we really, really should
summary: DBF! hotch and you are finally official. He finally takes you out, unfortunately, you run into more ‘friends’ at the bar. hotch cannot hide his, burning, seething jealousy. Suddenly, your back is pressed against his front door and your brain is being fucked out. WE REALLY SHOULDNT PT2. PLEASE REBLOG!!!
warnings: MDNI, age gap, dbf!hotch, f!reader, jealous!hotch, unprotected PIV (WRAP IT), fingering, slight size kink, dom! hotch, slight dumbification.
wc: 2.7k
You got the text at midday. Not expecting much, just the usual spam email, or selling you something, last week one about a broom and another about all of your money being taken.. But it wasn't.
Wear something black. 8pm. -АН.
You roll your eyes at the initials, he didn't have to be so formal, you did have his number saved as Aaron.
I know who you are, you don't have to sign off.
And short.
You flush at that, heat climbing to your cheeks and mind racing of everything you had in your wardrobe. Five hours, five hours too little to get ready.
You'd turned your entire wardrobe inside out, trying on the insane amount of LBD's you had. How short was too short? Mid thigh, you weren't a nun.
You'd decided on the one that settled right under your ass, and would definitely ride up throughout the night.
Perched on the edge of your couch, nibbing on the ends of your nails. Eyes darting to every notification that lit up the screen of your phone. Finally, it came.
I'm outside.
Trying to not be too eager, you take your sweet time grabbing your bag and putting your ID, card and way too many lip glosses in to the pocket. He was waiting where he always did, right near the door to the parking lot, stood at the passenger door, one of his feet crossed over the other.
"Good Evening." He pops open the car door, motioning for you to get in.
"Hello," You lean into his side, before climbing in and him clicking the door shut behind you, "So what's the occasion?" You ask as he twists the key and the engine roars to life.
"You actually being able to use your real ID." You don't miss the smirk on his face and snicker slightly.
"Ah, a belated birthday outing." Your head hits the rest behind you, watching the city whiz by. "Feeling sorry for missing my actual birthday?"
"I was called away on a case." He states, hands clasping the wheel. "But yes I am sorry, I missed your birthday."
Your hand strokes up his thigh and he clears his throat, eyes darting down to to it. "I don't care that you missed my birthday, you're a very important man. Now spill, where are you taking me."
Your hand was unabashedly stroking his bulge, fingers trailing the seam of his trousers. A deep groan erupting from his chest, shoulders tensing making the veins on his forearms appear.
"You'll find out when we get there." He rolls his eyes at your impatience, head turning to peer out of the window and you swiftly remove your hand from him, leaving it to rest on your own thigh. "You're cruel."
"And you won't tell me where we're going." Your voice ticks up, teasing him and keeping your hands far far away from his dick.
"Stop your whining, we're here."
Unbuckling and stepping out, heels clicking on to the concrete. Arm wrapping around yours and leading you not too far down the street to a bar. The sign on front was lit up neon blue, casting a sheen over the two of you.
"Oh so you're getting me drunk?" You giggle. "I hope you're not planning to take advantage of me."
"I would never do such a thing." His arm wraps around your neck pulling you into the crook of his arm. The both of you flash your ID's to the bouncer, him not even glancing at Aarons but taking a second longer to glance at yours.
"Have a good evening guys." The bouncer is flippant as he waves you in, the heat from the bar hitting immediately same with the wave of loud music enveloping you.
You scan the room, it's very busy. It's packed like sardines, Aaron makes a path up to the bar. "What do you want to drink?" He leans down, hands winding down to your hips, the ghost of his breath fanning over your ear.
"Just a beer." You lean back into him, back pressed into his front, you could feel the hardness of his muscles under his shirt.
He motions to the bartender and two cold, crisp pints slide across the bar and into your hand. The two of you make your way to a corner, its less rammed there, you can hear him speak. Your back hits the wall and its cool on your exposed skin, sticking to the sweat and sending a shiver down your back.
"When I said short." A finger drags up from the crook of your knee to the swell of your ass, meeting the fabric that clung there tightly. "I didn't mean show the whole world your ass." He pinches the fabric in between his fingers and pulling it down slightly.
"I was just following your instructions, maybe you should have been more clear." A mischievous smile creeps up your cheeks. "God knows how you run a team of FBI agents." You take a long, cool sip from your drink.
"Careful."
He pinches your ass this time, it stings and you yelp quietly. The smile never leaving your face.
You finish the rest of your drink, handing him the empty glass. "I'm going for a cigarette. You're welcome to come." You push off of the wall, and snake through the small gap that he'd left between the two of you. You don't miss his disapproving stare.
"I'll get us another drink." He sighs, dropping your hand as you make your way to the side entrance, out to the benches where the smoking area resided.
You'd just lit the thing and put it in your mouth, barely even taking a drag before you heard it, someone calling your name and walking towards you, shrouded in the darkness,
"John." You smile up at him, blowing the smoke away from him. "How are you?"
"I'm doing good, what are you doing in a place like this?" He looks around, sitting down next to you.
"Ah. I'm with someone." You bite your lip.
"So you finally settled down?" He laughs. "Never thought you would, you were very wild."
"Eh, not exactly."
Always with the perfect timing, Aaron steps out with another two pints in hand, almost slipping put of his grip at the sight of you with someone else.
"Aaron!" You call, beckoning him over with a wave of your hand.
You take the drink and motion for him to sit down next to you. He doesn't.
"Who's this?" He asks, glaring daggers at John, eyes darting between the pair of you.
"John. He is- was my friend." You give him a thin lipped smile, sipping from your drink just wanting the ground to swallow you up whole.
"Wild one isn't she?" John snorts, "Can't tie her down, don't let her out of your sight or she might jump ship."
“Shut up.” You roll your eyes so hard you’re sure you see the front of your brain and your shoulder jabs into his ribs.
“What?” He scoffs, “You were having great fun to me, and then someone else caught your fancy.”
You start to chug your pint, the cool liquid sitting heavy in your stomach. Aaron just simply raises an eyebrow, the muscles in his jaw jumping.
“What was his name? Rob, that was it. The accountant.” He wags his finger and your cheeks burn hot. With that his friends call him over and he disappears back into the darkness.
You’d finished your drink quickly, the glass clinking on the bench. He stares at you in silence and you take a long drag of your cigarette, blowing it away from him this time.
“How many… friends, do you have?” His hand his on his hip, his pinky and ring finger dipping into his pocket.
“It sounds worse than it is.” You bite your lip. “I left because he had whiskey dick.”
He doesn’t find that funny, still staring down at you.
“Put that out, we’re leaving.” His statement is one and done, pouring the rest of his pint down the drain, barely sipped the foam from being poured still sitting on the top.
“What! We just got here.” You pout, grasping your knees, the ash falling to the toe of your boot.
“It seems like everyone here knows you.”
“It’s one guy!” You exclaim, throwing your hands up dramatically. Then someone else calls your name from behind again, and you hide behind your hair.
“We are leaving.” He repeats.
You put out your cigarette, stamping it out under your boot and leaving your half drank pint on the bench.
His hand grasps yours, leading you away from the bar and down the street. Heels clicking on the pavement, echoing around the empty streets.
His silence makes you nervous, you squeeze his hand, feeling his knuckles on your fingers. The glint of his car in the night finally appears, he still opens the door. Your brain tries to reason with you, that means he can’t be THAT mad.
“Buckle yourself in.”
The tone, that cool, unbending tone told you that you were dealing with Unit chief Hotchner, not Aaron.
You do as your told and the seatbelt clicks into place. The ride back is so quiet that you can hear the tires rolling across the gravel. You don’t even think about reaching across the console and stroking his cock, well it does cross your mind but you shake it out. Refusing to sit still, squirming in the leather seat and flipping down the small mirror. Reapplying your lipgloss.
The buildings that pass aren’t familiar, this wasn’t the way to your apartment. It was more suburb than city, the tall apartment buildings and the hustle and bustle turned into a quieter, sleepier town houses.
You were going to his place.
He pulled into the driveway, the car screeching to a halt. He throws out the door, not opening yours this time. Marching straight to the front door and you trail behind him, following hot on his heels.
You get in, he kicks off his shoes and so do you.
"Look." You sigh.
You barely get a word out, the rest of the upcoming sentence knocked out of you. Your back hits the door. He cages you in, thick forearms on either side of your head and his lips suck on your neck. Teeth scraping over the sensitive skin making your toes curl into the hardwood floor.
“Aaron!” You cry, your hands grasping the front of his shirt desperately. The fabric wrinkles in between your fingers, ruining the ironing he’d definitely ran over it earlier.
“Shh.” He whispers, his hands fingering the straps of your dress and letting them fall to the sides. “I don’t want to hear it.” The bottom of it gets hiked up, making your ass shake as it clings above your hips.
“But-.” You try, he silences you with a searing kiss, rolling down the top part of the dress and exposing your tits to the cool air of his house.
His foot nudges between yours, spreading your legs and pinning you to the door with the sheer size of him.
Hand shaking down, between the valley of your tits, lightly stroking your stomach and coming to rest on your pelvis. His fingers peek inside the waistband of your thong, sliding in and hovering right above where you so desperately wanted him to stroke.
“Mmph.” You groan into his mouth. Your hips buck upwards to his hand. He smiles into your kiss, teeth reaching out and nipping at your bottom lip.
Then he does it, hands curve all the way down. Two thick fingers press into you, filling you. Simultaneously, his thumb hits your clit with soft, smooth circles as his fingers pump mercilessly.
He pulls away from your mouth with a wet pop, just in time to hear the loud, borderline pornographic moan that pulls from your throat. It echoes in the small space of the entry way as your head leans against his front door. “Aaron fuck!”
The laugh that hits your ears is teasing, your eyes half lidded as you gaze up at him. His fingers make an erotic squelch come from you every time he fucks them deep inside you. You’re pretty sure the only way you’re still upright on your feet is his fingers keeping you in place.
His thumb speeds presses harder into your clit. “Oh my God!” You almost scream, his thumbs precision on your clit and the pads of his fingers has you running to the edge at lightening speed.
“Are you close baby?” He whispers into your ear.
That’s all you needed, his voice vibrating in your ear and sending an ice cold chill down your spine. The muscles in your thighs tremble, toes curled and back so slick with sweat that you’re suctioned to the door. Your pussy clenches around him, squeezing his fingers tightly as he keeps fucking you through your orgasm.
You’re still panting when he’s leading you somewhere else, you don’t catch much of the living room before you’re pushed over the back of the couch. It was blue, and soft, the fabric under your hands.
“You’re so wet.” The head of his cock hits your clit as he shuffles forward and the clink of his belt buckle on the hardwood floor has your stomach turn in anticipation.
It hits the outside of your entrance, barely pushing in. You try to push back, he grabs your hips and pushes you flush with the couch. He clicks his tongue and his fingers tap against your skin.
“Should I fuck you? Hmm?” He presses forward slightly, then stops, then presses forward again just barely sinking into you.
You feel your hair slip to the side as you look back over your shoulder. “Please!” You whine, hips stuttering and pulling your lip into your mouth.
“I’m not sure.”
He slips his cock down and slaps it against your clit, your arms give out slightly. They buckle at the elbows.
“Please fuck me! Aaron.” Your dress is still clinging to your midriff, wet with sweat.
He doesn’t give you an answer with words, he just sinks right in and bottoming out. This time your elbows do buckle and your cheek comes to rest on the blue fabric. Feet tipping off the floor.
Again, he has no mercy. Using you roughly, each pump lurching you - and probably the couch, forward.
Your moans are muffled by the cushion pressing into your cheek, the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth leaving a dark spot on the fabric.
His strong arm wraps around your middle, pulling you back up to your hands and caging you in again. He’s heavy on top of you as he fucks you, his back, still in his shirt, pressing into you.
Puffs of air escape from your lips at each thrust, still so sensitive from your last orgasm, walls fluttering around him.
“Who do you belong to?” His voice is deep and guttural almost a growl.
“You.” Your voice comes out in a whisper, and another loud, high pitched moan comes when his middle finger reaches for your clit again.
“That’s right. This pussy is mine.”
“Fuck! Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!” You say his name like a prayer as you cum again, squeezing his thick cock in a vice like grip.
He whispers your name as his own hips stutter and with one deep thrust he releases inside of you. The two of you stay like that for a moment, his hands holding you to his chest and panting like you’d just ran a marathon.
Pulling you up, cock still inside, he presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
“I couldn’t stand him talking to you like that.” Aaron was back, his fingers now brushing your hair from your shoulder. “Sorry if I was too rough.”
“No no, I loved it.” You smile, “I think that was the hardest I came, like ever.”
“I’ll run you a bath.” His fingers stroke your spine and he finally pulls out, his cum running down your legs.
“Be quick, wouldn’t want to stain your newly waxed hardwood floor.” You give him a knowing look.
“Oh shut up.” He rolls his eyes and disappears up the stairs. A couple of seconds later you hear the water run.
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a/n: Thanks for this request i had such a good time writing it!!!! also sorry i disappeared. I was supposed to post this but i got spiked and then had like a 4 day hangover.. whoops.
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