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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl (Plastic Doll) PART 20

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Warnings: makeup smut! ☺️ talks of addiction, alcohol use, cursing. I think that’s it. Oh. Size kink ☺️

You hadn't expected him to be so eager to meet you at your house after. He was already in the driveway, five minutes early but somehow right on time. You'd been truly thrilled the entire ride home, shuffle playing in to your stellar mood, because you couldn't think of a more appropriate song to start the night with.

"Sugarpie honeybunch

You know that I'm weak for you

I can't help myself

I love you and nobody else"

You turned the music down before cruising through your neighborhood and that's when you'd spotted his car, him leaned against it admiring your home. You pulled in the archway behind him, gathering your things. He was already at your door so he could open it for you.

"How'd things go?"

"We went so far over our projected sales. The amount of reservations I made for people tonight was insane. We'll be booked half the summer." You stepped out, letting him help you of course. Now that you had his attention again, you weren't ashamed to admit how much you'd missed it. And him. Jesus, he hadn't aged a day. He looked young and carefree and so sleek in his black slacks and matching black dress shirt. You were crazy for him in all black and part of you thought he'd planned it for the evening.

"I love hearing you like this. You sound so happy."

The truth was, you were. You always found a way to be happy. After you left him at the hotel in New York, you went back to the house and decided you were turning it into your future. It wasn't until Dave showed up with some clues about your past that you decided what you wanted to do.

"There's a reason channel 54 brings you so much joy, and it's not just the cooking."

When you met him, you had no idea, not until you saw the way his eyes crinkled up just like yours when he laughed, or how his own laughter sounded eerily similar to yours. You didn't piece everything together until later that evening when Dave called to ask if you were okay.

"He didn't even know who I was."

"He did. But sometimes what's already known doesn't need to be explained. You made it this far without him. You can go even longer."

"Sorry to have you out so late," it was almost 11 pm, and he preferred to be at home when it got dark. You knew being up and out this late wasn't the norm for him but you appreciated his efforts to see you regardless. He hadn't pried or pushed when you left. He knew if things were ever going to be talked about, they'd be on your terms.

"I don't mind at all."

His sincerity and overall joy to be seeing you was more than you had bargained for. You had prepared for this conversation for a long time but now anything you had planned to say seemed irrelevant. You only cared about who he was now, and what the reality of things had done to him as a person. You wanted to know if he'd moved on, secretly. But by the looks of things, moving on was the last thing on his mind.

"Let me show you where I spend all of my time."

✨✨✨

It was a big change from her little 4 foot balcony from when we were neighbors. It was a covered porch, so she'd stay dry and could watch the stars or weather no matter what the condition. It was very much her style, with pink beanbags and giant comfy pillows everywhere. Her fuzzy pink rug was on the concrete floor, and her stereo was in the corner. Twinkling pink lights hung from beam to beam, giving the place a glow that radiated her entire personality. We were on her loveseat on the wall, watching the rain that had just decided to come in. It was light, still a sprinkle for now, but the weatherman had predicted storms for the next few hours.

"I feel like it should be implied, but I can't stop thinking about how proud I am of you."

The pink lights couldn't hide the color to her cheeks, and the way her body turned slightly towards me. Every inch felt like miles, slowly closing the gap between us until I could feel whole again. I knew it would take time. I could wait a little while longer if that's what she needed.

"Thank you, Aaron. It feels right. I'm really happy with what I'm doing."

"This is a lot to take in," I admitted, and she nodded in agreement.

"Do you want a drink?"

"Coffee, maybe, if you have it."

She rolled her eyes playfully and led me to the massive kitchen. Same pink coffee maker, same pink coffee cups, she may have left, but she was still exactly the same as I remembered her. She made us both a cup of coffee and I let her show me around. Most of the rooms were still empty, but she had a plan for everything. I had planned on staying as late as she'd allow me, if she didn't want me to leave, that was okay too. I felt pathetic in a sense, dangling by an invisible string that was attached to her affection. I didn't care how I looked or seemed to anyone but her.

"Can I apologize? Would you listen if I did?"

She stopped in her tracks, turning around to look at me. We were nearly on the porch again, stood beneath the threshold of the door.

"You don't have to apologize. I'm actually sorry for making you feel like you had to keep who you were a secret. I understand why you did it, especially after I told you about William. But I need you to know that I would have loved you either way. I was just really confused, and I was angry with you. I don't even know if it was anger. I was just sad that you loved me but put me through hell."

Looking back now, if I would have just told her the truth in the beginning, we could have still been together. For how long, I wouldn't know. A year ago, I still wasn't as ready as I should've been to be committed to someone. But after much needed therapy and time to get my emotions in order, I'd done some changing and I was ready to be what she needed from me all along.

"You leaving helped me to realize I needed help that no one but a professional could give me. I needed it long before I met you, but I wasn't ready to admit it then. It took me losing you to realize I had a lot of things I needed to work on before I tried to be with someone seriously."

She looked like she wanted to ask a million questions, but she just nodded, leading me to the loveseat and trying her best to get comfortable in her dress.

"I'm glad you did that. It's good to have someone to talk to. I did the same thing. I had a lot of growing up to do," she said finally, patting her lap as if to turn the conversation into a more upbeat direction.

"What have you been doing? Fill me in," she was smiling behind her coffee mug, listening intently as I rehashed some of the things I'd been working on. I'd started cataloging and formatting some of my cases into books, planning to publish them for research at the Academy, so I told her about that, and helping coach Jack's soccer team for the summer. She seemed to like the idea of me doing things like that with Jack. She always thought it was important that I was a good father. I had forgotten what a good listener she was. She was interested in everything I had to say, no matter how mundane or bleak the details were.

"I'm glad we can do this and it just feels normal. I... I'm sad that I lost you as my best friend. We did everything together and I told you everything and I miss that. I had no clue how much until now."

I offered her my hand and there was no hesitation when she took it. She gave it a sweet, gentle squeeze as we sat in comfortable silence. The fact that we were able to sit here together casually after everything we'd been through and there wasn't any tension or awkwardness. We had battled our demons and won, and now we were different people. Different people with the same strong, soul-tying feelings.

"I'm here now if you still need a best friend," I whispered, tightening my grip on her hand. I didn't want her to let go.

"Ditto."

Shortly after we fell into conversation about how she'd ended her channel. She auctioned off all of her props and costumes and stashed the money away while she went to school.

"Do you ever miss it?"

She shrugged, letting herself get a little more comfortable next to me. She was right at my side now, letting me drape my arm over her shoulder and rest on the sleeve of her dress. It was innocent, mostly.

"I miss the way it made me feel. I miss the ego boost and the confidence that came with it. I still filmed for a bit after I quit, just out of habit. It just made me feel really good about myself, and that's a high that I haven't found since," she chuckled, bravely bringing her hand to rest on my thigh. She checked my face immediately after to make sure she hadn't crossed any boundaries. I sat my coffee cup on the table so I could cover my hand with hers, just barely brushing her skin with my fingertips.

"Do you need an ego boost? Because I can certainly help with that," she could have me right back on my knees for her in seconds; it wouldn't take much. As if she read my mind, her lips barely brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, instantly lighting me on fire.

"I may just take you up on that offer," she purred, her nails dragging lightly against my palm. I was a sucker for her nails anywhere she'd use them on me.

"I want you to know I haven't... There hasn't been anyone else," there never would be, not as long as she and I could exist in the same universe.

"Same goes for me. I just don't think it was the right time for us then," she looked up at me through her lashes, waiting for me to agree with her.

"Doesn't mean we can't try again."

It was her turn to nod, nails using just a bit more pressure on my skin. I couldn't wait to be underneath her again.

"Can I come closer?" It came out in a whisper, and I patted my lap in response.

"You can come as close as you want, sugar." I couldn't hide my excitement as she climbed into my lap, pulling her dress up to expose her thighs so she could straddle me comfortably. I wasn't sure what to do, so I let my hands rest on her hips, gently pulling her forward to my chest. She let her head fall to the crook of my neck, kissing me delicately, as if it were the very first time. She would drag her lips across my skin, making goosebumps appear on my flesh in no time. Once I felt her tongue lazily tracing my jaw, smothering me with affection until her lips were hovering on top of mine, I was bucking my hips into her, groaning at her satiny figure against my tense, needy body.

She rolled her hips against mine before our mouths met, a years worth of longing behind that first kiss. It felt like being right at home, exactly where I was meant to be.

"Taste so good," I planned to shower her with compliments every opportunity that I got. She replied by swirling her tongue against mine, insatiable as we both craved more.

"Help me with my dress," she pleaded, standing up abruptly and turning around so I could make quick work of her zipper. She had on a matching baby blue set that fit her perfectly, heels still on her feet as her dress fell to the floor. Her body was somehow the same but better than I'd remembered, her absense causing me to appreciate her more now than I ever had. Her heels put me at eye level with her sex, so I leaned forward and pressed a pattern of kisses above her panty line, peering up at her as she shivered.

"I missed you," she breathed, weaving her fingers in my hair. I gripped her ass harshly, bringing her forward so her pussy could feel the heat of my mouth, salivating at the thought of slipping my tongue through her.

"I missed you, sugar. Can I show you how much? I'd love to take these off," I hooked my fingers in the waistband, letting them fall down her calves as I admired her.

"I'm going to lay you down right here against the cushions, get you comfortable," I did as promised, letting her situate into the corner of the sofa. I toyed with the straps on her heels before undoing them completely and letting them land on the floor. I unbuttoned my shirt, making a spectacle of removing the cuff links she'd gotten me forever ago and placing them on the table behind me. The smile she wore told me all I needed to know as I reached forward to remove her bra. Being able to have her partially outdoors and completely naked was a new experience, one I'd waited a long time to be able to do safely.

"You're a work of art," her nipples were stiff under my tender touch as I toyed with them, letting my hands roam her body.

"I really want this to work," she panted, eyes wide as I used my fingers to spread her open where she wanted me most. I tapped at her clit with my fingertip, earning a hiss in response. She was already making a mess on the blanket spread beneath the loveseat, months of deprivation making her weak for me.

"Me too," I pressed my thumb to her clit and watched in sheer ecstasy as she writhed beneath me, a string of profanities falling from her puffy, pink lips. A tiny increase in pressure had her hips bucking off the sofa and her sweet whimpers getting lost in the night air.

"So needy for me. You smell so sweet, sugar. You taste even better. I could never forget how you taste," I latched my tongue around her throbbing bundle of nerves, letting myself celebrate having her back in the most erotic way. An extremely slow, delicate swipe of my tongue made her arch her back and beg me to do it again. Once more and she let herself come back to me completely, moaning my name as she shook.

"Will you use your fingers too? I need you so bad, Aaron," she sounded desperate, staring down at me.

"Anything you want, sweet girl. All you have to do is ask."

✨✨✨

You were experiencing the most sensual form of euphoria: Aaron's face nestled between your legs. His chin was resting on your thigh as his fingers kept your swollen lips spread open. The lines between his actions being for your enjoyment or his own blurred more with every loving swipe of his tongue against your most sensitive spot, followed by the gentle flick of his finger. He was in a trance, exploring new ways to touch you, experimenting with you purely for the knowledge of pleasuring you. You knew even if you wanted someone else that no one would've compared to the man on his knees, exploring every inch of your glistening pussy like he was going to be quizzed on making you orgasm in the future.

"I missed how sensitive you get, look at you, clenching around my fingers and I'm not even using them," he kissed your clit and had your legs shaking, and your eyes rolling back until you saw spots. His fingers began to pump in and out of you, slowly at first as he just watched your reaction, and as soon as your chest began to heave and your breathing became shallow, his lips latched around your clit and his tongue flicked mercilessly at you, bringing you to a new high as you brought your hands to the back of his head. His rhythm was slow and steady as his fingers got slicker, slipping into you with ease and his mouth working to lap up every drop of your arousal. His pupils were blown out completely, his hair a disheveled mess on his head.

"Love it when you go slow like that," you murmured, lost on a roller coaster of pleasure that seemed to have nothing in store but crescendos. Just when you thought surely he would want you to help him satisfy the growing bulge in his pants, his tongue found a new pattern to trace on your clit, or his fingers would work in synchronization with his tongue and bring you over the edge in an embarrassingly short amount of time and he'd be so proud of himself that he had to try again. He was obsessed with you, there was no other way to describe it.

"I know you do, gorgeous. You have the most perfect pussy. You could keep me up all night if you let me stay right here, just like this," his words were melodic, like poetry, sweet erotic words meant to make you his in the most primal, possessive way.

"You always know exactly what to say," you praised, earning a low chuckle from him in response. He was so sexy, so confident. He went above and beyond to make sure he knew every way you enjoyed being touched, which made every experience with him a unique one.

"I just missed you so much. I hope you'll have me back for good." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he was making you cum again, fucking you with his fingers curled up inside of you and his tongue disappearing between your folds.

"I'd really like that. I was thinking, fuck, yes, just like that, please, maybe we could go on a date this weekend," his own moan rippled through you and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. It was a sexy thing to witness: a man who received so much pleasure from using his mouth on you. You doubted he would be like this with anyone else; the look of bliss on his face and the lengths he went to in order to satisfy you were especially for you, and that was incredibly obvious.

"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," he assured you, and you believed him. The way he looked now, blinded by his infatuation for you, there wasn't a doubt in your mind that he'd do anything you asked. You wanted to scold yourself for falling for him so easily, technically a third time, but you'd been alone and without him for far too long. It didn't seem fair to deprive yourself of who you truly wanted, not now that you'd been able to accomplish everything else.

"Will you take me to the bed?"

He was already scooping you up, letting you taste yourself on his lips as his kisses overpowered you. You were hooked already, your nails scratching at his back, making him moan into your mouth. He rutted his hips against you for any sort of friction, groaning at the idea of feeling you again after so long. You felt it too; in fact, if there was more room to spread out and take all of him comfortably from here, you wouldn't wait. He opted to carry you, so you gave him directions, giggling the whole time.

"I've missed that sound so much," he paused to pin you against the wall, his hands hooked under your knees and your back flat against the wall. You reached between your bodies and unclamped his belt, unbuttoning his slacks and letting them crumple in a pile at his feet.

"I can't wait," you told him, knowing he would never be able to say no to fucking you against the wall. He held you up with ease, his frame so much larger than yours. It was one of the most attractive things about him; he was huge in comparison to you. In fact, the first day you'd seen him in the park, you'd fantasized about this exact scenario: him fucking you against the wall.

"Impatient. Let me take care of you. If you'll hold onto my shoulders, I'll just fuck you right here," getting his boxers shoved down was tricky but once his dick sprang free, he was lining himself up with you, meeting your eyes to make absolutely certain you were sure you wanted him.

"Please don't make me beg."

Just like that, he found a home in you, reminding you just how much you missed the feeling of him situating inside of you. He released a shaky breath before he slid out of you completely, pounding into you before you could whine at the loss of contact. Your nails marked up his shoulders as he found his pace, steady, rough. Everything about this was possessive; he was reclaiming you, and letting you do the same to him. Your only thoughts were each other as the frames on the wall rattled and shook, but they hadn't fallen yet. He had no plans on slowing down, he simply fixed his stance and situated his knee under you so he didn't lose his footing.

"So tight, sugar. You take my cock so well. Have you missed me?" Truthfully you weren't sure how you'd lived without him now that he was satisfying you in the best way possible, his free hand rooted in your hair and the sound of his hips meeting your flesh was echoing in the hallway and bouncing off the walls. You'd been waiting for the day that the universe brought you back together again, and here he was, giving you heart shaped eyes as you clenched around him and screamed his name.

"Such a good girl," he'd fulfilled his promise of an ego boost, he'd gone above and beyond. You felt more at home behind the walls of your home with him finishing inside of you with a shudder than you had in the three months prior. You prayed he'd follow you to your room and hold you after the experience you'd just had. He slowly helped you to your feet, kissing you before stretching his arms out. He pulled up his boxers and kicked his pants off the rest of the way, wasting no time in scooping you right back up and carrying you towards the direction of your room.

"You'll stay, right?" He laid you on the bed, crawling in after you, the bedside lamp the only thing lighting the room. He was already tugging the blanket over your bodies. Silly question.

"I'm staying. You think I'd miss a sunrise with you after being away from you for a year?" The smile you wore was a clear indication of how the future was looking as you curled into him for the night, him already halfway asleep with his arm tossed lazily over you waist.

✨✨✨

It was still dark when I smelled her brewing coffee, so I wandered downstairs, wrapped in her sheet still. It was early May but it was still chilly for early morning. I made a cup of coffee and knew where to find her, curled up on the loveseat and waiting for me.

"Good morning, sugar."

She patted the empty space next to her so I wrapped us both in the sheet, watching in awe as lightning crashed in the distance.

"I'm surprised you didn't wake me."

"This is a quiet storm. The rain will come later. We're only open for dinner shift this weekend, if you don't have plans today." She leaned into me and I took a deep breath of her; faded hints of peony and earth, she smelled like the most beautiful parts of the outdoors. She smelled like a beautiful garden, waiting for someone to come along and admire her ethereal beauty.

"Great, we can make breakfast together and watch a movie. If it isn't raining too bad, we'll go out for lunch."

She made a satisfied hum of approval before she pecked my cheek, lost in thought as she watched the light show around us.

"It's like no time has passed. This feels so right, Aaron. I can't ignore how normal this feels."

"I'm really grateful that you were willing to give us a second chance," words would never be able to convey how grateful. I'd been a real downer without her, and everyone suffered because of it. The only person I masked it around was Jack; everyone else got the regular, sullen Hotch.

"We're both really different now. Hopefully this time around, no one gets hurt."

There would be no sunrise, not with the rainy weather. Instead, there were quiet cuddles, soft sips of coffee as the rain pattered against the roof.

"Did you think about me?"

My question seemed to surprise her, but I was curious. I needed to hear that she'd missed me as much as I'd missed her.

"I looked for you everywhere. But I made a deal with the universe that I wouldn't come searching for you. That if we were going to come back together, it would be when we were ready."

"Serendipity," I said finally, and she laughed lightly, taking my hand.

"I got everything I could ever want and it wasn't enough because I was still missing you," she sighed, resting her head against my shoulder. She'd never have to battle another stormy day alone again. Now that there were no secrets between us, there was nothing stopping us from having a happy life together.

"I'm here now, sugar. I still have your stuff at my place. Both of our lists are in my office still," it was the last bit of her I had sexually; I looked at her list all the time. Every fantasy she'd been willing to give me was a good enough reminder for me that she'd be back one day, and I shouldn't throw it out. So it stayed in its original spot, under the calendar in my office.

"You kept them?! We may have to add to them now," she chuckled, using my side as an escape from the storm outside. It had gotten humid, the sheet clinging to both of us as the sky lightened just a fraction. No amount of time with her would ever seem like enough after a year of separation. I'd constantly be trying to make up for lost time.

"Whatcha thinking?" She was gazing up at me, trying to read my emotions, trying to see what kind of headspace I was in without prying too much.

"I'm just sorry we lost a whole year." I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in closer, as if it would keep her around for longer if I just didn't let go.

"Don't look at it like that. We took a year to figure things out. Our relationship before was based on a lie. Maybe not directly, but now there's nothing but truth. Just don't keep secrets from me again."

She was so understanding, it made me regret so many things. If we would have just talked...

She didn't give me time to ponder my mistakes further. She was pulling me towards the kitchen, and the memories of the last day I got to spend with her flooded back in a flash. The day she left, it hadn't truly sank in. It wasn't until the next day when I stepped onto the balcony and saw that all of her stuff was gone that I realized how badly I'd fucked up.

"Dave, she's moved already," I was frantic, my spare key no longer turning the knob and unlocking her door. That's when it hit me; it wasn't her door anymore.

"I promised her I'd stay neutral. I also promised not to try to convince her to talk to you. She'll talk when she's ready, and things will be fine."

I ran my hand through my hair, tears streaming down my face. How'd I miss her come in and leave so suddenly? I'd taken the day off work just to make sure I didn't miss her coming in. I had to explain myself. There was nothing I could've done after we arrested Watts to get her to stick around. She was gone before the sun came up, waving goodbye after writing her witness statement.

"I'm not asking you to convince her of anything. I don't even know why I called."

"Because you're heartbroken, and you need a friend. I'm here for you, Hotch. But I'm here for her too. I know both sides of the story, and they're bad. Im going to tell you the same thing I told her, if you're meant to be together, it's not right now."

I hated how illogical waiting for destiny to happen was. I hated that she lived a fortune cookie, coin-toss life that I was no longer a part of. She'd be fine waiting for whatever was meant to be, because that's how she'd spent her entire adult life.

I was already struggling, and it was obvious when I ended my conversation with Dave and began drinking before ten AM. I turned my radio as loud as it would go to her favorite station and listened to all of her favorite music for the duration of the day. I let myself cry, and feel sorry for myself for most of the day. I started to feel a tiny bit better until the storms started, and the power went out.

I wondered where she was and what she was singing to distract herself. I knew she was probably terrified and I felt like shit because the one person in my life I wanted to protect, only needed to be protected from me. In the end, she was safer with the storms.

A month later and I felt no different. I quit drinking profusely, but only because my health was suffering. I was losing weight, wasn't keeping anything down but alcohol. I was running late to work more mornings than not, until finally Strauss suggested that I just work from home. I didn't know how to explain to her that being trapped in my apartment all day was somehow worse than being in the office. The new neighbor was quiet. She was friendly enough, knocking on the door and politely introducing herself when she started to move her things in. Beth, that was her name. She'd told me when she introduced herself. We were about the same age. In any other circumstances, I would have flirted with her to ease some of the pain I was feeling.

Instead, I opted to hate a total stranger because she lived in an apartment that would only ever belong to one woman, at least to me. Anyone else who lived there was simply borrowing it until she decided to come back.

I'd known her for all of those months and never introduced her to Jack. I never even offered. It was for the best, so he didn't have to miss her too. Jessica noticed my change in behavior and offered to step up with Jack until I could recover. I was thankful for that.

Three months in, Reid was at my door. His concern stemmed past the relationship, towards deeper waters that I was uneasy about at first. It wasn't until he opened up to me about his struggle with addiction, and the warning signs that something is consuming your life that I realized I had a problem with alcohol. It had started to become unmanageable, and if I didn't pull myself out of my slump, everyone would suffer.

"Wanting to escape isn't uncommon. But there's a healthy way to do it," he assured me, sitting down with me at the kitchen table. I explained what had happened in detail, and it was a relief to get it all out to someone who would be objective no matter what.

"She didn't actually say the words, 'we're breaking up' but I'm pretty sure he moving away implies that we're broken up," I sniffled, sipping my coffee. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, despite the warm weather, my entire body was chilled.

"Hotch, she really doesn't sound like your type. The whole serendipity belief system doesn't really go with your logical personality."

"You don't understand. She's everyone's type. And I decided all I can do is wait."

He shrugged, tapping his finger against his coffee cup. He was holding back for my sake. What he really wanted to tell me was that she'd move on far quicker than I would, and I'd be left wondering until I saw her out, and got closure for myself. The wait was going to be torture.

"Would you really wait for someone to come back? What if it takes—"

"I don't care how long it takes, Spencer. Unless she tells me otherwise, I'm hers. I don't want anyone else."

That night, I was having coffee on the balcony when Beth made her reappearance. She walked to the railing, coughing lightly as if I should say something. She wanted an apology for my being rude earlier in the week.

"Are you always this friendly?" She asked with a chuckle, reaching out to tap my shoulder. I backed away before she could touch me, turning toward her to get a better look. She wasn't unattractive, in fact, she was exactly my type. Composed, light-hearted, professional to an extent. But I had no interest in being friendly with the new neighbor.

"I'm sorry about our rude first encounter. I'm Hotch, but I'm not exactly up for company."

"Well, Hotch, maybe I could change your mind?"

I rolled my eyes, turning towards the door.

"I'm not the one, Beth. Goodnight."

It got a little easier after that. We avoided each other mostly, but occasionally she'd try to make small talk just to be polite if we were in the hall or stuck in the elevator together, but my replies would be short and as formal as possible. The lack of affection from anyone was making it harder to ignore the woman who obviously wanted my attention.

But I continued to do it, despite not knowing if she was out there ignoring other men too. No one would tell me if she had anyone new or not.

Six months in, I was desperate, tired. I almost caved when Beth slid an invitation to a dinner party under my door one night, but instead, I slid it right back under hers so she'd get the hint that I didn't want to be bothered by her. It was a constant battle, caving to the woman next door or waiting for who I really wanted. When I finally decided to step through the doors of a Therapist's office, and brought the idea to his attention, he assured me anyone I could get with now would just be a placeholder if I hadn't truly moved on.

He recommending staying single until I got the closure that I needed. He also recommended not to rush in if she came back, but it would be impossible. How would I ever resist her after being parted for so long, especially if she was willing to have me back?

"Aaron, you're letting the pancakes burn," her giggles broke through my thoughts, bringing me back to reality. I'd almost forgotten we were even making breakfast in the first place.

"Sorry, sugar. Got distracted."

Her arms made a home around my waist as she squeezed me tight from behind. She could sense that even though things seemed fine, and we were back together, things still weren't 100%.

"If you need more time—" I cut her off; I'd had more than enough time alone. It was just so surreal that things fell so easily back into place. I wasn't as trusting of the universe as she was.

"It's not that. I just hope we're making the right decision by getting back together."

I felt her arms drop from my sides and I turned around abruptly, hoping I hadn't already screwed up.

"If you have any doubt whatsoever, you should go."

Go? That was the last thing on Earth that I wanted to do, but I had to be smart. I had to be careful, so I didn't wind up alone again.

"It's not doubt. It was just much faster than I expected things to go."

"Then we can slow down. We'll do breakfast and save the date for another time."

She came to take over at the stove, so I took her seat at the bar, watching as she floated effortlessly around the kitchen. By the time she'd finished, she hadn't said a word. She let her music play and the rain pour down outside, but she'd stayed as quiet as a mouse. She sat a plate in front of me and was joining me shortly after.

"I didn't mean to make you upset."

She shook her head, picking at her food. She didn't even seem upset. She seemed devastated.

"I thought— I don't know what I thought. That we'd just be able to pick up where we left off, and things would be fine, but if any part of you doesn't want to do this again, you should let me know now so I can distance myself. Because you know how I am. I'll dive right back in with no hesitation."

"I know that. I do want this, trust me. I just need a little time to process is all. You're back, and that's a big change from how I've spent my days for the last year."

She nodded, pushing her plate away. Her mood had changed drastically, but she still seemed okay.

"Want to call me tonight?"

I didn't even have her new number, but mine hadn't changed.

"Yeah, I'll call when I get home from the restaurant."

I thanked her for breakfast and kissed her goodbye and made my way to my car, trying to shield myself partly from the rain. I was halfway home when it dawned on me that I'd left her in the middle of a storm with no way of even calling to check if she was okay. I'd been so worried about clearing my head and making sense of the sudden 180 my life had taken. She was right, she was much better at going with the flow than I was. I had to go home and mentally calculate everything that had happened in the last twenty four hours, but she would act as if it were just another Saturday we were spending together.

I was turning around, making a U-turn in the middle of the highway.

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Bunny and Clyde by show-your-fangs

NSFW

Sugar Daddy!Hotch×BAU/camgirl!Reader

You've been working as a cam girl for years to get yourself through college, but what happens when you start working at the BAU and it just so happens that your boss, Agent Hotchner, is one of your customers.

#criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #x reader #hotch x reader #sugar daddy!hotch #camgirl!reader #aaron hotchner x reader

[show-your-fangs]

I request very politely, you better continue the camgirl story with all the smut there is or I'm suing 😫 Some proper thigh action would be nice 🤭

there's no thigh riding in this one, but it will happen i promise my darling, i owe you and i will deliver.

The Contract | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner

The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part Two

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl!Reader

Words: 5.6k

CW: 18+, mdni, nsfw.

Tags/warnings: D/s relationship, master!hotch x sub!reader, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl, good girl), (semi public) mutual masturbation, cum play, aftercare (is important istfg).

a/n: this fucking series and i...holy shit i cannot get enough of it. it's all i think about every day, i just can't stop thinking about them. my apologies to moments, it has been dethroned in my heart.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

His lips were on you just as quickly as his hands. 

It was overwhelming, your legs practically going numb as he pulled you into his room, all you could think to do was desperately try to deepen the kiss. He didn’t hold back, he couldn’t hold back, even if he wanted to, and thankfully you didn’t want that either. 

You opened your mouth for him as his hands ran down your back to grab your ass, greedy, possessive, as if it had always belonged to him. He pulled you off the ground, maneuvering your legs to wrap around his waist. You obeyed without question, your legs holding onto him tightly as your arms hooked behind his neck. 

It was a fervor of tongues clashing, teeth grazing, hands digging into soft skin. His finger nails dug harshly into your plush ass, eliciting a squeal from your throat. He groaned into the kiss in response, swiftly walking back towards the king size bed in his room and slamming you down on it. 

You moaned into his mouth, the roughness only getting you going even more. He was sure he was living a dream, his heart beating so fast it was sure to explode. He pressed his body down over yours, enveloping you whole with his weight, keeping you trapped between him and the mattress.

It wasn’t that he thought you would escape, it was more that he didn’t even want to give you the option. You ground your hips into his crotch then, desperate hands trying to rip his shirt off his back. 

He pulled back from the kiss, making sure to bite down on your bottom lip and tug as far as he was able before you tensed under him. Only then did he let go, swiftly pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in the dark room. 

You were panting hard, your ears were ringing, your chest and face were most definitely flushed crimson. You could feel him press his crotch into yours, hard, stiff, warm. So warm it almost made you melt into him. 

Your hands immediately traced over his back, fingers gliding over every muscle, every ride, every dimple. His own returned to your body just as hungrily, his fingers gently tracing down your chin, your neck, your arms, your sides, before they made their home on your hips, squeezing them experimentally to gauge your reaction.

You hummed, running your own arms down his chest to pull him closer to you once more. This was everything, it was too much, having your boss so close, so warm against your core, so desperate and needy for you, just like user1102, was making your head feel dizzy with pleasure.

“Please, Master,” you whined. “I need—”

Your stomach growled loudly then, reminding you that you were actually starving.

You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted out of your mouth and into his, his own lips curling into a soft smile as he pressed them to yours one final time before he detached himself completely from your body. 

You sat yourself up, eyes watching his every move like a hawk. He turned on the light, the faint glow from the one at the entrance of his room not enough as he now needed the entire room to be bathed in it, to sober him up enough to be able to restrain himself from taking you right then and there. 

He turned to face you the second that it did, to fully take you in, to make sure that it hadn’t been a dream. You were still there, still panting softly, still looking at him with those round, expressive eyes he adored. 

“When did you figure it out?” you asked him softly, clearly eager to fill the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room. 

He walked over to the mini bar and poured a glass of water before he finally addressed you. 

“I started to suspect the day you hit your foot at the office.”

Your eyes widened immediately, your cheeks flushing in response as you remembered that you’d seen him that same night…privately. You fell back on the bed, hands covering your face in embarrassment. 

“No!” you whined. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You felt him walk back over to the bed and sit on the other side, far away and yet incredibly close. 

“I wasn’t sure,” he replied, gently nudging you to look at him. 

You took a short, steadying breath before you let your hands slip away from your face, eyes finally adjusting and making out the glass of water and sandwich he’d bought for himself in his hands. 

You smiled brightly, the prospect of Hotch, of your boss, of user1102 taking care of you, made your heart flutter. You got up to your knees, carefully taking the two items before you settled criss cross on the bed in front of him. 

“What about now?” you asked him in between gulps of water, remembering all the other times he’d watched you drink it diligently after a particularly demanding scene. “What do you want now that you know?”

He took the glass back from you and placed it on the bedside table once it was empty. “Good girl,” the words spilled out of his mouth out of habit and you immediately stilled, the heat in your lower belly slowly starting to build back up.

He noticed your reaction, subtle and yet it made him feel like the most powerful person in the world. 

“We shouldn’t,” he stated as a matter of fact. “Not right now.”

Your face immediately fell into a deep pout, almost unconsciously looking at him with wide, pleading eyes. He sighed deeply, looking down to break the spell you clearly had him under, his hands clutching onto the bed covers tightly. 

“The things I want to do to you, sweet girl,” his voice was strained, hoarse, heavy on his chest. You were practically buzzing with anticipation, one second away from allowing your judgement to lapse and leap across the bed into his arms. 

But you knew he was right. You knew you shouldn’t rush into this, as much as you trusted him, as much as you knew him, as much as he made your heart practically leap out of your chest with a simple glance.

You didn’t have a lot of time, your mind already racing with excuses to give Emily if you found her still awake when you got back to the room. 

“I want,” he started, voice calm, collected, clear. “I want to be your Dom, bunny.” He watched your reaction to his words like a hawk. Your entire body tensed, all the memories of your encounters over the past few months crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Only you weren’t drowning, but rather being filled with so much air it was overwhelming.

Your gaze met his, the rest of his face devoid of any emotion, and yet his brown eyes were overflowing with them. He was terrified, positively horror-stricken about how you may react, about losing not only your friendship but also the outlet of release he’d grown to depend on. 

But instead, you just beamed at him. You threw your things on the mattress before you shot back up to your knees and shuffled across the bed towards him. 

He let you, his heart going so fast he couldn’t feel his arms or legs. You sat yourself over his lap, arms wrapping around his neck again before your lips were on his. It was a soft kiss, so soft he almost thought it hadn’t happened. But then it did again, and again, and again, and again, and soon enough you were devouring him in the sweetest kisses he’d ever experienced.

His heart swelled, his hands shooting up to wrap around your back, pressing you tightly against him once more. “Is that a yes?”

“Enthusiastically,” you smiled before leaning back down to place another kiss on his now puffy lips. 

And just like that, he had everything.

You returned to your room soon after, sandwich in hand and dizzy with happiness. He’d asked you to text him when you made it back, a small test to gage just how enthusiastic you were about this, and you hadn’t disappointed him, going as far as to reassure him that you really, really, really wanted this.

Aaron couldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t get his mind to stop racing, his heart to calm down, his excitement to dwindle enough for him to even close his eyes. The adrenaline coursing through his veins was more powerful than after he’d run a marathon, and he needed to channel it into something or else he was going to go crazy.

He thought about touching himself, about relieving the ache in his crotch, but he’d told you not to even think about touching yourself, wanting to frustrate you just enough until the two of you entered an official agreement. And so he didn’t do it either, it was only fair.

Instead he sat himself at the small desk that came with the room and he wrote. He wrote everything he could think of, everything he wanted to do to you, how he wanted to take you, how he wanted to take care of you, how he wanted to punish you, how he wanted to dominate you. 

He wrote until his alarm sounded and the sun started to fill the world outside in a faint warm glow. He wrote until Dave was knocking on his door to make sure he was alright. It was only then, when he’d finished writing everything, that he snapped back into reality, got himself ready for the day, and stepped out to meet the rest of the team. 

He’d made sure to keep you as far away from him the entire day, not trusting himself to not linger, to not lose focus, to not give himself a single reason to take you in the precinct bathroom. 

You had a suspect in custody by early afternoon, and he’d made sure to keep you in the precinct with Reid, where you were safe. He was sure you knew why he’d made the call, it was pretty obvious and would definitely be one of the things that the two of you had to discuss. 

But it didn’t matter, at least not right now. You didn’t even think to disobey, didn’t even think about the fact that he was definitely doing this because of everything that had happened the night before, didn’t even begin to let the new dynamic between the two of you settle. You’d been distracted all day, desperately trying to not allow your feelings for him to show. 

It was dark by the time you boarded the plane back to Quantico, everyone pretty much determined to get some rest before you made it back. The couch was the first to go, Morgan and Reid fighting over it like children until Morgan won out, immediately plopping down on it and turning his headphones on high. 

Rossi and Spencer took up the single seats facing the bathroom and kitchen while Emily and JJ took up a double seater, leaving you and Aaron at the head of the plane alone. You sat next to the window by yourself, as far away from JJ and Emily as you could just in case he had other plans than sleeping. 

It took everything in him to not sit down next to you right away, the action would’ve been too obvious with all the empty seats around. And so for the first twenty minutes of the flight, you sat alone, waiting, trying to distract yourself by looking out the window. 

He’d been staring at you relentlessly, impatiently waiting for the plane to stabilize in the air before thinking about approaching. He’d sat himself down at the perfect angle to watch you, his laptop light being the only one illuminating the otherwise pitch black plane. 

He’d been reading the contract again, making sure that whatever he’d written in his sleep deprived and incredibly horny state was actually coherent, and properly worded before sending it to you. 

Once he was sure everyone else was asleep, once he made sure that everything was worded as clearly as possible since there was no need for any twisted legal jargon, once he made sure that he was calm and collected enough, he hit send and watched as your phone lit up on the table beside you. 

Your attention was finally brought back to the room, your hand shakily picking up the device before you saw what he’d sent you. He’d been smart to send it to your encrypted chat instead of to your official email, but it didn’t make it any less daunting, the lines between you and Aaron, and bouncingbunny1 and user1102 officially blurring. 

You didn’t even dare glance in his direction, terrified of what it would do to you when you caught a glimpse of just how pent up he was. Instead you opened the file and began reading. 

To say he was thorough was an understatement. You knew Aaron never did things halfway, never did things without thinking them through, and he’d clearly been thinking about this for a while. 

He’d confessed early on in your private sessions that he’d never done anything like this before, never demanded complete control over someone in the way that he wanted over you. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t curious, willing to put in the work and learn. 

You’d spent the entire first month just learning each other’s limits, him learning yours and discovering his own. By the second month he was more confident, eager to try things he’d found, determined to start having fun after setting up the foundation of trust between the two of you. 

You had been enthusiastic from the start, never actually having someone exert this amount of dominance over you before. Sure, you’d had a few partners who were rough and liked to sometimes use you in the way you truly craved, but it had never been like this. You’d never gotten to explore the lifestyle this fully, with rules and requirements and clauses in place to protect yourself and your partner.  

By the third month you’d gotten into a very comfortable routine with user1102, knew what to expect from your sessions, and it was through that knowledge that you somehow became even more excited to meet with him.

But there was just so much you could do, so much he could do to keep things interesting, to fill the ache in your chest, to fill the ache in your core. Your fingers had quickly become not enough so you’d started to use toys, and after a while even that wasn’t enough. You wanted him, needed him, craved him, in the flesh, to do the things he’d been making you do to yourself.

There had been a particularly tough case few weeks back that had you aching and desperate. You’d made it back home worked up, almost as badly as the first time you’d met him, and all you could think about was needing to be fucked so hard you forgot your name. 

You were so close to biting the bullet, so close to asking him to meet face to face, so close to begging for him to come use you. But you knew you shouldn’t, knew that no matter how much you trusted him, you’d never seen his face, didn’t even know his name, and that could’ve been disastrous. 

You didn’t realize you’d started rubbing your thighs together until you accidentally tapped your clit against the rough hem of your underwear. Your mouth was watering, your chest was practically heaving, your eyes clouded in lust as you read through the list of kinks that he had so thoroughly provided. 

It was long, from calmer ones like spanking to the rougher ones he’d told you he fantasized about like collars and leashes. He was so perfect, your kinks lining up so perfectly that it almost felt like he’d been made just for you…or maybe you’d been made just for him, for each other. 

You knew he was watching you from across the aisle, knew he was making sure to catch every reaction, every thought, every time your breath hitched. He needed to see it all, needed to know that you were consenting enthusiastically every step of the way, because even an ounce of hesitation and he would put a stop to it immediately.

bouncingbunny1: Master?

You bit down on your lip as you watched him pick up his phone, his attention off you and back on you virtually exhilarating. 

user1102: Yes, bunny?

bouncingbunny1: May I please please please please pretty please touch myself?

He fought the urge to slam his laptop and cross the aisle towards you. Instead he took a steadying breath, daring to look at you, your puppy eyes and disarming pout barely visible in the low light of your phone screen. 

But the little that he saw was enough to make him lose it, to finally realize that it didn’t matter just how much he wanted to be in control of you, you would always be in control of him first. Whatever you wanted, he would give to you, and the thought didn’t scare him, instead it only made him want you more. 

user1102: Go to the bathroom and wait for me in there.

He watched as you locked your phone, plunging you in darkness once more before you slid out of your seat and made your way to the back of the plane. He waited impatiently for a few minutes, the anticipation of what he was about to do, to make you do, to see, finally in the flesh, made his heart beat rise like bile up his throat.

He finally stood, slowly yet surely walking across the plane, carefully making sure that no one had woken up, that no one knew what was happening. He didn’t need the looks, didn’t need wandering eyes to put two and two together, wanted to keep this just between the two of you, the privacy you deserved to figure whatever this was out the most important thing in his mind. 

He stood in front of the unlocked bathroom for a second, steadying himself, getting out of his head and allowing him to slip into the role he’d been dreaming of playing for so long. 

The bathroom was barely big enough for two people, but he squeezed in there regardless, his back pressed to the door tightly so that he didn’t touch you. You were just as overwhelmed as he was, your chest rising and falling deeply, your eyes glossed over with desire, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt. 

He smirked to himself, the knowledge that you had gone to the bathroom before you left the precinct and changed into a skirt because you knew some version of this exact thing would happen almost enough to make him want to deny you of the pleasure. 

He wanted to keep this professional, like it had been every time he called. One last time for old time’s sake, one last time before you were both responsible about this and discussed everything that he’d just sent you, one last time before you signed your names on a piece of paper that made you his officially. Only then would he allow himself to touch you, to worship you, to give you everything you wanted. 

“On the counter,” he told you, eager to put some space between the two of you. 

He watched you like a hawk, starving eyes following every twitch, every breath, every movement diligently. Your brain processed his words and you stepped forward, jumping on the vanity and waiting patiently for his next command. It had been like this for a while, this understanding of each other, of receiving and accepting.

He moved to face you, so close to you, to your open legs, to where he desperately craved to be. And still far enough that you were starting to get desperate, needy, whiny with each second that his hands weren’t on you.

“Bunch your skirt around your waist,” he continued, his strong hand coming up to rest over his growing erection. 

You did as he said, eyes never leaving his. Your hands shook over your sheer tights, almost eagerly hooking under them and pulling them down your legs. But you stopped yourself, returning your hand back to its place against the sink to hold you up. 

“Good girl,” he praised, his hand squeezing himself through his pants. That’s when you caught onto his game, caught onto what he was going to ask you to do since that was exactly what you had asked after all. “You can take them off now.”

You’ve never taken off your tights faster. There was always an issue, always something they got hooked on or an area where they stuck to your skin. But tonight they slid off your legs without so much as a beat too late. You tossed them to the side hurriedly and were met with an amused chuckle from the man in front of you. 

But as much as he was trying to appear calm and collected, his hand had tightened his movements, his grip on himself clearly eager as well. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, clearly enjoying the sight, the sight that he’d never allowed you to see, the sight that you’ve been fantasizing about for months. 

“Go ahead, make yourself cum, bunny,” he groaned, back pressing against the wall farther to hold himself up. 

Your cheeks immediately flushed crimson, embarrassment washing over you in burning hot waves. It was silly, you knew that. You’d done that and so much more for him, because of him for months. He’s probably seen you in as many positions, with as many toys, cumming in just as many ways — and yet this is what got you. 

Make yourself cum. Make yourself cum while your boss watched you, make yourself cum while user1102 touches himself, make yourself cum while Aaron held your stare in his and completely shattered whatever platonic friendship the two of you have built for the past year.

“Don’t get shy on me now, sweet girl,” he cooed, his hand stilling its movements as an incentive for you to start yours.

You took one final steadying breath before you plunged, damning every self conscious thought you had into the darkest pits of your brain.

Your left hand slid down your stomach, teasing, making him pay for what he’s doing to you, as you pulled your legs up on the vanity, knees bent towards your chest.

His eyes glimmered in the light of the bathroom, his mouth slowly hanging open in anticipation, practically salivating for you. 

You pressed your back against the mirror as your fingers hooked into your panties, pulling the completely soaked material to the side, exposing your slick folds to him. You watched him eagerly as he took in a sharp breath, his eyes darting between yours and your heat. 

He was quick to reward you, his own hands unbuckling his belt unbearably slow. Two could play at this game, but neither of you had the patience for it right now. Your right hand flew right to your pussy, fingers quickly tracing the length of your folds, gathering your wetness towards your clit. 

You moaned, just for him, just to remind him of what he should be doing as well, and he wasted no time sliding his zipper down and greedily pulling his cock out of his underwear. 

You forgot how to breathe for a second, your brain struggling to process what it was seeing. He was big, bigger than your fantasies had concocted, bigger than you ever though he could’ve been, bigger than you knew what to do with. He smirked at the attention, stepping forward to bring it back to his face. 

“Spit in my hand, bunny,” he extended his open palm to you and you could’ve sworn your head had exploded. 

It took you a second to decide what to do. Your right hand returned to your aching entrance, gathering as much of your arousal as you could before you slapped your slick covered fingers against his palm. 

He groaned loudly, so much so that it made your walls clench around nothing as even more leaked out of you. Before he could pull back, you brought his hand forward. You gathered as much saliva as you could in your mouth before leaning forward, eyes staring up at him filled with innocence, and you let the spit fall through your pursed lips onto his hand, mixing with the rest of your juices. 

“Oh bunny, you’re killing me,” he moaned, his now drenched hand wrapping around his cock swiftly. 

You smiled up at him, prideful, filthy, lustful, before your hand returned to its previous motions. You focused your energy on your clit now, slow and tight circles, matching the pace he subconsciously set. 

As much as Aaron had revered to watch you pleasure yourself through his screen, that had been nothing compared to the real deal, to having you displayed in front of him, to knowing that he could reach out and touch you if he wanted. 

“Finger yourself with your other hand,” he said through gritted teeth, the roughness of his hand around his sensitive tip almost pushing him over the edge. But he wasn’t done, he didn’t want to be, at least not yet.

You did as he wanted, making sure to open your legs wider so that he could watch as your fingers slid in and out of you. He moaned then, the sound practically vibrating in tandem with the airplane around you, making you almost feel him all around you.

He picked up his pace, strokes becoming more and more aggressive as he encouraged you to do the same. He was close, you could tell, and it swelled your chest with pride.

Usually you had to hear him closely, listen for those grunts that always let you know he was getting there. But seeing how his jaw tensed, how his breathing strained, how his hand squeezed harder around himself — you could not take it, your own tension building.

He knew that reaction well. He’d seen you wear it many times before. Your fingers were curling meticulously against your g-spot, your other ones picking up their pace over your clit while your thighs began to close together, seeking to relieve the tension. 

But what made it even sweeter was the way he could now see your desire plastered all over your face, like you were the easiest book he’d ever read.

You looked at him, pleading, a broken shell of the confident agent he’d gotten the chance to know, turned into the slut he knew you could be. He took another step forward, his erection unbelievably close to your entrance, one more step and his tip would be in you. 

You let out a gasp, your gaze frozen on the minuscule distance between your bodies. You wanted him to move forward, needed him to fill you up and relief the ache inside of you. But he didn’t. He wouldn’t and you knew it well.

Even then, in your desperation, you admired his determination to do things the right way. You both needed release, both craved it desperately, but he was not about to jeopardize your future relationship, one that needed to be built on of trust and communication and respect, for a quickie in the jet’s bathroom.

“Cum for me, bunny,” he told you, his voice gruff. You whimpered, allowing yourself to tune into the wave and ride it until it exploded within you. 

You moaned loudly, your fingers not letting up their movements as you rode out your orgasm. Your walls clenched around your fingers, a gush of wetness pouring out of you to coat them in your slick. 

His own strokes stilled for a moment, watching you come undone, savoring the fruits of his labor, waiting for you to come down from your high. It was only when your fingers slid out of you and you stilled your moments completely that he returned to his own. 

“Can I cum in your panties, sweet girl?” he asked, his words getting tangled up in the unholy sounds spilling out of him. 

You were hazy, your mind desperately trying to hold onto reality, onto your wits, onto the sound of his voice because you were terrified that if you didn’t, this would all disappear into thin air, back into the dream that you’d had for so long. 

“Yes,” you managed, your shaky hand lifting up the front of your panties so that he could spill his seed over you. 

His movements became erratic then, strokes became tugs, and just as quickly as it had began, it ended. He fully stepped into your personal space, his other hand wrapping around your thigh to keep you in place as he emptied himself into the wet cotton of your panties. 

Your slick mixed with his spend, hot and heavy on your skin, clearly meant to mark you as his. He moaned into your ear, low, unhinged, euphoric, and you couldn’t help but whimper in return. 

You were so far gone, so little and malleable, so much so that you knew that whatever he asked you to do then, you’d do it without question. Your head fell on the crook of his neck, labored breaths filling the room as he gently unhooked your fingers from your underwear to place it back to cover you. 

He couldn’t stop looking at the white substance seeping through your panties, the squishy and lewdly wetness against your skin making him excited to fill your pussy up until you were leaking him everywhere. 

You stayed like that for a few minutes. He knew he couldn’t keep you like that, couldn’t ask you to walk back out there and act as though nothing had happened, couldn’t risk you getting a rash because of his own ego. 

At some point he tucked himself back into his boxers, getting himself back to the pristine put together image that he always was. He waited until you’d calmed down a little more before he cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to look at him again. 

“Bunny, I’m going to get you all cleaned up, alright?” 

You nodded, eyes sleepily blinking shut longer and longer. He set you back against the mirror, grabbing one of the towels and wetting it before he gently ran it over your hands and the inside of your thighs. 

He set the towel to the side before he hooked his index fingers in your panties, pulling them down your legs before tossing them into the sink. He cleaned your pussy gently, making sure to get every last bit of the two of you off your delicate skin. 

Once he was done, he patted you dry with another towel, reaching over to where your tights had landed to pick them up. He got on his knees, a sight that had you perking up just enough to catch him staring up at you with so much adoration you honestly didn’t know what to do with it. 

It took everything in you not to melt right into his tough, to stay awake enough even though his warm finger riding up your legs was enough to lull you to sleep. It was only when he needed to hoist your tights over your ass that he picked you up, placing you back down on your shaky legs.

“Can you do me one last favor, sweet girl?” he whispered and you did your best to nod. “Can you pee for me? I don’t want you getting a UTI.”

You sighed deeply, being diligent not something you were looking forward to in that moment. But you nodded again, and he rewarded you with a soft kiss to your temple before he stepped outside of the bathroom to give you some privacy.

Once you were done, he walked you back to his seat on the plane, not caring if anyone saw because he knew that even if they did, they wouldn’t say anything at all. He made sure you were comfortable, wrapped in a blanket, buckled into the seat for safety, before he made his way back to the bathroom. 

He cleaned everything up, going through his own routine before he washed his hands, pocketed your still damp panties, and made sure nothing looked out of place. He then grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before making his way back to you.

He sat beside you, his hand softly grazing your cheek to wake you up long enough to press the bottle on your lips, silently urging you to drink. 

You did without question, almost as if you’d done this all your life, the motion nothing more than routine, easy, normal. 

“Master?” you whispered sweetly after he deemed you’d drank enough. 

“Yes, bunny?”

“Can I have a kiss please?”

“Of course, sweet girl,” his nose tickled your own before his lips landed on yours, gentle, kind, perfect. You hummed against him, eyes closing for the final time before sleep overtook you. 

He smiled proudly, his heart so full, so content, so excited for what the future had in store for the first time in a very long time. He watched you sleep the rest of the flight, watched you curl further into him, watched you reciprocate all of the feelings that had been plaguing him since the night before.

You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and that was all he needed to lay the self-sabotage to bed, to allow himself to drift off to sleep, even if it was just for a few minutes so that he could fully take you in, because all he really needed was you curled into his side like you belonged there all along.

fucking hell i am oN MY KNEES for this man. honestly what a fucking jOY it is to write them.

send me more requests for bunny and clyde!! i don't really have a series planned for them so i'm down to just write requested scenarios and play around with where their story goes.

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dbf!hotch gifts reader a nannycam for their room. Fun ensues. Send tweet.

(basically reader being a camgirl but for hotchy’s eyes only) 😩

Okay okay I have to get this out FIRST like you don't understand this makes me fucking BARK ROME your mind is literally stunning babe OKAY LETS GO

Dbf!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

NSFW minors dni please!

Warning(s): consensual voyeurism, daddy kink, masturbation, just smut LMAO it's so filthy!! Also changes to Aaron's perspective after first break.

Should probably note idk exactly how nannycams work I just did some reading up and I'm sort of basing off that. Anyway, ENJOY!

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There it sat on the pristine dining table of your father's friend. A small, black cube no bigger than a dice awaited your response to its presence. Your eyes flicked to the man who had just placed it in front of you with a smirk, and you bit your lip.

"This is..."

Aaron raised a brow, the smirk growing.

"A little camera for you to place in your bedroom. Do you like it, sweetheart?" He said gently. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes returned to the tiny nannycam.

"Holy shit..." You felt heat rising in your face and burning in your abdomen. "I do, yes. Thank you, Aaron."

Aaron cupped the back of your head with his hand and leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead.

"This, pretty thing, is so I can check in on you when I'm away with work. You understand, right?"

He was close to your face, his eyes focusing on your bitten lip. You moved to straddle his hips and his hands were immediately on your thighs, squeezing them possessively. A little hum reverberated from you as you nodded at him and you placed your hands on his firm chest to help balance yourself as you shifted around on his lap.

"Mmh... come by mine later so you can help me set it up?" You asked sweetly, batting your eyelids innocently at him. He chuckled and the hands slid round to your ass and firmly gripped onto the flesh there.

"Of course, sweetheart. Gotta make sure it's working, after all."

Yes, much later in the day did you both finally make it to your home and set up the little camera on a shelf attached to the wall, cushioned between some ornaments. And the rest of the evening was spent "testing" the angle of the camera out with a feed linked to Aaron's phone. When you eventually collapsed against the pillows together, entangled and breathing heavily, your mind wandered to the possibilities you had to have a bit of fun whilst your lover was away. A tired, but excited smile pulled at your face as you snuggled into his bare chest and you drifted off to sleep.

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Three days had passed by after Aaron gifted you the little camera, and in that time he had, of course, been pulled away on a case. He hadn't yet had a spare moment to check in with you to ask if you were okay with him watching (he had made it clear that he wouldn't look unless you specifically said it was okay to do so) and admittedly, he was a little frustrated as a result. But work called, he had to focus on the current case instead. However, all was about to change with a simple text from you.

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Sweetheart❤: How's everything going? xx

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Aaron raised a brow as he stared at the text. You didn't normally contact him whilst he was working. He stepped away from the rest of his team for a moment to respond.

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Me: As well as the average case goes. Are you alright? X

Sweetheart❤️: I'm heading to bed now, but I'm not very sleepy...

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He felt himself tense a little, swallowing as he felt himself twitch in his slacks. He eyed his surroundings before he began to type.

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Me: Sweet thing, you've got to try and get some rest, yeah? X

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Moments later a photo came through from you, Aaron's breath hitched at the compromising position you were in, biting your lip and looking at the camera seductively.

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Sweetheart❤️: Guess you'd better check your footage later then 😇

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He quickly moved to press his back against a wall and typed furiously, slacks tightening.

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Me: You really think you can just tease daddy like this and not be punished when I return?

Sweetheart❤️: Gn, daddy 🥰 xx

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Aaron groaned quietly and pocketed his phone, glancing down at his crotch and willing the slight bulge to disappear. You were in so much trouble when he finally returned home, but he had to admit he was eager to return to his hotel room that night to see what you'd been up to. With a sharp exhale out of his nose he slowly returned to the room to continue working on the case.

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Driving at the speed limit couldn't have been harder for Aaron than right now, desperate to make it back to the hotel and lock himself in his room. He knew the others could tell he was extremely tense and chalking it up to the difficult case, which admittedly, he was stressed out about, but he hadn't been able to keep you or the implications of your earlier messages out of his mind for the rest of the day.

So when he finally pulled into the hotel parking lot with Spencer and Derek in the car with him, he couldn't slam his door fast enough nor rush off into the hotel. He even took the stairs, two steps at a time, so he could get there quicker than waiting for an elevator. Finally. With his door locked his jacket and tie were quickly removed and his shoes toed off at the door, he crossed the room to the bed and he settled down on the edge of it and pulled his phone out.

He was eager, almost embarrassingly so but he didn't care. His thumb hovered over the app that was linked to the nannycam; his slacks were uncomfortably tight already. With a quiet exhale, he unbuckled his belt to give himself a brief sense of relief, then he clicked the app icon.

He remembered the estimated time you'd messaged him, scrolling through the footage from within the 12 hours of the day in the timezone you were in. Most of it was blank, obviously you'd been out for the day, but he slowed down the progress when your figure appeared, entering and leaving the room as you went about your evening. He smiled slightly in complete adoration of you, there was something so serene about watching you going about your time, a part of him secretly wishing he could witness all of it someday.

His thoughts were brought to a halt when you entered your bedroom dressed in a fluffy towel, having just returned from a shower. He shifted on the bed, settling back further as his eyes stared at the screen. At first, your back was to the camera when you unwound the towel from your body. Aaron narrowed his eyes slightly, wishing you would turn around. Then you did. Casually, you began drying your body off, dragging the fabric down your arms and across your neck. You paused, a little smile spread across your face and you moved the towel slower down your body.

His eyes followed the movement of your hand on the fabric, drifting down your chest and lingering. A deliberate, light brush against your nipples, then slowly drifting lower down your body. Tauntingly, you covered your crotch and Aaron groaned, holding his phone in his right hand whilst his left slid down to squeeze the growing bulge in his dress pants. You knew how he felt about you teasing him given you'd been punished for it already recently, brought to a point of begging him through tears to let you cum, to feel his cock inside you. Just the memory of it only made him strain against the fabric of his trousers more, so he unbuttoned them and slowly pulled the zipper down, a quiet grunt escaping him at the release in tension. His hand slipped inside, palming his cock over his boxers.

In the footage, you'd turned from the camera again and bent over to dry your legs, giving him a full view of your ass to him.

"Nngh, fuck." Aaron hissed, squeezing himself tighter. You walked out of frame, seemingly to hang the towel up to dry, but when you returned to the frame you were still in all your naked glory and there was no indication of that changing anytime soon. His eyes widened when you pulled open your bedside drawer and from it you took out one of his button down shirts, but his brow raised when you also picked up a small bottle, one that he knew very well.

"Oh, you naughty thing..." He whispered as you spritzed his cologne he thought he had misplaced a few weeks ago over the shirt he must have left behind at some point. You placed the bottle back into the drawer and held the shirt to your nose, climbing onto the bed to kneel, eyes closed as you inhaled deeply. Aaron groaned again quietly. He didn't know you did this, he would have to ask you if you did it all the time. It made him feel good to be so desired as this, he never expected anyone to want him as much as you clearly did. His cock was painfully hard now, and he pulled it from the top of his underwear with a hiss. The rosy red tip was already glistening with precum, he smeared it with his thumb and dragged it down the impressive shaft with a deep exhale.

Holding onto the shirt, you slowly pulled it down your body, rolling your hips as you brushed across your nipples again. And then, to Aaron's utter surprise, you moved the shirt down to your crotch and began to grind into it. He shuddered, cock twitching in his hand at the scene. You moved to the end of the bed, shirt still rubbing against your crotch, and knelt down, head against the bed with your ass angled towards the camera's general direction. Aaron swore under his breath as he began to slide his hand up and down his cock, squeezing his tip and using the precum that continued to leak out to lube himself. You were laying on top of the shirt, hand between your spread thighs as you touched yourself. Oh, how he wished he could hear your sounds right now.

He could imagine himself touching you in this position, teasing you as he rubbed his cock against your entrance. He wanted you to always have your face shoved against one of his shirts from now on, picturing you biting into it with every caress of his fingers or cock.

Your hips swayed and shuddered forward, your hand moving faster as you masturbated. Aaron moved his hand faster on his cock, thrusting up into his hand eagerly in time with your movements. He could tell you were close in the video, body shaking and back arching, it brought him closer to cumming as well. His chest heaved as he moaned, hips bucking when he watched you finally cum hard, staining his shirt no doubt, and pushing yourself until you collapsed, boneless. Not a moment sooner, Aaron groaned deeply as his cock shot rope, after rope of cum onto his hand and clothed chest. Slightly shaky, he quickly snapped a photo from his torso downward, hand still gripping his sensitive cock, and sent it to you.

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Me: Sweetheart, look what you've done to me. I'll be having a word with you about taking my cologne...

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Once the text was sent, Aaron let the phone drop onto the mattress beside him and groaned. His cock twitched in his hand, still aroused. He grimaced, knowing he needed to take a shower and shove his soiled clothes in the bottom of his bag. And so sluggishly, he forced himself to stand and make his way to the shower room.

When the new morning would come round, you'd wake up to more than just a picture.

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AWOOGA OKAY thank you so so so much for reading !! I hope this was kinda what you were thinking of babes, but I could defo expand on this in future tho should the demand be there 👀

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m.list - aaron hotchner

❥ - mei’s favorites

☼ - fluff

☾ - angst

✘ - nsfw content, minors please dni

thoughts: #let’s talk about aaron hotchner !!

fics:

All of You  ❥✘☼☾

Love Me Right  ❥☼☾

Whiplash ❥☼☾

Team Building ❥☼

Faultless  ❥☼☾

Goodbye  ❥☼☾

The Right Person  ❥☼☾

blurbs:

mafia!hotch | 2 | 3 | ❥✘

office romance with hotch ❥☼

hotch + spanking | 2 | ❥✘

comforting hotch after a long day ☼

hotch comforting you after a hard day ☼☾

brat!tamer hotch ✘

‘that’s my girl’ with hotch ❥☼

hotch + hair pulling ✘

going to the arcade with hotch ❥☼

‘she’s an idiot, but she’s my idiot’ with hotch ☼

hotch subbing for your class ❥☼

stepdad!hotch | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | ❥☼✘

giving hotch a blowjob after a hard day ✘

dbf!hotch | 2 | 3 | 4 | ❥✘☼

hotch cuddling into your back  ❥☼

law student!hotch | 2 | ❥☼

enemies to lovers with hotch ❥☼☾

reassuring hotch after you almost died ☼☾

hotch fucking reader in his office ❥✘

cuddly hotch ❥☼

golfer!hotch ❥✘☼

hotch + somnophilia ❥✘

being hotch’s personal assistant | 2 |

doggy style with hotch

you make hotch laugh in front of the team

camgirl!reader x camboy!hotch | 2 | 3 |

professor!hotch | 2 |

your dog doesn’t like hotch | 2 |

flirting with a cop to get out of a ticket in front of hotch

you burn yourself with a curling iron, hotch thinks it’s a hickey

hotch lets you do his skincare routine

hotch cumming too soon

jealous hotch

hotch’s neighbors want a glimpse of his hot wife

hotch gets insecure over a gift you give your friend

soldier!hotch | 2 |

doctor!hotch | 2 |

single mom!reader x hotch

hotch misunderstands your contact name for him

the team finds out you and hotch are together

hotch has a nightmare about losing you

hotch is overprotective after you get hurt

hotch carries you to bed

lawyer!hotch x lawyer!reader

having kids with fratboy!hotch

lawyer!hotch x judge!reader

jack thinks you won’t love him anymore once the new baby comes

hotch can’t fit on the bed now that jack sleeps there

girldad!hotch

hotch x camgirl!reader | 2 |

hotch x virgin!reader

hotch + size kink

you get insecure of your age gap with hotch

you’re too hot to cuddle with hotch

your neighbor hotch kills a spider for you

lawyer!hotch

teacher!hotch takes teacher!reader to prom

sugar daddy!hotch | 2 |

jack listens more to you than he does to hotch

hotch can barely keep up with your sex drive

hotch paints your nails on the jet | 2 |

hotch ruins your lipstick

you accidentally stain hotch’s work shirts pink

grumpy!hotch x sunshine!reader

you and hotch get caught by the team

you use your safeword

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Going Live

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis: You're an intern for the FBI but double as a camgirl in your spare time. You thought you kept things pretty well under wraps but who knew one of your mentors watched you all along. 

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v action (remember to wrap it), face fucking, use of sex toys, tiny bit of degrading

a/n: writing this in the setting of season 10/11 because spencer looks so damn good and i wanted to include my girl tara

also part 2 of more than physics should be up later today! hope you enjoy -🧞‍♀️

You had been a paid intern for the FBI for about a year, paid being said lightly. But the job was definitely worth it. While being under the wing of the BAU you had not only learned so much about your hopefully future profession, but you had made a family with the team. Especially under the wing of Tara Lewis, she had been there for a little while but you looked up to her work and she was more than happy to offer advice and a good wine night.

The team knew you had a second job on the side but weren’t exactly sure what it was, just that you worked from home. They respected your personal life enough to stay out of it, however that didn’t stop Rossi from offering you a little extra because “that's what uncles are supposed to do”. You would always wave him off and say you could handle yourself, because you could. 

You thoroughly enjoyed working. The money and gifts were obviously a big reward but there was always something so exciting about being on camera. Maybe it was how risque it was, being exposed for thousands to see. Or the fact that many were pleasuring themselves to the sight of you.

It was Friday night and you were getting your setup ready. You already had your outfit and glam on. Someone had sent you a set from your wishlist, lilac lace hugged your body in all the right places, accentuating all your assets and boosting your confidence. In your hair were the same color streaks you did with a tinting spray. You set the camera and laptop up in front of your bed. Silk sheets and plush pillows behind you where you could rest comfortably before your show started. 

Little did you know across town Spencer Reid was getting ready to tune in to said show. He was never one for tech, having Garcia still hand him paper files and would refuse to upgrade his phone. He had gotten a computer just so he could video chat with doctors quickly about new medicine for his mother. However he quickly found out there was so much more the internet had to offer.

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He had stumbled across your show one lonely night. Spencer couldn’t see himself going out to find a one night stand so the pleasure of his hand it was. He was looking through videos when he saw the thumbnail with a girl wearing glasses similar to the ones you wear when you forget contacts. His curiosity got the best of him and if he was a cat he’d be one life down. He couldn’t believe the sight on the screen in his lap. 

There you were the bubbly intern, body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you from the pink wand you held over your clit. He was delightfully flustered and the moans spilling from the computer’s speakers weren’t doing much to help.

He was entranced by you writhing in pleasure but was knocked back into reality after hearing you giggle. God he loved when you made that noise in the office, usually after fake flirting with Hotch or hearing about JJ’s boys. But this situation was totally different and if he was honest with himself he was very into it. 

You reached over to grab a large pink dildo. Taking it in your mouth before swiping it through your folds. It easily slipped in and you started rapidly pumping it into you chasing your orgasm. 

Spencer was too enthralled to even think about touching himself. He was using the gift which was his eidetic memory to the best of his ability to make this something he’d never forget. 

You came with a loud moan, hips lifting and grinding against the toy to chase the friction. Quickly you turned off the wand and took the toy out. You sat up and looked into the camera before sucking it off. Spencer's eyes widened as he let out a groan shifting on his bed. 

“Alright guys that was fun for tonight,” you said as you sat criss cross on the bed. “I didn’t think I’d be able to get to five.”

FIVE?? He thought in his head. He felt like he was gonna explode just watching those last few minutes. How was he supposed to last watching you make yourself cum five times. 

“Thank you so much for all the tips and support! My links are all in the description and I’ll see you angels next Friday! Muahh” you signed off blowing the camera a kiss. 

Spencer knew it was wrong of him to view a coworker in such an exposed light but he couldn’t help himself. So he spent the night viewing some of your old videos which brought him to what he swears to be the best orgasm of his life. Of course he sent gracious tips and made sure to buy little items off the wishlist, mentally noting to return every Friday night. Even if it meant hiding in the bathroom from Morgan in their shared hotel room on cases. That was two months ago. 

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Just as you finished your session the phone rang signaling a case. Quickly you got in the shower and put on comfy business clothes since you usually stayed with Garcia doing extra research and taking notes. You quickly grabbed your bag and keys, making your way straight to the office. 

In the elevator you heard someone calling to keep it open. Spencer made his way in, buttoning his cardigan and adjusting his bag, quickly saying thank you. You pressed the button to the floor as you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking over Spencer was eyeing you with a confused look on his face. You were about to question him when he spoke up first. 

“I thought you had streaks in your hair”

“I did… Earlier tonight but they washed out.” He looked even more confused, then his brain put two and two together. He just realized what he had said. For a genius this wasn’t one of his brightest moments. 

You looked at him amused as a deep blush spread from his neck to the tips of his ears. There was only one way someone would know about your quick hair change: by watching your show. The door to the elevator opened and you walked out giggling as he started sputtering apologies behind you. You quickly cut him off. 

“Spence, it's alright. If you want we can talk about this later because right now you have a bad guy to catch. But may I suggest making your name something less obvious, not that I don’t love ‘magiclover187’.” He stood there mouth gaping as you patted his shoulder and walked up to the conference room to meet the rest of the team. 

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The case was one of the easier ones. Very minimal killing and the team was back by Tuesday morning, ready for a week of paperwork. Spencer had been dancing around you the whole time, he could barely keep eye contact with you and would rush to leave the room if you walked in. If he was this flushed around you with clothes on you could just imagine how much of a mess he would be when he watched you perform. Which brought an idea to your head. 

Friday rolled around and you walked over to his desk where he was nose deep in one of his Russian books. You put your hand in it to bring it down. Once he noticed it was you he was about to start with another ramble of apologies when you stopped him.

“Alright I’m tired of the awkwardness and I want my friend back,” you said with a soft smile. “Why don’t you come over tonight and we can have that talk. I’ll even order a pizza and we can watch Doctor Who.”

“Y/n are you sure? I-I mean it is um uh Friday.. And ya know you usually film,” he said as he played with his tie. 

You giggled at how nervous he was. Poor little genius didn’t know he was the only one with tricks up their sleeve. 

“It’s fine I promise. Just a night with my favorite customer,” you said winking at him. He choked and looked around to see if anyone was looking at his outburst.

“I’m kidding.. Sort of,” you trailed off. “But I mean it about you coming over. I’m going home now but I expect you there in an hour with drinks.”

With that you turned around and walked off, adding a little extra sway to your hips. Obviously that did the trick as you heard a small groan behind you. Spencer dropped his head back as he started wracking his brain to figure out how to live through the night without making a bigger fool of himself or cuming in his pants. 

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You know maybe you were evil, you thought to yourself as you put on the finishing touches to your outfit for the night. Once you got home you sped into the shower to freshen up for him to come over and get your setup ready. You were wearing a cream colored strappy bodysuit. Over it was a large cardigan, almost resembling the maroon one he owned, strange. To top it off you were wearing your glasses and your legs were adorned with your favorite thigh high socks. 

The three knocks on the door instantly made a smirk appear on your face. This might just be one of your best schemes yet. Looking through the peephole you saw Spencer gnawing on his bottom lip holding a few bottles of soda. Taking a deep breath you opened the door greeting him with all the casualty in the world. 

“Hey! I’m glad you came, come in.”

He followed you in and tried to keep his eyes above your neck, trying to act like he wasn’t getting completely hard by just your outfit.  You sat down on your couch and patted it for him to sit next to you. He took the seat and gulped not really sure what you had planned. 

“Um how long for the pizza to get here?” 

“The pizza’s not coming Spence,” you said shaking your head. “But you are.”

You leaned forward to place your hand on his on the couch. “I want you to fuck me on camera Spencer,” you said with sweet confidence, fluttering your lashes. His eyes kept flashing between your cleavage showing through the cardigan and your lips before finally landing on your eyes. He didn’t see a single hint of humor in them, nothing transparent but lust. 

He pulled his hand from under yours to place in your hair, pulling you into a heated kiss. You pushed back on his chest a bit to try and get some air. 

“Save that magic for the show,” you said as you pulled him up to lead to your bedroom. 

The camera was set at a little bit of a lower angle. The audience would just be able to see you and at most Spencer’s chest. You had made sure it was fine and even turned it on as a test so he could see what he looked like. After you got everything out of the way you hit the button to go live and instantly people started flooding in. If the bulge in his pants told you anything, it was that he was excited to be on the other side of the screen this time. 

“Hello my angels!” you said into the camera, Spencer was taken back at what was going on. After months of lusting over the young intern he was finally seeing the show in person. 

“Today I have a special guest with me. My very good friend, the Doctor,” you took his hand to pull him into frame. “He’s very excited to be here,” you said, hand moving down to palm him through his pants. 

His hand reached out and wrapped around your throat, making you look up at him. Huh. This was a new Spencer you wouldn’t mind seeing more often.

“Let's not play games princess. Or else the only thing making you cum tonight are your pathetic little fingers. Am I clear?”

You shivered at the intensity of his voice instantly trying to nod the best you could within his grip. He let go and you went back to task at hand, undoing his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers. He was long and pink. Precum already spilling out of the pretty tip, you couldn’t wait to have him in your mouth, among other places. You wasted no time in licking a broad stripe along a vein under it. His hand went to grab a handful of your hair giving it a testing tug as a warning to stop teasing. 

Your hand went to grip what couldn’t fit in your mouth but you tried your best to take him all in. You could hear the pings of tips and comments being said. Spencer could too and leaned over slightly to read them. 

“Face fuck her,” he murmured. He pulled you off of his cock and looked down into your eyes, “Is that what you want princess? Hm.” His thumb went to clean up the spit dripping down your chin before rubbing your lips. “You want me to fuck your face?”, he said in a condescendingly sweet voice. 

“Yes Doctor please! Fuck my throat.” 

“Good girl.”

Both his hands made their place nested in your hair, guiding you to his cock. He wasted no time in being brutal. Tears were leaking down your cheeks as he kept on hitting the back of your throat. Spencer was enjoying himself to the fullest letting out curses and praises at how good your mouth felt. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer and you could feel it too as he started to throb in your mouth. He then pulled you off, a trail of spit connected from your lips and his cock. 

“Such a dirty whore for me. Show everyone how messy I make you,” he took your head and made you turn to look in the camera. Comments pinged talking about how pretty you looked with mascara running and smudged lipstick. 

“Thank them and ask if you deserve to cum on my cock,” Who knew Spencer had this in him. But you were loving every second of it and put on your best pair of puppy dog eyes to beg the camera for Spencer to split you in half. And you had no shame in doing so. 

“Please let the Doctor fuck me. I’ve been such a good girl for you guys,” you pleaded into the camera. The audience was pleased with your begging as they said you deserved it for being so good. 

Spencer took his time in unbuttoning the cardigan you had on, teasingly rubbing your arms as he slipped it off. His hands then went to the bodice of it, groping your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric. 

“Ah shit doctor, please fuck me already.”

Who was he to deny you of such a thing when you asked so nicely. He pushed you back down on the silk sheets. Pulling you by your thighs to the end of the bed where he moved the thong of the bodysuit to the side and slid his cock up your folds. Lubricating it in your juices before slipping right in. You both gasped at the intrusion, his hands grabbing your hips with a force sure to leave bruises. He used the leverage to set a brutal pace, ramming his cock into you. 

Your ears were ringing from the pleasure but you could hear the constant pings of your tip box and comment section flooding. 

“Shit baby you’re so tight. Perfect little pussy squeezing me so good.” You babled off thank yous and whimpers from being so close to your climax.

 You felt Spencer stop for a second and reach over to grab something. Then you felt it. Your wand set to the highest setting placed on your clit as he started to thrust into you again. Sounds of your moans and skin slapping together filled the room along with the buzzing of the vibrator. You were sure there was going to be a noise complaint notice on your door in the morning. 

You were so close to having the bubble in your stomach burst and so was he. 

“I'm gonna cum Doctor,” you practically yelled. “Please cum inside me!”

“Cmon princess. Let me feel you let go.”

With that the knot broke and you swore you died and went to heaven. Your walls squeezing Spencer led him to his end a little after you. Thrusts faltering and groaning at the feeling of pleasure washing over him. He turned off the wand and put it to the side before slipping out of you. 

Looking into the camera you gasped at your appearance. Hair disheveled and face messy from crying in pleasure multiple times that night. Your mixed release leaking down your thigh and onto the sheets. 

There were non stop pings of people calling Spencer a lucky bastard and asking for him to come back next Friday. Spencer nodded his head over to your bathroom to get you guys something to clean up with and let you do your closing. 

“Thanks for the love tonight angels,” you said with a smile on your face, entirely blissed out. “As always the links are in the description and I’ll see you guys next Friday. Maybe I’ll talk to the Doctor about future appearances. Bye!” 

With that you fell back on your bed and closed your eyes. Your body jolted at a sudden coldness between your thighs. 

“Right sorry,” Spencer whispered.

“So where did that come from?” you looked at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he stated seriously. 

You giggled and took his hand, “Thanks for doing this with me.”

“Of course. Now why don’t you shower while I get us a pizza. For real this time.”

“Or we can shower together then call the pizza.”

He contemplated it before smiling at you, “You always have the best ideas.” 

“Don’t I know it.. Doctor.”

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl Reader PART 19

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Warnings: cursing maybe? This chapter is leading up to some big things y’all! Also, there’s a time gap. It’s been an entire year 🥹 alcohol consumption, briefly

Many many sunrises later

"Hotch, turn on your tv. Channel 54."

"The cooking channel? No."

I refused to watch anything to do with cooking shows since she'd left. I let my television schedule return to normal. Absolutely minimal unless Jack wanted to watch something.

"I'm serious. You'll thank me later."

Dave was already ending the call, so I humored him, flipping to the forbidden channel to take a small peek at whatever Dave wanted me to see.

"We're here at The Pink Palace, the bed and breakfast hotspot of the summer! This place has it all, folks! A spa on site, complete with hot tubs, pools, and a gym which is all available to use during your stay."

There was a montage of scenery, from a spiral garden maze to the massive spa with a public and private pool, Y/n's house was hardly recognizable.

"That's right, we're here with the owner who is completely booked for the summer season, but the restaurant here is open to the public year round. Let's take a look at some of the summer specials coming up for the season!"

And there she was, tan and glowing, doing an interview like she'd been coached to perfection. I couldn't believe my eyes. In a years time, she'd completely flipped her life around. I was calling Dave back, dumbfounded.

"Did you know?"

"I helped with the menu, Hotch."

I shook my head, rummaging through my closet for something nicer than usual to wear.

"Want to catch dinner there tonight?"

He chuckled, silence filling the line as he contemplated my offer.

"I suppose I could call and see if she has a table for 2 available for 6."

3 hours. I could wait three hours.

I hadn't seen her since that morning at the hotel. Sure, Penelope mentioned her sometimes, but she offered no real details about the last year of her absence.

"What should I wear?"

"She was expecting this, you know." Rossi's voice cut through my reminiscent thoughts, and I should have known. I hadn't moved on. I wouldn't. She was it for me, and when she left, I returned to my shell.

She blossomed without me. She found her whole life in a year, who she wanted to be and what she wanted to do. I was curious as to when she made the decision, and why. Honestly, I just wanted a glimpse of who she was in real life now, and not on the goddamn television.

"I'll be ready at 5."

"We can take a tour of the place. I know the owner."

✨✨✨

"I asked for peonies, Clarice. Why are you in my face with lillies?"

Clarice had a permanent scowl on her face as she buzzed around the dining room, trying tirelessly to swap bouquets around as you made your annoyance known. You wanted opening night to be perfect. After the camera crews left for the day, you did a quick outfit change; a deep cut baby pink dress with big puffy sleeves and matching pink shoes. It was the same color as the house, and the flowers you'd ordered specifically for this occasion.

"They delivered these too. What do I do with them, dear? Send them to the spa? It could use some sprucing," she said optimistically, waiting for your approval. You told her whatever she wanted to do was fine and took a peek at the crowd forming outside the restaurant. They were mostly reporters, all waiting on the cutting of the ceremonial ribbon for photos to commemorate your little slice of Victorian history that would now live on forever.

Who you had hoped to see in the crowd was waiting patiently with Dave, and that made your heart skip a beat before you composed yourself. It had only been a year, but you promised yourself if he showed up wanting to talk, you would listen.

"4:55, dear. Want to head out there? You'll do wonderful, I just know it."

Your relationship with Clarice had taken a dramatic turn since you started the Pink Palace. Now that your life had direction, without your internet career to keep her bitter, she was much more tolerable. In fact, she'd been your number one supporter throughout the entire process, helping you with permits, contracts, and interior decoration.

"I'm heading that way. Wish me luck."

"I would, but you don't need it."

✨✨✨

Her dress fit her body like it was tailored just for her. She hadn't changed much in a years time, but the subtle differences were there. Her hair was a bit longer, skin shiner from the glow of the radiant sun. She looked like she hadn't missed a sunrise in her life.

She kept her speech short and sweet before cutting the pink ribbon and letting in the horde that had gathered out front. Once she had the line and host stand situated and flowing smoothly, she was making her way towards Dave and me.

"I'm glad you guys could come," she sounded genuinely happy to see us, and I was overjoyed to see her. It had been too long. After she left, she'd changed her phone number, any trace of her was gone and I had no one to blame but myself. I didn't even see her moving her stuff. It was like one day she was in my bed and then poof—gone. I spent the first week so drunk I couldn't walk, canceling plans and reservations I'd made for us when reality set in that she was, in fact, gone. I knew I deserved to feel like shit; it was a more than massive lie. But with her here now, smiling at me like she wanted to reach out and hug me, I felt a strange shift in the universe.

"This is all incredible. You've done an amazing job," I told her, my cheeks sore from the dopey grin I wore. The harder I smiled, the more she turned her body towards me and away from the crowd.

"Thank you. Dave helped. Clarice and a team of others too. Denise handles all of my public appearances, so there's a lot of credit due," she replied, cheeks heating up at my words. Cute girl. She was blushing like crazy.

"Don't be so humble. Her mansion is right across the field from mine," Dave bragged about his new neighbor and she rolled her eyes playfully, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Mine isn't nearly as impressive, and I have Clarice to thank. It was a gift for getting my business degree. I actually had the business license and the permits before I had the degree, but I managed to get it in like, ten months."

She'd been on a roll since she left, and I couldn't have been more proud of her. She was the true definition of success and it quite literally dripped from her aura.

"I told you, when you decide what you want, it'll all fall into place."

She nodded at Dave's statement before she directed her attention towards me.

"Come find me after dinner and I'll give you guys a tour," she said, giving us a small wave as Clarice pulled her towards a flock of reporters. We were seated and I marveled over it all, sitting down and letting the reality sink in that she'd made all of this possible.

"She's incredible," I muttered, watching her answer question after question, a dazzling smile never leaving her face. Occasionally she'd glance in my direction and I let her catch me staring. I wanted her to know everyone, including me, thought she was the star of the show. I couldn't take my eyes off her, gravitating towards her throughout the duration of our meal. No matter how interesting the conversation with Dave was, I'd spot her in the crowd and like a magnet, I'd get stuck on watching her.

"Well, that was exquisite. But I'm skipping the tour. I think you two have a lot could catch up on."

He paid the tab and I sat for a moment before going to the bar, grabbing two glasses of her favorite wine and taking one last deep breath. I knew exactly where she was, and she'd just excused herself from the conversation she was in as if she had been waiting for me all along. I wasn't sure what to expect from her; she clearly wanted to see me on what was am enormous night for her career, and that was special.

If she planned to be rude, reject me again, the smile on her face as I made my way to her gave no indication. It was like no time had passed, and my tunnel vision was blinding as her satin dress clung to her body gorgeously.

"Hi," I barely heard her over the chatter of the full dining room, everyone laughing, enjoying the one of a kind experience she had to offer. She accepted my glass gratefully, clinking her own against mine before she took a satisfying sip.

"Hi."

Just like that, I didn't know what to say. She sucked the wind out of me and all of my vocabulary along with it. Everything came rushing back all at once, the nostalgia enough to nearly knock me over. I knew she felt it too by the way she clutched her glass with both hands, as if to ground herself. Gravity had a way of pulling and tugging us back together, and I prayed that was the direction gravity had planned for us.

"Now that you're here, I'm not sure what to say, Aaron."

I nodded, taking another sip of my wine. I was nervous, terrified. My brain was buzzing with a million racing thoughts. I wanted to apologize but I didn't want to dampen her evening with sadness. I wanted the entire night to be about the recognition she deserved.

"We don't have to talk about anything. But I would like a tour, if the offer is still open."

She nodded, offering me her arm. I hooked mine through it and let her show me everything, from the garden that they used for the dishes in the restaurant to the massive spa and the areas she hoped to expand on. She showed me blueprints and schematics in her bright pink office, and let me see the entire bed and breakfast. Each room was completely unique, offering an individual experience every time you stayed. She had plans to expand it too; eventually turning into a hotel that could accommodate up to 300 people comfortably. Clarice would call her if any issues arose, but the night had went smooth and mostly quiet. It was nearly time for the sun to set. We could see it through the giant bay window in her office.

"How does it feel to have a segment right before James Ricci?"

"He, uh... He came here, actually. Last week. Dave and I finalized the menu Monday and he helped."

I'm sure I looked as stunned as I felt. She'd managed to get everything she ever wanted and I missed it all.

"How was it? How did you feel for your childhood favorite to be in your own restaurant?"

She was leaning on the edge of her desk and I was right in front of her, staring up at her like a lovestruck fool.

"You were the first person I wanted to call and tell about it. But it's been a long time. I didn't want to just call—"

"You can though, you can call me whenever you feel like it. I've gotten a lot better about answering the phone."

She gave me a sad, soft smile before releasing a shaky breath.

"I didn't think I'd have to do this because I didn't think you would come. I promised myself if you showed up, we would talk—if you want to talk to me."

"You want to talk to me about something else?"

She nodded, her lip pulled between her teeth in frustration. It shouldn't have been so erotic to me, but it was.

"I do. But not here. Do you have plans later? I have to make sure everything goes as planned here tonight but if you'll be up later..."

I'd be around at 2 AM if that's when she wanted me to meet with her.

"Just tell me when and where."

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i just read your entire hotch x cam girl and pls i beg you to finish it i need them to have a happily ever after

OMG yes I swear it’s not abandoned!!!!! I am working on a fic rn and when I finish it my next goal is to finish the cam girl fic! I have a lot of good ideas and there will be some drama before it all ends but I PROMISE U ima finish it 😂😂

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The next couple chapters of Plastic Doll aka Hotch x Camgirl are a wild ride lmaooo I hope you guys are ready. Updating that & Home on Monday

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Thanks to @superskittles THE CAMGIRL FIC HAS A NAME I REPEAT CAMGIRL FIC HAS A NAME NOW

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I could request the double life of the reader, one as an agent and the other as a camgirl. Hotchner is a follower but they won't realize it until they travel on a case to an area where it's hot and they see a familiar brand.

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It's You | Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner

introducing--

The Secrets We Keep (a Bunny and Clyde story) - Part One

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Aaron Hotchner x BAU/cam girl f!Reader

Words: 3k

CW: mutual masturbation, sex work (is real work), power imbalance/play.

Tags/warnings: master!hotch, reader works at the bau and is a secret cam girl, hotch is a customer, pet names (bunny, sweet girl), perv!hotch, mutual masturbation, hotch being a little mean.

a/n: yes, oh god yes will this become something I can already taste it. catch me writing another insanely long D/s series about these two because I AM IN LOVE.

Disclaimer: YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY WRITING ANYWHERE ELSE WITHOUT MY CONSENT. REBLOGS ARE ENCOURAGED THOUGH. YOU MAY NOT FEED MY WORK TO ANY AI DATABASES OF ANY KIND OR TO USE MY WORKS TO TRAIN AI. FUCK AI.

The first time that he noticed a similarity he thought he’d officially lost his mind. 

Maybe the sleep deprivation, insurmountable amounts of stress he was under, and the fact that he had yet to have his morning coffee were all working in tandem against him. 

It had been a complete accident. You’d been walking towards your desk in the morning, in a foul mood and you didn’t care who saw it. You’d set your bag down on the wooden counter but accidentally miscalculated how close you were to it and slammed your foot into the metal leg that separated them.

A yelp escaped your lips, high pitched, painful, sexual. His ears had perked up immediately, his brows scrunching together as he tried to remember where he’d heard that sound before. Realization struck him like a truck running him against a brick wall. 

No, there was no way, his brain was being absurd, he was being absurd.   

The day wrapped him up in a tornado of meetings and he’d almost forgotten about the incident earlier in the day, but then he received a notification late at night, after he’d returned home from a long day at the office. She was online, his favorite, perfect girl. 

Aaron had never been one for porn, never really saw the appeal of overly produced, almost veering on fake sexual content. He’d met his wife in high school, he was never in need of searching for something that he already had. 

But after Haley passed away and he became increasingly frustrated with the idea of having to put himself out there and date someone else to get the intimacy that he desired, he’d bitten the bullet and signed up for one of the many sites that Morgan had not so subtly been recommending for the past few months. 

To think that his colleague could tell he was so sexually frustrated to the point that he’d began dropping hints about it had made him more embarrassed than signing up for the site. 

The first few times that he used the site were…interesting. Getting past that wall of righteousness he’d put up around himself was difficult. He wanted, no, needed release, craved it in a way he’d never felt before. 

He’d go from stream to stream, curious, trying to keep an open mind. But nothing really spoke to him, nothing really made him excited to engage, to stay longer than a few minutes, to touch himself. 

And then he’d found her, bouncingbunny1, or Bunny as she went by for the customers that paid enough to be in her inner circle. 

She was beautiful in that girl next door who was secretly naughty way that he hadn’t realized he was so attracted to. Always clad in delicate pink lingerie, never showing her face, even when he’d finally gotten over his fear and paid for a private session.

It was easy to fantasize, easy to let himself go and allow the soft cadence of her voice, the filthy sounds of her moans as she touched herself for his pleasure and his pleasure only, making him come undone in minutes. 

He’d learned something dangerous about himself then, a desperate need to dominate, to control, to have power over someone in such an intimate way. Watching this delicate woman come undone by his orders, his commands, his instructions on how he wanted her to pleasure herself was more satisfying than anything he’d experienced before.

Now, months later, he could confidently accept that this had been one of the best decisions he’d ever made. Sure, he spent as much money on her as he did on rent every month, but it was honestly worth it. He had an insurmountable amount of access, she’d told him as much on their nightly conversations. 

It wasn’t just about release anymore. He found himself talking to her, texting and calling, whenever she was online and he needed her. There had been a few instances where they’d closed a particularly tough case and all he needed was to hear her voice, but she was unavailable. 

But she made up for it with messages filled with those silly kissing face emojis, telling him that she’d make it up to him later that night. And he never questioned it, never even found it odd that sometimes those moments happened to coincide with them being stuck on the jet or pulling a late night of paperwork at the office. 

He had no reason to think anything of it, no reason to ever even begin to think of the possibility that it was you…that it could ever be you on the other side of his screen. You, his subordinate, his teammate, his friend who he adored and cherished and thanked the universe every day for your patience, kindness, love.

Even with the slightest possibility, the smallest sliver that it could be you—

user1102: Bunny.

bouncingbunny1: hiiiiii Master 🤭🥰🩷💖😚

user1102: Can we play?

Bouncingbunny1: yes sir

He smirked to himself, immediately calling. He never showed his face or his body. The only indication that he was real was through what he allowed you to hear. That was another thing that he’d noticed about himself, how deep and sharp his voice could get when he allowed himself to be free. 

You answered the call immediately. You knew he didn’t like to be kept waiting and you couldn’t contain your excitement every time he called you. He was the only reason you were still doing this, even after finishing college (debt free), after getting through the academy and getting the job you’d been desperately working towards all your adult life – he had come in and kept you wrapped up in his orbit. 

You’d started working at the BAU almost a year ago. They were down an agent and you’d been brought in to train for the position. The transition had been stressful, something that you were accounting for but not to this degree. 

You had taken a break from camming in preparation for the adjustment period, taking your time to see if you would even want to return to it or if it was a closed chapter in your book. 

But you’d returned home one night after a particularly grueling case, with so much pent up energy, so much bratty energy that the only way that you knew how to get it out in a healthy way was to put on a show. 

You’d spent the next few hours with your bluetooth vibrator inside you, a pretty baby blue lingerie set over it, cumming over and over and over and over again as the people watching paid to make the device go faster and faster and faster.

That’s when you first met him, user1102. After the first hour was up and you were practically hanging on to your couch for dear life, he’d told you he’d pay five hundred dollars if you took a break, if you drank a full glass of water for him on camera to show him you were taking care of yourself. 

And so you did, everyone else in the chat respecting the decision, albeit annoying as it was, since they all understood that money spoke volumes and they were not in the market to try and outbid whoever he was.

You didn’t recognize him from your usual clients which meant that this was the first time he was seeing you, and what a night to start indeed. He kept coming back after that, every time that you were able to find the time or needed to find release, to clear your mind of the day’s events. 

He was always a big tipper, an even bigger flirt, always made sure to send public and private messages while you played live, always said hello and goodbye. 

You’d squealed loudly when he finally requested a private session and made sure you looked extra good for him. He was perfect, even if you had no idea what he looked like, and these sessions became more and more frequent to the point that you’d almost stopped performing for other people.  

You were sitting in front of your couch on the cold wood floor, a fluffy towel under you. He could see a few toys off camera and a large water bottle that he’d gotten you next to them, clearly just in frame for him.

“Hi bunny,” he groaned, his hand already wrapped around his cock. 

“Hi Master,” you whimpered, already feeling spacey and out of it. It was always like this with him, easy to slip, to submit, to simply allow your brain to think about following his instructions. 

“Someone’s eager,” he mocked and you immediately knew what he was talking about. It was crazy to think that you were so attuned to him, to where his mind was. It filled you with warmth every time that you could anticipate his thoughts, his needs, his desires. 

“Prepared,” you whined, offended. “I always make a mess when we play and I’m tired of having to mop my floor.”

He chuckled, hand tightening around himself. He never had to work to get hard when he spoke with you, the mere thought of getting to play, as you liked to call it, enough to get him going. 

That’s when he noticed it, a small band aid on the side of your foot. 

“What happened to your foot, sweet girl?” he asked, his heart beating uncomfortably fast, blood practically shooting up to his ears and his cock. 

“Oh…” you started, a little afraid that he’d punish you for not being careful. “I bumped it against a chair today.”

He came harder than he’d ever had that night just by the mere thought that you were the one letting out those addicting noises, that you were the one coming undone because of him, that you were the one writhing, shaking, panting, so completely at his mercy that you’d quite literally do anything for him. 

You were in god awful, swampy Florida. The summer sun was unforgiving, the cozy, long sleeve you had chosen for what you believed would be a long day at the office doing paperwork was definitely the worst clothing choice as the humidity practically clung to your body. 

You wanted to scream, wanted to punch something, wanted to take it off and not worry about flaunting your practically naked breasts to everyone around you. Anything to get rid of the burning heat that trapped your body. 

You were practically a walking puddle when you made it back to the station, practically bolting to the bathroom in a cloud of smoke. Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle, he’d been teasing you about it all afternoon, especially after he’d urged you to change and you had refused because you were sure you’d be staying inside with Reid in the comfort of the air conditioned building.

Aaron couldn’t help but notice your mood. You weren’t normally this grumpy. You were usually the one making sure he stopped frowning. He gave you a moment and then followed behind swiftly. 

You stepped into the women’s bathroom and immediately pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it aggressively over the sink. You stood there, heaving, allowing the cold air to seep into your body, to have it calm you down, ground you. 

Aaron was about to knock when he saw the door slightly ajar and he immediately stilled, his eyes landing on your topless body. It was too similar, you were too similar, his brain now desperately trying to find similarities between you and her. 

You were wearing a cupless white lace bra, one that he could’ve sworn he’d bought you only a few days prior. You hadn’t worn it yet, at least not to his knowledge, which meant you must’ve just gotten it in the mail. 

It was overwhelming to say the least. He couldn’t continue going on like this. He needed to know. 

He pulled out his phone, discreetly lingering outside of the women’s bathroom, always glancing around to make sure no one could see him. 

user1102: Bunny, I need you.

The second his thumb pressed send his gaze shot up to you once more, waiting to see your reaction. As much as his Bunny would sometimes tell him that she couldn’t play right that second, she’d always, without fail, answer his messages within seconds. 

He could see your attention shift from the mirror in front of you to your phone for a second as you slid your new shirt over yourself. His gaze sharpened, his cock twitched in anticipation, his breathing hitched. 

But instead you pressed one key and brought the device up to your ear, your soft, steady voice muffled by the distance between you. He sighed deeply, in defeat as he looked back down at his phone, his message unanswered. 

“Are you okay?” he almost jerked back as he heard you address him, concern lacing your voice. You were right beside him then, those round, doe eyes of yours that he loved so much wide and worried. 

He could simply nod, enough to satisfy you and yet not give you even an ounce of understanding into what was really going on. 

You all made it to the hotel later that night. He had quickly checked you all in since you were all about to drop. It had been a very long day to say the least and all you really wanted was to take an ice cold shower and go to sleep. 

“Alright,” he addressed the group. “Rossi, room 702, Reid and Morgan, room 705, JJ, room 806, Emily and–” his eyes met yours and he immediately lost his train of thought for a second before he handed the key cards to the raven haired woman beside you. “Room 807.”

He stepped back. “I’ll be down in room 604 if anyone needs anything. Back at the lobby at seven.”

With that you all shuffled towards the elevators, like a horde of zombies. You had been true to your word, practically cold plunging yourself in the shower and proceeding to put on some shorts and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. 

Emily took the shower after you were done, your plan being to throw yourself on the bed and pass out immediately. But as luck would have it, your stomach practically screamed at you to feed it. 

You sighed deeply, crossing the room to see if room service was still open at the late hour only to realize it had just closed. You groaned in annoyance, the brat peeking through, your body starting to crave a different type of relief. 

Luckily there was a vending machine down on the sixth floor, so that’s where you found yourself, irritatingly making the trek down. The elevator doors opened directly into the hall with the vending machine and you practically came face to face with an equally tired Aaron, clad in his own gray shirt and loose pajama pants. 

You bit down on your lip, approaching him slowly. He saw you the second the elevator doors opened and it made him angry that he just knew it was you. There was something so specific about the air whenever you were around, it always felt lighter, smelled sweeter. 

“Hungry?” he asked as you approached and you nodded. 

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” you replied and he leaned down to pick up the prepackaged sandwich he’d just gotten for himself. 

Your hand wrapped itself around the almost phallic, plastic wrapped item, his gaze slowly falling down your body until it landed on your chest. To say he visibly tensed up was an understatement. 

You frowned immediately, stepping forward, into his personal space, your own eyes searching for his but they were glued to your shirt. You looked down at yourself, concerned that maybe there was something on it that had offended him. It was rowdy, but nothing to write home about which only confused you further. 

“My college friends used to be in a band,” you explained, trying to lighten the mood. “They made like three of these shirts,” you laughed, clearly remembering fond memories. “Anyway, it’s silly and stupid, I know, but I still have it.”

He knew, he knew all of that, because he’d once called her– you while you were still in your pajamas, wearing that very specific shirt. You’d told him that same story, with a few more details of course, but still.

There was no denying it now, no way to twist the truth, no way to unknow what he now knew for certain.

His own hand pulled on the sandwich and your frown only deepened, as if the gesture itself had cut you so deep, had broken your heart so painfully. 

“It’s…uh– option three, sorry, I have to…” he was down the hall in record time, his heart pounding, his cock practically rock hard against his abdomen. He needed to calm down, needed to take a minute to compose himself, needed to get back to grab his phone so that he could—

user1102: Come to my room. 

The message confused you even more than Aaron just had. You were in no mood to deal with anyone, even the man you had made you feel more alive than you had in years. That’s when you noticed you hadn’t replied to him earlier, but whatever guilt you were feeling quickly washed away as anger settled in.

Who the fuck did they both think they were?

bouncingbunny1: ???

user1102: 604

The color drained from your face in an instant. No, it couldn’t be. There was no way, your brain was being absurd, you were being absurd. 

user1102: Now, bunny.

You gulped loudly, shaky legs somehow managing to lift carry down the hall. The bright light of the hallways almost sobering you up. Were you seriously about to do this?

At worst you walked over to his door, knocked and he stared at you confused and you’d just have to live with the embarrassment of coming up with a lie. At best…at best he opened the door and dragged you into his room, pressed his lips to yours, and finally gave you the satisfaction of fucking ruining you like you’d wanted your boss and user1102 to do for so long. 

You didn’t even get to lift your hand to knock on the door before it swung open aggressively and he stepped into your personal space, his tall, broad frame towering over you. 

“Oh, bunny,” he hummed. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to go looking for the big bad wolf?”

“No, Master.”

this was TOO SATISFYING TO WRITE I LOVE IT SO MUCH. it was crazy to go from soft boy mr. hotchner to just...insanity and power and control and i love how this turned out.

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I felt just like Y/N on Saturday when I saw this. You’d have to read the Hotch x Camgirl fic to know. I swear I’ll update soon buuuuut I just had to show y’all

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl Reader PART 1

This is 18+ bc smut, so minors please DNI!!!

Warnings for this series: does include formalized s*x work(cam girl obviously) cursing, alcohol, sex, duh, mentions of cases at the BAU, crime, drama, shy Hotch 🥺 if I missed anything let me know please 💕

Word count: 3K. I plan to make this fic a little longer so I’ll be making the chapters a bit shorter but hopefully updating more often.

I still haven’t chosen a name for this fic (go figure) but if anyone has any suggestions i am all ears 😂

Ily guys. This is a little more positive than Home has been lately 😂. Please let me know what you think so far! If it does well I may double update 😬💕

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You stood firm by the statement that there was nothing more important than a good morning ritual.

Over the years, teaching yourself how to be confident had become part of your daily routine, and after endless nights and long hours, you'd finally perfected your ritual.

5:30 AM

"I'm no-one's wife but OH, I LOVE MY LIFE, and all that jaaaaaaazz!!!!"

And it was true, you loved your life. It was lonely, but it was good. You were the best company you knew, and evenings alone blanketed by the warmth of white wine in front of your web cam were what you preferred.

You were sure your neighbor probably thought you were insane at this point. Every morning you'd let your phone find a show tune for you to sing dramatically in the shower. You were a firm believer in shuffle, letting the universe decide what you'd sing for the man you shared a wall with. If he cared at all, he didn't complain. Sometimes you thought you even heard him applauding after your performances, but you chalked that up to your imagination.

One of the perks of waking up before the sun is having the entire morning to yourself. After you showered and did your skin care, you'd sit on the balcony, always sliding the door a little louder than you should at 6 AM in hopes it would lure the mystery man next door outside. You'd been trying for two straight months, and nothing.

You were sure he'd heard the rumors about how you were able to afford such an expensive place on the "nice" side of town, but you knew how hard you worked, and the power that it took you to get there. You didn't care what anyone said, you were the star of your own show every single night, with fans all over the globe.

All the more reason to clack around in expensive clothes, and leave gifts from your many admirers lying in the hall for them to gawk at.

Here's something to talk about, bitches.

The fun part was, most nights you didn't even have to be naked. You'd made an emotional connection with a lot of the men that watched you regularly. You knew all about them, and they knew what you created about yourself to share with them.

They talked, tipped generously, you listened and gave them your take. It was the perfect scenario. Sure, in private chats things got a bit more heated, but they were strangers behind a username.

You felt like the ringleader in a circus, working the crowd with a subtle bite of your plump lips, just the teeniest amount of cleavage, making the men fall to their knees. And some of them fell. Hard. Those men, the single, 30-something divorcees that we're paying your bills and funding your lifestyle. You'd even consider yourself friends with one or two of them.

You sipped your coffee, a disappointed sigh slipping past your lips. Your table for one gave the optimal view of your neighbors own balcony, and it looked like another morning with no sign of him.

There's always tomorrow.

Journaling was a huge part of your life, and what you spent every morning doing while you waited on the sun to rise. You'd transfer your thoughts to paper, whatever it may be. You gave yourself no boundaries and zero judgement, your true self escaping onto the pages of your comedically fuzzy pink diary.

Today you were fixated on your enigmatic neighbor, dedicating an entire entry to him. In your diary, you'd given him the title of Secret Spy Neighbor, placing a golden star sticker next to where you'd drawn a little stick figure man.

Main characters always get gold stars, and even though you didn't know him, you lived next to him, and that made him a main character by default. You got lost in creating a double life for him, your imagination running wild at all the possibilities of who he could be. By the time the sun was creeping over the skyline, you'd filled three pages with fairy tales about your neighbor, content with the ending as you waited for the magic to happen.

Sunrises were a sign from the universe that the day was meant for you, so you refused to miss them. Weather permitting, you hadn't missed a sunrise in months. That was your indication that it was time to get the day rolling.

Your closet used to be one of the spare bedrooms, but you didn't have guests often, so you'd transformed it into every teenage girls dream over time. Shelves of shoes, handbags, jewelry and more lined the walls from floor to ceiling.

You slid off your robe and changed into your running clothes. You hadn't really planned to run today, but a walk in the park sounded incredible, so you took off, headphones in your ear as you hung a right out of the building.

8 AM

Other than the occasional runner, the park was empty. The weather was nearly perfect, the wildflowers in bloom all over. You made a few laps around, enjoying the scenery and listening to your music. As the song shifted, a hand tapped at your back, and you yanked out your earbuds in response. When you turned, you were met by a man that towered over you, a pair of chocolate brown eyes meeting yours.

"It's not safe to run with headphones in," he said softly, nodding towards the earbuds in your hand. You smiled in response, quickly shoving them in your pocket and thanking him.

"I usually don't even keep them in, I must have gotten distracted by the flowers and forgotten to take them out," you chuckled, the lines on his face softening at the sound. You finally had a minute to take him in, with his broad shoulders and biceps that filled out the sleeves of his shirt deliciously. He was older, maybe 40 if you had to guess, but very obviously fit.

"You look familiar," he said finally, eyeing you up and down, his lips pulled in a tight line across his face. You extended your hand and introduced yourself, unsure of where he might've met you.

"I'm Aaron," he told you, his voice so deep it rumbled through you. He stared a moment longer, trying to ponder where he may have seen you before. "I don't think I recognize your name."

You shrugged, knowing plenty of people everywhere knew your face, but you'd never willingly offer where they may have seen you. He was polite enough, and you cursed yourself silently for not asking for his number before he got a phone call and took off in the direction of the parking lot. You knew today would be for you, and running into a very handsome stranger was the worlds way of proving it.

✨✨✨

You loved the sunrise, but the moon surpassed it by far. You'd already finished your set for the evening, chatting with the usual crowd for a bit before doing a private. Occasionally it was someone new, but there was one that watched you consistently that only wanted to talk, even in private. He'd keep you for as long as you'd let him, and you really didn't mind the company. He genuinely enjoyed the conversations he had with you, and you couldn't recall a time he'd ever asked to see you naked. He'd seen videos you'd made, but he'd not asked explicitly.

You wrote about him a lot in your journal, often wondering if he was okay. He didn't seem like the type to have a lot of friends, so you assumed you might be one of the only people he actually spoke to. Even though you hadn't heard his voice, you'd read his words. He was sincere and warm, but manly and level-headed at the same time. You thought about if he'd care that you wrote about him in your diary like a school girl, but something told you that he'd blush at the thought, and that filled you with glee.

He always says, "Keep yourself safe." He doesn't ever say goodbye. I hope he's staying safe too. Whoever he is.

For a bit of dramatic flare, you put his username at the top of the page, a little pink heart sticker next to the word Hotch.

Normally when you finished your journaling for the night, you went straight to bed. Instead you grabbed your laptop, your chat icon still showing that you were online. You didn't normally message anyone first, but these weren't normal circumstances.

I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight

You inhaled sharply when you saw that he was typing.

Hotch: Shouldn't you be in bed, sweetheart?

Not yet. Couldn't sleep. Wanted to make sure you were okay.

Hotch: Why wouldn't I be?

You hoped you hadn't crossed a line and irritated him, fingers hovering over the keyboard as you struggled to answer his question. You didn't have a definitive response, only what you felt in your heart, and you couldn't very well tell him that.

Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you

Hotch: And I'm thinking of you.

I'm glad I have your attention.

Hotch: You're the only one that does.

✨✨✨

Aaron

She was right in front of me. How had I not recognized her? I didn't know she even lived in the same city, let alone close enough for me to run into. We talked almost every night that I wasn't away on a case, and we had been for longer than I cared to admit. I hadn't even made the connection that it was her until a call from Rossi pulled me away from her. I sat in my car and watched her for a moment, absolutely dumbfounded.

I'd seen her naked, and she had no clue who I was. I had planned to talk to her, explain how I knew her, but my nerves got the best of me. It wasn't until she messaged me on her own time that I debated speaking to her in person. It kept me up nearly all night, my brain reeling with different scenarios of what may happen. By the time I fell asleep, I'd decided to leave it be. I didn't want to disappoint her.

A recent promotion had landed me a job that kept me in an office instead of the field, profiling for research instead of on cases. I didn't mind it, especially considering I'd be home more. It would give me time to have a normal life, and spend time with my son.

I had been finishing up my last report of the day when my phone buzzed, realizing it was Y/N. I groaned at the thought of being the only person to know her real name. Everyone else called her Baby.

Y/N: Hope you're having a good day

I am now. Can we talk later?

Y/N: You decide when. Im not getting on for anyone else tonight

I'd debated asking if she knew we'd ran into each other, but I shook it off, knowing it was impossible.

Does 7 work for you?

Y/N: Perfect.

She went live a couple times a week, which was always a treat. But there was nothing like having her one-on-one, listening to her talk about things she'd never mention to her group following. I worried that she'd be hard to connect with, but despite the age gap and my anonymity, she was an incredible listener, genuine, passionate. She knew I was 39, and she knew I was a single parent; neither of those things bothered her.

I'd never finished my work so quick, showering and changing clothes. I got comfortable, knowing I'd be in for the evening. With my laptop in my lap and a glass of liquor, I watched her image fill my screen. She had her hair pushed back with a headband, her usual attire being replaced with a pair of pink pajama shorts and a shirt that left the bottom half of her torso exposed.

I slammed the rest of my scotch, feeling braver than I had before with her, unmuting my mic for the first time instead of typing.

"This is a pleasant change," I said, steadying my voice. I was nervous, more than that. I was petrified.

"You're telling me! You've been holding out, I've never heard your voice before," she giggled, her back against a bright pink headboard that I didn't recognize from any of her other videos. Pink was obviously her favorite color, I'd gathered that much.

"If you prefer it, I'll talk to you like this from now on," I offered, and she nodded furiously, readjusting her camera as she leaned on her side into a pillow.

"I'd like that. You'd make a killing in the phone sex industry," she said seriously, and it was my turn to laugh. She made me feel so comfortable that I wanted to turn my camera on too, but refrained.

"Then I wouldn't have time to talk to you," I countered, and she hummed in response.

"I'd be pretty upset if you didn't make time for me," she whispered, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. It might not have been intentional, but it shot sparks through me anyway.

"I always have time for you," I wanted to feel guilty about sliding my hand below the waistband of my boxers, but it was no use. My hand was already wrapped around my length, stroking lazily as I watched her. I'd never touched myself while I was talking to her. I'd always wait until after, reading through our chats long after she'd logged off, or watching videos she'd made of herself and uploaded to her page.

She was fidgeting with the string on her shorts, twirling them between her dainty fingers absentmindedly as she talked to me.

"I've thought about you a lot since last night," she admitted with a sigh, propping up on her elbow. She seemed conflicted about it, almost hesitant to tell me.

"Tell me why," I urged, shedding my t-shirt, shamelessly fucking my hand at the sight of her.

"I don't know. You're mysterious, and intelligent, and I wrote about you in my diary last night," she confessed, laughing lightly. She was so fucking cute, nose and cheeks red with embarrassment. She made fantasies come to real life for her patrons, and she was writing in her diary about me?

"I love that," I hissed, dangerously close to finishing already. My brain was bursting with ideas about what she could have possibly written.

"I just realized there's a lot I don't know about you, but I want to," she continued, and I felt the pressure that had been building under my palm finally burst. I shuddered as quietly as I could, trying to stay focused on her words.

"I'd tell you anything you want to know," I said finally, her pouty lips turning into a smirk.

"Tell me about your life, what do you do for fun?" She was on her back, eyes trained on the ceiling.

"I'm a workaholic, you wouldn't like me in real life," I muttered, and she snapped her head back towards the screen.

"That's not true," she argued, offended that I'd even suggested it. Our lives were vastly different in comparison. Mine was dark, bleak. Hers was pink.

"Your turn, tell me something now."

She thought for a minute, clicking her tongue.

"I've never had an orgasm on camera," she hid her face with her hands, snickering like mad.

"Dirty girl. Never? I always wondered," I said, and she shrugged in response.

"If I'm horny, I'll cum after. But never on camera."

My skin was on fire at her words, and I'm sure that wasn't her intention, but she made me sweat regardless.

"You put a lot of effort into what you do," I observed, and it was true. She was dedicated, and she put a lot of time into remembering her regulars, and all the small details we shared with her about our daily lives. A small part of me wanted to believe I was her favorite.

"I like to think of it as putting on a show, like Broadway or something," she joked, but she wasn't far off. She definitely knew how to wow the crowd.

"As long as you remember you don't have to act all the time," I reminded her. She softened, her eyes closing for just a second.

"I know, I'm not acting now. I've never had to act with you," she breathed, and I was momentarily stunned at her confession.

"Don't," I said flatly, dangerously aware of the fact that she was indeed off script, and I may have been the only person to truly see her in a long time. I sat up straight, on high alert until I remembered she couldn't see me. I felt vulnerable, powerless. I hated it.

Hearing her say anything that involved being interested in me beyond a username on a website would make things too real. Sure, I'd moved on after my divorce, but the idea of having to meet Y/N made me dizzy.

She was sitting up too, pulling her knees to her chest.

"It's true," she defended, and I shook my head, brow pulled together in confusion.

"I don't know if I believe you."

She sighed, disappearing from my view. I could hear her running water in the background before she appeared again.

"You don't have to believe me. I'm gonna go, okay? I need a shower."

"Wait," I wasn't sure what I was going to say, but I didn't want her to hang up, not yet.

"Can I send you my number?"

She smiled, her nose scrunching up like a child.

"Yes. Definitely."

I tried to fight back a smile, but I couldn't help it. Id postpone meeting her as long as I could, until I worked up the courage. I typed my number in the chat in a blur, watching as she typed it into her phone carefully. She sent a single word: her real name.

"You don't have to believe me," she said, yawning as she slid her legs under her comforter, keeping her laptop next to her as she cozied in. "But you're the only one who'll ever know my name."

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Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl!Reader PART 11

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Warnings for this series: does include formalized s*x work(cam girl obviously, & other forms also) exhibitionism!! Smut obviously throughout the series Word count: 2.4k

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"I'm covered in flour, what step is this?" You'd warned Aaron that cooking with you could get messy, but you hadn't warned him that you'd take any opportunity you could to smudge flour on his cheek or leave a white handprint on his dark shirt.

"Step 4. Are you paying attention? Complaining is step 6, you're getting ahead of yourself."

His arms were around your waist as you spread your risen dough into your pizza pan, smoothing it around the edges for a perfectly thick crust. He'd mostly just watched, but occasionally you'd give him something to do. You enjoyed having him near more than any help he could offer.

"You're really good at this," he whispered against your hair as you finished spreading the sauce, cheese and toppings on. He plucked off an olive, popping it in his mouth before grabbing the pan and sitting it in the oven. You set the timer, following him to the couch to find something to watch.

"National Treasure is on," he adjusted the volume and let you sit, resting his head across your lap once you were comfortable. If he was interested enough to watch a movie, that's how he preferred to do it, your hands weaving through his hair, always in your lap.

He was at ease around you, comfortable didn't even begin to describe it. You assumed it was because he was older, and most older men were more sure of what they wanted than men your own age. He'd never shown an ounce of uncertainty with you, and that only made you want him more.

"You're staying with me tonight, right?" He was looking up at you through his long, dark lashes, as if you could tell him no.

"Depends. Can I have a key?" You'd been joking, but he had no objections, telling you he kept a spare in a bowl on the counter that you could put on your key ring.

"I wasn't serious, Aaron," you told him, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger. He blushed beneath your touch, snaking his arms around your neck to bring your lips to his.

"I want you to have one. It'll make me feel better." You weren't going to argue, so you slid it on with the rest of yours, taking the pizza out of the oven. Instead of setting the table, you just put a few slices on a plate for the two of you, bringing it to the couch. He sat up, peeking at the plate to see how it had turned out.

"Jack will love that you can make pizza like this," he said in between bites, squeezing your knee while you watched the film. You were excited to meet Jack in the future. It wasn't something you wanted to rush. You wanted everything perfect when you met him for the first time, and you were willing to wait as long as it took.

"You enjoy being a father?"

He seemed shocked by your question, but he nodded anyway.

"I can't imagine not being a father."

"I'm glad Jack has someone that feels that way. It's important that children know they're loved."

The silence that followed your declaration was concerning until he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, kissing your cheek.

"He does. I'll never let him feel any different," you knew he was telling the truth. Aaron seemed like a great father; that was one of the things that intrigued you most about him. Men caring for their children made you warm, it made you feel safe to see it.

"I know you won't."

It was quiet for a moment, until Aaron patted his lap for you to climb into. He was covering you in kisses, from your neck to your face, caressing your body like he'd never touched you before. It was full speed, polar opposite from his actions in the moments prior. You let him touch you wherever his hands landed, yearning for him. He was groping your breasts above your shirt, sneaking his hands under the fabric so he could find the hook to your bra and free you from the restricting material. His fingertips found your nipples like a reflex, rolling them lightly between his thumb and pointer finger as you tossed your head back and pushed your chest forward.

"I can't wait any longer. I've needed you since I walked in the door," he was tugging your shirt above your head so he could attach his lips to your nipple, rolling his tongue against it while he played with the other, pinching it lightly.

"I like it when you tell me you need me," you could barely hold your head up when he started kissing your bare chest, his hands along the small of your back so he could keep you upright.

"I need you more than you'll ever realize," he sucked hickeys on your collarbone, tracing his handiwork with his tongue. "I want to worship every inch of you," his hands were shaky as he fumbled with his own shirt, so you took over, letting it accumulate in the pile he'd started. He'd never been nervous around you, not in a sexual setting. He was the first man that didn't leave you unsatisfied in bed, and that was because his desire to please was greater than his need to finish.

"Hey," you caught his gaze long enough to kiss him, his lips parting slightly so he could slip his tongue in your mouth. You wanted to mute the moan that occurred when his tongue met in rhythm with yours, but you couldn't. Everything about Aaron, from the way he tasted to the way his mouth offered just enough to satisfy you but also left you hungry for more, made you wish you'd met him sooner.

"I just want you to know that I'm so glad I have you. Being like this with you is so special to me." You drug your nails lightly across his broad shoulders, kissing every freckle you could find from his neck to his biceps. In one swift motion, you were on your knees in front of him. Every time he knew you were about to suck his dick, his breathing changed, and he melted into whatever he was sitting on. He became putty in your hands.

"I wanted—well, I was going to see if you wanted to try something," he was looking at the screen door behind you, and then it dawned on you what he wanted to do.

"Come on, grab a pillow," you pulled your shirt back on and slid the door open, bouncing onto the balcony as he took a tentative step forward. He sat in the only chair he had, and placed the pillow at his feet. He groaned when you pulled his pajama bottoms down, letting them rest on his thighs in case he needed to pull them up quickly.

"How in the world did you know exactly what I was thinking?" His hands covered the smile that he wore, his eyes crinkling up at the corners from how absolutely smitten he was for you. If adoration could be personified, it was Aaron, and the look he had on his face when you pulled his dick into your mouth with a loud plop.

"Shhh! You've got to be quiet, dirty girl. We can't get caught. Not right here," his giggle was intoxicating as he scanned behind him, your mouth working in overdrive as you circled the tip of his dick with your tongue, taking as much into your mouth as you could fit. You let a trail of saliva slide down his length, coating him with your hand as you stroked him lightly. You fell into a smooth pace with your mouth, letting your tongue glide against him each time you bobbed your head.

He held your hair, keeping it out of the way while guiding you further, pleading with you to let him slide into your throat. You inhaled through your nose, taking a deep breath before you opened your mouth wider, flattening your tongue to accommodate all of him. Your vision went blurry with tears as you let him fuck your mouth, the salty taste of his precum clouding your senses. You sped things up, sucking furiously as he whispered for you not to stop. His hands gripped the armrest as he filled your mouth, his teeth clenched together so he wouldn't make too much noise.

You let him pull his pants up, leaning against his legs once he was dressed. The moon was a sliver in the cloudy sky, things much darker than usual. You were grateful for the cover of night in these circumstances because doing things in public wasn't something you'd ever thought Aaron would be interested in. You were aware that he was trying new things with you, things that he'd never dreamt of trying before. It was exhilarating to be able to fulfill his fantasies, and it had made trusting him a lot easier than it had been with anyone else.

"Thank you for trusting me enough to do this with me," you wanted him to know that you meant what you said about giving him whatever he wanted. He deserved a partner that was equally as selfless in bed as him, willing to let him play out whatever scenario he could conjure up in his free time.

"I'm going to take you inside now, is that alright?" His voice was unsteady as he pulled you up, barely making it past the threshold of the door before he was fidgeting with the button on your shorts. You craved being near him, jumping to meet his arms when he patted your butt to come closer. You were convinced he'd carry you anywhere you wanted, securing his arms beneath you instinctively. He navigated with ease down the hall, bumping the door open with his foot.

Your lips hadn't left his body since you'd came inside, and you wondered how he was able to keep you steady. His hair was a cute mess on his head, his face flushed and his lips more pink than usual. He looked so sexy, laying you down and climbing on top of you, trailing his lips over your breasts before pulling your nipple into his mouth. You felt the vibration of his moan through your entire body, a man so ferociously attracted to you that touching you gave him satisfaction on the spot. He was parting your thighs with his massive hand, struggling to pull your panties down your legs without breaking contact with your chest.

You raised your hips and shimmied out of your underwear, sidetracked when his fingers collided with your clit, barely brushing his thumb against you. He paid attention to your body and the way you reacted to his touch so he knew what to do to make you feel your best. He would gradually increase the pressure of his thumb on your clit until you couldn't stand it anymore, the perfectly executed flick of his fingers had you fisting the sheets already.

"That's perfect," you could barely utter the words, your chest heaving with each tender touch. He littered your face and chest with feather-light kisses before sitting on his knees between your legs. It took all of his willpower to pull himself away from you, but he wasn't gone long. He merely adjusted himself to lay his head on your upper thigh, breath hot on your drenched center.

"Tell me that you're mine," he commanded, his brooding eyes had you captivated in his gaze as you promised him that you belonged to him, and only him. The words left your lips and his fingers were spreading you open so he could insert them into you. You needed more, bucking your hips against his hand for relief. He let out a shallow breath before slipping another finger inside of you, nodding in unison with you when he discovered what you wanted.

"You want me to fuck you with my fingers? Is that it?" You squeaked a yes as his pace increased rapidly, your arousal coating his fingers each time they slid inside of you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you came, letting Aaron coax you through your orgasm and praise you for making such a mess on his hand.

He was still at eye level with your sex, so he leaned forward and planted a kiss directly above your clit. All he needed to hear was the needy way you panted his name, his tongue teasing your entrance before he sucked your clit between his lips. His tongue rolled against you like he'd never tasted anything like you, your hands rooted in his hair. Things were intense, the only sounds coming from the two of you were his mouth lapping hungrily at you and your weak voice begging him to keep going.

You were beyond desperate when his fingers began to tease you, first one and then another pressing at an angle into you. Your legs started to shake uncontrollably as you came, Aaron never letting up for a second as he worked you through your orgasm.

You'd never been touched so tenderly, the only rational thoughts you could form were all clouded by Aaron and the way he'd just made you feel. Your initial reaction was to be confused by the butterflies in your stomach, however, there wasn't anything confusing about Aaron crawling next to you and cradling you in his arms. The adoration that he held for you radiated from his body and consumed you, making you feel more complete than anything else prior to him.

Even the way he looked seemed different, every muscle in his face was less harsh than before, and his cheek was nuzzling against your shoulder, his lips light against your neck and face. You wanted to pull him closer and beg him to never walk out the door again. Every cheesy rom-com you'd ever watched had prepared you and molded you for your main character.

You'd been patient and waited on your serendipity to find you, and he'd been next door all along. Could Aaron see the heart eyes that replaced your normal ones? Could he see the room become bathed in pink because you wanted to make him your permanent neon sign? Did it feel like this for everyone when they realized they had exactly what they'd been waiting for?

"Aaron...I'm gonna throw up."

Real smooth.

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I AM MANIC TODAY I HOPE U GUYS ARE SO READY FOR THIS NEW FIC OMG I’ve been shaking since I woke up at 5 am lmao I’m fixing to do an info dump about my Sugar Daddy(ish?) Aaron Hotchner x Camgirl!Reader fic below so here u go I literally can’t wait

I’m doing chapter visuals for each individual chapter

Reader & Aaron’s point of view since that seems to be a common theme & I love writing in Hotch’s perspective 🥵

It’s still untitled so I’m gonna double update starting Today & then again tomorrow on 3/3/2022 & if ur interested you can throw out some name suggestions bc I’m at a loss & I’ll totally credit you and worship you and make a shrine for u on my alter 😩💐

Also I hit 100 followers last week suggest something for me to do in celebration 😂

Once I finish home I’ll get on a more steady update schedule I swear ily guys so much the interaction from y’all has sent me orbiting to the Milky Way I’ve cried every day for 2 weeks now but y’all gettin me through the struggle and I love and appreciate all of u for that 🥺💕

I’ll post the first part to the nameless fic around 2pm EST

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