.”
Gray isn’t finished, though, and he’s not going to give in. He shoves in hard enough to make Lucy gasp and squeeze his hips hard with her thighs and Gray moans, but keeps talking. “I would, I’d - maybe I’d set you up on a barstool and spread your legs in front of the whole main hall, and,” he grunts and pauses to suck briefly on the edge of her throat like he needs it to breathe, “and I’d eat you out while everybody watched, would you like that?”
Breathless, Lucy says “Yes, yes,” but she isn’t sure if she’s responding to his words or his actions.
Gray swallows, loud next to Lucy’s ear. “Or in the pool, you could just sit in my lap and maybe at first nobody’d even notice, but, ah, but they’d find out because you can’t keep quiet when I hit that spot--”
He’s right, she can’t, and she lets out a desperate sound now, too loud, and shocks herself by half-wishing someone will hear and know what they’re doing. Gray moans again and buries his face against her neck, hands clenching hard on the backs of her thighs and pulling her to him. “Talk to me, Lucy,” be begs, and she knows it’s because he can’t anymore, not while making any sense at all.
Lucy’s hands scrabble at Gray’s shoulders and she wants him to kiss her again, because he’s so good at it and she never would have expected that. “Outside, in the, um, the courtyard,” she begins, her clumsiness only half arousal; she’s no good at this, and it’s still mortifying, but she’s had a little practice now and it’s easier when she has too many other sensations stealing her focus. “You could - would you f-fuck me in the courtyard?”
A muffled moan, and Gray nods against her shoulder. He’s close; his rhythm is falling apart. Gray doesn’t seem to mind that she’s no good at it, regardless of how much he mocks her lack of creativity in spite of all the writing she does. Lucy licks her lips and tries to muffle a squeak. “I’d, I’d push you on the ground and ride you and everyone would get to see you come--”
But not everyone does; only Lucy, as he bites down on her shoulder and groans and spills into her, movements going erratic before he stills and draws a shaky breath. Lucy doesn’t want to let go, but he’s having enough trouble supporting his own weight so she helps him put her down and pulls him back in for another kiss.
He bites at her lips as he reaches down to touch her, and god but he’s good at this too. “I want everyone to watch you come, Lucy,” he says against her mouth, pushing his fingers inside to feel her tighten around them. “Everybody should see how damn good it looks.”
Lucy comes with a gasping sob that would embarrass her if Gray didn’t make such a satisfied little hum whenever he heard it.
There’s a moment of wordless recovery and Gray making a pattern of kisses on her shoulder before Lucy takes a steadying breath and says, “Okay, now put your pants back on before someone actually finds us.”
Gray laughs.