A/N: College AU prompt from Anonymous with the addition of 'feel free to make it smutty'. Which of course I did.

Very, very NSFW warnings. Smut be here.

The only downside to dating Maka Albarn (aside from the various head-traumas she inflicted) was that when she asked him to study with her late in the evening, she did not mean pretend to study and make out instead. She actually meant study in the library till the words blurred together from exhaustion. Soul had never been exactly excited about studying in the first place, so staying up to study instead of, say, having sex, held no appeal to him whatsoever.

But, as Maka so helpfully pointed out, they hardly saw each other anymore, what with differing timetables and Maka's various extracurricular activities. Even if he spent the whole time bored out of his mind, at least they were spending some time together. She had also given him her infamous puppy eyes, something he could never ever hope to resist.

So, when the appointed night—a Thursday—rolled around, Soul found himself seated next to her in the library, surrounded by books and notepads. At least the library was mostly empty; the staff had finished for the day and there were very few students around. Soul attempted to do some work for the first half hour, but soon became bored and found the way Maka chewed on her pen to be far more interesting.

He debated for several moments whether he would be able to get away with stealing a kiss or sneaking a hand up under her skirt, but decided against it in the end. She looked like she was in the zone, and he would probably get a slapped hand, or maybe a chop.

He settled for taking a nap, and just as he was about to doze off, Maka rose to her feet. He stared at her blearily and she smiled before stroking his hair back affectionately.

"Just going to get a book," she said softly. "I'll be right back."

He nodded, and watched her go. And damn, he was pretty sure she was wearing one of his favourite skirts. There went any hope of sleep. He bit his lip for a moment, then got up to follow her.

She was just reaching for a book when he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his face into her neck. She jumped a little and he smiled.

She huffed, "Soul, what are you doing?"

"I miss you," he said, and felt all her annoyance leave her as she sagged against him.

"I miss you too." She gave his hands a little pat.

"Let's spend the night in my room. No more studying, just cuddles and Netflix," he said, giving her middle a small squeeze and nuzzling her neck.

She sighed. "I need to do this work."

"Just tonight, just one night without studying. I'm sure you'll survive," he teased. "It's not good to over work yourself."

She was quiet for a long moment and Soul forced his grin down. If she was quiet, she was considering it, but if he was smug about it, she would say no on principle.

"But…this report—"

"Relax for a night. You said it's not due for what, another week? You can still do it if you take tonight off." He licked his lips and trailed a hand down her abdomen. "Would you like me to help you relax?" he whispered against her ear. He felt her shiver, but she did not respond. "Maka?"

"Yes," she breathed, cheeks flaring with colour. "Please."

He let himself grin this time. "As you wish."

Then his hand disappeared under her skirt to press against her panties, making her gasp. He teased her for a few moments, rubbing against her clit through her underwear as she jerked and gasped for breath. Once she started to squirm, he snaked his hand over the waistband and probed his fingers between her lips.

"So wet," he murmured teasingly, feeling his own cheeks heat. He would never not get embarrassed by talking dirty, but she liked it so he would do it. "Do you like doing it in the library, where we can get caught?" She squeaked and grabbed the bookshelves to steady herself when he brushed against her clit, and he laughed a little. "So naughty."

"Stop teasing me," she said breathlessly. "Please."

"What, like this?" He swirled his finger around the swollen bundle of nerves and she mewled, nodding. "So, would you like me to do this instead?" He pushed a finger inside her and she hummed happily.

He pumped his single finger a few times before introducing a second. She bucked against his hand, her hold on the bookshelves so strong that her knuckles turned white. He started pressing kisses to her ear and neck, sucking in deep breaths when her bucking made her ass rub against his growing boner. Speeding up his hand's movement, he introduced his thumb to her clit, making her moan through closed lips in an effort to quiet herself.

His free hand snuck up her shirt to cup her bra-covered breast, giving it a squeeze, before sneaking under that too, to pinch a nipple. Her spine arced and she threw her head back against his shoulder.

A particular rub of his fingers against a specific place along her pulsing walls made her moan loudly, and wow, he had definitely missed doing this.

"You need to be quiet," he whispered. "Wouldn't want anyone to catch us, would you? We'd probably get banned for life. You wouldn't want that to happen, would you?"

She squeaked, but bit her lip, muffling her moans, and tried to swallow her sounds of pleasure.

"Good girl," he teased, pressing his fingers as deeply as possible inside her core. Pressing into the place he was pretty sure her g-spot was, he crooned: "Now, come for me."

With a final rub of her walls and clit simultaneously (piano playing seriously played off), she did, letting out a sob as she shook with her orgasm. He kept moving his hand as she came, prolonging her pleasure until she sagged against him and whimpered about sensitivity.

Once he removed his hand from her underwear, he gave her cheek a kiss and sucked her juice off his fingers. After she caught her breath, she turned and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down for a long, deep kiss.

"You gonna relax now?" he asked with a teasing grin.

She smirked and hummed. "Yeah, but I think you need some help too."

With that she flicked open his fly with one hand and pulled him down for another kiss with her other hand on the back of his neck. He would have been pretty happy with just a handjob, but was pleasantly surprised when she jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist.

"I could use some more relaxing," she whispered. "If that's cool with you."

He groaned and bucked up against her, pressing her back against the shelves. "So beyond cool."

She hummed when she pulled her panties to the side and directed him in. He sealed his mouth over hers as he began to thrust, enjoying the taste of her moans.

He had not been lying when he had said he missed her, so feeling her around him after however many weeks of limited contact made his heart thump harder and his pleasure rise quicker than usual. He abandoned her mouth to moan into her neck.

"MmmmMaka," he sighed. "You're so hot."

He had always thought she had some sort of mind reading power, and he was reminded of that theory when she breathed in his ear, "It's OK, you can come."

He sunk his abnormally sharp teeth into her neck and tried to move faster. When she moaned his name lowly, right into his ear though, he lost it, jerking into her as he unravelled. He was so undeniably thankful for the pill.

He kissed her neck chastely and sighed as they leaned against the bookshelves once he stopped pulsing within her.

"Sorry," he murmured as he pulled out and let her down. That had not been to his usual standard, he knew.

"Don't be," she said. "I told you it was OK."

He pulled her back into his arms and gave her a gentle kiss. "Love you."

"Love you too," she said softly. Then, with a smile, she added, "Why don't we go back to your room now? I don't really feel like studying anymore."

He grinned widely and let her lead him by the hand back towards their stuff.