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Birthday Sex
pairing: Felix Catton x F!reader
summary: title speaks for itself honestly.. it’s your birthday and Felix has a gift for you!
warnings: mentions of weed, oral (r receiving), fingering, cursing, teasing,not proof read. (lmk if i missed something)
A/N: HI GUYS ITS MY BIRTHDAY!! I know i always disappear but i wanted to write small something for you guys to celebrate! (also thought it was funny how my bday is on 4/20.) Hope you enjoy!
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You didn’t know how you got here to be honest. Everything was a blur since you just smoked a few spliffs with Felix a few moments ago. The asshole knew it was your birthday and didn’t get you a gift. You were gonna beat his ass but now you didn’t need to. His head between your thighs was a heavenly sight. Watching him eat you out like a starved man was making you get wetter by the second.
Your head was reeling from the pleasure you felt as Felix slurped you down, his hands gripping you waist and slowly trailing up and down your ass and legs. His tongue stuck out as he flicked up and down your clit, acting like a maniac between your legs. Your back arched slightly and you throw your head back, everything becoming a blur and your vision darkening. The only thing apparent was the pleasure you felt and Felix's smug look as he looked up at you. "You seem to really like this hm?"
You look back at him and nod your head eagerly, dragging your teeth against your plump bottom lip. "Yes Felix… your fucking tongue." You laugh breathlessly as he kisses up your stomach, trailing his way up to you. He places his lips on yours eagerly, the taste of the weed filling your senses. Felix's hand snakes down your stomach and his digits tease your wetness, slowly slipping a finger inside your tight and warm entrance. He chuckled into the kiss as he heard the noises you made. Pulling away, you wrap your arms around his neck and he nuzzles his head into your shoulder. He kisses your neck softly, peppering it in kisses as he continues to finger you.
“Shhh..” He shushes you in an attempt to quiet you. “Calm yourself baby.” He whispers as he pulls away. Whimpers and moans fall from your lips and he rolls his eyes. “Quiet.” He says more sternly. He slowly, and oh so painfully, pulls his fingers from your pussy, drawing you to suck your teeth at him. “You want me to stop princess?”
“No. Don’t be a dick, it’s my birthday.” You pout in response to his smug look. “Safe.” He retorts as he snorts, plunging his fingers back into your slickness. “Oh fuckkk.” You hiss at him as you bring your arm from around his neck and cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “So good Felix..” You whine. “Yeah?” He mocks you as he looks back between your thighs, your pussy was astonishing to him. He loved seeing your clit glistening from his saliva and your pussy swallowing his fingers.
“You’re so good for me.” Felix says in a sarcastic tone causing you to moan, unable to tell him off. He rolls his eyes playfully as he turns back to you, moving your hand from your mouth and pressing his lips on yours sloppily. His tongue swirls in your mouth again, your eyes squeezing shut and hands tangling in his hair. He moans into your mouth, going faster as he notices your breathing quickening. Your thighs close around his hand as you buck your hips up into his fingers.
Being pussy drunk and high was amazing.
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#smut#x reader#fem reader#imagine#saltburn#jacob elordi#jacob elordi smut#jacob elordi x reader#felix catton smut#felix catton#jacob elordi imagine#felix catton imagine#felix catton x reader
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Sitting with your back against Astarion’s chest as he suckles at your neck, drinking down your life blood. With each mouthful, his cock gets impossibly harder, pressing into the small of your back. His dexterous fingers tease at your chest and thighs, just hinting at what’s to come.
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I’m feeling down bad tonight sorry guys.
Carmy is the type of guy to literally lay his head on your thigh and watch while his cum drips out of you. When it’s about to fall onto the sheets, he’ll catch it with his fingers and push it back up inside of you. Like it will get to the point that you’ve fallen asleep and he’s still laying on your thigh just watching. It’s so mesmerizing to him.
Before he actually ends up going to sleep… he eats you out. It’s happened a few times before where you’ve woken up in the middle of it to him lapping up all of his cum dripping out of your hole. He gets even more desperate when he’s realized you’re awake, meeting your sleepy eyes as he brings you to orgasm.
Other times though you stay asleep and he just laps at you until he’s happy and then cuddles up beside you to go to sleep 🫶🏻
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Baby Pink
Saltburn: Felix Catton x fem!reader, Oliver Quick x fem!reader
Sweet and Spicy Bingo Collection
Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI)
WC: 1 k
Prompt: Ew for @sweetspicybingo
Warnings: voyeurism, fingering, mild exhibitionism, humiliation, panty sniffing, masturbation, sub!Oliver, mild fem!dom, Oliver creeping about
You discover Oliver has nicked a private item of yours
*comments/reblogs are appreciated
A hazy veil of cigarette smoke filled the air as your back pressed against the wall. The dark wash jeans were slung low on your hips, the thin straps of your baby pink g-string peeking over the denim band. Felix’s hand popped open the button of your jeans before sliding the zipper down slowly as his tongue traced across your lips. Adrenaline and desire pulsated through your body, arousal dampening the scrap of fabric between your legs. His large fingers quickly pushed the lace to the side before giving a lazy drag of his fingers across your folds.
A small gasp rolled from your mouth as you rocked against his fingers. It was a secluded enough corner that you didn’t care, too drunk from the booze for it to truly matter. You wanted his fingers buried inside your cunt, curling inside to bring you to orgasm. The tingling taste of vodka was still on your tongue until Felix’s plunged inside, his fingers moving in unison as two sank deep inside your pussy. Your eyelashes fluttered, clenching around him, as you kissed him hungrily. His tongue rolled over yours as his fingers curved inside, hitting that sweet spot.
The steady rhythm of his fingers had you drowning in ecstasy. The kiss broke, your head turning to the side as Felix’s thumb dragged lazily across your clit, making your body shake with pleasure. When you fluttered your eyes open as the orgasm pulsed through you, you saw a face peering around the dark corner; two startling blue eyes locked onto you and Felix. What a pervert, you thought, but you couldn’t be bothered to care too much as you soaked Felix’s fingers.
“Did you enjoy that, love?” Felix whispered in your ear, sliding his wet fingers out.
“I did,” you breathed, slowly coming down from the high.
“Let’s find a more private room then,” he grinned, and you giggled, letting him drag you off.
You weren’t sure whose bed this was as you and Felix stripped naked, clothing strewn across the floor, as he bent you over the edge and buried deep inside you. His fingers tangled in your hair, hips snapping sharply against your flesh. You were so lost in the throes of pleasure that you didn’t notice those same pair of blue eyes lurking through the cracked door frame or the way he silently crept in to snatch away your lacy g-string, the damp patch still present. You didn’t think twice when you couldn’t find them after dressing once you and Felix were finished fucking. You were happy to shower, down some painkillers and water, then bury under your blanket to sleep the night off.
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You rapt on Oliver’s door, tapping your foot as you waited for an answer. Felix, the absolute lazy slag, had skipped out on a few introductory economics lectures and begged you to ask Oliver for the notes. He had given you his best puppy dog eyes, so you had trudged across campus to the student lodging Oliver resided in. You didn’t know him well, but Felix was apparently a fan. When Oliver opened the door, your heart stopped as you met his gaze—those eyes.
“Did you need something?” he asked, glasses slumped down the slope of his nose.
You swallowed, taking a moment to find your voice. “Um, yeah. Felix sent me to get some lecture notes from you.”
“Sure, come in, I’ll grab them for you.”
You stepped into his room, surprised at how neat it was, considering Felix sometimes lived like an absolute slob. You scanned around, feeling your mouth go dry, when you spotted the thin baby pink strap peeking from the top drawer of his dresser. The sparkly heart charm that connected the back was a dead giveaway that it was yours. The dirty little fucker. Oliver turned to hand you his notebook, jaw dropping when he saw the knickers dangling from your finger.
“You’re a bad boy, Oliver,” you smirked, delighting in how his cheeks turned red from embarrassment.
“Come on, I was just having a bit of fun. No need to get your knickers in a twist over it,” he huffed.
“Funny, considering how you stole my knickers. Hmmm, I suppose I could let it go….if you tell me what you did with them.”
“Nothing!” he snapped, fists clenched at his sides.
“Really? Didn’t have a wank, didn’t put them on and parade about along in your room…come on now.”
You stepped closer to him, reaching out to cup his flushed cheek. “Well….” he stammered.
“Tell me, I promise it will be our little secret,” you whispered.
“Might have…had a wank while smelling them.”
“Did you enjoy how they smelled, Ollie?”
“Y…yeah….smelled like you and Felix.”
Your lips hovered close to his, breathing in the sharp musk of his skin. “I want you to show me.”
His lips were parted, his pink tongue darting out to wet them as his hand fumbled with his trousers. They puddled around his ankles, soon joined by his blue and white plaid boxers. You inhaled sharply as his cock came into view. It was an impressive size, one to rival Felix.
“My, you’re a big boy,” you purred, wincing as soon as the cliché words left your mouth. You stepped closer to him and pressed the knickers under his nose. “Go on, take a whiff, dirty boy.”
A sharp intake of air cut through the heavy tension in the room as he breathed in deeply, shivering in the aftermath. His eyes locked onto yours as his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft, slowly pumping his cock. His breathing grew ragged while his hand sped up until pearly ropes of cum sprang forth, coating his hand and making your clit throb. You used the knickers to gently wipe away the mess splattered on him before letting the sticky fabric fall to the floor..
“Good boy,” you praised, leaning to kiss him and tasting the salt of sweat on his plush lips.
“You promise you won’t tell? Especially not Felix?” His voice was a soft whimper.
“I promise it will be our little secret,” you assured him.
You took his notebook, tucking it into your shoulder bag before scooping up the skimpy knickers and pressing them into his palm. “You can keep them.”
You gave him a quick, chaste peck on the lips before leaving Oliver standing there, pants around his ankles, bare-arsed, flaccid cock exposed with your soiled knickers gripped tightly in his hand.
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UNTOUCHED. 18+
pairing. dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader
word count. 2967
summary. you thought your crush on your dad’s best friend would never be reciprocated. but it turns out, that’s not true
warnings. 18+ only!! age gap (20s, 40s) dbf, 'experienced' virgin reader, body worship, titty stuff, fingering, unprotected pinv sex, soft dom bucky. minors dni
rewrote this from a request I did
You often felt a spiral of shame surrounding your thoughts. Thoughts that no one should be having of a parents friend.
And yet, it was happening.
These abashed notions of your father's best friend clouded your mind far too regularly for you not to question your moral judgment. You would often find moments where you told yourself lies to feel better, saying that it was natural to feel this way about someone you can't have - someone you shouldn't have. But with most things in life, the more you can't have it, the more you want it.
This impromptu lakehouse vacation with your parents and said friend has been the most challenging strain on your ethical code. Every stolen glance feeling that much more intimate, given the circumstance. Almost confined within the same household for the past several days - forced into family dinners, nudged into game nights, all of it intensifying your attraction towards him.
These thoughts of utter infatuation continue as you watch Bucky and your dad at the pool table across the room, your pen tapping rhythmically on your chin as you pretend to think about the words on the notepad. Your perfect little ruse while you gawk at the hunky man leaning over the felt table, large bicep flexed with the cue slotted underneath.
Staring at him like that with eyes so eager and attentive made you feel juvenile —pathetic— the whirlwind of schoolgirl-like emotions that followed with a crush so prohibited made you feel confused. It would've been easier to take a liking to a guy your own age, to a guy you'd maybe have a shot with, but no. It was on someone completely off-limits and someone you should not be thinking of in the way you do.
The illogical connotations that followed with the infatuation seemed to heighten everything - everything within your little delusion growing more and more dramatised.
So now, when you meet Bucky's momentary gaze from across the way for the fifth time, you begin to overthink everything, all prior thoughts spiralling out of control. With an uneasy inhale, you briefly drop your head into your hands and then collect your things, bunching everything into a pile - leaving it neatly on the coffee table.
You slip out of the main room, going undetected as you head for your bedroom across the house. Once within your own space, you take a moment to compose yourself - to give yourself a second to regulate the dirty thoughts that hogged the rational parts of your brain.
But to no avail, it fails.
Instead, you make your way into your ensuite and turn on the water, hoping that your second shower of the night will clean your mind this time.
You allow yourself some time in the shower, standing in near silence as you lather the soapy loofah on your skin, doing everything you can to fight off the want. All earlier feelings slowly being replaced by a slither of sanctity.
After a short while, you shut off the water and wrap a towel around your body, patting yourself dry before rubbing on some quick creams. Opening the door, you see an outline of someone sitting on the side of your bed - their —his— broad, upper figure acting as a surely silhouette in the moonlight.
"You're in the wrong room," you say - speaking softer than you'd have liked. "Shouldn't be in here," you add, gripping your towel tighter.
"No?" Bucky hums, almost pleased. Cocking his head to the side as his eyes slowly rake over you, gaze trailing up the exposed parts of your body that are lit in the moon's cast.
You shake your head, pointing at the door.
Instead of doing as you asked, he reaches for the lamp on your bedside table and flicks it on. Turning his attention back to you, he scans over your body with that subtle hint of possessiveness he often wears around you. Blue eyes bloomed up, taking you all in.
You rush over and hastily grab his hand - pulling down on the chained switch to turn it off. But his hand underneath yours pulls back down on it, letting in a gentle flood of light, allowing him to see you clearly again.
And only now do you really see his face. Eyes primal as they look up at you standing between his spread thighs, hand wrapped tightly over his on the pull-chain. Keeping his focus on you, he brings his spare hand up to rest on your hip, palm grazing along the towel covering the curve.
"Saw you looking at me earlier," he finally speaks, words faint and low as he slips his hands into both of yours - holding them.
You gently shake your head and divert your gaze to your hands, looking down at the difference in size - how his large ones almost engulf yours. "I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, tone breathy.
He brings your hands towards his face and places a soft kiss on the back of each, keeping his eyes locked at you from above. "Liar," he whispers into the skin. "Thought your parents taught you not to lie."
"Don't talk about them," you utter, breath catching in your chest, watching your hands in his.
"You don't want them to know you got a thing for your old man's friend?" he asks, voice silky as he fiddles with your fingers. The act like a tender caress, his big, rough hands uncharacteristically gentle with you - everything like you pictured them to be.
You shake your head a singular time, the motion faint.
"I don't want my friend to know I have a thing for his daughter either."
Meeting his now earnest eyes, you see that he held truth within his confession - his expression purely genuine under your focus. His fingers continue with the playful teasing in yours, his sole attention locked on you standing between his wide-spread thighs.
He carefully releases your hands and lets them hang at your sides, your fingertips skimming at his knees. Your eyes hone in on him, intently watching him resume his visual survey of you.
His hands reach for the opening of your towel, looking up to a hesitant expression on your face - features pulled together with uncertainty. This was all so foreign to you, and you didn't know what do to with yourself. You've wanted this so bad, for so long, but now that it was actually and finally about to happen, you felt at a loss.
"You haven't done this before?" he asks rhetorically, knowing what that tentative look means.
With your silence, his question gets answered. That same possessive expression resurfacing.
He weaves a finger to the opening at the bottom of the towel, hooking it aside to reveal the very upper of your thigh - the soft, plushy skin looking the more tempting.
"I'll be gentle with you," he whispers, voice hoarse as his finger slips higher, exposing the crease just under your hip bone - that irresistible line right next to your cunt. "You tell me to stop, and I will."
Though no words come from your lips - silently agreeing.
With his singular finger parting higher, the towel untucks from its hold around your chest, the fabric undoing and falling to the floor - pooling around your feet as you stand naked in front of him. His fully clothed self juxtaposing the sheer bareness of you.
His attention dances over your body slowly, taking all of you in - letting the image curate in his brain for safekeeping. Eyes temporarily focus in on your tits a mere foot away from his face, slowly travelling down your stomach and finally to the beautiful, tempting, untouched thing between your thighs. Your pussy.
He places his palms back over your hips, hands almost dwarfing you as he guides you closer - making you take a step towards him.
"So no one has ever..." he starts, bringing his hands up to cup your tits. "Seen them, touched them?" he asks, rolling them gently, eyes flicking up at you.
"No," you utter, bottom lip bitten as you eagerly watch him palm your breasts.
"Good," he murmurs, brushing his thumbs over the perk nipples.
The action causes a hitch in your breath, his touch so unlike that of your own during late-night solo sessions - the feeling of another person's touch coating your body with goosebumps.
He leans in closer to you and presses a kiss into your rib, the faint contact of his lips on your skin making you shudder. Though, he doesn't pull away. He continues with a trail of soft kisses up the underneath part of one of your tits, lips grazing along the dome-like shape - eyes locked on yours.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it - tongue flicking over it leisurely between kisses. Shame and lust and excitement rise to heat your cheeks, and you drop your head backwards at the feeling, puffed lips parting as you squeeze your eyes shut.
"Feel good, hm?" he muffles against the plush of your tit, moving to the other - giving it the same attention.
You hum sweetly, mind blank. You bring your hands to rest on Bucky's broad shoulders, your fingers digging into the swell of his muscle as you use him for stability - thumbs brushing against the base of his neck. You straighten your neck to look down at him, watching the way his lips caress your nipples.
You glide a hand along the side of his head, teasing fingers dragging across his scalp as if to hold him there - like you were trying to keep him glued to you. But he pulls away, and you bashfully rip your hand from its placement in his hair.
"Sorry."
Resting his hands on your waist, he looks up at you, turning his attention away from the wetness around your nipples. "For what?"
"Think I made it awkward," you whisper.
"When?"
"Now. Just then."
"You didn't," he assures, trailing kisses down the valley of your chest, working featherlight pecks along the top of your abdomen.
"No?"
"No," he confirms.
His hands stroke over your hips, palms light and tender as they caress you. He nudges you forward, making you take another step closer - his grip directing you and making you perch upon his thigh, guiding you to straddle it.
His placement on your hips slips upwards, moving into a gentle but surely hold in the middle of your back. Like he was taking charge, doing the thinking for you - letting you turn your mind off.
You loosely drape your arms off his shoulders. "I haven't..." you start, pausing as if to think of the words. "Done... this before."
"I know," he hums and leans in to place a kiss at the base of your throat, trailing them upwards - working up to your jaw. "Don't worry about it. I got it."
With one hand now on the side of your face, the other in its spot on your lower back, he pulls you towards him and rolls over into the mattress, holding you to him as he does so. He repositions you underneath him - hovering from above to your side. Almost cradling you with his lips resuming their previous spot on your throat.
Bucky leisurely grazes his hand down your stomach, moving steadily towards your inner thighs. He's slow and teasing with it, making you wait - letting the anticipation build impossibly further before he finally slides to where you wanted him.
He slides the tips of his two middle fingers over your cunt, the pads coating with a creamy sheen of your arousal as he gently parts your folds. Like the feeling of his mouth on your breasts, this sensation was so unlike that of your own. The foreign touch of another person is solely enough to elicit gentle dulcet noises from you.
He pulls his forehead from that spot in the crook of your neck, adjusting to glance down at you - his eyes low and lidded as he looks into your eager ones. Your pretty eyes so trusting and willing under his attention.
He teases his middle finger around your entrance, the pressure almost non-existent as he circles over it. Just slow movements as he watches the knitting of your brows - the rest of your features blissfully pulling together. He's being so softly dominant with you, every touch made with tender precision.
He eases his finger into your cunt, the thickness of it a slight stretch as he curls it up into you, hooking up against that spongy spot. He keeps it there, pressing a kiss into your cheek.
Ever so slowly, he begins rocking it into you - the heel of his palm rubbing nicely against your clit as he does so. He's patient, listening to your body, waiting for it to tell him what it wants.
Even though you were inexperienced, that didn't mean you don't know your body - know what it wants. You've had years with yourself cultivating your likes, but you've just never had someone to fulfil them. You knew the things you need and where you needed them, and it happened that Bucky knew it, too. He knew it all without you having to voice it.
His finger pumps into your pussy, the motion a slow, steady rocking, moving into you as if he was trying to familiarise you - get you used to the feeling of having someone else inside of you.
"Listen to how wet you are."
He drags along the inside of your cunt before easing out and bringing his finger up to you, showing you the ringed milky sheen above his last knuckle. He licks over the skin to lap up your arousal - like the act was muscle memory, a process he didn't need to think about.
Your eyes compliant and eager as you look up at him, darting over his face as if to process what had just happened. The warm, fluttery feeling of being indulged pushed you into a tizzy and the look on his face as he did it, expanded the need unbearably further between your thighs.
He coos softly and readjusts you up the length of the bed. Cupping the back of your head, he peels it from the mattress and places a pillow underneath - getting you comfortable. Taking the lead, taking care of you.
Kneeling between your open thighs, he tugs off his tee, his upper body like everything you had pictured - rugged, sculpted, beefy, a true sight.
And he was on his knees, between your legs.
You lay there somewhat patiently, mind whirling as you watch his hands slip into the waistband of his plaid lounge bottoms, the slight force down on the fabric exposing himself to you. Your eyes rake down his stomach and to his happy trail, eager cock standing attentively below - the sight almost intimidating.
The first real cock you've seen and sure to ruin all future expectations.
He hovers over you, his weight anchored on a singular hand beside your head - the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he guides his head closer.
"I'll go slow," he whispers, his voice soft and gentle, speaking mere inches from your lips.
You nod, the motion faint as you slip your hands into the sides of his hair, fingers skimming his scalp. Doing what you've read - doing what you've seen, not letting your lack of experience awkwardly taint the moment you've been waiting for.
With his grip on the base of his cock, he nudges himself closer - his leaking tip pressing up against the warmth of your cunt. He pushes his head through your messy folds, collecting your arousal as if it were lube.
Easing his head into your pussy, he stills, letting you adjust to the unfamiliar sensation - the stretch of your walls opening to accustom him. Keeping his eyes on yours, he looks out for discomfort, only to find none - your features clouded with lust and bliss and obedience.
With your silent encouragement, he slips in a little more of himself - the girth of his upper shaft creating a mellow, tame burn in your cunt.
"Such a pro," he praises, moving the hand from his cock to place on the side of your face - his palm warm as it rests against your cheek, holding you. "S'good," he mutters, tone strained as he kisses under your jaw.
Your dulcet, sultry noises ring like music to Bucky's ears - the sounds like everything he's imagined them to be, if not better. The soft, breathy, whiney moans combined with the wet clicking of your cunt, egg him on more than he thought to be possible. More than he was used to.
He momentarily parts focus from your face, instead glancing down your stomach to look between your thighs, watching himself sink into you - the swallowing of your pussy pulling him back in for more. The creamy ring forming around the base of his cock. His new favourite sight.
Your eyes so full of lust and trust - everything about you in this position igniting something deeply possessive within him.
And though you were still new to sex, he wanted to ruin you - obliterate your standards so that you keep coming back for more. He knew in his mind that was wrong, but when he watches your face knit with waves of bliss, he can't help but think he's not alone in that feeling.
He knew this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. And in your heart, you knew that, too.
lwk hate this, but in my drafts so worth posting
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I’d let that little abnormality of a man do illegal things to me.
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Artemis
Oliver Quick x f!Reader
Part 2.
Part 1: Actaeon
Part 3.1: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.1)
Part 3.2: The Wrath of the Stag (ch.2)
Warnings: smut, oral, handjob, penetration sex.
Word Count: 5,5K
After the events of the last night, you didn't join in watching TV with the Cattons and Oliver. No, you weren't tired, but you were overwhelmed with emotions and all that had happened. Besides, you couldn't imagine how you could just go and watch telly with Oliver after that. It would be too embarrassing to pretend that nothing had happened, and you didn't think he'd be able to keep his face either.
So, you just went to your bed, tossing and turning for most of the night, thinking about what scenes in the bathroom. It felt like Oliver's hands were still ghostly wandering all over your body...
You came to breakfast very sleepy and visibly a little lost. It was a beautiful and sunny morning, and all Saltburn habitants were sitting at a table outside and eating various treats.
"Good morning, everyone!" you said, not being able to hold back a yawn.
"Good morning, sweetheart!" Elspeth replied, looking at you worriedly, "Is everything alright?"
Felix echoed his mother's look, slightly raising his eyebrows in concern. The others were busy with their own conversations, and only Oliver silently cast a brief glance at you, returning to eating his full English breakfast.
"Yes, it's okay, I'm just... I couldn't fall sleep for a while."
"Okay," Elspeth nodded, satisfied with your rather innocuous answer.
When you took a seat at the table opposite Oliver, you couldn't look into his eyes, your stomach was twisting, not from the hunger, but from the excitement. You didn't feel like eating at all. Duncan brought you eggs cooked in your favorite way, you nodded gratefully to him, but you were in no hurry to eat. Oliver noticed it.
"Is something wrong?" he asked innocently, looking up at you.
"Um, I'm just... I don't know, I guess I'm just not hungry right now."
"Hmm. Well, but I am. I've been hungry since last night. Very much," he chuckled, returning to his meal with appetite.
You gulped. It seems that he didn't mean breakfast at all now?
That had how your morning went, and then you went about your own business. Oliver, Felix, Farleigh and Venetia went to play tennis. You dismissed the game, and even more so there were exactly four of them. Instead, you went for a walk in gardens of Saltburn, read a book in a shady gazebo and muse upon the evening ahead. So, the evening had finally come, forcing the hot sun to forget about itself until the next day.
You thought and decided to politely decline the dinner. To be honest, you were feeling sick with excitement, and you definitely wouldn't be able to eat anything at dinner, especially if Oliver would be looking at you. It was better to seem a little weird now than to get a bunch of unwanted questions later.
Instead, you decided to stay in your room, citing a slight indisposition. You really had it, though, for a different reason. You lied down on the bed and began to remember the last night. His touch, his breathing, his piercing blue eyes that turned dark with desire at that moment... a desire for you.
It was hard to even believe it, but it seemed that was it. Your breathing got heavy when you started running your fingers over your lips, feeling your hot breath on your fingers, because you imagined that it were Oliver's fingers...
... ohh. You definitely needed to do something about it tonight.
* * *
"Where have everyone gone? I've been looking for y’all for half an hour," you said, finding Oliver in the library, who was comfortably settled in an armchair and reading a book.
"They're playing Uno. It seems that Felix and Farleigh will quarrel even more than yesterday over the remote control, and Venetia is also with them."
"Why aren't you with them too?"
"I'm not a fan of these kinds of games," Oliver explained with an emphasis on "these" not even looking up from his book.
"Mm, yes, about Venetia. Although she is not giving concerts in the bathroom tonight, but now there is only cold water running, apparently there is also some kind of heating malfunction, and the second bathroom still has not yet been repaired..."
At this point, Oliver looked up at you, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Oh, really?"
"Mhm..." you confirmed, biting your lip.
He looked at you searchingly, tilting his head slightly to the side. Then, with a rising smile, he replied to you, "Of course. Enjoy yourself," and returned to reading his book. That was it, there was no further reaction or words from Oliver.
"F-fine." That was it? For some reason, you hoped that he would somehow hint that he would also join you, or at least react livelier to your words. But you had no choice but to go back to your room, get a bathrobe and go to that bathroom. You didn't bring a towel. Okay, Oliver, if you wanted to play ignore, we could arrange that.
Going into the bathroom of Oliver and Felix, you began to fill the tub. The room greeted you again with a pleasant dim lighting and the hum of water flowing down. His incomprehensible indifference throughout the day had upset you and even slightly angered you. Therefore, this time you had already put things on Felix's half on purpose and took his towels, no matter what Oliver had asked you to do.
After a while, you sank into the pleasantly hot water and began to wait. More precisely, at first you were really relaxing, but with every passing minute you were rather waiting for Oliver more than enjoying the process. But he did not come.
"Damn," you swore inwardly, and just as you were starting to think about getting out of the bath and getting ready, Oliver walked into the room.
"Hello!-" you started.
"Hi," he replied shortly and walked into his room, hardly looking at you. What?
You changed your mind about getting out of the bathtub right now and decided to sit in it until something would happen. About 5 minutes later Oliver came out, dressed in a domestic white tank top and stiped blue boxers. Your stomach turned over from this intimacy of his outfit. He went to his bathroom table, turned the water on and, as if nothing had happened, began to brush his teeth. He didn't start a conversation with you.
"So, uh, how was your day?" you began hesitantly, turning your head towards him.
"We played tennis, then took a dip in the pool, and then I enjoyed reading in the evening. Well, you’ve seen it."
"Yeah, that’s great..."
"And how was yours?"
"Not like... how I thought it would pass. I think I feel weird..."
"It must be because you didn't sleep well today. Go to bed early, yeah?"
"Huh? Yeah, I guess..."
You were a little lost. You looked at Oliver from behind, but he didn't turn to you. Of course, he was looking at you in the mirror again. He was a little on edge right now. This evening was not going quite the way he had imagined, but it was even intriguing.
The thing was that he had decided not to do anything with the second bathroom today. He overheard a conversation that the first bathroom had not been repaired again today, as the workers had confused the date and would arrive only tomorrow. So, it was even interesting for him to put it in the hands of fate. Would Venetia take over the only left bathroom again? Or would you just come in and innocently, hiding your gaze, ask Felix again or even Oliver himself if you could use their the bathroom again. Or maybe you would silently, struggling with your shame and desire, come to their bathroom and use it, hoping that something similar to the previous time would happen? Oh, he would definitely make your desires, which you were still afraid to admit to yourself, come true.
But no. You came to him and lied to him about the second bathroom, looking straight into his eyes.
"So, Y/N, do you want to remain innocent, but at the same time you know how to lie in your favor? It's interesting. You're beautiful and you did take a sacred bath, and now you really think you can be Artemis in every sense? No, no, no. No. Dear, there can only be one hunter here, and that's me," Oliver thought to himself, "And if you want to play on my field, well, I'll show you how it’s done."
With these thoughts, Oliver bit his lip contentedly, continuing to read the book while you left the library, but his thoughts drifted further and further away from the subject of reading.
At first, he wanted to nonchalantly go into the bathroom and, while he was brushing his teeth, catch your glances with his skin, hear your rapid breathing and catch the sounds of your feet fidgeting in the water. Then, having played enough with this longing, he would help you get out of the bathroom, wipe your beautiful naked hot body with his towel, hold your hands and take you to his room, where he would give you all the pleasure you would wish for. And this time he would have taken everything he wanted from you, enjoying you at its fullest.
But no.
You left your stuff on Felix's side. You took his towels. He told you not to do that.
His teeth almost bit his toothbrush in half when he saw it through the mirror. Was it an act of defiance, a way to attract extra attention, or a way to cause jealousy? Y/N, don't be a fool. But he hated to admit it, that some kind of jealousy had appeared in him anyway, and he was mad about it. No, don't you even dare to think that way. You were his, you would be only his.
The mood for a slow and sensual night has evaporated completely. Right now, Oliver could only bend you over and fuck you properly. Yes, that would be sweet too. But still, he didn't want to ruin everything and start your relationship like this. He'd better go to bed now, and tomorrow he’d know better.
"So, I'm going to bed, too. Good night, Y/N," Oliver said calmly, clutching the toothbrush in his hands with all his might, making it almost break it a second time.
You were left alone in the bathroom. What had happened? Were you too persistent, and Oliver was upset by your persistence? Or was he really that angry about your stuff left on Felix's table? It also occurred to you that he somehow intuitively felt and was upset about your lies, but of course he couldn't know that. But you still felt somehow guilty.
After getting out of the bathtub and draining the water, you dried yourself with a towel and, putting on your bathrobe, leaned your hands on the sink on Felix's side. You looked in the mirror and thought what should you do. No, you couldn't just walk away, there was too much left unsaid.
*Knock-knock*
"Oliver!"
The door opened a crack, in front of you there was Quick looking out of the darkness with his bright blue eyes. He took off his tank top and wore boxers only. You involuntarily looked at his beautiful torso, on which was nothing on but one chain, glittering on the neck. You gulped.
"Yes?" he asked in a low, hoarse voice.
"Can we talk?" this time it was you who walked into his room without waiting for an invitation or even more so a refusal.
You stepped into his dark, moonlit room. He stood a few inches away and silently looked you up and down. You continued, "You've been acting kind of weird all day, I'm sorry if this is me who..."
"Sorry" was enough for his pride and patience right now.
He silently pulled you to him, kissing you. You were very surprised, but you gave yourself up to this kiss with joy. Oliver kissed you passionately and long, then he took your hand and pulled you towards his bed. He carefully loosened the belt of your robe, admiring you from head to toe. Then he gently but abruptly threw you onto the bed and fell on top of you, leaning on his elbows and knees. Quick started kissing your neck, leaving hot prints of his lips on it, then he kissed your collarbone, then the place between your breasts. You started hugging him harder. Oliver continued his way down, kissing the place under your breasts and then slid his tongue over your stomach all the way to the bottom. You exhaled loudly, moving one hand to his soft hair on his head and squeezing it slightly.
He breathed out contentedly, and you could feel his smile on your skin. Then he cast a brief lustful glance at you, and went down even lower, to the most desired place. He kissed your inner thigh and then placed his lips on your folds. You felt his hot breath for a few seconds, as if he was enjoying this moment and didn't believe in it himself. Those few seconds seemed like an eternity to you, until he ran his tongue over your folds. You were already wet, so wet.
The tip of his tongue began to slowly glide up and down into the sensitive flesh all across your pussy, you left a sharp gasp. It was almost an electric feeling. Then he buried his mouth into you and started to run circles inside you with his wet and hot tongue. You began to moan softly while twitching your legs a little.
His hands were gripping your thighs, pulling your body even closer to his mouth. You buried both of your hands into his dark hair, letting a deep moan. Oliver was massaging your flesh from the inside, he was eating you out, almost humming to himself. Then he returned to caress your sensitive clit. You arched your back and you let out whine, burying hands deeper into his soft locks, almost tugging them. He let out satisfied pant and you looked down at him.
Gosh, he looked absolutely breathtaking, giving you a glare back with his piercing blue eyes on a half-seen face between your legs. And all this was happening in his moonlit room, like in some dark fairytale. It gave you a jolt of pleasure to the point you almost came.
He accelerated his pace and pressure until you tilted back your head and let out a long moan. You began to buck your hips but his hands were holding you firmly it almost hurt. His tongue got sloppy and messy as he feverishly caressed you. You couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Oliver!..” you cried out his name, clenching his head with your legs, his strong hands released the grip.
He raised his head with lips and chin glistening in the dark, panting and smiling. He was looking at your bliss, the result of his work, with indescribable delight. Oliver looked absolutely stunning that way, being covered in your bliss that he gave to you. You had almost come for the second time at that view.
"I'm very glad that you liked it. And now," he leaned up to kiss you briefly on the lips, "It's time to go to bed. Sweet dreams, Y/N, tomorrow will definitely be a better day."
You were surprised that he wanted to end it, but you were barely thinking and were still beside yourself with bliss, so, as if in a fog, you pulled on your bathrobe, nodded to Oliver and left on fast but wobbly legs. It was like you were bewitched and you didn't do it all yourself, but at someone's behest.
Oliver smiled contentedly, falling back onto the bed.
"Sorry" was enough for his pride and patience, but not to the point where he could completely control himself and not break into a rage that would just tear you apart if he met his desires utterly.
Thus, tonight it would be his hand again, but this was definitely for the last time. Tomorrow he would be counting on your hands and not only on them.
* * *
Tomorrow was definitely a better day. Your appetite had returned, Oliver secretly was moving to you plates with pastries and fruits. You smiled and happily ate everything he offered.
But what happened in the last few nights seemed to remain only there. During the day, there was some kind of different, still a little tense atmosphere. Except that the ambiguity was replaced by a more agitated expectation and intrigue. It was still difficult for both of you to do small talks when the pictures of previous nights were so vivid in your heads.
Tonight was going to be a busy night, because James and Elspeth's friends, numerous Henrys and their wives, came to Saltburn. You also knew many of them, so you spent the whole evening in lively conversations with the exchange of news over the past year, endlessly promising to send greetings to your parents. Oliver seemed to be a little lost, especially at dinner, but you were seated quite far from each other, so even if you decided to talk to him, you couldn't do it. But you nodded at him from the other end of the table, lighting up the whole evening with your smile. He felt much less alone from that moment onwards.
The dinner was sumptuous, and numerous flowers and candles rested on the dark mirrored table, the candlelight danced beautifully on the faces of wining and dining guests. You stole a glance at Oliver - God, how handsome he was in this evening tuxedo, did he know that? You had a growing desire to get alone with him, but you had absolutely no idea how you could do it unnoticeably, and generally... take the initiative. You wouldn’t go to his bathroom for the third time, would you?
The evening was followed by a karaoke night led by DJ Farleigh. Everyone was having fun, singing along and clapping each other, it didn't matter if someone sang noticeably badly or really very well. Although “uncle” Henry's performance to the song “Low" was already too much, especially at the moment when you almost got smashed by his thrown jacket.
"Good Lord, give me strength," you thought, and then changed your prayer, turning your head to the side at Henry's wife, who eventually got his jacket right in her face, "Although no, please better give this woman strength."
Felix had been gallantly pouring you wine half the evening, asking how your mood was, and made funny comments about the guests. Then Venetia came, you also had a drink with her and a lively talk, and then she and her brother went to stand in a corner while smoking cigarettes, hilariously dancing to karaoke songs. Elspeth walked and chatted charmingly with the guests, and James sometimes eagerly but out of pace clapped to the rhythm of modern dance floor hits with often dubious lyrics.
Oliver was sitting on the opposite couch almost all this time, drinking some kind of tropical long. You didn't talk to him much during karaoke, but the conversation with his eyes was more than enough. His expressive orbs alternated between looking at you and following your rolling gaze as you watched another Henry who was making another drunken joke. And then his eyes started to burn a hole in you more and more, but he still remained silent and did not approach. Okay. In a different state, you may had started overthinking it or getting upset again, but not now. Now you were drunk enough to perform some karaoke hit and tell him everything with it. Well, telling something, at least.
"Farleigh!" you shouted, pointing at him.
"Yes!" he poked his finger at you in response, holding the microphone.
"Toxic" by Britney Spears!" you said, calling out a few "o-o-o-ohs" from the audience.
"Great!" the DJ of the evening grinned, putting the right song and giving the microphone to you.
The familiar sounds of a sampled violin came in, and then your voice followed:
Baby, can't you see I'm calling?
A guy like you should wear a warning
It's dangerous, I'm falling
There's no escape, I can't wait
I need a hit, baby, give me it
You're dangerous, I'm loving it
You sang, turning to Oliver and looking into his eyes. He sucked his cocktail out of a straw and then put it on the floor without breaking eye contact with you.
Too high, can't come down
Losing my head, spinning 'round and 'round
Do you feel me now?
He was sitting on the couch in his smart black tux, leaning back slightly and spreading his legs wide. Oliver was listening to you so attentively, as if this was not a Britney song, but some kind of revelation addressed only for him to comprehend.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
And I love what you do
Don't you know that you're toxic?
He grinned at you. You started swinging your hips slightly while you were singing. Oliver licked his lips lightly.
It's getting late to give you up
I took a sip from my devil's cup
Slowly, it's taking over me
What a confession. Or was it a call?
You kept singing while everyone else supported you and sang along too. Farleigh danced to the beat of the music, and Felix and Venetia just had a separate party in the corner of the room, as if they were really at a Britney concert, and not karaoke party, where their friend finally decided to sing, being a little drunk. Elspeth and James, somehow in an old-fashioned, but a very sweet way danced sitting on the couch. All this support from the Cattons was especially pleasant and inspired me to sing the song even more boldly!
Intoxicate me now with your loving now
I think I'm ready now (I think I'm ready now)
Intoxicate me now with your loving now
I think I'm ready now
Yes, it was definitely a call. Oliver shifted on the couch, outwardly remaining calm, but deep inside he just had a storm of emotions and desires.
Artemis was luring her Actaeon again.
The living room burst with applause and cheering. It was not that you sang better than the original, but still, this song had already become an everyone’s favourite hit, which could not be disliked in any case. And you sang charismatically, not to mention your body movements. You scored 100 points! And to Oliver it was all 200.
You chatted for a while with Felix and Venetia and one of the Henrys, who jumped up to you, drank more wine after such brave karaoke performance, and then sneaked out of the room, realizing that you urgently need to use the restroom. Your head was a little dizzy, but you got to that very bathroom of yours which actually worked fine. Having done all the necessary things, you began to wash your face and stood for a long time at the sink with the faucet open, gradually coming to your senses. Ugh, you shouldn’t drink like that, otherwise it won't be clear if you can remember the rest of the evening. And you really wanted the most interesting things to be just ahead.
"Oliver!"
He was standing against the wall opposite the bathroom exit.
"How did you know that you... that I... that I would go here and not, say, to your bathroom again?"
"Very simply, Y/N. You're drunk right now, and thus, you will most likely reach the place that you are most familiar with. Like on an autopilot. I decided that you use your bathroom more often than mine."
You thought about it. Indeed, everything was so simple when he explained it. He must be much more sober.
It was a good thing you left before Farleigh decided to make Oliver sing karaoke. It was unexpected and humiliating, very humiliating, but he turned the situation in his favor by handing the microphone back to Farleigh at the most ambiguous moment of the song. Soon it would be Farleigh paying his own "Rent". Fortunately, no one read this subtext except the two of them. Oliver wasn't worried much about that right now, he had more important things to do tonight, so he went looking for you, fortunately, it wasn't difficult at all.
"So, you sing," he stated, pulling away from the wall and leisurely approached you.
"Not really, more like when I have a little drink, huh..."
"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?"
"Yes, much better, thank you," you said, still musing, "And also I sing when there is a good reason for it"
Oliver came close to you, and leaning into your ear, asked, "Am I a good enough reason?"
You looked into his eyes, "What do you think..." and reached out to kiss him. The taste of your wine mixed with the taste of his sweet strong cocktails. "It seems he drank more than I thought after all, how is he holding up so well?" you wondered, but soon you lost the thread of thought when his tongue, even more saturated with alcohol, penetrated your mouth.
With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride
You're toxic, I'm slipping under
With a taste of a poison paradise
I'm addicted to you
Don't you know that you're toxic?
Those lines from the song started spinning in your head again while your tongues were spinning in their own dance. You started to lose the feeling of the ground under your feet, but Oliver held you tight. But you still got to lean more on his sturdy body under that beautiful black and white suit.
Then, barely interrupting your kisses, you moved into your bedroom. It was lit by the moonlight, just like Oliver's bedroom last night. He began to take off your dress, gently kissing your shoulder. Then, you helped him undo your bra and stepped out of the shoes. At this time, he was taking off his tux without taking his eyes off you. He looked at you ecstatically from head to toe.
"Beautiful, so beautiful. Did I tell you that already?"
You nodded, smiling.
"I'll say it again. You're so fuckin’ beautiful," Oliver said with his deep sexy accent.
At these words, you became completely aroused and let out an inaudible moan, as he threw you on the bed, just like yesterday. After kissing you on the lips, he immediately went down on you, caressing your most sensitive part with his tongue and squeezing your hips harder than before. You shifted on the bed, entangling with his soft dark locks, and began to moan softly.
Oliver himself was also damn attractive, to say the least. His strong, slender stripped body covered yours, and only the chain was dangling on his neck. For some reason, this detail turned you on especially hard. Finally, you saw him completely naked, not just a couple of times in the tall grass, but right in your bedroom, when he was pressing you to the bed, towering over you. What a view.
His tongue was flicking over your clit, Oliver was almost moaning into your cunt as he eats you. You squeezed his head between your legs so hard, but he wouldn’t pull back. He was groaning and licking you relentlessly.
You were so close to orgasm, but he stopped and reached for your face, greedily kissing your lips with his shiny lips, this time for a long enough time so that you could taste your own arousal. It drove you crazy.
"Now you know just a little bit how delicious you are, Y/N," Oliver almost breathed those words right into your mouth.
He pulled himself up to you, and you felt his hard cock pressing against you. You put your hand on it, which made Oliver exhale sharply. Resting on his hands, he lifted up a little while you caressed it with your hand. He looked lasciviously at you, as your hand was moving up and down, stroking his dick. Then he hugged you and rolled over on the bed with you, and you were on top now. You sank lower, carefully wrapping your lips around his cock. He tilted his head back, mouth half open. The feel of your soft lips and warm tongue almost drove Oliver crazy. He put one hand in your hair, gently running it through.
"Yes, dear Y/N, that's it..."
"My sweet Y/N..."
Then you, without stopping your actions, looked him straight in the eyes. It was too much, and Oliver groaned and gently released you, turning you back down under him. His cock was harder than the steel of any sword that was in this manor.
"Do you know what the best thing about a karaoke night, besides your amazing number?" asked Oliver and gave the answer himself, "Is that you can scream and moan all over the house, as loudly as you want. Or whatever I want it to be."
Those words flooded you with moisture, and at that moment Oliver entered you.
He gave you a moment to adjust to his size, his cock completely filling you up as he was buried deep inside of you. He exhaled, full of admiration and lust.
"Gods, Y/N, you’re so tight," he said breathlessly, kissing you. You started moaning into his mouth as he began to move. The pace of his hips was leisurely at the start, gently rolling into yours, your eyes were connected to each other. His strong arms caged your twitching body under him. It all felt so good you were afraid that you might just woke up from some kind of dream or fantasy that you had, thinking of Oliver and falling asleep.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him closer to you as he increased his pace. Soon, the speed of his pounding becoming relentless as his panting and your own moans. You wrapped your legs around his body, nails digging into his back as you gave him the perfect angle to go even deeper into you.
“Fuck, girl, moan for me, yeah. Let the whole house know who is giving it to you, that pleasure,” Oliver’s hot whisper almost burned your skin.
You let out the loudest groan as he began slamming into you, driving to the edge of existence. The entire floor was really filled with your screams of pleasure, echoing in the dark. His hips slap against yours loudly, shaking the old bed. He clenched his teeth, watching the way your doe eyes look up at him, eyes were full of sensuality and desire. Oh, how beautiful and docile you were, he could not believe himself it was all happening at least.
You clenched around him and soon you arched your back, his name fell from your lips. He followed later soon, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he was doing last movements with his hips.
You went soft and limp under him as he panted with his hoarse voice in your ear. Oliver exhaled contentedly, triumphantly smirking.
You changed your position by lying down next to each other. For a while, you both just lay silently in bed, recovering your breath and feeling the spreading bliss to every cell of your bodies. Quick began to slowly and gently stroke and caress your body, leaving a weightless touch on your skin. He gently brushed two knuckles of his finger against your soft cheek.
"Oliver," you whispered into the darkness.
"Yes, Y/N?" he said, playing with your hair.
"Tell me, you've liked me since Oxford, haven't you? At first, I didn't even realise it, but in recent days I've been thinking so much about our acquaintance and how you looked at me then… So I thought it might be true..."
Oliver chuckled softly.
"Yes, my clever Y/N, you're absolutely right. I lost my head about you nearly as soon as I saw you. Seems you can't hide the truth from you."
You smiled, snuggling closer to him, "It's so good that you also got to Saltburn this summer," you mused, "Maybe, it is some kind of fate."
Oliver smiled at your words, gently tucking a lock behind your ear.
"Yes, I guess, it is."
The mixture of satisfaction, happiness and alcohol acted on you like a magic potion, and soon you peacefully fell asleep on his shoulder. Oliver was very glad that it was your room and you didn't have to be disturbed in any way. Saltburn had his own eyes and ears, it was not worth creating unnecessary rumors now. He wasn't in a position here to be able to afford it, at least, not now.
He kissed you gently on the temple and carefully left your bed, dressing up in his tuxedo and returning to the living room.
The fun continued. The hunt was a success.
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Felix Catton x Fem Reader
Summary: With finals coming up in the next couple of weeks, your relationship with Oliver was falling apart. After spending 5 hours in the library, you run into Felix; who has a dangerous amount of jealousy over your relationship with Oliver. Needing to take this anger out on something, he decides your pussy is the best option.
Word Count: 2.0k
T/W: Hate fucking, Sadism kink, Blood kink.
Shout out to @kaionyx who's blog I used as reference!
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Finals were only a couple weeks away and everyone was feeling the stress. Things with Oliver have been stressful and depleting to say the least. He’s been secluding himself due to the stress of finals. You’d been reaching out but it’s like trying to save someone while drowning yourself. Lacking the energy to fight for proper communication the relationship needed to thrive, you’d given up. Taking up the mindset of ‘if he wanted to, he would’ was helping you cope… kinda, not really. You've been studying in the library for almost five hours now, the only reason you stopped is because the librarian locking up for the night. The sun began setting but there was still light outside. You were currently re-reading the Ernesto Quiñonez novel that you’d be analyzing in your English class for the final. Annotating along the way, sticky notes poking out in every direction. Looking back, walking while having your nose buried into a book wasn’t the best idea. Which led to accidentally bumping into someone, sending you stumbling back and the book dropping into a puddle. Scrambling to pick it up, you open the pages and examine the now ruined sticky notes. The pen ink immediately starts to bleed, your eyes swell with tears. Devastated by hours of work, subject to water damage and having no control over it. You looked up to see who was responsible for ruining your day and saw none other than Felix.
“Sorry about that,” he said, taking a drag off his cigarette.
“It’s whatever,” you huffed, holding back your resentment and anger.
You did not like Felix, you’d never confront Oliver about this but you were sure they had some type of sexual tension between them. That wasn’t what irritated you, if they had a thing in the past that’s completely fine. However, there were times when you felt like Felix was trying to send you a message. Like when they would get drunk and fight, he would make direct eye contact with you. Sometimes you’d catch them cuddling on the couch or Felix would make sly comments in a ‘joking’ way. He offered you a drag and after the day you had accepted it. Both your dorms were in the same direction and as much as you hated him, it was safer walking back with the company. This led to small talk along the way.
“I don’t know how you’re so relaxed with finals coming up, my minds been in the gutter lately,” you said, taking off your glasses and cleaning them.
“This helps,” he said, pulling out a 12 oz bottle of Everclear 190-proof.
He offered you a drink and at first you declined. Then you looked back down at your book, looking at the notes that were only getting harder to decipher. Grabbing the bottle you took three confident swings and immediately regretted it as your throat and chest began to burn. Not being a big drinker, you felt like the wind got knocked out of you. He of course laughed at you for reacting so outwardly,
“You could barely handle three sips, I'll be taking that,” he said, going to reach for the bottle.
This made you feel like he underestimated you so of course you took a couple more sips. Shivering at the taste and feeling of the alcohol run down your throat. While you grimaced at the taste and stinging sensation, he took a single swig and then capped the bottle. Putting it in the front pocket of his shorts. The only thing you had for breakfast was coffee and a half a bagel and you were starting to regret that. The liquor began to take its effect, that warm feeling in your stomach was starting to spread throughout your body. By the time you got to your dorm, you were giggling and swaying a bit. Felix helps you maintain balance by holding onto your upper arm and letting you lean against him as you walk. Immediately noticing that his grip was tight, like hurting you a bit. Due to you becoming increasingly more intoxicated you didn’t think it was that deep. He was probably just making sure you didn’t lose balance.
“Do you like uh- maybe wanna come in or something?” you asked, trying your very best to sound slightly sober.
“Are you sure?” he asked, still holding your arm as you unlocked the door. His voice sounded sickeningly sweet, leaning up against the door looking down at you. Feeling his breath hit the top of your head made you shiver.
“Yeah is that w-wrong or?” you said starting to feel a bit insecure.
“Oh no, I just want to make sure you’re comfortable,” you just nodded your head in agreement and opened the door; the fact that he sounded so coherent made you nervous.
“I’m gonna use the bathroom and change, do you need or can- are you okay waiting for a second?” you asked, throwing your book onto the desk.
“Take your time, no worries,” a weird feeling began to bubble in your stomach. He was never this nice to you, and his tone almost came off as passive aggressive because of how nice it sounded.
It was when you began to change that you noticed truly how drunk you were. Barely being able to keep balance as you undress. You put on an oversize tee-shirt but as you went to put underwear on, you hesitated. Obviously due to the recent tension in you and Oliver’s relationship, you hadn’t fucked in weeks. You missed that form of stress relief and it was starting to bother you. As much as you disliked Felix, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. Taking a deep breath you throw the panties into a pile with the rest of the clothes. Checking your appearance in the mirror before walking out. Felix was sitting on the bed, man spreading with his elbows sitting on his knees. When you saw him, your heart started to pound so hard you could feel it in your ears. After examining your appearance, he began to chuckle. This made your face burn from insecurity, you asked him what was so funny and he stood up from the bed before responding.
“You’re a hypocrite,” he said, still laughing.
“What..?” you asked, confused and laughing nervously.
“You’re a whore. Are you actually fooling yourself into believing you invited me in for a platonic visit?” he asked, lighting a joint.
“I don’t- I didn’t..” This wiped the smile right off your face. Your mouth and throat were dry, and your brain couldn’t come up with any coherent sentences. He started walking forwards but you were frozen in place.
“Look at you, half naked and drunk. You look scared, like a bunny about to be taken by a hawk,” he said, smirking while continuing towards you.
“I’m not a whore,” you said, tears again starting to sting your eyes. Now feeling ashamed and intimidated.
“Oh? Oliver has told me some stories that make me think differently. I mean you were just fully dressed and you came back in nothing but a tee-shirt. Flaunting yourself in front of me, in Oliver’s fucking tee-shirt. God you are a piece of work,” he said, at this point he’d backed you against the door.
Every time he drew a breath in, his lower stomach would just barely touch yours. You looked up at him with tears running down your face. Internally panicking, unable to tell if he was angry or horny. The fact that you were turned on by this made you feel like he was right. Like you were too available but that was a nice way of putting it. Feeling extremely cornered you try and push him back with your shaking arm. He didn’t even sway, only chuckled and took the joint out of his mouth. He took the joint out of his mouth and brought it up against your lips.
“I’ve never..” you began to say but he put the crutch between your lips. You take a long drag, just to cough your lungs out after. He found this reaction very amusing, nearly doubling over in laughter. His reaction turned your insecurity and embarrassment into anger.
“You can either fuck me or get the fuck out. Seriously you’re making- pissing me off, fuck do you think t-this is?” you asked, voice cracking a bit again unable to hold back your tears. The inability to hide your emotions was making you feel even more vulnerable. He stood up and walked over to where you were pressed against the door.
“Not until I show you how Oliver should have treated you,” he said, picking you up by your waist and tossing you onto your bed.
He jumped onto the bed and smashed his lips against yours. This might be shameless to admit but you no longer cared about Oliver or exams or anything else. There wasn’t anything that could take you out of this moment, even the indignity that was developing. The kiss was sloppy and wild, both of you nipping and biting at each other's lips. He started kissing down your neck, lifting your shirt above your head. He raked his nails down both of your sides, stopping at your hips where his nails were breaking skin. He sat up on his knees, practically towering over you. Unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall just past his crotch, exposing himself. You were shaking with anticipation, the look in his eyes was so feral and primal that it scared you slightly. Blood was slowly trickling down your hips for how hard he was gripping. He runs his hands over the scraps, tracing blood up your sides and up to your chest. You were nervous but more excited, unable to control your trembling body. You’d never had a hookup that was so intense and you couldn’t wait for more. He wrapped his blood stained hands around your throat and brought his lips to your ear,
“Not even wearing panties, thinking with your cunt I see,” he growled, tightening his hands. Moving your arms up to his head and tangling your fingers through the strands. The harder you pulled the stronger his grip became, like it was a game. Your chest was starting to burn as black and white dots appeared in your vision. He didn’t release his grip until one of your hands dropped from his hair onto the mattress. As you were trying to catch your breath, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He crawled on top, rubbing his shaft against your ass, taking in a sharp gasp in, your pulse quickening. Arching your back, trying to press yourself against his length. He grabs a fist full of your hair, so he could whisper into your ear.
“You stuck up little cock whore, tell me you don’t deserve him. I wanna hear you say it,” he grunted, rocking against you. Fat tears ran down your cheeks, you wanted to hang on to the last shred of dignity you had but that seemed to be far gone. You whispered it quietly, practically mumbling, In reaction to this he yanked your hair back further. Making you arch your back and an uncomfortable angle.
“I know you’re fucking stupid but you can hear, I said say it, not whisper into your pillow,” he grunted, you let out a whine and gave into the domination.
“I don’t fucking deserve him!” you cried out in anger and desperation.
He then buried himself inside you. Instead of keeping you arched, he drops his body weight onto you. Using both hands to prop himself up on the mattress, one of them was still tangled in your hair. Keeping your head forced against the mattress. He was pounding into you relentlessly, it wasn’t a gradual build up of speed. Just pure animalistic force, his hip bones were piercing into you from how much passion was behind his thrusts.
“I could tell you needed this, you’re so tight and needy,” he moaned.
Your stomach was hot and all you could feel was burning pleasure against your walls. It felt so shameful to be enjoying being so overstimulated and degraded, at the same time you’d never felt pleasure in this way. He was breathing so heavily above you, it made your skin prickle with goosebumps. Finally letting go of your hair and using your head to prop himself up to his knees. Grabbing you by the hips so that you were in doggie style. He rubbed his hands over your sides again which stung due to the abrasions caused by his nails. Moving his blood covered hands from the hips to your ass. After smacking his cock against your dripping cunt, he lines himself up and presses into you. The immense pleasure coming from being filled made you go braindead. The only thing you could think about was chasing your orgasm. Like you were in an unbreakable trance. He grabs the roach from your bedside table and relights it while maintaining his brutal pace. Watching your ass smack against his thighs every time he bucked into you was driving him crazy. Keeping the joint in his mouth, he starts spanking the bloody handprints he’s left on you just moments before. He could tell you were getting close by how you were spasming around his length. Still keeping you somewhat on your knees, he reaches up with one hand and grabs both of your wrists. He then uses his shins to hold down your legs. After taking one last drag of the joint he presses the cherry into your lower back right as you begin to orgasm. Immediately you began to recoil in pain but even as bad as it burned, you still rode out the orgasm that you’d so desperately been chasing. Pushing your backside up in the air to meet his pounding as he came. After you are finished, let your body go limp as he rides out his climax. Once he was done, he climbed off you and gathered his clothes. By the time he’d made it out the door, you were already passed out.
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"Dirty Picture" - Felix Catton x Reader
a/n: request from my ride or die @barbiedragon absolute menace that she is sending me all these requests ://// LOVE YOU FAEEE 🩷🩷🩷
Summary: You tease Felix while he's out with the boys.
TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, size kink, n00ds lol, masturbation m and f, p in v sex, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1,400 words
Rating: 18+, MDNI
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
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For someone who seemed to be such a ladies’ man before you got together, it’s quite easy to get Felix riled up. He’s gone out with Farleigh and Oliver for the evening. You were invited, of course, but with a quiz coming up tomorrow, you decide to be responsible and stay in to revise. And it’s all well and good until you receive a text from Farleigh with a picture of Felix. And he looks so goddamn good, shooting you a cheeky wink through the camera, blowing you a kiss. You roll over onto your stomach, pouting slightly, crossing your ankles. You bite down on your lower lip, rubbing your thighs together as you continue gazing at your boyfriend’s handsome face, too grainy on your phone screen to be fully appreciated.
You let out an annoyed sigh and flop over onto your back, pulling up Felix’s number and shooting off a quick text.
You: Miss you xx
Within a minute, your phone chimes with a new notification and you smile as you read it.
Felix: Miss you more, gorgeous. How’s your revision going? Xx
You: Be better if you were here to reward me with a kiss each time I get one of these questions right.
Felix: Aww, I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to come back?
Immediately you feel a wave of guilt. Just because your night is ruined doesn’t mean you have to fuck up Felix’s.
You: Nooo, no. It’s all good, babe. Just wanted to say I missed you.
Felix: Mind sending Daddy a lil something to keep him going? Can’t stop thinking bout you.
You smirk to yourself. Felix asking for a dirty picture is nothing new, but you always feel a rush of excitement when you do this for him. Your mum had always told you that doing things like this is just asking for trouble, but you can’t bring yourself to give a shit. You adjust your tank top, showing a generous amount of cleavage, and flash the camera a flirty little grin. You send it to Felix, eagerly waiting for his response, knowing how much he fucking loves your tits. His response comes a few minutes later.
Felix: Fuck, baby, you look so fucking good. Can you send Daddy one without the shirt? I’m in the bathroom at the pub right now, fucking my fist, thinking of you.
A video comes through a few moments later and you gasp when you see Felix’s giving you a little smirk before turning the camera to his girthy cock, hand moving up and down along it, the sight making your mouth water. You want nothing more than to be there with him, letting him lift you up onto the bathroom counter and fuck you. Alas, you’re here and he’s there. So, you decide to strip down to your bra and panties, laying back to take a picture for him. It’s a set he bought you from Victoria’s Secret, lacy and red, contrasting gorgeously against your skin. Your tits are practically spilling out of your bra as you take the picture, biting your lip, teasing him with your fingers resting just above the waistband of your panties.
A few minutes later, your phone goes off again and you giggle at Felix’s message.
Felix: You’re actually killing me. Fuck.
You decide to take things a step further, snaking your hand under the fabric of your underwear while you use your free hand to take a video, making sure to moan Felix’s name as wantonly as you can, whining as you stroke your pussy.
“Fuck, Felix, wish it was you, your fingers are so long and thick, need you and your fat cock…”
Pleased with the video, you send it, growing more and more annoyed with each passing moment that you don’t receive a reply. Is Felix too busy fucking drinking with his idiot cousin and stupid friend to compliment you? You let out an annoyed huff and return to your revision, scowling and in a foul mood.
A mere twenty minutes later, you hear a pounding at your door. Musing that it’s probably the takeaway you ordered, you sigh and get up, unlocking your door, only to see your boyfriend duck under the doorway. Felix lifts you and pins you against the wall, large hands grasping at your thighs as you wrap your limbs around him. He’s so fucking hard as you grind yourself against him, smiling into the kiss.
“You’re such a little tease,” he breathes out, kissing you desperately, “Couldn’t think about staying there when I knew my baby was here, alone, looking the way you did in that picture.”
“I always like looking good for you,” you tease, nipping at his earlobe, making him smile, “I missed you.”
“Aw, you missed your Daddy, little one?” Felix coos, carrying you to the bed, moving to lay down over you, his body weight pinning you in place. He’s so much bigger than you, but never once has it made you feel scared or uncomfortable. You always feel so safe with him. He props himself up on his elbows, hovering over you, his chain dangling in your face as he teases, “Daddy missed you too. Was real naughty of you to send those pictures, baby. Don’t think ‘m gonna go easy on you tonight.”
You giggle, feeling his lips against your throat, teeth grazing against your skin as he tugs the flimsy shirt you wear off your body, leaving you just in that little set. He gazes down at you, running a hand through his hair before murmuring softly.
“So fuckin’ pretty.”
You smile up at him, pulling him back to you by his chain, tugging at his shirt, urging him to get rid of his clothes as fast as possible. You want to see him. Touch him. Feel him. And Felix wants the same. Before long, he’s there, naked in front of you, his long thick cock swaying ever so slightly, the tip leaking with precum. You’re transfixed by the sight, watching as he aligns himself with your pussy, teasing you by pressing the tip against you.
“Beg,” he grins playfully, arching a brow.
You pout, glaring up at Felix, “Seriously?”
“Mhm.”
You sigh before, meeting his gaze again, batting your lashes as you give him a coy smile, “Please, may I have your cock, Daddy? Been dreaming of it all day. Feeling you inside my tight little pussy.”
Felix’s lips part, his eyes nearly rolling back at your words. It only takes a few dirty little words from you to make him completely lose his mind. He presses the fat head of his cock against you, pushing inside. You whine at the stretch as he sheathes himself inside you, painstakingly slow. He’s so fucking long and thick that he doesn’t even fit all the way, the tip of his cock brushing against your sweet spot with every cant of his hips. You cling to him, grinding your hips against his, bringing his fingers to circle your clit, feeling him rubbing at it furiously. Felix makes sure you keep your gaze on him, the moment so intense that it’s almost too much to bear.
“So fucking tight, baby,” he rasps in that deep voice of his, “So wet. Feel so perfect around Daddy’s cock.”
“I’m close, Daddy,” you whisper breathily, pressing your lips against his, “So close. Been thinking of you all day. Love you so much.”
In the midst of the carnality of your encounter, there’s a softness as he gazes into your eyes, whispering, “Love you too, baby. So fuckin’ much. Come for me? You look so fuckin’ pretty when you do.”
You nod, your toes curling as that band within you snaps and you reach your peak, soaking his cock, feeling him pull out of you. You move your hand to stroke him, moaning at the fact that he’s so thick you can’t even wrap your hand all the way around him, pressing down on the vein that runs along the underside of cock, faster and faster until he spills himself on your stomach.
Felix collapses onto the bed beside you, pulling you into his arms, peppering kisses all over your face.
“Did so good for me, baby. So good. Love you so much. Rest a bit, then I’ll help you revise.”
You nod, cuddling up to him, “Love you too. So much.”
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☆ smut, thigh riding
thinking about riding felix's thigh . . . you've headed back to his dorm after some party, neither of you really knowing the host yet making the most out of it. you've been dancing with felix all night, and his large hands have moved from your waist, to your chest, to your hips, everywhere but where you really need him. it could be considered torture, honestly. but when you get back to his dorm, felix wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours. he's gentle at first, playing at being the gentleman, but it doesn't take long for his tongue to be prodding the entrance of your mouth, licking into you and tracing every last inch of you. somehow, you find yourself on top of him, straddling his thigh as he sits on his bed. and when he lifts his leg, tensing his thigh, it sends shockwaves to your needy cunt. the gasp you let out gives you away instantly, and felix is smirking, knowing exactly what he's doing to you. gonna get y'self off on my thigh? he asks, pressing kisses to your neck. such a needy little thing, he teases, tensing the muscle once more, grinding against m'thigh like a pretty little slut. he doesn't stop until you've made a mess on his thigh, your hips rutting against his toned legs until you're screaming with pleasure. felix's hands are firm on your hips, guiding you through your orgasm and moving you to overstimulation, kissing you throughout.
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Pls could u write oliver x reader smut specifically inspired by his bday outfit bc that has done unspeakable things to me
Birthday Present
Pairing: Oliver quick x Fem!reader
Summary: It’s Oliver’s birthday and you have a big gift for him. (porn with no plot)
Warnings: Smut, cursing, kissing, p in the v, pet names, degradation, biting, not proof read
A/N: this is literally SUCH A GOOD IDEA IM SCREAMINGG. anyways!! i have so much to work on so this is kinda short so im sorry about that but i hope you enjoy! (also im working on some other requests and my series so please be patient!)
Requests are open
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Everything is happening so fast. Oliver's birthday is probably one of the best parties you've been to at Saltburn. Music is blaring in your ears and lights are flashing, the smell of lust is filling the air. You're grinding against some random boy dressed up as a cowboy, his hands on your hips controlling your movements. You hum along to the music, your hands seductively gliding up the fabric of your basic yet slutty cat costume. Your short black skirt is riding up your thighs and the man's hands trail further down, as if he was trying to get something from you. You laugh and turn around to face him. "Maybe another time big boy." You caress his cheek before walking off, trying not to get trampled by others.
You needed a breather, finding your way to an almost empty space. You lean against the wall with a smile on your face. God you loved it here. You observe the people at the party, seeing some familiar faces.. then you see the birthday boy. You smile at him as he looks over at you. In his eyes, at least for right now, you're the only one he can see. "Ollie!" You yell over the music as you wave him over. Oliver walks over to you and you wrap your arms around him while gently placing a kiss on either side of his cheek. "Happy birthday!" You smile as you pull back and he smiles. "Thank you.." He looks you up and down, observing your costume. "Nice costume." He says in a softer tone and you giggle. "Thanks.."
You bite your bottom lip slightly as you look at his costume, from his antlers to his exposed chest in the white suit just did something to you. "Right! So.." You pause, realizing you yourself would make a perfect gift for Oliver. You know he loved your costume and your body on display does something to him, just as his body does something to you. "Come with me." You say as you grab his hand and drag him through the crowd up the stairs.
You make your way into an empty room somewhere and shut the door. Oliver looks at you knowingly and you just smile innocently. “What? It’s your birthday.. thought i’d give you a present.” You giggle and spin around. “Do you like it?” You say in an almost teasing tone as you watch him lean against the shut door. “You look beautiful.” He crosses his arms and chuckles. “Yeah?” You walk up to him, trapping him between you and the door as your hands run up his expose chest and tease the fabric of his white suit.
“Oh darling..” He hums to himself as he looks at you. You look at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk plastered on your face. “Are you sure you want to do this, pretty girl?” He whispers, his lips just inches away from yours. You nod eagerly. “You’re the birthday boy, no?” He sighs and nods in agreement. You giggle and gently place your lips on his, your hands trailing down his stomach to rub his bulge through his pants. He grunts softly, his tongue entering your mouth and getting tangled with yours.
You hum in satisfaction and begin to unbuckle his pants, your hand trailing down inside them to feel his boxers. “Fuck..” He groans as he pulls of your mouth. “I need you.” He whispers and you bite your lip in response. “I’m all yours birthday boy.” You say softly as you look into his blue eyes. That snaps something inside Oliver. He switches places with you, pining you against the door almost a hi too harshly but you moan as list courses through your veins. He gently kisses in your neck, his hand trailing down the side of your costume as he lifts up your skirt, revealing your lace panties. He kisses your shoulder, his hand reaching over to the front of you to touch you through your panties.
You clench your thighs, your wet cunt seeping through onto Oliver’s fingertips. He pulls off your shoulder and you hear him frantically stripping himself of his pants. You hear what he’s doing and immediately slide your panties down your legs, leaving them bunched up at your ankles. He groans at the sight of your dripping pussy. “Oh fuck..” He slowly jerks his cock at the sight before teasing you, rubbing his head against your wet folds, causing your legs to shake at the feeling.
"Fuck Ollie.." You whimper as you leverage yourself against the door to stay standing. Without warning, he slowly inserts himself in you, moans spilling from your lips in unison. Oliver curses to himself at how tight you are and starting gyrating his hips into your ass. His grip on your hips is tight, assuring you won't tumble over due to your weak knees. You moan into the door as he pounds into your pussy, wet noises filling the room as your juices fall onto his cock.
"Ollie-fuck.." You're unable to think and Oliver chuckles at how dumb you look. "My little whore." He hisses as he leans in your neck, nibbling and biting at your soft and subtle flesh. You sob as he continues to stretch you out, pounding into you at a relentless pace. You lean your head back, exposing your neck even more to him and he groans into your neck, one of his hands snaking up your tight shirt to caress your breast. "Come for me darling.." He licks your neck and you moan out in response. "Be a good slut for me yeah? It's my birthday.. fuck you feel so good." He coos as he watches your knees buckle at his degradation.
"Ollie please.. i'm so close." You whine out and he laughs into your neck. A familiar knot forms in your stomach and you ride out your high on his cock. You pant as the knot fades away, leaving you stuck on Oliver's throbbing cock. He stays in you and kisses your neck, soothing the red marks he left.
"I think this is the best present I have gotten all day.."
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Hate or Jealousy?- Part 3
pairing- oliver quick x fem! reader
summary: After the other night, Oliver is getting tired of hearing his name in your mouth so he takes matters into his own hands.
warnings: Smut, oral(Oliver receiving), brat taming, praising, oral fixation (implied), cursing, somnophilia(implied), not proof read
wc: 1.5k
A/N: Hi guys! sorry this chapter took so long to get out that is completely my fault! Hopefully you like this chapter its kinda just smut with no plot but next chapter will have more i promise. Enjoy!
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Why did you let him do that? Your head was reeling and you felt sick to your stomach for the next few days. It’s not like you didn’t want him to do that.. no. It wasn’t like that at all. But you let him manipulate you into eating all because he touched you? God how pathetic. You were mentally beating yourself up for being so stupid. You didn’t want to eat but if you stop, who knows what Oliver will do next.
You’re lying in your bed, curled into a ball, knees pulled up to your chest. You have this blank expression painted on your face, as if you’re unable to comprehend a single thing in your life. You hear a soft yet firm knock at the door. “Who is it?” You say dryly. “Farleigh.” You hum quietly and he comes in, a concerned expression painted on his face. “What’s up with you? You’ve been acting weird for the past two days.” You bite your lip as you sit up, your hair a mess yet still framing your face perfectly.
“Shut the door..” You whisper and Farleigh obeys. He walks over to your bed and sits down. “It’s about Oliver.” You whisper making sure no one in the hallways can hear. “The other night we..” You trail off and Farleigh immediately understands. “Oh.” He stifles a laugh but you glare at him and he immediately stops. “Right. Not funny, sorry. What exactly happened?”
“Well.. he like..” You shrug and look away. “I don’t know. He was all like ‘Oh, you’re gonna start eating from now on’ blah blah blah, ‘you’re just like Venetia, you’re so beautiful.’” You inhale deeply as you recall the memory. Farleigh looks at you in shock. “Well..” He exhales and looks at a wall in your room. “He didn’t like.. force you, right?” You shake your head. “I wanted to. God! He’s such a weirdo but i can’t stop myself from thinking about him..” You sigh and Farleigh raises an eyebrow. “So you like him?” He chuckles.
“No.. yes? I don’t know!” You sigh dramatically as you lay back down. “Maybe i should talk to him about it..” You whisper as you bring your thumb to your lips and bite at the skin around your nail bed. “Right.. well! I’ll leave you to it.” He says softly as he pats your shoulder once more before heading out the room. You huff as you hear the door close. You really need to talk to Oliver.
You find your way to Oliver room, walking through Felix’s empty room and shutting the door. Oliver is sitting on the bed and he perks up. “Ollie..” You whisper, staying alert of anyone near the room. “What the fuck.” You whisper yell as you stay against the door, your hands behind your back as he feel the wood door. “Nice of you to see me..” He says softly as gets off his bed, walking towards you. “I enjoyed the other night..”
His voice.. there was something he was hiding behind his seductive tone. Was he lying or being genuine? You couldn’t tell. “Shut up.” You practically barked as he got closer, inches away from your face. “Why would I?” He smirks slightly as he places his hands on your waist. “Look at you..” He says softly as he looks you up and down, tutting to himself. “Perfect even after you eat.” He snarks and your face twists into a frown. “Get off me.” You don’t attempt to push him off though.. you let his fingers dance on your curves as he looks at your body. “Do you really want me to, love?” He sarcastically frowns as you avert your gaze from his. “God I hate you,.”
“You really fucking love me.” He whispers as he moves his head in front of yours so you’re looking at him again. “I know you do.” You lock eyes with him, your bottom lip quivering. He knew he was right. Well, partially. Love was too strong of a word.. you liked him, most definitely. “Gods sake..” You mumble as you gently push him off you and open the door to leave his room.
Everything that went down was too much. You liked Oliver and he fucking knew. That’s not a good thing.. at all. Just the thought of him made your clit throb.. the sight of him. Every time you laid in the field, body completely exposed to him, you enjoyed the attention he was giving to you. At first you didn’t, but now you did. Him observing your smooth legs and looking at your exposed chest did something to you and you didn't know why. This isn't good.
"Wait Ollie-" You moan out as he kisses your thighs, slowly getting under your covers as his hands trail up underneath your white shirt. You don't know what's happening. You woke up with Oliver kissing your neck. Everything was a bit fuzzy but fuck.. it felt so good. Your hands fly to the top of his head and your back arches up slightly as he kisses your clothed clit. "Ollie wha-" You grunt softly as you look down at him between your legs, hands resting on the sides of your ass. "You have such a big mouth.." He whispers as he tuts. "You should learn to be quiet and not gossip so much like your aunt." He trails his way back up to your face and you look into his eyes nervously. "You want my cock?" You can feel his breath on your lips and your mouth opens as your about to answer but he quickly covers your mouth. "Nod." You nod eagerly and he groans as he flips you on top of him.
You lean against the backboard of your dresser and you place your lips on his, allowing yourself to taste him. He quickly rips himself off you and shakes his head. "That's not the way to keep you quiet.." He scoffs as he lifts you up slightly, pulling down his pajama shorts, revealing his plaid boxer briefs. You want to moan at the sight of his hard cock yet you don't. You have to be quiet.
Oliver nods as you look down at it, hopping off his lap and eagerly bending over the side of him to slide down his boxers. You bite your lip as his cock springs out. You look at him and he leans his head back, his eyes locked on your pretty and plump lips. "Go ahead." He ushers and you slowly wrap your lips around the head of his cock. He shivers in excitement as your warm mouth swallows him whole. "Fuck darling.." He huffs out as you bob your head up and down his throbbing hard on, collecting every drop of pre-cum.
"You're so good for me.." He grunts out as he places his hand on the back of your head. "Good.. good.." Oliver whispers to himself as he controls your head. He pushes your head down, causing you to choke and sputter around the base of his shaft. He moves your head up and you pant, your spit falling down your lips. He laughs dryly as he looks at you. "You're better when your quiet you know.." You smile as you go back to sucking his cock, feeling him throb inside your mouth was something else. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter by the second. You tease him, your tongue trailing from his base to his sensitive tip. He grunts and his grip on your hair tightens. You swirl your tongue around him and without giving him a break, you quickly shove him down your throat again, softly moaning at his taste.
You could feel him becoming more frantic, his breathing getting heavier and his hips bucking up into your mouth faster than before. He was so close and you wanted him.. "Darling..." he whines out as he gasps softly, his cum shooting in your mouth and you push your head down so you can swallow it all, making sure not to miss a drop. He gasps as you pull yourself from his cock with a pop. You look at him and he eagerly places his hands on the sides of your face, wanting to taste himself on your lips. Seeing him so desperate was disgusting in a way yet you liked it. He pulled away and gently wiped your mouth. He pulled your head closer, fingers tangled in your hair and you groan softly.
"We need to be careful yeah? You don't want anyone else knowing what happened between us, right?" You nod and bite your lip. "Good.." He sighs as he gets up from your bed and pulls up his pants. "Farleigh is going to tell Felix but don't worry about it. I'll handle it tomorrow." He says and you look at him. "Wait you were eavesdropping on me and Farleigh?" He turns his head over his shoulder. "I told you to be quiet." He says smugly as he walks out your room, quietly shutting the door.
What the fuck.
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REAL
((nsfw thoughts))
I want him to make me go absolutely dumb, only sliding the tip of his cock inside of me, laughing at the way I tense up, hardly able to handle it. Tears slipping from my eyes and staining the sheets below us, “awww baby, can’t even handle the tip? what are you gonna do when I slide all the way in sweetheart?” My eyes roll back in my head as he smacks a hand down against my clit harshly, “I’m gonna break this pussy baby, and you’re gonna be good and take everything I give you.”
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yeah felix and venetia are NOT beating the siblingfucker allegations
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Unreliable narrator that pretends that everything turned out the way he planned just to cope with the regret of what he had done.
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is it okay to send random thoughts about saltburn LMAO? you're one of my fav blogs that write for oliver and he is my new hyperfixation. that movie did things to me. ANYWAYS so i think oliver would be so down for a partner with an oral fixation (projecting) my man is putting those fingers in ppl's mouths like it's the biggest turn on. so yeah. thank u for coming to my ted talk. if this is weird just ignore me. bye xx
PLSS LMFAOO NEW FAV ANON FR. okay but real talk.. who knows where his fingers have been.. (we know.) ANYWAYS he most definitely has an oral fixation.. like when he was in bathroom with Venetia girl she shoved her fingers down his throat and he just let her LIKE. 😨 Okay so he’s a manipulator.. AND has an oral fixation. Amazing ted talk anon. 💋 WE NEED MORE TED TALKS BTW SO KEEP EM COMING ANON
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