I love writing smut, I feel like it's the best way to show the powerful love between two partners.

[WARNING: HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT 😏]

Movie 🎥 No Way Out (1973)

Unedited, pls excuse any errors

Happy Reading xx

~T

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S C A R L E T T 💣

  I jolted awake the next morning, feeling something unusual touch me down there. My eyes flew open and my body twitched once again when I felt something warm and wet drag up my heated core. Harry. My fingers gripped the sheets and lifted them up, finding a curly head settled between my bare parted thighs.

  Harry lifted his head up slightly, just enough to smirk at me lustfully, his emerald eyes glinting with mischief. His gaze was locked with mine when he parted his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue against my already swollen clit. My body tensed at the action, a sudden moan flying out of my lips as my head dropped back down.

  My eyes screwed shut in pleasure when he rolled his tongue against my soaking core, before placing a sloppy kiss to it, practically making out with my sex. His movements were slow and sultry, teasing and lingering. It drove my self-control out of my window. His skillful tongue moved at a torturous pace, gliding up my dripping folds, never neglecting my clit. My hands tugged at the sheets, pulling them off of us so I could watch him while he ate me out.

  The look he gave me almost made me release onto his tongue. It was that intense gaze he often threw at me during intimate moments like this. His pale jade eyes had dark swirls of lust within them, narrowed slightly to match his devious smirk as he continued his assault on me. My teeth dug deep into my bottom lip as I stared back at him, my chest rising and falling quickly as I watched his jaw move in order to eat me out.

  My hips were squirming now, constantly bucking into his face as if on instinct. The heat of his palms seared through my skin when he pressed them flat against my hipbones, practically shoving my body down to hold it in place. My slender legs moved to wrap around his head, the heels of my feet pressing against his shoulder blades as his lips moved lower. Chocolate curls slid between my fingers before I clutched them, almost in pain from the pleasure I was receiving.

   "Harry," I moaned deeply, my hips gently moving against his tongue, despite how firmly he was holding me down.

  He let out a surprising moan at my actions, finding it undeniably hot as I grinded myself against his lips and tongue. His lips shifted slightly lower, his tongue now circling my entrance as his nose continuously nudged my sensitive clit. My back lifted off the mattress all of a sudden when he slipped his tongue into me, feeling my walls clench around the muscle. Another groan rumbled through his chest, the vibrations of it flowing right through my core.

  Before I knew it, I was already releasing. The pressure that had been building up at the pit of my stomach from the start, was finally unleashed. A string of moans tumbled from my lips as I let go onto his tongue. He lapped away happily at my soaping heat, cleaning me up before pulling away with swollen glistening lips. He grinned cheekily at my euphoric self, noticing how my eyes were drooping from my almost exhausting orgasm.

  A yelp fell from my parted lips when he delivered a sharp slap to my sore center. He stripped himself down before doing the same to me, his actions already giving me an idea of what he was going to do next. Our gazes were locked again; a smirk crawled onto his cherry lips when he lowered his head. His lips were pressed against the shell of my ear, his hot breath fanning it before he spoke.

   "I'm not done with you yet, baby girl," he whispered huskily, surprising me by cupping my bare sex firmly with his large palm. He pulled away to stare at me, before joining our lips.

  I was pretty sure he couldn't care less of us having morning breath or the fact that he just ate me out a few seconds ago. My hands cupped the sides of his face in response, my back rising off the mattress as I kissed him hard, relishing the feeling of his lips on mine. Our lips separated with a soft 'pop', before he left smaller sweet pecks on my lips. He dropped his forehead to mine, his pink tongue poking out to wet his lips before he spoke. His words made my insides coil unnaturally.

   "I want you to ride me."

  With a ghost of a smirk, I placed my hand flat against his chest, pushing him back to lie down beside me before I clambered onto his body. A low chuckle left his lips when I pulled the sheets over us, concealing our lower halves. His hard length was sat against the curve of my ass, resting in the crack of it as I lowered my head to kiss his sweet lips. His hands reached up to cup my face, before his fingers intertwined with my long locks, holding them back from interrupting our heated kiss.

  With one of his hands fisting my hair, the other slowly made its way down the expanse of my back, gliding over my smooth skin before landing on my ass. He gave it a rough squeeze, before giving it a sharp smack. A whimper left me at that, but it was soon muffled by the messy kiss. I could tell he was gripping his own cock, fisting it and pumping it powerfully. He urged me to lift my hips higher and I did, a low moan leaving my lips when he used the tip of his cock to circle my wet entrance.

   "Harry, let me fuck you," the words tumbled out of my mouth suddenly, not giving a single shit about how crass my words sounded.

  My hips were lifted into the air slightly with the aid of Harry's hands, my own one diving in between us to grab his cock firmly, positioning it at my entrance. He guided my hips down on him, an audible moan leaving both of us as I sunk down on his thick cock. The over-whelming feeling had my eyes fluttering close, a heavy breath falling from my lips as I raised my hips once again and dipped back down on him, feeling that familiar burn of the beautiful stretch he had caused.

   "Fuck, you're so warm and wet," Harry breathed with his eyes screwed shut, his pearly white teeth tugging at his lower lip harshly. The sight made me even more aroused, and more confident as I was holding the dominant position now.

  My palms glided his warm bronzed torso, feeling the taunt muscles there as I swiveled my hips a couple of times. I pressed against his chest slightly, holding myself up as I tucked the tops of my feet over his firm thighs and continued my movements on him. I felt him go deeper into me when I moved my hips in a dipping motion. The pleasure was so intense it had my vision blurring, head falling forwards and mouth dropping open.

   "How do I feel baby? Tell me how I feel," he murmured huskily, pulling me down to meet his lips in a messy kiss as I circled my hips around his thick length.

   "So good, oh so good Harry," I moaned breathlessly, biting my lower lip when he gave my ass a sharp slap.

  I pulled myself up again, trying to concentrate on riding him properly now, wanting to get him to orgasm first. My head fell back; my long dark hair tickled the tops of his thighs as I felt his large rough palms slide up my stretched navel. His palms enclosed around my breasts, squeezing the supple flesh before rolling his thumbs over the nubs. A hum of appreciation rumbled in my chest as I continued to bounce on him, slamming my hips down again and again.

   "I'm close baby," Harry groaned throatily, his hands moving over my chest. Before I could answer, he grabbed my arms and pulling me down on him.

  Our bare chests pressed together as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, holding me in place as his warm lips kissed mine roughly. When we pulled away for a breath of air, he instructed for me to grab the headboard. I flipped my hair over to the other side before doing so, gripping the wooden frame firmly as I felt his large hands roam around my body. My jaw dropped open when he squeezed my ass, kneading the flesh as he started to move his hips upwards, his slick length moving in and out of me.

   "Harry," I groaned in intense pleasure, my knuckles turning white from grabbing the headboard so hard as his movements started to speak up.

  His hands pulled apart the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, shuffling his body a little more down before he started to slam his hips into me. Sharp cries of pleasure fell from my parted lips as thrusted upwards into me so powerfully I felt the tip of his cock hit that spot inside of me, which had my toes curling and moans loudening.

  My hands dropped from the headboard to grip his hair, my forehead pressed against his with our lips just inches away. His intense gaze was locked with mine as we raced to our highs, his strong powerful thrusts aiding us. A deep moan ripped from his throat when he finally came, his muscles tensing up as he gave me one final thrust, sinking so deep into me I felt him strike something inside of me that made me cry out loud.

  I released right after him with moans of his name tumbling from my swollen lips. My body slumped against his, our slightly sweaty chests pressed firmly together as we lay there, completely worn out. I felt his swollen length slip from my folds, before he lazily pulled the sheets over us from when they had slid off due to our rough movements. His warm arms wound around my body firmly, his soft swollen lips kissing my forehead before he nudged me to lift my head up. I did so, giving him a blissful smile, triggering his own warm one.

   "I love you Scarlett," he grinned, tucking a strand of stray hair behind my ear gently. I smiled, kissing his jaw sweetly before murmuring back.

   "I love you Harry."

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   "This is for me?" I questioned with an arch of my brow, holding the military-grade bow firmly in my palm.

   "Yes, it's custom-made, requested by Ford himself when he heard of your excellent archery skills," Raoul told me, gesturing for me to follow him over to a table with different types of arrows lying on it.

   "Oh," I responded, unsure of what to say. "That's kind of him I suppose."

   "It is. He seems to respect you a lot," Raoul spoke, glancing back at me with a questioning gaze.

   "That's only because he favored my father," I muttered under my breath, my expression turning sour. I hated it when people treated me well just because of my father's legacy, they even tried comparing me to him and it just got annoying.

   "Right. Anyways," Raoul tucked a strand of his long dark hair behind his ear before standing before the black table.

  I gazed down on it, studying the nine different arrows, three of them had different color shafts, and so did the other three and the other. As I stared at them I felt my thoughts drifting away to my morning intimate activities with Harry. A blush crept onto my cheeks as I remembered his husky moans ringing in my ears and his undeniably urge to squeeze my ass every single time.

   "Umm Scarlett?" Raoul questioned with raised brows, snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head slightly before my gaze darted to his.

   "Sorry, what were you saying?"

   "I was just saying that this bow is somewhat like a living weapon. It's activated by the sound of your voice and it emits a slight hum that can be felt. The word to activate it is 'Attention'," he told me before gesturing for me to test it out.

   I held the bow up, gripping it firmly before narrowing my eyes. "Attention," I commanded in a sharp voice. Instantly, I felt a vibration, along with a low hum.

   "Now when it's activated, you can use these three different types of arrows. Each color distinguishes what type of arrow it is. The red ones are explosive arrows, obviously used to blow up things," he said, picking up a red one to emphasize his point before putting it down carefully. "The yellow ones are incendiary arrows, used to set fire to a target. Finally, the black ones are regular arrows. Got it?"

   "Got it," I nodded, examining the well-built bow, trying to determine its weight.

   "How much does it weigh?" I enquired.

   "18 pounds."

   "It looks like a recurve/longbow hybrid" I frowned to myself.

   "Ah that's because it has a very long brace height, which gives that illusion," Raoul explained, making me nod finally in understanding.

   "Thank you Raoul, is there anything else I need to know?" I asked him, making him shake his head.

   "Just practice with it at the archery station, but obviously just use regular arrows not the specially designed ones," he told me with a grin, making me roll my eyes but nod anyways.

  I left with my new bow and arrow in a matt rectangular box in hand, heading straight to the training room to practice with them. I quietly made my way to the archery station, noticing its emptiness as per usual, being grateful for it anyhow. I set the box down on one of the tables nearby, flipping the clasps open and throwing the cover ajar. Before I picked my bow up, I reached for my lengthy loose hair, gathering it up into a ponytail before securing it with a hair tie. Once my hair was out of my face, I proceeded with setting up my equipment.

   "Hi Lettie!" An over-ecstatic Louis greeted me loudly, making me flinch all of a sudden.

   "Lou, hey," I smiled back, happy to see my best bunny.

   "Oh my god what's that! It looks hella cool," Louis gaped, noticing the brand new bow and arrows sitting in the box. He reached for it, but my hand snapped forwards and slapped his sharply. "Ouch!"

   "No touching," I gave him a stern look before pulling on my gloves.

  I lifted the bow from the box, adjusting my grip on it until I was comfortable. Picking up a black arrow, and twirling it between my fingers I took a couple of steps up to the line indicating where the archers were supposed to stand. I pursed my lips, tilting my head as I studied the silhouette of a man used as the target, along with guidelines. I wish they had better training centers for archery, but unfortunately I was one of the very few people who actually do archery here. We needed a majority in order to get Vlad to renovate this place.

   Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I drew in a deep breath, my chest rising just as I brought my arms up with the bow and arrow. My fingertips lightly tugged at the string, drawing it back until the ebony part of the arrow was touching my cheek. I narrowed my eyes at the target, my breathing slowed down as I waited for about seven seconds before letting go. But just before I did let go, I felt someone's hot breath on the back of my neck, causing my skin to prickle and for me to loose focus. The arrow landed a few inches away from the middle of the target.

   "You missed Angel," a low voice spoke up from right behind me, as my eyebrows lowered when I felt his presence behind me.

  With a cross expression I spun around and shoved Harry's firm chest with a huff, my lips forming an angry pout and my eyes narrowing.

   "You made me miss you dickhead," I grumbled, glaring at him while he smirked that damned smirk of his. The one that made my cheeks grow hot and insides coil.

   "Sorry Angel," he apologized fakely, ducking down to press a light kiss to my lips. But I turned my head just in time, causing his lips to hit my cheek.

  I shot him a warning glare before I tried again, this time actually hitting the target. Bullseye. I practiced for about an hour before Harry and I visited the tattoo parlor. I had totally forgotten about the fact that I had to get a tattoo of the symbol of The Organization. Surprisingly, I didn't hurt. It stung a little, but it was bearable.

  After that, we headed back to the apartment. He was being playful and annoying, somewhat like Louis. We had to prepare to leave later in the evening as the flight was tonight. Ford had allowed us to borrow one of his private jets to fly us over to Chicago. We were to arrive there early morning at around 4. Luckily, Ford had a good friend living there and allowed us to use his mansion as our temporary base for us to rest and prepare for tomorrow night's mission.

  I was currently pushing Harry to pack his own things but he was being a lazy frog, lying in bed without a care in the world.

   "Harry, how many boxer briefs do you need?" I questioned, rummaging through his drawer as he lay in bed with his phone held up over his face.

   "I dunno, just throw in three or something," he shrugged carelessly.

   "Honestly, I thought you'd be more serious about this mission than I am."

   "I am serious. I just can't be bothered to pack clothes. I packed our weapons and important shit, clothes are not important."

   "Yes they are. Are you gonna walk into Andrei's base naked?" I questioned with arched brows, watching him grin cheekily at me.

   "I would if I was allowed to." I rolled my eyes at his cheeky self, balling up one of his black Calvin Klein's and chucking at it at him. He yelped when it hit his face, sitting up to throw it back at me. A laugh flew out of my mouth when he hit my shoulder.

  My smile and laughter died down when I realized what was to come tomorrow. Harry noticed this. A frown etched onto his face when I sat down on the edge of the bed, a heavy sigh falling from my lips as I started folding up his boxers. I felt the bed dip behind me, my eyes fluttering close when I felt his large hand brush my hair off my back, pushing it over my shoulder. He lowered his lips to my neck, laying soft comforting kisses to ease whatever was troubling my mind.

  We moved to the top of the bed, Harry seated with his back to headboard with me settled between his outstretched legs. His firm hands were wrapped around my torso, pulling me back against his warm body. His cheek was pressed against mine as he rested his chin on the dip of my collarbone. I relaxed my body against his, biting my lip as I contemplated on what to say, but I kept quiet, trying to enjoy this somewhat peaceful comforting silence with him. But it was soon broken when he spoke up in his deep gravelly voice.

   "What's wrong Angel?" he asked ever so quietly, his fingers stroking the bare skin of my stomach where my tank top had risen.

   "I have a bad feeling about the mission," I murmured lowly, keeping my gaze focused on our linked hands, sitting on my stomach.

   "Why?" he simple asked.

   "I don't know, Harry. Whenever I get this gut feeling that something bad is gonna happen, it's usually right," I told him honestly, and it was true. When I attended my first mission, the one where I fell off a building, I had the same gut feeling but I chose to ignore it and not speak of it.

   "Well don't listen to it, everything's going to be all right," he assured me, tilting his head to press a kiss to my cheek lovingly.

   "But we won't be together," I reminded him, causing his expression to fall a little.

   "It's fine," he tried to reassure himself rather than me. "I asked Vlad if Damien could accompany you and he said yes. You will be safe."

   "With Damien?" I questioned, arching a brow. I was trying to doubt Damien; I just wanted Harry rather than him.

   "Yes, I trust Damien, Scarlett. Don't you?" he gave me a curious look.

   "Yeah I do, but-"

   "But you want to be with me," he continued my sentence. "To protect me."

   "Yes," I whispered, turning my head to gaze at him.

   "I'll be fine Scarlett," he grunted, his big ego returning. I rolled my eyes, hating how stubborn he always was with this conversation.

   "You can't guarantee that," I countered, narrowing my eyes at him. "I've got Damien yeah, but who's gonna protect you for me? Vicky?" I let out a scoff, ignoring how Harry's expression had hardened now.

   "Well I can't do anything about Vicky, Vlad refused to allow me to work with you. I don't need Vicky; you know that. I can take care of myself, you just gotta trust me baby," he whispered the last part, his tone and expression softening significantly.

   "Okay," I sighed, my hand reaching up to cup the side of his face.

   "I promise I'll come back to you okay? I love you baby," he sealed his promise with a soft kiss. "I've got a little something for you," he told me, his hand letting go of my waist to dig into the pocket of his jeans.

  What he held up had my jaw dropping open and eyes widening. It was a ring, a beautiful champagne diamond and rose gold ring. It was simple yet elegant and utterly stunning. My lips were still parted in slight shock when Harry pulled my left hand up, sliding the ring down onto my middle finger.

   "This is a symbol of my love, and a promise that we will get out of here and we won't have to do this anymore; I promise you," he whispered into my ear adoringly, as I felt my eyes swell up with tears.

  I desperately struggled to turn around in his grip, but managing to do so before swinging my arms around his shoulders, hauling him forwards. I left a firm kiss on his cheek before hugging the life out of him, trying to compose myself before I could even look at him.

   "I love you so much Harry," I told him, my voice breaking a little resulting in him hugging me back tighter.

   "I love you the most"

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-Scarlett's gut feeling ain't wrong y'all😉😉😉

-all the action and shit starts from the next chapter onwards. This is last 'chill' chapter ether is for some time, probably the last happy one too oop (for a while).

-oh well I promise you I'll make it up for all the horrible heart attacks I've given you, by ending the sequel in a really positive note :))))

Until we meet again...

~T