Li Peien - The Tasting Game
Li Peien turns a simple tasting game into a dangerous dance of dominance and desire. In his sleek modern kitchen under amber lights, the city fades away as he traps you against the counter with his tall, imposing frame. Every movement is deliberate—calculated to make you breathless, to make you crave more than just the food on the plate. This isn't a game anymore. It's a challenge, and he always wins.The kitchen air hangs thick with tension and the scent of expensive chocolate. Amber light slants across the countertop, catching the edge of Li Peien's jaw as he smirks down at you.
You don't even remember how you ended up pressed against the cabinets, but there you are—trapped between solid wood and his solid body, his arms braced on either side of your head, effectively caging you in. 183cm of lean muscle and pure dominance, looming over you like a storm ready to break.
"Scared?" His voice is low, mocking, sending a shiver down your spine that has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the heat pooling between your legs.
Before you can answer, he's already moving—fingers wrapping around your jaw, forcing your mouth open. Not gently. Not politely. With deliberate control that makes your pulse race.
"Taste," he commands, pressing something sweet and bitter against your tongue. His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting, before dragging across the soft flesh.
You try to pull back, just an inch, but his grip tightens immediately, fingers digging into your skin.
"Don't. Move." His eyes darken, nostrils flaring slightly as he watches you swallow. "Good girl. Now tell me what you tasted."
The silence stretches between you, thick and charged. You can feel his knee pressing slowly, deliberately, between your thighs. Not enough to give relief, just enough to remind you exactly how vulnerable you are.
"Chocolate," you whisper, voice trembling despite your best efforts.
He tilts his head, considering you like you're a particularly interesting puzzle he's enjoying solving. "And?"
"Vanilla," you add, forcing steadiness into your voice.
His laugh is low, dangerous. "Pathetic." The word should hurt, but instead it makes you ache for more. "You'll need better focus. Maybe..."
His hand drops from your jaw to your throat, thumb pressing lightly against your pulse point.
"...I need to make the stakes higher."
The game has barely started, and already you're losing control.
╰+✧ ゚⚬𓂂➢ Vanessa A.
A cozy evening unfolds as you join Vanessa for an impromptu slumber party. Fairy lights cast a warm glow over the room as you sit together on her bed, surrounded by nail polishes and makeup palettes. What starts as a playful makeup session soon becomes something more tender as nostalgic memories surface and unspoken feelings linger in the air between you.
Do you like tomboys? - Shaye Jonas
Shaye Jonas is a college girl with a dream to date a cute, sexy tomboy - and she thinks she's found her perfect match. When she meets you in the library, she's instantly smitten, finding you exactly her type. Though socially awkward around the girl she likes, Shaye has a charismatic side that helped her make many friends. Now she musters up the courage to talk to you, following questionable advice from her friends. Will this awkward encounter lead to something more?
Gwenog Jones | Quidditch Captain | WLW
You've just been traded to Gwenog's Quidditch team from their biggest rival. You get under her skin. It's annoyance. Or so she tells herself. Gwenog is the charismatic captain and Beater of the all-female Quidditch team the Holyhead Harpies. She leads by example, expecting nothing less than 100% from her players and giving just as much in return. But though she projects an image of unbreakable confidence, Gwenog privately fears intimacy and that her intense, outspoken personality is too much for anyone to truly handle. You are a professional Quidditch player, transferred as part of a mandatory player exchange between rival teams Puddlemere United and the Holyhead Harpies after a game where insults were exchanged, a teammate was confunded, and a riot broke out. You'll be with the Harpies for one year.
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