#aaron x reader

The Unsub turned out to be Richard; the Real Estate agent that had access to the homes and the people that lived in them. 

He hadn’t known you or Aaron were undercover when you moved in. Penelope had conversed with him under the alias of a HR manager who was helping find a suitable home for her new second-in-command (which was you). 

And he’d done everything exactly as the team had suspected. 

He was jealous of the outwardly loving relationship of those around him. The barbeques were just a trap to see who would be his best target. His relationship was on the rocks with his wife, who had secretly been in contact with a divorce lawyer. 

Seeing the noticeable loving relationship between yourself and Aaron had sent him over the edge. But, rather than acting quickly, he took his time. Watched you both longer, spent more time with you both; it was practically self punishing for him. 

“Is it bad if I say I don’t want to leave?”

The others were staying at a hotel for the night. They’d been helping both you and Aaron pack up your undercover home, but for the last few things, you’d told them you and Hotch would handle it. 

“Because of the house?” Hotch asked you, “Or because of..” 

Aaron was standing beside you as you rested more photo frames in the cardboard box. On the top was a photo of both of you, taken not too long before the case started. 

It had been a warm day and, with a rare day off, you’d taken your mother to breakfast in the city when you’d made a call to Aaron. Your mother was begging to see him, too. And, he’d shown up. 

Which was when she’d begged for another photo of you two together. She didn’t have an up-to-date one, so, with reluctance, you both agreed. 

Considering Penelope was the one that found the copy, you knew there would be some explaining to do the next time you saw your mother. 

“Both,” you said. “But…mostly the latter.”

Turning to look at him to gauge his reaction, you let every wall fall. You trusted Aaron with your life. And you knew he trusted you. And, after the last seventeen days, there had been too many moments. 

You couldn’t ignore them. 

Not when years of friendship and feelings were involved. 

Hotch nodded. “So…if I said that I felt the same…would it make you feel less weird about it?”

You shifted on your feet. “Do you feel the same?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

You swallowed, unsure of what to say. But you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. 

Letting out a small breath, Aaron lowered his walls, too. “You’re my best friend. I trust you with my life, I always have. But I also know that you’re more than that to me. And that I feel more than that for you.”

He could see the tears behind your eyes. They let him know you were hearing him, but also living through every moment you had shared together since the beginning. 

“Do you feel that for me?”

“Yes,” you admitted, without hesitation, though your voice was a little shaky. “I don’t want to lose you, Aaron.”

He reached out for you. “And you won’t. I can promise you that.”

“Can you?” You asked. “Can I promise it to you?”

“What are you scared of?”

You took in a shaky breath. “I’ve thought about it for a long time, Aaron. I had…” You rolled your lips, gathering yourself together. “I had accepted the fact that you and I would never be anything more. Maybe the best I could hope for was ‘work husband’ and ‘work wife’. I don’t want ‘us’ to happen because we got reality confused with fantasy.”

“But it’s not a fantasy.” Aaron told you.

“Aaron-”

He held you gently at your shoulders, “It’s not.” 

He made sure you were looking at him when he told you. 

“I love you, Y/n. I love you as my best friend, I love you as my work wife,” Aaron chuckled a little but the seriousness of his words quickly returned. “But, most importantly, I love you as my other half. And that is something I have considered you, since we first sat in that broken down movie theatre, soaking wet from that torrential rain, remember?”

You nodded. 

You’d known Aaron Hotchner for almost a year at that point. Every couple of evenings, you’d both sit together in the library and study. When you weren’t studying, you were both talking. 

Turned out, you both had a lot more in common than you thought. You very quickly became close friends and, despite the rumours, you and Aaron maintained a solid friendship. 

One that had you bringing him home during Spring Break since his family was away. During that time, you had taken him on a tour of your town where most things were within walking distance. Only, when you’d both reached one side of town, your car was at least a twenty minute run. When the rain started to fall, you’d both taken shelter in the old movie theatre. 

Somewhere on the run, a tunnel of wind had brought up a lot of the old gravel from the parking lot so, in between the laughter from the adrenaline and the slightly creepy vibes of the building, you’d helped clean the small cut on Aaron’s face. 

“I remember.”

Aaron smiled. “I knew from then on, not only did I know that I loved you, but that I wanted you in my life, for the rest of my life.”

You took in a breath and leaned into Aaron’s touch as he held your face. 

“So please believe me when I say, I know this isn’t a fantasy between us. Undercover or not, that doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”

Unable to hold back anymore, you leaned in and kissed Aaron. The way he held your face, gentle and secure, compared to the way he kissed you, desperate and longing; all of it made you melt into him. 

You felt his arms wrap completely around you, one at your waist, the other in your hair. Completely flush against him, he practically devoured your kiss. 

“I love you, too. More than you know…more than I could say.”

Aaron kissed you again. And you said it, again. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

He lifted you in his arms. Your knee knocked the cardboard box onto the sofa and the different pictures scattered across the cushions. Not that either of you would be picking them up in the morning. 

In the meantime, you let Aaron carry you up the stairs and towards the same bedroom you’d both spent the last seventeen nights sleeping in, side by side. The curtains had been closed hours before, so there was no need to break the moment between either of you. 

Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, you helped pull it over his head before he tossed it across the room. 

“Are you sure about this?” Hotch asked you. 

You held his face, making sure he looked directly at you. “Yes. Are you?”

“Do you really have to ask?” Both of you laughed a little at his question as you could have answered for him. 

His erection had been prodding against you since he’d first lifted you up. And, if the way he was kissing you was anything to go off, he wasn’t prepared to stop. 

Not that you wanted him to. 

By the time morning rolled around, and you and Hotch had taken a shower and finally gotten changed, Derek pulled up outside the house with Penelope in the passenger seat. 

“You lovebirds finally ready yet?”

You rolled your eyes and flipped Derek off as you made your way over to the U-Haul van. Meanwhile, you watched Hotch lean down and talk to Derek, telling him he’d follow them back to the airport. 

Despite the entire thing being undercover, you and Hotch still had to return the U-Haul and everything in it. There would be agents waiting at the airport. 

“Oh, wait! Sir! Give this to Y/n!”

By the time Hotch was climbing into the driver’s seat and handing you the pink and yellow polka dot box, Derek had pulled out and was waiting for Hotch to start his engine. 

“What is it?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Opening it, you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Do you think we need to worry about Garcia having access to security tapes?”

“Why?”

You showed him the handmade photo album that was titled To Build A Home. Each page had a picture that had been cleared up from security tapes, or one that had been taken of you and Aaron together. 

The first was of yourself and Hotch standing outside of your new home, side by side with your arms around each other. The more you flipped through, you realised it was a time-line. You and Hotch inside your home, putting up new curtains… 

You’d been standing on the ladder, but Hotch had wrapped his arm around your middle and lifted you down when the ladders had shaken one too many times. 

There was you and Aaron in the doorway of your home, when he’d lifted you from the door. Another where you’d posed with some of your neighbours, though they’d been cropped out. Aaron had his arms around your waist from behind and had crouched to put his chin over your shoulder as your palm delicately held his face. 

There were some of you and Aaron in your garden, or outside your home. Most were from when the maintenance van had rolled by. But every single photo was a memory you would cherish. 

And Penelope had captured every single one, with a handwritten note below: Every new home needs a loving couple, it also needs curtains and rom-com worthy moments, a home needs beautiful gardens…  

On the back, you found a small note. 

There’s so much darkness in our jobs, I wanted you both to remember something good.

Aaron smiled. “As her boss, I’m worried. As your partner…I’m glad we’ve got pictures.”

It had been just another ordinary day. Aaron had gone to his favorite coffee shop, fully expecting things to move along like they usually did…only that day, the world stopped spinning, because there, in the coffee shop, stood the most breathtaking girl he’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. He couldn’t believe how stunning you were, you carried yourself with such poise and you had a style that stood out amongst the crowd, and he could swear you were glowing.

Your presence demanded to be known, simply in the way you stood. You didn’t shy away in the corner of the room or tuck your nose into your phone. No. You stood, your shoulders back, eyes taking in the space around you and your lips were relaxed into the most subtle of smiles. You were the type of girl that people were drawn to, you made people feel confident and safe without words.

When your gaze met Aaron’s, he was embarrassed initially, his ears burning, but then he noticed how your gaze softened and the corners of your lips curled upward just a tick.

--

Four months later, Aaron and you had gone on quite a few dates. The two of you were just beyond that “going on dates/getting to know one another” stage of your relationship, you’d made it through the basics – names, Aaron told you he had a federal job (but couldn’t be too specific), you told him that you were in law school which took up most of your time, talked about your favorite colors, favorite music, favorite movies…all the typical early relationship stuff.

The two of you had busy schedules that kept you from going out regularly, but you’d done your best to spend time with one another when you could. Tonight, would be no different, Aaron had taken you to a nice dinner…and there was something in the air, a sexual charge, one that had been there more often than not as of late. Only you planned to do something about it tonight.

“Why don’t you come in?” You asked, tracing patterns over the back of Aaron’s hand.

“Is that a good idea?” He asked.

“Maybe not, but I think we’ve earned it.” You leaned in closer to him.

With that, all resolve went out the window. Aaron grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into him and kissing you breathless. The two of you stumbled your way through your apartment, making quick work of undressing one another. Aaron laid you back on your bed and wasted no time teasing you, his teeth pressed into your collarbone as he eased into your heat in one quick thrust.

The rest of the evening was perfect, everything you’d imagined it would be.

--

But in the morning, the bubble of perfection would burst.

You and Aaron had woken alongside the sunrise, slowly crawling out of bed and making your way to the kitchen to make coffee. Aaron had a mandatory day off and you didn’t have classes today, so you had planned to spend the day together…but what you didn’t expect is what happened next.

“What is this…” Aaron’s voice trailed off slowly as he checked out the items littering your entry table.

“Um, you’re gonna have to be more specific Aar.” You giggled, coming up behind him.

“That.” He gestured to a framed photo of you and your mom.

“That’s a photograph babe.” You rolled your eyes a nudged him.

“Yeah, sweetheart, I get that it’s a photograph…but why is it a photograph of you with my boss?”

You immediately choked on the sip of coffee you’d just taken. Dramatically sputtering, trying to avoid it from coming out of your nose. Aaron was quick to come up beside you and rub your back gently.

After a few coughs, you were able to get out “That’s my mom.”

“Fuck me.” Aaron deadpanned.

“I mean…we already did, and while I am ready for another round, I think you might need a moment, especially now that you know my mother is your boss.”

It was his turn to choke on his coffee.

“If she new the things you’d done to me…she’d fire you so fast.”

--

You truly thought Aaron would call it off after that, but with minimal convincing and a blow job he decided that he didn’t care, because he loved you, and he told you so a few nights later once you’d talked everything out.

--

You hid things for a few more months, longer than you thought you’d ever get away with, but here’s the thing…your mom was a very smart woman, and Aaron worked with profilers.

So, when your mom asked you to attend the annual FBI charity gala with her, you knew you were screwed, there was no getting out of it. You warned Aaron, letting him know you’d be there and he told you that you’d both have to be on your best behavior and make it through one night. No gazing, touching, excessive talking, and definitely no dancing. While you agreed, you definitely were not going to make this easy for him. You planned to get the sexiest dress you could find, and you casually suggested to your mom that you guys spend the day together, getting all dolled up.

She’d gone all out, nails, hair, makeup, new shoes, and a brand-new dress. A dress that was sure to render Aaron speechless.

--

“Alright hon, I’ll introduce you to the BAU. That’s the team I oversee. We will be sitting with them, and then I will have to go and mingle with some of the big wigs…but I promise I won’t leave you to fend for yourself the whole night.”

“Mom…I’m not a little kid; I can handle myself just fine.” You sighed.

“I know honey, but some of these guys, I swear.” She huffed.

“Aren’t you dating one of ‘those guys’?”

“Speaking of which…let’s not bring that up tonight okay? He is technically my subordinate.”

“Mom! That’s kinky.” You laughed.

She nudged you, before breaking out into laughter with you.

“I won’t say anything, I promise.” You looked at her. “Could you at least tell me who it is, so I’m not blindsided later?”

“His name is David Rossi.”

--

You and your mom walked into the ballroom arm-in-arm, she pointed out the table designated to the BAU, to show you where you’d likely spend the entirety of your evening. There awas a small crowd of people loitering near it, one of which stood out amongst the others…that being your sexy boyfriend. That man could wear a tux.

“Woah! Who is the smoke show with Strauss?” Derek wondered aloud.

“That dress is stunning.” Emily gawked.

“I love her shoes!” Penelope squealed.

“That’s her daughter.” Dave chimed in.

Aaron kept his mouth shut. He’d let the others ask questions…he’d even let Dave give too much information away. Why would he know about Erin’s daughter? Well Aaron knew that was because they were secretly dating, but the team didn’t know that.

“Good evening everyone.” Your mom waved elegantly, “this is my daughter.” She introduced you to the members of the BAU one-by-one.

You did your best to play coy, but when it came time to shake Aaron’s hand, you couldn’t help the blush that dusted your cheeks…hopefully the profilers would chalk it up to an inappropriate crush, and not the fact that he’d spent the better half of last night between your legs.

--

The night was dragging on, and despite your previous agreement, you couldn’t help yourself from stealing glances at Aaron all night, how could you not when he looked that good. You’d caught him staring a few times too, which eased the guilt a bit.

“You could be a little less obvious you know.” He whispered coming up next to you at the bar.

“The same could be said for you.” You nodded. “Mother would be appalled if she saw the way you were checking me out earlier.”

“I can’t help it, you look incredible. That dress is gorgeous.” He let his gaze drag over your figure quickly.

“I bought it thinking it would look really good on your floor.” You turned to face him and winked, before walking away.

--

“What were the two of you talking about?”

“Oh, I had mentioned law school, Agent Hotchner told me he used to be a prosecutor and offered to lend me some books that he found helpful when he was in school.” You lied through your teeth.

“How thoughtful of him.”

“Mom, why do I feel like you are insinuating something?”

“I don’t know…is there something I should be insinuating?”

“Mom.”

“Okay. I’m done.” She put her hands up in mock surrender.

“Would you like to dance?” Dave cut in.

“I’m not sure that would be appropriate.” Your mom whispered.

“Mom, go dance with him, look at all the people dancing, it’ll be fine.”

“Thank you.” Dave nodded at you. “So, Erin?”

With that, Dave took your mom’s hand and led her over to the dance floor. You smiled, it was so nice to see her happy, it had been a very long time since you’d seen your mom smile like that. The thought had tears springing to your eyes.

--

“You alright?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m okay.” You sniffled.

“Sweetheart.” Aaron slipped up.

“It’s just, I haven’t seen her this happy in a really long time. After my dad died, she had a really hard time, I was on my own a lot which was fine y’know, I was in high school by then. I just, I left and went to college, and that’s when the drinking started…ugh sorry this is too much. I’m just glad she’s happy is all.”

“You never have to apologize sweetheart. I’m glad you told me.” He leaned in for just a moment, to wipe a tear off your cheek. “Would you um, like to dance?”

“Aar, are you sure?”

“Yeah sweetheart, you mean too much to me to keep hiding this.” He admitted.

“God I love you.” You smiled at him.

“I love you too.” Aaron offered his arm. “Shall we?”

You gently grasped his arm, and he led you to the dance floor, the music slowed and you rested your head on his chest, arms wrapping around one another. You let yourself get lost in him, for just a moment, the feeling of him pressed against you, the smell of his cologne…everything that is unmistakably him.

Aaron let his head fall, resting atop your own. Smiles ghosted over both of your lips and the world around you faded away.

--

“They’re together aren’t they?”

“If I had to guess, I’d say about six months now.” Dave confirmed.

“I should be upset.” Your mom began. “He’s nearly old enough to be her father.”

“But?”

“But they seem really happy.”

“Yeah, they do.” Dave smiled. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“She hasn’t smiled like that since…well, since before we lost her dad.”

Dave held your mom a little tighter then. The two of them enjoying their own moment together.

--

“The FBI would like to thank you all for attending this evening and even more so for your generous donations. Everyone have a wonderful rest of your evening and get home safe.”

All the different agents began collecting their things and making their way out of the ballroom. The BAU team had all expressed how nice it was to meet you, they were all nice enough to not mention your dancing with Aaron, and they respectively took their leave. Aaron hovered a bit, not sure whether he should just leave or say something to you first.

“Honey, are you going home with me, or did you want to go home with Aaron?” Your mom asked, point blank.

“I, uh, I – what?” You stuttered. “Mom, I can – I can explain!”

“Honey, I don’t want any details. The less I know the better.” She shook her head to keep you from interrupting. “If you are happy, that’s all I care about.”

“I am. Mom, I’m really happy.”

“Good.” She brought her hand to your face, gently caressing it. “I love you honey.”

“I love you mom.” You hugged her. “I’m glad you’re happy too.”

“I am.” She pulled back to look at you and gave you a teary smile. “Aaron, you better take good care of her.”

“I will. I promise.”

Aaron looks up from his pile of files, and before he can even open his mouth you speak.

"Mostly black with one or two sugars depending on your day." You smile softly. "And seeing the amount of paperwork that's on your desk, it's two sugars and a splash of creamer."

He flounders.

"I... thank you."

"No problem, Mr. Hotchner."

Internal sigh.

It doesn't matter how many times he's told you to either call him 'Hotch' or 'Aaron', you insist on referring to him as 'Mr', and while it's not uncommon for people to call him that, it just makes him feel weird.

It's because you like it.

He watches you with furrowed brows as you move around his office with a swiftness; rearranging a stack of papers there, straightening of a picture frame there. All meticulously placed with devotion.

"I didn't ask you for coffee." Is what he manages to say.

You perk up from where you were opening his - now color coded - filing cabinet, raised hand lowering in surprise.

"Oh! Um - I just noticed the bags under your eyes, and the way you were slouching. And... and you were running a little behind, so I just figured you weren't able to get your cup of coffee yet."

He stares at you, perplexed.

You'd only been working for him for about three months, so the fact that you were able to notice his quirks and be able to make a deduction from them was impressive.

"What?" You ask with an unsure smile.

"Are you sure you're not a profiler?"

"What?" You sputter again, laughing this time. "No!" You shrug. "You're just - not as perplexing as you think you are."

"Is that so?" He asks with a thick, raised eyebrow.

Your eyes widened.

"Oh! Oh, gosh! Not like - not like that's a bad thing or you have a superiority complex or anything like that!" You ramble, hands nervously busying themselves with setting the files you were holding in their rightful color coded place.

For the first time of the day, Aaron doesn't feel like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.

He finds himself sitting up straighter, his hands coming together in front of him in a clasp.

"Calm down," A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "I was just kidding."

"Oh," You nod with a relieved smile. "Good."

"I appreciate what you do for me, and how insightful you are. That's important to me and the job."

"It's no problem, Mr. Hotchner, really."

"You already know what I'm about to say."

Your smile grows bigger, "I'm not doing it."

"Not even if I say pretty please?"

"No can do, Mr. Hotchner."

—BLAZE O’HARA

—ZANE RO’MEAVE

———REBLOG TO SUPPORT CREATORS———

"Inappropriate? So you have noticed the flirting." You're starting to fade, the telltale signs of an impending faint thrumming in your numb fingers.

"Okay, save your breath," Hotch implores, hands pressing harder on the wound, shouting for help again.

You're sure the paramedic's are on their way, you watched Morgan slam the unsub to the ground moments before, and you're certain enough in your safety to chuckle and send a wink to him, "ah, got other plans for how I can waste it later?"

It doesn't even make total sense but Hotch chuckles, exasperated, still. Slowly shaking his head, he lets out a slow breath. "You're more trouble than you're worth."

"We both know you don't mean that." Pounding head, flashing lights (ambulance, maybe?), ringing ears. Yeah, you're going to pass out. Before you succumb, though, you reach forward to pat Hotch's cheek. "You care too much to mean it. And hey, handsome?"

Hotch hums, eyes blurring in your sightline and refusing to come back into focus. "Don't freak out."

---------

"Morning, sunshine." Hotch is reading in the chair next to your hospital bed, case files resting on his knee. The pain on your side is incessant, constant and unignorable.

"Don't freak out?" Hotch asks slowly, shutting the folder without looking at you. "A proper warning that you're feeling like you're going to pass out would be appreciated."

"It's okay, handsome, I'm good." Hiding a wince, you sit yourself up. "See, I was right, though."

"About?" Hotch asks, finally looking up to watch you at your movement. You can tell that he sees your pain so you talk quickly to cover it.

"You care! About little ole me, how flattering."

"Of course I do. Do you want me to call the nurse?" You feel out of breath, cramps between your ribs, white hot pain settling.

"And interrupt our alone time? Never."

"Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" You're distracted, banter subpar, as you struggle to maintain even breath.

"Hiding your pain."

"I'm not?" You pitch your voice up, questioning, attempting to trip him up so that he forgets his original argument.

"You are. I know you better than that - you're usually better at this," he gestures between the two of you, setting his case file on the table beside him and leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees to get a better look at you.

"What're you talking about?"

"Come on," he sighs your name, shaking his head and frowning at you. "Let me call the nurse if it hurts, you should sleep more."

"Trying to get rid of me?" You ask, flashing the smile at him that you always use to disorient others. Wide, all teeth, wrinkled nose, distracting distracting distracting.

It usually works but Hotch looks past it, catching the way your eyebrows pinch in the center.

"I'm calling the nurse."

"Stop, no," you reach forward to snatch the remote before he can grab it. You don't want to sleep, you want to spend more time with him, you want to get out of this bed, you want to stop feeling helpless as soon as possible.

"Seriously?" Hotch asks, half standing, leaning over you now.

"Seriously. I'm good. Maybe you don't know me as well as you think." You're half teasing, hints of truth littered behind the words.

You feel that way, sometimes. You're always fast to hide behind a tease, a flirt, a well placed laugh. You're aware it's a defense mechanism - do your best to make them love you superficially, they can't see the dirtier parts of you and run. Fluster Hotch so he can't see your attraction to you and reject you quicker than you can catch hope.

Hotch raises an eyebrow, settling back in his seat. "You take two sugars in your tea unless people aren't watching, then you add a third. You always triple lock your car, too aware that it doesn't do any good - we've all seen how little it matters in the end. You sit next to Spencer when he sleeps on the plane to help him with his nightmares when he wakes up, you pack an extra banana for early mornings to give to Morgan - you actually hate them, you just pretend to help him. You're more than you give yourself credit for."

Blinking slowly, mind sluggish from pain medication, you watch Hotch, fully aware that maybe you've been watched more than you've realized.

Slowly, you pass him the remote, a silent omission of relenting.

soft dom! aaron who takes his time finger fucking you until he's confident he can slide in without hurting you. the pad of his thumb finding it's way to rub circles on your clit, as he watches you writhe and squirm from overstimulation.

soft dom! aaron who enjoys going down on you purely for the way your body grows limp in satisfaction every time you cum. you don't even need to return the favor, feeling your thighs clamp around his head and your hips bucking is all that he needs.

soft dom! aaron who can't go without marking you every where. you've learned to rub away hickeys with coins and whisks for when the purplish bruises peek out from under your clothing.

soft dom! aaron who wears the scratch marks you left on him the previous night like trophies. they remind him of the way your legs trembled around his waist when he set an unforgiving pace, your eyes rolling back and nails digging into his arms.

soft dom! aaron who bites. hard enough for you to feel a pinch, but not enough to break your skin. in the midst of burying himself in your pussy, he leaves open mouthed kisses that turn into nips, groaning in ecstasy when he feels you flutter around him.

soft dom! aaron who mutters nothing but praise for you. his hands run up and down your body with whispers of good girl and you're taking it so well for me escape his mouth as he bottoms out.

soft dom! aaron who has to be holding you close no matter the postion. taking it from behind? he's holding you up, groaning and panting in your ear. missionary? he's hugging you like his life depends on it. riding him? he's holding your waist and looking at you like you're the goddess of earth.

soft dom! aaron who can't help but overstimulate you. he just loves seeing you gush, so it's only natural he fucks with the intent of seeing you orgasm at least thrice.

you first time with soft dom! aaron was soft and vulnerable.

he checked in with you at every turn and made sure you were okay with every moment that things escalated, because tonight was about you and your needs, not his. he took his time kissing every inch of you, his fluffy ears perking every time your voice hitched. he took mental notes of when you'd squirm and pant a little more, making sure to give those spots more attention. his rough hands brushed against your chest, tugging gently on your perked nipples. his hand moved lower and lower til it reached the waistband of your panties.

"this okay?"

you were quick to nod, the tension in your body threatening to break any moment. the stretch when the first finger slipped in burned, and aaron slowed his pace, keeping an eye on your expression.

"mmh–you can do more–" you gasped when the second one followed, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

"shit–i'm sorry, do you want me to stop?"

"no no–haah.."

his thick fingers thrusted painfully slow as you eased into the sensation, the pain gradually ebbing away. you squirmed desperately, attempting to fuck yourself on his fingers.

"more please.." you begged, your legs spreading wider in invitation. aaron seemed to pay you no mind, ignoring your request, making you huff in frustration.

"aaron?" you propped yourself up on your elbows to glance at the man between your legs, only to find his once concerned gaze replaced with fascination, fixated on the way you swallowed his fingers.

"stop staring..!" you whined. you tried to close your legs in embarrassment but he easily held them open, and each wet squelch! only grew louder.