I continue again, celebrating now the third day of Jerza Love Fest 2015—a party all on my own.
Except for you readers, of course! Thanks for the support and the whopping number of views this week. Hot Spring is (unsurprisingly) one of my most viewed stories but this week was lots crazier than usual. I can hardly believe that Hot Spring is my first lemon story ever—given that it's already 7 chapters long. Good grief.
Anywho, I now bring you: chains.
chains
It was a dilemma just waiting to happen.
"Why didn't you take your bike to get here?" he chided her before looking up at the gray clouds in the sky. "And why didn't you take an umbrella either?"
She looked utterly ashamed of herself, and he immediately felt bad about scolding her.
"I don't know…" she told him, looking down at her shoes. "I guess I just didn't expect it to rain."
He gave her a pitiful look. Erza was dressed in her best today—not that she didn't always look her best, but today was the first date they had had after a long period of choosing to stay in to watch Netflix and chill rather than actually go anywhere. She was dressed in heels and a cute simple strapless knee-length black A-line dress with a single white strip across the waist and a little white bow at the top of her dress (and as he so cleverly mentally noted, right at the point of her cleavage).
He took her into his arms and hugged her little pouty self. "It's okay," he told her. "I promise I'll get you home before the rain comes…as long as you don't mind sitting in the back of a bike."
She giggled, kissing him discreetly on the cheek. "My knight in shining armor."
Jellal flipped out his bike lock keys from his pocket and knelt down to unlock the chains around his bike. He guessed it was half his fault that they were in the whole situation—if he had just decided to drive rather than bike, they would have avoided this whole mess of Erza not having a ride and avoided the rain at the same time.
But alas, the restaurant she had chosen was much too close to the place to the place he was staying at for him to even bother trying to find parking, and he ended up with coming to the classy restaurant, dressed in a nice shirt, tie, and slacks—on a rusty and squeaky bike.
"Come on," he called out to her, resting one foot on the sidewalk and the other foot on the pedal opposite.
She carefully sat down on the wheel rack at the back of the bike, hugging his waist tightly.
"You're good?" he asked her, and when she confirmed, he looked up ahead of him and stood up on the pedal to get their momentum going.
He looked up at the swirling gray clouds in the sky, and his lip twisted when seeing the possibility that the promise he had just made to her might just be broken because of nature.
Erza's room in the Fairy Tail guild house was the complete opposite direction to his apartment, and while he would have just invited her over to his place for the night, given the rain, he thought she would appreciate some time for herself. After all, she had been over for the past couple days, and he didn't think there were many people (save Ultear and Meredy, bless their souls) that could handle living with him for more than a few days straight.
Jellal sighed to himself. There was no time that he wished that his Heavenly Body Magic was able to just move the clouds away. If he could already work with gravity, stars, meteors, comets, and not to mention the four basic elements, he didn't think there was a good reason that he couldn't do anything about the weather.
Maybe if he had the reverse magic of whatever Juvia possessed.
But he guessed there was something enchantingly simple and pleasant about biking Erza home, her arms clutched around him tightly and her head leaning against his back. Every now and then in the middle of her conversation, her laughter hummed sweetly against his spine.
So of course, due to all these good vibes, when a few couple of droplets of rain landed on his cheek, he was optimistic that he'd be able to make it to her home within the next fifteen minutes before the rain became too ridiculous to even bike through.
Then, he heard the worst sound he had ever heard in all of his years of living:
The clinking of his bike chains, the rip of fabric, and the choking of the wheel.
He didn't need her to tell him that something utterly terrible had just happened.
"Je-Jellal!" Erza exclaimed. "M-my dress caught!"
To prevent them from crashing into the curb, he threw himself off the bike, making sure to hang onto the handlebars so that Erza didn't go flying off—which would have been messy, since it seemed like part of her dress was still in the process of being eaten by the bike chains.
So much for his promise about getting her home—
Well, actually it hadn't started raining yet, so he didn't quite lose on that end just yet.
Erza was beyond flustered, already standing on the sidewalk over the fallen bicycle and pulling at the end of her dress to try to release herself from the bike. She was doing nothing but making it worse, and the fabric started to rip lengthwise, ripping further and further up the her thigh.
Jellal resisted the urge to facepalm himself. Why did he not take into consideration the fact that she was wearing a flowy dress that was definitely at high-risk chance for getting caught in the bike gears?
The idea to send her home was probably even worse than Erza's decision to walk to the restaurant and both of their mental lapses to not bring an umbrella just in case the weather turned upside down.
He immediately got down to the bike chains, not caring for the bike grease that was getting all over his hands. He wasn't really sure what to do—trying to untangle the fabric from the chains was definitely not working, but he also felt extremely irresponsible attempting to rip the probably-expensive dress even more in order to supposedly make things better. She didn't seem to care about the state of her clothing at this point since there was definitely no seamstress that existed in the world that could restore her dress, so he also began pulling as hard as he could to attempt to shred the black ribbons of dress stuck in the bike chains.
And of course, things had to get worse, and before he knew it started to pour.
It poured hard enough for him to stop trying to tangle the fabric of her dress from the bike chains to push his suddenly wet hair out of his eyes. Erza attempted to run to gain shelter under the veranda of a nearby business, but couldn't since her dress was still caught in his bike.
Cursing loudly, he picked up the bike and dragged it along with her at the same speed as she jogged over to the dry spot. Miraculously, somewhere in the middle of that run, her dress fabric snapped, finally disconnecting her from the bike, but also leaving her with very ripped clothes.
Not particularly caring for himself more than he did about her, he threw his bike to the side, approaching Erza, who was shuddering and looking downright miserable in her ruined dress and wet hair.
"I'm wet," she sniffed.
"I'm so sorry, Erza," he apologized, thoroughly disappointed in himself for overlooking everything. He hugged her, thinking that it wouldn't make a difference that he was all wet if she was completely soaked to the core too.
He looked around them—perhaps they would just wait out the rain and walk the rest of the way. Oh, but that sounded like a bad idea since the redhead was still in her heels and they had quite a way up the hill to her guild house. Not only that, but it was probably downright embarrassing for her to be wearing a completely tattered dress, her hair wet and messed up, and her nose dripping with cold.
Jellal frowned. He most definitely didn't want their date day to end up like this. They were supposed to be home, warm and dry after their fantastic dinner, enjoying their time resting in bed with occasional loving texts from each other.
But there was hope! Behind them he noted that they happened to be taking shelter underneath the sign board of a small hotel.
"Hey," he told her, turning their bodies around, still in their embrace, to face her to the hotel sign. "Let's rent out a room for now? Maybe dry up while we're waiting the rain out?"
She looked up and nodded, but he could tell that she was still quite mopey.
"Come on," he said, letting her go and taking her hand.
They headed into the hotel lobby, and he pretend the receptionist wasn't giving them an odd look as their rain-soaked, tattered-clothes, and bike-greased hands selves made their way to the counter. He let Erza sit quietly to the side in one of the lounge sofas while he arranged the booking, eventually receiving a key.
"You okay, Erza?" he asked her, taking her hand again and leading her up to the room.
She didn't say a word.
He opened the door and shuffled her in. "Erza?" he asked again, and when he didn't get an immediate response from her, he suggested, "How about you take a shower first?" He looked into one of the wardrobes and found a couple of complimentarily provided bathrobes. "Then you can change into this? And we can dry your dress in the meantime."
Jellal looked up at her, worried about the fact that she wasn't her usual spirited self in the face of adversity. But she nodded quickly and headed to the bathroom, taking the bathrobe that he handed off to her on her way there.
After she finished her shower, she looked at least a little bit more refreshed. Jellal hopped in and out of the shower as quickly as possible before sitting on the bed, joining her.
"Hey," he asked. "You okay?"
"Yeah…" she finally said, softly. Her eyes casually glanced over at her tattered dress, which she now had hanging on the back of a chair.
"I'm sorry, Erza," he apologized.
"It's okay," she said. "We were just unlucky."
He looked behind them at the window, checking the weather. But he didn't need to see the dreary clouds and an occasional flash of lightning in the sky to know that it was still pouring hard, hearing the pounding of large raindrops against the window.
"You can requip into new clothes, right?" he asked her, trying to make the situation seem lighter.
To his surprise, she shook her head.
"I don't use requip for ordinary day and mundane things," she explained quickly.
"Why not?"
"Would you have used Meteor to get us home quickly before the rain started?" she retorted.
"That's different," he defended. "I can't carry someone with me because the air resistance is dangerous—"
He stopped when seeing her cross her arms.
"Okay, I get your point," he said, before taking her hand in both of his. "I'm really sorry, Erza. I'm sorry that today turned out like this."
She took a deep breath in and out. "Everything was supposed to be perfect today," she frowned. "I was going go on a date with you and we were going to have fun."
He couldn't help but smile. "We did go on a date," he told her. "We are having fun. And the day is still perfect as far as I know because I'm with you."
This cracked a smile on her face, but she tried to cover it up with a fake frown. "Well, that doesn't change the fact that our clothes are soaking wet," she pouted.
"We'll use the hairdryer to dry our clothes," he said.
"And we don't have a way to get back home."
"I'll get us a cab."
"And I don't know what we can do right now."
"Well…" he said, cupping her face in his hands. "We can just cuddle."
This broke the smile over her face. She giggled. "Heehee, that sounds good."
"Mmm," he agreed and then leaned in to give her a long deep kiss. Their bodies slowly fell to the mattress as they landed on their sides, lips locked together.
He could tell that her mood had turned—the kiss that she returned to him was sweet and strong spirited.
"You know…" he murmured, looking into her eyes and brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "We can still make the most of the day."
"Oh…" she purred, and he felt her hand part the fabric of his robe to touch his bare warm chest with her fingers. "What were you thinking of doing?"
He shivered at the feel of her tickling cold fingers and at the excitement building up at the base of his masculinity. He kissed her gently and sucked on her bottom lip, letting it go slowly.
"I wasn't really thinking of a what…more of a who," he whispered, his breath on her wet lips.
She gave him a little laugh before leaning forward and bringing him in for another kiss. Eyes closed, still focusing on the feelings she was giving him through her tongue's gentle caresses, he moved his hand downwards to the knot of the bathrobe around her waist, tugging at the end of it and loosening it.
He didn't see it because his eyes were still shut, but as he slowly touched her skin as he parted the bathrobe fabric, he imagined the sight of seeing the seductive slice from her neck to the valley in between her breasts to her bellybutton, and simply the mental image of it was enough to make him growl into their kisses.
Jellal put his hand on her stomach and moved down, coming closer to the silky smooth skin of her center, but as he passed over the curve of her groin before her silky smooth center, he realized that the space was already occupied by another hand—her own.
"Hey, you," he smiled into their kiss and looked down to see that indeed, Erza was already discretely arousing herself while they had been making out. His eyes moved back to hers, seeing her bashful sorry-not-sorry face. "You're already doing yourself the favor, huh?"
Erza didn't reply—but he could hear her breathing growing light and broken as her face flushed while she continued to fiddle with her clit.
"Let me watch you play with yourself," he told her.
"Heh," she smiled, small beads of sweat forming at her brow and her breath quickening.
"Is this what you do when you're thinking of me late at night?" he asked her, bringing his lips close to her ear.
"Mhm," she said, a little more high-pitched than usual and biting her lip cutely.
"Good," he growled, nibbling the outer lobe of her ear and resting his hand along her outer thigh.
At his words, she exhaled a small moan, and her eyebrows knitted together as her hand steadily increased in rhythm and speed. Her thighs grew slightly more split apart as she gave herself more access to her inner folds.
"Oh don't be shy, I know you're louder than this," he chuckled under his breath. "Moan for me."
Erza's eyebrows furrowed deeper and her lips parted slightly to release a sound of pleasure. "Mmm, yeah," she moaned, as if under his command. "Jellal, yes…"
"Huh?" he seductively joked. "What do you want, babe?"
"Ah, oh god," she whined, completely not paying attention to what he was saying. She repositioned herself quickly on the bed, and he watched herself insert a finger into herself, her hips angling upwards to receive the penetration.
Jellal was getting all hot and bothered just watching her fingerfuck herself, and he could tell that his member really wanted in for the action as well. He quickly tossed aside his bathrobe to the floor before turning back to watching a highly aroused Erza continue to get herself off.
He watched her work her way to a climax—something that he was definitely familiar with identifying—before he reached over to push the bathrobe off her chest, exposing both her tits and their still supple nipples. He leaned back to her ear, kissing the skin at the crux of her neck just before whispering to her.
"Are you going to cum?" he cooed softly.
"Yeah," she sighed sharply before giving out a frustrated moan.
And with that, he decided to help her, just a little bit, taking one of her breasts and molding it under his fingertips before squeezing it lightly and flicking its tip with his tongue. He leaned in towards her to later envelop his entire mouth over the nipple, letting his hardened cock graze her skin to tell her that he was hot and ready.
"Jellal…" she groaned before her voice turned into scattered whines and short forced breaths. "Jellal, make me cum," she begged. "Oh please use your mouth, please, please, I'm so close…"
He lifted his head from her breast and looked in the direction of her arousal, seeing her hand—now two fingers—sliding in and out of her rapidly.
"Of course, babe," he promised, moving in that direction. He kneeled directly across from her clit and, holding her ass in both hands, ran his tongue over her center, taking over the job of her hand—glistening with her juices. She tasted sweet and ripe, thanks to her earlier masturbation, and he eagerly continued teasing the folds between her thighs, occasionally sucking softly at her opening.
Her moans grew in volume—right to the intensity that he loved to hear her sing. She repeated his name over and over again, as her hands moved down to spread herself even wider for him.
"Flip yourself over for me," he commanded, pulling his tongue away from her.
She whined loudly in complaint but nevertheless turned herself around on bed, lying flat on her stomach before bringing herself up to her hands and knees, pushing her ass backwards towards him so that he could continue.
With this position, his tongue had much easier and direct access inside her, and he showed her just that, prodding in and out of her opening with the tip. Her more hurried breath and bucked hips signified that he was getting her closer to her climax. He took a moment to regain his breath quickly, before he swiftly modified their positions. He lay down onto his back, feet moving between her knees, and pulled her back with him, letting her sit directly on his face, backwards.
"Split your legs wide open and ride my face until you cum, Erza," he told her, kissing her wet center. "I want to taste it."
"Ah, ah, ah," she panted, her hands holding her sturdy on top of him while she sat further down onto him and rubbed her arousal all over his mouth, feeling his tongue butterfly along her clit and the edges of her opening.
Eventually she lost balance, collapsing onto his body, but finding his cock right in front of her face, decided to pay him back the favor, taking his erection completely into her mouth all at once.
He groaned into her and lapped at her harder, before slathering one finger in the mixture of his spit and her arousal and gently massaging the skin around her asshole. He felt her entire body shiver when feeling his finger prodding at her backend entrance. Her lips around his cock grew loose and once he actually pushed his finger into her ass one joint in, she let out one sharp gasp, so into his eating her out and assplay that she was unable to continue blowing him.
Jellal worked her harder, circling his tongue around her clit and pushing and pulling his finger in and out of her tight hole until she caved in.
"Ah! I'm cumming!" she exclaimed, her thighs shuddering and her hands grasping the bedsheets. She rested her hand onto his lower abdomen, letting herself catch her breath. "So good, Jellal, you're so fucking good…"
He grinned, feeling her drip the last bits of her climax over his lips and waiting for her legs to stop vibrating.
And then—much to surprise, he started eating her out again.
She gasped a couple times. "Je-Jelllal!"
"I'm going to make you cum again," he growled. "Just sit back and let me take care of business."
"I-I just came—I can't…oh god—"
Her body soon started rocking back and forth on its own onto his face, when he felt her red hot, sensitive, and plump clit pass over his tongue, he put a little pressure on it before flicking it and then circling it with his lips.
It didn't take her very much more beyond this to make her cum yet again, and this time her climax was even louder and even more intense.
"Oh god, please, Jellal—you're so—ah!" she exclaimed, a secondary orgasmic aftershock spreading through her body. "Oh, oh, ah…" she moaned softly, panting and then turning around to give him an open-mouthed kiss, tasting the salt of her orgasms over his lips and tongue. "That felt so fucking good," she whispered into the crook of his neck.
Erza flipped around to her side, letting Jellal spoon her from behind, and the two of them lay there to rest and catch their breath for a moment.
However, while Erza was enjoying the pleasure from her previous orgasms, Jellal—although happy to give it to her—was still left hanging from her unfinished blowjob, and he tested the waters of her interest to let him fuck her by letting the tip of his cock, guided by his hand, draw abstract patterns over the small of her back.
She caught on quickly.
"What do you want, Jellal?" she teased.
He was more direct. "I want to fuck you."
"Yeah?" she cooed. "Well then, you dirty boy, show me how to fuck."
He didn't skip a beat. He quickly lifted her thigh and slid straight into her slick entrance, the whole motion making a lewd sound that made both of them sigh with the ease of the whole process. He pumped into her, back and forth, and back and forth, gradually lifting her knee up. As he moved in and out, he knelt his mouth down to her neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin, making her mewl and beg for him to fuck harder.
So he did, rocking his hips further up. He watched his body slam against her ass, seeing the luscious wiggle of her bottom as his dick disappeared inside her, sheathing itself into her warm silky centers. He looked up ahead of them and was surprised to notice something—
"Oh look, Erza," he said, between breaths. "There's a mirror behind the door."
"Hm?" she asked, but it was more like a high pitched grunt.
"Look how hot that is," he marveled, admiring their mirror image. "Look at you take me in."
"Mmm, yeah…harder, please," she moaned, reaching her hand behind herself to tussle his hair.
Jellal was still captivated by the mirror—seeing Erza's panting and flushed face, her tits bouncing up and down, her leg lifted up wide by the strong arm behind her, his member plunging in and out, and his own face looking up from behind her. Just watching him fuck her was enough to push him halfway closer to his climax.
Erza must have been turned on by watching them in the mirror as well, because she suddenly turned her head toward him.
"Okay, stop admiring and fuck me," she suddenly barked. "I thought you were going to show me how to fuck."
"I am," he stressed, slamming into her on the second word.
"Then get on top."
"Oh, that's a first," he purred, slowly moving his body up and above hers, erection hanging downwards and aimed for her center. "What's the occasion?"
"There is none. Just fill me up with your thick cock," she growled. "Show me who's boss."
"Getting feisty now, are we? You bad girl," he teased. He knelt down and kissed her passionately before taking both her wrists and holding them above her head.
She whimpered and he took the opportunity to suck her tits. She moaned loudly and arched her back, her hands straining to move downwards to hold her breasts, but he kept his weight on her wrists to keep her pinned down.
"Oh, Jellal, Jellal," she panted with an open mouth, breathing hard. Her legs came up around his waist, hugging him and bringing his hips closer to her. "Please, please."
"Who's boss, now?" he asked her, lifting his mouth from her tits.
"You are," she gasped.
"Then stop making the commands," he growled. He nudged her thighs with his knee. "Now spread your legs wide for me, dear. Your body is mine."
Jellal couldn't think of a better reason to value her flexibility. He watched her sexy, sculpted legs split, lifting up and out so that her ankles were at her ears. For extra good measure, she tucked her feet under his arms, which were still pinning her wrists down to the mattress.
She was so fucking open, and all he had to do was go in.
He grunted and she gasped when he dropped his hips and slid into her in one shot. Each time he slammed into her, their bodies made a slapping sound and she cried in a combination of pain and pleasure. He was going so deep—god, this was so hardcore—he was hitting a wall in there and he worried that he would break her, but she felt so good and she was asking for more and telling him how much she wanted him—
"I'm gonna cum!" he suddenly blurted, panting.
"Give me all of it, Jellal. I want it all."
He cursed and released, contracting deep within her, letting his hips go on their own course while his mind fuzzed into nothing but pure satisfaction.
"Mmm…" Erza's cooing brought him back to the hotel room, where they lay on the mattress with their arms tangled around each other and their breaths hurried and hard as they caught up with their heart rates. She wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him sweetly. "That was a really good fuck," she admitted with a sigh. She lay back on the bed, limbs sprawled.
"Yeah," he agreed, reaching his arm over and pulling her waist in to give her a half hug.
She looked out the window behind him. "It's still raining," she observed.
He smirked. "Well, I can still go for more."
Yes, Netflix exists in Fairy Tail-verse. At least for this scene. I wanted to use the phrase and found this ripe opportunity.
And hey! I've made it through more than half this week! (Read: self-imposed week of writing hell.) This one may have been my favorite to write so far—actually I don't know, ribbons was sorta fun too. Let me know how you've been dealing with reading all these citrus-y scenes the past couple of days! (Read: I like reviews. A lot. They make me happy.)
Your ever tired lemon writer,
thir13enth
