hi!?! could you please write slowburn with hotch.. like working at the bau and being a little oblivious and udhhd until it eventually resolves with smut?? I lack fics without previously established relationship
you're the risk i'm gonna take it
pairing: aaron hotchner x reader, background michael robinavitch x reader
summary: request above
word count: 3.7k
tags: jealous!hotch, possessive!hotch, angst, hotch is lowk toxic but it works out for him, reader is oblivious but also kind of dumb, the pitt mention (helloo hyperfixation) dr robby is down bad, not proofread.
author's note: thank you for this request angel! i hope you like this and ty for being so patient xx
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The first time you meet Aaron Hotchner, youâre ready to hightail it out of the room. Your transfer to the Behavioural Analysis Unit was something done out of necessityâyouâd spent a long time in private practice before deciding to branch out and were lucky enough to score an opening with the FBI.
Hotchner wasâŚa lot. Of what? You werenât entirely sure. Youâd been made aware he had a reputation for being a hardass and somehow also one of the best team leaders in the FBI.
He was calm, confident and at times abrasive, but you wouldnât have gotten to this point if you were unable to work under pressure. He had been strict and clear in his expectations of your role on the team; you were new and had to fight to prove yourself.
âI look forward to working with you Agent.â He had remarked, barely looking up from his pile of papers as he dismissed you from the meeting. If you were any less professional, you would have scoffed but all you did was offer a tight smile and nod.
âI do too, have a good day further Agent Hotchner.â
And that was that.
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The BAU was a learn as you go workplace and you quickly figured out it was also a seemingly do as I say, not as I do environment. If you had a dollar for every time you witnessed one of your coworkers pull some kind of self-sacrificing bullshitâyouâre fairly sure youâd never have to work ever again.
You would be lying if you said it didnât bring some sort of spark back into your life, despite the dead bodies and sadistic murderersâyou had found that missing puzzle peace.
The team sat on the plane back from one of their most recent cases, half-asleep on the red eye whilst you had your laptop out, typing away at your report so youâd be able to sleep as soon as you got back.
âYou should sleep.â Hotchâs voice startles you despite being barely above a soft murmur. Heâs watching you over a case file whilst sitting across from you.
You snort, âYeah, no chance.â
Hotch frowns, âYou having a hard time sleeping?â His tone is concerned and it brings a stiffness to your shoulders. You shouldnât have said that. Youâre completely capable of doing your job and itâs not like youâre the only one on this plane who has a hard time closing their eyes at night and not picturing every other gruesome thing theyâve encountered.
âNo,â you smile tightly, shuffling your laptop closer to you as you squint at the screen. âIâm fine.â
Hotch stares at you for a second, as if heâs deciding whether or not to call you out on the blatant lie but instead heaves a sigh, slumping into his own seat.
âYou shouldnât squint like thatâit will hurt your eyes.â He reprimands lightly and this time you canât help the amused raise of your brow as you meet his dark gaze.
âGod, youâre old.â You snort, immediately trying to muffle your laugh when his expression turns perplexed.
âOld?â he mutters in disbelief.
âSorry,â you giggle, slapping a hand over your mouth as you watch him shake his head in fond amusement.
âYouâre trouble for a manâs ego.â He points at you with a wry smile on his face as you flush.
You shrug, âGotta keep emâ humble.â
Hotch flashes his teeth as he grins softly. Silence grows between the two of you as you continue to work on your own respective tasks.
As you continue to write your report, nibbling on your bottom lip you are seemingly unaware of the soft looks Hotch sends you in between his own reading.
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Your relationship with Hotch is complicated. There are times where youâll catch him staring at you from his office, small smile on his face or thereâs times where he inconspicuously accommodates you more than he would someone else.
Heâs just being nice is what you tell yourself, because any other option would be ludicrous to even consider. Though there are moments that make you start to question whether those options might be reality.
Youâre on a case in Pittsburgh, somewhere near the hospital you used to work at before transferring to the BAU and itâs just your luck that one of your key witnesses is currently being held in the ED.
Youâre more than happy to accompany Hotch to the ED to try and get something useful out of the guy and you really struggle at schooling your face of excitement of seeing any of your past colleagues.
It doesnât slip passed Hotchâs notice who quirks a curious brow at you from the driverâs seat, âYouâre quite eager to be meeting a witness.â He remarks dryly but thereâs no hiding the humor in his expression.
You grow shy, nibbling on your bottom lip and drawing his attention to your action. âI used to work in the psychology department at PTMC.â You admit softly, wringing your hands in front of you.
Hotch hums interestedly, itâs not often in their line of work that Agents are transferred into the FBI from outside of the academy. Heâs willing to take any chance to know the parts of you heâs been yet to discover and visiting your work is what brings him hope that this might just push you both closer together.
You havenât been outwardly dismissive of his advancements, but he would be lying if he said it wasnât killing him inside that you werenât as forthcoming. Sure, it had been a while since heâd had to whip out his flirting tacticsâhis first and last relationship being well his late wife.
But you were so enigmatic that he just couldnât help but want to be near you, heâd been making every effort to impress. Well, at least he thought he had, if your blatant obliviousness to his affection wasnât sign enough.
Hotch had found himself gritting his teeth one too many times after heâd been blatantly flirting with you only for you to respond in your sweetest smile yet most professional tone.
He knew it wasnât right, that he had no business crushing on his subordinate but Lord help him if you werenât the only woman who had made him feel things he didnât think himself capable of.
When Hotch parks the car, you practically launch yourself out of the vehicle to speedwalk your way into the entrance. Youâre fast enough that Hotch has to jog a little to catch up to you with a breathy chuckle before matching your strides.
âSo, you can run in those heels,â he teases softly, his arm coming back to rest on the curve of your back to guide you to the entrance.
You lift your hand to swat at his chest half-heartedly with a playful scowl that diminishes the moment you step into the bustling ER, the both of you adopting your composed manner of professionalism despite your simultaneous twitching lips.
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Youâre met by a blonde nurse whose smile is as wide as can be when she catches sight of you, her southern drawl echoing as she crosses the room, âWell, arenât you a sight for sore eyes sunshine? Who knew weâd be seeing your face again!â she remarks happily, wrapping her arms around you in a motherly hug.
âDana, I missed you.â You say softly, hugging her back before throwing a sheepish expression to Hotch who shrugs.
âAnd whoâs this with you?â Dana sizes up Hotch, staring him down something fierce and he feels himself paling a little.
âUhââ you chuckle nervously. âThis is Agent Hotchner, heâs umâheâs my boss.â You say.
Dana turns to you, quirking a brow that makes you roll your eyes fondly. âWeâre here on a case, Pittsburgh PD should have called ahead, weâre here to interview a James Harlow? He was inââ
âMVA, Yeah Robbyâs got him down in South 12, you remember where that is donât you? Heâs gonna be real excited to see you.â Dana drawls teasingly.
Hotch expects you to laugh and wave off the statement, but heâs surprised to see you fluster, your shoulders hiking up towards your ears as you shove Dana softly.
âStop,â you chastise her through a whine and Hotch feels like a rock had lodged itself in between his heart and ribcage. Who the hell is this guy?
He has no right to be jealous, the two of you arenâtâŚanything. Youâre both colleagues, heâs your superior but Hotch feels his gut clenching and palms sweating all the same.
He coughs, clearing his throat which draws your attention back to him. You have the decency to look embarrassed but without further mention of it you say a hasty goodbye to an amused Dana who looks like sheâs sizing him up and drag the both of you to what he assumes is South 12.
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When the curtain is drawn away, you both are met with the sight of your witness and what Hotch assumes is âRobbyâ explaining his blood test results to.
âUh,â your witness mutters awkwardly, gaze switching between yourself and the man behind you. You suppose you must look quite intimidating in your formal wear and FBI badged plastered to your lapels, but you school your expression into something that you hope resembles comfort.
âSunshine.â Robby remarks surprise as you muster a shy smile and an awkward wave while Hotch behinds you clenches his jaw.
Fuck. Granted, Hotch couldâve rationalised his jealousy if the guy were your age (no he couldnât have) but Robby must be his age if not older. Heâs all crowsâ feet and greying hair that Hotch canât help but measure himself up against.
He hates this. Never once has something so personal jeopardised his ability to maintain professionalism yet you have a way to test all of his boundaries. He hates how Robby is looking at youâlike youâre some kind of miracle that he never thought heâd have the chance to see again.
Itâs how Hotch looks at you. He knows that look, he wears that look every day with a feeling of pride because up until nowâhe had no reason to doubt that it was a matter of when not if you returned his affection.
Now? Now he feels the urge to drag you out of this ED and make you promise to never look at another man ever again. But he canât, so he doesnât.
âI uhâweâre here to interview Mr. Harlow. Weâre with the BAUâwe just have a couple of questions about what you saw today,â you murmur reassuringly to the wary man whilst glancing back at Robby.
Hotchâs firm voice startles you slightly when he moves from behind you to stand next to you, effectively acting as a barrier between you and Robby, âWe need you to go over anything you can remember from this morning.â
Robbyâs gaze turns amused when he notices Hotchâs posturing, snorting to himself as he shuffles out of the room, âIâll leave you to it.â
You nod meekly, opening your mouth to start the cognitive interview before Robbyâs voice interrupts you, âDinner later Sunshine? Would be good to catch up.â He offers, an easy smile in his place.
Your heart warms, as much as youâve enjoyed your time at the BAU, the day shift were the first people who made you feel like you were part of a community.
âYeah,â you offer easily. âIâm working a case right now, but Iâd like that. Maybe you could invite the restââ
âAgent, weâre in the middle of something.â Hotch spits out, his eyes ablaze as he stares you down.
You shrink into yourself, not noticing Robbyâs frown at your demeanour though he leaves after you give him a reassuring smile. You give your full attention back to your witness and proceed with the interview.
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You somehow feel like youâve done something wrong despite the interview being a complete success. You walk out of the room with the feeling that Hotch isâŚmad at you? Frustrated?
Youâre not entirely sure, only that he speaks to you in one word responses if heâs not supplied a grunt of some kind. It gets worse when you confirm your plans with Robby as you walk out, offering for Hotch to go on without you when you notice other Pittsburgh PD officers also in the ED.
âItâll give me some time to ask him a couple more questions and you can go over what we already know with the rest of the team, Iâm sure the officers wonât mind.â You reassure him.
Hotch fights the growl that wants to burst out of his throat. He minds. He minds that Robbyâs been waiting not so patiently to get you wrapped around his dirty little fingers, for you to decide that maybe you donât want Hotch and instead want to trade up to some fucking ER Doctor.
âNo, we came together. Iâll drive you back.â His answer is curt and your confusion doubles. What is his problem?
âBut Iââ
âSunshine, my truckâs sitting outside if youâd rather drive that. I donât mind coming and gettingâ it from you later before dinner.â Â Robby offers, interrupting your conversation Hotch thinks bitterly.
Of course he drives a truck, and of course heâd offer for you to take it. Any excuse in the book to get to see you again huh? Well Hotch can deal with that.
âThat wonât be necessary, we have everything that we need to form a working profile and time is really of the essence here. We need to go. Now.â He orders, leaving no room for misinterpretation as he grabs your arm despite the gasp you let out, sparks shooting up your arm as your dragged out the parking lot.
âWhat? Hotchââ you squeak out, trying to tug your arm from his hold as he pulls you into the car, lifting you by your hips and plopping you into the passenger seat. You squawk in protest squirming as he adjusts your legs slightly and closes the door, jogging to the driverâs seat and getting in with a scowl still planted on his face.
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Youâve been silent and matching Hotchâs scowl the entire drive back to the precinct, âThis is kidnapping you know.â You remark sarcastically, folding your arms over your chest..
Hotch blows out a frustrated breath, âWe had to leave, we didnât have time for you be chummy with your friends.â He growls out, hands tightening on the wheel until heâs white knuckling it.
âYeah sure, blame me when youâre the one with a stick up your ass.â He hears you mutter to yourself, forcing his resolve to break.
âThatâs it.â He snarls, pulling off onto the shoulder of the road. There are barely any cars on this stretch of road, but it still brings a gasp to your lips at the jerky movement.
âWhat is wrong with you!â you hiss out, clutching at your seatbelt and the handle of the door as your eyes grow wide in panic.
âYouâre being a brat.â Hotch growls out, his gaze dark and heavy as his chest heaves up and down in frustration. Your gaze drops to his chest, your mouth growing parched as you shake yourself out of your stupor.
âIâm a brat?â You say incredulously, âIâm a brat when youâre the one who nearly got us into an accident because you were too busy having a temper tantrum over what the fuck ever?â
Hotchâs jaw clicks from how hard heâs clenching it, his glare focused on you, âWell I wouldnât have been so on edge if you werenât distracted while on the job.â
If itâs even possible, your scowl deepens, as you unbuckle your seatbelt thrusting your pointer finger into Hotchâs chest with vehemence, âDonât you dare insinuate that I canât do my job, I told you I couldâve gotten a ride with a different officer. Hell, even Robby offeredââ
âDonât fucking say him name.â Hotch threatens.
You falter, expression turning into bewilderment, âYouâve got a problem with Robby? You just met him howââ
âBecause he was hitting on you!â Hotch bursts out, running his hand over his jaw as he blows out a frustrated breath as he chuckles without humor.
âHuh? Robby? He wouldnâtââ
âOh, trust me,â Hotch taunts, âHe would and he did. I had a front row seat to that entire segment.â
You frown looking as puzzled as ever, âThatâs why you were angry? Why does it matter what Robby thinks, it doesnât impact the caseââ
âFuck, youâre irritating.â Hotch grounds out, launching himself over the counsel and swallowing your annoyed sound with his lips. He kisses you fiercely, his chapped lips borderline bruising your own as he prods at your lips with his tongue, seeking entrance.
He muffles your whimpers with his drawn out groan as he licks into your mouth, his hand coming up to cup your face, angling you to deepen the kiss as he threads his fingers through your hair.
Your hands come up shakily to clench around his t-shirt as you whine into his mouth, lazily licking into his mouth like youâre trying to play catch up with him.
When he draws himself away, you follow his lips unconsciouslyâyour own puckered with a whine as he takes in your dazed expression. He licks his lips watching you, already half hard in his pants from the taste of you.
âI was jealous.â He admits, his voice low. Heâs still looking at you, watching for any change in your expression.
Your eyes widen, âWhy?â you mumble aloud.
Hotch scoffs a laugh, âBecause I like you? Because I wished that I had worked up the nerve to ask you out before that hotshot doctor did? Because I was too much of a wuss because I was scared youâd say no? you take your pick.â He says, smiling without humour.
You frown, your hand hesitantly lifting to cup Hotchâs cheek. You nibble on your bottom lip, drawing a groan from Hotchâs chest.
âIâI like you too.â You admit shyly, your expression growing abashed as you avoid eye contact with him.
âLook at me.â He demands firmly, his hand cupping your chin to force you to meet his gaze.
âIâm sorry I lashed out at you, that was unfair of me.â He says softly. You shrug, rubbing your thumb up and down his cheek.
âSâokay, I know you didnât mean it.â You mumble.
Hotch shakes his head, âNo.â he states firmly, âI didnât mean it but that doesnât make it right, you donât deserve to be treated like that. Iâm sorry.â He insists.
You smile softly, âForgiven, you can be so emotional sometimes.â You tease softly.
Hotch canât help but roll his eyes, âYou mean it though? youâyou like me?â he asks hoarsely.
You grow shy, nodding softly. âSay it again.â He demands petulantly.
You snort, âWhat will I get if I do?â you taunt.
Hotchâs expression grows devilish, âAnything you want.â He mutters darkly, gazing at you with heat in his eyes. His dick twitches inside of his pants as he has to fight the urge to thrust up into empty space.
Your pupils dilate, âI like you.â You say breathily and Aaronâs smirk grows wider.
âThat right?â He taunts softly, his hand dropping to your thigh and slowly moving upwards.
You shudder softly, your thighs slipping open as you gaze grows heavier. âIs this okay?â Aaron checks in with you.
You nod softly, your own hand coming to rest of his shoulder as you feel him run his index finger over the inseam of your tailored pants.
A sharp gasp escapes you, âFuck.â Aaron mutters as he watches you squirm.
âTake off your pants.â He orders and you scramble to pull your pants and underwear off in quick succession.
Aaronâs breathing grows heavier as he catches sight of your wet cunt, glistening from its moisture as you spread your legs shyly.
His groan is loud in the car as he runs his thumb over your sticky entrance, pausing to press indecently over your hole softly before running it back up and down through your wetness.
You whimper, grabbing hold of his bicep as you make half-hearted thrusts against his thumb, clenching down emptily on the tip of his thumb each time he teasingly enters your cunt.
âIâoh.â You gasp, feeling Hotchâs thumb start to rub circles on your clit mixed with your wetness. You feel yourself start to leak between your thighs, grinding your hips up into Hotchâs thumb.
âDoes that feel good?â he grunts, using his other hand to circle your entrance with his index finger, slipping it in as he rubs your clit and watching in fascination as your pussy swallows his finger whole, clenching down so tightly on him that he canât help but imagine how tight youâd be on his dick.
âHotch, Iâ" you whine as he thrusts his finger in and out, curling it slowly to brush against that soft spongy area inside of you that turns your legs into jelly.
âAaron,â he orders you. âYou call me Aaron while I make you feel good.â
You nod nonsensically, barely even listening as your focus is on the feeling of Hotchâs fingers in you. âAnotherâwant, oh my god, another.â You beg him, leaking all over his fingers as you thrust harder, seeking more friction.
Hotch adds his middle finger easily enough, drawing out a guttural moan from you as you feel yourself climbing closer to the edge. You can feel every callous and groove on Hotchâs fingers and it makes you even wetter.
God you want his fingers inside of you forever, stretching you out and making you cum. âI canât, closeââ you mumble softly, throwing your head back as you clench your hand down on Aaronâs shoulderâyou expression scrunching in pleasure.
âYeah?â Aaron coos, âCum on my fingers babyâthatâs a good girl, cum for me.â He growls, fucking his fingers into your harder as you hurtle towards the finish line.
Your cunt clenching down harshly as you walls spasm around his fingers, your vision whiting out from pure pleasure as Hotch milks you for your orgasm until youâre left twitching and spent on the seat.
âGood girl.â He mumbles softly, laying a soft kiss on your forehead before taking his fingers out of you, bringing them to his own mouth, and sucking as his own eyes roll back into his head.
Youâre about to offer to suck him off when youâve recovered when you notice the wet patch that blooms over his crotch.
He came in his pants, from fingering you.
















