Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, period sex, protected sex, very light mean!dom!hotch (will have more dom!hotch in full fic), petnames (baby and princess), mentions of oral and fingering but doesn't actually happen. I think that's all but let me know if I missed anything!
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He likes to make you squirm and even now he can't help that need he has to make you wait. He doesn't move until you're squirming beneath him and practically begging him to start. He finally does, and he shushes your little begging whimpers.
"Okay, princess, okay. Just calm down, baby. I'll take care of you, just like I always do. Right?" He asks and looks down at you before kissing the pout off of your face and chuckling. He starts slow again to ensure you're comfortable and ready for more before he gets to the harder thrusts that he knows you enjoy.
When you are left as a moaning mess under him, he knows he can go a little faster now. He paws at your tits and rolls your nipples between his fingers before bringing his lips to wrap around one of them. It has you throwing your head back and his free hand goes to cradle the back of your head.
The feeling of Aaron's cock sliding in and out of your cunt feels even more intense right now and it may be one of the most amazing feelings you have ever experienced. The way he is stroking your walls is definitely distracting you from the pain that you've been feeling for the past day and a half.
Aaron relishes in the sound of your moans each time he thrusts into you so deeply that it makes you see stars. The feeling of you arching up into him and the way you clench around his length so tightly has him on edge already. It seems more intense for him right now too and he can't wait for his release, but he has to hold off for as long as he can because he didn't get to prep you the way he likes which means you didn't get to cum on his tongue and fingers multiple times like you normally do before he takes you.
A ‘sorry’ is muffled into Aaron’s tear-stained tee shirt as his firm but gentle hand on your back reminds you to breathe, and when he clutches you closer to his chest, he feels his heart shatter into a million pieces. “Shhh,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay, I promise. Tell me what happened. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”
It was as if your brain had been waiting on those words - for Aaron’s permission to open the floodgates – and 10 minutes later, you still weren’t done.
“Aaron, I-” you stutter, clutching onto the bottom of his shirt, voice cracked and raspy from crying. “I just don’t know why he would do that to me. He told me he would wait until I was ready! And physically? I felt ready, I really did. But mentally? I knew, I knew I couldn’t have sex with him. God, I’m so stupid! I should have just done it and got it over with. No one will ever want to have sex with a fucking twenty-four-year-old virgin!”
Aaron peers down at you, and with the most stoic face you’ve ever seen, asks “Want me to go kick his ass?” It shouldn’t make you laugh, not when you’re so heartbroken, but it does; it makes you belly laugh, and now you’re crying for a completely different reason.
Aaron grins, and as he listens to you laugh in his arms for the first time all night, he doesn't think he’s heard a more beautiful sound in his life. Kissing your hair, he moves his hand to your leg, rubbing soft circles there. “I wouldn’t do that in fear of losing my job,” he chuckles, tilting your head up to meet his eyes, “but I am serious, angel.” Brushing your hair out of your face, he speaks again, and when he does, his voice is softer than before. “There is nothing wrong with you for waiting - nothing at all. The right man, or woman, for that matter, won’t care if you’ve had sex yet or not. Virginity is just a social construct and means nothing, I promise. When you do find that person, they will love you unconditionally and treat you like a queen because you deserve nothing less than that, okay?”
You don't realize it until now - until you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer - that you’ve been subconsciously touching him this entire time. From his arms to his chest, your hands have been touching and caressing every inch of his body you could get your hands on. You told yourself the only reason you were touching him was because he made you feel comfortable, safe even, but if you were honest with yourself you knew there was a bigger reason.
you not being able to take your eyes off of stepdad!Hotch while you swim in your moms pool and so when you go to bed that night, he overhears your pretty little moans and helps you ♥️♥️
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
Aaron hadn't been surprised at all to hear what you were doing. He'd felt your gaze on him throughout the day, your eyes dragging eagerly down his frame, concentrated on the tight swimwear he'd chosen for the day at the pool.
So hearing your poorly-muffled moans from down the hall hadn't shocked him in the slightest.
He slipped out of bed, checking to be sure that your mother was still fully asleep on her side of the bed. He shut the door behind him, padding softly down the hallway to stand outside of your room.
The door was shut, but barely concealing any sound. He could hear the soft squeak of your bedsprings, your hips surely bucking up around your fingers as your other hand covered your mouth.
The squeaking started getting louder and faster, and before he could think twice about what he was going to do, Aaron burst through the door, towering over your mortified frame on the bed.
"Oh my god!" You scrambled for a blanket, your nude form displayed for him over the mattress, "Oh my god, oh my god!"
Aaron realized that your words were still muffled, even though both of your hands were keeping a blanket draped over you. His eyes drifted to your mouth, his stomach lurching as he noticed one of his ties stuffed between your teeth to muffle your moans.
It gave him all the confidence he needed, stepping forward and reaching for the tie. You spit it out in humiliation, your eyes clenched shut as you avoided his intimidating eye contact.
"I don't think this belongs to you." He mused, his voice low and slightly raspy.
"Aaron, I- I'm so sorry," You started, tears brimming in your eyes and wetting your lashes, "I swear nothing like this will ever happen again, I- I didn't mean to cross any boundaries or anything-""
As soon as your mouth opened wide to accommodate your words, Aaron stuffed his slick, spit-stained tie back into your mouth. Your eyes flew open at the silky material on your tongue, meeting his in confusion.
"Keep quiet," He perched on the edge of your bed, sitting below your hips and watching your gaze follow his movements intently, "We can't wake up your mom."
"I- Are you going to..." You didn't dare finish your question, too scared of rejection, and perhaps equally intimidated by a confirmation.
"Yes." He raised his eyebrows, checking once for permission, "Do you want me to?"
You hesitated for only a moment, then nodded eagerly. He let a soft smile take over his features, the expression sending a swarm of butterflies through your tummy.
"I thought so. Okay, sweetheart, hands off. It's my turn now."
Im sooo thinking stepdad!hotch thots rn SPECIFICALLYYY imagine reader (18+ ofc) gets caught shoplifting, of course while she’s waiting to be questioned n shit she pulls out the “do you have any idea who my stepdad is!” Card, hoping that would let her off the hook.
But of course, he gets called to come pick her up, and before they leave Hotch is like “don’t worry! I’ll make sure you definitely don’t see her again” and when you get home Aaron is slamming you against the wall and telling you off before he drags you to the couch and bends you over his knee!!
stepdad! hotch punishing the reader for coming home late at night. (maybe she's wearing something skimpy and has hickeys on her neck) 🤭
you're amazing btw!! your stories make me feral 😩
Jealousy
Warnings: stepdad!hotch, jealous/possessive!hotch, mentions of r having a fwb relationship, mentions of masturbation (not described), mentions of sex (not described), language, one could say this is more angsty than my other fics, let me know if I missed anything!
Pairing: Stepdad!hotch x fem!reader
Word count: 1k
A/n: This is a fantastic idea! Thank you for sending it in and for your compliment 🥹 I am glad my stories can do that ;) There is no real smut in this but because of the pairing and slight mentions of sex this is NSFW. I am open to writing a part 2 of this one!
“Where have you been?” is the first thing you hear when you walk in the door. You thought that maybe, just maybe Aaron would have gone to sleep instead of waiting up for you. You thought that you would be able to sneak in and go unnoticed. He would have to leave for work before you would be up and you would be able to avoid him confronting you. No such luck.
You let out a sigh and your head falls back dramatically. “Nowhere important. I just went out with a friend.” It’s not necessarily a lie. The guy you were with is a friend, but there may be some occasional benefits too. It was just a drink and a quick fuck. It didn’t really mean anything. It was just a way to release some stress that you’ve been feeling lately and accidentally create more stress for your stepdad.
The dishevelled sight of you in front of him is something he absolutely hates. The messy hair, the smudged lipstick, the already too-short dress that was pulled back down after your encounter but not quite all the way as it still rides up your thighs more than it normally would, and the marks on your neck are enough to have a slight wave of anger flooding through him. He only wants to see that if he is the one that caused it. But to see another guy’s work? It pisses him off. You’re his, or at least he wants you to be. The two of you haven’t actually gone that far yet, but you both know that it is only a matter of time before you do.
“A friend? One that you got all dressed up for and left all of those hickeys on your neck?” Aaron speaks coldly with a clear hint of suspicion and doubt as he crosses his arms over his chest. Part of you is a tad embarrassed to be in this situation right now, but the other part of you that loves to be bratty and push his buttons from time to time is winning that conflict inside of you right now.
“Yeah, maybe. It’s not any of your business, Aaron. I wanted to have a night out and have a little fun, what’s so bad about that?” You mirror him, crossing your arms in the same way that he is. Your attitude has Aaron clenching his jaw. That jaw that you would give just about anything to kiss and nibble on.
He takes a few steps closer to you and his head tilts slightly in that way that for some reason always distracts you. He hesitates and stands there just looking at you with a glare that you swear is sharp enough to pierce right through you and the door behind you. When Aaron finally answers you his voice comes out low and dark. “Because I don’t like it and I don’t think you should be seeing him.” He made it sound like something he was declaring. Like it’s his choice and he gets the final say on the matter.
This is ridiculous. He thinks he can tell you who you can go out to see?
“Then what would you suggest, Aaron? Who am I allowed to see?” That bratty tone comes out again and he has to take a deep breath in so that he doesn’t snap. Everything inside of him wants to push you up against that door behind you and tell you who you really belong to, to fuck you silly until you forget about everyone except for him. He wants to tell you that he knows you’re always thinking of him when you are taking care of your needs whether you’re doing so with the help of another person or if it’s by yourself. He wants to say that you can’t see anyone but him. He holds back. He wants to give in more than he could express, but he still manages to stop himself from acting on all of those thoughts.
You wish he would say and do all of those things. You would love nothing more than to let Aaron absolutely ruin you however he sees fit. You know he wants to and you’ve tried to push him over that edge, but he has way more self-control than you had originally thought he did. That doesn’t mean that you haven’t watched it slowly crumble over time though. You know it won’t take much more to finally break him down completely and when you do, you know that he is going to break you. Especially with how long all of these feelings and emotions have been building up. The tension between the two of you is palpable at all times when you’re around each other.
To your surprise he chooses to back down this time. He steps back closer to where he was before and looks down at the floor with a slight huff. He’s jealous, but he’s containing it. For now.
“Just…go to bed. I”ll see you after work tomorrow.” He grumbles and walks away. He goes to get a drink and sits quietly in his office, thinking about you and how he could treat you better than whatever ‘friend’ you saw tonight. He wants to be the one you go to for a good time. He wants to teach you a lesson and claim you as his. He wants to tell you that no one else can do those things you both dream of him doing to you. But for now Aaron has decided that it’s not quite the right time.
You watch him get his drink and close the door of his office behind him before you go to your room. You had hoped that he would snap tonight and make you unable to walk the next day, but your luck was against you yet again. It made you feel a little disappointed and your heart sank just slightly. But there was one thing that really stuck in your mind as you walked away.
Accidentally wrote another stepdad!hotch fic because of an ask soooo that will be posted very soon 🥹😅. Now to work on the other fics I have been writing 😵💫😵💫.
Anyone wanting to be tagged for this fic let me know! It's different from the one I will be posting a snippet of!
