Dylan O'Brien Imagines

*Letting Off Steam- Mitch Rapp

Warning: language, heavy make-out session, undressing, Daddy kink, fingering

I walked in and jumped when a knife hit the wall.

"Will you relax?" I sighed as I walked into Mitch Rapp's apartment. About two months ago, he showed up in my gym asking me to train him. At first, I told him I don't train wannabes, that I only train professional MMA fighters.

But he kept coming back. Eventually, I gave in. Once I did, I instantly noticed how serious he was. And how angry he was.

"All this pent up anger is going to get you killed. Go to a bar, get drunk, get into a fight. Do something to let off some steam."

"Let off steam?" He said walking towards me. I gasped when I felt my back hit the wall. I didn't stop him as he grabbed my hands and put them over my head.

He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. Our noses rubbed together as I felt his breath on my face. "I can think of a way to let off steam, but you're going to have to help me."

Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips to mine. The kiss wasn't sweet and it wasn't slow. It was fast and desperate and hungry.

He let go of my wrists and started sliding his hands down my arms. As he continued to slide his hands down my body, I wrapped my arms around his neck.

I gasped when his hands gripped my waist, pulling me into him. I could feel he was already hard as he pressed himself against my leg. I moaned as he rubbed his growing erection on my thigh, creating friction that drove me insane. I gasped when his hands slipped under my shirt.

He leaned back, his hips still pressed to mine as he roughly tore my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. His eyes scanned my almost bare chest before he pulled his own shirt over his head.

"Jump," he ordered. I didn't hesitate to do as he said. Usually, I'm the one giving orders. It was a huge turn on having him give me an order.

His hands grabbed my ass as my legs wrapped around his waist. I leaned in and started sucking on his neck as he carried us to his room.

I heard him gasp and quickly cover it up with a growl when I started to suck on his sweet spot. "Shit Y/N," he moaned as I bit down. I gasped when I felt him drop me onto the bed. He instantly crawled on top of me, a dark smirk on his face.

"Do you want me?" He asked, looking at me like he already knew the answer. He hovered over me with his knees on each side of me, pressed against the side of my hips while his hands were holding my wrists above my head.

I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted me as much as I wanted him. "Do you want me?" His voice got somehow sexier as he asked again, lust burning in his eyes.

He leaned down but instead of kissing my lips or even my neck, he started sucking on parts of my chest that weren't covered by my bra. I bit back a moan as he mumbled against my skin, "Yes or no?"

"Yes," I barely gasped out as he bit down.

"Louder baby," he growled.

"Yes," I obeyed as he roughly pressed his lips back to mine.

He pulled away and smirked down at me as his eyes glanced over my half-naked body. I should've felt subconscious being in my bra and soffe shorts around him, but I wasn't. The sexual tension has been building between the two of us since I started training him and I couldn't take it anymore.

He let go of my wrist and placed his hands just above my knees. "I have a few rules," he said as his hands slid up my thighs.

"Anything," I gasped as his hands slipped under my shorts.

"Never hide how I make you feel," he said pulling my shorts down and throwing them to the side.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Call me sir," he smirked as he reached up and played with the waistband of my underwear. "Or daddy," he smirked.

"Yes," I bit my lip when I felt myself already getting wet.

I gasped when he leaned down, put the waistband of my underwear between his teeth and slid them all the way off. He sat back up, took them out of his mouth and tossed them to the side.

I took in a breath as he grabbed my hands, pulling me so I was sitting up. He looked at my bra before looking back up at me with a smirk. I reached behind me and slowly unclipped it. I grabbed the straps and let them fall off of my shoulders before tossing it to the side. He bit his lip and looked at my bare chest as I resisted the urge to cover myself up.

He leaned forward, causing me to lean back down on the bed without him breaking our eye contact. He grabbed my hands and put them above my head as he leaned down and started sucking on my neck. I gasped when he bit my ear. "And lastly," he whispered huskily into my ear, "tell me what you want."

"Take off your sweats," I ordered. He smirked down at me before crawling backwards off the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I bit my bottom lip as he slowly slid his sweats down, them falling to the ground.

"Now what?" He said so softly it gave me chills.

"Now," I said clearing my throat. I wasn't able to get the words out but the smirk on his face showed that he already knew what I wanted him to do next. My breath got caught in my throat as his boxers fell to the floor.

"Holy shit." My cheeks burned when that accidentally slipped out. He just smirked as he slowly climbed back onto the bed, crawling over me.

"Now what do you want, baby?" He asked, his nose brushing across mine as his hand drew circles on my bare stomach.

"You," I said grabbing his face and pressing my lips to his. Our lips instantly moved in sync as his hands continued to roam around my bare body.

I moaned against his lips as one hand grabbed my breast while the other reached down and started massaging my thigh. I reached up and ran my hands through his hair, tugging hard. I smirked when I heard him moan.

He started kissing my neck as his fingers moved higher and higher up my thigh. I gasped when I felt him bite down on my sweet spot. "Fuck," I moaned as his finger slipped inside me.

I bit my lip hard as I couldn't even understand what his finger was doing to me, but what I did know what that it felt amazing.

I let out a disappointed moan as he pulled his finger out of me. "What did I say about you hiding how I made you feel?" His eyes were dark with lust.

"Cut the shit, Rapp," I said harshly, trying to catch my breath. He smirked down at me, his eyebrows playfully raised.

"Yeah?" He smiled knowingly. I bit my lip as he put my hands above my head and leaned down, our noses brushing together. "And what do you want me to do instead?"

"Fuck me."

His knowing smile turned into a lustful smirk. "Fuck me what?" He teased.

"Stop teasing and fuck me already, daddy."

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I woke up the next morning sore. Memories of last night came flooding back. I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. I loved the feeling of being touched by him. But I hated the feeling I got when I reminded myself that it could never happen again.

I quietly got up and started getting dressed. Right as he started to wake up, I quickly slipped out the door.

Part 2 Coming Soon