happy hallowe-/bricked
yeah, I know...super late update sowwy
my excuses: MMD, school, writer's block, and MOAR MMD
ugh it's taking over my life i swear (along with free! and SNK...why must they both be so perfect it's not fair)
also WOW FORTY REVIEWS JUST WOW FT FANDOM IS SO NICE AAAHHH (it's like the opposite of APH...there, everyone favs but no comments, but here people comment without faving...I like comments better~)
Candice: aaaaahhh your review is just asdf is makes me so happy and long reviews are amazing okay also you like my writing style? thank you so much~ I actually worry about that...a lot...since I write in present-tense (which I think is uncommon for stories) and I always feel like it's awkward ^^;
Reddish chan: oh, you mean how she talks in third person? I tried to keep her dialogue like that...but it was so annoying...not really the way she talks but changing every single mistake...
and ffnet what happened to you? I'm gone for like a month and suddenly there's nocopy (which i hate with all my heart) and a pairing mode?
warnings: freaking urple prose and really sucky smut
"Turn around, then." Juvia does exactly that, and Gray kneels, leaning into her back, breath warm on damp skin. His chin's almost touching water, the rest of his body is submerged with the currents gently caressing him. Gray shivers, and wonders if Juvia is controlling them, an extension of her hands slowly teasing the restraint out of him. "Juvia..." he says with a breathy sigh.
"What is it, Gray-sama?"
"The river...are you...?"
"Oh, you noticed..." She's flustered, and he finds it incredibly cu—sexy. Yeah, that's the word. "Juvia thought that she should do something for you, too... Do you...like it?"
"Heh...it's interesting, alright." He reaches around her, submerging one hand to spread her thighs. It's odd, to say the least, because Juvia's entire lower half is below water level, and he supposes that when they get out, they'll both be horribly wrinkled. Then again, Juvia's magic might be able to counteract—
"Hurry up," she implores—no, it's a demand, and Gray would be a liar if he said that didn't turn him on. He slips one finger in, slowly, earning himself a mewl. Adding another only gives him a slight arch of her back, but the third draws out an elongated moan of his name. The sounds just add to his arousal, and Gray takes a sharp breath when he realizes that it's him causing Juvia to act in such an alluring way.
"Juvia—" he chokes out, because the river suddenly starts running erratically, his cock throbbing from the variable pressure. His hand moves involuntarily, pressing against Juvia in ways that make her buck her hips, wanting to feel the same rush again. Gray's surprised by the reaction, but catches on quickly and twists his wrist just so—
Juvia bends backward this time, nearly falling over if Gray's other hand hadn't steadied her. "Careful."
"A-ah..." The next minutes pass by in a blur, Gray's movements making obscene wet noises, and the currents slow as Juvia loses all her focus. She's so warm around his hand, and he imagines how amazing it would feel to actually be inside her. "I'm ready, Gray."
"Huh...y'know, it's kinda weird how we got stuck here," he says, avoiding their predicament (which was impossible, but hey, he could try.) "Think we're lost?"
"Your fault. You distract me..." she says, in a tone that's almost—seductive?
Damn. Juvia was attractive enough without even trying, but now...she was absolutelycaptivating. He stands up abruptly, disturbing the water, and pushes Juvia under.
Juvia splutters, which comes out as bubbles of air rising to the surface. She stops herself from hitting the riverbed, and twists to look into Gray's cobalt eyes, curious but not particularly angry.
He bends down pulls her closer to the surface, the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance. "You sure 'bout this?"
"Yes," she says, voice distorted by the water, and he slides in, a deep sound emanating from the back of his throat from the blinding heat surrounding him.
Juvia pulls him even closer, so his nose barely touches water. It finally occurs to him that they're having sex in a fucking river, but he doesn't really care how ridiculous it is right now, because Juvia is really fucking beautiful and he's an idiot for not realizing it sooner. Her hair floats around her in blue waves, and she's perfect like that, engulfed in her element.
She smiles at him, shy but encouraging, and Gray bends to kiss her, hoping that she feels even the slightest bit like he does right now. "You," she says, when they break apart for hair—and somehow Juvia's hand is tangled in his hair and it pulls, the pleasure-pain jolting his already hypersensitive nerves—"should stop," she finishes.
"S-stop?" And his mind is on overload, worrying that is this what she wants, oh God, I'm wrong—
"Stop stopping. Just—do something, please." She brings herself closer to him, her breasts pressing against him. He shivers, and bucks his hips.
The reaction is immediate. Juvia's eyes widen, and her grip tightens, twisting his black locks. Her other hand scratches his back, not hard enough to cut but it still stings. "Do you…like that?"
"Yes. Just—don't you dare stop, Gray." How is he even supposed to when she sounds like that?
"Don't plan to." Gray pulls out only to thrust back in with one smooth motion, Juvia arching into him. His hands find and shamelessly grope her breasts, rolling a nipple between thumb and forefinger gently. She moans, sound escaping in a bubble that pops when it reaches the surface. They face into a graceless rhythm, Juvia's eyes closed underwater, mouth open in a silent sort-of-scream, and Gray's teeth clenched together, because making any sound is just—weird, okay, but it's really hard when Juvia keeps—
He twists his head, tilting Juvia's up for a kiss. It's messy and Juvia tastes like river-water, but Juvia is moaning, causing lovely little vibrations, and Gray thinks he forgot how to breathe, just then.
It ends all too quickly, and Juvia comes, nails carving crescents onto his back, mouth open in a silent scream. A sudden heat envelopes him, everything turns blurry, and all he can see clearly is Juvia, Juvia's eyes open wide with his bluish reflection barely visible, her pale neck exposed with her river hair curling around it, suspended in the water like a spirit, and his world turns white and blue and black, and shatters.
When Juvia wakes up, it's warm. The setting sun shines on her back, and she's pressed into Gray's chest, his arms wrapped around her. She snuggles back into him, eyes closed, because something about this atmosphere makes her want to sleep even though she's just woken up. It doesn't last, because the tiniest movement causes Gray to wake, blinking until he looks at her. "Juvia…"
She wants to say something, really, because she needs to know what Gray is thinking, even if he despises her. But she finds herself mute, unable to come up with a decent response. "Uh…how do you…feel?"
"Juvia feels…sticky."
Gray blushes. "Yeah…you wanna clean up? I'll stay here, if you want."
"Why don't you come with Juvia?" she asks.
"You okay with that?"
She laughs. "After what we just did…"
"Oh, that. Right." After a second of indecision, he grabs her hand—she turns pink—and lets himself be dragged the short distance to the river. Their clothes are still on a rock on the riverbank, and the sunset turns the water into liquid fire.
She steps in, and sinks below the water, using her magic to wash herself. "Do you want Juvia to do this for you too, Gray-sama?"
"Eh?" He blushes, remembering how she had used the water last time. "No, I'm fine."
"Juvia won't—"
"I know." He stumbles, unbalanced by a small dip in the riverbed. The water instantly thickens around him, saving him from falling. "Thanks, Juvia."
"I-it's nothing…" Juvia sinks underwater, blowing bubbles that pop when they surface. She murmurs something that Gray can barely hear, but it stabs through him all the same.
"I thought…"
"…what did you just say?" He swallows, blinking.
"Gray-sama?"
"What did you say?" he repeats.
"I-I…nothing!"
"Tell me what you said."
"Nothing."
"Tell me what you said!"
"Juvia didn't say anything!" She's glaring at him, and all of Gray's anger disappears, leaving him drained. He falls onto his knees, only with his nose above water and bangs falling into his eyes.
"Juvia…fuck, why won't you say anything?" He wrings his hands helplessly. "I'm trying, okay, but…"
Juvia bends down, grasping his shoulders. "Juvia's…not really good at talking…" she confesses, voice not even a whisper.
He lets out a breath he'd unconsciously been holding. "Heh…I'm not going to leave you, y'know," he says, almost offhandedly.
"Gr-Gray-sama…heard?" His only response is a sad smile and a small nod. "Juvia is sorry…I didn't mean—"
"You did, Juvia, and I don't even blame you. If I was you, I'd probably be the same." He rubs his eyebrow, which is oddly…cute? "'s alright. We good, now?" He steps out of the river, holding out a hand to help her out.
"Yes." Juvia's a bit surprised to find herself so confident, but she can't help but think this will last forever, I'll keep it that way, I promise.
"What d'you wanna do now?"
"Maybe…our clothes?" Gray flushes to the tips of his ears, and turns around, mumbling out a "tell me when you're done."
"Maybe you could…help me into them?" Juvia asks, perfectly innocent, her breath tickling his ear.
Gray turns crimson and stutters incoherently, sidestepping away from her. Juvia laughs, something she hasn't done in a while, and Gray can't help but join her, because laughter is infectious and they're both laughing like idiots, the glow of their happiness brighter than the sun itself.
wait what just happened idek
as I said, I can't write endings...at all...ughhh it feels so forced but i can't think of an alternative (I could go with sad ending but...nah)
the smut was...weird...i'm so unused to het ahaha
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(oh btw i can take drabble requests pm me or something but i'll reject if i don't like the prompt...no one's going to request me right qAq)
ALSO FAIRY TAIL NEEDS A KINK MEME SOMEONE PLEASE FIND ONE OR IF YOU CAN'T, MAKE ONE IT IS NECESSARY OKAY