Never Have I Ever…
By KarmaAliceFowl009
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Soul Eater or any of the characters. Only my messed up plot line.
A/N: Thank you for reading and the praise. This will be the last installment of Never Have I Ever. Enjoy the lemon you have all been waiting for!
Chapter 3: Hot Night, Confused Morning
She moaned quietly. She knew she loved Soul, but she was afraid to take this next step with him. What if it was a Matt incident all over again? No, Soul would never do that her. The alcohol was making it hard for her to think straight. She needed to go through all of the pros and cons of this, right?
"What do you say Maka?" he purred, kissing up and down her neck. He wanted this so bad, but he wasn't going to force her into anything that she wasn't ready for. He wasn't going to be like that asshole Matt. He could feel the confusion in her wavelength but he also felt the underlying passion within it as well. "I will only do this if you want to," he whispered, looking in her eyes. She looked back at him, trying to see if he was lying. When all she saw was the truth, she smiled. She just knew that this would be okay.
"I-I think I would be okay with that," she breathed. He smirked at her, glad to know that she trusted him so much. He leaned in, lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. His hands shifted upwards underneath her shirt, his caresses causing her body to heat up. She moaned slightly into the kiss. Both the alcohol and his loving touches were setting her body on fire and she didn't know how much longer she could take it. "Soul," she groaned, gasping for breath as his lips attached to her neck. "It's so hot in here."
"I can fix that," he smirked, nipping lightly. His hands slowly peeled her shirt off of her overheated skin, lifting it up and over her head to throw to the corner of the room. She gasped at the cold air hitting her skin, but she couldn't complain. It felt so much better for her. She was disgruntled, however, that she wasn't getting to feel Soul's bare chest against her own. She tugged roughly on the fabric, trying to hint to him what she wanted. He got the hint, chuckling as he ripped his shirt off. Her hands started tracing the contours of his chest, taking in the feeling of every ridge and ripple. He groaned brokenly, never imagining that her hands would feel so nice against his skin. His hands slowly worked their way up her body, resting on her cloth-covered breasts. He squeezed lightly, eliciting a purr of pleasure from her. He repeated his actions, loving the sounds that were coming out of her mouth. One hand snuck behind her back, attempting to undo the clasp of her bra. After stumbling for a few moments, he had it undone. He pulled the straps down, his lips trailing closely behind. The garment was soon discarded and he took his time to admire her beauty.
"Stop staring," she squirmed, her face red from the alcohol and a blush. She was about to cross her arms over her chest to prevent him from staring any longer when his hands softly palmed her breasts. She arched into his touch. She never expected it to feel this good. He groaned loudly. He always figured her skin was smooth and soft, but this feeling was nothing compared to his thoughts of his meister. Her skin felt like satin to him, and he wondered if it tasted as good as it looked. His alcohol-induced thoughts being driven by hormones made him lean down and take a long lick at her breast. She whimpered at the feeling. The whimpers drove him to take her nipple in his mouth, lightly biting at it. "Soul!" she gasped. He was driving her mad with these taunting licks, touches, and nibbles.
"Yes, my dear?" he questioned, detaching himself from her nipple with a slight pop. He looked at her, loving the way her small but perky breasts bounced with every pant of a breath she took. His fingers ghosted up and down her sides, causing her to shiver. "Do you want more?" he purred, licking her ear.
"Y-yes," she whispered. She could feel his grin on her ear as he chuckled heartily. His fingers hooked under the band of her shorts, torturously sliding them down her long, lean legs. He had fantasized for a long time about what those legs would feel like. The real thing didn't do his imagination any justice though. As soon as he slipped her legs out of the fabric, he tossed it to the corner of the room. His hands ran up and down the contours of her legs, taking in every inch of exposed skin. Why hadn't he made his move sooner? He would have been able to feel these supple legs more often if he had. He kissed his way up her leg, making sure to avoid the area she wanted kissed the most. He was going to have fun teasing and pleasing his Maka. He was going to make this a much more pleasurable experience for her. He just hoped that he would be good enough for her since he was a virgin. He hated overthinking things; he would just blame it on the alcohol.
"Please stop teasing me Soul," she whispered. She felt so exposed, yet at the same time it was exhilarating for her. Her inhibitions were gone, letting her respond to the pleasure instead of freak out from it. A slight panic hit her as her panties were removed, but that was soon overridden by breeze that cooled her feverish skin.
"So beautiful," he murmured, his head lowering to inhale the sent that was uniquely Maka. Shivers ran down her spine from the breath he exhaled. His tongue darted out, licking softly. Her back arched in pleasure. She was not expecting him to do that. Both of their eyes rolled back in pleasure- his from her taste, hers from the feeling of his tongue exploring her wet folds. He continued to lap at her, gaining speed. Her quiet moans became louder with every pass of his tongue. He was certainly living up to the name of 'Eater' as he suckled on her clit, making her cry out. All of these actions blinded her from the feeling of a probing finger slip itself into her. His mouth was focused on her clit as his fingers were sliding in and out of her at a brisk pace. He could tell she was getting close by the way her body was twitching as she moaned out his name louder and louder. Not to mention how she had buried her hands in his hair, pulling him closer to her aching core.
"Soul!" she whined as he gave her clit one last kiss and pulled his fingers out of her. As much as he wanted to make her come by eating her out, he couldn't wait much longer for release himself.
"Sorry babe. I just can't wait anymore," he whispered huskily in her ear as he quickly removed his shorts and boxers. "Next time I will make sure you come from my tongue because you taste so damn good," he purred, causing her to shiver yet again. He rubbed his tip against her folds before slowly sliding into her. The one good thing about her not being a virgin was that he didn't have to worry about hurting her. She gasped out. She was not used to the size of him. He stilled himself inside her to let her adjust to the size. It was painful for him not to move, but he would do anything for this woman.
"P-please move," she begged, gasping as he pulled back to roughly push into her. She gripped onto his shoulders tightly as he continued to move in and out of her, setting a rhythm that they both enjoyed.
"You're so damn tight," he managed to mutter out between pants and thrusts. Mewls of pleasure were the only response that he could get from her as he pounded into her. Her legs came to wrap around his hips, allowing him to go deeper into her. "Fuck Maka!" he growled, one hand massaging her breast as the other braced himself on her headboard. He leaned down, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss, his tongue entering her mouth to claim it as his. Her tongue fought with his, but she soon relented as her body was in sensory overload from the multiple stimulants. Her arms wrapped around his chest, nails digging into his back as he continued to thrust into her.
"Faster. Harder!" she squealed out in a broken voice as his lips trailed down her neck to kiss the breast that his hand was not occupying. He smirked against her taut nipple, complying as he picked up his pace and thrusted harder into her, causing seductive moans and squeaks of pleasure to escape her lips. He could feel her nails tearing into the flesh of his back. Being in the state he was in, he could care less as it spurred him on. The pitch of her voice reached new heights as he hit a certain spot in her that caused her to pull him closer. Grinning like a mad man, he repeated the action, loving the sounds that came out of her mouth as he hit the elusive g-spot. He bit down roughly on her nipple.
"I-I don't know how much longer I can last," she moaned as he started kissing his way up her neck again.
"I'm close too," he whispered before attaching his lips to her neck, sucking roughly to make her moan louder and to leave a mark on her, claiming her as his- as if she already wasn't. He could feel his release coming, and he knew it would be uncool for him to finish first. His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to yelp out. A few more hard thrusts, pinching of her clit, and rough sucking on her neck brought her over the edge.
"SOUL!" she screamed, her walls clenching around him, attempting to milk him dry. He thrusted one last time before groaning out her name, his seed shooting out of him to fill her up. They both panted and held onto one another as they came down from their high. Sweat coated their bodies, plastering their hair to their foreheads. He smirked, giving her one last languid kiss as he pulled out of her, rolling over on his back to catch his breath. He saw a lazy smile form on her face as her eyes drooped from the pleasure. He pulled her close, snuggling her body against his as he lifted the sheet over their nude forms. Too tired for words, he simply kissed her forehead before falling into a deep sleep, her soon following.
"So bright," Maka muttered, eyes squinting from the light that was shining in the room due to her open curtains. "Oh my head hurts," she groaned, attempting to get out of bed to go close those god-forsaken curtains. However, she found that she could not move out of bed. Something was pinning her down. She looked down, seeing a familiar scarred arm draped over her chest. Her naked chest. "Oh shit!" she yelled, instantly regretting it as a skull-splitting pain went through her. Soul stirred, cracking one eye open to look at her.
"Oi woman! What's with the yelling? Some people are trying to sleep here," he muttered, one of his blood red eyes peering at her. His brain was still to sleep-ridden to even assess the situation at hand.
"Soul! Wake up! This is no time for sleep!" she cried, trying to detangle herself from his heavy limbs. He grunted, moving to a sitting position. His movement inadvertently drug the sheet with him, causing her to yelp as her naked form was exposed to him. His eyes widened as he finally registered that he was in Maka's bed, naked, as she scrambled to get the sheet to cover herself.
"W-what am I doing in your bed naked?" he questioned panicking. He had always had fantasies about sleeping with her, but he never thought he would wake up with a hangover from hell naked in the girl of his dreams' bed.
"I don't know!" she cried, pulling the sheet closer to her. "I don't really remember much of last night. I remember the stupid game, our fight, you coming to apologize, and that's it." She couldn't believe that this had happened. She thought she had learned her lesson after Matt.
"I remember coming in to apologize then kissing you. I didn't think that we went any farther than that," he admitted, a blush forming on his face as he looked down at his lap. She was so going to kill him! She probably thought he took advantage of her. Her mind was trying to piece together all of the events of the night, but the pounding headache made it hard for her to do so. She groaned, putting her head in her hands. He hesitated. Should he try to comfort her and risk creating more awkwardness? Before he could even register what he was doing, his hand was on her back, rubbing it in soothing circles.
"Hey Maka, it's okay. I mean, things like this happen right? Alcohol can make people do crazy things." He sure hoped that he was cheering her up and not making the situation worse. "And even though I don't remember much, I do remember that it was very good. I'd do it again," he smiled, hoping to lighten the mood. The effect was opposite, however, as small sobs racked her body. Panicking, he pulled her close. "Shh Maka, it's okay. Don't cry. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, rocking her back and forth.
"I'm so sorry Soul," she whispered in broken sobs. He gave her a questioning look, waiting for her to continue. "I'm sorry that I screwed our partnership up. You probably never want to see my face again after this!" she sobbed, tears falling down. He was flabbergasted. Had she not heard a word he just said? Did she not remember what he told her last night?
"Maka, look at me," he said gently, pulling her chin up so his red eyes could meet with her emerald ones. "Like I said, I'm not going anywhere. And you didn't screw anything up. I was the one who made the first move, that much I remember. Besides, I meant what I said last night. I love you," he whispered, pulling her into a hug. "And I could never leave the one I love, even if we did have drunken sex," he murmured in her ear. A blush rose on her face. He actually loved her?
"You love me?" she squeaked, hating how uncertain her voice sounded.
"I wouldn't lie to you Maka," he smiled, pulling her closer. "Like I said, I have loved you for a long time."
"I-I love you too," she whispered, her voice wavering.
"I know," he murmured, kissing her softly. "Just sucks that is took us both getting drunk to admit it."
"Well, like you said, things like this happen," she said. "So what do we do now?" she asked.
"Well, I wanted to do this in a more romantic way, but that idea is shot out the window," he said, chuckling nervously. "Maka, would you go out with me?" he asked. He just prayed that she wouldn't reject him because of how awkward the situation was.
"I would like that," she smiled, giving him a short kiss as she squeezed him close to her. A yawn escaped her lips and he laughed.
"Let's get some more sleep," he said, leaning back and pulling her with him. She nuzzled close to him, her head on his chest. He smiled, loving having the girl of his dreams curled up on top of him after agreeing to be his girlfriend. "Sleep well Maka," he whispered, kissing her hair as his arms wound around her, securing her to him as sleep overtook him.
A/N; Ta da! Finally done! Hope you enjoyed! It's been a pleasure writing this for you all! Continue to read and review! If you have any ideas for future stories, feel free to message me. Getting ready to work on some new ones here soon.