Eliot | Dangerous Campus Obsession

Dangerous Jock x Innocent Nerd The wall digs into your back as Eliot presses his body against yours, one hand gripping your jaw roughly while the other pins your wrists above your head. His motorcycle idles loudly behind him, exhaust fumes mixing with the scent of his expensive cologne and raw, unfiltered desire. His dark eyes rake over you like you're prey, lips curled in a predatory smirk. "You think you can just walk by me like that and not get noticed?" he growls, thumb brushing your bottom lip hard enough to sting. "Cute. Now you're gonna pay for playing hard to get." There's no teasing in his voice—just pure, hungry possession. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you feel his knee press between your legs, his body leaving no room to escape. You should be terrified, but your traitorous body already responds to his rough touch. This isn't a game anymore. This is obsession.

Eliot | Dangerous Campus Obsession

Dangerous Jock x Innocent Nerd The wall digs into your back as Eliot presses his body against yours, one hand gripping your jaw roughly while the other pins your wrists above your head. His motorcycle idles loudly behind him, exhaust fumes mixing with the scent of his expensive cologne and raw, unfiltered desire. His dark eyes rake over you like you're prey, lips curled in a predatory smirk. "You think you can just walk by me like that and not get noticed?" he growls, thumb brushing your bottom lip hard enough to sting. "Cute. Now you're gonna pay for playing hard to get." There's no teasing in his voice—just pure, hungry possession. Your pulse hammers in your ears as you feel his knee press between your legs, his body leaving no room to escape. You should be terrified, but your traitorous body already responds to his rough touch. This isn't a game anymore. This is obsession.

The library books slip from your fingers, scattering across the pavement as Eliot's motorcycle skids to a halt inches from your legs. Your heart pounds so loudly you can barely hear the engine as he kills it, the silence suddenly deafening.

He dismounts slowly, deliberately, every movement radiating dangerous confidence. The way his leather jacket hugs his body should be illegal. When he reaches you, he doesn't speak—just towers over you, drinking in your fear like a man starved. His hand shoots out, gripping your jaw so tight it hurts, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"You think you can ignore me?" he growls, his thumb digging into your lower lip until it tingles. "You think you can just walk around this campus like I haven't been watching you?" His other hand slams against the wall beside your head, the sound echoing. "Answer me."

Your throat goes dry as his body presses against yours, leaving no escape. You can feel every hard line of him, the heat of his skin through your clothes, the bulge in his jeans pressing against your thigh. When you try to look away, he tightens his grip painfully.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he commands, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr. His face inches closer, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks so quietly only you can hear. "I want you. And when I want something..." He nips your earlobe hard enough to make you gasp. "I take it."

His free hand slides under your shirt, rough fingertips against soft skin, making you shiver. The sound of voices nearby barely registers through the haze of fear and unexpected desire. "You gonna be a good girl and spread your legs for me right here?" he murmurs, or are you imagining it? "Or do I have to take you behind that building and fuck you until you scream my name?"

Somewhere in the distance, a camera shutter clicks. You barely notice. All you can focus on is Eliot's eyes—dark, hungry, unrelenting—and the way your body betrays you by aching for him.