Stupid Cupid 🧸

You’d known exactly what you were doing sending that picture to Hotch.

Clad only in his t-shirt with a pair of lacy pink panties that you knew he’d be dying to rip off.

It was a strategic decision, you’d been so bored at home without him.

Why not give him a little incentive to get home earlier? It was rare enough that you’d ever see Aaron home before 8.

You hear the door slam closed whilst you’re laid out on the bed, sprawled over the covers with your legs spread as you hear Hotch stomp up the stairs.

Pleasure curls in your gut as you feel yourself leak slick between your legs.

Hotch’s eyes are dark and predatory when he steps into the room, dragging his gaze down your body to commit the sight of you to memory.

He never has been a very patient man.

“Fuck,” He curses, jaw clenching as he watches you spread your legs invitingly for him.

“Missed you,” you pout, smirking at your act as you watch Aaron’s nostrils flare as he stalks towards you on the bed.

He wrangles his tie off his neck before shrugging off his suit jacket.

His slacks look unbearably tight over his cock and you refrain yourself from leaning forward to mouth at it over the material.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” He grunts, undoing his belt before unzipping his pants just enough to release some of the pressure.

“I was in the middle of a meeting, hard in my pants because you just couldn’t fuckin wait until I got home huh?” Aaron laughs without humour.

His face is hard with tension and you can’t help but whimper, canting your hips upwards and displaying the dampness of your panties to Aaron.

“Needed you,” you whine, peering up at Aaron imploringly as if you’re pleading your case.

Aaron tsks, “Oh I know sweetheart, you just needed Daddy to fill up your greedy little cunt didn’t you baby?” He croons condescendingly.

You pout, frowning up at him in displeasure.

While yes, that had been why you’d pulled that stunt, it didn’t make you feel any better to be mocked about it.

You huff, “I was gonna do it by myself!” You insist with a whine.

“Just didn’t feel as nice,” you mumble.

Aaron softens, “That’s because your fingers aren’t big enough baby, you need Daddy to stretch you out nice and good dontcha’ bunny?”

You nod hastily, pleading with Aaron to just give you what you want.

“Need it,” you agree. “Need you to fuck me, please Daddy, want your cum.”

Aaron groans guturally, squeezing his cock harshly before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss.

You squeal into the kiss, feeling as Aaron’s cock grinds against your covered cunt.

Your hips jerk upwards and you both groan into each other’s mouths at the feeling of your lower halves meeting.

“Fuck me,” you demand, tugging at your own panties to pull them down your legs to throw them off.

Aaron growls when he catches sight of your wet pussy, glistening from your slick and you feel your clit throb from raw hunger.

You lunge, tugging at Aaron’s dress shirt until his buttons snap off as you pull him down into a heated kiss.

“Naughty girl, just couldn’t wait could you?” Aaron murmurs, shrugging himself out of his shirt and leaving him clad in his pants and boxers.

Your hands run themselves over the expanse of Aaron’s biceps and upper back as he licks into your mouth, groaning and growling as you grind against one another.

You bite down harshly on his bottom lip when you feel his cock grind against your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you,” he promises, his voice husky as he dips his neck to press wet kisses against your neck and collarbone.

You pant as you stretch your hand to push half heartedly against Hotch’s pants, indicating him to take them off.

He detaches from you to do just that and you take your own chance to slip out of his old Harvard t-shirt, leaving you bare against the sheets.

Hotch’s cock is red and bobbing against his abdomen when he drops his pants.

He grits his teeth, snarling as he runs his hand up and down the veiny members, his tip glistening from the steady leak of precum that dots his boxers.

You lick you lips, your gaze never straying from his erection.

“You wanna give it a kiss honey?” Aaron coos, a devilish smirk on his face as he stalks towards you on the bed.

You nod dumbly, sitting up as Aaron walks towards you.

His cock aligns perfectly with your mouth as you sit on the bed.

You lean forward to kitten lick his tip which leaves him hissing in sensitivity.

You hum from the taste of his skin, something to purely Hotch.

You drive yourself forward to suck softly at his tip, dragging your tongue over the underside to softly stroke the nerve that you know drives him insane.

Aaron chokes on a growl, “Fuck, yeah keep doing that angel. C’mon baby I know you can take it deeper.”

You moan around his cock, letting it sink deeper into your throat with little warning to Aaron until you feel the wiry hair of his pubes brushing against your nose.

Aaron moans, loud and guttural as he humps your face, “Shit! Shitshitshit, oh that’s good baby, yeah that’s so fuckin’ good.” He groans.

You swallow around him, your throat constricting as you fight back the urge to gag.

You lift your hand to softly roll his balls in your hand, adding to the stimulation as forcing Aaron to pull you off his cock.

“Shit,” he gasps with a wince, lurching forward to grab the base of his cock in a tight grip.

He laughs shakily, “Almost came down your throat with that move, fuckkk—gotta give me a warning next time sweetheart.”

You smirk softly, “Just wanted to make you feel good.” You shrug.

Aaron rolls his eyes fondly, “lie on the bed, let’s see how much of a smartass you can be with my dick in you.”

You hide your smile as you crawl back onto the bed, lying on your back and spreading your legs for Aaron to crawl inbetween them.

“Oh honey,” Aaron murmurs as he crawls over to you from the end of the bed.

“Your little cunt’s practically drooling for me angel, you’re making a mess all over the sheets.” He tsks.

“What’re we gonna do about that?” He frowns contemplatively.

You huff a small laugh, “Gonna fuck me s’what.” You affirm.

Aaron smirks down at you, “Such a dirty mouth.” He reprimands, his hand coming up to drag a thumb over your bottom lip that’s still glistening from your own spit.

“Is that why you suck cock so good baby? Cause you got a dirty little mouth?” Aaron asks.

You peer up at him and blink owlishly as you nod, nipping at Hotch’s thumb with a smile.

“Should’ve known,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss softly at your neck, bracing one hand against the pillow at your head as his other lines up his cock with your cunt.

“You want Daddy to stretch you out first baby? Or you want it straight?” Aaron whispers, gazing into your eyes with full transparency.

You’re too riled up to wait for Aaron to stretch you out, you’ve spent so long toying with yourself before he came home that you’re basically a puddle of slick and loose enough that it will barely even hurt.

“Nuh uh,” you disagree. “I can take it.”

Aaron’s smile is fond if not a little exasperated, “My brave girl,” he concedes.

His cock slips through your labia, basically gliding through your own fluids as you and Aaron both moan and jerk when his tip kisses your clit in perfect precision.

Aaron huffs, his eyes dilating when the spongy head of his cock catche at your hole, thrusting in softly that it just pops right in.

You feel your own cunt clench down on the intrusion harshly as your breath feels like it’s stolen right from out of your lungs.

“Daddy,” you whine, shaking against the pillows.

You want to be filled, you need to be filled. Hotch promised.

“I know, I know,” he consoles you quickly, pressing a quick kiss to your parted lips as he lets himself sink further into the tight, wet heat of your cunt.

“Oh fuck baby,” He chokes out. “Your cunts’ strangling me baby, Daddy’s not gonna last.”

You squirm, your breath hitching from how stretched Aaron’s cock makes you feel.

You feel like he’s in the back of your throat.

“Haah—” you whine out breathily.

Aaron smiles, “‘S my cock too big for you sweetheart? Is it making your cunt all achy baby?”

You shake your head fruitlessly, lifting your legs to wrap them around Hotch’s waist to pull him further into you.

“Oh?” Hotch sounds amused, one hand coming up off the bed to cup at your waist to settle you.

“You want me to move? That it?”

You nod, mouth still open in pleasure as you feel Aaron thrust out and into your cunt.

“Fuck,” you curse when you feel him hit that spot inside of you that brings stars to your vision.

Aaron is dedicated, you’ll give him that.

You’re well aware he’s more than compensating as he switches between tweaking your nipples and clit to bring you closer to an orgasm due to the fact that he knows he’s seconds away from filling you.

He will make you cum first though, that’s one thing he’ll never compromise on.

“Yeah baby—keep—keep fuckin’ clenchin on me like that. Good girl, fuckin’ tightest little cunt I’ve ever had.” Hotch groans, eyes closed in pleasure as he fucks into you without thought.

The veins of Hotch’s cock drags against your inner walls, further stimulating the feeling of your cunt being stretched.

“So big,” you warble as you attempt to grasp at any piece of Hotch that you can hold on to.

“I know angel, I know it’s big,” Hotch soothes, “but you can take it can’t you baby? You’re taking it so good for me.”

Hotch releases a sound low in his throat, “‘S like you’re fuckin’ milking my cock baby.” He groans.

You whimper, feeling your orgasm fast approaching as you hump upwards into Aaron’s cock.

His jaw clenches tightly as he feels himself nearing his own orgasm, he leans down to pinch and rub at your clit as he feels you clench rhythmically down onto him.

“I’m gonna—” you babble, your eyes dilated and unfocused as Aaron fucks into you like a feral beast.

“Cum,” Hotch orders, “make a mess on my cock baby, s’gonna feel so good.” He promises.

Your breath hitches as you let out a high pitched whine, orgasming sporadically on Hotch’s cock.

You feel your wetness soaking Aaron’s thighs and your own as Hotch continues to thrust into you wildly.

You hear him curse from above, roaring out as he cums and you feel the hot spurts of his seed fill your womb.

he’d start with his fingers and listen to your moans while he fucked you with them, gauging how satisfied you were with his ministrations. your legs would fall open as you wordlessly asked for more, but it wasn’t for a quicker pace or additional finger. you both knew what you really wanted.

“i’ll go real easy on you, honey. take real good care of you,” he’d whisper with a kiss to your nose before slowly sinking into you. the stretch had you instantly wrapping your legs around his waist while he hovered over you, beginning to thrust into you slowly. the fullness had you dizzy with pleasure and clenching around him like a vice. “there’s my girl. just needed her daddy’s dick, huh?”

jack would keep a steady pace so you were neither unsatisfied nor overwhelmed. he’d stay that way until he felt you growing closer, quickening his pace ever so slightly to bring you to the edge. but just before you get there, feeling needier than before, you whimpered a quiet “daddy?” and jack slowed down.

“yeah, honey? did i hurt you?” jack returned.

“no. i just. . .i w- want something,” you said meekly.

jack cupped your cheek with such tenderness that you almost wanted to cry. “what is it, princess?”

“i want your cum, daddy. want you. . .filling me. is that gross?”

jack gave you a little smirk. “no, baby, ‘course not. that gonna make you feel good? daddy fucking you full?”

you nodded all too quickly. “m- mhm. so good.”

“then that’s what you’ll get.”

jack withdrew his cock to remove the condom that’d been on previously, discarding it in the small trash beside your bed. then, gently, he returned to his position and pushed the head of his cock through your folds. only with a “ready?” and nod of confirmation did he enter you completely.

your blissed out expression has jack immediately setting the pace again, pressing kisses to your neck while he thrusted into you. “yeah, that feels better, huh, princess? my girl needs to get stretched so full.”

you clawed at his back, rocking up into his thrusts, and, fuck, was he right: it felt so much better, and you were so fucking close. “mhm, feels so. . .so much better, daddy.”

jack grunted as he rocked his hips into you, a sign that he was right on the edge with you. “you’ll feel so good when i fill you up, baby. mark my sweet girl with my cum.”

that little comment had you clenching around him harder, and finally, you whined, “can i cum, daddy? please, please, please?”

“yeah, baby. cum for your daddy.”

with all the permission you needed, you released around jack’s thick cock, moaning loudly as you painted it with your juices. simultaneously, jack finished inside you, hot spurts of cum filling your needy hole just like you’d wanted.

“that what you wanted, honey?” jack smiled, pressing a kiss to your mouth.

“mhm. but we probably made a big mess. . .”

“oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” jack whispered. “daddy’ll take care of everything.”

As you chatted with him, Ellie wandered over and held up a juice box, a silent plea for assistance. You popped the straw in and handed it back without ever losing your train of thought (or glancing away). 

Dread, and a touch of jealousy, pooled in Aaron’s stomach. The normalcy of it stung, the air now beginning to feel a bit too warm. He felt like a bystander in his own family's life.

Another thought came to mind - is this what always happened when he was away?

The man even offered Ellie a smile, but she paid him no mind, completely ignoring him in favor of running off to rejoin the other little kids. 

Aaron eagerly picked up his pace, desperate to intervene before the guy began invading your space even more. It didn’t look like it’d be long.

Your friendly face morphed into one of clear surprise when he came into view. You pushed your sunglasses up onto your head, as if your eyes were playing a trick on you. “Aaron?! What are you doing here?”

Aaron caught the subtle flicker of disappointment that crossed the man's face. His hand settled around you, a little more possessive than usual, pulling you closer against him. If there was one thing he wanted to make clear, it was that you were his. “We wrapped last night and took an early flight home. Thought I'd surprise you.”

“Consider me pleasantly surprised,” you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

When you pulled back, you caught the tension lingering in his jaw, his subtle gaze continuing to size up the other soccer dad. Not that Aaron seemed to notice your observation - he was too focused on the man who had clearly gotten under his skin.

Your hand rested against his chest, your fingers moving absently over the fabric of his shirt, a quiet reminder that you were right there.

“How's he doing?” Aaron asked as his posture relaxed the smallest amount, his eyes shifting to the far end of the field, immediately locking onto number two.

Your mouth opened, but it wasn’t your sweet voice Aaron heard.

“Jack's doing great today.” The man answered instead, rattling off Jack's stats with the confidence of a proud parent. He looked at you, too happily, too smug. “He's gotten what? One goal? Two assists-”

“I was asking my wife.”

Your expression faltered, taken aback by your husband's strange lack of friendliness. You studied his face, searching for some explanation.

An awkwardness settled in the air, intertwining with the growing humidity, but before you could say a word, Ellie suddenly appeared, crash landing into Aaron's legs. “Daddy!”

-

“Today was fun,” you said, leaning back against the kitchen counter as you watched Aaron rinse off the last of the dishes. The words were casual, but the meaning behind them wasn't. It was an invitation, a gentle opening for him to share whatever had been weighing on him since the soccer field.

The kids had long since been tucked into bed, exhausted after a full day. Jack's team had won, and between the game, the trip to the grocery store, and the belated Father's Day festivities that followed, it was no wonder they'd been fast asleep almost as soon as their heads hit their pillows.

And now, the two of you moved through your usual end-of-night routine; cleaning up before finally settling in yourselves.

“It was.” His back was to you, putting one of the glasses in the dishwasher. He didn’t elaborate, though his tone indicated there was much more to it than that.

“Aaron.”

He stopped, his eyes finding yours. “What?”

“Is everything alright?” Your gaze searched his face, worry softening your expression. “You're…” you trailed off.

“I'm what?” He asked, a bit harder around the edges than he intended. Frustrated. 

“Acting like you have something to prove.” Your voice softened, confusion flickering across your face as your expression dropped.

“Am I?” It wasn't a challenge or even a denial. More of an admission to himself than anything else.

You studied him for a moment, watching the conflict play across his features. “Does this have something to do with Jared?”

The name almost made him flinch. His jaw tightened, and he let out a quiet breath through his nose before finally meeting your eyes.

“Is he always that comfortable with you?” he asked, trying for a casual tone that didn't quite land.

“I... no.” You stated with certainty, hands falling to your side. A crease formed between your brows, “not at all.”

He huffed, shaking his head slightly as he crossed his arms.

“Is that why you’re so upset?” You asked gently, compassion softening every word. “Aaron, sweetheart, he-”

Aaron interrupted, “it made me sick to my stomach.”

“I'm sorry-”

“How natural it all looked.” Another confused look pulled onto your face, and he continued. “Watching him stand there like he belonged beside you. The smile he gave Ellie, like he was hoping she'd smile back. Or as if he was responsible for how well Jack was playing.”

Your tone changed, switching from sincerity to more of a firm confidence. "Aaron, honey, you have no competition.”

“Well, it should have been me.”

“Aaron, it is you. Whether you're physically here or not.” You laughed, your expression filled with affectionate disbelief. “Do you really think there's anyone else I would want this life with?”

“Even if most of the time you’re living that life on your own?”

“I’m not.” You insisted, pushing away from the counter and gently catching his forearms, coaxing them apart from where he'd folded them tightly across his chest. “You’re okay. We’re okay. So what if you miss a soccer game here and there? None of that changes what you mean to us.”

“It’s not just that, though.” He looked down, ashamedly averting his eyes from yours. “It’s everything. I was talking to Dave,” at the mention of his name, Dave’s words flashed into his mind. Do you ever consider it? Hanging up that badge? “I've been thinking about taking some time off.”

Your brows drew together. The idea of Aaron willingly taking time away from work was startling enough to send a wave of concern through you. “For how long?”

“A couple weeks. Maybe longer. I don't know.” He gave a small shrug, his eyes finding yours again. “It's just a thought.”

“Would you actually want that?” 

“I don't want Jack and Ellie growing up remembering me as the dad who's always leaving, who's missing their lives.” And the thought of someone else taking his place terrified him. Someone else being there for the moments he missed, becoming the familiar face in their lives while he became the father who was always gone. His replacement. 

“Aaron, that's not who they see.” A sad smile tugged at your lips. “And you really don’t miss much. If anything, you miss the ordinary moments. But when you're home…” your expression warmed, “that's when our favorite memories are made.”

“It'd be nice to actually be there for it all. Especially the ordinary moments.”

“It would,” you agreed simply, because yeah. You’d prefer your husband to be home at all times - of course you would. “But we don’t hold it against you. We understand. But I don't want you making a decision because you're punishing yourself.”

“I don’t want to make the same mistakes as before.” A silent understanding passed between the two of you - Haley.

“You aren’t, I promise you. Jack and Ellie are never counting the moments you're gone.” You held his gaze. “They're too busy loving the moments you're here. And if you truly feel as if you need to take time off, that’s fine. But again, don’t do so because you feel as if you have something to prove.” 

Aaron wouldn’t be doing it because he felt like he had something to prove. He’d do it for a million reasons, but never that. He’d do it because he hated the feeling of jet lag and waking up without you in his arms. He’d do it to be rid of the paperwork and the nights alone and the bureaucracy. He’d do it so he never again had to show up at a family event and get a sick feeling in his stomach, a nagging in the back of his mind that some other man was going to come along and take the most important pieces of his life away, simply because he was near and Aaron wasn’t. 

He’d do it if only for you. Then again, he’d never quite been good at letting go. 

He had to get the point across somehow, but he couldn't quite find the words to explain what he was feeling. So, he settled on saying, “I just want more time with you, okay? I don’t think that’s too much to ask. It’s not a punishment to be near you. I want to be.”

“I want more time with you, too, Aar,” you echoed as if it was second nature, the reassurance coming without a thought. “I always do. And a leave of absence would be nice, but I don’t want you thinking you have to shut down your whole career just because you think some arrogant soccer dad I have zero interest in is jeopardizing our marriage. I’m happy with what you and I have.”

“As a matter of fact, I think our lives are pretty close to perfect.” You continued, quiet certainty in your eyes. “I've got a wonderful husband and two amazing kids. Everyone's healthy and-” Your eyes narrowed playfully at him. “-usually happy.” 

Aaron couldn’t help but chuckle lightly. Guilty.

“And you happen to have a smokeshow for a wife who's completely, hopelessly in love with you.” Your smile softened. “Aaron... as far as I'm concerned, there's nothing else I could ask for.”

The tension in Aaron's shoulders finally eased, if only a little. He let out a slow breath before stepping forward, his arms slipping around your waist and drawing you against him. His chin came to rest atop your head, holding you there a moment longer than usual.

“And…” you began after a quiet beat, the thought surfacing almost shyly. “I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.”

He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue.

“I was thinking…” You tipped your head back just enough to meet his eyes. “Maybe it's time we tried for a third again.” 

“A third kid?” The question came out softer than he intended, surprise threading through his voice. The two of you hadn’t talked about this since, well, the Roy situation. 

You nodded, flush filling your cheeks. “Plus, you're kind of hot when you get all riled up and protective about us.”

Satisfaction settled in his chest. Even after years together, he could still get a shy reaction out of you. And just like that, Jared the soccer dad disappeared from his thoughts entirely. Because there was no competition. There never had been.

You weren't looking for someone else. You weren't wishing for something different. You were standing there, telling him you wanted more of this - more of him, more of your family, more of the life you'd built together.

Your lips pulled into a soft smirk. “Maybe you should put that jealousy to good use?”

“Now?” Before you could respond, his grip shifted and he lifted you effortlessly onto the counter. A quiet laugh escaped you as you steadied yourself against his shoulders, his place between your legs bringing him closer.