A/N: I LOVEEEEEE primal play. And guns...
day 22: Gunplay, Mitch Rapp x reader.
Warning: primal kink, bondage, gunplay, unprotected piv, slapping, choking, name calling. This is all written as a consentual relatioship between Mitch and Reader.
It was the second Friday of November, the date you and Mitch first met five years ago on a mission in Bulgaria. It had been a good five years, you’d been dating for two of those.
You were running in the woods, out of breath. The leaves crunching and twigs snapping underneath your feet. Mitch was chasing you, like he did the year before, and the year before that. It became your anniversary thing, every Friday you come to these woods and he would chase you, play this filthy fantasy you had. Like he did back in the day, chasing you. Not like this, but it became a your thing.
You loved the thrill of him chasing you, your heart was racing, your senses were heightened and adrenaline was pumping through your veins. Your muscles were burning from running so long, it had been thirty minutes, at least. You took a right to a secluded path, you hadn’t seen Mitch behind you yet for the last five minutes, so that was good.
You paused for just a moment, to catch your breath, your exhaustion was catching up already. You rested just for a second, you thought it was fine, he wasn’t there yet. You started running again, after a minute or so when you caught your breath. You looked at your surroundings, no signs of Mitch yet. That was good, really good. You ran for a couple more minutes, the woods were silent besides from your footsteps and the occasional chirping of birds.
Until someone snatched you from behind, arms wrapped around your waist as you let out a scream. Damn son of a bitch was a quick and quiet one. “Mitch no.. we can talk about it. Don’t you think?” You panted, but it was too late. He was already dragging you back to a cabin.
“No can’t do sweet cheeks.” He grinned, hoisting you up and slinging you over his shoulder like you were a potato sack. His hands were gripping your thighs hard, his gun was tugged into the waistband of his jeans, not loaded but still intimidating. Hid breath was heavy, he had ran as fast as you, maybe even a little faster. He didn’t talk when he walked you to the cabin, just gripping you tightly so you wouldn’t escape.
He dropped you down on a chair in the cabin, it was worn down, smelled musty and damp. It wasn’t in the best condition anymore. He tied your feed to the legs of the chairs, your hands behind your back fastened to the chair. “Naughty girl, running away from me.” He murmured, standing in front of you. The bulge in his jeans made it visible how much he enjoyed this.
His fingers gripped your chin, making you look up to him. “Thought you could escape me baby?” He asked, grabbing his gun and gently running the barrel of it across your cheek. “Fuck you, you murmured, playing along with your guy’s twisted fantasy. He huffed, giving your cheek a hard slap. “Don’t fucking talk back, you hear me.” His voice was low, filled with a warning.
“You know what i can do to you sweet thing.” He muttered, tapping the barrel of the gun against your lips. “You wouldn’t.” You challenged, looking at him. “Don’t you fucking think i wouldn’t do anything to your pretty little body.” He muttered, his hand going back to gripping your chin. He held your head still, pushing the barrel between your lips. “Suck it, don’t stop until i say so.” He ordered, pushing the gun inside your mouth.
The metallic taste made you gag, you weren’t so good at obeying. So when you didn’t suck the gun, his hand landed on your cheek again, his other hand tangling in your hair and tugging your head back. “Suck.” He ordered through gritted teeth, putting the gun back into your mouth. You did as he said so, sucking on the gun. Your eyes on him. “That’s a good girl.” He murmured, fucking the gun deeper into your mouth.
His fingers gripped your hair tighter, pushing the gun deeper until you were gagging an choking on it. Your eyes teared up, spit dripping down your chin as he fucked the gun in your throat. “That’s it… see how well that pretty little throat takes it.” He grunted, letting out a chuckle as you gagged again.
He took the gun out of your mouth, tilting your head back up. “Little slut likes things in her mouth huh?” He chuckled, his thumb gathering some of the spit from your chin. He let go of you completely, pacing around in front of you. “What should i do to you huh? Fuck this attitude out of you, make sure you can’t walk for a week?”
“Piss off..” You grunted, the restraints digging into your limbs. “Tsk tsk, you just don’t learn do you?” He murmured, grabbing the knife that was tugged into his boot. He cut the restraints on your ankles first, than the one on your wrists. He had a tight grip on you, pulling you up. “You got the wrong person to be back talking to baby.” He murmured, pushing you down on the mattress in the corner of the floor. He grabbed a zip tie, securing it around your wrists. “I got you right where i want you to be.”
His hands moved down to your pants, tugging them down in a swift motion. “God look at you, whimpering and moaning. You enjoy this don’t you?” He grinned, pushing your shirt up. He ran the barrel of the gun running down your torso, stopping right above your cunt. Your hips bucked up, needing some friction. “Little whore, look at you, all needy.” He grinned. “Please.. Mitch..” You whimpered, looking up at him.
He moved the gun between your legs, over your already damp panties. “C’mon, i know you want it. Grind.” He ordered, giving a nod. Your moved your hips, grinding your pussy against the gun. The cold metal felt nice against your heated cunt. “Fuck..” You moaned, desperately moving your hips now. “Little slut… so needy.” He grunted, palming himself through his jeans. “That’s it, grind that needy pussy on my gun.”
Your needy whines and moans turned him on even more, he needed you. He threw the gun to the side, unzipping his jeans in a hurry. “C’mon baby,” he murmured, tugging you down by your hips. “Need that pretty pussy.” He said, ripping your panties off. He shoved his jeans and boxers down, holding his cock in one hand. He swiped his cock through your wet folds, groaning as he nudged his tip against your clit.
“Jesus Mitch.” You gasped, moaning louder when he bottomed out to the hilt in one swift motion. “Baby.. fuck you’re so wet.. such a little… ah.. good slut.” He murmured, his hands holding himself up by your face. His thrusts were sharp and needy, he loved how your pussy was gripping him, like it was just made for him.
“Mitch… baby.” You moaned, your tied hands resting against his chest as he fucked into you. “That’s it, that’s my good little slut.” He murmured against your ear, his lips moving against yours in a searing kiss. His balls slapped against your ass as he held your legs up. The new angle making sure he fucked you deeper.
He grunted against your lips, holding onto your legs. “Gonna fill your pretty little pussy up yeah?” He grunted, watching you nod. “Come for me yeah?” He grunted, his thrusts growing sharper. “Fuck.. fuck mitch.” You moaned, head falling back as you came. Your stomach fluttering from the orgasm. Your pussy was squeezing his cock so good, it made him come immediately. His come coating your walls as he grunted.
“Shit baby.” He mumbled, pressing soft kisses upon your face. “Happy anniversary baby.”
