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aaron hotchner x reader

Pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

Summary: when your secret unit chief boyfriend become's the victim of someone framing him and he gets arrested, your reckless antics force you to kidnap him and help solve the case.

Word Count: 10k

Warnings: 18+,explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D's relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

a/n: based on the episode the storm & I AM BACK FOR GOOD BABIES - i missed you all💌 as always, smut included for you hotch whores.

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fuck.

Admittedly there was a lot of inside knowledge you shouldn't know when you had your fingers in as many pies as you did and friends in high places. But, did you expect to find out that your secret boyfriend was under investigation by the Department Of Justice?

like fuck you did.

You had been in some situations but this was one - you didn't even know where to begin. With your background it was easy to get information that you wanted, as long as you were sure they didn't know you were also dating the man in question. It really hadn't taken long, after a few system overrides and few hours of surveillance you had everything they had too.

How the fuck had the unit chief of the bau managed to become under investigation?

It was complex, that's for sure.

You weren't exactly an investigator per say - your specialty laid in undercover intelligence and tactical operations but your reputation was undisputed. Therefore you had a lot of access and were used by every sector of the American government.

It only takes three years, it turns out, to go from a pair of brothers with big dreams to a group that’s just a mix of thirteen teenagers and young adults that can barely even be considered that, all of them with even bigger dreams than any of them started with. It’s not exactly your run of the mill family, but it’s theirs, and the circumstances that brought them all together are hardly the best, but the thing is… Not one of them would change it, no matter how bad things were before.

Before can’t possibly compare to what lies after.

aaron hotchner x reader

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Summary: Your neighbour was an intolerant piece of shit, moody and stern and knew exactly how to push your buttons. And did he enjoy it. A cliche enemies to lovers trope.

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D's relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

You needed a drink.

You had just got back to your condo after a three week long extraction mission in the middle east. It had been lethal to say the least, and you had been dying to get home to your bathtub.

It was the middle of winter, and the lack of heating made your apartment ridiculously cold. Pulling your fleece around your body tighter, you continued to flick all of your lights and your heating on blast.

You were so exhausted you couldn't even be bothered to change out of your clothes, still dressed in your tight fit green cargo trousers - gun still strapped to your thigh - and a tight black tank top and your green and brown fleece with your boots.

Knock knock.

Taking a swig of your wine, you furrowed your brows wondering who was already knocking on your door. You didn't even bother to take a look through the peephole and just opened the door with a huff.

''Evening.''

Oh great.

You and your neighbour didn't get on, it was plain and simple. He was a man of morals, cold, stern and ridiculously irritating. He was also the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes on, unfortunately he made your blood boil more than any man had ever. He was always banging on your door, asking you to be quiet or just plain rude and intolerant.

''What do you want hotchner?'' You rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest as you waited for his answer.

''I thought you worked in finance?'' He raised an amused brow, gesturing down to the gun strapped to your thigh.

''Well you know - gotta keep safe out here.'' You shrugged, brushing of his question nonchalantly.

''You know what i do, it's not like you have nothing to hide. We are obviously both in law enforcement.'' He laughed, mirroring you as his eyes rolled over you.

And the profiler is trying to profile you.

''Uhm let me think? Maybe, just maybe it's not your business.'' You scoffed, grabbing your door to slam it into his face.

His hand immediately slammed into the door, screeching it into a halt between the two of you, ''Before you disappeared again for weeks, i had a parcel delivered to your apartment and it said you signed for it. Do you still have it? And then, I'll thankfully be out of your way.'' He asked, tapping his foot impatiently.

''Yeah, i have it somewhere.'' You grumbled, leaving the door ajar before walking into your condo and trying to find the parcel from weeks ago.

It didn't take you long, you has shoved it in your bedroom under the desk before you had left.

Walking back towards your front door, you almost stopped in your tracks seeing your arrogant neighbour nosying around your kitchen.

''I'm pretty sure I didn't invite you in.'' You scoffed, dropping the brown box onto the kitchen island and looking at him through your furrowed brows.

''It's very you.'' He avoided your scowl, nodding around your black marbled kitchen.

''Also.'' He added, a smirk painting on his face as he brought his hand from behind your back and your eyes widened as you saw your badge flicking through his fingers.

He let out a low whistle, letting the leather flutter open to show your identification, ''CIA undercover ops and intelligence? That's why your always back and forth.'' He mused, giving a curt impressed nod.

''You missed the CIA elite.'' You pointed smugly, pushing the parcel over to his side of the island.

''I must say I'm impressed, you've managed to have a dignified conversation with me for the first time ever. And you haven't slung profanity in every other sentence.'' He smirked, obviously trying to push your buttons as usual.

''Well, you blew it after pissing me off again.'' You snorted, ushering him out of your front door.

''Very classy.'' He laughed, watching you as you slammed the door on his smirking face.

Finally, it was time to unwind.

aaron hotchner x reader



Pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

Summary: When the team found you in Rossi’s kitchen with a bottle of wine and a bikini, they were confused. But, you caught a certain someone’s interest a lot more than the others.

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D’s relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

Living next door to David Rossi always had it's perks, from his endless supply of wine in his specially crafted wine cellar to his famous pasta nights which for you was a nightly experience if he wasn't on a case.

You and your best friend Raffael, of course another Italian you had to deal with, had moved back to Virginia a few months ago. You never knew you'd be moving next door to famous David Rossi. You'd found common ground with Rossi when he came over one evening to welcome you into the neighbourhood, you began to talk about your work within Interpol and you now had interviews within the bureau and the CIA and he had opened up to you about his work in the BAU.

Raffael of course bonded with Rossi over Italian heritage and their love for cooking and the finer things in life, Raff was a model and a trust fund baby. He spent most of his days waiting for you to return, partying and hooking up with whatever moved. He brought out the side of you that you had to hide when working.

You spent most evenings annoying the hell out of Rossi in his mansion, breaking in to his wine cellar and bickering over your ideas to change his pasta recipes. He'd fast become one of your best friends, and a father figure as you were only at the ripe age of 24. Which you had never of guessed with all of the things you had accomplished.

It was now around 5pm, and thank god to the summer it was still light and bright outside. You and raff had been shopping all day and he'd soon gone to meet his latest rendezvous. You slipped on a baby blue cut bikini top and the matching thong bottoms which helped sculpt your curvy figure perfectly. You threw on one of raff's dress shirts round your shoulders that hung off your figure and fixed your long, brunette curls and curtain bangs before re applying your lip stick that had managed to smudge its way off through the day. With your Gucci sunglasses on your head, and your wine glass and phone in your right hand you made your way round to Rossi's. You had never used the front door when it came to Rossi, and you jumped the fence into Rossi's back patio still your phone and wineglass in your hand. Being the avid ring wearer you were, you had 9 rings hung on multiple fingers and you double checked none had slipped off when you had been clutching the fence.

Opening the patio door, you made sure to shout and make your presence known, ''Rossi! I'm here to raid your wine collection! You better have made enough pasta for 2.''

You heard music in the living room, and a voice shouting over it, ''Y/N is that you?''

''The one and only.'' You shouted back, laughing as you ran down to his wine cellar. Which yes, was pin protected. Classic David Rossi.

Opening the door and grabbing your favourite bottle,  a 96' Bordeaux, and quickly made your way back up to the kitchen where you were greeted by the man himself.

''Ah, the only woman I know who does not know how to use a front door.'' He teased, before shaking his head at the bottle in your hand. Before you could retort, you heard a stir behind you.

''NOW NOW.. David Rossi! Who is this?'' You heard a voice behind you, you spun on your heels to meet a group of six people behind you. You had soon realised they were his team from work.

''And why is such a hot woman in your house... in a bikini?'' The tanned one asked, you soon realised it was Derek from the stories Rossi had told you.

You laughed, '' The famous Derek Morgan I presume?'' You raised a brow, a grin on your face. He was a total hunk, as expected, but he wasn't the one that had caught your eye.

Beside him stood a tall, dark haired man with the most confused expression known to man. He was absolutely gorgeous, and definitely made you swoon at the sight of him. His suit was clung to his muscular physique, his tie sat lazily on his chest. His eyes raked down you, before meeting you at the eyes. Even though his face looked serious and cold, you still were incredibly attracted to him and his honey coloured eyes.

Rossi's voice soon snapped you ought of your thoughts, and tore your eyes away from the man.

''She's my neighbour.'' Rossi shrugged.

''She's here every night, constantly stealing my best wine and ridiculing my cooking.'' Rossi added, a laugh escaping the both of you.

''I know you'll of guessed by now this is my team, Derek of course, Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner.'' He pointed to each and every one of them, making sure you could put a face to the names you had heard from his stories. It also made you realise the hottie from earlier was Hotch, now that did surprise you. Who knew the FBI hired such hot unit chief's?

''And team, this is (y/f/n) (y/l/n). She moved back to Virginia a few months ago after leaving Interpol, she's now having some time off before she joins either the Bureau or the CIA.'' Rossi added proudly of you, making you show a small smile into your glass of wine.

''Impressive.'' You heard hotch mumble.

''Especially for a 24 year old.'' Rossi nodded, making you roll your eyes at the statement.

''You really make me sound better than I am!'' You laughed to Rossi.

''We both know I'm actually humbling you right now,  there's a lot more I could say.'' Rossi retorted, making you snicker before you realised you were practically half naked.

''Although it's great to meet you all, I'm currently feeling a lot less dressed than the rest of you. I should probably go.'' You laughed.

''Id love you to stay! We are outnumbered by the boys if you don't!'' Garcia asked, the other girls nodded beside her.

''I'd love her to stay too.'' Derek wiggled his brows, making Spencer face palm and hotch roll his eyes.

''You've got plenty of clothes upstairs that you've left lying around, seeing that your here everyday of my life.'' Rossi rolled his eyes playfully.

''Well I'd never say no to great company, great wine and great food!'' You grinned; making the others cheer slightly. You'd guessed they were slightly tipsy.

**

You had now been at Rossi's with his team for the past two hours, you'd slipped into your boots, your Gucci tights, one of Rossi's shirts that made an shirt dress look, and a oversized sweater vest. You were a bottle of wine deep along with the rest.

''Your way too pretty to be single, I'm in love with you myself.'' Garcia slurred, making you give a hearty laugh.

''Your just as pretty pen.'' You playfully nudged her back, and threw her an air kiss.

''When you walked in I was like no... this can't be Mrs Rossi number four. Your way too hot.'' Derek laughed, taking a swig of his beer.

''I agree.'' Spencer slurred, at this point the poor genius had totally gone. You quickly loved Spencer and his fact spouting, it had made your evening that more enjoyable. He was a young nerd, just like yourself at heart.

''Did Spencer really just admit that?'' Emily laughed loudly, patting her hand on your thigh lightly with laughter.

''If it's any constellation, I think your all pretty hot too. Even you Ross.'' You threw him a shit eating grin, and the team erupted into giggles.

''Even hotch?'' JJ blurted out, obviously regretting it soon as it left her lips. Which made you nearly piss yourself at the look on her face.

You had been practically eye-fucking him all evening, of course when then others weren't looking. He with without a doubt the best looking, and you and him had some serious sexual tension between you. He'd now give you too many glances, and had brushed past you 'innocently' too many times.

''Oh, Especially hotch.'' You blurted back in your drunken state, this made him raise a brow and the bastard actually smirked.

''Did hotch just smirk? He has definitely had one to many bourbons.'' Derek raised a brow, laughing and nudging Spencer.

''I think (y/n) fancies him.'' Spencer slurred, giggling slightly as he did. Making you throw an accusatory glare at him, which only made him laugh more.

''Well, there's no complaint coming from me.'' You heard a deep voice rumble from across from you, everyone's eyes whipped to hotch who had his drink to his mouth, smirking into it.

''I-'' Garcia went to speak, before being cut off by Emily.

''Did someone swap our boss with a replica?'' She raised a brow, laughing before the rest of the team joined in.

''Hotch has a crush; well that's a first.'' Rossi smirked, leaving hotch shaking his head.

''I do not.'' Hotch tried to argue, but you saw straight through it.

''Moving swiftly on, shall we play a game?'' You asked, which the whole team jumped at the idea of. You ran to the kitchen with Emily to round up more bottles of booze to fill all your drinks, and back into the living room. The both of you laughing at your clumsiness as you tripped over various things in the kitchen.

''I already love you.'' Emily laughed, as you entered the room with the team again. This time you couldn't help yourself, and placed yourself right beside hotch. Which the girls didn't let go unnoticed, and gave you a grin. Emily was sat beside JJ, Rossi in his chair, Derek was sat between Garcia and Spencer and you now beside Hotch and Spencer.

As you sat down you ruffled Spencer's locks making him grumble.

''Don't grumble hot stuff.'' You teased, making him snort and grab his drink.

As you sat down you felt Aaron's arm move to the back of the sofa behind you, a deliberate move to have you that slightly bit closer to him. He smelt of expensive cologne and from this view you had the perfect view of his strong, thick thighs that his pants strained round.

The thought of them around you made it you feel slightly weak, and your glass nearly slipped out of your hands.

''Look who decided to finally sit beside me, I feel as if you've been avoiding me (y/n)'' He grinned in a quiet tone as the team chatted around the both of you.

''I only met you a few hours ago, do woman you don't know usually swoon beside you all evening?.'' You asked, a grin on your face as you said it.

''You've been all over my team, I wonder why not me. I intimidate you (y/n)?'' Hotch asked, his tone a lot deeper and darker than before. It made you audibly gulp and your thighs absentmindedly move closer together.

''You forget I'm a profiler (y/n)? You've just given me my answer.'' He chuckled, making you mentally curse yourself for the slip up.

Garcia soon pulled you out of your bubble, ''Truth or dare or never have I ever?'' She asked.

''Never have I ever and then truth or dare.'' JJ nodded, Emily agreed.

''Ok ok! Never have I ever had kissed someone of the same sex.'' Derek asked, a little too quickly; which made you all laugh.

''Your a pervert.'' Rossi laughed.

''You still have to answer.'' Derek shrugged, grinning like an idiot. You and all the girl drunk.

''All of you?!'' Derek nearly choked on his own saliva.

''Sad it ain't you?'' You playfully teased, making him playfully cover his heart as though you had hurt his feelings.

''Interesting.'' Hotch mumbled beside you, making you look to him with a grin. You felt his hand that was behind you, move slowly to the back of your head. The almost contact made goosebumps all over your body, which he noticed on your arm. You heard a dark chuckle from him.

''Never have I ever got so drunk you blacked out.'' You asked, which all of the team drunk too.

''I need some juicy stuff, we are switching to truth or dare.'' Emily smirked wickedly, making you fear for what questions she was about to ask.

''Spence, truth or dare?'' Emily asked, he sat up and attempted to get into a serious zone but failed extremely in his alcohol daze.

''Truth.'' He answered.

''Do you secretly use the internet?'' She asked, a smirk on her face. Spencer had always point blank refused on using the internet Rossi told you, always loving books more,

''Yes.'' He mumbled, looking totally defeated which followed with roars of laughter and 'I knew it's!' from the team.

''Emily, truth or dare?'' Garcia asked, a giggle leaving her mouth with excitement.

''Dare, of course!'' Emily laughed.

''I dare you too... tell us if you've ever had a sex dream about someone on the team and if so who?'' Pen asked, all of you leaning forward to hear the juicy details.

''I've had one about Derek and one about JJ.. that's it.'' She admitted.

''Yes mama!'' Derek hollered, whilst JJ smirked slightly. You knew there was a sexual tension between them both.

''Hotch, truth or dare?'' Rossi asked him, you turned to face the handsome man beside you.

''Truth.'' He rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his bourbon before placing it back on the table. Rossi gave him an evil grin, before chuckling to himself.

''If there's anyone in this room you could sleep with, who would it be?'' Rossi smirked, the whole team laughed and waited for his response.

''Of course I get it taken to the next level.'' Hotch quipped.

''I haven't dared y/n to kiss one of the girls yet.'' Derek laughed; making you lean over to punch him playfully.

''So.. we are waiting Bossman.'' Garcia laughed.

''You know my answer.'' Hotch darted his eyes to Rossi.

''Not good enough.'' Rossi pushed.

''(Y/N) I mean..'' Hotch laughed, which made the whole team stare wide eyed. I'm guessing there boss didn't laugh too much.

''Like it wasn't obvious.'' You grinned nonchalantly, before the team broke into laughter.

''I like this hotch.'' Spencer and Derek mused, out of Aaron's hearing.

After several other rounds the team had decided to play drunk Jenga, it was currently Spencer against Emily. Who were both as competitive as the other. You were all sat facing them, you and hotch slightly behind the other's as they were knelt over the sofa opposite you to face them.

''You going to try beat me?'' You asked, looking up to meet his gaze that you had felt.

''Please, I'll beat you.'' He scoffed confidently.

''EMILY! THAT'S CHEATING!'' You heard spencer yell, which then Rossi over ruled and caused bickering between Spencer and him.

''Boys boys!'' JJ tried to calm the discussion down drunkenly, and finally they ended up in laughter before carrying on.

You chuckled before bringing your glass to your lips, downing the little amount of gin left in your glass. You picked out the cherry that had been mixed in with other berries, and decided to eat it. You knew you could have a little fun with it.

You placed your glass back onto the table, leaning over a lot more than you needed to before sitting back beside Aaron. You hung the cherry infront of your lips before putting it into your mouth slowly, holding on to the stalk as you did so. You knew he had his gaze on your lips and you ran the stalk between your teeth slowly before biting into the cherry extremely slow.

Before you could attempt to take another bite you felt the hand that was tangled in your hair grab the back of your neck like a kitten, and harshly pulled your head back. You fought not to let out a moan as the team were only infront of you, thank god they hadn't been facing you.

''I didn't take you for a tease.'' Aaron spoke darkly into your ear, his breath fanning against your neck nearly making you loose your sanity.

''You were clearly mistaken then Agent Hotchner.'' You mused, a smirk slipping on to your lips. You snapped your head back up, slowly biting back into the cherry as you kept eye contact with him.

''Two can play this game (y/n).'' He laughed at you, trying to make you feel as small as possible of course. Before you could give a cocky remark, you felt his hand on your thigh. Slowly trailing up to the edge of your shirt, a small moan left your lips which you had battled to keep in.

He let go, grinning like a fucking bastard that he had got under your skin infront of people.

''Even my touch is driving you wild, how much of a whore can you be that your body is practically aching for me after only meeting me a couple of hours ago?'' He raised a brow smugly, making you suck on your teeth with annoyance.

''Rossi, I'm going to the wine cellar! Anyone need a top up?'' You stood up, purposely directly infront of Aaron. You knew the shirt was short on you as you had extremely long legs, and that he would've been staring at you.

''ME!'' They all cheered, making you laugh before you started to make your way out of the room. Purposely not paying any attention to Aaron.

You'd only met the man 5 hours ago, and you practically were weak at the knees of the sight of him. He was the most attractive man you'd ever laid eyes on. Now here you were, stood in the wine cellar thinking of how you are going to play the next couple of hours with him.

You reached for the wine, still lost in your thoughts before you heard a voice behind you, ''Need a hand?'' Hotch grinned, walking down the small staircase with his hands tucked in his pockets.

''I think I can manage.'' You raised a brow, before turning again to reach a bottle. Immediately you felt his body behind you, his arm reached for the same bottle as you but his chest was now on your back and his crotch pressed against your ass. You let out a breath of air, not about to let yourself moan at his touch again.

As you tried to compose yourself and reach for the bottle again you felt his mouth ghost your neck, ''Is that dirty little mouth of your's going to moan for me again?'' He asked, before his hand slipped down to your waist, and he feathered his lips against your neck. Your body threw itself further back into his chest, before he flipped you round and held you against the wall by your neck.

''It depends, are you capable?'' You teased, which made his hand tighten around your neck. Now that did make you moan, at your reaction he smirked and moved closer to you.

''You hear that little girl? I barely touched you. Imagine what else I'm capable of.'' He mused, before his free hand began to trail up your inner thigh. You whimpered at the feeling, and your mind running with images of him on top of you.

''You sound pathetic.'' He chuckled, his head now buried into your neck as he trailed light kisses to your earlobe. His hand slowly made its way up to the top of your thigh. You'd soon realised because you had taken off your bikini and changed at Rossi's, you only had your tights on and no underwear.

''Fuck you.'' You managed to mutter back at his comment, your eyes closing as his hand came into contact with your clit through your tights.

''If I knew you weren't wearing underwear all that time, I would've had you down here long before now.'' He snickered, pressing his middle finger onto your clit making you hiss with pleasure.

''So wet for me already? You really are desperate for me aren't you slut?'' He asked, pulling away from your neck and watching your face as he slowly rubbed his finger against the fabric of your tights. Your mouth quickly formed a ''0'' as you threw your head back with the pleasure of him touching you. Your body had been craving him every since it laid eyes on him.

''I- I-.'' You tried to muster an answer, but you couldn't which only made him chuckle more at you. He wanted to make you feel like he had total control over you, and god did he.

''You can't even fucking answer me, can you?'' He pushed for an answer, and when you couldn't you felt his hand move before ripping a hole into your tights where your pussy was.

''You prick. There's $200 tights.'' You hissed, making him raise a brow at you.

''I have enough money to buy you some more.'' He quipped, before grabbing your face with his large hands. Your cheeks were squished with the force he was using, before he pulled your mouth open with your thumb. You could barely fathom what was happening before he spat into your mouth and let go making your head fall back against the wall.

His hand snaked back to your dripping pussy, making your eyes roll back into your head at the speed he was fingering you at.

''You like that do you? Jesus, your such a pretty fucking whore I can't get enough.'' He gritted through his teeth, his hard cock rubbed against your leg before he finally dipped his fingers into you.

''I asked you a question, are you going to fucking answer?'' He asked, pushing his fingers deeper into you. You tried to respond but you just couldn't, all you could do was whimper.

His pulled his fingers out of you, before slapping you round the face harshly, ''Next time, you answer me.'' He growled before shoving his fingers into your mouth, as you licked off your wetness from them he moaned at the sight of you.

''I'm not finished with you, but they'll wonder where we are.'' He nodded up to the stairs, you were pissed he edged you like that but you knew he was right.

''You owe me for them tights.'' You huffed, marching up the stairs as you did so.

''Trust me, every penny is worth it.'' He chuckled, holding multiple wine bottles.

You both walked back into the room, and the team had obviously given up with the jenga and were sat chatting drunkenly.

''Where have you two been?'' Rossi asked, whilst Emily raised her brow smirking.

''We went to get wine! And I showed Aaron here my gorgeous car that's sat outside.'' You shrugged, lying through your teeth for an excuse to why you were so long. The team had actually believed you aswell, you thanked the alcohol on this occasion.

''I made tiramisu! I completely forgot! Anyone up for dessert?'' Rossi stood, clapping his hands together as he did so.

''You know I'm a slut for your desserts!'' You jumped, linking arms with Rossi as you all ran to the kitchen. You all sat around the island, you had sat on the edge meaning you only had a sat next to you on one side. Emily sat across from you as everyone else was loitering around the kitchen.

''So JJ huh?'' You raised a brow, speaking quietly as you did so.

'' Hotch huh? We will swap numbers and have a girls night. I need someone to vent too!'' Emily grinned, before everyone else joined the table. Of course Aaron had made sure he sat beside you.

Rossi started to plate out the dessert, and Aaron topped up all the wine.

''Rossi this is eugh perfect as ever.'' You moaned into

your spoon as everyone began to talk.

''Slut for dessert huh? Not the only thing your a slut for.'' Hotch muttered quietly, so only you could hear. You went to reply but you felt his hand on your thigh and you froze.

His hand slowly made its way back up the puddle it had earlier created, you felt his finger slowly flick against your wet folds making you moan into your food.

''So hotch, do we get the day off tomorrow?'' Derek grinned drunkenly, hotch laughed and turned to his team. His fingers still circling your clit as he spoke.

''I suppose, that's if we don't have a case.'' He nodded, a smirk on his lips.

''Hotch must be drunk, a day off!?'' Garcia nearly jumped from her chair, making Spencer start to go into a fit of giggles as she banged her leg.

You couldn't even focus on their conversation, you tried and tried you just couldn't. The fact he was talking to the team as if though he wasn't fingering you under the table, drove you crazy.

''You can all stay here tonight if you need! I doubt soon you'll be in any state to get home.'' Rossi chuckled.

''That means more shots!'' Emily whooped.

''You in (y/n)!'' She asked, Aaron looked to you. His hand over his mouth hiding his smirk, waiting for you to answer.

''Please! As if i would miss out of shots!'' You managed to giggle out, trying your hardest not to concentrate as he forced his two fingers into you. He pumped into you slow, before picking up his pace. You were dying to make a noise, you were so close to your climax it was painful for you to hold it in.

In order to maintain some control you moved your hand to his thigh, immediately you felt his body stiffen at your touch. He was talking to Derek about a case they had just worked, and you could tell he was struggling to keep his composure as you slowly trailed your hand to the bulge in his trousers. He moved his hand away from you, you nearly whimpered at the lack contact but you carried on teasing him.

Fuck he's huge.

Your fingers slowly caresses his cock through his trousers, you squeezed slightly making him slam his glass on the table a little too harshly.

''Are you ok?'' Derek asked, making you quickly remove your hand and quietly snicker as the whole table turned to him.

''Yeah, me? Fine!'' Hotch managed to compose himself, before glaring at you as though you crossed the line. Making you smirk.

''Mi Amor! Where's my invite!'' You knew exactly who that voice belonged too, Raff. The whole table spun to see who had walked in.

''You just weren't invited obviously.'' You spoke bluntly, before busting into laughter and running over to him.

''Your funny sweetheart.'' He chuckled, kissing you on the head as the team stared at him.

''That is the most perfect man I've EVER seen!'' Penelope gasped, whilst Aaron looked at you confused.

''This is Raffael, (y/n)'s partner in crime.'' Rossi chuckled before passing him a plate of tiramisu and a glass of wine. The others looked confused, you had been flirting with hotch all night and you could tell they thought this was your boyfriend.

'' And definitely not my boyfriend!'' You rolled your eyes before walking him over to the table.

''I was about to say!'' Emily laughed.

''Why would've it been bad if I was your boyfriend? But no, I've been out with one of my many men.'' Raffael laughed, confused why everyone was so glad they weren't together and trying to make it clear he was gay.

''(y/n) here has found herself a little crush, can you guess who?'' Rossi chuckled, making you throw him a death glare. Not just a crush, he was just finger fucking you under the table.

''This one?'' Raffael nodded to Aaron, of course he knew. He's known me for way too long.

''Aaron.'' Hotch held out his hand, watch Raffael smirked and shook politely.

''Now I'm unfortunately just here to bring a flying message, I'm staying at Xavier's tonight. I forgot my phone so came to pick it up and tell you!'' Raff laughed, before hugging Rossi and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

''See you tomorrow darling!'' He shouted, before practically running out of the door to his next date.

''I thought hotch was going to have a heart attack.'' Spencer joked, making you turn as the team fell into a rumble of laughter.

''Shots?'' You raised a shot glass, making the girls fly out of their seats.

****

You were all truly pissed out of your brains, you were laid on the floor giggling with Emily currently about JJ.

''It's been about 3 months, nobody has even guessed it but you!'' Emily slurred.

''Your both hot as fuck, you make the hottest couple I swear.'' You laughed before JJ came to join you both and you quickly changed topic.

You decided to leave them too it, and you managed to stand yourself up. You looked around to see Rossi sat talking to hotch, Derek, spencer and Garcia all playing Jenga again at the other side of the room. You decided to go talk to Rossi, as you hadn't seen him all night.

Not because Aaron was there...

''Are you going to let me sit boys?'' You raised a brow at Aaron and Rossi. Rossi was sat on the left hand side, whilst Aaron was laid across the Sofa with his feet up.

''I'm not gonna move.'' Aaron grinned, extremely drunkenly. You raised a brow, before pulling his leg open and sitting between them. In your drunken haze you decided to lay back between his legs and your head on his chest.

''That's a way to sit down.'' Rossi teased.

''Make yourself comfortable then.'' Hotch chuckled, before gently picking you up like were nothing and placed you at the side of his body and put his arm around you. You were now laid with your back to the back of the Sofa, him laid beside you and your arm on his chest.

''Are you sure you two only met hours ago, are you sure this is Aaron Hotchner?'' Rossi raised a brow, nodding to the both of you.

''One and only.'' Hotch snickered.

''I'm kinda jealous she walks half naked around your house now.'' He added making you roll your eyes.

''That's because I'm Rossi's bestfriend.'' You shrugged which made Aaron raise a brow.

''Cmon Dave, who's your bestfriend. Me or her?'' He asked, deadly serious this time.

''I ain't picking.'' Rossi held his hands up, before walking away to join Spence, Garcia and Derek.

''He prefers me.'' You grinned.

''In your dreams.'' Hotch smirked back.

''Are you still not wearing any underwear?'' He muttered into your hair.

''What'd you think?'' You smirked, you felt his hand snake down to your ass when nobody was looking.

''I can't keep my hands off you, especially that ass of yours. You literally made my cock twinge in that bikini.'' He chuckled, taking a hard squeeze of your ass and of course, you whimpered.

'' You sound so fucking pretty.'' He practically moaned at the sound of you.

''You do know, my place is only 250 yards away?'' You smirked, your hand trailing down his shirt.

''The team will notice.'' He laughed.

''I think they already know their boss wants to fuck me, they will know exactly where we are.. but who cares?'' You questioned, standing up. He looked up to you, a smirk plastered on his face as he took your hand and slipped his shoes on. You managed to sneak of the living room un noticed, and through to the patio.

'' Why didn't we just use the front door?'' Hotch asked, pinning you to the fence.

''This way is quicker.'' You grinned, before pushing him away and drunkenly climbing the fence. You turned back to see him follow you..

And fuck he looked good climbing over.

He was now just in his shirt and slacks, his suit jacket and tie were still in Rossi's living room. The top buttons had flew open, and exposed the top of his tanned muscular chest.

You slid open your back door which lead to your kitchen, the moment you closed the door behind you he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you again the counter.

''Finally.. you ready to see what I'm capable of now little girl?'' He mused, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate rush of passion. Your hands practically assaulted his whole body, tearing his shirt open to reveal the body that had been hidden under it. You gasped aloud at the sight of him.

His large broad shoulders, his strong and toned muscular chest. The big arms, that veins trailed down to his large veiny hands that he had been using on you.

''Like what you see?'' He smirked, before pulling off your vest and then rolling your tights down your leg. It was seconds before he had ripped the shirt open and threw it on the floor.

''Because I like what I see.. jesus.'' His eyes raked over your naked form slowly, coughing slightly from choking on his saliva at the sight of you. He grabbed you harshly, picking you up and you wrapped your legs around him.

''First room on the right upstairs.'' You smirked, before his lips attacked yours again. Your fingers gripped into his hair, and across his strong broad shoulders. His held on to your thighs tightly as he carried you up, he turned around to push the door open with his back and threw you on your bed like a rag doll.

''Make sure to tell me if you can't take it.'' He raised a brow, kicking of his shoes and his trousers. Leaving him stood in his boxers.

God those thighs were even better with nothing on.

''Do your worst.'' You smirked, he seemed to like the sound of that. He pushed your legs apart, laying himself between your legs. His thumb slowly circled your clit and you could finally let out the moans you had been holding.  You couldn't take your eyes off him, you watched him spit against your clit and you nearly climaxed at the sight. Your hand fell to his hair as you felt his tongue against you.

''Aaron I- fuck.'' You moaned out, as you did you left his tongue leave you clit and you instantly whined.

''Call me daddy or sir, or I won't let you cum at all.'' He dared, before burying his head back between your thighs. You rolled your head back in pleasure, and bucked your hips up to take more of his tongue. You felt his palm flat on your stomach, before pushing you back down.

''Daddy I need more.'' You breathed out, you felt him smirk against your pussy.

''Pathetic little whore.'' He chuckled, before pumping two fingers into you and his tongue lapped your dripping wet folds. The way he spoke to you made you even more aroused. He suddenly started kissing up your stomach and then grabbed your tit with his hand and then slowly licked around your other before bringing your nipple between his teeth. You let out a embarrassingly loud moan at the feeling. Without warning he suddenly flipped you over, and pulled your ass into the air and shifted behind you.

Both hands grabbed your ass, and his tongue began to lick and suck down your clit and pussy. Your head was buried into your pillow, your hands clenching at duvet to balance yourself. He relentlessly flicked his tongue against you making you start to whimper loudly.

Your climax began to hit you, you become immediately weak and you felt Aaron use his strength to hold you up. Your body began to tremble at his tongues assault. The heat and pleasure washed over you and you came crying his name into your pillow as he licked your mess up between your legs.

''That's a good little girl, now we are far from finished.'' He smirked, he flipped you back over and pulled you to the edge by your ankles. He only laughed as he looked at your face.

''God, you look throughly fucked already.'' He states smugly, before kicking off his boxers. His length sprung free and hit his toned stomach. Your eyes widened, you knew it was huge but holy shit.

''I-''

''You can take it brat.'' He ordered, opening your mouth with his fingers before pushing his dick down your throat. You instantly grabbed his thighs and fell to your knees. His hand was wrapped in the back of your hair as he face fucked you, you took every inch down your throat. His balls smashing into your chin as he picked up momentum at sound of you choking

on him.

You managed to gain control and slowly took all of him in, you slowly sucked at the top before quickly forcing his whole shaft into your throat. As your mouth hit the base of his dick, you looked up to meet his eyes.

''God, you fucking whore. Do you know how slutty you look with my cock down your throat, huh?'' He growled, before slamming his cock into your mouth. Your eyes watered, and you could feel the mascara sticking down your face with your salty tears.

He pulled out of your mouth, and pulled you up to stand up. You fell slightly, weak on your legs. Be grabbed your face and pulled it close to him, ''Thought you could handle me huh? You can barely stand and I haven't even stuffed your pretty little pussy with my cock yet.'' He mused, his eyes darkening as he looked at you nearly crumbling at his mercy,

''Cocky little bitch, weren't you?'' He raised a brow, throwing you onto the bed. He knelt between your legs, before pulling one against his shoulder. He looked down over you again.

'' I can't wait to watch you try take this.'' He grinned, lining himself up with your wet pussy and taking one, hard thrust into you.

''Aar- Daddy i-'' you couldn't even finish a sentence, your mouth hung open with pleasure. He leant against your leg, before picking up a pace. He pounded into you, you looked up to him and it rendered you breathless once again. His head tilted back, his mouth hanging open slightly before hissing between his teeth.

He then took his whole length out of you, before quickly thrusting back into you. He stuffed his cock into you with such a pace it started to make you dizzy, only his hand suddenly around your throat made you snap out of your dizziness. The pressure of his fingers around you made you whimper once more.

Pulling out of you, he fell back on his knees and grabbed you, hard enough to leave bruises. He pulled you onto your knees, and turned you towards the mirror beside your bed. You stayed on your knees, before feeling his cock enter you again from

behind.

''Watch me fuck you, come on whore. Tell me how badly you want daddy's cock. I know your holding back'.'' He groaned into your neck, you looked into the mirror and saw your tits bouncing violently in rhythm to with his thrusts. You looked away for a second before a hand grabbed your chin and forced you back to the mirror.

''You feel so good, I've never been fucked like this shit I-.'' You managed to whimper out, as you watched him staring at you in the mirror.

''I'm the only man who fuck's you like you want, the way you deserve it. I think it's time for you to stop fucking boys and fuck a man.'' He growled, slipping his two fingers into your mouth and making you choke onto them.

''God look at you, you look a fucking mess slut.'' He chuckled slightly into your neck, before pushing you forward. You feel into your mattress and couldn't even steady yourself.

'' All fours. Now.'' He ordered. You managed to pull yourself onto your knees and steady yourself with your hands. Before you could respond, he buried his cock into from behind. One hand gripping you so hard it was sure to leave bruises and the other started to spank you.

''Count them.'' He moaned. His pace was unbearable and he was hitting spots so deep you even struggled to stay conscious.

The jolt from his hand hitting your skin make you scream, ''ONE!''

'’Good girl for daddy.'' He smirked before, pulling you back by your neck, so far that he managed to spit in your mouth once more.

He soon let go, making you fall back onto your weakening hands. Soon as you did; he landed another hard slap onto your ass.

''FUC- TWO'' you cried out pathetically, the sting was now settling in but it didn't outweigh the pleasure.

''Oh can't the little whore handle at least one more?'' He teased you, before using all his force for the next hit.

''TH- THREE.'' You screamed, the tears of pain and pleasure now streaming down your face.

''God, I never thought I'd spend this evening ruining your pretty little cunt.'' He groaned, his pace now becoming sloppier as you tightened around him ready for orgasm.

''Come with me little girl.'' He moaned with you this time, at his command you felt yourself succumbing to your second orgasm. You felt every inch of you began to twinge slightly and the pleasure washed over you as you heard him moan loudly as he filled you up cum.

As your orgasm began to wear off, your whole body collapsed into your bedsheets. Causing a deep chuckle to the side of you.

''I'll be back.'' He softly brushed your hair off you, before running to your en suite. He came back and cleaned the both of you up before laying down beside you.

''Knew you wouldn't be able to take it.'' He smirked to himself smugly, closing his eyes with his arms behind his head.

''God your a smug bastard.'' You huffed, laughing slightly as you did. You tried to shuffle closer to him, but you just ended up wincing.

''You love it aswell.'' He raised a brow, before pulling you closer to him.

''As much as I'd love to just fall asleep beside you right now, we both left our phone's over at Rossi's.'' You grumbled, pulling yourself up and throwing a pair of underwear and a long T-shirt over you.

''Your right; I need mine in case we get called in.'' Hotch grumbled.

''You can borrow some of raff's clothes if you want, that suit cannot be comfy.'' You smirked, throwing him a pair of joggers and a hoodie.

Sexy in a suit & in casuals.

''You do realise they are going to know.'' You raised a brow, as you both began to walk downstairs as you took off your makeup with a wipe.

''Yes... and for once I couldn't care less.'' He shrugged.

''Before we go, are you going to admit that I just ruined you?'' He chuckled making you punch him gently.

''Yes you did. Now, if you ever want to do it again I suggest you shh!'' You laughed.

aaron hotchner x reader

Pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

Word count: 3.9k, another small one for you!

Summary: An case turns more than explicit when you and your hot boss have to work together as a sugar daddy situation.

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D’s relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting.

A/N: another super small fic for you guys! a little gap filler from the other bigger stories! But just as much action ;)

''We have a case.''

Those four words had all of you up to the briefing room in seconds and pulled you away from your desks immediately.

''Our day finally got I interesting!'' Derek smiled, jogging to the side of you. He was right. You hadn't had a case in two weeks and frankly it made you bored out of your brain, all of the team loved the thrill of a case even if they wouldn't say it aloud but we all knew that's why we did this job.

''I hate that we are at the point that 3 murders are interesting.'' Rossi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with a tinge of a smile across his lips. You took your usual seat between Rossi and Emily, giving you perfect view of your hot boss, before being handed the new case file.

Nothing better than a murder case on a Tuesday morning eh?

''Looks like my date tonight is cancelled.'' Rossi sighed as he scanned over the case file.

''Working on wife number four I see.'' Derek teased making the team laugh in unison, except for the ever so cold Hotch of course. Hot as fuck, but a total hard ass.

''Let's get started.'' Hotch stated, everyone of course shutting up at the unit chief's demand.

''NYPD has asked us to investigate a series of murder's that have been occurring through the affluent areas of Manhattan. There's 2 women dead & tortured in less than a week. Killing both within the space of two days.'' JJ spoke, flicking through the slide as she went.

''Any connections between the two women?'' Spencer quipped.

''None so far other than the women are both brunette, green eyes, early 20's and over average height for a woman of their age. Both considered to be extremely attractive.'' JJ returned, nodding towards the board with the pictures of the two women on screen. You paused for a moment. Noticing they looked a lot like you.

Derek nodded, ''So are we looking for a preferential sexual sadist? These girls have an eerie amount of similar qualities, in fact they look exactly alike.''

‘'You'd think so but there's no signs of sexual assault, it's just the physical torture and murder by strangulation.'' Hotch stated, standing up and gathering the case files as he did so.

''We have another 24 hours approximately before the next girl is murdered. That's if, he's sticking to his pattern and not devolving.'' You added before joining the team in collecting all your notes and files.

''Wheels up in thirty.''

****

You were sat in your usual seat on the jet, now sat next to Spencer who had his head in his book. You'd gone over the case and were waiting on Garcia for extra information on the two women.

''So Rossi who's the flavour of the month?'' You teased looking over to him, Derek removing his headphones to join the conversation.

''Think again (y/n), not a chance I'm giving you a name. I know you too well, your part online stalker part FBI agent.'' Rossi laughed, forcing you to roll your eyes and chuckle back. It was a small reminder of when Rossi had asked you to search one of his dates on Facebook and in minutes you'd found her address, her star sign, her pets name, her extended family and where she'd gone on holiday when she was a child. You both had grown close, and he tried to force you to go into competition with Garcia of who could do a background check the quickest.

''Your no fun.'' You pouted and lightly nudged him from the seat across with your foot.

''You could at least tell us something about her.'' Emily tried to push him to give us any kind of information but you knew not to bet on the fact that he would.

Before he could respond the ever bouncy Penelope popped up on the Jet's screen, pulling you all away from the activities that were keeping you busy.

''I have found something, and when I mean something I mean something!'' She beamed, extremely impressed with herself. Which of course she should be, she's an absolute whizz.

''So I delved into both the girls most recent contacts, calls and messaging history, website usage and their bank account trails. Now here's the thing, what 20 year old college student with no registered job have weekly payments put into her account which range from $5,000 dollars to $15,000? By correlating that with there web usage and recent contacts ive found they both work as sugar babies. Probably to get them through college and it seems there very high-maintenance life style.'' Garcia added, all of it making sense as she did. I mean those girls definitely didn't deserve to die, but this link was too good to say there lifestyle wasn't a reason. I applaud them for the lifestyle I must say.. get that bread get that head you smirked to yourself.

''Get that bread?'' Hotch raised a brow, your face flushed with embarrassment. You did not say that aloud.

Sometimes your a fucking idiot.

You cleared your throat before trying to scramble your words out, ''Nothing. Nothing. Anyway, so it's obvious who ever is killing these girls is targeting these girls based on their lifestyle. Whether it be the sugar daddy himself or another unsub.''

''Surely it has to be a crossover between their so called sugar daddy, we connect him from the girls details and there we have the killer?'' JJ raised a brow, almost to say this was too simple.

''I don't think it is. Sugar daddies are supposed to be discreet of course, but one wouldn't risk killing two of his girls. It would be way too obvious, we'd find him through the money trail or talking to the girls acquaintances, these girls make sure to tell people close to them where they are going for there own safety. Most have regular customers who they have close relationships with. We won't find the killer by looking to see if the girls share the same 'daddy', even if they do it won't be him. The men tend to have one sugar baby not multiple and they wouldn't kill someone so obvious that could be linked to them. These men are rich billionaires, there not stupid.'' You stated, everyone staring at you as you did.

''How do you know this?'' Spencer grinned playfully making you roll your eyes.

‘'I'm a girl who partied her way through college and had tons of girlfriends who did stuff like this. I know a few things.'' You shrugged, before the whole of the team came into a discussion on the profile of the unsub.

***

It had been two days since you landed in NYC and you had delivered a profile, another body had turned up but you know knew the unsubs hunting ground. You were stood in your temporary NYPD office debating your next moves.

''His hunting ground is 1 Oak in lower Manhattan, it's a extremely exclusive club one which he has enough power and money to get into. He will be hunting tonight and we will be there. We will be sending agents in undercover.'' Hotch stated

''Who's going in?'' The detective asked, at this point you were zoned out of the conversation and your eyes wandering over hotch. His tall figure stood with absolute authority, and it made you a little weak at the knees at the sight of him.

''Who'd you think?'' Rossi grinned, you got pulled from your thoughts when you noticed the whole team looking at you. Oh no.

''Me?'' You raised a brow crossing your arms, nobody had even discussed this with you. Not that you minded, being undercover in the field was quite exhilarating.

''You do look exactly like the victims (y/n) it's actually abit freaky.'' Emily added, flicking between you and the picture of the 3 girls.

''We need somebody who's going to appeal to him, he has a type clearly for leggy, hot brunettes. I don't think you are oblivious to the fact of how people look at you (y/n)''. Hotch spoke, his words nearly making your eyeballs burst from your sockets. You weren't the only one the whole team was now staring at hotch, mouth's opened and eyes wide.

''Excuse me?'' You spluttered, internally freaking out that your hot boss had just said that to you.

''Is that so surprising? I don't think there's a member of this team that doesn't have eyes for you.'' Hotch admitted, before looking back to his notes. It was silent for a moment, the team sharing shocked glances towards one another and you just stood with your cheeks burning. At this point the detective had left and it was just you and the team.

''I don't know what to say.. other than the fact your all a little eye candy for me.'' You laughed it off awkwardly so we could swiftly move on, which the team seemed to happily do as they all laughed with you.

''So who's going in with me? He's purposely looking for a sugar baby and her daddy.'' You asked, looking towards anyone but Hotch for the answer.

''I will!'' Morgan bounced up making you laugh slightly at his willingness.

''Your too young Derek, the unsub wants to see the young woman and the older dominant male.'' Spencer added, making your stomach drop. It was either Hotch or Rossi, one who you had a major sexual tension for and the other someone you saw as your bestfriend/father figure.

''I'll do it.'' Your unit chief announced, you wouldn't say you were that upset about it.. Although it was now slightly weird after his confession earlier.

Nobody argued against it, so looks like it was you and Hotch.

It had been hours since you left the NYPD, you were now in your hotel room getting ready for your undercover sugar daddy date. You were wearing a deep black silk dress with two small straps, with a low cut cowl neckline. The dress was slim fit on you and hugged your waist comfortably and stopped just under your knee but had a slight on the right side sitting dangerously high on your thigh. You had paired it with a strappy heel and your long brunette locks curled down to your waist.

Even you fancied yourself at this point.

The members of your team were also coming into the club, Emily with Derek and Spencer with JJ as extra eyes and ears. Rossi was in charge of the swat team that would be waiting outside the building.

You slid on your rings and jewellery before placing the currently switched off earpiece into your ear. A knock at your hotel room door stopped you from tidying up your makeup.

You opened the door to see Emily and Derek at the other side of the door.

''Hotch was right, I do fancy you.'' Emily laughed, eyes wide and raking over your dress.

''Fuck I love that dress.'' She added, practically squealing at you. Both of them looked amazing, Derek in a tight blue suit and Emily in a short red dress.

''Both of you look amazing! Now come on mamma's we have a killer to catch!'' Derek smiled as you locked the door behind you and started to make your way down to the reception where the rest of the team were waiting.

You had reached reception and immediately Hotch caught your eye.

Fuck.

He was stood talking to Rossi, both hands tucked into his slacks. He looked divine. He was dressed in black pants, a black blazer and a olive green shirt which was unbuttoned at the top. His clothes clung to his muscular, toned body and left nothing to the imagination of what was underneath. His hair was slick, but fluffy and light like he'd just showered. His Rolex was clasped around his wrists and you could see the veins in the top of his hand.. imagine him using them around your throat and down on your..

Stop that's your fucking boss woman!

But then, he caught you in the corner of his eye. He turned and his eyes raked over your body, taking every inch of you in. His mouth opened ever so slightly and he fidgeted with his feet.

''You look like the perfect victim for the unsub.'' Rossi laughed making your mouth open wide and you playfully slapped him on the arm.

‘'Let's go.'' Hotch cleared his throat, you could tell you'd affected him but now quite sure how.

***

You arrived at the club and the reality hit you that you were going to have to flirt with your boss, the one who you couldn't even look at without wishing for him to do all sorts of filth to you.

Hotch left you sat in one of the booths as he went to go get a drink for the both of you, you looked to your surrounding and noticed it was incredibly busy. The unsub was definitely here, just who?

''I got you the pink gin that you asked for, only a single because I don't fancy you pissed on the case.'' Hotch grinned cheekily, which took you back straight away. He wasn't usually like this at all.

''I'm no lightweight!'' You argued, hotch laughing as you did so.

''Everytime the the team go out your always drunk out of your mind (y/n).'' He grinned making you roll your eyes, he wasn't exactly wrong.

''Whatever! Anyway back to why we are here! How do we make sure to get the unsubs attention?'' You asked, as you did he moved closer to you. His arm went round the back of your head and leant against the booth, he was leant towards you with his glass of bourbon in his hand.

''With how you look tonight I'm sure we could just sit by and wait, I know you'll of already clocked his eye.'' He smirked, once again shocking you to the core. Hotch wasn't like this, well he never showed this side at all.

''If I wasn't wrong I'd say your flirting at me sir, and he needs to see us act like we are together but then he needs to witness money switching hands.'' You leaned closer, you were both doing this to keep on a act for the unsub right? Before you could say anything further Hotch had pulled your hair from your face, and knocked down your dress strap to your shoulder. He leaned his face into your neck and you nearly lost your sanity with his hot breath on your neck.

''This is the most enjoyment I've had undercover in my whole career.'' Hotch muttered against your neck, slightly biting and feathering kisses as he went.

You knew your earpieces were switched off, and the team was positioned at the other end of the club watching for anyone who stood out. They wouldn't see you unless they moved positions.

Your breath was shaky as you spoke, '' Hotch pay me, it needs to look like I'm with you purely for the money.''

As you practically moaned your words out, hotch pulled back slightly. His hand going into his wallet and pulling out stacks of hundreds that he had brought to the club. He took a swig of his drink as you placed the money into your bag before leaning closer into him.

''Now (y/n) we need to make a show,  call me Aaron.'' He muttered, his face inches from yours. His hand grabbed your cheek and the other ghosted your bare thigh.

Kiss him

Kiss him

It's only for the case..

And you did.

At first the kiss was gentle, tentative like you both didn't know how to react. Then it deepened, you had never been kissed like this in your life. His kiss was tough but soft and full of desperation like he needed you. You moaned into his lips as his tongue meshed with yours, he tasted of bourbon and peppermint like he'd been chewing gum.

His hands grabbed at your thigh and pulled you in closer to him, you wanted him so badly to give you more.

''Let's go somewhere more private, it gives him the opportunity to follow us.'' Hotch pulled back, his breathing erratic and his eyes full of lust for you.

Why did this have to happen on a case and not in your bedroom.

''Bathroom?'' You raised a brow, he nodded and held your waist as you stood. He held you close and his hold on your waist was painfully tight. You pushed your way through everyone before finding the bathrooms.

Aaron practically pushed you in, locking the door behind him. Before you could open your mouth to speak he had lifted you onto the bathroom sink and stood between your legs. No words were shared and he crashed his lips to yours, his hand in your hair and another high on your thigh.

''I've seen the way you look at me.'' He stopped, muttering into your neck. His hot breath fanning across your earlobe causing a shiver down your spine.

''I see how desperate you want me to fuck you. You can barely concentrate on your job when I'm around.'' He smirked against your neck, causing you to blush with embarrassment.

''I want you so bad Aaron.'' You moaned out as his hand travelled up your stomach to your tits. With that he pulled down both your straps, meaning the dress loosened around your chest and fell to your stomach. Your tits exposed as you hadn't worn a bra.

He immediately took your hardened nipple into his mouth and his hand ghosted over your underwear.

''I've barely fucking touched you, what kind of whore gets this wet so quick? God your begging for me.'' He exhaled as he pulled your lace underwear aside, his two fingers circled against your clit. He took it slow and you couldn't help but whimper under his touch and against his lips as he violently kissed you. Your hands fumbled with his shirt buttons to expose more of his toned chest and you fondled his whole torso, god he's even more ripped that you thought.

His lips left yours, slowly trailing kisses from your neck to your tits. Then up your thighs to your throbbing pussy. It felt like heaven when his mouth came into contact with you clit. You grabbed a fistful of his hair and moaned his name as he buried his head between your thighs.

His tongue teasingly swiped up and down your dripping folds, then into a circular motion. This man knew how to use his tongue fuck. He carried on using his tongue before he inserted two of his big fingers into you. You nearly screamed at the stimulation of it all.

''Come on you slut, come on my fingers and face.'' You moaned at his words and completely let yourself go, you felt the warmth rush through your body and the trembling started as you tightened your grip on his hair. Screaming his name you released onto him.

He pulled his fingers out before shoving them into your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers only set you off even more. He then lined himself up, looking at you for re assurance behind he pounded into you.

Your moans filled the bathroom and you soon had come accustomed to his size. You could see him looking at this cock going into you, then back to your tits then back to your face.

''God you look pretty.'' He hissed, thrusting deeper into you at a much faster pace. His hand now gripped your neck, lightly choking you. You moaned his name only making him squeeze harder.

''You feel so good.. sir'' You moaned, this time his eyes widened at you before a wicked smirk crossed his face. He loved that.

''Sir? Are you trying to make me fuck you senseless you little bitch?'' He grunted, a smile innocently crossing your lips before your lips fell back into a '0' as he pulled out of you. He flipped you round so you were looking at yourself in the mirror.

''Watch me fuck you.'' He growled, thrusting back into you. You loved watching him. His head had fallen to your shoulder, your dress was hiked up round your thighs but fallen down your chest. He was watching you tits bouncing in the mirror before grabbing your ass and snaking to your clit.

''Cum again whore, again for me.'' He muttered into your neck, his fingers circled your clit again in time with his sloppy thrusts.

And you did.

You both released together, moaning one another names as you did so. Your body felt heavy for your second orgasm and you couldn't even support yourself. He quickly grabbed tissue and cleaned his mess before clothing himself and pulling your dress back up.

''Wanted to finish in your mouth, but we've got to have your pretty face looking presentable as we go back out.'' He grinned, a smirk plastered on your face too.'

''Im sure I can sort that next time, I've been told I give pretty good head.'' You gave him a wicked smile, before fixing his hair softly.

'' I bet you do.'' He winked, before clicking his earpiece on, you did the same as you left the bathroom. That's when it happened.

You felt a hand on your arm, then something to the back of your head.

It was the unsub.

You couldn't see his face as he had a gun to your head and his arm now around your neck. Hotch looked at you trying to reassure you the best he could.

''What are you doing!'' Hotch yelled to the unsub, trying to play on with our whole undercover persona.

''I'm going to fucking kill her! She's just like the rest! She doesn't want you! She wants your money! A skank who can't make her own! She's like the women who stole my father off my mother!'' The unsub yelled, there's the trigger and reason for his rage. Before hotch could respond Rossi, the team and swat agents had infiltrated the room. He immediately dropped me and I scattered over behind Rossi and hotch.

What a night.

You were now in the cars heading back to the hotel, you were with Emily, Rossi and hotch. You were all relived another psycho was off the streets and decided to stay for another day or so to celebrate your win. But for tonight you were all going back to the hotel to bed.

''Hey, where did you two even disappear too?'' Emily chimed from the front seat with Rossi. This was the first time you'd looked hotch in the eye since you'd arrested the unsub and panic was strung across your face.

''We went to the bathroom, we thought if we took him to a more secluded area he'd strike.'' Hotch shrugged nonchalantly, making you internally sigh in relief. You went back to look out of the car window when you felt your phone buzz.

Hotch: want to join me in my room?

You smirked.

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Pairing: aaron hotchner x reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: You’d been dating your boss behind the team’s back for quite awhile now, but after a case and back at your hotel room the team find you in a compromising position.

Warnings: 18+, explicit content, extreme smut, degradation, D’s relationship, brat kink, mild violence, heavy flirting, mention’s of knife play and scene of gun play.

''I love this right off the bat.'' You grinned, scanning through the case file. It was a serial killer who was embalming his victims!

''What exactly do you love about it.'' Garcia questioned you, a puzzled look across her face.

''Well I lov- I'll tell you what. I love it when serial killers have a fun little thing.'' You shrugged casually, before seeing the team staring at you like you were a ghost.

''Don't get me wrong, I don't approve of serial killers. But I think if your going to kill a bunch of people, you might as well have some fun with it.'' You laughed awkwardly, Derek snickering at you as you spoke.

''I feel like you have baseball cards of this guy.'' Emily shook her head in disbelief, you could sense a tinge of amusement in her voice

''I absolutely do not!'' You chuckled, rolling your eyes at her, making Rossi shoot you a questioning look.

''They don't make them though, do they?'' You asked.

''If they did you would probably own them (y/n).'' Spencer teased, making the team laugh.

''So would you Spencer! You'd be like I'll trade you a gacy fo-''

''I'll trade you a gacy for a zodiac.'' Spencer interrupted, laughing along with you. The team both looked at you both like you were crazy.

''I think this job is twisting your minds.'' Derek mumbled into his file.

''I'd have to agree.'' Hotch showed a slight grin, which didn't go unnoticed to the rest of the team. Now, you had been seeing Hotch for the past 3 months under the team' noses. The relationship was like nothing you'd expected from your incredibly hot boss. It was full of expensive dates, hot & rough sex with tons of love and aftercare to go with. It was crazy how attracted you were to the man.

And it was even crazier how hard it was to hide from a team of profilers.

At the beginning of working at the BAU, Hotch had hated you. He could never keep control of you, he found you too hard-headed and extremely vulgar. He had soon learned to warm up to you, and all the attributes that used to annoy him he started to admire in you.

As for the test of the team; they were all your best friend's and you treat them like family. They were the closest people to you in the whole of your life, you worked with them, shopped with them and went out with them at every possibility. You were surprised how oblivious they were to you and Hotch's relationship. He practically couldn't tear his eyes away from you, neither could you at him. At every opportunity he could get, he would be teasing you any way he could right under the team's noses.

They did, however, notice how different Hotch would suddenly act on random occasions. He'd smile more, laugh more and even crack jokes around the team. Of course a normality to you, but a completely different world for the team.

''Wheel's up in 30.'' Hotch's sharp tone snapped you out of your thoughts.

''Agent (y/l/n), may I speak with you before we fly?'' He raises a brow, meanwhile the team were picking up their case files and going to grab their go bags.

You didn't even think to question him when you saw the look he was giving you, you knew it meant you were in deep shit. It didn't help he looked incredibly hot today, he was in a stone grey suit which clung his muscular, toned physique and his tight pants which practically stuck to his thighs. God, you wanted to trap your head between them. His hair was fluffy and tousled, just the way you liked it. His blood red Gucci tie fell across his pristine white shirt, that brought out his gorgeous big brown eyes and chiselled face.

And don't get me started on the hands, his huge and veiny big hands that you couldn't help but picture on your neck or between your thighs.

''And what can I do for you?'' You asked in a teasing tone, practically strutting into his office.

He locked the door, before stalking you to the edge of his desk.

''Do you care to explain what the fuck your wearing?'' He asked, a daring tone on his voice but a smirk trying not to break on the side of lips.

You knew he wouldn't of missed your outfit that you had worn today, it was a usual low-cut burgundy top paired with a skirt that fit you perfectly but because of your height it was painfully high and practically disappeared once you sat down. You'd thrown it on this morning in such a rush you hadn't even noticed.

''You have a pair of eyes honey, you tell me.'' You smirked, gently sitting on the edge of his desk as you did so.

In seconds, Hotch was stood between your legs, his face dangerously close to yours, ''Don't be fucking bratty (y/n). The whole team have been practically eye-fucking you all morning.''

''Well of course, I look that good.'' You shrugged, crossing your leg over the other. Hotch's eyes flicked from your face to your thighs, which your skirt was now hiked up to the point he could see your underwear from his view.

''I suggest you change into whatever attire is in your go bag, I don't need the detectives horny over you down at the station.'' He spoke, grinning as he did so.

''You will never control what I wear or when I'll wear it, but on this instance your correct.'' You laughed, patting his shoulder. Which made him raise a brow to you.

''Trust me, I wouldn't even dare to try,'' He chuckled, before leaning in to give you a short, but deep passionate kiss. You knew he wouldn't ever control you, you were woman who couldn't be tamed.

***

''Our Unsub is a white male, in his mid- to late twenties. He lives alone, in a large residence with enough space and ventilation to accommodate an embalming suite, also meaning he has an healthy of money to keep this going.'' Hotch stated, as we started to deliver our profile.

''He's awkward with people, especially women.'' Derek added.

''An inability to relate socially is common in homicidal necrophiles, because of the alterations to bodies we believe the unsub is attempting to recreate a woman he once loved.'' Emily stated.

''This could be a girlfriend, a wife or even a mother. Someone who left or died suddenly. This projection of the loved one, coupled with his need to preserve the victims through embalming is similar to the psychopathology of serial murderer Ed Gein.'' You spoke, before looking to Spencer to finish the profile.

''Gein had a Oedipal complex which he developed in the year's he nursed his paralysed mother back from a stroke. After she died, his obsession compelled him to dig up corpses of women who resembled his mother. So persistent with his desire to resurrect his dead mother, that he actually dressed in female suits fashioned from human skin. Eventually Gein grew unhappy with the flesh of dead bodies, which had a tendency to dry and crack, so he shifted his focus to live victims whose body he could better preserve. The evolution from dead to live victims will also be mirrored in our unsub's maturation.'' Spencer finished, before passing onto JJ.

''We've put together a list of incident reports prior to 2006, you're gonna want to follow up on these. Now, they are inappropriate postmortem conduct, cadaver theft, and graveyard disturbances.'' JJ started to pass out several files of lists for possible suspect cases as she spoke.

''60% of necrophiles work in the death business, so be sure to canvass local cemeteries, mortuaries and morgues. Since we have the killer's DNA, we are going to be sending you out with kits to swab potential suspects.'' Derek added to the profile.

As usual, Hotch finished up the profile, ''The odds of finding Brooke Lombardini alive are slim, but the quicker we identify the killer, the better her chances are. For her sake, let's work fast.''

It had been a couple of hours since you and the team had delivered the profile and you had to say this case was fucking crazy. You never realised how much dodgy stuff went unreported in a business sector like this. You'd all split to find more information on possible suspects, you had been put with Emily and Derek and now were standing at one of the biggest embalming studio's in town.

''That lawsuit is a joke, it's my job to prep the deceased, I was simply adjusting her clothing.'' The man you were currently questioning asked, his name was Issac Howl, the senior mortician in the company.

''By adjusting, you mean undressing.'' Emily questioned, a disapproving look written across her face.

''Look, man, I'm not here to judge you, we are looking for a killer. So if you want to prove your innocence, all you gotta do is say 'AHH'.'' Derek stated, showing the DNA kit from his pocket.

''We're looking for instances where graves have been disturbed, desecrations, exhumations. All female bodies, attractive ones.'' You asked, he turned to face you and he looked as he almost was about to laugh. How was that funny?

''Nobody's attractive once they've been in the ground.'' He snickered at you.

''They would've been recent burials.'' You added, choosing to ignore his last comment.

''No I haven't had anything like that, an older grave got ransacked a couple of years ago. The body was just a pile of bones, they stripped it clean though. Made off with the jewellery and the dress. It-it happens in the industry, and we put a stop to it when it does.'' He shrugged, too casually which seemed to piss Derek off.

''You don't report it to the police?'' Derek pressed, the man becoming extremely defensive when asked.

''Well, we.. like to keep that kind of thing quiet.'' The man confessed, making Emily roll her eyes. I understand that, this man seemed abit of a scumbag.

''A killer is dressing up his dead victims and violating them, maybe quiet isn't the best way to go.'' You scoffed.

''He dresses them up?'' He suddenly asked, his face looked intrigued.

''Does that mean something to you?'' Emily replied, furrowing her brows at him and crossing her arms.

''We hired an apprentice awhile back, odd guy. Even for this business. I didn't like the attention he paid to the female cadavers, I come to find out he liked to do their makeup. Put a wig on them, and such.'' He answered, finally giving you some information to move forward with.

''He fits the profile.'' Derek stated, both you and Emily nodding in unison.

''We need his name and address.'' Emily spoke, a promising tone to her voice. This looked good.

''Ivan Bakunas, here's his details.'' The man smiled, finally relieved we were leaving him along it seemed. He passed you all a small file before showing you back to the entrance.

You grabbed your cell and called hotch.

''Hotchner.'' He answered, sharp as always. His voice went straight to your core, and a small pang of disappointment hit you when you realised you haven't spoken to him all day.

''We think we have him.'' You answered back just as sharp, hinting to the fact you were with Emily and Derek.

***

The case wrapped itself up pretty quickly. After refusing a DNA test, Isaac was brought in and interrogated with no luck but after a warrant was issued we took a DNA test and there was a positive match.

You were relieved to be heading back home, after this case as it had been back to back with another. You were exhausted, but excited to finally spend some time with Hotch. Unfortunately, you weren't flying till the morning and were huddled up inside your hotel room once more.

You were currently laid on the bed after a long, well deserved shower and had dried your hair so you decided to relax in your robe.

Before you could even grab the remote to switch on your tv the phone beside you buzzed.

Hotch🐴🍆: you alone? I miss you.

You: I'm alone, practically naked too. Room 224, bring your bags with you. I fancy actually sharing a bed with you for the first time in a week. <3

Hotch🐴🍆: already left my room, bag in hand.

You grinned to yourself, quickly jumping off the bed and spraying perfume to add that extra freshness. You scrambled to tidy up, the man knew you were messy and spent half his time cleaning up after you anyway.

You heard your hotel room door open, you knew he wouldn't knock in case the team were nearby, and practically ran towards it.

''Well well, what can I do for you boss?'' You teased, his arms wrapping around you and tossing you over his shoulder.

''One of your famous back rubs would do a treat.'' He grinned, dropping his bag. He gently dropped you on the bed, before pulling his jacket of his shoulders and pulling you onto his lap so you straddled him.

''They sure are famous, Derek loves them.'' You smirked, a glint of a grin fell on his face before grabbing you by the throat.

''Your becoming very bratty lately, I shall be putting you in your place later, little girl.'' He growled, slamming his lips to yours before you returned with a sloppy, heated kiss. He soon pulled away, making you whine at the loss of him.

''First, I'd like to talk to you.'' He smiled, kicking his shoes off and pulling you flat onto the bed. Your head rested on his arm, and your hand on his chest.

''Mention a case and I'll personally smack you.'' You rolled your eyes, giggling as you did.

''Pfft, I'd like to see you try that.'' He scoffed, nudging you as he did so.

''Anyway back to what I was saying, when do you think we should tell the team?.'' He asked.

''Because I honestly don't think I control myself as well as I'd like to admit around you at work, every time I even crack a smile because of you Rossi is hot on my heels. You'd think I'm a right grouch.'' He added, pulling you closer to him and a hand snaking under your robe to your ass.

''Your rarely soft around the team, for me I see the both sides of you. The team don't, so no wonder they suspect something when you do Aaron.'' You laughed, you knew he wanted to tell the team but you just didn't know how to spring it upon them.

''As for controlling yourself, I already knew that. You can barely call me up to the office without trying to fuck me over your desk.'' You grinned, making him chuckle.

''I don't seem to recall you complaining every time I did fuck you over my desk.'' He grinned back to you.

''Fuck off.'' You laughed, pushing him away from you playfully. You didn't seem to register your own strength and before you knew it Aaron was tumbling head first off the side of the bed.

''I'- I'm so sorry.'' You managed to fumble out between your fit of hysterical laughter at the imagine of him swinging over the side of the bed.

In second's Aaron had stood back up, his face an absolute picture which only made you laugh more.

''Your going to pay.'' He warned, a playful look upon his gorgeous features. You thought he was kidding, but as soon as he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him you knew, you were in trouble.

He climbed onto the bed, whilst pinning you down, before sitting and straddling your waist. Before you could say anything to tease him, his hands were tickling your sides.

''If I recall...'' He mocked, before running his finger down your stomach.

''One of your weaknesses is, that your extremely ticklish (y/n).'' He laughed, before tickling you down the side of your chest and waist. You flustered underneath him, trying to squirm out of his grasp as you squeaked asking him to stop. There was no way you were moving from under him, his thighs were strong enough to crush you never mind just holding you into place.

''Truce! Truce!'' You screamed, tears trickling down your face with laughter and torture. He finally stopped, himself hysterically laughing over your now flustered, sweaty body.

''Since you begged, I thought I'd let you off.'' He smirked, clambering off you and standing at the edge of the bed.

''I hope you never get kidnapped for information, you'd of spilt America's secrets in under 2 seconds if they used tickling as torture.'' Hotch laughed, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. You were about to retort but your mouth literally went dry.

You watched intently as he started to unbutton his shirt, your eyes fixated on his big, veiny hands on every button he moved too. Then he shrugged the shirt off his shoulder's, exposing his toned torso. Your eyes wandered from his big shoulder's, down to his muscular and chiselled chest, which had a light amount of hair trailing down to his V-lines. The amount of times you'd watched water trickle down those to his di-  in the shower.. was an abnormal amount of times

''You'll catch flies (y/n).'' He smirked, making you roll your eyes as he towered over the edge of the bed.

''Pfft, I wasn't even looking.'' You scoffed, completely and utterly lying and you knew he wouldn't buy it for a second.

''Oh really?'' He asked, raising his eyebrow you as he did so.

'' Nope.'' You answered, popping the 'p' as you replied. He knew exactly what he was doing when he then reached for his belt, unbuckling it painfully slow for your liking.

''I remember you telling me about that hand kink of your's, it all made sense after the copious amounts of times I caught you staring at mine.'' He grinned, flexing his hands momentarily before whipping off his belt and standing out of his slacks.

''Yes, I always thought they looked better around my throat than they did around those case files.'' You teased, biting your lips as you did so. You knew he found it wildly attractive when you did that.

''That's something I can definitely agree with, nothing prettier than you struggling for air under my grip.'' He spoke darkly, pulling you off the bed and making you stand before him.

''Robe off. Now.'' He ordered, you instantly complied and your robe ended up in a pile on the floor. His eyes raked over your naked body, taking every inch of you in.

''God, your so fucking beautiful.'' He practically moaned, picking you up and slamming you into the hotel room wall. Your legs instinctively wrapped around him, one of your hand's in his hair and the other caressing his chest.

''Now, I think it's time to put you into place for that bratty mouth of yours, what'd you say?'' He chuckled darkly into your neck, before slowly kissing and softly biting his way up to your earlobe.

''Use your words, don't go quiet on me now slut.''  Aaron spoke, one of his hand's holding you by your thigh and the other was snaked around your neck, before he grabbed your mouth with two of his fingers and opened it for you.

''Teach me a lesson.'' You moaned quietly the hand on your thigh moved up and ghosted your clit.

''Better .'' He growled, before spitting into

your mouth and removing the fingers that were holding it open. Still holding you, he turned back around and dropped you on the bed. He crawled on top of you, tracing kisses down your neck, then to your breasts and down your stomach to your thighs. The desperation for more made you moan aloud, earning a chuckle to vibrate against your thigh.

''You want more do you, whore?'' He asked, his dominance literally dripping through his words. You mumbled a yes, before his tongue started to literally annihilate your clit. His tongue slowly, exploring every fold before adding two fingers into your dripping, wet cunt.

The stimulation was so overpowering you couldn't even focus on the man buried between your thighs, your hand was matted into his hair and the other one gripping the sheets for stability, he was making you that weak.

You watched him pull away, licking your residue off his lips and meet your gaze. Pulling you by the legs, you ended up with your face inches from his boxers. He slid them off, and by your hair he eased your mouth round his member, before face fucking you. His cock was slamming into the back of your throat, the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.

''That's it, take it all. That bratty mouth is good for one fucking thing.'' He moaned breathlessly, pushing your head deeper onto his dick. You took control, which you knew he wouldn't like, and started your own pace, twirling your tongue and sucking his base as you did so. In the middle of deep throating him, he pulled you back with your hair.

Grabbing your arm, and making you stand before turning you around.

''As pretty as you sound, I don't want to hear another word from you. Let me use this tight little pussy will you.'' He chuckled, before taking his tie and shoving it into your mouth and tying it at the back of your head and walking you into the main part of your hotel room. He pushed you against the table, you were arched over the table before he grabbed your neck up to his face.

''It's your favourite part, unfortunately I don't have any knifes today so I've decided to use something a little different. Your so fucking slutty anyway, I know it'll get you off.'' He chuckled darkly, you tried to anticipate what he was going to do next but you couldn't fathom a answer of what it could possibly be. He slammed his cock into your pussy, making you moan embarrassingly loud as he did so. He continued to pound you from behind, spanking your ass harshly as he did so.

The spanking stopped, but the fucking didn't. He suddenly grabbed you by the hair with his left hand, and then on your right temple you felt something cold.

You knew exactly what it was.

His gun was in his right hand, placed against your temple and then squished onto your cheek harshly. He was fucking you so hard you couldn't even rationalise what the hell was going on.

You just loved the gun against your face, controlled by him. It made you even more aroused.

''God you filthy whore, your enjoying the gun even more than I thought you would.'' He grunted, pulling your hair even tighter making you let out a scream.

You couldn't imagine how you looked, panting like a dog, sweating with a gun to your head whilst being pounded by your boss, completely weak and at his mercy.

The both of your moans were so loud you didn't even hear the hotel room door in-front of you click open.

''(Y/N) we decided we are going to go out and hit the clu-''

''Penelope you can't just barge into her hotel roo-''

''Hey man! That's my bee-''

The first voice you heard was Emily's, then JJ then Derek. All of their sentence's were finished by ear shattering screech's and scream's.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

They slammed the door back, Aaron pulled out of you, running to the bedroom for his boxers and something to wear for you both. He scrambled back in with your robe for you, and his boxer's and a pair of joggers for him.

You don't think you have been more embarrassed in your whole fucking life, your team and best friend's had just walked in on you getting your brains blown out.. and not by the gun.

But their BOSS AND BESTFRIEND.

There were no words shared between you and Aaron, only thoughts that you were reading off each other. Aaron was somewhat amused but mostly totally embarrassed.

With every regretful step to your door, you pulled it back open to see them all looking at you with pale faces. You opened the door wide, all of them cautiously walking in to your hotel room.

''My brain has been violated.'' Spencer broke the silence, his mind trying to forget the image he just saw. You, in all your awkwardness, just laughed.

Hotch looked at you wide eyed, before bursting into tears of laughter himself.

''I'm mortified, I'm sorry I don't even know how to cope with this situation.'' You wheezed, laughing more as you saw your friend's faces.

''How much did you see exactly?'' Aaron asked awkwardly, trying not to laugh at you making a fool of yourself.

''Put it this way. We saw you fucking (y/n) with a gun to her head.'' Derek replied bluntly, his brain also trying to piece together this information.

''We also got a full frontal view of (y/n’s) tits.'' Emily added, a smirk on her face. Before she also burst out into an awkward fit of laughter.. and that's why she was one of your bestfriend's.

''And the gag.'' Penelope mumbled.

''If you hadn't walked in, and you'd of knocked you would've saved yourself! I blame you.'' You pointed to them, a laugh trying not to escape your lips.

You just didn't know how to deal with this sort of thing.

''The short version is, me and (y/n) have been seeing each other for the past few months now, you've probably seen the signs and completely ignored them and they are now registering! And no.. we aren't just fucking. We're properly seeing one another.'' Hotch grinned, walking towards you and wrapping one of his arms around you.

''Well.. we were asking if you were coming to the club's with us. Now, I won't take no for an answer because we have a lot to talk about.'' Emily chimed in, making the rest of the team laugh and snap out of their thoughts slightly.

''Pass me a beer, I'll get ready.'' You smirked, Derek threw you a bottle and the bottle opener.

steve rogers x reader

Pairing: steve rogers x reader

Summary: You’d been driving steve crazy since you joined the avengers, and finally he got the chance to give you what you really wanted.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+, extreme smut, explicit content, degradation, mild violence, brat kink, D’s relationship.

A/N: I don’t have full knowledge on hybrid’s/werewolf’s/vampire’s so I apologise for any wrong doings!

''I still don't understand why we need someone else on the team, aren't we doing a good enough job?'' Natasha asked, raising a brow to Tony who was briefing the team on the new recruit.

''I, myself, don't know much about her. I haven't had a name or anything. It's down to fury, not me.'' Tony shrugged, flicking several screens away from what he was working on.

''I hope she's hot.'' Loki shrugged, making the whole team roll their eyes as thor placed his head in his palm.

''yes, because that's a priority.'' Vision sighed.

''I mean, it would help.'' Sam grinned, as Bucky and Steve gave him a sly smirk.

''Speaking of help, you ready to meet your new recruit?'' Fury's voice interrupted, the glass door of the lounge flew open as nick made his way into the room.

''Ladies and gents, meet (y/f/n) (y/l/n).''

****

At the hearing of your name you walked through the glass door, the team's eyes trained on every move you made as you walked towards fury.

You walked with confidence, and you saw Steve's eyes trained on the swaying of your hips.

Poor boy, he didn't know where to look.

You were in a skintight suit designed by shield, and it hugged every single inch of your body. The material zipping up the middle and stopping just below your cleavage. On your belt, sat a small vial of blood for when you needed it.

''I- is that human blood?'' Peter asked, a stutter on his voice as he raked his eyes over you.

You looked towards fury, grinning as you did so.

Without hesitation, you pulled the vial from your belt and popped off the lid with your nail. Closing your eyes harshly, before opening them and showing your blood red iris' as you flashed a smile showing your pearly white fangs.

You poured the blood into your mouth and drink the remains from the vial, catching the loose splash down your lip with your tongue.

''does that, answer your question?'' You asked, slotting the empty vial back into your belt.

''I've been in the ice for 70 years, and NOW there's VAMPIRES?'' Steve raised a brow, standing to initiate conversation with you.

''There's been vampires for millions of years big guy, not just after you became a fossil.'' You sighed, causing a small tumble of laughter from the team.

''She's not just a vampire though, she's a hybrid. Now those, are pretty rare.'' Fury added.

'' A hybrid with what exactly?'' Tony pressed, taking a step back away from you.

''I'm half vampire, half werewolf.'' You shrugged nonchalantly before realising the whole team was looking at you wide eyed.

''So what can you actually do?'' Thor asked cautiously.

''I mean.. what can't she do, shape shifting, hypnosis, healing abilities, superhuman speed and stamina, superhuman strength, superhuman agility and endurance, superhuman senses, night vision, oh and witchcra-''

''WITCHCRAFT!?'' Sam blurted out as fury listed all of your abilities, a small laugh fell from your lips as you saw the panic on sam's face.

''I mean it explains the ridiculously flawless skin, and the fact you look your freezing because your so pale.'' Natasha nodded her head, not phased by you. Which was exactly what you loved about her.

''I'll agree, it looks like I bunked down with cap for 70 years.'' You smirked, making the team let out a small laugh. Except from the captain, who himself, was shooting you daggers.

''Witty and hot, glad you catered to my taste fury.'' Loki stated, making you roll your eyes at the comment and Scoff.

''Let's hope you cater to my favourite blood type, I'm feeling thirsty.'' You shook your head, shooting him a playful laugh.

''I like her.'' Tony grinned, pointing his pen towards you.

And that is how you joined the avengers a couple of weeks ago.

***

By now, you were practically like family amongst the team. Everybody loved you, and loved spending time with you.. all of them bar one.

Steven Grant Rogers.

You'd developed a love hate relationship with the captain, he absolutely hated you.. and you loved annoying him.

You'd started annoying him, purely to mask the growing sexual attraction towards him. He was invading your thoughts.. way too often and your only defense was to torment the man.

''Capsicle, i didn't put ice in your soda. Don't want to trigger any possible PTSD under my watch.'' You smirked, placing the drink on the kitchen counter in between the both of you.

''If you don't stop with the ice jokes I'm going to spit in your coffee- oh wait you don't drink coffee.. you drink blood.'' He grumbled back, grabbing his drink and sitting on the bar stool with his phone in his hand.

''Don't tempt me.. I'd drink every drop of yours if I could.'' You warned, crossing your arms across your body as you did so.

''Is that so?'' He raised a brow, placing his drink down with a smirk. You raised a brow as he grabbed a knife from the stand, and sliced a cut into his forearm.

Your eyes widened as the blood dripped down his veiny, tanned forearms...

Snap out of it.

''I'd rather not, your pumped full of chemicals and you were literally trapped in ice that could've been filled with polar bear piss.. I drink clean blood.'' You retorted, grabbing the knife from his hand and walking around the island to him.

You grabbed his forearm and spat into his wound, and watched as the wound healed before your eyes.

''Do you want me to spit on you back?'' He asked, a sly smirk forming on his lips.

''Id rather you no-''

‘'Actually I know you'd enjoy it too much, and I don't want to give you any satisfaction what so ever.'' He chuckled, leaning onto the counter.

'' don't want to give you any satisfaction what so ever? is that why your last girlfriend left you? Poor boy can't even please a woman.'' You teased, sticking your lip out like a child as you mirrored his actions, leaning onto the counter.

''Id love to prove you wrong on that fact sweetheart.'' He smirked, his tongue darting across his lips as his eyes raked over your body.

Before you could respond, a voice snapped you out of your thoughts and made you step back flustered away from Steve.

''Are you two about to kill each other? Want me to go?'' Bucky chuckled entering the kitchen, taking a seat beside Steve.

''As much as I'd love too, she's actually valuable to the team.'' Steve clicked his tongue, nodding his head to the side slightly as he shot you a wink.

''Look at that, a compliment. Who knew this friendship was blossoming.'' You laughed, as Bucky looked between you both was a confused look.

''Shame your still a dickhead.'' You added, making Bucky chuckle.

''And there she is.'' Bucky laughed, nudging Steve who was shooting you a stern look.

''Anyway, I'm off to see the girls. See you later boys.''

''Oh, and Steve? Don't look at my ass please.'' You smirked, flicking your long hair behind you as you began to leave the kitchen.

''It's not like you can miss it.'' Steve mumbled.

''He's right.'' Bucky chuckled, making you shake your head as you wandered off.

Had Steve Rogers just been flirting with you?

***

It was a question that had been haunting your mind now for several hours,  and as you were sat around the girls, Sam and banner they could tell something was bothering you.

''What's up with you vamp? Your away with the fairies this afternoon!'' Natasha nudged you, snapping you out of all thoughts completely.

'' Me? I'm fine I'm fine!'' You replied, a little more defensively than you'd of like to admit.

''Hmm I'll believe that when I see it.'' Sam chuckled, lounging back on a beanbag chair.

''Have you started your heat? It could be that.'' Banner asked, the word itself making your stomach flip.

''It's not started... yet. I think it begins tomorrow.'' You sighed, falling back onto your bed.

''What the hell is a heat?'' Natasha raised a brow.

''It's the werewolf side of her, it's a time where she is most fertile and ready to mate.'' Banner put politely, making you laugh at his words.

''You really actually made it sound quite nice banner.'' You chuckle.

''Why, is it not?'' Wanda asked.

''What banner means to say, is if you don't have a partner to mate with your basically screwed. Even if you have a partner it's terrible. It means off the chart fevers, sweats, cramping and increased pheromone production. And the worst? Increased slick. Your so unbearably horny it reduces you to tears and pain. It's not fun what so ever.'' You explained, as you hadn't been with the team long they had never experienced your heat. Banner, however, had dealt with several other wolves and omegas with heat and knew how to help ease the pains.

''And if you don't have a partner? How do you suppress it?'' Wanda questioned.

''There's suppressants, that help control your symptoms. But you just have to battle through without any sexual gratification other than your own.'' You shrugged, taking everyone's reactions in to your confessions.

''And they last for upto a week..'' banner added, making everyone's eyes widen.

''Don't remind me..'' you grumbled.

And that night? It began.

****

''BANNER!'' Your screaming pierced through the compound and banner, natasha and Tony immediately ran to your aid.

Your cries were now screeching, the sweat was dripping down your t-shirt and underwear clad body. You were squirming in pain and in a sheer feeling as though your body was overheating.

As Natasha tried to help calm you down, your body took the next step into heat. The searing pain, was joined by the hot blooming between your thighs and the pooling begun.

''Y/N I'm going to give you the first suppressant, but I need to do it directly into your brachial artery. Your going to have to stay still.'' Banner spoke calmly, the needle resting between his fingers as he stood to walk towards you. 

''She's too strong for just me and Tony to handle Bruce, get Steve in here.'' Natasha quipped, before Tony agreed and left the room to get the super solider.

''Why not bucky!''  You whined.

''I know you two don't like one another, but he's stronger y/n.'' Bruce countered.

But it wasn't because you didn't like him.

You were going to struggle to contain your heat around him.

''Well, well does y/n need me huh? I guess I'm hon-''

''Not now Steve.'' Natasha warned as he walked in the room, and he stopped as soon as he saw the struggle you were in.

''What do you need me to do?'' He asked, walking straight by your side.

Fuck FUCK.

Your eyes couldn't tear away from him.

His body was clad in a tight, undershirt and tight joggers than clung to his thick strong thighs. His arms bust out of the short sleeves, and all you could picture was them wrapped around your head and cho-

''I- I- Steve needs to get out.'' You panted, your thighs squeezing together at an alarming rate.

''Now isn't the time y/n.'' He butted in, grabbing one side of your body, as Tony and Natasha grabbed the other side and held you down.

Your body resisted, but Bruce managed to stick the needle into you and the team let go. The relief coarsed through your body momentarily, a breath of relief left your lips but soon faded.

''This dose should last for the next few hours, after that we will need to give you a sec-''

''Bruce, I don't think it's working..'' Tony interrupted him, and the whole team surrounded you once more.

''She's burnt through a whole dosage in 5 seconds Bruce.. what do we do?'' Natasha looked up, the worry painted all on her face.

''Give me another shot and get Steve out of here.'' You spat, your teeth gritted and fists curled into your bed sheets as you squirmed in agony.

‘'What the hell is your problem? I'm trying to help you and all you can do is throw it in my face why do you hate me so mu-''

''It's not that she hates you, it's becau-''

''Bruce.'' You warned, as he cut Steve off and began to read your body language.

''Steve get out, and she'll be ok.'' Bruce changed his answer, loading a new syringe as everyone battled to keep you down.

''I- I don't think i can.'' Steve admitted, his hand slowly realising your arm as he took a step back. His eyes fluttered closed and he had to lean against the chair for stability.

''Fuck she smells amazing I can't leave.'' Steve admitted.

Your eyes widened at the confession, and the blossoming increased at your core. The heat ran through your body and caused the pain and fever to only increase feverishly.

Fuck him and his super senses.

''BRUCE I NEED SOMETHING!'' You screamed, your voice falling out shaky between your panting. Your thighs trapped together to cause some friction, your top was now rode up to just under your boobs leaving you half dressed in your underwear.

''Shit.'' Steve gulped, watching you squirm on the bed before him. His arms tensed as his knuckles turned white as he gripped on to the chair.

His deep voice and profanity only further deepened your needs, and the fire between your legs became unbearable and you became a whimpering mess once more.

''Everyone. Get. Out.'' You cried, forcing yourself up to sit on the edge of your bed.

''(y/n) you need help.'' Natasha refused, taking steps closer to you.

''That, is exactly why I'm staying.'' Steve hissed, practically throwing the chair to the other side of the room. Your head shot up to meet his eye, the team were looking at each other with wide eyes at the both of you.

You wanted to refuse.

But wow how could you?

Before you could open your mouth to speak, Steve was walking towards you.  Your throat dried at the sight before you, grabbing the hem of his shirt he lifted it off his muscular body and threw it on the floor beside you.

Your eyes trailed down his ridiculously chiselled body, your eyes starting at his broad shoulders, and further down his huge veiny arms, down his abs and down the v- lines that hung deliciously above his the band of his joggers.

''Steve.. please.'' You whimpered, practically begging for him to touch you in anyway possible.

''Everyone. Out.'' He ordered, everyone scattering out the room in deadly silence.

It was just you and him.

''This definitely wasn't how I expected to get with you (y/n), I thought it would take a lot more. But, here you are.. utterly desperate.'' He smirked, and oh this man was ticking off many boxes at your torment.

''You want me help y/n? Beg for it.'' He grinned, standing over you, his arms folded so his biceps protuded more than usual.  The sick bastard was actually teasing you, and god did you enjoy it.

''Pl- Please Steve I need you.'' You groaned, he immediately sprang to action at your words and pulled you to the side of the bed and ripped the shirt of your body.

You were now just in your soaked panties and skin to skin with the captain himself. His lips smashed onto yours, whilst his hands snaked to your waist and one to your neck and jaw.

''Now, I think it's time to put you into place for that bratty mouth of yours, what'd you say?'' He chuckled darkly into your neck, before slowly kissing and softly biting his way up to your earlobe.

''Use your words, don't go quiet on me now slut.''  Steve spoke, one of his hand's holding you by your thigh and the other was snaked around your neck, before he grabbed your mouth with two of his fingers and opened it for you.

''I need you captain.'' You moaned quietly the hand on your thigh moved up and ghosted your clit.

''Better .'' He growled, before spitting into your mouth and removing the fingers that were holding it open. Still holding you, he turned back around and dropped you on the bed. He crawled on top of you, tracing kisses down your neck, then to your breasts and down your stomach to your thighs. The desperation for more made you moan aloud, earning a chuckle to vibrate against your thigh.

''You want more do you, whore?'' He asked, his dominance literally dripping through his words. You mumbled a yes, before his tongue started to literally annihilate your clit. His tongue slowly, exploring every fold before adding two fingers into your dripping, wet cunt.

The stimulation was so overpowering you couldn't even focus on the man buried between your thighs, your hand was matted into his hair and the other one gripping the sheets for stability, he was making you that weak.

You watched him pull away, licking your residue off his lips and meet your gaze. Pulling you by the legs, you ended up with your face inches from his boxers. He slid them off, and by your hair he eased your mouth round his member, before face fucking you. His cock was slamming into the back of your throat, the tears brimming in the corner of your eyes.

''That's it, take it all. That dirty mouth is good for one fucking thing.'' He moaned breathlessly, pushing your head deeper onto his dick. You took control, which you knew he wouldn't like, and started your own pace, twirling your tongue and sucking his base as you did so. In the middle of deep throating him, he pulled you back with your hair.

Grabbing your arm, and making you stand before turning you around.

''As pretty as you sound, I don't want to hear another word from you. Let me use this tight little pussy will you.'' He chuckled.

He started to slowly rub your clit again, his hard cock ghosting and teasing the opening of your pussy, you bucked your hips in desperation and a strong hand pushed it back down.

''Wait, you little brat. I'll fuck the impatience out of you,'' He spat viciously, before thrusting his length into you. The moan that left your lips, was inhumane. His fast pace made the whole of your body bounce against his rhythm, he lifted your leg against his shoulder and started to pound you deeper. He watched your tits bounce in rhythm with his cock fucking you. Your hands grip the sheets tightly, which you couldn't even hold strongly you were being fucked so hard it made you weak. His hand suddenly gripped your throat, and pulled you closer to him, he leant over to meet you.

''Open that bratty mouth of yours.'' He ordered, as you did he spat into your mouth.

''You learnt your lesson yet, little girl?'' He grunted into you, before pulling out and putting you on all fours. He backed off the bed and arched your back down, before fucking you from behind. He pulled your back, so your back was against his chest. One hand around your hip and another squeezing your tits.

'' I've been wanting to fuck you senseless since you walked into this compound.'' He chucked darkly before slamming into you harder.

''You should've fucked me, I would've definitely been less bratty that away.'' You teased between moans.

''Tony wasn't looking too bad either.'' You cheekily dared, wondering how much further that would push him. He pulled out of you, and grabbed your neck with his hand and pushed your head back onto his shoulder.

''Oh really? I dare you to fucking say that again.'' He challenged,

You went to speak but he shoved two fingers into your mouth, effectively choking you.

''Don't say another fucking word, let me use this pussy and not have to hear a word from your bratty mouth. I'm the only one who can fuck you like you actually want and need.'' He sniggered tauntingly before pushing you further into the sheets.

''You ready to cum kitten? I'll let you if you stay quiet.'' He grinned against your neck, pounding into you. Your legs were shaking, you couldn't keep yourself up whilst he completely destroyed your cunt. You could see his reflection in the mirror beside you. and he looked so fucking hot, his jaw clenched, his hair messy, his mouth hung open as sweat trickled down his face,

You knew he was close too, his thrusts became sloppy but just as pleasuring. He pulled his fingers from out of your mouth before muttering to you, ''Come for me, let me hear you come for me.'' He cooed, you felt your whole body start to shake and twitch, the warmth running through your body as you hit your climax. The bliss bubbling in the pit of your stomach as you screamed his name on your orgasm. He came with you, he moaned your name into your hair that had slipped into your shoulders.

You felt your heat slowly subside as the orgasm flushed over you. Steve immediately grabbed you, laying you back on the bed as your body went limp.

‘’Hey, hey rest y/n.’’ Steve cooed, pulling the covers over you softly and sat on the bed beside you.

‘’Fucking hell steve, that was one fuckin’ way to help me out.’’ You laughed breathlessly and he immediately smirked at you.

‘’You helping out all week?.’’ You gave a tired laugh, and he immediately scoffed amused at you.

‘’Never satisfied are you?’’ He teased, and you gave a soft smile.