Soul Bound (Soul Evans x Reader Lemon)

Soul Bound

Warning: This is a lemon. Meaning, it's basically erotica. Enjoy!

"Are you sure about this?" Maka's small voice was filled with uncertainty. You rolled your eyes at her, crossing your arms. Dr. Stein just smiled his creepy grin at the both of you.

"Maka, it'll be good for you to have some time away from Soul. Besides, (Y/N) here could use a break from Persephone." The professor said.

Ah, Persephone. Your runt of a Weapon - all she ever did was yak yak yak, and you just needed a night off. Dr. Stein seemed to notice how annoyed you had been with her lately.

"I'll make sure he doesn't starve," You said teasingly with a reassuring smile.

Maka's green eyes darkened. "It's not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust him." You realized she was talking about Soul.

"Wait, Soul? He's your Weapon! Why wouldn't you trust him?" You exclaimed. Dr. Stein was long gone, probably off to dissect or something.

"I just - ugh, never mind." Maka looked down sheepishly. "I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, the small blonde trudged off into the night. Leaving you to locate the house on your own. In the dark, You thought miserably.

It wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. Well, you did get a little panicky when you walked by that one dark dude on the street, but it turned out to just be a guy from school. He'd smiled at you.

You raised your fist to pound on the door, but found it already open. You snuck in on tiptoes, seeing as the place was almost pitch-black. "Soul must be sleeping," You muttered to yourself. Just the thought of sharing the same house as him for a night made your heart thunder in your chest - you'd had a crush on him since you came to DWMA two years ago. Not that he knew, and you intended to keep it that way.

There was a creak behind you, and you squeezed your eyes shut nervously. "Shit," you whispered, too scared to turn around. "S-Soul?" You called out, praying that it was just the white-haired boy and not an intruder.

Apparently you weren't loud enough, because the sleepy figure crashed into your back, sending you both sprawling to the ground. It - he - landed on top of you heavily.

"Jesus Christ," He mumbled. You breathed out a sigh of relief; you'd recognize Soul's deep voice anywhere.

Neither of you moved. "Wait, you're not Maka," Soul said in surprise.

"How could you-" You started, before realizing one of his hands had found its way to your hair. That was enough to set you apart - your (H/C) was a completely different texture and thickness than Maka's.

"I-It's (Y/N)," You admitted, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. You were glad it was dark, or he might take note of how much you were blushing.

"Oh." Soul's voice suddenly turned husky, which made your face flame even more. God, could he get any more sexy?

"You, uh, should probably get in pajamas or something." He said, standing up. He switched on the light, which revealed the most embarrassing sight - your dress was hiked up all the way to your stomach from Soul falling on you.

You tried to quickly shove it back down, but the damage was done. Soul's red eyes were as round as saucers, his cheeks the same hue.

"I'm so sorry!" He sputtered, clearly flustered. Why was he so stressed out?

Out of nowhere, he narrowed his eyes at you and grabbed your arm roughly, yanking you up. You felt powerless, like a child.

"Soul, what are you doing?" You asked quietly. He stayed silent, dragging you through a dark room and into another dark doorway. You blinked to let your eyes adjust to the darkness: he had brought you to the kitchen. Soul switched on a dim light on the wall and stood over you, his eyes staring into yours.

"(Y/N)," He said in a low voice. You bit your lip and looked up at him expectantly. "I... Fuck. I don't know what I'm saying." Soul faltered a bit, leaning forward to speak in your ear. "I'm crazy about you, do you know that?" He whispered softly. You shook your head, speechless.

"You are insanely sexy, and I just..." He chuckled, sending a shiver down your spine. "I always thought of the things I'd do to you if I ever got you alone, but-" you interrupted him by pressing your lips softly to his.

"Show me, then," You muttered against his mouth. Soul didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed you by your waist and put you on the granite counter top, standing between your legs. You smashed your lips against his urgently, biting his lower lip teasingly. He growled and ripped your dress off with one swift motion, leaving you in just your lacy black bra and panties.

"Shit, Soul," You mumbled before his fervent mouth was on your again. Soul's hands traveled smoothly over your body - from the curve of your shoulder to your hips, trailing ever-so-gently down your thighs before hiking across your back. You arched into him, nearly moaning from the warmth his fingers sent down your spine.

Soul smiled mischievously, pulling his t-shirt over his head smoothly. You ran a hand across the scar on his chest, kissing his collarbone softly.

"I really like you," Soul said quietly.

"I really like you, too." You replied.