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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fairy_Tail
  Relationship:
      Levy_McGarden/Gajeel_Redfox
  Character:
      Levy_McGarden, Gajeel_Redfox
  Additional Tags:
      PWP, talk_about:, Consent, Past_Lovers, Contraception, Bisexuality
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-03-27 Words: 6024
****** kiss me before they turn the lights out ******
by silv3rbloodalch3mist
Summary
     They shouldn’t be doing this here. The guild hall may be empty, but
     the door is unlocked and literally anyone could walk in at any
     moment. They should just take a step back, thank each other for the
     lovely - if not totally unexpected - kiss, and head home for the
     night.
Notes
     Okay, so obviously this had to be written after that steamy kiss in
     the extra chapter that came out last week. A few quick notes before
     we start! This is at least a year and a half after the Phantom Lord
     incident (thank god for canon timelines!), so Levy is 18 and Gajeel
     is 21 in this fic. To the best of my knowledge, the age of consent in
     Fiore is 16 (I mean, Cana's been drinking since 14, so it's not a
     stretch). With that, I say enjoy!
     (EDITED ON 6/5/2014)
See the end of the work for more notes
They shouldn’t be doing this here. The guild hall may be empty, but the door is
unlocked and literally anyone could walk in at any moment. They should just
take a step back, thank each other for the lovely - if not totally unexpected -
kiss, and head home for the night.
They shouldn’t be doing this.
But instead Levy just readjusted her position, straddling his hips and moaning
into the kiss as his groin pressed against hers.
She genuinely had no idea how they had gotten here, making out in the back
corner of the guild hall at nearly 3 o’clock in the morning like the world was
ending. She had been rambling to Gajeel about the text she was translating, and
the next time she looked at him, he was staring at her with a heat in his eyes
that made her stomach twist and her thighs tremble. He had pressed his hand
carefully (so so carefully, like he would scare her away if he pressed too
hard) to the bare skin of her back, and she couldn’t stop the gasp from
escaping her lungs.
Then he was kissing her and she was clinging to him like he was all that was
anchoring her to the ground.
“We should stop,” Levy murmured against his lips, running her fingers through
his hair as she pressed herself against his torso.
“We should,” Gajeel agreed, lips quirking up in a smirk as he kissed her.
“I mean, the door’s right there,” she mumbled as she kissed the corner of his
mouth, making her way to his jaw.
“And anyone could walk in,” he said, his fingers tightening around her hips as
she sucked on his jaw, his back arching slightly.
“Exactly,” Levy said, and her forehead was pressed against his, staring
straight into the heated red eyes that had started this. Gajeel smirked at her,
and her heart thudded loudly.
“Wanna go to one of the spare rooms?”
“God please yes.”
His hands squeezed her ass and she squeaked, her cheeks flaming a bright red.
Gajeel laughed at her, a deep, throaty sound instead of his normal “Gihi”, and
stood up, supporting her bottom. Her legs automatically went around his hips
and he exhaled sharply through his nose. “Fuck, Levy,” he groaned, and the
sound of her name on his tongue made her shiver.
“Room. Now,” she ordered, and Gajeel immediately obeyed, heading past the stage
to the hallways that led to the tons of extra rooms Makarov had added during
the renovation.
Levy highly doubted that late night - early morning? - hook ups were the
intended use, but as Gajeel pressed kisses up and down the column of her throat
as he walked, she found she really didn’t care.
Gajeel shifted her weight to one hand as he tried to open one of the doors, and
after a few seconds, growled against her neck. “The stupid door won’t- son of
a-” He smacked the door with a heavy palm, and Levy snorted, pressing her face
into his hair as she laughed. He grinned against her neck, and Levy tapped his
chest until he let her go, dropping down to the ground with a grin and turning
to open the door.
Gajeel was pressed to her back before she could turn the knob, his fingers
pressed against the dips in her hipbones and lips on her neck. “Gajeel,” Levy
whined, grinning. “Let me open the door!”
“Gimme a second,” Gajeel rumbled against her skin, and Levy had to press her
forehead against the wood of the door, biting her lower lip as his hips pressed
against her ass. She could feel his cock hardening and she arched her hips back
against his, making him bite down on her neck with a surprised grunt.
“Door,” Levy whined.
“Gimme a sec.”
His hands ran up her hips, following the curve of her to her waist then
continuing up, and Levy’s hands slammed against the door with a bang as his
fingertips ghosted the underside of her breasts. She moaned low in her throat,
and she could feel Gajeel smirking against her shoulder.
Jerk.
“Now you can open the door,” Gajeel murmured against the shell of her ear,
taking a small step back so Levy could move.
“Tease,” she accused, pushing the door open.
“Says the woman who wears a dress that barely comes past her ass on a daily
basis.”
She grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him into the room with a roll of
her eyes. “It’s comfortable,” Levy told him as she walked him back to the bed
that was pushed into the corner of the room, her hands still fisted in his
shirt.
“It’s distractin’,” he said, kicking the door shut behind him before rushing
forward, scooping her up in his arms and falling onto the bed, twisting so he
cushioned her fall. Levy squeaked again, laughing into his chest when they
landed.
“You’re a goob,” she informed him as she readjusted her position, straddling
his hips again and leaning up to kiss him some more.
“Only for you,” he murmured against her lips, and her heart gave another thud.
They kissed for several minutes, their hands exploring each other’s bodies as
their teeth clacked together (Levy moaned every time Gajeel ran his fingertips
up the back of her legs, and the sound that Gajeel made when Levy dug her
thumbs into his hipbones would haunt her wet dreams in the best way).
Levy sucked his lower lip between her teeth, and his hands were on her ass and
his hips were pressed into hers and he moaned. She gasped, her fingers digging
into the sheets as her back bowed, her hips grinding down onto his.
Suddenly, everything was more intense. Levy couldn’t stop moving her hips, her
dress hitching up around her thighs as Gajeel fisted his hands in the fabric
around her waist. His tongue slipped between her lips, pressing against the
roof of her mouth as his hand slid under her dress. His nails dug lightly into
the dip of her lower spine and her breath caught in her throat, coming out as a
high-pitched hiss.
“Gajeel,” she exhaled, peeling her eyes open - when had she closed them? - and
met the Dragon Slayer’s eyes, breathing heavily. Not breaking eye contact, he
moved his hands up to her jaw, cradling her face between his large palms. She
leaned into his touch, smiling warmly at him, and he grinned back. Gajeel’s
smiles always made her heart jump into overdrive, and she had to take a moment
to catch her breath.
“Are we doing this?” he asked, and Levy knew that in that moment, she could
have stood up and walked home, and Gajeel would not have held it against her.
He was giving her an out, and she loved him a little more for it.
“Do you wanna do this?” she asked in return, and Gajeel quirked an eyebrow at
her.
“I’ve been wanting this since Tenrou,” he told her, and Levy grinned. She
leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.
“Took you a while to catch up then, didn’t it?” she said, and he beamed.
God damn, and people said her smile could stop traffic.
His fingers pushed through her hair, tossing her headband to the floor as he
kissed her again, not wasting any time in pushing his tongue into her mouth,
and she moaned. She fumbled with her arm sleeves, trying to push them off while
she was squashed against Gajeel’s chest. After a moment, she pulled back with a
gasp, sitting up on his hips. He groaned, his hands dropping to her thighs as
he watched her with hooded eyes.
She pulled her sleeves off quickly, dropping them next to her headband and
pushing her fingers through her bangs, pushing them back so she could actually
see Gajeel. His breathing got heavier, his grip on her thighs tightening ever
so slightly as he watched her. Levy thought for a second, before smirking at
him and reaching behind her, tugging the bow of her halter tie until the knot
came loose, the two strands falling in front of her breasts.
“Who’s the tease, again?” Gajeel asked, rubbing circles into her thighs with
his thumbs. Levy just grinned, raising her arms above her head in a silent
invitation. Gajeel didn’t hesitate to grab the hem of her dress, sitting up as
he pulled it up and over her head. Levy hissed quietly as the cold air hit her
nipples, and Gajeel watched curiously as they hardened into peaks.
“You always go braless?” he asked distractedly as he tossed her dress aside,
bringing his hands to her waist as she dropped her arms to wrap around his
neck. His hands were large and warm on her skin, and she almost purred.
“Don’t really need one,” she said with a shrug, running her fingers through his
hair. The normally pushed back strands had started to fall in front of his
face, and she busied herself with pushing them back into place.
A rough thumb running over her nipple stopped all of that, however. She gasped
shakily, her fists tightening in his hair, and he smirked. He repeated the
motion a few more times, plucking at the bud before he pulled her up onto her
knees with the hand that was still on her back. Her body was pressed against
his, and she hissed when the cold metal accents of his shirt pressed against
her hot skin.
“Stop me if I do something ya don’t like,” Gajeel said, his lips brushing
against her collarbone, and Levy looked down in time to see him lean down and
run the flat of his tongue over her nipple.
In the moment, Levy was very glad that they were the only two in the guild,
because she threw her head back and yelled loud enough to at least be heard
backstage.
Gajeel immediately pulled back with wide eyes, his hands still supporting his
back. “A simple ‘stop’ would have worked!” he said, his voice cracking
nervously. Levy looked down at him with wide eyes, and after a moment
realization clicked.
“That wasn’t an ‘I’m in pain’ yell,” she said, rolling her eyes with a fond
smile. “That was an ‘Oh my god do that again’ yell.”
“That’s a thing?”
“Yes, you dork!”
This time he licked at her breast just to shut her up, closing his lips around
her nipple and sucking. Levy dug her nails into his shoulders, pressing her
face into his hair as she sighed and moaned loudly. When he tugged gently with
his teeth, she yelled again, and he tensed for a moment before Levy pressed a
kiss to his temple, trembling slightly from the pleasure overload.
Gajeel took several minutes to map out her torso with his mouth and hands,
kissing his way across her shoulders and chest. His large hands supported her
when he leaned her back so he could reach the top of her stomach and her hips.
Levy was fairly certain that she’d have several hickies in the morning - well,
later in the morning - and barring the one on her neck, Gajeel had been kind
enough to put them in places where she could hide them with just a t-shirt and
a sweater; which was a good thing, because it was starting to get cold anyways,
and her dress wouldn’t cut it.
She was positively dripping, and every muscle in her body was taut with pent up
arousal. Gajeel pulled her back up with a smug grin, and she didn’t hesitate to
kiss him deeply, her breasts pressing flat against his chest. They felt heavy
and achy in the best way, and Levy wanted to thank him with her tongue.
She tugged impatiently on his shirt, and Gajeel pulled it off immediately,
carelessly throwing it to the side as Levy pressed her skin to his. He sighed
in what sounded like relief, and Levy grinned as she pressed a kiss to a spot
just under his jaw.
His hands were back to her hips as she kissed her way up and down his neck,
occasionally nipping at the tan skin. Every time she did, he moaned in the back
of his throat, pressing his face into her shoulder. She smiled against his
skin, and tried to subtly resettle herself between his legs.
“What’re ya doin’, Levy?” he rumbled into her neck, and Levy shivered again.
She would never get used to him saying her name, and it sent heat between her
thighs.
Levy simply smirked in response, running her hands up his sides like her had
done to her earlier. He shivered, his grip on her hips tightening, and Levy
felt absurdly proud that she could make a man who claimed to be made of metal
shiver and react in a way that was viscerally human. She ran her hands up to
his shoulders and back down his chest, being sure to tweak his nipples on the
way down - he actually jumped, and Levy had to muffle her cackle in his hair.
Levy followed the dark trail of hair down from his belly button to the
waistband of his pants, and after tugging gently on the heavy fabric, she
reached down and cupped his cock in her palm.
His hips thrusted into her hand, and it was only his fast reflexes that kept
him from falling onto his back on the bed. “Oh fuck,” he growled, his eyebrows
tilting up in desperation, and Levy knew in that moment that she was hooked on
him. She wanted to make him look that desperate with just a touch, wanted to
watch his face when she gave him release. Pressing her lips to his roughly, she
rubbed the heel of her hand against his crotch with varying pressures, stopping
when he moaned loudly.
“Help me get these off,” she whispered against the shell of his ear, and Gajeel
immediately started fumbling with his pants button, his larger fingers managing
to work the closure easier than Levy’s own thin digits.
She had to climb off him in order for Gajeel to lift his hips and push the
heavy canvas fabric over his hips, being very careful when pulling it over his
crotch. She could see the length of him, hard and throbbing, through the black
fabric of his boxer briefs, and she licked her lips. The tips of his ears had
turned a very distinct shade of red, and Levy simply grinned at him, pulling
his boots off one by one before grabbing the waistband of his pants and yanking
those off as well.
When she turned back to look at him, he was palming himself through his
underwear, and she throbbed. It shouldn’t be legal for a guy to look that good
while touching themselves, but Gajeel had never been good at following rules.
Levy climbed back onto the bed, pushing his legs apart as she worked her way
up. A gentle nudge on his inner leg was all she needed to do before he was
spreading his legs out, giving her ample room to settle herself. She rubbed his
inner thighs, grinning as his head fell back with a groan. His head snapped
back immediately, however, when Levy pressed her lips to his upper thigh in a
soft kiss.
“Levy?” he asked, and his voice had gone up an octave. Levy grinned against his
skin, peering at him through her own messy strands of hair. She slowly kissed
him again and again, making her way slowly up to his cock, and he watched her
in anticipation, his hands fisting in the sheets. Levy pressed a kiss to the
skin just below the hem of his boxer briefs, before jumping up to his
waistband, mouthing at his hipbone, and he growled.
Her fingers curled in the hem of his underwear, tugging gently, and Gajeel
raised his hips slightly so she could pull them down just far enough to get to
his cock. He groaned lowly, and Levy grinned predatorily. She had only had sex
with two other people before, one a man and one a woman, so she didn’t have
much to compare Gajeel to. But in her obviously unbiased opinion - cough cough
- he looked perfect.
And then she remembered how tiny she was, and was suddenly very glad that she
wasn’t a virgin.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his penis, rubbing her thumb up and
down the thick vein that ran up the length of him, and he hissed, his eyebrows
tilting up again. “Levy, yer killin’ me,” Gajeel groaned, and Levy grinned.
“Turnabout is fair play,” she sang, before leaning down and pressing a kiss the
the head of him. He moaned, tangling his fingers into her hair and bringing her
up so that he could kiss her. Levy could feel the precum dripping down onto her
hand, and she used that as lubricant as she started pumping her fist up and
down. Gajeel’s breath stuttered, and his grip tightened on her hip, his other
hand twitching in her hair. Levy started to move her hand faster, trying to
find that golden speed that would make the big, tough Dragon Slayer sob and
keen in pleasure.
Well, maybe sobbing was asking for too much, but she at least wanted to hear
that unrestrained moan again.
She did find it after a minute, and she knew she had when Gajeel’s fingertips
dug into her ass and his teeth latched onto her shoulder, a rough moan slipping
past his lips. Levy made a mental note - Slow and hard, good to know - before
kissing him again, moving her legs to either side of his hips. “You still want
to do this?” she asked, her lips pressed to the sharp curve of his cheekbone
and he nodded roughly. His hand slipped up her back, scratching just under her
shoulder blade, and she hummed.
Falling onto her back, Levy pulled Gajeel down with her, kissing him as he
propped himself up over her. She pushed his underwear as far down as she could,
letting Gajeel take over when she couldn’t reach any further (she drew the line
at taking his underwear off with her feet). Once he had dropped his underwear
onto the floor, he ran his hands up her legs from her knees, her back arching
off the bed as his nails scored pink trails up the back of her thighs. He
grinned against her neck as he traced the lacy waistband of her panties. They
were totally soaked through, and Levy might have been embarrassed if she wasn’t
busy playing with Gajeel’s tongue.
His thumbs hooked under her panties, and Levy realized that his hands were
trembling. She pressed her hand over his before he could move, pulling back
from the kiss and looking at him with a concerned frown.
“Are you okay?” she asked, and Gajeel nodded, pushing his hair out of his face
and over one shoulder with the hand that Levy hadn’t trapped.
“Yeah, I just,” he started, sighing. “Never done this before.”
“Taken a girl’s underwear off?”
“Had sex.”
She tried not to laugh, she really did. Levy covered her mouth with her hands,
trying to muffle her laughter. Every time she opened her eyes to say something
to Gajeel, she would see his frowny-pout and dissolve into giggles again.
“I will leave!” he threatened, and Levy waved her hand.
“I-I’m sorry! I just-” she snorted, smiling brightly at Gajeel. “I thought
you’d done this before,” she told him, and he rolled his eyes, leaning back
over her so he could press kisses all over her face in retribution for her
laughing at him. She could feel his cock press against her through her
underwear, and she had to smile. She didn’t want to have sex with someone who
didn’t have a sense of humor between the sheets. She needed someone who would
let her laugh at them and would laugh at her when she inevitably did something
dumb or made a weird sound.
“Oh, like you have,” Gajeel grumbled against her temple with a smirk, and when
Levy didn’t respond, he pulled back, eyebrows furrowed together. Levy was
smirking, one eyebrow quirked in an ‘Oh really?’ expression. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No!” Gajeel said, pouting, and Levy laughed.
“Sorry Gajeel, that ship sailed almost three years ago,” she told him,
shrugging. “Though, let’s be real, if I was still a virgin, you’d probably
break me in half.” That startled a laugh out of Gajeel, and he shook his head
fondly, leaning back down to kiss the corner of her mouth.
“I’m going to need names and addresses,” he informed her, and Levy rolled her
eyes.
“Someone doesn’t like to share,” Levy teased, and Gajeel tugged on her earlobe
gently with his teeth, making her gasp.
“I just wanna see what kinda idiot could’ve done this with ya and walked away,”
he murmured against the shell of her ear, his nose pressed to her temple, and
Levy sighed contently. She wrapped her arms around his torso, clutching onto
his shoulders as she buried her face in his neck.
“You’re cool with that, right?” she asked, already deciding that if he shamed
her for it, she was kicking his ass out. She didn’t regret any of her past
relationships or flings; not now, not ever. Without them, she wouldn’t be who
she was, and she wouldn’t have been able to fall so completely in love with the
man who was currently holding her like she was the most precious thing in the
universe.
“‘Course,” Gajeel said, kissing his way down her jaw. “‘M not dumb enough to be
mad at you for shit you did before we even met.” Levy smiled brightly, cupping
his jaw with one hand and pulling him into a kiss. “If anythin’, I’m glad at
least one of us knows what we’re doing, because I’m flyin’ blind.” Levy
laughed, and he joined her with his own rough chuckles.
“If it makes you feel any better, I couldn’t tell that you were a virgin.”
“That’s what happens when you spend most of your nights imagining how this
could happen, you already have a game plan.” Levy snorted, covering her mouth
again.
“You plot how to get me into bed often?” she asked teasingly, and the blush
from his ears moved to his cheeks.
“I don’t see ya complaining!” he said, and she laughed again. She cut off with
a high-pitched gasp as Gajeel slid his hands under her ass, pulling her up and
grinding his cock between her folds. When she looked back at him, he was
smirking smugly, and she swatted at his chest.
“Ya gonna keep laughing at me, or can I take the rest of yer clothes off?” he
asked, and Levy rolled her eyes fondly. She pressed her feet into the bed on
either side of his hips, pressing her hips up towards him.
“Get to it,” she said, smiling at him. “Gotta teach you how to do this sex
thing right anyways.” Gajeel rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to the side of
her knee as he pulled her panties down. She lifted one of her legs out, draping
it over his shoulder, and he immediately started to kiss the inside of her
thigh, letting her panties fall around her opposite ankle.
Tugging on his hair, Levy pulled his face to hers, kissing him deeply as his
hips settled between her legs. She whined as his cock pressed between her
folds, rubbing against her clit. Her hips jerked at the simulation, and his
breath hitched on the exhale.
“Can I?” he breathed, slowly rolling his hips against her. She moaned, grabbing
his hips.
“I dunno, can you?”
“Levy-”
“Yes,” she sighed, and Gajeel kissed her passionately. 
He slid a finger between her lower lips, spreading her out. She jerked at the
simulation, making a sound that was caught between a gasp and a sob. Smiling
slowly, Gajeel ran his finger up her folds, catching a bit on her opening and
making the Script Mage tremble. He kept repeating the motion, and soon she was
soaking wet and burning between her thighs, more than ready for him. "Please,"
Levy breathed, rolling her hips up against his hand.
Gajeel's eyes darkened, and he nodded before spreading her again. He pulled
back to line himself up, and just before he pushed into her, she pressed her
hand against his chest.
“Wait,” she said, and Gajeel looked ready to cry.
“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now,” he told her, his voice strained,
“because this is starting to hurt.” Levy sat up, kissing the furrow between his
pierced brows.
“We need a condom,” she told him, and Gajeel groaned, his head falling back.
“Fuck, right. I don’t have anything,” he said, rubbing his hand down his face.
He went from frustration to confusion when Levy slid off the bed, stretching
her arms above her head as her panties finally slipped off her ankle and onto
the floor. “Wait, where are ya goin’?” he asked.
“There’s a first aid kit behind the bar,” Levy said, grabbing his shirt. “There
should be something in there.” She pulled his shirt on, the fabric falling down
to a few inches above her knees. When she turned back to face Gajeel, his
breathing was heavy and he was staring at her with heated eyes. She could
actually feel herself grow wetter.
“You should wear that all the time,” he said roughly, and Levy stepped forward,
cupping his jaw.
“I’ll be right back,” she promised, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed her
back eagerly, fisting his hand in the fabric near the small of her back. “And
don’t you are dare finish yourself before I get back up,” she threatened,
pouting, “or I’m going to be pissed.”
“Promise?” Gajeel teased, and she kissed him again.
Slipping out through the door and closing it behind her, Levy trotted down the
hallway, heading towards the bar. She stopped at the entrance to the main room,
straining her hearing as she looked around. She couldn’t hear anyone, and the
lights were still dim, so she deemed it safe to head out towards the bar.
She stepped behind the counter, heading towards where she knew the first aid
kit was. She kneeled to find it, and was surprised to see that in the same
cubby as the kit, there were several vials of contraceptive potion and a few
boxes of condoms. Levy wasn’t sure she wanted to know why Mirajane had so many
contraceptives behind the bar, and she wasn’t going to question it. She just
grabbed one of the boxes - she prefered the potions, but there was no way in
hell that she was waiting the necessary 2 hours for it to take effect - and
went back to the door, slipping inside and pressing her back to the door as she
looked at the bed.
Gajeel was laying back on the bed, arms crossed over his eyes and dick pointed
at the ceiling. He was muttering quickly in Draconic, and Levy nearly whined.
She loved it when he spoke the dead language around her, it always got her
going. And considering she was already pretty turned on, she was sure there was
now a puddle between her feet.
“I can smell you,” he said suddenly, his voice low and rough.
“Is that a good thing?” Levy asked as she approached the bed. She crawled on
top of him, straddling his thighs and his shirt bunching around her hips.
“Please tell me you found them,” he said instead of answering, his voice
strained. Levy shook the box and he groaned in relief, uncovering his eyes. His
breath caught when he looked at her, wearing his shirt and straddling his
thighs, and he ran his hands up her thighs, dragging his nails back down and
making her gasp. “Please,” he rasped, and Levy couldn’t deny him, opening the
box with trembling hands and pulling out one condom. She pulled open the foil
packaging, tossing it carelessly aside as she held the latex condom in her
hands.
She pinched the tip, like her last male lover had taught her to, before
starting to roll it down Gajeel’s cock. He moaned at the contact, hissing as
the cold latex rolled onto his skin. His blunt nails dug into her ass, and she
actually lifted off his thighs, whining in the back of her throat. Once she had
made sure that the condom was on properly, she moved up to straddle his hips,
catching his penis between her groin and his, the both of them moaning in
unison.
Gajeel fumbled with the hem of his shirt, pulling it over her head and throwing
it, not caring where it landed. Her hair, already messed up from them both
running their fingers through it, stood up funny when she emerged from the neck
hole, and Gajeel snorted, running his fingers through the curly blue strands to
smooth them back down. Levy smiled at him, leaning down to press a quick kiss
to his lips before sitting back up and lifting herself up onto her knees.
She held his cock in her hand, spreading herself with the other. It took a few
seconds of fumbling - “There? No, there. Owowowow wait no, there!” - but she
managed to line him up, the head of him pressed against her entrance. Placing
her hand on his stomach to brace herself, Levy rolled her hips down, and
gasped. Gajeel growled, his eyes screwed shut and fingers digging into the
mattress.
Levy slowly began to work her way down, working him into her inch by agonizing
inch. Gajeel tried to keep his hips still, but by the time his penis was
halfway in her, his hips were thrusting up shallowly in time with hers, his
chest heaving. After what felt like ages, but really only a few seconds, she
had sunk completely onto him, and they both had to stop to catch their breath.
Levy was hunched over him, hands on his chest and hair falling in a curtain
around her face.
“Ya okay?” Gajeel asked, his voice rough. His hands were trembling as he ran
them up and down her sides.
“Mhmm,” Levy reassured, her voice higher than normal. She slowly rolled her
hips, hiccuping as Gajeel’s cock moved inside of her, pressing against
sensitive spots she didn’t know she had. Gajeel moaned, his grip on her waist
tightening.
“Can I-”
“Godpleaseyes.”
Gajeel rolled his hips up into hers, and Levy’s head fell back, a strangled
yell passing her lips. Instead of tensing like he had before, Gajeel just did
it again, looking up at her through hooded eyes.
She bounced in time with his thrusts, her breath catching every time he
bottomed out inside her, bumping something inside her that made her want to
sob. Her breasts were bouncing as well, and she grabbed onto them roughly,
keening as she pinched her own nipple. Gajeel was sitting up in a heartbeat,
nudging her hand away from one of her breasts and tugging on the nipple with
his teeth in time with her bouncing. Levy cried out, biting down on the meaty
part of her palm to muffle her yells.
They slid easily into a matched rhythm, Gajeel thrusting when she dropped, him
sucking when she bit, and the part of Levy that was still capable of rational
thought wondered how easy a Unison Raid would be for them. The thought was
fucked right out of her head in the next second, and she yelled into his
shoulder, clutching at his upper arms. Her hair was sticking to her sweaty back
and shoulders, and she knew Gajeel wasn’t doing much better, but neither of
them cared.
“God, Lev, yer amazin’,” Gajeel rasped into her neck, dragging his teeth across
the already red skin, and Levy’s rhythm stuttered at the new nickname. It was
better than Shorty or Shrimp - even though over time she had come to find those
endearing as well - and her heart started to beat faster.
“Harder, please,” she sobbed, and Gajeel complied, grunting with each thrust as
she screamed, muffling her voice in his skin. There were probably marks on his
back from where she had scratched him, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he
moaned every time her nails dragged across his skin, and his next thrust was
always a little bit deeper.
Gajeel fell back onto the bed again, planting his feet on the bed to get a
better angle, and Levy’s voice started to climb in pitch. She propped herself
up with one shaking arm, reaching down to where their bodies joined with the
other, using two of her fingers to start rubbing circles against her clit.
Gajeel watched her with heated eyes, worrying his bottom lip as she moved,
working herself closer and closer to orgasm.
After a few seconds, every muscle in her body tensed, and she fell apart,
screaming Gajeel’s name to the ceiling. Her cunt clenched down around Gajeel’s
cock, and he followed quickly after her, muffling his own yell into his arm.
They were both trembling, slumping bonelessly together as they tried to catch
their breath.
After a few minutes, Levy rolled off Gajeel, whining as his now flaccid cock
slipped out of her. “Go get rid of the condom,” she murmured tiredly, and
Gajeel groaned, slowly swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed
his shoulders, rumbling contently. Levy peeked at his back, and snorted.
“What?”
“You look like you got mauled by a bear,” Levy said between giggles, and Gajeel
smiled lopsidedly. He reached back, running his fingers over the red marks that
covered his entire back.
“A very small bear,” he teased, and Levy stuck her tongue out at him, grinning.
He got rid of the used condom - thank god she didn’t have to teach him how to
do that - and flopped back onto the bed, pulling her into his arms. She curled
up against his chest, humming contently. He nudged his nose against hers, and
Levy giggled, cupping her hands behind his neck.
“We should clean up,” Gajeel said, and Levy whined, hiding her face in his
chest.
“‘M sleepy,” she groaned, and Gajeel snorted, kissing her cheek.
“It’s almost 5 in the morning,” he told her, and Levy made a mental note to
make him tell her how he always knew what time it was. “Mirajane’s gonna get
here soon, and then what’re ya gonna do?”
“Hide?”
“Great plan,” Gajeel said sarcastically, and Levy just snuggled closer to him.
“Come on Lev, get up.” Levy shook her head against his chest, draping her arm
over his waist.
“I like when you call me Lev,” she murmured, and Gajeel was silent for a few
moments. He sat up, and Levy whined, though her whine turned to a squeak when
Gajeel scooped her up into his arms, standing up and pulling the covers back on
the bed. He set her back down gently, taking a moment to go find and pull on
his underwear before crawling back into bed with her. Levy’s underwear was
still on the floor, and she didn't bother to go get it, deciding that she’d
rather sleep in the buff rather than wearing the wet material.
Gajeel curled back around her, pulling the covers over them. “If ya ain’t gonna
take a bath, might as well get some sleep,” he grumbled, pulling her against
his chest. Levy smiled, shaking her head fondly.
“Aw, you really do care,” she teased sleepily, flipping so that his chest was
pressed against her back, and he pulled her back until he was completely
wrapped around her. She felt warm and sated and loved, and after pressing a
quick kiss to the closest part of him she could reach - his shoulder with the
guild mark on it - it didn’t take very long for her to drift off to sleep,
Gajeel quickly following after.
 
End Notes
     I will headcanon Levy as bi until the end of my days /fight me/
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