In Control
Summary: Aaron is always in control - as the unit chief and as your boyfriend. When you notice he’s buckling under his own pressure, you decide to flip the tables.
Tags: MNDI, 18+, smut, multiple orgasms, prostate orgasm, pegging, not really sub/dom but Aaron Hotchner is not in charge for once (for a change). Small aftercare mentioned.
*Haven’t really written for Hotch but wanted to try. Any and all constructive criticism welcome. Thanks for reading!
Aaron Hotchner, the stoic unit chief of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, who rarely let himself display his own emotions, whose small grin made you feel like you had won the lottery, was an absolute mess underneath you.
His face was flushed and his mouth had fallen open on its own accord, low moans escaping as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His thick fingers grasped at your waist, the bedsheets, your thighs - wherever he could find purchase as he desperately tried to ground himself. There wasn’t a single thought in his head, all he could do was feel you surrounding him.
Dominating your very alpha male, in control at all times, boyfriend was something you had dreamed about many times. You and Aaron had discussed it early on in your relationship, and he admitted how he had wanted to be pegged in the past, to experiment with different things, but Haley didn’t want to experiment, she had hated the very idea, and to avoid fighting, and because he was embarrassed, he’d agreed with her and tried to never think of it again. The older he got, the more dominant he became, and soon the very idea of someone taking control of him was a long forgotten memory. When you’d brought it up, he’d been hesitant, but open to the possibility.
The problem was that Aaron couldn’t even let you ride him without thrusting up into you from below, using his large hands to guide your hips at a pace he set. He’d always start out letting you do what you’d like but it would never last long enough. He simply liked being in control of both his own pleasure and yours. He just wanted to make sure you were completely pleased.
However, lately you had noticed cracks in his carefully kept facade. The mask he wore day in and day out was slipping, as he felt pressure from all directions. The man who craved control suddenly had too much going on, and found himself bowing to the weight he held on his shoulders.
Which is why you had decided that since he wouldn’t let you help him carry his load (the stubborn fool), you would take control the one way you possibly could.
Which is how you ended up buying a strap on and an o-ring harness. Part of you had wanted to get a cock the same size as his, but a much larger part of you wanted him to enjoy this, to want it again. So you settled for a slightly thicker than normal beginners cock, one with thick veins running through it, similar to his own. With a large bottle of water based lube, and new lingerie in his favorite color, the first part of your plan was in motion.
The next part of your plan was slightly deceptive. He’d stayed late at the office, wanting to finish everything so he didn’t have to come in on a rare Saturday off. When he got home, he found that you had two fluffy towels laid out on the bed, massage oil lying nearby. You had kissed him on the cheek before leading him to the bathroom, turning the water to the temperature he liked before giving him another gentle kiss, walking out of the room in a short robe he’d gifted you months before.
He had smiled softly at your retreating figure, wondering what he had done in a past life to be lucky enough to have you in this one.
After a rather long shower where he allowed the hot water to ease his tense muscles, Aaron walked out of your joint bathroom, water dripping down his chest and a towel hung carelessly low on his hips. You’d been seated on the bed, playing on your phone but looked up as soon as you heard him. He had planned to lean over to kiss you, but you beat him to it, jumping up from the bed and encouraging him to lie face down.
He managed to give you a real kiss before he obeyed, whispering his thanks against your lips. It was a testament to how exhausted he truly was that he didn’t notice your small smirk.
With the towel dropped on the floor, Aaron lay naked on your bed, a groan escaping him as he stretched. Your eyes greedily took in the picture of his firm ass, his large biceps flexing, his strong back, and his deliciously thick thighs before reminding yourself to stick to your plan.
You dimmed the lights, then straddled him, applying the oil to your hands before starting at the base of his neck and working outwards. Aaron wasn’t ever truly vocal with his own pleasure, but he let himself make noises of appreciation as your hands worked out the knots he was covered in. By the time you had finished his shoulders and back, you were impatient and wet, clenching your thighs together. His low moans of appreciation had gone straight to your core, and you were eagerly hoping he’d agree to step 3. Even though you had no plans of getting off tonight, the very idea of what might happen was more than enough.
Sensually, you caressed his ass, squeezing the round globes before giving them a light smack. Aaron jolted, letting out a surprised laugh, turning his head to look at you with that small grin you loved. Gone was unit chief Hotch, and just Aaron your boyfriend was left. The grin turned to a look of surprise as you kneaded the firm flesh, and he shifted around as your hands moved down his meaty thighs and back up, pushing his legs apart to knead the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs and the muscle where his thighs met his ass. An actual moan escaped him, although he had tried to muffle it by turning his head back into the pillow. Slowly, you moved your fingers to lightly trace over his sensitive hole. You watched as his breath caught, and you decided to finally speak,
“Could I make you feel good, handsome? Will you let me take control and give you what you deserve?”
Aaron moved to lean on a forearm, and you watched as he swallowed. His eyes were already blown wide, and he licked his lips before raising his hand to your face. He brought you in for a deep kiss, only breaking apart to murmur deeply,
“You think you can dominate me, sweet girl?”
He had a smirk in his face that you wanted to fuck off of him, and you smirked yourself, standing from the bed and slowly untying your robe, letting it pool at your feet to reveal the new lingerie and harness already on. You obviously had surprised the head profiler, and his jaw dropped just slightly before he remembered himself, swallowing once more.
“I know I can, if you’re willing to try. Please, honey, let me make you feel good”.
Aaron looked at your face, and felt his heart grow. He knew you weren’t doing this just for yourself, but that you truly wanted to make him feel the best, to give him pleasure instead of him having to take it. He indicated that he wanted to see your new purchases, and he couldn’t deny that his breathing picked up as you showed him the beginners cock you had settled on. You showed him how it fit in the harness, as well as the lube, and then told him how you would prepare him, letting him see every step of your plan. You knew he wouldn’t agree to anything blindly, and you still held on to hope that once you reached that final step, he’d stop being so logical and just let himself feel. There was no doubt in his eyes when he agreed to try this with you, and you promised to stop if he didn’t like it.
Within minutes of the talk, your hands were back on him, teasing over his skin, causing small goosebumps to appear. Your hands went over his hips, your finger tips brushing against the bed as you curled your hand around him. It was torturous, how close you’d come to brushing against his cock just for your fingers to dart away, touching another part of him that he hadn’t known was so sensitive.
Once you had thoroughly relaxed his muscles, you poured a healthy amount of lube on your hand, going back to teasing his hole. The moment you applied pressure, Aaron tensed, and you cooed at him, your clean hand rubbing up and down his back. His breath hitched when you entered him - only one finger, up to the knuckle and he let out a deep breath as you gave him time to adjust to the sensation. You started shallowly thrusting your finger in and out of him, not pushing all the way in until he was completely relaxed. The moment you fully entered him, he let out a surprised groan, and he felt his cheeks flushing. You had only just started and he already was rock hard. When you added a second finger and curled them, brushing against that sweet spot inside him, he swore softly. He didn’t have to see you to know you were grinning as you continued softly talking to him, telling him how proud of him you were.
Now that he was used to the sensation, you pulled your fingers out of him, moving your hands to his hips to encourage him lift up. He ended up on his hands and knees and he let out a huff of laughter when you pushed his back down, as he had done to you so many times before.
“I’m going to make you cum at least twice tonight, sweetheart. Think you can handle it?” You teased him. Your voice was light, but Aaron knew you were also checking in with him, and he decided to tease back.
“Trust me, little one, I can handle whatever you throw at me”.
You threw back your head and laughed, bending down and pressing a kiss to his head. When you straightened, you smacked his ass, but you didn’t laugh when you saw him bite the inside of his cheek, noting the way he reddened and how his cock had twitched. You didn’t mention this observation, just moving behind him and applying lube to your hand once more.
This time, you entered two fingers into him immediately, relishing in the throaty groan that escaped the man before you. You quickened your pace, thrusting in and out of him, curling your fingers. You watched as Aaron’s arms shook and he bit his bicep to hide a low whine. With your free hand, you grasped his short hair, pulling his head up.
“No hiding, Aaron. Let me hear you”.
You punctuated your words by thrusting into him harder, hitting that sweet spot dead on and you were elated at the noise he made.
“Fuck, sweetheart”.
You dumped more lube directly on your hand, scooping some up with the hand currently not thrusting in and out of his ass. Wrapping your arm around his waist, you started stroking his hard cock in time with your thrusts, not starting off slow or gentle. Small swears fell from your boyfriend’s lips and you could hear him panting, struggling to control his breathing. Bending over his back you whispered in his ear, before gently biting the lobe.
“Gonna be good for me, baby? Gonna cum before I even fuck you?”
You twisted your wrist over the head of his cock, squeezing harder as you stroked downward, the lube and his precum making a squelching noise. You could see his thighs shaking, could tell by how his cock felt in your hand that he was close.
He hadn’t replied to your whisper except for a low grunt until he moaned out that he was close. Encouraging him to go over the edge, you kept the steady pace, scissoring your fingers inside him as he toppled over the edge, thick ropes of white cum shooting out over your hand.
“Fuck” he whispered as you continued stroking him through it. You only stopped when he had nothing left to give, slowly pulling your fingers out of him. You let him collapse to the side, pleased when you saw his cheeks flushed and the way he tried to control his breathing. You couldn’t move him on your own, but he moved up the bed when you pushed on his shoulders. He lifted his hips, a small snort escaping him when you put a pillow under his hips. You didn’t give him time to try to wrestle back controlling, leaning down to kiss him deeply.
He moaned into your open mouth when you pinched his nipples, and his breathing picked up as you started kissing and biting your way down his body. He groaned as your fingertips dug into his skin, and his cock hardened when he caught sight of the strap on ready in your harness. You were pressing gentle kisses along all of his scars, and you bit lightly on his small tummy, telling him how attractive he was. His hands twitched, grasping the bed sheets in his hands as you looked up at him.
“Do you want to keep going, handsome?”
“Yes, please don’t stop”.
You smiled at him, nodding and grabbing the lube again. You teased the tip of your strap against his entrance, meeting his eyes as you did so.
His eyebrows had furrowed and his voice held a tinge of impatience,
“Don’t tease”.
You lightly laughed, but decided tonight was about him, so instead of a sarcastic retort you slowly pushed the head of the strap into him.
Aaron’s face changed immediately, a slight wince and you stopped moving, running both your hands over his thighs, cooing once more that he was okay, that you were so proud of him for letting you do this. When his thighs had stopped tensing, you pressed in just a hint further, closely watching his body to make sure he wasn’t in pain or experiencing discomfort. You couldn’t kiss him from this position yet, and instead moved one of his legs up, pressing kisses to his kneecap.
“More” he whispered, flushed pink. You couldn’t tell if he was embarrassed or just turned on, but you obeyed this one command, slowly inching in until you bottomed out. You watched as his eyes fluttered shut, his large hands flexing around the sheets. You pressed further, as deep as you could with this size strap on, and watched as he inhaled sharply, his breathing shaky as he opened his eyes to stare at you.
“You okay, handsome?” You questioned.
He nodded, giving you a small smile and then clearing his throat.
“I… I didn’t know what it would feel like”.
“Yeah? And how does it feel?”
“Full”. He replied immediately.
His head hit the pillow behind him when he saw you smirk. You grabbed more lube as you slowly inched out of, dumping it directly onto the silicone cock. You slowly inched back in, watching as Aaron got used to the movement. When his shoulders lost their tension, you pulled out at the same slow pace before snapping your hips harshly, the strap hitting his sweet spot hard and fast.
Aaron let out the loudest moan you’d ever heard from him and he looked at you with wide eyes.
“Sweet-sweetheart” he tried to talk but you just grinned widely, repeating the motion, getting quicker with the thrusts as Aaron lost it underneath you, and he abandoned the bedsheets, reaching to touch you, to hold on to something as pleasure overtook him.
You moved his other leg up to a bend, pressing his legs up closer to his chest and could see the strap move deeper into him. Aaron let a whimper out, his head thrown back in pleasure.
“Sweetheart - hard-harder, please”
“Since you said please” you murmured, using more force in your thrusts. You hadn’t touched his cock yet, wanted to see if you could get him off without stroking him, and based on his body language you thought it was possible.
Meanwhile, Aaron couldn’t speak. He wanted to tell you how good this felt, how beautiful you looked, how close he was but when he opened his mouth all he could do was groan, trying to hold back noises he’d never made before. His cock slapped against his stomach with your every thrust and when you placed his legs back down on the bed, he carelessly let them fall open, not having the strength to do anything but take what you were giving him.
His cock was throbbing with every hit of his prostate and he could tell this orgasm was going to be different, his entire pelvis tingling. He didn’t know what was happening, couldn’t think straight or long enough to ask. You watched as his thigh muscles twitched and you saw the head of his cock stiffen, could see the large vein pulsing.
“Let go for me, love. Wanna make you feel good, Aaron”. You told him as one of your hands grasped his, fingers automatically entwining.
Two more thrusts and Aaron let out a pornographic moan and started chanting your name. His release shot up over his chest as you continued pounding into him, and he felt like the pleasure coursing through his veins would never end. You slowed the timing of your thrusts, your thighs burning from the workout. Still shallowly thrusting into him, you gripped his cock, pumping it until you were positive it was milked dry. Then, you slowly and gently pulled out of your absolutely spent boyfriend.
He was flushed, sweat coating his hairy chest. The fringe of his hair stuck to his forehead as he panted, eyes closed and one hand over his heart. He felt you remove yourself from him but he didn’t have the energy to open his eyes to see what you were doing. He was too tired to even flinch when he felt you started cleaning his release off of him. He did flinch when you moved to clean the lube off his ass and from his sensitive cock.
“Shhh, it’s okay, love. Just getting you cleaned up” you cooed gently.
He closed his eyes again and hummed, letting you take care of him how he normally took care of you. When you were done, he heard you ask if he could stand or raise himself so you could remove the dirty towel from under him. He tried to swing his legs over the bed but found himself unable to use them, his thighs shaking. You hurriedly removed the towels from him, throwing them in the laundry basket and then you brought over a fresh pair of boxers, helping push his legs through each hole. You pressed a kiss to each thigh and Aaron snorted gently, unable to understand your admiration for that particular body part.
“Hush. Your thighs are sexy, okay?”
He rolled his eyes, lifting his hips to help you and then collapsing back on the bed. His breathing had evened out and he was starting to be able to think again. You brought water over to him, laughing when he chugged the entire bottle and let him lay back down. He heard you turn off the lights, then felt as you pulled the covers up over him before you climbed into bed. Normally, he would open his arms now and spoon you, keeping you safe. Tonight though he listened to the persistent tiny voice telling him you’d take care of him, and moved to lay his head down on your chest, large arms wrapping around you. He couldn’t see your smile at his willingness to let you hold him, nor did he notice it grow bigger when he hummed as you scratched his broad back.
“How was that, Aaron?” You questioned softly.
He lifted his head, blinking sleepily, and kissed you.
“We will definitely do that again. I—” he cut himself off, and his eyes softened. “Thank you, for taking care of me”.
“I love you, Aaron Hotchner. I’ll take care of you anytime”.
Aaron murmured his love and let himself snuggle back into you, falling asleep faster than he ever did. Maybe he did have to always be in control out in the field, with his team. But here with you, he wasn’t SSA Hotchner, wasn’t a unit chief. He was Aaron. Killer of spiders, king of cuddles, and your boyfriend. And he never realized how wonderful that difference was.
