summary: after a break through you and your bestfriends friendship, patrick comes to visit stanford in hopes that you can fill in tashi’s shoes.
warnings: p in v, unprotected sex, slight degrading, reader being jealous of tashi, cursing, the years and locations might be wrong, tennis terms and games also might be incorrect (I'm just a girl) pretend like tashi never tore her acl in this, several time skips, cheating sort of???
a/n: free patrick zweig 2024
NEW YORK, 2006.
When standing next to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, you seem to be almost invisible around guys. You only realized this when she suddenly had two guys pawning for her attention at her party. You recall the way they walked up to her, grinning ear to ear with ironed shirts and strong colognes that could easily be clocked from a mile away. Before they could get their names out, Tashi quickly spoke for them. “I know who you are. You're fire and ice, right?” Patrick Zweig and Art Donaldson were their names. You watched their junior doubles match at the US Open earlier this year. To your surprise, Patrick led their win with a clean tweener. Impressive. “Which ones which?” Tashi asks between sips of her drink.
You sulk into the chair next to her, gripping the chilled glass in your hands as you discreetly roll your eyes when you realize that they aren't paying any attention to you. “What do you think?” Patrick asks with a smirk. Tashi pauses, giving him a slight glare before turning over to Art. “You were fucking incredible.” The blonde boy says. “It wasn't even like tennis, it was an entirely different game.” You take notice that Art had won over her curiosity better than Patrick did. Patrick mentioned something about him going pro, which caught your attention for a split second before Art quickly moved on to another topic. You scoffed quietly to yourself, locking eyes with Patrick before sliding past his shoulder to occupy yourself with something else.
Later that night you tried to talk to catch up to her but only found that she had suddenly disappeared from the party. You texted her several times, asking for her whereabouts. She replied the next morning, apologizing for her leaving you to fend for yourself last night. “I’ll tell you all about it later.” her message reads. That afternoon, Tashi met with you for lunch, going on about how Art and Patrick were practically on their hands and knees for her, evening going as far as to invite her to their hotel room. Of course, you listened to her with wide eyes and a small gasp every time she described her story. Playing for her number? Really? And a close call in a threesome? You tried to act unbothered but couldn't help but feel aggravated.
As the season went on, Tashi’s sudden absence from your life became apparent. You were only updated on her life now and then through mutual friends. But, you got closer to Patrick coming up to the time of his final. He practiced frequently at the same court you went to. At first, the two of you would share knowing glances, then it became small talk in between switches, then casual hangouts in the city. You even felt a small crush developing but held yourself back due to Tashi, but it wouldn't hurt to admire him now and then.
Secretly, you envied Tashi Duncan, from her unbelievable tennis skills to her effortlessly gorgeous appearance. She had an aura that attracted everyone to her. Maybe that's why your friendship was cut short before your first week at Stanford, your jealousy clouded your vision. Either way, she would've been “too” busy to stay friends with you. Although you were still friends with her at the time of Patrick’s and Art’s final, the final that would determine who Tashi would go out with. Patrick won, of course, bowing down to Tashi on the court before looking over at the defeated Art Donaldson with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.
You went back to your house later that night, groaning in your hands at the image of Patrick flashing an arrogant smile up to the stands, the confident stride that remained consistent in his walk as he stepped off the court. Art was attractive as well, but he was already all over Tashi, and his daring counterpart just had something else to him that drove you insane. Tashi had disappeared from your life and Patrick was next in line.
You were then informed a few weeks later by another mutual friend that he and Tashi were now dating, “happily”, they added.
STANFORD, 2007.
You noticed Tashi around campus, occasionally close to Art. You were surprised to find out that she and Patrick were still together. Donaldson was snug around her, always. Did Patrick know about his best friend probing his way into their relationship? Back in your dorm, you roamed the web for a while before pausing at a sports article with a familiar name in the headline.
“PATRICK ZWEIG — Dominating the Courts in 2007”
His face is under the bold text, beaming proudly at the camera with his tennis racket swung over his shoulders. He looked good. He’s always looked good, but he looked older with his lightly gelled curls. He didn't look like a boy anymore, he looked like a man. You took your time reading through the article in awe with wide eyes. You pondered for a moment on how Tashi and Patrick dealt with long distance. He was away for so long at so many games, but—at least he was winning.
For the next hour or so you found yourself scrolling through press photos of Patrick at different games or just casual photos that were taken of him off the court. Unfortunately, your roommate had walked in with a “Ooh, who’s that?” causing you to close your laptop for the night.
5 WEEKS LATER
Maybe college was really getting to you because your skills on the court weren’t as polished as they used to be. Or maybe you were too distracted thinking about Tashi’s last match the week before. You were shocked at how quick she had gotten, slamming her poor opponent down with ease. She was getting better and better, while you were getting worse and worse. You didn't care for tennis as much as you used to in high school anymore. You despised it. You only kept up with it because your parents had spent too much money on the sport for you to suddenly drop everything, it was also because of Tashi, hoping one day you could beat her in a match. An unrealistic view, but it egged you on. You were practicing with your roommate, missing her ball when a familiar face stepped into your peripheral vision. He paused in unison with you, also acknowledging you. Patrick looked like he was in a rush to leave, walking rather quickly before doing a double take through the holes in the fence.
“Are you serious?” your roommate calls out from across the court. You ignore her, placing your racket down on the bench before running over to Patrick.
He's smirking subtly at your choice in clothing. “Pat, oh my God, hi,” you say through deep exhales. He was wearing blue jeans and a fitted white t-shirt that showed each curve of his muscles perfectly. You swear you would've moaned in his face at his appearance if it weren't for you holding back your noises. “Hey, it's been—forever, shit. You look fucking great.” he says as he takes in your different look. It’s only been a year or so since you've last seen each other, but you did change drastically. “Do I? I could say the same thing about you.” You reply innocently. Patrick bites on his bottom lip before eyeing you up and down. “You seem a little stiff out there.” He says as he points over to the court.
You groan in embarrassment, realizing he definitely saw your fucked up backhand and sloppy crossover steps. “I might have to learn a few tips from you.” you lean closer to the gate, taking in the scent of his cologne. He chuckles, “Uh huh, you need me to coach you or something?” he asks with a nod of his head. You stay quiet, watching as his eyes wander down to your short tennis skirt, then back up to your slightly scandalous tank top. “I might have to take you up on that offer,” you reply with a giggle. “What are you doing at Stanford?” Patrick tenses, running a hand past his dark curls. “I was visiting Tashi,” he says in a monotone voice, almost disappointed even.
You raise a suspicious brow, scanning his face for some sort of clue. He seems to catch on, shaking his head slightly. “We got into an argument, it's nothing.” you light up at his reply, suppressing the grin pulling on your lips. “Aw,” you say. “Well, you can always talk to me, Patrick.” the way you say his name is almost a whisper, soft and sultry. He visibly notices what you're doing, smirking at your bold actions. “I will,” he says before turning and walking off.
Eventually, the sky darkened as the day went on and you hadn't spotted Patrick since your last interaction a few hours ago. You were stuck on the court for the whole day, forcing yourself to practice, enduring the heat and your aching arms. You had gotten a few bruises on your legs from missing the balls. Your roommate got tired from your sore game so she left early, saying she’ll meet you back at the dorms in a bit. You frown as you play back every moment you fucked up a stroke in your head. As you're walking back over to the bench to pack up your stuff, the gate swings open. You glance up, eyes widening slightly at Patrick standing across the court.
He smiles, walking over before unzipping his tennis bag, and grabbing a racket and a ball. You laugh, “What?” you ask. “I thought you wanted me to coach you,” he shouts. You tap your foot against the asphalt, arms crossed under your chest as you look around the empty court. Patrick was a pro tennis player, you were like an amateur compared to him. “In jeans?” you shout back, pointing at his pants. He waves you off, “I’m alright.” his voice booms with arrogance and confidence, but—you couldn't blame him. With a body like that and a face like that, you too would be an arrogant dick.
“Fine, one game.” You were prepared to be humiliated. Patrick shrugs, still smirking as he gets into position to serve the ball. You stretch your legs, staying on your toes as he hits it with a loud grunt. You run after it, hitting it back with a rough forehand. Patrick returns it with a transition step then a backhand lob. The game seems to go on for hours and hours, but unfortunately, you lose against Patrick’s clean slice. “Fuck!” you shout as you pat off the sweat on your forehead. Patrick claps from across the court. “You don't need any practice at all,” he says. “maybe a little work on that topspin though.”
“Oh, shut up.” you groan as you chuck the tennis ball at him. He catches it with a single hand before it can hit him, bouncing it one last time before putting it inside his bag. You're quick to pack your stuff, running up next to him. “Where are you gonna stay tonight?” you ask as you walk together. “Mm, I've got a hotel.” you cock your head to the side. “You got a game here?”
Patrick nods, “You should come, watch me absolutely demolish Lester Svensson.” you shrug, “Lester Svensson? Fuck, I’ll send my prayers in the crowd.” He looks over at you, lips pressed together. “I don't need it,” he replies sternly. You roll your eyes, almost forgetting how stubborn he was. You stop abruptly in your tracks when you realize you've passed your dorm. Stepping back, you point at the door. “Sorry, this is me.” Patrick pauses, looking at you then past your shoulder at your room. “Is your roommate here?” he questions. You jiggle the handle. Locked. “Nope,” you reply as you fish out your keys from your bag.
“Can I come in?”
Your door opens with a click. You stiffen, looking around before nodding. You nudge open the door, watching closely as Patrick sets his bag down on the desk chair before sitting down on the edge of your bed. You shiver slightly, switching on your string lights as you join him. He looks around, examining every element of the side of your room. “Huh,” he mutters as he picks off a picture of you and Tashi smiling together on your bulletin board, arms linked—seemingly to be at a local tennis match from your sophomore year in high school. You clear your throat, quickly grabbing it out of his hands and tossing it to the side. “Forgot to take that down.”
Patrick squints. “I guess you're not cool with her either,” he says jokingly. You nod, leaning back on your palms. The two of you bask in each other's silence and quiet breathing before Patrick scoots closer to you, his hand slithering around you and over your hand. He holds it, softly nudging his nose into your shoulder. You instinctively roll your head back, giving him easy access to your neck. He presses open mouth kisses against your damp skin, licking at your sweat. You whimper, raising a hand around up to his wet hair. You tug on his curls, his blue eyes low and dark with lust. You kiss him, letting his tongue explore your mouth as his hand trails up your torso to your tits.
“Teasing me in your tight little tennis clothes all day, huh?” he groans, you giggle, quickly taking off your tank top. “Not on purpose,” you say through labored breathing. Patrick smirks against your lips, bucking his hips against your clothed pussy as you straddle his lap. You grip the hem of his shirt, assisting him with taking it off. Your eyes trail down from his toned abs to his happy trail. Brows furrowing together as he turns over, flipping you onto your back against the mattress. He’s on top of you, hungrily kissing every inch of your skin. Patrick lifts your sports bra over your head, revealing your breasts to him. He moans at the sight, trailing kisses down the valley between your tits as your hands scramble to unbutton his jeans. He pulls them off, leaving him with a painfully obvious tent in his boxers. Patrick’s large hands settle on your waist as you shimmy off your skirt, kicking it away on the floor.
“Fuck, I need this so bad, baby.” he whines, fingers dancing along the waistband of your panties. He pulls your underwear off, tossing your legs above his broad shoulders as he presses a wet kiss to you to your clit. Patrick looks up at you with glossy eyes before he licks at your slit, still holding eye contact. Your stomach tenses at the sensation, fingers gripping around the soft duvet on your bed.
He pulls away from your cunt, a string of his saliva connecting him to you. His fingers go to spread your folds, you moan when you feel his thumb graze over your clit. Patrick seemed to know everything about your body. He laps his tongue over your wet slit several times, pulling back with low eyes before sliding two fingers inside of your tight walls. You spasm around his fingers, arching your back as he starts eating you out while massaging your insides. There's a small smirk dancing on his lips as he sucks on your clit, swirling his large tongue around the sensitive bud. You moan and whimper loudly, quickly placing a hand over your mouth to soften your noises. You watch with glossy eyes as he continues eating you out like a starved man.
It was all too much, he was so good. Too good. His other hand grazes past your stomach, fingers pinching your hard nipples. “Pat, oh fuck—mhm!” he hums against you, slurping at your juices. His thumb continues to rub deep circles on your clit, drawing more moans from your lips. He’s sloppy, burying his face deep between your legs, drooling all over your little pussy, and groping at your thighs. He clings onto your figure underneath him, suffocating himself with your legs and your pretty cunt. Before you could reach your climax, Patrick pulls away, scoffing at the way you whined from the absence of his tongue.
“What are y—”
“Shh, be a good girl for me, okay?”
Patrick pulls boxers off, his heavy dick slapping your leg. You gasped at his size, he was above average with an insane girth, a bulging pink tip leaking with precum staring at you. You feel ashamed under his lust driven gaze. You feel desperate and needy. Patrick will hang this moment over your head forever, you could tell. The way he was practically eye fucking you with that cruel smirk on his face. “I need you, please.” you cry out as you hold your tits in your hands. “Yeah? How bad do you need me?” He taunts in your ear, his wet tip rubbing against your folds. Your pussy throbs and tightens around nothing, yearning for his dick. “Tell me. Use your fucking words.” he spits out as he continues edging you with his tip.
Your breath hitches every time you feel him at your entrance, tears pricking down your soft cheeks. “If you need me so bad, use your words like the little slut you are.” Patrick grabs your jaw, kissing you roughly as your hands round up his neck to his curls. “I need you so bad, please fuck me, please, please,” you beg with puppy dog eyes, your lips pouting with anticipation. He smiles widely at your pathetic pleads, “That’s it,” he whispers before stretching you out on his thick cock. You pull his body close to you, skin to skin as you wrap your legs around his hips. His low laugh vibrates against your skin, hands gripping your flesh. Before you could even adjust to his size, Patrick’s quick to slam inside of you, splitting you open with his dick.
He keeps his pace frantic and rough, pounding into your cunt like a whore. You whimper and moan as his hips roll against your sensitive clit, running electric currents through your body. He thrusts into you with force, by now you are sure your appearance is rough with your hair splayed out against the pillow, wet eyes, and red bitten lips. “Right there, oh, yes, yes,” you chant through cries, letting him fuck you into oblivion. There's a rush of adrenaline running through you, also the slight fear of your roommate walking into you getting slutted out by the Patrick Zweig. “Shit, you're so tight, so good for me,” the backboard of your bed slams against the wall repeatedly, echoing throughout your tiny dorm.
“M’gonna cum in this tight little pussy, yeah?” he murmurs in your neck before looking up at you. You nod eagerly, arching your back into his stomach as his tip reaches to your sweet spot inside your gummy walls, your clit being bullied by his touch over and over. You feel limp against his strong body, tired and weak from his constant pace. You help him get off by grinding your hips against his in unison, forcing loud moans from the both of you. “Look at you, so needy and desperate.” He’s mocking you with each deliberate and fierce buck of his hips. One of his arms are over your head, hands gripping on the wood as his other hand is fondling your plump breasts.
You use all of your strength to lift your head up, watching as his cock slide in and out of you with a lewd squelch, your eyes rolling back with an open mouth. Before you knew it, his dick twitches inside of you, spiking himself inside your warm hole. He rolls his hips against your clit one last time, drawing your orgasm from your core with a loud moan. Your head drops back into your pillow with a soft thump, his lips finding their way to your collarbone. He curses against your skin before chuckling.
You swallow the lump in your throat, breathing in and out sporadically. “Tashi’s gonna break up with you,” you say as he lets his dick slide out of you, his cum dripping out of your pulsing cunt. “I don't mind.” he replies with a kiss on your jawline.
Can you plzz do a farleigh smut where he only rubs the readers clit bc the reader is too scared to finger herself, but then she gets the courage to finger herself and charles shows her how to do it??
—“spell”
farleigh start x innocent!reader
summary: farleigh had trouble resisting you since the first time he saw you so he laid his trap to which you walk right in, starting from agreeing to spend the summer at saltburn with him. the fact that you’ve never done anything with yourself boggles his mind, so he decides to lend a helping hand
warnings: boy where do i start. 18+, porn with plot, reader is innocent, naive and kinda stupid (bear with me), fingering, mirror kink, corruption kink, panties kink, posessive kink if you squint, size kink, praise kink, farleigh calls ready baby & princess, blowjob, face fucking, pussy job, panties job (?), cum eating, facial, dry humping, thigh riding, jerking off, p in v, let me know if i miss anything
a/n: we hit another milestone thank you everyone !! this is me showing my love to yall mwah. innocent reader finally out whoohoo. idk who’s charles but thank you anon for this request ! i hope it fits with what you’ve imagined
summer could be too hot at times. sweaty. sticky. but nothing could make you hate summer. you love summer. your favourite season ever. the blossoming flowers and clear skies are one thing, but summer also means that you get to wear the flimsiest, flowiest, thinnest fabrics ever. sometimes almost see through, because of the heat. maybe if you wear thin enough short dresses the heat won’t get to you. what other perfect time one could be wearing the cutest dresses around if not in summer ? atleast that’s your excuse. wonder if there’s any other reasons. i mean, your short skirts and flimsy tops surely dont have anything to do with how nice farleigh is to you, do they ? you’re just so— pure, even naive at times that he doesn’t have the heart to treat you how he does others. delicate fragile little thing like you should only be handled with care
farleigh start is really nice to you, he’d helped you picked up the books you accidentally dropped when he bumped into you. he even offered to help carry them while you walk to class, which had drawn you to him. you’d given him the cutest, most doe-eyed little “thank you” for helping and he could just feel his cock twitch in his pants. it’s not easy to find a decent man around here so when he often showed up to your convenience you believe that he’s just a good person, with nothing but pure intentions. sure, farleigh thinks you’re such a pretty little thing.
that’s why when he first saw you on college fields, licking away at your cherry popsicle that was dripping down your fingers, giggling about something with your friends, he couldn’t get his eyes off you. he couldn’t stop thinking about things— things that he could be doing to you. for every day of summer you would put on the nicest short dresses that you’d saved just for the season. the type of dresses that cling onto your skin if you sweat through the fabric. those dresses that look like they could get one hard tug and would rip easily.
it’s funny how such silly first meeting could lead you to farleigh. the both of you aren’t necessarily friends, he’s more of the nice guy you know and would greet whenever you see him around the faculty. he’d smile and wave at you across the halls. he’d offer you a seat at the cafeteria if he sees you looking around. he helps you with stuff around campus, like returning your books to the library and carrying your stuff. though you do find it weird that you couldn’t find the books he said he’d help return on the shelves anymore. and because he’s so tall, he serves as your guardian, protects you from other boys that try to bother you. he doesn’t ask for anything in return, just a smile from you would suffice, the smile that leaves him smitten. farleigh also knows about the love you have for summer, the way you always mention how great of a time you would have in summer. just casually telling him about that time you wandered into a hayfield and just laid there looking at the sky. or about that time when you were little you had just received a gorgeous little floral dress as a present that you wore everyday because you liked it so much. sometimes you just couldn’t shut your mouth when it comes to summer. you’re sentimental about it, and the fact that he would sit through your stories every time, no wonder how random it can be or how busy he actually is
you jumped when he asked you to spend the summer with him. “really ?? are you serious ?” you beam at him with uncontainable excitement. your toes springing up and down, his eyes follow yours as you jump and squeal, a huge grin plastered across his face. farleigh had told you about his saltburn home. the most perfect, ethereal place to be spending summer at. you love to listen to his stories about what they do at saltburn in summer. basking under the sun at the lakeside, playing tennis, rolling in the hayfield naked— so when he invited you to spend the upcoming summer in saltburn, with him, you couldn’t be more excited. it’s gonna be the best summer ever. “yeah it’ll be fun. besides, elspeth is always thrilled to have a guest. she loves a pretty face like yours” you feel your cheeks heat up at his words as you push him away. he smiles at your reaction, sometimes it’s almost too easy for him to get what he wants with you. it’s always been felix who would bring his friends, toys- over so he figured this time he’d do the same. he chuckles at you twirling around in excitement, eyes trailing down to your ass peeking out under the skirt. he could see the bits of your panties if you would just jump higher.
thinking about spending the summer at saltburn, you cant help but imagine how it would be like. you’ve heard people talk about the greatest parties that took place there, and how sex infested it can get. people do all sort of wild things there, the wildest you could imagine. the type of crazy that you could say what happens there, stays there. trailing your eyes along the corners of your ceiling, you let out a heavy sigh. you’ve always had a positive attitude towards sex and well, other sexual stuff. you’d hear crazy stories from your friends, about stuff they did or would do in the bedroom with boys. it’s understandable for people your age to be acting like they don’t have a second to spare from reproducing. their stories intrigue you cuz you’ve never done the things they’d talk about.
they would mention playing with themselves, you struggled to understand at first, thinking what is there to be played with yourself until you learned what it actually means. you’ve never done it though, you’re too scared and it feels so crude to be doing such thing. sounds like a sin. every time you would try to rub your dainty fingers between your folds, you’d retreat though it felt so good. you heard that you’re supposed to be stuffing your fingers inside, and that scared you even more. they’d mention being wet, as in aroused, but you remember the conversation you had with your mom when you were going through puberty. the one you went through at a very early age. she had told you that it is possible, and that if you ever become wet because of someone, it means that they’ve done something bad to you. like they have put a spell on you so you would succumb to the fantasy of pleasure with them. you believe her. she may had just wanted to protect you then but it fucked with your perception towards arousal so bad that when your friends told you stories about it, you’d feel bad for them. you feel bad cuz they’ve been put under a spell yet they seem so happy about it. you wonder if they knew.
it’s not like you’re a virgin. you’ve had sex when you were younger, with a lanky boy who suggested you to do it with him like it’s just another invitation to go hang out. not thinking much, you agreed to him. you didn’t feel any pleasure when it happened. it was just a weird sensation and shitty experience overall. you’ve been pretty avoidant when it comes to sex since. you feel like people talk about it too much yet it’s not that great. you think sex is overrated, so no one has ever touched you in years. boys would try to get close with you, talk nice to you but you see right through them. not farleigh though, he seems genuinely nice. or so you thought. you’ve asked farleigh about sex seeing that he frequents it along the course of you knowing him. he thinks it’s overrated too and he only does it for fun. he’s fucked a number of people you know here and he said none of them makes him want to come back for seconds. when you told him about that experience you had he laughed, “dont sweat it baby, he just sucked at it. probably got too turned on by you he couldn’t last more than 5 seconds” maybe he’s right. alas, farleigh wouldn’t lie to you would he ? no, he’s too nice for that. so when you told him you’ve never done things with yourself and that you haven’t been touched for years it came off as such a shock to him. girls he know not only would play with themselves, they even practically throw themselves at him just to get fucked. knowing that you’re so— reserved, he felt like you just got purer, more precious in his eyes. sometimes he feels like a predator eyeing its prey. the way he would think of ways to corrupt you. but those are just bad silly thoughts at the back of his head. he’s too nice to act on them, right ?
your first day at saltburn could be easily described by the word ‘crazy’. everything is just crazy around here. from the towncar the cattons had sent to fetch you from the train station, the butler and footmen standing still at the huge beautifully carved doors welcoming you, the green carpet spread out as far as your eyes can lay upon, the greek sculptures scattered along the garden trails, to the seemingly nice people that are farleigh’s aunt and uncle. he was right, elspeth called you pretty. like bambi she said. you met venetia, the only other girl around your age living in the enormous estate. she seems happy to be getting a girl company for the summer, showing you around the house and always borrowing you from farleigh. he paid no mind towards the friendship that is forming between you and venetia, as long as you’re having the best time ever. he wants this summer to be able to compete with your previous amazing ones. you’re walking alongside venetia with your knitted beach totebag across the field, towards the lake when felix greets you. he’s just as tall as farleigh, maybe a little shorter by an inch but you can see the genes connecting them both. “heard you’re farleigh’s friend, how’d you know him ?” you smile at his question before giving a quick answer. “he helps me around campus, he’s always so kind to me—“ before you could say anything further, he scoffs in disbelief. “farleigh ? kind ? think you got the wrong bloke there mate” he shakes his head before skipping away towards the yellow hayfields, his hair flopping messily. you look at venetia who’s giggling at you, also shaking her head while raising her shoulders. frowning at her, you couldn’t get to bask in your confusion any longer as she takes your hand and drags you towards the boys.
seeing her strip off, you look around to see the boys already laying comfortably, clothes off. most of them are covered by the tall grass but you can tell that they’re not wearing anything. particularly cuz you spotted the discarded clothes that they were wearing at breakfast not far from you. as you start to lift off the hem of your top, you feels venetia’s hand on your arm. “you dont have to, it’s just a stupid thing we do” you nod at her words, a little relieved yet you feel like you’re gonna miss out from the real saltburn experience if you dont do it like them. so you follow venetia’s actions before settling on the ground, in between the tall grass. she starts giggling at you as you slowly burst into laughter, not noticing the burning glance trailing along the outlines of your body. the grass covering the most of you teasing him, depriving him of the sight he craves the most at the moment. thankfully felix is too caught up in his cig to notice him practically eyefucking you, putting his imagination to work like he’s some prepubescent horny teenager. you felt your saliva caught up in your throat when you noticed his naked body in the grass when you were looking around earlier, and you’ve been trying to shake off the image of his tan broad shoulders, glistening in sweat, beads of it dripping to his defined collarbones since. as he seems busy flipping through the pages of his harry potter book, you hope for his focus to stay on the lore as your eyes continue to scan his beautiful face, his luscious curls bouncing off his forehead. his shoulders propped up against the ground, looking firm and shiny from the sun
weird tingling sensation crawls across your body as you struggle to take your eyes off him, or his body. he looks so flawless in his glory, basking under the sunlight, the sweat clinging onto his skin making him glisten. the tingling you felt turns into heat, seemingly most prominent around your core. the more you try to ignore the heat, the weirder it feels until you notice the forming stickiness in between your folds. fuck. you wanted to panic badly yet you keep your composure around venetia, not wanting to let her know what’s happening. you look at farleigh who’s still laying on his chest, your eyes widen at the fact that it’s happening to you. he’s put a spell on you. he must have, cuz one second you were looking at him and now you’re wet. just like what your mom had told you about. internally panicking, you quickly grab your clothes and try to put them on without having to stand up, to avoid flashing the boys. just as you’re done, you abruptly get up on your kneews before venetia notices. “what’s wrong ?” you look at her, offering a smile to convince her nothing’s going on. “nothing, forgot my sunscreen” she gives you a look of approval before sliding her shades back down. your swift movements and walk back to the house catches farleigh’s attention as his eyes follow your disappearing figure into the distance. he puts his book down as he slowly reach for his clothes before patting felix at the back, to which he pays no attention to. he’s too busy listening into the earphones connected to his walkman with his head settled on his crossed arms. farleigh’s eyes notice your small figure stepping into the foyer before taking the turn leading to your assigned bedroom, the men in suits along the corridor eyeing you as they stand still. hastening his steps, he tries to catch you at the coridor before you got into your room but failed. you’d planned to check yourself out in the bathroom, see what’s actually going on down there, hoping that maybe it’s your period though that’s not for another 3 weeks. pushing your underwear down your thighs, you notice the colourless wet patch at the crotch. trying to make sure, you dip your fingers in between your folds to collect some of the stickiness. holding your fingers up, you feel your breath caught up in your throat. you feel like you could cry, you couldn’t believe farleigh would do this to you. he’s supposed to be nice and kind unlike other boys—
just as you step out of the bathroom your eyebrow quirks at the tall figure standing just infront of the door, his linen yellow polo tshirt hanging loosely on his shoulders, his fingers fiddling with each other. “w-what are you doing— you shouldn’t be here” your eyes struggle to find something to settle on, trying hard to avoid his direct gaze. “is something wrong ? why’d you leave ?” his eyes trail to yours, trying to catch them as you make way to the wardrobe, opening the doors to see your clothes that have been neatly arranged by the maids. looking through the compartments and drawers, you’re actually trying to find a fresh clean pair of underwear to replace your soaked ones. seeing you suspiciously try to run and avoid looking at him, you leave him no choice other than to grab your arm. his action makes you turn to face him, he steps closer before crouching so his face levels with yours, his eyes searching into yours. pursing your lips shut, you didn’t want to confront him for what he did just yet but now that he’s standing infront of you- you decide to finally look at him
“i- i cant believe you did this to me farleigh” he cocks his head, taken aback by your words, not having any idea what you may be talking about. before he asks you decide to spare him the pretending. “the spell” you continue in a stern voice. “what the— what spell ?” his voice pitch higher as his eyebrows quirk. you let out a sigh, “i looked at you in the fields, now im- your spell, now im— wet” he looks like he’s still trying to puzzle the pieces together. rolling your eyes “you must’ve casted a spell to get to me, otherwise how am i this- wet ?” you wince at your struggle to explain to him, having to say the word ‘wet’ so much cuz you don’t know how else to make him understand. his face drops in realisation, finally getting to guess what you’re trying to say, yet he’s still weirded out. “so…you think i casted a spell on you that makes you wet..?” you squint your eyes at his slow response, is he pretending to be innocent or what ? “who told you that ?” he asks. “who cares ? i thought you were nice” getting defensive, you’re starting to feel that you’re being ridiculous. you notice his shoulders drop, his stance softening as he throws his head back with a smile on his lips.
“oh poor baby,,” he starts, before stepping back towards the bed, sitting on it.
“—come here” he ushers you, to which you compliantly follow. he grabs your arm to position you so you’re facing him, as he looks up to find your face. you’re now as silent as a baby deer, waiting for him to say something. he begins to chuckle lowly as he shakes his head. “so you think because you’re wet from watching me in the fields, i’ve put a spell on you” he tsks, before continuing with his dark eyes boring into yours “how cute.” his hands start to touch yours, ghosting his fingers along your wrist, trailing up your arms. a shiver travels down your spine at his touch, your eyes search into his, multiple feelings creeping into your head that you struggle to focus on one. one thing you’re sure of is you don’t want him to stop doing whatever he’s doing. suddenly his hands start smoothing over the hem of your skirt, his fingers carefully playing with the waistband against your navel, maintaining eye contact the whole time with an amused look on his face. “maybe i should take a look at the affected area, see it it’s curable hm ?” he suggests, both his index fingers already hooked beneath the waistband. you nod at him, your mom never told you what to do if one gets put on that spell but it makes sense if he needs to be the one to heal you. as he was about to pull your skirt down he changed his mind, he has a better idea that is to just leave your cute frilly little skirt on. slowly bunching up your skirt from the hem, he has his bottom lip between his teeth. you feel heat finding its way on your cheeks as you hear him curse under his breath. “oh- you’re really wet baby” the nickname makes you lightheaded. “all this because of me ?” he says proudly at which you frown at his stupid words. why is he acting like this is an achievement ?
“yes now can you cure me ?” you’re becoming restless the way you can feel yourself getting wetter. that’s not a good sign, it just means it’s getting to you. you’re worried that it might go beyond curable and you’re stuck living with the spell forever. not giving you any response, his hand still holding your bunched up front skirt as his fingers graze the fabric of your panties. he trails his finger at the top, where he can feel his cock pulse seeing the tiny ribbon. your panties had turn a shade darker from its original colour from your wetness clinging onto it. suddenly you feel his thumb press at your crotch, earning a gasp from you. you quickly pull your skirt higher to look at what he’s doing. the thumb that was pressing against your sensitive nub now rubbing at the wettest part of your crotch, pushing and rubbing the fabric in between your folds. he’s making you feel so good you wanted to tell him to keep going. his fingers are now grabbing the fabric together, before pulling it up against your folds making you moan. you look at him with wide eyes, he’s not looking back at you as he’s busier tugging and rubbing the fabric against your pussy, an amused look on his face. he could just see you getting wetter and practically drenching your panties. “fuck,, you have such a pretty cunny” his words making your pussy tingle before you decide to urge him, “help me, farleigh”
he lifts his head, his eyes soft as he looks at you. “i can cure you. but you have to be good for me” you listen to his words carefully before nodding, “i can be good” he smiles as his hands slowly grab at your arms, turning you to face the full body mirror mounted against the wall infront of him before pulling you down to settle on his lap. he rests his chin in the crook of your shoulder, looking at your eyes through the reflection on the mirror. his fingers creep up to your thighs, playing with the hem of your frilly white short skirt. as you try to breathe steadily around him you feel your breath hitch at his fingers’ sudden movement smoothing along your inner thighs. your eyes instantly shoot to his fingers now disappearing under your skirt before getting the clear view of his fingers playing with the side hem of your flimsy panties after his other hand had bunch up your skirt to your waist. you feel his plump lips plant soft kisses on the crook of your neck, his eyes gazing directly into yours. as you feel his lips, you can’t help but look into his eyes in the mirror, not breaking eye contact as he continue his kisses and his fingers grazing very lightly on the wet fabric of your panties. “farleigh-“ you let out a soft moan. “you told me you’ve never touched yourself ?” you shake yout head at his question, head too hazy to give him actual words. “that’s a pity” you dont really get what he meant by that but you dont think you’re missing out much.
he takes your hand in his, guiding it to your core. “here” you crane your neck up to him, looking into his face. he looks down, meeting your gaze. “i’ll show you” you keep silent as you let him pull your thighs even further, placing them over his. you can see yourself sprawled out on his lap in the mirror, showcasing your glistening panties clad cunt. farleigh’s fingers pull the side hem of your crotch, holding them to the side as his other hand bring yours over. “try grazing your fingers over the little nub there” he instructs and watch closely as you do what you’re told. you moan as you feel the pressure against the sensitive part. he continues to guide you through touching yourself the way it would feel so fucking good, that you’re a whiny moaning mess. you feel heat on your cheeks the whole time, embarrassed by the fact that he’s watching you touch yourself. “now try one finger inside” he suggests, your head shot up to look at him. “it’s okay, it’ll feel even better” his large hand grab yours, showing you to your cunthole. you obey him, prodding a finger at the hole, yet you feel nothing but discomfort. “it doesn’t feel good, farleigh” he pushes your hand further, your finger now fully inside. you bite your bottom lip trying to hold onto yourself. “now curl your finger” you take a minute to steady yourself before doing what he told you to. once your finger hit that spongy spot, you let out a high pitched moan at the newly discovered sensation. farleigh smiles at your reflection in the mirror, “there you go” you experiment with the all new experience for you, you try curling your fingers multiple times against the spot as it gives you pleasure each time. farleigh watches you get lost in the sensation in the mirror, fucking yourself on your finger. his eyes darkened as he feels a dark, lust dripping need form inside him.
as you rapidly fuck your finger into your pussy, you feel knotting in your stomach, a weird tingling making you feel like you were gonna pee. “farleigh-“ you call out to him, your free hand grabbing his arm that were resting on your waist. “you’re close baby ?” you knit your eyebrows at his words, unfamiliar with the feeling. “keep going, you’re doing so good” he encourages, his lips kissing against your neck, trailing behind your ear. he sucks the skin at the back of your neck as he feel your breath getting faster and heavier. all the overwhelming pleasure is new to you yet it feels too good for you to stop. “you can cum princess, cum for me” you can feel yourself chasing after something, until it all comes crashing down, the orgasm washing over you as the sweat making your hair stick onto your forehead. he looks at you through the mirror, offering you a smile as he pushes the hair out of your forehead and wiping the sweat from your rose tinted hot cheeks.
“you did such a great job, baby” your breath hitch at the new nickname, yet your head is too clouded to say anything about it. he let you catch your breath in his lap, his hands roaming at your waist. “that should cure you” he says before pulling you up, he gets up himself as he places you carefully on the bed, you sit at the spot he sat in just now. though you feel relieved, you feel like you wanted more, you wanted more of him, more of whatever that was happening, the pleasure clouding your better judgement. “farleigh,,” you call out just as he was about to walk away. “let me do something for you” he turns, his lips pursed to hold himself back from smiling at the fact that you’re about to walk right into his trap. he walks back, standing right in front of you. “yeah ?” he says, as you start reaching up and tugging at his belt. your eyes notice the huge bulge at his crotch. “you’re- hard, boys like it when girls suck them off when they’re hard, right ?” you ask him, he moans at your words. “well yeah, but you don’t have to” you shake your head at him, “i want to” you’re quick to respond as he bites his lower lip to suppress the strings of curses he wants to let out. “you’re the sweetest- fuck,,”
you begin to unbuckle his belt as he watches you carefully. he could cum right this second just by looking at your pretty innocent looking face. “god, you’re so breathtakingly pretty” he compliments, earning a giggle from you. you’re gonna look even prettier with a huge cock stuffed in your mouth, he thinks. his eyes follow your hands, that are now taking out his cock from his briefs, your hands barely covering the size of his length. you take a deep breath before looking up at him through your lashes, batting them at him with your doe eyes. he smiles at you before throwing his head back once your tongue start kitten licking at his tip. his hand automatically reach up to rest at the back of your head as he watches you suckling his raging red wet tip. “am i doing it right ?” you ask him, worried that you might doing it wrong for your first time.
“fuck, right- its your first time” “just- try squeezing your hand around the base while you suck at the tip, fuck-” he suggests, his head getting light from all the blood rushing to his cock. his hand involuntarily pushes your head down, his cock fucking into your mouth. letting out a whimper, he struggles to keep his hips from buckling, his length hot and heavy on your tongue. your plump lips now wrapped around his cock, perfectly fit for you. smothering saliva all over it, your hands squeeze at the base, and the rest of it that you can’t fit in your mouth, his tip already prodding at the back of your throat. “so good baby, you’re doing so good- look so pretty with my big cock stuffed in your face, mhm” he says, sending familiar heat down your cunt, you feel it getting wetter as before. you try hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head back and forth, your lips wrapped nicely around his cock. you hear him let out a low guttural moan. you look up at him through your lashes, he’s throwing his head back from the pleasure, his hips slightly buckling into your mouth making you pull away.
catching your breath, you feel his large hands cupping your cheeks, smoothing over the skin. “you’re a natural, princess” you smile up at him, before trailing your eyes down to look at his length. he’s huge, his tip raging red with precum trickling down his length. you lean in to catch the drop of precum at the underside of his base, earning a curse from him, before he moans. “how are you already so good at this, fuck-“ you cant help but smile at his words before continuing your licking and sucking on his cock. its not long until you notice him twitching, cock jumping as his face contorts in pleasure. his hand reach up to wrap his fingers around him before he starts jerking himself off, his hand moving rapidly with his jaw hanging low, mouth agape. his voice cracks as he’s letting out a loud moan, before you watch him shoot ropes of sticky white mess, landing on your face, most covering your lips and cheeks, some on your collarbone. you’re shocked, a little weirded out by his cum sticking on your face but cant help letting out a giggle while looking up at him. he was catching his breath as he noticed you giggling, before letting out a laugh himself. He reaches up to your face, fingers collecting the cum before prodding them at your lips. You frown at his action, weirded out that he wants you to suck at his cum covered fingers. He nods, encouraging you, “you can taste” he offers, before you decide to give in, trusting him has been giving you bliss until now. You open your mouth as he pushes his fingers past your lips, your tongue lapping at the sticky substance. Humming, you look at him, “‘s sweet”
“well im glad” he chuckles
“you okay?” he asks as you nod before gaining the courage to tell him about the wetness forming again in your panties. “farleigh im- im wet again” he lets out a chuckle, “your cunny’s wet again ?” heat rushing up to your cheeks at his words as you shyly nod, embarrassed. “you do realise that just means you’re turned on right ? nothing to do with me putting a spell on you” he chuckles at the silly concept you believe in. you’re taken aback by his words, realisation hits. the first time was maybe explainable by your mother’s words, but the second time around, now that you’re wet again, he might be right. he sits on the bed before pulling you to sit on his lap, your legs settling on either side of him, straddling him this time. your eyes roam across his face, appreciating his beautiful features, his long lashes, his dark brown eyes, his thick eyebrows, they’re all so pretty to you. you reach your hand up to graze your fingers along his lips, feeling every lines and crooks, slightly pulling at his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss him.
he lets out a breath as he leans into the kiss, pressing his lips softly against your plump ones, savouring your flavour. your lips dance against his, pulling him closer to you with his large hands grabbing at your waist. the kiss is soft, and pure in some way, it feels like there’s only the two of you in the world at the moment. your first ever kiss with him. his lips moulds perfectly against yours, making you want to kiss him forever. he’s a good kisser too, effortlessly returning your kiss and offering his own, his tongue swiping across your lips. his hand on your waist start grabbing firmer, moving you back and forth against his thigh and crotch. he lets out a sigh as he pulls away for a moment, resting his forehead against yours as he looks down to see the tent in his pants forming again. he continues to lean into you, kissing you once again while he guides you to hump at his crotch. the material of his pants serving you a little bit of pleasure as you try to chase that orgasm you had discovered from earlier. “you can go faster if you want” he says, offering you his lap to help you get off.
“use me” he continues
you wrap your arms around his neck, your boobs pressed up against his chest to steady yourself. his hands continue to guide your pace by your waist as he plant soft kisses along the crook of your neck and your shoulders. the bulge in his pants rub against your soaked panties before you accidentally angled yourself that you’re humping against your clit. the tingling of pleasure spreading all across your body leaves you a moaning mess, causing him to buckle his hips against your pussy. “you’re doing great princess, does that feel good to you ?” he asks as his hand roam across your back, encouraging you to get yourself off on his lap. you nod at him, too caught up in the pleasure now that you’ve found your sweet spot. “can you use your words for me baby?” you whimper at his request as you arch your back against him. “feels- feels so good far’” you manage to let out before letting out a whine.
“that’s my girl” he smiles.
you continue to work yourself on his lap yet you feel like you need more. grabbing at his polo, his eyes search into yours before trailing down at your hands pulling up the hem. he helps you take of his shirt as you marvel at his toned chest, fingers grazing along his collarbone. your pace on his lap becomes stuttered, interrupted by you trying to undress him. his hands grab your roaming ones, stopping your eager movements. “what do you need ?” not responding to his question, you grab the hem of your top instead, pulling it off of you. farleigh’s breath hitch as he moan at the bouncing tits in his face. he grabs at your waist to get you to look at him, his eyes pleading for your permission. you return his gaze, looking into his eyes for a moment before slowly nodding. he maintains eye contact with you as he slowly poke his tongue out, licking at your nipples, looking at you through his lashes. the warm wet tongue against your sensitive bud makes you moan, as you feel the bulge underneath you twitch. he’s now mouthing at your mould, his tongue spreading saliva all over it, all while looking into your eyes. pulling away, he grabs at both of them “such pretty tits, fuck”. you moan at his words, beginning to rub your clit against his crotch again. “need- need more farleigh” you plead him, before he grabs your waist to lift you up and lay you on the bed. now that you’ve had a taste of him, you can feel your body crave for more. for all of him.
“yeah ? that sweet cunny needs more huh ?” a sudden rush of hear creeps up your cheeks as you raise your hands to cover your face from embarrassment. you feel like you’re all exposed to him, like a platter waiting to be devoured. “you’re so small, i don’t think i can fit-“ he begins, as he leans down to plant soft kisses under your boobs, trailing down to your stomach with his hands roaming across the soft skin. “i’m gonna try something” he slowly takes out his cock that was covered by the crotch of his pants, his belt clacking as he winces at the friction against his length. he rests his cock on your soaked panties, his length heavy and throbbing. you look down to see his size, his tip reaching your lower belly. “such cute panties, shame it’s all ruined now” he smirks at the flimsy fabric of your panties that is now drenched in wetness. tracing his fingers at the cute ribbon at the top, he uses both hand to lift the fabric, stickiness stringing in between it and your pussy. he pushes his cock underneath the fabric before pushing it down with his fingers, creating a tight friction for him. he hisses at the feeling, before looking up at your eyes attentively following each of his movements, curious to see what he’s doing.
“‘m gonna fuck this panties okay ? rub my cock against your little folds. it’ll feel good” he informs, to which you nod. after that pleasure of riding in crotch earlier at his orders, you’re excited to see what this one’s gonna feel like. you wear him let out a moan as he starts moving, his hips fucking into your panties, his wet throbbing tip prodding against your sensitive nub, earning a whine from you. he’s right, it does feel good. and he looks so hot doing so, his face contorting and eyebrows knitted. his mouth agape as he lets out moans while looking at his cock going in and out of your panties, the wetness making the fabric translucent that he can see his cock fucking against your folds through it. he pulls the edge and pushes the hem further down, creating an even better pressure against his cock, pretending he’s fucking into your tight pussy. “fuck,, bet your cunny’s tighter baby” your eyes widen at his dirty words, your hands covering your mouth as you bite the skin on your thumb. not knowing where or how you gained the sudden confidence, “y-you can feel it for yourself” you offer, eyes carefully looking at his face, nervous anticipating for his reaction. his cock twitch underneath your panties before he throws his head back at your words.
“fuck princess,, you can’t say things like that”
“like what” you’re borderline panicking that you might’ve said something weird
“i might not be able to stop once i get a taste of your cunny”
you’re silent at his response, not really understanding what he meant by that. you continue to let him fuck your panties, his tip bulging through the material with each thrust. his length against your folds and his tip prodding at your clit makes you moan in a high pitch, the shivers travelling down your spine making you arch your back. grabbing at his hands, he looks at you while he struggles to halt his movements, his eyes searching into yours. “can you put it inside ?” you shyly asks, wanting to feel what it’s like to have his cock inside you, wondering if it’s gonna be the same as your first time. “what ?” his eyes widen at your request. he wasn’t planning on stuffing you full, you’ve already given him so much than he’d planned. “yeah- wanna, wanna feel your cock inside” he swears he almost busted at your words, his cock now painfully hard. “are you sure ?” he asks innocently. he’s been wanting to fuck you ever since he first saw you, so saying this is just a fucking cover for him. a manipulator he is, and you’re like a bunny foolishly trapped. “yes please” you bat your lashes cutely at him making him smile. making you say you want him inside you is one thing, but making you say please ? he fucking won.
he takes out his throbbing wet cock from your panties, his length bouncing as he settles on his knees, his face now infront of your pussy. he kisses at the fabric clinging onto your folds, moulding against your every crooks perfectly. he reaches the waistband of your panties, his lips kissing at your inner thighs on either sides of his face before pulling the band off your legs. his hands grab at your thighs as he looks at you through his lashes, smiling. he looks at your pussy infront of him, “thank you” he says before leaning in to kiss at your clit softly. you giggle at his actions, saying thank you to your cunt like he’s grateful for the meal. he chuckles against your pussy before getting up to put the weight of his cock on it, your wetness spreading onto his length, covering it with your juices. he moves backwards a bit as he positions his tip at your entrance before pushing his head in. you whine at the feeling, even with only his tip you can feel its bigger than you remember. who are you kidding anyways ? he’s 6’5, of course he’s gonna be huge. you whimper as he continue to push into your pussy, you push through the sting, taking his length like a champ. biting down at the skin of your thumb, he didn’t bottom out before he starts pulling out slightly, and pushing back in again. it’s a tight fit, your walls wrapped perfectly around his length as you hear the squelching sound from all the wetness. you offer him a soft smile shyly making him throw his head back.
“you’re so cute- oh” his words stumble as he feels you clenching down around his cock. “oh fuck” as his slow thrusts become stuttered, you giggle at his reaction before clenching down again. and again. and again- that he’s now crouched down against you, his face settling in the crook of your neck. “you okay ?” you tease him, at which he lets out a strained chuckle. “y- cunny’s so tight baby” you hold onto his shoulders as he starts thrusting again, bottoming up in the process. moans and skin slapping bounce against the walls of the room, the overwhelming pleasure making you forget that you’re in saltburn, having notably the best summer. you let him continue fucking into your pussy, letting out whines and moans ever now and then at him founding and hitting at your sweet spot. it was easy for him to find, every spot is basically so sensitive to you, he could thrust at any spot and you’d cum instantly. which is what’s happening now. your high pitch moans and legs shaking against his tells him that you’re close. “you’re close princess, cum for me” you whine at his words, his fingers reaching down to toy at your clit, helping you chase that orgasm.
the added pleasure makes you moan louder, your eyes searching his for encouragement. he looks into your eyes, his soft brown gaze makes you feel safe before you look down at his fingers rapidly rubbing at your clit. screaming his name, your orgasm finally crashes down on you, your breath heavy as your chest move up and down. “that feel good yeah ?” he asks you, he’s also catching his breath from watching you riding out your orgasm before you feel his thrusts getting faster and sloppier. sounds of skin slapping all so dirty to you as you hear him let out uncontrollable moans before he takes out his cock. his fingers quickly wrap around his length before he starts jerking off rapidly while moaning. his eyebrows knitted and face contorts in pleasure as he lets out a loud moan before you see thick sticky ropes of white land on your stomach, and settling on your pussy. he catches his breath while looking at the mess he made on your body. he looks up at you, offering you a smile before mouthing a ‘sorry’. his hand reaches down to move the strands of hair sticking on your face away, before leaning down to kiss you. you smile at him as he says “you’re mine now you know that right ?” your eyebrows quirk at his words, sure you’d wanna be his but you don’t quite get what he’s saying.
disclaimers: nsfw, smut, heavy sexual tension, vers!farleigh, versfem!reader, references drugs, alcohol, some fluff some hurt, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there), creampie, brief overstimulation, praise kink, fingering, whimpering farleigh, begging, teasing, riding, off script from movie scene of olivers party
synopsis: throughout oliver's party, farleigh is a sarcastic pain in the ass. the two of you go head to head in a heated game of beer pong, finding yourself in an intense predicament afterwards.
a/n: hope u enjoy! ty for reading and being patient!
「divider by @/ cafekitsune」
"oh it's going to be lovely oli! i invited maybe fifty people...no wait– a hundred. maybe two hundred?" elspeth rambled about having a party this evening for oliver. you quietly ate your food, occasionally adding a comment or two about party decoration and a theme.
"i don't even know a hundred people, elspeth." oliver chuckled, taking a bite out of his eggs. you couldn't look at him the same after seeing his actions with venetia the night before. the faux blonde sat quietly next to you, eating. it didn't seem like she enjoyed it, but she didn't look to be in disgust either. you notice the subtle movement of oliver as he continued to speak to elspeth. he slid another plate for venetia to eat and she silently accepted.
with the view of the painfully awkward interaction got to you, you diverted your eyes around the room. unfortunately your eyes found farleigh across the table. there was a shimmer of playfulness in his brown eyes and you noticed a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth whilst chewing. abruptly, venetia stood and exited the room rather quickly. you share a brief look with her brother felix before elspeth spoke.
"is ..is she alright?" the woman asked, looking at the rest of the heads at the table. farleigh sighed loudly, spinning a knife between his fingers.
"it seems she was rather full, stuffed even." the curly brunette commented. "you think it was the gluten? what even is gluten anyway.." he sneered, shrugging.
"farleigh." felix said, giving him a look. it's almost as if they communicated telepathically because farleigh had immediately shut his mouth and continued his breakfast.
"pardon me." you announced, exiting the dining room. you hadn't fully grasped the layout of the house yet so you were kind of aimlessly wandering. you did remember how to get back to your room, and venetia stayed next to you so you started there. you made sure it wasn't farleigh’s room, making a mental note that venetia was to the left of you and the unbearable american was to your right.
"venetia?" you called out, knocking on her door. no answer. you pressed your ear to the door to see if you could hear anyone, but it sounded completely vacant. you sighed, wondering which of the several rooms she could be in. you found yourself once again wandering, admiring and rooms and halls you passed for the next few minutes. as you were walking past an intersection, you were suddenly pulled into one and pushed up against the wall, your lips quickly being met by another pair. you let out a brief yelp into the kiss, instinctively placing your hands on the person's shoulders to push them away before realizing who it was. as much as you wanted to melt into his lips in such a deep kiss, you pushed him off.
"what the hell farleigh! you scared me you prick!" you proclaimed, subtly wiping your mouth with a heavily flushed face.
"theeere's my new nickname. boo, sweetheart." farleigh smiled ear to ear, crossing his arms. you rolled your eyes at the tall man, looking away.
"i’m looking for venetia." you stated, rolling your eyes. at this point you hoped they would roll out of your head.
"ohh the masochist? no idea. don't care enough either." he simply shrugged at you before turning his heel to walk off. you don't know why you told him, mentally slapping yourself.
you began to walk down the opposite hallway of farleigh, sighing in frustration. though farleigh glanced back at you, feeling the slightest ping of guilt before he, too, sighed.
"..venetia is in the library." you immediately turned around to farleigh again, who was still walking away from you. as soon as he turned left to another hallway, you could have sworn to see a smile on his lips. though you couldn't get distracted now. you knew where the library was and immediately made your way there.
as you finally arrived at the library, you saw one of the doors cracked open. you slowly walked up to the before peeking inside only to reveal venetia curled up in a ball in a large cushioned chair, crying. your heart began to feel achy at the site of your friend in such distress.
you slowly stepped in, the unforgiving creak of the door giving you away. venetia popped her head up from her position and immediately looked away, wiping her smeared mascara.
"came looking for you after breakfast. thought you could use a cigarette." you started, holding one out. you thanked god for quick thinking and checked your pockets as you walked in. venetia didn’t move for a few seconds before reaching her hand out, taking a tobacco stick from you. you sat down in the tufted chair next to her, lighting her cig first then yours. you smiled at hearing her mumble a soft 'thanks.'
"so, a penny for your thoughts?" you asked, taking a small puff of your cigarette. venetia sniffled, sighing loudly. she sat up and pulled a knee to her chest, resting her chin on it.
"haven't you heard? i'm a masochist with an eating disorder." she muttered, laughing dryly at her own words.
ah, so that's what farleigh meant..
"no, i haven't heard. but at the end of the day, you are human. and the road to recovery isn't a straight line." you reach out and grab hold of her free hand, squeezing it gently.
"i'm proud of you for both your big and small milestones, venetia." venetia's eyes glazed over again, turning her head to you.
"what big milestones?" she whimpered out. her voice cracking made your eyes water with sympathy. you immediately put out your cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the coffee table before walking up to the blonde. you pulled her up from the chair and stood her up.
"you still being here is a huge milestone venetia," you wiped a runaway tear off her face, smiling tenderly. "i know we may not have seen each other in a while but, regardless, i will always be proud of you." venetia's sad face mixed with a slow happy expression, making her look like a puppy.
"thank you, [y/n]." she whispered before engulfing you into a tight hug. you immediately return the hug, giggling softly before pulling away.
"now, you have to help me find a costume for tonight's party." venetia gasped and quickly wiped her face. she excitedly grabbed your arm to exit the library with an even brighter expression than before.
"i know just the costume. this house contains almost anything you can think of in the walk-in closet." venetia raved. you smiled, happily followed the excited faux blonde.
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you and venetia were in the huge walk-in room closet of the mansion. there were 3 walk-in closets filled with several different dressers, trousers, shirts you could think of. some were bejeweled and some embroidered with intricate stitching. the second one had costume pieces. it stored faux animal heads and masks, and several different types of wings such as angel or insect wings. it also stored decorated shoes with flowers, wings, jewels, or simply glitter. the last closet was full of jewelry itself, some fake or were just minimally valuable. you knew they wouldn't place authentic generational jewelry in a random room. from crowns and necklaces, to bangles and hanging body jewelry. you could name it and it was there.
"venetiaaa! the party started almost an hour ago! im sure i look fine." you groaned dramatically as you sat still, careful not to mess up venetia's hand. she was doing your make up for the party. when the 30 minute mark hit, venetia said that 'being on time is early and being late is on time.'
"i’m almost done!..a little glitter there aaaand...done!" she stepped back, beginning to place her makeup back in the make up box and you immediately got up to look at yourself in the full body mirror. your eyes practically lit up at the sight of yourself. you were dressed as a fairy with butterfly wings. being the bookworm you were, you knew the butterfly wings that dressed your back. they were the wings of the tiger swallowtail, with the upper wings being black and a cream yellow and the hindwings dipped with a cerulean blue lined with black. on the underside of the hindwing had small distinct orange spots.
you wore a silk black dress that stopped at your mid thigh, the hem of the dress and v-cut lining being lace. your shoes were an ombre from black to blue and matched the wings. you didn't choose flashy jewelry, instead dressing your neck with a simple layered, dainty silver necklace. you didn't want bracelets, but a silver arm cuff engraved with flowers caught your eye and you placed it on your bicep. venetia gave you a smokey eye with light yellow eyeshadow complimented with iridescent blue glitter.
alas, venetia got a little glitter happy and used her finger to put some on your cheekbones and temples but it looked amazing nonetheless. you couldn't believe how pretty you looked.
"wow i– .." you murmured, letting the biggest smile appear. venetia stood next to you, grinning. "you look like a family heirloom: priceless." you couldn't help but giggle at venetia's mediocre pick up line, playfully pushing her. venetia countermatched you, being the known monarch butterfly. she found little LED light antennas for her costume.
"now, we are ready. lets go the party is waiting for us!" the two of you giggled as you left the room. you could already hear the music and see disco lights down the hall and down the staircase. you stared in awe at the decoration and the amount of people who were present whilst being dragged along by your friend.
"stop gawking and dance with me [y/n] baby!" venetia yelled over the music. she grabbed your hand and the two of you danced within the crowd, laughing and giggling. elspeth had really outdone herself, but then again parties like these were probably normal for saltburn.
as you and venetia danced your way through the crowd to get drinks, a curly afro caught your eye. you looked to your left and there he was, the boy you despised. maybe even hated. farleigh was dancing with some girl, clearly leaving no room for god himself. you furrowed your brows to see him pour a powdery substance on the back of her hand, licking it slowly while holding the girl's gaze. just as venetia nearly pulled you out of his view, his eyes met yours and the slightest smirk danced on his lips. you felt something. you didn't know what, but you know you didn't like it. you continued to follow venetia into the kitchen where drinks were being made, hoping it would flood the feeling away.
"what are we feeling tonight [y/n]? we have tequila, vodka, wine, bourbon, beer.." you picked up a half empty random bottle and waved it in your hand with a smile.
"i choose this one." you declared, being talking a swig. it burned your throat, the warmth of the alcohol quickly gathering in your chest. venetia laughed and kissed your cheek before also taking a random bottle and taking a drink.
"ooh bottle roulette! i love it!" she announced, getting small cheers from the crowds around.
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it was about an hour into the party and you made sure to pace yourself in the drinking. you hadn't seen farleigh since you walked in and you could say you were slightly paranoid. you didn't know why, but anytime people walked through the kitchen you looked up, thinking it'd be him.
"ohh so close!" venetia cheered as the guy across the counter missed his shot in her last 3 remaining cups in her pyramid of beer pong.
"i got this, i got this." you jousted with a grin. you began to steady your balance and angled your hand before shooting the ball, scoring in the guys last cup. you and venetia immediately cheer together, jumping up and down. claps could be heard but a particular rhythm caught your attention. the slow clapping caused you to turn your head, and there he was.
farleigh.
"rather impressive win, [y/n]." he taunted with the fakest smile. you and venetia mutually waved him off, rolling your eyes. you tried your best to hide your smile, the alcohol quickly making you fail.
"oh? cocky much? let's play then. just you," his finger suddenly landed on you, making her heart jump. "and me."
"ugh farleigh go fuck yoursel—" venetia started.
"no no. it's fine, v. i got this. hold on." you held up a waiting hand and went to a nearby cooler, grabbing a bottle of water. you took a breath before downing half the bottle before setting the rest down on the marble counter. if you were going to play another entire game, you needed to refresh your organs before poisoning yourself again.
"aw now that's no fair [y/n]. where's the fun in sobering up like a little bitch?" farleigh pouted dramatically, crossing his arms like a child.
"bite me, prick." you gave him the finger, setting up your cups. he did the same, an eternal smile never leaving his stupid pretty mouth.
"ladies first." he tossed the ping pong ball and you caught it, shaking out your shoulders before throwing it again, the plastic sphere landing in one of his cups. you cheered briefly with your faux blonde friend, giggling happily at your win.
"lucky shot." the brunette shrugged and kept his cool as he downed his first cup. without warning, he quickly shot his turn, landing it in one of your red solo cups. your mouth hung slightly agape, watching farleigh as he took in the small cheers around him. he pointed to the cup and then angled his finger to you with a smug look.
you waved him off again and downed the drink. over the course of 15 minutes, you and farleigh competitively shot the ping pong ball back and forth, each of you gaining a series of misses and scores. the intense game began with a small crowd surrounding the table.
as the time passed, you began you notice you were getting really drunk. you had a good poker face though. you just had to not look anywhere else besides the table and farleigh or your world would spin. you'd steal stares at farleigh between turns. you were good at holding your liquor, but he was much better at holding his. you didn't know how early he started drinking, but regardless you were wasted. farleigh was beginning to beat you, getting even more cocky by each play. he had 3 cups left and you had 2.
"ooh i see you're slacking there [y/n]. you wanna pull the baby card again and drink some water?" farleigh teased, making a crybaby face towards you. you swallowed hard, blinking rapidly to focus. you casually grabbed the corners of the table to steady yourself, shooting daggers at him.
"go f-ffuck yourself farleigh." you said plainly. you cleared your throat, thanking god no one seemed to notice your slurred stutter. the room itself was full of drunk people, and though he didn't show it, farleigh was watching your every move. he caught your slurred speak. he saw how you ever so slightly stumbled and how you grabbed onto the table, blinking rapidly to focus your eyes. he was mostly impressed at how subtle you held yourself together.
you slowly raised your hand, swaying to the side before trying to slow your movements. you shot the ball, and missed, your groans being joined by others in the crowd. farleigh laughed, before immediately starting his turn and scoring one of your two cups. cheers erupted in the room again, the sound beginning to sound cloudy to you.
fucking hell.
you let out a soft groan, shaking your head to bring yourself back. you quickly downed the burning liquid and irritably threw the cup to the ground.
"hey, you alright?" venetia grabbed your shoulder, steadying your swaying body. you blinked slowly, focusing your eyes on her
"yeas..im...fine. im gonnnna win.." you mumbled, running a hand through your hair.
"hey, drink some water for me alri–" venetia grabbed the half full water bottle from earlier and tried to hand it to you. instead, you slapped it out of her hand, turning back to the game. venetia frowned but stayed quiet, keeping a close eye on you.
"ready to lose, sweetheart?" questioned farleigh, tilting his head to the side with a taunting smile. you ignored him, focusing on the three cups. you exhaled slowly and tossed the ping pong ball, missing again. you groaned and slowly kneeled down against the table, ready for your known fate. the room began to chant farleighs name and the sound began to drown out. you sighed and leaned on your elbow on the table, wasted with your eyelids barely open and full of bad sportsmanship.
"checkmate, baby." was all you heard before hearing a soft splash followed by loud cheers. your blurred vision found your hands around your last red solo cup and you sipped the last bit of alcohol, knocking the cup over on the table.
"fuck you." you mumbled not loud enough for anyone to hear. you didn't even look at the brunette. somehow, you managed to pick yourself up and stumbled away into the crowd. but farleigh was staring right at you as you said it to yourself, reading your lips perfectly. he frowned at your current state. you were wasted and wandering off, away from everyone, away from venetia, away from him. he began to make his way to follow you, moving through the dancing and cheering crowd around him.
as you wandered through the party. the music and lights all began to blur and sound very echoey. everything felt like slow motion as you stumbled past dancing bodies. you groaned softly, slowly making your way somewhere quiet. you found yourself on the outskirts of the party now. people were making out and borderline fucking in corners of the hallway, but the music began to finally fade causing you to relax a bit more.
"[y/n]"
"[y/n]– wait."
"hmmm?" you turned around, too fast for your liking and suddenly found yourself falling. everything spun around you.
"[y/n]–...god." you heard the voice again before being abruptly caught. you didn't have the energy to hold your own weight, falling into the pair of arms that caught you.
"you fucking drunk." you heard him say, making you giggle quietly. you were swooped up off your feet, quite literally before opening your blurry eyes to see a faint outline of the prick himself. you reached up, drunkenly playing in his hair.
"mmm..helloooo farleigh.." you smiled, absolutely wasted. you heard a chuckle, causing your warm body to erupt with butterflies. you didn't open your eyes but you could feel farleigh walking, taking a turn before walking through a door. a familiar smell immediately hit your nose; a scent of fresh soft green and musk, making you hum in content.
farleigh gently placed you on a bed before suddenly sitting you up. things began to spin violently again when you forced yourself to open your eyes to look at the boy kneeled down in front of you. he was holding you up, seemingly whispering sweet nothings as he pulled off your pair of faux wings.
"don't worry i got you ..lay back." you heard him say and you plopped back down on the bed, feeling his hands grab hold of your leg. tingles lingered wherever his hands touched. his fingers trailed down your leg and stopped at your calf, using his other hand to pull off your heels and did the same with your other shoe.
"[y/n], hey, for the love of god don’t fucking move from this bed okay? i'm gonna get you some water." all you did was nod with a soft mewl before you grabbed the nearest pillow, laid your head down on it and finally blacked out.
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it was hours after the party and you opened your eyes to a moonlit room. you turned your head to the window where the source of moonlight was coming from. farleigh was sitting on the open window seal with a half smoked cigarette in his hands. when you began to sit up, you could tell you were still intoxicated, but most of the alcohol had run its course through your body. you felt like you were tipsy on an empty stomach now.
"good morning, sleep beauty." you heard the brunnette say. you turned to him, saying nothing. he then pointed something next to you, to a glass of water on the nightstand and you immediately downed it within a series of seconds. you sighed in relief, because that water was like liquid gold to you. you could say it nearly revived you.
"what–..time is it farleigh?" you grumble. you finally built the confidence to stand and walk to his bathroom.
"about 4 in the morning." you gave him a thumbs up and closed the door behind you. after you finished your business you went to wash your hands, noticing two one-use packets of make-up wipes on the counter. you wouldn't help but smile at how thoughtful it was.
after washing your hands and wiping your makeup off your face, you exited the bathroom and joined farleigh on the window seal. just as he was about to take another hit you swiftly grabbed it out his hand, smiling as u took a hit. he playfully glared at you, rolling his eyes with a scoff.
"first you can't hold your liquor, then you want to steal my cig." you shrugged, tauntingly blowing the smoke into his direction. farleigh chuckled and looked away outside, resting his head on the back of the window seal. while you smoked his cigarette, you took the time to admire him. maybe it was the alcohol that still lingered but you couldn't help but stare. the moonlight lit up his features like the last time you two were in his room. only he was wearing a plain white t-shirt with flannel sleeping pants this time.
you could also tell he wasn't fully sober mainly because for the first time since you've been here, he was being nice. or somewhere near it. farleigh began to feel watched and diverted his gaze back to you, who was definitely staring.
"can i help you, baby?" he questioned. you didn't say anything, instead shrugging. he grinned and leaned up, putting his hand out
"well if i can't help, i'd like my cancer stick back–” farleigh stopped himself short as he noticed you pulled back your hand out of his reach with a cautious brow raise. he raised a brow himself, a playful grin growing. before you could even process, farleigh had swiftly pinned your hand that held his cigarette by your wrist up against the window seal and held down your other arm by your bicep. reflexively, you grabbed onto his forearm with your free hand and stared up at him. farleigh looked down at you with a proud smile.
you felt his fingers slowly unwrap around your wrist and trail up the palm of your hand. just as he made it seem your fingers were going to intertwine, he swiftly grabbed the cigarette and sat back down, instead right in front of you. he sucked in a slow puff before exhaling slowly at you. you looked away while making a face towards the intensity of the smell. but farleigh didn’t allow that, and instead gently turned your head back to him, capturing your lips.
you reciprocated the kiss. it was soft and sweet. when he slowly pulled away, smoke faintly left both of your mouths into the air above. you couldn't help but laugh as his little trick.
"smooth." you admitted, making farleigh flash a smile. he seemed a little more bashful this time around. it looked cute on him to look flustered. you stood up and walked away from the window seal to his wardrobe, opening it.
"oh so you're going to steal my clothes now?" he said with the nearly finished cigarette between his lips. you winked and didn't answer, ruffling through his clothes before finding another white t-shirt. you turned your back to him and slowly slipped off your little black dress. farleigh had a full view of your blue bikini cut underwear. you wore no bra, so you knew his imagination began to run wild.
a smile stayed at your lips as you stepped out of your dress and slipped on his shirt. it stopped just above your knees. when you finally turned back to him, his demeanor darkened. his eyes had a look of hunger in them and he said nothing. you wandered back to his bed and sat on the edge with your legs crossed.
"you have the free will to steal your shirt back. so c'mere and take it, sweetheart." you offered. farleigh didn't move for a few seconds. he was probably still thinking about how you just undressed in front of him. finally, he snapped out of his daze and stood up. he walked slowly until he loomed over you. his eyes wandered and he finished the rest of the cigarette in one breath, setting the bud on his nightstand. he then pulled off his shirt in one swift move and laid you back. he kissed you again, hungrier this time.
the two of you mutually scooted more onto the bed and he slid in between your legs, grabbing both your wrists and placed them above your head. your legs rubbed against his needily, rolling your hips.
"all that arguing just to get under me huh, [y/n]." he mumbled against your lips. you whined in protest from his hand restricting you. his lips trailed down from your lips and jaw to your neck, fully attacking you there. you mewled from the mix of hurt and pleasure as farleigh abused your skin. he made sure to leave bruises and bite marks on your clavicle.
he used his free hand to caress your skin all around your body. he started at your thighs, then your hips, and teasing the sensitive skin of your abdomen. your stomach occasionally sunk inwards from the tickles of the tips of farleighs fingers. you exhaled sharply as you watched his hand snake up further under his shirt on you. he enjoyed watching you gasp and whimper at the lightest of his touches.
"you're so needy [y/n].." he teased audibly, watching intensely as he caressed your right breast, flickering his index finger over your nipple. you whimpered loudly, squirming more.
"fuck– farleiiigh–" he quickly stopped your movements by burying under the shirt, kissing and sucking on your left breast. a breathy moan slipped past your lips, bucking your hips even more against his. he would groan whenever you shifted against him, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight. farleigh was done waiting and let your wrists ago. he pulled off his shirt and slipped it onto himself with a cheeky grin.
"successfully re-stolen." he assured. you smiled before pulling him back in for another kiss. farleigh swiftly slid your underwear off and immediately dipped his hand between your thighs. you almost immediately lost all strength as he touched you. his fingers trailed between your second pair of lips. the slick sound from your own body cause you to hide your face in farleighs chest, letting out an even louder moan as he slid in his middle finger slowly.
"shh sh baby... you’re doing so well." he whispered into your ear, keeping a slow and steady pace. you let out soft gasps each time he decided to suddenly go deeper than the last. he added his ring finger, nearly causing you to break out in salacious sounds. you covered your mouth and moaned into your hand as he began to pick up the pace.
"move your hand from your mouth, or i will stop [y/n]." farleigh commanded in a low tone. you did as you were told, gripping onto farleighs shoulders as a substitution. the sounds of your wetness and moans filled his ears. it made him pulsate and you could feel it against your thigh. you couldn't take it anymore.
"f–farleigh–" you stammered. "please just– fucking fuck me already.." the brunette's hand stopped thrusting into you and you finally allowed your body to relax momentarily. he pulled his fingers out of you slowly and made sure to hold eye contact as he licked his digits clean of your juices. he pulled off his pants and boxers, revealing his hard on. you flushed a bright pink at the sight of it, your own walls clenching in response.
"since you asked so nicely." he chuckled. farleigh laid you down and aligned himself with your hips. it seems all his 'cockiness’ dispersed as he rubbed his tip between your soaked folds. his head became cloudy with lust and heat, exhaling as he rubbed over your clit. he closely watched your reactions, loving the way your hips twitched. he made sure to burn this sight of you into the folds of his brain.
"fuck.." he groaned out, finally pushing into you. you threw your head back in pure bliss, whimpering as you were stretched out. farleigh’s large hands held up your hips, beginning at a slow pace once more. farleigh groaned into the air above him and picked up speed.
"o–oh–... fuck–" farleigh shuddered, leaving his mouth agape. you looked up as he fucked you silly. your walls contracted against his girth and your thighs trembled. farleigh leaned down and pressed his body against yours. he began to kiss and mark your chest with more hickeys and bite marks. you wanted to see more though. you wanted to see farleigh groan and moan simply in pure ecstasy.
"farleigh ..wait–” he immediately stopped his movements and looked up at you, panting.
"yeah? am i– am i hurting you?" he questioned, immediately sitting up. you leaned up on your elbows, smiling up at him.
"no. but ..let me pleasure you." you bargained. farleigh swallowed nervously, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. carefully, you flipped yours and his position. you were now sitting on top of his lap, right in front of his aching cock. farleigh sat up against the bed frame, becoming visibly shy. his skin flushed color and you couldn't help but kiss his warm cheeks.
"you're so cute farleigh...mm.” you said against his blushing face. you lifted your hips and grabbed hold of him within your fingers, slowly sitting yourself on his dick, simultaneously watching as his facial expression filled with pleasure.
"ah– [y/n]– ...shit." he stuttered, exhaling sharply. you felt so full, gently touching the core of your abdomen. you could feel him pushed up against your insides, nearly grazing that spot. you grabbed hold of his shoulders, licking your lips as you began to bounce on farleighs cock.
"you're so big farleigh.." you murmured against farleighs lips. he tried to respond, only letting out whimpers and pants. you kept a rough, steady pace to continue to see his reactions. you loved to see his eyes roll back and to watch him struggle to curse and speak, matching his moans. suddenly farleigh grabbed onto your hips, ramming them down onto him with a fully audible moan. the two of you mutually moved your hips, letting your head rest on his shoulder. you listened to his yearning sounds, whimpering yourself as you neared your edge.
"o–oh god [y/n] please–" you cupped his face, maintaining eye contact as you rode him. his beautiful brown doe eyes began to water, whimpers becoming more prominent.
"cum for me farleigh–" you gasped out, reaching your climax. you quivered under his touch, thighs trembling. seconds later he thrusts roughly upwards one last time before releasing inside you. your walls contracted in response to each filling pulsation. your hips bucked slowly riding out your high with soft mewls. abruptly, farleigh let out a higher pitch whimper, grabbing your hips to still your movements.
" ‘m s–sensitive for f–fucks sake.." he breathed out. you raised a brow, bouncing on his dick once out of spite. he yelped from the overstimulation, covering his mouth immediately.
"watch your mouth farleigh. i’m the one on top right now." farleigh didn't argue with you, instead staring up at you with the sweetest puppy dog brown eyes as if he was silently asking for forgiveness. you chuckled and kissed his cheek before removing his mouth to plant a soft kiss on his lips. you slowly lifted yourself off the poor guy, laying down on your back beside him. you watched as his cum slowly oozed out of you, biting down at your lip. your [e/c] colored eyes met farleighs, who was also looking down at your mess. his dick twitched again at the sight.
"..can we– go again?” he asked, eyes looking back and forth between your entrance and your eyes. with a face like that, you couldn't deny him no way.
"you’re so fucking lucky i’m on birth control, prick. now c'mere."
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contents: american reader, smoking, soft farleigh, very slight angst, fluff
synopsis: you and farleigh smoke under the sunset, reminiscing on your exciting summer.
a/n: go listen to weak for your love by thee sacred souls nowww
you sigh against the warm breeze, staring up into the golden sky. your summer was coming to an end, which means you would have to leave saltburn, which means you would have to go back home to america. you thought you wouldn’t care when summer ended, in fact you were excited to go back home—but now everything’s changed. your summer started out with felix inviting you after the graduation party. he said “everyone will miss you if you leave so early.” he was definitely just trying to make you feel better, but you caved in on his offer anyway. on the first day you arrived at the estate, elspeth almost immediately claimed you as one of her own children.
she was a very sincere woman, her blonde hair was always pinned up to frame her classic face, and her clothes always reflected her wealth. you were so intimidated by the catton’s at first, but as you got to know them better, you realized they’re quite normal. sure—the family heirloom art pieces on the walls and their 200 acres of land weren’t normal, but on the surface of their personalities, they were just average people who happened to be blessed with money. during your stay at the mansion, you found yourself talking to farleigh more often. at oxford you and farleigh never talked much, only sharing occasional glances from across lecture halls. you shared the same friend group with him due to felix and got along surprisingly well.
you both had witty personalities, a stubborn flare, and incredible fashion tastes. you recall your first real conversation with farleigh. it was on your first night at saltburn during dinner. you were seated next to him and gossiped the whole time about annabel and felix’s situationship. you laughed and smiled at his words and he seemed to be feeling just as amused as you were. now and then you would have your petty, harmless arguments, but nothing too extreme. in the midst of all of the catton’s chaos, you and farleigh found peace in each other. slowly, he even opened up a little to you. he talked about his mom, claiming that he was scared that if he left england, he would never get an ounce of money again. you pitied him truthfully. however, he was also incredibly smart, he just never bothered to show it.
farleigh also loved literature, he would roll his eyes at you whenever you’d call him a nerd but he enjoyed classics, drama, mysteries, romance, almost everything and anything. you would think that him living a chaotic, party filled lifestyle meant that he never had any time to pick up on any other hobbies or interests, but he did. he learned french and was surprisingly good at it, he didn’t speak it fluently—but he knew enough to hold up a conversation with someone random.
you sit in your window nook, closing your book and placing down on the cushion, staring out of the cracked window as you ash your cigarette out of the open panes. it’s mid september, the weather was slightly cool, but the humidity from the light rain earlier had made it slightly warmer. you raise your fingers to you mouth, dragging out the smoke from your cigarette. you lean your head back against the wall, closing your eyes as you breathe in the air around you. suddenly, you’re awoken by a knock on your door. “come in!” you call out as a head of curls poke through the door. farleigh smiles before closing the door behind him and walking over to you. he’s wearing a dark navy ralph lauren cable knit sweater (very fitting for him) and black trousers. he looked like he just got back home from something. “having your main character moment, i see?” he teases as he sits down across from you in the nook. you roll your eyes, softly shaking your head with a laugh. he grins, looking down at the book in your lap.
farleigh reaches over, grabbing it before reading the title outloud. “one hundred years of solitude,” he repeats. “how are you just now reading this?” you snatch the book out of his hand before placing it back down next to you. “oh, i’m sorry i’m not a nerd like you.” you reply mockingly. farleigh gives you a deadpan expression before cocking his head to the side, staring at you with low eyes. he readjusts himself in the cushion, scooting closer to the where his legs were touching yours. “venetia won’t be able to shut up when you leave.” he mutters. you turn, smiling weakly. you’ll miss her too, you’ll miss everyone when you’re gone. the two of you sit in silence for a minute, soaking in the beautiful shift in colors within the sky. you pull a cigarette out of its box next to you, offering it to him. he stares at you, almost like he was hesitating to take it or not. of course, he couldn’t decline so he swiftly took it out of your fingers.
you grab your lighter and ignite the flame by his lips. he immediately groans quietly, a wave of relief glowing across his face. “where were you all day?” you ask. “you just disappeared during brunch.” farleigh blows a thin line of smoke out of his mouth, shrugging. “the pub.” he looks over your empty room, biting down on his bottom lip. you used to have so many posters and polaroids littered across your walls, but you had already packed all of your stuff—leaving the room blank. “god, it’s so boring in here now.” he says. his breath suddenly hitches when he sees your suitcase in the corner of the room, packed and ready for your leave. you notice this and reach over to touch his shoulder.
in an attempt to lighten the mood, you rub at his arm. “aw, you gonna miss me, far?” you ask with an exaggerated sad face. farleigh scoffs, chuckling softly at your expression. “mmm, don’t get ahead of yourself.” you giggle, turning your head to look at the sky above you. you had made so many memories here, so many friends you wouldn’t be able to replace back in the states. a part of you wished you could stay in england, but another part of you missed your home. “do you remember the first time we met?” farleigh breaks the silence suddenly. you glance over at him, raising a brow. “it was at felix’s acceptance party. you showed up wearing a bold silver sequin skirt, very bold.” you cringe as you recall your odd fashion choices in your first year at oxford.
“oh god, don’t remind me.” you cry out as you pinch your nose bridge with a defeated sigh. farleigh laughs, exhaling the smoke out of the window. “truly … it was definitely the talk of the night.” he adds on to make you wince further. you raise a hand, waving it in front of him, hoping he’d stop talking. “but—i liked your outfit that night. i thought that you had to be interesting if you were wearing that.”
“really?” you ask. he nods, a smirk dancing on his lips. you sit up, leaning closer to him. you stare up at farleigh through your lashes, cocking your head to the side. “and was i interesting?”
farleigh seems to get a rise out of this sudden confidence from you. he leans down closer as well, just inches away from your face. “mhm,” he hums as he raises his cigarette back up to his mouth. you can’t help but stare at his pink lips as he takes a long drag. the two of you exchange quiet glances, a thick tension rising in the air. “whatever shall i do without you?” he teases as he leans back on his palm. “well, i’m not leaving until tomorrow morning.” you glance over at the grand clock in the corner of the room before turning back to meet farleigh’s gaze. “—we still have a couple more hours together.”
“yea? it’s not enough.” he muttered the last part quietly, but loud enough for you to dicipher. farleigh looked so soft under the sunset, the rays of pink light illuminating his face perfectly. your stomach suddenly flips, a wave of heat spreading to your face. he looked almost angelic in a way. you never thought about your right dynamic with farleigh. others around you would often say you and farleigh were close, maybe a little too close. you liked sitting in his lap and he liked holding you, not like it was im a sexual manner, you just genuinely enjoyed his touch. it was purely platonic to you from the start. but as you spent more time with him, you realized his demeanor would get you a nervous mess at times.
you thought you didn’t like farleigh, but the fuzzy feeling that would overtake you would make you squirm under his stare. it made you feel like you were twelve again with your first crush. “maybe we could just spend the next few hours talking.” farleigh says. you blink, examining in his soft features. the longer you stared, the more you’d notice certain aspects of him face you never acknowledged before—like how he had very faint fading freckles in the summer, or that one curl that would fall on his forehead perfectly. you nod in response to his suggestion before leaning back to your original position. for the next two hours, you and farleigh just sit there, rambling on about everything you could think of. your conversation ranged from shit talking to philosophy, then to the planets orbiting around us. you talked so long to the point where the sun started to set, slowly dipping below the horizon with a burst of pinks and oranges. you grab at his arm, gasping quietly as you gaze up at the sky. “look!” you point out. he raises a brow, glancing back and forth between you and the sunset. “what?”
“the sky!” you say in an obvious tone. “happens everyday, nothing new.” he says nonchalantly as he releases himself from your grip, resting his head against the window. you groan, smacking his arm with the back of your hand. “okay, well it’s my last sunset in england.” you turn your body fully so it’s facing the window, legs crossed underneath you as you put out your cigarette. you feel the cushions slowly sink when farleigh scoots closer. he places his head on your shoulder, sighing quietly. “m’gonna miss you.” his voice is low, rough but smooth at the same time. you tilt your head to look at him, giggling at his sudden honesty. “i’m serious,” farleigh picks his head back up from your shoulder, tracing his thumb along your jaw.
his eyes flicker back and forth from your eyes to your lips, his face show a look of contemplation. for a moment, you wish he would come back to america with you. the thought of him living with you didn’t bother you. in fact, it sounded perfect. he was a genuine person—and yes, he was a bitch but he was truthful and sweet when he wanted to be. “i wish i could stay longer.” you whisper. farleigh trails his thumb up to your bottom lip, tilting closer to you. “you could,” he says. you laugh awkwardly, “i’m sure the catton’s are sick of me though.”
“i’m not.”
you stare up at him, his dark eyes boring into yours. he looks so vulnerable right now, so calm and content. it was a rare occurrence if you saw farleigh not gushing out insults left and right. his voice made you shiver, goosebumps lining your skin with each syllable that left his pretty mouth. “i—i don’t want you to go.” farleigh stutters out with a soft sigh in a way that sounded like it was ashamed of admitting it. before you could respond, his lips crash onto yours. his pace is frantic at first then it softens, kisses delicate and slow. farleigh’s hand on your jaw trails around to the back of your head to deepen the kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, pulling him close to your body. you could feel his warmth radiating off of yours, it was so sudden. you never expected to be making out with the farleigh start. there’s so many things running through your mind, but they all vanish into clouds as you melt against his soft lips. your stomach flutters rapidly, a slight buzz rising to your head. he grins into the kiss, a shitfaced grin at that. farleigh slips his tongue in your mouth, the subtle taste of liquor on him.
“far—” you whimper through labored breathing. he slows, pulling away from the kiss as he rests his forehead against yours. his hand falters from the back of your head to your neck. “fuck, you don’t understand what you do to me.” you crane up, looking at him with doe eyes. “please stay. just for a little while.” he begs, brows furrowed with worry as he laces his fingers into yours. you swallow, glancing over at the packed suitcase on the floor. you peer back up at farleigh, a small smile tugging on your lips. “please.” he repeats.
“okay,” you breathe out, “i’ll stay for a little longer.”
hello! been obsessed with your work! (I think I already read all archie madekwe x reader fics from you tbh). Been sobbing over Lizzy McAlpine's song Vortex. And I couldn't stop imagining Farleigh x reader who is in an on and off again relationship. Reader tries to stop herself from going back every time he's at her doorstep begging. But always fails. And it's just sad. LMAO
𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑
farleigh start ☆
pairing: farleigh start x fem!reader
contents: angst, mentions of sex, slut calling, farleigh being a little bitch, reader is also an american, smoking, suggestive at the end but no smut, kinda toxic
synopsis: although your relationship with farleigh is complicated, you can’t help but run back to him every time he needs you.
a/n: this is so late im sorry i’ve been so busy and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while😭
there’s something so alluring about farleigh that makes you chase him constantly—even if he pays no attention to you. you long for his approval, his touch, and in his absence you realize you can’t seem to function correctly without him. your relationship with farleigh is complex, to say the least, and everybody around you knows this. whenever you would tell felix that you and farleigh had split up again, he always replied with “give it a week.” and somehow, he’s always right. but, this one was different. you split up with farleigh a few weeks ago and he hasn’t even tried to make an attempt to contact you. he knew you’d come back around sooner or later, but you were persistent on keeping your ground.
your breakup with farleigh was because he had called you a slut, just straight up—which was quite ironic because he was the known campus whore. usually you would ignore his silly and childish name calling, but you hated him calling you a slut, it was too degrading for you. you remember the way farleigh blew up in your face when you told him the two of you were over, it was a priceless expression. now, you’re currently standing outside of the saltburn estate, leaning up against one of the large extravagant stone pillars. felix was hosting a party tonight, a big one at that. the colorful flashing lights can be seen outside, a neon cast over the large grassy field.
you decide to step out for a smoke and some fresh air after you locked eyes with farleigh as he was dancing with a girl, her hips grinding against his. that image alone made you shiver in disgust. although you had broken up with him, you missed him bad. you tried to deny it, but if you had to be honest with yourself—you didn’t know who you were without farleigh. if only he would give you a genuine apology, everything would be fine but his pride stopped him from doing so.
you turn your head when you hear the grand doors behind you creaking open. you watch as felix stumbles out, his dark brown hair disheveled from the party. you’re surprised to see him since he had vanished halfway through the party with some random girl you presume. felix turns, a surprised expression on his face. you look over at him, smiling weakly as you raise your cigarette to your lips.
he stands by the door for a minute, stretching his neck before walking over to you. “what are you doing out here?” he asks. felix scans your appearance, eyes widening when he spots a bottle of vodka in your hands, the same bottle that mysteriously disappeared a few hours ago. you shrug slightly, tired and feeling nauseous from the amount of drinks you’ve had tonight. “you missing the states?” felix nudges at your arm playfully. you stare ahead, shaking your head. “i just needed to clear my mind,” you mutter as you lift the bottle to your mouth, taking a long gulp. felix notices that you’re out of it, and he looks concerned. “you haven’t been yourself.” he starts, “ever since farleigh—” you raise your hand out, your palm facing him. “don’t. mention. him.” you groan, rubbing your temples to soothe your migraine.
“he misses you,” felix smiles widely. you stare at the red cups littered on the paved ground, slowly zoning out. “we’re not talking.” you reply, he sighs in return. “well, he wouldn’t stop talking about you in professor anderson’s class.” you turn to look at him, raising a suspicious brow. you think he’s joking at first, but his face is completely straight.
“really? i didn’t know the two of you even attended classes.” you joke in an attempt to move the topic elsewhere. “oh, ha ha.” felix replies sarcastically. there’s so many things racing through your mind, but at the same time—your thoughts are empty. you think that the alcohol from tonight has made you more sensitive. “i don’t like it when you guys fight.” felix mutters as he slowly takes your bottle away from your grip. “you should stop drinking too,” he waves the half empty bottle in front of your face.
“it’s not a fight, felix. it’s a breakup.” felix scoffs, shaking his head with a laugh. you turn to look at him, a scowl on your face. “oh, so you think i’m gonna run back to him?” you ask in a bitter tone. he steps back a little, blinking at your unexpected tone switch. “what? i didn’t say anything.” he says defensively. you suddenly feel irritated at everything around you. you excuse yourself abruptly while he tries to explain himself. you speed past him, leaving felix by himself outside while you open the doors to the mansion.
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you can’t stop fidgeting with your pen, clicking it rapidly as you scan the words in the open book in front of you. you were sitting in the library, not for the sake of studying but for the sole purpose of distracting yourself from having a mental breakdown in your dorm. you couldn’t even think straight since your hangover was so bad. you hadn’t tried to dress up today, you didn’t even bother to put on makeup or fix up your hair. you knew people would see you and talk, but you were so tired you couldn’t do it. usually when you and farleigh would split, you’d still be in close contact with your (who were really just his) friends. however, this was different. everyone seemed to be avoiding you—everyone except felix. whenever you’d ask to hang out, their only excuses were “i have to study,” or, “i’m busy tonight,” and when they see you, they’d scurry off in a blink of an eye.
you could only imagine what bullshit story farleigh has came up with your break up to make them run away from you. felix was the only person who still spoke to you, but now you think you’ve lost him after what had happened at the party last night. you stop clicking your pen when you hear a cough in front of you. you look up, freezing up when you see a familiar curly haired boy in front of you. “fancy seeing you here.” he says. you scoff, rolling your eyes and avoiding his gaze. he laughs quietly to himself before crossing his arms. “i didn’t know you studied.” he emphasizes the word “studied” almost like he was attempting to mock you—but he knew you did study, he just wanted to make fun of you. “i didn’t know you even knew what a library was.” you snap back instantly, farleigh just smiles blankly at you as he pulls a chair out and seats himself right across from you.
“what do you want?” you ask sternly. he sighs, shrugging. a tense silence fills the air and you’re slowly suffocating. “i’m serious, farleigh.” he stays quiet, his eyes still on you. “what did you tell the others?” you inquire.
“hmm?”
“no one’s talking to me anymore.”
“that’s not true,” he laughs, “felix was just talking to you last night.” you squint at him, brows furrowed. “were you watching us?” you ask. farleigh tilts his head to the side, flashing a deadpan expression. “please, i have better things to do.” he replies arrogantly. you nod, closing your eyes. “i’m sure you do.” you look back down to read the words on the page, not taking in any of the information—but just so farleigh would piss off. you could still see him in your peripheral vision, but this time he’s leaned closer against the table. “get a life, farleigh.” you mumble under your breath. he laughs dully, a small smirk forming on his lips. “that is rich coming from you. you really like assuming shit, don’t you?”
“well maybe if you took my name out of your mouth, i wouldn’t be assuming.” you reply nonchalantly as you close the book, standing up to leave. you pack your stuff back in your bag, turning away from him. he mouths a quiet “wow” before getting up from the chair as well, following closely behind you. he swiftly steps in front of you, blocking you from leaving. he leans closer to you, just inches away from your face. “you think you’re all that,” he starts. “but in reality, you’re just a fucking whore with no personality.” you quietly wince at his response, eyes wide. “you’re lucky that i even gave you a fucking chance. i made you known, and this is how you repay me?” farleigh spits out, he sounds truly angry—you’ve never heard him like this before. “but it’s fine,” he says while leaning back up, “such a shame, you’re a pretty face. too bad you’re boring.”
you can’t muster up a snappy comeback, you just stare at him, scanning his face for any sign of empathy—but there’s nothing. he just looks distant and cold. you glance around, realizing there was a few students nearby listening. you sniffle under him, blinking away your tears as you quickly brush past his arm.
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it hurts to pretend like you don’t care about what other people said about you, because in actuality you take all of their words into consideration—especially farleigh’s. you had successfully avoided farleigh all week ever since the conversation in the library, and in an attempt to make yourself feel better, you had finally started dressing and glamming up. of course, there was still rumors going around about you and farleigh, every day it seemed like there was a new bizzare one. you had just came back from shopping, sitting on the carpet of your dorm. it was getting dark, everyone else in the hall was getting ready for bed. as you slowly dive into a wormhole of your own thoughts, the sound of an abrupt knock on your door brings you back to reality. you blink, turning your head to look at the door.
you choose to ignore it, pretending like you weren’t there. then, another string of knocks pound on your door loudly. “oh my god, i’m coming!” you yell out as you get up from the floor. you pad over, opening it with an unenthusiastic swing. the person standing infront of you was the last person you expected—farleigh. you almost screamed when you saw him standing there. you groan loudly and roll your eyes, immediately reaching to shut the door on him. before you could lock him out, farleigh stops the door with his hand. “can we talk?” he mutters with his head low, almost as if he was afraid someone was going to hear him. you stand still in the crack of the door, contemplating whether or not you were gonna let him in. farleigh whines, shaking his head slightly.
“please?”
you sigh in defeat, slowly creaking the door open for him. he gives you a small smile before sliding through. he looks around your room for a second, taking in every aspect of your interests plastered on the walls. farleigh sits down on the edge of your bed, realizing he’s never actually seen your dorm before. whenever the two of you would fuck, it was always in his dorm, a random bathroom at the pub, or somewhere at the saltburn mansion. he runs his hand against the soft duvet of your bed, laughing to himself when he spots a pile of stuffed animals by your pillows. you shut the door, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. you stare at him, raising your brows as a way of saying “go on,” farleigh clears his throat, clasping his hands together in his lap. “i’m sorry.” he sounds hesitant when he says it, like he’s being forced to apologize.
you blink, staying silent as he stares up at you with bambi eyes. “and?” you press. farleigh sighs, dropping his eyes to the floor instead. “i was just upset, i didn’t mean anything i said. i love you, you know that.” he says with a whiny tone. you’ve been through this same scenario multiple times, he fucks you over, comes back to apologize and beg for you back, then you have make up sex. every time this happens, you forgive him easily, letting him fuck your brains out to forget everything he had said to you prior. you didn’t want to give in again, but the way he was looking up at you with his dreamy brown eyes, his highlighted curls framing his face perfectly, even his cologne was driving you crazy.
you missed him, you missed his voice, his explicit compliments, especially his touch. “i miss you, baby.” he whimpers. you cock your head to the side, trying to hide your excitement. “really?” you ask with dilated eyes as you slowly step over to him. farleigh nods, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please, baby—please don’t make me sit here and beg.” he groans. he looks at you up and down before reaching for your hand. he intertwines his fingers into yours, a perfect fit. farleigh nuzzles his cheek against the soft flesh of your skin, then he kisses your knuckles, a predator like glint flashing in his eyes. he pulls you onto the bed with him, placing you in his lap as he leaves a trail of delicate kisses down your neck.
“let me make it up to you.” he whispers. you moan softly, looking up at him. you lean your head against his shoulder as his hands roam up your back, then under your shirt. “forgive me, okay?” he mutters in your ear. you feel his hands stopping midway to your bra, and you whine softly in response. you lock eyes with him, nodding eagerly. he gives you a faint smile before he continues to unclasp your bra with a swift move. you knew that he’d fuck up again soon, and you knew you would run back to him again—but if it meant incredible sex, you didn’t mind.
contents: smut, cowgirl, thigh riding, praise, softdom jann, gentle and cute sex yk, size kink, cussing
synopsis: you surprise your boyfriend with your new lingerie set when he comes back home from a win.
a/n: somebody sedate me pls i love him
you adjust your appearance in the mirror leaning against the corner wall of your bedroom, pulling up your lace garter. it’s been a few weeks since jann had left for the le mans race, and you missed him dearly. he would text to update you everyday about how it was going, and when you finally got a call from him a week later, he was cheering on about how he had won—you couldn’t be more proud of him. you were expecting him to be back home soon, and to reward him for winning the race, you dolled yourself up and bought a new lingerie set you had been eyeing for the last few days. it was a dark red translucent babydoll dress covered in lace detailing with a matching pair of cheeky underwear.
you smiled to yourself as you play with the small bow on the top, jann loved when you wore cute lingerie sets with bows. he said it made you look angelic in a way.
you switch off the light, then reach over to turn on the small lamp on the dresser to create a more romantic atmosphere. you spin around, watching as the red mesh twirls around your body before walking over to your bed and dropping yourself down. you prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at the reflection to make sure you looked decent. you slightly jerk when you hear the sound of a car pulling in. you lay still, waiting. jann calls out for you from downstairs but you don’t respond. after a few minutes, you hear him walking upstairs. he knocks on the door before twisting the doorknob slowly.
he pokes his head in, a smile immediately breaking on his face when he notices you laying on the bed. “hey, baby.” he mutters while closing the door behind him. it takes you every muscle in your body to not immediately jump into his arms and cover his face in kisses. you stay quiet, staring up at him through your mascara coated lashes. his eyes pan down your body and he inhales sharply.
you finally sit up, crawling over to the edge of the mattress and swinging your legs over. “what is this?” he asks with an intrigued laugh. you give him a timid smile in return, fidgeting with your necklace. although in this moment you seemed bold and confident, your heart was beating so fast you swore he could hear it. you never initiated intimacy in the bedroom due to the fact that you were still so nervous around him. his gaze on you was heavy, almost intense enough to make you come on the spot. “i just wanted to surprise you, a treat for your win at the race.” you reply back. your voice is barely a whisper, and he seems to notice how shaky you are. you watch intentively as he takes off his hoodie, then his shirt before his hands make their way to his belt which he abruptly pauses at.
“are you sure you wanna do this right now, baby?” he asks. you look up, a confused expression on your face. you nod eagerly, placing your hand between your thighs to sooth your nerves. “you seem really tense,” he laughs quietly, but there’s a hint of worry in his voice. you glance down at your thighs, pressing your lips in a thin line. “why wouldn’t i be? i’m the luckiest girl in the world.” you mutter out. jann smiles, caressing your face with his large hand.
he steps closer to you, his eyes darting over to his pants then back down at you. you blink before realizing he wants you to unbuckle his belt for him. you swallow hard before lifting your shaky hands up to his pants, teasingly taking off his belt, making sure he got a good view of your cleavage above you. you stare at his deep v-line before your fingers trail down to his crotch. you unzip his jeans then lean back on your hands to get a better view of him. he pulls off his jeans then crawls on top of you with a small chuckle. “you’re so perfect,” he mumbles against your neck, causing you to squirm when you feel his hot breath on you.
you giggle at his compliment, kissing his cheek. “tonight—i’m all yours.” you whisper softly as you shyly play with the bow on your dress. “yeah?” he asks while he watches you fidget anxiously. “mhm,” you hum back in reply. even though the two of you had been together for over a year, it still felt like when you first started liking him. jann’s lips instantly return to yours, dipping his hand under the open slit in the middle of the dress. his thumb slowly brushes against your waist, making you twitch under his touch. he laughs at your reaction, continuing to tickle his fingertips down your soft stomach. his hand took up your whole torso, so it was easy for him to toss you around. he knew how you felt about his size, he knew you were weak whenever he’d use it to his advantage. you gasped as he hooked his fingers around the thin band of your panties, pulling them down to your ankles.
“so pretty,” he whispers under his breath as his eyes trail down to your exposed cunt. you whine quietly from embarrassment, grabbing the duvet under you and covering your face with it. jann laughs, grabbing the blanket and pulling it away from you. “stop that, i wanna see your beautiful face.” he leans down to kiss you, smiling between each gentle kiss. “jann,” you whimper when you feel his erection rutting up against your pussy. he groans, peppering kisses down your chest and neck. “fuck, i missed you so much, princess.” he finally pulls off his boxers, revealing his hardened dick to you. “i missed you too,” your breathing hitches as you prepare yourself for the stretch—but he suddenly wraps his arms around you instead, swiftly switching positions so you were straddling his lap.
you yelp as slides his hands back down your hips, lifting you slightly so his thigh was between your legs. you choke back a moan when you feel your swollen clit against his skin. “show me how much you missed me,” he rasps deeply as he pulls your dress strap off your shoulder, careful to not rip up the dainty fabric. he takes your breast in his hand before he starts massaging the sensitive bud, groaning in satisfaction when you slowly grind on his thigh. the sounds of your labored breathing and the wetness of your dripping cunt fills the room in echos.
you feel yourself getting hot from embarrassment, you couldn’t believe you were already so wet from this. even just the sight of jann made your legs tremble. “so good, baby—so good.” he choked out as his hand slowly pumps up and down his long cock, his thick tip leaking with precum that you so desperately needed right now. you rest your hands on his upper thigh, rocking your hips faster against him. each movement almost makes you cry out from overstimulation, but you keep going. jann tilts his body down, making you lean back as his tongue runs down the valley between your tits. you throw your head back, moaning louder when you feel the tension in your stomach gradually building up. “i missed you so much, jann. i had so many wet dreams about yo—fuck!” you cry out as he nips at a sensitive part of your neck.
jann traces his mouth down to your boobs, taking your nipple between his lips as he sucks on it, covering his spit all over your chest. he’s gentle and slow, making sure to savor every part of this. he wanted to remember every detail, from the way the ribbon in your hair was bouncing as you were riding his thigh, down to the way your moans would slightly pitch up when you were close. “i can’t stand you being away from me, i hate it when you’re gone.” you whisper lustfully. your words visibly get a rise out of jann, he sighs loudly, knitting his brows together against your chest.
you grind up against him one more time before he suddenly pulls you off back into his lap. you whine out in protest, being that you were almost reaching your climax. jann caresses your jawline with his hand, shushing you softly. “i’ll make you come, baby. be good for me, yea?” he says. you nod, taking in a deep breath. he wraps his hand around the base of his cock, sliding the tip between your folds sensually. he repeats this a couple of times to coat your wetness on him before he slowly sinks himself inside of you. the two of you moan loudly, synchronizing as you start adjusting yourself on his dick. he was definitely above average, you would never get used to that familiar stretch between your legs.
“my perfect girl,” he sighs out as he slowly starts thrusting upwards into your pussy. even though you were sitting on top of him, you still felt so small compared to his huge frame, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to pull you into a warm embrace. “i need you so bad, baby” you whimper loudly, hugging his head close to your chest. jann groans in your ear. the walls of your cunt was swallowing him whole, feeling it flutter around his dick when his tip would graze over your g-spot. “oh fuck, i have to bring you with me to my next races—i can’t be away from you ever again.” your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head from his words. you slowly begin to speed up, resting the palms of your hands behind you to help you support yourself while riding him.
jann pulls away from the hug, arms still around your torso. his large hands shift over to hold your waist, lifting your hips up and down as you slow your pace. he was so big. his dick was girthy and long, and he knew exactly how to use it. the sensation of jann’s cock sliding in and out of you rapidly was almost too much for you. you try to slow your hips, but jann is quick to pick you back up on his dick. you cry out loudly when his tip reaches deep inside of you, causing you to squeeze tightly around him.
the sound of your skin slapping against each other with the wet sound of your slick made a lewd squelching sound, but it only turned you on more. you slowly gaze up at jann’s face, looking up at him with teary eyes. you can see the thin blanket of sweat dripping down from his forehead to his neck—his loose curls slightly damp. he looked so pretty like this. “you’re so handsome, baby.” jann nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck in response, hiding his smile.
your vision was getting blurred with each stretching bounce. jann notices how you were progressively getting tired, so he runs his hand up your back—pounding into your cunt slowly but hard enough to make you cry out from the stir of pleasure and slight pain. you tilt your head up, pulling him into a soft, long kiss. jann whimpers loudly in your mouth, his tongue swirling against yours. the kiss starts to get messy, your spit mixing together as he continues to thrust you up and down in his lap. “c’mon baby, c’mon—ride me, i know you can do it, princess.” his breathing is shaky, lips slightly glossed from your saliva.
you thought you were in heaven as jann held you tightly, moaning and chanting his name with short breaths. you were almost pushed over the edge when you felt his long fingers brush past your swollen clit. jann lets out an airy chuckle as he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing in slow circular motions. your hips immediately jut up while shaking in pleasure. “shit, jann—i’m close.” you whine out as you feel his dick twitching inside of you. “come for me doll, i want you to come all over my dick, please.” jann cooed, pulling softly on your hair so he was making direct eye contact with you. he wanted to see your pretty little face when you would squirt on him. he snaps his hips against yours as you pick up your pace again, a desperate attempt to reach your sweet climax you longed for.
you roll your hips one last time before you’re instantly being undone from his touch, crying out from the coiling pleasure in your pussy. in that same moment, jann let’s out an animalistic growl in your neck, shooting ropes of his milky cum inside of your pussy. “oh fuck!” he moans. you convulse around his thick girth, your orgasm running down his dick to his balls. you groan silently when jann holds you up with an arm and pulls out with a wet pop. it takes you a minute to adjust back in his lap, leaning your head on his shoulder. you close your eyes, sighing in relief while he tangles his arms around your waist.
when you open your eyes, you see jann staring down at you passionately. his eyes are low and heavy, indicating he was slightly worn out—but he had a soft sheepish grin plastered on his face. “i’ve been dreaming about this for weeks.” he says playfully. you giggle, lazily kissing him on the cheek.
You and I Walk a Fragile Line - Farleigh Start x F!Reader - Part 7
a/n: hey y’all!! im finally back yayyy and ready to serve you guys some hot and fresh ANGST. i would like to apologize in advance, this chapter is kind of rough. part 8 will most likely be the last part of this series 😭😭 pls give suggestions for what i should write next, like should i start doing oneshots or start a new series, and should i write for a new character??? just send it to my asks!!! anyways enjoyyyy ily all so much thank you for the kind words and love! ❤️❤️
word count: 4k words
warnings: fem reader, language, mentions of sex, alcohol, smoking, ANGST, fluff for like one second, suggestive stuff, farleigh is a bitch but so is reader, not proofread
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You wake slowly, your eyelids heavy with sleep. You feel an arm wrapped around your waist and warmth enveloping you. Sunlight creeps into the room, bathing the walls in golden light. Memories of last night start coming back to you in waves.
You tilt your head up slightly, seeing Farleigh sleeping peacefully. His long lashes flattened across his closed eyelids, his chest rising and falling slowly, completely relaxed in his deep sleep.
If someone would have told you a year ago you would be waking up next to Farleigh, you would have laughed in their face. It’s surreal. And yet you can’t complain as you watch the beautiful, serene expression on his face.
You shift, sitting up slowly, careful not to wake him. You both barely fit in his bed. You wonder how you managed not to fall off of it during the night.
He stirs a bit in his sleep and stretches out the arm that was flung over your waist. He groans softly and his eyes flutter open as you pull up the duvet to cover the lower half of your body.
“Morning,” He mutters, blinking away the sleep, his voice husky. “Hey,” You awkwardly reply, noticing that your own voice is a bit weak. You notice the dull pain in your lower back as you sit upright, and you grimace.
Farleigh just stares at you blankly, and you stare right back. You aren’t sure what to do or say in this situation, when the person you’ve always claimed to hate just gave you the best night of your life.
You reach a hand around to your back and rub it softly, trying to soothe the pain. He raises an eyebrow, and you can tell one of those smug remarks is forming on the tip of his tongue.
“Are you sore?” He asks, a smirk playing on his lips as he rolls onto his back. He raises his arms behind his head and watches you with intrigue.
“No,” You lie, shaking your head. “No?” His smirk only grows and you glance away. “Maybe.” You say softly.
Your gaze trails down to his stomach and his waist, the duvet covering the rest of him. You look back up to his face, and you can see him eyeing your body with a look of hunger.
Nope. “Okay, we need to figure this out,” You start, trying to push the horny thoughts out of your mind. Farleigh sighs and rolls back onto his side, facing you.
“What’s there to figure out?” He asks, making it sound so simple. You stare at him blankly and blink a few times.
“Are you- Oh my God,” You hold your head in your hands.
“You’re overcomplicating this. We hooked up. Are you familiar with that term?” He pokes you in the side and you bat his hand away.
“Shut up,” You roll your eyes. “Farleigh. It means something when you have sex with someone, okay?” You explain matter-of-factly. He goes quiet.
“I thought you would be mature enough to realize that,” You shake your head and chuckle at your own apparent stupidity.
“For you it might have meant something,” He replies coldly. “But for me, maybe it didn’t.”
You turn back to him, genuinely taken aback by his comment. Why did it feel so special to you? You think back to last night. It was so intimate. It didn’t feel like just another hook up. He made it feel like your first time, and he’s saying that it didn’t mean anything to him??
“Right, because you just get passed around, so it all starts to feel the same at some point,” You fire back. His eyes turn dark.
“Wow, fuck you too,” He says under his breath. “You’re just like everyone else. You’re just fucking shallow, not capable of seeing someone as more than just a hole,” You reply, your voice seething with anger as you climb off the bed and go to search for your clothes on the floor.
“Jesus, that’s not true,” Farleigh exclaims, but you shake your head as you step into your underwear and your shorts.
He sits up and watches you walk to the door once you’re dressed. You open it and turn back to look at him one more time before shutting it behind you.
You don’t realize the tears pooling in your eyes until you’re alone in the hallway. You begin the walk back to your room, ignoring the fact that your legs are a bit unsteady and your back still aches.
Are you just being a stupid, delusional girl who caught feelings for someone after a one night stand? You could usually just leave someone's room after sleeping with them and never speak to them again back at Oxford, but with Farleigh, it’s different. You wanted it to mean something. You try to push down your feelings and forget about last night, but it’s nearly impossible. All you can do is try your best to ignore him.
The past three nights, there’s been a pattern. You and Farleigh ignore each other the whole day, avoid each other at all costs, and then late at night when no one else is awake, he leaves his door open for you and you creep into his room, which eventually leads to you two fucking or doing something of the sort.
Of course, you two never talked anything out or solved any problems. You don’t know why you went back to him. You were trying to be nonchalant and independent, but you obviously failed at that. You want to hate him, but your craving for his touch and his body overrides all of your logical judgment.
And every night you tell yourself that it’s the last time. But you just keep coming back for more and he welcomes you with open arms.
Tonight at dinner, you act like he’s not there at all, like a ghost is in his place, and he does the same. You don’t even glance in each other's direction.
“So, the party is tomorrow night. Your friend is arriving during the day, correct?” Elspeth glances at you and you nod in response.
“Yes. She’s just taking the train and then getting a cab, I think.” You take a nibble of your bread.
“Remind me of her name again, darling,” Elspeth asks. “Oh, it’s Lola.” You smile and she presses a hand to her chest. “Oh, I love that name. So beautiful.”
Felix clears his throat. “I didn’t know you were inviting Lola,” He says. You look over to him and it seems that he is pleased with this information.
“Yeah. Sorry, I forgot to tell you,” You pat him on the shoulder. Farleigh sighs loudly and your eyes dart over to him before returning to Felix.
“It’s alright. I quite like Lola,” He smiles and you grin, thinking of how happy Lola will be to hear this information.
“Because you fucked her?” Farleigh says abruptly and Elspeth coughs. “Farleigh,” Sir James hisses.
“Jesus Christ, mate,” Felix shakes his head and looks down.
You awkwardly sit there in the silence, eyeing Farleigh from across the table. “No, I like Lola because she’s kind, funny.. She’s smart, too,” Felix finally says.
“Whatever,” Farleigh rolls his eyes and you can’t help but snicker. What’s his problem?
“You should ask Lola out. I think she really likes you, too.” You nudge him and lower your voice as a different conversation begins at the table.
“Does she?” He raises his eyebrows and his eyes light up. “Felix, she’s had a crush on you since like… our first year,” You explain. His face turns a red shade.
It’s weird to see Felix be so nervous over a girl. To him, all girls are the same, just little accessories for him to show off. But maybe Lola was an exception, the one girl he might actually care about.
“Well, I look forward to seeing her.” You can see that his smile doesn’t fade even after your conversation ends.
Later that night, you end up in Farleigh’s bed, sticking to the usual routine. You snuck into his room at one in the morning, which was the time you found everyone else was already asleep. Now you could guess that it’s maybe around two as you lay next to him, your naked body covered by the expensive sheets, staring up at the ceiling.
“You don’t think anybody could hear us, right?” You ask softly. The last thing you need is for Felix or, really, any one of the Cattons to find out about you and Farleigh’s situationship.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit late to be asking that?” You look up to see that stupid smirk. His face is illuminated by a slice of moonlight streaming in through the window, and he looks angelic. You can see the gold flecks in his eyes. He has a point, since you two have been doing this for four nights now.
“They definitely did. But no one has said anything yet,” He sighs and wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You smile at the feeling of his skin against yours and close your eyes.
“Do you think Felix would be mad?” You ask. He plays with a strand of your hair, threading it through his fingers slowly. “Why would he be?” He questions.
“Cause we’re best friends and you’re his cousin,” You explain, wondering why it isn’t obvious to him.
He tilts his head down to you. “Best friends?” He raises an eyebrow and you roll your eyes. “I don’t know.” You shrug. You assume he’s referring to you and Felix’s little fight.
“Did he really say those things about me?” You ask, sitting up slightly. “You ask a lot of questions,” He groans.
“No, answer me,” You respond while narrowing your eyes. “I might have… made some of it up?” He trails off, his tone making it almost sound like a question. You grab a pillow quickly and hit him over the head with it.
“Farleigh! You little shit!” He shields his face with his hands and laughs. “It’s not funny,” You sit back and cross your arms. He finally peeks out from behind his hands and shrugs. “I mean, was I wrong? He said it eventually, I just sped up the process,” He bites his lip to keep back a grin, but you see it in his eyes.
“Whatever.” You shake your head before laying back down.
“If it makes you feel any better, I only said that stuff because I know how it feels,” Farleigh says, his voice softer than before. “After all these years, I’ve figured out how he thinks. How they all think,” He explains.
You tilt your head as he continues. “They pity me. They only keep me around because they feel bad for me and everything that happened with my mom,” You feel a pang in your chest. You always knew this, but you still feel bad for Farleigh. In a way, you can relate.
“Just look around. I don’t fit in. But I try to,” The room falls silent and all you hear is both of your breathing.
“I’m sorry,” You whisper. He shakes his head. “It’s fine. What I’m trying to say is, I understand you.” He says it almost hesitantly, and you know it’s because he’s not used to being vulnerable with anyone.
“Thank you,” You take his hand in yours and squeeze it gently. He looks down at your hand and then back up at you, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Then, he withdraws his hand and turns over. “Goodnight,” He mutters.
You sigh and turn over so your back is to his. Why does he do that? It’s like he can’t make up his mind. Does he want to be vulnerable or does he want to pretend that he’s emotionless?
It’s a big turn out at the party, as per usual. You recognize a few people from college, mostly Felix’s friends. Everyone else is most likely family friends of the Cattons or at least acquaintances. You can’t even comprehend how one could invite so many people to a party. You’re not even sure you could name twenty friends off the top of your head.
You and Lola step outside, navigating through the large throng of people, gently shoving past and muttering the occasional ‘excuse me!’ ever so often. She arrived earlier today, shortly after lunch, and was greeted warmly by Elspeth and the rest of the family. Elspeth called her beautiful several times and seemed to really enjoy Lola’s company. Felix was hanging around them, joining the conversation every now and then, and you noticed how Lola’s face burned a deep red shade everytime they made eye contact with each other. You told Lola about Felix’s little crush on her, and she started jumping and giggling like a schoolgirl. She couldn’t believe it.
You inhale the fresh air, no longer trapped among the crowd of sweaty, writhing bodies inside. There are still many people outside, but less concentrated. Some people lay on the grass, while others stand and take sips of their drinks, as the footmen pace around, carrying platters of various cocktails, wines, and hors d'oeuvres. You glance around, taking in the dark landscape colored by large torches of fire and glitters of sparkly dresses catching in the neon lights.
“Wow. This looks like a movie,” Lola grins and looks around. “They really know how to throw a party,” She remarks. You nod in agreement. “They do, don’t they?”
She pauses and squints while glancing about. “Have you seen Felix?” She asks. You knew the question was coming. You raise an eyebrow and shake your head. “No. I bet he’ll turn up at some point, though.”
You both sit down on a nearby bench, peacefully observing the scenery. Lola turns to you. “Hey, you know who I think you would be cute with?” She nudges you with her arm and you sigh, preparing yourself for what she’s going to say. “Who?” You ask.
“Farleigh.” She says. You swallow nervously, attempting not to show whatever reaction you’re having to his name. “Oh. Umm, no.” You shake your head aggressively and she laughs. You can feel your face heating up and you curse internally. “Why are you getting so flustered?” She quirks an eyebrow and narrows her eyes suspiciously.
“I’m not,” You quickly look away, turning your face away from her. “Dude, the chemistry you two have is insane.” Lola whistles and you turn back to her. “He’s annoying,” You roll your eyes, half faking your disdain.
“You know, I’ve never told you this, but I feel obligated to now,” She scoots closer to you, and your curiosity peaks. “Hm?”
“So, back in… When was it? First year, first term. Oxford. Farleigh came by our dorm once, and he seemed very… concerned.” She begins, and she seems concentrated on recalling all the details. You don’t know where this is going.
“It was a Sunday morning, so of course we had gone out the night before. When he couldn’t find you anywhere, he walked all the way to our dorm, which is, mind you, on the other side of the campus from where he lived at the time.” She explains. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “Why was he looking for me?” You question.
“I don’t know. That’s the thing. He wouldn’t really tell me much, he was just asking if you had come home after the club. Which you hadn’t yet, so I told him no. He just seemed very worried for someone who claimed to hate you so much,” Lola laughs quietly to herself and plays with a piece of her hair.
“Oh.” You look down at your lap and process the information Lola has just given you. “I think he cares about you more than he lets on,” She tells you with a lowered voice and another playful nudge.
Felix spots the two of you from a distance and waves, jogging over. He smiles and dips his head to Lola, then to you.
“Hello, you two. Looking stunning tonight,” He observes your dresses, but especially Lola’s. His eyes linger on her for a second too long, and you notice.
“Why thank you,” You reply politely, raising your glass of wine to him before taking a sip. “Is that one of Venetia’s dresses?” Felix gestures to your elegant black dress. “Yes. She let me borrow it,” You answer. “Well, it looks great on you,” He nods and smiles.
“Lola, would you like to walk with me?” He asks, turning to Lola. She nods quickly, eagerly. “Yes, please. Let’s go,” She gives you an excited glance as she steps forward, Felix taking her hand in his, and they walk off together. You watch with envy. Although you claim to not want a boyfriend, it would still be nice to not be left alone at parties.
Sometime later, you find yourself in a pleasant conversation with a man by the name of Damien. He seems kind and genuine, and he’s actually interesting. He has a personality, surprisingly, and good humor. You both stand by the staircase, chatting it up and discussing all things school and personal life. Although Farleigh is at the back of your mind, and you haven’t seen him all night, you try not to care. You know that you aren’t actually in a relationship with him, so you can talk to all the men you want.
“Yeah, and that’s what I told them. You have to look at it from a different perspective. That’s what philosophy is all about, really.” Damien explains, and you nod enthusiastically. “Right. Exactly,” You suddenly feel a presence behind you and then a strong grasp on your arm.
“I’m so sorry man, she’s had way too much to drink tonight. I should probably help her up to bed.” You hear Farleigh’s voice and you turn to look up at him. The fuck is he doing? You’ve had a whopping total of one drink tonight, a single glass of red wine. What is he on about?
Damien raises his eyebrows. “She seems fine to me, mate.” He tilts his head and glances back and forth between you and Farleigh. You can’t help but notice he’s significantly shorter than Farleigh.
“She’s not, but thank you! Have a good night,” Farleigh replies with a bit of sass in his voice as he drags you away, causing you to stumble after him as he leads you up the stairs. Damien watches you two leave with a puzzled expression.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You hiss angrily, some people side eyeing you as you pass by. “Saving you from that boring conversation,” He replies, eventually pushing open a door to one of the guest rooms and walking in. He closes the door behind him.
“I was actually enjoying that. And I’ve only had one drink tonight, for the record.” You escape out of his grasp and step away from him. He crosses his arms and leans against the wall, looking down at you.
“Enjoying what? His knowledge about philosophy?” He scoffs and shakes his head. “At least he’s smart enough to talk about philosophy rather than the latest gossip or his most recent hook up,” You scowl back at him.
“And his outfit. He clearly has no knowledge on fashion,” He chuckles and sighs shortly after. You don’t laugh.
“What do you want from me?” You question, narrowing your eyes. “Nothing.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
Realization clicks in your head as a smile tugs at your lips. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” You say. He freezes and you know you’ve just read him like a book. “Farleigh Start is jealous,” You say in a sing song voice and his gaze falters down to the floor. “Shut up,” He groans.
“You avoid me all day, all evening, and then you want me when it’s convenient for you, but you don’t want me to speak to another man?” You feel yourself getting more and more heated with rage with each word. You feel all the emotions you buried coming to the surface. “And not only that, you’re just emotionally unavailable! All you care about is–” You huff angrily, dropping your hands to your side.
“You can’t have it both ways. Make up your fucking mind.” You watch as his eyes widen at your words. “I’m not playing your stupid games anymore, Farleigh. Either decide what you want or leave me the fuck alone.” Your harsh words hang in the air between you and you let out a breath, looking down towards the ground. Lola’s words from earlier linger in your head and it makes you even more confused.
“I mean, am I stupid for thinking we had something?” You ask, throwing your hands up and looking at him expectantly. “Yes.” He replies flatly. You’ve never felt the urge to slap him across his face as strong as right now. “We were never a thing. Not even a concept. We never will be.” He says, resting his head back on the wall.
“So you just used me for my body? Is that all you wanted?” Your heart races with fury. He can’t even look you in the eye as you talk, he continues to look down at the wooden floor. “I hate you,” The words escape your lips before you can think about it. Suddenly, his eyes flick back to yours and he scoffs.
“You don’t hate me when I’m inside you,” He remarks smugly, a grin on his face despite the serious situation. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaim angrily after registering his response.
You decide to go back to the door, and just as you’re about to turn the knob, he speaks.
“You know what I think?” Farleigh says, his voice dark and cold, and you can already tell he is about to say something ruthless. “What? Please, tell me.” You turn around to face him, your vision blurry with tears.
“I think that you’re a slut who finally got the attention she wanted, and then when a whole relationship didn’t come with it, she blames everyone except for herself.” He takes a step closer to you, attempting to assert dominance with his height. He leans down as he lowers his voice, his dark eyes intense and cold. “But it is her fault, because she expects a fucking fairytale romance, but she’ll never get it, because those don’t exist. But she’s happy to play along and get fucked like the dumb slut she is.”
You think that you actually stop breathing for a second. His words slice through you like cold knives and his gaze pierces into yours. You inhale shakily and raise your finger, pointing at him.
“You’re a piece of shit, Farleigh. I wish we never met,” You blink and the tears overflow, streaming down your cheeks. White hot hatred built up over the years pours out of you and into your voice. He seems taken aback by your words as regret and guilt swim in his eyes. He remains silent as you twist the doorknob, swing the door open, walk out, then promptly slam it behind you.
You walk to your bedroom as fast as you can, trying to avoid the glances and whispers as you pass by. You’re sure you look a mess, you can feel the mascara streaking down your face with every tear that drops from your eyes. You open the door to your room, hoping to not find a random couple fucking on your bed. Luckily, it’s completely empty as you step inside and close the door behind you, locking it.
You try to tune out the loud bass echoing throughout the walls as you climb onto your bed, helplessly sobbing with your head in your hands. You want to text Lola, but you know she’s probably having fun with Felix. You wonder if Venetia has her phone on her. Nevermind, you think. It’s probably best to just suffer on your own and let everyone else enjoy themselves tonight.
It’s not like you can tell anyone about what’s happening. No one is even supposed to know about you and Farleigh. How are you going to survive the rest of the summer with him around at all times? You know you can avoid him. It’s just going to be difficult. But you’re willing to do whatever it takes because that was the last straw for you. It’s really over this time, and you promise yourself you won’t fall back into his trap.
contents: smoking, sexual tension, farleigh being yet again an arrogant cunt, fingering, littleeee bit of degrading but for the most part there’s praise, farleigh’s slightly toxic, dom farleigh, situationship type relationship
synopsis: you and farleigh share a cigarette on the staircase.
a/n: farleigh lives in my mind rent free 24/7, for my bby @uch3na
there’s something so chilling and unnerving about the saltburn corridors at night, everything appeared so much more closed in. felix would usher you to come to saltburn with him every summer, and you always declined. however, this year you gave in. you constantly got lost within the house, always walking loops around the castle. unfortunately, you couldn’t sleep and felt antsy—so you decided to explore the manor. as you slowly creak open your door, you poke your head out and look around. when you’ve confirmed no one is awake, you tiptoe across the polished floors, bumping into several obscuring objects in your way due to the darkness. you walk past a room before stepping back and looking through the cracked door.
the lamp was still on inside, and it only occurs to you when you gloss over the posters on the walls that it’s farleigh’s bedroom. you immediately step back, afraid he would catch you in his door. but you realized he wasn’t in his room at all, in fact he was behind you staring you down.
“what are you doing?” his voice is low and sultry which causes you to jump back and yelp, holding a hand up to your chest. “holy fuck, farleigh—you scared me.” you whisper, worried about waking up the cattons. he’s sitting on top of one of the many staircases in the home, a cigarette between his fingers (as always)
“you stalking me or something?” he asks with a raised brow. you cross your arms, not impressed by his joke. “no, i was just—” you trip up on your words for a moment, distracted by his intense glare. “i couldn’t sleep.”
farleigh looks at you up and down, a thin line of smoke flowing out of his mouth. “so you decided to come to my room instead?” of course, he flipped the narrative to make it seem like you were purposely looking for him. his voice was laced with arrogance, a smirk plastered on his lips. “you cheeky minx,” he mutters as he draws out another exhale from his cigarette. you roll your eyes, tugging at your sleep shorts that were a little bit too small to your liking. farleigh’s eyes darts down to your smooth legs, an intrigued look on his face. the blue moonlight lit the side of his face perfectly, just enough for you to make out his expression shifting.
you dig the balls of your heels deeper into the cold floor, slightly nervous from him examining you. you walk over to the railing, sitting down on the step next to him. farleigh leans over to your shoulder, offering his cigarette to you. you stare up him for a moment before taking it from his fingers, sighing when you feel the cold menthol flavor on your tongue. “you sleep in those clothes?” he asks with a soft judgmental tone while sliding his hand across the soft fabric of your shorts, almost groping at your ass. you groan, rolling your eyes in response. “i didn’t know i packed my old clothes. they obviously don’t fit me, farleigh.” you smack his hand away, turning to look out of the large window. the view of the garden is enchanting and gorgeous, almost beautiful enough to distract you from farleigh inching closer to you.
“mhm, yeah. you look sexy in it though.” you snap your head at him, brows slightly raised from his confident remark. he looks at you funny, shrugging his shoulders innocently as a way of saying “what?” your friendship—well, situationship with him was definitely something. you hated that term, situationship. it felt so condescending to you, just like a more loose term for fuck buddies. farleigh didn’t like when you got too friendly with other guys, he made that known to you because every time he caught you with another boy, he would take you back to his dorm and fuck you dumb. but, for some reason when he would talk and flirt with other girls, you weren’t allowed to do anything about it. and as much as you wanted to tear away from the grasp he had on you, you simply couldn’t. you’d find your way back to him eventually, and he knew that.
ever since you arrived at saltburn, farleigh has made sure that he annoyed you in every way he could, keeping you on your toes as much as possible. for example, during breakfast this morning his hand kept riding up your dress, fingers dancing across your panties teasingly—and during events, he would bounce his leg up and down with you in his lap, his knee rutting up against your pussy. the way he would tease you drove you insane because although he touched you, he never fully went through with it. he didn’t fuck you, finger you, or eat you out even though he would initiate the heavy situation.
“what are you thinking about?” he asks, his chin resting on your shoulder. he’s looking at you, chestnut eyes burning into yours. you hum, passing the cigarette back to him. “just about how much of an ass you are.” you reply with a bitter tone. farleigh tilts his head to the side and you feel him breaking into a smile even though your head was turned away. “it’s not funny.” you groan in annoyance. his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you close. “it’s a little bit funny.” your leg bounces up and down, a nervous habit you had developed from all the stress you endured at oxford. it’s silent for a while, the sounds of crickets chirping and the soft patter of rain outside filling the long halls. “you keep teasing me, far.” you mumble, ashamed at how needy you sounded right now. he chuckles lowly, kissing your neck. “how so?”
his voice is quiet but somehow it still makes your insides turn and your thighs close tighter. farleigh seems to notice this slight movement and it gets a rise out of him. he smirks mischievously before shifting over on the stairs, moving so your back was now pressed against his chest. “c’mon then. tell me, princess.” he whispers in your ear. his voice is smooth like velvet, yet low and coarse. you watch as a layer of smoke evaporates over your head, then he puts his cigarette out against the cream colored tiles. “elspeth will freak if she finds your ashes on the floor.” you rasped in an attempt to advert the conversation. farleigh clicks his tongue, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. “i’ll just blame it on felix.” you feel the warmth radiating off of him, a slight tent in his pajama pants against your ass. farleigh presses a wet kiss on your neck before peppering a few more down tenderly.
“farleigh,” you breathe out. you let out a small moan, lulling your head back on his shoulder. he looks down at you with predator eyes, a half-lidded stare boring into yours. you moan out his name again, trying to get his attention but his hands are roaming further down your body. “farleigh, not here.” you whisper. he groans, letting out a quiet growl. “yes here, just be good f’me, baby.” you watch as his large hands settle on your hips, his fingers probing at the band of your shorts. slowly, he pulls them down your legs, sliding his fingers between your folds against your clothed pussy. you gasp softly, shifting in his arms nonstop. “you’re soaked through your panties. you like me that much, huh?” he taunts arrogantly.
you felt so sensitive right now, yearning for his touch. he continues to spread his big hands across your stomach, inching closer and closer to your dripping cunt. you twitch from anticipation, needy and desperate in his hands. “oh god, stop it.” you hiss. he pokes his head up, lips parted slightly. “uh-uh, say please.” his hand stops traveling down and you whine in response. a quiet groan escapes your lungs when you realize farleigh wants to hear you beg for him. of course, you’re just as stubborn as he is so you stay quiet at first—trying to prove to him that he didn’t have as much control over you that he thought he did. “say it.” his voice is a bit louder now, more clear with a harsher tone. you bite down on your bottom lip and scoff at his demands.
“i know you’ve been touching yourself to me.” this makes you freeze, and your bratty attitude drops for a split second. and while yes, it was true—you didn’t know he knew about it, which was even more embarrassing. your face heats up quickly, your body feeling like jelly against his large frame. “imagine how much better i can make you feel.” his voice is driven with lust, eyes dark with ardor. you turn your head away, rubbing against his hard dick with a pout on your face. you sigh out of frustration before whimpering a quiet “please,” but he still doesn’t seem satisfied. “what did you say?” he asks hauntingly—his hand resting on your chin and moving your face so you’re looking up at him. you feel your insides coiling in anticipation and frustration all at once. he was such a bitch but you liked it.
“farleigh—” you go to protest.
“nonono, let me hear it.” he interrupts. “please,” you beg instantly, you can't wait anymore, you need him now. farleigh grins, planting a kiss on your parted lips before pulling off your panties down to your ankles. you wince slightly from the cold air hitting your bare skin, gasping when his thumb circles your swollen clit. his fingertips ghost past your dripping slit, drawing a quiet cry from you. his touch is slow and sensual in a way that makes you dissolve further into him. you think that if his arms weren't holding you up, you'd fall right down the steps. his finger probe at your wet hole, sliding it in with a lewd squelching sound. your back arches slightly, hips stuttering upwards against his slender hands. you whine and cry out softly as his finger curls up, sliding in and out of your cunt mercilessly. you try to keep quiet, terrified of felix walking out of his room and seeing farleigh fingering you into oblivion.
“let me hear your pretty little voice, baby,” he mumbles into your neck. you shake your head, pressing your lips into a thin line to suppress your moans. then, farleigh dips in another finger, stretching you out. you pant and sigh, running your hand up to his face then to his curls. you softly tug on them, grinding against his fingers with a stuttered jerk of your hips. “fuck, you’re such a bitch.” you whine. “you love that, don’t you?” he chuckles back in return. you don’t have to see him to know that he had a wide grin plastered on his face right now, you can hear it. although the summer heat was decently cooler at night, the air seemed hotter around you now. your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, lips wet and red from you biting down on it. you throw your head back as soon as his thumb grazes past your sensitive clit again. farleigh sighs at the sight, seeming to get off from you whining and tearing up under his hold.
farleigh pushes his fingers deeper inside your walls, running his other hand on your waist up to play with your tits. your shirt slightly slips off your shoulders which causes you to shudder from the tickling feeling. farleigh keeps his deliberate pace, taunting you. he breathes in your scent, lining wet kisses along your shoulder with ease. “farleigh, go faster.” you moan out, he clicks his tongue, narrowing his head further into your neck. you groan, “please,” and he obeys surprisingly. his fingers speed up as his hands massage your breasts softly—drawing a choked sob from your throat. eventually, his hand from your chest moves away back down to your clit, rubbing at it roughly. your breath hitches, back arching into him. you slowly feel a overwhelming sensation over your body, dazing you out like an intense high. you can barely keep your eyes open when he starts spitting out dirty words into your ear. “such a slut,” he sputters out, “you’re lucky you’re fucking gorgeous.”
you roll your hips into his hand, increasing the pleasurable ache between your legs. farleigh sees your desperate attempt and decides to rapidly slide his fingers in and out of you at a more ragged pace. you mutter a string of curses, his name following after in a lewd moan. your hand reaches down to his, trying to stop his intense motions. in an instant, farleigh grabs your wrist and presses it back down against the floor. now, his hand is on top of yours, holding it tightly. you try to close your legs but you realize his legs are over yours, trapping you down. you couldn’t wiggle your way out of his grasp either, he was far too big and strong.
farleigh watched as you squirmed and cried, his fingers performing a vigorous rate against your dripping pussy. and for a moment, everything goes completely blank. it feels like you’re drifting for a second, stars glazed over your eyes. it feels like a rope being split inside your body, you squirt all over his fingers witha piercing moan—a moan loud enough to wake up the entire house. “oh fuck!” you cry out. you try to catch your breath, basking in the silence. farleigh hums, satisfied with your reaction. you feel your gummy walls spasming around his long fingers, “you’re such a whore, y’know that?” he asks. you roll your eyes, the hand in his hair falters back down to your abdomen slowly and you lean your head away from his arm, staring down at his hand still pumping in and out of your pussy slowly. farleigh pulls his hand away from your hole with a pop. you hear him licking at his fingers behind you loudly. he wants you to know that he's a fucking perv. and as much as you want to hate it, it only makes your knees weaker.
his other hand that is on top of your much smaller one loosens, but he's still making sure your fingers are intertwined with his. farleigh untangles his legs from yours, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. he smiles, eyes glinting from the moonlight. he kisses you, a delicate and tender kiss at that—you taste yourself on his tongue.
when he pulls away from your soft lips, he looks at you up and down. he bites down on his bottom lip, a slightly depraved look on his face. you turn away shyly, grabbing your shorts and underwear from the stairs, stumbling slightly forward. as you get up, you feel an abrupt slap on your ass. you look down in shock, frowning at farleigh underneath you. he grins widely, leaning back on his hands to get a better view up your loose shirt. your face quickly heats up at his lust-driven stare. you pull down your shirt to cover your butt then carefully step past him to find your way back to your room. in the far distance, you hear him laughing.
“goodnight!” he shouts out. you wince at how loud he was, patting the back of your hand against your forehead to wipe off the faint sweat on your skin. you no longer felt the need to go wander, you were just tired.
contents: reader has vision, softdom kofun, praising, massaging, eye contact, size kink, kofun being gentle with you
synopsis: kofun comes to see you after his training.
a/n: all i’ve been thinking about for the past week is season 2 episode 6 where kofun’s getting deoowwwnnnn with sibeth (gag i know) so i had to write this, also this is kinda ass and short but wtv
it’s dark out, the quiet wind breezing through your cracked windows. you were getting ready to go to bed, changing into your velvet worn out night gown. your whole body ached in discomfort from all the labor you had done earlier. you were out hunting and had ridden far to the outskirts of town for food. before you could climb into bed, you hear a loud knock outside the cabin. you lived quite distant from any near by towns, so you never expected anybody to show up to your cabin in the middle of the night. interested, you walk out your room and pad over to the window—peaking your head out. your face instantly lights up as soon as you see your boyfriend outside, arms crossed in front of his chest.
you quickly unlock the door, melting into his embrace when he reaches out to you. “hey princess.” he whispers in your ear. his hand strokes down your back, smiling into your neck. “you missed me?” he asks. you nod, opening the door and letting him in.
he kicks off his boots then removes his thick coat. you hold onto his pinkie, leading him past the kitchen and into your bedroom. your room is dimly lit with a lantern in the corner, a few candles off to the side. as the two of you sit on the edge of the mattress, you realize his calloused hand had a huge cut running across his palm. “oh my god,” you gasp, picking up his large hand and examining it closely. he lets out a chuckle, shaking his head in response. “i got cut during training.” he adds. you frown at him and brush his disheveled curls away from his face. “you’ve been training nonstop recently. aren’t you tired?”
kofun hums, staring down at your much smaller hand in his. “i’m okay baby,” he mumbles, but you can tell he isn’t because of the dark circles under his eyes, the way his voice was more monotone and dry, he hasn’t been keeping up with his appearance as well either. you ponder for a while before scooting back on the cot behind him. kofun turns, raising a brow. your hands find their way to his shoulders, slowly massaging his tense arms. “relax, you deserve this.” you say as you press a kiss on his cheek. you hear him sighing, leaning into your soft touch. you took your time, working out the tension and knots. you enjoyed these tender moments with him, he always gave you princess treatment and you wanted to give something back in return.
as you continued to work your way down his tall frame, you pull him closer down the bed, his back resting against the pillows. you crawl over to him, straddling his lap. kofun looked down at you, intrigued with what you were doing. your hands left his shoulders and settled onto your side. “you should relieve your stress,” you mutter as you unbutton his vest and shirt. he doesn’t protest—only watching silently when you continue to undress him. he then pulls off his trousers, planting kisses down your neck. you feel kofun’s hand slide under your dress and up to your waist—his erection rutting up against your clothed pussy.
“oh, fuck…” he breathes out as his hands travel up to your plump breasts. you pull on the waist band of his boxers, dragging them off his legs. you quickly follow after to take off your panties, moaning into his kisses. he pulls away from the kiss when your hand presses up against his chest to push him down into the plush of the mattress. he lays there, eyes wandering all over your body. “let me take care of you, kofun.” you speak softly. he whimpers in protest, but is kept down with you in his lap. you slip your dress over your head to expose your bare body. his eyes drop to your pussy, your breasts, then back up to make eye contact with you.
there’s a flame in his eyes, fueled with passion and love. you drop down to kiss him again, your hands pressed against his face. he grabs the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. it’s slow and gentle, his tongue sliding in your mouth with ease. his lips are plush and soft against yours. kofun lets out a trail of “mhm’s”, his dick still hard with anticipation.
a lewd string of saliva breaks when you pull away from his pink lips. your hand reaches down to his thick cock, a glob of precum spewing out on his thick tip. your hand runs up and down his dick, slightly edging him on. “ah—fuck, c’mon.” he whines. “i need to feel you, baby.”
you bite on your bottom lip, rubbing his tip against the entrance of your wet cunt. he moans at sudden feeling, lulling his head back into the pillows. slowly, you sink down onto his tip, letting his thick cock stretch you out. kofun instantly picks his head back up to watch his dick seeping into you. you whine when you feel the sharp pain in your stomach slowly turning into pleasure. when you finally adjust to his full length, you start rolling your hips—arching your back. you press your chest against his. you feel his arms snake around your waist, large hands gripping at your ass. kofun snaps his hips up, helping you ride him out roughly. after a while, he realizes your steady pace is slowing down from exhaustion. he had a much higher sex drive compared to you, and you hated that. kofun plunges deeper into your pussy, moving your hips up and down with his hands. your mind is cloudy with lust, vision blurry from tears forming in your eyes.
“mm, kofun—i can’t.. i can’t do it.” you cry out. he shakes his head, kissing your cheek and wiping a stray tear on your cheek. “yes you can, princess. you can do it,” he continues to fuck you dumb, groaning and praising sweet words into your ear. you straighten up from his chest, grabbing onto the overhead bar of the bed. as you bounce up and down on his thick girth, kofun takes your nipple in his mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud. the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your tits and the relentless rhythm in his hips fuzzes your mind. his dick was splitting through your tight cunt, filling you to the brim. you try to suppress your moans, but fail miserably everytime. the curve of his dick continues to hit against your gummy walls mercilessly. “you’re doing so good f’me. that’s it baby, that’s it.” he chants below you.
his constant praises only ignites the fire in your core more and more. missing the absent feeling of his lips—you shift in his hold and take his tongue into your mouth, sucking on it. kofun’s pace is fast, but gentle. he was so much larger compared to you, and you loved it. your fingers work their way up to his curls, slightly tugging on them. his dick suddenly hits the sensitive back wall of your pussy causing you to let out a loud cry. you chant his name over and over, his fingers digging into your waist. “you like that?” he mutters as his fingers find their way to your swollen clit. he massages circles on the bud, chuckling when you start shaking in his arms.
kofun licks at your neck, a choked groan leaving his lungs. your hips starts to stutter against his cock when he quickens the pace against your clit. you sob and plead when he pounds into your pussy. he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he loved seeing you hypnotized and blabbering about how much you needed him on his dick. your cunt squeezes, spamming and tightening around him, a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. the wet sounds of your pussy and skin slapping on skin fills the room—his praises and moans increasing in volume with each thrust. kofun stiffens when you tense up, indicating that he’s near his release. out of desperation, you pick up your hips and bounce frantically on him to chase your climax. “oh fuck! kofun, baby—i’m close.” you peer your head up to look at him for reassurance. he meets your eyes, his gaze softening in yours. “yea? you’re so fucking beautiful.” he growls into your skin, his grip on the back of your neck tightening.
suddenly, you feel an electric shock run through your body—releasing a euphoric feeling of pure bliss over yourself. and soon after, kofun comes with a strained moan, milking himself inside of you with a fuzzy warmth that makes you dig your nails into his shoulders. you softly bounce up and down in his lap, riding out the ecstasy. the small room is filled with panting and breathing. you lift up your hips, his thick cock slipping out of you with a pop. you groan at the absent ache between your legs, your pussy raw and dripping with fluids. you fall limp into his chest, nuzzling your face into his neck. kofun softly chuckles above you before planting a gentle kiss at the crown of your head. he runs his hand up and down the divot of your back to comfort you. “you did so well,” he says with adoration. you look up, humming in response before kissing his jaw.
he smiles at you, pulling the blanket up to cover your bare spine. “i love you so much.” his voice laced with devotion.
okay but like here me out 😛🤞🏻 so you and Farleigh have been like broken up for a while and during a saltburn dinner he was accidentally sat in front of you and keeps saying like snarky comments and then like you finaly snap and ask to be excused to go to the bathroom buy in reality you actually go to the garden to smoke a cigarette (you started to smoke after the break up for like a comping mechanicim) and then he like follows you to the garden and you guys have a small argument/confrontation about something and it ends up with like him confusing he wants you back and a bunch of smut like BIGG SMUT (hope that made sence also I'm like really embarrassing writing this so also sorry for it being so long 😛😛)
𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ꣑୧
| pairing: farleigh x afab reader (readers race isn’t specified, you can imagine anything)
| a/n: this request made my toes curl so i literally had to write it… (i changed the dinner scene to a pub scene, i hope you still like it 😅🙏)
‘i could never hate you baby…’
you and farleigh had been together for a few years before you decided to end things with him. yeah you loved the man with everything in your being, but, why wouldn’t you? he was perfect for you. he was tall, handsome, stylish, and charming. what could you want more from a man?
and if you’re being fully honest, he wasn’t the reason you broke up with him. it was you. you just didn’t feel like you deserved him. and you hated yourself for doing that to him. it broke your heart to watch the way his smile slowly dropped as you broke the news to him. rewind to about 10 minutes before farleigh was expected to pick you up from your dorm to head down to the pub and hang out for one of your friends’ birthday. you couldn’t think of any other time to tell him so it was a now or never situation for you. when you heard a knock on your door followed by his voice calling out your name your heartbeat got faster. you walked up to the door and opened it to be greeted with farleigh’s smiling face. he has two party hats in his afro to be festive for your friends’ birthday party. he tried to lean down to give you a kiss but you stopped him by bracing your hands on his shoulders.
he pulled back, looking at you with a confused face. you pulled your hands back down to your side and avoided eye contact with him; guilt creeping up on you. “is- is something wrong?” he whispers softly as he reaches down to tilt your chin up with his pointer finger. he moved his hand to caress your cheek before you gently grabbed his hand and moved it off of your face. “can i tell you something?” you mutter while looking down at your feet. despite you already pushing him away twice, farleigh still put his hands on your arms — rubbing his thumbs over them to try and calm you down. he’s known you for a long time and can tell when you aren’t fully there.
“of course you can, why wouldn’t you be able to?” he replied. his voice just slightly shaking like he was scared what you were gonna tell him. “promise not to hate me…?” you mumble out. your vision starts to go blurry as tears form in your eyes from all the emotions happening at once. he looks at you confused, swallowing hard before finally answering your question. “i could never hate you baby…”
he lied.
after the breakup, you and farleigh never really interacted much. sure there would be a few glances here and there — but that was about it. the only reason you would ever see each other was because you’re best friends with his cousin; felix catton. he’s actually the whole reason you dated in the first place. he set the two of you up. he would always make sure that you and farleigh were seated next to each other whenever you and your friends would go to the pub.
he also invited you to come to saltburn for the summer.
great.
that means you still have to see farleigh. everyday. for 3 months straight.
fuck.
when you arrived at saltburn you were immediately greeted with felixs’ warm personality. he brought you in for a hug before ushering you to follow him into the house. when you walked in you were also met with someone who you expected to see; just not this early in the trip.
farleigh.
he was seated in a chair reading a magazine. he heard you and felix walking in the room but simply chose to ignore it and not look up. “farleigh, guess who’s here!” felix says with some umph in his voice. farleigh’s tone was quite the opposite. “and who could that be?-“ he says before looking up to see you looking at him with a shy, half smile. he paused — poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he stood up out of the chair. he raised his eyebrows as some way to say ‘hey’ before he turned and walked away. “you guys still not on good terms, huh mate?” felix says breaking the silence. “i… guess not.” you reply after a few seconds.
“cmon, lemme show you around.”
the first week of your summer vacation was fine. most of the time you, felix, and venitia farleigh would sometimes make an appearance would go and lounge at the pool. it was always scorching in your room and almost everytime you would walk out of your room to go to the pool, you would bump into farleigh about to do the same. and every time that happens, he’s never out there. does he actually hate you? it made your heart hurt each time he would catch you glancing at him and he would hurriedly look away. it made your eyes water each time you overhear felix asking for him to hang out and the first thing he says is ‘will she be there…?’ it made your knees weak each time you at least tried to make a conversation with him, and he would shut it down immediately.
farleigh would try his hardest to keep his distance from you. even at dinner. your first night there, felix was trying to make a plan to get you guys to at least say one thing to one another. “soo… ya heard that farleighs really into photography an’ all that?” felix suddenly spoke to you. the loudness of his voice compared to the stillness of the dining room almost made you choke on your drink. “oh..? really…” you say confused. why was he talking to me about farleigh?
farleigh froze when he heard his name being mentioned. looking up from his plate, he followed felix’s gaze on who he was talking to until his eyes met yours. you could’ve sworn for the first time in who knows how long you saw a faint twitch of his lips about to form into a smile. “yeah. i’ve recently gotten into photography.” soon enough you hear a chair scooting and feel the table slightly shake. “now if you’ll excuse me.” farleigh says in his usual sarcastic tone before he walks away to get ready for bed. you finish your meal quickly after he does, making your way to your room. when you walk in you almost immediately grab your things for a quick shower. you walk out of your bedroom and is met with farleigh about to knock on your door.
he takes a deep breath and says “i know you see what felix is trying to do. and i also know that you’re trying to go along with it. well i’m not. i don’t wanna speak to you, i don’t wanna tell you about my life… i don’t even want you here. got it?” at each emphasis of his words, his voice got slightly louder, making you flinch a bit. you felt a familiar burning in your throat as he looked down at you. you don’t even get a chance to speak before hurriedly pushed past him to make your way to the bathroom as soon as you felt tears forming in your eyes. you couldn’t let him see you like that — especially after the way you broke his heart not too long ago. you couldn’t be the weak one in this situation.
after that little incident — every time you even got a hint of farleigh being near, you would go the other direction. you didn’t wanna feel yourself damn near cry every time you saw the way he smiled when he wasn’t holding you, when he wasn’t around you, when he wasn’t thinking about you…
even during dinner. for the next few weeks, you wouldn’t utter a word at the table. you would never look up from your plate while eating. and once you were done you would clear your throat to announce that you were leaving. farleigh watched you get up to see if you would even glance at him.
nothing.
“she’s such a baby…” he scoffed out and rolled his eyes as you walked out of the dining room.
“what’s up wit’ her mate?” felix abruptly asks. “yeah she’s been awful quiet lately” elspeth (felix and venetias mother) adds on. everyone at the table including felix’s father, sir james eventually turns to look at farleigh. they all know you guys dated. but we’re all clueless on how and why you guys broke up. farleigh notices the sudden silence in the room and looks up to realize all eyes are on him. he raises his eyebrows and slightly shakes his head as a form of saying ‘what?’
a few days later, it’s 8pm and you’re laying in bed. you feel your phone buzz and see a text from felix. ‘hey. venitia, farleigh, and i are gonna go to a local pub tn. you’re coming.’
well shit. you try to ignore the fact that he said farleigh and got up to put on some new clothes. you think you should wear something cute today since you haven’t really been in the mood for doing that lately. so you grab one of your fav designed shirts, a miniskirt, some leg warmers, some red shoes and a red purse to match. you also do a half ponytail and a cute little red ribbon in your hair. you smile and twirl looking at your outfit in the mirror. but then you stop smiling. your friend asked where you got this purse the last time you wore it and for the sake of your life you can’t remember… ‘eh, it’ll come to me later.’
you meet the trio at the entrance of saltburn and by the look on farleigh’s face, felix probably didn’t tell him you were coming. you watch as his eyes scan over your outfit — and when they reach your purse he pushes his eyebrows together to make a slightly mocking face, and huffs out a laugh. you subtly look down to try and see what he’s laughing at. was something messed up about your outfit? did you put something on wrong without noticing? when your eyes finally meet your purse you freeze and realize.
farleigh got you this purse.
fuck.
you sigh heavily, wanting him to notice that you know what he’s laughing at. you walk closer to him, but then swiftly move so you can walk out of the door. when you guys make it to the pub, everyone almost instantly splits up. venetia goes to dance, felix is somewhere probably hooking up with a girl, and farleigh’s getting drinks. you’re sitting at the bar when you feel a hand tap your shoulder. you turn around and you’re met with a guy staring at you with a smile. “hey…” you say with a soft smile on your face. “hi, uh. i just wanted to say, i saw you walk in and i think you’re very beautiful.” the man has his hands at his side but is fidgeting with his button up tee. he’s very cute and soft spoken. probably a good fuck too. but you’re not worrying about that right now. you’re worried about how farleigh’s been watching your almost every move since you got here. he thinks you can’t see him, but really? he’s 6’5 and has that giant ass afro, what makes him think he’s so unnoticeable. when you and the guy get deep into a conversation, farleigh walks up to the bar beside him.
the man makes a joke and it actually makes you laugh. like a genuine laugh. farleigh was only used to hearing you laugh like that at his jokes so of course he thought you were trying to get his attention. you hear him huff out a laugh before he whispers ‘fucking slut…’ the guy you’re talking to suddenly stops making jokes and turns around to farleigh. “what did you just say?” farleigh shrugs and says “hm? nothin’.” then looks away from the man and looks at you, raising his eyebrows as a way of saying ‘hey, you.’ you squint your eyes at him as he raises his cup to his lips. he knows you heard him. he’s trying to fuck with you because he’s one of the only people who can get under your skin that easily. you would catch him glancing back and forth at you and each time he would look away, he would do that fucking smirk.
the thing that actually got to you was when farleigh tapped the guy on his shoulder and says, “hey, the people you came with told me to tell you that they’re leaving dude.” and in less than a heartbeat, the guy was gone. and you didn’t even get a chance to get his fucking number. obviously farleigh lied to him. what was wrong with him??? you stood up abruptly, snatching up your purse. “fuck you.” you spit out to farleigh before you walk out of the pub to go stand outside in the back. when you get outside you go to lean on a ledge, rubbing the temples of your head. you feel that familiar burn in your nose again as tears start to roll down your face. you grab your lighter followed with a cigarette. you didn’t really smoke as much as you do now before you and farleigh broke up. as soon as you light the cigarette and start wiping your tears, you hear the wood from the balcony of the pub creak. you turn around and you’re met with farleigh’s semi sympathetic face. it immediately turns up into a confused look when he saw you take a drag of the cigarette.
“the fuck are you doing… smoking?” he walks closer to you, grabbing your wrist. you snatch your arm back — trying to back away from him only to be stopped by the ledge. he gets closer, grabbing your wrist with one hand and taking the cigarette out with the other and throwing it on the ground. you look up at him with a certain look in your eye. one that makes him finally loosen his grip on your wrist. it was a look of hatred. something he had never seen from you. he let out a deep sigh — breaking the silence, before finally speaking out. “can we talk…?”your face slightly softens. but then you look confused. now? of all times he wants to talk to me…
“what is there to talk about?” you say before leaning back onto the ledge since he basically has you trapped underneath him. the way he’s looking down at you makes you feel some type of way. you guys haven’t been this close in forever. you see his hand slowly move up to your face, as if he was scared of you pushing him away. just like you did the last time he was this close to you. he uses his thumb to wipe a tear from your cheek that you hadn’t even known fell. “us. can we talk about us?” you crossed your arms as you avoided his strong gaze. he removes his hand from your face before shoving his hands in his pants pockets, waiting for an answer from you. “farleigh i dunno if i’m mistaken but… not too long ago you made it pretty clear that you didn’t wanna talk to me. about anything.”
“i know, i know, it’s just…” he pauses as he takes a hand from his pocket to pinch his nose bridge. “i just didn’t wanna hurt myself more.”
what? what does he mean? ‘hurt myself more’? you finally look back up at him. his eyes soften when he looks into your little doe eyes. you can’t even comprehend how much he missed looking into your eyes like this. “w-what do you mean by-“ you cut yourself off with a sniffle. “by hurt yourself more…” he removed his hand from his nose bridge when he heard you speak out. he tossed his head back before he let out a quiet groan. he’s not used to talking about his emotions like this. but you were different. different to the point that he would try new things for you. so he had to answer your question. “what i mean by that is — i didn’t wanna fall for you again… so i-” “so you kept your distance.” you finish his sentence with a hint of sadness in your voice. but you were still confused. why did he act as if he hated you… if all he was trying to do was protect himself. “so why did you do all that stuff to me… why did you call me that in there?” you say quietly as you wrap yourself into your own arms. you do it mostly because it’s cold but also because you’re upset. farleigh notices what you’re doing so he swiftly removes his jacket and gives it to you. oh shit he looks good. but that’s not the point. he still has to explain himself. “fuck… i- i don’t know. i think it was out of jealousy…” jealousy? you feel yourself about to cry again as farleigh reaches out to cradle your face with one of his hands. “farleigh, what the hell are you talking about… jealousy?”
“i just didn’t want you with him… it was either me or no one…” he whispers out.
the tears started to come down harder when you feel his touch on your face. you missed it. you missed it so much. “for the longest time… i- i thought you hated me.” you sob out quietly. “i thought i was dead to you-“ you get cut off with farleigh’s lips on yours. he used his free hand to grab onto your waist to pull you closer to him. your arms went to rest on his chest as you both let out a sigh into the kiss. you both missed each other and you know it. his thumb was rubbing your cheek soothingly before he whispered into the kiss, “i told you, i could never hate you baby…”
the kiss got sloppy pretty quickly. the outside air was filled with your soft whimpers followed with farleigh’s moans. “i missed you… so fucking much.” you whine out. “i know baby, i know…” he moaned out as he moved his lips from yours and onto your neck. he would leave little bites and marks, but would kiss and lick them to soothe them. you moved your hands off his chest to feel as much of him as you could, to make sure this wasn’t a dream. you rubbed down from his stomach to his waist. you kept one hand there while the other moved over to cup his growing erection in your hand. his hand moved from your cheek to your other hip when you did that. he kept leaving tiny kisses on your neck before he breathed out, “can i take you home… please?” farleigh whispers as he looks up at you from the crook of your neck.
the pub was within walking distance of saltburn, so you and farleigh left felix and venitia to walk home together. you were holding onto his hand as he left felix a text message saying you both were going home. farleigh put his phone away and let you guide him back to the house. soon enough he got a string of text messages from felix saying stuff like ‘you both?’ and ‘together?’ but he wasn’t bothered to check his phone and reply back to his cousin. as soon as the two of you enter the doors, farleigh follows you up the stairs to your bedroom. you can barely open the door before he turns you around and puts his lips on yours. he walks you into the room, and flips you back around putting your back on the door. he’s kissing you like he’s starved — slipping his tongue into your mouth as he lets out a long whine. he kisses down from your cheek, to your collar bone until he is all the way down on his knees. he maintains eye contact with you as he pulls down your skirt, followed with your underwear. “here, lift this up f’me…”
he grabs the back of your thigh, tossing it over his shoulder. he starts kissing between your legs, causing you to clench over nothing. he brings his middle finger up to your soaked slit, sliding it through it. he curves his finger down and pushes it in your cunt. he groans at the way his finger easily slips into your hole. “fuckkk baby, you’re fucking soaked.” he brings his mouth closer to your cunt, leaving tiny kisses near it. he then slips in his ring finger, curling them up. you bring your hand up into his hair, tangling your fingers into his curls. he uses his tongue to tease at your clit while his fingers continue to work in and out of your sopping wet cunt. “f-farleigh… m’close,” you whimper out when he starts to move his fingers faster.
“i know, i know… jus’ let go f’me love.” he moans out into you when your grip on his hair gets tighter each time he gives more attention to your clit. farleigh knew your body — he knew all of your sensitive spots and exactly how to make you feel good. which is why it didn’t take him long to make you cum. since there was a large size difference between the two of you guys, it also caused his fingers to be big compared to you. farleigh continued to coax you through your orgasm, letting you ride it out on his fingers. “there you go, you did so well baby.” he stood up — and if he wasn’t holding onto your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fell over from your legs being this weak. he brought his fingers up to his mouth, lapping up all your juices off of them. once he finishes licking his fingers clean, he lifts you off the floor; carrying you to your bed. farleigh lays you on your back as he nestles between your legs. he lets out a sigh when he feels your legs wrap around his waist.
your stomach turns from excitement when you hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. you sit up a bit and reach down to palm him through his underwear. he lets out a stifled moan, watching how your eyes stay on his as your fingers nimbly pull his cock out of his boxers. the tip was already leaking precum from the friction of him rubbing against his pants. he was painfully hard, just wanting to slip inside you already. he let out a soft whine when he felt your warm hand wrap around him, slowly stroking him from tip to base. when he finally felt that he couldn’t wait any longer, he leaned down and easily put his tip in just from how wet you were. you whine, almost pleading for him to start moving his hips. it’s almost like he can read your mind because almost instantly he started to rock his hips back and forth. the way your pussy sucks him in is almost like a spell on him. he sees the way your eyebrows turn up from his cock stretching you out. his eyes are stuck on the grip your pussy has on him and how your practically painting his cock. he couldn’t take his eyes off the sight until he sees you looking away from him.
he keeps one hand next to your face on the bed and uses the other to gently grab your chin to face him again. “ah ah… eyes on me, remember?” he says softly before he leans down to kiss your jawline and collarbone. when he pulls away he can’t help but smile down at you. he think it’s so cute the way you go dumb on his dick and he’s barely done anything yet. the little whimpers and whines you let out are one of the only things keeping him going. your hands slide underneath his shirt, wanting to feel closer to him. then suddenly he pulls out most of the way and slams back into you. your nails dig into his back, his muscles tensing up from all of these sensations at once. you swore you were going crazy from the way he felt in you. whenever he felt you clench down on him, he would choke out a whimper. “b—aby, you can’t keep doing that, m’tryna last…”
farleigh let go of your face only to move it to grab onto your waist. he wanted to feel closer to his girl. he buried his face into your neck, biting at it to try his hardest to cover his noises. that method didn’t work, it only made them slightly muffled. and you were glad. you liked knowing you made him feel good just from the tiny sounds he made when your cunt was tightly wrapped around him. you can feel his hips stuttering as he tried his best to reach his orgasm. “farleigh- baby i’m close pl—ease…” you whimper into his ear. he pulls away from your neck, latching his lips onto yours. he melts into the kiss, his hips continuing to move back and forth. your moans line up with one another’s, yours getting higher in pitch with each thrust farleigh does. “mhm… there you go, let go for me…”
and that does it. you feel that feeling in your stomach snap as a familiar hot bliss takes over you. this was the best you had felt in such a long time. “missed you so much…” is all farleigh mutters out before the both of you pass out in one another’s arms.
the next morning you’re the little spoon in farleigh’s arms. you reach over to the nightstand to see a text from felix that says, ‘i guess you guys are back cool huh? ;)’
Just wanted to say I loved ur recent soft Farleigh post- so cute. there is a lack of fluffy works for him imo so ty for your service <3 looking forward to what ever else you cook up for him in the future :p
contents: smoking, farleigh actually being nice, oliver hate train
synopsis: farleigh finds you drunk and alone outside of a party.
a/n: some soft farleigh content cuz i feel like i never write about him like this enoughhh
you don’t know what happened, but you were sitting outside on the steps of the stairs leading up to the loud party, your coat half way off your shoulders, and one of your heels seemed to have broken off. you had one too many drinks and now you were all alone, shivering and fidgeting with your dress. you came to the party with your friends, but they disappeared on you while you were throwing up in the bathroom. you frown as you frantically ask people leaving the club if you could catch a ride with them to get back to your dorm, but they all declined and quickly sped past you. you groan loudly, the door behind you swinging open and closes with a loud thud, the sound of a lighter igniting making you turn around. you look over your shoulder, sighing in relief when you see a familiar face. “farleigh,” you breathe out. he lights the cigarette in his mouth before looking down at the steps.
his face shifts, eyes widening slightly. “oh, it’s you.” he says. you pout, confused with his sarcastic tone. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you ask as you make an attempt to get up before quickly tumbling forwards due to your broken heel. you catch yourself on the railing, turning back around and slumping over to farleigh. “god, you’re a fucking mess.” he teases, the smoke from his cigarette filling the deck. he has an amused expression on his face, almost like he was holding back a laugh. he scoots over to make more space for you, pulling out another cigar from his pocket. you smell the faint scent of his signature bold cologne, whiskey on his breathe. you lean against the cold bricks, taking the cigar from his fingers. he lights up your cigarette from your mouth, his eyes glistening from the flame. farleigh looks down at your feet, arching a brow at the heel hanging off from the bottom of the shoe. “i partied too hard.” you slur out. he rolls his eyes, laughing at your joke.
he seemed more assertive and calm right now, not his like usual upbeat, dickhead self. he looked tired, his eyes were low and dark, his curls slightly disheveled—but he still looked posh and perfect. you and farleigh weren’t exactly friends per se, you knew each other through felix but rarely talked outside of that. although, when you did get the chance to talk to farleigh alone, you realized his bold demeanor changed when it came to you. he still had that sassy, asshole-ish pep and tone to him, but he was nice when he wanted to be. “where’s your squad?” you ask, he looks confused. “my squad?” he repeats.
“yea, annabel, alicia, felix, oli—”
“ah, tut, tut.” farleigh quickly cuts you off with a finger, “we don’t talk about him.” he groans as he blows the thin line of smoke out of his mouth.
you scoff, “why…why do you hate him so much?” he looks down at you, a bleak expression on his face. “because.” you cock your head to the side, squinting. “because, what?” you press. he clicks his tongue, ignoring your question. farleigh clenches his jaw. you both go silent, just soaking in the dark sky and the muffled music from inside the building. “farleigh,” you mumble as you draw away from your cigarette. “mhm?” he hums back, his eyelids low and fixated on you. “can you walk me to my dorm?” he raises his brows, a small smirk forming on his lips. “please,” you whine. “you can’t leave a drunk girl unattended on the streets—plus, my heel is broken!” you point back to your feet. farleigh looks at you up and down for a while before clearing his throat. you lean closer to him, your shoulder touching his arm. you look up at him with pleading eyes as he lets out an annoyed moan and turns away.
“fuck, fine.” he says in defeat. farleigh drops his cigarette on the deck, putting it out with his foot. you quirk up from the wall, stumbling back. farleigh launches forward, instantly grabbing your arm to prevent you from falling. he pulls you closer to his body, rolling his eyes. “you’re gonna bust your ass if you keep walking around like that.” he mutters into your ear as he swings his arm over your shoulder. you giggle, raising your cigarette again to your lips. “you’re so nice, far.” you hiccup as he looks down at you, a surprised expression on his face from the nickname. “sure. you’re lucky i’m here to help you instead of that weirdo.” he strides forward as you trip over your own feet trying to catch up with him. “who?” you inquire. “you know who.” he replies. you furrow your brows and look around for a second before realizing he was talking about oliver.
“i thought you came with your friends.” he says. “i did.” you reply, “where are they? why don’t they take you back to the dorms?” you watch your feet as you step on the cracks of the sidewalk. “mm, i don’t know.” you admit shyly. “they ditched me, i think.” you mumble under your breath. farleigh laughs quietly, patting your shoulder in a sympathetic manner. you both walked in silence for a while, his arm wrapped tightly around you. you felt your face heating up and your knees wobbling underneath you everytime his cold fingers grazed your bare skin. his curls fell perfectly in front of his eyes, his confident grin only making you melting into his touch. you pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, trying to focus on walking without tripping over something.
the club wasn’t that far from oxford, it was just a few minutes away in walking distance—and you were thankful for that since your feet were slowly killing you. you close your eyes and lay your head against his arm as he continues to lead you through the grounds of the school.
when you open your eyes again, you realize you’re already in the dorm hallways. farleigh walks around for a minute until he abruptly stops in front of your door. “you remembered?” you peer up at him, shocked he knew where your dorm was. “of course, how could i forget the day you had a mental break down and called everybody to your room?” he replies sarcastically. his hand travels down your waist to your bag, searching for your keys. you yawn as he finally inserts the key inside the lock, pushing the door open with his foot as you stumble in his arms. you walk over to your bed, instantly falling face first into your mattress. you hear your keys being set on your desk, then the lamp being switched on—the room illuminated in a dim warm light. farleigh mutters a quiet “oh god” under his breath as he unstraps your heels off your feet, tossing them by the pile of clothes in the corner of your room. “this place is a mess, y’know?”
“uh huh,” you reply mindlessly as you dig yourself deeper in the warm sheets of your bed. you watch as farleigh walks over to you, looking down at your slumped figure with his hands on his hips.
“you gonna be okay?” he asks. you look up at him, letting out an inaudible noise, blabbering something. he pinches his nose bridge, softly laughing in response. farleigh slowly backs away from the edge of the bed—turning around to leave the room, but your hand quickly clutches onto his wrist before he can walk away. “farleighhhh…” you moan out. he turns around, his eyes softening as he looks at your hand around his.
“can you stay with me?” you whisper.
the room is silent, only the sound of his breathing and the crickets outside the window filling the room. you blink, the feeling of sleep slowly taking over your body. “please,” you mutter as you shift your head so you’re looking directly up at him. for a second, he doesn’t respond, the moonlight casting a shadow over his features. “okay,” farleigh sighs as he kneels down next to your bed. you still haven’t let go of his hand, your fingers tightly wrapped around his wrist. you smile sheepishly, giggling when he grimaces and rolls his eyes at your bubbly demeanor. you nuzzle your face against your soft pillows, closing your eyes. farleigh slides his hand away from your grip but goes back to move your hair away from your eyes. “thank you for walking with me.” you say.
farleigh nods, his eyes focused on your tired face. “yea, of course.” he replies.
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