Author's Notes: This is also cross-posted on my tumblr and in my collection of SoMa NSFW Week 2014 prompts. I meant to update this story a LONG time ago and completely forgot. Apologies!
Maka was kissing him gently, soft feathery smooches against his lips. He grinned. She kissed him more deeply and he leaned in to reciprocate. She smiled then swiped her tongue over his mouth. She did it again, and again, and—
Soul opened his eyes to see a very different guest in his bed.
"Oni! Gerroff, dammit!"
Soul sat up and scrubbed his face, hearing the thump of the dog's tail against the blankets. The mutt gave a happy bark, then raced away into the kitchen for breakfast.
Soul sighed. And it had been such a nice dream.
The day did not get better.
When he returned Oni to his awful owner later that morning, she had scowled at him and grabbed the leash from him.
"You're late," she snapped. "That will be coming out of your paycheck, I promise you."
Marie was not happy.
"Soul, I need you to keep Medusa on our side!" she trilled in his ear over the phone. "There are plenty of other dog-walking places she can take her business to, as she is so fond of reminding me, and I need you not to lose us her money!"
The coffee mishap didn't help.
"Oh, I thought you wanted skim milk," the girl behind the counter said. "Uhhh I can remake it but you'll have to get to the back of the line."
His mother's phone call wasn't much better.
"Soul, you haven't been home to see us in ages. Your father and I are growing concerned!" There was a grunt of agreement and Soul realized his father was on the line as well. "We were thinking, therefore, that we would come to see you for a long weekend. I'm sure that would allow us to meet this mysterious person you've been seeing…"
The washing machine had been against him from the start.
"Oh, c'mon," he groaned, opening the door to find that the spin cycle hadn't work; his clothes sat in a cold puddle of water.
And then there was that asshole.
"Fuck, man, tag your spoilers!" Soul cried, clicking the small red 'x' away from the Game of Thrones forum he frequented, but the damage had been done.
All in all, not his best day.
"Please tell me there are like, eight more of those hidden somewhere," Soul said, opening his apartment door to Maka, who stood in the hallway with a bottle of wine in her hands. She looked down at it.
Soul smiled wanly. "I'm kidding. Half kidding. Come on it, it was a rough day."
"I can see that," she said, stepping over the threshold.
"Great," Soul muttered.
"No, stop," she said, setting down the bottle and removing her coat. "I meant you looked exhausted."
Soul flung himself back down on his couch. "Yeah, well. Almost over, right?" He indicated the clock on his oven; it read 9:17.
He scrolled through the list of movies idly as Maka busied herself with pouring drinks. The light clinking of glasses and the hum of the TV was a familiar, soothing noise, and Soul felt himself sink further into the cushions.
Maka approached the sofa, full glass in hand, and Soul held out an arm. She sank into the crook of his shoulder and settled in, handing him his wine as Soul selected one of the movies they had on their list.
They sipped their drinks (well, Soul might have down his pretty quickly — it had been a long day) and cuddled, basking in the low glow of the TV. Soul zoned out, staring at the screen.
Maka set her wineglass down on the coffee table and leaned back into Soul, walking her fingers up and down his torso as she got comfortable again. She continued, seemingly absentmindedly, and Soul barely noticed until her fingers started to stray rather far south.
"Where are you going?" he asked with a grin.
"Hmm," she said, tapping her fingers against the waistband of his sweatpants, "I wonder."
"I thought you'd been looking forward to seeing this movie."
"I've been looking forward to doing this more," she breathed in his ear. Soul shuddered suddenly. "And seeing as how you've had a bad day, this seems like a perfect opportunity."
"You don't have to—"
"I want to. Besides, you can always return the favor." She kissed the shell of his ear.
"That sounds like a good deal," he murmured, and her fingers dipped below his waistband.
Her hand was a little cool to the touch, but she rubbed his thighs, dancing closer to her goal and warming her hands as she went. Soul felt his dick twitch as he grew more and more erect in anticipation of her hands. She played lightly with his snowy curls. Finally, she slid the pads of her fingers up his shaft to reach his head, curling her hand around him.
She pulled, and it was clear she knew what she was doing, so Soul leaned his head back against the sofa cushions and let out the breath he was holding. She shifted against him to get a better angle.
Maka stroked him languidly, clearing enjoying taking her time, and Soul was happy to let her, allowing himself to relish in the feel of her skin on his, her fingers gently massaging below the tip of his erection.
Soul found himself thrusting ever so slightly upwards into her hand, matching her movements, and Maka squeezed a bit tighter, pressed a bit harder. He opened his mouth to breathe heavier, letting out a "hah" as he did.
She curled a finger over the top of his pants. "Can we move these?" Soul wriggled while Maka paused in her movements, allowing him to slide his pants over his hips. It was a little awkward to sit there with his sweatpants around his lower thighs, but he forgot all about that as Maka gathered her hair with her free hand and leaned over.
She licked the sensitive vein on the underside of his dick, testing the waters. Soul jerked a little. Maka flattened her tongue and tried again. For a while, she experimented, discovering what trick earned her what gasp or moan; he knew she was paying close attention. But the loudest groan of all dropped from his lips as she finally closed hers around him.
Her mouth was hot, almost too hot, and Soul shifted again, suddenly overstimulated. She moved her tongue against him gently, and soon he was rocking into her movements again, and she began to suck him in earnest. Using her hand to pump him, her moved her mouth over him, back and forth. Soul twisted one of his hands into her hair; her eyelashes fluttered as she smiled around his dick.
Maka started to hum. Soul let out a noise of appreciation; words were beyond him now. Between the vibrations of her lips, the texture of her tongue, the movements of her hand, he felt his abdomen tighten.
"Mah— ahh," he moaned, and to his pleasure and chagrin, he came hard down his girlfriend's throat.
She stilled herself and swallowed, then pumped her hand slowly as his orgasm faded.
"Oh man," he slurred slightly. "I am so sorry. I should have warned you."
"I'm all right," she said, sitting up, fingers to her lips. She licked the inside of her cheek. "But I will get more wine."
Soul chuckled weakly. "Not a bad idea."
She stood and walked back towards the kitchenette. "Want some too?"
"I thought it was gonna be your turn?"
"It will be! But we can finish the movie first. You look a little tired," she said with a smirk, grabbing the bottle and stalking back over. She folded her legs and curled back into him. "Trust me, seeing you like that… well, I will need some attention too. But you look a little tired, so we can wait for you to get a second wind." She leaned over the coffee table, pouring the wine. As she settled back, offering him his glass, Soul kissed her.
"Guess it wasn't such a bad day after all."