A/N: This is a collection of smutty fics that I wrote for SoMa NSFW week over on tumblr. They all take place in no set AU unless stated otherwise, and are all pure PWP. If that is not your thing, please ignore this. If that is your thing, please enjoy this and remember that reviews are always welcomed -u-

Sad Dick Pic

Maka slipped into the new lingerie set she had bought earlier that day along with her thigh-high black socks. She tied the pink bows on either side of her panties and allowed them to drape over her thighs, the tips barely touching her socks.

Checking herself out in the mirror, she turned around and examined her outfit. The little heart-shaped opening on the back gave a nice view of her rear, and the cheekiness of the bottom of the panties showed off the curve and muscle of her ass. In all honesty, she looked hot. Any person in the world would love to get their hands on her – Maka was getting turned on just staring at herself. She wiggled her butt, grabbed it with one hand, and marveled at how tone it was. Maka now understood why Soul loved touching it when they were having sex or just relaxing in bed.

She had a very nice ass.

Her hands roamed the rest of her body, feeling the muscles on her stomach and the subtle curves that lined her body. She noticed little things about herself – beautiful things – that she had never seen before. Maka wasn't the flat-chested girl she had known from her younger years; through time her body had grown into that of a nice looking young woman. For the first time, she saw herself in the same light Soul did, and it turned her on a little bit. Cupping her hands over her breasts, she took a deep breath in and sighed pleasantly.

If she was enjoying this new outfit and confidence so much, her boyfriend was definitely going to love it.

Grabbing her phone off the counter, Maka positioned her body in the way she had seen on the internet. She made sure to accentuate her greatest assets by sticking her ass out when needed and her squishing her boobs together to make them look bigger than they actually were. For the last few photos, Maka made the bold decision to remove her bra and show Soul what he was missing by being miles and miles away from her. She even threw in a couple risque photos of her grabbing her tits and playing with her nipples, things she knew were sure to drive Soul mad.

After finishing her impromptu photoshoot, Maka put on her silky robe that barely covered anything and flopped down on her bed. She scrolled through the photos, deleted the ones that she didn't like, and sent the rest to her boyfriend. A few minutes passed by before her phone rang. The screen lit up with Soul's name and a picture of the two of them when they toured New York City a few months ago.

"Hey," she purred. "Did you get my text?"

"You are the fucking worst, you know that?" he growled.

She giggled. "I had to show you what you're missing."

"By sending me those kinda pics?"

"Mhm." Maka glanced over at her laptop and pouted. "Are you on skype?"

"No. I'm not really at a computer right now," he said. There was a small pause in which she imagined him licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. A habit that he had always done when he was even the slightest bit turned on, and her pictures had to have left an effect on him. "But we can do this over the phone. If you want."

"That's so awkward, though. I hate getting you off like that. What am I supposed to say or do? That I'm touching myself and thinking of you? Just get on skype so I can show you instead."

There was a small sigh on the other end. "Tell me what you're wearing. Start there."

Maka glanced down at her outfit and smiled. "I'm wearing that robe I bought a while back with the flowers all over it. You know, the one that's so sheer you can see my nipples through it."

"Mmm, the one that also barely covers your ass and shows off your long legs? You mean that one?"

"Yep."

"That's my favorite," he said thoughtfully. "What's underneath?"

"Nothing except for my nice breasts and tight pussy." She flinched at her own dirty talk – the bluntness being too blunt for her – but smiled when Soul coughed on the other end.

"You're, uh, really not holding back, are you?"

"Honestly that was kinda hard for me to say, and I'd really rather never have to say it again after this phone call."

Soul laughed. "Way to ruin the mood, Maka. You couldn't at least pretend you liked saying that?"

"You know I didn't without me having to tell you."

"I did, but it still ruined the mood."

"What if I told you I was touching myself?"

"Describe it," he breathed out.

Maka's hand trailed down the silky robe before slipping in and passed her panties. She toyed with the small hairs that lined her pussy, teasing herself like Soul had done many times before, and outlined the seam of her lips. Moisture had already started to accumulate there. The stickiness coated her fingertips as she ran them along herself, moaning and sighing into the phone. Soul responded with a throaty moan of his own, and a small whisper of her name.

"I'm so wet and hot," she moaned. Her voice was low and haughty, the same one she used when they were in bed together and touching each other. The one she knew he couldn't resist. "I really, really miss you Soul. I wish it was you touching me. I wanna feel your hands play me like a song while your mouth kisses me all over. I want you so bad."

"Maka," he whispered. "Mmm, fuck. I miss you too. You and your tight ass and nice body and perky as fuck tits. God what would I do to see you right now."

"What would you do?"

"You really wanna know."

"Yes, please," she moaned.

"I'd kiss you all over and mark you as my own with my teeth. Draw out your orgasm while going slow until you're a sobbing mess on the bed. Play with your clit while my dick slides in and out of you. I'd make love to you and fuck you so hard you're crying my name and trying to find something to hold on to. I just really fucking need you right now. Three weeks is far too long," he growled out.

Goosebumps pricked her arms while her fingers teased her opening, and she gulped down the lump that had formed in her throat. She wasn't a big fan of such harsh, blunt words when they were talking about sex, but fuck her, had it been too long since they last saw each other. Since the last time they really got down and dirty and made love to each other on her bed. Maka had been wanting Soul so badly for the last few days, her entire body aching for his touch again, that his words left a promise she was gonna make sure he kept. When he came back home, they weren't going to leave her bedroom until she was satisfied and completely spent.

"You really know how to seduce a girl."

"I know how to seduce you. There's a difference."

"And you do it so–" Maka was cut off by loud, off tune singing from his end that sounded like it was in another language. "Who's that?"

"Uh, it's Black Star. He went out and must have gotten a little drunk. Hold on," he said a little panicky. There was a short moment of silence on the other end before she heard her boyfriend return. "Sorry bout that."

"It's okay. Did you take care of it, though?"

"Yep. Told him to shut the fuck up and put him in bed. No more interruptions."

"Good." She paused to lick her lips. "Are you getting off by this?"

"You have no idea," he chuckled. "I have the mother of all boners right now."

"Show me."

"Uhh."

Maka pouted. "I sent you pictures of me! The least you can do is return the favor!"

"Give me a few minutes and I will."

"Sooouulll," she whined, "show me your boner."

"Just give me a few minutes."

"If you don't show me right now, I will end this call and refuse to talk to you for a week."

He groaned. "Why do you have to be so insistent? Hold on."

She wiggled giddily on her bed as she heard Soul groan and the movement of fabric on the other end. A curse sounded through the phone as he struggled with something, but it was quickly followed by a happy sigh. In a few seconds, he returned.

"Sent it."

Her phone vibrated against her ear, and Maka moved to look at the picture. She frowned upon seeing it.

"What is that?" she asked. "You can't see anything! It's too dark! Where are you? It looks like a little pink rat or something!" He had sent her what looked to be his dick peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. It was disappointing and not at all sexy, to say the least.

"It's my dick," Soul mumbled.

"I showed you my damn tits, Soul! I didn't tease you with a little sneak peek! Do you even know how to do this?"

"What do you want from me? A guy can only work with so much! There's no fucking way I can make my dick look hot in a pic! It looks more like a sad noodle even when it is erect. I'm not like you."

"You could work your angles or something! We've had sex enough times for you to figure out what I like about your body. Throw in your happy trail in the background or your abs or something! Don't just send me a pic of the tip of your dick peeking out from your boxers! There's nothing sexy about that, Soul!"

"What are you? The fucking sexting police or something?" His voice resounded against walls like he was walking up stairs, but Maka ignored it. She guess he had gone to the bathroom for better lighting. "I'm working with what I fucking got. I don't have nice tits and ass to turn my partner on with like someone I know!"

"You could at least try!"

Soul groaned, and she practically heard his hand run through his hair out of frustration. "Are we really gonna argue about this? I thought you were horny."

"I am, but I can also complain about a bad dick pic."

"You're hopeless sometimes," he laughed.

His voice grew quieter, barely above a whisper, and she found the gruffness of it so incredibly hot. It was the same tone he used when they were in the bedroom. The baritone sent a chill down her spine. Licking her lips, she ignored the sad dick pic, and instead remembered what he looked like when he was fully erect. White precum spewing from the tip and dripping down his length, the feel of his hot member in her grasp as she slowly pumped him. Her thighs caressed against each other, and she felt the moisture between them. The imagery was far better than any picture could do.

"Make up your mind of what you want, Maka. Do you wanna argue about a sad dick, or talk about my dick fucking you?"

"Mmm," she moaned, "I wanna talk about you fucking me." She flinched again at the blunt words, but Soul's relaxed, happy sigh washed away her worries. If her vulgar language helped him get off, that was all she needed.

"Good."

Her eyes flew open at the sound of someone knocking on her front door. Maka pushed herself up off the bed and glared in the direction of the interruption

"Who the hell is coming over at midnight?"

"Huh?"

"Someone just knocked on my door. Don't they know I'm busy?" she grumbled.

"Answer it. I'll still be here when you come back."

"Soul I'm wearing my robe that barely covers anything!"

"Even better." She sensed his smug grin on the other end, and huffed. "If it's a murderer, at least they'll be too distracted at how hot you are to kill you."

"That's not a good reason to answer the door in the middle of the night!"

"Just go. You can look through the peephole to see who it is. Might be important or something if they're coming so late."

Maka sighed. She slid off her bed and walked down the hall toward the door of her apartment. "Why do you even want me to answer the door? Shouldn't you be telling me to lay low and avoiding whoever it is?"

"It's rude to leave someone hanging at your door like that."

"You are so–" Maka's eyes widened, and her heart leapt in her chest as she saw who was at her front door. She whispered, "Bastard," into the phone before hanging up. Soul grinned on the other side of the door.

She didn't waste any time in opening it. Nor did she wait to drag her boyfriend inside, closed the door behind him, and pulled him in for a hard, hungry kiss. His duffel bag fell onto the floor with a loud thump; his hands floated down her back, over the curve of her ass, and cupped it in his grasp. They were warm and nice as she moaned against him, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress her own before receding back. Her own hands threaded through his hair, tugged on the white locks, and she drew out a moan from him. It felt wonderfully fantastic to have him back with her once again.

"I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow," she whispered, their mouths barely touching as they came up for air.

"Got an early flight," he shrugged. "Couldn't wait to see you."

Maka kissed him, her lips sucking on his bottom lip as she did, and he hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. "So that whole time we were talking, you were on your way home?"

"Hehe, yea. Didn't wanna spoil the surprise."

"Mm, good. Because this is all I need right now."

She rubbed her soaking panties against the bulge in his pants. Her clit pressed against it, and she moaned at the sensation that rocked through her body. All her nerves felt like they screaming for him, her core clenched with want, and the anticipation and promises from their phone call bubbled up within her. Soul placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth before pressing white hot ones down to her jaw and along her neck. Maka moaned and wiggled against him, trying to tell him what she wanted with her body, and when that didn't work, she nibbled on his earlobe and whispered in his ear.

"Take me to the bedroom and fuck me already."

Heat crawled up her skin at her words and from his teeth lightly sinking into her neck. Another cry escaped from her. Soul growled and thrust his hips harshly against her own.

"Gladly," he growled.

Soul walked them to her bedroom, tossed her on top of the bed, and crawled on toward her with a predatory glint in his crimson eyes. She wet her lips as another wave of want washed over her body. His mouth kissed and sucked on her neck; his tongue circled around the spots that he marked while his hands untied the sheer robe. Maka moaned and arched her back when they brushed against her perky breasts as he pulled back the material. They were welcoming as he grasped and squeezed her small tits, molding and planing them as Maka bucked beneath him.

Her toes curled against the sheets, her thighs clamped against his waist, and her desire to be fucked was far too strong. Every part of her yearned and ached for the man above her; she wanted to feel his throbbing cock as it slid in and out of her. Wanted to cry out his name until her voice grew hoarse; she needed him like a human needed water to live.

The attention he was giving her body was too much, her senses working on overdrive as she felt him all over her. If he didn't fuck her soon, she feared she was gonna combust or die. Maka needed something – anything – to quench her thirst and need for the man.

Sliding her hands between their bodies, Maka searched for the hem of his pants. Once she found it, she undid his belt, unzipped them, and tried to pull them off him but to no avail. Giving up after a while, she slipped her hand beneath his boxers to firmly wrap her hand around his hot length. He was warm and nice, and Maka sighed as she slowly began to pump him, her hand drawing up to his dick and then back down as her thumb caressed the vein on the underside.

Soul's mouth left her skin and he hunched over and flinched a little, his hips bucking into her hand. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.

"Do you not want me to do that?" she pouted, a little disheartened that her action was halted.

"No, I do – I'd fucking love that – but fuck, Maka."

Lustful red eyes turned to her, and she felt pinned down by the intensity behind them. The want and need was clear as day as he stared at her. A need that reflected her own shone behind his irises, and Maka bit her lip. God he was so hot. Had he always been that hot in bed? She wasn't sure she had ever seen him look so hungry to fuck her before. Soul's need radiated off him, and Maka knew she was about to have the best sex in her life.

"It's been three weeks. You really think I'll last long if you touch me like that?"

The mere thought of him cumming because of her drove her wild. To see him orgasm because of her was definitely a sight to behold.

"Do you think I'll last long once you do touch me down there?" she asked while tugging on his shirt. "Please."

Soul dipped down to capture her lips once again, sucking and biting on her bottom while rolling his teeth across the pink flesh. "You're so impatient," he chuckled, voice low and throaty.

"Three weeks, Soul," she whispered, "is a very long time to go without you."

He didn't respond save for a small grin. Pushing himself away from her, he sat up and removed his clothing. Maka did the same thing; she rid herself of the robe and wiggled out of her soaked panties, tossing both to the side of the bed before laying back down with her legs spread apart. Soul laid his body flat on her, kissed her hard on the mouth, and slid the tip of his dick along her fold. She moaned at the feel, wrapping her arms around his neck, and hungrily kissed him back. He slowly slipped his cock inside her.

Maka's walls gladly took in his whole length, expanding to accommodate him, and she gasped contentedly at the sensation of having him within her again. He braced his forearms on the bed and underneath her head, and began pounding into her. His movements were rough and hard, hitting Maka in all her sensitive parts while never breaking eye contact. Her arms didn't know where to go as they wound around his back. She dug her nails into his skin and squeezed her eyes shut while shuddering and moaning her pleasure.

Soul was usually a sensual lover; his touches feather light and loving as he caressed and made love to her body. It was rare that he really fucked her in the way that she liked. His hot cock pounding in and out of her while she held onto to dear life. He only did it when he was desperate to please her and fill her with the desire that she craved the most because while he was sensual, Maka was a rough lover, and this was no exception.

She loved the feel of her bed rocking against the wall, the soreness of her thighs as Soul rubbed against them, and the pain in her lower abdomen as she lifted her hips to meet his thrusts. It drove her wild and pushed her closer to the edge. Maka's moans grew hoarder and hoarder in Soul's ear, more high pitched and girly as their love making continued. Her nails dug deeper into his skin as their heated skin slapped against each other, and her heart pounded in her chest and fluttered with adoration when Soul loudly sucked on the spot beneath her ear. He whispered promises against her skin, bit into flesh, and cradled her head in his hands.

Her orgasm drew closer and closer, and Maka felt herself starting to peek. She arched her back against Soul's chest, her sensitive nipples rubbing against him. Only one thrust away from reaching the release she had craved days, weeks. When she thought she was about to orgasm, however, his movements slowed. He gently kissed the corner of her mouth, and Maka opened her eyes half way to see the smug grin on his face as he leaned up off the bed and sat back on her legs. She pouted when he gripped her waist to pull her closer to him.

"What are you doing?"

"If I remember correctly, I told you I was gonna fuck you before making love to you and drawing out your orgasm." Soul hovered back over her, and balanced on one hand while the other caressed the tip of his dick along the seam of her pussy. "That's a promise I intend to keep."

Maka opened her mouth to ask what he meant, but her words evaporated into a soft moan as his cock slid inside her once again and his thumb circled around her clit. Her hands flung out to grasp his arms or his chest her thighs – anything to have a stable ground as her orgasm slowly cascaded through her body to match his movements. Shudders flowed through her as her core clenched and unclenched around his dick. Meals of pleasure broke through her as her own satisfaction was meant with each short, hard thrust.

Half-lidded eyes stared up at Soul who was looking at her like she was gold; the hungry glint in his eyes being satiated as she squirmed beneath him. If she was in her right state of mind, she would have scolded him for being so selfish, but she wasn't and his actions weren't selfish. Love filled her chest, a warm, prickling sensation traveling across her body with each wave of her orgasm.

Gripping Soul's wrists, Maka rode out the last of her orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, pressed her head harshly against the pillow, and cried out his name completely voiceless and spent. She blurrily saw him hit his own orgasm as he fell on top of her and thrust his hips against hers. Sharp teeth bit down into his bottom lip before a grunt and a curse escaped from him. Her name resounded against her ears like a song that was familiar but long forgotten, and warmth spread throughout her chest as he came inside her.

When she came down from her own high, she smiled at him. His forehead was against her collarbone, his hot breath hitting her scalding skin, and sweat dripped down onto her. She couldn't find it in herself to care, though, as happiness welled up in her chest.

After three long weeks of being alone with only her hand and vibrator, it felt fantastic to be pleasured by the man she loved and adored.

Soul sighed and laid on the bed beside her, his chest heaving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. Maka laughed.

"Do you feel better now?" she asked.

"Fuck yea," he breathily said. "God I needed that so bad."

"Felt good?"

"Felt fucking fantastic!"

Making sure not to touch his gross and sweaty self, Maka turned onto her side and kissed his cheek. Salt coated her tongue as she licked her lips, her face scrunched up in distaste, but the reason behind it left her feeling content.

"Welcome home."