Mitch Rapp Smut Any Plot Line

mitch rapp smut 🙏🙏 any plot line

Mitch Rapp x Female Reader

18+ sexual situations

Morning Sex w/ Mitch

Months apart from your husband is hard, but that it makes the reunion a little more fun too.

With him being gone for long periods, it was weird to wake up and see his face. To see him sleeping on his stomach, arms tucked beneath his pillow, and lips in a slight pout. A smile slowly spread across your lips as you watched him.

You understood Mitch's job. If anything you were extremely proud of him. But it was still hard when four months passed and you hadn't seen your husband. Not allowed or even able to call him while he's away on missions.

"You know watching people when they sleep can be seen as creepy by most people," Mitch spoke, his voice thick with sleep, but unmoving from the position he was sleeping in.

"I haven't seen your face in four months, sorry if I wanna stare for a while."

Mitch could hear the lightness in your tone knowing there was a smile on your face. He laughed softly before slowly opening his eyes. For a second he had to think if he was dreaming. For the last few weeks, he'd been stuck waking up to nothing but a cold wall beside him.

Slowly Mitch moved towards you and bent down to kiss your lips softly, his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer. You melted into his touch as you felt his warm body against yours. Mitch moved you to lay beneath him and settle between your legs. A small moan left your lips as you felt him harden and slowly rub against your slit.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and moved your fingers through his hair to grip it slightly. His hair had gotten longer since you'd last seen him, along with his beard. As his lips moved against yours, you felt the soft hairs against your skin.

As you tugged on his dark curls, Mitch growled slightly against your lips. He nipped lightly at your bottom lip before pulling away.

"You sore, baby?" He whispered softly against your lips, his eyes dark and intense as he looked down towards you.

You found it hard to speak as his fingers moved against your clit in a way that made your toes curl. Short labored breaths sounded from you before you let out a soft, "No."

Mitch slowly thrust two fingers inside of you, causing you to moan his name as you rested against the pillows. He watched your face as he pleased you. You closed your eyes and let out little wanton moans. Mitch could feel his cock twitch and harden more as he could hear and feel how wet you were. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease.

"...Mitch...Mitch..." You gasped, your hips moving up against his hand.

"So, so needy."

He felt you clench around him as he spoke. Mitch's voice was still deeper from sleep and it only turned you on more.

You whimpered softly when you felt the loss of his fingers from between your legs. Mitch grabbed you and quickly moved to flip you over onto your hands and knees. A small scream left your lips from the movement - loving when he got a little rough.

Mitch pressed your chest into the bed, before lifting your hips up, your pussy fully on display for him. You tried to look over your shoulder back towards him but he'd ducked out of view for you. Your body lurched forward in shock as you felt his tongue against you.

"Fuck..." Mitch moaned, "Taste so good."

Mitch seemed to be just as eager as you with the way he grabbed your hips and thrust deep inside of you. You let out a strangled moan, pressing your hips back towards him, but also feeling the slight burn of him stretching you. The two of you might've gone at it most of last night, but it was like you needed to get used to him again. But you liked the pain. It only turned you on more.

The rhythmic noise of your bodies moving against each other filled the room. Each thrust was harder than the last causing the headboard to bang against the wall slightly.

"Oh fuck! Mitch!" You screamed and gripped the sheets tightly. "...Ugh!"

Mitch's hand slapped down hard against your ass. "Take my cock, fuckin' take it..."

You needed it like this. The hard and roughness of it. You knew that you weren't going to last long, and you had a feeling that Mitch wasn't either. Not with the noises he made and the way his hand reached around to rub at your clit. Mitch moved to last his chest against your back, each thrust was hard and deep, moaning in your ear. You could hear him telling you how good you felt. How much he loved and missed your pussy.

"Fuck, can't wait to fill this pussy baby...you want that...hmm?" Mitch growled in your ear, slapping against your clit.

"Yes! Yes...fuck, please..." You cried out

You froze beneath Mitch for a moment before your entire body erupted as you came around his cock. Mitch felt his thrusts becoming a little more erratic as he felt you.

"...Ahh...yes baby..." Mitch whimpered before spilling deep inside of you, grinding his hips against yours.

The two of you collapsed to the bed with entangled limbs with chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

"Holy...fuck..." You whispered, eyes closed as you laid beside him.

"Mmmm, maybe I should leave more often." Mitch chuckled, moving to kiss along your shoulder before pulling out gently. "If this is what it's like when I come back."

"I'm gonna tell Stan you're no longer allowed to leave," You playfully glared towards him.

Mitch bent down and kissed your lips before slowly getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. You stayed in your place and closed your eyes. Mitch came back after cleaning up, he cleaned between your legs with a warm cloth, before tossing it into the hamper.

"Lazy day today," Mitch asked moving back into bed with you.

"Lazy day," You spoke before turning to nuzzle into his chest.

hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

༄  word count  —  1.9k

፨  characters  —  stiles stilinski

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  smut & oral

✎  masterlist

─

it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

—

your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.

NYE alone with Dylan with the intent of making it a romantic night but it turns into drunk hot sex? xx

Lady In... Orange

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut

It starts off pretty hot so everything is below the cut👇

"Fuck-" Dylan cursed loudly into the pillow, his palm tightening into a fist in your hair on the opposite side. He can tell how vocal you were when he returned the favor, and that sweet voice of yours, whimpering and telling him how great he feels, was the nectar to his libido.

His cock pulsated inside you, feeling your slick dripping down his balls as he slowly slid his thick cock into your folds deeper with each thrust. His hips jumped every time he felt your walls clench onto him as he filled you up, only to make you whimper with each jump.

He can feel your release begin to unfold. Your juices getting thicker, and the sounds you made got louder and louder vibrating through the brick walls of his living room. Glancing down for a split second, his darkened eyes capture the sight of the orange dress you had been wearing only 10 minutes prior. The way you looked in it now burned into his memory.

You were always his weakness, didn't matter what you wore, Dylan would find you sexy in anything. But this dress was his absolute kryptonite. You had thought nothing of it, hell - he had thought nothing of it as you got ready for your special date night. He got you flowers along with a reservation to your ultimate best little bistro that night. But as soon as you stepped out in that little number, a dress he even gave you thinking nothing of it - you were on your back in the middle of the couch, with the dress thrown somewhere against a wall.

And as he feels you tighten against his member, your nails digging into the sides of his biceps as you begin your release he built up within you - his own release comes as well.

Your whimpers get drowned out by the moans and grunts of Dylan. His thick cock fills you with his warm seed. The sounds of his balls slapping against your ass begin to fault when he pulses one more thrust deep into your core before collapsing onto your skin.

His skin, sweat-soaked and hot against your chest and stomach welcome his load. Your fingers instantly rub sweet circles over his slickened skin, feeling every mole as your head spirals back to reality slowly.

Moments pass before you regain any resemblance of normalcy. It wasn't until you feel Dylan's stomach rumble with hunger against your thigh that you remember what tonight's plans were even supposed to be.

"Sounds like I need to get some food in my man," You giggle at the vibrations Dylan's chuckle sends through your belly. He's nodding and his quiet moan makes it hard to tell if he was actually ready to get up, or wanting to never leave your comfort ever again.

YOU ARE DEFINITELY TELLING THE TRUTH ABOUT STILES OMG !! imagine him pounding into his girl… breeding her nice and good.. practically filling her to the brim… while suckling on her tits… omfg what a dream

yall are FEEDING ME !!

like imagine that : you hadn't necessarily thought about having a baby after you got married yk but during one of the outings with the pack, kira's asking if you wanted kids and you tell her that you did but you're not sure for stiles. honestly, you're kinda waiting for him. and he hears that !!

as soon as you get home, he's tearing your clothes off and just biting and sucking onto every piece of flesh he reaches. he's on his knees, sucking on your belly and biting it, raising on of your thighs and putting it over his shoulder to be able to access your pussy and just suck and slurp and lick it all over.

"fuck... you've been waiting for me... this whole time... waiting for me to fuck a baby into you as if i wasn't ready the moment i saw you..."

he gets up and looks at you with these eyes, the eyes he gave you on your honeymoon and the first time you both had sex. he's a hundred percent getting you pregnant tonight.

you end up laying on the bed with you legs parted wide for him to be able to just go to town, fuck loads after loads of cum into you. he can't help it, can't stop cumming. he'd been dreaming of seeing you full of his babies and now, you're saying that you want that too ??

"s-stiles ! fuck ! pussy's so full, so messy ! ah, fuck, fuck, fuck ! fuck, gimme more please ! needa... needa be filled ! more cum, please !"

he's just watching you beg with that proud smile on his face. his hands were to busy playing with your nipples, sucking and biting on them, imagining how big they'd get when you would be pregnant. he could already see them get so big and leaking milk through your shirt. he'd gladly help you get rid of a little bit of that. '

"fuck... made me your husband... and now you wanna have me put a baby in you ? bet one isn't enough either... oh fuck, your pussy's clear... you want twins, wanna be so full i'll have to carry you everywhere... your belly will be so big and full... all that from my cum alone... fuck, i can't wait to see you round and waddling around. you'll be perfect for this..."

Can you PLEASE do a breeding kink concept with Dylan? You guys go to Disney and see all these kids & it just hits him how much he wants kids with you !! Thank you!! And I hope you have fun @ Disney 🤍🤍

Happiest Place On Earth

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien X Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut mentions

A/N: I didn't use as much smut as I wanted to with this one... felt odd. But I hope it's not terrible for you!

A Disney Adult they called you. But in full honesty, Disney made you feel like a kid again, like all your worries and concerns for the future just washed away while you were there. Dylan thought you were crazy at first, but after seeing the way your entire demeanor changed the second you heard the entrance music play through the courtyard, something in him broke.

He always wanted a family, wanted kids. But never had he wanted them so badly, not until watching you in the happiest place on earth, surrounded by mothers and fathers enjoying it just as much as their rugrats running through the streets. He imagined him doing the same.

As you walked down Main street, your friends drifted off towards the food stands to the left, you felt an arm wrap around your middle. The smell of Dylan’s cologne wafted through your senses as his voice lowly hummed the song playing throughout the park, sending a smirk crossing over your features as he pulled you close.

“You are right,” He smiled into the side of your head, lips pursing into your hair as he inhaled your fresh scent. “This is a magical place. It’s making me want to make a little magic with you as well.”

Your eyes grow at the comment, surprised that he would be thinking of such things at a time like this. You knew he had a thing for starting a family, with the few times he let it known how much he wanted to fill you up and see you grow for nearly 10 months. But this time, he was different. He was pushy.

You weren’t one to complain about this change in him. You were going to have the time of your lives today, to be kids again. But that night, when you were alone in the solitude of his place… it was game on. You didn;t make it through the front door before his fingers were aching to slip beneath your panty line. His lips were already devouring your neck once the car was safely in park.

It was a long night. A long, loud night.

You have no idea how obsessed I am with your writing. I have almost every single Dylan/ Stiles smut saved in my notes just so I could go back and look at them all. But I have an idea, so hear me out please. Imaging if you went to Comic-Con and Dylan thinks your the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, so he takes you back stage and fucks you for so long that it causes him to be late to his panel interview, and you end up giving his number to continue your actions at his apartment😩

please, we all know this man is not going out there. he's not done fucking you and no comic con will stop him after he'd been eyeing you for hours.

you'd been bouncing on top of him, face stained with tears and biting your lips so hard you could see the little droplets of blood. you'd never felt so full and fucked out so fast. his cock stretching your walls to practical perfection just had your brain spinning and his slander fingers toying with your clit did not help.

you'd had came already and were on the verge of cumming again with the way he'd been hammering into you. what can he do anyways, not his fault your sounds are addictive.

"f-fuck ! dylan, fuck ! please slow... slow down ! oh fuck ! oh god, yes ! more, more, more !"

"fuck, pussy's so good... holding me so nice and creaming all around me... you like when i bully your pretty cunt huh baby ? you like it when i turn you into a fleshlight and fuck you senseless ?"

you can barely speak or think straight so answering is definitely not happening. but then you see the time from the corner of your eyes and you start panicking, squirming on top of him while his grip on you tightens.

"w-wait ! dylan, d-dylan oh god ! t-the ah ! the interview ! dylan, the interview !"

that is when he takes over, flipping you on the couch to tower over you and fuck into you deeper. his palm slides up your chest, caressing your breasts before taking hold of your neck.

"don't focus on the interview, focus on me. they'll find a way, for now i need to make sure that you're dripping cum all over the place. wouldn't want my girl to go out there unmarked."