Distractions | Aaron Hotchner (18+)
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
Summary: You’ve been distracted at work and your boss Aaron Hotchner has noticed, when he finds out he’s the reason for your distraction, he decides to help you out.
C. Warnings: Workplace, smut, fingering, slight praise, shy!reader.
A/n: Hi guys! This is my first time writing smut, so please let me know if you want anything changed, added, or removed. I’ll take any advice and criticism I can get. Hope you enjoy! xx
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The tension in the air was unmissable as Aaron Hotchner approaches your desk, his face cold. "My office. Now," he barked, with little to no emotion in his voice, besides maybe anger. His gaze barely darting in your direction which didn't ease the anxious feeling in your body. With a deep sigh you reluctantly get up and slowly strut following him to his office, walking past everyone's desks.
The thoughts rushing through your head felt wrong. You've always found Hotch attractive of course, something about his authority excited you, but the coldness and anger in his eyes ignited something in you. Morgan's voice snaps you out of your trance.
"Oooh someone's in trouble," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. You felt your face heat up as Hotch's head snapped in Derek's direction, his eyes slashing a warning that Morgan ignored.
As you reached Hotch's office, he slowed down to open the door for you, his eyes never leaving you as you walked in. You heard the door lock with a quiet click which caused you to turn around confused, just to find Hotch shutting the blinds best he could which only spiked your confusion.
"Sit," he murmured still not letting his eyes meet yours. Without a second thought you sat down, impatiently awaiting what he had in store for you. Hotch rounded his desk, his movements precise.
"Sir-" you began to say as he interrupted you with a raised hand. You immediately fall silent and look down, eyes fixated at your fidgeting fingers. The silence stretched as you wait for him to speak. The quiet was broken by a stretched-out sigh coming from Hotch's lips.
"I've noticed a lack of focus from you lately," he finally began, his eyes lifting from his desk to your meet yours as you felt the heat rush to your cheeks. "I've let it slide, hoping it was temporary, but it's starting to affect your work within the team," his voice was stern yet you could tell he was trying to be gentle.
He paused for a moment, looking at you trying to find a reaction before continuing.
"Your reports have been sloppy, you're not as engaged as you were before, this isn't just about your performance, it affects the entire teams efficiency aswell." He leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. "What has been distracting you and what can you and I do to fix it?" His last question surprising you a little. You knew exactly what was distracting you, and what he could do to fix it, but how could you tell your boss that you have fantasies about him bending you over the table you're both sitting at and ruining you. You couldn't, it wouldn't end the way you wanted it to. Or would it? A rush of confidence —and maybe delusion— filling your body. You take a deep, shakey breath and decide to go for it. What's the worst that can happen, right?
"Y-you, sir," the words flew out of your mouth before you even had the chance to second guess yourself, and the second they did, regret washed over you. His brow shot up in confusion, and perhaps amusement, as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the wooden desk in front of him.
"Me? What have I done to make you so distracted?" He asked, his voice low, a hint of lust in his eyes. All the confidence you had just a mere minute ago had evaporated, leaving you speechless. You stared at him, mouth agape, heart beating faster, and mind racing to find a plausible explanation that wouldn't require you to tell him the truth. But your thoughts were a mess, like they had been for weeks. A mess he had created. A mess only he could fix. You could feel his gaze intensifying as he stood up from his chair, and walked from his side of the desk to yours, looking down at you. "Sweetheart?" He said gently, sweetness and lust coating his words. That's when something in you snapped, you couldn't explain it, maybe you could show him instead.
You stood up suddenly, your body filling with adrenaline as you try to process what you're about to do, and connect your lips to his. After only a second of shock on his end, his hands find their way to your face and the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You find your rhythm quick, the kiss becoming more sloppy as the two of you keep going. His hands slowly move to your hips, pulling them closer to his allowing you to feel his now hard bulge pressing into your stomach. You pull away, breathing heavily, finding it hard to keep eye contact with your boss, now knowing what he tastes like.
"I hope uh- that explains it," you whisper, your voice barely audible. You can see a slight smirk forming on his lips as he gently lifts you up onto his desk, standing in between your legs. His lips softly connect to your neck, earning him a soft open-mouthed moan from you. His hands find their way to your knees, so very slowly going higher.
"Well, that, it something I can help with," he mutters against your neck, moving your hair out of the way. You tilt your head to the side giving him more space, which makes him smile softly against your hot skin. He pulls away slightly, looking up at you. "If you'd let me, that is." You nod eagerly, and that's all it takes for a switch to be flipped in him.
His lips reconnect with yours needily as his hands move higher up your thighs, scrunching your skirt at your waist. One of his hands move up your stomach, chest, and finally settle in your hair while the other gently touches your clit through your, probably very soaked, panties. He starts circling around your clit softly and slowly. Too slowly for your liking. A soft whine escapes your lips as your hips buck up in pleasure. A chuckle leaves his throat as he pulls away from the kiss to look at you, the mess he created. You look at him, softly pouting.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" He says, neither his pace nor the pressure increasing. His hand tightens around your hair, making you gasp. "Go on, tell me what you need." All you could do is whine and lift your hips up in return, no words being able to form in your mind. He smirks as he takes your panties off, letting them fall to the ground. "Can't use your words for me?" You shake your head softly, mind completely filled with anticipation. He reconnects his fingers to your clit, adding more pressure this time. Your eyes flutter as he starts to move his fingers faster, just how you needed. "Eyes on me, pretty. Or I stop," he demands sternly. You immediately open your eyes finding his again. You're rewarded with a hum of approval.
His fingers go lower, teasing your entrance and feeling your wetness. He groans and kisses you hungrily. "So ready for me, aren't you?" You nod quickly, moving your hips closer to his hand needily.
"Please, I've wanted this for so long Aaron," you whimper, you've had enough waiting in the past few weeks thinking this was never going to happen. And now that it is, you can't wait any longer.
"Well, since you asked so nicely." He dips his two middle fingers into you, groaning at the tight feeling. You moan loudly, forgetting about what, more importantly who, was on the other side of his office. "Shh, I know it's so good isn't it? Me finally giving you the attention you so desperately craved." You give him a soft nod, muttering a "yes sir" as he starts to pump his fingers utterly slow. "You need to keep quiet for me, okay? Don't need everyone knowing you're in here with your boss's fingers inside you, right?" Your eyes flutter as you fight the urge to shut them.
"No sir… No one needs to know," you try to say as quietly as you can.
"Atta girl," he says proudly, as he starts to move his fingers faster, curling them up perfectly to hit your sweet spot. You moan softly, biting down on your lip to try and keep yourself quiet. Your hand finds its way to his, gripping on so tight that your knuckles turn white. He speeds up a bit more, his other hand leaving your hair and connecting with your clit, making small circles matching the rhythm of the fingers inside you. Your head falls back as you moan a little louder than you should've.
"M'sorry, too -fuck- good," your legs start to shake slightly as you fight to keep them open for Aaron.
"I know sweetheart, I make you feel so good don't I?" His voice was sweet and heavy, but so obviously filled with lust. He can feel your clenching around his fingers, seeing your eyebrows scrunch with pleasure, and your body tensing. "You gonna be good for me and cum on my fingers?"
"Yes! Pl-please, so close sir," you whine, lifting your head up to look at him, waiting for his approval.
"Cmon, cum for me," he growls before attaching his lips to yours, keeping the perfect pace. You struggle to kiss him back as you clench around him for the final time, moaning into his mouth, your orgasm taking control over you. You turn into a whining, moaning, dripping mess around his fingers. He keeps holding you close to him, keeping you up as he helps you through your high. He slows down and pulls his fingers out as he pulls away from you gently.
He puts his fingers to his lips and slowly wraps his lips around them, finally tasting you. This earns you a groan from him. He looks down to your dripping pussy as you catch your breath, your eyes closed. He gets on his knees in front of you, coming close to your heat.
"Look at the pretty mess you made," he mumbles, his tongue licking up your wetness to your clit, cleaning you up. Your hips buck up and you squeal at the sensation, still very sensitive from your orgasm.
"T-too much," you whimper as your legs instinctively shut around him. He chuckles as he lifts himself off the ground, standing in front of you. He gently lifts your back off the wooden table so that you're seated in front of him. He kisses the top of your forehead gently as you rest your head against his chest.
"Think you can give me another one later tonight?" He asks, looking down at you. "Some where you don't have to be so quiet." Your eyes sparkle as you look up at him, nodding eagerly.
"Tonight! Yeah- yeah I can," your voice a higher pitch than usual. He smiles and wraps his arms around you.
"How're you feeling? Less distracted now?" He says with a proud grin on his face. You nod softly as you wrap your hands around him aswell. After a while, you both pull away. Aaron reaches down to the floor to pick up your panties and help you put them on.
He helps you off the desk, fixing your skirt.
"You okay to step back out now?" He whispered kindly, your face in his hands. You give him a soft nod, offering him a soft smile. He returns your smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and kisses you tenderly, a small gesture that spoke volumes to you, before walking to his door and unlocking it. He opens it slowly and steps aside for you to walk through it. Once you do, he shuts the door with a soft click, sitting down in his chair.
As you walk back down to your desk, you pass Morgan.
"Took you a while, what the hell was he doing to you in there?" He looks at you, his brows furrow with slight concern. You smile to yourself, a secret smile that only you knew the meaning of, as your cheeks blush.
"Just.. helping me out with my distractions," you replied, your voice airy and happy. You walk past him and settle back into your chair, waiting patiently for what could come tonight.