#collared!au

You were only fueled more by this, your teeth grazing and nipping against the spot as you sucked a perfectly round mark, soon to turn purple.

He was yours, not that new PA intern or whatever she was supposed to be. You had watched by as she pushed herself against him, desperately trying to get in his pants, but Hotch, he knew what she was trying to do. And he didn't like it much himself. Instead, he acted civilized and professional as he sent her to get coffee.

"Okay, enough." He smiled, patting your bum. But you didn't stop.

"I said enough!" Aaron grabbed your chin between his fingers, pulling you away from him as you growled at the loss of contact. He could see your blown pupils, too far gone to care about work.

"(Y/N)! For once just do as I say! I own you! You're nothing but an object for my pleasure!" Aaron yelled as you'd interrupted him, wanting to know if he wanted his dinner in the office or with you in the kitchen. The case he was working on was stressing him out, and you knew that he was lashing out because of it, but it still made you upset.

His eyes snapped open as he realized what he had said. Watching your eyes fill with tears as you backed out of the office and hurried down the hallway. He could hear as the property tag on your collar, deeming you his, jingled with every bounce of your step.

"Wait, baby!" He called out, getting up from his seat as he raced after you. He could hear your soft whimpers and cries from the closet in the bedroom. He knew you'd heard him come in because you suddenly got silent.

"Hey, I'm sorry that I snapped. I shouldn't have. You know that I meant nothing of what I said. It's the case. Sorry honey. You know I love you right?" His tone was soft as if he was trying to coo a small frightened animal out. Which, truth be told, you were viewed as by society.

Aaron crouched down next to the door, opening it to reveal your shivering form and tear-stained cheeks. You didn't even look at him. Yet you let him crawl in next to you, guide you into his arms, and let you cry into his chest without a single protest.

Steeping a tea bag in your mug while waiting for the coffee pot to finish brewing the drink for Aaron, you felt the presence of someone else.

"So.... the boss's bitch? Huh?" You looked over at the figure, the agent leaning against the countertop, his arms crossed over his chest with a sly smirk on his lips. You felt your jaw drop as you didn't know how to respond to the insult he had seemingly just flung at you.

"And what if she is?" You heard a stoic voice behind you, turning around to see the face of your boss and owner. His face contorted into a frown as he shot daggers at the agent through his eyes.

Zoning out at the argument between the two, your fingers tentatively grazed the metallic plate on your collar, confirming your ownership to Aaron.

You felt the submissive state of mind slowly starting to overtake your mind as you tried to focus on the previously given task: get something to drink. With a little hesitancy, you poured the coffee into Aaron's mug while also finishing your tea how you liked it.

"Here." You smiled up at him as you handed him the steaming drink. Aaron instantly noticed the foggy look in your eyes as he turned his attention back to you after reprimanding the agent about appropriate workplace etiquette and how he'd make a call to his superior first thing in the morning.

"Thanks love." He pecked your forehead before accepting the mug held firmly between both of your hands, careful not to drop it, it was his favorite after all.

Wrapping his arm around you to make sure that you followed him back to his office, he grabbed your mug with his free hand and guided the two of you up the steps. He was happy that the team had left a while back, leaving the two of you almost completely alone in the BAU office.

So in this AU, it’s legal for owners of establishments to crave that owned women are leashed if their owner is there with them or another suitable candidate. And since these places are starting to get more and more frequent as they travel from each state, JJ has started wearing turtle necks to cover up her collar.

You, on the other hand, are always asked to put on the leash by the owners, but it’s always directed towards Hotch after they manage to make out the engraved name on your tag.

You look at him with one of those “it’s not fair” looks, why he wouldn’t stand up for you when JJ is going free, knowing bloody well that either Spence or Morgan could hold the leash. You always felt humiliated in these situations, although you’d never told Hotch, he already knew.

And he’ll look at you so apologetically, although we all know he loves it. While he murmurs: “I’m sorry, baby” as he clips the leash to the ring in your collar. You feel so defeated that you don’t even ask any of the questions you’d wanted to ask the owner of the bar you were in.

You stand close to Hotch waiting for everything to be done with. The team can tell that you’re bothered by it, so Morgan doesn’t joke about it, at all, like he usually would.

"Do you know how much I want you right now?” He breathed, sending shivers down your spine. You spun around to look up at his towering body.

"What?" You nervously managed to get out, an unsteady tone hinting in your voice. Aaron smirked at the reaction he got out of you, seeing you practically squirm before him.

“Tonight, you are not allowed to cum until I say so.” He growled, hooking a finger through your collar. He drew you closer to him, his mouth hovering over yours. He watched your eyes widen at the sudden display he was performing in the middle of the bullpen, everyone could see you if they turned around.

"O-Okay, s-sir." You stuttered, clearly taken back by how frisky he was getting about his plans for you tonight. Hotch's smile only got bigger.