It’s dim around the house, only the hallway light was on. It’s easier to come home this late when it isn’t completely dark. It feels comfortable and welcoming. You’re used to doing it to your husband, who’s usually the one to return home late at night. But you’re glad it’s a small habit he’s kept in mind.

You toss your jacket to the couch and leap up the stairs. Another dim light shines from the master bedroom, implying that Aaron’s still awake. You push the door open and the stress from your day starts to melt away.

Aaron’s leaning his back to the headboard of your shared bed, a book in his hands. He’s in a loose white t-shirt, hair messy after a shower and the covers warming his long, toned legs. He must have heard you come home as you were immediately met with his kind eyes. “Hey there” he almost whispers and seeing the dimples on his cheeks make you want to cry.

“Hi”, you greet him. Your body feels heavy and exhausted, yet fully alert at the same time. It was frustrating and your head felt too full after the day you’ve had. You walk towards your husband and quickly climb up to the bed next to him.

Aaron’s eyes were filled with concern as he followed your movements. “Are you alright?”

You try to come up with an answer, but you don’t want to lie to him, nor worry him. So instead, you move the covers back slightly and climb up to straddle his lap. Instead of trying to find words, your lips find his. The kiss says more than you could have ever found words for right now. It’s desperate and passionate.

Aaron traces his palms on your back. He is your rock, your grounding force and you are the same for him. But right now, you need more. You don’t want to walk through the day’s events, you don’t want to talk about it. You want to forget it. You want your mind to go blank for just a few minutes.

“Aaron. I need you” you whisper to his ear and lean your forehead to his. His arms are strong around you and they never fail to make you feel safe and loved. He, if someone understands what being stressed is like, how blurry your head gets when everything feels like too much.

He takes his left hand and cups your cheek. “I’m right here sweetheart. You have me. Tell me what you need”.

“Please help me forget” you cry out, crashing your lips against his for another bruising kiss. “I don’t want to think, just for a few moments”.

“Sweetheart,” he sighs. He knows exactly what you mean with those words, but he’s not sure if it’s the best idea. For a big part of his life, he’s learned to push down his emotions instead of working through them. But the way you buck your hips on top of him, his body is more than willing to betray his reasonings. “Are you sure that’s what you need?” he moves his hands to hold your hips still. But as he sees the plea in your eyes, there’s no way he could deny anything from you. And the way you’re moving on top of him is definitely not helping him think straight.

“Please, daddy. I need you” you whimper and feel your husband's hands starting to roam around your body. Brush against your sides and find their way underneath your blouse. His touch is so warm and it feels like home. So familiar, so safe. And the way he knows your body is heavenly.

“It’s alright sweet girl, daddy’s gonna make you feel good. Come here” he guides you to sit between his legs. You take a seat, your back against his firm chest. He goes to take off your shirt and your bra is discarded quickly after. Aaron’s lips are softly pressing kisses behind your ear and along your neck. “There you go, let me take care of you” he hums and his hands are so gentle on your skin.

“I want to feel you. Please” your hand goes behind your head and tug on his t-shirt. He goes to pull off his own shirt and the warmth of his bare skin against yours feels amazing, yet not enough at the same time.

His breath is warm on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “It’s okay baby. Just relax, let me make you feel good” he coos and his gentle touch moves lower on you and goes to unbutton your pants. “Let’s take these off” he guides you, his voice is so sugary sweet it makes your heart swell. You follow his guidance and take off your pants.

You lay there, in your husband’s arms, now fully naked. You close your eyes and let your body relax. It takes a few deep breaths to fully let the day’s stress leave your body. But in Aaron’s arms, it feels so good to be so bare and vulnerable.

“That’s it, just relax” his soft voice continues to guide you. You close your eyes and lean your head back on his shoulder. You manage to kiss his cheek and then let your head lull back. Aaron’s hand gently helps you spread your legs and brushes against your core. “Such a sweet little girl. Daddy’s going to take good care of you, angel”.

His deep voice is already enough to get your mind blur in excitement, but having his hands on you was exactly what you needed. So softly, he traces his middle finger on your slit and your hips buck, trying to get more. You need more, you desperately need to feel more of him. He hushes at you as you’re trying to speak and plants kisses on your temple. “All I want you to think about right now is how good daddy’s making you feel and how much he loves you” he whispers as his fingers brush against your clit.

You let your body indulge in the feeling of his fingers working slowly on you and his sweet, sweet words guiding you through it all. Moment by moment, your day is starting to disappear and the tension from around your body is melting into excitement bubbling in your stomach. A soft moan fills the air as you buck your hips to your husband’s palm, and at the same time, you feel him getting harder behind you.

The last bit of tension leaves your body as his middle finger pushes through your entrance and his thumb keeps on circling around your clit. His other hand is softly palming your breast, running the nipple on his gentle fingers. At first his pace is slow as he is stretching you out, enjoying thoroughly feeling you so wet for him.

His two fingers find your g-spot instantly and the way he keeps on rubbing your clit, he is quick to work you towards the edge of your pleasure. Your leg is starting to quiver, every nerve ending within you is so desperate to find your release. You clench around his fingers as the pull in your stomach is about to break. “So good, daddy. ‘m so close”. Your moan comes out more as a stutter.

He withdraws his fingers and you are close to bursting into tears right then and there “Don’t worry, angel. I want to keep you right there, on that edge just a little bit longer. All I want you to think about is your need to come for your daddy and how he takes good care of you” his sweet voice is consoling you, but it doesn’t feel enough.

But he is right. The only thing you can think about is your desperate need for release. And there’s no one else that can do it, like him.

“Turn around” he keeps guiding you, your brain feels foggy and stuck. But the way his words echo in you gets you to do as he tells you. His strong hands are helping you with your every move, keeping you steady and as close to him as he can possibly keep you. He helps you to straddle his lap, now facing him. The moment he is able to, he pulls you into a kiss and his hands are firmly on your hips, drawing circles around your ass and waist. “Such a good girl”. His praises always make you feel like melting, tonight not being an exception.

Aaron lowers his boxers and you feel your mouth starting to water at the sight of his hard cock in his hand. He looks painfully hard and you wish you had the energy to take your own hands to it and make him feel good, too. But exhaustion and desperation have taken over your brain and you feel like your body doesn’t work the same.

“Daddy, I don’t think I can…” you trail off as you’re trying to gather all of the energy within you to ride him. But your legs feel weak and you’re so not sure if you have it within you to be on top tonight.

“Don’t worry about it, daddy’s strong enough to help you” he finds your lips for another kiss; then your cheek and your jaw, your collarbones, every spot he could reach. He lines himself to your entrance. You feel every last coherent thought in your brain to disappear when you lower on his thick cock. No matter how long you’ve been with your man, the size of him catches you off guard. The way he fills you, stretches you around him. It feels so good, like you complete each other.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder and start to move. His voice is breathy as he encourages you and praises you. His hands are firm on your rear, guiding your movements and the rhythm, maintaining control on himself.

The pace is agonizingly slow, it feels like pure torture. Your brain is filled with static and electricity runs in your veins. With every thrust he feels heavenly, sending lightning bolts in your spine. You’ve lost control of your mouth that is currently babbling incoherent words to his ear about how good he makes you feel and how much you need to come.

His pace is getting faster and the angle is just perfect to make you see stars. “You can come, baby” he whispers and you feel the tightness in you break in half. It is absolutely blinding and it leaves you breathless. Your face is at the crook of his neck as you pant for air. His thrusts are sharp, even if you clench around him so tightly. Every single one of them feels amazing on your exhausted, over sensitive body and all you’re able to do is cling onto him.

He keeps guiding your movements on him with one of his hands, the other drawing attention back to your clit. He gently sucks on the exposed area of your neck “I know you’ve got one more in you, angel. I know you can come again for daddy” he encourages.

You’re doubtful of this, but as his pace works perfectly with his fingers on your core, another orgasm hits you with a blinding force, and you haven't even come down from your previous one yet. It feels like every last molecule of oxygen has disappeared from the room and your body is collapsing. You’ve never felt this thoroughly exhausted and in bliss at the same time. Tears are running down your cheeks and you’re not sure when they started falling in the first place.

Praises fill the air as your husband comes with you. “Good girl, I knew you had it in you” he gasps, chest heaving up and down by his labored breath. He holds you firmly to his chest, your head resting on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath. “My sweet, sweet girl”.

Once he’s able to, he turns the two of you over, so you’re comfortably resting on the mattress. He caresses your tired body, his touch is filled with love and appreciation. “How are you feeling, darling?” he asks once he’s able to find your focus again.

Your eyes feel glossy and the fog in your head is no longer uncomfortable. The stress you once had is nowhere to be found. “Thank you, that was exactly what I needed. You take such good care of me”.

Hotch’s other hand rubbed the pads of his fingers up and down Spencer’s crack, spreading cool lube against the heated skin. The young man hissed, causing Hotch to tsk.

“Don’t complain, baby. Don’t I take such good care of you?” Hotch admonished him. He gave a squeeze to the back of Spencer’s neck, causing him to moan and practically melt into the mattress.

“Yes,” Spencer exhaled.

Hotch slid his hand up his lover’s throat and gently ran his fingers through Spencer’s hair before grabbing a fistful of it. He gives a twist of his wrist and then tugs sharply, making Spencer cry out and his head jerk back.

“Yes, what?” Hotch growled behind Spencer’s ear before sliding two fingers into his well used hole.

“Oh, fuck,” Spencer moaned. He pressed his ass back for more, making Hotch’s fingers sink that much deeper. When Hotch scissored his fingers to stretch him wider, the young man whined out his response.

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s my good boy,” Hotch hummed contently. “Tell daddy what you want.”

Spencer whimpered, his brain turning to mush now that he was daddy’s good boy.

A sharp tug on his hair pulled him back to the moment.

“You getting stupid on me already, baby? Just from daddy’s fingers?” Hotch grunted as he began to steadily pump his fingers in and out of the man beneath him.

The squelching noises behind him as well as Hotch’s heavy pants were driving him crazy. He moaned as he met Hotch’s fingers thrust for thrust.

“Yes daddy, oh fuck, they’re so big, I love your fingers,” Spencer babbled.

Hotch groaned loudly above him, sliding a third finger into Spencer who keened at the feeling of being filled. He crooked his fingers, making Spencer yelp when he rubbed his prostate. A moment later, he pulled his fingers from Spencer’s hole, wiping them off on the back of the boy’s thigh, and then landing a swift smack to his right ass cheek.

“Answer my question,” Hotch demanded sternly.

Spencer scrambled to remember what Hotch had asked him when another blow was struck against his left ass cheek.

“Do daddy’s fingers and cock make you stupid, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” Spencer chanted. “Make me so stupid, daddy. Daddy’s s-stupid little slut.”

Hotch groaned lowly, his hand giving a slight tug to his hair while he rubbed the raised handprint on his ass. “Mm, my stupid little slut, huh?”

Spencer gently shook his ass back and forth, trying to get Hotch’s attention back on his empty hole. “Yes, daddy. Please,” he whined.

Hotch just chuckled and released Spencer’s hair, letting him fall against the mattress. He then gripped Spencer’s hip and flipped him onto his back. The young man’s heart pounded at how easily Hotch could manhandle his lithe body.

“Put a pillow under your hips,” Hotch commanded as he reached over to the nightstand for the lube.

Spencer quickly complied, putting the pillow underneath himself while getting comfortable. He watched as Hotch slicked his cock, his large hand working his large member. He gazed back at Spencer before lifting the boy’s right leg and draping it over his left shoulder.

Spencer gasped when he felt the wet tip of Hotch’s cock rub against his hole. The young man whimpered and desperately tried to rub his ass against Aaron’s hard cock.

Hotch delivered a swift slap to Spencer’s face, making his head jerk to the side with a gasp followed by a deep moan.

“Be patient, stupid cockslut,” Hotch warned lowly. “Daddy’s gonna stuff your greedy hole full of his cock. That’s what you want, right baby boy?”

Spencer nodded dumbly, his hands gripping the pillow beside his head.

Hotch’s strong hand grabbed his jaw, squeezing it in his grip. He looked Spencer deeply in his eyes before speaking lowly. “Use your words, stupid slut.”

“Yes! I want it. I wanna be filled with daddy’s cock, please, please, please,” Spencer pleaded pathetically. His lips were pursed together under Hotch’s grip, making his words come out mumbled. Hotch smirked at how much of a mess his boy was already reduced to and he hadn’t even put his dick in him yet.

Hotch growled lowly in his throat, pushing two fingers into Spencer’s mouth. He watched as Spencer’s pupils dilated as he moaned around the thick fingers in his mouth. The young man held still, letting Hotch control him. Thick fingers played with his pink tongue, sliding all around it and pressing down on the muscle.

Spencer tried to give a weak mewl at the treatment but only a strangled sound came out besides a bit of drool. Hotch withdrew his fingers and gazed at his work; his boy was flushed bright red, his hair sticky with sweat, spit dribbling down his chin.

Hotch gave a thoughtful hum before striking him across the face again with enough force to make the boy’s head whip. Spencer squeaked in shock before releasing a soft whimper of pleasure. Tears formed in the young man’s eyes while a red handprint began to bloom on Spencer’s cheek.

“That’s it,” Hotch groaned as he rubbed the blunt head of his cock against Spencer’s hole. “There’s my messy little cockslut.”

Spencer’s moaned, arching his hips back to allow Hotch a better angle. “Daddy, please give it to me.”

But on nights like tonight, you miss him. You miss his voice, the little dimples on his cheeks whenever he smiles. And most importantly, his lips on yours. You miss the way his hands make your body feel and the sparkle in his eyes whenever he sees you. You miss the heat of his body against your skin, and only the thought of it makes your hands wander.

Pulling out your phone you decide to take some, lets just say, not suitable for work pictures. At first, your intention wasn’t to send those to anyone, but with some time, you’re considering sending your husband one of them. Scrolling through all the pictures and videos you've taken, you finally decide on one.

Typing out a message to your husband, you attach the photo and you get a little nervous. You know him, he is the definition of professionalism. He is, after all, known as the big bad unit chief of the elite team of the FBI. He puts the fear of god in serial killers and other mad men with a single stare. A lot of people count on him and his professionalism. But to you, Aaron Hotchner is much more than that. And for that reason, you hit send on your message:

You: Are you busy? 7:12pm

You set the phone down, but for your excitement, you don’t have to wait for long for his attention.

Aaron: Not really. Wrapping things up at the station. Everything alright? 7:14pm

You: I missed you. 7:14pm

You include your favorite picture right after your message and for your amusement, you see the response bubble appear and disappear right after, as if the man’s at a loss of words.

Aaron: Is that so? 7:15pm

You feel yourself instinctively chewing on your lower lip as excitement bubbles inside of you. Hotchner’s clearly taken your bait and is down to play. You prop up pillows behind you and you lean back to get more comfortable. A soft blanket goes to warm your legs, but according to your rising heart beat, you’re sure you won’t need to be warmed much longer.

You: For sure. I miss having you here with me 7:17pm You: Can’t stop thinking about you 7:17pm

Aaron: Tell me sweet girl, what are you thinking about right now? 7:18pm

You: You. 7:18pm

Aaron: Feeling bratty tonight, are we? You do realize I’m surrounded by other people right now, don’t you? 7:20pm

You now know you’ve gotten him exactly how you want him and you try to think of how to go with your little game. You press the little camera icon on your chat and decide to take it up a notch. You raise yourself to your knees and angle the camera slightly on top of you. You press the big, red button for a few seconds to film a short video. During that time, you trail your hand down from around your neck down to your breasts over your bra. You hit send and follow up with another text:

You: You’d have quite a view if you were with me rn, sir. 7:22pm You: Just saying 7:22pm

Aaron’s taking his time to answer you. You feel the excitement building inside your bedroom, even if it’s physically just you inside of it. You lay back down and continue to run your fingers along your skin, trying to mimic the way his touch makes you feel.

Aaron: Fuck. You’re going to get me in trouble if you continue being such a brat. 7:25pm

While you are laying in your own bed, the other end of the conversation goes all the way to Orlando, Florida. The day’s been hot and humid and there seems to be no relief to it even after the sun’s set a while ago. The team arrived early this morning and hit the ground running. Everyone wanted to solve the case as soon as possible, so they’re able to go home to their beloved families and air conditioning.

The precinct was calming down and the agents are wrapping things up for the day. Everyone’s more than ready to go to the hotel and call it a day. The team is still gathered around the conference table, summing up the day’s work and tomorrow’s agenda. Quiet chatter fills the room, but the unit chief’s mind has been occupied for the past 5 minutes.

“Fuck” Hotchner mutters under his breath. He holds his phone firmly in his hands and with every cell in his body, hoping no one sees the images on his screen.

“What’s wrong?” David asks. What Aaron hadn’t realized was that the whole room had gone silent and was now staring at him. “Hotch?” he asks again and it snaps the agent back to reality.

Once the team realizes his mistake, he is quick to clear his throat “Nothing, nothing” he says but it isn’t good enough for his team. Everyone’s eyes were still glued on him. “I just accidentally deleted a message from Jack’s school. But I’ll get it back, no problem” he tries to brush it off and for his luck, the team buys it and doesn't ask more questions. The chatter fills the room once again.

Aaron: Can you be a good girl, and wait for me? 20 minutes, that’s all? 7:30pm

He tries to look as if he tries to recover said text, but in reality, just replays the video in front of him. It takes him a couple of replays to take in everything in the video. The smirk on your lips, the way your hand traces on your skin. The underwear and the body he’ll never get tired of admiring.

He is quick to get a response, in the form of another video. He’s not sure if it’s smart to play it, but he’s still human. And goes to press play.

He tries to keep his face unreadable as he sees your body- now fully undressed -on his screen. The air gets stuck in his lungs as he sees your thumb trace the delicate skin of your lips and almost teasingly your tongue licks the tip of it. Aaron could almost hear how fast every last drop of blood escaped from his brain. He shifts in his chair slightly as his slacks were quickly becoming tighter than he remembered.

Aaron: I see you’ve decided to be a bad girl? So tell me then, how much do you miss me? 7:33pm

You: What are you going to do about it? 7:33pm

You: What if I’ll just have all the fun for myself? 7:34pm

A switch turns in him. He’s now sure of your game plan and he’s more than willing to participate. He turns his head up from his screen. Reid’s explaining something to Derek and everyone's attention is on the youngest one.

“I don’t think we’re getting anywhere tonight. Let’s go get some rest and return first thing in the morning with a fresh set of eyes” the team leader joins in the conversation the moment he’s able to, without interrupting. He’s glad everyone agrees and are more than eager to head out of the precinct.

Aaron: It’s cute that you think you’re in charge. 7:37pm

“Are you coming?” JJ asks at the door, trying to make sure Aaron doesn’t overwork himself as he tends to at times. But what she does not know is that work is the furthest thing in the man’s brain right now.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a moment” Hotch tries to assure her. JJ’s not sure if she believes him, as she’s heard that same sentence many times before and found the man by his desk as she returns to work the next morning. “I promise. Go!” He has no intention of staying behind for work and he’s never been so happy to see the blonde leave.

Aaron: You drive me mad, darling 7:38pm

You: Lucky me! You’re hot when you’re mad ;) 7:38pm

Aaron: And you’d be hot on your knees right now 7:38pm

He knew he’d have to get out of these before he’d let the conversation go forward. He takes his suit jacket from the back of his chair and folds it over his forearm. After some strategic placement, his pace quickens towards his hotel room.

You: Like this? 7:41pm

As Aaron sees your text on the preview screen on his phone, he basically runs to his room. Never with more determination, he unlocks it with the card and seconds later slams it shut. He goes to open your message and the image is almost enough to get him down on his knees. The way you’re kneeled down on the bedroom floor and the camera is in perfect angle on top of you has him starving for you.

Aaron: Fucking hell 7:42pm Aaron: What a sight and most importantly, what a way to shut your bratty mouth 7:42pm

You have him right where you want him, hot and needy for you. And now that he’s made it to his room, his true dirty mouth reveals itself, getting your excitement to fill you from head to toe. Only the thought of him, thinking of you, makes you squeeze your thighs together, just a little bit harder to gain some friction.

You: What would you do with my bratty mouth if you were here, daddy?

Aaron: That depends on you, sweet girl. Will you be good for daddy?

Aaron: If you’re good, I might let you taste it. To make you understand how mad you make me.

You: And If I’m bad? What are you going to do about it?

You love pushing his limits. You love bending the rules, just enough to see his eyes go dark. And only the thought of having him under your spell excites you. Your fingers trace faintly on your skin to touch the place you want to be touched by him the most.

Aaron: I’m going to have all the fun for myself. Watch you touch yourself, but not let you cum.

You: You’d leave me high and dry?

Aaron: Oh sweetheart, I doubt you're dry.

Aaron knows your body better than you sometimes, and he would be correct, dry is far from your current condition. Once again, you press the red circle on your screen and make sure the camera is catching your every move; rubbing yourself, slow and gentle. You feel your own arousal on your fingertips and a part of you is upset by how easily this man makes you like this. And only with some text on the screen of your phone.

You: I’ll be a good girl, sir. I need you. Can you see how wet I am for you?

Within seconds, the phone rings. You had been waiting for that to happen any moment now. Instead of a greeting, the first thing you hear is his low groan and you can see a few of his shirt buttons undone. You have him wrapped around your finger and you can tell his own are wrapped around his own cock, stroking himself to the sight of you.

There’s no formalities, no small talk, no hello’s.

You get yourself back on your bed and lay down. You make sure to angle the camera well, so he can watch the whole show. And for you to see him the whole time too, of course. His hair is neat but parts of it is glued to his forehead by sweat. You’re not sure if it’s because of the heat or excitement, but what you do know is that the sight is gorgeous either way. His eyes are dark and hungry and you’re more than willing to give him what he desires.

“Did you miss me, daddy?” you breathe out as you continue to rub yourself exactly the way you love. The groan that leaves the man’s mouth before he speaks tells you exactly what you wanted to hear.

“You’ve been such a brat, mrs. Hotchner” he finally speaks. His tone is deep and it alone sends shivers down your spine. “I don’t know if I can believe you being a good girl for me”.

You add a tiny bit of pressure in your fingers, trying to chase your pleasure. “I’ll show you how good I can be, I promise daddy”. Aaron basically growls in response and you know he watches your every move.

“Good girl” his voice reminds you of a whisper as his eyes follow your fingers. His gaze is hungry as he continues to stroke himself.

His praise makes you speed up your movements and it leaves you wanting more. You notice he is watching you fiercely, he has never seen you look more desirable. He’s never cursed the distance between the two of you as much as he does tonight. It feels like you are the only cure for his thirst. Like, being close to you is the only thing that makes sense at this moment. He’s never wanted anything as much as to feel your skin under his fingers right now.

You know he isn’t far away from his own edge and you’re getting painfully close to your own.

“Daddy I-I’m so close, can I cum please?” you beg him as every nerve in your body feels like on fire. Your pace is frantic as you chase your pleasure, but only enough to wait for his permission.

“You can come, sweet girl” he pants and you feel the tension inside of you break in half at his command, leaving you a breathless, panting mess on your shared bed. Once your eyes meet his -even if it’s through your phone- it leaves him seeing stars as well, just seconds after you.

“I missed you” you’re the first to break the silence. You turn on your stomach and pull the phone closer to your face again. Aaron does the same and it makes your heart feel full, seeing him smile.

“I missed you, gorgeous. I’ll be home as soon as I can” he promises and you know that. You know how much joy the man gets coming home to you, no matter if he’s been away for an hour or a week. And nothing makes you feel luckier than to be the one he comes home to.

“Just come home safe”

“I will. I promise”

He’s never broken a promise to you, and you know he’s not going to start now.

The week had been long, as the whole team returned home from a case late last night, leaving everyone exhausted. The case took four whole days, and a very limited amount of sleep which for sure isn’t a good combo.

What made things even more frustrating was the fact that you have barely seen your boyfriend all week. He’s been buried at work and juggling a million things at once, as he always does. He makes it look almost easy, if you didn’t know any better. The relationship is a rather new, but open one to the team. The both of you do your best to keep it out of work, especially during a case. Professionalism is important to the both of you.

But you had gotten used to sharing a room with him even during cases, whenever you’re out of town. It feels amazing to go to sleep next to him, being held by him. Not to mention when you both need to relieve some stress. But this week, you’ve barely gotten a kiss from him. He’s been so stressed and tense all week and you’re more than willing to help him relax.

You miss him. You miss being close to him and need him. As always, he looks incredible in his well tailored suits and expensive ties and watches. You love him for way more than just his exterior, of course, but in this state of need, his extremely handsome features keep getting your attention. Plus, seeing him talking with senators and directors and whoever, fitting in perfectly with the ‘big players’ made the man even more attractive in your eyes.

The clock strikes two as the concentration is starting to break and everyone’s getting tired. A quiet shatter took place and you joined in, but only half mindedly. You keep your eyes on your boss’ closed curtains. You’re not sure what the others are talking around you, all you can think about is your boyfriend having a serious conversation with the director inside of his office, stern and professional in his gorgeous suit. Sitting at his desk, looking so authoritative and just gorgeous. His big hands on his desk, head slightly tilted as he does when he listens carefully. You find it adorable, especially as he doesn’t realize he’s doing it.

Oh his hands. Oh the things you would rather see his hands doing right now. Maybe feel you under the tight skirt you put on today, just for him. Or around your throat while he whispers his dirty words to you. How he’d manhandle you, pin you to the wall and have his way on you, get his stress out on you in the most pleasurable way.

“What do you think (Y/N)?” you hear Jennifer ask, but the sentence doesn’t register in your brain any more than that. The blond looks at you with an amused impression on her face. She takes a look at the direction of your eyes, and chuckles as she realizes you’re looking at their boss’ office intensely. “Do I even want to know what’s in your brain right now?” she tries to ask again, still not getting a response from you.

Emily rolls her eyes and goes to snap her fingers in front of you, bringing you down from your trance. “Hello? Earth to (y/n), you still with us?” she calls for you and you can’t help but blush as you realize you might have been in your head for awhile.

“Sorry, sorry” you apologize, physically turning back to your friends. They all now demand answers to your absence. A lot of raised eyebrows and curious eyes were looking at you as you went to explain “I’m just worried for him” . You took a quick glance once again in the direction of your boyfriend’s office. “He’s been buried in work for a couple of weeks now and this week's case, for sure, didn’t help. And now the director’s been in his office for almost two hours”.

For your luck the team agrees, they’ve noticed the same thing. How tense Hotch was during the case, barely got any sleep and just has been trying to power through. “But I also get it, as it is almost the end of the year and every case and report needs to be evaluated and done. I’d be stressed too, even if I had to do a fraction of what he has on his shoulders” Emily thinks and the others agree. You included. You’re so proud of him and you know he is the best at his job. But you can’t help but worry.

Half an hour later, the office door finally opens and the director walks out. He nods at the team as he passes and leaves the bullpen, leaving a cloud of relief behind. You take a deep breath and get up, heading towards the once again closed door. Once you reach it, you take a look behind you and as no one was paying attention to you, you adjust your clothes a tiny bit and knock on the door.

Hearing him tell you to come in, you take a last look at your outfit. You’re wearing a tight tank top and skirt with an oversized cardigan to cover it. You pull the tank top a tiny bit lower, revealing your bra just the right amount. You open the door and greet him quietly “Got a moment?”

He raises his eyes from the paper just for a couple of seconds. “Hey, yeah come in. Give me a moment to finish this, okay?” he turns back to the file in front of him. His face is in deep frown and he looks tired. You take off your cardigan and toss it on the leather couch. You watch him writing something and the back of his hand brushing over the writing constantly, leaving the back of his left palm stained. You step closer to his desk, taking a seat on it, right next to his hand so it’s impossible for him to notice how short your skirt actually is.

He drops his pen and leans back on his chair. His eyes finally take in what you’re wearing and you can’t help but notice him holding back a smirk. “Is this what you’ve been wearing all day?” he asks, looking deeply in your eyes. His hand goes to draw circles on your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.

“Long day?” you ignore his question. He nods in agreement, not taking his eyes off of you for a moment. “I need you, Aaron” you whine and he tilts his head slightly.

“Is that so?” his eyes following the outline of your body and moving up to meet your eyes again. “Is that why you’re dressed like this all day at the office? To get my attention?”

“You’ve been so boring” you roll your eyes, knowing exactly what buttons to press to get a reaction out of him. His hand drops from your thigh. “I’ve just wanted your attention, but nothing. Maybe I’ll just go home and play with my toys.” you stand up and take a few steps backwards, causing the man to stand up as well. You head towards the door. You open your mouth to speak but as the man harshly pushes you to the wall, covering your body with his, only a small moan comes out.

“Boring, huh? Oh, I will show you boring, sweetheart” he whispers in your ear “But oh please, do continue with what you were going to say” he encourages, a flame in his eyes telling you to tread carefully. You try to think of your words, but his lips now so close to yours makes your brain short circuit. His breath is hot on your skin, lips hovering above yours.

“Maybe” you start and you see his eyes darken even more “maybe, my toys can satisfy me better than you, old man” you tease him, knowing it will drive him wild. You know it will get under his skin just the best way and you will have a long night ahead of you after that comment.

“In that case” he steps back and creates a small space between your bodies. “I was going to take you right here, right now. I mean, who am I to deny a lady from something that they need, right?” He walks back and sits on his chair. He leans to his forearms and looks right to your soul “but as you decide to be a brat, I’m going to make you wait. You’re not in charge here, sweetheart. And you and me both know, those toys can’t do to you what I can” he leans back and he watches you leave the office, legs trembling.

You’re sure your legs will give out any moment as you lower yourself back to the bullpen. You navigate to your own desk and just stare at your files with a blank stare on your face. There was no way you would be able to focus on them for the rest of the day. All you could think about was Him.

You’re not sure if you’re upset over the fact that you did not end up on your knees in his office. Or have that smug smile between your legs until he’s ready to bend you over his desk.

But at the same time, excitement runs under your skin, knowing he will have his way with you. You know he will punish you in the most pleasurable way. What a way to relieve the stress of the week.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” Reid is the first to say something and it catches your attention. The whole team was now curious and staring at you.

“Don’t worry about it” you try to say, but you knew none of them were going to stop there. They all started asking questions, wanting to know what happened and what he said to you, all of them thinking he’d said something rude or bad in his state of stress.

But what they don’t know is that it was everything but that. He’d said all the right words, he’d done all the right things and made you feel like your skin was on fire wherever he had touched you. What they don’t know is your need for their boss right now. Have him between your legs, pin you against the wall and forget about the stress for a moment.

Not a moment too early, the clock struck three and Aaron entered the bullpen and walked up to his team. “Go home, everyone! Good job this week. The director gave us a lot of feedback, we’ll go through them first thing on Monday, but nothing to worry about. You’ve all done great” he goes to explain, looking every member in the eye as he speaks. He even has a small smile on his lips, it’s clear he’s proud of his team.

He looked at everyone, but you. And it was killing you inside. You tried to remain calm but as you were trying to seek the attention from him, he made it his mission to not give it.

It was probably the hardest thing he’d done all week. To keep his eyes off of you when you sit at your desk, looking so tempting and innocent. All he wanted to do was to soak in the image of you, clearly still hot and needy for him. But instead of doing that, he turns away and leaps up the stairs back to his office to gather his belongings, ready to head home as well.

“That was cold,” Emily speaks as she gathers her things. “Are you going to be alright?”

You assure them that there’s nothing to worry about and you put your big cardigan back on your shoulders. The team leaves first, but you hold back to wait for Aaron. He and Dave exchange a few words at his office. It takes a couple of minutes for the men to separate and your boyfriend to exit his office.

“Ready?” He asks dryly. His face is totally unreadable and it makes you gulp. You’re not sure if he’s asking if you’re ready to get going or if you’re ready for the evening you have ahead of you. You end up nodding, the answer remaining the same for both questions.

The anticipation is thick in the air. He’s clearly taken on his role in your little game. He’s silent and cold even. But even when he’s like this, he can’t turn off the gentleman side of him. He can’t help it but hold the doors open for you and let you enter the elevator before him. Both of those sides of him remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

The car ride goes by in silence. He’s fully focused on the road, but you’re dying for his attention already. You love the way he usually rests his palm on your thigh as he drives, but not today. It feels empty without his big, strong hand on top of it. So, you decide to draw his attention to what he’s missing.

At first, you fidget with the hem of your skirt between your fingers. Just enough for him to notice. And once you know you’ve gotten his attention, you draw the hem up, just a few inches. A chuckle escapes your mouth as you watch his knuckles whiten around the steering wheel. You didn’t mean to laugh, but the way his lips tighten to a fine line tells you it is going to be worth it.

If the man wasn’t so obedient to the law, he’d possibly run all the red lights he could, just to get home faster. He tried his hardest to hold his composure, not to give in and give you exactly what you want. Not yet. But he’s had a long week and he’s tired. And after all, he’s just a man. It’s taking every last bit of him to keep his hands off of you.

Once the engine is turned off, you hop out of the car. You sprint to the front door of your apartment and you hear his heavy footsteps following you close behind. You push the door open and rush inside. Once he’s gotten close enough to you, his hand grasps you by your waist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he basically growls. His fingers are rough on your skin.

You hear the door slam shut and just seconds later, you find your own back against it. His body is quick to cover yours, and only the scent of him gets your knees to buckle. His lips are hovering over yours and his eyes are dark as he stares into yours. You tilt your chin up just a little, trying to close the distance between your lips. But it’s for nothing. You find no words, now that you’re so close to him.

“Hm?” he encourages you to continue and brushes his nose slightly to yours “No clever come back? What a shame” he speaks until he can’t hold himself back any more. He crashes his lips against yours, pulling you into a bruising kiss. His body has boxed you in against the door, to make sure you have no way to escape.

Your hands go to work on his tie, but he quickly commands you to quit it. “You will not get to touch, until I say so” Aaron orders, but that doesn’t stop you. With a grin on your lips, you continue to loosen his tie and manage to open a button on his shirt. But he’s quick to grasp both of your hands, holding them by your wrists. “Why can’t you follow a simple command? I thought I’ve taught you better” he mutters between kisses.

“I was” you begin but the fire behind his eyes tell you to be careful with your words. “I was going to go and find the toys. Maybe they can teach you a thing or two, old man” you whisper, your courage giving out on your words.

At times, you curse your bratty mouth. This time definitely being one of those. “Jump” he orders and you do exactly that. Your legs go to wrap around him and with a bruising grasp, he holds you against his body. “I’ll show you a thing or two, and if you’re still able to speak afterwards, you can tell me if those toys are good for anything” Aaron growls to your ear before he carries you to the bedroom.

You knew you had him exactly where you wanted him, you had gotten under his skin and made him forget about everything else around you. You were the center of his attention and his only goal was to make you his and make his brat behave.

The bed creaks underneath you as he throws you on to it. Your legs still hang over the edge, just enough for him to stand between them. His gaze alone is making you seek friction between your legs. It’s electrifying and blinding. He stands between your legs, tossing away his tie and jacket and you can’t help but stare at his fingers as he goes to unbutton his shirt.

The bulge in his slacks seems painful already, and you’re more than eager to ease his discomfort. You instinctively lick your lips as you eat him up with your eyes. His chest and torso are toned and strong. His shoulders are broad and his arms look absolutely delicious, even if they’re still covered by his shirt. “Enjoying the view, brat?” his hand goes to palm himself over his pants and it leaves you salivating. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I am going to show you some things tonight, but because you’ve been so mouthy today, I’m going to use it for myself first”.

He orders you on your knees and you don’t recall yourself ever falling as fast as you do now. Your hands reach up for his belt, but he’s quick to slap them away. “I told you. You. Do not. Get to. Touch” he spits out and your hands drop to your sides. “Good girl” he whispers ever so quietly to your obedience.

His hands are quick to open his belt and pants. He slides them down along with his boxers and you’re right at eye level with his crotch. You lick your lips as his own hands wrap around his cock, pumping it a couple of times right in front of you.

Once he gives you his permission, you eagerly wrap your mouth around it. Even if you’ve done this many times before, the size of him still catches you off guard sometimes. His fingers are soft in your hair, but his grip is quick to tighten and push you further on his cock. He’s waited for this long enough, he’s been patient with you and your bratty mouth. It is his time to get a reward for it. “There you go” he encourages you as you move your head back and forth on him. “See? I’ve wanted your dirty little mouth on me all day” Aaron tilts his head back a little as the tip of him brushes against the back of your throat. You even hear a small curse coming out of his mouth, which is all the encouragement you need.

Once you get more comfortable around him, you move your tongue along his length. Your hand goes to his base and squeezes slightly. You look up to him through your eyelashes, asking for permission to touch. But the man didn’t seem to care at the moment, he was enjoying it too much. You loved the little curse from him earlier and you’re dying to hear it again. You let him push you down just a little bit further on his cock, taking it all. You swallow around him and there it is.

“Fuck” he swears at the sensation. If he had any less self control, he’d let himself cum in your mouth. But he had some other plans, so he had to stop himself. “Off” he commands and you obey. A drop of saliva is glistening on your lips and his thumb goes to softly wide it off. “Strip. And don’t make me tell you again”.

You’re now eager to please him, you’ve had enough of your fun. You’re now desperate to feel him and make him feel good. You let your skirt drop down to the floor and toss your tank top over your head.

He slowly strokes himself to the sight of you, undressing in front of him. Only the sight of you makes his brain short circuit and the only thing in his head is to please you and make you squirm under his touch. You take off your bra and toss it to the floor as well.

His patience snaps and he pushes you on your back to the bed. His hand is firmly on your throat, tilting your chin up slightly. His lips crash down on you again and it makes your back arch. His fingers leave your throat and come to caress your cheek. His facade breaks momentarily, your safety and wellbeing is always priority to him and he wants to make sure you know it. “Color?”

“Green” you answer quickly. “Please, Aaron. I need you so bad”.

“Not what I was looking for, Angel” his fingertips trace your skin so lightly it gives you goosebumps. “Will you behave yourself?” his fingers trace down on your stomach all the way to your thighs as his eyes are looking deep into yours.

“Y-yes” you gasp as his hand traces over your underwear. “Sir” you make sure to add and it works like a switch in him. He grins in approval and kisses your jawline up all the way to your ear.

“Good girl” he whispers and with a trail of rough kisses finds his way between your thighs. Exactly where you’ve wanted him for hours. He hums as he pulls down your soaked underwear “look at you. So wet and I haven’t even touched you. Too bad you decided to be a brat, or I’d gotten to taste this sweet little cunt hours ago”.

For a man of few words, Aaron Hotchner has a dirty mouth. And you’re obsessed.

His hands are firmly on your hips, holding you down. He makes sure that you’re watching him as he goes down on you and only the sight of him makes you buck your hips. “Be a good girl for a change and daddy will take good care of you” he says dryly and with a smirk, plants kisses on your inner thigh.

His breath is warm and his tongue slowly licks up your folds. You let your head sink into the mattress and every last bit of tension and build up stress leaves your body. There’s nothing else but you and him and this moment. He knows your body so well, it’s kind of scary. As his tongue works around your clit, you can’t hold back your moan anymore.

“Isn’t that the most delicious sound out there” his tone is dark but he’s quick to go back down. The way he eats you out never fails to surprise you. Your little whimpers only fuel him and he could go on for days, just to hear you moan out his name. “I’m not sure if I should let you cum yet” he thinks out loud, slowing his pace. He could tell you were getting close, and he can’t let you have all the fun to yourself.

“Sir, please” you find yourself begging for him already and your hips buck at the loss of contact with his mouth. “I’ll be good. Daddy please let me cum”.

“You should have thought of that before” Aaron’s laugh has always been one of your favorite things about him, but at this moment you couldn’t help but whine. “Turn around” his tone goes back to dark again and you don’t hesitate to obey.

“I’ll do anything, sir. Please just let me cum” you whine. His hands are tight on your hips, you’re sure they’ll leave a mark but you don’t mind. He positions himself behind you and traces your spine with one of his hands.

“Anything, huh? We’ll see about that” he’s decided that he’s had enough of waiting. He’s been patient enough with you.

With a harsh thrust, he pushes himself in you, leaving you to scream out his name. It stings, but it’s quick to turn into pleasure. At first his pace is slow and careful, but only at first. “When I saw you in the skirt today, all I wanted was to bend you over my desk and have you right then and there” he speaks. His husky voice is enough to make you see stars, not to mention every time he thrusts in, he brushes against your g-spot that makes your legs weak. “But I know you would have enjoyed that too much”.

His movements become sharper and faster and he knows you are getting close to your edge by the way you’re clenching around him. “You take me so well, sweet girl” he praises as he leans his own head back.

“I’m so close daddy. P-please” you stutter, unable to finish your sentence.

“That’s okay. You can cum”

It’s all you need. Your climax hits you like a wall of bricks, leaving you breathless and shaking. His name leaves your lips like it’s the only thing inside your brain that makes sense. And Aaron is quick to take pride in it. His name leaving his girl’s mouth like it’s the only thing that matters and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“So tight, sweetheart” he gasps as he continues with his thrusts.

It feels like every nerve ending in your body has burst into flames. The stars in your eyes get brighter by every thrust and your whole body feels over sensitive as the man continues to chase down his own pleasure. “You feel so good, sir” you feel yourself babbling.

You can’t help but whine as he pulls out. “I want to see you” he orders and pushes you on your back. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and you go to wrap your legs around him. “Gosh you’re gorgeous” he breathes out as he sees your eyes again. He can’t help but admire every inch of you beneath him and only the thought of you gets you closer to the edge.

You love the way he leans his head back as he thrusts back into you and the sensation takes over him. You love having that power over him. You love making him feel so good. His hand goes to rub your clit as he continues with his movement already drawing you back towards your climax, once again. “You feel so good, baby. Wrapped around me like that” Aaron's voice is shaking as he’s getting closer and he’s making sure he gets you there with him. And with the way he rubs your clit and how fast his thrusts are, there’s no way you’ll last.

“Fuck, Aaron” you scream out his name as you unravel under him for the second time. The intensity of it shocks you and it leaves you completely breathless.

“So so good baby” he growls and you feel him filling you with his cum. He chews on his bottom lip as every last bit of tension leaves his body. He lets himself catch a breath or two before even thinking of moving. He looks up to the ceiling as he tries to ground himself back down from his high.

Slowly, he lowers his gaze and his heart feels like bursting out of his chest as he meets your eyes. How your lips are curved into a tired smile, how your chest heaves up and down, trying to calm your breath. It all looks so beautiful in his eyes and he can’t believe his luck.

He joins you on the bed and goes to pull you to his chest. He gently kisses your forehead as neither of you can yet find words to speak. You rest your head on his chest and just listen to his heartbeat for a moment.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Aaron eventually breaks the silence. “Do you need something?” He pulls a blanket to cover the both of you and his arms are gently pulling you closer to him.

“I’m incredible” you breathe out. You love it when the man gets rough on you. And the aftercare with Aaron is always so sweet and caring, it makes it all ten times better. He’s gentle and he’s respectful, but you also know how to push his buttons to make him absolutely feral on you and it is beyond amazing.

“That you are, sweetheart,” he laughs. “That you are”.