First I want to say thank you for each you that follow and share with me our content ♥ You’re the best and I love the time that I passed with you guys, it’s always funny and relaxing. I began at Tumblr writing on a challenge and it was an amazing experience so not fairer that I'm doing one for all of you have this opportunity too. It will be a SONGWRITING CHALLENGE!
How will it work: I chose some songs for you to choose and write a fic or a Drabble for Dylan + characters or Teen Wolf + Actors and characters. It’s pretty simple and the only reason here it’s to be FUN! Even if you’re a small blog I want to see you writing something, ok?!
Some rules to keep our sanity and organization:
Send me an ask telling me which song you chose and which character
The fic/drabble has to be named by the name of the song.
Reblog this post (optional, but it’s better if more people know about it)
Follow me (if you want to, of course)
Tag me so I can read it
Tag it as #disbestilessongchallenge
Every entry must be uploaded until 25th July (but I open to negotiating lol)
Can have more than one blog per song but the more songs you choose the better.
In the end, I’ll include all the stories in a special place in my masterlist for always share in my blog.
Songs to choose from:
Babe by Sugarland feat Taylor Swift
Too Good At Goodbyes by Sam Smith
Gravity by Against the Current
Better Now by Post Malone
English Love Affair by 5sos
IDGAF by Dua Lipa
Girls like you by Maroon 5 feat Cardi B
Bad Reputation by Shaw Mendes
Cryin’ by Aerosmith
Every Breath You Take by The Police
Miss You by Louis Tomlinson
These are the Lies by The Cab
Oops by Little Mix
Seeing Blind by Niall Horan
There’s nothing holdin’ me back by Shaw Mendes
The Great Divide by Rebecca Black
Blood Like Gasoline by Against the Current
Wild Heart by The Vamps
A.D.I.D.A.S by Little Mix
Hey Jude by The Beatles
Something Just like This by The Chainsmokers
Girls on TV by The Vamps
High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco
Shout About it by The Vamps
Secret Love Song by Little Mix
Versace On the Floor by Bruno Mars
Here we go again by Demi Lovato
Animals by Maroon 5
Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran
Gorgeous by Taylor Swift
Never be Alone by Shaw Mendes
Love Drunk by Little Mix
Risk It All by The Vamps
You can listen to the playlist with all these songs here.
So, that’s it! I try to pick old/new songs and let this thing pretty diverse for everyone! Can’t wait to read your stories and thank you so much for follow me and make this possible ♥ Love you guys, byeeee
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Warnings: This was supposed to be a soft smut but this chapter went out of my control, I mean...totally, so be careful it’s NSFW
A/N: it's finally here! I was dreaming about this day for a lot of nights! Are you guys screaming? Because I am! I hope that you can enjoy and talk to me about it okay?
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Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 (you are here)
After a few days after the surprise Dylan had made, things had finally settled between us. The sweet little Maggie had served as a beautiful truce, and now I could properly say that we were friends without being concerned about his marital status. Of course, the fact that Dylan was in an irregular relationship was relevant. He said that he was no longer with Britt but at the same time he didn't declare himself single but that was impossible to understand and I wasn’t willing to get involved in this story. If he could manage the life of an actor in this mess, I was also able to manage our friendship and the possibility of feeling something more for him.
Looking at Dylan's contact on my cell phone, I found myself smiling again at the picture I had taken of him holding Maggie, the puppy close to his face as he talked to her one day as we went out to take her to the park. He was smiling and I remember him saying with a cute baby voice "look at your mommy Maggie, she'll melt with this picture." It was totally true but although the long sighs, catch me thinking about Dylan and my heart floating every time he smiled and winked during our conversations, I couldn't say that I was in love.
We had many things in common, we were always talking and our subjects are infinities but our time together was not just me. Everyone in the cast was friends and maintaining that contact was essential for the series to continue to have a good audience.
The recordings of the series were going very well and last week we had received the news that we would have ten more episodes to record. The big news is that my character would have an affair in this part of the season. It would not last long because the character was recurring but the actor had already been hired and that day he would come to the first reading. With each new script, I was more in love with my work and even what made me nervous became fun and challenging. I was finally building a career and although the doubt sometimes, I felt I was going the right way.
I was very excited and when I met David the actor who would play "Bill", a co-worker who would be interested in Hope, our chemistry was quickly verified. David was fun and also had Brazilian relatives, making us have some interesting subjects in common. Despite a short time of coexistence, everyone was enjoying their presence. Well, not all. David and I spent a lot of time together on set because of our rehearsals and Dylan clearly didn’t like it at all. He wasn’t being so receptive to David and finding him in a bad mood by the set became commonplace. In addition, he avoided our conversations about the series, which was constant in our routine when we were alone.
Olivia insisted that he was jealous and she seemed to be taking advantage of that situation more than I was. "This guy needs to realize that you are an AMAZING woman and if he doesn't open his eyes he will lose you," Olivia said hysterically in my apartment one day. "Who does he think he is?" Well, Dylan fucking O'brien, I thought. But the fact that he was a famous actor doesn't intimidated me anymore.
Although I suspected Olivia was right, I didn't want to believe that. Dylan and I had sealed a friendship and it hadn’t been easy for me at the beginning to keep my feelings for him from growing. If he wasn’t willing to have more than a friendship, why did he insist on staying on the fence with Britt? I couldn't understand.
That day I was leaving the dressing room after another day of recording when I heard someone knocking on the door. Most people were gone, but it could have been some producer or even Georgie with some update on the series. I was surprised to open the door and find Dylan, still dressed as his character, his hair perfectly tidy in a bad boy style tuft, his social shirt lined with brown velvet jacket. Terribly handsome.
"Hey, can I come in?" He asked quietly. I nodded, motioning for him to come in. Dylan leaned back against one of the dressing tables that was less cluttered, effects of dividing the dressing room with Olivia. He folded his arms across his chest, a light, familiar smile forming on his face.
"So, what do I owe the honor of your presence in my dressing room?" I asked absently as I sat next to him in a chair.
"Nothing I was ... just walking around the set and decided to see how you were going." He narrowed his eyes, a little irritation in his voice. "You disappeared."
I rolled my eyes, chuckling. "I'm always here and we keep talking every day."
"Yeah, of course!" He shook his head like he was saying something wrong. "Long talks at the set it's just for David now, right ?! I forgot this detail." Dylan blinked fast.
A tension hovered over us and I'd probably missed something because, until the last time we talked, everything was fine. Dylan was clearly jealous and I was holding on to not laughing. Maybe because him nervous was even more cute or because there was no reason for him to feel that way.
“You’ve been dramatic Dyl,” I smirked calling him for a recent nickname that I added to our exclusives’ list.
He stood up, his expression changing from calm to clearly irritated.
"I don't like this guy, Y/N. The way he talks and looks at you looks like... " ,he hesitated a little.
"Like what?" I questioned, arching my eyebrows, curiosity in my voice.
“Like if he wanted you more than a co-worker.” He finally finished, taking me by surprise.
It could only be a joke. David and I were mates and just it. Even if he had any more interest, that should not bother Dylan at that point.
"Okay, you really overreacted here, I don't know where this comes from..." I sighed exasperatedly "but if he wants, what's the big deal? We're just friends, aren't we?!" I said getting up and crossing my arms as he drew closer to me.
"We're not just friends and you fucking know it!" Dylan whispered loud.
"Oh, we're not? So what are we? Tell me, Dylan." I reply challenge him. My voice getting nervous about this situation.
Dylan checked if the door was locked and took a step towards me. He pushed me against the wall, putting one of his arms around my waist and the other on my neck. "Okay, we're friends" ,he whispered so close to my ear that I can feel he breathe perfectly. "But what do you think about friends with benefits?"
I felt my entire body crawl while I looked at Dylan giving me a champion smile. He knew every feeling I felt and he knew I wanted more than just teasing.
"Okay, what do you mean by that?" I groaned trying not to lose my mind with him so close to me.
"I mean this," he said determinedly before pulling me into an intense kiss. This time, it didn’t take me a second to assimilate what was happening. When I felt Dylan's lips on mine, I grabbed his neck, bringing him even closer to me, his body pressed harder against mine. It was as if we were letting go of all the energy, all the tension that had hovered between us since the last time we kissed.
Dylan gripped me urgently, his arms coming down my back, his hands beneath my blouse. I started to take off his jacket, but it was difficult to do so as he kissed my neck so hot. Dylan stopped me for a moment, my gaze questioning his hesitation.
“I’m not trying to stop you, love.” He said. I smile, naughty, while I watching he finished taking off his jacket for me. I got rid of his jacket and start to unbutton his shirt to kiss freely his chest. Dylan always usually said that he was skinny but here, seeing his very muscular physique I could say that he wasn’t at all. He was moaning each time that my lips making contact with his naked skin, my body feeling clearly his bulge against me.
I don’t even realize when he took off my t-shirt and caught me on his lap, putting me over the table. I took off my bra and he pauses a little, watching me as if he devoured me just with his eyes. I bit my lips and he came over to me, giving soft kisses on my breasts, my hand pulling stronger his hair, trying to keep my moans down. He started to suck and lick my nipples harder, his hands moving under my tight little skirt, smoothing my thighs against my wet panties. Dylan chuckled when he realized that, looking at me.
“Your fault,” I said, trying hard to say a word without a moan.
He gave me a sarcastic and horny smile. “My fault love? I’ll give you a reason to blame me.” Saying that, he put away my panties, gaining space for his fingers starts to play with my pussy. He did circular moves before finally penetrate me. My body arched immediately with him pressing my clit while he sucking my nipples.
Dylan keeps pressing his fingers repeated and obscene times in my g-spot, making me nail my nails in his back, getting higher and keep close to the edge. “P-please Dyl” I moaned, practically begging. “I can’t take anymore.”
Dylan gave me a dirty look, getting away from my breasts, “relax love, you’ll cum…but in my mouth.” I didn’t even argue, I was totally and completely at his mercy. He moved away from my skirt and got down on his knees, wetting his lips before squished his face into my clit, sucking making me finally cum. I tried to avoid a scream that threatened to leave my mouth, letting just a slow and deep moan. I sighed louder, while Dylan moved away from my thighs and stood, facing me, his amber eyes more lit up. I put my thighs around his hip, bringing him closer to me.
“Now you can blame me but I don’t even feel guilty.” He said causing laughs in both of us.
"We didn't finish O'brien...not yet", my hands were in his pants, getting rid of the belt and making room for me to feel his big hard cock.
Dylan close his eyes opening his mouth dirty while I start to up and down with my hands in his cock. I thought that he was enjoying but suddenly his face winced while he frowned looking confused. I kiss him letting just one hand in his pants, the other keeping his face to me.
“Hmmm we have a issue...” He responded to my distance. I frowned looking at him confused. “I don’t have any condom here.”
I sighed, laughing. “I don’t care to use my mouth…” I said while I got down on my knees and take off his pants, “actually, I really like it to use my mouth.”
He laugh, his lip quivering while I put my mouth in his member, licking bottom to top. I start to suck softly, teasing him with my tongue, feeling his cock stays more and more harsh. Dylan put his hands behind my head, pushing me to suck him more rough, his cock entire inside in my mouth.
Dylan was enjoying and relaxing with each move that I did, letting me get more horny when he moaned of pleasure.
“Are you enjoying the view?” I asked, groaning. Passing his cock around my breasts and taking more moans from Dylan.
“Y-you're really hot love...don't stop” ,he answered, his head dropped back
“I didn’t even think about it.” I replied banging his dick in my face and giving attention to his balls, sucking and massaging it with my tongue, listening to him whispering “hot damn” several times. Dylan was getting more and more high and when he was so close to the edge, I let my hands around his member, helping me to leaving things better for both of us.
His mouth twitched when he came, his entire body shaking. I don’t let any reflex behind, when I felt his seed in my mouth, I’m enjoying each drop, drinking everything. Dylan was fascinating until the moment that I back to suck his cock, more sensible now than before and making him hold my head pulling me away from him.
“Why you stop me?” I asked ironically but in fact, if him let me, I’ll keep doing what I was. Dylan
sighed, laughing, sitting back at the desk to rest after I try to let him more ecstasy.
“You already took me for in seventh heaven, love. Do you want more? Because my home is empty now.” He asked, instantly.
“I wish but… oh my God, Olivia was probably still waiting for me out there.” I finally realized. We both laugh and I quickly start to picking up my clothes, Dylan joining me.
Dylan
"So..." Y/N smiled, her eyes still glowing with excitement after our dose of madness. She had the world's naughtiest expression and it only made me want to take her away from there and spend the rest of the day doing anything that involved our bodies together.
"So...?" I replied putting my arms around her, brushing my hand over and gently squeezing her bum, while she buttons up again my shirt.
“Friends with benefits now?” She asked smoothing my chest softly.
"Are you okay with that? If you want to…”
“I'm in!” She replied instantly before I argue anything.
“So we have a deal!” I chuckled kissing her neck fast making her trying to get away from me because of the tickles.
“See you soon O'Brien, take care!” She said before kiss softly my cheek and leave.
“You too Y/N/N.”
Just when I saw Y/N leaving the dressing room, her face lighting up as if she had stolen all the dust from the universe stars for her, her lips forming in a smile before she bit her lip and made her "goodbye" turned into a great movie scene. I could re-watch this scene in slow motion several times. Just then I realized that I had made the worst deal of my life. I couldn't just be a friend, but if things went the way I was planning, that decision would not last for long.
Summary: The Reader don't have sure about what to do in your life and after she give time on College she moves to LA to try new things in your life. She ends up getting a role on a TV show and one of the cast members is your favorite actor, Dylan O'brien. Despite him was dating, they start to approache and gets harder to keep just a friendship.
Warnings: you’ll have to read and tell me which the warnings lol
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A/N: It was very hard to write this part because my writer's block don't wanted to go away but finnaly he gone. So I’m a little late but it’s here. I'm hope that you enjoy it and let me know about your opinions.
Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (you are here), Part 8.
Sunday started out cheerful and pleasant and I decided to spend the day reading my scripts and rehearsing. The recordings of the series would begin in a few days and I needed to be prepared. Sometimes I would catch myself thinking about the last night and I couldn't deny that she had been great in every way. If someone told me some time ago about what my life would be like this week I would surely laugh and say that the person was dreaming.
I tried don't think so much about Dylan and about what he had told me but the words "I'm not totally committed" didnt leave my head. I knew he and Britt had been dating for almost 7 years, and sometimes were seen together in premieres and some places, but as they were extremely discreet nobody knew what their relationship was like. If he don't said anything about this I wouldn't be the curious one who would ask for this subject. Besides, it was just a kiss and not a declaration of love. I don't have any reasons to worry because if him was single, probably he just wanted to have fun.
The day went by fast and I slept early to not have trouble waking up the other day. The next morning I woke up, had a quick coffee, and went to the studio. When I arrived I went to get dressed me with Olivia and Emma. One of the good things about be an actress was is having so many outfits to wear and Hope's outfits were incredible. After we done to dress and doing the makeup we went to start the photo shoots. Everyone was already gathered and dressed according to their characters. Noah, Chris and Dylan were already taking some pictures and they seemed to be having a blast.
Everyone greeted each other and we began to follow the instructions the photographer and Georgie gave us. We did some individual photos but most of them were in a group, because they would be used by the channel to make advertisements and releases on the internet. Despite the seriousness of that work the cast didn't let anything look boring. When Noah and Dylan were not amusing us with jokes, we were dancing random songs that played or telling some funny story.
When we finished all the photos, Georgie praised and thanked everyone for the effort. The day had been very productive and incredibly fun. I was starving and there was a large table of coffee available for us, so I decided to eat something. Dylan was nearby and approached me. He had a smirk on his face that made him look just like a little boy sometimes. I was a bit nervous about having a conversation alone with him, after all, we talked just for messages after that night and it had been random conversations about the news, tv and the show.
I didn't know how I should react personally and Dylan was very unpredictable.
“Hey Y/N! Do you liked of today?” He he asked picking some cookies.
I nodded, smiling a little, “so much! I'm enjoying to make part of it, it's amazing!”
“And your nervousness? I realized that you were quite comfortable today.”
“Yes, I'm already calm.”
“Great! I told you it would be easier, right?”
“Yes and thank you for this Dyl! It means a lot to me.”
He nodded and looked at me, smiling gently as he took some coffee from him as well.
“So...”
Before he could finish the sentence, Emma, who was having coffee too, approached us, looking very excited.
“Hey guys! What are you talking about?”
“About how unfair and mean people are with dogs.” Dylan said seriously, clearly being ironic. He took another sip of coffee as he held the false seriousness. Emma looked suspicious, wondering at the subject we were talking. I decided to join him in the irony.
“Emma, did you know people almost never get dogs here in LA? Just little puppies! This is an injustice! We really need to do something! What do you think of a protest?”
Emma was a bit stunned by the seriousness of the conversation. She stammered a little but tried to participate.
“I have not heard anything about it yet, are they talking on the internet? Is it some movement?”
We started laughing, which made her even more confused by the situation.
“We're kidding Em, relax.” Dylan reassured her.
“Yes, actually we were talking about the photo shoot. It was really fun right?!” I said.
“Yes, a lot! But you guys really fool me!” Emma said laughing.
“But about adoptions is really true, people don't like to adopt grown dogs, just puppies. There are some ONG's that fight against this but many animals are still abandoned.” I was joking before but it was sad to say that it was true.
Dylan looked at me a little surprised but agreed to the situation. “It's true, I've been following some cases about it. Do you like dogs Y/N/N?”
“I love dogs! I already had two when I lived with my family.” I replied smiling.
Emma interrupted us again. “Cool! You also love dogs, right Dyl? I met Britt once and we talked about your dogs.”
She’s took Dylan by surprise and he's hesitated a little, before to answer. “Yes, we have. I didn't know you and Britt knew each other Emma.”
“I ran with her sometimes at work. She's so beautiful and kind, you're lucky!” Emma said distracted.
Emma began to talk about where she had met Britt and her seemed intent on continuing that conversation. Dylan looked uncomfortable with the situation, but no more than I did. Until that moment no one had mentioned Britt, not even him. Listening to it made me think better, as if I awoke from a trance. Being so close to Dylan made me forget for some time about the reasons why I couldn't be stay so close to him and how much real they were, no matter what explanation he had. I finished my coffee and I said a quickly goodbye, leaved they alone.
I returned Hope's outfits and some accessories and waited until Olivia did the same to leave together. We were almost out the set when I heard someone calling me. I looked over to see who it was and saw Dylan hurry up. I asked Olivia to wait a minute as him approached awkwardly.
“Hey, you left fast and I didn't say goodbye.”
I looked at him with a confused expression, but I was being ironic. “All right Dyl, you were busy and I needed to leave.”
He looked sideways and took a deep breath, seeming not to know how to continue that conversation. “Y/N/N I'm sorry if I created a situation where you might be uncomfortable. I mean... I don't expected for that.”
“Dylan it's fine, we don't doing anything, anyway.” I said took him a little surprise.
“What do you mean, nothing? I thought we'd gotten over it.” Dylan looked at me confused.
“I think that you have some things to solve and I can't be a part of this. I need to go Dylan, see you tomorrow.”
I didn't mean it, not like that. I just wanted to live without thinking so much about the consequences of my actions, without so much anxiety. But not always where there's a will, there's a way. Before he could say anything I pulled away and got into Olivia's car.
A/N: So, this is my first smut and my first Mitch's fic. I'm very happy about this fic but also with afraid so please, let me know your opinions right?! I'll wait.
A/N 2: I need to thank my best girls Ria and Nanda. Ria thank you for be my first friend here, for your support, for always said to me "don't give up, you doing well" (even if I don't believe, sometimes haha). Nanda, my "neighboor" friend, it was funny and very good to meet you here and your comments are the best! You both helped me a lot with my English and my writing and you are very special to me. I just can say that you are the best proofreaders of the world.
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The way to the base where my next mission would be was nice and pleasant, a sign that when we arrived I might not like it that much, as it did every time. These 5 years in the CIA had taught me a lot and one of them was that expectations made us weak and unprepared for adverse situations.
Irene had summoned me to analyze some trainings on a mission they called ORION, an elite army created for cases that demanded more secrecy and more cold blood than the others. They recruited the best agents and trained them to be "ghost soldiers." Most of them were ex-servicemen but some differed because they were skilled killers.
The leader and trainer was Stan Hurley, a famous ex military. I knew him from a few meetings in the office but had never visited the famous HQ where they trained their soldiers.
Irene intended to create an ORION model for female agents and didn’t think it would work well being done along with the original mission. I had been one of the agents summoned to form the training team and until then, I was the only one who had not yet visited the training camp. Other missions had occupied me. As soon as we arrived, we were greeted by Hurley and one of his agents, Mitch Rapp.
I didn’t know Rapp personally but his unstable, stubborn temperament and his reputation for rejecting direct orders went far. I had heard several stories of how he totally changed the course of a mission or ignored an order to retreat only to end the target he refused to let live, no matter the circumstances. Despite this, he was one of the CIA’'s most skilled killers. Some people feared dealing with him but I honestly saw no reason for it. The greater the challenge, the greater the learning.
Stan went down the stairs to the big country house door to began the introductions. He said as he reached for a handshake. "Hey Y/N! Is a really pleasure to have one of Irene's lapdog here to review my work."
He always had a tongue-in-cheek tone when talking, especially when it came to Irene. I nodded with a smile, just for politeness. "Thank you for seeing me, Hurley. I think we will not be long, I don’t intend to disrupt the routine of your soldiers."
He rolled his eyes and gave a sarcastic laugh. "Alright Y/N. As long as Irene does not criticize my methods, you can stay as long as you need them. But enough of our time talking about our boss, I want you to meet Rapp. If you're going to play a role like mine then you need to learn to deal with fucking bastards... like that."
Stan said pointing to Mitch. He snorted with a certain irony at him and said holding out his hand to greet me. "You can call me Mitch".
After greeting Rapp, we followed Stan to his office where we would begin to see some important information for the proper functioning of ORION. Rapp had practically become Stan's right hand. When he was not on a mission, he was helping ORION train new recruits. Stan showed me some training software with the help of Mitch, who seemed to dominate all of them.
The day went by fast and though productive it had been extremely tiring. As the training camp was a few hours from the city, I preferred to spend the night there to start early with the practical issues the other day. The accommodations in the main house were simple but despite being in the middle of a forest were extremely comfortable.
After taking a shower to replenish my energies, I went down to eat with Stan, Mitch, and two more of his helpers. After dinner and a little chat at the table, each one went his way through the house. It was big enough for no one to bump into by accident. There was a large porch in the back of the house and I decided to take some air while sleep didn’t arrive.
"If you are thinking of a escape plan then I recommend that you go by the road you used to get in. The forest in that direction is not very pleasant." Rapp said to me.
I was so focused on the silence that I didn’t see Mitch arrive. He stepped out of the darkness that was on the strand and joined me on the railing. He was wearing jeans and a black shirt, his hair was slightly wet, as if he had just gotten out of the shower.
I gave him a faint smile, astonished at his ability to make jokes. "I'm just enjoying the silence. I'm not the type to run."
He raised his eyebrows as he glanced at me. "Actually, I didn’t think so."
I nodded as I stared at the horizon ahead of us, enjoying the view of the forest, scary but at the same time calm. He seemed to be relaxed, which made him more pleasant than usual. His arms were resting on the railing, exalting his physical form that was extremely good and attractive. I mean, I was used to living with agents, and it sort of worked as a shield against possible interests, but I didn’t lose the ability to recognize when someone was handsome. Some men's needed to work too hard to look attractive but Mitch didn't even need to try, he just was.
I wondered if he was maybe there to watch me or just to taste of a woman's presence. As far as I knew, they could not take anyone to the training ground and days off were not very constant, especially for Rapp. The possibility that he was interested in something more than just a conversation crossed my mind, making me shudder with desire.
We had spent the day together and everything had been very professional. No physical contact was necessary, but I confess I didn’t complain when he came close more than enough to show me some weapon.
I tried to push that thoughts away but casual sex would not be a bad idea. We were silent for a few minutes, listening only to the noise of the wind against the trees and a few conversations in the distance on the field. Rapp resumed the conversation; "How long have you been in the CIA?"
I throw a look of confusion and irony at him, trying to challenge him: "Is that what you came here for?"
He turned toward me, folding his arms with a certain impatience in his eyes. "What do you mean?"
I stared at him steadily, not allowing myself to be shaken by the fear he was trying to cause with that expression. "Come on, you didn’t come here to watch me Rapp and I doubt that admiring the horizon is part of some of your hobbies."
He nodded with a faint smile, looking down and then straight at me. He always had a vacant look, as if anger had settled there and made definitive camp, but, at that moment, his light brown eyes did not show hatred but rather, desire
"I have few hobbies but some of them are impossible to do here."
I took a step forward, approaching him. "You can tell me, maybe they aren't that impossible." I ran my hand lightly over his shoulder, down his biceps. I could see he took a deep breath.
"Okay, what do you suggest Y/N?" He uncrossed his arms, further narrowing the distance between us.
"It depends on what you're willing to accept." I said teasingly.
He put both hands around my waist, pulling me close to him. "I'm not the type to take orders."
Mitch held me tight and I could feel a tension between us, as if he was holding on so far. "And I'm not the type who likes to give orders, anyway."
Holding on to my waist he turned me and hung me against the railing, giving me a long, intense kiss. I grabbed his neck pulling him against me, returning the kiss as hard as he did as he ran his hand down my back and down to my ass. I wrapped my legs around his hip and he lifted me up, walking down the porch to get inside the house.
He stopped the kiss as he walked down the hallway and I took advantage of nibbling his ear, down his neck, which made him moan, lightly, clearly trying not to make too much noise. We reached the end of a hall and he lowered me from his lap, pressing me against the door.
"Are you sure about this?" he said, cornering me.
I bit my lip and shot him a sarcastic look as I opened the door to what appeared to be his bedroom. "I told you, I'm not the type to run away."
That was probably against the rules, but I didn't even care. I just wanted him, right here, right now. He took off his shoes and I kissed him again, tossing him into the bed and sitting on his lap. I took off his shirt and as we kissed I wobbled on his lap. He unbuttoned my blouse as he kissed the back of my neck, down to my chest, then took off my bra, lovingly cupping my nipples, licking and sucking.
I moaned horny with every movement of him and I didn't hold my nails, which dragged his back every minute. I felt his erection in the middle of my legs and I taking off his belt and unbuttoning his pants. He pulled away a little and finished throwing, only wearing a black boxer. He was hot, oh, how he was. He smiled, noticing my fascination with his physique and turned me to his back, kneeling behind me as he stroked my nipples down my belly to the middle of my thighs.
My breath was panting and I knew it was getting wet every time he bit my ear. He laid me down on the bed and took off my pants, he kissed the back of my neck, following behind my back, until he reached my butt. After giving a few kisses he ran his hand lightly through them and raising his hand to a slap he looked at me firmly.
"Can I?" He asked.
I rolled my eyes as if he were asking a rhetorical question. "Of course."
I felt a surge of heat as he slapped my ass. He smiled at the realization that I liked it and seemed to be delighting in the fact that I was getting over horny. He took off my panties and placed a few kisses on my butt and then between my thighs. He tricked me every minute, coming close to where I wanted him so much, but back to my thighs.
"Please, Mitch," I moaned, begging.
He gave me a wicked look and plunged his tongue between my sex, starting gently but then increasing in intensity. My back arched each time her tongue played with my clit, making circular motions. MItch gripped my hip so I would not move away from him, sliding one of his fingers inside me, making me tremble with pleasure.
"Oh my gosh... righ there baby, yeah."
I thought Mitch was the selfish or extremely sexist type in bed, but it was totally the opposite. He was giving me every possible pleasure I could imagine, even though I felt his cock hard against me, clearly asking for something more.
He went back to my thighs and let me turn, facing him again. I grabbed him by the hip as he pulled off his underwear, letting his cock show, big and thick. I could not expect less from Mitch Rapp.
I stared at him avidly, clearly showing my satisfaction."Now, it's my turn."
I started by the head, giving little kisses and licks, letting me tease him. I opened my mouth and began to suck it slowly, gradually increasing speed. My hand going down and up, accompanying the movement of my mouth. He was relaxed, his head hanging back as he moaned, which left me with even more desire to suck him. I left my hands on his cock and went down to the balls, licking carefully and placing them in my mouth which made Mitch even more excited.
"Oh fuck, this is ... this is so good." He moaned.
I sucked his cock again as his hands gripped my hair, controlling the movement of my head as I plunged deeper and deeper. I noticed that his cock was growing harder and he moaned more and more intensely. I increased the speed of my movements, and Mitch gave a loud moan, pushing me away. I looked at him confused.
"So close, but not yet" he said, sighing exasperatedly.
I smiled, enjoying the sense of give pleasure to him. He got up from the bed and opened the drawer of the nightstand where there were several condoms. I looked at him in surprise, arching my eyebrows.
"I'm busy, not dead." He replied ironic.
"Okay" I said, nodding. "But that's not necessary, I have an IUD."
He sighed relieved and threw the condom on the floor, joining with me on the bed again. I fit into his lap. and finally felt him inside me. Mitch let me take control for a moment and I swirled obscenely in his lap, one of his hands on my breast and the other on my butt, pressing hard. The feeling of having him inside me was incredible and extremely delicious, as I had never experienced before.
He laid me down on the bed, taking control back and I spread my legs around his hip as he thrust hard. I grabbed his hair as he went and back against my body, slowly but surely. I gave myself totally to the moment, moaning and giving Mitch all of me. I pulled him close and kissed him again, our breath catching, between moans and kisses.
He pressed one of his arms against the wall and the other into my neck, coming in now with more intensity, tearing me and making me groan obscenely, trying not to shout enough to wake someone in the house. He realized I was almost enjoying myself and massaged my clit with his fingers.
My body was totally at his mercy. I could not think of anything or have any logical reasoning. My body responded only to the reflexes he caused me, my back arching and my sex getting wetter feeling him inside me.
Mitch pressed his cock harder and harder until I came to my orgasm, my legs sagging with pleasure, completely wobbly, still feeling him inside me for a few seconds, increasing even more the ecstasy of that moment. Before he could finish, I pushed him away and sucked him hard again, my hand holding his dick again. It lasted for a few seconds, until he moaned with pleasure, his semen scattered across my face and through my mouth.
He looked at me with a hot and tired smile and said "You're such a good bitch Y/N."
I smiled and continued to take his milk as I watched him squirm in the bed, his sensitive body after the orgasm holding on so as not to discount the spasms in me. I kissed his cock, his thighs, delighting myself with that moment until Mitch pulled me away.
I rolled over to the side of the bed, finally resting my body. I closed my eyes and let myself relax for a few minutes, just listening to Mitch get up and go to the bathroom. He went back to the bed and sat down next to me.
Mitch reached down to gently rub my leg, waking me from the little nap. I opened my eyes and found him holding me a shirt.
"Thanks but I think I'd better get my own clothes." I said getting up from the bed, looking for my pieces of clothes lying on the floor.
Mitch snorted. "You say that don't like to run away but at the first opportunity, that's exactly what you do."
I stared at him, perplexed by his daring to challenge me. If Mitch thought I could not spend the night there and see what would happen, he was wrong.
"Okay." I said getting up from the bed. "I'll stay, but I need a shower first."
He smiled and handed me the shirt and a towel. When I finished the shower, I found him lying on the bed, just in his underwear, his arms folded around his neck, a clear air of satisfaction on his face. I was wearing just my panties and his t-shirt. I rolled over to where he was and sat again on his lap.
"Are you satisfied now?" I asked.
Mitch smirked, confirming my question. He ran his hand down my thighs, climbing into my shirt. I gave a little moan.
"Are you ready for it?" Mitch whispered in my ear, and I knew at that moment that the night was just beginning.
