CW: manipulation, smut, choking, unprotected sex, degradation, sort’ve hate sex at this point tbh, alcohol, orgasm denial, begging.
WC: 2.2K
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You swiped through the hangers until you found the outfit you were looking for. Each outfit was wildly different from the one before it, one for each scenario you could possibly get yourself into. Shoes were lined up underneath each one, jewelry and accessories sealed in plastic bags pinned to the dress. It was el incredibly meticulous they even index cards labeled each set, because each outfit, held a new personality.
These types of tasks were always your favorite. Rich men were always your easiest target. They were pathetic, gullible, insufferable men.
Carefully slipping the long black dress off its hanger, you thumbed over the index card, reading the blue ink you had neatly scrawled out yesterday.
“ Aaron Hotchner, 42 years old, unspecified high-income job, 6’2, brown hair, brown eyes. Divorced, interest in psychology, triathlons, coin collections.”
Nothing seemed off, from his personality shrunk down on an index card. He was your typical target. They were almost always rich, and either divorced or cheating on their wives. No alarms went off in your head, no suspicion was raised before this date. You prided yourself on being able to read people, especially people like Aaron Hotchner. But did you even know who Aaron Hotchner was? No, and you most certainly paid the price for assuming you did.
“ Miss. Hugo?” That was your first slip-up of the night. Forgetting your name when Aaron Hotchner called, or at least your name for tonight. After a moment of recognition, you turned your head over your shoulder, recognizing the man instantly.
His suit was well fitted, the black jacket unable to hide his sharply defined body. A red silk tie was perfectly pressed, sitting against his chest. Even his shoes looked like they’d been polished an obsessive amount of times.
Brushing your palms across the fabric on your hips, you took a deep breath, looking up at him with a soft flirty smile. “ Aaron?” Your heels clicked across the tile floor as you walked across the restaurant.
He leaned in for a soft hug, and when he did, your hands skillfully loosened the knife of his tie without detection. When you pulled away, his hand remained on your lower back as the hostess led you to a table in the back.
You let out a soft chuckle before you sat down, tilting your head down towards his tie. He looked confused and slightly embarrassed. He was the type to take pride in being the best dressed.
You stepped in, gently reaching for the tie. Taking your time, you straightened it out before carefully beginning to re-tie it. His cologne filled your nostrils and when you placed one hand lightly on his chest, his eyes quickly filled with a flash of lust. You smiled brightly, straightening the tie before you sat down. “There you go.”
It started with basic small talk, casually sipping drinks, and ordering meals. Once the food arrived at your table you became more curious. “ So what do you do for work?” You asked, focusing on cutting your food to not appear overly interested.
“ I work for the FBI.” He stated calmly as if he just announced he worked in retail. This made your heart beat a little faster. Could he figure you out? He’d already fallen for every trick in the book you’d used so far, and he didn’t seem skeptical of you in the slightest. He chuckled lowly at your scared expression. “ Not impressed? Most women are.” He stated smugly, sipping at his drink.
You laughed airily, shielding your eyes downward. “ No it’s just-“ You stopped twirling your fork when he interrupted.
“ You’re fine, I was teasing. You ready to get out of here?” He suggested, signing off the bill before sliding it into the center of the table.
He swooped around as you stepped outside, opening the car door. You thanked him with a smile, watching as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “ Your house or mine?” He questioned, eyes darkening just slightly.”
“ Yours sounds lovely.” You played along, replicating his delicate language as if his question wasn’t asking which property you’d like to fuck at.
Sometimes, just sometimes you could wish they just wanted to watch a movie or have q drink, but you worked with these men every month. It was never what they were looking for. That hope was long gone, so now you just beat them at their own game.
You tugged down your black dress down to your knees, fidgeting in your sweet until Aaron placed a firm hand on your upper thigh. He smirked when he caught the hitch in your breath.
The rest of the ride was silent until he pulled into the parking lot of a large apartment complex. Everything about it screamed wealth. The sliding glass doors, furnished lobby, and four elevators you spotted when you walked in.
Once again, his hand slid down your back, guiding you forward towards his apartment. Stepping inside the dark apartment, you leaned against the wall, sleeping off your heels. You gasped as his hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your nostrils filled with pine cologne as you stumbled backward with a rough kiss. With The hand that wasn’t holding you up, he reached behind him fumbling with the light switch. Tugging at his tie toy pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere across the room. Plucking up his collar he groaned against your lips when your hands slid under the fabric nails lightly scratching down his chest.
One hand grasped your wrist in one snatch, pulling them downwards. “ I’ll meet you in the bedroom, give me a sec,” he commanded out of breath as he raised his finger towards a retreating hallway before heading in the opposite direction.
Turning around you watched me disappear. Figuring this was your chance, slipping into the first room you came across, you quietly shut the door behind you.
Looking around you assumed it was a guest bedroom or used for storage. A gasp fell from your lips as you opened the very first drawer. Diamonds sat neatly on top of velvet, expensive and looking way too new to have belonged to the ex-wife he mentioned earlier. Which worked out better for you, morally speaking.
There was still no sound of padded footsteps coming your way. Stealthily you slid the necklace out of the drawer, dropping it into your pocket. Now for the matter of getting out of here. You rarely resorted to actually sleeping with a man to complete the job, most of the time you got out safely before that.
Dropping the necklace into your pocket, it landed with a soft clink. Looking around you realized you’d have to exit through the same door you came in.
That strange calmness that came whenever a mission was running smoothly settled over you. Slipping out into the hallway, the lock clicked shut behind you. Inhaling with a breath of relief, it got caught in your throat, or rather someone stopped it.
A large hand wrapped around your throat, making your heart beat a mile a minute. Ice cold lips and breathe that still smelled of sour whiskey brushed across your ear. “ Not the necklace you were looking for?” He chuckled lowly, making your chest tighten.
Every muscle in your body had froze. This has never happened before. You were also successful. No one had ever been smart enough to figure you out before, except Mr. Hotchner.
His hands snaked around your waist, plucking the diamonds from your pocket. “ Don’t you think you have to pay for these sweetheart?” He drawled lowly, dangling the strand of stones in front of you.
You laughed nervously, wriggling under his grip. “ You know what, how about you keep the necklace, and I’ll just head on out.” You stepped away, gasping as he caught your fingertips, harshly pulling you in. Catching you off balance, you braced a hand against his chest to catch yourself.
“ I believe,” he started placing his hand over your hand that was still propped against his chest. “ You’re supposed to pay for what you take. You don’t seem like someone who usually follows through with their promises.”
“ How long have you known?” You whispered breathlessly, shakily stepping away.
He walked over, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. He must have known you felt like your feet were glued to the floor because he trusted you long enough to walk away. “ Since the moment you walked into the restaurant. What I want to know, is how many guys you conned with sex with?” He asked, swirling his drink around. He sat down in an armchair in the corner, leaving you standing in front of him.
“ With sex? 0, the promise of sex? More than a handful,” you stated, uncrossing and crossing your legs. Something about his hard stare was unsettling. You sighed, looking around for your shoes. “ So what do you want money-“
A strong scent of cologne was you’re only warning before you found yourself pressed against the wall before. Desperate lips wrapped around yours, light stubble scratching the against your cheek. His knee was pressed against the wall between your legs, keeping you raised, so your toes barely brushed against the ground. “ I want what you came here for.” He mumbled against your neck. You dropped your head back against the fall with a gasp. “ You know what? I can do that.”
Reaching to tug his tie loose, your jaw dropped as you found your wrists pinned above your heads “ No, this time, I’m in control.” He stated with gritted teeth. “ Something I’m sure you’re not used to.” He added smugly.
“ Yes sir,” rolled off your tongue, dripping in sarcasm. No sooner had the words left your mouth, had his hands returned around your throat.
“ If I had known you were going to be this mouthy, I would have filled it a long time ago.” He complained, tugging down the zipper of your dress impatiently. Stripping off the rest of your clothes, you sat on the edge of the bed, trying to hide your reaction to his words as he finished undressing.
“ Took you long enough, “ you snarked, as he climbed onto the bed, and you straddled his waist.
“ Would’ve fucked you in the backseat of my car, if you didn’t think all your silly little tricks were still working on me.” He snapped back, snapping your hips down into the mattress. “ And like I said, I’m in control. Looks like it would take a hard fuck to get that into your stupid little brain.” He grumbled.
You rested your hands behind your head casually egging him on. “ Then do it. All I’ve seen is an awful lot of talk-“ You choked on your words as he harshly thrusted inside of you causing you to grab at his biceps.
“ Fuck,” you panted, trying to bury your head in a pillow. One thing you were not going to give him was the satisfaction of being right. Grabbing your chin, he tilted your head to look at him. “ What was that sweetheart?”
“ You’re pretty cocky for an old men.” You kept going, pretty brave for someone currently stretching from a cock stretching them out.
“ Like you’re little boyfriends could do better?” He scoffed, softly slapping your clit. A sharp whine left your mouth from the painful stimulation and Aaron saw it as the opportunity to plunge two fingers in your mouth, swirling them around. You felt him twitch inside you when you gagged on his fingers.
Just as you were reaching your climax, Hotch began to slow down. You cried out in frustration, pulling his chest flush against yours. “ I was so close-“ Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. But Hotch didn’t fall for it, simply brushing them away with his thumb.
“ Beg for it.” He growled, pressing soft kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.
Your head snapped up in shock and you shook your head. Your mind was foggy and distracted by his lips on your body.
“ Beg me to let you come.” He stated clearly, running his hands down your inner thighs. “ Your orgasms belong to me.” He smirked, watching your back arch as he pressed a soft kiss to your clit.
Your hands wove through his hair as your breathing became shallow. “ Please, just fuck me. I’ll do anything you want just let me come, ple- fuck.” You shuddered in delight as he slowly rolled his hips, his thick cock protruding past your slick walls.
“ You be okay being my little fuck toy hm? You’d be willing to submit to me and only me doll.” He taunted, enjoying the way you wriggled underneath him.
“ I’m all yours Aaron.” You mumbled, stars spotting your vision. As your body seemed to tremble, his hand slipped under your back, slowly guiding you. He whispered softly possessive phrases in your ear, though you only registered half of them through the pain and pleasure.
Dropping your hands above your head, your body went limp and you let out a shaky breath. “ Fuck.”
Hotch chuckled, scrambling up for a washcloth to clean your sticky thighs. Handing you a bottle of water, he sat down next to you. “ So if I offer you a second date, promise nothing to steal anything.” He held out his hand cheesily and you shook it with an eye roll.
A large hand wrapped around your throat, making your heart beat a mile a minute. Ice cold lips and breathe that still smelled of sour whiskey brushed across your ear. “ Not the necklace you were looking for?” He chuckled lowly, making your chest tighten.
Tags: 18+/NSFW, Aaron being sexy as fuck (yeah that deserves a warning in itself), dom/sub undertones, language, soft smut, biting (a little), fingering, oral (fem receiving), PIV sex, fluff, sweet boy Aaron.
Summary: reader and Aaron have plans to go out on a date for the first time in months… if they can even make it out of the house.
Authors Note: I hope y'all enjoy!! This little one shot was based on this ask(: Feedback is much appreciated. Also this gif??? My gooodddddddd *screeches*
As always, if I’ve missed any warnings, please do not hesitate to tell me (:
It has been exactly two months since your last date with your fiancè, Aaron. Between the serial killers not taking a break, Strauss breathing down Aaron’s neck, and Jack’s early morning soccer games, quality time together was just not in the cards. However after two cases back-to-back, Hotch told everyone to take the weekend off – absolutely no emails, no “mandatory” phone calls, nothing to do with work for two solid days.
With Jack being at Jessica’s house, and Aaron’s promise of a weekend off, you’re finally able to get dolled up tonight and feel cute instead of throwing on an uncomfortable suit and, occasionally, yesterday’s makeup. That’s how you find yourself here, standing in front of the full length mirror in your shared master bedroom. While Aaron is in the shower, you slowly slip into your dress, careful not to disturb your hair and makeup. The dress is a simple sleeveless, knee-length black dress that accentuates the waist and flares out at the bottom – it’s adorable. There’s only one problem though, you can’t zip it without help.
Hearing the shower turn off, you try to zip it for about five minutes until ultimately, you give up; there’s no way you can reach that stupid thing by yourself. Groaning, you take a deep breath and call for your fiancè who’s still in the bathroom.
“Aaron!”
Hearing the doorknob turn, you hold the dress up on your body and tilt your head in the direction of the bathroom. The sight before you nearly makes you drop to your knees – standing there in all his glory is Aaron; his hair is still wet from the shower, and the white button up that’s over his shoulders is left unbuttoned, showing off the water droplets from his hair that have fallen onto his chest, making it glisten in the light. Aaron’s black slacks hang low on his hips, his belt, loose in the loops, is still unbuckled, and he’s barefoot. He looks delicious.
You don’t realize you’re staring until you feel him flat against your back, his hands resting lowly on your hips. You tilt your head as he nuzzles his nose behind your earlobe and nips at the hollow of your throat, causing a soft moan to fall from your lips.
“Enjoying the view, sweetheart?,” he asks, looking up at you in the mirror.
Tilting your head back against his shoulder, you hum with a sigh, “MMMhmmm. Can’t help it.”
He smirks against you, squeezes your hips with his hands, and moves one of them to the front of your dress right below your neck, softly holding it there.
“Aaron,” you breathe, feeling his cock harden from behind you, “I need you to zip my dress up please. We are going to be late for our dinner reservation.”
He takes your hands from where you’re holding dress and releases them, causing the dress to fall to the floor. Moving his hands to cup your breasts, he rolls your nipples between his fingers and growls, “Mmmm, fuck the reservation. I like my dessert first anyway.”
Gripping his hair, you push his head further onto your neck, and a groan ripples through his chest. He moves down your body, hand finding its place inside your panties, and spreads your lips apart with his fingers. You’re embarrassingly wet already, whimpering as he opens you up and slips two fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick.
He hums, and when he brings his fingers up to your lips, your gaze meets his in the mirror as you part them, swirling your tongue around his digits taking them deep in your mouth.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” Aaron’s voice is low and rough, a promise of how your night will be spent – splayed across bedsheets with whispers of his name on your tongue – “Such a good girl, sucking on my fingers like that… just like you do my cock.” Taking his fingers out of your mouth he turns your head, forcing you to look at him as he kisses you. It’s softer than what you had expected – warm and wet, and full of love.
You’re too distracted in the kiss to notice his hand moving back down your body, his other gripping the back of your head, fist full of hair as he moves your head how he wants you – facing the mirror. Watching as he slips his middle and ring finger inside your dripping cunt, you bite back a moan busying your bottom lip in between your teeth, and lean your head against his shoulder once more.
“Let me hear you, sweet girl. Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” he whispers, his mouth resting softly against your temple.
The next sound out of your mouth is sinful as your hips start to have a mind of their own, thrusting against Aaron’s hand and using every bit of leverage to chase your high. His hot palm suddenly hits your swollen clit and instantly your vision starts to blur – your first orgasm of the night washing over you. Whispers of “fuck, Aaron” and “oh god” roll off of your tongue like butter as you throw your head back – watching, feeling, smelling, and tasting nothing but him as he consumes every one of your senses, splitting you apart on his fingers.
“That’s it,” he breathes, his cock now twitching painfully in his slacks as he helps you ride out your orgasm, “that’s my girl.” Slowly as to not overstimulate you, he slides his fingers out of your pussy and places them in his mouth, moaning as he cleans your release off of them.
Aaron’s holding onto you with his other hand, his arm now placed around your waist grounding you so don’t fall. Taking some deep breaths, you lift your head off his shoulder, a smile gracing your lips as he turns you around and pulls you to his chest.
Aaron’s hands come up to cup your face, his nose brushing against yours. He smells faintly of Irish Spring – fresh bergamot and citrus, with woody undertones. “You’re beautiful, so incredibly beautiful.”
Looking up at him through your eyelashes, a smile creeps up on your face and your cheeks heat up. Even after three years together, he still somehow manages to make you flustered, your heart skipping a beat at his words as he brings you in for another kiss, soft and slow, just like the last.
Wrapping your leg around his thigh, he taps the back of yours, a signal for you to jump and put your legs around his waist. You follow his lead as he picks you up, carries you to the bed, and crawls on top of you.
–
“Hi, sweet girl.” His voice is softer than before, one hand finding a place beside your shoulder as he holds himself up and kisses your nose, caressing the side of your face with the other. Wrapping both arms around his back, you giggle, and bring most of his body weight down on top of you “Hi, handsome.”
Aaron brushes his lips against yours, nipping softly at your bottom one as you open it, inviting him in for a deeper kiss. He takes the invitation with gusto, and smiles against your lips when a moan slips from your mouth. He pulls you closer as his lips trail down your body – your jaw, neck, collarbone, and chest – stopping only to suck a bruise into the soft flesh of the top of your breast.
Your hands find a place in his hair, pulling on it as soft moans fall from your lips, the feeling of his mouth almost enough to send you over the edge. He looks up at you through his lashes and smirks against your skin. “MMmm such pretty sounds you’re making for me” he coos, not bothering to move his mouth from your body as he makes his way down to the top of your panties.
“Aaron,please,” you whine, arching your back as his mouth ghosts over the wet spot on your panties.
He smirks against you, his hands draping themselves over your thighs, “Please what, sweet girl?,” he asks, pushing your panties down your leg, “What do you need?”
“You, Aaron. You,” you plead, “give me your mouth, fingers, co- OH.”
The sudden feeling of his mouth on your pussy breaks you away from your thoughts; his tongue swiping at the wetness between your folds as he looks up at you.
The sight before him is breathtaking: your back is arched, skin flushed and glistening in a thin sheen of sweat as you take your bottom lip between your teeth, throwing your head back with a cry of his name on your tongue. He hums against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your body as he fucks further, deeper into you with his tongue, his nose brushing against your clit in the process.
“Ohfuck,” you groan, throwing your head back, “F-feels so good, baby.”
“You like that, sweetheart?,” he asks breathlessly, working his middle and ring finger into you as he raises up, his lips plump and shiny with your slick. Lowering his body down on top of you, he kisses your neck, nips at the hollow of your throat while you run your fingers through his hair.
With a death grip on his dark locks, the words evaporate from your mouth as he continually finds that spot within you, working you to the edge over and over again.
“Aaron”
He smirks against your skin, his thumb coming up and circling your clit, and it causes the tension to snap – waves of pleasure explode throughout your entire body as you come undone around his fingers for a second time that night.
Aaron slows his pace, helping you ride out your orgasm, and kisses his way down your body once more. An intense whine leaves your mouth at the sudden loss of his fingers as he stands to take his own clothes off. He shakes his head and laughs, actually laughs, at your reaction.
“‘s not funny,” you pout, hiding your face in your hands.
He takes your hands in his own, removing them from your face, “Oh but it is,” he smirks, kissing your nose. “You can’t get enough, can you?” He’s smug when he asks, but when you look down and see him lying naked between your legs, you can’t bring yourself to care. His hair is tousled from where you’d been pulling on it, his breathing labored, and he feels warm under your fingertips; he looks relaxed, and really reallysexy.
Aaron runs his cock along your folds pulling you out of your thoughts, and you bite your lip, struggling to find the words.
“I just… want you, always. Please, Aaron.”
“Shh, shh,” he soothes, running his fingers through your soft hair, “Don’t worry, sweet girl, I’ll give you all you want,”
–
“Oh god,” he rasps, tossing his head back as he slowly pushes into you, giving you time to adjust to his size. He knows he won’t last long now, knows that the softness of your skin underneath him will unravel him in a heartbeat. But when your hands grip his shoulders and pull him as close as possible to your body, he puts it in the back of his mind, and works tirelessly to get you off one more time.
Your hips come up to meet his each time, continuing the same rhythm you’ve been so used to in the three years you’ve been together. He holds both of your hands on each side of your head, his tongue licking into your mouth as you sigh, and a smile graces your lips when he kisses you.
“I love you,” he breathes, his lips still attached to yours.
He knows your body better than he knows his own, knows when you’re close by the physical responses of your body, so when your walls flutter around his cock, he moves his hand between you, finding your clit with ease just like he’s done a thousand times before.
A strangled noise of what sounds like his name rolls off your tongue and you hiss, eyes rolling in the back of your head as you’re pushed over the edge one last time. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his own hips stutter, and he collapses – a shattered breath leaving his chest as he spills himself inside you.
Aaron holds you close, the deep sound of his breathing and heartbeat being the only two things you can hear in the bedroom. As you look up at him through your lashes, a smile graces your lips and you look up to kiss him, soft and slow, just like he loves.
“What was that for?,” he asks, confusion dripping from his voice as he steadily tries to catch his own breath.
You always keep the local news on as you cook. It’s just enough noise that the apartment doesn’t feel empty, but not so interesting to distract you from what you are actually doing. The reports of local robberies drone on behind you as you prepare dinner. You hear the door open behind you. “Hey, honey, how was your day?”
Aaron drops his briefcase before turning off the television. “It was fine. What’re you making?” He wraps his arms around you.
“I was going to make chicken, but apparently we’re out, but I had already started the potatoes, so chili,” you explain.
“Smells good.”
You hum in response, swaying in his arms. “It’s almost done, you wanna get a bowl?”
Kissing the top of your head, he steps away to set the table for the two of you. The two of you move in comfortable silence before Aaron speaks up, “I actually had something to talk to you about.”
“Okay.”
“How would you feel about moving?”
You glance up from your meal. “What are you getting at, Aaron?”
“Nothing is set in stone or anything, but I’ve been thinking about applying for a spot in the Behavioral Analysis Unit,” he mumbles the last part of his sentence, “in Virginia.”
“Oh,” you answer, not knowing what to say. “That’s a big change.”
“Yeah. That’s why I wanted to talk to you before I did it.”
“Can I ask why you want to?”
“I’m just so sick of always being one step behind. If there was a way I could figure out who I was looking for before he could do anything, (Y/N), I would do anything.”
“Then, I think you should go for it,” you respond. You can see how much he wants this, and you have no doubt that he has built an entire case to try to convince you to agree.
“Really?”
“Really.” You reach across the table for his hand. “I can tell how much this means to you, and I know you’d be great at it.”
“What about your job? And we’d been talking about having kids, are you sure you’re willing to put that off?”
“Aaron, were you wanting me to say no?”
He smiles. “No. I just want to make sure you’re really okay with this. I don’t want you to hate me in five years when we still don’t have kids and you’re unemployed.”
“I’m never going to hate you, even if you just assume I’ll be unemployed.” You squeeze his hand. “I love you so much, and I want you to be happy. If anything, you’re going to resent me if I tell you not to take this job that you obviously want.”
“Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
“It’s always nice to hear.” You resume your meal. “So, what do we need to do to get you to Quantico?“
Summary: Hotch x Fem!Reader. Hotch comes home from a tough case and takes his anger out on you in the best kind of way.
Warnings: Language, smut—rough sex, dirty talk, daddy kink, mention of gunshot injury to arm. WC—+3.5K
A/N: Hi I’m a slut for Hotch and this is the evidence in the case against me
You were going insane; one entire month off of work and you were over being cooped up in the house. It wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate time off. But because you were currently recovering from an injury in the field it meant you couldn’t make the best of your free time. You were stuck inside, forced to rest and recover. After the first week, you were bored out of your mind.
At least you’d had Jack, your adopted son, to keep you company when he wasn’t in school. You were even able to take him to the bus each morning, a job normally reserved for his Aunt Jessica, because the stop was in front of the house two doors down. Aaron had been reluctant, seeing as you had to climb a whole three steps to get back inside the townhouse the three of you lived together in, but he relented when you reminded him that your concussion and healing gunshot would to your left arm didn’t prevent you from being able to walk.
But this week, Jack was away on a school trip and you were left on your own. You’d hoped to have some time with Aaron, but he’d been called away on a case in New York, and like you knew all too well, the bigger the city, the longer the case. You just had to get through this last week; your injuries had healed and your physical therapy sessions for your arm were going great. You would be back in the field soon enough, although your boss—and husband—had insisted on two weeks of desk work and case consultation before he would allow you to strap on your gun again.
Summary: Reader gets arrested at a bar. Her boss comes to save her, but after months of frustration she doesn’t get the response she expects. However, she receives much more than she can handle.
“That pervert is lucky all I did was break his nose” You roll your eyes at officer idiot questioning you. Treating you as some sort of criminal, when in actuality you put the worst of criminals away. “Well we called your supervisor; you can take it up with him” The officer snickered, a lump instantly formed in your throat.
“You called who?” You yell at the dumbstruck officer in front of you, clearly not expecting your panicked response. Just after the words left your mouth, your boss crossed the barrier into the holding room. Your stomach instantly flipped, as if you had been caught by a parent as a child. Your eyes meeting his; he stared with the same scolding glare you were expecting. The same look you’d seen many times; it always gave you chills. However, you had never been the one sitting on this side of the table feeling its full force. He folded his arms tightly over his broad chest, eyes lingering at the cuffs connected to your wrist.
At that moment, you couldn’t find words to defend what he was seeing, you could only imagine his thoughts. Your barely appropriate dress, your makeup, unlike anything he had seen at work. He finally peeled his eyes off of you, somehow that making you feel even worse.
“Please remove the cuffs, I can handle it from here. Thank you again for the call.” Hotch finally spoke, but only to the officer, nodding to him. He returned the nod and quickly walked over removing your restraints.
“Thanks.” You gripped at the idiot who arrested you, rolling your eyes at him again. Hotch shot you a warning glare, causing you to sigh while massaging your wrists. This night was utter bullshit. The officer finally left the room, you stood expecting to follow.
“Where do you think you’re going?” His stern voice forcing your body to freeze, sending chills down your entire spine. “Um, I thought I was allowed to leave.” You replied without looking directly at him, you didn’t think you could handle it right now. “You have nothing to say for yourself?” Hotch scoffed.
“I’m sorry?” You questioned, failing to sound sincere. He doesn’t respond this time, after an uncomfortable moment of silence you finally looked to meet his stare. He let out a frustrated sigh “Let’s go. Before I change my mind.” He cautions before leading us through the police station, again thanking the captain and same officer.
“Where is my car?” You ask once outside after you were returned your phone and I.D. “I’m guessing still at the bar you were picked up at, or by now at a towing company. You can deal with that in the morning, get in.” He answers not stopping his strides toward the black SUV. You hurry to enter, afraid he might leave you here, the cool night air sending additional chills over your body, still buzzing from earlier.
The ride has an eerie silence, you had never made Hotch this mad at you, the feeling honestly made you want to hurl. You notice you aren’t familiar with the street signs you were passing. “Can I ask where we are going?” You break the silence. “My place.” He answers blankly, not removing his attention from the road. “Why?” You dare to question. “Because it is late, and you were picked up from a bar.” He shot back gripping the steering wheel tighter, not seeming to give you another option.
After ten more agonizing minutes, he finally pulls into a parking garage. You quickly jump out of the car, following Hotch through a few hallways. You felt a wave of awkwardness once he finally stopped at the door. He quickly unlocked it and opened the door for you. You look at the open door, feeling like it was a threshold you shouldn’t enter.
“Look I’m fine, I can call a cab to take me to my car.” You insist, still not crossing the threshold. “No. You shouldn’t be driving, you can stay here.” He replied like it was an order. “We aren’t at work.” You spat not believing him. “Lower your voice, your yelling will wake others.” He corrected you again, you noticing the clenching of his jaw. You groaned pushing past him into the apartment.
“Look I appreciate this but..” you start to continue your previous argument but his deep voice cuts you off. “You’re correct agent, we are not at work. Meaning, that I did not have to leave my home in the middle of the night, coming to save you from being thrown in jail. You’re lucky Jack is away or you would’ve been there until Monday.” He chastised you again, but this time he was right. Although; still being a dick to you of all people.
“I didn’t ask you to, I didn’t even tell them I was an agent so don’t try to make me feel guilty.” You plead your case as he began to walk away. “I’m not trying to make you feel anything, maybe if you had more control of your actions you wouldn’t be in this situation.” He argues turning back in your direction. You finally noticed his different appearance, no jacket or tie, but jeans with an athletic shirt, his hair not styled but falling casually onto his face.
“I don’t even want to be in this situation, I’ll just go to my car.” You huff turning back walking to the door. You just reached the handle, when a large hand came in your line of sight, pushing against the door.
“I’m not letting you leave like this. I don’t know your mental state.” You hear spoken close behind you. You spin on your heels, slightly taken back by how close your boss was to you. “I promise I’m fine. I wasn’t drunk, and it’s been hours.” You roll your eyes again. “Obviously not, I have never seen you act like this.” His voice was desperately trying to hide his frustration with you for the evening, you could see his chest rising against the fitted shirt.
“What? Not perfectly following your orders? Not everyone is perfect like you Hotch.” You were yelling at this point, and you didn’t care. You had never seen a person with more patience and composure than Hotch, but you finally broke him. “You allegedly assaulted someone at a bar drunk, get arrested, risk your career, the reputation of the BAU, and my credibility as Supervisor. You honestly think you should go back out right now?” He yelled back shocking you, feeling his minty breath fan across your face.
“You don’t even know my side of the story!” You gasp at his assumptions. “How am I supposed to when you wouldn’t tell me?” He hisses, still holding his same position, you had never seen such fire in his eyes.
“You are not my fucking father Hotch” You yell again, refusing to let him overpower you.
Your back hit the door with a thud, causing you to groan into his mouth. His hands gripping onto your hips roughly, pulling your bodies as close as possible. One of your hands latching his shoulder to steady yourself, while your other tugged at his soft hair.
“Then stop being a damn brat” He all out growls directly in your face, not missing a beat. Your not sure who moves first, you honestly think it was instantaneous, but before you blinked your mouths clash desperately, hands frantically grasping onto wherever you could reach first.
You purposely tugged harder, retrieving a groan from him, hearing it igniting a hunger in you. His lips slightly parted, so you took advantage sliding your tongue over his, still determined not to be overpowered.
Your control is short-lived, as he shifts his leg up, making you gasp at the contact, your head craning against the cold door. Even on your tiptoes, you couldn’t relieve the pressure, perching you upon his thick thigh, causing your dress to bunch leaving only your damp underwear as a barrier.
“Did you think after your little game, I’d let you control me, sweetheart?” He huffs against your ear, in an even deeper tone than he usually held. You had never been affected by a pet name, but just coming from him made your walls clench, further agonizing you. You finally open your eyes, batting up at his dark eyes innocently. “I don’t know what you mean” you smirk. You felt a low chuckle in his chest, and then you were swiftly moved, flipping you to face the door.
“I’m having a hard time believing that y/n. You’ve spent months purposely teasing and frustrating me. This…” he pauses his sentence, using his foot to spread your ankles, gripping your wrist together. “Is exactly what you wanted correct?” He completes the question as a whisper against your ear, making you shutter against him. You weren’t giving in that easy.
“I honestly didn’t think you had it in you…old man.” You further push him, knowing your slight age difference being one of the things you regularly tease him about. He groans lowly at your words, pushing you harder against the door. “I still remember exactly how to handle a brat like you”
He punctuates the end of his sentence by effortlessly ripping your thin underwear from under your skirt, throwing the torn fabric to the floor. You shook at the cool air hitting your core, finally noticing how wet you were. His fingers brush over your center, gently spreading your arousal. You bite your lip to keep in the moans your body desperately want to release.
“Then why are you so wet for me sweetheart, hum?” Hotch hums in your ear, pushing his thick finger slowly into your pussy. You don’t bother trying to hold in your moans this time, overwhelmed by the feeling of your muscles clenching around this finger, attempting to take it as deep as possible.
As if a single finger wasn’t enough, he added a second stretching you delightfully. You scratch against his hand, as if some sort of plea, but the last thing you wanted was for him to stop as you could feel the pleasure building in your stomach. “Something wrong?” He coos arrogantly, watching your face morphing, as your pants of pleasure increase.
“Nothing” You manage to smart back without it sounding completely of a moan. By this point, you drenched his fingers, coating them entirely, letting him fuck his fingers into you as fast as he pleased. You hear a faint growl come deep from Hotch’s chest, almost sounding frustrated. “Don’t you lie to me; If you are not honest you don’t get what you want sweetheart” “And what do I want?” You laugh through a heavy breath.
He shifts an unoccupied finger up to graze your clit every time his fingers plunge into you, making you gasp against the cold door. He leans down to your neck, tickling your skin with his beard. “To be fucked like you wish those boys you entertain would fuck you.” Hearing your boss talk like that sends you spiraling, throwing your head back onto his chest to support you as your legs began to feel weak. Just as you clench around his fingers he retracts them, leaving you dripping down your thigh, craving satisfaction.
“What the fuck?” You yell spinning quickly to face him, he catches you by the neck placing you against the door again. Your breath caught, you felt like you didn’t have a voice with his large hand around your throat. The way he was staring at you, like his prey. It made your knees weak.
He lifts his other hand between your bodies, you could see his middle fingers glistening. He keeps his eyes nailed to yours, you still trying to calm your pathetic pants. Your mouth gapes as you watch him take the fingers in his mouth, he groans out twirling his tongue, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment savoring your taste. You were fucked.
He removes his fingers slowly, still watching you staring at him with big doe eyes. Then wiping the edge of his mouth with his hand. “Watch it, sweetheart. I’m not sure if you haven’t caught on… but I always give the orders. You will not cum until I allow.” You whimper loudly at his declaration, you had never had a man command you like this, but you couldn’t deny the effect it was having on your body.
“I’ll do what you say.” You whisper, barely audible, looking away from his eyes. Loosening his hand on your neck, using it to make you look back up to him. A faint smirk now played at the corner of his lips. “What was that?” He lightly chuckles. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes.
“I said I’ll do what you say. Happy?” You return the smirk. “Hmm, honestly I thought you’d be harder to break. I think you’re just trying to get what you want.” He informs you, moving his face closer to yours. You shrug your shoulders innocently. “Is it working?” You breathe against his lips before gripping onto his shirt pulling him flush against you.
His mouth explores yours again; it’s without a doubt the best kiss of your life. He was so skilled in his movements, and how he taunted you with his hands without actually pleasuring you. Maybe you had been dealing with boys before.
Hotch gripping into your hips, lifting you slightly before walking your bodies away from the door. You hardly notice he was moving you until your legs hit the back of a couch. He instantly spun you around making you a bit dizzy, folding you at the waist over the couch.
You couldn’t help the smirk that grew on your face hearing the chime of his belt buckle, you were getting exactly what you wanted. “I wouldn’t gloat so quickly y/n” Hotch warns. You try to look back to observe but cannot move from him keeping a hand on your neck, pushing your chest into the oversized cushion.
“And I shouldn’t because?” You entertain his warning. “Because this” is the only answer he provides, and you then feel the pressure. That of him forcing his cock in you with a single plunge, burying himself to your brim, ripping through any defiance left in you.
“Aaron!” You scream out his first name, gasping for the air he just knocked from your stomach. He was massive, stretching you uncomfortably, you didn’t have to see it to know you had never taken a cock this big. You were also sinfully a sucker for pain.
“Fuck” he groans above you, surly your tightness was affecting him also. You knew that he rammed into you purposely, not wanting you to be able to conform to his size before punishing you.
He made the single motion again, burying himself again and stopping, making you cry out again. “What’s wrong sweetheart? A brat like you can take it right?” His breathing is labored now, one hand still tightly holding you down, the other now roughly gripping your hip. He repeats the same hard single thrust, you can feel tears building at your lashes. The way he filled you was overwhelming.
“Please” you beg, squirming under him. You weren’t sure what you were begging for at this point, you just needed him. Every time he stills you could feel his cock pulsing deep in you, not delivering enough pleasure to relieve you, but only to further drive you mad.
“Oh, now you want to do what you’re told huh? Now you beg like a pathetic whore.” He responds with another snap of his hips. You couldn’t take much more, you felt as if you could combust at any second. “Aaron I can’t..please” you cry, feeling the tears stream over your face, he had finally broken you.
“Go ahead baby, call me what you really want. Go ahead.” He groans, pulling your head back by a fist full of your hair. He didn’t have to say it, you knew exactly what he meant, and he knew you wanted it. So you let everything out, all the months of frustration boiling over.
“Daddy, please…I’m yours…please” You wish you could’ve recorded the sound that escaped Aaron at that moment, a loud groan mixed with a needy whine. Matched by feeling his cock twitch inside you, struggling to stay composed hearing that name.
He throws his hips into you again, but this time it follows with another quick thrust, over and over, filling the room with a slapping noise and your moans. He keeps your hair pulled back, making your body hold the arch for him to angle deeper, brushing your g spot with each hard thrust.
“Yes yes yes, don’t stop” You scream, him finally giving you what you needed. “Can you take it, baby? You’re so damn tight” He grunts, you weren’t going to last with him calling you baby. “Yes, daddy, harder please” you plea, wanting him to ruin you. He grants your wish, fucking you harder, you gasping feeling it all the way in your stomach. You would certainly be bruised tomorrow, but the pain would be worth it.
“Fuck daddy. So good… so fucking deep.” You cry, feeling your body begin to tingle, your legs shaking against him. He groans feeling you tightening “Cum for daddy sweetheart.” He encourages through his heavy breaths, and that’s all it takes to make your body snap. He slows his motions slightly letting you ride out your orgasm, your walls still fluttering around his thick cock.
He releases your head, you not having the energy to stay upright you letting it hang down against the couch. “Shit that’s was amazing” You whisper, causing him to chuckle and slowly begin to move into you again. Your eyes flash open realizing he still hadn’t finished.
“Aaron I can’t” you whine, your body couldn’t possibly take more of this. “Oh I’m not finished, and neither are you” He growls in your ear, you couldn’t help but moan out at his tone. “I can’t take anymore” You whine again, only fueling him. He releases the hand that was holding you, now gripping onto both of your hips harshly, definitely leaving a mark. There was no reason to restrain you anymore, he knew you were his.
Hotch returns to the same pace he held previously, causing your eyes to roll back as you yelp, grasping onto the couch for dear life it felt. “Don’t forget your place sweetheart. You’re done when I say brat…” he pauses his sentence, repositioning one of his hands to your front. “And I think you can give me one more.” He states as he set fire to your body rubbing fiercely over your clit, steadily pushing himself deep, determined to make you unravel again.
“Daddy” You scream, feeling your body giving in to him, his thrust becoming frantic, his moans become beastly with each thrust. “Give it to me y/n. Ahh… fuck. I know you want to baby.” Is his final pleasuring cry to take you with him, as he made a final slap against your body to sheathe himself fully.
“Oh, Aaron” Is all you can cry as the air hitches in your throat. All at once, your body erupts again, feeling him filling you with his seed. Grasping onto him to anchor yourself to reality, uncertain this level if euphoria is real, or if you’ll ever get to relive it again.
Drained of any energy, your body collapses into his, feeling his arms catch you and lifting you sweetly into his embrace. Although; unable to open your eyes, you feel him carefully carrying you, and then the soft cushion of a bed. You weren’t sure how long he was gone, but your body slightly jumps at the feeling of a wet cloth between your thighs.
“Wha..what are you doing?” You mutter against a pillow and hear him softly laugh at you. “I’ve got you, sweetheart, just rest” He replies in a very tender voice. He softly wipes your leg, erasing the proof of your shared pleasure. Even half-conscious you had never felt so adored. Following; you feel him slide the heels off your feet, and then tug at the end of your dress to remove it. Your dress is finally off, and you feel it would be silly to care about after the deed you two just committed.
You are only naked for a couple of seconds before he wiggles a soft t-shirt over your body, oversized enough to be a nightgown. It smells strongly of him, which comforted you, but not as much as him pulling you into his bare chest, kissing your forehead just as you slip into an exhausted sleep.
Please let me know if this should be turned into a short series! Thanks loves!
