This was a request from Tsukiko Mizuno (although…I'm not sure if I hit it on the spot)! I'm sorry it took me such a long time to get to it. I was definitely smut-ted out since last month, but I thought that I would haul ass and try to get this to you before the holiday season was over. I did promise after all.
To note, this one takes place during the Tower of Heaven arc. Just after Jellal embraces her and she finds out that he had been tricking her all along.
This one definitely takes on a different tone than my previous smut-shots. I don't think it's something I'd naturally write but I wanted to take on the challenge! And this gets off some people and not others, so yeah…to each their own.
Enjoy!
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Everything was already over before it even began.
The last time that he had embraced her—then cast her aside, she felt nothing but betrayal.
Now that he had embraced her and she was wrapped up in the red strings of his burning magic, she felt the same, the exact same that she felt all those years back.
She was older, more mature, she had outgrown her original armor and let her hair grow out, but in front of him she felt stripped bare once again—all her past insecurities in front of her.
He had tricked her. All this time.
And she had fallen for it all over again.
"Goodbye, Erza," he said, pushing her against the cold smooth surface of a large lacrima crystal behind her. She was helpless and she couldn't move. She was helpless and couldn't anything to stop it.
All these sweet nothings that he had whispered in her ear. She had believed them. All.
"You know I loved you right, Erza? You could have been my queen."
Was that a lie? Even while he had already broken the trust between them, he still dared to lie to her?
"Fuck you," she spat at him.
He laughed. "I love you too. It's a pity that you won't be able to experience it, though. Love."
She stared at him, giving him vicious eyes—hoping that the fury behind her pupils would burn him down, hoping that something would awaken in her—just like when she had last rebelled from this dreadful island—a new power, a new magic…
Everything came to a stop when he lifted her chin up, leaning down and coming in close to her.
"Maybe that'll be my gift to you before we part," he murmured, lips whispering, breath tickling.
She whimpered.
"I wouldn't ever want to hurt you," he reminded her.
She tried hard to turn her face away from him, but she couldn't take her eyes off his intense browns, hard and bitter but there was a shade of gentle earth brown under the hard edges of his irises.
He was lying. He was looking her right in the eye and lying to her. Everything that he was doing. He was going to sacrifice her. He was going destroy the world. And yet, he was here telling her that he wasn't going to hurt her?
"I'm sorry it had to come to this," he whispered under his breath, before taking her lips within his.
He had said it so quietly—she wasn't sure if he had actually said the words or not.
It didn't matter. He was already all over her lips. Hot, soft, desperate butterflies over her mouth. All she heard was his breath and a suppressed purr at the base of his throat. All she smelled was his musky skin and the bitterness of his looming presence.
Right, she reminded herself. She wasn't strong enough. This had always been her destiny. It was she that was the one in the wrong. She had been the one to run away all this time. She should have stayed and stopped this all from happening. They were always meant to lose. Right from the very start.
How dare she think to herself that for a moment—while they were running away from the slavemasters, while they were fighting off and defending the other children from harm—that she could change the world and carry its problems on her own shoulders?
She parted her lips and let him in.
He moaned and took the opportunity, leaning his forehead in closer and slipping his tongue just past her lips. She hesitantly met him and trailed along, slicking back into his warm mouth. He inhaled and she exhaled and she inhaled and he exhaled and they breathed each other up, drank each other up.
All of it was all wrong. All of it was so right.
"Jellal…" she sighed into his neck. She could hear his labored breathing at her ear.
She felt his hand cup her right breast, felt his fingers over the bandages. She let out a gasp when his thumb run over a hard knob that poked out against the fabric. He circled around it and she felt her eyebrows furrow—in pleasure, in confusion, in conflict.
This wasn't supposed to be happening, yet at the same time, she didn't do anything to stop it.
His lips slipped down her neck and past her collarbones, tongue flickering over where his thumb had been circling around. His saliva moistened her clothing and the sensation moistened parts of her below.
"You like that, don't you?" he told her, his mouth popping off her and his eyes looking up back at her.
It was less of a question and more of a command.
He waited for her answer, but her lips quivered and she was wordless.
Jellal gave her a soft smile before pressing his lips onto hers again and then trailing another path down to her untouched breast, giving it equal punishment under his mouth's teasing.
She watched—she could only watch him—as he lavishly licked her the sensitive knob. She gasped when feeling his fingers back on her other breast—not expecting him to work on both of her breasts at the same time. She mewled, very sensitive. Her toes curled and her fingers strained, but she was under his leash and control.
"It frustrates you, doesn't it, Erza?" he purred, curling his finger underneath the only fabric that kept her apart from him. "That you can't grab my throat and pummel me to the floor? Bring me down under you and give me the punishment I deserve for having been so bad?"
She closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and mentally cursing at him, mentally cursing herself for getting into this situation in the first place—the entire plan to come back and conquer the Tower of Heaven was bound to fail from the start. She had lost before she had even began.
And suddenly all the wrappings around her chest came off, and one of his hands had reached down below between her legs. He slipped a finger into her sensitive folds, prodding just to his first knuckle with a slim finger, using his other hand to mold her breast gently into a plump peak. His lips wrapped around her nipple and the coordinated movement brought her down to a low moan.
"S-Stop!" she finally said, getting it off her chest.
"Stop what?" he asked her, bringing his lips back up to her face and kissing her cheek. "Stop teasing? Because I think that's just what I'll do."
Swiftly, the waistbands of her pants fell over her hipbones and past the tops of her thighs. She felt a small breeze of wind expose her wet center to the air and she half shivered at the sensation and half shivered at the sight of his mouth upon her.
He repeated the same motions as he did with her breasts and her mouth gaped open, breathing in and out heavily as she tried to felt her overflowing desire and satisfaction run through every nerve in her body. Her muscles tensed and contracted and she was just so out of control—
A smooth and hard tip rubbed over her, and even though her eyes were closed, she very full well knew what he was poising at her entrance. She looked down to confirm, seeing his hardened member poking off him and aiming right into her.
She looked at him, eyes widened and jaw hanging open.
He smirked at her, confirming that he was going to indeed do it before he took her, thrust himself into a space that she had never let open before. He took her, and she hated herself for moaning when he did it, for being so conflicted, and for enjoying every inch of him even though she knew that every single bit of him was so wrong.
He slid back and forth into her, pushing away all the doubts and regrets that they had between them, rode her hard so hard she wondered if he thought this was their only solution.
His eyes flickered back up to hers, and she look back at him with half-dazed eyes, panting and wanting, yet suppressing and denying.
And maybe—just maybe—for two seconds she looked into his eyes and saw someone that she might have loved.
But the moment faded just as quickly as her life in front of her.
She saw blue—nothing else—and when she awoke to bright lights, she wasn't sure if she had just awakened from a dream or if she was entering a new nightmare.
Wow, this was really damn difficult for me to write actually, which is probably why it took me forever to get to, haha. Wasn't as explicit as maybe I think some of you were hoping (lol). Sorry friends, I'll admit it's not my best work. ;)
Anyway, I'll probably start reorganizing my works, so I'll be slowly transferring some chapters to another fic so as not to keep cluttering this separate story! Keep the requests coming—I'm completely out of smut-ish ideas haha.
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