Feb 22, 2023
Hotch: You look nice, I want to kiss you.
Y/n: What?
Hotch: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.
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Hotch: You look nice, I want to kiss you.
Y/n: What?
Hotch: I SAID IF YOU DIED, I WOULDN’T MISS YOU.
i know what you meant
aaron hotchner x gn!reader
this is sfw :) and i think im going to make this a 2 part-er, bc i cant help myself 🤪
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summary: you’ve been known to skips meals during work and replace them with coffee, and Hotch wants to change that. (seriously don’t take these seriously)
warnings: fluff, admission of feelings, first kiss, mentions of food, sexual innuendos
word count ~ 1.6k
“Have you eaten?” Hotch asked as he towered above you on the catwalk.
His voice startled you, making your heart sputter in your chest. You spun around in your desk chair and sat back in it to see him. Your eyes traveled slowly up his frame until you met his eyes, and smiled.
“Or should I say, are you hungry?” The only thing he has seen you eat today was an orange at lunch and several cups of coffee throughout the day. He wanted to change that because he cared more than a boss should.
“I could ask you the same thing,” you quipped, fiddling with the pen in your hand.
You only saw Hotch leave his office, maybe twice today, and one of those times was for coffee. It wasn’t like you were keeping track, the desk you were assigned to was parallel to his office, so you saw whenever he came and went.
He smirked, head falling forward to look at his feet. “Would you like to get dinner with me?”
Your eyes went wide, smile wavering. Hotch stuttered, clearing his throat as his face reddened. “I didn’t- That's not what I-” He pinched the bridge of his nose in embarrassment.
“I know what you meant, Hotch,” you said, waving your hand in the air. “And yes, I would. I'm starving. I just need five minutes.”
He nodded, heading back into his office. You smiled to yourself as you turned around. You wouldn't have said no, if he really was asking. Sure, he was handsome, caring, selfless, funny when he wanted to be. It was just a matter of time before you fell head over heels for him, and you slowly started to feel it happening for a while now.
Exactly five minutes later, Hotch came out of his office with his briefcase and over-coat in hand. You slid your coat on and slung your bag over your shoulder.
“You ready?” you asked, flashing him a bright smile.
He nodded, and gestured for you to go first, his hand falling to your lower back. His hand lit a fire under your layers of clothes, your knees almost faltering as you walked. He stood behind you, while you waited for the elevator in silence.
“Y’know,” you said, breaking the silence. The elevator doors opened and you both stepped in. You faced the doors, not bothering to look at him as you spoke, “I wouldn't have said no.”
His head swung towards you, his brows furrowed. You felt his dark eyes bore into the side of your head, eyes pleading for you to look at him. You were so sure he was about to tell you off.
“Do you mean that?” he questioned. His voice was like a warm hug that completely consumed you.
You slowly turned your head towards him, eyes traveling up his frame until your eyes met. Your heart pounded in your chest as you both studied each other's face.
“I do,” your voice barely registering. He smiled, like actually smiled; teeth and dimple showing. You thought you were going to melt, a weight being lifted off your chest. You let your head fall forward, the corners of your mouth turning up. You thought your heart was going to fall out of your ass.
“It's a date then.” He took a half step closer to you, and from the corner of your eye, you see his hand leave his side, a pinky ghosting the side of your hand. You interlaced your fingers with his. His hand swallowed yours whole as you looked down at where you connected. You couldn't tell if the rapid pulse you felt was yours or his.
When the elevator doors opened, you stepped out first with Hotch in tow behind you. “Does this mean I get to call you Aaron, now?” you asked, voice echoing against the concrete walls.
He squeezed your hand a little tighter, a smile forming on his face. “It does.” He led you to his black SUV and opened the passenger door for you, while taking your bag from your hand.
That was something else you loved about him, he was a complete gentleman and never purposely made you feel uncomfortable. He always checked in with you after rough cases, asking if you needed literally anything, all you had to do was ask. And everytime you wanted to say him.
“What kind of food are you in the mood for?” he asked, sliding into the driver's seat.
You shrugged your shoulders. “I don't know, something greasy, like deep dish.”
“There is this pizza place downtown, off of F street, I think you’ll really like,” he said, pulling out of the parking garage and onto the main road to the highway. “Plus they have the best garlic knots I've ever had.” You hummed at the thought of sinking your teething into some good food.
Aaron stretched his arm across the center console, holding out his hand. You beamed as you interlaced your fingers with his, holding his hand in your lap, while your other hand traced random shapes and patterns on the back of his hand.
For most of the 45 minute car ride, you both sat in a comfortable silence with the radio playing softly in the background. You asked him about Jack, and if he had any plans for the weekend. He didn't, since Jessica took Jack to Hershey park.
Once in the city, Aaron found a parking garage near the pizza joint. As he paid for parking, you stood near the steps that led up to the street to wait for him. You couldn't help but to watch him. He looked so delicious in the black suit perfectly tailored to his physique. You lick your lips. He took the ticket from the machine and stuck it in his jacket pocket.
Walking the few blocks, Aaron grabbed your wrist, stopping you on a quiet street corner. You turned to him with your brows pinched in confusion.
“What's wrong?”
He shook his head. “Nothing, I just…” he sighed. He slid his hands around your waist, pulling you into him, eyes flicking down to your lips. Your head spun, all your senses being filled by him. His hand came up to your face, cupping your cheek. The pad of his thumb swiped just under your bottom lip as he licked his lips. You softly whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Kiss me. Please,” you muttered, your breathing picking up.
Aaron closed the distance between you, brushing his nose softly against yours, and pressed his lips to yours. You brought your hands up to his sides, trying your best to bring him closer than he already was, humming against his lips to deepen the kiss.
“I just wanted to tell you, you are the most beautiful person I have ever encountered,” he marveled. Your cheeks heated up as you pressed your forehead into his chest.
“Quite the charmer, you are, Aaron Hotchner. If I didn't know any better, I would think you are trying to seduce me,” you said, looking up at him through your lashes.
“Is it working?” he grinned, brushing his fingers through your hair. You leaned into his touch.
You laughed and shook your head. “It is, but I can smell the pizza place from here, and I'm more hungry for food than for you.”
Aaron smiled, throwing an arm around your shoulders as you wrapped an arm around his middle, and headed towards the pizza place.
You picked a booth in the corner, while Aaron ordered a pepperoni deep dish pizza for the both of you. Instead of sitting across from you, he scooched in next to you, placing the order number on the table, and a hand on your thigh.
“You smell good,” you hummed, wanting to be drowned in his cologne. You cross your legs, trapping his fingers between your thighs.
“So do you,” he countered, giving your leg a squeeze. His nose found the crook of your neck, taking in a deep breath, before pressing an open mouth kiss to your skin. You thanked the universe you put on black dress pants that morning.
Aaron was right, it was some of the best pizza you've ever had, since moving to the city. You both decided, instead of walking back to his car and calling it a night, you guys would walk to the greenway between the Washington monument and the Capitol.
Ever the gentleman, he walked closest to the street, hand intertwined with yours. Every time you guys stopped to wait at a crosswalk, Aaron would pull you into him, peppering soft kisses all over your face and neck.
As you passed the FBI’s DC office, you asked him, “How long have you felt like this?” You could see his cheeks pinken under the streetlight.
“Since your first case with the BAU,” he confessed. You stopped walking with your mouth agape. You snatched your hand from his, playfully hitting his chest.
“That long,” you exclaimed in surprise. “And you didn't say anything?”
He raised a brow, pressing his lips into a flat line. “Oh yeah? And what about you? You couldn't keep your eyes off of me for the first two weeks you were here.”
It was your turn to blush as you smiled. “I asked you first, and besides, I did say something. This is a date, isn't it?” You took his hand again, and continued walking.
Aaron chuckled, pulling you closer to him. “It is.”
You guys sat on a bench that faced the Washington monument, gazing at what little stars you could see from the city’s light pollution. He watched you observe your surroundings, a smile on your face the whole time. If you wanted the moon, he’d do everything in power to do so. You were so beautiful, and nobody could ever change his mind.
“This is officially the best day ever,” you sighed, leaning your head against Aaron’s shoulder. He pressed a kiss into your hairline.
“I wholeheartedly agree,” he smiled.
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part 2 coming soon 🥰
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Reader is a BAU member in this scenario and as always, these are standalone and not part of any series.
Word count: 3k
Warnings: cursing, a jerk at the bar but Hotch takes care of him, smut, oral, fem receiving, penetration, dirty talk, I think that’s it!
"We convinced everyone to get together tonight. Even Hotch. You can't back out now," JJ pleaded through the bathroom door, but you felt ridiculous in the tiny, thinly strapped dress that barely hit your mid-thigh. It was the first official weekend of summer, and you were all due at a bar in less than an hour, but you were having doubts at the last minute.
"Told you she wouldn't come if Hotch came," Penelope's sing-song voice was no comfort to you now, especially considering she was right. There was no way you could relax around your Unit Chief, especially when you had a massive crush on him.
"What if I look dumb? Or say something dumb?" You opened the door, earning a wolf whistle from JJ in response.
"You only have to worry about saying something dumb because you look hot," she told you, making you twirl around so Penelope could judge your outfit as well.
"Tonight's the night you finally get his attention, I know it," Penny said confidently, but you weren't so sure. You'd refrained from saying anything until now because you weren't ready to have your heart broken and for things to be awkward in the field, but if he made a move, it would ease your worries exponentially.
"I'm so nervous," even the pregame of vodka cranberries wasn't doing anything for your nerves; you hoped the ride over would give you time to chill out.
"Don't be. We'll dance and it'll be a good time," Penelope stated, and you hoped she was right. You couldn't afford to look like an idiot around your boss. You took a cab to the bar, Spencer, and Morgan on their way inside as you pulled up to the curb.
"Look at you lovely ladies!" Morgan complimented, taking in the three of you. You had to admit, you all looked great; JJ"s red dress fit her body perfectly, and Penelope in purple was a force to be reckoned with.
"We're trying to get this one to get over herself and just talk to Hotch," JJ whispered to Morgan, who winked in your direction.
"If anyone can get his attention, it's you, mama," he confirmed, and you rolled your eyes at him in response.
"Actually, just last week I caught him looking at you when he thought everyone was busy for a minute and thirty-six seconds. The average gaze only lasts about 3.3 seconds," Spencer said factually, causing you to groan at his logic.
"What does that even mean?"
"It means you think too much!" Penelope cut in, shoving you towards the door. You spotted Hotch and Rossi almost immediately, seated at a table in the far back corner, a round of shots already waiting at the table.
"There they are!" Rossi exclaimed, greeting everyone as you took your seats. You ironically enough sat across from Hotch, his eyes raking over your body shamelessly as you sat down. You pretended not to know he was staring at you, the attention giving you the ego boost you needed to quit worrying so much. Rossi handed out drinks, the clear liquid burning harshly on the way down. It didn't take long for everyone to be wrapped up in conversation, and JJ was looking for any excuse to go dance.
"We'll leave you guys to it," she told the men, dragging you and Penelope towards the dance floor. You could feel the heavy weight of Hotch's stare as you walked away from the table and followed JJ and Penelope, swaying to the beat of the song that was on. As soon as you were away from the group, JJ turned towards you.
"He was staring!" She gushed, and you shushed her, terrified that you weren't far enough away to be in the clear just yet.
"I thought so too," Penelope said right after, which only confirmed your own suspicions.
"What if it's because I look funny?"
JJ scoffed, leading you to the bar and ordering the three of you another drink. You three seemed to have just about everyone's attention; there were pairs of eyes staring you down from all directions.
"Ask any of these guys if you look funny and I guarantee they all say otherwise," JJ snorted, so you tried to get over your insecurities so you could decide what to do about Hotch. You were in the middle of Penelope and JJ scoping out a table of guys when your phone buzzed against your chest, tucked into your bra. Hotch's name filled the screen.
Did you wear that just for me?
Your phone hovered over the letters on the keyboard, unsure of how to respond to his bluntness. You could see him across the sea of people, clutching his phone in his hand, waiting for you to respond.
That depends. Do I have your attention?
His smirk was obvious even from your spot across the bar as he replied, his fingers flying across the keys as he looked up, scanning the crowd for you. You barely caught a glimpse of him before a dancing couple moved into your line of sight and your phone buzzed again.
You've always had my attention, but especially now.
You didn't have time to type a response; JJ was tugging you to the dance floor, her favorite song pouring through the speakers. The three of you danced for a couple of songs until your high-heeled feet were sore and you needed water, and you broke away from the group to go back to the bar. It didn't take long of standing and waiting until a stranger was approaching you, asking for your name and where you were from. You politely gave him your name but told him you were with friends and had to get back to them. He didn't seem satisfied with your answer, prying for more information as you waited for the bartender to grab your bottle of water. You ignored him, which only made him angry, reaching for your wrist as you tried to wait further down the bar. You didn't have time to say anything; Hotch had seen the entire exchange and was hastily making his way towards the bar, removing the man's hand from your wrist for you.
"Don't touch her again," he growled, his eyes nearly black as the man backed away, sputtering an apology the entire time. Hotch's hand still held your wrist, his fingers briefly brushing across your knuckles before he pulled his hand away.
"Are you alright?"
You could barely hear him over the roar of the crowd, but you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. His hand met the small of your back and rested firmly there, covering your body with goosebumps at his touch.
"Will you wait with me?"
He nodded, his other hand coming up to hold your waist from behind. He leaned down so you could hear him, his breath hot on your ear.
"I'll be leaving in an hour. Will you come with me?" He told you the plan; you'd take his keys and meet him in the car and he'd join you fifteen minutes after so no one got too suspicious. You were thrilled by the idea of sneaking around with him, it felt taboo and off limits, and you loved the idea of getting caught with him by someone from your team and hearing how he'd have to explain it after.
"Go have fun, we'll have fun later," he shot you a wink and left you with JJ and Penelope, who were immediately questioning you as you twirled around the dance floor.
"He just rescued me from some jerk at the bar," you explained, telling them how the guy had put his hands on you and Hotch stopped him before you had the chance. They kept prying because they'd been spying and they'd seen his wandering hands and him whispering secrets.
"He was just being sweet is all," you wanted to keep him to yourself for as long as possible because you knew that's what he'd want too. You'd tell them eventually, but the first night would be all about you and him.
"Sweet? Hotch isn't sweet," Penelope countered, but you simply shrugged, because he'd been sweet to you, and that's all that mattered.
In no time Hotch was texting you to go to the car, so you said your goodbyes to everyone and waited, a thread of filthy messages from your boss following.
Leave your panties in the front seat.
Please.
You did as he asked, sending him a photo for proof. There was no response, instead, the driver door flew open and he was climbing in, not before grabbing your panties out of the seat.
"You listen well. Good girl," he admired them for a moment before stuffing them in his coat pocket, reaching for your hand across the console. You held it happily, clenching your thighs together for what the night with him would bring.
"I watched you all night long. No woman has ever had that kind of effect on me," his grip on you tightened; you could feel the lust behind his words.
"I guess we'll have to do something about that," you shot back, his filthy words making you a soaked mess between your thighs.
"I hope you're as filthy as you sound," he purred, turning into a parking garage, finding a spot, and killing the ignition.
"Don't move," he came around to your door and opened it for you, giving you his hand so he could guide you to the elevator.
As soon as the doors closed, his lips found yours, attaching to you urgently, like her been waiting to kiss you all night. Your back was pressed against the cool metal of the elevator, his hands groping your breasts through your dress. His knee rested between your parted thighs, offering just enough friction to have you whimpering against his pant leg.
"I can't wait to take this dress off of you," his fingers toyed with the straps, trailing back down towards your cleavage, his fingertips tracing the exposed flesh. By the time the door popped open, he was dragging you to his door, unlocking it and tugging you inside. He turned you to face him, before motioning for you to lift your arms for him to undress you. You unclasped your bra for him and tossed it to the floor, leaving you in only your heels.
"Goddamn, you look so good," you felt hid eyes travel across your body, landing on your center. He led you to his bedroom and instructed you to get on the bed while he undressed. You could only stare him down as he shed his shirt, letting you admire him fully for the first time.
"You're so hot, Aaron," you breathed, earning a low chuckle from him in response.
"I wish you could see yourself, sweetheart. You look delicious," he helped to get your shoes off, letting them fall to the floor one by one. He crawled into bed with you, in nothing but his black boxer briefs, tightening by the second. His dick was throbbing against his waistband, so you reached out and palmed him through his boxers, earning a hiss in response.
"I'm dying to taste you, sweetheart. Quite frankly, it's all I've thought about," he lowered himself between your thighs, sucking wet kisses onto your hips and waist, leaving a trail of heat directly towards your center.
"Then don't make me beg," you stared down at him as he teased your slit with his long, thick fingers, dragging your arousal up to your clit so he could play with you before he tasted you.
"I'm only just getting started, sweetheart. Be patient," he swiped his thumb over your clit, earning the bucking of your hips towards his face. He patted your thighs, kissing each one tenderly before he placed an even gentler kiss on your clit, his lips wrapping around you as his tongue flicked your sensitive flesh. His fingers pumped slowly in and out of you, making you tangle your hands into his hair. He had every right to be cocky; the way he was making you come undone beneath his touch was impressive. You'd never been given the satisfaction of a selfless lover, and that was all about to change.
His mouth and fingers brought you over the edge embarrassingly quick, a proud smirk on his glistening lips. You guided his mouth back to your core and he continued to make your head spin; his expert tongue and wandering fingers a heavenly combination.
"Your clenching around my fingers. Feels so good," he observed, watching with seductive eyes as his fingers entered you. He was obsessed with watching you: how you reacted to his touch, what he made your body do. You had never ached so badly for another person.
You'd dreamed about this many times; you just didn't think it would ever become a reality. Not to mention, he'd been so bold about it. It was almost as if he knew you wanted him all along. If he did, he'd never said anything before tonight. You chalked it up to timing, and left it alone; none of it mattered now that you had him.
By the time he'd given you your second orgasm, you were ready to feel him; he was more than happy to oblige, turning you over to lay on your stomach so he could put your ass in the air.
"Can I fuck you like this?" You looked back at him and gave him a nod, his cock teasingly gliding against your slit before he slid into you with a gasp. His first few thrusts were so you could adjust to the size and girth of him; he was bigger than you'd taken before, and judging by the smug expression on his face, he knew it. When his hands gripped your ass and he began to pound his hips into you, you had to scream into the pillow to muffle the pornographic sounds coming from your body. He'd found a way to appeal to all of your senses at once, combining to bring you an immense amount of pleasure. His filthy words, the steady rocking of his hips into you, it was all enough to make you dizzy with affection.
"Please don't stop," you begged him, and he fucked you harder, tightly gripping your waist to hold you steady as he buried himself inside of you.
"I love to hear you beg, baby," his words were like fire to your core as you came on his cock, squeezing tightly around him as you found your release. He slowed down dramatically, easing in and out of you, leaning forward to place a delicate kiss in the middle of your back.
"You're so perfect. Thank you for letting me have you like this," everything about this was intimate, from the fluid grinding of his hips to his strong hands caressing your body. He wanted to show you that he could fuck and make love too, and expertly at that.
"I wouldn't want this with anyone else," your heart had belonged to him for a while now, whether he knew it or not. You had pined after him for so long that this felt almost unnatural to you; you couldn't believe you were getting what you wanted.
"It's a good thing because you're mine now, do you understand that?" As if to remind you, his hips slammed into yours, his hand tugging at your hair from behind. You sank further into the bed, letting him use your body however he desired. You would've stayed right there on your stomach for him until sunrise if that's what he'd wanted.
"All yours," you squeaked, knowing there was no one on earth that could satisfy you the way he had been. You were convinced that there would never be another man like him in your life.
"That's my girl," the pet name had rolled off his tongue so easily you almost missed it, but you didn't, and your heart skipped a beat. Without warning, he flipped you over, scanning your body before ravishing it with his mouth, covering you in love marks he'd sucked on to your skin. He slowly made his way to your mouth, his tongue dancing against yours as he slid back into you. He planned to fuck you slowly, your knees bent at an angle and off to the side as he eased in and out of you. You watched his cock disappear into you and shuddered at the feeling of completion he left you with. You were convinced you'd been made just for him and vice versa.
"My sweet, filthy girl," his hand snaked between your legs, rubbing furiously at your clit. He became more focused, close to his own release as he gripped you for stability, his hand cupping your face as he gazed down at you. The intensity of his gaze only became deeper as he finished in you, peppering your face with kisses as he shuddered on top of you. You had no doubt he was exhausted after fucking you so well, because you were ready to crawl into his bed and fall asleep for the night.
"I'm so glad that finally happened. I've been thinking about it for months," he said finally, rolling off you so he could grab something to clean you up with. Afterwards, he tucked you in on the inside of the bed before crawling in after you.
"I guess I should've asked if you planned to stay," he said softly, but you cuddled into his side, excited to sleep with him close.
"I was hoping I could, I'm awfully comfortable," you teased, and he snuggled in next to you, brushing your hair out of the way so he could place a kiss on your cheek.
"We'll have a proper date tomorrow, but for now, I just want to hold you."
Identity Crisis Pt 4
SHOW/CHARACTERS: Criminal Minds characters; Hotch x swat!fm!reader; SWAT characters
WARNINGS:18+ MINORS DBI, language, angst, violence, identity theft, threats against a child, usual CM case stuff, death penalty, death, fluff, kissing
Notes: Reader is essentially Hondo’s character on SWAT except female. Hondo doesn’t exist in this because Derek Morgan is still with BAU in this one. I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO THESE CHARACTERS
Part One Part Two Part Three
By late morning you all had figured out the this man was Kyle Marks, brother of Harvey Marks, a serial killer that the BAU had previously caught. He was sentenced to death. The sentence was carried out 3 days before you met in the coffee shop. That was the trigger. Hotch was the expert witness. Kyle blamed Hotch directly and vowed to destroy him in anyway he could. Kyle didn't have a current known address.
Garcia gasped getting everyone's attention. “Sir, he posted a rant online about how he hates the BAU, specifically you, for the death of his brother. He said, and I quote, 'Aaron Hotchner will know what it feels like to lose what he loves.'” Everyone on the BAU team shared sad looks to Hotch.
“He must be talking about Jack. I already lost Hayley. Y/L/N said he knew specifics about Jack and his school.” Hotch stated clearly trying to control his anger of his son being targeted. He stood and started walking towards his office.
Following him you called after him, “Hotch! Wait.”
He turned towards you. Anger falling slightly.
“I'm sorry. I wasn't sure the things he had told me were true or made up. He said he was a widower. That the Boston Reaper killed his wife. Was... was that true?” you asked cautiously.
“Yes. Yes it is.” He said quietly. He told you everything that happened; including that Jack was there at the time.
“Oh my god, Aaron! I'm so sorry you both have been through that.” You said with honesty while pulling him into a hug.
Hotch tensed at first then melted into the embraced and hugged you back tightly; both of your fighting back the tears.
“Oh uh sorry about that.” You said sniffling and pulling away.
“Don't be. Thank you. I think I needed that.” He said with a sad smile.
“Hey,” you said softly placing your hand on his shoulder, “anytime. Seriously.”
Suddenly, Jack burst out of Hotch's office.
“Daddy!” He shouted happily.
“Hey buddy!” Aaron scooped up his son into his arms hugging him tightly.
“Daddy, you're squeezing me too tight.” Jack giggled.
“Sorry little buddy. I just love your hugs.” Aaron responded.
Jack looked over his dad's shoulder and eyed you.
“Daddy, who is that?” Jack asked.
“This is Sergeant Y/F/N Y/L/N with DC SWAT. Her team is helping me out.” Aaron introduced you two.
“Hi, Jack. You can call me Y/F/N.” You stuck your hand out. He didn't take it. Instead Jack eyed you carefully with his adorable face squinting.
“Spiderman or Superman?” He asked tilting his head.
“Spiderman. Hands down. Although I'm more of Captain America girl myself.” You responded. Jack then grabbed your hand shook it with a smile. Then turned to his dad.
“She's good. And she's really pretty! Right, daddy??” Jack asked innocently.
Hotch was clearly not expecting that and shifted slightly “yes, yes she is.” You hoped your cheeks weren't showing the blush you felt.
“Thank you. Both of you.” You said with a wink in Aaron's direction clearly acting more bold than you really felt.
“Jack, you and Aunt Jess get to hang out here today.” Aaron said kneeled down eye level with his son.
“No school?” asked Jack hopefully.
“No school. I need your help working this case. I need you to draw up plans to catch the bad guy.” Hotch said seriously. “Think you could do that for me, buddy?”
“Yes, daddy! Aunt Jess! Come on! I gotta work the case!” Jack all but yelled as he ran back to Hotch's office and pulled out paper and colored pencils.
“Pretty great kid you have there, Hotch.” you said.
“Thank you. He's everything to me.” Hotch said with a smile while watching his son through the office window.
“As well he should be. Let's go catch this asshole.” You turned and headed back to the conference room.
Hotch followed behind but not before being caught by Rossi while staring at your ass.
Rossi simply smiled and gave him a “go get her” look.
Everyone was working together on a plan for your second 'date.' You were about to ask Hotch if he checked his own financials to see if there were any miscellaneous charges he did not authorize when your phone rang.
“Y/L/N” You answered
“Boss, I think he made us. He shook us and now we don't have a tail on him.” Deacon said.
“Damnit! Alright head to us at the BAU.” You got off the phone and looked up to see everyone looking at you expectantly.
“That was Deacon, one of my men tailing Marks, he thinks Marks made them. He shook his tail.” You said with a deep sigh looking directly at Hotch.
“Garcia, can you track the number he's been using to contact Y/N?” Hotch asked.
“Sir, normally I'd be uber offended that you even had to ask but sadly, it's a disposable cell and currently turned off.” Garcia quipped.
“Where and when is the date for tonight?” Morgan asked.
“Bistro L'Hermitage in Woodbridge. At 6:30pm.” You answered and reminded you to check in with Hotch. “Wait. Hotch, have you checked you financials yet to make sure he's not using your identity and credit too?”
“Good point. Let me make some calls.” Hotch stepped away from everyone to check.
At this point is was just you, Garcia, Morgan, JJ, and Street in the room.
“Okay, badass hottie. Spill.” Garcia said while all four were looking at you.
“Huh? What are talking about?” you asked with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Come on, mama. You and boss man keep casting glances at each other.” said Morgan.
“You two literally look like the heart eye emoji.” Street said in agreement.
“WHAT? No we do not.” Your voice got a little higher. “I'm just trying to help him out since ya know, his identity was stolen by some dumbass criminal hell bent on revenge???”
“Oh come on,” JJ spoke up, “you too would be great! You both understand crazy work schedules. You're both attractive. Jack seems to like you too. Don't think we didn't notice the boss man noticing that.”
“That's not all he noticed!” Morgan snorted.
“What are you on about now?” you scoffed.
“Rossi and I both saw him checking out your ass earlier.” He laughed.
“I'm so glad I didn't miss this.” Street laughed.
“Miss what?” Hotch asked while walking back into the conference room looking at his phone. He looked up to see all of you looking at him with big eyes.
“N...nothing. So all good?” You asked desperately trying to change topics.
“Everything seems fine. So at least he's not out ruining my credit.” He said with a sad smile.
The rest of the day was spent planning. The restaurant was contacted to put in extra reservations for the team to be there undercover as back up.
“Alright, let's go over this one more time.” Commander Hicks orders.
“Y/N is meeting Marks for the date at 6:30pm. Starting at 6:15pm, our undercovers will make their way in for their tables as back up. Luca, Street and Tan will be at a table near Y/N and Marks. Deacon and Captain Cortez will be at another table. My team will be in the surveillance van outside since he knows us from the arrest. When Y/N gives the code word, we move in fast and smooth.” Hotch stated.
“Y/N, you good?” Street asked noticing you were zoned out.
“Uh yeah sorry.” You lied.
“Y/N, I know that look. What is it?” Street questioned.
“I'm not sure. I just have this weird feeling about tonight. I can't really place it. I just feel... like something is wrong” you gave a tight lipped smile. “Whatever, let's just get this over with. I'm going to go change for my date.”
In the locker room you were slipping into a navy blue dress that fell just above the knee and was very form fitting. There wasn't a curve that it wasn't accentuating. You slipped on your heels and situated your gun and badge into your clutch bag and exited the room.
“Hey, Y/N, I just wanted to see if you were okay a....” Hotch stopped mid sentence when he finally looked up and saw you. He couldn't even try to hide his eyes as they trailed down your body. He blushed hard when he realized he was caught and cleared his throat.
“Uhhm I... you look stunning. Beautiful. I... I mean... Sorry....” He stumbled over his words. It was clear that he's not used to being nervous.
“You're sorry for saying I looked nice?” You giggled
He flashed a big smile that showed his dimples and he blushed. You had to mentally remind yourself not to just kiss him.
“No. Ugh. I'm sorry. I don't exactly know what the rules are when a gorgeous woman is about to go on a date with a dangerous UNSUB pretending to be me?” He let out a small laugh.
“Me either. This is all so strange but thank you for the compliment. I...” you were cut off by your Commander coming around the corner clearly not realizing he was interrupting.
“Alright let's head out.” Hicks ordered.
You chanced another look at Hotch as you turned to follow your commander only to see that Hotch was already looking at you. You smiled and he winked. Holy shit he should not be allowed to do that! Get your shit together Y/N! You mentally chastised yourself.
**Part 5 coming soon
MASTERLIST
***Feedback always appreciated! Requests are open!
Tags by request: @eternal-silvertongued-prince @hotchnerxo @yoshigguk @bestillmystuckyheart @doctorwhofan24
Use Me
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader
Word Count: 234
Warning: None.
Summary: The reader and Hotch have a close friendship that progresses into something more.
Requested: Yes❣️🎉🥳🥰
Based off of the song ‘Use Me,’ By Alec Benjamin
Aaron Hotchner Masterlist
“Good morning, Y/N.” Aaron greeted as you opened your front door.
Smiling sweetly you returned the greeting, “Good morning agent Hotchner.”
“Please.” Aaron started, “Call me Aaron.”
“Okay...Aaron.”
“Thank you for watching Jack on such short notice.”
“It’s not a problem.”
“I...I brought you some coffee.” He muttered with a toothy grin.
“Thank you.” You returned the grin.
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Knock. Knock.
Pause.
Knock. Knock.
Opening the door you were met with Aaron standing at your door.
“Aaron?” You question tilting your head slightly.
“Hey, Y/N.” He replied, “I...I brought Chinese...I hope you didn’t eat dinner.”
“No I haven’t.” You commented.
Moving out of the way, you allowed him into your apartment.
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“Y/N?” Aaron questioned rolling down his car window.
“Aaron?” You questioned confused. “What’re you doing here?”
“You’re friends called me.”
“Oh.”
“They wanted to make sure you got home safe.”
You nodded your head.
“Let’s get you home.” He said opening the passenger door, helping you in.
Once he was back in the drivers seat, you turned towards him.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.” He replied smiling.
Bringing your hand to his cheek, you ran your fingers across his stubble. Leaning in, you brushed your lips against his. The sound of him taking in a sharp breath filled the car. Pressing your lips to his with more pressure, your hand rested on his shoulder, as the other made it’s way into his hair.
Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader Playlist Collection
All of these stand-alone and do not go with a series!
This is based off Deuces Are Wild by Aerosmith
Word count: 8.2k
Warnings: readers first time, so loss of virginity, oral, fem receiving, this is a slowwww burn, friends to lovers type deal. There’s a lot of backstory in this, and some texting which will both be italicized to help you better identify it 🥰
In this, the reader has been Jack’s babysitter for about 4 years now! I hope you enjoy babes! 💕
As Jack's babysitter, your life often had unexpected turns. For one, you hadn't seen his father in 2 months, but that was because he was on assignment overseas. Aaron was a member of the BAU, and it took him out of town all the time, and sometimes even out of the country.
Aaron was a single parent, and best friends with your father. You'd babysat Jack for years growing up, and now that you were grown, Aaron trusted you even more. You were living in his house and helping to raise his son; he did more than trust you. Your family had a rental home across the street that you'd been staying in while you finished college, and they'd gifted it to you after you graduated, so you were always nearby. You'd been in between jobs when Aaron offered for you to babysit when he went out of town, and so you agreed, eventually balancing a freelance writing job around your babysitting schedule so you could do both.
Jack would use your phone every night to talk to his dad, and then you'd talk to him for a while too, just to check on him, and fill him in on what Jack was doing. Aaron had asked that you take a lot of photos so he could see what Jack was up to, and you'd often spend the better part of your evenings telling him what you'd been doing. You considered him one of your closest friends, and you did miss him. You'd gotten used to seeing him, either across the street or at your family's house for dinner. Whenever he was in town, he and your father spent time together every chance they got. It had been strange not having him around for such a long time.
You and Jack had been watching James Bond, waiting on Aaron to call when he sighed dramatically, looking towards the clock on the wall.
"What is it?"
"I miss my dad," he whispered, and you could only open your arms to hug him in response. It had been hardest the first few weeks, Jack refusing to sleep alone. Now, you had a system perfected, where you'd carry him to his bed after he fell asleep on the couch.
"I miss him too. He should be calling soon," you waited anxiously for his call every night too. You worried about him, and despite the fact that he knew how to handle himself, you cared for him, and you didn't want anything to happen to him.
"I'm tired though, what if I don't make it until then?" He crossed his arms and poured, and you promised to wake him if his dad called, but you told him to get some sleep. It didn't take much to convince him, and he was slumping over on the pillow, snoring lightly. You crept to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, wondering what could be keeping him from calling. He was usually so precise about talking to Jack. It made a nervous pit grow in your stomach, so you checked to make sure your phone had internet connection and that everything was working properly. When you realized everything was in working order, you tried to calm yourself, sipping your coffee and watching the movie on tv, anxiously waiting. You scrolled through the photos of the day that you'd sent him, smiling at the Lego orchids you and Jack had spent all day building. They were tricky, but you'd figured it out and placed them on the shelf with the rest of the ones you'd been working on with him.
There was one of the two of you together that you especially liked. You'd taken him out to dinner, for pizza, his favorite. You were both smiling wide, cheesing for the camera. It was simple, but adorable, and so you'd sent it as well, hoping he enjoyed them. You tried to fill his phone with as many memories as possible, blanketing the bad with plenty of good. You were excited for the day when he was home and could be in the photos instead.
It wasn't long until your phone was ringing and you were trying hard to shake Jack awake. You answered the phone, Aaron's face filling the screen.
"Hey, I'm surprised he's still awake," he said, and you showed him Jack, still limp and snoozing on the couch.
"You have to tell him I tried to get him up. He isn't budging," you shook him once more, but he rolled over, getting comfortable.
"That's okay. He'll see me soon enough," Aaron said, a smirk on his face. You sat at the kitchen table in the light so he could see you.
"What does that mean?"
He flipped his phone around and showed you the airport, he was still in the car.
"You're coming home?!"
"I'll be home in about 13 hours," he confirmed, and you were giddy at the thought of seeing him again. You knew Jack would be thrilled.
"I can't wait to see you," you blurted, a smile creeping onto his face before he had a chance to hide it.
"I've missed you," his voice was sweet, filling you with butterflies. You couldn't wait to have him around, even if it was just for a little bit until he left for work again.
"We've missed you. Did you see our legos?"
"I did. I loved that picture of the both of you. It was a good one," you could feel your cheeks heating up, and your heard Jack stirring in the other room, so you went to tell him his dad was on the phone. You let the two of them talk while you cleaned up the dishes, wanting Aaron to come home to a clean house. It made you want to stay up all night cleaning for him. You heard Jack's feet padding in from the living room to hand you your phone and say goodnight, Aaron still on the other line.
"Maybe tomorrow night the three of us can go to dinner?" He suggested, and you quickly agreed, excited to spend time with them.
"Jack goes to soccer camp next week so maybe when we're both free, we can do something together," he asked, his voice steady.
"You tell me when," you replied, another smile gracing his face.
"Monday? We could spend the day together after I drop Jack off," that sounded like a date to you, and you were thrilled about it. Now that you were finished with school, you could focus on something like a relationship, and an older man like Aaron was exactly your type. You'd always considered him off limits because he was your dads friend, but he was your friend too, and you spent a lot of time in Aaron's life outside of your fathers relationship with him.
"I'd really like that. We can't wait to see you," he was about to get out of the car and find where he was supposed to be in the busy airport.
"I'll be home soon, sweetheart."
You went to sleep that night dreaming of Aaron, how it would be getting to know him on a more intimate level. You knew getting to know him was a risk, but it was one you wanted to take.
The next morning you and Jack were anxiously anticipating Aaron's arrival. You knew he'd be pulling in any minute, so Jack was seated next to you at the dining room table. It was past 11; he would be right on time.
You saw his car pulling in the driveway and Jack rushed outside to greet his dad, leaving you standing in the yard waiting on the two of them to have a proper reunion. Jack was instantly chatting his Dad's s head off, but Aaron made sure to grab you on his walk inside, giving you a quick hug as he followed behind Jack. You walked in behind them, Jack showing Aaron his Lego collection that had expanded greatly. Jack had been so wound up about Aaron being home that he'd gotten up super early, and he was getting tired. If he stopped moving, he'd be asleep in no time.
"Early riser?" Aaron questioned as he poured the two of you a cup of coffee. He fixed it how you liked it and handed it to you as Jack showcased an array of new talents for his father.
"6 am. I wasn't surprised though," you thanked him for the coffee, the two of you paying attention to Jack as he wore himself out. In no time he was excusing himself to the couch, flipping on the tv and getting comfortable.
"I got some sleep on the plane, so dinner tonight but maybe you could stay today? If you don't mind, I just thought it would be nice to have you close," even behind his new look, a beard, you could see his cheeks heating up. It suited him, it was authoritative, and sexy on him.
"Of course I'll stay," you said a little too quickly, but it eased his worries some, so you joined him at the table and he told you about his time in Pakistan.
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When Aaron emerged from the bathroom, his beard was gone, but his freshly shaven tanned face was a sight for sore eyes. His skin was glowing and it made his big brown eyes stand out more. His silky gray dress shirt fit his toned body perfectly, unbuttoned two buttons down, he looked incredible. You wore a red dress with thin straps, a tiny white sweater tossed over your arm in case it got chilly. Jack was in his best jeans and a black polo shirt. The three of you looked sharp as you headed to dinner, the sky already dark. Aaron had opted to go later so Jack may fall asleep on the way home.
The restaurant was a quaint one, the three of you chatting quietly as you waited on food. Aaron's hand found yours for a moment under the table, squeezing it softly before he asked Jack about the last couple weeks of school and what he'd done so far with his summer. He told his dad about upcoming soccer camp and a trip to Chicago with Jessica that she'd planned earlier in the year. Haley had family in Chicago and she was taking Jack to visit.
"Y/n, will you stay at your house now?" Jack asked suddenly, and you explained that while his Dad was home, you'd still stay across the street, so you were never far away. That eased his worries some, but he told you he would miss you, and it made your heart swell ten sizes.
"I'll go back to work in a bit and she's a part of our life now, Jack. She'll be around," his hand found your hand once more but this time his fingers laced through your briefly until the food came, and then things got quiet. Jack was getting really tired, talkative, antsy. The car ride home was quiet, Jack asleep by the time you reached your place. Aaron walked you to your door, letting you walk into his arms to hug him. You hugged him extra tight for all the nights he'd been away, and the night ended with a gentle kiss pressed to your cheek before he drove to his house. You had just settled down in bed when your phone buzzed; Aaron must've gotten used to chatting with you before bed.
Aaron: I can't wait to spend time with you.
You tried to wipe the smile from your face but you couldn't. It was your sign from the universe that you were making the right decision when it came to him. You were quick to reply back, hoping he was in bed thinking of you as much as you were him. You were glad there wasn't an ocean separating you anymore; now it was just a walk across the street to his house.
I had a great time tonight. I'm so glad you're home.
You clutched your pillow tightly, hoping he responded. When he did, your heart nearly burst from your chest.
Aaron: Me too. I didn't realize how much I'd been missing out on. I'm glad my first day home was with you.
As your conversation continued, you wondered how it hadn't happened sooner; sure you'd always found him attractive, but you'd never have guessed he felt the same way. In your eyes, you thought he saw you as his friend's daughter and nothing more. You had forgotten that you were a woman now, with your own tastes and preferences that weren't controlled by your parents. The summer after your senior year in high school, your father had brought him home from the golf course, introducing you and your mother to him and inviting him in for dinner. You recalled the memory fondly; you were freshly graduated and had just turned 19; the possibilities had felt endless, and that summer, Aaron was around a lot. He was going through a divorce, so your father was his primary source of comfort. He'd spent more than a few afternoons day drunk by the pool, venting to your father for you to overhear while you would tan.
"I'm telling you, Aaron. She had to be cheating," your dad was consoling his closest friend, and you didn't blame him. He was out of sorts, less than composed. You had never seen him like this. You hadn't meant to even listen to their conversation, but they'd came outside and interrupted you by the pool, not the other way around.
"I think so too," Aaron admitted, and that got your attention, because you couldn't understand why any sane woman would cheat on a man like Aaron. Sure, his job was hard, but she knew what it entailed before, and she'd had no issues with it.
"If I were you, I'd find a nice girl to boost my ego a bit. I'd crawl the bars with you but the Missus would kill me," he joked, and you rolled your eyes at your father. He wouldn't bar crawl anyway, it wasn't his style.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Aaron chuckled awkwardly but was saved by your dad's office phone ringing off the hook. He excused himself, leaving Aaron alone with you by the pool.
"I'm sorry about your wife," you blurted, instantly embarrassed that you'd said anything at all.
"It'll be okay. Better things will come," he swirled the ice in his glass, eyes covered by his sleek black sunglasses.
"I just can't imagine why anyone would want to cheat on you," you said finally, treading the waters past appropriate conversation to be having with your father's friend.
"I'm not sure what you mean," he'd turned in his chair to look at you, and you felt exposed in your bathing suit despite being decently covered.
"It's just, you seem like such a great guy, and you're handsome, it just baffles me."
He was taken aback by your statement, you couldn't see his face, but you could see the smirk on his face clear as day.
"Thank you. That means a lot coming from you," he said, his voice smooth like butter as your father rejoined you on the patio.
"Your mother wants to know what your dinner plans are," your father told you, and you shrugged, normally you'd have already made plans with your friends, but everyone seemed to be busy at the moment.
"I'll go help her and get changed," you excused yourself to help your mother, who had her eyes on you the moment you stepped inside.
"Put something nice on for dinner. Aaron is staying," she winked at you, which left you stunned to say the least. Sure you were grown, but Aaron was nearing 40. Your father and mother had an age gap similar to the one she was suggesting however, so you weren't too surprised. Your mother had caught you admiring him one too many times, and even though she'd never pressure you, you knew she would support your crush as long as no one got hurt.
"Mom! He's dad's best friend," you tried to rationalize with her and yourself, but your mother simply shrugged, handing you a towel to wrap around your body.
"I'm not blind dear; you are not subtle."
"It's silly, mom. Leave it alone," you pleaded, retreating up the stairs so you could gather your thoughts. Your mom was certainly encouraging you to talk to him, but you were barely 19, you still had college and your whole life to think about falling in love. It didn't mean you couldn't admire him when he came around, because that was purely innocent.
By the time you'd joined everyone for dinner, you felt refreshed. You helped your mom set the table and pour everyone a glass of wine, taking the seat beside Aaron so your parents could sit beside one another. You slid in the seat next to him and tried your best not to focus on the earthy, dark aroma that lingered in the space near him, and how the sun had done him plenty of favors from being in it all day.
"What are you planning to do with your summer, darling?" Your mother was terrified of you being bored, and although they weren't pressuring you to get a job, you were looking for one anyway.
"I'm looking for a job that I can work with my school schedule. I can do most of my work online, so that'll help a lot," she nodded, and then Aaron spoke up, suggesting the most perfect job of all.
"I'm actually looking for someone to stay with Jack when I'm out of town, and you've already met him, so if you're interested," your mother had the dopiest grin on her face as you said you'd be glad to do it, and your face flushed all over. You'd see him all the time now, not just when he came over for dinner.
"We could give her the key to the rental, it's just sitting there," your mother suggested, and your father sat for a minute, crossing his arms over his shoulders.
"You promise me your grades will stay in an acceptable range? No drugs, no boys, no drinking and driving, no boys, and good grades? Can you promise me those things? Because if you can keep me that promise for the next 4 years, the rental is yours when you graduate," he said finally, and you nearly choked on your water.
"You're going to give me the house across town?"
"It's in the same neighborhood as Aaron's. It would be convenient, and you already have a car, so it could be half of your graduation present now and half in 4 years. Only then it'll be yours," your dad stated. You couldn't believe they trusted you enough to live alone, but then again, your parents had been trusting you alone for weeks at a time since you were 15. They'd go on business trips and you'd keep the house quiet, and you'd built more trust than the normal 19 year old. Plus they wouldn't have to worry about where you were, or what you were doing.
"I know most of your courses are online, but please try to make some friends, dear. I worry you spend too much time alone," your mother would be a helicopter now that you were moving out on your own, the tears already welling in her eyes at the idea of it.
"Good grades, no boys, no drugs," you repeated, and your father nodded, shooting you a thumbs up across the table. Your dad wouldn't worry, he'd taught you more than enough on how to handle yourself.
"Maybe you could use that graduation money from your grandparents to buy some stuff to make it your own! Can I help you?" Your mother would insist on it, and then try to pay for half of it.
"You can do whatever you want, mom," you were still in awe that they'd just gifted you a house. You'd never consider yourself spoiled, but they tried their best to take care of you, and this was a massive blessing and a weight off your shoulders.
"I'm just across the street," Aaron said, and you weren't surprised. That was probably a key factor to then giving it to you in the first place. He'd always be able to keep an eye on the place.
"Good to know," you shot back, a grin on his tan, handsome face.
"We'll start moving your stuff over this week," your dad decided, and Aaron immediately offered his help. After dinner, you started packing, and that was the start to how you wound up living next to the man you'd become close friends with over the course of 4 years.
In four years, you'd never seen him with another woman. You weren't certain, but you thought maybe you had something to do with it all along. He hadn't seen you since you'd earned your degree, but you were sure with him back in town, the two of you would be due at your parents house for dinner soon.
Before you knew it, you'd been texting him for an hour, the clock on the wall reading half past midnight. You hadn't stayed up late to talk to someone like that since high school. It was cute, clutching your phone tightly waiting on it to buzz. You mostly talked about Jack's plans for summer and what you could do around his plans. Aaron wanted to take the two of you to the museum, and to New York to see the sights. You'd never been to New York, but you hoped he kept his promises and took you.
Aaron: We should probably get to bed. Can I see you tomorrow?
You know where I'll be. :)
Aaron: At my house for breakfast?
Wouldn't miss it.
You said your good nights and rolled over in your bed, anxiously awaiting what another morning with Aaron would look like.
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"Dad! Come look at our pictures!"
You had spent the morning coloring in a Spider-Man coloring book at the kitchen table while Aaron cooked breakfast for the three of you. It was the most normal morning you'd had all week, and Jack was so happy to have his dad back around. He'd be leaving for camp in the morning, and you'd get to have some alone time with Aaron. To say you were excited was an understatement of massive proportions.
"Very nice. Y/n, I like how you made his outfit pink and purple. Puts a nice twist on things," his hand touched your shoulder briefly until he directed his attention back towards the stack of pancakes that grew by the minute.
"I felt like the traditional red and blue is played out," you joked back, and he shot you a cheeky smile in response. Jack was admiring your artwork too, so you traded books so he could have a turn. You wouldn't mind all of your mornings looking like this, if it meant getting to have Aaron and Jack around for good.
A lot of time had passed since your small crush started, and now you were doing what you loved, around the ones you cared about the most. You had seen Jack grow up, you had helped with bedtime, and learning how to read. You'd been there for his end of the year awards every year that he'd been in school. You were there through the loss of his mother, and the rough transition period that followed.
In a way, you loved them both already, and you'd do anything for them. You ruffled Jack's hair, and he scrunched his nose up at you in response. He looked so much like Aaron, especially in his eyes.
"Jack wanted to go to the park today, if you're interested," Aaron sat a plate of pancakes in front of you before joining you at the table. Jack was used to having you around, so it wouldn't be a big transition for him if you and Aaron starting bring more than friends.
"I wore my park shoes," you replied, Jack smiling crooked at you from behind his fork.
"Y/n swings SO high, it's insane, dad."
"Maybe your dad can swing with us," you shot Aaron a questioning look, but he told you the swings were his favorite.
"Mine too. Jack's is the big orange slide," you told him, and Jack nodded in agreement. After you finished breakfast, it was time for a short walk to the park. It was still early enough that it wasn't too hot out, and the path on the sidewalk was covered with shady trees.
"I'm thinking we stick around the house tomorrow, we'll order in. Be lazy adults," he was at your side, Jack a short distance in front of you. He always led the way to the park.
"Sounds perfect," you knew by the look on his face he wanted to hold your hand, but he wouldn't, not in front of Jack, not yet. You respected that, and it made you like him even more.
"No cartoons, a day of adult television. I doubt you've slowed down enough in the last four years to watch a lot of tv," he observed, and he was right. Unless it was appropriate for Jack, you usually didn't watch it.
"You never slow down, so I don't want to hear it," you giggled, and he bumped your elbow with his playfully.
"I'm slowing down now, aren't I? Your dad want us for dinner Tuesday night so I hope you aren't tired of me," you couldn't get tired of him, and he knew that.
"I knew that was coming with you being back," you told him, the park in clear view. Jack took off running, but you and Aaron sat on a nearby bench to talk.
"You aren't worried, are you?"
You shook your head, knowing that in your mother's mind, you'd been made for Aaron. One of the first things she'd suggested after graduation was asking him on a date.
"I'll talk to my mom, but you get to talk to my father," you made a face and he made one back; the playfulness that he'd had in him since he'd been home was contagious. You pulled him up swiftly and let him chase you to the swings, where you already had a jump of a head start. Jack saw all the commotion and came to swing too, the three of you soaring past the metal bar and high enough to have Jack cackling with glee.
"Told you she swings high, dad!" He called to Aaron, who couldn't wipe the smile off his face. Jack's legs couldn't take him nearly as high, but he kicked with all of his might, going much higher than he normally would've. He was a brave boy, much like his father he wanted to conquer the world for his own, and you were grateful that you'd been able to enjoy seeing him grow up so far.
"Look at you, Jack! You're practically flying," you cheered, which made him beam all over. The three of you played on the swings until your legs grew tired, and then Jack took off to play on the jungle gym, you and Aaron still drifting lazily in the swings.
"I'm so glad you're around to do this stuff with him," he said after a moment, catching your hand in his for just a second. You were swinging out of sync, so it was hard to keep his hand in yours. It had turned into a cute game of reaching for one another while swinging back and forth.
"I'm glad you let me be a part of it," you replied, watching as Jack ran around the playground without a care in the world.
"I thought we'd lose you after graduation," he admitted, which confused you because you'd gotten a remote job just so you could keep spending your free time with Jack.
"I don't plan on going anywhere," you assured him, and it was the truth. You were where you wanted to be in life, and you had no reason to want to change that.
"I know that now, but I just figured you'd move to New York or something and leave this little town behind," you heard the sadness in his voice when he talked about you leaving.
"I'm pretty attached to this little town. Besides, I have everything I could ever want here," you reminded him.
"You turned into quite the woman," he complimented, his hand reaching out to cup your face for a second.
"I'm glad you think so."
You split ways after the park; you wanted to talk to your mom before you saw her and now was as good a time as any. You put the phone on speaker and laid on your bed, a knot forming in your stomach as you waited for her to answer.
"Hi, honey. Did Aaron tell you about dinner?" You should have known that would be the first thing out of her mouth.
"He did. That's why I'm calling," you started, hoping she would say something and beat you to it.
"You aren't calling to cancel?"
"No, mom. Just to tell you we'll be coming together," you explained, praying she'd get the hint.
"Well I would hope, it makes more sense to come in one vehicle."
You sighed heavily; she wasn't going to make it easy on you.
"No, mom. We're coming together," you practically heard the lightbulb flicker when you changed your tone, a high pitched, OH! escaping her throat.
"That's my girl! Silly crush my ass! Your mother knew it!"
"Mom!" She didn't normally curse, but she had been right all along.
"I'm sorry, honey. This just really makes me happy. He's such a man," she raved, and that's how she'd referred to him since you'd known him: The Man.
"You don't think dad will be upset with him?"
"You're a grown woman, why would either of us interfere with your personal lives?"
You'd known your mother would say that, because they'd always been supportive of your lack of relationships, simply because they knew you'd tell them when you found the right one. You were honest with them about things, and that's why you had such a good relationship.
"I just didn't know if it would make him uncomfortable."
"I think your dad has suspected something would happen with you two for a while now," she admitted, and although you hadn't ever flirted with him in front of your parents, your friendship wasn't a secret to them either. You worked for him; you were bound to be close. You'd slept in his house more than your own for the last four years; you knew him like the back of your hand.
"Well it's new and fresh so don't overdo it please," you begged her, and she promised to behave. Hearing that your father would react well had eased all of your worries. You sent Aaron a text letting him know that you'd talked to them, and he thanked you before telling you that he couldn't get you off his mind. It made your heart race, and truthfully you felt the same way; you couldn't wait to spend time alone with him, seeing what he was like. You were especially curious to know how his lips felt; you'd been daydreaming about kissing him for a long time. You didn't hold back how you were feeling when you responded.
You're on my mind the majority of the time.
Aaron: We seem to have that in common. I'll be up early if you want to ride with me tomorrow.
You know I will.
You couldn't hide how eager you were to be with him. It felt like you could finally breathe now that you'd gotten your feelings out of the way, and things were simply falling into place.
The next morning came, and you were in a pair of black shorts and a t-shirt jogging across the street to meet up with Aaron and Jack. Jack greeted you with a hug before climbing in the backseat. You helped him to buckle, Aaron coming around to the back to stand behind you. When you turned around, he let you walk into his arms in a hug.
"I talked to Jack last night," he told you, eyes scanning your face, lingering on your lips. His arms fell to his sides before he climbed in the car, leaving you to climb in and join them. Jack knew, so that was out of the way, and you wouldn't have to hide how you felt about each other. As if he read your mind, his hand reached for yours across the console, securely wrapping yours up before he pulled out of the driveway.
The drive was short, twenty minutes, and after you snapped a few photos of the two of them, you were making your way back to Aaron's house.
"So your mom took the news well?"
"She called me out like, four years ago about having a crush on you," you admitted, and he made you explain. You reminded him about the day so many summers ago that you'd told him he was handsome, and that was the beginning of it all.
"I can't believe it," his hand hadn't left yours, your fingers laced tightly together.
"You should. I still feel the same way," you told him, and at the next stop sign he was checking to make sure no one was behind you so he could lean across the console and kiss you. It was quick, but sweet.
"I don't have to tell you how hard my job makes it," you were well aware of the struggles that came with his job, and you were fine with it; it had been your life for a long time.
"I'll always be here when you get home," you promised him, a smile on his face as you pulled into the driveway. You couldn't hide your own smile as he led you inside, immediately going to pour the two of you a cup of coffee. You waited for him in the living room, getting comfy on the couch until he joined you, handing your cup to you and sitting down. You flipped on the tv and tried to hand him the remote, but he told you to pick. You settled on a sitcom, sipping your coffee, your legs across his lap.
"Anything specific you want to do today?"
You shook your head, sitting your coffee down and sliding closer to him. He wrapped his arm around you, letting you sink into his side.
"This is all I had in mind," you told him, and that made him sit down his own cup and wrap both arms around you, sighing as he slumped into the cushions. You'd never seen him try to relax, and now he looked as serene as ever, watching the pointless television show and just cuddling with you.
"You read my mind, because all I want to do is be close to you," he said softly, his lips meeting your temple. You leaned up to kiss him, his mouth meeting yours urgently as his lips melted into yours. His tongue found your mouth, making you moan into his as his hands roamed across your body.
"I've never done this before," you squeaked, and he groaned deeply, his hips bucking upward to meet yours.
"Never? Can I— Would it be okay if I was your first?"
"I was hoping you would be," you said softly, his mouth connecting to yours once more, this time slowly, gently, as if you were the most delicate thing he'd ever touched. His hands had been possessive and now they were gently caressing your body, exploring your sensitive flesh with his giant hands. He secured you in his arms and stood up with you, taking you to the bed.
"Can't let your first time be on the couch," his mouth kissed your neck, and his hands squeezed your ass, he couldn't get enough of you. He sat you down on his bed, raking his eyes over you. You tossed your shirt over your head as he worked on your shorts and panties, reaching up to unclasp your bra so he had you completely undressed.
"You are beautiful," he exclaimed, running his hands up your legs, parting them as he crawled between them. You could only watch, your mouth agape, as he placed himself between your thighs, staring up at you adoringly.
"I've dreamed about this very moment," his eyes trained on your sex, you felt captivated by his touch, letting your head fall to the pillow.
"I've wanted you for so long, Aaron," you panted, still shocked that he was between your legs, spreading you open so he could give you more pleasure than your body knew how to register.
"You have me, sweetheart. If you need me to stop for anything, I can, okay? This is all about you, and making sure you feel good," his lips pressed tender kisses to your thighs, your stomach and your hips as you wiggled against the sheets. He used his arm to pin you to the bed, chuckling lowly at your hips that had a mind of their own.
"We haven't even gotten to the good part yet, baby," his tongue flattened against your center, slowly trailing upwards to your clit. A few swipes of his tongue had you a quivering mess already, moaning uncontrollably. He urged you to be louder, to make all the noise you wanted to for him, and so you did. T was hard not to; you had your hands rooted in his hair and his mouth was lost in pleasuring you in one of the most intimate ways. It wasn't long until you found yourself grinding yourself against his face, lost in the euphoria of how his tongue felt inside of you. You came with a shudder, Aaron's sweet, erotic words coaxing you through it before he gave you another.
"You did such a good job, baby. Can we do it again?" You nodded, all but begging him to keep going. It just felt so good, good enough to let you legs fall the rest of the way open so he could really get comfortable. He inserted a finger into you, slowly stretching you out for him. The fluid swirling of his tongue combined with the slow thrust of his fingers had you panting for breath, holding his head in place. He'd never stop, not with you having so much fun with him between your legs. You knew it had been a long time since he'd touched another person, and you could tell by the sly grin that he couldn't tug off his face that he was enjoying every second of it.
"You look so good like this, sweetheart," he cooed, and you felt yourself clench around his finger before you found your release. He took advantage of how slick and soaked you were to slip another digit into you, leaning up on his elbow so he could watch his fingers slipping in and out of you. His free hand reached up to cup your breast, his fingers toying with your nipple until it hardened under his touch.
He did the same with the other, picking up the pace with his fingers until you were arching your back off of the bed and coming undone on his hand.
You were ready for more, ready to have him inside of you. You pulled at his shoulders until he got the hint, hovering over you, kissing any skin his mouth could reach. His hands wandered your body, heating you up at his touch.
"I'll go slow, okay? This is all about you," he said once more, tugging your chin to look at him. His kisses were gentle, loving. You'd never felt so safe and secure than right now under his protective gaze. He took his time with you, memorizing every curve and crevice on your body, mapping them out with his hands.
"I'm on birth control," you told him, and he nodded, exhaling shakily as he lined up with your entrance. He checked your face one last time for any sign that you'd changed your mind before slowly easing into you. He went agonizingly slow, making sure you were comfortable, that it didn't hurt, and most of all, he wanted you to enjoy it.
"You're doing so good, sweet girl. Can I keep going?" You gave him a nod, his hands gripping yours against the sheets. His hips moved slowly, his cock dragging out of you as slowly as he'd went in, making sure you could handle it before he continued to thrust into you. A few more slow strokes inside of you and you were adjusting to him, the stretch and fill of him becoming pleasurable rather than uncomfortable.
"You can keep going," you told him, holding your breath when he slid into you again. The unfamiliar feeling quickly turned into pleasure after you got used to having him inside of you, your nails dragging lightly down his back as his hips rotated and his cock disappeared inside of you.
"You feel so good, baby. I'm going to keep going slow like this, is that okay?" He kissed your cheek, holding himself up on his elbows as he made love to you for the first time, his eyes boring into yours as you gave yourself to him. It was intimate and special, everything you had wanted for your first time. You were especially glad it was with Aaron; secretly you'd always hoped he would be the one to have you for the first time.
"You can go faster," you whispered, gasping when he sped up a fraction and it changed the feeling entirely; you felt your body relax and the pleasure came in waves. Each time his hips met yours, he buried himself a little deeper inside of you. His hand gently brushed your hair back away from your face, a thin layer of sweat on your brow. You were getting close, and you needed more of him. He could feel you clenching around his member, tightening around him. He released a shaky breath, the rotating of his hips more determined than before.
"You're so close baby, can you cum for me?" His seductive tone was enough to have you writhing beneath him as you came on his cock, panting his name, gripping his shoulders tightly. You knew he was close too; his pace was more determined, and he'd sped up a fraction; not enough to hurt but just enough to show you what you'd been missing. His body worked in sync with yours, you raised your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate to know what it felt like for him to cum inside of you. You lightly raked your nails across his shoulders and he groaned, his lips attaching to your chest, sucking love marks onto your collar bone, his fingertips harshly holding onto your waist.
As soon as he came, you immediately felt closer to him than anyone before. You were bonded in an entirely new way now; he had made you feel whole in a way you couldn't explain. His lips were frantic against yours, his tongue in your mouth, his dick still twitching inside of you. He slid out of you with a shudder, laying next to you. His arms held you close and his mouth found yours once more, lazily tangling his tongue with yours as his hands held your face.
"Thank you for trusting me," he whispered, letting his forehead rest against yours. You rolled onto your side, his fingers tracing patterns on the skin of your shoulders.
"I'm glad it was with you," you told him. Your only desire in that moment was to be close to him. You shut the rest of the world beyond his bedroom door out and put all of your focus on him.
"I can't believe you never told me," he chuckled, and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.
"You've seen me nearly everyday for 4 years. When did I have the time to date anyone?"
He pondered on what you said before he spoke again, his eyes trained on yours.
"I thought it was because you knew I'd judge whoever he was to the harshest extent," he admitted, and you knew it was true. Whoever you settled down with, Aaron and your father would've been massively critical towards.
"No one else ever caught my interest," he pulled you closer, kissing your cheek.
"Can we spend the day just like this?" His naked thigh was warm against yours, and his fingers were trailing from your shoulder to your breast. He toyed with your nipple before leaning down and attaching his lips to it, nibbling lightly with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue.
"Yes, please," it came out as a whimper, but his mouth felt incredible, so you pushed your chest up to meet his mouth. His hand tugged your thighs apart, his fingers attaching to your clit, tracing it lightly as you bit back a moan.
"You're soaked, baby. I'll take care of you," his lips were rough against yours but his touch was feather light, your swollen lips spread open by his fingers and his thumb slowly grazing your clit, throbbing under his sensual touch.
"Feels so good, Aaron," your eyes fluttered closed as you spiraled, his fingertips still slow and steady on your clit as you came. This time he was laying down, bringing you into his lap.
"Do you want to try being on top?"
You straddled him, taking his cock into your hands. He was already hard so you pumped his length a few times, watching his eyes roll back in pleasure. You sat on your knees and with his help, you sat on the tip of his dick, taking your time as you sank down on him.
"That's it baby, nice and easy. Go as slow as you need to, okay? You have all the control," you released a breath as he consumed you, all of him tucked neatly inside of you like that's where he'd always belonged. You managed to figure out a rhythm with your hips, bobbing up and down on him, so he laid back and watched you, his strong arms helping to guide your hips in all the right ways.
"Lean forward and tilt your hips up, let me do some of the work," you did as he asked, his cock slipping almost completely out of you before entering you again. You stayed just like that, letting him fuck you slowly and carefully, his brows pulled together tightly in deep concentration.
"I've never felt anything quite like this," he said softly, his hips grinding melodiously against yours, the muscles of his abdomen flexed tightly. He was scarred and sexy, and so powerful, yet here he was, making love to you at a slow and steady pace to accommodate you. You'd never seen anything like him in your life.
"You make me feel complete," it was true, you felt more at peace now than you ever had. You were certain it had everything to do with Aaron.
"You're everything I've ever dreamed of," you came hard, grasping at his shoulders, trying not to lose your balance on top of him. His arms were strong enough to hold you up, but you gave his hips a break and sat back down on him, bouncing up and down on him once you were situated comfortably. His own hands never let you do too much work, he would hold you steady for help aid your hips when they got too tired, but you were in heaven, letting him stretch you out, your head tossed back as you rode him. You could feel how close he was by how tightly he gripped your thighs, pulling you down onto his entire length before he held you in place so he could fill you with his cum.
You took a moment just sitting there to examine him, his pupils dark, almost blown out, his chest heaving.
“You’re incredible,” he mused, raising up to kiss you before he laid you down and found a towel so he could clean you up. You stayed naked in his bed waiting for him to join you, throwing on the t-shirt that he’d discarded earlier. He noticed your change in attire when he joined you again, smiling down at you.
“Looks much better on you,” his arms wrapped around you as he slid into the bed, flipping the television on and letting it drone in the background. You’d imagined your day with him like this, the two of you so wrapped up in each other that neither of you wanted to do anything else. You were content laying in his bed all day long; you didn’t need much, you just wanted to have him around. He’d already made your day better, now you just wanted to spend it with him.
“Can we be lazy like this for the rest of the day?”
He nodded, letting you crawl into his arms. He’d never say no to a lazy day, he never took them. He was always going a hundred miles a minute, and you were thankful he’d pumped the brakes today; you both deserved it.
“We can be as lazy as you want, baby. All of my free time belongs to you.”
Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕
Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU Reader
FIRST IN THE PLAYLIST FIC COLLECTION 💕
I can dream about you by Dan Hartman found here
All of these are inspired by songs in my playlist that remind me of Hotch heheheh enjoy my loves 🥰
These are all stand-alone and not part of any new series!
Warnings: A brief scene of violence to the main character! But no real serious injury, happy ending still, mentions of infidelity, (Haley was having an affair in this scenario), feelings for a married man (oops we aren't really sorry) smut, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it up) oral Fem receiving, fingering, cursing
Word count: 4.9k
Truthfully, you hadn't done anything wrong other than pine over a married man. Not only was he your boss, but he was way out of your league. He was your partner in the field for over a year now, and you knew for a fact that he had your back in every way possible.
Except for when it came to Haley.
"Their divorce was finalized this morning. That's why he's late," JJ informed you after one too many glances at his closed office door. After he found out about Haley's infidelities, he served her papers and no one questioned him. You were there for him as much as you could be, you all were, but he wasn't the type of man to just let you all in. He was lonely in his melancholy, and he preferred it that way.
"I hope he's okay," Spencer said immediately after, spinning around in his chair. It was a paper work day, and it was nearing its final hour of torture. For the most part, you were all waiting around to see if Hotch showed after court or not. You'd finished your paperwork an hour earlier, and now you were all waiting, speculating on the private life of your Supervising agent.
"He'll be fine. He knew Haley was up to something when she went to stay with her sister," JJ assured everyone, and it was true. None of you had missed his tear stained face the day he found out, and he'd been sleeping in his office ever since. No one asked, but slowly over the last few weeks he'd begun to open up and explain what was going on. You all felt horrible for him, but he was a hard man to comfort.
You'd had a small crush on him from your first day at the BAU, but the gold wedding band on his finger had been your bright red stop sign from doing anything beyond secretly admiring him. When the day came that his ring was no longer on his finger, you felt slightly less guilty for staring a fraction too long, or standing a little too close when you got the chance. If he'd ever suspected anything beyond the two of you being partners, he didn't let it show.
JJ and Spencer were the only two team members to know about your crush, and for obvious reasons. They were two of your closest friends, and when it came to romance, JJ was the most perceptive person you knew. Spencer was a bit more obvious when he called you out but you convinced him it was silly and to let it go. He voiced how he felt about it much more strongly after Hotch filed for divorce.
"Why don't you just talk to him? He served her, not the other way around," it was cold and the coffee in your hands did you no favors in warming you. Spencer had roped you into trying a new coffee shop out around the corner from the Academy the day Hotch announced he'd filed for divorce.
"Spencer, it's still too soon. Maybe in a year—"
"A year?!"
You shushed him when people started making off glances in your direction, chuckling at how unsubtle he could be sometimes.
"Maybe I'll just let him come to me. I'd never want to push any of his buttons. He's my partner," you reminded him, and Spencer nodded, sighing deeply.
"You don't think you'll feel differently a year from now?"
You shook your head, knowing just how deep Hotch's claws were sank into you, and he hadn't even had to try. In some forbidden way, you'd been bound to him since the day you'd met him, and you'd protect him and his heart with your life if given the opportunity.
But something had shifted when you came back from the coffee shop and joined the others. Hotch had turned cold towards you, and it happened sooner than you had time to prepare. It had given you whiplash, because normally he was your friend first, and your superior second, despite how he was with everyone else. He had an obvious soft spot for you, but that had all changed dramatically with no time for you to brace yourself for impact.
Instead, you'd been stuck in limbo, waiting on him to come back to normal. It hurt more than anything, because his entire attitude had changed. He'd never meet your eyes, almost as if there was some sort of anger towards you festering behind them, and if he made contact with you, it would bubble to the surface.
He'd starting avoiding you in the field as well, sending you with Reid or sometimes even Morgan, but never with him. You tried not to let the sting bother you, but everyone else saw it too, even if they didn't call Hotch out on his sudden change in behavior.
"Here he comes," Spencer whispered, and the three of you tried your hardest to look lost in conversation with each other so he didn't pick up on the fact that you were all waiting to see how he was doing. He didn't greet any of you, simply climbed the stairs to his office and slammed the door behind him.
"I'm assuming we should probably leave him alone for now," you told the others, volunteering JJ to deliver your reports to him while you and Spencer gathered your things and got ready to leave. When JJ joined you again, there was someone trailing shortly behind her, but they'd came from the opposite direction.
"Where is she?!"
You turned on your heel, Haley Hotchner red in the face and storming straight for you. Her hand made contact with your cheek, causing everyone in the room to gasp in shock. Before she could hit you again, JJ rushed forward and stepped between the two of you. You were more than confused, considering you'd only met her once before at a party that Rossi had hosted.
"That's for stealing my husband, you bitch!"
Spencer could only stand idle and watch the events unfold, too nervous to step in. You couldn't blame him, because you certainly hadn't signed up to be the target of Haley's fury.
"Haley, she hasn't done anything. You need to calm down," JJ rationalized, but the tears streaming down Haley's face said otherwise.
"No, right before Aaron filed, he was moaning her name in his sleep! Her name! How do you think I figured it all out, Y/n?!"
You shook your head, trying to explain that there was nothing going on between the two of you, but she refused to listen. Instead, she lunged forward again, so you took a cautious step back and dodged her just in time.
"Listen, Haley. Because of the respect I have for your ex husband, I refuse to entertain this. There's nothing going on between me and Hotch. I don't know why he said my name in his sleep, but from what I've heard, you aren't innocent at all, and if you want to leave with your dignity in tact, you should probably do it now," you tried your best to sound confident, your head held high despite the burning in your cheek, and the rage bubbling inside of you. How dare she come into your place of work and embarrass you over something Hotch said in his sleep.
"No, it happened more than once. I'm not stupid, despite what Aaron may be convinced of," you glanced towards his office door, which was still closed. He'd managed to miss all of the commotion.
"If you want to be mad at me, then fine. Be mad. But I haven't done anything wrong, and I'm leaving for the day," you pushed past her and walked with haste to the elevator, Spencer and JJ calling out to you to wait on them, but you pretended not to hear. Once the doors shut behind you, you let the tears fall. You had no one to hide from now that you were alone, and despite the fact that you knew there was nothing going on with the two of you, you felt guilty.
You'd developed feelings for a married man, and even though he was freshly divorced, it wasn't right. You had no idea what was going through Hotch's head at night, but surely it shouldn't have been the youngest, newest member of the team. It should have been his wife, and that's why she was so angry.
You managed to make it to the parking garage unnoticed by anyone else, quickly clambering into your car so you could check the damage. Her nail had left a nasty mark just below your eye, dried blood just beginning to coagulate. You took a wet wipe and tried your best to clean it up, removing most of your tear stained makeup in the process. A light tap at your window made you jump and your blood boil all at the same time, because Haley had followed you.
"I want to apologize!"
"Then do it through the glass. You're not hitting me again," you spat, watching the teary eyed woman carefully. She seemed sincere, but you still didn't trust her intentions.
"JJ told me you and Aaron are partners. I know how easy he is to fall for—"
You put your hand up and flung the door open, because nothing about what she was saying sounded like an apology.
"Stop. You're not going to sit here and try to trick me into telling you something that isn't true. He's my partner, Haley. I have his back, and vice versa. That's it."
Her shoulders fell, and she sighed, hands on her hips. Any other time, you would have been curious to know about Aaron's high school sweetheart. Now, you wanted nothing but to get away from her.
"It doesn't matter anymore. We're divorced," she reminded me, pointing to her naked ring finger.
"That doesn't change the fact that there's nothing going on between Hotch and me," you retorted, dismissing her with a wave of your hand so you could climb back into your car. She let you leave without a fuss, so you sped off, dialing JJ's number as soon as you'd pulled out.
"Are you okay?!"
"I'm fine, JJ. I just need a drink, or three. What are you and Spencer doing?"
You could hear commotion in the background, but it didn't sound like they were still in the office.
"Hotch hasn't called you? He invited everyone out to dinner to celebrate signing his divorce papers," she said flatly, and you rolled your eyes. He probably didn't even know about Haley showing up and causing a scene.
"I'll pass anyway. You guys go have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
Hotch had single-handedly ruined your day without trying. Haley had blamed you for their divorce, and he was celebrating. You assumed he had just forgotten to call, or figured JJ would say something about it, but 3 months ago, he stopped calling you for anything, and that had hurt more than you'd ever let show. You didn't let the way you protected him change, and it didn't affect your professionalism, but it hurt what you thought was a halfway genuine friendship.
The walls of your apartment seemed emptier than ever, so you showered off the stress of the day and tried to make the most of your solitude. You'd barely finished an episode of your favorite show when your phone was ringing, Hotch's name flying across the screen.
"What?"
You normally wouldn't have been so abrasive, but he was the last person you wanted to talk to.
"You didn't come tonight," he shot back immediately, oblivious to the drama the day had held for you.
"Didn't feel like celebrating," you deadpanned, trying your best to get him to just hang up the phone and leave you alone.
"Are.. Are you alright?"
"Fine, Hotch. I was just going to bed."
"We'll see you tomorrow then. Goodnight, Y/n."
You hung up the phone without responding. He had no fucking clue.
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"Did you call her?"
JJ's voice cut through my thoughts. Y/n had hung up on me, which was unusual for her. Her mood was definitely off, which was upsetting because I'd been looking forward to seeing her the most.
"She was heading to bed," I replied, JJ and Spencer exchanging an awkward glance before JJ turned her attention back towards me.
"She's probably not too happy about the fact that your ex wife assaulted her in the office today," JJ said, slowly, carefully, as if she wasn't sure if she should tell me or not. Spencer cleared his throat, the two of them refusing to meet what I'm sure was an icy glare on my face.
"What?"
I couldn't hide the stunned expression on my face as Rossi and Morgan joined us. I immediately tried calling her back only to be greeted by her voicemail.
"Haley hit her?"
Spencer nodded, his head hung low. I wouldn't have felt like celebrating either if I was her. A pang of guilt crept over me like a dark cloud on my good night, because I knew exactly why Haley had shown that particular side of herself, and it was nothing Y/n had done wrong.
"JJ came between them before it got really bad, but Haley followed her out," Spencer said, sipping his cream soda, trying to stay as neutral as possible. The situation with Haley and I had been a delicate one, but ultimately our marriage had ended because she couldn't remain faithful.
"I should go to her apartment," I hadn't meant to say it out loud, but the silence that followed made me hesitant.
"Maybe let her calm down," Morgan suggested, but I was already giving Rossi the go ahead to continue the night without me and excusing myself. I still couldn't believe that Haley had physically hurt her, and it was all because of me.
The drive to her house was short, my palms sweaty and my stomach in knots. I had no clue what I was even going to say, if she even answered the door. I knocked softly, hearing the swift padding of her feet coming to the door. She didn't look happy to see me at all, and there was a scratch across the length of her fact that hadn't been there the day before.
"What are you doing here?"
"Can I not come in?"
She shut the door behind her before she joined me in the hall, her arms crossed over her chest.
"What do you want, Hotch?"
She seemed exasperated, flustered even. It had me completely thrown, because she was normally so composed.
"I heard about what happened with Haley and I wanted to explain myself."
She shook her head, trying to dismiss the conversation.
"It's fine. You don't have to say anything," she assured me, hand already on her door so she could retreat away from me.
"She hit you, Y/n. You have every right to be upset, because I'm upset too," she didn't try to hide the tears that fell from her eyes, and in that moment I felt more helpless than ever. I had unintentionally hurt the one person I'd tried to shelter from my crumbling home life.
"She blames me."
"That's because I... I had a dream about you, the night I found out about her affair. I was saying your name, and she wasn't too happy about it, so she assumed that's why I filed. She didn't know I even knew about the affair. I didn't tell her until today," I said finally, most of it coming out in a frantic jumble of words.
"She's convinced it's more than that," she muttered, leaning against the wall. She wouldn't meet my eyes, but I knew she was more upset than she was letting on.
"Maybe she's right."
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You weren't sure you heard him correctly until he closed the distance between the two of you so he could stand with his back to the wall next to you, his shoulders parallel with yours. He sighed heavily, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"I know it's wrong. As soon as I knew Haley had an affair, I couldn't help it. The feelings came whether I wanted them to or not. I hope you aren't angry with me, even though you have every right to be."
You chuckled at him, your frown disappearing for the first time all afternoon.
"I don't know who should apologize here because I... I feel things for you too, Hotch. I have since my first day. I never said anything, obviously, but it hasn't been very subtle, and I'm sorry for that. If I caused problems with you and Haley, I didn't mean to."
"It wasn't you. I didn't know you felt anything towards me until now," he said after a moment, letting his arms fall to his sides. You certainly hadn't expected to see him this late, but he was here instead of celebrating, and that had to count for something.
"Do you want to come in?" It was bold of you, and you knew it, but you were curious to know what Hotch had been thinking about you in order for you to be invading his dreams.
"I thought you were going to bed?"
You rolled your eyes, opening the door and letting him follow you inside. You told him to have a seat on the couch while you excused yourself to make the two of you a cup of coffee. By the time you'd joined him, his back was turned away from you, and he was examining the walls of your home.
"You're a lot more impressive than I realized," he breathed, pointing to all of your certificates and diplomas on the wall. You had taken several independent courses, earning certificates and awards in just about everything you'd ever taken an interest in.
"I like having back up plans," you giggled, the broad array of subjects not just related to criminal justice.
"But you're great at what you do," Hotch countered, causing you to shrug. You enjoyed your job, but you weren't sure that you wanted the BAU forever, especially considering your partner had been acting weird for months.
"But eventually I want a family and something that at least resembles normal, and this isn't it," you replied, handing Hotch his mug and sipping from your own.
"You'll tell me before you decide to leave, right?"
You promised him that you weren't going anywhere anytime soon, and that eased some of his worries. You sat on the couch, hoping he would join you, and he did almost immediately, sitting down near the middle so he was close to you.
"You gonna tell me what you dreamed about?" He smirked at you from behind his mug but it was impossible to miss. He was back to his normal self for the most part; he was being more friendly with you now than he had been in months.
"I don't know if that's a good idea," his cheeks flushed with color, and it took you a minute to realize he was embarrassed, and you could easily guess why.
"Come on, Hotch. It's just me," you reminded him, and he sat back, his arm resting against your shoulders on the back of the couch. It was no different than when he'd do it on the plane, just to stretch out, but it felt different, almost as if he'd done it in an attempt just to be closer to you. Your suspicions were confirmed when his fingers started to toy with your hair, twirling it absentmindedly through his fingers. You'd never been so close to him, and with his divorce finalized, there was nothing holding him back now. You were curious if that's why his behavior had changed; he needed to keep his distance until it was actually over, or else Haley would have just used it against him.
"I had you on my desk. You told me you had a bad day and asked if I'd help," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. You'd never heard him nervous like this, so you took his free hand in yours, letting his massive palm wrap around yours.
"Did you help me?"
"You begged me to. I couldn't tell you no," he defended, his grip on your shoulders tightening. You didn't miss the growing bulge in his sleek black slacks, causing them to tighten considerably. You were filled with questions about his filthy dream starring you, and at the most taboo place of all. You wondered how many times since then had he sat at his desk, imagining you were on top of it.
"What a gentleman," you chuckled, tossing one of your legs lazily over his lap. He reached for you instantly, hand darting out to caress your bare leg. It sent shivers all over you as he gently massaged the tender flesh of your upper thighs.
"You were impossible to resist. You just needed me so badly," he breathed, his fingers tugging your face to meet his. You were mesmerized by the golden flecks dancing in his dark eyes, increasingly aware of his lips closing the gap between yours. Once his mouth was on yours, it was feverish, his tongue pushing past your lips in a desperate attempt to finally taste you.
"I do need you," you panted, a low groan rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating your entire body. You couldn't climb into his lap fast enough, your arms snaking around his neck so you could bring him closer.
"I was hoping you'd say that," his voice had dropped to a dangerously low octave, his tone more needy now than you'd ever heard. He was searching for your approval, and he had it, every ounce of it.
"I told you, Hotch. I've always had feelings for you," your shirt came off first, his arms reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Once he had it off, his tongue found your breast, swirling around your nipple. You let your head fall back, the fluid movements of his tongue stunning you momentarily.
"Nothing stopping us now," he shot back, dexterously working to unbutton his black dress shirt. You took over for him, running your nails across his chest. He moaned at the contact, his tongue pushed between his teeth in anticipation. He shrugged off his dress shirt, letting you explore the gorgeous, scarred flesh underneath. He was everything you'd ever wanted in another person: strong, rugged, the most determined and assertive man you'd ever met. If he wanted it, it was already his.
"We'd have more room in the bed," you told him, watching in awe as he effortlessly hoisted you up and took you in the general direction of the bedroom. You told him where your room was and then swiftly occupied your lips with his neck, his chest, any skin you could reach to kiss.
"You're sure about this?"
You nodded enthusiastically before he laid you down on the bed, bringing your shorts down your legs with him. You could feel his gaze, taking in every inch of you, his pupils blown out in lust.
"You're even more gorgeous than I imagined," his hands spread your legs apart, beckoning you to quit being shy with him. The only thing separating him from your sex was a thin pair of panties, which Hotch was already making quick work of removing. His mouth traveled slowly from your ankle to your thighs, leaving wet, hot kisses all over your sensitive skin. You let go of a breath you didn't realize you were keeping to yourself when he laid down between your legs, his shoes falling to the floor as he situated himself in front of you.
He ran a teasing finger through your slit, collecting your arousal on his digits like a trophy. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been touched so delicately. Your eyes went wide when he plopped his finger into his mouth, a satisfied hum leaving his lips.
"You taste so fucking good; I knew you would. I've thought about this for weeks, and now here you are. You're perfect," his eyes fluttered shut as he spread your lips and attached his tongue to your clit, moaning into you as your hands tightly gripped his hair. He was enjoying it just as much as you were; his hips grinding into the mattress for friction and relief as he lapped at the mess between your thighs. You were already so close, the perfect amount of pressure delivered by his tongue had you a moaning mess on the sheets. When he began to pump a finger in and out of you, you lost your senses, euphoria taking you over.
"Good girl, I knew you'd be a filthy one. Look how wet my fingers are," he held his hand up for you to admire, but only for a second. It quickly found its home between your folds, dragging upwards towards your clit at a snails pace. He rubbed gentle circles on your most sensitive spot, murmuring sweet praises the entire time. You didn't know he could be so dirty.
"Can you come for me again?" It was the sweetest question he'd ever asked you, and you were happy to oblige, your back arching off the bed as his name rolled off your tongue. A smirk ghosted on his lips before he pulled up on his knees, unbuttoning his pants. He stood long enough to get undressed, bringing you to the edge of the bed, his giant hands hooked behind your knees.
You quickly told him you were on birth control, and with a satisfied grin he slid into you, bringing your feet to rest on his shoulders. He took his time pushing into you, savoring the way you clenched around him, making his cock throb and twitch inside of you.
"You look so pretty taking my cock, sweet girl. Do you love how I feel inside of you?" You didn't have time to answer, he was pounding into you, the end squeaking against the wall as you shouted his name. His hand crept between your legs, spreading your swollen lips to toy with your clit, a whimper falling from your lips, making him groan, dipping down to capture you in a kiss. You let his tongue slip into your mouth, covering you in affection as his hips smacked against yours in a steady rhythm.
"You're mine now. Do you understand that, sweetheart?" His chestnut eyes bored into yours as he awaited your answer, your climax growing closer with each passing second.
"All yours, Aaron. I swear it," you let go, letting him coax you through your orgasm with his precious words of endearment, a blush rising to your cheeks at how smitten he seemed to be.
"I can't wait to show you off, I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Now that you're with me, if you want it, it's yours."
You knew his loyalty ran deeper than anyone you'd ever been with, and his promises to you filled you with butterflies and adoration for the man you'd secretly been crazy about for a year. The heatwave of pleasure he sent through you buzzed like electricity throughout your entire body, his moans rattling you feel in your core. You had pined to be the one to bring him to the edge, and it was happening before your eyes, thick ribbons of cum spurting into you with a whimper of your name. He let out a shaky breath as he rubbed your calves, gently laying your legs out after being stretched for so long. He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before asking you where to find a towel and telling you to stay put.
You let him wipe you off, and he joined you in the bed, pulling you into his arms to cradle you against his body.
"I'm glad I'm finally here with you. It almost doesn't seem real," you kissed his neck, making your way to his lips. His arms held you securely against him, the two of you leaned into the mound of pillows on your bed.
"I'm glad you showed up for me. Thank you for coming to check on me. I know you were out with the team—"
"I really just wanted to see you. Can I stay with you tonight? I've got my go bag in the car," his voice was sleepy, and you were exhausted too, and you'd never tell him no to staying now that he was yours.
"I was hoping you'd stay. Come here, let's get some sleep," he laid on your shoulder, tossing his arm over you and pulling you in tight. You set your alarm and drifted off in the arms of the man you'd been dreaming about for such a long time.
Aaron Hotchner Playlist Collection 💕
Rag Doll by Aerosmith here
These stand-alone and are not part of a series! Reader’s Dad is Aaron’s bestie in this 🤪
Warnings: age gap, smut, Orval, fem receiving, kind of a breeding kink? 🙃 there’s talk of pregnancy throughout but reader is NOT pregnant. Small family feud but not really
Word count: 2.1 k but I’m double updating today
"Your dad's friend is hot," you not so subtle friend Alexis couldn't help but ogle over Aaron on her way out the door. He was seated at the couch, his hands on his knees, laying flat against his lap. It was true, he was really fucking hot, but you couldn't have your dad or Aaron hearing that she thought so.
"Always fun to have you around, Lex. See you later," she'd only stopped by because you were in town visiting for a week, and you hadn't seen her since you'd finished college. You were staying at your parents house for the remainder of the week, which meant being around Aaron nearly everyday. He was their neighbor, and your dad's best friend, making his way over for dinner most nights.
They'd just poured a glass of wine when you joined them, taking the empty seat next to your mother on the couch.
"She's always so sweet," your mother said politely, pouring you a glass of wine once you'd sat down. It was nice to be spending time with them, and you'd never complain about Aaron's presence.
"She's pregnant," you blurted, knowing your mother would find out eventually from Alexis's mother.
"Oh, how adorable. Grandchildren," she sighed, her eyes flickering to your stomach for a brief moment before your eyes narrowed at her, your dad sighing dramatically before exchanging a glance with Aaron.
"Here they go," your dad muttered before you drained your glass, your father coming to the rescue with a quick refill.
"Could you let me be a college graduate for more than two weeks before you start hounding me about babies? Do I look capable enough to reproduce on my own, mom? Because we're missing a key element here," your mother tossed her hands up in surrender, but she was nowhere near done.
"Maybe if you weren't so stubborn some nice man would whisk you away, but with that attitude, you'll have ten cats by the time Alexis pops out her third," your dad cleared his throat awkwardly and you shot him an apologetic look, mortified that she had to do this every time a baby was mentioned.
"My attitude is fine, mom. I just don't want to have the settling down discussion right now," your mother insisted on doing this every time you saw her, upset that you'd not brought anyone home for them to meet since high school prom.
"Honey," she started, looking to your father, "wouldn't some grandkids be nice?"
He huffed, taking a sip of his wine, and by the look on his face he wished it was something stronger. You caught Aaron's attention and mouthed an apology, but he was clearly entertained by the back and forth between you three.
"She's young. Give her time," was all he said, so you considered it a victory on your behalf because your mother dropped the topic and left it alone. You finished your wine before you excused yourself to the kitchen to find a snack. It wasn't long before another body joined you in the kitchen, in fact, you backed into him when you opened the fridge.
"I'm so sorry about my mom," he shook his head, holding the door open for you as you looked for a snack.
"No, I'm sorry. It's a lot of pressure on you, I'm sure," his eyes raked over you momentarily, his gaze fixed on your hips and waist.
"It is. But I'm only in town a few more days, so I try to just overlook it," you settled on a cup of jello, leaned against the corner snacking as Aaron took you in. He'd always been polite, but now the look in his eyes radiated something else entirely.
"Are you busy later?"
His question caught you off guard so you shook your head no, watching as he checked behind him to make sure only you were listening.
"You know where I am, maybe I can help relieve some of the stress they put on you," you were taken aback by how forward he was, but you were intrigued anyway, taking a slow step forward, swaying your hips slightly as you did so.
"You want to sneak around with your best friend's daughter? You're bad," but you were even worse, because the heat was already pooling between your thighs at the thought of having him for yourself.
"You're grown, you can make your own decisions. So come be bad with me," he left you standing in the kitchen, your jello cup half eaten in your hand. You weighed the pros and cons and decided the pros outweighed the bad drastically, so you excused yourself for the night and waited for Aaron to leave, hearing him linger downstairs for thirty more minutes after you went to your room. You took the opportunity to change, knowing what the night had in store for you, slipping on a black matching set under your dress that was already barely there; but you'd assumed that's what had gotten his attention in the first place.
You heard him tell your father goodnight and you crept out the window, trying hard not to flash any of your neighbors as you shimmied down the trellis and your feet hit the ground. It wasn't a long walk, so you met him at the front door where he was still waiting for you. He hadn't even gotten the key in the door yet.
"I knew you'd show up," he said smugly, giving you a once-over before he invited you inside. You barely stepped over the threshold when his strong hands gripped your shoulders and pulled you forward to connect with his lips, his hands roaming over the fabric of your dress.
"Make it worth my while," you shot back, bracing yourself as he put you against the wall. His knee separated your thighs as his hand trailed under your dress, pushing your panties to the side so he could feel you. You whimpered at his fingertips, tracing patterns over your clit as you wiggled against the wall and his mouth hovered over yours.
"Once I'm finished with you, you won't have the strength to walk back home," he promised, dropping to his knees in the floor, helping you to step out of your panties. He disappeared beneath your dress, the heat of his mouth inches away from your aching core. His tongue made contact with your center and you flattened against the wall, his face pressed into you.
"Dress off," he mumbled, so you brought it over your head and let it fall into the floor, watching with lust filled eyes as he devoured you.
"Bossy," you said, gazing down at him. You tossed one leg lazily over his shoulder and watched his whole demeanor change; he went from possessive to possessed, sucking and lapping at your clit in an erotic frenzy.
"Tastes so sweet," his fingers spread your glistening lips open so he could plant a gentle kiss on your clit that had you crumbling, panting his name as a cocky grin spread out across his face.
"We aren't done, not by a long shot," you helped when he stood up and brought you along with him, carrying you throughout the house like a rag doll. You saw it as your chance to cover him with kisses, his tongue lazily teasing your mouth as he took you to his bedroom. Your back hit the mattress and then he was stripping down, unbuttoning his shirt at a snails pace, letting his jeans and belt crumple into a pile on the floor. You groaned at the sight of him, his eyebrows shooting up curiously at the noise.
"Are all those pretty little sounds for me?" His dick was stiff through his boxers, but he quickly shed those too, pumping himself in his hand as he looked at you. To tease him further, you spread your legs, your dainty fingers settling on your clit as you peered your at him through your lashes.
"That's it baby, spread your legs so I can see that perfect pussy of yours," he was standing right in front of you, stroking himself as you played with your pussy for him, putting on a show. He was captivated by you, held in the trance of your fingers dancing across your flesh. His own fingers darted out to touch you, teasing your entrance before slipping inside of you. You let out a whimper and his head ducked down between your legs to capture your clit once more, fucking you with his fingers and tongue simultaneously.
His hand still moved slowly on his cock, precum leaking from the tip as he savored you, sucking your clit between his teeth. He let out an animalistic growl as you tightened around his fingers and shouted his name, panting for breath. He drug you to the edge of the bed, teasing your slit with his cock before slamming into you, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he stilled his hips, letting his cock twitch inside of you before he moved a muscle.
"All this talk about babies makes me want to fill you up. Can I?" His filthy words urged you on as you nodded your head, watching him ease out of you before sinking back into you.
"Please, Aaron," you couldn't wait anymore, you needed to feel that welcomed stretch as your walls clenched around him.
"You're impatient; we should work on that," He pulled completely out of you, leaving you a whining, desperate mess on his bedsheets. He took his cock in his hand and teased you by stroking it close enough for you to see, but too far away to touch.
"I'll beg," you told him, his brow shooting up curiously at your statement.
"Go on, then. Beg me to fuck you; beg me to make you scream so loud that we wake up half the neighborhood," the mischievous gleam in his eye had you yearning for more of his cocky attitude, and normally you wouldn't have given in, but you couldn't resist him.
"Aaron, please. Can't you see how badly I need you?" Your thighs were soaked with your own arousal as your hips wiggled on the bed, impatiently waiting for him to slide back into you. He did so without any warning, your flesh slamming against his as he shut you up; other than your cries of pleasure, there wasn't a sound to be heard in his home. His fingertips pressed marks into your thighs from gripping them so tightly, marking you up so he could admire his work.
"What's the matter? Your pretty little mouth run out of things to say? Maybe we've finally fixed that attitude of yours," you could hear the sarcasm dripping from his words as he pushed your legs back, hitting all the best spots from a new angle. He had you folded up, your knees bent slightly as your back arched and you came, your nails digging into his forearms.
"That's it, baby. Let me hear you," the rapid thumping of his hips never ceased, even through your orgasm, he mercilessly pounded into you, his hand gripping your ass tightly.
"I'm going to fill you up, sweet girl. Cum deep inside of you," he grunted, his thrusts more urgent and needy as he reached his climax.
"Give it all to me, Aaron," you pleaded, his warmth spreading inside of you as he sputtered your name. He slowly slid his dick from you, watching in awe as his cum spilled out of you. You watched with wide eyes as he gathered it on the tip of his cock and slid it back inside of you.
"Consider this practice for all of those babies your mother wants you to have," he whispered, laying your legs down but being sure to keep them tucked together. You watched as he laid down next to you, his fingers running along your body tantalizingly slow.
"Here I am attached to you already, and you're leaving in a couple of days," he sighed, his nose brushing against your jaw bone. You leaned up to kiss him, knowing there'd never be anyone else to satisfy you the way that he had.
"I'm only an hour away," you reminded him, a smile ghosting his lips for a second.
"You'd come back just to see me?" He seemed doubtful, but you assured him you would, if he was sure that he wanted you to.
"I'm not in town often, but there's always time for you when I am," he told you, bringing the blanket over your legs to cover you up.
"Is that a promise?"
"Absolutely."