Fairy Tail Pictures,One-Shots, & Lessons/Jokes

Ten Things Jerza One-Shot ‼️

Ten Things Jellal Loves About Erza's Hair (the NSFW edition) by thir13enth on fanfiction.net   The above picture doesn't go with the story I just added it for more effect.

1| chaos-

It's early morning, and she's convinced this is a better form of exercise than whatever he was planning at the gym—"Ugh, it's leg day," he tells her, kissing her on the forehead before rolling over to leave. She grabs him by the wrist and tells him, "No, it's Erza day."—and who was he to skip on Erza for squats?

He doesn't regret his decision to stay in bed instead of working out at the crack of dawn, and he feels his heart hum with cheerful delight as he watches the scarlet tresses pop out from the inside-out-ed shirt and then waterfall in ruby red rivulets, some locks landing softly over her shoulders, others trailing down her arms, and still more balancing on the gentle curve of her supple breasts.

He loves the chaos, the randomness, the way her hair falls over her fair skin reminds him of what a pure chance he was given to have met her in the first place—yet with the same understanding that eventually everything falls into place, and that they were bound to be together from the start.

2| curtain

He's only just accepted her challenge in bed this morning but she's already sitting on his hips, centering herself at his base and giving him the pleasurable warmth between her thighs. He reaches forward to gently run his hands over the concave curves of her waist and stops at the sturdy ridges of her ribs, thumbs tucking themselves comfortably under her breasts.

She smiles, sweeping her hair back from her face before she trails her hands up from his stomach to his chest to his collarbones to his neck. Her hair his chest as she leans forward, pressing her completely bare chest onto his torso and an open kiss onto his mouth.

He closes his eyes and parts his lips and her hair descends and curtains his face and suddenly—she has completely overwhelmed his senses.

He hears nothing but her breath, which turns shallow and quickens with her increasing want. She smells like a hint of last night's shower and the afterthought of pillow talk and cuddles. There is no separation between her body and his—he pulls at the waistband of her panties, she raises her hips, and they remove the last of her clothing in one graceful coordinated motion.

Her hair separates him from the rest of the world and leaves him with just Erza, but it's no different from how he sees his world in the first place.

3| warm

She plays his tongue with hers but his hands play elsewhere.

He starts from her round bottom, giving each cheek a squeeze, before he inches up her smooth smooth skin. His fingers follow the line of her back until his wrists reach her hair. Her skin is still sleep-hot from being under the sheets all night but the ends of her hair are cool like the air. His hands continue upwards but eventually switch tracks to her silky tresses before finally his fingers are completely entangled in the warm hairs at the back of her head. He pulls her up and closer to him.

The feeling reminds him of their first kiss—one that was too early yet also too late, and never once regretted.

He was leaving for school again, and she embraced him before he stepped onto the train. He thought of nothing but bringing her closer into his arms to shield her from the cool autumn breeze and suddenly he was kissing her. It happened all so naturally and she tasted like everything he expected and it felt like he had done this a million and a half times before that he didn't realize this was their first kiss until the train conductor tapped him on the back and asked him if he was getting on board.