Would you ever write a fic where Hotch and Emily are going at it and the suddenly realisation they aren’t using protection drives Hotch wild
A/N: Hey everyone! I know my posting have sporadic (at best) and this will probably be my last fic for a while. I hope that I do get back into writing but if I don't, I at least hope you enjoy this silly little fic of mine.
Title: Where we are
Summary: They had always been careful, but then, too lost in lust and love to think about next steps. Who knew Aaron would enjoy it that much?
Word count: 2,5k
Warnings: Smut, dirty talk, fingering, rough sex, breeding kink if you squint?
When Emily finally takes the risk of asking him on a date, a real date, it wasn’t a surprise to anybody but him. They had been in a constant state of unresolved feelings for a long time, only made more complicated by Haley’s death and Doyle coming back into her life. But then she comes back from Paris and the feelings that had been there before she left were still there, probably even more noticeable now, because they had gotten a taste of what life would be without each other.
So she asked him out one night, rules be damned, and when he says yes with a shy smile and a flush creeping up his neck under his collar, she feels like something falls into place.
It’s easy to fall in love with him, it’s even easier to fall in lust with him. Aaron might be mild mannered most of the time, but his intensity and attention to detail was something that became even more prominent as he spent hours taking her apart with such ease that it almost scared her. She had never met a man like him before, a man whose greatest pleasure was seeing the pleasure he caused her.
“Fuck me.” She gasps as he bends her over the kitchen table one evening, one hand wrapped gently around her throat, thick fingers grasping her jaw, his other hand between her legs, circling her clit as he pushed himself behind her, the heat of his chest almost feeling scolding against her back.
“Hold on.” He whispers against her shoulder blade, before biting down playfully and she mewls with a breathless chuckle. His warm touch disappears for a few seconds she hears the familiar sound of plastic and foil filling the air, mixing with their slightly labored panting.
It was another thing she loved about him, the fact that he hadn’t complained once about her wanting to use a condom, despite the fact that she was on birth control. He hadn’t even questioned it. She never needed to explain why, never needed to tell him about her fear of accidentally getting pregnant after telling him about one of the most traumatizing experiences in her life even though the chance of her actually getting pregnant were slim.
Her train of thought is broken when he pushes inside of her swiftly, stretching her despite her having had him more times than she could count by now.
“Fuck, you always feel so good.” He mumbles, his words whispered against her spine as he rests his forehead against the back of her neck for a moment, letting them both take a second before he starts to move.
He keeps her bent over the table until she’s whimpering and twitching away from his touch and he comes with a grunt, filling the condom as he grinds against her ass, her name on his lips.
It’s surprisingly easy, their relationship moving forward without either of them paying much attention. It’s not until she realizes that she spends six nights a week at his place, that she brings up the idea of her moving in with him.
“Sweetheart, you have a key and my closet consists of your clothes more than my own at this point. You’re already moved in.” He answers with a teasing tone and barely contained smile and she throws a pillow at him.
“You’re such a jerk.” Her words conflict with the grin on her face and he laughs, that kind of laugh that makes her stomach tighten and heart flutter.
“Good thing you love me anyway.” He takes her hand and pulls until she’s moving on her own and straddles his waist. “Emily, do you want to move in with me? Officially?”
She doesn’t need to answer, her lips on his is answer enough.
She’s been living with Aaron and Jack for a couple of months when Jessica asks to take Jack for the weekend and even though she feels bad, a part of her is happy that she’ll get Aaron all to herself for two whole days.
Aaron doesn’t say anything but he seems happy about it too, his hands on her body, his lips tasting her skin, a freedom that they don’t have in the same way when there was a kid around.
It had been a long week, a week spent tracking down a local unsub but even though they all got to spend a few hours of sleep in their own beds each night, it was no less draining. By Friday they end up curled up in bed falling asleep early, too tired for anything else but a whispered good night.
The next morning she’s woken up by his hands grazing her skin, warm fingers trapping her nipple and gently pulling, his breath is damp against the back of her neck, his hips thrusting lazily against her backside. She knows he’s not fully awake yet, and still he’s already driving her crazy.
“Em…” He mumbles sleeping as she sighs softly, her thighs squeezing together to relieve some of the pressure between them. “Shh, stay still.”
She makes a sound, raspy from sleep as he touches her with more intent, touching her like it’s the first time. He takes his time, time he doesn’t normally have as he feels her body respond to him. When her skin pebbles from goose bumps he smirks against her neck, when her breathing gets shaky he makes a tsk sound.
“Impatient.” He gently scolds her as she turns in his arms, her eyes blown black by lust and a flush on her cheeks.
“You’re teasing me.” She whispers, as he settles above her, her legs easily spreading for him to fit in between.
“And you’re impatient.” He reaffirms as he grinds his hips against hers, his cock already hard and leaking precum into his boxers. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” When her cheeks flush harder and she bites back a smile he gently pushes some of her dark hair away from her face before kissing her softly. “My perfect girl.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” She whispers before raking her nails through his hair and pulling slightly to tug him into a deeper kiss.
His hands begin to move over her body again, pulling her sleep shirt off and dragging her underwear down her legs so he can push two thick fingers inside of her. His eyes are focused on her face as he curls them inside of her while pushing his palm against her clit, watches with dark satisfaction as she throws her head back and lets out a breathless grunt.
It never took long, he knew her body better than anyone ever had, and she knows her slick is staining her thighs as he pushes his fingers deep inside of her, but the coiling in the pit of her stomach is already building. He curls his fingers and rubs against that perfect spot inside of her and when she moans his name he smirks at the sound.
“That’s it sweetheart.” He encourages her, his voice graveled when he feels the way her walls start to tighten around his fingers. “You gonna come for me like this?”
“Y-yes, don’t stop.” She nods breathlessly and she feels his finger move a little faster, his palm press a little firmer against her clit. Her thighs trembles as her moans get louder, needier, and just as she’s about to fall over the edge, he stops.
“Not yet.” He mumbles with a smug look on his face as he licks her slick from his fingers, watching her with amusement as she lays beneath him, panting and looking at him stuck somewhere between anger and arousal. “I want to feel you coming on my cock.”
“Aaron I swear to God-” She starts but is stopped by him pushing the fingers he just had in his mouth in between her lips, forcing her to taste her own arousal on his fingers as he presses them against her tongue and uses his other hand to push down his boxers.
“Like I said, impatient.” He pulls his fingers out of her mouth and kisses her, his tongue moving against hers with a groan. “We have all weekend, trust me sweetheart, you’re going to limp by Monday.” His mumbled words are cut off by the feeling of her hand wrapping around his cock, pumping his shaft and spreading precum into his skin.
“You can’t have all the fun.” She twists her wrist and his hips buckle into her hand. His shaft is hot against her palm, more precum leaking onto her fingers and when she lifts her hand to lick it off she meets his eye with a smirk of her own.
“Filthy thing.” The way his voice drops to something close to a growl sends a tingle down her spine and she lets him intertwine their fingers beside her head. His cock nudges her swollen clit and she inhales sharply.
“I need you.” She whispers as he grinds against her, his shaft dragging along her clit slowly with just enough pressure to not be enough. Her legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer and Aaron hisses against her shoulder, feeling the heat of her against his cock. “Please.” Her whispered plea is the last straw and he pushes forward, pushing inside of her with a groan.
“You feel so god damn good.” He mumbles against her neck before he sucks gently on the skin there as his hips begin to move.
His thrusts are heavy and strong and she clings to him, completely lost in the feeling of him. Her nails rake over his back and ribs, leaving red lines and almost breaking skin. The sting of it makes him arch and hips buckle, forcing him even deeper inside of her and she gasps against his shoulder.
It felt good, it felt so fucking good and she bites down on her bottom lip to keep from moaning too loudly but he gently grabs her chin.
“I want to hear you, I want you to scream for me.” He keeps a hold on her chin, forcing her to meet his eye as he begins to move harder, fucking her faster, making her body jerk with each of his thrusts. It feels different, even better than it normally did and he can already feel himself losing control as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. When he finally lets go of her chin it’s to change the angle and he gets up on his knees while pulling her up by firm grip on her hips.
“Yes, oh my God, right there!” She whimpers, the new angle making him hit inside of her perfectly. Her hands twist the sheets as her eyes drift closed. When she opens them again she meets his stare, his dark eyes clouded over by pleasure and lust as he looks at her like she’s the 8th marvel of the world. It used to scare her, the way he looked at her like she was something precious, but now she reveled in it. “Touch me.” Her voice comes out lower, tight with need and Aaron wastes no time, looking down as he moves his hand from her hip to rub his thumb against her clit.
Only, it doesn’t come.
Instead he freezes, eyes going wide for a moment.
“Shit.” He looks down at her and she’s sure she can see his body trembling with the effort to keep still. “We’re not- the condom- I forgot…” He trails off and watches as realization dawns on her. It felt so good being inside of her without the barrier of the condom, but he knew what it meant to her.
For a few seconds she freezes and then she squirms a little and she sees the way Aaron literally twitches with the need to move. She can see the way he’s fighting himself, that all he wants is to keep going. And so does she, it felt too good to stop, she was on birth control and after what Doyle did to her the probability for her to get pregnant was close to zero. And it was Aaron, she trusted him with everything, including this.
“Keep going.” She says softly, her eyes locked on his.
“Em-” He starts but she squeezes her muscles around him, cutting him off as he grunts and his hips push forward on their own.
“It’s okay, keep going.” She pulls him down so he’s hovering above her again. “I want to feel it, all of it.”
He gives her another moment, his body trembling above hers, sweat dripping down his temple. He didn’t know why, but the feeling of her around him without a condom, the thought of coming inside of her without a barrier, it set something off in him. When Emily only buckles her hips up against his he can’t take it anymore and he begins to thrust.
“Feels so good, you feel so good, can’t wait to feel you squeeze my cock bare.” He mumbles, dirty words rolling of his tongue without a second thought.
Her eyes roll back as his hips snap against hers with a kind of need she’s never felt before. She realizes that even though Aaron probably didn’t even know it, this had unlocked something inside of him and now he was moving on raw instinct and she couldn’t do much but cling to him. Each thrust got her closer to coming, each of his groans against her ear made her stomach tighten. She sneaks a hand between their bodies, her fingers easily finding and rubbing her clit in tight circles as she moans his name.
“I’m so close.” She gasps against his neck, tasting the sweat on his skin.
“Come for me, come on my cock.” He’s losing his mind from how good she felt around him, somehow feeling wetter and hotter as her pussy trembled around his shaft. Logically he knew that the difference with a condom wasn’t huge, but there was something about feeling her without protection, that she trusted him enough for this, that made him lightheaded with want.
Her fingers circle her clit faster and he changes the angle just a fraction and then she’s coming with a breathless grunt, her body trembling and hips buckling wildly. Through the ringing in her ears she hears Aaron’s graveled grunt as she contracts around his shaft. He fucks her through it, hips thrusting even when she goes limp and she’s looking up at him with glazed over eyes.
She can feel the strain on him, can feel the way his body tremors as he looks down at her with something close to desperation.
“Do it.” She pants breathlessly. “Come inside of me, let me feel it.”
It didn’t take more than a few harsh pushes of his hips before he lets out a sound stuck somewhere between a yell and a punched out groan as he comes. His hips grind tightly against hers as he spurts inside of her, cock twitching as every muscle in his body tenses from pleasure.
Emily whimpers, the heat of his orgasm making her clit throb again and she squirms under him.
“D-don’t move.” He gasps, breathless and body covered in sweat as he tries to regain feeling in his legs. “Shit that was-”
“So good.” She finishes for him with a smile, somehow feeling more sated than she ever had. She squeezes around him again and Aaron jumps with a breathless chuckle.
“Emily, give me a minute.” He rolls off her and watches with heated eyes as some of his cum drips out of her.
“I don’t think we need a minute.” She smirks, seeing his cock jerk slightly as he watches his seed pool underneath her. “We’re doing that again. And again, and again.”
Before he can stop her she’s straddling his hips, letting him feel their combined juices as she starts to grind on his lap. He couldn’t argue even if he wanted to. It was a new step in their relationship, one he was more than happy to take.
I'm as human as anyone. I love, I get scared. I wake up every morning and despite not knowing what to do, I put one foot in front of the other and I try to make the best choices I can. I screw up all the time, but that is being human. And that's my greatest strength.
I was literally die hard team stabler until rafael came into my life. fucking elliot WHO? like out of all the men around olivia, stabler is the fucking WORST for her.
And rafael literally telling her he loves her unconditionally and tried to protect her when stabler was willing to risk her career to avenge his wife that he has been dangling in liv’s face for YEARS.
Like olivia I get it you love stabler but you could have had RAFAEL.
So I’ve been watching Law and Order SVU and I was all the way shipping Olivia Benson and Elliot Stabler. Like how can you not? THEN Rafael Barba pops into the picture and now I’m so conflicted. I love them both but I found myself so drawn to Barba I’m having a hard time loving Elliot.
