hi friend! 🫶🏻
can I request a fluffy smutty one shot (hotch x fem’reader) where hotch comes home from a brutal case and finds the reader all snuggled up in his bed on his side, in his shirt 😍, and he can’t help but fall more in love with her. he goes to take a shower and tries not to wake the reader, but after a few moments he hears the bathroom door open, and he opens his bathroom curtain to see the reader undressing in front of him, and the rest is you know 🥵🥵
kels! my love, i haven’t interacted with you in a while and i hope you are doing good. i am so sorry i’ve taken so long to get to this 💞
NSFW - minors DNI I suck at writing smut slfjdkdk
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Aaron had come home wishing the same thing he always did when he walked through the front door of the apartment - that you would be awake, so that he could hold you, tell you about his day and ask you about yours. It was simple wish really, because all Aaron ever wanted was to have time with you; but not an easy one to fulfil because of his insane hours and unpredictable schedule.
He opens the door to your bedroom, the silence when he crossed the first threshold that was the main door already telling that you were asleep. Sure enough, he stands at the doorway, casting a tired figure, but manages to smile when he finds your sleeping form curled up into a ball under the covers. The heather grey peeking out tells him that you are in his shirt, an old FBI one, for the night. Aaron finds in that moment that he misses you, aches for you, loves you more that he thought he could.
He makes a beeline for the bathroom, barely making a sound and undresses hastily, because all he wants to do is get out of his clothes, scrub the smell of death and cheap black coffee from his skin and get into bed with you.
It is when he is standing under the hot spray of the shower, that he hears a creak. He turns just in time to catch you pulling his shirt off your body and pulling on the knob of the glass shower door.
“Baby,” he says, as you step in, hands winding themselves around his body, your bare front pressed against his, the water catching on the top of your head, sliding down your neck, arms, breasts, back, ass and legs, “did I wake you?”
Aaron frowns, chiding himself mentally for potentially being too loud, but he slides his arms around you, calloused palms running down your back, landing on your waist, fingertips skimming the top of the globes of your ass.
“No,” you shake your head and he feels it against his skin as you press kisses to his shoulder, neck, “you didn’t,” you pause, a hand sliding between both your bodies, fingers circling his cock, as you begin to slowly sheath your hand up and down his length, “I missed you.”
Your words, combined with the nip to his bare shoulder and hand which is pumping his cock lazily up and down drives Aaron wild. It makes him groan as he shuts his eyes. It had been three weeks away from you with barely the chance to call or text, three weeks of being wound up, chasing a killer through rural Texas - hell, he hadn’t been able to give himself the release he so badly needed because there simply had been no time. Aaron is rock hard within seconds, and he feels you smile against his skin.
“Missed me, Agent Hotchner?” You ask, and it elicits a growl like response from him.
“Fuck, baby, you have no idea.”
“Then fuck me,” you trail your lips along his neck, until they are beside his ear where you say the words, breathy, “because I’ve missed you too,” you say, thumbing at the head of his cock for good measure.
It makes Aaron reach down beneath your legs, but your hand stops him before he can swipe between your folds.
“No, just fuck me, please,” you look into brown eyes, which you know are asking you if you are sure, because it had been three weeks and Aaron was sizeable, “I need you Aaron.”
It is all he needs to flip you around, your palms press flat against the wall of the shower stall, back arched.
“You sure about this?” He mumbles, lips finding and kissing the skin on your back.
“Yes.”
You feel Aaron lining himself up with your entrance. He begins to push in and you cry out, slight discomfort bringing a prickle behind your eyes. He steadies you, with hands on your hips as he continues to push in, filling you, stretching you slowly. Your body adjusts, like it always does, and Aaron stops once fully in, waiting for your signal.
“Move, please,” you mumble, pushing your hips back against his, feeling his cock hit even deeper. It makes you moan, throwing your head back, eyes fluttering close at the sensation. Aaron moves his hands from your hips, up your body, sliding them across your shoulders and onto your hands, the front of his palms covering the back of yours; bringing you both closer as he continues to thrust into you.
“I missed you so fucking much,” the edge of his voice is ragged from want, need, and it makes you rut back into him, your combined moans echoing in the shower stall with the spray of the water splashing down.
“Harder,” you pant, only for him to obliged, hips picking up the pace, slamming into yours without mercy. It makes you legs buckle slightly, and Aaron catches your hips, holding them up. He feels your orgasm before you, from the way your walls start to flutter around him, before your orgasm rips. The squeeze around him makes him moan, his head dropping against the back of yours as he pulls your hips towards him, painting your walls with a final thrust. Aaron continues to rut, fucking you both through your respective highs before he pulls out, his cum sliding down your thigh in a trickle as you turn in his arms.
He supports you, hands around your waist, as you loop your hands around his neck, body curling into him.
“I’m glad you are back,” you murmur against him, satiated.
“I’m glad I’m back too,” he leans towards you and you meet him in a slow kiss.
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