all these Hendall hqs has got JB's 'that should be me' playing in my head.

double-updated as promised ☺️

[WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT😏]

Movie 🎥 Munich (2005)

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H A R R Y 🔫

A deep groan left my parted lips when she dragged her hot tongue up the skin between the two tattoos of olive branches that decorated my v-line. She let out a soft giggle when my hips bucked into her face at that, my cheeks flushing red when she tried to stifle her laughs. I breathed in relief when she settled comfortably between my legs, her hands sliding up my bare thighs before grasping the tops of my boxers. She slowly tugged them downwards, revealing my throbbing c.ock inch by inch.

A content sigh left my lips once my member was free, slapping up against my abdomen, looking rock hard and begging for attention. My hand immediately moved to grasp it, sliding my hand up and down my shaft to relieve some tension. I gazed at Scarlett, watching how wide her eyes were while she examined my size. I was bigger than average, I had to say. She gulped visibly when I looked at her expectantly, thinking she'll take over now. I couldn't help but imagine what it'd be like to have her warm mouth engulf my throbbing c.ock. Holy fuck.

"Umm Harry?" she spoke up hesitantly, making me refocus my gaze on her. It was as if her confident seductive demeanor had vanished all of a sudden, being replaced by a nervous and hesitant one.

"What's wrong baby?" I questioned, wondering why was she acting like this all of a sudden.

"I-" she paused momentarily to lick her lips anxiously, glancing done at my c.ock in my hand before flitting her gaze up. "I've never actually done this before," she mumbled quickly, causing me to frown.

"What?" I frowned suddenly, silently asking her to repeat what she had just said, mainly because she said it so quietly and quickly.

"I've never given a blow job before," she spoke more clearly, averting her gaze as she sat back on her calves, biting her lip.

I sat up, my hand going to gently grasp her chin, tugging her face upwards to meet mine.

"You don't have to do it if you don't want to," I told her honestly, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable while pleasuring me. I was somewhat surprised she didn't know how to give head, considering how she teased and tortured me expertly to a breaking point.

"No I want to, I just don't know how," she explained, making me nod slightly.

"Want me to show you how?" I cocked an eyebrow at her, a smirk curving into my lips. She blushed slightly, a similar grin appearing on her face as she looked up at me.

"Yes please," she smirked, her hand moving to push mine that was holding my c.ock, away so she could take over.

A grunt left my lips as soon as I felt her hot palm feeling my rock hard c.ock, sliding it up and down the shaft a couple of times. Her other hand came back up to push me backwards, both of us shuffling until I was sat up against the headboard. She laid her body between my legs, her hand pumping my shaft repeatedly as I felt more and more relieved by the second.

"Spit on your hand," I instructed, making her nod slightly, wetting her palm before bringing it back.

She moved her hand up and down slowly, the saliva acting as a lubricant for her hand to move more smoothly. Soft groans were leaving my lips as she pumped my shaft powerfully and slowly. My lips parted when she brought her hand up to the tip, allowing her thumb to glide along the slit, collecting the drop of pre-cum that had leaked out. With my lips parted, my eyes widened slightly when she brought her thumb up to her lips, curling them around it and hollowing her cheeks to suck on it.

"You're killing me, Scar," I groaned, feeling her wet thumb return to rub my slit slightly, the small action causing my hips to jerk. I was positive she was trying to kill me.

She responded by pressing her lips against the tip of my cock, the wetness of them against my warm head causing me to quiver. God I just wished she would've moved faster, but I wasn't going to force her. I knew part of her was making this go slow because she was nervous, which I understood completely. Or maybe she's just trying to tease you even more.

"Tongue the tip, babe, just roll your tongue against it or around it," I instructed, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip when she obeyed my instructions and swirled her tongue around the head.

I cursed yet again when she slowly wrapped her lips around the tip, sucking on it gently. I barely needed to instruct her as she was already figuring it out on her own, experimenting little by little. She allowed her tongue to roll against my thin slit, emitting an audible groan from me.

"Fuck, that's it baby," I encouraged her breathlessly as she pulled her lips away from the tip to drag her tongue along my shaft, from my balls to the tip. "S-Shit."

She smiled a little, seeming more and more confident every time she heard me moan, her hand continued to rub me up and down slowly. Her sweet lips came back down to wrap around me, her hand wound around the base as she focused on taking medium-length pull ups, which speeded up when my hands moved to gather her long locks into a makeshift pony tail.

My hips threatened to buck further into her mouth as I relished the feeling of her wet lips wrapped around my c.ock in the most heavenly way possible. My breath hitched in my throat when she engulfed the top half of my c.ock with her hot mouth, her eyes fluttering open all of a sudden, locking gazes with me. She gazed at me innocently; lips still sucking, hand still pumping while I stared back with hooded eyes. The look she gave me was enough to make me cum on her face.

"Oh fuck," I sighed harshly, my chest heaving up and down heavily as she started using a lot of tongue.

"Is this okay?" she pulled my cock out of her mouth, gazing up at me innocently with a questioning look, a trail of spit hanging from the tip of my c.ock to her bottom lip.

"Yes, fuck baby your mouth feels so good" I groaned heavily; my eyes fluttering close when she twisted her wrist roughly, speeding up her movements on me.

She could tell I was edging closer to releasing, the way my stomach muscles clenched, and how my chest heaved and fell harshly all gave it away as she stared up at me with a smirk, clearly enjoying this. I tightened my grip on her hair when I felt her other hand creep up to tug on my balls. A low groan left my lips at the action, an intense feeling of pleasure washing over my body when she massaged them lightly.

"Scar, baby, let your lips meet your hand," I directed with a grunt, feeling her obey me when she slid her lips down my shaft once again.

I watched how much she could take in as she rose from the mattress slightly, determined to try and take all of me in before her gag reflex would act up. I didn't really want her to deep-throat me because I didn't think she was ready, but she certainly proved herself wrong when the head of my cock hit the back of her throat. She pulled back up quickly, swallowing thickly and wiping her lips as she still carried on rubbing me up and down.

"Mhmm I'm close," I breathed, watching her stick her tongue out so every time she tugged on my cock with both her hands, the tip would make contact with her hot tongue. "Shit baby, back up," I told her, feeling my high inching even closer.

She didn't respond with words, but instead tapped at her mouth with her finger, indicating that she did want me to release into her mouth. Her hands moved exceptionally fast, and with a couple of rough twists of her wrist and swipes of her thumb on my slit, I hit my high. I groaned loudly as I released into her mouth, my eyes screwing shut and facing scrunching up as I shot my load down her throat.

My facial muscles relaxed once I was down, flopping down comfortably on the bed as I exhaled heavily. My hand rose up to push my slightly sweaty curls off my forehead, my eyes fluttering open, landing on Scarlett. I beckoned her over, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she crawled towards me. She laid her body beside me, her arms folding on top of my chest so she could prop her chin on them.

"Did you like it?" she asked me, a toothy grin stretching across her lips as she spoke.

"Fucking loved it," I breathed, my hand reaching up to tuck a long strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Really?" she asked happily, her smile growing even wider. She was so beautiful it hurt.

"One of the best I've ever received," I told her honestly, making her grin softly before nuzzling into my side.

I tucked my length back into my boxers, tugging the sheets over us as I threw an arm around Scarlett. I've never slept with her where she was just in her underwear. I had to admit, the feeling of her warm bare skin pressed against mine had my mind running wild.

"Don't you want me to return the favor?" I asked her with a cocky smirk, my hand trailing over her side before landing on her arse.

"I'm fine," she gave me a false stern look, moving my hand away from her arse. "I'm too tired anyways," she yawned quietly, bringing her hand up to cover her mouth.

"Y'know, I was kind of surprised you didn't know how to give head," I started, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over us. She propped her chin on my chest, staring up at me in interest.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, like you teased me pretty good back there. It was basically torture," I told her honestly, making her laugh softly.

"It's just that I was always too nervous with giving head so I never actually tried it. But I guess with me being drunk and having the tendency of being too over-confident, that nervousness has gone," she grinned at me, making me chuckle at her before my gaze drifted to her lips.

She noticed this, her gaze moving to linger around my own lips. Her hand rose up to cradle my cheek gently, her thumb rolling over my cheekbone in a soothing way. My eyes studied her face quietly, examining every flaw and imperfection she apparently had. Her tongue poked out to pull her bottom lip into her mouth, her pearly white teeth sinking into the pink flesh as she stared back at me.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" I hummed in reply, not breaking my gaze.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because you're beautiful," I told her honestly, watching her eyes widen slightly and lips part. Then, she burst out laughing. "Now what?" I asked in slight annoyance, nevertheless smiling at the sight of her laughing.

"TFIOS reference!" she squealed with laughter, making me roll my eyes. Maybe the alcohol didn't wear off and she was still drunk.

"TFIOS?" I asked in confusion, making her jaw drop all of a sudden.

"You don't know what TFIOS is?" she gasped, placing a hand on my chest as the other one came up to cup her open mouth. "Are you serious? You don't know what The Fault In Our Stars is?"

"No," I shook my head, snorting. "What even is that? Some cliché love story like The Notebook?" I laughed a little when I saw her angry expression.

"No it's not like The Notebook!" she exclaimed, slapping my chest playfully. "It's a novel, a really beautiful one," she sighed, as if she daydreaming about the novel itself.

"Oh wait, I think I do know what it is! Isn't it a movie too?" I asked her, causing her to nod in response. "Something about cancer and shit."

"It's not just about 'cancer and shit'! It's about life, consciousness, existence and-"

"Love?" I raised an eyebrow, chuckling lightly as she bit her lips quietly. "Love is stupid."

"It is not," she protested, her dark brows knitting together.

"It is. Love is stupid, pointless and overrated," I stated with a roll of my eyes, noticing her expression faltering.

"Why would you think that?" she asked me, her voice considerably quieter. Her cheerful playful demeanor had vanished, strangely enough, replaced by a more somber miserable one. Did I do something wrong?

"I mean; it is stupid. It makes you vulnerable, 'cause you're opening your heart for someone with the possibility of that person messing you up. If you think about it, you build up all these strong walls to protect yourself, then one stupid person, no different from any stupid person, wanders into your stupid life, and changes that," I ranted a little, noticing how quiet Scarlett had gotten while I had spoken. She even moved away from me a little.

"Love is just painful, it gets inside of you, it eats you up until it leaves you crying your eyes out feeling like shit. A simple phrase such as 'maybe we should just be friends' feels like a stab in the gut, working its way up to your heart. Like, it rips you apart, I don't see why people would risk it if it meant getting this much pain," I shrugged lightly, folding my arms behind my head now that Scarlett had migrated to the other side of the bed, but she was still listening.

"Have you ever fallen in love, Harry?" she questioned me curiously.

"Nope," I responded, popping the 'p'. "Never have and never will," I told her firmly.

"Oh okay," she simply whispered in response, the fact that her voice literally broke when she said that words made me suspicious. Was she crying?

"Scar, come here," I gently called out, my hand reaching for her, but now she was lying on her side with her back to me, on the other end of the bed. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she answered with a sniffle, making me feel ten times worse. What did I do this time? Was it what I said about love? I was simply conveying my feelings and opinions about it, why did it hurt her?

"But-" I started before she cut me off, quite harshly too might I add.

"I said it's nothing Harry," she snapped, her venomous tone shocking me a little.

I suddenly felt like such an idiot. Of course she'd be angry and upset. Everything I had just said made her think that it's practically impossible for me to fall in love with her. I wasn't even thinking when I said those things. Nothing was impossible. There was a chance of me falling in love, but it was highly unlikely. Simply because I'm just not like that, it's somewhat hard for me to love a person. Yes I cared for Scarlett deeply, and I would do anything and everything for her, but did I love her? I didn't know, and I didn't think so either. Love is a strong word, isn't it enough that I care about her? I didn't want to reassure her in anyway because I was genuinely unsure about falling in love and didn't want to keep her hopes up.

Feeling like I had nothing to say, I simply turned onto my side, pulling the covers over my body as I tossed and turned a little. It felt somewhat strange not having Scarlett holding me to her, or cuddling with me. I felt...cold. My body froze when I heard a small whimper, coming from the other side of me, where Scarlett was situated. A pang of guilt hit me when I heard another whimper, along with a sniffle. I felt as if she was too angry and upset with me to let me comfort her because apparently what I said was enough for her to hear.

I tried to ignore her silent cries as I lay there, trying to sleep. I wasn't that exhausted, I just found it hard to fall asleep because I was still mulling over what I had said. I had practically opened my heart up for Scarlett, making me vulnerable as she had already torn down my walls. She was that 'stupid person'. If I thought about it now, I know for a fact she wouldn't mess me up or do something horrifying to hurt me. But I hated that I was the one to do that to her. She was definitely opening her heart up for me, allowing me to break down that suit of armor she had around her as protection. With Scarlett, there was no chance of feeling pain if I ever fell in love with her. But with me, there definitely was a chance of feeling the agony if she ever fell in love with me.

But what if she was already in love with me?

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-Harry is so clueless omfg. soooooo, how was the smut y'all?

-just so you know, I'm lazy af and sometimes I don't proof-read my chapters properly or at all. So if there are any errors that you see, just point them out for me; I won't eat you 🙃

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