Melted hearts (and popsicles) in the summer heat
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
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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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.”
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.”
“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.
“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.
“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.
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