summary: you and aaron hotchner had left everything on a sour note. when you see him at a gala you can’t control your mouth… and neither can he.
warnings: MDNI, f reader, oral f rec, overstim, dom-ish hotch, fingering, PIV(WRAP IT), creampie. ALSO this is not edited and the tense is inconsistent!! also pls like and reblog <3
wc: 3.4k
It had been years since you had seen him. Sure, you'd seen him around. On the way out of the grocery store, when he was at the checkout and you were just coming in. Passing him in the bureau car park, him leaving for the tarmac and you clocking in for the day. Or, when you shared the most awkward elevator ride of a life time. But you hadn't actually SEEN him.
But now you we're actually looking at him. He was stood opposite you in a drab circle of boring chatter. The champagne flute was cool in your hand, it was disgustingly cheap and not actually bubbling.
"Oh look FBI royalty is here!" One of them chuckled and held a hand out for him to shake. " I'm surprised that he's allowed to grace us with his presence, not darting off on his private jet." The man laughed. He was from IT, or at least that's what you thought he said earlier.
"Have you met Hotch?" Another one of them said. "SSA Agent Hotchner, Unit chief of the BAU. Loads of accolades this guy."
He smiled politely at the praise but then his eyes settled on you and it almost vanished as you tried to suppress the mountainous eyeroll that was begging to spill over.
"We haven't been formally introduced." You held your hand out for him, introducing yourself. His palm hit yours and his fingers ghosting the soft skin as he pulled away. It tickled lightly and you took a minute step back and a gulp of flat champagne.
Every second you we're in his presence the more you wanted to light yourself on fire. Or maybe it was the heat in his gaze as it dragged down you.
"What sector do you work in?" He asked across the group.
"I'm head of Counter Terrorism." You responded, and really tried not to smirk at the slight flash of surprise on his face. Last time you had spoken, you had been a lowly desk agent. Had it really been that long?
"I'm surprised we haven't ran into each other." He said. You knew none of the other people noticed it but his hard brow and white knuckles around his whiskey glass told you otherwise. It was a dig.
"My team are great at handling anything before it even has to get to me." You kept for feet planted, toes curled into the bed of your heels. "Oh, I think I hear someone calling me. Goodbye Gentleman."
You knew it was petty to undermine him and his team. But the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth as you made your way to the bar was undeniable.
Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder and almost gave yourself whiplash turning back around. He was already staring you down. Then someone actually called out your name, just as the bartender passed you a real drink. Not some flat, bland liquid that doesn't calm the burning in your feet.
He looked almost the same. The same dark hair that he ran gel through, the same ridged back, like he had a rod pressed against it. The same intense glare and the same stupidly good looking face that never failed to make you hot.
The scotch burned a little at the back of your throat, holding an uncomfortable warmth that tickled as you glanced around the room again. Attempting to find the voice calling your name.
Then, you were embraced tightly. The force of her almost knocking you off your feet and the smell of an almost too sweet perfume drifting upwards.
"Hello Pen." You smiled into her hair, the blonde curls swished along your cheeks. "I didn't know you we're coming."
"Who am I to ever say no to a party?" She exclaimed, with that ever so happy smile on her face.
Pen was the one good thing that came out of, whatever it was that you and her unit chief used to get up to in the dead of night behind closed doors. Or in a squad car, or the one time in his office. But that certainly wasn't relevant to the fruity cocktail that had appeared in your hand.
"This isn't a party, it's a boring meeting with old men, who wear cologne 20 years expired." You rolled your eyes, "How did you even get this, it's a set drinks menu?" Taking a long sip anyway, it was stronger than you had anticipated.
"I gave the bartender very specific instructions after I saw you in that dress." Linking her arm in yours and dragging you around the room.
"Are you trying to get into my pants, Penelope Garcia?" You shot at her with a smirk.
"I'm not a man who wears 20 years outdated cologne, so I don't think I'll have much luck." She retorted.
"Right." Coughing slightly, you jabbed an elbow into her ribs. But you couldn't help but swipe your eyes across the room in a desperate attempt to locate him. You couldn’t. An unsettled feeling swiped through your stomach at his lack of presence.
“Am I that much of a cliche?” You snorted and wiped your damp palm down the side of your dress.
“Eh.” She gave it a thought for a second. “Yeah. But I love you all the more for it.”
Penelope let out a quiet gasp, before she pulled you towards the group of people that you least wanted to see. The BAU
“Chocolate thunder.” Penelope smiled as she sidled up to him, wrapping herself around his muscular arms.
“Babygirl.” He leant over and pulled her closer to him. “Who have you brought to see us? Derek Morgan.” He introduced himself, making a space for you in their group.
You introduce yourself, giving them a tight smile and keeping your hand stuck tightly to your side. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the BAU, they had a great job and Pen spoke highly of them. Of their heroic actions, saving people just in the brink of time. It was inspiring.
The problem was their boss, their boss that for some reason was currently nowhere to be found.
“So what sector do you work in?” The dark haired woman asked, a similar fruity cocktail in her hand.
“Counter terrorism. How are you guys finding the BAU? I hear it’s a whirlwind.” You asked, idley sipping on your drink.
“It keeps you on your toes for sure. We spend a lot of time darting around, the private jet is a plus.” The blonde one, that you knew as JJ shrugged.
You laughed, your head tipped back. “I wish we had one of those in CT. If we ever go out of state i’m always pressed up against a stranger.” Rolling your eyes as you cringed slightly of the memory of rubbing shoulders with a stranger.
“So how do you know Pen?” Derek asked and glanced over to her, still wrapped on his arm.
“I met her on my first day at quantico. Told her I liked her shoes in the elevator.” You smiled at the memory, “Then she invited me for lunch and the rest was history. Now she can’t get rid of me.”
“She forgot to mention that she looked like a total badass.” She giggled.
“Hotch, Hotch!” Pen’s eyes lit up and waved the man you least wanted to see was on his way over. “Have you met my friend?” Her hand gripping your shoulder and spinning you towards him.
Your face hardened at the sight of him, mouth set into an unmoving line and brows pinched together. His face looked like it always had, the stony, frozen expression that was permanently on his face.
“We met earlier.” He said shortly. Stepping around the outside of the group and making room before he stepped in opposite you.
“The guys were singing his praises. Called him FBI royalty.” You hummed, an edge of sarcasm laced through it. A teasing glint in your eye.
He didn’t match it in the slightest. “She was telling me that we haven’t met because her team is that good.” He shot out.
“Well, Strauss isn’t knocking down my door.” A fake sweet smile shone towards him. But your glare was cool as ice.
“Hmm.” He looked like his teeth were going to explode with how hard he clenched them together.
“Right.” Penelope said, cutting through the too long silence with her usual peppiness. “Did you know that she shot a 100 in her recent test?”
“I didn’t tell you that.” Your head shot over to her with a line forming in between your brows.
“I looked it up.” She shrugged.
“Damn!” Morgan exclaimed, “The highest I’ve shot is a 98.”
“99.” Emily smirked at him, a hand on her hip. “The only other person I know who shot a 100, is Hotch.”
Everyone looked towards him, but you hadn’t stopped your hard stare.
“That’s not fair, he used to be a sniper.” JJ huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well, you know what they say about snipers. Verrry trigger happy. Isn’t that right, Aaron?”
The smirk on your face was huge, egregious even. The satisfaction that settled in your gut hit better than the strong drink that Pen had given you. With that, you span on your heel and walked away.
Leaving the rest of the BAU, stood cringing and looking anywhere but their boss. And him staring at your retreating figure with a fury he knew only one thing could quell.
——
The hotel room they had put you in for the night was not too shabby. The bathroom had a huge bathtub that you couldn’t wait to dip into. A balcony that you’d sit and drink your morning coffee on, and a huge king size bed with the fluffiest sheets you’d slid into.
You pushed open the windows, letting in a cool breeze that swished the curtains into your bare shins. Goosebumps pulled up on your arms at the tickling sensation.
Then, a knock at the door caught your attention. You’d assumed it was Penelope, so didn’t bother to pull some pyjama pants on. The oversized tshirt brushing the tops of your thighs.
“Hey!-oh.” The smile on your face slid off. It was not Penelope. You were not staring at your friend and the coloured streaks in her hair, you were staring at a red tie and dress shirt covered chest. “What do you want.”
He was still furious, standing in the door way with his jaw ticking to the side and the vein in his neck prominent. But he still said nothing, fuming at the sight of you and staring at you with a look that you’d assume was akin to the look he gave mass murderers. It almost made you shiver.
Huffing, and a deep roll of your eyes at his silence. You began to close the heavy door in his face.
Suddenly, his foot was jammed in between the gap and shoved it open. A gust of air pushed your hair back and you took a minuscule step back.
“What are you doing?” You murmured, attempting to hide the shake in your voice. Gaze darting over his shoulder as the door clicked shut, then the lock not long after it.
“You humiliated me.” He stated, taking a large step, filling the gap between you. You took another step back and you felt your heels hit the wall.
“It’s not humiliation if it’s the truth.” You scoffed, your mouth running faster than your brain. “I remember, what was it? Three minutes?”
“That’s not true and you know it.” He hissed, the noise erupted deep from his chest. “I’d been away for two weeks. I don’t remember you complaining.” His eyes narrowed into slits.
“Snipers are known to take the shot too early.” You shoved past him, your shoulder knocking into his roughly.
You remembered that case. He’d been away for two weeks on a child abduction, every couple days another snatched from under the parents noses. No time for relaxation, of any kind.
Then, the second he got back. He was at your door, suit still crinkled. Neither of you had lasted long.
A large hand grasped your shoulder, spinning you around and yanked you into his hard chests His grip settled on your bicep, nostrils flaring as he looked down at you.
“Worried you can’t take it?” He rumbled, fingertips digging in.
You couldn’t help yourself, the scoff coming from your lips before it had even crossed your mind.
The next thing you knew, a strong hand clasped around your jaw and pulled you up to his lips. His crashing against yours, his tongue immediately forced its way into your mouth. You let out a squeak, muffled by him not letting you up for air.
His hands were moving, they tickled down your ribs and made home for themselves under your ass and lifting your socked feet from the ground. Finally, he pulled away to let you gasp for breath.
“I’m going to make you cum so many times, you can’t even remember your silly little comment.”
Now that took your breath away, as you stared at him dumbly with your legs wrapped around his hips. “What?”
His lips nipped your earlobe and the next words sent a shiver down your spine and soaked your panties through. “I’m going to ruin every other man for you.”
You crashed your lips back to his as he lowered you onto the bed. Clambering over you with his hand snaking up the outside of your thigh, he hooked a finger under your underwear and yanked them down your legs.
His head lowered to the apex of your thighs, placing a few light kisses before holding them apart and dipping in.
He wasted no time, like a man on a mission. Pulling you closer to his mouth and licking long swipes up you from hole to clit. Each time he reached your clit he flicked his tongue sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
“Aar- fuck.” You panted, already fisting the sheets with one hand, the other darting to his hair. You could feel the slight amount of pomade that he had combed through it before the evening.
He didn’t let up, zeroing in on your clit and sucking it in and getting grazing it slightly with his front teeth. Tongue licking up and down, just how you liked it. It sent your back arching and your mouth stumbling over your words.
“Jesus christ!” You cried out, teeth clamped over your lip hard enough to taste blood. The muscles in your thighs tightened as you crashed towards the edge. Desperate to hold off for longer, not wanting to prove his point.
But Aaron Hotchner didn’t like being wrong. Keeping the same pace, but then he hummed. The vibration made your toes curl and a strangled groan escaped from you.
“Oh my god!” It was futile to pretend any longer, letting the tension go. And came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whispered through gritted teeth, cunt gripping around nothing.
“What the fuck Aaron.” You said, cheer rising and falling rapidly.
He pulled off the a squelch, the entire bottom half of his face covered in your slick. Now, he was the one smirking.
“What was that? Three minutes?” He echoed your earlier sentiment. Before, you could say anything to snark back, his two fingers had pushed inside of you. Comment dead on your tongue. “Hmm?” He hummed as he started to pump them in and out.
Your hand shot down and wrapped around his forearm. “What, what are you doing?” Still sensitive, each graze made you whimper. “Aaron.” You sighed.
“Making you give me another one.” He smirked, fingers curling up and the pads hit the sweet spot inside of you. The slightest roughness of them made you gasp out again.
Your thighs clamped around his hand as his fingers sped up again and you slumped forward. Head resting against his shoulder, moaning into the crook of his neck.
He knew exactly how to coax noises out of you. Your legs starting to tremble, still gripped to his forearm.
“Fucking hell.” You got louder again, each pump of his finger letting out a wet noise and a delicious scrape against your g spot.
A deep laugh came from his chest, taunting you as your nails started to clasp onto his expensive dress shirt.
“Cmon baby, cum again.”
Cunt tightening around him, it squeezed his fingers in a vice as his voice sent you over the edge. And you did give him another one, just as he asked.
“Fuck you, fuck you!” You moaned out.
He always left you panting, like you’d just ran a marathon. But he stole the air from your lungs when he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Then, his hands traveled to his buttons and quickly discarded his shirt and slacks. Throwing them in the same direction as your panties.
“You can give me another one.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling.
He was crawling over you, almost foaming at the mouth. “You ok?” He checked in, pulling off his boxers.
“Yeah.” You confirmed, with a weak nod.
“Mmm, good.” He rumbled, jumping into action and attached his lips to your neck, and sucking marks that he definitely shouldn’t.
The feeling of his dick sliding up through your slick sent your eyes rolling and finally the deep stretch of him entering had you crying out.
“Aar.” Still ever so sensitive, you couldn’t even get his whole name out. Then, made you babble as he fucked in and out. “Ohmygod, mmmph.”
You could tell you wouldn’t last long, quite literally eating your earlier words. Each press of his dick, left you carving red marks down his back.
Even though his brow was furrowed in deep concentration, grunts slipped from his lips as he felt you tighten around him. But he still looked so, so pleased at himself.
The sight of you limply sprawled on the bed. Hands gripping to him for dear life, words dead on your tongue. Just, loud, incoherent moans that filled the room. A thin layer of sweat over the whole of you, hair stuck out every which way.
You looked completely fucked out.
“Beautiful.” He hummed, pressing a quick peck to your lips. Just the sight of you like that, because of him, had him almost exploding right there. Fingers dragged down to your already sensitive clit and swiped across it.
“Aaron, gunna, gunna.” Your eyebrows pulled together, hands now clasped on his biceps.
“Cum for me honey.” He said, sweetly. He leant down to capture your swollen lips, swallowing your almost scream as you came for the first time. The pulsing of your cunt had him uncharacteristically moaning too.
Finally, he came for himself. Each last drop pumped inside of you. Still kissing rather gently, as he slipped out of you slowly.
“I’m sorry for what I said.” You sighed, body flopped on the bed. “But if it gets me fucked like that, I’m not that sorry.”
“It’s ok.” He smiled and let you rest your head on his chest. “I should clean you up.” His eyes darted down to his cum leaking out of you. It made his cock jump.
“In a minute.” You smiled up at him, quickly pecking his lips. “You’re still a sex god.”
He laughed as he gave you a longer kiss back. “Still?”
“Always.”
He was gone and then back, wet rag in hand as he cleaned his cum off of you. Smirking at the jolt when he lightly grazed your clit.
“Do you want to go on a real date?” He asked, “Not like pizza then sex after a case. But like dinner.”
“After you’ve cleaned your cum off my pussy?” You smiled at him cheekily, but a brush of the rag over your clit had you shut up. “Yes yes! obviously we can go to dinner.”
“I’ll make the reservation.” He climbed back next to you, wrapping his arms around and resting his head atop of yours.
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a/n: heyyyy! i am alive. this is slightly shorter than normal buttt i had great fun writing it. i’m hoping to get back on a schedule! this was kinda bad but i haven’t written in a whole so i hope that’s ok!
summary: your boss keeps calling at the most inconvenient time, right when you’re on the edge of the highest pleasure. finally, you get your retribution.
Delicate fingers trail up from your ankle, dragging from calf to knee. Leaving a wake of goosebumps behind. Your hips jump forward and a light sigh crawls from your lips. Impatiently, you pull his hand up and rip down your own underwear, and finally, fingers push into you.
Your eyes squeeze close and you’re not quiet this time, a loud squeak comes from the back of your throat. A desperate hand grabs onto his forearm, gripping hard as your back arches off the mattress, the cool air rushing in and sticking to the warmth on your skin.
“Oh my god!” You sigh.
His thumb jumps up, rubbing deep, round circles around your clit, just skirting the edge, enough to make your eyes roll back. Your abs jerk you forward as you creep closer to the edge, pulling his torso down to meet yours, teeth sinking into his shoulder, leaving a line of red indents. This muffles the loud cry that leaves you. It was like you were running towards the edge of a cliff, ready to jump off and dive into a sea of endless pleasure.
Suddenly, the enjoyable fantasy you were bathing in was cut short. The loud blaring ringtone seemed to bounce off the walls of your dates bedroom, and you woke up from your dream. It was an awful sound, pulling you into harsh reality, like being doused with ice cold water and you jolt up, pushing the poor guy down.
His fingers slide out of you as you scramble down to the floor, where your phone was still screaming at you from your jean pocket. Pulling it out, you look at the screen in grave displeasure. The one name you didn’t want to read at two am on a Friday night, after a successful date.
“Hotch.” Your eyes shut as you wait for the dreaded words to come through the phone.
“We have a case, be here asap.” His gravely voice scratches down your back like nails on a chalkboard.
Throwing your head back, you groan silently. “Alright, I’m on my way.” You take a deep breath in and pull yourself off the floor like you weighed a ton. “I’m sorry, I’ve been called into work, gotta go.” You say, giving the poor guy a sad smile while pulling up your jeans and your very not work appropriate top. It was a dark red, covered in rhinestones, a deep v neck that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. A pathetic wave comes from your wrist, and the cold air hits you quicker than expected, climbing into your car.
The elevator ride up to the BAU floor took an eternity, each floor button lighting up as you pass it. It slows on floor four, and you shuffle over as the doors slide open. Your eyes don’t leave your shoes as one of the guys from cyber crimes steps into the space. Finally, getting to floor seven, you give him a tight lipped smile before stalking into the bullpen.
You hear him before you see him, Derek laughing at something dorky Spencer had said. Then, a loud whistle comes from him as you walk into view. “Wow, I guess someone had a good night.”
“Not even close.” You laugh, rummaging through your desk and yanking out the go bag, throwing it over your shoulder.
“Bad date?” He pipes, his eyebrows pulling together, concerned.
“Great date.” You sigh, giving a pointed look to Emily, Pen and JJ. All of them leant on Emily’s desk and she shakes her head.
“Again?” She asks, a disbelief in her tone.
“Again!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up before walking to the bathroom to get changed into your work clothes.
“Is this one of those girl’s night things I don’t understand?” Derek asks, a sassy hand on his hip.
“You don’t even know the half of it sugar.” Penelope shakes her head, the feathers she had stuck in her buns swaying back and forth.
“Round table!” Hotch barks to the group from the catwalk, his head nodding towards the conference room.
Everyone filters into the room, all taking their usual seats around the table. The projector screen pulls down slowly, and Penelope stood awaiting her go.
“Where’s-.” Hotch started, but was quickly silenced by your light jogging into the room, pretty much throwing yourself down in the chair.
“Good night?” Dave asks with a smirk. You glare at him darkly, like ice shooting from your eyes, a scowl forming on your face. “Ok!” He turns away from you to the screen.
Penelope clicks on the remote, and the projector whirs. Three photos of brunette woman pop up on the screen, and then gruesome ones follow up. “Here’s our victims, Lila Grey, Jess Jones and Kira Walker. All found slaughtered in alleyways, necks cut.” Pen squeaked, looking away from the screen.
“The Glendale police department want our help in locating the killer, they can’t figure out where in the city he is or who he is.” Hotch says, “Wheels up in 20, debrief on the jet, he’s escalating.”
-
The jet was warm, a stark comparison from the runway, that was biting cold and climbed through the fabric of your shirt. It was still a marvel to you that you had a private jet, it was smoother than an economy plane.
Magnolia files were plopped down in front of you, the back of Hotch’s suit comes into vision and he sits down in his regular seat, back to the small kitchenette. His eyes didn’t even cast you glance but that gets pushed to the back of your mind when your eyes are filled with puddles of blood.
“Seems pretty cut and dry right?” JJ calls, “Middle-aged, probably single, woman hating.”
You were all in agreement, “What did the women do for work?” You ask, staring at their photos.
“They all worked in finance, behind the scenes.” Derek says, “So maybe financial incentives?”
“They have a list of suspects for us to look at once we get there, two of them can’t be located so that’s our priority.” Hotch commands, “But rest till we get there, I know I interrupted your sleep.”
“Well most of us.” Emily jokes, nudging you with her shoulder and a catty smile spreads across her lips.
“Shut up.” You say with gritted teeth, and a light slap to her shoulder and you couldn’t help the bright red heat that spread across your face. Catching dark eyes across the jet, you somehow think you turn more red and focus on the file in front of you.
It’s early when you land, the sunrise just peeking through the clouds and shrouds everything in a bright orange hue. You stare out of the window of the police precinct, a cup of strong black coffee. Spencer was drawing on the whiteboard figuring out a geographical profile for the two missing suspects while the rest of the team checked on the others already interviewed, just to double check.
You stare at the map, the huge circles not making any sense. “What have you marked?”
“Where they were killed and their addresses.” He stated, stroking his straight tie.
“Add in their workplaces.” You say, Spencer adds the dots to the whiteboard. Connecting each women’s three points into a triangle and he circles it in a bright red. “Call Pen!” You instruct Spencer and he pulls his flip phone out, refusing to succumb to modern technology.
“You’re on speaker.” He tells her as soon as she picks up.
“Pen! Look for previous offenders in a three mile radius of Davis street.” A stressed hand pulls through your hair. “Look for previous assault offenders, battery, bar fights, domestic.” You list off, a nod from approval from Spencer.
“Sorry pumpkin! But there’s no one with a previous history in this area.” She says, deflated, before apologising and leaving the call.
“Stupid geographical profile.” You scoff, shoving yourself into the chair.
“Maybe we could add.” Spencer starts but you cut him off, tone harsh and sharp.
“We’re not gunna find him!” As it came out you felt the unneeded venom. “Sorry. Just frustrated.” You give him a weak smile and the rest of the team appear in that moment.
“Everything ok?” JJ asks, looking between you and Spencer.
“No result from the geographical.” You shrug with a sigh. “I’ve also looked over lots of people work priors. They either don’t normally branch to women or are back in prison.”
Morning turned to evening and you hadn’t left the same position from earlier, the whole team looking over files upon files. Hope was slowly dwindling as a large pile of takeaway coffee cups piled into a mountain.
“Alright, let’s call it a night.” Hotch says, leaning back and standing up. “Unfortunately for the hotel two people have to share. They were fully booked for the night, no cancellations.”
A collective groan comes from the team, that’s the last thing you all wanted to hear after a long day. The short ride to the hotel was a quiet one, silent prayers hoping, wishing to have a room to yourself.
-
“Ok, let’s draw draws.” Derek says, pulling out the straws he kept in his go bag. You all had decided when Strauss wanted to stiff you with sharing rooms, you’d draw straws, keep it fair and by chance. This led to Spencer rambling on about probability and how it wasn’t really fair due to preconceived notions on picking. “It’s bossmans turn to share so whoever draws the short straw, get cozy!”
Derek pulls his first, long. He sighs and holds them to Dave, long. His smile was brass and unwavering and he heads off to bed before anyone else had pulled theirs. Spencer pulls his, long. Derek finally gets to you, putting them in front of you.
You cast your mind back to Spencer’s rant about preconceived notions. You knew you were privy to picking straws on the right, due to being right handed. A leap of faith, you pull one on the left. It stops a second after you grab it and you shut your eyes in disappointment.
Everyone else releases the deep breaths they were holding. You tried to not show Hotch your face, trying to not deeply offend him.
Begrudgingly, you drag your feet behind Hotch, not missing the sympathetic looks from the rest of the team, waving them off weakly.
“Well there goes her nightly plans.” Emily snorts to JJ, tapping shoulders as they walk away with a snicker.
Hotch’s ears prick up at that, her hushed tone knowing that whatever that was wasn’t meant for his ears, especially because you shoved an aggressive middle finger in their direction. That only made Emily and JJ laugh more.
He leads the way to the room, carefully checking behind to make sure you’re still trailing behind him. You were, you looked exhausted. Feet dragging, bag dragging and rubbing your eyes. Holding the key card up to the censor, it beeps loudly and he pushes open the door.
One bed, he strode in the hotel room, putting his go bag on the small couch. “Sorry you have to share with me. I’ll take the couch.”
You rolled your eyes, you knew he was trying to be chivalrous. “It’s fine, and no. You won’t fit on that couch.” You shake your head. “You’re not the first man I’ve shared a bed with.” You joke, he doesn’t find it funny.
“I’ll take the side near the door.” He states seriously. You nod.
“Fine, you can have the first shower, I prefer to shower in the morning.” Your tone is harsh. He nods and you stare at his back, glaring daggers into his back hoping he’d bleed out and die so he couldn’t interrupt another one of your orgasms.
The shower turns on and rushes loudly. You pull on your pyjamas and slip into the sheets, staring longingly at your go bag, desperate for the release that was hidden away in a deep pocket.
He came out of the shower in just a towel. He was sparkling in the shitty LED light of the hotel room, he doesn’t look at you as he quickly rummages through his go bag, pulling out his pyjamas and muttering a “Sorry” then disappearing back into the bathroom.
Then he climbed into bed next to you, it was awkward and the two of you were ridged. Him because of the unwavering professionalism that suffocated his every move, and you still ever so frustrated of your lack of getting off. Realising the two of you had never shared a room before, you wondered what kind of sleeper he was. Emily was a wriggler, JJ a kicker, Spencer a mumbler and Derek a snorer. Rossi somehow had never shared a room with anyone on the team, you were convinced he rigged it.
He sat with a case file open and you sighed. “It’s getting late, can I turn the light off?” You ask, frustrated after thirty minutes of tossing and turning, the white bright hotel light hindering you.
“Yep.” His brows scrunch at your harsh tone. You look into his eyes, he’s profiling you, a deep breath sucked in and you flipped over.
“Night.” Your tone is clipped as the room is covered in a thick layer of darkness, you fall asleep quickly and set a quiet alarm for far to early in the morning.
You awoke to the first shrill ring of your alarm. Eyes pulling open into pure blackness. Sitting up, you take a couple moments to breathe, staring at your phone and reading a text from Pen.
‘How’s the boss?’
‘Ridged like a corpse.’
Your eyes gloss over him even though you couldn’t see him, you hadn’t woke once in the night to any movement or snoring, it was so… Hotch.
Wandering to the shower with your go bag, it spurts on, sputtering until it comes to a steady stream. You step in and the shower, it’s warmer than the hotel showers you were used to. An involuntary sigh pulls from you, hands running through your hair, washing out the shampoo. Your cheap body wash also being ran down the drain.
Before you knew it, your hands and slipped down south. Lightly touching, ghosting over yourself and you bite your lip. One of your fingers grazes your clit and a louder sigh crawls from you, you bring a hand to your mouth as you start moving in frantic circles.
Images of Hotch from the night before cloud your mind, his back muscles glistening in the hotel light and the faint glimpse of chest hair you’d seen when he hid away back in this very room. Before you could debate the morality of wanking to your boss who was one thin hotel wall over, two of your fingers slip inside of yourself and you bite a lip so hard you draw blood.
Your chest heaves and you lean against the shower wall. The white tiles were cold against the heat radiating from you, the contrast making everything more intense. Your mind filled with Hotch, arms, back, chest. That ten second glimpse was enough to send you spiralling. The warmth of him next to you in the bed had your legs trembling. Wandering, your mind jumped to what he would be like as a lover, would the strokes be deep or rough, you hoped rough. Teetering, closer and closer to the edge you were panting, deep in your fantasy you could almost hear his voice.
Except you could hear his voice, and he was pounding on the door.
“Hey! We need to get going and I need to brush my teeth.”
The shower turned cold, and you gasped loudly, jumping out.
A film reel plays in your head, there’s no way this is happening again. Every date, you finally get to the edge, the phone rings. No matter what time, nine am, two am, his voice always pulled you out of the deepest pleasure.
“Are you ok?” He shouted through the door, wrapping a towel around yourself you open the door to him standing right there.
“Yeah, there’s no more hot water.” You pull your lips together into a line, pushing past him so he can’t profile your flushed face. The bathroom door locks behind him.
You imagined taking an axe to the door psycho style, but then came to your senses, scrambling into your work clothes and running out of the room before he could finish up in the bathroom.
-
When you get to the precinct, Emily is already there. She’s pouring over case files and you sit down next to her, coffee already in hand.
“What have you got?” You ask.
“There’s this guy, lives just outside the geo profile and has a prior of car damage. Before you say unrelated, it was his ex’s car and she was in it.” You nod along and point to the very small yes pile.
“Somebody didn’t get a good night sleep.” She laughs looking at the tiredness on your face.
“He has a sixth sense.” You hiss quietly, looking around to make sure no one else was in earshot. “I was mid shower.”
“Yikes.” She grits her teeth and looks at you sympathetically. Then her sympathy turns to that sly grin she would get, when she was about to suggest something incredibly stupid. “You know.” Her voice is low, “There is one way to fix his sixth sense..”
“You’re crazy.”
“We all know you have a thing for him.” She tilts her head knowingly, you shake your head and look to the door.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Swallowing thickly, you refuse to meet her eyes.
“The rest of the team might not be able to profile you well, but I can.” She teases and nudges your shoulder.
You roll your eyes and scoff. Eyes staring at the file in front of you, swiftly moving on from Emily’s brash accusation. Fingers tapping on the wooden table, a smooth rhythm.
The rest of the day goes slow, dragging by, each second like pulling teeth. Spent pulling files and cross checking.
You hum and grunt all day, dozens of trips to the coffee machine, gulping them down. Derek catches Emily’s eye across the table, he nods towards you with a raised eyebrow. She waves a hand dismissively as you come back in, mug full to the brim. It’s five when you finally get a hit.
“Don Forbes.” Penelope states. “Has a matching record with Emily’s car guy, and his face suspiciously matches the one from the mugshot. He changed his name, that’s why we couldn’t find him.”
Hotch stands straight at that, pulling on his blazer he’d haphazardly shoved off during the day. You all follow suit, pulling on your vests and triple checking the gun was settled in your holster.
“Prentiss.” He states as she appears next to him, pulling her to a small corridor away from the team. “Is she ok to be in the field?” He nods towards you.
“Yeah, I’m sure.” She nods, “She’s just..” She takes a pregnant pause. “Frustrated.”
Hotch furrows his eyebrows, “At the case?”
“She’s going to kill me.” Emily mutters and checks over her shoulder, seeing you strap Spencer into his vest. “You keep interrupting her, private moments.” She widens her eyes intentionally.
“Ah.” He responds flatly. Nodding that stiff nod he always did. “Let’s go then.”
-
“Don Forbes, FBI!” Derek calls through the door, banging on it loudly.
No answer, JJ peers through the window. “He’s running!” She shouts, and you and Hotch immediately run to the back of the house, Derek kicks down the door and the rest of the team file in.
As you round the corner, he barrels through his own back door and tries to barge through the back gate and into the woods that lined his home. But, Hotch grabs the back of his collar, yanking him back and throwing him down into his shed wall. Pulling his arms behind him and clinking the cuffs on.
Everything turns into a blur, the heat crawls up from your legs, up your torso and to your neck. It’s like the world goes silent, only focused on Hotch and how his biceps made the fabric on his shirt pull tight.
-
Finally, Don had been questioned, confessed and checked, to be kept in holding to his trial. Breathing a breath of fresh air, the team stands outside of the precinct.
“Let’s stay the night, It’s too cloudy for the jet now.” Hotch nods, glancing up to the sky.
“Alright! Who wants to hit a bar?” Rossi rocks back on his heels, throwing his blazer over his shoulder. An echoing chorus of yes’s and please’s come from everyone.
“I think I’ll give this one a miss, I’m exhausted.” You smile and wave, quickly walking over to the car, ready to drive off.
A knock comes on the window just as you put the key in the ignition. Hotch is stood there, and you nod. He pulls open the door and climbs in.
“Not feeling it?” You ask and drive out.
“No. I’m also feeling tired.”
You glance out the corner of your eye, “I must be great in bed huh?” You joke and your eyes widen. “That’s not what I meant.” Bright red flush covers your face and you are thankful to be pulling into the hotel car park.
“I don’t doubt it.” He says smirking, climbing out of the car.
Following him to the room, he clicks open the door and you flop down on you flop down on the bed face first, you sigh, the cheap hotel mattress feeling like a cloud after a whole day of ridged plastic chairs. “Could you grab my pyjamas?” You mutter to Hotch.
“Sure.” He laughs and shakes his head at you, your head pressed into the pillow.
Pulling through your bag, he grabs your pyjamas, they were long sleeved and had a pattern of small forest animals dotted all over. Underneath, there was a pink vibrator, staring at it.
“You always bring this with you?” You hear Hotch ask and you lazily turn your head.
He’s stood there, holding your vibrator in his hand taking steps towards you. You scurry up, and sit on the edge of the bed. And he was walking towards you slowly, clicking it on. You wanted the ground to open and swallow you up. The embarrassment consumes you, your mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.
“I know about your little predicament.” He smiles, it’s teasing and tantalising. He’s now towering in front of you, taking your jaw in his hand and’s forcing you to look up at him.
“Oh god.” You didn’t think you could get redder, but the heat on your cheeks becomes burning.
He clicks off the vibe and throws it to the side. Pulling you up, and putting a stabilising hand around your back. “This ok?” He checks in, you nod furiously.
Then, he kisses you. His lips are warm, and you already squeak, his arms hold you close, his chest was hard, solid, his muscles flexing as one of his hand snakes to the back of your head. You grab his bicep, fingers digging in. He groans into the kiss now, catching your bottom lip with his teeth.
Your hands wander, the cotton shirt smooth under your fingers. The top button pops open easily, the next one too. You hadn’t stopped kissing, his tongue dips into your mouth and your fingers fumble with the buttons. He was warm, everywhere.
Finally, the bottom button pops open, the shirt flows open. Pulling away from Aaron’s kiss, your eyes drag down his naked chest. Unable to control yourself, your lips attach to the base of Aaron’s jaw, and your hands feel him up. He’s breathy, you suck on his neck, not caring about the consequences tomorrow.
Pulling you off, he looks down at you, those pools of dark brown hypnotising you. He bends down, now focusing on your neck, in between teasing kisses he whispers, “I’m sorry for interrupting your fun.” His nose drags up the side of your neck.
“How about I make it up to you?”
You’re sure you melt at that, your legs turning to jelly. His strong, sturdy arms hold you up, sweeping your legs up, he throws you down onto the bed. The old springs of the hotel bed creak as you bounce. Sliding up to the pillows, he moves.
It’s predatory, the way he crawled up to you. Him the lion, you the helpless deer. His fingers popped open your slacks, yanking down your legs, coming face to face with your red underwear.
“For me?” He smirks, pinging the elastic back into your hip, it makes you jolt. It’s a light stinging pain, you don’t mind.
“You wish.” You cut back, a flashy smile on your face. He doesn’t like that, the deep, serious unit chief spreads across his face.
“You’re going regret that.” He growls, pulling the panties down your legs, leaving you bare to him. Before you even suck in a breath, his mouth is on you.
Licking a deep stripe up you, entrance to clit, a deep shudder pulls from your body. Landing on your clit, his tongue flicks softly. Sparks of pleasure shoot through your pelvis, and your hands grip onto the pillow surrounding your head.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out, your head shoving back.
He smirks against you, big, thick hands pulling your thighs apart, leaving you wide open, to his mercy. His licks turn into sucking, taking your clit into your mouth and your thigh muscle tenses. His teeth graze it, and you’re sure you saw stars.
Legs trembling through his tight grip, your eyes squeeze shut as you cum. He’s relentless, licking you through your orgasm, making your hips jump.
He looks up at you, his eyebrows peaked, chin shiny with your juices. “God.” You sigh at the sight.
“Not God baby, just me.” He smirks and dives back in. Going back to the rough licks and pokes he was using before. He licks another full stripe up you, pulling back and blowing cool air over your clit.
Your hands jump into his hair, it’s softer than you thought it would be. You claw at his scalp and you feel your abs tense. One of his hands snakes down, sliding up from the bottom, catching your wetness as he goes. His finger slips inside of you and you moan out. “Sir!”
You don’t even think about the title, but you feel him groan against you, the vibrations travel up you.
“You can give me another?” He asks, and another finger pushes in. He pushes up and brushes your g spot. You swear you feel your brain turn to mush, the constant stimulation, his tongue flicking your clit and fingers pumping in and out you. The tension builds in your abdomen and you nod furiously, the front bits of your hair fall in front of your face.
Through your hair you meet his eyes, “Use your words.” He instructs, non relenting.
“Yes, Yes! Yes!” You scream out, sure the dirty looks you were going to get from the receptionist tomorrow morning would be scorning. You cum on his face again, your body going limp and you spread out, chest heaving up and down, sweat clung to the shirt you hadn’t removed yet.
That came off in quick succession, Aaron crawling up your body, hands grabbing one side each, he yanks. The buttons fly everywhere and he pulls it off you, snaking his hands around your back and unhooked your bra, also pulling that from your body.
“My shirt!” You whine, “That’s my favourite one.”
He kisses you softly this time, a look of fake sympathy in his eyes. “Aww, I’ll buy you three more, in different colours.”
He’s back on your neck, sucking the skin in, giving you a deeper hickey next to the lighter one he’d left earlier. Your hips jump up and brush against his cock, and you gasp. His teeth scrape along your neck as you push up against him.
He undoes his slacks, pulling them down and his boxers with them and your eyes wander down.
“Woah.” You say before you can think about it, your eyes become as wide as saucers.
He drags his cock up and down you, covering the tip of his cock in your wetness. Your teeth clamp down on your lip, as it catches on your entrance and he pushes in ever so slightly.
“I’m gunna rip you open.” He says breathlessly, his voice deeper than you’d ever heard it.
Before you can even formulate a quip, he pushes into you, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together and a begging look in your eyes.
“Oh!” You moan, and he pulls out and slams back in, the sudden fullness sending you into a deep pleasure spiral.
He lowers himself down to his forearms, his head right next to yours, his thick forearms flexed and the veins popping out. His thrusts are uniform and rough.
“You going to cum again for me?” He asks, knowing he won’t last long in tight warmth you had surrounded him in. It felt like every time he pulled out, you sucked him back in.
“Yea.” You whisper breathlessly, and you sink your teeth into the flesh on his forearms. Mumbling the constant string of moans pulling from your throat.
Feeling like you’re floating, you’d never felt this amount of pleasure as his cock dragged deliciously against your g spot. “So-so full.” You squeak out, eyes rolling back.
“Where’s all that annoyance now huh?” You could hear the smirk and his thrusts get faster, transporting you into another world.
“Ah- ah! Aaron!” You suck in a deep breath. You’re sure your brain goes black, not capable of a competent thought. Your whole body trembles this time, the coil in your pelvis just begging to snap.
“Cum for me baby.”
That’s all it takes, you tighten around him, nails digging into his back and a silent cry comes from your throat. He slows slightly, however, still thrusting and bringing himself over the edge.
Pushing to the hilt, he releases inside of you. He places his forehead against yours and he slips out of you.
“You ok?” He checks in, stroking your hair.
“Yeah.” There’s a satisfied smile on your face as he quickly darts off to the bathroom, coming back with a wet rag and cleaning his cum off of your pussy and inner thighs, you shiver, still sensitive.
Once you’re clean, he clambers into bed next to you, pulling the covers over you, neither rod you bothering to get dressed.
“You know, I might have to make a complaint to HR,” You joke. “I’m sure that my boss cumming in me might come under sexual harassment.”
“Hmm.” He hums. “Well I think my subordinate rubbing herself in the shower while imagining me naked also comes under sexual harassment.” He jokes back.
Horror pulls over your face. “I’m gunna kill Em-”
He cuts you off, “Emily didn’t tell me about the shower, but she did tell me about you not coming for a while, well she implied it.”
“Then how?” Your jaw is slack and that familiar redness lights you up like a christmas string.
“I am a profiler.” He smiles. “Your face was very, very red.”
“Oh shut up. You’re the one who came out here in a towel and decided to just show me those back muscles.” You roll your eyes.
“My back muscles?” He smirks, smugness all over his face.
“Fuck off.” You huff, “Sir.” You add slyly.
It’s now his turn to turn bright red.
-
“Is anyone going to address the elephant in the room?” Derek asks after everyone is a couple drinks in, looser from the alcohol.
“Or do you mean the elephants that aren’t in the room?” JJ snorts, taking another sip out of her drink. Her and Emily make eyecontact across the circular table and start giggling manically.
“What? What did I miss?” Spencer tilts his head in confusion. “There’s no elephants in the room.”
“Hotch and y/n sitting in a tree.” JJ starts.
“What you think they’re kissing?” Spencer exclaims, pushing up his glasses in shock.
“Oh they’re doing a lot more than kissing. I can’t wait to tell Penelope.” She finishes, typing furiously on her phone.
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an: heyy party people, thanks for reading this!! this idea was a long time coming so please please like and reblog it! i need that fbi agent so baddddd. comment if you want to be added to a tag list!!
summary: you and aaron hotchner had left everything on a sour note. when you see him at a gala you can’t control your mouth… and neither can he.
warnings: MDNI, f reader, oral f rec, overstim, dom-ish hotch, fingering, PIV(WRAP IT), creampie. ALSO this is not edited and the tense is inconsistent!! also pls like and reblog <3
wc: 3.4k
It had been years since you had seen him. Sure, you'd seen him around. On the way out of the grocery store, when he was at the checkout and you were just coming in. Passing him in the bureau car park, him leaving for the tarmac and you clocking in for the day. Or, when you shared the most awkward elevator ride of a life time. But you hadn't actually SEEN him.
But now you we're actually looking at him. He was stood opposite you in a drab circle of boring chatter. The champagne flute was cool in your hand, it was disgustingly cheap and not actually bubbling.
"Oh look FBI royalty is here!" One of them chuckled and held a hand out for him to shake. " I'm surprised that he's allowed to grace us with his presence, not darting off on his private jet." The man laughed. He was from IT, or at least that's what you thought he said earlier.
"Have you met Hotch?" Another one of them said. "SSA Agent Hotchner, Unit chief of the BAU. Loads of accolades this guy."
He smiled politely at the praise but then his eyes settled on you and it almost vanished as you tried to suppress the mountainous eyeroll that was begging to spill over.
"We haven't been formally introduced." You held your hand out for him, introducing yourself. His palm hit yours and his fingers ghosting the soft skin as he pulled away. It tickled lightly and you took a minute step back and a gulp of flat champagne.
Every second you we're in his presence the more you wanted to light yourself on fire. Or maybe it was the heat in his gaze as it dragged down you.
"What sector do you work in?" He asked across the group.
"I'm head of Counter Terrorism." You responded, and really tried not to smirk at the slight flash of surprise on his face. Last time you had spoken, you had been a lowly desk agent. Had it really been that long?
"I'm surprised we haven't ran into each other." He said. You knew none of the other people noticed it but his hard brow and white knuckles around his whiskey glass told you otherwise. It was a dig.
"My team are great at handling anything before it even has to get to me." You kept for feet planted, toes curled into the bed of your heels. "Oh, I think I hear someone calling me. Goodbye Gentleman."
You knew it was petty to undermine him and his team. But the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth as you made your way to the bar was undeniable.
Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder and almost gave yourself whiplash turning back around. He was already staring you down. Then someone actually called out your name, just as the bartender passed you a real drink. Not some flat, bland liquid that doesn't calm the burning in your feet.
He looked almost the same. The same dark hair that he ran gel through, the same ridged back, like he had a rod pressed against it. The same intense glare and the same stupidly good looking face that never failed to make you hot.
The scotch burned a little at the back of your throat, holding an uncomfortable warmth that tickled as you glanced around the room again. Attempting to find the voice calling your name.
Then, you were embraced tightly. The force of her almost knocking you off your feet and the smell of an almost too sweet perfume drifting upwards.
"Hello Pen." You smiled into her hair, the blonde curls swished along your cheeks. "I didn't know you we're coming."
"Who am I to ever say no to a party?" She exclaimed, with that ever so happy smile on her face.
Pen was the one good thing that came out of, whatever it was that you and her unit chief used to get up to in the dead of night behind closed doors. Or in a squad car, or the one time in his office. But that certainly wasn't relevant to the fruity cocktail that had appeared in your hand.
"This isn't a party, it's a boring meeting with old men, who wear cologne 20 years expired." You rolled your eyes, "How did you even get this, it's a set drinks menu?" Taking a long sip anyway, it was stronger than you had anticipated.
"I gave the bartender very specific instructions after I saw you in that dress." Linking her arm in yours and dragging you around the room.
"Are you trying to get into my pants, Penelope Garcia?" You shot at her with a smirk.
"I'm not a man who wears 20 years outdated cologne, so I don't think I'll have much luck." She retorted.
"Right." Coughing slightly, you jabbed an elbow into her ribs. But you couldn't help but swipe your eyes across the room in a desperate attempt to locate him. You couldn’t. An unsettled feeling swiped through your stomach at his lack of presence.
“Am I that much of a cliche?” You snorted and wiped your damp palm down the side of your dress.
“Eh.” She gave it a thought for a second. “Yeah. But I love you all the more for it.”
Penelope let out a quiet gasp, before she pulled you towards the group of people that you least wanted to see. The BAU
“Chocolate thunder.” Penelope smiled as she sidled up to him, wrapping herself around his muscular arms.
“Babygirl.” He leant over and pulled her closer to him. “Who have you brought to see us? Derek Morgan.” He introduced himself, making a space for you in their group.
You introduce yourself, giving them a tight smile and keeping your hand stuck tightly to your side. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the BAU, they had a great job and Pen spoke highly of them. Of their heroic actions, saving people just in the brink of time. It was inspiring.
The problem was their boss, their boss that for some reason was currently nowhere to be found.
“So what sector do you work in?” The dark haired woman asked, a similar fruity cocktail in her hand.
“Counter terrorism. How are you guys finding the BAU? I hear it’s a whirlwind.” You asked, idley sipping on your drink.
“It keeps you on your toes for sure. We spend a lot of time darting around, the private jet is a plus.” The blonde one, that you knew as JJ shrugged.
You laughed, your head tipped back. “I wish we had one of those in CT. If we ever go out of state i’m always pressed up against a stranger.” Rolling your eyes as you cringed slightly of the memory of rubbing shoulders with a stranger.
“So how do you know Pen?” Derek asked and glanced over to her, still wrapped on his arm.
“I met her on my first day at quantico. Told her I liked her shoes in the elevator.” You smiled at the memory, “Then she invited me for lunch and the rest was history. Now she can’t get rid of me.”
“She forgot to mention that she looked like a total badass.” She giggled.
“Hotch, Hotch!” Pen’s eyes lit up and waved the man you least wanted to see was on his way over. “Have you met my friend?” Her hand gripping your shoulder and spinning you towards him.
Your face hardened at the sight of him, mouth set into an unmoving line and brows pinched together. His face looked like it always had, the stony, frozen expression that was permanently on his face.
“We met earlier.” He said shortly. Stepping around the outside of the group and making room before he stepped in opposite you.
“The guys were singing his praises. Called him FBI royalty.” You hummed, an edge of sarcasm laced through it. A teasing glint in your eye.
He didn’t match it in the slightest. “She was telling me that we haven’t met because her team is that good.” He shot out.
“Well, Strauss isn’t knocking down my door.” A fake sweet smile shone towards him. But your glare was cool as ice.
“Hmm.” He looked like his teeth were going to explode with how hard he clenched them together.
“Right.” Penelope said, cutting through the too long silence with her usual peppiness. “Did you know that she shot a 100 in her recent test?”
“I didn’t tell you that.” Your head shot over to her with a line forming in between your brows.
“I looked it up.” She shrugged.
“Damn!” Morgan exclaimed, “The highest I’ve shot is a 98.”
“99.” Emily smirked at him, a hand on her hip. “The only other person I know who shot a 100, is Hotch.”
Everyone looked towards him, but you hadn’t stopped your hard stare.
“That’s not fair, he used to be a sniper.” JJ huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well, you know what they say about snipers. Verrry trigger happy. Isn’t that right, Aaron?”
The smirk on your face was huge, egregious even. The satisfaction that settled in your gut hit better than the strong drink that Pen had given you. With that, you span on your heel and walked away.
Leaving the rest of the BAU, stood cringing and looking anywhere but their boss. And him staring at your retreating figure with a fury he knew only one thing could quell.
——
The hotel room they had put you in for the night was not too shabby. The bathroom had a huge bathtub that you couldn’t wait to dip into. A balcony that you’d sit and drink your morning coffee on, and a huge king size bed with the fluffiest sheets you’d slid into.
You pushed open the windows, letting in a cool breeze that swished the curtains into your bare shins. Goosebumps pulled up on your arms at the tickling sensation.
Then, a knock at the door caught your attention. You’d assumed it was Penelope, so didn’t bother to pull some pyjama pants on. The oversized tshirt brushing the tops of your thighs.
“Hey!-oh.” The smile on your face slid off. It was not Penelope. You were not staring at your friend and the coloured streaks in her hair, you were staring at a red tie and dress shirt covered chest. “What do you want.”
He was still furious, standing in the door way with his jaw ticking to the side and the vein in his neck prominent. But he still said nothing, fuming at the sight of you and staring at you with a look that you’d assume was akin to the look he gave mass murderers. It almost made you shiver.
Huffing, and a deep roll of your eyes at his silence. You began to close the heavy door in his face.
Suddenly, his foot was jammed in between the gap and shoved it open. A gust of air pushed your hair back and you took a minuscule step back.
“What are you doing?” You murmured, attempting to hide the shake in your voice. Gaze darting over his shoulder as the door clicked shut, then the lock not long after it.
“You humiliated me.” He stated, taking a large step, filling the gap between you. You took another step back and you felt your heels hit the wall.
“It’s not humiliation if it’s the truth.” You scoffed, your mouth running faster than your brain. “I remember, what was it? Three minutes?”
“That’s not true and you know it.” He hissed, the noise erupted deep from his chest. “I’d been away for two weeks. I don’t remember you complaining.” His eyes narrowed into slits.
“Snipers are known to take the shot too early.” You shoved past him, your shoulder knocking into his roughly.
You remembered that case. He’d been away for two weeks on a child abduction, every couple days another snatched from under the parents noses. No time for relaxation, of any kind.
Then, the second he got back. He was at your door, suit still crinkled. Neither of you had lasted long.
A large hand grasped your shoulder, spinning you around and yanked you into his hard chests His grip settled on your bicep, nostrils flaring as he looked down at you.
“Worried you can’t take it?” He rumbled, fingertips digging in.
You couldn’t help yourself, the scoff coming from your lips before it had even crossed your mind.
The next thing you knew, a strong hand clasped around your jaw and pulled you up to his lips. His crashing against yours, his tongue immediately forced its way into your mouth. You let out a squeak, muffled by him not letting you up for air.
His hands were moving, they tickled down your ribs and made home for themselves under your ass and lifting your socked feet from the ground. Finally, he pulled away to let you gasp for breath.
“I’m going to make you cum so many times, you can’t even remember your silly little comment.”
Now that took your breath away, as you stared at him dumbly with your legs wrapped around his hips. “What?”
His lips nipped your earlobe and the next words sent a shiver down your spine and soaked your panties through. “I’m going to ruin every other man for you.”
You crashed your lips back to his as he lowered you onto the bed. Clambering over you with his hand snaking up the outside of your thigh, he hooked a finger under your underwear and yanked them down your legs.
His head lowered to the apex of your thighs, placing a few light kisses before holding them apart and dipping in.
He wasted no time, like a man on a mission. Pulling you closer to his mouth and licking long swipes up you from hole to clit. Each time he reached your clit he flicked his tongue sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
“Aar- fuck.” You panted, already fisting the sheets with one hand, the other darting to his hair. You could feel the slight amount of pomade that he had combed through it before the evening.
He didn’t let up, zeroing in on your clit and sucking it in and getting grazing it slightly with his front teeth. Tongue licking up and down, just how you liked it. It sent your back arching and your mouth stumbling over your words.
“Jesus christ!” You cried out, teeth clamped over your lip hard enough to taste blood. The muscles in your thighs tightened as you crashed towards the edge. Desperate to hold off for longer, not wanting to prove his point.
But Aaron Hotchner didn’t like being wrong. Keeping the same pace, but then he hummed. The vibration made your toes curl and a strangled groan escaped from you.
“Oh my god!” It was futile to pretend any longer, letting the tension go. And came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whispered through gritted teeth, cunt gripping around nothing.
“What the fuck Aaron.” You said, cheer rising and falling rapidly.
He pulled off the a squelch, the entire bottom half of his face covered in your slick. Now, he was the one smirking.
“What was that? Three minutes?” He echoed your earlier sentiment. Before, you could say anything to snark back, his two fingers had pushed inside of you. Comment dead on your tongue. “Hmm?” He hummed as he started to pump them in and out.
Your hand shot down and wrapped around his forearm. “What, what are you doing?” Still sensitive, each graze made you whimper. “Aaron.” You sighed.
“Making you give me another one.” He smirked, fingers curling up and the pads hit the sweet spot inside of you. The slightest roughness of them made you gasp out again.
Your thighs clamped around his hand as his fingers sped up again and you slumped forward. Head resting against his shoulder, moaning into the crook of his neck.
He knew exactly how to coax noises out of you. Your legs starting to tremble, still gripped to his forearm.
“Fucking hell.” You got louder again, each pump of his finger letting out a wet noise and a delicious scrape against your g spot.
A deep laugh came from his chest, taunting you as your nails started to clasp onto his expensive dress shirt.
“Cmon baby, cum again.”
Cunt tightening around him, it squeezed his fingers in a vice as his voice sent you over the edge. And you did give him another one, just as he asked.
“Fuck you, fuck you!” You moaned out.
He always left you panting, like you’d just ran a marathon. But he stole the air from your lungs when he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Then, his hands traveled to his buttons and quickly discarded his shirt and slacks. Throwing them in the same direction as your panties.
“You can give me another one.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling.
He was crawling over you, almost foaming at the mouth. “You ok?” He checked in, pulling off his boxers.
“Yeah.” You confirmed, with a weak nod.
“Mmm, good.” He rumbled, jumping into action and attached his lips to your neck, and sucking marks that he definitely shouldn’t.
The feeling of his dick sliding up through your slick sent your eyes rolling and finally the deep stretch of him entering had you crying out.
“Aar.” Still ever so sensitive, you couldn’t even get his whole name out. Then, made you babble as he fucked in and out. “Ohmygod, mmmph.”
You could tell you wouldn’t last long, quite literally eating your earlier words. Each press of his dick, left you carving red marks down his back.
Even though his brow was furrowed in deep concentration, grunts slipped from his lips as he felt you tighten around him. But he still looked so, so pleased at himself.
The sight of you limply sprawled on the bed. Hands gripping to him for dear life, words dead on your tongue. Just, loud, incoherent moans that filled the room. A thin layer of sweat over the whole of you, hair stuck out every which way.
You looked completely fucked out.
“Beautiful.” He hummed, pressing a quick peck to your lips. Just the sight of you like that, because of him, had him almost exploding right there. Fingers dragged down to your already sensitive clit and swiped across it.
“Aaron, gunna, gunna.” Your eyebrows pulled together, hands now clasped on his biceps.
“Cum for me honey.” He said, sweetly. He leant down to capture your swollen lips, swallowing your almost scream as you came for the first time. The pulsing of your cunt had him uncharacteristically moaning too.
Finally, he came for himself. Each last drop pumped inside of you. Still kissing rather gently, as he slipped out of you slowly.
“I’m sorry for what I said.” You sighed, body flopped on the bed. “But if it gets me fucked like that, I’m not that sorry.”
“It’s ok.” He smiled and let you rest your head on his chest. “I should clean you up.” His eyes darted down to his cum leaking out of you. It made his cock jump.
“In a minute.” You smiled up at him, quickly pecking his lips. “You’re still a sex god.”
He laughed as he gave you a longer kiss back. “Still?”
“Always.”
He was gone and then back, wet rag in hand as he cleaned his cum off of you. Smirking at the jolt when he lightly grazed your clit.
“Do you want to go on a real date?” He asked, “Not like pizza then sex after a case. But like dinner.”
“After you’ve cleaned your cum off my pussy?” You smiled at him cheekily, but a brush of the rag over your clit had you shut up. “Yes yes! obviously we can go to dinner.”
“I’ll make the reservation.” He climbed back next to you, wrapping his arms around and resting his head atop of yours.
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a/n: heyyyy! i am alive. this is slightly shorter than normal buttt i had great fun writing it. i’m hoping to get back on a schedule! this was kinda bad but i haven’t written in a whole so i hope that’s ok!
yeah anyway… i’m alive!!! (everyone gasp). i finally settled in on my anti depressants and i can feel my criminal minds hyperfixation creeping back in.
i’m going to update my masterlist soon and i’m gunna get writing!!!!!
summary: you and aaron hotchner had left everything on a sour note. when you see him at a gala you can’t control your mouth… and neither can he.
warnings: MDNI, f reader, oral f rec, overstim, dom-ish hotch, fingering, PIV(WRAP IT), creampie. ALSO this is not edited and the tense is inconsistent!! also pls like and reblog <3
wc: 3.4k
It had been years since you had seen him. Sure, you'd seen him around. On the way out of the grocery store, when he was at the checkout and you were just coming in. Passing him in the bureau car park, him leaving for the tarmac and you clocking in for the day. Or, when you shared the most awkward elevator ride of a life time. But you hadn't actually SEEN him.
But now you we're actually looking at him. He was stood opposite you in a drab circle of boring chatter. The champagne flute was cool in your hand, it was disgustingly cheap and not actually bubbling.
"Oh look FBI royalty is here!" One of them chuckled and held a hand out for him to shake. " I'm surprised that he's allowed to grace us with his presence, not darting off on his private jet." The man laughed. He was from IT, or at least that's what you thought he said earlier.
"Have you met Hotch?" Another one of them said. "SSA Agent Hotchner, Unit chief of the BAU. Loads of accolades this guy."
He smiled politely at the praise but then his eyes settled on you and it almost vanished as you tried to suppress the mountainous eyeroll that was begging to spill over.
"We haven't been formally introduced." You held your hand out for him, introducing yourself. His palm hit yours and his fingers ghosting the soft skin as he pulled away. It tickled lightly and you took a minute step back and a gulp of flat champagne.
Every second you we're in his presence the more you wanted to light yourself on fire. Or maybe it was the heat in his gaze as it dragged down you.
"What sector do you work in?" He asked across the group.
"I'm head of Counter Terrorism." You responded, and really tried not to smirk at the slight flash of surprise on his face. Last time you had spoken, you had been a lowly desk agent. Had it really been that long?
"I'm surprised we haven't ran into each other." He said. You knew none of the other people noticed it but his hard brow and white knuckles around his whiskey glass told you otherwise. It was a dig.
"My team are great at handling anything before it even has to get to me." You kept for feet planted, toes curled into the bed of your heels. "Oh, I think I hear someone calling me. Goodbye Gentleman."
You knew it was petty to undermine him and his team. But the smile that pulled at the corners of your mouth as you made your way to the bar was undeniable.
Quickly, you glanced over your shoulder and almost gave yourself whiplash turning back around. He was already staring you down. Then someone actually called out your name, just as the bartender passed you a real drink. Not some flat, bland liquid that doesn't calm the burning in your feet.
He looked almost the same. The same dark hair that he ran gel through, the same ridged back, like he had a rod pressed against it. The same intense glare and the same stupidly good looking face that never failed to make you hot.
The scotch burned a little at the back of your throat, holding an uncomfortable warmth that tickled as you glanced around the room again. Attempting to find the voice calling your name.
Then, you were embraced tightly. The force of her almost knocking you off your feet and the smell of an almost too sweet perfume drifting upwards.
"Hello Pen." You smiled into her hair, the blonde curls swished along your cheeks. "I didn't know you we're coming."
"Who am I to ever say no to a party?" She exclaimed, with that ever so happy smile on her face.
Pen was the one good thing that came out of, whatever it was that you and her unit chief used to get up to in the dead of night behind closed doors. Or in a squad car, or the one time in his office. But that certainly wasn't relevant to the fruity cocktail that had appeared in your hand.
"This isn't a party, it's a boring meeting with old men, who wear cologne 20 years expired." You rolled your eyes, "How did you even get this, it's a set drinks menu?" Taking a long sip anyway, it was stronger than you had anticipated.
"I gave the bartender very specific instructions after I saw you in that dress." Linking her arm in yours and dragging you around the room.
"Are you trying to get into my pants, Penelope Garcia?" You shot at her with a smirk.
"I'm not a man who wears 20 years outdated cologne, so I don't think I'll have much luck." She retorted.
"Right." Coughing slightly, you jabbed an elbow into her ribs. But you couldn't help but swipe your eyes across the room in a desperate attempt to locate him. You couldn’t. An unsettled feeling swiped through your stomach at his lack of presence.
“Am I that much of a cliche?” You snorted and wiped your damp palm down the side of your dress.
“Eh.” She gave it a thought for a second. “Yeah. But I love you all the more for it.”
Penelope let out a quiet gasp, before she pulled you towards the group of people that you least wanted to see. The BAU
“Chocolate thunder.” Penelope smiled as she sidled up to him, wrapping herself around his muscular arms.
“Babygirl.” He leant over and pulled her closer to him. “Who have you brought to see us? Derek Morgan.” He introduced himself, making a space for you in their group.
You introduce yourself, giving them a tight smile and keeping your hand stuck tightly to your side. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the BAU, they had a great job and Pen spoke highly of them. Of their heroic actions, saving people just in the brink of time. It was inspiring.
The problem was their boss, their boss that for some reason was currently nowhere to be found.
“So what sector do you work in?” The dark haired woman asked, a similar fruity cocktail in her hand.
“Counter terrorism. How are you guys finding the BAU? I hear it’s a whirlwind.” You asked, idley sipping on your drink.
“It keeps you on your toes for sure. We spend a lot of time darting around, the private jet is a plus.” The blonde one, that you knew as JJ shrugged.
You laughed, your head tipped back. “I wish we had one of those in CT. If we ever go out of state i’m always pressed up against a stranger.” Rolling your eyes as you cringed slightly of the memory of rubbing shoulders with a stranger.
“So how do you know Pen?” Derek asked and glanced over to her, still wrapped on his arm.
“I met her on my first day at quantico. Told her I liked her shoes in the elevator.” You smiled at the memory, “Then she invited me for lunch and the rest was history. Now she can’t get rid of me.”
“She forgot to mention that she looked like a total badass.” She giggled.
“Hotch, Hotch!” Pen’s eyes lit up and waved the man you least wanted to see was on his way over. “Have you met my friend?” Her hand gripping your shoulder and spinning you towards him.
Your face hardened at the sight of him, mouth set into an unmoving line and brows pinched together. His face looked like it always had, the stony, frozen expression that was permanently on his face.
“We met earlier.” He said shortly. Stepping around the outside of the group and making room before he stepped in opposite you.
“The guys were singing his praises. Called him FBI royalty.” You hummed, an edge of sarcasm laced through it. A teasing glint in your eye.
He didn’t match it in the slightest. “She was telling me that we haven’t met because her team is that good.” He shot out.
“Well, Strauss isn’t knocking down my door.” A fake sweet smile shone towards him. But your glare was cool as ice.
“Hmm.” He looked like his teeth were going to explode with how hard he clenched them together.
“Right.” Penelope said, cutting through the too long silence with her usual peppiness. “Did you know that she shot a 100 in her recent test?”
“I didn’t tell you that.” Your head shot over to her with a line forming in between your brows.
“I looked it up.” She shrugged.
“Damn!” Morgan exclaimed, “The highest I’ve shot is a 98.”
“99.” Emily smirked at him, a hand on her hip. “The only other person I know who shot a 100, is Hotch.”
Everyone looked towards him, but you hadn’t stopped your hard stare.
“That’s not fair, he used to be a sniper.” JJ huffed, crossing her arms across her chest.
“Well, you know what they say about snipers. Verrry trigger happy. Isn’t that right, Aaron?”
The smirk on your face was huge, egregious even. The satisfaction that settled in your gut hit better than the strong drink that Pen had given you. With that, you span on your heel and walked away.
Leaving the rest of the BAU, stood cringing and looking anywhere but their boss. And him staring at your retreating figure with a fury he knew only one thing could quell.
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The hotel room they had put you in for the night was not too shabby. The bathroom had a huge bathtub that you couldn’t wait to dip into. A balcony that you’d sit and drink your morning coffee on, and a huge king size bed with the fluffiest sheets you’d slid into.
You pushed open the windows, letting in a cool breeze that swished the curtains into your bare shins. Goosebumps pulled up on your arms at the tickling sensation.
Then, a knock at the door caught your attention. You’d assumed it was Penelope, so didn’t bother to pull some pyjama pants on. The oversized tshirt brushing the tops of your thighs.
“Hey!-oh.” The smile on your face slid off. It was not Penelope. You were not staring at your friend and the coloured streaks in her hair, you were staring at a red tie and dress shirt covered chest. “What do you want.”
He was still furious, standing in the door way with his jaw ticking to the side and the vein in his neck prominent. But he still said nothing, fuming at the sight of you and staring at you with a look that you’d assume was akin to the look he gave mass murderers. It almost made you shiver.
Huffing, and a deep roll of your eyes at his silence. You began to close the heavy door in his face.
Suddenly, his foot was jammed in between the gap and shoved it open. A gust of air pushed your hair back and you took a minuscule step back.
“What are you doing?” You murmured, attempting to hide the shake in your voice. Gaze darting over his shoulder as the door clicked shut, then the lock not long after it.
“You humiliated me.” He stated, taking a large step, filling the gap between you. You took another step back and you felt your heels hit the wall.
“It’s not humiliation if it’s the truth.” You scoffed, your mouth running faster than your brain. “I remember, what was it? Three minutes?”
“That’s not true and you know it.” He hissed, the noise erupted deep from his chest. “I’d been away for two weeks. I don’t remember you complaining.” His eyes narrowed into slits.
“Snipers are known to take the shot too early.” You shoved past him, your shoulder knocking into his roughly.
You remembered that case. He’d been away for two weeks on a child abduction, every couple days another snatched from under the parents noses. No time for relaxation, of any kind.
Then, the second he got back. He was at your door, suit still crinkled. Neither of you had lasted long.
A large hand grasped your shoulder, spinning you around and yanked you into his hard chests His grip settled on your bicep, nostrils flaring as he looked down at you.
“Worried you can’t take it?” He rumbled, fingertips digging in.
You couldn’t help yourself, the scoff coming from your lips before it had even crossed your mind.
The next thing you knew, a strong hand clasped around your jaw and pulled you up to his lips. His crashing against yours, his tongue immediately forced its way into your mouth. You let out a squeak, muffled by him not letting you up for air.
His hands were moving, they tickled down your ribs and made home for themselves under your ass and lifting your socked feet from the ground. Finally, he pulled away to let you gasp for breath.
“I’m going to make you cum so many times, you can’t even remember your silly little comment.”
Now that took your breath away, as you stared at him dumbly with your legs wrapped around his hips. “What?”
His lips nipped your earlobe and the next words sent a shiver down your spine and soaked your panties through. “I’m going to ruin every other man for you.”
You crashed your lips back to his as he lowered you onto the bed. Clambering over you with his hand snaking up the outside of your thigh, he hooked a finger under your underwear and yanked them down your legs.
His head lowered to the apex of your thighs, placing a few light kisses before holding them apart and dipping in.
He wasted no time, like a man on a mission. Pulling you closer to his mouth and licking long swipes up you from hole to clit. Each time he reached your clit he flicked his tongue sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
“Aar- fuck.” You panted, already fisting the sheets with one hand, the other darting to his hair. You could feel the slight amount of pomade that he had combed through it before the evening.
He didn’t let up, zeroing in on your clit and sucking it in and getting grazing it slightly with his front teeth. Tongue licking up and down, just how you liked it. It sent your back arching and your mouth stumbling over your words.
“Jesus christ!” You cried out, teeth clamped over your lip hard enough to taste blood. The muscles in your thighs tightened as you crashed towards the edge. Desperate to hold off for longer, not wanting to prove his point.
But Aaron Hotchner didn’t like being wrong. Keeping the same pace, but then he hummed. The vibration made your toes curl and a strangled groan escaped from you.
“Oh my god!” It was futile to pretend any longer, letting the tension go. And came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You whispered through gritted teeth, cunt gripping around nothing.
“What the fuck Aaron.” You said, cheer rising and falling rapidly.
He pulled off the a squelch, the entire bottom half of his face covered in your slick. Now, he was the one smirking.
“What was that? Three minutes?” He echoed your earlier sentiment. Before, you could say anything to snark back, his two fingers had pushed inside of you. Comment dead on your tongue. “Hmm?” He hummed as he started to pump them in and out.
Your hand shot down and wrapped around his forearm. “What, what are you doing?” Still sensitive, each graze made you whimper. “Aaron.” You sighed.
“Making you give me another one.” He smirked, fingers curling up and the pads hit the sweet spot inside of you. The slightest roughness of them made you gasp out again.
Your thighs clamped around his hand as his fingers sped up again and you slumped forward. Head resting against his shoulder, moaning into the crook of his neck.
He knew exactly how to coax noises out of you. Your legs starting to tremble, still gripped to his forearm.
“Fucking hell.” You got louder again, each pump of his finger letting out a wet noise and a delicious scrape against your g spot.
A deep laugh came from his chest, taunting you as your nails started to clasp onto his expensive dress shirt.
“Cmon baby, cum again.”
Cunt tightening around him, it squeezed his fingers in a vice as his voice sent you over the edge. And you did give him another one, just as he asked.
“Fuck you, fuck you!” You moaned out.
He always left you panting, like you’d just ran a marathon. But he stole the air from your lungs when he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Then, his hands traveled to his buttons and quickly discarded his shirt and slacks. Throwing them in the same direction as your panties.
“You can give me another one.” He wasn’t asking, he was telling.
He was crawling over you, almost foaming at the mouth. “You ok?” He checked in, pulling off his boxers.
“Yeah.” You confirmed, with a weak nod.
“Mmm, good.” He rumbled, jumping into action and attached his lips to your neck, and sucking marks that he definitely shouldn’t.
The feeling of his dick sliding up through your slick sent your eyes rolling and finally the deep stretch of him entering had you crying out.
“Aar.” Still ever so sensitive, you couldn’t even get his whole name out. Then, made you babble as he fucked in and out. “Ohmygod, mmmph.”
You could tell you wouldn’t last long, quite literally eating your earlier words. Each press of his dick, left you carving red marks down his back.
Even though his brow was furrowed in deep concentration, grunts slipped from his lips as he felt you tighten around him. But he still looked so, so pleased at himself.
The sight of you limply sprawled on the bed. Hands gripping to him for dear life, words dead on your tongue. Just, loud, incoherent moans that filled the room. A thin layer of sweat over the whole of you, hair stuck out every which way.
You looked completely fucked out.
“Beautiful.” He hummed, pressing a quick peck to your lips. Just the sight of you like that, because of him, had him almost exploding right there. Fingers dragged down to your already sensitive clit and swiped across it.
“Aaron, gunna, gunna.” Your eyebrows pulled together, hands now clasped on his biceps.
“Cum for me honey.” He said, sweetly. He leant down to capture your swollen lips, swallowing your almost scream as you came for the first time. The pulsing of your cunt had him uncharacteristically moaning too.
Finally, he came for himself. Each last drop pumped inside of you. Still kissing rather gently, as he slipped out of you slowly.
“I’m sorry for what I said.” You sighed, body flopped on the bed. “But if it gets me fucked like that, I’m not that sorry.”
“It’s ok.” He smiled and let you rest your head on his chest. “I should clean you up.” His eyes darted down to his cum leaking out of you. It made his cock jump.
“In a minute.” You smiled up at him, quickly pecking his lips. “You’re still a sex god.”
He laughed as he gave you a longer kiss back. “Still?”
“Always.”
He was gone and then back, wet rag in hand as he cleaned his cum off of you. Smirking at the jolt when he lightly grazed your clit.
“Do you want to go on a real date?” He asked, “Not like pizza then sex after a case. But like dinner.”
“After you’ve cleaned your cum off my pussy?” You smiled at him cheekily, but a brush of the rag over your clit had you shut up. “Yes yes! obviously we can go to dinner.”
“I’ll make the reservation.” He climbed back next to you, wrapping his arms around and resting his head atop of yours.
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a/n: heyyyy! i am alive. this is slightly shorter than normal buttt i had great fun writing it. i’m hoping to get back on a schedule! this was kinda bad but i haven’t written in a whole so i hope that’s ok!
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