Your freshmen year of college had been pleasant, peaceful even. You’d been rooming with someone just as studious and academically driven as you. She’d been quiet and considerate, and sometimes you’d even study together.
Nothing of much interest had happened that first year and before you knew it, the year had come to an end. The summer was likely spent relaxing and vacationing, hanging out with friends, and going to parties for most students.
For you, it had been spent visiting home and tutoring to earn some extra cash to pay for the new textbooks you’d need for the upcoming semester.
When you got back to campus, you were excited to see your new roommate, whom you’d befriended the previous year. So you’d been surprised when you’d arrived at your dorm to be met with a complete stranger.
Your old roommate had applied for a transfer to their dream school and gotten accepted. You’d felt a little sad at the time, wishing they’d at least said goodbye.
Warnings: smut, fem!reader insert (anatomy and petnames), d/s, power imbalance, overstimulation, forced orgasms, choking, fingering, brief fisting, light spanking, mean!kylo, references to PIV sex, poor proof-reading
His shoes were shiny from this angle. The material appeared glossy and new, you wondered how old they were? The floor was glossy new, likely cleaned this morning while you were out, in line with the First Order’s stringent cleanliness standards. You probably wouldn’t have paid so much attention to something stupid like the ground were you not in your current position, dangling over the lap of the supreme leader of the first order. There was a large arm wrapped around your waist keeping you tight against his torso in case you felt like making any fruitless attempts to run.
a/n: this is for my bitch @raibebe because we keep making stupid bets. hope you like this filth!!!!its my first poly nomin fic and i am nervous because i absolutely suck at threesomes. omg this is so filthy, need to take a dip in holy water. please leave feedback <3
The tunes of the electric guitar blared through the speakers in the center.
You stood at the front of the enlivened crowd cheering for the band up on stage. The two lead singers, having your mesmerised gaze on them. You watched the veins pop out in their neck as they gave their all in singing. The ridges on Jeno’s arm standing out as he gripped his guitar tightly, the way Jaemin’s hand was enclosed tightly around the microphone, and their ethereal faces glossed with sweat as it trickled down their temples. Fuck.
This all made them even hotter than they already were. A lot of bras were being thrown at them and you couldn’t help but feel a bubble of laughter forming in your throat at those poor girls screaming for Jeno and Jaemin to screw them.
ᴛᴀɢꜱ/ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: 18+, smut, soft dom + horse cock Aone, he’s also lovestruck lol, kinda soft smut, sitting cowgirl/cock riding, fucked out expressions, some spit strands lol, no not ecstasy the drug ecstasy the feeling, bit of fluffy angst if you squint, drabble
ᴀ/ɴ:I’ve just been getting more and more fond of Aone recently ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎
18+ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ! ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ: ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ!
He watches the strand of spit dangling between his lips and yours as he pulls away. He’s in love with the way you don’t seem to care.
No, you’re too fucked out for that. Every inch of his cock has been buried so deep inside you for so long – stretching you, moulding you, claiming you – that your eyes are starting to roll back in your head.
That expression – that wonderful expression. Ecstasy eyes as he grips you by the hips and pulls you down onto him in such a firm, passionate pace.
“Look at me,” Aone says, panting; his chest rumbling against your ribcage. It’s an order, but it’s soft and adoring, hovering between a demand and a plea.
And of course, you obey, looking him in the eyes as you slop around his girth to the rhythm his own hands have set.
“Good girl,” he breathes, admiring you in your entirety. The shape of your chest, and stomach, and thighs, the sweat drenching your skin, the twitching of your muscles, the lust in your looseness around such a large, thick cock. All of it. He’s consumed by it. Hypnotised.
But most importantly, by those eyes. Those ecstasy eyes as you break and cum around his cock again, that he is sure he could watch forever and ever. On loop, on repeat. He would be happy.
“Please don’t ever get tired of me,” he whispers in your ear as you hang from his neck, gasping through your high.
He didn’t mean to say it out loud, and yet there it was – thrown between you to be judged.
But to his surprise, your hips are already moving again, grinding against his and determined as you find his lips, whimpering as you willfully overstimulate yourself.
Whelp, this one turned really dirty somehow but I said my first thought is what I’m going with and my mind is filthy so… I promise not all of these are going to be NSFW, lord knows I’d be so uncomfortable by the end of it - so even if you ask for it, don’t expect the results, ‘kay?
I3- Barbs: “We’re so getting caught…”
Warnings: NSFW, Exhibitionism, Overstimulation
Barbatos is the LAST person you would expect to have a naughty side. Even being so close to him, the MC could say with all sincerity that the man exudes class and grace like royalty himself. In the eyes of the friends and the public alike, it’s almost like he can do no wrong… however…
There comes a certain time of year where even Barbatos has trouble maintaining composure… Through centuries of practiced self-control and being too busy for a partner he can appear all but immune, but when his heat hits him he’s anything but. In truth, anytime his cycle hits him, Barbs is left hanging by a thread… Though he still might look like the picture of calm, on the inside he’s only two seconds away from tearing his own hair out in frustration.
So you can imagine what a relief it must have been for him to have the MC agree to help him for the first time in years? He could have never imagined that he of all people would be so fortunate to have a mate during his cycle!
Unfortunately for them, however, he had neglected to inform the MC about just how intense his need had become…
“Just a little longer, my love… I’m-ngh, a-almost done…”
Of course Barbatos would know what rooms of the Castle would be empty at any given time, but the MC had never guessed he’d be so brazen… When he invited them over for the afternoon, they thought that he’d just offer them some tea or a sweet treat, not that he planned to take them in the study of all places!! Sure, they agreed to help him through his heat, but they at least expected him to… you know… take them to a bed first instead of making them bend right over the desk…
“You sa-id that… hours ago…! Ah~!”
Caged against the hardwood in front of them and Barbatos’ surprisingly strong body at the back, the MC has little choice but to hang on to the edge of the desk to keep themselves in place. Their legs have given out a long time ago, but Barbs’ desperate thrusts haven’t shown any signs of slowing… It became clear to them by their third or fourth release that no human could ever have this kind of stamina, nor could any human ever hope to keep up. Barbatos had kept centuries worth of need and tension secretly boiling below the surface and now he’s intent on making them feel every moment of his relief…
His gloved hand cups over their mouth yet again to stifle their strained moans. Despite Barbs’ usual avoidance of risky behavior, hearing the MC agree to him had sent his mind into a blind frenzy. His actions were crude and vulgar, maybe even unseenly, but he’d wanted them… NOW.
And now all he could do was try his best to keep them quiet so the other servants wouldn’t hear their activities… even now he could hear the passing footsteps outside the unlocked door. But he couldn’t bring himself to stop now, even if he wanted to. Just the feeling of the MC tightening around him as they ride out their sixth release is proof enough for him…
“I… I know…” He removes his hand from their lips as they settle and leans down to plant a kiss on their cheek. Despite his labored breathing, occasionally peppered with moans and growls, he’s tried to stay somewhat refined even if it’s in speech only… “Not much longer… I swear…”
Before the MC can regain enough thought to respond, he hears a dreadfully familiar voice call out from down the hallway.
“Has anyone seen Barbatos? It’s almost time for dinner!”
Of course the young lord would be looking for him at this hour… He should stop himself, but…
While the MC would have expected Barbs to freeze the instant he heard his lord call for him, if anything he seems to push his thrusts in harder and deeper than ever before - practically spearing them to the desk. Whatever self-control the MC had still been clinging to before evaporates instantly as a string of moans and curses pour out of them.
“B-Barbs!Fuck~!! We’re gonna get cau-caught!”
A part of him knows that, but a greater part of Barbatos hardly cares. It just feels too good to stop… He can take the night off, can’t he? Let the whole damn Castle know that he’s indisposed and loving it! The fallout can come later!
A deep growl erupts from his chest as the MC feels him brace himself against the desk, wholly intent on finishing what he’s long since started… the rest of the world be damned.
