a/n; that looks painful 😭😭 but what do i know i'm a virg
car sex w/ soap;
so rare, and not because of privacy. he has no shame. it's because prefers to have room for both of you to move; his body crammed in the backseat with you? it's a snug fit.
but does that stop him from taking you anywhere, and everywhere? not even a little bit.
driving home with him after picking him up at the airport. everything was routine, aside from the fact that he had arrived later than anticipated. nippy, chilled air; pitch black, except for the lights from the building. standing by the car and engulfing him in a long, tight embrace, as if making up for months of lost time.
he's not as jet lagged as you expected, since he apparently 'took a long nap' on the plane. johnny is surprisingly energetic for a man who spent months away from home and landed in the dead of night — but that was soap, in essence. he insisted on driving back to make up for the wait and also scolded you a dozen times for waiting out in the cold for him.
his hand squeezing your thigh, while the other remains on the wheel. any other day, you'd think nothing of it. but it had been months; hearing his voice through a phone or laptop, merely imagining his touch instead of experiencing it.
you grip soap's wrist as he kneads your thigh, tensing up when he starts to move his rough palm up further. "what? ye got all dressed up and expect to not be teased?"
the car isn't even out of the lot and you're hot and bothered. who is he to say no? well, he can't. pulls the car off to the side, where there aren't any streetlights. before you can process anything, he coaxes you into the backseat, shredding off your bottoms. the pads of his fingers rub circles along your clothed clit — the fabric soaked and sticky, clinging to the swollen nub. soap moaned against your mouth, rolling your panties down to expose your core.
as slick and needy as he expected; from the moment he walked out of the airport, how you clenched your thighs and trembled when he squeezed the fat of your hips. you weren't exactly subtle.
practically folds you in half, both to exude control and to accommodate the lack of space in the backseat. your knees bent as far as they'll go, stomach practically crushed by his weight as he hovers over you. soap hooks his arms around your thighs as he dips inside of you; slow at first, then all at once before you can catch your breath.
your literal breath knocked out of you with every single thrust, his hips crashing against yours with strength. no time wasted, and you weren't sure you wanted there to be. his girthy length stretching out your entrance — a perfect mesh of sting and satisfaction.
the tinted windows brushed with a layer of steam after every rapid breath, almost a perfect camouflage if you weren't reciting his name like a prayer.
his head dips down and you lift yours, allowing him to practically drool against your lips. you hold onto his waist, digging your fingernails into the flesh until the crescent marks are embedded and then some. it's as if soap is filling you to the brim; distinct squelches when he withdraws completely, only to bottom out with a harsh snap of his pelvis.
you writhe in pleasure, fingers gripping onto anything you can palm. after months deprived, you had been waiting for this sensation again. only to be bombarded and overwhelmed beyond comprehension — in the best way. "missed this fuckin' cock, didn't ye? fuck... you did? look at you."
another man’s jeans (Hotch x Fem!Reader) -- one shot
Ever since Ashe dropped “Another Man’s Jeans” I have had this idea in mind so BELIEVE ME I am so glad to finally have this out of my brain and in front of y’all. Please scream with me it’s so hot I can’t do this
Friendly reminder that if you’re not 18 or older to not interact with this post please and thank you :)
Summary: You and Aaron used to date years ago, back when you both were too immature to know what you wanted -- but you knew you wanted each other. Now he’s working a case in the city where you live, and you want to have a little bit of fun ;))
Warnings: jealous!Hotch (I KNOW), smut ;) grinding, oral sex (f receiving), brief handjob, slight size kink, unprotected sex (use a condom irl for the love of GOD), dub-con (VERY slight, I think, but there are some moments where I can see it being questionable; just remember reader & Aaron used to be together, so this isn’t their first rodeo with each other, if you know what I mean)
Hotch Masterlist
Once upon a time, you were mine
And it made sense, it don’t make sense anymore
At times I think about when it did
If someone had told you this morning that Aaron Hotchner would be walking through the front door of your office, then you would’ve kissed them on the mouth.
Five years have passed since you kissed Aaron, but not a single day has gone by that you haven’t thought about him.
You do a brief celebratory spin in your chair before hopping to your feet, and plastering on your grin.
He’s not alone, unfortunately. There’s an older guy with him in an expensive suit with a gold signet ring on his pinky.
“Who let you out of the Mafia?” I joke, looking at Aaron’s friend.
He smiles slightly, but Aaron doesn’t.
“Y/N,” Aaron says, in that same tone you remember from five years ago. When you’d say something you shouldn’t have and he would warn you to stop.
“Aaron,” you reply, in the same tone you always did. Knowing you were annoying him, but loving it.
“The famous Y/N,” Aaron’s friend says. “I’m David Rossi.” He sticks out his hand for you to shake.
“Dave, I do know you,” you shake his hand. “Heard many stories. Good ones, I promise.”
Turning to look at Aaron, you smile. “How are you?”
“Fine,” he says. “We need to speak with your boss.”
You snort. “Funny.”
“I wasn’t joking.”
“Aaron,” you almost roll your eyes. “I am my boss. What do you need?”
Rossi is smirking, looking between the two of you. He had heard many stories about you. From ones that left Aaron with heart eyes to others that left him angrily sipping his whiskey. You were a whirlwind that never left Aaron’s mind. You still haunt him today.
“We’re looking for Avery Dillard,” Rossi says, since Aaron can’t stop staring at you.
“Avery…” you think for a second. “I haven’t seen her today, but I’ll take you to her desk. Come on, this way.”
You wave for them to follow you, listening for their footsteps as you walk down the hallway through the rows of cubicles to Avery’s.
“She usually takes Fridays off, so I didn’t expect to see her today anyway,” you explain. As you lean against the edge of the cubicle walls, you cross your arms. “Can I ask what this is about?”
Aaron and Dave share a look.
“Is there somewhere we can speak privately?” Aaron asks.
A thrill runs through you, even though you know it’s inappropriate. He’s clearly here to work, but God, he looks good.
“Sure, there’s a conference room just over here.”
Dave stays behind at Avery’s desk, but Aaron follows you to the conference room. Unlocking the door, you step inside and flick the light switch. Aaron shuts the door behind himself.
“Have a seat,” he says, gesturing to the table.
Raising an eyebrow, you sit down, knowing immediately that this is a type of serious you’ve never seen from him before. He sits down in the chair next to you, linking his fingers together and resting his hands on the table.
“What’s going on?” you ask again, beginning to feel slightly panicky, which is far from normal for you. Especially not around Aaron.
“Avery was reported missing this morning,” Aaron says gently. “We’re currently investigating a series of kidnappings of young women that have ended in murders. We believe Avery might be connected.”
“Connected? As in…?”
“We don’t know if she’s dead,” he says quickly. “We always assume they are alive unless told otherwise.”
“Okay, but,” you pause, wringing your hands. “You just said the others end in murders.”
“Unfortunately, yes, that is the pattern.”
“Aaron,” you breathe. “This can’t be real.”
“How long has Avery worked with you?”
“Just a few weeks,” you rub your forehead. “Maybe a month, I’d have to check the records to be sure, but not long. She just graduated college, needed a job for the summer. I needed some extra help, and I know how hard it is finding a job for just a summer, so. I told her she was welcome here, and she’s been here since.”
“Did she ever talk about a boyfriend, a girlfriend? Anyone?”
“No, she’s… Oh, not a prude, but you know? She doesn’t hook up with anyone and she’s a very serious dater, which is not what is around here. It’s a lot of one night stands here.”
Aaron’s eyes narrow slightly. “Alright.”
You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“You know the look,” you mutter. “Don’t act jealous. We’re talking about a girl who might be dead. I’m not trying to seduce you — right now.”
He gives you his other look, the annoyed one, but that only fuels you. He should know better.
“You still single?” you ask, resting your chin in your palm.
“When was the last time you saw Avery?” he redirects the conversation immediately.
“So yes,” you nod. “I saw her on Wednesday. She took yesterday off for a doctor’s appointment.”
“The whole day?”
“I don’t judge,” you shrug. “Not my business.”
“Alright,” he says. “I think that’s all for now. I should get back to see what Dave found.”
“Come on,” you smirk, standing to your feet with him. “Are we seriously just gonna pretend like nothing ever happened?”
He opens the door and waves for you to leave.
“Alright,” you shrug. “I see how it is.”
~ ~ ~
I don’t need a bouquet, keep the flowers
Let’s go dancing
There was a time, not so long ago
You couldn’t keep your hands off me
Friday night for you normally means going to a bar, but a Friday night after seeing Aaron for the first time in five years definitely means going to a bar.
Dressed in your favorite outfit to make you feel and look as hot as humanly possible, you head to your regular spot. You texted some friends to see if they want to meet up, but a lot are busy, so you don’t expect much.
Picking a stool at the bar, you settle in and order your first drink.
Within minutes, your night is made.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you chuckle to yourself, spotting Aaron as he walks into the bar with Dave and a few others.
Sipping your drink with a smile, you wait for him or Dave to notice you.
Aaron notices you first, but Dave speaks to you first.
“This must be a popular place, huh?” Dave says, nudging your shoulder as he slides up next to you.
“Hey you,” you grin. “It’s the best bar around. You made a good choice.”
“Actually, it was Aaron’s idea to come here.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Ah, I see.” Aaron knows you too well. You had forgotten that.
“Want me to go get him?” Dave asks after ordering his drink.
“Nope,” you smirk. “I’ll get him.”
He laughs. “I don’t doubt that. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like.”
“Just might take you up on that offer,” you smirk. “Let me grab another drink.”
“Let me,” Dave says, waving the bartender down.
You’re never one to turn down a free drink, so you let him get your second one.
“We just closed the case,” he says, watching the bartender prepare your drink. “Avery is home safe and sound, completely unharmed.”
You exhale deeply. “Thank god. Thank you for finding her.”
“It’s what we do,” Dave smiles, squeezing your shoulder. “I’m just glad we got there in time.”
You sense he’s done talking about the case, so you don’t ask any other questions. The bartender hands your drink to you, and you follow Dave back to the table.
Instantly, a man with tattoos circling his arms locks eyes with you, offering a grin that you return.
“This is Y/N,” Dave says.
You smile at everyone, leaving your eyes on Aaron’s just a little longer than necessary. By the time you look away, he’s still looking at you.
Perfect.
After getting through introductions, Emily leaves with JJ to get drinks from the bar. This left you with Aaron, Dave, and Derek, who wasted no time in moving closer to you. And you, naturally, wasted no time in leaning closer to him.
Across from you, Aaron’s jaw clenches.
“Morgan, don’t you want a drink?” Dave asks.
“I could use a beer,” Morgan nods. “What’d you get, sweetheart?”
“Dave just bought this one for me,” you smile, lifting your glass. “I’ll hit you up later for the next round, yeah?”
Morgan rubs your arm before sauntering away. Emily and JJ return with cocktails. Aaron’s gaze burns holes through your temple. Dave tells wild stories about his experiences with the Mafia.
The night continues just as it began. Emily and JJ accepted Morgan’s move and even shared looks with you when he would stand a little too close. At one point, his arm snaked around your waist, and that was when Aaron abruptly left the table.
You lean into him a little more. You can’t help it. He’s attractive, smells nice, has a killer smile. And charming, my God.
But, as much as you love those things, he isn’t Aaron. And Aaron is who you’ve been trying to get.
You manage to slip away from Morgan to go to the bathroom, or at least that was your excuse. Truthfully, you wanted to look for Aaron. But you didn’t have to. He was there by the bathrooms, waiting for you.
Walking right up to him, you tilt your head. “You there?”
He barely moves, but he looks at you. “What do you want?”
You laugh nervously. “What are you talking about?”
“I know what you’re doing,” he says.
“Is it working?”
“No.”
You narrow your eyes. “I think it might be.”
He takes a deep breath, which is exactly how you know it is working.
“It’s not a good idea,” he says.
“I didn’t say it was.”
“We’re going back to Virginia tomorrow.”
“I’m aware.”
“Y/N.”
“Aaron,” you take a step closer to him. “Come on.” Give in already.
Come on, make a move
If you know what I mean
“We don’t work together,” he says.
“I know,” you reply. “I’m not saying let’s get back together. I’m just saying, let’s have a little bit of fun while you’re here.”
He nods his head back in the direction of the table. “You’re not spending the night with Morgan?”
You glance over your shoulder and shrug. “He’s cute, but he’s not you. I think he knows that.”
Aaron hesitates, shakes his head, then says, “Let me think about it.”
You know what that means, so you roll your eyes. “While you’re doing that, I’ll be dancing.”
Or I can be the girl in
another man’s jeans
Spinning around, you head back to the table, looping your arms through Emily and JJ’s. They gladly let you tug them onto the dance floor, which Morgan already occupies. It didn’t take long for him to spot you three and come over, joining the circle.
The two of you dance a little too close, but you don’t mind. He had to have seen you talking to Aaron, and you know he isn’t dumb. You’re either going back to the hotel with Aaron, or with no one.
~ ~ ~
Rossi has a whiskey double waiting for Hotch by the time he comes back to the table.
“Thanks,” Aaron says, picking up the glass.
“No problem,” Dave smirks. “What did Y/N want?”
Aaron doesn’t budge, his eyes glued to you on the dance floor, your body just too close to Morgan’s for Aaron’s liking. But he can’t be jealous. You’re not his anymore. You haven’t been for years.
Aaron tears his eyes away from you to look at Rossi, and his friend recognizes the look. It’s the same look Aaron had in his eyes when he broke up with you. Like every atom in his body is at war with each other, holding him back from running after you.
“You better ask her before Derek does,” Dave says. “And before she says yes.”
Aaron looks up and over to the dance floor where Derek has his hands on your waist. That’s it.
Leaving his drink on the table, barely half finished, Aaron marches onto the dance floor and grabs you.
“We’re leaving” is all you hear before you feel yourself being pulled away from Morgan. You recognize the feel of Aaron’s hands, though, so you willingly let him drag you away.
As you look over your shoulder, Emily and JJ are waving with grins, and Morgan winks. The plan worked perfectly.
~ ~ ~
Is it me, or is it hot?
What you want, is what I got
The hotel is a short, two-minute walk from the bar, which is perfect for all purposes. Including the current situation.
You were walking “too slow” according to Aaron, so he promptly picked you up bridal-style when you got outside the bar.
Now, inside the elevator at the hotel, he sets you down, but only so he can back you into the wall.
“You drive me insane,” he says, pressing his body against yours, letting you feel him — all of him. With his mouth on your neck, it takes all of your energy to not let your knees buckle right there.
“That was the plan,” you reply, breathless, head spinning from him.
His arms snake around your waist. His fingers are cool against your skin as they wander underneath your shirt. Then, the elevator settles, and he picks you up again, this time throwing you over his shoulder.
“Aaron!” you hiss, worried someone might be in the hall. Thankfully, though, it’s empty, and his room is just around the corner.
He swipes his keycard and kicks the door open, tossing the card and his wallet on the table as the door closes behind him. He flicks the deadbolt into place at the top of the door, ensuring no unwanted disturbances.
Finally, he sets you down on the bed — well, more like, he drops you, and then climbs on top of you.
It’s all so easy. The rhythm the two of you had is so easy to fall back into.
Your hands cup his cheeks to pull his lips to yours while his hands find their place underneath your shirt, pressed against your waist, squeezing, pulling you into him. You spread your legs and wrap them around him, pulling his body down onto yours.
“Fuck,” he groans into your mouth, his hips involuntarily grinding against your lower half. “Fuck.”
You begin to make your move, wanting your tongue in his mouth and his in yours, but he has other ideas, dipping his head to your neck — to your weakest spots.
It doesn’t take long for him to reduce you to a whimpering mess between the biting and sucking at your neck, grinding against you, and holding you still with one hand at the base of your skull.
The feeling of him is so overwhelming, you feel yourself cumming before you even realize what’s happening.
Aaron goes quiet, gentle kisses on your neck. “You just came, didn’t you?” he asks, and you feel him smile against your skin.
Sheepishly, you reply, “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” he says seriously, pulling back to look into your eyes. “I want at least three more out of you.”
Your eyes widen. “Aaron—”
He covers your mouth with his, quieting your protests, knowing that this is exactly what you want.
You’ve never known anyone to distract you as best as Aaron does. Before you know it, your shirt is over your head and your pants are on the floor.
“No bra or underwear?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“It’s laundry day,” you smirk. “Whoops.”
His look turns into a grumpy glare, and you nearly laugh as he’s kicking his pants off and tossing his t-shirt away. “What?”
“You wanted to steal my panties, didn’t you?”
“Be quiet,” he grumbles, laying his body over you once again. “But yes. Obviously.”
“I’ll mail you some,” you say, and you feel him twitch.
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
You grin. “I know.”
He feels your hands on the waistband of his boxers, and he drops his head onto your shoulder, letting you take him out. You know his body almost as well as yours, the right way to hold him, to stroke him. Before long, he’s pulling your hand away, leaving himself right on the edge.
He kisses your lips once, then leaves a trail of pecks all down your body, ending right where you want him.
Your fingers thread through his hair as he kisses your inner thighs, nipping lightly at the skin. On their own, your hips buck, wanting him closer, and he obliges, ready to send you on your way to your second climax of the night.
He holds your hips down as he ravages you, knowing the little touches that send you reeling. You cum embarrassingly fast for the second time tonight, your chest heaving as he doesn’t stop. He eases every last bit of orgasm from you before calming down, kissing all around your legs and hips and stomach.
You claw at his shoulders, wanting him closer and on top of you again. He crawls back up the bed, pausing to kiss you deeply, claiming your mouth with his tongue.
You can tell he’s multitasking, though, preoccupied with rummaging through something on the nightstand. He breaks from kissing you to look up, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“What are you looking for?”
“A condom,” he says. “I don’t— Fuck, I don’t have one.”
“For God’s sake,” you mutter, “just fuck me already.”
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have my hand on your dick right now if I wasn’t sure.”
“Alright, alright.”
He swats your hand away, not because he doesn’t want you to guide him in (because he loves that) but because if you do, he might not last.
He takes his time, remembering the size difference and how long it has been. The last thing he ever wants to do is hurt you.
But you’re not having any of it.
Lifting your hips, Aaron slides home instantly, and cusses when he does. Your eyes close from the blissful feeling of being so full, a feeling you’ve missed much more than you thought.
“Don’t forget you have two left,” he says, breathing hard in between each word.
“If you can last,” you tease, knowing the exact reaction it’ll get out of him — because it’s the one you want.
“Oh, I’ll last,” he says, lifting himself up. “You might be sore tomorrow.”
You grin. “That a promise?”
“It is now.”
And he keeps it.
There’s something about the way Aaron fucks you. You’ve never been able to place it, other than the fact that there is no one like him. You don’t know what it is, or what it could be, but you will never get enough of him.
He fucks without mercy, especially when you egg him on. He knows your weaknesses, the way you love when his whole weight is on top of you, pressing him impossibly deep. You don’t know when you cum for the third time, but it must be around the time when his hips start stuttering.
He regains his composure enough to slip out of you and roll you onto your side, thrusting back into you with ease. Your cries echo off the walls as he holds you against him, tonguing your ear, sucking a hickey where no one can see.
At this angle he reaches all the spots you can’t. All the spots that haven’t been touched since he left. All the spots that have been aching for him for so long.
When you cum for the fourth time, it immediately sends him over the edge, thrusting as deep as he can into you. You thrash in his arms from the overstimulation and he holds you, shushing your cries as his hips thrust gently.
On his final thrust, you ask him to stay inside. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you against him, like he’s wanted to for the past five years.
