Title: Tie

Summary: Written for SoMa NSFW week on Tumblr for Day One: Tie.

Rating: M

Genre: Romance

Their story was an odd one. The omission of details made it another boy meets girl tale. He had just transferred to the University of Death City from some fancy not-really Ivy League university from the East Coast.

Though she wouldn't have known this considering that she had first seen him when she had gone into an adult store. Much to Maka's embarrassment, that action had not resulted because of a dare her friends had set her up for, or because she had been drunk, nor was it because she had not known that particular store to be an adult store. Nope, she had gone into that store because she had wanted to, because she wasn't getting laid, because she didn't know if a relationship was something for her, because her fingers weren't enough, because she was simply frustrated and needed something...more filling.

Maka had totally been expecting some balding, middle-aged, sleazy man as a clerk. She was surprised when she instead saw that it was handsome, twenty-something man, who couldn't have looked more bored out of his mind. She took note of his white hair and striking red eyes and how nicely he was dressed, in a dress shirt with a silky tie, before she did what she thought was best.

She ignored him. She'd just grab the closest vibrator or dildo or whatever, pay for it and be done with it, and pretend like this few minutes had never happened in the simple life of Maka Albarn. However, it wouldn't be a day in the simple life of Maka Albarn if things didn't get complicated. Case in point, the walls were lined up with thousands of sex toys in different colours, shapes and sizes. She eyed the...more realistic ones first, scrunching up her nose at the gaudier models of neon pink/yellow/green/purple with extra bumps and modifications for a 'better experience'.

Even though she had told herself that she'd take this like the adult she was, her cheeks were a blazing red and she couldn't keep her eyes up for longer than a few seconds. She was counting on the clerk being so disinterested in the world that he'd not notice her standing like a moron between two aisles of anal vibrators and some other stuff she had no desire to identify. They looked pretty menacing and she couldn't fathom how anyone could put stuff like that inside their bodies and...and...

"Hey, can I help you?"

She jumped, letting out a high-pitched squeak as she automatically made a grab for the thick monograph in her backpack only to freeze when she came face to face with the red-eyed clerk. Maybe, if her body temperature continued to rise like this, she might even be able to melt her brains out because she couldn't recall any other event in her life that was this mortifying. She stammered out a "No!" in response, only to retract that and yelp out a "Yes, please!" before she slapped a hand against her red cheek.

He raised a flaxen eyebrow, not appearing to be that disturbed by her weird behavior, hands stuffed casually in his pockets.

"Is there something you're looking for in particular?" he continued, unperturbed. Eying her questioningly for a few seconds that felt like entire lifetimes in hell, he let out a barely audible sigh and took one of the flesh-coloured vibrators from the wall. She bit back a whimper. "Most customers like the classic models," he said, almost juggling the thing in his hands. "It's of average girth and not too big, but you're kinda tiny so you might maybe try something smaller. Maybe this─" he took another one, this time smaller, and made a move to hand it to her, but she just jerked away.

He sighed again, louder this time. She felt irritation stir in her stomach and she knew she had two options here: a, she could make a dash for the door and never mention this to anyone ever, or b, she could just─"

"Okay, I'll take that one, please," she bit out, gritting her teeth. He looked surprised for a moment before he sluggishly made his way to the cash register to scan the item. Maka was sure that he was being deliberately slow, just to piss her off more.

She nearly threw the money on the counter, wishing nothing more to leave this store. She could smell freedom, already dreaming about fresh air and a lack of dildos around her.

"Not enough," he said, his gaze suddenly becoming sharper, boredom gone completely.

She flinched, blinking. "W-what?"

He gestured towards the money on the counter with a casual tilt of his hand. "It's not enough. I need ten dollars more."

Maka clenched her fists, ready to grab the stupid vibrator and just make a dash out of the store. But she was no criminal and the last thing she wanted was to get known for stealing sex toys! Willing herself to remain calm, she said, her voice quiet but firm, "How about I go to the bank and─"

"We're closing in ten minutes. I don't think you can make it in time."

"But...wait, how about I pay with my credit card─"

"We don't accept credit cards here."

"What kind of stupid store doesn't accept credit cards!?"

"This store. Look if you can't pay in cash, you might as well leave now."

She snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. She had come too far to give up now. She knew she wouldn't be able to come here again the next day, her sense of propriety and mortification would kill her. She opened her mouth, not really knowing how to convince this stubborn idiot, but he beat her to it, his voice a low rumble coming from his chest, making her limbs shudder.

"Though I'm sure we can arrange something." He smiled, lips stretching wide. He looked practically sinful, his eyes were dark and warm, and heat sparked in her belly.

"Oh?" She raised her eyebrows, placing her hands on her hips determinedly. "Can we now?"

He nodded, shoving the money aside, not sparing it another glance. "You can pay...in a different way."

She blinked, staring at his stupid grin dumbfoundedly. He held her wide gaze evenly, even if his smirk faltered the slightest bit. And she lost it. Her laughter was loud and high-pitched as she held her sides, her shoulders shaking.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, slapping a hand against her forehead. Her eyes were welling up with tears, her other hand haphazardly trying to wipe them away. "Soul, this is awful!"

Soul groaned, hitting his head against the counter. "And I was doing so well. What the hell, Maka?!"

She just continued to laugh, not caring if he felt humiliated; actually it made her feel the evilest sort of delight at seeing him blush like this. It had been his stupid idea and now he was paying for it.

"Doing well?" she snorted, giggling deviously. "Please, that line was so cheesy. I hope you weren't watching porn again."

"No! I don't need to watch porn," he muttered and tried for a leer. He looked ridiculous.

Wiping the rest of her tears off, she let out a shaky sigh, lips still curled into a smirk. "Seriously, roleplaying in a sex shop? I don't know how you convinced me to take part in this."

"Maybe because a you're a dirty little perv─"

"Maka Chop!"

"Ouch, damn it, woman! I didn't force you to come here. You agreed to this, so don't act like you're some saint."

"Okay yes, you're right. I'm sorry," she mumbled, patting his head in apology. She smiled. "I have to admit though when you were...giving me advice about what vibrator would be the best for me, you actually sounded like you knew what you were talking about." She snickered into her palm, ignoring his glower. He could be so cute when he was angry. Like a puppy. A silly puppy who had the weirdest of ideas.

His friend Blair had asked him to watch over her store for two hours as she had an appointment with someone that couldn't be rescheduled, and since Soul apparently owed Blair a favor, he had agreed. Maka had had no idea that the store in question was a sex shop! She had protested when Soul told her, hating the idea of her boyfriend being in such a place, but he somehow managed to convince her not to only let him watch the store, but also to...indulge in a little bit of roleplay with her as the one who had to offer other means to...pay.

"Since we're already in such a porny place we might as well go all out and work with the most cliché line in porn ever," he had said and had added that business was, according to Blair, slow during this time of the day anyway. Maka didn't know what had been wrong with her at that time. Only that she had agreed to this madness. Soul could be such an idiot, but he was also the most loyal and the sweetest man she had ever met. Having first met him in high school when she had initially judged him as a dangerous delinquent and a slacker with no future, their romance had taken its time to blossom. She had trust issues and he had different issues with his family, and they had both found out that entrusting each other with it had managed to help them a lot in several ways.

She grabbed his tie with a fond smile, smoothed her fingers over it, not liking how he had managed to get it crinkled. He watched her aptly, eyes following her every move. She loved it when he wore formal wear, or at least she loved it when he'd go for a tie. Soul had no shame in exploiting her desire for formal wear, even though he felt stifled and uncomfortable in it; he found out that it didn't matter as he'd get naked in a matter of seconds anyway once she set her eyes on him.

"You were saying something about paying in a different way," she said, her smile taking on a sultry edge.

"I thought it was such a cheesy line," he retorted, ever the snarky jerk.

She yanked him forward by his tie, scowling lightly. "Do you want to get laid or not?"

His demeanour changed in a millisecond; from lazy and unmotivated to eager and horny. He didn't even bother to round the counter, he simply jumped over it, taking her by her hand to the staff room. It was barely furnished, a table in the middle, three chairs and a ratty couch against the right wall.

Maka clutched his tie and pulled him down to her level, pressing their lips together. Pushing him against the wall and closing the door with one hand, she slanted her mouth more comfortably against his, feeling his smile against her lips. Even though she was the bookish, uptight nerd, she liked to take charge in the bedroom, a fact that delighted Soul to no end. He moaned hungrily when she ran her blunt nails under his shirt, relishing in the way his abs contracted and how his breathing became more heavy and needy. She had no patience for a covered up Soul, so she unceremoniously yanked at his shirt, fingers fumbling clumsily with the small buttons. She had once made the mistake of ripping one of his shirt apart in her horniness and he hadn't taken to that lightly, so even if her frustration was reaching an all time high she kindly undid all the buttons first before she pushed the shirt over his shoulders.

Her heart was loud in her chest cavity, thudding with a fierceness that was only reserved for moments like these; and maybe the added excitement of being able to be caught by someone, be it Blair or a customer who was particularly insisted on getting their share of sex toys, just made it all the more riveting. She gasped when he bit into her neck, sharp teeth working on muscle and skin as his devious pianist fingers got rid off her shirt and quickly unzipped her jeans soon after.

They pulled apart with a shared groan, his erection rubbing against her stomach as her eyes clouded over. She squeaked when she grabbed her hips, hoisting her up. He set her on one of the chairs, the only one that had armrests and looked to be remotely comfortable. He pulled her jeans off with no preamble, her shoes and socks following next before her discarded her underwear.

Her nipples hardened the moment the cool air in the room hit her small breasts. She was panting harshly, her chest heaving and his eyes were warm and lively and giddy, and he took a moment to watch her. She squirmed a little, feeling self-conscious and embarrassed at the sheer adoration spelled on his face.

"Soooul," she whined, making a grab for his tie again but before she could reach it he pulled it off, despite her vocal protests.

His smirk was wry and something sparked in his eyes that made heat swell up in the pit of her stomach. He fiddled with the tie, eyed her hands pointedly.

"You know...since it's usually me who gets tied up, how about a change of pace?" he asked, cocking his head to the side.

She blinked, hands clutching the armrests. "You want to tie me up? Here? Right now?"

"Uh, if you don't want to, I won't. I'm sorry for bringing it up," he said hastily, fidgeting uneasily.

Maka took a deep breath, mulled this over. She had never let him do that with her. He was right. It was usually him who would be sprawled on the bed with his hands tied against the bedpost. She bit her lip, her blood roaring in her ears at the mental picture. She liked being in charge, liked topping him, liked to ride him and tease him, denying his orgasm, until he was begging her for release, pulling at the handcuffs that restrained him. Maybe it was only fair to let him reprociate now. She felt a little anxious, but she trusted this man with all her heart. He'd never hurt her.

"Okay," she said with a nod. "You can tie me up."

His eyes grew wide. "Really?"

She smiled at his eagerness and nodded again, more firmly. He pulled her arms behind the backrest of the chair, crossed her wrists before he tied them together with his tie, giving it a tug to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Just say the word when you want me to untie you, okay?"

"'kay."

He came to kneel in front of her, pushing her thighs apart. This was unusual. She wasn't used to being so on display. Sure, he had seen her naked plenty enough but never like this, never so submissive and restrained. She inhaled shakily, excited and and nervous at once. She felt her arousal spike when he kissed the inside of her knee, lips slow and sensual in their advance, his blazing red eyes never parting from hers.

She was afraid her heart might just burst out of her chest at this rate. What was he doing? Was this what it was like when you were unable to use your own hands, when you were at the complete mercy of the person you trust? Was that reason why the feeling of each and every press of his lips seemed to be amplified? She didn't know how to handle this─had no idea how what she had expected to be a quick romp on the table of the staff room of a sex shop (!) had turned into this.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose when his breath feathered her damp folds. She screwed her eyes shut, lips parting with a moan, only to transform into an impatient growl when he refused to lick her there. The bastard knew the effect it had on her. She glared down at him weakly, futilely pulling at the tie.

The tips of his hair tickled the sensitive skin of her thighs as he switched his attention to her other leg, starting with its knee again. She was surely going to combust if he kept this sweet torture up.

"Soul, please," she whined, eyes heavy-lidded with want.

"Please what?" he asked, his voice muffled against her upper thigh, and she could feel how his lips were stretched into that sultry smirk of his. She shuddered, goosebumps following the path his lips took on her skin. She yelped when he lightly bit her, lapping against the spot soon after appeasingly.

"Mmh, Soul please. I- I need your mouth."

"My mouth is already very busy, Maka. Don't be so needy."

She was going to make him pay for this once this was over. He was not going to let her rest until she spelled it out for him. Maybe this was karma, seeing as she would usually demand the same of him whenever their positions had been reversed. Her fingertips tingled, her skin was scorchingly hot under his attention and her muscles were tense and she was aching for release.

She parted her legs more and he settled between them more comfortably.

"Please Soul, I─ah!"

He didn't even give her time to finish! She threw her head back with a loud moan as he lifted her leg with a hand under her thigh as his other hand spread her folds for him to take in. She was embarrassingly wet, and his tongue was quick and skilled and unrelenting. He suckled on her clit before he switched to give her slit long, slow swipes that made her keen and sob his name, unconsciously pulling at her ties.

"Hah! Soul!"

Her vocabulary was reduced to shouts of his name, of begging him to not stop. She could feel it build up inside of her, liquid heat fluttering in the pit of her stomach, rising higher and higher up her body, reaching her everywhere.

She came with a shrill cry, her toes curling as her back arched off the backrest, and her eyes clenched shut. Her nerve-endings sparked with fire, as her climax washed over her oversensitized body. Soul pulled away from her with a pleased smile, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand with casual nonchalance.

Her chest was still heaving and her vision hadn't entirely gone back to normal, but she couldn't care less in this moment. Maka barely felt him free her hands, the silky tie slithering down from between her wrists. He pulled her on her feet slowly and if he didn't steady her she'd plop back down like a lifeless doll. They kissed leisurely and she realized that he was wearing too much right now. He needed to be naked right now, an insistent tug on his belt loop was all she could muster up in terms of communication.

Soul chuckled lowly, kissing up the shell of her ear before he nibbled on her earlobe, sharp teeth drawing out the sweetest of noises out of her.

Then the door opened. There was a brief moment of what-the-fuck before she came to her senses and shrieked and grabbed her shirt in an attempt to protect her modesty. Soul cursed loudly, turning around and about to yell, but the words died in his throat. Instead he gulped.

"Wait Blair, I can totally explain."

In the doorway stood a tall woman with purple hair and golden eyes. She looked more surprised than angry or disgusted, but Maka still wanted to melt into a goo of no substance and vanish from the earth.

"Soul," the woman began, eyes flitting from him over his shoulder to Maka. She smiled and Maka felt her stomach drop. "When I told you to take care of my customers, I wasn't expecting this!"