"I think you'll find, Sir…"

The rest of the sentence was obscured behind the wild pound of his pulse. Every nerve set ablaze by the sugary sweet voice that was the bane of his very existence. Strong fingers gripped the pen in his hold with renewed strength, feeling the give of the flimsy plastic as he crushed the life out of it. Splintering shards flooded his palm, and he had to fight every urge not to show the evidence of his ire.

A sea of faces stared down at him, a range of expressions from over-eager interest to downright blatant boredom, and amongst them – she stood out. It was impossible for his obsidian eyes not to swivel straight to where she sat, the same seat she always took. The one dead centre, ensuring that he would give her the majority of his attention – she demanded it after all.

Zeref Dragneel was the youngest professor in Magnolia University's history. He had successfully secured the post at the tender age of twenty-four, and after almost a year in the job he felt he was finally finding his feet. Attendance of his class was one of the highest, a fact he was extremely proud of. He was in no way naive; the fact that he was a young male teacher had been the driving force in gaining such high attendance. However, the fact that the students stuck around week after week only demonstrated that he was indeed engaging with this class in some kind of valuable way.

He was eager to share his knowledge and passion with the students that passed through his doors, and he had enjoyed every moment he had spent on the small stage. A slightly raised platform that housed a lectern on one side and his meticulously clean desk on the other.

A desk that suddenly seemed wrong; brow drawn low in concentration, he focused on the cherrywood desk. Zeref scrutinised every inch with his sweeping gaze, something was out of place and not being able to spot the oddity was only causing his wrath to grow. It wouldn't be long until it consumed him, that ugly feeling spreading like a sickness throughout his body until it succeeded in darkening every corner.

There it was.

A vibrant pink pen with a hideous fluffy pompom at the end lay across his open planner, he glared at it. He wished for nothing more than to set it ablaze with his eyes alone. This was not the first time he had seen this particular pen, it had a strange habit of appearing on random parts of his desk despite the numerous times he had disposed of it, and the wild thought of who this pen likely belonged to struck him right between the eyes.

The phony cutesy voice was still going strong as he attempted to tune back in, her words dissecting every point he had made within the last forty-five minutes of his lecture. She wielded her words like a surgeon wields a scalpel. He walked to his desk and each step of his feet sounded like an ominous thunderclap on the polished wood.

There was no other noise within the auditorium other than his footfalls and the incessant crucifixion of today's lesson, he could sense the brewing storm that pressed heavily upon everyone present. It was evident from the way he watched students shuffle in their seats, that uncomfortable squirm that spoke of the wish to be able to escape the impending doom.

He reached the desk in only ten paces and picked up the offending pen.

Wait, was that a falter in the diatribe being spouted?

Zeref rounded the desk until he could lock eyes with the girl that had rushed to continue her speech. Obsidian eyes stared directly into deep brown orbs, he held her gaze as his fingers released the pen to fall to its death within his trash can.

At long last, she had come to the end of her admonishments, and a slow smile spread over his lips. She didn't need to know that he was literally biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself in line, very aware that if he were to act upon the wishes he had at this moment, he would lose his job in a heartbeat. The shocked expression that graced her pretty face was victory enough.

Whatever she had expected from him, it surely wasn't this and he was filled with momentary satisfaction. Not nearly enough to douse the flames of his irritation, but enough to allow him to find his voice once more. Walking with considered steps he stood centre stage and brushed a hand through the hair that tried to fall into his eyes.

"And with that, ladies and gentleman, my character assassination as a Professor is complete."

Zeref pressed his arm tightly against his stomach, bowing as if he were an actor in a play and the curtain had just fallen. Tinkling awkward laughter rang through the room, and he took this opportunity to spread his arm towards where she sat. Her eyes were wide in surprise, mouth popped into a small 'O' that looked so damned appealing to him in that moment and such a tight hold on the pen in her grasp that her knuckles were white and trembling.

"Miss Heartfilia, why don't you stand and take a bow? Such a wonderful performance as my assassin. Clearly, you know more about the subject than I, the Professor do."

Silence.

All laughter died within the throats of the students as they twisted in every direction to get a look at the girl in question. It would be a lie to say that he didn't feel sorry for her, but it was so insignificant in comparison to the months of harassment he had suffered through that it was easy to squash the feeling under his heel.

Some may think that his lack of compassion made him a cruel monster. How wicked to toy with his students in this way, he must have no feelings or empathy, but this was far from the truth. The only crime that Zeref was guilty of was being all consumed by his emotions – he felt everything deeply and it was both a blessing and a curse.

If he had been in his right mind at this moment he may have been reminded of the words of his parents. Lessons of many years past where he had been taught the value of being cautious with his delicate heart, but not to close himself off to people who sought only to cradle it like the precious treasure it was. Sadly those memories lay dormant at the back of his mind, repressed by the fizzle of annoyance that jumped on his nerves.

Annoyance for the mental and emotional torture he had been put through by this girl, but more importantly, it was annoyance for letting himself get this riled up. For allowing it to get this far without putting a stop to it – he held the authority to do so, and he worried for a second that a part of him might have sickeningly enjoyed it.

Speaking of his tormentor, she slammed her open notebook closed with an echoing thud. The reverberation rattled at his nerves, and he ground his teeth as she got to her feet to give a cute curtsey. Ever the brilliant actress, no one would ever suspect the evil mind that was housed within her angelic-looking head.

Damn her!

~.~

Lucy Heartfilia was surely the perfect example of a model student. Never missed a class, assignments handed in days early and colour coded, and quick as a whip in both intellect and downright sass. The girl was all this and more, and to begin with, he was ashamed to say that he may have shown her some favourable attention. He had looked to her for assistance in past lectures, sought out her opinion by name on more occasions than he wished to admit and it had not gone unnoticed.

Zeref had overheard the words of fellow classmates, the claims of how unfair it was that Lucy snared all of your focus and he panicked. He had no wish to jeopardise his reputation with rumours of him playing favouritism, rumours such as these had a nasty way of quickly spiralling out of control and he quelled at the idea of where it could end.

At the heart of the problem was his ridiculous attraction to her. For there was no smoke without fire, as the saying goes.

The moment he had first glimpsed her sitting in that middle seat, he knew that he was a goner. Long blonde hair that shimmered like spun gold and eyes that were reminiscent of pools of decadent melted chocolate that shone with warmth. She was an exquisite beauty that radiated blinding light. He hadn't dared to allow himself to gaze at her any further, already weighed down by the shame of his wayward eye.

He could not have found a more fitting antithesis to himself, it was almost laughable at how different they were in every regard. If Lucy was the sun, then Zeref was the moon. He was the creep of darkening shadows on a bright sunlit day, sweeping coolness that caressed at flushed skin. She was the light that could not be denied, a warmth that burst forth and sparked unrivalled joy.

With Lucy being twenty years old, he was hardly committing a crime and had this not been within the University setting then there would be no issue with his attraction, but that was not the way of things. He was her Professor and he had a moral and professional obligation to not cross the line. The line in question had tiptoed closer and closer with every passing day until he felt like he was toeing the line, the scuff marks upon the scarlet streak a clear indication of his poor decisions.

Professor Dragneel had renewed his vow to treat all his students equally and with impartiality. There would be no more seeking the blonde's opinions even though he truly valued them, he would ensure to ask a different student in every lesson and never hers and there absolutely would be no more sly glances at her during exams or moments of self-study under his supervision.

He had lost count of the times he had sat behind his desk, eyes scanning the packed rows to ensure there was no hint of cheating going on, only to find his gaze stopping upon her. Zeref felt magnetised to her very presence, drawn to her like a lowly moth to the only light source in the room.

It was then that it happened, at the time he was unsure if he was mistaken but now he knew it wasn't.

~.~

During a period where the class was to read through a specific chapter and draft a rough analysis of the subject matter, he had sat with his ankle crossed over his thigh within his desk chair. Zeref had reclined the support as he watched through half-lidded eyes, listening to the welcome cacophony of tippy tapping on keyboards mingled with the constant ticking of the large clock at the back of the room.

As usual, his sweeping observations had paused on Lucy. She sat slightly hunched over the open textbook with a pen poised between her lips. He always liked that she took handwritten notes over using a laptop, it was his own preferred method after all and to share it with her felt intimate.

He couldn't stop himself, a moment of weakness and he was taking in every inch of her he could see. The soft blonde hair that draped across one bare shoulder from her side ponytail and came to rest on the swell of her breast. The powder blue top that stuck like a second skin on her slim frame, the sleeves off the shoulder and hugging around the upper sections of her arms.

The shadows were not his friend on this day as they hid the bare strip of midriff that he knew was exposed, he had noted it immediately when she had walked through the double doors. Her exuberant air permeated everything around her as she swept to her usual seat and the cat-like smirk that pressed upon her glossed lips as she sat with a flounce. He might not be able to see it right now, but he knew it was there and that knowledge was maddening.

Without warning her legs shifted.

Parted like curtains being swept aside in a theatre, and his grip which had been loose on the armrest tightened until it was painful. This was not a sly adjustment, a girl moving in search of a more comfortable position, this was deliberate. Within the recesses of the shadows, he could see the glint of pure white, he would swear it was blinding despite the darkness surrounding her.

Zeref had gripped the edge of his desk and pulled himself beneath to conceal the arousal that was growing rapidly. He had felt the heat tip at his ears, and he silently gave thanks for the hair that was long enough to hide his burning ears from sight.

Swallowing thickly the warm saliva that had gathered within his mouth he had looked back to Lucy, her legs were crossed and a dainty foot tapping to a silent rhythm. His gaze rose to her face, a coy all-knowing smirk painted her lips and that pen – fuck, that pen – it was sucked deep into her mouth. He had watched as manicured nails had slid that pen back and forth in her plush mouth, and every stroke had resonated in his groin.

That night he had rushed home. Thrown his belongings haphazardly into his backpack and scrambled for the exit like a man possessed. Every red light that had impeded the progress to his destination drew another curse from his mouth, each one sounding more broken as the urgency beat against his brow.

Keys jangled within his wavering grip and at last, the door was open. No lights flickered to life, no warm voice welcomed him home, only silence that clung over every surface like a thick layer of dust despite the spotless appearance.

Zeref found himself at his desk chair with the small table lamp clicked on to illuminate the space. He had sat exactly as he had in his lecture hall but this time he palmed his groin as he brought forth a vision of the tantalising Miss Heartfilia. The image of her white underwear was seared upon his eyelids, and the mixture of bone-deep desire and burning shame made for the most potent cocktail to lace his veins.

He should stop.

He knew it was wrong, immoral and downright lewd, but his body needed the relief – craved it like the most addicting drug. Zeref had been in a dream-like state, his brain so fogged down with the weight of his thoughts that he barely noted the unbuckling of his belt although the metal rattled noisily in the quiet room. His zip was down, and his underwear shifted out of the way to allow him to stroke his eager length. The first taste of relief as he had escaped the tight confines of his clothing was euphoric, the cool air of his apartment kissing against flushed skin.

Raven hair met the headrest and with his eyes tightly shut he imagined the perfect mouth of Lucy Heartfilia wrapped around his cock instead of his tight fist. The image of her big brown eyes never wavering from his gaze as she swallowed him down like that damned pen, the first swelling of tears to edge against her lashes. Her glossed lips now slick with more than lip balm, a combination of his pleasure and her warm saliva coating him to perfection.

The imaginary Lucy sat upon her knees, back arching to allow Zeref the view of her rear end sticking outwards, taunting him and pushing him to do something about it. Her navy skirt flipped up to expose her creamy flesh to his appraising eye, the round cheeks that he desperately wished to mark if only he dared.

How dare she tease him like this, who did she think she was?

Some cock teasing little know-it-all.

His fist was a poor imitation of what he wished for, what he chose to conjure within his head yet it did not take him long to feel the release teetering on the edge. Heaviness invaded his lower half, it swarmed Zeref like an unrelenting tidal wave of pure lust and desire. Nothing would stand in its way, the force of nature would not be denied and he was forced to bow to the will of his body and mind.

As hot ropes of his sticky seed shot from him, belly sucking in and thighs clenching, he had pondered over whether he would cum down her throat or if he would pull back to paint her pretty face or perhaps even her breasts. She would look so delectable covered in his essence, taking that innocent facade she wore like a gilded mask and ripping it off to expose her wicked true self.

The guilt was immediate.

His dick had not even finished twitching, and he had been awash with burning guilt. It ate at him, chewed with evil accuracy against every nerve that would serve to cause the most damage to his psyche. His stomach had churned, icy fingers of dread spider walked down his spine and the riot inside his mind was deafening.

Zeref had spent that weekend avoiding everything. Calls from his mother went unanswered, texts from his brother were left on read but not replied to, and even his mountain of papers needing to be marked went untouched. He went nowhere, spoke to nobody and barely functioned as a grown adult.

He had regressed to a former state, one where he had willingly slammed the door in the faces of those who loved him most and wrapped himself tightly within his favoured shadows. It was a slippery slope, and he did not relish the thought of having to break this cycle once again. Zeref had fought for his happiness, scrapped tooth and nail to bring himself back into the light, but it was hard to stop this sudden descent.

Shame was his constant shadow as Zeref wallowed in his despair. The reflection in the bathroom mirror painted the image of a tortured man, deep shadows lined the underside of his eyes from the lack of sleep, his face was fast becoming a scruffy mess as he had found no motivation to shave and his ebony hair stuck up even more wildly than usual. His lone tuft that refused to do anything other than stick right up was joined by many spikes in all directions upon his head, and for a moment he looked more like his father and brother, only the colour prevented the full similarity.

It had taken him until the very early hours of Monday morning to shake himself enough to emerge from his cocoon of misery. He shrugged it off like an unwanted coat on a summer's day, resolved to never get to this point again. He would refuse to play into her hands like this, he held the power, not her.

The game was over, or so he had thought…

~.~

Ever since that fateful incident, he had held on to his promise. At times having to sink desperate claws into it, such was his desire to fawn over the girl that demanded his attention – practically screamed for it. The shift in her attitude and not to mention, outfit choices were drastic.

Lucy Heartfilia has gone from simpering over his every word, eager to praise and add her own ideas to his hypothesises to outright condemnation of his theories. She mocked them openly, snorts of derision echoing through the hushed hall and he did not need to look up to know where they came from.

It grated on his nerves to the point that he had developed a tic in his left eye that would flutter each time her syrupy voice would pipe up, and the phrase 'please Sir' both aroused and angered him in a way that was unexplainable.

He knew that she disliked his attempts to avoid her and had made it well known by going to extraordinary lengths to seek it out once again. Zeref had almost felt his tainted soul leave his body on the day she had wandered into his hall wearing a snow white shirt with the buttons undone to such a point that she may as well have not worn the garment.

The tails of the shirt were haphazardly tucked into the waist of a black pencil skirt with black thigh high socks that only allowed for the barest hint of her naked legs to be spied. It was made all the worse by the prominent black bra that drew the eye in a most indecent way through the thin white shirt.

Zeref had stared, downright ogled from the recesses of the hall. He knew he had been hidden from sight as her sweeping gaze had valiantly tried to seek him out without success. The scrunch of irritation to wrinkle above her nose was deeply satisfying, but as always, Lucy had the last laugh.

He had started the lesson promptly, as he always did, and studiously avoided her seat as he passed his vision around the students. Halfway through the lecture, a snap like a whip crack ricocheted around the room and his head automatically turned to where the noise had originated.

Lucy giggled and whispered a hushed apology to the people sat either side of her, pushing the newly acquired glasses up on the bridge of her nose. These were new, and damn it if it did not serve to make her already unbearably sexy appearance even more irresistible. With his attention snared for a second, she used it to her advantage and peered over the rim of the thick-rimmed spectacles and gave a subtle wink.

On a weekly basis, Zeref was treated to a new outfit. She changed the style constantly, sometimes looking sweet and pure as a freshly budding flower and others looking like the most alluring siren who was eager to call him forth to his exquisite death.

The clothes he could handle, his logical brain could acknowledge the chemical reaction of his body and tightly clamp down on it. He was the master of his body, he refused to be ruled by his hormones alone, raging though they might be. It hurt but it was possible – just.

What irked him the most was the disdain that she showed him so freely. The acidity of her carefully selected words, each picked to cause the most damage upon impact. Nothing but utter bile spewing forth to both degrade him and cause uncertainty in the accuracy of his teachings.

No one doubted Zeref Dragneel's mind – no one.

There was a reason he was the youngest Professor in the University's history, his mind knew few equals and he stopped at nothing to prove his intellect. To have it called out so blatantly was an affront to him in the worst possible way.

Behind that self-righteous outrage to be questioned was the ever-constant nagging voice of doubt. The monster that dwelled at the very back of his head and whispered such wicked things.

What if she is right?

What if the entirety of your hypothesises and theories are flawed?

She makes compelling arguments, perhaps you are the very thing you fear most – wrong.

~.~

"Miss Heartfilia, come see me at 5pm sharp."

The mutterings and murmurs were quick to bubble up like a frothing ocean. He silenced them with one sharp clap of his hands, the ringing sound of his palms connecting acted exactly as predicted and all fell silent for the lesson to continue.

Zeref felt her piercing eyes upon him for the last twenty minutes, and he was relieved when the class finally filed out of the hall to be left alone with his frantic heart. He was young, yet Lucy was ageing him prematurely with the stress she was placing upon his shoulders. It had to stop, they were at breaking point and he only hoped for a favourable outcome this evening.

The raven haired male stumbled through the remainder of the day in an utter daze. He knew that the last two classes that passed through his doors were treated to less than exemplary lessons, and if the tuts and half-heartedly conversations were anything to go by, this development would spread quickly amongst the student populace.

He paced his small stage, brushed restless fingers against the stiff fabric of his charcoal grey slacks and prayed for a small miracle. In truth he was unsure what he wanted out of this meeting – was it to be a simple acknowledgement of her behaviour and a reminder that he was the Professor and that he could report it? Or did he wish to make her admit it, to force her reasoning out of those delicious looking lips and perhaps consider the next steps on the fly?

Thud.

The time for debate was over.

He refused to acknowledge her presence by looking at her, instead, Zeref paced towards his desk and seated himself snugly in his chair. Elbows rested upon the cherrywood surface, his fingers steepled and only when he was ready did his gaze rise to the girl walking slowly towards him.

On this particular day, Lucy was adorned in a pale lilac sundress, her shoulders were pink from the blazing summer sun and a fresh dusting of freckles was beginning to appear on the smooth skin.

Adorable. He thought, internally scowling at the mental admission.

The flowing dress played around her mid-thighs, the material only contoured to her ample breast whilst the rest blew about on the breeze that had followed her inside.

The pad of her dainty ballet pumps made the tic in his eye jump with every step. He braced himself, straightened his spine and arched one brow as Lucy came to stand before his desk. He had toyed back and forth with the idea of dragging a chair opposite but ultimately decided against it, opting to force her to stand.

"You asked for my presence, Professor Dragneel," she snapped.

An irritated hand flew to push back the locks of hair that had fallen into her sweet heart-shaped face. He smiled, the barest hint of emotion flickering over his stubbled jaw. Zeref had been clean-shaven as he started his day but as the clock signalled home time, the start of the dark hairs to pester his chin and jaw were evident enough. It roughened his appearance, shifted it from the pale youthful appeal to the more rugged and mature.

He watched as Lucy nervously chewed her lip the longer he remained silent. The enjoyment of seeing her sweat thrilled him to the core. The first hint of uncertainty to taint her impish face, red that had nothing to do with the heat of the sun spread like a rash up the sides of her neck, and the almost imperceptible shift of her hips that spoke volumes of her nervousness.

"Any ideas why I might wish to have a chat, Miss Heartfilia?"

Zeref quashed the smirk that tried to rise to the surface as the blonde gave a small jump at him finally speaking. It had been a good minute or so consisting of the pair doing nothing but staring at one another. Darkly lit onyx orbs waged a silent war for dominance with the deep chocolate pair opposite him, who would blink first?

Thick midnight lashes blinked must too rapidly.

He took even himself by surprise with the brazen rake of his gaze up and down her body. The raven haired Professor took his time with his inspection; noted the subtle press of her thighs, and the twitching fingers that idled by her sides until she clasped her hands behind her back. A stupid move as this only served in thrusting her chest forward even more prominently, her ample cleavage was scrutinised for the longest time before he moved on to track up the column of her slender throat and finally her face.

"I didn't realise I was going to be quizzed, if I had known then I might have revised…" she scoffed.

"That!" he snapped, his voice low and dangerous. He stood abruptly, and with measured strides, he circled the desk until he was directly behind her smaller frame. His distance was closer than would be considered professional but he was in no way within her personal space, at least not yet.

"That mouth of yours is the very reason I asked for your attendance."

Rather than turn, the blonde twisted her head until she could see him over her shoulder and he liked what he saw. Her eyes were blown wide, a whisper-quiet pant pushed through her slightly parted lips and the very first peek of a pink tongue swiped at those lips.

She smelled like vanilla, warm and comforting. He fought the urge to take another step closer, to press his nose to the crook of her neck and inhale deeply. His tightly held restraint was slipper much quicker than he had assumed, one false move and it would be game over.

"You don't like my mouth, Professor? You certainly seemed to like it when I was sucking on that pen a few weeks back. If I recall correctly, it gave you a rather obvious lift to your –"

Her words were cut short by the loud gasp to fly from her mouth. A hand thundered against the surface of the desk on either side of her shapely body, Zeref had taken more than the one-step he had just wished for. His larger build caged Lucy against the desk, bodies connecting for the very first time and god if he didn't want to groan from it.

Zeref was done with playing around, she needed to know that it was more than a little dangerous to play with fire, especially with him. He could feel the tremble of legs against his own, practically hearing the beat of her erratic pulse within his own head.

"Who do you think you're talking to little girl? I am not one of the boys that I've seen fawning over you. It is foolish to think you can wrap me around your little finger so easily," he hissed directly into her ear. He heard the whimper, and it only fed his desires – gorging on the reactions she was feeding him so willingly.

Her head fell to his shoulder as she leaned into the cage of his torso and afforded him an unhindered view down her pretty dress. This girl was driving him crazy, his sanity leaking out his ears with each passing second and it would not be long before he gave in to his primal instincts.

"Was that bad of me, Professor Dragneel?" she cooed with that falsely innocent tone, all whilst her lower half blatantly ground against him like the sinful creature she truly was.

The sound of the silky smooth material of her dress rubbing so wantonly against the stiff, less yielding fabric of his pants was erotic. He had yet to force any kind of confession from her and already he was struggling with his want to move this along. The part of him that knew this to be wrong was silenced by the baser desires overpowering his brain, nothing but pure instinct was in the driving seat.

He ignored the question to pose another of his own, he refused to roll over so easily. He was no animal tamed by her hand, he would not present his vulnerable belly for affection even if he did wish to do so. This was still a struggle for power, and he would fight it until the very last.

"You didn't like it when I stopped paying you attention, did you, Lucy? Made you perfectly furious that I ignored your eager attempts to captivate my time and eye. Did you leave here after every week more annoyed than the previous, to be denied my attention again and again?"

Zeref held her waist in one large hand to still her continued motions against his aching erection, choosing to press her firmly against him but held in place as he continued his lethal sounding tirade. Every whine was like the most breathtaking symphony to his ears, each fruitless attempt to regain her movement another link to the chain of lust that bound them together.

"Did you go back to your room each night and fuck your fingers wishing they were mine?"

He knew her hand was travelling towards the hem of her dress, sensed that she would slip those manicured nails beneath any second to provide the friction she clearly craved. His hand pressed atop her own to direct it, together they bunched the skirt of the dress and too soon he felt the searing heat of her centre.

Heat unlike anything he had previously experienced enveloped his every sense, the cotton of her underwear was damp to the touch and elicited a thick groan from his throat. Lucy tried to pull him onwards, to allow their fingers to curl under the thin barrier but he denied her, much to her irritation. A venomous hiss flared, she was a feral feline used to her freedom and not accustomed to being stopped in any pursuit.

"Say it," he warned, "admit that you wanted my attention, craved it. Tell me the truth, that you were so frustrated by not being my favourite little pet that you went out of your way to make my life a living hell. If you do as I ask, I'll let you fuck yourself on my fingers."

Her free hand flew to the back of Zeref's neck, startling him for a second until her fingers laced into the hairs at his nape, twisting and yanking in her urgency. The rise and fall of her chest was frantic, and for a moment he truly believed she would deny it.

"I… admit it. Please, touch me. I need it, need you," she babbled, sounding close to the verge of tears.

Zeref rewarded her, let her fingers guided by his own drag along her folds. He wasn't touching her directly but it wouldn't be long before he would shove her hand aside and take charge like he knew she wanted. With each teasing touch that closed in agonisingly slowly towards her clit, the blonde speared him with verbal attacks.

"Why did you stop looking at me? It made me insane, no one has ever made me feel like you do. Why did you stop asking my opinion? What did I do wrong? Did someone else catch your eye, was someone more attractive or intelligent than I was?"

It took more strength to contain her as she spiralled into her outrage. Zeref felt the white-hot fury that flooded her so entirely. These emotions spoke of more than a skin-deep attraction and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. Scratching a mutual itch was one thing, but taking this further – deeper – was a terrifying territory.

He should stop – how many times had he said this to himself by this point?

Lucy thrashed as she sensed that hint of hesitancy to lace his actions, the guidance of his hand between her legs faltering as he processed the situation. She fought him with every fibre of her being, stamped her foot with impunity and pressed a blazing kiss to the side of his neck.

All remnants of rational thought deserted him as the soul-searing desire to both claim and soothe away her worries roared to life. Zeref had never considered himself to be driven by emotions alone, proud of his ability to rationalise his thoughts and marshal his behaviours accordingly, but it all came undone by the persistent Miss Heartfilia. Her ability to sneak through his iron defences was unparalleled, she had taken a firm hold of his heart and filled it with nothing but thoughts of her alone.

He shushed the emotional accusations still flying from her, the hand from her waist curled around her throat with just enough pressure to make his intent clear whilst the hand between her legs ripped her own from the intimate area.

"Enough!" he commanded, one finger stroking her jawline as he yanked her underwear down her thighs with force, only content once they pooled on the floor. His thumb pressed with practised precision against her clit, knowing it would be exactly what she needed to heighten the coils of pleasure twisting within her belly.

He wanted to tell her how no one could ever come close in comparison to her, how he adored her witty remarks and off the cuff quips that both teased and provoked him. That no other girl had ever captured his imagination quite like her and how he missed when they would debate back and forth without the heat of her recent exploits.

She was beautiful but it was more than skin deep – Lucy was the sun that pulled people towards her with waves of embracing warmth. He would tell her this, but later, much later.

Her thighs tightened around his wrist, and he relented. Pressed her forward to bend at the waist, and lifted her dress until he was staring at her perfect ass. His gaze lingered for a second before he found himself flush over her body, ensuring her cheek met the cool wooden surface before standing to his full height once more and running his fingers along her slit to collect her arousal.

"There's my good girl. Now, fuck yourself on my fingers pet."

Lucy didn't need telling twice as he let his index finger tease a slow circle around her entrance. Her hips stuttered to ensnare the digit, and the moan of success that bubbled from her throat was heady as she slowly rocked herself on him.

The raven haired male watched in desperate fascination as his finger disappeared within her most intimate area, sucked deep inside to stroke her walls so expertly. Trembling fingers found the zip of his pants, sliding his hand inside the confines to stroke at the length that begged for release.

"More," she whined, turning with pleading eyes that shone with unadulterated lust and demanded his compliance.

"Ask nicely," he growled.

"Please more… need more, Professor."

His mind shattered at her lewd use of his title, and he eagerly fed her another finger. Feeling the stretch as she opened for him and him alone. She groaned her approval, the rhythm of her hips picking up as she closed in fast on her orgasm.

A smirk broke across his handsome face, wicked cruelty sparked in his eyes but she could not see it. Even with her head twisted to the side, Lucy was too far gone in her own ministrations upon his digits to see the cunning plan that was coming to fruition.

Zeref could sense how close she was, the curl of his fingers to hit that sensitive spot that was likely making her toes curl with each backwards thrust she rutted against his hand. What a sight to behold, the tumble of blonde hair to spill across his desk, her vividly pink cheek and the eyes that glazed over. They were in heaven, yet hell awaited around the corner for Miss Heartfilia, she just didn't know it.

Without warning, he pulled from her, and the shriek of fury was loud within the cavernous hall. A hand clamped across her mouth to hush the noise, a beat of terror to lace his mind at being discovered by a colleague in this highly improper position.

Pulling her back to her feet, Zeref's teeth found her shoulder and bit the tender flesh, enjoying the squirm of her body against his own.

"There you go being a bad girl again. Can't help yourself, can you?"

His mouth covered every inch of skin he could reach, seeking out her sweet spot and marking it against his better judgment.

Uncovering her mouth slowly, he listened to the pleads and incoherent words of irritation that spewed from her plush mouth. He chuckled darkly and nipped at her ear as he spoke softly, "go lock the doors and we'll see about putting that naughty mouth of yours to better use, hm?"

Zeref released her although he wanted to do anything but, this was the moment of truth. Lucy could walk to the doors and step outside, he wouldn't stop her, it was her choice. A test to see if she would give herself completely to him, no hands behind the back or threats of a black mark upon her record.

He sat back in his chair and watched with trepidation as her wobbly gait climbed each step that led to the exit. His breath held tightly in his throat as she reached the doors, one hand curled around the handle but the click of the lock rang loud, a promise of things to come.

Lucy looked like the most tempting treat he had ever seen. His deepest desire come to life as she knelt between his legs, no instruction required as her fingers slid into his clothes and revealed his achingly painful arousal to the air.

Zeref lost himself in the sensation of her care, the wet cavern of her mouth that worshipped him thoroughly. Those doe-like eyes that maintained his steely eye contact throughout her actions, her lips that were indeed now slick with more than her lip balm. He speared his empty hands into her hair, tangled his fingers within her golden locks and helped her along.

Perfection!

The stream of tears that tracked down her cheeks as he fucked into her mouth and throat was sinful but exactly what he had pictured, perhaps even better than his mind had conjured. His lower half ached with his swarming orgasm, every muscle contracted from the nearness of his release.

"Fuck… gonna cum. Lucy, you don't –" he tried to pull back, to pry himself from the tight muscles of her throat that squeezed him so perfectly with every swallow, but she locked her jaw. Her nails pressed into his thighs, and she would have left marks had it not been for the thick fabric of his pants.

Belly sucked in, head thrown back in ecstasy, he shuddered as thick ropes of his cum painted her mouth and fell down her throat. He had never cum so hard, violently enough that the lactic acid burned in his thighs and pressed along his hips.

The blonde vixen looked proud, almost too proud of herself. Licking absently at her lips, sitting back on her haunches as those sexy eyes flickered around his face and assessed his every reaction, storing them in her mind forever.

He crooked a finger and beckoned her to crawl upon his lap. She settled with her thighs resting on either side of his hips, and he stared at her for a moment. Eyes locked, inches from each other and he detailed the differing flecks of brown she held with her beautiful eyes.

With a stomach that was suddenly doing somersaults, he closed the distance. Somehow this was different, it spoke of nothing to do with sexual desire or the tension that crackled above their heads like a swelling thunderstorm.

Lips met in sweet anticipation, the soft yielding that sparked the flutter of butterflies in tummies. Zeref wanted Lucy, wanted to own her body and soul, to make her his and fuck the consequences. She was the other half of him, the light to his darkness. Why did he have to find her within his lecture hall?

The raven haired male whispered his sweet nothings into the blonde's ear, made his desires more than known and she responded in kind. Took his wishes and made them a possibility, words of a potential future together sparked a flame in his well-guarded heart.

"You know, Sir, you still owe me an orgasm," Lucy purred as her fingers stroked his chest through his crisp white shirt, she poured as much sinful inflection into the title that had Zeref groaning in utter lust. His head rolled against the headrest, and the grip on her hips flexed as she slid herself against his quickly hardening cock.

"That so?" he smiled towards the ceiling.

He fisted her flowing hair into a makeshift ponytail and gave a yank until her slender throat bared in front of his face. He licked and nipped up the tender skin then dipped to place love bites on the swell of her breasts.

"Please Sir," she mewled in heated urgency.

He hummed his appreciation, "that's my good girl. Now that you've asked nicely, I want you to bend yourself over my desk and I'll give you everything you want and more."

Lucy captured his mouth in a bruising kiss, teeth tugging on his lower lip until he growled his warning to cease. In seconds she had lifted from his lap, and he missed her weight instantly. The decadent sway of her hips was mesmerising, as was the slow tilt of her body as she bent over as instructed and with an air of brattish attitude flipped her dress up and parted her legs.

Zeref sucked in through his clenched teeth. The sight of her perfect pussy so ready for him, slick with arousal and in need of his attention would have been enough to send him to his knees if he had not been seated.

It was startling and more than a little scary how quickly his fury and irritation with the girl that had caused him so much turmoil had turned on its head. She had admitted her reasoning, her annoyance at being ignored by him and whilst he was satisfied with the admission, he would surely make her pay. His revenge would be both sweet and prolonged, for that he was sure of.

He found the strength to stand, his fist enclosed around his cock whilst he stroked himself to the sight of her. Lucy watched through half-lidded eyes, her head straining to the side to keep him in view but all too soon he disappeared.

Without further preamble he pressed forward, clinging to his remaining shreds of decency as he fought down the urge to impale her to the hilt in one thrust. The arch of her back was exquisite, the way her nails fought for purchase on the sleek wooden surface and he drowned in the feel of her silky walls pulling him deep.

His patience only stretched so far, within seconds his pace was set and it was punishing. He knew she could take it, that she loved every second from how she fought to keep her verbal appraisals quiet. Zeref would have her scream her pleasure for the world to hear, but not here, not with his job hanging by a damned thread.

Every swing of his hips was urgent, each roll of his stomach precise to rip the most pleasure from the writhing blonde. His palms coasted up her sides and came to rest over her chest, fingers kneading the flesh beneath her dress as he rutted against her backside exactly as she had rutted against his hand earlier.

Lucy was raised on her tiptoes, meeting his every thrust to increase the desired friction until even their moans were in perfect unison. Her soft curves cushioned the steel-cut muscles of his body, they were two perfect puzzle pieces, made for each other in every imaginable way.

His jaw tightened, fighting his second orgasm until his perfect girl reached her own. He could sense it, the clamp of her walls tightening almost to the point of pain, fighting his every retreat and when the wave finally crashed, it was euphoric.

The blonde let her full weight slump against the solid wood, she quivered with each powerful spasm that passed through her insides and succeeded in tripping his own release. Zeref braced upon his forearms, panting heavily as he joined her in ecstasy. He kissed along her bare back, tasted the salt that mingled with her vanilla essence and muttered words of praise and encouragement as they lay unmoving.

It was over before he wanted it to be. The reality of what had transpired woke them both from the bubble they had concocted, and fear crept in. Now was the time for some weighty conversations to be had, as Zeref stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, he resolved to do everything in his power to make this work.

The look in Lucy's eyes was a mirror of his own realisations, and it made his heart soar to bear witness.

Surely they could make this work?

~.~

Six months later…

"Zeref!"

The blonde screamed, her voice shrill and broken from her pleasure.

Soft morning light blazed a perfect halo around her head, bathed her creamy skin in a warmth that still made him weak in the knees even after all this time. Zeref lay nestled in the mess of white bedsheets, gazing up at his beloved who sat perched above him with eyes still dazed from their shared orgasm.

How quickly the dynamic had shifted between these two, more often than not Lucy found herself in the position of power, although it was endlessly fun to see the look of shock cross her pretty face when he would turn the tables unexpectedly. The raven haired male knew that he was so tightly twisted around the blonde's finger that he would never come undone.

Despite this, he would often take to teasing her mercilessly. He had lost count of the number of times he had riled her to the point of almost cruelty. Never within his lecture hall, it was far too risky an endeavour, although he did have a bad habit of smirking like a demon at Lucy whilst he sat in his desk chair. Enjoying the telltale squirm as their near telepathic minds both reminisced over what she had done for him whilst he sat right here on that evening.

The raven haired male admired the soft glow of her sweat-slicked skin and marvelled for the millionth time at what was now truly his, and without fear of recrimination. It had taken time but fate had a way of ensuring that what was meant to be would not pass them by.

Zeref had meant what he said when he told the sweet Lucy that he would do anything within his power to make them work. He would not give her up for anything, and many conversations and near arguments had been had over the subject. Lucy had offered to look at transferring to a neighbouring University, but the nearest would require a lengthy commute by train each day as she did not have the inclination to learn to drive.

It was not often that he put his foot down, but this was one such occasion. He hated the idea of his girl having to spend hours on the train each day, dictated by a strict timetable and eating into the precious free time she could be spending with him. He downright abhorred the thought of Lucy having to settle into a new school, and meet new friends and staff when she had already made an abundance of close friends already.

At the core of it was jealousy, deny it all he wanted but it was there and it burned like the most infernal flame. Zeref worried that she would meet someone else, someone that was not a part of the faculty, a boy that she would not have to tiptoe around with for fear of being caught and it turned him mean.

Unaccustomed to such vicious verbal attacks from the man she had quickly come to love, Lucy had been taken aback by the onslaught that had poured from him like ferocious tidal waves. Each one hit its mark dead-on, and before she could recover another rushed to take its place. She was drowning in darkness, pulled under the surface by the snaring hands of shadows that gripped around her throat and gnashed their grisly teeth.

Once again, he knew he should stop. Zeref could clearly see the tears that flooded her lashline, the wobble of her chin as she valiantly fought down her misery. Even now she denied to let him have all the power, refused to let him see her broken and she had run for the door of his apartment.

His heart jumped to his mouth the instant her butt lifted from the sofa. He mentally chastised himself for being such an outright asshole. Lucy was trying to make them work as he had promised to, and here he was pushing her away, accusing her of things that would never be true.

The blonde's hasty retreat was intercepted at the last second. Zeref hauled her to his chest, lifting her feet from the ground and ripping her hand from the handle of the door. She had fought him, beat against the arms that encircled her waist and yelled obscenities that turned the air blue.

She had refused to look him in the eye as he blocked her against the wall, his hips pressed against her lower half to keep her in place whilst his finger had hooked under her chin to force her gaze to meet his. It broke his heart to see her beautiful brown eyes murky from tears, bloodshot and puffy and all because of him.

"I'm sorry. I am the most foolish jealous man that ever lived. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

"Jealousy? That is what caused this…? How could I ever want anyone else, but you?" she replied, her voice hoarse from swallowing past the lump in her throat.

Zeref had kissed Lucy and poured every ounce of his feeling into that one kiss. Conveyed his closely held wishes for the future, his darkest fears and above all else, his love.

When she had reciprocated, matching his urgency and pitching it into feverish dimensions he had known they were alright, everything would work out because together they could do anything. The heated exchange deepened, he needed her right now and she knew it. Zeref didn't even have to ask as she trusted him to bear her weight, legs coiling around his hips in a demand of her own.

He thanked the heavens above that she had worn a skirt on this day, which he hiked up eagerly. She was more than ready but he still took the time to turn her absolutely feral in his arms, strokes and flicks in all the right places as she tugged on his hair, pressed feverish kisses to the skin of his throat and nipped at his Adam's apple.

The moment he had sunk into her heat, the grunt of ecstatic rang endlessly inside his head. Lucy clung to him, urged him to move faster, harder and forced her way into the depths of his soul to light it up like a towering bonfire. The malicious shadows fled from her light, she chased them away with her acceptance of him.

Her body yearned for him, fought with every brutal slam of his length to deny him the right to leave. Their passion was hasty such was the fervour which had caused it, he took no mercy upon her as she trembled from her release. Only fucked her through it, never slowing to let her ease from her high, only sought to push her past her limits and break her completely. Zeref chased his release like a man possessed, gripped her fleshy thighs until he knew he would leave marks and felt the spread of her arousal track across her skin.

He roared like a mythical dragon, gave her everything as he saw stars from the orgasm that tore through him at such a blistering pace that he feared his legs would give out and send them both crashing to the floor. His resolve held out, though his limbs trembled. Zeref turned them so his back was against the wall and slowly sunk down until he held Lucy cradled within his lap.

"No more jealously," she had whispered sleepily.

"None," he promised.

Days later when the job offer had been presented from Crocus University, it had seemed serendipitous and he had jumped at it without a second of hesitation. Lucy had been sceptical and scolded him for not thoroughly checking through their offer or even attempting any negotiations. Zeref had signed on the dotted line without reading any of the details such was his desire to ensure his future with his beloved Lucy.

Luckily for him, when Lucy had taken the offer and copy of his new contract to peruse at bedtime, she had shrieked so loudly that he ran towards his bedroom with his pulse pounding in his ears. It seemed like their terms had been far more than favourable, the blonde was downright dumbfounded with his new package.

Not only was it the path to allowing for the secret relationship between student and professor to become official, but it had also been more money, far more convenient hours and technically a promotion. They had celebrated for an entire weekend, not once leaving Zeref's apartment.

Now they were finally together, the sun and the moon, bound in unity now and forever.