dreamers

≛ sanji ; being fingered while moaning softly on the bed.

≛ kazutora ; ruining his orgasm while you keep teasing his dick

≛ sae; overstimulation

≛ byakuya; desperate sex under the table

≛ chifuyu; playing with chifuyu in a dress and teasing his nipples

≛ ryuuken; desperately riding you

≛ noe; taking care of cute noe while he whimpers

≛ toji; being rough with toji, bondage, nipple play

≛ baro; pegging baro

"You sure you don't want to come to dinner with us, cottontail?" Soobin's coworker, Hyunjae, asked with a laugh. Soobin chuckled uncomfortably, not exactly used to the name his human coworkers liked to call him. He shook his head.

    "I requested to stay a few more hours." He said with a tight smile. "Have to pay rent somehow."

    "Oh, alright, whatever's good for you." Hyunjae said. "I'm not sure where we're going is going to serve what you guys eat anyways." He laughed. Soobin knew he meant it as a joke, but it make him wince a bit. He was still human enough to eat stuff like meat and pasta, he just avoided it sometimes.

    He waved goodbye to his coworkers as they clocked out to enjoy the night for themselves. The restaurant wasn't so busy at this late of night, so it was fine that Soobin was the on of the few workers left. He was struggling with paying his rent every month while working a minimum wage job. It sucked even more that he didn't get as many tips due to being a hybrid in a majority human facility. It was much cheaper to live on campus, but Soobin couldnt possibly do that. Assimilating into the human population was good for him. At least, that's what he told himself every day.

    He lethargically slugged up the stairs of his apartment complex, finally able to return home at 1:00 AM. The elevator stopped working and had been under maintenance for almost a week already. It was like torture, having to walk up these steps to the 6th floor after an 11 hour work day. Once he finally made it to his studio apartment, he felt he could finally breathe. His apartment was small, cramped and cluttered, but it was all he could afford in this city.  He fell onto his bed, disregarding the use of a shower and the growing pile of undid homework sitting on his desk. He started to think that maybe living paycheck to paycheck just so he wouldn't be around his own kind was starting to be a little too hard...

    Okay, maybe a lot too hard.

    He stared in agony at the paper taped onto his door that said in big letters, "EVICTION WARNING". He tore the paper off, whining quietly to himself. He didn't pay rent for one month, and he told his land lord that he was going to make it up this month. It doesn't help that she was going to raise the cost of the rent up. It was as if she desperately wanted Soobin out. He stomped his way into his apartment and onto his laptop. He had to get another job. Or at least a better paying one. He couldnt work two jobs and be a full time college student, he didn't have that much time in the world. Maybe he could mow people's lawns, or tutor students at his school. Oh, what the hell, he didn't even have the qualifications to do those things. One more warning from his landlord, and he'd be out for good. He sighed, holding his head in his hands. This was too much for him. His parents definitely weren't going to help, because they were the ones trying to get him to live on campus from the start. Maybe he should've listened...he quickly shook his head. He was perfectly fine living here. He was just going to have to make some adjustments in order to make it work. That's how life is.

One Week Later

He kept his head down while he walked to his first class of the day. He didn't want to attract too much attention, but that was hard for him, as he was more than six feet in his height, if you didn't count the large white bunny ears on top of his head. He hated being here, he really did. Everywhere, he smelled the pheromones of every other hybrids, the pheromones getting exceptionally stronger whenever he passed by a bunny hybrid. Why did there have to be so many bunny hybrids attending this school?

It was especially worse once he entered the lecture hall. Bunny hybrids seemed to take a liking for the liberal arts. He scaled the room, hoping that no one took his usual seat that was in the back corner. He inwardly rejoiced once he saw that it was empty, and he quickly took his seat. He busied himself by scrolling around on his phone before class would start. Though, instead of looking at his phone, he usually scanned around at the other students for no particular reason.

There weren't many predator hybrids that went to this school. The usual would be fox hybrids, skunk hybrids, cat hybrids, or dog hybrids. The really scary ones were quite scarce. It was a blessing that none of them were in this class. Amongst his scanning, Soobin got hit with a wiff of extremely strong pheremones that had him widening his eyes in surprise and confusion. Weirdly enough, it was you who had came to sit next to him, despite the free seats scattered around the room. You had small black ears that stood upright and from where he was, he would see a white fluffy tail. You were very small. He assumed that you might've been a mini rex. The thing that had him gripping onto his pen the hardest was the fact that you smelled like roses, caramel, and cider wood, if that combination was possible. It was like your scent was the only scent he could smell now.

"You don't mind me sitting here, right?" You asked in a sweet voice, even though you were already sitting there. To be honest, he minded very much.

"N-no, it's okay." He gulped.

"Great." You smiled, taking out your books and setting it on your desk. Soobin felt quite uncomfortable sitting so close to you. Your scent was intoxicating, and it made the bunny side of him rise. That's exactly what he didn't want. His bunny side was a complete burden. He didn't notice that he was staring at you until you turned to face him and he quickly looked away.

"What's your name?" You asked him. "I havent really seen you around here. Are you a transfer?"

He shook his head, his cheeks and ears red. "My n-name is Soobin. I've been here...for three years."

    "Ah..." You winced. "I didn't notice. That sounds bad, doesn't it?"

    Yes. "No." He said. "It's fine."

    You smiled at him, turning back towards the front. Soobin closed his eyes in relief. It wasn't like he didn't like you or anything. He just wasn't the best with conversation.

    After what felt like a long day of classes, and an even longer day at work, Soobin rode the bus home, nerved spiked. He felt sick to his stomach at the prospect of what he would see when he gets home. He's been feeling this way everyday since the eviction warning that was taped to his door. Soon enough, there wont be a warning, but a notice instead, and he dreaded that. He hoped his landlord will give him just one more chance to pay his rent, just one.  He got off the bus and walked the majority of the way home, which took only a couple of minutes. Soon enough, he was on the sixth floor, slowly dragging his feet across the linoleum. Once he got to his door, he saw exactly what he was dreading.

    'EVICTION NOTICE'

    "Fuck..." He mumbled, leading his head against the door. He now had five days to move out, or his landlord would more than likely take him to court. Once he got inside, he called his dad, knowing that he would be awake at this time, and he told him the news. Of course he expressed diappointment, but he was more than happy to finally persude Soobin into living in the dorms like he should've been from the start. Once he got off the phone, he sighed, seemingly just looking into the depths of nothing. Moving into the bunny dorms on campus may not be as bad as he actually thinks, but he just hates the fact that other bunnies can affect him so much. It was easy for him to get angry around them, it was easy for him to get overwhelmed around them. Maybe if he got used to them, it wouldn't be so bad.

    He rolled his suitcase down the halls of the dorms. He could admit that the building itself was nicer than his old apartment building, thats for sure. Instead of linoleum and old tiles, there was navy blue carpet that had stains, but only if you looked closely. He held the sticky note in his hand as he looked for room 3B. He was nervous to meet his roommate, and it was like he could feel energy coming from every door he passed. He felt wary about having to intrude in someone's personal space. Whoever it is might not like him. If that happens, what if they fight? And then what if he gets kicked out? He'd be a homeless bunny! A stray, if you will.  He stopped at a wooden door that said 3B, and he took a deep breath before putting unlocking the door and poking his head in. It seemed empty, so he quietly walked all the way in, closing the door. He froze once he heard someone speak.

    "You're back that fast?" It was a feminine voice. He got confused as he watched someone walk out of the bathroom. He notice the black upright ears. "Soobin?" You said, perplexed.

    "D-did I walk into the wrong room, the key worked, m-maybe they gave me with wrong key-" He panicked as he turned to the door.

    "No, this isn't my room." You said. "Jake did say he was getting a new roommate. I was just here to hang out, but he went to go get us some snacks."

    "Oh..." Soobin said, slowly turning around, feeling awkward. You were kind of blocking the way to get further into the room, but instead of saying anything, he just stood there.

    "I guess this is why I never see you. You didn't even live on campus." You laughed. "I guess I'm going to see you more often, since you're rooming with my best friend."

    He tightly smiled, nodding his head, all while avoiding eye contact.

    "Aren't you gonna ask me my name?" You lifted a brow. Soobin's words got stuck in his throat, ad you laughed once more. "You must be shy. Cute. My name is (Y/N). Nice to meet you."

    Soobin was about to say something before the door opened and hit him in the back. he quickly moved out of the way, his ears bright red by now.

    "Oh?" A man poked his head through the door at the collision. "Sorry! You must be my new roommate?"

    Soobin nodded.

    "It's a shame you met (Y/N) first, she didn't give you any trouble, did she?"

    "Shut up, Jake." You said, rolling her eyes. "Soobin and I are already friends. Aren't we?" You wrapped your arm across his shoulder, tip-toeing to do so. He felt overwhelmed, your delectable scent abusing his senses. He choked and started coughing while you looked at him with concern, his face red from both the coughing and embarrassment. "You okay, Soobin?"

He nodded frantically. You looked him, eyebrows still furrowed.

"Uhm, I should go, though." You said. "I wouldnt want to interrupt while you unpack. You got yourself a pretty good roommate, I admit."

"She's right." Jake said and you rolled your eyes.

"See you around." You smiled, then left the room. Once the door closed, Soobin felt a wave of relief, being left with only a trail of you scent, and the scent of...burning wood? He guessed that's what Jake's scent was. He didn't particularly like it, but he didn't hate it, either. Jake also had floppy brown ears. He seemed nice enough.

"So...what major are you in?" Jake asked with a smile, flopping down on his bed.

"Literature..." Soobin said quietly.

"What was that?"

"Literature." He raised his voice a bit.

"Ah...don't people usually say that literature is useless?" Jake asked. "Why'd you choose it?"

"Well, I enjoy it. And I enjoy reading." Soobin said unzipping his suitcase to unpack. He was used to getting these questions about his major, so it didnt annoy him too much.

"Hm...you seem like a reader." Jake chuckled. "You're not a freshman, are you?"

"I'm a junior."

"Oh? I'm a sophmore."

Soobin nodded with a tight lipped smile, having nothing more to say, and enveloping the room into an awkward silence.

"Did you take your heat supplements?" Yeonjun, his only hybrid friend asked. Soobin nodded. "Then you don't have to worry about your raging hormones while living in the bunny house. You've been living there for what, like, two weeks already? You'll be fine."

"But...I'm almost running out of supplements." Soobin said. "You remember when I dropped an open bottle in my sink? I managed to save most of them, but I don't have enough to last me for the month." Soobin recalls the law where you can only purchase a months worth of heat supplements every 30 days.

"You could borrow some from someone else, like your roommate."

"Jake doesn't use supplements. He told me that."

"Then you could be like him and just go our natural way of life." Yeonjun shrugged and Soobin shook his head rapidly. For one, he didnt have a heat partner, and for two, he absolutely despised having a heat. He despised the uncontrollable urge that hybrids had, and he despised that as a bunny hybrid, his heats were longer. "Just chill out about it, Soobin. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, but one day you're going to have to go through at least one heat. Heat supplements have bad effects over time."

    "I know, I know." Soobin sighed. "I'm going to stop using them after college, don't worry."

    "Mhm." Yeonjun looked at him with his eyes squinted, but Soobin ignored him. Soobin really meant it, though. After college, he was probably going to find his mate, and then he was going to stop taking heat supplements. It was only about a year and a half until then. He would be fine waiting that long.

Sitting in class, Soobin was once again tense at the fact that you were sitting next to him. You could tell how tense he was, yet you weren't sure why. He always seemed that way.

"Hey, Soobin?" You asked in a sweet voice, quiet enough that the professor wouldn't hear. "I'm having trouble with the lesson, do you think you can be my study partner at the library tonight?" You just wanted to get to know him better. Also, he seemed to know what he's doing when it came to annotating passages.

"Uhm, s-sure." He said. "What time?"

"I'll be at the library at 7, so you can come anytime after that." You smiled.

"O-okay."

Soobin was nearly racing to the library after he finished his last class of the day. It was almost 7, so you should be there, anyway.

What if she thinks i'm weird for being so early?, he thinks. At that, he immediately slows down, going from speed walking, to taking a simple stroll down the quad. Soobin felt honored, honestly. Of all the people in that class, you decided to befriend him and ask him to study with you? If your scent didn't impact him so much, this would've been perfect. Finally approaching the library, Soobin checked his watch to see that it was 7:02 PM. Was this still early? Well, he didn't think that making you wait would've been polite. He opened the door to the library, walking in and immediately scanning the place so he could see if you were there. He felt nervous for some reason, like there was butterflies in his stomach. It wasn't a date or anything, he was just helping you study. Right? He finally laid his eyes on you. You were sitting at a table near the windows, textbook already open and writing notes. You were probably getting started on your homework. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before walking over to the table, and clearing his throat to signif his presence. You slightly flinched and looked up, smiling when you saw Soobin.

"Oh, Soobin, hey!" You said, gesturing to the seat beside you where he could sit. "I didn't think you'd actually come at 7."

"Should I have come later?" He asked.

"Nope, this is perfect." You said. "I was reading the passage we got for homework and I was starting to get stuck. You came at the perfect time."

"Ah..." He nodded, a relieved smile on his face. "That's good." He took out his textbook and notebook, flipping to the page that the passage was on. He quickly skimmed it to get the gist of the passage. "What part were you having trouble on?"

"Here...professor Song said we have to find at least 5 examples of allusion." You said. "I've found 4, but I cant seem to find another one."

"Hm, let me see..." Soobin read over the passage again, looking for an allusion, then he looked over at the notes you've ready made. "Ah! Here, where it says, 'The network of chains that reached the ship were designed with the thought of the mathematic genius of Einstein'. The allusion here is Einstein himself."

"Oh, really?" You said, eyes wide at missing that, then you chuckled. "It's so obvious, yet I missed it."

"I-It's okay." Soobin said.

"You know, you're really smart, Soobin." You said. "Do you think you can help me with my essay coming up for my journalism class?"

"Of course." He said a bit too quickly.

"Great! We can do that after we finish this homework." You said. "Is that too much?"

He shook his head. "It's not too much at all." The longer he looked at you, he could feel his attraction to you multiply, his hormones going crazy at sitting so close to you. You were wearing a sweat shirt and leggings, but he swore you had to be the most beautiful girl he's ever see. He could feel himself losing control of his hybrid side, and he quickly stood up, excusing himself to go use the bathroom. You were confused at his abruptness, but shrugged it off. Soobin was being incredibly helpful, and it only made it better that he was so handsome. You smiled to yourself thinking about his shy antics. What a cutie.

Soobin came back after a few minutes, his mind back in the right place so you guys could get some work done. He really did help you with your essay, and you were sure that you were going to get an A.

"Thanks, Soobin, really." You said, getting up from your chair. It was almost 10 PM. "Maybe next time, I could buy you dinner to repay you."

"Oh? Well, y-you don't have to-"

"But I will." You smiled. "Good night, Soobin." And you walked past him towards the door. When you were far enough away, you could still smell the trail of his scent. It was a mix of clean linen and strawberries. It could probably be up there for the best scents you've smelled. You wondered if he liked your scent as much as you liked his.

Soobin walking into his dorm room from having yet another study "date" with you. That's what he liked to call it at least. It was the fifth time you asked him to help you study, and each time, he was more than eager to do so. This time, he had mustered up the courage to buy you dinner instead of you doing it. You tried to refuse, but he did it anyway, and it sure made him happy to provide for once.

"Oh, hey Soobin." Jake said when Soobin entered the room. Soobin scowled, knowing Jake wasn't able to see him from this angle. Over the past month that he's lived here, he figured out that he didn't like Jake. He was pretentious, and he didn't have a filter. He said what he wanted without caring if they hurt anyone's feelings. He wondered how you and him became friends.

"Hi, Jake." Soobin said dryly.

"You go out often." Jake said, chuckling. "I thought you'd be a homebody."

"You...you shouldn't judge so quickly." Soobin said, taking off his jacket.

"I'm not judging...Its just an observation. You're so sensitive." Jake rolled his eyes.

Soobin was getting tired of him constantly pointing out what he thought was bad about him. He's too sensitive, he's too quiet, he's so nerdy, this and that. "How did you become friends with (Y/N)? Because she really doesn't seem like someone to befriend assholes like you."

"Woah, woah, woah." Jake said with a smile, showing Soobin that he didn't take him seriously. "Feisty. Are you on your heat or something? Chill."

"No, Jake, I'm not going to chill when you sprout bullshit out of your mouth every time you see me." Soobin said, finally able to speak his mind. "Do you have a problem with me or something?"

"Well, you obviously have a problem with me, because I didn't even do anything. I can't make a harmless joke without you crying about it."

"I-I'm not crying about it. The jokes just aren't funny, and they're demeaning."

"N-n-no they are f-f-funny, you're just s-s-sensitive." Jake said, mocking Soobin and laughing afterwards.

"You're genuinely and asshole." Soobin said, his face red from anger. Before his emotions could get out of hand, he stormed out of the dorm even though it was nighttime. He'd just sleep over at Yeonjun's tonight, he didn't care. He couldn't be around that man-child for any longer. He wished he could talk to you about it, but he remembered that Jake was your best friend and Soobin was just barely your friend. You probably wouldn't even believe him when he'd tell you how horrible Jake really was.

      Once he got to Yeonjun's house, he explained everything that happened, and Yeonjun let him angrily rant on and on about it. Once he was done, he noticed exactly how tired he was, and Yeonjun let him crash on his couch. He dreading having to go back to his dorm tomorrow and having to face Jake once again. The weekend coming up suggested that Jake had all the time to bother him since they'd have no classes.

       Soobin held onto the door knob of his dorm, contemplating whether to turn it or not. He thought that maybe it would be nice staying out for a bit more, but then he remembered how all of his stuff was here. Closing his eyes tightly, he hoped that Jake wouldn't be here today. His mood was ruined even further when he opened the door and heard Jake's voice. But this time, Jake wasn't alone. There was some girl that Soobin never met sitting next to Jake on his bed. She had upright brown bunny ears. Soobin looked at them in confusion.

      "Ah, I'd thought you'd never come back." Jake said standing up.

      "I don't want to talk to you." Soobin said. He meant for it to sound meaner, but there's obviously wasn't enough malice coming from him.

      "Hear me out, Soobin." Jake said. "I want to apologize. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, I genuinely thought I was just having a good laugh. To be honest...I'm worried about you."

      "Worried?" Soobin frowned. "Worried for what?"

      "Well, you've been quite irritable for this past week, i mean, more than usual." Jake said. "So, i connected the dots, and I think you're on your heat."

       "What? N-no, I took my heat supplements, I'm not on my heat." Soobin said. This was unbelievable. How come Jake apologizes, and then says the thing that got Soobin mad in the first place? Not to mention, this was also embarrassing to have this conversation in front of someone else.

      "Maybe you're not, but you have symptoms of it and it might come soon." Jake said. "So, as an apology, I've decided to help you out with it."

"What!?" Soobin said, backing up with his eyes wide.

"Wait, I don't mean that I will help you through it." Jake shook his head. "She will." He gestures to the girl with a smile. "I figured you didn't have a heat partner, so I got once for you."

"You cannot be serious." Soobin deadpanned.

"What?" Jake looked genuinely confused. "Is she not pretty enough? I called another one but she's late, yknow, just in case you didn't like this one."

"Jake, I'm not on my heat, and i'm not going to let you pimp out some random girl to me." Jake was starting to get annoyed as he sighed and rolled his eyes. "Get your head out of your ass and see this opportunity you have here. This hot girl is willing to help you through your heat, which is obviously coming. Do you think you're too good for her or something?"

"Stop trying to make me out to be the bad guy." Soobin scoffed. "This is...this is wrong on so many levels. I didn't ask for this, and I don't want this."

"You say that now, but-" Jake stopped talking, interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Ah, that must be the other one since she was running late. Wait until you see this one, you might change your mind." He walked to the door opening it. "Oh? (Y/N)? What are you doing here? I'm kinda...busy."

"I didn't come here for you, I came to see if Soobin wanted to hang out." You said. "He's here, right?"

"You're hanging out with Soobin, now?" Jake laughed. "Come in, maybe you could talk some sense into him."

Confused, you walked into the room, seeing some random girl and Soobin, who was damn near cowarding into the corner of the room. He looked uncomfortable.

"What's going on?" You asked.

"Soobin here, is showing signs of being in his heat." Jake said. "And like the nice guy I am, I'm trying to help him, but this fucking virgin is too scared."

"Apparently, he's too good for me." The girl spoke, rolling her eyes.

"I-I said i'm not comfortable with that!" Soobin spoke up, voice rising. "I told him I don't want that, a-and I'm not on my heat!"

"Jake!" You turned to him, frowning.

"Don't Jake me, I'm trying to help him and he doesn't want to listen!"

"You're not listening!" I said. "He said he's uncomfortable! And this is just weird. Why in the world would you do something like this? Are you some pimp?"

Jake rolled his eyes. "Oh so now, i'm the bad guy."

"Yes, Jake! That's exactly what you are!" You couldn't believe your friend. He's don't stupid things before, but this has got to be the dumbest thing he's done. When you saw Soobin in that corner, you started to get protective, the anger rising in your chest at seeing him so uncomfortable, and even scared. "We're leaving."

"We?" Jake said.

"Yes, Soobin and I." I stomped over to grab Soobin's hand and I nearly dragged the tall boy out of the dorm where the tense energy laid.

"W-Where are we going?" Soobin asked.

"To my dorm. My roommate isn't there." You dragged him all the way out of the building and to the girls dorm next door bringing him to your dorm. Once you two were alone, you crossed your arms and looked at Soobin expectantly.

"...what?" Soobin said.

"Explain. From the beginning." I said. "I want to see if it's worth it being friends with that jerk anymore."

Soobin gulped, not used to seeing this angry side of you. "W-well, yesterday...Jake and I got into a fight..."

Soobin explained everything from what happened yesterday to what happened just before you showed yourself in their dorm. With almost every word, you couldn't help but to get angrier and angrier. Soobin was put in such an uncomfortable place for so long, and you didn't even notice?

"I tell you what, I'm going to go back up there, and I'll beat the shit out of him for that." You paced around the room, planning on how you were going to make him realize how wrong he was. "And I'll beat that bitch's ass, too, how dare she make you uncomfortable!"

"(Y/N), please don't!" Soobin said. "You might get kicked out of school for that."

"Then what else am I going to do?"

"You...you've done enough." Soobin said. "You managed to drag me away, didn't you? And maybe you can have a talk with Jake, a-and you can tell him you don't want to be friends with him anymore, but only if you choose to do that..."

You looked at him for a second and sighed, sitting on your bed. "You know what, you're right. I need to cool down. But...after I give Jake a piece of my mind, I'm never talking to him again." Soobin nodded, butting his lower lip. As glad as he his that you don't want to be friends with Jake anymore, he feels the guilt of being the reason as to why your friendship has been ruined. "Are you okay?" You asked him. He hesitated for a bit, then nodded. "Well...my roommate isn't going to be here for a few days more, she's visiting her parents, so...you can stay here until you can get another room with someone else. We just have to make sure my RA doesn't catch us."

"Really?" Soobin said and you nodded.

"Only if you want to."

Once he agreed to doing so, you felt relief. It hurt to see him in a situation like that, and now it was great that you were able to drag him off into a better one. But now that that's happened, you could help but see some truth to at least one thing Jake was saying. Soobin's heat was coming. You could smell it as his scent became stronger with time, and the way your eyes dislated when near him.

"Soobin, I have a question." You said, biting your nails in nervousness.

"Hm?"

"Don't get mad at me or anything, but...are you sure your heat isn't coming?" You looked at him concerned. You could see his face turning red and his ear slightly twitching.

"Well...honestly? I don't know." He said. "I ran out of heat supplements last week, and I thought that I could hold off until next month."

You nodded in understanding. "So, if your heat does come, what are you planning to do about it?"

He didn't answer for a minute, probably thinking it over, yet you were patient.

"I don't know." He said quietly. You bit your lip and looked down, the both of you going silent once again. You tried to think of something to help him. You could get another bunny hybrid to him help, but you knew he was uncomfortable with that. Taking a heat supplement now would be too late and it was wasteful. The only option left was...you.

"Soobin?"

"Hm?"

"I know this is going to sound crazy, and you can refuse, but..." You didn't know how to word this, and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. "Would it be okay if I helped you with your heat?"

He froze, and you figured you've done something wrong.

"Like...h-help me, help me?" Soobin asked and you nodded. "Do you w-want to do that?"

"Well, I don't mind." You said. "But if it makes you uncomfortable, then that's okay."

"Yes."

"Huh?"

"Yes. You can help me with it." He said. "I'd really appreciate it."

"Are you sure?"

He nodded. You were surprised to say the least. You weren't sure that he'd say yes, but it was making you feel special. He was comfortable enough to do something so uncontrollable and personal with you.

     "Do you know about the heat hotels?" You asked and he shook his head. "They're hotels for those going through their heat, since there's not really a place on campus to do...that. Have you...have you had a heat before?"

     "I've always just taken heat supplements since I was able to have a heat." He said.

     You nodded. "So this will be your first time..."

     "I-is that bad?"

     "No! Definitely not." You said. "But heats are quite uncontrollable, and they last a while for rabbit hybrids. I want you to be fully comfortable."

"I am. Don't worry." He said. Actually, he was more than comfortable with this idea. He was incredibly attracted to you, and even thought he hasn't known you for that long, he can't think of anyone else to lose his virginity to.

"Okay. When you feel that your heat is coming full force, tell me so that we can get a room at a heat hotel, okay?"

"Alright." He was incredibly nervous. That was his biggest emotion. Just seeing you there in front of him was enough to make him want to go into heat already. Your scent penetrated his nostrils, making his body heat rise. But...not yet. The time will come.

It was his second night sleeping over at your dorm, and throughout his sleep, he could stay still.

His pupils moved around through his closed lids, a vibrant dream playing in his head.

You laid on the bed, completely nude as you looked up at Soobin seductively. Your legs were spread open, revealing your moist center, just screaming for Soobin to sink his cock into you. But he couldn't. Not yet. He wanted, no, he needed your permission. His urge to get it done already was masked by the need for you to say something. He wanted to be a good boy for you, he wanted to thank you for all you've done. It was like his brain clicked into motion once you finally gave him explicit permission, and the feeling of him sinking into you was the best feeling he could ever experience.

You woke up, the moon still in the sky and the cicadas still chirping. Your eyes squinted open and your brows furrowing, wondering what woke you up. You say up in bed, hearing the sound of sheets shuffling and heavy breaths. You looked over to where Soobin was sleeping, and your eyes nearly bungled out of your head.

There he was, his eyes shut tight as he rutted against a pillow wedged in between his thighs. He made quite moans and whines, the sounds going straight to your core. You couldn't believe what you were seeing right now, and how wet it made you. His features were contorted into pleasure, and he was still sleeping despite his rough movements with the pillow. Despite the fact that you wanted to see this forever, you remembered that that was your roommates pillow, and she wouldn't appreciate such a strong scent on it from another bunny. You were so greateful that heat hotels were open that this hour. You quickly got up, fully awake, and you went to wake Soobin up.

"(Y/N)..." He moaned. You hesitated, starting to feel a little too hot. What if he didn't start his heat, and he was just having a dream? But...his scent was only getting stronger, and even you could feel the effects of his heat. If his heat was strong enough to kickstart yours, then that's how you knew it was in full throttle.

     "Soobin, wake up." You said, shaking him gently. It took a few tries to get him to fully wake up, but when he was awake, he looked confused. "I think your heat started. Do...do you want to go to the heat hotel now? He said nothing, still not fully awake, but then he noticed. His member was rock hard and straining against his pants, and the sweat running down his forehead showed that he needed to take care of it real soon.

     "Y-yeah, let's go." He said. You nodded then took action, quickly grabbing the plastic bag by your bed and running to the bathroom, telling Soobin to wait a few minutes.  Yesterday, you went out to buy a lingerie set that you thought Soobin would like. He probably wouldn't care due to him being in heat, but you wanted this to be good and you wanting him to fully enjoy it. Maybe he wouldn't be so adamant on taking supplements.  The set was a light pink set that wasn't too showy. You didn't want Soobin to get overwhelmed. It was full lace and had a garter belt attached to it. You wore you clothes over it so that it would be a surprise for Soobin.

    "(Y/N)?" He knocked on the door a few times. "Can you please hurry? I-I can't wait for much longer."

    "Sorry, I'll be out in a second." You finished putting you clothes on then you got out, seeing a flustered Soobin at the door. "Just try to hold it in until we get there, okay Soobin?" He nodded, his features twisted into pain and lust. You put your shoes one and you both went outside to your car, starting the route to the nearest heat hotel.

     "What if we just do it in here?" Soobin said, his voice needy. You were surprised at his suggestion, but you knew that it was his heat clouding his judgement.

     "We can't do that, Soobin, we're almost there." I said. Just a little longer. He was getting more fidgety by the second, his eyes laser focused on your thighs and the way they were rubbing together. He could smell just how aroused you were, and he had to use every inch of self control he had to not bring you to the back and taste you for himself.  You finally pulled up to the hotel and the both of you all but stumbled your way in.  You went to the front desk and quickly booked a room. The workers were going a bit too slow for your liking when taking you to your room.

    "Room 34B, enjoy." The woman said monotonously.

    "Thank you." You smiled tightly at her, using the key to open the door. Once you were in the room, it finally hit you that you were going to do this with Soobin in a matter of...now-

    Your thoughts were cut off hearing a whine from Soobin. He was looking at you as if he was waiting for you to initiate the first move. You didn't have a problem doing so, knowing that this was his first heat and most likely his first time all together.

     "Kiss me." You said, pulling Soobin towards you by his shirt, finally connecting your lips to his. His lips were pouty and soft, just like you had expected, and he responded so well to your advancements. His large hands were placed on your waist, guiding you closer to his raging hard-on. You swiped your tongue on his bottom lip, prompting him to open up for you, and he did so immediately. Your tongue made its way into his mouth, saliva mixing with his. You could feel him grinding his lower half into yours, your clit thinning underneath your clothing, which was starting to become bothersome. Much to his surprise, you started trailing your hand down his chest until you got to the top of his pants. You slipped your hand beneath the waistband of both his pants and his underwear.

     "Is this okay?" You asked once you parted from his lips. He nodded his head fiercely.

     "Please..." He whined.

     "Please what, Soobin?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.

     "P-please...touch me." He said, eyes glossy. You lowered your hand further, finally wrapping your fingers around his cock, feeling just how large and thick it was. You couldn't believe that this was what he was hiding under those pants. You did a few experimental rugs, earning whines from him before you pulled the whole thing out. You could see his precum dripping from his cock in large amounts, as if he already came. You rubbed his cock up and down, seeing what he liked best. He was so sensitive, his hips twitching forward whenever you grazed your finger over his tip.

     "You have such a pretty cock, Soobin." You said, his hips twitching forward once again.

     "I-I'm gonna c-cum." Soobin stuttered out, starting to thrust into my hand. I entertained it for a bit before I let go, him thrusting a few times into nothing before stopping. I could see tears welling up in his eyes.

     "You want to fuck me, right, baby?" You asked him, your hands roaming underneath his shirt. He nodded. "Words, baby."

     He hesitated a bit, his shyness starting to come out again. He was falling apart at the pet name.  "Y-yes...I wanna fuck you so bad."

    You started to get giddy, but you didnt want Soobin to notice. Instead, you went over to the bed, and you slowly took off your clothes, his eyes watching you hungrily. Once you stripped from all your clothes, you were left with the lingerie set you prepared. You weren't sure if he was going to like it, but by the way his cock twitched, you assumed he did.

    "Aren't you going to touch me, Soobin?" You asked innocently, keeping eye contact with the poor boy. He gulped, the fire in his eyes never ceasing. He slowly made his way over to you, his shaking hands going to your waist first, sliding up to cup your breasts. He looked up at you, as if asking if this was okay. "Go on."    You bit your lip as you felt Soobin's large hands caress and grope your breasts. You wouldnt forget this exact moment for years, you bet.

    "Y-you're so pretty..." Soobin said, his fingers trailing over the delicate lace. You smiled, softly grabbing ahold of his hair to kiss him again. This time, he was a bit more eager, pushing closer to you, his tongue flicking out almost immediately. You liked the look of eagerness on Soobin. You hooked your legs around Soobin's waist to bring him even closer, his cock rubbing against your covered folds that already had the lace of your underwear dripping wet. He whined into your mouth at the friction, his hands grabbing ahold of your ass. At this point, you just wanted to get to the main event. You could do this anytime, but in the moment where his heat was so strong and it was affecting you, you needed to be filled now.

    You parted from the kiss, Soobin's lips chasing after yours. "Not now, baby." I said. "I need you."

    "You need me?" I could tell he was holding back from doing what he wanted at this moment. You grabbed his swollen cock, giving it a squeeze. "You can have me any way you like, baby."

    "I...I don't want to hurt you."

    "You won't hurt me, Soobin." You said with a small chuckle, moving further up the bed on your back, spreading your legs wide for Soobin to have a full view of you. Soobin gaped at the image, parts of his dream flooding his brain. Just like in the dream, you were spread out for him, waiting for him to take you. He trailed his eyes down your folds, seeing how the lingerie stuck to you because o your wetness. He didn't know what he wanted to do first. Did he want to taste you? Fuck you? Finger you? As much as his brain couldnt answer, his cock could. It was red and leaking with pre-cum, almost painfully hard.  You noticed how he was frozen, and you chuckled, moving to take off the rest of his clothes, revealing his toned abs. You remembered when you first met him how human-like he was. Well, he is half human, but he was more human than the average hybrid, not giving into his instincts. You guessed that was why he was fighting his heat, not wanting to lose control. So, instead, you decided to take that control. You almost roughly pushed him onto the bed on his back, his eyes going wide at the force. You smirked, straddling his hips and dragging your nails along his chest. You took his hands placing them on the swell of your ass, and he followed every move easily. He licked his lips, his eyes hungrily eyes every part of your body.

    "You ready?" You asked him, lifting your hips up above his stiff member. He nodded frantically. "Cute." You move your panties to the side, and you slowly lowered down on his cock. You closed your eyes, the stretch slightly stinging, but satisfying an itch at the same time. He quietly moaned, biting his lip to not let anything else out.  You finally bottomed out, your hips resting on his. "Fuck, you're so big." You breathed out, lifting yourself and dropping back down, all at a slow pace. Your slick already managed to trail down to his hips, making things messy far too early.

    "P-please..." Soobin whined, his grip on your ass tightening.

    "What is it, Soobinie?" You asked, slowly grinding on his cock.

"Faster, please."

    You smiled, immediately abiding to his wishes. You started bouncing on his cock, letting out soft moans. You felt every ridge of his cock touch almost every sweet spot, making you go crazy. You looked at Soobin as he squirmed and moaned, the feeling of your tight walls enclosing him like heaven. After a few minutes, you felt yourself getting tired, but you were far from an orgasm. You slid off his cock, falling onto the bed with your legs wide open. He looked at you like a hurt puppy at your abrupt stop.

    "Fuck me." You told him, already feeling frustrated from the emptiness you felt. He licked his lips, stumbling to get on top of you. His eyes were eager as he slid in without warning, bottoming out quickly. He adjusted his position, his arms holding his up on each side of your head, as he pushed in again. He started a medium pace, the lewd sounds of your wetness filling the room alongside both of your soft moans. "Faster, Soobin."

    His hips faltered before they came to a complete stop, and you whined at your pleasure being taken away.

    "A-are you sure?" Soobin asked softly. "I don't want to hurt you..."

    "Soobin, I know you're holding back." I said. "Don't hold back. You won't hurt me, I promise. And even if you do, I'll tell you immediately. Just...please fuck me, Soobin." You wrapped your legs around his waist, bringing him loser. You could still tell he was holding back a bit, but the arousal and heat that came from him was so palpable, it had you whining before his cock was even in you. He slid himself into you again, the relief of being filled enveloping you. He started thrusting into you with more fervor, the sounds of wet skin slapping being heard. His moans were louder this time, as were yours. You involuntarily clenched around him, hugging his tight cock. His face was like a wince of overwhelming pleasure as he started rutting into you at a faster and harder pace.

    "Oh, fuck, baby, you're doing so good." You moaned, back arching. He moaned at the praise, slowly losing control the more he fucked you. He felt his bunny instincts start to come in, and for once, he didn't care. He wanted it. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to make you proud of him. He fed off your praises as they made his skin hot. His moans started to get even louder as he rutted into you, fucking you harshly into the mattress.

    "Yes, baby just like that," You felt your orgasm creeping up, his rough movements driving you crazy. Oh, how you liked him like this. Rough and on the verge of losing control. "You're such a good boy for me."

    "I'm your good boy?" Soobin breathed out.

    "Yes, you're my good boy...fucking me so well."

    He groaned as he fel the last bit of control he had snap. He lifted one of your legs up to your chest like he saw in porn, and he started hammering into you, drunk off of the feeling of the way you sucked him in, and how small you looked compared to him. You held onto him tighter, the sudden change surprising you. You trailed your nails down his back, most likely making marks as he gave it to you good. Your orgasm started rising at a quick pace from there, seconds away from snapping.  You were nearly screaming from the pleasure, your walls gripping onto his cock with force. "I'm gonna cum!"

    Soobin was ecstatic, his pride rising at the fact that he's being so good to you, giving you pleasure. Your pussy was like a vice grip on him, and he felt his orgasm coming up as well. You finally came, moans probably loud enough to be heard outside of the hotel room. Soobin's thrusts faltered, finding it hard to go on with how tight you were squeezing him.

"Fuck, (Y/N), let me cum inside of you," Soobin pleaded, his orgasm coming quickly. "Please let me fill you up, please."

    You whined from the overstimulation, the pleasure almost too much. "Cum inside of me, baby, fill me up with your kittens-"

    It's almost embarrassing how he immediately came after you said that, his hips twitching against yours and spilling what seemed like gallons of cum inside of you. His eyes were shut tight, and his mouth gaping as he shook from the intensity of it. He had never orgasmed this hard, and it had him saying all types of profanities. It was when his strong orgasm was cooling down when he said what had been on his mind for so long.

    "Fuck..mommy..." He breathed out, not even noticing what he said before you spoke up.

"...mommy?"

    His eyes widened as he looked up at you, cheeks bright red in embarrassment. He has just ruined the whole thing, now you probably think he's a weirdo. He stuttered to try and event himself. "S-sorry, I d-didn't meant call you that," He said. "That was w-weird, I'm so sorry."

    You bit your lip as you tried to contain a laugh at his panic. In all honesty, the name made you feel a certain way, your arousal growing again.  "Don't be sorry, baby. I liked it." You said caressing his hair. His post-orgasm glow made him look even more gorgeous than he already was. "You think you can call me that more often?"

    He smiled, feeling lucky that he had you in this moment and that he didnt creep you out. "Yes..."

    "Yes, what?" You lifted a brow. You could feel Soobin getting hard inside of you again, and he started grinding himself into you.   

    "Yes, mommy."

You were glowing. After spending a whole week with Soobin and not having to go to school due to an excused absence, you felt like heaven. You remember those nights when you'd let Soobin fuck you on almost every surface of the room. He was insatiable, it almost tired you out. You never thought that the insatiable, uncontrollable soobin was under the shy boy persona of his. You felt special, because you were the only one to ever see it. Even though you were still practically on an orgasm high, you remembered you had to do one thing that was very important.

Soobin panicked as you lost control of your anger, flinging yourself at his roommate. He had watched you two argue over what happened last week, and what started off as calm quickly grew into a fight. Jake covered himself his his arms and you were relentless with him, and Soobin tried his hardest to calm you down.

Even though he didn't like fighting, there was a reason he didnt try as hard to pull you away from him. He was secretly glad Jake got the beating he deserved. Once you were finally satisfied, you straightened up, smoothing out your clothes, anger still radiating off of you. You were afraid of hurting him too bad, but only because you didn't want to be kicked out of school.

"If I ever see you talk to my boyfriend again, I'll make you suffer. This friendship is over." You aggressively took Soobin's hand, stomping out of the room. He tailed behind you with a pink face, the fact that you called him your boyfriend making butterflies fly all around in his stomach.

He could definitely get used to this.

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Working right under the director had its perks, but mostly, its responsibilities were heavy, but nothing you couldn’t handle.

The bar you once enjoyed as a young agent was not someplace you visited much these days--being most of your subordinates gathered there. You had to be very clear with the lines drawn in the sand--for everyone but one person.

Aaron Hotchner; the Behavioral Analysis Unit Chief.

The two of you had met in that bar almost two years ago, right before you took on the position. He was the one who initially pushed you to take it.

In the beginning, you worried such a powerful personality like Hotch’s would have an issue with their significant other technically being their superior. Most men would take that as a blow to their character--their masculinity. But not Hotch.

At work, Aaron Hotchner was the man who loved control. He would yell at a witness, sternly put a subordinate in their place, or get an unsub to their knees within seconds. At home? Aaron Hotchner was far different--a good different.

You wondered in the beginning how it would ever work. The two of your personalities seemed so dominant; you feared that you would butt heads or fight for power.

But how did you get so lucky, you asked yourself, thinking back to the first two weeks of your relationship:

Hotch groans, running his hands through his hair, falling onto the sofa with a thump. The man looks work down--tired. The two of you had been seeing each other at this point for about two weeks.

“What is it,” You sit down next to him, observing him. You may not be a profiler, but being forced to take enough psychology classes at the academy that you certainly felt like one some days.

“It’s--It’s nothing,” Hotch lets out a noise that sounds like he was giving up on the thought of any resolution.

“It has to be something,” You say, brushing the side of his face to look at you. His eyes look like they had not seen a wink of sleep or relaxation in months. “If it is bothering you, it’s important.”

Hotch bows his head, his forehead pressed against yours. Now you wish telepathy was a thing.

“Let me take care of you, Aaron,” You say, not ask. You stand, taking his hand in yours, and walk with him to your bedroom.

You turn, facing him, and began undressing him. He looks d

own at you with a hint of confusion but does not stop you.

Leaving him in only his boxers, you give him a soft smile then tell, not ask, him to sit on the bed.

His shoulders hunch as he sits; he looks small. You want to help him--take away the stress. Carry it for him.

You take off your clothes as well, leaving yourself in just your underwear. You walk over towards the bed, and Hotch’s eyes follow your every move--it is still so new in the relationship, your body something his eyes still look at like you’re a brand new toy.

“If you don’t like something, I want--I need you to tell me, yes?”

He simply nods, waiting for you to make the next move. You straddle him, a knee on each side of his hips.

“Stay there,” You say, he obliges, “All day--All day, you point fingers and give orders, hmm?”

“Yes?”

“That must be exhausting, huh?”

Hotch nods, clearly unsure where you are taking it--honestly, he looks a little nervous. It excites you.

“I think you need someone to tell you what to do--make decisions for you. Take care of you,” You say, your mouth close to his ear now, almost whispering. The hairs on the back of Hotch’s neck rise; you feel the way his dick twitches in his boxers. “I can do that for you under one condition.”

“What,” Hotch says, his voice is hoarse as he clears his throat--a nervous tick.

“I need you to be a good boy,” You say, pulling back so you can see the look on his face. You caress his cheek, watching as his face shows surprise, but his eyes darken--pupils blown. “Can you do that for me,” You say, moving your center closer to his cock where it was hovering. You grind down on it slowly; a growling groan comes from Hotch’s mouth.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He frowns, unsure of what to call you.

“What do you call the boss?”

“Ma’am,” Hotch almost chokes out.

You lean down, kissing him, moving your clothed core against the length of him. “Good boy,” You say, taking him by the short hairs on the back of his head.

You push Hotch down onto the bed by his strong shoulders--they already look less tense. You crawl down his body, taking the band of his boxers down by your teeth. Hotch hisses, feeling the scrape of your teeth against sensitive skin.

Pulling the boxers off, you toss them to the floor. Your mouth waters as you see his fully hard cock staring back at you. You lick your lips. Taking him in your hands, you caress his cock slowly.

“Do you want me to suck your cock?”

The way you see his cock twitch and his lower stomach muscles clench sends wetness between your legs.

Hotch can only nod, but you feel that is not good enough for you.

“Use your words, baby,” You say, caressing all around his thighs and pubic area. His skin tenses under you.

“Yes,” He says at first, “Yes, ma’am.”

“That’s my good boy,” You smile, kissing the tip of his cock. He sucks in air sharply as your tongue licks a thick stripe under his cock.

Your mouth takes the head of him in your mouth; you hollow your cheeks as you slowly take him inch-by-inch. He’s at the back of your throat in moments; you keep him there.

A strained moan leaves his mouth as you move your mouth up now, creating a steady pace as you bob your head up and down him. One of your hand is spread out on his abdomen, caressing the skin up there. The other hand moves to his balls, and you begin touching them, something you had never done to him before.

Hotch lets out a loud moan--louder than you had ever heard him give before. You take that as a good sign as you softly drag your teeth across the sensitive skin; he hisses, you feel his balls tighten in your hands.

You can tell he’s already close--the quickest he’s ever gotten off in the time you both were together.

There is spit pooling at the base of his dick--a string of it leaves your mouth and glosses your lips as you remove your mouth. Your hand moves from his stomach to his length, and you begin pumping him.

“Are you going to come for me,” You ask; his face is tense, holding out.

“Y-You haven’t--”

“Shh,” You say, continuing your work, “This is about you, baby.” You say, licking his cock again, “So,” You hum, “Are you gonna come in my mouth?”

Hotch lets out a loud groan, “Y-Yes, ma’am,” He says, “I’m close.”

You move your mouth back onto him; you bob up and down at a relentless pace--this being probably the sloppiest yet most strenuous blow-job you had given.

The hand still at Hotch’s balls feels them contract as he reaches his orgasm. His come shoots to the back of your throat. You continue even when he slows in your mouth. You drag out his orgasm for longer than usual; his hands are white, knuckling the sheets.

“Fuck,” He curses loudly, “God, fuck.”

You move your head off of him and come into visual contact with him, straddling him at the hips again. He watches as you swallow every last ounce of come in your mouth.

Hotch’s eyes grow wider, “God, that was hot.”

You smile, “Did you like that,” you ask, caressing his temple, “Hmm?”

“Too much,” Hotch lets out a nervous laugh, “I liked it too much.”

“That’s not a bad thing, baby,” You say, kissing his cheek, “It’s okay to let go when you’re with me. It’s okay to let me take care of you.”

“B-But, shouldn’t I be taking care of you,” Hotch says, his hand finds your hip. His fingers worry your hipbone.

“You do take care of me,” You smile, “But taking care of me doesn’t have to mean that you have to keep control when you’re with me. You’re in control all day,” You explain, “It’s okay.”

“That wasn’t w-weird for you--”

You press your lips to him quickly, “No,” You smile, “Not at all; it was hot. So hot.”

Hotch hums, a smile appearing on his face. You see the worry fade away. You press another kiss to his lips before rolling off of him.

Laying on your back, you look up to him, “Now,” You say, “Make it up to me.”

Hotch seems to like that idea as you begin scooting back to the headboard. He turns on his knees, pulling your underwear off, then hooking your legs over his shoulders.

You let out a breathless gasp as he licks a long strip between your folds. He’s been good at this from the beginning, but tonight he seems eager--he’s eager to please.

“Fuck, just like that,” You say; your eyes begin rolling to the back of your head as he sucks on your clit. Your hand moves to his hair, you press him further into you, your hips grinding against his mouth and face. “Don’t stop.”

Hotch adds two fingers inside of you at once; you cry out as he finds your g-spot with the first swipe. His fingers work in and out of you with ease; the noises were obscene—one hand in his hair, the other gripping the sheets for dear life. You ride out each feeling he gives you.

“Are you gonna make me come,” You pant, “Be a good boy and make me come,” Your words become shaky as your body begins to tense, his movements not relenting.

You feel him hum in agreement; the vibrations of his noise is what sends you over the edge. He continues to pump his fingers in and out of you, not letting up--riding you through your orgasm.

You feel impossibly wet--your come is slick down your thighs and onto the sheets. You had never come that hard in your life--it was earth-shattering.

Your eyes are closed, but you feel Hotch’s hand caressing your face, brushing the hair from your forehead where it stuck with sweat. He presses a kiss to your lips; you taste yourself on him. Something about it wakes you up.

His fingers are still inside of you; you pull them out of you and bring them up to his mouth. Hotch licks them, his eyes not leaving yours as his tongue moves over each digit.

You bite your lip and push him back down on his back. Bracing yourself on his chest, you straddle his hips, his dick already hard again under you.

“Hmm,” You hum, “Already so hard for me again,” You smile, “Did you like that, making me fall apart?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Hotch says, his hands brush up your thighs.

“Good boy,” You praise, reaching under you for his dick; you line it up with your wet entrance. You tease the tip of him up and down, whimpering as you press it against your sensitive clit.

“Y/N,” Hotch says, it sounds like a beg from where you’re sitting.

“Yes,” You ask innocently, “Do you want me to ride you, huh?”

He nods eagerly, “Please, god, fuck.”

“Say it.”

You can tell he can’t take it much longer, the blush on his cheeks rising, “Fuck me,” He cries, “Please, Y/N, I need you.”

You lean down and kiss him, proud of him for letting go so much tonight. You know it must not be easy. Such a prideful man, but you feel honored to have earned his trust in such a short amount of time.

“Okay,” You smile; you nip at his jaw as you sink down on his skin. His hands squeeze your hipbones, “Fuck,” You hiss, “You feel so good inside of me,” You throw your head back as you begin to rock against him, “You feel so good.”

As you bounce up and down his dick, Hotch lets out small whimpers and moans. Picking up the pace, his face begins to pinch.

You set the perfect rhythm, the sensation of you grinding against him hitting your clit and the angle of him hitting you inside--you were close within moments.

“Fuck,” You curse, “Fuck me.”

Hotch begins to lift his hips, meeting you with each movement. Both of your hips become a little sloppy the closer you get.

“Yes, Aaron, yes,” You cry, “Don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, the two of you working together, you reach your bliss. You cry out, falling against his chest. It takes a few more thrusts, and then you feel Aaron fill you completely.

The two of you lay there for minutes, sweaty and sticky, but neither could care. Hotch is brushing up and down your back, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

You finally find the willpower to get off of him. You move off of the bed, walking to the bathroom quickly as you feel his come begin to seep out of you. After taking care of yourself, you return with a warm, wet washcloth for him.

Hotch looks at you again, “Shouldn’t I be--”

“Let me take care of you,” You say sweetly as you begin to clean off the remains of both of you on him. You toss the washcloth in the hamper near the bed before pulling back the sheets for you two.

You get under first, humming as the cool sheets feel so good against your warm body. “Come here,” You say, opening your arms.

Hotch looks hesitant again, but alas, he moves back, laying next to you.

“Lay that way,” You point away from you; he pauses before laying on his side; you lay behind him and spoon him from behind. Your arm moves up and down the length of his arm. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” He replies quickly, “I-”

“Was it too much?”

“No,” You feel him shake his head, “Not at all, just--”

“New?”

“New,” He agrees, “But I liked it.”

“I’m glad.”

“A lot,” Hotch says softly, “A lot.”

You let out a laugh, “I’m glad; I liked it a lot too.” You kiss his shoulder, “Nobody’s ever made me come like that before, Aaron.”

Surprised that it could be as good for you as it was for him, he turns back and looks at you over his shoulder, “Really?”

“Really,” You say, with pure seriousness, “I like it like that.”

He turns back away from you in your arms; you continue to caress his skin, “Hmph.”

“What,” You ask, amused.

“I just--I just never thought it could be like this.”

“We can do whatever you want, baby,” You kiss his shoulder again; you leave your lips there for a moment before you press your cheek against his back.

Hotch hums in content, “Okay,” he agrees.

“Okay,” You smile against him, “Get some sleep, Aaron. I’ll be here in the morning,” You promise.

“Okay,” Hotch says, his voice thick with sleep.

That night seemed so long ago--the night the dynamic of your relationship was laid out. It isn’t always that intense--but when it is...it’s intense.

The trust that Hotch allowed you to have and the trust you gave him two years ago was the foundation of the relationship you both built.

It’s past midnight, and you hear the faint of the vacuum come to a halt as the custodians finish up their shift. You’re at work later than the night shift custodians. Shouldn’t you be heading home?

You pack up your briefcase full of your case files, only stopping when you hear a soft knock on your door. You know that knock— the three-beat rhythm, each one slightly my confident than the next, but not quite assertive.

“Come in, Aaron.” You shout so he can hear you from the outside.

He greets you with a small smile, holding a manila folder out to you wordlessly, his teeth occupied with biting his bottom lip.

“Is this the Troy Perry case file?” You question.

“Y-yes.”

“Is it complete?”

Aaron shrugs, “Sort of. I mean... I think so?”

You sigh, running a finger over your brow bone. “It’s a simple question, Aaron. Yes or no. Is it complete? Or is there still work needed to be done?”

You’re too hard on him. Aaron’s sweet, the sweetest man you’ve ever known. But he has the potential to be the leader that the bureau needs— strong-willed, deeply moral, and most importantly passionate. You just need to crack that unsure exterior.

“I-I finished all the sections!” He exclaims out of nervousness. “I just wanted to see if you thought they were good enough.”

His brows knit together as you study his expressions, most likely feeling weighed down by your stare.

“I trust you.” You state, placing the file in your desk drawer. “I don’t need to look over it.”

“A-are you sure?” Aaron asks. “What if there’s a mistake. S-Shouldn’t you check for those kinds of things?”

You press your hand down firmly on your wooden desk, “Are you telling me how to do my job?”

His jaw falls open, and his hands rush out to aid his apology, “No! No! I didn’t mean it like that, Ma’am.”

You can’t help the way your thighs rub together, unmistakably aroused. “Don’t question me, or yourself, okay? What we do is important, and you have to be sure of yourself when you make decisions.”

“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for everything.” That boy is going to be the death of you.

You shrug, “Don’t mention it.”

He smiles, big and bright, with all his teeth showing and his eyes creasing. You smile back, albeit less wide. You catch the way his eyes flick down to your plump lips, and he clears his throat nervously.

“I-I think— I’m gonna head h-home.”

You nod, all but prepared to let him walk away. You know what you’re about to do could ruin any semblance of the false formality to two of you hold with each other. You know Aaron wants you; it’s easy to see. You are a profiler, after all.

“Alright.” You say, letting him walk halfway out the door before calling him back in. “Aaron?”

his head jolts up, “Yes?”

You take three large strides until you’re face to face with him, pulling him to the side of the doorway, letting the door close shut before slamming your lips against his.

He’s rooted in place, eyes wide open as he takes in exactly what’s going on. You break away from the kiss, and truth be told, you’re just as nervous as he is.

“We don’t have to do anything, Aaron. I’m not going to punish you if you don’t want to sleep with me. That is... unless you want me to?”

Aaron’s neck flushes a warm rose, and despite his uneasy voice, you feel the bulge in his slacks pressing against the front of your thigh.

“T-this is, uh, we shouldn’t— right?” His breath fans your face.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” You deadpan. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t dreamt of fucking me, then I’ll let you go. I'll pretend this never happened, and you can go back to calling me Ma’am and keeping me six feet away.”

“I can’t.” Aaron sighs. “I can’t lie to your face and tell you I don’t want this.”

“I fucking knew it.” You laugh, rubbing your hands down his shoulders. “You want me.”

It wasn’t a question, but he answers anyway. “Yes, Ma’am. I want you so much.”

“Ma’am?” You grin. “You like calling me Ma’am?”

He nods, and you smile, bringing his lips against yours. This time, Aaron is more responsive, closing his eyes and letting his lips roam, hands resting on your waist.

“I want you, Aaron. Right here. Right now.” You growl, working to undo the knot in his tie.

“W-what? I-I don’t know what you mean...”

“You’re going to fuck me against my desk as hard as you can, Aaron. I need you inside of me. Now.”

You can see the gears turning in his mind, unable to process what you’ve said fully.

“Do you understand, Aaron?” You purr, opening up his shirt and raking your nails down his stomach.

“Uh huh.” He finally nods. “I-I understand.”

“Good.” Your smile is teasing in a sickly sweet manner. “For a second there, I thought you were too dumb to follow orders.”

He follows closely behind you as you perch yourself onto the wooden surface of your desk. You slide both your trousers and your underwear down, exposing just how much you need him.

“Come here and fuck me already.” You demand as he works his belt buckle open, slowed down by the tremor of his hands.

Once he finally frees his cock from his pants, you know there’s no turning back, no way you could look at him without wanting to fuck him. His cock is flushed and hard, precum leaking out of the tip.

Aaron strokes himself firmly twice before lining up his cock with your entrance. Before he can push himself in, you pull his lips down for a tender kiss, releasing his face so you can watch the way he sheaths into you.

You’re instantly breathless; the warm feeling in your lower stomach combined with Aaron’s blissed-out face makes you clench with excitement.

“Fuck me.” You exclaim, pulling his thighs closer to yours. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Prove to me your not fucking worthless.”

Aaron lets out a strangled groan before slamming his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible into you before pulling out, repeating his motions.

“F-Fuck.” You cry, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I knew you’d be good at this. Such a good boy.”

His head comes down to nip at the flesh on your collarbones. There’s no doubt that you’ll be marked up tomorrow, but you don’t mind one bit.

Aaron continues pounding into you, the sound of your skin filling the entire office. His hips roll expertly into yours as he snakes his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.

“I’m so close, Ma’am.” He whines, resting his forehead breathlessly against yours. “Can I p-please cum? Please?”

You shake your head, “Hold out a little bit longer, baby— I’m so fucking close.”

His fingers circle your clit faster, and he seems to appreciate the way you moan louder. He feels the quicker in your thighs and the hitch in your breath. Soon enough, your legs are shaking, and your back is arching off the desk.

“Fuck, Aaron!” You shout, tossing your head back in a silent scream.

Aaron takes your scream as his cue, groaning as he cums inside of your pussy, thick ropes filling you up perfectly. He slams his hips once more into you, wincing at the overstimulation, before pulling out altogether.

He places a wordless kiss on your forehead, an innocent gesture to close off your filthy activities.

“Thank you.” He whispers as you thread your fingers into his hair.