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stvolanis · 3 months

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hii i have a req :farleigh coming into your room one night and blindfolding you and duct-taping your mouth shut pretending to be a home intruder. You know it's him so you pretend to put up a fight but you've been baiting him for months now so your so wet and needy it’s giving away that you love this.

Love this idea Anon!💋💕 your brain is absolutely magnificent!!

Intruder Alert!

(One-Shot)

PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start! X Fem! Reader

WARNINGS: Farleighs a weirdo, foul language, mutual pinning just on the low, not rlly angst but reader has doubts about Farleigh wanting her?, Venetia being Venetia, reader acts innocent

NSFW WARNINGS: sub/dom undertones, bondage (F!receiving), slapping, spitting, dub-con, power play, slight size kink, forced breeding, vouyerism, mentions of fingering, perv!Farleigh, possessive! Farleigh (if you squint). if I missed anything I’m sorry!!💕

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Farleigh Start felt as though you had it out for him the moment you stepped your high heeled foot through the large doors of the Saltburn mansion.

Your scent lingered in the air behind you, wherever you went. It’s was in all the rooms you perched yourself in. The green room, the blue room, etc. Farleighs nostrils flared, deeply inhaling the scent of vanilla and cherrywood with a hint of musk discreetly as he sat across from you at the dining table, dinner being served before you.

For months, you’d been prancing around in little to nothing; driving him absolutely batshit insane. Wearing those flimsy little tank tops that stuck to you like second skin, no bra underneath. Your hard nipples displayed for everyone to see, much to his dismay. They spilled at out at the top when you’d lean across the dining table to grab the mashed potatoes and Farleigh had to hold back a groan.

You wore the shortest mini skirts he’d ever laid his eyes upon. God forbid you strolled outside together as a family when it was windy. Everyone would have a show put on for them of your white cotton panties, a pink little bow adorned on the front. It made Farleighs cock painfully harden even with just a glimpse.

You were so naive, so trusting and innocent; or so he thought. Farleigh thought you were oblivious to the effect you had on him, so when he walked past your room one night to the sound of your soft moans slipping from the cracks of the door, he was happily surprised.

The door was cracked; almost as if you wanted someone to find you like this. Almost like you wanted him to find you like this.

So obviously, Farleigh took this as an invitation to watch.

Your fingers danced underneath the same cotton panties he’d seen previously, pushing in and out of your needy cunt. The sound of your slick so loud and prominent, a clear sign of your arousal. The curly haired man fisted his cock like a 13 year old discovering porn for the first time, embarrassingly cumming fast.

And for months, this went on. Months of him purposely passing by your room, hoping to hear the sound of your voice on the brink of an orgasm. For months, he spat into his large hand, jerking himself off while he watched you hump stuffed animals, pillows, and the way you played with your puffy pussy.

And for months, you knew.

The first time Farleigh watched you come undone, finding his own release, he didn’t clean up after himself. You opened the door shortly after your orgasm to go pee, only to step in warm cum on the floor. Felix was asleep, as was Oliver. You knew the only person usually up at this hour was Farleigh, just as you hoped, he had taken the bait.

For months, you put on a show for him. Sometimes even wearing lingerie of his favorite color. You discreetly watched him through the crack of your door, and picked up on what made him cum faster, or what made him cum more. Pink, you learned, was his favorite color on you. You knew he liked watching you fuck yourself onto your pink vibrating dildo. And he loved watching you hump your satin pillow.

Farleigh couldn’t ever look you in the eyes during breakfast, or when you lounged out by the lake in nothing but a thin layer of sunscreen and your baby pink bikini, top barely hiding anything. He didn’t look you in the eyes while playing tennis, even when going against you. He didn’t look you in the eyes during dinner, especially not even when you asked him to pass you something.

Farleigh was, dare i say it, ashamed.

He was ashamed by the way you made him feel, ashamed of what he did early every night outside of your door. You were just—so easy, so nice, and pretty. The sweetest girl in town, for miles to come. He wanted you, badly. But he assumed you wanted anyone else but him.

You tried to subtly flirt with him, make moves, but Farleigh just thought that you were trying to be nice, or make him feel more included about whatever it was you were doing. Venetia was the first to connect the dots.

As a promiscuous woman herself, she knew what you were doing, and honestly applauded you for it; though she grew aggravated at the two of you for never physically acting on it with each other.

“Just fuck him already. If you know he wants you, then why not just get it over with. I’m tired of you guys walking on eggshells around each other.” She dragged out as she painted her nails a blueish hue, her hair prettily braided. You sighed. “Not that easy, Vee. M’too scared. What if he doesn’t want me after we have sex anymore?” You worried.

Venetia rolled her green eyes with a smack of her glossy lips. “Farleighs a lover boy at heart, I’ve known him for fucking ever. If anything, he’ll be the clingiest little shit you’ve ever met once you’ve banged.” She said with a playful slap to your ass as you got up from your bed.

You giggled. “Think I can pull it off tonight?” You asked with a raised brow as you clicked the TV on. Venetia nodded her head with a smug look. “Oh, definitely.” She chuckled out when you gave her a little twirl, jokingly showing off your body. “He won’t even know what to do with all that.” She sighed out, dramatically falling back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling.

You took your place next to her in the empty spot, your head rested on a pillow. “What if this goes south?” You ask, glancing over at her. She pondered for a moment before she exhaled deeply. “Well, you’d have to leave Saltburn, Obviously, for starters.” She began. you playfully slapped her arm with an eyes roll.

She smiled. “It won’t, trust me.” She said with a reassuring nod. And you did. You trusted her.

Tonight was the night. You’d decided as you wore the skimpiest outfit yet. The one you had stashed away at the back of your closet, for special use.

A baby white tube top with lace on the hem of it, tacky rhinestones written out to spell “dolly” in almost a cursive. You paired it with the shortest skirt you owned, a jean mini skirt that was flared out at the bottom. You didn’t wear panties, but you did throw on some white fishnets; something you knew Farleigh enjoyed, as he stared at you more when you wore them.

The finishing touches was a bedazzled choker snug against your neck and a Pearl necklace with your initial on it, and your favorite platformed sandals. Your toes had white tips, freshly done to match your manicured nails.

You sighed softly as you looked at yourself in the mirror, gliding your hands down the sides of your body before adjusting anything that needed to be adjusted. Your hair was down, styled to your liking. God, you hoped this went as you wanted.

As you exited your room, roaming the long narrow halls, down the stairs till you finally found your way to the dining room. The whole family was there, minus the deceased family friend Pamela, and the seat next to Farleigh was conventionally empty thanks to Venetia who usually sat by him.

You could visibly see him tense as you took your seat swiftly next to him, sending a small smile. You acted like you didn’t see the way his eyes raked over your figure from head to toe. He adjusted himself in his seat with a cough, and Venetia shot you a knowing look from across the table as she brought her wine glass up to her lips with a smile.

Your hand discreetly found it’s way to Farleighs thigh, looking over at him with a smile. “How are you these days, Farleigh?” You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him. He clicked his tongue, almost portraying annoyance, but you knew better. “I’m..” he started, his eyes trained on your hand that squeezed his. “Fine. I’m fine.” He spat out after a moment, gulping.

Your hand trailed to his crotch, giving it a squeeze with a tender smile. “Yeah?” You asked again. He sucked in a harsh breath. “Yeah..” he repeated mindlessly, focused on the way your gentle hand stroked along his hardened cock through his jeans. His brows furrowed together in displeasure when your hand left where he needed you most.

He clicked his tongue, his hand finding it’s way to your cunt, brows raised at his discovery. “No panties, hm? Dirty girl.” He whispered, just loud enough for only you to hear. His finger dipped into your pussy, teasingly almost. His thumb circled your needy bud and your thighs squeezed together, which you soon regretted as his hand left from between your legs.

“Farleigh..” you whimpered. He rolled his eyes dismissively. “Be good.” Was all he said as a response.

The night carried on, with laughter from jokes shared around the large table. Conversations kept your mind from trailing back to the need for Farleigh fingers in you, but a constant reminder was his heavy hand on your thigh, squeezing every once and a while to let you know he was listening to every word you spoke, even if it wasn’t directed towards him.

You blushed under his gaze. The confidence you had suddenly disappearing as you became shy all of the sudden as you sat next to him. Fantasies of him bending you over the table, having his way with you, clouded your mind. He’d do it so easily, too.

How easy it would be for him to overpower you, taking what he wanted without remorse. You needed him just as badly as he needed you, and that’s exactly why you had to dismiss yourself from the chattery table early. You needed to take your mind elsewhere, away from the suffocation of Farleighs stalking presence.

When you made your way back to your room, you made sure to leave your door cracked every so slightly, enough for a lingering invitation to the man you craved the most.

But, as soon as your head hit your silk pillow, you were fast asleep. Consumed with comforting darkness and your mind finally blank—that was till you felt a hand cover your eyes. You gasped in shock as it was soon replaced with some kind of cloth secured tightly around your head.

You were flipped onto your stomach as your arms began to flail around, desperately trying to defend yourself against your intruder. “Please—stop!” You whimpered out. You felt rope tie your wrists together, bound together, no freeing movement as you tried to wiggle them out, but to no avail.

“I’ll do anything—just—please! Don’t hurt me!” You nearly sobbed out. A deep chuckle was heard, almost familiar, and then it clicked. You continued your cries as his hand trailed down to your sickeningly wet cunt. Farleigh clicked his tongue. “Filthy little girl, getting off on this. Y’so fuckin’ wet, pretty baby.” He cooed, almost mockingly as two slim, yet long fingers prodded into your entrance before easily sliding in.

“Oh fuck!” You whined as his fingers curled into your g-spot. His thumb rubbed your clit soothingly, and his mouth found its way to your now exposed breast. His tongue swirled at your nipple, before biting down hard enough to leave a distinctive mark. You let out a yelp as he sucked your sensitive bud into his mouth, releasing with a loud pop.

He jiggled your boobs together, shoving his face between them as his fingers began slamming into you. “Oh- oh my god!” You moaned out through tears. His thumb circled your clit painfully faster, almost agonizing as he easily brought you to the brink of an orgasm.

And you were right there, so fucking close. Like the tips of your fingers were touching the clouds, almost entering a paradises; and then it was snatched away from you within a second. You shined in protest, sniffling. His hand had left from between your legs for the second time tonight, and your frustration grew.

Farleigh folded you into a mating press, your knees pressed against your shoulders and his heavy wet against you, but what caught your attention the most, was the heaviness of what hung between his thighs. Hot and heavy against your wet cunt, gliding through your folds gracefully.

He pushed his fat tip into you first, then slowly bottomed out till you could feel the curly mound of hair sat above his cock. It scratched against you just slightly, but you didn’t mind. You took him so good, so pretty under him. Your hair was a mess, and your makeup smeared from tears and sweat. Your legs spread, almost like a present for him to take and unravel himself as he saw fit, and that’s just what he was going to do.

His hand snaked up to your throat, finding it’s place securely before asserting his dominance by squeezing roughly. Forcing you to really realize the situation you were currently in. Really, he could do anything he wanted to you. He could use you for hours, if he wanted, as a punishment for the months of torture he endured as you flaunted yourself to him.

“Look at you, such a mess. And to think, I thought you were a good girl.” He chuckled as his lips skimmed over yours, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw the faintest amount of blood, yet still prominent enough that he could taste the tang of it on his slick tongue. He was enamored with you and the way you felt wrapped around him.

He pounded into you like a wild animal, free of its cage. He fucked you like he’s never fucked anyone before, and this is his first time; but you know it isn’t. His pace was so erratic as he burrowed his hips into you, his jackhammering cock pounding and prodding at your sore cervix, surely to be bruised painfully in the morning.

The way he had you angle hit deep in you, and you longed to see him above you. You wondered how he looked right now. You could only imagine his hair matted to his forehead with sweat. His lean body pressed against yours, his stomach glistening in the lighting. If you could see him, you’d know hes exactly how you imagined—but a little more needy.

Needier than his voice made him seem, deep and dominant, heavy with authority. His voice made it seem like he wasn’t as effected as you were, but that was so far from the truth. His jaw was slack, head falling back as he let out breathless groans and moans above you. At one point, he bit down on his lip, trying to hush himself from the small whimpers that threatened to spill at the tightness of your snug cunt.

“Please, M’so close!” You whimpered out, your hands balling into fists. You wished you could feel him, hold him against you—claw at his back or the bed sheets—tangle your hands in his curly locks, but you couldn’t. And you knew that this was your punishment. “Beg for it, slut. Be a good little bitch and beg for it. Say sorry for being a whore while you’re at it.” He huffed out with a groan and almost a laugh.

Your breathing became heavy as his hips slammed into yours harder than before, knocking out the air in your lungs. “Please, Farleigh! N—Need to cum, p..please! M’sorry, m’so sorry, won’t d—o it again!” You all but yelled out. “Lemme cum, pretty please. I’ll be a good girl.” You said, yelping when his hand came down, slapping your clit.

“Awh, you wanna cum? This is the only way you’re allowed to.” He said, his tone heavy and dark. You gasped when his hand came down again on your clit, over and over again. The pressure of it mixed with the stinging pain had you spiraling, and a few more slaps to your sensitive, engorged bundle of nerves had your orgasm tumbling over uncontrollably.

Your body shook and spasmed as you orgasm wracked through you. Your nipples poked at his chest, creating friction from the sensitivity and tears pricked your eyes, but were hidden beneath the fabric that covered your eyes. “Farleigh!” You moaned his name out like it was a prayer, and he reveled in it.

“M gonna cum too, baby.” He moaned out. Your hazy mind was recovering just enough to realize what was going on. “Pull out, Farleigh.” You ushered him. He shook his head, as if you could see. “Gonna stuff this cunt, so everyone knows you’re mine when you’re knocked up.” He groaned, his head burrowing in your neck, sucking at the skin.

“F—Farleigh, Wait!” You begged, feeling his cock pulse inside of you, almost tearing you in half from the sheer size of it. The overstimulation was too much, and you couldn’t find yourself to fight back on him releasing inside you anymore as you felt another orgasm shake through you for a second time.

Farleigh came the same time as you, sure enough painting your pink, gummy walls white with a loud moan, the loudest you’ve ever heard him this far. When he pulled out, he sickeningly watched his cum ooze out of you, mesmerized by the way you pulsed and clenched around nothing, whining at the loss of his cock stuffing you full.

“Took my cock so well.” He praised as he took off the fabric covering your eyes, untying the ropes around your wrist. The tightness of them had left a mark, and you suspected that it would bruise in the morning too, but exhaustion consumed you and all you cared about was falling asleep next to Farleigh, which you did happily.

The comfort of his arms wrapped around you, and the kisses he laid all over your body as he cleaned you up made you hum out a soft sigh. He cleaned your cunt, and wiped off any access sweat your body had created with a warm rag gently.

You were content like this, almost domestic as he laid alongside you, legs tangling together. His body had grown cold, and it was a welcoming contrast to your skin as his cold feet met your hot ones. Soon enough, you were asleep.

The last thoughts that plagued your mind were what was to come after what happened tonight. Your only hope being that he would still want you, but the way he held you against him, almost like he was afraid of losing you, made you feel a lot better.

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wakemeupwhenseptemberendsuh · 2 months

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bro i actually need him. idc if he’s almost a decade older I NEED HIM.

bro and the fact i’m like 4’10 so ik i’d be SO SMALL next to him😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

#smut #saltburn farleigh #archie madekwe #voyagers #farleigh saltburn #farleigh x reader #farleigh start

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gatofresaaa · 3 months

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look, guys, i know that farleigh isn't the main character in saltburn and is supporting cast at best, but truth is—i’d loved if they’d explored the queer and racial aspects of his character because there’s a lot of material there that they could’ve worked with. god, how i would’ve loved if they’d just given him five more minutes of screen time for that. but just like in the plot, no one really cares about farleigh, do they? because it’s not his story and it’s not his house.

but like- theres just so much to say about a queer and colored character in 2006-2007, y’know? at that point in time, being queer and colored was still seen as horrible and something to make fun of. and, like, farleigh is so extra, somewhat effeminate and just downright scandalously fashionable for an era where men were severely toxically masculine and wore double popped collars and relatively simple clothes. i’m sorry but… you’re telling me that nobody ever said anything about this man?

not only that, but he’s a black/mixed man in a predominately white university/space. i mean, huh? people were massively racist in 2006-2007, especially in places like britain (and you can’t tell me otherwise because we all know it’s true).

but, sure, let’s entertain the possibility that he might be in the closet, okay? yeah, whatever, i don’t care. but the doors are glass!! not even opaque glass or something like that, they’re plain see-through, transparent glass doors.

no one, NO ONE said anything? and he’s still popular as fuck just because he was felix’s cousin? people still talked shit about oliver at oxford even when he was felix’s friend but we never heard a single thing about farleigh. and that may be because he wasn’t given enough screen time for that, but it doesn’t matter.

what i’m trying to say is that they had so much material and they wasted it by not making the movie about him.

#they really missed a big opportunity #they don’t deserve my boy farleigh #and i said all of this from the perspective of a queer and colored man who studies art history and sociology #i know what i’m talking about #also i’m going insane over this movie #i’ve seen it 3 times in 2 days already #good god what am i doing #saltburn #saltburn film #farleigh start #saltburn farleigh #farleigh saltburn #saltburn 2023 #archie madekwe #vinnie.txt

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thecruel · 4 months

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SALTBURN 2023 — dir. Emerald Fennell

#filmedit #farleigh start #oliver quick #saltburn #archie madekwe #barry keoghan #FARLEIGH GET BEHIND ME #obsessed w him and oliver actually.........#gif

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barrysheoghan · 3 months

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this pic is so cunty i need it as my bedroom wallpaper

#barry keoghan #saltburn #oliver quick #farleigh start #archie madekwe

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fuzziiwuzzii · 3 months

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Yeah.

#Saltburn #saltburn 2023 #saltburn film #saltburn movie #saltburn fanart #farleigh start #venetia catton #felix catton #oliver quick

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themarychain · 4 months

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ok okokok GASP. when farleigh and oliver are playing fuck marry kill and farleigh says that he’d like to fuck richard iii because ‘he’s insecure, so you know he’d put in the work’… oliver has been insecure all his life and doesn’t fit in anywhere. oliver told elspeth ‘unlike you, I actually know how to work’. richard iii allegedly killed his way to the throne just like oliver did. farleigh was attracted to oliver because he put in the work !!!!

#IVE CONNECTED THE DOTS…#he and oliver have had to work hard from the bottom up all their lives #farleigh may benefit from the cattons but he despises their laziness….#saltburn

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archieyelash · 5 months

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The only survivor of oliver's plan.

#like how and why #he could have kill him as well but he kicked him out twice #???#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #farleigh start #oliver quick #quickstart #archie madekwe

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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 4 months

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felix and his gf being at saltburn and felix noticed ollie acting weird towards her and gets upset at him!!!!!!

The eyes, Chico. || Felix Catton x reader

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Warnings: fem!reader, Oliver being a creep, swearing, smoking, if there’s anything else lmk!

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Feeling Felix’s thumb rub circles on your back, you flutter your eyes open and are met with his smile. "Mornin', baby," he greets you, and you respond with a lazy smile, relishing the comforting embrace of his body. His chuckle resonates through his chest, a gentle vibration against you. "It's too early, Felix," you murmur softly, wanting to fall back into slumber.

"Breakfast starts soon, aren't you hungry?" Felix questions, a playful tone lacing his words. You shake your head. "Yes, you are. Don't lie. I can hear your stomach," he asserts with a laugh, and you can't help but crack a smile in response. "Fine," you concede.

You and Felix make your way to the kitchen, where the aroma of breakfast awaits. You greet everyone good morning, almost forgetting that Oliver is here at Saltburn too.

You don’t understand why Felix invited him over; they barely know each other. Even when you confront your boyfriend about it, he just says that he feels bad for him, that he's going through some things at home.

Honestly, he's sort of a strange guy. You always catch him looking away from you when you look at him, around school, his eyes widen the slightest when he sees you walking down the corridors, and then he focuses his gaze on the ground. One time, he even bumped into a pole because he wasn't looking where he was going.

But today, he seems even more odd. The unease is palpable as you sit down at the table. The morning sun streams through the windows, casting a warm glow on the scene.

As you and Felix engage in light morning banter, you catch Oliver staring at you. His gaze is intense, lingering longer than is comfortable. At first, you dismiss it, thinking maybe he's just lost in thought. However, the oddity of his behavior becomes more apparent as the meal progresses.

Oliver’s eyes follow your every move, and you feel an unsettling awareness of his gaze on you. It’s as if his attention is fixated solely on you. You exchange a glance with Felix, who seems oblivious to Oliver’s strange behavior at first.

You try to focus on your plate, on the conversation with Felix, but the weight of Oliver’s gaze is distracting. It’s not the kind of attention you want or need, especially coming from a guy who's already odd enough.

You try to enjoy breakfast, but the uneasy feeling persists. Oliver’s eyes seem to follow you, and you sense a strange tension in the air. However, as the minutes pass, even Felix begins to sense the unease in the air.

“You alright, Ollie?” Felix's timely interjection is a relief. Oliver shifts his focus from you to Felix and responds with a casual, "Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm good." A smile graces his face as he savors a spoonful of breakfast as your eyes flicker between the two, watching the interaction. You can't help but wonder if Venetia or Farleigh picked up on the awkward tension in the air.

As breakfast concludes, you can’t shake off the lingering discomfort. “Remind me why you brought Oliver to Saltburn again?” You question your boyfriend beside you as you continue your skincare routine.

Felix, sensing the need for discretion, swiftly moves to the door leading to Oliver's room. "Shh, don't be so loud," he cautions in a hushed tone, closing the door behind him with a sense of urgency.

"Darling, I know he's been acting weird—" Felix begins, coming up behind you, but you swiftly cut him off. "Oh, he's been acting more than weird. I could barely focus at breakfast with his eyes on me," you huff, applying sunscreen to your face, preparing for a day out in the sun by the lake. The tension in the air is palpable as you address the unease surrounding Oliver's peculiar behavior.

"I know, I know. He just has a... tendency to stare. He's probably admiring how gorgeous you are. Aren't you used to the stares?" He bends down to kiss your cheek, and you roll your eyes in response.

"He should know it's rude to stare," you say in a sing-song voice as you pack up your skincare products. "Don't mind him," Felix adds, his large hands wrapping around your bare stomach, giving your hips a slight squeeze.

The hot temperature outside and the high UV ray lead you, Venetia, Farleigh, Felix, and Oliver outside to lounge by the lake. As you settle on the blanket, the odd tension with Oliver becomes more pronounced. He positions himself nearby, and you catch him stealing glances at you.

It’s not the casual glances friends share; they're lingering, intense stares that make you uneasy. You exchange puzzled glances with Venetia, both of you trying to make sense of Oliver’s peculiar behavior.

“That Oliver has a staring problem, doesn’t he?” Venetia comments, readjusting her sunglasses that sit on her nose. “You saw the stares this morning right?” You turn your head towards her as she does the same. “I think everyone could sense the awkwardness between you two.”

You sigh, closing your eyes and turning your head back. “He’s so strange. I still can’t wrap my head around why Felix invited him here.” You try to focus on the conversation with Venetia, hoping to ignore Oliver’s odd glances. However, his behavior persists.

As you and Venetia engage in conversation by the lounge chairs, Oliver’s attention seems solely fixed on you. It’s as if he’s not present in the moment, lost in his own thoughts. The picturesque surroundings lose their charm as the atmosphere becomes charged with an unspoken tension.

“Is he looking,” You say lowly to Venetia, who discreetly looks behind you before humming. “Fucks sake,” You groan, turning your head only to find his eyes looking at his hands. Rolling your eyes, you gravitate your gaze to Felix right beside you.

Felix, sensing the unease, stands up to move his chair closer to yours, a protective gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed, especially when he places his large hand on your thigh. You appreciate his presence, but the situation with Oliver casts a shadow over what should have been a carefree day by the lake.

The discomfort peaks when you decide to take a break and lie down on the blanket, soaking up the sun’s warmth. Venetia joins you, and you both close your eyes, attempting to find solace in the peaceful surroundings.

However, Oliver’s peculiar behavior doesn’t wane. As you lie there, eyes closed, you sense his eyes on you, a prickling awareness that mars the tranquility of the moment. You open your eyes to find Oliver glancing at you again, a furtive gaze that makes you uneasy.

Venetia, too, notices the strange dynamic and shoots you a concerned look. You spot Farleigh and Felix in deep conversation, Farleigh glancing at Oliver from time to time before giving you a look, silently communicating the shared discomfort.

“Fuck this, I’m going to take a bath,” You mutter annoyed as everyone watches you get up from your towel. Perching your sunglasses on your head, you walk over to Felix. “I’m going to take a bath,” You lean down to kiss him as he hums.

“I’ll come join you in a sec,” He says, his hands toying with the strings on your bikini bottoms. With a brief exchange of nods, you make your way back to Saltburn and to Felix’s bathroom, which connected to Oliver’s room.

The cold water is already calling your name, promising respite from the tension that clings to the air. Closing the door behind you, you take a deep breath, hoping the solitude of the bath will provide the sanctuary you need.

Little do you know that the shadows of unease follow you into the bathroom. As you start to run the water, the events of the morning replay in your mind. The odd glances, the tension at breakfast—all of it weaves into a disconcerting tapestry.

Stripping off your bikini-clad body, you let out a moan of relief when your warm body makes contact with the cold water. Lighting up a cigarette, another sigh of relief escapes you.

Unbeknownst to you, Felix decides to retrieve something from Oliver’s room. As he opens the door, the scene before him freezes him in his tracks. Oliver, standing too close, is peering through the crack of the bathroom door, watching you in the bath.

Felix’s initial surprise gives way to a flash of anger. “What the fuck, Ollie?” he exclaims, his voice cutting through the silence. Your heart skips a beat as you hear the commotion outside. You hear Felix yelling as you quickly get out the tub, wrapping a robe around your naked body before emerging from the bathroom.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He screams as Oliver stammers, caught red-handed, unable to form a coherent response. You move beside Felix, rubbing your hand up and down his arm, trying to ease him down.

“You can’t just invade someone’s privacy like that,” Felix continues, his tone sharp. “What were you thinking, watching through the door like some creep?” His eyes were blown out, his face red as Oliver just stood there distressed.

“That’s so fucked up, Oliver.” You say quietly, though your tone and glare were ice cold. Oliver, looking sheepish and guilty, attempts to explain himself. “I-I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry.”

Felix’s frustration deepens, and he points out, “Sorry is going to cut it, mate. What’s been going on with you? The staring, the weird glances—it’s not normal, man. We’re supposed to be friends. She’s my girlfriend, and you’ve been creeping her the fuck out!”

The room is charged with tension as the two friends face off. Felix, normally calm and collected, is visibly shaken by the breach of trust. You stand there, wrapped in a towel, feeling a mixture of concern and disgust for Oliver and an urge to comfort Felix.

Oliver, fumbling for words, finally admits, “Y/n, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I messed up, and I completely understand if you’re mad.” Felix lets out a dark laugh, throwing his head back as Oliver gulps.

“Mate, we’re more than just mad. What you did is so fucking wrong,” Felix spat as Oliver says nothing but nods his head lightly. "I think it’s best if you leave, Ollie," you tighten the robe around your body as Felix lets out a deep sigh, running his hands through his hair as Ollie nods, his gaze on the ground.

“Of course. I’m sorry again,” he apologizes as you give him one final look, grabbing Felix’s arm and pulling him with you back into the bathroom. Felix looks over his shoulder at Oliver, slamming the door shut and locking it.

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SALTBURN (2023) dir. Emerald Fennell Behind the scenes

#saltburn #oliver quick #barry keoghan #farleigh start #archie madekwe #tw flashing #behind the scenes #mine

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farleigh fingering you during movie night.. yeah

fingering, afab!reader

minors dni. not proofread. feedback is kewl

at his core farleigh is competitive, and also a menace, and a degenerate. so it comes as no surprise when you feel his long fingers creep up your legs. it’s movie night at the cattons, as a way to make oliver feel comfortable and more at home. you’re sat on farleigh’s lap with venetia on the opposite side of the couch. everyone else is spread out or sat on the floor, most of you having some sort of blanket or cover.

its pitch black outside of the tv that flickers before you, and both you and farleigh are fully covered with a thin blanket. you’re pressed snug against his lap and chest, can feel the way his chest rises and falls against your back. you’re nearly a half hour into the movie when you feel him lift his hips up to readjust himself, just now noticing the stiff lump that strains against your upper thigh. your stomach flips at the realization of his hard on, it’s exactly what he wanted you to notice. you almost instinctively rock your hips against his lap, the friction of his pants pulling at his sensitive shaft almost sends him into a frenzy. thankfully to anybody else it just looks like the two of you are repositioning yourselves, maybe from being uncomfortable. little did they know. thankfully at this point james and elspeth have made their way up to their shared bedroom, and the tv volume was loud enough to stifle any moans that slipped up.

you could feel his warm breath repeatedly hit the nape of your neck, noticing his breath pattern slowing down. you can’t help but lean into the hot kisses he presses against the curve of your shoulder and neck. and this time it’s his turn to rut into the swell of your ass, thankful you decided to wear a thin pair of pajama shorts.

his hands have been slowly creeping their way up your smooth legs, almost giggling at the way his fingertips tickle up your thighs. his tip is annoyed and sensitive, looking for any kind of pleasure or release. you can feel his pre-cum grow a wet spot between the two of you, he nearly hisses at a particular way you move your hips, head falling into the crook of your neck to briefly hide. “are you gonna cum already. how embarrassing.” you’re trying your damnest to vocally tease him, but the crack in your voice tells him just how horny you truly are.

silently placing condescending kisses, you feel his knee nudge your thighs further apart and his finger flex around the waistband of your shorts. he’s able to get the down far enough where he can comfortably rub you panty-clad pussy. but to his surprise you’ve decided to free ball, bare pussy on display deliciously for him.

you can feel the vibration of his groan against your skin, fingers already slipping around your slick folds. “my god you’re pathetic. and i’m embarrassing?” he chuckles under his breath, and the two of you nearly have a heart attack when venetia lifts herself off the couch, letting it be known that the movie is boring her and she’s off to bed. the two of you so occupied in your space you’d completely forgot the circumstances you were in, now leaving you with felix and oliver who were thankful back faced to you on the floor.

after your heartbeats go down, you almost throw yourself forward when farleigh’s easily sinking two fingers into your slippery cunt. the pressure from his fingers stretching you out makes you sigh in full bliss, with droopy lids and your mouth salivating. your eyes flutter shut, head resting back on his shoulder when he brings his free hand to rub slow circles around your swollen clit. nub just slipping around his manicured digits. everything below the waist is pure ecstasy and he’s soaking it all up. at this point you had forgotten there was any competition, just allowing yourself to submit to his pleasure.

he’s knuckles deep, and desperately jerking himself against any part of you he can. at this point you’ve made yourself useful by pressing a firm hand against his clothed bulge, and it’s just enough for him to get off too. hot breaths coating over your skin as he slips closer and closer to his desperate release. he quickly makes eye contact with the bag of felix and oliver’s heads, making sure you haven’t rung any attention to yourselves. you nearly cry when farleigh pulls his fingers out, his soaked fingers glisten against the light from the tv and quickly takes a taste before sinking them right back where they belong. the slight sound of a lewd squelch rings in your ears, and you can hear him moan against your ear. “think you can rub your clit for me?” you blindly oblige, messily rubbing your own clit, whiny cause he obviously does it better. one arm wraps around your hips while the free hand sinks back into your spent hole. your lurch forward, silent moans and screwed eyes. farleigh’s pressing your hard against his pleading hard on, shameless rocking his hips. there’s a tiny creak coming from you two but your both to horny and dazed to care. we know farleigh loves a show anyways.

his teeth sink into the flesh of your back, fucking himself harder against you. “i need you to cum with me baby. god i’m close.” his please his choked out and desperate, the pressure blooming in his lower abdomen getting closer and closer to snapping.

“deeper.” is all you can manage to squeak out, and he follows directions well. fingers hitting a spot that nearly makes you shout, fingers slapping to cover your mouth. you have a split moment where you take in your surrounding just to make sure the two of you aren’t caught and realize there’s only a few minutes left in the movie. in a slight panic you fuck yourself harder against farleigh, using all your senses to focus on cumming.

and almost in an instant, his grip on you tightens, sharp thrusts against you pushing him right over the edge. white flashes, and silent orgasms wash over the both of you, he completely soils himself. thick bulbs spilling from his tip and soiling his pants and your shorts. leaving a sticky substance to lie in between the two of you. you cum only moments after, and he’s doing his best not to let your walls push him out, pulsating and spasming around his fingers.

and finally when your high comes down, the two of you slump against each other, tired and spent.

hearts spike and bloom with surprise when oliver’s piercing eyes look over his shoulder whispering, “you’re so obvious.”

kinda rushed kinda sucked ass LMAO but i’m h word

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Hearts & Kisses

(I have multiple asks in my inbox for Farleigh x Plus size! Reader, so here y’all go!!)

PAIRINGS: Farleigh Start x Fem! Plus size! Reader

WARNINGS: foul language, body dysmorphia,slight angst, emotional reader, crying, mentions of blood, fluff, Farleigh being a sweetheart, pet names, use of the word “fat”, people are fucking rude

NSFW WARNINGS: sub!reader, soft Dom!Farleigh, praise, body worship but in a cutesy way, slight perv!Farleigh, slight nipple play, emotional sex, groping, making out, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), cream pie, overall cute sex

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Your whole life, it feels as though the world was somehow molded to revolve around your weight. It was like the people around you didn’t allow you to have any other kind of personality rather than just being “the fat friend”, to put it bluntly.

Venetia was your best friend, but even she, sometimes, made you upset when it came to that aspect.

Like when she’d complain to you about how she was gaining weight, and needed to start counting her calories again. Or when something wouldn’t fit her the way she wanted it to cause of the faintest chub of her stomach, which honestly suited her petite body.

Having lived in her shadow, it was no surprise that every man you’ve ever liked, ended up liking Venetia instead. It was easier to like Venetia. She was pretty, skinny, outgoing, the whole package deal in the form of a raging she-demon. Any man would be dumb to pass up any offer Venetia laid to them.

She comforted you, of course, and knew of your insecurities and struggles you faced of being bigger than some. She tried her best to make you feel better about it, in her own odd Venetia way, and you loved her dearly for that—but it just wasn’t enough. You longed for men to look at you the way they did her.

You knew you shouldn’t have, but sometimes you wished Venetia was the token “fat friend”. Even if it were just for a day, so she could truly understand what it was like being in your shoes. Maybe then she wouldn’t tell you that you were over exaggerating when you cried over gaining 3 more pounds.

You were tired of the look on old, decaying couples faces when you’d be sitting at a restaurant. The clear look of judgment, disgust and hostility written all over their faces when you’d order food of your choice. You knew what they were thinking without them even having to say it. It made you feel like shit.

You stopped eating in restaurants, and in front of people in general. You order all your clothes online to save the embarrassment of having to feel the disappointment of not being able to fit into something, while prying eyes mock and belittle you till you exit.

You were tired of living the life you lived. Tired of the body you had. Tired of every little imperfection and flaw that you had.

The mirror was your worst enemy, a constant reminder. A vision flashes through the eyes that stare back at you of the life you wanted. Happy. Rich. Popular. Married, with a plethora of beautiful children who you prayed never had to go through your struggles.

You were so focused, so concerned with the hatred you held for the body you were given—that you didn’t even stop to think for even just a moment, that maybe, there was someone out there who adored every part of you.

Farleigh Start, being one of them.

From the moment he laid his eyes on you, he’s loved you ever since.

From afar, he watched you in Venetias shadow—seemingly the only one who’s ever seen you. From tears falling down at the party, being the saddest person in the crowded room; to watching the way you avoided mirrors in the Saltburn mansion like they were the plague. How sad you were, was a trait he could easily tell.

He knew what your troubles were, it wasn’t hard to figure out. He just wished you saw yourself through his eyes, and maybe then you’d understand just how beautiful you were.

You were funny, and so beautiful; definitely more beautiful than his bimbo of a cousin. You were smart, which he took notice of when he saw you reading a damn book rather than engaging in a valentines party back at Oxford. He seen your scores, and knew you took school seriously. A scholarship girl, through and through. But he thought it was cute.

There was never a flaw in you, and he only ever saw you for what you were; a genuine, caring and sweet person. Never did he pay mind to what everyone else so blatantly gawked at, acting as if they’d never seen a plus size person. How ignorant of them, he’d always say. How vile.

Tonight was special, a welcome to the new boy that Felix brought home from Oxford—Oliver, was his name. A peculiar boy, to Farleigh, but an easy friend to you.

You sat down on the far end of the couch, picking at the skin around your nails absentmindedly while the others around you drank wine from the bottle, singing a song you didn’t care to listen to. Every once and a while you’d look up at Venetia, just to find her giving you the thumbs up as she took one of her playthings for the night to her chambers with a dorky smile.

Farleigh watched you from across the room. Always from across the room, never close enough for you to realize he was ever even there. You complained about being in Venetias shadow, yet Farleigh basked in yours.

You wished that men would look at you. To spare you the time of day rather than just a polite smile. But Farleigh was the one who longed for you to look at him that way. He longed for you to look at him as more than just a friend, or an admirer—he wanted you to look at him as if you were lovers.

The night was still young, as were you and Farleigh. He had been planning his approach for at least a month, finally deciding to act on his need for you. So, he watched your doe eyes watch him walk towards you with a lump in his throat. Nervous.

“Farleigh.” You greeted—the warmth and familiarity of your voice filling his ears like a melodic symphony. It was slick like honey, and gentle like a dove in midnight air. “Hey.” he fumbled out after an awkward moment of silence. You smiled.

God, that fucking smile. Anything you wanted, would be yours if you promised to smile at him like that forever. It made his knees weak—weak enough for him to take his place comfortably next to you at the end of the couch.

“How are you?” He asked, staring into your eyes, waiting for a response. You hummed as you looked down at the slightly bleeding skin around your manicured nails. “I’ve been alright.” You lied, casting your eyes up to meet his.

The glint in your eyes told him everything he needed to know. He nodded in understanding, glancing down at his hands that were nervously clamped together with sweat, which he wiped on his slacks. “You look—“ he said, before he cleared his throat from imperfections, “you look beautiful, Y/N.” He smiled.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The words you wanted to hear slipping past his lips made your walls come crumbling down. Was it finally your turn? Your turn at a chance of happiness? It couldn’t be. This must’ve been a joke. A sick prank he was playing on you with his friends probably laughing somewhere in the room.

Your brows furrowed and Farleigh saw the clear distaste on your face begin to form. “I-“ he started, but didn’t get to finish as he watched you get up and storm out of the room.

Farleigh, in a confused haze, chased after you as you paced to your room with tears in your eyes. He shouted your name from behind you, but you didn’t dare to stop and look back till you felt his hand capture your wrist gently, pulling you to stop your fast pace.

“What’s wrong? I—w-was it something I said? Or—” he rambled on desperately. Your eyes danced across his features with resentment. “You makin’ fun of me? Huh? You think I don’t know that I’m a fucking joke already? Leave me the fuck alone, Farleigh!” You yelled out through tears.

His mouth hung agape as he shook his head in a ‘no’ manner. “W-what? What are you talking about?” He asked, waiting for an answer. You sniffled, rubbing your eyes with your free hand. “You’re making fun of me, Farleigh. Why? I thought you were different.” You huffed out.

He paused for a moment, processing just exactly what you were accusing him of, before he gives you a certain look. A look that screams ‘what the fuck?’, because seriously, what the fuck are you talking about?

“I would never do that to you. Get that out of your head. I meant what I said.” He stated, his hand moving from your wrist to hold your hand firmly. “I like you.” He professed. “I’ve liked you since I met you at Oxford. I don’t know why you think so lowly of yourself—to the point where you convince yourself that you’re not worthy of love or a happy life.” He said, matter of factly.

“You deserve a happy life and more. You deserve the fucking world at your feet. The stars and the moon. You deserve the sun and the planets that orbit it. You deserve everything you want and more, so don’t you dare fucking think for a second any less, you hear me?” He said, his hands cupping your face, forcing eye contact.

That was all it took to have you sobbing in his arms, your body flush against his. “So I’ll say it again, and as many times as I have to until you finally fucking believe me.” He kissed he top of your head as he held you close, your body shaking against his. “You’re beautiful.” He murmured out.

He lead you into your room, softly shutting the door behind the both of you. He watched you curl up on the edge of your bed, rubbing at your weeping eyes. Your little sniffles broke his heart, but he was determined to change this. To change the way you saw yourself.

He stood above you, a singular hand tilting your chin up to face him. “Let me show you just how beautiful you are.” His voice barely above a whisper, in a hopeful tone. You hesitated, for only a moment, before giving in with a nod. “I need words, honey.” He said, pushing your hair out of your face.

“Please.” You whispered back. He nodded, taking off his button down shirt, revealing his toned chest and stomach. His v-line was deep, and his happy trail prominent with faint curls. He moved to take your shirt off, but you stopped him.

“I—I don’t..” you said, your eyes unable to meet his. He sighed, dropping to his knees to become eye level with you. He held your face in his hands like he did before with a small smile. “It’s okay, baby. You’re okay.” He reassured. You let out a sigh, nodding at him as a signal that it was okay.

His large hands met the hem of your shirt, sliding it up till it was over your shoulders, and onto the floor beneath you. He laid soft kisses against the top of your breasts, nipples hidden behind a bra. His hands traveled behind you, unclamping your bra, letting it slide off of your arms, landing next to your shirt.

“Perfect.” He mumbled against you. His mouth trialed to your nipple, sucking and licking at it to his hearts content. Your perk, sensitive bud was aching in his mouth, and you released a small mewl when you felt his teeth graze over it just barely biting down. He released your nipple with a loud pop before his tongue found its way to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the other.

His hand groped at the breast his mouth was lapping at previously, gently pinching and pulling at your nipples. He released the nipple his mouth was working at with a loud pop, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your bud.

He gazed down at you with such admiration. It sent heat throughout your body, from the blushing of your cheeks down to your neck, and then down further more as you clenched around nothing as he laid peppery kisses to your stomach.

He traced absentmindedly around your stretch marks before planting a delicate kiss on a few of them. He kissed down till he was met with your pants, unbuttoning them agonizingly slow. When he finally slid them down your legs and onto the floor, he spread your legs open.

He gawked at the way your meaty flesh were plump through his fingers as he squeezed down on your meaty thighs. He licked and sucked at every inch of skin he could get his mouth on, sufficiently leavings a series of vampire-like hickies shamelessly on your inner thighs, only for him to see.

The prominent wet patch on your panties had his cock feel like it was suffocating in its confinements. You were insufferable; a walking, living, breathing temptation. With every innocent movement, the fat of your ass jiggled. It’s all he would watch when you’d walk in front of him, or past him and he’d have to break his neck to see.

The way your breasts bounced no matter what kind of shirt you were wearing. God, he had to go rub one out like a pervert one time because you decided to prance around in a flimsy tube top, nipples poking through on display. The self restraint he had held with you was absolutely mind boggling, yet he managed.

He was doing good, too. Up until now, when he finally had you. Your face was flushed red, all the way down to your neck. Your nipples perked and hard, craving more of his undivided attention. his finger found your panties, sliding it to the side, watching as your juices all but dripped out of your needy cunt.

“Fuckkk..” he groaned out. He pressed a kiss to your swollen clit before rubbing your bud mindlessly with his thumb in a soothing manner. “Know how needy my girl is.” He muttered, licking at your entrance, slurping at the welcoming juices that flowed out.

“Farleigh..” you whimpered out. He coped at you. “I know, honey. I know. M’gonna take care of you, baby.” His tongue swirling around your most sensitive part of your body had your eyes rolling to the back of your head in a pure euphoric feeling.

Sure, you’ve rubbed one out before, but it was never anything like this. It never felt this good, or like you were on a different fucking planet. He must’ve laced his tongue with something, because there was no way someone could do what he was doing with his tongue.

Every flick sent a shiver up your spine, and had you orbiting. Every suckle at your needy little bud that wasn’t so little when he released it from his mouth made you all the more closer to the edge of your on coming orgasm. He lapped at your juices like it was the best thing he’s ever had in his life, and to him, it was.

You tasted sweet on his tongue, and a little bitter but in a delicious way. He wanted to know what you looked like when you came. Did your mouth fall open with bliss, or would it be clenched shut? Would he be able to see those eyes he loves so much, or would they be in the back of your head?

Your hand clawed at his hair, pulling when it became too much. The balls of your feet dug into his back, all of this is a painful way, yet Farleigh didn’t seem to care. He relished in knowing how good he was making you feel. Knowing only he got to see you like this made him go feral, lapping and sucking at your cunt vigorously.

“Wait—F-Farleigh, I’m— I’m gonna cum!” You moaned out, your head thrown back onto the covers on your bed. He groaned into you, sending a wave of bliss through your core, and that was what made you come so easily undone. Your orgasm crashed into you like an unsuspecting wave, but of pleasure with a hint of pain as he continued torturing you through your orgasm.

“Good girl. Did so good, baby. Y’look so fuckin’ pretty.” He praised, kissing your thigh as you came down from your world-shattering high. Little did you know, that was going to be nothing compared to the way you’re going to feel when he was done with you.

You watched as he stripped himself of his pants and boxers, freeing himself of his confinements. His cock sprang and stood proudly, slapping his stomach. You gulped at the sight of him. Hard, with prominent veins on the sides with a red, angry tip that leaked pre-cum. He was more long than girthy, around 8 inches, the biggest you’d ever seen in person.

It twitched slightly, and his heavy, slightly hairy balls hung, full of cum that you wished to milk out of him till he couldn’t give any more. You craved him, and the need to be stuffed was consuming your darkening thoughts, spreading your legs even wider as a welcoming. An initiative that Farleigh happily took.

He rubbed his length through your folds, teasingly. Each time he did so, his weeping tip bumped against your engorged, sensitive clit. “Sweet girl, you’re so wet f’me.” He pointed out, causing that familiar flush to resume on your hot cheeks. “Please fuck me, Farleigh.” You asked.

Farleigh couldn’t possibly say no to his best girl when you looked up at him like he was a godsend. When you finally looked up at him the way he longed for you to. “Anything you want, baby.” And sure enough, his cock slipped past your lower lips, invading your pussy with such recklessness.

Your walls squeezed him tightly, a warm welcome as you clamped down harder onto him when he fully bottomed out. His balls slapped against the underside of your pussy with each hard thrust he delivered to your cunt, angled just the right way, hitting all the right spots that made your legs shake.

“F-farleigh! Oh-“ you moaned out, gripping the sheets below you with such force, anything to stabilize yourself from the blunt force of his cock dominating your insides.

Farleighs mind was consumed with you. The way you felt around him. The way you looked under him, hair matted to your forehead as desperate cries of pleasure slipped past your lips. He couldn’t help himself, he needed to be closer to you. If he could live in your skin, he would, because even now as you were joined together, it wasn’t enough for him.

His lips attacked yours, taking your breath away as your tongues tangled together. He tasted like his Marlboro cigarettes, mixed with the taste of you. The kiss was passionate, an exchanging of unspoken words the two of you would discuss afterwards.

Your mixed saliva was messy, to say the least. It covered the both of your chins, and a string of saliva connected your tongues still, even as he pulled away. The whole scene was erotic as he kissed down your neck, licking and biting at spots, surely a display of marks for everyone to see and wonder who left them.

But he wasn’t hiding himself, not after this, no. He’ll be at your side forever and always after this. There was no more lonely nights of longing, no more worries and ‘what if’s’, or feeling incomplete, like something was missing, when the whole time he knew that it was you.

A wave of relief danced over your features. You didn’t have to go through this alone now, and as you were on the brink of your second release for the night, the stars seemed to shine brighter through your half opened curtains. He luminescent lighting spanning over Farleighs features, making him look most ethereal above you.

His face was contorted in bliss, a show of how he felt as he forhead rested against yours. Pants slipped past his lips as his hand met the flesh of your breast, squeezing. “Need you. M’gonna cum, baby. Can I cum in you?” He asked breathlessly. You nodded. “Yes, please, Farleigh. Please cum in me.” You moaned against him.

He moaned out, his pace becoming a little more sloppy as his hips chased for a release. You felt your orgasm consume you for a second time tonight, making you tumble over yourself as your body wracked with an overwhelming sense of pleasure. His tip hit your g-spot with every thrust, and the feeling was becoming overwhelmingly good.

Tears lined your eyes, but he kissed them away with sweet nothings as he painted your walls a creamy white color, his hips finally stuttering against yours in a final show of his arousal for the night. His balls grew tight, as he filled with with a groan. Sure enough, your sweet cunt was milking him greedily.

When he finally decided to pull out, he watched the way both of your release mixed together in a beautiful display. He smiled softly down at you, your eyes connecting in a sense of a strange understanding. Both of you, outsiders, who now had each other.

His hand found yours as he planted a charming kiss on your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He hummed out, watching as you nodded, propping yourself upright.

He slid his clothes back swiftly, making his way to the restroom, wetting a cloth with warm water before making his way back to where you sat, waiting on your bed. “Let me see, honey.” He urged, ushering your legs back open, gently dapping the warm cloth on your sensitive cunt, cleaning up the remnants of the mess both of you had made.

“Are you alright?” He asked as he used the clean side of the warm cloth to gently dab your forehead, ridding it of sweat, pushing your hair out of the way. “Yes—I—thank you” you said after a moment of pondering your words.

He raised a brow. “For what?” He asked. You blushed, embarrassed under his peering gaze. Ironic, seeing as he saw and heard so much more from you just mere seconds ago. “For everything, I suppose. I-I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner.” You muttered, almost ashamed.

He clicked his tongue as he flicked your forehead with his finger. “You silly girl.” Was all he muttered. “Don’t worry about that now. It doesn’t matter anymore. You know now, and that’s what counts.” He smiled, a confirmation that everything indeed, was going to be okay.

His curly hair seemed more vibrant, and the glint in his eyes told you what you longed and awaited to hear the most.

“I love you.”

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