notes: To my guest reviewers: I have heard your requests! Your wish is my command (in the next few coming chapters).
And lol, thanks for the feedback on Jellal's POV! I was just curious.
Please enjoy this one!
Hot Spring
chapter three: book
After coming home from a long day of work, when Jellal finally found the love of his life, he found her sitting cross-legged on the edge of his bed, quietly reading a thick hardcover book.
Before he fully opened the door to his bedroom, alerting her that he was back home, he admired her for a few seconds, relishing in how her eyebrows were cutely furrowed together, as if she was trying hard to understand what was being described in the text in front of her. He had never seen her this concentrated before, even while she was in battle, and he found it amusing that she had to take this much mental focus to do something as simple as reading.
Her luscious scarlet hair was tied up into a high ponytail, and some stray strands had fallen out of the hairtie's grasp, resting on her fair shoulders. She wasn't wearing any armor—clearly finished with her daily obligations—instead donning a white tank top, gray sweatpants, and white fuzzy socks.
"Hey, you," he greeted her, finally letting himself into the room.
She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes smiling. "Hey," she said, immediately went back to her book.
He couldn't help but smile, walking over to his closet and quickly changed into something more comfortable—maybe the standard at-home attire, tshirt and sweatpants.
But he couldn't find his most comfortable and most favorite pair of sweatpants—and then upon remembering what Erza was wearing, realized that the redhead had probably borrowed them for the day. He was left in his light gray boxers, but what the hell, he wanted to go cuddle with her as soon as possible.
"Whatcha reading there, my strawberry shortcake?" he purred, nuzzling her ear, coming up from behind her to embrace her.
She immediately shut her book and put it face down on her mattress, turning a deep shade of red—one that rivaled her gorgeous hair.
He didn't question her actions, pulling her backwards onto the bed and on top of him—her back against his chest—and kissed her neck. She giggled and curled away from his tickling lips, and he plopped her to his right, turning toward her and putting a leg over her hips.
"Nothing…" she answered when they settled into the bed, her face still quite a bit flushed.
Jellal didn't care about her answer at the time; he just wanted to see her face. He reached behind her head at her hairtie and carefully loosened it, letting her fiery hair roll down her shoulders and fall along her curves. He threw the hairtie off to the floor somewhere.
"Hey!" she pouted.
"I like it better down," he told her, and then kissed her on the nose, all while keeping his left hand at the back of her neck, playing around with whatever soft locks of hair were back there.
She smiled and kissed him back, on the lips. He closed his eyes and drank in the sweet honey amber smell of her skin. He opened his eyes and felt a rush of endorphins come to his head when seeing her face close to his.
Erza reached up with her right hand and messed with his dark blue hair. "How was your day?"
"Goooood," he said, smiling. "What about yours?"
"Goooood," she affirmed, with a darling smile of her own.
"What were you doing? Reading all day?"
"Yeah…so?"
"Whatcha reading?"
"Stuffffff," she drawled.
He snorted and then did some kind of a side sit-up to get up and reach toward the bottom edge of the bed to get her book.
But the Queen of Fairies was quicker than him, ducking under his arm and grabbing her book before he could even touch it. She lay back down, putting the book underneath her to protect it.
He followed her to the mattress. "Hey," he said. "That can't be comfortable."
He reached under her side to get her book, but she flipped over onto her stomach and hugged herself to prevent him from grabbing it.
"Hey!" he teased. "Let me see!"
Face in the pillow, she shook her head, smiling at him.
Oh, it was on, then.
He play-tackled her, putting his entire body over her, before wrapping his arms around her, book and all, and flipping her over so that her stomach side was exposed and the book just on top. He grabbed for it then, but she rolled off him and ran to the other corner of the room, clutching her book in both arms.
Jellal followed after her, sprinting after her, but with great agility, she fled past him, jumping on top of the bed and landing on the other side, book still pressed against her chest.
"Erza…" he complained, with a lazy smile. "Come onnnnn."
Steadfast, the redhead shook her head. But then she noticed something and pointed at his groin. "Hey!"
"What?" he asked himself, utterly confused. He looked down at his boxers where she was pointing and realized that his mini-self had decided to make an entry in the play-fighting.
"Oh come on, it's just a random boner, Erza."
Her face didn't look like she was going take that as an excuse, and he rolled his eyes, deciding that it was best to ignore her complaint. He didn't think she would ever understand the toils and troubles of having a bodily organ that would rise and fall like the tides—except a lot less unpredictable.
Almost as fast as his Meteor, he rushed over to her, but she ran over his bed again—except that she tripped on the rug and ended up falling face first into the bed.
Perfect.
He pounced on her, arms capturing her from behind, and then tickled her neck with his lips, until she was laughing hard enough to let him take the book from her. She gave up, lying back down onto the bed, while he flipped open the book to whatever page gravity took him.
He was a very quick reader, and it didn't take him that long to realize what his love had been reading.
"You're reading smut," he accused her.
She gave him a very embarrassed but cheeky grin.
He decided not to give her a hard time about it—although, on second thought, he was already hard himself (no pun intended)—he tossed aside the book onto the night counter and climbing on top of her to smother her with a kiss.
"You naughty girl," he teased, whispering straight into her ear. He nipped at her neck and then moved his knees between her legs, slowly kiss-crawling his lips down from her collarbones, over her tanktop, until they reached a small exposed sliver of her skin between the hem of her top and the sweatpants.
He knelt forward and kissed the warm flesh.
She gasped, looking down at him, reaching for his head with her arms, but his hands were pinned down her elbows and she couldn't reach him from where she was. "Wha-what are you doing?"
He rose his head up to look at her, capturing her eyes. He leaned over close to her face.
"We're going by the book," he answered, in a low growl.
Never did playing by the rules sound so appealing.
"Y-You remember what's in there?" and she almost couldn't even finish her question, her breath turning rapid and heavy.
"Photographic memory, remember?" he reminded her.
She gave out a small whimper, and Jellal knew that she was done in for.
He continued his work on her, returning back to her stomach. He pulled at her clothing with his teeth, his hot and heated breath resting on the cool, smooth skin of her belly, lifting it up to give him access to her entire abdomen. He kissed butterflies over her, working his way back to the underside of her breasts, which he nudged playfully with his nose.
The navy-haired man quickly recalled what was next in the text and set to replicating just that, considering the text a recipe to her satisfaction. With his hands, he completely pulled her tank top up and off of her, and she lifted her arms up to help him remove her top. He purred, seeing her lacy black bra, knowing that it was the only thing holding herself together, just a thin strap.
Now, he usually just went ahead, taking off her bra so that he could get to work on making her moan with some flicks of his tongue, but the book had the guy teasing the girl for a while first before any of that happened.
And Jellal sought to do just that.
He lifted his head back to her and kissed her on the lips, which she returned passionately, grabbing his head in her arms and pulling it down back to her breasts to encourage him to continue.
But he couldn't do just that yet—and he planted a soft kiss on the cups, right over where he could see little bumps poke through the bra fabric. She arched her back, hoping for a little more than just a muffled kiss on her sensitive parts.
Unfortunately, he wasn't about to give her that now—and it took him all his willpower to resist giving her what she wanted, because hell, he wanted to suck on her cute pink tips, too. He shook the desire from his head and refocused himself back downwards, following the actions of the male protagonist in her book, kissing her all the way down to her gray sweatpants.
"These are my sweatpants," he reminded her, and then pulled them off her in one fluid motion, tossing the clothing back in the direction of his closet.
She watched him with wide eyes, not sure what to anticipate next.
And oh, how he loved seeing her flushed face.
He gave her a mischievous smile, before licking two fingers and running them over the inside of her thigh. Her mouth dropped open, and she gasped softly.
Jellal knelt back down, touching his lips along the same trail of saliva that he had previously drawn on her. He kissed well past the point that he had traced over her, however, until his mouth was right over her panties and he was breathing just over her juncture, smelling her arousal.
He touched his lips to her, feeling her wetness through the underwear. She must have then realized that she was quite aroused too, because when he did that, she softly moaned and gyrated one slow cycle, spreading her legs wide and pressing her heels into the mattress to give him better access.
"You're so wet, Erza," he told her, his deep voice vibrating over her sensitive parts.
He lifted his head and kissed her soft belly, bringing two fingers toward her lower parts and drawing small loops around her center. Now that his face was at her stomach, he could hear her heavy breathing more clearly and could see the intense up and down motion of her lungs.
"Jellal, Jellal…" she repeated softly. Her hands began to make their way towards her panties, pulling at the seams to pull her underwear down, but he gently pushed her hands away.
"That's not how the story goes, Erza," he soothingly threatened, his fingers continuing to circle her. "What happens in the story next, Erza?"
She looked at him through half-dazed eyes, but he could tell that she was very confused and didn't want to think about whatever stupid plot was in the book. "I don't know. Just…shut up—just do it," she answered, speaking a broken language.
He smiled, not stopping his teasing and not going any further with what he was doing either.
"What happens, Erza?"
Her hips began to gyrate more intensely, hoping to elicit more pressure from his fingers against her.
"What happens, hm?" he repeated. "What does the female protagonist do now?"
"Stop—shut up—I don't know," she whined.
His smile broadened, and he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "She begs him," he said.
She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, half-open eyes in disbelief. He could tell that she didn't want to beg, or do anything demeaning for this cruel joke that he was playing on her, but her soul was very conflicted at the moment.
"…please, Jellal," she said, under her breath.
"Hm?" he asked, his ears perking up.
"Oh, Jellal, please. Please make me come."
And with that command, he growled an affirmation into her ear and promptly pulled off her bra and her panties, before latching his lips onto her breast and slowly fingering her. Her hips buckled and her hands came up to tug at his hair, not sure where else she could put them. She started to breathe noisily, and he hummed at her breast as he felt her hand trace up his tense bicep, down his sturdy shoulders, down his well-formed pectorals, down his rippled abdomen, down to his hard member. In return, he raised his glistening hand from within her to her unoccupied nipple, rubbing her own wetness onto her breast.
She moaned deeply, somewhere in the middle saying his name, her hand tugging at him.
Jellal was starting to feel himself collapse in a bucket of sensations with her encouragement. His lower body began to thrust into her hand in the same rhythm as she was stroking him. Slowly but surely she guided his erection toward her, until she had him rubbing against her right over her entrance, where her arousal lubricated his tip.
The man rose up from his sucking for eye contact from his mate. When her chocolate brown eyes met his, he gave her a small smile and kissed her lightly before repositioning both of them.
And with one firm stroke, he entered her.
Her mouth fell open and she moaned loudly. "Oh my god, yes," she hissed. She raised her arms to cradle his head and pull his face down to press kisses onto him, taking breaks gasping for air and moaning.
Jellal growled in between kisses, feeling both her legs wrap around his waist and pull him closer. He thrusted harder to match her desires, feeling an overwhelming tightness at his groin as he slipped in and out of her.
"Erza…" he breathed out. His quads and his hip flexors were starting to ache with lactic acid from his pumping, but he found that he couldn't stop, and that the pain turned into a strong urge to release.
But he wasn't going to release—not yet, not until she was satisfied.
Her hips began to meet his halfway, angling herself so to give him the most direct and straight path. Her moaning became more frequently, starting to time perfectly with his rhythm, until it became one continuous moan. Her fingernails dug into his back and her kissing turned fierce.
"Jellal," she suddenly said, talking against his lips. "I'm…"
It didn't take her much more than that for him to understand, and he took one deep breath of air in before he propped himself over her and increased his speed.
He waited and waited and waited for her climax—for that glorious moment where both of them couldn't think properly anymore—for those couple of seconds where they were joined by their passion—and once he felt her contracting, he let himself go, letting out a gasp of his own and collapsing onto her.
A moment passed and when she recovered, her eyes opened and she turned them both onto their sides, before kissing him long and deeply. He held her body closer to him, cuddling into her body warmth. She discreetly reached down, giving his tired member a playful tap.
"Hey…" he scolded, pulling her hand up and away from his sensitive self.
He looked at her pretty, glowing face for a long moment, drinking in her beauty and searing it into his memories, before he pulled her in again for a kiss.
"I love you," he told her.
He thought what he said might have been a mistake, still feeling dazed from aftereffects.
"I love you, too," she told him, though.
And those words were all he needed to live.
backtoreality
Jellal shut his book closed, so quickly that the burst of air from the pages rustled his bangs.
Now was he not only hallucinating her naked body, but he was now also imagining having an actual relationship with her.
Kami, help him—he hadn't even confessed to her that he loved her yet. And he didn't think he was ever going to give himself a chance to, either—not after succumbing to Zeref, not after the Tower of Heaven, not after killing…
They could only remain close friends, he concluded again to himself, as he had recited to himself many many times before in his 26 years of life.
The Tenets of Earth-Based Etherion-Dependent Magic fell off his bed onto the floor. He didn't particularly care, instead, rolling over onto his side and groaning to himself.
Was he ever going to get sleep tonight?
So? How are you feeling? ;) This might have been my own personal favorite prompt to write, haha.
Sorry about that sad twist at the end there. :( I thought it needed to be there, though, especially with the ending to the lemon-y scene. Also I don't usually write smut; just going back to my angsty angst roots. :P
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