So I've been seeing lots of Soul Incubus stories but they're never how I really want Soul to act. So, I decided, why not try one out for myself! Modern AU multi-chap with lotsa lemons. I'll also be following strictly Maka (though not from her point of view) soooooo interesting writing all around here! Hope you enjoy.
Also enjoy the lame title, because while all my creativity is going into the story, I couldn't think of something good enough to call this.
[EDIT] I have also decided that this will be my very first entry into Resbang! I've currently starting writing this in… *checks calendar* March, so here's hoping the story is actually completed by the time it's supposed to be. A deadline might help me too, but who knows?
Disclaimer: Do not own Soul Eater, nor any right(s) to it. Just wanted to see them become canon, dangit! T~T
Chapter 1
Her eyes were killing her, and she had a nasty headache, one of those ones that just throbbed in your temples constantly, even when you closed your eyes. "Maka, you've been studying for four hours straight," her roommate, Tsubaki, said, glancing up from the book she was reading and over to the desk that sat between their two twin beds.
"I know, but I can't fail this final! Passing this class determines whether I'll be getting into TEPAR or not!" Maka said, and even she noticed her voice sounded stressed. She rubbed at her eyes using the bottom of her palms, thankful that the overhead light to their dorm was off, the only light source coming from Maka's desk lamp and the small flashlight attached to the book Tsubaki was reading. It was Wednesday, her last final of the semester being tomorrow and Maka was stressed beyond belief for it.
"Maka." It was Tsubaki's 'listen to me' voice, Maka turning her head to stare into the kind eyes of her best friend. "What grade do you have in the class right now?"
"A high 'B' but if I make a good enough grade on this and the Professor is feeling nice, maybe she'll bump me up to an 'A'."
"You're going to be fine, Maka. You've been studying all week for this final, and I know you know your stuff! Getting to bed is going to help you more than anything."
"I know, I know," Maka agreed, cradling her head in her hands. "But I only have one and a half pages of notes left to go over. Then I'll be going to bed." Looking back over at her friend, she gave her a smile. A tired smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I promise."
After Maka got back from her final, Tsubaki had a Chinese takeout box with her name on it and Chopped playing in the background for them to watch. As the two sat munching on their own bed watching their shared TV, Maka let all her worries from that day drift away. She did her best on the final, and it was out of her hands now. She would find out what her final grade in the class would be next week, but for now it was time to relax.
"BlackStar and I are going out dancing, do you want to come?" Tsubaki invited the next night, looking into the mirror to place on dangling star earrings as she did so.
"And be a third wheel? No thanks," Maka replied from her space on the bed. She would much rather be nose-deep in a book that a night out with her childhood friend and her best friend/roommate. Not that she didn't love the two, but she knew she was going to get left at the bar sometime during the night while the two of them went off to have fun.
"You know I don't mean it like that. Besides, you need to have some fun Maka! We just finished finals!"
"I did have fun… yesterday. Besides, I'm taking the Praxis in two months and I haven't even starting looking in the practice test booklet yet."
"Really?" Tsubaki said, turning away from the mirror to place her hands on her hips. "We just finished not even a day ago and you're already planning on studying again?" Maka gave a sheepish shrug, causing the raven-haired beauty to shake her head softly at her best friend. "I really want you to come dancing with me… and if you get bored we'll leave, I promise."
"No no," Maka sighed, moving to stand up from her bed. "Don't let me ruin you guys' night. But you better answer my emergency SOS call if some creep tries to hit on me!" Maka jokingly taunted, moving to their shared closet to open it up, reaching deep into the back of her side in order to pull out a dress.
Maka heard Tsubaki fake-gasp as she pulled off her shirt. "Ignore the SOS call? I'd never dream of it." The two of them laughed, Maka pulling up the dress and zipping it up, before having Tsubaki tie the back. It was an aqua-colored dress with a halter strap at the top, the back fully revealed, ending right above her knees. It was tight up top (with bonus push-up material built into the dress: one of the reason why Maka bought it in the first place), becoming slightly looser towards the end, thought it still curved to her small form perfectly. She paired it with simple black pumps. "Besides, I haven't gone out dancing with you in what's felt like years."
"You know I don't party during school," Maka said, bumping hips with her bestie in order to share some room in the mirror. Tsubaki was wearing a solid black dress, ending right above the knees and strapless like Maka's, though her dress had a turtleneck collar with a gold ring around the top and the very bottom of her dress. She was wearing matching gold bracelets and gold wedges. Putting just a small amount of mascara on, Maka was ready to go, grabbing her black clutch purse and stuffing her phone, dorm key, and wallet in there.
"Here, take this as well," Tsubaki said, tossing Maka some lip gloss. "I got this one for free but it matches your skin tone so much better than mine!"
Maka looked at the gloss. It was clear and coconut-scented, and once Maka spread it on, it didn't change the color of her lips; simply made them shine. Smiling in the mirror, she placed the gloss also into the purse, pulling the strap crisscross over her body before turning to Tsubaki. "Thanks," she said as the two of them headed out the door.
Catching an Uber over to the club, Maka and Tsubaki both showed their ID and payed the entrance fee, heading inside. It was already pretty crowded but for a Friday night that was expected, the two heading straight for the bar as BlackStar had yet to show up, Tsubaki said. Squeezing into a nook, Maka and Tsubaki waited for the bartender to head their way before trying to wave him down. "I'll have a strawberry daiquiri," Tsubaki told him, leaning in slightly before turning to look at Maka.
"I'll just take something with Malibu in it. Surprise me!" she shouted over the loud music, the two waiting just a few minutes before he came back with their drinks. Maka took a sip of hers, not surprised to find that he had decided on strawberry for her as well. "Lazy," Maka half-whispered to Tsubaki, letting her take a sip when she just gave the blonde a confused look. Giggling, the two chatted a bit at the bar while they downed their drinks, before Tsubaki starting pulling on Maka's arm and out onto the dancefloor.
"I'm getting my promised dance out now!" Tsubaki laughed, Maka pretending to struggle against her friend's grasp before letting out a laugh as well, the two making their way to the center of the strobing room. There was a line dance currently happening, Maka and Tsubaki easily jumping in and following along with everyone else. Maka could feel the eyes of others staring at the two of them, but Maka was the Queen of ignoring lecherous gazes due to her father's way. She was here to have fun with her friend, and then drink lonely by herself until it was time to go! After the line dance ended, there was just more thumping bass club music, the two of them swaying their hips and knocking them against one another as they danced amongst a crowd of bodies.
"Watch out losers! Your God has arrived," a familiar voice broke through the techno music, a mop of blue hair making its way to wrap around Tsubaki's side, the multicolored lights turning it green at some points.
"BlackStar!" Tsubaki giggled, hugging the smaller man back (Maka was still surprised her childhood friend liked women taller than himself, given his ego), before pointing at Maka. "Remember, SOS call and we'll leave."
"Yes yes. Now go and have fun!" she told her roommate but BlackStar was already tugging her away, the two of them disappearing into the crowd. Not one to stay in crowded areas, Maka moved from off the dancefloor, heading for the stairs. Upstairs, it was a lot quieter and a lot less crowded. The dancefloor was smaller up here with only a few people dancing up on it, the rest either standing around chatting or sitting at the bar, which is where Make decided to sit herself down. Ordering the same way she did downstairs, she was rewarded with pineapple this time, a happy staple to the coconut rum. 'Now to just sit here for four hours and wait,' Maka thought to herself, sipping on her drink.
She wasn't depressed, or bitter. She was happy Tsubaki dragged her out. But worse than feeling like a third wheel and tagging along with her friend, was the thought of being at the club alone. She's done it before; this wasn't the first time Tsubaki's pleaded with her to come. And though she wasn't looking for a boyfriend, this would be one of the times where she would be happy to have one. 'Maybe I should have texted Liz,' she thought, but disregarded it. Liz liked to party but she would have brought along her own boyfriend, making Maka's situation the same and yet somehow worse.
Downing her drink probably wasn't the best option, and Maka cursed herself for leaving the house without eating something. She was feeling buzzed and knew another drink would push her over the edge into drunken territory. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing (she didn't drive after all and had her SOS call), but getting drunk by yourself seemed like a lonely life. Another drink was placed down in front of her by the bartender, who she had been chatting with off and on since there were so few people up here. "From the man in white," she said, gesturing her head down at the opposite end. Maka just stared at the drink, refusing to touch it before glancing back at the woman. "Don't worry, he didn't drug it. I just made it," she said, being able to read Maka's facial expression.
Not as cautious now, Maka took the drink, looking down to see if she could spot her mystery gifter. She was expecting someone dressed in white, though the man who raise his hand and nodded had what seemed to be white hair when the spotlight caught it. Raising her drink as thanks, she moved to take a sip of the drink, eyes widening in surprise. This was delicious! Maka took another drink, trying to determine what had been put in with the rum but her mind kept coming up blank. Determined, Maka hopped off the stool, making the small distance to where the man was sitting, taking up a stool a couple away from him. "Hi. Thank you again for the drink… what did you ask the bartender to put in it?" she questioned, the man catching her gaze. His eyes were dark, even under the light, contrasting greatly with his hair. It was entrancing.
"I asked her what you were drinking and she said you let her decide besides the alcohol. The tartness of raspberries goes great with coconut, and I asked for just a splash of mango, so you'd get something a little more sweet," he responded, fingers tapping against his beer bottle as he did so.
Mango! So that's what was tripping her up! She took another sip of her drink, unable to help herself from staring. He was incredibly handsome, which came as a shock to Maka, as she was never one to fall for looks first-hand. Usually the people she dated were attractive – yes – but the reason she started dating them was due to their personality more. He seemed tall, though it was hard to tell as he was slouched over sitting on the bar stool. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt (Maka guessed button-down) with the sleeves rolled up half-way, with jeans. If she concentrated enough, she could see his muscles flexing against the fabric of the shirt, causing her ears to burn, and she felt her cheeks flush as he smiled at her, knowing that she was checking him out. Trying to distract herself (and to make sure her thoughts didn't wander any farther), she threw out her hand for a shake, saying, "My name is Maka."
The man took her hand in his, his grip strong and warm as he shook her hand. "Soul. Pleasure to meet you."
The two chatted at the bar a bit as they finished their drinks, Maka learning that Soul was a musician while telling him that she was studying in college to become a teacher. Maka also found that talking came easy to Soul. He was an extremely good listener, actively asking her things about school and classes and how she felt. He wasn't just saying things that she wanted to hear; he seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say! Maka could feel herself loosening up the longer their conversation went on. He was attractive, a good listener, he played the piano… 'And if he's at a club by himself then he must be single!' she heard herself think before pushing it away again. Sure, he seemed nice and all but she hardly knew him. Still, the longer she stared at him, the more warmth started to pool in her belly, dipping lower. She's never felt any way about first meeting a guy like this before! It scared her but it was also enticing. It almost made her want him more.
"You seem restless," Soul commented, noticing the way she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs the longer they talked. "Would you like to dance instead of just sitting here?"
"Sure," Maka said, smiling, hopping up off the bar stool and instantly regretting it as the world started to spin some. Yes, she's definitely drunk by now, looking down as she felt a hand grab her elbow in order to steady her.
"Are you alright?" Soul asked, his dark eyes full of concern, a strobe light hitting them for a moment and Maka could swear that they were red.
"Yeah, I just got up too fast. I'll be fine if I drink water the rest of the night," Maka slightly slurred, noticing her speech and smiling at it. However, instead of heading back to the bar to order some water, Maka continued to walk towards the dancefloor. Soul was right; she was restless, and she always did feel like dancing when she's had enough to drink in her. 'I wonder if he's staring at me,' Maka thought, swaying her hips on purpose as she glanced over her shoulder to check if he was still behind her. But Soul's eyes weren't looking anywhere except at hers, causing Maka to quickly turn back around, her face hot with heat as she stumbled slightly in her step. He wasn't even close to being a pervert! He's just been staring at her to make sure she doesn't fall on her face. Maka's never met someone who cared so much about her well-being right off the bat. It made butterflies form in her stomach the more she thought about it.
Making their way onto the dancefloor, the bass music instantly seemed to become louder, the techno pulsing through Maka's veins, putting a smile on her face as she began to dance to the music, twisting her hips left and right as she threw her arms up over her head. She heard deep laughter come from behind her, causing her to stop dancing and turn around to see Soul almost doubled-over laughing. Puffing her cheeks out in anger, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What's so funny?" she half-shouted over the music.
"Your dancing is hilarious Maka! You're not even moving your hips to the beat of the music!" Soul laughed out, before moving closer. "Here," he said, placing his hands on her hips as he guided her to face her back to him once more. "Let me help you out." Though his whispered breath wasn't anywhere close to her ear, it still sent a shiver down Maka's spine, waiting for Soul to lead her in the music.
Slowly, he started bopping her hips to the beat of the music, pushing their bodies from side to side as they danced. Maka didn't feel like this was any different than how she was dancing, except for the fact that now she had some hands on her sides that weren't her own. But Soul wasn't grinding up on her like other times when she would come to the club and give some guys a chance to dance with her. In fact, the only part of his body she could feel were his hands. Other than that, she wouldn't even have had a clue he was behind her. His hands unnerved her, the heat of them slipping through her dress and causing her sides to burn. What was this man doing to her?!
He would bop them for a few times, and then move to a bop-swaying motion, then back to bopping, and the longer it went on the more it was driving Maka insane. The dance was so erotic and yet at the same time not… it made Maka crave more of it, especially since she was dancing with such an attractive man. She was focusing less on the music and more on his hands, the way they held her so firmly and yet they weren't even trying to dip lower and touch her bottom. Maka knew this was a short dress, and how easy it would be, and was amazed that he wouldn't even try. But yet at the same time… him not trying made her want him to try. 'I sound like such a horny teen,' she thought shamefully, but it didn't make her thoughts any less true.
Previously, she had her hands up in the air like they were when she was dancing "wrong", but now she didn't know what to do with them. Slowly, she placed her hands down over where his own were on her, before stepping back into his grip more, brushing her ass up against the front of his jeans. It was simple and delicate but it was all the hint Soul needed before gripping her hips more sturdily, his chest now touching her back as they swayed from side to side to the music. Maka could feel his arousal straining against his jeans as it brushed continuously past her tailbone, and the thought of it made her thighs quiver. He found her attractive just as much as she found him. Thoughts of how big he was or how many people he's been with crossed her mind immediately (because someone this hot couldn't be a virgin right?!).
She could hear him breathing in her ear, deep and heavy, and she realized that she was breathing pretty heavily as well. When did it get this hot in here? Feeling him grind up against her, panting, had her all hot and heavy too. Oh, how she wish he'd plant those lips on her neck or ear – anywhere really. 'STDs,' she thought as she rolled her hips into his without him motioning it, and all logic went out the window when she was rewarded with a particularly hard thrust to her backside, causing her to audibly gasp.
"I liked that sound you made," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and sweaty, and she rolled her head over her shoulder, his gaze burning when she caught it.
"… I need something to drink," she whispered before quickly pulling away, Soul letting her go without hesitation. Immediately, she missed the warmth of his body, but as she walked off the dancefloor, the small wind cooled to her down, enough to realize there was sweat sticking to her skin. She waved down a girl in stilettoes holding a tray of beaker shots, marching up to her but trying not to look out of breath while doing so. "Hi," she panted, waiting a beat before, "How much?"
"Two for $5," she told Maka as she smacked her gum, her neon tank top dipping so low Maka could swear she saw nipple.
"Great, I'll take two then," Maka replied, bringing her clutch purse up in order to rummage through it to find her wallet.
"Make it four," a deep voice said to the side of her, Maka looking up to see Soul already handing the girl a twenty. "And keep the change."
Stuffing the twenty down her breast, the girl batted her fake eyelashes at Soul. "Go ahead and grab six, since you're leaving such a generous tip."
Soul looked at Maka, who then looked at the tray she was carrying. There were six different colors, so Maka suggested to just grab one of each, reaching for the red, orange, and yellow, which Soul grabbed the green, blue, and purple. Soul led them over to the wall, where there was a small bar table with two stools, though both of them just decided to stay standing. "I'm guessing strawberry and orange," Maka said, gesturing to the red and orange beakers before pointing at the purple one Soul was holding. "And grape. But I'm not sure about the others."
"That one is probably coconut – see how light it is?" Soul said, pointing to her yellow one, which was true. It was a very lightly colored yellow. "This green one is probably watermelon and the blue one something fake and made-up, like blue raspberry."
"Well, you can have those colors then. I like the ones I have," Maka said playfully, before adding on. "Thanks for paying… again."
"No problem," Soul said, smiling, before raising up his green one. "Cheers?"
The two clinked their beakers together, Maka downing the red one first, before the orange and yellow all in quick succession. She probably should have gotten water, as an afterthought as her vision began to grow hazy for a moment, but she was hot and thirsty and needed something right then and there! Stumbling for a moment, she felt Soul gently grab her wrist, his other hand removing the beakers from her own and setting them down on the table. "Srry. Sh'ud gotten werter…" Maka slurred before giggling, moving to wrap her arms around his neck.
"I hope you don't think I'm trying to get you drunk," Soul said ruefully, replacing his hands upon her hips as the two started to dance once more, their bopping slightly slower than the beat that was actually playing.
Maka shook her head, her hair whipping her in the face and seeing double-vision when she stopped. "Naah. Y'ure really rsspeckful, though ya dunt have any STDs do ya?" she replied, biting her tongue when she realized what she had just asked, the thought slightly sobering her up. "Oh m'gosh I'm so sorry! Furget I asked!"
Soul's rumbling laugh made her feel less bad about asking, his grip tightening slightly on her hips. "You're adorable! I'm clean, I promise. Is my word good enough or do you want to see papers?"
"Boff, actually," Maka retaliated, a fit of giggles falling from her mouth at her command. She was surely drunk; she always got giggly when drunk. Staring down at his chest, she saw his chest rise and fall with a heave, a sigh escaping his lips before she felt him pulling away from her. Instinct tugged at her to keep her hold on him around his neck but it wasn't like she was his girlfriend. She didn't want to seem clingy for no reason. Soul stepped back out of her grasp as he fished his phone out of his front pocket (her eyes tried not to wander and see if they could spot his bulge), the artificial light shining upon his facial features. He did have red eyes, and white hair! Soul must have noticed her staring, as he glanced up from his phone to grin at her, all of his teeth pointed sharp. Normally Maka would find a man like this repulsive but instead the knowledge of it just made him more alluring than ever. Maka was very confused at the signals her body was giving her, but she was drunk and halfway out the door of not caring by this point.
Soon, the phone was pushed her way, blinding light making her blink a few times before actually being able to read what was on the screen. "There. Happy?" Soul chuckled as she looked at the email he had pulled up. It was the results of some medical tests he had taken, all of them related to STDs with them all coming back negative! He was clean, and he could prove it… holy crap! As he pulled his phone away, Maka could only stare at him in wonder as her eyesight blacked out, trying to get back used to the dim lighting of the club. He was considerate, clean, hot as all get out, and single… Maka could feel herself becoming light-headed. 'This has to be a dream, right? I must have drank too much, as there's no way I can find someone as perfect as this.'
"I can't bulive you actually had 'em…" Maka mumbled, feeling Soul replace his arms around her waist, bringing her close against his body once more. Looking up at him, she moved her arms back around his neck, watching him smirk.
"You asked – I simply delivered. Would you like to start dancing again?" Soul asked, already starting to move her hips slightly with the downbeat of the music, Maka swishing them impatiently, messing up the beat Soul was creating for them. Soul huffed playfully, his head right by her ear, his breathy whisper sending a chill down her spine. "If you wanted to grind, you could have just said so."
His grip on her hips became more forceful, squeezing their bodies as close together as they could get, backing Maka up against the wall they were by. Maka could feel her cheeks become flushed; they were acting like other back couples on the wall but that didn't excuse the fact that they were practically having sex. She could feel the front of his jeans, one side more risen than the other and it made her squeeze her thighs together with anticipation. 'I want to kiss him,' Maka thought brazenly, and the thought scared her. Having a one-night stand was not like Maka Albarn, but then again, neither was liking men with the facial features of Soul!
Deciding to take the plunge, Maka tugged lightly on the back of his head (his hair is so soft!), Soul easily taking the hint and moving his head back into view so she could stare into his dark red eyes. Glancing down at his lips, Maka moved to lick her own, hesitation building up in her the longer she waited, but Soul was patient and just continued to stare at her, waiting for whatever it was that she needed to do/tell him. Moving closer, she lightly pecked her lips against his, moving back as she could feel a blush staining her cheeks.
From then on, it was like the floodgates had been opened.
Soul moved towards her, whispering, "Was that your way of saying you want to make-out?" he asked, not even giving Maka time to answer before his lips were on her, moving against them as one hand left her side to cradle her jaw. Soul's kiss was nothing like the pathetic one she tried to give. It was powerful and dominate; Soul pushed her more into the wall – if that was even possible – with the way he was kissing her. But it was also what Maka wanted, and was just too scared to do.
Maka kissed him back, feeling slobbery due to her being drunk but Soul didn't seem to mind, all the while gently thrusting his lower half into her own, the dancing long since forgotten. His arousal just continued to turn Maka on more, grinding back against him as all thought of how they looked to others vanished from her mind. All she cared about was the man in front of her with his lips on her own. Her fingers tugged at his snowy locks and she felt his tongue suddenly invade her mouth, the two exchanging saliva before he pulled away, his teeth lightly grabbing hold of her lower lip and suckling on it. Maka moaned into his mouth, trying to pull him back closer in order to do it again, Soul happily obliging.
Maka felt herself getting pressed further in the wall, Soul's hand roaming up and down the sides of her body, though they made no move to touch any part of her claimed to be 'intimate'. Her clutch purse dangled from her side, banging into it with the amount of dry humping the two were doing. Soul pulled away, breaking the kiss, though his body stayed pressed up against hers, panting and his breath hot on her face as he asked, "Want to get out of here?"
The question hung in the air, it clearing Maka's fuzzy mind only for a moment. He was clean and she really… really wanted him… Nodding her head, Maka replied, "Just lemme tell my furend." Her lips brushed against his own as she talked, and Soul couldn't help himself, diving in for another round of kisses as soon as she finished. "Mmf… lemme go call her," Maka said, pushing lightly on his chest. She wanted him so bad, let's get out of here already!
"Okay. I'll call an Uber then," Soul said, stepping back from her as he let Maka out of his grip.
Maka stumbled her way into the bathroom, where the sound of bass was muffled and she was able to hear her thoughts again. Digging into her purse, she fished out her phone, seeing that she had three missed calls from Tsubaki, and only one text that said, Are u alright? No SOS?
Swiping right on one of the missed calls, she rang up her roommate's phone, her friend picking up after the second ring. "Are you okay?" were the first words out of her mouth, having to yell over the music. Tsubaki must be downstairs.
"Yeah. 'M fine. Tsu… I met sumone. He's r'lly great and I'm… gunna take him back 'ome," Maka slurred, outwardly cringing at how drunk she sounded.
Tsubaki also noticed, as she commented on it. "Maka, you sound really drunk… Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah," Maka nodded, though Tsubaki couldn't tell she did. "I promise, if he turns creep, 'M kickin 'em out." Bringing a hand up to her forehead, Maka took a chance and glanced at herself in the mirror. Her lips were swollen and her emerald eyes glazed over. She hasn't drank this much in a long time but she still felt conscious, still felt sane… She hoped that Soul really was a good guy and that this wasn't just her drunken mind making up stuff.
"Okay, I trust you… Call me if you need anything, got it?" Tsubaki said, her worried-mother voice making its way in and Maka couldn't help but smile at it. She really was thankful to have such a great best friend.
"Got it. Luuuuuuuub you!" Maka sing-sang into the phone, hearing her friend reciprocate before Maka pulled the phone away from her ear and ended the call. Wobbling her way out of the bathroom, she saw Soul standing just outside, leaning against the wall. Looking up when he heard the door open, he made his way over to her.
"Everything okay?" he asked, wrapping an arm around her waist in order to steady her movements. She wondered why he wasn't as drunk as she was, but then again, Maka's alcohol tolerance was pretty low.
She nodded. "Yeah. Let's get outta 'ere."
Chuckling, Soul led the two of them downstairs and out of the club, the Uber driver waiting for them as they exited. Soul opened the backdoor for Maka, making sure she was completely in before closing it and making his way around the other side. Maka was able to buckle herself, Soul doing the same as the driver asked where they were headed. "The university. Bronson Hall," Maka said, trying her best to sound not-drunk but she was sure the driver could probably tell even if she never said a word the whole time.
The drive back to campus, Soul kept close, an arm around her shoulders as he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, kissing it lightly. Maka rolled her head away, turning to face him. "Not in the car…" she half-whispered, before planting a kiss on his lips, the two open-mouth kissing for a few minutes before Soul pulled away with a grin on his face. Maka could feel her already heated face flush up more, seeing the driver roll their eyes from the front seat.
Finally pulling up to the building, Maka unbuckled and opened the door, feeling the warm air hit her; summertime was coming in fast and it did nothing to help cool her down. Soul ended up beside her a few moments later, the car driving off and leaving the both of them standing in the light of the streetlamp. "Is your dorm co-ed?" Soul asked, watching as Maka shook her head.
"No… but lots ah girls bring guys in…" Hesitating, Maka bit her lip. She's never brought any guys over, well, at least not this late. She hoped it would be one of the RAs cool with this sort of thing, and her wishing rewarded her when the two of them entered the building to see a pink-haired girl sitting behind the counter. It was Kim, and though she preferred the ladies over the men, she figured if she could have sexy-time, why not everyone else? She was just lucky to like the same gender, and didn't have to worry about this whole thing.
Kim looked up from her phone, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise when she saw it was Maka. "Well well well! Thought I'd never see the day!" she taunted lightly, Maka simply just smiling back and letting out a small chuckle. Kim was laid back but if she knew of how drunk Maka really was… she might change her mind, due to not wanting Maka to get taken advantage of. However, that idea flew out of the window when Maka had a movement towards the stairs and nearly tripped over an invisible crack in the tiles, Soul grabbing her elbow to steady her again. "Maka…" Kim said warily, Maka nervously looking over at her senior. "… How drunk are you right now?"
Maka squeezed her thumb and index finger together, almost pinching the space between them. "Jus a lil bit… I may have drank ta much at tha club but I'm good."
Kim squinted her eyes at the two of them, obviously not believing Maka was 'good'. Moving her eyes to Soul, she ran them up and down before saying, "I get one call from her, or anyone else around her, hearing her say 'no' or 'stop', and I'm calling the police. You got that?"
Soul, who had thankfully been silent this whole time, raised his hand in agreement. "I know my word may not mean much to you, but I promise I will only go as far as Maka wishes. I'll leave as soon as she says the word."
Maka felt her heard thump loudly in her chest at his words, butting in, "Hez been a total gentlemun… Ya know I dunt bring home creeps Kim."
"Yeah, sober Maka doesn't," Kim replied, crossing her arms over her chest before sighing. "But, I haven't heard anything from Tsu, and if she trusts you with this guy…" Pausing, she left her eyes drift over Soul one time. "… Then so do I. Call if anything happens, you got that!"
Nodding her head, Maka gave a thumbs-up before continuing to the stairs, climbing up them slowly, feeling Soul's body heat hover close to her own, in case she either fell or passed out. 'Oh God, what if he's just waiting for me to pass out?' Maka thought irrationally. He could do anything to her at that point! Rape her, take her money… Maka was so invested in her thoughts that he didn't hear Soul until he tapped her on the shoulder once they reached the top of the second floor, Maka jumping slightly at the action, her body tensing up as she turned to face him.
"I was going to talk about how it seems you're widely trusted around here… but you're acting like I'm about to attack you. What's up?" Soul asked, white eyebrows pulled together in genuine concern and confusion. It made Maka instantly feel silly that she would have ever even think about something like that.
"Nu-Nuthing. Just my mind getting away from meh," Maka replied, opening the door and starting off down the hallway. As the two of them walked, they could hear the moaning of some girls (and a few guys) behind closed doors. It always made Maka feel disgusted but this time, it just made her ears burn with envy. Stopping at her door, Maka opened up her purse to pull out her keys, missing the hole the first time with unsteady hands, before finally unlocking it. Opening the door, she replaced her keys in her purse, moving to turn on the light as she held the door open for Soul to follow in after her. The door closed and Soul moved out of the way so that she could lock it.
They were finally alone.
Soul looked around, a small smile on his face. "Seems comfy," he commented, looking into Maka's eyes as he did so.
"Thanks. Sumtimes it gets a lil crowded dough," Maka said, moving to place her purse down on the floor as well as slip off her shoes, sighing in relief when her bare feet touched the rug at the foot of her bed. "So. Um…" Maka stuttered, turning around to face Soul as she rubbed at one of her shoulders. "How do we –"
Maka was cut off by Soul's mouth on hers, hot and wet and just as heavy as she remembered. Moving her arms around his neck, she moaned into the kiss, feeling the hands roam across her back, one tangling in her blonde locks as the other dared the cross the region between her hips and her butt. Maka swished her hips from side to side, Soul catching on quickly as he cupped one round cheek, squeezing it lightly. Maka sighed, moving away slightly to whisper, "You're a fast learner," against his lips, Soul simply lightly laughing in return before kissing her once more, his tongue invading her mouth as it slipped inside to tangle with her own.
Maka's body felt hot and sticky, her thighs trembling, Soul breaking off the kiss to trail open-mouthed ones up to her ear, his teeth tugging on the lobe. "Is this okay?" he asked, his deep voice sending a shiver down her spine, until Maka realized his fingers were playing with the zipper on her dress, his other hand fingering the straps at the back of her neck. Nodding, Maka whispered a quiet approval into his neck, kissing it and tasting his sweat, before feeling simultaneous tugging and zipping.
With this dress, she didn't need to wear a bra, and Maka felt very exposed the moment Soul stepped back and let her dress pool around the base of her feet. "Fuck," Soul mumbled, not giving Maka anytime to cover up before hugging her close against his chest, whispering in her ear. "And I thought you were hot with the dress on." Feeling his arousal twitch against the front of his jeans, Maka moved one hand down to softly palm his erection, Soul cursing in her ear once more before saying, "Let me get undressed too."
Moving back, Maka watched as Soul moved to pull off his button-down shirt, it falling to the ground as he then pulled the T-shirt he was wearing underneath up and over his head, revealing his own naked chest to her. He had deliciously defined abs and pecks, along with a scar that ran from one side of his chest all the way to the other side of his abdomen. It made Maka's heart hurt just looking at it, and she desperately wished to reach out and touch it, if only to console him. However, instead of doing that, Maka moved to sitting herself on her bed, intent to enjoy the strip-teasing show as Soul fingered the button on his jeans slowly, the anticipation making Maka's nipples hardened. Slowly, he pulled down his jeans, until both of them were just in their underwear, Maka unable to help herself stare at the very large tent in his boxers, her tongue darting out to lick at dry lips.
"Hungry for me already?" Soul chuckled, Maka pulling her eyes away from him (his… "other" him), watching as he slid on the bed and towards her in one fluid motion, cupping her cheeks as he moved to kiss her again. The two kissed, Maka more aware of his erection now more than ever, but Soul never made a move to unsheathe it from his boxers. In fact, as he slowly gestured for her to lay down, the next thing he did after leaving her lips, was kiss down her neck slowly, his hands reaching down to fondle and grasp at her breasts, Maka sucking in a breath of pleasure when he did that.
Softly, Soul massaged her breasts, each one seeming to fit perfectly within his grasp. He didn't seem upset that they were small; in fact, he almost seemed mesmerized by them, his attention solely focused on them and the pleasure he was creating for her. His massaging soon circled up to her nipples, lightly grasping each other between his thumb and index finger, pinching and rolling it, Maka unable to help the moan escaping from her lips. "That's right, don't hold back. I want to know how good I'm making you feel," Soul said, twisting one nipple slightly harder than before, Maka thrusting her chest up as her legs quivered between him. Pain wasn't something that normally turned her on, but Maka decided to make an exception for this man when he moved over one breast to suckle on it, teeth lightly taking the nub in between them and applying pressure. Maka couldn't decide whether her hands should be fisted in the sheets or in his hair, as they alternated as frequently as Soul did as he moved from one breast to the other, his mouth on one while his hand tortured the other. He was starting to pinch and pull the nipple up at the same time, his mouth lapping over the previously abused one, Maka's toes curling at the sensation of pleasure and pain.
Thrusting her hips up into his, she gasped out his name, looking down as she watched him release both breasts before scooting farther down her body. He sat back on his knees, fingers lightly testing the edge of her panty lines, before looking up at her, asking for a silent approval. Maka responded by thrusting her hips once more, her arousal nearly crippling her at this point, before feeling Soul peel her panties down her legs and off her body.
Spreading her legs, Soul mumbled, "You're really fucking wet," into her core, before letting his tongue slip out, circling around her swollen clit. Maka gasped and Soul asked, "Is this okay?" before sucking on her clit harshly.
"Oh fuck!" Maka shouted, the words leaving her mouth before she could even realize that she cursed, and loudly at that.
"Heh heh… I'll take that as a 'yes'," Soul laughed, a finger prodding at her entrance, slicking itself up and down in her juices.
"I… I never curse," Maka said to him, trying to justify her reasoning as to why. Sure, she's had sex before, and had boyfriends perform oral on her but something about this man's mouth…
"I like it. Scream if you want to," Soul said, slipping one digit inside as he did so, easily curling his finger and immediately hitting her sweet spot, another 'fuck' slipping from Maka's lips. "Let's me know you're enjoying it." Soul let his finger lazily slip in and out of her, curling every time he entered in order to press against her G-spot, his mouth moving back to tongue at her clit, sucking on the nub as he lapped his tongue on her slit all the way up to it.
Maka could feel her orgasm quickly approaching with the dual stimulation, trying to speed up his tempo but Soul kept her hips firm against the bedspring. Suddenly, he pushed a second finger inside, both of them curling as he flicked at her clit and her orgasm crashed into her, Maka screaming as her knuckles clenched the sheets so tight they were turning white. But Soul didn't stop his ministrations. He continued pumping into her as she rode out her orgasm, wave after wave, until they ebbed and she finally released her death grip on the sheets, panting heavily and feeling her hair stick to her forehead, Soul pulling his fingers out from her.
Sitting back on his legs, Soul slipped his fingers into his mouth, Maka watching with hazy eyes as he licked her juices off. Drifting down, she saw his member was standing at full attention, glimpses of skin peeking out of the fly in his boxers. Soul must have noticed her gaze, as he mumbled out lowly, "Do you want to continue?" His voice was deep, like he was mumbling it from the back of his throat, and Maka could see the arousal in his eyes; she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the sticky residue. Normally she would have been grossed out by it, but Maka was still too turned on to care.
Nodding, Maka asked, "Do you have a condom?" She didn't think she had any and cursed at herself for not being prepared! 'I mean, I'm on birth control but still…' she thought to herself, watching as Soul pulled himself off the bed momentarily to grab his jeans, pulling a piece of foil out from his front pocket. "How long has that been in there?" Maka questioned, knowing that condoms were finicky things, and keeping one in your pocket forever could basically ruin it.
"Would you rather I just brought the box it came out of?" Soul laughed, quickly continuing before Maka could respond. "Relax, I only tote around condoms when I go to the club. It's fresh, I promise."
Maka relaxed her shoulders at that, watching as Soul stripped himself of his boxers, his erection springing free and bobbing slightly. Maka could feel her ears burning as she stared; he was bigger and thicker than any man she had ever been with, and she dated a black man! 'That's right Maka, be completely stereotypical while staring at another man's penis,' her conscious bickered at her, Soul tearing open the condom and rolling it down the length of his dick. It was intimidating but also arousing. The dirty part of Maka's mind couldn't wait to have him inside her, and that thought scared her. Since when did she have such raunchy thoughts?!
Climbing back onto the bed, Soul settled himself back between Maka's legs, one hand gently massaging her outer thigh. "Are you still okay with everything?" he asked, and though Maka knew how obviously horny he was for her, it made her heard thump loudly in her chest knowing he was still thinking of her even now. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Maka simply nodded, watching as Soul leaned forward to kiss her. Making out, Maka wrapped her arms around Soul's neck, feeling his hands creep their way up her sides, tenderly touching her. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and she felt one solid push at her thighs and suddenly he was shafted completely within her. Maka's mind went blank for a moment, she couldn't believe that due to his size, she didn't feel any pain during his entrance.
Soul pulled out slightly, before making a shallow thrust, Maka's back arching with the feeling of being filled. Maka moaned, hearing Soul let out a groan of his own, continuing his shallow thrusts slowly into her. He felt amazing, like he filled her up completely and was being stretched, but there was no pain. Only immense pleasure. Maka dug her nails into his shoulder blades, Soul leaning his head down so it was resting against hers, the heavy panting in her ear making her more aroused. Soul's fingers trailed down her sides, cupping underneath her thighs and pulling her knees up so that the base of her feet was resting against the bed. The new angle hit her G-spot, and Maka squeezed her muscles, letting out a cry of pleasure as she heard Soul suck in a breath through his teeth. He slammed his hips into hers roughly, hitting her cervix and Maka swore she was probably leaving indents of her nails in his skin.
"Too rough?" Soul gasped out, nipping at her neck playfully as he thrusted roughly once more, getting the same reaction from Maka.
"Aah!... No… Feels good…" Maka mumbled, trying hard to think of words but all that enveloped her brain was pleasure. Soul, however, took this as the green light, starting to pound into her, Maka's moans soon turning to screams of pleasure, her nails gripping into him like her life depended on it. One hand gripping her side, the other gripping the bed, Soul mumbled out curse words in her ear, before moving over to kiss her, swallowing her screams.
Moving her head to the side to breath, Maka could quickly feel another orgasm approaching, with the constant attention to her G-spot he was giving her. She felt his hand slip down between them, and rub at her swollen clit, and that was the tipping point. "Oh fuck!" Maka called out, throwing her head back as she felt her second orgasm wash over her, Soul thrusting into her a few final times, before growling out the same curse word, his penis twitching inside of her as he came as well.
Feeling Soul pull out, Maka let herself collapse onto her pillows, not realizing that her muscles were holding her upper body up. Panting, she pushed her bangs back from her sticky forehead, watching as Soul carefully pulled the condom off of his penis, tying it in a knot and depositing both it and the wrapper in a nearby trashcan. He was panting heavily as well, reaching down to grab his boxers and slip them back on, before looking up and over at her. "That was amazing," he said, smiling at her, causing a smile to grace Maka's lips as well.
"Yeah… it was," Maka agreed, moving to sit up on her bed some, pulling her knees up to her chest, starting to feel more uncomfortable the longer she realized she was exposed.
"Guess I'll be heading out now," he continued, tugging his jeans up his waist, turning around in order to button them, Maka staring at his ass as he did so. Deciding to cover up, Maka scooted off the bed herself, moving to one of her drawers and tugging out an XXL T-shirt that she got from Race for the Cure three years ago, slipping it up and over her, the dress-like shirt ending at her knees. She looked over at Soul, seeing that he was already completely dressed as well. Moving to her door, Maka followed, hovering behind him unsure what to do. Does she just say bye and let him leave? Does she kiss him goodbye, accidentally instigating round two? She's never had a one-night stand before, were there rules you were supposed to follow?
"I had fun," Soul said, turning around to face her before cupping her jaw and placing a light kiss against her lips. It was so soft and so quick, Maka barely had time to reciprocate before he was pulling away, barely had time to mumble the same before he was out the door, shutting it behind him.
Maka waited for about ten seconds at the door, making sure that he wasn't going to try and pop back in, before running back over to her drawers and digging out a new pair of panties and sleep shorts, feeling naked without having something on her lower half. Opening the door, Maka checked down both ways, seeing the hallway clear, before darting down to the bathroom and relieving herself. She wasn't about to risk getting a UTI just because she got laid!
Back inside her dorm, Maka locked the door, instantly feeling the lateness of the night: it had to be at least three or four in the morning but Maka refused to check her phone, simply crawling under her covers and passing out before she even realized it.
Maka woke up at ten o'clock, when Tsubaki came back home, with a pounding headache. "You look horrible," Tsubaki commented, when Maka turned over to face her, groaning at the sunlight as she rubbed at her eyes.
"I drank waaaaaaaay too much last night…" Maka said, her hands moving to her temples as she tried to massage the headache away. "Do you have any Excedrin? I feel like I want to rip my head off."
As Tsubaki went around and got the bottle, it felt like she was shaking it way more than necessary to Maka's hungover state, gladly taking two pills and the water bottle from her friend's hand. "So… how was last night?" Tsubaki asked after fifteen minutes, trying to let the pills take effect.
"Ugh, I'll tell you over breakfast. I need pancakes to get rid of this hangover," Maka said, if only to stall talking about it. Surprisingly, despite how horrible she felt, she remembered last night perfectly. It wasn't a blur and… it wasn't something she regretted.
Thirty minutes later, they're sitting down at an IHOP, Maka nursing both a coffee and a water, and the interrogation starts. "So, what was so special about this guy to make you take him home? You never do that!" Tsubaki was grinning from ear to ear.
"It's strange… he didn't look like the type of guy I'd be into Tsu. White hair, red eyes, really sharp teeth… If anything, he's the type of guy I would stay away from." Pausing, Maka looked down at her coffee, thinking about Soul's features. "But honestly? He's the most attractive man I've ever seen in my life."
There was a squeak of joy from the raven-haired woman. "And how was the sex?" God, she was almost as bad as Liz!
"Really good," Maka admitted, feeling her cheeks heat up. "Actually, the best I've ever had. I feel… energized. Like I've been going to the gym. I feel like I have a ton of energy now." Maka smiled. "I feel really happy too, and a lot less stressed."
"Guess it's a good thing I dragged you out then, huh?" Tsubaki smiled, right as their food arrived.
"Yeah…" Maka mumbled, mostly to herself as she thought about Soul. She wondered how stressed for the Praxis she would be if she didn't go. She probably would be studying right now, instead of feeling cool, calm, and collected. She felt like she could take on the world; Maka was really enjoying this feeling.
"I guess I am."
Maka is going to major in Education, just because it makes it easier cause I'll actually know stuff. Also, sorry if characters are OOC throughout this entire thing.