#aaron hotchner x reader fanfiction

[hotchs-bitch]

Over the Counter

Summary: For as long as you’ve worked as a barista, there’s never been a customer who caught your eye or made you want to cross over to the other side of the counter. That is, until you met Aaron.

Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Brief description of injury, I think that’s it! Maybe a curse or two but I can’t find any

A/N: A sharp 180 from the absolute filth that I’ve been putting on the dash lately :) just some much needed (for me) cute barista x hotch fluff! Gif creds to @ropoto and misc. hotch drink hc creds to @the-modernmary <333

Find it on ao3 here or under the cut! Happy reading <3

“Hi there! What can I get for you?” You scan the man in front of you. Black coffee.

“Black coffee, medium.” He hands you a five dollar bill, and you give him his change.

“Great! That will be ready on the other side of the counter. Next!”

A young woman comes up to the register next. Iced latte. “Hi, can I get a French vanilla? And can you make it cold?”

“Absolutely.” You give her the total and wait for her to pay. “And that will be at the other side of the counter for you in a minute. Next!”

Another man walks up to the register. You give him the same internal predication as every other stoic-faced middle aged man in a suit. Black coffee. With this guy, however, you can’t help but notice how handsome he is. He’s all broad shoulders and hard lines, but there’s a softness to him in the crows feet by his eyes and the way he shifts on both feet while he decides what to order.

“Hello. Could I get a, uh…” he squints at the menu over your head. “Could I get a white mocha latte, iced? With raspberry and whipped cream, please.”

The order throws you off for a moment- you usually guess correctly- but professionalism and years of customer service experience take over. “Sure thing! That’s going to be $5.25.”

“Great, thank you.” He taps his credit card, then hesitates. “Can you put that in a coffee cup?”

You’re running on four hours of sleep, three cups of coffee, and total autopilot. That’s probably the reason that your response is a cheery, “All of our drinks come in cups, sir.”

He blinks at you like he’s trying to figure out if that wasn’t a well-known fact, and you notice the brown of his eyes until he looks away. “Yes, well, er... I meant, can you put it in the same kind of cup you serve hot coffee in?”

“Oh!” You close your eyes for a moment, embarrassed. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry. We can do that, but I won’t be able to put a straw in the lid.”

“That’s alright.” He smiles at you, and somehow it makes him more attractive. “Sorry for confusing you. I don’t need a straw, so that will be fine.”

“Not confusing at all. Yeah, let me just, here,” you fumble the marker and start to write his order on the cup, but he stops you.

“Sorry, can you not write it? Can you just put my name or something instead?” He requests. “It’s just, er, one of my employees came into work with that drink and it sounded good, but I know they’ll all make fun of me if they find out I ordered one.”

You bite back a laugh at that, writing the order on a sticky note instead. “Sure thing. And the name for the cup was…?”

“Aaron. Thank you.”

“No problem, Aaron.” The two of you stand there for a minute longer, just smiling at each other; you with your trademark customer service grin, and him like he’s waiting for you to speak. Finally, it clicks. “Oh! That’s going to be ready down at the end.”

You point down the counter, and he steps back. “Thank you,” he repeats before walking to the other side of the counter.

You have to help the next customer, and you completely miss him getting his drink and leaving. Truth be told, you’re a little disappointed that you don’t get to talk to him again, but work is too busy for you to think about it for long.

—————

He comes in at the same time the next morning. “Can I get a latte, please? With vanilla, and oat milk if you’ve got it.” He’s speaking before you can even greet him.

“We’ve got it,” you assure him. You write ‘Aaron’ on the cup before he can request it, and ring in his total. “It’ll be $6.20.”

“Thank you.” He heads down to the other side of the counter without another word.

It’s another busy morning, and again you don’t get to talk to him before he leaves. It’s a shame, because he seems like a nice guy and his voice is almost swoon-worthy. But two days in a row is a good sign, and you’re sure he’ll be back again tomorrow.

—————

The next morning’s order is a large black coffee. It’s ordered in a hurry while Aaron talks on his phone, his voice too low and rushed for you to make any of it out. The only thing you can tell without a doubt is that he sounds stressed.

Your coworker is on break, so you grab his coffee yourself. You’re pouring the dark roast when he hangs up and looks at you. “I’m sorry,” he says, gesturing with the phone. “That was rude of me.”

You smile at him; it’s genuine, not your typical customer service cheery grin, but a real one. “Nothing to apologize for. I’m just the help,” you joke.

Aaron shakes his head. “That’s not true.” He looks like he’s about to say something else before his phone chimes and he looks at it, suddenly looking a lot older than he is as stress shadows his expression. “Can I add a couple shots of espresso to that?”

You glance at the sign that says ‘add espresso for just $0.90!’ and he tracks your gaze. “Nev-“

“No problem.” You cut him off, already getting the shots ready to pour.

“You don’t have to do that.” His eyebrows furrow with concern. “You might get in trouble.”

“It’s no problem,” you promise, but his expression doesn’t change. “I mean it, Aaron. It’s okay.”

You’ve caught him off guard, like he doesn’t think you remember his name. “Thank you. Really, thank you.” He pulls his wallet out and opens it, looking over at the register. “I’ve never seen a tip jar here, where is it?”

“Oh! We don’t actually accept tips.” You slide his coffee across the counter. He picks it up and takes a sip before setting it down and leaning against the counter, making himself comfortable there.

The sunlight streaming through the window and his proximity combine to give you a better view of him than you’ve been able to get thus far. You can see every line on his face, especially the frown lines that deepen further when he takes in your words.

“What? Here, take this.” He pulls out a bill and you shake your head. “Come on, just take it.”

“We can’t. That would actually get me in trouble,” you say apologetically, and he tucks the bill away with a scowl.

“That’s ridiculous. Places like this barely pay enough as it is, not being able to take tips is…”

“Criminal?” You joke.

Aaron pauses for a moment, like he’s considering what to say. He settles on, “Exactly. It’s criminal. You’re doing hard work, and you should be compensated fairly.” You’re set to respond, but his phone chimes again and he picks up his coffee without looking at it. “I should get going.”

“Have a nice day,” you say, giving him another one of those smiles that you’ve never shown a customer.

He raises the coffee as he walks towards the door. “Take care of yourself.”

—————

He doesn’t come in for the next four days, and you’re starting to wonder if it’s because of something you did or said. You work in the evening on the fifth day, and you’ve already resigned yourself to not seeing him.

That’s probably why it’s such a surprise when he comes in just before closing time, looking exhausted. “Just espresso, please. As much as you can fit in a cup.”

You give him his total with a raised eyebrow. “Long day?” You guess. His suit is wrinkled and his hair is tufted like he’s been pulling on it. “Have you slept since the last time you were here?”

He laughs, but there’s no humour behind it. “You’ve got no idea.” Handing you a bill instead of using his card like he normally does, he continues to speak. “You’ve noticed that I’m not here?”

You’ve been caught, and stammer out a response as you get his change. “Well, it’s… you know, polite people are memorable and you’re always nice to me, and, uh,” don’t call him hot, do not tell him that you think he’s hot, “uh, yeah,” you finish lamely. The change in your hand clinks as you thrust it forward, but he just shakes his head.

“No room in my wallet for coins,” he says it like an apology, but there’s a playful look in his eyes. “You’ll have to keep it.”

“Aaron, I told you-”

“I know, but come on. You’re closing soon, is your manager watching?” He challenges. There’s a triumphant smile on his face, but you just nod your head and point up to the security camera. “Shoot. I’ll figure something else out, then.”

“You’re very stubborn,” you tell him as you hand back his change, then move over to the machine and start making his drink. “Has anyone ever told you that?”

“If I had a dollar for every time I heard it, I could hire you as the justice department’s personal barista,” he deadpans. His wallet goes back into his pocket, and he shifts over to the other side of the counter to watch you, leaning against it comfortably.

You giggle at his words, queuing the shots and leaving the cup under the spout as they pour. With one eye on it, you move to the counter area to hear him better. “So, where have you been?”

“Away for work.” His answer is brusque and you straighten up a little, assuming that he’s uncomfortable with you pushing to learn more about him. You can’t think of a response, but luckily he keeps talking after a pause. “Just a sort of business trip. We went to Texas.”

“You work for the justice department, you said?”

Aaron nods at you, then stifles a yawn before he speaks again. “Why else do you think I was so adamant about tipping? I’m a big fan of justice.”

You snort at that and grab his cup of espresso, adding a bit of vanilla before popping the lid onto it even though he didn’t ask for any. “You’re ridiculous. This for burning the midnight oil?”

“Crime never sleeps, so why should I?” His fingers brush yours when he grabs the cup, and he takes a small sip. He lets out a little ‘ahh’ of relief, then shoots you a close-mouthed smile. “I’ve got to get back to the office. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here,” you assure him, watching with a smile as he walks out of the building.

—————

The next day Aaron doesn’t come in until the early afternoon, but when he does he has a kid with him. “Hi,” he greets you, setting the boy down. “Just an Americano, please. Jack, what do you want?”

Jack frowns in concentration, then grabs Aaron’s hand and tugs on two of the fingers. “Milkshake.”

“I don’t know if they-“ Aaron raises his head to look at you. “Do you make-“

“I can make it work,” you assure him. “What kind of milkshake do you want, Jack? Our chocolate is really yummy.”

He nods at that, then hides his face in Aaron’s leg.

“Alrighty, a chocolate milkshake for the handsome guy there,” you say, mostly to Jack. Kids are always the best patrons, especially when they’re polite like he is. He giggles at that, grips Aaron’s pants in one fist while Aaron speaks.

“Should I be offended?” He asks, grabbing his receipt when you hold it out. He moves down to the other side of the counter as you get started on the drinks, standing close so you can hear him better.

“Offended about what?” You raise an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing at your lips.

“I mean, you called my son handsome, and you’ve known him for five minutes. I’ve been coming here for well over a week and haven’t been called anything, and he’s 50% me, anyways.”

You’re attuned enough to understand Aaron’s dry humour, so you just shoot back, “There’s an age factor. With him, I’m not risking getting written up for flirting on the clock.” You set the drinks on the counter, but Aaron makes no move to grab them.

“Flirting?” Aaron leans against the counter, one of his hands smoothing Jack’s hair like he’s making sure that his son is still there. “Well, if you’re going to get in trouble for doing it on the clock-“

“Excuse me!” One of your regular customers is standing by the register. “Hello? Are you trying to lose business here?”

“Sorry about that!” You give Aaron an apologetic smile, then hurry over to the register to take the order.

Halfway through writing the drink order on the cup, you hear, “Daddy, look! A bird!”

It’s followed by “No, Jack, don’t go outside!” But the door is already open, and the little guy is scurrying down the sidewalk towards a pigeon. Aaron curses, gives you a nod as he passes, and bolts out the door after his son.

You don’t have time to think about it, because you’re still focused on your customer. Later, while wiping off the counters, you wonder what Aaron had been about to say. You have to wait to find out, unfortunately, because you don’t see him for another six days.

—————

When he finally returns, he’s got one arm in a sling and a black eye, mottled purple painting the skin around it. He walks up to the register, ignoring your gaping. “Just an oat milk latte. Decaf, if you’ve got it; doctor’s orders.”

“Oh my god, what happened?” You don’t bother reaching for the cup. “Aaron, your eye! And your arm!”

“Oh. Right.” He winces like he’s forgotten about the injury, pulling out his credit card. “Just another work trip.”

“What kind of work trip- what, did you get shot or something?” You demand, ringing up the drink. He taps his card and moves down the counter in total silence, and there’s your answer. “Aaron! You got shot!?”

“It sounds worse than it was,” he promises, “and I was wearing a vest. It’s just a little bruise on my shoulder.”

You narrow your eyes, not believing him at all. “I can’t even…. I mean, you could have been killed. You’re going to take it easy until you’re healed, hear me?”

A smile plays at Aaron’s lips, and he leans over the counter the way he always does. “You sound like my doctor.”

“Yeah, because you’re hurt!” You set his drink on the counter. “I can’t believe you got… god, Aaron, what were you thinking?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll take it easy, no need to yell,” he says with a grin, picking up the cup. “My doctor would love you; he’s not allowed to raise his voice at me.”

“Well, tell him I’m available to do that anytime,” you shoot back. He’s about to respond when a woman storms up, bumping him off of the counter and out of her way.

“What the hell is this?” She demands, slamming her cup down. “I ordered an iced decaf soy sugar free vanilla latte with four pumps of vanilla, and this doesn’t have any vanilla in it!”

You made the drink five minutes ago and distinctly remember putting vanilla in it. It’s not worth the fight, though. “Sorry, ma’am, let me remake that for you.”

She scoffs aloud. “Well, I should think so!” You give her a placating smile and move to remake her drink while she continues to speak. “I mean, god, the machine does the job for you! Are you useless? No wonder you can’t get a better job! You’re probably some washed-up dropout who couldn’t make it in the real world, and a-“

“That’s enough.” Aaron cuts her off efficiently, his voice firm in a way you’ve never heard it before. “She’s remaking your drink. There’s no need to scream at her.”

“How else is she going to learn? Do you have any idea how much I spend here?” She snaps at him, but he responds before you can even think of diffusing the situation.

“No, and I don’t care,” he deadpans. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve got the right to yell in her face.” You set the drink down awkwardly, not quite knowing what to say, and Aaron notices. “There, it’s fixed. Now leave her alone.”

The woman picks up her new drink with a scowl, takes a sip before storming out of the building. You let out a little laugh of disbelief, wiping off the counter as you speak. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, we’re supposed to shut up and take it.”

“If I can’t tip, I’ll do the next best thing,” he shrugs his good shoulder. “You didn’t deserve that. If you’re not allowed to stand up for yourself, I’m happy to do it for you.”

You don’t speak for a long moment, just wiping down the counters in silence. Finally, you say, “Well, now I just feel bad for yelling about your arm.”

Aaron laughs out loud at that, the sound ringing out around you and surrounding you like a warm blanket. “Don’t. It’ll heal faster if I take it easy, you’re right.” His phone chimes in his pocket, and he frowns when he sees the screen. “I’ve got to go. Listen, are you working tomorrow?”

“Uh…” you’re not, but you don’t want to tell him that. “Morning, or afternoon?”

He thinks about it for a moment. “Afternoon, I guess. I have early meetings, and then I get to pick Jack up from school.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m working,” you lie. “Yeah, I’ll be around all afternoon.”

“Great. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” He raises the cup in a little salute as he walks towards the door. “Take care.”

“You, too!” You call out, but the door is already shut. After making sure there aren’t any customers in line, you beeline to your coworker. “Please let me work tomorrow, please? Can I take your shift?”

She smirks at that, and a part of you already regrets asking. “Is this so you can flirt with the DILF?”

“Hey! Don’t call him that!” There’s no denying that the rest of her statement rings true, so you don’t bother trying. “Please, can I take it?”

“Fine. You owe me, though!” She calls out as you cheer and rush back to the register to help someone else.

—————

The next day you take your time getting ready for work, double checking your hair and the fit of your uniform before driving to the coffee shop. Aaron has never asked about your schedule; maybe he wants to be sure he’ll see you? The thought makes your heart beat with anticipation. You’ve definitely got a soft spot for him, and it’s developed into a full-blown crush throughout the last couple of days.

You can’t stop thinking about Aaron once you get to work; his manners, the way he stood up for you, the laugh you’ve only heard once or twice, the gentleness he treats his son with. The thoughts all swirl in your head, occupying your brain for most of your shift and reminding you of exactly why you’re so intrigued by him. You want to get to know him better, but it’s hard to do when your relationship is solely over the counter.

Aaron and Jack come in just after six o’clock, and you’re already starting to prepare ingredients for the blended coffee drink that you managed to modify into a chocolate milkshake the last time Jack came with his dad.

“Sorry for being so late,” Aaron apologizes, and it catches you off-guard.

You’re about to tell him that the shop doesn’t close until nine anyways when it occurs to you that he’s apologizing directly to you, as if he knows that you’ve been eagerly awaiting their arrival. As if he wanted to see you, too. “It’s okay. You can come by any time, really.”

He looks better today, the bruise around his eye already turning green around the edges. “I meant to come right after leaving the school, but somebody wanted McDonald’s first and wouldn’t let dad stop to get a coffee. Isn’t that right, bud?” He ruffles his son's hair with the arm that isn’t wrapped up in a sling.

Jack grins up at his dad, tugging on his suit jacket. “Uh huh. Can I get a milkshake, daddy?”

Much like last time, Aaron gives you a look as though verifying that you can make one, and you nod to the blender. “Locked and loaded for you, little man,” you say to Jack, who squeals with characteristically childlike excitement. “What are you getting, Aaron?”

“I’d like to get…. er…” he starts confidently, but falters after a moment. “Uh, a drink.”

You giggle at that. “I kind of assumed. What kind of drink?” You ask. “It’s going to be decaf, though. Doctor’s orders.”

He gives you a wry smile. “Yeah, I know. I’ll just get a matcha latte with oat milk, please.” He looks a little defeated now, you notice, like he isn’t asking for what he really wants.

It’s not your job to ask people if they’re sure about their orders, though, so you just ring up the drinks and let him pay. He picks Jack up with his good arm when the boy tugs at him again, the other hand rubbing soothing circles on his son’s back as he walks over to the counter he’s become intimately familiar with.

He doesn’t speak for a minute, just watches as you get the drinks prepared. When you set down Jack’s milkshake, Aaron hands it to him and then holds him against his side with one arm.

The silence is uncharacteristic, and it’s killing you. “So, what were you going to ask me?”

Aaron blinks as though he’s been lost in thought. “Hm?”

“The last time the two of you were here, you started to ask me something. What was it?” You ask, putting a lid on Aaron’s drink.

He takes it with his free hand, looking pensively at the lid. “You don’t take tips.”

“I don’t take tips,” you agree with a grin, “No matter how many times you shove cash into my hands.”

“What if-“ Aaron cuts himself off, looking down at Jack. “Buddy, hop down.”

Jack jumps off Aaron’s arm and lands on his feet, one hand finding its place on his father’s sleeve. “Just do it, daddy,” he sighs, and you laugh at that despite having no clue what’s going on.

Aaron shushes him, then looks back up at you. “What if instead of tipping, I buy you dinner?”

Whoa. That’s not what you were expecting at all, but you can’t deny the butterflies in your stomach making you feel like a high schooler whose crush noticed her. “Like, uh, as in…?” It’s your turn to stumble over your words, not wanting to read into it. “I mean, do you, like, bringing me food? Here?”

Something about your nervousness seems to propel Aaron’s confidence somehow, and he straightens up a little bit. “No. As in, a date. If you aren’t interested, I completely understand,” he hurries to tack on. “If I’ve been making you uncomfortable at all, just say the word, and-“

“Aaron, shut up.” The bluntness of your words hits you both at the same time, but you don’t let the heavy silence sit for long. “I’d like that. A date. Um, I’d like to go out with you.”

“Oh. Oh! Okay, er, can I get your number, then? You know, to set it up and figure out when you’re free, and my work schedule can be pretty hectic, so…” he trails off.

“Right, yeah. Here, let me just write it down.” You grab a marker and some paper, scrawling your number down before passing it over to him. “Here. Just, uh, you can text me anytime, I guess?”

“Great. Great, thanks.” Aaron stares down at the slip of paper like he can’t believe he’s got it, and then slips it into his pocket. “Thank you. I should get going, Jack’s…”

“Yeah. No, yeah, for sure,” you say, sticking your hands into your apron pockets before he can notice the tremor in them. “I’ll talk to you later, then? Or tomorrow, or, you know, whenever works. You’ve got my number.”

Aaron reaches up, touches his pocket as though to verify that the paper is still there even though he just put it away. “I do. So we’ll be in touch, then.”

“Yeah, we will.”

A long silence follows; it isn’t uncomfortable, but you’ve both been stammering and stuttering so much that the absence of noise is glaringly obvious until Jack says, “Daddy, we gotta go to the park. It’s gonna get dark!”

Aaron snaps to attention, takes his son’s hand. “Yeah, buddy, we can go to the park. Say bye.”

“Bye!” Jack waves at you, and Aaron raises the hand on his bad arm in a weak imitation of a wave.

“Take care,” he says softly, picking up his coffee cup as Jack starts to drag him away. “I’m looking forward to seeing you somewhere other than, well, you know.”

You grin at him. “Oh, I know. I’m looking forward to it, too.” The door shuts behind the two with a thunk. You get back to work, but all you can think about is how you can’t wait for Aaron to text you. You can’t wait to see him on the other side of the counter.

—————

Meanwhile Aaron and Jack start to walk down the street with their drinks, Jack clinging to Aaron’s sleeve since they can’t hold hands. Aaron wonders if the smile on his face looks as giddy as he feels, and if you’re still wearing a matching grin.

He still can’t believe how well that went. It’s been weeks of buying overpriced coffee just to see you, coming in at inopportune times just to hear your voice. It’s been days of long cases away, with the whole team teasing him as soon as they found out that he had a ‘crush’- as Garcia called it- on the cute barista.

It’s unfathomable, he thinks, the way your face had lit up with nerves and excitement when he’d finally managed to ask you out. He’s been failing to follow through on asking you out, too afraid of rejection; bringing Jack along had been the perfect motivation, especially when he saw how nice you were to his son.

It feels like he’s floating on clouds, like the sun is suddenly brighter and the birds are singing in tune, no matter how stupid that sounds. He’s done it, scored a date with you after weeks of thinking about it.

He pulls his phone and the paper out once they get to the park, sends you a simple “Hey. It’s Aaron. Does Friday night work?”

You’re still at work, he’s sure, but you respond in the affirmative almost instantly. The speed makes him even giddier, makes him feel like maybe you’re just as excited as he is for Friday night. God, he can’t wait to see you on the other side of the counter.

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"I'm sorry," You warbled, tears sticky on your cheeks, "I-I promise I won't do it again."

"I know you won't," Aaron sighed, the click of the handcuffs a welcome sound as your wrists stopped aching, his fingers slipping around them instead of the stiff metal, "You're a good girl, just need some discipline now and then, don't you?"

You nodded, a stray tear streaking down your face, the last of its kind. Aaron pulled you up gently into a sitting position, only letting go of your wrists to tug you into his lap by your hips, and your hands instantly flew to the stinging marks left by the cuffs.

"You did good, y'know," He hummed, his thumb brushing away the tear from the apple of your cheek, "'Didn't fight me or anything."

"I don't like fighting you," You whimpered, the sound muffled into his chest as you buried your face there, "I like being good."

"I know," His voice finally lost the last shred of anger it had harbored, and his hands planted themselves firmly on your back, gently rubbing up and down, "You're so good, you're perfect."

You wanted to respond, wanted to thank him, wanted to preen at the praise, but your eyes were heavy and so was your tongue. Instead you merely burrowed further into his chest, contentment washing over you when his grip on you only tightened.

"Don't fall asleep, sweetheart," He murmured, lifting your chin out of his chest and smiling fondly at your bleary expression, "We've gotta get you into the bath."

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Age Kink | Aaron Hotchner

Summary: Aaron isn't too sure about dating someone significantly younger than him, but after quelling his worries in his office with some sneaky tricks, he isn't unsure anymore.

Warnings: SMUT, 18 + ONLY, hand job, blow job, Dom! Aaron, significant age gap, dirty talk, fluff, slight angst!

Series: The April Alphabet Kink Challenge!

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: This is my first Aaron smut in ages, so please be kind!

INTERACT FOR MORE AARON HOTCHNER SMUT!

Aaron Hotchner never expected a lot of things in his life. He never expected to be the chief of an FBI team, to be a single parent or to not be a lawyer. What he didn’t expect most of all, though, was having such a pretty young thing, sitting on his lap.

You had waited for him in his office, making sure the coast was clear before you snuck in to surprise him when he got back from a late-night meeting. He knew the two of you were pushing the limits, knowing soon that you’d get caught, but right now, neither of you cared.

Especially as you moved against him, pawing at his belt buckle and shaking slightly as he kissed your neck.

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”His words were lost against your neck, lips pressed against your warm skin and a small moan escaping your mouth as Aaron pulled you closer. “I mean--.” He stopped talking, distracted by your hands finding their way into his boxers, and even though he knew he should stop you, tell you that he’s too old for a fresh face FBI recruit, he couldn’t even push you away.

“Hotch, if you tell me one more time that I’m too young for you, or that you’ll corrupt me or whatever, I swear I’ll leave you sitting right here with your dick out…” He knows you’re not joking, but in a moment of clarity, he takes your hand just before you can touch him again.

“Just…are you sure? I could get you into so much trouble.” Aaron Hotchner is sweet like that, always caring about others before himself, and if you weren’t insanely attracted to him, you’d scoff and tell him that you could look after yourself.

But you just melt into his embrace and kiss him gently on the lips to quiet his worries and doubts.

“God, sometimes you’re too self-sacrificing for your own good, Aaron Hotchner. And I think that’s so hot.” He’s kissing you again then, knowing you didn’t want to stop, and if you did, you’d tell him. Sure, you were twenty years younger than him, and you certainly weren’t his normal type, but you were touching him and kissing him and he never wanted to let you go.

Your hands started to wander then, and you were muttering about how he hopefully had a spare shirt in case you dirtied the other one, and all he could do was laugh about the ridiculous situation that was happening right in his office. He undid his shirt buttons though, making you grin as he stripped the item off and pulled your shirt off you.

“Honey, if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”You’re laughing at him now as he speaks, but he doesn’t mind. It’s sweet and cute and makes him want to take his time with you, the pretty young thing on his lap. “Here’s the deal, baby. If you can make me cum right here, in my office with no one catching us, then I’ll take you to my bed tonight.” Your eyes brighten at that idea, and all of a sudden you’re so eager to touch him.

“And if I can’t?” He’s grinning at you then, like the devil looking down at his prey, but it doesn’t scare you at all. In fact, it makes you want him more, to push his buttons and see how far he’ll take whatever this relationship is.

“If you can’t make me cum, I won’t kiss or touch you for the whole of next week.” Aaron was playing dirty all of a sudden, knowing that you loved the secret kisses the two of you shared, the sly touches and the hidden moments between you.

“You’re mean. Fine, you have a deal.” You kiss him them, firm and long, and he doesn’t hesitate to take you in his arms, hands squeezing your arse and a moan falling from his mouth.

Your hand started stroking him then, gentle at first with only your spit as lubrication, and he couldn’t help but watch, eyes dark and tongue poking out slightly to wet his lips. He’s so enthralled by you, wondering how someone so extraordinary could want anything to do with a broken and pathetic man like himself, especially someone so young and innocent.

He knew you weren’t really innocent, not only because you just started sucking his cock like a high-class porn star, but also because you knew exactly how to play his heart. But right now, he didn’t care about your innocence, because suddenly you were leading his hand to the back of your head and you were cupping his balls in your other hand.

“Fuck, honey, that’s it…such a pretty young thing. You like sucking my cock like that? Like taking me down your throat?” You only hum around his cock in response, slurping for a moment before bobbing your head again in time with the thrust of his hips.

Aaron is already close, and he’s trying his hardest to not let go too soon, but then you’re pulling off him, giving him a moment of relief to breathe heavily. Your hands are still all over him, stroking his cock gently and lips against his Adam’s Apple. He’s grinning, not used to this feeling of guilt-free pleasure.

“Why’d you stop?” He asks the question through kisses littered on your skin, and for a moment you pull away, stroking a hand through his hair that’s longer than usual.

“Because, you, old man, weren’t going to last as long as I want you to.” His eyes widen at your teasing accusation and then narrow suddenly in a way that makes you shiver. His grip on you is firm now, hand squeezing your arse in a nearly bruising manner, and he knows you're only teasing, but the jab does hit close to his insecurities about how much older he is.

“I swear, honey, you better keep going otherwise I’ll make you regret it.” He kisses you then, and places your hand on his cock again, starting to move it up and down. You get the message and keep stroking until he’s panting against your lips in a way that makes your heart race. “There we go, that’s a good young thing. So pretty, so fucking dirty.”

His hips lurch then, and he nearly bucks you off in his moment of pleasure, cumming all over your hands and his chest. He’s heaving for breath, hands clutching at your clothes for some sort of futile anchor to keep him afloat, and you’re right there, hands holding his face and lips pressing kisses to his chest and shoulders.

It’s silent between the both of you for a while, like this awkward feeling falls between the both of you as you slide from Hotch’s lap and hand him back his shirt. You don’t look at him, suddenly scared this is just a one-time shameful thing that you both got carried away in. And as you right your clothes and make sure everything in your work bag was where it should be, he watched you closely, somehow expecting a different reaction. He’s not confused, he’s a profiler for god sake and he knows you suddenly feel self-conscious, but he’s shocked at how quickly you changed.

He takes you in his arms then, your back against his chest and his hands resting gently on your waist in case you didn’t want to be so close. He’s nuzzling at your ear, warm breath against your skin and it takes everything in you not to fall back into him.

“I meant what I said, darling. I want you in my bed tonight. I want to kiss you and hold you in my arms whenever I get the chance, and even though I hate sneaking around and hiding people I love, I’ll keep doing it if that’s what you need.” His voice is soft, and after some more tense silence, you turn around to face him, gaze still downcast.

“Do you really mean that? Are you really not worried about our age difference? I know it’s unconventional, and I know I’m less experienced and--.” Aaron cuts you off then, pressing a finger to your chin to tilt your head up.

“I don’t care about any of it, baby. Sure, this is all new to me, but it’s also new to you. And I don’t mind something unconventional, hell I already lead a pretty unconventional life. I just know that I want more of this and more of you if you’ll have me.”

You kiss him then, letting him know that yes, you’ll have him, and he grins into the kiss, dimples showing and a small laugh escaping. You could kiss for hours, but you both know it’s already late and it’s another early start in the morning. So after a couple more kisses, a squeeze of your arse from Hotch, and a promise of pretty good Thai food, he leads you out of his office and down to his car, prepared to see where the night will go.

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[kryptonitejelly]

“Agent” | Aaron Hotchner x You

“Agent”

Criminal Minds - Aaron Hotchner x You Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x You Genre: Slightly suggestive, fluff Warnings: Slightly suggestive content; minors DNI Length: Drabble Where you work at the DOJ, and you finally get a chance to consult on one of your husband’s cases.

A/N: Imagine you are 38, and Hotch is 45.

***

“(Y/L/N)” you hit the speaker button of the ringing phone on your desk, before dropping your pen onto the open folder in front of you.

“Need you on a consult” the familiar voice of Richard “Bob” Andrews, your boss at the DOJ crackles over the line.

“Can I say no?” you pull a face as you proffer the question, which you already know the answer to, while stretching your feet out under your desk. It wasn’t that you weren’t willing to help out, but it had been an insanely busy few months, and you were feeling it. Life at the DOJ was, on a normal basis, generally better than it had been in the past few months. It was usually (much) better in terms of hours, but recently, there had been an influx of cases, all of which you were taking lead on, that were moving simultaneously at full speed ahead.

“No” Andrews chuckles at your question, you had been working for the man for slightly over 10 years now, fresh out of law school, and he had long gotten used to you. “The brief and files been sent, check your email. I have a feeling you might change your mind once you get a look at it.”

“Doubt it” you grumble as you turn your chair, sliding it forward towards the computer positioned on the right side of your desk.

“They are expecting you there today” Andrews voice crackles over the line in parting and he hangs up. You sigh, in obvious annoyance as you press the end call button on your desk phone to silence it before moving to open the email that had just hit your already overflowing inbox.

From: Andrews, Richard To: (Y/L/N), (Y/N) Title: CLASSIFIED - REQUEST FOR CONSULT (FBI - BAU)

Your eyes widened as your gaze skimmed the title of the email, comprehension regarding Andrew’s penultimate sentence to your conversation dawning over your face.

***

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), DOJ - here for a consult with the BAU” you slide your DOJ issued tag across the counter for it to be scanned, before it is slid back to you by the receptionist, along with a short term visitors tag.

“Lifts to your right.”

“Thanks” you flash a smile at the receptionist while pinning both tags onto the band of your skirt before heading for the lifts. Stepping into an open lift, you press the floor button for the BAU, a small smirk playing on your face. The lift ride is short and the doors spring open to a blonde in a heap of colour.

“(Y/N)” the squeal hits you before blonde does, engulfing you in the biggest bear hug of all times.

“Its good to see you too Pen” you laugh as your arms encircle Penelope Garcia in a hug. “Although I did just see you last week at Rossi’s dinner”, you chuckle as the technical analyst responds with an even tighter squeeze.

“Yes, but that was then. This is now. This is different, you are going to be working with us” Garcia’s voice increase in both volume and excitement as she releases you from her embrace, and drags you through the glass doors of the BAU.

“(Y/N)!” Multiple voices greet you in excitement as you are dragged into the bullpen by Garcia.

“Hey guys” you smile, your eyes twinkling as you look over the faces of Morgan, JJ, Emily, and Reid.

“We hardly ever get to work together” Emily squeals as she grabs you into an embrace. It was true, you hardly ever got to consult with them. More often than not, what the BAU needed was not something a prosecutor from the DOJ, with an expertise in financial crimes, could provide. It was usually an expert in blood splatter, someone with certain a certain medical, or scientific skill sets, or a linguist with a knowledge of all the different languages of the world, which the BAU needed (or possibly, just one Dr Spencer Reid). It was just your luck that the Unsub in this case had his victims intertwined with an interconnected myriad of very illegal financial transactions.

“Hardly” you nodded in agreement as you squeezed Emily back, before making your rounds around the team, turning to embrace Derek, JJ, and finally the resident germaphobe, Reid, who despite numerous protests within the first few months of meeting you, had come to grudgingly accept that much like the women of his team, you too were a hugger.

“Where are Mom and Dad?” You question and Morgan cocks his head towards the shuttered room perched on the landing overlooking the bullpen.

“In Hotch’s room.”

“Got it, I’ll say hi.” Your words are met with a grin from Garcia, a wink from Morgan, and smiles from Emily, JJ and Reid, as you flip on your heels to ascend the stairs.

***

“Come in” the familiar deep voice, commanding and calm greets you rap your knuckles against the door.

You enter, cracking open the door, and sticking your head in first. The rest of your body follows as you hear Rossi’s excited greeting of “Bellissima, you’re here!”

You embrace him, in the way you would a father figure and he plants his trade mark Italian kisses on both cheeks.

“It is so rarely I see you in full battle gear”, he chuckles as he spins you in a small circle as a proud father would, to which you obliged, doing a spin in your battle attire (no kevlar vests here) black heels, pencil skirt, white blouse, jacket and matching pearl necklace.

“Do I look older today” you tease, the running joke among the team being that you and Reid looked younger than you actually were, something you credited to genes, and the gruelling runs and workouts which your husband put you through - better than any anti-aging creams on the market.

“Just slightly bella.” Rossi grins as he strides towards the door. “I’ll let Aaron catch you up.” He winks, and exits, shutting the door with a click behind him.

***

A moment after the door closes you feel it, a hand pulling you close to where he sits leaning against the front of his desk, and immediately after a pair of hands winding themselves around your waist. You shimmy closer to him from your position, standing between his legs, and he pulls you closer towards him, as you snake your hands around his neck loosely for balance.

“Hey” your husband breathes as his gaze meets yours, the twinkle in his eyes evident, despite last seeing you just earlier this morning.

“Hey yourself Agent Hotchner” you breathe back as you observe the boyish smile on his face creep up, as his work facade (as you like to call it) slips away. You run your fingers up and down the nape of his neck, and you watch as you exhales into your touch.

“I thought Agent was reserved for the bedroom” he chuckles. There is an unmistakable brief flash of lust in his eyes, as you feel his hands slip down towards your ass, cupping each cheek in hand.

“Hmm” you hum, as you press yourself into his front, your fingers continuing to stroke the back of his neck. You can feel his body, muscles straining against his white shirt, hard against yours. Your facial expression maintains its innocence, but you push your hips into his. You see him exhale, as he fights a groan.

“Its only right I call you Agent - isn’t it?” You wonder out loud, schooling your features into a wondering expression. “After all, we are in the BAU, which is your place of work, is it not… Agent?”

You lean forward, your hips maintaining their firm press into his as you plant a kiss below his ear, and on his neck before pulling away.

“Babe…” he most definitely groans this time, and you can’t help but giggle, because you know you got him. Babe is for moments like this, private moments only both of you see. Honey is reserved for more tame moments, more public moments.

“Yes Agent” your hands move down his chest, abs, before coming to rest on the waistband of his slacks, tracing a line along the top of his belt.

He closes his eyes as his head drops an inch backwards, as he allows his self control to fight with instinct. Your hands drop, fingers tracing the most certainly hardening bulge in his pants. His eyes snap open in response and he grips your ass cheeks, pulling your closer before his lips claim yours.

“You are maddening” he mumbles as his lips slide over yours. You slip your hands around his middle, in the space between his shirt and suit jacket, while nipping down on his bottom lip before pulling away.

“I believe we have a case, Agent” Forehead resting against his, you are the first to open your eyes. His expression, eyes closed, is calm, but the ragged edge of his breathing gives him away. The fight against propriety, a full office of agents just beyond the door, and the urge to bend you across his table is a struggle.

“I guess we do.” He sighs loudly in response as his eyes flicker open, dark brown pools meeting yours, propriety winning the battle.

“Come on” you laugh in response, planting a much more chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away, reluctantly from the warmth of his arms.

“We’ll pick up from where we left off tonight”, a statement, not a question, as he stands, adjusting his tie with a hand, before striding to pull open the door, holding it open for you.

“Yes, Sir.” You purr, as you brush your hand against his midsection before walking out the door.

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[lomlhotchner]

❛ morning sweetness! ❜ … aaron hotchner

there's a lot of words that can describe aaron hotchner. he's intimidating, scary, strong minded, stern. but most importantly, aaron hotchner is very very pretty.

with his floppy brown bedhair on top of his head, to the way his chest raise and fall with each breath he took. with his lips parted, and his nose, so perfectly sculpted on his face.

you concluded that yes, he is indeed very pretty.

you can't help yourself as your hand softly gravitate to his face. his stubble is growing out and it feels nice on your skin. his cheeks are soft, and his lips were chapped when it meets the tips of your fingers.

you softly land a chaste kiss on his forehead, and then his cheeks, his nose and lastly his lips.

“it’s rude to stare, honey.”

his deep voice brought you out of your daze as a small smile formed on his face. giving your waist a teasing squeeze as he caught you red handed.

“was just admiring.” you shrugged, finger still softly tracing the details of his face. “not my fault you’re so pretty.”

aaron’s whole body went stiff as his eyes opened in shock, sitting his body up a little to look at you. did he heard that right? did you just- did you just called him pretty? a pink blush across his cheeks. he’s sure his brain shut down.

you looked at his reaction, his brown eyes blinking slowly, “what?” you chuckled, “you’ve never been called pretty before?”

he dumbly shook his head and it was your turn to tease. “well, good cause you’re my pretty boy.”

aaron groaned in frustration, feeling his whole body go warm. he rolled over to hover on top of you, hiding his flushed cheeks in the crook of your neck. “you can’t just say things like that.”

you giggled and tangled your fingers in his hair making the tall man nuzzle into your embrace. at the sound of your laughter, a lovesick grin appear on his face as he turned to stare at you.

“you are also very pretty.” he absentmindedly mumbled and you felt your stomach doing flips.

you pecked his lips once, and then twice, and then a third time, and then peppering his whole face with small kisses and aaron felt like for every kiss a part of him healed. aaron knows he never would give his heart to anyone, but when he met you, he landed you his whole heart without hesitation and you have been holding it like it was a piece of priceless art. he thinks giving you his heart is one of the best things he has ever done.

as the alarm rings 9am it is safe to say that aaron hotchner will finally ask you the question so that he could wake up next to you forever.

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[laurensprentiss]

Forbidden Fruit [Hotch x Reader]

Part 4:

Screencap credit: @lovelessmotel thank you for your service, Em.

A/N: genuinely, I apologise so much for the HUGE wait in posting this, but I just get so burnt out after writing and I had so much trouble figuring out the logistics of this, so have this as consolation. I hope it doesn’t disappoint. Thank you to the besties @arsonhotchner and @ssahotchie for reading this over and giving me moral support to finally post and for listening to me lament about this fic. Also a HUGE thank you to T @hotchs-bitch for giving me the idea for the second part to this chapter and getting me out of this writing slump!!

Warnings: haha. here we go: 18+!!! Explicit smut. Dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, subtle d/s dynamics, cockwarming, unprotected p in v, tenderness, some fluff. *deep breath* Zach being an ass, some angst if you squint, car sex, dry humping, creampie and some sugar daddy vibes at the end. Okay go nuts.

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“I’m not done with you yet.”

Full. It’s the first coherent thought you have as you slowly return to consciousness from a surprisingly deep sleep. Overwhelmingly full, naked, and warm - weightless, with a warm pair of lips skating over your collarbone and across your shoulders.

Two days of your body being on high alert, full of adrenaline and being thoroughly fucked out, left you tired enough that you’d passed out in your boyfriend’s father’s bed.

In his arms.

Seemingly reading your mind, Mr Hotchner pushes himself up on an elbow slightly to kiss your neck, a large hand running along your stomach, travelling upwards to caress your breasts. You instinctually lean into his touch, mewling at the feel of him hardening inside you.

Shivering warmly at the memories of last night - Mr Hotchner’s sheer strength and fervour, his filthy mouth and your own actions replay in your mind, visions of him between your legs, fucking his come back into you before you both passed out.

“I was wondering when you’d finally wake up, sweetness.” He coos. He gently rocks into you, asking, “Is this okay?” And you nod, needing more friction. His voice after a few hours of disuse is deeper than before, raspy, croaky, rich and it goes straight to your core, making you flutter around him.

He chuckles at your reaction, thrusting languidly and tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. “You doing okay, baby? You woke me up with those sweet moans, I think you might’ve been dreaming of me.”

You inhale sharply when his fingers pinch a nipple and soothe it by lazily caressing the pebbled flesh. You reach an arm around behind you to tangle your fingers in his mussed hair.

“What makes you say that?” You whimper, biting back a louder moan when he thrusts deeper.

You can’t recall a single minute over the past two days when you haven’t been wet and painfully aroused with his presence around you, and with his come still inside you, you’re slick, throbbing and ready for him to fuck you like he did last night.

You feel empty when he pulls out of you, but he quickly maneuvers himself to settle between your legs, his cock rubbing up and down your slit.

“Because your pussy was fluttering in your sleep. I could feel you squeezing me.” He rasps. “Put me inside you again, sweetness. Get it nice and wet first, and slide me inside you.”

His words make your breath hitch and a rush of molten heat spreads in your stomach when you look at him. His eyes are dark, and focused on you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

You swallow thickly, reaching in between you to wrap your fingers around his heavy cock, slick and hard. Your skin prickles, eyes rolling back as you rub him up and down your slit, allowing the head of him to collect your mixed juices.

“Fuck, sweetness. That’s it. Use it how you like.” He grunts.

Your eyes roll back when you slap his cock lightly against your clit, your legs jolting at the sharp pleasure. You lean up on your elbows slightly to watch as he slides inside you, inch by inch, satisfying your craving for fullness again.

“Were you dreaming of my cock fucking you again?” He asks, slowly driving into you, burying himself to hilt and grinding against your pelvis, before pulling almost all the way out and back in again.

You cry out, licking your dry lips. “Yes, Daddy. Just like this. Fuck. Oh, that feels so good. Please.”

“Yeah? Just like this? You like my cock stretching this little cunt out? You love it don’t you? Being my good little girl, taking Daddy’s cock?”

“Yes. I love it, just like that. Fuck.” You whimper desperately. There isn’t a lot of leverage for you to buck against him, but you try anyway, arching your back and working your hips to meet his thrusts in a search for even more friction. “I love taking your cock, I love being your good girl.”

This isn’t a fuck with finesse; it’s not clean, it’s not pretty. It’s just the two of you working in tandem to chase that high, and a large hand grips your thigh, hooks your leg around his waist to fit more snugly.

He draws out your pleasure, fucking into you deep and slow, causing a tight string of pleasure to vibrate inside you, starting at your throat and ending at your toes.

“You do? You love moaning for me? Screaming for me?”

Your hands search for more, running across his broad shoulders and arms, his tense chest as he drives into you and his physicality alone brings you closer. He’s strong, heavy, and large, weighing you down deliciously.

“Scream for me again like you did last night baby. There’s nobody to hear you. Nobody else around to hear what a dirty, pretty little slut you are for Daddy.” His words remind you of your reality, chasing yet another high with your boyfriend’s father, taboo, sinful but you’re too far gone to care.

You suck air into your lungs, willing your racing heart to slow down as he snaps his hips harder and faster, his forehead pressing against yours. The air around you becomes hazy and heavy with lust, the two of you completely wrapped up in one another, drowning in pleasure.

“Please, Daddy. I wanna feel you.” You moan, your foot rubbing against the backs of his strong thighs. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders and pull down, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you. “Please. Please, daddy. Let me feel you?”

His lips brush against the shell of your ear as he speaks, dropping his weight so his stomach and chest are flush with yours and you moan, eyes rolling back with pleasure. “I can’t get enough of this sweet little pussy, I wanna feel you come for me again. Think you can do that? Come for daddy? Squeeze my cock like I know you can?”

His words make something liquify in your abdomen, a warm rush of anticipation that travels down your spine and sends sparks to your nerve endings. “Yes, daddy. So close for you already, keep doing that.”

“I can feel you, baby. You take me so well, so fucking good. You look so pretty when you let me make you come, while I take care of my special girl.”

“It’s so much, daddy.” You whimper, pulling at him to feel him impossibly closer.

“You need to stop?” He asks, searching your eyes.

You fumble for anything to tether you, drowning in the feel of his cock hitting that crook inside you that makes you tense and twitch. “No. No, don’t stop, please. Keep going?”

“We’ll get you there together okay? All I want you to do is just breathe and focus on how good my cock feels inside you. You need to take a break, you tell me.”

Your heart hammers wildly, conflicted at the tenderness and raw sexual chemistry, the noises of your wetness and heavy breathing filling the room.

“Think about what you might want from me tomorrow.” He punctuates his words with a thrust. “Maybe you want my fingers. Inside your pussy?”

Thrust.

“Or my mouth? I know you love that.” He licks up the column of your throat, sucking on a pulse point.

Thrust.

“Maybe I run you a bath afterwards for being such a good girl?” His biceps flex as he drives into you, and your hands curl around the muscles, feeling them bunch under your skin.

He reaches down and rubs small circles on your clit, red hot pleasure crackling down your spine. His lips leave a kiss on your shoulder and it occurs to you that you love the feeling of his lips on your skin, something you hadn’t gotten to feel until last night. His words make you wetter, fanning the heat inside you until you’re choking on the smog.

“Tell me more.” You whimper, grabbing his hair.

“Maybe I’ll make you come with my cock, bury it deep inside this hot little pussy that I love so much. Maybe I’ll get my mouth on you again.” Your legs begin trembling at the steady build up of his fingers on your clit and his cock moving inside you faster now. “Do you want that, sweet girl?”

You nod weakly, gulping down enough air to keep you going but he feels too good on top of you, inside you, his deep voice whispering in your ear. “Words, sweetness. What do you want my mouth to do?”

“Lick me.” You whimper, the heat in your tummy spreading to your limbs as his cock and thick fingers work you harder, your body encased by his.

A deep noise rumbles in his chest. “What else?”

Blood rushes in your ears as you imagine it. “Kiss me. Suck on me.”

“Yeah? Are you going to let me make you come over and over again until you can’t stand? Are you going to give me all of your orgasms?”

You let out a loud moan when a particularly hard thrust hits that spot inside you, rubbing against your walls, and in taking the hint, he continues to angle his thrusts the same way, his eyes glued to you as your eyes fall shut.

“Yeah? Is that it? That’s the spot?”

“Yes, daddy. Right there, right there. I want to feel all of you inside me, on top of me.”

“Good girl.” He coos. “I know you can take it. Just relax and let me make you feel good, I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezing me.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, your nerve endings singing as he continues to rub against that spot deep inside you and rubs your wet clit with slow, sure circles to bring you up steadily.

“Come on.” He whispers encouragingly, rubbing faster and more urgently. “Come for me sweetheart, scream for me. There’s nobody here except you and I, nobody to hear how you’re fucking your boyfriend’s father in his bed. Nobody can hear how bad you really want it, how good I give it to you.”

That’ll do it.

You come apart a few deep thrusts later, your pussy desperately gripping onto his cock as your release drips down your ass and thighs. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm until he spills inside you, warm and wet and it’s almost too much, making you lean away from his touch for some much needed reprieve.

Your body feels boneless, weightless, and brain fuzzy. You feel the bed dip with your eyes closed; and he returns with a warm, damp washcloth a few moments later, placing a kiss on your lips as he gathers your release mixing with his.

Him kissing you on the mouth is still not something you’re entirely used to and it feels foreign, in a way where you can’t get enough and chase the taste of him.

“You did really well, baby. So, so good.”

You hum a half-response, lifting your arms to wrap them around his shoulders as he kisses you deeply, settling in between your legs and it strikes you that this is the most intimate you’ve been with him. You’re both naked, fucked out, and he’s laying between your legs, slowly, deeply kissing you, sucking on your tongue while your boyfriend remains stranded at his aunt’s house.

You feel over his large shoulders, revelling with the feel of his body weight on top of you as his hands skirt down your sides, tongue licking into your mouth with enough fervour to leave you breathless. When you separate for oxygen, his eyes remain closed for a moment before opening, crinkling around the edges as he smiles.

“Hi.” He whispers, pecking your lips again.

“Hi.” You whisper back, dissolving into shy laughter.

“You doing okay?” He asks.

“Little sore,” you admit truthfully. “But really, really good otherwise.” You finish, rubbing your foot over his calf. “You?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about me. I’m in heaven.” He laughs.

———

In the undeniable light of day, with the early morning sun creeping in from behind rainy clouds, the guilt settles in and you realise.

You’ve made a huge mistake.

You look over at the man sleeping on the bed next to you, and thank your stars that he’s a deep sleeper. Because now, the beginnings of a plan ruminate in your mind; namely that you need to just leave, as quietly and as quickly as you possibly can.

What you’ll tell Zach, where you’ll go or even how you’ll get there, you’re not sure. You just know that you’ve made the biggest mistake you’ve ever made, and you’ve made it four times in half as many days.

The guilt weighs you down though, and renders you to a daze, one where you’re unable to move and lying stock still with only the sheet covering your modesty, overthinking yourself into oblivion.

Zach is cheating, sure.

But you don’t know how far it’s gone between them or the nature of the relationship. What he’s done is wrong, definitively wrong, but you can’t help but feel like you made the bigger mistake.

Sleeping with his father. In his childhood home.

“Fuuuuck.” You grit out quietly and run an exasperated hand over your face and hair. You slowly peel the covers off, and gather your things with baited breath, slipping on your bra and sundress from last night’s dinner, scanning the room for your white lace panties.

You try looking under the bed, but a particularly creaky floorboard makes Mr Hotchner stir in his sleep, so you forgo them, unable to recall if you were even wearing any last night. You hope for the best, tiptoeing out of his room, but before you do, a pang of guilt lodges itself further into your throat.

This one is unrelated to Zach.

You feel terrible about ducking out of Mr Hotchner’s house without an explanation after two days of mind- blowing sex. You inhale sharply and head into Zach’s room, figuring you don’t have time to wait - you stuff the few things that you’d unpacked back into the suitcase, check in on a still sleeping Mr Hotchner, and call an Uber from further down the block.

You fire off a quick text to Zach, excusing yourself - telling him that your cousin heard you were in town and wanted you to come stay with her for a few days. Luckily, he’s not too bright - he won’t question why you’re suddenly fleeing his home after a night alone with his father, he won’t question if you’re okay. He doesn’t care.

He never cared.

That lessens the weight of your guilt but you’re firm on needing some space away to figure out your next steps.

You need some distance.

———

When Hotch does wake up, around twenty minutes after you leave, he’s confused by the lack of warmth next to him. After feeling around blindly for your soft skin, he opens one eye and finds the bed next to him empty. Slowly sitting up, he listens for the faucet in the bathroom or even footsteps in the hallway, thinking maybe you’d gone into Zach’s room but when he calls out to you, he’s met with silence.

A thought begins to occur to him, anger, frustration and something that feels a lot like rejection bubbling up inside his throat as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants and paces down the hallway into Zach’s room to find your suitcase gone.

“Damn it.” He grits out, running a hand through his hair.

He hears a key hit the front door downstairs, Jack’s voice travelling up the stairs as he and Zach step inside. His eyes widen at what’s coming next. Jack’s first step will be to hurtle up the stairs three at a time, as fast as his small legs will carry him right into Hotch’s bedroom. He jogs lightly back into his bedroom, beating Jack there, stuffs his discarded clothes haphazardly into the bathroom next to him, and pretends to make the bed as Jack comes to a stop in the doorway.

“Hi, Dad!”

“Hey, Buddy! Did you have fun at Aunt Jess’?” He asks, crouching and ruffling his hair.

Jack nods eagerly and proudly hands Hotch an origami boat that he made with his grandpa last night, his eyes twinkling. “Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”

“Sure thing, buddy. Go get washed up, I’ll start breakfast.” He tells him, right as Zach comes up behind his brother.

“Hey.” Zach says.

“Hey, bud. Breakfast?” Hotch asks. He covertly glances to his right where the pile of clothes sit on the floor, thankfully out of Zach’s view, but his own eyes fall to a flash of white on the floor, right next to the bed. He moves over to them, kicking them under the bed inconspicuously.

“Sure.” Zach replies. He tells his father about your sudden change of plans to stay with your cousin and Hotch swallows, nodding nonchalantly when Zach asks, “did you happen to see her before she left?”

“Ah, no. Must’ve missed her. I think I was asleep, she probably didn’t want to wake me.”

Zach makes a noncommittal noise, peering at his phone, his eyes lighting up. He looks back at his dad. “So. Pancakes?”

“Sure thing.” Hotch replies, sighing in relief when Zach leaves. He crouches down to pick up your white panties, crumpling up the lace in his hands. He can’t help but bring the fabric up to his nose and inhale deeply, memories of his face buried between your legs making him salivate.

He tucks them safely into his own underwear drawer, unsure of what to do with them, but knowing for sure he doesn’t want to discard them just yet.

———

A tense week and a half and more of your cousin’s constant-albeit-well natured questions later, you finally admit that you’re rethinking your relationship with Zach. Truthfully, it had been a long time coming, you’d come close to a clean break a month before he invited you on this ill-fated trip to Fairfax, only to cheat on and neglect you the entire time.

With some distance in place and only a few days left before you leave to go back to college, you need to end it.

Now.

Even in the week and a half you’ve been less than 10 blocks away, Zach’s contact with you has been minimal. And while you’re not surprised, you do find yourself wandering more and more about Mr Hotchner, your last encounter, and what he must think of you.

His son’s girlfriend. Cheating on his son. Five times. And leaving without a trace.

You omit the last part when you tell your cousin and she sympathetically tells you she’s sorry, although you know what she’s thinking.

That you can do better.

The morning after you tell her, she offers to take you to DC to get your mind off things, which helps some, but your mind remains more preoccupied with thoughts of Mr Hotchner than about your impending break up. At around 6pm, your cousin ends up getting paged to the hospital for an emergency, which is how you end up stranded in the DC countryside, on the way to Fairfax, with a car half inside a ditch during a torrential downpour.

You try calling your cousin three times but it goes straight to voicemail and you begrudgingly dial your last and only other option.

Zach.

You thank God for your inability to make a decision in that instance, grateful that you hadn’t broken up with him just yet. The first time you call, it unsurprisingly goes straight to voicemail and as you dial a second time, you receive an incoming call from him.

“Hey, babe.” He pants.

Your grit your teeth, the pieces of why he couldn’t answer the phone falling into place. “Hey. Listen, is there any way you can come and get me? I just skidded and now Liv’s car’s stuck in a ditch.”

He makes a long, drawn out noise that already tells you no. “Babe, I can’t right now, I’m watching Jack for the night and he’s already asleep. But y’know what? Let me call Dad, he should be able to come get you.” He suggests.

Your heart lurches into your stomach. “No! No, no. That’s okay. Don’t do that. Don’t put him out, I’ll just call a tow truck and a cab or something.”

“Are you still in the car?”

“No, I couldn’t stay there. I thought the car might tip, so I got out while I could.”

“Okay well it’s pouring down.” He argues. “Just send me your location, I’ll call Dad to come get you. I gotta go though, I think Jack’s stirring - send me your location, okay?”

And he hangs up.

You genuinely weigh the risk of soaking through your clothes and catching pneumonia vs seeing Mr Hotchner again but as a semi passes by and kicks up a large puddle of freezing water onto you, you quickly send Zach your location.

You’ll deal with the consequences, as long as you’re warm and dry soon.

———

He’s a perfect gentleman because he knows it’s not just his neck on the line. Being set up on dates by Rossi always goes the same way. He meets the date at the restaurant, which gives them opportunity to cancel at the last minute if they wish. He pulls their chairs out for them, orders a bottle of the house Cabernet and makes polite conversation.

Except the dates never go anywhere.

The first three years were the hardest.

He didn’t date, rarely socialised, buried himself in work and his two boys as a distraction from the grief after his wife died. If he tries hard enough, he can pinpoint the exact moment Zach slipped away from him, and as much as he’d like to blame his mother’s death, he knows it was the divorce beforehand.

He was old enough to choose. And he picked his mother. Not that Hotch blames him, his work took him away from home so much, he knows he’d have done the same thing if his own mother had ever divorced his father.

Then, when Zach went off to college, came a blurry two years of endless women, bars, and him leaving before the sun came up.

In the time since then, he’s been craving something more. Human connection, intimacy. And on paper, the date in front of him is exactly his type. Divorced with a little girl, busy career, blonde hair, tall. Leggy.

Age appropriate.

Not dating his son.

But he finds his mind wandering to you.

He’d made sure of one thing; even in the two blurry years of endless women he’d sooner forget than remember.

To never sleep with them.

He’d had sex, sure. But every encounter had been the same.

He’d meet them, they’d go to her place, have sex and he’d leave in the middle of the night without plans of ever calling them back or seeing them again.

But somehow, wires ended up becoming tangled with you, temptation became too hard to resist and after a taste, he’d become addicted. He’s been carrying the anger of that morning with him since you left, rejection and embarrassment burrowing their way into his chest.

The panties remain in his underwear drawer, sandwiched between his own boxer shorts and well used, he’d become accustomed to using them, holding the lace against his cock while he got himself off with his own hand.

His phone vibrates face down on the table and he declines the call with an apologetic look on his face.

His date looks impressed and continues her conversation. “But yeah, it’s actually my sister who introduced me to Dave, he’s a great guy but I do find he’s an acquired taste.” She laughs.

“Yeah, it’s a surprisingly popular opinion.” He agrees as his phone vibrates again.

She nods her head understandingly, taking a sip of her wine. “It’s okay. Go ahead, take it.”

“Excuse me.” He mutters, accepting the call. “Zach?”

His date watches his face go from mild annoyance to curiosity, to concern.

“Yeah, no problem. I’m on my way.” He mutters into the phone, collecting his car keys.

“Is everything okay?” His date asks.

He winces. “I’m so sorry, but I have to go, my son’s having an emergency, something about a car being driven into a ditch.” He grumbles.

“Oh.” His date looks taken aback.

“I’m very sorry, I had a wonderful time, but I have to get over there. Here.” He sets down two hundred dollar bills, apologising profusely, and quickly makes his exit.

Outside, it’s pouring rain. He’s forced to shield himself by holding his blazer above his head as he runs to his car and clicks on the location Zach texted him.

Only now that he’s alone does excitement and frustration begin to twist inside him. He hasn’t seen you since that morning, but he’s thought about you every day since. And after having you to himself for those two and a half days, he finds that his own hand isn’t quite enough to scratch the itch inside him.

He doesn’t know how to react - if he’ll even react - if he’ll confront you or let it go. Or why he even cares. It’s not like him to care about minute details like this, if he gets sex, he gets sex, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t; and his increasing concern is becoming a thorn in his side.

Soon enough, his navigation system tells him that his location is around 100 feet to the right and as he squints through the rain in the dark, he spots blinking hazard lights and your silhouette - arms crossed, hunched and soaking wet.

He pulls over on the shoulder, sets his hazards on, and with his blazer in hand, runs over to you, placing it over your head.

“Hey. You doing okay?” He asks, cupping your face.

Your stomach turns with guilt and some softness, considering the way you’d left, you wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d left you on the side of the road.

“Yeah. I’m okay.”

“Let’s get you inside so I can call a tow truck.” He shouts over the sound of rain.

He shields you under his blazer and opens the door for you as you get in, before getting inside himself. Your teeth chatter in the cold, the single layer you were wearing now soaked through and the wind making your fingers numb.

“Here.” He wraps his hands around your wrists and brings your hands up to the car heater. He turns the heat up gently, the warmth kissing your hands, feet and torso. You shudder as the initial numbness comes away.

“I’m sorry you had to come all this way.” You tell him, finally looking at him. You realise he’s not dressed casually, but he’s not dressed for work either so you venture your safest option - that he had plans of some sort. “Sorry if I ruined your plans, I swear I called Zach first but he said he had to watch Jack.”

He makes a non-committal noise at the mention of Zach, probably surmising the same thing you had. “You can always call me.” He murmurs quietly, looking at you. He reaches into the back seat and you lean to the side as he pulls a bag forward, rummaging inside.

In your lap, he sets down a towel and a T-shirt. “They’re both clean, I keep this as a back up go bag for work.”

Amusement pulls at your lips. “Who keeps a back up go bag?”

“I do.” He says bluntly. “You need to change out of those clothes or you’ll catch a cold, or something worse. The heaters are only going to do so much, if your clothes are still wet, so are you.”

You look at the items in your lap and frown. “I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You whisper, the heaviness of your brief affair with Mr Hotchner hanging in the air.

He regards you with a look that doesn’t leave much space to argue, so you acquiesce reluctantly, your cheeks heating, this time not a by-product of the heater.

“Can you…” You gesture to the window on his side and ask him to turn around.

Amusement fills his chest now, the irony of you asking him to turn around when you’d grinded on his face not two weeks ago. “Yeah. I’ll call the tow truck.”

You wait for him to turn before slipping your dress off, weighed down by the rain and still dripping. You grimace as it peels away from your body, leaving you freezing cold as the water dries on your skin - and as hesitant as you’d been - you realise Mr Hotchner was right.

“Hey, Marvin, it’s Aaron. Listen, I need a tow right off the Snickersville Turnpike - around 15 miles northbound, just off to the right.”

Your eyes flicker to him. You ground yourself, telling your brain to shut up when it starts wandering about how attractive and authoritative his voice is, inextricably linked to forbidden sex.

He doesn’t mean to. He means to give you your privacy, and respect your wishes but the headlights of cars driving past momentarily light up the inside of his car and cast your reflection right in the window he’s looking out of.

He swallows and feels his slacks tighten uncomfortably.

You unhook your bra in the meanwhile, discarding it and while you're truly soaked through to your panties, you forgo discarding those, reasoning that you need some kind of barrier between yourself and temptation. You dry yourself off as best as you can, conscious of the fact that your boyfriend’s father is sitting three feet away.

You finally pull the t-shirt over your body as he finishes his conversation. It comes to just about mid thigh which isn’t necessarily enough considering you want as much distance between yourself and Mr Hotchner but you fear even a nun’s habit wouldn’t be enough to distract you.

“Forty minutes. We gotta sit tight.” He looks at you then, in his shirt and towel drying your hair and feels sick to his stomach. Because he knows at that moment that if you said you wanted him, he’d throw caution to the wind.

Despite you being his son’s girlfriend.

Despite you being half his age.

Despite the fact that you left.

“Okay. Thank you, again. For the clothes.” You smile awkwardly.

“Sure thing.” He sighs, drumming his hand against the steering wheel.

You fish in your bag for your phone. “Sorry. I just need to tell my cousin I crashed her car into a ditch.” You mutter.

“Is that who you’ve been staying with?” He asks quickly. You glance at him in surprise, at the hard lines on his forehead and his furrowed brow. “Sorry. None of my business.”

You tuck your phone back into your purse, inhaling deeply. “Yeah. Yeah, I’ve been staying with her.” You answer, not looking at him. “She wanted to take me out for a day in DC but she was paged into work and… I drove her car into a ditch.” You murmur sadly. “Shit.”

“Hey, it’s okay.” He murmurs, placing a hand on your knee unthinkingly. The contact feels hot enough to burn and it’s abrasive but it makes you finally look at him and the lighting - half of his face bathed in warm light with the other cast in shadows - makes your heart race.

Shit.

“And I will pay you back for the tow.” You tell him.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“No, really. I need to.” You double down. “You were so welcoming - I mean you invited me into your home.” Into your bed. “You came all this way. It’s the least I can do.”

“You’ll do nothing of the sort.” He quips back.

“No. Really. I insist.” You counter, suddenly warm.

The tension dissipates into nothing as silence hangs in the air, not quite comfortable but not uncomfortable.

Just silent.

“Why did you leave?” He asks.

You freeze.

Your eyes go wide and your heart races. With nothing else to say and a need to buy some more time for yourself, you say the first thing that comes to mind.

“Sorry?“

“Don’t do that. Don’t pretend like you didn’t hear me.” He growls. “Why did you leave like that?”

“Is that… is that really a question you need to ask?”

“I’m asking it.” He replies.

You swallow uncomfortably, averting your gaze. You owe him some honesty at the very least.

“I didn’t trust myself.” You whisper. You wait for him to say something - anything, but when he doesn’t, your own voice fills the silence. “Every time we… after every time, I’d tell myself not again. Because it’s wrong. But every time you’d come near me, I wouldn’t be able to help myself and I had to get out of there. So it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Look at me.”

You keep your eyes fixed on your lap.

“I said look at me.”

This time you do. You meet his gaze and his eyes are dark, the way you’ve seen them right before he devours you and you conclude that you were definitely right to make the decision you did. Because you can feel your willpower waning.

“You know that I can’t resist you either right?” He whispers, his hand on your thigh again. Your breath hitches, feeling the impending conclusion.

His thumb rests dangerously close to the apex of your thigh, moving its way up. “Mr Hotchner-“

“I haven’t been able to resist you since the day I met you.” He mutters lowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Even when I knew you were my son’s girlfriend.” His touch radiates through your skin, molten and warm.

Your heart races, warmth spreading in your stomach. It’s suddenly hard to breathe.

“You know when Zach said he was stepping out for the day… I hate that I was happy. Because I knew I wanted to fuck you again. And when the storm came in, I hate that I was so excited. Because I got to hear what you really sound like when you’re coming all over a cock.” His pinky finger rubs against your slit, long and thick, making you shudder.

You bite back a moan. “Mr Hotc-“

“I got to hear all the ways you whimper and moan when you come. On my mouth, on my fingers. On my cock. And I haven’t been able to get my mind off it ever since.” He breathes as your thighs fall open of their own accord.

Your mind feels cloudy with lust, the air smoggy and thick.

“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anybody. I think I’m addicted to you.” You cast a look at his lap and an impressive tent lays between his legs. “You know I’ve thought about you every day since? Stroked my cock with your panties in my hands.”

“Please.” You whisper breathlessly. “We can’t do this again.”

“I know you feel guilty, sweetheart.” He murmurs in your ear as he rubs his pinky down your wet slit. “I know you feel bad that you cheated. I know you feel guilty about coming all over your boyfriend’s father’s cock.”

You feel light headed. “I do.” Warmth builds in your stomach as your body naturally reacts to Mr Hotchner’s voice and presence, his large hand and finger so close to where you want him.

“I do, too.” He replies. “But it doesn’t mean I don’t want you. Do you want me?”

You try to let your body do the talking for you, grinding against his finger in a half-hearted way but he stops you. “I need to hear you say the words. This doesn’t work unless I know you’re okay with it.”

You grip his wrist and bring his hand up, and under your panties against your bare skin. “I’m okay with this. Can't you feel how okay I am with it?”

He groans when his fingers touch your warm, slick skin. “You sure?” He asks raggedly.

“Yes.” You whisper.

He swears under his breath and pulls you across the console and into his lap, sighing in contentment when your pussy makes contact with his clothed cock.

“You liked that? Me telling you how dirty and forbidden this is? Telling you that you liked sneaking around?” He grips your hips, grinding you down into his cock.

You gasp, feeling the ridge of his cock on your clit. “I did.”

“Yeah? You like the thrill of maybe getting caught? Like how I bent you over the kitchen table on the first night?”

“Mr Hotchner-“ you moan, the friction making you wetter.

“Uh, uh. That’s not what you call me, is it, sweet girl?” He taunts you, pushing the t-shirt up just enough to expose your breasts so he can mouth at them eagerly. “What do you call me, honey?”

“Ohh, Daddy. I call you Daddy.” You moan, gripping his shoulder with one hand and cupping the back of his head with the other as he sucks on a nipple.

He makes a noise of approval in his throat as his hands squeeze your ass just hard enough to separate your pussy a little, exposing your clit to his erection.

“Answer me, gorgeous. Did you like it when I bent you over the table? Or when I licked your pussy in my office, made you come on my face just a few feet away from your boyfriend?”

Your hips start a steady pace now, his words making you dizzy. They should be turning you off, reminding you of the reality of your situation but they have the opposite effect. Your pussy throbs and he can feel it through his slacks, warm and soaking him through.

He stops your hips for a moment, and pulls at the waistband of your panties, wordlessly telling you to get rid of them.

“Fuck. Just rip them.” You tell him with a shine in your eyes.

His mouth curves into a wicked smile and he takes your word for it, snapping the waistband and ripping the material. He scrunches up the remains of your panties and inhales them deeply before stuffing them into his slacks.

You watch him in awe.

“You know what I think you really liked? Me carrying you to bed so you could scream and shake and cry about how good my cock felt inside this pretty little pussy.” He accentuates the last three words with light taps to your pussy and resumes your grinding, the feel of your bare pussy rubbing against his tented erection sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.

You’re close, wetness smearing over his slacks and loosening the friction, allowing you to slide over him faster and harder, both arms wrapped around his shoulders. His forehead rests against yours as cars drive past, his eyes glued to yours.

“Oh, daddy. that feels so good.”

“Yeah? You liked that? Liked having the house to ourselves so you could tell me all the ways you wanted daddy to fuck you?”

You nod, losing coherence. “Mhm. It felt so good to finally see you. Moan for you. Have you spread me out. I love that cock inside me.” You continue grinding on him reaching the peak of your pleasure.

“That’s my girl. There’s that filthy fucking mouth. You want my cock again?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Make yourself come like this and I’ll give you whatever you want. Come on. That’s it. I know you’re close - just a little more.”

You grind down harder and faster as your breathing becomes more erratic. You’re drowning in pleasure, burying your face in his neck and breathing him in. His scent is enough to drive you over the edge, and you come with a shudder, pulled flush against him.

You ride out your orgasm until your breathing returns to normal, laying hot wet kisses over his exposed neck, hums of contentment escaping you as you return to yourself again.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” He whispers, brushing some damp hair off your face. “Coming when I tell you to, giving me your orgasms?”

“Always, Daddy.”

“You still want my cock?”

“Yes.” You breathe, lifting yourself off him as a sign. “Yes please. I need it.”

He groans, leaning in to kiss you for the first time in weeks and you moan into his mouth, his tongue sliding against yours, mouth hot and demanding. You hear a clink of a belt and a zip before you feel something hot and blunt pressing against your slit.

“Put me in.” He whispers.

You reach down and grab a hold of his cock, heavy and warm in your hands, giving him a few tugs and coating him in yourself before positioning him at your entrance. You slide down slowly, both of you sighing at the contact.

Both of his hands grip your hips like a vice, and you know you’ll have bruises later but all you can focus on is the complete fullness you feel.

“Fuck, Daddy. I missed your cock.” You whisper in his ear.

“I missed your perfect little pussy, baby. Take that cock all the way down, I want you to feel all of me.”

You slide him in painstakingly slow, your eyes holding his as he enters your, inch by inch. The atmosphere is thick and desperate, the windows are fogged and steamy. You both moan in contentment when you finally slide him in all the way, his cock throbbing at your warm pussy enveloping him.

You begin to grind on his cock, slow clockwise circles That allow your clit to grind on his pubic bone, so full, you can feel it in your stomach.

“Look at it, baby. Look how well you take me.” He groans, his eyes fixated on your pussy. You follow his eyes, see his hand pressed flat against your tummy. “Here? Can you feel me here? So deep inside you, fucking you so well?”

You cry out. “Yes, daddy. You’re so fucking deep, so deep every time. You’re so big, fuck me so well.”

“Yeah? That feel good?” He replies, desperation etching on his face as his brows pull together. He rubs your clit as you continue grinding on him, and you swallow thickly, a strangled moan escaping you when his mouth swallows your breast again, pulling at your nipple.

“Yes.” You sob, falling onto him. “Please. Fuck me, I need to come.”

He isolates your hips, stilling you as he withdraws almost all of his cock, and shifts in his seat, moving down and backwards slightly to change his angle. He presses a tender kiss to your collarbone and without warning, begins slamming into you, snapping his hips up as the sounds of your skin fill the car.

You hold on and allow him to pound into you, the friction making your toes curl and you moan and whimper into his ear, going limp as he fucks into you.

“Oh, Daddy, please. Fuck, that feels so good, please I need it. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me.”

He sets a punishing rhythm, digging his fingers into your ass, his thighs working to snap up into you. “I can feel you squeezing me, baby. You going to come? You going to let Daddy feel you come all over his cock again?”

“Yes, give it to me!” You cry.

“Take it, baby. Fucking take it.”

His rhythm becomes sloppy as you both approach your orgasm, sparks of white hot pleasure sizzling along your nerve endings. Molten fire pools in your abdomen and you can feel him throb inside you.

He brings a thumb around to rub your clit, your wetness and his cock slamming into you making your eyes roll back into your head.

“Come for me baby. Let me feel you come for me, you’re so close. Such a good fucking girl taking all of my cock.”

“I'm close, daddy. So fucking close.” You whimper, fumbling for something to hold on to.

A few sharp thrusts later, you come silently, stock still, with only your legs trembling as you squeeze his cock. He groans too, seating himself deep inside you and spilling his warm release with a shudder against your neck, his cock jerking inside you.

He continues thrusting shallowly as you flutter around him with the aftershocks of your orgasm, kissing his neck again, suddenly finding a fascination with the exposed skin and his jawline.

You melt into one another, his hand stroking your spine as you continue kissing his neck and jaw, working your way down to his collarbone.

“Come here.” He murmurs, angling your head to kiss you deeply. His lips slide over yours, warm and wet, languid tongue stroking yours. “You did so good.” He says, pulling away. “So good. Are you doing okay?”

“M’great.” You murmur dreamily. .

He smiles against your mouth, placing a small kiss on your lips again and reaches to his right for a fresh water bottle, unscrewing the top. You assume he’s about to hand it to you, but he grips your chin lightly and holds the bottle to your lips, allowing you to drink.

You hadn’t realised how thirsty you were until the water hits your lips but you end up swallowing down half the bottle, feeling refreshed but still wobbly. He chuckles, finishing off the last half of the water and reaching into the glovebox for some plain wipes.

He grimaces as you raise yourself up to allow him out of you, apologising. “Sorry,” he says, gesturing to the wipes in his hand. “These are all I got in the car at the moment - probably should’ve thought this through.”

You chuckle. “It’s fine. I can take a shower when I get to Liv’s.”

He smiles, and helps clean you off before his phone begins to ring. He excuses himself as you return to your seat and finish adjusting yourself. After his call is done, he looks into the rear view and sees a truck pulling in behind you.

“Tow’s here. Are you okay to sit tight while I go talk to him?”

“Sure.” You smile.

“Won’t be long.” He whispers, kissing you before getting out of the car. The rain has since stopped and he makes quick work of informing the tow truck of the situation. You, meanwhile, watch him in awe, snapping yourself out of it when you realise you’re ogling him, and drop the visor down to look in the mirror.

A thin sheen of sweat lays on your skin and your hair is exceedingly obvious but you can't care. Not right now.

“Hey.” He grunts, getting back into the car a few minutes later. “They said they’ll take it to their garage closest to Fairfax, and it shouldn't be too hard to fix. She can pick it up next Tuesday.”

“Thank you.” You smile.

“It was nothing.” He smiles. “Listen… I’m really glad I got to see you again.”

“Me too.” You nod, suddenly feeling shy.

“Look, I know you’re going back to school but what would you think about maybe joining me on your weekends and free time?” He suggests with a wary tone.

Your ears peek up, heartbeat picking up. “I can’t afford that.” You whisper.

“I would pay to fly you out.”

You frown. “That… seems unethical. Like you’d be paying me for sex and not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that, it’s just that’s not really a precedent I want to set here.” You venture, wringing your hands.

He stops your assault on your hands and smiles. “It’s not like that at all. Despite what you may think, you have the power here. I would just pay for your tickets to join me.” He reassures you earnestly. “I’m not going to pressure you, and I know this is a very strange situation. But I’d love to see you again.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course.” He whispers, kissing the back of your hand. “Take all the time you need.”

And while he’s willing to give you all the time and space in the world, he hopes like hell your answer amounts to a yes.

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[rachaelswrites]

Hotchner!reader: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Reid!reader: You’re a hazard to society

Prentiss!reader: And a coward. Do twenty

(Quote from an incorrect quote generator)

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[reids-gf]

sweater weather

spencer reid x reader

summary: rossi leaves spencer in a ditch, and you just wanted to help. inspired by that scene in 5x17.

content: fluff, mutual pining, sharing clothes, canon-typical crimes, mud, lowercase intended.

requested? no.

reader's gender: neutral.

word count: 1,1k

a/n: first time publishing a fic !! please be kind, reblog and comment your thoughts, i accept constructive criticism <3

“boys wait up!” you shouted as you jogged behind rossi, spencer leading you three as you arrived at the scene where the victim had been found.

spencer started to narrate what could've happened with the information we already had and the location, expressing himself with the usual movements of his hands that you often found yourself admiring. but rossi abruptly interrupted his speech.

“so, how long is it gonna take you to get in that ditch?” he questioned with his hand pointing to said ditch, that was filled with mud and wild plants. following their gaze, you crinkled your nose with disgust and looked up at rossi.

“get in that ditch- i- i got shot in the knee” spencer turned to rossi with his eyebrows knitted together, “my doctor says i'm not allowed to do any climbing” he explained in hopes of not getting thrown in the gross ditch.

rossi just stared at him, signaling the ditch with both of his hands, an incredulous look on his face. “it's a ditch” he teased shaking his head.

spencer slumped looking at their feet as rossi stared at him, behind them you walked around chuckling at their childish behavior, looking for any missed evidence or new ideas about who the unsub could be. you looked up to hear spencer ask rossi about his new boots, and how he didn't want to ruin them. you decided to just stay quiet so they wouldn't decide to send you into the ditch.

spencer slid down the little hill rather faster but still careful to not harm himself, as rossi still looked around. “hey, up here we can be seen by passing vehicles” you affirmed as you looked at the road and back to rossi and spencer. “and i can't” the latter responded.

we continued to deduce how everything happened, spencer giving us his facts and thoughts about how the victims were staged like they were sleeping. “any idea why?” the Italian questioned, looking down.

the younger one just furrowed his eyebrows as he thought for some seconds, you tilted your head waiting for his usually clever answer, as he seemed to know the answer to any question you could think of, and you had tested that theory multiple times. in the jet back home, you would ask him about random stuff; or back in the bullpen, when you two gathered up in the break room for snacks and he would answer questions you hadn't even asked yet with his random facts.

“no”, his answer surprised you, making you gasp, and earning a look from rossi. “well, i guess there is a first time for everything,” he teased as he patted your shoulder walking past you to get back to the suv.

“hey, i'm gonna need a little help getting out of this ditch,” spencer announced as he saw rossi leave, waving his hand back. “hey rossi!” no answer, “l/n?” he called for your name and you instantly turned around.

“oh sure, let me just-” you said as you carefully stepped into the plants, extending your arm for reid to take, he didn't seem to get what you were trying to do so he just stood there looking at you while you were stepping into the muddy hill.

“reid, just take my hand, i'm not gonna step into that disgusting ditch” you started waving your arms around and losing balance. in just seconds you were face-first into the mud down the ditch, your eyes shut tightly as you tried to sit up. “eww”

“oh my god, y/n are you okay? rossi come here l/n fell into the mud!” spencer rambled and shouted at rossi, who came sprinting from the suv in seconds. he offered a hand to take, gladly taking it as you slowly opened your eyes. spencer was surprisingly strong as he pulled you up with ease. your hands running to your face to clean the mud, and shake them in the air.

“yeah i’m alright, just smelling like shit” you shook your head as you responded, looking up at spencer with a smile.

“you are not getting in the suv like that” rossi stated as the younger ones escalated your way up. glaring at him, you jogged towards the vehicle.

to your luck you found a fbi old windbreaker to sit on top of at the back, rossi informed the team that you were a little late because of an inconvenience in the location. but when you arrived at the police department covered in dry mud he was glad to call it ‘an idiot accident’.

you cleaned yourself in the bathroom and changed into a pair of pants you had in your go bag, but you were so sure that you wouldn't end up falling into a ditch that you didn't pack any more sweaters, and now you were cold. you shivered entering the office where spencer was building the geographic profile, his attention from the maps shifted to you, standing with your arms around your middle and your hair a little wet from your improvised shower.

he stared for a few seconds and you cleared your throat, treading slowly and reaching the table filled with papers. your lip quivered from the sudden cold of the water and the lack of warm clothes. and suddenly, spencer was out of the room like a shooting star. you let out a breath and sat down to read the notes and take a look at the maps.

a minute later he was back with his go bag, your face showed your confusion as he started to rummage through it. he turned around and handed you his soft red cardigan, the one you had dreams about running your hands through. your heart skipped a beat as he gave you a tight-lipped smile, your hands eagerly took the cardigan and put it on, taking a deep breath. you quickly shoot a glance at spencer, he already had busied himself with pinging the map to the board.

you hid your hands in the sleeves and grazed your face with it, closing your eyes for a second and pretending it was spencer’s hands and not your own. your eyes fluttered open when you heard spencer’s marker against the paper of the map.

“spence,” you called for his attention, which he quickly gave to you, turning in his heel to face you again. “thank you”

“i- it's nothing, thank you for throwing yourself in a ditch for me” he chuckled lightly and i followed with a giggle, picking up a ruler and walking around the table towards him to keep working on catching the bad guy.

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[honeypiehotchner]

better (Hotch x Fem!Reader) — one shot

This could basically be the smutty companion to my other one shot, He’s different, he’s better but you don’t need to read that one to understand this one because it’s all smut <3

Warnings: smut…filth. It’s just smut y’all. “good girl,” oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, kinda fluffy I think, basically Hotch knows he’s the best you’ll ever have so he proves it

Reminder that my smut is 18+ only, so if you’re under 18, please disregard this post xx.

Sometimes when you’re trying to fall asleep at night, all you can think of are your life’s worst moments.

It’s like America’s Funniest Home Videos, but just constant tapes of your most embarrassing, horrific, and all around cringe-inducing scenes.

Tonight, in particular, is the fact that you used to sleep with your ex — and enjoy it.

Eugh.

“What was that face about?” Aaron, your current boyfriend, is still awake (per usual), doing something on his laptop (probably paperwork or emails, or both, knowing him).

If you’re being honest, you forgot he was even sitting there. That’s how deep your mind sucks you in.

Opening your eyes, you grimace. “Just thinking.”

Aaron raises his eyebrows worriedly. He knows how you can get, especially late at night. “About?”

“It’s stupid.”

Just like that, he closes his laptop. “I doubt that.”

“You’re sure you want to know?”

Aaron nods, sliding his laptop back into his work bag that sits on the floor by his nightstand. “What is it?”

“Alright,” you take a deep breath, biting the bullet. “I used to sleep with my ex.”

Your boyfriend, as patient as he is, is confused beyond measure because this isn’t new news. “Yes?”

“Exactly.” You prop yourself up on one elbow. “I used to have sex with them. And enjoy it. That’s disgusting.”

Aaron laughs. “I see.”

You’re still going, though. “I can’t believe I enjoyed it! That’s what’s getting me, Aaron, I liked it, and it was so bad. So bad. Who was I?”

“You were you,” he says softly, but then he smiles, all smug. “The You who hadn’t met me yet.”

“True,” you nod, a smile stretching across your lips. “I didn’t know any better.”

Sliding down next to you, Aaron says, “And now you do.”

“Now I do,” you murmur. “Now I know much better.”

“Much, huh?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mhm,” you hum, resting your hands on his bare chest. “Much, much better.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that,” he replies, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “But I hate that you still think about your ex.”

You frown, mistaking his statement for upset. “I don’t think about them like that—”

“I know, but it’s still on your mind, so I’m going to distract you.”

“Oh, really?” You grin, liking where this is going. “How are you going to do that?”

“Well, for starters, you said you used to enjoy the sex, but they never gave you head, did they?”

“No,” you say quietly, your body already beginning to feel hot all over. Aaron only knows this because on your second date, he was ready to go down on you, and you were shocked beyond words. He made you cum three times that night, and didn’t even cum once himself.

“Then that’s the first difference,” Aaron says, sitting up. “And the sole reason that I’m better than they ever were. Because I happen to love the way you taste.”

“Aaron!” you squeak. He always catches you off guard, talking like this. He’s normally so calm and collected, but he flips the switch to sexy so easily.

He only grins at you as he steps off the bed, grabbing a pillow with him. Your eyes widen, knowing exactly where this is going.

Flipping the sheets off your body, he grabs onto your ankles and pulls you toward him. “Lift your hips for me,” he whispers, sliding the pillow underneath you when you oblige him. “Good girl.”

The praise falls from his lips so gently, yet you want to grab the nearest blanket and smother yourself with it.

Since you and Aaron are pretty serious in your relationship, you had gotten in the habit of sleeping in one of his shirts and your underwear — that’s it. Meaning, there’s only one thin layer of fabric separating you from his touch, and he wastes no time taking it off.

“Perfect,” he says, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his hands rubbing your calves. “Have I told you how perfect you are?”

“Once or twice,” you murmur, tilting your head to see him. Something about the sight of him between your legs always sends your mind reeling, and you can feel yourself clench around nothing.

Aaron groans loudly. “I love it when you do that.” It nearly happens again from his words. “I could just watch you all day. Exactly like this.”

“At least touch me if you’re going to watch,” you comment, groaning loudly when he latches onto your clit, sucking gently and stroking it with his tongue. “Jesus Christ.”

Aaron hums, burying his nose further in the neat hairs on your mound. “You are…” he pauses, kissing you gently, still so close that you feel his lips on your vagina. “Divine.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he dives right back in, this time placing his hands underneath your ass to press you further into his face.

“Aaron,” you breathe, back arching. “Aaron, god, you’re—”

He pulls back slightly. “What else did they not do?” Then looks up at you, and the look alone makes you want to pass out. “Oh right, make you cum.”

“Well—”

“If you’re questioning whether or not you did, then you didn’t,” Aaron says gently, but firmly. “That’s okay, though. Not your fault. And I don’t want anyone else making you feel this way.”

“Only you,” you gasp.

“Good,” he mumbles, smiling against your clit. “Now are you going to cum for me?”

You toss your head back into the pillows. “Yes.”

“That’s my good girl.”

And that’s all it takes, before you’re a crumbling mess, shaking in his arms, your hands flying to his hair to tug harshly.

“Let it out, honey,” Aaron murmurs, not moving from between your legs, holding you hostage with his mouth.

You run your fingers through his hair, calming yourself down while he softly kisses your inner thighs.

When he gets a little too close to your pussy again, you grab his hair again, tugging harder. He doesn’t get the message, so you start scratching his shoulders.

“What?” He laughs, raising his head. “What are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to come up here and get inside of me.”

“Say no more,” Aaron comments, standing up abruptly. He kicks off his boxers, climbing over you. “Hi,” he murmurs, grinning down at you.

“Hi,” you laugh, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. You steal a kiss on his nose, making him laugh.

“Now, I believe—” He cuts himself off because you’ve moved one arm, guiding him inside of you. “Oh.”

“You talk too much,” you breathe, arching your back, pushing him in further.

“You’re the only person who tells me that,” he whispers, his voice giving out on him from the feeling that is your warmth.

“I don’t know how,” you say, locking your heels together at his lower back. “Now, please, fuck me.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he thrusts his hips forward, slamming into yours. “God.”

He buries his head in your neck, and you wrap your arms around him, pulling him close, as close as you can get him, and then some.

“Deeper,” you gasp.

“You already have me.”

“Go deeper.”

“You are insatiable.”

“I know that.”

“Smart mouth,” he mutters, pressing his hips into yours, no doubt leaving what will become bruises tomorrow on your skin. “Is this what you wanted?” He growled. “Deeper?”

“Mhm—”

“What? You can’t speak now?”

“I—”

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckles. “That’s okay, you don’t need to speak. I’ve got you.”

A broken sob leaves your lips when he begins pounding into you. He wastes no time in getting you close to the edge and throwing you over before going for a third.

“One more,” he murmurs, slowing his thrusts briefly, soothing you. “One more for me.”

“Cum in me,” you whimper, knowing it’s what will throw you over again, and knowing it’s what you need. “Please.”

“Don’t worry,” he kisses you gently. “I’ve got you. I’ve got you, sweet girl.”

All it takes for you to reach your climax this time is arching your back, and that’s all it takes for Aaron to spill inside of you.

“Stay,” you hug him tightly. “Just stay.”

“Alright,” he murmurs. You always ask, even though he knows. “I’m not moving.”

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[wilbur-rabbit]

When Everything Changes

Life Changes series fic

Summary: The case you realize that you are attracted to your Unit Chief.

Paring: Aaron Hotchner x BAU!reader

Word Count: 4513

Warning: Criminal Minds related violence, mentions of sexual assault, cursing

A/N: I am turning this into a series of one shots that are going to follow the BAU!reader through life working with the team and falling for our favorite Unit Chief! These are going to be written as stand a lone one shots that can also be read together as a complete story.

I hope you enjoy this installment of my BAU!reader series!

This one shot takes place before Coffee Break.

When Everything Changes Part 2

Life Changes Masterlist

Masterlist

I hope you enjoy! Please like and reblog!

The elevator pinged as you hit the floor of the BAU. You had just had a much-needed weekend off, the last case had been rough on everyone, but you were ready to get back to work. You loved the work you did with the BAU. After dropping off your go-bag at your desk, you headed straight for the coffee maker. As ready as you were to get back to work, you never gave yourself enough time to make your coffee at home and being late was a big no-no in Hotch’s book.

When Hotch hired you six months prior, he had made it abundantly clear that he didn’t tolerate tardiness. When you had first met your Unit Chief, you had been intimidated to say the least. With his six-foot frame, broad shoulders, and stern dark eyes, who wouldn’t be? You had realized in the months since then that even though he was stern, he also had a big heart, and he truly cared for the team he led and the victims they saved.

Once you had your coffee in hand, you started on the reports that still needed finished from the week before. You were honestly surprised Hotch hadn’t gotten on you about them yet. Since the case from last week had been a tough and the reason for the team’s weekend off, you could only assume he was being more lenient because of it.

As you are working, Morgan came over and leaned against your desk.

“Hey, Mama. How was the weekend off?” he asked you, his arms folded across his chest. There was a time when you first started in the BAU that you would have admired his flexed arms, but you had realized that no matter how physically attractive Morgan was, you just didn’t see him that way.

“It was good,” you said, leaning against your desk. You decided not to divulge how bored you got by the second day; you had a hard time relaxing. You figured it was the constant going since being in the FBI academy that caused your restlessness, but you didn’t want to dig into that at the moment. So, instead you asked, “How was yours?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he told you with a wink, which you responded with a roll of your eyes and a giggle. Morgan flirting with you had been jarring at first, but you quickly realized that was part of his personality and he didn’t mean anything by it. The sound of a throat clearing jolted you and you turned in your chair to see Hotch standing there, a file under his arm.

“We have a case,” he stated, looking between you and Morgan. His jaw ticked and something flashed in his eyes that made you squirm. “We are meeting in the conference room.” When he turned to walk away and head up the stairs in front of his office, you could see how tense his shoulders were.

“Wonder what’s up with him.” Morgan stated as you both stared after him. You wondered the same thing. A feeling in your gut told you it was more than the normal stresses of the job, but you pushed the feeling away. You were sure it was nothing.

“Probably just stressed about the case,” you responded, rising from your seat you head up the stairs.

Morgan shrugged and followed behind you.

After getting the layout of the case, the team headed out to St. Louis, Missouri where there had been three bodies found in dumpsters throughout the city. You were one of the first to get on the jet other than Rossi, who was seated on one of the couches. After putting your go-bag up, you took a seat at the table, bringing out your folder on the case. You read through the folder while the rest of the team boarded the jet. You didn’t pay them much mind, too engrossed on the details of the case. There would be another discussion on the jet, and you wanted to be prepared for it.

As you are reading through the case, someone took the seat next to you. You looked up on reflex and saw Hotch settling in. Your eyes widen and your heartbeat picks up as you straighten. You mentally scold yourself for your reaction. It was just Hotch. Sure, he had acted weird earlier, but that didn’t mean it had anything to do with you. Especially since he voluntarily sat next to you. Hotch sometimes seemed extra stressed, for one reason or another.

Once the plane took off and your palms stop sweating, the team started to dig into the victimology. The three bodies that had been found were all women that lived low risk lifestyles, which made it more difficult to pin down where they could have been taken.

“The dumpsters were clearly just the dumpsite,” Reid said. “The wounds that were inflicted on the bodies would have involved copious amounts of blood loss and that wasn’t present where their bodies were found.”

“The unsub has to have a vehicle that can haul a body and make it relatively easy to dispose of,” JJ tacked on.

After discussing more details of the case, Hotch split up everyone.

“Reid, Morgan and Prentiss, check out the crime scenes and see if anything was missed. Rossi and JJ head to the M.E to see what was found on the victims. Y/N and I will head to the police station to meet with the sheriff and start on victimology.”

At the mention of you and Hotch being paired together, your heart rate picked up again. You were usually with Morgan or Reid, which is what you were expecting on this case. Getting paired with Hotch wasn’t out of the ordinary though, especially when you first started but it hadn’t happened in a while. That had to be why your heart rate picked up. You just weren’t expecting it.

You are silent for the rest of the trip to St. Louis, opting to stare out the window then turn and talk to Hotch. You knew you were acting weird, but you didn’t want the rest of the team to pick up on whatever was going on with you. The joys of working with profilers.

Upon landing, the team split up into the groups Hotch assigned and you got into the passenger seat of the SUV he had stated was yours, knowing he would insist on driving. The start of the drive is silent, except for the radio playing softly in the background.

“Are you okay?” Hotch broke the silence, causing you to jump. You turn and look at him, only getting his profile since he was still watching the road. You see his eyes drift to you for a moment before focusing back out the windshield.

Gulping, you answered him, “Yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You’ve been quiet since we got on the jet,” he stated, matter-of-factly.

Great, you thought. I’m being obvious.

“I’m fine,” you answered, fumbling for a reason for how you had been acting. “I just didn’t get much sleep last night.” You knew the explanation was a poor one, but you honestly couldn’t think of a reason you were acting so different. You usually would voice your opinions and observations during the team discussions and when that was done you usually would talk with the rest of the team. You keeping quiet and staring out the window when the discussion was done was definitely out of the ordinary.

In the six months that you had been working under Hotch, this type of reaction had never happened to you, and you weren’t sure where it was coming from. You hadn’t done anything wrong, that you were aware of, and working one on one with him shouldn’t send your heart into overdrive. Maybe you really didn’t get enough sleep.

Hotch’s jaw tensed at your reasoning, and you knew he didn’t believe you, but he nodded anyway. The rest of the drive to the police station is silent.

At the police station, you automatically started working on victimology while Hotch spoke with the sheriff heading the case. As you are pinning up pictures of the victims, you saw Hotch, and Sheriff Rodriguez walk into the room they gave you to use. Sheriff Rodriguez is an attractive man with black hair and dark eyes, but you can’t help but notice how Hotch almost looms over him. He has at least four inches on the guy. You started thinking about how much taller he is than you and how broad his shoulders are–.

You cut off that train of thought; shaking your head and whipping back around to the board you were working on. You don’t see what is on the board in front of you despite how wide your eyes are, your mind racing. What is wrong with you and the weird thoughts about Hotch? Maybe you do need to start getting more sleep. Or laid. Shaking it off as that, you continue working on the victimology.

Soon the rest of the team meets back at the station, and you are thankful the nothing else strange happened with Hotch before they got back. As everyone is discussing what they found at the dumpsite and the M.E, you are writing up on the board what is being discussed while adding in your thoughts as they come.

So far, the team had narrowed the unsub down to being male, there was sexual assault that signified that. He didn’t have any priors; they unfortunately hadn’t had a hit when they sent in for DNA. Given that each victim had marks around their wrists and the brutality in which they were killed and sexually assaulted, it was clear the unsub was a sexual sadist. While everyone was discussing what the victims had in common to try to narrow down where they could have run into the unsub, you moved from the board and went to take a seat at the table, since adding to the board wasn’t necessary now. When you turn to your right to take a seat next to Rossi, you run right into Reid, who you hadn’t seen get up from his chair.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you murmured, not wanting to interrupt the discussion at the table. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

You looked up to Reid, and see his cheeks are tinted pink.

“N–no,” he said hastily. “It was my fault; I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you chuckle quietly. “We’ll just say it’s both of our faults,” you told him before walking around him to sit down and rejoin the discussion.

After another thirty minutes, the team had a few theories to go off of that Hotch called Garcia to investigate and everyone took a short break to refill on coffee, while JJ went to order food. Looked like dinner at the station tonight. You headed straight for the coffee machine, even though you don’t have high hopes for the quality. Prentiss was already there pouring herself a cup. You went to stand next to her and grabbed a Styrofoam cup from the stack and waited for her to finish.

“One of these days, I’m not going to run on coffee,” she said with a light laugh.

You chuckled, “Yeah, I wouldn’t hold your breath.” You grabbed the coffee pot from her when she offered it. “I’m not.” She laughed at that as she put some sugar into her cup and mixed it in.

As you added sugar to your coffee, she spoke up again, “What was that with you and Reid earlier?”

You paused for a second after putting down the sugar, not grabbing the creamer yet and looked up at her with a confused expression.

“What are you talking about?”

She leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed, and her cup held up. She gestured to the conference room, “Your moment,” she stated. When you gave her a confused look she prompted, “When you ran into each other?” Still not getting it, she continued with a playful roll of her eyes. “Everyone saw the blush on Reid’s face. Something going on there?”

You sighed before turning back to your cup to add in creamer. You should have known. Ever since you had divulged in the information that you wanted a relationship with a good guy to Prentiss, JJ, and Garcia on a girl’s night out, the three of them had been trying to set you up. This was the first time one of them had mentioned someone on the team though.

Before you can come up with an answer that explained that you didn’t see Reid that way, that you saw him like a brother, she keeps going. “Reid is a great guy. He’s handsome and crazy smart.” She said, nudging you with her shoulder. “You guys are around the same age. You should give it a shot.”

You opened your mouth to tell her that you don’t think it’s a good idea to start a workplace romance, especially with a coworker you don’t see romantically, but before you can, Hotch walked up to the coffee station next to you and grabbed a cup. Not wanting to continue the conversation about work relationships in front of the boss she gives you a look that tells you that the conversation isn’t over.

“Think about it,” she said, before walking away.

You sighed, grabbing a stirring stick before sliding down so Hotch could get to the coffee maker. As he grabs the coffee pot, you glance up at him and you are surprised to see his jaw is tensed and the lines of his face are harsh. Almost the same look he got when he told you and Morgan about the case. You bring your cup to your lips to take a sip to try and think of something to say because your boss was clearly upset by something.

As he set the pot back down on the warmer, you said, “It’s mediocre at best.”

Hotch turned towards you with his cup in hand, electing not to add any cream or sugar.

“What?” he asked, his eyebrows pulled together. Your glad to see some of the tension had melted away with the question.

“The coffee,” you answered. “It’s not the worst we’ve had, but it could be better.” You take another sip, and though you attest to your judgement to the coffee, it still warms your insides.

“Thanks for the heads up,” he replied, and to your surprise a small smile appears on his face before he turns and heads back to the conference room. You stand there for a second, almost dazed for some reason and your chest feels warmer even though you haven’t taken another drink of coffee yet. You shake off whatever had just come over you and look down at the cup in your hand.

“Maybe not mediocre after all.” You muttered, before taking another drink and following Hotch.

It took another day and unfortunately another body to turn up before the team narrowed down who the unsub was. Charles Davenport worked for the Forest Park service and every woman had a routine of going on morning runs through the hiking trails of the park. Once Garcia narrowed it down, everyone suited up in their bulletproof vests to head out to Forest Park, where he was supposed to be working an afternoon shift.

After everyone is prepared with their vests and earpieces, the team met in the lobby of the police station to go over the groups. The park was over a thousand acres and to cover that much space the team and police had to split into smaller groups. You were put into a group with Hotch, you opted to ignore your heart as it skipped a beat, and the two of you were taking part of the east side of the park. When the plan was laid out everyone headed outside to the SUV’s. You turned to head out with them talking to Prentiss, but Hotch interrupted you.

“Y/N, I need to speak with you for a moment.”

Your insides fluttered nervously, wondering what Hotch would want to speak with you about. You told Prentiss you’d meet her outside before turning back to Hotch. Standing in front of him, your thoughts drift back to when you had first started the case and you noticed how tall Hotch was. Now standing before him, you must tilt your head up to meet his eyes. Your insides fluttered again, but you aren’t sure if it’s because of nerves this time.

“What did you need to speak about?” you asked, when Hotch didn’t start right away. He looked away from your face for a second and you saw his chest rise in his vest as he took in a deep breath. He turned back to you.

“When we are out in the field, I want you to stay close to me,” he told you, his face and tone serious.

Your eyebrows pulled together, “Can I ask why?”

This time as he spoke, he kept his gaze on your face, but he didn’t meet your eyes. “You have not had to hunt down an unsub in this type of environment before, you will be surrounded by open spaces and a threat could come from any side,” he said. “Since this is new to you, I would prefer if you stayed close to me,” he sighed quietly enough you almost didn’t notice it before he pulled his eyes back to yours, “so you don’t get hurt.”

You couldn’t take your eyes away from his, for the reverent look in them pulled you in, as if you doing what he asked of you was of utmost importance to him. The look in his eyes is the only reason you didn’t fight him on it. You didn’t like being treated like you couldn’t handle yourself, but you knew that wasn’t his intention.

“Okay,” you murmured, your eyes still on his. “I will.” You must have stood there staring at each other for too long because Hotch broke whatever was happening between the two of you by looking away and clearing his throat.

“Let’s head out then,” he said, not looking at you as he walked around you to the front door. You hurried and followed him, there was a time crunch after all.

The ride to the park was short and didn’t give you enough time to truly process your conversation with Hotch, which was honestly a good thing. You headed out of the SUV once you arrived and you stayed close to Hotch’s left side, just like he asked. Your group headed east, while Morgan and Prentiss went west and Rossi, Reid, and JJ headed North. There were groups of police officers that filled in the gaps between your groups. Everyone had their guns out at their sides ready to raise them at a moments notice.

You and Hotch were silent for a while, the only sound the crunch of leaves under your feet as you both looked around, keeping your eyes and ears on anything out of the ordinary. Suddenly he took a step closer to you and leaned down slightly to murmur quietly in your ear.

“When looking for an unsub in an environment like this,” he started, “You always want to check behind you every few steps. That way you know if someone is sneaking up on you.”

You had looked up to him when he had leaned into you and had been startled by how close he was, causing your hands to sweat. His eyes were still on his surroundings as he instructed you and you would never admit that it took you a minute to process his words.

“That makes sense,” you whispered back, taking that moment to turn and look behind you, luckily seeing nothing out of place.

Hotch leaned back away from you, a comfortable distance away as you adjusted your grip on your gun, your palms sweaty. There was a slight hill in front of the you and as you and Hotch made your way over it, you heard a muffled scream. Both of you raised your guns automatically and pickd up your pace over the hill. Your first instinct was always to run but you had to know the situation first before you ran in guns blazing, that would only get you or someone on your team hurt.

Once over the hill, you spotted the unsub, Charles, and a woman dressed in work out gear. She was on her back, under him on the ground. Her arms were pinned beneath his knees as she struggled to free herself. He had one hand over her mouth, the other holding a knife to her throat. The scene made your throat constrict and your anger to flare as Hotch shouted out that the two of you are with the FBI.

Charles snapped his head towards both of you and his eyes widen in panic. He shifted, bringing the women up in front of him, using her as a shield with the knife still at her throat. Fucking coward.

“Drop the weapon, Charles,” you told him. “It’s over.”

You and Hotch hadn’t moved any closer, not wanting to trigger him.

“It’s not over until I say it is,” he said with false bravado. As hard as he was trying to hide it, you could see his panic in how his eyes shifted quickly between you and Hotch and heard it in the slight quiver in his voice.

“It is,” Hotch reiterated. “Let the woman go.”

Charles’ hand around his knife flexed and you and Hotch clocked it right away.

“Do you really want to test which is faster?” you asked him. “I’m betting on my bullet over your knife.”

He scowled but seemed to consider his options before he dropped the knife to the ground and raised his hands in the air. You and Hotch shot forward, he went for Charles while you went to comfort the victim. She was sobbing as you went to help her up, not holstering your gun until you were sure Hotch was good and the unsub didn’t have another weapon.

You called for back up while comforting the woman who was still trying to catch her breath. Hotch had started cuffing Charles, but he wouldn’t take his eyes off you.

“I wish I could have gotten to you first. You would have been exceptional,” he said.

You didn’t have time to be disgusted because Hotch shoved him to the ground and dug a knee into his back.

“Shut the hell up,” he growled, his eyes ablaze as he glared down at him. “You talk to her like that again and I will make sure you never see the light of day.”

A thrill shot through you at Hotch’s actions, his voice deep and venomous as he defended you and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. With his FBI vest and white button down accentuating his physique and tall frame. His hands as he shoves the unsub again and your mind shoots to what they would feel like on you.

Realization pours over your entire being; your already heated body grew hotter from embarrassment. I am attracted to Hotch. The weirdness that had been happening during this case. Your reactions to Hotch being close to you. Your pounding heart and sweaty palms. The feeling that went through you as he defended you. How had you not realized before?

The arrest went by in a blur as the rest of the team arrived and the unsub was taken away. The victim was treated for the scraps she had gotten in their tussle. You try and push away your thoughts of Hotch and your shock of discovering that you were attracted to him. You are standing by the ambulance as the victim got treated not wanting to leave her. Her husband had already been contacted and was on his way. As you stood there you glanced over at where Hotch was directing people. You watch as the authority seems to radiate from him.

Watching him now, you are surprised that you hadn’t noticed Hotch’s attractiveness before. His looks were one thing, he was clearly an attractive man, but when paired with his assertiveness in the field or how he handled the unsub when he insulted you. Just thinking of that warmed you. There was also his care and thoughtfulness when it came to his team and to the victims. You had seen firsthand how he had comforted victims and calmed them down during one of the worst moments of their life. He really was the full package.

You hadn’t realized you were still staring, your mind whirling, until Hotch looked up and caught you. You looked away quickly turning back to the victim to see she was almost patched up. You did, however, see him coming towards you from your peripherals. When he made it to you, you looked back up to him. You heart skipped a beat when your eyes met his and you hoped your thoughts weren’t written across your face. He tilled his head to the side, indicating he wanted to step away to have a private conversation.

Once you were a few feet from the ambulance, he asked, “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” you answered automatically. From the look on his face, you knew you had answered too quickly. You sighed, “I’m okay, really.” And you were. You knew he was referring to the interaction the two of you had with the unsub but your mind wasn’t focused on that in the slightest. It was only on him. Your sudden realization that you were attracted to Hotch wasn’t that different to how you had felt first meeting Morgan and Reid. That attraction had melted away though when you discovered you saw them more like brothers and nothing more. You were sure the same thing would happen with Hotch. It just had to run its course and you would be over it soon enough.

“If you weren’t okay,” Hotch continued. “You could talk to us about it. You know that right?”

You nodded and murmured, “I know.”

Hotch gave you a tight-lipped smile and a small nod before turning to walk away. Your hand shot out on its own accord and latched onto his hand. He paused, turning back slightly, and glancing down at your hand on his before meeting your eyes. You dropped his hand automatically, but not before noticing how warm his fingers were in yours.

“Thank you for what you did back there,” you told him. “Defending me. You didn’t have to do that, but I appreciate it none the less.” You noticed his eyes soften and warm causing your chest to feel fuzzy. You pushed the feeling away.

“Of course,” he replied. “Even with this job you should never be spoken to that way.” He gave you another small smile, just a pull of the corner of his lips really, before turning and walking away.

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"Slamming the door in my face isn't going to make me or my job go away." Aaron spat, twisting the lock tightly into place on your back door after he let himself inside.

"Oh really? It got me a few seconds of peace," You sneered, tossing your keys haphazardly onto the counter, "Away from your perpetually short temper."

"You think I have a short temper?" He laughed incredulously, and even though it was riddled with contempt, his smile was something you'd never seen before.

"I'm only here because someone has made it their mission to shoot anyone who gets close to you. Aren't you glad I'm here to keep you safe?"

"Out of the two of you," You scoffed, reaching for a glass above the sink and wincing when your newly-injured shoulder twinged, "I think I'd rather be stuck in here with the stalker. At least he seems to like me."

You reached for the glass again, the same shooting pain in your shoulder foiling your attempt. You huffed, already preparing to climb onto the counter and reach it without stretching when a hand reached over your shoulder, fingers curling around the glass you had been aiming for and taking it off of the shelf.

"I.. I like you." Aaron began, the glass's base flush with his palm, a peace offering between the two of you as his voice loses its edge, "What makes you think I don't?"

"Are you kidding me?" You wrestled down the aggression in your voice, keeping it as calm and low as his was, "You have done nothing but snap at me since the moment we met. You manhandled me into the car, you manhandled me out of the car, and you manhandled me into the house. You're acting like a prison guard, and I'm the prisoner. I haven't done anything wrong! You're supposed to be helping me, I shouldn't feel like the prisoner."

You plucked the glass from his grasp, letting the rush of water into it fill in the heavy silence left by your speech. You hadn't heard his footsteps behind you, and you started slightly when you turned around and he was much closer than he'd been before.

"I wasn't manhandling you." He started, voice soft and cautious, "I needed you to stay behind me, so that if someone shot at us, they wouldn't hit you."

"Well did you have to cut off the circulation to my arm?" You rubbed gently at the bicep of your good arm, wishing that at least one of your arms was completely pain-free.

"I'm sorry." He spoke plainly, reaching out to fit his hand around your arm where it had been before, but lighter this time. He brushed his thumb over the skin there, concerned gaze tracking your reaction to his touch.

“I snap at everyone.” He murmured, hand gently falling back to his side, “It’s not just you.”

“Well you might wanna figure that out.” You mumbled into the glass while going for another sip, not bothering to charge your statement with as much resentment as you had before, “It’s offputting.”

For the first time all evening, Aaron didn’t respond. There was no biting remark, no snarky retort, just a solemn glance towards the floor. You looked to the clock on the wall for a distraction, eyes drooping even before you’d noted that it was 11:30.

“I’m tired,” You spoke, your words tumbling messily off of your tongue and proving your statement, “I’m.. I can’t-”

Aaron finally glanced up at you, eyebrows raised in question. Your throat felt like it was closing, cheeks already heating up before you’d parted your lips to speak.

“I’m too scared to sleep alone.”

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Daddy

Pairing: Peter Parker x Hotcher!Reader

Synopsis: your dad, Aaron Hotchner, wants to meet Peter so you go to Tony’s cabin for a family dinner

For @itsemohours 💛

“Okay. Don’t freak out, but my dad wants to meet you.”

“What?” Peters eyes widened. “He does?”

“Yeah. Actually, he said he needs to meet you if we’re going to continue dating.” You said through a nervous smile.

“Oh. Wow. Okay.” Peter gulped. “Your dad wants to meet me. Your dad needs to meet me. Oh my God. The FBI is demanding to meet with me. I’m freaking out!”

“The FBI is not demanding to meet you. My dad who works for the FBI is asking to meet you.” You said as you cupped Peters face to calm him down.

“I’m freaking out, baby. I can’t do this. He has a gun!” Peter whispered harshly.

“Well it’s not like he’s gonna use it on you.”

“He might!”

“He won’t. I won’t let him.” You said as you smiled sweetly at him.

“Baby, this is a really big deal.” Peter whined. “I’ve never done anything like this before. And your dad is really scary. Like, FBI scary.”

“I know. But I’ll be by your side the entire time. Plus, he’s away all the time. This probably won’t even happen for a while.” You shrugged. Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you took it out.

“Oh god.” You gulped.

“What?”

“It’s him. He finished the case early. He wants to do dinner with you this weekend.” You said as you showed Peter the text from your dad.

“This weekend?” Peter shrieked. “You said he was away until the end of the month.”

“I guess they caught the guy early. He was escalating so his killings were getting closer together and sloppier. Happens all the time.”

“You know a disturbing amount about serial killers.” Peter said as he rubbed his eyes.

“I know. And you will too if you continue to date me.”

“That’s the goal.” Peter said as he cracked a smile. You kissed his cheek quickly before texting your dad back.

“Okay. We’re on for dinner this weekend.” You told him. “I’m scared. Are you scared?”

“Should I be?” Peter worried.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I would be.”

“What?! You’re supposed to be telling me there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know but lying isn’t good for a relationship.” You said as you cupped his face again.

“Are you worried he’s not gonna like me?” Peter asked as he wrapped his hands around your wrists.

“No.”

“Okay.” Peter sighed. “Good.”

“I’m positive he’s not gonna like you.” You added.

“What? That’s not what you’re supposed to say.” Peter whined and buried his face in your neck.

“I know but it’s true.” You chuckled and kissed the side of his head.

“Oh my God. This was a huge mistake, baby. We have to cancel.”

“You can’t cancel. He’ll hate you even more.”

“Oh no. Is he gonna hate me?” Peter gasped and picked his head up.

“Probably.” You shrugged.

“You’re not helping!” Peter exclaimed.

“Sorry! But you’re a boy that I’m dating. That automatically makes you the enemy. No matter how charming and respectful you are, he’s gonna hate you.”

“Maybe I can get him to laugh. That’ll make him like me, right? I’m funny. Sometimes. Everyone likes sometimes funny people.”

“Uh uh.” You shook your head. “He hates jokes.”

“He hates jokes? What kind of person hates jokes?”

“He does. He’s the freaking unit chief of the BAU. That means he spends all his time putting himself in the shoes of serial killers. I have never seen the man so much as chuckle.”

“Oh no.” Peter groaned. “Why couldn’t your parents be dead like mine?”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“No. You don’t have to apologize.” Peter sighed. “It’s good that I’m meeting your dad. It means we’re serious.”

He rubbed your arms up and down as he thought about what he was saying.

“We’re serious, right?” He asked insecurely.

“Of course we are.” You smiled and leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back and felt himself relax. When you pulled away, you had an idea in mind.

“Maybe it doesn’t have to be just us. What if we invite Tony and Pepper and May? It could be like a meet and greet of our respective parental figures.” You suggested. “That way, Pepper could get to know May. Tony and my dad could meet. And Morgan could play with Jack.”

“Okay. Yeah. We could do that.” Peter smiled in relief as he listened to your idea.

“Don’t worry, Peter. Once my dad sees how much we love each other, he’ll warm up to you.” You said as you tilted Peters chin up.

“Do you really think so?”

“I know so. Because personally, I find you irresistible.” You smiled and leaned in to rub your nose against his. Peter relaxed and little and leaned in to kiss you again.

When the weekend came, Peter nervously got ready in his room as he waited for your family to arrive. After changing his outfit three times, he anxiously paced in the living room until he heard a knock at the door.

“They’re here.” Peter gulped. “Be cool, May. Please don’t embarrass me.”

“Your fly is down.” May told him. Peter looked down and screamed before zipping his pants up. He smoothed his outfit down and quickly answered the door.

“Hi! Come on in.” Peter said through a smile so big, it hurt his face.

“Is everyone okay? We heard screaming.” Your dad said as the three of you stepped into Peters apartment. Peter looked your dad up and down and gulped. He was in a suit, like he always was, looking as stern as ever.

“Everything’s fine.” May smiled as Peter turned bright red. You turned your face and bit back a smile at how nervous Peter was.

“You must be May. I’m Aaron.” Your dad said as he smiled politely and held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Aaron.” May returned the smile and shook his hand.

“Peter!” Your little brother, Jack, let go of your hand and rushed towards Peter.

Peter bent down and did his handshake with Jack, making Aaron crack the slightest smile. You all heard a timer off and May clapped her hands.

“Op. Those are my cookies. I’ll be right back.” May smiled and left the room.

“Cookies?” Jack asked.

“Double chocolate chip.” Peter smirked at winked at him. You left your dads side and stood next to Peter with a nervous smile.

“Dad, this is Peter.” You said as you pushed Peter forward.

“Mr. Hotcher. It’s a pleasure to meet you sir. I’m Peter.” Peter said as he kept his hands behind his back.

“What, no hand shake?” Aaron gave Peter a strange look.

“I thought you hated hand shakes because of the germs.” Peter said as he looked at you for help.

“No, baby. That’s Spencer.” You said softly as you patted Peters back.

“Oh. You’ve mistaken me for Reid.” Aaron chuckled dryly.

“Is that a bad thing?” Peter asked in fear.

“It’s certainly not a good thing.” You mumbled.

“Sorry, Mr. Hotchner, sir. Y/n just talks about everyone in the BAU so much that I must’ve mixed up some of the facts she’s told me. Seriously, she talks so much.” Peter forced a laugh as he tried to redeem himself.

“Well I’m glad you think my daughter talks too much. Will you excuse me for a moment?” Aaron smiled sarcastically and left the apartment to take a phone call.

“That went so bad!” Peter whispered harshly once your dad was out of the room.

“Yeah, that was awful.” You agreed.

“You’re so bad at comforting people!” Peter exclaimed.

“It’s not my fault! My dad is a freaking profiler for the FBI. He would never comfort me when I was sad. He would just analyze my micro expressions and tell me why I’m feeling the way I’m feeling.”

“I’m freaking out, baby. I can’t get through this dinner. I’ve already ruined my chances with him.” Peter said as he began to panic.

“You need to relax. He can smell fear.” You whispered as you cupped Peters face in your hands.

“Oh God. He’s coming back.” Peter gulped. Your dad came back into the room and smiled apologetically.

“Sorry about that. Prentiss had a question for me.” Aaron explained as he put his phone away.

“That’s all right. Can I get you anything to drink, Mr. Hotchner?” Peter asked.

“I’m all right, thanks.”

“Okay. What about you Jack?” Peter bent down to ask your brother.

“No thank you.” Jack said to be polite.

“Are you sure? I have juice boxes.” Peter said with a pointed look.

“You do?” Jack lit up.

“Yeah. I’ll grab you one.”

“He likes-“ Aaron began.

“Apple juice. I know. I keep a couple here for when he comes over.” Peter smiled as he left to go to the kitchen.

“Dad.” You whispered harshly once Peter was gone.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Aaron asked innocently.

“You promised you’d be nice.” You reminded him.

“I am being nice. This is me being nice.” Aaron insisted.

“You’re making him nervous.” You whined.

“I know. I can tell. Actually, his body language suggests that he’s terrified.“

“Can you stop being a profiler for two seconds and be a normal father? Please?”

“It’s highly unlikely.”

“Oh my God.” You groaned.

“He’s a little short for you, no?” Aaron shrugged.

“Dad.” Your eyes widened.

“And very fidgety. I don’t like it.”

“Well I do. So be nice.” You whispered as Peter came back into the room.

“Here you go buddy.” Peter said as he handed Jack a juice box.

“Thank you.” Jack smiled in excitement as Peter opened the straw and put it in the juice box. May came back into the room as well with a plate of cookies wrapped up.

“Shall we go?” You asked the room.

“Yes. Let’s go.” Your dad nodded. You all left Peters apartment and went to your car. Aaron noticed the way Peter opened the car door for you and made sure to buckle Jack in before buckling his own seatbelt. As much as he was determined not to like Peter, Peter was making it difficult.

You kept light conversation in the car as you drove out to Tony’s cabin. Peter was relieved that May and Aaron did most of the talking on the car ride there. As much as Peter wanted your dad to like him, he needed a little break.

“Is this a horrible idea?” Peter whispered to you as you all stood outside Tony’s cabin door.

“Honestly, probably.” You nodded. Peter let out a nervous sigh before knocking on the door. Tony opened it soon enough with a wide smile.

“My darling Y/n and my prodigal son. Thank you for joining me. Do come in.” Tony said as he stepped away from the door. You all walked in and Tony shut the door behind you. Peter hugged him hello, then you did the same.

“Hi, Mr. Stark. Thanks for having us.” You said as you pulled out of the hug.

“My pleasure.” He smiled as you before turning to May.

“May. You’re looking as yummy as ever.” Tony said as he brought Mays hand up to kiss the back of it.

“I do my best.” May shrugged confidently.

“And you must be Y/n’s father.” Tony’s tone shifted a little when he turned to your dad.

“Aaron. Hotchner.” Your dad said he held out his hand.

“Tony. Stark.” Tony shook his hand firmly. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”

“I could say the say. I believe my unit and I were asked to investigate you back in 2013.” Aaron replied, still shaking Tony’s hand.

“All of my acts of eco terrorism were completely incidental.” Tony shrugged, never dropping your dads hand.

“I’m sure they were.” Arson smiled dryly.

“You guys have been shaking hands for a long time.” You spoke up. The men gave each other a look and dropped each other’s hands.

“So I hear you’re in the FBI?” Tony smiled tightly.

“I am. Acting unit chief of the BAU.”

“The what?”

“The behavioral analysis unit.” Your dad replied.

“Interesting. And have you analyzed me?” Tony wondered as you folded your arms.

“Well judging from the size of your property, the tightness of your jeans, and the slight heel on your boots, I say you’re a white classic male in his mid to late 50s who’s a text book narcissist with a hint of a Napoleon complex.”

“Dad.” You said angrily.

“No, no. Don’t worry, my darling.” Tony assured you. “I love when people talk about me. It doesn’t really matter what they say as long as I’m the subject. What did you say that makes me? A narcissist?”

“Precisely. Though it’s not just your behavior that leads me to that conclusion. The giant building with your name on the side that we passed on the way here helped.” Aaron replied, making you cover your face in embarrassment. Pepper came into the room just then and immediately went to May.

“You’re here! I’ve missed you.” Pepper smiled as she hugged May tightly.

“I’ve missed you too.” May sighed. “We need to do this more.”

“I agree.” Pepper said as she went over to you and Peter. She hugged you both hello before looking at Tony.

“What’s wrong with you two?” Pepper wondered as she gestured between Aaron and Tony.

“They’re men. They’re weird.” May shrugged.

“Excuse me. Hi, I’m Aaron.” Your dad dropped his icy attitude and shook Peppers hand.

“Pepper.” Pepper smiled warmly.

“What? No analysis?” Tony wondered.

“I haven’t figured her out yet.” Aaron said, making Pepper smile proudly. Jack, who had been busy hiding behind your leg, noticed Morgan playing in the living room. They made eye contact and Morgan waved for him to come over.

“Jack. Do you want to go play?” You asked as you bent down to your brother. Jack stayed silent as he shook his head.

“He’s a little shy.” Aaron explained, not wanting Morgan to feel disappointed.

“I got it.” Peter said as he bent down as well.

“Jack, why don’t you tell Morgan about the Lego Death Star we built? Go tell her how many pieces.” Peter suggested. Jack nodded and ran over to where Morgan was.

“I’m Jack.” Jack said quietly.

“I’m Morgan. Do you want to see my room?” Morgan asked.

“Okay.” Jack nodded and they left together. Tony and Aaron felt the tension between them begin to melt now that their kids were playing together.

“She’s cute. How old is she?” Aaron asked.

“6. And already the head of the household.” Tony answered. “What about your boy?”

“7.” Aaron replied.

“Ah. Anything I need to know about 7 year olds before I have one of my own in two months?” Tony wondered.

“Well he’s currently in a phase where he eats chapstick when we’re not looking. Unlike last week where he refused to eat anything that wasn’t orange.”

“Yeah.” Tony sighed happily. “Morgan has recently decided she hates her name and will only respond to “Miss Sprinkles”. She also fully believes she is a horse and makes us feed her.”

“Because of the hooves?” Aaron smiled.

“Because of the hooves.” Pepper confirmed.

“Jack had a phase like that.” Aaron chuckled. “He changed his name to Spot for about a year and would only speak in barks.”

“Ah yes. The Spot year. That was a good one.” You smiled at the memory.

“Who’s hungry?” Pepper asked the room.

“I am. This way to the dining room, ladies and gentlemen.” Tony said as he nodded towards the dining room. You and Peter exchanged a relieved look as you walked to the dining room together. Your dad saw the way Peter pulled your chair out for you and smiled a little to himself. You and Peter got up to help Pepper serve everyone as Tony disappeared into the kitchen. When he came back, he placed an orange on Jacks plate, making Jack light up in excitement. Aaron looked at Tony curiously and Tony just shrugged.

“You said he liked orange, so.” Tony said sheepishly.

“I did say that.” Aaron smiled. “Jack, what do you say?”

“Thank you, Mr. Stark.” Jack said through a shy smile.

“Don’t mention it, buddy. You know, your dad said that if you eat all your vegetables, you can wear my iron mask after dinner.”

“Did I say that?” Aaron tilted his head.

“I definitely heard you say that.” You chimed in.

“So did I.” Peter added.

“Fine.” Aaron agreed. “But only if you eat all your vegetables, Jack.”

“Wanna see who can finish them first?” Morgan asked. Jack eagerly nodded and they began to race to finish the broccoli on their plates.

May and Pepper took on the task of breaking the ice and soon enough, everyone was laughing and having a good time. You had never seen your dad smile so many times in one evening and you took that as a good sign. You reached over and squeezed Peters hand to let him know you appreciated the effort he was making. After dinner, Jack grabbed his orange and brought it over to Peter.

“Can you open this, please?” Jack asked.

“Yeah, dude. Here you go.” Peter handed him the orange back after beginning to peel it.

“Thanks Peter.” Jack smiled before running off to play with Morgan. Tony was showing Jack and Morgan the iron suit while you, May, and Pepper were getting dessert ready, leaving Peter alone at the table with your dad. Peter heard Aaron chuckle a little and tensed up.

“What?”

“I’m sitting right here and my son just asked you to open his orange.” Aaron said with a sad smile.

“Oh. I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it.” Peter tried to assure him.

“Probably not. But it says a little something about how often I’m away.” Aaron sighed. “He needed help and his first instinct wasn’t to come to me because I’m not normally there. But you are. So now when he needs help, he goes to you.”

“I’m sorry.” Peter said quietly. He didn’t know what else to say to help the situation and worried that he just permanently screwed things up with your dad.

“Don’t be. It’s a good thing that he feels comfortable with you. He doesn’t like a lot of people.” Aaron said as he looked at Peter.

“It’s probably just because I’m over so often. I get to see him all the time.”

“Yeah. I wish I could say the same.” Aaron smiled sadly and looked away.

“Sir, what you do is incredible.” Peter began. “I’m sure you wish you could be home more often, but you’re gone because you’re out there making the world a safer place. Jack will understand that when he’s older. I know Y/n does.”

“I hope so. I just worry he’ll grow up and feel like he doesn’t know me. I think he’s already starting to resent me.”

“With all due respect sir, you couldn’t be more wrong. Jack adores you. You know what his favorite game to play together is?“

“What?”

“He calls it “working the case”. Basically, we play as FBI agents and solve cringed. It’s his favorite thing to do. He made me and Y/n matching badges and everything. And you know what character he always wants to be?”

“What’s that?” Aaron smiled, happy to know Jack still played the game the two of them made up.

“Unit chief.” Peter answered. “He says that’s the most important person in the FBI.”

“It’s not.” Aaron chuckled.

“To him it is.” Peter shrugged. “You’re his hero.”

“You know, you’re a good kid, Peter. I was wrong about you.” Aaron said as he smiled fondly at Peter.

“How did you feel about me before?” Peter wondered.

“I didn’t like you.” Aaron admitted. “But that’s just because you’re dating my daughter. That automatically makes you the enemy.”

“Y/n said you would say that.” Peter chuckled.

“I bet she did.” Aaron smiled. “I hope you know my feelings weren’t personal, Peter. Ever since I adopted Y/n, all I wanted to do was protect her. It’s hard to do that when I’m gone so often. But seeing the two of you together just reminds me that….”

“That I protect her?” Peter asked when Aaron trailed off.

“No. It reminds me that she doesn’t need protection. Do you seriously think my daughter needs you to protect her?” Aaron asked sternly, making all the color drain from Peters face. Before Peter could explain himself, Aaron cracked a smile to reveal that he was joking.

“That was entrapment.” Peter playfully whined.

“Yeah.” Aaron chuckled. “That’s what the kids call it these days”.

Peter could hardly believe your dad who allegedly hated jokes had made a surprisingly funny joke. He hoped it meant he had charmed your dad enough for him to let his guard down.

“Excuse me. My technical analyst, Garcia, wants to know how dinner went. I’ll tell her it went well.” Aaron said as he pulled out his buzzing phone.

“That’s nice of her.” Peter smiled. “What did she say?”

“Yass mama kiki vagina slay the house down boots sissy that walk.” Aaron read the text out loud with a blank expression.

“Oh.”

“I’m not sure I know what that means.” Aaron said quietly and put his phone down.

“I think she’s just relieved it went well.”

“That makes two of us. I was actually quite nervous for this dinner.” Aaron admitted.

“You were nervous? I thought you were gonna shoot me.”

“Don’t be silly. I never come to dinner armed.” Aaron waved his hand.

“I don’t believe you.” Peter said as he narrowed his eyes at your dad.

“You shouldn’t.” He smiled a little and pulled open his blazer to reveal a gun strapped to his hip. They both laughed and shared a fond smile with each other. Peter felt he had successfully gotten on your dads good side, and Aaron felt the same.

“Desserts ready.” You said as you came back into the room with the plate of cookies that May had made. You noticed your dads blazer was opened a little and saw his gun.

“Dad, you didn’t pull your gun on Peter, did you?” You asked. “You promised you wouldn’t.”

“Relax.” Aaron assured you. “I like Peter. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him.”

“Really? You like Peter?” You asked hopefully as you sat down beside your dad.

“You didn’t let me finish. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt him unless he gave me a reason to.” Aaron said as he pulled his blazer back to reveal his gun again. Peter couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but when you laughed and rolled your eyes, he felt himself relax.

“So we can continue dating?” You asked with a hopeful smile. You reached across the table for Peters hand and the both of you looked at your dad for an answer.

“You’re the smartest girl I know. You don’t need me to make your decisions for you. That being said, I can sleep easy tonight knowing you have good taste in the company you keep.” Aaron smiled as his eyes flickered to Peter. Peter sighed in relief as you threw your arms around your dad.

“Yay!” You cheered. “Thank you, daddy.”

“Daddy?” Peter snorted. “I thought I was the only one you called that.

“What was that, young man?” Aaron asked sternly, all playfulness in his voice long gone. You gave Peter a shocked look as his face burned bright red.

“Um, dessert anyone?” He smiled weakly.

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[midnightreid]

Cock Warming | Aaron Hotchner

Summary: When Aaron screws up while away on a case, you don't take it lightly. So when he comes home, he knows it's time to be punished any way you see fit. GENDER-NEUTRAL READER!

Warnings: SMUT, 18 + ONLY, Sub!Hotch, bottom! Hotch, slightly bratty Hotch, cock warming, unprotected sex, dom! reader, pet names, teasing, mention of Aaron getting injured on a case, aftercare, gender-neutral pronouns.

Word Count: 2.4k

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“Sit,” was the first word that came from your mouth when Aaron stepped through the front door. He’s not shocked by your behaviour; he knew that he was in for it tonight after Spencer told you that Hotch had once again taken a bullet in his vest.

But he did expect some love and affection before you started whatever you had planned for the night.

“Not even a hello? How was your case?” He’s teasing, biding his time to put his bag down and take off his suit jacket. Except you don’t reply, just roll your eyes, and walk towards him.

“You know, I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t take any more careless risks, Aaron.” Your voice is soft, but Aaron knows this isn’t a time to make a joke. He scared you, once again, unnecessarily too, and he was going to make it up for you. “I thought we agreed to try and come home unscathed.” Aaron lets out a sigh and lowers his head, knowing you were right, and no apology is going to make you feel better. Yet he still tried.

“I’m sorry, I know I promised you, I just…couldn’t help myself I guess.” You tut, hands on your hips as you look your man over. You’re not really angry, more frustrated and disappointed in the unit chief.

“Remember that deal you made? That once you came back from the case, I could have my way with you?” He lifts his gaze then, hope shining in his eyes at the idea of still being able to touch you and kiss you. “Well, Hotchner, I’m cashing in that deal right now, so you better strip and go sit down on that desk chair. And don’t you dare argue with me tonight, otherwise, you’ll get nothing from me.”

Aaron doesn’t hesitate to nod then, understanding that right now you meant business. He starts by untying his tie and undoing his shirt, leaving his chest bare for you to look over. For a moment you want to reach out and touch, brush your fingers over the numerous scars that cover his bare torso, but you hold yourself back and watch as he discards his gun and holster, shoes, socks, belt, pants, and finally his briefs.

His cock is already semi-hard, slapping up against his stomach, with goosebumps covering his body and his cheeks pink. He looks like the epitome of the needy man he is, wanting you and needing you.

“Can I ask…what you have planned?” His voice comes out shaky, already nervous, and excited at the same time and you think it’s endearing.

“I did think that maybe I should tie you up and ride you until you’re overstimulated and begging to come, and then I thought maybe I should make you jerk off for me and you’re not allowed to touch me the whole night.” Aaron lets out a soft whine at that, sitting on the wooden desk chair and gaze still focused on you. “But then I remembered that because I was so worried about you, I never finished the paperwork I had to get done today. And I think, making you sit here, with me on your lap and you unable to touch me, might be the best punishment of all.” Aaron gulps then, closing his eyes for a second as he breathes deep.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He watches you then with interest in his eyes as you take his red Gucci tie off the couch where he left it, wrapping and unwrapping it around your hands. You check in then, staring him down.

“Are you okay with all this? You know you can safeword out if needed, Aaron.” He nods, understanding the strict agreement the two of you have.

“I’m sure, sweetheart. Do whatever you want to me.” You nod, and gesture for him to wrap his hands around the back of the chair so you can tie his wrists together with the tie. You strip then, letting your clothes fall to the ground and he takes in the sight of your naked body, so perfect and soft and beautiful to him.

He groaned when he saw your sweet spot then, already glistening in the low light of the room. You will admit, you did spend some time with your vibrator in bed before Aaron arrived home to ready yourself for tonight. And you can tell that Aaron was hooked then, staring at you with pleading eyes.

“Aw, baby boy, do you want to touch me? Feel how wet I am?” He’s nodding his head vigorously then, and as you run your hand through his soft hair, you only smile, tugging on it suddenly. It makes him keen, and he lets his head fall to your shoulder when you straddle his thighs, your back to his chest.

You let him enter you slowly, your heat enveloping him tightly and it makes him groan, huffing out a breath against the back of your neck.

“Fuck…darling, god you’re so tight.” He’s trying so hard to keep his hips on the chair, to not move even though his body is begging for some type of friction, and you can hear the chair creak slightly as he moves around.

“Here’s the deal, baby boy, if you can sit like this without moving and let me finish the rest of my paperwork without me having to reprimand you, I’ll let you come in me. And if you can’t…well I’ll just leave you here and get myself off.” You turn and face the desk then, picking up your pen and moving your papers closer to you.

Aaron is already so needy, his hands moving against the tie that holds them, and his mouth letting out soft puffs of air to try and keep himself contained. You know he’s trying hard to be a good boy, to earn his prize and to make you proud, and you can’t help but smile as you fill in the forms.

The room is quiet for a good fifteen minutes, and you’re nearly done by then. But then Aaron’s concentration breaks, and suddenly his hips are bucking up into you. He freezes, knowing he majorly fucked up, and he holds his breath when you let your pen fall to the desk.

You sigh, the sound laced with disappointment, and all Aaron can do is whine out a pitiful “I’m sorry,” when you turn slightly to look at him.

“Oh, baby boy, what am I going to do with you?” You’ve already finished your paperwork, but you don’t tell Aaron that as he lowers his head shamefully. “Why do you have to be such a brat, Aaron? Why can’t you be my good boy?” You’ve readjusted yourself to face him, taking his cock back in and once again making him moan. Your hand is in his hair this time tugging at it in a way you know he adores, and when you lean in to latch your lips to his chest, he smiles such a precious smile that it makes your body tingle.

“Please, I’m trying so hard, darling, I am.” He’s pleading then, but you just shake your head and tut. His eyes are wide and skin pink, and at this moment in an effort to give you some sort of friction, he tries to move his hips again. And that’s the last straw for you.

“Uh uh uh. Raise your hips again, and I won’t have a problem with tying them to the chair. You hear me, slut?” His eyes widen at the term, but you can tell he likes it when his tongue pokes out slightly to wet his lips. He nods his head in understanding, whimpering out a small “yes,” and that’s when you decide to take back your power. “Now come on, baby boy, give me a kiss.”

The first kiss of the night starts gentle, letting Aaron get used to the sensation of having your lips on his, on your bodies being so close. But quickly, you up the pace, letting the tip of your tongue trace his lips and soon you’re stealing every one of his moans, turning him into a whimpering mess. But he’s not complaining, because he loves kisses like this, when you have all the power and he’s just in your embrace, totally vulnerable and wanting.

Your hand has wandered down to your sweet spot then, fingers tracing over the bit of Aaron’s large cock that’s not fully sheathed in you, and when your fingertips touch his skin, he gasps into your mouth, pulling away. You have a wicked grin plastered on your face then, watching him closely as his eyes shut tight in pleasure. And after stroking him a couple more times, you slam back down onto him, moan loudly in his ear as he fills you.

“FUCK, oh, fucking hell, please, darling!” He’s pleading now, so close to cumming that his hands are clenched together and he’s gritting his teeth.

“Oh, are you close baby? You can’t hold on much longer? Poor baby, poor baby boy.” You don’t give him permission to let go, and as you nibble marks into his skin above his heart and against his collarbone, he’s shaking, body so tense.

You’re feeling so blissfully pleasured, body wracked with waves of heat as you bounce on his cock, and then suddenly, as he lets out another desperate moan, you’re cumming over Aaron’s cock.

Breathing hard, your head falls to the crook of his neck, eyes shutting for a moment as the aftershocks rack through your body. Aaron’s muttering sweet words into your ear that you can’t hear right now, but he shifts to press kisses to your hairline.

After a while of coming down from your orgasm, you reach behind Aaron and untie his wrists, smoothing your hands over the small bruises that had formed.

“You know, I never doubted that you could be a good boy for me, sweetheart. Do you want your prize now?” Aaron can’t stop looking at you, gaze drifting between your face and where the two of you are connected, and after a rough nod, you smile sweetly. “Then now’s your chance, big boy, do whatever you want to me.”

It’s like something inside Aaron flips a switch then, because suddenly he’s standing up and roughly lying you against the desk and thrusting into you with no hesitancy. It’s wild and desperate and oh so needy, and he’s making the desk rattle against the wall, and you moan out in complete ecstasy.

He’s pounding into you, his hands on your hips and the rest of his body towering over you. It’s probably the hottest thing you’ve seen in ages, and with the way he’s snapping his hips and moaning loudly, you knew he wouldn’t last long. But soon a second orgasm is racing towards its peak, and after pulling him down to kiss you, you can’t help but tease him again.

“Is that all you’ve got, baby boy? C’mon, I know you can do better than that.” Something flashes in his eyes then, and then he’s pushing his hips so hard that you’re sliding against the smooth wooden desk, eyes rolling to the back of your skull in pleasure.

He hits your sweet spot right then, and with a shriek, you’re coming all over him again with him following behind soon. His face twists in relief, his head falling to rest on your chest as he struggles to hold himself up, and your body wracks from the aftershocks.

Neither of you speaks for a little bit, Aaron pulling out gently and eyes growing wide again as he sees your combined mess spill onto the hardwood floor below, but you just smile, knowing the night was exactly what you envisioned.

“Hey, Aaron, baby look at me.” You place a hand on his cheek, finger smoothing over his jawbone softly, and he looks at you with all the adoration in the world. “You okay? That wasn’t too much for you?”

“I’m good, I’m very, good, sweetheart. Was that too much for you? I think I nearly broke the desk.” You laugh at his remark, sitting up slightly to rest against him, letting one of his hands card through your hair.

“That was perfect, Aaron, just what we both needed.” He smiles then, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. And even though his legs are shaky, he still takes you in his arms to carry you to the bathroom so the both of you can bathe and check over each other. The mess can be cleaned up tomorrow.

You’re in the bath together when he brings it up, when you’re sure he hasn’t dropped too far into subspace and has more clarity now. It catches you off guard when he starts speaking, because you thought he’d nearly fallen asleep resting against you in the warm water.

“I really am sorry about scaring you. I didn’t mean to, and I know what I did was foolish and reckless.” Aaron’s looking at you with those big brown eyes that you love so much, and you can’t help but melt.

“Sweetheart, I know you didn’t mean to, and I’m sorry I got frustrated. It’s just…I love you so much, and to imagine losing you because you did something reckless would break my heart.” He nods in response to your words and doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms tighter around you, giving him that sense of comfort and safety, he’s always longing for. “Now, Spencer told me that the team have got the rest of the week off, so I propose we spend this week relaxing, and maybe even take a trip up to the cabin near the lakes, does that sound good?”

“Sounds perfect, darling. Can we go to bed now?” He’s already so droopy in your arms, relaxed and so perfect. And it makes you laugh when he tries to persuade you with kisses up your neck and jaw.

“Soon, baby, but first, we both need some food. And I think Thai is in order tonight.”

Aaron knows you love him, that you’re going to reward him for being the best he can be and punish him when he knowingly screws up. But he also knows that he wants everything you can give him and more, wants to spend every waking hour with you and share lazy kisses in a bath before sharing a bed with Thai food. Tonight might have been a lot, but he knows he doesn’t ever want anything different, and he’s grateful for you, and for everything you do to him, for him.

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❛ my type! ❜ … aaron hotchner

this is kinda long <3

aaron knows that he should be focusing on the paperwork that was sprawled all over his desk, but he just can't. not when he knows that someone is trying to flirt with you — trying to ask you out for the past ten minutes. they were relentless but so are you. softly declining the agent and sending them a polite smile while still trying to focus back on your work.

damn, should've gone to lunch with the others. you thought. but of course you being the love sick fool you are, stayed back and asked your friends to pack you a sandwich that you will eat later. all because your boss (who you might have a crush on) didn't go out for lunch either.

“why won't you go out with me?” this person was not giving up and it's starting to frustrate you.

“i told you i'm not interested.” you shrugged, “you're just not my type.”

“what is your type then?”

aaron.

the agent smirked at the revelation which went unnoticed by you because your eyes were downcast to your table.

“oh? lemme guess your type then.”

“oh? lemme guess your type then.”

you lift your head up and look at them, raising your eyebrows in a challenging manner. “do your best.”

“tall.”

you nodded in confirmation but weren't shocked. it was common.

“dark hair. oh! and dimples. ”

you slight narrow your eyes at the smirking person in front of you but nodded nevertheless at the correct guess.

“broad. big. the one that could just toss you around.”

you slightly widen your eyes but didn't let the shock show. “this is a very inappropriate talk at a work place.” you nervously laughed.

they caught onto your nervousness and that only make them grin bigger. “okay last one and then i'll leave you alone.”

“shoot.”

but before they could say anything a deep voice interrupted you both.

“agents.”

shit.

you both turn around and look at the scowling aaron hotchner in front of you. his eyebrows were pulled into a frown and his lips were pressed in a thin line.

you tried to calm your nerves as the agent in front of you also shifted uncomfortably at his gaze, “yeah, hotch?”

he only glanced at you before pinning the person beside you with his glare. “i would appreciate if you leave my agent alone. there's still a lot of work to do i'm sure you have some yourself.” he spoke strenly. the power radiating off of him is what makes you attracted to him in the first place.

“yes, yes, of course sir. i'm so sorry.” they stuttered before turning to you, “so sorry for bothering you Y/L/N.”

“it's fine.” you softly chuckled.

aaron narrowed his eyes at you at the dismissal. it's fine?

when the agent left the two of you, an awkward silence fell into place. you're trying to not look at your boss who's cologne is filling your senses that it makes you dizzy.

“Y/L/N.” his soft voice made you look up at him in a heartbeat. a furrow in between your eyebrows formed.

“yes, hotch?”

he didn't know what came over him, or what happened to make him have the guts. “we still have time before lunch ends, do you want to have lunch together?”

your shocked feeling must've shown in your face cause hotch immediately double back.

“it's fine if you don't want to, i don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything—”

“yes.”

“yes?”

“yes i would love to have lunch with you aaron hotchner.”

aaron is trying so hard to not let the biggest grin form on his face. instead he sends you a little smile that makes your stomach all weird, “alright let's go.”

you quickly nodded your head and clean up your desk before walking beside him.

“i know this great place that has delicious sandwiches.”

you immediately beamed at him, “really?” but you coughed when you realised you were being a little too loud. “really?” you said in a much quieter tone.

hotch wore a little smirk on his face before giving you the look. that look that makes you want to pull him in and kiss him senseless but you ignored it.

the elevator door dinged opened, revealing your friends and they all look at you both in confusion.

“where are you guys going?” emily cheekily asked.

“lunch.” hotch answered. not bothering to offer them an explanation as he moved inside of the elevator guiding you with him with his hand on the small of your back.

a shiver traveled through your body and you had to stop yourself from visibly shuddering. “it's not gonna be long.”

“yeah, okay.” derek mumbled, looking at his boss before sending you a wink. “don't have too much fun tho.”

“morgan!” you gasped before the elevator dinged closed.

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[just-a-torn-up-masterpiece]

Office Hours

Pairing - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Summary - There's no case at the BAU and your girlfriend, BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, has a couple of ideas to occupy you... Chief Emily is so hot and I am a whore so have this smut

18+ :Smut; office sex, mommy kink, little bit of degradation, strap on (r!receiving), spit kink, tiny bit of choking

Word Count - 2393

You failed to stifle a yawn as you sat at your desk, pen scribbling over files and fingers tapping at the computer keyboard to complete any red tape and loose ends for the latest cases. The hum of quiet chatter and the occasional ringing of phones and shuffling of papers filled the room and you were so bored.

You mindlessly spun your chair side to side, twirling your pen between your fingers as you drained your third coffee of the hour. You were well on your way to convincing Emily to invest in a fancy coffee machine for the office so popped a few mints into your mouth to combat the aftertaste; you were sure she'd cave soon.

"God, all of your yawning is making me tired." Tara spoke from the desk across from you, balling some paper in her hand before launching it towards you. JJ giggled as it hit you in the centre of the forehead before dropping onto your desk.

"Ouch." You gasped, feigning pain as you mockingly held your head.

"Shut up." She laughed this time throwing a pen in your direction which you dodged. "Hey Prentiss, Y/N's fallin' asleep on the job." She teased, catching Emily's attention as she walked past towards her office.

"Oh dear, not enough coffee?" She smiled, smirking slightly as she caught your eyes roll over her figure, white button up shirt beneath a blazer, black trousers resting on chunky black boots. The two of you had been together for almost a year but had kept it secret for obvious reasons - she is your boss after all.

"Maybe if you'd buy that machine I told you about." You sighed with a faux pout, making the other women laugh.

"We could only dream." JJ sighed making Emily shrug slightly with a smile as she continued up to her office. It was hard to keep your eyes from her ass as she purposefully added a sway to her hips, throwing a smirk over her shoulder as she walked into the room and caught you watching.

The conversation between JJ and Tara became background noise as you watched her take her blazer off slowly through the window looking directly at you as she did so, undoing the top couple of buttons of her shirt as she approached the window, smirking as she closed the blinds.

You sighed at her teasing with a shake of your head, directing your attention back to the files. A few long minutes passed, the ticking of the clock seeming louder than usual as you failed to focus on the boring paperwork.

"Y/N?" Emily spoke, standing with her sleeves rolled up, leaning against the doorframe. "Could you come here a sec? There's a couple of files I want you to look over."

"Sure." You smiled heading to her.

She shut the door behind you both making you realise that files weren't on her mind right now, not that you were overly surprised based on the mini strip tease she'd given earlier.

The office held her scent, light and floral along with the remnants of the coffee she'd been drinking; mahogany desk organised with a stack of files and pen pots, the joke pen with pink feathers and a heart on a spring poking out of the top. You'd bought it for her a few months ago after telling her how plain her desk is, her giggle as she'd seen it was adorable, you'd made sure to memorise the sound.

"You wanted some help, Chief?" You smirked, knowing the words would cause the blush that formed on her cheeks at the title, her posture straightening in her desk chair.

"Apparently somebody was bored and there's no case today so I thought I could provide a little...entertainment." She spoke in a faux innocence, voice dripping with innuendo and seduction.

"Is that so?"

"Mhm. Come here." She instructed, tapping the desk. You obeyed her request, of course, perching on the space of her desk in front of her before tugging her forward by her collar. She stood up quickly to close the space between you, stumbling slightly, the force pushing her chair backwards and knocking a couple of sheets of paper onto the ground - the sequence of events made you both laugh, smiling into the kiss.

The sound didn't go unheard in the bullpen, however, JJ and Tara sharing a confused look as to why you'd be laughing over files.

Her lips moved against yours in fervour, dancing across your jaw softly, her hands pressed either side of you on the desk and yours getting lost in her hair holding her against you as her teeth grazed your skin.

"I feel like we're breaking so many rules right now." You uttered, voice just above a whisper.

"I make the fuckin' rules, baby." She husked, breath hot against the shell of your ear, the tone shooting warmth straight through you. You pulled her lips back to yours, revelling in the way her tongue slipped into your mouth, a sigh falling from your mouth to hers as she held onto your waist. Her chest pressed against yours as she stood between your legs.

Your fingers popped open the next few buttons of her shirt, the soft skin of her chest on show, breasts spilling out of the top of the lacey red material of her bra. You kissed down the front of her neck, down to her chest, teeth gently biting the flesh of her breasts as she guided your head on where to go.

She leant back down to press a few kisses to your lips, pulling back to look at you with darkened, lustful eyes.

"You want me to fuck you on this desk?" She asked, lips ghosting over yours at her proximity. You could only swallow thickly at her question, cheeks heating under her hungry gaze. "Answer me, love."

"Y-yes." You nodded, heartbeat increasing by the second.

"I knew you would. Mommy's dirty whore, hm?"

Her one hand pulled your head back by your hair, making your neck easier to access with her lips again. Her other hand pulling the button of your trousers open; she pulled away for a few seconds to help you pull them down partly so you were in your underwear.

Her finger slipped into the front of your underwear making contact with your building arousal, sliding through your folds and over your clit.

"So wet for me already." She sighed. "Does my filthy girl get wet when anyone could hear? Anyone could walk in?"

You could only nod in response, a small moan tumbling from your lips as her fingers drew circles around your clit, pleasure building quickly. She kissed you roughly, tongue holding all power over yours, her teeth harshly pulling at your bottom lip. She guided the kiss as your movements grew sloppy from your nearing climax, eyes scrunching closed as you choked back a moan at the sensation.

It didn't take much longer before the pressure on your clit erupted into pleasure, her kisses muffling a small moan as you came onto her fingers, her digits revelling in the slick between your thighs. She pulled her hand away whilst you regained your breath, hooded eyes looking up at her as she sucked her fingers into her mouth with a hum, licking every last drop of you from her digits.

"See how good you taste." She muttered, gripping your chin between her thumb and finger. "Open."

You slackened your jaw, letting your mouth fall open and head fall backwards slightly before she let a stream of saliva fall from her mouth to yours, pooling on your tongue. The taste of you and her combined on your taste buds as you swallowed.

"Such a good girl for me, hm?" She cooed at your obeying of her request.

"Yes, mommy."

"I think you deserve another treat, don't you?" She asked, unbuttoning her trousers with a seductive smile across her lips. You gasped lightly at the sight of the red strap on she'd been hiding - red always was her colour - brows furrowing slightly when you knew she definitely wasn't wearing it this morning when you both got dressed at her apartment. "Do you want this baby?" She asked softly, hand cupping your cheek.

"Please."

At this she moved your underwear to the side, observing the wetness of your slit before letting the tip of the dildo brush against your sensitive clit, laughing lightly at your huff of annoyance at her teasing. She gave no warning before pushing inside of you with a harsh thrust, a small yelp from you as she bottomed out.

Her lips melded with yours as she let you adjust to her size for a few seconds before pulling out slightly to fall into a rhythm of thrusts, her cock pushing into you easily with your previous wetness.

She kept her movements achingly slow, teasing you as her hands gripped your thighs. You hooked your one leg around her, heel of your shoe digging into her hip to pull her into you.

"So impatient." She chuckled against your neck.

"Just fuck me, Em. Please."

She didn't hesitate to build up her pace, the desk rocking slightly with each thrust and you wouldn't be surprised if the files started to fall to the ground. She knew your body so well, how to make you feel good. The perfect position to pump into you in a way that hits your g-spot (courtesy of fucking you on every surface of her apartment) in a way that has you reeling, eyes rolling back slightly in pleasure and lips parted letting out heavy pants of breath against her shoulder.

Her one hand kept her steady, holding onto your waist whilst the other snaked around your neck, thumb applying pressure and restricting your airways in a perfect way. You could tell from the quiet grunts spilling from her lips that the strap was hitting her clit with each motion of her hips, movements growing sloppy as the action drew her closer to her release.

"Fuck m-mommy, I'm gonna - so close." You slurred out through heavy breaths, fingers gripping onto her muscular upper arms as each movements of her hips sent enormous pleasure through you.

"Me too, baby." She answered, voice low and raspy. "Cum with me."

It only took a few more snaps of her hips into you before your body fell limp, shaking slightly as she held you up, your teeth biting into the flesh of her shoulder to muffle the moan of pleasure at the back of your throat. Emily's chest rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath, lips peppering kisses over your temples, forehead, cheeks and the tip of your nose as you looked at her with the lightest sheen of sweat over your skin.

You whimpered slightly at the emptiness when she pulled out of you, not caring about the mess when she pulled her trousers back up. "I'm sorry baby, we can continue later yeah? When we're not at work." She cooed with a light laugh.

"I'll hold you to that, Chief." You smiled, hopping down from the desk on slightly wobbly legs as you pulled your trousers back up. Emily just rolled her eyes with a smile at the title.

"I love you, now get back to work." She held you by your waist kissing you softly despite her statement, smiling against each other in your blissful states.

"I love you too." You uttered back, fingers doing the buttons of her shirt back up, smirking at the hickey you'd left behind. She brushed any stray hairs of yours into place in hopes of making you look a little less freshly fucked.

"I was thinking after work we could go out to dinner and then go back to mine so I can show you just how much of a-"

Her words were interrupted by a knock at the door, startling you apart, making you rush round to the other side of her desk and drop into the chair, grabbing a random file and a pen. Emily did the same, brushing her hair straight and clearing her throat.

"Yeah?" She shouted before the door opened revealing Spencer with a few manilla folders in his grasp.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realise you were still in here." He smiled.

"It's okay, we were just finishing up. What'da need?"

"There's just a couple of files I need you to look at and sign." He answered approaching the desk as you stood to leave.

"I'll leave ya to it." You waved, directing a smile and wink to Emily when Spencer couldn't see before heading to grab a mug of coffee.

You walked back to your desk with a new buzz you'd been lacking the rest of the day, happily sipping on the bitter drink, JJ perching on your desk as she spoke to Tara at the one opposite.

"You have fun?" Tara smirked, mischief glinting in her eyes.

"Um, no?" You answered, confused at her question and the smiles tugging at her and JJ's lips.

"You sure?" JJ queried. "So there's no fun reason behind the lipstick on your collar?"

"The red lipstick that matches the one a certain BAU chief was wearing around thirty minutes ago?" Tara interjected, stifling a laugh at the dumbfounded look on your face.

"Oh shit." You groaned, face falling into the palms of your hands, elbows resting on your desk.

"Don't worry, your dirty secret's safe with us." JJ laughed poking at your arm.

"At least use it to get us that nice coffee machine." Tara laughed.

So it wasn't a complete surprise to the two women when a brand new, shiny, state of the art coffee machine arrived the following week, fuelling the already unhealthy caffeine dependency of most of the people in the office.

You still kept your relationship secret due to how it'd look, planning to cross that bridge at a later date, but invited JJ and Tara to a mini housewarming dinner when you moved into her apartment for your one year anniversary. They were shocked to see you'd somehow kept it secret from a bunch of profilers for as long as you had but appreciated the severity of the situation, vowing to keep your secret safe as long as they were sometimes allowed to tease you both.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x reader #bau team #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #jeniffer jareau #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #bau x y/n #bau reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #david rossi #penelope garcia

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Baiting the Hook

Summary: An undercover operation goes wrong, but not in the way everyone expected, causing the team to frantically try to find Y/n.

One where maybe spencer and y/n are already in an established relationship and they're hunting down a serial killer, y/n fits his type and she tries to bait him out and he doesn't fall for it at first but goes back for her later. She's a little hurt when he finally finds her and they have a big fluffy reunion with spencer worrying she's not okay and looking after her

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst then fluff)

Content Warning: made-up case similar to regular CM violence, minor injuries to reader

Word Count: 3.5k

Masterlist

"We know his victim selection criteria and the locations he frequents. All we need to do is send someone in undercover, and we'll be able to catch him." Spencer speculated to the team as they sat around the big table in the Seattle Police precinct.

There were nods in agreement from Morgan and JJ, but Hotch looked hesitant. He didn't like to send members of the team undercover, even when he knew they were safe. There was much more risk confronting an unsub while pretending to be a potential victim. From the unsub using a member of the team as a human shield to whoever was undercover making a wrong move, it was a challenging position to be in. One that had gone wrong with terribly wrong with Elle.

Morgan chimed in, worried about the clock that was still ticking. "We can't go busting into his house because he'll kill his latest victim before we can arrest him." He continued. "He's got to find someone else before he kills Stacey Jones."

Hotch knew that was factual, so he nodded. "Alright, who are we going to send in?"

Spencer jumped up to point between the four murdered girls and one hopefully still alive victim. "His victims are all pretty young women whose friends described them as open to new experiences, outwardly extroverted, and funny." He continued to ramble before he could catch himself. "They've also all got the same hair color and complexion as Y/n."

Y/n, who was sinking back into her chair and hoping the 1/3 odds were low enough to keep her out of the field, visibly cringed. It's not that she didn't want to help the team or the murdered victims, but she wasn't jumping at the opportunity to seduce a serial killer.

The surprised looks on the team's faces were enough to have Spencer's brain trying to comprehend what he'd said. "Oh." He realized the fact he'd thrown his own girlfriend in the deep end.

It wasn't that he valued her life over the rest of his closest friends, but he wasn't advocating for her to put herself immediately in the firing line.

"L/n?" Hotch asked while the entire team's eyes focused on her. More than anyone's, she could feel Spencer's

Y/n knew he wouldn't force her, but it was part of her job, and she needed to save the living victim. "Yeah, that's okay." She agreed, pulling on her best facade smile.

It seemed to work because all too soon, Hotch was replying. "Okay, it's already 5, and we know he gets there at around 7, so get ready, and we'll set the mics up."

She found something to wear, quickly getting changed, while Emily, JJ, and Morgan also put on clubbing attire. By the time she was doing her makeup in the precinct bathroom, Spencer cautiously watched her. Analyzing every detail of changing expression, and not concerned it was the women's restroom.

Y/n locked eyes with him through the mirror. "Which one?" She asked, holding up two lipstick options.

A little shocked by her casual tone, Spencer answered. "The pinker one."

Listening to his words, Y/n uncapped the opposite one. He frowned harder as he watched her trace it over her lips. "This guy is like the opposite of you." She explained, turning around to face him as she rested against the double sink vanity. "You like the dress?" She asked, twirling so he could see every angle.

"You look beautiful," Spencer replied, although he thought the dress was far too revealing. His nerves were very apparent, awkwardly adjusting his position as he tapped his finger on his thigh. "Y/n, I didn't mean to-"

"Spence, it's okay, really." Y/n cut him off, knowing his concern was being added to by the guilt about suggesting her. She stepped closer to him, running a hand down the lapels of his suit jacket. "Seriously, it's going to be fine."

Before she could talk him down anymore, there was a knock from the other side of the bathroom door. "Please don't be getting up to any risky business," Morgan announced with a suggestive tone before walking in with one hand covering his eyes and the other holding microphones.

Y/n giggled at the blush forming on her boyfriend's cheek. "We're not doing anything." She informed him.

Morgan pealed his hand away from his eyes, looking between the couple. "Look at how hot you look, Mama." He winked at her with a smirk.

"What have I told you about flirting with me?" Y/n asked mock scowling at him. "Not to do it in front of Spencer." She answered her own question with a smirk at her boyfriend, who was rolling his eyes.

At least when he was laughing, he looked less terrified. Morgan patted him on the back, offering him some advice. "We'll be in there the whole time, Pretty Boy. Nothing to worry about."

Spencer bit his cheek, nodding at his friend. "Yeah, I know."

Once Y/n was all mic-ed up, they were on the way to the club. Somehow Spencer managed to put on a brave face, the facade matching hers. He gave her hand one last squeeze before she was in the club, nerves all over the place as she tried to act normal.

The strategy she'd always had was to just pretend it was Spencer, as hard as that was when the unsub was a malignant narcissist. Spencer was perfect, kind, intelligent... and not the man sitting in front of her.

"Hi, darling." It was, without a doubt, the unsub. James McClay. "I'm James."

Internally, Y/n winced at how bad he smelt. Like he hadn't showered in a week, possibly because of all the murdering he'd been doing. Still, she was there to do a job and not comment on his personal hygiene. "Hi, I'm Amelia." She introduced herself with a fake name. She figured it was safer that way.

"What are you doing alone in a place like this?" He asked, like a predator hunting his prey with his eyes roaming over her body.

She was equally unimpressed by that comment and even more disgusted by the answer she knew she had to give. "Looking for trouble."

James shook his head with a laugh. "My type of girl." He commented, downing the rest of his drink before ordering another one.

Y/n was going to continue the conversation when he walked off, choosing to sit next to some other girl in the club. "What just happened, L/n?" Hotch asked through the earpiece Y/n had in.

"I have no clue. I thought it was going well." She spoke, pressing onto the earpiece so they could hear her clearly.

"It was," Hotch assured her, looking over at Spencer in the FBI van, who was frowning. They were both just as confused about why James hadn't responded to the signals Y/n had given him. All the correct cues that should have lured him in.

She heard Morgan on the earpiece next. "He should have responded." He agreed, assuring Y/n she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Okay, you're all coming out. We'll have local police monitoring the bar to make sure McClay doesn't leave with another girl." Hotch informed them of the plan.

Y/n trudged out of the bar, feeling sorry she couldn't have drawn the unsub out. She stepped into the FBI van, biting her lip as she looked at Hotch. "I'm sorry, I thought I was doing good."

"You did good, Y/n," Hotch assured her, nodding at her. She tried to believe it as she took a seat next to Spencer. "If he tries to take anyone from the bar tonight, local law enforcement will stop him. And we can try again tomorrow with someone else." That was true. Y/n knew he wouldn't kill the latest victim until he had another. It just meant Stacey would be a hostage for longer. "You two should go back to the hotel and rest. I'll send the rest of the team once they get out of there."

Y/n and Spencer nodded at his orders and left the van to go to the SUV. She took the keys, getting into the drivers' side while Spencer got into the passengers'. "I'm not even good serial killer bait." She pouted as she turned the ignition on.

Spencer shot her a worried glance. "You know that's not it."

"I'm kidding, Spence. If I'm good enough for you, then I'm more than good enough for serial killers." She joked, trying to ease the tension. It was far too easy on cases for the two of them to get caught up in the evil of it all that their relationship could suffer.

Spencer held out a hand to hold hers. "You're more than good enough for me." He assured her with a smile. Y/n grinned back at him, trying to forget the case just for a second. "I just don't know why he walked off. It doesn't fit the profile." He commented, shaking his head as he gazed out the window to the dark night sky. "Can you drop me at the station? There's something I need to check."

Y/n nodded, turning the next corner. "Sure, want me to come with you?" She offered, swinging into a park near the station. It was much quieter at night, and she knew Spencer would be able to think better.

"No, it's okay. I'll just be a few minutes." He assured her, opening the door as he picked up his bag. He was trying to see a pattern that he wasn't even sure was there.

His dedication to work was something Y/n had always admired, even before they dated. "I can wait if you want, Spence." She suggested.

"Go back to the hotel and get some sleep, love. It's only a block, so I'll walk." Spencer decided, walking around to her side of the car. Y/n rolled down the window, so she could place a quick kiss on his lips. She knew him well enough to know he sometimes just needed to think.

"Okay, love you. Be safe!" Y/n called, waving to him as he walked off into the building.

Spencer didn't think he needed to say it in return.

Everything was routine until Y/n got out of the SUV in the parking building. But the piece of cloth being held over her mouth and nose, and her scrambling to try and remove it, quickly stopped the familiar sequence of events.

Spencer was still confused on the walk back to the hotel. What about Y/n didn't attract the unsub's attention? Although, he was happy that he was at least going to get a night's worth of sleep next to her. Even the elevator ride seemed long, and he only realized how exhausted he was when he scanned his keycard to unlock the door.

It was silent when he walked in, so Spencer assumed she must have already been asleep like he was about to be. He kept as hushed as possible as he walked over to the bed, wanting to place a kiss on her forehead before he went to get ready for bed.

There was no Y/n.

"Y/n?" Spencer called out, walking into the bathroom to check she wasn't in there. His heart rate was increasing, and there was a sinking feeling in his stomach. The sensation when one knows something terrible has happened.

No reply. No girlfriend.

Quickly, Spencer pulled out his phone, dialing her number. He was already starting to pace around the room, his breathing becoming unstable.

No answer.

The next frantic call went to Garcia, and his hand trembled as he held the phone.

"Boy Wonder, how can I assist you, this fine hour?" Garcia answered cheerfully, despite how tired she was.

"Y/n's phone. Where is it?" Spencer managed to ask, his tone matching how frantic he felt. The walls seemed to close in around him, and he couldn't focus on any part of the room.

Noticing his tone, Garcia quickly worked her magic. "At the hotel. Is she not there?"

"No, and there's no way she would have left it on purpose," Spencer replied, the panic fully sinking in as he theorized what had happened to her. Even though she wasn't there, Garcia was also alarmed. "I've got to find Hotch."

"Hotch and the team just got there. Keep me in the loop." Garcia managed to request before Spencer hung up the phone.

He quickly dashed out of the hotel room, avoiding the elevator in favor of running down the five flights of stairs to the underground parking.

The team was waiting for the elevator when he burst through the door. His pulse wasn't even as fast as his train of thought. Their faces flooded with concern when they saw him.

"Y/n's missing," Spencer announced, completely in crisis mode and making no attempt to catch his breath. He didn't wait for anyone to ask what happened. "She dropped me at the police station and came back here. I just got back, and her phone's here, but she's not." It all came out so fast that he was thankful the team was able to understand.

"She drove here?" Hotch asked, his level of concern shooting to 100 in half a second. Spencer gave him a nod, not trusting himself to talk as the guilt started to hit him. "Right, Morgan, Rossi, find it and find what happened." He directed, pulling out his phone to call the local police while nodding towards JJ to grab Spencer, who was almost fainting.

JJ wrapped her arms around him to steady him as he swayed. "Hey, it's alright, Spence. There's no way you could have known this would happen." She assured him, stroking a hand over his back as his breathing labored.

"No, I told her to leave me there." Spencer maintained. All he could think about was what was happening to her. His sweet angel of a girlfriend. He stepped back to sit on the stairwell, holding his head in his hands. "JJ, what if the last thing I ever hear her say is 'be safe'?"

JJ was quickly shaking her head, crouching in front of him. "No, you're not going to think like that."

There was no way he couldn't. Being murdered wasn't even the worst thing that could be happening to her. Spencer had seen all the worst things that could happen to a person, and now Y/n's face was the one he could vision in the morgue when he closed his eyes. It made him sick to his stomach.

Hotch was there when Spencer blinked his eyes open. The concern was evident in his expression. "James McClay left the bar, without a victim, thirty minutes ago."

That had been Spencer's assumption. "Factoring in travel time, she's been gone for..." He glanced at his watch. "twenty-two minutes and seventeen seconds."

Rossi and Morgan came to stand around, Prentiss with them. "There are tire tracks next to the SUV. Y/n's phone is there, but her gun, ID, and wallet are missing." Rossi reported, leaving out any additional words that would waste time.

"If he's got her badge..." Spencer trailed off, placing a hand over his mouth. JJ held his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

All of them knew James McClay having Y/n's FBI badge could throw him off pattern. Both because he knew she lied and because he knew she was a federal agent. He was so afraid he couldn't stop shaking. His thoughts were on the possibility he would never see the love of his life alive again.

"We know his address and SWATs on the way," Hotch announced, telling the team to get in the SUVs. They hurried off to the vehicles, but he turned around to talk to Spencer. "You don't have to come, you know."

Spencer shook his head, walking past him across the grey concrete. "I'm not staying here."

Spencer couldn't breathe the entire way to McClay's house, not even because of how tight he strapped the kevlar vest. There were too many things to think about. He wasn't sure whether or not he was thankful it was such a short drive. On one hand, it meant he didn't have to wait for long until they were pulling into the driveway. But on the other, McClay had already had Y/n for eighteen minutes and thirty-nine seconds.

"Reid, are you coming?" It was Hotch's voice that made him realize the trip was up.

Spencer climbed out of the car, one hand on his gun. "If she's-"

"She won't be, Spencer." Hotch firmly stated, and Spencer knew he wouldn't have said it if he didn't think it was true.

Morgan had already kicked the door down when Spencer reached the porch, holding his gun up as he tried to trust Hotch's words.

"He's in here!" Morgan yelled out, Prentiss in the same room as him as they dragged the unsub out.

That just meant Y/n and Stacey were left to find in the maze of the house. Spencer had barely even noticed the wall color.

"Spencer!" Y/n's voice. It was Y/n's voice that Spencer heard. Very much alive, and he had never run faster or with less caution. JJ followed closely behind him.

It was the third door he opened, not bothering the clear the rooms.

Y/n.

Finally, after fifty-one long minutes and change, Y/n. Bound to a chair with rope and a red mark around her eye, but it was Y/n. He couldn't stop the instant relief, knowing McClay usually cut his victims as soon as he got them.

"You're okay." Spencer breathed out, finally able to see the rest of the room. Dark walls with old dirty carpet.

"Help her." Y/n directed, nodding to Stacey across the room, blood dripping out of a stab wound on her abdomen.

JJ rushed to her side, placing pressure on the wound as she called for Emily to get the medical team in. Spencer couldn't hear any of it as he rushed over to Y/n.

Hurridly, he undid the ropes, more relief washing over him when each one fell to the floor. Spencer couldn't hold her fast enough as she stood up, almost knocking her over with his embrace. He didn't know how long he held her for, but it wasn't long enough, and he found himself wrapping her in his arms again.

Y/n pulled away to hold Spencer's face, wiping his tears up. Spencer did the same thing, not wanting to let go of her for the foreseeable future.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, tracing over the small cut on her forehead and the red swelling around her eye.

Y/n nodded, finally letting herself cry. "Yeah, now I am."

"I'm so sorry." Spencer apologized, hugging her for the third time.

"It's not your fault, hon," Y/n assured him, running her fingers through the curly hair she had been hoping she would get to touch again. She looked over Spencer's shoulder at JJ. "Is she going to be okay?"

JJ nodded, walking over to give Y/n, to give her a quick hug. "Hey, you good?"

Y/n nodded at her, reaching down to hold Spencer's hand. "I'm good. I just want to get out of here and go back to the hotel." She decided, walking out of the room with them.

"No, you're going to get checked out by the ambulance staff." Spencer shook his head, growing more concerned over the marks on her face.

Y/n rolled her eyes at him, letting go of his hands so she could hug the rest of the team as they came to embrace her.

"You guys found me fast." She mentioned appreciatively. "Thank you."

"You kept him talking long enough to save Stacey's life," Hotch informed her, knowing the unsub liked to kill the victim he'd had for the longest minutes after he took another.

Y/n just shrugged, making her way outside. "It's all part of the job." Hotch gave her a praising nod as Spencer guided her to the ambulance.

He sat with her the whole time she got examined, holding her hand with firm pressure. She was holding ice to her eye when she was finally allowed to get back in the SUV.

Spencer drove that time, still holding her hand. "I should never have let you go alone." He shook his head at his own actions.

"Stop." Y/n sternly looked at him from just one eye. "I'm not going to let you beat yourself up over this, Spence." She informed him. Still, he looked like he needed more encouragement. "You didn't know he would take me in the parking building when he only took women from clubs."

Spencer tried to forgive himself for inadvertently putting her in danger as he parked the SUV. He turned to look at her, ghosting a thumb over her lip which he didn't realize was busted. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"The paramedics said no concussion." Y/n reminded him. "Seriously, the only thing is this tiny cut." She pointed to the bandaid on her forehead. "This eye, which is going to leave a kick-ass bruise." She joked, causing him to laugh slightly. "And my lip, which is only going to be a problem if you don't kiss me soon."

Spencer shook his head as he laughed. "I can still wish I didn't leave you?" He requested, to which Y/n nodded. "Okay." He agreed, leaning forward to place the gentlest kiss on her lips.

Y/n pulled back with a smile. "Now, we're going to bed, and you're going to sleep because you found me quick enough we saved Stacey and arrested McClay." She stepped him through the plan, opening the car door as Spencer did the same thing. Nuzzling under his arm, Y/n added to her schedule of events. "And I'm also going to wake up with a wicked black eye."

Spencer laughed at, slowing his steps to walk in sync with her and agreeing. "Oh yeah, it's going to be so badass."

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