notes: Heehee, very interesting how this story has a higher number of anonymous reviewers compared to a lot of my other stories. :P Loving the undying support though. Thanks for casting your vote, xxIcyAngelxx. Everyone else was pretty much like "I just want smut, damn it." Nevertheless, your wishes shall all be granted. I'll be doing stockings and saving ribbon for another plot bunny. ;) (I'm sorry, my two anon reviewers; I was writing this one before the votes all came in!)
Anyway, this one is the longest and...it's Christmas themed. I'm sorry I got the timing wrong, but when it's Christmas time and you want to read some non-anachronistic lemon, I got you covered for the season, brah.
(To note, I'm actually not a Christmas person and have never really celebrated the holiday, so this…this is pretty rare to come from me. I had to like…Google "list of Christmas decorations" and "what you put on a Christmas tree" and "what do you call the glittery shit you decorate with during Christmas" while writing this.)
Hot Spring
chapter five: stockings
After drying himself off completely and changing into an old white tshirt and his very favorite gray sweatpants, Jellal flopped onto his bed, feeling very clean and very tired.
He swam around in the soft white sheets a bit, stretching himself completely over his king-sized mattress.
There really was nothing like taking a shower and diving right into bed.
And in fact, the feeling was so satisfying that Jellal felt like he had been completely cured of his Erza-mania for the time-being—for enough time that he could probably attempt trying to finally getting some sleep. Needless to say, admitting this fact was very surprising to him, and while he probably wouldn't have minded staying up a little bit more imagining Erza's naked body doing all sorts of naughty things to him, he also understood that life was not all about sex and that damn it, he needed to get past this night in order to get to the next day when he actually did have a chance to see Erza's—
He stopped himself from thinking in that direction, taking a glance at the clock—two in the morning.
Very good time to get back to attempting to sleep. Quickly, he tossed himself up onto his feet and walked over to the light switch, letting the room fall pitch black. He jumped back into bed, snuggled into the sheets, and made himself comfortable in his favorite sleeping position—on his right side, half curled up into a fetal position.
Since he often lacked rest, chasing Dark Guilds all around Fiore with Ultear and Meredy, he usually had no problem falling asleep within the first minute he leapt into bed, but tonight, he observed that his king-sized bed seemed a bit too big for just one person.
It was around this moment that Jellal realized that maybe he really longed to be in a relationship—a lot more than he liked to admit. He pursued this train of thought for a minute, and his eyes slowly began to close, he promised to himself—in his half-asleep state—that he would confess everything to Erza—and fuck the whole "she walks the light and he walks the dark" shit that he had been selling himself—
There was nothing that would be able to fill all the gaps in his heart and his head and his bed more than her.
And just before his conscious flickered off, the last thing he thought of was the feeling of his arms around her, pressing her back closer to him as they fell asleep tangled in each other's limbs.
stockings
And when he woke up, the first thing he smelled was the deep and rich smell of her hair.
He rustled himself awake, gently pulling his arm out from between her arms and sitting up.
It was still night, but there were strings of lights hanging all over wall—purple, green, orange, blue, red, over and over again. He looked down at Erza, seeing the splashes of bright color illuminate her beauty. He smiled, tempted to press a kiss onto her forehead, but reminded himself that she had just come back from a long mission for Fairy Tail and that she needed as much sleep as she would allow herself.
She had come home just in time for the holidays…
Christmas lights—
And was that the smell of sugar cookies?!
Jellal immediately threw aside the sheets covering his feet, hopping onto the cold floor. He paced slowly toward the bedroom door, trying as best as he could not to disturb the sleeping Erza. He turned the doorknob as quietly as he could, wincing at the loud clicks that the doorknob made as it rotated. Once finally turned all the way, he looked back to the bed to check if Erza had been stirred awake, but upon seeing her arms still sprawled across the pillows in the same manner as when he had first left her, he sighed in relief and pulled open the door.
Christ, they had done an excellent job decorating the house this year.
Red ribbons and bows, pine cones and Christmas wreaths, and glittering garlands and fresh poinsettias were lined the entire hallway. Various shapes of tinsel dangled from the ceiling and a sprig of mistletoe hung just above the door to Jellal and Erza's room.
He smiled, remembering a sweet goodnight kiss under the leaves before they had plopped into bed to sleep.
The lights were all still on in the living room downstairs, and Jellal ran his hand along the banister to the stairwell leading downwards, feeling the smooth wood on the tips of his fingers.
It was a warm feeling—one that felt like family, home, and love—all wrapped up in the polished finish of the staircase.
He took the stairs one step at a time, admiring the beauty of the home around him, reminding himself that yes, his family was the one that was living in this magnificent and cozy dwelling, and that yes, he was part of this happy and perfect house.
The staircase made a round, and when he turned to follow the steps, his breath caught in his throat.
In clear and plain view, a grand Christmas tree—adorned with gold and silver ornaments, candy canes, cookie angels, wreaths of all colors, jingle bells, and a golden-white star on the very top—lay before his eyes. Beneath it, a multitude of boxed presents of all shapes and sizes.
Jellal couldn't help the smile at the sight.
His attention turned toward the Santa hat that lay in the middle of the floor. It wasn't completely random or out of its element, of course, but this little bit of disorganization—very unlikely of either Erza or Jellal—suddenly reminded Jellal of two other small residents of his home.
He picked the hat up off the floor and placed it on top of his head.
Ho ho ho.
Jellal turned toward the fireplace, where there were four red stockings lined up next to each other: Dad, Mom, Wendy, Chelia. He smiled, seeing the faces of his daughters flash in his memories, and he touched their stockings to make sure that they were chock full of treats. Afterwards, his hands returned to the Mom stocking, and he gingerly reached into the stocking to see what was in there.
Nothing—except some white lint.
Oh god, he had forgotten to fill Erza's stocking.
He urgently looked around the living room. Where the hell did he put the-
Ah, the closet.
Jellal swung open the closet in the hallway leading out of the bathroom. He looked up on the top shelf, finding the thin plain-looking and discrete rectangular box still there.
He grabbed it from its hiding spot and quickly went back to the fireplace to stuff Erza's stocking with his goodie for her.
A job well done, he rewarded himself by falling backwards into the sofa facing the Christmas tree, admiring the atmosphere of the entire scene. He looked down at the coffee table in front of the sofa, and his eyes widened, remembering why exactly he had come down to the living room in the first place.
Sugar cookies.
As much as Erza was in love with sugar, Jellal had never been the one with the sweet tooth, but after years and years of living with the dessert queen, he had grown to have some favorites. And as much as Erza (only slightly) scorned sugar cookies for being so plain, he had actually developed a strong liking to them—probably because Erza usually saved those for last and he ended up being able to actually eat them.
Wendy and Chelia were still five and four years old, respectively—which meant that Jellal and Erza told their daughters lies about the actual workings of the winter holiday.
And as expected, Wendy and Chelia had demanded that Jellal helped them make the sugar cookies (read: Jellal baked the sugar cookies) and then placed them on a plate on the coffee table before going to sleep, all in the meantime keeping an eye on their father to make sure that he wasn't stealing some from the jolly good fellow St. Nick.
But oh, ho ho ho—little did they know that he was the one wearing the Santa hat right now.
He figured that although he had brushed his teeth about a few hours ago before going to bed, he had might as well get started on finishing all the cookies before the girls woke up—they always woke up the precise minute the sun rose, clamoring down the stairs to claim their Christmas presents.
Jellal leaned forward and took the first cookie on the very top, stuffing the whole thing ungracefully in his mouth. He chewed the sugary delight, leaning back further into the sofa, and just enjoyed himself for the time being, knowing that if Erza had been awake, she would definitely have been giving him hell for eating refined carbohydrates and hydrogenated fats so late at night.
The blue-haired Santa was barely done with the first cookie before he reached for another one. And then he realized that he would actually like a drink to wash down the cookies.
So of course, the first thing he grabbed when he opened the refrigerator door—two sugar cookies in his free hand—was not the milk, but indeed, the container of eggnog, in which Jellal and Erza had previously mixed about a half bottle of rum into.
He reached forward for the eggnog, shook it up a little bit, and then opened the container. He was too damn lazy to go get a cup from the cupboard, so he shrugged the etiquette off and gulped down a few swigs straight from the eggnog carton, relishing the feeling of cold eggnog and warm alcohol running down his throat.
Suddenly, two arms wrapped around his waist.
He practically almost spit the eggnog still in his mouth onto the person behind him.
"E-Erza!" he exclaimed, quickly putting the eggnog container back into the refrigerator and shutting the door with his foot while wiping off all traces of alcohol from his mouth.
He felt his cheeks steaming up—and maybe it was out of embarrassment of being caught or maybe it was the alcohol he had just chugged down, but whatever it was, his cheeks were burning hotter than Natsu's Dragon Slaying flames.
"Hey Santa," she said, in a sleep-husky voice. "You've been a bad boy."
Jellal gulped thickly.
He wordlessly offered her the two sugar cookies in his left hand. She shook her head, disappointed at his lack of self-control, and he shrugged, popping one of them into his mouth and making his way back to the sofa. He flopped back into a comfy position, and shortly after, she joined him, cuddling into him.
"Didn't realize you were awake," he told her, some crumbs spilling out of his mouth. He looked down at his shirt to see the fallen cookie pieces on his shirt and then subsequently brushed them off onto the carpet.
"I wasn't until I heard you eating your ass off," she retorted.
He gave her a sheepish smile, before swallowing the cookie and then kissing her on the cheek.
"And you've been drinking the eggnog!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms and pouting.
She was looking extra cute—wearing her adorable pink bunny onesie, her replacement pajamas for the holiday season while neither of them really felt like doing laundry until after the Christmas cleaning.
"Mm, yeah, in fact the alcohol is making me really warm right now," he admitted, and then held the remaining sugar cookie between his teeth before completely removing his tshirt and fanning himself briefly with it. He threw the shirt aside, onto the sofa on the other side.
Erza's attention shifted to her stocking, however. He saw her eye the white rectangular box that he had hastily stuffed into her stocking earlier.
"Hm? That wasn't there earlier tonight," she murmured, and then stood up to go investigate.
"Ah," he exclaimed, snapping his hand out to catch her wrist and pulling her toward him to sit her back down.
The last thing he wanted her to do was ruin the surprise that he had gotten for her!
Erza looked back at him, confused. She opened her mouth to ask, but before she make any accusations or try to guess the reasoning behind his reaction, he needed to distract her.
And he did the first thing he could think of.
He pulled her in for a kiss, one as passionate and as deep as he could manage in his slightly inebriated state.
"Mrmph," she said, between his lips.
And then before he knew it, she was returning the kiss, quickly taking control. Her strong silky lips pried his mouth open and she entered with her tongue, running over the insides of his teeth and playing around with his own tongue.
He didn't expect her to completely take the bait of the trap, but hey, he had just earned himself an extra-passionate alcohol-buzzed make-out session with the hottest woman known to mankind.
Erza sucked on his bottom lip, before finally pulling back, chuckling to herself.
"You've been eating too many cookies and drinking too much eggnog, Santa," she whispered into his ear, leaning forward into him. "I can just taste the sugar and alcohol off your breath."
She spidered the fingers of her right hand up his bare chest—starting from the band of his sweatpants and crawling up to his collarbones, before tilting his chin up to force her to look her straight in the eye.
And for a split second, he wondered if maybe he was the one that had been caught in her trap, instead of the other way around.
"I-It's just for one night a year, Erza," he stuttered, blinking into her seductive gaze.
"Maybe you ought to have a good spanking," she said, in a low voice.
And with that, she smacked him, with force but gently, at the side of his hips.
His heart rate rose just a little bit, and he felt his face flush wildly. He leaned further and further back along the sofa, until he felt his head reach the armrest on the other side.
Erza smiled, having caught him. She pawed her way up him, straddling his hips and letting the tips of her hair trail across his bare chest.
"Just when Santa thinks he's not being watched, he finds himself on the naughty list," she said.
"Erza…" he squeaked.
"What, Jellal?" she asked, with a smirk. "You're thinking dirty things, aren't you? Well, it serves you right—for eating more cookies than you deserve and more alcohol than you can handle."
Her face was centimeters away from his. Her scarlet hair tickled his shoulders and curtained their faces together—and the heat that he felt coming off his cheeks worsened under the thick cover of her hair. He could barely breathe—and good lord, the alcohol was not letting him think straight and he was getting turned on way more easily than he would have normally been—
"Looks like someone's getting coal this year," she purred.
Well shit. If a sexy Erza meant not getting nice Christmas presents, he thought to himself, so be it. He'd take Erza over gifts and sugar cookies anytime.
He reached his hands up to her face and brought her down for a kiss. She mewled into his passion and started to grind on his hips, her hands working their way up to his head, pulling off the damn Santa hat, and tugging at his hair.
Shit, he loved when she pulled his hair.
He growled, pumping up strongly with his hips to readjust his body so that he could better grind into her, feeling himself becoming harder and thicker by every passing moment. His hands followed down her neck to her back, and he massaged her through the thin fabric of her pink bunny onsie, a considerate act that she very much appreciated. He immediately noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra under these pajamas.
With his lips still sucking on hers, Jellal slowly moved his hands from her back to her front, finding two jiggly mounds and squeezing them both gently. She moaned, pushing herself into his touch, and gyrated even harder against the bulge at his groin, panting at feeling his member—so hard that she could feel it prod into her through all the layers of clothing.
Finally, he let her mouth go, giving her jaw one last kiss before butterflying down her neck to the onsie zipper at her collarbones. He stuck his tongue out, letting the metal zipper stick to his tongue, before taking the entire thing securely in his mouth and pulling the zipper down—past her upper breast, past where his hands were holding her, to the point just above her belly button.
Jellal kissed her milky white skin just at the line of her ribcage and then turned his attention back to her boobs. He split the two sides of her onsie, releasing her tits from the clothing. He stared, mesmerized at their bouncing for a while before reaching up with his mouth to suck the nipple.
She moaned, sitting harder on his hardened member. Her hands began to travel down the waistband of his pants, tugging at the fabric but unsuccessful in uncovering him because she was still grinding down hard on him—something that she didn't want to stop doing either.
He unlatched his mouth from her breast, and he pushed both her tits together with his hands, marveling at the cleavage he had created before molding them closer together so that her nipples were aligned with each other, practically touching. He purred, seeing how the nipple that he had been sucking had turned hard while the other was still soft, supple, and unawakened.
He took both into his mouth, licking between the nipples before sucking hard on both of them at the same time.
She loudly moaned, slightly shaking in the rush of sensations. It had been a long time since he had teased her like this, and she truly missed this particular sequence of actions.
But suddenly—probably because she had been so loud—some sense flashed back into his lust-filled eyes. He removed himself from her breasts.
"Wait…we can't do this," he protested drunkenly. "W-We're going to…wake up the kids!"
She frowned—not liking that his mindset had suddenly shifted and she was left hanging.
"What do you meannn?" she whined, pushing her tits back to his mouth.
"You want to fuck…when there's…two young…children sleeping right upstairs?!" he asked, the words just flowing out of his mouth without any thought.
She shook her head. "Whyyyy is this such a concern for you nowwww? We've made love so many times since Chelia was bornnnn."
"But it's Christmassssss," he slurred, looking over at the tree and presents.
Erza grabbed his face and forced him to look at her straight in the eyes. "Jellal. We made Chelia when Wendy was still in the crib—in the same fucking room."
Indeed, he wasn't sure himself why this was suddenly such a big deal. And much to his disappointment, the alcohol wasn't letting him think for himself. Honestly, nothing really made sense.
Why did he stop sucking on her tits again? That had been such great fun.
"You're going to fuck me. Right here, right now," she commanded him.
"Okay," he meeped.
Even drunk, Jellal knew better than to disobey his queen. He reached down to pull his pants down, and almost as soon as his dick popped out of his pants, he felt Erza's warm sweet mouth all over his member. He would have cum that moment if he had the strength to; it felt so damn good.
"Oh...Erzaaaa," he whispered, putting his hand on her head and running his fingers through her hair, following her head as it bounced up and down on him. "Erza, Erza, Erza…"
He gave her a few more seconds to suck on him, before he reached for her face with both hands, lifting it up from his dick, and sitting up to kiss her a sloppy thank you. He rose his hand up to her left breast, fondling it before urgently moving his hand down her torso, past her bellybutton, past the band of her underwear, toward her oh-so-wet center.
"Look how wet you are…." he told her, lifting his fingers up to her face to prove it to her. She looked at his glistening fingers for a little bit, before daring to put her mouth over his fingers to suck her own arousal off him.
The sight stirred him, and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her mouth and then helped her get out of her onsie completely. However, onsies were not easy to get out of, and a lightly drunk Jellal was really no help at all, so Erza resorted to getting off his thighs and standing on the floor to remove her onsies all the way. She pulled her legs out, leaving herself in only her black lacy underwear—it was as if she had planned for him to fuck her that night.
Jellal turned himself to face her, taking her waist in his arms and kissing the maternity scar on her stomach. He nuzzled her warm abdomen, just like he had during both times she had been carrying their children.
He knew that Erza had grown a little more self-conscious since her pregnancy and with her growing older. She had begun to concern herself with the less-perkiness of her breasts, the wobbling of her thighs, and the extra (several) layers of fat around her waist and butt, blaming the desserts that she had inhaled as a young woman. Jellal was less concerned—as far as he was knew, she was still Erza, and honestly that fact alone was enough to turn him on.
And so, to show the woman that he still thought she was sexy as hell, he kissed her stomach, nibbling a bit of her skin while his hands reached up to pull her panties down. Her underwear took no time at all to fall to the floor—with the extra weight of her wetness having completely soaked the fabric.
He lifted her up swiftly, throwing her back onto the sofa, and spreading her legs wide before pushing his tongue up against her sensitive parts, tasting her in roundabout licks around her clit. He lapped at her in the ways that he knew she liked—after several years together, it was hard to do anything but what she liked the most. A few figure eights, some slow tongue rolls, and then, after spreading open her center with his hands, a gentle and light tracing of her opening.
She clutched the sofa cushion with her right hand, and her left hand squeezed her breast, fingers running over the nipple. Eyes closed, forehead slightly sweaty, and chest heaving up and down in deep breaths, she told him to use his fingers.
Obliging, he let the middle finger of his right hand lightly graze over her, covering it in her lubrication, before teasing it along the entrance. He licked at her clit, adding his own spit to the mix, and then pushed in with his finger, feeling her tightly wrap around his finger and envelop it in warmth and soft silkiness.
Her mouth widened as he pushed it deeper and deeper, until his finger was completely inside her, his knuckles teasing her. He let her ease into his penetration for a moment before pulsing in and out, curling his finger into her pubic bone and stimulating her G spot.
As her breath started to hike, he knelt down again and flicked her clit with his tongue, continuing to stimulate her from the inside with his right hand and reaching up with his left hand to rub his thumb against her nipple.
"Jellal…oh, Jellal…" she whispered. "Mm, Jellal…"
He let his finger play go on, until her breathing started to grow ragged and noisy, and her hips started bucking every so often. Both hands were in his hair now, pressing his mouth harder onto her while she grinded his face without care. Her insides began to grow less viscous, and he knew that she was soon ready.
Just ten seconds later, she suddenly blurted a confirmation. "I'm going to cum!"
"Mmm," he hummed into her, letting his deep voice vibrate against her clit. "Let me taste it, Erza."
His finger pushed into her one last time and she gasped. Feeling her contract and release onto his hand, he smiled and slowly pulled out his finger, touching her stomach with his wet hand. He leaned forward to kiss her, and she gratefully thanked him with her lips.
Jellal still felt very warm and very tired from the eggnog he had chugged down earlier that night, and he was already exhausted. So he plopped down, using her breasts as pillows, feeling her breath return to a normal pace before she giggled, wrapping her legs around him.
"You still haven't properly fucked me yet, Jellal," she reminded him.
"Too tired," he said, even though he knew she could feel him hard against her inner thigh.
"Get up," she told him, sitting up and pushing his head off her.
He stood on his knees, balancing as best as he could on the mushy sofa cushions. She joined him at the same height, on her knees as well. She leaned forward, weaving her fingers between his and bringing him in for a soft and kind kiss—a brief pause in their lovemaking.
His hands wrestled their way out of her hands and made their way to her ass, massaging both cheeks. She smiled, breaking their kiss, and looked up at him. He nuzzled her with his nose before taking her lips for another kiss and then lightly slapping her butt.
"Turn around," he whispered into her ear, and she did, pressing her ass against him.
He took a moment to admire this back-ended view of her, tracing a finger along the sexy crevice of her backbone. She shivered at his touch, arching her back and tilting her rear up at him. He ran his penis along her ass crack, feeling her lovely soft skin along his tip.
He stopped at the first opening he found and he hesitantly waited there for a moment, seeing if she would let him. She looked back slyly at him, smiling, and reached behind for his dick herself, moving the tip lower to the entrance she really wanted fucked.
"Not there, tonight, Santa," she said, sticking her tongue at him.
"Whatever you want, Mrs. Claus," he purred, leaning over her and kissing her on the back.
He rubbed himself up and down her wetness before giving it to her, slowly but completely. She took him all, letting out a long slow moan. He repositioned himself, placing his right foot onto the ground and keeping his left knee on the sofa, before taking her waist in both hands and then slowly pulling back out completely, watching her expanded entrance slowly begin to tighten again.
Before she completely tightened, he thrust deeply into her again, making her yelp in delight, and then finally began creating a rhythm between their bodies.
And—oh god—when was the last time they made love on the sofa? Maybe six years ago when their youthful libidos had nothing better to do than each other?
However the fuck long it had been, Jellal felt so damn good that the thought that they were fucking loudly and shamelessly in front of the Christmas tree while his two precious and innocent daughters were in bed waiting for the sun to rise completely faded from his thoughts. All that really mattered was making sure that his sexy little elf got what she wanted as an early Christmas present.
Come to think of it, this whole thing started because he was distracting her from finding out about her actual Christmas present.
Erza's panting was growing louder by the minute, and he made sure to increase the force of his thrusts, his balls slapping against her clit and his dick ramming straight into her. She began to make sounds with every pulse, tilting her ass up even higher to get him at a deeper angle.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her pitch growing higher and higher. "Fuck me, Jellal. Fuck me hard."
"Yeah?" he growled, feeling his member tighten inside her and her insides responding deliciously to him. "You wanna cum?"
"Fuck yeah, please. Please don't stop," she whined, pushing backwards onto his hips to get him even further in.
He took his hands from her waist, moving them to her hips. He slapped her ass playfully, which she responded well to.
"You want it?" he asked.
"Yes, make me cum."
"Again?" he teased, gripping her hips in preparation.
"Yes, make me cum again."
"You naughty girl," he purred.
"More, more, more," she begged him.
"Yeah, I'll give it to you," he assured, bracing himself before upping his speed by three, using his arm strength to jerk her up and down his dick.
It felt marvelous. He felt him jamming completely into her, hitting a wall inside her. Each time his tip pressed against her, he shot warm sensations up his member and he felt himself start to prepare to shoot. She started contracting around his member, squeezing harder from all sides, and the in-and-out movement grew easier and easier as she leaked more of her arousal.
She gasped, and suddenly threw her back, face falling to the sofa. Her knees wobbled and her hips stopped moving, except for a couple of sudden jerks that could have only meant that—
"You came?" he asked her, teasingly.
"Mmmm, I'm sorry," she said. "I should have told you."
He let her enjoy the rush in silence, slowing his fucking to a casual in and out, in time with her deepened breathing.
After a moment, she giggled and then pulled herself off him completely, turning around on all fours and breathing her hot breath onto his cock.
"Your turn, huh?" she asked him, her lips tickling his tip.
"Mmm, yeah…" he agreed, and tired, he lay back onto his back, resting his head onto the sofa's armrest, letting her get to work on him.
She smiled, reaching down into her sex and transferring some of her wetness between her tits.
"A titfuck?" he asked her.
"You haven't fucked these in a while," she simply explained, pressing her boobs together.
He groaned, seeing the cleavage and then let himself relax, watching her position herself before she pushed him through her tits. When seeing his tip emerge from the top of her cleavage, he groaned and thrusted up.
She smiled, pointing her mouth down and spitting onto his tip to add some lubrication. He moaned when feeling her warm saliva land onto his lip and begin to trickle down his shaft.
Erza pressed her tits together even harder, creating more pressure all along his shaft. He reached out his hands to help her squeeze her cleavage, covering her warm hands over his.
And then they started moving, and Jellal threw his head back at the delicious feeling of her soft and silky breasts sliding against his thick cock, lubricated by her juices.
At some point, she tucked her chin down and started sucking on his tip, circling it with his tongue.
"Oh, god, Erza…" he panted.
"You like that?" she said, taking her mouth off him for a second.
He nodded, and he couldn't even think of the words, just motioning her to continue.
Fucking in the middle of the night had been a great idea, he thought to himself, promising himself that he would try to repeat the whole experience one more time—a time when the house was all quiet except for their moaning, fucking until the morning—
"Mom?"
And just like that, he completely lost his will to cum.
"Oh shit," he whispered to her, getting up.
"No, no, stay here," Erza urgently commanded.
She already had a plan, running over to the other sofa and pulling off the throw. She kicked their thrown clothes somewhere off the corner of the room before quickly coming back to the sofa and laying on top of him, covering both their bodies with the sofa throw. She covered his face with a pillow and rested her head on it.
"Mommy?" the girls' voices were loud—Jellal could tell Wendy and Chelia were literally right there.
Jellal didn't think he'd ever be more afraid in his life.
Erza yawned, pretending to have just been woken up. "Wendy, Chelia, you're up so late!"
"What are you doing, Mommy?" Wendy asked.
"I'm sleeping in the living room today," Erza explained.
Jellal breathed as silently as he could, trying not to squeeze or cough, despite the itchy cloth of the pillow that Erza had pressed onto his face. Oh the things that he did in order to—
He felt a sly hand grip his member.
Was she actually—?!
And then she stroked.
He sucked in a breath and tried his best not to whimper. It felt so fucking good and he couldn't make a sound and Erza was such a naughty girl and why was she torturing him but it felt so damngood but so damn wrong because their daughters were right there.
"Why you sleeping down here and not with Daddy upstairs?" Chelia asked.
Little did they know that Daddy was just down below.
He felt himself growing harder again—and he hoped that his erection was not making a curious dent in the sofa throw—and actually how was she possibly stroking him without letting the girls notice?
"Well…" Erza said, slowly. "I'm just waiting for Santa to come."
Teehee. This maybe wasn't the hardcore hit-and-quit type you were getting ready for, but it's what I deem lazy casual sex—where it's a bit longer form albeit softer with some narrative between breaks—maybe matching their age a bit more. But I mean hey, everyone has their own preferences.
Also, I think I've added some elements that are relatively new to this story. ;)
And yeah, I made Wendy and Chelia the kids because…because I don't know! Those two are the youngest in the series, and they have the same hair color as the parents, and they're cute and good friends already, and I didn't feel like making up new OCs.
Anywho, drop a comment if you liked this chapter—and actually out of the five scenes (so far, haha, more to come later?!), let me know which one you've enjoyed the most!
Until next time comes around! ;) thir13enth
