i found this quite hilarious

Fanart commission for the lovely Alybalybee’s equally lovely fanfic “I Like You a Whole Latte” really found this scene hilarious so I was quite glad to have been given the chance to draw it, if you haven’t read her story yet, go check it out!

Also, Commissions are open in case anyone’s interested, For inquiries, please drop me a private message.

A Hairy Excuse

Nessian, 1.1K, Rated T

A/N: Cassian finds himself in Nesta’s bed, dumbfounded when his High Lady walks in. This turned out to be something that I wasn’t exactly expecting but am not upset with.

Cassian awoke with a wisp of hair in his mouth. Gently, he reached to remove the piece that had undoubtedly also stuck itself to the side of his face. Though as he moved, his hand first collided with a head that was most assuredly not his. He skipped analyzing this fact to pull the hair out, when he realized how long it was and who it smelt like.

He froze.

Cocooned against his chest, breathing softly in the early hours of the morning, was Nesta Archeron. Her head rested against his shoulder, spilling her tangles all over his chest. Wrapping around both of them was Cassian’s wing, which filtered the sunlight, so that the only rays hitting them were tinted. Cassian remembered walking Nesta home last night and her insistence that he come inside with her. There had been…intimacy, but not all the way. His puzzlement that morning had little to do with a blurry alcohol induced evening, and more to do with an astonishment that she let him stay.

With his Commanding duties becoming lighter after the war and her role as Emissary yet to become a full-time occupation, they’d spent time together. Platonic time, though time nonetheless. Personally, Cassian may have wanted more than just friendship, but if that was all Nesta was willing to offer, he would not argue. Coexisting seemed like enough, a sometimes painful reminder of what he couldn’t have. All he really wanted was for her to be happy, and she seemed great with them holding safe, easy interactions without any physical intimacy.

That was where his astonishment from this morning originated. Nesta never indicated that she wanted this before, and although they’d shared a few drinks, it was nothing they hadn’t done before or she couldn’t handle. Cassian’s only desire, however selfish it may be, was to stay here. Together they could very well never share this again. So Cassian lay there humbled by her petit frame, draped over half his body. Underneath her mouth, his shirt featured a small damp circle, hinting at a slight drool. Her arm wrapped around his torso, her hand curled gently inside his shirt.

Though, he was not acting all that innocent either. Nesta’s hip was cradled by his arm, keeping her body close to his. He also could feel the mess that was their legs further down the bed. Everything around them smelled faintly of Nesta, nothing heavy despite it being her room. The older Archerons didn’t have enough of their own possessions to lather a room in their scent. Nesta’s brow furled slightly, and her hand gripped him tighter causing Cassian to crane his neck and peck her forehead.

Cassian knew that she would want time alone to think about this new development between them or maybe, hopefully, she’d discuss it with him. As far as he understood, they were under no circumstance to share this event with anyone. That he knew for certain.

The door flew open.

“Hey, Nesta. Thought I’d let you know that breakfast is—“ The High Lady began from the doorway.

Cassian kept completely still, hoping like some idiot that Feyre would forget he was here. The next few moments stretched on for what felt like an hour.

“You’re not Nesta.“

“It’s not what it looks like,” he blurted very quickly.

“I can go,” she started.

Cassian stretched his wing a little farther, hoping beyond all hope that Nesta would not wake up. “I sure you think that Nesta and I slept together, but you have the completely wrong impression.”

“Cassian, it’s really none of my business. I’ll leave, no questions asked.”

“No, no. Nesta complained that her bed was too firm many times to me in the past, and I have always thought mine to be too soft. We devised a plan on which, What day of the week is it?”


“On the evening of the second Wednesday of every month we would swap beds, for whatever reason, this always seemed the night of worst sleep for us both. I have no idea about your sister, but I have never slept so well in my entire life.”

“In five hundred years, you’ve never slept like this.” He could hear the amusement in her voice.

Cassian thought himself a good liar, but this was absolutely atrocious. Not to mention that his wing still wrapped around him and Nesta, so he hadn’t even made eye contact with Feyre this whole interaction. “As a bastard in the camps, milady, it is quite difficult to find any sort of mattress, let alone one as comfortable as this one. My own room sports a bed that for years I have been meaning to replace, without ever finding the time.”

“So you’ve been sleeping on a crappy mattress for hundreds of years?”

“Yes!” He exclaimed, perhaps a bit melodramatically for the situation which really attested to how thick he was laying it.

“You know I can see Nes—“ Feyre tried.

Cassian removed all the stops. “Ah! The High Lady has seen the tousled waves of my armpit hairs creeping out from my shirt. Your mate normally glamours them away from view, especially when I train shirtless. I am ashamed to admit that they grow like fiends and that nothing on this continent or this world has the ability to tame them.”

At that both the woman in the doorway and the form next to him broke into cackles. Feyre’s subsided rather quickly, but Nesta, still mostly hidden from view, roared with a laughter that shook her whole body and brought tears to her eyes.

“Your armpit hair?” Nesta wheezed between inhales.

“I thought—“ they made eye contact before Cassian then flicked his towards Feyre.

Nesta wiped the tears from her eyes and appeared to have mostly relaxed. “Feyre, we’ll be down in a second. Thanks.”

The door closing was the only indication that Feyre was ever there in the first place.

Nesta sat up, dragging herself out from under Cassian’s wing, which he reluctantly removed from her before perching up next to her.

“Cassian—“ she began.

“I’m sorry for staying over, I understand if you hate me for making it look like we slept together. I tried making that cover for us.”

She bit her lip as if to refrain from laughing again. “I don’t hate you, in fact, I found that whole interaction quite hilarious. Yes, I heard the whole thing,” she remarked, no doubt from reading his expression, “but it’s nice to know that you would go to such lengths for me.”

“Of course I would.”

A small smirk grew on her face. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. I really don’t care what they think, not now anyway. Though, I do kinda care about the ungodly armpit hair. I think we may need some lessons in how to shave.”

He barked a laugh at that. “Maybe you can teach me how to control my underarm creature.”


title: Mine Now

author: aclosetlarryshipper

word count: 32k

After Harry is expelled from private school, he joins a secret competition to get back at the boy who made it happen.


This is the story of how Harry finds himself pouting in Louis’ passenger seat with a raging boner on the way to seduce his ex boyfriend.

What are the differences between JiKook and celebrity couples, kept in secret from public?

…there are none :D
Please, don’t take this too seriously. I’m not trying to prove anything with this, but I just accidentally bumped into this video about Weightlifting Fairy couple (Lee Sung Kyung & Nam Joo Hyuk) with 4 ‘hints’ that made fans “see it coming”, described. And as clicked through the video, it all seemed familiar.
(Of course I don’t think that these things have to always prove something! Sometimes netizens just see things that aren’t there and people are just friends. But these two beauties are now official and so cute!♥)

Hmm, what could that be?
1: Spending free time together and having a date at Coldplay concert.

Well, Jikook + wingman Hobi went to a Big Bang concert last year:

2: They kissed when they hadn’t had to kiss…       

Jikook never kissed in front of cameras, but we have these things like back hugging when it’s not in script or there are no fans to do “fanservice” for:

2,5: Power of a kiss! Shouted out to the world.

Once again, we don’t have a kiss, but we have this cute and little embarrassing moment of Jimin, telling everyone Jungkook hugs him to sleep: (And Kookie being flustered.) (I couldn’t find the original video from the fansign, it just disappeared. But it was this fansign so I just made this illustrating picture ^^)

3: Attending fan meetings. 

Well :D Jikook always attend each other’s fan meetings, because, you know, they’re in the same group. But awkward and full of giggling? (Check.):

4: Posting their pictures on Instagram.

BTS don’t have private Instagrams, not that we are aware of. Buttt they have Twitter and we all know how gladly Jimin and Jungkook use it :3

4,5: Posting pictures that show they hang out together in their free time.

Should I even say something? Jikook are pros at showing us they’re hanging out together ♥:

This would be it. As I said, I only made this compilation because I found it quite hilarious. But they just do 54587 of couple-ish things.
PS: I’m glad Weightlifting Fairy couple are real :33 They melt my heart.

anonymous asked:

"Communicating with the locals is Difficult, They use Slang I have trouble understanding, I thought I was Quite Knowledgeable About 'ships' but then a Friend Showed Me How Much of a Bouncing Baby I Really Am- tch, I Only Learned About what Sex actually Was Last Year, Would you Like to hear what Baby 12 Year Old Me Thought it was? It's Quite Hilarious."

I found out about Sex when I was like, 6 or 7.


Just ya know late night early morning texts between you and buckaroo.

Mostly text dialogue. implied college AU. implied sexiness. humor maybe i don’t know if you’ll find this funny I’m not the boss of you

AN: This is based off an actual text conversation I had not even a day ago. I personally found this quite fucking hilarious I hope you do to. Also this is fucking horrible and I kinda hella hate it. HOW DO YOU WRITE ENDINGS??

You were a light sleeper. Had been since you were little and probably will be till the end of time. So when the faint hum of your phone sounded you were already reaching to grab it . You assumed first that it was your best friend texting you about her date but that thought was quickly replaced as her specific ring tone didn’t sound. Then panic set in assuming it was a family emergency as it was nearly 3 in the morning. You grabbed the phone even faster typing in your passcode.

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Dance With Me


 Bucky Barnes x Reader
 Can I request a Bucky x reader where they kind of recreate that scene in gotg where Gamora and quill are listening to music and they almost kiss but she hits him as a reflex because she usually does that to men who flirt with her? And she freaks out and runs away but then apologizes with a fluffy ending please?
Warnings: Slight violence
Notes: Part 3 of Well This Is Awkward will be up tomorrow. I hope you have been enjoying my work so far. Thankyou for 300 followers it means so much to me, so because of that heres a little treat for y’all. Enjoy! :)

To say you had little patience for men and their flirtation methods was putting it lightly. Whenever you and your friends would go out clubbing or to a bar you would always end up getting hit on.  It sucked, you just wanted a fun night out where you could hang with your girls, but no some meathead had to come ruin that by trying to get into one of your pants. This plus a quick to anger personality did not mix well. You were a part of The Avengers so were highly trained, this meant that whenever a guy would get to close for comfort you would break his nose. You couldn’t even remember how many places you and your friends had been kicked out of because of this, it both annoyed and amused them.

 As you leant against the railing of the balcony, you felt the wind whip your H/C hair around behind you. Laying your head against the cold metal, you heard the door slide open behind you and then close again. Immediately you felt his presence, how could you not. “Y/N?’ his gravely voice questioned. “Hey Buck.” You whispered into the wind. “What are you doing out here, its freezing!” He asked, coming to stand next to you. “Just thinking.” You shrugged. Looking up to meet his eyes, you noticed the white cable from his iPod sticking out from his collar. “What you listening to?” You asked, nodding at his earphones. “Oh just a song by Benjamin Taylor.” He gestured at his earphones. “What’s it called?” you asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Wicked Way.” He smirked. Rolling your eyes you held your hand out for one of the ear buds.

 Bucky’s hand slowly pushed back a strand of your hair behind of your ear. Picking up the ear bud he placed it softly in your ear. The soft sounds of the music floated around you. Closing your eyes you got lost in the melody. You felt Bucky’s hand slowly grip onto your waist and his hand cup your cheek. Leaning into him you felt your nose brush his. Your eyes suddenly burst open as you panicked. Pulling your hand back you clenched it into a fist and sent it flying in the perpetrators direction, completely forgetting it was Bucky. You felt your fist connect with someone’s nose. Looking up you realised… you had just punched the guy you had a huge crush on. Gasping, your eyes widened and you covered your now gaping mouth with your hand. “I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed. “It’s okay.” Bucky muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose “But why did you punch me?” Before he knew it you had fled out of embarrassment, slamming the door behind you.

 Sitting on your bed, you brought your knees up to your chest and leaned your head against them. You felt your salty tears run down your cheek and gather on the material of your jeans. You heard a knock at your door but chose to ignore it out of embarrassment. Minutes later you heard the lock click and heavy footsteps walk towards you. Refusing to raise your head, you felt the bed dip next to you and a strong-arm wrap around your shoulder. “Y/N, I asked Nat why you punched me and she explained that you didn’t like guys hitting on you. I found it quite hilarious actually.” Bucky said with a chuckle and a kiss to the head. “I am sorry Buck.” You whispered, “I really did want to kiss you.” You mumbled into your leg. Bucky’s hand gently lifted your chin and pressed his lips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself you got lost in the kiss. Pulling back to catch your breath you smiled and lay your head on his shoulder. “Y/N?” Bucky mumbled into your hair “Dance with me?” He said taking your hand in his. “Always.” You whispered back.

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Young Eunha 

        “Shit I’m late!” I cursed when I peeked at my watch which was wrapped nicely on my right wrist. I was in the middle struggling to put on my sneakers, knowing that I had much time left I decided to let both of my heels wrapped improperly and rushed to get downstairs.

        “Where are you going, honey?” My mom greeted when she witnessed me rushing on my way downstairs and passing her territory, her precious and forever always clean kitchen.   

         I whipped my head to her direction and grinned innocently, “I have to meet Yoona, I’m late.”

         “Have your breakfast first, honey. It’s too early to go, and it’s Sunday anyway.” My mom shook her head. I usually go with my bestfriend, Yoona at Saturday or Sunday. But it usually happened at evening, not six in the morning. That’s why my mom looked at me questioning.     

         She looked at me from head to toe as if she inspecting me; I wouldn’t go jogging with Yoona because my clothes wasn’t suitable for that and for anyone who went to jogging wouldn’t bring big backpack like me. I looked like someone who wants to run away to another country and change my identity.            

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anonymous asked:

Unpopular opinion: I don't really like Haxby and I think Marney is wonderful because he respects Charlotte so much??? I think Haxby was always just a petty person and that everyone likes him because he's played by Edward Hogg (whom I adore as well) and that the random thing they had in episode 4 does not constitute them being a solid ship??? Yep, sue me.

I want to preface this by saying that I welcome discussion of all opinions, and thus, there’s really no need for things like “sue me.” It’s okay! We all have our opinions, and we all like whom we like. Own it. Furthermore, I think you’ll be happy to hear that this is not an unpopular opinion at all. I like Marney, as I’ve said. There’s always been tons of Marney love on my dash. There’s always been tons of love for him in the notes on my gifs of him. Hell, people even tag my Haxby gifsets with how much they prefer Marney. Believe me: by no means is the fandom’s preference clear cut.

And the thing is, it doesn’t need to be an either/or scenario when it comes to liking Marney and/or Haxby. It doesn’t even need to be either/or when it comes to shipping Charlotte with both or either of them. That’s part of why, upon seeing the preview for 1.06 last week, I explicitly expressed my unhappiness about the punching scene pitting the two men against each other over Charlotte.

By the timing, I’m guessing this message is in response to some of my recent posts/reblogs alluding to 1.07 and perhaps specifically to my admission yesterday that although I find Marney more likable than Haxby, I don’t find him or his relationship with Charlotte as interesting. Honestly, I hesitated ever saying that for fear of starting a ship war, but again, we all have our opinions. And although I did indeed come into this show with an undeniable Ed Hogg bias, please don’t imagine that that’s blinded me to Haxby’s personality or is the only reason I ever became so invested in him.

You’re absolutely right: Haxby is a petty person! He has always been petty, as well as scheming and priggish and self-righteous — and quite frankly, I have, since the very beginning, found him hilarious and delightful and intriguing precisely because of those qualities. They’re part of what fueled his bickering and needling and sorta-flirting with Charlotte, who, likewise, is petty and scheming and taunting right back to him. Nor is their rivalry unfounded: they are each, after all, seriously interfering with the other’s ability to effectively do their job or live the lifestyle they want. And yet, it’s not all been vitriol. They have each had moments — his prayers at Mary Cooper’s deathbed, her growing discomfort during the “hold my pisspot” scene — in which they find themselves awkwardly and unwillingly aligned. If Haxby had only ever been bitchy, I’d have found him amusing, surebut not nearly as interesting as he is with these quieter moments as contrast.

Now, what constitutes “a solid ship” is a debate as old as fandom itself (and a debate, I think, with no clear answer possible). But from a purely narrative standpoint — looking at it in terms of storytelling, previous interactions, foreshadowing, etc. — their hook-up in episode 4 was not random, did not come from out of nowhere, and is by no means the sole reason anyone might ship them. That sex was foregrounded by four full episodes of petty rivalry, uncomfortable empathy, and sharp barbs of flirtation all mixed together into a beautiful and complicated mess of a relationship that felt, to me, grounded very realistically in who they are as characters and where they each stood in society / Howard’s household. Charlotte and Haxby alike are two strong-willed, hard-headed, combative people who are well matched enough to go head to head, and they may not bring out the best in each other, but they certainly bring out something — something unexpected and bold.

And I, personally, find that immensely interesting. I am pretty dang sure I would find it interesting even if I’d never heard of Edward Hogg.

I’m not trying to convert you to this ship; just to explain why I find Haxby and his relationship (whatever it is) with Charlotte worthy of further exploration. And that’s really been the point to my recent posts / reblogs on the subject. I don’t know whether you’ve seen 1.07, and since I know that most of the people who might be reading this have not, I’m not going to get into that at all. But the point is NOT that I want to trash Marney or gloss over Haxby’s faults. I don’t want to do either of those things. I just want Harlots – a show which thus far has not shied away from exploring some very complicated relationships – to continue exploring this interesting thing it started.

I want characters who are well-rounded and complicated, I want relationships that feature both connection and friction, and I want narrative groundwork to be built upon, not discarded. I want those things for both Haxby and Marney. And I want those things most of all for Charlotte, who, in one way or another, intersects with them both.

anonymous asked:

I was using Bill’s beautiful face for my sketchbook assignment in art, and my teacher asked if I had a picture. I pulled my phone out, found the picture of Bill, and my teacher yells out HES PERFECT. I found it quite hilarious since she’s a married, older woman.

me as a teacher

“The Love melody of ashes !”

I know how words are written,i found some lyrical,inspiring and quite beautiful,some are hilarious,meanless,talk about feelings,desires ,some in order to capture  who are still  lost …but for me ,the words ,the thoughts ,the Art of enchantement  are left behind my back but those memories,that killing thought,killing grief still remain here day by day consuming me ,being led like a wave in a tormented sea ,beating,cracking, turn me appart of this reality.This can be a mountain or a simple pebble,only,my faith tell me to overcome but faith is heard not seen nevertheless the wait is too awful and the truth is too hard ,,, you are there on the ground being transformed into ashes and your bones ,your flesh that once hold me is so alone ,so helpless …why didnt i merged into the valley of death taking your hand and embraked in the journey of the sleepy night? How coward was i ! How infected by a dying world i was ,i am…Everyday, i hear your voice ,everyday i merely bare this sick body ,this heart sliced in every layer of anger,,,

Blame me, but how can you? How can i pick you up and unite your wonderful and generous being and glue into me once again? Maybe my ashes will kiss you soon ,maybe some glimpse ,some hope ,some rainbow will remember our chant ,my chant of despair and maybe i can return to once a fairy tale where two beings didnt need to praise life because life itself was our melody ,our love made by the stars….Rest and wait for me my companion , in your resting  tumb and even your ashes and mine will be united to sing once again the melody of which was and still is a secret buried in the sands of time…I feel you near and i run to you …. 

Bloody hell: Newt fic

Heyyyyy so this is my first attempt at a tmr reader fic, forgive me if it sucks, I've practically read every newtxreader fic on tumblr, so I thought I should contribute!

Summary: Reader got her periods. Need I say more? 

 Warnings: None 

 Rating: uh K+? (No smut)

 “Y/n!? Y/n wake up love, Everyone is almost done with breakfast!”

You groaned and twisted in your hammock. “Two more minutes Newt”

“No can’t do love, We’ve got work to do. Rise and shine yea? tonight’s a bonfire night so finish up work quick!”

You still made no sign of getting up so Newt decided it was time for plan B 

“y/n” he said dangerously to your face, you huffed and turned to the other side.

He smirked and started tickling you. Normally you would have laughed but not today you jumped at the sudden contact and almost fell off your hammock.

“NEWT WHAT THE HELL” you yelled glaring at him, Newt looked a little taken back. This was something he did very often when you refused to wake up and you normally responded with giggles which eventually lead to the you chasing him down for breakfast.

“I’m sorry love, I just wanted to wake you up” he said, his eyes clearly showing signs of hurt. You felt bad for a second but then your stomach gave a horrid twist making you wince. Newt seemed to notice that

“Are you alright y/n? You seem a little”

“Stop talking. please” you replied, you didn’t want to deal with him right now, you weren’t in the best of moods and you were pretty sure you’d snap at Newt again if he mentioned ‘waking up’ or ‘work’ again.

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"W.D.Y.W.F.M !?!" ( What do you want from me) Harry styles mature one shot

                              “Mini breakdown / summary. “

Sorry it took soo long guys!! The second smut excert is from a fic I wrote towards the end of last year called “W.D.Y.W.F.M” ( based off the song by the neighbourhood) even though I wrote it last year the timeline was for this year if that makes sense… Like the months leading up to the stadium tour! In the fic Harry’s just turned twenty and he’s dating a 21 year old fashion blogger turned stylist/designer named Chris ( Chrissy) the two met in Japan while the boys were there for there last couple shows and she was there styling a KPop group for tour. The pair did the whole FWB thing for a while and in early January decided to make it official….the storyline picks up around 2 months into the actual relationship…. Which the pair still haven’t publicized yet… They aren’t hiding and have been photographer together. But neither of then have confirmed anything yet. To be honest I think there still trying to really figure it out themselves! The scene your getting is actually the beginning of the first chapter. Harry goes into more detail as to how the met a little later in the story but I’m not uploading the full thing because it needs to be edited!



“Fucking- don’t look at me like that!” I growled low under my breath as I glanced over at her from across the room .

She shifted in her seat a little…a slight smirk moving up her face as she ran her fingers through her hair.

Nothing changed I still stayed sat on the bed while she reclined in the chair directly across from me . Nothing was resolved… Even though we’d never admit it both of us were just as hot head and short tempered as the other.

We were both still angry, our arguments rarely resolved anything because we’d both just start yelling at one another.

She was acting dramatic… As usual. Getting pissed off because I’m not a bloody mind reader! But I wasn’t doing this with her tonight… She was wrong and we weren’t resolving this until she admits that.

“Like what? Like I’m pisssd off and annoyed by you? Or like I’m mentally undressing you with my eyes? Because both are true statements. ” she looked back at me running her tongue along her teeth, and my chest tightened.

I knew what she was trying to do, and I hated myself for wanting to go along with it. Because she always did this… Whenever she knew she was wrong, or just didint wanna talk something out. She’d try and use sex to distract me… Us…. And it worked for a while. But we’ve gotten to a point now were we’ve let too much shit build up!

“For Christ sake, get the fuck over here” I locked my eyes with hers and she furrowed her brow in at me. Crossing her arms, reclining further in her seat .

“Excuse me ? ” she elevated her tone a little indicating she was annoyed but I didint care. Because I knew her better than she knows herself, I know alllll the things that gets her gears going. And me letting my dominate, more aggressive side out was on the top of that list.

I licked my lips slowly, slouching over a little so my elbows could rest on my knees. “I don’t believe I stuttered, nor did I pose it as a question love. Come…… Here…”

My eyes stayed locked with hers as she let her eyes flutter shut. Taking in a deep slow breath as she ran her fingers through her hair before she got up .

I watched her hips sway as she walked towards me. Letting my eyes gradually move up her body. She wasn’t wearing a bra with her tshirt and because of the length of her hair I didint notice until she started walking. They bounced slightly as she walked, and her nipples promeant through the thin material. All she had on was a lose fitted black shirt and a pair of tiny cotton shorts that didint leave much to the imagination.

Once she stepped close enough I got a firm grip on her waist. Pulling her down to straddle my lap. I dug my nails into her thighs and she sucked in a sharp breathe. Still a little taken back by how fast id done things.

“ oh fuck” her breath was shaky as I bit down on the skin just beneath her ear.

“Your a pain in the arse you know that right?” My response almost coming out in the form of a growl as I closed my lips around the area,easing the sting with my tongue .

She didint respond and I found it hilarious, and quite Annoying actually that now, of all times she had nothing to say .

I rolled her hips against my waist , letting my tongue make it’s way down the side of her neck . “You drive me fucking mad half of the time and you know it”

I bit back at her and a slight smirked moved up her face as slowly kicked her lips. Dragging her nails down the back of my head, tugging on the hair at the nape of of neck.

Reclining my head back so I had no choice but to make eye contact with her. “That’s one of my many qualities baby you know that.” She loosened the grip on my hair slightly, licking up the curve of my jaw. And I hissed low under my skin as she continued rolling her hips against me . Making my jeans very uncomfortable at the moment…

“Now why don’t you….” Pulling back from me a little she pulled her shirt over her head, throwing it down on the bed. “Just be a good boy and fuck me…” She rolled her hips harder this time and I had to restrain a moan from leaving my throat . “Like we both know you want too… Hmmm?”

I both chuckled and snarled at the nickname…. For one because whenever she used it , it was in a condescending/ cocky manner. . Almost like she knew if give get exactly what she wanted ! But at the same time there was always something about her arrogance that turned me on!

My eyes traveled down her body …. Her nipples even more so alert from the window being cracked. The breeze nipping at her skin.

“How about you stop looking And just-”

“shut ….the fuck up!” Capturing her lips with mine , I bit down on her bottom lip . Granting myself access, as I rolled my tongue against hers. The kiss was aggressive , needy … She was panting hard and her hands were everywhere . Letting my tongue roll over hers as I gripped the sides of her shorts. Pulling them down to her thighs in one swift movement.

I couldn’t deal with her saying one more word to me right now . I was still angry but if she wanted to play her little game then we’d play. She thought she was the one in charge of things….not even. Moving my hand down, my middle finger teased the very tip of her clit and her body tensed.

“Oh fuck” her eyes squeezed shut as moved up and down her slit. She bit down hard on my bottom lip as I curled two fingers in. Pulling them back in a come hither motion as she continued to roll her hips against me.

Sliding my fingers out a little I slid back in adding a third slowly, because I knew she could take it . I pumped my fingers even faster letting my palm smack her clit and her body shuttered around my hand.

“Oh my god baby fuck …just like that… Shit…” She dug her nails into my back as my teeth grazed her nipples. She hissed at the sting from my teeth before I abruptly flipped her over.

Her body was laying flat on the bed…. Giving me complete access to her. I never pulled out though…. My fingers were still filing her completely and I felt her walls contract around me .

“Fuck Harry move!” She was getting antsy and I was building pressure and I knew it. I kept my eyes locked with hers as I tilted my hand upward adding even more pressure and she went to grab for my arm.

“Touch me… Or yourself and I won’t let you come… And you know you can’t come the way you need to …. Without me. ”

She rolled her eyes at me, moving her hands up into her hair as she tried to steady her breathing . “Fuck baby just move Jesus !!”

I smirked up at her as I slowly slid out, licking my fingers clean with my tongue before I slid her shorts all the way down get legs. Gripping her hips and sliding her body down the bed so she was completely open to me.

“It’s really funny that you still think your actually the one in control. Yet your the one on the brink of cumming and you can’t control it. That must drive you mad huh ?”

I kicked my brow up at her before my lips moved over to her inner thighs. Licking down until I met her center. Flicking my tongue gently against her clit . Just enough to drive her Insane…

“Shit…” She gripped my hair tighter as I slid two fingers in. Twisting them in and out as I closed my mouth around the hood of her clit. Nipping at the skin gently …I twisted my fingers in and out faster as I felt her walls contract against my fingers.

“ fuckkkk ” arching up into me, as her body jerked against my hand.

She laughed a little as she tried to catch her breath ” clearly I am in control… Considering the fact that your still about to make me come …. Fuck…”

I bit down on her inner thigh and the squealed … I could feel her pulsing around me and I knew how close she was. “Shit, there it is … I feel you come for me baby…fuck come all over my fingers…”

I licked up her slit one more time closing my lips around it, letting out a slight moan against her skin… Sending the vibrations through her body as I hooked my fingers up one more time… Before pulling out.. .

“ oh my god what the fuck!!” She bit back at me as I got off the bed, whipping the corners of my mouth with my thumb before sticking it in my mouth. Doing that purposely because it makes her stomach tighten .

“ I told you… You weren’t in control….I’m gonna go out for a little .., see if Nick wants to go to the pub for a little or something…. I’ll be back a couple hours…. Maybe we can try that again…” I turned away from her heading towards the door and I felt the wind graze my ear…. From a pillow that nearly smacked me in the side of the face.

“Your a fucking dick I swear!” She snapped back at me and I just chuckled a little. Loving the fact that she was finally getting a taste of her own medicine.

I leaned back against the door before walking out ” yeah? And so are you… Maybe when I get back we can work an apology in there somewhere! “

She kicked her brow up at me as she sat up fully on the bed. “Yeah? And what makes you think I’ll still be here when you get back ? “

I glanced over at her and my jaw tightened at her response. Pushing myself off the wall I walking back towards the bed.

She sucked in a deep breath as I got closer to her, trying to act like she wasn’t as effected as she really was…

Positing my knee in between her legs, gripping the back of her neck I positioned her on my leg .I knew her body well enough that I could get her off with my thigh if I wanted too …

“What was that?” I kicked my brow up at her, tightening the grip on her neck. I rolled her hips against me, her bare sex rubbing against my thigh and her body shuttered still too sensitive… To handle what I was doing and that’s why I did it.

“Fuck… ” her tone was faint but I heard her…my lips moved over to the side of her neck. I’m sure she could feel me smirk against her skin.

“Thats….how I know wherever you go… You won’t be gone long….maybe if you’d stop being a brat and apologize ….” I bit down on the side if her neck and she dug her nails into my back.

“Go fuck yourself” she snapped back at me and I couldn’t help but laugh a little before a pulled back from her. Heading towards the door again.

“Have fun trying to get yourself off Chris!!” I let my voice echo throughout the flat as I walked down the hall, grabbing my keys off the table and walking out the door.

LIKE? then like/ hit up the ask maybe if there’s enough interest I’ll upload the full chapter but there’s only 1 done for this one!! ALSO I’M ALMOST POSITIVE I WROTE THIS FULL CHAPTER IN MY NOTES ON MY IPHONE ON A PLANE! SO THERE STILL MAY BE GRAMMAR ISSUES SO I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE ……