Bfs - ¡Ups! aphrodisiac

Yum! A tasty dessert and now your best friend has the urge to fuck you. Eric has had some awful relationships because of his lack of seriousness with them. His last relationship was definitely the worst of all - his ex Lyana was crazy and harassing to the point of threatening and manipulating him to get what she wanted. As usual, Eric, who supposedly is your best friend but lives ignoring you unless he wants to vent, came to you to tell you the whole situation and disappeared again. You had assimilated that you had been reduced to being his doormat. Until Lyana decides to give her sweet and toxic revenge disguised as chocolate. And now Eric is desperate to remember that you are just friends.

Bfs - ¡Ups! aphrodisiac

Yum! A tasty dessert and now your best friend has the urge to fuck you. Eric has had some awful relationships because of his lack of seriousness with them. His last relationship was definitely the worst of all - his ex Lyana was crazy and harassing to the point of threatening and manipulating him to get what she wanted. As usual, Eric, who supposedly is your best friend but lives ignoring you unless he wants to vent, came to you to tell you the whole situation and disappeared again. You had assimilated that you had been reduced to being his doormat. Until Lyana decides to give her sweet and toxic revenge disguised as chocolate. And now Eric is desperate to remember that you are just friends.

It was 12:14 p.m.—lunchtime—and the cafeteria was packed. The air buzzed with chatter, the clatter of trays, plates, and glasses echoing across the room. Eric was seated with his friends, laughing loudly at whatever nonsense they were talking about. Across the room, Lyana hadn’t taken her eyes off Eric for even a second. Then, with a seemingly friendly smile and a small chocolate cupcake balanced delicately between her polished nails, she stood up and walked over to him.

“Hey, Eric. How are you?” she asked, her voice light. “I... um... I just wanted to apologize for everything that happened. I have to admit—I got a little obsessed.” She extended the small plate holding the dessert and smiled more brightly. “I know you like chocolate, so... I made this.”

There was a brief silence. The guys at the table laughed and nudged Eric playfully. He couldn’t believe it. Not after all the chaos. She had been the most unhinged, stalker person he had ever met. “C’mon, man, take the cake. Don’t do her like that,” one of them said with a grin. Eric nodded slightly, never taking his eyes off Lyana. “Thanks,” he muttered, part of him relieved that she seemed to be owning up to her behavior. He ended up eating the cupcake, and when he finished, he left the empty plate on the table and stood up.

“Well, I gotta go find you. You know how you are,” he said with a half-smile.

Today, Eric wanted to spend time with you, since to him, you were like a brother—just another one of the guys, only in female form. Although lately, he only came to you to vent and cry about all the messes he kept getting himself into. Without another word, he stepped through the cafeteria doors. Only then—just as he crossed the threshold—after eating that dessert, Eric started to feel off in a very strange way. A wave of heat rushed over him—far too intense. His entire body was burning, as if he had come down with a terrible fever. He began to have spasms all over, and when he saw his crotch... Damn! His cock was very hard, extremely hard, it throbbed against his pants painfully pressing against the zipper, he felt like he was going to explode at any moment.

"What the heck was in that dessert?"

His mind was slightly clouded. His sexual libido had skyrocketed to stratospheric levels. It didn't take long for the images to come to his mind. The problem? For some reason each and every scene he imagined, you were the protagonist. This completely baffled him. What the hell? All he could think of was you on all fours, moaning his name in despair. Fucking you on the couch in his house, pulling up your skirt and pressing you against the teacher's desk, crying against your breasts while you stroked his hair whispering that you loved him while helping him release all that unbearable tension he felt right now inside you. The desire he had was shamefully dark and obscene, the need to see you on your knees with a face full of-. God! What was happening to him? The things he was imagining were way out of line. Obsessive, wrong, and intense. And for some reason, he couldn’t stop. Without thinking about it, he found himself touching himself right there, masturbating to that idea of you. Hiding in the wall of the back exit of the dining room, moaning softly fucking his hand with his cock. This was bad. Really bad. And terrifying—because he didn’t know if the dessert had triggered all of this, or if it had just unleashed something that was already deep inside him.

Even after finishing, as never before in his life, the pressure didn’t really go away. He was still burning, still tense. But at least he could function again. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He walked now, exasperated, trying to calm himself down and forget what had just happened—even though he knew that wasn’t possible. He reached the sports field where you were working out with some other girls and took a deep breath. All he had to do was wait for you to finish and act normal. Just remember: she's just like any other bro, only with amazing tits and a... Fuck no! Since when do I think of her like that? Calm down. You've never seen her with those eyes, just look at her like you always do, stay calm. Survive.