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agroteraa · 2 days

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I Wanna Be Your Dog

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

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Summary: Oliver's memories of one of the evenings at Oxford, where you began getting closer. And a night in Saltburn, where you try to be dominant with him.

Actaeon series spin-off, taking place between Artemis and The Wrath of the Stag.

Warnings: smut, dom!Reader, sub!Oliver, switching, oral, penetration sex.

Word Count: 2,8K

It was another spring party at Oxford. All the young people were chatting cheerfully with bottles and glasses in their hands in the slightly dim light of the dormitory's common room. Felix and Oliver were almost lying relaxed on the couch and had been silent for some time.

“Now, can you eenie, meenie India or Annabel, and take one fucking home? Because they look miserable,” Oliver suggested softly.

“Eenie, meenie, miny, moe. Catch a tiger by his toe. If he squeals, let him go. Er..." Felix seemingly forgot the text of the counting-out rhyme, but decided to finish it as soon as possible and make a choice anyway, "You're out, boy scout!"

The choice fell on Annabelle. He happily pecked Oliver on the cheek in gratitude, which made him grin widely. Oliver liked being praised. Especially by those who were important to him. Felix quickly jumped up from the sofa and, lightly slapping the contented girl on the ass, and went off with her upstairs.

“Well, what the fuck, mate? I’ve been chirpsing her for about an hour. I wanted at least a hand job...” the guy Annabelle left said in disappointment.

An hour. What did he know about waiting. How about almost a whole year, mate? Oliver smiled indulgently to himself. And anyway, how shallow that guy thoughts and desires were.

“I know. We all want a fucking handjob, mate. Get yourself a title and a massive fuck off castle.”

That where it was hard to argue. A title and a massive fuck off castle had never harmed anyone in life yet.

"Hey, here I am! And where is Felix?.." you were surprised when you returned from your dorm room and sat back down on the sofa, only this time next to Oliver alone.

"I don't know really," he shrugged, smiling, "I think he’s decided to go have some fun on his own."

"Hmm," you pursed your lips, not really surprised, but still, deep down, a little upset that Felix was acting like that again. You guessed where and why he might have gone, but decided not to focus on that thought right now. Besides, you'd already poured another bottle of your drink into yourself. There was some silence in the air. Before that, you had fun talking to the guys, mostly Felix, and you had never been alone with Oliver for long, especially at parties. You clenched your bottle tightly like a social lifebuoy.

Oliver was even beginning to interest you a little, just a little, but you still had no idea what and how to talk to him in private. He still seemed more like Felix's shadow. But at the same time, being face-to-face for at least a short time, you felt like you had to tell Oliver something meaningful, something deep... as if you should be giving away to him some of your secrets. You were vaguely disturbed by this feeling, as now you were just in the mood for small talk only.

"Um... so… how’s your study going?" you asked, not knowing where else to start a new separate conversation with him besides studying.

"Pretty well," he replied a little awkwardly, embarrassed by your close presence himself. Before that, Felix separated you on the couch, but now he wasn’t a bother anymore. Oliver definitely liked this intimacy, even though he was obviously not used to it yet. But one gets used to the fine things quickly. And Oliver was greedy for all the new truly fine things in his life.

"And yours?"

"Yeah, too," you took a small sip from the bottle, trying not to look him in the eye. At the same time, because you felt awkward and because these blue eyes have been looking at you so piercingly lately, as if they were drilling right into your soul. You couldn't tell if it was embarrassing for you, or if it was some other kind of excitement. Maybe both.

"And what about yours..." Oliver was interrupted by one of Felix's many friends, Chad, who plopped down on the arm of the sofa next to you.

"Hey, Y/N! I finally got to the party on your campus! How are you?"

"Oh, Chad! It's been a long time, it’s like you've disappeared somewhere. Have you really been studying so hard lately?" you both laughed loudly at this very bold assumption of yours. You continued to communicate, actively exchanging the latest news. Over time, you felt guilty a little. You turned to Oliver and smiled at him. He smiled back understandingly. His face visibly saddened when you turned back to the blond guy. He began to examine the empty bottom of his plastic cup, twirling it slightly in his hands. How should he get Y/N's attention? He didn't know. He had to come up with a plan. What would he do, what should he say, so that you…

"Hey, Oliver! Did you have any classes with Mr. Wharton?" you asked with interest, involving him in your conversation. He exhaled a little as he realized that you weren't leaving him in the middle of this party, where he felt like a stranger without Felix and you. You looked at him with a warm smile, and something inside him finally clicked and fell into place.

"Er, yeah... that oddball. He constantly comes up with fruit analogies for everything and even sometimes speaks on their behalf while holding them in hands."

"Ah, have you seen that too?! Y/N, I told you, he's an old weirdo! Only you are attending the wrong classes!" exclaimed Chad, and you all laughed merrily. The conversation was going well, and Oliver was incredibly happy about it. He didn't feel lonely anymore because of you.

But in return, some feelings that he had only vaguely suspected until this moment began to awaken inside him. You didn't stop drinking, and at some point, Chad put his arm around you and started lightly stroking your back. You giggled without giving it much thought, especially under the influence of alcohol. But Oliver saw perfectly well how Chad looked more and more into your eyes, lowering his gaze to your lips and lightly licking his own. It was very subtle, but Quick noticed it all. The way his hand keeps stroking your back, gripping you tighter and tighter. Oliver saw it all perfectly well, because he wanted to be in that place himself.

No, rather, he didn't really want to. He had long imagined your first kiss when you were fully conscious, willing and not under the influence of some alcohol, when you were too much mellow-minded. And he wouldn't let your kiss with Chad happen now, in this state, nor ever.

Sometimes it seemed you and him were very different. He could see through everything, and sometimes it was like you notice none of what you really should. How could you not understand that this Chad wanted to take you upstairs just like Felix did with Annabel?

You were kind and open, maybe even too friendly, oh, Y/N. Oliver was drawn to you like a moth to a fire. You were quite a complete and content person in your own right, and this was very attractive to the many-faced Oliver, who was still struggling to find a place in this life, especially here, in his first year at Oxford.

And it seems that he began to realize that he had found his place next to you. And he wanted to take this place like a guard dog, protecting it and you from all the adversity and guys like Chad.

You didn't forget about Oliver and wanted him to feel fine and less lonely, even hardly knowing him, even having so many friends and acquaintances here, even in the midst of fun of the party. You showed towards him attention and care.

Yeah, he would like to be your dog, he thought now.

Fortunately, you soon got up, freeing yourself from Chad's embrace and going to the bathroom. Great. Oliver had been carefully observing the situation in the common room all this time, so he immediately got up from the sofa and sauntered into the common kitchen, where India was smoking, still slightly displeased that Felix had not chosen her.

"How’s the party? " Oliver asked politely, grabbing a can of beer from the fridge.

India rolled her eyes, twirling a cigarette in her fingers, "What do you need?"

"Me? Nothing. But that guy has been looking at you half the evening without stopping," he nodded towards Chad and winked, "Just saying."

"Isn't he hanging out with Y/N?"

"No, he doesn't sleep with his buddy Felix's old friends. So, the way is clear."

"Oh, are they friends with Felix?" India narrowed her eyes. That was good, she needed some male attention right now, especially from those whom Catton Jr. might become jealous of. Thus, the girl went off towards her chance.

When you had returned to the common room, you saw Chad and India flirting with each other on the couch, and the girl did not let go of her hands off him. Okay. That was unexpected, but okay, it was a student party, after all. You shrugged your shoulders and started thinking about where you could sit now.

"Everyone seems to be having fun with each other tonight," Oliver, who happened to be next to you, shrugged sympathetically. Indeed, everyone around was busy with their own lively conversations, and someone was already far from just "talking".

"To singles?" he offered a playful toast, and you agreed with a grin, "Apparently so!"

"Cheers!" you clinked your drinks, continuing to talk a little more relaxed with each other. So, that how you started getting closer from that evening, and you began getting to know the real Oliver. At least that was what you thought at the time. He looked at you with a shy smile of a complete adoration as you were telling your stories full of joy and tipsy giggling. His eyes were shining like two starry sapphires right now.

If a guard dog wants to protect the peace of its owner and scare away other dogs, then it must inspire fear itself. Maybe sometimes not very intentionally, but instill just a little fear and sense of power even to its own master. Oliver wanted to be a good guard dog.

He would take this place next to you.

* * *

And he took it.

Now he was hovering over you, pinning you between his arms, leaning on your bed in your bedroom in Saltburn. It was the middle of the night, and finally not a single one inhabitant of this house could bother you right now.

Oliver thought all day about how he would continue his way with you at night, along the way remembering the evening of that party in Oxford, where you finally began to get closer. He looked down at you rapturously, biting his lip and breathing heavily, still not believing that all this was really happening. Not just right now, but in general, everything.

His blue eyes were gleaming with utter delight in the dim.

"What else does my sweet Y/N want?" Oliver asked you, recovering his breathing.

He bent lower, and a chain dangled from his neck, swaying slightly. The metal heated by the warmth of your bodies tickled your lips slightly. You lifted your head and gently but firmly catching the chain with your lips.

"Mm-hmm," Quick mumbled with curiosity. You smiled, gritting the chain with your teeth and began to shake it slightly from side to side. He opened his lips excitedly, inhaling sharply.

"Am I your doggie today? Oh, I'm more than willing to be, sweetheart," he said in his deep sexy accent.

He wanted to add "now and always," but didn't. Oliver was afraid that if he showed how willing he was to obey you, he would lose your interest. He was used to changing masks, adapting to different situations and someone's needs. He was an awkward and shy nerd when you first met, and that was largely true, because of his deep core nature and the new posh environment at Oxford. Fortunately, he had successfully joined Felix's company and was able to relax a little. And here in Saltburn, he almost felt like the master of the situation.

If you wished, he would always be that sweet, shy and awkward guy for you, if only you were truly happy about it. But he had learned that he interested and intrigued you mostly when he showed a more powerful, dominant and somewhat even dark part of himself. And that made him really pleased, because you viewed him the way he hoped to be in his own deep wildest dreams.

And yet, he still wanted to be your dog, an obedient dog who would do anything for you. In a sense, he was. And today he decided to demonstrate you that in more obvious way.

"What do you want me to do? I'm all yours," he leaned back next to you, belly up. Oliver smiled playfully. Right now, he was a tiger who had been caught by the toe with his own permission.

Biting your lip, you straddled him, sitting on his thighs. After enjoying this view, you ran your hand from his navel, sliding your fingers up the groove between his prominent muscles. Oliver exhaled sharply. You stopped at his neck, grabbed his chain, and pulled him to you. Now the guy was in a sitting position, he looked at you adoringly while his hands slid over your waist.

Without letting go of one hand from the chain, you slowly rose and began to descend on his cock. Oliver hissed with satisfaction, "Yes, my dear, just like that..."

"I didn't let you talk," you pulled the chain slightly, smiling slightly.

"Oh," he said in surprise, but gladly began to obey you, nodding in agreement.

You began to move slowly on his things, while Oliver's strong hands supported you with ease, guiding you, leaving hot prints on your skin.

His hands were all over you as his lips feverishly kissed everything they could reach. Finally, he reached for your lips, covering them with a hot kiss full of saliva, admiration and arousal.

When you broke the kiss, you said, a little hesitantly, but still firmly enough, "Take your hands off, next time you touch me when I tell you."

Oliver smiled enthusiastically – you learned quickly from his example, apparently. He liked the hint of his own power and dominance reflected on himself now through you.

He obeyed your request, although it was getting harder to fulfill it by every passing minute. He wanted to touch you again, guide your body and push it harder on his hard needy cock. It became unbearable after a while, and he whined a little. He looked at you a little pleadingly, but you nodded no.

He kissed your breasts again, but in response he got "Do not touch at all."

"Only I can now," with these words, you ruffled his hair and pressed harder against his shoulders. He groaned at the inability to touch you at all, it was a new sensation, or rather, its absence.

You grabbed his hair, and he put his head closer, burying it in your hand. It was the only chance to touch you in any way. Oliver closed his eyes and inhaled noisily through his nose. He didn't even mind if you squeezed his hair even harder, hell, maybe even poked his face into the sheet, where he would inhale the scent of your arousal. If you had forced him to lick it off, he would have willingly obeyed, as long as you continued to press his face to the bed, clutching his dark curls. He even imagined doing the same with the bathtub you were lying in lately. In his bathroom. This thought turned Oliver on even more.

Degrading him, talking him down, pulling his hair or chain harshly - he would not always like to be in this role, but he would like to give you that opportunity from time to time. If only you'd asked. And even if you hadn't asked. Because it was you. And because he was like that.

Reaching the peak almost at the same time, you dug your nails into his back deeply, which made Oliver's eyes darken slightly and starry at the same time. With a pleased moan, you released your grip and sank down onto the pillows. But that wasn't all of it, and you decided to play the role given to you to the very end.

Clutching his soft dark hair, you moved his head to your thighs. He looked back at you with hazy from own rapture eyes.

"Please," you said softly, still not being able to be dominant enough. But this sweetness and dissimilarity from his own, even in a situation where you could and should do it, but asking instead, drove Oliver crazy to his limit. He attacked you with a growl, delivering all the pleasure he could possibly give to you that night.

* * *

Oliver was lying with his arms around your lower back, his head resting on your stomach. Quick looked faithfully into your eyes. His face reflected the moonlight of the deep quiet night that was now in Saltburn.

You stroked and scratched him behind the ear, he rubbed his nose contentedly against your smooth belly skin.

"Is my mistress happy?"

"Yes," you laughed, started to play softly with his hair.

"Then I am happy too," he said, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against your soft belly, "Now and always."

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saltburnedme · 4 months

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Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3520

Summary: After your last night with Oliver you question if things were even real, did you want them to be? Or are things better left unsaid.

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), dub con, drowning (kind of, their in a bath it’s more of like a forced breath play thing no one actually dies), sex in a bath, generally fucked up smut overall again

Read part 1 here (this can be read as a one shot too)

You didn’t wake up until nearing noon, up to this point you didn’t realise that had even been an option. Moments after you realised that something must have woken you up in the first place, there was a light knock on the door from one of the maids, a welcome change to the usual bursting in and blinding you with light pouring in from the freshly opened curtain you thought for a few seconds before she did exactly that.

‘Good morning miss, did you sleep well?’ She questions, her voice cheerful as she opens the curtains letting the sunlight flood into the room. Your eyes still adjusting to the dawn, the memories of last night rushing back into your mind. Your ripped night dress and falling asleep naked must have looked suspicious enough but to add to this you were certain your hair must have been a mess. It was only upon looking down towards yourself to cover up that you found yourself wearing a different night dress, one you can’t remember ever having seen before, your hair felt as if it was tied back and your torn nightwear was nowhere to be found.

‘I slept fabulously, thank you for asking’ you reply, feeling like your speech was slurred from drowsiness.

‘Breakfast is ready downstairs’ she replied before exiting the room, the second the door closed you rushed out of bed and almost sprinted towards the mirror. Was any of it real? You were now dressed where you remember sleeping naked, your hair was tied back and brushed where you remember it being down. Your mirror was against the wall like usual and as much as you may try the damn thing wouldn’t budge an inch. The only thing remaining from the night before was the faint swell between your legs and a suspiciously red mark left around your neck, if it hadn’t been for this you would be questioning if the night previous had been real at all or if you’d finally become so delusional from tiredness that you’d hallucinated the entire thing.

You traveled through your day in a haze, you’d like to say that you hadn’t made an extra effort to seek out Oliver but you had once again wandered into every room, down every hall and through every garden, apparently after everything that had happened he was now conveniently a difficult man to find. Was he ever really there? All of those words he said and everything he did was it actually real? He did seem out of character, the Oliver you knew, albeit very vaguely, would never have come into your room, stripped you naked and fucked you like that. You weren’t even convinced he’d ever actually had sex before last night let alone was as depraved as you’d found him to be. Last night he asked you to come to him at 10pm sharp, to meet him in the bathroom that he and Felix shared, but should you go? If you doubted it was even real in the first place wouldn’t just turning up in their bath seem at the very least a little bit unhinged? You weren’t sure what to make or do with any of it, but if one thing was for certain you were going to find out.

The day hurried by and promptly turned to night, surely you’d see Oliver at dinner you thought to yourself, your little hunt that consumed your day proving fruitless. As always you dressed for dinner, this time opting for a white bias cut silk dress which clung to every curve. It somewhat resembled your torn (and now missing) night dress, the main differences being in the wider straps and being longer in length as the hem delicately brushed the floor.

You tried your best to keep your literal and metaphorical cool through the warm air of the summer night, strolling with ease through the door of the large dining room. Your eyes scanned the room for mere seconds before you found him, sitting silently in his usual seat cross from yours, eating and avoiding eye contact at all costs. Taking your seat the usual chit chat continued around you with food placed elegantly in front of you, your eyes beaming forward burning a hole into the forehead of the man across from you in the hopes that your gaze would force his hand in some way. You’d searched for him all day, where could he have been? He looked almost angry. Summoning up your last ounce of bravery you decided, the only way to fight the bull is to grab him by the horns.

‘So Oliver, how did you sleep?’ You asked loudly across the table, loud enough for the rest of the dinner guests to hear, placing a pause over all the other conversations happening in your vicinity. Out of the corner of your eye you could just about make out the puzzled faces of the rest of the table, everyone now wondering how often they’d actually heard you address each other previously to this.

‘Fine, thank you Y/N’ he replied bluntly, his gaze finally meeting yours. You’d hoped opening up some kind of conversation with him would confirm your beliefs in some way, but instead he just looked angry. Maybe that was conformation enough in itself?

‘I thought I heard something from your side of the house’ you muttered out as the conversations around you slowly begin again. His blue eyes becoming black with anger almost daring you to say more as he sat unspoken.

‘Oh did you now?’ He questions. Definitely daring, you thought to yourself. You felt almost as if you were staring out a wild animal waiting to see just how long it would take for you to blink and for him to attack.

‘Yes, I thought I heard someone walking around near my room coming from your direction’ you continue, one hand playing nervously with the soft fabric of your dress underneath the table as the other shuffles food around your plate with your fork.

‘It’s an old house, all sorts of noises’ he replies, his head tilted slightly to the side as if to work out where you were going with this line of questioning. ‘Why, was there something you needed during the night?’ He ponders. Was he still daring you or was he just as confused about this whole situation as you were? Maybe you really had imagined the whole thing. He wouldn’t be asking you that if he had something to hide surely, you knew Felix had a temper with a hairpin trigger and absolutely no one wanted to provoke that. Or maybe that was exactly the point.

‘Oh no, it’s nothing really. Don’t worry, it just woke me up is all’ you reply, trying your best to sweep this entire conversation under the rug as much as humanly possible. You wanted to shrink away and become one with your chair, hiding in plain sight almost as if to disappear completely into a puddle of your own embarrassment. With a shrug Oliver went back to eating and ignoring you again, occasionally joining in with the others conversations as you pushed your food around your plate, taking anxious mouthfuls until the plate was almost entirely emptied.

‘Please may I be excused? I’m awfully tired’ you asked, your question pointed towards Elsbeth at the head of the table.

‘Of course my darling, sleep well’ she says as you hurry off, granting the room a brief Goodnight and a polite smile before making your way down the corridor.

Despite all of this, at 10pm you found yourself pacing your room, if any of it had been real you were well aware that you were late by now, your pacing only increasing as the clock ticks to 10:01pm, 10:02pm and before you knew it 10:05pm.

‘Fuck it’ you whispered to yourself, heading out of your room and down the corridor in the direction of Oliver’s room. Taking off your shoes to be as quiet as possible, your dress swung at your ankles as you almost stormed your way towards the bathroom, your feet padding cautiously but quickly against the wooden floor.

Finally arriving after what felt like hours of walking you found the bath freshly drawn yet the room suspiciously empty. At least this partially confirmed that you hadn’t manufactured this entire situation in your haze of exhaustion. The lights dimmed to their lowest setting you can barely see into the corners of the room, you make your way over to the mirror to take in your reflection standing in front of the sink. Resting your hands against it you check the room again, still no one to be found or so you thought. Letting out a frustrated sigh you concluded that if someone was watching you, as you hoped they were, you’d give them a show.

Sliding the first silk strap down your shoulder you glide your hand across your chest, down to your shoulder and off of your arm. You follow the same with your other arm, still holding the dress to your body as you take one last look around the room before dropping your dress to the floor the white fabric pooling at your feet, a stark contrast to the darkness of the rest of the room. Your movements continued as you slipped your bra off, once released massaging your own shoulder softly to relieve yourself from the stress of the day. Your hands slipping lower you step out of your white, matching silk panties, the collection of fabrics joining your dress on the floor.

You turn away from the mirror, facing towards the bath, slowly stepping in and submerging your body in the water, the shine of the golden tub reflecting off of your skin. Dipping your hair in the water you look around the room full of hopefulness again, still, finding nothing. He had to be here, you were sure of it and if he wouldn’t come to you of his own free will, you’d make him just like he made you. Your hand begins to travel south, lowering between your legs rubbing soft circles into your clit. You feel the tension release from your body almost immediately as your pace increases, letting out a stream of breathy moans, the sound reverberating off of the tiles. Your eyes fall closed and your face begins to contort with pleasure as you feel your climax rapidly build, your mind replaying the previous night tempting your pleasure to reach its peak.

Just as quickly as your orgasm built, it was ripped away from you harshly. Your eyes still clenched shut in ecstasy you feel your wet hair being grasped firmly, pulling you under in the water. You try to hold your breath as you’re pushed under but the shock of it almost causes you to breathe the water in. Being held there for a couple of seconds your pulled up just as aggressively.

‘You think your such a clever girl, calling me out like that’ he growls, climbing on top of you still dressed in a white shirt and boxers. His body caging you in underneath him he puts his other hand around your face, squishing your jaw so that your mouth falls open, spitting into your mouth before pushing your head under water once more. You wish that you could have kept the taste of him on your tongue for a few seconds more, a thought that crossed your mind very briefly until you were filled with the panic of being drowned once again before being pulled to the surface once more.

‘Tell me why I shouldn’t just drown you now little one? You know that’s been my plan all along, fucking you and feeling you completely submissive underneath me, nothing you can do to stop me’ he growls, grinding his hard cock into the flesh of your thigh. ‘But you had to be a disobedient little whore, just like the rest of your fucking Catton family’ he continues, you open your mouth to reply but just as you breathe in to speak he plunges you under again, this time pulling your up faster, allowing you to cough up water and look up to him in fear. ‘There’s my good girl’ he sneers, this is exactly how he wanted you completely obedient and pliable underneath him. He wanted the power over you, to make you fear him and love him all at once, something that he was very much achieving. Almost as quickly as he had turned on you, his touch became soft almost loving and his words followed suit.

‘You looked so pretty in that dress, almost like an angel. You wear that for me sweetheart?’ He asks, releasing your hair to press one hand against the roll top of the bath near your head while still holding your cheeks softly in his other hand. You were almost wordless, the contrast in his actions totally throwing you off in a way you would have never expected. You thought you’d seen the darkest parts of him last night, but this was like you’d found another cavern in his soul filled with nothing but hatred for you and everyone around you.

‘Y-yes’ you stutter out, still catching your breath from being held under water, your eyes locked on his as he leans in closer, his face almost touching yours.

‘Yes, what?’ He asks, your eyes scanning his face rapidly to give him the answer he craves, the answer you wish with all your heart and mind to give him.

‘Yes.. sir’ you reply, your words coming out shakily, your body trembling in the gradually cooling water.

‘Such a good girl for me’ he says letting go of your face, his hand sliding down your curves, pulling your legs around his hips your heat pressing into his fully hardened length. He got off on drowning you, that was the first thing that sprung to mind when you felt him between your legs, he wanted your submission and my god did he have it. ‘Fuck’ he groans to himself as he grinds into you, it was almost as if he saw you as an object, just there for his ego.. and other things. Pulling his shirt over his head he discards the wet fabric to the floor beside the bath, pushing his boxers down and gliding the thick head of his cock through your folds.

‘Do you want me to fuck you angel? You’ve been such a good girl, you deserve a reward’ he asks as softly as he could in the given situation. You knew he didn’t really care what you said, if you refused he’d still take what he wanted from you but he knew you’d never turn him down not when he was the only person granting you the lustful excitement that you so craved.

‘Please sir, please fuck me’ you ask looking into his eyes in desperation.

‘Ah, that’s not quite good enough little one. Show me how much you want me’ he demands, pulling you up towards him, leaning back on his heels as he kneels in front of you, his hips lifted to your face height. Tentatively you licked down his shaft, your gaze held by his as you take more of him in your mouth. For the first time, he was letting you take control, his hands gripping the sides of the bath firmly, his knuckles whitening as his fists tighten. You knew not to break eye contact from your last time with him, he liked you to look at him, he loved the power it gave him over you as he moaned unashamed above you. Wouldn’t Felix hear? Wouldn’t you be in trouble? You thought. You’d suspected earlier today that this may be exactly what Oliver was betting on but right in this moment you didn’t care, you’d do anything to please him.

Your hands join your mouth wrapped around Oliver’s length, pumping him as his cheeks flush and one of his hands entangle in your hair gripping it and pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. ‘Fuck angel’ he almost whispers, as you feel him throbbing under your grip, he was close and you knew it. Your fists quickened their pace and you sucked his tip a little bit stronger until his eyes left yours, his head falling back against his shoulders as his eyes close and his face contorts in pleasure, pushing his tip right to the back of your throat causing you to choke as he empties himself into your windpipe, fucking your face as he rides out his orgasm. Just as his climax subsides he pulls his still hard length out of your mouth.

‘Open’ he demands, no other words. You thought he wanted to see that you’d swallowed but you hadn’t, his spend trickling out around the corners of your mouth. ‘Jesus, look at you’ his tone mixed between an insult and genuine concern. Just as you tried to swallow his load again, you were stopped feeling his mouth on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth immediately making your kiss a mixture of both of your saliva and his cum emptying your mouth of it as he pushes you back against the bath, wrapping your legs around his hips once more. The image of you like this seeming to have triggered something in him again, he immediately lines his cock up with your entrance and thrusts up into you making you let out a light scream in a mixture pleasure and pain as he splits you open.

His pace was fast, way faster than you expected as the remaining water in the bath splashes over the edges as he fucks you landing on the floor beside the tub. His eyes baring into yours once again he holds you up above the water line, the blood rushing throughout your body almost deafeningly as all of your senses heighten zoning in on Oliver. Your ruined orgasm returning almost as quickly as it left you feel yourself begin to clamp down on him, you know he can feel it, his hips grinding into yours forcing your orgasm from you almost violently.

‘Cum for me’ he asks, his tone almost begging at this point. ‘Let me hear it’ He demands, another contrast with last night, this time he wants to hear you. ‘Let them all hear it, let them know who you belong to, who fucks you like this’ his words faltering as you clamp down on him, riding out your orgasm loudly just ask he asked, the sound bouncing off the walls you were certain that they must have been able to hear you in the next village over let alone just in the house.

‘Fuck, you really are an angel, look at you’ he says, guiding your gaze to the mirrors over the sink to the side of you as you come down from your orgasm, still continuing at his blistering pace. Watching him fuck you was almost other worldly, the way the dim light reflected off of his almost translucent white skin. You could see his length thrust in and out of you as your eyes met his in the mirror. Pulling you out of your post orgasm haze he doubles down on his pace, one hand on the bath above you the other on your hip as his nails dig into your soft skin. Without warning he emptied himself inside you, pressing his lips to yours as he came within you his moans almost as loud as yours had just been.

Regaining your breaths he pulls out of you, sliding behind you in the bath washing your body clean with the remaining water as your back is pushed against his chest. You wanted to say something, to ask him what all of this meant or if it really meant anything to him at all. You knew you had feelings for him, feelings that grew stronger every time something like this happened between you. You had a need, a desperate want to make him happy, to impress him and to make him need you the way you needed him.

‘Did you enjoy your little lie in?’ He asks, some what out of context with the rest of what had just happened.

‘Uh.. yes’ you replied ‘I wasn’t aware the staff would let anyone sleep in after 8am’ you continued with a giggle.

‘That’s because they don’t. I told them to leave you be a little longer after your somewhat strenuous night’ he replies pressing kisses into your neck as he continues to clean you.

‘And they listened to you?’ You asked, partially amazed that the house staff would ever listen to the wishes of anyone other than the core members of the family.

‘They will’ He says, his voice sterner as his actions continue, pulling you in for one last kiss while running his fingers through your hair. ‘Oh they will my angel’ his words ring in your ear as you begin to fall asleep on his chest ignoring the rest of his sentence, you were his angel.

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keraxxx · 4 months

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Hate or Jealousy? -Part 2

Pairing: Oliver Quick x Fem!reader

Summary: Oliver is starting to grow on you, physically and mentally. You can’t stop thinking about him and he knows.

Warnings: cursing, smoking, mentions of ed, clit rubbing, praising (kink), possible manipulation/coercion, spitting, not proof read

A/N: Hi guys! Again, part two is based off Oliver and Venetia a bit(sorry i couldn’t resist). Also I think i have one more request to write so i’ll get to that and post it tomorrow. I don’t know when part 3 when be out but i’m thinking around saturday/sunday, latest monday. Enjoy!

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Requests are open

Your heart sunk into your stomach as you looked at the cracked open door. You bite your lip nervously and quickly get up from the bath, water dripping down your exposed body. You grab your robe that was placed on the counter and look outside the room.. it was empty. Not a sign of anyone even in your room. Maybe you didn't shut the door and you were just tired and needed to rest. You cursed yourself out for overthinking and quickly drained the water from the tub before getting ready for bed, wearing your black silk nightgown. Tiredness slowly takes over and you eventually fall asleep, letting all the thoughts of Oliver drift from your mind.

Morning came and the sun is creeping through your blinds, almost blinding you as you open your eyes and adjust to the sight. You sigh as you slip your feet into your pink slipper that were just at the side of your bed. You needed to mentally prepare yourself for today, just incase someone saw you in such a vulnerable state last night. You open your blind and groan as the sun smiles at you. It was too early for this. You find your way to the dining area, your relatives already sitting down and enjoying their breakfast, Oliver no where to be found. You look at the assortment of food and your face grows sour. You eventually sit down and Duncan brings over a glass and pours water into it. You thank him with a slight smile before taking a sip, the coldness of the water almost burning your throat on the way down.

"You're not going to eat? You look up at your aunt with a smile. "No thanks. My stomach is in knots this morning." You hum and Venetia looks at you with a small knowing smirk. You ignore her uncomfortable gaze and look down at your fingers, picking at the skin around your nail bed. You hear footsteps coming near you and you look up to see Oliver. "Morning Ollie." Felix says as he practically shoves his face full of eggs. "Good morning." He smiles as he faces everyone, his eyes falling on you with a hidden smirk. Your face contorts with disgust.

"Sleep well, Ollie?" Elspeth asks as she she sits up straight with a smile. "Yes.. yes I did. I'd assume you slept well too. You look beautiful this morning." He smiles sweetly at her and she looks almost stunned for a minute. She mumbles thanks and smiles. You look at her and snicker quietly to yourself at her reaction to (in her words) "pretty boy" calling her beautiful. You look at Felix and he laughs.

"Stop being so flustered. It was only a compliment." Farleigh chortles as he looks into his almost empty cup of juice. You giggle slightly as your aunt scoffs sarcastically. "Oh stop." She says softly as she drinks her drink. Your uncle keeps to himself and so does Venetia, her eyes on Oliver as Duncan brings him his plate of eggs. Oliver picks at his eggs before taking a small bite. Everyone joins in a small conversation, enjoying their breakfast.

Its the afternoon and you, Farleigh, Venetia, and Felix are all in the fields, your clothes laid out in the grassy area. You lay on your stomach, reading a book. "Ollie!" Felix says joyfully, causing you to look up from your book. You hum to yourself as he comes in his swimwear. "No clothes in the field, Ollie." You say in a teasing tone and he looks at your body, your smooth legs lifted in the air behind you as you kick your feet. You smirk at him, your sunglasses blocking your eyes as you watched him strip himself from his trunks. Everyone's jaw dropped besides Venetia's. She smirks at the sight. "Well damn Ollie. That was unexpected." She giggles to herself as Ollie walks over. He lays down on his back near Felix and you avert your attention from him to Venetia.

"Did you see that?" You smirk and she hits your arm. "The whole world saw it. Not bad for someone like him." She bites the inside of her lip slightly, preventing herself from saying more. You smile at her and shake your head, going back to your book. You look at Oliver, his eyes locked onto Felix. He's observing Felix/s features as if he was an admirer of him. Farleigh locks eyes with you and shakes his head in reference to you looking at Oliver. You embarrassedly fiddle with the pages of your book, the paper smooth against your rough finger tips.

After a long afternoon, the family gathers yet again to eat dinner, everyone in their formal, yet usual, attire. This time, you're wearing a silky, baby blue dress with a crisscross back. You take a sip of the wine in your cup, swishing the liquid in your mouth before gulping it down. You look at your dinner plate, getting sick at the thought of taking a bite, it was repulsive just thinking of it. You just weren't in the mood to eat and Oliver noticed. "Not hungry?" He asks in a soft tone, just loud enough for you to hear. He looks at you with a concerned look. You look up at him and attempt to smile politely. "Mm no. Not at the moment." You lied and he furrowed his brows. "Okay.." He looks away from you and cuts a piece of his steak, plopping it between his lips and onto his tongue. You look away and clear your throat as you mess with the fabric of your dress, just as every other dinner.

You find yourself outside again after dinner, still in your dress. You're sitting on the same bench you were the other night you confronted Oliver for hiding from everyone. You cross your arms, a cigarette lit in your mouth. You're looking over your shoulder slightly, zoning out and unaware of your surroundings, being tipsy having to do with that. "Sleep walking again?" You turn your head and blink slowly as you look up to see Oliver, still in the same tuxedo he was wearing at dinner. “Hi Ollie..” You say softly slurring your words. He smirks at you and takes the cigarette from your lips, throwing it to the ground and stepping on it to put it out. “Rude.” You giggle as you look at the cigarette on the ground. He looks at you and cocks his head to the side. "You're so beautiful.." He whispers as he circles around you, stopping behind you. He leans down and gets close to your ear, his breath tickling you as he speaks, "You're just like Venetia. Now.. tomorrow night, you're going to eat breakfast and dinner." Your breath quickens at his words. "Do you understand?" You slowly nod your head, the affect of the alcohol growing stronger, putting you in a trance.

"Good girl.." Oliver chuckles in your ear before circling back in front of you, getting on his knees. You gasp as his hand rubs up and down your knee. "I don't want to lie to you..” He says softly as he stares at your hands in your lap. "I heard you last night.." He looks up at you, his blue eyes boring into yours. "Y-You did?" He nods with a smirk. "I bet you're begging to be touched by me.." He slowly lifts his hands under your dress, your jaw dropping open as you gasp. “Do you want me to?” He whispers as he leans closer to your face. You slowly nod and he smirks, his hand finding its way to your underwear. “Ollie we shouldn’t..” You whisper before you moan softly at his fingers teasing your clothed clit. “Oh but we should.. I know you want to..”

You lean your head back slightly and Oliver rests his free hand on your hip, pulling you in slightly. At this point, you’re practically soaking through your panties, probably soaking the stone bench beneath you. He moves his hand from under your dress and spits on his fingers as he looks at you with a smirk. You whimper softly as you feel his hand reach in your underwear. “Shhh.” He says as he hushes you, his mouth slightly agape in awe. “Oh darling,.” He hums before teasing your swollen and throbbing clit. “You’re so wet..” He chuckles. “I didn’t even have to spit…” He trails off as he focuses on your expression. Your eyes are close to shutting, your jaw open, a few groans filling the air. He takes his hand off your hip and teases your bottom lip with his fingers. You seductively stick out your tongue and tease his finger tips, the wetness of your mouth soaking them. He chuckles as he watches you. “Such a pretty girl..” His hand moves against your clit faster, causing you to choke out a whine as you now suck on his fingers.

“Ollie..” You say, slobbering all over his hand. You’re practically jumping against his hand and he’s watching you as if you’re a form of free entertainment. Oliver laughs softly. “Good girl..” He praises as he moves his fingers deeper into your mouth. “Just perfect.” He mumbles to himself. He teases your throbbing clit, your thighs shaking and closing around his hand as you get closer to your high. You see Oliver drag his teeth against his bottom lip, his eyes staying on yours. He removes his fingers from your mouth and places his lips on yours, his tongue teasing the inside of your mouth. You moan into his mouth, your hands tangled in his hair as you tug, causing a groan to erupt from Oliver. You tug his head back, moaning out loud as you open your legs, shaking at the euphoric feeling of his digits. “That’s it.. come for me.” He whispers and that sends you over the edge. You gasp while you release his hair from your grip and rest your hand on the side of his neck. You finish and he removes his hand from your panties with a smirk.

“What the fuck..” You whisper as you look at him get up. He wipes his hand on the side of his pants and he caress your cheek as he looks down at you. “Goodnight.” He says softly before walking off into the distance and back into the manor. Your jaw drops and you look out into the distance. “Oh what the fuck.” You bite your lip nervously before getting up, your panties soaked with your juices. You groan as you awkwardly walk back inside as well.

Next morning, the realization of what you had done kicks in. You feel a pool of guilt in your stomach as you lay in bed, unable to get up. You force yourself out of bed and walk to the dining table. You find everyone, again, eating their breakfast. You look at Oliver and he smiles at you. “Sleep well?” You nod slowly as you look at the assortments of food. You sit down and Duncan is about to pour you a cup of juice but you quickly grab his wrists. “Eggs.. please.” Everyone looks at you in awe. “Scrambled.” You smile at him and he nods, also a bit taken aback by your request. You look at your relatives.

“What? I’m feeling better this morning.”

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intoanotherworld23 · 3 months

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Good Girl For Oliver

Pairing: Reader x Oliver Quick

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, there is smut in this loads of it, there is lots of oral female receiving, minor fingering, smidge of choking, bondage, and unprotected sex

Word count: 1407 words

Summary: Oliver Quick has got you right where he wants you

Long time no read everyone!! I know I’ve been absent for a hot minute but I am back and ready to write again! Thanks everyone so much for kind words and being supportive to me all this time, I appreciate all my followers I really do. So I recently watched Saltburn and like every thirsty horny person out there I had to write something for it! I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know if you’d like to read more! Love you all so much! Don’t forget to reblog cause reblogging saves writers lives! XOXO

"Oh god."

The heat between your legs was becoming almost unbearable at this moment. It was like an ache you couldn't get rid of, and it was starting to get to you.

Fingers gripping onto the hand rails behind your head as the silk fabric started to cut into your skin.

Back arching off the bed as your toes became entangled in the cold sheets. It was like you were being tortured, and you loved every minute of it.

Your legs were numb to feeling as they were constantly shaking, and thick hands were gripping your soft flesh.

A wet tongue lapping relentlessly at your raw core. Running circles around your dripping opening like you were his last meal. The sounds of your slickness like music to his ears. He could keep you like this all day, and you knew he would too.

“Mhhhm. More Ollie.” Whispering just enough for him to hear.

“You want more?” Tongue sucking onto your clit making your cry out.

Diving his tongue right in as his fingers spread your lips apart getting easier access. Nuzzling his face so close his nose was brushing against your clit. His tongue massaging your inner walls as his hands rubbed soothing circles on your outer knees.

Rotating your hips against his face wanting more, but unable to open your mouth and say the words. His tongue literally had you speechless right now.

“Something wrong sweetheart?” His tone condescending as he smirked up at you. “Did you need something?”

Pushing two fingers inside of you admiring how tight you were. Biting your bottom lip so harshly you thought you might draw blood. His fingers felt so delicious inside of you.

Your limbs felt so heavy but relaxed at the same time. Whining down at Oliver to go faster, and he responded with a light chuckle.

“Can’t wait to fuck that little cunt of yours.” He says biting his bottom lip.

His thick fingers continued to slowly thrust and curl inside of you. Waiting for your response as you gasped when he sharply pushed his digits all the way up into your cervix. He was in complete control over you, and had you right where he wanted you.

“Cat got your tongue?” He teased when you weren’t responding.

Watching intensely as your mouth hung open, and only little squeaks came out. Kissing up your stomach as he nuzzled your hot skin loving how vulnerable you were for him. Really pulling against your restraints hoping he would untie you.

“Such a poor little thing aren’t you.” Oliver coos into your ear. “So desperate to cum.”

“Ollie.” Mewling desperate to grip onto his locks or just something.

Instead of responding he just pulls apart your thighs even more. The slight burn radiating all the way down to your calves. Meanwhile he just stared between your legs licking his lips noticing just how wet and raw you looked.

“Fuck just look at you.” Shaking his head in almost disbelief you were all his. “Look so fucking beautiful.”

Watching as he lowers one of his hands to grip onto his very erect cock. Stroking himself groaning in pain from how sensitive he was. All he wanted right now was to bury himself deep inside of you.

Even though it was a very simple motion it was still the hottest thing you had ever seen. Grinding your hips into the air wanting him to touch you or something. Of course Oliver saw what you were doing and grinned down at you.

“What do you want darling?” Reaching out to grip softly onto your neck with the same hand that gripped his cock just seconds ago.

“Oliver.” Whining up at him just hoping he would give it to you.

“No no.” He shakes his head at you. “My sweet girl I want to hear you say it.”

His hand tightening around your neck just slightly. Feeling the pressure of his fingers against your throat. Smoothly running his hand down past your collarbone, and in between your breasts. Feeling just how heavily your were breathing.

Oliver was known for pushing you past your comfort zone. He wanted you to always give in to what he wanted when it came to sex. He wanted you and nobody else.

Just to tease you even more he places the tip of his cock at your entrance. Gathering your juices and rubbing it up and down. Twisting your hips to get more, but he just grabbed your hips to keep you still.

“Tell me like the good little girl you are.” His tip barely just entering you.

“Please fuck me Oliver.” Finally able to say the words. “Just fuck me so hard I want your cock so badly.”

Smiling down at you as he leaned forward to attach his lips to yours. His mouth moving along yours in such a sensual manner you felt so many sparks of fireworks. Feeling the outline of his cock pressed against your cunt.

Pushing his tongue inside your mouth at the same time he pushed his length inside of you. Swallowing your moans as his hips were pressed into your pelvis. Staying there for just a few seconds so you could adjust. Savoring the moment your walls enclosed around him like little suckers.

“Such a tight delicious cunt for me.” He groaned as he pulled out and pushing back in. “Gonna have to fuck you more often sweetheart.”

He begins to pound into your cunt with no mercy. The sounds of his hips slapping against yours. Moving the bed and slamming the headboard into the wall. His little grunts echoing in your ear and he moved relentlessly inside of you.

Feeling the fabric rubbing against your skin even harder creating a burning sensation. Typically the pain would have brought tears to your eyes, but right now it was only heightening the pleasure even more intensely.

“Look at me sweet girl.” Commanding you noticing your shut eyes. “Look into my eyes as you cum around my cock.”

Noticing how his jaw clenched as he grit his teeth staring deep into your eyes. Feeling your cheeks begin to become hot with such an intimate interaction. It was just you and him in this moment, and he wanted you to become lost in each other.

“That’s my good girl.” He praised you. “Always such a good sweet girl for me.”

Wrapping your legs tightly around his waist as you began to feel that intense feeling building inside your stomach. Breasts bouncing back and forth with the motion of his rocking. His eyes looking down at them with lust. Unable to bear it anymore as he attached your left breast into his mouth.

“Oh my god.” Crying out throwing your head back.

Oliver could tell you were right there with each squeeze around his cock. He wanted to cum at the same time that you did. Holding himself back from spilling his seed inside of you too soon. Sweating so heavily he felt like he would almost pass out.

Lifting his head to look down at where you two are connected. Noticing as each time his cock pulls out a white creamy like substance strings along his length. The image drives him absolutely feral. Moving in and out of you so harshly your afraid he might actually break your body.

Your pathetic whimpers and moans are what keep him motivated. His eyes staying concentrated on your completely blissed out face. Your pupils are so dilated from being high off of each other.

“Cum for me sweetheart.” He begs you unable to hold back any longer. “I’m right there.”

One of his hands reached down between you two to rub circles against your bundle of nerves. That was enough to send you spiraling. Your toes curling as your whole body shook with such an intense orgasm. Legs trembling against Oliver’s hips as he held onto you.

Spilling his own seed inside of you his cock twitching a couple of times as he drained the last of his fluid. Laying against you feeling absolutely tired but relaxed.

“Was that okay?” He asked timidly as he reached up to untie your sore wrists. Your limbs falling straight down. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No.” Responding out of breath eyes fluttering. “No Ollie it was perfect.”

“Good.” He smiled up at you snuggling against your sweaty body his head on your chest. “Cause I’m not done with you yet.”

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taylorjqy · 5 months

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just watched saltburn… need barry keoghan as oliver quick smut so bad

#saltburn movie #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan #oliver quick #oliver quick smut #saltburn movie smut #saltburn smut

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apollosdaydreams · 2 months

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By your- bed?

Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: none, suggestive language

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Both you and Barry were sitting in a comfortable silence on your shared bed. You were leaning on him enjoying a book, while he was reading through a script for a new movie. Barry’s hand was rubbing your thighs, with this you snuggled in closer to Barry. Because of this action some of the material of the hoodie you were wearing slipped up showing some of your stomach. Barry looked over at you and smirked. You however didn't see this interaction as you were far too focused on the book in front of you.

“You look great in that hoodie.” He said smugly. You slightly looked up at him and rolled your eyes, then brought your attention back to your book.

“You know where else it would look good?” He questioned.

“My bed-” Barry said, at the exact time you said. “By your side-” You quickly moved out from under his arm so you could make eye contact with him. He had the biggest smile on his face. He was proud of what he said, he wouldn't deny that.

You scoffed, lightly hitting his chest. “You are such a horndog Barry!!” You exclaimed.

“What?” He said, “I can't help myself, when the most beautiful girl in the world is right next to me.” You opened your mouth to say something, quickly shutting it and laying back on his chest.

“God I love you.” You whispered.

He kissed the top of your head, “I love you more Grá”

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thefallennightmare · 9 months

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Broken-ten

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest*

Pairings: Barry Keoghan x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of alcoholism and death

Summary: A failed marriage wasn't in the cards for Reader, she thought she found her happily ever after with Barry. While trying to overcome the heartbreak, a tragic event brings them back together temporarily. Will the devastating loss bring them back together or be what pushes them apart for good?

Authors Note: smut ahead!

Short gasps of breath echoed through the room as hands gripped my hips hard, nails digging into the skin there leaving marks. My leg wrapped around the back that lay on top of me, pulling his hips closer to my core and the new angel made me groan in pleasure. Lips attacked hungrily at my neck, bitting then kissing the marks, and I leaned my head farther to the left so he could get better access.

“Barry,” I moaned while raising my hips into his.

He hissed out his moan and wrapped an arm around me to pull me closer to him, my fingers trailing over his shoulder. “Fuck, I forgot how good you feel, grá.”

The tip of his cock hit the highest point in my core before Barry pulled it out and then slammed into me. He did this a few more times; the bed creaking with each hard thrust. The sensation made my eyes roll to the back of my head and when I felt my climax climbing its way over my body, I scratched deep at the skin on Barry’s back. The walls of my pussy clenched over the thickness of his cock but it wasn’t enough, I needed more. Something to drive me over the edge.

Barry sensed it because the pad of his thumb pressed onto my sensitive nub before crashing his lips to mine. We shared a fiery kiss, his tongue brushing past my teeth devouring every inch of my mouth. His thumb drove circles over my clit and with his erratic thrusts it was enough to send me tumbling over the edge. I came with a bright light taking over my vision and my moans coming out in broken screams. Barry’s climax coated the inside of my walls as he came right after me, teeth sinking into my bottom lip.

I rocked my hips into him trying to ride out the last bit of my orgasm.

“I love you,” I breathed in a daze.

“I-.”

I awoke in bed with a large gulp of air, sweat pooling from my forehead onto the blanket below. My hands patted next to me as I gathered my surroundings. I was alone in my bed with a burning ache between my legs and frowned when I realized I had been dreaming about Barry and me. It felt so damn real that I could taste his lips on mine.

Running a hand over my face to calm me down, I peered next to me to check my phone. It was just past eleven in the evening and no text from Barry. He was supposed to come back right after he helped tear down the gym and told me to wait up for him. I tried but the exhaustion of the day had overcome my body and I fell asleep waiting for him.

“Maybe he went out for a drink,” I grumbled to myself.

When I squeezed my legs together, I let out a quiet moan at the sensation that shot through my core. My dream still turned me on and I knew there were two ways to deal with it; finish myself or splash some cold water on my face.

Opting for the latter, I slipped out of my room across the hall into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I cupped a handful of cold water and then splashed it over my heated cheeks. The dream felt so real, like how sex used to feel between us, and I missed the way I would feel so full with him.

“Fuck, maybe I should have just gotten myself off,” I said to myself when the dull ache was still between my legs.

Tonight was filled with so much thick sexual tension that I had a feeling if Bary had come back home with me, we would have done something that would make our relationship worse. Technically, he was still with his girlfriend. I remember him telling me he never broke up with her; they had only been fighting since he stayed here with me.

Then why are you letting him flirt with you?

Shaking the thought from my mind, I shut off the bathroom light and was about to head back into my room when I noticed a small light emanating from the living room. As I stopped at the threshold between the hallway and living room, my lips curled up in the faintest smile at the sight. Barry lounged on the smaller of the couch with an arm behind his head propping it up a bit. The other arm was dangling off the couch, fingers grazing the carpet below, and the remote was placed on his bare chest. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and I bit the inside of my cheek at how delicious he looked in this moment; so relaxed.

As if he sensed me staring, Barry’s gaze fell onto me. “Did I wake ya?”

He went to lower the volume on the television so I shook my head to let him know he didn’t.

“When did you get back?” I asked.

“About an hour ago,” Barry ran a hand through his hair. “I came into your room but saw you were asleep.”

I shifted on my feet. “Were you going to wake me?”

My question was laced with lust and Barry adjusted his position on the couch almost inviting me to sit right on his lap and all he did was nod, eyes dark with desire as he took in my appearance. I was wearing an oversized shirt that rested at the mid of my thighs. Thankfully, I was wearing shorts underneath otherwise the wetness I felt in my core would have dripped down my legs.

“Are ya alright?” Barry asked. “Ya look a bit flustered.”

Memories of my dream came flooding back, and I felt my cheeks redden. “Uh, yeah. Just from my dream.”

A playful smirk pulled at his lips. “Yeah? What kind of dream?”

I shook my head, a light laugh escaping my lips. “I bet you would like to know.”

Barry’s eyes darkened as he caught his bottom lip between his teeth. My entire body flared at the intensity of his gaze and I had to turn my head away from it. I noticed the television was playing one of my favorite movies, and the opening credits just ending.

“Oh, I love this movie,” I said.

“I remember,” Barry replied. “Want to join?”

I hesitated for a moment because something still pricked my body with desire. If I sat next to him, I’m not sure what would happen, but I wanted to watch the movie. So instead, I sat in the middle of the bigger couch, leaving Barry alone on the smaller one. If he was upset about my choice, I didn’t notice.

“I don’t understand why you continue to sleep on the small couch. This one is big enough for you,” I ran my hand over the cushions.

Barry snickered. “The cushion you’re sitting on sinks so low from being the main spot that everyone usually sat on. Plus, this one has the perfect view of the television. If I sat there, I’d get a glare from either the sun or the streetlights outside.”

My smile reached my eyes at him remembering the smallest details of when we visited here many times before; when we were married and before my parents died.

At the thought of my parents, my eyes jumped to the manila envelope that remained sealed shut in its place at the kitchen table. Barry followed my gaze then let out a sigh.

“Do you want me to open it for you?” He asked.

Quickly, I shook my head. “No, I’ll open it, eventually.”

Barry leaned an arm over the back of his couch and I bit my lip at the way the muscles in his arms and chest tensed.

“You’re avoiding it.”

I scoffed. “I am not.”

I was. I was dreading opening it because I was afraid of what it would say. What if my parents left me nothing, and I had nothing to go back to? With me coming back home to deal with their death, I lost the house back in New York that I was going to rent. I had no job because I had little time to look after the divorce. The money I had was slowly dwindling. I didn’t tell Barry because I knew he would either worry or throw it in my face that I was doing miserable without him and that was the last thing I needed right now.

Barry’s lip parted to say something, but I made a quick motion to the movie. “Can we please watch it? I’ve already missed the first five minutes.”

Reluctantly, he nodded and the both of us eased back into our couches to watch the movie. During the quiet aura between us, I had pulled my legs up to my chest and was running a finger up and down the skin of my leg; something I always had done when my mind was focused on something intently.

Halfway through the movie, I felt hot eyes on the skin of my legs and when I looked towards Barry, I noticed he was already watching me.

I squirmed under his gaze. “What?

He said nothing, only stood from his couch and reached my couch in two large steps then sunk low into the couch next to me. In one swift movement, Bary placed a pillow underneath my head and then pulled my legs into his lap

Something weighed heavy on my shoulders before I could completely lean into him. It outweighed the sexual tension between us.

Alyi.

“What about Alyi?” I asked.

Barry shook his head. “I broke up with her.”

My heart sank at his words.

“Why?”

“The last thing I want right now is to talk about her,” his voice came out low and husky.

I nodded finally allowing myself to ease into his touch as his fingers traced circles over the skin at my ankles, both of us giving our attention back to the movie. But my mind soon faltered away from it back to thoughts of Barry.

Today had been the first time in so long that Barry and I went longer than twenty minutes without fighting. It felt like it did back before we were married even. When we were in the friends-with-benefits stage of our relationship. I craved this feeling for so long and now that I had it again I was afraid of messing it up with a wrong word or action. This Barry, the one who joked around with me, the one that would steal glances when he thought I wasn’t looking, or the one's touch that would electrify every atom in my body.

Like he was right now.

This Barry was the one that I fell so hard for and missed dearly.

With my position on the couch, my shirt had ridden up a bit showing some skin of my stomach, and Barry took it as a silent invitation to trace his calloused fingers there. My eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.

“Is this alright?” Barry questioned, not wanting to make me uncomfortable.

I nodded. “I’ve missed this.”

He hummed in agreement then leaned his head closer to my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “Want to know what I’ve missed?”

Our gazes locked faces so close to each other, and I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat before nodding. Barry’s eyes jumped from mine down towards my lips, his hand ghosting farther up my shirt stopping at the patch of skin below my left breast. I sucked in a breath, waiting to see what he would do next; it shocked the hell out of me what it was.

Barry laid his head on my chest and tangled his feet with mine, snuggling in closer to me as his attention went back to the movie.

“I miss being held by you,” he admitted quietly.

My heart soared into my throat and I bit my lip at the sensation that filled me with his revelation. Without saying another word, I ran my hand over the skin of his back, goosebumps rising to his skin, while the other hand snaked through his brown locks; the scent of his shampoo filling my senses.

Cedarwood.

For the rest of the movie, we didn’t say another word. We enjoyed the only noise echoing throughout the small home was coming from the television. Barry’s hand remained in place underneath my left breast while his thick thigh nudged its way between my legs. Just the light touch of it against my already heated core made my lips fall open in a silent moan. Thankfully, he didn’t notice. I wasn’t sure when it was, but Barry’s soft snores soon lulled me into my own slumber.

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stellatekintsugi · 1 year

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Barry Keoghan for Arena Homme+

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your highness || druig

part one

summary: after the little show druig saw, he can’t stop thinking about it. after a long day, you join him in the library, things esclate.

warning: 18+ minors DNI. reader’s first time being touched by a man, innocent reader, pet names (bunny, dove, good girl, naughty girl, darling), dirty talk, fingering, druig is sorta rude to the reader but sh likes it, i would say this is on the cusp of being a dark fic (maybe??? if you think so, let me know so i can tag it as such) not proofread!!

pairing: female!princess!innocent!reader x druig

an: finally. i know this has taken forever. and i know i havent posted in forever but im slowly getting my feet wet again. ive felt a little down about my writing and posting after my ultra fail of a sleepover so. THIS IS A PART TWO.

tags: @justifymyfeelings @obsesseddirectioner08

“Good morning, princess.”

His words made warmth flood over your body. Part of you felt guilty for the giddiness growing in your chest. The other part yearned for him to continue. “Hello, Druig.” You said calmly, or at least as calmly as you could. “Did you sleep well? After all that traveling, I hope so.” You quickly added. The cup in your hand shook, but only slightly, the nerves growling inside you trying to be forthcoming.

“Ah yes, sleep came quite easily to me.” He explained, taking a seat across from you. Under the harsh morning light, his features seemed to pop. High cheekbones, pronounced nose, sculpted chin, and his perfectly pink lips. You tried not to stare at him so intently for too long, but Druig was very observational. He noticed every movement your body made. The way your eyes flickered across this features, the way you briefly brought your bottom lip between your teeth, and even the subtle gulp when he inched closer.

“What are your plans today, princess?” He asked, moving his attention towards the motion outside the large windows. It was the normal everyday hustle and bustle. Children playing in the castle courtyard, the occasional donkey being walked across the pebbled roads, and the commotion of the shops opening for business in the square. “My fiancé is scheduled to leave today, at around midday, so my morning will be filled with some last minute wedding talk, and goodbyes.” You explained, looking down at the content of your small teacup.

“Well, goodbyes can be very hard. I will be spending most of my day in the library, if you were to need me for any reason.” The way he slightly enunciated the word ‘any’ made a small shiver run down your spine. But he couldn’t have meant anything more than just acknowledging the fact he would possibly want you to come join him later on in the day. “Well, I must get going, see where the prince is, and see if he needs any assistance packing up his belongings.” You set the now empty cup on the counter. One of the maids would surely pick it up on their next round in the kitchen.

“See you later, princess.” Druig said. Another shiver.

The mother gave you a soft smile, while his father barely acknowledged your existence, instead immediately b-lining it to your father. “It’s so good to see you Princess (Y/F/N).” His mother said, placing her small hand on your shoulder. “Same to you, Queen Barford.” You insisted, matching the smile on her face. She embraced her son who was standing next to you in a large hug. The six of you walked into the castle, waiting for lunch to be served. Something all of you did when they visited. The lunch was less awkward than normal since your fiancé’s family was there to fill in the silence. But longer for sure. You sat at that table for two…hours.

After saying some elongated goodbyes, you watched the carriage pull away, standing beside your mother. When you thought you could finally get away, your mother stopped you. “Have you done your reading today?” Your mother was very persistent in your education, and wasn’t often lenient about it, especially since it was meant to help you with your future wifely duties. “Mother, can’t I just catch up tomorrow?” You pleaded. You were telling yourself you just wanted free time to yourself after weeks with your fiancé, but realistically, you wanted to go see Druig. “Absolutely not. To the study, now.”

After a couple hours of practicing how to approach different public affairs and catching up on the politics going on in the world, you broke the silence. “Mother, can I please go? I am exhausted.” You pleaded, a fake yawn passing your lips. She contemplated for a moment, looking up from the book in front of her. “Fine.” She huffed, clearly upset that you didn't want to complete more of your studies, but you couldn’t care less at that moment. Running down the corridors, you stopped by your room, putting on something more comfortable before heading to the library. Once you came to the large wooden doors of the library, you tried to sneak in quietly, wanting to see Druig in his natural habitat.

You tapped Druig on the shoulder, letting your presence be known, even though he knew who it was before you even walked in. He heard your familiar paced footsteps. “Good evening, princess.” Druig said, before even turning around. “What do I owe this pleasure?” He asked, a smile spreading across his face. One he had been holding in since he heard you enter the library. “I finally got away from my mother.” You explained, rounding the sofa, and plopping down next to him. Placing your head on one of his thighs, face hidden by the book in his hands. “Sersi, Thena, Kingo, and Ikaris were at dinner tonight, why didn’t you join us?” You asked, picking at the skin around your fingernail.

“The last name you mentioned? For that exact reason.” He chuckled, folding the book shut and placing it on the cushion next to him. The two of you made eye contact, more butterflies, as usual. “What are you two fighting about now?” You asked, sitting up and leaning against the back of the couch, pulling your legs to your chest. “The two of you can’t fight for two thousand more years, you know that right?” You asked him, he had heard this spiel one hundred times over. “You tell me that every time.”

“Well, what did he say this time?” You asked, propping yourself up a little closer to him. “He said something about you.” He muttered. “What did he say?” You asked him, now intrigued. “I can’t remember exactly what, I was so angry the moment I sort of lost it, but he said something about your looks.” He explained, some of that anger coming back to him. “Oh, like calling me ugly?” You asked, a pang to your ego. “No, the opposite.” He answered. This made you giggle, “Is somebody jealous?” You asked, your index finger jabbing into his chest. “You wish.” He joked. “No. I think you’re a little jealous.” You continued messing with him. “Ya know, Ikaris is kinda hot…”Your voice trailed off, completely kidding. His personality and actions made him the least attractive to you. And that’s when something in Druig switched. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him. “I don’t think you touch yourself to the thought of Ikaris…”

Embarrassment washed over you. But a part of you knew it, you knew someone was there that night. Your fight and flight kicked in, wanting to leave. You stood up, trying to free yourself from his grip. “Don’t be embarrassed, little dove.” Making you glance downwards. He stood over you, using his free hand to cup the side of your face. “I think about you nonstop.” He confessed. “I get so lonely on the Domo.” He continued, making electricity strike through your entire body.

He squished your face between his thumb and index finger, forcing your gaze to meet his. Your cheeks were hollowed, lips pursed out forward. His figure was just as daunting as his presence, you looked up at him. “Does your future husband know you think about me like that?” He asked, his condensing tone only made the ache between your legs even worse. You tried your best to shake your head no, his grip on your face making it hard to do. “Does he know you think about me when you touch yourself?” His words made a shiver slip down your spine. “You know you can’t lie to me, my love.” He used his free index finger to tap his temple, reminding you of your inferiority. This time you shook your head up and down, your admittance making him chuckle. “Is that so, huh?” He questioned.

He finally let go of your face, a slight sting remained from his tight grip. “Such a naughty girl.” You felt his body behind you, he was stalking around your frame, like a predator around injured prey. “Has he ever touched you?” The question made your body flood with warmth. “Dru…” You didn’t want to answer that question. “Don’t make me ask again.” He was right in your ear that time, you could feel his body warmth on your back, but he wasn’t actually touching you yet. Your body aches for him, you were in too deep. “No…” You answered reluctantly. He liked these answers, he wanted to be the first one to touch you. To please you. To make you cum. And he was about to get his wish.

His hands worked softly as he grabbed some of your hair, exposing the back of your neck to him. He twirled it around his index finger for a moment, before placing it over one of your shoulders. The kisses were warm, and soft, a layer of goosebumps layered the expanse of your skin. The thin fabric you referred to as a nightgown didn’t help with the chills he made surge through your entire body. He absolutely adored how responsive you were to him and his words.

Druig had never touched you like this, or at all really. The occasional soft touch on your shoulder, or the small of your back. Never anything this intimate, but you weren’t complaining. His hands landed on your hips, his grip was tight, as he pulled you back against his chest. Your back molded perfectly against him, your ass pressed right up against his clothed crotch. You felt something stir inside his pants, making a small gasp pass your lips. “Such a good girl…” He cooed.

“Please…” You whined, one of your hands landing on his. “Please what?” He asked, moving his kisses to the side of your throat. This time they weren’t as soft, occasionally you would even feel his teeth run over the sensitive skin. “Touch me.” You pleaded, throwing all caution to the wind. “Where, little dove?“ His pet name made your legs feel like jelly. You tried to show him with his hand, but he stopped you.

A few ‘tsk’s’ left his mouth, pulling both hands completely away from you. “I need to hear you say it…” The sudden absence of him made a groan leave your lips. “My-My…” You had never spoken this way. Talking in such a crude manner, was something you were taught to never do. Never talk about your body or anything sexual in nature. Especially not with someone who wasn’t your husband.

“It’s on the tip of your tongue, your highness.” The term, usually making you feel confident, made you feel small. Unimportant. Like he was mocking you. You didn’t know why this made the excitement inside you go, making your body vibrate slightly. “My-My cunt…” You muttered. “It would be my pleasure, princess.” He whispered, so quietly that if he wasn’t so close to you, you wouldn’t have even heard it.

His index finger traced the hem of your silk slip, cold against your ever warming skin. “You let me know if it’s too much, alright?” His words were softer this time, full of genuine care for you. You nodded, some of the nerves growing in your stomach dispersed. “The last thing I want to do is hurt my beautiful, beautiful (Y/N).” The way your name rolled off his tongue, it sounded so sweet, like candy.

You felt his hand creep up your thigh, the fabric of your dress moving upwards with him. His fingers were calloused, contrasting against the soft skin of your thigh. The feelings between your thighs wasn’t a foreign one, you had been aroused before, many times. But this felt different, to have someone actually touching you, and not yourself alone. He dismissed the thin fabric covering your cunt, quite a sorry excuse for underwear if he was being quite frank, but he didn’t mind.

He heard you suck on a quick breath, already taken aback by his fingers simply hovering over your clit. “Dru, please I can’t wait anymore.” You cried out. He could hear the frustration in your voice, and see the desperation in your eyes. “As you wish, princess.” His index finger applied pressure directly onto your clit, making your entire body tense up. A strangled moan passed your lips, louder than you were intending. “Sh, sh, sh, little one.” He urged you. “S-Sorry.” You croaked out.

Using the same finger, he trailed it down your folds, collecting the immense amount of arousal pooling there. “Is this all for me?” He asked, you could feel his lips move against the curvature of your ear. You shook your head vigorously, “Y-Yes, all for you. N-No one else.” As the words left your lips, even more confidence rushed into Druig. Deciding his finger was well enough lubricated with your arousal, he finally pressed his finger into your cunt.

You weren’t sure what came over you, or how that noise even culminated. It was a mix of a moan, gasp, and hiccup. Whatever it was, Druig loved it. His index finger pumped softly, allowing you ample time to adjust, as this was the first time having anything other than your own fingers inside you. Once he felt your body relax slightly, he continued. Adding his thumb, he rubbed tight, slow circles onto your clit.

“Kiss me.” The words left your mouth without you even thinking about it. You can tell they caught him off guard as well, as his fingers stopped movement. “Please.” You added quickly. This was the first time during that ordeal you actually had a moment to look at his face. The dull light of the torches flickered off his pale skin. You had always thought he was one of the most alluring men you had ever met.

His lips were soft, softer than you had ever imagined. They tasted like some sort of fruit, something he surely ate instead of coming to dinner. You couldn’t decide what you wanted to focus on more, his fingers or lips. But before you could come to a conclusion, something else came over you. A familiar feeling. One building up in your stomach, making your head spin, and a catch in your throat. “Druig…I-I’m…” He shushed you, “I know, bunny.” He assured you. “That dirty little mind of yours is going crazy right now.” He whispered against your lips. “Cum around my fingers, princess. Just like you’ve always wanted.” He cooed.

You didn’t need much more coaching from him for the climax to start. It felt like someone was trying to start a fire inside you, and they just needed that one little spark. You weren’t sure what the spark was between his fingers stretching you out, the fingers of his other hand digging into your hip, or his tongue exploring every crevice of your mouth, but you felt it. The fire was smoldering between your cunt and abdomen, flooding over its expanse. And that’s when it happened again, that noise. The moan, gasp, and hiccup mix, it made Druig moan which sent your body over the edge.

The orgasm flooded over your body, that fire’s flames were six feet tall by now, and your body was burning. “Dru..” His name kept leaving your lips, higher pitched every time, your small hand hitting his chest softly. It made a small thud noise each time, against the hard shell of his suit. His fingers only moved faster with each hit, which seemed impossible. It was hard to hear what he was saying over the ringing in your ears, but you could make out a couple words here and there. “Good girl…” He breathed, his warm breath fanning across your face. “...gorgeous, (Y/N)..,” His voice trailing off.

When your the fog around your mind began to clear and your body to begin to relax again, you struggled to stand, putting most of your body weight onto Druig. The feeling of his fingers leaving your core made you feel empty, and dirty. Almost like it finally hit you what happened, and the consequences would soon follow. “(Y/N)...” He said, his tone quickly shifting back to a more nurturing tone. It was hard for you to look up at him, but he made you.

“I don’t think any different.” He explained, answering the main question running through your head. “In fact, I’ve wanted that, just as much, if not more, than you have.” His thumb ran over the soft skin covering your cheekbone. Your eyes finally met him again, “I saw you the other night, up in your chambers…” The last part came out as a mumble, confirming your thoughts. He hoped you wouldn’t be upset at him. But after that, how could you? “I knew that was you!” You exclaimed, in a playful manner. “You’re such a creep.” You joked, hitting his chest once again.

“Says the one who was touching herself to the thought of her best friend.”

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melanie-amaya60 · 3 months

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Barry keoghan! 💚

#barry keoghan #saltburn #barry keoghan smut #barry keoghan edit

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redheadspark · 2 years

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Only For You

Summary: You loved dating movie star Barry Keoghan and seeing sides of him that was only meant for you, especially his vulnerable side.

Warnings: This is a SMUT/SPICY piece. MINORS ARE NOT PERMITTED TO READ FROM HERE ON OUT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

W/C: 7,970

A/N: This is my first Barry Keoghan center piece and I hope I did okay. This is purely fiction and I appreciate Barry as an actor and basic human on this planet!!

You could feel the tension in the elevator as you stood side by side, your fingers barely grazing one another, you could see it in the reflection of the elevator doors as it was taking you one floor after another. Silence filled the small box, yet there were only two sounds heard. One was the elevator bell when you passed every floor.

The second was the labored breathing of your boyfriend Barry next to you.

You stayed still, leaning back against the elevator wall, and merely watched the numbers going higher and higher, indicating you were getting closer to your destination and to what you both were waiting for. The dress you were wearing was strapless and smooth, a deep blue dress that hugged the curves in the right way and flowed out to the ground. Your shoulders were bare, the extra fabric tucked in the right spots along your hips and backside to almost blend into your body as your hair was down and around your shoulders. This dress was comfortable, sexy, and overall perfect in how you felt in it as you felt his fingers graze your palm a bit more. You sighed, looking over at him finally to see his bright blue eyes looking right into yours.

Your boyfriend was teetering on breaking the tension, you felt it.

"Not yet, remember?" You asked softly, yet there was a twinge of coyness in your voice as he eyed you with a hint of desperation. You saw it in his bright blue eyes, the way his lips were barely in a tight line, and his fingers were still in contact with your hand. His tux made his eyes pop and his brown hair lighten up all the more, so for you to wait as well seemed a bit more tedious than anything. but you weren't going to show it with him, not when you knew you had the ball in your court with how this even went at his movie premiere.

You were never one to want to be in the spotlight, not a whole lot. It seemed a bit ironic since you were dating a movie star and have been for the last 12 months or so. Yet you wouldn't trade it, not with how happy you were with Barry. He was insanely private and rarely made a scene in the public eye, your relationship with one another was out of the public for a good 6 or 7 months before the paparazzi found you two snuggled together in the park with his dog Koda.

Since then, his fans wanted to know all about the mysterious girlfriend, and Barry would only give out little pieces of you to them with your permission. When it came to his movie premieres, you would come to a handful of them and give him support, seeing how over the moon he was with how he had you on his arm, and Barry would smile widely in front of the photographers as they snapped away at the pair of you.

Barry was smitten with you, full-on smitten and in love.

As sweet and a private person Barry was, he was also affectionate with his love for you. He didn't mind holding your hand in public, or sneaking a kiss on your cheek when you weren't expecting it. Barry loved wrapping his arms around you from behind as you read a book, or snuggling with you in bed after he had a long day on set and needed to unwind. He was safe enough for you to love him back, winding your arms around him as you two were sprawled on the couch with your eyes glued to a trashy reality show, or rubbing your foot against his while you two sat in a private booth at one of your favorite restaurants. There was no need to be overly affectionate, wanting to not show that to any paparazzi or passerby.

You both preferred to have that total and complete privacy, whether it was at your apartment or his. And when it was just the two of you, those tendencies of hiding went away. Long languid kisses that morphed into heavy petting, make-out sessions against the kitchen counter or on the bed, they were all amazing. It was your sacred time with Barry, and you never took it for granted. It was all sweet and gentle, until one night.

The one night that switched everything up.

He was gone all day on set, filming Marvel's Eternals and having to leave the hotel room he was staying in a bit too early in the morning. You were visiting and staying in his room for a few days, exploring the sites of the city during the day and doing some freelance work on your laptop while he was working. He came in that night looking rather tired, un-ceremoniously locking the hotel room behind him and slipping out of his jacket before he saw you in bed, typing away on your laptop with the TV on as white noise. He hopped on the bed, you giggled as he snuggled into you and breathed out heavily.

"Miss ya," He mumbled in your chest as you held him close. You two spoke for a few minutes before he started to nuzzle into you and kissed you softly, which turned into a heavy and intense makeup session. He was hovering over you, planting kiss after kiss along your jawline and then descending them down your neck. Every kiss felt so good against your skin, making you feel like you were melting into the bed while you clung to Barry like a lifeline. One kiss, in particular, was near your pulse line, you sighed against his head and neatly whimpered.

"Fuck Barry…that feels so good.." You moaned into his hold and against his head. You almost felt him stumble a bit when you said that, a whimper escaped his mouth as he was still pressing his lips against your neck. You heard it and felt it, making you think that something was wrong with him as you felt him pull away for a split second. He peered down at you, his eyes were insanely glazed and a bit more dilated than usual, and his breathing was shallow and short. All in all, he looked almost lost in your hold and stare.

"What's wrong?" You asked him, thinking that maybe something was wrong. He just exhaled shakily, taking a large gulp and shaking his head as you reached up to place a hand on his cheek to feel how warm it was. He leaned into your palm, kissing the skin there and keeping his eyes on you with a smirk.

"Nothin'….nothin' at all, baby. I just…." He paused and closed his eyes for a brief moment, "Fuck…you sayin' that it felt good…."

Somehow a smile formed on your face as he was saying this, almost sheepish to you in this heated moment. Barry didn't mind showing his emotions on his sleeve, even as a macho kind of guy who girls would swoon over. But with you, his guard was down and he loved more showing the more timid side of himself. Perhaps it was because it was just you and not one else around, but he didn't mind the vulnerability.

"You liked that?" You asked, not in a coy way but it almost sounded like it. Barry's eyes widen slightly, almost like a trigger that you set up. You leaned up a bit, pressing your forehead against his and keeping your eyes on him, "It's okay, you know. You can tell me you like it, Barry,"

You didn't know what was coming over you at that moment, and how bold you were being with Barry above you and kissing you. But perhaps you were feeling safe too, knowing that no one else was around and the hotel room was just for you two. He brought that out in you in how he would love on you and tell you he adored you, making you think you were the best thing in his life. Perhaps you were, and in that second you were willing to be bold too.

"I fuckin' love it when you tell me that," he whispered, his lips moving against your palm as he confessed to you in almost a broken whisper. You smiled, kissing his forehead and wrapping your other arm around his waist to pull him down. The confident and sexy movie star was being so vulnerable and open with you.

"Make me feel good, Barry," You hummed against his head, hearing him fully out moan before he leaned up to kiss you hotly against your lips and melt into the bed.

That night was massive for you two in your relationship, it was the best night of your life. You remember waking up to an empty bed, but with a love note on Barry's pillow and a single red rose perched on the top. You grinned, reading the note with blueing cheeks and remembering the night before so clearly. In your wildest dreams, you never thought you would see that side of Barry, willing to bend at your will and your commands in bed and give you so much love. It was safe to say he got off taking care of you, perhaps as a sign of wanting to let go of control and give someone else the reigns.

You loved it, there was no doubt about that.

It never happened consistently, but when it did it felt cosmic. Barry was putty in your hands when you worked him up the right way, watching you with his wide blue eyes as you gently and calmly told him how to love you and take care of you. It was gentle at first, showing him where to touch you and how to kiss you and it would do it without a second thought.

"Touch me along here….right there. That's it, Barry….fuck I love your hands…"

Then over time it grew, the gentleness was there but it was getting more intense at times. Barry craved to follow your commands, loving to touch you where he knew you would whimper or kiss where you knew you would moan softly. It was getting him riled up too, clearly evident with the tent on his pants when you go were going at it. Especially when he was really tightly wound up and about to snap, sometimes after a boxing session with his trainer or an intense day on set. He would come in, you seeing and almost seeing the tension in his shoulders and arms as locked eyes with you. You knew what he needed and you were going to help him. Those moments were the best for you, knowing he was going to be pliant for you as he pulled you roughly in his arms and kissed you hotly, showing you he needed you to make him let go.

Other times it was texts. It seemed silly, but you did love sending suggestive texts to Barry when he was gone on set or in the middle of an interview during a press tour. It was almost a thrill to catch him by surprise, meeting with him in secret after an interview, and feel him press you against the wall of an abandoned alleyway and kiss you sweetly and passionately, out of the sight of others.

"You can't get me worked up like that and think it would affect me, baby," He hummed against your neck, almost sounding like a growl as you pulled him a bit closer.

You both made sure you were in the right headspace before you would dive into those moments together, Barry always communicated with you when he needed you to take control, or you would communicate with him. The last thing either one of you wanted was to push it too far with one another, and you've never done so. it was sacred and private for the pair of you, and you both craved it once in a while.

That night after the premiere was one of those nights.

Barry had some connections to get you a dress for the premier, a stylist and her posey came into the hotel suite you and Barry rented out for the night and they brought in the dress. You were a bit overwhelmed with the whole process since the other premieres you've been to were smaller and more intimate. This one was on a global scale with how much press and rave reviews it was getting, but the stylist knew how to get you ready and looking like a million bucks. Finally, after some time in the make-up chair and getting the whole look ready, you met Barry in the lobby of the hotel. Once he saw you come out of the elevator, his eyes went wide and a massive smile was on his face.

He had his own people with him, calling to get the car ready for you two to sneak into with a handful of paparazzi outside the hotel taking pictures of your reaction to one another. But there was another look Barry was giving you as he was giving you a small kiss on the cheek and taking your hand instantly in his own. A private look and no one else knew or could register. You saw him search your eyes as he drank in your appearance, his eyes briefly going down to your strapless dress and seeing how much skin you were giving him and exposing to the public.

The look was a hint of possession, that you were his and his alone. And he was loving what he was seeing.

You two got into the car, the driver whisking you off to the premier and knowing the route. It was just the pair of you, the rest of Barry's people in the car behind you. Once it was just the pair of you, you looked down at your attire and rearranged a bit in the seat, Barry watching you with his alluring look on his face as he grinned widely at you.

"You look stunnin'," He hummed, you looked over at him and saw the familiar and private gaze on his face. You cocked a grin.

"Do I?" You coyly asked, seeing him nod his head as he leaned over to press a kiss against your cheek. The palms that were pressed together in its hold tightened slightly, another sign that Barry was in more of a seductive mood.

"I can't wait to show you off to the world tonight," He hummed against your cheek, you sighing and moving to hold his jawline gently within your manicured fingers. You made him pull away slightly, seeing his bright eyes watch you in his tux and his nearly poised brown hair. You loved it when he was giving you that look, teetering barely on giving in and crumbling since his willpower seemed so small at that moment. But you knew better, you knew this game and how he would be willing to wait…teasingly and achingly wait….for you to tell him to cave.

"And I can't wait to show you what's underneath," You purred at him, seeing his eyes widen slightly, "But only after the premier…when we're all alone. Do you think you can wait that long? For me?"

Barry gulped, looking down at your dress and appearance once again. It was almost too easy for him since you knew he would do it for you. You both had enough trust to play this game, the solid foundation with one another deepened and strengthened over time. It sounded playful at that moment in the car, but you both knew better. Later in the night, it was going to be explosive and deep, and thrilling.

He nodded his head a bit rapidly, you tracing his jawline with your fingers and smiling gently at him as he found his voice gravely, "Only for you,"

Only for you. The three words he would use with you constantly.

The rest of the night was both fast and yet long. Fast because you were swept in taking pictures for the media with Barry's arm around you, with him staring down at you with love in his eyes as he would sneak a kiss against your cheek and show you off in front of the cameras. Sometimes you did get dizzy with how the lights were flicking in your face, but this wasn't your first premiere. You knew where to smile and where to pose, Barry not too far away from you and having his somewhat possessive hold on your arm and waist.

Slowly, because you and Barry knew what was going to happen right after the premier.

Ever since you two spoke in the car, there was a sense of anticipation between the pair of you as soon as you made it to the premiere. The lingering thought of what will be was on the back of both of your minds, almost like an inch that you were trying to ignore and not scratch. It was hard not to think about yourself, the images that were being made in your mind were too alluring and too tempting to ignore at times.

You weren't the only one. Barry was thinking about it too. The way he would stare at you a pinch too long when you two would pose for pictures, or how he would hold you a pinch closer with his arm around your lower waist with his fingers pressed into the fabric of your dress. Even when you two made it into the theater, your eyes glued to the screen and watching the movie with the rest of the audience, you felt the energy from Barry sizzling and nearly molding into your energy. HIs hand ever left your hand or arm, tracing our skin very lightly with the pads of his thick and calloused fingers and never once slowing down in its cadence. You've seen this before, you've felt this before too. It was the smaller signs in the very beginning.

Barry was ready, beyond ready. You were too, but you had to wait.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time in that theater, Barry got the car ready as soon as you two were walking out of the front doors, briskly walking past the last of the media and waving to the photographers. He opted not to go to the afterparty, explaining to the producers and his cast members that he wanted to have a quiet night alone with you. Part of that was true, and you just followed him right into the car.

After being in the car for 10 excruciating minutes, and needing to act casual walking back through the lobby of the hotel and towards the elevators was bad enough. Yet once the doors closed, you both were still just waiting….counting down the seconds and hearing them almost tick within your own mind as you were going higher and higher up in that box. Finally, the doors opened on the floor you were in, Barry holding the door open for you as you walked out smoothly and calmly. You knew he was right behind you, hearing his heavy feet in his dress shoes while you were making your way to the hotel room that was waiting for you, for the both of you. Every step closer to the door, your heart was beating a bit faster and harder. It wasn't that you two haven't done something like this before, but it was the build-up from the past few hours that made everything feel so sensitive and light against your skin, like sizzling electricity.

Once you made it to the door, you could only take a long deep breath to recenter yourself. A hand snaked next to you with the hotel key, tapping the pad and opening the door. Barry held it open for you, saying nothing but you knew it in his face alone. His eyes were on you, solely on you, and his stance seemed a bit rigid. Even as an actor coming from one of the biggest premiers of his carrier, he seemed to be just….Barry.

You walked in, seeing the familiar suite that was given to you and Barry for this event alone and walking to the middle. You faced away from the door, hearing the door gently close and the lock going right in. Finally, the hanging thought of needing to be alone was now evident. There was no more waiting, no more wondering when it was going to happen.

It was happening, and you finally had this moment with Barry.

You felt his hands on your sides instantly, gentle to touch but possessive in grip. His breath was right up against your neck, making you almost shiver a bit as you felt his nose gently graze the column of your neck and down to your bare shoulder. He didn't have to say it, but you knew he was waiting, anxiously waiting for you to make the first move. That level of trust was there, you both have done this with one another before, and now it's all about timing and how you wished to play this out in your hotel room suite. The celebrity actor at your bidding was surreal to think about.

"Do you how much I wanted to touch you," He hummed against your neck, his voice like a soothing tremor laced with a hint of need, "All over….even with people watchin'? You looked so gorgeous out there for everyone to see…..and to think this is only for me,"

He was still not willing to touch you more, not beyond the grazing of his fingers along your arms and his lips barely caressing your neck when he spoke. He still knew to wait, he knew that it would be good for him if he waited long enough. It was tempting to make him wait more, something deep inside of you wished that you could last yourself just to see this side of Barry that was meant for you. It made you remember what you asked of him back in the car on the way to the premiere, hearing those three words from him that made you love him all the more.

"Only for you…."

"You look so stunnin' today baby," He purred against your shoulder alluringly, "Can I please—"

"Go sit on the bed," You found your voice, finally. He stopped, his hands not moving on your arm and his lips freezing against your skin as you sounded a bit authoritative. Maybe it was wearing this dress for far too long, or filing the very gentle touches of Barry throughout the night and in that moment, but you didn't feel like letting it draw out as much anymore. So you reached to lace your hands together on your right side, gently guiding him from behind you and seeing him stare down at you with his glazed eyes, almost like a predator wishing to pounce and devour his prey.

Devour…..that was the right word in how Barry was staring at you.

"I remember telling you that I wanted to show you what was underneath this dress," you explained calmly to him, though your voice sounded a bit shaky. Barry searched your eyes with his, sensing that you were telling the truth as you spoke again, "Go sit on the edge of the bed, so I can show you what I'm wearing,"

Barry visibly gulped, almost like he was slapped across the face from what you told him. Yet within a second, he released your hand, moving swiftly over to the king-sized bed, and perched himself right on the edge, keeping his eyes on you for your next move. You gave him a soft smile, walking over very carefully and slowly. AS you walked, you slipped out of the heels you were wearing, leaving them where you dropped them on the carpet floor as you finally stood in front of Barry. He was staring up at you, his stare made you think he was having an out-of-body experience. That gaze he gave you, filled with fascination and love for you, was enough for you to remember to breathe.

You leaned down to him to loosen the skinny tie he was wearing, letting the tie fall to the ground and undoing the top button near his neck. Barry's eyes were on you the whole time, to which you were grinning at him as you finally looked him directly in the eyes. You kissed him softly, hearing him hum and almost whimper from the gentle kiss as he kissed you back just as slowly. Kissing Barry was already a thrill for you, it made you think of the summer rain or the feel of the ocean when you would duck your head under the waves.

You barely pulled away, your lips still brushing against his, "Take off those shoes and jacket. I want you to be comfortable for me, babe,"

Barry slightly grinned, you felt his lips move as you moved back and took a few steps back to be fully in front of him. He slipped his shoes off without moving his eyes from you as if he was afraid he was going to miss something from you. Once his dress shoes were on the floor next to the bed, he then slipped off his tux jacket, leaving him in his dark dress shirt and black pants. He sat there, still as a statue as you two were watching one another, a few bears passed between the pair of you.

Finally, you moved, your fingers finding the one zipper along the backside of the dress, right alone your spine starting at the top and then down. Once you grabbed the latch with one hand, you slowly lowered the zipper all the way down, your other hand holding the top of the dress up and keeping it intact. As you were doing this, Barry's eyes never left you. Yet as the zipper was getting lower and lower to your lower back, you could see Barry trying to refrain from moving. His hands were making fists on the bed, almost white-knuckled, and one of his legs are barely bouncing a bit.

That control he had was slowly slipping.

Finally, the zipper was completely down, and the dress swiftly dropped to the ground in a pool around your bare feet. You were in a simple and yet elegant strapless bra and panty set, opting to be comfortable that night and not wear anything that would pinch you. You've never had to wear a strapless bra before, so you were a bit nervous about how he was going to react. But once you were there, nearly naked with your gorgeous dress around your feet, you could see how his eyes were wide and a whole new face was there. You were never one to wear complicated lingerie, thinking it would be too much for you. Barry never minded it, calling you beautiful in whatever you wore for him.

"Jesus…." Barry said in a low tone, taking in a large inhale as he scanned your body up and down. He rubbed his head a bit aggressively with one hand, almost like he was making sure he wasn't dreaming and he was wide awake. You just grinned at him, feeling that immense love from him in how he was drinking you in. Of course, you weren't a skinny model, the curves in your hips with the dip along your ribcage and the slight thickness of your thighs and soft belly. In Barry's words, the first night you two got together in bed, he called you a "True beautiful woman."

Was he thinking the same thing then?

You walked back over to him, stepping over the fallen dress and feeling his heated eyes drilling into yours like he was drilling a hole into you. But you didn't care, not when you were now standing right in front of him in only your bra and panties, with your disheveled hair around your shoulders and your light makeup still on. Reaching down, you grabbed one fisted hand on his side and made his finger uncurl, letting your fingers mesh together. His hand was hot, making you almost shake a bit from feeling it against your clammy hand.

"All I want you to do tonight….." You paused, seeing Barry hang on your every word and keep his other hand on the bed. So you moved, taking that hand on the bed that was clutching too tight, placing it along your bare skin near your bra. You shivered, Barry intaking a sharp breath and almost leaning into you from feeling your soft skin on his fingers. You wanted to find the right word for what you wanted him to do. Fuck? That was too rough and too intense for something like this. Make Love? Too gentle and simple. Then, you found the word, leaning down a bit to almost touching your forehead with Barry's as he was about to snap with his control.

"I just want you to devour me,"

He moved, right before you could say anything else. His arm went around your waist smoothly and swiftly, yanking you down onto his lap, and your shared hands released so he could touch your jawline and kiss you deeply. You both moaned, your spare hand going onto his hair and pulling slightly as you both started making out on the edge of the bed. The pace was a hint rushed, but the steadiness was there as his hand on your ribs moved to touch the back of your bra, snapping it off with ease and letting the garment fall to the ground. Barry framed your back and spine with his arm, making his hand latch onto the back of your neck.

Your hands moved to his chest, touching the buttons there along his chest and both of your hands moved to take out the first two buttons a bit clumsily while Barry was still pushing every kiss against you with a hint of desperation. You finally huffed, grabbing the shirt tightly in your hands and giving one yank.

Buttons went flying, and his bare chest was seen.

"Fuckin' hell," He moaned, moving his hands away for a brief moment to throw off the shirt that was now buttonless, chucking it to the ground and going back to grab you. His hand went back to your waist, teasingly touching the edge of your breast with trembling fingers while his other hand was on your bare thigh. You sighed, loving the feeling of his hands on your skin.

"Can I….can I please.." You heard him say against your jawline, feeling his fingers barely touch your breast but trying not to engulf them in his whole hand. You were inwardly screaming out, loving that he was waiting and hanging on your every word and command even in the heat of the moment. You just rolled your hips slightly in his lap, feeling him groan as you found your voice.

"Yeah…yeah please," you breathed. His hand moved and took your whole breast in hand, feeling him shiver and lean into you a bit more as you were merely just sitting in his lap. His lips on your neck, one hand on your breast and the other on your thigh, it felt like heaven. That itch was getting harder and harder to fix, but you wanted it so bad since you landed in his lap. Since you felt him kiss your cheek in the car.

Since forever.

"I love how you're making me feel so good," You crooned in his hair as kept caressing you on your thigh and breast. The lips on your neck nearly shook when you praised him, you pulling yourself a bit closer to him and moving your hands along his arms and back to almost soothe him as he was loving on you, "No one else can make me feel so good, baby. I fucking love your lips….your hands…"

As you were talking about his hands, your own moved to his hand on your thigh, gently grasping it and moving it up your thigh every more towards your core. Barry passed, inhaling sharply as he pulled away and looked up at you. You watched him, still guiding his hands to get closer and closer to where you needed to take care of the ache. Barry watched your eyes, you taking a long even breath before you nodded your head, silently permitting him.

Keeping his eyes on you, he had his hand glide over your lower belly and down, beneath your underwear, and right over your aching core.

Your eyes rolled back, Barry's mouth going right to the front of your neck as he started to work your folds smoothly and swiftly. The first time he ever did this with you, he was nervous as well and a bit clumsy. It was a new level of trust for the pair of you, Barry getting you off with just his hand. At first, he thought he was doing it wrong, worried that he killed the mood. But you guided him, showing him where to place his fingers and how to bend them so. When you orgasmed with his fingers deep inside of you, Barry was so starstruck and almost beside himself.

Since then, he knew exactly how to make you climax with his fingers alone, and it was one of his favorite ways too.

This was just the same: his fingers there thick and a pinch rough touching your glistening folds and teasing the clit very slightly as you were holding on for dear life. You had no idea how worked up you are until his hands touched your pussy, inwardly knowing that he was going to make you cum faster than you realized. Yet you craved it, knowing deep down that Barry too would get hot and bothered from making you moan and writhe in his lap.

"God your fucking fingers…" You moaned into his hair as he kissed your chest, his lips slowly moving over to your neglected breast as the other was carefully and gently touching your nipple, "You know how to fuck me with them….I love it w-w-when you fuck me and make me cum with just your fingers, Barry. You're such a good boy…."

It was another trigger and you knew it, Barry groaning hard against your chest as one of his fingers slipped inside of you and curled. You rolled your hips hard, pressing your whole mount against his palm and getting more friction where you needed it as Barry kissed your breast with his open mouth. Your fingers went into his hair and you gutted out another loud moan into his hair as he moved his finger in and out. That coil inside of you was getting tighter and tighter, Barry hitting that spongy spot with the tip of his finger to make your thighs start to shake and your eyes glassy. That edge was beyond close, you both knew it.

"Put one more in, Barry. For the love of God…please—" You begged against his head, cutting off abruptly as he did just that. The stretch was sin and you opened your mouth for a silent groan, your hips moving before you could stop it. All that was heard was the harsh breathing from the pair of you, the rhythm of his hand against your cunt, and the small amount of wetness against his hand as he was about to make your cum hard.

"Make me cum," you stuttered against his forehead as your hips and his hand started to collide over and over, "Please….please Barry make me cum….be a good boy and make me cum…"

Barry thrust his fingers two more times and all you felt was a sheer white pleasure.

You inwardly thanked your lucky stars that the suite you two were in was isolated from other rooms since the moans you gave out were almost animalistic. That orgasm came hard, melting into you and through you from the top of your head to your toes. There was no better feeling in the world, and the fact that Barry did that to you and made you cum, was heavenly.

After a solid few long seconds, you were fairly calming down but still shaking a bit. You blinked slowly, a blessed out look on your face as you opened your eyes and looked down at the very man under you. It made you realize that he watched you, the entire time, orgasming with his fingers still knuckles deep in you and his own blissed-out look on his face. It was a beautiful thing to see, and you engrained it in your mind forever.

It was really helpful to see that he was rock hard, you noticed the visible bulge in his dress pants that looked beyond tight. You exhaled.

"I think you need to fuck me," you hummed, your voice laced like honey and almost breathy from your recent orgasm, "You need to fuck me, baby?"

"Please," he hummed and pleaded, slowly pulling his fingers out of you. You groaned, feeling that emptiness within your cunt as his fingers glistened from your release. You nodded your head, reaching down with shaky fingers and squeezing him through his pants. He shuttered.

"Fuck me, Barry," You said to him in a low command. You both moved quickly, you getting on the bed as Barry shot up and chucked off his pants and underwear in the process. Scooting back to the pillows on the massive bed, you leaned back and threw off your own panties, watching as Barry was now completely bare to you. All of his muscles along his arms and back from his boxing sessions, his toned thighs that stood out and made your mouth water. His girth was long and thick and nearly red from being neglected all this time. But nothing, nothing was better than the look Barry would give you when he was deep within his own feelings and lust for you.

He moved, so naturally and smoothly as he crawled over the bed and hovered right above you. You peered up into his blue orbs, the pair of you lose and ready to collide and mold into one, but you felt that you both needed to pause and drink one another in. The shyness of being naked in front of one another was long gone, replaced with a new sense of intimacy and gentleness, love and affection.

You could watch Barry for hours and hours on end, in any way shape or form, and be blissfully happy.

He leaned down to touch your cheek with his fingers, his other hand going to his cock and tugging it a few times as his eyes were solely on you. You moved to kiss his fingers, seeing him nearly melt from the sweet gesture as you felt him align his cock between your legs. Your thighs parted for him as he pressed his forehead to yours, your thighs dangled together as he took in one smooth breath.

"I fucking love you so much," he hummed in a whisper, kissing you sound as he finally entered you slowly.

You opened your mouth from the feeling, Barry swallowing your moan down with his lips as the stretch was felt all over from his cock going in slowly but smoothly. It was the best stretch and burn that you ever experienced in your life, and it was always thrilling every time you did this. That sensation of being full, the fullness going through your whole body and making you almost go into a haze, an addicting and a chasing feeling you never wanted to forget ever. Barry finally stopped, almost bursting as he was finally in a good spot buried inside of you. You rubbed his arms and neck, both to calm him and to calm yourself at the same time from the intense feeling you two were going through together.

"You okay?" He asked in a harsh whisper, seeing the look on your face from both the pleasure and intensity. You gulped, nodding your head as he leaned down to kiss you under your eye and your chin. You loved that he would check in on you and make sure you were okay during sex, never wanting to just rush through the pleasure and the height of excitement. It was the softer side of Barry, once again, that you loved and knew was just for you. So when he saw you were comfortable, settled in with the sensations of his cock deep inside of you, you squeezed his arm as a signal.

He rolled his hips once, deep and slow. You arched your back and pressed your chest to his.

You could feel every thrust and roll of his hips as he pushed in and out, keeping his upper body up to not crush you but keeping his eyes on you as you were squirming and clinging onto you. You could feel those walls pulling him in as he pushed in, almost begging for him to stay inside of you as he was keeping the steady and hard pace. It took some time and plenty of practice for the pair of you to know what the other wanted and craved. He knew you preferred him to fuck you deep and slow, never a rush but more like a marathon. Barry knew you wanted to feel everything, and he made sure to deliver. This was the same thing. Your legs wrapped around his waist to keep him buried, your hands on his biceps to be grounded as every push and thirst gave you a spark in your belly and fire along your veins.

"I love how you fuck me," You moaned into his mouth as his thrusts were getting harder and deeper, the mattress beneath you moving every time he pushed, "I love how you make me feel so good with how you fuck me hard. I don’t want anyone else to fuck me but you….you do it so good for me, baby. Keep going, don't stop….don't stop please…."

It was almost like a pleading whimper with the way you were begging him, but it was still praising him at the same time as he grunted and sped up a bit faster. One of your hands moved to touch his ass, gasping it in almost an attempt to guide him as one of his hands reached up to grasp the headboard above your head. He clung onto it, his hips rolling smoothly and deeply to hit the same spots that made you almost black out. Just seeing him above you as he was clutching the headboard so hard you thought it would snap off, and seeing the blissed-out look on his face, made you nearly orgasm again there.

But you were watching him as he was thrusting, seeing his face confront and almost tighten up. The sure sign he was about to cum. The first time you saw that face he made, you thought he was downfall sinful and gorgeous at the same time. Seeing him about to teetering off the edge and have the pleasure all through his body was blissful. You wanted to see it every time you two had sex, and you wanted to see it now.

"You feel so good around me," He moaned down to you, feeling the snap of his hips as you were nodding fervently as he went on, "I can't….I can't hold on anymore, baby.."

"Don't you dare," You said in a groan too, leaning up to wrap a hand around his neck to pull him down to be closer to you. One thrust hit you both hard, Barry groaned loudly as you leaned your lips over to his pulse point. It was once of his sensitive spots during sex, the pulse under the skin on his neck was running on a high and to touch it at the right moment would make him let go. So you traced his pulse with your tongue, then you latched on very lightly with your teeth and gave the smallest and gentlest bite you could ever give.

Within two more thrusts, Barry was cumming hard and his loud moan rang into the room.

You felt all that warmth flood in you as his hips were stuttering and staggering from their cadence, his orgasm flowing through him and taking its time as it triggered your second orgasm. This time it was more subtle, but you knew he felt your pussy fluttering around his cock that was emptying inside of you. The fact that you both climaxed within seconds from one another was thrilling and memorable, Barry having no more upper body strength to hold himself up as he released his hand from the headboard shakily. He lowered down to rest next to you, still inside of you and pulling you in close as he was finally calming himself down and sighing in both relief and from that high.

You held him tightly, your orgasm at its plateau as you were shaking like a leaf somewhat under him. He kissed your face, neck, and any skin he could reach with his shaky lips. The sheer line of sweat on him and you gave you both a glow in the room, a soothing and calm sensation over the pair of you like a cloud as you both finally rested and sighed in relief.

It had to have been a site to see if someone did walk into your suite: your clothes all over the floor, the small scent of sweat and sex in the air, and two very naked people wrapped in one another on the messed-up king bed. But you loved it, knowing he did too. You breathed deeply for a few long minutes, finally pushing Barry's sweaty hair out of his eyes as you grinned at him rather sheepishly. Your own hair was covered in sweat and askew on the pillows beneath you, but the way Barry looked at you seemed like he was seeing some heavenly creature.

"Fuck…..that was….I can't even talk," Barry huffed at you, though he cracked his signature grin as you giggled and kissed his sweaty forehead.

"You wrecked me for good," You agreed, grimacing a bit as you two were getting stiff in the bed, "We should shower and clean ourselves off though.."

"No," Barry huffed, snuggling in closer like a koala and kissing your collarbone with his lips, "I wanna stay here with ya for a little longer, baby."

"Babe, we're both a bit filthy at the moment," You reasoned, touching his shoulder blades with his fingers and gliding them back and forth, "Besides….isn't there a massive tub in that bathroom suite that we can both fit in?"

Barry's eyes flicked up at you, an eyebrow raised as you shrugged. He then cocked a grin, slowly moving up and pulling out of you with some uncomfortableness on both of your faces. He kissed your face to take away the feeling, then scooped you in his arms bridal style. You squealed, still naked and covered in sweat, and some of your both shared releases between your legs as he moved off the bed, walking the pair of you to the bathroom.

"I do feel bad we ruined the bedsheets though," you said in a groan, resting your head on his bare chest as you walked. Barry just chuckled.

"I'll pay them extra for new sheets." He replied with no remorse, "Now, let's wash up together, M'lady." You snickered as he took you to the lavish bathtub that was calling your names.

The End.

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Artemis

Oliver Quick x f!Reader

My fic masterlist

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 is the best thing about a karaoke night, besides your amazing number?" asked Oliver and gave the answer himself, "It's 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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Paring: Oliver Quick x Fem!Reader

Word count: 3520

Summary: You’d only been visiting family at Saltburn for a few weeks, but this time you couldn’t shift the feeling of something or someone watching you.

Warnings: SMUT (ONLY READ IF YOU ARE 18+) unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), choking, stalking? Kind of?, two way mirrors, vague horror ish themes, dubious consent, generally fucked up smut overall

Writers note: Hi friends! This is my first Oliver fic, I’m planning on writing more so let me know if you have any requests. I’ve only seen the film once so I apologise if my writing of him isn’t quite right yet.. just read his parts with his accent and I think it works! Please share, comment, like and all of those good things 💕💕

Part 2

21 days, almost a full month, that’s how long it had taken you to get to grips with the enormity of Saltburn. Most of that time had been spent mistakenly walking into a linen closet which supplied one of the many bedrooms believing it was the entrance to your room. You’d even drawn yourself a map by this point and somehow, you still managed to get lost, the house was almost as much of a maze as the actual maze in the garden was. You had checked off your room, all of the shared spaces and most of the other bedrooms, inhabited or otherwise, all marked down perfectly on your little map. There was only one wing of the house which you were not allowed into, Elsbeth called it the ‘bachelor pad’ something you know Felix would have at the very least groaned at. He’d been sharing this space with his guest, another student named Oliver. He was quiet, a bit of a mystery overall but from that you assessed that he was a man who liked his privacy, making you chalk up their reluctance to have you in that space no more than a matter of comfort. A comfort you wish that you could say you felt also.

You visited Saltburn many times as a child, the family themselves were distant relatives of yours which is why you always summered there when your parents were away on business. You’d never felt uncomfortable there before, but this time something was different even though you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was the heat getting to you, maybe it was the ever changing list of house guests that visited or the way that it seemed the eyes on the paintings of long dead aristocracy seemed to follow you around the room. Something had changed, if only you could put your finger on it.. or a toe.. maybe even an out stretched palm if you felt confident enough, anything to make this restlessness end. Every night that you laid in bed, you felt something, someone, watching you. You had checked, you’d opened every door, searched every shelf and wandered into every linen closet in the vicinity of your room and every time, nothing. Your well drawn map granting you no ease of mind, even with all of the labels you’d added to it over the last few weeks. The constant tossing and turning ceased only by one saving grace, you’d remembered to pack your vibrator.

Every night like clockwork your little buzzing friend would find the tingling mound between your legs, slipping in and out seamlessly like always, making you cum within a few minutes. That was until tonight, maybe you should have expected it. 21 days in a row of usage, the batteries were sure to go flat at some point, you just didn’t think it would be so soon. Placing it into the draw of the bedside table you go back to the constant pacing feeling in your mind as you attempted to sleep. The watching feeling was back, the hairs on your arms standing up, the feeling of the familiar prickling at the back of your neck as if something dangerous was approaching from the shadows. But sleep finally took you, once again.

The sound of knuckles tapping against the wood of the door early every morning tore you from your sleep, a much needed sleep. The curtains being torn open and the light hitting your face remind you of where you are almost immediately, at least this time with the maids in your room you knew who was watching you. ‘Breakfast is ready’ she says as she leaves the room as promptly as she arrived, off to wake another of the Saltburn family without a doubt. Crawling out of bed in your white night dress, you throw on a matching robe over the top, fumbling your slippers on, briefly checking your reflection in the full length mirror mounted to the wall across from your bed before wandering down the long halls to the breakfast table. Taking your usual seat you notice no one else has awoken yet, your tired eyes settling on the food in front of you, you almost fall asleep sitting up eating. The exhaustion of the last few days finally catching up with you. ‘You looked frustrated last night’ a low voice utters quietly a few seats across from you, the low muttering making you jump out of your skin with shock.

‘Excuse me?’ You question, a puzzled look on your face which could have been mistaken for anger, your words coming out harsher than you expected. You see the man across from you almost retreat into himself, he’d barely uttered a word to you in the last 21 days and now this? Your mind immediately flashing back to your frustration at your vibrator unceremoniously dying on you, surely that isn’t what he refers to tho.. right? ‘Oh Oliver, I’m sorry, I’m so tired that came out poorly. what do you mean?’ You question, making Oliver un tense slightly.

‘I saw you looking for something last night’ he begins. ‘Anything I can help with?’ He questions.

‘Oh, That. I was just trying to get a better lay of the land. Every time i visit I swear this place is rearranged, it’s like a new house every time.’ You reply.

‘Sure, that must have been it’ he replies, no follow up, nothing. Although it was more of a conversation than you’d managed with him this whole time, you expected maybe something else would have come from this. He could have offered to help you, anything. Although you hadn’t spoken that much you’d find it hard to argue that you hadn’t developed a little crush on him, his dark hair in contrast with his piercing blue eyes, surely that would make any girl swoon.

Just as you finally thought of something to say, the thought of offering him an invitation to explore the mansion with you to further expand your map, the rest of the family arrived, keen to discuss plans for the day. Your hopes of getting to know Oliver better shattered once again.

You continued your day like normal, a dip in the pool, a little bit of reading, another trip to a random room to expand the map and eventually dinner and straight to bed.

Once again you were kept up, tonight you indulged in wine a little bit more than usual, the knowledge of the lack of batteries to fuel your only release weighing heavy on your mind.

Crawling into bed you listen to the creaking of the wooden floorboards in the hallway, the sound of the old house almost swaying in the breeze as if that were possible. You try to ignore the familiar ache between your thighs as you long for sleep subtly grinding against the palm of your hand as you crave the release you know you can’t have. The feeling growing stronger and your movements becoming more unsubtle as you move the covers off of you, the fabric of your night dress pooling up around your hips as you grind, longing for that familiar feeling. ‘Ugh, fuck sake’ you groan, it’s of no use. You roll over frustratedly, your face buried in pillows as you let out a silent scream. That’s when you hear it, the floorboards creaking, the sound too loud to be from the hallway and it wasn’t just creaking this time, footsteps. But it couldn’t be, you’d locked the door to your room, the only other way in was through the window which you had ensured was locked.

‘Hello?’ You ask tentatively, sitting bolt upright in bed at this point. You weren’t sure if you prayed for an answer or not, at least if there were an answer you’d know for certain that you weren’t alone. But no answer came.

2:41am, you’d checked the clock at least 20 times by now every time you had almost drifted to sleep another creak on the floorboards would tare you from your dreams. It sounded almost as if they were getting closer, they’d began earlier by your mirror and by now they were approaching the head of the bed. Sometimes you even thought you could feel something touching you, lightly re arranging the way your hair fell on the pillow, or something lightly tugging at the blanket that covered your body. But this time you felt it for sure.

The weight on the bed shifted, while you lay in the middle, the bed dipped on the side, the unmistakeable feeling of someone sitting at the side of the bed. Another second and you felt it, a hand on your ankle wrapped tight. Terrified you sit, unable to move. You never imagined this is how you’d be in this position, you’d scream and fight when you’d imagined this scenario previously but you were wrong, so wrong. You lay there silently, only when you felt the grip on your ankle tighten did you even let on that you were awake as you were harshly dragged down the bed, now splayed out in the middle. Before you could scream a hand smacks over your mouth with a slap, silencing any sound that could have come out of you.

‘What were you thinking about?’ A voice in the dark asks, an accent of some sort laced in his words surely belonging to the owner of the strong hands currently pinning you against the bed. ‘Who were you thinking about?’ The voice continues, more demanding this time as the accent becomes clearer, Oliver? Surely not. The sweet, quiet man who sits across from you silenced by his own nervousness every breakfast, it can’t be him. You try to answer, your words muffled by the hand over your mouth, although you’re sure it would be less of an answer and more of a demanding to get out of your room.

‘Was it me? Tell me it was me.’ He demands, his hand dropping from your mouth to your throat, wrapped around tightly grasping at the column of your neck.

‘I-I Uhm’ your reply coming out as nonsense. He was right, you had been thinking of him. You’d seen his physique while sunbathing, sneaking a glance when you believed no one would notice. But now with his hand wrapped around your neck and his body pressing into yours your mind was blank.

‘Answer me’ he demands, hand tightening as his face grows ever closer to yours. At this distance you swear you can almost see the moonlight shining through the window reflecting off of his blue eyes, glimmering at you.

‘You.. it was you’ you stutter out quietly, your words shocking even you as they come out breathy and quiet.

‘What a good girl you’ve been for me’ he says, his grip loosening on your throat as he glides his index finger down your cheek.

‘Bu-but how did you.. where.. what’ you question, a full sentence becoming too much for your brain to handle, but the man on top of you seems to have gotten the gist of your line of questioning.

‘I’ve been watching you’ he replies. ‘You and your little map. Wandering around like you own the place’ his words laced with venom. ‘I’ll admit you did make it harder for me. You thought you were so smart checking everywhere, you never bothered to check within your own room’. He continues as your eyes fight with the dark, darting around every corner of the room. That’s when you spot it, the light reflecting off of the mirror slightly wrong, it was almost as if the glass was rippling, the reflection always seeming a little off, it was a two way mirror. From the spot where it was mounted on the wall, you realised that it was pushed slightly further than usual, the story all making sense in your mind suddenly. You hadn’t been imaging things, you had heard footsteps inside the room, someone was watching you, Oliver.

‘Our rooms share a serving corridor as these old houses do sometimes’ he says as if it was an obvious fact, something everyone would know. He could see a million questions whirling behind your eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts as his soft fingers against your cheek suddenly turn into a slap, grasping your face turning your lips into a pout. ‘Now, I know what you do to sleep and I took the liberty of removing the batteries from your useless little toy there’ he sneers at you, you can almost feel his smirk against your lips as he comes in closer. This was nothing like the man you had vaguely come to know over the last few weeks, he was mean, cruel even and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you admitted that you liked it, you loved this version of Oliver. ‘I thought, just maybe if you’d get impatient enough you’d come to me yourself. But the little miss never came’ he continues, finding himself amusing at his own pun. ‘So I came to you’ putting extra emphasis on his words to make a point as to almost poke at you. ‘Now, I can either leave and go back to my room or I can help you with your predicament. Would you like that?’ He questions, still holding your face in his hands ensuring you look straight into his eyes as your head nods, partially guided by Oliver’s hand moving your face for you. ‘Good girl’ he places a light peck onto your lips. ‘The former was never really an option anyway, did you really think I could leave all this now that I have you here?’ His question sounding more like a statement, he didn’t care about your answer, he decided you belonged to him the moment he stepped into the room. His hand slips from your face, grasping your throat once more before climbing further onto the bed, throwing the covers off of you and pushing your night dress up.

He sighs, the view of you almost making him cum on the spot. Oliver never imagined he’d actually do it, sure he’d thought of the thousand ways he could take you, he wanted to bend you over and fuck your brains out over the breakfast table every morning for the last month and now, in this single sigh he released a months worth of frustration. His desperate hands kneading at the supple flesh of your thighs, roaming up to where he was at his most desperate for you. The moment the pad of his thumb pressed against your clit a jolt of electricity raced through your body, moving you with a shocked flinch against the bed. His eyes bore into yours as if almost warning you to stay still, a warning you would absolutely heed. His eyes transfixed on yours as his thumb swirled around your sensitive nub, gathering slick from your entrance just to return to your clit, your climax building from the moment he touched you. You were almost there, your peak was in sight you could feel it building when he tore his hand from you. A smirk pressed against his lips as he bent down to kiss you, he was proud, he ruined your orgasm and he was proud of it. Just as you settled into the lack of his touch, his lips hovering against yours he plunged his fingers into you, without warning a loud gasp leaving your lips. You knew you’d fucked up the moment the sound left your mouth, his fingers being pulled from you once more.

‘Good girls stay quiet, do you understand me? We wouldn’t want the rest of them finding out how much of a whore you are now would we?’ He sneers, your heart rate increasing as you nod your head again. ‘Such a good girl for me. I’ll make sure to reward you, just stay quiet for me’ he continues, his words softer this time as his fingers return to your warm, wet entrance.

It was harder to stay quiet than you expected. His pace was relentless and now as he kissed down your body, your night dress torn from you and the remaining scrap of fabric now discarded to the floor, the want to moan for him was overwhelming. This was only made worse when his lips wrapped around your sensitive mound. His tongue and fingers moving at the same time, sucking on your most sensitive parts like a man starved. He was desperate for you and now, you were for him. You couldn’t resist it and he could tell, your climax was imminent as you rocked your hips against his mouth. From watching you he knew that you covered your mouth with your hand or bit down onto your fist when you came in an attempt to muffle the sounds. To compensate for this, at the moment your shaking orgasm rippled through your body he shoved his fingers into your mouth, the taste of your own juices heavy on your tongue as he suckled and licked you through your peak, his eyes still fixed on yours.

You thought that was it, he said he wanted to help you and he had, you’d half expected him to leave when he tore his own shirt over his head, pushing his boxers down his thighs as he pushes your legs further open with the weight of his own body. With one hand next to your head and his other white knuckle grasping his cock he glided his length through the slick of your pussy. His lustful gaze had left yours now, favouring watching his tip spread you wide for him. Just as your eyes left his face to watch the sight between your legs you were interrupted. ‘Look at me’ he demands ‘I want to see the look on your face when I split you open’ his words being of continuous shock to you, where had your quiet kind man gone?

Although you’d hate to say he was correct, he was. Even with your drenched hole and your legs spread wide for him the burn as he entered you was real. He was unbelievably thick and long, his length impaling you again and again as he begins thrusting into you relentlessly. He was as desperate for release as you were, maybe you should have known, your sweet man in his full right mind would surely never break into your room and do this to you if he wasn’t desperate you reassured yourself. This can’t be the real him after all, it had to be an act.

These thoughts stayed with you for merely seconds as your eyes rejoined his as they flutter open, your mouth hanging open in a silent moan just like his. As if you could both feel the sound about to release your lips came crashing together, muffling the sound of your joint moans as his tongue slips into your month. It was a dirty, sinful act and you loved every second of it. You’d never felt this desperate for anyone in your life. You wanted him to cum inside you, breed you and make you his.

‘Once I cum inside you, you’re mine. Do you understand? I fucking own you’ he says, making you question if he has a future in a career in mind reading. He doesn’t wait for an answer taking the feeling of your walls tightening around his length as the only reply he would ever need again.

His pace quickens his body pressed against yours as his hand clasps over your mouth silencing you, your head held still as he glares into your eyes. You can feel it, his climax nearing, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more erratic as he breaks his own rule, groaning loudly into your kiss as he cums within you, his liquid filling you to the brim. The sound reverberates against the walls, someone must have heard that you think as he continues to fill you up. Just as you think he’d stopped, almost possessively he begins to move again. The feeling overwhelming both of your senses as he fucks his cum further into you before pulling out and repeating the same process with his fingers, watching a little bit trickle out before pushing it back inside you once more.

‘You’ll keep this inside you, you understand? You don’t get to clean yourself up’ he demands. ‘You’ll be a good girl for me tomorrow, at 10pm sharp you’ll get into the bath across the hall and wait for me. Got it?’ His demands continue as he places one last harsh kiss onto your lips, your eyes flickering closed for only a second, re opening when your kiss has parted. Just like that he was gone. His clothes, every part of him had left you almost without a trace. Your night dress torn on the floor you ponder how you’ll explain that to the maids in the morning as they’ll have to fix it. You cover yourself with the blanket again, your head pressed against the pillow as you finally go to sleep, the best you’ve slept in 21 days.

Part 2

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Omg your writing is so good and thx for satisfying the desire for oliver quick content lmao. could you write a short kinda fluffy smut piece for oliver x fem reader?

You’re my favorite

Pairing: Oliver Quick x afab!reader

Warnings: porn with no plot, soft!oliver, p in the v, thigh kissing, praising, kissing, pet names, cursing, oral (f receiving) , not proof read.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t released the next chapter to my series, i’ve been busy. But in the mean time, enjoy this request. 🤭 (sorry it’s so short!)

Requests are open. (masterlist)

Oliver was on his knees and you were at the edge of your bed, his hands running up and down your thighs as he looks up at you. "You're so pretty.." He whispers as he lowers his lips down to the plump part of your thigh, placing a small kiss that leaves you yearning for more of him. You smile at him, your hand full of his hair. You hum in satisfaction as he kisses your other thigh, slowly trailing up to your shorts.

“May I?” He teases the fabric of your shorts, pulling at the waistband only for it to snap back, causing a slight sting to jolt through your body. “Yes.. please Ollie.” You whine softly and he laughs at your eagerness. “Anything for my sweet girl..” He whispers as he pulls at the waistband, tugging them off your legs and tossing them to the side. “Lean back.” You obey, leaning back onto your bed and sliding yourself up slightly. Oliver pulls you back and shakes his head as he tuts. He smiles at you and you giggle as you lift yourself up with your elbows. You watch as he slowly pulls your underwear down.

He looks at your slick folds as they glisten ever so slightly, a smirk appearing on his face. “Oh my..” He tosses your underwear away with your shorts and lifts your thighs up into his shoulders. He inhales your sweet scent before placing his mouth on your throbbing clit, indulging himself in your taste. You gasp softly, your hands gripping the sheets as he moves his tongue making small figures before slurping up your juices. “Mmm..” He hums to himself as he brings his tongue down to your entrance, teasing you before slowly plunging his tongue into your hole.

You moan and your hand flies to the top of his head, tugging at his hair and massaging his scalp as you push his head down. Your hips buck up into his face and you feel him laugh against your pussy. “Ollie- oh fuck.” You groan out as his tongue moves in and out of you. He pulls his tongue out and licks your folds, licking up to your clit as well. He pull himself up to your face and kisses you, your juices mixing with your saliva.

“Can you taste yourself, princess?” He smirks at you and you moan in response, pulling him back into the kiss. He pushes himself up slightly, undoing his pants as he pulls out his throbbing cock. He pulls away, panting, your hand caressing the side of his face as he aligns himself with your entrance. He moans as he slides his tip over your glistening folds. “Fuck..” He whispers to himself.

Without warning, he snaps his hips into yours and you yelp, clenching around his thick cock. He exhales before slowly pumping into your tight pussy, juices probably spilling all over your bed. He groans. “My favorite pussy..” He hums and you whimper. “All yours, Ollie.” He chuckles and picks up the pace. “Ohh fuck.” You moan as he grunts, your walls closing around him tighter. “So tight..”

You lean up to himself and kiss him again, the kiss sloppier than before, your mouth wide open as he kisses you deeply. You choke out a sob as his hips snap up again, going deeper. “Ollie-“ He grunts, eyes closed and you can tell he’s focused on making you feel good. Your moans become louder, a familiar knot forming in your stomach and your hand snakes down to your clit as you rub circles, bringing you closer to your high.

“You’re my favorite baby.” He whispers and those words fill your head, sending you over the edge. You gasp and you jaw drops open, your legs shaking as you come all over his cock. You bite your lip and he slows down. He stays in you for a second, nuzzling his head into your neck as you pull at the fabric of his shirt. He kisses your neck, calming you down. “God you’re amazing.” You giggle at his comment and he kisses your jawline. He gently and slowly pulls himself out of you, pulling his pants up. He hands you your panties and helps you slide them on. He lays down next to you with a sigh and you both stare at the ceiling.

“Did you mean that?” You whisper as you turn your head to him. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Mean what?”

“I’m your favorite..” He nods. “Of course you are.” He kisses your head and you smile.

“You’re my favorite..”

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Watching Close By

Pairing: Reader x Oliver Quick

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MDNI, there is smut and sex in this so ye have been warned, there is unprotected sex, minor spanking, minor choking, mention of voyeurism, implied threesome

Summary: Ollie has you all to himself finally, or at least that’s what you think

Authors note: I hope you guys enjoyed this one! Please let me know in the comments and don’t forget to reblog if you did! My tag list is open so please don’t hesitate to ask! Thank you everyone so much XOXO

Tag list for Oliver Quick/Barry Keoghan: @hahahafucku @fedyascoffin

Hall Of Hunks

"Such a good girl." His voice echoing in your ear as he was thrusting into you from behind. "Takin my cock so perfectly."

Hands gripping your hips so tightly as he was controlling your body. Pulling you back into his thrusts so he was drilling even deeper inside of you. Hands reaching forward in front of you gripping onto the sheets tightly between your fingers.

"Fuck I've missed this little cunt." A hand coming down on your ass cheek making you scream with a giggle at the end.

If there was one thing Oliver was an ass man. He always had his hands on you playing with your cheeks. Smacking them, grabbing them and sometimes even biting them. Especially if you wore tight pants or dresses to accentuate your curves.

"Thought about this cunt so much."

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh shiiit." Whining as you tossed your head back and forth feeling yourself going absolutely crazy.

"You look so beautiful right now." He was humming to himself as he watched your body writhing underneath him. "Fuck could watch you all day."

"God I wanna hear you scream for me sweetheart." Oliver watching as your pussy swallowed him whole then coated his cock when he pulled out. "Want the whole world to know whose fucking you so good."

Oliver was never shy when it came to anything sexual between you two. If someone wanted to watch he surely wasn't going to stop for them. It was almost like a thrill for him knowing someone would watch with envy. Even if you had no idea someone was watching it still wouldn't stop him as you both were in the throes of ecstasy.

Only reason the two of you were this animalistic is because his best mate Felix was gone. Soon as he heard that door shut he was on you so quickly you didn't even have a chance to think. He was craving you all day, and wanted a little bit of privacy this time.

"Just so dripping wet for me sweetheart." His words making you feel flushed as you felt a certain heat take over your body. "Always wet for my cock aren't you?"

"I love your cock so much Ollie." Biting down on the blanket as he started pounding his cock so deep you felt him all the way in your stomach. "Fucking me so good."

"Oh yeah?" His tone mocking as he chuckled slowing his thrusting down while rubbing a hand sensually down your back. "Beg for my cock then."

Little whimpers left your mouth when he would pull out only to then thrust sharply back inside of you. Turning your head to look at him mouth partly open as your eyes glazed over. His eyes locked on yours a smirk on his face.

"Come on darling beg for it." His tone condescending as his hand came down on your ass a couple more times feeling the sting.

A part of you suddenly felt shy and intimidated. Almost like you were nervous to say anything especially to beg. Ollie liked hearing such filthy words leave your lips. He craved to hear how you would talk just for him.

"God fuck Ollie please fuck me so hard I can't walk for a week." Crying out as you pushed your hips back hoping he would pick up his movements. "Fuck me so hard."

Your words were like music to his ears, and he could listen to you talk like that to him all day. Those words were enough for him to explode right there on the spot.

Thrusting with all his strength so hard you felt him reach your sweet spot. A hard curling up to your neck lightly squeezing making you moan. Pulling you up against him so your back was pressed tightly to his chest feeling the heat of his skin radiating on yours.

"Wanna feel you cum around my cock." Growling into your ear as his lips sucked on the flesh of your neck.

Feeling his left hand reaching up to grab your breast palming it with a tight squeeze. Moving it up towards your neck again wrapping his fingers around your neck. Whispering absolute filth in your ear making your eyes roll into the back of your head.

It was as if Oliver felt someone was watching the two of you. Feeling eyes on your naked bodies dripped in sweat and arousal. Turning his focus on the cracked door seeing a dark figure standing on the entryway.

He knew exactly who it was and he couldn't help the grin plastered across his face. A part of him said to stop for you, but the dirty side of him said let the person watch. He wanted the person on the other side to see what he was doing to you.

Oliver watching as his eyes wondered up and down your body licking his lips. Eyes wide in amazement as his cock disappeared inside of you with ease. Rubbing himself through his pants as he tried to relieve the pressure between his legs.

It turned Oliver on at the thought of someone else lusting you. To know someone else wanted you, and that he was the one who did. It definitely stroked his ego a little bit. He wanted to put on a show now for sure.

"God just like that Ollie." Grabbing onto his hand bringing his attention back to you as you felt your orgasm quickly burning in your stomach.

"Oh yes that's a good little cock hungry whore." Biting down lightly on your earlobe as his hands moved back down to your hips. "Squeezin my cock so desperately."

Feeling your legs shaking and trembling as he never slowed down. By now there was probably a puddle of your sweat mixed with juices that were coating the sheets. The smell of sex and lust filled the room and entered into your nostrils.

“I’m almost there I just want to feel that cunt cream around me so tightly.” His voice strained almost like he was in pain.

Your body was moving all over the place your legs feeling sore from the position they were in. Your entire body felt like it was in flames, and you knew you were close. The room was filled with your whimper and his groans.

"Cum for me Y/N." Whispering so seductively into your neck making you scream as your release hit you hard all the way into your toes.

Your orgasm smacking you in the face as your entire body clenched, and your pussy tightening around him. Gripping onto his wrists as you tried to control your breathing. Your chest heaving up and down as you were coming down from your intense orgasm.

Leaning your body forward on your hands as you felt sweat dripping down your neck. His hands massaging your skin so delicately and in a comforting way. Feeling his cock twitching as he pumped the last of his load in you.

"God Ollie that was amazing." Complimenting him as you felt him lean forward to kiss your shoulder.

"Hope you enjoyed the show Felix." His words and breathy chuckle had your head snapping over to the door in shock. "Come on in mate don’t be shy."

"Ollie." Sneering through your teeth as you grabbed the blanket covering your exposed body to his roommates eyes.

“He’s me best mate.” Oliver reassured you that he trusted him and would make sure you’re comfortable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Y/N I really couldn’t help myself.” Felix said both hands behind his back like a timid little boy.

"What do you say sweetheart?" Oliver stood up his cock still hard as he looked between you and his roommate with excitement.

“I don’t know Ollie.” A hint of hesitation in your voice.

“I promise I won’t bite. Too hard.” Felix spoke up giving a sly wink as Oliver chuckled.

“Come on darling it could be so much fun.” Ollie pleaded with you.

Placing his hands on his hips as the two of them waited for your answer. Your heart was racing as you felt two sets of eyes staring at you so intensely you felt you might pass out. Never did you expect something like this to ever occur. You didn't know what to say right now, but you know you had to go with your gut.

“Alright.” You spoke softly as you consented to both men.

“Fuck yes.” Felix clapped his hands excitedly as you just took a big gulp a lump in your throat.

Both men stood next to each other both excitement in their faces. Oliver looked at your covered body and looked at you almost like he was saying he wanted to see your body.

"So." You started off as you sat up letting the blanket fall down exposing your chest. "How do you want me then?"

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