L: *Face so red tomatoes might just be orange*
Ren~ Hello, I'm L's counterpart Ren, or a split personality. Nice to meet y'all!
L: *mummbles something inncoherent*
Ren~ What's that, honey? Something about how this was really mentally stressful on her and so she used the fearless romantic- Ren!
L: *nods solomely staring into oblivion*
Ren~ Oki-Doki then! So, this chappy is all about the super fluffy lemon meringue pie I whipped up, only those mature enough to digest this can read it with my permission! So please, read at your disgrettion and don't say I didn't fuckin warn you~
L: *thumbs up while shuddering*
Ren~ She's more a humour writer... anyways we love and appriciate all yall liking our story! Hope we don't disappoint!
L: *coughs and clears throat* I... We... Whatever, this author doesn't own Soul Eater.
Ren~ If we did... there would be a clear rating M on the label and it would be just as fuckin hilarious!
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Soul has me pinned to the door of our apartment, pressing up against me hard enough for me to feel the growing bulge in his pants. The moron hasn't even opened to door yet and he's prepared to fuck me in the hallway... Why is that turning me on? It might be the harsh but warm lips completely dominating my mouth... Or maybe the dominating way his hot tongue is sweeping across my teeth... How his sharp teeth nip incessantly on my lips and tongue and sending tingles of pleasure from my lips down my spine. I can't even think straight, much less pull away... not that I'd even want to.
One of his hands is behind my head, fingers curled in my messy hair and protecting me from banging my head against the door, while the other is trying (and failing) to fit the key into the lock. I use one hand to leverage myself around his neck, while the other guides his shaky hand to the slot. With my help, he opens the door. He growls animalistically, tossing the key into the room and moving both hands to my ass so I have to wrap my legs around his waist to keep from falling onto the floor. He presses his lips harder onto mine, kicking the door shut and somehow still staying balanced. I quickly release my legs from their death grip around him and his hands begin to wander lower.
I'm not exactly the submissive type, in case you couldn't tell. I push Soul back against the inside of the door and cage the slightly taller albino in my arms. I crash my lips against his in a hot and passionate kiss where I completely control his mouth. I swirl my tongue fearlessly over his teeth and nip at his lips until he groans and I eat it up. It should be known that I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with this hot tongue of mine. I grin mentally as I slyly lock the door with one hand. Those strong hands make their way down my sides, resting on my hips to massage circles with his rough fingers and then find their goal at the hem of my dress as he begins to make his way back up, underneath the fabric.
I pull away suddenly, still in control, and he lets out a predatory hiss. I can't help but smirk at him, my masterpiece. His silky white hair is a mess thanks to my fingers, and my hands have managed to completely dishevel his tux. I grab him seductively by his crimson tie and pull him in the direction of my bedroom. Soul won't have any of that, because he scoops me up bridal style and whisks me towards his room. I let out a small startled squeak as he did that, and he chuckles at me. "You're always so adorable." He says with a grin plastered on his face as his scarlet eyes bore into mine. I blush madly but manage to scoff at him.
"Really? Adorable? How about sexy?" I purr as sexily as I can manage into his ear, only to receive another small chuckle. He sets me down on his bed softly like I'm a princess. The glimmer in his eye tells me he's laughing on the inside. I resist the urge to pout as I grab his tie again and pull him down into another kiss. I can't get enough of how our lips meld together, and how undeniably hot I feel wherever his hands are as they make their way back down to the end of my dress.
"Maka," He whispers huskily into my ear. "You do look so sexy in this dress. I just couldn't stand to see those other guy's hands on you." His rough fingers slide up under my dress, sending hot shivers up and down my spine and the heat ends up pooling in my stomach. "But I'm the only one who can touch you here," he grips my thighs, trailing up. "and here," his hands get closer to my black panties and I can't help but moan. "and here." The possessive growl in his voice mixed with the forceful touch directly on my wet heat makes me mewl in a way I deny being possible. He grins and his scarlet eyes lock onto my half-lidded emerald ones. "And I'm the only one who can make you so wet." He purrs.
I am not about to take this. He has me caged in with one arm and his knees, so I flip him over and straddle him with my superior strength. I press one hand to his chest and the other trails its up way from his waist to his tie. "Well, Soul." I purr seductively. "You should have thought about how damn sexy I am before prom. And maybe I just wanted to know how bad you love me when you attacked my mouth in the hallway." I hiss, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt with my quick fingers. "Because I wanna be the only one to be in here." As I finally rid him of his jacket and shirt I press my hand directly on his bare chest right where his heart is. "and then maybe I'll be the one to touch you here." I grind my hips against the ever-hardening bulge in his pants, making him groan deliciously. I barely bite back a mewl at the sweet friction that made for me too.
He clenches his jaw and flips me back under him in a smooth movement. "So you want me to show you how much I love you?" He asks dangerously low with his face millimeters from mine. I can't suppress the shiver that runs through my body and pools with the rest of the heat when he says that. I nod without hesitation. He smirks and pulls my dress off as fast as he can manage with minimal help from me. I lay beneath him in only the damned lacy black underwear that does nothing to hide anything, silently thanking Liz when Soul's hungry gaze runs up and down my body. He licks his lips and leans down to work on my bra. His fingers miss the clasp over and over until a steady growl churns in his throat. I giggle at him as I try to imagine what he's thinking right now. "Cool guys like me have undone plenty of bras before!" and that makes me giggle even more. But when I try to lean forward and help him, he growls pointedly at me. I roll my eyes at him but let him keep trying. Finally his frustration gets the better of him and a thin black and red blade cuts the lacy fabric right between my breasts easily. The blade just as suddenly disappears and he throws the bra to the floor with frustration, until his eyes lock onto my chest.
This stupid boy does the damnedest things! He goes through all that trouble to rip off my admittedly annoying bra, and now he's just straddling me and staring at my not-flat chest. I feel my nipples get hard from the cold air and I figure... Embarrassment be damned! Just this once... I take his warm hands and put them onto my breasts. His face and my face are probably the same shade of red right now, redder than a rose. When he finally begins to massage my sensitive breasts I let out a whimper from the strange feeling of pleasure. Seeing my reaction, Soul gets more confident about groping them. I mewl and moan as he squeezes and toys with the soft orbs. Shocks of heat pulse through me and collect in my stomach. I shriek and writhe as he pinches my nipples and nips at my pulse at the same time. I moan and mewl repeatedly as he trails those sinfully good teeth down my neck to my chest until his mouth latches onto one of my hard pink nipples and sucks. I let out the highest mewls known to mankind as he bites and sucks and swirls his burning white hot tongue around my nipple. He finishes by planting a searing open-mouthed kiss to my breast before moving on to the other. I swear I might burn up from all this smoldering pleasure if this keeps up.
My face is flushed and hot, I pant as his hand gropes my other boob. His other hand slides down my bare stomach, leaving searing hot trails of pleasure, and hooks two fingers onto my lace panties. He clenches his teeth around my nipple hard, and my back arches. He uses this and slips my panties off without any trouble. Then he pins my arms above my head with a sly grin on his face. I give him a half-lidded lusty glare straight into his dark and loving red eyes.
I'm not going to be the girl that just lays back and takes it, I've read all the romance books, those girls are punks. I compose myself enough to use my superior strength and flip him so he's underneath me. I work his open shirt and jacket off like it'll save my life. When my pale fingers trace their way down his chest to his pants he groans, giving me his own lusty glare. I smirk at him as I drag his pants down, taking his boxers with them. As I take them off painstakingly slowly, I work my mouth on his neck, making him groan, then trace an invisible path of open-mouthed kisses to his scar. I run my tongue over the pale pink line in an absolute apology. When I finally get his pants low enough he kicks them off and flips me back under him.
"Maka." He looks into my eyes seriously. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Oh sure, he's being such a gentleman now! When I've made it as clear as possible I want to fuck him? Men...
"I swear to god Soul if you stop now, I will do unspeakably horrible things to you." I stare into his scarlet eyes with as much threat as I can manage.
He grins down at me jagged-toothed and cocky as ever, but his eyes show concern. "This will hurt, you know." He urges. "I don't know if I'll be able to stop." I resist the urge to kick him, explain that I've read about it plenty, and ruin the mood even more. Instead I blush bright red and kiss him deeply.
He takes it as a yes and presses his hard member inside me slowly. I bite my lip at the slight burning pain and listen to his breath hitch. "Fuck!" He mutters barely inching in further. "M-Maka, relax." He soothes, planting a chaste kiss on my cheek.
I realize I had been tensing up, expecting some torturous pain, but it had faded quickly. I try relaxing with the strange feeling of Soul inside me. He presses in to the hilt and looks at me with lusty red eyes, asking for permission. I nod slightly and he kisses me on the mouth, pulling out to the tip and then thrusting back in. We moan simultaneously and the kiss deepens, and he repeats, thrusting in harder. I gasp and break the kiss to let out a deep throaty moan and Soul grins down at me. I wrap my legs around his waist so that the next time he thrusts I buck my hips towards him, the friction is too good and I lock my lips to Soul's.
We move against each other together until he hits a spot inside me that literally bleaches the color out of my vision. "Fuck!" I yelp, twineing my fingers into his white hair "Do that again!" I demand, thrusts my hips up at him to hit that spot again, he groans, but complies. He hits it again and again. I'm reduced to cries of "More!" "Faster!" "Harder!" until I feel all of the heat and pleasure pooled in the pit of my stomach ready to explode. "Soul!"
I feel all of my muscles tightening simultaneously as something completely foreign takes over my body and I shake in the knees and clutch onto Soul like he's my only lifeline. I hear him groan and he moans into my ear. "Maka!" I feel my muscles milk his orgasm out of him, and the warm feeling inside of me is comforting but different.
Soul collapses onto the bed beside me and sweetly kisses me on the cheek. "I really love you Maka..." He whispers into my ear as he puts my head on his chest.
I smile softly, already drifting to sleep as I mummble back "I love you too, stupid." So my thoughts fade into a dream; and the not-so-perfect prom ends with the perfect night.
L- We suck at lemons.
Ren- Seconded...
L- I know a good lemon, this is not it.
Ren- Seconded...
L- Everyone will hate this piece of crap we wrote.
Ren- Seconded...
L- You will give me the next story.
Ren- Denied, I want to write Hungergames SoulEater or Circus Souleater.
L- I want to write a Black Butler fic... or a special Soul Eater fic.
Ren- Mine are better, I will create a new personality to agree with me.
L- Fuck no... Anyways! Thanks for reading, this is the end of the line!
Ren- Unless, you contradict the almight Ren and her lowly slave L in believing our lemon is okay, then we could write another two chapters.
L- Nope, this is the end! Thanks for reading! Comment if you want to give us a story to write or something!
Ren- No, seriously, we could do a TsuStar or KidLiz Lemon, or both.
L- No, this was it. I am the higher personality! I DEMAND YOU OBEY ME!
Ren- Denied, let the general public decide... you maybe choose to give us a fic and a new lemon, whatever the public decides.
L- Whatever... They'll hate it... so yeah, if you think our actual non-lemon writing doesn't suck, please do give us a prompt, throw us a bone, follow us as authors, cause we write good stories... ya know, the basics.
Ren- Thank yall, and goodnight to those of us in the US.