Sorry friends, really short drabble today. Not too much time left in my day but I promised to do all the days of Jerza Love Fest so I'm trying really hard. :D Today's prompt is handprints.


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Oh god.

Erza was not going to like this at all.

Not one bit.

"What am I going to do with you, Simon?" he scolded the scarlet-haired child, whose hands were dripping with paint—which was slowly turning into a sickening deep brown-purple-green goop between his small stubby fingers.

The kid clapped his hands happily—splattering some more dots of color over the floor—gurgling a cheerful tune and completely oblivious to what kind of trouble he was about to get his father into.

Jellal sighed, bending down and picking up the toddler. The weary man didn't particularly care that his son began to smear his shirt and his face with the paint left on his hands—he was already covered in streaks of color from trying to chase after the kid earlier.

"I leave to go to the bathroom for one minute—and you've already run into Mommy and Daddy's bedroom and covered the hallways in paint on your way there," he continued to rant to the wriggling young child in his hands. "Your Mommy is never going to trust me to leave you alone in the house with me ever again."

He turned the corner into the bathroom.

"And not only did you do all that but you also even dared to—"

His child laughed, blowing a raspberry at his father, interrupting him.

The blue-haired mage gave the toddler a glare—soft but stern—as he leaned over to prepare a bath. He placed his hand under the water stream, checking the temperature while washing off the dried paint on his hands from earlier.

He sat the child down onto the toilet, pulling off the kid's clothes and diaper before putting him down into the water.

"Alright, you little human," he said, taking some baby bath soap with one hand while making sure he was holding the kid still.

Jellal washed the child thoroughly, cooing every now and then to the toddler and hoping that some of the vocabulary that he was presenting would eventually be picked up by the kid. After the quick bath, Jellal dried him off, dressed him into a fresh diaper and set of clean clothes, and carried him back to the crib in the child's room.

Fortunately for Jellal, the tyke was already beginning to close his eyes, so putting him to sleep wasn't as hard as it was in earlier nights.

"You're just so tired from all that painting and making the house a mess, aren't you?" he asked the toddler, nuzzling the child's scarlet hair.

Simon gurgled a little bit, and Jellal couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, goodnight you little troublemaker," he said, before leaning forward and kissing the toddler's forehead.

He watched Simon's heavy breathing for a moment before taking his leave, ready to take care of the mess that the child had made. He would have to first get to work cleaning off the paint from the walls.

And then he'd deal with…

Well, he didn't even want to think about it yet.

He sighed, taking a new sponge out of the cleaning supplies closet and pulling some detergent and paper towels from underneath the bathroom sink. After getting himself all set up, he pulled off his shirt, not wanting to get that even more colorful than it already was, and squatted down at the first streak of color on the hallway walls—a red handprint.

He started to concurrently scrub and dry the paint off the walls.

Fortunately for Jellal, the paint that he had let Simon creatively express himself with was precisely the type that was made for kids that were as troublesome as Simon—so although Jellal had a lot to clean up after, it didn't take him too much time to finish the entire hallway.

And in fact, Jellal thought for a brief moment that he might have had enough time before Erza got back to actually take care of—

But then he heard the front door unlock, and he harshly finished cleaning off the last patch of paint from the hallway walls before tossing the discolored sponge into the sink and standing awkwardly in front of the kitchen counter, waiting for her to come in.

"Hey," he said, as casually as he could, his heart beating fast.

He tried to make it into some form of a seductive pose—after all, he already had his shirt off.

And fortunately, she fell for it.

"Oooh," the scarlet-haired mother cooed, immediately noticing that her husband was already half-undressed before they were even in bed. She dropped her purse on the kitchen counter and came up to Jellal to place her hands on his chest and tiptoed to give him a peck on the lips. "What's the occasion?" she asked, leaning into him and giving him a mischievous smile.

He returned as good of a grin that he could offer and shrugged, unable to come up with a decent lie on the spot. "Just saving you the effort for later," he replied, instead, opting for a flirty line.

Erza laughed with a low voice. "Mmm," she said, trailing her hands up to his shoulders and admiring his broad build as her fingers slid down his arms, reaching down to clasp her hands within his.

Which is when she noticed that his hands were wet.

"Oh!" she gasped, looking down, and he gave her a bashful smile, lifting his hands up to show her that there was nothing indecent about the moisture on his hands.

"I took Simon to take a bath," he explained.

"Oh, did you?" she cooed. "What a good and delicious husband."

"Delicious?" he chuckled.

"Yes, delicious," she affirmed, eyeing his chest again before leaning forward to kiss him on the lips again. "And did you already put him to bed?"

"Yeah, he's already asleep," Jellal told her, which brought a smirk up to her lips.

"Well then," she said lustfully, pulling off her suit jacket. "Looks like we can get right to work then."

He gave her a brief laugh, circling her waist with his arms and bringing her right up against his chest.

"I thought that's what you just came back from," he growled into her neck, kissing it before he sucked gently on the flushed skin.

"Overtime then," she sighed, moaning into the butterflies he was trailing down her collarbone, feeling his fingers starting to work the buttons of her shirt off.

"Oh?" he purred, letting her shirt fall to the floor and bringing his hands back to her waist and slapping her bottom. "Who told you to do those hours? Your boss?"

She giggled before suddenly hoisting herself onto him, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. She whispered into his ear. "Yeah—let's talk privately in your office."

He carried her all the way to bed, nipping her soft peachy skin every now and then before he threw her onto the bed, where she immediately began to strip the rest of her clothing off. He did the same, shedding the jeans and his boxers, before joining her again onto the mattress and tangling into each other's arms with kisses.

They rolled over so that Jellal was onto his back. Erza straddled him and took no time at all in taking his hard member and angling it into her before she sat down onto him completely, a satisfied gasp leaving her lips.

"Fuck, Erza…" he groaned, not expecting the quick entry. He was used to holding himself together during foreplay—so the idea of him letting go a lot faster this time around was exhilarating as much as it was confusing for his body.

The couple shifted into a comfortable position—his hands on her hips, her body leaning forward with her hands onto his shoulders and curving herself into a satisfactory angle—before they rocked back and forth, starting shallow and fast.

"Oh, Jellal…" she cried. "Yes…"

She was gasping already, breathing hard into his neck, whining for more, until—

She shrieked his name once, her torso collapsing onto him, her legs quivering. He could feel her contracting around his member, hear her rapid breathing against his chest.

"Wow…you went quick today," he murmured, letting her recover a moment before gently pushing her back onto him, knowing that this was not enough for her for the night.

"Yeah…" she giggled. "I was thinking about you all day."

He chuckled, bringing his hands up to squeeze her breasts lightly and pressing his lips against hers.

She suddenly made an excited sound—one that she would make when she had an idea.

Usually a kinky idea.

"Mmm!" she said, wiggling her hips. "We should get the chains out from the closet." She giggled again. "I wanna play."

He gave her a seductive smile but then his heart suddenly stopped—and he was suddenly reminded about the entire reason why he had gotten her into bed in the first place.

"Uh—maybe….maybe another night?" he suggested, trying to help her forget her kinky idea by giving her long and hard thrusts up.

"Huh?" she half-asked half-moaned, feeling him go in and out of her. It was an extra high-pitched sound. She looked legimately confused albeit with a lustful look.

It was a strangely paired expression.

"Let's…um…" he said, carefully, his hips slowing in rhythm and thrust. "Let's not play with the chains today, mmkay?"

She whined, arching her back and fondling her breasts, sitting back further into him. "What do you mean?" she pouted. "Don't you like the chains?"

"I do, but—"

"Then let's go get the chains!" she exclaimed, excitedly, as if she was a young girl in a bakery shop. She gyrated on him one more time before suddenly picking herself up off him and sprinting off to the other side of the room, reaching for the closet door.

"Wait, no—" and Jellal grabbed her from behind, hugging her and pressing her backwards into him, attempting to distract her with more passionate kisses to her back and her neck.

Erza was not amused. "Hey," she said, shrugging his kisses off and pulling his arms off from around her. "What's going on?" She turned around to face him, in all her naked glory, with her hands on her hips, confronting him.

She was definitely catching onto something, and Jellal had no way to stop his impending doom.

"I'm sorry," he said, looking down and dejected.

"What? Jellal, what's going on?" she suddenly asked him.

"I…" and he took a breath before admitting. "I let Simon into the closet."

Her eyebrows furrowed. "What's wrong with that?"

He sighed again. "He…we were playing with paint…and he got…paint…all over your armor."

The silence that straddled between the two of them was insurmountable. Jellal knew that he was definitely dead—and it definitely sucked that he was going to be naked for her wrath.

"Simon…" she repeated, her eyes widening before she swirled around and opened the closet to see the damage that had been done.

Handprints—of all colors—were scattered around all her armor sets. There was no other way to describe it to the requip mage but hell. He could imagine his wife's terror—one day while defeating an ogre she would change into her Flight Armor—only to be humiliated because the cheetah printed armor had green and pink handprints of paint smeared all over it.

He stepped back, sitting back onto the mattress, very upset that this had all happened again. He watched her stare into her closet, before she slowly stepped in, as if to better assess the damage that had been done to her precious armor.

"I'm sorry, Erza," he said, looking down at the floor to his feet. "This is all my fault."

"Indeed," she agreed, sternly.

He heard her bare footsteps come closer to him, until she was standing right in front of him.

She lifted his chin with one finger—bringing his eyes up to meet hers.

And that was when he realized that he was actually in for a different kind of trouble.

"Well then," she said salaciously, a devilish smile on her lips, slapping the play whip onto her palm before caressing his torso with the leather strips.

"You'll just have to get punished real bad."


Actually, my bad. This drabble of mine turned into a smut piece, and now instead of filing it in sugar sweet I had to file it into Hot Springs. That definitely originally was not the plan. I'm sorry-not-sorry. (Actually I'm sorry about the title of this one-shot. I honestly couldn't think of anything.)

As usual, let me know what you think!

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