Dealer
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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!ReaderÂ
Warnings: Mentions of illegal activity and trafficking and generally creepy behavior, arguing, boss/employee relationship, implied age gap, smut, sex, slight BDSM vibes, dom!Hotch x sub!Reader, spanking, degradation, praise, slight choking, oral sex, penetrative sex.Â
Summary: Youâve been working at the BAU for nearly two years ever since you crossed Aaron Hotchnerâs path while working undercover. When youâre asked to go undercover again to solve a case, you take a huge risk and disobey Hotch. Unfortunately for you, he thinks you need to be punished.Â
Word Count: 4.9k
A/N: I may not have time for kinktober but I do have time for a lil halloween themed aaron fanfic
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You met Aaron Hotchner in the middle of a particularly cold November. A ridiculous coincidence, really. Youâd heard of him, even sent in a recent application to work for his team, though had some doubts youâd ever hear back. The BAU was a tough, tight-knit group. And even though you were working a case, you wondered if this might make the entirely wrong impression.
You worked for the FBI, in the Human Trafficking division. Youâd been undercover for a little over two months, posing as a young grad student with a shady second job at a club. You werenât a stripper, but you were dressed in a black latex bunny girl suit, complete with faux sleeve cuffs, a ribbon tied in a bow at your hip, a collar, a set of ears, and a fluffy white tail. Your job description, according to your boss, was a waitress. And you werenât the only undercover agent at the club.
It had been a strange hotbed of criminal activity. Clearly enough so that the FBI had to show up for one reason or another. The outfit was too tight to conceal a proper weapon, all you had on you was a wire and a knife. You had to rely a lot on the others staking out the club, and you noticed one of them had just gotten distracted despite one of your targets acting quite shifty in the corner. This particular target you despised the most. You could tell something was very off about him, and as you were fed details of the case and studied the frequent customers at the bar, you were quite sure it was him. The guy wasnât a seller, but you were quite sure he was buying. The girls he bought never showed up again.
That was when you noticed Aaron Hotchner enter the club with two other members of the BAU. Your eyes flickered between them and your target. They werenât looking at him. They made the same mistake you initially made, focusing on the wrong guy. Youâd spent enough time working the case to know, but your superior had never mentioned the BAU involving themselves in this particular case.Â
Taking a deep breath and plastering on your customer service smile, you walked over to Agent Hotchner holding the tray of champagne glasses.
âFirst time here?â You asked, tilting your head to the side as you offered them drinks.
One of the other agents, a very muscular-looking black man, answered for the three of them. âYeah, mind if we ask you a few questions?â
You smiled. âOf course. How may I assist you?â You batted your lashes, unwilling to give up your ruse even in the presence of other federal agents. Youâd worked too hard for this.
âAre there any men that frequent this club, ones that you and the other workers know to stay away from?âÂ
âMost of the repeat customers are, surprisingly, not too bad. But thereâs a few lingering around that the workers know to be careful of.â You watched your target from the corner of your eye, making sure not to look too long to tip anyone off. You watched him eye a girl whoâs friend had just left to go to the bathroom. âI can point out a few, but I think you can usually tell just by looking at them,â you shrugged, putting a hand on your barely concealed hip. You carefully caught the eye of the man you were speaking to and pointedly glanced to the corner where the most suspicious regulars tended to gather.Â
âThatâs all, maâam. Thank you for your time.â
You smiled at the three of them, watching closely as they moved toward the wrong man. Just your luck, your target stood up at the same time as the other guy did, and they both went in opposite directions.
Attempting to casually wade through the busy crowd, you couldnât seem to catch the eye of your undercover partner, but you saw the target talk to the girl sitting alone before luring her towards the back. Quickly, you managed to pass the tray to another worker before looking back, catching agent Hotchner staring at you. You wished there was a way to signal that you could use his help, but you didnât know him. Instead, you mouthed the words âwrong guyâ to him across the crowded floor, music blaring in your ears as you quickly turned and tried to quietly follow the man through the back of the club.Â
That night, you had managed to not only get a recording of the man talking to your âbossâ about their second business, but also witnessed him inject the girl in the backroom with a tranquilizer. After finally retrieving your handcuffs and pistol from your partner, you both managed to tackle and arrest the two men, and requested backup to gather evidence at the club and pick up the handcuffed men.
It must have been a ridiculous sight, you in a bunny girl costume with your gun now holstered to your hip once more, holding the handcuffed arms of a criminal behind his back in a cold dark alley. When you finally got them loaded into the cars, you turned to see Aaron Hotchner watching you.Â
âHello again,â you greeted a bit nervously, no longer playing a character and now just an FBI agent standing in hardly any clothes in front of a higher-ranking agent. âIâm Agent y/l/n, FBI, Human Trafficking division,â you held your hand out.Â
He shook it. âAgent Aaron Hotchner. Unit Chief of the BAU. You tried to warn me back there,â he commented, taking off his own jacket and coming closer to offer it to you. You gave him an unsure look, and he returned it with an insistent one.Â
âThank you, sir. And yes, but itâs hard to do much of that in a busy nightclub,â you shrugged, putting the jacket over yourself and finally getting both relief from the cold and from the embarrassment of showing so much leg and cleavage in front of the man you really wanted to work under. For! Work for. Although, he was quite tall. And quite handsome.
âStill. You did a good job. It seemed like you caught something we didnât. How could you tell we were looking into the wrong guy?â
âIâve been working on this case for over two months. At first, I had the same assumption. But something from the profile was missing. I watched them both, and eventually came to the conclusion that I got it wrong the first time.â
âWhat Iâm really asking is how you knew who we were going in there for.â
âOh, I just watched you. I knew when you came in. He was the first guy your gaze really stuck on.âÂ
His expression showed the slightest hint of amusement. âAre you interested in a job?â
You smiled. âVery much so.â
âSend me your resume.â
âItâs already submitted for the open position, sir.â
He nodded, giving you a strange look.
âI expect Iâll see you again soon, then,â and he started to walk away.
âWait, your jacket!â
âYou can return it later. At your interview.â
That night was almost two years ago. The two of you had been a nearly inseparable pair ever since. You knew how to read him across a room, and he knew how to read you. You figured that was why he always had you with him.Â
Just two months in, he told you he might be leaving the BAU after getting suspended for two weeks. His wife didnât want him to work anymore. Said that his job isnât who he is, just what he does.
You seemed to shock him by looking at him like you always did when the two of you spoke. As if the entire thing was obvious.
âI donât think she can possibly understand how much we care about what we do. How what we do is who we are, and we know not everyone can do it. Youâre one of the best, Hotch. You can be a good father and a good agent. Unfortunately, whether you can be a good husband and a good agent? That is an opinion left up to your wife. Her definition is what really matters, not yours.âÂ
Youâd stood up from the chair across from his desk then, trying to hide the distress at the possibility of rarely seeing and never working with him again.
âI.. The teamâ you quickly corrected yourself, âdoesnât want you to leave. But I think what matters the most is what you want, Hotch. You only get one life. This is your career. This is the path you chose.â You took a deep breath. âDonât let her choose for you, but you can choose her. We would all understand.â
He stayed. And your relationship had slowly taken a much more tense and strange turn. You were in-sync. Knew each other too well. Your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you. You both noticed the lingering looks, but never said a thing about it. You did everything you always do, together. Especially since his divorce. You shared rooms, meals, notes, just about everything. Your leg was always slightly pressed against his when sitting next to him. His arm was often placed behind you when the two of you were walking somewhere in an unknown environment. Close. You were close.
Yet your relationship had never crossed the line. The meals were usually take out, the rooms had two beds, the time spent together was all under the guise of âwork.â Just work.Â
And nearly two years since that first fateful night that you met Aaron Hotchner, you were back in the stupid bunny suit.
It was all Derekâs fault, you were convinced. It was his idea, and Emily, Penelope, and Derek all thought it would be funny to put you back in the costume that started it all.
You had to go undercover at a club during a Halloween party. This unsub was a freak, and everyone dressed in costumes certainly didnât ease your nerves about the whole thing.
Crossing your arms with a huff as you exited the bathroom at the local precinct, you glared at Derek who had picked out the costume. Spencer turned around from whatever he was working on and nearly spit out his water and started coughing.
âIs this necessary? I canât even carry a gun on meâŚâ
âYou wore it undercover before. Come on, Bunny!â You frowned at the use of your nickname. The one you got from the night you first met Derek, Hotch, and Rossi. âI thought youâd be comfortable in a familiar outfit,â he teased. âBesides, we need you to fit the victimology. Young attractive girls having fun at parties.â While this would certainly be considered harassment in any other unit with any other team, you adored Derek. You couldnât help but smirk a little bit at his comment.
âYouâre such a jerk,â you said unseriously. âBesides, I was pretending to be a worker back then. I couldnât say no to my boss. You, however, arenât my boss.â
It was then that Emily and Hotch came into the room, and Emilyâs jaw dropped.
âWhy do you look so hot!â she exclaimed, dramatically setting the files down on the table in front of her.
âThis is the outfit Derek picked for me,â you sighed. âLook familiar?â You did a dramatic turn in front of them, trying to keep your eyes off of Hotch in embarrassment.
âI could never forget,â Hotch shook his head, clearly amused, but he looked tense. You narrowed your eyes at him a bit.Â
âIâll wear it for old times sake, and because I know you guys will actually cover me.â
Derek, Hotch, and Emily went with you to the club. You were in Chicago, and Derek warned you that the parties could get a bit wild. Sitting in the back of the SUV, you couldnât help but ask. âSo, whereâs your costumes?â
âMen in Black,â Hotch replied as though it were obvious.
Derek turned to look at you in the back, and pulled a cat ears headband out of nowhere, putting it on his head.
âWe match.â
You all entered the club separately, and it wasnât long until you were trying to fend people off left and right. It was getting difficult, as well. You hadnât been in a relationship in a long time, and the lack of attention was getting to you. Well, at the very least, this evening showed you that you could still pull off the bunny suit.Â
You were being hit on by a very attractive older man, and nearly giving in to his flirting, until something caught your eye. Someone that matched the description of the unsub. You snapped back into reality. Watching the man closely as he moved through the crowd. You apologized to the older man before moving to follow, also trying to find where Hotch and Derek might be, but you couldnât see them. Despite your heart pounding in your chest, you managed to strike up a conversation with the unsub at the bar. You played the innocent young girl as much as possible, while trying to not seem too conveniently naive. Your goal was now to try and get him out of the club, away from other people. He was more than likely carrying a gun on him, and you knew whatever you were doing was dangerous.
Yet as he asked you if you wanted to go somewhere quieter, feigning that he couldnât hear what you were saying, you agreed, hoping to appeal to his ego and not raise any alarm. You turned back to the busy club, eyes desperately searching for someone familiar, and you found him. He was up on the second floor, looking right at you. This time, he recognized the look you were giving him, his grip on the railing tightened and he shook his head, discouraging whatever the hell you thought you were about to do. And you didnât listen.Â
âYou knew better than to go off and do that,â he scolded harshly, his anger seeping off of him and you felt yourself flinch. It was later that night. After the unsub attacked you in an alley not far from the club, you had managed to take him down without any assistance before Hotch and Derek made it to where you were. This was made much easier by the alcohol you had encouraged him to drink while speaking with him at the barâŚ
âAnd what the hell did you think you were doing, flirting ON THE JOB?â his voice rose and filled the hotel room the two of you shared.
âWith the unsub?â You asked incredulously. âYou asked me to go undercover! I got the guy! We had evidence, heâs in custody! Why are we arguing over this? It doesnât even matter.â
This had been going on for five minutes already, starting since he shut the door to your shared hotel room. You hadnât even changed out of the stupid costume as you sat perched on the corner of your bed with your arms crossed. The only part you had taken off were the stupid ears, now left on the nightstand.
âNot with the unsub, you were talking to someone else before. I saw you. What were you thinking?!âÂ
âI donât know, maybe that I havenât been on so much as a date since I started working for the BAU? I got the job done, I donât know why youâre so mad because I talked to someone who was interested in me for less than a minute!â
âYou canât take going undercover as an opportunity to inflate your ego because youâre lonely.â
You stood up then, in complete shock at the words coming out of his mouth. You didnât even look him in the eye.
âThat was low,â you murmured, suddenly moving around the room to throw your belongings back into your bag.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â
âLeaving.â
âY/n, wait. Listen to me-â
âNo!â you stopped him as he tried to approach you. âJust because you think you know me doesnât mean you get to throw it in my face. Thatâs fucking low. I have given up so much for this job, so much for you.â
âI never asked you to give up anything for me.â You zipped your bag and looked up at him. âAnd I donât think I know you. I do know you. And if you want me to stop, tell me and I will, but I donât think youâll need to.â
âWhat do you think youâre-â the end of your sentence broke off in a small yelp as he approached you and quickly had you bent over his lap as he sat on the edge of your bed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass.Â
You let out a moan at the sensation, unable to bite it back because of how much he had surprised you.
âAre you familiar with the color system?â
You were reeling from shock, but nodded your head.Â
âWords, y/n. I need you to understand how to use it if you want to.â
âRed means stop, yellow means slow down, green is all good.â
âYes. Color?â
âGreen,â you responded readily.
 He kept talking, and kept spanking your ass harshly as he did so.
âDo you have any idea,â slap âhow many times Iâve thought about doing this to you?â slap âEven the first god damn time I saw you in this ridiculous outfit,â slap âlooking like such a little whore,â slap âI wanted to bend you over my lap just like this. You certainly misbehave enough to deserve it.âÂ
Your legs were squeezing together as you let out broken moans at the sensation of his large hand spanking you over and over, you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second when he suddenly grabbed your face and made you look at him, craning your neck from where you were placed on his lap.
âIs this what you wanted?â You nodded, looking into his eyes. âSay it.â
âYes, sir,â you managed.Â
âGood girl,â he praised. âGet on your knees.â
He released you and you slid off of him and onto the floor, kneeling in front of where he sat on the edge of the bed.Â
You bit your lip as you tried not to squirm on the floor, waiting for him to unbuckle his belt. He paused before doing so to look at you. Another look asking if you were really okay with this. You smiled at him, nodding, and he swiftly took his length out, causing you to nearly whimper at the size and the look of it. He was rock hard, and the tip was oozing precum.Â
Slowly, you leaned in and licked his cock tentatively, before he grabbed your hair and pushed you down on his length eliciting a muffled moan from you as you fought not to choke. He started thrusting into your mouth slowly, and at the sound of his groans you nearly lost it. His voice was already like a drug for you, hearing it in such an erotic state was driving you crazy. So much so that you tried to sneak your hand down and rub against your throbbing clit, desperate for any kind of friction. You only got away with it for a few moments before he noticed, taking his free hand and pulling your arm away.
âWhat kind of girl gets so drenched just from sucking off her bossâs dick? Hm?âÂ
He pulled you off of his cock just for a moment, and instead of answering, you just whimpered, pressing your thighs together, and he brought you back down to his cock. He started fucking your mouth again, and you kept moving your hips, grinding into nothing as you desperately sought relief.Â
âAre you really that desperate?â He pulled you off again, and you nodded pathetically, spit dripping from your mouth and eyes glazed over.Â
âWords, baby.â
âYes,â you nodded again. âPlease.â
âAre you gonna be a good girl?â
âYes, sir.â
âOn the bed.â
You scrambled off the floor to do as you were told, hurrying over to the closest bed which just so happened to be the one you had claimed during your stay, but he stopped you.
âNo,â his voice was quick and firm. âI want you on my bed.â
Your mouth dropped open slightly at his words, making you slightly curious about just how deep his instinct to claim you as âhisâ went. Happily, you followed his request and quickly found yourself on the other side of the room. Rather than sit and face the wall, you were feeling a little bold, and got on all fours with your ass prominently on display. Â
âWhat a well-behaved bunny,â he mused as he took off his clothes, leaving you twitching and desperate for him, with your neck craning to the side as your cheek was against the duvet. You quietly stared as he unbuttoned his shirt, and quickly got restless when he began to reveal more of his skin.
It felt like forever until he was on the bed behind you, his cock sheathed in a condom and pressing against your still-clothed ass.
âIs this what you wanted?â
âYes.âÂ
âColor?â
âGreen.â
âDo you want to let me use you? Or do you just want to cum?â He asked, his voice in a deep tone and his large hand reaching to caress your neck, gently grabbing your hair between his fingers and guiding your head up to look at him. It felt like an interrogation the way he questioned you, but it drastically increased the tension, and only made you want him more, and he shifted you slightly so your back was now against his chest, firmly in his hold.
âMm, both.â
He chuckled from behind you. One of his hands was now gripping your breast which was barely hidden. The bodice of the costume relied on flimsy see-through straps to stay up, and he was quick to tear them off, making no more than a quick snapping sound before they were thrown somewhere on the floor. You felt him begin to press kisses to the side of your neck as he pulled the top of the fabric down, revealing your breasts and hungrily kneading them with one hand. With the other, his hand was traveling down your hip and across the front of your thighs before he hooked the fabric that covered your soaked entrance with his finger and moved it to the side. You gasped at the feeling of his hand moving directly against your clit, still impatient to cum even though it was well worth the wait.
 âDamn, youâre perfect.â The praise has you reeling as you rocked against him slightly. He lowered you back to where you had been, on all fours, and you could feel himself lining his cock up with your entrance behind you. âReady, bunny?â
You nodded, and he easily entered you in a single thrust, no doubt thanks to how absurdly wet you had become. Despite the ease of entrance, the stretch felt brutal, it had you gasping and clutching the bedding under you.
He felt so big, and you hadnât been fucked in a while.Â
âOh god,â you whimpered. âSir, youâre so big.â
He let out a groan that had you clenching around his length, and pushing your hips back against him. His thick fingers found your hips and gripped them tightly as he pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back into you. You hadnât realized how gentle he had started out until he began to pound into you at full force, each thrust making your legs tremble as his length hit the deepest spots inside of you.Â
Given that you had already been so worked up from sucking him off, and were still riding the end of an adrenaline high from your work in the field earlier that night, your orgasm was rapidly approaching, only encouraged by the way Aaron had gently caressed any part of your body he could reach with one hand while the other still had a white hot grip on your hips.Â
âDidnât anyone ever tell you not to mess with the big bad wolves, bunny?â He murmured in your ear, aware of just how close you were and he knew exactly how to push you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back when his large hand found its way to your neck, squeezing gently but enough for you to feel it. Your legs shook uncontrollably as that coil inside you snapped and you let out a broken cry at the intensity of the orgasm washing over you. His movements only faltered slightly, otherwise unaffected by the way your walls had suffocated his cock.
You didnât have the time or awareness to register just how quickly his movements were, as he pulled out of you, unzipped the back of your costume, quickly tore it entirely off your body, and flipped you over to face him. Your face flushed as you tried to catch your breath.
âOoh, look at you,â he groaned. âPerfect little bunny.â Despite his mockingly sweet tone, he shoved himself back into you roughly, earning a cry from your lips as your oversensitive pussy took him in once more. The pleasure he was giving you was so intense, doubled by your years-long crush for the man who was giving it to you. You were so sensitive it felt almost cruel, but you didnât want him to stop. His hand explored your body, gripping your bare hips and squeezing your breasts, putting his hands everywhere heâd never been able to before.
âPlease,â you breathed out after a particularly sharp thrust, reaching for one of his hands but struggling to get your bearings enough to get a hold of it.
âPlease what, bunny?â
The only response you could give was a drawn-out moan, but at your struggle, he placed a hand in your searching one, and you immediately brought it right to your throat.
âYou want me to squeeze or just hold?â
âHold,â you murmured, blushing that he stopped to check, the moment becoming more tender than either of you had intended. He kept a firm hold around your neck without choking you, just keeping you in place. Showing his power over you.
âYouâre such a dirty bunny,â he murmured, resuming his sharp thrusts as you bit your lip to muffle the whines coming from your throat. You could feel how intensely you were pulsing around him, the sight of him over you with his hand around your neck causing your eyes to roll back as he fucked you into oblivion, slowly devolving to a blubbering and begging mess.
âFuck, please! Please pleaseplease- sir-â you slurred, hardly aware of anything except him as his cock brushed against every sensitive spot inside of you. While his thrusts had been deep and controlled and measured, your begging seemed to cause his pace to falter.
âPretty Bunny,â he groaned, âcum again for me, make a mess on my dick.â
Your nails dug into his arms as you let out a cry, an odd deep feeling of relief settling over you as you came again with him buried inside of you, feeling as though all your nerves were on fire. His thrusts were starting to grow more erratic as he stared down at you, watching you as you sunk deeper into bliss, becoming less and less aware of what was around you.Â
âEyes on me, Bunny,â he panted, hand squeezing your throat gently for a moment just to get your attention. Your eyes opened, locking onto his as soon as you comprehended what he had asked, staring up at him âFuck, your eyes are so pretty.â Even in your blissed-out state, you hadnât expected such a genuine compliment, staring at him in wonder as his movements slowed.
âPlease, wanna feel you cum in me,â you whined, rocking your hips against him as he moved his hand from your throat to tightly grip your hip, trying to pull you further into him as he slammed into you, letting out a deep groan as he came, spilling into the condom while sheathed inside of you. You couldnât help but moan at the feeling of him throbbing, and winced when he slowly began to pull out of you before disposing of the condom and laying next to you, pulling you into his arms. The two of you stayed like that for a long moment after you wiggled your way further into his grasp and laid your head next to his chest.Â
âYouâre really warm,â you sighed happily, trying to escape the chilly air of the room. He laughed, a sound you rarely heard from him.Â
âI was jealous,â he murmured above you. Your mind was still hazy, body feeling heavy but tingly with pleasure.
âHuh?â You managed to question through the fog, eyes opening to look at him.
âWhen I saw you talking to that guy. I was jealous.â
âIs that why you got so mad?â You teased.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean what I said, I shouldnât have yelled.â
âNo, but I wonât mind getting reprimanded more oftenâŚâ
âGreedy,â he smiled.Â
You sighed happily. âWe really came full circle, didnât we?â
He nodded. âTook us long enough. Derek has been telling me I need to ask you out since we met at that party two years ago.â
"The bunny girl outfit never fails," you murmured, smiling at him.
"On you? Never."














