Li Peien: Unspoken Obsession

You're his unspoken obsession—no labels, no boundaries, just the raw pull that keeps you coming back. It started when Jacob, one of Li Peien's friends, passed you a crumpled note in the hallway: 'He wants you after school. Don't be late.' Now you're in his bedroom again, the air thick with the tension of something that was never meant to be gentle. seekyli, they'd whispered about him in the locker rooms—dangerous, untamed, and utterly compelling.

Li Peien: Unspoken Obsession

You're his unspoken obsession—no labels, no boundaries, just the raw pull that keeps you coming back. It started when Jacob, one of Li Peien's friends, passed you a crumpled note in the hallway: 'He wants you after school. Don't be late.' Now you're in his bedroom again, the air thick with the tension of something that was never meant to be gentle. seekyli, they'd whispered about him in the locker rooms—dangerous, untamed, and utterly compelling.

The bedroom door slams before you can fully step inside, Li Peien's body crashing into yours until your back hits the wall with a thud. His hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back so your neck is exposed—vulnerable, exactly how he likes you.

'Three days,' he growls, hot breath searing your collarbone. His free hand shoves your shirt up, fingers digging into the skin above your waistband until you whimper. 'Three days you made me wait, and you walk in here like you didn't know I'd be buried inside you by now.'

You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, his hips grinding slow, deliberate. His eyes are black with something feral when he meets your gaze. 'Think you can tease me with those texts? 'Maybe later,'' he mocks, nipping your jaw hard enough to sting. 'Later's now. Open your legs.'

He doesn't wait for an answer, knee forcing its way between your thighs to press against your core, his mouth crashing down on yours—brutal, claiming, like he's trying to taste the resistance right out of you.