pairing: pining!farleigh start x clubrat!reader
synopsis: you're known in your university to be the hardest partier there, every illegal substance has been in your body at an illegal age. atop of that you don't have hangovers. no wonder you're at the club everyday. you know who else is? farleigh motherfuckin' start.
warnings: illegal drinking and substance abuse, quite rough sex, being lowkey touched up by your girl mates, reader choking farleigh, slapping in the sexual context.
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song that matches the vibe (fic was based off of this)
a/n: this is for you alexa @flipsconhelado
the room was fucking spinning. regular occurrence but still, a vision nobody can get familiar with.. every bright light formed into a large orb and every voice became hushed. this is the life, isn't it?
"[y/n]! shots girl!" venetia called at you, summoning you like a rabid dog. you fashionably stagger over to her in your pointy heels, grabbing the shots as if they were to run away from you. in all fairness, you're technically their most threatening predator.
the boiling liquid washing down your throat is like a cleansing, a feeling you're so incredibly used to but not tired of. you flick your head downwards, causing your shades to fall upon your nose, the lights becoming less of an annoyance now.
the dance floor seduces you again, you take your spot and start dancing to whatever beat you like really, you're too intoxicated to follow a simple melody of whatever overrated club song was booming. your hands roam around your own body, around your hair and your feet are taking steps to a rhythm.
a familiar yet forgettable face appears amongst the crowd, approaching you. you keep your movements, waiting for what this person has to offer you. that's what people come to you for anyway. it almost seems like people have a bet to fill you up to the your maximum with substances, to see if you have a boiling point.
"oi [y/n]. you want some pretty snowflakes for your pretty face?" he quips, lifting up his hand that has a line of coke waiting to be demolished by you.
"how can i fucking refuse!" you exclaim, holding his arm for stability as you press one of your nostrils in to sniff up the substance successfully, resulting in a cheerful chuckle from the guy who supplied you. he shoves you in a playful manner and lets the crowd take him away.
expectedly, you immediately got light headed after that, everywhere you looked was abnormal, whether it was things multiplying or being way too distant or way too close. loud yells of curiosity is presumably targeted to you, huh, i wonder what they're on about, you think as your head slams against the solid floor.
you always managed to wake up in your dorm after these repetitive nights of clubbing, assuming it's just the universe on your side you never questioned it. you never questioned anything.
your place lands in an english literature classroom filled with comfortable chatter, your pen doodles on a mind map of a character you're supposed to be analysing while engaging in conversation with venetia.
"-but my overall answer; it depends, being on ecstasy during sex is all up to how the persons body takes it. because i know for one, i feel like i'm on cloud nine when on ecstasy, but i also know that you have a panic attack every time you're on it." you conclude to the question she asked you, every word filled with passion and odd knowledge. god should this be a career? "ahh, you know, valid answer, so valid." venetia hums, her pen ticking onto her lip as she takes in the information.
you smile as you admire your adorable friend. your smile is quick to fade as she gives you a look that is all too filled with excitement as she nudges her head to a certain direction. god, this could only mean one thing. your gaze follows the direction her head was guiding you to, that same gaze lays on farleigh, staring right back at you.
his chair at an angle, almost like he wanted it that way so he can be comfortable while watching you, head tilted sightly and his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. his stare is set with an intention that is unknown and it's a stare he's been sending you ever since you stepped foot on this campus. farleigh lets out a teasing chuckle as he notices your attention before turning his away from you.
"god, what is his deal? like genuinely, does he want to fuck or fight? i'm seriously torn here." you think out loud towards your friend who's lapping up this tension and laughing like a hyena. "i don't know girl but whatever he wants to do, he wants it." she retorts, laying a jokingly comforting hand on your knee. you utter;
a burgundy red lipstick presses upon your lips while your hips are taken from behind by your girlfriend. "ugh [y/n] to have your body. i seriously don't know how drugs have been in you more than men have." she whines, looking into the mirror in front of you as she talks. "men do this thing called talking and it really puts me off." you banter, meaning it fully. i mean seriously, you can get the same (dare i argue better) high from a vibrator and some coke. laughs scatter around your dorm room in response to your truthful sarcasm. "yeah i wonder what she'll do when she finds out who the mystery guy is that gets her back to her dorm each night." venetia questions teasingly as she fixes up her two piece outfit. the room erupts in gasps and further questions, you never, ever talk about how you get home at night in fear you'll have some sort of jinx effect and you wont find yourself in your dorm each night anymore. "uh! no, no! whatever angel takes me home at night will take care of their anonymity carefully i hope. i don't care for romance at the moment." you finish, trying to cease all the curiosity amongst the room.
an irritating vibrating sound causes everyone's ears to chirp up, wondering if its their cells and whatever person entertaining them at the moment. "ugh, [y/n], it's farleigh. again." venetia groans, throwing you your mobile. you huff in response, hanging up the phone. you've been denying all his calls and attempt in conversation, you recognise his slutty reputation and you won't dare be a man's name on a list that he can cross off. "let's go now, the bouncer's probably waiting for us." you hum, your purse resting on your arm as you lead the way out. "oo i love adam!" venetia squeals.
going the club being known as the person you are is like being the main attraction in an art gallery; everybody's main purpose of being there is to see you. so it's expected to get rampaged when entering.
your heel clicks onto the hard floor, tinted shades glazing upon everyone scurrying over to you and your group. "[y/n]! we've been waiting for you girl! we got shots upon shots upon shots lined up." a girl squeals at you, a hand hinting you over, to which you of course comply with a subtle smile.
"rainbow shots! like a shit ton. people say you get the drunkest off these little fuckers." she giggles, a hand on your shoulder as you down them. "god knows what the put in these." you exhale, shaking your head and heading off to the intimate dance floor.
hands gather on your body, caressing and grazing and never grabbing, unless someone wants a broken limb. you can't help and bathe in the touches, feeling like a legendary jewel that everybody's pawning for. the music seems to boom louder as the amount of hands pawing at you increase, like there's a climax to this situation.
and there was. 'cause when are you wrong?
an assertive hand wraps around your forearm, dragging you into their chest. your head tilts up to meet the gaze of whatever confident geezer has the audacity to rip you from the spotlight into his mediocre arms.
"hi superstar." farleigh teases, looking down at you intensely, almost as if he's trying to remember every little detail about this moment. "jesus! fuck i-" you're about to argue the neediness and daringness of this repetitive face, but he can sense your need to conflict with him, and knows exactly how to shut you up.
"i have pills. we should do them." he states with a calm smirk on his pretty lips. a breath has been unknowingly held in your chest during this interaction. the words sliding out of his mouth make you release it and hold a slight pout. "fine." you conclude.
he lets out a small chuckle as his grip loosens but still remains on you, leading you to a vip at the back (which you bought access to as soon as you found about how close this club was to your campus). the two of you make yourself comfortable in the leather booth, eagerly popping pills as if you're a first timer.
gazing up at the ceiling, a large hand finds it way on your leg. you huff.
"why are you so eager to get me into bed farleigh?" you ask, frustrated, looking over at him. farleigh's eyes, dare i say, soften. his grip on your leg tightening slightly. "what?" his eyes flicker to his hand and back at you, removing his hand and placing it on the table in front of you guys. "not everybody's trying to fuck you, superstar." farleigh insults, taking outa cigarette from his pocket and lighting it, an obvious sign he's conflicted.
you scoff, "i'm sorry? you're that pathetic that when i state the obvious you get insecure and frail and can't even stand your ground and admit a basic truth?" you rebuttal, facing your body towards him with a grimace.
farleigh's tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, hesitant to hurt your feelings. doesn't mean he won't do it though.
"does it not occur to you that perhaps i was trying to maybe fucking hang out with you? maybe i thought that this girl everybody was creaming over for purely being a drug vacuum, had more to her than that and i was curious on finding that shit out." he spits back, face inches from yours. what is his fucking deal? your teeth grit against each other in wrath as you try to conjure up reasons why he would take it upon himself to play lover boy with you. a hostile hand wraps around his throat and pushes down, causing him to fall onto his back in the booth, you fall with him on purpose just to bring your body on top of his and your noses basically touching. through gritted teeth, you speak;
"i have a feeling nobody's ever told you to shut your fucking mouth."
farleigh's breaths stutter in difficulty to inhale, his grips finding place on your hips, nails digging into them pathetically. his eyes desperately wander into yours, almost like he's trying to communicate his need for you to let go of him and finally his shoes, slipping, sliding and scuffing the leather of this booth due to his failed attempts to pick himself up. you shift your weight into the arm that leads to your hand choking him to take a deeper look at him. this is the only time you've found yourself wanting to actually get into farleigh's pants. when he's a mess before you.
letting out a sigh, you let go of his throat, placing a hand on his chest instead, straightening up your posture, still mounting his chest. "fine, let's fuck." you conclude. farleigh's expression changes from utter confusion and hostility to joy and acceptance, grabbing your hips and rubbing them towards his growing hard on. you can't help but smirk at his switch of moods, grabbing a chunk of his coils as you dip dip down to slam your lips against his, your back arching so perfectly it feels professional.
farleigh lets out a grunt into the kiss, both of you devouring each other while swiftly moving more into each others bodies. your clothed cunt remains causing friction onto farleighs growing cock, the grip on your hips growing and slight whimpers being caught into the kiss.
you catch onto his neediness and pull away, his eyes sparkling and lips glossy as he searches for the reason why the sudden pleasure stopped in your eyes. you're mind softens at the sight, but your eyes remain solid.
"I'm not doing any work farleigh, if you want to fuck me, you'll have to fuck me." you instruct, slowly undoing his belt, taking out his needy dick that's been begging for anything. farleigh scoffs slightly,
"you know i was expecting you to be hard work but-"
"If you want your dick in my pussy, you need to at least act like you deserve it." you spit, his cock in your grip, you squeeze way too hard for a grown man to handle, leaving him sucking air through his teeth and quickly patting your hips in overstimulation.
"-sorry, sorry, sorry!" he whines, exhaling deeply as your grip loosens on his poor cock.
farleigh subtly bites his lip at your treatment towards him, lifting you carefully by the waist and slowly sliding his dick in, letting his brain memorise every little feeling of your tight cunt. your breath falters as his large size fills you up, you roll your head back, not embarrassed of the noise spilling out your mouth.
the man beneath you is eager to satisfy you, you know this as his hips impatiently slam up into you as you refuse to move in order to please a guy. the room fills to the brim with the sounds of skin slapping and excited moans, farleighs slutty waist begins to move with hips, his whole body adopting a rhythm of going up and down like a wicked rollercoaster while his mouth lays upon, his tongue poking into his cheek out of focus, assuring himself to get a right angle.
your body cant help but bounce in reaction to his, your eyes squeezed closed, taking in the pleasure of having a perfect mediocre dick inside you, something you haven't let yourself feel in god knows how long. your hands rest upon your own thighs that are spread far apart to make sure your pussy gets every inch of farleigh's dick, farleigh's speed makes your head rest back, letting his cock's damage be done to you.
"f-fuck, gonna cum farleigh." you moan out, farleigh grins in response, keeping his pace in order to make you reach your high, he presses a hand onto the arch of your back, making you lay chest-to chest with him, allowing him to place kisses around your face and neck, not daring to kiss your lips in fear you'll find it too intimate and hop off his dick.
the bliss of the sex and kisses brings you to your high, your cum glazing his cock nicely, moaning his name insanely loud to come down from your high, farleigh can't help but cum right after, your moans being his largest source of validation he's gotten in years.
repetitive, heavenly whimpers escape from his mouth, his thrusts growing sloppy and deeper. as your breaths exchange and your foreheads touch, you can feel a wave of sleepiness fall over you, your heads weight falling completely onto farleigh's forehead as you hum;
your eyes twitch open to adjust to the sunlight entering your room. a yawn escapes your mouth, stretching nice and wide, but mid stretching your legs, it encounters an obstacle. you lift your neck up to see what's blocking your foot:
"yeah and guess who's dorm i'm in?" he asks, planted on the end of your bed, one hand with a cigarete out your window and one holding his phone up to his ear.
"[y/n] [y/l/n]. yeah you'd think i'd be able to sleep here after all these nights of trynna get her in here safe at the end of all her crazy night outs." he chuckles while exhaling the smoke out his mouth.
you let out a sigh of frustration.
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