Maka slammed the door to her house as she pressed the heel of her hand beneath her eyes. She made her way up the stairs to her bedroom, not hearing the greeting her butler gave her nor noticing the way his eyes concernly traced her ascent. Her mind wasn't really focused on the present; instead it was focused on the words one of her classmates had said to her. She was being ridiculous by being so hurt about it and she knew it. However, at the same time, she had an inkling that her emotions were validated given the situation.
Tiny tits.
The two simple words had haunted her throughout her life after years of hearing the insult from various others of the male species. They were also the same two words the boy in her class had called her and it struck a nerve within that refused to leave. Unlike the past times, however, when she had promptly retaliated with a book to the head, she had bit her tongue and tried her hardest to hold back the tears that stung her eyes. For the rest of the day, she had done well — her younger self would have given her props for it. She had kept her response under control and laughed alongside her friends like everything was normal, like nothing had been said to her. It wasn't until she was sitting in her car driving home that she finally let herself go.
Her tears had come out hot and strong as they streamed down her cheeks, and her head had started pounding almost as quickly as they had started. She really shouldn't have allowed one boy's feeble, unoriginal insult affect her so much, but it did. It stung her heart along with her already damaged beyond repair ego. Maka was fully aware that her chest wasn't the biggest or that wasn't the most attractive girl in the world because of it, but that should have mattered.
It didn't matter to her so why did others care?
Because, she thought, no one likes looking at a girl who's flat chested. Reminds them of a middle schooler. Who would want to date someone who looked like jailbait?
The thought only brought on more tears as she turned the knob to her bedroom and silently entered. As she continuously sobbed, she leaned against the hardwood door and slowly slid down the surface until her rear hit carpet. Her voice came out in short hiccups as she released the pain she had been holding in all day. It was stupid — she knew it was — but the pain she felt was real. So many years of boys teasing her because of her young looks and small chest had finally pushed her over the edge.
Why couldn't she be the pretty girl for once? Why wasn't she the one the boys fawned over?
Curse her mother and father for giving birth to a girl who wasn't as attractive as the others; to a girl who was gifted with brains rather than beauty.
Maka picked herself off the floor and walked toward her bed. Grabbing one of the pillows near the headboard, she unceremoniously fell on top and curled her body into itself. She pressed the soft material against her face and quietly wept the leftover tears from earlier into it. Her heart ached and her head throbbed; she wanted nothing more than to be left alone for the rest of the day. Maybe sleep would come easy to her in a few hours once the pain had passed, but one could only hope.
Maybe in the morning she would feel better about herself, but for now, she wanted to wallow in her own self pity.
Minutes or hours had passed — she wasn't keeping track of the time — before there was a small knock on her bedroom door. It took several more knocks before she finally responded.
"Go away." Her voice was scratchy and irritable from how much she had cried, but she didn't care. She hoped it would help to prove her point even more to the person on the other side. "I want to be alone."
"Maka," came her butler's voice. It was lower than normal, as if he were trying to sooth a wailing baby, which did make sense. The entire situation made her feel like a weak infant who couldn't even defend herself. Someone who needed others to fight her battles for her. Someone who was weak and pitiful. "I know that's a lie."
He was right, but she didn't want him to know that.
"Soul, just leave me alone."
She was able to perfectly predict how he looked behind the door without actually seeing him.
He was probably slumped over, head leaning against the door, and a long sigh escaping through his lips. They had secretly been dating for only a few months, but she knew him better than she knew herself. Her butler was the only man she had ever truly loved, the only one who had caught her attention the way he did. It was always him her eyes focused on when she walked in a room; there would always be other people around, but she always trained her eyes on him, staring at him from across the room as he worked.
Soul wasn't like the other men she had known during her lifetime. He wasn't the type to cheat on her or ridicule her because of the way she looked.
He was a perfect gentleman.
The latch in the door slowly clicked out of place and she heard the bottom of the wood scrape against her carpet as Soul cracked it open.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
Maka buried her face back deeper into the pillow which caused her voice to come out muffled as she bit out, "not like I can stop you now."
She heard him close the door as he entered the room, his footsteps were soft on the carpet as he walked across it toward her, and she felt the small dip on the bed as he sat down behind her. However, he chose not to speak right away.
The ticking from the clock on her nightstand pounded in her ears as she waited for him to say something, anything. It irked her not knowing what he was thinking. He had come into her room for a reason, so why was he biding his time? Didn't the stupid butler have other things to do around the house that didn't revolve around him being in her room? Wasn't he worried about his job?
After a while, she finally broke the silence. Removing her face from the pillow, she asked, "well, are you going to say something or not? I'm sure papa gave you a list of chores to do today."
He sighed. "I was actually waiting for you to say something."
"You're the one who came to my room uninvited."
Turning slightly to stare at him, her forest green eyes met his deep burgundy ones, and she immediately lost her track of mind. She always found it easy to get lost in them, forget her problems like they had happened years ago rather than recently. The words her classmate had said to her slowly started to fade from her and were replaced with thoughts of only him. Of Soul's mouth hovering inches above her body, his tongue tasting every portion of her as he went, and his warm hands slowly trailing up her smooth skin. Shivers ran up her spine and small warmth started to spread from core to the rest of her.
Sometimes she enjoyed his ability to make her forget but other times she despised it. There were times when she wanted to be angry for a while longer rather than feel the love she felt for the man as it boiled in her belly.
When he spoke next, her small trance was broken and the memories of what had happened that day came flooding back. The anger started to run through her blood once again, and she had to fight the urge to force the man out of her room.
That wouldn't help her situation and would only make him want to try harder with her. That was the price she paid for dating someone who was just as stubborn as she was.
"Why are your eyes red?" he asked.
Maka quickly turned her face away from him and glared at a spot across her room, lips pursed out. "They aren't red, they're green. It's your eyes that are red, idiot."
She heard him sigh once again, and the bed creaked as he laid down. "That isn't what I meant and you know it." There was a pause. "Can you please tell me what's wrong?"
Taking a while to answer, she debated with herself whether it was a good idea or not to tell him. On the one hand, he would sense her stress and try to comfort her with hugs and kisses, but did she really want that? A part of her did and another part of her didn't. The tricky part was trying to decide which part was stronger at the moment. Then on the other hand, he would want to find out who the boy was and probably beat the ever living shit out of him…
Her best bet was definitely the first option, but at the same time she wasn't ready for it. So she did what she did best: she prolonged the inevitable.
"It's nothing. You'll only think it's something stupid to be upset about… really just forget you saw anything."
The bedsheets rustled as he moved onto his side and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. Heat crawled along her skin at his touch and her lower abdomen started to stir with a mixture of lust and desire. She hated the effect he had on her body. The way her stomach clenched and her heart pounded against her chest when he was near grated her, but it was splendid at the same time. Her body's reaction was a gentle reminder that he was real — they were real — and that the way she felt about him was most definitely real.
He gave her shoulder a nice squeeze before speaking again. "I won't think it's stupid because it's you, and you aren't stupid. Something made you so upset that you came home crying and I wanna know what it was. Please tell me, Maka."
After several seconds she whispered out, "a boy at the college called me tiny tits."
Waiting for his response was the hard part. Her reason sounded stupid even to her once she said it outloud, and even her reaction to the situation was idiotic now that she thought about it. She was a strong girl, so why did she allow the insult to hurt her so much?
You know why, the voice in her head whispered. You know the reason and it's a very valid one.
"Maka, that's not something you should—"
"No," she sobbed out. "I know what you're going to say, but you don't understand. I was called tiny tits all throughout high school, and I had hoped that maybe the boys in college would be a little more mature." She paused to take in a shaky breath. "But apparently I was wrong. Just for once in my life I would like to be the pretty girl who all the boys want but could never have. That's all I've ever wanted, but instead I'm the girl who no boy wants because she has a chest that doesn't fit to par with their standards. My looks are so childish that everyone just passes over me. Who would want to be with a nineteen year old girl who looks twelve? I hate it, Soul. I really do."
She rolled over onto her back to stare up at him. Seeing the small glimmer of hurt in his eyes pained her; it meant her own words had struck a chord in him. They weren't meant to hurt her precious butler, actually she hadn't even thought about the effect they would have on him. It was said as a result of being angry and hurt than anything else.
"I mean I know you want me, but that doesn't really cover everyone else. I know it should, but… it's difficult," she whispered as she gently stroked her fingers along the side of his face. "It would just be nice to be the girl everyone noticed because she was naturally beautiful for once."
Soul's smile was soft as he slowly shook his head. "To tell the truth that wasn't what I was focused on. It was more the fact that you think absolutely no one likes your chest."
He leaned in closer to her face and Maka had to catch her breath due to the intensity of his eyes. They were almost predatory as he stared at her, like he was a lion and she was the large slab of meat left out for him to devour. Her heart skipped a beat, and she felt the warm liquid in her lower abdomen as it started to boil; tingles shot up from her fingertips and crawled along the skin of her arm. Everything about the situation mader her both nervous and excited. In the back of her brain, she had an inkling of what was to come, but didn't want to jump the gun too soon.
Although, he rarely ever looked at her with so much lust and love where it ended with a simple handshake.
"I hate seeing you like this. Those boys don't deserve you if your only worth to them is based on the size of your damn chest."
He gently placed the palm of his hand near the side of her head to lean on it while the other pressed a thumb to her cheek and rubbed slow circles on the skin. Maka felt herself calm down as the anger from earlier subsided and her only focus was on him. Her thoughts were replaced with only ones of the man she loved and desperately needed, the one who knew her faults but loved her anyways. No amount of chocolate or sappy romantic comedy was capable of making her pain disappear like him; in that moment he was the only one she need.
"I love you so much and you deserve to be treated with so much more respect than what's been given to you in the past years. I hate that you…" he trailed off.
The butler placed his forehead on hers. "I hate that you have a negative view on yourself because you aren't ugly, and you definitely don't look like a twelve year old girl. You're a beautiful woman, Maka Albarn, and I love you — all of you."
"Soul—"
Her words were cut short as he lightly placed his mouth on hers. Taking her bottom lip between his, he sucked and rolled his teeth along the flesh eliciting a small moan from her. Warmth spread throughout her body and desire shot from her stomach down to her entrance as she wound her hands through his hair to tug him closer. A small flick of her tongue and his lips parted to grant her entrance.
Swirling and pressing her tongue against his she relished in the small moans and grunts of approval from him. She was only vaguely aware of him moving his position so that his knees were settled between her legs. Her mind was too consumed with how he tasted to really care; there were only thoughts of him and the way his tongue pushed hers back, entering her own mouth.
Lust flowed down her throat as the muscle curled down against her own. As luck had it, she found the perfect man who knew exactly how to use his tongue in more ways than one. It swirled around in her mouth, sliding out then back in to flick against her tongue. The lust from earlier spread across her chest and she dug her nails into his scalp. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and that she was ready to combust any minute. She felt the smile tug at the corners of his mouth as she moaned into it.
Holding himself proved to be tiresome as she felt him collapse on top of her, and his erection pressed against her lower abdomen. However, she didn't have time to twirl the thought of his cock around in her mind as he broke their kiss. Maka glared at him, but wasn't given an answer to why he was staring at her. Instead, her answer came in the form of his fingers toying with the buttons on her blouse. A simple nod from her was all he needed and Soul slowly — painstakingly slow — unbuttoned the garment.
As his hands worked the buttons, Soul leaned down to kiss the outline of her collarbones. She reluctantly sighed in relief as his hands ghosted along the edge of her breasts as they went, and once he reached the final button, he pulled her top away from her skin to reveal her bare chest. His mouth continued to leave warm kisses along her skin while his hands hotly traveled up her sides. Her skin felt like it was on fire as he worked her body, tracing the sides of her breasts before covering them completely.
She arched into his touch, releasing a small gasp at the sensation as she rubbed her thighs together. The moisture that was steadily gathering there along with the way her core clenched at his touch caused her desire to be satisfied to increase within her. Threading her hands in Soul's hair, she removed him from herself and stared into his deep crimson eyes.
Moving her legs so that she was the one straddling him, she bucked her hips up to meet his, slowly rubbing herself against his erection. "I need you," she whispered.
He groaned but lightly shook his head. "S'not time yet," he breathed out.
Noting the desperation and desire oozing from his voice, she furrowed her brows together. "Isn't that what you want?"
"It's not about what I want right now." He gave her one of his infamous seductive lopsided grins that made her heart flutter and heat crawl up her inner thighs. "Haven't you learned anything, mistress?"
Soul leaned down to kiss the skin beneath her jaw, lightly biting it between his teeth before releasing it to kiss the red spot. She whimpered and felt the elation radiate off his body because of it prompting her to softly slap his arm for it.
"I thought it was always about me satisfying your needs, Miss Albarn," he drawled out. Her cheeks warmed as he said her surname in his silky smooth voice that left goosebumps on her skin.
"Which is why I'm telling you that I need you to take that tongue of yours and get to work on other parts of my body," she growled out.
Lowly chuckling, he moved up to her ear to breath out, "in due time."
His fingertips ghosted along her stomach, leaving small chills in their wake, before grasping a breast and gently squeezing. "There are other matters that need attending to first."
She didn't miss the smug grin plastered on his face as he moved back down to her collarbone, but she wasn't able to chide him as his tongue licked up her pert nipple. The small whimper that escaped couldn't be helped as he placed his entire mouth over her breast. His tongue flicked, licked, and twirled around her nipple as Maka threaded her fingers through his hair. She closed her eyes and allowed her mind to get lost in him, clouding over with lust as it focused on his tongue. Chills ran down her spine as his sharp teeth gently bit into her flesh, scraping along it as he released her from his mouth.
Maka couldn't remember the last time he had paid so much attention to her breasts as he started to suck on the skin around the one he had his in mouth. His other hand started to squeeze the other one, tugging on her nipple as it slowly started to harden under his touch. Her body felt like it was on fire as her core clenched and she quietly moaned out his name; his tender love bites were cool on her flesh and his small kisses on the reddened skin sent her body squirming underneath him.
"Soul," she moaned out as her back arched into him after a particularly pleasure inducing love bite.
His chuckle at her actions vibrated on her body and she wanted to hit him, but chose to wind her hands through his hair instead. Pressing him harder to her chest, Soul suckled on her nipple; his mouth taking it and gently pulling before releasing it with a loud wet noise that drove her wild. He stared up at her with lust filled eyes and a small smirk playing along the corners of his mouth. As he licked the side of her breast, she gasped and rose her hips off the bed, feeling his erection as it rubbed against her core.
"Ah fuck," he groaned out.
"What's the matter? Distracted by other things?" She raised her hips once again to emphasize her point and giggled when his face screwed up in slight pleasure.
"Fucking minx. Can't even let me be in control for five minutes."
"Then be a good little butler and take care of both our problems," she growled out.
However the gleam in Soul's eyes told her he wasn't going to listen.
"And why should I when I have you squirming underneath me right now?"
She threw head back and cried as he covered her nipple with his mouth and lightly bit down on it. Shivers ran up her spine, the hot liquid in her stomach bubbled, and her core pulsed with desire. Fuck did she need him, no matter how much she enjoyed the attention he was giving to her.
"Soul, please," she cried.
Moving up to come level with her, he kissed her nose, her eyes, and her lips before staring down at her. "Promise me one thing first."
Her brows knitted together in confusion, worried about the proposition he was about to lay out on her. "What?"
"Promise me you won't listen to any of those assholes again because your breasts are perfect just the way they are." He rest one hand over a breast. "Just a handful, that's all I need."
She smiled at the implication of his words and the reason behind his actions flashed in her mind. Soul wasn't only an amazing butler, but also a wonderful boyfriend. Wrapping her arms around his neck and threading a hand through his hair, she pulled him down to chastely kiss him and smiled against his lips.
"You're wonderful, you know that?" she whispered, her breath coating his face with warmth.
"Don't worry, I did."
She giggled as she imagined the blush that was threatening his face at that very moment. No matter how much Soul liked to pretend he was a cool guy, he was anything but that. Even when it came to her, he still blushed like a madman when his attempts at being suave either worked or fumbled up.
"Do you promise, though?"
Maka nodded. "I promise."
"Good because those idiots don't know what they're missing out on when it comes to you. Now let's take care of your other problem."
His warm, large hand stroked down her stomach leaving goosebumps along her flesh and found its way beneath her underwear and skirt. She gasped as he pressed a finger to her clit while another stroked her folds, spreading the moisture around.
"God you're wet," he breathed out. She sensed the excitement and arousal in his voice as he spoke and her stomach churned with anticipation.
However, his hand didn't remain as he promptly removed it to bring it up to his mouth and licked off the glistening moisture there. She grunted her disapproval and pressed her knee on his side. Soul smiled and leaned in closer to her.
"You are the most impatient woman in the world, you know that?"
"Well if you would do what I wanted you to, I wouldn't be."
He only shook his head and kissed her neck, sucking and biting on her heated flesh as she moaned out. It was torturous what he did to her — teasing her and refusing to give her what she wanted — but she loved it all the same. They usually played that game, trying to see how long they could go by teasing the other and arousing each other before one of them caved, and it was a wonderful game.
His kisses left white hot marks on her skin as he made his way down to the waistband of her skirt. He sat up on his knees and in one quick move, her legs were placed onto his shoulders as his hands started to rid her of her clothes. They stared at each other as he slipped her skirt and underwear down her long legs, never breaking it until her clothes were past her feet. Removing her legs from his shoulder of her own free will and placing them on either side of his body, she spread them up to reveal herself. Desire, want, and love boiled up in her as he stared at her entrance with a hungry, predatory glance.
Raising her hips off the bed, she bit down on her lip to stifle the giggle as his eyes bulged. "Like what you see?"
Glancing up at her, he smirked. "Fucking minx," he said before laying a small kiss on the side of her knee.
Soul made his way slowly down her leg, laying kisses on her skin as he went and never breaking eye contact with her. Her breath caught in her throat as he grew closer to her core, the warm liquid in her belly spreading throughout her body. The anticipation and want to rip his clothes off and did him until she orgasmed was strong. It had been weeks since they last had sex and all of the foreplay was too much. She needed him here and now; she needed him to thrust into her until her mind grew blank and all that was left was the lust and love she felt for him.
But she resisted that urge as he finally reached the end of her leg.
He bit down on her thigh before positioning his face in front of her entrance. Kissing her heat, he smirked up at her as he licked his lips, and with one smooth flick of his tongue, Maka was in heaven. She threw her head back against the pillow and moaned out loud, spreading her legs further apart so that the man had more access to her. Her mind grew fuzzy as Soul placed a finger within her and slowly started to move in and out; he sucked her clit and his tongue gently pressed against it with each of his motions. Biting down on her lip, she threaded her fingers through his hair and arched her hips up as he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
She loved the man between her legs and the things he did to her, both sexually and romantically. Never in her wildest dreams did she think her butler would turn out to be her boyfriend, yet there they were. Soul, the man who was only meant to be hired help around the house, helped her with so many of her own sexual desires and there was nothing else she wanted.
