so I decided to double-update 🤗

jfccccc she's so pretty 😫

Movie 🎥 Crank (2006)

Happy Reading xx

~T

✖️✖️✖️

S C A R L E T T 💣
                 
  I just wanted a big black hole to appear underneath my feet, so it could swallow me up right the. because the amount of embarrassment I felt was indescribable. I was positive my cheeks were even more flushed than earlier, my eyes wide and hands gripping my towel tightly until my knuckles were white. But I had to say something instead of standing there and looking like an idiot.

   "So what if I was?" I questioned simply, seeing if I could throw him off-guard with my response, and I certainly did. His eyebrows shot up, his lips curving deeper into a smirk of amusement as he set his phone down on the bedside table.

   "Whomever you were thinking about must've made you cum really hard," he said vulgarly, his tongue poking out to lick his lips as I fidgeted uncomfortably.

  He stood up suddenly, slowly walking towards me as he held my gaze. My feet were paralyzed, breath caught in my throat as I watched him approach me intimidatingly. I sucked in a breath when my back hit the wall, his hands placed on either side of my head as he leaned down to stare at me. That humorous smirk of his was playing on his lips as he stared at me with his glimmering green eyes. They had me spell-bound for a moment, almost not noticing how his breath was hitting the damp skin of my neck as he ducked down a little.

   "Whom were you thinking about, baby girl?" he murmured huskily into my ear, his deep raspy voice causing a stirring in my abdomen. The nickname he called me just then caused me to blush slightly.

   "Nobody," I responded weakly, almost cowering under his intense gaze. I didn't know why he was asking this, since he had probably heard me moaning his name already. Maybe he just wanted the satisfaction of hearing me say it.

   "Are you sure about that?" he asked me, his lips making contact with the sensitive skin covering my neck. He dragged his lips up my neck, before I felt him breathing against my ear.

   "Yes," I found myself replying, biting my lip as he pressed his soft lips against the shell of my ear.

   "I doubt it though," he told me, smiling smugly against my ear before he dipped lower. A whimper left my lips when his teeth tugged on the ear lobe, giving it a tiny nip before I spoke.

   "Well don't," I muttered, wondering why on earth was I still staying on guard. I should just tell him, but how would he react? "Look-"

  I, as always, was immediately caught off guard when his lips came crashing down onto mine. I responded quickly, pressing my chest against his as I wound my arms tightly around his shoulders. His large hands gripped my hips as he deepened the kiss all of a sudden, his hot tongue entering my mouth and colliding with my own in a pleasurable way. He started walking all of a sudden, making me walk along with him as he continued to kiss me heavily.

  My calves hit the edge of the bed and I fell on top of it, my back hitting the mattress as I quickly let go of Harry's shoulders to grip my towel. His lips met mine once again, parting before his tongue dove in to run along the corner of my mouth before pushing deep in. The heat of his palms seared through my skin as he slid them up the sides of my thighs, pulling them over his back as he settled himself between my legs.

  When I felt his fingers graze the private area my panties covered, I pulled away to stare at him warningly. He simply gazed back, a look covering his face, indicating that I could trust him. As if trying to confirm that he was trustworthy, he ducked down to press his lips against mine. This kiss was slower and simpler than the other ones; it was sweet and more of a reassurance kiss. He pulled back to gaze at me, now asking for consent and this time I agreed with him. I gave him one of the smallest nods, making him duck down to peck my lips before trailing his lips over my cheek, down my neck and onto my chest.

  He sucked and bit at my collarbones, causing whimpers and moans to escape my lips, making me back arch slightly every time he kissed my sweet spot just above my right collarbone. His lips travelled lower until it met the top part of the towel, he stared at it for a second before his gazed flickered up to meet mine.

  His hand moved up cautiously, grasping the fluffy material with just his fingers. He looked at me again for permission to move the towel, and this time I figured why not? He had already seen me in my underwear before, and not to forget about that time he walked in on me naked. I was sure it wasn't a big deal if he took off my towel right now.

  He peeled it off gently, until it was completely off me. His eyes took in the sight of my barely clothed body properly for the first time. They studied every flaw and imperfection in detail, as I bit my lip uneasily. I was insecure about my body. Why? It was because I was always known for being too skinny. I didn't like that I barely had a full chest, or a perfect bum, I wanted curves, like Beyoncé or most Hispanic women. Harry made me feel even more insecure, with all the insults on calling me wimpy and fragile and skinny. It hurt, and it stuck in my brain for so long I began to believe it.

   "Look at me," he softly demanded, noticing how I had averted my gaze from his intense one. He furrowed his brows, trying to figure out the expression on my face, before it dawned upon him.

  "Scarlett, you are so fucking beautiful," he breathed, his hand moving to cradle my cheek.

   "But you called me-" I started to say before his lips cut me off. He kissed my lips very sweetly, causing butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

   "Forget all those things I said to you. You're absolutely gorgeous, don't think you're anything less than that," he told me firmly, throwing the towel aside as he gazed at me softly. "Baby, your body is incredibly exquisite," he told me honestly.

   "Harry," I blushed, looking away once again. He tucked his fingers under my chin, turning my face to meet his gaze again.

   "Scar," he responded huskily, his eyes drinking in my form as I stared up at him with a small smile. "I just lied to you about all that, I never meant any of those insults. I'm sorry, I guess I never thought you'd actually take it to heart," he muttered, before he leaned in to kiss me once again.

  Our heavy kissing resumed, his hands now stroking and touching every part of my bare skin that my underwear failed to cover. His rough yet delicate touch aroused me further. My fingers fisted his grey t-shirt, indicating that I wanted it off. He disconnected our kiss momentarily, tugging his shirt over his head harshly, exposing his toned torso. I sucked in a breath at the sight of his beautiful body, though it was littered with battle scars and ink of gruesome images, he still had a beautiful body.

  He then got off of me, much to my confusion, and crawled to the top of the bed and sat with his back against the headboard. He gestured for me to come to him, and I slowly began to understand the position he wanted us to be in. I followed his actions, moving to sit between his outstretched legs with my back against his chest. He pulled me close to him, one arm encircled around my midriff while the other arm was pushing my hair off my shoulders.

  My eyes travelled forwards, landing on the full-length mirror than was situated right in front of the bed. I studied the way Harry was holding me against him, his lips now peppering kisses all over my bare shoulder before they trailed up to my ear. His tongue licked the shell of my ear, eliciting a soft moan from me, his hot breath fanned against my ear as he spoke.

   "I want you to watch us in the mirror while I touch you," he told me lowly, his words causing me to grow even wetter than I already was. "Now who was it you were thinking about, huh?" he asked me teasingly, as I felt his arm around my stomach move.

   "Nobody," I muttered, still deciding to stay strong even though I knew I'd give up at some point and tell him anyways. But I wanted to see what he would do if I kept denying I didn't think about anyone.

   "Hmmm wrong answer," he spoke into my ear, his fingers now tracing the hemline of my panties. I inhaled sharply when his hand dipped down lower, his fingers brushing the damp part of my panties.

   "So wet," he hummed, circling his finger ever so lightly over the area my clit would've been. I could just imagine him doing the same action, except without my panties on. The thought made me moan slightly. God I was so horny.

   "Harry," I pleaded gently, pushing myself against him as I felt him put a little pressure on his fingers.

   "Who was it, Scarlett?" he asked me again, his fingers finally pressing firmly onto my aching core. A low moan tumbled from my lips at that slightly relieved that I was receiving some pleasure.

   "Nobody," I found myself repeating again. I wanted to smack my own face the moment those words left my mouth, because the second I spoke; Harry stopped moving his fingers. "Harry?" I questioned in a small timid voice.

  He didn't reply. I felt my heart drop when he shuffled behind my, unwrapping his arm from around me. My body inwardly screamed from the loss of contact as he pushed me gently towards the middle of the bed, before he moved out from behind me. I sat there and stared at him in shock as he began to pull his t-shirt on once again. A scoff left my lips when he shot me a smirk before exiting the room.

   "Seriously, Harry?" I yelled at him in frustration, slamming my fists against the mattress.

   "You lied to me, baby girl. Bad girls don't get rewards, they get punishments," he simply snickered from the kitchen as I left the bedroom, slightly raging.

   "So you decide to leave me soaking wet!" I shouted at him, so frustrated to a point I could punch a wall. I was wet and aching for him, and he decided to leave me? What the actual fuck? "You are fucking mean," I spat, as he simply laughed.

   "All you had to do was tell me whom you were thinking about," he simply smiled at me, a cruel sadistic smile. I frowned hard at him, my brown eyes glaringly angrily with my arms folded over my chest. "Now get dressed, we're going to train," he told me, ducking down to peck my lips but I turned my head away. "Fine. Be that way," he snapped playfully.

  I simply shot him another death glare before turning around, but not before I felt a sharp sting across my left butt-cheek. My body jumped in slight shock and surprise, I spun around, mouth agape and eyes wide. He smirked at me, making me scowl hard and flip him off before turning around and running into the bedroom. I angrily pulled on sports wear, grumbling incoherent things about Harry under my breath after that as I tied up the laces of my Nikes.

  The rest of the evening was spent on learning how to box. Harry thought it'd be cool if I learnt how to box and maybe I would turn out like my father, who used to be an exceptional boxer. I had to admit, boxing was fun. It felt relieving to take out my anger and frustration on a punching bag, imaging it was Harry most of the time. I also found out I was actually pretty good at boxing. I was fast and agile, which was very useful and I've also got quick but powerful punches.

  Half of the time, I was simply mesmerized and somewhat distracted by everything Harry did. I was becoming more and more attached to this slightly new Harry, his 'kindness' making me fall for him very slowly and reluctantly. It was hard to resist him, now that he had a personality that seemed more appealing than what it was like before.

  There were times he'd have me completely captivated by the way he spoke with those plump pink lips of his, the way he'd use hand gestures as he spoke, the way his voice would go all slow and raspy when he was explaining something. Little things like those riveted me the most. Strangely enough, there were times I'd actually consider him to be somewhat adorable. Like, when he accidentally smacked my boob when he was waving off somebody. He wouldn't stop apologizing, and the way his eyes were wide and cheeks were flushed was just too cute.

   "Hey!" A bright cheerful voice spoke up from next to me, shaking me from my thoughts. To my surprise, Niall sat next to me on the bench, smiling cutely at me.

   "Hi Niall," I greeted him with a warm smile. "What're you doing here?" I frowned slightly, since he was always stuck in his office doing whatever the hell he was assigned to do by Vlad.

   "Vlad thinks it's important for me to learn some combat because apparently everybody knows at least basic combat here," he rolled his eyes, huffing in annoyance while I chuckled lightly. Niall hated violence as far as I knew. He detested guns and knives and anything associated with murder and bloodshed.

   "Think of it as self-defense, Niall," I suggested, making him frown a little in thought.

   "I guess I could think of it that way, but he also wants me to learn to use a gun too," he pouted a little, hating that this organization was trying to ruin his innocence.

   "Oh Niall, once you're in The Organization, you can't expect to stay good forever y'know?" I told him softly and he nodded slightly.

    "You haven't killed anybody yet, have you?" he asked me suddenly, making me lower my brows a little.

   "No," I sighed. "But I know I will at some point, it's inevitable," I shrugged lightly, before I noticed Harry approaching us.

   "Hey Harry!" Niall smiled at him cheerfully, only for Harry to grunt rudely in reply, barely glancing at him.

   "I'm going to head up to the apartment. Are you coming for dinner there or at the mess hall?" he asked, panting slightly. As Niall and I were conversing, he was too busy pounding away at the punching bag.

   "I'll come up to the apartment for dinner. I've just got to see Dexter and Louis before that," I told him shortly. He nodded at my words and turned to leave.

   "He's different," Niall commented after a few seconds.

   "How so?" I frowned.

   "Well, he's always angry, mostly at particularly nothing. But now he seems...different," he said again, frowning at the lack of words to describe what he was thinking.

   "You mean less angry?"

   "Yeah," he agreed. "I would say he's somewhat happier, in his own way. Then again, I'm not sure why or if that's just my imagination," he told me.

   "It's not your imagination. Others have noticed it too," I reassured him. "He has changed slightly since I've met him," I said, remembering how much Harry used to hate me. I think he still disliked some parts of me to a certain extent, but even if I was him I'd feel the same way, I was an annoying and moody person at times.

   "Yeah, I wonder why," Niall frowned in thought, before he shook his head. "Whatever, I'll find out soon enough. I've got to go! Apparently I'm meeting up with this guy called Kendrick," he told me, and I nodded, immediately recognizing the name. Kendrick was a very kind, dark-skinned man who was as tall as an NBA player, which I guess sounded somewhat stereotypical but that was just how he was. He was one of the top trainers this organization had, and one of the nicest.

   "He's lovely! Not brutal like the other trainers," I told Niall with a smile. He shot me a toothy grin with a 'thumbs up' sign before he stood up and walked away.

  A heavy frustrated sigh left my lips as I exited the training room, thoughts of today events flowing around in my head making me slightly cross. How could Harry just arouse me like that without even me any pleasure at the end at all? He was such a fucking tease. These were the thoughts that ran through my head as I left the warehouse and headed straight towards the apartment building.

✖️✖️✖️

-apologies for a sucky ending and (if there are) any grammatical errors, it's late here so I didn't bother proof-reading 🙃

-I can promise you there's some heavy smut in the next chapter! what did y'all think of this chapter?

✖️ Question: which is your fav Harlett scene?

answer the damn question you ghosties, y'all think I can't see you but trust me, I can 🦄

Until we meet again...

~T