#hotchicks

When he first walked into the room wearing that suit you couldn’t tear your eyes off of him The way he stared at you so intensely..like he could break you in one touch. It struck a match inside of you- that fire you couldn’t put out. Agent Hotchner, Hotch they called him. It almost wanted you to be guilty-you weren’t-but man if you were would he…

You weren’t sure. “I’m innocent.” you spoke clearly to him. you knew the rest of his team were watching. Your thighs rubbed together as you tried to keep your composure, but man was it hard…Hotch took notice of this of course, it was his job after all. “witnesses put you at the scene.”

“I live there.”

“Then why wouldn’t you be a suspect?”

“You tell me it’s your job.” There was a faint of a smirk on his lips before he stood, walking out of the room. There was a slight wet spot poking at your panties. Your sex thrived, it craved. You look at the glass window, staring at your own reflection before your eyes trained on the silver table and your thighs that tried to stimulate your wet cunt.

you weren’t sure how long you were in that room, agents going in and out asking you the same thing- you figured after the cute one Reid came in they finally realized you were innocent. You thought about Hotch and his gaze. You were practically leaking by the hour..

Your hand grazed your thigh- thank the stars you wore a skirt, you spread them slightly, just enough for your hand to rub your swollen clit through the thin wet material. You bite your lip to hold in the moan. Your finger grazes your nub again, pressing down to feel just how much you throbbed..how much you wanted “Hotch..” you moan out silently, pulling your panties to the side. Your finger dipped into your sex, whimpering at how wet your were- how wet Hotch made you.

It was embarrassing to say the least. Getting off in an interrogation room, knowing that someone could be watching you. Would they take you in? Look at you like you’re down right crazy yes- but they can’t arrest you.. you hoped.

“H..Hotch- Fuck.” you hated holding back your moans; you hated limiting how loud you could be. Your head was laying on the table while you fingered your cunt. Three fingers in you were losing your mind. Your eyes were rolling, your other hand thumbing your clit..you imagined his tongue lapping at you like a dog and water. You saw him fucking your throat while you came over your hands like a pathetic slut. You saw him bending you over on this table and devouring you while you cried to him about how innocent you were.

The thought alone made your body twitch and your legs shake as they closed around your hand, your orgasm strong. You whimpered and panted, clenching your toes.

Suddenly the door opens, and he clears his throat. You couldn’t look up, your fingers itching for another orgasm- your sex leaking for his cock.