Pairings: Natsu x Lucy, Gray x Juvia, Gajeel x Levy, Jellal x Erza, Freed x Mirajane. Others may or may not be unlocked as we go.

Timeline: In the near future, say a few (a lot of) years from the current arc.

Genres: Romance/Humour/Drama

Warnings: Lemons and other nommy limey things

Disclaimer: I don't own Fairy Tail

Authors Note: You guys are honestly too good to me! I love you all! So this is just for you big old pervs ;) (The first bit is MiraFreed, sorry, self-indulgence.)

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"Are you sure Lisanna won't mind watching Haruna?" Freed asked for the hundredth time, shifting to make an attempt to get out of the tub. Prior to hoping into the bath, Mirajane had insisted on braiding his hair to keep it out his face.

Mirajane appeared in the doorway, donning a pale pink silk robe splattered with white cherry blossoms. "Freed, Lisanna adores Haruna – in fact she insisted on watching her so we could have the night to ourselves. You just got back from your mission, after all." She added that last bit almost as an afterthought.

Freed flushed, sinking further in the water till his chin dipped below the surface. Well, the surface of the bubbles. Before starting their bath, Mirajane discovered an old bottle of bubble bath under the sink behind some of their daughter's bath toys and in her delight, added it to the water. Of course, Freed humoured her – after he confirmed it wasn't a magical potion that would make them invisible.

She winked at him deviously, spinning the cord to her robe slowly, pulling on it ever so slightly to reveal more of her cleavage. Freed swallowed thickly, somewhat transfixed on her actions.

"How did your mission go?" Mirajane purred, pushing away from the door frame. She dropped her hold on the cord to twirl a loose coil of white hair around her finger. Sometime after she started the bath she must have wound her hair up in a loose bun, Freed mused.

"F—fine," he squeaked and sank a little further in the water. Mirajane's wanton grin grew as she perched on the edge of the tub. She ran her slender fingers through the bubbles, catching some on the tips of her fingers and blew them in his face. She giggled.

Freed wrinkled his nose, wiped the bubbles off and adjusted his position so he was seated properly again. He caught her wrist, gently removing her hand from the water to kiss her palm. Mirajane brushed her thumb across his lip.

"Although," he muttered, relaxing into her hand, "I'd have much rather been here." With the same hand he had just kissed he tugged her down to kiss her. His large hand slid up her silky sleeve to cup the back of her neck. Mirajane sighed into the simple kiss, massaging her hand over his shoulder.

She broke the kiss, plucking the cord fully and exposing her body. Languidly, Freed encouraged it off her soft shoulders, drawing her into the tub. They might have done this before, but each time they always seem to forget this tub was not made for two fully grown adults and adjusting their bodies always dims the mood.

Mirajane settled between his thighs, his erection comfortably sandwiched between their bodies and his knees poked out of the water. She submerged deeper into the water so the crown of her head was under his chin. Freed held her to him, nuzzling her rose scented hair.

Mindlessly she drew patters on his knee with her finger. Freed sighed contently.

"Do you want to have sex?" Mirajane murmured, inclining her head back to press her lips against his jaw. Freed's hands glided upwards, grasping her plump breasts. He teased her nipples in response. "I thought so," she mused, flicking her tongue out against his strong jaw. Freed shuddered.

"Mirajane," he moaned, jerking his hips against her ass in an attempt to release some of the pressure building in cock. She rolled her hips into him, taunting him. She peppered kisses along the underside of his jaw and his neck while he toyed with her nipples. He kneaded her breasts while he grazed her nipple with his thumb.

She gasped, squeezing her thighs together. "I don't think I can wait any more. It's been so long, Freed," she whispered breathlessly against his neck, a burning ache growing her loins.

He grunted, manoeuvring her to face him with her knees on either side of his thighs. He gazed up at her with hooded eyes, pressing his fingers rather hard into her hips. Mirajane wrapped her arms around his neck, idly playing with his hair and touched his forehead with hers. Mirajane ran her tongue over her lower lip.

"I love you," she declared softly.

"More than anything," Freed finished, his hand sinking in the water to find his throbbing cock. He guided his lover down, the tip of his cock found her entrance and Mirajane enveloped him in a single, fluid movement. Both of them moaned erratically.

The water created an interesting added pressure and quickly, Mirajane was bobbing to start and Freed met her with thrusts. Their lips met in a sloppy kiss.

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"I'd like to try something."

Whenever Lucy said words like that Natsu knew he was in for a particularly interesting evening. This time, however, he was not expecting his girlfriend to be so… adventurous.

And that's how, on a Wednesday evening, Natsu found himself stripped naked and handcuffed to Lucy's bed with a blindfold around his eyes. He jerked at his restraints and contemplated his revenge. Next time, she'd be tied down and at his mercy.

But at the moment, Lucy sat on his stomach rubbing her womanhood against his hard abs. Natsu hissed, the combination of her scent – which due to his sightlessness was enhanced tenfold – and the slick feeling of her wetness was almost enough to make him cum.

"Luce," he gulped when her hand squeezed his cock. He tried to thrust himself in her hand but she made it increasingly hard to fuck her hand when she moved lower against his hips. Natsu's cock brushed against Lucy's ass. He moaned, partly in arousal but mainly in frustration. "I want to touch you."

"Patience," she hummed, releasing his cock and trailed her fingers up his chest. Her wet lips suckled at his neck, undoubtedly leaving hickies and he strained against the cold metal of his handcuffs. "Do you want me?"

Natsu panted, "Ngh, yeeeees. Fuuuuuck." His cock ached. With two of his sense deprived, his arousal was through the roof and all he wanted to do is fuck his girlfriend senseless. That being said, she wasn't going to let him go that easily and he had a feeling he might be in for a loooooong night.

Lucy giggled malevolently, licking along his collarbone, occasionally nipping him as she went. Her fingers ghosted over his nipples. She left his erection alone and his desperation was growing.

"I like seeing you like this," she muttered against his chest, quickening his heart beat – but not for the same reason. He started to sweat. She's a fucking sadist?!

Her breasts pressed against his chest and it was physical torture not to touch them. Natsu's fingers twitched, aching to hold her. He was very tempted to break the handcuffs but he didn't want to risk breaking the bedframe and have the mood ruined. So he was basically fucked and had to succumb to her teasing.

"Please," he begged, frantic for her touch, to feel her walls clamp around him like a tight, hot glove. She merely giggled. He groaned, white hot need seeping through his veins. "Luce."

Thank the god above she took some mercy on him. She kissed him roughly, sliding her tongue into his mouth and in the same moment, sank down on his cock. Natsu hissed into the kiss, stunned that he almost came from practically nothing. Only she didn't move.

She stayed still on top of him, his cock still fully engulfed in her warm folds but he was deprived of any real movement. Though when he felt her insides twitch and her finger brush against his lower stomach did he realize her was pleasuring her clit.

Moaning, Lucy's walls constricted around him and she rubbed her clit furiously. Natsu moaned with her and managed to get some degree of pleasure by barely thrusting upwards into her.

Finally, she came undone and cried out, his name spilling from her sultry lips and her orgasm caused her walls to convulse against his cock. He almost came.

Now, on the verge of manly tears, he pleaded, "Lucy, please, I can't…"

Lucy kissed him hard, coming off her high and lifted her hips so his tip just touched her soaking wet vagina. She took half of him in her, before repeating the process. His hands lurched against his handcuffs.

As if she suddenly decided to spare him from any further grief, she took him fully inside her and began to rock her hips. Natsu almost sobbed in relief and met her hips eagerly, returning her kiss in full fervour. He wanted to touch her; to see the lustful expression on her face.

His thrusts grew more frantic and he succeeded in crying out between kisses, "Faster!"

"Natsu!" Lucy moaned loudly and without abandon, riding him harder than they've done before. The coil in his stomach snapped and he came hard, pumping his seed in her. Lucy continued to ride him, endeavouring to get her second orgasm.

She gasped, using his cock to hit the right spot and she came, setting Natsu off a second time as they cried each other's names, ignorant of Lucy's neighbours. She sagged against him, completely spent.

A few minutes passed while they regained their senses. Lucy reached up and removed his blindfold. Natsu blinked rapidly, his eyes burning from the sudden flood of light. He peered down at Lucy, who rested on his chest weakly while she came off her cloud. Her face was flushed deep red and slick with sweat; he wished he could have seen her face the whole time.

"That was… fun," Lucy muttered, kissing his chest tenderly. A low rumble came from Natsu's belly.

"You're getting tied up next time," he chirped, watching with a stupid grin as her face grew redder – if that was even possible. "By the way, can you un-cuff me?"

"Hmm…" Lucy breathed. "I lost the key."

Natsu's eyes widened, "What?"

Lucy inclined her head, smirking at him. "Kidding. But I'm not ready to move yet, so you'll have to wait a little longer."

He groaned. He was right – at times, Lucy was scarier than Erza… Although Erza was still the reigning queen of demons, obviously.

So maybe he was thankful that it was Lucy he loved and not the demon queen. (Plus he was sure he'd survive being in love with Erza. Good thing he has Lucy and Erza has Jellal.)

He did swear his revenge against Lucy, however, and when he did have her tied up, she won't be able to walk for a week afterwards.

Well shit this was laaaaaaaaaame. Sorry about that! But it's hard to write smut when the purpose of the story has already been fulfilled. I would add a few more chapters of just random smut but I didn't want to bog all of you down with random couples you didn't sign up for. (Hence why I don't doubt a lot of you skipped the MiraFreed bit…) So the epilogue is next and well, after this anti-climactic chapter where I feel like I kinda forgot how to write smut, I can't wait to see all of you again for the conclusion!

~Emerald~