Devil in Disguise • Scarlett Johansson × fem. Reader

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⭒☾⋆ No, what is Your problem ⋆☽⭒

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A/n: Scarlett looks exactly like this👆🏻
(pic above)

TW: slight smut, strong language
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SCARLETT POV:

Scarlett: "Y/N HURRY! The driver is already waiting outside!" I yell from the foyer since Y/n locked herself in the bathroom with the excuse she needs to shave her legs.

Scarlett: "Y/n Y/l/n, get your ass down here right now!"

Nothing.

Scarlett: "Every fucking time" I mumble to myself as I put my bag and coat aggressively down onto the shelf in the foyer, approaching the stairs, when I heard finally a door opening upstairs making me stop my steps.

Scarlett: "Finally." I sigh annoyed making my way to grab my things again, hearing her heels stepping down the stairs from of behind me.

Y/n: "Sorry babe. Took me longer than expected."

Babe? Since when is she calling me like that???

A huge question mark formed in my face after that pet name, making me turn around after grabbing my stuff.

Scarlett: "What did you just call m-" I stop my sentence when I saw her dress, dropping my purse in shock.

Scarlett: "Oh no- no no no no no" I chuckle shaking my head no in disbelief as I eye her up and down. Is this a joke?!

Y/n: "What's wrong huh?" she asks all innocent as she bent down in front of me to pick up my purse. As she does so, she on purpose squeezes her tits together, giving me a perfect view onto what's mine. Oh she's definitely not wearing that.

Scarlett: "You serious?" I clench my jaw giving her a death glare while she still kneeled in front of me, looking up at me with innocent puppy eyes. Though on her lips formed a small bratty smirk as she handed me my purse. I snatch it out of her hand and intensify my glare at her.

Y/n: "You look upset. Is something wrong dear?" she pouts at me as she got up from her knees, looking up at me with her sweet Y/e/c eyes.

As she stands in front of me I look down at her since she is a few inches shorter than me and I am wearing my highest heels for tonight. I take a hold of her jaw with my thumb and index finger and pull her face up to look at me.

Scarlett: "Don't make a scene and go back upstairs, doll" I husk, our faces a few inches apart.

Y/n: "Why? Don't you like it when I make myself pretty for you?" she pouts innocently.

Scarlett: "Oh I do baby, but I don't like it when you're dressing like a little slut in front of our friends." I place one hand on her waist and the other one on her neck, tracing my thumb across her pulse point "and you don't want to make me upset." I whisper into her ear, smirking seductively.

I let my warm breath hit her earlobe, sending shivers down her spine as she shudders when my thumb glides along the thin skin above her veine and her jawline in-between.

She gulps as I pull away from her, giving her a seductive but demanding look with my green eyes, knowing damn well that I could get her on her knees right now, if I would want her to.

Scarlett: "Right babe? You don't want that?"

I smirk as she folds and looks up at me with big eyes, nodding her head no. That sudden confident in her eyes was gone as I satisfied kiss her temple with a wide smirk tucked upon my lips.