I missed writing Harlett smut omg. ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!

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[WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT😏👅]

Happy Reading xx

t.m.

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S C A R L E T T 💣

Neither of us was able to sleep. Harry was busy wriggling around behind me, trying to get comfortable as I lay on my side, facing the windows away from him while my mind was noisy with thoughts. But for tonight, I forcefully pushed them away, telling myself that I could think about the surgery tomorrow morning. Instead, I turned onto my other side, finding Harry forcing himself to go to sleep.

An amused smile curved into my lips when he frowned hard, his bubblegum pink lips pouting adorably as a crease appeared in his forehead due to him pulling his dark brows down low. My body acted on its own accord, leaning forwards to press my lips against his forehead, as if wanting to kiss the crease away. Surprisingly it did disappear, his eyes opened as his brows rose in surprise, clearly not expecting that.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips, triggering his gorgeous smile as he inched closer to me. I did the same, moving closer so that our lips were only a few inches away. Catching me off-guard, Harry darted forwards, kissing my nose unexpectedly making my eyebrows shoot up. He pulled back with a cheeky grin, green eyes sparkling with mischief while a cute dimple dotted his cheek, making my heart leap in my chest at how adorable he was. How can an assassin be so adorable and hot at the same time?

"You're so cute," I laughed, smile stretching wider when I saw him pout and frown again. "So fucking cute."

"Am not!" he protested, jutting out his bottom lip. "I'm a man!"

"I'm aware," I smirked, making him roll his eyes. "But you're a very cute man."

"Stop," he whined, surprising me once again by pressing his lips against mine to shut me up. He pulled back with wide eyes. "Sorry-"

This time I darted forwards to kiss him, taking his lower lip between my lips and swiping my tongue over it. He opened his mouth more like in surprise at my sudden actions, giving me the opportunity to snake my tongue in and roll it against his lightly. A low groan rumbled in his chest at the action, his hand coming up to grasp my hip. I pulled away with a smirk, watching the lust and sexual frustration swirl in the green shades of his eyes.

"Can I ask you something?" I questioned suddenly. He nodded in response, leaving his hand on my hip, drawing small circles into my hipbone where my t-shirt had risen. "After I...passed away. Were you with any women?" I asked lowly. He luckily understood what I meant.

"No," he answered shortly. "Even if I tried to get with someone, my brain would automatically imagine it was you, which would be...weird I guess. But I did accidentally kiss Vicky at a club, and even then I thought it was you while I was drunk."

I felt a pang of guilt hit my heart when he spoke his words, my gaze averting to the pillow as I bit my lip. I slept with Donovan a couple of times, only looking for sexual intentions and nothing else. Even though I knew I was somewhat brainwashed and horny, I shouldn't feel bad for having sex. But I did.

"I know what you're thinking," he murmured lowly, his eyes watching me carefully as my heart dropped a little.

"Harry-"

"It was obvious, when I saw you with Donovan that night at the ball," he muttered, his tone bitter, making my heart ache more now.

"It was only sex, Harry-" I paused momentarily, my eyes squeezing shut as I cringed at my own words. They were definitely not making this any better. "I'm sorry, truly. I didn't feel anything for him-"

"Scarlett you don't have to apologize. You were brainwashed or something and had needs. I completely understand," he told me firmly, his hand quickly coming up to cup my cheek. My eyes widened at his words, not exactly expecting him to be so understanding about this. But then again, he may seem understanding on the outside, but on the inside it must really hurt.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered nevertheless, resting my forehead against his. "I would feel awful if I was in your place," I said, my lips forming a sad pout as he sighed, pulling his lips to the side.

"I know, let's just forget about it and move on. What's done is done. You're with me now, not him, and that's what matters," he said, his voice firm. I nodded in response, immediately agreeing with him.

The awkward tension in the air was immediately lifted off of us as I asked Harry to tell me more about the times we were together. It was something I really enjoyed, hearing Harry speak with his green eyes lit up with excitement or amusement or love whenever he talked about our memories. This time he told me about the day it was his birthday, and how I left him to spend the day with Dexter and Louis rather than with him, simply because he never told me it was his birthday.

"I did that?" I grinned with an arch of my brow, when he told me how I got him a cake and presents and hid under the table for him to arrive.

"Well, you said you had help from Dexter and Louis," Harry said with a grin. "So, from what I remember I think you fell asleep under the table waiting for me to arrive. I arrived thinking there was an intruder in our home but then I saw you curled up in a ball, sleeping under the table."

"No way!" I laughed, hand coming up to cover my mouth. "That's so embarrassing!"

"I thought it was cute and really sweet," Harry mumbled shyly, twirling a lock of my hair around his finger.

We had moved closer now, my head resting on his shoulder with an arm wound around his firm torso. Our legs were tangled under the sheets, his arms wrapped loosely around my body as he unconsciously held me closer to him. He continued to talk as my gaze landed on his arm, trailing up to his wrist where I admired his intriguing tattoos.

My brows pulled low when I spotted a single letter tattooed on the corner of his wrist. My fingers wrapped around it, tugging it closer to my face to examine in the tattoo. It was a 'S', my lips parting at the sight of it when I felt myself overcome with emotion. The tattoo of a single word on the side of his finger also caught me eye all of a sudden. My throat tightened when I read the word as 'Always'.

"Scarlett," he whispered, his hand breaking free from my grasp to cup my chin and tilt my head to face him.

His brows furrowed when he saw my pained expression, his hand moving to stroke my cheek lovingly. He tugged my face closer, lips immediately joining mine in a slow and sensual kiss. The heat of his palm warmed my cheek as he moved it to caress my jaw, tangling his fingers into my dark locks. His soft velvety lips made mine tingle, pressing firmly before he parted them, allowing my bottom lip to slot between his ones.

His tongue lazily dragged across my lower lip, making my mouth open for his tongue to enter. Heat flushed through my body when I felt his hot tongue collide with mine, the feeling of it getting me aroused all of a sudden. My leg moved, thigh hooking onto his waist as he turned to lie on his side. I felt the cool metal of his rings touch my warm skin as he gripped my thigh, holding it in place over his sharp hip.

I felt a dull ache in my core when he pulled me closer, our crotches connecting. My lips moved against his sultrily, desire and lust leaking into the kiss from both of us as we felt that while we kissed this time, it wasn't as innocent as the one we experienced before; it was going to lead onto something more. His fingertips traced the band of my panties, before moving around my back to squeeze my ass firmly. The action had a sudden moan flying out of my lips, muffled by the kiss as he rolled his tongue against mine heavily.

When we broke for a breath of air, Harry moved on top of me, holding himself up with his elbows digging into the mattress on either side of my head. His head ducked down to capture my lips against with his, the kiss growing more passionate and rough, lust and anticipation on the tips of our tongues as we kissed. My ankles locked behind his back, pulling him tighter against me until I felt his growing bulge press firmly against my core.

We both pulled back at the same time, lips separating as we breathed heavily at the sudden action. Harry's intense green eyes met mine, gazing into them deeply as he tried to figure out what to do next even though it was obvious. With our eyes still intact, my hand slid down from his hair where I was clutching the strands. It travelled down his firm chest, before moving around to grasp his hip. I tugged a little, encouraging him to move against me as I bit my lip and stared up at him. Yet, he didn't move.

"Please, Harry," I whispered, allowing my thumb to drift down and trace his deep v-line causing him to visibly shudder.

To my pleasure, he listened. My jaw slackened when he suddenly rolled his hips, his hard bulge rubbing against my hot aching core in a pleasurable way. He did it again, causing electricity to shoot down my body with every move of his hips. Small whimpers began to tumble from my hips as he thrusted harder, my panties probably soaked completely from all this grinding. I needed more.

My fingertips dug into his hip as he grinded against me hard, his lips dipping down to shower wet hot kisses over the skin of my neck. The sheets above us ruffled, sliding lower as he moved his hips faster, low grunts emitting from his throat as he buried his face into my neck. His lips caught mine, tongues pushing against each other's as he slowed his hips down, my jaw slackening at the torturous pace.

"Harry," I gasped, my eyes scrunching shut when the throbbing in my core became too much. I needed him inside of me. "I need you."

"How bad, baby?" he murmured lowly, his raspy voice causing a stirring in my abdomen as I gazed up at him.

"So bad," I whispered lustfully, as his eyes darkened.

Holding himself up with one hand, his other one travelled between our bodies to cup my sex firmly, causing me to exhale sharply. His gaze connected with mine as his fingers rubbed my clothed slit gently, a smirk curling onto his lips when I wriggled with a whimper. His finger hooked into my panties, tugging it to the side before dragging two fingers firmly up my dripping sex.

A gasp left my lips at the pleasurable feeling, eyes screwing shut as my lips parted to exhale heavily when he rubbed me up and down. A soft moan was elicited from me when he slipped a finger into my slick entrance. Soft whimpers left my lips as he pumped it slowly, lips joining mine. His lips molding against mine, moving in sync with his finger that thrusted in and out of me slowly.

"Harry," I mumbled against his lips, gasping when he curled his finger heavily inside of me. "Fuck me," I groaned, desperate to move on from this foreplay now.

His finger slid out of me right after I spoke my words, pushing himself up to kneel between my legs as he popped his finger into his mouth and sucked my arousal off it. I peered under my lashes at him, lips parting at the intense way he stared at me while his cheeks bones hollowed, pulling his finger out. His hands came down to tug at my panties, sliding them down my legs before tossing them away.

He then moved on to remove my t-shirt, aiding me in pulling it over my head before discarding that as well. I was left completely naked, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as Harry gazed at me with a mixture of emotions swirling in his eyes. Awe was one of them; love, lust and a whole lot more. His hands came to touch my waist, grasping it before dragging his hand down to my hip where he squeezed gently. My gaze met his once again, wondering what on earth was going on in that mind if his at this very moment.

"What?" An amused smirk tugged at my lips while I stared up at him, watching him smile softly at me.

"You're so fucking beautiful, it hurts."

His words made my heart tighten in my chest, a warm flush coming up on my cheeks as I grinned at his compliment. His lips came down to meet mine, capturing them in a hot messy kiss as his fingers laced into my hair. My hands slid over his hot back, feeling the strong muscles under his skin as I moved my hands around his body to grip the band of his shorts and push it down. Harry became aware of my actions, pausing our kissing for him to wiggle out of them, kicking them away.

Our actions were becoming much more quicker and rougher now, my hand gripping his hip as he positioned his erect cock at my entrance. My jaw fell open when he pushed into me, a low groan leaving both of us as we were overwhelmed. He shifted his hips, driving into me further as I whimpered at the burn of the beautiful stretch his large length caused.

His lips pressed a short kiss to mine, before pulling back as he kneeled between my legs, pushing my thighs back to spread me apart before sinking into me further. The slightly different position had me moaning out loud, the way his cock rolled into me perfectly had my body flushing with heat and pleasure over and over again. His pace was torturously languid, sliding into me with such ease due to my arousal, before pulling out and repeating his actions.

Bright green eyes searched for mine in the dark, the moonlight causing them to glint as our gazes locked while he fucked me slowly. His hand left my thigh, coming down on my bare pubis, feeling himself moving inside of me as his dark bottom lip hung low, a soft groan escaping his mouth. My eyes fluttered shut, head rolling to the side as my body moved with every thrust, my hands sliding up my chest to squeeze my breasts for extra pleasure.

When I opened my eyes again, I found Harry gazing at me with hooded eyes, his hand coming up to cup my cheek as he shifted his hips slowly. His thumb traced my bottom lip, tugging it down for me to part my lips. I took his thumb into my mouth, sucking on it with hollowed cheeks with my hands cupping my breasts. The sight made Harry moan suddenly, shifting his hips sharply along with it, driving into me impossibly deep.

"Fuck, that's so hot," he groaned, licking his lips as I popped his thumb from my mouth with a smirk.

His body came over me as he leaned forwards, halting his movements to get back into the missionary position. One of my hands grasped the nape of his neck, tugging him down to kiss him as his hand slid into my other one, lacing our fingers before pushing it back into the mattress. He began moving again, his hot slick cock thrusting into me as his pace started to speed up a little, getting rougher.

My body lurched with every push, nails digging into his back as I cried out loud in pleasure. My soft chest was pressed against his firm tattooed one as our lips joined in a heavy kiss, both of us unable to keep up with each other, as we were both out of breath. Our orgasms were inching closer; it was evident in my high-pitched moans and his thrusts that were gradually growing sloppier.

At the back of my mind, my conscience reminded me that he needed to pull out, since I wasn't on the pill nor was he wearing a condom. I cursed inwardly for not remembering this earlier, calling his name for him to lift his head up from where it lay nuzzled into my neck. He pulled his head up, resting his forehead against mine as he moaned my name lowly, dragging it out and causing my insides to curl at how hot my name sounded rolling off his tongue.

"You're close," he observed, pounding into me rougher as he tried to push me to my orgasm.

I was momentarily silenced when he struck that place inside of me that had my jaw dropping; my body shuddered as I suddenly hit my orgasm. His movements continued as my orgasm rocketed through my body, releasing all over his cock as I cried his name out, clutching his curls and tightening my legs around his hips. As I began to come down from my high, I noticed Harry's facial muscles tensing, his brows drawing low as he scrunched his face up.

"Fuck, baby," he let out a low whine, so overcome with pleasure. "I'm close."

"You have to pull out, Harry," I breathed heavily, cupping his cheek as he let out another throaty groan.

"But you feel so good," he protested, biting his lower lip harshly as his thrusts grew sloppier.

"I know baby, but you have to. Come on, pull out, I'll finish you of-" I continued to say before he pulled his hips back suddenly, his cock leaving me as he tossed himself off over my naked body.

I watched, mesmerized by the sight for a second while his torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, his stomach muscles tensing as his hand moved incredibly fast, pumping his length. A gasp escaped his lips all of a sudden when he hit his high, a moan of my name dragging out from his mouth as his release hit my lower stomach in short hot white spurts. His hand continued his movements, strings of his orgasm landing on my breasts until he came down.

After a few seconds, Harry breathed heavily, finally opening his eyes to admire the mess he made on my body. A tiny smirk curved onto his lips as his eyes travelled over my stomach and breasts, gazing at my torso as if the mess he made was art on a plain canvas. I rolled my eyes when his gaze connected with mine, a wider smirk covering his lips. He lowered his head to kiss my lips, trying not to make any contact with my sticky body as he gave me a firm lingering kiss.

"I've never cum so hard like that in my entire life," he mumbled against my lips, his confession making me chuckle a little as he pulled back with a sheepish grin.

"Glad I made you cum like that then."

He frowned playfully at me as I laughed again, finding his pouted pink lips and furrowed brows utterly cute. Pulling his body back up again, he bit his lip as he gazed at my body again.

"You look hot," he hummed, a dirty smirk curling onto his lips as I rolled my eyes.

"I'm covered in cum."

"My cum," he winked, before he arched a brow at me in amusement. "I should take a picture, this could be my new screensaver," he teased, reaching over to the bedside table to grab his phone.

"Don't you dare!" I threatened, pulling his hand back sharply as he laughed loudly, retracting his arm before wrapping his fingers around my elbow to pull me up slowly.

We left the bed to get cleaned up, returning to it after a couple of minutes or so and curling under the covers. As soon as my head hit the pillow, exhaustion rolled over me, a yawn escaping my lips as I drifted away into a peaceful sleep, all wrapped up in Harry's arms.

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💀 I know what you're thinking (I think). Scarlett won't get pregnant dw, Harry's pull out game is strong 😛😛😛

There's already too much happening (about to happen) so her getting pregnant will just make things seem a bit over the top.

💀 the next few chapters are rlly nice and happy compared to all the sad violent chapters I've been writing lately. It's good to have a break 😂

Until we meet again...

t.m.