Prompt: She was the sun and he was the moon. She was light and he was darkness. She was love and he was incapable of it.
Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cum on Face/Body, Titty Fuck, Fingering, Swearing, Violence, Rough Sex, Fluffy Sex, Badass!Reader, Multiple Descriptive Deaths, and Unprotected Sex (Cover your stump before you hump).
Word Count: 7,833 (I decided to write two different smut scenes in this one fic and it’s so worth it because one’s hella hot and the other’s super emotional)
A/N: Ever since the trailer came out, my fingers have been itching to write something about Mitch Rapp but I just couldn’t come up with any ideas. And then Jaymes Young released this single from the heavens above (God bless) and inspiration hit me like a fucking truck.
P.s. This is definitely in my top 5 favorite fics I’ve ever written and I really hope you guys like it as much as I do.
With a mixture of determination inside of anger (and even lust), Mitch Rapp let out a strangled grunt as he tackled (Y/N) onto the ground for the millionth time tonight. It’s been hours since he started training her and by the look of exhaustion on her face, he could tell she was incredibly sick of it. Her face was scrunched up and she bit down on her bottom lip, but not in the way he was used to seeing when he was slamming into her and fucking the gorgeous girl senseless. She was tired and annoyed, her features scrunching up because she was in pain and her lip being tugged in between her teeth to keep from yelling at the man hovering over her.
“Come, on (Y/N).” Mitch sighed when she gave a pathetic attempt of getting him off of her. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”
“That’s because I’m not. I’m tired and I just want this to be over already.” She retorted, not even hiding her temper. The usually bubbly and happy girl was irritated and sore, beyond ready to take a soothing shower to relax all of her aching muscles.
“Well, if this were a real fight your wishes would’ve certainly been granted by now.” He replied, not making any effort to get off of her.
“Really?” She asked.
“Yes, because you’d be dead.”
“Fighting back is too hard.” She groaned, letting her head fall onto the floor as she shut her eyelids in an attempt to rest. “Maybe I’d be better off dead considering it requires less work.”
“Hey, open your eyes.” Mitch stated, getting a hold of her chin in his calloused hand and she reluctantly obliged. “Being dead is not the better option and you know it. Now, defend yourself and push me off of you.”
“I can’t.” (Y/N) shook her head, sighing. “I’m too tired.”
“This isn’t a suggestion. This is an order.” The assassin commanded, a stream of lust rushing through her body as an immediate reaction. “Do as I say, (Y/N).”
“I’m not one of your recruits, Mitch.” The young woman bit down on her lip and he instantly noticed the lustful meaning behind it. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Princess, I already am.” Rapp smirked, his dick straining against his boxers at the sight of her continuing to chew on her bottom lip. “Push. Me. Off.”
(Y/N) shook her head as a smirk appeared on her mouth and it made Mitch’s heart stop from how alluring she looked. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips plump and swollen, her eyes playful as they stared up at him, her soft hair sprawled out on the floor and even the sweat accumulated on her forehead made her glow beautifully. He has yet to admit it and there’s a good chance he never will, but this girl beneath him had Mitch completely wrapped around her finger.
After Katrina, his entire world fell apart. His first love’s death ended up creating a gaping hole inside of Rapp’s heart. He tried to heal himself with anything he could find, but his wound just continued to bleed. Food, alcohol, drugs, sex, violence and eventually revenge were different ways the young man seeked to bandage himself up. But, the bleeding still managed to ooze through. That is, until he met her.
(Y/N) waltzed into his life unexpectedly and did the one thing he couldn’t even do for himself. Without knowing it, she reached into his wounds and pulled the core of the pain that was holding him to his dreadful past out and destroyed it, showing Rapp how to make peace and find the balance he was so desperately looking for.
“You need to stop biting your lip or you’ll find yourself getting fucked mercilessly by me in a matter of seconds.” Mitch warned her, (Y/N)’s core already drenching her laced panties. “So, unless you want that, you need to stop biting your fucking lip.”
She didn’t say anything, she just prepared herself for the intense fun that was about to come as she stared him straight in the eye and bit her lip one last time.
Mitch immediately snapped and his mouth was crashing on hers in seconds, just like he promised. He lifted himself slightly so he could open her legs before him and fit himself in between them as her hands flew to his long and silky hair, her lips deepening their passionate kiss so she could push her tongue inside of his warm mouth. (Y/N) couldn’t hold back her moans at how skillful and dominant he was with his tongue, glad that they were already on the floor and she didn’t have to worry about falling down from how weak her knees felt. When they both needed to breathe, Rapp bit down on her bottom lip (because he had been wanting to do that all night) and pulled before completely letting go for their lungs to catch the air they were begging for.
His hands flew to the over sized shirt she was wearing, that just so happened to be his, and didn’t even think twice before effortlessly ripping it apart. A gasp emitted from her throat and he simply smirked before lifted her back off of the floor to reach behind and unclasp her bra, he would’ve happily torn that apart as well but he knew she wouldn’t like it. After pulling down the straps, (Y/N)’s bra was flung across his apartment and neither one of them cared enough to see where it could’ve possibly landed.
Mitch’s lips instantly wrapped around one of her breasts, his tongue flicking her perky nipple, and (Y/N) arched her body into his bare chest. She immediately moaned when she felt his hard bulge poke the inside of her thigh and she knew that from how turned on they both were, this would be over faster than it even started. Just as Rapp bit down on her nipple and a strangled whimper fell from her lips, one of (Y/N)’s hands moved to the hem of his sweatpants and pulled at it so that her other hand could push past both it and his boxers. As soon as her hand wrapped around his erection, Mitch hummed in appreciation against her breast causing vibrations to immediately shoot throughout her entire body and land in her aching core.
(Y/N) tightened her grip on him before slowly pumping Mitch’s shaft and he had to actually stop giving (Y/N) her share of pleasure because there was so much of it flooding inside of him that he couldn’t concentrate. Mitch rested his head on her bare chest and allowed her to continue working on him, occasionally thrusting his hips into her hand to let her know he wanted her to move a little faster. The sight of him drowning in his own desire in front of her was enough to make (Y/N) come undone right there, but she held back as much as she could. It was when Mitch moaned again against her that she knew she needed him fucking her as soon as possible.
“Mitch, I need you baby.” She mewled and the young man’s cock twitched at the sound alone.
Even though his body screamed at him for it, he placed his hand on her arm and pulled her grip off of his cock. But, she managed to swipe up the leaking precum from his tip before he did and she instinctively brought the salty liquid up to her mouth, gladly sucking on her finger. Rapp’s own finger traced down her stomach to the hem of her soaking panties and even though her body was extremely heated and sweaty from their training session, his touch left goosebumps on her skin. Pulling down her panties with both of his hands and placing it on the floor beside them, the next to go were his sweatpants followed by his boxers.
(Y/N)’s eyes fell to the dark hair below his stomach before they trailed down to his erection, the sight of Mitch’s red and swollen tip making her lick her lips. The assassin’s hands gripped harshly onto her thighs and spread them apart before lining himself at her entrance and slamming in without giving her as much as a warning. (Y/N) screamed in response, her body arching up, and Mitch didn’t even wait for her to adjust before already thrusting into her warmth. It was a good thing she was incredibly lubricated from how turned on she was as he fucked her rapidly, both seeking their release as fast as they could.
Rapp looked down at her bouncing tits then to their connecting bodies and moaned at the delicious sight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. (Y/N)’s own eyes were shut tight as she concentrated on the orgasm she knew would soon be arriving. Even though the sound of his skin slapping against hers was loud and wet, (Y/N) surprisingly loved the feeling of his balls slamming against her ass repeatedly along with the familiar and amazing feeling of his thick width stretching her tight walls. Knowing she was undoubtedly close to her peak, Mitch brought one of his hands down to her clit and began rubbing furiously in sync with his pounding. (Y/N) immediately screamed, the overwhelming pleasure too much on her and in a matter of seconds a flash of heat spread throughout her. He continued pressing, circling and flicking her nub and she couldn’t find the will to stop the pornographic noises that rose in her throat from escaping as she dissolved into his skilled hand.
It took everything Rapp had in him not to cum right when she did and clenched around him, his self control insanely impressive. The moment she finished getting down from her high and gripped onto his shoulders to tell him to stop, Mitch did and ignored the throbbing in his dick as he pulled out. Pushing away the sleepiness that threatened to take over her from just having a mind blowing orgasm, (Y/N) grabbed his hips and guided Rapp to place his cock wet with her juices in between her breasts. He understood what she was offering him and he smiled smugly at her. The beautiful woman pressed her breasts together around him to create a tighter environment and he began to thrust. From the mixture of how good it felt to fuck in between her breasts, watch her close her eyes and bite down on her extremely swollen lips, and the fact that he was already near his orgasm, it didn’t take long for Mitch to reach it.
After a few quick thrusts, his tip released hot cum as his body accepted the unbelievable pleasure that came with it. (Y/N) was caught by surprise when his liquid coated not only her chest, but her chin and a bit even managed to reach her bottom lip. However, she certainly didn’t hate it. Actually quite the opposite, to be exact. As Rapp came back down from his euphoria, she licked her bottom lip and enjoyed his taste on her tongue.
Bringing his hand over to his torn short on the floor, Mitch used the leftover fabric to clean up the mess he created on her body. She smiled up at him at his sudden kindness, but failed to notice the light blush painting his cheeks. The warmth she caused on his skin similar to the warmth she sparked inside of him. Mitch Rapp was a cold, distant and emotionless man before her. His entire purpose was to destroy and kill, never feeling the need to go beyond that. However, (Y/N) went out of her way to show him he wasn’t just a weapon nor a machine, but an actual human. She was the sun that brightened his life when he didn’t even know what light looked like anymore. She shined on him and, Mitch being the moon, he reflected the light she gave him.
The heartbreaking part is he will never allow himself to accept the fact that he was falling for her thanks to his concern of not being able to get back up. It’s not that she won’t catch him, he’s certain she would, it’s the fact that as his feelings for her grow so does his fear of losing her. That’s the biggest problem about loving someone: the vulnerability. As soon as someone becomes an important part of your life, it’s agonizing to know that they can be snatched away at any moment.
That’s why Mitch Rapp doesn’t do love because he doesn’t tolerate chance or risks. He’s an assassin and he’s trained to be objective, analytical, cold, and logical. All things love does not consist of.
“Alright,” Mitch cleared his throat, standing from the floor and picking up his clothes. “Five minute break and then we’re back to training.”
“What?!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up as he dressed himself.
“You heard me.” Rapp stated, walking over to where he spotted her bra and tossed it to her. “You had your break, now it’s time to get back to work.”
“Mitch, I don’t want to train anymore.” She disagreed, but put on both her panties and bra nonetheless.
“I don’t care.” He shrugged. “We’re not finishing until you get it right.”
(Y/N) knew that there was no point in trying to get herself out of this one, Mitch was too persistent. She simply sighed before walking over to his bedroom and approaching his wardrobe to grab a shirt and leggings out of the drawer that was specifically separated for her clothes. She heard the sound of his feet patting against the hardwood floor as he also entered his bedroom and made his way over to his bed to grab the shirt that was laying amongst the sheets. In complete silence, the two finished dressing themselves before Rapp turned around to look at her as he ran his fingers through his hair.
“Do I at least have time to take a quick shower?” (Y/N) asked, slightly annoyed.
“What’s the point if you’re just gonna get sweaty again?” Mitch questioned and she immediately huffed, walking back out into the living room. He sensed he had said something that ticked her off, but he couldn’t exactly understand what or why.
“What is it?” He asked, following her.
“Nothing.” She shook her head, pulling the hair tie on her wrist off so she could put her messy hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s just get this over with already.”
“Fine by me.” Mitch shrugged.
The moment she finished fixing her hair, the assassin charged towards her. (Y/N) immediately reacted and dodged his first attempt to wrap his strong arms around her shoulder, but failed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Using his free hand, Rapp grabbed her other wrist and she groaned when she realized she couldn’t use her hands anymore. Forcing her to use another method of defense and she instantly turned her body so her back was against his chest and his hands were twisted awkwardly, making it hard for him to be the one with the edge. She thought she had it all figured out until Mitch, suddenly, used the situation he was in to his advantage and locked her into his hold by pressing his arms against her chest and forcing his on her back.
“Okay, okay!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “You made your point, I’ll use another tactic. Let me out.”
“No, you never know what awful situation you’ll find yourself in.” Rapp stated. “Get yourself out.”
With anger striking inside of her, (Y/N) used her elbow to nudge it into his stomach and her lover immediately grunted in reaction. The small distraction was enough to allow her to free herself and she smiled proudly when she did.
“See? You can do this.” Mitch smirked, rubbing the area she just hurt before approaching the kitchen and pulling out a knife from its stand. “Here.” He said, handing her the knife. “Attack me.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” (Y/N) sighed, looking up at him with narrow eyes.
“This is ridiculous.”
“Just, do it.” Rapp commanded. “I’ll be fine, you won’t hurt me.”
“I know I won’t hurt you. It’s me I’m worried about.” She explained, the knife being awkwardly held in her hand. “What if I slip up and cut myself?”
“I won’t let that happen.” Mitch spread his feet and planted them on the floor. “Now, come on.”
(Y/N) took a deep breath, then, rushed towards him with the knife raised in the air. She tried to attack him through a surprising angle, but being the expert that he is, Mitch easily saw it coming. Effortlessly knocking her arm with his, the knife fell to the ground and the sound of the metal loudly clanging against the hardwood floor echoed through the room. (Y/N) expected Mitch to stop there and show her what she had done wrong, but instead he grabbed her waist and slammed her up against the nearest wall. The air in her lungs instantly being knocked out from the sudden force as her head harshly hit the wall and she didn’t even try to hide how it hurt her.
“Seriously?” Rapp scoffed. “That was the stupidest method you could’ve used. Anyone in there right mind would’ve seen it coming.”
“Get off of me.” She demanded, pushing his arms off of her body but failing.
“No, listen to me-”
“No, you listen to me, Mitch.” (Y/N) angrily interrupted, pushing his arms again and this time he actually let go. “I’m tired and I’m sore. You just fucking hurt me and didn’t even notice it because you’re too obsessive with this shit.”
“I’m sorry.” He apologized, genuinely upset with himself for causing her pain. “But you have to learn.”
“No, I don’t. I don’t want to learn to be an assassin like you.”
It was a simple comment, never made to hurt him and, yet, it did. Mitch was slightly taken aback, but managed to clear his throat before speaking in favor of his case.
“I’m not teaching you to be an assassin.” He stated. “I’m teaching you to defend yourself in case you ever need to.”
“Why would I need to?” (Y/N) questioned loudly. “I’m not constantly in dangerous situations like you.”
But you could be. Mitch thought to himself, considering the possibilities of his enemies ever finding out that his biggest weakness was the girl standing right before him.
“Jesus Christ, Mitch, I’m a wedding planner!” She continued, now pacing the area in front of him. “I promote love, not violence!”
“You’re not promoting violence!” Mitch responded, now shouting along with her. “You just have to be safe! Because I don’t want anything to ha-”
The assassin instantly stopped himself before he could go any further. But, (Y/N) certainly wasn’t having any of it. Mitch Rapp was about to say something he felt for the first time since they met and she wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.
“Anything to what?!” She questioned, taking a step towards him. “Finish your sentence, Mitch.”
Frustration boiled inside of her when he refused to say anything, instead his hard eyes remained on hers as her blood heated up. (Y/N) was tired of this lifestyle they had together where he denied any bit of feelings towards her and they pretended like that was okay. She knew he was a hard person to crack, but she also knew that deep down he definitely felt something for her. Every question she’s ever had about them invaded her thoughts all at once and she seriously thought her head would explode. Until, finally, her temper and patience did.
“What are we?” She asked, feeling small and vulnerable. However, once again, Rapp failed to speak. “Mitch!”
His problem solving abilities searched through every bit of knowledge he had achieved over the years in order to fix this, but his mind couldn’t find anything to help him. This wasn’t the type of issue that could be solved logically or without any emotion and Mitch was terrified of it. On one hand, he could tell her the truth about his love for her (but that means starting a relationship with her which could end up getting her killed) or he could just lie.
As much as it pained him, Mitch Rapp chose the second option.
“Nothing.” He stated, watching as she shattered into pieces. “We’re nothing.”
“So, you’re telling me that every night we spend together wrapped into each other’s arms is nothing?” (Y/N) began, not caring that he could see tears now streaming down her cheeks. “Or how I have a drawer in your wardrobe specifically for my clothes since I’m constantly here with you because we’re nothing? You’re telling me that my definition of home no longer being a place, but actually being you is a result of nothing?”
Mitch only thought of his answers and didn’t dare say them, the main one consisting of: Of course not, there’s no way you could be just nothing when you’re everything to me.
“Mitch, I need you to be honest with me. Please, don’t hold back.” She requested, her heart beating faster in fear of the answer to the question she was about to ask. “Am I just an easy fuck to you?”
His cold heart sunk into his stomach and was instantly consumed by the agonizing acid, the pain he felt from her incorrect assumption greater than any broken bone or bullet wound he’s ever received. Mitch didn’t have the capacity to respond and (Y/N) interpretated the tense silence as an answer.
She was well aware that Rapp believed he was incapable of love and, in the time they spent together, she desperately tried to show him he was wrong. And, yet, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough, she thought.
With a heavy heart, (Y/N) walked over to the door to his apartment and put on her shoes that were resting on the welcome mat. As soon as she finished, she opened the front door and looked back at him one last time.
“Mitch, I know you’re not whole after everything that’s ever happened to you.” She sobbed. “But, you can’t fix yourself by breaking me.”
(Y/N) didn’t even bother staying to hear what he could possibly say, if he even had it in him to say anything at all, she simply walked out of the door as Mitch watched her leave. The thing about this girl is that she somehow managed to open the door to his heart again, only to end up closing her own because of him. Rapp was like a deadly virus and he knew it.
The uncontrollable tears escaped her eyes as (Y/N) exited the apartment complex and reached into her pocket to find her cellphone with the intent of calling for an Uber when she realized she was wearing leggings and had left her phone inside of Mitch’s. There was no way she was turning back now and getting it, she’d much rather buy a new one than ever have to go through facing him again. Walking towards any direction, not really caring where she was headed to, (Y/N) sobbed loudly in the dark and lonely streets. A gust of cold wind flew against her and danced on her skin, the young woman shivering in response. However, the shivering because of the cold was nothing compared to the shaking she was about to feel in a matter of seconds.
When (Y/N) least expected it, a loud sound of tires screeching against the asphalt of the road snatched her attention and she turned towards the source. Suddenly, a black car stopped right in front of her and a set of two incredibly large men rushed out of it and charged at her. A mixture of fear and adrenaline attacked her body before they could. (Y/N) immediately moved into action and turned around to run away, but one of the attackers wrapped his strong arms around her. She knew she wasn’t equipped enough to fight them off, now regretting ever disagreeing with Mitch about him training her, and the only chance she had of surviving would be to escape. Just like she did a few minutes ago, (Y/N) pushed her elbow into the stomach of the person holding her but much harder this time. The man gasped when the air was knocked out of him and loosened his grip enough for her to slip out.
Just when she thought she could run away, the other man grabbed her waist and she screamed loudly when he pulled her back towards them. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do next, but she knew that she was absolutely terrified. Her mind immediately thinking about Mitch and all of the times he told her: You can’t rely on other people to swoop in and save you, you have to save yourself. And (Y/N) cried and struggled in the stranger’s grasp, but she knew she couldn’t save herself. It was too late.
The man grabbed her wrists and held it behind her back, pulling out a zip tie from his pocket and locking her hands together. The one she hit had finally managed to recompose himself and, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, he put a dark pillowcase over her head. Everything immediately going to black.
Mitch Rapp paced his living room, constantly running his hand through his strands of dark hair. If this were a cartoon he certainly would’ve created a hole in the hardwood floor by now.
He hated himself for letting her believe she was nothing but a fuck toy to him and how he just let her walk away. He despised that he didn’t know how to deal with the insane amount of emotions pooling inside of him. But, mainly, Rapp loathed that he couldn’t love her the way she deserved to be loved.
I have to go after her. Mitch thought to himself, rushing towards his bedroom to switch out of his sweatpants and into regular blue jeans. The biggest problem was he had no idea where she could’ve possibly gone. It’s been about twenty minutes since she stormed out which meant she could be anywhere at this point.
An idea struck into his mind and Rapp immediately approached his cellphone on the bed side table, pressing on her contact number and calling her. His nerves danced on his skin as he listened to the rings and waited impatiently for her to pick up when he, suddenly, heard another phone ringing in his bedroom. The sound was muffled and hard to locate its source, but Mitch eventually did. Finding (Y/N)’s cell tangled into the sheets of his bed, his mind realizing she had left without grabbing it first. Rapp let out a groan of frustration before ending the call and throwing his phone on the bed with hers.
There was only one option left: go to her house and hope to God she went there after their fight. Mitch got his car keys and a loaded gun, because the man never left the house without being armed, before slipping on his shoes and walking out of his door. His foot unexpectedly stepped on something new and the sound of crumpling paper stopped him in his tracks. Looking down to the floor, he realized there was a letter made out of cut out magazine parts on his doormat. Rapp’s curiosity took over and the young man bent down, grabbing the piece of paper. His eyes immediately widened when he realized his name was on it.
Mitch Rapp, it’s your life in exchange for hers. You can still save (Y/N).
Normally, the assassin would be calm and strategical in a dangerous situation, but he has never faced one quite like this. His breath hitched in his throat and his hands began to shake at the thought of the one thing he was terrified of actually happening. He knew what this was about, he knew this was a gang of terrorists he certainly pissed off and were now going after him. And Rapp knew he could easily kill every single one of them thanks to his alarming amount of skills, yet, he couldn’t help feeling scared.
His mind instantly pictured (Y/N) terrified in the warehouse of the address Mitch recognized under the threat. He felt sick as he imagined the horrible and disgusting things ways they were probably torturing her to extract information on him. This was the day Mitch Rapp was so afraid of, but he wasn’t going to stand around and do nothing. Without second thought, Mitch decided he was going to give himself up for her.
The assassin quickly ran into his car and sped to the location they held her in. It was a utility warehouse meant for stocking cargo that needed to be shipped internationally. As soon as he arrived, Mitch didn’t even wait before arming his gun and rushing out of his vehicle, shooting the two men that were there waiting for him straight in the head. Mitch Rapp usually had mercy, but certainly not towards the people who dare kidnapped (Y/N). He would do and kill anything to make sure she got out of here safe.
The five men inside of the warehouse immediately jumped when the sudden and loud banging of a door being kicked down echoed through the empty space. (Y/N)’s wet and sore eyes from crying so much searched for the source of the invasion and her heart stopped then melted in her chest when she saw a very angry Mitch Rapp standing in the doorway with his gun held up. It didn’t matter that there was tape stretched across her lips, (Y/N) somehow managed to smile at his arrival and she cried even more.
Rapp’s eyes landed on the girl he loved and rage boiled up inside of him like never before at the sight of her hands tied to a chair, duct tape on her mouth, her ponytail uncharacteristically messy from the amount of times they must’ve pulled on her hair as they forced her around, and her eyes bloodshot. The man was about to ensue hell because they had laid a finger on her and nothing was going to stop his blood lust. Without even saying anything, Mitch’s finger pulled the trigger of his gun and a bullet landed right in the spot in between one of the men’s eyes. The terrorist instantly fell limp to the ground, blood pooling around his dead body.
“One down, four more to go.” Rapp threatened, taking a step towards the remaining men and they began to wonder whether or not this plan was a good one. “Who’s next?”
All of them lifted theirs guns and positioned them in front of Mitch but despite the fact that he had four powerful weapons pointed at him, his only concern was about the crying girl strapped to the uncomfortable chair. It didn’t matter that he was at a serious disadvantage or that this was the exact kind of situation Stan Hurley told him to always avoid getting himself into, Rapp held his position and never faltered.
“Answer my question!” Mitch shouted, his veins bulging against his neck.
“She is next if you don’t put that gun down!” One of the men threatened with a strong foreign accent, lifting (Y/N)’s head up by her hair and placing the cold metal tip of his gun against her temple.
Rapp had more than four bullets in his load and he could easily kill every single one of them in the next minute, but what was to say they wouldn’t kill (Y/N) before their own deaths? As much as he didn’t want to, Mitch dropped his gun down to the ground and kicked it towards the terrorists before lifting his hands up to show them they were unarmed. Another one of them, with his gun still raised, approached Rapp and patted him down to see if he truly was clean and quickly realized he was. The man stuffed his gun in the waistband of his pants and pulled Mitch’s hands behind his back, holding them in place.
“Do you have any idea how much money is on your head?” The one holding (Y/N) captive spoke up, looking at the assassin with a sick smile on his face. “You’re a valuable man, Mitch Rapp.”
“Just let her go.” He demanded, his eyes staring into (Y/N)’s and hers gazing right back at his.
“Hmm, it seems that I owe you an apology for we won’t be able to keep our promise.” The criminal stated and Rapp’s heart stopped instantly. “You see, your precious little girlfriend here surprised us all when she killed one of our own. She must die as well.”
“Don’t you fucking dare!” Mitch yelled angrily and desperately, the man holding him struggling to keep him in place. “This is about me! Take me!”
“Mitch, think of how romantic it’ll be!” The man laughed. “The two lovers having their last day on Earth together? It can’t get more poetic than that.”
“I am not here to play your games.” Rapp warned, his anger strong enough to start a war. “Let her live or you’ll regret ever crossing me.”
“I’d like to see you prove it.”
The sentence was enough to spark action inside of him and he instantly went to work without stopping to think about the consequences. Harshly pulling his hands out of the man’s grasp, Mitch quickly turned around and grabbed the terrorist’s gun before he could. Spending only a few seconds to arm it, Rapp pulled the trigger and shot a clean bullet through the bad guy’s heart. The assassin turned around and all hell broke loose.
Fear ran through (Y/N)’s body as she watched the men shoot at each other, but she told herself she needed to be strong. Even though the man holding her, without taking the gun off her temple, leaned down to untie her arms from the chair, (Y/N) somehow convinced herself that she was indeed strong. She didn’t let a single sob or whine erupt from her throat, instead she allowed the man to lift her up and wrap his free hand around her.
“Mitch!” He shouted at the same time that another terrorist’s dead body fell to the ground because of the assassin. “Stop right now!”
Suddenly, the criminal threw his gun on the floor and reached into his belt to pull out a huge and sharp knife. Rapp’s entire body went limp as the terrorist held it up against her exposed neck because he knew, that at this point, there wasn’t much he could do. The gun was one thing, but a knife… a knife was much riskier. The assassin had no other choice than to do everything they asked in a final attempt to make sure she lives.
“Put the gun against your head.” The man commanded and Mitch winced before doing exactly as he said, knowing this could possibly be the way he granted her survival. “Now, pull the trigger.”
(Y/N) screamed at the top of her lungs, the sound muffled by the tape but still incredibly strong and loud. Mitch Rapp looked at her one last time, his eyes glossing over with tears, and he enjoyed his last seconds of life by just gawking at her. Despite the eerie situation that sent chills down any man’s spine, he was calm and felt at peace as he memorized every single feature on her beautiful face. Her eyes he so easily found himself getting lost in, her cheeks that flushed whenever he smiled at her, her button nose that scrunched up every time she was concentrated and her perfect lips that were constantly tugged in between her white teeth were the last things he wanted to see before he saw nothing but absolute darkness.
However, (Y/N) was never going to allow that to happen. Just as Mitch took a deep breath in preparation for what he was about to do, she immediately brought her arm up and knocked the bad guy’s own arm as hard as she could just like Mitch did with her earlier. Because he wasn’t at all expecting it, the man instantly dropped the knife and (Y/N) didn’t even wait before grabbing the arm around her with both of her hands and turning around so she could twist it in a painful angle. The man shouted in agony and the two other men left in the room watched in complete awe, both at a loss for words.
(Y/N) bent down and grabbed the knife from the ground before piercing it into his stomach, immediately taking a step back in shock. It wasn’t enough to kill him like she did with the first guy, but it definitely did buy them some time. Enough time for Mitch to snap out of his trance and swoop in, using the gun in his hand to finish him off. The last remaining terrorist looked around the room that was full of the bodies of his friends and he decided he would try to avenge every single one of them.
Throwing his gun aside and grabbing his own knife, the man charged towards Rapp and (Y/N) shouted for him to notice what was going on. Knowing that he wouldn’t really be able to work well with a gun because they were designed for targets at a distance and considering the man was already dangerously close to Rapp, (Y/N) pulled out the knife from her attacker’s stomach and tossed it to Mitch who easily caught it. Just as the foreigner lifted his hand with the knife in it to kill Mitch, the assassin grabbed his arm with his free hand and used his other one to thrust down onto the man’s wrist causing him to drop his weapon. Without waiting, Rapp instantly lifted his knife again and plunged it through the man’s neck, who fell to the ground and died in a matter of seconds.
The two survivors let out deep breaths as a wave relief hit both of them and washed away all of the stress, agony, anger, and fear they had been feeling since they’re fight at Mitch’s. Time slowed down to watch the two lovers turn around towards one another and run into each other’s comforting arms. Rapp instantly wrapped his arms around her body and she used her own hands to grip onto his black shirt, sobs escaping her throat and tears staining his clothes. However, (Y/N) wasn’t the only one crying for Mitch couldn’t hold back his own tears either. Holding her as tight as he could because he was so afraid of letting go, Rapp placed soft kisses on her head (some of his tears falling down on her hair) as they both wept into each other’s arms.
It wasn’t just about the fact that the two almost died that they felt this way, it was mostly about how (Y/N) and Mitch now realize how stupid their fight was. (Y/N) was thankful for what little self defense he taught her because it ultimately saved her life and Rapp discovered he wasn’t willing to push his feelings back anymore. He wanted to love her fully even if it came with agonizing risks.
“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) spoke up first after she pulled off the tape on her mouth, her voice shakey and unstable. “You were right and I should’ve listened to you. I want to be trained, Mitch. Please teach me.”
“Of course.” He nodded, pulling back slightly so he could place his hand on her cheek and bring her face up to look at him. “And I’m sorry, too. I lied to you, (Y/N). You’re not nothing to me, you’re everything.”
For the second time since she’s been kidnapped, she smiled, both times because of the man currently holding her together. As she looked up at him, Mitch used his thumb to wipe away the tears on her skin and she did the same to him. It was a beautiful sight, the two gazing at each other and confessing through their eyes their love for the other. It didn’t matter what came up next to try to destroy them, (Y/N) and Rapp would fight together, side by side.
Desperate lips smashed together as a mixture of sobs and moans transferred through their mouths. Clothes were long gone on the floor, replaced by their naked limbs tangling within each other on Mitch’s bed. (Y/N)’s back arched in complete pleasure as her love continued to pump two fingers into her soaking wet core, quickly helping her reach the point of no return. Rapp moaned, his voice vibrating her mouth, and his cock twitched against her leg the instant she clenched around his fingers with her orgasm. It was her second of the night, the first one coming right after he used only his tongue to pleasure her.
The moment they realized they were no longer in danger, Mitch and (Y/N) rushed home to be as close as humanly possible. What happened tonight took a serious toll on them. (Y/N) wanted to show him that she loved every single thing about him, no matter how different he was from her, and Rapp desperately needed to show her that he was ready for the love they would share because of how (Y/N) made the once numb man actually feel something again.
“Can you handle one more?” Mitch asked the second she shuddered when he removed his fingers from her highly sensitive core and she slowly nodded.
As Rapp placed his wet fingers into his mouth and happily sucked off her juices from his skin, the young man used his other hand to open the drawer in his bedside table and pull out a condom from its box. (Y/N) took it from him and ripped the package open with her teeth, Mitch watching in awe, before putting it on his hard erection. Removing his fingers from his mouth, Rapp got a hold of his shaft and positioned himself at (Y/N)’s entrance. He gazed into her eyes in a way to ask for permission and she gladly nodded, her own beautiful pupils looking up at the man hovering over her in amusement when she noticed an odd emotion flicker in them.
Mitch lowered his head and looked at their bodies that were about to connect before looking up at her chest rising and falling and, suddenly, felt extremely nervous. He took a deep breath as the back of his eyes started to burn with upcoming tears.
“What’s wrong?” (Y/N) asked, placing her hand on his bare chest to stop his actions. “Are you okay?”
Rapp reluctantly looked up into her eyes and she could see his glossing over, her heart instantly wrenching at the sight.
“I’m scared.” Rapp confessed, feeling insanely small and vulnerable.
Without needing him to explain any further for her to understand nor saying a single word, (Y/N) lifted her head and placed a gentle kiss on his plump lips before deepening it. Their kiss was slow and (Y/N) took her time to show him that she wasn’t going anywhere. It was the type of kiss that mended every single broken thing inside of two people. Warmth spread across their bodies eventually turning into a dangerous fire, yet both felt extremely safe in each other’s arms.
Mitch slowly pushed himself into her core and the two immediately moaned in reaction. (Y/N)’s hands flew to his back and gripped tightly as he stretched her walls and Rapp’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how incredible she felt around him. Because she was already so overstimulated, Mitch patiently waited for her to give him the go when he entered her completely. Once (Y/N) nodded, her eyes closed in focus, the assassin slowly pulled back and deeply pushed in again. He kept this steady pace and (Y/N)’s heart fluttered against her chest the second she realized that he wasn’t just having sex with her, but making love to her.
When she opened her eyes to gawk at him, he was already staring at her. Rapp’s eyes were wide as he noticed a smile twitch on her lips before she bit down on them. Normally he would think it was the sexiest thing in the world and it’d seduce him immediately, yet at this exact moment Mitch saw it with different eyes. Of course it was still sexy, but all he saw was pure and innocent beauty behind it.
(Y/N)’s nails dug into Rapp’s back and after a few minutes of this deep and slow thrusting, she could sense her fourth orgasm today alone creeping up on her. Mitch brought his hand down to her thigh and moved it to a deeper angle, now hitting her g-spot and that is what ultimately pushed her over the edge. Rapp groaned out when her nails definitely created bruises in his skin before she came back down from her ecstasy.
Mitch stopped and (Y/N) opened her now sleepy eyes to look at him, asking through her features why he had.
“Can you be on top of me?” Rapp asked, the woman’s breath hitching at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside of her sensitive walls.
Pushing his hips so he could pull out of her, (Y/N) sat up on the bed and moved Mitch so he could lay down. Throwing her leg over his body to straddle him, Rapp settled his hands on her waist before closing his eyes in pleasure when she pushed him inside of her by sitting on his dick. Going slow at first, then picking up the pace, (Y/N) gladly helped him reach his own orgasm. Mitch grunted and moaned as she rode him deliciously until she purposely clenched around him and he instantly came undone. The girl watching in complete awe, her lover never looking more beautiful than in this exact moment.
It was said before that (Y/N) had him completely wrapped around her finger, but what wasn’t mentioned is how Mitch Rapp is the one that holds this woman’s heart in his hands. Even though he couldn’t be more wrong, Mitch strongly believes that he is a danger and a burden to her because they were so different. Because he was the moon and she was the sun. Because he was war and she was peace. He was violence and she was love. He was pain and she was happiness. He was was death and she was life. He was darkness and she was light.
However, what Rapp didn’t understand at the moment but (Y/N) would make sure he did in the future was that he wasn’t her destruction like he initially believed to be: He was her salvation.
Of course everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life, but it’s also beautiful to be the moon like Mitch Rapp and brighten in the darkest hour.
Summary: A little headcanon on how would be the first time these HP characters say they love you, the reader.
These three little words had more meaning to Remus than any other word had, to him, they held so much power and emotion he couldn’t just say them to anyone at any time. He had to think it through, was it really worth it put someone’s life in danger, your life in danger, just because his heart was completely drawn to you? He had to be certain that he could protect you and that you would be safer by his side than by yourself, that you were really indeed happier when he was present. He had to be sure you weren’t just infatuated with each other, and yes, truly, in love. And it was on this particular day that he was sure. You were inside Honeydukes in complete awe with all the sweets available, hands full of Chocolate Frogs and pixie puffs, you looked at all sides trying to find sweets enough to take some back to your friends and Remus couldn’t help the feeling he had looking at you, so he simply smiled and said “I love you”. Sure you dropped all the chocolate on the floor and breathed a shaky “W-what?” at your boyfriend’s sudden realisation, but he said it again with all the conviction in the world, receiving an ecstatic kiss and a very sweet “I love you too, Moony.” just right back.
Sirius was the opposite, the words never meant much to him. They held no power to him, in his logic to prove love was to show love. His way to say “I love you” was by saying “take care of yourself” and “be safe”, it was waking up during the night just to see if you weren’t having any nightmares and it was making you your favourite tea and read you a book when you where indeed having them. It was giving you his jumper whenever you forgot yours and spend the entire day in the library with you even if he disliked being there. But when Sirius realised that those words meant something to you, he would hold your face and say “I’m sorry I don’t say this as much as I should but I do love you, sweetheart, I really do, so much.” and would press his lips on yours passionately, surprised because differently from the other times he had spoken those little words, they this time, held more meaning than they had ever done, and ever since that day he would say it often to remind you that he truly, utterly, completely loved you.
James, for a long time, thought those words were silly. He had convinced everyone and even himself that he didn’t believe in that magical cheesy love he easily found on muggle’s romances. It was when he met you that he started changing his mind, it was when you rejected him so many times before accepting to go out with him that he understood that it was possible to hurt from love. It was only when you pressed your silky soft lips on his that he understood what the ‘butterflies’ were and he felt stupid for not believing his friends when they said all that unbelief towards love would backfire. But it was when you were taking a stroll around the Hogwarts’ lake during the winter that he felt the necessity to say those words, it was when you looked at the sky in utter happiness as you felt the first freezing snowflakes falling on your face, frosting your cheeks, it was when you smiled at the sight of snow that you grabbed James’ hands and twirled like a small child during Christmas, it was when you whispered “Snow!” like it was pure magic that he let those words escape his lips, and they escaped so easily, so smoothly that the smile on your face convinced him that love was the best thing in the world.
To Teddy it was relative, he never felt like saying it, it didn’t really matter to him. Even when you started dating, he said it every once in a while that he was in love with you, but never that he loved you. After all, they had a difference and it saddened you a little bit that he would never say it, maybe he wasn’t sure you were the one for him, maybe he was just infatuated? Maybe he didn’t love you? You were a bit let down to be in all honesties, you had been dating for almost two years and he had never said it, not even once, but perhaps that was just his way of being. So you thought that it wasn’t worth confronting him about it, you’d just try to let it go. But on this specific Friday during Summer, you were spending a week with the Potters, and Teddy asked you to dye his hair bubblegum pink. And you agreed, you spread the dye through every soft lock as he sat on a chair in front of a mirror, you noticed he was staring at you through it. You were quietly doing your job, humming one of the lullabies you used to sing for your little siblings, focusing on his hair but the staring wouldn’t stop and when you met his eyes he was trying to hold a smirk. “What are you staring at, Lupin?” you asked raising an eyebrow, “You, (Y/L/N)” he replied, not holding back his infamous smirks. “And why’s that?”“Because you’re stunning and I love you.” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You do?” You heart had nearly stopped, he had said it, he had freaking said it for Merlin’s sake. “I do, (Y/N), very much.” He said smiling at you. “Well, I-I love you too, Teddy.”
James Sirius Potter
James had a little taste for some of the muggle stuff, his grandfather Arthur Weasley had taught him all he knew about them and even allowed him to borrow his muggle car. One day during summer, when James was talking to you on the phone, you mentioned you had had a fight with your family about some specific grades, that you were really upset and he immediately told you to get ready because he was going to pick you up for a ride, it would make you feel better. He asked his granddad if he could lend him his car to rescue you and soon drove to your house, where you waited sitting on the doorstep, cleaning some of your tears and smiling at the sight of him. You entered the car and he immediately hugged you, you stayed like that for a minute or so, just being close to each other and enjoying the feeling of being in each other arms. “Thank you, James, for taking me away from here.” He kissed your forehead, shaking his head and telling you to put the seat belt on as he started driving. After what felt like ten minutes on the road you opened the window and looked out on it, the comfortable wind refreshing your soul and drying all your tears, your hair flowing backwards as you smiled in contentment. You felt pure bliss, and so did he. James almost couldn’t believe himself on how alluring, sweet and kind you were and how you deserved to be with someone who would love you entirely and make you happy. And in that moment, he knew he wanted to be that person. And as you opened all the windows so the wind would flow through the entire car and you laid your head on his shoulder, he whispered only for you to hear, even though no one was around, “I love you, (Y/N)”. You lifted your head in ecstasy, smiling big, kissing his cheek slowly, “I love you too, Potter.”
Albus Severus Potter
Now Albus would let it slip during a heated fight, he would be so pissed, so furious that all his shy, conserved demeanor would just vanish right away in front of your eyes, he was your best friend and he was exhausted of seeing you giving your all to people who didn’t care for you and ended up tearing your heart apart. He would be so angry at the thought of your heart breaking again in careless hands when he could take such good care of you he would just let it slip, “You just give yourself away to assholes with infinitely lower IQs than yours and end up completely shattered, you don’t deserve this and you hate this feeling yet you always go back to it.” He shouted, “I hate seeing you like this, it’s the absolute worst feeling in the world and it hurts me even more that you keep putting yourself in harmful relationships when you could be with someone who would treat you well and look after you, someone who would love you more than anything in this world and make you happy.” And by that time, tears would be already escaping your eyes, trying senselessly to dry them with the sleeves of your jumper. “Yeah, like who? Who would love me?” You’d scream back. “Me, (Y/N)! I would, I do, so please just stop doing this to yourself and let me love you.” He’d say quietly, his shyness getting the best of him once again, anger long gone by now. And you’d jump in his arms, hiding your face on his chest as tears could not be held any longer. For the first time, you felt like things would be okay and love would finally be kind to you.
You went on a Quidditch game, your house against Slytherin, you didn’t have anything against them, specially since you were dating one, but after that one Slytherin asshole hid all your belongings around the school, ridiculed your house and your friends it became all personal, and you wanted nothing more than your house to crush him and his team. Scorpius was a caring and protective boyfriend, but when it came to Quidditch you guys had agreed you’d cheer for your respective houses and never, ever argue about it. And as you watched the game, booing that shithead and rooting for your house as loud as you could, Scorpius watched you silently from the other side of the field, he observed your clothes all colored in respect for your house and how you laughed and cheered as your house scored. You looked so radiant and so beautiful in that moment, sticking up for your house and yourself, he didn’t know what came into him but when he realised what he was doing he already was in your house’s side of the field in the grandstand and his arms were wrapped around your waist. “What are you doing here?” You asked kissing his cheek, ecstatic to see him but confused since you’d agreed when games like that happened you wouldn’t talk about it or go together, to avoid fights. “I came to root for my girl and her house, no shithead has the right to do this to the girl I love.” “Even if he’s from your house?” “Even if he’s from my house. He’ll be hearing from me afterwards.” He said throwing an annoyed look at the boy, who stared at both of you. You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him right there, your friends cheered for you and let loud “awww”s as he pressed his body against yours, deepening the kiss. “I love you too, Malfoy.”
thought you’d admire someone’s back muscles as much as you did right then.
The skin on
Jungkook’s back looked smooth and tempting; you can almost feel how warm it
would be if you ran your fingers along its dips and planes. You imagined that
if you traced along the space between his shoulder blades with the tip of your
nose, the smell of his skin would make your head spin.
hard muscles beneath, you imagine that his skin would feel silky against your
lips, inviting you to trail soft kisses along the lines of his back.
your book shut and flop over on your stomach, your feet kicking against the
headboard. A wide grin crosses your face as you prop your elbows up on the bed
and rest your head in your hands.
imagination could run as wild as it wanted to but it would never compare to the
that look on your face for?” Jungkook asks, emerging from his cupboard with an
arm full of clothes.
This was requested. Inspired by the song Hello by Beyonce.
This day had been the one I had waited for all my life. The day I married my soulmate, my best friend, Jared Leto. The day I became Y/N Leto.
Jared had been so happy today. When I closed my eyes I could see his pretty blue eyes looking into mine as I reached him at the altar. He had cried when he saw me in the wedding dress. We had said our ‘I do’s and then we had the most amazing ceremony with our friends and family. The entire day had been a blast but the best part was coming. Our two-week honeymoon in Italy.
We finally arrived at the fancy hotel together. We were both damn excited to get in our room that was on the highest level of the hotel. It was like a penthouse just for us! Jared held my hand as we walked into the elevator. ‘’I love you so much’’ I whispered happily. We were both still in our nice wedding clothes. After all, we had gotten married in Italy. It was so beautiful here so it was perfect.
Jared looked extremely hot in his suit and tie. His hair was a little messy from dancing but it was still sexy. I was just getting warm in my dress. ‘’I love you too’’ Jared told me sincerely. Those words still made my heart beat. He didn’t need to spoil me with diamonds and gold to make me love him. Jared was such an amazing man and I was lucky to call him my husband. It still felt unreal!
We got out of the elevator and arrived at our room. It was like a palace! Everything was fancy and gorgeous, even the door knobs. We had plenty of time to check out everything. We hurried straight to the bedroom. Although this was a romantic day, he still teased me and I teased him. We found the huge bedroom quickly. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the golden room. The walls were white with golden patterns. Everything looked like it belonged to a king.
I loved this but I would be happy no matter what as long as I had Jared with me. He let go of my hand and he walked over to the stereo. He wanted to put on some romantic music for us. I saw candles all around the room and a lighter on the nightstand. Of course, I lit the candles. Soon everything was perfect.
Jared turned to face me and he reached out his hand for me.I smiled widely and grabbed it. The music and the candles made this super romantic and sweet. ‘’A dance before the main event could be nice’’ He whispered into my ears, making me giggle.’’Good song choice’’ I let him know while wrapping my arm around him. we were really close and he led me. Slow dancing with Jared was something I appreciated a lot. It was just me and him and the moon on the pretty night sky.
‘’Who doesn’t like Beyonce on their wedding night?’’ Jared thought out loud. Then he put his big hand on my lower back to keep me close. The words were perfect. ‘’ ..Don’t fly me away. Don’t need to buy a diamond key to unlock my heart. You shelter my soul. You’re my fire when I’m cold , I want you to know ..’’ I listened to the words with a smile. Then Jared started singing along with his unbelievably beautiful voice.
‘’You had me at hello, hello, hello, you had me at hello..’’ He sang ever so softly. I looked up into his eyes. I could hear that he meant what he sang. I decided to join him. ‘’Cause it was many years ago baby when you stole my cool, ‘cause you had me at hello’’
Jared smiled at me. Then he stopped dancing so he could place a kiss on my head. My heart was full of joy and happiness. He walked behind me and started to untie my dress. His hands were working smoothly like it was easy. ‘’You’re so gorgeous Y/N’’ He let me know while undressing me. I felt like blushing. Although we had been together for years, his words still made me feel appreciated and happy.
My dress cascaded down and left me in my white underwear. I stepped out of my dress and turned to Jared who was already shirtless. ‘’Let me help you with that’’ I offered him and I hurried to unbutton his black pants. He kept his eyes on me while kicking off his pants. Now we were both in our underwear. I was still amazed by Jared’s body. His personality was fucking perfect and on top of that, he looked perfect. But if he would ever get into an accident and change on the outside, I’d still love him. No one could replace Jared.
‘’Think fast’’ Jared chuckled and quickly picked me up. I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck. We got in bed where he put me down so I was leaning against the soft pillows. He crawled on top of me and I wrapped my legs around him. Finally, he leant down and pressed his silky lips against mine. I shut my eyes and tangled my hand in his hair.His lips felt so marvellous. It didn’t take long until our heated kiss turned really deep. Jared nibbled my bottom lip which made me part my lips.
He used that chance to push his tongue in my mouth. I moaned into our kiss and let him explore my mouth. Our tongues brushed against each other. He was almost choking me because of the amazing kiss. I didn’t want to pull back but we had to breathe. Jared pulled his head back and our eyes met again. Both of our lips tinted red and I saw my lipstick on him.
‘’I want you’’ I admitted heatedly. Jared smirked and then took a deep breath. ‘’I’m right here princess. I’m not going anywhere’’ He promised and then rubbed his hands on my thighs. His delicate touch caused a shiver to run down my spine. He moved his fingers towards my hips and kept a strong look directed to me. I arched my back impatiently which made him press me back down against the bed. ‘’Jared’’ I whined with a pout. ‘’Patience kitten, we have all night’’ He reminded me with a voice that got deeper the hornier he got.
Jared reached for my bra and slipped his hands under my back. As simply as that he unclasped them and threw them away. My chest was exposed to him and I could tell that he enjoyed the sight. ‘’So pretty’’ He purred and cupped my boobs. I bit my lips and smiled. Soon Jared started massaging my boobs and I felt goosebumps on my skin. Damn his touch was magical!
‘’Are you horny?’’ He asked me while pinching my nipples. ‘’Yes Jared’’ I moaned a little bit. I noticed that his blue eyes had turned darker. The more he massaged and pinched my boobs, the more sensitive they grew. I got really wet and these undies were awfully in the way. Jared lowered himself so he could press a kiss on my stomach. Then he planted kisses in a both down towards my heat. Meanwhile, his hands were rubbing my thighs to awake all my senses.
Just as I thought he would touch me down there, he froze. He looked up at me with a devilish smile. ‘’Jared pleaaase’’ I scoffed making him laugh. ‘’Okay baby girl, I won’t be a huge tease tonight’’ He was kind to me. Then he bit the fabric of my panties. I watched as he slid them off with his teeth. Damn, he was hot.
He reached the end of my feet and he threw away my panties. I watched as he got up and he removed his last piece of clothing as well, revealing to me his huge cock that looked pretty hard already. Jared got back in bed and crawled slowly towards me. I smiled at him and did a ‘come here’ motion with my finger, luring him to me. Jared reached me and wrapped his strong arms around my legs.
‘’You’re so wet’’ He stated happily and then faced my wetness. Heck yeah, I was. ‘’Just for you’’ I mewled like a good girl. Jared licked his lips and then lowered himself. I was really impatient and I felt like I would lose my mind soon. Then finally he went down on me. Jared put his mouth on my clit and he licked me so he could get a proper taste of what was his.
I moaned softly because it felt so good already. He gave my clit full attention by licking it and nibbling softly. It didn’t take long until his fingers snaked to me and he pushed two of them inside me. ‘’Fuck’’ I gasped as his long fingers stretched my walls. I grabbed the sheets and looked down at him while he was working his magic. The sight was incredibly hot. Jared kept eye contact with me which made it even more amazing. He knew exactly how to treat a lady!
He curled his fingers and bit my clit a little harder making me moan loudly. ‘’Fuck yes J’’ I responded to his actions. His long fingers brushed against a very sensitive spot and the sweet pleasure from his mouth made it feel fantastic. I pushed my hips up so I could get closer to him. Suddenly Jared started fingerfucking me harder while licking my most sensitive nub.
I nearly rolled my eyes to the back of my head but I wanted to keep eye contact. I could hear how I wet I was. A knot formed in my stomach and I felt like I’d come undone.Jared added pace and it caused me to cry out in pleasure. A few seconds later my orgasm approached and my walls tightened around his fingers. I wailed out his name as the pleasure took over me. Jared still fingered me but slowly so I could ride down my high. A little later he removed his fingers and crawled up to me.
‘’Wanna have a taste?’’ He purred and showed me his glistening fingers. I nodded and opened my mouth happily. He pushed his fingers in my mouth and I started cleaning up nicely. I knew it was one of his weaknesses. I made sure to circle my tongue around his fingers just like I did to him when I was giving him a blowjob. ‘’Okay I think I’m speaking for both of us now, I can’t wait anymore’’ He growled and pulled out his fingers.
Tonight was super special, not just because it was our wedding night, our honeymoon. We would also do it for the first time without a condom. We wanted to be super close. ‘’Are you ready?’’ Jared asked me while getting in place. He grabbed his member and placed his tip at my wet entrance. ‘’Yes’’ I told him and then held onto the sheets again. Jared pushed himself inside of me slowly and stretched me more. It was so different. It wasn’t just a slimy rubber layer. Now I could feel him, skin to skin.
Once he got a few inches in, he lowered himself closer to me so I could hold onto his shoulders. He was huge and that wasn’t a lie. his size always had me surprised. It’s like I could never get used to it and I loved it. Once he was fully inside, he started thrusting softly. It wasn’t rough at all. Things went slowly because we wanted to feel each other. we weren’t fucking, we were making love.
‘’You feel so good princess’’ Jared grunted with a sexy raspy voice. His cock was throbbing in me. I could really feel everything. I bucked my hips towards him to create a slow and steady rhythm. Jared hid his face in the crook of my neck and he started kissing me. The sensitive pleasure was absolutely overwhelming. I dug my nails into his back and curled my toes.
‘’Jared ah..oh my gosh’’ I whimpered in pure bliss. Although he wasn’t pounding in me, I felt like I was a firework. He easily hit my G-spot and each time I felt a wave of pleasure shooting through my body.After a while, we were looking into each other’s eyes again. Our bodies got covered in a thin layer of sweat as we kept going. This felt so special. This was love, not sex. So it was easier to just love it.
‘’I love you so much baby’’ Jared groaned in satisfaction. ‘’I love you too’’ I tried to tell him as steadily as I could but I was a moaning mess. Suddenly he turned us over so he was on his back and I was on his chest. I smiled and tried to sit on him which made me even more sensitive. My hands were on his chest and he grabbed them with his. Then I started riding him slowly so I was practically rubbing myself onto his cock.
I watched how Jared’s confident face turned to a more vulnerable one as I made him feel good. His plump lips parted and the veins under his eyes got more visible. Then he moaned so sexily that simply that could’ve made me come. I loved making him feel good. So I added a little pace and it made me moan too. He was so deep in me that I nearly reached his balls. I couldn’t get enough of him!
‘’Just like that’’ Jared growled and moved his hands onto my hips so he could keep me in place. Jared started moving my hips in a motion that drove us both crazy. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I yelped as he started pounding in and out of me. The pleasure grew so intense that I couldn’t keep myself up anymore. I lied down on his chest so my boobs touched him. Then I squeezed his shoulder tightly as he thrust his cock in me. ‘’You’re so good baby girl’’ Jared purred deeply.
Our eyes met and I got an overwhelming desire to kiss him. So I used my other hand to direct his face closer to me and I pressed our lips together. We were both obviously close to our orgasms so he started adding pace until he was going really hard. I moaned into our sloppy kiss. It felt so good that a tear rolled down my face.
‘’I’m c-close’’ I gasped on top of his lips. Jared nodded and pushed my face closer to his. Just a few seconds later I came the second time tonight. My entire body stiffened for a brief second as my powerful orgasm took over all my senses. I dug my nails into Jared and then I screamed out in satisfaction. All I felt was an amazing bliss of the orgasm and him. Jared had to make me cum before he would.
He still slammed himself into my sensitive wet walls which made my body tremble. His strong arms held me close to him and I knew he wouldn’t let go. Finally, he reached his high as well and an unfamiliar feeling approached. Jared’s cum shot inside me, filling me up. The warm seeds felt strange but I didn’t mind that feeling either. He slowed down until he didn’t move anymore. Yet he stayed inside me.
We were both panting as we came down our highs. I felt like I was in heaven. ‘’Holy shit that was amazing’’ Jared breathed out and ran his hand through my hair. I looked into his eyes and nodded. This got me sleepy but I knew that we were both ready for round two sooner or later.
‘’It sure was but it doesn’t have to stop there’’ I giggled happily. Just then he pulled out and I felt his hot cum squeezing out of me. My eyes shut and I sat up, making his cum run down my leg. Jesus his load was big. ‘’Oh my gosh J’’ I gasped while standing up. My legs were a little shaky which was fine but the cum on my legs felt a little weird. Jared looked at me like he was in a daze or something.
‘’That’s really hot’’ He let me know. ‘’Hot?’’ I smiled. I guess so. ‘’Well..how about we go and check out the bathroom? Maybe we could make this happen again?’’ I suggested flirtily and bit my bottom lip. I didn’t have to tell Jared twice. He got up from the bed and got closer to me. Just as he thought he could pick me up, I stepped back as quickly as I possibly could. ‘’You gotta catch me first’’ I showed him my tongue. Jared gave me a mischievous look. ‘’You’re gonna get it girl’’ He warned me and just like that round two began..
Music Series: Wild Thoughts (cover by Harry Styles)**
Thanks for the request! This is a hard one…pun intended…
Because I LOVE Harry’s cover of it more than the original, I’m basing this imagine from it, but besides the first two lines of each verse…it’s all the same lyrics.
Oh, Spirits of Creative Writing…work your magic on this imagine…and if you speak to the Spirit of Dream Makers, please remind them where to send my Harry clone, because I am not cool enough for the real Harry, please and thank you.
This is “Wild Thoughts” by Harry Styles (DJ Khaled/Rhianna/Bryson Tiller cover), which unfortunately, due to circumstances beyond my control, is not available on Spotify. Here is a LINK to the audio on Youtube. You’re welcome.
First imagine in a couple of weeks and it’s smut…that’s what happens, I guess.
Can you please do how Taeyong, Ten, and Jaehyun’s first kiss would be. If you don’t want to do them all, you can pick one. Thank you and I really love your blog. :)
Finally! Got this one out :-) a lot of people wanted this one more other the other members so I decided to get this one done first. TBH its not my favourite… I thought Taeyong’s was the best but then again he is my bias and I did put a lot more effort and imagination into that one lol
I still hope it’s adequate!
Do you guys want Mark or Haechan next? Please comment or send it in :-)
(he looks so good here i’m literally yodelling)
Jaehyun has really been making me feel unloyal to Taeyong omg
I feel Jaehyun would be a stereotypical romantic and be the gentleman in a relationship
He wouldn’t be the type to befriend you before dating you
From your first meeting, he’d make me clear that he liked you
And would basically flirt with you ALL!!!THE!!!TIME
So before you started dating he’d act a bit like a fuckboy
But when you started dating he’d be an absolute prince
So you met through Doyoung
You were his friend from school, not a super close friend but he had seen you in the street recently
And decided to start speaking to you again
(Not in a romantic way either)
He brought you to practice one day, because you had begged asked him to take out
You weren’t familiar with NCT unfortunately
Doyoung was annoyed at first lol but he got over it and basically gave you the low down on nct and everyone
Which only made you even more intrigued about this group
You came after they had finished practicing so that you wouldn’t distract them, and stayed in another empty practice room with a load of snacks
This boy walked in and grinned at you, his eyes briefly widening to see you
You internally gaped at this boy because he was sO BEAUtiFUL
I won’t describe in detail because this isn’t even part of the story lol
Plus yall know what Jeffery looks like anyway
But lets say its the look from when he debuted in nct u that was a lovely time
He greeted you and winked a couple of times, introducing himself as Jaehyun and that Doyoung had told him to get you
For the rest of the evening, you sat between Doyoung and Jaehyun
Jaehyun sitting closer and closer very very slowly
And all the member of nct 127 introduced themselves and told you about themselves
You told them about yourself and they said how awesome it was to talk to someone who’d treat them as people and not as an idol
And it was all awesome and you basically became best friends with them
Jaehyun got your number that day and wouldn’t stop texting you for ages
Well like a week
He’d send you texts in the morning and evening, when you were eating, asking you if you were okay, just harassing you
It was all very flirty between the pair of you
A lot of kisses and hearts and winking faces put on the ends of messages
A lot of teasing and arrogance from Jaehyun
Then after a week, he just asked you if you wanted to go on a date with him
“Want to go on a date tomorrow?”
Like right in the middle of a conversation to do with birds or something
You agreed because you thought he was gorgeous and funny and interesting
Even if he did come across arrogant, you knew he was secretly sweet as hell
So he took you out on your first date the day after
The stereotypical cinema then restaurant date
Picked you up outside your house with roses and he had specially styled his hair for the date
He was very smiley and polite and held doors for you and insisted on paying for the ticket and food and stood on the side of the road just in case
It was very traditional and gentlemanly of him
He walked you back home, his hand reaching for yours and clasping it tightly midway en route
You stopped outside your house and he turned his body towards yours
Tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, then just let his hand hold your cheek lightly
He looked at you smiling and his eyes were literally glowing because he was just thinking about how lucky he was to have someone like you agree to go on date with him
When you didn’t move and smiled back, he gave you a light kiss on your lips
It wasn’t short like a peck
But it wasn’t super long either
His lips were soft as if he had been using lush’s lip scrub to get them nice silky lips innit
And they were warm and inviting
He didn’t kiss you again that night because he didn’t want to rush things
But when he left you to go back home, he did a little fist punch in the air anD IT WAS ADORABLE
AND HE WAS GRINNING LIKE A FOOL AWE
JAEHYUN SO CUTE
(I’ve just realised there’s not much kissing in this…oh well soz)
Been a rough 48hrs, but I kept thinking about these pieces by @yuutayo and decided to write something inspired by his art once more :)
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Jesse can’t tell which voice belongs to who anymore. There’s
taunting, cheering and a few requests to ‘knock it off’. He tastes blood on his
tongue and his jaw feels loose. His shirt is even slipping off one of his
shoulders from being stretched. There’s a grip on his arm and then another fist
clashes with his jaw. He grins and gazes at his opponent through his bangs.
Jesse attacks and lands his punch. More cheers erupt around them when they
tackle the other to the floor. Jesse lands on top, settled on the other guy’s
hips and pulls his fist back for another assault.
A familiar, strong hand grabs Jesse by the wrist and pulls
him up as if he weighted nothing. He’s pushed against the wall and suddenly
everyone falls silent and steps back.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Gabriel barks to his
agents and some lower their heads. He looks at the man still laying on the
floor before looking at McCree. “I asked a question, soldiers!”
“Milton got handsy.” Jesse smirks down at the agent while
blood drips from his nose.
“Fuck off, McCree!” Milton barks and Gabriel notices his swollen lip as he scrambles to his feet.
“Who threw the first punch?!” Reyes asks, causing both
agents to startle.
“McCree,” Milton quickly says.
Reyes inspects his surroundings. The other agents still
stand near, bowing their heads. A few nod when their commander looks over to
them, but no one gives explanation. Gabriel knows his men and women don’t rat
each other out that easily, but seems the options here are limited.
“Everyone dismissed. Milton and McCree stay.” Gabriel’s tone
lowers, yet they still spread through the hallway until everyone is gone. “One
of you is going to tell me what the hell happened, before I ask.”
They hesitate. Milton rubs the back of his neck and Gabriel
narrows his eyes on him, knowing he is starting to feel guilty about his
“He bitched about me taking his place in the Dorado mission.”
“Language.” Gabriel looks at Jesse, then at Milton.
“With all due respect, sir. I’ve been working hard for this
mission. It’s going to take us maybe a week of stakeout and I thought I was the
right one for this.”
Milton seems like he’s going to say something in return, but
“As much as I hate to admit it, McCree has proven good at
hiding in plain sight. He will know how to get lost in the crowd for days. We
could use that kind for this mission.”
“Ha, told ya,” Jesse elbows Milton who stiffens.
“McCree,” Gabriel says sharply. “But you won’t be bored,
Milton, there’s an upcoming mission in Illios I assigned you for. Not only will you be perfect for it, it can help you improve in other areas. This concern of yours should have been directed to me, not your teammate. Much less in this matter.”
Milton swallows, “Understood, sir. I apologize.”
“Yes, sir.” Milton walks away without another word and Jesse
watches him with a proud smile.
“Wipe that smile off your face.” Gabriel steps closer. “You
started a fight because of that?”
Jesse’s grin fades. “He asked if my legs hurt after spending
so much time on my knees in front of ya.”
Gabriel’s nostrils flare. “You know that’s not true. You
could have told him to take it with me or talked about it yourselves.”
Jesse scuffs, “like he wasn’t right.”
“He isn’t. You know I’ve stayed fair, McCree. It’s you who
makes me think has taken advantage of this.”
“Yeah, like people will believe I have taken advantage of
the super soldier.” Jesse rolls his eyes as he leans against the wall and
Gabriel’s brow twitches before he grabs Jesse by the dog
tags around his neck and pulls him closer. The action makes Jesse grin in
victory when he should be squirming.
trail of blood has marked his lips and Gabriel is tempted to kiss it away,
along with this cocky smile.
“You always have the option to back out.
You’ve even said it yourself, I’m still the same hardass you met in Rout 66.
It’s you who believes no one can touch you because you get on your knees for
me, that’s why you throw these tantrums.” He lets go of the dog tags and Jesse
falls back against the wall again. “This is something I would
have expected from you when you joined, not now. You’re proving to be
what everyone else thought then. If you are not going to change at all, let me
Jesse stops smiling, but his eyes turn wicked. Gabriel
grimaces to the gaze and stomps away. He can feel young eyes on him, trailing
his curves and counting the steps he takes. He also knows Jesse’s guessing how
many steps it will take Gabriel to return.
Lips are probably the first feature I notice on a guy, and Kpop has a whole bunch of fellas that are blessed with luscious lips. Here are some of my favorites (in no particular order). Hope you enjoy!
Teen Top’s Niel
Man, this boy got me SHOOK. He is so sexy and has such an angelic voice, but his lips make him even more amazing (if that’s even possible…)
I need to know what kind of lip balm he uses cuz hot damn those are some silky lips. Pair that with his smouldering eyes and his powerful vocals, and you get the literal definition of human perfection.
Sweet lips for a sweet guy. Honey10? More like Honey Lips!
(someone shoot me pls)
DONGWOO DONGWOO DONGWOO~~~ Literally the reason I thought about making this list is because of him. He is gorgeous all-around, don’t get me wrong, but I literally can’t NOT look at his lips.
What. A. HUNK.
Ah yes, the classic heart shaped lips. Literally so adorable and an evil little squish, and he knows it too.
OMFG I LOVE KEN AKA LEE JAEHWAN AKA THE CUTE MAIN VOCAL OF VIXX AKA THE BEST VOICE IN THE WORLD AKA THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND ALSO DID I MENTION THAT I LOVE HIM WITH MY ENTIRE BEING AND- *insert squeals of varying frequencies here*
Tbh, when I first got into Kpop and didn’t understand Korean beauty standards, I didn’t get why he was the visual. But I definitely could not deny that he has awesome lips, and while I am VERY aware of his superb visuals now, my views on his lips have not changed.
STAN HISTORY PLEASE OMG THEY ARE SO TALENTED AND SUPER SEXY AND THEY DESERVE MORE ATTENTION IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN MIGHT JUST DIE OR QUEEN YOU HAVEN’T LIVED YET
and all of the members are just as handsome so…
just sayin ;)
Okay so I really tried to keep this one person per group but good Lord Jesus I could not pick a guy from Monsta X. They literally are all in the same standard for lips (to me at least) that it was too hard to decide.
wOwZeRs HoT sTuFf RiGhT tHeRe OhHhHhH YeEeAaAhHh WoOoOoOoO
Literally all of Seventeen could have taken this spot but Seungcheol takes the cake (and apparently my soul)
Excuse me sir, but I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t be so rude and disrespectful. I would like to keep my bias list in some sort of order, thanks.
That’s all for now, I might make other one’s like this if the response is good enough haha. Let me know if I missed any or make one yourself and tag me :)
Sighing, you turned to face him, watching as he squinted, his hands moving quickly across his lap. You had been lying there for what felt like forever, your naked body draped over the silk sheets. The dull lighting of the room left you staring at the light on the ceiling, wondering when this little craft of his would be over. Your hands roamed your own body, brushing carefully over the curves of your breasts and the sides of your hips, knowingly drawing his eyes to the places he couldn’t resist. “Yongguk…” you breathed, your lips parting slightly as you spoke his name softly. Truthfully, you were swimming with desperation for him. It was supposed to be the other way around.
Life was truly a mystery full of surprises. After accidentally sending my letter to the wrong person, we became very close. I was mailing a man who went by the name ‘Mr. J’ who lived in Gotham city. I was just a girl from England. To be honest that accident was the best one in my life.It didn’t take long until we got really flirty. Recently we even changed numbers but we still kept writing. It was fun.
‘Hello dear Y/N,
Writing to you this past year has been such a pleasure. You’re very funny and sweet. Each time I get a message or a letter from you, I feel really happy. You don’t even know what I look like or what I could possibly do yet you’re so kind. It’s like you’re really innocent but you seem to have that dark side somewhere.
Anyway, I have been thinking about something. I have a less busy week ahead of me so it would be a delight to have you here in Gotham. I could get you the plain tickets so you wouldn’t have to worry about that. My penthouse has a lot of guestrooms to choose from if you want to stay. When you receive this letter you should send me a message.
I’m crossing my fingers. You never know how much fun things are here. Please reply soon,
-Mr J. ‘
That was one part of the letter he recently sent me. After talking to him about it we agreed that I would fly to Gotham. I was really excited and nervous to finally meet J. Yes there was a chance that he was a different person than what he had told me, but I couldn’t let this chance slip by. I cared about him.
A few days later I was in Gotham, one of the most dangerous yet beautiful cities on the entire planet. The airport was packed with people! I was tired after such a long flight but my excitement kept me going. Mr.J told me that there was a car waiting for me. He was working until 10 p.m. so we would meet at his club.
That’s why I was wearing a really long black shirt that passed as a dress with a golden belt around my waist. It looked fancy but it felt comfortable. I also wore golden heels, a few accessories and my hair was in a low ponytail. My make-up wasn’t anything too shocking, just some lipstick and eye makeup. I also had a trenchcoat.
I held onto my suitcase as I walked through the mass of people. Then I saw a man in a black suit holding a sign with my name on it. The man had brown hair, tan skin and black sunglasses. Once he saw me, he put the sign down. I walked over with a shy smile. ‘’Hi’’ I told the man kindly. ‘’Boss told me to get you. He’s waiting’’ The man informed me very seriously. Dang J seemed like a really important business man.
‘’Okay. I’m glad he’s waiting. What’s your name?’’ I asked J’s servant or whatever he was. ‘’I’m Frost’’ He let me know while grabbing my suitcase. What a gentleman.
Frost and I drove away from the airport. It was raining slightly in Gotham and the skies were grey as J would often describe the city as. Cold, rainy and grey. But there were days when it was fully alive and life seemed like a party. I was mesmerized by the foreign city. I had never been to such a place!
The ride was quiet since Frost didn’t start any conversations. I just asked him stuff as we drove. Then we parked in front of J’s club. The building was super high! People were lining up by the door in their high heels, dresses and fancy clothes. The doors were heavily guarded but we got inside without second looks.
Music was blasting through the club. I was so close to finally meeting him! I had an imaginary image of J in my head. He had crazy coloured hair that I knew. He seemed like the type of guy who had a few tattoos. I could see him in stylish clothes. But I wasn’t really sure of what I was expecting. Just a few more steps..
Frost stopped behind a wooden door at the back of the club. Then he knocked on it and cleared his throat. I heard footsteps coming closer and then the door opened. My eyes nearly fell off my head when I saw the man in front of me. He was so different but so damn hot!
I saw that green hair I had heard about. Then I saw stormy blue eyes and tattoos. ‘’J?’’ I breathed out just to make sure it was him. His red lips curved into a smile. Then he opened his arms and I happily hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and I leaned against his chest. He chuckled and hugged me back. Damn he was muscular!
This felt so unbelievable. He smelled so good as well but also a little like gun powder. ‘’You’re shorter than I imagined’’ He joked a little bit. I giggled at his remark. ‘’You’re hotter than I thought’’ I slipped out of my mouth without thinking. J stepped back and looked at me with a smirk. I felt how my cheeks heated up. Oh shit, way to go.
I caught a glimpse of his silver jacket and the maroon shirt he was wearing underneath. Before I could say anything to fix the situation, someone ran towards us. ‘’Joker, Joker!’’ A man yelled and stopped right next to me. Joker? J looked at the man like things were natural. Suddenly my stomach dropped as I realized something.
Mr J was the Joker!
‘’What got you running? I’m busy’’ J growled with a voice that sent a shiver running down my spine. He sounded harsh towards this man. ‘’Batman was spotted near the building. It might be a coincidence but I thought I’d let you know’’ The man panted out. I was just standing there in shock.
‘’Batsy? Ha! He won’t come in here. Now get lost before I shoot you’’ J warned the guy. He listened closely and left us alone. I didn’t know what to do. Had I been writing with the Joker for a year? Suddenly a lot of his mysterious writings started to make sense.
‘’What’s the matter?’’ J asked me while leading the way further into his office. Oh boy. ‘’I just..this feels unrealistic’’ I tried to speak. He stepped in front of me again and he put his big hands on my shoulders. ‘’Did you finally realize who I really am?’’ He wanted to know. Our eyes met and I saw a hint of worry in his. I nodded and then I took a deep breath.
‘’Does it bother you?’’ He kept questioning me. Suddenly I felt rushed to answer. ‘’No, not at all! I’m just really surprised’’ I reassured him with a smile. I wasn’t scared. If he was the same person as before everything should be fine. J smiled at my reply.
‘’I always knew that you weren’t the type of girl to run away in situations like this’’ He admitted with joy obvious in his raspy voice. Every cell in my body were screaming at me to kiss him but I wasn’t if I should. Oh fuck it, we only live once and regret the things we didn’t do!
I grabbed J’s jacket and pulled him down so I wouldn’t have to jump to reach his face. He knew what was going on so he helped me out by pressing his lips against mine. In that moment I felt like everything around us just disappeared. The warmth of his silky lips was so comforting and reassuring. I opened my mouth into our kiss and allowed him to deepen it. Before I knew it, we were french kissing in his office. My heart was beating hard and I felt so happy. It’s like this was the moment and feeling I’ve been searching for all my life.
Requested: can you make yuta morning after too?? i know
tht request is currently closed but ill wait ^^ thank u!!
A/N: Thank you~ I loved
writing this so much^^ This was so short damn!!
Me: Okay, I’m not going to make any of the “Morning After”s smut-
Also Me: *makes the Yuta one smut-ish bc Yuta*
**GRAPHIC SEXY CONTENT**
Word Count: 393
He snuggled closer, his
soft breathing warming your exposed back. You opened your dreary eyes, letting
them focus on the bedside clock.
“Yuta” you whispered.
He shifted, the hand
that lay innocently on your hip lazily pulling you closer. You looked at the
clock again, breaking free of his caress. He let his arm fall limply to the
bed, a sigh leaving his lips.
“Get some more rest” you
cooed, lovingly running your hand over his lax arm, giving a
reassuring squeeze before you stood up.
You basked in the steaming shower, an
unconscious sigh leaving your plump lips as you ran your hands over your sore
body under the hot water. You heard a groan from outside the bathroom door. You
grew worried and reached to turn off the water. However, curiosity got the
better of you. You left the water on, quickly stepping out of the shower and
wrapping a towel around yourself. Quietly, you snuck to the bathroom door,
cautiously sliding it ajar.
You brought your hand up to your mouth quickly, stunned by the scene before
you. He moaned breathily, pumping faster. He chanted your name quietly,
knitting his eyebrows together as he came. His white seed landed on his chest,
his hand soon covered. His chest heaved, your gaze trained on the sticky
substance that trailed down his broad chest.
You tore yourself away from the door, quickly turning off the shower. You
grinned to yourself before biting your bottom lip softly.
You didn’t want to tell him you had
“Is something burning?”
You looked down at the eggs before
you and gasped.
“Are you alright?” Yuta asked, a
small chuckle escaping his lips as he eyed you.
You nodded, giving him a warm smile.
He smiled back before glancing at his watch.
“Ah- I should go pick them up…” he
murmured, referring to his parents who were coming over for the holidays.
He stood from his seat, sliding his
phone into his back pocket. He made his way over to you, affectionately grasping
your hips, leisurely pulling you close. His silky lips met your own in a slow,
but passionate kiss, catching you off guard. You clutched the spatula tightly,
deflating as he pulled away.
“Minty fresh” he chimed, making you
giggle as he placed a kiss on your nose.
You were kneeling on your chair, reaching over your desk to grab the notebook your best friend had stolen from you.
“Nari, how many times have I told you to ask me if you can borrow my notes, not just take them?” you retorted.
She giggled and flashed you an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” she pouted.
You shot her a look of disapproval, though you both knew you were only kidding. Just as you were about to say something to Nari, the teacher sauntered into the classroom. The class president immediately stood up behind you and formally welcomed the teacher, just as he always did.
Cha Eun Woo, prettier than all the girls in your school and brainier than nearly all the teachers in your school. Although he was the closest to perfect, he always found a way to get on your nerves.
During the lesson, your friend decided to start passing you notes. Great.
“Nari, stop it,” you whispered, lowering your head in an attempt to hide from the teacher.
“Miss Y/N, do you have something to share with the class?” the teacher boomed, drawing attention to you.
“N-no, I’m sorry.”
You lowered your eyes and felt your face flush. You also made a mental note to punch Nari after class; it was her fault, after all. As you were beginning to relax, you heard a small snicker from behind you and turned your head to find a smiling Eun Woo. You scowled at him before diverting your attention to the front of the class.
Class continued and before you knew it, the class was to depart to gym. As your hands searched your backpack for your gym clothes, Mr. Nam’s voice rose in protest.
“Y/N, why don’t you stay here and clean the classroom? I believe you deserve some sort of punishment for always interrupting my lectures.”
You slouched back onto your seat. Fuck. Why did he hate you so much?
As the students fled the classroom, you stayed behind and started sweeping under the desks. You noticed the class president had stayed behind as well.
“What are you still doing here?” you pondered aloud, actually curious as to why he chose to stay.
“I’m studying, can’t you see? You should as well,” he responded, not once looking up from his book.
You sighed and marched back to your seat, which so happened to be right in front of his. He wasn’t wrong; you could really utilize this time to study because you needed a spot in the top five by the end of the month. You carefully took your science book out of your backpack and set it in front of you. You flipped the pages to chapter eleven and began reviewing the material for the upcoming test.
After several minutes of reading, Eun Woo stood up and casually made his way over to the front of your desk.
“May I help you?” you asked as you kept your eyes glued to the words in the book.
He gently placed his hands on your desk and crouched to lower himself to your eye level. Your eyes shot up from your book and met Eun Woo’s dark, alluring stare.
“What if we take a break from studying?” he suggested.
His gaze never faltered and you began to feel your face heat up once more. He had never been this close to you. Sure, you didn’t actually like him but nonetheless, he was stunning.
“I can’t afford it, I’m not in first place like you are,” you remarked, focusing your eyes on the words in the book.
He snatched your book and slammed it shut.
“What are you doing?” you glowered at him.
A second passed and his lips were pressed against yours. He kissed you hungrily and you were too confused to react. His lips hesitantly parted from yours and you observed desperation in his expression.
“Why aren’t you kissing me back, Y/N?”
“Why are you even doing this, Eun Woo?”
He smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Y/N, you’re always teasing me. If anything, you want this as much as I do.”
You became silent, unsure of what he meant. He noticed the muddled look on your face and began to speak once more.
“You always kneel on top of your chair and lean forward, which causes your skirt to ride up and your underwear and ass to show. Whenever I ask you a question, you always prop up on your forearms and lean too to the front, allowing me to see down your shirt. You have dropped I don’t know how many goddamn pencils in front of me this past semester. You want me, admit it Y/N!”
You gaped at him, in complete disbelief of his accusations. Never were any of those things intentional. All this time, you were oblivious to the fact that you were riling up the boy sitting behind you.
A thought surfaced as you took in the information he had just revealed. Why not have some fun with Eun Woo and tease him a bit more?
“I admit it. I do want you.”
Eun Woo’s eyes widened and a rose tint crept over his cheeks. I don’t think he was expecting this reaction from you, but you pressed on. You bit your lips seductively and stared him down.
“Eun Woo, I want you to fuck me on the teacher’s desk right now.”
He could no longer meet your eyes.
With his eyes fixated on the floor, he began to speak, his voice growing dangerously low.
“Y/N, you think I won’t do it right?”
You scoffed and stood from your seat.
“Of course you won’t, you’re the class president and the school’s goody two shoes.”
With that, he had you pinned against the wall. His cold hands held your heated cheeks and his lips pressed against yours. Although you were completely taken aback by his actions, a part of you desired him, so you kissed back. Cherry-colored lips moving against strawberry-flavored lips turned into a war of warm tongues. His hands moved to the buttons of your shirt while yours slid down to his pants. He was successful in unbuttoning the first three buttons before his fingers crept down to your skirt. You gasped against his lips as his long fingers ran up and down your exposed thighs. He smiled against your lips and moved his hands to your ass. He squeezed and slapped your ass before leaving your lips. He took your hand in his and led you to the front of the classroom.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you on the teacher’s desk, so that’s exactly what we’re going to do.”
Again, his lips reattached themselves to yours and he lifted you onto the teacher’s desk. His silky lips placed kisses down your jaw and onto your neck as his hands found themselves tangled in the hem of your skirt. He finished unbuttoning your shirt and began to kiss down your breasts and stomach. His fingers had long stopped playing with your skirt and had moved onto the thin fabric of your underwear where his fingers teasingly grazed over your clothed heat.
“Tell me exactly what you want, princess,” he breathed onto your neck.
“I want your fingers inside me, Eun Woo,” you said, your voice a hushed whisper.
“Do you want my tongue inside you too?” he smirked, eyes taking in your bare body.
Too embarrassed to speak, you nodded.
He carefully kneeled in front of you. His fingers pushed your underwear aside as he lowered his head and placed kisses on your inner thighs. A low moan escaped your mouth. You desperately needed to feel him inside you. He harshly pulled you closer to his face with his hands on your hips. Slowly, his kisses inched closer to your heat as his middle finger eased its way into you. He sucked on your lower lips before sliding his tongue inside of you. You felt his tongue move inside you as he dug his fingers on the soft skin of your stomach and pulled you even closer to him. He pushed your skirt up to get a better look at your fucked out face. The way his dark hair contrasted with his pale face drove you wild. You could hardly keep your eyes fixed on his. The way his tongue drew continuous circles inside you and flicked your clit made your eyes roll back and throw your head back in pleasure.
You tried to stifle your moans all you could, you were in school after all. He rapidly lapped at your folds as he quickened his finger fucking pace and slid a second finger inside you. You wrapped your hands around his jet-black hair as your thighs began to shake, on the verge of cumming. Before you could cum, he pulled away from you.
“I want to cum too, princess.”
You watched as he carefully slid his pants, along with his underwear, down to his knees. His hard cock sprung out, already coated in precum. You wanted to suck him dry, but you wanted him inside you even more. You brought your legs together, feeling the knot in your stomach appear once more. He separated your legs and began to tease you by rubbing his hard cock on the folds of your clit, all while keeping his eyes locked on yours.
You knew you sounded desperate, but you didn’t care at this point. The two of you locked eyes and he gradually slid his whole length into you. You curled your fingers onto the sides of the desk, in an attempt to subside the pain.
“You’re so tight, princess.”
He gently started pumping in and out of you, aware that this was your first time. You assured him you were okay and allowed him to go faster. His pace quickened with each passing second. Soon, the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the classroom. Low groans escaped his lips, which only brought you closer to your high.
“Fuck, I’m so close, Y/N,” he breathed into your neck as his thrusting became sloppy.
You too, no longer able to hold out, felt the knot in your stomach tighten more and more until it finally unraveled and you came around his length. After a few more lazy pumps, he let his head fall into the crook of your neck and released his warm seed inside of you. He brought his lips to yours and kissed you ever so gently.
The bell ringing brought you two back to your senses. P.E. was over.
He quickly pulled out of you and began to dress himself. You hopped off the desk and buttoned your shirt in record speed. You both strolled to your desks with pleased and fucked out expressions on your faces.
As you combed your hair with your fingers, you noticed your best friend was the first one in class.
“Y/N! Are you okay? Did you die of absolute boredom?” she exaggerated, running in your direction.
“Not exactly,” you shrugged.
You averted your gaze to the floor, in order to hide the small smile creeping on your face. You felt your cheeks heat up as images of what you had just done on the teacher’s desk popped into your head.
The next day of class, you found a white rose and a folded note sitting on top of your desk. You carefully unfolded the note and read its content.
“Thanks for being my de-stressor, Y/N. Hopefully, we can become more than just stress relievers for each other. Are you perhaps free tonight, princess?”
She is right. We are behaving like we have been
together for a long time. Her power over me scares the hell out of me but also
gives me new strength to deal with this situation. Before Jongup and Daehyun
brought her here I was bored out of my mind, another nameless girl in my bed
each night just to distract me from the endless routine of dead people,
gunshots, injured friends and loss. Money and drugs. Gang wars. Every day was
the same until they brought Y/N into the house. Her innocence made me want to
keep her safe and now I finally have the chance to do so. When I was little
this was my father’s job.
Warning: Contains oral sex and explicit language. Do not read if you’re like 10 or whatever.
Yoongi didn’t know how it had happened. One minute, he’d been going out to dinner with Namjoon, the intention being a casual beer to bring an end to their promotional trip to New York. The next, he had found himself underneath a thick American girl - one he’d met in a club - her lusciously rounded hips grinding rapidly over him, pussy rubbing against his clothed erection and causing a groan of pleasure to snake from his mouth.
How the idea to visit a club had come up, he had no idea. The problem with Yoongi was that he wasn’t very good with alcohol - a few beers often had him drunker than most, struggling to remember how the night panned out. The only image he had to remind him of the events leading to his current predicament (if he’d even call it that) was of Namjoon insisting that he experience American club culture at least once.
In all honesty, Yoongi hadn’t seen much difference between the Korean clubs he’d been to, the same humid buzz of alcohol and sexual tension mixed with the choking scent of stale smoke suffocating those inside. If it wasn’t for Namjoon, he wouldn’t have even bothered to pretend to be interested. But once the drinks started flowing at the restaurant at dinner, he’d relented, the alcohol already flowing through his veins telling him it was a good idea.
And maybe it had been, because the sweet scent of the woman who had stood next to him at the bar had offered him an opportunity he’d always been interested in - sleeping with a foreigner. It interested most Korean men, he was sure of it. They all watched porn. They all saw how much more willing western girls seemed to be compared to Koreans, their uncontrolled moans tearing through hidden headphones and filling the listener with a desire that seemed unsateable. Yoongi much preferred watching western porn to Korean for that exact reason, but he wasn’t naive enough to think they weren’t acting. Still, as his eyes had skimmed the club before settling on her, he couldn’t help but wonder.
The rest of the night had been a blur, Namjoon acting as translator-and-wingman-in-one before the girl had kissed Yoongi, her breasts pressing firmly against his chest and perky nipples fleshing through the skimpy tight dress she had on to prove she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her mouth had tasted of cheap alcohol and dirty cigarettes, but the scent of her perfume and curvaceous figure made up for it. And so he had decided to take her back to the hotel.
He’d left without telling Namjoon, too embarrassed to admit his fantasy to anyone but himself and too drunk to remember who he’d come with. Even the cab ride itself was a distant memory clouded in the fog that the alcohol had caused to settle into his brain. One thing he couldn’t shake from his head, though, was the way she’d so casually stretched her fingers over his growing crotch, her hands light as they unzipped his pants and feathered their way over his erect member. He’d almost cum at her first touch, but the taxi driver had caught his eye in the rearview mirror and he’d almost choked in fear that he knew what was going on.
‘What’s your name?’ He asks, his English broken and the words struggling to come out through his panted breath. Her hands slip over his bare chest to tweak against his nipples, his eyes refocusing on the spot the sensation was coming from. Not for the first time, he is struck by the contrast in their skin tones, his own ghostly yellow far different from her own.
‘Y/n.,’ She purrs, the dulcet sweetness in her voice washing over him. ‘Yours?’
‘I’m? My name… It’s Yoongi.’ He tries, the foreign words thick and heavy on his tongue. Her hands rub one last time against his nipple before she trails them down his torso, shifting her hips upwards to grab onto his underwear and pull them low down his legs. He kicks them off the remainder of his leg before his erection slips into full view, her silken hands wrapping deftly around it as her entire body lowered. Instinctively, his hips jut upwards at the contact, her palms rolling smoothly over his twitching erection.
‘Yuh-gi?,’ She questions, large eyes refocusing as he opened his legs, allowing her body to nestle between his creamy white thighs. ‘Yuh-gi.’ She tries again, the pronunciation so off he can’t even be bothered to correct her. It wouldn’t have mattered if he did, because her mouth was soon occupied by the tip of his cock, her pink pout pressing over the very end. Again, his hips jut upwards in a sharp motion, shoving his dick fully into her mouth.
‘Oh, yes… Very… Very good.’ He tries again in English, the wet warmth of her mouth surrounding his sensitive member. His hands reach for her hair, fisting it into a messy ponytail, a method to control her movement as much as possible. His hips rise up to meet her sloppy pout and he levers her down onto his hard cock, her mouth filling with him.
The deeper he manages to sink himself into her throat, the harder it is for him to contain himself, and when his balls finally manage to hit her chin, a thick throaty gag erupts around his cock. The impact is beyond belief - hard, strong hums of vibration that cause him to push himself deeper into her still, a soft cry of pain causing him to pull back completely.
When he does, he takes in her face. Her cheeks are flushed, eyeliner smudged and tears dripping with the effort of taking his force. He can almost make out the faint imprint of her lipstick on his cock, and a coy smile plays across his lips. Any other time, he would have been mortified to see himself like this - no sympathy for the girl perched between his legs, his only focus chasing his own high. But the combination of her exotic nature and the dozen or so beers he’d consumed, it only fueled his desires more.
‘I like… you. Mouth, okay?’ He tries again in English to at least attempt some compassion, pointing to her throat and raising his eyebrows sympathetically. She nods eagerly, and his hands wrap around his member to slap it lightly against her lips, his attempt dissolving in a fleeting second. ‘Open, please.’ She obliges his broken English, eyes closing to take his full length again. Wordlessly, he rams himself back into her, hand grasping her roughly matted ponytail to slip further into her mouth. The choked groan shatters against him again, and he pumps his hips to fuck her mouth as hard as he can, slipping between her silky lips with ease. He loses count of the pumps, mind lost with every gag around his thickness, and stops only when he sees the tears pricking her eyes again. As he pulls out of her mouth, a trail of spit leaves them remaining connected.
‘Jesus, you’re rough.’ She giggles words completely lost on him, the line of spit breaking as her mouth moves, falling with a wet plop onto her chin. Yoongi shifts his hand up to wipe the line of drool, but she shakes her head, hocking back in her throat as both hands clasp around him and reign a thick load of the same spit on his dick. The lubrication causes her quick movement to be silky smooth, rapid in lapping over his rock solid erection.
Yoongi groans, the friction blossoming against his hard member. It twitches in response, hips raising into her cupped palms to maximize the effect she is having on him. He knew he wasn’t far away, but her movement was so rapid he couldn’t slow himself down. The alcohol, the sensation of her hands gliding over him, the eroticism of her foreignness, that delicate scent of her perfume he was sure would mark these sheets for days. It was all too much for his senses, and within a few more pumps of her hand, his orgasm was rocking through him, cum spilling from his tip in juttering and uneven spurts. His eyes close and he allows the overwhelming sensation to fill every inch of him.
‘I’m coming. Fuck, don’t stop. Your hands feel so fucking good.,’ He cries in Korean, his teeth snagging at his bottom lip. ‘I’m coming.’
Eventually, his hips slow to uneven juts, her hands frozen around his member. His eyes open, peering down at the foreign women between his thighs, eyes wide with shock and cum splattered all over her face and chest. He’d surprised even himself with how much he’d let go, how much he’d released. But the way she was staring at him, he could tell something was wrong.
‘You… okay?’ His tone is as cautious as he can make it sound in the foreign tongue. Her head nods to behind him, and Yoongi’s upper torso twists towards the hotel room door, now wide open and framing the tall statue of Namjoon’s body.
‘I just came to find you because you didn’t say goodbye when you left the club… But I can see you’re fine.’
‘Well, this is awkward…’ Yoongi mutters to himself in quiet Korean, dipping his head in shame.
this was a lot of fun to write! it’s such a cute concept and thinking about zach getting all nervous and embarrassed around you and nhuewhfewhfweh it’s so frickin cute agh. i hope you guys enjoy!
triggers: none i think
she’s so beautiful.
a thought that entered zach’s head every single time he laid eyes on her. from the way her hips swayed when she walked to the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed.
she was perfect in his eyes.
her hair, her eyes, her body, her personality. everything was absolutely, 100%, perfect. he wanted her to be his more than anything in the whole world.
but he never stood a chance. y/n was stuck in her own world, and with her being jonah’s favorite cousin, well, zach was screwed.
he was hopelessly in love.
his lungs stopped working whenever she walked by, his already rosy cheeks became an even deeper shade of crimson when she said hello. his words caught in his throat when he even tried to say hello back.
and there he was, sitting almost three feet away from her, his hands clammy as he stared at her longingly. y/n was undoubtedly the most beautiful person he had ever seen.
“zach,” jack tried to get the younger boy’s attention, but to no avail. “zach!” jack practically yelled in his face, finally succeeding in grabbing his attention.
“w-what?” zach fumbled over his words, still in his daydream world about y/n.
“bro, if you want to stare at y/n, at least try and make it less obvious. you’re practically drooling on yourself, and she’s right there,” jack whispered, making zach choke on air.
he sighed heavily, running a hand nervously through his hair. “am i that obvious?” he whispered back.
“basically, it’s like your eyes actually form little hearts when you look at her,” he snorted. zach nearly groaned out loud. could he be any more stupid?
“hey, if it means anything, i don’t think she’s noticed. and plus, she likes you back,” jack commented quickly, but zach heard his words. and he had nearly choked once again.
“wait what?” he managed to say. jack laughed and patted his back.
“yeah dude, she likes you too. she told me last week,” jack said casually. but zach was anything but casual. his heart began racing a million miles an hour, sending his mind into a frenzy.
she liked him back. the girl he had been pathetically crushing on for nearly a year liked him back.
“s-should i tell her? that i like her i mean,” zach’s eyes drifted over to y/n again, who was talking animatedly to daniel. her arms gestured wildly about as she was telling her story, her eyes sparkling.
“yeah, make your move dude. i am 100% sure she likes you as much as you like her,” jack told him, boosting up his confidence.
“alright, i’m gonna do it,” zach stood up and walked over to y/n with clammy hands. she sat there looking beautiful as ever, now alone because daniel had excused himself to go to the bathroom.
“hi, uh, y/n, can we talk for a little bit?” zach stammered, a crimson color beign painted on his cheeks. y/n looked up at him shocked for a moment, before her cheeks heated up as well.
“yeah of course,” she stood up, leading the way to the backyard. they sat together on a lounger outside, the warm la sun washing down on their faces.
his heart raced as he played with his fingers, trying to put his feelings into words. “y/n, i-i really like you. a lot. you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and i understand if you don’t return these feelings but i thought you should just know in case you do and-” he couldn’t bring himself to look at her expression, fearing it would be a look of disgust.
she laughed lightly, cutting off his incessant ramblings. “zach, hey, listen. i like you too,” he stopped immediately, looking at her in shock.
“y-you do?” he managed to sputter out, making her laugh once again.
“yes you adorable idiot, i like you too.” she remarked, causing zach’s face to heat up even further than it was before. a wide grin spread across his face. she liked him back.
“so since we like each other, would you be okay with me kissing you? if you’re uncomfortable that’s fine but-”
“yes zach, i would love it if you kissed me,” he smiled and leaned forward, pressing his lips on hers. she sighed happily as she kissed back, relaxing into the kiss. zach’s hand went up to cup her cheek, the feeling of her silky lips on his was practically heaven.
they broke apart, breathing heavily as they stared adoringly into each other’s eyes. but their moment was quickly ended when loud cheers rang through the space, and the pair looked to see the rest of the band run outside to where they sat.
“i told you she liked you,” jack smirked at zach cockily. he brought zach into a hug and ruffled his hair, causing the younger boy the groan and place his locks into their former position.
“zach,” jonah spoke up, causing him to freeze up. “you better not hurt my cousin,” he said sternly. zach took y/n under his arm and kissed her cheek, making her cheeks flame up.