Alpha!Law Professor!Hotch, you say?
What does he do about those young alpha bucks in his law classes who think they can move in on our girl?
Alpha!Law Professor!Hotch I say 😌
On one hand I think Aaron is very confident and secure in the knowledge that he’s the alpha for you. After all, none of them know you like he does and he knows you very well. But in those rare moments when he gets jealous (perhaps when you’re closer to your heat?) he can get almost menacing.
Especially when they won’t leave you alone.
Perhaps you’re visiting one of his lectures, needing to hear his voice because you’ve had a bad day already and your heat is making you extra needy. He can smell you even if you’re sitting in the last row and there’s a perpetual line between his brows because he wants nothing more than to take you to his home and let you build a nest out of his shirts and give you everything you need (though he’d never admit that). And that frown deepens when he notices that he’s not the only one who can smell you. Every alpha in the room is turning around at least once but only a few actually can pin that smell back to you.
It’s enough to have them swarm around you as soon as he’s finished his lesson. “Smelling’ pretty good there,” he can heat one of them say. “Where’s your alpha, little omega?” grins another. “Why’d he leave you all alone like that?” says the one that Hotch likes the least, “Maybe you need a real alpha to take care of you?”
You ignore all of their comments but Hotch can sense how uncomfortable and vulnerable you feel. And that’s the last straw.
“Considering none of you are on a passing track, I’d suggest you try your luck at the library instead of attempting to seduce the first omega you see.” he strides up the rows until he’s reached you and there’s a grim satisfaction in seeing them cower before him before they scatter away. All except you.
“You okay, omega?” it’s a rare occasion that he calls you that in public but it’s worth it when your entire body relaxes and you lean into him. He can hear you take in a deep breath and his hand lands on your hip.
“I am now,” you smile, a teasing lilt to your voice, “You sounded almost jealous.”
“Jealous,” he scoffs while raising his hand to brush over your neck, just enough that he’ll leave the slightest trace of him, “I’d never.”
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on my on-and-off again quest to draw personal refs for all my oc's, i decided to revisit towe and play around with a bit of his design since i was never satisfied with his look
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