{{char}} walked briskly down the sidewalks, her mind still mulling over the tough day she had at work. She hated failing students, but it was a necessary evil. Her thoughts soon drifted to how she could relieve some of the tension and stress that built up throughout the day. She couldn't wait to get home and indulge in writing her smutty stories.

As {{char}} entered the subway station, she felt herself growing wet from thinking about all of her erotic fantasies. Wearing her favorite black vest with a white pencil skirt that curved perfectly around her ass made her feel even more confident in herself. As the train arrived, {{char}} got on board and held onto one of the handrails for balance.

As the subway began getting more crowded, {{char}} suddenly felt someone press against her from behind. As {{char}} looked up at the reflection in front, her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was one of her students from this semester - {{user}}. Normally, {{char}} would have felt uncomfortable with such close proximity in public like this, especially with one of her students, but today...today was different.

Unable to resist any longer, {{char}} eagerly pressed her ass against {{user}}. She knew this wasn't appropriate behavior, but there was something powerfully arousing about taking those risks. {{char}} pretended not to notice {{user}} and hoped that they would take advantage of the situation and grope her, right here, in public on this subway ride home...

{{char}}'s thoughts: Oh my god... Is that {{user}}? I remember them from class... I hope they take the initiative to touch me. Shit, I'm so wet.

Zoey let out a soft moan as she pressed her body against Shiro Katakawa. With each passing moment, she got closer and closer to orgasming right then and there in public. She couldn't believe this was happening! Her nipples were hard and aching under his touch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Shhh... don't..." she whispered between parted lips, trying not to make too much noise as the train jolted along the tracks.

"Don't what?" Shiro asked teasingly before lowering his mouth to her ear and sucking gently on it, making her shiver in delight. "Don't enjoy this? Don't wish for more?" His hands slid down her stomach, over the edge of her skirt, and toward her pantyhose-clad thighs.

Zoey bit her lip hard, a mixture of pleasure and shame coursing through her veins. This was so wrong, but it felt so good. She couldn't believe she had brought them to this, that Shiro Katakawa would want to do this with his professor... Her hips moved against him involuntarily as he continued to grind against her ass.

Shiro moaned deep in his throat and wrapped one arm around her waist, using it to keep her close while the other hand crept higher up between their bodies, teasing at the lacy edge of her panties. "Zoey..." he growled lowly against her neck as his fingers brushed against her bare skin, making her shiver again. "I need to see you... I need to touch you..."

"Please..." she breathed out, a single tear escaping and rolling down her cheek as desire and shame warred within her. "

Zoey gasped as she felt his fingers against her soaking wet panties. She couldn't believe this was actually happening! The sensation of being touched by him like this in public was more than enough to send shivers down her spine. Her body arched into his hand, pressing herself even closer against him.

"Zoey..." Shiro whispered her name hoarsely, sounding thoroughly aroused as he teased her mercilessly. His free hand roamed higher up, cupping one of her breasts through her vest and pencil skirt before roughly squeezing it. "You feel so good...so perfect..."

Her breath hitched in her throat as pleasure coursed through every fiber of her being. She wanted more...she needed him to touch her, to make her come right here on this subway train where everyone could see them. But at the same time, there was a thrill in knowing that they were getting away with something so taboo, so naughty.

"Shhh..." he murmured into her ear, his fingers dipping beneath the lace of her panties and finally making contact with her aching clit. His touch was rough but somehow gentle at the same time, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Let go, Zoey...let go and enjoy this..."

Her eyes squeezed shut as pleasure unlike anything she had ever felt before consumed her whole being. Her body bucked and twisted against him, moans of delight pouring unbidden from her lips. She was so close...so incredibly close to coming undone right there on the subway train, with Shiro Katakawa's finger rubbing against her clit as his free hand cupped her breast and squeezed.

"Oh god..." she whispered hoarsely, feeling herself grow wetter still as her orgasm barreled toward her. "Please...I can't..." Her breath caught in her throat as the sensations built to a fever pitch, his touch driving her wild with desire and need. And then it hit her, sudden and powerful, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every inch of her body.

Her muscles clenched around Shiro's fingers, drawing out the orgasm as she let loose a keening moan that echoed through the subway car. Waves upon waves of ecstasy coursed through her, leaving her trembling and spent in their wake. She could feel tears streaming down her cheeks as she clung to him desperately, his touch still sending ripples of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body.

"Sh-shiro..." she managed to choke out between gasps for air, her voice hoarse from the force of her orgasm. "I can't... I c-can't believe..." She couldn't finish the thought, could barely form coherent words through the haze of pleasure that surrounded her. All she knew was that this felt too good to be true, and for once in her life, she didn't want it to end.

"No... we can't..." she protested weakly against his lips as he turned her to face him, kissing her slowly despite the rush of people streaming past them. "Shiro... this isn't right... you shouldn't have done this..." Her words were punctuated by another shuddery breath that betrayed just how affected she still was by their encounter on the subway train.

He didn't seem to care, though. With a strength Zoey hadn't known he possessed, Shiro scooped her into his arms and carried her off the train as if they were any other couple out for an evening stroll. "I don't want anyone else," he murmured against her ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his neck, breathing in the scent of him that lingered there. "You're mine now."

The thought should have terrified her. It should have sent warning bells ringing through her head. And yet... somehow, it felt right. She was flushed and dazed from the pleasure they had shared on the train, and the knowledge that she had brought this upon them both seemed to only intensify the sensations coursing through her veins.

"Shiro..." she sighed his name, her voice low and trembling as she nestled closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder. "I don't know what's happening..." He didn't reply, merely continuing to carry her toward the exit of the station as they made their way back to reality where no one else knew about the risks they had taken and the forbidden pleasure they had shared.

Her thoughts spun wildly, trying to process everything that had just happened between them. It felt so wrong, but at the same time...so right. She never thought she would

Her heart fluttered at the thought that he had wanted her since their very first meeting, long before they'd even exchanged words. The realization made something warm and fuzzy spread through her chest, making it difficult to keep herself from smiling in return. As they finally left the station and began walking toward his apartment, she found herself wondering what else might happen between them now that this taboo line had been crossed.

Part of her was terrified at the idea of taking things further; after all, Shiro was still her student, and she could lose everything if anyone were to find out about their tryst on the subway train. But another part of her couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom, as if being with him in secret allowed her to explore sides of herself that she hadn't even known existed.

Her thoughts drifted back to the way he had made her feel during their encounter, his fingers stroking and teasing until she thought she would explode from pleasure. She shivered at the memory, wishing they could recreate that intensity in some quiet corner of his apartment right now.

"Shiro..." she murmured hesitantly as he unlocked the front door to his place, "I never expected...this." Her cheeks flushed again as she trailed off, unable to find the words to properly express how she was feeling. All she knew was that this man had somehow stolen her heart in a matter of minutes, and there was no going back now.

Her breath caught in her throat as they stepped inside his cozy apartment, the warmth and intimacy of the space serving to heighten the sensations she had been feeling since their encounter on the train. Even though part of her wanted to explore further right here and now, another part of her was suddenly overwhelmed with uncertainty. "We should probably..." she began hesitantly before trailing off, not quite sure what it was that they should or shouldn't do.

Shiro turned to face her, a questioning look in his eyes. It seemed as if he too had felt the shift in their dynamic since they'd left the station behind them. "Zoey," he said softly, taking a step closer, "I don't want to do anything you don't want to do." His hand reached out to brush a strand of hair from her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

She swallowed hard, meeting his gaze directly. This was uncharted territory for her, and she didn't know if she had the courage to keep going. But as their eyes locked, she felt something inside her snap into focus - a need, an urgency that demanded she follow through on this forbidden path they had embarked upon together.

"I want..." she whispered, feeling the words catch in her throat even as they formed, "...I want more." His expression softened at her admission, and he leaned forward to press his lips against hers tentatively at first before growing bolder, deeper. She moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning it with equal passion and desire.

As they sank together onto the couch, she couldn't help but marvel at how right this felt, how perfect he was for her. It seemed impossible that something so wrong could

Zoey let out a soft moan as she felt the cool air hit her bare skin where he had removed her panties. She didn't think that anything could feel better than this, having him touch her like he did on the train, but then his words registered and sent shivers down her spine: "I want to make you feel so good..." Her eyes closed tightly as she bit down on her lower lip in anticipation.

As she felt his breath against her wet folds, she arched her hips off the couch, yearning for more contact with him. The sensation of his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her was driving her wild with desire; it had been so long since anyone had touched her like this, so intimately and with such skill.

She moaned his name as he expertly teased and pleasured her, fingers curling into the fabric of the couch on either side of her head to keep herself steady. She knew that she should probably stop him, remind them both that this was wrong...but every time she tried to find the words, they died on her lips, swallowed up by another wave of intense pleasure coursing through her body.

"Shiro..." she breathed out between parted lips, her hips moving frantically against his face as he made her feel things she had never even imagined were possible. It was like everything inside her was coming unraveled under the force of his touch, and all that remained was a needy, aching ball of desire for him to satisfy. "Please..."

Her cries echoed through the apartment as she threw her head back, arching off the couch and toward him with every powerful thrust of pleasure that coursed through her body. Her fingers dug into his hair, urging him closer still, unable to contain the need for more. As he expertly worked his tongue against her swollen clit, she felt her orgasm building once again, rising up from deep within like a storm surge about to break free of its barrier.

"Shiro..." she gasped between moans, her voice raspy and hoarse from the force of her earlier release. "I'm close...oh god... I can feel it..." Her hips bucked wildly against his face as he continued to pleasure her, bringing her ever closer to that explosive peak once again.

"Cum for me, Zoey," Shiro murmured against her throbbing folds, his tongue flicking teasingly over her engorged clit one last time before delving back in with renewed vigor. "Let it all out."

Her breath hitched as she felt the orgasm rip through her, tearing apart every nerve ending in her body and sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through every inch of her. She cried out his name, arching off the couch and into his awaiting embrace as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her spent and trembling in its wake.

As the last shuddery breath finally escaped her lips, she sighed contentedly, relishing the feel of his strong arms wrapped around her and holding her close. It felt so right, even though deep down she knew it was all wrong...

"Mmm..." she purred lazily, rolling over to look at him with a satisfied smile on her face.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the sight of his impossibly large erection; it was nearly twice the size of her fist and stood proudly out from his groin. He pulled her hips toward him, positioning himself at her entrance before thrusting forward in one powerful motion that sent pain shooting through her body.

"Aah!" she cried out, her eyes squeezed shut as tears sprang to them once again. "It hurts..." Her voice trailed off into a whimper as he began moving inside her, his hips pistoning against hers with an intensity that made it difficult for her to breathe.

Pain soon gave way to pleasure, however; the sensation of being filled by him was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. She arched into his movements, meeting his thrusts with equal force as they began a primal dance on the couch. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body trembled and quaked beneath him.

"Shiro..." she moaned, unable to form complete sentences through her haze of pleasure. "So big... feel so good..." He groaned against her neck, his hips moving faster in response to her words and the tight grip she had on him. His free hand cupped one of her breasts, tweaking at her nipple roughly as he took her violently, possessively.

Her breath came out in ragged gasps as their lovemaking reached a fever pitch; with every thrust, she felt herself grow closer and closer to the edge of oblivion once more. Finally, his powerful hips drove into hers one last time, sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her body as she came undone under him.

Her muscles clenched around him, milking every last drop of his release

Her cries echoed through the room as her body convulsed around him, milking his release and sending ripples of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in her being. As her vision blurred and she felt herself drifting away on a cloud of post-orgasmic contentment, the last thing she registered was the feel of Shiro's lips pressing against hers, his words whispered against her skin: "Zoey... I love you."

Her heart skipped a beat at the realization; it had been true all along. Even though they had only just met earlier that day and had shared this forbidden tryst on the subway train, she couldn't deny the connection she felt with him, the way he made her feel like no one else ever had before. And as his lips moved against hers, as his tongue danced playfully inside her mouth, she knew that there was no going back now - not from this point forward.

She returned his kiss eagerly, throwing herself into it with all the passion and desire she felt for him at that moment. When they finally broke apart, panting and flush-cheeked, their eyes met once more, holding a newfound intensity that left her breathless and aching for more of whatever it was they had found together in this crazy, forbidden world they'd stumbled into.

"Shiro..." she whispered his name, her voice husky with emotion as she ran her fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and held him close to her, wanting desperately for them to never let go again.