TW: Cursing, smut, mention of serial killer
Summary: You and Aaron Hotchner make up for lost time after he comes home just before Halloween
A/N: Oh my god! It's finally here! I'm so sorry that I've taken so long, but I hope this makes up for it. I'll be doing another poll tomorrow to figure out what y'all want to see next. It will be almost exactly like the last one. Anyways, I hope y'all enjoy! :)
The crisp October air caused you to clutch the cardigan, a gift from Aaron, tighter against your body. You had been waiting on the porch for at least an hour at this point and you were getting impatient. Aaron promised that he’d be home at 10:30 on the dot. You were dying to see him and couldn’t wait another minute. Luckily, just before you dialed his number, his black minivan pulled into the driveway. When he stepped out of the car, your chest filled with warmth. After hearing Jack ask when his daddy would come home and worrying about his safety every night before bed, you were grateful that he was finally home.
“Hey! Sorry I’m late, but you didn’t have to wait on me. I know you’ve been busy with classes this week.” Of course, even when he was out chasing a literal serial killer, he was still worried about you. And you’d even be mad at him if he didn’t have the sweetest look of concern on his face. “Come on, let’s get you inside. It’s too cold out here for you.” Aaron gently takes your hand in his gloved one and leads you back into the house. Immediately, you’re met with the toasty air of your boyfriend’s family home. It was beautifully decorated thanks to yourself, and having Aaron back in it brought a soft smile to your face.
“I made hot cocoa, but it’s probably cold by now. I… I’m just glad you’re home. I missed you and Jack was afraid that you wouldn’t get to see his costume. We’ve been working on it all week.” The memories of sewing with Jack and taking his measurements made you even happier, which you thought was impossible. He was such a sweet kid who quickly became very attached to you. This little family had become such an integral part of your life and you couldn’t imagine it without them.
Your last statement about Jack’s costume confused him. “He’s not going as Spider-Man anymore?” With everything going on, you completely forgot that Aaron didn’t know about Jack’s impromptu costume change. You thought it was the sweetest thing ever, so you weren’t going to spoil the surprise. Once he realizes that your lips are sealed, he moves on. “Well, we can heat up that cocoa and it will be good as new. I’ll even toast up some bread just like you like.” He says with a loving smile.
You love his kindness; it was one of your favorite traits. His sweet words could soothe even the deepest of your wounds. And of course he remembered what you liked with your hot cocoa! Fact: Aaron Hotchnet was the best boyfriend ever. Opinion: He looked extremely sexy when he was being domestic. Aaron had taken both of the mugs that sat, cold, on the island and popped them into the microwave before he started applying cinnamon and butter to both sides of the bread.
“How many pieces do you want, sweetheart? Two? I’m giving you two.” He said before you even had the chance to answer. It didn’t matter anyways because he was right, you always wanted two pieces. They always made for the perfect toast-to-cocoa ratio. And he remembered it all! You couldn’t ask for anyone better. To try and match his kindness, you pull out the mini candy canes that Aaron loves. You had originally got them as a joke, but he soon discovered that he could never go without them again. “Oh! You have them? Perfect.”
His reaction to the small treats in your hand had your heart melting. He was so happy! After not seeing it for a while, you’d almost forgotten just how much you loved his smile. How could something be so sweet and sexy at the same time? “Of course I have them! As soon as the weather gets cold, I make sure to stack up on these. All for you, obviously. Though, I might steal one or two.” You informed him with a light laugh in your voice.
“Just like you stole my heart.” Aaron said with a soft smirk. It was times like this where you could really tell his age. That had to be one of the most horrendous dad jokes that you’d ever heard. But, somehow, it caused you to want him even more. Yeah, something about beekeeping age. You loved his dad side! It was a nice change of pace from the usual cold and calculating Aaron most people saw. When he walks into his home, every bit of ice melts away.
After enjoying fresh mugs of hot cocoa and a nice conversation, the two of you had moved things to the bedroom. The room felt quite isolating when he was gone, but with him there, everything felt right once more. But… There had been one thing that you were missing most of all. Sex. The steamy sex you would have after Hotch came home from work.
While Aaron was gone, all you had was your hand and a few pictures that you had to beg him to send. And now that he’s back, all of that bottled up arousal came bursting up ten fold. You drag your hand across his thigh as you whisper into his ear. “Did I mention just how much I miss you?” His breath hitches in his throat when he feels your hand brush over the bulge in his pants.
“You did, but maybe you could show me.” Aaron’s hand grasps the back of your neck before he pulls you into a passionate kiss. You gasp when he runs his hand over your clothed wetness, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into his mouth. His tongue tangles with yours as he pulls you onto his lap. Your arousal seeps through your panties and leaves a dark stain on the crotch of Aaron’s pants.
A soft moan passes through your lips when you feel his hips buck up into yours. “Aaron! Fuck, I need you so bad. I’ve missed you so much. I’ve missed this. Nothing I tried ever came close enough.” You mumble against his lips. He smirks at your pleas, moving his mouth down to your neck. Aaron bites and sucks at the most sensitive part, beneath your ear, creating a dark purple mark.
“Is this what you want, baby? Or does Daddy need to give you his cock, hm?” He says, his voice rough and deep. Just how you want him. Yes. God, yes. That’s all you want. It’s exactly what you’ve been missing. But he’s making it quite hard to verbalize that fact when he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your pants, pulling them down your legs.
He continues to tease you as he inches his hand up your now bare thigh. “Say it, baby. Say you want Daddy’s cock. I want to hear those words leave your pretty lips.” But he knew you couldn’t say it while he roughly palmed at your inner thigh. He brought his lips close to your ear and kissed the tip of it. “Come on, baby. Say it for Daddy. Beg for it.”
You finally found your voice just seconds later. “Please, Daddy! Give me your cock! Fuck me!” Fortunately for you, that was enough for him since he had missed the warmth of your pussy just as much as you missed the stretch of his cock. He tears off your panties and gathers your wetness on his fingers.
“I’m gonna prep you first. It’s been too long.” He takes those same fingers and rubs small circles on your clit. Aaron groans as he hears the squelch of your pussy. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. Is that all for me? Is it for Daddy?” The questions fly over your head as he speeds up his motions. “Don’t even have to say it. I know this is for me. No one else could ever make you feel like this.”
That is something you could both agree on. You’ve had your fair share of frat guys, but, after meeting Aaron, you knew that you could never go back. He was experienced in a way those boys could never dream of. He knew your body as though he had molded it himself. He knew just how to make you come undone… Every. Single. Time.
“Only you, Daddy! Just for you.” You moan out. It doesn’t take long for him to switch his fingers with his cock. He slowly eases into you so as to not cause you any pain. But, even with the pain, there’s pleasure. So much pleasure. “Daddy…!” You whine out. “Please, fuck me!”
He instantly takes to your requests and thrusts all the way in, fully enveloping his cock. Aaron forces himself to stop there, resisting the urge to fuck you even deeper. Painstakingly slow, he pushes himself in and pulls himself out. But that’s not enough for you. Not when you haven’t had him for so long.
“No, please! I need more! Don’t hold back, Daddy. I can take it. I’m a good girl.” You urged him to fuck you harder, pushing yourself back onto his cock. He grabbed your hips, stopping you. You were going to whine again, but it was quickly cut off by the pounding of his hips.
“This is what you wanted, huh? For Daddy to fuck you like the little slut you are? Of course it is. My pretty fucking slut.” He fucks into you, faster and faster, encouraged by your beautiful moans. His favorite sound. Hotch loves to know that he’s the one making you feel so good.
You feel your peak getting closer with every thrust into your pussy. He knew it too by the way you clenched around him. With a few words of encouragement whispered into your ear, you felt yourself cumming all over his cock. Then the rush of warmth into your pussy quickly followed.
There were no sounds besides the soft panting coming from the both of you. He pulled you against his chest and placed a gentle kiss on the temple of your head. You broke the silence with a small whisper. “I’m glad you’re home.”
A/N: I hope y'all liked this! It took me forever to write, but that's low key because I let my anxiety get in the way. But I will start trying to push through! This is bye for now! Mwah! 💋 (Support Me?)
