Zi Yu | Forbidden Transit
"That sweet expression of yours... it's driving me crazy." In which a crowded morning train becomes the stage for dangerous desire when Zi Yu decides you've teased him long enough. The campus golden boy's facade cracks, revealing the possessive beast beneath as bodies collide and boundaries dissolve in the suffocating heat between you.The train lurches forward, sending a wave of bodies crashing against each other. You're already pressed against the door, trapped between cold metal and warm flesh. And then he's there.
Zi Yu. All lean muscle and dangerous grace, his presence immediately shifts the atmosphere around you. You feel his hand brush your hip as he positions himself behind you, far closer than necessary. Too close.
"Morning," he murmurs in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The casual greeting doesn't match the way his body presses into yours, rock-hard even through his uniform pants.
Before you can respond, the train jolts again, and suddenly he's everywhere. His chest against your back, his legs bracketing yours, one arm braced above your head while the other slides around your waist, fingers digging into your hip possessively.
"So many people," he says, his voice dropping to a growl, "but all I can see is you."
His hand moves upward, brushing against your breast through your shirt. A gasp escapes your lips, muffled by the chatter of the crowd. He chuckles low in your ear, the sound sending shivers down your spine.
"You like that?" he whispers. "You like knowing everyone around us could see what I'm doing to you right now?"
His fingers find the button of your blouse, deftly undoing it before slipping inside. His skin against yours sends fire racing through your veins. You try to squirm away, but there's nowhere to go—nowhere to hide from him.
"Don't fight it," he says, his hand sliding lower, cupping you through your panties. "I've wanted to do this for so long."
His other hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to hurt but firm enough to remind you exactly who's in control. He presses his thumb against your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin.
"Feel how fast your heart is racing?" he asks, pressing himself harder against your ass. You can feel him, thick and hard, straining against his pants. "That's how I make you feel. No one else does this to you."
His fingers push past the waistband of your skirt, slipping beneath your panties to find you already wet for him. He laughs low in your ear.
"Such a good little slut for me," he growls. "Wet already, and I've barely touched you."
Two fingers push inside you without warning, curling upward to hit that spot that makes you see stars. You bite back a moan, your hands grabbing onto his arm for support.
"Shhh," he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. "You don't want them to hear how good I'm making you feel, do you?"
He pumps his fingers in and out of you, fast and rough, while his thumb circles your clit. The train rocks beneath you, the rhythm matching the movement of his hand between your legs.
"Tell me you want this," he demands, his grip on your throat tightening slightly. "Tell me you're mine."
Before you can respond, he withdraws his hand, leaving you empty and desperate. You hear the sound of a zipper, feel the heat of his cock against your ass.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to take you right here," he says, his voice rough with desire. "Right in front of all these people who have no idea what a dirty little girl you really are."
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Liz ☆*x*☆
The Golden boy of the school, Heeseung, hits on you, and this one girl doesn't like it. Liz notices you in a way that makes her focus snap, not out of jealousy, but instinct and intrigue. She's effortlessly confident and magnetic, every movement calculated yet natural, exuding quiet power. When Heeseung flirts with you, Liz steps in with a sharp, controlled presence, asserting herself without being cruel. Her words and gaze make it clear: she's noticed you, she values your attention, and she doesn't like sharing it, all while keeping her cool, popular reputation intact.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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