This is for @eisschirmchen! She had requested some smutty vamp thing a while ago, and I figured a good day for smut would be today. So, enjoy!
She had been sending him shots all night.
Soul was never really one for heavy drinking in the middle of the week. No, he reserved that for the entirety of his weekends, as he was a goddamn adult with a goddamn job. But there was something vaguely depressing about Valentine’s Day that affected him in ways he didn’t really want to talk about. That, mixed with how unsexy it was to hear Wes groaning in his room while his boyfriend went down on him had pushed the jazz pianist somewhere he never thought he would go.
Death City. The sleaziest goddamn club in Nevada, Vegas included. All the walls were painted black, and the bartenders were all dressed in neon pink, lit even brighter under the black lights. They looked like some kind of Pepto Bismol army crawling around, mixing neon drinks. Around him, equally depressed people were grinding against each other, shot after shot being tossed back around him.
Soul didn’t know why he was there to start. The drinks were too expensive and the people around him made him feel worse. But…If he had been stupid enough to show up at his bar, Liz would’ve had him up on stage playing love songs while her whiskey voice intoxicated the couples in the smoky atmosphere. That was where he was comfortable, but he didn’t want to work tonight, he wanted to drink tonight.
And someone was hell bent on helping him with that. She had been across the bar already when he had sat down, three shots glasses upside down in front of her. Another drink was half full, her finger tracing the rim. Every now and then, she met his eyes across the bar. They were a hell of a green, and they seemed to glow in the black lights around them. She hadn’t approached him yet, but she was sending shots over his way every now and then.
As if she could read his mind, another shot was set in front of him, a dark red this time. Soul wrapped his fingers around it, meeting her eyes. She shot him a smile, teeth sharp as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. They took their shots, the taste of apple across his tongue as he swallowed. That had been either his fifth or sixth, and his head was starting to swim a little. When he looked for her again, she was gone.
Figures. He sighed, putting his shot upside down as well. Soul was about ready to call it a night, when he felt a hand slide across his lower back. The girl was next to him now, one arm around him, the other used to prop her head up on the bar. “Hello.” She grinned at him, smile blood red and devious as she leaned into him.
“Hey. Thank you for the shots.”
“Looked like you needed one. Rough night?”
“I suppose, how about you?”
“I’m feeling pretty good.” She giggled, moving in closer. “would you maybe want to dance with me?”
Danger blared in his head over and over, his mind warning him of something, but he wasn’t sure what. “Yes.” He answered, grabbing her hand and letting her lead him out towards the dance floor.
The dance floor was a pit, the floor looked like it used to have lights, but it was old now, cracked in some places, stray pills surrounding them as they made their way through the crowd. The song was undecipherable, just the bass beating against the walls. She turned her body towards him, arms wrapping around her neck. Soul’s hands snaked her hands around her hips, holding her against him.
The song might have been horrible, but she found her rhythm in it, grinding her hips against his to the beat. He met her at every graze, one of his hands coming up from her hips to her neck, tilting her face up so he could look at her. Her tongue ran across her lips, and she locked eyes with him, still brighter than they had any right to be in this club. Something about her niggled at him, and he had to devote some effort into not popping a boner on the dance floor.
Without breaking the rhythm, she moved up to her toes, pressing her lips against him. He submitted completely to her kiss, deepening it as soon as she would let him. His tongue ran through her mouth, and she looped her fingers through his belt loops, grinding against him harder. His legs shook slightly, ignoring the way his lungs broke for air. She broke first, teeth catching his lip. “Wanna make a memory in a shitty club?”
Once the door to the broom closet had been closed, she had shoved him onto a box of cleaning supplies.
The girl straddled him, one thigh around each of his hips and her mouth claimed his. Soul groaned, fingers digging into her hips as he moved her against him. She whispered a moan into his lips, and he moved forward, running his tongue up her lip. She whimpered, grinding down against him harder. “Heh. I have a feeling you won’t disappoint me.”
“I rarely do.” He answered, popping off from where he had been sucking on her neck. Her fingers slipped under his shirt, trailing up her stomach. His moan was caught in his throat, and she kissed him again, her tongue mapping out his mouth. Her hand came to rest on his face, and she pulled away.
“It never hurts.” She whispered, smile on her face. He wasn’t sure what she was talking about, but it was difficult to think while she was grinding against his cock the way she was. Her lips pressed against his neck, morphing into open mouthed kisses as she traveled down his neck.
He could hear himself panting over the muffled music, impossibly hard as it was, then she bit him. He understood on some level that she bit him hard, but the pain never came, instead, he was afraid he might fucking come from that alone. It was amazing, and she knew it. His moan was pathetic, but she let go, raising up on her knees so she could unzip his jeans while she worked on what would undoubtedly be a massive hickey.
Soul slipped his pants off, cock freeing itself from his boxers. The girl finally broke free from his neck, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. “How do you feel?”
“Ah-amazing.” He groaned, her hand wrapping around his cock as she brought it to the right position. She lowered herself careful, until he could feel her cunt rubbing against his head. “W-wait. Name?” He stuttered, and she paused, funny look on her face.
“My name?” She asked, and he nodded, voice not exactly able to form words at the moment. She giggled again, lips shiny as she brought them to his ear. “Maka.”
She didn’t give him a chance to respond, sinking down on his cock as she bit him again. It took every trick Soul had ever learned not to come right away, but he was sure his fingers were digging into her hips a little hard. Maka hummed, licking as his pulse as she began to grind against him. He was a goner, he was absolutely fucked and he loved it.
His hips bucked up into her, desperate panting in her ear. “Fuck you’re wet.”
“I’m excited.” She answered, kissing him hard as she did so. Her grinding became bouncing, and her moans joined his. She ran her tongue across his lips and he trembled, pleasure cascading down his spine. There was a voice in the back of his head, desperately trying to speak to him but he couldn’t hear it over the way Maka rolled her hips against his, kissing him hard.
He could feel a coil in the pit of his stomach, and he snarled through clenched teeth. Maka gasped, pressing her palms flat against the wall behind her. “Yes, like that.”
His hands grabbed her hips again, slamming her down on him until she was gasping, words unable to form over her squeals. He was damned close. Hanging on any longer would be impossible and he was going to fucking scream. One of his hands knotted in her hair and he bit her neck, muffling his howl.
That had pushed Maka over the edge, spine snapping straight as she came, moving against him slow as she rode it out. He stood no chance, mind empty as he came after her, whole body trembling as he did so. He collapsed against her, grin on her face as he did so. “Thank you for that,” she gasped, pushing off him, shivering as she did so. “That is a hell of a memory.”
He couldn’t respond for a moment, slumping against the wall with a smile on his face. Maka righted herself, smoothing out her skirt. She kissed him against, soft and slow, before she turned to go. “that was nice, Soul. Thank you.”
“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He slurred, grin on his face. She paused again, funny look on her face.
“It’s Valentine’s Day?” She laughed, slipping out the door. Soul lay there a few more minutes, body floating as he came down. Fuck, that was a hell of a memory.
Speaking of, his logic finally broke the the haze, sounding very disappointed. When did you tell her your name was Soul?
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