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magaestheticc · 3 years

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Double Trouble

word count: 3649 words

summary: things take an unexpected turn when Mitch finds you with his brother Thomas

notes: first time writing actual detailed smut...

warnings: double penetration, choking, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, oral (female and male receiving), threesome, female shaming, slight daddy kink

I hadn't thought much of it when Thomas invited me over, he'd stated that neither Stiles nor their older brother Mitch would be home. And for the most part, I hadn't seen anything wrong with that.

Until we arrived in his bedroom.

He stared at me for a few moments before plopping down in the chair in front of his desk, leaving me to think in the silence. If I was being completely honest, I hadn't even wanted to go to his house, with his Dad and neither of his brothers around it felt wrong. Not that it was their place to dictate any relationships in the household. But it was odd.

"So..." he began spinning his chair so he was facing me, he had that curious expression I knew all too well planted across his lips, the same expression he wore when he knew he was causing mischief.

"So what?" I questioned, while he was usually better at answering questions than Stiles, he seemed to have the common jittering problem Stiles never seemed able to rid himself of, the same jittering that had nearly cost them their lives several times while hiding from the foreign beasts of Beacon Hills.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do?" he pressed his hands into his lap watching her with his steady honey-colored eyes, when I'd first met him and Stiles, I thought they were the same person, in two different places at once, but their eye color was slightly different, as was the way they wore their hair.

Neither of the twins had ever made a particular move to try and help distinguish between the two, which seemed to send them into boiling laughter every single time, now that they were older, it was far easier to tell the difference.

It was only when they put in the effort to look the same that they were able to pull it off. I looked up at him, his eyes catching my gaze, "I don't know, you invited me over." I paused, what was it he wanted from me? Did he have something to ask? Was his Dad struggling again? If it was something about a new star wars movie... I thought I ought to kill him.

"What are you wanting to do?" I questioned.

Thomas softly cocked his head to the side before standing up and moving towards the bed, when he plopped down, the weight of his body send the mattress trembling for a few seconds before it stilled and he looked up into my eyes.

"Can I do something?" I narrowed my eyes, what the hell did he think he was going to do? I should have never come without anyone else home, a mistake on my part.

"Go ahead." I mumbled watching as a small spark danced through his eyes and he slowly leaned in towards my lips, something I had hoped wouldn't happen. But at the same time, I could feel the childhood crush I'd had for him years prior coming rushing back in a single wave, and I wished it hadn't.

It was complicated enough being best friends with a set of twin boys, much less the fact that I was making out with one of them.

Thomas pulled back after a few seconds his eyes bright with excitement, "holy shit... that felt good." I smiled, even if I didn't want to, it just happened. Leaning in once again, we found our lips clashing against each other, there was something about Thomas' lips, something that only made me want more. More of him, more of whatever this was.

Our lips separated a few times in between kisses Thomas anxiously tugging at the bottom of my shirt, giving in, I yanked it up over my head immediately pushing our lips back together, I never wanted it to end.

"Shit." he mumbled pulling back as I began to tug at the hem of his navy blue shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side quickly attacking my neck with his lips, suddenly I was grateful that none of his family was home. Even his brothers.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted kissing, he pulled back his eyes having darkened slightly with his obvious arousal, "you wanna do this?" he asked his breaths coming out in rushed whispers, I nodded my head, "hurry up and get your pants off." I muttered moving to rid myself of my own as he did the same.

Everything that felt so wrong at that moment felt so right, having sex with a Stilinski boy, having it with one of the twins, having it with Thomas.

I knew it would be something to remember.

As soon as we finished stripping ourselves of our pants, we looked up at each other. Without listening to my conscience, I looked down at the crotch of the boy's boxers, there, a little way down, was a small evident wet patch where his erection seemed to be prodding at the material.

"Did you already get off in your pants?" he narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by the shitty joke, "ha, ha, ha. I'll be getting off in you." I watched as a grin crossed his lips and he closed the little bit of distance between us.

Our lips connected seconds later and I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my ass, finding it a bit harder than I had originally thought to reach the boy's lips at the angle we currently stood in, I wasn't the least surprised when Thomas cupped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me into his arms.

"You seem eager." he rolled his eyes, yet again, not amused. Pulling away from his soft lips I frowned at him, "if you wanna be grumpy we can stop." while the threat wasn't completely threatening, it seemed to get Thomas out of his mood, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relieve himself, not when he was so close."I'm going to fuck you so good." he mumbled leaning forward to gently drop me onto the mattress.

Letting out a small laugh, I pulled him forward a thrill rushing through my body as he fell on top of me. "Stop talking about it and do it already." I spoke my lips just barely leaving his to get the words out, pulling back after a moment, his expression neutralized worry pricking at the edges.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he seemed nervous, maybe even on edge, as if the scene would disappear if he didn't find some way to engage every few moments.

I gave a small nod scooting closer to him, his face softened with a smile and he leaned forward bringing his hands up to my legs to gently spread them so he could have access to what they had before blocked, he sprawled out on his stomach his face mere inches from my heat, I could feel his cool breathing fanning out across my folds as he remained still his eyes taking it all in.

Looking up at me with hungry eyes, he moved to open his mouth, "has Stiles ever seen you like this?" frowning, I slightly sat up confused by the question, "no, why's it matter?" he shook his head reaching his hand forward to push me back into the mattress, "just try to relax." he mumbled leaning forward once again.

The second his tongue flicked across my clit, I knew I had been missing out with the Stilinski boy. He had a magical tongue, that much was for sure.

He kitten licked a stripe through my folds his tongue feeling warm and foreign to my body as I took in the sensation, letting out a small moan, I reached my hand down to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair the boy contentedly mumbling beneath his breath at the sudden action.

A cough sounded throughout the room.

Both of us shot up from our position frantically searching for cover before our eyes fell to the person at the door; Mitch.

Thomas had claimed he wouldn't be home for several more hours as he had to go grab a few things from the store and then meet up with his boss.

And there he was, standing before us.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned into the doorframe, taking a step forward, he let his arms fall to his sides before shooting Thomas an amused look, "you know, when you paid me twenty bucks to leave the house for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be fucking anyone." I shot Thomas a look half tempted to tell him to get rid of his perv of a brother.

Thomas- clutching a blanket over his exposed skin- glared at his brother, "can you go? Like, out of the house? We're kinda in the middle of something." Mitch pursed his lips, "I can see that." he spoke crossing his arms over his chest again, Thomas frowned before gesturing to the door, "then go." his voice was tight with frustration, he'd simply asked for him to leave for some bit and there he was, home earlier than they'd agreed upon.

"I'm gonna need a bit more, to keep this to myself of course." Thomas scowled at the boy, there was no way in hell he'd tell their Dad, unless he did. And then he'd never hear the end of it. "I don't get paid till next Wednesday." he whined gesturing to his small clear mason jar on his desk, all that sat within it was a few pennies.

"I wasn't talking about money you dumbass." he paused shifting his gaze to me for a brief moment, "I want her." Thomas's eyes widened and he turned to look at me with a rough shake of his head, "go the hell away Mitch, fucking creep." he mumbled turning to grab his lacrosse stick.

"Why don't we ask her what she wants? An experienced guy, that can make her cum, or, an inexperienced teen that has trouble staying hard?" Thomas frowned turning to look at me for an answer, I didn't want to answer, but Mitch's offer seemed a lot better compared to what Thomas had laid out on the table.

"Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?" the name sent a thrill down my spine, something it shouldn't have done.

"What about both? I've got more than one hole." Mitch raised an eyebrow before a smile fell across his lips, "I think we can fit it all in one, doll." Thomas turned to look at his brother questioning why in God's name he wanted to fuck her to begin with.

Moving to pull his shirt over his head, Mitch turned to glance at his brother, "she a virgin?" the boy rolled his eyes, "why don't you ask her?" Without waiting for his question to roll around to me, I answered, "I'm not." Mitch smiled, not that I was able to see it, "this is gonna be an interesting time then." he spoke stripping himself of his pants until only his boxers remained, he gestured to the blanket covering Thomas's boxers half tempted to tell him it wasn't necessary.

"Get your pants off, you can't fuck her with your dick tucked away." Thomas mumbled something incoherent beneath his breath quickly tossing the blanket off to the side as his brother pulled his boxers down his legs revealing the long length he had managed to hide away behind the fabric.

The younger of the two followed suit slightly put off by the fact his cock was out for both of them to see, he stopped a foot away from his brother watching as his eyes fell over the covered sight of me.

I felt odd, out of place, like an object the boy was desperately seeking to get a use out of. And it gave me a small rush of adrenaline.

"I'm thinking hands and knees." Mitch stated turning back to look at his brother, he reached his hand up to his neck and gently scratched it before giving an absent shrug, "I don't see why it's important... what position we fuck her in." Mitch clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tommy, tom." he turned to look at his brother. "We do hands and knees when we want to use more than one hole." Thomas's eyes widened, not that they should have, as I'd already proposed both of them get a go.

"You are too cute." he mumbled beneath his breath making his way around the side of the bed before climbing onto the mattress, he softly poked at the sheet- the only thing hiding my body from his lustful eyes- "come on doll, there's no point in hiding." he reached for the sheet pulling it away with a soft whiz as it slid right off the bed.

"I'll take her mouth, you can take the other." Thomas- unsure of what the hell they were trying to attempt- climbed onto the bed refraining from letting out a sound of protest when Mitch flipped me onto my stomach the mattress feeling cold against my warmed skin.

"Come on sweetheart, hands, and knees for me." I did as told my heart racing at the thought of what was going to come next, I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.

Mitch gestured to my arms meeting Thomas's gaze for a split second, "grab her hands, once we start going at it she's gonna be trying to pull off my cock, it'll give you more leverage too." Thomas looked down half embarrassed and half worried, he had no clue what he was doing.

"Go on, grab her arms." he restated, resting his hand beneath my shoulder blades to try and keep me from falling face-first into the mattress, he waited until Thomas had begun to position his cock at my entrance to get his own ready to be pushed into my mouth.

"Get it in and then grab her." he spoke looking down at me to catch the look on my face as Thomas slid in, when he did, I could feel my hole stretching around him, and it felt like absolute blinding bliss.

After a few moments of the boy trying to make sure his cock wasn't going to slip out, he reached forward and grabbed my arms holding them tightly behind me in each of his hands, meanwhile, Mitch had nudged his cock past my lips his hands finding their way to my hair as he thrusted a few times waiting to see what his brother's pattern would look like.

"Tom, pick up the pace, she's not gonna cum with you going at it like a sloth." Thomas let out a grunt beneath his breath roughly thrusting forward with unknown energy, "there you go." he smiled thrusting forward past my lips, now I understood why he'd told Thomas to grab my arms.

He wanted me to gag around his cock.

And he was surely doing that much.

The long length slid throughout my throat with an inhumane speed my eyes watering with the gagging sensation he was providing, I could feel his length pressing into the skin of my throat, I knew that if someone were to look at it right now, they would see the outline of his cock sinking into my throat as he attempted to skull fuck me.

It only took Mitch a few seconds to gather my hair into a ponytail before he was using that to sling me back and forth like a toy of sorts, Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, and if there was one word to describe the feeling they were giving me.

It would be Euphoria.

Nothing mattered at that moment, just that Mitch's cock was sliding down my throat with no mercy to spare in regards to speed while Thomas was rocking his hips back and forth against mine with his thick length widening my hole with each thrust.

Holding me forward after the next thrust, Mitch watched my eyes as they continued to water and I gagged around him once more, a smile crossed his lips, "you like choking on my cock sweetheart?" giving a subtle nod I waited for him to continue, to provide me with some relief, instead, he brought his hand across my face and watched as I gagged even harder around him.

"Yeah, I bet you liked that you little slut." he paused before bringing his hand down across my cheek again, "you like being fucked by two guys at the same time? Are you so eager for cum that you wanna be a whore?" when no response came he brought his hand up again and brought it across my cheek, "I asked you a question slut, now answer." he pushed back my head with a pop from my lips waiting for his answer.

"Yes." I mumbled, he grabbed my chin tilting it up towards his face, "yes what?" I paused unsure of what he wanted me to call him. "Yes Daddy." my voice came out warbled from all the spit but it didn't matter as he dove right back in and started to increase the pace and severity of his thrusts. I let my tongue slid beneath Mitch's cock quickly locating the prominent vein that was located there, I looked up at him through teary eyes as drool leaked from my lips at the sudden feeling of him shuddering inside of me, seconds later he would shoot his thick white liquid down my throat without warning before pulling me off his length.

He let out a pant watching as I gasped for air a few strings of his cum dripping down my chin with the bubbly spit gathering at the edges, a few moments later, Thomas was letting out a grunt before abruptly pulling out as Mitch slapped my ass.

He watched him with wide eyes, he'd been so close, and like most things, Mitch seemed to have screwed that up for him as well.

"Get under her." he stated, willing himself not to argue with his brother, he laid on the bed gently pulling me to lay atop him, "hey princess." he softly smiled reaching his hand up to dab at the drool, "she looks pretty good all fucked out with swollen lips right?" Thomas nodded his head, he couldn't disagree, she did look good.

"You can go ahead and start with her." he stated hovering at the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow, he adjusted his cock at my entrance before slowly pushing in his eyes taking in the sight of me opening my mouth to moan, "thrust a few times and then stop." Mitch spoke again climbing onto the bed to approach me from behind.

Thomas did as told pausing on his fourth stroke to meet his brothers gaze, "I meant what I said about fitting all of it in one doll." and with that, he began to wedge his spit slicked cock into my hole, despite the fact I had been the one to propose the idea, I hadn't actually expected them both to use the same hole, at the same time.

But it felt mind-blowing.

Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing that mattered was that they both move. I let out a moan letting my head fall onto Thomas's chest with a soft thud, Mitch, eager to get started, yanked me up so I was somewhat on my knees- my hole available for him to pound with Thomas's help- "can someone please just start moving, I need to cum... so bad." I moaned out the packed feeling in my hole sending rushes through me.

I desperately needed a release.

"Sure thing doll." I regretted the decision for a split second before the euphoria hit again, I wasn't even sure it was possible, not till it happened, but, Mitch slid in effortlessly roughly thrusting forward with as much force as he could muster. Thomas- finally picking up on what the idea was- began to thrust as well his own cock squeezing against his brothers as they worked together to fuck my hole.

It was one thing to have one cock, but two, going as fast and rough as they were, it was something I could have never imagined.

Something from an erotic dream.

The older of the two reached forward taking my hair in his hand once again, pulling my head up from Thomas's chest he would now be able to hear all the sounds I'd been trying so hard to muffle against the boy's chest.

"Holy fuck." I whined, the sound of skin slapping and moans resonated throughout the house, and for the first time in forever, I thanked the fact that I'd ignored my gut and gone to Thomas's house when no one else was around.

"Just like that, moan for me doll." Mitch spoke bringing his other hand to my ass before roughly slapping at the already red skin, it seemed he knew no limits, not that I was complaining.

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to get out my skin slick with sweat as both of them continued to pound my aching hole, "you better not sweetheart, not till we get to fill you up." absently nodding, I could feel the spring in my stomach slowly beginning to wind up, it only snapped when I felt the hot stringy liquid shooting through my hole from both boys' cocks.

Opening my mouth, a moan escaped as they lazily thrusted a few times trying to get me through my orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thomas reached his hand down quickly rubbing at my clit for a few moments before I let out a sound between a moan and a scream, something that sent Mitch grinning before he pulled out his cock soft from the high he'd just experienced.

Running a hand through his hair, he watched as my body slightly shook from the bone-shattering orgasm for a few moments, it was single-handedly the best thing I'd ever experienced.

"Shit, I wish I'd come home sooner." he mumbled watching as his brother pulled his cock from my hole and their hot cum slowly began to drip from my throbbing heat.

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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*Letting Off Steam Part 2–Mitch Rapp

Part 1, Part 3

Warning: language, smut, bathroom sex, fingering

It's been a week since Rapp and I slept together and I haven't been back to his apartment. He's tried calling me, but I've ignored it.

I wanted to see him again, but I couldn't. I knew that the minute I saw him again, I would want to jump his bones.

I took a deep breath as I walked into the gym. I looked around slightly disappointed when I didn't see a certain person. I rolled my shoulders and shook my head. I spent the whole day trying to get him out of my head.

I wasn't even close to being successful. I was grabbing my stuff from my locker at the end of the day when I heard some of my trainer friends walk into the locker room.

"Hey, Y/N!"

I turned around to see them smiling excitedly at me. "Hey girls," I smiled.

"We were gonna go to that club downtown to celebrate Alice getting married. You in?" Maggie asked, practically bouncing on her toes.

Hmm, drinking, dancing, and hot guys? Maybe this is exactly what I needed to help me forget about Rapp.

"I'm in," I smirked.

* * * * *

That night, I slipped on the kind of dress that made me look good as well as feel good. The kind that showed off my figure and revealed a sneak peek of the girls. The dress that made all your friends jealous and all the guys check you out.

"Y/N!"

"Damn girl!"

"Aren't you a hot piece of ass?"

I laughed as I did a little twirl in front of our table. I froze when I made eye contact with the last person in the world I ever thought I would see again.

Mitch Rapp.

He stared right back at me, the same surprise on his face that was probably on mine. I blushed as he slowly looked me up and down, biting his lip. Even from across the room I could see the lust in his eyes.

"Y/N? Girl, what is wrong with you?"

"And who is that sexy ass man who looks like he is thinking of at least twenty different things he'd like to do to you?"

"Um no one," I cleared my throat, quickly turning back around.

Throughout the night, I constantly caught Mitch staring at me. I tried to ignore him but it was pretty hard when every time I looked over he was already staring at me. While I was at the bar with my friends, Mitch was sitting at a table with some man.

"I'll be right back," I yelled over the music. "I gotta pee."

Once I was finished going to the bathroom, I washed my hands and used a wet paper towel to clean myself up a little. I ignored the door opening and closing as I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make it look decent.

"Well," I sighed. "That's just going to have to do. . . I guess."

"You always look gorgeous when you're sweaty."

I jumped at the sudden male voice, echoing in the women's restroom. I looked in the mirror to see Mitch standing in the bathroom doorway. "What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked, turning around.

"I had to. . . When you walked into the bar. . ." He stuttered. There was something in the way he looked at me that made all the feelings from our one night together come rushing back.

"You left," he said as he took a step towards me. "That morning, I woke up and you were just gone."

"I'm sorry," I stuttered as he continued to walk towards me. I held my breath as he stood right in front of me. "I just. . . I thought. . ."

I took in a sharp breath as he reached forward and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. Before I could say or do anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.

I gasped as he pressed me up against a stall door. My arms wrapped around his neck as our lips moved in sync. I held in a moan as he bit down on my bottom lip, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I started breathing heavily as he pulled away and started kissing my neck.

"Mitch," I moaned as he slightly bit down on my collarbone. I subconsciously ran my fingers through his hair and wrapped one of my legs around his waist, pulling us closer.

"You know," he mumbled against my skin. "It really hurt when you left me, naked in my apartment."

He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue immediately exploring my mouth as his hand gripped my thigh, massaging the inside of it with his thumb. "I'm still waiting for an apology," he mumbled against my lips. He started kissing my neck again, biting down when he found my sweet spot.

I gasped when he slid his hand higher up my thigh, under the skirt of my dress, and grabbed my ass. "Still waiting," I felt him smirk against my jaw.

"I'm sorry," I gasped as he slid his hand further up my dress, playing with the seam of my underwear. I felt slightly disappointed as he pulled away, removing his hand from under my dress.

"Let me make it up to you," I whispered as I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the handicapped stall. I roughly pushed him against the tiled wall, my lips hungrily moving against his.

Mitch bit my bottom lip, taking his chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. Our moans echoed off the bathroom walls as our tongues fought for dominance. I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he immediately caught me. He switched our positions, making me gasp when I felt my back press against the cold wall.

He put me down, not breaking the kiss. The second my feet touched the ground, I instantly unbuttoned his pants. I smirked into the kiss as I heard the clink of his belt hitting the bathroom floor.

Mitch reached around and slowly unzipped my dress, the fabric pooling at my feet. He pulled away and bit his lip, lust burning in his eyes. "How are you so damn sexy?" He growled as he forcefully pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side.

We stood in the stall, only wearing our underwear, looking at each other. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, my body now squished between him and the cold bathroom wall. I moaned loudly as he started moving his body against mine, creating friction as he sucked on my neck.

"Holy fuck. This is hot," I moaned, tilting my head back to get him better access. I let out an even louder moan as he started grinding against my body to the beat of the song coming from outside the bathroom. He continued to move his body against mine as his hands played with the waistband of my underwear.

He had just slipped his hands in my underwear, squeezing my ass, when we heard the bathroom door swing opened followed by a loud group of girls. He pulled away and stared down at me with a smirk on his face. He put a finger to his lips as he slid his other hand into me. I leaned my head back and bit my lip to keep from screaming his name.

He leaned to whisper in my ear, his fingers going deeper inside of me. "I know you want to scream my name," he whispered huskily into my ear. "You probably even want to get caught, you naughty girl. You'd love for someone to catch me fingering you in a bathroom stall. Just like I would love for someone to catch me fucking you senseless."

I let out a loud gasp as he slowly, almost painfully, pulled his fingers out of me. I bit my lip as he wiped his wet fingers on my stomach. He knelt down, not breaking eye contact, as he used his tongue to clean my stomach. Once he had licked my entire stomach he dragged his tongue up my body, all the way to my mouth.

I accidentally let out a moan when he forced his tongue into my mouth. Luckily, the girls were talking too loudly about a group of hot frat guys that just walked into the bar to hear me.

As our tongues fought for dominance, I reached forward and snapped the waistband of his boxers. He pulled away and stared down at me with a lustful glare. I put my hands on his bare chest and pushed him back. Right before his knees were about to hit the toilet, I dropped my hands and took a step back.

With a smirk on my lips, I slid my underwear down my legs. He followed my suit, tossing his boxers over to where the rest of our clothes were bundled together in the corner. I took a step towards him and pushed him so he was sitting on the toilet. He watched closely as I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, tossing it behind me.

I walked closer to him and straddled his hips, hovering over him. I patiently waited for the girls to finish up. The longer they took, the antsier Mitch got.

When we finally heard the door close, Mitch let out an audible sigh of relief. I smirked before bringing my hips down to his, making him roughly slip into me. I continued to move my hips, causing him to pulse in and out of me.

He leaned his head back and held in a moan as I moved my hips faster. I wasn't successful at holding in my moan as he grabbed my waist, pulling me down, causing him to push even further into me.

My orgasm reached its peak when I felt him release into me. I stood up, him sliding out. I leaned down and pressed my lips to his in a passionate kiss before pulling away. I laughed at the pout on his lips.

I turned around and started rummaging through the pile to find my clothes. I slipped on my underwear and clasped my bra. I stepped into my dress and struggled to zip it. I turned around when I heard Mitch laugh.

He was finishing pulling his shirt over his head as he watched me. "Well," I sighed. "Are you just going to watch me or are you going to help?"

He sent me a playful smile before walking over and zipping up my dress. When he finished, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my neck. I turned around, immediately wrapping my arms around his neck. I pulled him down and pressed my lips to his.

Suddenly, Mitch pulled away. I looked at him strangely as he avoided eye contact. I bit my lip as he finally looked up at me.

"Why did you leave?" He asked, softly.

"I didn't think you would care," I said, softly. "I thought that. . ."

"That it didn't mean anything? That I was just using you or something?"

"Well, you did say you needed to let off steam," I mumbled, looking down at our feet. Mitch reached forward and used his index finger to lift up my chin.

The second we made eye contact, he pressed his lips to mine. Not in the way he kissed me the night we slept together or how he's been kissing me since he walked into the bathroom, but softer. He pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine.

"I'll be honest," he whispered. He pulled away and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "It started out that way. But when I woke up in bed alone, I started thinking. Probably a lot more than I should have. I started thinking about that night and all the days leading up to it. Then I started thinking about you and. . ."

He didn't finish his sentence as he just smirked. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. We pulled apart, breathless.

"We should umm. . . We should probably go," I said, clearing my throat. "Do you wanna go somewhere quieter to talk?"

Mitch smirked at me before his face faltered a little. "I can't," he stuttered.

"Oh," I said, stepping around him. "I get it." I cleared my throat as I started to walk out of the stall, fixing my dress.

"Wait, Y/N. Stop." He said, grabbing my wrist and turning me around. "It's not what you think. I want to, believe me. I really want to. It's just. . . Things are complicated right now."

"Complicated?"

"Yes," he sighed. "I can't say much, but after I couldn't get a hold of you, I was recruited."

"Recruited? By who?"

"It's complicated. I just. . ." He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. "Screw it," he mumbled.

"What?"

"I got recruited by the CIA," he said quickly. "I'm working a job right now and if we're seen together, you could get hurt."

"You're working for the CIA?" I asked, not really understanding or believing what he was saying.

"I know how this sounds," he sighed walking towards me so he was right in front of me. He gently grabbed me, slowly rubbing his hands up and down my arms. "But you just have to trust me. I can't risk you getting hurt, Y/N. I won't."

He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear before leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine. As our lips moved in sync, we heard someone walk in.

"I'll go out first," I mumbled against his lips before pulling away. "Then you can quickly walk out of the woman's restroom without getting caught." He pressed another kiss to my lips before taking a step back as I walked out of the stall.

We quickly left the bathroom, somehow avoiding catching the eye of one of the many drunk dancers.

"Hey, Y/N." He said before I could walk back to my friends. I turned around to see him smiling at me. "I'll call you when things start to calm down, okay?"

I sent him a wink before walking back to my friends, a blush forming on my cheeks.

Mitch's POV

Once Y/N had walked back to her friends, I cleared my throat and fixed my shirt as I went back to the table Hurley was still sitting at.

"You were gone a long time," he said, not looking up from the file in his hands.

"Ran into an old contact," I said glancing over at Y/N. I smirked when she looked over and noticed me watching her. I bit my lip when she sent me a wink before turning her attention back to her friends.

"Who is she?" Hurley asked looking up at Y/N from over his shoulder.

"She trained me before I joined you," I said, acting like nothing happened. I looked up as Hurley shrugged.

"She any good?" He asked, taking a sip of his beer.

"She's pretty intense."

"Hmm," he hummed. "Maybe I should talk to her. We could always use a girl like her to go undercover when we need it."

"A girl like her?" I mumbled.

Hurley kept talking, ignoring my question. "She tough? She might have to take a couple of hits."

"She can handle herself. Believe me." I cleared my throat when he looked over at me. "She's skilled. She could easily withstand her own," I added. "She could probably take down more than half of the guys back at Orion."

"Can she take you down?" He asked.

"She was training me, not trying to kill me," I shrugged. "It'd be a different story if she wanted to kill me."

He simply nodded. I looked over at him, my eyes widening as he stood up. "What are you doing?" I asked, quickly jumping up. I looked down and noticed I had grabbed his arm. I cleared my throat as I let him go.

"I'm going to go talk to her," he said with a knowing look. "Unless it's something personal."

"No, sir."

I watched as he walked over to Y/N, who was ordering alone at the bar. I bit my lip as he started talking to her. My breath got caught in my throat when she turned around and noticed me. I watched as she nodded her head before he led her over to our table.

"Rapp, I believe you know Ms. Y/F/N Y/L/N."

"Yes," I said awkwardly standing up. "Nice to see you again." She nodded, a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Y/N has agreed to help," Hurley said sending me a look. "Here is everything we know about our target." He handed her the file. She hesitated and looked at me before taking the file.

As Hurley continued to explain our operative to Y/N, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The second a smile made its way to my lips, it fell. I was reminded of what happened the last time I got close to someone.

I wasn't going to let that happen again.

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