When you walk through the door of yours and Aaron’s apartment, you immediately spot the man on the couch. It was rare for him to be home before you, but whenever it happened it was always on a day you really needed it. You’d had an awful day at work and the only thing getting you through the day was knowing you would get to cuddle Aaron all night long.
Seems like luck was on your side today, seeing as Aaron got home before you. You drop your bag by the door and hang up your coat. On your way to the couch you get rid of your shoes.
You plant yourself on the couch, right next to Aaron. His arm instinctively falls around your shoulders and boxes you into his side while he presses a kiss to your forehead. You let out a happy sigh and melt into him.
“Rough day at work,” he asks.
You nod while you intertwine your legs with his.
“Where’s Jack,” you ask, curious as to why the little boy hadn’t made an appearance yet.
“He’s with Jessica. I wanted to have a quiet night in with you. Looks like you need it too,” he whispers before winking at you.
“What do you have planned for this quiet night at home?”
He nuzzles your face with his nose before answering: “I thought we could start the night off with a nice warm bath. Then maybe a movie. And to end on a high note, a full night of sleep. Now, tell me that doesn’t sound appealing, Mrs. Hotchner.”
You make a thinking face, like you have to consider his plans thoughtfully. He looks offended that you even have to think about it.
You giggle at the face he makes and say: “You could make anything sound like a wonderful plan, Aaron. But we should start right now or I’m about to start with the last step in your plan.”
He laughs wholeheartedly before pulling you from the couch and guiding you towards the bathroom.
—–
Once the fake candles are placed around the bath, Aaron looks for some slow music. However, you can’t wait any longer so you already strip down and make yourself comfortable in the hot water. When Aaron turns around, he chuckles.
“Couldn’t wait, could you?”
You give him a cheeky grin and move a bit forward so he can sit behind you.
Once he’s settled, he pulls you into his chest and winds his arms around your waist. He presses a featherlight kiss on your shoulder before resting his chin there. You both let out a sigh of contentment, causing you to giggle. Your hands settle over his and you intertwine your fingers.
“Thank you,” you whisper to your husband.
“What for,” he asks, undoubtedly already knowing the answer.
“For this. For being home early. For…everything,” you softly say.
“There’s no need to thank me, sweetheart. I love you,” he quietly answers you.
“I love you too, Aaron.”
You turn around and press a deep kiss to his lips.
—–
You end up spending a lot of time in the bath so you and Aaron immediately skip to the last item on his list, a full night of sleep.
After you get comfortable on your pillow, Aaron crawls into your arms. You press a kiss to the crown of his head and tighten your arms around him. Sharing a mumbled: “I love you.” you drift off to sleep.
Imagine still having things to say in the Author’s Notes at this point in a story
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
“Mr. President, you have a visitor,” Aaron’s assistant, Lauren, announces you as she swings open the door to the Oval Office. It’s almost cute, the way Aaron’s lip curls up into a scowl before he lifts his eyes from his briefing memo and realizes that it’s you. He drops his face into a schooled neutrality that you recognize as a calculated concealment of his relief and elation.
“Thank you, Lauren,” he says politely. “You can close the door on your way out.”
“Actually, Lauren,” you interrupt her exit, “Could you leave it open, please?”
I can’t believe we only have a little over a week left of this fic :’) I’m gonna cry
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains:sexism, mild sexual references, alcohol and food consumption
wordcount: 2k
“Hotchner The Protector,” You read the headline of the Washington Post to the President the next morning. “It works, Aaron. It works really well, actually.”
“It wasn’t a strategy,” he huffs pointedly. He had been well and truly incensed by the way Haley was treated throughout his scandal, and the incident last night had brought everything to a head. “The misogyny and the vitriol that has been directed towards her is disgusting,” he complains. “But that’s not why I called.”
I fully almost posted the wrong chapter today my brain is broken
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
hiii best friends, if you missed my mini announcement last night, I am officially finished drafting yes, mr. president. it’s super bittersweet, to say the least, but I’m so excited for you all to read these last eight chapters.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of terrorism, guns, hostages and bombs
wordcount: 2.2k
“Oh, there’s the boss,” you hear Derek’s voice from the conference room when you walk in in the morning.
A woman you don’t recognize— a potential client, apparently— rises from her seat at the end of the conference table and rushes over to shake your hand.
“Mary Nesbit,” she introduces herself. “Thank you so much for agreeing to help me.”
“Help you with what, exactly?” You ask with a polite smile while shooting Morgan a camouflaged glare.
this update is early bc I didn’t bother to queue it in advance <333
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: cursing,innuendo if you squint, smoking mention
wordcount: 2.1k
“Are we good with Ethan and the message logs?” You ask Emily as she re-enters the office that afternoon.
“I scared him straight,” she confirms. “He’s going to email them to me.”
“Oh, thank goodness,” Jeanine says.
‘What now?” JJ asks.
“Now it’s time for America to hear from Jeanine directly,” you tell them. “To witness the strength of her character, first thing in the morning, on live television.”
“Live?” Jeanine questions nervously.
“JJ, prep Jeanine and help her with wardrobe,” you instruct. “Let’s go, people!”
everyone say thank you alex for proofreading this chapter
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
“It wasn’t me. It wasn’t! You have to believe me.”
Jeanine Locke is in your office, and she’s in tears, and it’s because of something your team did to her. Even worse is that she doesn’t know that it’s something that your team did. She’s young, maybe 26 or 27. You’d hired her yourself, plucked out of the press assistant pool from the campaign. She’s beautiful, she’s smart. She’s the perfect fall woman for something like this. She’s suffering on your cross to bear. And while you knew that she didn’t do it, the rest of the world needed some convincing.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of adultery and sex, swearing
wordcount: 2k
“I just don’t get it. Why can’t we do the same thing we always do? We find a friendly reporter to write some fluff pieces on Jack and the First Family, Aaron and I hold hands and kiss and make up on Oprah. We can’t just act happy and deny it?” Haley asks as the three of you strategize around the table.
“That would have worked,” you say, trying to phrase it gently.
“Would have?” She asks.
“Before you got the bright idea to go on national television and tell the world I cheated on you,” Aaron scoffs, and you glare at him.
happy saturday my lovessss big things are happeningggg
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains:discussion of adultery, food and alcohol consumption
wordcount: 2.1k
Haley keeps her promise not to name you to the press– you’re grateful to her for that, even if every reporter in the country isn’t. When you make your way into the office on Monday morning, everyone is already working— or, half working, at least. Good Morning America is on in the background, and JJ and Emily are listening intently to the conversation about President Hotchner’s Mystery Mistress.
“This can’t all be about Amanda Tanner, can it?” JJ asks. “I mean, that whole thing was done and over with.” “It’s probably not about her, but the Amanda Tanner incident points to a pattern of sleazy behavior,’ Emily asserts, her eyes flicking up to you for only half of a second— so quick that you wonder if you’re making it up.
hi besties I missed you so much!! it’s good to be back
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
Your heart drops into your stomach when you play Haley’s voicemail. Quite frankly, you never expected to hear from her again, least of all now. What could she possibly want? Aaron would tell you not to call her back, you knew that much. But Aaron wasn’t the one who left you this voicemail. They were separate people, Aaron and Haley. Your relationship with him didn’t mean he had any authority over how and when and why you talked to her. Not to mention, if she really did want to speak to you, you probably owed her the phone call– and much more than that, truth be told. You push past your own trepidation and call her back.
“Thank god you called,” Haley says in a sigh of relief as the line connects.
“Is everything okay?” You ask, her urgency causing your anxiety to spike.
“There’s some information I think you should have,” she tells you, and it’s not really an answer to your question.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
contains: discussion of adultery, food consumption
wordcount: 2.3k
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“The President considers these allegations to be a private matter between himself and the First Lady. He is grateful for the continued support and respect of his privacy by the American people,” Rossi’s voice drones through your television, which you flick off. Haley had told the world about Aaron’s affair, but hadn’t named you. You were grateful in some regards, but in others, it meant that you were still a target.
“You should really get back to work,” you tell Aaron, who has taken his time getting out of bed and ready this morning. He emerges from your bathroom, tying his tie as he crosses the room to sit by your feet on the edge of the bed.
“I’ll get there,” he says with a sated smile, which you return drowsily.
story summary: Scandal! AU– your mentor, David Rossi, has recruited you to make Senator Aaron Hotchner the next President of the United States. Once described as a political nun, the Senator helps you see that maybe you can mix business and pleasure.
I do feel for Haley here. She is right to be hurt and angry, but going to the press could be something that will hurt more than just Aaron.
It kind of seems like no one is really considering the impact their actions might have on Jack, whether short or long term (I forget how old he’s supposed to be here).
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.”
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!
