Fairy Tail x Reader One-shots

Skeeball (Gray x Reader) ||LEMON||

A/N;
My gift of absence to my favorite sinner, and close friend @Fairy_Tale_Ice and her other account @ScriptxPhobia. I couldn't have gotten back to writing these stories if it wasn't for her always pushing me to do what I loved. Thank you, for everything.

- Skeeball -

~ Gray x Reader ~

||LEMON||

Sexual content ahead. Very, very sexual content. Please don't read if you are not comfortable with these themes. Enjoy!

( Y / N )

        Ragged breaths dragging further, blood pumping and heart soaring. Nothing compared to this moment, the enjoyment of sight, the bliss of reaching the highest point. Nothing was as tempting. Shard like nails scraped against the back, creating harsh indentations. Oh, the delight in seeing everything with your own eyes.

"Seriously? Skeeball on our second anniversary? (Y/N), I knew you liked it, but you finally get me alone and this is what you choose? I don't even know how I fell in love with you," Gray muttered, watching you lift the Skeeball and throwing it into the hundred slot. He chuckled seeing your delighted face, you were so excited to see the ball land just where you wanted it.

"Gray, it's fun because it's unpredictable! Well, sometimes there's the occasional nerd who calculate the distance and throwing power, but that's not the point, get over here!  C'mon, join me for some skeeball!" you exclaimed, making Gray roll his eyes, but walk over. You tossed him and ball and walked behind him. With your arms crossed, you watched the total scrub try to play the game you were a pro at.

"Aha, funny thing is, I kinda don't know how. . ." he trailed off, eyes picking up from the ball you tossed to him and switching over to your steely gaze. You wanted to see how your boyfriend of two years would do, but to what he just said, you already knew. With a sigh, you walked up behind him, tiptoeing to see over him and at the slot.

You grabbed the back of his hand, holding him in place before slowly reaching back. You moved agonizingly slow, your eyes now half-lidded as you pressed yourself further against his back. You could hear his heart pick up, his breath speeding rapidly. You placed one hand on his hip, just above the waistband of his jeans.

Just then, the arcade owner called out to you, "Yo, (Y/N), I'm closing up shop! I trust you enough to lock up when you're done showing the rookie how to play skeeball." Joe, the owner, walked out flipping the sign to closed as he did. You breathed out a sigh, backing up from Gray.

"Alright! I think you know how to play, so give it a try," you told him, sitting down on one of the empty skeeball rows. With a short glance at you, he tossed the ball underhanded, making it roll all the way up to the fifty, hitting the side and bouncing off. It rolled into the ten instead, leaving Gray partially devastated. You snickered, pushing yourself up to walk back over to him.

You moved to stand in front of him, bending down to grab a skeeball from the holder. Your backside brushed against him, to which he quickly grabbed your waist. You stood up, looking at him innocently. His face was twisted, trying to figure out whether to yell or groan from the slight shock of pleasure.

"Why. . . did you do that?" he questioned, his voice low. You cocked an eyebrow at him, a small sparkle of mischief glimmering in your eyes. You knew what you had planned for you second anniversary, and it wasn't just skeeball.