A/N: Dude … how has it been a fooking year since I last updated this? I'm mad at myself, I kcufing love this story. I am so sorry, y'all deserve so much better … but I hope the length of this chapter is a decent enough apology~!

Funny story: so I got a boyfriend last May, lost all inspiration and motivation (for like everything, not just writing), broke up with him in November, and I've started about seven, maybe even ten(?) new stories since then (I don't plan on posting any of them until they are complete so that this having to wait a year for an update shit doesn't happen again) as well as working on updates for all of my currents … talk about unfortunate, bruh, am I right? I literally stopped functioning for myself while in this relationship and became uber depressed.

Anyway, it feels great to finally be getting back to myself and my writing. And, don't worry, I'm already working on that next chapter for you guys. Again, I am so sorry that it took me so long to get y'all this chapter. I hope it's long enough to make up for my absurd absence. Just remember, this is rated M for a reason ;) Hope you like it!

Chapter Nine: Dark and Steamy

She's walking on cloud nine. Maka has just finished her class and is on her way to meet up with her boyfriend (*squeal*) for a quick coffee date at their preferred Cafe before they have to head to their next class. She's kinda freaking out but is over the fucking moon, bro. Maka is so elated that she even went as far as to get him a little gift: a candle he had liked the scent of when they'd gone shopping last weekend.

She ambles up to Res with a bit more pep in her step than usual before a loud humming grows louder behind her, making a smile spread across her face at the familiarity. She slows as she hears the engine turn off, biding her time until Soul catches up to her - her attempt at not showing too much enthusiasm in seeing him. Maka hears a low whistle dance through the air, making her finally look over her shoulder at him, her expression coy and amused as she meets the sultry smirk of her boyfriend as he eyes her up and down, leaning back against his bike. She rolls her own eyes the moment that she sees him bite his lower lip with those pearly whites, his fang digging into flesh in a way that sends a shiver up her spine as a heat begins to simmer in her lower abdomen. He's a dangerous kind of enchanting; he makes it difficult for her to keep her mind out of the gutter and all he has to do is look at her. Good, Lord, is he fine.

"Excuse me," he calls out, his long legs carrying him to her in a confident stride, his hands in his pockets, and that stupidly handsome grin still on his adorably dumb face. "I know this may be a bit forward of me, but I just had to tell you that you are absolutely stunning."

"Well, thank you. How kind of you to say," she giggles out, her smile spreading so wide that her cheeks are growing sore. Maka doesn't think she's ever been quite this happy. She knows that this is the first stage of dating: the honeymoon stage, but even if she would normally stress over the fine details, she's pretty much just given the finger to any ounce of negativity because fuck that. "You don't look so bad yourself," she purrs, stepping back to drag her eyes up and down his body just as he had her only moments prior. His smirk shifts as his tongue darts out to fold straight over his bottom lip, his teeth quickly replacing them as Maka's eyes return to his. He can admit that he wants her badly, in any way she'll allow, but he holds himself back because it hasn't even been a week, and … well, they're in public, so … yeah.

"Looks can be deceiving," he lets slip, his voice low and deep as he steps in close. Why does his body always move before he can stop himself? It's near ridiculous. Her eyes widen for a fraction of a second before mirroring his actions and placing her hand lightly on his chest.

"Bad can be good, too." He's done for; there's no way he's getting out of this alive. He's at her mercy, without a doubt, as he feels a shudder of delight rake through his body, unable to stop his teeth from worrying his lower lip to keep himself from overindulging. Once he kisses her, it's all over; he won't be able to stop until he's sated, and he knows that would take a lifetime with feelings like these and lips like those.

Soul's left hand dabbles about the small of her waist, plucking out random notes on his mental piano as her smile melds into an unforgettable symphony within his frazzled brain. Earthquakes - he swears he can feel the world trembling beneath his feet and gravity just doesn't feel right. She looks unfairly gorgeous today, as per usual, her hair split down the middle; rolling down her body in bold waves like some medieval princess. She's wearing a tawny, long-sleeved dress with cream coloured leaves scattered about the design, the 'v' at her breast showing him ample cleavage from his elevated height. The skirt ends just above her knees where just barely an inch of skin peeks out before the cinnamon of her scrunchy knee-high, heeled boots hide the rest of her legs away. In her hands, she holds a cozy-looking tan sweater in case she gets cold, seeing as the weather had begun to take a turn, and on her shoulder rests the thin strap of her small chocolate brown purse. He vaguely takes notice of all of the golden accents of jewelry that she has on, the wind toying with her dangly earrings so that they catch the sun. She looks like a damn bohemian goddess and he wants to bite her. Is that normal? Even if it isn't, he'll admit that that is exactly what he plans on doing later on, if she permits it. He doesn't care where, he just wants to nibble on her skin a little, leave some marks in his wake; get a little kinky, maybe?

As he stares down at her, taking her in with a look of utter hunger and longing, she returns the favour as she admires his serendipitously 'bad-boy' attire. He seems to have forgone shaving his face for a few days, perhaps in preparation for no-shave-November, and his dark grey stubble paired with that of his long, stark white locks being pulled up into a loose man bun is the definition of sexy in her book. His large black t-shirt paired with dark faded blue jeans, and black Dr Martens does nothing to take away from his sultry look as his hand massages her lower back. His right hand comes up to enclose her appendage that still lay happily upon his chest. Guiding her hand up to his face, her fingers glide slowly up his neck across the dog chain that she's never seen him without - she makes a mental note to ask about it sometime - and she can feel his heart beating at his pulse point. She finds herself biting at her own lip the moment he meets the flesh of her palm, pressing into her skin without averting his predatory-like gaze from her now blushing face. The quick and painless bite elicits a gasp from her and a rush of desire to scorch her deep within her nether region before his obviously pleased grin is barred from moving their hands from his mouth, afraid that he might delight in another chomp.

"I can be bad for you," he rumbles, the statement sending a shock through her that she is not at all prepared for, especially in such a public setting. "If you can be bad for me in return." Well, fuck me, thank you much.

"Oh, yeah?" she giggles breathlessly, biting her damn lip again.

"Mhm," he affirms with a nod, his hand reaching up to pinch her bottom lip to pull it from between her teeth. "And you better be careful or I'll be bad right here, right now." The look she gives him is a silent dare to do it. Ha~ she thinks he won't because he's kind of an awkward human sometimes and he doesn't necessarily care for PDA? He chuckles deeply, leaning down as his hand goes to cradle her neck, her gasp giving him chills. He never said he wouldn't or couldn't lay one on her anytime or place, especially when challenged like this, silly woman. He stops just before their lips meet, his eyes darting up and down her face to watch the adorable blush creep to the surface of her skin.

"I'm going to kiss you, is that okay?" She swoons; there is nothing sexier than a man who asks for permission. God, she must have died and gone to heaven because she feels like she's floating. This is so unreal.

"Yes," she smiles, her hands clutching the bottom of his shirt as she awaits the moment she's been yearning for. He stares at her lips a moment longer before sinking into their - can you believe it? - first kiss. And, fuck, does it feel perfect. It starts off light, feathering as they settle into the comfort of their flesh melding together. Soul carefully prods her with his tongue, asking for entrance, which she happily obliges to. The moan that she releases into his mouth upon the tongues touching has him wanting to skip the remainder of today's classes and work so he can take her back to his place so that they can really be bad, but he keeps that thought to himself. He finds that he likes how needy she is when kissing, pulling sweetly at his body in an attempt to somehow get him that much closer - it's fucking hot. They pull away for the first time since they began, gazing into each other's eyes as they both try to catch their breath. Her face is flushed and her lips are swollen and, fuck. This sexual tension is no joke.

Their intense moment is dashed, however; the jingle of the coffee shop door diverting their attention from one another as a fellow student exits, eyeing them wearily.

"Get a room," he says, both amusement and disdain in his voice, as though they are the bane and entertainment of his existence.

"Not a bad idea," Soul whispers from behind her as they both laugh at the interaction, effectively de-escalating their passion.

"Sorry!" Maka apologizes to the stranger who merely rolls his eyes, muttering an 'I'm so sure' as he walks past them back to campus. "We should probably go in and get some coffee. We don't have a lot of time before my next class." Soul nods and follows her into Res, unwilling to let go of her hand. Unbeknownst to the happy couple, there are a pair of eyes scrutinizing them from down the street.

'Damn that tall bastard,' he thinks as he watches Soul park his motorbike. Now, not only is he unable to make a move on Maka with that looming oaf of a man present, but he drives a fucking motorcycle … How is Justin supposed to win against a guy like that? It's getting more and more ridiculous, but the fact of the matter is that Justin hates losing and this will not be the first time he loses. His opponent will pose a great challenge, probably the most difficult he's ever taken on, but the harder the rival, the sweeter the victory.

It's disgusting to watch them openly flirt with each other, like the world around them no longer fucking exists. He smirks despite his desire to grimace, the thought of taking her for himself sugar-coating the distasteful scene he's currently faced with. He believes he can do it, but how? He has to plan this out perfectly for the highest chance of success.

Just as he ponders whether he should leave, the idiot couple goes into a coffee shop that he's never seen nor heard of before - what kind of name is 'Resonance Cafe,' anyway? Without dwelling on his actions, he follows them in a few minutes later, having waited outside until they received their orders. As he tries to enter discreetly, a girl with short, pink hair walks up behind him. He wouldn't normally keep his attention on such a woman, but he notices how she doesn't hide the obvious contempt toward the couple he's been following and he smirks, an idea coming to formation in his twisted mind. He steps to the side as the girl steps up, ordering her latte and asking for her check. Oh~, so she works here, too. This will be brilliant.

"Pardon me," he begins, catching her attention. "Would you mind sitting with me?" She looks him up and down, smiling as their eyes meet once more before she nods.

"I suppose I could do that," she shrugs. "Though I warn you, I won't be the best of company."

"Oh, I'm sure that's not true. I have a feeling we'll get along swimmingly."

*A Week Later*

Slow. That's what he decided. He had decided to take this slow. But how can he not at least think about it when she's in booty shorts and one of his hoodies while they watch more Sex Education in her apartment … alone? Fucking Blake just had to steal Tsubaki away, and now the only thing keeping him from jumping her bones until they return - if they return - is his quickly crumbling resolve. He can do this, he can, he just has to try really fucking hard not to think about it. Her legs look so good, though, he just wants to bite - stop. it.

He has his arm on the back of the couch; Maka has her legs crossed as the bowl of popcorn sits comfortably between them … He'd like to sit comfortably between her legs, too … DAH! Damnit! No! They're on their second episode of the night and he has no idea what's going on because all he can pay attention to are her damn legs. Wait, what is she … well, fuck him senseless. Soul has to close his eyes and turn away as she ties her hair up in a messy bun, her bare neck just too much for him to handle in his current state. Good thing there are a plethora of pillows in this apartment; he'd be in an embarrassing situation if it weren't for the one planted firmly in his lap right now.

Her laughter at something that's happening in the show has him opening his eyes, jolting as she smacks his knee in her amusement. She utters something about loving that particular character - he thinks she's talking about the gay best friend, maybe? - but his mind is in a tizzy, as her hand remains on his knee, rubbing and scratching it leisurely. She can't be doing this on purpose … right? She's basically torturing him with this progression of events: the show about sex, her choice of clothing, baring her neck, rubbing his fucking knee? Yeah, no … she can't be that scheming, can she?

Soul glances at the hand stroking his leg, having inched just the slightest bit upward, then over at her face, trying to read her expression for any hints. Maybe, just maybe - now hear him out - she wants him to do something. Just think on that for a moment. Soul isn't great with signals. He's said it before and he'll say it again, he's a bit inept when it comes to these things, not having found it necessary to care until now. If he was wrong in the past, he would apologize and then move on to a willing partner. Now that he really thinks about it, he used to be complete and utter scum, this being one of the many reasons for wanting to take things slow with Maka. He doesn't want to move too fast and fuck this all up; he really likes her and wants her to be comfortable, but … he also wants to live up to any expectations or desires that she might have. He's also sure that she has a dirty mind, having seen what kinds of shows she watches and what she's written in their notes back and forth, so perhaps he isn't reaching too far. He could just test the waters and see how she responds? Or maybe he should just ask outright? He really isn't sure nor does he want to make things awkward for her by doing either. He could also very well make things tense by not doing anything, though, and he doesn't want to be that idiot that just sits idly until she's forced to make a move on her own. It wouldn't be weird to just kiss her cheek, right? She's his girlfriend now, so it's fine. They kissed an innumerable number of times since their first last week and she seemed to like all of them so far. He needs to calm down. It's fine. Shit.

Soul leans in toward Maka, his lips landing on her jawline just under her ear, missing his intended target because she shifts just before he makes contact. He pulls back just a breath away, waiting for a reaction to tell him whether or not she wants him to continue or stop. He hears her sigh in content as she melts, her body relaxing into him as she tilts her head just a bit away from him, opening up her neck for him to access. He takes this as an invitation, leaning back in to plant another kiss on her pulse point below her lobe. He watches as she closes her eyes and bites her lip, making him smirk into her skin while he slowly kisses a path down the side of her neck until he meets the collar of his sweatshirt. With how big it is on her, he's easily able to pull it to the side to lick the junction where her shoulder and neck meet.

"Oh, god," she whispers, the hand on his knee inching up toward his hidden erection.

"Is this okay?" he finds himself asking, his right hand falling from the back of the couch to grab her neck from behind, squeezing the sides timidly.

"Mhmm," she moans, absentmindedly squeezing his upper thigh as she gets closer and closer to his obvious excitement. "Perfectly fine," she breaths. He can feel her heart pulsing under the tender touch of his fingers over her veins, making the want in his chest surge and sprinkle away to tingle every damn nerve in his entire body. He's never been this turned on by anyone, ever, and, *TMI*, but teen Soul had a severe premature ejaculation problem. Se-vere. It was a problem. He reaches down, grabbing the bowl of popcorn, and moves to sit it on the coffee table in front of them without diverting the attention he is showering her with on her clavicle. Upon its return, his left hand finds purchase on her ribcage, just below her right breast, rubbing her underboob teasingly with his thumb. "Mmmm, fuck, Soul."

Her voice turns him to putty in her hands, making him nibble at her throat in want as his hand sneaks up into her hair, gripping her tresses to pull her head backward so that he can better kiss and nip his way up to her chin. They haven't yet discussed his … tastes, but he thinks that can wait until a later date, as he plans to keep tonight as vanilla as he can muster and will ask her permission intermittently. She seems to be enjoying his grip in her hair as well as what he's been doing to her neck if her whimpering and words of encouragement are anything to go off of, but he wants to make sure that she is as comfortable as can be and is thoroughly pleasured. Whatever she wants, he'll do.

"Do you have any idea what you've been putting me through tonight? Hm?" Her legs have uncrossed at some point, her toes curling into the rug below her feet, and her right hand is gripping at his left sleeve as he continues to torment the underside of her right breast. "Showing off these sexy ass legs and this fucking neck ... Were you doing it on purpose? Did you want this to happen or were you just trying to torment me?"

"I-I wasn't- I didn't mean to tormmmm-ent y-you. Yes, there."

"So, you wanted to work me up until I finally exploded, is that it?"

"N-no, I just waaaaannnt -fuck- I just wanted you to d-do somethi- aaaahhhnn~!"

"You could've just asked, baby. I would do anything for you, I mean, fuck. No need to tease me like that." 'Baby,' he had called her - God, the sound of it alone has her keening. His voice is so deep and smooth, washing over her with that inherently masculine and provocative tone, and it makes her panties wetter than her own fantasies had in the moments leading up to this. She clenches her trembling legs together as he kisses the shell of her ear before tantalizingly dipping his tongue in, making her mewl.

"I'm … sorry."

"Are you? I think you wanted to get a rise out of me. Did you want me to put you in your place, baby? Did you want me to be bad?" The way she's clutching at his leg and arm has really revved up his engine, so he needs to know how far she wants him to take this, especially if she doesn't want to go all the way. He'll have to go jerk off in the bathroom if that's the case because being this heated when she just wants some heavy petting will be fucking difficult without immediate release - he means, like, right the fuck now.

"Yes, I wanted it~ nnnnh~!" He can already see hickies appearing on her neck from all of his suckling, giving him both a sense of satisfaction and slight anxiety at how she'll react when she sees them. With how fair her skin is, they might even get darker in the next few hours; if he sucks on them more, he could turn them purple …

"You want what, baby? Tell me what you want me to do." He's enjoying this way too much to be as nervous as he was earlier, no longer so unsure of himself as his left hand travels down her stomach to rest on her upper thigh, squeezing and massaging just a hair away from her womanhood. She squirms under his touch and he can feel her modest pull, trying to silently persuade his hand to move to her overflowing oasis. He chuckles into her ear, his breath sending chills through her body, intensifying her yearning for him. "Come on, use your words."

"But that's … embarrassing …"

"No need to be embarrassed; it's just you and me."

"I-I want you to … I want your hand to f-finger me~," she moans, tears of pleasure coming to glaze her eyes. At her words, his hand slowly traces the skin of her thigh, invoking goosebumps to rise.

"Finger you where, baby?" He kisses her cheek, encouraging her to be honest as his other hand moves back down to cradle the back of her neck again. She bites her lip when he applies the meekest of pressure to the sides before nibbling at her jaw. She seems to be having a harder time saying what she wants than he had imagined she would, so he decides to be nice this time and help her out. "Do you want my fingers inside your panties? You want me to stroke your lady bits?" They both chuckle at his choice of words, resulting in her body relaxing against him more comfortably, the tension in her shoulders dispersing and liberating her from her unease.

"Yes, Soul, please. I want you to fuck me with your fingers." God, she's goading him now, whether she's meaning to or not. His little joke works better than he thought it would to relieve her inhibitions, but fuck, he hadn't expected her walls to crumble so quickly and so wholly. It makes him want to get her to beg more in that sultry voice of hers that has his dick twitching.

"Yeah? You want my fingers inside you?" His hand moves between her midthighs, urging them to separate for him. She obliges almost instantly and he can see how wet she is, her juices having soaked through her shorts. "Damn, baby. Look at how wet you are. Fuck." He finally tosses the pillow that's been in his lap to the side, showing off his erect manhood as it presses fervently against his pants. "Do you see what you're doing to me? You're so fucking beautiful."

Her eyes are wide when he looks back at her face, her gaze focused on the large tenting of his joggers, obviously surprised at how big it is. She licks her lips as her eyelids become hooded, whimpering while her back automatically arches at the thought of him being inside her.

"You look so big," she sighs, her desire seeping from her voice.

"This is all because of you, baby. This is the effect you have on me. I want to be inside you so fucking badly. Do you want me inside you? You want me to make you feel good with my dick, baby?"

"Mhm, I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me." She looks so dazed as she continues to stare at his crotch, unashamed that she loves to look at him, drool beginning to rim her mouth at how much she wants it. Soul's hand reflexively clenches her neck just a tad harder, her reaction nothing but pleasant, as she keens from the sensation of restricted blood flow.

"You like it when I do that to you?" he inquires, pressing in on her throat again so that she knows what he's asking.

"Yes, daddy." The word passes her lips before she can stop herself, her unmentioned kink now very much coming to light. His eyes widen at the nickname along with hers. He feels her gulp, unable to meet his awaiting stare as she twitches nervously, clearly afraid of what he might say. "Uh, I m-mean-"

"Daddy, huh?" he muses, his tone carrying amusement as he leans in to hover over her, an encouraging smile on his face. "You really are fucking perfect, you know that? You can call me daddy all you want, baby girl. In fact, please do from now on." Once again, his words have her frazzled mind calming down, a shy smile overtaking her flushed face.

"You mean, you don't mind? Some people find it disgusting."

"Do I remind you of your dad?" He raises an eyebrow, laughing at the look of disgust that immediately takes over her face at the mere thought.

"Ugh, god, no. I would never, that's just - ew."

"Then why does it matter? Guys call their girls 'mama' all the time. What's the difference?" Maka swoons at his words; the fact that he understands perfectly that it's just a word, one that he is exceedingly deserving of. "What matters is what it means to you, right? What do you expect from your daddy?"

"I … I like it when a man is strong and takes charge; a man who cares for his partner's needs and takes care of them. I find that confidence and devoted dominance attractive. Not arrogant or cocky, just dependable and doting, … I guess." He smiles; she's so fucking adorable. Soul leans in, bumping his nose with hers as his hand moves down to massage her shoulders in comfort.

"Well, if that's the case, I'm honoured that you would bestow such a name upon me. I'll do my best to live up to your expectations." She pushes herself up, kissing his lips warmly as her right hand lands gently on his left cheek to hold him there for a moment. Though, he doesn't need any coaxing from her to continue kissing her. He could kiss her all day, no questions asked, absolutely no reason needed. They pull away after a minute, a string of saliva connecting them.

"Thank you … for not making it weird, for being wonderful, for everything."

"Well, as I said, I want you to call me daddy; I like it." He kisses her nose once more before he feels her left hand squeeze his thigh again, her gaze telling him to continue where they left off. "Now, … where were we?" He tilts his head at her, a mischievous grin on his handsome face. His left middle finger glides ever so slightly over her pussy, making her jolt and let out a loud, high pitched whine. her head falls back as far as his hand will allow, the appendage having resumed its place on the back of her neck. He can tell that the brief discussion has aided in her opening up to him a bit more, feeling more at ease and trusting him more soundly than in the moments prior. Good communication and an open mind does wonders for a relationship, and he's honestly hellbent on staying by her side for as long as she'll allow him.

"Oh, fuck!"

"You still want me to fuck you with my finger, sweet girl?" He's kissing the lower right side of her neck, his body leaning across her as his left hand keeps his touches soft of teasing over her clothed womanhood.

"Yeeeessss~, god, PLEASE!" She bucks her hips, in need of his hand to just do it. He takes the hint and gently slides his hand up her right short leg - if it could even be called a leg, as the fabric just barely covered her ass - his thumb slipping through her drenched folds up to her clit where he presses lightly. "MMmmmmm~! Yes! Just like that!"

"I love your voice, baby girl," he encourages, continuing to press kisses all about her face and neck, carefully squeezing her neck all the while. "You're so fucking sexy, baby. So wet for me." Bet you didn't think Soul would excel at dirty talk, huh? Well, the world is full of surprises.

He pulls his hand out from her pants, standing and turning off the tv with his clean hand - he's not an animal - and leans down to wrap his arms around her waist. She encircles his neck in turn, allowing him to lift her easily so that he can take them to her bedroom. He makes sure the door is fucking locked this time before making his way to the bed. He kinda doesn't want to put her down; he is living for her legs being hooked behind his ass, her dripping heat pressed firmly against his dick. God, he wants her so fucking bad.

"Are you sure you want to go all the way now? I don't want you to regret anything later."

"Yes, I'm sure."

"Okay." He smiles despite not wanting his eagerness to dictate her answer. "But if we're moving too fast and you want to stop at any time, you say the word and we'll stop, okay? I don't care if I'm literally about to put it in, I will suffer the blue balls. Got it?" She giggles, her hands rubbing the sides of his neck lovingly as she kisses his nose.

"Yes, daddy." Okay, it's all over. Call it. He's fucking in love. "Now shut up and fuck me."

"Yes, ma'am," he snorts, kneeling down as he kisses her chest through the fabric of the hoodie. He sits her comfortably on the bed as he remains on the floor. Hooking his fingers in the top of her shorts and underwear, he begins to peel them from her body, watching as she lifts her hips to aid in his disposal of the useless article of clothing. Once discarded, he grabs both of her thighs, parting them as he keeps his eyes on her face. She's biting her damn lip again and it makes him want to dominate her, but he holds himself back, not wanting their first time to be too much. When her legs are spread as far as they'll comfortably go, he finally shifts his gaze to take her in and, lord, have mercy. She's so wonderfully wet and pink, clean-shaven in unmistakeable preparation for tonight. "Well, damn," he breaths, unable to keep his head back as he dives in to lick at her heavenly water. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good," he praises, groaning into her waters and making her shake at the vibration, a needy moan filling the room.

"Your tongue feels so good," Maka moans, her voice high and gravely.

"You gonna sing for me, baby?" He ends his question with a hearty suck on her clit, making her scream as she plops back onto the bed, her hands fisting the sheets on either side of her. Finally, Soul begins to slide his middle finger into her swollen folds, being rewarded with her back arching off of the bed. He takes his time in thrusting it in and out of her, adding a second finger after a minute or two. She's so tight, even around his two fingers and he is literally drooling as he watches how she takes him in, clenching him like he's all she will ever need. He could never have imagined just how mouth-wateringly delicious she would be, and trust, he imagined. He leans back in, slurping at her while continuing to pump deep within her, his fingertips searching for that particular spot that he knows will have her thrashing. He feels her thigh tense in his left hand as he glides over that very place he had been working to find and he smiles, rubbing against it before pulling out and carefully adding a third finger to slowly sink into her overflowing heat.

"Fuuuuck," she hisses, making him pause as looks up at her.

"Does it hurt?"

"It feels fucking amazing," she whimpers, rolling her hips to get him to push in further, and who is he to withhold pleasure from her? Pushing his fingers deeper into her, he bites the junction where her leg meets her womanhood and sucks down hard before continuing his assault with his mouth. His thrusts begin to become more pronounced and erratic and he can feel her clenching as her hands find his mane, sinking her fingers in to massage his scalp encouragingly. Maka comes harshly as Soul aids in her riding out the magical high of her orgasm, her eyes rolling back into her head as her vision goes black, unable to focus on anything other than what Soul is doing to her. When her body finally collapses back into the mattress, her chest heaving and muscles twitching as his fingers slowly retreat, his tongue still lovingly lapping at her folds. "Fuck."

"Good?"

"Earth-shattering."

"That good, huh?" He smirks, his thumbs going to spread her so that he can drag his tongue up between her moist sex before one final suck on her clit before standing to loom over her. She's fucking gorgeous, laying there with sweat on her temples and her baby hair clinging to her forehead; out of breath but severely satisfied with that adorable little smirk on her blushing face. "Are you ready for me, baby girl?" he asks, grabbing both of her thighs to jerk her toward the edge of the bed, grinding his clothed member against her still dripping oasis.

"Fuck, yes."

"Condom?" He leans over her, feathering kisses all about her face and neck as his hands work their way underneath the sweatshirt she has on.

"B-bathroom, mirror." He bites her neck, licking it immediately after as his hands grope her breasts before lifting the material up and over her head. He leaves the sleeves on her arms as they splay above her head, putting her body on display for him to admire. He eyes her up and down slowly, a tender look in his eyes before he leans down to capture her lips in a searingly gentle kiss, making sure that he pours every ounce of his fondness into the act. He strokes her cheeks as he pulls back for what he swears will be the last time this night, not wanting to be away from the warmth of her flesh.

"Don't move." Soul goes to her bathroom, opening the mirror to find an unopened box of condoms with multiple sizes within it. He snorts as he goes to the doorway. "I'm glad you thought to be prepared because I certainly wasn't."

"I had an inkling that might be the case," she giggles, still laying as he had left her. "I wanted to make sure nothing would stop us when the time came."

"My savior," he quips, pulling his long sleeve shirt up and over his head, having opened and tossed the box onto the bed beside her. She watches in immense gratification, his slender but manly physic forcing her to release the pent up air she had been holding in due to her excitement at finally seeing him bare. His arms are meatier than that of his abdomen, proof of all of the heavy lifting he does as a mechanic.

"To be honest, it wasn't just for you. I've really been looking forward to this," she admits, finally meeting his awaiting gaze.

"Oh, really? You think you wanted this more than I did?"

"Mhm." Her answer makes him chuckle as he shudders at her coy grin.

"... I guess we'll just have to see who was more eager." At that he hooks his thumbs into his joggers, skillfully pushing them down until they fall to the ground on their own. He stands before her, his manhood still out of view thanks to his damn boxers. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did- did you want me to take these off?" he teases, grasping his waistband to stretch them out, only to release them to slap back over the skin of his hips, bringing her attention to the sexy 'v' leading underneath the last bit of material that she wants to rip off of his body. Maka whines, shimmying in an attempt to get him to finally expose that large, pulsating organ hiding poorly. She sees it, but she wants to see it; she wants to feel it, suck on it, gag on it.

"Soul, please," she pleads, squirming as he runs his fingertips leisurely, ghosting over her trembling skin while thinking he's a lucky fuck. She's absolutely breathtaking, every inch of her body is art; God's greatest creation, if he has anything to say about it.

"Words, baby," he reminds her, his touch tracing up between the scrumptious mounds of flesh on her chest and up her neck to lift her chin. "Tell me what you want and you can have everything you ask for." With fire in her eyes at the promise of getting whatever she wishes, she licks her lips and arches her back to sit up, her elbows bending behind her head as the hoodie still imprisons the appendages. He bends down, his free hand finding purchase on the sheets to her right, bringing their lips dangerously close. The sexual tension in the air is so strong that he swears he can already feel her hands clawing at his back.

"I want you to fuck my mouth with that big, fat cock of yours until you're so close that you start seeing stars. Then, just before you come, I want you to slide into my pussy and drill me into these sheets until I can't walk. Think you can do that for me?" … Well, fuck. The hand at her chin encloses around her neck firmly as his other pulls the sweater completely from her arms, throwing it to the side before sinking into her tresses with a strict grasp.

"Get on your knees," he all but demands, her instructions setting off his desire for dominance, but, fuck, he might as well call her Lola. She asks for it; she's going to get it. She complies, sliding off of the edge of her bed to plant her knees on the floor as Soul releases his hold on her throat because she's too far down. He's so tall that she can't relax back on her haunches if she wants to reach him properly. "Take them off."

"Yes, daddy." Maka begins to reach up with her hands, but he stops her, grinning down at her with a look in his eyes that makes her clench, feeling herself dripping in want.

"With your mouth, sweet girl." He waits to see how she reacts, not pushing her head towards his groin or pulling her back by the hair. He's giving her complete control over what she decides to do. Much to his delight, she smiles pleasantly and nods, biting her lip as she leans forward to lick up his length over the material. Maka rests her hands on his upper thighs, massaging his flesh in a delectable manner that has him sighing as a chill sweeps his body at her ministrations. She leaves a trail of saliva in her wake to soak his underwear, her gaze shifting to look up at him as she kisses his tip before dragging her teeth along his skin and gritting his waistband between her pearly whites. Premature ejaculation Soul could never. She slowly pulls back and begins to lower herself, dragging his boxers down with her. She tries her best to remain focused, returning his heated stare, but as soon as the head of his impressive manhood is no longer under the strain of cloth, she can't help but fawn over it. She outrightly ogles him, a needy moan vibrating in her throat as she eyes his length. She quickly finishes disposing of his boxers in favour of getting her mouth on his delicious cock that's now in her face. Retracing the path she had taken just moments prior, Maka's salivating tongue runs up his johnson to leave him coated with her desire. She splays over the tip, hooded eyes meeting his awaiting gaze once more before lifting just a bit higher so that a string of spit drips from the tip of her tongue to land on his throbbing member. He shivers, his head tilting to the side as he lets out a satisfied groan. Soul strengthens the grip he has in her hair for a moment, pulling her head back.

"Don't test me, baby," he sighs, his free hand caressing her cheek before grabbing himself to begin stroking with the help of her spit. The hands on his thighs squeeze, and Maka bites her lip as she watches his hands move over the protruding veins. "You wanted me to fuck your mouth, remember?"

Disregarding his hold against her scalp currently keeping her head back, she forces forward, popping him into her mouth and swirling her lingua around his tip. The act has his restricting grip relent enough for her to move forward to take more of him. Slowly, she sinks down until he touches the back of her throat, unable to take him all in, his base still a whole finger's length away from her lips. She whimpers with slight dissatisfaction as she pushes forward with a tilt of her head as she forces him down her throat, restricting her airflow.

The vibration from her continuous moans has him fighting to stay in control of his body, not wanting to take advantage or hurt her. A low "holy fuck," leaves from his lips as he feels her attempting to take more of him in, jerking her head back at the realization of just how far down his throat he is. Gaging how far he can thrust forward without hitting her uvula, he begins to set a nice slowly building pace as he continues to pump himself in time with her mouth. The sight of her lips wrapped around his dick nearly has him losing it, quickly pulling from her mouth with a 'pop'. He guides her to stand, his hand never leaving her hair or his aching member.

"Turn around, baby, and lean over." She follows his instructions without skipping a beat, her obedience making him even hornier. His eyes glaze over as he's met with her small but plump ass and he chuckles as he leaves his cock to grab her right cheek, squeezing firmly before ever so lightly smacking it. She jolts, letting out a delicious moan as she purposely presses back and arches her back into a perfect bow. "You like that? You like it when I spank you, sweet girl?"

"Yes, daddy. I like it."

"You want me to spank you again?"

"Mhm~"

"How do you want it?"

"Harder, daddy."

"Good girl," he praises and shudders, watching as she grips at the sheets to brace herself, her head turning to the side to look back at him. The curve of her back is truly something to behold, freckles dispersed about her fair skin that he very much wants to suckle on - well, why not? There's no reason that he can't do that. Fuck it. He pulls her back by the hair to hold her high enough so that she can watch. "Does that hurt?" Soul leans over her, kissing her temple and then her eyelid, leaving a wet trail of smooches all the way to her jaw before working his way down the side of her neck.

"No, it feels good, but …"

"Go ahead, Maka. Don't hold back."

"I'd prefer if you grabbed my neck."

"You like that better?" He's now kissing between her shoulder blades and down her spine, stopping to lick at each beauty mark he finds along his descent. His left hand slides out of her hair and ghosts down her neck before fulfilling her wish by taking a hold of it lightly from both sides. "Like this?" He nibbles lovingly at her back dimples, his right hand still milking her ass.

"A little harder."

"Okay, but you tell me if my grip is too strong at any point. I don't want to hurt you."

"I will."

"Good. Same goes for anything else, okay? Spanking, my thrusts, anything."

"Okay." Maka nods as she pushes her hips back, nearly rubbing her ass against his still very excited erection. Soul is just barely able to keep her from making contact with the hand massaging her right cheek.

"You want me to plant one on you now? Is that it?" He laughs at her annoyed moan in answer to his question as she shakes her rear to emphasize her desire. "Alright, baby. You've been so good tonight." Standing, he stares at her cheeks, admiring them before raising his hand and bringing it down just a smidge harder than the first time, the action making a soft smacking sound.

"Mmmmm, harder~" He abides by her request, a back and forth of spanking and Maka asking for him to swat her with more gusto each time until he finally comes to the precipice of her comfort zone. Once there, she squirms at the sting and he can see the wetness from her folds seeping to moisten the inside of her jiggling thighs. He spanks her again, careful to keep within her territory of pleasure, as she is no longer asking for him to put in more force. This tells him that she likes it just like this. Deciding to continue the hold on her neck over spanking her, he begins stroking his dick again, stepping forward to rub it between her cheeks.

"Do you want me in you now, baby? I want to know how good you feel."

"Yes, daddy, I want your cock in me," she answers ardently, pushing back against him until she feels his hips with a whine.

"You want me to put it in you like this? From behind?"

"Oh, god, yes! Please! Just like this."

"Get me a condom, sweet girl. XL." She whimpers happily, knowing his size might take a minute to adjust to, but will most likely have her blacking out with rapture at some point. She reaches for the previously aforementioned box, pulling out an XL condom and handing it back to him, wiggling back and forth as she tries to get a good view. "What's the matter?"

"I wanna watch you put it on~" she complains, unable to see him comfortably. The hand around her neck moves down her back, his left arm encircling around her waist to lift her up and help her turn. She watches as his teeth bite the edge, tearing the package open. She then reaches up to help him pull the rubber from its container, tossing to land somewhere on the floor. Sidestepping to give her better access, he uses both hands to roll it down himself and she's amazed to find that it's still just a tad bit tight on him. She's drooling. Soul is a big guy, tall with an attractive shoulder width and stature, but his hard dick as it stands at attention for her is so much better than she could have imagined. That's just how Soul is, she supposes - always better than imagined. "You're so fucking big," she swoons, turning and leaning down to kiss him at his base, wanting to suck on him again. Soul, however, can't allow her to do that, as he's already nearing his completion and won't last another round of being in her pretty little mouth. His fingers lift her head from beneath her chin, urging her to come back up to his face. As soon as she's within reach, he melds their lips together in a passionate, wet kiss, their tongues battling until she finally pulls back, gasping for air.

"Turn around and get on your stomach, baby. I want to be inside you so badly, it hurts." Despite his words, he holds her to himself, placing a hickey on the junction of her shoulder and neck as he massages her left breast and pinches her nipple. He relents his hold on her waist only to take a hold of her nape. She does as she's told merrily, her feet still on the floor as she leans over the bed once more. Soul strokes himself, taking in her now red ass, and groans at the sight of his work on her backside. He uses his right foot to tap the insides of both her ankles. "Spread your legs for me, gorgeous."

When she's open enough for him to stand comfortably between her legs, he reaches done and slides two fingers into her, going in easily. He adds a third, her heat soaked so thoroughly that it makes him want to drop down and drink her up again. After a few strokes, he adds a fourth, just to be sure to prepare her. He keeps his four fingers deep within her, as far as they'll go, and allows her walls a moment to adjust before pulling out and leaning over her to show her how wet she is.

"Look at this, baby girl. Look at how fucking ready you are for me."

"Oh, fuck, daddy. I want you in me so fucking bad~"

"Open that pretty mouth for me?" She does, sucking her own juices off of his fingers. "See how good you taste, baby?"

"Mmmhmmm~" He pumps his fingers in and out of her mouth, her lips swelling, and he is going to be so fucked after he enters her. Pulling himself from her and standing back up to watch as he takes his dick in his hand once again, he glides it through her swollen folds to coat himself with her juices before positioning himself at her opening.

"You ready?"

"Yes, fuck, please!" She wiggles her hips again, making her backside jiggle atop his member and he just about loses it. He tightens his hold on her nape just as he presses into her, drawing out the most enticing moan from her he's heard all night, and that's saying something because every breath that passes her lips has him wanting to come. "Ohhhhhhh~, fuck!"

He takes his time, enjoying the way she presses back against him as her walls clench around him. Finally, he's buried inside her up to the hilt and he releases the air he had been keeping in his lungs, doing his best not to come on the spot.

"Damn, baby girl. You feel so fucking good." He pulls out of her just as slowly as he had entered, making her legs shake as she grips the sheets. Her whimpers and whines are incoherent already and he hasn't even thrust into her twice yet.

"Fuck, daddy, faster. Please, daddy. Give it to me, give it to me. Please! Please~!" How is he supposed to hold back when she's keening beneath him, pleading for him to lead her to a mindblowing orgasm and moaning his name like he's a fucking godsend? No man on this earth has that much willpower, even a dom like him. His resolve to build her up at an easy pace is shattered as he begins to pound into her with so much force that his ears are peeled in her direction, listening for any signs of discomfort to tell him to cease. All he hears, though, are her screams of encouragement and pleasure. He falls forward, biting at her shoulders as his right hand finds her clit, circling it and making her give out. Using his knees and the hand between her legs, he hoists her up and thrusts them forward onto the bed.

"On your knees for me, baby, come on. We're almost there," he whispers into her ear, briefly squeezing the sides of her neck each time his hips meet her backside as he tongues the cavern of her ear. She's barely able to lift herself up onto her patellas, but is ever so glad that she does, as the strain her legs bring from the position intensifies the pressure building in her abdomen.

"Fuck, Soul - fuck - I'm gonna … aaaaan~! Yes! Fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cuh- I'm cummiiing~! Ah! Ah! FUCK!" Her torso drops to the bed, her arms giving out as her entire body is overtaken by spasmic pleasure. Soul falls with her, his thrusts unforgiving as he fights to meet his own orgasm and allows her to ride out hers.

"Maka, god, Maka. You are … so fucking perfect. Ngh! Fuck!" He becomes erratic as he finishes, the feeling of her walls sucking him for everything he's worth too much. They both collapse completely, Soul being careful not to squish her beneath him as his forehead rests on her upper spine. "God, …" he takes in a deep breath, the air chilling her back and making her tremble. "That was so good." He begins kissing her back again as he moves to pull himself out of her, making her mewl and arch her back again. If she keeps reacting like that to everything he does, he could probably go at it all night long, damn.

"That was incredible," she sighs, remaining in her spot as he goes to dispose of the condom, cleaning up their clothes and other things along the way to the bathroom. She hears her shower turn on and turns her head toward the door just as her completely naked boyfriend exits the adjoining powder room. He smirks when he notices her eyeing his still semi-hard erection.

"Come on, you. Time to wash off." She grumbles, not wanting to move, but is forced to as Soul picks her up into a princess carry, kissing the crown of her head the entire way to the bathroom. "Is the water too hot?" he asks, stepping into the bath and sitting on the edge so she can reach the faucet.

"No, that's perfect."

"Good. Do you want to take a shower or a bath?" He silently thinks a shower might be better, as her eyes appear heavy with the beginning of sleepiness.

"A shower. I'm tired." He nods, turning on the showerhead and allowing it a moment to come out their desired temperature before standing and closing the curtain. He sets her down on her feet carefully, grabbing her sponge and lathering it with soap to scrub her body down while she lets the water run through her honey-blonde tresses. After he finishes scrubbing both of them, he leans into the water, his hands finding her backside, and massages the mounds as she puts shampoo in her hair as well as his. He kisses her lips unapologetically as the water washes away the suds, his fingers playing at her opening again as well as her asshole. She moans as his completely revived manhood rubs up against her stomach, telling her that he could go another round. He pulses them from the water toward the back of the tub, pressing her back into the cold wall.

"Sorry, … think you could go one more round?" he asks, kissing at her jugular. "If not, that's okay. Don't feel obligated."

"I would love that."

"Are you sure?"

"I was actually hoping you would ask, daddy." He smiles and lands a brisk kiss on her awaiting mouth, making her giggle. Soul reaches out of the shower for the box of condoms he had picked up while cleaning, grabbing another XL and quickly tearing open the package to roll it on. He turns back to her, lifting her up so that her legs encircle his hips, kissing her fervently as he guides himself back into her womanhood. He finds her still wet and ready to take him in and he groans. She moans loudly into his mouth as he continues to nibble and suck on her lips. This time, he wants to take it slow; to enjoy the feel of her insides as his hips move back and forth, up and down. The build-up is poetically satisfying and preciously sweet, making her grind herself down into him as they both find another release with each other. They come nearly at the same time, Soul making sure she comes first again, and they never take their eyes off of the other. He can't decide if he likes it better from the front where he can watch her face, or from behind where he can watch her body work for her orgasm, but he won't choose; he likes both. By the end, they're both gasping to fill their lungs, Maka's body completely sated. He attentively pulls out of her, taking her over to stand under the hot water again before taking and tying off the condom. He chuckles when he turns back to find her leaning up against the wall with her eyes closed, her conditioner in her hand.

"Let me," he snorts, reaching for the bottle and running it through her hair before putting some in his own. As they let it set for a few minutes. He washes their privates again and massages her back as he scatters tender kisses all over her brilliant and worn-out body. He washes the conditioner out of their hair and turns off the water, grabbing a towel to dry her off and wrap up her hair. He quickly grabs one for himself and tucks it around his waist so that he can help her out of the tub and out to her dresser for her to pick out something to sleep in. He goes to wipe himself down before returning to her room to find her laying haphazardly on the edge of her bed. He throws on his boxers and joggers, opting to use one of his stolen hoodies hiding in her closet over the shirt because she keeps her room fucking freezing. Finally, he peels back the covers and guides her under them, joining her after turning off the lights. She cuddles up to him, kisses his jaw, and whispers something so quietly that he doesn't catch it, but she's completely gone before he can ask her what she had said. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her more solidly up against him as his lips linger in her hairline. He allows himself to fawn over her sleeping face, so peaceful and content, and he can't even believe that this is real; that he actually has feelings this strong for someone. It scares him a little, his talk with Blake coming to mind. He won't mess this up, he can't. He needs her, now and forever.

Soul watches her sleep for a few minutes more before his eyes become heavy, telling him to join her. He soon drifts into a deep, blissful slumber, dreaming of the irreplaceable woman in his arms.

SMUT WARNING: I kcufing hate spoilers, but some people be bitchin', so *fart sound*. It's in the last section of this chapter. There will be no more smut warnings within my writing or in any further chapters on this story; I feel it takes away from my work and this is rated M for many reasons. Read at your own discretion. (Yes, I did that shit and put this at the end of the chapter because y'all should'a seen this comin' :P)

A/N: Yo~! I worked on this until 5 am, so I hope you all enjoyed that and did your homework prior to reading this because that's more important!

How are y'all? Where my regulars at? Wassu~~p! I missed you guys. Can't wait to read all of your reviews on this chapter, especially since I held back on this for 9 chapters and like, what, two forkin years? lol I figured that it was about time I gave the people what they wanted XD

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