I almost want there to be smutty porn in every chapter I write, but I don't know if I'm that good of a writer in order to make that happen. Won't stop me from trying though!
Chapter 2
Maka drummed her fingers nervously on her steering wheel. She was almost twenty minutes early to take her Praxis test, so early in fact that the testing center wasn't even open yet. And of course Maka had to get the earliest time slot they had – 'Over and done with,' she told herself, yet here she was, trying to go over to last bit of information she had crammed into her head last night while scanning the practice booklet for the fifth time that day. "Okay," she sighed out, closing her eyes as she gave herself a pep talk. "You can do this Maka. It's not a big deal. You know this! You got this! You've got two hours, and boy, are you gonna take it!"
Sighing once more, she checked the make sure her phone was turned off in her purse, that she had her admission ticket and driver's license ready for them, before popping open the door to her car and getting out, locking it and heading into the building.
The test was nerve-racking, especially the end when it was calculating her score. The good news was that she didn't have to wait a month to get her test results back – she got them as soon as she finished! The bad news is she got them as soon as she finished, making Maka worry more about every answer she clicked than was necessary. When the score popped up on the screen, Maka embedded the number into her memory, before heading out of the testing room, signing out, and grabbing her things as she exited the building.
Walking briskly back to her car, Maka vibrated nervously in the driver's seat as she booted her phone back up, quickly going to the school's website to check what the minimum qualifying score had to be. A small squeal passing her lips, she spread into a grin. She passed, and with a fifty point difference to boot!
Kicking her legs against the floorboards, Maka moved to open up a group text, sending it out to both Liz and Tsubaki.
Passed my test! Celebration tonight?
As soon as she sent it, Liz's response was almost instantaneous. Maka checked the time. It was almost eleven o'clock; she expected Liz to just be waking up.
Hell yah! Knew u could do it! Clubbing our usual ladies? ;)
Maka typed out an agreeance, seeing Tsubaki's reply being around the same thing. They agreed to meet out front at 8:30 and Maka clicked her phone to the black screen, determined to grab something to eat.
The image of a white-haired man struck her mental vision suddenly. Would he be there tonight?... 'No,' Maka shook her head, getting rid of the thought. How ridiculous and selfish would it be to think he would go there just to see her again? Maka certainly hasn't thought much about him the past couple of months (excluding those nights where she would wake up out of breath, dreaming of his touch). 'Still.' Maka drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, before moving to turn over the ignition. She had a risky, crazy idea in her head, but damn it she should celebrate!
Even if that meant splurging on herself some.
"Woah, who is this sexy bitch?!" Liz cat-called from across the parking lot, Maka wanting to cover her face in order to hide the blush. Maka was wearing a white strapless dress, the ends painted black to look like piano keys on the sides of her dress, ending right above her knees, black heels adorning her feet. Maka had her hair up in a tight ponytail, a small hint of red lipstick on her lips, watching with envy how Liz's glorious blonde hair was straightened down the back of her shoulder.
Liz had on a one-shoulder red dress, matching heels and dark red lipstick to boot. She looked like a model off of a runway, which was to be expected considering her major in fashion design. Tsubaki trailed slightly behind their blond bombshell friend, her raven hair matching Maka's in a ponytail, the deep emerald dress almost black on her body. "Maka, you look amazing," Tsubaki complimented, her smile bright and warm.
"Thanks… I decided to treat myself after getting such a great passing score on my Praxis." Maka rubbed one of her shoulders, hiding her black clutch purse behind her back.
"Not with that dress! You trying to grab someone?" Liz teased, elbowing Maka in the ribcage, Maka swatting away her friend's arm.
"N-No!" Maka stumbled out, cheeks tinted pink as the trio began to walk to the front, paying before making their way inside.
Kid, Liz's boyfriend, and BlackStar would be arriving together, Liz told them as they headed upstairs. Though it was a Friday night like last time, there seemed to be an event going on, as the main floor was even more crowded than the last time Maka was here. Or maybe it was because summer was ending and everyone was trying to get in as much partying as possible before school started back up. "Apparently BlackStar had to show off to Kid, or something like that…" Liz yelled over the bass, the three of them heading to the bar upstairs, Tsubaki and Liz both ordering drinks.
"No, that's okay. I drove myself, and besides, I don't really want to drink tonight," Maka said when Liz asked what she was having. She could still remember the pounding headache from last time, and did not want a repeat of that. Classes would be starting up next week (which might also explain the crowd) and Maka wanted to spend her last days of freedom not nursing a hangover with painkillers.
As the girls waited on their drinks, Maka scanned the room, her eyes darting to the dark corner off of the dancefloor where her and Soul had first kissed. Her ears burning, she thought back to the heated pressure of his lips against her own, the way his hands grabbed her hips as they thrusted slightly against one another, the feel of his tongue my god –
Shaking her head, Maka tried to remove the thoughts. It wouldn't do her any good to think about those things, or him. It would only make her body weep for his touch, which was highly unlikely it would happen again. However, as her eyes scanned the crowed, a flash of white caught her vision, her breath hitching in her throat. Was it really so impossible? There's so many people… what were the chances he would be here on this night, at the same time as her, again?!
"Tsu!..." Maka said harshly, jiggling her friend's arm to get her attention. "Him, it's him!"
"Hm?" Tsubaki said, turning to face Maka. "Who is it?" After a moment of studying her friend's face however, Tsubaki seemed to get the hint, eyes widening slightly. "Really? It's him again? Where?!"
"Hold on, who are we talking about?" Liz butted in, her eyes glancing from Tsubaki's surprised look to Maka's anxious one.
"The man Maka had a one-night stand with last time we came," Tsubaki explained, jogging Liz's memory of the experience they told her a few weeks after it had happened.
Liz's face changed to one of excitement, her eyes now all focused on Maka. "Where?! Show him to me! I wanna see the man you thought was so hot you just had to bring him home!"
Maka frantically searched the crowd again, hoping she didn't lose him between her friends' conversation and seeing his white hair. There's no way she could have been mistaken; she never met anyone with white hair besides him! "There!" Maka pointed, the crowd thinning to reveal Soul, leaning against the window as he looked down onto the main dancefloor below, one hand in the pocket of his jeans. He had on a red dress shirt, the first few buttons undone, the creamy skin of his collarbone shining under the multi-colored lights. It made Maka's heart thump wildly. He was even more beautiful than she remembered.
"Holy shit," Liz whispered in Maka's ear, before taking a gulp of her appletini. "He's fucking gorgeous! Maka, how the hell did you nap someone like that?!"
"Hey!" Maka huffed, puffing her cheeks out in defiance. "Besides, I told you he was hot."
"You didn't say he was 'model-smoking-I-wanna-smoother-chocolate-all-over-your-abs' hot!" Liz heatedly said back, her face alight with mischief. She was proud, and Maka could tell. Both Liz and Tsubaki always wanted Maka to be in a relationship like themselves, but he was just a one-night stand! Even if he did happen to spot her from across the way, there's no way he'd willingly come back over to her. It was probably just because… she was drunk and easy… but yet at the same time, Soul never pushed her to do anything she didn't want to do. He freely let her go when she walked off the dancefloor because she needed air, didn't he?
"Maka, I think he's spotted you," Tsubaki said from her other side, emerald eyes flashing back over to his figure to reveal deep red staring right back at her.
"N-No! I bet he's just looking at the bar," Maka denied, though her quickly reddening face betrayed her thoughts. She hoped that he was looking at her, but he wouldn't possibly be interested in her a second time, would he? However, Soul seemed deemed to prove her wrong, pushing himself off of the window and heading their way.
"Holy shit, holy shit!" Liz whispered excitedly, before both her and Tsubaki quickly backed off, leaving Maka defenseless.
"Hey!" Maka whispered back, whipping her head around to see the two of them crowded back at the bar, trying to order another round of drinks. "Don't you guys abandon me!" Turning back around, Soul had nearly reached her, Maka having just enough time to smoother her hands through her ponytail before waving at the man.
"I never thought I'd see you again." Soul's deep voice pierced through the music, causing Maka's heartbeat to race. She'd had risqué dreams about that voice, but nothing compared to hearing it in person.
Maka smiled, trying to pull her confident side out of whatever dark corner it had hidden itself in. 'Get it together Albarn! You're not some teenager with a crush; he's just a guy you had a one-night stand with.' "Well, today was a pretty successful day, so I decide to celebrate it by going out with some friends." Maka crossed her arms over her chest, leaning to one side, watching with a fluttering heartbeat when Soul copied her movements, leaning his weight to the same side.
"Are those your friends?" He gestured with his head back behind Maka, Maka turning to see her friends (thankfully) coming back with drinks refilled.
"Yeah," Maka said, moving to introduce them. "This is Tsubaki, and Liz."
Soul nodded his head towards them. "It's a pleasure to meet you ladies."
"Oh no, the pleasure is all ours," Liz replied with a smirk and Maka wanted to strangle her friend. "However, I think we're going to leave you two to catch up. I just got a text from our men that are waiting downstairs for us."
"What?" Maka replied, turning halfway to face her friends, her face screaming, You're leaving?!
"Come find us on the dancefloor!" Tsubaki laughed, the two quickly waving goodbye before scooting off.
"Wait! What are… ugh!" Maka tried to say, but her friends were long gone, stomping her foot in irritation. A soft chuckle of laughter caused her to refocus on the reason her friends ditched her.
"Did I do something wrong?" Soul asked, the playful smile upon his face telling Maka he knew exactly what had happened.
"No. My friends just always try to play matchmaker for me," Maka grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"Well, if you still want to entertain me with your presence, I know of a much quieter place where we can sit down and chat," Soul offered, Maka biting her lip as she weighed her options. She could go back and be a fifth-wheel, or she could torture herself by being around such a beautiful man.
"… Lead the way," she clicked her tongue, smiling at him before following his lead.
Maka never even knew there was a third floor to this place. In a dark corner there was a staircase leading up, Soul pushing the door open, a billow of white smoke leaving its presence. Inside, the room was bathed with maroon lights, Maka walking in to see people gathered around hookahs, laying in beanbag chairs with smoke wafting from their nostrils like dragons. On the opposite side, if someone wasn't smoking a hookah, you could look hard enough into the corners and see couples making out, among other things that made Maka thankful the room already made her complexion red. Soul led them to a couch with a window that overlooked the second floor. Upon peering out, Maka couldn't believe she never looked up and saw this room before!
"The glass is tinted, so those on the outside can't see in," Soul replied, almost as if reading her mind about it, moving to lounge on the couch, one arm draped across the back as he situated himself to face Maka. Maka also sat, her back stiff and straight, almost refusing to lay into the couch as she stared out into the room, the smoke slightly more tolerable where they were sitting.
"This place is… interesting. Is it only for special people?" Maka asked, turning her head to look at Soul, who looked as content as could be. He shrugged.
"Not really, but it's not really an advertised room either, as you can see for obvious reasons. It's meant to be a more… secluded area." He paused, watching as he watched Maka nervously glance around again, averting her eyes when they passed over the couple grinding on top of one another a few couches down. "Are you feeling uncomfortable? We can leave if you are. I just wanted to find a quiet place where we could talk."
Maka watched as his eyebrows pulled together in concern, and she shook her head. "No, it's fine. It's just going… to take some getting used to. But it is quiet." She smiled at him, watching his face light up, the red tint of the room making his eyes appear dark and smoky; Maka tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped. "So what did you want to talk about?"
"So you said you had to celebrate today? Mind telling me the reason why?" Soul asked, Maka's eyes lighting up with joy as she began to regale her excellent passing scores. "That's amazing!" Soul congratulated her, seeming genuinely excited for her, before asking when classes started back up for her.
"Next week, actually. But I've already moved all my stuff back in for the year," Maka said nonchalantly, shrugging it off but when she glanced over at Soul, his gaze was drinking in her form like he was just seeing it for the first time.
"Oh really?" he commented, sliding his body slightly closer to her own, so that the pads of his fingertips resting against the top of the couch were lightly touching her bare shoulder. "Were you just that ready to be back all on your own?"
Maka had a better time ignoring his touch than she did with calming her heartbeat, keeping up the façade by letting out a scoff. "Oh, definitely. My father is… overprotective, to say the least. Being back home was nice, but only because it was my home."
"Hmm," Soul hummed, leaning his face in slightly closer but still keeping a good distance away, his pianist fingers tip-toeing across her shoulder blades, wrapping one long tendril of hair between his index finger and thumb, playing with the golden locks softly. "Sounds like you need a place all your own. Ever thought of living off campus?"
"I-I have," Maka answered, keeping her vision straight ahead, feeling Soul's gentle breath puff out against her neck. How was he able to give her body chills when he was still sitting a comfortable distance away?! "However, rent is expensive and I'm able to use my financial aid to pay for my board on campus. I have a job but I'd rather save up that money, and if that means dealing with my father for four months out of the year, then I'm perfectly fine with that." She finally chanced a look at Soul from the corner of her eyes, seeing his lidded gaze stare back at her, a small smirk playing on his lips. She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. "What are you doing?"
Soul blinked once, the atmosphere broken as he pulled away. "Sorry. Was I making you uncomfortable?"
"No!" Maka shouted, biting her lip as she realized too late there was no need for that. "I was just… surprised, that's all."
"Surprised?" Soul chuckled, before moving back, even closer than before. "Why are you surprised that I find you so attractive?"
If Maka wasn't already red before, she surely was now, unable to pull her eyes away from Soul's heated gaze. "You… You find me hot?"
"How could I not when you're wearing that tight fitting dress just for me," he growled, his hand reaching between them to grab her chin and pull her into a kiss, Maka melting into it as her hands tangled into his hair. All at once she let go of her inhibitions, not realizing until the kiss was happening how much she missed it, the feeling of his lips on her own. How could she not remember how talented his mouth was, prying hers open with slight force in order for his tongue to taste her. It made Maka's chest swell with pride, feeling how aggressive he was being and knowing it must be because he missed her as much as she missed him.
"… Just for you?" she panted, purposely pulling away as she cupped his face, arching a blonde eyebrow. His eyes were already glazed over, heated, as he took in shallow breaths. Her lips curled into a smirk. "I wore this because I felt fucking sexy in it."
"Yeah you do," Soul mumbled lowly, before pushing in closer, pushing Maka back into the couch cushions, attacking her exposed neck with little love nips and kisses. Maka gasped, tugging on his hair, Soul happily agreeing to make his way back up to her lips, kissing her relentlessly as his hands roamed her body, from her cheeks to her arms to her sides.
He pulled his lips away, moving them to her ear to harshly whisper, "You really expect me to believe you bought a fucking piano dress just for yourself?" The tone of his voice was deep, dark, Maka rubbing her thighs together as the sound of it made her wet, Soul tugging on her ear lobe with his sharp teeth, making her pant for more. "C'mere…" he mumbled, almost as a plea, his hands gripping her hips and Maka in her hazy-induced state, followed, letting Soul pull her onto his lap, her short dress riding up to her inner thighs.
Once to top, she placed her lips back on his own, as if the two were magnetically attracted to one another, Soul letting her softly grind her lower half on his, her core pooling with warmth as she felt his obvious arousal through the fabric of his dark jeans. "Mmm wait," Maka moaned, the voice in the back of her head telling her You're out in public, stop it!, pulling away as she leaned her head back, Soul attacking her neck, his hands moving up her sides before placing themselves on her breasts, squeezing the tender flesh beneath his fingers, massaging them.
"Soul!" she squeaked, her own hands coming up to grab at his own, removing them from her chest and replacing them at her hips. Her face was red, panting, as she whipped her head back and forth, her hair tickling her cheeks, as she looked around. They were causing a scene, acting like two horny teenagers at a house party but everyone else around them seemed like they couldn't care less, as they were too busy wrapped up in their own little world. Maka realized now why Soul brought her up here. Yes, it was quiet and they could talk, but if this was happening downstairs, there would be at least a few people staring with judging eyes. Up here, everyone was either too high to notice or was doing the same thing themselves.
'Did he know this was going to happen?... Did he WANT this to happen?...' Maka asked herself, the last question sounding silly, even in her mind. If he didn't want this to happen, she wouldn't be straddling him, feeling his boner press into her thigh.
She could feel his chest rising and falling, both of them panting, Soul's thumbs lighting tracing a pattern on her hipbones as he stayed quiet, waiting. Maka ran a hand through her hair, pushing back any bangs that may have fallen out of the tight ponytail she had pulled her hair back in. "We-We should stop," Maka panted out, but still wrapped her arms around his neck of her own accord, placing light, lazy kisses against the side of his mouth, Soul quietly chuckling as he reciprocated back.
"Sure. Would you like to go meet up with your friends downstairs then?" he asked, his teeth gently nibbling on her lower lip as it came in contact with the corner of his mouth, watching Maka's eyes close in enjoyment as he sucked slightly before letting go.
Maka nodded her head, her voice feeling caught in her throat as she moved to stand up, tugging back down on the ends of her dress, feeling gross from the moisture in her panties. Soul also stood, Maka watching unbashful as he tugged on the front of his jeans, trying to rearrange himself to a more comfortable position. "If you keep looking at me like that, it's going to make me think you don't want to go down there at all," Soul mumbled lowly, his deep bass voice sending a chill down Maka's spine, her back straightened as her eyes snapped up to his own, seeing the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"I-I was staring at the floor!" Maka retorted, feeling her ears burn with the lie, Soul simply raising one white eyebrow as a response. Maka huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Come on. I need to stop by the bathroom first," she said as she started to move back through the room.
"Don't want your friends to get ideas?" Soul asked, the words rolling off his tongue with laughter.
"They're going to have ideas regardless," Maka replied over her shoulders, opening the door as the two of them moved back downstairs to the second floor. "I just want to make sure I give them as little ammo as possible."
Back out, Maka winced, having gotten used to the muffle sound of the music upstairs, quickly heading for the bathroom in order to make sure her hair and makeup didn't look like she just got fucked. After deeming herself okay, she moved back out to see Soul waiting for her, the two moving down more stairs until they were on the main floor. It was still extremely crowded, Maka hesitating for a moment before reaching down to grab Soul's hand, intertwining their fingers together. Trying to spot Liz or Tsubaki would be hard, so it was ultimately BlackStar's aqua hair that led Maka to determine where they were on the dancefloor.
"Come on, they're this way!" Maka called to Soul, who merely nodded his head as the two of them started to make their way through the crowd. She could feel other men's eyes on her as she past them, but luckily no one made a move to touch her, hopefully due to the white-haired male she was toting behind her.
Tsubaki, being the tallest out of their group, was the first to spot Maka, waving her hand over the crowd as Maka pushed past people in order to make it into her small friend's circle. "Maka! We were wondering if we'd ever see you again," Liz smirked, her eyebrow raised notoriously high. Maka chose to ignore her friend's comment, instead waving a hand at Liz's boyfriend, Kid, instead. The male returned the gesture, his three perfect white stripes in his hair bouncing multi-colors off like a strobe light.
"Everybody, this is Soul," Maka said, introducing him to the group finally, before pointing at BlackStar. "This is BlackStar, Tsubaki's boyfriend, and – "
"Kid," Soul called, moving away from Maka in order to grab Kid's outstretched hand, the two shaking firmly.
"Funny running into you out here," Kid mused, a knowing smile on his face that Maka couldn't place. Soul released his hand in order to shrug his shoulders.
"I could say the same for you," Soul replied, grinning widely.
"You two know each other already?" Maka asked, looking bewildered.
"Yeah. He's uh, he's actually my boss, so to speak." Soul mentioned, and Maka could feel her head swimming. How unlikely was the possibility that the hottest man she's ever come into contact with already knew one of her best friends' boyfriend?!
"Well now that we've got all the mushy introductions out of the way, let's fuckin party!" BlackStar yelled over the music, before chugging down his beer, crumbling up the cup afterwards and throwing it on the ground.
"Ugh, really BlackStar?" Liz coughed, at the same time grabbing hold of Kid's hand in order to tug him against her and start dancing. Tsubaki merely giggled at her boyfriend's show of enthusiasm, cupping his face to give him a kiss on the forehead.
All at once, Maka felt awkward and embarrassed, standing in the middle of the dance floor watching her friends dance. She knew all eyes were going to be on her, and if Soul was her boyfriend it would be bearable; she still wouldn't like it but she could handle it. But Soul was… Soul was just a guy she met at the club, and then took back to her place to have sex with! A guy who seemed to be very interested in her for some strange reason… and Maka couldn't help but be interested back. "What's wrong?" Soul hummed against the side of her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind her.
"They're just waiting to watch us go at it, I know it," Maka whispered back, turning her head slightly over her shoulder so that green eyes could meet red. She didn't even realize he had made his way back to her, she was so lost in her own thoughts.
"Let them watch," he whispered lowly into her ear, causing a shiver to run down her spine, his fingers gently splayed over her hips as he started to bop them to the beat of the music. "Everyone's just jealous that I'm dancing with the fucking hottest chick out here."
"Really?" Maka asked, turning around in his grip so that they were facing one another, still swaying back and forth to the music. The fact that he mentioned how hot she was just so nonchalantly sent a thrill through her body… she wanted to hear more of it.
"Did you not see how many guys were eyeing you as we were walking over to your friends?" Soul asked, tugging her hips closer to his for a moment in order for their fronts to brush against one another, just long enough for Maka to feel his hard-on was still prominent in his trousers.
Maka felt her ears burning; she knew guys were lecterous and stared, but hearing it out loud somehow made it seem hot, knowing all those wanted a piece of her, instead of creepy like she usually thinks. "Well then I guess you better count yourself lucky," she replied back smoothly, only hesitating for a second before leaning in and crashing her lips against his.
Maka had never made out while dancing before. Usually, when she went dancing with guys, they weren't coordinated enough to use their mouth and their feet at the same time, and the two of them usually ended up stationary on the dancefloor. Not with Soul. One arm wrapping fully around her waist, the other went up to the back of her neck in order to deepen the kiss, his teeth tugging against her lips, her tongue. It was urgent kissing; it went with the beat of the music, their lower halves grinding together. Maka's hands were in his hair, tugging at it, her thighs starting to ache when she heard the groan come from him.
"Fuck," he growled against her lips, his arm tightening around her waist.
"Let's do it," Maka said breathlessly, not even registering the words that came out of her mouth until it was done. Her mind raced, wondering how something so sulty could have just came out without alcohol dictating her movements. She wasn't planning on taking him home… again?! Soul waited patiently, as if knowing that she might not have meant the words, but Maka merely pulled him in for another quick kiss before saying, "Did you drive?"
Soul shook his head. "No, I got dropped off. Wouldn't dare either since I've had a few beers."
"Smart boy," Maka said, unable to help the fluttering in her stomach when she saw the way his eyes glowed when she called him that. "I brought my car; you can ride with me."
She started to tug on his arm, about to lead him off of the dancefloor, when Soul stopped her. "What about your friends? You don't want to say goodbye?" he asked.
Her friends! She had completely forgotten about them! 'How horny am I to have sex that I wouldn't even remember to tell them I'm leaving?' she thought embarrassingly, before telling Soul she'd be right back. "I'll be waiting outside," he told her before the two parted.
Moving over to her friends, she went to Tsubaki first, as Maka didn't want to embarrassingly stand by until Liz was done making out to realize she was there. "Hey Tsu, I'm leaving," Maka called out to her friend, who pulled herself away from BlackStar once she saw Maka.
"With Soul?" Tsubaki asked, her forehead creased in slight worry. She knew Tsu was still happy for her, but was more thankful she was showing hesitation than acceptance.
"Yeah..." Maka nodded, running a palm over her face in order to try and hide the increasing blush.
"Well, I was planning on going back with BlackStar anyways... but be careful, okay? I'm still only an SOS call away." Tsubaki smiled before wrapping her friend in a warm hug.
"I will, I promise. Say goodbye to Liz for me?" Maka asked, Tsubaki replied with a nod before Maka moved her way back across the dancefloor and out of the building.
Outside, she saw Soul waiting for her, moving up to him and the two moved to her car. Once inside, Soul immediately lurched forward, attacking the side of Maka's face with heated kisses, Maka barely having time to move her head so the kisses came head-on. "Mmmf, I can't drive if you're attached to me like this," Maka whispered to him, pulling back slightly.
"Sorry. I couldn't help myself, seeing how fucking awesome you look in that dress in the light." Soul's mumbled apology made Maka's heart flutter, placing another soft kiss against his lips before pulling fully away, starting up the car.
Kim was not at the post station this time; in fact, nobody was, Maka taking the opportunity to rush Soul up the stairs in order to avoid another interrogation like last time.
"Anxious to get started, are we?" Soul chuckled into her hair as she shoved the key into the lock and turned it to open it. Since classes didn't start until next week, everyone usually waits until the weekend before the move-in; thus the dorm was startlingly empty, sending a thrill through Maka's bones that they could be as loud as they wanted without any complaints.
"Just shut up and kiss me," Maka huffed as she threw the door open, barely having time to throw her purse on the floor before Soul had taken hold of her arm and spun her around, shoving the door closed with his foot as he tugged her to him, slanting his mouth over hers with the urgency her voice provided. He was a smart man, she would give him that. Responding eagerly to her directions like a well-trained dog, the surge of dominance making Maka just crave his touch more. Oh God, how she missed his lips, his tongue, his hands. Maka's hand tangled in his hair, running it through his white locks, squeezing at the roots and hearing him groan in response, thrusting his lower half against her own.
She was being aggressive but Soul wasn't about to back down. Fingers not missing a beat, he quickly found the zipper on the back of her dress, tugging it down in one fluid motion. Breaking away from the kiss, Maka started to shimmy her way out of the dress, feeling her breasts bob with the motion (small tits + tight dress = no need for a bra, score!); she would have felt embarrassed with it, her flush traveling down the base of her neck, but Soul reached for her chest, cupping one boob in each hand, mouth immediately going to gentle nibble on it, tugging on the nipple between closed lips. He was somehow careful with his sharp teeth and yet still held an aggressive tone to his actions, releasing her wet breast with a 'pop!' before moving to the skin right above, sinking his teeth in with a deep suck.
"Soul!" Maka cried out, feeling the hickey already immediately start to form, hand reaching for his head as she yanked it up back to her face. His grin was lustful and lazy.
"Don't want people knowing you had a good time?" he asked, her dress finally pooled around her ankles, his hand trailing down her toned stomach as he talked.
"Classes start next week, and I don't want to seem like ahh-" Maka started to get out heatedly but Soul's hand had reached her core and was now cupping her wet sex, his middle finger sliding up and down her slit, the friction of her panties making her wish they weren't there.
"You're so fucking wet," Soul practically growled into her ear, tugging on the lobe with his wet tongue, his middle finger pushing slightly into her, as much as the fabric would give, feeling Maka quiver beneath him.
"I want you to fuck me," Maka whispered into his chest, her hands sneaking under the back of his shirt to feel his skin. His skin was toned and tense, her fingers splaying out over his sides before he backed away, pulling his hands away from her, Maka rubbing her thighs together to try and relieve herself since his hand was no longer there.
"Get on your hands and knees," Soul stated, his eyes flicking back behind her to her bed as he started to tug off his shirt and throw it to the floor.
Maka hesitated, thinking of the position and how lewd it is. She also thought about how she had tried the position with her past boyfriend and how it was always more uncomfortable than pleasurable. That's why she always stuck to missionary, because it felt good and it was safe. Yeah, she might not ever get off that way (sans for with Soul), but usually with the foreplay before she orgasmed and then she was good to go. "I don't like that position," Maka finally decided to state, watching as Soul stopped mid-strip to raise an eyebrow in confusion. His chest was bare and the belt on his jean was undone, the giant scar marring his chest more prominent than ever. "It hurts."
"That must be because no one's ever fucked you right," Soul mumbled lowly, and Maka was unable to help the way her back shivered when he spoke. He stepped forward, cupping her cheek and lightly kissing her on the lips. "Trust me and give it a try? And if it starts to hurt, we'll stop."
Usually when most guys try to sweet-talk pressure their way into doing something, Maka can see it coming a mile away. However, something about the way Soul looked when he talked… it made her believe that he was actually genuine in his words. That the moment she said something, they would stop. Sure, he's been more forward this time than last, but Maka assumed it was because they've already had sex once before. She tried not to think it was because she was more Nodding her head, Maka crawled onto the bed, thankful that she was facing away from him to hide the blush. He probably just staring at her ass, enjoying the view! She heard his belt jingle some more, before hearing more fabric hit the ground and some crinkling of a wrapper, too embarrassed to turn around and watch him get undressed. Then the base of the bed dipped, feeling Soul's bare knees against her legs, softly prodding her farther apart. His hands fell onto her back, rubbing circles all over it, the act soothing before he moved his way down to her panties, gently pulling them off and tugging them down her legs. And before Maka could think he was spreading her and she felt his tongue lick against her sex.
"Aah!" Maka moaned, her hands immediately collapsing down to her elbows as she buried her head in the mattress, the reaction just goading Soul on as she moved to suck on her clit. "Soul – fuck!" Maka swore, hearing him chuckle against her as he kissed and sucked and licked all over her, his tongue swirling in ways she didn't think possible. Of course with that mouth of his he knew how to eat out… she should have remembered from last time the pleasure she derived from it.
His tongue lapped at her slit, dipping in to tease her entrance before staying mainly at her clit, circling the nub before wrapping his lips around it and sucking hard, causing Maka's thighs to shudder. But suddenly, the pleasure was gone, Soul's mouth trailing up to her thighs, kissing them slowly and softly before moving to the small of her back. His hands gently traced her hips as he moved up, kissing his way up her back, feather-light touches causing Maka's body to tremble beneath his touch. It was so light and soft, her body in sensory was he doing this when she was so wet and willing and ready?!
Making his way to her neck, he suckled along her shoulder-blades, his teeth coming out to gently nibble on the flesh, sending goosebumps down her spine. "Are you hurting yet?" he asked softly into her hair, his breathing light and labored as he panted out the words. Maka shook her head and moved to readjust herself, when she felt something out of place. While Soul was making his way up her body, he had already entered himself!
"I... I didn't even feel it..." Maka whispered, star struck, as she felt Soul move away from her back in order to stand up straight on his knees behind her.
"I told you they weren't fucking you right," Soul chuckled deeply under his breath, pulling out slightly in order to make a shallow thrust into her, hearing Maka squeak with pleasure. "I'm going to show you how pleasurable this position can be."
Soul started off with slow, shallow thrusts in and out, Maka moving back onto her hands, the slow thrusts allowing her to feel every motion of him within her, but with how slick and aroused she was, there was no pain despite the slow tempo. Maka dared a glance over her shoulder, pleasantly surprised to see a deep blush coating Soul's skin, his eyes concentrated on the connection between the two of them, watching himself slide in and out of her so easily. It was an erotic site, Soul's eyes glancing up to catch hers, lips parted as soft pants left him. Maka's blush deepened, unable to keep eye contact as she glanced away, turning back to face the pillows as Soul's deep rumble of a laugh shook behind her.
"Soul…" Maka begged, moving to push her head down into the pillows in order to muffle the embarrassment her voice contained. "Faster. Please."
"You want more already? But we're just getting started," Soul asked, still obliging to her wishes regardless, his tempo increasing dramatically, hips slamming into her backside as he started to penetrate her deeper. Maka's moans were leaving her body without her consent, hearing Soul groan behind her just egging her on. In this position he was hitting her so deep, his dick rubbing against her G-spot and when he fully sheathed himself inside her, his balls slam up against her clit. His hands were gripped tightly on her ass as he slammed into her, one hand moving to rub and pinch her clit.
"Aah, god!" Maka cried out, her arms collapsing under her as her orgasm hit her hard, closing her eyes as she saw stars. She could feel herself tightening around him, her fingers tip-toeing their way across the covers as she stretched to reach his balls, cupping one and tugging forward on it slightly.
"Fuck, Maka!" Soul all but growled, and two deep slams later, he let out a scream as well, his orgasm finally hitting.
Once he finished, Soul pulled himself out of Maka, allowing her body to lay fully on the bed, sweat sticking to her skin as she panted, pulling in fresh breaths of air. She turned her head to the side, one eye half-open as she felt Soul move off the bed, seeing him stare at her, deeply panting as well. Something long, thin, and black flicked behind Soul, in-between his legs and out the side. Maka blinked, moving to sit up and rub her eyes, the item in question blurry, but when she opened them again, it was nowhere to be seen around him, or anywhere else, for that matter. Maka scanned the room, trying to locate where it might have gone.
"What's wrong?" Soul asked, his voice still deep and dark and out of breath, catching her attention with his maroon eyes.
"No-Nothing," Maka said before rubbing at her eyes again. She must have just imagined whatever it was. "You were right," she sighed out, moving to sit up on her legs on the bed. "That felt… amazing."
Soul smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. I did as well," he said, looking unashamed that he was standing there naked before her. Maka had to keep her eyes on his face to avoid feeling like a perv. She unconsciously crossed her arms over her chest, trying to hide her own naked body from view, resisting the urge to just grab her comforter and cover up with that. Soul must have noticed her displeasure, for he furrowed his brows and continued. "Let me just get dressed and I'll be on my way then."
He turned around to remove the condom off of him and throw it away, before starting to get dressed, allowing Maka to slip off the bed freely and rummage through her drawers for some panties and a sleep shirt to quickly slip on. When Soul was fully dressed, he turned back around to see Maka standing there, tugging on the ends of the sleep shirt to try and cover up what it didn't hide of her panties. "You are adorable," he cooed, moving closer to cup her cheek. "I'm really happy I got to see you again," he whispered to her, leaning his forehead against her own.
Her heart drummed loudly in her chest, Soul kissing her softly and slowly, allowing herself to bathe in the warm comfort that came from it. His lips were soft and gentle, and he pulled away all too soon, Maka barely breathing out, "Me too," before he was moving out the door and closing it behind him. Maka didn't realize how much she had enjoyed their last encounter until this one was done all too soon, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest.
'No,' she shook her head, moving to open back up her door and move down the hall to go pee. 'I can't be feeling this way for him. He's just a one-time fling… that happened again!'
Still, once she arrived back in her room and crawled under the covers, her body feeling exhausted, her mind drifted off with images of a white-haired man worshiping her body.
Who sucks at ending chapters? Chee doooooooooes.