To have a short overview for myself and for you guys, here is a masterlist (wip).
F - Fluff; A - Angst; S - Smut
Criminal Minds
Aaron Hotchner
1. Drunk Love Confession: (F)
On a nights out with the girls, Emily decides for you to call Aaron and have him picking you guys up. Will you finally tell him about your crush?
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem! BAU! reader
2. Use your words, darling (S)
Basically pure smut and pure corn, no plot at all. Plus size reader in mind.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader
3. Instagram Pt.1 (F)
The BAUs Instagram presented to you by Aaron and yourself. Atta boy!
4. The book of love is written by us (F)
Aaron and you met in a bookstore. Let's remember that together.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Can be read by everyone. No pronouns used.
5. Go out with me, please. (F)
It's a rather short fanfiction inspo.
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader
Can be read by everyone. No pronouns used.
Hawaii Five-O
McDanno
1. All it takes is a Governors Ball (F)
Danny wakes up alone, while Steve forgot to invite the team for the Governors Ball. Maybe this is the opportunity for Danny to not wake up alone anymore?
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams
2. Ugly Christmas Sweater (F)
In time for Christmas, the Williams´ are throwing a Ugly Christmas Sweater Party. This is Steve´s first time being introduced into family traditions. Wanna bet he will be looking gorgeous?
Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Danny Williams (established relationship)
3. Love Confessions (F)
Danny and Steve are talking about love confessions. They are in every little detail.
Time is passin' like a solar eclipse
See you watchin' and you blow me a kiss
It's your moment, baby, don't let it slip
Come in closer, are you readin' my lips?
pairing: dbf!Aaron Hotchner x reader
tags: age gap (at least 20 years but they met for the first time when reader was a legal adult), after s11 hotch, teasing, playful hotch, vaginal sex, no protection, pussy eating, praise, lots of praise, dom hotch, kind of brat tamer hotch IF reader was more bratty but she just wants to get dicked down (real), breast play, nipple sucking
word count: 3,6k
summary: You visited your parents for the summer, now its time to face the biggest nightmare of your lonely, lonely life. Your not-so-enemy, your parents' friend and neighbour Aaron Hotchner, who just won't stop tormenting your little heart.
a/n: i yearned for dbf summer hotch so i delievered it myself. written in under 2 hours, probably has lots of mistakes but enjoy! i might write some more of them in the future
thank you @reidloverr and @tthedriversseat for checking it for me as always<3 much love
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masterlist
You never looked forward to visiting your home during summer.
Sure, you loved your parents. But not so much your old town. Way too many bad memories and people you didn't wanna see. Regardless, like a clock, every single summer season you found yourself standing in front of your childhood house with two suitcases by your feet.
The exact same way you did now, wiping off sweat off your forehead with your free hand. The journey from the airport involved a stuffy cab, less than appropriate driver and at least two hours of traffic. Just ideal on the hottest day of the year.
You took a breath to compose yourself and slowly walked up to the front door, your suitcases dragging behind you on the concrete. You didn't knock, instead just pulling the front door open. You walked inside and shook off your shoes.
“Hi, mom, dad” you greeted your parents like you weren't gone for more than a mere school day back in the days. Despite leaving for college and the distance, you stayed close with them and you were beyond grateful for that.
Your mom immediately rushed in to smooch your cheeks. “Honey! We thought we'd never see you again and die a lonely, lonely death.”
“Oh stop it.” You returned the embrace with a playful scoff. They always had a tendency for dramatics. You turned around to hug your father next. “Missed me?”
“Like hell.” He chuckled and ruffled your hair. “But I knew my little girl would never abandon us. Unlike your mother.”
In that moment all of your hesitations about coming here melted away with their embraces and loving looks. It felt like home. This place *was* your forever home no matter how much sometimes you'd want to change that fact. And it always felt good to come back in the end.
You flopped down onto the couch, relishing in the cool air, so different from the awful outside. You reached for the remote. “So, what's the plan?”
“The plan, little missy” your dad snatched the remote from above you which you reacted to with a groan. “is to make dinner. And you're gonna help us.’
“Mom doesn't like it when I help” you grumbled defiantly. You *loved* to bring that up whenever necessary. Not so much why (multiple near fire causing incidents).
“No. But we need salt and it's too late for a store trip. So you're gonna ask Aaron for it.”
Your heart dropped to your stomach and you just hoped you didn't get noticeably pale, or, the opposite, way too red to blame it on hot weather.
Aaron Hotchner, a mysterious guy that moved in next door right before you moved to college - a damn shame, if to ask you - and became best friends with your parents. Ever since then there wasn't a summer where he wasn't coming over every few days.
You didn't know much about him. From what you've gathered, even if he wanted to tell you, he couldn't. Once you've listened to his drunken conversation with your dad - something about dangerous past life he had to get away from. So you never asked, not willing to lose any chances with the handsome man next door.
Not that you've ever tried seducing him. No, you had some dignity and respect but it didn't mean you weren't fantasising about him every chance you got. The tall, mature and composed man truly did a number on your fresh-adult self, got you in a chokehold and never let go.
During the school years, when summer ended and you got back to the campus, with time you always managed to forget about him. You've dated, too. But it came back like a curse you never were meant to truly be freed from every single summer.
Aaron Hotchner. In short: your very own, hot, nightmare - temptation you could never have.
“Can't you go? He's your friend, not mine!” You argued although you already knew it would fall on deaf ears.
“Don't you think it'd be nice to say hello? I'm sure he'll be happy to see you.”
“Why would he be? He hardly knows me.”
“Enough.” Your dad cut the conversation short. You had an argument about not being a kid anymore on the tip of your tongue but you knew better than to dig your own grave. And, well, you didn't want to be disrespectful. Even if going there would probably end you. So, with a sigh, you stood up and dragged your tired body upstairs to change before leaving.
Half an hour later (you didn't miss the teasing that came from your parents about how long it took you to get ready) you were standing in front of his door, with a plate of cookies in your hands. Your hair in a ponytail, you wore a simple yellow top and jeans skirt. You took a few deep breaths before knocking on the hard wood.
When a minute passed and he still didn't answer, you were about to leave. You just made up your mind when the door finally opened.
You weren't sure what to expect but certainly not that he somehow got even more handsome in the past year. How did he manage to do that? You had no idea.
His hair neat, dark eyes and glasses on his nose, an indication that he was most likely working on something and got interrupted. Your words got stuck in your throat.
“Eee..” you stared at him shamelessly for a full few seconds before composing yourself. “H-hello, mr. Hotchner. My mom asked me to bring these cookies. And ask for some salt.” You said with an awkward grin, presenting the plate to him.
He raised an eyebrow, lips twitching close enough to a smirk. “Oh, yeah? It's nice to see you.” He nodded. He didn't look at the cookies yet, his focus solely on you. He took you all in, almost sizing you up. “You just grow so much every year, don't you?’
“Not really. It's just an illusion because you haven't seen me in a while.” The banter came easy. You both always easily fell back in the comfortable dynamics after being apart for a full year.
“Hm. A shame.” He muttered and before you could ask further, he opened the door all the way for you. “Come in. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
You obediently entered.
That was the thing with Aaron. Was he ever inappropriate towards you? No. (god knows how much you'd like that) But the lines always blurred whenever it was just the two of you. A long glance, a hand staying on your back a little too long, deep conversations. At first you weren't sure if you're not imagining it.
“So… how's Jack?” You asked, standing in the doorway and looking around. The house was just as neat as the owner, everything cleaned to perfection. You knew he had a lot of free time. In his new life, he worked mostly online (although you weren't sure what exactly he was doing) and most of his time was spent with his son, which now seemed to be missing, the house quiet.
“He's good. Went to a summer camp.” Aaron answered, noticing your questioning gaze. “I'll be alone for the next two weeks or so.” he said, giving you that look again. You ignored it, but you couldn’t hide how your cheeks were getting embarrassingly red.
“I see” you said with a practiced uninterested expression. “Well, what are you gonna do with all that time?” You asked, praying he won't say what you feared he would.
“I'll probably hang around with your parents. We have a fishing trip planned and then maybe a barbeque?’
You groaned internally. Of course.
“That's nice.” You lied through your teeth, watching him shake some of his salt into a separate container. You leaned your hip against the counter, feeling the tense silence enveloping the two of you until he cleared his throat, handing you what you came for in the first place.
“Here you go. And make sure to tell your mom she doesn't have to bribe me with cookies - whatever any of you want or need, just ask.” His low voice carried an odd intensity, unfit to the words. You kept his gaze with your own for a while.
“I'll make sure to pass that over. Thank you.”
When you finally left, you let out a shaky breath you've been holding the entire time. God damn you, Aaron Hotchner, for messing with your mind yet once again.
The next day was just as hot as the previous, slowly stripping you out of all the patience you could've had. You liked summer but the heat got to you quite easily.
Which is why you refused to tag along with your parents to visit some open air markets. “You'll never get this good of quality anywhere else” your mom kept saying but you wouldn't budge, rather sticking to the couch, wearing as little possible clothing with a fan on to save your life.
You sat there lazily, licking on a watermelon popsicle and switching through the canals when you heard knocking on the sliding glass door leading out to the backyard. You turned around to see your awful neighbour peeking inside.
“Your parents home?” He called out to you, with the little decency to at least pretend he wasn't looking at your revealed soft, plump thighs, not covered nearly enough by your shorts.
“Nope. They won't be for a while.” You turned your face back to the TV, trying to ignore your heart racing. The popsicle already started melting and dripping down onto your hand, leaving a sticky trail all the way down your arm to your elbow.
“Maybe I can wait for them here” he said, much to your horror before walking past you to sit next to your spot on the couch. His eyes carefully followed your tongue attempting to lick off the popsicle. You stopped abruptly.
“Alright.” You mumbled, trying to appear casual. But he wasn't trying nearly as hard as you and it made you want to stop all together. Take your chances. However stupid of a thought that was.
He didn't let you sit there in awkward silence for long. His lazy gaze trailing over your body as he leaned back on the couch. “So” he started, “how's it going at the college? Are you dating anyone?”
“No.” You replied carefully and couldn't miss the approving flicker in his eye. Your throat bobbed as you swallowed. You felt like you knew where this was gonna end up already. His eyes narrowed.
“Really? Why's that?” His gaze was piercing through you. Whenever he was around you felt him figuring you out in real time. It was more than annoying how he could read you like an open book no matter what.
What annoyed you even more was the fact he was actively toying with you. He knew all of your thoughts, noticed when you stared at him a bit too long yet he never did anything about it, letting you suffer like the absolute monster he was.
“I don't know. No one interests me, I guess.” You replied half heartedly, too distracted with thoughts racing in your head and his presence so, so close to you. You could smell his expensive cologne and hear his steady breathing, so unlike your own. How dared he stay so collected while actively messing you up?
“Maybe you just need someone to show you what you're missing out on.”
“What?”
“No, nothing.” He snickered at the mess you made of yourself by that point and leaned in nearly unnoticeably, just barely. In case he was reading you wrong which rarely happened. “Need help cleaning that up?”
You were just about to answer that no, you're not a kid and you can damn well clean yourself when his lips met your elbow and you froze. Instantly. You looked down at him, mouth agape.
“I-”
“Hm? What's that?” He lifted one eyelid up, looking at you through his eyelashes. “Want me to stop?”
You hardly could form a coherent thought but there was one clear as day, screaming inside your head. No. You shook your head, letting him do whatever he wanted with you. He had you just where he wanted you and he knew it.
His lips are soft on your skin as he worked his way up your arm, leaving nibbles here and there. He didn't waste time with how long he was waiting for it.
It took you a while to fully relax into it but when you finally did it felt like damn heaven, with Aaron as the goddamn angel himself. Or God.
He smirked, finishing with a firm kiss to your knuckles.
“What's the matter?” He leaned over you until your back hit the armrest and you laid there flat. His hand slid under your loose shirt, rubbing your hip bones. All the facades were off and none of you pretended to not know what the other wanted anymore. You were sure you weren't ever this aroused in your entire life.
You bit back a whine much to Aaron's disapproval. He laced his fingers with yours and took your hand back down to rest on the couch.
“I didn't wait for you this long just to not be able to hear you,” he growled in that authoritative voice that made your knees weak. You knew you were gone right that second.
“I-im sorry.”
“Sorry, what?” He nibbled on your ear, warm breath flowing over your face and causing you to shiver. “Have some respect for your elders.”
“I'm sorry… sir…?” And when his grip on you tightened you knew you hit the right spot.
His moves got sloppy and near feverish and he pulled your shirt off of you, desperate to get to your soft, sun kissed skin. You smelt like sunscreen and it was slowly driving him crazy.
His hips bucked against yours and you let out a string of course words when you felt his hardness straining against his shorts, so close to your own heat. It was hot, sweaty, desperate and exactly what you yearned for all these summers.
Your fingers tangled in his dark locks, tugging his head up, leading to your lips finally meeting properly. He pressed on yours firmly, deepening the kiss like his life depended on it. And maybe it did because at that moment you felt like you would die if you were to go without his touch a second longer.
You felt him smile against your lips and you opened your mouth, letting him inside, delighted to feel and taste his saliva mixing with yours in the battle of tongues and teeth clashing together, fighting for dominance.
You never intended to win so it didn't bother you when Hotch eventually won as expected and gripped your chin, kissing you with all he had. You responded eagerly at the same time reaching down for his belt, unbuckling it in a frenzy. He stopped your hand with his, bringing it back up.
“Behave.” He purred, rubbing your nose with his. “Patience, love.”
And you listened. Because how could you not, with his deep, low voice and these beautiful brown eyes staring right into your soul?
When he eventually broke the kiss you chased after his mouth, letting out a bratty whine. But your complaints quickly stopped when he lowered himself down on your body until facing your shorts up close, already tucking his fingers underneath them to slide them off your legs. You took a deep breath and leaned your head back, bracing yourself for what was coming.
And gosh, was it a lot. You already knew he'd be good at this - he was a single, extremely attractive father in his 50s. But his skills transcended your assumptions by a lot.
He sucked on your clit like there was no tomorrow, face buried so deep between your thighs you weren't entirely sure if he could breathe. But he didn't care, lapping at you like you were the best meal he ever had.
He pinched your hip when you tried to back off a little, not approving of this at all, pushing you even closer onto his eager face. Although he did back up, looking up at you with this stupid, glistening of your juices worried smile. “Am I being too much, pretty?’
“No” you managed to get out weakly earning a small, sweet kiss to your lips when he finally got his share of your essence. Which didn't mean he was done with you - far from it, his lips trailed back down, stopping on your neck to suck a few dark marks. He got off on seeing your pretty, silky smooth skin getting marked by him and ruined for anyone else. He admired his work before moving to your tits.
You've already learned he was a man starved when it came to you. He sucked your nipple into his mouth, working on it without a break while his other hand groped your other breasts, squeezing and pinching in all the right places. His skilled mouth combined with rough hands were quick to send you over the edge, coming in your pants like a teenager at the littlest touch. He didn't seem thrown off by it, just more determined to see that blissful look on your face again.
“Can you do one more for me, angel?” He rubbed your cheek with teasing affection. He lifted himself up off of you just to get his own clothes off and settle above you again, his tip pressing to your needy hole. He didn't move yet - he enjoyed the desperate look on your face. He wanted to see how quickly you'd go to be an absolute mess begging for his cock.
“Yes” you nodded eagerly, desperate to please him. “Yes. Please. I need you.” You writhed beneath him, attempting to push yourself down on him but his strong hands kept your hips firmly in place.
“Be good and I'll think about it.”
“I will be! I will be good, just please…”
He smiled, satisfied and slowly pushed in just an inch, just enough to make you squirm but not fully satisfy you just yet. “You're so good for me, aren't you?” You nodded again. “God, your dad would kill me if he knew what I'm doing to his precious thing right now.” He kept distracting you with sweet words as he got more and more inches inside, his hard cock dragging against your slick walls at a torturous, slow pace.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, tears falling down your cheeks, frustration and pure, intense need building up with no way out whatsoever. You clawed at his back partially to ground yourself and, just a little, punish him for making you go through this.
Finally his last restraints snapped and he burrowed his face in your neck, moaning, sitting himself fully in your sweet, tight pussy.
“You're so, so good for me baby.” He turned your positions around so now you were straddling him, his dick hitting a new, delicious spot. “You can move now. I'll help you out, hm?”
The heat and the strain got to you so you ran out of strength quickly. Hotch grabbed your thighs and guided you up and down on him, kissing praises into your skin.
“That's it. Such a good girl.” He plunged up into you so you meet halfway, working together in sync, chasing after your orgasms. The room filled with obscene, wet noises and for a second you remembered about your parents possibly being home soon yet couldn't bring yourself to care, busy jumping on his cock silly. You felt the similar feeling coiling in your gut. Aaron sensed it too and you felt his hand groping you again, tugging at your firm nipples. He watched in awe as your mouth went wide open and his back arched on him, making his cock hit that sweet spot again.
He knew neither of you would last much longer anymore.
“Are you on the pill?” He asked, breathless, his gaze focused on his own hardness sliding in and out of you.
“Yes.” You nodded, pressing your hips down and making him groan. “Cum inside me. Please, sir?” In reaction he hissed and picked up his pace, pounding into you relentlessly.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart” he said and kept you from moving, your bodies taunt and tense. You saw stars before your very eyes when you felt his thick, warm seed pumping into you. Your orgasm followed and your walls clenched around his already softening cock, sucking him dry.
After a few moments, before you could even think of standing up yourself, he lifted you up off his lap gently and laid down with you on the couch. The space was way too small but you didn't mind his presence. Only a little his body heat.
When your parents got back you both were freshened up, sitting on the couch with appropriate distance between you, watching some random show with smiles on your faces.
Your mother walked in and smiled at the sigh, setting down the grocery bag on the counter before asking: “You two having fun?”
“Oh, surely.” Aaron replied for you, hardly noticeable smirk on his face. You pretended nothing was happening when his hand squeezed your thigh just out of their sight but you couldn't do anything about the blush spreading on your face.
It was going to be a long summer. And you already wished it was even longer.
Your father’s best friend is a man of principles. And as much as you want him to be your very first, Aaron Hotchner couldn’t bring himself to corrupt you.
You barely managed to suppress a squeal of joy as you frantically smoothed your disheveled curls and checked your appearance in the hallway mirror. From where you are standing, you can hear the boisterous laughter of your father mingling with the deep and soothing voice of Aaron Hotchner talking animatedly downstairs.
It only means one thing.
He’s visiting.
And your heart almost exploded at the idea.
With light and careful steps, you bolted down the stairs, quickly trudging towards the spacious living room where your father and his best friend were talking. Your anticipation rose higher with each step, and by the time you reached the staircase landing, your face was flushed with excitement. Eagerly, you rounded the corner, your eyes scanning the room until they landed on a certain man whose sight alone was enough to knock you off your feet.
Aaron Hotchner was standing near the fireplace, absorbed by the conversation he was having with your father, his tall frame and commanding presence impossible to miss.
“Aaron!” You called out, your voice bright and laced with obvious adoration.
Aaron whirled instantly at the sound of your voice, a warm smile spreading across his face.
“Oh, hey there,” he greeted back, mirroring your wide grin.
You crossed the room in quick strides and flung your arms around him, which he returned with an amused chuckle. His arms wrapped tightly around you in a familiar, comforting embrace. And the first whiff of his scent threw you in a whirlpool of affection. It feels like falling in love with him all over again. The very same way you felt on your 25th birthday when he asked you for a dance and wrapped you in his gentle warmth in the middle of the dance floor.
The closeness now was making you dizzy; the heavy scent of his perfume, the firmness of his body, and the feeling of being held by him after so long.
“It’s so good to see you!” You said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. You clung to him a moment longer than necessary, enjoying the contact. “It’s been a while since you dropped by. I thought you forgot about us!”
Aaron chuckled at your whiny voice.
“It's good to see you too,” Aaron replied calmly. He pulled back from the hug, keeping his hands on your shoulders as he looked at you. “I’m sorry, work’s been keeping me busy. How have you been?”
You smiled up at him. “Great. You know, same as always. Just busy with work and everything.”
You tried sounding casual to not appear too excited. You felt his rough hands squeeze your shoulders gently before finally letting go.
“I’m glad to hear that.”
As he released you, a pang of disappointment swirled down your stomach, but you quickly masked it with another bright smile.
With a tentative step back, you clasped your hands behind you and rocked back and forth in your tiptoes, staring back at him. Aaron chuckled softly at your innocent gesture, a sound that sent a chill through your spine.
“Aaron’s just in town for a bit, sweetheart. I believe they just finished a case,” Your father chimed in with a smile, watching your usual interaction with his best friend. “Thought he’d drop by and catch up.”
“Well, I’m glad you did,” You mumbled, your gaze never leaving Aaron’s face.
“Me too,” Aaron replied quietly, smiling at you. “It’s always nice to be here.”
Your heart hammered against your chest almost painfully. Jesus Christ, this man is aging like a fine wine. You doubt you’ve seen anyone as handsome and attractive as he is. He always looked so good in your eyes. And it seems like he’s getting hotter and hotter every time you get to see him. Is it even possible for someone to look this good? Shouldn’t this be a federal crime?
Before you could even stop yourself, the words slipped out of your lips.
“You really should come by more often, Aaron,” You suggested out of nowhere, a hint of hopefulness in your tone. “I mean… you know… it’s just me and Dad here. It’s not like we have a lot of friends who come over.”
Your heart soared as he continued staring at you. Unknowingly, heat rushed through your face because of that. You started panicking in your head. Was that out of line? Was that too much? Oh God, maybe that’s too much. He must be thinking you’re desperate for company- his company. Or maybe he thinks you’re weird for asking th—
“I’ll try, angel,” his expression remained soft as he nodded. “Promise.”
You let out a soft sigh.
Seems like he didn’t mind too much.
The late afternoon sun casted a warm glow over the backyard of your home. Aaron and your father stood by the grill, occupied in a seemingly humorous conversation, the smell of grilled meat wafting through the open air. Both of them had cold beers in hand, laughing and chatting as they tended to the meat they were grilling.
It was a quiet afternoon.
By the pool, you decided to lounge on a large swan floater, enjoying the last hours of the day. You were clad in a white bikini adorned with soft pink ribbons that fluttered slightly in the gentle breeze. A pair of oversized sunglasses shielded your eyes from the sun as you sipped on a mango smoothie, humming quietly to yourself.
A thick book lay open in your lap, but your attention was divided. Aaron would often catch you glancing up, watching him and your father with a small smile on your lips. He’d only mirror your smile and go back to their conversation, leaving you to your own thoughts and your fluttering, little heart.
The sight of Aaron, relaxed and at ease, filled you with a sense of relief and contentment. He was wearing a navy blue shirt and denim pants, all casual and handsome from where he was standing. You couldn’t help but admire the way he laughed at your father’s terrible jokes, his eyes crinkling at the very corners.
The sound of his deep, hearty laughter echoed in your ears.
How you wish you could always have him around.
Despite the book in your hands, you couldn’t focus so much on reading. Your thoughts kept drifting back to Aaron, the way he looked, the sound of his voice, the warmth of his presence. You could barely remember the first time you found him attractive. Maybe somewhere deep down, you’ve always known he’s the most attractive man you have ever met.
You took another sip of your smoothie, savoring the sweet, tangy flavor as you unconsciously let your gaze linger on him… again.
“How’s that book?” Your father called out, glancing over at you with a smile.
You grinned, raising your voice slightly to be heard over the gentle splashing of the water. “It’s good. But I’m enjoying the sun more.”
Aaron looked over at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. “You look like you’re having a great time,” he said, his eyes briefly wandering on your bare legs before returning to your face.
Crimson red dusted your already flushed cheeks.
“Well, I am...” Your voice trembled a little, your heart fluttering at the attention. “And I’m hungry. That smells good I can’t focus here.”
Your father chuckled, flipping a burger on the grill. “Just wait until you taste these burgers, sweetheart. Aaron here has some secret grilling tips.”
“No, no. I’ll be the judge of that, Dad.”
You laughed, leaning back on the swan floater. And as Aaron’s gaze landed in your direction again, he took a swig of his cold beer.
“We’ll make sure to save you the best one,” he said, his voice warm and teasing. “I bet you’ll forget your own name.”
“Oh, that’s cocky!”
He chuckled at your reaction. “Just a little fact.”
“As I said, I’ll be judge of that."
You beamed at him, feeling a ribbon of happiness twirling in your stomach.
The evening eventually settled into a comfortable night. After a delicious dinner Aaron insisted on preparing, the three of you moved to the living room. The television was on and cast a soft glow in the dimmed space as a series played.
Aaron and your father sat on the large couch, sipping on their brandy. While you occupied the solo couch, your legs tucked beneath you as you watched the scenes intently, munching on the red velvet cupcake Aaron brought for you earlier.
“Oh, oh—” You shrieked, covering your eyes quickly as you reached an intense moment between the main characters, the tension was so thick that you felt uncomfortable watching it with your father.
Aaron glanced at you and chuckled, licking the bitter alcohol left in his lower lip.
“You okay?” He asked gently, amused by your reaction.
You shook your head while laughing. “That’s not— that shouldn’t be allowed. They look so good together!”
Aaron laughed in agreement, nodding his head in accord. But it quickly died down when your father joined the conversation.
“You know, it’s inappropriate, isn’t it? An old man with such a young woman,” your father suddenly commented, sipping on his drink before shaking his head.
You felt a slight flush of embarrassment. You found yourself darting your glance at Aaron to see his reaction. On his seat, he remained silent, his eyes focused on the screen, but you noticed the subtle tightening of his jaw.
“Really, Dad, that’s your concern?” You tried sounding humorous, clearing your throat a little. “That’s literally her uncle. Doesn’t that freak you out?”
“Silly girl, of course, it does!” You chuckled awkwardly at your father’s dry reply. “It’s already wrong from our moral standpoint. What I’m saying is, that’s a grown man hitting on a young woman. That’s highly inappropriate.”
Aaron took a slow sip of his drink, still not commenting, but you could sense the discomfort radiating from him. You shifted in your seat, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.
“It definitely makes you think,” your father continued, oblivious to the tension. “I mean, what could they possibly have in common?”
The scenes continued with you and Aaron both silent. After a few more moments, your father turned to Aaron with a more cheerful tone.
“So... have you been on any dates lately? You never talk about your love life.”
Aaron finally looked away from the TV, a slight smile playing on his lips. “I’ve been busy with work, you know how it is. Haven’t had much time for dating.”
Your father’s interest was piqued, and so was yours. “Come on, there must be someone. You’re not getting any younger, you know.”
Aaron chuckled, shaking his head. And suddenly, the red velvet cupcake no longer tastes appetizing. It turned all bitter and dry against your tongue.
“I’ve had a few dates here and there, but nothing serious.”
“Oh, right. What’s her name again? Beth, right?”
You felt a pang of something you couldn’t quite name. Jealousy, maybe? Aaron dating other women was a topic you actually didn’t like to think about. Who the hell is Beth?
“Maybe you should settle down,” your father suggested, leaning back in his seat. “Find someone who can put up with your crazy work schedule. You know, after Haley divorced you because of that…”
Aaron laughed softly, but there was a hint of resignation in his tone. “Easier said than done.”
Your throat dried up as their conversation continued. It feels like you’ve been eating sand. You fidgeted on the cupcake box perched on your lap as you unconsciously glanced over the kitchen, thinking of getting yourself water. But Aaron’s eyes met yours briefly, and you felt a spark of something electric pass between you.
Which made you look away.
You tried to focus on the television screen, but your thoughts kept returning to Aaron, wondering if he ever thought of you as more than just his best friend’s daughter. Maybe not.
Definitely not.
The tension in the living room had become palpable you had to excuse yourself to the kitchen. As you walked away, you felt Aaron’s gaze lingering on you, sending a trail of shivers down your spine.
You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding as you reached the kitchen. You filled a glass with cold water and took a slow sip, letting the cool liquid soothe your nerves. The silence of the kitchen contrasted with the awkwardness in the living room.
“Hey,” Aaron’s deep voice jolted you out of your thoughts.
You turned around to see him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable. As always, your heart skipped a beat, wallowing from his very presence.
“Hey,” you said back, trying to sound casual, “you need something?”
“I just wanted to check on you.”
You forced a smile and didn’t say anything. Aaron took a step closer, the space between you shrinking until he was only a foot away. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body, his presence and scent overwhelming your senses.
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. “Hmm. Just too much cupcake. Too sweet.”
His eyes softened as he reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. The gentle touch made you blush, and you found yourself leaning into his hand, craving for more.
“Aaron,” you whispered, your voice trembling, “This... I don’t know what to do with this.”
He sighed, his thumb caressing your cheek.
The world seemed to have gone quiet. The hum of the refrigerator, the distant sound of the TV in the other room— all of it faded into the background. All you could focus on was Aaron, and the way his attention narrowed down on you. Like you’re the only one that matters in his world.
Almost as if in a trance, you pushed on your tiptoes, leaning in to Aaron’s lips. Blood rushed through your head with your own action. You could feel his breath on your lips, the hint of alcohol intoxicating.
But just as your lips were about to meet, Aaron pulled back abruptly. His jaw clenched when he glanced down at you.
“We can't do this.”
“Aaron…”
He shook his head, stepping back further. “It’s not right. You know that.”
“I don’t understand. I thought... I thought you felt the same.”
Tears welled up in your eyes.
“This is inappropriate,” He said instead, his voice strained. “I’m sorry.”
You looked away, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying. Aaron sighed as he saw you keeping your tears at bay, his eyes filled with regret.
Silence enveloped you both for a moment, while the weight of his words was crushing your hopeful heart.
“It’s okay, Aaron. It’s not your fault you don’t feel the same…” your smile trembled before you finally walked passed him.
The night had grown late. After finishing the episode, your father called out it was time for bed. You quickly made your way to your room, bidding them both quick goodnight, trying to push aside the pain and disappointment from your earlier encounter with Aaron.
You slipped into your pajamas, a simple tank top, and silk shorts, and climbed into bed. The silence was comforting, allowing your thoughts to slowly drift away. You tried to focus on anything but Aaron, the silence of the night, the coldness of your room, but his face kept appearing in your mind, his words echoing in your ears— and the fact that he’s literally in the guest room next to yours.
Just as you were staring mindlessly at the ceiling, you heard a quiet knock on your door. Your heart leaped as you stood up, your breath caught in your throat.
“Aaron?” you whispered, not entirely sure if you’re dreaming.
The door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway. He looked hesitant as he stepped inside, his expression unreadable in the dim light of your room.
“Can I come in?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nodded mutely, unable to trust your voice. He closed the door gently behind him as he finally stepped inside. The room felt even smaller with him in it, the air thick with tension.
“What are you doing here?” you finally managed to ask.
Aaron took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. “I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about... earlier.”
A bitter smile rose on your lips.
“I know I said it’s inappropriate,” he continued, his voice strained. “But I can’t stop thinking about you.”
You swallowed thickly. “What are you saying?”
He moved closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “That this is tearing me apart. I know it’s complicated, and I know I said it can’t happen, but... I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel anything for you.”
The room filled with the quiet sound of your breathing as you both stood there, just staring at each other. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
“Come here,” you said softly, pulling him closer.
Aaron hesitated for a split second, then stepped forward, wrapping you in a tight hug. You buried your face in his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. Being in his arms felt right. You know that no matter how complicated this is for you both, this is exactly where you want to be.
With him.
In his arms.
You tilted your head back, meeting his eyes again, and for a moment, the world stood still.
“Take me, Aaron…” you said in a whisper, blood rushing through your cheeks. “I want you to be my first.”
His body stiffened with what he heard.
“What? No, no. I can’t do that.”
“Why?” You leaned in slowly, testing the waters.
It started slow, gentle, tasting Aaron’s hesitance from your insistence.
When he didn’t show any sign of resistance, you carefully closed the distance, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. Which Aaron didn’t respond at first…
Until he did.
“I ca—” He broke the kiss, shaking his head. “I can’t do this. Not— no.”
You cupped his cheeks with both your hands. “I want this, Aaron.”
“Do you even know what you’re asking me to do?”
“Yes,” you cut him off by chasing his lips again, staring up at him. “Please, Aaron? I want you to fuck me.”
You stared back at him with the same intensity.
Aaron let out a deep sigh as he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. His big hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer as he guided you to the bed.
Both of you broke apart for a moment, breathing heavily. And when he looked down at you, a mixture of adoration and concern flickered in his eyes.
“Are you sure about this, baby?” he asked, his voice hoarse.
You nodded quickly, your grip tightening on his arm. “I’ve never been more sure about anything, Aaron.”
Aaron’s lips trailed down your neck, inhaling your scent as he left a soft trail of light kisses. “You smell so good, angel. God, I don’t want to hurt you.”
He was murmuring against your skin. With his hot breath fanning on your neck, you felt like you were on fire. Every touch sent tingles through your already wet core. You tugged at his shirt, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against yours.
“Off, Aaron, please…” you pleaded softly.
And so he obliged, pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it aside. You ran your hands over his chest, marveling at the hard planes of muscle beneath your fingertips. Your cunt clenched at the mere sight of dark hair trailing his stomach down to the fabric of his shorts.
“Tell me if you want to stop, alright?” He murmured breathlessly.
“I’m yours, Aaron. I don’t want to stop.”
“My sweet girl...” He sighed softly, placing a soft kiss on your collarbone. “Promise me.”
You buck your hips to get some friction on your neglected cunt.
“Alright, okay, I promise. Just please do something…”
Aaron’s hands expertly moved to the hem of your tank top, his eyes seeking permission. You nodded again, and he lifted it over your head, revealing your bare skin. His lips found yours in no time, hungrier and so much messier, as he explored your body.
His calloused and rough hands cupped your tits, rubbing your taut nipples with the pad of his palm.
“Aaron,” you whispered, your voice breathless. “I need you. Feel so hot.”
“I know, baby. But we need to slow down.”
He shed the rest of your clothes deftly. His touch was gentle yet insistent, his hands exploring the softness of your skin like a map. And you felt like drowning in him, his kisses, his touch, your desire to be taken.
Your breath hitched as you felt his hand traveling down your thighs.
“Do you touch yourself, angel?” He asked softly.
You let out a shaky breath, nodding. “Yes, yes. Just my fingers.”
“You do?” He seemed interested, perking his eyebrows teasingly. “And what do you think about while doing that?”
You arched your back as you sucked in a breath, feeling his finger rubbing the sensitive nub of your drenched pussy. Fuck, why is he teasing you?
“You, Aaron… wanted you…”
Your jaw almost dropped as Aaron entered two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them profusely as his eyes lingered on yours. Right after, he settled himself in between your thighs, while you blushed hard and fought the urge to hide your wetness from his hungry eyes.
“It might hurt a little, sweetling,” He said quietly. “Be a good girl and relax for me, alright?”
You nodded quickly, your cunt clenching in anticipation. Just a few moment, you felt Aaron’s middle finger prodding your entrance, his eyes focused on you— searching for any sign of discomfort and that he needs to stop.
Instead, you gave him a nod.
He dipped his head in between your legs, his hot breath directed at your clenching pussy. He gave your cunt a few teasing licks, nibbling on your clit before running the pad of his tongue on your wet entrance. All the while, his finger found a rhythm that felt both new and familiar to you.
You bite down on your hand, muffling the moans threatening to escape your lips. And once you started getting accustomed to his finger and his tongue assaulting your cunt, he prodded the other finger, while his thumb rubbed gentle circles on your aching clit.
“Aaron… oh god…” You shut your eyes tightly, your legs trembling. “Feels so goo- oh! Oh my god!”
A smile appeared on his lips as he glanced up at you, his voice rough as his fingers continued abusing the spongy spot inside. “Right there, angel? That’s it?”
“Yes, yes, ye– oh my god, Aaron!”
“Shh…” He chuckled quietly, “You’ll wake your father, baby. You have to be quiet for me, alright?”
You nodded frantically even though you didn’t fully understand what he was saying. The lewd sound of your pussy squelching echoed in the silence of your room, accompanied by your quiet whimpers and Aaron’s heavy breathing.
“There you go. Good girl, angel. Good girl…” He whispered encouragingly, diving back again on your pussy. “Come for me, sweet girl. Be good for me.”
“Good?” He asked hoarsely, making you nod as you catch your breath. “Do you still want to do this?”
The world crumbled as your orgasm racked your body. Your legs trembled, your back arched, your lips hung open into a silent scream. But Aaron didn’t stop, his fingers pummeling in and out of your wet cunt until you whimpered and held his wrist, stopping him fully.
“I do, yes. Inside… I want you inside me, Aaron.”
He sighed softly before finally taking off his shorts. Your eyes followed the slow movements of his hands, alternating your gaze from the the plain of his veiny arms to his face.
Once off, he wrapped his big hand around his hard and leaking cock, pumping it slowly, then rubbing his thumb at the tip. You heard him hiss at the contact. He was big; both in girth and length. And for the first time that night, you felt unsure for a moment.
Aaron gave you a reassuring smile.
“Would it fit?”
“I’ll be gentle, sweet girl,” He chuckled hoarsely at your question, taking his place in between your legs again. “Spit on my hand, darling.”
“W-why?” You blushed, confused by the request.
“Alright, I’ll do it then.”
You bit your lip as you felt the tip of his cock on your entrance. Aaron knelt between your legs, and you watched how he spat on your desperate pussy. Just after that, he rubbed the tip up and down your cunt, spreading his saliva messily on your pulsing core.
“It will hurt, baby. I need you to relax.”
You nodded unsurely, your eyebrows tugging to a frown. “I’ll try, Aaron– oh, ouch!”
Aaron held you close, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on your hips. Your room was filled with whispered words and soft moans.
“That’s it, angel… just relax for me… Good girl, look at that.”
“Ouch–” You whimpered quietly, gripping his arm for support. “It… it hurts. Aaron—”
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispered sympathetically, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. “You’re doing great for me, angel.”
You hummed shakily as you let him bury himself deeper, feeling more of his pulsating cock deep down your cunt. Aaron propped himself above you, scanning your face with obvious worry. His hand was gentle as he caressed your cheek, brushing the strands of hair away from your sweaty face.
“You look so beautiful, baby…” He gave you a sweet smile before placing a featherlight kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, down to your lips.
You keened at his softness. “You can move now, d-daddy. Please... I can take it…”
“Of course you can, sweetling. Daddy just wants to be careful.”
THE ENDING AAAAAAAAAA! This is originally a request but I accidentally deleted the first draft 😅 Hehehehe sorry, Anon! Hope you like this! 🫶🏼
Nothing in this world has ever baffled Aaron Hotchner more than your questionable taste in men. And after witnessing firsthand how shitty your boyfriend was, he made it his night’s mission to steal your mind from him and show you what you’ve been missing all along.
You were the most sensible member of the BAU as far as Aaron is concerned.
In almost 5 years of working together, he’s never had a problem with you or your work ethic. You’re intelligent and logical, and you never made any rash decision that put yourself or anyone on the team in danger, nor did you ever compromise a case for any reckless, unaccounted reason. Years passed and all the doubts he initially had about you melted into a puddle of respect and adoration. And since then, you never heard him or anyone else contradict your arguments.
In your defense, being the youngest in the FBI gave you the unabating urge to follow orders and protocols as they were, to always play by the book exactly the way you were taught in the Academy. Or maybe because Morgan was right when he teasingly profiled you as someone with people-pleasing tendencies— especially to Hotch and Rossi, given they are higher-ups and had the longest experience in the Bureau.
Nothing was wrong with that, of course. You’re good at what you’re doing. You’re productive; and a valuable member of the team. Slowly over the past years, you’ve gained everyone’s trust and respect. And you’ve been made aware that everyone always has your back…
Unless the topic is your relationships.
“There’s a new Korean barbecue place down the block, do you want to join us?” You stopped midway through arranging your weekly reports as Spencer leaned against your table.
Glancing around the bullpen, you noticed Penelope and Derek standing by Emily’s desk, watching you and Spencer subtly from a distance. You almost snorted when Emily and Penelope scampered to look away, while Derek only crossed his arms and raised one of his eyebrows— like he always does when he’s pissed.
You leaned towards Spencer, whispering. “They know, don’t they?”
“Garcia knows,” He whispered back promptly. “Hey, don’t look at me like that. I didn’t tell anyone.”
You stared at him suspiciously, eyes squinting a little. It’s just a joke. If there’s anyone in the team that you trust with your little secrets, that’s Spencer. But you’re curious if he knows how Penelope got wind of your secret date tonight. As far as you know, Spencer was the only person who knew about this.
“I don’t judge you...” He replied with a simple shrug. “You know, people who’ve grown attached to unhealthy relationships find it difficult to leave. Given your people-pleasing tendencies, I know you’re holding onto the chance of proving yourself to him. And you’re still waiting for him to realize your worth. It’s sad actually, now that I remember that.”
You gasped in offense and disbelief, making you slap your palm on his shoulder. While Spencer only grinned and chuckled at your reaction.
“Wait till you hear what Morgan has to say.”
You shivered at the thought. Derek has always been protective of you. Ever since you joined the team, he’s claimed that you’re his little sister. Not that it was a problem, of course, you absolutely love having an older brother. It’s just that… you don’t know how to act whenever he’s pissed because you never had a brother in the first place.
As you wandered your gaze to where your friends were standing, a worried frown lidded your expression. Derek hasn’t moved an inch and is pretty much still watching you, obviously seething in annoyance. On his side stood Emily and Penelope, both looking at you with guilty faces.
“He’s going to kill me,” you mumbled to yourself.
Spencer could only snort. “Yeah, right. I wonder why...”
You turned to him in resignation, heaving a deep sigh as you did so. You focused on arranging the folders on your desk before hitting him square on the chest with the documents.
“Enjoy the weekend, Dr. Reid,” You bid him goodnight before walking away.
“What about Korean barbecue?” He called out, raising both his arms in the middle of the office.
You whirled around to face them, still taking small steps backward.
“I’ve got a date!” You announced with a cheeky grin.
The door to Aaron’s office was left open as usual. From your desk earlier, you saw him working on some paperwork due for this week. There was a mountain of it on his table. And you saw him several times leaning on his chair and massaging his temple— not that you’re watching.
“Sir?” You knocked softly on the door surface to get his attention. He was focused on the document he was reading, his eyebrows tugged together in a scowl.
When he heard your voice, though, he glanced up and almost immediately caught your eyes.
“Hey…” He greeted shortly, smiling as he leaned on his swivel chair. “Come in.”
You mirrored his smile as you handed him the documents. “My reports, sir...”
He gave you a brief nod, thanking you promptly after accepting the pile of folders. You stood in front of him for a moment, taking in every bit of his features: his clean-cut hair, the dark circles under his eyes, the light stubble on his jaw— how can someone be that attractive while under stress? Good God.
“Everything okay?”
You blinked in confusion. “Sir?”
“You’re staring,” He pointed out, chuckling. “Are you visiting that Korean barbecue with Reid?”
Your eyes automatically darted to the glass window, seeing that everyone was still waiting for you at Emily’s table. Even JJ was there, listening to Morgan ranting in frustration.
“No, I have a date later…” You admitted shyly, feeling your cheeks heating up.
“Ah…” His eyebrows perked in surprise. “But I heard Garcia wanting you to come with them, do they know about this date?”
You pursed your lips before shaking your head… then nodding.
“They didn’t know— well Reid knew— then Garcia— then now everyone else.”
Aaron nodded slowly, trying to understand your point. “And I assume you don’t want them to know?”
A deep sigh unknowingly escaped your lips.
As much as the team tries not to profile each other, it comes out instinctively. One time after discovering your ex-boyfriend was commenting publicly on other women’s bikini posts, you got so distracted that Emily had to pull you aside to make sure you were alright. Then another time when you came across the secret account he made to continue flirting with other women, you got questioned by Hotch for being so distracted.
They were so adamant in knowing what was bothering you. This is why you always try not to bring your personal issues to work.
“I’m going out with James...”
As soon as those words came out, Aaron looked stunned.
“Come again?”
“James…” You mumbled, your voice nearly cracking in embarrassment. “We’re seeing each other… again…”
It would’ve been better if the floor cracked open and swallowed you alive. The way Aaron was staring at you in disbelief was enough to shrink you in shame. You could even see the disappointment in his eyes, which is way worse than being judged in your opinion.
“The guy who dumped you after knowing you’re earning more than him and thinks women should quit their jobs after marriage?” He asked, scowling.
“Nope, that’s Benedict.”
Aaron heaved a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. The sight was so funny you almost laughed at his face.
“Is James the guy who comments on bikini pictures?”
“That’s Mark, sir…” You smiled awkwardly, scratching your ear. “He… he’s the one with the… video…”
“The one who cheated on you and filmed everything?” His scowl deepened even more. Is that even possible?
“Yes... sir... but he said he changed— okay— time to leave.”
You bolted out of his office. With how his eyes turned sharp as he heard your argument, you knew you just pushed his button.
Now it’s a funny memory, but Aaron Hotchner used to be your dream. Everyone in the BAU knew you spent your first year crushing hard on him. Until a random weekend bar hopping crushed your dream. Truth or Dare. When Morgan dared Aaron to make out with the young lady by the bar counter, you learned Aaron doesn’t like younger girls.
That made you step back. He’d obviously like career women; the mature ones, elegantly gorgeous, maybe with a good figure, curves in the right places, big boobs—
All men are the same. What do you expect, honestly? That’s what your ex-boyfriends like the most. Also their reason for cheating on you. You’re not their type, and you shouldn’t act too surprised because you knew that in the first place. Or that they have needs to fulfill. Apparently, you lack both.
“Hey, you okay?” The warmth of Aaron’s palm pulled you out of your reverie. You turned to him fast, blinking in confusion.
“Y-yes, sir. Were you saying something?”
He pursed his lips a little, nodding towards the view outside the car window.
“We’ve been here for five minutes.”
“Oh…” Heat crept on your cheeks after taking a peek, realizing you’ve already arrived in your apartment building. “Right. I’m sorry, sir. I was just thinking.”
“Of that dumbfuck asshole?”
You chuckled awkwardly, baffled by his sudden choice of words. He’s never the type who curses out of nowhere. “Sir?”
“He made you wait for three fucking hours,” He retorted, his voice calm— dangerously so. “The one you call ‘boyfriend.’”
“He is my boyfriend…”
He stared at you, unamused. “After everything he did?”
“Well…”
At least you know everyone was right: Derek, Penelope, Emily… Aaron. Maybe you’re a hopeless case. For someone decently smart, you’re a complete idiot. You should’ve seen this coming; these men will never change. There’s no way a smart woman would allow this to happen again.
The worst part is that you couldn’t even call your friends to pick you up after getting ditched. You just missed the last train, you couldn’t book a cab, and they’re all hanging out in a Korean restaurant— except Aaron. Which led him to bring you home instead.
“What? You'd still defend him?”
After a few lingering moments of just staring at each other, you decided to offer him a small smile instead of answering. You thanked him for the ride, bid him a good night, and told him to spend his weekend resting. With a sweet yet polite smile, you stepped out of his car.
But Aaron got out before you could even walk away, following you inside the building.
“I swear, I’m fine. You should go home, Aaron,” you insisted, trying to keep your voice steady.
Aaron walked in, trailing behind you, his presence and smell immediately filling your small apartment. You closed the door behind him and turned to find him standing in the middle of your living room, his gaze sweeping over the space before settling back on you.
“I’ll rest when I know you’re okay,” He gave you a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Nice apartment.”
“Thanks…” You gave him a tight-lipped smile. “Can I get you...?”
Your words died in your throat as you found yourself staring into the concerned eyes of Aaron Hotchner. He stood there, hands tucked into his pockets, his expression stoic and something you couldn’t quite place.
“You know, I never understood your preference,” He began cautiously, his eyes directed at you. “You never made good decisions with guys, don’t you?”
“I know that, Aaron.”
“They’re all idiots. Does that turn you on?”
“W-what?” You squeaked, your heart racing as the words sank in.
“Does being treated like trash turns you on?”
A warm tear licked your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away, feeling embarrassed and hurt by his words. Aaron didn’t move an inch but the way his eyes traveled along your face melted his irritation a little. Silently, he reached out and pulled you into an embrace, his arms solid and warm around your figure.
“Fucking hell…” He mumbled against your hair. “I try so fucking hard to be good to you and you let those schoolboys make you cry?”
You buried your face in his chest. “You’re the one making me cry right now.”
“It’s because I’m right.”
“I don’t need your lecture, Aaron Hotchner.”
You pulled back slightly to look at him. Your gaze collided, and you saw something shift in his eyes. The worried frown was still there, but there was something else— something more intense, subtly primal.
“If you’re expecting an apology then you’re wrong.” The muscle on his jaw ticked before he leaned toward your ear. “You know I can treat you so much better. I’d never make you wait and let someone else take you home. I can spend the entire night proving that to you.”
Without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if testing the waters and his reaction. But then you felt him respond, his hand moving to cup the back of your head, deepening the kiss.
You melted into him, the warmth of his body and the firmness of his touch causing intrinsic need to erupt at the pit of your stomach. The kiss grew messier, wetter, and uncoordinated. His hands found the crest of your breast, caressing you through your shirt with gentle yet possessive strokes.
He broke the kiss, his breath ragged. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and hoarse.
You nodded immediately, your own breath coming in short gasps. “I do, god, yes…”
You shivered at his touch, pressing your body closer to him. You found yourself unbuttoning your dress shirt, eagerly so, making Aaron smirk as his eyes followed your clumsy movements.
Once undone, you quickly threw your shirt on the ground. A satisfied glint flashed in Aaron’s eyes before he captured your lips again. This time, more urgent. You felt his arms snaking down your body.
“Should’ve known you’re a dirty slut...” A low chuckle rambled in his throat, his lips leaving soft kisses on your jaw. “Did you wear this red lingerie all day? Were you expecting that schoolboy to fuck you tonight, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes…” You moaned.
“Yes what, slut? You’re wearing this all day or that you wanted him to fuck you tonight?” He asked mockingly. “Tell me, baby, have you ever been fucked by a real man?”
“Aaron, please—” You let out a gasp, feeling your cunt getting wetter every second you spent untouched. “The left door– need you– please—”
“How greedy.”
Effortlessly, he perched you on his muscular arms, carrying you straight to the bedroom. All while you clung to him, your fingers tangling in his hair, your heart pounding with lust and anticipation.
He dropped you on the bed, his eyes dark with need. He took a moment to scan you, his gaze sweeping over your body with reverence.
“Take that pants off now. I want to see everything.”
The coldness of his voice sent tingles to your wet cunt. You quickly scrambled to your knees, your trembling hands stiffly finding their way to the button of your slacks. The thin fabric slid down your legs, exposing more of your body. You feel so exposed, all for his eyes.
“Fuck...” He breathed, palming his hard cock through his pants. “I always imagined how you’d look naked. You have no idea how much restraint it took me not to touch you every time we shared a room.”
A coil in your stomach tightened as he loosened his tie, carelessly tossing it on the ground. Now he’s left with his work shirt and pants, and the contrast of your nakedness alone excites you even more.
He stepped closer to the edge of the bed, his pointer finger tilting your chin upward. Just enough for you to meet his eyes.
“Didn’t you say you have a boyfriend, sweetheart?” His lips trailed from your lips to your cheek, slowly, teasingly down to your jaw.
You whimpered. “Hmm… yeah…”
“Care to remind me what that boy did to you?” He taunted, his voice menacingly low.
The warmth of his big, calloused hands explored the softness of your bare skin. You moaned softly, feeling his thumb and pointer finger rubbing one of your nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.
“He-” You swallowed thickly, clamping your thighs shut. “H-he cheated on me…”
Aaron hummed mockingly, tutting. “And you still want him here right now?”
“No…” You said quickly, blinking dazedly at him. “Want you, Aaron.”
“Is that how you talk to your boss, sweetheart?” He leaned backward, withdrawing his hand from touching you, one of his thick eyebrows raised in question. “For a cheating slut, I’d say you’re quite demanding.”
You ignored the wetness pooling in between your thighs. His eyes were dark and piercing as he took your nakedness in, while you stared back innocently. You reached for his pants, resting your palm on his clothed pelvis.
“I’m sorry, sir,” You said in a whisper, quietly unbuckling his belt as you did so. “I promise, I won’t tell anyone.”
“You better keep your promise, little girl.”
You gave him a sweet smile, Aaron’s chest rose and fell with every breath. His gaze was fixed on your fingers as they fumbled on his belt. The air hummed with anticipation, mirroring the pounding of your heart against your ribs.
As the belt slid free, Aaron’s hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. Leaning in, he inserted two of his fingers into your mouth. And you suck diligently, wetting his fingers thoroughly, staring at him all while your hands blindly unzipped his pants. After a few tries, you finally tugged down his pants and underwear, making him hiss quietly.
“Aaron...”
“Yes, sweetheart?” He rasped, frowning at you in concern. “Do you want to stop?”
“Can we… can we film this?”
He glanced at the ceiling, chuckling in disbelief. You watched how his throat bobbed with every swallow, and you squeezed your thighs for some friction. God, you’re so wet.
“And who would you show that, baby?” He asked curiously, pumping his cock in slow motion as he waited for your answer. “Eyes up here, sweetheart. Do you want to show your boyfriend how much of slut you are for an older man’s cock? Is that what you want?”
“Y-yes, sir…”
And that’s how you found yourself on your knees, naked, with Aaron’s big cock deep in your throat, staring up at his phone. Aaron was sitting on the edge of the bed, filming everything.
“What a dirty slut, you like that?” He asked hoarsely, tugging you away from his cock. You gasped loudly, feeling Aaron’s precum and your saliva dripping at the corner of your mouth.
“Thank you, sir...” you smiled breathlessly, closing your eyes as he slapped his veiny cock on your cheek and lip, spreading the wetness across your face.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so cockdrunk...” He mused, laughing to himself, making sure he was capturing everything on the video. “How does it feel to cheat with your boss, sweetheart?”
“G-good…” You gulped thickly. “Should’ve d-done this soon, sir…” You mumbled in a daze, opening your mouth to take him again but he firmly tapped your cheek to stop you from doing so.
“Lay down and open those pretty legs for me.”
The room smelled like sweat and sex, wrapping you both in the heat of the moment. Soft moans and whispers filled the air, bouncing at the four corners of the room.
You closed your eyes in embarrassment and lay quietly in the middle of the bed, following Aaron’s order. In your past relationships, nothing was ever like this. It was always quick, sometimes even one-sided. You’ve never felt confident with your body, and it’s not like you had too many experiences to learn and grow your confidence from.
“I said open your legs, slut. Are you dumb?” Aaron slapped your thigh using his free hand, the one not holding the phone. “Show me how wet that pussy is.”
You shut your legs even more, shaking your head lightly.
“Oh, sweetheart. Don’t tell me you’re shy...” He tutted, feining pity. “Open those legs right now or I’m leaving. Maybe you can call your little boyfriend to take care of you.”
You quickly shook your head, a whimper caught in your throat. You open your legs a little while your hands still covered your wet, glistening cunt. Aaron frowned at the sight, obviously displeased by your slow, unsure actions.
“Don’t test me, little girl.”
With an impatient sigh, he separated your thighs using his vacant hand. A shiver ran down your spine as the cold air hit your wetness. You watched in silence as Aaron focused his phone on your dripping cunt, running the pad of his middle finger up your clit down to your wet slit.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart. Who’s this for, hm?” He taunted, waiting for your answer.
Your toes curled in anticipation, mumbling. “Yours, sir…”
“Louder, slut. I’m trying to fucking record, remember?”
The world around you melted away as he pressed his middle finger inside your wet cunt. You felt feverish, growing even more desperate as he slowly moved his finger. Your breathing became ragged and heavy as you slowly felt the rhythm.
“Aaron… oh god…” You rasped breathlessly, both your hands reaching for his wrist as he added another finger. “That feels so g-good, sir…”
“Yeah?” He mocked, his teeth sank on his bottom lip as he watched his fingers assault your pussy through the screen of his phone. “Good girl, baby, look at you taking my fingers well.”
“I’m c-close, sir—” Your voice trembled with the intensity of your upcoming orgasm. “Sir, ple—”
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
That’s all it took for your resolution to crumble. Your orgasm racked through you with so much force, your back arching, your lips opened to a silent scream. You never came that hard before. And good God, what have you been missing all along? Aaron watched you with half-lidded eyes, his chest warm with lust and adoration.
“You’re gorgeous, baby.”
You hummed mindlessly, still coming down from your high.
“Need you now, Aaron... Please…” You croaked, throat dry. “Need your cock inside.”
“Say that to the camera, slut.”
You propped yourself a little, immediately facing the phone he was holding. “Need your big cock inside me, sir. Please, fuck me…”
The raw desperation in your voice made him smile. “Ride me then, sweetheart.”
You wasted no time and scrambled to your knees. Aaron deftly took his position and laid on his back. You licked your lips as you stared at his huge cock resting on his stomach. You just know that he’d be big… you just never thought you would see it firsthand. He’s thick and long, with veins decorating it.
Heat crept on your cheeks as you climbed on his lap and sat on his thick cock, grinding your wet pussy and moaning as you felt him pulsate beneath you. You focused your eyes on the camera that was still focused on you, your hands moving to your breasts as you continued grinding on him.
Aaron leaned forward a little and groped one of your tits, slapping it lightly with a breathy sigh.
“Fuck, you’re so hot.”
Your blush deepened. “Condom, sir?”
“Up to you, sweetheart. I’m not active.”
“I’m on birth control…”
Smiling, you took his cock and ground the tip against your wet pussy, letting out a staggering breath as you sank in slow motion. The thickness of his big cock stretched you like never before. You’ve never taken something as big as this. You bit your lower lip as you felt the slight burn of the stretch, focusing on how Aaron’s chest rose in heavy breaths.
“You’re so warm, baby…” Aaron moaned quietly. “Good girl. Fuck, you feel so good. Go on, sweetheart.”
It didn’t take long for your movement to become desperate. You started bouncing up and down with vigor, chasing both of your highs. Aaron’s big cock reached spots inside your body you never knew existed, his neatly trimmed pubes tickling your sensitive clit. Your moans grew louder and louder as he kept hitting the spongy spot inside you.
“Oh god, sir…” You moaned pathetically, bouncing on his cock in pure desperation. “Ruin me with your cock, Aaron… you feel so good.”
“You’re so tight and warm, sweetheart.” You frowned at him in confusion when he handed you his phone. “Continue filming while I fuck you.”
You accepted his phone and focused the camera on him. His rough hands found your hips. Without warning, he started pistoling his hips, ramming his big cock in and out of your trembling body. You felt the burn of every drag of his cock and you’re not even sure if you’re still capturing something on your video.
“I’m coming, baby…” He said breathlessly. “I’ll fill you with my cum, is that what you want?”
You helped him chase his orgasm by meeting his hard thrusts. “Yes, yes- sir, yes, fill me with your c-cum.”
“Can your boyfriend do this, sweetheart?”
“No, sir, no–” You shook your head frantically, tears stinging your eyes. “O-only you.”
“Damn right, slut. I’m the only one who can do this to you.”
You’re not sure of whatever response left your mouth. You’re a babbling, mindless mess. A cockslut who can only think of Aaron’s big dick ruining you in the nastiest way possible. You can feel your peak nearing, making you whimper in ferality.
“I’ll fill you over and over—” His thick fingers tightened around your waist, leaving red, angry marks on your wake. “Until that’s the only thing you can think about.”
A shrill scream escaped your lips on a particularly hard thrust, feeling Aaron’s big cock pulsate inside you. After a few seconds, warm ropes of cum filled your womb. You shuddered at the feeling, clamping your thighs as they trembled excruciatingly. You didn’t even notice that you already let go of Aaron’s phone, completely forgotten on the cushion.
“F-fuck… Aaron—” You moaned in relief, craning your neck to the ceiling. Flashing lights sparkled even on your closed eyes.
His wet lips trailed on your sweaty neck, his teeth sinking in, leaving fresh sets of marks. “I can be a better boyfriend than him, sweetheart. You know that, right?”
You hummed shakily but you didn’t say anything. The way you’ve gone nonverbal filled Aaron with so much pride.
His hands found your waist again, making you whine as his cock slid out of you. Effortless, he thew you back on the bed, now on all fours. The new position felt primal, and exposing. You quickly felt the tip of Aaron’s hard cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt, fucking in the trail of cum leaking out of your used pussy.
“I can do this all night, sweetheart. You won’t even think about him.”
I’d love to interact with everybody! And I sure do appreciate any thoughts or reactions. Don’t forget to drink your water and keep slaying, babes!
I do think there are no pronouns in it. So it can be read by everybody. Please tell me if you see something. I will change it.
Short description: Aaron and you met in a bookstore. Let's remember this time.
Genre: pure fluff. Non sexual. Enjoy ♡
"Do you ever just close your eyes and hear your own breathing? It's so calming!" Aaron looked at you while your were laying on his chest and smiled. All those years ago he would never have thought you'll be laying here - together - united in something called a loving relationship and going stronger than ever before.
It has been 5 years since he had the pleasure to lock eyes with you when you both grabbed the same book in your favourite bookstore. His hand had touched yours, and it was like an electric shock went through his whole body. The same moment you realised, you could get lost in these very good-looking, broad and tall strangers' eyes and the moment your mind went totally blank.
"You can take it. I just wanted to have a look."
'I....I....no no go ahead."
You never saw a smile that gorgeous. His hand had reached for yours, gently taking it in his, shaking it. 'Aaron', he said, 'my name is Aaron."
'Y/n'
"Well, Y/N. Are you here often?"
"Every day, actually," you had smiled. "There's a coffee house round the corner, and then I come here to look for the book of the day." Books were your passion. You could lose yourself in them and escape reality. "But I have to go. Otherwise, I won't be able to get to work. Bye, Aaron."
Shortly after leaving the bookshop, you had been so annoyed with yourself that you didn't ask for the number. Over the next few days, Aaron didn't turn up at the bookshop again, and you had become friends with the thought of it being a chance encounter.
After a week. You had been standing in front of the bookshelf again, a tall, dark figure had appeared next to you. "Hi, Y/N."
"Aaron.", you had gulped.
"I got you coffee." A big hand had handed you a mug of coffee, and from then on, it became your thing. Every day at the same time, Aaron had came into the bookshop with coffees for the two of you. Every day, you had looked forward to this moment.
Until one day when Aaron had given you a coffee mug with the words "Go out with me, Y/N. Please." written on it.
The rest is history. Here you are. Together in one bed. 5 years after you saw each other for the first time, 4 years 11 months after he asked you to be his partner with a book. "I love you, please be mine." He had written it in a copy of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice as some kind of dedication. How could you say no to that?
You were ready to see, how he would ask you to marry him. You knew your Aaron and you knew he was already planning.
"Let me take you out," Aaron whispers in your ear. He had hugged you from behind, put his chin on your shoulder and you were able to feel his stubble on your skin.
You blush, turn, look at him, and go, "Aaron. Not here."
"I don't care where, but please, please go out with me."
"Let us finish this case, go back home, and I promise you, you can take me out."
