A/N: OK, only one fill from here on and this has actual smut, so enjoy.

Summary: Birthday parties aren't usually his thing. But horny meisters in empty closets most definitely are.


It was almost disgustingly predictable. For Patti's eighteenth birthday, Liz had forced Kid (though he was not quite as reluctant as he had made out) to pull out all the stops to give her the biggest and best party no one would be able to remember the next morning. There was loud music, booze and probably a fair few drug dealers present. It was the perfect recipe for a good time.

That was probably why Soul was, for once, actually enjoying himself. Though that, truthfully, probably had more to do with the fact he had his meister enthusiastically grinding against him to the beat of said loud music. And the fact that, y'know, he already had his tongue down her throat and her ass in his hands.

It was a wonderful arrangement.

Her arms were thrown around his neck, a hand tangled in his white locks while the other clutched as his shirt. The song changed to one with a slower beat and their grinding slowed with it. Their tongues also moved slower, languid instead of frantic.

He pulled away slightly, proud to see the flush on his girlfriend's face. He squeezed her ass playfully and pulled her closer.

She raised an eyebrow in question, green eyes still somewhat glazed with lust.

He leaned forward so his lips brushed her ear. "Let's go somewhere private."

She grinned against his cheek and nodded, placing a chaste kiss to the skin of his neck before untangling herself from his embrace and dragging him from the dance floor. He intertwined their fingers as they walked out of the large main room and into one of the many hallways. Sometimes her soul perception came in very handy, she bypassed any and all doors that had people behind them until she found a tiny cupboard tucked away on the second floor that was unoccupied.

She giggled as she pulled him after her and he had to chuckle along with her, even as the door shut behind him and they were shrouded in darkness. He cupped her face gently, still smiling, and began to pepper it with kisses. It didn't take long for them to find their rhythm from the dance floor, soon he was clutching at her hips and she was pushing him against one of the walls as their tongues slid together eagerly.

His slacks were tight against his boner and he tightened his hold on her in hopes that it would get her to start that glorious grinding again. She didn't. Instead, she went better and trailed a hand down his front to cup his errection and stroke it lightly.

One hand left her hips to hold the nape of her neck. Even as her hand worked his cock through his pants, he had the urge to put his tongue as deep into her mouth as it could go.

Eventually though, he had to stop the excellent service. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from his dick, settling it on his waist instead, while still kissing her.

She pulled away and stared at him in confusion. "Not good?"

He shook his head and rubbed the side of her neck with his thumb, squeezing the hand at his waist with his. "It was very good, but it's always me gettin' when we're at parties. How about I give this time?"

She bit her lip and shifted. "I don't know." She looked at him uncertainly from under her lashes. "Isn't it easier to give you head when we have to stand? It's not really big enough in here..."

"I think we can manage," he assured her, pressing his forehead to hers. "If you wanna try, that is."

She worried her lip some more and he waited patiently, continuing to rub her neck gently. Finally, she nodded and grinned shyly. His grin was anything but shy.

He resumed kissing her, turning them round so that it was her who was pushed against the wall. He moved her arms around his neck and trailed his hands down her sides to the hem of her dress.

"Just say if you wanna stop," he murmured against her lips as he toyed with the frilled edge of the skirt.

She nodded in understanding, winding her hands into his hair. His fingers found their way under the skirt of the dress and began to meander their way up the insides of her thighs. They kept going up until they reached their destination: her aching pussy. However, he didn't go straight to the point, instead he took the scenic route.

He brushed the tips of his fingers against the edge of her panties, toying with the lace and trying to figure out which pair she was wearing, if she hadn't bought a new pair especially for the occasion, which, given that the Thompsons had taken her out shopping two days before, was actually pretty likely.

She whined into his mouth as he continued to tease her. She tried undulating her hips to try and catch his fingers but he simply pulled his hands away until she stopped moving.

"S-Soul," she murmured, pulling away from the kiss to meet his carnal ruby gaze. "C'mon, I thought you said-mmm."

He grinned as she practically melted when he finally pressed against her clit through her underwear. "Happy now, babe?"

She hummed and rocked against his fingers slightly. "I suppose, if you won't do any better," she teased.

He shook his head. "Oh Maka, you know I can do so much better. Didn't I say I wanted to give tonight?"

"Better hop to it dear, if you're so eager," she said, pulling on his hair gently. "Otherwise I'll just be frustrated."

"Can't have that now," he murmured as he attached his mouth to her neck to suck on the skin there. He pushed her underwear aside and brushed against the moist skin beneath it.

Her hands tightened in his hair as she hummed happily. He pushed his finger between her swollen lips to find her clit, pressing hard before swirling his finger around it. She moaned softly in his ear, fingers carding through his hair.

Eagerly he pulled away from her so that he could get down on his knees, fingers still swirling around her clit. He grinned up at her as he pulled his finger away and she whined. He hushed her gently and pulled her panties down her long, long, long legs, manoeuvring them around her heels a bit before stuffing them into the pocket of his slacks. Then he hitched one of her legs over his shoulder and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee.

She sighed and tangled both hands in his hair. He flashed her one more devious grin, accompanied by a wink that made her smile and giggle, before he pulled the skirt of her dress over his head. He placed a kiss above her trimmed blonde curls, then leaned his head down so he could lick along her lips.

Her hips rocked slightly, hinting that he should probably move this along. He smirked against her flesh. Not a fucking chance.

He brought his hands up and spread her lips with his thumbs, then licked up with the flat of his tongue. She hummed and tightened her grip in his hair. He gave her two more full-tongue licks before zeroing in on her clit, sucking it into his mouth and between his teeth slightly.

She cried out sharply before a hand left his hair to stuff into her mouth, muffling her moans as he teased his favourite little button. He played with this bundle of nerves for a little bit, alternatively quickening and slowing his sucking. Her thighs were quivering slightly by the time he decided to step things up a notch.

Moving his hands, he spread her lips with one hand while the other moved so that his thumb was rubbing her clit firmly as he ran his tongue down to her entrance. He poked his tongue inside a few times, fucking her and flicking it as far as he could reach. Eventually though, the hand at her clit and tongue swapped places.

Maka inhaled sharply as finger entered her and he sucked harshly on her clit. The air under her skirt was starting to get pretty warm and the smell of her arousal was overwhelming. Thankfully his meister was nothing if not a fucking mind-reader and she helped him out by pulling the dress up and tucking the loose material behind her ass which was pinned against the wall.

He pushed another finger inside her and pulled his mouth away, grinning.

"How do ya' like it so far?" he asked huskily.

She smirked and carded her fingers through his hair again. "It's very good. But you should continue."

Instead of answering with something smart-ass-y he leaned down again and sucked on her as his fingers crooked inside her. His eyes stayed glued to her face so he could watch as she threw her head back and muffled her moans with a hand over her mouth. He groaned as he felt her juices begin to drip down his fingers. Fuck, she was so hot, so wet, so perfect. It made him so hard.

He pulled his mouth away again just to tell her that.

She bit her lip and ground down against his fingers. "Show me- hnng- h-how much you like it," she challenged.

He immediately wanted to stand back up, pin her against the wall and fuck her. But he liked the position he was in too much to do so. There was something so hot about watching his normally prudish and reserved meister completely lose it with because of his tongue, it was almost better than watching her lose it with his dick. Almost.

He twisted her hand sharply, letting go of her lips with the other hand so he could grasp her ass and pull her to his face. He resisted the urge to smirk as she hiccupped, too intent on sucking on her clit till she collapsed at his feet, much like she did when she sucked his dick. His cock twitched in his constraining slacks at the thought.

"S-Soul," she sobbed suddenly. Hazy, heavily shadowed green met his gaze and he flicked her clit teasing with his tongue. "Please."

"Anything for you," he murmured against her, eyes locked with hers.

He moved his fingers faster, sucked and flicked her clit faster and harder. She was forced to throw her head back as her orgasm approached. He could feel it as her walls started to clench around his fingers, see it in her heaving chest (fuck, he hadn't sucked on her tits yet, he would have to rectify that later) and he heard it in the breathy way she said his name and only eve his name.

"Soul, oh god, Soul," she moaned, hand doing little to muffle her voice. It wasn't like he actually cared though, he loved her voice. "Fuck, close, Soul, I-ahh, Soul!"

Her pussy clenched tightly around his fingers are she came, shuddering and thigh clamping over his shoulder to stop its shaking. Her hand was almost painful in his hair, he was almost worried she was gonna rip some his white locks out. Her voice choked a little as she continued to sing his praise as his fingers continued to move in her, though as a slower pace.

He continued to slow as the pulsing of her core slowed, right until she had completely rode out her orgasm. He pulled away and made sure she was looking down as him before he sucked his fingers into his mouth and licked his lips and wiped his face with the back of his hand. She would had rolled her eyes at him or blushed if she hadn't felt quite so sated.

"Good?" he asked in a murmur, gently moving her leg off his shoulder so he could stand and lean over her.

She nodded and tilted her head up so she could kiss him, humming when she tasted herself on his tongue. He tried to keep his distance, she was still woozy from her orgasm and probably not that keen on dealing with anything yet, let alone his still straining dick, but her arms wove around his torso and pulled him closer. His errection pressed against her warm body and he couldn't suppress his shiver.

"Do ya' want me to give now?" she teased when she felt him. She pulled him closer and rolled her hips against his. "Pretty sure I could go again."

He merely grinned and pushed her back against the wall, cupping her face as he kissed her deeply.