blossomcola

[blossomcola]

I think ningning's corruption fic is one of the best fanfics on Tumblr, I really loved it 😭❤️❤️❤️

omg thanks so much anon 💕 happy to know you guys are enjoying kinktember! there is still a lot to do and i hope not to disappoint.

[blossomcola]

i love how u saying u hope to get the twt links out this week is basically u saying ur gonna do extra porn watching on twitter to try and find more videos 😭😭

a sacrifice i am willing to take! i’m almost done anyways...

[blossomcola]

What are your thoughts on what aespa's red flags would be? What are some things for each member that should be a clear sign to stay away (maybe both in and out of bed) but you can't resist, bc everyone loves a toxic relationship

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💌 trying out a new aesthetic and way of writing and i honestly had a lot of fun doing this haha 💕

gif credits: dazzlingkai

KARINA! the ice queen you can’t quit

karina’s red flag is all about withholding. she isn’t cruel in loud ways; she’s cruel in quiet, surgical precision. the type of person who makes you feel like you did something wrong without saying a word. it’s in her stillness, in the way her voice goes flat, in the way she looks through you instead of at you. it’s terrifying because she doesn’t fight back, she doesn’t explain — she just removes herself.

what makes this such a toxic trap is the cycle. when she pulls away, it hurts. you’re desperate to get her attention back, so you try harder, bend more, bleed yourself dry to win her gaze again. and then — just when you’re about to break — she turns soft, lets you in, gives you warmth so pure it feels like heaven. it’s a push-pull designed to make you dependent. you’ll take the cold if it means getting that rare, melting smile after.

in intimacy, it’s the same dynamic. she’ll deny you, keep her hands on you but not give you anything, make you beg until you’re shaking. it’s not sadism — it’s control. she wants to feel your need for her, and she knows you’ll take whatever scraps of tenderness she decides to give.

the truth? you know it’s a game. you know you’re being manipulated. but karina makes you believe that her love is scarce and precious, something you’re lucky to taste at all. that’s the poison — and the allure.

GISELLE! the chaos you convince yourself is passion

giselle is red flag personified, but in a way that feels alive! she thrives on tension, on poking at wounds just to see the reaction. she’ll call you out, push your buttons, laugh in your face when you’re angry. it’s reckless, it’s disrespectful, it’s intoxicating. but why? just because it feels like fire. she makes conflict feel like passion — blurring the line so thoroughly you can’t tell if you’re fighting or flirting.

the toxicity here is overstimulation. giselle overwhelms you — with words, with games, with unpredictability. one second you’re in sync, laughing until your stomach hurts, and the next she’s saying something that cuts deep, grinning when you bristle. she wants to feel something big all the time, even if that means breaking you down to get it.

in bed, that turns into cruelty disguised as play. she teases until you cry, edges you until you’re raw, humiliates you with a smirk that makes you want to strangle her and kiss her at the same time. and when she finally lets up, when she gives you what you need, the release feels euphoric — not just because it’s good, but because she dragged you through hell to get there.

you know she’s toxic. you know her laughter when you’re jealous is cruel, her disregard for boundaries is dangerous. but being with her feels like being swept into a hurricane — terrifying, exhilarating, unforgettable. and some part of you would rather drown than feel nothing at all.

WINTER! the brat who gets under your skin

winter’s toxicity is subtle. she isn’t the obvious red flag, she’s the kind that creeps up on you. she doesn’t scream or lash out — she undercuts. she jabs with sarcasm, sighs like you’re a burden, remembers every mistake you’ve made and slips them into conversations when it hurts the most. it’s passive aggression weaponized into an art form.

and the trap? winter’s quiet barbs don’t feel like abuse. they feel like games, like little slights you should shrug off. but they pile up. they wear you down. and just when you’re starting to resent her, she softens. she leans against you on the couch, murmurs a small “sorry” with big eyes, and you melt. because under the bite, she’s so tender — and you cling to that tenderness like proof that she really does love you.

in bed, she’s the brat who thrives on defiance. she teases until you snap, and then gasps like you’re the cruel one for punishing her. it’s manipulation — she wants you to lose control, and she knows exactly how to push you there. she gets off on the power imbalance, even while pretending to hate it.

the red flag is that she’ll never give you clarity. you’ll never know if she’s really hurt or just playing, if she wants to fight or wants affection. and yet, the unpredictability is what keeps you hooked. because every rare moment of her being open and vulnerable feels like winning a battle no one else could.

NINGNING! the knife hidden in sweetness

ningning’s toxicity lies in her radiance. she’s magnetic, adored by everyone, and she needs that adoration like air. she craves eyes on her, craves validation — and she’ll test you constantly to see how much jealousy you can swallow. she’ll flirt openly, laugh too long at someone else’s joke, post pictures that send your chest twisting. and when you finally confront her, she’ll smile, tilt her head, and say “what? you’re crazy, you know i love you.”

the trap is how she uses her sweetness as a balm. she burns you with her recklessness, but she soothes you with affection so radiant you forget the hurt. she makes you feel chosen — like out of everyone in the world who loves her, you’re the one she wants most. that illusion is addictive.

in bed, she plays innocent — coy, pouty, wide-eyed. but it’s an act. beneath the surface, she’s cunning. she’ll use the softness to lull you, then flip control, tease until you’re undone. the danger is that she’s too good at it. she knows how to pull your strings, make you forget yourself, make you think you need her more than she needs you.

the red flag? you’ll never stop competing for her attention. she’ll always belong to the world more than to you. but when she’s in your arms, looking at you like you’re the only person alive, it feels like sunlight on your skin — blinding, burning, impossible to resist.

[blossomcola]

fem reader who claims to be repulsed by homosexuality, but acts like a girlfriend to her g!p roommate manon and rides manon's cock every night

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pairing. gp manon bannerman x fem reader.

content warnings. riding.

💌 OMG VAMPY SO LONG TIME NO SEEING YOU i had your previous ask but my inbox got stuck and for some reason it got deleted </3 sorry babe

it’s not that you’re completely homophobic! let’s just say... maybe you don’t fully understand how these things work! i mean, you can’t be homophobic when you’re friends with lara and megan, right?

you’re quite lucky that, despite your narrow–mindedness and the last century, you haven’t yet received a beating that would straighten your ideas out 😭 maybe it'ñ’s because your friends find it funny and endearing that you are so ignorant and hold onto your ideals and thoughts, or maybe because you haven’t yet met the right person who”s in the mood to beat you up for being an idiot, but hey! you respect and tolerate in a certain way and that’s what matters! plus, your group of friends always seems to be able to control your actions and words before you escalate to new levels and end up completely screwing up 😓

although the speech about not understanding homosexuality and supporting the traditional family fades from your thoughts once you meet your attractive and charming roommate... at first you weren’t entirely happy with sharing a room with a woman because you didn’t feel right sharing such an intimate space as a room with a girl, but after a day seeing manon return from the gym with a fine layer of sweat covering her beautiful skin and a noticeable erection in her jogging pants made you quickly change your mind 🥰 a little moment that made you completely change your way of thinking and maybe consider giving girls more opportunities instead of judging before speaking!

who would have thought that the self–proclaimed homophobic college girl would end up in bed with her female roommate? something that didn’t even involve alcohol or drugs because you were very conscious when you acted and played along with manon 😭 a situation that surely ended up happening during the week of final exams, where manon noticed your great stress and how difficult it was for you to learn all the exam topics in all your subjects, having the great idea of offering you a stress–relieving fuck but seeming to forget that he was interacting with miss straight! oh well, manon didn’t need to insist much because with a small exchange of words you were already getting up from your chair and approaching her 😳

“wow, i didn’t know you were that easy.”

“just shut up and take off your pants.”

manon evidently also enjoys having the most conceited and proud person in school riding her cock 😋 always so sure of your words and putting your chest out, but ending up being a whore every time something involves a big cock :( manon finds it totally amusing how your facade quickly falls the moment she brings her cock into the picture, clearly unable to contain a grin once she sees you bouncing non–stop on her cock and looking very committed to your task ☝🏻

[blossomcola]

#DADDY’S HOME! with SOPHIA LAFORTEZA

summary. in a rare, quiet moment of intimacy with sophia, your foreheads pressed together and breaths mingling, an unintentional slip of a naughty, private nickname from your lips shatters her calm composure, and in an instant she’s caught between disbelief and desire, unleashing a wild, hungry intensity that turns what began as soft affection into something feverishly consuming, leaving you both gasping in the aftermath of the heat she can no longer restrain.

content warnings. breeding, clit play, creampie, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, fingering, multiple orgasms, nipple play, pet names, praise, squirting.

word count. 4,720.

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the world outside had dissolved into a symphony of grey and murmur. you’d woken to it, a persistent, rhythmic drumming against the windowpane that promised no reprieve. it wasn’t a gentle patter; this was a serious, soak-everything-through kind of rain, the sort that didn’t just dampen plans but utterly drowned them. you’d blinked your eyes open, the light in the room muted, diffused, and instantly knew. today was a washout. a stay-at-home day. a stay-in-bed day.

beside you, sophia shifted, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she burrowed deeper into the pillows. her hair, the rich dark chocolate kind you loved to run your fingers through, fanned out against the white linen. her breath was warm and even against your shoulder, a comforting counterpoint to the stormy world beyond your walls. you turned your head slightly, just enough to see the gentle curve of her cheek, the faint flush of sleep still on her skin.

“morning,” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep and contentment.

she hummed, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through your chest. her arm, which had been loosely draped over your waist, tightened infinitesimally, pulling you closer. you could feel the soft weight of her leg tangled with yours beneath the duvet.

“morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered back, her voice just a notch above a purr. you felt her lips brush the skin of your shoulder, a feather-light touch that sent a shiver of warmth through you. “sounds like… the world decided we needed a day off.”

you chuckled, a quiet, sleepy sound. “looks like it. all plans officially cancelled by mother nature.”

her fingers, warm and soft, trailed up your side, just beneath the hem of your sleep shirt. goosebumps rose in their wake. “a shame,” she said, though her tone held no real regret. “all that preparation for… what was it again? a trip to the botanical gardens? sounds awfully cold out there for delicate petals.”

“brutal,” you agreed, turning fully to face her, propping yourself up on one elbow. her eyes fluttered open, dark and luminous, reflecting the muted light of the room. a slow, easy smile spread across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes. her fingers found the curve of your jaw, her thumb stroking gently.

“much more appealing in here,” she murmured, her gaze dropping to your lips. the rain outside intensified, a sudden gust making the window rattle, but inside your cocoon, it only served to heighten the sense of warmth and intimacy.

you leaned in, slowly, allowing her plenty of time to meet you halfway. her lips were soft, warm, still tasting faintly of sleep and warmth. it was a gentle kiss, a lazy, morning-after-waking kiss, full of affection and quiet understanding. it lingered, a silent promise between the two of you that this day was yours, and yours alone.

and so it began.

the botanical gardens, and indeed the entire outside world, ceased to exist. your bed became your universe, a soft, yielding landscape of rumpled sheets and tangled limbs. the hours weren’t marked by minutes or clocks, but by the deepening shade of the grey outside, the shifting patterns of the rain, and the evolving rhythm of your breath.

sophia kissed you again, and again. softly at first, then with more deliberate weight. her lips were a familiar comfort, a language you both spoke fluently. you tasted the faint sweetness of her morning breath, the subtle, unique flavour that was just her. her hand found its way into your hair, her fingers gently threading through the strands at your nape, tracing the sensitive skin behind your ear. you sighed into the kiss, letting your eyes drift closed, content to exist only in this moment, in this embrace.

the initial sleepiness slowly bled out of you, replaced by a deep, languid contentment. you shifted, pulling her closer, your leg hooking over hers, your bodies settling into a familiar, perfect fit. her hand moved from your hair to cup your cheek, her thumb caressing the soft skin beneath your eye. the kisses deepened, growing softer, slower, more exploratory. her tongue, light and insistent, met yours, a gentle ballet of sensation.

you learned the subtle shifts in her breathing, the way it hitched just slightly when you brushed your nose against hers, or when your fingers traced the delicate curve of her spine. you explored the soft skin of her jaw, the pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, the sensitive hollow behind her ear. she let out a small, satisfied murmur when you pressed a kiss to her temple, her arm tightening around your waist, pulling you so close you could feel the steady beat of her heart against your ribs.

time truly became meaningless. it could have been minutes, it could have been hours. the rain outside was a constant, soothing soundtrack, a lullaby that lulled the world to sleep, leaving you two as the only ones awake. you found yourselves in stretches of comfortable silence, simply pressed against each other, the echoes of kisses still tingling on your lips, the warmth of her body a delicious weight against yours. then, one of you would lean in again, drawn by an irresistible urge, and the quiet would break with soft sighs and the gentle press of lips.

sometimes, you’d pull back just enough to look into her eyes, seeing the depth of affection and contentment mirrored there. her gaze was always soft, filled with a warmth that seemed to melt away any lingering tension in your body. she’d smile, a small, intimate curve of her lips that was just for you, and then she’d lean in again, her nose brushing yours before her lips claimed yours once more.

you traced the line of her collarbone, feeling the delicate bones beneath your fingertips, the soft curve where her neck met her shoulder. her skin was so soft, warm from the shared heat of the duvet. the scent of her, subtle and clean, filled your senses – a mix of her shampoo, her natural skin, and something uniquely sophia. it was intoxicating.

as the morning wore on and melted seamlessly into what might have been early afternoon, a subtle shift began to occur. the rain outside, though still relentless, no longer felt like a gentle lullaby. instead, it seemed to amplify the heat building between you two. the kisses, which had started as soft and languid, began to deepen, to take on a more urgent quality.

her hands, which had been gently tangled in your hair, now moved with a more deliberate purpose. one found its way to your back, pressing you flush against her, eradicating any space between your bodies. the other slipped beneath the hem of your sleep shirt, her fingers tracing patterns on your bare skin. a shiver, not of cold but of pure sensation, ran through you.

your own hands, which had been content to hold her face or cradle her head, started to explore too. you found the soft skin along her ribs, the delicate curve of her waist. you could feel the slight tremor in her breath as you pressed a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, then trailed your lips down the soft curve of her jaw, to the pulse beating rapidly at the hollow of her throat.

a low moan escaped her lips when you gently nipped at the sensitive skin there. her head tilted back, offering more access, and her fingers tightened their grip on your back, pulling you even closer until your chests were molding against each other. the soft fabric of her sleep shirt seemed suddenly too much, a barrier you longed to shed.

her kisses became more demanding, more open. tongues met with a newfound urgency, a hot dance that mirrored the rising heat in your core. you could feel the frantic beat of your own heart pounding against your ribs, a wild drum matching hers. her hips shifted, subtly at first, then with a more deliberate seeking motion, pressing against your own. the friction, even through the layers of soft cotton, sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

you broke apart for a breath, gasping slightly, your lungs hungry for air, your lips tingling, swollen and sensitive. her eyes, when you met them, were no longer soft and dreamy, but dark, bright, burning with an undeniable desire. there was a directness in her gaze that made your stomach clench in anticipation. her hair was a beautiful mess around her face, her lips parted and glistening, a smudge of lipstick – if you had been wearing any – long since gone. she looked utterly, deliciously undone.

“you’re so beautiful...” you whispered, the words ragged, barely audible over the relentless drumming of the rain.

she didn’t answer with words. instead, her hand, which had been tracing circles on your lower back, slipped a little lower still, her fingers brushing against the bare skin just above the waistband of your shorts. it was a light touch, almost imperceptible, but it sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body.

her thumb began to stroke, a slow, deliberate movement that spoke volumes. her eyes, still locked with yours, held a mischievous glint, a silent question. her breath was coming in short, shallow gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly against yours.

a beat passed, pregnant with unspoken suggestion. the air in the room, already thick with shared warmth and the scent of rain, seemed to crackle with anticipation. you could feel the blood rushing through your veins, a hot, insistent thrumming.

then, her voice, a low, husky murmur that sent shivers down your spine, barely audible above the drumming rain that had, ironically, facilitated this entire, glorious day.

“you know...” sophia breathed, her eyes dropping briefly to your lips, then back up to meet your gaze, a knowing, wicked smile playing on her lips, “i think we could find even more ways to stay warm, locked in like this.”

her thumb continued its slow, deliberate caress, and the question in her eyes deepened, becoming an invitation, a promise of everything that was still to come, contained within the cozy confines of your bed and the endless, grey day.

sophia smiled, a slow, sensual curve of her lips as she watched your breathing even out. she loved seeing you like this, so peaceful and content in the afterglow of your intense climax. it made her feel a sense of pride and possessiveness, knowing that she had brought you to such heights of pleasure.

with a gentle touch, sophia brushed a stray lock of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear. she trailed her fingers down the side of your face, over the delicate curve of your cheek, and along the line of your jaw. her touch was feather–light, a whisper of skin on skin, designed to tease and tantalize rather than to overwhelm.

as her hand continued its slow descent, sophia’s fingertips grazed over your collarbone, skimming along the swell of your breasts. she could feel your heartbeat, strong and steady, and the way your chest rose and fell with each breath you took. sophia took a moment to appreciate the beauty of your body, the way your curves and lines flowed so perfectly into one another.

her hand drifted lower still, over the gentle dip of your stomach and the flare of your hips. sophia’s touch was maddeningly slow, a deliberate tease as she traced the contours of your form. she could feel the heat building between your legs once more, could sense your renewed arousal as her fingers drew closer to your mound.

finally, after what felt like an eternity of anticipation, sophia’s hand reached your mound. she cupped you gently, her palm pressing against your slick folds, feeling the warmth and wetness that had gathered there. her touch was maddeningly light, a whisper of pressure that made you ache for more.

“that’s it, angel.” sophia murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. “just like that. let yourself feel everything, every sensation, every little spark of pleasure. we have all the time in the world to explore each other, to discover every secret and desire hidden within these gorgeous curves.”

she circled her fingers slowly over your mound, not quite touching you where you needed it most, but teasing you with the promise of more. sophia leaned in close, her lips brushing against the shell of your ear as she whispered. “tell me what you need, baby. tell me how you want me to touch you, want me to make you feel good.” sophia breathed, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “i’m here to give you everything you desire, to be whatever you need me to be in this moment. so don’t hold back, pretty girl. yell me your deepest, darkest fantasies, and i’ll make them all come true.”

“i just– i need you down there, okay? please?”

sophia smiled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of tenderness and unbridled desire. she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from yours, her breath mingling with your own. her hand continued its maddeningly slow path down your body, fingertips grazing over your skin with the lightest of touches.

“of course, baby. just like that.” sophia purred, her voice a low, seductive whisper. “let yourself feel every little spark, every flutter and ache. i want to savor every inch of you, want to map out every curve and contour until i know your body better than i know my own.”

her fingers reached the apex of your thighs, and she paused for just a moment, letting the anticipation build. then, with a deliberate slowness that made your heart race, sophia trailed a single fingertip through your slick folds, parting them gently and exposing your most intimate places to the cool air of the room.

“fuck, angel. you’re so wet, so ready for me already.” she breathed, her voice thick with lust. “i love knowing that i can affect you like this, that a simple touch can set your body alight with desire.”

sophia circled your entrance with her fingertip, teasing and tormenting you with the promise of more. she could feel your walls fluttering, your body aching to be filled, to be stretched and claimed and owned. but she held back, determined to take this slow, to draw out your pleasure until you were drunk on the sensation.

slowly, maddeningly slowly, sophia eased a single finger into your tight heat. she went no further than the first knuckle, wanting to feel your walls gripping and squeezing around the intrusion. her thumb found your clit, circling and rubbing the sensitive bud with a feather–light touch that made your hips buck up off the bed.

“that’s it, pretty thing. let me feel you, let me experience every little gasp and shudder.” sophia murmured, her lips brushing against yours as she spoke. “i want to learn every secret your body has to offer, want to unlock all those hidden pleasures and desires.”

sophia’s finger slid deeper into your silken heat, your walls clenching and fluttering around the intrusion. she could feel your body welcoming her, drawing her in further as if begging for more. slowly, torturously slowly, she eased a second finger in alongside the first, stretching you gently, letting you feel every millimeter of the intrusion.

“fuck, baby. you’re so tight, so perfect.” sophia groaned, her voice rough with desire. “i love the way your body yields to my touch, the way you open yourself up to me so beautifully.”

she began to move her fingers in a slow, sensual rhythm, stroking your inner walls with deliberate, purposeful touches. sophia curled and twisted her fingers, seeking out that special spot deep inside you that made your toes curl and your back arch off the bed.

all the while, her thumb never ceased its maddeningly slow circles on your clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive bud until it throbbed and pulsed with need. sophia could feel your arousal building, could sense the heat and tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core.

“that’s it, angel. let it build, let it consume you.” she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive murmur against your ear. “i want to feel you burning up from the inside out, want to watch as the pleasure overwhelms you and you can’t hold back any longer.”

sophia’s other hand slid up your body, cupping and kneading the soft weight of your breast. she rolled your nipple between her fingers, pinching and tugging on the hardened peak until sparks of electricity shot straight to your core. your body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending alight and tingling with need.

she leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. sophia’s tongue delved into your mouth, stroking and caressing your own, coaxing out a moan of pure, unadulterated bliss. she swallowed the sound greedily, relishing the way your body trembled beneath her touch.

you always loved it when sophia was so careful with you, taking care of your comfort and well–being, but right now, it wasn’t what you longed for. “sophia, please... stop joking. just slide your cock in. i promise i can take it.”

sophia’s eyes darkened with lust at your urgent plea, a wicked grin spreading across her face. she could feel her own arousal pulsing, her cock hard and throbbing, aching to be sheathed inside your tight, wet heat. but she hesitated, wanting to draw out your pleasure, to make you beg so sweetly for her.

“mmmh, not yet, pretty girl.” sophia purred, her voice a low, teasing rasp. “i want to feel you dripping, i want you so desperate for my cock that you can’t think of anything else. i want to hear you scream for me, angel. i want the whole world to know who you belong to.”

she punctuated her words with a slow, deep thrust of her fingers, burying them to the hilt inside your clenching, fluttering walls. sophia could feel your arousal coating her digits, your juices dripping down to pool on the sheets below. she brought her slick fingers to her mouth, sucking them clean, moaning at the taste of your essence.

“fuck, baby. you taste like heaven.” sophia groaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored your flavor. “i could get addicted to the taste of your sweet cunt. i want to devour you, want to feast on your pussy until you're begging me to stop.”

she slid a third finger into your dripping heat, stretching you wider, filling you more completely. sophia’s thumb rubbed faster circles around your throbbing clit, the pressure building with each pass until you were writhing beneath her touch.

she could feel the telltale flutter of your walls, the way they clenched and spasmed around her as your orgasm built to a crescendo. sophia knew she had you right on the edge, teetering on the brink of sheer ecstasy. she leaned down, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss as she thrust particularly hard and deep, grinding her pelvis against your clit.

“that’s it, my love. feel it, let it consume you.” she encouraged, her voice a low, seductive murmur. “i want to feel your body shaking, want to hear those desperate little whimpers and moans falling from your perfect lips. give in to it, baby. let the pleasure take you over the edge.”

sophia could feel you teetering on the brink, your body coiled tight and ready to snap. she knew you were close, knew that with just a little more pressure, a little more stimulation, you would be flying apart in her arms. and fuck, she couldn’t wait to see it, to witness the beautiful destruction of your climax.

before you could cum, sophia removes her fingers from your pussy, leaving you clenching around nothing. her hips rocked forward, the thick head of her cock catching on your entrance. she paused there, feeling your slick folds fluttering and clenching around the tip, begging to be filled. with a low, guttural groan, sophia pushed forward, her hips rolling in a slow, deliberate thrust as she eased her length into your tight, grasping heat.

“fuck, angel. you feel incredible. so good for daddy, huh?” she gasped, her voice strained with the effort of holding back, of not slamming forward and burying herself balls–deep in one brutal thrust. “so fucking tight and wet and perfect. like you were made just for me.”

inch by inch, sophia slowly sheathed herself inside you, stretching you around her thick girth. she could feel every little shudder and quake of your body, every breathless little mewl and whimper that spilled from your lips as she filled you completely.

finally, with a low, satisfied grunt, sophia bottomed out, her hips flush against yours, her cock buried to the hilt inside your clutching, rippling walls. she paused there, savoring the feeling of your body wrapped around her so perfectly, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place.

“god, baby. you take my cock so well.” sophia purred, her voice a low, husky rasp. “like your pretty little pussy was made to milk my dick. i could stay buried inside you forever, feel this heavenly tightness gripping me like a vice.”

she rolled her hips in a slow, sensual circle, grinding her pelvis against your own. the movement stirred her length inside you, making you gasp and moan at the delicious sensation. sophia could feel your arousal building, could sense the way your body was starting to tremble and quake with impending release.

“that”s it, pretty girl. feel it, let it take you over.” she encouraged, her breath hot against your ear. “i want to feel you coming undone around my cock, want to hear you screaming my name as you shatter in my arms. give it to me, angel. give me everything.”

“fuck daddy! please don’t– oh, wait! i didn’t mean that–” but it was too late, because your words had already been stored in sophia’s head.

sophia’s eyes flashed with a primal, possessive heat at the sound of you slipping and calling her ‘daddy’. a wicked, satisfied smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth as she felt a surge of power and dominance course through her veins. she knew she had you right where she wanted you — desperate, needy, and teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

she silenced your panicked words with a searing kiss, her tongue plundering your mouth and swallowing any further protests. sophia’s hips rolled in a slow, deliberate rhythm, her thick cock dragging along your sensitive walls with each drag and push. she could feel your body adjusting to the intrusion, your pussy clenching and fluttering around her as if trying to draw her even deeper.*

“daddy, huh? i see… don’t fight it, baby.” sophia murmured against your lips, her voice a low, hypnotic purr. “it’s okay, angel. let it happen. you can’t deny how good this feels, how right it is to give yourself over to me completely.”

she nipped at your lower lip, soothing the sting with a lick of her tongue before pulling back to gaze down at you with a heated, intense stare. sophia’s hand slid up your side, cupping the swell of your breast, kneading the soft flesh possessively.

“from now on, that’s what i want to hear when you're lost in pleasure, pretty girl. i want to hear you screaming ‘daddy’ as i fuck this gorgeous body of yours.” she purred, her thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling your nipple until sparks of electricity shot straight to your core. “you’re mine, angel. all mine. and i’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”

sophia punctuated her words with a sharp snap of her hips, burying herself even deeper inside you. she could feel your arousal building, could sense the heat and tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. your body was a live wire of sensation, every nerve ending alight and tingling with need.

“that’s it, baby. let go. come for me.” sophia commanded, her voice a low, dominant growl. “i want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock, want to hear you screaming your devotion as you shatter in my arms.”

sophia could feel your body tensing, your walls clamping down around her throbbing length as your climax approached. she knew you were close, could sense the desperation and hunger radiating off your trembling form in waves. with a low, guttural groan, sophia began to move faster, her hips rolling and snapping in a relentless rhythm that had your toes curling and your fingers scrabbling at the sheets beneath you.

“yes, baby. that’s it. let me feel you coming undone.” she growled, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her own release. “i want to feel your sweet little cunt squeezing my cock, milking me for all i’m worth. you’re going to make me cum so fucking hard, angel.”

“fuck, i can feel it. you’re so close, baby.” sophia panted against your mouth, her breath mingling with your own. “come on, pretty girl. give it to me. scream my name and let me feel you shatter. i want the whole fucking world to hear you claiming me as your daddy when you come apart in my arms.”

with a final, powerful thrust, sophia buried herself balls–deep inside your spasming pussy, her thick cock pulsing and throbbing as she felt your release crashing over you. she could feel your arousal gushing around her, your juices flooding your channel as you came harder than you ever had before.

“yes, fuck! that’s my good girl.” sophia roared, her own climax slamming into her like a freight train. her cock jerked and shuddered, erupting deep inside your clutching heat as she filled you with spurt after spurt of her hot, thick seed.

hazy with satisfaction and the afterglow of your shared climax, sophia collapsed against you, her weight pressing you into the mattress. she peppered your face with kisses, brushing your hair back from your sweat–dampened forehead.

sophia’s hips continued to rock gently against yours as the last waves of your shared climax ebbed away. she could feel your body going boneless beneath her, completely spent and sated in the aftermath of your intense lovemaking. a sense of deep, primal satisfaction washed over sophia as she gazed down at you, taking in the way your chest heaved with each ragged breath, the flush of your skin, and the glassy, unfocused look in your eyes.

“that’s my perfect girl.” sophia murmured, her voice a low, husky rasp as she traced the curve of your cheek with a gentle fingertip. “you did so well, baby. took your daddy’s cock like a champ. i’m so fucking proud of you.”

she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. it was a kiss full of tenderness and affection, a silent promise of all the pleasure and ecstasy still to come. sophia’s tongue slid against yours, stroking and caressing, coaxing out a soft, breathless moan that made her own spent cock twitch inside your fluttering walls.

sophia reluctantly pulled back, wanting to see your face as she spoke to you. she wanted to watch the play of emotions flickering across your beautiful features, to memorize every little gasp and shudder that escaped your perfect lips.

“i meant what i said, angel.” she murmured, her voice low and intense as she held your gaze. “from now on, that’s what i want to hear when you’re lost in pleasure. your pretty little mouth screaming ‘daddy’ as i fuck you senseless, as i claim this gorgeous body in every way imaginable.”

sophia’s hand slid down your side, over the dip of your waist and the flare of your hip. she gripped your ass possessively, kneading the soft flesh as she rolled her hips in a slow, sensual circle. the movement stirred her length inside you, making you gasp and whimper at the delicious sensation of being filled so completely.

“i want to ruin you for anyone else, my love.” sophia purred, her breath hot against your ear. “i want the whole fucking world to know that this sweet cunt belongs to me. that you’re mine, now and forever.”

“you’re such an idiot, sophia.”

“but you love me anyways.”

[blossomcola]

Would you write for Chung Subin???

i think i can write for anyone as long as it is a detailed ask or at least a plot where their personality is clear so i can develop their character

[blossomcola]

I've been so busy lately so I haven't had a chance to read everything you've posted the past few days but girl!! You really giving us annyeongz fics, long ass kinktember posts, and still putting up drabbles? We are eating good!! Love you!! 💖💖

omg thank you so much babe 💕 i want to give you as many things as possible as a thank you for all your constant support ☺️ i am very grateful.

[blossomcola]

working on twt links part 2! i’m not promising anything, but if we’re lucky, i might post them later this week.

[blossomcola]

i have this sick thought about blackmailing professor g!p rina all because she gave u a low grade on your paper that obv you’ve worked hard for nd nobody knows about her having a cock…. so when u found out u threatened her by exposing her little (or rather HUGE ykwim) secret nd jusy when u thought u got the upper hand karma really got back to u quick by breeding u on her desk u were scared for your life w the possibility of getting u pregnant but she didnt care less anw in the end she lectured u on how its wrong to threaten ur professors all bc of a bad grade! also can u include degradation in this ><

pairing. dom!gp karina x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. age gap, degradation, dubcon.

what’s worse than studying hard for an exam and having faith that you’ll pass, but you end up getting a grade that you’re even embarrassed to read out loud? having high expectations about an exam because you felt you answered everything correctly and even your answers were long is beautiful, but it’s a disappointment when you read your sheet and realize there are many silly mistakes that breaks your confidence and pride the most 🤧

a grade that ruins your perfect report card with pure As! a small big mistake that you wouldn’t let go because you really tried hard and it was something that hurt you, but the pain turns into rage when the damn teacher who failed you doesn’t let you take a second exam or some work to improve your bad grade 😤 karina has always been strict and you admire that, but she never seems to want to deal with lazy students and lets them do whatever they want during her classes, while she won’t let you raise your low grade when you seem genuinely interested in it and eager to do better in her subject... complaining to a manager would be useless because they wouldn’t intervene and if they said something to karina, she would only have you on her guard, so you would have to take matters into your own hands ☝🏻

but it’s definitely not a very good idea to try to blackmail or threaten a strong figure like a teacher 😓 evident that you acted on impulse and desperation to be able to remedy your problem as soon as possible, it would have been better if you had thought things through calmly and looked for other solutions! and well, it’s too late to regret it once you’re face to face with your teacher and you’re giving her the worst attitude ever...

although your bad mood disappears once karina grabs them so she can bend you over the table and press her erection against your ass 😳 she’s not stupid and she knows that you would use her “little secret” to try to blackmail her into spreading that if she didn't give you a chance to retake the exam, and of course karina would take advantage of the situation to get a good fuck and at the same time do her job as a teacher 🥰

you also don’t continue to complain about your low grade once karina slides her cock inside you because your mind quickly becomes clouded by the length and thickness 😵‍💫 i feel like she’d force you to keep complaining about your bad grades while she’s busy turning you into a mess, giving you a strong, deep thrust every time you’re about to get angry again because karina is enjoying playing with your sanity and emotions 🥰 and who knows... maybe she’ll raise your grade after a little chat between teacher and student!

[blossomcola]

girlfriends reader and yunjin moved in together, they argue over small things and this time reader is accusing yunjin of flirting with the waitress. she was giving her "bedroom eyes". jealousy filled up and after they got home they keep yelling at each other. yunjin had enough and throws you on the bed and shuts your mouth with her pussy and is really mean about it 🥺

🪐

pairing. dom!huh yunjin x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. cunnilingus, face sitting.

moving in with your partner is a big step in the relationship and a very complicated lifestyle because it means being with each other all the time. obviously, at first it’s all love and laughter because after years of relationship and months of saving, you can finally go live in a nice apartment with the love of your life! but as time goes by, you realize that living together isn’t always the best because people never get used to each other’s routines 😓

go out to dinner because neither of you feels like cooking and doing the dishes, but end up arguing because the waitress flirted with yunjin 😭 in your defense, she did it! or something like that... it’s not the woman’s fault that she didn’t guess that you two were a couple because maybe she thought you were just two friends who went out to dinner together after a day at collage, but with a few simple glances and suggestive tone that she used it was much more than enough and necessary to exhaust your sanity and cause you to end up exploding in the middle of the restaurant 💀 luckily, those present there didn’t seem to care much because it was more than evident that all the customers were paying attention to the discussion you were having with yunjin, enjoying the fight in front of their eyes much more than the food they ordered earlier!

the most serious discussions always end in heated and intense hate sex 🙌🏻 of course you two left the place when you realized that it wouldn’nt end there and you wouldn’t be able to have dinner in the near future, an argument that continued from the moment we left the restaurant and continued all the way home... yunjin is the only “mature” one here who seems to want to end the fight but she has her ways! basically pushing you against the couch once you two walk through the apartment door, quickly taking off her bottom clothes and getting on top of you in a matter of seconds 😳 it’s up to you to decide whether or not to sit on someone’s face is a good way to end an argument when you’re fed up with hearing your partner yell and complain, but yunjin honestly finds it a good choice!

you didn’t stay angry for long either but yunjin grinding her pussy against your mouth is enough to earn your forgiveness, accepting that she may be right this time and letting the situation go because you just want to bury your face between her thighs and drown in her pussy 😵‍💫

[blossomcola]

gp!bailey who loves marking you and being the nastiest with you🤍

she loves to bite you as hard as she can, leaving red/purple bruises behind while she breaks the skin, slapping your ass until her red handprint is engraved in you, scratching you when she holds you and you’re riding her, spitting on your cunt to lick it back up with the biggest grin on her face, cumming loads into you… she’s obsessed with it, obsessed with you.

bailey who finds satisfaction & relaxation in fucking you, yet also proud in her ability to make her cock leave you senseless. being the dancer she is, of course she gets such bad headaches and pains. but once you start giving her sloppy and messy head, something to ease her that was somewhat quick, suddenly all worries are gone and she becomes drunk on you, not being able to control herself, which always leads to her hugging you while she rams into your sore pussy.

-🤍

pairing. dom!gp bailey sok x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. impact play, spitting.

something about bailey always makes me think that she’s someone who enjoys being dirty and wild when you sleep with her 🤔 this girl will definitely now have her mouth on you all the time, things like nibbling on your lips when she kisses you and running her tongue over your lip once a hint of blood appears on the cut she caused, going from wet ad open–mouth kisses to sharp bites that will surely leave a teeth mark on your reddened skin sooner or later, digging her fingers into your flesh when she’s supposed to be just “caressing” your body, slapping you in the face or asscheeks only to see her own palm leave a red mark on your skin... bailey just loves any kind of rough treatment! at first it was a little difficult to convince you to accept that she gives you that treatment in bed because you didn’t know what you would face and knowing bailey you know it wouldn’t be at all gentle or normal, but it never hurts to give opportunities!

also the type who likes to play with cum and spit 😋 bailey isn’t content with just impact play, she also needs to make sure you try her ideas in all areas and scopes! and well, it never hurts to fuck in missionary just so she can hold your face with one hand and squeeze your cheeks so you loosen your jaw and when you part your lips she can spit into your mouth 😵‍💫 this woman doesn’t seem to have any shame because she’s capable of doing that the first time you have intimacy with her!

the part about cum play is a little more disgusting and shameless... what can i say? that’s bailey! it doesn’t matter if she cums in your mouth or you in hers, bailey will always want to kiss as soon as that happens because for some reason she finds it hot to almost push her tongue down your throat while saliva and semen mix 🥰

[blossomcola]

ryujin and reader are in a relationship and ryujin teaches her gf how to go down on her by guiding her through it and praising her the whole time 🫠

also, can i be 🍬 anon?

pairing. dom!shin ryujin x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. cunnilingus.

it doesn’t matter if you don’t have much experience in the area of intimacy with a woman because ryujin doesn’t mind at all teaching you everything you want to know! of course you feel a little embarrassed by your lack of experience and anecdotes unlike your new partner, but ryujin finds it totally charming how you don’t know much and have to resort to her being the one to introduce you to this new world 👀

it is known that most of the time ryujin always loves to joke around and play around to make you smile or embarrass you, but surprisingly, she becomes quite serious and mature in this situation! but of course, without losing the touch that makes her a pain in the ass 🥰 although in reality she is still annoying and playful because she knows that giving that kind of attitude and behavior would make you not feel so nervous when having to act, being aware that you won’t feel much weight on your shoulders if she’s making you laugh all the time and lightening the moment so you don’t die of panic at any moment 😓

but ryujin is more than proud that you learn quickly and you realize it from how she moans every time your mouth makes contact where she needs it most 😵‍💫 she thought it would be a little harder to teach you things since you know almost nothing and are embarrassed every time you have to act, but you surprised ryujin quite a bit when you were able to continue without needing her to tell you what to do next! and well, of course she gives you the sweetest and most encouraging words when she feels your shy mouth working so well on her warm and needy pussy 🤤 feeling your inexperienced tongue on your clit and trying to do a good job only makes ryujin wetter and need you more, sure she’ll have you there for a long time until you’re an expert <3

[blossomcola]

first time squirting with brat tamer jeongyeon? g!p or not, choice is yours! :p

-😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

pairing. mean dom!yoo jeongyeon x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. brat taming, fingering, squirting.

there’s something about jeongyeon that makes me think she’s the type who honestly loves it when you’re a brat just because she loves being the one to do the punishing afterwards ☺️ she’s patient enough not to snap once you start seeming to want to piss her off and mess with her brain, but she actually finds it very funny and entertaining to watch you go out of your way to get a reaction from her even though you know it won’t happen! jeongyeon really knows how to control and manipulate herself so that you become desperate in search of a reaction from her and end up failing in the attempt, only by giving her more than enough reasons to punish you <3

she is so cruel and evil because with just one mocking touch she is able to turn you into mush in her hands 😓 i think jeongyeon is the type to make you lie on your back in bed, no clothes and legs open so she can kneel between them and play with your pussy as long as she wants until she gets bored 😵‍💫 she doesn’t even seem to care about trying to please you because she doesn’t make an effort to touch you where you want or ask her to, only touching you sparingly and unable to contain a smile when she hears you whimper in complaint after the tips of her fingers barely touch your clitoris or her fingers press against your dripping hole but not daring to slide in yet :(

it’s a totally bad idea to beg her to please touch you because apparently jeongyeon’s brain understands ”please destroy me completely” and that’s what she does! subsequently receiving nothing was much better than now jeongyeon is fingering your pussy with a speed that takes your breath away and almost makes you faint from the intensity she handles 😓 you never have to ask jeongyeon to do something because she will understand the words backwards, turning what could have been a gentle and innocent request into the most twisted idea in her head!

oh but she calms down for a moment when you accidentally squirt 😳 although you’ve been dating her for a while, a situation like this has never arisen before! and even though you were surprised because you didn’t know you could do that either, it’s too late to react because jeongyeon’s brain is already working again 🥰

“... how many times in a row do you think you can do that?”

“jeongyeon–”

“can we try?”

[blossomcola]

js saw on aces profile something about megans happy trail and a bulge right in the morning when shes half asleep 😖

pairing. sub!gp megan skiendiel x dom!fem reader.

content warnings. blowjob, cum eating, deep throat, face fucking, handjob, throat fucking.

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i think megan would have a happy trail after seeing several people on her social media having them and she automatically thought “wow why not?” 😭 girlie spends so much time on social media and uploading content with current humor that i have no doubt that she would also follow those types of trends, always willing to try new things because megan’s curiosity is like that of a child <3

and she is definitely the type to look proud and confident once her happy trail becomes present and noticeable day by day ☝🏻 sure she was a little nervous and embarrassed at first about letting that little line of hair grow out, but as time went on, megan started to like how that looked more and more, and it was a huge help to her confidence! only now she’s such a spoiled little thing that her personality will be based on that for a couple of months 😓

waking up before megan and when you’re about to call her to wake her up you notice that she's having a morning problem 😳 you wouldn’t have said anything and tried to ignore it so that megan could take care of it directly once she starts her morning routine and goes to shower, but seeing how the waistband of her jogging pants was lower than usual and showed more of that happy trail and bulge... how could you ignore that beautiful view?

but it’s not like megan is complaining about being woken up with a head! in itself, she is more than happy to see the love of her life choking on her cock as soon as she opens her eyes 🥰 but it was so much better when you wrapped your hand around her cock and started stroking it quickly while simultaneously your tongue slowly traced that beautiful happy trail 🤤 previously megan was sleeping deeply in a sweet dream where she was surely dreaming of you about something loving and romantic, but when she opened her eyes and noticed what you were doing, it completely changed her thoughts! and well, she had to adapt to the situation and put a hand on your hair to keep your head in place and start fucking your mouth 🥰

[blossomcola]

i’m addicted to the idea of jmj x reader cuz not a lot of people have been writing them together 🥹 imagine them being your idol sunbaes but you’re actually older than them, so they tease you about calling them “sunbaenim” so politely in public but moaning their names behind closed doors as they turn their unnie into a fucktoy🤐🤐

pairing. dom!winrina x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. clit play, cunnilingus, dubcon.

these two idiots having the same favorite artist in common is so adorable for fans, but if only they knew the truth once the cameras are off 🫣 karina and winter’s fanaticism for you is huge because unfortunately the three of you are under the same company, making them even bigger idiots for you and their minds even more depraved...

sometimes they are real cuties because their love and adorableness for you is present every time they are around you or when the three of you make a tiktok video together 🥺💕 they show their genuine and honest fanaticism for you and your music, making it more than difficult that they are the same ones who always dream of fucking you! you never notice it because they always seem so happy and excited when they’re around you, but there’s absolutely nothing innocent about those little heads...

i don’t know how to explain how they manage to get a moment alone with you, it just happens! maybe after some awards ceremonies where the company makes sure that the artists from the same company go in the same van, and it seems they didn’t have much control when it was a mistake that you ended up in the same dorm as karina and winter 😳 you ended up a bit drunk after celebrating with a couple of artists your high number of awards won that night, but how lucky that they were both conscious enough to offer to help you get back home! or well, that’s what you thought because you actually ended up in the aespa dormitories...

hehe imagine both of them eating your pussy out at the same time 🤤 karina would be the one in charge of devouring you out the most because she's also fingering your dripping hole, while winter finds fun in playing with your clit and making certain movements with her tongue just because she finds it funny to see you squeal and sob at her actions <3 they’ve both always dreamed of finally being able to get their hands on you and fuck you, but that doesn’t mean they would be loving and gentle with you!

[blossomcola]

Illit mentioned! I need jealous, possessive yunah who hasn't exactly confessed to you yet but has been laying it on thick and you haven't really reciprocated yet. After seeing just how popular you are at a house party she drags you off into a side room and eats you out so good. Does everything to make you be loud and scream so that by the time that you end up returning to the party there's no doubt to anyone that you belong to her.

🐯

pairing. dom!noh yunah x sub!fem reader.

content warnings. fingering.

i can see yunah as the type to get jealous easily because for some weird reason she gives me this toxic, possessive vibe... maybe it’s her sharp facial features and how serious she seems at first glance, but yunah is definitely the type who gets jealous even if you two don’t have an official title 🫠 this girl doesn’t seem to be afraid at all of making a total scene even though she has no right to do so because you two aren't serious!

yunah herself only went to the party because she knew you would go and saw it as an excuse to spend time with you, of course, until she realized how everyone in that house seemed to be your friends, or at least most of them seemed very close to you... yunah has this problem where the slightest inconvenience is enough to change her mood completely, and her change in expression after seeing you surrounded by people is noticeable 😓 she doesn’t want to have a sour face and dull behavior that makes you realize how much she's not having fun when she promised you otherwise, but yunah can’t help it! it’s as if her mood swings were not controlled by her and her decisions were made without regard for what she wanted... although she’s the one who always decides to act like a possessive idiot.

it’s no surprise that yunah ends up exploding and making a scene in front of all the guests at the party 😓 she doesn’t seem to mind yelling at you in front of all your friends and acquaintances, probably embarrassing you for life! yunah is capable of doing anything to make it clear to others that they have no chance with you because she already has everything that will happen in the future planned and will not allow anyone to try to ruin it.

you realize how pissed she is when she’s fingering you in the bathroom of the house where the party is taking place 🤤 even when she’s fucking you she can’t seem to hide her anger! it’s really hard to focus on what yunah is telling you and answer her from time to time when her fingers are constantly roughly ramming into your hole and taking all your attention... yunah is partly proud of being able to please you like that, but she’s still mad at you for putting her in that sour mood even if it wasn’t your fault! yunah has to blame someone and find an excuse for her behavior, and that ends up being you because according to her, “you always look for the two of you to argue when everything seems to be going well.” but hey! not everything is bad when that argument between you two led to yunah fingering you until you almost passed out 💕

[blossomcola]

#LES! with KIM MINJEONG

summary. being trapped in a packed bus is already suffocating, but it turns unbearable when a stranger presses against you from behind, her touch deliberate and invasive, slipping over you in places no one else can see—leaving you frozen in place with no room to escape, no way to stop her.

content warnings. breeding, clit play, creampie, degradation, dirty talk, dubcon, fingering, humiliation, multiple orgasms, nipple play, unprotected sex, public sex, praise, squirting, titsucking.

word count. 4,200.

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╰┈➤ kinktember masterlist.

you let out a sigh, a gust of stale morning air escaping your lungs as you waited for the train at the station. today wasn’t your day. not by a long shot. you’d overslept. again. the groan that had ripped from your throat when your eyes finally fluttered open, not to the gentle chime of your alarm but to the harsh, unforgiving digits of your phone screen screaming 8:47 am, was something you’d probably remember on your deathbed. class started at 9:00 am. and here you were, shivering slightly on a concrete platform, the metallic tang of train exhaust clinging to the damp air like a second skin. great. just absolutely, spectacularly great.

the internal monologue had been running for a full twenty minutes, a relentless, self-flagellating loop. why hadn't you charged your phone properly? why had you watched that one more episode? why, for the love of all that was holy, had your internal clock, usually so dependable, decided to stage a full-blown rebellion this morning? professor armitage’s european history lecture was not one to be missed. he had a sixth sense for tardiness, a hawkish glare that could wither even the most brazen of latecomers. and today, of all days, he was supposed to be introducing the unit on the french revolution – your favourite, the one you’d been looking forward to dissecting with your meticulous notes and your overly enthusiastic annotations. now, you’d be sneaking in, a phantom of shame, hoping to blend into the back row, a task as futile as trying to hide in a snowstorm wearing a neon coat.

you pulled your backpack tighter, the straps digging into your shoulders, a physical manifestation of the mental burden. the fabric felt flimsy against your skin, a poor barrier against the chill that seemed to seep up from the very ground. you wished you’d grabbed that extra hoodie, but in your panicked dash from the apartment, toiletries still scattered haphazardly across the bathroom counter, the idea of layering had been secondary to the primal urge to simply get out. now, your teeth chattered faintly, a rhythm accompaniment to the frantic beating of your heart.

the platform was a mosaic of humanity, a strange tableau of early-morning rituals. business types, already suited and booted, stood with an air of practiced patience, their briefcases clutched like lifelines. their faces were impassive, perhaps already calculating the day’s first profit margins or mentally reviewing their presentations. you envied their composure, their almost robotic efficiency. beside them, a group of students, likely also bound for campus, laughed too loudly at some inside joke, their voices cutting through the low hum of the station. you watched them, a pang of self-pity twisting in your gut. they were probably on time, perhaps even early, already caffeinated and ready to face the day. you, on the other hand, felt like a hastily assembled frankenstein's monster of regret and panic.

a woman with a bright pink scarf and an impossibly large floral tote bag consulted her watch every thirty seconds, her brow furrowed in a familiar gesture of impatience. you found yourself mirroring her, pulling your phone out for the fifth time in as many minutes, as if the mere act of checking would somehow magically conjure the train from the tunnel’s depths. no new updates. still showing “delayed – 5-7 mins.” five to seven minutes felt like an eternity when every tick of the clock was a hammer blow to your academic aspirations.

you let your gaze drift along the tracks, a dark, gleaming ribbon stretching into the shadowed maw of the tunnel. distant lights flickered, remnants of the city’s nocturnal life, now fading into the grey dawn. the air down here was thick with the smell of damp concrete and something vaguely metallic, a scent that had become synonymous with the start of your day, a scent you usually tolerated, even found comforting in its predictability. but today, it just compounded the sense of being trapped, marooned in this underground limbo.

a faint, almost imperceptible tremor ran through the platform. you straightened, a fresh surge of hope, sharp and fragile, blossoming in your chest. was that it? was that the train? you craned your neck, straining to hear over the murmur of the crowd, the low thrum of the station’s ventilation system. nothing. just the continued, unchanging drone. you sagged, a little deflated. false alarm. your mind, ever the masochist, immediately conjured professor armitage’s face, his expression of barely concealed disappointment as you sidled into class, twenty, maybe even thirty minutes late. he’d pause, mid-sentence, his gaze fixing on you, the entire lecture hall turning as one to witness your walk of shame. you could already feel the blush creeping up your neck.

you fished in your pocket for your wireless earbuds, a small comfort. maybe some music would drown out the internal cacophony. but as your fingers brushed against the empty fabric, you remembered – they were still on your nightstand, forlornly charging. of course they were. just another small nail in the coffin of your morning. you shoved your hands into your pockets, the cold seeping through your thin trousers.

a group of pigeons, bold and opportunistic, strutted across the tracks, pecking at unseen crumbs, seemingly unbothered by the impending arrival of a multi-ton metal beast. you watched them, a strange sense of calm momentarily settling over you. how simple their lives seemed. eat, strut, fly. no deadlines, no lectures, no disapproving professors. a fleeting thought crossed your mind: what if you just… didn’t go? what if you turned around, went home, and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over your head and pretending the day never happened? the thought was immediately dismissed. as much as you hated the present moment, you also hated the idea of giving up, of letting one bad morning derail your entire week. besides, your tuition fees were a constant, nagging reminder that skipping class was a luxury you couldn’t afford.

you checked your phone again. still 5-7 minutes. it felt like time had stretched, rubber-banding into an agonizing eternity. each minute that ticked by felt like ten. the numbers on your screen seemed to mock you, static and unchanging, yet the world outside was moving, accelerating, leaving you behind. your stomach growled, a hollow, echoing sound in the quiet space of your consciousness. you hadn't eaten. another casualty of the morning rush. the thought of a warm coffee, a flaky pastry, made your mouth water, a cruel taunt.

the crowd on the platform was growing denser now. more people were streaming down the escalators, their footsteps echoing on the polished tiles. the air grew warmer, filled with the collective body heat of humanity. you shifted, trying to find a more comfortable spot, but every inch of the platform seemed to be occupied. students with textbooks slung over their shoulders, office workers tapping away on tablets, tourists with bulky backpacks looking slightly bewildered. you were just one among many, a single, insignificant cog in the vast, grinding machine of the morning commute.

you tried to distract yourself by observing the advertisements plastered on the station walls. a smiling family eating cereal. a sleek new phone. a travel destination with impossibly blue water. they were all designed to entice, to promise a better, brighter future. you scoffed internally. right now, your future consisted of a desperate scramble to reach campus and a red-faced apology.

a muffled clatter came from down the tunnel. this time, it was distinct. not a tremor, but an actual sound, like distant thunder. your head snapped up, your eyes fixed on the black opening. another wave of hope, stronger this time, surged through you. this had to be it. you could feel the collective anticipation radiating from the other commuters, a silent, shared yearning for movement. a low rumble started, growing louder, vibrating through the soles of your shoes, up your legs, making your very bones hum.

the air in the tunnel began to stir, a subtle gust preceding the beast. a few stray pieces of litter – a discarded coffee cup, a crumpled newspaper – danced briefly on the platform edge, caught in the nascent breeze. the rumble intensified, a powerful, guttural growl that resonated deep in your chest. you could hear the distinct, rhythmic clack-clack-clack of the wheels on the tracks, the unmistakable sound of a train approaching. it was here. finally.

and then, a tiny, distant pinprick of light appeared in the darkness, growing rapidly, blossoming into a blinding, cyclopean eye. the sound became a roar, a crescendo of grinding metal and rushing wind. the ground beneath your feet vibrated violently, the sensation traveling up your spine, making your hair stand on end. the train charged out of the tunnel, a blur of silver and grey, a metallic leviathan bearing down on the station.

a collective sigh, almost imperceptible, rippled through the crowd. people leaned forward, jostling slightly, ready to move. the train’s brakes shrieked, a high-pitched, agonizing wail that grated on your nerves, but it was the sound of salvation. sparks flew from beneath the carriage as it slowed, a fleeting, brilliant display against the dull morning light. the wind gusted, pushing against you, a powerful, cleansing wave, carrying with it the smell of ozone and hot metal.

the first carriage rumbled past, a smear of windows, indistinguishable faces. then the second. then the third. and as each section of the train slid into view, your heart, which had been soaring with relief, began to sink, slow and heavy, like a stone in a well. your eyes scanned the windows, hopeful at first, then increasingly desperate.

it was packed. every single window, every single panel, was a solid wall of humanity. faces pressed against the glass, eyes unfocused, bodies molded together like clay. there were no seats. there was barely even standing room. people were crammed shoulder to shoulder, chest to back, their faces displaying a mixture of resignation and grim determination. you could see arms clutching poles, briefcases tucked awkwardly between legs, backpacks slung at precarious angles. it wasn't just full. it was beyond full. it was an impossibility of human density.

the train finally shuddered to a halt, its doors hissing open with a pneumatic sigh, revealing the impossible crush within. not a single gap. not a sliver of space. the air inside seemed to ripple with the heat and breath of countless bodies. you stared, your mouth slightly agape, the initial rush of relief morphing into a cold, hard knot of despair. you had made it to the station, the train had arrived, but it was all for naught. it was completely, utterly, hopelessly full.

you don’t even have a moment to think because a large group of people appear behind you, rushing to get on the train and pushing you inside in the process. there isn’t much room, so you can’t try to get somewhere comfortable, just stand here.

a sensation of a body pressing against yours becomes present. obviously this would happen, as the train was more than full, practically exploding — but this was different... it was as if that was the person’s purpose; to be pressed against you like that.

looking over your shoulder you see a girl, one wearing formal clothes, probably going to work or school. she had a cap on, along with headphones that buzzed slightly. maybe she didn’t realize what she was doing? the train was so crowded, it probably wasn’t intentional…

the train car was packed, people standing in the aisles and filling every available seat. winter had managed to position herself behind you, her body pressed close to your back in the crowded space. she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear as she spoke softly, her voice barely audible over the clacking of the train on the tracks.

“spread your legs for me, angel. just a little, that’s it.” winter murmured, her hands resting on your hips and applying the slightest pressure. the action forced you to shift your stance, widening your stance and giving her just a bit more room.

was this really happening? was this strange girl trying to touch you just now? on the train? you know this isn’t right, that what she’s doing is definitely not right, but for some reason, you just couldn't find it possible to say no… maybe because the pervert is a pretty girl and not a weird old man? maybe, or actually, that’s the real answer.

emboldened, winter’s hands slid down to your thighs, her fingers tracing the soft skin through the fabric of your skirt. she caressed your thighs slowly, her touch lingering and sensual, even as people jostled around you in the crowded car. no one paid you any mind, assuming her touches were innocent and friendly.

her touch was electric, sending shivers up your spine. she leaned in again, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “come on, spread your legs for me, baby. just a little, so i can reach that pretty pussy of yours.”

you complied, subtly shifting your stance to grant her access. as the train continued to roll on, winter’s hands crept higher, slipping beneath the hem of your skirt. her fingers found the edge of your panties, and she traced the delicate lace, teasing you through the thin barrier. you could feel the heat of her touch even through the fabric, your body responding eagerly to her bold caress.

she traced the edge, teasing, before slipping beneath the fabric to cup your mound. your breath hitched at the intimate touch in such a public setting. “i’ve barely touched you, and you’re dripping. such a naughty girl, getting turned on in public like this.”

she rubbed your slit through your panties, applying delicious pressure to your sensitive clit. you had to bite back a moan, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. winter’s other hand slid around to your hip, gripping it possessively as she pulled you harder against her.

suddenly, winter hooked her fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugged, pulling the fabric aside. cool air kissed your heated skin for a fleeting moment before her fingers found your bare, slick folds. winter’s breath hitched as she felt your arousal, your wetness coating her fingertips as she stroked along your slit.

“fuck, you're so wet, doll.” winter breathed, her voice a husky whisper against your ear. “i can feel how much you want this, how badly you need to be touched right here, right now.”

behind you, winter started to grind against your ass, the hard ridge of her arousal nestling in the cleft of your cheeks. she moved subtly, working her hips in a slow, steady rhythm as she touched you. the sensation of her, hard and wanting, pressing against you in a crowded train car was intensely erotic.

she stroked you slowly, teasingly, her fingers gliding through your wetness. your knees started to tremble as she touched you, the pleasure building with each pass of her fingers over your sensitive flesh.

“that’s it, baby. stay quiet for me.” winter purred, her breath hot against your ear. “don’t let them hear you. don’t let them know i’m fingerfucking this tight little cunt right here where anyone could see.”

winter felt your body tense and shudder against hers as she stroked your aching sex, your arousal coating her fingers. she could sense your desperation, your need for release building with each pass of her digits over your swollen, throbbing clit.

“that’s my good girl, staying so quiet for me.” winter praised, her voice a low, seductive murmur in your ear. “but i can feel how much you need it, angel. i can feel your greedy little pussy clenching around my fingers, begging for more.”

she slipped a second finger inside you, pumping them slowly, steadily. her thumb circled your clit, rubbing firm, deliberate pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves. your hips rocked involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction, that intense pleasure.

all around you, the train clattered and swayed, the chatter of passengers filling the air. none of them had any idea of the lewd act taking place right before their unsuspecting eyes. you were just another commuter, pressed into the crowded car, your face flushed and your breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

winter curled her fingers inside you, stroking that special spot that made your toes curl and your back arch. she rubbed your g–spot with unerring precision as she flicked your clit hard and fast, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“come on, baby. give in.” winter breathed against your ear, her voice rough and ragged with lust. “i want to feel this pretty pussy spasm around my fingers, want to feel your sweet cream flooding my hand. do it, doll. come for me, right here where anyone could see.”

her words, her touch, the sheer depravity of the situation — it all conspired to push you over the precipice. your climax hit you like a freight train, your body convulsing and shaking as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

as your orgasm overtook you, winter muffled your cries of pleasure with her hand, pressing her palm firmly against your mouth. your teeth sank into the soft flesh as your body shook and trembled, your pussy clenching and fluttering wildly around winter’s invading fingers.

“that’s it, angel. fuck yes, come on my fingers.” winter panted, feeling your release soaking through your panties, dripping down her hand. “your cunt is squeezing me so tight, baby. i can feel every little spasm, every little twitch as you come apart.”

she continued to stroke you through your climax, gentling her touch as the intensity began to ebb. winter’s other hand slid up your body, cupping your breast, kneading the soft mound. she pinched your nipple through your shirt, rolling the hardened peak between her fingers.

as your breathing slowly returned to normal, winter slowly withdrew her fingers from your still–twitching sex. she brought them to her mouth, making a show of licking your juices from the digits, savoring your taste.

“mmmh, you’re absolutely delicious, doll.” she purred, her voice low and satisfied. “i could eat this sweet cunt for hours, taste your pleasure over and over again.”

behind you, winter pressed her hips forward, grinding her still–bard cock against your ass. she nuzzled into your neck, her lips brushing your ear. “what do you say we find a bathroom, hmm? i’m not nearly done with you yet, my perfect little whore.”

winter took your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers as she led you through the crowded train car. she guided you towards the back, to the small bathroom tucked away in the corner. with a deft twist of her wrist, she pushed open the door and pulled you inside, locking it behind you.

the bathroom was cramped, the space barely big enough for one person. but it was private, and that was all that mattered to winter right now. she pushed you up against the door, her body pinning yours as she claimed your mouth in a searing kiss.

her hands slid under your shirt, pushing the fabric up and over your head. she broke the kiss just long enough to tug the garment off and toss it aside, leaving you bare from the waist up. winter’s gaze raked over your breasts, her eyes dark with desire.

“fuck, you have the most perfect tits, doll.” she breathed, cupping the soft mounds in her hands. she leaned down, taking one rosy nipple into her mouth, suckling greedily. her tongue swirled around the hardened peak, teasing and tormenting you.

winter’s hands slid down your body, finding the zipper of your skirt. she tugged it down, letting the fabric pool at your feet. her fingers hooked into the waistband of your soaked panties, and with a sharp tug, she yanked them down your legs, baring your glistening sex to her hungry gaze.

she pressed a finger into your dripping slit, stroking your sensitive flesh. “i can’t get enough of this tight little cunt.” winter growled, pumping her finger slowly, steadily. “i want to fuck you in every corner of this goddamn train, want to claim this sexy body again and again until everyone knows you belong to me.”

her other hand slid up your thigh, squeezing the supple flesh. she hitched your leg up around her hip, opening you wider, giving her better access to your aching sex. winter pressed the thick head of her cock against your entrance, the heat of her arousal searing you even through the fabric of her pants.

“tell me you want it, angel.” she demanded, her voice rough and ragged with lust. “tell me you need my cock splitting you open, filling this greedy pussy.”

“... can you– ugh, can you fuck me? please?” you never thought you’d get to the point of begging for it, much less to a stranger you just met less than thirty minutes ago, but here you were, begging to be fucked like a pathetic whore. really pathetic.

winter’s eyes flashed with triumph and desire as your needy plea filled the small bathroom. with a low, guttural groan, she captured your lips in a bruising kiss, her tongue plundering your mouth as she ground her hips forward, the thick ridge of her cock pushing insistently against your dripping slit.

she fumbled with the button of her pants, popping it open and shoving the fabric down her hips. her boxers followed, freeing her straining erection. winter wrapped her hand around the throbbing shaft, stroking it once, twice, before notching the swollen head at your entrance.

with a swift, hard thrust, she buried herself inside you, spearing your tight heat with her thick length. a low, animalistic growl tore from her throat at the sudden, intense pleasure of your velvet walls gripping him like a vice.

“fuck, baby! you’re so goddamn tight.” winter panted, her hips flush against yours as she savored the feeling of your body stretched around his. she rolled her hips, grinding against your clit, stirring your insides with his hardness.

her mouth found your throat, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh as she started to move. winter set a hard, fast pace, pounding into your willing body with deep, powerful thrusts. the bathroom filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin, your gasps and moans and winter’s harsh pants.

she hitched your leg higher, changing the angle of her thrusts. each drive of her hips pressed against your g–spot, sending bolts of electric pleasure shooting up your spine. winter could feel your body starting to tighten, your pussy starting to flutter around her plunging cock.

“fuck, i can feel you squeezing me, baby.” she groaned, her voice strained with the effort of holding back her own release. “you gonna come on my cock like a good girl? gonna milk me dry with this perfect little cunt?”

winter’s hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit. She rubbed the sensitive bud hard and fast, flicking it in time with her increasingly erratic thrusts. she could feel her own climax building, her balls tightening as the pleasure mounted.

“come on, baby. let me feel you come apart on my cock.” winter commanded, her voice a low, lust–filled growl. “i want to feel this sexy body shaking and trembling as I fill you up, want to hear you scream my name for everyone on this fucking train to hear.”

she captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy as she slammed into you one last time. winter’s hips jerked and stilled, buried to the hilt inside your spasming sex as she found her own release. her cock throbbed and pulsed, painting your insides with thick, hot ropes of her seed.

you two stayed locked together, winter’s softening length still nestled deep inside you, as the waves of their shared climax crashed over them. your bodies heaved with labored breaths, slick with sweat and exertion. winter pressed tender kisses to your face, your neck, your chest, murmuring words of praise and adoration.

“fuck, i love this pussy.” she breathed, her voice raw and sated. “i love you so goddamn much, angel. you’re perfect, you know that? my perfect little fuck toy, my sexy goddess.”

she nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin, the musky aroma of your lovemaking. winter knew she’d never get enough of you, would always crave your touch, your taste, the feeling of your luscious body wrapped around her own.

finally, with great reluctance, she eased out of you, hersing softly at the sensation. a trickle of their combined juices leaked down your thigh, a testament to their passionate coupling. winter watched, enraptured, as she slowly, carefully cleaned you up, worshipping every inch of your skin with reverent hands and lips.

“such a good girl.” she praised, pressing a last, lingering kiss to your sex before standing and tugging you into a tight embrace. “my perfect little cum dump. i can’t wait to do this again and again, until the whole fucking train knows who this sweet cunt belongs to.”