Hey there!

So it's (the tail-end of) So/Ma NSFW week. I have been on vacation in Japan all week so I really didn't have time/have the courage to write seven smut fics in front of my family. That being said, I'm home now, so I'm able to get these out. I don't know if I'll be updating daily but I will have them all done sooner than later!

For once I actually do plan on having them take place one after another. It's going to be the start of Soul and Maka's sexual lives with each other, though they've already been together for a year or so now.

I apologize, a lot in the beginning is just exposition. But the nsfw stuff begins, I promise!

That being said don't expect actual sex to happen until well into the 'week'. They're just starting to get comfortable with each other's bodies, you know?

Anyhow, enjoy! As always, please leave a review.

~Muse

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SoMa NSFW #1 : Caught

Wednesday nights are those lazy nights for Shibusen students. It wasn't a weekend – it wasn't booked for either friends or missions. It wasn't the beginning of the week where homework was actually a priority, nor the end of the week where it resumed to be a priority and everyone scrambled to finish.

It landed perfectly in the middle, where students had the option to go out, but could also settle in their cozy houses and instead enjoy a night in.

At least, that was Maka's routine. Soul often would leave immediately after dinner, regardless of the day in the week, to play some ball with BlackStar. It didn't bother her; instead she would pick up the plates and wash them silently – after all, Soul always promised to get Thursday's dishes regardless of the otherwise alternating duty.

They had been together since they were twelve, and it had been seven years since then. They began to date a year and so back, but it wasn't anything drastic. They had already been an item for almost five years, they just decided to actually put a label on it now. It didn't change their relationship – they were still as close as they had been. Only now and then they would kiss. Soul understood her and he was the one to suggest that they took it slow.

She didn't mind – at first it was gratifying. But it didn't help that she was still curious. Being nineteen, she wanted to know what it was like- to be completely intimate. But she had no idea how to approach, or even consider the idea. So their relationship continued onward, not necessarily frustrating but still curious all the same.

The blonde slipped on her headphones on a particular Wednesday evening and picked up the various plates left on the table. Soul had wordlessly left to enter his room, presumably to change into something more sporty. Maka pulled out her iPod and set the music to shuffle. As the beats of EDM began to flood her senses, she brought the dishes to the sink and turned on the water. Her head bobbing unconsciously to the beat, she soon found herself scrubbing each plate with the hypnotic thrums of bass through her ears.

She then did what she normally did: scour the house for the few remaining dishes that were lying around. Soul more often than not would sneak a snack or two into his room, which she was fine with, but he would never bring out the plate so she always took Wednesday nights as opportunity to clean them before they got too stale.

She kicked open his door as the bass dropped once more.

It wasn't the only thing that dropped.

"OH MY GOD-"

"MAKA?! Don't you know how to knock-"

"Holy shit Soul, WHAT ARE YOU DOING-"

"Okay please stop yelling-"

"WHY IS IT STILL UP?!"

The two stared at each other vehemently across the room, Maka's complexion somehow managing to darken even more as Soul, while red himself, seemed rather unabashed for someone who was caught with his dick out.

He was eagle-spread on his bed, the deep red bed covers barely over his thighs. While he still had a shirt on, his lower body was much more unclothed. She suddenly became uncomfortably aware of their silence, soft moans blending with the bass still pumping from her headphones, which now had fallen out of her ears. The strange combination of sound seemed like part of the background white noise as Maka's ears buzzed with static in her shock.

She couldn't help but to stare, her eyes noting his Adam's apple rising then falling as he rolled over to his laptop and paused the video- video? "Oh hell no, you're not watching porn."

"So?" he replied almost testily. "Everyone does."

She winced at the thought. "Okay ew, but it's another thing when I'm right next door-"

"You were washing dishes," he replied, again seemingly very unabashed. "That trance-EDM stuff is so loud you nev-" He stopped and swallowed, his perfect façade slipping slightly as his eyes flashed in alarm. Maka's hair seemed to rise as the weight of his words set in, her emerald eyes glinting coldly.

"SOUL, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Okay okay calm down." He stared at her as she fumed. When her soul wavelength seemed to settle a little, he let out a quick sigh that seemed more like a cough. "Don't freak out, okay? This is natural, and I already don't really… get myself off that often." His voice seemed to dip a little in embarrassment.

Maka sighed. She was painfully aware that, despite the yell they had, his penis was still out and still hard. She hated herself for it but she couldn't help but to be more than a little curious. It was different than what she expected, though she wasn't sure what to expect. After all, all she knew about sex and penises were thanks to the occasional erotic fiction she read. More often than not they would describe dicks as veiny and long, and while Soul's wasn't small by any means, it seemed a lot smoother than she expected.

She sighed again. Yes she was curious but a long silence seemed to stretch between them. Soul shifted uncomfortably. "You don't have to stare at it that intensely."

"I-I'm not-" she let out another shaky breath as he chuckled, the low sound comforting to her ears yet at the same time only serving to worsen her blush. She forced her eyes back to his face, to which he responded by gratefully pulling his sheets to cover his abdomen. "Sorry," she said, hanging her head slightly.

"It's okay," he responded, a small smile appearing. He couldn't help but to notice her shyness, how she was definitely abashed but not necessarily angry, thank god because he imagined such an encounter to be a lot worse. No, his meister was exhibiting a lot of curiosity despite her wanting to take them slow. It almost made him want to tease her, but he knew he shouldn't push her too far as she was already taking this all better than he expected. Better to play it cool than for her to notice how embarrassed he was, how embarrassed but excited that his girlfriend not only has seen him, but also seemed to want to do more. "Is it what you expected?" he asked instead mischievously.

"Is it- what?"

"I know that you read erotica, Maka." Her face turned an even deeper shade of red as she stammered something incomprehensible. He laughed as she flustered, her blonde hair swinging back and forth as she began to shake her head in her denial. "Maka, you're nineteen. It's natural to be curious about these things." Even though you can be a total nerd sometimes, he thought affectionately as she peeked through her bangs sheepishly. She moved towards him and sat herself at the foot of his bed, surprising him. Then again, Maka can be ridiculously forward when she wanted to be.

He guessed that this would be one of those times as she hesitated, as if struggling to find the right words.

He smiled as she tried to ask a simple phrase that seemed like molasses at the tip of her tongue. It was only when their eyes met was the she knew he understood, and he slowly – teasingly – moved his duvet off his abdomen, re-exposing his penis from its tip, down the shaft, and finally to his balls.

"Holy shit," she breathed unconsciously as he laughed nervously. It was strange – standing so erect. She could tell he was more nervous than he was letting on, exposing his manhood to her all proudly.

"Are you inspecting me?"

"Soul, shut up," she managed to spit out, though her words were braced with a teasing tone as she stared. To her surprise, it twitched. "Ew, Soul, it just-"

"It does that."

"Oh." Weird, she thought. She couldn't help but to tell that her lower body tingled on its own, a reaction she normally didn't have unless she teased herself manually. She felt heat slowly spread from her core, intrigued.

She couldn't help herself as she leaned in closer, towards his dick. For Soul, the sight was amazing. Her leaning forward exposed the top of her collar bones, which he did get to see more often than not. It was a sight that he always thought was hot. He always wanted to know what it would feel like to bury his head between the nape of her neck, to leave small kisses and bites along it. Her legs squirmed slightly – obviously she was turned on, which again, was better than he had hoped for.

But it was the next few words that had him red from ear to ear.

"Can I… touch it?"

"W-What?" He chanced a glance down at her face, to only see unashamed curiosity in her somewhat lustful eyes. He couldn't resist the slight pout of her lips, coupled with the sight of her collar bones. His dick throbbed from the lack of physical contact. Though it received plenty of attention he was starting to get blue balls. "U-um, sure," he replied, cursing himself as his voice cracked lightly.

She stared at his manhood again, unsure of exactly what to do. It was only then that she – still embarrassingly – called up some of the erotica she read, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. It was hard but she could tell it would still give under more pressure. The organ was warm, almost pulsing, and even the mere act of touching it seemed to send shivers down to her vagina.

Her fingers were tiny put perfect. Just having warmth that wasn't his own on his dick felt like heaven. Soul resisted all urge to buck into her hand, to begin pleasuring himself because damn he was kind of close already. A flood of dirty thoughts raced through his brain in a millisecond, to him picturing her peachy lips wrapping around the tip, pressing with a light pressure to coax him to his climax.

To feel her fingers pump his shaft, building up a pace and getting faster, tighter.

To sink into her womanhood, flooded with warmth and wetness, yet the tightness of sex being all he needs to cum.

He snapped back to reality and swiped his tongue across his mouth to rid himself of the drool that had begun to work its way out of his mouth. Luckily, she didn't seem to notice, Maka still seemingly fascinated with his dick. The already building frustration began to build, further encouraging his urge to begin fucking her hand.

"You can move your hand up and down," he encouraged hesitantly. She glanced up at him, uncertain, before he gives her a half smile. It seemed to fill her with the confidence she needed as she gave him one slow yet satisfying pump.

Shit, he thought.

It doesn't take much coaxing before Maka grew more comfortable, pumping his manhood at a steady and almost powerful pace. Soul swore Maka must either read a lot of erotica or the erotica was excellent quality because he was so close. He longed to grab her, unclothe her, and descend upon her body with a ravenous energy. He wanted to poke her mouth with his manhood, see her reaction. But he knew that would be pushing her, and his own luck. Fuck, a handjob was all he needed.

His eyes began to see stars and it seemed like she could tell immediately. Her pace sped up and she leaned over closer to him, her mouth close to his as he couldn't help but to moan. She found it hot, the way his white hair was messed up and, he probably didn't realize, a light line of drool hanging lazily from his mouth. He felt so warm, so hard, against her hand. She briefly contemplated what it would be like to kiss it, but decided against it. Something about that felt wrong, at least for right now.

But she seemed to be doing fine, as he began to grunt for her to go faster. Maka felt her own need growing. She was ready to prop herself up, to continue pumping Soul's sex while sticking her own fingers into hers. Her mind filled with visualizations from all the naughty poses erotica taught her, only serving to encourage her more to help him reach his climax.

"Maka," he moaned, his voice so lust-filled and husky that she nearly squeaked in surprise. "I'm … I'm gonna…"

She did squeak this time and she let go quickly, seeming to realize the complete impact of the situation. However Soul knew it wasn't out of disgust, that much he knew about his girlfriend, it was just out of hesitation and uncertainty. So he quickly took the lead and replaced her hand with his, his free left hand groping for the tissue box by his bed.

She watched in fascination as he began to jerk off, the full weight of the word sinking in as he literally seemed to batter his own dick into submission. His hand seized a handful of tissues and wrapped them haphazardly over his manhood. Finally he let out a long hiss, His back curling into an arch and his legs stiffening under the covers. Maka blushed as she watched the tissues darken, soaking in his cum as he releases.

His shoulders slumped and he threw the tissues on the floor. Instantly Maka flared, staring at the sodden white heap as he unfurled like a cat and rolled lazily over to the side. "Ew, clean that up!"

He rolled back over, his face sliding into a pout as he gives her puppy eyes. "But Makaaaaa-"

"I don't care what you just did, throw it out!"

"Well technically you did it…"

She let out a violent sigh, reaching over to gingerly pick up the discarded mess. "You're gross."She tried to ignore the almost-soaked feeling under her skirt, and the way it felt uncomfortable to rub her thighs together. He only moaned in response as he rolled on his side and began to doze.

She stared at him, his seed-filled tissues still carefully pinched between her fingers.

Looked like she had to take care of herself tonight.