Warning: language, daddy kink, fingering, unprotected sex, SMUT
One day I was just a trainer for MMA fighters and the next I became a profiler for the CIA, specifically Orion. Things between Rapp and I were a little complicated. Nothing too bad. Since he was always out of town, we rarely saw each other.
Even when he was around the facility, we couldn't spend time together. An agent who was as high up as he is shouldn't be with a simple profiler like me. Which is why we kept our relationship a secret. Although we're both pretty sure Hurley knows about us.
While Rapp was out saving lives and kicking asses, I was safely at the Barn sitting in my office putting files together on potential targets. Mitch says he likes having me at the Barn because he knows I'm safe there, surrounded by agents. I looked up when I heard a knock on my office door.
"Mitch," I let out a sigh of relief when I saw him smirking in the doorway. He quickly stepped inside and shut the door as I stood up and jumped into his arms. He laughed as he easily caught me.
"Hey, babe." He whispered as he held me.
I pulled out of the hug and looked over his shoulder before turning back to him with a smirk on my lips.
"What?" He laughed. I grabbed his face and pressed my lips to his. Our lips moved in sync as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.
When I pulled out of the kiss, Mitch smirked down at me. "I missed you too, babe."
I grabbed his face and roughly pressed my lips to his. I felt him smirk into the kiss as his hands slid down my back, finally cupping my ass. I moaned as he squeezed. I let out a grunt as I pulled away and jumped into his arms, instantly wrapping my legs around his waist. I moaned as I started to suck on his neck.
"Easy there, baby," he said, purposely using his deep sex voice. "I missed you too but if we're too loud, we're gonna get caught."
"I don't care," I moaned between breaths. "Just shut up and fuck me already."
He smirked at me as he gently set me down on my desk.
"Believe me," he said deeply. I gasped as he roughly pulled me towards him, my ass partly hanging off the edge. "I intend to fuck your sexy little brains out baby, but you're gonna half to be very quiet."
As he spoke, his hands slid under my skirt. I tilted my head back and moaned as he put his hands over my pussy and shoved both of his thumbs into me, forcing my folds apart.
"Fuck!" I moaned out almost too loudly. "Holy fucking shit, Rapp."
"You're not being quiet, baby."
"I don't fucking care," I moaned. "This feels so good baby."
"It'll feel even better when it's my dick inside you."
I gasped as he roughly pulled his fingers out of me, pulling my underwear off and tossing it to the side. I tried to catch my breath as he quickly undid his pants, letting them fall around his ankles.
"Come here, daddy." I moaned as I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him closer. He grunted as he instantly pressed into me. I gripped his shoulders as he pushed himself in and out of me.
"Fuck," I mumbled as he pulled me closer, sliding deeper into me. I tilted my head back and moaned as he started sucking on my neck.
I gasped when he suddenly pulled out of me. "Baby," I barely got out.
I bit my lip as he picked me up and gently put me on the couch against the wall. He didn't hesitate to climb on top of me and start grinding into me. I lifted my hips, giving him better access.
I swore under my breath as I felt him push himself teasingly against my G-spot. He smirked down at me when he felt it too. I closed my eyes and held my breath as he repeatedly hit that spot.
"Come on, baby." He whispered huskily into my ear. "I know you want to scream my name."
I opened and closed my mouth, the feeling of him grinding in and out of me quickly becoming overwhelming. He pressed his lips to mine, roughly moving them against me as he continued to push in and out of me.
"I can't. . . I don't think. . . I can hold on much longer," I stuttered as he started sucking on my neck. He slipped one of his hands under my shirt and under my bra. My nipple instantly hardened as he played with it.
"Release, baby. I'm ready," he grunted.
I released the second he pushed deeper into me and roughly squeezed my breast. "Shit!" I swore loudly.
Rapp pulled out of me but made no sign of moving from above me. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. He leaned back and whispered, "Fuck, I've missed you."
He gently got off me and we instantly started getting dressed and straightening up my office, making sure it wasn't clear we just had sex.
After things were put back, I slowly walked over to my desk and sat down. I could feel him looking at me, but I couldn't bring myself to return the look. I played with my hands as he walked over, leaning on the edge of my desk.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," I said shaking my head.
"Y/N," he sighed making me look up at him, nervously biting my lip. "What's wrong, babe?"
"I know this is your job and you love your job and we aren't even technically supposed to be together, but. . ."
"But?" He repeated when I didn't finish my thought.
"But I wish you were able to call me more. I trust you when you leave. I trust you to be careful and smart and as safe as you can. I just. . . I get so nervous the longer you're gone and the longer I don't hear from you. I start to overthink things and I start to get nervous and scared and. . ." I took a shaky breath as a tear slid down my cheek. I gasped when Mitch reached up and caught it with his thumb.
"Baby?" He whispered with his hand still on my cheek. He tilted my head back so I was looking up at him. He smiled before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my lips. He pulled away and simply stared at me, a soft smile on his swollen lips.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his smile slightly falling. "I know this isn't easy on you and I know you hate how I leave you at the Barn, but I have to leave you behind, babe. I can't. . . I won't let you get hurt, Y/N. I won't lose you."
"I know, baby. And I understand why. I just. . ."
I was interrupted by another knock on the door. As it opened, Mitch jumped up and took a few steps away from me. Hurley walked into my office and stopped in the doorway, a smirk forming on his face as he looked between the two of us.
"Y/N," he smiled at me sweetly. "Rapp," he smirked as he turned towards Mitch. "We need you both in the briefing room. Five minutes."
He sent us a knowing look before leaving as quickly as he had appeared. Mitch looked at me, clearly holding in a laugh.
"Shall we?" He smirked, gesturing towards the door. I stood up with a small laugh. We walked to the briefing room in silence, our hands occasionally brushing against each other.
"You okay over there?" He asked, breaking the silence. "Is this about me not calling you when I'm on assignment? If it is, I'll do better. I'll call you every day and. . ."
"It's not that," I cut him off. We were right outside the briefing room, about to walk in when Mitch grabbed my arm, stopping me.
"I know that look," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're worried about something. What is it? Talk to me, babe."
"Hurley never invites me to the briefings. I usually meet with him separately to go over the guy's file and then he relays that information to you guys. I never interact directly with the other assassins. I'm never involved. If he's inviting me to this meeting. . . That means they are involving me in the case."
I looked up to see Mitch's eyes suddenly turn dark. "Mitch?" I whispered.
"You aren' t going into the field. I don't care what Hurley says. I won't let you get hurt." He didn't say anything else as he opened the door to the briefing room.
When we walked in, Hurley explained that they had a target but weren't a hundred percent sure what he looked like. They needed me to go out into the field with Mitch so I could point the guy out. Even though he didn't say anything the entire meeting, I could tell by the look on his face that Mitch wasn't happy with the idea of me going out into the field with him.
As we headed back to my office, I could feel the anger radiating off him. "Okay," I sighed once we got to my office. I sat at my desk as he sat in one of the extra chairs. "I know you're angry, but Hurley needs me. . ."
"You're not going," he said simply.
"Mitch," I sighed.
"No," he interrupted me. He looked up, his eyes soft and filled with pain. "I'm not losing you too." His voice broke causing my heart to do the same.
I stood up and walked over so I was standing in front of him. I grabbed his hands, making him stand up. I stood on my toes and pressed my lips to his. Our lips moved in sync as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest.
Mitch was the first one to pull away. When he did, he still held me close to his chest. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't lose another woman I love."
I smiled at his confession. "I love you too," I whispered.
"Then please don't come with me on this mission. I can find the guy based on your file. And you can stay here, where you're safe."
"Mitch, it's your job to take down terrorists. It's my job to make sure you get the right guy. If I don't go with you, I'm not doing my job and you can't do your job."
"I don't want to lose you," he said, his voice breaking. "After everything that's happened. . ."
"You're not going to lose me.," I cut him off. "Besides, I'll be across the hotel lobby talking to you through my earpiece. The mark won't even know I'm with you. I'll be fine. You handle the guy and I'll be safe."
I wrapped my arms around his neck, trying to reassure him. He took a deep breath, debating. He sighed as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
"Fine," he said, pulling away. "But if anything goes wrong, I'm forgetting about the mission, leaving the guy and getting you to safety."
"Deal," I smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips.
* * * * *
"I don't see anyone who would match the description. Unless I'm wrong," I mumbled into my earpiece.
"You're not wrong. Your profiles are always right," Mitch said, his voice echoing in my ear. "Our sources say he should be here, meeting a supplier."
My eyes widened when a guy walked into the hotel lobby. "Hold that thought," I mumbled. "I think. . . I think that's him. The guy walking to the bar, dark suit, blue tie. He has two security guys behind him."
"I see him," he said, his voice dark. "Head to our room. I'll come get you when it's done."
"What? Mitch, I. . ."
"Please, Y/N."
My heart sank as I heard the fear in his voice. "Okay," I said, standing up and putting my bag over my shoulder. "Go get him."
As I headed to the elevator, I saw Mitch stand up and follow the target to the bar. Right as the doors were about to shut, someone stopped them with their hands. I looked up at the person and nervously bit my bottom lip when I recognized the guy as one of the target's security guards.
"Hi," he smirked at me. Before I could do anything, he stepped towards me and roughly grabbed me, sticking a needle into my neck. I fell to the elevator ground, the last thing I saw was the smirk on his face.
Mitch's POV
I followed the target into the bar but stopped when he walked into the kitchen. I looked over my shoulder before following him. I swore under my breath when I looked around the empty kitchen. I went into the alley to find it empty, no sign anyone was there.
"Damn it," I mumbled as I headed back to the hotel and headed to the lobby. I looked around, nervous when I didn't see Y/N. I let out a sigh of relief when I remembered I had told her to go back to our room.
I quickly headed up to our room and opened the door. "Y/N?" I called out. My heart stopped and I froze in the doorway as I looked around the empty room.
My heart was pumping as I walked more into the room, running my hands through my hair.
I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm down. With shaking hands, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone to call Hurley.
"What is it?" He asked the second he answered. "Let me guess, you lost the guy."
"He took Y/N."
"Shit," I heard him mumble. "Alright, just. . . What do you remember about the guy? Was he with anyone when he. . ."
"Two guards," I cut him off. "But when I followed him, only one of them was with him. The other guard took her. The other guard took Y/N."
* * * * *
His name was Marcus Vecceit. Y/N's files are the only reason we were able to find him without her. I paced back and forth as our team got access to the security cameras, searching for any sign of Y/N. I could feel Hurley watching me, but I didn't care.
"Rapp," he said under his breath as he walked over to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the hallway. "I know," he said, sending me a look. "I know about you and Y/N. I've known about you two since that night in the club when I offered her a job. I've never had a problem with it because it's never interfered with you or her doing your job. Until now."
I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "I know I'm not supposed to make things personal, but. . ."
"What's going on with you?" He asked. "I've never seen you this. . . Pathetically clingy."
His eyes widened when he figured it out. "This isn't just a fling between you two, is it? You. . . You love her. And after. . ."
"Losing Katrina screwed me up. Royally. I have this constant fear that I'm gonna lose anyone I get close to. And I can't lose Y/N, Hurley. I just can't."
I held my breath, waiting for Hurley to yell at me for getting too close and making it personal. "I get that," he sighed. "We're going to get her back. You're the best assassin I have. If anyone can find her, it's you."
After two weeks of trying to find her, we finally tracked Vecceit to a casino. I was ready to go in guns blazing, but Hurley reminded me not to make things too personal.
Hurley and I were sitting at the bar when he nodded his head towards a guy walking in. I clenched my jaw, trying to control my anger when I saw it was Vecceti.
"Let's go," he said, hoping off the barstool. "And remember, control your anger. You can kill him after we get Y/N back."
We followed him up to the penthouse, waiting for the opportunity to go in. When it came, Hurley nodded at me. "I got your back," he said, taking the safety off his gun.
I took a deep breath before kicking the door down and going into the room with my gun up. Hurley and I easily fought off Vecceit's men. Once each one of them was dead, I knocked Vecceit to the ground and pointed my gun at him.
"Where is she?" I yelled.
"Who?" He asked.
"Y/N, you piece of shit. Where is she?!" When he didn't answer, I hit him again. And again. And again.
When he finally passed out, I took a step back. My breathing was sharp and fast as I tried to calm down. I couldn't as all I could think about was Y/N somewhere, hurt and scared. Or worse.
"Rapp."
I jumped when Hurley put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, pity in his eyes. He sighed as he let me go. "We could still find her."
I scoffed as I put my gun back in the waistband of my pants. "She could be anywhere, Hurley. They could be keeping her in another state for all we know."
"The CIA girl?"
We both turned around to see a boy a few years older than me, coming out of the other room. Hurley and I both reached for our guns and pointed them at him. He put his hands up, taking a small step back.
"Her name is Y/N, right?"
"Where is she?" I asked, through my teeth as my grip tightened around my gun.
"They have her in the next room. I'm actually the one who is supposed to watch her. I. . . I can take you to her."
I lowered my gun, hesitating. "If this is a trap," Hurley said before I could say anything.
"It's not," the kid said quickly. "Follow me."
Hurley and I looked at each other before quickly following the kid into the next room. The second we walked through the door, my heart jumped into my throat.
"Y/N." Her name escaped my lips as I ran across the room over to her. She was unconscious in the hotel bed.
"They usually have her tied up in the closet, but whenever they leave me alone with her I untie her and help her lay down so she can get some rest." The guy explained as I ran my fingers through her hair.
"Why would you do that?" I heard Hurley ask him.
"Because she didn't deserve what they were doing to her," he said softly. "I didn't understand why they even took her."
"Can't believe I'm saying this, but thank you."
I bit my lip as I gently started to wake her up. "Y/N, baby? Wake up. Please."
I held my breath as she stirred, waiting for her to wake up. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her forehead as she finally started to wake up.
"Mitch?" She said, her voice soft and broken as her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey, baby." I smiled as her eyes widened. She quickly sat up and wrapped her arms around my neck. I let out a deep breath as I held her close to my chest.
"I knew you'd find me," she said under her breath.