LEMON WARNING. RATED MA FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY. UNDERAGE READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO CLICK AWAY.


The first day of school went as smoothly as one could imagine. It was hard to control the high level of noise and interaction amongst the students. The students were excited to see their friends and recall tales of their summer holidays. Maka adored the level of enthusiasm the students brought with them on the first day of the school year. She knew that said enthusiasm would fizzle out as the school year trudged along but for now, she relished their high-octane humor and camaraderie.

Maka attempted to get to know each student in her classes; trying to discreetly write their names down as they introduced themselves. She taught English to two classes of 10th graders, a class of 11th graders, and a class of 12th graders. It definitely kept her busy between all the grading and planning. She always sought new ways to challenge her students which often led to her overworking herself and remaining behind far later than any of her co-workers. It was commonplace for Spirit to come check up on his diligent daughter, only to get shooed away dismissively. He didn't let it get him down though; no matter how hard Maka tried to push him away, he was exasperatingly persistent.

She was aware of her workaholic tendencies but felt that it was necessary to deliver the best possible guidance to the students. She took immense pride in what she did. She believed that if she could leave an imprint on her students, then they could take the necessary steps to succeed later in life. She convinced herself it was anything but conceited to feel that way. Though, she would never voice that opinion to anybody in fear of being wrongfully judged. It was only out of good intentions and nothing more.

One hour melted into another until the day had run its course. The bell of dismissal rang and her students filed out into the chaotic corridor. Maka typically began her own "homework" immediately after class ended for the day but she was hindered by the fact that she was hungry. She tried to ignore it but her stomach pleaded to be satiated. Maka decided to oblige when she began to hear voices in her head that said, 'feed me!'

As she exited the classroom she bumped into what felt like a wall. She looked up to lock eyes with a pair of sinister reds. There was no mistaking the disheveled white hair, and the sharp-tooth grin that made Jaws jealous. She hated his smugness with an inextinguishable fire that could incinerate the entire building. Fortunately for him, the fire that brewed inside her was confined within her petite frame with no hope of escape.

"Move. You're in my way," Maka said vexedly. She didn't have time for his antics today. She dealt with him enough last week after being coerced to get along by her employer.

"That's no way to talk to a fellow teacher. We teach at the same school, so you should be nice to me. Actually, I think you should apologize," she thought his face was going to cramp up; it couldn't be humanly possible to maintain a grin that wide for more than a couple of seconds.

"I should what?! Why would I ever apologize to you? You were the one in my way!" Her frustration began to bubble to the surface but he showed no signs of backing down. In fact, this only gave him some form of twisted pleasure that pushed Maka closer to the edge of her sanity.

As he towered over her with an indomitable grin, he opened his mouth and the words that spilled forward made Maka's eyes narrow in sullen anger.

"Since you're going to be so rude, Tiny Tits, I am rescinding my offer to grab a bite to eat with you before I even ask. I figured your reputation could use a boost but it's not worth the effort". Soul shrugged his shoulders and looked at her lazily with half-lidded eyes.

"What did you just call me?" She focused in on him so hard that her head began to hurt but his expression never wavered. He was unintimidated by her which was a first for Maka.

"You heard me. Anyway, I'm done wasting my time here. Later."

He left her in a disgruntled mess in front of her classroom. Not only did he call her "Tiny Tits" but he also called out her popularity among her peers and students. And he had the nerve to walk away from her before she could offer any form of rebuttal. He showed no signs of fear or regret in even a single word, unlike most bullies she had dealt with in the past. Boys would typically leave themselves open to counterattack but him, he fucking walked away from her in the middle of an argument; leaving her there to sputter obscenities like a patient in a mental asylum. She was so infuriated that she almost forgot that she was still on school property and there was an off-chance that students may hear her.

Her appetite was quickly suppressed by the disturbing altercation in the hallway, so she went back to her paperwork. She was cursing his name the entire time. Every time her pen touched paper, it pressed with far greater ferocity than it was intended for; inevitably snapping the pen. This happened repeatedly and her anger momentarily shifted to the shattered plastic in her hands and not on, she almost gagged, "Soul Evans." Her disgust almost instantly refocused itself on its proper target.


She heard the click clack of heels coming towards her classroom. Only one individual would be wearing heels that made such an obnoxious noise. Liz burst through the door with a flourish. Her enthusiasm on the first day of school rivaled Maka's own. Liz used the first day to assess the talent levels of the students at her disposal. Liz was especially moved when she found a gem in the rough; a student with an unbridled passion for drama, much like herself. Maka speculated that she had found her teacher's pet on the first day. What else could explain her joyous disposition?

"Hey, Maka! How was the first day of school?"

She wanted to ignore her but that would only send Liz into an inquisitive spiral that would just piss Maka off. The last thing she wanted to do was snap at her friend.

"It was good," Maka knew that her words weren't convincing enough but it was all she could muster without settling into a fit of rage.

"Good?" Liz paused for a moment and eyed Maka suspiciously. "What happened?"

"Am I really that transparent?" Maka chuckled lightheartedly, trying to downplay her distress, hoping that Liz may just leave her alone with her thoughts.

"Well, not usually no. It's the first day of school so it's unlike you to not be overbearingly chipper. Even when we were kids, the first day of school was better than any holiday to you; including Christmas for Christ sake!"

"Geez, language Liz!"

"The kids are gone home anyway," she waved her hand at Maka, attempting to relax her. "Anyway, what happened?"

"Nothing happened I swear."

"Does it have anything to do with the smug grin I saw on Soul Evans' face as he passed me in the hall?"

Maka's posture stiffened. She felt a rush of heat to her face but she couldn't comprehend why. She shouldn't feel embarrassed about what had happened. What was she afraid of? Was she afraid of the implications associated with a meeting between a male and female teacher after class? Was she afraid to admit to the horrendous nickname he had called her? She stumbled through her brain trying to come up with an answer but could not explain the rosy tint that befell her cheeks.

"Oh, I see!" Liz met her dumbfounded gaze with a coy smirk which could have only meant one thing.

"Intimate relations with your co-worker huh?" She leaned closer to Maka. "Your Dad will probably kill him but do tell!"

"Fuck no, Liz!" She startled them both with her sudden cursing. "Nothing like that happened at all! Couldn't be further from the truth actually."

"So, you guys weren't flirting with each other?"

"Hardly. He was being a grade A dickhead to me again and I'm kind of pissed off about it."

"What did he say to you?"

She hesitated for a few moments. She was unsure if she wanted to disclose that part of the argument. She didn't want to embarrass herself by reiterating his exclamation. She'd probably laugh at the fact that Maka did indeed, have small breasts; 30B to be exact (barely). The other thought that announced its presence was that Soul could be suspended or even fired if word of sexual harassment came out. It would be great that she wouldn't have to look at him for a while, if not ever again, but she couldn't do that to him. Why? Why couldn't she? She postulated that it was because she was a good person but even she had her limits and he definitely pushed her buttons.

That being said, it was a one-time occurrence, making for an unconvincing argument for sexual harassment. Harassment had to take place a few times before any corrective action could be taken. According to how he handled himself in that last confrontation, he wasn't about to say those things nonchalantly in front of people. Maka figured that it would come down to his word against hers and she didn't want to divide the staff like that.

Maka was unaware of the time that passed between her thoughts. Liz waved a meticulously manicured hand in front of her face and fixated a concerned expression on her. "Maka? Hello, Earth to Maka!"

She snapped out of her delirious stupor. "Sorry, I lost my train of thought. What were we talking about again?"

"What did he say to you?"

"He said…I, I can't talk about it. Sorry, Liz."

Liz pouted and turned on her heel, looking over her shoulder. "Fine, but if you want to talk about it, you have my cell."

Maka smiled at Liz's back. Liz bid farewell to her ash blonde friend and slid the door shut behind her.

Maka waited until she couldn't hear the clacking of heels and slammed her head down on her desk. "Get the fuck out of my head, will you?" She murmured under her breath; as if she was trying to will his image out of existence.


Maka clued up today a little earlier than normal. She intended to finish more paperwork than she did but it proved challenging, what with her anger and all. Not that it mattered really, she had her school planning done several weeks in advance. Typical Maka, being so far ahead of the game that she didn't know how to shut down and rest.

She turned the corner to see her father with his arm wrapped around a fellow faculty member. The woman was a few years older than Maka, perhaps in her early-mid 30s and here she was with her 45-year-old father. Her 45-year-old, sleazy father. Memories of her parents' crumbling marriage rushed to the forefront of her mind. Her anger was no longer being wasted on the likes of some white-haired misogynist; instead, it took aim at her pathetic excuse for a father.

Blair was the secretary at DHS. Death had made a huge mistake entrusting the hiring of a secretary to the not-so-closet pervert, Spirit Albarn. He took the bunch of applicants, stood them alongside each other, decided on the most voluptuous of the group, and half-assed interviews with the other candidates. Once he interviewed Blair; however, he was all ears. He tried to portray that he was listening but it was impossible with a pair of voluminous 34DDs bouncing in front of his face. He almost wept when he walked into the office behind her because she had the ass to match. He had hit the motherload and there was no way that he was letting this one slip through his fingers.

Within weeks of hiring Blair, Maka's father began making numerous advances at her. Blair was quite promiscuous so it didn't take long before Spirit spent many of his nights with her thighs wrapped around his head.

Maka remembers the first time she met Blair. She went to her father's apartment to drop off a piece of mail that was sent to the wrong address. She assumed the mailman just saw Albarn and dropped it in the mailbox. He opened the door in his boxers, still a combination of love-drunk and actual drunk. His inebriated demeanor faded as he saw his daughter before him. She never came to visit and he was monumentally excited about it. She handed her father the mail and felt obligated to come in for a moment until she heard a female voice beckon from within the apartment.

"Spirit, baby, kitten needs to be cleaned!" Referring to a certain part of her body that needed to be licked clean. She wasn't actually dirty, it was more of a lewd notion than anything. His whole body tensed up upon hearing her words because he knew exactly what was about to happen. It wasn't as if this scene had played out dozens of times before or anything.

Maka's face quickly contorted into disgust and Spirit pleaded for her to stay a moment while he made himself presentable and shooed away his last night guiltily. By the time he returned from his bedroom fully-clothed, his daughter had left. He slouched his shoulders, disheartened by her reaction but he'd come to expect that from her.

What frustrated Maka the most was the fact that Blair and Spirit kept finding each other. What they had was definitely not love. It was lewd, it was dirty, it was inappropriate; nothing synonymous with love whatsoever. There was no intimacy or romance. They would just fuck on and off with no signs of furthering the relationship. Maka didn't want that either. It would hurt too much to have another woman try and take up a motherly role in her life; especially not some 30 something-year-old,purple-haired bimbo who cared only for her father's happy stick. The two of them seemed to be content with that arrangement but Maka just wasn't okay with it.


Dragging herself back to reality, she sneered at the two of them and began to walk in the opposite direction. Spirit opened his mouth but no words came out as he reached his arm forward to grasp nothing but air. Blair analyzed the situation and tried to coax the man attached to her arm.

It was always humiliating when his daughter acted like this in front of others. It frustrated him to no end but he knew deep down that he probably deserved it. Maka had emotionally shut down during the time of their divorce. Neither of them could get through to their daughter at all. It took her almost a year to smile honestly again. The blow was only more devastating when the judge passed the order that Maka was to be left in his care. Maka felt like it was all his fault that things happened this way.

Spirit knew that it takes two to make a relationship fall through but he'd never slander her mother's reputation, even if it was the truth. Their rough marriage was by no means justification for his infidelity but he wished that Maka could see that his ex-wife was not innocent. Maybe then, she'd slack up on him just a little. Until then, he'd offer her all the love and support that he could; hoping that one day she'd come around and reciprocate those feelings.

Maka stomped down the hallway with incredible force. Who would've thought that a 5'2", 110lb girl was capable of making such boisterous noise with just her footsteps? She wiped her stinging eyes, tear-stained because of the frustrating events of the day. She tried to make it to her apartment before bursting into tears but she hadn't managed to get more than a couple corridors and a flight of stairs away from her father. She was worried that he was following her and that he would see her in such a vulnerable state. She couldn't have that so she kept moving adamantly.

She pushed open the doors to reveal thundershowers. "Great," she muttered as she trudged through the muddy playground towards the parking lot. At least her tears were masked under the guise of rain. She had a feeling that she should have taken a coat with her to school today. She came with her typical school outfit, the same attire that Soul had mocked, even though her brain was telling her it was a good idea to take a jacket.

She arrived at her apartment with her clothes fused to her skin; saturated with copious amounts of rainwater. She threw her keys in the dish by the front door and began stripping on her way to the shower. The cold water had soaked through to her skin and made her nipples quite hard and sensitive. She hadn't noticed until she accidentally brushed a puckered pink bud and whimpered softly. She couldn't remember the last time that she relieved herself but perhaps that was what she needed after such a stressful day.

She turned the knob and tested the water with her hand until it was a suitable temperature. She loved her showers to be scalding hot; she seldom even turned the cold water on. This time she did because the heat that was swirling around between her legs had set her skin ablaze with lust. The water was far too hot for her already searing skin. As the water cooled, she began to feel more relaxed. She washed her hair and body, fingers lingering a little too long on her more intimate areas. After she rinsed herself off, she finally allowed herself the leisure of letting her hands wander.

One hand found itself comfortably positioned on her left breast; playing and prodding at the swollen nipple. Her other hand slowly slipped down the curve of her stomach, crept along her hip bone, and slid between her thighs to gently stroke her sopping wet heat. She cried out in indulgence; this was definitely needed after having such a horrible day. She found herself closer and closer to orgasm as she began to stroke herself more vigorously; occasionally sliding a couple fingers inside to massage her inner walls.

Her breathing began to hitch and became heavy panting. She was right on the edge of climax and she wanted to jump in. As her body deluged in sensual satisfaction, she screamed a word out into her empty apartment. Realization of what she had screamed sent throngs of panic throughout her mind. Why would she ever say that? Why would she ever call out to…Soul?

She dried herself urgently while repeatedly uttering the word "fuck" until she was clothed and ready for bed.

"Why? Fucking why? He's such a God damn jerk and I hate his guts so why would I ever, ever say his name? What the fuck is wrong with me?"


The more she thought about what she had done, the more her thoughts began to shift towards the image of Soul Evans. She was getting increasingly mad at herself for thinking about all the little features she found attractive. When they first met, she admittedly thought he was devilishly handsome. But that was before he opened his big, stupid mouth and said such awful things to her. There was no way that she could back down now. She had to persuade herself that this was a one-time thing and that he meant absolutely nothing to her. She hated him, she had to. It would look pathetic otherwise.


All through high school and university, Maka hadn't delved into the world of promiscuity. It wasn't that she had no sex drive; she actually masturbated a few times a week on average. She still came across as prudish to many people since she declined numerous date invites. Tsubaki, who attended the same university as well, managed to convince her to try going out with a few guys. She even offered to help hook her up. Maka knew that Tsubaki had a good read on her likes and dislikes and trusted her friend's judgment.

Tsubaki didn't disappoint either. The guys she had chosen were all handsome and held her and her interests in high regard. She was thankful that Tsubaki hadn't delivered her some dumbass. These relationships were often short-lived because, despite being so alike, she couldn't find herself emotionally attracted to any of these men. Sure, they were handsome and offered all the qualities she'd love to see in a man but none of them seemed to feel right.

Because of repeated early termination, she hadn't explored the carnal realm of sex with anybody. Even now, at 25, she was still a virgin. Once, in university, she worked up the courage to sleep with one of the guys that Tsubaki had hooked her up with. He was tall, he was handsome, he had jet black hair, and he wore glasses that made him look both dignified and sexy. She made out with him at his apartment for quite some time but her heart began to race as their clothing started to slip away and she pulled away from him frantically. She apologized profusely but insisted that she couldn't do it and left the guy in a mess of confusion.

She still beat herself up over it all the time. She really did want to experiment with sex. She recalled a phone call she had with Liz while she was in university; discussing her woes with her friend. Liz was no stranger to sex. Liz insisted that she should try to get it over with so that she knew what to expect when somebody who did feel right came along. She also told her that the first time does hurt a bit, which Maka found disheartening, so getting that part out of the way was crucial so she could properly enjoy Mr. Right when the time came. Maka understood where Liz was coming from but no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was okay to have meaningless sex, it never was. How could she think it was okay? Her views on sex were skewed by her whore of a father.

Now here she was, thinking about Soul fucking Evans in a sexual manner. She finally felt a sexual spark in her loins for a man and it had to be him. He was the antithesis of her dream guy. No amount of sexy imagery could make up for the fact that he was a top tier douchebag. She didn't know that she could feel both angry and aroused at the same time before she had met him. That fact only amplified both feelings. She wanted to pound the shit out of him but simultaneously wondered what sounds he would make as he pounded her. "'Pounded?' God that's so lewd!" She shook her head at the thought. She needed to get him out of her head and fast.

She managed to coax herself down with a warm blanket, a good book, and a cup of hot cocoa. If she was ever in distress, this always did the trick. As her eyes followed the words on the page, her mind wandered back to the self-indulging events that had taken place in her shower. Whenever she thought about it, about him, she had to re-read whatever sentence she was on because she was distracted.

It took her far longer to finish the chapter than she was accustomed to. She was irked by the fact that he was ruining her favorite hobby for her, without even being here! The book made a loud slapping noise as she shut it aggressively; giving up on reading for the night.

She grabbed the remote and flicked on the television. "Some mindless T.V. ought to help!"

She continued sipping on her hot cocoa as she flicked through the channels. It was getting pretty late at night and it seemed that every channel was broadcasting romance features. Most of which; unfortunately, had sex scenes. It was like she couldn't get away from the madness that crept over her body. She blushed intensely at the sight of the bare chests of random male actors as she flicked desperately through the channels. She whined loudly because she kept replacing them with what she perceived was the image of Soul's bare chest. He was driving her crazy.

She finally found herself on the Discovery channel. She could live with two animals humping if it happened. She mindlessly gawked at the television, sipping on her hot cocoa until the entirety of the warm liquid settled in her belly. She placed the mug on the coffee table and allowed herself to fall into the clutches of sleep that were oh so attractive.


She felt soft, full lips press against her skin lovingly; covering the expanse of her naked body with desire. These open-mouthed kisses were hot to the touch and made her shiver in want. She needed him to continue. Her eyes fluttered as he kissed the borders of her breasts and began to swirl his tongue around her pert nipples. She whimpered in satisfaction as his hand tightly squeezed her opposite breast, trailing down to grasp her hip firmly.

Kisses cascaded from her chest and she felt herself become increasingly lightheaded as he inched closer and closer to her sex. He was now kissing gently above the hem of her panties. She opened her mouth in a silent scream of pleasure as he bit her. He licked his lips sexily as he tugged at the fabric of her thong.

She nodded in consent as he slid them down her lengthy legs; revealing her dripping pussy in all its glory. She was well groomed in her pubic region. She refused to shave it all off because she already looked like a little girl as it was; at least she thought so. Her hair was neatly trimmed into the shape of an ash blonde strip above her clit.

He stared at it, hungrily. Maka's face flushed a deep shade of crimson and practically begged for the faceless man to do something, anything before she melted into the mattress. She gnawed at her bottom lip as she watched him lick his lips once more. He settled his face in between her thighs, drawing closer and closer to her core. She writhed and squirmed in anticipation but his strong hands held her hips in place.

Her breath hitched as she felt the warmth of his tongue caress her aching folds. It pressed and swirled against her clit with varying speeds and pressures that drove her mad. He traced his way along her lips and she moaned lustfully as she latched onto tufts of his soft hair. His tongue had found its way inside of her entrance. It was so dirty, so inappropriate, so…wrong that Maka had almost released instantly.

He went back to teasing her bundle of nerves with his tongue ever so gently that made her plead for more. A gruff voice resounded, "if you insist," and he plunged two fingers into her searing heat as he ramped up his intensity about her button. She found herself drawing near orgasm. It was within her grasp and she looked down gratefully at the man paying her such earnest attention.

The faceless individual had developed an appearance. He looked up at her with a smug grin. Sharp teeth, red eyes, and snow white hair had greeted her as her eyes popped wide open. She jolted into an upright position on the couch where she had fallen asleep. She felt her skin and it was blazing hot; she expected that she had a fever of some sort but she knew better. Her skin was flushed from the nightmare she was having.

She nervously reached her hand down towards her groin. As she had feared, her hand returned slick with the fluids of orgasm. She looked at the time; 2:36 AM. She buckled her knees where they met her head for a while. She managed to gather the gumption to stand and get cleaned up before going to bed.

If she didn't hate herself before, she definitely did now.


Author's comments: That chapter was a bit of a doozy. Once I started writing, it just started pouring out. I intended to keep the sexual tension for later on into the story but as I was writing, that was right where my mind went. I think it still works out fine here.

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