I have no idea how I managed to reach around four thousand words with this one.
Hey guys! Thank you to everyone who favorited/followed this adventure into Soul and Maka's sex lives.
This one was somehow easier to write, given it's solely from Soul's perspective. Maybe I just know my own anatomy better than a male's, so I can describe every detail better than before. This one is a lot less expository and probably a good three quarters of this one is the smut itself.
I tried to do something a little different with the prompt, I hope you find the concept amusing because I can totally see this happening in the canonverse. Remember that the characters are around nineteen years old!
As always please leave a review if you enjoyed it! It helps encourage me to write more.
~Muse
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SoMa NSFW #2: Birthday
His head was still spinning by the time he managed to drag himself up the stairs (because it seemed like a better idea than the elevator, otherwise he'd be forced to see his own dinner) and stumble to his apartment door. Granted, the effects of his drink had worn off, or so he thought when the mere act of inserting his key into the door proved to be more challenging than he expected it to be.
It was one or two in the morning so he didn't quite expect the living space's light to still be on, though he couldn't help but to chuckle at the sight of ash blonde hair, tilted downwards as he was sure his meister and girlfriend was on the couch.
She perked up at his entrance, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket. "You didn't fall asleep?" Soul murmured, somewhat glad his words weren't slurring. Her head peeked out from behind the pale yellow sofa, her face rather adorable as she tilted her head to the side in contemplation.
"No, I was reading a new novel," Maka replied. Her voice trilled like bells in his alcohol-laden head, soothing against his ears as he sauntered his way towards her. "And I lost track of the time." She looked at him critically as he slumped down, dumping himself beside her. She was dressed in pyjamas, her legs curled to her chest and her hair in lazy pigtails – not nearly as perfect and secure as they would have been during the day. "And how was Blackstar's?"
When Blackstar had vehemently denied Maka's entrance to his 'pre' Birthday party (because a God deserved two of them, apparently,) she had Maka-chopped him so hard that even he winced and teared up. Soul could tell Maka took a lot of personal offence, but then realized something was up when Blackstar still denied her entry to his party and then grew furthermore suspicious when Tsubaki comforted her, telling her that she wasn't invited either and to not take it personally – Blackstar's actual birthday-birthday party involved them.
And Soul's face grew red when he recalled why.
"It was… wild," he said carefully. Her eyebrow raised at his words, her eyes still staring at him critically.
"Soul… you reek of alcohol." He mumbled an apology as she stood up. He made a sound of protest but she shrugged him off. "I'm getting you water before you get too bad of a hangover." Soul leaned back at her final tone, gratitude filling for the woman who had always been there for him since Day One. He knew he could trust her with everything, from something as trivial as a hangover to something as serious as fighting to save lives.
He listened to the clinking of glass as she worked around the kitchen, the tap turning on as she fixed him up. As she did that, Soul leaned over to inspect the book she had left behind. "So," her tone was light – careful. He quickly placed the book back on the table, slightly abashed. "What was so important that I couldn't come?" Her tone was deceivingly pleasant, as it happened to be when she tried not to sound pissed but was not fooling anyone – particularly him.
He swallowed, trying to find the right words for exactly what had transpired that night. He certainly wasn't expecting it, nor was Kid really, judging by how he was dressed. It was only when Blackstar insisted on blindfolding them (Soul was already regretting accepting this invitation) did they realize where he had taken them.
The unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach only grew tenfold when she hadn't taken the silence as a hint – or rather, it made her more suspicious – as she came back around and sat on the couch beside him, glass of water still in hand.
"Uh… we went to a… he took us to a…. strip club?"
She didn't visibly react, thank God, as she set down the glass carefully. The soft clink of glass on glass seemed to reverberate in the room.
"HE WHAT?!"
Soul winced, his head pounding in his head as her voice ripped through a couple of octaves. That's one way to sober up, he thought quietly as Maka reddened and apologized quickly for yelling. As Soul leaned over to take a sip of water, she began to fume quietly. It was kind of adorable, he thought despite himself, as she muttered, "No consideration… he's my boyfriend…. No wonder… doesn't he have Tsubaki…"
Swallowing down the cool liquids, he returned his water back to the table. He waited patiently for her to stop freaking out. She calmed down a little, if only assured by his gentle laughter. She looked at him with her large emerald eyes, which Soul couldn't help but to stare into. As his brain had filled with the buzz of alcohol, he kept trying to replace that girl – Alice? May? – 's eyes with his own lover's. Even their well-endowed chests seemed to be too much in his eyes. Those emerald eyes. It was all it took for him to get hard sometimes. And all of the girls that Blackstar had for them lacked that quality.
"If it makes you feel any better, BlackStar kept laughing about how I wouldn't get it up," he offered consolingly. She paused at his words and gave a small noncommittal grunt instead folding her arms and her legs in an adorably pouty manner. His eyes trailed down her face and rested on her chest. Man, this was so much better. He never really took himself to be attracted to a more flat chest than a rounded one. Definitely today had opened his eyes to his preferences, as if he wasn't quite sure of them already.
As his eyes trailed downwards, they rested on the crease of her pants. He lingered on the folds right between her legs, the way her pyjamas shifted as her thigh bounced lightly. He felt the familiar sensation of blood heading south, himself pinking as he imagined her creamy flesh underneath her silk pants.
Damn, this is what gets me hard, he thought. He decided there was no need to tell Maka that while he was horny at the club, he wasn't particularly aroused. Kid knew that so he had suggested that Soul slip out of the club while Blackstar wasn't paying attention, if only so he could actually relieve himself from his growing discomfort. But being here, in the presense of his meister, whose face was flushed with a combination of embarrassment and anger and her hair slightly disheveled. Her shirt teased her midriff to him as the fabric bunched at her folded arms.
In his slightly-alcohol fuzzy mind, he remember how just a few weeks ago had she gotten him off – or mostly got him off. Since then, their makeout sessions had been a lot more heated – with her hands occasionally dipping into his pants teasingly. They had gotten as far as going shirtless, though Maka insisted she kept her bra on. She hadn't quite gotten comfortable enough to recreate that scene – unfortunately – and he didn't want to push the idea of her being on the receiving end of the treatment.
Now he kind of wished he had free access. The longer he stared at the parts of her exposed body, the more his desire decided to be refueled and for his mind to want to reach out and touch her.
"So you… couldn't get hard?"
Her voice was meek and snapped Soul out of his reveries. Her back was still to his but he could detect a small note of pride in her voice. She is adorable, he thought to himself with a smile on his face. "Nope, they weren't my type."
She giggled – giggled - and Soul couldn't help but to feel himself get harder. Damn, he was a slave to her, he thought, as even just a laugh could begin to trip his mood. She turned to him then, her face still pink but it made her eyes shine out evermore noticeably and brought out her peachy lips, a ghost of a smile still on her face. "So who's-"
"You are," he responded flatly, anticipating her question. He wasn't quite sure of what was happening but she threw herself on him, his lips meeting a lot of hers. One of his hands flew out to support himself as she kissed him deeply, her lips warm and soft and positively like butter to him. He returned the kiss greedily, pressing back towards her. His loins ached at the contact, begging to at least be unrestrained, but he fought back the urges hard and instead accepted her challenge of dominance.
It didn't take long before his hands had clenched the sides of her shirt, hesitating ever-so-slightly in a question of consent. She just pressed her lips against his harder, and as he began to lift the fabric, she made no effort to stop. In one fluid motion, the shirt was discarded on the floor. He gave in to one of his urges as he lowered his mouth from hers, leaving quick chaste kisses down her neck and rested on her collarbone. It jutted out slightly more than normal due to her athletic physique, just the shape of it tempting and altogether appealing to him.
He nibbled lightly on the flesh, the blonde letting out a small moan of pleasure at his treatment. He wrapped his arms around her body, savouring the feeling of her unclothed skin against his own as he pressed their bodies together, still giving his treatment to her chest. He nibbled lightly, causing her to gasp and squirm. He traced the shape of her bone with his nose, leaving kisses and small bites along the way, taking note of how her skin would turn a shade of pink and then red.
She tried to push him off, tried to fumble with his buttons, but he pulled back and shook his head teasingly. She pouted, her eyes despite herself revealing all of her intentions. "Nah uh. I'm treating you like a goddess today."
"But I'm trying to be fair and reward you!"
He shook his head again and couldn't help but to chuckle at her expression, her hair even more disrupted and her eyes beginning to lid in pleasure. Her mouth was still a little open, her breaths coming in small gasps and her face still tinged with pink. He was going to make her cum tonight, he decided, and nothing was going to get in the way of that.
"Me too Maka. You got me off last time, so it's my turn."
She made a small noise of complaint but he returned to her neck, the effort draining in her body as she admitted defeat. Soul took the opportunity and pushed his meister gently against the couch, leaning back to glance appreciatively at her torso – particularly her upper body. She wasn't exactly flat chested, but the modest amount of breast underneath her bra was just enough to fit his desires. As he stared, the longer she shifted underneath him. "Sorry, is this uncomfortable?" he mumbled out of habit. He tried to dial back his alcohol-laced intentions, trying to find it within him to grasp the usual control and restraint he had. But to his surprise she shook her head.
As he reached behind the small of her back, the only response she gave was the obvious reddening of her cheeks. When his hand lingered at the hooks of her bra, she seemed to turn even redder. "You can unhook it," she offered shyly at his hesitation. Soul swallowed – he had once or twice felt her up but had never seen her, and he almost couldn't hear her quiet acceptance through the pounding of his chest and the throbbing of his cock. When he managed to undo it, Maka shrugged off the piece of fabric with a shy smile on her face.
Her breasts were glorious, he couldn't help but to think, when the soft pink-ish nipples perked up at the exposure. He leaned down as she blushed harder at his inquisitive stare. "They're cute," he couldn't help but to say, to which Maka groaned lightly and attempted to cover herself. Soul protested to her arms shifting and she laughed, the soft tinkles giving Soul more confidence as she relaxed. His hands began to explore: beginning on the underside of her boob, caressing gently underneath. Maka's legs rubbed together, her breath hitching as his hand curled upwards, now cupping the side of her left breast.
He traced a finger around the nipple before lightly brushing against it, feeling a slight bit of amusement despite his sudden nervousness when the bit of flesh seemed to perk right back up. He gave the nipple a quick and light pinch, Maka's gasp of surprise being more than enough of a reward to him. He slowly returned the treatment to the other breast, until a quiet but definite whine escaped his meister's lips. He smirked against her chest, knowing what she wanted.
Soul traced his tongue along each breast, loving the way Maka reacted to the movement with little jerks and pleasured sighs. Took a nipple in his mouth, careful not to bite down, as her back arched with pleasure and a positive mewl escaping her lips. She was loving it, he thought in amazement, as she mumbled his name clumsily and in contentment.
Finishing his treatment to her breasts, he began his exploration south. Her body seemed even more responsive than usual, shuddering in pleasure as he lightly traced his tongue along the ghosts of her abs down towards her pelvic bone. He worked his way from being on all fours, hovering on top of her, to resting his weight on his toes, and then to somewhat-awkwardly perching himself on his knees as if sitting on the floor. Her silk pants were his barrier now, the folds and creases outlining her lower sex in a very invitational sort-of way. Again he paused, hesitant. Soul definitely knew he was pushing it, and at this point he wasn't sure if he was even drunk anymore – or if he was, it was out of pleasure and desire and not so much alcohol. His fingers ghosted along the rim of her pyjamas, tracing along the frilled ridges of her pants before she lifted her hips.
Surprise filled him as she waited, his eyes nervously darting back onto hers to only find them closed. "M-Maka," he couldn't help but to choke. She cracked open an eye and her face turned an adorable red.
"Take them off...?"
"A-Are you sure?!"
"I… I don't want to say it again…"
Soul's heart raced in staccato as his fingers curled around the fabric. He trained his stare at her lower abs, trying hard to swallow back his blush and nervousness as he began to slide them off her body. The act went faster than he had anticipated, the pants falling back in pools around her ankles before she raised her feet and kicked them off. What was left were her white panties and silky smooth thighs, already seemingly inviting and warm. Soul wanted to run his tongue against the flesh, kiss it like he kissed her collarbone, and soon he wasn't sure of what he found more sexy.
Her own fingers suddenly skimmed down towards her underwear, pressing lightly on the white cloth. "Ohmygod," she breathed in embarrassment. Her legs squirmed together again. Soul's eyes watched the movement, unhindered by her pants, and he felt his cock grow harder at the sight of her creamy skin rubbing together. He might get access there tonight, he thought, and to think about an hour ago he was close to bashing his head in at one of Blackstar's pranks/birthday parties/ whatever the hell that was.
He swallowed and began to rub her legs, not too much unlike a massage, as he knew she enjoyed. She shivered and moaned in pleasure, her thighs parting slightly as she relaxed under his touch. Soul's mind reeled, he had never gone this far with a girl yet and he was unsure of how to continue this part. His fingers pressed lightly against the outside of her quads, Maka's breaths slowing slightly as she grew comfortable with his touch. He gently worked his way around towards her inner thighs. They seemed to tighten at his fingertips, and it was only at his murmured "relax' and the way he ran his hands lightly up and down her flesh did she do so. He began to caress her innermost legs, each time he made his way higher her breath seemed to follow. He allowed his fingers to skim across the lining of her underwear, her breath still forcibly steady but a small moan getting the better of her.
"Lift one of your legs," he whispered, his own need throbbing harder and his voice seemed like syrup in his throat. She complied and shifted her legs, his own thoughts racing ahead of him as he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. Her right leg shifted back and up first, almost hesitantly, then stretched out, her toes extending past Soul's ear. He leaned in and began to coyly drag his tongue from her knee and work his way upwards. Her breathing grew unsteady again as he reached closer to her sex.
"Soul," she moaned in pleasure, unable to contain herself. "I…" He tried to hush her as he began to gently nibble the skin. She flushed a little at his treatments, her eyes squeezed shut and her lips parted as breaths whistled into her body. "Please."
It was those three words that Soul's resolve crumbled and he found himself curling his fingers around her panties. He looked at her again in question but it was only when he looked at her face, scrunched in pleasure as breaths came in labored gasps, that he realized he knew the answer already and slid them off.
She was so cute, with a small patch of blonde but an ultimately pink vagina exposed to him. Her folds were glistening and, as he held her panties, he realized that they were pretty soaked thoroughly. He couldn't help but to feel some relief – he knew he was doing his job well but this was conformation for it all.
He wanted to inspect – he wanted to spread her and just take her in – sight, touch, smell, taste – all of it. But he knew that definitely would be pushing his luck. He did gently pry her apart, curiously pushing back the wet folds of her vagina to expose her clit. It was small and perky, not too unlike her nipples, but she shuddered and gasped at his touch and at the cold exposed air. "You're so cute," he couldn't help but say. She only murmured a little in response.
He brushed his thumb against the bundle of nerves, her body suddenly arching back and a cross between a moan and a cry escaping her. He wanted to put his tongue on it, tease it with his teeth, but he held himself back. Instead he traced her entrance with the same hand, his left hand still supporting her right leg as she mewled again.
Even just the act of skimming left his fingers with a slightly sticky liquid. Maka squirmed and moaned underneath him, not quite restricting or denying him, but starting to fold under her own pleasure. He curiously slipped the tip of his index finger in, causing her to gasp. Her response encouraged him and he slid his entire finger in, her warmth and wetness causing even him to gasp as his cock throbbed uncontrollably.
"It slid all the way in," he informed her cheekily, as she groaned. Suddenly her cunt seemed to clench his finger harder as she flexed. "Holy shit Maka."
He began to pump, each stroke meeting more soaked and tight flesh. She mewled, her legs squirming and her body arching. It was so hot, both literally and metaphorically. He quickly added another finger into the mix, her breaths coming in quick gasps now. Every pump was met with a mewl, her breathing shallow and high pitched against his throbbing ears.
He turned his fingers, the flesh making a pleasant (yet embarrassing) squelch, as he rotated his hand and began to thumb her clit. That seemed to do it for Maka, for soon she was gasping out his name in pleasure and her voice had climbed to a point of breathy exhilaration. His thrusts became more powerful, more confident, and she met each pump with clench of her own.
Soon he could feel her juices begin to leak onto his palm, which was both enticing and interesting at the same time. His eyes finally dragged away from her snatch and to her face, to find her turned to he side, gasping and moaning, face still clenched in pleasure as her hair was still barely in her pigtails. Her tits bounced with every thrust, not in an exaggerated way, but in a responsive one.
Her breaths began to come even faster now, the wetness on his fingers beginning to dribble down his forearm at her flooding. Even his name was being choked out, he thought in the back of his head that he (she?) was lucky his name was only one syllable long as that seemed to be the only thing she could manage.
Suddenly her voice ripped through another octave as she let out another steamy cross between a moan and a scream. Her back arched to a point it probably wasn't comfortable and her insides clenched against his fingers, a rush of liquid pouring onto his palm and dripping onto the sofa. She slumped after a few moments, her vagina throbbing in a strangely comfortable way against his digits and his dick still hard and uncomfortable in his pants.
"Holy… Soul… That was amazing…." Maka could barely stammer out, her face red and her eyes still lidded with pleasure. He murmured in agreement.
They sat in silence for a beat or two before she gasped and huddled her body towards her, sitting up rapidly. Soul laughed, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt (he wasn't sure how the buttons had come off but some of them had during their little romp) and wrapped the fabric over her arms.
"You were soaked," he bragged a little proudly. The side of his arm throbbed as she punched it, murmuring a quiet shut up as she properly put on his shirt. Her eyes stared down in embarrassment as her thighs still squished together.
"What about you?" Maka murmured, dragging her eyes to meet his.
Their silence didn't last long as Soul reclaimed her lips, relishing when her fingers began the descent toward his pants.
