A/N: Posted this on tumblr first and it got some notes and I finally finished it so thought, why not post it? Story's in three parts, I'll post the next tomorrow and then the last one after that.
Be warned, all parts are M rated, like actual M rather than M to be safe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Eater, or the characters or storylines. The only thing I own is the plot of this story and this is basically PWP. Engjoy.
Maka sighed as she sank down in the bubbled water of the bath. The warmth seeped in her tense muscles, allowing them to truly loosen for the first time in a long time.
Things had been hectic for a long time after the fall of the Kishin Asura. The madness had to be cleared up and any stray pre-kishins born from the chaos had had to be eradicated. Time had also been spent on analyzing whether the Black Blood surrounding the moon would have any lasting consequences. Thankfully, it didn't seem so, at least not yet.
Maka had also been adamant about finding a way to get Crona back. The situation was looking bleak though. The Black Blood was impenetrable and the fear was the even if they could somehow get Crona out then Asura could get out as well. And they had barely survived last time.
Maka closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. She took several deep breaths and sunk down deeper in the water, allowing her blonde hair to darken as it floated in the water.
Soul was out, taking the opportunity to hang with Black*Star before he was called back to work. Being 'the Last Deathscythe' came with a lot of responsibilities, least of all, trying to figure what the next Deathscythe level weapon requirement would be now that no one was allowed to hunt witches for their souls.
Maka opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling, thoughts of her weapon circling in her head. She had known for a long time that her feelings for her weapon went deeper than friends. And for nearly as long, she suspected that Soul returned those feelings. But neither had made that move to solidify and confirm those feelings. Maka was worried about potentially ruining their friendship and partnership and she was sure that was what was keeping Soul from saying anything as well.
The blonde smiled. Soul. There was so much to like about him. He was loyal and trustworthy and hidden behind the aloof, gruff, bad-boy exterior was a true gentleman. And it didn't hurt, she thought as her abdomen warmed slightly, that he was on a god level of attractiveness. At least in her opinion.
His unusual appearance made some people uneasy, some were even scared of her weapon. But Maka couldn't help swooning over him.
His eyes shone like rubies when they caught just so in the light. They appeared to turn to dark crimson when furious, dark like the blood of the enemies he would rip apart for daring to hurt his meister. They would become warm, like mulled wine, when he was happy. He had the best poker face she had ever seen, but Maka knew that all his emotions could be read in his eyes, if only you knew what to look for. She prided herself on being the only person to be completely literate in the hidden language of Soul 'Eater' Evans.
The messy white hair atop his head had long been a silent point of contention between the weapon and meister pair. Soul hated the way it spiked all the over the place, like some beast that refused to be tamed. He had come home one day, a year into their partnership, muttering under his breath about getting it all cut off and be done with it.
Maka on the other hand, rather liked his hair, the effortless bed-head was a good look on him when matched with his bedroom eyes. She hadn't wanted him to lose the hair so in a desperate attempt to make him keep it without actually bringing up the fact that she liked it, she had made him his signature headband. The genuine smile he had given her had been worth the multiple stab wounds her fingers had suffered due to her inability to sew.
People had sometimes joked behind his back that Soul must have had some freaky parents, what with his teeth. It had pissed Maka off. She didn't like the fact that people made fun of her weapon when they didn't know anything about him. She had held off doing anything though, it seemed like Soul didn't know about it and if he did, he didn't show any sign that he cared.
Until some guy in the grade above had outright laughed in his face and called him a demon bastard. Soul rarely lost his temper, even with her but the upperclassman had come close. Soul had been suspended for the fight and putting the older boy in the hospital but nobody had ever said anything about his teeth, or appearance, since then.
Maka loved his teeth. She had often wondered, after staring at him for longer than was appropriate, whether she had some weird kink because his teeth were clearly dangerous and by Death, did that turn her on.
Maka fidgeted in the bath, tension starting to seep into her bones again. Damnit. She was supposed to be relaxing, not getting all worked up because of her weapon.
She groaned and knocked her head back against the side of the bath behind her. If only she could have the courage to admit her feelings to Soul, maybe he would be there to help release the tension he inadvertently caused in her.
Her hand trailed down her body under the surface of the water, skimming over her stomach lightly, making her shiver. It had been a while since she had let out any tension of this sort. Maybe now was a good time. She was home alone and in a lovely hot bath.
She sighed lightly as her fingers explored herself. This wasn't the first time she had touched herself, not by a long shot, she knew her body very well.
She pressed her clit lightly, already a bit worked up over thinking about her gorgeous weapon. Her mouth opened in a silent moan as her finger circled the little button in her nether regions. She tried to imagine Soul leaning over her, red eyes alight with arousal as he played with her.
She crooned his name as her hand travelled further down till her middle finger was running over her entrance. Her other hand reached for her petite breast, pinching the nipple. She could imagine him being a bit rough with her, leaving marks all over her body from his sharp teeth as his oh so talented fingers played a tune out of her like his precious piano.
She pushed a finger inside and mewled, rubbing against her inner walls. The hand at her breast was now massaging it, squeezing it hard. God, she tried to imagine what it would feel like if Soul pushed into her with his dick as another finger entered. She scissored and her back arched, desperately trying to dream that it was Soul in her and not herself.
The heat was building in her abdomen, coiling and knotting like a rope. Her thumb rubbed her clit as her fingers thrust inside her. She moaned his name loudly as her fingers brushed that little spot inside that made the heat become an inferno. She stroked faster, trying to reach that climax.
What sounds would Soul make? Would he call her name like she did his? Would he moan or would he grunt? Or was he quiet except for his panting breath? Oh, she wanted to make him scream her name out, make him choke on the syllables as he came inside her.
Everything was burning inside her, the heat was unbearable. The bath had been warm but now it felt cool compared to the temperature of her skin. She wanted to feel Soul's skin against her, hear the slap of their hips meeting each other in their passionate dance.
Lights exploded behind her closed eyelids as she fell over the precipice of her orgasm. She shuddered and shook, nearly screaming out Soul's name. Her fingers continued to move, almost unconsciously, until she felt completely spent, and finally pulled them out. The sound of her pleasure seemed to echo in the small bathroom. She idly wondered if it had bounced around in the empty apartment as well. She felt exhausted and sated and now completely relaxed.
She only left the bath once all the bubbles were gone and her skin sufficiently prune-y. She dried her hair off as best she could but left it down as she wrapped the towel round her body. She walked out of the bathroom and was about to enter her bedroom when Soul's bedroom door opened. She froze. She hadn't even heard him come in!
"H-how long have you been home?" she asked, trying to ignore the stutter in her voice.
"Quite a while," he replied with a smirk. He had a towel slung over his shoulder as he leaned against his door frame, arms crossed over his strong chest. "I'm gonna have a shower now, then I'll order pizza?"
Maka turned away from him to hide her burning face. "OK," she squeaked and bolted into her room. She stayed silent till she heard the bathroom door close and she bit her lip. Now what?
Soul closed the bathroom door behind him and pulled his clothes off quickly before jumping in the shower, erection bobbing slightly as he moved. He thought about which temperature he wanted, cold or warm? He settled for warm, it was far better to rub one out than try and kill it. Besides, he was feeling indulgent tonight.
He allowed the warm water to wash over him, making his white hair stick to his forehead. He glanced down at the tub and pictured Maka lying there, just as she had just been for her bath. When she had touched herself. His cock throbbed at the thought and his hand moved down to hold it.
He had come home early, tiring of Black*Star's antics quicker than usual. On one of his rare days off, he had wanted some peace and quiet. Maybe snuggles with his meister on the couch as they watched a movie and ate take-out pizza.
He had heard the bath running and decided to let Maka have her peace and not disturb her by telling her he was home. He had been lying on his bed, preparing to take a nap, when he had heard his name being called. Wondering if Maka knew he was home, he had gone to the bathroom door to answer, and that was when he realized, no, actually, she really didn't know he was home.
Soul stroked his dick slowly. He had never heard his meister makes noises like that. Those moans, god, they had gone straight to his groin. His blood had boiled in his veins as he had listened at the bathroom door. He had felt a bit like a creep but he hadn't been able to move, he was rooted to the spot while his meister, his Maka, touched herself.
It was only after a massive effort on his part that he had been able to turn from the bathroom and scuttle back into his room. Of course, he had to deal with the massive hard on Maka's inadvertent broadcast of pleasure had given him. He had somehow managed to come just after she had screamed his name. He had bite marks on his hand from his efforts not to scream hers just as loudly. He was glad she had stayed in the bath a while longer, it gave him time to clean himself up and calm the fuck down.
Soul stroked himself a bit faster, he could still hear the sound of his meister's orgasm echo in his head.
Then, when she had left the bathroom, he had wanted to tease her, maybe give her a hint that she wound him up like it was her job but he couldn't. He had been half-hard just looking at her in just a towel, mile long legs peeking out from underneath the terrycloth. What he wouldn't give to reach the promised lands between those two pillars of sexiness.
Her face had burned red, the flush spreading down her neck and to her chest and just thinking about how far down the blush had gone and following it down with his mouth had gotten him completely hard all over again.
His hand was going quickly now and he could feel his orgasm building, but no, he wanted to draw this out. The jerking off while listening to Maka had been quick and desperate. He wanted to build this up, really imagine her with him.
He slowed right down and opened his eyes. When had he even closed them? He reached for Maka's girly shower gel and pulled his hand away from his dick long enough to squeeze a good sized dollop into his palm. He lathered it up quickly and began to rub it all over his body.
It smelled like vanilla and was uncool as fuck but it was what Maka smelled like and he wanted to bathe in the stuff, just so it felt like he was with her.
His hand ran down his body, back to his erection. Would Maka do that? Would she be the type of person to rake her nails down his chest, maybe down his back as he fucked her? He slapped his other hand against the wall to steady himself.
He had fantasized about her often enough to find picturing her against him easy enough. Add in the new knowledge of what sounds she would make, sweet Jesus, he wasn't going to last long.
Whenever he had dreamed about Maka, he had always been stuck between picturing her as a blushing, stuttering, cute-as-fuck virgin; or a feisty, teasing, confident hellcat. Maybe she was a mixture of both?
Ah, now he could picture her perfectly as he fucked her into the mattress. Her hair would be splayed in a golden halo around her head, her hands would never leave his body, her gorgeous legs would be wrapped around his waist and if his tongue wasn't half-way down her throat she would be calling his name loudly, begging him to go faster, harder, god, please, Soul!
His hips were bucking into his hand and he hadn't even realized he wasn't being silent any more until he caught the echoes of his moans bouncing around the bathroom. Could Maka hear him? Was she listening to him get off? He called her name and tipped his head back, squeezing his dick as he imagined her pussy would do. Would she touch herself to this, just as he had to her? He should have felt embarrassed, but how could he when it felt this good?
Just a little bit more, he was so close! What would she look like after her orgasm? Flushed and breathless, with her beautiful green eyes darkened and half-closed in bliss? Wait, what would she look like during orgasm? Would she thrash about as she came undone under him? He knew she would scream, he had heard her before. Oh fuck, he wanted to hear it right in his ear, wanted to see her mouth form the shapes and sounds of his name as he thrust into her.
His pleasure peaked and he howled her name, honestly not giving a single shit. His legs were shaking, such an intense orgasm so shortly after his last one had taken its toll. He managed to clean himself up without disturbing his hyper-sensitive junk and hopped out the shower after turning it off. He had been in so long the water was getting cool.
He wrapped his towel around his waist and left the bathroom. His hand was on the knob of his bedroom door when he finally realized that Maka was staring at him from the couch. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at her and she squeaked when they made eye contact, hurriedly hiding her bright red face behind her book, embarrassed to have been caught peeking.
Soul chuckled lightly, face burning as well. Yep, she had definitely heard him. He entered his room and briefly worried if this was going to make things extremely awkward for them. Ah well, he thought. It would probably be best to stop beating around the bush.
He knew she wanted him, she knew he wanted her and Soul was sure their feelings both went deeper than mere sexual attraction. His certainly did. He ran a hand through his wet hair. Fuckit, might as well get it all out. It was bound to happen sooner or later.