Soulmate Mark - Maya Mason / Innocent Reader | More Maya Fics Here
Warning ⚠️: Short Fic to get out of funk | Soulmate Au | Vulgar Langauge and Subject Matter | edited+wrote on phone - bad edit / fluff / possessive Maya / Tramp Stamp jokes / ps:lower back tattoos can be good/fun no shade just jokes/ Maya Controlling /drunk studio// innocent fem reader kink / 18+
“Oh my god, why? Where is yours, on your tit? ” Sal laughs and you bristle.
No.
It wasn’t.
Yours was…what did they call it?
A Panama License Plate. A Beer Coaster. Ass Antlers, Ho Tag, Slag Tag, a Bitch Tat, Tart Art, Jizz Target, the Mark of The Beast.
But it’s known best as-
“No Sal, my soulmate mark is a tramp stamp.” You state confidently, enough tequila in you that you didn’t care.
Maya's eyes flicked up so fast her head almost spun around.
The first spot your soulmate touched, that’s where that handprint would ignite ablazed.
The issue?
You had been celebrating award season, hands all over you as you guys sprayed champagne and yelled.
You had no idea who it was.
But they’d been daring enough to touch your lower back right over the crack of your ass.
A month later and you could only pray it wasn’t Matt.
You’d never believed in soulmates, and you were very sure that you’d never meet yours.
And you were sure you wouldn’t meet your Mr right at work.
But recently…well your family had told you that soulmates were only straight… but your eyes had begun to wander.
You weren’t sure if gay was the word you’d used. But you were convinced without a doubt heterosexual wasn’t it either.
“Oh shit, that’s hot.” Sal answered and you got the heebie jeebies.
Yeah not straight.
“You're disgusting.” Quinn added and you felt better.
“Can we see it?” Matt asked and you wanted to fall into your seat.
“We just - none of us have ours.” Quinn said quickly like she wanted to smooth it over.
“Don’t.” Maya snaps so angrily that you actually flinch.
Everyone twists to look at her with her thousand dollar scotch cradled in her arms.
The tumblr in her other hand with perfectly killer sharp nails.
“Why do you care Manson. No one loves you.” Sal blabbered making the distinction that Maya was too cold blooded like Charles Manson* to be in love.
“Soulmate marks are meant to be seen by soulmates, and soulmates only.” Maya supplies and you don’t know why her stare warms you.
Your skin feels like tiny pins and needles, you swallow at nothing, your palms are sweaty.
This kept happening.
But every time you got close to her, you bolted like a little lamb.
Something about her stare felt so hungry, like she could see you through your clothes, down to your bones.
You’d been warned about Maya Mason.
To stay far far away from such a psycho.
But the head of Marketing had been extremely tight lipped around you.
Maya had only ever been on her best behavior in your presence.
You hadn’t seen the so called Maya Manson, or Maya Mayhem, or the Marketing Monster.
You’d imagined her like some sort of Miranda Priestly.
But Maya’s been….gentlemenly? That wasn’t the right word.
I mean even at the old school buffet she was shooing you from the fun. Always opening doors and speaking up for your space.
It was…something you hadn’t experienced before.
You broke away from her stare, but still felt the heat of her everywhere.
“Do you have one?” Matt asked Maya now. Though he appeared a smidge green.
“He’s asking if he gave her a soulmate brand.” Sal laughed and Matt reddened.
“Not on your life.” Maya answered and then sneered in disgust.
The table laughed but you couldn’t join in.
Your stomach in your throat.
“So where is it? Huh?” Sal questioned, arching an eyebrow atMason now.
Always with the emotional intelligence of a teaspoon.
“I didn’t see it!” Matt added and Maya snorted before downing the rest of her drink.
“You’ve all drunk too much,” Maya tells the group, taking a gold clip out with wads of 20s she puts a couple in the table to cover your drink and a tip for her own tab.
The heat of her shifts back to you, it’s sweltering.
“Come on, I’ll drive you back.” Maya orders more than asks. But there’s that streak of chivalry again. Always with the awareness, the confidence to guide you. The small actions for you.
“What you don’t trust us together?” Sal slobbered drunkenly and the rest of them chuckled. Like the high pitch wine of people who wouldn’t remember this conversation tomorrow.
That answers that question for Maya real quick.
She grabs at your chair, pulling it out with strength you hadn’t given her credit for.
Looping your jacket over her arm, she’s Maya is simply nit asking.
You sort of stumble to stand and her hand goes to grab your arm and she stops herself.
It’s a microslip-up, but you notice her hand all the same.
You catch yourself on the table making Matt giggle.
“You guys should go! You’ve met your soulmates! Leave the rest of us to rot!” He hiccups as his voice always tends to resemble the chest rattle of a punctured dog toy.
“I’m going to die single with only a half dead plant to mourn me.” Quin said into her glass. Always the bridesmaid and never the bride. The guys seemed to share the sentiment, it was all rather cosmo magazine of them.
“Don’t mind if we do.” Maya answers holding her arm out, guiding you with her body blocking but not actual contact.
“Losers!” Sal yells and Quinn throws her head back. No one was getting out unscathed from whatever they would end up doing for the rest of the evening.
You walk to the door and twist to see Maya. She appears older to you now. All those designer clothes and new age terms are gone.
Her wrinkles crinkle the corners of her. High end makeup faded.
The veins and sunspots in her hands now that she’s given up the bottle for the table.
“You didn’t need to do that. I can find my own way back-“ you try to sound polite, but your voice shook.
You want to be mad, but why does it make you feel differently?
“It’s no trouble.” Maya says without really addressing you. You walk across the hotel bar scene, then enter the endless casinos.
“You could go back, it’s Vegas it’ll be-“ you push, but Maya shakes her head lightly.
“It’s your first time in Vegas, you don’t know this town well. It’s not an issue.” Maya repeated, not listening to you. A step behind you, like a guard dog.
You looked over your shoulder to see her again, a step behind, watching for your needs, for trouble.
“I can-“ you try to interject again.
When you almost collide with a bartender. Who’s got empty martini glasses.
That’s when Maya's hand grabs the back of your belt and yanks you into her arms.
You let out an ‘oof’ but the sensation returns, hotter than before.
This sensation happened before, you know this.
Mayas’ hold on you is firm like tie down straps.
An exhausted man who appears like a penguin in this casino.
That’s when you feel it light you up like a skyscraper at night.
You look up in her arms and you see it.
Your handprint sears her skin right above her heart.
Right on the top of her tit.
That’s funny, and perhaps only fair.
Maya doesn’t have to gaze down at your handprint, she knows.
It’s like falling asleep while the people you love are in the other room, knowing you're completely safe and adored.
It’s fresh air on your face. Its a plunge into a pool. It’s the euphoria of a New Years kiss. Full of promise and light.
And it's all happening as Maya holds you tight.
Your jaw slacks and Maya surges forward to kiss you.
No longer able to wait until you figured out who gave you the mark.
Maya has shown incredible patience, but now your lips were hers.
Soulmates, what an understatement.
Every nerve ending spiked like dynamite.
Whatever was before was gone.
There was only the two of you now.
Everything you’d ever done had led to kissing Maya right here.
Nothing was a regret anymore.
As Mayas hand cupped the back of your head you knew that neither of you could ever do anything to break this.
Whatever unconditional love was before made sense as her lips moved against yours.
Two halves, now whole.
Maya broke the kiss and you let out a sad little noise.
“Shh, I know.” The older woman whispered against your lips. Her nose rubbed against your teasing.
It was tooth rotting sweet, and so unlike the Maya persona you’d known.
You two share little kisses, lips bruised but desperate for just one more peck. And then another, just one more.
The sound of the casino slowly enters your mind.
“We-“ You say as you open your eyes in shock.
Guess you did like PDA after all.
“My room.” Maya responds her fingers caressing the back of your neck, having fun squinting herself with the little baby hairs.
As if Mayas confident touching was her way of reacquainting with a love she’d always known.
“Please,” you whisper as you let hands shake, you don’t want her to go. But you're afraid to reach out and take all the same.
Maya understands on a level no one else ever could figure.
In the middle of the casino she took your hands and placed them on her own hips.
A lifetime of being afraid to ask for basic needs to be met, and Maya was giving you the whole buffet of intimacy like you’d always owned her heart.
“I have so much to teach you,” Maya giggled seeing your reaction. You blushed and then stood on your tippy toes a little more to whisper in her ear.
“I’ve never…” then you faulted.
Maya kissed your cheek and whispered back.
“It’s okay, I prefer it in fact. My soulmates’ all mine.” She added with a darker voice. Her arm pulling you impossibly closer against her heavy breasts.
“No- I mean yes never with a woman but also…” You don’t feel shy per say, I mean this was your soulmate. You knew on a deep level she wouldn’t laugh at you.
But something about saying it to Maya made your desire sky rocket.
And as you remembered you were in a very large venue it made you even more turned on.
People passing by didn’t care for two gay women holding each other, they simply went on gambling.
“Never cum?” Maya says kindly, patiently.
You shake your head and then bury your nose in her neck.
Maya makes a growling noise of appreciation and your knees falter.
It seemed you’d have more than just the soulmate mark before the morning came.
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