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calumfmu · 7 months

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tell me what you need

summary: you're the girl in the labyrinth with Felix before he ya know.

cw: 18+, mdni, oral, slutty Felix (a need), teasing, dirty talk,

1.6k+ words

Fog settled heavy throughout the high walls of leaves and branches around you. Your feet stumbled as you made your way through the maze, trying to find yourself centered as you searched for Felix. Felix Catton. The man of the hour.

You have had your eye on him ever since you started your semester at Oxford. You only had one course with him, but that was all that it took for you to be attracted to the tall man. You had competition, this you knew. He wasn't the type to be tied down to one lady, he had many suitors lined up for him.

But you weren't either. It was stupid for anyone to think that either of you were going to be tied down. It was the peak of your youth, the time where you need to be sleeping around.

All semester you had been flirting with each other, sneaking glances at each other in the long corridors of the university, brushing your fingers against each other at the campus bars, hinting towards what you knew was to happen eventually. Tonight was finally the night were you knew you had him exactly where you wanted.

A branch suddenly snapped behind you, earning a squeal from your lips. Your gold crown dipped into your line of sight as you swiveled around, searching for the source of the noise. Placing it back into place, you frowned, regretting the decision to come out here in this state of mind.

You swore you saw a flash of white dip behind one of the maze walls, but you blamed it on your drunkenness. 'S nothing, you thought, shaking your head. 'S nothing, just find Felix.

You continued your trek towards the center of the garden maze, heart pounding in your chest in anticipation. He shouldn't be too far from now.

Attending this party was a last minute decision of yours, as you heard it was for Felix's new 'best friend of the hour', as people mentioned. You weren't quite sure what that meant.

As you made a left, you sighed in relief, finding a clearing with a statue in the mind. And there he was, Felix Catton, standing with all his might. He looked good, loose fitting jeans hanging low on his hips, white tank top snug to his frame, gold angel wings spread behind him. A cigarette was between his fingers, between his lips as he looked at his ring clad fingers.

"Oh, Feliix," you sing-songed, trailing the edge of the clearing.

His gaze shot up to meet the sound of your voice, smiling once he realized who you were.

"yn?" He answered, taking one last drag before throwing it to the ground. He stood to his attention, straightening his posture as he took in your appearance.

You were adorned with gold cuffs at the wrist, a white sheet drapped loosely over your frame, crown shaped like an olive branch placed within your hair. You didn't have anything to meet the Midnight Summer's Dream theme, but you did have this outfit prepared from the last costume party your roommate attended.

You looked like a goddess if you did say yourself, and it was perfect that this man in front of you looked like your match.

"What're ya' doin' here?" He gave you a cocky smile, leaning back smoothly on the statue behind him. His floppy hair hung low over his forehead, eyebrow piercing begging to be seen beneath it.

"Heard there was a party," you muttered, beginning to walk closer to him. His eyes trailed your body, teeth running over his bottom lip. "And I knew I had to join."

Confidence rolled off of your shoulders as you crossed the path over to him. Standing in front of him, you cocked your head at him, smiling as he tilted his head back to drink you in.

Silence crept between the two of you as you lifted a hand, running it down the length of his torso.

"Ran into Farleigh, told me you'd be out here," you whispered, taking another step so you would be chest to chest. You felt Felix's breath hitch up, a taunting smile playing at the corners of his red mouth.

"Farleigh's 'ere?" He questioned, hand reaching out to grab at your waist. His hand was huge in comparison, fingers bunching the fabric there.

"Never mind that." You began to kiss at his neck, body already aching at the way his head leaned background exposing the long stretch of his jugular vein. Your hands began to roam free, feeling strong muscle beneath the thin layer of his clothes.

He breathed a low fuck underneath his breath, small pants escaping his mouth as you began to kiss down the length of his chest. Your hands searched for his waistline, finding the button that held his pants together. Cock straining through the thick fabric.

You managed to free the button, unzipping it slightly so your hand can slip beneath his pants grabbing hold of his shift. He began to breath even heavier at your grasp.

"Fu-uck, yn, just lik-"

You giggled, leaning up to kiss him, halting his words.

"Like that, Felix?"

You freed him from his pants, cock springing free. He hissed as it hit the cool air, swinging his head back so it hit the statue behind him. A low moan escaped his throat, incoherent words coming with it.

You dropped to your knees, pulling down his pants even further as you took in the sight before you. Even in the dark light, you could tell his cock was beat red, dripping with desperation for your attention.

Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you smirked slightly before taking the tip of it in your mouth. You mouthed at it, tongue darting out to taste the saltiness of his precum.

Felix moaned further, hand reaching out to run through your hair.

Jerking it, you licked along the underside, noticing how he fell out from the gesture.

"Look at my little Felix," you toyed, tightening your grip as you jerked his length. "You're falling apart right now, aren't you, love?"

He nodded through kiss bitten lips, red and plump. His eyes drooped further, watching you as you teased him with your tongue.

"Little Felix wants more?"

He mewled, trying to position your head so you got more of him in your mouth.

"Ah ah ah," you teased. Jerking rapidly at this point, you dribbled some of your drool on his head, watching as it mixed in with the liquid pooling at the tip.

In the distance, you could hear the party, poppers and fireworks going off as people cheered around you. The bass of the music rumbled through the manor, you could feel it in your chest.

Another branch cracked to your left, and you whipped your head around to find it. Your mind messing with you, you figured.

Turning back to Felix, you stared up at him as you took the head of his cock between your lips. Your tongue began to work back and forth on its underside, hand still moving over its length.

You began to work your way down its length, the girth stretching your mouth open wider as he filled you up. Felix was a mess above you, both hands running through your hair at this point, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He was murmuring at this point, praising you for the magic you worked on him. You found your rhythm--sucking at the tip while your hand stroked over him, mouth going up and down the swollen member.

You pulled off with a pop, jerking him with a fever, palm curving with every movement.

"Such a slut, Felix."

You giggled, leaning down to lick at his balls, hanging heavy over his jeans. "Who would've thought?"

He was getting closer to his peak, hips jerking with desperation as you stroked him closer to the finish line. He was dripping more and more, head thrown back in ecstasy as his fingers pulled at your hair.

Another firework exploded in the distance, Felix's breath becoming more shallow, yet high pitched.

"I'm almo- right there, yn, right th-"

He whimpered, whining at your mouth returning to his head, lapping at the droplets.

"Mmm- fuuc-" His hands pushed your head down his length, you allowing it this time. A choke escaped you, gagging at the length of his cock hitting the back of your throat. It was harsh, demanding, the way he fucked at your mouth.

He was so close, he could taste it, mumbling as that high approached him. Feeling it in the pit of his stomach, he moaned, a ribbon of white fluid hitting the back of your thro-

"Felix?" A voice sounded behind the two of you.

And before you knew it, you were pushed to the side. Felix quickly tucking himself back into his pants before buttoning them.

"Ah Jesus Christ, What the fuck are you doing here?" Felix asked, hoarseness evident within his throat.

A smile tugged at your mouth as you wiped the back of it with your hand. Rising to your feet, you adjusted the shoulders of your dress.

"Were you spying on us?" You questioned, beginning to leave the proximity of Felix and the statue. Felix's body language stiffened, focusing on the man in white in front of the two of you.

Oliver, you recognized, his new best friend.

"No, I wasn't." He was defensive, a bottle of who knows what in his hand as he came closer to you.

You rolled your eyes at him, turning your shoulder to find your way back to the party. The party continued on in the distance, awaiting your arrival. Oliver was replacing your distance to the winged man in the tank top as you made your departure.

As you made your way back through the maze, you smirked to yourself, satisfied with the mess you had made of Felix Catton. You pictured him whimpering, the taste of him on your tongue, his fingers in your hair.

Successful night, you thought to yourself. Hopefully there's more where that came from.

#my writing #felix catton x reader #saltburn fic #saltburn 2023 #Felix catton #smut #shorter one #but I just wanted to write #and get this out of my mind #sad ending? if you look between the lines #but not really #stream saltburn #out now

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