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Maybe it’s the way his blazer is a little too large for his shoulders. Maybe it’s the way he refuses to gel his raven hair, constantly brushing it away from his face. Maybe it’s the way he’s so eager to learn, the way he’s such a good listener.
Aaron’s younger than you— give or take five or six years your junior— and you’re his superior, his unit chief. I mean, there’s no way Gideon would ever consider making a pass at any of the female agents working below him. There’s a standard for professionalism in the BAU, which includes not sleeping with your employees.
But Aaron makes it so hard, with his timid knocks on the door and jittery hands. You wonder if he was different during his prosecuting days— maybe he was just out of his element at the bureau. But he’s a damn good profiler and an even better man. So, you ease up on the hungry gazes and treat him like every other agent.
Or at least, you try.
It’s past midnight, and you hear the faint of the vacuum come to a halt as the custodians finish up their shift. You’re at work later than the night shift custodians. Shouldn’t you be heading home?
You pack up your briefcase full of your case files, only stopping when you hear a soft knock on your door. You know that knock— the three-beat rhythm, each one slightly my confident than the next, but not quite assertive.
“Come in, Aaron.” You shout so he can hear you from the outside.
He greets you with a small smile, holding a manila folder out to you wordlessly, his teeth occupied with biting his bottom lip.
“Is this the Troy Perry case file?” You question.
“Y-yes.”
“Is it complete?”
Aaron shrugs, “Sort of. I mean... I think so?”
You sigh, running a finger over your brow bone. “It’s a simple question, Aaron. Yes or no. Is it complete? Or is there still work needed to be done?”
You’re too hard on him. Aaron’s sweet, the sweetest man you’ve ever known. But he has the potential to be the leader that the bureau needs— strong-willed, deeply moral, and most importantly passionate. You just need to crack that unsure exterior.
“I-I finished all the sections!” He exclaims out of nervousness. “I just wanted to see if you thought they were good enough.”
His brows knit together as you study his expressions, most likely feeling weighed down by your stare.
“I trust you.” You state, placing the file in your desk drawer. “I don’t need to look over it.”
“A-are you sure?” Aaron asks. “What if there’s a mistake. S-Shouldn’t you check for those kinds of things?”
You press your hand down firmly on your wooden desk, “Are you telling me how to do my job?”
His jaw falls open, and his hands rush out to aid his apology, “No! No! I didn’t mean it like that, Ma’am.”
You can’t help the way your thighs rub together, unmistakably aroused. “Don’t question me, or yourself, okay? What we do is important, and you have to be sure of yourself when you make decisions.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Thank you for everything.” That boy is going to be the death of you.
You shrug, “Don’t mention it.”
He smiles, big and bright, with all his teeth showing and his eyes creasing. You smile back, albeit less wide. You catch the way his eyes flick down to your plump lips, and he clears his throat nervously.
“I-I think— I’m gonna head h-home.”
You nod, all but prepared to let him walk away. You know what you’re about to do could ruin any semblance of the false formality to two of you hold with each other. You know Aaron wants you; it’s easy to see. You are a profiler, after all.
“Alright.” You say, letting him walk halfway out the door before calling him back in. “Aaron?”
his head jolts up, “Yes?”
You take three large strides until you’re face to face with him, pulling him to the side of the doorway, letting the door close shut before slamming your lips against his.
He’s rooted in place, eyes wide open as he takes in exactly what’s going on. You break away from the kiss, and truth be told, you’re just as nervous as he is.
“We don’t have to do anything, Aaron. I’m not going to punish you if you don’t want to sleep with me. That is... unless you want me to?”
Aaron’s neck flushes a warm rose, and despite his uneasy voice, you feel the bulge in his slacks pressing against the front of your thigh.
“T-this is, uh, we shouldn’t— right?” His breath fans your face.
“Tell me you don’t want this.” You deadpan. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven’t dreamt of fucking me, then I’ll let you go. I'll pretend this never happened, and you can go back to calling me Ma’am and keeping me six feet away.”
“I can’t.” Aaron sighs. “I can’t lie to your face and tell you I don’t want this.”
“I fucking knew it.” You laugh, rubbing your hands down his shoulders. “You want me.”
It wasn’t a question, but he answers anyway. “Yes, Ma’am. I want you so much.”
“Ma’am?” You grin. “You like calling me Ma’am?”
He nods, and you smile, bringing his lips against yours. This time, Aaron is more responsive, closing his eyes and letting his lips roam, hands resting on your waist.
“I want you, Aaron. Right here. Right now.” You growl, working to undo the knot in his tie.
“W-what? I-I don’t know what you mean...”
“You’re going to fuck me against my desk as hard as you can, Aaron. I need you inside of me. Now.”
You can see the gears turning in his mind, unable to process what you’ve said fully.
“Do you understand, Aaron?” You purr, opening up his shirt and raking your nails down his stomach.
“Uh huh.” He finally nods. “I-I understand.”
“Good.” Your smile is teasing in a sickly sweet manner. “For a second there, I thought you were too dumb to follow orders.”
He follows closely behind you as you perch yourself onto the wooden surface of your desk. You slide both your trousers and your underwear down, exposing just how much you need him.
“Come here and fuck me already.” You demand as he works his belt buckle open, slowed down by the tremor of his hands.
Once he finally frees his cock from his pants, you know there’s no turning back, no way you could look at him without wanting to fuck him. His cock is flushed and hard, precum leaking out of the tip.
Aaron strokes himself firmly twice before lining up his cock with your entrance. Before he can push himself in, you pull his lips down for a tender kiss, releasing his face so you can watch the way he sheaths into you.
You’re instantly breathless; the warm feeling in your lower stomach combined with Aaron’s blissed-out face makes you clench with excitement.
“Fuck me.” You exclaim, pulling his thighs closer to yours. “Fuck me as hard as you can. Prove to me your not fucking worthless.”
Aaron lets out a strangled groan before slamming his hips forward, burying himself as deep as possible into you before pulling out, repeating his motions.
“F-Fuck.” You cry, gripping his shoulders tightly. “I knew you’d be good at this. Such a good boy.”
His head comes down to nip at the flesh on your collarbones. There’s no doubt that you’ll be marked up tomorrow, but you don’t mind one bit.
Aaron continues pounding into you, the sound of your skin filling the entire office. His hips roll expertly into yours as he snakes his hand between your bodies to rub your clit.
“I’m so close, Ma’am.” He whines, resting his forehead breathlessly against yours. “Can I p-please cum? Please?”
You shake your head, “Hold out a little bit longer, baby— I’m so fucking close.”
His fingers circle your clit faster, and he seems to appreciate the way you moan louder. He feels the quicker in your thighs and the hitch in your breath. Soon enough, your legs are shaking, and your back is arching off the desk.
“Fuck, Aaron!” You shout, tossing your head back in a silent scream.
Aaron takes your scream as his cue, groaning as he cums inside of your pussy, thick ropes filling you up perfectly. He slams his hips once more into you, wincing at the overstimulation, before pulling out altogether.
He places a wordless kiss on your forehead, an innocent gesture to close off your filthy activities.
“Thank you.” He whispers as you thread your fingers into his hair.
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