Snapchats (fluff)

Soul and Maka had a silent competition going on between each other when it came to their snapchats. She would take a provocative one and send it to him at the most inappropriate times (eating dinner with his brother who insisted on seeing what made his younger brother blush so much) and in return he would send her one of him in the morning. Or sometimes he would just send her a picture of his dick while she was out with her friends. Whatever the situation called for, they had one mutual agreement: don't take a screenshot of it.

Maka kept true to this silent promise even when he sent her a particularly hot morning picture when he had just barely rolled out of bed. The difficulty with this was the fact that she absolutely loved the way he looked after just waking up. There was something about his unguarded expression that set her heart aflame. Her mind raced at the sight of the light stubble that graced his face before he shaved for the day, and her stomach clenched at the way his red eyes glimmered in the morning light. It was far too erotic for her to just let it disappear until the next time he sent another one and the urge to save it always tugged at her fingertips.

Which was why she finally cracked one day.

It was completely on purpose and she knew he would see that she had done it, but not ounce of herself had a care to give about it. She wanted to save the picture of him first thing in the morning for eternity; she wanted to admire her beautiful butler boyfriend even when he wasn't there for her to do so. Honestly, he had become her favorite type of drug, and she wasn't ready to quit him just yet.

Whatever teasing Soul had planned for her, she could handle it.

Later that day, once she finished with school, she found herself inside Soul and Wes' apartment. When her boyfriend had the day off from being a butler, she always went over to see him at his place because it was the only time they had actual alone time. He couldn't go over to her house because the moment Spirit found out about the couple, he would sack Soul for sure, so Maka felt safer being with him at his own home. Plus, Wes worked during the day so they literally had the whole place to themselves.

She was at his apartment for about thirty minutes and he still hadn't brought up the topic of her screenshotting his snapchat. Maka was about to breath a small sigh of relief that he hadn't noticed when Soul finally spoke up.

"So you like when I send you those morning snaps?" he asked. The smug grin on his face told her exactly what she needed to know, and she lightly pushed his face away from her.

"Don't get so full of yourself. It was just a nice picture of you."

Soul swung his arm around her shoulders to pull her closer to him. "You're only lying to yourself, you know."

"I'm sticking with my answer." She tried to push away from him, but his grip around her was far too strong.

"Admit it, Maka." Soul leaned in closer to her ear, and his breath tickled the small hairs around it as he spoke. "You like me best in the morning."

She felt warmth spread along her cheeks as she mumbled a small 'no'. Maka flinched as Soul left a wet kiss on her cheek and ruffled her hair affectionately as he moved back to his spot on the couch.

"That's what I thought."

Maka side eyed him, expecting there to be more, but after a few minutes, Soul remained sitting still as he stared at the television. A part of her was relieved that there wasn't more to his teasing, but another part was worried. She knew her boyfriend and he didn't just stop there; he kept going until her entire face was the color of a tomato.

"Is that it?"

Soul turned to look at her and raised an eyebrow. "Hm?"

"Is that all the teasing you have for me? You aren't going to ask my anything else?"

He glanced up at the ceiling as if thinking about it before shaking his head. "Nope. I think that's all I got for now." Maka sighed, but her hopes were broken when he spoke again. "Does this mean I can screenshot your snaps?"

She whipped her head around to glare at him. "Mine are actual nudes. There's no way I want any of those on your phone. What if someone say them?"

"Then how about we even the deal?"

It was Maka's turn to be confused. "Huh?"

Soul grinned and pushed himself off the couch. "Come on." He offered her his hand, but she only stared at skeptically.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Just trust me, Maka."

He shook his hand a little impatiently as she reached up to take it, and he led her to the back of the apartment toward his bedroom. She hoped he wasn't thinking that they were going to create a sex tape because that was not Maka's intention. She was perfectly fine with taking private photos for only Soul, but a tape that could get lost in cyberspace was a whole different story.

Soul dropped her hand when they stepped into his bedroom, stripped of his shirt, and plopped down onto the bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"How about we have a little photoshoot?" He waggled his brows as he propped his head up in the palm of his hand, and smirked. "Take a picture of me like one of your french girls."

He said in the most ridiculous, deep voice she had ever heard that was a cross between joking and sexual. Maka shook her head as her hand flew up to her mouth to stifle the laughter that had erupted from within her. However, it didn't stop. Her silent laughter turned into loud boisterous noises as she clutched her stomach and almost doubled over. Tears were coming from out of her eyes, making Soul look like a tan blob.

Once she finally composed herself (about ten minutes later), she wiped the moisture from her eyes and walked over toward the bed and crawled on top. She gently pushed him back onto the mattress and straddled his hips, cupping his face between her hands as she lightly hovered over him.

"That is probably the dumbest thing you have ever said," she whispered. Her face was inches away from his and she caught the lust and want that glinted across his crimson eyes. She leaned down to chastely kiss him, his hands automatically rubbing her back from the small motion, and she felt the fire in her lower abdomen burn brighter.

"But it did make you laugh."

Maka puffed out air from her nose and smiled. "Yes, it did. Because it was also really adorable."

"Good." Soul rolled them over so that Maka's back was on the mattress and he was the one looming over her. The giggle that escaped from her couldn't be helped as he bent down to kiss her neck, and his hair tickled her skin as he went. "Because I'm gonna show you just how adorable I can actually be."

"I've seen your dick before. There's really nothing special about it."

She glanced down to see Soul clutch at his heart as he feigned pain. "Albarn, you wound me."

"Now you know how I feel when you say something hurtful to me."

"It was one time and we had just met."

"It still hurt."

"I thought I've told you how much I adore your small chest enough already." He placed a hand over a breast and lightly squeezed it to prove his point. Maka bit down on her lower lip to silence the small moan that had bubbled up in her chest, and instead swallowed it back down before speaking again.

"That you did. How about you just show me how great you look after sex? Maybe that'll teach me not to damage your ego anymore." She gave him a small wink as he moved up to her lips and gave her a full mouthed kiss.

"That I can definitely do."