After sex with college!hotch he lights a cigarette and you both pass it back and forth. He looks so hot like that so you take one last drag, put it out, and straddle him. You start kissing him and he smiles.
"We're going again?" He grins and rests his hands on your hips.
"Of course we are."
And this time you're on top. You're making out and grinding your hips to get him going again, which doesn't take very long. You also rub his nipples a little bit because you know they're sensitive and it always gets him hard, especially with the other stuff you're already doing. Then you're riding him like there's no tomorrow.
This will be a full fic when I get the time to write it 🫠😵💫
content warning : angst, pining, first kiss, drunk aaron, haley, sad ending
You met Aaron when you were young. When the biggest worry in your world was the next pop quiz in your Criminal Law class. He was pretty, smart, charming, and had a killer smile to match. You were quiet, shy, but easily the smartest one in the class.
He had often found himself glancing at you from across the room during lectures, a soft smile gracing his features when he noticed the way you color coded your notes based on your highlighters. Yet, whenever you looked up at him, his gaze was oddly fully focused on the professor ahead of him.
“I might just be going crazy Macy,” you reassured your friend one day. Or maybe you were reassuring yourself. “It’s just a coincidence.”
“Orrr,” she grinned, walking alongside you. “This guy totally has the hots for you and you need to make a move.”
You snorted. “When pigs fl—,”
You never finished your sentence. Whatever you were going to say was clear out your mind by time your brain even process that you collided with someone, knocking your books and notes clean out your hand.
“I’m so sorry, that was completely my fault.”
You recognized his voice from the times he’d raise his hands in class and ask a question.
Words failed you as he kneeled down in front of you and pick up each of your things with upmost care. “I-.”
“Here. Again I’m so sorry.”
You sucked in a harsh breath as you grasped the books in your hands. “Thanks…”
“Always.” He flashed that smile at you and he was gone, walking away from you. Missing your moment. Missing the way he took one more glance back at you as he continued on his own path.
“Don’t tell me…” your friend started, amusement painting their voice. “Was that the mysterious man from your class?”
You cleared your throat, shoving away the embarrassment that creeped up your neck. “I’ll neither confirm nor deny that.”
You didn’t want to admit it but that interaction left you with a smile for the rest of the day.
The next time you interacted with Aaron, you were alone. Books surrounded you as you worked quietly in the library, head bopping softly to your music.
The last thing you expected was him, but alas he was there. You saw his shadow first, it draped itself over the book you copied notes from and blocked the light from shining over you.
“y/n right? You’re in my Criminal Law class.”
“How do you know my name?”
You didn’t mean to come off as so defensive, but you heart beat so fast in your chest, you couldn’t help but blurt out your words.
“Umm…your friend told me I could find you in here. I needed help with something for class.”
You had cleared a seat for him and gave him all the help you could give.
The friendship only ever bloomed from there.
An hour into the fourth study session, the two of you had completely forgotten the books, now broken into fits of giggles attempting to stay quiet in the library and failing. Horribly.
“God you make jokes like a dad would. Has anyone told you that?”
Aaron rolled his eyes, but his smile persisted. “I’ve heard it before. My girlfriend though compares it to an uncles humor ironically enough.”
You hoped it hadn’t been noticeable, but your smile eased up at the moment. Flickering away for a millisecond. “Girlfriend?”
“Yeah,” he smiled obliviously. “I didn’t tell you about her?”
You shook your head and pressed on a smile. “Not that I remember.”
You watched, disheartened as he flipped open his wallet and passed you a photo of him and a woman. She was wearing a gorgeous gown and he was dressed as a pirate for some reason.
She was painfully gorgeous.
“Her name’s Haley. We started dating in high school and it’s been great ever since.”
You studied the photo a little while longer, your mind reaching other places. In that moment, you could have been resentful or hateful. You could picked a fight and scoffed about him leading you on.
But you didn’t.
With a smile, you passed the picture back. “She’s cute. You guys are cute.”
Who are you to get angry over someone who isn’t yours?
The study sessions continued on as if nothing ever happened and soon enough, you convinced yourself that truly nothing ever happened. You two were now friends and that’s all you wanted.
It became a tradition then to meet every weekend at that table. Then one weekday turned into the weekend. Then the weekend turned into every other day. Soon enough, you guys were attached at the hip, finding time to eat lunch together, listening to lectures in class together, even sneaking into each others dorms after curfew for movie nights.
The two of you were easily best friends and per the rules of best friendship, you two shared nearly everything. Stories about the god awful roommate, awkward confrontations with professors, even stories of embarrassing slip ups made.
You two told each other almost everything. Which was why it was so weird to hear about his break up with Haley from his friend.
He had called you from Aaron’s phone, so you didn’t think twice about picking up the phone. But when you heard the loud music and starkly different voice, you knew something was wrong.
“y/n?”
“Mark? Where’s Aaron, is everything okay?”
“Aaron’s fine. Physically at least…look I need your help.”
You noted the slight slur over his words as he slowly began to panic.
“Anything.”
“Haley broke up with Aaron and he…well he didn’t take well to I suggested we go out for drinks since it’s spring break and so he could feel better, but when I turn around he downed like 7 shots and now he can barely stand and I didn’t think ahead and I’m drunk so I can’t take us home but he’s plastered so he can’t take him home either and I called my friend but they have the tiniest fucking clown car ever and he can’t fit so-,”
“Mark! Breathe. I can’t understand you.”
“Sorry…”
“Do you have a ride?”
“Yes.”
“Does Aaron need a ride?”
“No. I mean yes. Yes he needs a ride.”
“Where are you?”
There was silence for a moment. “Miller’s.”
“I’ll be there in 10.”
Aaron didn’t talk until he reached his empty dorm, putting more than half of his body weight on you.
“Haley broke things off.”
Your heart broke into a million pieces at the sight of his sad face. His eyes were wet, but not yet ready to release the tears the built and a pout fell upon his lips.
“I know.”
He had dragged you into bed with him, hugging you to his chest like a pillow as he sulked. You took the embrace hesitantly but welcomed it. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you kicked off your shoes, climbing into bed with him.
“I tried to tell her that I can be better. I can call her more, and visit her more, but…she didn’t want to hear it.”
You looked up at him sadly. “It’s not your fault…long distance just isn’t made for everyone.”
A silence spread over you two and you thought he’d fallen asleep.
“She said I’m in love with you…”he blurted out.
It was an awful feeling hearing those words. It felt as if a bomb had dropped into the abyss of your stomach, but it never went off. It simply sat there and weighed so heavily down on you. Tugging at the string of your heart and encapsulating your lungs in a chokehold.
“She said I’m in love with you and I don’t even know it.”
Saying it a second time only confirmed the dread inside of you was true.
“…what did you say?”
“Nothing. I didn’t know what to say.”
“Oh.”
You don’t know how long you sat there, frozen in place and frozen in mind. It felt like forever and nothing at all. It felt like you were dying.
“I need to leave,” you started abruptly. You untangled yourself from his arms and sheets and began to slip your shoes back on but a hold on your wrist stopped you.
“Kiss me.”
What?
You had to be dreaming.
Or maybe it was a nightmare.
“Aaron, I’m not going to—,”
“If you kiss me then I’ll know.” Determination shined in his eyes and he furrowed his brows down into a frown. “I’ll know if I’m in love you or if Haley is wrong.”
You didn’t know what to do. Your face felt numb and your heart. Oh your heart. It ached. Seeing such sadness painted on his face was the first blow, but his words…His words were like a hammer to porcelain.
So you laughed. If you could even call it that. It was more like you breathing out for the first time in minutes. “I’m not going to kiss you—.”
You didn’t think he’d get any closer but he did. He scoot down to the very edge of the bed and tugged you forward so that his legs laid on either side of you.
“Please.”
Your heart melted into nothing as he brushed his nose against yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as his lips whispered over yours but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.
It was Aaron. How could you care about something like that?
It was a moment of desperation that surged your lips forward, pressing into his in a sloppy but arguably perfect kiss.
Your hands immediately rushed up to meet his hair, tugging and running your fingers through his gorgeous locks.
You dreamed of this moment since he approached you in the library asking for help, but none of your fantasies could live up to this.
His lips were unexpectedly soft and gentle as they moved down your jawline and to your neck. He left open mouthed kisses now, eliciting gasps from your mouth.
It was bliss for the first minute. 60 seconds of heaven as you basked in the glory of being loved by Aaron Hotchner.
But when those 60 seconds were up, you crashed down to Earth and realized what the hell you just did.
You pushed him away, fear shining in your eyes. Or was it tears.
“This was a mistake. I’m so sorry.”
He was drunk for christ sake. What was wrong with you?
You didn’t look back as you rushed out of him room, slamming the door behind you.
It took you two days to cook up the courage to talk to him again. He had left you so many missed calls and you felt terrible as you let it go to voicemail, but you couldn’t find it in you to talk to him yet.
The day you finally chose to talk to him, you were ready. You had a paper of what to say in case you lost your words. Macy said it read out more a confession and maybe it was, but you needed you speak your peace. You needed to know that everything was going to be okay.
You clutched the paper in you hand as you approached the elevator that would take you to his floor. Hesitantly, you reached to touch the button, but pulled back when the door opened on its own.
By some higher power, your dread grew even more when you saw the face on the other side of the door.
What are the odds you’d see Haley Brooks right as you were going to confess to her ex-boyfriend.
“Oh my god,” she gasped, immediately recognizing you. “You’re y/n! I can’t believe this!”
Haley immediately stepped out the elevator, a bright smile finding her lips.
“You’re…Haley.”
She was somehow even prettier in real life. It almost hurt.
“I just have to say…I’m so sorry for ever accusing you of anything. I was concerned and worried and paranoid cause to be honest, I haven’t spent this long away from Aaron.”
These words were supposed to be relieving. Why didn’t you feel relieved?
“What did he tell you?” It came out as a pathetic croak.
“He told me that he does love you, but not in the way I thought. That you’re his best friend in the highest regard and every time we were having a rough patch, you were there to make sure we were okay.”
Suddenly would remembered every time you gave him relationship advice. Every time you told him to cherish what he has, appreciate every moment he has with Haley because time was most important to a long distance relationship.
Were you really your own betrayer?
“You were there for him when I couldn’t be. And you made us both realize that we need to appreciate what we have, because it’s special and important.”
You did say that. Didn’t you?
You couldn’t remember the rest of Haley’s words. You didn’t want to remember the rest of her words. You don’t know how long it had been since she left, but when you finally came to your senses, you folded that note into your pocket and stepped away from the elevator.
You couldn’t bring yourself to see Aaron Hotchner ever again. So you didn’t.
contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, SMOKING KINK, unprotected sex, pet names, hotch being a tease
wc: 645
an: for @hotchs-bitch, who is one of the funniest, craziest and sweetest people on this planet. thank you for everyone who’s interacted with, commented on, and reblogged my kinktober stuff. being able to actually stick to this was a big deal for me so i appreciate it. thank you to my lovely friend @flightlessangelwings for the list this year ❤️
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“Open,” Hotch says firmly, his fingers squeezing your chin where it's in his grasp.
You’re in his lap, grinding against his thigh though his cock is right there, hard and clearly begging to be inside you. But, Hotch likes the long game. He likes to make you needy, likes to watch your writhe and beg until neither of you can take it anymore.
Tonight is no different. He’s been making you watch him smoke for what feels like an eternity now, nonchalantly watching you through the haze as you grow more and more desperate. Your eyes have been zeroed in on his mouth, watching the way his lips mold around the cigarette, how they blow out the smoke. You know that it’s bad for him, but there’s no denying how sexy he looks with a cigarette.
You obey eagerly, opening your mouth and leaning into his touch, ready for whatever he would give you. With nimble fingers he removes the cigarette from his lips, flipping it around and placing the end in your mouth. “Close,” He instructs.
And just like any other command he has ever given you, you quickly do as he says.
“Good girl, now I want you to hold that steady while I sit you on my cock,” He murmurs, hands kneading at your hips.
You nod, hips lifting into his hand as you squeeze your lips together, ensuring the cigarette won’t budge. Your attempt is futile when he lowers you down onto his cock, the stretch causing your mouth to fall open to let out the softest sweetest moan. It’d be music to his ears if he hadn’t given you such a specific task.
“Steady,” He reminds you, his mouth pulled up into a smirk at the way your mouth has started to go slack.
“Aaron, I’m trying,” You whine around the cigarette, gasping when he guides you further down on his cock.
“You can do it, you’ve almost got all of it. Just a little more,” He praises, sweat beading on his brow as he finally brings your thighs flush to his own. “That’s it, steady. Good girl, you feel so good.”
He’s so deep this way, pressing against the most sensitive spot inside of you. It takes everything in you not to moan again, knowing that if you did the cigarette would fall out of your mouth.
“Ride me,” He whispers, guiding your hips up and down.
Your hands come to grasp his shoulders for leverage, helping you raise your hips until there’s nothing but the tip of him inside you so that you can take him completely again and again and again. Aaron watches you with hooded eyes, his chest heaving as he grows closer to his end.
“C-can’t, can’t keep it steady like this,” You warn him, feeling your own orgasm looming over you like a cloud.
“Forget it, honey,” He reaches up, snatching the cigarette out of your mouth, putting it out in the astray that’s to his left with grace.
You don’t know why, but the action, so mundane and casual while you bounce on his cock is what sends you over the edge. His eyes go wide with surprise as he feels you clench around him. He sputters a warning before cumming, stilling your rocking hips.
He raises a brow at you playfully, “Putting out a cigarette?”
“Leave me alone,” You quip, burying your head in the crook of his neck.
He kisses at your temple, guiding you back to look at you, “What? I thought it was sweet.”
“Stop talking Hotchner.”
“Only if you shut me up with a kiss.”
You roll your eyes, but lean in, cupping his face as you kiss him. He melts against you, kissing you back eagerly as he hums into your mouth. And with the skilled work of his tongue, you’ve forgotten his teasing in no time.
college!aaron x shy!aaron thoughts where he took a class that he didn't necessarily had to take but got in anyway bc he wanted to see you in another class (had a class tgt bfr and he's Addicted and Curious) and discreetly lookin at you and threw some side glances and smile when you answered the professor's question he always finds you so Cool and Smart and Sunshine and thinks you're out of his league 😓 gotta love my pathetic (affectionately) aaron
college!aaron is my fav <33
He didn’t have to take the class, because he was already over the required number of credits, but he wanted to take it because he just could not get you out of his head from that one class you guys had together the semester before.
He had noticed you from the first class of the semester from the moment you raised your hand to firmly raise your differing viewpoints on the subject. You were polite, firm, and also intelligent, he was hooked. It didn’t help that you were, completely and utterly breathtaking to him.
I believe Aaron would have been smooooth and a bit of a fuckboy during college, but he would have been so shy around you, and afraid of even approaching you, because you were just so sweet, breathtaking, intelligent, and way out of his league. He tried to date a few girls during that first semester he had with you (in his usual frat boy fashion), but found all of them boring and not what he wanted, because well - they were not you.
He once saw you outside the building, helping a little old lady find her way and his heart just melted at the whole interaction.
He managed to get the info about you enrolling in this new class because he overheard you talking to one of the girls in your shared class about it - and of course, he went to sign up immediately.
He always tries to sit somewhere in class where you would be in his line of sight - but not too near you, because he is nervous, and well he wouldn’t want to be that obvious would he. But the number of side glances he throws at you is something you find yourself catching on to, because my god, look at him - he is gorgeous. He doesn’t know, but there you are also taking note of him, think he is out of your league as well, and not daring to approach him, because he is Aaron Hotchner, and everyone thinks he is good looking.
He throws you a smile one day after you have answered a question from the professor, one that is out of syllabus, and which also earns you a hum of approval from the professor. You catch his smile, and emboldened by the rush of answering right you smile back.
His heart is pounding away in his chest, and he swears he could melt into a puddle of human the moment you smile at him - its like sunshine. He finally musters up the courage that day after class to approach you. He compliments you on your answer, and you get a bit blushy, which he notices and goes “OH” in his brain, because you being all blushy bodes well for him right???
He asks if you want to grab a coffee after class, and you say yes, and the rest well - history.
Any thoughts on College! Hotch with Punk!Black! Gf? 🥺
he loves her style and constantly tells her how beautiful she looks :( he goes into hot topic w her even though it’s intimidating for him and he goes with her to all her tattoo/piercing appointments
Thank you so much for the request!! You're actually my favorite person and I wouldn't be writing fics without you <33
Prompt: 5- Getting in trouble together
College!Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader
Work count: 1.4k
Warnings: allusion to sex, and maybe a curse word?
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Passing Notes
You're sitting in your 2:30 English 101 class. It's your last class of the day and you are bored out of your mind. You can't for the life of you manage to pay attention to the professor's lesson. It doesn't help that your beautiful boyfriend Aaron is also in this class and it's hard not to stare lovingly at him.
He's sitting right in front of you and all you want to do is run your fingers through his hair and talk to him and spend time with him outside this boring class.
As you stare off into space thinking about how much you hate this class and how much you love your boyfriend, Aaron turns to look at you with a mischievous look in his eyes. He gently places a folded up piece of notebook paper with your name and a little heart on your desk. You send him a questioning look as you take the paper and start unfolding it. In Aaron’s messy handwriting the note reads, ‘I can feel you staring at me.’
You look back up at him with a faux glare on your face. He catches it out of the corner of his eye and a smile spreads across his face. You reach into your bag and pull of a pen of your own a write your own little message for Aaron on the paper, ‘I wouldn’t be staring if you weren’t so pretty (and this class wasn’t so boring)’
Folding the paper back up, crossing out your name, you write his name on the front of it and lightly tap his shoulder with your pen. He looks back at you with an amused look and you simply hand him the note back.
You watch the back of his head intently as he unfolds the paper and reads the message inside. You see his shoulders shake as he lets out a little chuckle. Soon his left hand is scrawling out another little message for you. You look up at the board and try to pretend to pay attention to the lesson until you feel the note land on your desk.
Once again Aaron’s name is crossed out and yours is written again underneath it with a little smiley face this time. Unfolding the paper, this time the note says ‘I’m not gonna let you study with my notebook for the test. P.S. I wish you were sitting in front of me so I could stare at the beautiful back of your head instead of paying attention too.’
You knew he was lying about the first part, he would always let you use his notes to study. The second part was sweet. It definitely wasn’t a lie. One of his favorite things to do was to look at you.
You sat the note on the desk in front of you and clicked your pen as you thought of what to say next. You settled on what you were gonna write and scribbled it onto the paper. Your message to Aaron said, ‘You know we never really use the notes when we’re in your room “studying” anyways.’
With a smile on your face you dropped the note onto Aarons desk. Most of the class period was sending the note back and forth between you, filling up almost the entire sheet of paper. This little conversation was a far better way to pass the time than just staring off into space.
You were waiting for Aaron to pass the note back when you heard the professor call both you and Aaron’s names. “What do the two of you think you’re doing?” she said, staring you both down.
“We’re not doing anything, ma'am,” Aaron responded confidently.
“Are you sure, Mr. Hotchner? Because from here it looks like you’ve been passing notes back and forth.”
“We weren’t passing notes!” Aaron replied as if the professor's claim was completely unfounded.
Technically he wasn’t lying when he said you weren’t passing notes. It had only been one note. Aaron has always been good at arguing, especially with teachers. Maybe it was all the pre-law classes he has taken throughout college or maybe it was just something that was innately Aaron Hotchner. Even as a 20 year-old kid he was such a lawyer.
“See me after class. That goes for both of you,” she said looking directly at you.
As the professor went back to her lecture you let out a sigh and rested your head on your hand. You knew you likely wouldn’t get in too much trouble, you were just a little annoyed that your bit of fun was over and you had to stay late to get chewed out by the teacher. Aaron shot you a look that said ‘don’t worry, I’m gonna fix this.’ All you could do is just smile at him. Of course he was gonna try and fix it.
At the end of class you made a show of gathering all your things together, taking as long as you can until you had to walk to the front of the room. As you stood up to walk to the professor, you felt Aaron’s hand on your waist. He put something into your jacket pocket, but before you could check what it was he took your hand and started to walk to the front of the room. You both stopped in front of the professor. She looked just as annoyed that she had to stay after and deal with you as you were that you had to stay late. With a sigh she says, “I’m just gonna cut to the chase, let me see the note that the two of you were passing back and forth.”
You did not want your English professor seeing the private conversation between you and your boyfriend. As you started to protest, Aaron squeezed your hand and reached into his bag pulling out a folded piece of paper. “Here you go ma’am,” he said, handing it to her.
She started unfolding the paper, putting on her reading glasses so she could see what the note said. She cleared her throat and began reading it allowed, “please can you come by after class to help me study I don’t understand what’s going on -A, yeah of course I can -<3, thank you so much -A”
What?! That wasn’t your note?! You glance over at Aaron who is holding back a smirk as the professor kept reading aloud the fake note he created to keep her from seeing the real thing. When he said he was gonna fix this he wasn’t lying. God this man was the love of your life.
When the professor got to the end of the note she looked up at Aaron, “Mr. Hotchner, if you were having trouble in this class you shouldn’t have been distracted with passing notes. If you need any help from me, you know when my office hours are. And the both of you, please don't do this again.”
You both thanked her and quickly made your way out of the classroom. As you got outside you threw your arms around Aarons neck and pulled him into a hug. “I can’t believe you did that! Why would you lie and say you needed help when I was the one not paying any attention?”
He wrapped his arms around you and said, “Because I’m the best boyfriend.”
“You are the best boyfriend.”
“I think you should look at the real note,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.
You looked at him confused, “What do you mean, you have the real note.”
“No I don’t”
After a moment realization washed over you and you reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out the note that he slipped in there back in the classroom. As you unfolded it, you saw in big bold letters that you couldn’t miss, ‘I LOVE YOU!!’ written in Aaron’s beautiful messy handwriting.
A smile spreads across your face and you look up at Aaron who has a smile on his face too. With note still in hand you cup his cheek and stand up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips which he happily reciprocates. After a moment, you rest your forehead against his and whisper out, “I love you too, Aaron Hotchner.”
i have brain rot so this is more of a snippet! college hotch who’s best friends with reader’s older brother and reader on spring break inspired by that episode of gilmore girls:
“Since when have you known my order?” You ask with narrowed eyes, and if you aren’t mistaken a soft pink flush stains his cheeks.
He shrugs, “Who would I be if I didn’t know it after all this time?”
“You’d be the typical friend of my older brother.”
“Well, I’m more than that, aren’t I?” He pauses for a moment, thanks the waitress who comes back with coffee. “You and I are friends too, aren’t we?”
