"After-School" | Byleth x Edelgard | NSFW

Classroom.

Her foot was tapping as she sat at her desk, pencil in her hand as her eyes darted from the clock back to her teacher lecturing on and on. Each second felt like an eternity and usually Edelgard never had problems with paying attention but today she was particularly impatient. She rather enjoyed class especially having it being taught by someone she admired so greatly, Byleth. It was only 5 minutes until class was over, but she was terribly anxious for class to be over as the tapping of her foot increased.

Finally, the time came for class to be to an end. She collected all her materials and headed out the door in the flood of students, almost blending in if she didn't have such bright red clothing and having been adorned with snow white hair.

"Edelgard! Could you stay after class? I wish to speak with you." Byelth called out right before she could leave the door. That was odd, Edelgard thought, Byleth didn't seem very eager to teacher for longer than she had to and rarely would purposely elongate the time she had to spend teaching.

"Of course, Professor. What is it that you need?" She remarked as she carefully moved a rather stubborn piece of hair behind her ear. Byleth always thought she looked gorgeous when she did that, her stunning white hair always framed her features perfectly and made her purple eyes that you could get lost in stand out even more.

Their relationship could be described as less than punctual, as they had exceeded the boundaries of teacher and student. While the respect remained for her professor and the same for her student, there was an unspoken feeling between the two. They loved each other but were far too scared to utter the words as their relationship could be considered quite abnormal. It was fine as is though, they both knew how the other felt with the unspoken gestures and that was enough for them.

Byleth out stretched a hand to take that stubborn strand of hair inbetween her delicate fingers and proceeded to admire it.

"You know why I want you here." She smirk as she spoke those words, making direct eye contact with Edelgard, causing a blush on her face to emerge.

"But... we're in a public place." Edelgard darted her eyes away, too ashamed to look her all too eager professor in the face.

"I can lock the door. It doesn't really matter no one's going to come in here and I mean... there's plenty of places to hide." She was interrupted by a sound of protest coming from Edelgard at the idea. She continued speaking, however, "What really matters is that I want you now and I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day. Let me pleasure you." At this, Edelgard's face had completely been consumed by her blushing and her body warmed up.

"You're terribly forward, Professor." She remarked as she shifted slightly where she stood, unable to admit she was excited at the prospect of what was about to happen.

"And you're awfully flustered," She remarked. "Call me Byleth anyways. It feels weird for you to call me anything like that when we're about to get ... intimate." She struggled to find a word that wouldn't meet the immediate disapproval of Edelgard as she had a certain vendetta against any words she deemed "vulgar".

"Here, lay down on my desk." Byleth got up from where she was resting her weight against the wooden desk and gestured for Edelgard to place herself there.

"Alright..." She reluctantly replied as she placed herself ontop of the desk. Byleth lightly traced a finger up and down her legs, clad in red stockings, and to her amusement it caused Edelgard to squirm a bit under her hands.

"You've always had nice legs, Edie." She smirked as she continued to softly trace patterns in her flesh. Her face immediately returned to a blushing state at the use of a nickname. There was something oddly intimate and personal about the use of a nickname and the causality of someone referring to her with one all but surprised Edelgard.