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nobody understands spencer reid the way i do because all the fic writers who write him as sub (which he definitely can be sub at times, i headcanon this strongly!) write him sub from seasons 1-5(ish) but then write him as dom ESPECIALLY!!!! post-prison
none of you understand that prison would not change this man’s bedroom preferences.. why are people assuming him being in prison would make him dom suddenly? are they teaching bdsm classes in prison or something???? ya’ll are just going off his rougher look… NO!!!!!
in my head, post-prison spencer would be EXTRA subby for his partner. he just had a highly traumatic experience for 3+ months where he had to be on high alert 24/7 and fend for his LIFE. he wants to be held and loved while letting his guard down with the person he loves. he wants to give up some control. he wants to be told how amazing he is and how handsome he looks.
i know this has been done several times before, but if by chance any of the following questions appeal to you specifically, you've come to the right place! this meme contains NSFW content, so adults only please! ♡
afterwards — what kind(s) of aftercare do they like being given? do they like giving their partner aftercare? do they fall asleep quickly after sex?
beg — do they like making their partner(s) beg? do they like begging their partner?
body — what is their favorite body part of theirs? of their partner(s)'? are there any specific body parts they like to pay special attention to (ex. feet, hands, ass, etc)? where are their erogenous zones? where are they most sensitive?
clothing — do they like to have sex fully or partially clothed, or do they prefer having sex naked? would they ever move an article of clothing aside for stimulation/penetration (ex. pulling their panties to the side for penetrative sex)?
cum — how long does it take to make them cum? do they have any kinks relating to cum? do they like when their partner(s) cum(s) inside them? do they like cumming inside their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) cum on any of their body parts? do they like cumming on any of their partner(s)' body parts?
delay — do they like having their orgasm delayed/denied? do they like delaying/denying their partner(s)' orgasm?
dirty talk — are they turned on by dirty talk? turned off by dirty talk? is there anything they like their partner(s) to appeal to when talking dirty with them?
drive — how high is their sex drive? are they hyposexual, hypersexual, or somewhere in between? does it change depending on the circumstance? how often do they have sex?
dynamic — are they dominant? do they like to be dominated? how do they show their dominance? how do they show their partner(s) they want to be dominated? are they more versatile or does it depend on the context/their partner(s)?
eyes — do they like to be watched while they're having sex? do they like to watch others having sex?
fantasy — do they have any sexual fantasies they'd like to try out? have they ever gotten to act on a sexual fantasy?
g-spot — do they like g-spot/p-spot stimulation? do they prefer giving or receiving it, or does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like to stimulate the area with toys?
hair — do they shave or wax? do they let their hair grow out?
humiliation — do they like being humiliated or degraded? is there anything specific they like being humiliated or degraded for? do they like humiliating or degrading their partner(s)?
impact — do they like spanking/being spanked? whipping/being whipped? hitting/being hit? any other kind of impact play not listed here?
kink — what are their kinks? do they have a primary kink? are there any kinks they'd be interested in trying? are there any kinks they don't like or aren't interested in trying?
lingerie — do they own lingerie? if so, how often do they wear it? what kind of lingerie do they like to wear the most? do they like when their partners wear lingerie for them?
location — where do they like to have sex the most? would they ever have sex in a 'risky' place (ex. in the office, closet, public bathroom, etc)?
lube — do they use lube during sex? how much of it? do they like flavored lube and/or lube that brings particular sensations? can they become naturally lubricated enough to not need lube during sex?
marks — do they like being marked? do they like marking their partners?
music — do they like to play music while having sex? what kind of music? is the music for vibes, aesthetic, or simply to drown out the sounds they and their partner(s) make (or even a mix of all three)?
names — do they like being called names in the bedroom? if so, what kind of names? are they pet names or are they names to appeal to a praise/humiliation kink? do they like calling their partner(s) names in the bedroom? do they have a daddy/mommy kink?
orgasm — how would their partner(s) know if they orgasm? what is their orgasm reaction like? are they sensitive after having an orgasm? what is the most effective way to get them to quickly orgasm?
positions — what are their favorite sex positions? do they have a singular favorite sex position? are there any positions they would like to try? are there any positions they don't like?
praise — do they like being praised? is there anything specific they like being praised for? do they like praising their partner(s)?
queen — are they a size queen? do they prefer length, girth, or both? do they like textures?
restraint — do they like being restrained? do they like restraining their partner(s)? are they into softer bondage or more hardcore BDSM?
sensation — do any specific sensations turn them on? are they into hot wax? ice? tickling? specific textures? anything else not listed here?
sexting — do they like sexting their partner(s)? do they ever send nudes? do they like receiving nudes? do they find sexting more or less difficult/fun than curating sexual experiences in real life? are they any different while sexting than they are during real life sexual experiences?
size — how big are their genitals? what cup size are they? what are their body measurements?
sounds — what sounds do they make during sex? do they laugh a lot during sex? are they chatty during sex?
stimulation — how do they prefer to be stimulated? do they like being given handjobs? do they like being fingered? do they like being given oral? is/are there any specific spot(s) on their body they like being stimulated the most? where do they like to stimulate their partner(s)?
strip — does your muse like stripping for their partner(s)? do they like when their partner(s) strip(s) for them? do they like their partner(s) stripping them naked? do they like to strip their partner(s) naked?
style — do they like it rough? do they like it soft? do they prefer fucking or making love? do they like a hard and fast pace, a slow and gentle pace, or does it vary/depend on the situation?
top or bottom — are they more of a top or a bottom, or are they more versatile? does it depend on their partner(s)? do they like penetrating or being penetrated more? do they like giving oral or receiving oral more? do they like stimulating or being stimulated more?
tease — do they like teasing their partner(s)? do they like being teased? how do they like to tease/be teased?
toys — do they own sex toys? how often do they use them? do they prefer using them on themselves or their partner(s)?
turn on — what turns them on?
volume — are they loud, quiet, or somewhere in between during sex? do they get louder over time? are there any activities that affect their volume during sex? do they prefer a loud or quiet partner?
wet — do they like bath/shower sex? would they have sex in other bodies of water (pool, lake, ocean, etc)?
warnings: afab reader, she/her pronouns for reader, penetrative sex, mentions of masturbation, old man hotch, squirting, not proofread
POV: 2nd person
WC: 500+
AN: teeny tiny little hotch smut for u all 💘 sorry i haven’t posted in a while i’ve been so busy but i have sooooo many fics in the chamber rn just u wait
He was fucking into you nice and slow, trying desperately to focus his mind on anything else besides his beautiful girlfriend beneath him. The sight of your tits bouncing with each thrust, the sound of your little gasps and moans, and the feeling of you, wet and hot, clenched around his cock had his head spinning. It had only been a few minutes and he was already so close. It had been so long since he was able to touch you, so the moment he was home from the last case, he was on you. He needed your soft touch, your warmth, your comfort. He’s realizing now he was overeager because he’s about to cum and he never finishes before you. It’s an unwritten rule he had sort of given himself at the beginning of your relationship. The sight of you coming apart for him was so erotic, he never wanted it to end. Not to mention, you’re a fair bit younger and possessing of more stamina than he does at his age. You could cum 10 times in one session, you have, but when he finished, it was basically over. And he was not ready for it to be over, not now, not when you hadn’t cum yet.
He was running out of time as he felt his orgasm building up, so in a last-ditch effort to try and outlast you, he brought a hand to your clit and started rubbing at a furious pace.
“Fuck, Aaron!” you cried, lurching upward from the sudden intense stimulation. The sex had been feeling amazing, it always did, but you hadn’t been anywhere close to the edge yet. Your boyfriend was changing that fast with his movements on your most sensitive part. Your cries tumbled out of you freely and unrestricted, your orgasm was building up at a record-breaking speed, threatening to burst forward, when you felt that somewhat familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach, spreading fast and hot to your vagina.
You were going to squirt.
You’ve only ever done it a few times before, with the help of your most intense vibrator, and you’ve never talked about it with Aaron. You had no idea how he would react. You feared he would be grossed out and angry when you involuntarily sprayed him, but you couldn’t warn him in time.
“Aaron, Aaron, I’m sorry, I’m gonna-“
The dam burst and the hot splash of squirt sprayed out of you, drenching Aaron’s stomach and hips. You watched as it dripped from his short, dark pubic hairs when his hips stuttered and stilled, filling you up with his hot cum.
“Fuck…” he murmured as he examined the mess you made.
“Aaron, I’m so sorry, I know I squirted and made a mess, I couldn’t help it, please don’t be mad,” you whimpered.
He just gazed down at you with his big brown eyes, jaw slack.
“That was…” he laughed breathlessly. “That was the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”
You blushed, embarrassed, and covered your face with your hands. Aaron wasn’t having any of that. He pulled your hands away from your face and pulled his cock out of you slowly before repositioning you both in the bed, with him sat against the headboard and you sat between his legs, not even bothering to clean up.
“Aaron, what are you doing?” you asked. He slipped his hand back between your legs and resumed his brutal pace on your clit.
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i love how, as a community, not only did we all agree that spencer reid is a munch but we also unanimously agreed that it turns him on so much that he cums in his pants every time.
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while sharing a hotel room, hotch accidentally sees a text on your phone from penelope about your crush on him. feelings are confessed and relationship consummating sex is had <3
warnings: she/her pronouns for reader, afab reader, use of (Y/N), not proofread, wingwoman penelope, typical mentions of BAU responsibilities, violence, etc., invasion of privacy, sir kink, dom!hotch, half-assed discussion of limits, hotch is packing, fingering (f receiving), penetrative sex, squirting
POV: 2nd person
WC: 5.6k
AN: 1000 notes on my last fic???? im actually gagged wtf thank u all sm. i promise i will write more spencer soonnnnn
The department can’t always afford enough rooms for everyone to have their own when you’re out on a case. You’re used to sharing bedrooms, sometimes even beds, but with Hotch, it’s… different. You’ve had a crush on him from the moment you joined the BAU. He was classically handsome, and twice your age, which only sweetened the deal, you’ve always had a thing for older men. He was serious, focused on the job, ambitious, and always kind to you. You felt a radiant warmth in your chest every time you got him to crack a smile. You’ve had your suspicions for a while that he had feelings for you too, you’re not a half bad profiler, after all. You’ve caught on to the way he looks at you, watches out for you, spares you more attention and care than he does for anyone else on the team. You’ve especially noticed the way his breath hitches when you bend over in your tight slacks, the way he clenches his jaw and the vein pops out on his forehead when you return Morgan’s playful flirtation, and the way he’s obviously distressed every time your job puts you in an unsafe position.
Despite all of this, he’s your boss. Your very, very handsome boss. You aren’t sure if your read of him is right, or if the butterflies in your stomach are clouding your perception. The crash and burn that would follow if you confessed your feelings and they weren’t reciprocated scared you off from doing anything about it.
-
The sound of soft whispers and finger flutters drifted through your earbuds and soothed your body. You felt the tension in your muscles from an exhausting day in the field melt away as the sounds of the woman in the YouTube video quieted your buzzing mind. Quickly, you were asleep.
You always fall asleep to ASMR. You struggled to sleep, especially while away on a case, because your mind was constantly running, thinking about the events of the day, what you hadn’t figured out yet while chasing the unsub. Getting a good night’s rest to be on your best performance in the morning was better than staying up all night worrying, and the ASMR helped with that. It’s able to distract you and help you get some much-needed relaxation.
You’d explained this to Hotch the first time you shared a hotel room. It wasn’t really for him, but he certainly understood the appeal of something that could get your mind off of a case, and he was glad you were able to rest.
-
A flash of bright light had Aaron waking up abruptly, half sitting up and quickly rubbing the sleep out of his eyes to assess the situation. This job had unsurprisingly turned him into a light sleeper. His heart rate relaxed when he realized your phone had just gotten flipped screen-up as you moved around in your sleep. He grabbed your phone and smiled to himself at the sight of your ASMR video. He was happy that the woman who mattered most to him was able to get a good night’s rest. God knows you needed it in this career. Right as his thumb moved to the power button to click the phone off and leave him to sleep once again, a text notification popped up on your screen from Garcia. Aaron winced, a sinking feeling in his chest from unintentionally invading your privacy, but when he processed the message’s information, his curiosity got the best of him.
Penelope Garcia: heyyyyy sweetcheeks :3 how are things going with your favorite special agent hotchner? has he confessed his obvious crush on you and fulfilled all your dreams of him railing you into the mattress yet or is he still being a pussy…. 🤭
Aaron’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t believe what he was reading. Did this mean you liked him back? And was his crush on you really that obvious? He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself from scrolling up to the top of your messages with Penelope from the day.
Penelope Garcia: OMG
Penelope Garcia: i can’t believe you’re rooming with hotch AGAIN
Penelope Garcia: i’m not a profiler like you are, lovebug, but even i’m starting to suspect he’s doing this on purpose
He swallowed deeply. Had he been pairing the two of you together more often? Consciously, he tried to get an even mix of everyone when you had to share rooms to avoid any potential hint of bias. Unconsciously, though, he didn’t keep a record of who shared with who how often, and it’s possible he’s unintentionally been seeking you out. It’s not his fault, though. You were just so warm beside him, and you look so sweet sleeping…
you: girl ik
you: i know i have to keep it professional bc we’re working but i swear he likes me back
Penelope Garcia: OBVIOUSLY HE DOES!!! we’ve all seen the way he looks at youuuuuuu <3
you: can you imagine if i confessed to him and he didn’t tho
you: i’d probably get fired or transferred to another department at the very least
you: i reallyyyyy like hotch 😭 but this job is so important to me and i just can’t risk it unless he makes the first move
Penelope Garcia: be brave my beautiful soldier ❤️ ik you’ll get your man in time!!!!
Penelope Garcia: your scary, emotionless, double your age man ❤️
Penelope Garcia: who is also your boss ❤️
Penelope Garcia: jk :3
Hotch finally clicked your phone off, not even minding Penelope’s teasing, and smiled to himself in the dark at the thought of being your man.
As he set your phone back where it was on the bed, he felt you stir, and your breathing pattern begin to change.
You were waking up. If he was going to do anything, it had to be now. He couldn’t spend another day not being your man.
-
“Hotch?” you asked, your voice soft and sleepy. Some motion in the bed woke you up, greeted by the sight of Aaron Hotchner sitting up in bed, illuminated by the moonlight through the blinds. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m sorry for waking you.”
He laid back down, his mind racing trying to figure out how to confess his feelings to you right here, right now, before you went back to bed.
What you did next certainly took the pressure of deciding off his (deliciously broad) shoulders.
Still half-asleep, you snuggled up to Hotch and draped your arm and leg over him, nuzzling your face into his warm and muscular chest. Aaron’s breath caught in his throat in shocked relief, and suddenly you tensed up, the realization of what you had just done waking you up faster than any cup of coffee or middle-of-the night case.
You scrambled up as fast as possible, distancing yourself from the older man as much as you could without falling off the bed.
“Oh my god, Hotch- Agent Hotchner, sir, I’m so sorry, that was completely inappropriate, I was half-asleep and I didn’t realize what I was doing, I am so sorry,” you rambled. Your heart was beating out of your chest and your face was flushed hot red. You knew your career in the Behavioral Analysis Unit was over. You had just cuddled up to your boss.
“Sweetheart,” he mused comfortingly, reaching out to rub his thumb gently against your shaking hand. “It’s okay. Come back to bed.”
He wasn’t mad? He called you sweetheart? Your thoughts were a jumble of emotions. You didn’t know what to do, other than obey your boss’s orders. You laid back down, stiff as a board, and as far away from him as possible, closing your eyes tight and willing sleep to welcome you quickly.
A smirk tugged at the corner of Aaron’s mouth. He was charmed by how flustered you were for him, and the right side of his body was missing your warmth.
“Come closer, please,” he asked gently. He knew you wanted this, but didn’t want to push you too far. You obliged, scooting closer to the middle of the bed, and Aaron did as well, meeting you halfway until your bodies are touching, which is the last thing you expected.
Aaron decided to be bold. With one of his muscular arms, he pulled you into him, lifting your leg and draping it against his torso, before taking your hand in his and pulling it to rest against his chest, the way you had cuddled up to him before. To seal the deal, he placed a soft ghost of a kiss against your cheek.
“Sir…” you whispered.
“Call me Aaron, please.”
The room was shrouded in darkness, which made him even more grateful for the moonlight, allowing him to see the sweet smile blooming on your face.
“Aaron,” you began. “I probably don’t have to tell you this, but I’ve liked you ever since I joined the BAU. I wanted to tell you, but I was scared you would be angry, and fire me or transfer me to another department.”
He brought his big hand up to your face, brushing a loose strand of hair away, and rubbing his thumb comfortingly along your cheekbone.
He felt like teasing you, so all he said was, “I know.”
You laughed in shock. “You did? No, you didn’t. I haven’t been doing this as long as you have, Aaron, but I’m a decent profiler. I know you didn’t know.”
He smiled shyly, looking down before meeting your eyes again. Then, the pang of guilt from looking at your private messages with Garcia struck him once more. He needed to be honest with you.
“I had my suspicions,” he said, pressing another kiss against your cheek. “But tonight, the bright light from your phone playing your ASMR video woke me up. I took your phone, just to turn it off, I promise you, but a text came in for you from Penelope, about how you have a crush on me. Specifically, how you want me to rail you into the mattress.”
Your face flushed again, and you felt a tingle in your pussy.
“Oh god,” you groaned, burying your face in his chest. “That’s so embarrassing.”
A torturous moment of silence passed, before Aaron spoke again, the deep rumble of his voice igniting the fire in the pit of your stomach even deeper.
“Can I?”
“What?” you gasped breathlessly.
“Can I rail you into the mattress? Can I fuck your pretty pussy until all you remember how to say is my name?”
“Yes, Aaron, fuck… am I dreaming?”
He laughed and flipped you onto your back, climbing on top of you swiftly, and brought his lips to yours. His lips were slightly chapped, but still soft, and his mouth tasted of minty toothpaste and a taste that was completely him. His kisses on your cheeks had been so gentle, but there was nothing gentle about this. He was rough, and meticulous, as though every kiss was carefully calculated to make your panties wetter. You kissed him back as if your life depended on it. Like he was water, air, your life force. Aaron’s tongue darted inside your mouth, and you gladly accepted it, giving it a gentle suck before letting him explore. He nipped at your bottom lip with his teeth, making you whine and buck your hips up against him.
He chuckled darkly at your desperation. “Be patient, sweet girl. I want to make you feel good, but you have to be patient.”
You nodded frantically. You’d do anything, wait forever, if it meant he would fuck you.
“Yes, sir,” you replied.
“God, (Y/N), you have no idea what you do to me when you say that.”
He dove back into your mouth, kissing with just as much fervor, and then began trailing hot kisses across your jawline and down your neck.
“I want to be a good girl for you, sir, I’ll take anything you want to give me,” you moaned
Hotch groaned at that and brought his hands to your large breasts, which were practically spilling out of your tank top.
“Taking this off for me is a start.”
You eagerly pulled back and pulled off your tank top, throwing it onto the floor. Hotch marveled at your beautiful breasts, but before he did anything further, he cupped your face again and placed a more gentle kiss to your lips.
“Is this okay?” He asked with sincerity, slightly breaking the dominant attitude he had taken on to make sure he wasn’t being too much, going too far.
“More than okay,” you assured him with another kiss. He smiled. A real, genuine smile that you got to see so much more than anyone else.
“I want to talk about kinks, limits, and safewords next time, but for now, I just want to make love to you. All you need to do is say stop, and I’ll stop right away, do you understand?” he spoke.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s my good girl.”
It made you so happy how much Aaron cared about your comfort and wellbeing. It also made you so happy that he promised you a next time. Your conversation earlier pretty much cemented that you both had real feelings for each other and this would be more than just a hookup, but there was still a twinge of insecurity inside of you that that wasn’t the case. You would talk to Aaron about defining your relationship after this. For now, all you could focus on was the pleasure coursing through your body as he sucked on your nipple, grazing his teeth along it slightly, and using his hand to roll and pinch the nipple on your other breast. Your breasts had always been very sensitive, which he was clearly learning for himself with every little sound you let out.
“Aaronnnn,” you moaned, and suddenly the throbbing erection in his sweatpants was becoming more and more difficult to ignore.
“Fuck,” he moaned against your chest as he palmed his aching cock. “I wanted to eat your pussy, pretty girl, but I need to be inside of you so badly right now, that will have to wait.”
He pulled your hips flush against him roughly, catching you by surprise and causing you to cry out.
He put his large hand against your mouth and leaned into your ear, whispering, “You’re gonna have to keep quiet, (Y/N), the rest of our team is staying in this hotel and they don’t need to have their sleep disturbed by the sound of you cumming on your boss’s cock, do they?”
It was vulgar, and he knew it. The hot flush on your face and the aroused whimper you let out was the exact reaction he wanted.
“No, sir,” you thought for a moment. “Probably not.”
He smirked at you again. “Dirty girl.”
Aaron brought his hands to the waistband of your pajama shorts, instructing you to “lift that ass up for me” so he could tug them off and toss them and your panties onto the floor beside your tank top. The cool air of the hotel room hit your glistening pussy. You shivered.
“You still have all your clothes on, Hotch- I mean, Aaron. Please, can I see you? I want to see you.”
He considered berating you for telling him what to do, and for slipping up by calling him Hotch, since you had promised you would do whatever he wanted, but he could tell you sincerely wanted to see his body, and he obliged.
“Of course, princess.”
You stared shamelessly as he stepped away from the bed. First, he pulled off his T-shirt, and you stifled a moan at the sight of his toned chest, dusted with hair and beauty marks. Next, he pulled off his light grey sweatpants, and your eyes widened at the sight of the wet spot forming on the fabric. Finally, his solid, leaking cock sprung out, and you gasped. It was the biggest cock you had ever seen in real life. It was long and thick, a beautiful shade of pink, and it bobbed against his stomach, leaving a tiny smear of precum that glistened in the moonlight.
Aaron suddenly felt insecure, standing nude in front of you. It has been a long time since he had been naked in front of a woman, and he had never been naked in front of a woman as young, beautiful, and brilliant as you.
You read the expression of insecurity flash across his face. It made you sad. He was so unbelievably handsome and it hurt you to think that he didn’t feel the same way about himself.
“Fuck, Aaron” you said, standing up out of the bed and walking over to him. You placed your hands on his chest and got on your tippy toes to kiss him, but he still had to lean down to meet your lips. The height difference made you dizzy. “You are so hot, sir. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me under your suits all this time.”
He smiled and looked away, embarrassed.
“You’re so hot too,” he said playfully. “I mean it. You’re so beautiful, (Y/N). I feel…” he paused, taking a deep breath. “I feel honored to see your body.”
You smiled up at him and blushed when you felt his massive cock rub against your torso.
His dominant persona switched back on. “Get on the bed and spread your legs for me so I can fuck that drippy pussy, baby.”
You flushed madly and felt an electric shock of arousal run through your body, but you were nervous.
You were nervous that Aaron’s big cock wouldn’t fit in you. At least, not without some preparation. You didn’t want to disappoint him, disobey your boss’s orders, but you knew he told you that he would stop right away if you said the word.
“Wait, Aaron, can you stop for a second, please?” you asked softly, running your hands up and down his muscular arms.
Oh god.
Aaron silently started to panic. He had done something wrong. He had been too rough, too domineering. Too intimidating. The team had told him before he was too intense. He was a bully. That’s the last thing he wanted you to think about him and now he was positively sure you did. He took a deep breath and collected himself.
“Yes, of course. Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”
You smiled that radiant smile of yours and he already felt some relief before you even began to speak.
“Yes, I’m doing great. And no, you didn’t do anything wrong. I…” you trailed off distractedly, and grazed your hand lightly against the length of his dick. He hissed at the sensation, his cock still throbbing. It had been a long time since he even got off with his own hand, his self-pleasure coming much farther down in his list of priorities than his work.
“I’m gonna need you to stretch me out with your fingers before I can take you. You’re… you’re really big, sir.”
The flattery made Aaron’s head swoon. He was normally so calm, cool, and collected, but you were driving him crazy. Although the pride swelling in his chest was quickly trampled away by the guilt that he hadn’t thought to do that himself. He felt like such an insensitive asshole. He fantasized about giving you pleasure nearly every chance he got, and yet he nearly put you in a situation that would cause you pain.
He looked down at you, staring up at him with your big, beautiful eyes, still ghosting your fingers along his dick.
“Of course, baby, I would love to get you ready for me on my fingers,” he began, dragging a finger through your wet folds and making you gasp. “I’m sorry I didn’t think of that myself. I’ve been thinking about filling you up with my cock for so long, I got ahead of myself. Go get on the bed.”
He smacked you on the butt as you turned away to climb back into the comfy hotel bed, making you squeal.
“What did I say about keeping quiet?” he reprimanded. You squirmed with embarrassment at the loud noise you made, praying none of your coworkers heard it. You knew even if you managed to make up a decent excuse for why everyone heard squeals and moans coming from the room you were sharing with your boss, your dear friend Penelope would surely know what really happened and break the news to everyone.
“I’m sorry, sir. It won’t happen again.”
“It better not, or I’ll have to shut your pretty mouth up myself.”
You barely got a moment to fantasize about the implications of that sentence because Aaron quickly joined you on the bed, situating you comfortably to the side of his firm, warm body so he could wrap his arm around you and reach your pussy. It took a slight crane of the neck for him to kiss you in this position, but a tiny bit of discomfort was more than worth it for the feeling of your wet mouth against his own.
Hotch trailed gentle kisses along your jawline and began by rubbing your clit to get you nice and loose for him. Taking his fingers would be easier than taking his cock, certainly, but his fingers were still so big and thick. It struck you how inappropriate this was, your boss from the FBI for god’s sake was rubbing your clit while you tried to subdue your moans. As if he read your mind (he practically can) he leaned into your ear with a low whisper, “When we’re finally back to Quantico, I’m taking you on every surface of my house to make up for all the pretty moans you’ll have to keep in at this fucking hotel. I can’t wait to hear you scream my name.”
“Oh, Aaron,” you moaned out softly. “I can’t wait, I can’t wait, I need to let it out.”
“Oh, baby, I know you do. You’re doing so good staying quiet for me.”
His middle finger was flicking up and down quickly against your clit, a sensation so intense you shuddered. You didn’t have the words to express how incredible it felt. You were no stranger to the feeling of your own fingers on your clit, but Aaron’s were something else entirely.
“You’re gonna cum from my hand on your clit before I put my fingers in you.”
The way he stated that as a fact instead of a question was tantalizing to you. He already knew your body so well, of course he would, as one of the top behavior experts in the world.
After a few minutes of this decadent pleasure, you began to feel the familiar sensation of your orgasm building up in the pit of your stomach.
“I’m- I’m close, sir, gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you babbled, and finally your orgasm washed over you, tingly heat spreading throughout your whole body.
Aaron rode you through it so well, every wave of your orgasm crashing into you more intensely than the last. He finally pulled his hand away from your clit, and just as you were expecting a momentary break, two of his thick fingers plunged inside of your hole.
You gasped, throwing one of your hands against your mouth at lightning speed to muffle the string of moans and profanities coming out of you. Aaron smirked at your attempt to keep quiet, the low rumble of his voice praising you for being such a good girl mixed in the air with the squelching sound of his fingers diving in and out of your pussy, creating an absolutely lewd melody. This was way better than any ASMR you would have been listening to if you were asleep right now. You removed your hand from your mouth momentarily to beg Aaron for a third finger, which he eagerly obliged, stuffing your cunt even fuller. With the insertion of the third digit, he curled his fingers up at just the perfect angle, hitting the squishy spot at the end of your vaginal canal that had you cumming instantly, rocking your hips against his big hand.
He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, drenched in your slick, and marveled wide eyed when you grabbed his wrist before he could wipe his hand on the blankets as he intended to. You brought his hand up to your mouth, taking his fingers deep to clean them off. You were milking it, and you both knew it, dramatically bobbing your head up and down and gazing up at him through your eyelashes as if you were sucking his cock. Speaking of his cock, it had gone half hard while he was pleasuring you, not from lack of arousal but from how focused his concentration was on your pleasure. But the lewd display you were putting on for him stirred his cock back fully to life, hard, aching, and leaking a bead of precum that fell onto your plush thigh. Damn, your thighs. They were so thick and grabbable. He’d spend so many meetings trying to avoid looking at how your skirt had ridden up your legs and exposed your thighs. He decided right then and there that every night you two spent in this damn hotel room until this case was over would be dedicated to him worshipping another part of your body.
You took Aaron’s hand from your mouth and licked a fat, wet stripe across his palm, trying to act confident but secretly hoping he would know what to do with it and he wouldn’t think you were a weirdo who licked him for no reason. Thankfully, he understood your intention and brought it to his cock, lubing himself up with the mixture of your saliva and his precum.
Aaron already knew you were on birth control, he’s seen you pop the little pill in your mouth at 9PM sharp while out late on a case or when you’ve shared a room in the past, but he figured he should still offer the use of a condom to you, just in case you wanted it.
But fuck, he didn’t have condoms. He couldn’t even recall the last time he bought condoms. He hadn’t planned to fuck you tonight. He planned to suffer in silence the rest of his life, never confessing to you, and trying to avoid you on days you wore low cut tops to the office.
“Do you have a condom?” he asked, hoping maybe you had been more prepared than he.
You smirked.
“I know you know I’m clean and on the pill, sir. I know you’re clean, too. I want to feel you cum inside of me. Please, let me feel you fill me up.”
“God, (Y/N), you’re going to kill me,” he groaned, and with that, he pushed inside you. He was careful to go slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size as he slid into you. His fingers had definitely helped, but there was still a delicious burn as his long cock finally bottomed out. He stilled for a moment, listening to the sound of both of your breathing and heartbeats. As you adapted to the size of him, he appreciated how warm, wet, and tight you were. Aaron would never be able to let you go. He needed this for the rest of his life.
He leant down to press a hungry kiss to your lips which you more than reciprocated, before he broke away to say “tell me when you’re ready for me to move, sweetheart.”
“Now! Please fuck me, sir, I need it, please.”
He hadn’t expected such an eager response and it made his cock pulse. He needed it too.
That’s when Special Agent Hotchner delivered his promise of railing you into the bed.
He was rough and fast, thrusting in and out of you at a pace that made the bed rattle and had you gasping and moaning (as quietly as possible!) uncontrollably. You’ve never felt a sensation as good in your life. Aaron was the only thing you could think of. His thick cock dragged against your soft walls and you chanted “Aaron, Aaron, Aaron!”
It was impossible for him to keep up his usually stoic expression when he was inside your pussy. His jaw hung open as he fucked you hard, trying so hard not to bust in you just a few minutes in, you just felt so damn good. He wanted to make you cum one more time before he did, but his orgasm was approaching fast, with every passing moment it was getting harder to run from.
He shifted his weight onto his right arm so he could bring his left hand down to rub your clit, and you whimpered. Your chant of his name became less clear, profanities and gaps merging with different variations of his name.
“Aaron, Aaron! Hotch, sir, fuck, fuck!”
He barely made a mental note to serve you a good punishment later for calling him Hotch in the bedroom again, but his attention was immediately stolen by a hot gush of liquid around his cock and against his lower stomach.
You squirted.
You felt it coming and you couldn’t stop it. You’ve squirted before, but only a few times, and only ever by yourself. You didn’t expect it. It felt incredible, your orgasm was strong, spraying out of you and coating the older man. Suddenly, you felt embarrassed. You made a mess. You made a mess of him. You could barely choke out an apology when he moaned out, “Don’t be, don’t be sorry, fuck, I’m cumming.”
He’d never experienced someone squirting in real life before. It was the most erotic thing that’s ever happened to him, and it gave him the most powerful orgasm of his life. He collapsed on top of you, barely managing to support himself last minute before crushing you.
“Oh my god, (Y/N), don’t be sorry. That was the most erotic experience of my life.”
Your expression was a mixture of bliss and exhaustion as a sweet smile formed on your face. You placed your small, soft hands on either side of his face and pulled him down to kiss you. This kiss was unlike any of the kisses you two had shared all night. It wasn’t carefully gentle, nor roughly sexual. It was blissfully romantic.
“Thank you, Aaron,” you murmured.
“Thank you, pretty girl. I’m gonna pull out now. Are you ready?”
You nodded, and gasped once you were empty.
“Wait here while I get a towel to clean you up,” said Aaron, planting a kiss on your forehead before heading to the bathroom. He came back with a hand towel, half soaked in warm water and half dry. He wiped you down between your legs and wiped off his own dick before drying you both off with the dry end. He also brought a full-sized towel which he draped over the wet spot your squirt made on the bed, insisting on taking that side of the bed despite your protests. Your comfort was the most important thing to him.
“We should at least go down to the front desk and get new sheets,” you whined, still slightly embarrassed of the mess you made, and now the fact that Aaron was literally lying in it.
“In a minute. I just want to be with you, first.”
You two snuggled up together on the bed, still nude, enjoying the feeling of being skin-to-skin with one another. The conversation about your relationship status came easily. You both had been interested in each other for a long time. You were both deeply passionate for each other, and you wanted to make something serious work.
“My handsome boyfriend,” you murmured, tracing a finger along his jawline. “Are we going to tell the team?” you asked. He thought on it for a moment.
“We should. Actually, I have the perfect idea on how we should.”
You raised an eyebrow expectantly as Aaron tugged the blanket up to cover your breasts and grabbed your phone. He snapped a picture of you laying on his chest, the both of you covered yet still obviously unclothed, and handed the phone to you.
“Send this to Garcia.”
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bonus:
Eventually, when you could bear to stop cuddling and get out of bed, you and Aaron got dressed and headed down to the front desk for some fresh bedding. The front desk employee only had an extra comforter to offer you instead of a full set of sheets, which was alright, as your release had really only soaked through the comforter. You and Aaron made the bed together and drifted off to sleep quickly after exchanging a few goodnight kisses. You were both exhausted, and both slept well in each other’s arms. In the morning, the team met in the hotel lobby, where the same front desk person was on staff from last night.
“Oh, hi again!” he smiled brightly as you and Aaron stepped off the elevator. “My apologies once again that we didn’t have any extra bedsheets.”
Extra bedsheets? The team stared at you with slack jaws and wide eyes, cogs evidently turning in their brains as they all tried to analyze whether or not the extra sheets were for the reason all of their minds immediately jumped to, or whether there was an innocent explanation. Well, the whole team but Garcia, who immediately blushed and started giggling, confirming everyone’s suspicions.
“Oh my god, you NEED to tell me everything!” She blurted out.
You laughed. “I’ll tell you about it in the car, Pen.” You began walking towards the hotel door and shot a look back to the rest of the team.
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He likes when you jerk him off and sweet talk to him. "you have such a pretty cock baby". That shit gets him going. In the mornings after you two wake up, he likes to get under your shirt and suck on your tits while he rubs his boner on your thigh. He lovesss when you ride him, because it gives him the full view of how your pussy swallows him so easy, and the way your tits bounce too. He likes when you baby him. "oh baby come here". THIS reid does NOT like to be rough with you, instead he prefers if youre rough on him and even degrade him. He's such a whore for that.
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