reqs for felixđ can't help but think that Felix is a MUNCHHH like in the show he always has something in his mouth, a lollipop, a cig, a finger THAT MAN HAS AN ORAL FIXATION and i bet that he gets all whiney kneeling before you saying that he needs to eat you out, and while this may come across as subby, he isn't asking for permission he is just diving in, just letting you know beforehand, i know he is in control even when he's kneeling- okay that's it that's the request
sweeter than a lollipop
authors note: k first time writing felix be nice (or mean idc) 18+ ONLY below the cut đđ đź
Okay so Felix Catton is a man who needs things between his teeth.
A lollipop. A cigarette. His thumb. Someone elseâs jewellery. His own knuckle when heâs nervous.
Heâs the definition of âI have to be biting something or Iâll explode.â
And around you? That intensifies by like 500%.
So youâre sitting with him on his bed at Saltburn, reading, and Felix is trying so hard to concentrate, but he keeps chewing the end of your pen. Or the inside of his cheek. Or the string on his jumper. Or the ring on his finger.
And of course youâre going to tease him.
âDo you ever sit still?â
And he just blushes (Felix does blush, heâs not immune) and mutters, âIâm trying, but youâre making it very⌠difficult.â
Youâre still sitting on the bed, flipping a page, not even noticing his energy until he suddenly slides off his chair and sits on the floor in front of you, resting his arms on your knees, chin tilted up to meet your eyes.
And somehow still dominant because itâs Felix and he could command a room from the floor.
He looks up at you with those soft, stormy eyes and says, half-whining, half-charming. âPlease let me take care of you. I need to do something. Anything. I canât just sit here.â
His hands are warm on your knees and his chin rests between them. He looks like heâd worship the ground you walk on without a second thought.
You whisper, âbaby.â While raking your fingers through his hair as heâs placing kisses to your knees and your thighs.
âIâm not asking for permission.â He smirks before heâs pushing you back onto the bed, body heavy against yours as heâs peppering you with sloppy kisses and praises.
Then heâs between your legs. âIâm just telling you that tonight? My home is right here.â Before heâs delving in with a sloppy, hot mouth.
Heâs just a boy who loves you so much it spills out of him in little uncontrollable habits.
Your fingers are in his hair, gripping and pulling and heâs obsessed with moments like these. Heâs obsessed with how you squirm under him. Heâs obsessed with how you make a mess all over his face. Heâs obsessed with it all.
âLook at me, love. Yeahâjust like that.â As heâs teasing you with his fingers. Heavy eyes watching you as his chest is falling up and down erratically.
And even when youâre spent, a mess on his bed heâs climbing up and whispering âI need to take care of you, lovebug. Please.â
A/N: idek if the saltburn fandom is still alive lmfaooo i didn't like the movie but i did like jacob's character felix and i'm now returning to him........ but like who wouldn't want a rich british party boy to have fun with in college? BRO. i'm in college rn and he's literally my craving my blueberry chocolate muffin. i want a felix in my life i desperately need one. local men just dk how to party and be fun i hate it here! i have to go to spain... anyways ramble over, happy reading the fic i thought of while reading another felix fic, ehehhehe.
plot: felix and reader are friends, they party together, they've made out multiple times, shared sexual experiences, but she knows he's not a monogamous person, that he sleeps with other girls, and that it is just how he is. one night she has too much emotion pent up and breaks, saying she can't do it anymore. might be a two-parter or multiple parts? (let me not start a new series again that i will just abandon in a while, so i'm keeping his a "limited series" lol) enjoy!
music i listened to while writing this: 'felix amica', 'throwing pebbles', 'the summer burned on', 'felix's suite' by anthony willis off the film's score; dark and long - dark train by underworld. i recommend! + my felix playlist
content warnings: angst, smut (make-out, allusions to sex, mentions of sex and sexual interactions, barely fingering, hickeys), friendship break-up
word count: 4.8k
you love love loooved partying. what's better than dressing up or dressing down once or twice a month to down money on downing cocktails and shots all night and dancing, dancing, dancing until you can't feel your legs and drop.
you especially love partying with felix. felix is fun, he is always ready to party, he isn't a sulker, he is your fun friend and university classmate who you share both days and nights with. the former, studying at the library or cafes, and the latter partying and dancing in the common rooms, his house or clubs.
you love most about him the carelessness he possesses, how free he is. if freedom was a person, it would be felix. you can honestly call felix your best friend. you hit it off with him on the very first day of school and have been in each other's circles since then.
one thing you don't love about felix is how he gets away with everything. for some reason, you have these things called a sense of justness and rightfulness, and this stupid thing called a heart that ached the first time you saw felix kissing another girl, the first time you saw a girl coming from his room after a party covered in hickeys. that stupid heart that aches each time you notice things like that.
you wish knowing and seeing those things did not have such an effect on you as it does. you wish he wouldn't kiss you, eat your face off in make-outs, assault your weeping cunt with his skilled tongue in bathrooms or in his bedroom, or finger you senseless three times in one night, if he could just do that to any other girl in oxford. you wish he wouldn't do all that when the reality is that it is all just nothing to him. not that you would ever admit that it means something to you, but it does. your stupid heart wouldn't hurt so much if it meant nothing to you too.
intimate interactions like that happen between you two quite often. doesn't matter if felix is drunk or sober, he is just always this way towards you, this... hungry for you. and if it was just the sex, it would be different, you would feel it, you would constantly be used in less-than-pleasant ways. your exchanges are't one-sided, there are emotions and feelings involved that you haven't really discussed between each other, but can be felt in the atmosphere between you, regardless if you're having an intimate moment or just a regular one together. though, with felix, every moment feels intimate, but not in a sexual way.
you have brought the problem up in tiny ways before, whining "felix, you can have any girl you want, why me?" into his chest while he pulls your underwear to the side in a backroom of the university that no one comes into. his heavy breathing in your ear makes it hard for you to return this sudden, tight eye-contact with him, and he sees how lust-blown your pupils are. "because they're hardly any fun," felix says in a pant, simultaneously sliding his fingers through your wet folds. you shudder, and when he teases your clit, you release a delicious moan, which makes felix smile widely and bite his lip, "none of them make noises like you do." and you let him make you come again, and again, wrapped around his fingers.
you would be lying if you said you hated everything that felix did to you, did with you, he was soooo good at everything he did, he was truly skilled. you can not say you hate being this close with him, it just.... well, it bothers you that you are not the only girl, suspecting it would be one thing, but knowing you are not the only girl is painful. you could not think of felix in a committed, monogamous relationship, but you sometimes stupidly wish he would want something like that with you.
all these questions race about your mind - what is it about you? why can't felix just settle down? why does every girl he gets with once or however many times get their feelings hurt and he can just walk away? why do they let him do that to them? why do you? what is it in you that makes you different, but really not? why have you guys not had sex yet, the big intercourse ordeal? how does he see you? how can he be so free, as if he does not care? what are you to him?
you have cried, broken down and lost your mind over this situation, and him, so many times. there's been days when you've bit your clenched fist, thrown easily breakable objects around your room, flipped your table and screamed into your pillow, digging your nails into it so deep the silk barrier broke. there is no other way you can alleviate this tension and frustration inside you.
well, actually, the other other way is partying. and as much as you love him, and love partying, unfortunately, the only method to pump out your frustration towards felix, other than anger fits that destroy your room, is to party with felix. you don't even have to call or text him or notify him of your plans to go party, you two are almost telepathic - he's knocking on your door while you're getting ready.
you don't realise how much of a mess your room is in, because before the long and tiring process of deciding what to wear you had another one of your anger fits and left your room in the state of a battlefield. you spray perfume on yourself before you get up from your vanity desk and walk over your trenches of anger and fashion despair to open the door to felix.
he's leaning against the doorframe, dressed in that damned white button-up that you love so much and hate that he knows how much you love, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his lips. "ah, you're all ready to go! great," felix says and steps inside your room before you can invite him, you close the door. though such polite details fail to hold meaning between you two, and have for a long time, "i was just coming here to ask you to come out." he says and takes in the sight of your room. "what the hell happened here?"
his question brings the condition of your room to your notice and you look around, as if clueless but aware at the same time. you pull on your dancing shoes and throw your hair back to set it right. you shake your head gently, feeling his eyes upon you and what you're wearing. "not much, i was just looking for something," you make up a lie and felix chuckles. he takes one of your destroyed pillows in his hands and pokes at it. feathers burst out from the ripped hole in it.
"find it in here?" he points to the pillow and you shake your head. you reach for a jacket to throw on, but felix grabs the hand of yours closest to him and pulls you down to sit on your bed next to him.
"what's wrong, huh?" he pats the hand he's holding and looks at you through his eyelashes and fallen strands of hair. god, if he can't tell by the look in your eyes right now that you're upset with him, you don't know what will. you sigh, contemplate whether this is the right time and setting to tell him... everything. telling him that the destruction of your room was caused by your frustration with him might not be the best idea, and you would not blame him for being freaked out and walking away from you forever.
you can hardly focus on making up another lie while his thumb is brushing over the skin of your hand. it feels like electricity. and your cycle landing on ovulation today of all days definitely is not helping. "i'm just... frustrated with myself," you tell him, and it's part of the truth, so it doesn't exactly feel like a lie, "that's why i have to go party. come on," you stand up and pull felix up with you, a smile now adorning your nervous face.
felix giggles and kisses the top of your head. arsehole, you think, and roll your eyes while taking your jacket with your back to him and pulling it over your shoulder. you and felix walk out the door of your dorm, "this is why i love you," felix says and you hum in response while locking your door, "that fire about you that no one else has." he finishes his sentence right as you look up to him, and you can't help the smile that spreads across your face from his words. the reaction is you, because most other people in your life only ramble on about how intense you are. but felix loves it, he's just said so himself. it's hard staying mad at him when he loves you, when he tells you things like this, when he really means them.
towards the end of the night, you have let out seventy percent of your frustration, and it feels like a good night. so many cocktails and shots are in your system, you have lost count, and certainly most of your money too. but you don't want to stop dancing, you haven't been able to for the past three plus hours, the dj is just excellent tonight, playing all the dancing jams you know. felix is the one taking small breaks to sit down or smoke all through the night, even chatting some people up - students from oxford or complete strangers. ever the social butterfly, you think to yourself and keep dancing.
you must really be in luck tonight, because the dj is playing underworld's track dark and long - dark train just now, when you're perfectly drunk to move your ass off to it. you feared you may never hear this song in a public setting ever again, it seemed the world had branded it a forgotten underground tune. but no, the dj really is favouring your taste in music tonight, bringing out the big guns, and you don't even know the guy. just jam after jam, after jam. perfect.
when you feel arms sliding around your waist, you know just by their way of touch that they are felix's. muscular, but gentle, soft, and ever so inviting. you smile in your drunken haze and lean against his body. through your dress you feel that his chest is bare, shirt unbuttoned. you turn around, run your hands across his toned chest and look up at him. felix's eyes are blown with lust, locked onto you as if you were the only person in the whole world. most of the time you're with him he does make you feel like that.
the most unique quality about felix is that he almost feels like another one of your girlfriends. you can't really give the quality real definition, he just has the vibe of a girlfriend. he'll sit and gossip with you, sometimes wander into your dorm when he's heard something saucy about people you both know and will sit and gossip with you for hours. he'll help you with choosing clothes, and he doesn't just nod 'yes' to everything, he actually gives his opinions and supports his arguments for or against a certain fashion choice. when you listen to music with him, you feel like you're with one of your girlfriends, when you dance with him you feel like you're dancing with one of your girlfriends. that's how fun he is.
you don't know what it is, you do have other guy friends, but they're not half as fun as felix is. and even though your dancing and listening to music together does lead to making out and other sexual endeavours, it doesn't feel like felix does all that (be one of your closest friends who you can just be your complete true self with) just to get into your knickers. it's different.
tonight is different, though. the more you think about felix, the more expressive your dance moves become, and the more your emotions are bubbling up. dancing with him is still the same, and it still feels like you're just out with one of your girlfriends, dancing crazy to white girl party music until you drop. until his hands start carrying that certain weight that tells you it might be time for a bathroom or smoke break. you don't really want to leave the dancefloor, there's still a good portion of dark and long - dark train left to be danced to, you're still perfectly drunk to be having fun, dancing. though the emotions are starting to crack through as you whip around in felix's embrace and look at him. his beautiful, magical eyes are still lust-blown and his small smile ever so charming. you can hardly resist him.
you dance away from him, playfully reaching your arm out to him and watching him follow you until you disappear into the crowd of dancing strangers. you can only grin wide at the idea of felix bumping through people desperately searching for you. you make your way through the dancefloor and find the table felix was sitting at before and guarding your drinks. you drink the rest of yours and gulp it down right before felix finds you and wraps his arms tightly around your frame. "found you," he yells over the music, you turn around in his arms and smile coyly through your lashes.
"i'm not hard to find, am i?" you respond, a faint grin on your lips. felix smiles wide and kisses your cheek. his hands don't let go of your waist as he trails his lips lower to your neck, to your collarbone, kissing sloppily and dragging his tongue over your skin. you just wish the alcohol in the last of your drink would kick in sooner and work as an even more numbing substance on your system. you want to numb your emotions that are bubbling up again, and they will get in the way of enjoying felix's wonderful assaults on your skin.
despite your best efforts and attempts to keep your head up and out of this misery business, you let felix pull you out the club and into the smoking area. not without grabbing your jacket, of course, ever the gentleman. and then he has you in his arms again, his hips grinding against yours, legs wrapped around his waist, he's pushing your back against the outer wall of the club, making you feel all the bass and beats of the music vibrating through your body as he made his own vibrations by moaning and groaning in your ear.
you can hardly feel anything around you except for felix. his hands all over you, his chest pushing onto you, his hard-on pressing against your already weeping and clothed cunt, his hair on your forehead, his chain dangling against your cheek, his lips all over the skin of your face and neck. you can't decide if he or the alcohol is what's more intoxicating, it's all driving you insane and literally up the wall.
"you feel all better now, sweetheart?" felix asks between gasps and heavy breaths, just finished adorning your neck with a hickey with a very audible pop. you moan, throwing your head back, gasping for air as he's hardly letting you get any. felix reaches under your dress and pulls your knickers down your legs, bunching them up and stuffing them into the pocket of his trousers immediately afterwards. he's never done that before, he always pulls them to the side. what's different tonight?
felix strokes two fingers through your naked folds, and you are ever so sensitive and responsive, mewling and whining against his lips, which makes him smile terribly proudly. you would like to just push him away, and that urge is hardly suppressed, but your ovulation is kicking your ass and not letting you push him right away, "nngh, fuck, felix," you whine as you feel him teasing at your entrance with the two fingers, and his thumb swiping over your clit. his ministrations make you arch your back off the wall, pushing into his chest.
"god, you're so hot, princess," he says, "i can't believe you're real," he admits and licks a stripe up your neck with his hot tongue. you almost die right there, and precisely then he decides to insert his fingers into your sopping hole, just driving you ever near to the edge. felix swallows your moans by locking his lips with yours, prodding into your mouth with his tongue, and you think only hell can be this hot.
this has happened many times before, and the energy of the night and of felix felt completely the same as always up until now. now, when you hear him undoing the belt of his trousers, that unmistakeable clink of silver against silver. hearing it is equal to getting hit by a freezing ocean wave, and the sensation sobers you up instantly, even in this state.
next thing you know, you're pushing felix off of you and jumping a few steps away from him, turning your back. you feel slightly ashamed and pull your dress downwards, your jacket around your shoulders, zipping it closed. your lungs are heaving with heavy breaths that you're trying to settle down, hands on your chest, one of them gripping your favourite necklace.
felix looks onto you confused, immediately reaching out to you, worried. "baby, did i do something wrong?" he asks gently as you squirm away from his hand reaching out to touch your shoulder. felix stops a few steps behind you, watching your cowering, small form. "talk to me, what happened?"
you can't stop the tears spilling from your eyes and wetting your hot cheeks, hot tears on hot, pink skin. you wish felix wouldn't hear your sobs and weeping, but you're just so emotional that you can't help making noises. felix's heart aches at the sounds coming from you, his eyebrows knotting together sadly, head tilting.
"sweetheart," he calls and tries reaching out to you again with his hand, and this time you respond by turning around to face him. your tearful eyes look into his worried brown orbs, you can visibly see how much it pains him to see you this way. he withdraws his hand. he's seen you this way before, but never from something that he assumes he did or said to you.
"felix," you draw a shaky breath inwards, "i can't do this anymore." you fidget with your hands terribly, and can't help but feel bothered by the music and cheering you hear coming from inside the club, so happy and carefree in contrast to your current situation. god, you really are risking everything right now.
"wh-what? what are you on about?"
you sniffle and try to calm your breathing, but to no avail, "felix, i know about all the other girls," you tell him and now look him dead in the eye. you don't appreciate the look he's giving you now, one of disbelief, quite audacious, "and, to be quite honest with you, i wish it didn't bother me. but it does. and i can't keep doing..." you gesture with your hands, "this, all of this, with you if..."
felix's eyes are blown wide, he's gasping, "if what?"
"i don't know!" you cry out and hide your face in your hands, crying uncontrollably now. anything you might want to say would just be incoherent noises to felix or anyone passing by. thank god you are alone, though. you hate to make a scene, now matter how important these matters are. you squat down to the ground now, your back hitting the wall, and felix watches you crumble like a beautiful palace going into ruin.
it takes some guts in him, but he gets over himself and squats down in front of you. you know he's there, and the horror of him watching you have a complete crying breakdown makes you feel even worse. he's seen you throw up, he's seen you orgasm, and he's seen you cry before. but none of that has been so exposing, in none of those situations were you as vulnerable as you are now. god, it has always been hard for you to stand up for yourself and be vulnerable and really open with people, you wish it wasn't. you wish for a lot of things, to be honest.
it's hard for felix to see you in such anguish, and he can't bear it any longer. he reaches out to you again, gentle hands reaching out to your face, pushing your hands and hair out of the way. your sobs have quieted by just a smidge, but you're still unable to look into felix's eyes.
"i should have asked you beforehand, sweetheart, i'm sorry if i scared you," felix says softly, referring to his undoing his belt just minutes ago. but you shake your head.
"you didn't, and it's not that, felix," you say and sniffle, trying to dry your cheeks of the tears you've stained them with, "i just said..." your lip trembles again. you feel like he's not listening to you, and that hurts too, "i just... i can't do it anymore. it hurts too much." you say, and just as felix is reaching to cradle your face, you rise up to your full height and take a few steps away from him. your back is turned to him again, and you're fidgeting with your hands again, contemplating your next words.
felix stays on the ground, grabs the edge of your jacket and yanks you back to him. you yelp out, and whimper when he presses your legs together and to his chest, looking up at you, his chin on your knee. the sight makes you cry, you don't really know why. you don't want to say goodbye to felix. you don't want him gone from your life, and don't want to be gone from his. you're just... "felix, we're just too different," you say in a whisper, and your hand involuntarily touches up his messy hair that falls over his forehead.
felix shakes his head, "no, we're not," he disagrees and ties his arms tighter around your legs, "i couldn't find anyone else so alike me as you are." he looks into your eyes and you gulp. now is your turn to shake your head.
"that's what you want to think of me, but felix," you sniff, "you have this... illusion of me that i'm just like you, and it's not real. i'm not as free as you." you sob, more tears pouring form your eyes. you knew setting boundaries with felix one day would be painful, and it is, it shakes your body with shocks of pain, you tremble with fear in his hold.
"i wish i was, but i can't be," you shake your head, "i just can't. my heart hurts, i'm frustrated and confused all the time, questioning everything about myself. and sometimes," you gulp down more tears, "sometimes i'm just embarrassed. it's silly, i feel silly." you admit.
you find it surprising that felix hasn't said a word to you in response, can't believe the ever-direct and honest felix is silent and not speaking his mind for once. there's the terrifying possibility of him having nothing to say about this, in the back of your mind, but you hope dearly it's not real.
"i don't wanna lose you," you clarify, "but if i can stop being so hurt all the time, then losing you is what it takes." you look into his eyes once again, and find them full of emotion. if only his mouth matched that quantity and would say something, anything right now, while you're still here, you would appreciate anything, no matter how stupid, selfish or insensitive.
you stay waiting a couple minutes, just staring into each other's eyes, hot tears spilling from yours and a glassy look forming over felix's beautiful eyes, illuminated by the neon sign of the club. you hate doing this. the moment the first word came past your lips you wished you hadn't said anything. it's so hard standing up for yourself and being true to your feelings in front of another person.
"i'll be going home now," you say and try to pry his arms off your bare legs, but to hardly any avail, "felix, let go." you beg of him in a whisper, but he's unrelenting.
"i'm not letting you go. and you're not losing me," he says adamantly, and you huff.
"that would be great if things could change," you say and once again try to pry his sticky palms off your skin, "but we both know that's not happening." you say and finally felix gives up, letting go of your legs and standing up to his full height before you. you suddenly feel so small before him.
"at least let me walk you home," felix says softly, his proposition so casual as if none of your uttered words just now or the whole conversation now has happened. his audacity astounds you.
you let him walk you home to your dorms, of course. it is late, and he is a gentleman, and you can use the company. you don't say anything during the walk home, the air and silence between you feels like one after a funeral. funeral air. and, well, truth be told, there is a funeral to be held for your dying friendship.
only when you reach your door does felix utter the first real worlds amidst this whole situation. "what happens now?" he asks in a hushed whisper to maintain respect for other students in the dormitory still sleeping. you sigh and unlock your door.
you start to open the door, but felix stops you halfway, putting his hand over the handle and your small palm in once. you look up at him with a sigh. "nothing," you say, "i'll bury myself tomorrow."
"princess," felix almost growls in response, aggravated, then breathes a deep sigh, "what has got to change? what do i have to do for everything to be okay?"
you almost snort, but hold yourself back half-way, so it just sounds like a really abrupt breath inwards. felix furrows his brows, "felix, i can't ask you to change the one thing that makes you you," you tell him, "your freedom. it would be...." you run a hand through your hair, "it would be like you asking me to put out that fire that i have in me."
felix measures the significance of your words, being that when you were leaving your dorm together a couple hours ago, he said he loved your fire while you were right in this very spot you're both standing in now. he's said it many times before, and you love hearing it every time. now the memory will be corrupted like clear water that has a drop of black ink dropped into it.
"sweetheart..." felix says absent-mindedly, saying that nickname as if it were the name of an angel, as if it were a prayer in the night before bed. like he's pleading to you. you bite back tears that form in your eyes just from the look of him, and you take his hand off your doorknob, stepping inside your room. felix just watches you, "can i at least see you? tomorrow?" he proposes.
having not the heart to give him an answer, you simply close the door and lock it immediately, quietly. you hold onto the doorknob for an amount of seconds you can't count, and you can hear felix huff on the other side of the door. you've never closed the door to him ever before, not physically, not metaphorically. you squeeze your eyes shut, telling yourself to not give in, to not go back out there, screaming, crying, pleading and apologising to him for this whole evening.
you hear something heavy sliding against your door, and you know it's felix. he's sitting or laying down by your door, like a guard dog. for whatever reason, you can't guess, and you don't dare to ask either. if he wants to stay there the whole night, who are you to not let him?
you've ran out of energy, anyway, and need the sleep so you can have a half-decent saturday tomorrow. studying to catch up on, friends to hang out with, room to clean, friends...
friends to see.
and a friend no longer to see. for your own well-being.
Authors note: Very sorry I haven't posted in a while, please forgive me!!! Unfortunately I am a college student. Now for a fic that absolutely no one asked for but was occupying my brain.
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Oliver had never hated someone this deeply before. He knew this fact as deeply as he knew he needed oxygen to breathe.Â
Whenever he tried to think of someone he hated more, he could come up with nothing but your face in his mind. He imagined clawing your eyes out and peeling your skin off.
If he wore your soft skin over his, would he notice him then?
The first time he had met you, you were atop Felix's lap at the pub, surrounded by your own personal sycophants. He watched in silent disgustâas he was thoroughly ignoredâthese people with such disregard for others, practically leap at a chance to be in your good graces.
If Felix was the sun, you were the whole damn universe.Â
It shouldn't have confused him as much as it did. I mean, you were attractive and smart and, most importantly, from a very wealthy and prominent family.Â
But still, Oliver couldn't handle the complete look of devotion in Felix's eyes. Who cared if he fucked you, but care for you? Love you? That made his eye twitch.
What's so special about you?Â
This question bounced back and forth within the walls of his mind throughout the semester and all the way to his arrival at Saltburn.Â
Before he even set foot onto the grounds, he prepared himself; he knew he'd find you there, wrapped up in Felix's arms, spouting your sugar-sweet poison that Felix would guzzle down happily.Â
Sure enough, he was greeted by Felix, with you under his arm. Tightly pressed into his body, practically dragging you across the room with his long legs.Â
"Ollie! Thank god you're here, Duncan, don't worry, we'll show him to his room, won't we darling?" he gave your arm a squeeze, which you responded to by giving Oliver a bright, genuine smile... it made him sick.Â
He walked behind the couple as they showed him around the home that dripped with luxury.
"Dead relies...."Â
Oliver barely listened to Felix's attempt at a lax explanation of his grand estate. He was much too fixated on the way your fingers interlocked. Almost as if you were an extension of him, two puzzle pieces that were finally put together.Â
Oliver didn't even notice when he was left in what would be his room for the remainder of his stay.Â
Sitting on the plush bed, it didn't take long until boredom and curiosity nearly suffocated him. Oliver crept his way toward the hallway when he picked up on the sound of voices, Felix's among them. He was powerless against the pull.
The family lounged around in a living room that was the size of some people's homes.Â
He was greeted with an overwhelming amount of questions; he stayed quiet and allowed these hounds to transform the story he created into a full-blown reality. In the midst of Elspeth's interrogation, he catches you in the corner of his eye, not with Felix but side by side with Farleigh. To his surprise, the latter was laughing, throwing his head back in a type of laughter he hadn't known that pretentious asshole was capable of. He then watched as Felix's father, James, leaned back toward the two of you, exchanging humorous whispers.Â
It's now that he wonders how long you two have been in each other's lives.Â
Oliver liked to imagine that neither of you existed or lived any life at all before he found his way in. But the complete comfort and familiarity in the room for you is apparent, and it crushes him.Â
He is the outsider, not you, never you.
He hates you.Â
"Better watch out, I think someone wants your man." Farleigh nods his head toward Oliver, who quickly looks away, pretending as if he hadn't been staring at you the whole time.Â
"Oliver? Don't be ridiculous, Farleigh. He's been a good friend to Felix. What's your problem with him anyway? You can't help but chuckle at Farleigh's high standards. You've found that he likes a total of 5 people, all 5 of whom are in the very room you sit in.Â
"He's a parasite. I saw this happen all the time in Gossip Girl."Â
"I thought you said you hated that show?"
"Ugh, I do, but I can't look away." Farleigh flings his body back against the chair.
You let out a real laugh at your friend's antics, that sweet melody flowing into Felix's ears from across the room. His eyes had already been on you, his fingers flexing with the absence of your skin beneath them. He wanted you at his side at all times, and even when you were just a few feet away from him, he felt cold.Â
Felix never loved someone this deeply before. He knew it as surely as he knew the earth spun.Â
His world before seemed to stand still. You came to him like a honey glazed dreamâan angel descending from the heavens.Â
He remembers his father telling his 6-year-old self to keep his business partner's daughter company while they spoke. Ever the dutiful son, he rushed down the stairs to greet the guests.
And then there you were, standing at the bottom of the steps. The skirt of your white dress splayed around you like a holy glow. You were swaying on the heels of your feet next to your father when you turned up at the sound of his little feet pounding closer toward the last step. He swears he never saw a more beautiful sight. Your face was lit from the chandelier hanging on the ceiling above, your eyes shining more precious than any jewel.
With a tilt of your head and a great big smile that overtook your whole tiny face.Â
You had him.Â
You had him then, and you have him now.
His body had had enough of the distance.
"Farleigh, you won't mind if I steal my girlfriend, do you?" Its structure is that of a question, but they all know he's not asking.Â
"Not at all, as long as you return her before our previously scheduled tea time at 5 pm."Â
Offering no response besides a low scoff, Felix extends his arm, and you take his palm in yours. You let him drag you up and trail behind him as he leads you anywhere else.Â
Slipping out of the room, the two of you make your way up the stairs and to your shared bedroom. Bumping hips and poking each other's sides like children.
As you finally make it into the room, not a second goes by after the door slams shut behind you before Felix has you in a desperate kiss. Your lips are locked, teeth clashing, and tongues exchanging. It's passionate and messy just like he likes it. He can taste the fruit you had eaten an hour earlier; he groans at the sweetness.Â
In the back of your hazy mind, you think there was just a knock against the wall.Â
"Did you hear that?" You ask between heated kisses
"Hear what?" Felix mumbles, barely registering what you've said, as he turns his attention to placing open-mouthed kisses on your neck. Licking up the curve, you lean your head to the side to give him more access, brows furrowing at the noise you're now certain you've heard.
"Seriously, you didn't hear anything?"
With a huff, Felix stands to his full height.Â
"I know what I want to hear..." He suddenly lifts you into his arms and plops you down on the king-sized bed. A sharp gasp rips out of you.Â
"That's better," he says, kissing your neck and working his way down your body and stopping right at your clothed stomach. He looks up at you and holds eye contact when he slowly peels your shirt up your belly, bunching it up against the base of your bra.Â
Lowering his head, he licks a long stripe from your belly button up to your sternum.Â
You let out a small moan combined with a laugh of sheer pleasure.
"Okay, fine, you win, but we have to make this quick."
"Last time I checked, we got all the time in the world," he says, blowing air on the wet streak, the cold making you shiver.Â
"ha... ah.. no, I have...the tea thingy with Farleigh." You struggle with your words, the pleasure from simply kissing overwhelming you.Â
"I thought that was a joke."Â
"Baby, we never joke about gossiping."
He lets out a laugh of disbelief and gives his head a little shake.
Felix Catton convinces female reader to ride him/be on top. Sheâs nervous but he talks her through it.
okay, *breathes*, felix catton makes my head spin so of course i have to write this lol.
promise// felix catton x reader
cw: fem reader, fem anatomy mentioned, male anatomy mentioned, riding felix, reader tops, felix loves watching you ride his cock
âyâso fucking sexy,â felix tells you between kisses, dragging you towards his dorm room. he canât keep his hands off you, abandoning the silly christmas party that heâd help put together on campus just to have a moment alone with you. he pushes you against the door, his hands all over the tight black dress youâre wearing, the santa hat heâd put on for the party falling from his dark messy hair.
you couldnât help but be at felixâs will, addicted to the attention the confident rich heir would give you. giving you a taste of his world every time heâd pull you away from the library or drag you from the oxford courtyard between classes just to have his way. he initiated it all, having no problem in taking the lead in whatever-so-called relationship the two of you had. you, his opposite, shy and quiet, never causing a fuss and avoiding attention like the plague. felix was larger than life, commanding attention in his long strides and grins on campus, everyone wanting a piece of him.
you almost fall backwards as his large hand pushes his door open, his messy dorm room dim and now surrounding you. you let him taste your lips and mouth, his tongue eager and his warm hands run up your sides. he pushes the door closed with one of his feet, grinning as he breaks away from the kiss to pull you over to his bed. your cheeks heat up as he pulls you to his side, his tall form immediately tackling your body as he presses soft kisses all over your face. âbeen dreaming bout this all day. then yâget all dressed up fâme and i canât fucking think straight,â he muses against your ear, his hot breath and deep voice sending a heat down your body, âcant stop myself when it comes to youâŚâ
you swallow as he begins pressing hot, wet open mouth kisses to your neck, soft gasps leaving you as you hesitantly reach your hand up to run through his messy hair. felix canât help but feel so incredibly turned on, loving that when heâs kissing and touching you like this, that your quiet demeanor fades some, noises escaping your throat and your soft skin twitching for more. he didnât know what it was about you that drove him crazy. wether it was the way you practically stumbled over your words when heâd first talked to you, the fact that you seemed in awe of him but in a timid, shy way, or the fact that your wide eyes looked at him like he was gold. youâd sent his mind wandering since day one and when heâd finally gotten you into his bed, heâd been addicted ever since. he quickly tugs his shirt and jeans off, grinning and eager as he lays on top of you again on his bed.
it didnât take long for felix to pull your dress off your soft curves, his brown eyes darkening as he sees the lacy black bra and underwear youâd had underneath. he bites his lip for a moment before smirking down at you, his long slender fingers toying with one of your bra straps. your eyes were wide, needy even, as he smirked down at you, his heart clenching in his chest as he realized just how much heâd made the shy girl heâd first met a desperate mess to have him. it was like heaven in his gaze, watching you fall apart little by little. âmatching, are we?â he smirked, seeing a red blush grace your cheeks as your breathing sped up, âthis for me?â he asks you softly, mischief in his brown eyes as his index finger slides down your body and to the top of your lacy underwear. he canât help himself as he pulls his tall form down to between your legs, his gaze on you as he leans his head down to press a long kiss to your clothed heat, âmaking me feel special, love.â you whimper his name, making felix smirk again as he continues to move his lips over your panties, the lace not doing anything to contain how wet you were. heâs practically making out with your clothed cunt, his eyes flickering up to you as you writhe and mewl against his mattress.
he leans up, looking up and down your body as his hand finds its way to your hip, squeezing softly when he gets an idea. felix takes no time in flipping you on top of him, making you let out a squeak and a nervous giggle, your body in the air as you straddle his hips in just your lacy black underwear and bra. felix greedily runs his large, warm hands up your thighs and sides, his eyes hungry as he enjoys the view from below. âyâlook so good from here, love,â he murmurs, his lids heavy as he takes on a new form of adoration for how you look on top of him, something bubbling up in his chest from the sight.
you straddle him, out of breath and feeling a bit awkward as he stares up at you, not knowing exactly how to handle being on top of his lean muscular body like this. you let out a shaky breath when he moves his hips up a little from beneath you, letting you feel how hard he was in his boxers. you let out a sharp breath, enjoying the brief contact against your soaked panties. âtell me how bad yâwant it,â he softly commands, his deep english voice making you fall apart a little more, âtell me how much yâlike being on top of me like this. feeling how fucking hard i am underneath you.â
your eyes are wide as you take in his quiet demand, his voice thick with desire. once you dont answer him, he moves his hips up again, his hardness pressing into your lace panties again from below. âtell me and iâll give you what yâwant,â he says softly, his dilated brown eyes looking up at you with silent insistance.
âfelix,â you breath out, your mind fuzzy from the contact of his cock in his boxers on your clothed heat, âi-i want you itâs justâŚâ
felix bites back a grin, watching your eyes shut as your nerves take over. his toned abdomen clenches with need and amusement, knowing that youâre actually nervous to be on top. heâs not sure if itâs your insecurities or maybe your first time ever being on top of a guy like this, either way heâs more than happy to break through any of your doubts. âshush,â he commands, making you flutter your eyes open, âdonât get all nervous on me now. yâlook fucking gorgeous on top of me like this. bloody perfect.â
he moves his hands up and down your thighs again, soothing you before his desire takes hold again, feeling your soaking panties leak on his clothed cock, his thoughts only growing filthier. âpromise youâll like it, love it even,â he grins, moving his hands from your thighs to his boxers, âfeels really good for the guy and the girl, trust me. yâtrust me, yeah?â
you nod hesitantly, blinking down at him as he pulls his boxers down beneath you. you lift yourself up a bit to help out, his fingers barely touching your legs as he slides his cotton boxers down past his knees, but not all the way. you canât help yourself as you glance down, admiring the way his tanned, lean abdomen leads down to his hardness, unable to stop yourself from biting your lip as you see the start of his pubic hair from beneath you. he rocks his hips up against you to snap you out of it, making you throw your head back for a second from the sensation of his bare, hard cock against your wet panties again. âyâwant this right?â felix asks you with a smirk, unable to not feel slightly excited from the fact that you were about to ride his long, thick cock for the first time. when you bite your lip and nod, he takes the lead and reaches down with one of his hands to push your underwear to the side, before instructing you on what to do next. âkeep em pulled away like that, out of the way,â he says, his heart beat picking up in anticipation, âand lift up a bit fâme.â
you do as he says, taking your slightly shaking fingers and pulling your wet panties to the side before lifting up slightly. felix immediately reaches his hand down for his cock, moving it up against your soaked folds before lining it up with your entrance. âthere we go,â he says with a soft laugh as he finally finds it, making you smile at him shyly, your chest falling up and down quickly in nervous anticipation. ânow lower yourself down on me, just like that,â he says, watching from below as you slowly lower yourself down on his cock. felix immediately feels how wet and tight you are as the tip of his cock enters you, his hands moving to grab your hips as you finally take all of him. you let out a quiet moan as you feel full of him, the sensation new but delicious. you stay still, already wanting to squirm from how incredibly good it feels. âtold you,â felix breathes out, his brows furrowing a little from how good his cock feels buried inside you as he reminds you of his earlier promise.
he keeps his large hands on your hips, slowly guiding your trembling body up. âup and down, love. just like that,â he says softly, helping you build a slow pace as you lift your body up and down. you moan softly, already panting from how good it feels to ride his cock. âfuck- yâdoing good, just up and down, yeah?â
you nod, felixâs cock deep inside you as you move up and down on his impressive length. you lose yourself in the pleasure, building more confidence as felix talks you through it. âchrist! yâlook so fucking sexy like this. sâpretty riding my cock, fucking angel,â felix tells you, his deep voice breathy and his brown eyes half lidded as he enjoys the view and the way your wet walls clench around him. your breasts bounce up and down in your black lacy bra, losing yourself as you put your hands on felixâs chest to steady yourself. felix pulls your face down to him, kissing you deeply before moving his hips up and down, fucking you from underneath with ease. you moan into his mouth, felixâs hand in the back of your hair as he hits deep inside you each time he bucks his hips. you slowly lift up from him, unable to keep control as you rock your hips back and forth while heâs buried inside you, selfishly beginning to chase your own pleasure as your confidence builds. felix groans from beneath you, gripping your hips tightly as you move your body on his in a perfect rhythm.
âgunna-gunna make me cum like this,â felix groans out, his chest rising and falling rapidly before biting his lip as he rocks you back and forth on his length with his hands. âyâgot it love, yâdoing so well. riding my dick like a fucking angel,â he groans out, making loud moans and whimpers leave your mouth. despite being so worked up himself, felix catches himself grinning at the sight of you. your cheeks flushed, moans escaping you, your eyes shut tightly in bliss as your breasts bounce while you enjoy moving yourself around on his cock. his chest warms, loving your newfound confidence and seeing the timidness you carry fade away as you pleasure yourself on his length. he feels his muscles tensing, watching you learn to slip yourself off and back on his cock with eager whines. felixâs sensitivity of the action peaks, his toes curling as he fights the urge to cum deep inside you. he wants you to keep chasing your high, keep feeling that bliss that makes your thighs shake a little while you ride him, though heâs already at his limit.
âso good fâme,â felix breathes out, his head rolling back against the soft pillows beneath his head, his brows pinched in concentration on not cumming yet. you whine out suddenly, rolling your hips against him as you slam your body on and off his throbbing cock. âuse my dick, love. thatâs it, use my cock to fuck yâself until you cum. thatâs it. yes, yeah-fuck!â felix pants out, his head leaning up to look at you again, your hair wild and loud moans of his name leaving your parted lips. he can see that your close, feel it in the way you clench around him, sucking his length into your spongy walls. âcum, baby, thatâs it. cum fâme!â
felix loses it then, seeing you yell out in ecstasy as you ride his cock with a vigorous need as you finally cum. he groans with you, moaning uncontrollably as you both finish in sweet unison, filling you up deep inside with his hot release. you collapse on top of him, his cock slipping out of you making him wince from the sensitivity he feels. you rest on his sweaty, bare chest, breathless as you both try to catch air.
felix wraps his arms around your back, holding you close as you keep your face into the crook of his neck. he feels your hot rapid breaths against his flesh and he canât help but feel slightly euphoric after the whole ordeal, knowing that he helped you ride him until you finally snapped. he reach up with on of his hands to where your head was buried in his neck, his fingers gently moving your chin so that youâd look at him. tenderness is in his dilated eyes as he examines your post orgasm face, the warmth in his chest growing. he realizes then that he doesnât want to lose you. something incredibly new and daunting to him.
he presses a soft kiss to your sweaty forehand and you try and steady your breathing as you look at his gorgeous face with wide eyes. he smirks, his brown eyes turning mischievous like always before his deep english voice speaks.
âtold ya youâd like it.â
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đŹđĄđ˘đŠ: felix catton x fem!reader
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: you don't like felix catton. you're popular, pretty, and are simply not charmed by him. however, he refuses to stand for this. based on this prompt.
đ˘đ§đđĽđŽđđđŹ: afab!reader, mean!reader, f!receiving oral
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 1.1k
You are not impressed by Felix Catton. Everyone else at this university is, but not you. He's never done anything to make you not like him. He's never even spoke to you.
When people are fawning over him in the courtyard, you roll your eyes. When he walks down the hallway, smiling at everyone who passes, you ignore him.
You may not be quite as rich or popular as him, but you are rich and popular. You don't need him to help you climb the social ladder. You refuse to be another one of his charity cases.
For some reason, he likes you. You've never given him the time of day, and yet, he stares at you from across the pub, grins at you in the halls, tells his friends to invite you places. It's sort of pathetic, you think.
Naturally, you're suspicious when Farleigh Start worms his way into your life, assuming he's there to try and set you up with Felix. You know those two are incredibly close, so it's a valid suspicion.
"You're not getting me to like Catton," you tell him.
"That wasn't my intention at all," he replies.
"Then why do you want to be friends with me, when you have him?"
He drops his voice to a whisper, looking around like he's about to drop some crazy secret about Felix Catton. "You dress better than him," is what he says instead.
You can't help it. You laugh, and so, a friendship begins.
You walk arm-in-arm to class with Farleigh, gossiping and giggling. Felix Catton is no longer stopping to smile at every student he sees. Instead, he almost seems to be sulking, leaning against the wall with his nose buried in a copy of Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone. He glares at you and Farleigh over the top of the book.
You wink back.
It isn't until a week later that he approaches you at a party, taller up close and clearly tipsy. âWhy donât you like me?â he asks.
Youâre baffled by his forwardness, his shamelessness. Youâre also tipsy, too, so you have to think over your reply for a moment. âI donâtâI mean, I just donât like you. You didnât do anything wrong. I just think youâre arrogant and your parties suck.â
Your tone is matter-of-fact, yet it makes Felix laugh, and his laugh is actually a terribly endearing sound. Ugh, he needs to stop trying to be charming. It isnât going to work on you.
âIâm arrogant? Have you seen yourself?â
You look at him, offended and annoyed. "I'm not arrogant, I'm confident. There's a difference."
"Sure," he replies, giving you that sweet smile that makes you want to slap it off of his pretty face. "Whatever you say."
You sip your drink, hoping that he'll walk away, but he doesn't. Instead, he leans down to whisper in your ear: "If you actually got to know me, maybe you'd like me better."
"I'm not interested," you answer in a hushed voice, but you can't help it â you're smiling, too.
Fuck. No, no. You will not be charmed by him. You turn to walk away from him, but the mixture of liquor in your bloodstream and the high heels you're wearing leads you to stumble forward, sloshing your drink down your shirt.
Felix catches you by the waist, effectively keeping you from smacking your head on an expensive glass table. Although you should probably be grateful, you shoot him a glare and pull away from his touch.
He looks shocked. "Wow. Even when I save your life, you still don't like me, hm?"
"You didn't save my life," you practically hiss. "God, you're infuriating."
"And you're beautiful."
You blink at him in surprise. "Flattery doesn't work on me."
"Flattery works on everyone," he replies, taking a step closer. "Maybe that's why you bother me so much. You're the only person who doesn't try to flatter me."
You scoff. "Then I'm the other person at this school with a brain."
He laughs, and you hate how cute it sounds. You've spent so long trying to ignore his obvious pull. Everyone flocks to him: Farleigh, Oliver, every guy and girl at this school wants him. Except you.
But maybe you were just in denial before.
"If you hate me so much, why are you still talking to me?" he asks.
You open your mouth, searching for some rude and witty response, and find nothing.
"I don't know," you say.
"Maybe you like me more than you think," he smirks. "And I can make you like me even more, if you'd like."
"Prove it," you find yourself replying.
And just like that, you find yourself in a random bedroom with Felix Catton, someone you have detested since you met him. His cocky attitude, his stupid eyebrow piercing, his grating voice.
Now, that obnoxious mouth of is between your legs, lapping greedily at your cunt as your fingers tangle in his dark hair, and your negative feelings towards him are slowing beginning to melt away, like the ice in the red solo cup he had been nursing earlier.
You weren't sure why you had fallen for his charms like this. Perhaps it was the drinks, or simply curiosity, to see if he was any more palatable in the bedroom.
Unfortunately, he absolutely was.
He knew what he was doing, had found your clit with ease. He hadn't fumbled, hadn't been clumsy or unsure. There was an air of confidence in everything he did.
"Oh, fuck," you murmur, tightening your grip on his hair. "Fuck you, Catton."
Like the bastard he is, Felix stops and looks up at you with a grin, his lips shining with your wetness. "Oh, yeah? Well, if you want, I can just go..." he teases.
"Don't you dare," you say. "Keep going."
"Aren't you going to say please?"
"Don't push your luck."
He chuckles, so soft you could have missed it, before he returns to the task at hand, clearly determined to make you finish.
You try to hold out on him, to make him really work for it, but he's infuriatingly good at taking you apart, and it isn't long you're cumming.
He looks so fucking pleased with himself, and it makes you want to punch him. Or kiss him. Both, preferably.
"I still hate you," you say before he can get a word in.
Felix laughs again. "I can live with that, as long as you let me get a taste of you every once in a while."
You figured that you could be alright with that arrangement.
ăâă ¤ tags: established relationship, canon divergent, fluff, smut, no use of y/n, cuddling, making out, felix is a sweetie, no beta we die like...well yk
ăâă ¤ cw: plot what plot/porn without plot, p in v, praise kink, vaginal fingering, felix pulls out, sleepy sex, a little bit of aftercare, there's probably more tags but ao3 is down so this is all i got rn
The first thing you notice upon waking is the sunlight filtering through Felix's bedroom window. It heats your face rather nicely, considering you were battling the freezing temperature of the estate. In fleeting moments of half-consciousness, you entertain the possibility you turned into a lizard overnight, resting on the cold rock that is your boyfriend's old mattress, and basking in the pane's alloted warmth.Â
When you finally attempt to move, you are prevented from doing so. Opening your eyes, you discover your partner has trapped you under the weight of his forearm. You grumble something that was supposed to sound like, "Move."Â
Felix doesn't respond verbally. Instead, he pulls you closer, burying his face in your neck. You nearly think he is still asleep until the boy began pawing at your breast. The movement, of course, is unsurprising. In fact, it'd be more surprising if he didn't grope you.Â
"Good morning," You scoff groggily.
You can feel his smile before you see it, as he finally sits up enough to gaze upon you. His aura is brighter than a dying star, noticeable even as your hangover threatens to turn your better brain matter into mush. Still wearing last night's misfortunes, he remains undoubtedly perfect. Felix is easy to envy in this way.
He tucks a hair behind your ear, biting his lip as if holding in a joke you aren't in on, "G'd morning, lovely."
A few minutes pass in which you two simply stare at one another. You are certain you could do this for hours; Felix has a face worth admiring and a body to match. At school, when you both suffered through a required humanities course, you'd joke he was blessed by the Gods. Elspeth said something similar, singing his praises upon your arrival.
The statement proves truer each passing day.Â
After finding something within you that satisfies a desire of his you aren't exactly privy to, he leans down to kiss your lips. It is a soft, familiar gesture, and more importantly, it is lazy. Felix presses his mouth to yours with a sloppiness nearing a hound's. You could taste yesterday's leftover spit and spirits, not minding even the slightest. He makes it easy to envy the most avant concepts.
The kiss devolves just at you do. With an open mouth, you greet his tongue kindly, bringing your hands up to cup his face. He laughs into the space when you gasp, the hand he left upon your breast giving the flesh beneath it a tentative squeeze. With your approval, such motions continue, until your nipples grow hard and your back arches off the bed.Â
"So pretty," He murmurs during a short intermission, "My girl is so pretty."
He pauses to rest his head against your own, watching your cheeks heat from his touch. His grin only widens when his hand moves further down your body. Ultimately, he discoveres the hemline of your panties. Everything became silent then, including your own breaths, as you pause and brace for breach. Luckily, your boyfriend makes you leak like a faucet. His entering your cunt is quick and painless, just as it had been in the times prior.
Felix is patient, a fact that can be a blessing or curse, depending on his mood. He lets your body accomidate the intrusion with playful boredom. The dark brown pools of his irises flick across your face. Every micro-expression and reaction is carefully observed, as though he's watching a play unfold within the vastness of you. You're certain he'd enjoy watching you squirm on his hand for hours, as he did a few nights ago. Eventually, he moves.
"Oh."Â
The sound spills from you before you can stop it. Your eyes, once preoccupied with visions of him, roll around your head. One of your hands find comfort in his duvet, whilst the other meets your mouth in an attempt to prevent being too loud.Â
Felix, utterly enraptured by you, slowly began to pump his finger in and out of your sex. A sforzando sound leaves you, regrettably, and you bite your own digit to prevent from making any more. When your body remembers the movement, you relax again. Your partner, however, cannot stand the silence, and gently moves your limb from your face.
He leans down once more to press soft kisses upon your collarbone, "Don't be so quiet. The walls in this place are so bloody thick, nobody but me will hear you, I promise."
Then, he adds a second finger; sometimes, you convince yourself he times these things in hopes you don't notice them. You don't doubt that the slowness at which he introduces this new variable is an attempted kindness, but unfortunately, all it does is emphasize the notion of your own elasticity. Your breath catches, and stutters, before your chest falls, leaving you once again level. Miserably, or rather marvelously, this repeats until you're certain you see constellations on your eyelids.
"Felix," Your voice comes breathless, "I want to feel you."
Again, he does not exchange words with you, but the haste in which he fumbles to align his cock with your entrance is enough to communicate his understanding. Your panties are gone before you notice he's pulled them off you. With lackadaisical prowess, he lifts one of your legs, moving in the now open space at a forty-five degree angle. The boy finds his target immediately. Inside, he groans, gripping the meat of your thighs to keep in touch with reality.
"You don't know what you do to me."
The pair of you spend a few moments in the intimacy of a waiting room before your tender lover believes it safe to move. It is your turn to fumble, as your unbusy hands place themselves upon his shoulders, grabbing enough meat to plant yourself there. Feeling it, he pauses, only to continue when you spur him onward. His thrusts, as everything else had been to this point, drag slowly. You do not mind. It makes it all the more satisfying when the head of his dick catches on your walls.Â
His breathing is more labored now, you notice, as he puts genuine effort into this encounter. Felix is always kind to youâhe's kind to everyoneâbut his depth of care does not go unappreciated. You let him know it is reciprocated by grinding down onto his phallus. Dipping his head into your shoulder a final time, his ear is left near your lips.
You take the opportunity to speak, " Y're always so good to me."
Movements that were steady become erratic. This is not uncommon; Felix falls apart when complimented. Your punched out breaths are replaced by syncopated moans. His hips roll against your pelvis until your eyes roll with them. The hand not holding your leg finds your clit, thumbing the bean until you're left writhing beneath him. Soon enough, he is spent, pulling out with a swiftness to cum across your stomach.
Quickly, as to prevent himself from collapsing, he falls next to you, his back to the bed and head to the ceiling. Both of you bask in comfortable silence until his lungs calm down. Somehow finding the energy, he retrieves a towel from the connecting bathroom. Felix wipes you clean before promptly nodding back off to enjoy a few more hours of your company.Â
happy (belated) birthday bambi !! here's hoping i didn't mischaracterize him ssjfbjg
pairing; Felix Catton x Reader
word count; 772
summary; While at Saltburn, Oliver begins to act a little weird and after Felix catches him staring a little to long, he makes sure the message is clear
warnings; Fighting, blood
Laying out on the grass of Saltburn, your body burning from the heat of the sun. You knew Felix would be out here soon enough and with him Oliver, but truly you just wished Oliver would go home. He had been so creepy these past few days, always looking at you and then looking away when you caught him. It was just creepy. Obviously you hadnât told Felix yet cause maybe you were just being paranoid, but it really was seeming like he was being a creep.Â
Once again you felt those lingering eyes running themselves along your body. You hoped that it was just Felixâs eyes, but you knew it wasnât.Â
âHey, baby.â You heard, and soon after a kiss was placed on your forehead.
âHey~â You draw out, lifting your hand so that it blocks the sun. Eyes finding his body, they followed it up, his tanned torso and abs all the way up to his face. Glancing over you barely spend time looking at Oliver. âOliver.â You say, feeling his creepy eyes fall on you once more, making you shiver.
He doesnât answer back, but you know that is just how he is. Watching Felix sit himself down next to you, Oliver just stands awkwardly, his eyes still on your body making you squirm a bit. Making eye contact with him you swear you saw him lift his lips into a small smirk at your body squirming under his gaze, but you're not sure. Felix looks up at Oliver confused as he hasnât moved in the past minute, just standing, staring.
âOlly.â Felix states, his hand moving to lie on your bare thigh. The bathing suit you were wearing covered little to nothing as you wanted to get good tan lines.
âHm?â He finally glances away from you and to Felix.
âStop staring ya? Are you gonna get in the pool or just stand there like an idiot?â Felix scowls a bit, but lets it go when Oliver spits out a small apology and makes his way into the pool.
Thumb rubbing at your hot skin, you could still feel Oliverâs eyes on you every so often as him and Felix split off into random conversation.Â
Huffing, you finally felt uncomfortable enough to stand up, âIâm going back inside and changing into some lounging clothes. Wanna watch a movie later?â You lean in and give him a small peck on his lips, to which he follows them until youâre fully standing again. He whines a bit but nods.Â
âIâll see you in a bit? Me and Oliver are going to stay out here a bit longer.â You watch his eyes darken a bit, but just push it away and give him a nod, before making your way back into the house and towards your shared room.
Pulling the hot bathing suit off of your body, you felt small chills at the cool air of the house hitting you. Walking into Felixâs side of the closet you pull out one of his shirts, and then a pair of your sleeping shorts. Specifically the ones from brandy melville you had just gotten recently. Pulling the shorts up your legs, and the large shirt over your head, it falls just above your knees completely covering the shorts.Â
Hearing the door open, you assume itâs Felix. âHey I was just about to come get you.â You speak turning around but freezing at his current state. His knuckles were red and bloody, and his hair was messy. âOh my god!â You exclaim, quickly moving to grab his hands and hold them to your face and examine them.Â
âDonât worry, itâs not my blood.â He reassures you, but it doesnât make you feel any better.Â
âWhat happened?â You exclaim again, pulling him and pushing him to sit down on the bed. Quickly running to the bathroom, you grab the med kit that sat in the cupboard and move back to stand in front of him.Â
Pulling out an alcohol wipe, you wipe down his knuckles till all the blood is gone, only leaving bruises. âOliver wonât be a problem anymore. Heâs going home.â
Surprise covered your face as you glanced back up at him. âWhy? I thought you liked Oliver?â
âYa. I donât like when he gives my girlfriend googly eyes and stares at her every bloody second he has though.â He mutters, leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips before pulling you on top of him affectionately.Â
âI love you, Fe.â You mutter to him, cuddly into his chest.
âI love you too, baby. Donât ever make yourself uncomfortable for me.â
authorâs note. âż i need this man so bad itâs not even funny. smut (fingering, oral f receiving, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, praise, marking, voyeurism I guess idk) it's been a while since I wrote something on this account and its not proofread so be nice, also a bit of a rushed ending??
word count. ⨞ 2.7k
The harsh thud of the car door closing awoke you from your mid-day reverie by the lake. The sun was beaming down on you almost bare body, only covered by a bikini. It was hotter than usual and everyone else at saltburn seemed to share your complaints. The heat aside the weather was pleasantâFelix on the other hand looked less than.
He looked annoyed, almost upset, even from far away. When he exited the car Oliver and Felix went their separate ways, Oliver looking just as unhappy. You wondered what happened in just few hours that couldâve soured their moods but it was only a few moments later when Felix approached you, grinning in attempt to hide the scowl he was dressed in minutes earlier.
Once he reached your figure he towered over your body as you laid on the dock. Having well acknowledge the heat now and your lack of clothing he discarded his shirt and quickly lowered his frame over yours so that his was barely hovering over yours.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked.
He shook his head with a small grin. ânothing.â
You scoffed. âLiar.â He raised his brows.
âWhatâs wrong?â You prodded again. He dropped his head in hesitation, his lip between his teeth as he contemplated telling you what happened on his and Oliverâs road trip, what he felt, what the truth wasâbut he couldnât. Not yet anyways.
He looked up at you. âI- Oliver just said something and it hurt me more than I thought it would.â
You sat up, the two of you adjusting your bodies as you did so. You stared intently at his face, watching how his eyes glossed over and how he could barely hold your gaze. It was a different demeanor than what other people knew, one of the more human parts that made people fall in love with him.
You lifted his face towards yours. âIâm sorry.â The silence that followed after your statement determined he wasnât interested in sharing anything deeper than the surface of the matter.
He looked back at Saltburn then back at you. âDonât be.â
You scrunched your brows. âHm?â
âI donât know,â He said earnestly. âItâs not your fault, I shouldâve listened to you earlier. You kept saying you had a bad feeling about him and I didnât really take it to heartâŚtilâ now I guess.â
âOh, Felix,â You sighed, cupping his face, your hand over his jaw subliminally believing that it would release the tension he held there.
âHeâs out tomorrow.â His hand caressed yours as it rested on his cheek.
âReally?â
âReally.â He confirmed. âMaybe now I can get you, alone, yeah?â His body pushed yours back down on the doc so he was hovering over you once again.
"Felix," You laughed. "Always distracting me, aren't you."
"No 'm not," he mumbled, nipping at your earlobe. "You weren't doing anything important anyways."
"I was going to ask another question," You giggled.
"Okay," He answered, pushing himself so that he kneeled above you, a knee on either side of your torso. "What?"
When he was playful like this he was such a beautiful sight in front of you, you almost felt bad asking him a question as if you were ruining the mood.
"You're not really kicking him out are you? I feel bad."
He sighed. "I am kicking him out and you shouldn't feel bad, heâs in the business of misery itâs almost like his job to make people feel bad." He crawled back over you once again, something heavier within him now. You could see it in the way he clenched his jaw, his clouded eyes. His mouth made its way back to your body, this time trailing down your stomach, beginning to leave marks you knew youâd have to hide at the party tonight.
âFelix,â You frowned. âI just-â
He cut you off. âEnough, alright. He was a creep anyways, you said it yourself,â He told you and you nodded, internally agreeing.
âHeâs going home after the party.â
The feel of his voice as he mumbled into your skin was enough for you to stop thinking about the situation for the moment. It wasnât until nightfall you were reminded of Oliver's unrelenting presenceâit was his birthday after all. Still, no matter where you were in Saltburn, you couldn't help but feel a pair of eyes upon you, you couldnât help but feel that you were never alone.
"Can we go somewhere a little more private?" You asked Felix and he hardly registered the question. His hands up your dress the lights were dim, colored strobe lights bleeding in from the outside. The room was close to empty but the music could be heard throughout the house. You could ask him anything to anyone and it wouldnât really mean anythingâand it didn't help that the two of you were getting dizzy on champagne.
So, you didn't ask you question again but your eyes flickered to the maze that could be seen from the window and he understood what you wanted.
"Whatever you want, angel." He grinned, pulling his hands away to grab yours, taking you to the garden.
You scrunched your brows together. "I should be calling you that y'know."
He laughed with you. "You have wings too."
"But I'm a fairy"
"Close enough." You laughed to yourself as you and Felix walked through the house and towards the maze. There was a bottle of champagne in your left, Felixâs hand in your right, grounding you with each step. The more the time passed the less ideal it felt to walk in heelsâyou thought of ditching them all together. Still, they held the integrity of your costume, matching the chosen Midsummer Night's Dream theme. You'd dressed up as a fairy, donning flowers in your hair and a frilly slip dress, the costume obviously incomplete without wings.
Your heels pierced through the dirt once youâd made it to the grass, your feet sinking slightly with each step. You groaned to yourself, not going unnoticed by Felix.
âYou okay?â He asked, stopping to turn to you.
âMy heels,â You answered.
He furrowed his brows. âWhat about them?â
âWellâŚâ You hesitated. âTheyâre killing my feet and they keep sinking into the dirt. Theyâre gonna get dirty.â
âWeâll we canât have that know can we,â Felix replied, picking you in on fell swoop, your body now in his arms, your legs dangling from his grasp.
"Felix," You giggled his named through broken laughs, surprised with the immediacy of his action.
"What? You know I'd do anything for my best girl," He told you, returning the wide lipped smile on your face.
"I didn't ask you anything."
"You didn't have to."
You went limp in his arms as you sighed, comparable to an act of defiance as if you were annoyed, as if he did something wrong; but you knew he couldn't if he tried. He shook his head but the smirk on his lips was undeniable as he carried you the rest of the way to the center of the maze.
"You're insufferable, won't even let me carry you," He carped, putting you down and letting you lean against the cold metal of the statue as you put the bottle of champagne on the ground beside you.
"I did and you love me," You retorted, inching your face towards his, leaving a sliver of space between your lips. The bronze on your back that chilled your skin was a stark contrast to the heat radiating from Felix's body, from the warmth of the air around you. It was intoxicating, his breath on your skin and the breeze of the wind. Looking up at him you could see that carnal glimmer in his eyes when his hands roamed your body only moments earlier, and this morning on the dock. It was something you craved and that was something he knew and savored the fact.
"Well I can't deny that," He smirked before closing the gap between the two of you. You could feel the indent of his grin as he kissed you, his lips turned up into a wicked smile, something more depraved, but still, nonetheless, Felix.
"Why don't I finished what I started earlier, love?" He asked against you not bothering to pull away and you only moaned in approval. His lips traveled from yours to the lobe of your ear so he knew you could hear him clearly.
"You need to use your words, darling."
"Yes," You keened, wantingâneeding more than what was being given.
"Good girl," He hummed, his hands drawing down the straps of your dress before they traced down the rest of your body all the way to your thighs. He hooked his hands under them, lifting you to sit on the base of the statue.
"This okay?" He asked, looking into your eyes for conformation, the raise of his eyebrows encouraging it verbally as well.
"Yeah," You sighed breathelessly. "But I still need you."
He smirked again. "Let me fix that then."
Felix's hands gently lowered the front of your dress, exposing your breasts and taking one of them into his mouth, moaning around it.
"You're beautiful, darling" He mumbled, groaning as his tongue slid over your hard nipple. His words were genuine but you couldn't help but feel a little cheesy, kicking your foot playfully at his leg and you felt his erection, hard as you did so.
"And you know that already," He chuckled, sucking your nipple more aggressively. "But it's true." His words made you ache with impatience, whine with desire. Felix pulled back before lowering himself to his knees, his eyes not daring to leave yours. Only when he licked an agonizingly slow, sloppy stripe against your clothed cunt his eyes focused on the sight in front of him.
You breath hitched in anticipation as he pulled down your panties with his teeth and taking them off, shooting you a wink as he pocketed them. Immediately after his gaze moved back to your wet pussy, wasting no time in tasting you.
He dropped his head and his tongue slithered to your clit, flicking the pearl a few times before wrapping his lips around it. Your core was hot against his face, your scent, heady and electrifying; he could spend hours between your legs. Your hand went to claw at his hair, your fingers entangling with his brown locks.
"Ri-Right there," You breathed, attempting your best to string a coherent thought together, but it was hard when one of his hands massaged the outside of your thigh while the other came up to your empty hand. Your fingers interlocking, his thumb kneading the side of your palm as he sucked harder at your clit. You squeezed it as you released strangled moans, strained from the attempt to stay quiet.
"You can be louder, love. No one else is going to hear you except me." You didn't believe him, swearing you heard something in the bushes move along with the fact that there was a full blown party happening in his house right now; but you couldn't help yourself either.
He slipped two fingers into you, eliciting a lewd moan with ease. Your legs pressed together and he almost felt suffocated at the momentary feeling of being entirely enveloped by youâbut it was exactly what he wanted.
"Oh God, Felix," You fingers digging deeper into his scalp and he groaned.
His movements were mindless and uncalculated, but they had you reeling each time. He knew your body like a book, where to touch to have your head spinning. The longer he spent between you legs, the louder your moans got, your hips helplessly bucking up to meet his fingers and mouth.
"Atta' girl," he murmured against you core. "Cum for me, love, I can feel you squeezing me."
Your movements got sloppier, raunchier, as your orgasm approached swiftly. It struck you like a bolt of lightning, your body overtaken with rapture and relief. Felix watched as you come down from your high, his fingers still working you over.
"You did so well f'me," He coaxed, finally removing his fingers from your core and scaling up your body, his moving to cling to yours and swallowing any soft moans you had left.
"Need you," You whispered as his lips nipped at yours.
"Need me or my cock?" He chuckled, drunk on you.
"You know what I mean," You replied, hands already to undo the buckle of his belt.
He stopped you before you could go any further. "I know, I just want to hear you say it, darling."
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, the smile on your lips indicating otherwise. His brows darted up, goading you on.
"Please?" He pressed and you exhaled in pleasure, in desire.
"Need you inside me, Felix." The corners of his mouth turned up into that smug smirk you've known for so long and he nodded in thanks.
"As you wish, my love."
He was rock hard, heavy and hot in your hands, precum dripping from his tip. You were just as wet and desperate as he reached down as he lined himself up with your entrance, sheathing himself inside you without another moment of hesitation. His arms caged your body under him as he hissed at the feeling. He gave you a a moment, letting you adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you.
"You're so tight," He praised as he kissed you, moaning into your mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips started slow, gently rolling into yours, your clit brushing up into his pelvic bone at just the right angle. Felix tuned into how your moans falter when he hit just right spot, the sensation going straight to your core.
"Feels so good," You keened as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you.
"Yeah? Tell me about it," He asked as he increased his pace, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless, evoking obscene noises from you. You wrapped your legs around his torso, heels digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper as his cock hit your g-spot repeatedly.
You were sure your nails were going to leave a mark as they clawed into his shoulders while his hand slowly travelled to your core, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit to help you reach your climax. You clenched around him in a manner so desperate, cunt fluttering around his cock. You didnât have time to tell him you were cumming, screaming and sobbing as ecstasy hit you like a brick wall. You arched your back as his name fell from your lips again and again like a hopeless prayer. He followed suit seconds later, soaked with you as buried his head into the crook of your neck. He came with a strident cry as he bottomed out, filling you to the brim. You went limp under him as he panted weakly with his voice hoarse in your ear.
Still hazy from your climax your eyes widened as you saw Oliver walk into the maze. Felix didn't hear him, but he took note of your expression.
"What? Are you okay? What's-"
You interrupted him. "Oliver." Felix's head whipped around to the man standing behind him.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Felix exclaimed and you pulled your legs from his torso and fixed your dress. Felix pulled up his trousers, buckling up his belt before fully turning to face Oliver.
"What are you doing here, mate? I mean, really?" You didn't say anything, composing yourself as Felix stood in front of you. Oliver opened his mouth to speak but Felix cut him off before he could explain himself.
"Actually I don't wanna fucking know, I've seen enough." He sighed and looked back to check on you.
âI think you should go,â You said to Oliver. âBefore you do anything more to embarrass yourself.â The words were harsh as they came out of your mouth but you didnât know what else to say. You watched as he walked away with his shoulders slumped, no doubt some guilt weighing them down.
âAre you alright?â Felix asked you, turning back around. You nodded still processing what had just happened as it seemed the champagne had worn off a while ago. You grabbed the bottle off the ground and held it up, offering it to Felix with a smile he didn't hesitate to reciprocate back.
"To Oliver's fucking party!" You laughed confused as ever, taking a swig of the bottle before he grabbed it from you.
