Thank you to everyone that supported the story! Definitely wouldn't have been able to prompt myself to write anything without your suggestions and requests! Anyway, this is your encore! (Think of these as extra scenes that happened in Jellal's head throughout the night that didn't actually make it into the real meat of the story.)

And oh, would you look at that. I'm just in time for Jerza Love Fest week! (or...at least I'll be celebrating on my own since it was cancelled...fellow writers, hit me up if you want to start something!)

Yes, I wish I had the time to write lemon every day this week for you, but unfortunately…actually wait, why am I not even trying? I at least owe that to you. (Or…can this possibly be for my own pleasure?)

Anyway, enjoy this for now. I'll see what I can do for you tomorrow! ;)


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Today was Erza's birthday.

It was never difficult to find Erza a birthday present, because every year he pretty much did the same thing—

"Oh, Jellal…" she moaned. "Yes…"

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes…more," she begged.

There was no way he wasn't going to oblige.

He scooped up another spoon of strawberry shortcake and held it up to her mouth.

"Mmm," she said, licking her lips before opening her mouth and taking in another bite of rich whipped cream, honey sweet strawberries, and a spongey soft shortcake. "So good…"

He smiled, watching her eyelids flutter in divine pleasure.

"You always get the most perfect strawberry shortcakes, Jellal," Erza told him.

"Only for my most perfect Erza," he replied, and then pulled the spoon away from her face so that he could kiss her on the nose.

She giggled, a light and happy tinkle that tickled his soul.

He stared at her sparkling eyes another moment before scooping up another spoon of shortcake and presenting it to his scarlet-haired beauty. "Ready?" he asked her, gently.

To his surprise, she shook her head and pushed the morsel away from her.

"You should have some," she demanded, wrestling the spoon from his hand and transferring the metal utensil to her nimble fingers before he could protest against it. She waggled her eyebrows at his exaggeratedly astonished face. "Open your mouth," she commanded.

So he did, and she immediately stuffed his face with the cake, so hard that the curve of the metal clanged against his teeth.

"Ow!" he grimaced, although the sweet cake definitely mollified the pain a little bit.

She laughed again, apologizing and then reaching for the napkin on the table, dabbing at his chin to clear away some of the cream and crumbs.

"I do a much better job of this than you," he said, snatching the spoon away from her and raising another bite of cake to her lips, which she happily consumed.

"You didn't have to come all the Magnolia in the middle of your guild work just to feed me strawberry shortcake," she frowned, in between chewing. "I don't want to chain you down and be a burden."

"That's the last thing you are to me," he stressed.

Even if they weren't going to allow themselves to be officially tied to each other, that wasn't going to stop them from being together, and to Jellal, that was the most important thing, labels completely pushed aside. People could say whatever shit they wanted about their relationship-not-relationship, but the words used to describe their couplehood didn't matter to him—as long as he was able to spend time with this beautiful woman before sitting before him.

He hoped that the way that he looked into her eyes told her just that, because the feelings he had for her were ones that he didn't trust his words to convey.

He was always bad at speaking anyway.

"Now," he said, scooping up another bite of strawberry shortcake. "Who wants some more cake?"

"Mmm," she purred. "The way you say that is so sexy."

He fought back a blush, seeing her half-lidded eyes looking at him with intense adoration. He held up the spoon in front of her eyes, hoping that this would take her attention off him so that he could take a breather from her passionate gaze.

It didn't, and he held his breath, eyes frozen in place.

The spell she had on him didn't even fade as she leaned forward to eat the cake off the spoon. He felt his lips move along with hers, mimicking the opening and closing of her lips as she swallowed the sweet whole. When he looked back to her eyes, he noticed that she had never looked away from him—and that she had most definitely caught him staring at her lips while she was taking the bite of dessert from him.

She pushed his hand away from them—the spoon he was holding clanging onto the table and sliding a few inches over the polished wood table—and then closed the distance between them, kissing him with the same passion that she had been staring at him with.

"Oh god, Erza…" he whispered breathily in between kisses, very suddenly aroused. He pulled her arms toward him, bringing her into his lap. The metal of their armor scratched against each other, and Jellal swore that was the sweetest sound he had ever heard in all of his lifetime.

The wood of the dining chair creaked under both of their weight, but Jellal supposed a few splinters would have been totally worth whatever they were about to get into.

Her soft hands ran up over his armor and up to his neck, caressing what bare skin of him that she could while she sucked on his lips. He opened his mouth to let her in, and she immediately took advantage of it, wrapping her tongue with his. He tasted remnants of sugar and cream on her tongue and smacked his lips.

"Mmm," he told her. "Sweet."

She pulled back to give him a wry smile and then leaned forward again to give him an open-mouthed kiss on his neck.

His neck was one of his most sensitive spots and he secretly had a love and hate relationship with how she abused that fact about him. Once she was on his neck, he could think of nothing else but ripping all their clothes off and pouncing on her.

But she was sitting on his lap, her knees straddling his hips, her hands squeezing the hard muscles of his biceps tightly, and he could do nothing but growl in the pleasure of her advances.

"Hey, hey," he said, in a low voice. "You have to finish your cake first—it's going to get dry."

She lifted her head to smile mischievously at him, the tips of her scarlet hair tickling his collarbones.

"Well," she replied salaciously, a glistening drop of saliva on her bottom lip. "I'm getting wet, and I want to finish you first."

He wasn't sure if he groaned because of the double pun she made or because she had genuinely turned him completely on.

He rolled his head backwards into his seat, hitting his head against the hard wood of the dining chair. The stars that scattered over his eyes from the impact only bettered the sensation of her butterfly kisses along his jawline and the tracing of her teasing fingers along the collar of his armor.

Jellal was growing extra hot underneath the armor and he slowly pulled his arms out of her grip to start pulling all the metal off. She didn't stop him, eventually letting him reveal his bare torso—already glistening with a small sheen of sweat—to her, and she ran her hands all along his hot skin, pushing aside his armor and letting it fall clumsily to the floor.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his body and kissing her fully on the lips, feeling the smooth metal of her armor pressing against him. He withdrew, letting himself breathe, and moaned when he realized the she had absolutely no intention of lifting her lips from his skin, slithering her mouth down his jaw to the crook of his neck, along his collarbone, and down his chest. She lifted a small section of his skin with her teeth and gently bit down on it, making him gasp.

"Mmm…" she murmured, licking the same spot between his pectorals. "Yummy."

Jellal breathed out and swallowed thickly, turning his eyes up to the ceiling before his eyes rolled backwards and he closed them to enjoy the feeling of her body slowly sliding off his lap and her mouth venturing lower to his abdomen.

Her chin was resting right on top of the bulge of his member, and every time she ducked her head down to kiss a lower part of his stomach, she brushed right over the raised fabric, sending him chills from his groin all the way to the back of his head.

"Erza…" he sighed.

She brought her fingers to his lips to quiet him. "Just lie back in that chair," she told him. "I'm going to make you cum so hard, you're going to forget how to breathe."

He bit his lip, unable to admit exactly how bad he wanted her at that very moment.

"Mmm," she said, "See, I'm so wet…"

And when he opened his eyes, he realized that she had snuck one hand down under her blue skirt—and he knew precisely what she was doing to herself.

She lifted her hand up his chest, spreading some of her glistening arousal over him. The viscous liquid cooled over his warm skin, setting chilly goosebumps over his abdomen.

"Oh, what's here?" she cooed, putting her hand over the protrusion in his pants. She massaged it a little bit under her strong fingers, making his hips cock and slide forward in the chair.

She eventually found the tip of his member—despite being underneath all that fabric—and rounded her lips around it, squeezing on it between the heavy cotton.

He felt his hips pulsing up and down in time with her teasing. Jesus Christ, she had such a talent and he was such a terrible person for enjoying it.

"You're so hard, Jellal. You really want me to suck you off, huh?"

"Yes…" was all he could utter.

"Are you going to let me taste you?" she asked him, his hands creeping up on the waistband of his pants.

"Fuck yeah," he told her, bringing his hands down to join hers in pulling his pants off.

His pants fell to his ankles and he relished the exposure, his skin cooling and his member completely bouncing free from its fabric restraints.

She nuzzled his sex, juggling it between her soft cheeks and smooth lips.

"I love how big you get when I talk to you like this," she purred against his cock.

Erza waited for Jellal to dare to look at her mouth, which was kissing his erection, before she flicked her tongue on it, her pink tongue lapping at him.

"I want to lick all your sweet cream off," she demanded of him. "So you better give it to me."

The deep growl that emerged from his throat almost surprised him—especially the words that passed through his lips:

"If you want it so much, then you better get to work."

She rose a seductive eyebrow, but she didn't question him—and took him in completely.

"Awww, shit," he drawled, letting her fall up and down on him a few times before reaching a hand out and pulling her oh-so-sexy red hair out of her face.

She released him from her mouth, wrapping her hand around him and jerking him off to keep him going.

"Yeah, that's right, fuck my face," she encouraged him.

And that was when he reached his second hand behind her head and pushed her head into him, as she took him with a wide-open and willing mouth.

"Fuck, Erza, fuck," he panted, his pelvis hitting against her lips hard. She was sucking hard, in pulses, and her tongue was doing wonders while tucked underneath his member.

He felt so fucking royal—sitting up in a chair and getting a blowjob, his dick hitting the back of her throat and her mouth so enthusiastically taking it.

And shit, he suddenly felt himself contracting. He was about to cum—in the shortest time he had ever experienced in his life.

She lifted her head up, her mouth open wide to take a deep breath in. The entire bottom half of her face was messy with her saliva, and a thick droplet of it hung low from the bottom of her lip. After her breath, she leaned her face back towards him.

"I love sucking your cock," she told him, slurping against his member's tight thin skin between sentences. "And when you cum, I'm going to like it all clean."

As crazy as it sounded, he did not want to come at that moment—she had succeeded in climaxing him in less than five minutes and he did not want everything to end then.

"Oh god, Erza—" and he gasped, unable to finish his sentence. "Erza—I'm going to cum. Stop."

She popped his dick out of her mouth, making a lewd sound.

"So?" she smiled, flicking her tongue on the back end of his tip—a very sensitive spot.

"I don't—" and he inhaled quickly. "I don't want to cum yet."

"Hmph," she remarked, before pressing her lips hard against his tip and slowly opening her mouth as she leaned forward to slowly and tightly take him completely in.

"Oh please, please—Erza," he moaned.

She gently pulled her mouth away, a line of saliva and his pre-cum stretching out between her mouth and his member.

"Is that you begging for me to make you cum or not?" she teased.

He exhaled sharply and immediately reached down to pick her up by her arms before she could do anything more treacherous with her lips.

"Oh no, no, don't. Come here," he scolded her, sitting her back on his lap.

He let his member take a quick breather, until he felt the pulsing at the base of his very masculinity fade a bit away, before he let her sit down completely on top of him. Her shins were propped on either side of his thighs, and as she came down, he felt his dick slowly pressing further into the wet cloth of her underwear.

"That's right, baby, split your legs for me," he purred into her neck.

She moaned, squatting down into the feeling of him pushing into her through the fabric of her panties.

"Get these stupid clothes off me, Jellal," she huffed at him, gyrating and bouncing up and down on him.

He did exactly that, tugging the armor off her and tossing it aside to the floor like his previously removed clothes. He didn't bother with her bra, taking the center of the strap and snapping it off. She rose her arms above her head to help get the bothersome thing completely off, moaning as he leaned forward to take a hardened nipple into his mouth.

She leaned backwards, arching her back, and before the two of them completely fell forwards out of the chair, he lifted her and gracefully hoisted her onto the dining room table, laying her back against the polished wood. Her body landed with a quiet thud, and the cake spoon that was thrown aside earlier clanged against the wood on the impact.

"Yes, Jellal," she moaned, pressing his face into her tits. He breathed both her nipples, molding her breasts underneath his hands, before choosing one to take into his mouth and play around with on his tongue.

Erza mewled, wrapping her legs tight around his waist. She crawled her feet up and around his torso, walking her feet step by step up his chest before reaching her ankles to his shoulders, her toes brushing against his ears.

He growled, heeding his tongue's attention to her other nipple, and propped her up against the edge of the table, while he pressed his member back deep into the fabric of her underwear, prodding the tip lightly in and out of her center.

"Fuck me. Right now," she suddenly said, her hands clawing at his back.

Jellal lifted his mouth from her cleavage. "How do you want me?" he smirked.

"Hard," she whispered harshly into his ear, without hesitation. "Long, hard, and fast."

"Yeah?" he asked her, his hands moving down to remove her skirt and underwear.

"I always get what I want," she panted, under her breath.

"Yeah, you do," he confirmed, pulling the rest of her clothes completely off her. He threw her clothes over his head, releasing her sweet aroma to him.

Her hand slipped down and she grabbed the base of his cock, pointing it straight into her center. She guided him up and down, dousing his tip along her perimeter.

And out of nowhere, she started stroking him with her hand, his member aimed at her opening. He grunted, feeling the old momentum from earlier build up within him.

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you," he reminded her, almost coming out in a snarl.

"I do…" she purred, her ankles wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling his head toward her so that she could look him straight in the eyes. "I'm just getting you nice and hard first."

"Don't get all confident about how much of me you can take," he chided her, pumping his hips to push his tip an inch in and out of her.

She gasped at his sudden provoking. "Hmph," she told him, her hand gripping his cock. "Why don't we see what I can do then?"

He growled at the challenge. "I'm going to fuck you hard then."

"Bring it," she snarled.

He shut her up by entering her, hastily. He moved in and out, ramming himself against her, with a force that shook the table beneath her body. She moaned his name and arched her back, gasping and tightening her grip around his neck with her ankles.

"You like that?" he asked her, between strokes.

She nodded her head, mewling. Her hands massaged her tits between her fingers. "You feel so fucking good," she told him.

Erza was sliding back onto the table away from the edge of the table, and he was starting to lose length with her, so he repositioned both of them, taking her thighs and sliding her back up against him, her skin making a dirty squeak against the wood and her juice that had run off onto the surface of the table.

He rocked back and forth, angling himself in all different kinds of degrees—encouraged by her moaning, fueled by her calling out his name, exhilarated by how fucking tight and slick she was, excited by how he was starting to feel the growing urge to spill out into her.

He waited—oh so fucking patiently—to feel her insides beginning to contract against him.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming," she shrieked.

He held his breath, letting himself go as well.

"Agh!" she screamed, her hips rocking up and landing back down with a thud onto the table. He released into her, feeling his cum fill her up to the brim and leak out a little bit. "Shit!" she yelled, her thighs wobbling and her ankles shuddering behind his neck.

She moaned pleasantly, letting her breathing catch up with her heart rate.

He sorta fell over her, squeezing her body between the table and his torso, tired from their play. He reached his lips up to kiss her ear and laughed softly.

"Hm…" he whispered, rather innocently breath tickling her. "Maybe there was a reason why I came all the way to Magnolia to feed you some strawberry shortcake."

She might have slapped him right then and there, but she decided instead to lift his face up and kiss him deeply.

"Then you can come as much as you want," she purred.

And whether she had meant for him to come or to cum as much as he wanted...

He would never know. Not that it really mattered...


Oh. Damn it. The prompt was ribbon. I'm sorry, everyone, I completely forgot about the ribbon…And I actually had a good idea with that one too. I'm sorry that my smut did not fulfill the objective. :( I guess I started word vomiting and now that I looked back at everything and realized how wrong I was when I looked at the top of the document and saw the word ribbon.

Okay, I'll write a do-over. I'll do ribbon for next chapter! But anyway, as I'm writing up the next scene, I'm hoping to hear for more prompts! Tell me what you want, my lovelies, and I'll see to it that it happens this Jerza Love Fest Week, albeit tired and in need of a lot more than just caffeine.

I'm also doing Nanowrimo (Coincidentally I'm writing yet another Jerza fic. I know, why do I make the time for this?) so…we'll see how this smut writing works out in my schedule.

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