Written for Day 3 of SoMa NSFW week on tumblr. Butler AU smut ^-^
Heat follows Maka's finger as it trails down his chest. He practically sees the excitement bursting within her as he silently pleads for her to stop.
She doesn't listen, though.
He didn't expect her to either.
Fucking, minx.
His head falls back against the pillow as a deep, throaty groan sounds from him; a response to the feel of her wet crotch sliding along the underside of his dick. She teasingly slides up, up, up until his tip is almost inside her before she goes back down. It's a dangerous game she's playing, and she knows it. He knows that she knows. He can see it in her eyes, in the way she moans, that evil glint in angelic green eyes that sets his heart aflame.
Lord, he would do anything to have her riding him.
To have his cock inside her pussy with her walls squeezing him.
Even if it's slow and languid; he needs some kind of friction that isn't her crotch rubbing against his dick.
The cuffs around his wrists dig into his skin as his hands extend, fingers flailing out wishing to touch her body but touching the wall instead. He feels the beginning of bruises littering the skin there from the cuffs, but he doesn't dare ask Maka to take them off. Maybe it's because he's a slight masochist. Maybe he enjoys being tortured like this, helpless and tied up while his girlfriend pleasures herself with his dick (which is the definition of masochism, he reminds himself). Or maybe it's because deep down he knows he deserves this.
He did steal her panties after a quickie in the closet which wouldn't have been an issue under normal circumstances. Except this wasn't normal circumstances. This had happened at acompany dinner party. A dinner party hosted by her dad. At his house.
Needless to say, it wasn't much of a surprise that she didn't find the humor in the butler parading around the house pulling the garment off as a handkerchief and part of his ensemble.
"Maaaaakkaaaaa," he half growls, half whines, completely moans.
Very uncool.
Maka curls the hairs of his happy trail around her finger, and his dick twitches from how dangerously close she is to touching it.
"Would you like me to stop?" she asks, a coy smile dancing on her lips.
"Please," he begs. "It's gone on long enough, don't you think?"
Honestly, he should've been an expert at telling Maka's tricks of the sexual trade and realized her plan before it happened.
But, ultimately, he is an idiot through and through.
She leans toward the nightstand where the key to the cuffs lay which set his heart to flutter with hope and his dick craving the feel of her pussy (that isn't just the exterior), but it quickly dies. Withers back into the bottomless pit that is his sexual gratification, never to be seen again.
Instead of the key, she opts to kiss his cheek. Which is fine, but he honestly prefers the key.
He stares longingly at the silver key, the color mocking and ridiculing him. She settles between his thighs, and he's only brought back to the situation when he feels Maka's fingers brush the tip of his dick.
Soul watches as she spreads his cum around, coating the length of his cock in it, and moans heavily when she presses the flat of her tongue on his vein. Her mouth is warm and hot and feels oh so damn good. His fingertips are craving the feel of her hair, wanting nothing more than to bury themselves in it while she gets him off. A fire spreads across his lower abdomen when her mouth covers his tip and her tongue expertly swirls around it. He fights against the urge to lift his hips when her hand works on his shaft or when her thumb caresses the underside of his cock.
A low hum vibrates on his shaft that definitely comes from her mouth, but the moan that fills the room comes from him. The feel of her mouth kissing him is welcoming and hot; tingles following her trail before bursting when she goes back to his tip. Everything feels right and wonderful and he forgives her for torturing him earlier (though, he'd do it again in a heartbeat because truth be told it is hot when his girlfriend rubs her pussy on him like that).
Fuck, she's good at this.
Maka's giggle tells him that he said it out loud, and his cheeks burn.
Either from embarrassment or desire or both, he's not entirely sure.
Throwing his head back against the pillow, another moan escapes from him and his fingers grab at air. His vision grows fuzzy and his brain is overcome with warm pleasure thanks to the work Maka's doing to him – an angel's work. It's a pure sexual torture that he enjoys far too much, but fuck him if he's gonna stop her.
"Ah, Maka!" he tries to warn. "Maka! I'm gonna–"
The release comes hot and heavy; the flick of her tongue across his head doing him in. Soul's groaning and moaning her name while she remains still with her mouth over his dick. His toes curl and his leg spasms in a very uncool, embarrassing way. But that doesn't matter because ecstasy has already taken control of his senses as relief washes over his body.
When his vision clears up, he releases a shaky sigh before glancing down at her apologetically only to see that the fingers that aren't wrapped around his dick are instead buried in her pussy. The way her fingers slide in and out of her, the way she pleasures herself, is too enticing and hot and delicious.
He makes a mental note that Maka gets off on giving him head.
A fact that probably turns him on more than it probably should.
She removes her mouth from his dick and he sees her swallow. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize what she swallowed, and he winces.
"I'm sorry, I tried to–"
"It's alright."
Her cheeks flush and she drops her gaze from his, the confident girl who had been rubbing herself on his dick and staring at him like a pro-vixen disappears. In her place is the shy and nervous girl who thinks too much and sometimes fails at being sexy when she tries.
Two girls he adores, but the latter is definitely his favorite.
"I-I kinda liked it," she sniffs.
Silence falls between them, him unsure of what to say to that (he's a little baffled, a little turned on), before she moves to get the key from the nightstand.
"Guess this means we're done for the night, huh? Since you, uh, already came and all." She unlocks the cuffs. "I know you get tired after you–"
Her sentence ends in a squeak when he grabs her hips and pins her against the bed, locking her wrists above her head in a fashion similar to his handcuffs. He harshly kisses her, biting and nibbling her bottom lip.
"Come on, Maka," he purrs, inches from her face. He gives her a sharp toothed grin as he say, "Don't sell me out that quick. Wouldn't be a good butler or boyfriend if I didn't take care of your needs before bed, would I?"
Maka flushes red, he laughs, she lifts her leg to kick him, but he's quick to spread her thighs and settle between them.
He's probably a little too eager to turn the tables on her, if he's being honest.
