basicalky tho shes riding his face while hes cuffed n all, i can go into more detail if it doesnt work js lmk x
shout out to stacie for the request ! (and for waiting for a damn long time for me to write, im sorry đ)
ââinfluenceâ
sub!kai x reader
summary: based on the link above (account got suspended btw), kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac whoâs NOT a good person đ€Ż
warnings: 18+, smut, p link, sub!kai, no actual penetration, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, name calling (bitch & slut) đą, cumming in pants, restraints (m! receiving)
a/n: guess whoâs back LMAOOO guys uni is no joke im getting my ass beat
hateâs maybe too strong of a word to describe your dislike towards zac but everything he does pisses you off. itâs like theres physically a bad bone in his body navigating him in making stupid and evil decisions. like telling kai to stop others from taking the blue, resulting in chaos on the ship since richardâs no longer here to keep things in line. he was also the one who thought it was a good idea to have a party, celebrating god knows what, eating and wasting every resources you guys had on the ship.
he was also the reason the shipâs data room got destroyed and everyone had to clean up after him. the shipâs up and running again now, thanks to christopher. but the reason you hate zac is because heâs such a bad influence to kai. you couldnât blame kai for the things heâd done, he wouldnât have done them if it wasnât because zac told him to.
maybe he just felt like that was his calling, like he had a purpose on that ship, leading him to do everything zac told him to eventho theyâre stupid. in reality heâs more than that, heâs actually really smart, and good with electricals. heâs also really nice to you, itâs just that he tends to do the stupid things zac tells him to do because he thinks heâs not good enough. he needs to feel like heâs important, which is why he never wanna leave your side. you make him feel special, and needed. between that and the lack of blue in his system, he had grown to be really clingy with you. and his needs, his certain needs, now washing over him like a big perpetual confusing wave
you hear his stalking steps behind, following you through the ominous hall connecting the working quarters to your dorms. heâs been after your back all day, and now heâs even sniffing the trail of scent you left behind. âyou smell goodâ he starts, throwing his head back while dragging his hands down his face. he is getting ridiculous. now heâs sniffing you around like an animal ? âdid you shampoo ?â he continues, making you halt your steps for a moment to take his dumb words in before continuing to walk. shaking your head in disbelief that youâre responding to his question, âthey sent me the new ones to sample so yeah, earlierâ you explain, telling him about the new shampoo theyâve formulated, experimenting with improved ingredients from the lab. âcan you stop for a moment ? where are you going anyways ?â he hasten his steps behind you, pondering on how are you walking so fast. before you know it he manages to quickly grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. now that youâre forced to stop, you turn and raise your chin to look at him, whoâs grinning.
âi need to report back to them, kaiâ
âwhat ? like now ?â
âyes, nowâ
âthey can waitâ
moving the strand of hair out of your face, you sigh at him. looking up at him through your lashes, your face clearly unamused. âno kai, unlike you who clearly has nothing better to do theyâre actually working and contributing to the shipâ you squint your eyes as you say that, making him take a step back to scoff at you. if only he could channel this newfound energy or hormones on something else, he wouldâve actually made a difference. like maybe fixing and updating your database thats turning obsolete from how ancient it is, or come out with a new security system. that wouldâve made you drool over him, even reward with after a hard day of doing menâs job. instead, heâs been chasing you around the ship all day since yesterday, snooping up your ass, waiting as you do chores hoping to get in your pants. like you said, itâs the lack of blue
you gesture your hand around signalling that youâre done here if he doesnât have anything else to say, too tired of him to even roll your eyes. heâs frustrated to say the least, confused with his own neediness, struggling to navigate the feelings. he couldâve just gone to any other girls on the ship, theyâll gladly let him into their dorms but he doesnât want that, he doesnât want them. what the both of you have is something sacred to him that he refuses to jeopardise. even so, youâre starting to give him blue balls, heâs wondering how can you be so composed, as youâve also stopped taking the blue while heâs sweating and fidgeting. âgo find something useful to do kai, leave me aloneâ. itâs not like youâre mad at him, but it hasnât been long since the last time you gave in because of his pleas.
âwhy are you being such a bitch ? zacâs right, girls are fucking difficultâ kaiâs towering over you, letting go of your hands. he almost gave up when you start walking away before he continues his petty tantrum. âyou act like youâre sooo important, always doing this and that, acting like you donât want meâ youâve turned your heels away from him long ago, ignoring his silly words that are far from insults. you were about to block his voice out of your hearing before you hear him, âwalk away all you want but we both know you were begging for my cock like a slutâ youâre lucky the hallways empty or else anyone couldâve heard him easily. his last words flicked a switch inside your head, making you turn around to quickly stomp towards him. he canât be serious.
he couldâve accepted and just walk away like a man but decided to act like a bitch instead, whining around that you wouldnât let him get his dick wet. you reach over for his shirt, pulling him by fisting the fabric on his chest, your bodies almost colliding. you can feel his warm breath fanning over you as he falls quiet and his face drops. âyouâre so fucked, kaiâ you say as you start dragging him by his shirt, walking across the hallway before taking a turn towards his dorm. he struggles to follow your steps with you pulling him forward, forcing him to bend a little. he almost trips over multiple times on the shipâs floor. as you stop in front of his dorm, you push him forward, he almost stumble over his feet. âunlock itâ you order him, to which he quietly obeys, pressing his code into the lock display.
you push him inside quickly before locking the door behind you to avoid anyone noticing. after making sure itâs just the both of you, you step forward, making him step back before his heels hit the side of his bed in the small compound. heâs forced to sit as you settle between his legs, his head tilted upwards to look at you, too scared to look away. âim so tired of you running your mouth,â you begin, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb over his clear skin. heâs starting to regret the things he said to you, nervous anticipating whatâs going to happen now that heâs pissed you off. âdo you think youâre better than me ?â you ask him softly, waiting for his answer patiently as you can clearly see him keeping in his answer, his eyes trailing somewhere else. moving your fingers over his lips, you play with them, gently pulling at the bottom one. you smile at him.
âso you do think youâre better ?â before he could give you any response, you thrust your index and middle finger pass his lips, pushing down on his tongue. âyouâre pretty, kai,â you say, as you thrust your fingers further. âbut sometimes you can be such a bitchâ your fingers are now slotted snug against his tongue, he struggles to keep himself from gagging as his eyes are becoming glossy, small tears pooling at the corners. he shuts his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he tries to make out something but theyâre mumbled because of your fingers. you coo at him before retracting them and cupping his cheek. heâs short of breath yet wastes no time, âmâsorryâ you shake your head, giving him a look before firmly tapping his cheeks with your saliva covered fingers. traces of spit sticks onto his face as you push him down by his head, his hand grabbing at your wrist.
you quickly push your pants down with your free hand before quickly getting on top of him on the bed. heâs starting to smirk from seeing you sitting pant-less on him, thinking that you still gave in after all. he raises his hands to place them on your waist, before even starting to rub at your exposed thighs. you smile at him as you take his hands, guiding and placing them on your covered tits, earning a soft small moan from him. heâs happily kneading at the soft flesh as you reach over beside the bed, where there are drawers. you pull out one of them to fish out something before placing it over his hands, zip tying them together swiftly.
he was too caught up in the feeling, eyes closed and all to notice what youâre doing. he looks as if heâs panicking, trying to break the zip tie off but the frictionâs hurting his wrists. âfuck- i said i was sorry ?â he lets out, his bent knees moving around and hitting the wall. you let out a sigh looking at him, as he returns a wide eyed look at you, hoping for you to take the zip tie off. âplease baby ?â he tries again, before you move over him, your knees settling on each side of his head, your pussy hovering right above his face. âdonât baby meâ.
you couldnât be bothered to look at him as you run your hands through his tight curls, tugging slightly at the roots before settling all of your weight on his face, his mouth open to take your pussy. just as he flattens his tongue to lap up your juices he lets out a hummed moan, the vibration sending chills down your spine. you tighten your grab on his roots, making him hum, his tied hands behind you flailing around, tortured that he doesnât get to feel you. one thing kai is if heâs not anything else is heâs a pussy eater, and he can so it for hours. he gets off from eating pussy, and does it like nobodyâs business. but youâve never sat on his face, though heâs begged you to before. you werenât comfortable with the thought but you know this will shut him up.
he continues his laps against your pussy as his tongue licks at the sensitive nub, before gently sucking on it, making you whine loudly. you quickly snap out of the feeling to control your loudness, with the compound walls being thin as ever and people outside that might hear. kai doesnât have to worry about his sounds as theyâre all muffled by your pussy, so heâs moaning and whining against your folds each time his tastebud indulges your taste. his cockâs hard in his pants, begging to be let out and touched. so kai settles for the next best thing he could get right now, his tied hands cupping over his hard on and rubbing across the bulging length.
the friction of the fabric of his pants against his cock makes him feel good, heâs moaning as his hand rubs over his sensitive tip yet nothing compares to sinking inside your warm pussy. if you give him a chance right now heâs willing to kneel before you and beg for you to let him fuck, heâll promise to do all the work while you just lay down and be a pillow princess. unfortunately his mouth is covered and pressed down against your pussy. not that heâs complaining, he gets to suck and lap the juices off your folds.
youâve had enough of him having fun so you start grinding down, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his mouth and his nose. all you can see now is his eyes, glossy with long lashes staring back at you, his eyelid heavy from the pleasure. heâs moaning uncontrollably underneath you now that youâre grinding against his face, your clit nudging at his nose making you moan, your fingers tugging down at his roots. his hands are cupping his hard on, obvious bulge poking through his pants. his bent knees are flailing around from the pleasure, his hips bucking up into thin air, not quite enough to turn the restraint on his cock into pain. his waist hovers over the bed, as he speeds up his lapping against your folds. all while heâs tortured by the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, heâs overwhelmed by the sweet taste of your pussy and scent pushing down against his face. you let out a whine as you feel his lips sucking at your hole, slurping up the wetness leaking out with his tongue before fucking your hole with it.
heâs now fucking you with his tongue, sending you waves after waves of pleasure thatâll eventually come down sooner or later. âmnmgh, fu- so good kaiâ your praise fills him with more excitement to please you, as his slurping on your sex makes loud noises in the compound. âfuck, kai- you-youâre gonna be good after this ?â your question comes out staggered and whiny, the pleasure invading your words. he nods against your pussy, his nose nudging against your sensitive nub. âmmnhgh- oh my god, f- youâre gonna stop calling girls with that word ?â he nods rapidly, the repeated nudges of his nose making you twitch. the knot in your lower belly tightening as you pin his head down by his hair, before grinding harder against his face. you could feel his plump lips sucking on your clit. arching your back from the pleasure before looking down, you see his brown eyes already set on you, looking away just to watch your body move and writhe on top of him.
âoh my god- kai, fuck- gonna cumâ youâre now borderline bouncing on his face, your hips twitching as you chase your high. he knows that youâre about to cum as he speeds up his tongue fucking into your hole. âgonna give you my cumâ you hear him let out a muffled sound, as youâre busy chasing your orgasm. his hands are rubbing and squeezing down on his covered length, trying to calm the blood rushing thatâs making him rock hard. you let out your final whine before moaning hard, your hips halting its movements against his face as your orgasm washes down, and youâre cumming on his mouth.
you begin to raise your hips to hover over his mouth as you immediately hear him moan, his tied hands tugging at the back of your shirt. âfuck!â curses flow out of his lips as soon as he gets to speak. his hips are bucking hard because of his twitching thighs. your breasts are heaving, trying to catch your breath and settle down. you turn your upper body to look behind you to notice the small beads of white seeping through his pants, and the bulge poking through it twitching around. your eyes go wide at the view of him cumming untouched in his pants before turning back to look at him whoâs smiling at you, his eyelids droopy from being pussy drunk.
his smile is crooked and heâs seconds away from passing out. you cup your hands over your mouth for a moment before leaning down to gently kiss him, your fingers running slowly through his curls to massage his scalp. you reach again into the drawers to find a scissor, before turning behind to release his hands. he immediately reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, before you pull them away to slowly rub at his wrists. âmmhmâ your gentle touch offers him some relief, making him hum in contentment. the traces of the zip tie leaving red marks as your fingers smooth over the skin.
you tsk at the obvious imprint of the restraint on his wrists, which are probably hurting like hell yet heâs too awestruck to complain. youâre still on top of him, sitting on his steady chest as he just lets you inspect his hands, too worn out to even do anything. âi love youâ he mumbles out. you take his hands and place them together against your chest before leaning down again to kiss his lips. he gently returns the kiss before letting you kiss all up his cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. âpromise to be good, kaiâ his glossy eyes search into yours as his hands roam across your waist.
I DEMAND A WHINY AND SUBBY FARLEIGH WITH MANY MANY PRAISE AND EDGING AND END IT WITH OVERSTIMULATION JUST ABSOLUTELY MILKING THE FUCK OUT OF HIM
ignore this if you want to i'm just ovulating
ââabstinenceâ
sub!farleigh start x dom!fem!reader
summary: farleigh refuses to admit that heâs physically unable to keep his hands off you, so the both of you place a bet against each other, leading to a week of abstinence
warnings: 18+, nsfw, porn with plot, sub!farleigh, dom!reader, blowjob, handjob, excessive cum, cum swallowing, hint of male masturbation (didnât actually happen sadly), oh pRAISE KINK, overstimulation, unprotected p in v (please dont be like them), subby whiny whimpery farleigh, dacryphilia (he cries), size kink if you squint,
a/n: i tried to write a short one but shit turned into a full on smut oml. im a SUCKER for subby men btw thank you anon for the request ! (tho i kinda forgot about the edging :/) hereâs another sub!farleigh if you havenât already read it.
he scoffs at your smug look. youâve been coming at him with your presumption all evening. itâs nothing serious, just the fact that farleigh will always find ways to get his hands on you at the dinner table. heâd make sure that whenever youâre over at his house your assigned seat will always be next to him. you find him sweet for wanting to sit next to you at the table each time but youâd learned that the main reason is that he gets to tease you under the glossed wooden slab, all while youâre trying your best to respect the table manner. he thinks itâs funny, that you struggle to show that youâre well behaved in front of elspeth and james all while having his fingers slotted up your cunt. he thinks youâre cute for humouring his aunt still, even when heâs right beside you licking your juices off his fingers nonchalantly. until youâve had just about enough of his teasings
âthatâs why i said, youâre not even gonna last an hour without touching me you horny freakâ you say, not bothering to look at him while you both lie on the blanket heâd grab from the living room, pair of shades protecting your eyes from the sun. âi totally could, god you could be so self-conceited sometimesâ he responds while lying on his chest, his curly head resting on your stomach, his fingers playing with your robe. you cringe at his answer, the audacity. guess thatâs what you get for having him as a boyfriend. by the curls moving around on your belly you could tell the lakeside is windier than usual today. after noticing that you love spending time here just enjoying nature, farleigh would drag you out to the lakeside with a random blanket heâd snatched from the house in his other hand. then heâll lie next to you, mostly ghosting his fingers along your skin, with his chin in his propped up hand. just casually inspecting every inch of you. âdonât think soâ your quick and short answer makes his arms jerk from the ground. âi could literally bet on myself right nowâ he challenges in an assertive tone to which you scoff in return. you prop yourself up before pushing the shades out of your face to look him in the eyes. âoh i bet youâll give up before itâs even been a weekâ poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, youâre certain heâs gonna lose. âas if youâre not gonna be grabbing at my clothes, begging for my cock before thatâ you scoff at his words, âthat a bet ?â you ask him. âyouâre onâ he says before getting up and yanking the blanket beneath you, rolling you to the grass. âloser brings home the horny freak title !â he exclaims playfully as he starts running back to the house, leaving you to chase after him.
bouncing his legs, he swears heâs going insane because of the bet. he partially regrets even agreeing on that stupid bet now that heâs deprived of your body for almost a week. just a couple hours left, he thinks, while readjusting his collar. âsomething wrong, baby ?â you tease him from across the room, putting on your most innocent face. he looks at you with a flushed expression, unamused. you offer him a grin, concealing your own fervour perfectly. thereâs no way youâre showing him that the betâs affecting you just as much as it does him. youâre the one who were so confident. farleighâs just gonna make absolute fun of you if he even notices that youâve been agitated these last few days, from not being able to touch him. so far youâve done a great job acting like youâre gonna win the bet effortlessly, as if not touching him isnât ripping the conscience out of your body at every second. just a couple more hours till the betâs over. youâll make it, you convince yourself.
after bringing yourself to indulge in your own business at the other wing of the house, you canât help yourself from thinking about him. looking at the clock, you notice that itâs time. youâre quick to browse through the halls to find him before noticing that the door of you guysâ bedroom is closed, which indicates that heâs inside. saltburn has this policy of always keeping the door open when the rooms arenât being occupied, your best guess is so itâs easier for the maids. whatever, you just need him right now, to break the bet. bursting through the door, âfarleighââ as you call out to him, heâs scrambling on the bed, hands fast to pull the duvet over his lap. âfuckâ!â his eyes wide looking at you, shaking his head for no reason. ââŠwhat the fuck were you doing ?â your question feels rhetorical at the moment.
âthe bet is not touching each other !â
âyou hate touching yourself when im here ??â
âwell duhâ fuckâ his hand accidentally land on his erection
locking the door behind you, your steps rapid towards the bed, almost jumping on top of him as you smash your lips against his, leaving him taken aback by your sudden action. he pulls away, eyes staring into yours before you cup his cheek knowingly. âitâs over, you made it babyâ a wide grin spread across your face before leaning in to catch his lips in between yours hungrily. he kisses you back eagerly, tongue wet against your bottom lip, his hands running up and down your back, your sides, settling on your waist. squeezing on it, your open mouthed kiss gives his access to suck on your tongue as you feel his hard cock against your leg. âim so proud of you, you really held back. did such a good job babyâ your eyes bore into his with complete adoration, running your hand across his temple. he nods at your words, eyes locked into yours, his now swollen glossy lips agape. âyou were such a good boy, werenât you?â smiling at him, your fingers scratching the hairs at the lower back of his neck. âmhm-mhm, tried so hard for youâ he nods again. âi know baby, are you still gonna be good for me ?â you question, fingers still playing at the little hairs, your legs now straddling him. he reaches up to your face, trying to kiss you to show that heâs gonna obey.
leaning away from his searching lips, you softly push his face down. âwords ?â you ask, fingers tapping at his lips. he nods rapidly, âgonna be good- wanna be good for youâ at this point heâs willing to do or say anything. since he really tired so hard to prove himself at the bet, you think he deserves to be rewarded. âyou can touch all you want now baby. good boys get rewardedâ before you can even finish your words, heâs already pulling at the hem of your shirt, taking your top off. you yelp at his eagerness, and not another second spared before he has his mouth moulding against your tits. heâs kneading the soft flesh while mouthing at them like a starved man. you let him enjoy all the touches he wants after a week of holding back, it was hell for him. he made himself promise not to agree on such bet again. he couldâve touched himself, but he thinks itâs stupid cuz heâs got you. also the narcissist in him refused to give up so he could rub it all over your face.
you feel his warm wet tongue swirling around your nipples, before slightly biting at them, earning a breathy moan from you. arching your back to give him easier access, he has his eyes set on yours, maintaining eye contact all while his mouth struggle to stop sucking on your tits. watching your blissed out face, a moan forces its way from his throat, his hard cock leaking like crazy right now. pulling him off your nipples, you plant rough kisses on his jaw, trailing down his neck, to his collarbone, his chest, before settling a moment to lick at his nipples, taking him by suprise. he lets out a whine, realising that his nipples are also sensitive as fuck right now. crawling down, you yank the duvet off his lap making him moan loudly from the harsh friction against his cock, thatâs already painfully hard. you look up at him, his doe eyes staring back at you, chest heaving hard while his hands propped against the mattress, grabbing at the sheets beneath him. heâs quiet, waiting for you patiently. âyou just sit there okay ? be pretty for meâ he offers you a soft smile, nodding in compliance. settling yourself in between his legs, you crawl down towards his crotch, his cock standing tall infront of you. the tipâs red and swollen, beads of precum forming and dripping down his shaft, a prominent vein at the side. his balls full and heavy, threatening to spill his seed anytime now. farleigh struggles to control his laboured breath, his lips quivering at the overwhelming pressure of blood rushing to his cock. heâs doing everything he could to hold back from crying and cumming untouched. âpleaseâŠdo something, please ?â he pleads you, making your heart drop at his soft pleading voice. you nod at him, wasting no time as you drop a ball of spit onto his tip, before it trickles down his length. you wrap your hands around him, moving up and down to spread his precum and your spit all over, lubing it up. his hips buck upwards, as he let out a loud moan mixed with cracked whimpers. he has a hand resting on his forehead to help calm him down.
âturns out youâre not just a horny freak huh farleigh ?â he whines as a response, shaking his head with his lips pursed shut. you take his cock into your mouth as a whole, your lips now wrapped around his base, the neatly trimmed hair grazing the tip of your nose. his raging wet tip prod at the back of your throat, you can feel your throat bulging from his size. bobbing your head up, you grab his base with both of your hands, your arms pressing against his toned thighs. you continue to bob your head up and down, suckling at the tip before squeezing your hand down his base, earning a loud moan from him. his eyes are glued to you, wanting to watch your every movements eventho each of them threatens him to look away. clawing at the sheets, you notice his thigh twitching as you continue to worship his cock, slobbering saliva all over it, before sucking it all off. again and again.
heâs moaning from the pleasure, whimpering, trying to make up his mind whether to beg you to please donât stop or to pull you off his throbbing cock. all the pent up frustration in him is being forced out by your worship on his cock. you hollow your cheeks around his length while twirling your tongue around the tip before sucking it off with a loud pop sound. âcockâs sâpretty, babyâ smiling up at him, you lol your tongue above his cock. he watches your saliva slowly drip from the tip of your tongue to the tip of his cock closely, leaving his shaft a slick mess. you decide to try something by flattening your tongue on the side of his length, sucking at the skin while your hand pushes it to your mouth from the other side. shaking his head, he lets out a whimper âmhm-stop, stop i canât- canât hold back pleaseâ before he could even really get you to stop heâs already shooting ropes after ropes of cum down your throat unexpectedly. you relax your breathing to swallow most of his cum, before it starts flooding out, dripping from your lips. âoh- fuck,,â he takes a deep breath while you look directly into his eyes, licking at his still twitching shaft, sticky white still shooting out of the tip uncontrollably. âfuck,, so much cum-â he mumbles as he watches himself cum, his thighs twitching hard. even after you thought heâd stopped cumming, his tip starts spurting hot sticky white again. itâs a lot, his balls are covered with his seed, so much of it trickling down his length. heâs never cummed this much before, which makes him let out high pitched moans from the pleasure, mostly from shock, his cock as sensitive as ever
just as he settles down from his high and his cock has stopped shooting cum down your throat, his heaving chest returns to normal pace as he looks down, eyes widen in suprise that heâs still hard. even after all the cum heâd let out. you get up from your position, moving to straddle his thigh before cupping his cheeks, your fingers playing with the hair on his temple. his droopy eyes bore into yours, his eyebrows knitted as tears start forming in his waterline. âshh-shh, itâs okay- youâre doing so goodâ you pull him into an embrace, his head resting on your chest as his breaths keep getting hitched down his throat. âgonna be good,, p-promiseâ he mumbles similar words repeatedly, as he looks up at your face, short pants escape his lips. you close in the distance between your and his lips, kissing him softly, your hands running across his face soothes him. pulling away, you take a look at his poor, still hard cock. his throbbing tip looks like itâs turning purple.
âi know youâre gonna. youâre my good boyâ grabbing at the shaft, you begin to jerk his cock, squeezing your fingers around it, thumbing at the sensitive tip. sticky squelching sounds emitted and bouncing off the walls. you work your hand up and down his wet cock, all while straddling his lap. your free hand reach down to graze along his stomach, your soft skin tracing along his torso. the pressure of your hand squeezing him sends shivers down his spine, zapping at his nerves. youâre making him feel utter pleasure, so good to the point that it hurts. it doesnât take long of you jerking him off before heâs twitching all over again, his breathing laboured, warm breaths fanning across your face. his eyes never left you, taking in each of your features as youâre working on his cock. âbe good and cum for me baby. go onâ one last tug of your hand and heâs cumming again, spurts of white shoot up his chest, covering your hand with his mess. âthere you go, doing such a good jobâ you tell him with a smile. he couldnât help the tears anymore as they spill down his cheeks, trickling down his jaw. heâs whimpering, too humiliated to say anything, also because if he was to speak, all that will come out is incoherent blabbering and mumbles. heâs losing his mind, pleasure clouding his consciousness.
âsuch a good boy,, youâre so good to me farleighâ you coo at his sobbing face, the tip of his nose displays a cute shade of red, his lips swollen and red as he bites on it to conceal his whimpers. his hands roam aimlessly, desperately grabbing at every part of your body as tears continue to roll down his cheeks. you reach your hand up to lick some of his cum off your fingers, giving them a good taste before your hand move to cup his cheek, spreading the sticky mess on it, his cum mixing with the tears. he tries to steady his breathing, inhaling some air as his breath catches up in his throat in a hiccup. ât-thank youâ he manages to let out without scrambling, before you lean in to kiss him again as a gesture of comforting him, and a way of returning the thank you. âi love youâ he mumbles out, as his hands snake around your waist, squeezing the flesh.
his cock is softening, still semi-hard from his last orgasm. you look down at his lips, perfectly plump, swollen in a dark shade of red, glistening with saliva that is probably his, or yours. no way to be sure. he leans down to take one of your tits in his mouth, his teeth grazing at your nipple, his tongue flat against the underside. the warmth of his mouth sends shivers down your spine, making you arch into him. moaning, you shower him with praises on how good heâs doing. sucking on your nipple, his other hand knead at your other mound as he lets out a moan against the skin. his tears are now all dried up, traces of them decorating his pretty face. some of them still cling onto his long lashes, making them look like theyâre glittered.
âyou look so pretty, farleigh. so so prettyâ your compliment has him sighing in content, heâs head over heels for you. as heâs busy fixating on your tits, his cock begins to harden again, blood rushing to his abused tip, making him let out a defeated whine. you can feel his hardening cock against your thighs as you giggle. one week of abstinence is really giving him a hard time. heâs just so used to bending you over random corners of the house anytime he gets horny, or when you decide to have fun whenever it gets boring. âyour cock seems to have missed me babyâ you tease him, making heat creeps onto his face, a faint blush displayed across his cheeks and nose. âyou wanna cum for me again ?â he nods, eyes droopy from all the pleasure. âmhm-mhm, give you my cum- wanna be goodâ he responds, the words in his vocabulary only consist of trying to get off right now. âyeah ? gonna give me your cum ?â he moans, as you take your shorts off, noticing that your wetness has seeped through the crotch. you begin to reach behind you to grab at his cock. positioning it at your hole, you rub his head along your folds, collecting your juice as lube.
you lean in to give him a kiss as you lower yourself down, earning a weak, dragged out moan from him while you let out a loud moan yourself. his tip stretches your hole, splitting you open for his shaft. his length a perfect fit for your pussy, his tip reaching your spots naturally making you whine into his ear. kissing down his neck, sucking at the warm skin as you start bouncing up and down, your hips moving back and forth, grinding your pussy against his groin. throwing your head back, your arms wrap around his shoulders as his tears begin to spill again. âah-! ahh, mhmm-â moaning loudly, your bounce on his cock making hard skin slapping against skin noises. his mouth reaches up to catch your bouncing tits, closing his lips around the nipples. âyouâre making me feel so good- my pretty, pretty boyâ he whines at your praise. your grasp around his shoulder getting tighter, as you push your tits into his face, making him whimper. leaning back, you hands settle on his shoulders to steady yourself while looking at him. his eyes are glossy with tears, cheeks stained with strands of curls sticking onto his face from the sweat, a pretty shade of pink covering his face. whining, his hands snake around your waist, grabbing at them instinctively. âf-feels good,, sâtight- fuckâ
âyeah ? pussy feels good to you ?â he nods, before trying to blink the tears off his eyes. he hiccups as he try to steady his breathing, whimpers escape from his lips uncontrollably. your tight hole around his cock feels too much for him from the overstimulation. hell, heâs cummed so much yet heâs about to cum again. god knows if heâs gonna stop getting hard after this time. you reach your hand down to rub at your clit, your other hand now steadying yourself on his thigh. he watches your tits bounce erotically while practically sobbing. heâs now grabbing at the sheets again, trying to hold onto himself from the overwhelming pleasure. ât-too much, canât-â he shakes his head, his hips bucking up involuntarily, thrusting his cock into you.
âgive me another one farleigh, and weâll be done okay ?â he let out a whimper as he grabs your waist, stopping your movements before he starts fucking his cock up into you, earning a yelp. collecting all the energy he has left, he thrusts up fast and hard, his cock rapidly hitting at your sweet spot, making you moan loudly. his movements erratic, heâs digging his heels into the mattress to keep fucking into you, as the pleasure starts getting addictive to him. âgonna cum- can, can i cum ?â the pleasure clouds your mind, head too hazy to quickly respond to him before you open your eyes to see his pleading ones. âplease- lemme cumâ his words are being cut off by his moans, your walls clenching hard on his cock. âmhm- yeah farleigh, cum- cum for meâ
his thrusts begin to falter, âfuck, fuck- gonna cumâ heâs now a moaning mess, your body pressed up against his, bouncing up and down to meet his pace. he snakes his hand around your waist, pulling you closer in an embrace as he rests his head on your shoulder before halting his thrusts. âyesâ! oh yes, yesâ you feel warmth shooting inside you as heâs cumming for the third time, his cock overstimulated yet heâs pushing through to give you every single last drop of his cum. you continue to bounce, fucking your pussy on him to milk his cock, helping him ride out his orgasm. as both of you settle down, your chests heaving, breathing laboured, he smoothes his hand across your back, his eyes shut.
âthank you, thank you- thank youâ he starts mumbling strings of thank youâs for letting him cum. âgood boy, did so well- youâre so good to me farleighâ also struggling to form words, you manage out a few reassurance for him, calming him down. pushing his hair out of his face, you lean in to kiss him, which he returns softly, his body weak from cumming too much. he lets out a small whimper as you begin to pepper kisses all over his face, his tears and cum stained cheeks, the tip of his nose, his forehead, his temple before settling on his lips again. he looks at you as you pull away, droopy doe eyes staring into yours.
âi love you so muchâ he confesses
âi love you more farleigh-â
ââletâs get you cleaned up okay ?â you continue, not getting up yet as you stay a little longer, snuggled up against him.
archieâs instastory LMAO his airport chronicles are so silly they constantly remind me that heâs just like me behind that tall brooding dark aura. heâs just a silly little guy who books the wrong flights and misses them
HII BEFORE MY REQUEST I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT I LOVE YOUR FICS, ITS SO HARD TO FIND SOMEONE WHO WRITES MAINLY FOR DOM READERS <3
now that it's farleigh's week in your event (yay!!) could i request prompt #10 for him?
i really can't imagine farleigh in a serious committed relationship, so i guess having a fuckbuddy's as close as he can get lmao; maybe reader was initially brought into the cattons' as venetia's friend but they really hit it off with farleigh and they both decided to be friends with benefits bc neither of them could be bothered with an actual partner?
i'll let you decide if they're actually chill with this arrangement or if there are some unsaid feelings between them, ty for your time byee <3
disclaimers : smut with a (kinda) plot, handjob (m!receiving), sub!farleigh, dom!reader, gn!reader, choking (m!recieving), slight degradation if you squint, praise, reader can have a dick or strap
note : based off of billie eilish's "my strange addiction." fun fact : i'm going to her concert when she goes on tour later in the year !! also thanks for the compliment ! anyways, enjoy !
you were addictive, insatiable, really. he couldn't get enough of you, and he had never felt like that before. he had sworn any fuck-buddy off--actually, he had sworn love itself off. there was no way he could be in a relationship for longer than two weeks and not get tired of it. but you? you made him second guess that. a at
it was an agreement that was mutual from both parties. you two had quite literally held an oath that you would never fall in love, ever. none of that sappy stupid shit. you guys simply just got too bored too easily. but, but...no. but nothing. that was how it was, and farleigh knew it. so he was content. he was content with you fucking him stupid, experimenting with him, and if he was really lucky, exhibiting some sort of aftercare. he was content, more than.
"does that feel good, farleigh? you like it when i do that?" you teased, as you squeezed the hand wrapped around his throat a bit. not too tight, but tight enough the restrict his breathing slightly. he nodded, letting out a choked moan. you were simply getting him off, your hand wrapped around his cock going at a merciless pace.
"god, look at you. already fucked dumb, hm? a little pathetic, baby," you said, smirking. he whined, bucking his hips into your hand.
"s-sorry, shit, m'sorry," he apologized, before throwing his head back in pleasure. it went on like that until he came, crying out weakly. and then? you guys exited the room as if nothing even happened. like he didn't just make a mess of a bed that wasn't even his. like you didn't just wash his cum off your hands. but sure, nothing happened.
you fled to venetia, where she was playing tennis with felix. they took a quick break, and she called you over.
"goodness, where were you? we were looking for you two," she said, dramatically.
"oh yeah, sure you were," you replied, with a playful eye roll.
"we were," felix butted in, tilting his head to the side.
"really? looks to me like you guys were playing tennis," you said, quirking a brow.
"well eventually we got tired of looking," venetia said, smiling.
"but seriously, where were you guys?" asked felix, as he looked between you guys. you and farleigh exchanged a glance, and he tried to suppress a smirk.
"three guesses," you guys said in unison. both felix and venetia rolled their eyes.
"smoking," venetia suggested, shrugging.
"talking shit," felix said, looking at her. "or..."
"or...?" she questioned.
"or you guys were fucking," felix said, and you laughed.
"you have no evidence to support that claim," you said, simply. farleigh snickered. truthfully, everyone knew about you and farleigh. the tension was always there, but nobody chose to speak on it. everyone also knew that maybe you guys were more than just friends with benefits.
there were other times that made farleigh especially second guess himself. the times where you weren't so mean. when you talked him through it, fucking him softly and with care. that always made his heart beat faster (it also made his orgasm come faster too).
"that's it, farleigh. you're doing so well for me," you said, softly. he whimpered as you fucked him. easy goes, in and out. he was calling out your name deliciously.
"f-fuck, oh my god Y/N," he moaned. "i-i can't."
"i know, baby. just cum for me this one last time, okay?" he nodded, wanting to be good for you. wanting to please you as much as possible. after a little longer of bringing him near his high, he came with a silent moan. a few tears fell down his cheek, but you were quick to wipe them away.
"there you go, you're so good, farleigh," you said, gently cupping his cheek.
yeah...all in all, farleigh was pretty fucked. he had feelings for you, no denying it. but for now, he would be happy with what he had.
summary: farleigh start! who makes his girlfriend his entire personality.
content warning: sfw, sweet fluff all the wayyy, farleigh being down bad for reader. farleigh being sweet (rare), suggestive themes at the end but just a little bit
a/n: giggling, kicking my feet, rolling on the bed while writing this. farleigh just one chance pls
farleigh had always told himself and people around him that loveâs a scam. he was taught that family are supposed to love each other. but after learning about what happened between his family and his mom, why should he believe in such thing ? after they hurt his mom in the name of love ? he refused to believe in such thing. until he felt it himself.
-ever since heâs fallen for you heâs willing to use all of the love he has on you. ever since you show up into his life its like his earth stopped orbiting the sun and started orbiting you instead. youâre his new-found love. but farleighâs still the same old farleigh whoâs too proud to say it. so he shows it instead. you understood long ago that his love language is act of service that he only does for you. anyone else that wants him to do something out of his will can fuck off. so he said.
âyouâre going out again ?â you swiftly turn to face your roommate sitting on her bed, folding her clothes rather messily. she couldnt care less if theyre not stacked symmetrically, just wanted to have the mountain of unfolded clothes out of her chair. âof course, its friday night! arenât you ?â you cheerfully say as your hands busy putting on the earrings youâd picked out earlier. âis that new ?â she asks, eyes squinting in an attempt to have a closer look before getting up to actually take a look. â-and no, iâd rather stay in. wow these are pretty- if they ever go missing best bet thatâs meâ. you hold still as she examines the newly bought earrings before chuckling at her joke. âyeah, farleigh saw them when he was walking around townâ you hear her groan before plopping herself down onto her bed. you giggle at her response. âim sorry! i promise to not mention his name anymoreâ you raise both your hands to surrender before letting out a laugh.
you couldnât blame her, youâd be annoyed too. its always farleigh this, farleigh that. farleigh bought me this, farleigh bought me that- and you love him for that. always letting you in on stuff. he tells you everything too. thanks to him, you can atleast watch out for those people heâd gossip about, so you dont get into their mess. if it wasnât for him you wouldnât know anything. youâre not the type to hop around searching for gossips but you love hearing about them, then fueling his gossips with your insults. in that sense youâre fit for each other, and youâre happy to have your own personal source of campus gossip. âdo i look okay ?â you take one last look at your reflection in the bodysized mirror hung on the wall, smoothing out your casual dress. nothing too sexy or uncomfortable, you just wanted to chill and have some drink. âyou look absolutely gorgeous like always mâdarlingâ your roommate teases you before giggles erupt between the two of you. âwhere are you going anyways? need your locationâ she asks, not bothered to look as sheâs more focused on folding a tshirt.
âthe pub- like always. farle-â his name almost slip your tongue as you receive a warning look from your roommate. you widen your eyes as you mouth an âokayâ before saying, âwell he, who shall not be named- invited me. wants me there, he saidâ she rolls her eyes. âhe always wants you EVERYWHEREâ âbet youâre there when he goes shopping for new underwearâ. she jokes. you look at her with your head cocked to the side, confused. her jaw drops as she points at you âoh my gosh, youâve totally done that !â she gives you the most dramatic mind blown look ever âis that not normal ?â âfucks sake its not !â you shrug at her, not caring for her going ballistic. itâs not like youâre always there with him anywhere. shit, are you ?. you cant help but give it a quick thought. well you sometimes have classes buildings away from each other, so no, you think. a normal response for someone in denial. making sure youâve put everything you need in your purse, you blow your roommate a kiss before waving her bye bye to which she jokingly shoos you away
the pubâs busier than other nights with it being the weekend and all but mostly because you and farleighâs friendgroup members are all bunched up together tonight. courtesy of felix offering to cover every round of drinks. who would pass up on an offer like that ? youâre approaching the bar, lips letting out singsongs as your fingers play with the new earring on your right earlobe. farleigh had offered to walk you from your dorm but you declined, telling him to save you a seat instead. so he did just that. also because its just a 5-minute walk or so. the atmosphere in the pub getting thick as heâs getting antsy waiting, almost barking at his friends who tried to sit in the seat designated for you by him. âthatâs for my girlfriend you dumbâ he told them. as felix walks towards the table at which theyâre all circled around, farleighâs head cocks seeing the pubâs door being pushed from outside. he almost jumped out his seat seeing that itâs you. âthere she is !â he exclaims, heâs quick to get you at the door. everyone else cheers seeing you walk with your hand in farleighâs, fingers intertwined.
as soon as youâre both seated he has his hand around your waist, resting at your thigh. âhow was the walk ?â he asks, his nose almost nudging yours. you lean in to give him a quick kiss before nodding, âit was nice, a little breezyâ you told him without giving it a second thought. he quickly took off his knitted cardigan-like sweater to drape it over your shoulders. you giggle at his reaction, you didnât think heâd react that way as you werenât trying to imply that you were cold. as he is admiring your pretty face, he notices the shiny thing on your earlobe. âis thatââ his hand reach up to touch the earrings, a huge smile appears on your face before nodding. âwanted to show you. you pick the prettiest things for me. maybe i should bring you when i shop for jewelriesâ its been long since you last went jewelry shopping. probably since you started dating him cuz he always buy you shiny things that heâd stumble upon. he spends a lot of time looking to pick the prettiest among them. he would buy them all but he thinks that it would only show that heâs lazy. he wants you to know how much he loves you and the time he spends picking them out shows it.
farleigh would go absolutely feral whenever thereâs like a bazaar on campus where students set up their businessesâ booths cuz that means there will be girls selling their handmade jewelries. he thinks theyâre so pretty that it would be a waste if theyâre not being worn by you. bazaars happen maybe a couple times a year and the girls already know him cuz he spends the longest time looking at their rings, necklaces and earrings trying to pick out something for you. the first time he came by the booth they thought he was gonna insult them, maybe say things like âarenât you too old to be making bracelets?â or call their handmade pieces ugly. they tried to avoid him until he picks one of them up without saying anything, taking a closer look before handing them one that caught his eyes the most. one of the girls gathered all her courage to ask him who was he thinking of buying the stuff for and he proudly said âits for my girlfriend, she loves handmade jewelriesâ as they nod at his answer he started going on and on talking about you, stuffs youâre interested in so they can help pick out what would suit you best. ââyeah sheâs in class right now, wouldnât want her to know im here. want to suprise her with these. sheâll go wildâ a grin plastered across his face imagining your reaction. sometimes its tmi for the girls but they dont care, they think its the sweetest.
farleigh doesnât necessarily think buying you the most expensive things is the best way to show his love, its just as long as heâs poured much thought into his gifts. he fixates on thinking whether or not youâll love the gifts he thinks of buying you and if you probably wonât, heâll find something else.
âtheyâre only pretty when you wear them. you make them look prettyâ he whispers into your ear before taking your hand into his. he lean in to kiss you before pulling away just to kiss you again. and again. he rubs circles on the back of your hand with his thumb before looking back up at you. youâre getting all giddy from the attention heâs giving, your cheeks heating up. âyo guysâ if you want to do romance maybe get a roomâ you hear one of his friends yell from across the pub. he flips him off before saying, âwhy were you looking at us anyways, loser ?â farleighâs quick to rebut as the othersâ reactions fill the room. he gives the guy a disgusted look before looking back at you, who is smiling. âsorry baby, would you like your usual ?â you nod before he gets up to go get your signature drink that you always have everytime youâre here. youâre not really into the heavy stuffs so he doesnât force you to do them. he only does that to oliver.
apart from saving your seat, picking out jewelries for you and always getting you your drink to make sure itâs safe in his hands, he always want you with him everywhere he goes. just like your roommate had told you. he doesnât care if he has to walk all the way across a field or a hallway to get to your classes, heâll make sure heâs waiting outside for you by the time youâre finished so he could have you beside him everywhere he goes. and you dont care following him around. sometimes its just meaningless walks around campus but youâre happy as long as heâs with you. youâre his bestest friend. his home. heâd be telling you jokes as he walks, getting in front of you to make big movements to accompany his storytelling like heâd never run out of energy. like youâre his source of energy. you would give him the best reactions to his stories and gossips and heâd fall even more in love with you if thatâs even possible
he was already quite famous on campus before dating you, but now almost literally everyone knows the both of you as THE couple. he would casually mention you everywhere he goes when youâre not with him, which is probably only the times when you have different classes. and youâre always with him too. the cafeteria, the pub, the field (he loves picnics with you), his homeroom, your homeroom, the random benches along the building, the hallways. its always the two of you. somehow you never got sick of each other probably cuz heâs nice to you. sure, there are times heâd accidentally lash out on you about something that got to him but heâs quick to make it up to you. he couldnât imagine not having you everywhere with him. his buddies have all grown accustomed to you now, unlike the first few weeks when he started dating you. they got soo annoyed everytime farleigh brought you to hang out with them. heâs always out and about telling them like, âmy girlfriends coming laterâ or âgotta wait for my girlfriend firstâ before actually hanging out with them. they were irritated cuz you werenât as fun before, back when you were just being introduced to them. bros before hoes theyâd told him. farleigh made sure to let them know youâre not just some âhoeâ and after that theyâre basically pretty chill with you as soon as they realised youâre just like farleigh, but in female form. you get along with them and their convos just as well as farleigh. so they dont mind you tagging along anymore
its becoming his whole personality, dating you. its always you before all else. sentences like, âcant, gotta go get my girlfriendâ or âmy girlfriend would love thisâ or âthe other day my girlfriend-â and âdid you know ? my girlfriend-â are converging into his daily dictionary. you, are just the same. always mentioning him in everything because you do everything with him. like it or not the storyâs gonna involve him cuz he was there. or it happened to him. or he was the one who told you. the two of you set the dating standards so high that the girls only want what the both of you have when it comes to relationships. cuz the both of you made it possible, youâd become the couple everyone put their trust in love in.
you let out a laugh joining the others at something farleigh had said before taking a sip of the drink he brought you earlier. he has his one hand around your waist, grabbing your hand and the other on the table, near your drink, holding a lit ciggie in between his index and middle finger. he offers you a smoke to which you lean in. he holds the cig for you, watching you pull a puff before taking a puff himself. he closes the distance between you, leaning in to blow the smoke into your mouth, shotgunning.
the swirls of smoke mixing yours before he kisses you, deep. one of his favourite things to do with you. his hand that was holding your hand reaches into the hem of your dress, teasingly playing with it. he grins as his eyes bore into yours, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. you giggle at his fingers dragging along your thigh, tickling you. he nudges his nose against yours before getting up, gently pulling at your hand. you follow him as you giggle, already knowing where this is going. he pulls your hand, walking towards the door before saying, âciao everyone, and you-â heâs pointing at the dude yelling at you guys earlier,
â-thank you for your suggestionâ he chuckles as the whole room roar in mixed reactions. safe to say your poor roommate slept alone that night.
him and reader parading each other around campus knowing they're the it couple is just *chefs kiss*, hope oliver dies from jealousy wishing he was felix's arm candy đ€·ââïž
my undying love for archie has led me to places i wouldn't even go with a gun, tell me why ive been watching fuckass british comedies just to catch a glimpse of him đ«
boutta start les mis just bc he has a small role, pray for me
fuckass british comedies đ (whats the name) no cuz the amount of shitty movies and series ive watched just because my favourite actors are in them even for a cumulated 3 min screentime is absurd
we are fucking STARVED. please why arent they casting him in every film now he did excellent in saltburn and gran turismo. update me on that watch im praying for you đ
LMFAOOO it's called "hang ups", it's short and actually funny so its a win-win situation
les mis is pretty cool for now but im three episodes in and no sight of my boy archie so its just french ppl whining about the police and the state đ
"WAIT THIS IS- WAIT we should get farleigh to fuck reader thinking heâll get anything he wants, the whole sexgod privilege just cuz youre the one who asked for it but when hes about to cum you go âoh no noâ. but farleigh turns into goo under your orders so"
OK SO I HAVE AN IDEA!! their academic rivals and have a bet going on that he gets to fuck you if he got a higher score on a test or smth?!?!? IDK I JUST HAVE A THING FOR ENEMIES FUCKING đđ SUE ME
the day hath come. thank you for your request anon ! <3
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academic rival! farleigh start! x fem!reader
summary: when farleigh decided that your rivalry isnât fun enough for him, he proposes a deal
warnings: 18+, enemies to lovers, academic rivals, smut in the second half of it, sub!farleigh, porn with plot, unprotected p in v (wrap it guys), sub! farleigh, soft dom! reader, size kink, whiny whimpery farleigh, praise kink, cunnilingus, blow job, teabagging, creampie, plot twist and fluff at the end
a/n: sorry if i took too long, enjoy !
academic validation is everything to you. you believe youâre nothing if not an overachiever. but for farleigh, itâs just an excuse for him to be contemptous towards you. everyone else in the class is obviously displeased with your feud with him, but itâs mostly just farleigh spewing vulgar insults at you. thatâs just how he presents himself. you could go and ask around the campus about him-
most would comment on his attitude that he thinks he could get away with- just because heâs smart. academically smart. no one knows how he does it. its not like he spends his afternoons in the library or catching up on his studies in his free time. hell, he does the exact opposite of those things. the term party animal is a downgrade for him. the owner of the nearest pub knows him. the most elite parties on campus are known to be thrown by him.
weirdly enough, when it comes to tests and exams, he excels them like nobody else. whatever he has to do for the class doesnât faze him. youâre pretty confident that he doesnât even study yet somehow, heâs at the top of his class. you on the other hand, put a lot of effort to achieve your exceptionally high scores. seeing farleigh being absent for most of his class pains you, it reminds you of how bad you have to struggle while he get to trash himself. enjoy the uni life. what irks you even more is the fact that everytime he scores higher than you, heâll make sure to flaunt it all over your face. every single time. you roll your eyes when you spot the dark curly headed figure towering almost everyone across the hall, a couple books in his hand. how pretentious. itâs not like he even reads them.
flashing a quick smirk towards you, he swiftly skips to get in front to hold the lecture hall door open. he gave everyone else before you a small smile, trying to convince them of the pure intention of his nice little gesture. âgoodluck guysâ his head tilted upwards for a bit, nodding at each of the students. you cant help but crack a little smile watching the boy. as you were about to step into the hall, he swings the door closed behind him.
âwhat the fuck ?â you blurt out, head tilted trying to look at him. âgoodluckâ he grins, eyebrows raised with a smug look on his face. âfor the testâ he continues. âfor what else dumbass?â insufferable, you think. he winces mockingly at your words
the test. the one that is particularly of the toughest subject out of your course. one that you had studied your ass off for. one that farleigh couldnât give a single fuck about and still gonna ace it. gifted son of a bitch. and youâre gonna have to sit through him making fun of you for the 2 marks difference. itâs been like this for a couple semesters now. you struggling to keep your scores high, while farleigh tease you about it. just because you give him a challenge for the top position everytime thereâs a test. the first semester of the course, he scored the best in the class for the first assessment. that gave him extra unneeded ego for the next couple weeks until you beat him in other tests after. heâd acknowledged you since. he loves a pretty face that challenges him.
âyes whatever farleigh now moveâ you try to pay no attention to him, reaching out to pull the door yourself. he quickly adjusts his stance against the door âokay! okay-âhis arms reach out to his sides, protecting the entrance.
â-i have a proposition for youâ
âi dont have time for this farleighâ you really dont, the tests starting anytime now.
âhear me out firstâ. one of his arm is held up to convince you. you sigh, the most uninterested expression staring back at him. âyou know how you always excel these tests and i always do better than you-?â. âif youre keeping me here just to ridicule me save it for after the testâ you begin to move before he continues
ââso you admit i always do better ? i mean, whoâs keeping the score anywaysâ he chuckles. your patience is getting thin. before you could move again he steps closer, towering over you. hot breath fanning over your face as he grabs your arm.
âwhy dont we make it more fun ?â he begins, emphasizing the last part, almost whispering into your ear. âif you score better, you get all the bragging rights and mocking pass until the next testâ you begin to soften your expression, intrigued. you look up at him, eyes searching into his. he stares into you before leaning down to continue
ââand if i score better, i get to fuck youâ
you ball your palms into fists at his stupid idea before shoving him to the side and storming into the lecture hall. your jaws clenching with your lips pursed shut. heâs getting out of hand if he thinks youâre just another bet felix can set him up upon. you hear him follow you before he settles in a seat rows away from you. you glance at him to see heâs already looking at you, grinning.
as youâre finishing up the final answers and re-checking the paper youâre brought back to farleighâs proposition earlier. somehow youâre fueled with a newfound confidence that youâre gonna beat him. the test wasnât that bad, you studied and all and there wasnât any questions that you didnât answer confidently. suddenly those bragging rights sound tempting. usually when you score higher than him youâd just keep it to yourself cuz whenever you do try to belittle him how he does you, heâs quicker with sharp insults that leaves you dumbfounded. a classmate once tried standing up for you after one of his rude remarks and got a disgusted look from him in return. his exact words were âwho are you again ?â so you decided long ago not to indulge in his childish behaviour. but youâre getting sick of him. at this point youâd do anything to shut the raging ego of his. even if it means risking yourself
the loud sound of papers rustling and the creaking of the hallâs seats marks the end of the test, everyoneâs getting up and walking towards the exit. you found yourself pushed into a corner by the crowd that seems to be chasing a leaving train. thereâs no opening for you to squeeze yourself in so you decide to wait until theyâre all gone. suddenly the crowd stopped and you feel a hand pulling you forward, safely getting you out of the exit with his body close behind yours. he brings you further to the nearest turn, making sure youâre out of the crowd. you look up at him, knowing it was him. you shoot him a serious look before saying,
âdealâ
âwait-â he scoffs in disbelief âreally ?â he has a whole confused, disbelief look on his face. âyeah, thereâs no way youâre gonna score higher, youâve been doing what, coke all week ?â you say. âtrue, but iâll come by. i always doâ he shrugs before saying, âno take backsâ you give him a small smile before starting to walk away. âyou should smile more baby !â you hear him say from afar. his usual smug look entering your mind
the rest of next week is filled with him trying to get you flustered and nervous waiting for the result. thereâs no actual reason for you to be this nervous, heâs got no chance against you this time. every class with him feels a lot longer than usual as he teases you about the deal every chance he could. telling jokes that centers you being smarter than him to the whole class got you rethinking about your decision. while youâre confident, he seems to be composed. in the class of the subject you guys had the test for, thereâs a time when the professor brought up that the paper will be returned next week and you cant help but glance at farleigh. he smiles before bringing up a peace sign to his mouth, his tongue darting forward between his fingers before moving it in a licking motion. he chuckles at your reaction as you roll your eyes
your professor offers a smile to your classmate reaching her hand out to take the paper from him. âgood job, keep it upâ he steps down from the last flight of stairs with his hands clasped together. âcongratulations to all of you regardless of your scores, theres still time and room for improvement so keep your chin upâ he positively encouraged before dismissing the class. you look down at the paper in your hands, a proud smile forcing itself onto your lips as you beam at the circled number in red at the top of it. a whopping 98 for the toughest subject youâve ever took. satisfied is the least youâre feeling right now as the familiar busy sound of students getting ready to hit the exit floods your ears, you hear the professor calling a name. âfarleigh ? please see me after classâ your eyebrows furrowed seeing him mouth a âyeaâ while picking up his books. thats the most plain youâve ever seen him. no smug look thrown towards you either.
from his expressions you could assume that maybe heâs dissatisfied with his score but just how bad can it be ? knowing him he couldâve taken the test drunk and still be able to score atleast an A. your eyes follow him walking towards the exit, his messenger hanging low against his hips. you were waiting for some officialization from him, saying that you won, and that you get to mock him all you want yet youâre left with nothing. i mean, you certainly won right ? he could only beat you if he scored 99 or a 100. maybe youâll try him tomorrow.
rubbing your eyebrows, your eyes scan the lesson material that you had just printed out for today. words stacked above another forming a paragraph that youâre hoping to find the point of. sound of footsteps entering fills the class when you feel someone tapping at the back of your seat. you turn your head back and to the front again to see farleigh walking past slowly to say, âyour clock starts now nerd, next tests on the second week next monthâ as he points his finger at you
âheard you got a new daddy farleigh, got him to up your score ?â youâre near yelling at him whoâs getting away. he pays you no attention as he flips you off. a smile appears on your face. no nasty remarks in return. so it begins. for the rest of the class you get to shut his sarcastic jokes with your own. the class is suprised to say the least that farleigh is the receiving end now. something mustâve happened they think, and most have their money on that you guys fucked. you shrug at your efforts on utitilising the mockery pass. youâd manage to catch him after class just to offer him another teasing âyou know i can tutor you if you want. a one on one so maybe you can retire from being a boytoyâ you beam at him. he gives you an unamused look, lips shut to hold himself from shooting a response to the joke. âmaybe you shouldâ he says, raising both his arms to quickly drop them before turning his heels and walking away. you watch him strut down the hall with a grin plastered across your face. until something hits you that the grin slowly wears off. you feel empty that heâs not shooting sarcasms back at you. you get it that this will only last until the next test and itâs part of the deal but you cant help feeling like, âthis is it ?â. suddenly a part of you think that it would be better if he responded back. youâre used to that. you want him to banter.
so when you end up standing infront of his door you have no one else to blame but yourself.
you had asked students around the dorm halls and they all pointed to this door. sighing, you try to justify yourself for whats about to happen. âwhat are you doing here ?â you lower the knuckles that were about to knock, heels automatically turning to the source of the voice. he quirks an eyebrow at seeing you infront of his dorm. unfamiliar with the image cuz heâs never seen you around the building. âwhat are YOU doing hereâ youre quick to answer before realising how stupid it is. âi kinda need to be here. i live in the room just behind youâ you scoff at his answer. he squints his eyes before saying, âwow, youre determinedâ.
âwhat ?â
âyou came all the way here to brag about the test ?ââ
ânoâ you stop him before continuing, âits weird that you didnt return any of my insults todayâ you begin. he slows down his steps, pacing around before stopping infront of you. he examines the knitted material of your cardigan, his eyes trailing to find yours. âwell for one, theyâre mediocre at best-â you scoff before lightly shoving him, âfuck youâ. he shrugs, eyes wandering across the hall before continuing, ââand its part of the deal sweetheartâ you look down at your shoes, nodding slightly. exactly, that was the deal, you admit to yourself, ignoring the pet name. you take a deep breath as he runs his hand across the back of his neck, carefully adjusting the stray curls at the side of his head. âwell if you dont have anything else, im just gonna-â his hand moves to the side of you to grab the doorknob.
you look up at him, searching into his eyes before he notices. âunless youre here for that tutoring-â you grab at the fabric on his chest, pulling him against you before crashing your lips onto his dark red ones. kissing at his bottom lip, he returns the kiss deeper, nose bumping against each other. he pulls away slightly, puffing hot breath before pulling you closer by your lower back. his forehead rests against yours as his mouth chases your lips, returning a deeper and more eager kiss. his hands resting low at your hips as his impatient kiss pushes you back against the door. you pull away for a moment to catch your breath when a small whine escapes his lips, his eyes still closed. heâs leaning forward trying to catch your lips to which you lean into once more. his hand move from your waist to the doorknob, twisting it before catching you from falling backwards. next thing you know youâre placed on his strangely clear study with him leaving sloppy kisses down your stomach, moving towards your clothed pussy. your cardigan and shorts lying on the floor
he looks at you through his long lashes, his large hands sprawled over your hips, smoothing over the skin. âmay i ?â you nearly moan at his low voice. you nod as he mouths at your clothed cunt, nose nudging against your clit, panties almost transluscent with your wetness. you let out a breathy moan as he peppers small kisses all over the thighs caging him, slowly biting at the skin. he trails kisses until he reaches where you want him the most before pushing your panties to the side. his breath hitched as he does so, timidly licking your wet folds to have a taste. you hear him moan, your hands running through his hair to pull back the parts covering his face so you can watch him sucking at your sex. his eyes shut close savouring your taste as you hear him mumble against your folds, sending shivers down your spine. âmhm- sâgoodâŠso prettyâ his hands roam from the low of your back to your stomach before trailing down to rub your clit. he pulls away for a moment to run his thumb between your folds, eyes dark as he watches your pussy clench around nothing. his bottom lip between his teeth. he dives back in with half lidded eyes before laying his tongue flat against your folds. you let out a small moan as you pull at his hair, earning a groan from him. you could feel the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter.
you push him from your pussy before getting off of his study. he follows you, getting up from the floor, cock painfully hard in his sweats forming a tent with a dark patch at the top. you curse in your head seeing the view before pushing him down onto his bed. he scoots back to lean against the wall as you climb onto his lap, pulling your shirt off you. his eyes trail downwards to look at your hardened nipples, his eyes darkened with a full blown lust before reaching up to knead at them. he kisses your nipples before putting them in his hot mouth at which you arch your back slightly, your hands pushing him forwards from the back of his head. you start to grind at his hard clothed cock as you feel the wet patch you saw earlier. he moans loudly at you grinding down especially harder on the base of his cock, sitting on his balls. steadying yourself, you grab his shoulders as you lean in to nip at his earlobes. his hand moves to grab at your hips as you rub your wet panties against his bulge while kissing at his neck, slightly biting and sucking at the skin, leaving marks. he whimpers with a slight pout when you start to slow down
âplease,,â
âplease what farleigh ?â
âanything- fuck! please,, take it offâ
you smile at his pleas, continuing to grind on his cock, the wet patch at his tip getting bigger, spreading to the base of his cock. you arch your back slightly while moving, placing your tits at his mouth which he latches on obediently. his cock twitches as he bucks his hips upwards from the pressure. he pulls away to rest his head on your chest, head tilted downwards to watch your pussy getting his sweats wetter before throwing his head back with a long moan. âfeels- feel so good- wanâ you fasterâ he starts stuttering words between begging you to go faster and to go slower, confused to decide what he actually wants. âdoes this feel good farleigh ?â you grind faster as he nods rapidly in return âdont stop- fuck, please dont stopâ you could feel his cock jumping slightly and twitching, threatening to spill his load in his pants before you do just what he tells you not to. âno- baby,,â he throws his head back, strained whimper escapes his lips in defeat as you giggle. his knee buckles up involuntarily. you get off his lap, removing his hands from your hips to settle on the floor, tits pressed against the edge of the bed.
you look up at him who has the back of his hand pressed against his forehead as you graze your fingers on the outline of his cock, now completely wet with his precum and your wetness. your touches making him buck his hips, his eyes shut close as he throws his head back. you pull at his waistband slowly, pressing it down so it grazes along his achingly hard cock, earning a wince from him. âslow- slower, please,,â his hand reach yours trying to get you to be careful. you nod at him giving him what he wants, not wanting him to cum just yet. as soon as the waistbandâs off his thick hard cock springs upwards, slapping his lower stomach. heâs thick, and it curves slightly upwards. placing your hand at the base, youâre suprised to see the size of him. batting your lashes at him with his cock in your hand, he gives you a smug smile
âbig?â
ââaverageâ you respond, receiving a chuckle from him
heâs the biggest youâve had.
you swipe your thumb across his tip, collecting the precum to spread on his cock. switching hands, you begin to pump his length, your fingers barely closing around his cock. you reach down your panties with your free hand to collect your wetness before using it as lube to stroke his cock. âfuck thatâs so hot-â you hear him say before letting out a loud moan when you suddenly start sucking at his tip. maintaining eye contact through your lashes, you make sure to make him watch you lay your tongue flat at the base of his length, slowly dragging it upwards. you have both your hands and your mouth working on the aching tip, slobbering his cock with your wetness, saliva and precum. stroking his cock at a steady pace you adjust your position to arch downwards, your mouth leaning into the base of his cock to lick under his balls. âahâ fuck-! mhmâ his hand fisting the sheets under him, chest heaving breathlessly. he let out a whine when you put his balls into your mouth, the warmth sending him into pure bliss. sucking at the skin, you make sure to twist at his raging red tip as you do so. you pull off with a pop to collect saliva in your mouth before spitting on his balls. just as the spit starting to trickle down you catch it with your mouth to bring it to his length. he tries to contain his moan by pursing his lips yet a weak whimper leaves his lips. he shoots you a puppy look as you continue sucking him off. you can feel his already tight balls getting tighter as his cock jumps against his lower stomach. heâs painfully hard to the point that one more lick and heâll be cumming.
so you stop working on his cock to get on your feet. his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill down his tinted cheeks. his pretty long lashes wet from the tears pooling in his eyes, making them glossy. he looks up at you, your knees pressing against his bed before you climb onto him, your hands reaching his face to cup his cheeks. the tears in his eyes that were threatening to fall trickles down as you wipe them with your thumb. âyou wanna cum farleigh ?â you ask. âyes pleaseâ âyou dont look itâ he blinks to clear his eyes from tears, âi want to, please- let me cum pleaseâ his hands slowly creep up your body to pull you close in his embrace. his eyes pleads into yours before you pull his head towards you letting him rest on your breast. âokayâ you promise. he takes the chance to mouth at your tits. throwing your head back, you feel him suck at one of your nipple and squeezing the other with his large hand making you moan. you pull at his hair to look at him, he offers you a soft smile. probably too delirious from the pleasure to even think.
you pull him off you to quickly get off the bed, taking off your wet panties before climbing back holding it. you lean down to kiss him, his head tilted upwards to return your kiss. his sucks at your tongue until he feels your lips being replaced by a wet fabric. he moans realising that you had stuffed his mouth with your panties, aiming the wet patch directly onto his tongue before kissing the top of his head. he always has his free hands to take out the panties if he wants to. he looks down at his hard weeping cock just inches away from your pussy. he buckles his hips forward in a pathetic attempt to rub his cock against your pussy. you giggle at his action before steadying your hands on hus shoulder, looking down as you lower yourself on his cock, rubbing the tip against your clit and the length between your folds. you hear him make some mumbled sound before you pull out the panties from his mouth. strings of saliva connected to the fabric as he puffs out, catching his breath.
âjust fuck me,, cant anymore-â
âyou cant ?â he shakes his head
âbut i thought youâre the mighty farleigh start ?â you tease him. he swallows his saliva at your words.
ânot with you, no- please, just make me cum babyâ the tip of his nose dusted red, his lips swollen and redder than ever. his eyes glossy with some of the remaining tears at the corner of his eyes, searching into yours as he pleads
you finally give in, grabbing his cock to position it at your sex earning a loud guttural moan from him. you let out a high pitched whine from the stretch, the slide of his cock into your pussy easy thanks to all the wetness from before. you move back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis before starting to ride his cock. he bites his bottom lip watching you bounce on his length, fucking yourself. the pace of your hips steady with his hands grabbing at them to guide you. farleigh throws his head back from the pleasure, his mouth hanging agape. you feel the knot in your lower stomach getting tighter, feeling waves threatening to crash down. âyou close ?â he asks as he feels your pussy clench around him making it harder for him to hold back. you nod at him, trying to focus on chasing your orgasm. you feel him suddenly buckle his hips into you before you let out a high pitched moan, screaming his name. he helps you ride out your high before you hear a string of curses falling from his lips, his thrust getting sloppy. âinside, farleighâ. he looks at you to make sure he heard you right as you nod at him. you let him move your hips as he wants, using you like a fleshlight before you hear him let out a loud moan. âah-ahhâ! fuck, fuck, fuck- fuuuck,,â. the curses falling from his lips gets dragged out as you feel warm ropes of thick cum shooting inside your pussy, hitting your cervix.
he struggles to catch his breath as he carefully gets you off his lap, placing your head on his pillow before joining you. sighing, his eyes blown wife while looking up at the ceiling. he props himself on his elbow to look at you, admiring your glow. you cant help but slowly let out a laugh at what the two of you just did. he shakes his head low, also laughing before leaning down to kiss you. the kiss is more passionate and sensual, unlike before. he crawls down to look at your pussy, his cum trickling down to his sheets before he wastes no time collecting and pushing them back into you. âall goodâ he informs before climbing back to lie beside you as you two finish catching your breaths.
you look around, scanning his room before turning your head to look at his bedside table. you notice a familiar paper, slightly crumpled. propping yourself on your elbow, you take a closer look at it. itâs the test that makes your deal, with a circled score in red at the top of it. a 62. you quickly turn to him, heâs already looking at you, a cig in his hand and a lighter in another, ready to light it. he looks at the paper in your hand and raises his eyebrow
âwhat ?â
âa 62, farleigh ? seriously ?â
âyeah i purposely put the wrong answers, atleast for some part of itâ
he answers you, unbothered. he purses his lips around the cig, almost lighting it as he notices that youâre still waiting for some sort of explanation. he sighs before letting his head fall back onto the pillow
âi wanted you to winâ he admits. your eyebrows furrowed, clearly confused
âso you can atleast see some good in me, when im not bullying youâ to which you respond,
âyou couldâve just stop insulting me like a normal personâ
âbut then everyone will realise that i was falling for youâ
your face softens at his words. his eyes roam across the ceiling, trying to avoid your eyes before he continues, ââeveryone knows i dont just âfallâ for peopleâ you search his face for some sort of indicator that heâs trolling you but to no avail. you both sit in silence for a moment before you lean in to kiss him. his hands reach up to your face, pushing the hair covering the side of your face away. your hand reach up to cup his face, deepening the kiss. you pull away smiling at him to which he rolls his eyes playfully.âgreat now you have something to tease me aboutâ. âi like you too farleighâ you quickly cut him. he cant help the smile creeping on his face. you both continue to sit in silence drinking in each others presence.
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friends who speak other languages: what do you say at the end of a fairy tale?
thinking about how und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind dann leben sie noch heute (and if they haven't died then they're still alive today) is so different from and they lived happily ever after and wondering about other possibilities... will you share? I would love to hear obsolete/silly/uncommon/satirical versions too!
yes, this is for a fic which I haven't actually started yet but I'm already thinking about the last line sshhhh
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