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★ thrill of the hunt ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
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🎃 KINKTOBER PROMPT ➥ hunting kink + unsub!hotch.
CW ➥ outdoor sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv sex ⋆ semi public sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ slight knifeplay ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,8k. SONG ➥ tear you apart , she wants revenge.
SUMMARY ➥ he’s restless. he hasn’t been on a hunt in a while, in fact, since you’ve been together. you’ve never told him to stop, but you can sense he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, coming home late at night covered in blood that isn’t his. so you help him in your own way.
★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★
he’s restless. he hasn’t been on a hunt in a while, in fact, since you’ve been together. you’ve never told him to stop, but you can sense he doesn’t want you to see that side of him, coming home late at night covered in blood that isn’t his. the novelty of domestic life suits him, he likes cuddling with you, lazy mornings.
tonight though, you watch his side profile as he reads, watch his eyes flick over the same page several times, unseeing. he fidgets his knee up and down and slides his hand over his jaw, tapping a finger against his top lip. he’s so handsome, warm looking, alluring, and you realize with a rush that goes from your head to your cunt that you want him.
“hey.” you say, breaking the taut silence of the room, he looks up from his book, blue eyes focussed on yours. “i want us to play a game.” he stares at you while you explain your idea, smirking first with amused adoration, then slightly patronizing as he tilts his head.
“hide and seek? with me that wouldn’t be much of a game honey.”
“no.” shaking your head you stand and stretch your limbs, reveling in the way his dark eyes track your movements.
“i want you to hunt me.”
he pauses, thinking it through for a second. “since you interrupted my reading you better run extra fast.” he almost growls then, his usually sweet eyes gone impossibly dark.
“get to running sweetheart.” his voice low and threatening almost.
“fuck fuck fuck” you mutter out loud, almost forgetting that the whole point of the game is for him to find you. suddenly it feels very real. after all, he’s a killer, using both stealth and skill. one girl is nothing to him, a speck of dirt that is easily rubbed out.
reminding yourself that this man loves you and would never kill you doesn’t stop the pounding in your heart as you pause at a fallen tree, wondering if you can fit inside. you realize the game is exciting you just as much, even though you’ve done this for him, to help his boredom, you feel simultaneously afraid and aroused— it’s confusing as hell.
when people hide on tv or in films it’s never so messy. you cringe as dirt slides over your skin from the tree, matted leaves catch in your hair and your legs are awkwardly twisted. still, you’re inside the rotted trunk, and you’re hidden, at least to regular human eyes. you don’t have to lay still for long before you hear him coming. he’s not attempting to be quiet, but is humming under his breath, almost taunting you.
“i’m coming to get you sweetheart..” he sing-songs and you bite your lip not to whimper.
his footsteps pause, and you imagine him, scanning the trees for any sign of you. the urge to see him in his hunter pose is too much and you peek out through a crack in the tree trunk, you can’t resist a look, even if it costs you the game. he stood, the darkness of the night swallowing him along with the darkness of the forest.
his attitude has changed, and he looks nothing like the soft, charming man you’re used to seeing everyday. his shoulders are tight, his hands twitching by his sides— his left hand hovering above his knife that sits in it’s sheath. he’s grinning, his eyes are two black focused orbs, sweeping the scene.
it is amazing to see him like this, and as he moves towards you in one smooth, animalistic movement fear combines with desire, licking up the bottom of your spine. almost ripping the tree apart he unearths you, pulling you out from your hiding place, his hands under your armpits, lifting you as if you’re a child, or a rag doll— the ice cold blade of the knife pressed against your throat.
“i told you to run” he murmurs, the look in his eyes is dangerous, his chest is heaving with panting breaths, his voice is rough and low and betrays his arousal even if you couldn’t see the outline of his cock pressing hard against the fly of his jeans.
“i did” you whimper as he glares and bends his head to kiss you unrelentingly, nipping your bottom lip viciously.
“not far enough, not fast enough.”
“i tried Aaron, let me up…” you struggle intentionally weak against him and he holds you easily with a snide look in his eyes.
“i won the game.. i should get my prize.”
“your prize? oh… “ you words dissolve into a shameless moan as he simultaneously bites your neck and the cold knife tears through your shirt, his rough hands groping your breasts and pinching your nipples. You moan as you move your fingers to his zipper, yanking it down and pull his aching cock out, hot and throbbing against your palm as you stroke him. his mouth falls open as he lets out a strained breath, moving his larger hand on top of yours to force you to speed up your strokes. he seems to want it rough, and you feel exactly the same way.
his hands hold you easily, cupping your spine as he shoves you down on a patch of dry leaves. he crawls on top of you, his hips jerking a little as if of their own accord. “put your hands above your head.” he commands with a raspy voice and you nod, following the direction, twisting them together as if bound, and looking up at him imploringly.
pinning you with a glare he kisses you again moving his hand inside your underwear— swearing when he finds you soaking, pushing two fingers inside you desperate to feel your heat, before he regains control of himself and moves them teasingly in and out, never quite hard or deep enough. “i see.. you like this, you like the chase?” he asks. you moan pathetically, eyes rolling back.
“i like being caught.” you pant, trying to grind down against his hand hard enough to get yourself off.
“turn over.” he groans. “if you like being hunted like an animal i’m going to fuck you like one.”
thrilled, you scramble on all fours, glad to be off the hard ground— you wonder somewhere in the back of your mind if he’s doing this for your comfort. he hovers over you and you hear the clink of metal as he undoes his belt, the sound sending an unexpected bolt of arousal through you, he pulls back on your hips so your ass is cushioned against him and pushes inside you with one smooth stroke, not waiting to let you adjust before starting to move. you cry out as he sinks in and out over and over.
you clench your eyes shut as you shamelessly moan. he grins darkly, moving his fingers between your legs and rubbing your clit as he plows deeper inside you. you scramble for something to hold but he just holds you, fucking into you and you have no choice just to let him bounce you on his cock, let him touch you until you feel as if you were about to explode.
“Aaron! fuck.. please..” you plead, not even sure what you’re begging for as he slides one hand up your throat, pressing the cold blade flat against the hot skin of your throat. your thighs pressing together make you feel even tighter to him, and the sounds leaving his lips against your ear, the filth spilling from his usually smooth and composed self even during sex gives you a clue he’s just as lost as you are.
“scream all you want, no one can hear you out here.." he mutters in your ear. His lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he urges you towards your climax both with his filthy words and the never ending stroke of his fingers against your sensitive bundle of nerves. bucking back against him you let yourself go, clenching around him and riding out the pleasure as you cry out, tears trickling down your cheeks. he holds you as you fall apart, pausing just to revel in the sensations before he picks up his brutal pace again, the knife being thrown down into the dirt as his arm reaches around your throat, resting against your shoulders.
he thrusts a few more times, his balls slapping against your cunt so deliciously as he finally comes inside you with a loud guttural moan, his warm cum painting your walls as he fucks it into you.
He pulls out, his sticky cum pouring out of your abused hole— dropping onto the leaves with obscene splats. he hovers above you on the forest floor for a few moments before he comes back to himself, realizing you’re both outside at night on damp leaves amongst bugs and god knows what else. he let’s out a shuddered groan as pulls you up. your knees shake shamefully and you lean into his solid side with a grateful sigh.
he helps you back to the house, shoving you in front of the fireplace, not speaking while he fusses round you, washing the dirt off your face with a warm washcloth, picking the leaves out of your hair and frowning at the scratches on your arms as if they personally offended him.
“i’m okay..” you reassure him, your eyes heavy with post-sex bliss. you wonder how you can convince him that you enjoyed the game and that you are not so breakable as he thinks. he knows you well though, and as he lifts you up to bed and pulls you on top of him, your head resting on his hot chest. he nips at your ear, sending a wave of lust through your exhausted body.
“we are definitely doing that again..” squealing quietly with glee you hug him tighter to you and slowly fall asleep, happy knowing you have a man who is willing to take such good care of you, but also fuck you into the ground with a knife against your throat if you ask for it.
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★ gentle hands ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
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CW ➥ reader has issues with eating ⋆ very brief mention of an alcohol problem ⋆ mention of binge eating or not eating ⋆ sweet and sappy comfort fic ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,3k. SONG ➥ chocolate mint , duster.
SUMMARY ➥ you've always had issues with food, you either eat too much, or not enough, or not at all. you've always struggled with it yourself, but now that you live together with Aaron it's a little difficult to avoid or hide. so when you tell him about your struggles, he comforts you. as requested by an anon, but i lost the ask 😭
AUTHORS NOTE ➥ i'm getting a little bit better! still feel like i've got the flu, but i've atleast been able to concentrate on writing a request! 😁 i'm gonna try my best to finish up the remaining Kinktober posts, those will at the very least be all done before the end of November!
★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★
you rolled on your back, eyes glued to the ceiling as you tightened your jaw. the clock had briefly flashed 3:28AM when you moved. your hands clenching and unclenching at your sides.
the urge to eat something was so overbearingly painful. you weren't necessarily hungry, you just need something to eat. you've tried explaining it to therapists before, but it never came out the way it needed to. you've briefly talked about it with Morgan once, though ended up not continuing the conversation after you got a call about a case and left.
and you didn't want to bring it up with Aaron; he already worried about the smallest things, the tiny bad habits you had. Aaron was one of the best people you've met, but you felt like you only burdened him with your flaws. though if Aaron ever heard you say that, he'd crush you in a hug and force you to apologise. to yourself, for ever daring to think that you were a burden to him.
your fists clenched one more time before you sat up, rubbing your hands across your face in frustration. some nights food was comforting, other nights; like this night, it was a nuisance and it frustrated you so much, your self image took the bullet for it.
you carefully moved the blankets off of you, letting your feet quietly hit the cold wood floor of your bedroom. you glanced behind you at the figure in your bed; Aaron laid peacefully, the deep creases in his face looking more relaxed as he slept.
you brushed a hand through your hair as you quietly left the bedroom and walked towards the kitchen. you yawned as you pulled open the main cupboard where you kept most packaged foods like crackers, cookies, cereal etc. one hand holding the door, the other on the bare skin of your waist, you hadn't bothered putting anything else on beside the bralette and the pair of pyjama shorts you had worn to bed.
you hesitated, i should shut the door and just go back to bed, you thought to yourself. but your body moved on it's own accord, grabbing a box of cereal and two granola bars. your hold tightened around the bars, plastic crinkling in your grip before you set the items on the counter. you pulled open the fridge to grab the milk, and pulled out a rather large clean bowl from the dishwasher. you made a mental reminder to empty that out after you were done eating.
you poured the cereal into the bowl, hoping the sound didn't trigger Aaron and then twisted open the cap of the milk before pouring it in, the quiet 'crackle' of the cereal filling your ears.
you cracked open the dishwasher once more, grabbing a spoon and shoving it in the bowl, stirring and coating all the cereal in the milk. you took a bite, your tense form almost instantly relaxing a smidge as you chewed on the cereal. see? eating was a good idea. you stood facing the counter while you ate, stuck in your own headspace.
so much so that you hadn't noticed that Aaron had left the bedroom. you rather quickly finished the bowl of cereal, putting it down on the counter beside the sink. as you grabbed for one of the granola bars, a pair of warm, gentle hands slid around your waist and their fingers splayed across your stomach, followed by a pair of lips pressed against your bare shoulder.
"what are you doing up honey?" he asked quietly. he noticed the atmosphere the second he entered the kitchen. your hand tensed around the granola bar, before shoving it against the counter and letting it go. your frame was still tense, even against Aaron's warm body. you don't need the granola bar, you eat enough as it is.
you shook your head a second after Aaron's question. "it's nothing, i was just-" you paused. don't tell him, you'll just give him more to deal with. one side spoke. while the other side encouraged you to open up to him about this. "what's wrong? i can hear those brilliant gears turning. talk to me dear." he spoke endearingly, a slight tease to his tone, that left as soon as it came. you turned in Aaron's arms, your lower back now against the counter, the granola bars behind you as you faced Aaron's bare chest.
"it's nothing Aar, go back to bed.." you insisted, still not meeting his eyes.
Aaron's hold tightened a little on the swell of your hips before lifting one hand to tilt your chin up to face him. "i know when something's wrong, please just talk to me about it." he spoke in a tone a little higher than a whisper. he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss against your forehead.
"it's just that," you paused. are you doing this right now? "i," you suck in a breath. you couldn't seem to find the words now.
Aaron stroked your cheek. "hey, take your time." you encouraged you gently, a reassuring smile on his lips.
you nodded, looking down at your hands. do it, come on. "i have a problem with eating." there, it wasn't that hard, was it? Aaron nodded lightly, prompting you to continue. "i, i either eat too much or nothing at all." Aaron's hand returned to your waist, his thumbs rubbing reassuring circles into the soft flesh.
this wasn't as hard as you made it out to be. "some nights i feel like the urge to eat is so strong, that it eats away at me until i eat. though i'm not always even hungry, i just, have to eat. that doesn't make sense does it?" you chuckle sadly, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his warm chest, your arms still hanging at your sides. "and some days, i just avoid food all together. it's like the feeling of eating makes me feel so sick? not necessarily physically sick, but mentally." you continue, a slight crack in your voice.
Aaron's heart breaks at your confession. he knew something was going on, but not that it ran this deep. "and some days, i just drink all day. being drunk blocks out all the issues with eating. either i eat a normal amount, or i don't really eat at all, but it takes the bad feelings about each away." you mumble. this is embarrassing. Aaron lowers one of his hands down to one of yours, intertwining his fingers gently with yours. your thumb fiddled around with his thick fingers.
"i'm sorry i'm laying this all on you i know-"
"hey, don't." he speaks, his voice still gentle and quiet, but more assertive. you look up at him. "don't be sorry about something you can't control. as for not talking to me about it, i'm not mad at you, i just wished you'd come to me with these things more often. i know you're struggling, but i have no way of helping you, or even just being there if i don't know what's going on in that gorgeous mind of yours."
tears well up in your eyes. Aaron's thumb coming up just before a tear rolls down, gentle wiping it away. "come to me when you feel like this okay? come to me when you're having one of those days where eating pains you, or when you crave to eat the whole day. i'm here for you okay honey? i'm here for you, no matter what." he's here to help you, so let him.
you nod, licking a tear off your lips. he wraps an arm fully around your soft bare waist, the other one wrapping around your shoulder as he pulls you against him. your arms wrapping around his waist as you hold him tight. "thank you." your voice is muffled by his skin, but Aaron hears it. "i love you." you hold him tighter, pressing your face against his warm chest, the feeling of being held by him calming down any negative thoughts or feelings.
"i love you too." he whispers back, placing a firm kiss on the top of your head.
he pulls away, his thumb wiping away some tears. "do you want to eat something before we head back to bed?" he asks you, he had already spotted the granola bars behind you. you think for a second before nodding.
Aaron nods along, reaching for one of the bars behind you. he opens it, leaning away from you for just a second as he throws away the wrapper and hands you the bar. his hand wraps around yours as you take the bar from him, his thumb rubbing brief but gently against the back of your hand.
you eat the bar slowly, having Aaron stand in front of you calms the intensity of the craving. and when you're finished with the bar Aaron smiles. he leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck as you lean into it. Aaron leans down, his warm gentle hand sliding down your waist and hips until they reach the back of your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms. you wrap your thighs around his bare waist and lean your head on his shoulder as he carries you back to the bedroom.
tonight might've been conquered, but there's still many more nights and days to go. though, now they don't seem as dark and daunting..
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➻❥ HTCHNR'S 2023 KINKTOBER ✮
★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★
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Hi! Could I possibly request an Aaron x reader with jealous overprotective Aaron? It can be that they both work in the BAU and a local officer is too flirty for his liking or that they go out with the team/together and someone keeps trying to flirt with reader.
★ night like this ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
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CW ➥ drinking ⋆ Aaron can't keep his hands to himself ⋆ making out ⋆ smut insinuation ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,4K. SONG ➥ a night like this, caro emerald.
AUTHORS NOTE ➥ does anyone want the smut part 2? please let me know and i'll finish it up! 😁
★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 HTCHNR. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★
"awe man," you sigh with a defeated chuckle, finding that your glass is the last to be emptied. the whole team had decided to celebrate a successful case at a local bar — and last one to empty their glass would be the one paying for the next round.
you look down at your glass, chuckling as you reluctantly get up from the semi comfortable booth. you can feel the previous few drinks, not heavily but you've got a comfortable buzz going.
"the same for everyone then?" you look up, palms leaning on the table as you stand. everyone nods, cheering for more drinks.
you sigh, looking down at Hotchner beside you — you'd have to scoot past him now. you take a deep breath, carefully stepping between his legs with your back turned to him. your brows twitch ever so slightly as you feel one of his large warm hands gently guiding the side of your thigh as you pass him. oh lord, this would be a long night.
Aaron watched you leave, his eyes briefly flicking down to your ass as you manoeuvre past him. he's glad for the dim lights of the bar, knowing that the growing tent in his slacks would be painfully obvious if the lighting was better.
normally, he has a ridiculous amount of self control — but with the way your slacks hugged your thighs and ass, and the way you had been teasing him with your high heel against his leg, he was close to losing it.
he made sure not to stare too long, his eyes merely flicking across the back of your thighs as you walked to the bar to order more drinks before returning to the half open case file in front of him. he downed the rest of his drink, feeling it warm his throat — down to his stomach.
the only moment his eyes flick up from the file is when he hears your laugh — reaching his ears nearly immediately despite the loud and crowded bar. he'd be able to pull aside your laugh anywhere. so when he hears you laugh, nowhere near the team, he looks up.
and his eyes find you leaning against the bar, standing in one of his favourite looks on you, tight slacks and an even tighter dress shirt hugging all the right places — laughing, clearly in conversation with some guy he doesn't recognise. your hand also seems to have found purchase against the man's bicep, lightly holding onto him as you laugh at whatever he said.
he takes a deep breath, before standing up and closing the case file. the team seemed too busy with something funny on Morgan's phone anyway.
"that has to be the worst thing ever! how on earth did you recover from that?" you laugh, glancing to the side as you see that half of your drinks have been made.
the guy chuckles, shaking his head as he sips his beer. "oh, i didn't recover from it." he laughs, one hand going to his heart, "it left me battered and bruised." he dramatically acts.
another burst of laughter erupts from your lips as you lean forward a little. you barely caught your breath when you noticed the man's laughing dimmed down. "what's so funny?" you heard, in a humouring tone. oh..
you turn around, to find Hotch standing slightly behind and beside you, tall and menacing with his tie hanging a little loose and his sleeves rolled up, watching as one of his hands snake across your lower back — his large hand resting on the curve of your ass, fingers digging into the clothed flesh. "a story he was telling," nodding towards the man in front of you — who now, looked a little less eager to retell the story to the tall man beside you.
as if right on time, the bartender slides all the drinks onto the bar, along with a short whistle to indicate they were done. you turned, your side pressed lightly against Hotch's side — feeling his frustration hard against your hip — as you grab a few of the drinks.
you look up at him, with big fake innocent eyes as you bat them at him. "care to help me, honey?" you ask, looking up at him through your lashes. even though he was obviously already going to help, how could he ever say no when you look at him like that?
the hand resting on the curve of your ass gives it a tight squeeze, before grabbing the rest of the drinks. he nods towards the table, "go on then, sweetheart." he nudges you teasingly with his knee, urging you to walk in front of him. you try to hide your blush as you start walking back to the loud table. the random guy, completely forgotten.
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"finally, there's my Sugar!" Morgan calls once he sees you with the drinks, Aaron right behind you. Morgan eagerly helps distribute the drinks across the table, everyone grabbing their own.
and the moment Aaron and you sit down, the conversation continues — eyes back on whatever was so amusing on Morgan’s phone. leaving Aaron and you by yourselves.
you eagerly sip on your drink, thighs pressed together in a heat as you drink with your eyes closed. you only open them when you feel a large hand slide up your thigh. “what's got you so worked up tonight?” he speaks lowly, so only you could hear him. your thighs twitch, pressing together more.
you look up from your drink, finding Hotchner looking back at his file with one hand, while the other snakes it's way between your thighs. you huff, “one could ask the same of you, standing all tall and mad by the bar. holding me like that — are you insane? what if the team saw?” you shot back in a hushed voice.
you could see his brows twitch, whether it was in amusement, or distaste directed towards the man at the bar, you’ll never know. “i didn't like the way he was looking at you.” he says shortly.
your thighs twitch again around his hand. “as if you weren't looking at me the same way. you think you were being slick, huh? eyeing me up and down like that.” his eyes stop in their tracks on the paper.
you down the rest of your drink, parting you thighs enough for him to slide his hand up more — before tightly closing them again, denying him to move any further. “why don't we quite the act and get out of here? hm?” you mutter.
you down the rest of your drink, squeezing Aaron’s hand before pulling it from between your thighs and standing up with a deep breath. “well, i'm going to hit the hay, before i hit the hay in this booth.” you chuckle, palms leaning on the table. the team looks up at you, nodding and chuckling along.
“well, we’ll see you at the office tomorrow.” Morgan calls, without looking up from his phone — which you silently thank him for, as he isn't paying attention to the way Aaron is gripping your hips as you slide out of the booth in front of him. you nearly let out a sound as he pulls you flush against his lap for a split second, pressing his aching erecting against your core.
once you're free from the booth you look down at Hotchner, leaning against the table as you catch your breath a little. “hey, i think my bag is still in your car, can you unlock it for me?” you bat your lashes at him, good lord — if only you knew what that did to him.
he nods, taking a deep breath as he folds up the case file. “i’ll be right back.” he announces, sliding out from the booth. the three left in the booth barely acknowledge the words, waving the two of you off.
you chuckle to yourself, slowly walking out of the bar. a surprised squeak leaves you as you feel Aaron’s large hands grip your hips as he guides you out of the bar.
the cool air swirls along with the heat between the two of you, the cold metal of his car making you gasp against his lips as he presses you against the frame — eager hands trying to get a hold of every inch of your body.
you moan lowly against his lips, eagerly pulling his hips to roll against yours as he devours you. you lean away from the kiss for a second, catching your breath as you lean your head back against the car. Aaron let's you take a small break, his lips pressing urgent and bruising kisses against your throat — trailing to your collarbones that peak out from your dress shirt.
“shit - Aaron,” you pant, your hand tangled in his hair as he sucks rough bruises into the soft skin of your chest. he looks so unbelievably good — one hand gripping your hip as if his life depended on it, veins running up his hand — and the other resting beside your head as he leans against it, his sleeves rolled up, revealing those forearms you could stare at for days.
you gently tug on his hair, a low moan coming from him. he looks up from your chest, standing up fully as he captures your lips once more. an embarrassingly desperate sound leaves your lips, only to be swallowed down by his.
you desperately press a hand flat against his toned chest, tangling his tie with your fingers. he pulls away, ever so slightly, panting against your lips. “i'm going to lose it, if you don't take me home and fuck me so hard i forget his face.” you breathe against his lips — knowing exactly how much it’ll tick him off.
he grins against your lips, “get your ass in the car then,” a infuriating smirk on his lips. god, you wish you could fuck that smirk of his face for good..
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05 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: remember me.
➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ buy me a coffee!
CW ➻ public sex ⋆ fingering ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ biting ⋆ creampie ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
SUMMARY ➻ At the vibration in your purse, you maneuvered the bags to one side and pulled out your phone. It was a message from Aaron. One that your brow twitched at. "Remember me on your date tomorrow." WC ➻ 5,8K.
AUTHORS NOTE ➻ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)
AUTHORS NOTE ➻ next chapter will be the last chapter for this series! so i hope you all enjoyed this short ride as much as i did!
★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★
➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
"Where are you?"
You stood outside the storefront of Macy's, off to the side to not block the entrance. Phone pressed to your ear, you covered your other ear to hear the line better. You'd been walking around the mall aimlessly for twenty minutes, waiting for your friend to arrive.
The others were busy and you didn't want to try on clothes alone. You knew today was Susan's day off, but you were still a little pissed at her and didn't want to have girl time with her just yet. The only other one available had been Susan and she agreed to meet you after lunch. Well, you ate alone in the food court, treated yourself to a bit of ice cream since you were early enough, got hit on by a group of guys that had you scurry far away from the food court like it was infested, and just killed time browsing stores.
The small bag of body lotion from Bath and Body Works swayed as you turned to look up and down the floor. Of all your friends, Susan was the most punctual. She was just the type of person to not leave you waiting. When Susan made plans, she stuck to them. So, you were confused why you stood alone in front of Macy's after twenty minutes.
She sounded sorry, at least, when she responded. Tone low and apologetic, she sighed. "Sorry. I didn't have time to call you. A coworker didn't show up for their shift and I got called in. It's been hectic for the past two hours, but I'm glad you called!"
You let out a sigh of your own, shifting your weight to one leg. You couldn't be mad at Susan. "It's fine."
"I can come after work if you want, but it wouldn't be until seven."
You pulled your phone away from your ear, the white font made you bite your cheek. It was half-past one. You shook your head, not that she could see it. "No, it's fine. I'm already here. No big deal."
She sighed again and her momentary silence allowed you to hear the faint office buzz around her. You felt bad, knowing she felt bad for accidentally standing you up. "I have to go, but I'm really sorry."
You made sure to reassure her it was perfectly fine before exchanging goodbyes. Once the line clicked and you put your phone back in your coat pocket, you puffed your cheeks and let out a deep breath. Great. You had to use your taste in fashion to judge what to buy. Your eyes fell to your current outfit. It seemed normal enough, but you didn't want normal.
You took what Aaron said to heart. You wanted to wear something to leave Bryan in a state of awe, that'd leave him distraught he couldn't have you. And to spite Susan when you'd go on this date just to turn Bryan down again. You may be in a petty mood, but she was also in the wrong for trying to force this onto you. Bryan just happened to be collateral damage, but you'd still let him down gently.
You walked into the store, passing the accessories and handbags at the front. You weren't even being humble when you didn't trust your taste in fashion to wear something sexy. For one, your wardrobe was a clash of something your grandma would wear and that of someone forced into abstinence from the hours in the day wasted away in an office. That, and you weren't comfortable with clothes labeled for promiscuous or intimate occasions. It just made your skin crawl to have to stand in public, with possibly more skin exposed than you'd like, vulnerable to strangers' gazes.
Granted, Aaron said something pretty, not sexy. He could've meant sexy, which you interpreted, but you were more than fine if you found something a little more in your comfort zone. That, and you were in Macy's, you doubted you'd find anything jaw-dropping here, but the prices enticed you. If you would dress out of your comfort zone, you were going to do it on a budget. The only clothes you threw your money blindly at were the silk pajama sets you liked. It was starting to become a problem for your closet space, actually.
You held your head high. Your poor fashion taste wouldn't dampen your spirit. There were perks to shopping alone. For one, nobody would rush you or vice versa. You could comfortably go at your own pace. Maybe even explore other stores in the mall after this to go on a shopping spree. You came all this way, after all. No doubt you'd find something suitable if you took your time.
"Sure. Hit me with another sample."
Every fiber of your being tensed. You whipped your head to the familiar voice. There, in the perfume and cologne section, Aaron Hotchner leaned against the counter while the lady behind it pulled a card from its holder. He smiled charmingly at her, eyes trained to her every move.
"You'll love this one. It's called White Musk." She sprayed a small amount of cologne onto the card, to which he lowered his head a bit to get a good whiff.
Your heart raced. Of course, he was here. You seemed to run into him more recently than you had in your first month of him entering your life. It was like the universe was telling you something. What it was, you had no idea, but you wanted to go over and stand by his side. To see what would happen.
You faced forward and continued your march to women's clothing. Yeah, no, you wouldn't drop your shopping trip to glue yourself to him. You were stronger than that. Aaron had no control over you from there, so you'd keep your distance. As long as he didn't notice you, you were safe from falling into his clutches.
Deep in the lines of clothes, whatever caught your eye first would have your undivided attention. And like a little kid, you happened to be drawn to the prettiest colors. You weaved your way to a dark blue dress, chanting "ooh" in your head like a caveman discovering fire. The excitement died a little as you got a good look at it. It was severely low cut and backless. Your nose wrinkled slightly and you shook your head. Seductive, but not your comfort level. Maybe not this one.
You browsed through a few clothes racks, your search mainly diverted to the clearance racks. A few tops and dresses were draped over your arm. Even if they weren't for the date, in the end, you didn't mind a few new clothes for a discount. You made your way through those racks, taking anything that pleased you. Your arm held a good amount of clothes as you moved past the clearance rack to other dresses. You were a bit excited about possible new additions to your wardrobe.
Touching the hangar for a cute summer dress, you glanced up when Aaron leaned against the clothing rack with one arm. He gave you his charming smile as his eyes took in your outfit. Your heart leaped into your throat, not used to being the subject of his attention, no matter how fake you knew the smile to be.
"So, are you buying clothes for your date?"
"Maybe." You brushed past him to another rack, which he promptly leaned against as well.
"You know, you should consider this one." You watched him slip his hand to the inside of his coat, procuring and proudly holding up lacy red lingerie. An embarrassed sound escaped you, grabbing it from his hands and stuffing it back into his coat before your eyes flitted around the store. You hoped nobody saw him hold it up to you.
"Did you seriously go to the lingerie section to get this to me?" You hissed, heat blossomed across your face. "When were you into lingerie?"
He scoffed and pulled the lacy piece out of his coat, tossing it onto the rack. You hurried to another clothing rack and he followed you. "I'm not above a lady wanting to show her figure. In fact, I'd make sure to show my appreciation for her effort."
"Maybe offer it to the perfume girl you were talking to."
He smirked. "Ah, so that was you watching me." You frowned, but couldn't deny his claim. His eyes fell to a black turtleneck beside him. "How about this?"
"That?" You furrowed your brow. He did say pretty, but you didn't think the turtleneck would fit into your mental criteria for this date. It seemed fairly sophisticated.
"Yeah. Problem?"
You shook your head. He placed the top on your pile. Imagine your surprise as he eventually led you around, seemingly picking whatever happened to catch his eye first and tossed it onto your pile. To his credit, he had good finds that would've taken you longer to find, given how you were sharply grading the clothing's worth but he sped through them.
There was a set of changing rooms nearby that you both eventually ended at. He plopped himself onto the sofa that faced the hall of stall doors. When you didn't move, he looked up at you with a raised brow. A look you mimicked.
"What are you doing?" You asked.
"What's it look like?" He relaxed into the cushion, spreading his legs out as his arms stretched on the back of it. "I want to see what you pick."
As much as you told yourself this was supposed to be a solo shopping trip--with Susan, if not for her work--you couldn't argue with him when he looked like that. His body looked inviting and the cocky little head tilt told you he knew what you were thinking, followed by the slight further spread of his legs. You frowned but turned and walked into one of the stalls. He would not get you to act on your thoughts this time, not in public. You wouldn't give him what he wanted, to fluster you.
The pile of clothes you hung up bulged off of the wall. You made sure the door was locked behind you, just in case he got any funny ideas, and stripped your coat and top off, setting them onto the mini bench built in front of the mirror, where you'd already set down your bag of lotions. Your eyes flicked to your figure in the mirror before you grabbed the topmost hanger with a striped shirt. You pulled it down and looked at yourself in the mirror. Horizontal stripes of orange, blue, and white flattered your figure, but you didn't like how deep the v-cut went and the sleeves were too tight. Off. Next one.
You went through several tops and dresses, most of your pile done and finished before you settled on a select few. Three tops to keep, one from the clearance rack and the other two picked by Aaron , and a dress also picked by Aaron . The dress, you thought over, happened to suit your tastes nicely. Classy, long-sleeved, with a sheer back where the zipper laid. It seemed seductive enough if you played it up, but overall it left little to the imagination with your figure. You were almost afraid to look at the price tag from how beautiful it was, but the price wasn't extreme. Still pricey, but worth it.
Dress unzipped, you opened the stall door and brought out the clothes you didn't want, and put them on the clothing rack beside the stall. You kept your back to your stall to not expose yourself and looked over at Aaron . Hoping to have him zip you up, rather than struggle another 5 minutes to get it up.
Aaron had his head resting comfortably on the back of the sofa, chin tilted far back and exposing his neck as he flicked his hand in a lazy wave to passing women. They'd all smile in return with a flirty giggle. The way he spread on the sofa and seemed so casual garnered attention, especially when he both carried himself and looked like a Hollywood star. A few had been with boyfriends, who wrapped their arms around their shoulders and glared at Aaron but that only spurred his cocky smile all the more. You turned to go back into the stall just as he lowered his head to face you.
"Hey," he snickered when the door closed. "Come back out here. You want to show me what you're wearing?"
You peeked your head out the door, earning another laugh from him. "I don't have it zipped."
He dropped his elbows to his knees and leaned forward. "Are you inviting me back there to help you?"
You didn't answer. He still got up and made his way to your stall at the very end of the short hall. You ducked inside as he pushed the stall door open more for himself and came in. The door closed behind him and, without turning away from you, he reached behind him and locked it. You looked up at him but his gaze fell onto the mirror behind you, giving him a good view of your bra and exposed back from the dress.
He closed the distance between you, reaching behind you. Two large hands palmed at your ass and you gasped into his chest. You looked up at him ready to remind him how thin the walls were here.
"Relax, sweetheart. I'll get to it." He gave one good squeeze before he reached for the zipper. You kept your eyes on his face while he pulled it up tantalizingly slowly, his gaze locked onto the view provided to him from the mirror. When the zipper came up no more, he grabbed your waist and turned you around. "I think you look good."
You looked at yourself in the mirror, specifically the parts where Aaron started to touch you. The way his hands curved with your hips, his chin that he placed on your shoulder to also look. Only, he looked at your eyes with a cocky smirk. He knew just where your mind had drifted. The dress concerned you no longer. You liked that he liked it on you. You also knew he liked the part that came after helping you into it.
His lips ghosted over your ear. "What are you thinking about?" A redundant question on his part. You knew he knew.
You forced a scowl, less intimidating than you wanted it to be, given you didn't have any anger in you. You were too preoccupied with the growing warmth in your belly. "Nothing you need to know about."
"Doll, in my hands, I already know everything you're thinking of." He pulled your rear against him. The bulge in his pants made you shiver. Voice no more than a low mutter, it reverberated your ear. "And I'm gonna fuck you. Right here."
"We can't-"
"We'll play a little game. You keep quiet and I might make this quick." He slowly unzipped the back of the dress, biting at your ear. "If you make any noise, I won't be able to help myself. And we could be here for a long time."
"Aaron , I-" Your breath hitched as he slipped his hand through the open back of the dress, sliding his hand over the curve of your ass and thigh, up to the junction between your thighs. He only traced his fingers over the hem of your underwear, a featherlight touch to your clothed cunt. You wanted to feel more. "I don't think I can."
His breathy chuckle into your ear filled your stomach with butterflies. "If you don't want us to get caught, you'll have to be."
He pushed your back gently until you placed your hands on the bench. Sliding his hands over your back, shoulder, and down your arm, he pushed the dress off of your shoulders until it pooled around your wrists. The rest of the dress pooled down the bench and around your ankles. You looked at yourself in the mirror, at the swell of your breasts. The mounds fought gravity in your bra, cupped to your chest, but Aaron worked to undo the clasps and push it down to your wrists with the dress and free your breasts.
Your breaths came out uneven. In the mirror, you watched at an angle where he cupped your breasts in his hands and squeezed. The ring on his index finger trailed a cool path over your nipple. He leaned over you, keeping you down, but pulled your breasts towards him and arched your back. You bit your lip. His hands looked so lovely on you like that. Veins protruded from his hands. A silver watch on his left wrist slid cooly against your skin.
You muttered his name softly, head lolling onto his shoulder as his hand slid down to your underwear. His middle finger brushed a stripe through the material, light as a feather, and your breath caught in your throat. He pressed his lips to your neck, nipping at the flesh.
"Good girl," he mumbled. "Nice and quiet."
He moved his hand to the top of your panties, pushing his hand past the hem. The moment the rough pads of his fingers spread your lower lips and touched your clit, you jolted. A sharp exhale slipped out of you. He gave you a punishingly slow stroke to your clit.
"No noises." He circled his fingers over you, applying more pressure. Your back arched more, head dug into his shoulder. "Do you want someone to hear you?"
"No," you sighed, gaze locked onto the mirror.
His free hand cupped your breast, ring brushing over your nipple. He pinched it between two fingers and lightly twisted as two fingers pushed into your cunt. Despite you biting down your lip, you couldn't fully suppress a breathless gasp. He groped your breast in sync to the pump of his fingers in you.
Your hips bucked onto his hand, electricity coursing through your veins. Attention had been generously provided by the rough pad of his thumb on your clit in mesmerizing circles. Each buck of your hips, your voice grew. From soft mewls to whispery moans, your face scrunched in concentration to hold your tongue but instincts overrode rationality. You had to be vocal, like the sound added to the experience.
Rationality had gone out the door. If someone were to walk by, they'd hear your soft sounds and the wetness of your cunt taking his fingers in stride.
"Can't seem to follow an order." He stopped groping your breast just for his large hand to clasp around your throat, but he didn't squeeze. His lips brushed against your ear, your eyes locked onto his through the mirror. "It's like you want to be found. Want people to see you getting fucked by my hand. You want that?"
You couldn't fully say you didn't.
"You want some poor stranger to see me fuck you until you can't stand?" He smiled.
"I-ah." Not one proper sentence could come out of your mouth. He curled his fingers into you, scissored your cunt, and put a third finger in. It filled you up, stimulated you.
You could feel the tight coil in your stomach. It twisted into a knot, pulling a higher pitched moan from you. One that was stopped by a tight squeeze to your throat. Aaron let up right after and you coughed, but he used the opening to put two fingers into your mouth. Buried down to the knuckle, you gagged, your tongue swirling over them. The cool touch of his ring brushed over your bottom lip.
When your eyes flickered to his own in the mirror, he narrowed his gaze. "You want to be my good girl, right?" You nodded as best as you could in his hold. With a smirk, he pinched your clit and laughed quietly to himself as your whine was blocked by his fingers. "Then, I suggest you try to be quieter. Don't enjoy this too much."
You gave a muffled affirmative around his fingers. Drool pooled out the sides of your mouth and along his knuckles. Pleased, he pumped his fingers vigorously into you. Your eyes bugged out of your head, then fluttered shut as your mouth fell open, completely losing all thought. All you could do was feel; feel the way he curled his fingers, the way the rough pads of his fingers rubbed your walls, feel the way his words vibrated against your skin.
His warm breath fanned the stray hairs around your ear. "That's it. That's my girl."
Drool dribbled down your chin onto your collarbone. Your hands moved from the bench to either side of the mirror, the space claimed by your knee. The opening allowed him to feel you more deeply and you met each thrust of his hand with one of your own. Before long, your mouth completely slackened as short whines escaped you and your walls squeezed around his fingers.
His teeth grazed your ear as he smiled triumphantly. "Ha, that didn't take long."
He allowed you a small moment to catch your breath, but you knew it wasn't over. This was just the beginning. Legs shaking, you didn't miss the way he pulled his hand out and wiped your juices onto your thigh. You all but leaned back into him while he pulled his hand out of your mouth, wiping your drool onto your stomach.
He guided your hands off the wall and hooked your thumbs into your panties. "Off. Now."
Numbly, you nodded and complied. It didn't take much for you to do what he said. With a voice soft as his, the slight edge still compelled you to do anything and everything he asked. You let them fall to your ankles, stepping both out of them and the discarded dress. You were completely naked, eyes locked onto your already heaving chest, and the way Aaron tilted his head followed by the sound of a belt coming undone.
When you heard the zipper open and he grunted, one rough hand fell to your waist to push you away slightly to give him room. He held you there, with your one knee still on the bench. The squeeze to your waist warned you to hold your tongue. Regardless, the tip of his cock slipped into you with over breathy whine coming from you, sensitive to the touch.
"We're gonna need to fix that," he said. You paid no mind as he leaned around you to grab your crumpled shirt, just for him to ball it up and hold it to your face. "Open."
You furrowed your brows, walls fluttering around his cock. "I do not need to be gagged. I can handle this."
No, you very much needed it. The both of you knew once he started you would announce it to the whole mall that Aaron Hotchner was fucking you into the next life in a cramped fitting room. Nothing in your mind could withhold the moans he could coax out of you, even if he told you to be quiet. With Aaron in control, he had to be the one to keep you quiet, even if that meant gagging you with your own shirt.
So, as he stayed in the same position, you relented with a slack jaw. He wasn't exactly gentle in stuffing your mouth with the fabric and you lurched a bit, but otherwise, your sounds were muffled enough. He could be satisfied with this.
"Funny. I'd never thought what it'd be like to fuck you with a gag." His eyes found yours in the mirror and he smirked at the sight of your shirt hanging out of it. "A little improvisation, but I like it."
You didn't get time to roll your eyes. He placed both hands on your waist and thrust once with force. All that came out of you was a muffled moan, your face scrunched from the shocking pleasure.
"Still hear ya but," he patted your ass, "you said you could handle it."
He began a gradual pace of thrusts into you. Your hands fell back to the wall, nails scratching down along it. His body pushed into yours, the both of you rocking slowly. You screwed your eyes shut the moment he decided to get rough.
He pulled out until only the tip remained before he slammed back into you. You pushed hard against the wall to keep from falling into it. The loud moan from the back of your throat muffled into the makeshift gag.
Aaron tsked. "Doesn't sound like you're handling it all too well."
No, you weren't, but you'd try. Your mind had become foggy from the rough thrusts of his hips into yours, but you forced the words "shut up" forward, both towards him and yourself. It was muffled, of course, but it didn't stop you from muttering it behind the shirt repeatedly. Like he knew what you were saying, he snickered quietly to himself, spurred on to take you beyond your limit.
Goosebumps crawled along your skin. They blanketed your body with the blend of sweat from how he pressed himself to your back. His clothes crumpled and rustled against your naked skin. The coarse fabric of his coat scratched your back and his belt buckle slapped at your ass.
It was too much. You were stimulated from every corner. He slipped one hand down to your clit and toyed with it, rubbing in circles that matched his brutal pace. Your muffled "shut up" had turned to a half-hearted "shuff" with your voice raised an octave.
The knotted coil returned, tightening in your stomach with each thrust, with each rough circle to your clit. Your head fell forward limply, legs trembling, and you came around his cock. His head fell to your shoulder with a grunt, rocking your whole body unruly to his own beat.
Your walls clenched around him, fluttering violently from overstimulation. You were sensitive, but oh so responsive to his thrusts. Jolting and writhing under his hold with each thrust, a whine crawled up your throat and buried itself in your shirt.
Aaron thrived best when you were at your limit. He relished the feeling of your cunt swallowing his cock and squeezing him for what he was worth. He grunted, his pace grown reckless and sloppy.
Your mouth was no longer filled with dry polyester. All the drool gathered by your shirt was absorbed. Instead, it felt like your mouth was dry from the inability to close while simultaneously your tongue darted against the soggy fabric. You bit down hard on your shirt while Aaron lost his cool behind you.
His breaths were jagged, much like his thrusts. He grunted lowly, his chest rumbling against your back. He didn't let up, wanting to keep you on edge until the very end, he rubbed your clit faster. You both came together, with your whiny moan muffled and his guttural moan buried into your shoulder that he bit into.
Your cunt filled with warmth as you squeezed around him and milked him for all he was worth. He shuddered into you. He continued to fuck into you until he was completely spent before he took his teeth off of your shoulder.
Aaron turned you both around and flopped onto the bench with you on his lap, his cock still in you. He leaned against the mirror while you leaned against him. You stared at the door and the thought flicked through your mind if someone happened to walk in on your position. They couldn't, given the locked door, but you imagined how your nude self with your legs on either side of Aaron 's looked from an outside perspective. Your cunt fluttered.
You pulled the shirt out of your mouth with a grimace at the dark splotch on the side as you held it up to its full height. You just balled it up and tossed it down to the side with the dress.
Aaron wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He looked into your eyes as your head fell back. "Not bad, but you totally wanted to be found out, didn't you?"
You shook your head weakly, brows furrowed. "No. I didn't even-"
"Come on," he teased. "Admit it. You were turned on by the idea. I don't doubt that's why you came faster than usual."
"Aaron ." You sighed. Your mind couldn't handle conversation right now.
"Alright." He snickered. "I won't pry, but we could definitely do this again." He hummed thoughtfully. "Another time, of course. I have things to do."
"Won't spare another moment for another round?" Your tone came out mocking.
He simply smiled. "With that attitude, I might reconsider."
You closed your eyes. As enticed as you were, never mind the fact your legs shook with little aftershocks, you shouldn't tempt him any further. It was bad enough you just fucked here as you did. If you weren't noticed by someone before, you were bound to be from making too much noise in here for an unprecedented amount of time. If anyone had come to any of these stalls to try on clothes, they'd know right away two crazy idiots were getting it on with no regard for others.
"Ugh." Your head fell forward into your hands. Voice muffled by your palms, you said, "I can't believe I let this happen."
"That's what happens when you have a weak resolve." His hand gently patted your stomach twice. "Alright. Up. Like I said, I got places to be."
Like any other order he gave, you obeyed without much of a fight, but it didn't stop you from groaning in displeasure. Your legs wobbled as you stood and you placed a hand on Aaron 's shoulder to help steady yourself. He watched you dress yourself and place the dress on a hanger before you gathered up all your belongings.
His eyes fell to the wet spot on your shirt for a moment. He didn't mention it. "So, is this the dress for the date?"
You shrugged. "I don't have the energy to look for something else. Yeah." You let him tuck himself into his pants and buckle up before you unlatched the door and peeked out. With the coast clear, you stepped out, Aaron hot on your heels. "Now, I just want to go home, have a bath, and take a nap."
You received a grunt in reply. "Whatever floats your boat."
Strategically, you had held your bag of lotions and the clothes to the wet spot on your shirt. Your coat wasn't designed to close and the spot wasn't hidden under the layer. You couldn't see it, but you assumed you did the job of covering it up well enough. As Aaron followed you up to the counter, however, you mildly panicked in line.
You set the clothes on the counter, prayed nobody would notice your spot if you leaned against the counter at an angle, but Aaron unexpectedly helped you. He had just been standing there, so you didn't think he'd do anything, even when he took his coat off, but he thrust it in front of you and asked you to hold it. At first, you just blinked at him, a bit confused and insulted to be asked that, but as he pressed it against your spot, you understood what he intended. You took it gratefully and held it dutifully while he chatted up the cashier.
And he somehow charmed his way into a discount. For clothes you were already getting at a good price, he lessened the pay for you. You almost thought he'd pay for you as well from how he acted, but that hope was squashed when he reached into your purse and pulled out your credit card. Fair enough.
The two of you walked out of the store together, with Aaron back in his coat and you holding your bags in front of your shirt. You made a detour to the restrooms that he followed you to, where you cleaned yourself up a bit. Geez, your hair was obviously in a just-got-fucked style and your skin glossed from all the sweat you'd gathered. It was a sight and you then connected the dots to some of the stares you received walking out of the store.
Once you were out of the restroom, however, Aaron was nowhere to be found. You left him leaning against the wall, but you didn't see his spiky head anywhere. At the vibration in your purse, you maneuvered the bags to one side and pulled out your phone. It was a message from Aaron . One that your brow twitched at.
"Remember me on your date tomorrow."
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03 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: no one else will do but you.
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CW ➻ aaron being a jerk again ⋆ mention of sex ⋆ piv ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ name calling (slut) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
SUMMARY ➻ Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?" No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner. WC ➻ 2,7k.
AUTHORS NOTE ➻ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)
★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★
➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Your foot tapped restlessly in the taxi cab. You dropped your head into your hands, cursing yourself over and over. Currently, you were supposed to be ten minutes into the date.
Unfortunately, you were ten minutes late.
Last night, you stayed slumped over the counter for another minute before you cleaned the mess. It was a feat wherein you wet one of your washcloths and attempted to crouch to the floor to clean, but you could already feel a soreness settling in and opted to lay on your side like Rose from Titanic and clean your floor that way. It was about as seductive as you felt, not at all.
Getting back up had been an even greater feat, your groans filled the apartment as you used all your core strength to lift yourself by gripping the counter. It was a sad sight to see. You managed to wipe down the countertop and nearly did your thighs, before deciding the rag was too dirty and tossed it in your laundry. Then, you showered and went to bed. Though, the clock was well past 3 by the time you fell asleep.
You wanted to be up by 9 am to get ready for your 11 am brunch. Instead, you slept through your alarm and woke at 10:30 and the fastest route to the cafe was 20 minutes away. Fine, right? No. You rushed to get ready and were still out the door by 10:50.
The cab slowed to a stop. You leaned forward and paid the fare, before stepping out of the taxi. You brushed your hair down, smoothed down your outfit, did any other last-minute fixes. It wouldn't help, you figured, being that you were late. The best you could do was dress colorful as well as warm, wearing your favorite sweater for this date. You made your way to the building, taking a deep breath to stave off the butterflies that threatened your stomach.
You placed a hand on your stomach the second you entered, only for your eyes to rake over all the heads. It was then you realized you didn't know which of these people was your date. God, it'd be ten times more embarrassing if your date left.
Thankfully, someone called your name from a table in the middle of the cafe. You made your way around the scattered placement of tables and chairs, to come face to face with a handsome man. The one way you would describe his attire was dapper. He wore a sweater vest and that was enough to hold your attention.
He stood from the chair to greet you, the both of you awkwardly standing, unsure of what to do, before he gestured for you to "please, sit" and you shook off your coat. You set it on the back of your chair, sliding in the chair with a polite smile. He returned it with one of his own.
"So," you started, "you're Susan's friend."
"Yeah, I'm Bryan." He nodded, opening his hand for emphasis. "Yeah, Susan got tired of hearing about my single life and she decided to play cupid."
You laughed. "She does that." You cleared your throat. "Uh, I'm sorry about being late. It was-"
"Oh, you don't need to explain yourself." He held up a hand. "Please, I got here a minute ago myself. I almost thought you left already and was about to get up to go until I saw you come in the door."
"That's reassuring." You didn't know what else to talk about, turning to take in the interior of the cafe. "This place feels so cozy."
"Doesn't it? It's on my way to work, so I stop by when I can."
You looked back at him, taking in his features. Dark hair, green eyes, thick, rectangular glasses that framed his round face. You didn't think you could guess his job based on appearance. He didn't carry the air of the people you usually were around. "Where do you work?"
"I'm a pharmacist."
"Oh," you nodded. Not a bad profession to be in, not at all. "And you stop here-oh, should we order drinks?"
"I already ordered."
"You did?"
"Yeah. When I was still holding out that you hadn't arrived yet. I hope you don't mind that I picked a drink for you."
"Not at all." You shook your head, a small laugh slipping past you. "I'm curious now. I like a little surprise once in a while."
"Glad to hear." His eyes flicked to the counter hearing his order. Standing from his seat, he dipped his head to you. "I'll be right back."
You placed your head in your hand, glancing around the establishment. In the pocket of your coat, your phone vibrated. You brought it out, seeing a message from Susan. She asked how the date was going. You sent her a reply that Bryan seemed nice, but your screen transitioned to an icon of a phone with rings rippling behind it. It buzzed in your hand, the name Hotchner flashed in bright, white font.
Your mouth fell open in your hand, but you quickly shut it. He knew you were on your date. You just stared at the screen, mind racing with too many thoughts. The frontmost thought among the rest was to answer the call, but you just set your phone on the table and muted it. The screen darkened but lit up again shortly after. You just held your mouth in your hand, elbow on the table, watching the screen.
"Do you need to take that?"
You looked up at Bryan, slipping back into his seat. In his hand, a drink carrier with two coffees on opposite sides, the other parts of the carrier with two wrapped donuts. He took the items out, sliding your coffee and donut to you, before taking his own. He glanced curiously at your phone.
You shook your head, covering the screen. "It's just a scammer, I think."
He hummed as you stuck your phone in your coat pocket. "Those can be annoying."
"So," you reached for the coffee, reading the label, "chocolate raspberry? That sounds good."
"I hope so. It's my usual." He beamed, watching you raise the hot cup to your lips. You took a small sip, mindful of the heat. His face glowed from your pleased hum. "Good, right?"
"It's more bitter than I would have thought, but still has a sweetness to it." You nodded. "I like it."
The rest of the date ran smoothly. You two opened the packaging for your donuts, iced chocolate with sprinkles over them. It was a nice change of pace from eating alone in your apartment, to have someone to share a laugh with from the frosting that coats your upper lips. All in all, you felt good.
As you both put on your coats and tossed your trash, he held the door open for you to leave first. You smiled from the gesture, unused to this kindness from a man trying to court you. He followed you to the edge of the sidewalk, waving down a taxi. Again, he held the door for you before getting in himself.
"Where to next?" You asked.
"The aquarium, actually." He gave the address to the cabbie, then turned back to you. "Is that alright with you?"
"It's perfect," you said. "It's been so long since I've been to an aquarium."
"Well, you're in luck. They've added new features to this one that I think you'll enjoy."
You took his word for it, engaging in small talk with him about your favorite films. He shyly admitted he enjoyed Star Wars the most, having seen the last movie in theaters as a kid. You waved off his worry and told him it was a classic. He knew how to hold a conversation and had you laughing lightly behind your hand the whole ride. You weren't even mindful of the traffic with him to distract you.
The aquarium was lovely. You took your time through each exhibit, admiring the seahorse exhibit most. In front of the large tank, a floor-to-ceiling glass window provided a view of all the larger aquatic life that swam on the other side. The blue waters reflected over your figures in soft light, waving over your clothes like you were underwater as well.
At one point, you two stopped at the baby ray tank, where you could pet them. You insisted Bryan did it first, a bit scared, but he only shivered when a ray swam under his hand. You laughed at his minute disgust.
"It's not as smooth as I thought," he said.
It was enough to convince you to feel for yourself, standing so close to him. Your eyes were wide once the baby ray swam under you, lowering your fingertips for a good feel, and shivering just as he did. You hadn't expected the texture to be so rough, like sandpaper.
At one end of the room, you both got hand sanitizer and paper towels to dry your hands. You glanced over as a few people yelped in surprise while others laughed. A number of them had wet spots on their shirts as a little ray swam away. You giggled with Bryan when he mentioned that could've been you two.
At one point, in a dark room, surrounded by moon jellyfish, you were next to him. He said something you didn't quite hear but still laughed at, then he turned to you. You turned to him. Both of you were smiling. The smile dropped as he leaned his head in.
Your heart fluttered, eyes half-lidded. You started to lean in too, closing your eyes fully. This would have been perfect.
Except, you imagined another man in his place.
Your eyes shot open, seeing the slicked back brown hair, rather than the dirty blonde hair of Bryan. You shook your head, leaning away and a small sound bubbled up to your throat. This was wrong. You couldn't kiss one man and fantasize about another.
Bryan opened his eyes, picking up on your discomfort.
It was a nice distraction from reality while it lasted. Grounded in reality, you backed away from him, shaking your head. His eyebrows knitted together, confused by your action. Your shoulders hunched, sinking into yourself as your lips pulled down the slightest.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do this."
He nodded in understanding. "It's okay. We don't have to kiss. If you want, we can take it slow."
"No, I-" You wrapped your arms around your middle, looking down. You couldn't face this kind man. He didn't deserve you. He deserved someone better, someone, who wasn't preoccupied with another man.
The date ended shortly after. Exiting the building, he followed you down the sidewalk, waving a cab down and opening the door for you. He said he'd take a different cab. You bit your lip, feeling bad. "You seem like a great guy, Bryan, really, but I'm sorry. I don't think I'm ready to date."
He bit his cheek looking properly dejected. "I understand." In an attempt to lighten the mood, he forced a smile for you. "I enjoyed the date, nonetheless."
You returned his smile, just as bittersweet. "Me too."
You slipped into the cab and he closed the door for you. As you gave the cabbie your address, you pulled out your phone, seeing the screen light up. You clicked the call button and brought the device to your ear.
"Your date over?"
"Yes."
Hotchner laughed on the other side of the line. "You sound sad. He turned out to not be the man of your dreams?"
No. He was better. Bryan was the perfect gentleman, which was why you couldn't pursue anything with him. He wasn't Hotchner.
"Did you need something?"
"Yeah. Come to the video store."
He gave you an address that you iterated to the cabbie without a second thought. It didn't occur to you until you finished talking and he hung up that you were about to spend time with another man, right after your date finished. You couldn't allow yourself peace of mind for at least an hour before jumping back to Aaron.
He stood next to the entrance, leaned against the wall as your cab pulled up. You approached him, to which he rolled around a sucker in his mouth.
"Took you long enough."
"It's-" you glanced at your phone, well past one, "-the afternoon. You know traffic gets heavy around this time."
"Uh-huh."
You nodded to the sucker in his mouth. "You have another one?"
He sucked on it before he loudly popped it out of his mouth. "As a matter of fact, you can have mine." You didn't have enough time to process what he meant before he grabbed your chin and parted your lips enough to stick it in. A shiver rolled down your spine at the thought of his saliva in your mouth. "I didn't want it anymore, anyways."
You closed your mouth, sucker rested atop your tongue. Tentatively, you rolled it to the side of your mouth, holding the stick between pinched fingers to help move it. He pushed off the wall and entered the automated doors with you on his heels.
To your utter horror, you realized as you delved deeper into the store, Aaron made a beeline for the adult film section. You stopped several feet away, mouth shut tight and eyes wide.
He glanced over at you. "What are you standing there for?"
"I, uh..." You glanced from him to the label above the shelves. "What do you need from here?"
"Figured that'd be obvious."
You still had yet to move. "Um."
"Don't be a baby." Hotchner frowned just the tiniest bit, hardly bothered by your shyness, but wanting to make a show of how childish you were acting. He made a 'come' gesture with his hand, placing it on his hip. "Nobody's even paying attention."
"Yeah, but-"
"You'll make it weird by standing over there. Come here."
You sucked on your teeth, tongue flat on the roof of your mouth. You crossed your arms but made your way over to him, gaze locked on the carpet floor under your shoes to not make any eye contact with the other customers.
"There, was that so hard?" He said as you joined his side. Your gaze flickered up at the covers, scantily clad people in suggestive poses. Heat pooled in your belly and rushed to your cheeks, body aflame with embarrassment.
"I don't want to hear it." You pouted.
He scoffed, scanning the rows from top to bottom, taking a step back the lower he got. He hummed to himself at the selection. "You ever watched one before?"
You kept your gaze on the side of his face, to his sunglasses, not comfortable looking at the covers in a space where others could judge you for standing there. "No."
He tapped his fingers on his hip, turned to you, and cocked his head at them. "You pick."
"What? No. You pick it."
"I want to see what you'd be interested in." He smirked.
You let your eyes slide over to the shelves. You couldn't deny you were curious, just a bit, but you didn't want to be the one to decide. That'd only cement this all for you.
"What makes this any different from doing it yourself?"
You pouted at him. "I don't want to watch someone else."
He gave you a long stare, the corners of his mouth twitching. It was a short minute of his staring, before he broke into a smile, snickering to himself. "I'm just fucking with you."
It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over you, body alert and rushing with blood. All you could manage out was a shocked, "what?"
He walked to the other end of the video store to the counter. The teen behind the counter looked up from their magazine as he gave his name. He reached under the counter and pulled out a movie cover for some martial arts movie. Hotchner nodded to the kid and promptly left with you in tow like some kicked puppy.
"That wasn't funny," you said outside of the store.
He shrugged. "It was a little funny."
You only shook your head and pushed the sucker to the other side of your mouth.
Aaron went home with you. No surprise there. It should've been expected that, as the door closed behind him, he was glued to you and whispering dirty things in your ear. He said something about the adult films, something you didn't catch but was sure that anything spilled out of his mouth would be pure filth.
He didn't say anything about your date as he set his movie on your kitchen counter. You didn't think of your date as he undressed you in your bedroom. The day's events spilled to the back of your mind as you both fell naked onto the sheets.
The only thing that filled both your mind and body was Aaron. His muscles, his dick, his breathy moans that fanned your face. He kept his gaze locked on you while he fucked you. The headboard banged hard into the wall, but it was background noise to the sounds of your skin slapping at your pelvis.
You arched your back, gripping the sheets tightly. He had one hand on the headboard, his other arm wrapped around your thigh. You had one leg over his shoulder for better access, for him to hit you deeper.
He called you his slut, you said you were his slut. He called you filthy things, things that only spurred you on. Your body burned in a lustful shame, but you could only moan and cry and let him say those things. It didn't matter if they were true or not, it came from his mouth and that was all that mattered.
You managed five orgasms, probably a new record, before he came inside you. Breathless, slumped on the bed, your leg slid off his shoulder as he crawled off of the bed. He took out a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed to smoke. Your head lolled to the side and you thought about opening the window after he left.
It was still light out, but you were overcome with fatigue. Sweaty, filled with cum, you had barely rolled over, bringing the comforter over you from the side and closing your eyes. You were asleep before you could hear Hotchner leave.
You dreamt of a man kissing you.
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01 ★ diamond eyed girl ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
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AUTHORS NOTE ➥ KINKTOBER IS CURRENTLY PAUSED! i'm sick at home so i don't have all the usual energy to 100% stick into the fics that are left over, but don't worry! i will finish them! it just might take a little longer than the planned every other day 😅🥲
CW ➥ mention of heavy cases ⋆ mention of a lot of victims ⋆ mention of digging up remains ⋆ comfort ⋆ angst + fluff ⋆ fluff ⋆ sooooo much fluff it's almost gross ⋆ autistic!reader (not explicitly mentioned, but that's what i had in mind while writing this) ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,4K. SONG ➥ gotham , taffeta darling.
SUMMARY ➥ he doesn't even know where you get the little things from, small rocks, sea glass, acorns or other small trinkets finding their way to you — to give to him.
aka, three times Aaron receives something small from you, one time where he surprised you and in an upcoming second part, a few times where he gives you little things. ➥ PART TWO.
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Aaron being confused the first time.
he isn't necessarily paying attention to you — his eyes are trained on the gruesome crime scene in front of him and and his focus is on the officer to his right explaining everything they found. so he doesn't fully notice you, on his left, briefly slipping your fingers into his closed hand. he doesn't even notice you pressing something small into his hand.
he doesn't seem to notice until a solid fifteen minutes later when he goes to stretch his hand, noticing something drop from it. he frowns, bending down to pick up a small rock that had fallen out of his hand. did he pick it up? he doesn't remember doing so though. where did it come from?
that's when he remembers, your gentle fingers slipping between his for a brief second — and leaving it behind in his hand.
he looks at it, staring intensely at it as if trying to figure out what it means. hell if he knows, but he can't deny the small smile it brings to his otherwise usual sour expression at these types of crime scenes.
he regains his composure, the always present frown returning only slightly as he pockets the small rock and returns to the scene. he can't describe what it is about the object, but the slight weight of it in the pocket of his slacks grounds and comforts him, making this case a little more bearable.
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being on a tough case and Aaron telling you this isn't the time or place right now.
it was an awful case again — the amount of victims was ridiculous and they were getting nowhere with the few leads they had. the scorching sun was beating down on you all and the sand was in everyone's shoes. more and more remains were being discovered — it was weighing heavy on everyone to say the least.
yet you, somehow, had managed to find a small, smooth piece of sea glass — a pretty deep blue that you marvelled at for a little bit. you tightly held onto it while you stood off to the side as you took deep breaths. you honestly didn't know how much longer you could take it all.
Aaron wasn't much different, fists either clenched at his side or running through his hair. the sand in his shoes was starting to piss him off, the sun was causing his head to pound and with every new pile of remains that were dug up he was getting closer and closer to his snapping point.
he stood off to the side as well, though under the other tent away from you. his eyes were clenched shut as one hand massaged his temples, the other clenched at his side. he barely noticed your steps behind him, not until he felt you soft fingers faintly touch the hand at his side. by now, he knew what this meant.
"this is not the time nor the place for this." he sternly said. his fist clenched tighter, there was no way for you to slip something into it.
"Aaron-" your voice was so gentle, he almost felt bad.
"no." he raised his voice.
but you continued, both hands on his clenched fist as you pried open his hand with difficulty, shoving the small piece of sea glass between the thick fingers before closing and shoving his hand against his side. "i'm going to the station, i'm gonna break if this keeps up." your voice wavering both in frustration and in emotion, walking off with a loud frustrated huff and tears starting to prickle at your eyes.
Aaron breathes deeply, fingers still rubbing at his temples, (as if it was going to do anything). he takes a few more deep breaths before opening his eyes, the scorching sun assaulting them immediately. he takes another deep breath, then opens his clenched fist to look at the slightly sharp object that was digging into his skin — a small piece of deep blue sea glass.
instead of a comforting smile, tears start to prickle at his eyes. tears of frustration, tiredness, emotion — hell anything at this point.
he didn't mean to raise his voice at you, he really didn't.
he takes another deep breath, one hand reaching into his slacks for his phone, the other tightly holding onto the sea glass. it was time for everyone to take a break, they all desperately needed it.
and Aaron desperately wanted to say sorry.
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Aaron saying thank you and carefully inspecting what you brought him.
it was quiet for the two of you for once — the two of you were merely awaiting answers via a phone call, one that you weren't expecting for another hour at the very least.
so the two of you were sitting inside a café, side by side as you both sipped at your drinks, relishing the warmth spreading through you with each sip. Aaron was observing the place, (as usual), eyes darting around while you sat peacefully beside him flipping something over between your fingers.
"what on earth are you fiddling with?" Aaron mutters, eyes still observing the small yet busy café.
you grin, turning the object around for one last tome before holding it up to him. his eyes stop at a large fern in a pot, before returning to you. his brows are furrowed, until his eyes reach what you're holding between two fingers — a button. a very intricate and pretty button, covered in details and patterns. he can see why you've taken a liking to it.
he takes it from your fingers, laying the button flat in his large palm. he studies it for a few minutes, really studies it — taking in the ridges and dents, the placing of the center holes, how there are three instead of two or four.
you smile, looking out the window and onto the busy street. he smiles as well, slipping the button into his suit jacket, before taking a hold of your hand — his large hand swallowing yours and surrounding it with warmth. "thank you, i like it." his voice is gentle and quiet as his eyes return to observing the room, this time his face is relaxed and a small smile resides on his lips.
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needing to grab a file from Aaron's office, and looking through his drawers to stumble across a drawer FILLED with EVERY SINGLE small thing you've given him.
"Aaron!" you call out to him just as he's leaving the round table room. he looks up, his sour expression instantly softening.
"can i do anything for you?" his voice sounds equally as gentle as his eyes look.
you nod, opening up the file that was clasped between your fingers. "i need your file on this case for a few details i think i'm missing for my report, could i borrow it really quick?" you ask him, eyes pleading.
he sighs, he had almost forgotten you had asked to finish up this specific report later — you had shot more than the rest team had and had hit the unsub as well as been hit by the unsub, therefor you had more to fill out.
he reluctantly pulls his keys from his slacks, handing them over. "you know this report was supposed be on my desk yesterday?" he presses, though there's no real force behind his words. "be quick about it, i need to present them to Strauss soon."
you smile as his hand brushes yours as he drops his keys in your hand. "thank you! i swear i'm almost done!" and with that you jog down to his office.
he sighs, watching your form before turning back to head to the coffee machine.
you flick through his keys, finding the one that belongs to his office and stick it in and unlock it before pressing in to search for the file.
you set your file down on his desk before moving to the front of his desk as pull open drawer after drawer. pens, paper and ink — nope. files — but the wrong files. more of the wrong files. you don't pause until you open a drawer that causes a bunch of clanking to fill the room, you physically cringe at the sudden sound. what the?
your eyes widen as you look at the mess in this particular drawer — a shock to you as you know Aaron's a neat freak about his office space. or any space of his really.
you don't realise what you've stumbled upon until you look closer, recognising the button you gave him just a few days ago. and the closer you look you recognise the little egg-shaped pebble you gave him a week ago, along with the piece of deep blue sea glass from a month ago.
"have you found the file yet? it's in the top left drawer." his voice is tired but gentle. he walks into his office with two mugs of coffee.
you look up from where you're kneeled in front of his desk, a look in your eyes that Aaron can't describe. he pauses, "is everything okay?"
you quickly nod, then point to the drawer. "you kept everything i've given you," your voice clearly shows your shock.
Aaron visibly freezes up, only for a mere second before he blinks a few times and walks to where you're kneeled. he sets the mugs down on the desk, crouching beside you. he looks into the drawer that's opened and his expression instantly softens as he looks at all the small trinkets he's been collecting that you've given to him.
he nods, "i didn't know where i could put them at home, so i keep them here," he pauses, reaching into the drawer to pick up the button you had given him a few days ago. "it makes all the paperwork a little easier, more manageable." he finishes, twirling the button fondly between his thick fingers.
you don't know what to say, you don't even know how to react. so you merely kneel there, brows raised and your face showing a strange in between of everything you're feeling. Aaron notices the silence, and looks up from the button. he frowns as he takes in your unreadable expression. "hey, are you alright? do you need anything?" he practically rushes out.
you blink, shaking your head.
now he looks even more confused.
you finally settle on a sudden smile, your face finally cooperating with your emotions as you throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook.
Aaron wobbles a little, setting the button down before wrapping his arms around you and holding you, his heart throbs at the affection. "are you sure you're doing okay?" he asks one more time.
and you nod against him, the smile on your face only growing. "i just really love you." you speak against his skin.
his own smile grows, "i love you to sweetheart."
part two with things Aaron gives you will be out in a few days don't worry! i just desperately wanted to get anything about this fic out now now now else it would sit in my wip section for forever 🥲
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02 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: the reason to hesitate.
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CW ➥ aaron being a jerk ⋆ rough sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ finger fucking ⋆ oral sex (f!receiving) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ degradation ⋆ aaron calls you a slut a few times ⋆ choking ⋆ smoking ⋆ possessive behaviour ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 5,3K.
SUMMARY ➥ This was why you didn't want a blind date. Aaron Hotchner, your reason to hesitate. It wasn't like you were tied to him, he wasn't yours. But still...
AUTHORS NOTE ➥ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)
★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★
➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
Vanilla or caramel? Caffeinated or decaf? You stared between the flavors of canned coffees, unsure of what to get. It was well past midnight and there you were, standing in front of the freezer doors at a 7/11, debating on something so minuscule as what coffee to drink.
You had bigger things to think about. Like, how your friend set you up on a blind date with a friend of hers. Brunch, tomorrow, but you couldn't let yourself go home yet. You couldn't let yourself get under your covers and sleep. The little pout you gave to the freezer doors as you crossed your arms gave away how much you couldn't do this.
Susan meant well. She always did, but you weren't ready to date. You didn't want to date. Didn't want to put yourself out there. Yet, you couldn't say no to the brunette. So, now there you were, debating what coffee to drink past midnight because that's the one thing you can make a decision on. The one thing you knew you couldn't screw up.
You let out an unsteady breath, wiping the tears that welled up in your eyes with the back of your hand. This was stupid. You could do this. Say no. Don't show up. Tell them you have a boyfriend.
But you don't.
"Excuse me."
You ducked your head, a small apology slipping out of you as you back-stepped from the doors for the stranger to grab the energy drink from the bottom shelf. They walked away as swiftly as they came and you wondered why you couldn't be like them. Be assertive.
Instead, you gnawed on your thumbnail, staring harder at the coffee. Maybe you should get an iced tea. You inwardly groaned. It was hopeless, you didn't have it in you to say no. For all you knew, this guy was nice. He had to be someone Susan trusted. And she knew you well enough to not set you up with someone completely incompatible.
It'd be fun. You didn't have to agree to a second date. All you had to do was go on this one, tell him you had a good time, but that you weren't looking for a relationship. There, it's easy. Spend time with this guy and let him down easily. You nodded to yourself, deciding on the vanilla flavor.
The can was cool to the touch. Condensation made it slippery in your hands, but you held it close as you made your way to the counter. Just as you turned the corner, the bell above the entrance dinged, but you paid no mind.
You did, however, pay attention when a familiar person got to the counter before you.
Aaron Hotchner drummed his hands on the counter, offering the young cashier a charming smile. From the way his jaw moved, he was chewing gum. The girl smiled pleasantly in return, that Hotchner's charm is irresistible. He raised his pointer finger. "One pack of Marlboro."
"Will that be it?" She reached overhead to grab the pack he wanted.
Aaron leaned one elbow to the counter, hip jutted out as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. He must've seen you in his peripheral vision because he turned to take you in completely. His eyes raked over you once, landed on the drink in your hand, then he took it out of your hold and placed it on the counter.
"This too."
The cashier's smile dimmed, seeing how he acted with you. She saw you come in, no doubt, but you couldn't help but feel bad. It was for the best, you thought. She didn't need to be dragged down to his clutches. Once you fall for his charm, there was no going back. You would know.
"Okay." She rang up his total, to which he swiped the credit card through the reader. Her expression had sullen but picked up as he winked at her when grabbing his things.
"You have a nice night." The gum smacked between his teeth. He turned, missing the brighter shift in her expression. You held out your hand for your coffee, but he just walked past you.
Oh. You followed after him, but not without a deep, anxious feeling gnawing at your stomach. This was why you didn't want a blind date. Aaron Hotchner, your reason to hesitate. It wasn't like you were tied to him, he wasn't yours. In fact, you didn't want to run into him tonight. You didn't think you would actually.
But, god, did you cross your fingers that you'd run into him.
Aaron stopped a ways from 7/11. He stuffed the pack of cigarettes in the breast pocket of his coat, looking over your coffee with mild interest. Back leaned against a wall, he pulled the tab of your coffee and took a sip. A small indignant noise escaped you, hand raised to stop him, but you couldn't do much.
His face scrunched and he held the can out to you, his fingers pinched to the rim of it. "That's sweet."
"Yeah," you agreed, taking the can. Might as well drink it now, though you wanted to wait until you were at your apartment. It was already open, thanks to him. "It's a frappe."
"Whatever." He took out the pack he just bought, peeling away the wrapper. He eyed the multiple pockets of your coat and shoved his hand into your pocket, stowing away his garbage. You let him, but not without a sudden breath to showcase your annoyance. Better this than to litter.
"What are you doing out here?" You asked. "I don't see you around these parts."
Not unless he came to fuck you, as the street you were on was a good two-minute walk from your apartment.
He shrugged as he took out one cigarette and repocketed the pack. Aaron waited to light it, twirling the stick between his thumb and forefinger. "Stopped by your apartment. You weren't there." He glanced down at you, then to the street, finally pulling out his lighter. "Now, I know where you were."
"Oh," was all you said.
You leaned against the wall next to him, taking small sips of your coffee. The wetness on your hands didn't bode well with the chill. You pulled at the sleeves of your sweater from under the coat, giving yourself sweater paws, makeshift gloves, so the can wouldn't freeze your fingers. Aaron took several drags, not bothering to keep up the conversation.
You really wanted to stay with him, but you knew you had to get to bed soon. You took one more sip of your coffee for a confidence boost and pushed yourself off of the wall, walking by him. "It was nice running into you, but I gotta go."
He stopped you with one question. "What's the rush for?"
You gulped and paused your steps, but didn't turn. You wanted to give off the air that the conversation had ended. He didn't seem in the mood for small talk, and you really didn't want to stay out later than you had. "I have a thing tomorrow."
This captured his attention. He scoffed and you turned in time to see him shake his head with a smile behind the cigarette. He took another drag before giving you a pointed look. "That's tomorrow. What, can't spend a few minutes with a friend?"
He was right. You couldn't spend a few minutes with him. It wouldn't be for a few minutes. You knew you didn't have it in you to break off from him. If you stayed, you'd be with him for more than a few minutes. It'd mean you end up fucked and abandoned. Not to mention the hours of sleep you'd lose. Once Aaron had you in his clutches, he wouldn't let go and you wouldn't try to get away.
You took too long to respond. He flicked the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under the sole of his shoe, joining your side. "I'll walk you home."
"Oh, you don't have to," you sputtered. You shook your head with a noncommittal shrug. "I'm fine on my own."
He scoffed. "It's late at night. I'm not letting you walk home alone."
You didn't have a way to refute him. You could try and he'd eventually let you, but you didn't want to anger him and that small part of you begged for him to come home with you. Aaron just had a way into your heart, as well as your pants.
"Okay," you muttered.
Your fate had been sealed at that moment. Aaron walked next to you in silence to your apartment. You held your can to your chest, struggling to keep your expression annoyed. In truth, you were anything but annoyed at him and that pissed you off. Aaron had you wrapped around his finger. The man beside you couldn't stay out of your life for one moment without it affecting your mood completely. You were pissed at how giddy you were to have him walk you home.
Aaron's arm shot out in front of you, palm facing up. Your head sunk down, a double chin formed as he snapped his fingers. You raised a brow at him. "What?"
"Let me have a drink."
You scoffed. "What? I thought it was too sweet for you."
"Doesn't matter. I'm thirsty."
He waved his fingers a few times before you relented your drink. You pouted as he threw his head back and downed the whole thing. "I wanted to finish that, you know?"
You passed a trash bin that he dumped the can in, but not before he crushed it in one hand. To show off his strength, of course. He let out a satisfied sigh, smacking his mouth twice to you with a smile. Astonishment flooded you as his head turned away to spit his gum out of his mouth. You forgot he even had it in there, with the smoking and drinking. That had to have been gross. The small part of you that worshipped him was acutely impressed by how far he launched the gum.
He wrinkled his nose, moving his lips in a circle, smiling at you again. "Tough."
You turned your head away so he wouldn't see you roll your eyes.
"You know I bought it, right?"
"I never asked you to."
He scratched at his jaw, the two of you paused at an intersection. His eyes flicked down to you, judging you, but he stayed quiet. Silence enveloped you the rest of the walk.
When you got back to your building, Aaron followed you up to your floor. He didn't need to insist, as you never really dismissed him. It was partially on you for enabling this, but you couldn't help but hold your tongue and see where this would go. Blind date tomorrow or not, as Aaron Hotchner leaned against your doorway, tongue pressed against his cheek, you basked in his attention.
You were easy.
The apartment door opened, Aaron gestured for you to enter first. First. Not using this opportunity to part ways, he wanted you to enter the apartment first, before him. And you didn't say anything as you walked in and kicked your shoes off by the entrance, as he carried himself inside and lightly kicked the door shut behind him.
You tried to stall, to get him to leave on his own, by detouring to the kitchen. There, you grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured yourself water from the faucet. Aaron followed you, eyeing you as your fingers strummed on the countertop of the island, glass held to your mouth with small sips.
He gave a soft scoff, turning away from you. "I gotta piss."
You nodded to let him know you heard him, eyes trained to the counter as he walked to your bathroom. Strumming your fingers, you exhaled deeply through your nose. If he could just excuse himself out. You didn't want to be the one to kick him out, you didn't want him to leave, but you needed him to. This was already a dangerous game you were playing. You needed to be up early to get ready tomorrow and it was...you glanced at the clock.
Half-past one in the morning. Great. You hoped he only came in here to piss and leave, but you also severely doubted it. Once in your apartment, he was almost always glued to you, fucking you until you were putty, and then he'd take his leave.
You heard the sink but not the toilet, turning your head as the door opened. Aaron stood with his hands grasping the doorframe above. A nonchalant look on his face as he swayed back and forth. You could see his stomach peeking from under his shirt. He smirked, already aware of where your gaze fell, leaning forward more. His shirt pulled up further and you downed the rest of your water.
"Your toilet won't flush," he said.
You shook your head. You forgot to mention it to him. "Uh, yeah. Just jiggle the lever. It's touchy like that."
He reached down to the toilet, doing as you're told. His brows rose when the system flushed, humming to himself. He washed his hands again, before he made his way over to you. "You should get that checked out."
"Yeah," you agreed. "My landlord's being a bit of an ass about it, but it's fine." You waved your hand dismissively.
He hummed, grabbing the counter once he stood next to you. You tried to ignore the way he leaned with his head tilted at you, a promising look in his eyes. He sighed, rolling his head once. "What's up with you?"
"Nothing."
He followed your gaze, intensely aimed at your glass like more water would magically appear. He tilted his head the other way. "You're acting differently."
Different as in you weren't throwing yourself at him. It took everything in you to not jump on him right there, to pull his face to your and make out with him. You shoved down any thoughts you had about him fucking you, rubbing a circle into the counter with your finger.
You set the glass in the sink, opting to wash it later, and shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"So coy." He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. His eyes fell onto your microwave, noting the time. "Is this about your thing for tomorrow?"
"No." You turned to put your back to the counter, also looking at the time. "Maybe I'm just tired."
He scoffed, smile growing. "Bullshit. I know how sluggish you get when you're tired. You're wide awake right now."
"I just need to get up early for my thing-"
"So it is about that?" He rounded you to place his free hand on the other side of you, trapping you against the counter. "What is this thing?"
You glanced down at his lips. "Uh." You shook your head. "It's, you know, a thing."
"Damn, sounds mighty important." He cocked his head at you, smiling unbelievably wide. "Be a shame if you missed it, then, I'm guessing?"
"You'd guess correctly." He stepped closer, placing his hands on your hips. Your body was all but still as he pressed his front against you. "And, I think, uh-"
"Go on."
You suppressed any lustful desire in you, just long enough to scoff and put on a pout. "I don't need to tell you my plans."
"But you can tell me to leave." He raised his hand to push stray hairs behind your ear, massaging his thumb into your hip. His tone feigned care. "Go on, tell me you want me to leave."
"I-" The words died on your tongue. Your pout grew. He knew you wanted him there, that this thing wasn't as important to you as having him there with you.
"Knew it." You squeaked when he picked you up and sat you on the counter, positioning himself between your legs. He rubbed circles on the inside of your thighs, your pants nulling the friction just enough to still shiver from his touch.
"Aaron, I--" You only braced your hands on his biceps as his expert hands unzipped your pants. He pulled both your pants and underwear down with you shifting to help get them off. You were a goner. No part of you wanted him to leave now. You didn't try to stop him. You wanted this too much.
So much for trying to save yourself.
He ran his hands up and down your naked thighs. You swallowed down the tension as he brought his face close to yours. Gingerly, he helped push your coat off and shove it off the counter. His face mere inches from your own, your lips parted in a small o-shape as his thumb swiped in a line along your slit.
"I'm going to show you why you won't play coy with me." He pinched your clit, eliciting a sharp cry from you, but soothed it down with his thumb rubbing a circular motion on your poor bud. "You belong to me, so I expect good behavior."
You nodded weakly, biting your lip. He kept his eyes on yours, a challenge to dare look away while he toyed with your clit. Your hands splayed on the counter behind you, face screwed in a twist of pain and pleasure from feeling two of his fingers push into your entrance. The spread was nothing like his dick, but it was no less uncomfortable the first minute.
He thrust his fingers mercilessly into you, eyes half-lidded at the way your face contorted. Your slick gathered around his fingers, down to his knuckles. He thumbed your clit while he fingered you, the noises of squelching flesh making you shiver. The eye contact became too much and your head forward to watch his fingers fuck you to a new high.
He clicked his tongue, scissoring your insides in just a way that you didn't like. You whined, bucked against him. Either to get away, or get him fuck you harder, you didn't know. All you knew was that your arms lazily rested on his shoulders as he finger-fucked you.
"Who do you belong to?"
You tensed from the tightening coil in your belly. Shaking your head, you muttered out a bunch of "you"s, but that didn't satisfy him. Your legs wrapped around his hips. He grabbed your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze and he repeated himself.
"Who do you belong to?"
Your voice came out higher, louder, and breathier. "You. Aaron Hotchner."
He smiled, pleased at hearing his name from your lips. He thrust his fingers harder into you, thumb roughly rubbing your clit as he helped you cum. You froze, hips twitching and the walls of your cunt threatening to swallow his fingers, but he fucked you through the high.
A moment later, you slumped against him, head on his chest as you tried to catch your breath. Aaron placed an arm on your shoulder, keeping you off of him. You blinked, still breathless when he crouched in front of you. Your eyes widened as he pulled you to the edge of the counter.
The slickness swiped under you and you inwardly cringed, dreading having to clean your counter, but were brought back to reality as Aaron blew air against your cunt. Your legs closed around his head, but he lifted his gaze to you. He parted your legs as far as they could go, narrowing his gaze at you.
"Keep them wide open."
You nodded at the command, waiting eagerly for his next move. He took his eyes off of you, spreading your lower lips with two fingers. The man first stared blankly at the juices on your cunt, at the way it glistened under the dim overhead light that you never turned off. He blew air over it again, your thighs tensing from how hard you fought to keep them where they were.
He locked eyes with you and neared his mouth to your cunt, licking a long stripe up the length of it with the flat of his tongue, curling the end just slightly to add to the feeling. You softly moaned, face twisting in pleasure. He repeated the motion with slow, long licks. His tongue teased around your entrance and your cunt pulsed for him.
He gradually paced himself faster, his tongue wet and cool against you. You bucked against him, only for him to hold your hips down with one arm while the other hand kept your cunt spread wide open for him. You only twitched helplessly, keeping your legs open as your head tried to loll back but you were so enraptured with the way his tongue fucked you but his eyes now locked onto yours.
"Aaron," you moaned.
His tongue dove into your cunt completely. Your face twisted, your mouth fell open. A small trail of drool leaked out of the corner of your mouth from how wild he fucked you with his mouth. Thrusting his tongue in your mouth, swirling it around your swollen bud, he went the whole nine miles and clasped his mouth around your bud to suck lightly on it.
Your nails scratched down the countertop, moans spilling out of you. Legs pulled an inch out of position, only for you to spread them back out from the hard stare he sent you. God, you shouldn't have been turned on by the near glare, but you were. In retaliation, his teeth grazed your clit and you yelped from the pain, but moaned as he moved his hands to the back of your knees.
You just knew his muscles tensed in his arms, holding you apart for him as you bucked into his mouth. The idea of him using his strength on you only spurred you on. Bucking with reckless abandon, you threw your head back. Your moans were enough to probably wake the neighbors, but you didn't care. The coil returned, tight and on the edge, you wanted release and you wanted it now.
Aaron granted your wish. The obscene sounds, the way he looked beneath you, his glare, and he even let out a low throaty sound. It vibrated into you. All of it combined sent you over the edge, crying out as you came, spasming in his hold, twitching against him, but he drank it up. He didn't take his mouth off of you until you were spent.
Your thighs twitched, but as he stood to his full height, he pulled you off of the counter. You braced your hands on his arms in a tight grip to keep yourself up, legs wobbly. He wrapped one arm around your waist, his free hand cupped to your cheek. To your surprise, he leaned his head down. Your heart fluttered, wondering if he was going to kiss you.
Aaron Hotchner had never kissed you in all the times you fucked. You could hear your heart thrum in your ears, eyes fluttering closed as your lips puckered, body slack. His thumb brushed your bottom lip, before he pinched your jaw. Your eyes widened as he forced your mouth open and spat. He narrowed his eyes with a smile, pushing your mouth closed as you twitched.
Your juices mixed with his saliva melted with yours. You shook your head, shivering in disgust, but he tsked.
"Swallow."
Your cunt spasmed from the commanding tone he used. You'd do anything he said, especially when he used that voice. You steeled yourself, swallowing it down without thinking too hard on it. A cold, disgusted shiver passed down your spine, but Aaron smiled, pulling his palm away to wipe the dribble that spilled past your lips with his thumb.
"Good girl."
You shook your head, face contorted in disgust. "That was disgusting."
"I'll keep that in mind for next time."
You didn't know what to think of that.
He flipped you around, pressing your stomach on the counter. You gripped the hem of your sweater, struggling to get it off. He got it off for you, biting your exposed shoulder as he tossed your sweater past the counter. Your head lolled back, feeling his hands roughly grope your breasts through your bra. He slid his hands around to your clasps. Swiftly, he undid them and you slid the material off, tossing it aside.
He freely groped your breasts, kneading them in a way that had you fall back into him, but he stopped too soon to press against the base of your neck. Your breasts pressed down to the counter, the wet spot from your cunt coating the middle of your torso. It had you shiver.
You heard the sound of his zipper become undone, half tempted to look back, but didn't. Aaron kicked your feet apart, the rough material of his shoes knocked against your ankles. You accommodated him, spreading your legs as far as he wanted.
Pleased, he rubbed your ass before planting a hard smack to it. You yelped. He smacked you again. Your head snapped to look over your shoulder, but he pressed his chest against your back, sandwiching you between him and the counter, his breath fanned over your ear.
"Want to tell me what this 'thing' is?"
The thing for tomorrow?
Fuck no, he didn't need to know.
You shook your head. He rubbed your ass where you were sure a bright red mark had formed. "You sure, pretty girl?"
You held your tongue, but he smacked harder than the other times. Relenting from the pain, you gasped. "It's a blind date."
He froze behind you. You felt him shake before you heard his cackling. He patted your ass gently like you did a good thing. "A blind date? That's it?" His laughter died down and he cooed into your ear. "Think he'll fuck you like I get to?"
You scoffed. "I'm not fucking on the first date."
"'Fucked me."
"You were a one-night stand."
"And yet here we are." He lined his dick up to your cunt, rubbing the head down and up your slit. Your legs shook, but he only laughed. "Does that say something about me?"
"Only that you're my boy toy." You didn't know where this boldness came from, but the rush of adrenaline from talking to him this way gave you a rush you didn't want to stop.
"What makes you think you're not my fuck toy?" He bottomed out in your cunt in one, rough thrust. You bit down your lip with a throaty moan.
"Doesn't matter." You bucked backward into his hips but he held your hips still. All control was his. "We're not even dating."
"That's right." He slid one hand forward, two fingers rubbing your clit. You twitched on contact, sensitive to the touch. He nuzzled your neck with his nose as you writhed under him. "But you know who you belong to."
Still feeling bold, you bit your tongue to refrain from saying what he wanted to hear. It was useless, though, because Aaron Hotchner knew your body. He knew how to make you sing his favorite tune. He gave a monotone laugh, certain he'd break you swiftly.
He continued to give a dry laugh as he thrust into you, fucking you into the counter. You moaned, filled with pleasure despite the slight discomfort to your front. His thrusts weren't slow at all, fast and hard from the start. Your legs were already weak from his previous treatments, shaking like a newborn fawn. He didn't stop, his laugh turned to moans that hit each thrust, his breath ragged.
You arched your back as best as you could against the counter, crying in ecstasy from how he filled your cunt with his sheer size. Going as far as to prop one knee on the counter, your eyes rolled back, he now hit harder and deeper. He laughed at your obscene sounds, his hand finding its way to your throat, he pulled you back against him. This angle caused discomfort, but from how deep he hit and the pace he rubbed your clit, you didn't care.
"Say who you belong to," he moaned in your ear, his head dropping against your shoulder.
This close, you could feel his suit jacket rub against your naked back, the button from his pants hitting the bottom of your ass, right where it met your thigh. Your moans mixed with his, shaking your head as you tried to lose yourself in the bliss.
He squeezed your throat. The tight coil in your belly unraveled with a loud moan escaping you, your hands grasped around his wrist. Your vision became spotty as you came, oxygen becoming harder to receive. You shook in his hold, your walls spasming and you cried out his name. His hand shook from how hard he squeezed you, but he let go and you took a deep breath, another orgasm spilling out of you from the sudden influx of air. A dry orgasm, your walls spasmed around him.
His thrusts increased, losing rhythm and becoming wild. He moved his hand from your throat down to your boob, squeezing it as he brushed his lips against your ear. "That's right. You're mine. You're my slut. I own you. Nobody else."
You cried out, oversensitive, but continued to squeeze your boob, pinch your nipple, rub your clit roughly; he did everything to overstimulate you to the max, to keep you writhing and spasming over his cock. When he came, he didn't relent the stimulation, keeping it up until your spasming walls took all he had to give. You cried, a shaking mess in his arms until you both slumped over the counter, his breaths hot on your neck.
He pulled his dick out of you, your head angled to see the cum spill out of you onto the floor in little droplets, the rest leaked down your thighs. You held yourself up by your elbows as he stuffed his dick in his pants and buttoned his pants.
Aaron maneuvered around you. He took the glass you set in the sink and filled it halfway with water, taking generous gulps. You watched his throat bob as he drank, the lower half of your body still quaking and twitching. He watched you watch him, his gaze back to that narrow judgmental stare.
He set the glass down with a satisfied sigh. His eyes stayed on your figure as he fished out his new pack of cigarettes, taking out the second one of the night. He walked over to you as he lit it, taking a long drag. You raised a brow as he took the cigarette, holding his breath long enough to lean close and blow the smoke into your face.
You coughed, waving your hand weakly. He smiled, a fairly pleasant smile like he didn't just fuck you senseless in all your naked glory while he stayed fully clothed. The pad of his thumb wiped at the tip of his nose and then he made his way to the door.
He stopped just as he opened it a crack, turning to you and waved his fingers playfully. "Have fun on your date tomorrow."
The door closed behind him and you slumped your head against the counter.
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01 ★ pink lemonade ❥ ROOMMATE! A. HOTCHNER.
➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon.
CW ➥ brief mention of hotch's guns ⋆ other than that nothing else! ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,5k. SONG ➥ pink lemonade , james bay.
SUMMARY ➥ you had honestly forgotten you had posted a listing for a roommate — until the firm but gentle knock on the door revealed a tall man behind it, in a neat suit.
AUTHORS NOTE ➥ screw it, i cannot wait any longer while i finish up the chapters i had wanted to write before i started posting this series. so here is chapter one 😁 trust the process, i'm not a huge fan of this chapter, the rest definitely get better!
★ - © 2023 HTCHNR. do not copy, share or translate my work to this platform, or any other! - ★
CHAPTER ONE | cinnamon sugar.
➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
you had honestly forgotten you had posted a listing for a roommate — until the firm but gentle knock on the door revealed a tall man behind it, in a neat suit.
"hello! can i help you?" you ask, puzzled, as your eyes flit across the bizarre character in front of you. he looked official — agent or lawyer official — in a charming suit and neatly combed hair.
he flashed a small smile, "i'm Aaron, Hotchner, we very briefly spoke through emails about the roommate listing. is the offer still open?" he knew it was still open, you hadn't taken down the listing yet.
you blink for a second, before a smile takes over your face. "yeah! do you want to come in?" you offer, stepping aside. he smiles, stepping inside the apartment. you close the door behind him, moving to the kitchen, "can i get you anything to drink? tea or coffee? i've got other things as well of course,"
he chuckles at your enthusiasm, you're a little too easily trusting — stepping aside for him and letting him in as soon as he asks about the listing.
the background check he had Garcia run for him turned up with nothing strange or crazy, you lead a simple, easy life. went through school, almost finished college but had to take a long break due to your grandmother passing away. but you've started taking classes again, and you're grades are great.
you don't work full time, you help out in the café just below the apartments a few days a week — you're good friends with the owner of the building, and have been since you were a teenager. she helps you out with your bills and you help her out with the physical work wherever you possibly can.
honestly he doesn't know what about you or the apartment pulled him in, maybe he was just sick of living alone — the silence starting to take a toll on him. or he just wanted a change in his life, a different environment to come home too.
"some coffee is fine, thank you." he replies, setting his briefcase by the door. the apartment looks nice — homey and sweet, from his first impression of you, it reflects who you are.
you nod, opening the cupboard to grab two mugs. lucky for him, you had just finished making a fresh pot of coffee. you set down two mugs, grabbing the pot as you pour the coffee. "do you like anything in it?"
he thinks for a second, "a little sugar?"
you nod to yourself, grabbing your little sugar jar and spooning in some. you finish making yours before taking the two mugs towards the living room. "please, take a seat," you motion to the couch as you settle into the arm chair beside it.
you hand him his mug, earning a small smile as he looks at the colourful pattern on the mug. "thank you." he grins, taking a sip. the coffee tastes great, mixed with a hint of, cinnamon?
you can see him thinking, so you beat him to the question. "oh sorry! i hope cinnamon sugar is okay, i need to buy a new pack of regular sugar i used the last of it in the cookies i baked last night.."
he shakes his head, "the sugar is fine, don't worry."
you grin, nodding. "so, uh, Aaron?" you look up from your mug — uhg, he's handsome. "what drew you-" you huff, stopping your sentence. "i'm not really good at this, uh, just tell me about yourself?" you sheepishly smile, tilting your head.
"don't worry about it," he smiles reassuringly. "well, i'm thirty-three, i work at the FBI," he pauses, thinking. "i work odd hours, sometimes i'm away for a little while, not more than a few weeks. oh, i do carry two guns, would that be a problem here?" he hadn't thought about that yet.
you finish your coffee in a large sip, shaking your head as you swallow it down quickly. "not a problem at all! i'm not a huge fan of guns but as long as you put them away properly i have no issue with them." you smile.
he nods, acknowledging it.
"but FBI? are you a secret agent or something? as long as you can talk about obviously," you grin, intrigued by his profession.
he chuckles at your enthusiasm. "i work in the Behavioural Analysis Unit, we profile behaviour and habits to catch killers. we pick apart what makes someone tick, how they move, what their house looks like for example, what their job is, their facial expressions, little habits. and we create a profile based on that, that describes the person we're looking for."
you look utterly captured by his explanation, very intently listening. "that sounds really interesting, so you deal with serial killers too?"
he nods, "serial killers, arsonists, bombers."
your eyes light up, "tell me, is it anything like true crime shows?" you watch a little too many of those..
he laughs, "i guess a little, though much more complex."
you grin and nod. "on another note, is there anything you'd like to know in detail about the apartment? specific things you need or?"
he thinks for a moment, "could we take a look around?"
you nod, setting your mug down on the coffee table. "yeah! well, as you've been looking around, this is the living room, ..."
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the tour went well, Aaron intently listened as you explained things and showed things, asking small questions here and there. he took a good look around every window and door, thoroughly checking the front door as well. you showed him his room, as well as a room you told him he could use as an office if he needed to.
he ended up staying for dinner, as it was late when the tour and check up was finished. you had insisted on cooking, while he didn't want to trouble you. you had said that you were gonna order something cause you were tired, but when he agreed to staying for dinner you changed your plans and decided to cook. you had made biscuits and gravy, having made the dough this morning already.
"wow," he said, fingers in front of his lips as he chewed. "this is really good." comfort flooded his body as he ate the food — he had been living off of take out for too long.
you smile, looking down. "thank you, i'm glad it's good."
the rest of dinner was filled with small talk, little things about you, little things about him. with the last few scrapes of your forks your plates were empty and the two of you sat in silence for a second.
"so, what do you think?" you smile hopefully.
he returns the smile, "when can i move in?"
safe to say you're just a little ecstatic. it's been a while since you've lived with anyone — not since you first semester in college — so you're excited.
your grin grows, "whenever you're ready."
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01 ★ heartless love crime ❥ ch: his and his alone.
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CW ➥ rough sex ⋆ Aaron uses you for your body ⋆ Hotch is not nice!! ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ heavy use of whore at one point ⋆ possessive sex ⋆ ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 2,8k. SONG ➥ look back , diplo.
CHAPTER SUMMARY ➥ It'd been a long week on its own. He hadn't called you. Every day, your leg bounced anxiously, your eyes flicking over to the phone you kept near you. You couldn't handle the wait. He always made you wait. It was never when you wanted it, only if he felt like it. You were just a toy for him. And yet, you still had a strong attachment to him.
AUTHORS NOTE ➥ hi 😁 this is not a nice series! i want to make that clear!! Hotch is toxic, rude and awful in this. (yet so hot at the same time uhg)
on another note, i have no clue how frequently i'll update this story 😅 i'll try my absolute best though! the next chapter is already almost finished 🤭
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➻❥ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫. ➻❥ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫.
A cold winter had set in. Days were shorter, the sun barely shone through dismal clouds. Your mood shifted to the worst in the past month. Work became less bearable and you loathed roaming the streets in the dark when it was just six pm.
It'd been a long week on its own. He hadn't called you. Every day, your leg bounced anxiously, your eyes flicking over to the phone you kept near you. You couldn't handle the wait. He always made you wait. It was never when you wanted it, only if he felt like it.
You were just a toy for him.
And yet, you still had a strong attachment to him.
No one made you feel the way he made you feel. Since the first time you met him at the bar, since he charmed his way into your apartment, into your pants, you couldn't get him out of your mind. You gave him your number after the sex that day, hastily scrawling the numbers onto a scrap of paper from your nightstand as he jumped into his slacks, buttoning them with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
While you stood naked before him, holding the paper out, under his nonchalant gaze as he contemplated taking it, you wanted so desperately for him to take it. You'd gnawed at your lip, which he watched with mild interest before he took the paper impassively, telling you he'll probably call you and he was out the door.
Only for him to call you the next day. For him to call you each day, show up at your apartment leaned against the doorframe with sunglasses on and a cigarette hanging between slightly parted lips, unlit. For him to leave you a sobbing mess in bed and sore all over, just to see you again the next day.
For him to take you to a high you'd never experienced before, taking away all other senses and just overflowing your mind and body with him. His teeth. His lips. His dick. His filthy words in your ears that broke your heart while simultaneously leaving you spasming on him.
He made you his, and you let him.
So, the one day you decided to let yourself have fun, to join your friends after having not seen them in weeks, you tried to get him off your mind. You forced yourself to leave your phone in your pocket as you had a glass of wine in hand and a canvas in front of you. Painting relaxed you. The mix of blues and whites and greys on your blank slate, creating art, you let your mind melt into the process. For the first time in two months, you had gone longer than ten minutes without thinking of him. After twitching your hands all week to call him, to beg him to see you, you felt at peace.
And then your phone buzzed.
You froze in your chair, listening to the buzzing. When your friends looked at you, when you feared this was your only chance to have him, you excused yourself to the bathroom and pulled your phone out of your pocket. The familiar caller ID almost had your knees buckle, heart fluttering, so you put the toilet seat down and sat on it, putting your phone to your ear.
"Took you long enough to answer."
You let out an unsteady breath, relieved and tense to hear his voice again. Your thighs pressed together and you cleared your throat. "Sorry, I'm out with friends."
"Not available?" His dismissive tone made you lurch forward as if you could physically grab him and pull him to you. You shook your head, not that he could see.
"No, I can be available. When do you want to meet?"
"I'm on my way to your apartment. Be there in ten."
The line clicked after that. You laid the phone on your lap, hand pressed to your mouth. God, you were such a terrible friend for what you were about to do. Slowly, you came out of the bathroom, walked to your friends as they laughed over some joke, and shyly told them you had to leave. You received concerned and confused looks, but you just told them it was a work thing. You grabbed your coat and apologized. Their goodbyes sat in the back of your mind the second the door closed behind you and you hastily walked away.
You were so easy. Your schedule cleared up whenever he called. You really abandoned your friends for a fuck.
Nine minutes later, your building's elevator opened onto your floor. There he was, leaned against the wall with his shoulder, eyes on you. His face was blank, even as you came up to the door with your keys in hand. No sunglasses, for it was already evening and the sun was long gone. His judging half-lidded gaze was in full view, your hand shaking and you bit your cheek as you opened the door.
Your heart raced in your chest, walking into the apartment first with him following you in. He closed the door behind him. You turned to him to ask if he wanted anything to drink out of obligation, but he walked straight to your bedroom, shedding his jacket and throwing it onto your sofa as he did. Like an obedient dog, you trailed after him.
He kicked off his shoes and you followed suit as you made your way to his side.
Your heart raced when he stopped at the foot of your bed, turning to you. His hands already reached out before you could completely stop in front of him, pulling your coat off of you. You raised your hands and your shirt followed next. He grabbed your ass and you leaped into his hold, letting him bring you down onto the bed before he crawled over you. His hands expertly unbuttoned your pants, pulling down both your pants and underwear. Left in just your bra, your chest heaved from the sudden squeeze to your thighs.
He placed a kiss on your collarbone, sliding his hands up the back of your thighs before pulling them apart. His kisses trailed down the valley of your breasts, biting gently at the mound as his fingers spread your cunt to the cool air. You whined, thighs threatening to close, but unable to with his body keeping them from completely shutting. He still gave you a look from your attempt.
You shuddered, maintaining eye contact as he rubbed circles on your clit. One finger teased at your opening, the sound of your juices coating his finger and rubbing back against you filled the silence. His eyes narrowed just the slightest, judging you.
"Do you want me to stop?" You shook your head. "Then, keep your legs open."
You muttered a "yes, sir," prompting him to rub your clit faster, coating your opening with your juices. A finger would teasingly slip into your entrance, rub against your wall, only to pull back out and wipe your slick on you. His lips pulled down slightly.
"You're already so wet. I'm barely touching you." He pressed the flat of his palm against you, digging the heel of his palm on your clit. You bucked uselessly against it, his other hand quick to hold your hips down, to keep you under his control. "You want me to fuck you?"
"Yes," voice breathy, you nodded.
He brought his face close to yours, face a blank slate once more. "Then, beg."
So, you did. You begged for his cock, begged for him to fuck you completely and with no restraint. You were his. Please, please. With each pitiful plea that fell from your lips, he rubbed your clit faster. He pushed two fingers into you and fucked you hard just like that. You writhed, unable to buck into his touch, head falling into the pillow and back arching.
He didn't stop, not until you came around his fingers. And you did. He knew just how to vary the pace and intensity with just his fingers, thumb rubbing hard circles into you, to get you to your climax in record time. Aaron Hotchner knew your body. He kept it up while you spasmed around his fingers, while you cried out with quivering lips.
You stilled limply, catching your breath as he pulled his fingers out of you. He stood on his knees, pulling his shirt over his shoulders, toned stomach flexing with the movement. You propped yourself on your elbows, covered in slick sweat, watching him shimmy his pants down and toss them off the bed with his boxers following suit. Like usual, your mouth watered at the full sight of his naked body.
"On your knees."
It was a struggle, but you did as told. You knew the routine. Your hands reached for the headboard, arching your back into the bed as your ass rose higher. He smacked your ass, making you wince from the rough play, but your breath hitched as he splayed his hands over your back. You felt him lean over you, unclasping your bra. The straps slid down to your elbows, your boobs bouncing freely without its binding.
He roughly squeezed your boobs, chest pressed to your back as he lazily rubbed himself against you. His long shaft rubbed electricity against your cunt, the friction on your clit mesmerizing. Face next to your ear, his hot breaths hit your ear, all these sensations made your head loll back, his breathing much more clear to you.
"Aaron," you breathily said.
He squeezed your boobs one more time before one hand dropped between you to line his dick up to your cunt. No warning was given when he bottomed out, your back arching as your shoulders pressed into his collarbone, a sharp cry leaving your lips. He didn't wait on you, a sharp exhale from his mouth as he started to thrust.
You gripped the headboard tightly, biting your lips to muffle the filthy moans that tried to escape you. The headboard slammed against the wall, the mattress squeaking as unholy obscenities spilled out of you. Only Aaron could do this to you.
He didn't like you biting down your moans. Aaron pinched your nipple, twisting it hard and your mouth fell open in a pained moan. His lips right next to your ear, he hissed, "Don't you dare fucking hold back. Fucking scream."
He wrapped one hand around your throat, pulling you up into his chest. Your bra completely slipped off your arms, falling listlessly at your knees. He fucked up into you, one hand between your folds to roughly rub at your clit. His hand was hot against your neck. You bounced in his hold, moans climbing higher and higher.
You came around him, the second orgasm of the night. Reaching behind you, you buried your fingers into his hair, his moans right in your ear and mixing with the sick sounds of sex the two of you made. Your walls spasmed around him, tears coming down your cheeks from the intensity of it all.
He pushed his mouth against your ear. "Is this what you want?"
You nodded.
"Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you senseless."
"I want you-" you shuddered from the overstimulation, earning a squeeze of your throat and a pinch to your clit. You squirmed, forcing yourself to say it all in one, short breath. "I want you to fuck me senseless. I want you Hotchner."
"Atta girl," he smacked your cunt. "That's right."
You continued to stroke his ego. "I'm yours. I'm all yours."
"Yes. Yes." He groaned, perfectly pleased to hear that. "You belong to me."
"Aaron-" You felt another coil building. He was so rough with you, you couldn't help but become putty in his hands. At the sound of his name, he rose one finger from your throat, tilting your head back, feeling you swallow nothing. "I'm gonna-"
"Cum," he ordered. He licked a stripe up your neck. "Cum on my dick, again, you stupid slut."
You shivered, back arching as you came. The third time and he still had yet to come. You really were as easy as he said you were. Aaron knew your body. He knew what made you belong to him.
He moaned out a breathy laugh in your ear. "You little whore. You're so fucking horny." He nosed your cheek, nibbling at your ear. "You're my whore. Got it?"
You nodded, well-spent but he didn't stop inside you. Tears poured down your face, your body sweaty and you were so unbearably hot. Your slick back rubbed his slick chest. Every thrust was wet and sloppy, your juices making a mess on your thighs.
Lip quivering, you repeated what he said with confidence. "I'm your whore."
"Yeah, you are." His thrusts grew wilder, more erratic. "Yeah, you fucking are. Mine."
"Aaron-"
"My fucking dirty whore." His hand squeezed at your throat, leaving you gasping in his hold. "You fucking belong to me."
Your hands fell from his, wrapping around the wrist that squeezed your life out of you. You didn't try to pull him off of you, feeling another orgasm coming. Dots spotted along your vision, it was getting harder to breathe. He fucked into you hard.
"Your body is mine to fuck." He rubbed your clit hard with two fingers, not even in circles anymore. Just rough rubbing in a straight line. Your clit tinged in pain from overstimulation, you choked for air. "Nobody else can fuck you like I do."
You nodded as best as you could in agreement. He was right. Aaron knew your body, knew what to make you tick and squirm and cry and moan. He knew how to make you keel, how to beg for him. He knew what exactly made you the whore that you were. And it was all by his hand, for him, and only for him.
His hand squeezed impossibly tighter around you. Together, you came for the fourth time as Aaron fucking Hotchner fucked his seed into you. Warm, white liquid spilled into your walls, your cunt milking him with each spasm. He fucked you through your high, through his, with wild thrusts.
As he came, his grasp on your throat loosened to a mere hold, and your orgasm heightened from the sudden influx of oxygen into your lungs. You slumped against him, his dick no longer spilling his cum into you. He softened in you, still fucking for another moment before he completely let you go.
You flopped forward onto the bed, letting the sheets cool your body off. He pulled out of you, his cum spilling out of you. You shivered as the air kissed against your wet body, blanketing you in a chill. Weakly, you turned over onto your back.
You wanted Aaron Hotchner to kiss you.
You wanted him to hold you close and massage your thighs and praise you. For him to whisper sweet nothings about you--to you.
He sat at the edge of your bed, pants in hand as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket. You didn't have it in you to ask him not to smoke in here, not as he lit the cigarette and took a long drag. His back muscles flexed as he reached down and grabbed his clothes, as he stuffed his dick into his boxers and shimmied into his pants. Covered in sweat, but not as much as you were, he zipped the front of his pants.
Your eyes lit with hope, as they always did when he turned to you and held his cigarette out of his mouth between pinched fingers. His face was blank, with no emotion whatsoever. Like always, you gulped, chest heaving and trying to catch your breath as he looked you over. Kept his eyes on your spread legs where his seed spilled out of you.
He took another long drag, turning away from you. "You should get yourself cleaned up."
And like all the other times, he left you a mess on the bed. The apartment door clicked shut in the distance and your gaze drifted to the ceiling. He made you wait a week, just to fuck you and leave, again.
And, like all the other times, you'd wait for his call the next day. And the next.
Aaron knew you. He knew you were addicted. Nobody else would ever get the chance to fill your heart, not like he did.
You were his.
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★ new favorite flavor ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon. ➻❥ kinktober masterlist.
🎃 KINKTOBER PROMPT ➥ blood kink + Unsub!Hotch.
CW ➥ knife play ⋆ consuming blood ⋆ cutting ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ piv sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,2k. SONG ➥ tear you apart , she wants revenge.
SUMMARY ➥ his voice almost makes you want to give in— lean into the knife as he slits your throat, fucking you into hell as he laps at the fountain of blood — the way he's fucking you almost has you dreaming for it to happen..
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"oh fuck-" you moaned, eyes rolling back as he plowed into you relentlessly. the cold metal of the sharp knife pressed to your throat and the cold marble of the counter you were seated on only adding to the pleasure somehow.
you tilted your head up a little, almost subconsciously trying to get away from the knife— despite knowing he wouldn't harm you with it. he wouldn't, would he?
the way his half lidded eyes are fixed on the knife against your throat, you weren't entirely sure. but the way his cock was slamming into you blurred any fear you had— you felt like you could honestly die like this, with his cock bullying your insides, a large hand holding your waist. holding your waist almost delicately and sweetly despite the knife against your throat.
"come on honey," he rasped against your ear. "bet your blood tastes as sweet as your lips." he grins sickly.
his voice almost makes you want to give in— lean into the knife as he slits your throat, fucking you into hell as he laps at the fountain of blood — the way he's fucking you almost has you dreaming for it to happen.
your back arches as his aching head brushes against your cervix, throat pressing ever more into the knife. a whimper leaves your lips as you feel the knife ever so slightly slice your soft skin. blood almost immediately started to slowly drip down, his eyes practically lighting up at the sight.
"would you look at that, want me to taste you that bad sweetheart?" he groans, his pace faltering slightly.
you whimpered, clenching around him erratically— you didn't want to be this turned on, but my god did you want to give him anything he'd ask for.
you nodded, the knife only digging into the small wound more, more blood dripping from it and dripping onto your breasts. he has never seen a more beautiful sight than that.
he groans, eyes still glued to the wound, reluctantly pulling the bloodied knife from your throat, dropping it beside you as his now free hand grabs the back of your neck, pulling you in closer by it. you let out a high pitched moan as his pace slows down and gets deeper.
you're almost embarrassed by the sound that escapes you when his lips attach themselves to your chest, sucking up the the spilled blood. you're almost even more embarrassed of how much the moan he lets out turns you on— the sound so pleasured, as if he's just tasted the best thing in existence.
"if only you could taste yourself honey, sweet 'n rich like chocolate. you might be my new favourite flavour." he moans against your chest, tongue lapping up the small stream of blood all the way up your throat until he reaches the source.
you didn't even see your climax coming when it hit you— the sensation of his cock rearranging your guts and his lips painfully sucking on the wound like his life depends on it have you crashing over the edge so violently you almost see stars.
"that's it honey, mm that's it." he coaxes in a groan, hips stuttering from the way you're pulsing around him.
he's not far behind— the way your walls are suffocating him and the way your blood drips down his throat has him fucking into you in a frenzied state. hip bones thudding into yours in a dull, almost pleasurable pain.
"i wish i could taste you all day, suffocate in your sickly sweet taste, drown in it." he rasped against your throat, his voice strained as he plows into you.
"please Aaron," you cry, thighs trembling and your head feeling light headed. "please please please," you didn't even know what you were pleading for at this point— your head swimming with pleasure and overstimulation as tears rolled down your cheeks and joined the blood on your chest.
"aw, look at my girl crying so sweetly for me," he groaned, bloody lips kissing the tears away— leaving bloody lip stains across your skin. if only you could see yourself like this— bloody lips all over your cheeks like a sick painting.
his hips stuttered and you knew he was close. your fingers digging into his thick biceps as he his pace sped up, pathetic whimpers and cries leaving you as you shook against him— clinging on to him.
"gonna fill you up, fuck i might suck you dry while i'm at it my sweet girl." he lapped at your throat, his hips stuttering before they come to a halt— slamming into you for the final time as he cums.
his lips wrapped around the wound as he paints your walls white with his hot cum, slowly fucking it into you as he laps up the blood around his lips as if it's the most delectable thing he's ever had.
he pulls away from your throat and you fall over into his arms, head laying on his shoulder as you both try to catch your breath. he holds you against him, savouring the blood on his teeth as he breathes in and out deeply.
it's almost entirely silent besides the sound of heavy breathing, you've collapsed almost entirely against him, panting and fighting slight lightheaded feeling.
after some time he pulls you off him, holding your face. "honey?" he asks, angling your face to look at him. you blinked slowly, sluggishly nodding. he leans in, pressing his lips to yours. you tiredly moan at the coppery taste invading your senses as his tongue swirls around yours.
he pulls away, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek. "let's get cleaned up, yeah?" you nod, your head swimming as you're trying to focus on him.
he snakes an arm around your waist, the other resting under your ass when he picks you up— walking to the bathroom, your blood smearing across his chest in a way he hopes to never forget.
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01 ★ minecraft HCs ❥ A. HOTCHNER.
➻❥ masterlist. ➻❥ patreon.
CW ➥ fluff so sweet it'll make you sick ⋆ brief one second mention of alcohol ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!
WC ➥ 1,2k. SONG ➥ you are the right one , sports.
SUMMARY ➥ certain mobs and how i think it would go with Aaron and what he'd think of them.
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༺★ his first encounter with a hostile mob would DEFINITELY be with a creeper 🫣 at first he'd glance past it and think it was a strange shrub. (the game looks strange anyway, maybe he just hasn't seen this type of shrub before)
༺☆ so he goes to investigate ... he gets pretty close ... until the 'shrub' turns around and he's met with a very much alive mob. and TWO seconds later, the poor man is met with hissing, then a boom and a second later 'you died!' 😔💔
༺★ he huffs, sitting on the couch perplexed, wth was that??????? you were at work currently, and he knew you were in a meeting so he had to text you his confusion.
THE LOOK ON YOUR FACE when you get a text from him saying ; 'what are the tall bushes with faces on them?' you nearly snort out loud when your eyes glance over the text. so when you're out of the meeting you immediately call him, you MUST know what the HECK he's talking about.
"Aaron have you been drinking??" you start the call with, checking your watch, that says 2:47PM. no way he'd be drunk right?
Aaron is confused. "no???"
"what do you mean with the text 'the tall bushes with faces on them'????"
"i walked up to a tall bush, it turned around, had a face on it, hissed and then exploded and killed me. why did it do that????"
you were nearly in TEARS from laughing, the poor man just sitting silently on the other end of the phone. "what's so funny? 🥲💔"
when you calm down from your laughing fit, you explain that they're creepers, and when you get too close the sort of sizzle and explode.
he huffs, his character walking back to pick up his stuff that he dropped when he died. "that's rude." new tears prickle at your eyes when you hear him repeat the verbal stim you haven't been able to let go of for weeks. you rub off on him a little too much maybe.....
༺☆ with baby zombies he definitely gets spooked the first time, like wth just hit him?????? from where?????????????? and then he looks down and sees a baby zombie — he's done. running. the baby zombie was near your house? yeah Aaron is sitting on a dirt tower on the complete other side of the biome. 😭
༺★ speaking of dirt towers — that's the first thing you taught him. need to get away from mobs? dirt tower. need to get to higher ground to see where you are? dirt tower. or a tower made of really anything you have in your inventory.
༺☆ Aaron masters the skill of dirt towers quickly — though, forgetting from time to time that it's not the best idea to use a dirt tower to get away from a skeleton... he's been shot down more times than he'd like to (or ever will) admit.
༺★ other mobs? oh he's fine with literally ANYTHING else than spiders and baby zombies.
༺☆ definitely thinks the endermen are sophisticated beings, (they get bonus points in his book when you show him the City Texture Pack where they're wearing suits. he 100% approves of them and likes them) he is most definitely a little (very) sad they're considered as hostile mobs and they'll attack him when he looks at them.
༺★ definitely HATES drowned 😭😭 'i just wanted to pick up the lily pad why are they after me????????????'
wait till he encounters the ones with tridents 😭 at first he doesn't even see where he's getting hit from, not seeing any drowned (yet) nor any other mobs besides regular fish that can't harm him. fast forward to when the drowned misses it's shot, landing the trident beside Aaron. he jumps, desperately looking around to see where it came from.
"are there things that throw tridents???" he asks, frustrated with the amount of damage he's taking from the seemingly INVISIBLE enemy.
you look up from your Switch and at the tv, seeing Aaron knee deep in a lake. "there are drowned that throw tridents, think of them like the skeletons of the water basically."
he frowns, fan-fucking-tastic.
༺☆ OMG the moment dolphins randomly attack him 😭😭 he'll definitely be pissed. 'who's hitting me??? i don't see any drowned??????????' and just when he looks around, he sees a dolphin coming at him and hitting him 😭
༺★ he'd be heartbroken tbh, suddenly thinking every passive mob will hurt him until you show him that like 99% doesn't attack you like llamas and dolphins do 😭
༺☆ zombies = average. he finds there groaning a little annoying, but what he dislikes the most is if he's building, and he accidentally drops something and a zombie is near, that it'll pick up his stuff. like excuse them?????? that's his??? give his iron axe back and let him get back to chopping trees??????
༺★ spiders? hell. no. hates them. period. he's almost a little like you with irl spiders — avoids them like the plague and gets a little jumpy when he finds them. the first time he encountered one it jumped at him out of NOWHERE, causing him to jump a little, instantly moving to build a dirt tower while he recovers.
༺☆ though, only to be smacked right off said tower, the spider going right after him again after it had climbed the tower. 'why are the spiders so damn big??????? and why can they climb walls????' now he understands why you put edges around your house, not only to look pretty but to prevent the spiders from scaling the building. noted..
the start of Minecraft may be chaotic AF for him, but Aaron loves nothing more than to get comfy on the couch with you and play for hours. 🥰
Aaron x minecraft is living in my DREAMS y'all 😭😭🩷 i cannot stop writing small drabbles and HCs UHGGGG 😩😭🩷
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desire blocks out the sun - snippet
CW ➥ hotel sex ⋆ rough sex ⋆ reader was held at gunpoint by Hotch in the beginning ⋆ Hotch is really only doing this for a sexual relief ⋆ he has no feelings for reader ⋆ toxic!Hotch ⋆ he fucks reader just to get under hers and the BAU's skin ⋆ piv sex ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ creampie ⋆ Hotch ditches reader after the sex ⋆ mention of a string of murders ⋆ may or may not committed by our dearest lov Aaron ⋆ you'll never know ;)
(this is the full CW list, definitely not everything written here is mentioned in this little snippet!)
kinktober prompt ; hotel sex + Unsub!Hotch.
it was ridiculously sinful — how fucking good his lips felt mashing against yours in a heated dance. his tongue pushing past your lips and dragging across your teeth like he was counting them. god, at this point you don't think you'll care if anyone enters the elevator and finds you like this.
you were meant to watch Aaron, as ordered by Strauss, from afar. not be nearly gagging as his tongue forcefully dances around yours as he has you pressed up against a mirrored elevator wall — the railing painfully digging into your skin.
you don't know how you ended up here, honestly — you were watching from afar, sitting at a table on the other side of the hotel bar. you were dressed appropriately, tight and elegant dress, you fit right into the stupid luxurious hotel he decided to stay at.
and in the blink of an eye a cold metal barrel was pressed against your bare back. hot lips whispering just below your ear, "let's go somewhere more private, shall we sweetheart?" you had not meant to shiver as much as you did at his tone — you were here to take him down, not do whatever was about to happen.
the elevator chimed, the doors opening as he pulled away, dragging you out with him. you can barely think as he pushes you down the hall, lips attached to your hot skin and somehow making it into his hotel room.
a gasp leaves your bruised lips as you trip, slipping down as Aaron falls with you. you let out a groan as your ass hits the floor, Aaron's hand behind your head stopping it from hitting the fancy floor.
and to your shock, (and pleasuring surprise) he gripped the back of your head hawkishly and pressed you back into the kiss, making you cry out both out of pain and need.
his tongue dipped deeper, if that were even possible. it crowded your mouth and keened for your throat in earnest, spilling saliva from the corners of your lips ........
uhg this is coming along exactly how i want it, and HHNNGGGGG i love Unsub!Hotch way more than i probably should 🤭
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♰ MASTERLISTS. ༻ blog nav..*ೃ˚
✓ = active. ᝰ = on pause. ✘ = inactive.
☆ | ✓ COOPER HOWARD. (fallout tv)
★ | ✓ DAVID O'DONNELL. (reacher)
☆ | ✓ PINK LEMONADE SERIES. (hotchner)
★ | ✓ AARON HOTCHNER. (criminal minds)
⋆୨ © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!
fics that don't have a masterlist can be found in there respective tags below marked with ⭐️'s!!!!
#⋆୨💎MASTERLISTS#⋆୨⭐️david o'donnell#⋆୨⭐️porter gage#⋆୨⭐️aaron hotchner#⋆୨⭐️roman godfrey#⋆୨⭐️aragorn#⋆୨⭐️cooper howard#⋆୨⭐️joe macmillan#⋆୨⭐️thranduil
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would you ever do animal crossing hcs for Aaron? I can imagine him being confused at first and then getting rly into it
idk how this ask got buried under the other ones, but omg definitely!!
it'll take me a hot minute to figure what kind of player he'd be, (as i've been neglecting my villagers for over a year or two OOPS) and i need to get back into the game 😭
BUTTTTTT i will definitely write something up about soon!
#⋆୨✉️rory answers#⋆୨⭐️aaron hotchner#aaron hotch hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fluff
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SCREAMING!! THIS IS MY NEW FAV FIC OF YOURS!! AHHH I WAS SOOO EXITED FOR THIS FIC AND IT DIDNT DISAPPOINT!! 😫😫😫😫😫 all i want to do is to play Minecraft with silly little aaron ☹️☹️☺️ imagine fighting mobs with aaron though!! he’d be stressssseedddd
https://www.tumblr.com/htchnr/729473880493850624/addicted-to-your-love-a-hotchner
DKSJSHKFLSJSJ I KNOWWWWWWWW 🤭🤭🤭😁😁
i absolutely ADORED writing the fic 😭😭😭 so much so i might make it a mini series with little events happening in the fics like
1) Aaron building a house to live in together (JDJJDHDSJ I REALLY WANT TO 😭)
2) Aaron fighting mobs for the first time (aka STRESS TIME LMAO)
3) maybe encountering the Warden?? Aaron will be like 'ohhh cool funky cave' and BAM suddenly he's blinded and being smashed 6ft under and panicking 😭
i'm gonna make a tag (and pin it in my masterlist) for aaaall the Aaron playing minecraft drabbles oh my word AAAAA
(⋆୨🪨aaron playing minecraft )
#⋆୨✉️rory answers#⋆୨⭐️aaron hotchner#⋆୨🪨aaron playing minecraft#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner fluff
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