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lissasinclair

sweet little baby 💋

lissasinclair

so elegant and gorgeous as always 🥹🌹

He will never stop melting my heart 🥺♥️

#his smile is like the sun on a rainy day #JJ please never change #so cute and handsome #lee jungjae #lee jung jae

rhubarbspring

lee jung jae as han joon in feelings (1994), episode 12

mr-stendahl

PAPI PLEASE—

rhubarbspring

lee jung jae as han joon in feelings (1994), episode 13

sirmatthew1972

Because He Can, PWP ficlet

So... this Criminal Minds ficlet of smut and Aaron Hotchner being a sub came to me from out of nowhere and I went with it. Ha. Setting it free now, so I can get back to the McShep shenanigans I should be working on. Inspiration huh?! lol. Summary In which he knows that what Aaron needs is to be denied. To be used as his submissive lover until it hurts. Warnings/tags Shameless smut, no plot, m/m, boss/employee relationship, secret lovers, male lover, unnamed person pov, you decide who he is

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No one knows Agent Hotchner the way he does. So intimately. Unguarded… responsive… so eager to submit. "Be still." The order in itself is enough to pin his secret lover to the bed. No hesitation. No answer, because the moment Hotch stepped into the room he knew to be good. To undress. Suit left behind… the unit chief as well. In here he's Aaron. Nothing more, and nothing less. In here Aaron is a body of flushed over skin awaiting his touch. Hands. Lips. Teeth. Whip. Whichever he chooses to use on him. However… and whenever too. But, why rush it? Anticipation after all is part of the night. The build up. So, he lingers where he is. Watching. Circling the one he's blindfolded with his own tie. Who is lying face down with his spread out limbs untied yet bound to the mattress by will alone. No more orders needed. Not yet… but then the night is still young. The whip is new. It's his gift to Aaron, one meant to be felt. Heard. Yeah… it does make the sweetest sound as it thwacks flushed over flesh held put to be whipped again. The snap is loud in the room, joined by the quietest of gasps. Deep. Forbidden. Except, they both know that more are about to follow. Hell… those pale ass cheeks and muscles thighs are begging to be marked by him… and so are those lips that are letting the sweet sound of surrender out. Reluctant at first. Then not anymore. And rank? Decorum? They are slipping away under his torment. For with each lash comes both pain and pleasure. Surrender. Since it's his privilege to give Aaron what he deserves. To set him free from his responsibilities. Fatherhood. Duty. They are meaningless now when he rests his whip aside in between spanked ass cheeks put on fire. Waiting to be cooled down by his hands… or rather the ice cube pulled from his whisky glass. That which is melting at once, with its water running over marked flesh in thick drops. Leaving his Aaron shivering… wanton… quietly whimpering out his name… "Hush now." Because the hotel room has thin walls. Because no one else other than him is allowed to overhear their boss coming apart around his fingers sliding into his core. Slowly so. Slick. Wet. Thick… and still a touch too cold. Yet Aaron is arching up for more. Letting them in. Him. Deeper and deeper, until he uses his fingers to seek out what he came for. Pressing them up against that sweet spot of torment and pleasure alike, again. Three of them now… since patience is all good and well, but it's not why he's here. Hell no. By now it goes unsaid between them how Aaron wants to be hurt by him. To be used until he's too fucked out to think. Order. Lead. So, that's what he's going to get. No warning given other than the sound of his zip getting undone… There. He hauls Aaron onto his knees, forcing his boss to present his ass properly, so he can sink his freed cock inside that slicked up hole in one long thrust. So tight! So hot. So eager to be filled by his cock. Yeah… this is the moment of conquest he savours above all others, for it comes with the bitten off gasp of stunned, uncensored arousal. The sound of pure want set free from out of that so guarded man, who's coming apart at the seams… revealing his rarely seen submissive side as a lover. Fuck yeah. 'Cause Aaron is arching into each one of his thrusts now. Clinging to the sheets. Whimpering into the mattress as he sets his relentless pace of greed. His claim is undeniable. Welcomed. One selfish thrust at the time… aimed to target. Again. Harder then slower to leave Aaron clawing at the mattress. Desperate. Wanton. Blinded behind the makeshift blindfold, never mind that he's seeing stars. "Hold… Good boy." His order is met, enforced by the metal ring that he'd tucked around Aaron's cock earlier. His sub can't cum. Won't. Not unless he says so. Maybe next round… yeah, there's always next round. For this one? It's his turn to let go. To spill his seed deep inside of his denied boss, because he can and so he should. Does. They both need him to after all. THE END

#this was 🔥#thank you for this 🙏#submissive Hotch #bottom!Hotch #Aaron Hotchner #Criminal Minds