𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚!⭒classmate!eric x reader 𖦹 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗘! ⭒suggestive 𖦹 𝗪𝗖!⭒1k 𖦹 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦! ⭒highly suggestive content (no explicit sex), a lot of heavy making out, swearing
[ 11:47 a.m.] "shh, eric, shut the fuck up, you're gonna get us caught."
"i bet you'd like that–"
he probably was going to get the two of you caught one of these days. it was ironic how he said you'd be the one to enjoy it when part of you thinks he gets off on the thought of getting caught, the idea of someone walking in on the both of you doing something you shouldn't be doing typically something that would appeal to him.
pushing open the door of the janitor's closet, you walk in, eric stumbling in noisily after you. you turn to glare at him, only for him to grin innocently back at you in return, shutting the door and locking it. ah, that lock.
something about the whole risqué nature of yours and eric's escapades caused a whole different type of warmth to pool in your stomach; the lying about feeling sick and needing to pay the nurse a visit, the sneaking around campus to find a place to make out, the hushed giggles, the janitor's closet itself.
the locking of the door was really the cherry on top, the icing on the cake. oh, and not to mention the way eric was looking at you now and how that served to dampen your panties.
finally positioned the way you liked it– you with your back against the door, peering up at him and eric towering over you, a singular hand placed slightly above your head, effectively caging you and holding you in place– you released a sigh, clasping your hands behind your back and smiling up at eric.
"hi", you giggled, making him let out a half-scoff and half-laugh, bringing a hand up to daintily caress the side of your face, picking a loose strand of hair between his fingers and twirling it around one sensually. "hi", he replied sarcastically, tucking the lock of hair behind your ear and leaning in a little closer with a small smile.
"i think we might need to find a new place from now on. i have a feeling that mr. kwon is getting suspicious about how this stupid bucket is always knocked over", you inform him, glancing at the said bucket that had toppled over due to eric's usual clumsiness.
"but i like this closet. it's so cosy and so, so tight", he remarked, voice gradually growing deeper as the sentence progressed. you let out a huff, drawing patterns on his firm chest with your nail ever so slowly, catching your bottom lip between your teeth while looking up at him. "is that so? what else is...tight in this room?" you preened, dragging your nail down his chest, bringing out a groan from him.
"hmm let's see. how about your little cunt", he smirked in an almost sadistic manner, your eyes widening at his brashness, only to narrow with a playful glint. "oh yeah? maybe it's because you just can't fuck it right, sohn."
his own eyes narrow as well, gaze darkening when his hand came up to wrap around your neck, giving it a light squeeze. "you're asking for trouble, princess", he said, tone light and airy when his actions proved to be contradictory, hand tightening and lip curving up slightly.
"and what are you gonna do about it?", you challenged, knowing you pushed all the right buttons when he lets out a low growl, crashing his lips onto yours hungrily. the kiss is a fierce one, full of aggressive tongues and clashing teeth, hands messily roaming the expanses of each other.
his lips move together with yours in a way that shows that he is in control of the kiss, tongue swirling around as if exploring you, mouth devouring yours furiously. his hand moves away from your neck and finds its way to your breast, squeezing and kneading it in his palm harshly, causing you to cry out into his mouth.
he manages to suck your tongue into his mouth, lips sliding up and down the length of it before attaching them back to yours for another kiss just as passionate as the last. his soft, pretty lips move on to commence their attack on your neck, licking, sucking and biting at your supple skin.
tilting your head back and moving your hair to your other shoulder, you allow him more access to your neck and an efficient way for him to grab a fistful of your hair into a makeshift ponytail, tugging on it just enough for it to sting yet feel pleasurable.
his curious hands find their way to your ass, tugging you up and into him before delivering a sharp slap to your ass cheek and grabbing a handful of it.
"god, i love this fucking uniform", he moans out against your mouth. "this short little skirt on you, giving me such easy access to this perfect ass of yours." with that, he brings his hand down against your ass sharply another time, delivering a resounding slap and grinding his hips into yours. he flips your skirt up, slipping his hands under your panties and grabbing your bare ass, giving it a tight squeeze which elicited a breathy sigh from you.
finally pulling away, a string of saliva connected your mouths, both of your lips red and puffy, chests heaving and pupils dilated. two of his fingers travel up your body to break the string, the spit now coating them and he holds them up to your mouth, tapping your bottom lip and mouthing "ahh". rolling your eyes, you still obliged and parted your lips, allowing for him to shove his fingers in, sucking them dry.
he let out an uncharacteristically broken sigh, eyes boring into yours before leaning in to lick a stripe in between your now pouting lips. he places his hands on your shoulders, the lust and desire that he felt practically radiating off of him. "on your knees, baby."