#rich!reader

Inside, it was even more breathtaking. Gleaming hardwood floors reflected the light of crystal chandeliers, and classical music played softly in the background. A maid in a newly ironed uniform greeted them at the door, offering to take their coats.

"Wow," Emily whispered to JJ as they stepped into the grand foyer. "This is like stepping into Pride and Prejudice."

"More like Downton Abbey," JJ replied, trying not to gape at the oil paintings and gold-accented details around the room.

Hotch was already waiting for them in the parlor, standing beside you. He looked utterly at ease in this space, his hand resting gently on your lower back as you greeted each of them with the kind of effortless elegance they’d only seen in old Hollywood movies.

"It’s such a pleasure to finally meet all of you," you said, your voice smooth and melodic. "Aaron speaks so highly of his team. I’m glad we could host you tonight."

When you invited them into the dining room, they nearly froze. The table was set for a three-course meal with polished silverware, fine china, and wine glasses so thin they looked like they’d shatter at a touch.

Rossi, the connoisseur of the team, leaned toward Morgan and whispered, "I’ve been to some fancy dinners, but this... this is next level."

The first course was served promptly by a small team of maids — velvety smooth soup accompanied by freshly baked bread, still warm and fragrant as it was placed in front of each of the agents. You sat at the head of the table, posture effortlessly elegant, your demeanor calm and inviting. Despite the opulence of the setting, you carried the conversation with a warmth that put them at ease. You asked about their work, their interests, and their families with a sincerity that softened even the most reserved among them. It wasn’t prying; it was a genuine curiosity wrapped in a refined charm that made each of them feel seen and valued.

"You’re very kind to host us," Reid finally said, his voice tinged with awkwardness as he fidgeted slightly with his silverware, not used to this style of dining. His gaze darted around the room, unable to fully process the splendor. "This is... beautiful."

"Thank you," you replied, offering him a gracious smile that somehow felt personal despite the formality of the setting. "This house has been in my family for generations, but Aaron and I are slowly making it our own."

Morgan, in the middle of a sip of wine, nearly choked. "Our own?" he sputtered under his breath, his sharp eyes darting toward Hotch. The words echoed in his mind, laden with implications. He glanced at Emily, who was carefully maintaining a neutral expression but raised an eyebrow in subtle acknowledgment of his reaction.

By the time dessert was served — a delicate soufflé topped with powdered sugar that the maids brought out in synchronized movements — the initial awe had faded into something more comfortable. You had a way of balancing the grandeur of your home with an approachable presence.

As the evening wound down, the glow of the chandelier cast a warm, golden light over the room. The laughter and conversation had softened into a comfortable hum, the kind that only comes from good food, good company, and a perfectly executed evening. Aaron leaned close to you, his voice low and steady, but deliberately audible enough for the team to catch. "I told you they’d like you," he said, the faintest hint of pride in his tone.

You turned to him, your smile radiating both grace and affection. With an almost imperceptible touch, your fingers brushed his hand, grounding the moment. "It’s easy to make a good impression when I’m hosting such wonderful people," you replied, your voice carrying the kind of calm sincerity that left no room for doubt.

As the team gathered their coats and made their way to the cars, the tension of the day seemed to melt away. Once outside, Garcia was unable to contain herself any longer, and spun toward the others, her eyes wide with excitement. "Okay, that was like having dinner with a Bond girl. Aaron Hotchner is marrying royalty. I mean, did you see that house?" she gushed, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis.

"And her composure," Emily chimed in, a mix of admiration and disbelief coloring her voice. "She’s like Grace Kelly reincarnated. Every movement, every word — she's so elegant. Honestly, I felt like I should have curtsied when I walked in."

Rossi smirked as he lit a cigar, the ember glowing faintly in the night. "Hotch always was full of surprises," he said with a chuckle, referring to the early days at the BAU when it was barely just Hotch, Rossi, and Gideon working on cases.

Meanwhile, back at the estate, the two of you stood at the top of the steps, watching the taillights of their cars fade down the winding drive. The stillness of the moment was a sharp contrast to the lively evening, but it was a welcome kind of quiet.

Aaron turned to you, his features softened by a smile. "I think they like you," he said.

You let out a soft chuckle, leaning into him as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Good," you murmured, your tone was warm. "Because I adore you."

He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as the soft rustle of the night surrounded you both. The estate, grand as it was, suddenly felt small and intimate — a fitting end to a perfect evening.

so you hadn't really cared about him, no. he was just a guy you knew of. and to matt, you were just some stuck-up socialite who he'd happened to go to school with since kindergarten. he didn't hate you, no, but like.. he wasn't exactly fond of you. he wasn't into the whole high life you associated yourself with. so it was obvious: the two of you were total opposites and wouldn't interact ever. especially since it was senior year, why would you in the first place?

turns out, it was actually quite simple. you'd been skipping class, as per usual, but had gotten caught this time. matt hadn't completed his coursework. now? detention, for the both of you. you'd most definitely considered skipping detention, since you had other engagements to attend, but you knew your parents wouldn't let you attend any other engagments for the rest of your senior year if you did. you're very clearly upset about detention, a pout adorning your glossy lips, your eyes fluttering around with not an ounce of enthusiasm.

it was just you and matt, you quickly realise. you stare at him for a minute, eyes narrowing. this catches his attention, and he cocks a brow as he glances up at you, "you get detention for havin' a starin' problem or what?" he's blunt, almost dead pan, rolling his eyes at the sight of you just.. staring at him. this makes your brow furrow, "that ain't no way to treat someone you've never talked to before, is it? jeez." you scoff under your breath, folding your arms over your chest. not wanting to act all petulant infront of the.. barely even a teacher, it's some substitute.

matt's quiet as he watches you sit down, the way you sit a far bit away as if being next to him will degrade the expensive material of your outfit. a scoff escapes him, in a similar fashion to your own, and he shakes his head, glancing away. you have this tendency to.. well, not shut up, so you start whining under your breath about how you were supposed to be at some gala, mingling with other stuffy, rich people but you were here. with him.

matt's just watching you, completely baffled and amused by you. it was absolutely so shallow of you and pretty vapid, ut he found himself a little intrigued. his eyes liked what he was seeing, you're pretty, super pretty. you dress like you know it too. "uh," he starts, "you didn't ask for my two cents on the whole.. gala thing, and i know i ain't the type to even be goin' anywhere near those things, but—could always pay someone to go for you. you got the money, don't you?" that causes a silence to settle over you, and you're quiet for a minute.

but then you burst out laughing, a sound that matt knows he wants to hear more of. he tries to hide a small smile, but then you're switching up on him the instant you realise you're laughing at something he'd said. "i got the money, but i ain't payin' someone to enjoy the time i was going to. defeats the whole purpose, dumbass." the smile switching to a glare damn near gave him whiplash. his brow furrows once more, and he raises his hands in surrender.

"shit, okay, okay, keep whinin' then," god, he didn't understand you, not at all. you were something, alright. "..'n' who're you callin' a dumbass?" he mumbles under his breath, sighing as he glanced back at the ceiling once more. giving you a quick glare, in return, that ends your conversation quite abruptly. but both of you are intrigued by eachother, clearly.

"you look so out of place here, kid," matt can't help but laugh at you. the said mutual friend from before had invited you to some party at some random guy's house. a birthday party, or some shit. a total lapse of judgement on your part, you knew, and you'd literally snuck out of your parent's place to be there. why the fuck did you do that for? you looked so out of place, he was right. you're stood there like even touching a single thing'll kill you on the spot.

you glare at him instantly, folding your arms under your chest which instantly draws his attention down to your cleavage. you notice, of course, hating the way a warm feeling bubbles in your stomach from how he looks at you. "don't remember ever askin' for your input," your head tilts, "just 'cause you got a pretty face don't mean you needa' go 'round stickin' your head where it don't belong."

"you think i got a pretty face? how sweet," he sticks his tongue out, a soft smirk gracing his lips. he looks good. dark tufts of hair stick out from beneath his beanie, the colourful lights set up causing a nice sheen to glow down onto his face. you're not crushing on him though—no, no. he's just some skater. he could never give you what you want. "c'mon, relax a little," he says his words soon after his first few just so you don't get a chance to snap at his cocky remark, catching you off guard.

"i don't know anyone here," you mutter under your breath, fiddling with your expensive necklace, once again drawing his attention downwards. he's pretty sure you're doing it on purpose now, honestly, since you keep doing it. those nails.. he's imagining them wrapped around other things, that's for sure. "you know me," his voice is a little gentler, and he nods over to the kitchen where beer pong is set up, "it'll be fun. loosen' you up a lil' bit." you're skeptical for a moment, but you nod, making your way over with him.

he has to say, he's into how quiet you get when you're somewhere out of your comfort zone. you're not as mouthy, or annoying. as much as he loves your banter, the flirty insults between you two, well.. he likes you like this. "you've never played beer pong?" matt's literally gasping, staring at you like you're insane.

your face scrunches up at that, "well, yeah. no one's playin' beer pong at a party where they serve scotch—" you shake your head, sighing. he wanted you to loosen up? you'd loosen up. he gives you a look as if to say chill out, before he laughs quietly when you do, in fact, chill out. "i'll teach you. s'easy." his voice is easy, low. and you notice how close he's stood next to you. "you're a quick learner, m'guessin'."

"sure," you roll your shoulders in a shrug, glancing at the beer pong being set up for another round before you look back at matt. "yeah," you affirm after a minute. matt glances at you with a soft, incredulous look before he shakes his head. "c'mon, i don't bite. neither does the beer. at least, it shouldn't." you're calming down with him already, he likes that a lot too.

you'd had another total lapse of judgement, surprise surprise, having been swayed by the inarguably nice night with matt and his stupid, pretty face into becoming fuck buddies. perhaps not your finest moment, but definitely your most pleasurable. he makes you feel good, so, so good. takes away your stress from all your parents expectations, makes you feel taken care of. you two aren't exactly friends with benefits, more like.. people who know eachother, like acquaintances with benefits. but fuck buddies suits you two better.

it'd started off as getting together once, meeting at another party and giving into the raw attraction between you two. he'd had you beneath him, your legs wrapped tight around his hips as he bucked up into you with a brutal pace. his hands grasped at the bed around your head, a bed in which he had no idea whose it was. hey, he needed you, real bad. the logistics of everything hadn't crossed his mind once. "need you," you'd whined, voice breaking a little with how loudly you'd been crying out his name.

"you're gettin' me, baby," he grunted, grasping at the bed a little tighter as you clenched around him, practically trapping him there. his eyes lift up to yours, a flush covering his face at how damn good you feel. "what d'you want?" he growled, all breathless and heavy, like even speaking took a lot out of him. "need you, ah—after this, too," you couldn't have him just once, that wouldn't be fair. he felt too fucking perfect to only have once.

matt laughs quietly, realising you're on the verge of just babbling from how deep he's fucking you. "shh, sh, i got you," he murmured, lowering his head down to yours to press his lips down against yours to ensure you wouldn't keep talking. between kisses, he whispers, "gonna have me whenever you want, baby. whenever you want." that had you practically squirting, thighs trembling as the movements of his hips stuttered.

he kept up his promise, and whenever you wanted him, you got him. matt didn't want to seem desperate, but he was starting to like you, a lot. those snarky comments and bitchy glares started turning into fond looks and quiet compliments. he wasn't soft on you, he really didn't want to be—but there he was, letting you practically walk all over him in those expensive heels. it wasn't until a certain moment where you realised you felt the same as he did. he fell first, but god damn it, did you fall harder.

matt's buried so deep inside you, all you can think about, all you want to think about is him. he's overwhelming in the best way, having told you to keep your eyes on his or else he wouldn't give you what you wanted. "eyes on me, baby, wanna see those pretty eyes," he murmured, your legs hiked up onto his shoulders as opposed to his hips this time. you two had been in many different positions with eachother, sure, but this? how close he is? how he's balls deep inside your cunt? can't think straight.

you lift your eyes to his, swallowing thickly as another whine rips from your throat. he coos softly, "there you are. there's my girl," his girl? you're his girl? he's being so soft, and loving, nothing like he's been before or you've ever had before. it's making you feel some kind of way and it feels wrong, but so right at the same time. "makin' such pretty sounds, lookin' so lovely like this.. you take my dick so well."

"matt—" you gasp softly, trying to bring yourself as close as possible with a swivel of your hips forward. matt groans, his head falling down into the crook of your neck as he slides his hands down to grasp at your thighs. just the feel of the callouses on his hands from various skating accidents has you squealing and whining beneath him. "so good, shit, oh, oh—right there, riiight there.."

"right there? right there?" matt drives himself deeper within you, whining into your skin. his nose brushes against your soft skin, grunting under his breath with each thrust forward of his hips. "i've got you, c'mon, cum 'round my cock for me, let it go, there she is, that's it.." he's thrusting up into you through your orgasm, holding you as close as possible, and even with the pleasure clouding your brain, you're realising that you're most definitely in love.

maybe it's the slow drag of his cock against your walls, as he takes a slower, steadier approach to pounding you into the bed—maybe it's his sweet words, you don't know, but all of it coming together? you're in love.

She jerks him off with her soft hands, nails perfectly circling his dick as she pumps him. She kisses at his weeping head. Giggling at it while giving it kitten licks and tiny kisses. She then laughs at his red face before fully engorging on his hard dick. Gobbling him up in her fat cheeks.

Her favorite thing to do is gag and moan around him while shaking her head. It always seems to have him clocking out. Eyes rolling up into his head while his hands grip at her head. Fingers pulling at her hair the whole time. It’s an amazing show to watch. Taking his dick down her throat in one gulp is no problem, even with how big he is. Her eyes are always half open as she gazes up at him though her lashes. Watching him fall apart from just her skilled mouth and tongue.

One of her favorite parts is when she randomly pops off and spits a fat white glob back on his dick before going right back to work.