GYNECOLOGIST HOTCH GIVING YOU AN EXAMINATION AND COCKILY NOTING YOUR AROUSAL
Doctors Visit - A.H
Word Count: 409
Warnings: Mature Themes, 18+ only, Dark Themes!, Doctor!Hotch, fingering, kinda dubcon but given consent after
It was your yearly check at the gynecologist. You'd had Aaron Hotchner as your doctor for a few years now, you were nervous when you first had him - hell you were still nervous to have him as your doctor. At first you were just nervous because of the fact your doctor was male and was going to be getting up close and personal with you, but now, you were mainly nervous because of how handsome you found him.
You knew it was wrong to have a crush on your doctor, but you really couldn't help it, the way he was always so kind, yet so serious, barely ever cracking a smile, you couldn't really help yourself.
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"How are we doing today?" Aaron asked you as you walked into the room, sitting down on the bed.
"I'm doing good doctor." you mumbled, looking down at your lap, you found yourself a lot of the time unable to look into Hotch's eyes, sometimes being overwhelmed by the seriousness in them.
He chuckled lightly at the fact you couldn't look at him, "you know the drill, honey" he muttered, signaling for you to lie back, the pet name slipping out of his mouth.
You did as you were told, lying back on the bed, watching as Hotch walked over to you, pulling gloves onto his hands.
Your attention was focused on the ceiling, you fidgeted with your hands as Hotch moved his chair to between your legs. He flipped up the skirt you were wearing, moving your panties to the side. You heard him chuckle as he ran a finger through your folds causing you to gasp quietly.
"You're soaking wet, honey. I wonder who that's for." he chuckled, a smirk on his face.
You gulped slightly, knowing full well that you were wet because of him, and he knew it too.
Hotch smirked as his thumb moved to your clit, stroking it gently. "Look at me, honey." he spoke, his voice commanding. You let out a shaky breath, looking down to see Hotch staring right at you, a smirk still on his face.
"I bet that's for me, right?" he spoke cockily, his finger slowly sliding into you, as he thrust his fingers at a bruising pace. "You gonna let me make you feel good, honey?"
"God, please" you breathed out, your hips bucking harshly, causing Hotch to push his other arm against your stomach, stopping you from moving.
"I've got you honey." he chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to your thigh.
