Dylan O' Brien Imagines 2 ❤️

Mitch -Master of sex (ns)

Hi, so basically in this chapter there's no smut stuff, even though the title is, well what it is! Smut stuff will be in part two, so don't worry it doesn't end here! ;)

Mitch Rapp. There's plenty of stuff I could say about this man, yet I'm most certainly drawn to his incapacity to love. He's always been a kind, generous person, but after what happened to his lovely fiancée he's lost all the sparkle. It's not really a "sparkle", it is more like the human ability to care about someone the way he did for Katrina. Yes, he forces himself to care about the people he knows, but he doesn't want to deal with Love anymore. L with capital L.

"My emotions make me weak." He thinks "I won't let myself fall in love again."

He's wrong though. For the past three months, he's been trained by a man called Stan Hurley, that is half teaching him how to survive, half beating or make other guys beat the shit out of him. Mitch hates the other guys. I actually can't name someone he doesn't hate or is completely crazy about. Well, except for (Y/n). (Y/n) Hurley, Stan's daughter. They didn't meet like every normal "couple" does. To understand what happened, we'll have to go back to three months ago...

• Three Months Ago •

(Y/n) was sitting at a table inside her favorite bar, waiting for his dad. Stan was talking to a black haired beautiful woman, who didn't seem to be very nice. She would repeatedly look at her father, drawing the attention of a young man sitting at another table, closer to the bathrooms. He was staring at her intensely, making her uncomfortable. She got up from her table and quickly walked to the ladies bathroom to get some space. The guy was scaring her. She got inside a cabinet and locked the door. The cabinet was bigger than she remembered, probably 2,50 meters square. She leaned against the wall and exhaled heavily: she was frustrated. Her father's job had ruined her life once, and she was sure it was going to happen again. It was a shitty job; you make a lot of enemies and people always want either revenge or "justice" for those who died.

She heard the bathroom doors opening and her heart skipped a beat. "What if... no, it can't be. But... what if it's that guy?" She thought. "Nah, it's the ladies bathroom he can-..." she was cut of by a loud knocking on the cabinet door.

Tum tum tum!

She gasped and stepped back, meeting the cold wall with her back.

Tum tum tum!

"Occupied." She said with the little voice she managed to find. She heard someone stepping away from the door, so she quickly put her ear on it to try and hear if whoever it was that scared the hell out of her, was leaving. His feet were forming shadows that spread from under the door to the wall behind (Y/n) and the bathroom was filled with anxiety and stress. All of a sudden, she saw the shadows disappearing and the man crawled his way inside the cabinet she was in. He grabbed her shoulders and smashed her against the wall. The air was literally taken out of her lungs when she came in contact with the cold wall and she fell, coughing.

"Who are you? Huh?" He asked grabbing her shirt and pulling her up and back on her feet.

"What?"

"Why were you listening to what Hurley was saying? Are you a spy? A terrorist? You came here to blow the entire fucking place up?" He shouted.

"No!"

"Than why are you here? How do you know Hurley?" He asked slamming his hands on the wall, caging her.

"He's my father!" She cried out. He immediately stepped away from her and apologized.

"I-I'm sorry... I didn't know. Did I hurt you?"