hotch and reader in the middle of sex when he gets a work call and answers it while he’s still in her 😭
ꨄ pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader
ꨄ genre: smut
ꨄ summary: while in the middle of having sex, aaron gets a phone call, reader expects him to pause but he doesn’t.
aaron had his lips wrapped around your nipple, his hand toying with the other while he fucked into you. your hand was tangled in his hair, tugging at his hair and moaning his name.
a phone ringing brought you both out of the the heated bubble you were in. neither of you could figure out who's phone it was, you didn't even want to answer it but with the jobs you had, you had no choice.
although aaron's hips never stopped moving into yours, he sat up and reached for the ringing phone.
"aaron hotchner." he cleared his throat in efforts to make it sound like he wasn't in the middle of fucking his girlfriend. you expected him to stop for just a moment but he didn't, his hips still moved into yours just as they did before.
you bit down on your lip as you tried to keep quiet while aaron talked to whoever was on the other end of the phone call. you stared up at him with wide eyes because he seemed so calm, his voice never wavering.
"how long as she been missing?" aaron's head fell back in a silent moan, his hips rutting into yours a bit faster. he looked down at you when he felt your walls closing in on his cock, a sign that you were close.
"aaron, m'gonna-" you whimpered, you were trying your hardest to stay quiet but it was hard with how fast your orgasm was approaching. aaron placed his hand on your jaw and pushed his thumb past your lips, he was trying to keep you quiet for as long as he could.
your eyes screwed shut and your legs tightened around aaron’s waist. he bit down on his lips as he felt your cunt starting to clench sporadically.
another noise fell from your lips, slightly louder than the last, which caused aaron to push his thumb deeper into your mouth and press down on your tongue. you reached up and wrapped your hand around his wrist, digging your nails into his skin as your thighs trembled with the force of your orgasm.
“…yes, of course. could you fax this all to penelope garcia?… no problem, good bye.” aaron quickly hung up and tossed his phone onto the other side of the bed. he pulled his thumb out of your mouth, instead letting his hand fall to your throat. “you did so good, baby.”
A/N: This is inspired by that episode where Rossi walks in on Penelope and Kevin in the shower HAHAHA.
Word Count: 1,298
“You know, I think he’s seeing someone.”
Aaron’s kisses were hot, heavy, and they moved with each of his hard thrusts as he fucked up into you. He had you pressed tightly against the shower wall, keeping you there by firmly being squished against you. He didn’t stop his movements, loving your noises and whimpers too much to even think about teasing you.
“Oh, fuck! You feel amazing...” You breathed, throat straining to get the words out.
He sucked on your neck for that, leaving a purpling bruise and chuckling just below your ear. He had a rather rough day, and he had a lot of pent up frustration that you were more than glad to take off of him. He held you up even higher, slamming into you at a new angle that had your toes curling behind his back.
Hot water from the shower head was still flowing steadily, drenching the both of you and filling the room with so much steam that it was getting difficult to breathe. He needed some gratification after his horrible day that you had seen from beginning to end, and he was grateful that he had you to ease his tension.
“You’re so perfect...so beautiful.” He praised as he felt your legs tighten around him, letting him know that the band was about to snap.
His suspicions were correct. A few seconds and thrusts later, his name rolled off of your tongue deliciously, and he was milking your walls white as you released around him. Your breathings were heavy as he set you down on the floor, your legs feeling a bit wobbly. He peppered you with lazy kisses, the shower washing away the evidence of your dirty encounter. He eventually pulled back to look at you, all the traces of lust were gone from your eyes and had been replaced with contentment.
“That was-” Aaron went to say, but was cut off when a loud knock was heard on your apartment door.
It was pretty late, nearing 11:30 at night. You had absolutely no idea who could be there this late.
“I’ll get it.” You grumbled, annoyed that someone was interrupting your more than enjoyable shower.
Aaron whined in protest, but helped you out of the shower to keep you from slipping and possibly hurting yourself. The knocks had grown louder now, and you scrambled to throw on your robe and get to the door. You expected it to be one of your nosy neighbors to see what all the noise had been about, but you were shocked when you saw your best friend standing there.
“Hi, [Y/N].” Spencer greeted, allowing himself inside as he normally did.
It wasn’t at all uncommon for Spencer to drop by your apartment. He was rather spontaneous despite popular belief. Sometimes he would just get bored because he couldn’t sleep or he just wanted someone to talk to. But he almost never came over this late, or at least without calling first.
“Uh, hey, Spence.” You greeted, feeling all your blood rush at the remembrance that Aaron was in your bathroom alone.
Spencer didn’t know about you and Hotch. No one did. Except for Rossi, who figured it out himself. It was something that you and Aaron agreed to keep on the down low, and out of public knowledge. It was a frowned upon thing to date a co-worker...or in your case, your superior. It was nice to have a little secret that you were keeping from the team. It kept things interesting.
“Did Hotch seem weird to you today?” Spencer asked, entering your small kitchen and opening the fridge.
“I...not really, no.” You lied, knowing he had a terrible day.
You couldn’t see Spencer from the refrigerator door blocking him, but his muffled reply alerted you that he had just found your leftover pizza from about an hour ago.
“He just seemed off to me. He never yells at you like that.” Spencer remarked.
It was true that Aaron had yelled at you in front of everyone, resulting in the two of you getting into a massive fight, before making up over pizza and a movie...and then a round of shower sex.
“I’m sure he had his reasons,” You replied, the sudden lack of sound of the running water from the shower setting in; “Spence, now really isn’t a good-”
“You know, I think he’s seeing someone.” Spencer cut you off.
That sparked your interest for obvious reasons. You had already begun to wonder how NO ONE had picked up on it yet (other than Rossi). You were curious to see what Spencer was picking up on.
“Oh? Why do you say that?” You questioned.
Spencer rose from the fridge, closing the door with a half-eaten slice of pizza in his hand.
“He just seems happier, aside from today,” Spencer said; “And a few days ago, he walked past me and I could smell perfume. Definitely not his regular cologne.” He announced.
You snorted, teasing the lanky man.
“Are you smelling Aaron on a regular basis?” You joked.
Spencer stopped his chewing, and raised a brow.
“Aaron? Since when are you on a first name basis with Hotch?” Spencer queried.
Your cheeks went hot at your mistake, your amused smile fading.
“Oh, well...I just meant-”
And then the man in question made his entrance. Almost stark naked if it hadn’t been for the towel around his waist.
“Baby, I know that you know this, but your hot water heater is terrible.” Hotch said, referring to how your shower could go from blazing hot to frigidly cold in a matter of seconds.
Spencer’s entire face went red, the tips of his ears almost going purple at the sight of Hotch in front of him. Hotch noticed your deer-in-headlights stare and Spencer’s ghostly look. The three of you were frozen in time, very aware of the situation and how peculiar it was.
“Reid, what the- what are you doing here?” Aaron asked in a calm, yet panicked tone.
Aaron knew that you and Spencer spent a lot of time together outside of work, but he didn’t think that Spencer would ever show up when he was there. Spencer’s eyes couldn’t help but dart between the two of you, back and forth as if he were trying to convince himself it was real.
“I thought that [Y/N] might want to talk about today...but I see I came at a bad time.” He blushed.
“Spencer, it’s...we just...” You tried to explain, but couldn’t find the right words.
This was not how you thought this would go. Spencer had just showed up at a very inconvenient time, and now was in the presence of two of his dearest friends who had just clearly been doing something they probably shouldn’t have been.
Spencer had just caught you red handed.
The boy genius was piecing it all together in his head. The pieces all fit together to create one solid, obvious picture.
You and Hotch were together.
“I’m sorry I interrupted...I, uh, guess I’ll see you tomorrow.” Spencer said, making a mad dash for your front door.
“Reid.” Hotch said in an attempt to stop him.
“Spencer, wait, it’s not-”
But he was out the door and down the hall before either of you could convince him to stay. A pit of dread and guilt was brewing in both of your guts. Now that Spencer knew, it was only a matter of time before everyone else did. It wasn’t that you didn’t want the team to know, it was more of the legality stuff you’d have to go through when they did.
You sighed heavily, rubbing your temples stressfully. Aaron rested a hand on your shoulder, his deep, sarcastic voice sounding out.
Leader. Large and in charge. No emotions. Vetoes crazy schemes then comes up with even crazier schemes.
Morgan : Bloat
At the first sign of danger he puffs himself up to look bigger. Clashes with Gill but defers to his judgement in a crisis.
JJ : Deb
Sweetheart. Looks out for Nemo like a mother. Talks to a sister that doesn’t exist.
Garcia : Peach
Pink. All-seeing, has the gossip from outside but misses a lot of the inner-tank banter. Sings to herself for fun.
Prentiss: Bubbles
Bit of a weirdo. Worries about things nobody else understands. Everyone is concerned but doesn’t know how to ask if she’s okay. Cool nose.
Rossi : Jacques
Looks after the younger ones but only after being told to. Funky accent. Has his own separate fancy house and gives no fucks. Great moustache.
Reid : Nemo
Baby. Has two motives for everything: 1) piss off real dad and 2) impress tank!dad. Endangers himself unnecessarily and against everyone’s advice.
Strauss : Gurgle
Hates everything the rest of the tank decides to do. Questions Gill’s judgement daily. Would rather the rest of them got flushed down the toilet than touched her.
Bonus:
Gideon : P. Sherman
Brings all the tank gang together then leaves them to figure everything out and deal with his actions/consequences. Caterpillar eyebrows.
Cat Adams : Darla
Has killed before. Will kill Nemo if given the chance.
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