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you were on cleaning duty for your class today, and you just about finished cleaning your classroom. all else that was left to do was wipe the desks.
it was getting pretty late, around sunset by then. you were on the last few desks to wipe clean and you almost gave up due to the soreness of your dominant arm.
“need some help?”
a cheery, boyish voice startled you to straighten your slouched back and cause your head to turn all over.
“hehe, out here. sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” a tall, ginger boy stood out of the corridor and entered your classroom.
“you scared me for a second.” you couldn’t help but giggle at your own reaction. “training again?”
“as always.” he gleamed.
students don’t usually stay at school past sunset. unless they’re part of sports, academics, talent teams, and the student council, where you have to stay at school for a few extra hours because of training and meetings.
you, as president of the student council, have to attend countless meetings all on the same day at different times, making it difficult for you to get home before sundown. it didn’t help that you were on cleaning duty on that day too.
childe, on the other hand, was exceptionally great at taekwondo, making him captain of the school’s taekwondo team. naturally as a captain, he’d stay overtime at school due to endless day to day meetings and training sessions. not that he seems to mind — he always manages to come on top anyway.
“did your training finish early? it looks like you’ve already taken a shower.” you pointed out. and with that observation you began to stare.
his damp, messy hair, his toned abs and muscles that can be seen from the black fitting shirt he was wearing, his sharp jawline and collarbones, his—
“like what you see?”
his teasingly seductive voice snaps you back to reality. you hadn’t realized that you’ve been eyeing him from head to toe for quite a while, in which you turn around and continue wiping the desks to avoid his gaze.
“hey now, i didn’t say it was a bad thing.” he says as he reaches for your hand that’s holding a dirty piece of cloth, while his other snakes around your waist.
you turn around, wide eyed by his touchy actions. “what are you—!”
your words were cut off when he put his lips on top of yours the second your whole body was facing towards him.
you didn’t know what to do, yet for him it seemed like he knew exactly what to do and how to do it.
you tried uttering words out of your mouth which he simply muffled by reclaiming your lips. he took your opened mouth as an opportunity to slide his tongue against yours and twist and tangle them.
he then let go of your one hand and placed both of his hands by your waist, pulling you upwards for you to sit on the desk.
the kiss was getting more and more intense by the minute; his one hand was grazing your thigh while the other was softly caressing your waist, reassuring you and relaxing you from your stiffness.
you finally gave into the kiss and melted in his touch, wrapping your hands around his neck and playing with his little baby hairs.
you can feel his lips tug upwards into a smile against yours. despite the sexual tension due to your little make out session with him, he was still cute and gentle.
his lips parted with yours and you couldn’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. right when you gave into it, he stopped.
or so you thought he did.
he brought his lips to your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine with his low voice.
“keep your voice down, okay? we can’t have anyone walking in on us like this.”
his lips then trailed down to your neck, traveling up and down that small area of skin leaving nibbles and licks along the way.
he then knew he hit your sweet spot when your lips let out a soft moan. he smirked against your skin and began sucking, licking, and lightly biting that spot.
you tried your best to make as little noise as possible, whining and mumbling incoherent words while childe was pleasuring you.
he stopped after a few minutes, and you felt like you were on edge the minute his lips parted from your neck.
he carried you down from the desk and had to hold you for a bit so you could regain your balance. that white boy really got you weak on your knees, huh?
he brought his thumb to the bottom of your lips and wiped them gently.
“i’ll text you when i’m done doing my homework so i could do you next, ‘kay?”