Definitely a vent piece. If you’ve seen my other posts, you know I got broken up with completely out of the blue a month ago. I’ve been dealing with it/processing it/trying to make sense of it ever since it happened, and writing this helped that. Just wanted to say thank y’all for being a community I can share stuff like this with It means more to me than you’ll ever know
Also! I jammed out to “Memories” by Conan Gray and “All You Had To Do Was Stay” by Taylor Swift while writing this, but “Memories” is a shorter title so I went with that instead ahaha
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort (and a happy ending :))
Garcia was the only one who knew. Purely because of the fact that she was with you when you got broken up with.
The two of you were in the middle of a movie marathon when you got the call and the dreaded, “Can we talk? Right now?”
You knew what was going to happen before it did. You had a gut feeling that you couldn’t ignore.
Garcia waited upstairs in her apartment while you met your ex outside on the sidewalk. She watched through her window to be sure you were okay, but she knew you weren’t the second your ex showed up.
summary: aaron is very familiar with the toll being an agent takes on a person, so he does his best to help you relax when he can tell how exhausted you are.
includes: post bau hotch; not specified, but dad bod <3; fluff; explicit language; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; 18+ minors dni
a/n: a wip that I forgot about and finally got around to editing. enjoy sweet and sexy aaron <3
summary: aaron is very familiar with the toll being an agent takes on a person, so he does his best to help you relax when he can tell how exhausted you are.
includes: post bau hotch; not specified, but dad bod <3; fluff; explicit language; oral sex (fem receiving); unprotected sex; 18+ minors dni
a/n: a wip that I forgot about and finally got around to editing. enjoy sweet and sexy aaron <3
If a bullet wasn’t going to be the thing to kill you, the hours you worked at the BAU was certainly going to do it.
For the last few months, the team had been going on more back-to-back cases than was considered normal. Usually, they’d be spread apart with paperwork days scattered in between, but you’ve barely even had time to eat or sleep.
Being gone so much meant you hadn’t gotten to see your boyfriend and you missed him more than anything. As the days dragged on, it only got worse. This was the longest you’d been away from him since you started seeing each other. When he was the unit chief, you were around him nearly every minute of every day and even after he retired, you still got to see him at least twice a week.
Now, you were lucky to see him twice a month.
So, when your phone vibrated with a text from JJ on your way to his place, you almost turned back around, programmed to assume it meant another case.
Mandatory three days off, per Cruz’s orders, her text read and you sighed in relief.
Your heart thrummed in your chest the rest of the way and as you waited outside his door, you shifted nervously on your feet. You didn’t even know why you were nervous, but you didn’t have to think about it for long before the door opened to reveal the man you’d been missing the most.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Aaron greeted with a small smile, opening his arms to you for a hug.
Without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. He kissed the top of your head softly, letting his lips stay there as he held you close, knowing you probably needed it. Having only been retired for a year, he remembered how rough those seemingly never ending cases were.
When you pulled away, Aaron could see the exhaustion written all over your face and the tension in your body and the only thing he wanted to do was help you relax.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured and grabbed your hand, guiding you into the apartment.
Aaron helped you out of your jacket, kissing the exposed skin of your shoulders as he did, and carried your bag into his bedroom. You were already sitting on the couch when he returned, your head resting against the back of it with your eyes closed. He sighed, understanding that feeling more than he’d like to.
Carefully, he kneeled down in front of you, rubbing a gentle hand over your thigh. “I’m going to take your shoes off, okay? Just relax, my love.”
You nodded and melted further into the couch, letting out a soft and satisfied groan once your shoes were off.
He sat next to you and tugged you into his side, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You curled up even closer to him, craving his comfort and touch after going without it for so long. Sometimes, it scared you how much you depended on him, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Do you want to change into something more comfortable?” Aaron asked after a few minutes.
You lifted your head - with great effort - to look at him, smiling at how sweet and cuddly he looked. There was something so special about Aaron dressed in his pajamas with his hair slightly a mess. Nothing could make your heart swoon more.
“I do, but I don’t,” you said and he snorted.
“Why not?”
“Because,” you exhaled dramatically. “I don’t want to get up.”
Aaron grinned and tucked some hair behind your ear, his eyes filled with so much love and pride it nearly made you cry. “I can carry you into the room and give you a massage. I’m sure your neck and shoulders need it.”
You hummed in agreement, bringing him in for a kiss. “Can you do my back too? It’s been bothering me.”
“Sure, baby.”
He stood first and lifted you into his arms, carrying you just like he said and you clung onto him tight. First, he helped you out of your clothes, then asked you to lay down on your stomach. He gave you a pillow to put under your head and draped a towel over your bottom to cover you up. The last thing he needed was a view of you naked in front of him.
The bed dipped behind you before Aaron straddled your legs and leaned over to press a kiss between your shoulder blades. He put some lotion into his hands, rubbing them together to warm it up.
You sighed heavily when he pressed his thumbs into the base of your neck, starting off gentle.
“How does that feel?”
“Really good,” you mumbled and he smiled, continuing his movements softly and gradually increasing the pressure before heading down to your shoulders.
That’s where you held the most tension and your body flinched when he went too hard, receiving an immediate apology. Despite that, it felt so unbelievably good that you were already on the verge of falling asleep.
His big, warm hands were so comforting and you wanted this to last forever. Especially when he found a particular spot that made you groan into the pillow.
Eventually, Aaron shifted to give himself more room to give your lower back some attention too, wanting to make sure he didn’t leave any part of you unloved. When he did, the towel moved with him and your bare ass was right there for him to see. You were too relaxed - which was a good thing - to notice and he cleared his throat, averting his gaze as best as he could.
However, he was a man who was incredibly sexually attracted to the woman laying naked before him. Nobody would blame him for looking.
The fabric of his pants started to get tighter around his crotch the longer he stared and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. When doing so, his hands stopped moving and with his luck, you noticed that.
“Everything okay?” you asked sleepily, lifting your head up.
Aaron swallowed thickly, nodding. “Yeah, baby.”
Satisfied, you laid back down, sighing when his hands ran along your spine and groaning when he found another tension knot. All the little sounds you let out made keeping his erection at bay impossible. It quickly got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Too painfully hard to ignore.
“Y/N, sweetheart,” he said quietly and you only hummed in response. “Are you okay if I stop?”
You whined in protest and wiggled your bottom. “Massage my butt too.”
“Baby…”
“Please?” you begged, the smile spreading across your lips telling him you knew exactly what you were doing.
He’d been banking on the fact that you were too drained to notice how turned on he was for you, but now, he was aware of what a terrible job he was doing of hiding it.
Unable to resist any longer, he relented and smoothed his hands over the soft skin of your ass, massaging it just like you asked - or more like squeezing it. This time, you moaned much louder than before, clearly trying to get him riled up and it was working.
Aaron felt himself twitch in his pants when he moved lower to spread you apart, seeing your lips glistening beautifully. He lifted your hips up to give himself an even better view, running one of his hands down your back.
“Fuck,” he said breathily, spitting on your hole and watching it slide down to your pussy. “So fucking pretty. Can I taste you, my love?”
You whimpered at his words - thoroughly turned on - and nodded eagerly, your cheek pressed against the pillow as you turned your head to watch him. He bent over and licked a thick stripe up your folds, collecting his spit and swirling his tongue over your clit a few times. The moan you let out was soft, quiet expletives falling from your lips as you arched your back.
Even though he had eaten you out before, this felt entirely new to you. Your mind was foggy, coherent thoughts nonviable at this point. The only thing you could focus on was his hands and mouth working effortlessly over your heat, tasting you like it was the first time.
“Mmm, just like that,” you encouraged, rocking your hips against his mouth to maximize your pleasure.
He groaned into you, the vibrations coursing through your body and making you tremble. His lips then attached to your clit, sucking harshly and you cried out, warmth spreading throughout your belly.
“That’s my girl,” Aaron praised, tongue still moving over your pussy to drink up every ounce of your orgasm.
You had no energy left to hold yourself up after that and dropped back onto the bed. Behind you, you could hear and feel him shuffling to take his pants off and you swear you started to get worked up all over again just from the anticipation of feeling him inside of you.
Aaron used his fingers to collect some of your arousal and stroked himself with it a few times, dropping a kiss to your back. “Are you too tired for me to fuck you, sweetheart?”
There was only concern in his voice - never wanting to make you do something you didn’t want to - and you shook your head, but you should’ve known better than that. He was the type of man who needed to hear you give him permission.
“Words, baby,” he reminded you.
“Not too tired.”
“Okay. Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he requested, although it was more of a gentle demand.
“I will.”
He kissed you again. “Good girl. Now just lay there and relax. I’ll do all the work.”
When he finally eased into you, your hands fisted the bed sheets as you gasped at the feel of him stretching you. Aaron was tender and gentle, whispering sweet words into your ear as he wrapped his hand around your throat and pressed his hips flush against your ass, every single inch of him inside of you.
The sounds of his breathy groans above you once he started to move sent waves of pleasure through you, the pulse between your legs growing. Somehow, he was rough and tender all at the same time.
“Baby,” you whimpered and he grabbed the flesh of your hip with his other hand, bringing you back into his thrusts.
“You feel so good, my love,” he murmured into your ear, brushing the hair off of your neck to kiss along the side, nibbling and sucking in between.
Everything about Aaron on any day was intoxicating, but with his entire body pressed against your back like this - your senses consumed by him - there was nothing you could do but just lay there and take it. Feel him move in and out of you with a rhythmic pace that makes your head spin.
The snap of his hips were harsh, filling the room with the sound of his skin hitting yours and his deep, visceral groans. He leaned back to spread you apart again, watching his cock penetrate you over and over, your slick coating him. It was an erotic sight that he could stare at forever, but now he wanted to watch you. See your gorgeous face twist up in pleasure while he pounded into you.
“Let’s get you on your back, sweetheart. I want to look at you.”
He assisted you in flipping over, running his hands over your thighs as they fell open. Your bottom lip disappeared between your teeth as you waited, squirming at the way his eyes scanned your body and his tongue wet his lips before pushing into you again.
The position allowed for him to hit much deeper than you thought was possible, continuously kissing that spot within you with every stroke.
“Oh, fuck,” you choked out, lungs beginning to burn for oxygen. “You’re so deep.”
Aaron grunted at your words and placed his hand over your lower belly, feeling himself inside of you and hammered into you faster than before. You cried out and your hands curled into the sheets as your walls fluttered around him, your orgasm approaching quickly.
As much as his eyes wanted to close from his hard you were squeezing him, he kept them open, too fixated on you to do anything else. You were so breathtaking like this, falling apart under him while his cock split you open.
“You take me so well, my love. So perfect just like the fucking rest of you.”
He braced himself with his hands on the headboard - his knuckles turning white - and put the rest of his energy into fucking you like you deserved.
Before either of you knew it, you were coming within seconds of each other, and he grunted and groaned as he filled you up, not holding back. He wanted you to know how good you made him feel, how much he loved feeling you so warm and wet around him.
“My good girl,” he praised gruffly, the raspiness of his voice making you shutter.
When Aaron pulled out, he watched his cum leak out of you slowly, letting it trail down your slit before licking you clean. You squirmed from how sensitive you were and how sexy it was that he was eating his own cum out of you.
Your jaw dropped open immediately when he hovered over you and he let it fall onto your tongue before kissing you deeply.
“Are you trying to kill me? That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done,” you panted through a laugh.
Aaron chuckled, kissing you once more before laying down beside you, his skin shining with a thin layer of sweat. You shifted onto your side to look at him because he truly was the most handsome man you’d ever seen. He did the same, love and adoration swirling in his eyes as he blinked tiredly when you brushed your fingers through his hair.
“I love you,” you said softly, heart swarming at his answering smile. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, my love. That’s what I’m here for,” he reminded you and nudged your nose with his. “Plus, I’m sure I had just as good of a time as you did.”
You giggled and kissed him, cupping the side of his face. “I’m sure you did.”
You’re barely able to make it out of the hotel room the next evening.
“Aaron,” you breathe, half scolding, and half not wanting him to stop. You’re pressed against the wall next to the door, well aware of how late the two of you are. “Aaron, I don’t have time to cover up anymore marks.”
“I don’t care,” he says, his lips trailing up your jaw and to your cheeks, his breathing ragged. “I shouldn’t have packed this dress,” he mutters under his breath.
“I beg to differ,” you laugh, squeezing his biceps. “I feel hot in it.”
“Youarehot,” he says seriously, drawing back to look into your eyes. “That’s the problem.”
“Problem?” you echo, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Aaron says firmly, pulling you into him by your waist. “I don’t want anyone looking at you. You’re mine.”
“Let them look,” you murmur, holding his face. “And then let them see me go home with you.”
He grins wildly, pressing another kiss to your lips, snaking his tongue inside your mouth, claiming you.
It’s too easy to give in, to forget about how fast time is ticking, how you were supposed to be in the lobby ten minutes ago. You know it’s only a matter of time before Dave comes looking for you both, but you can’t help it.
Aaron’s hand slithers underneath your dress, and you don’t protest. His fingers massage your clit and you gasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he presses one digit into you.
He knows you want more, he does too, but this is all he can offer now. He knows as well as you that any moment, Dave will knock on the door right next to your two bodies.
“Come on,” Aaron whispers directly into your ear. “Just one. Let me feel you, baby.”
“Shit, Aaron,” you inhale sharply when he adds a second finger, curling them, pressing right against your sweet spot.
He knows what he wants, and he plans to get it. He is determined to make you fall apart in his arms one more time.
“There it is,” he shushes your cries as you come undone, writhing in his arms, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “That’s my girl.”
He doesn’t tease you for long, wanting you to calm down quickly so the two of you can get down to the lobby. Dave most likely knows what is happening, which is why he hasn’t come.
After a few deep breaths, you lift your head from his shoulder, giving him a look.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and your glare melts away. “Ready?”
You playfully smack his arm. “Yes, I’m ready. I was ready an hour ago.”
He flashes a wicked smile as he takes your hand, opening the door to reveal Dave, his hand raised to knock.
“I was wondering when I’d see the two of you,” Dave says, a glint in his eyes telling you he knows everything.
You elbow Aaron in the ribs when he starts laughing.
+++
Every event you’ve gone to with Aaron has felt the same — except this one.
You can’t put your finger on why this one is so…different, but it is. Maybe it’s the people. But it might be the way Aaron is acting.
He hasn’t let you out of his sight since you arrived, which is normal, but to be more specific, he hasn’t let you out of his reach.
Normally, when he has to mingle, you slip away and head to the bar with the other wives, partners, girlfriends, and escorts of the night. Tonight, though, Aaron has kept a firm arm around your waist.
You don’t mind it, not really. You love being close to him. And you love that he’s openly showing you off and showing affection toward you.
But you can’t deny how strange it seems on top of his other behavior.
“Aaron, I need to pee,” you say quietly, trying to catch him during a lull in conversation.
He tilts his head down to speak to you privately. “Can you wait one moment?”
“I can walk myself,” you smile, wanting no one watching to think something is wrong. “It’ll be fine. I don’t want to interrupt you.”
“Are you sure?” He doesn’t seem too happy about the idea of you leaving his side, but he also knows he can’t stop you.
“I’ll be fine,” you say again, squeezing his arm. “Come here.”
Curiously, he tilts his head lower, smiling when you use the opportunity to kiss his cheek.
“Hurry back,” he says, and you nod.
You spot Dave across the room, knowing his eyes will follow you to the restroom and wait for you to exit. You can’t see Steven, but you’re sure he has eyes on you as well.
The bathroom is as crowded as always. Benches are inside that a few women are putting to good use, obviously needing escapes from their husbands to gossip. Their voices don’t even lower when you enter; they never do. Everyone’s business is anyone’s business here.
After taking your time washing your hands and listening to the gossip — you can’t help it; they mentioned an affair — you head back out to the party.
You quickly find Dave’s eyes and he nods, letting you know he’s seen you, and you return the gesture.
In the midst of this, you aren’t paying attention to where you’re walking and you nearly knock right into a man you don’t recognize.
“I’m so sorry,” you rush out, shaking your head at yourself. “I can be so clumsy in these heels.” The excuse falls out of your mouth with pure innocence. You scare yourself sometimes with how easily you can slip into your role here.
The man smiles kindly, taking your hand to help steady you. “It’s no problem at all, darling.”
You smile gratefully and hold onto his hand, using the time to readjust your heels, and to get a good look at the man.
He looks a little older than Aaron, but not by much. His hair has begun to gray, giving it the salt and pepper look that seems to be a trend nowadays. He wears a silver ring on his index finger that shines in the light when he kisses your knuckles.
“Lawrence,” he says, keeping his eyes on yours with a certain ferocity that sends a flurry through your chest. Butterflies or nerves, you’re not sure. “You can call me Greg. And you are?”
You open your mouth to reply with some other innocent comment, but you don’t get that far.
“With me,” Aaron’s voice interrupts abruptly, and his arm slides around your waist smoothly, possessively resting on your hip.
“Ah,” Greg drops your hand, smiling less kindly at Aaron. “I should’ve assumed, Mr. Hotchner.”
“Yes, you should’ve,” Aaron replies dryly, his fingers tensing against your skin.
“How have you been? Busy, I see.” Greg’s eyes flick toward you.
You frown, despising his implication. Judging by Aaron’s reaction, your distaste is founded. You step closer to Aaron, welcoming his embrace.
“Good to see you, too, Lawrence,” Aaron says through gritted teeth. “Excuse us.”
“You’re excused,” Lawrence says, and you swear, if Aaron wasn’t holding onto you, he would’ve throttled the man. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Not likely,” Aaron says, low enough only for you to hear as he begins to literally drag you away.
With his arm still around your waist, he walks briskly, looking around to be sure no one is watching before speeding up.
“Aaron,” you stumble a little, trying to get his attention. “Aaron. I can’t walk that fast in these heels— slow down.”
His response is to pick you up at the waist, just enough so your feet are off the ground, and he can move as fast as need be.
“Aaron!” you hit his chest, the angle and grip becoming uncomfortable after only a few seconds. “Let me down, for fuck’s sake, this is ridic— Thank you.”
Just outside the door, in the front entryway, you watch as Aaron speaks calmly into his wrist. “We’re out front.”
Your eyes go wide, seeing him talking into his wrist like you’re in a damn spy movie. “Who are you talking to? What— What the hell is going on?”
“We’re leaving,” Aaron says, his hands resting on your arms, his eyes searching your face. “Did he touch you? Are you hurt?”
“What?” you step closer, shaking your head. “No, he— I mean, he kissed my hand, but nothing else happened, you got there quick— Aaron. What the hell is happening?”
“Good,” he replies, but he still has a haunted look in his eyes, and he won’t answer your biggest question. “There’s Dave.”
You turn your head and see Dave briskly walking toward you.
“Steven’s getting the car,” Dave says, then turns to you. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m fine,” you reply, not meaning to sound so harsh, but you’re overwhelmed and you don’t know what’s going on and Aaron won’t answer you and you don’t know why they think you’d be injured. “I swear, I’m alright.”
Dave nods, looking up at Aaron with an expression you can’t read. Aaron is staring off, back down the hallway. His hands are still resting against the skin of your arms, squeezing ever so slightly, as if he keeps reminding himself that you’re here.
You want to kiss him, hold his face, or just do something to get his attention back, but you can’t.
Dave presses a finger to his ear for a second, then speaks. “Steven is outside. Let’s go. Your coats are in the car.”
You start to walk to follow behind Dave, but Aaron doesn’t move, so you pause, turning back to him.
“Hey. Aaron,” you whisper. “Aaron, we’re leaving, come on. We need to go.” You stroke his cheek gently, trying to get him to come back, and soon he does. “Let’s go home.”
Slowly, his eyes drag toward your face, and he nods. He leads you outside, careful not to walk too fast this time.
+++
You don’t ask anymore questions on the way back to the hotel. All you can do is hold Aaron in the backseat, or rather, let him hold you. He refuses to let you go.
He is quiet the entire way to the hotel, and up to the room. You hold his hand as he has his arm around your waist, and you lean into him as much as you can.
When he goes to shower, he wants you with him, so you comply, not wanting to leave him alone right now anyway. He washes your body gently, and you return the favor, careful around the scars on his abdomen, noticing the way he begins to tremble.
His breathing evens out shortly after the two of you lie in bed, but yours doesn’t. You’re too worried to bother closing your eyes. Instead, you watch his face, wishing you could soothe him in some way. His eyes move behind his eyelids, dreams that you hope aren’t becoming nightmares.
He wakes after an hour, surprised to find you staring at him, but he pulls you in tighter, kissing your nose. He leans his forehead against yours, sighing deeply, and goes back to sleep.
It’s hard not to relax in his arms, being held like this, and it isn’t long before you fall asleep, too.
+++
Aaron wakes again well before the sun, and does his best not to disturb you. He manages to slip from bed without waking you, silently promising to be back soon.
He steps next door and goes to knock, but Rossi opens the door before he can.
“I figured,” Rossi says.
“Can’t sleep?” Aaron asks, entering the room.
“Can you?” Rossi counters, shutting the door and flicking the deadbolt.
“Kind of,” Aaron replies. “Because of her. But only for a few hours.”
Rossi nods, smiling just a little. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Aaron moves past it quickly, pacing a circle in the room. “I need you to make a few phone calls.”
“About?”
Aaron meets Dave’s eyes, and he knows. They both know.
“Alright,” Rossi says, walking over to grab his phone off its charger. “I’ll start now.”
“Dave, it’s four a.m.”
“And?” Dave questions, already opening his contacts list. “You and I both know it can’t wait.”
“I know,” Aaron says, defeated. He crosses his arms, hanging his head. “I hope I’m wrong. I hope this…this gut feeling isn’t right. For once.”
“Me too,” Dave replies somberly. “But we won’t know until I talk to some people. And you without sleep won’t help anyone, so go back to bed. Don’t let her wake up alone, not after tonight.”
That is enough for Aaron to move, returning to bed with you, relieved to see you haven’t moved. You’re safe and soundly sleeping, unaware of the horrors he has lived. And the horrors that come back to haunt him.
Megan makes you double, then triple check that you have everything for Chicago. Especially your birth control.
“It’s easy to forget!” she argued, but you assured her that you have an alarm set on your phone, and Aaron has one on his.
The fact that Aaron put an alarm on his phone, too, did strike you as odd, but you haven’t questioned it – or anything else he does. He always seems to have a good reason, which you’re sure he does now as well.
Once you’re ready to go, Aaron picks you up from your apartment to head to the airport.
I keep seeing a lot of people say they’re confused because they forgot about the name change (which is so valid!!)
I changed the name because I pretty much have completely diverged from the 50 Shades plot line at this point, and wanted to reflect that
((But I did also go on a hiatus/break right after changing it because college kicked my ass academically Junior year is the hardest year y’all have been WARNED))
I have nothing to say because Chelsey and I have been WAITING for this part so I’m simply going to let y’all just have it while I go do some writing Love ya!
Warnings: angst :(
You’re still half asleep when you’re boarding Aaron’s private jet the next morning.
He got you up and out of the hotel in a rush, saying that he had work to get back to, and you had classes, and so on. You were too tired to bother questioning him.
Now, just an hour away from home, you’re trying to pry information out of Aaron — and it’s like pulling teeth.
“He said his name was Greg Lawrence,” you start, hoping Aaron will fill in the blanks for you, but all he does is nod. He has his laptop open, either trying to work or trying to appear busy so you won’t ask questions. “You two know each other.”
“Kneweach other,” he grumbles out. “A long time ago.”
Well, that struck a nerve.
“Okay,” you pause, eyeing him. “You kneweach other. I’m assuming he’s also some big lawyer. Were you guys on a case together?”
“No.”
“Were you on a case againsteach other?”
It takes Aaron a second, but he does reply. “Yes.”
“What was the case?” you ask, propping your elbow on the table, and resting your chin in your palm.
“I can’t discuss information about cases.”
“You said it was years ago.”
“It doesn’t matter how long it’s been.”
“Aaron, come on. Who am I gonna tell?”
His eyes meet yours above his laptop. “I don’t know. Who wouldyou tell?”
The accusatory nature of his comment stuns you. You straighten your posture and remove your elbow from the table as if he’s burned you with it.
“No one,” you reply firmly, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’ve kept a lot of secrets for you.”
“I know,” he mutters. “I’m not making you carry anymore.”
“It wouldn’t—”
“Y/N,” he raises his voice slightly, just enough to get your attention. “I said no.”
You stare at him for a moment, your gaze hardening with every passing second. You think of what you could say, but you don’t say a word.
Without speaking, you stand and head toward the front of the plane.
“There’s only two seats up there,” Aaron calls out. One of which, Dave is occupying.
You don’t give a shit. You raise your middle finger behind you, aimed at Aaron. He sees. If he weren’t already on edge about the current situation, he’d bend you over his knee right here.
You pull the door open, revealing the cockpit. Dave cranes his neck to see who’s at the door, his eyebrows raising when he spots you. He tries to smile, but you shake your head.
Dave quickly stands and offers you his seat, which you take, despite the weird feeling at seeing the open sky in front of you.
“What happened?” Dave asks quietly, his hand resting on your shoulder.
“Nothing,” you mumble. “He won’t tell me what’s going on and he’s being a dick about it. I’ll be fine. I’m just mad right now.”
Dave nods. He understands Aaron’s reasoning, but there’s no need for Aaron to be a jerk toward you. “Got it. You stay up here. I’ll sit with him.”
“Thanks,” you say, turning and smiling at the pilot, settling in for the rest of the ride.
+++
Aaron cusses under his breath when he sees Dave emerge from the front of the jet. This is just what I fucking need right now. He angrily types on his computer while he waits.
Silently, Dave takes the seat across the aisle from Aaron, and doesn’t look at him. That’s the quickest way to make Aaron squirm.
“Out with it,” Aaron finally says.
“She deserves to know,” Dave says, keeping his voice low. “If Greg has eyes on her now…”
“Then it’s even more reason to keep her out of it,” Aaron replies. “She’s in the line of danger enough as it is being seen with me. I just didn’t think that bastard would be there. Wasn’t he banned from that fundraiser?”
“Apparently not anymore,” Dave says. “He can buy anyone off, you know that. And if he has a target locked on her, we need to protect her.”
“I am,” Aaron grumbles. “By keeping her out of it.”
“Listen to yourself,” Dave says, leaning forward. “If you keep her at any more of an arm’s length, I’m afraid soon she won’t be around at all. And then what are you going to do? How do you expect to protect her if she wants nothing to do with you? Do you really want a restraining order in the news, too, if the rest of this goes to hell?”
“She wouldn’t get a restraining order.”
“You don’t knowthat,” Dave replies. “But my point still stands. You either tell her the truth or you let her go — immediately.”
Aaron all but slams his laptop closed. “What good will that do?” he hisses. “He’s already seen me with her.”
“If you drop her quickly, everyone will assume she was just an escort for a few weekends. You get a new girl for the next few, and then another.” Dave mimics wiping his hands. “Done and done, then they’ll forget about her. Is that what you want?”
Aaron doesn’t say anything, but Dave hears his friend loud and clear.
Aaron doesn’t wanta new girl.
He doesn’t want to let you go. Because you’re not just some escort.
You’re his girl.
He knows it. He can feel it deep in his bones. He can’t ignore it.
He can’t hurt you. But he can’t tell you everything — not right now.
+++
Watching the jet land from the front is a different (scarier) experience than you anticipated, but you survive it by closing your eyes. Even after you feel the plane stop, you keep your eyes closed.
“You can open your eyes now, ma’am,” the pilot says softly, chuckling a little.
You pop your eyes open and smile sheepishly. “Thanks.”
“No problem,” he replies, standing and offering his hand. You take it and get to your feet, always feeling a little wobbly after being in the air. He lets go and then opens the door, gesturing for you to walk through first.
You thank him again and walk through, immediately heading down the stairs to the tarmac without looking at Aaron or Dave.
You wait for them to come down, with your arms crossed and your back turned. You haven’t thought about what you’ll say to Aaron. You don’t want to stay mad at him like this forever, but you’re getting tired of the wall he’s put up.
He won’t talk to you and it’s driving you up a wall. Why did he think you were injured? All Greg did was steady you and kiss your hand. That kind of attention has become normal to you, especially at those events.
It’s obvious Aaron and Greg don’t like each other, but nothing about your interaction with Greg – and you know Aaron saw it all – made you feel in danger of being hurt. You’ve been in situations like that before, and that’s not the gut feeling you had. What did Aaron see that you didn’t? What has Greg done?
Your thoughts are broken by Aaron’s hands gently rubbing your shoulders. You smile at the horizon.
Slowly, he turns you around, and pulls you into a hug.
You welcome his embrace, burying your head in his chest. You close your eyes, squeezing him.
You have no idea how much the hug means for Aaron, how much he needed it.
You let go of the hug sooner than Aaron wanted, but he doesn’t try to pull you back.
“Can we have dinner tonight?” he asks. “Please?”
You think for a moment, and shake your head. “Not tonight. I’m tired and…” Still mad at you. And scared. And I need to cool off. “What about tomorrow?”
Aaron exhales through a smile, just glad you didn’t outright tell him no. “Tomorrow it is.”
+++
When you reach your apartment, Dave goes and does a quick sweep again. This time, he finds Megan and nearly scares the shit out of her. She comes to the door and sees you in the hallway with Aaron.
“Who the hell is this guy?” She points back into the apartment.
“It’s just Dave,” you laugh, walking into her arms for a hug. “What are you doing home?”
“Sean spent the weekend here,” Megan says, smiling at Aaron. “He said to tell you he’d be at your place.”
Aaron sighs. “Of course he is. Thank you.”
“No problem,” Megan chuckles. “I hope Dave doesn’t find anything. I’ve been home all day.”
“It’s all clear,” Dave says from just inside. “Thank you for stepping out.”
“Yeah,” Megan nods. “How was the weekend?”
“It was good,” you smile. “I’ve got some homework to catch up on, though, so.”
“That’s our cue,” Dave says, stepping further down the hall.
You take Aaron’s hand gently, pulling him in for a quick kiss. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” he repeats. “I’ll call you.”
“Okay,” you smile. You know he will.
As the two of them disappear into the elevator, Megan all but hauls you into the apartment.
After shutting the door, she says, “What the hell? Does he normally come check the apartment before you can come in?”
“Yeah,” you shrug. “He’s always done it.”
Megan exhales and shakes her head. “Okay. I mean, is it necessary?”
You shrug again. “Aaron feels like it is.”
Megan doesn’t really like this answer, either, but she nods anyway, accepting it.
You can’t accept it, though. You have to tell her something. Aaron won’t talk to you about it, but you know Megan will hear you out and sit in your confusion with you.
“Do you remember when you told me to be careful?”
“Which time?” Megan jokes, but quickly recovers herself when she sees the serious look on your face. “Okay, about what?”
“About being with Aaron,” you say. “You told me you read something and it was like out of a Stephen King novel.”
Megan nods. “It was, but I don’t know if it was true–”
“Was he stabbed?” you blurt.
Slowly this time, she nods. “He was.” She pauses, swallowing. “Nine times, I think.”
You think of Aaron scars, and nine sounds right, give or take.
“Why?” Megan asks. “Did something happen?”
“No,” you say, probably a little too quickly. “He told me that he had been stabbed. I had seen the scars, but he didn’t say anything about them until this weekend.”
“They covered it up pretty well,” she says. “It’s nowhere on the Internet, and I can’t even find what I saw the first time. I tried looking again when you two got together— Hey! I was worried!”
You laugh at her, then turn serious again. “Do you remember what it said? I mean, he was stabbed, yes, but by who?”
“Oh,” Megan waves her hand. “Some random white guy. George, I think was his name. He’s in prison for life, though, probably dead by now, who knows.”
“Are you sure?” you press.
“Yes,” Megan says, chuckling uneasily. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing, just…” You finally bite the bullet and explain what happened at the event last night, and how odd Aaron has been acting ever since. “And he won’t explain anything, so you know me. My mind has been going wild just thinking about what could be going on.”
Meanwhile, Megan is Googling something on her phone. “Oh!” She turns the screen around to show you. “Duh. I knew I recognized his name. Lawrence and Hotchner are basically rivals, as textbook as it can get. Seriously, why didn’t you just look up his name?”
“That feels like an invasion of privacy,” you murmur, getting a weird feeling just from seeing Greg’s face again. “But yeah, that’s him.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t worry,” Megan shrugs, locking her phone. “They’ve been at each other ever since Hotch started his career. Lawrence was the big name, and then Hotch came in and stole his thunder. Trust me, it was big. I meant to ask him about it in the interview, but y’know.”
It makes sense, given what little bit Aaron did tell you. But something about it still seems off, or like a piece is missing. You just don’t know what.
“Come on, let’s have a movie and homework night,” Megan pleads. “It’ll be one of our last ones, and it’s been too long since we’ve done one.”
“Okay, okay,” you reluctantly agree, knowing you need to catch up on homework, so why not do it with a movie and popcorn?
i’m finishing Unconventional before i start posting a new wip so don’t worry about Unconventional’s status but GOD
the plot is foggy rn but it’s enemies to lovers Hotch x Reader which i don’t think i’ve ever attempted??? i’ve always done friends/coworkers that kinda bicker to lovers
but i’m talking ENEMIES to lovers. Hotch and Reader can’t fucking STAND one another type beat
Summary: You’re in your last semester of college and your senior project consists of a novel written in a genre you haven’t yet explored before. Romance. There’s one small problem, though. You’ve never experienced romance before and the thought of true love kind of makes you want to gag. It’s partly because of your own issues, and partly because, well, guys yourage just don’t do it for you. So what happens when you stumble into a meeting with an older guy who is willing to show you the ropes of romance, with no strings attached?
General themes/warnings: smut, BDSM, Dom/sub relationship, Daddy/Sir kink, age gap (like 20 years folks), somewhatof a sugar daddy relationship, and there will be chapter specific warnings as well
This is being beta’d by the lovely @chelseyjoyce <3
Full Disclaimer: I do not own the 50 Shades of Grey name, plot, characters, or anything else affiliated. This is simply a parody where I am borrowing elements, but this is all my own writing, unless stated otherwise (I will give credit if/when I use dialogue from the first movie).
Although I will be borrowing elements from the first movie (I’ve never read the books and don’t plan to), I will be changing things throughout. Healthy BDSM will be portrayed here, talked about, and explicitly written.
This fic is 18+ only. I feel like this goes without saying, but just in case, here it is. If you’re a minor, don’t interact with this fic. I was a minor once too, so I understand the curiosity, but please respect my boundaries here and look for a different fic to interact with (I have another Hotch fic on my Masterlistcalledintelligence & issues that you are more than welcome to read!) (yes, I know i&i has smut too, but it’s much less hardcore than what will be in this fic)
did some work tonight and added prev chapter/next chapter links and links back to the fic’s masterlist and my hotch masterlist on all the chapters to make reading easier <33
(and yes i already have the next chapter written )
Warnings: did anyone order shower sex? it’s brief but also angst
Megan makes you double, then triple check that you have everything for Chicago. Especially your birth control.
“It’s easy to forget!” she argued, but you assured her that you have an alarm set on your phone, and Aaron has one on his.
The fact that Aaron put an alarm on his phone, too, did strike you as odd, but you haven’t questioned it – or anything else he does. He always seems to have a good reason, which you’re sure he does now as well.
Once you’re ready to go, Aaron picks you up from your apartment to head to the airport.
Megan makes you double, then triple check that you have everything for Chicago. Especially your birth control.
“It’s easy to forget!” she argued, but you assured her that you have an alarm set on your phone, and Aaron has one on his.
The fact that Aaron put an alarm on his phone, too, did strike you as odd, but you haven’t questioned it – or anything else he does. He always seems to have a good reason, which you’re sure he does now as well.
Once you’re ready to go, Aaron picks you up from your apartment to head to the airport.
It has become so natural for you both that he doesn’t even need to ask if you’d like to stop somewhere for coffee. He already has it when he picks you up, waiting in the cupholder for you.
When you see it, you smile, instantly melting. The sweet gesture earns Aaron a kiss on the cheek, and then on the lips because as much as he loves it when you kiss his cheek, he loves it more when he can kiss your lips.
“I have to do a little work while we fly,” Aaron says, sounding regretful.
“That’s perfect, me too,” you reply, sipping your coffee. It’s the exact order you always get, but somehow it tastes better because he got it for you.
“How is the book?”
“Still barely a novella,” you grimace, then realize that he probably doesn’t know what that means. “I’m getting closer to the word count I need, but I’m not quite there.”
“You’ll get there,” he assures you gently. “Has our…agreement helped?”
You smirk around the lid. “Yes. In fact, it has.”
“Good,” he says, sounding almost noncommittal, but you see a smile fighting to stretch across his lips. “I’m glad.”
“Me too,” you murmur, gazing out the window to hide your smile, and to appear as nonchalant as him.
The drive to the airport and onto the tarmac is smooth and quick, as always. Dave is waiting on the jet, and when he sees Aaron’s car pull up, he comes down the steps with a wave.
“Miss Y/N, lovely to see you.” He clasps your hand in his and kisses your knuckles. A new greeting from him, but one you welcome. It’s clearly natural to him, and you smile to let him know it’s just fine with you.
Aaron comes around the car with suitcases in both hands, giving them to one of the crew members to load into the jet.
“Have you ever been to Chicago?” Dave asks you, turning to offer you his arm as you step up onto the stairs. “We’ll let him carry the luggage for once, yeah?”
You snicker, knowing Aaron heard that. “I haven’t.” You carefully head up the stairs to the entrance, ducking so you don’t hit your head. “Have you?”
“Many times,” Dave sighs, letting go of your arm to gesture you down the aisle. “Not all happy memories, but most are.”
Curious at heart, you can’t help but ask further questions. “What were the unhappy times?”
Dave sits across the aisle from you, a sad smile on his face. “Those were my days in the FBI.”
“Oh,” you nod. That makes sense.
“Some cases were gruesome, but had happy moments – even though that sounds contradictory. The times together with my team made the cases bearable.”
“Are you telling her tales for any good reason?” Aaron asks, walking past Dave to sit directly next to you. He has a scowl on his face that you don’t understand.
“Just because she asked,” Dave replies, giving you a wink. “I’ll be up with the captain again, should you need me,” he pauses, looking at you, “and should hehave too much of an attitude.”
You can’t help the giggle that escapes your throat, wondering what has gotten into Aaron and Dave since you last saw them. Aaron’s glare follows Dave up to the cockpit, and only relaxes when you put your hand on his arm.
“Hey,” you whisper, shaking him a little. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Aaron replies quickly, covering your hand with his. “I just don’t like him telling you stories.”
You furrow your eyebrows. “I’m a writer, Aaron. I like to hear stories.”
“I know,” he says, exhaling like he has a mountain of stress inside of him. “I know,” he repeats, as if he’s trying to convince himself of something.
+++
Aaron has been acting so strangely that you’ve treated him almost like you would a wounded animal.
He has wanted you in his line of sight and within reach no matter where you are, which you don’t entirely mind, but it has worried you.
Dave did a quick sweep of the hotel room before you and Aaron were allowed to enter, despite all the security at this hotel. Still, Dave’s room is right next door, and Steven flew into town to take the room on the other side.
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think something was wrong.
But you don’t question it, and you don’t dare bring it up to Aaron. It’s probably just normal protocol, with some added precautions because of his heightened stress and anxiety surrounding this trip.
You just keep reminding yourself that he most likely has good reasons for not filling you in. Maybe you aren’t allowed to know, maybe it’s confidential.
You’re not sure if that is comforting or not.
Ignorance is bliss, or is it? You can’t decide.
The actual event isn’t until tomorrow, so the two of you have the rest of the night to yourselves. Or a more accurate description might be that you have the night to yourself. If Aaron continues to be off in his own world.
He’s at the desk in the room with his laptop open, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He worked the entire flight, and you wrote, so you didn’t mind his preoccupied presence. But now you are taking a break, and you wish he would, too.
“Aaron,” you say, getting an idea.
His eyebrows barely raise.
“I’m going to take a shower,” you say, sliding off the bed.
He nods, another barely-there response.
You stare at him for a moment before rolling your eyes, heading into the bathroom alone.
You leave the door open, a silent hope, but part of you knows he won’t join you.
The shower has glass walls instead of a curtain, a sight you’re getting more and more used to as you take these trips with him. You’re spoiled at this point, honestly.
Steam fogs up the glass quickly, and you welcome the sight, knowing the water will soothe your muscles. You peel your clothes off and leave them in a pile by the counter, ready to stand under the warm stream.
You’re too busy listening to the water and letting it pour directly over your face to notice when Aaron steps in behind you. You let out a frightened squeal.
“It’s just me, little one,” he whispers into your ear as his hands wander around your body, pressing your back into his front. “You’re mad at me.”
Despite yourself, you relax into him. “Maybe.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, sounding sincere. “Can you forgive me?”
“Maybe,” you smirk, feeling his hands travel lower.
“How about now?” he asks, sliding one finger inside you.
You grip his arm tightly, too turned on by feeling his breath on your neck and his erection pressed into your lower back. “Maybe,” you insist, earning a chuckle from Aaron.
His fingers are as skillful as ever, and he uses both hands. One on your clit, the other inside you. He keeps you stationary against him, allowing you only brief movement to squirm, but never far enough from him. He works you to a climax easily, and sucks a mark onto your neck as you calm down.
You manage to turn and face him. His arms stay wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him.
“Now?” he questions.
You shake your head. “Nice try.”
He kisses you, slow and sweet. “You’ll be the death of me,” he says, in between.
“And you me,” you whisper, letting your hands cup his face so you can kiss him longer, tugging him back in when he tries to pull away.
The two of you waste hot water standing there, only making out, something you haven’t only done in a while.
Aaron backs you against the opposite wall of the shower when the water turns cold – though he doesn’t have enough time to bother turning it off. Your lips are too important a priority to abandon.
You stroke him while his lips are on your collarbone, earning a deeper mark that makes your eyes roll back. He growls into your skin, his fingers clenching on air, pressed against the shower tile to keep from bruising you further.
“God, woman,” Aaron curses after he cums against your hip. He leans most of his weight against you, panting into your neck. “God.”
You laugh a little, holding onto his hips before running your fingernails across his arms. His breath hitches and you remember not to scratch too much – unless you want to get thrown into bed.
Admittedly, you don’t even understand what you’re doing when you get him so riled up. You just follow his moans and do whatever he responds most to, which appears to work.
Once the water has some warmth to it again, Aaron decides you two should actually shower and wash away the jetlag. He pampers you a little more than you expect, but you don’t protest. Your arms are too tired to try washing your hair or body right now.
Toweling off, you walk back into the room in search of pajamas. You find one of Aaron’s shirts and slip it on without thinking, getting caught red handed when he looks for it himself.
“You can wear it,” he says, stopping you from pulling it over your head. “It looks much better on you.”
You expect him to put a shirt on to sleep, but he doesn’t. He gets in bed only in boxers, and holds the covers up for you to slide in next to him.
You start out facing him, wanting to fall asleep this way, though you normally roll away from each other in the night anyway. He doesn’t seem to mind at all, wrapping one arm around you and pulling you closer.
You smile at the action, glad he wants you close despite how he’s been acting.
Maybe it isn’t the right time to bring his scars up again, but you can’t help yourself.
Your hands instinctively go to his chest, and you find the raised skin. Your fingers freeze, as if you’ve hurt him, but he makes no moves to flinch away.
Instead, he stares at you intently. Almost as if he’s waiting for you to say something.
“Will you ever tell me what happened?” you ask.
There’s no malice behind your words, only genuine curiosity. You want to know if it’s something you’ll one day know, or if it’s something he wants to keep to himself forever. Either is fine, but you want to know which it is, to save yourself the worry.
Aaron is quiet for a moment, and you’re certain he’s going to say he doesn’t want to talk about it. But he doesn’t.
“I was stabbed,” he says softly, his fingers tensing against your skin, like merely saying the word makes him relive it all over again. “It happened a year ago.”
You try to hide your surprise, but you know you fail. “Aaron, I…” You try to compose yourself for his sake. “Are you okay? Did they catch who did it? I–”
“They did,” he says. “He’s in prison, you don’t need to worry. I didn’t want you to worry.”
“I know, but…” You pause, your fingers freely moving against his skin, over the scars. “I just.” Wasn’t expecting that.Didn’t think that was what you’d say. But what else could’ve made these marks if not a knife? You were kidding yourself to think anything else happened.
“Stop,” he whispers, kissing your forehead. “You don’t need to worry.”
“He’s in prison?” you ask.
Aaron nods. “For life. He’s gone.”
“Okay,” you breathe, looking into his eyes. “Thank you for telling me.”
He smiles, soft and sad, like he’s never heard that before. He doesn’t reply, only pulls you closer, and tucks you into his chest, kissing the top of your head.
“Sleep, little one,” he says after a few moments. You do.
I have nothing to say because Chelsey and I have been WAITING for this part so I’m simply going to let y’all just have it while I go do some writing Love ya!
Warnings: angst :(
You’re still half asleep when you’re boarding Aaron’s private jet the next morning.
He got you up and out of the hotel in a rush, saying that he had work to get back to, and you had classes, and so on. You were too tired to bother questioning him.
Now, just an hour away from home, you’re trying to pry information out of Aaron — and it’s like pulling teeth.
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,”
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“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.
