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softtdaisy · 15 days ago

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Reading smut in the morning is clearly one of my favorite thing BECAUSE THIS ONE WAS SO GOOD!!!

I just love the dynamic you build in the beginning, with reader being such a tease with Hotch about his age and the whole making-out all night tiring him like that. It was so fun and nice. And then the transition from "he won't fuck you/he is fucking you." is soooo smart honey.

And of course the smut is good. so good. I understand reader and her need to always get one more with him.

my kinda love | aaron hotchner

18+ MDNI

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem!reader summary: hotch gets to work with dark circles and a coffee three times larger than his usual. the reason? just walked into his office for a visit, with her tiny dress and insatiable appetite. content/tw: smut, p in v sex, overstimulating hotch (HELL YEAH), age gap, hotch calls r pet names (angel, doll, …), office sex, a whole lot of dirty talk, switc dynamics (soft) word count: 2.6k a/n: based on this request!! this was supposed to be posted on friday, but i just hit 700+ followers and i’m so happy i couldn’t wait!!! also is freaky weak (my self-proclaimed festival celebrating my ovulation)! anyways, thank you so much for the love and the support, i love the gorgeous community we’ve been building!! sending each and every one of you much love, hugs and kisses (on the mouth) (i’m horny and it’s ruining my life) <333333 dividers @uzmacchiato

masterlist <3

“Is it time for an intervention?” JJ asked from her table, swirling her chair around to face the rest of the team. Emily’s eyes follow their boss as he makes his way back into his office, knowing he’s the topic of discussion without even hearing his name.

“I don’t know.” Emily grimaces, squinting her eyes at his closed door.

“That’s his third coffee this morning.” JJ points.

“Fifth.” Spencer says from his table, scribbling down on a report “He got here with one from the coffee shop and another when you were in the bathroom.”

“The bags in his eyes are concerning. Hotch’s not sleeping again. Is it the Foyet situation all over again?”

Morgan asks, scrunching his eyebrows.

The four of them hear a laugh, and immediately wipe their head around to see Penelope perching up on the top of Spencer’s desk. He frowns at the way she sits on top of a paper he was working on, but his curiosity was louder than his ocd tendencies.

“What?” JJ asked, smiling with her friends’ laughter.

“It still surprises me how much better I'm better than all of you in your own jobs.” She clicks her teeth, blinking at them in mock pity.

“What do you got, mama?” Morgan pokes, raising his eyebrows at her.

“He’s not getting any sleep, true. But it has absolutely nothing to do with work.”

“Huh? What is it, then?” Emily asks, her forehead creasing in thought.

“The answer to all of your questions is about to walk in.” she giggles, nodding towards the glass doors.

As if they rehearsed, once again they turn their head synchronized to the elevator direction, watching as you come in to greet them, a visitor’s credential hanging on your shirt, shorter skirts than Penelope’s and groceries bags.

“Hey, you guys.” you smile sweetly at them “I brought donuts.” announced as you hand over a family sized white box with different flavored donuts. They all thank you and eagerly gather around the box.

“He’s in his office.” Morgan says, winking at you. You smile brightly in a thank you and make your way upstairs, leaving them eating.

With sprinkles dangling on the corner of his mouth and half eaten chocolate frosting donut in his hand, Spencer frowns at his friends.

“I don’t get it. Are they fighting?” he asks, earning a group laughter in response.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Aaron watches dumbfounded as you lay out everything you brought him from the grocery store. Energy drinks, energy bars, all different kinds of chocolate and candy and a large americano with double shots of espresso. When you finish parading the products on his desk, you intertwine your fingers behind your back and blink sweetly, with a smile that could get a man to buy a mansion without a second look.

He blinks, his eyes going from the feast in front of him to your face a couple times before arching his eyebrow.

“You couldn’t be any more subtle, could you?”

With this you sighed deeply, your salesman-perfect-posture drooping in a tired and guilty frown as you dropped your weight dramatically into the chair.

“I know.” you whine, picking up a package of sour candy and shoving a few of them into your mouth “I just feel sorry for keeping you up all night last night. I know people your age tend to get tired faster.” you explain, gesturing to his obviously tired face. He just stares at you, not convinced in the slightest. You roll your eyes, clearing your throat. He was right, you weren’t sorry at all. Just thinking about it made you want to do it all again tonight. You shift in your seat, and he picks up on it – because of course he does. “Okay. I feel sorry that you have to work the entire day today without any sleep. And I was bored.”

“There it is.” his lips twitch in a smile.

“Please, drink it.” you said, picking up the energy drink and twisting the cap open.

“I shouldn’t, it’s bad for the heart.”

“Oh, yeah. Because of your age.” you agree before taking a sip of the beverage.

“Because of the stimulants.” he corrects, sternly “And neither should you.” reaching forward, he takes the bottle away from your grasp. He takes the candy package too, and starts to eat.

You roll your eyes but don't complain, just watching him mouth down a handful of sour gummy bears. “This is the most sugar I’ve ever seen you eat.” you comment.

“Not the sweetest, anyway.” he hums quietly, a smug smirk on his face.

“Aaron!” you reprimand with a smile, blushing at what he was implying. Before either of you could say anything, someone knocked on the door.

Asking for the person to come in, Aaron started to talk with the agent, who was just updating him on cold cases. You didn’t understand a word they were saying, but you did see how serious and focused your boyfriend looked. His jaw was tight, his eyes were slightly narrowed and his forehead furrowed as he listened and spoke. The way his voice sharpened as he gave orders, louder and firmer than when he talked to you, made your legs press together.

His thick hands analysing the folder he was given, the way his suit hugged his body just right, his shirt buttoned up so high no one could see the hickey you left there, right on the base of his throat.

You wanted him, right here, right now. It didn’t matter to you that you spent the entire night awake doing exactly this: you wanted it more. It didn’t matter that he gave you so many orgasms that you had to stop for a second to count. It didn’t matter that your leg was aching so much you couldn’t sit down or up without wincing a little. With him, it was never enough. Aaron turned you into a greedy, hungry and horny monster.

When he closed the door, finally leaving the two of you back alone, your whole demeanour shifted. He catched it immediately, crossing his arms in front of his chest and looking at you. “What?”

“Nothing!” you answered, and it sounded too defensive even to you. He nodded, pretending he believed you, and you looked out through the widow. The blinds were close, and you wondered how close they actually were. So, with the most innocent tone you could master you asked “How much people can see of your office when the blinds are closed?”

“No.”

You frowned, looking confused at him “What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I know what you’re doing. It’s not happening.” he warns sternly, going back to his large leather chair and pushing it back slightly, like moving away from you would prevent him from falling into your tricks again.

“I’m just asking a question. A…. an architecture matter, really.” You tried, giving him a strained smile. He saw right through you, sighing exhausted and defeated.

“Angel, I can’t fuck you in a federal building.”

He really can’t fuck you in a federal building.

He won’t fuck you in a federal building.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

He is fucking you in a federal building.

With your skirt riding up around your waist, panties pulled to the side, you sat on his lap with your back pressed against his chest as Aaron had his cock shoved deep inside you, once again.

With a harsh tug on your hair, Aaron pulled you closer, gluing his mouth to your ear “Is that what you wanted, doll?” you whined, moving your hips up and down his shaft with his other hand helping your hips. He tugged harder, your head resting against his shoulders for a second “Answer.” in that authoritative voice that started this in the first place.

“Y-yes. So good, Aaron.” you moaned, trying your best to keep it low – just like he made you promise. While leaning back with his legs spread and stroking his cock, so truthfully you’d agree with cannibalism if he so much as asked you.

He hummed in appreciation, leaving a kiss on your head and easing his grip “So insatiable, huh. My pretty girl, spend all night fucking just to come back whining for more. Bet you had it all planned out, right?”

“No! I – fuck – I just wanted to… to help..” you breathed, the ache on your legs becoming too much to handle as you trying to reach your climax.

As an answer, he chuckled darkly behind you “Help who? That greedy little cunt of yours? Couldn’t even wait until I came back home. I don’t know how you made it until lunch.”

You wanted to disagree, to say that you really were feeling bad for him, that you didn’t have any second intentions – did you really? – but it was all too much, your legs were shaking and you just gave up, starting to roll your hips against him.

“Stop fucking grinding. You wanted this, so ride it.” he orders, and you moan.

“I can’t. My legs.” you explain, trying to move. He held your hips steady, pulling you to stand up with him and bending you over his desk. He teased your folds with the tip of his dick, laughing at the way your cunt clenched around nothings, your knees bucking like they were about to give out.

“Oh, poor baby.” he cooed mockingly “Can’t even stand still. Let me help you, okay?” you didn’t even bother with his teasing, right as he spoke he gently pressed your back further into the wooden furniture, pushing your weight completely on top of it, as he thrusted back into you.

You bit your lip with the stretch, walls fluttering around him as he quickened his pace. His office was filled with nothing but the squelch of your juices, your hips slapping against each other and muffled moans you occasionally let out.

“Fuck – Squeezing me so tight, angel. I won’t last long.” he warned, his movements started to falter. You whined, trying to push back as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

Within a couple thrusts you felt his body go rigid, and he hissed as he spilled inside of you. He stood still for a second, but you didn’t wait long before you started to thrust back into him. His hand found your hip, squeezing you in place.

“Too much, honey. Come here.” he said, pulling out and leaning forward until his fingers found your clit. The feeling was overwhelmingly good but you grabbed his wrists, stopping his movements.

You turned around, pushing his chest until he sat back on the chair, and straddled his hips. Sitting back on his thighs, you started to play with his half-hard cock, biting your lip and watching him squirm.

“Does it feel bad?”

“N-no. Just too much.” he mumbled, throwing his head back. You lean in and kiss his neck as you keep stroking his length.

“Don’t you want to feel it? I’ll make it feel good, I promise.” you purred, licking stripes of his exposed neck “Please baby, let me ride you.”

“Angel…” “If it hurts we’ll stop.” you negotiate, looking up at him and batting your lashes. He sighed, looking down at your hand. It stings but it feels so good, and he wants more. He needs more. Feeling him getting just as needy as you, you quickened the pace of your hand, smiling at him “I want to come on your cock, please.”

He huffed, picking you up by your hips with ease and pulled you closer. You bit your lip to hide your triumphant smile as you sank down on him. Looking straight into his eyes, you moaned at the feeling. In this position he reached so much deeper in you, there was no way you’d last.

“So tight.” he muttered, sweat pooling on his forehead and breath ragged. You pressed your hands on his shoulders for leverage and he grabbed your hips, moving you up and down his shaft.

“God, Aaron. You fuck me so good everytime.” you moan quietly, lips glued to his mouth as you ride him. He groaned, not even caring that the sound of your skin hitting his was so loud that if anyone approached the door, they’d hear it all “I’ve been thinking about this all day since you left this morning.”

Hotch chuckled breathlessly “So fucking needy. You’re clenching so hard, doll.” he hums. You’re close and he can tell. With one hand still moving your body, the other cradles up your cunt and he presses the bulge of his tip on your lower stomach, grinning up at you wickedly.

“Fuck, baby.” you moan, eyes glued to the outline of his cock every time he thrusts in, and as he presses it again, harder, you’re coming. Your legs shake violently, tears falling from your eyes and you have to bite his shoulder to muffle your moans as you orgasms hard.

He guides your hips for you to ride it out, helping you through it. When your head clears up, you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, and you know that you can get another one out of him. With too much effort, you try to circle your hips, clenching your cunt around him.

His breath hitches and he looks at you “What—fuck. What…”

“I want you to come again, Aaron.” you beg, “I can feel it, you’re close. Can you give me one more, baby? Please.”

Aaron is completely worn out, moaning right in your ear and complying to everything you say. He’s so light-headed that he’s letting you order him around like a toy. As much as you love authoritative and bossy Hotch, you also adore taking care of him.

“Aaron, baby.” you call, urging him to open his eyes and look at you “I want you to fuck up onto me, okay? I need you to fill me up one more time. Just once more, hmm?”

He groans, but complies. With his help, you hover on top of him, legs burning with the effort of standing still, and within a second he’s thrusting up. Lifting his hips in a pace that seems maddening, hitting deep inside of you fast and hard.

It doesn’t take long until he’s cumming again, hips stuttering as he spills inside of you again. You stay still for a while, just evening your breaths. When you move away, his now softened cock slipping out of you, he whines at the overstimulation. You’re aching all over your body, but you feel so satisfied you can’t stop grinning.

Completely opposite from minutes before, Aaron gently takes care of you, using wet wipes from his drawer and wiping you clean. He gives you water and fills you with kisses.

It doesn’t last long because unfortunately he’s still at work – on a federal building, exactly where he told you he couldn’t fuck you at.

“Think now you can wait until I get home tonight?” he teases with a proud grin, his hands lingering on your skirt even after he’s done smoothening it out. “Definetly.” you giggle, fidgeting with his tie “But just in case, do you have a snack break?”

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softtdaisy · 18 days ago

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BABY THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!!!

Reader being tipsy and Hotch having to take care of her is my favorite type of literature. This is just so adorable because we can tell she is so in love with him -and she has a point, it’s illegal from him to look this good.

And Hotch being the perfect boyfriend ever, calling her Cinderella and taking so good care of her like 😭 we all need a man like him!!!

This is absolutely perfect Bee 🥹💖

girl's night out - a. hotchner

criminal minds masterlist || part of the nanny series

Summary: aaron picks you up after your first night out with the bau ladies.

Pairing: aaron hotchner x nanny!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: drinking, alcohol mentions, being drunk/tipsy, like one line about sex?, other than that none!

Please also note that all of my works are protected under copyright, and not available for reposting on other platforms.

He knew this was inevitable. He knew that once Penelope invited you out to girl’s night the other week when you visited him in his office, it was coming. So when you finally told them that the two of you were together? It’s safe to say that a girl’s night out was called for by none other than Penelope Garcia. Not that he isn’t happy about it—because he is. It does make him happy that you get along with the people he works with, the very people that has become his family over the years.

So, when you kissed him goodbye hours ago to meet with the BAU ladies, he knew didn’t have anything to worry about realistically, but that doesn't stop him from checking his watch every few minutes, followed by a nonchalant (definitely not) glance at his phone just in case you’ve texted him something. You haven’t, by the way. Which is good—it means that you’re probably having a good time, and that is what he wants. He is not a monster, after all. Though being left by both his girlfriend and son does make him consider his life choices, that’s for sure.

His worries are put to ease by none other than Penelope Garcia, of course, and her message delivered to his phone an hour ago with three heart emojis and the caption:

your girl fits right in🥰 also she is tipsy. like, very tipsy.

He smiles down at his phone, thumb hovering over the screen like he can will another update into existence.

Very tipsy.

Those words echo in his mind like both a warning and an inside joke. You, tipsy, surrounded by the most chaotic women in his professional life—this could only go one of two ways: hilarious, or mildly terrifying. Maybe both.

He grabs his keys at the thought. He doesn’t mean to impose on ‘girl’s night’. He respects the sanctity of it, truly. But there’s a difference between giving you space and letting you stumble out of a bar into D.C. nightlife in heels you already regretted when you left the apartment.

Also—Penelope said very tipsy. And when Penelope uses italics, he pays attention.

And boy, is he glad to have paid attention. None of you realize he’s arrived to your booth, and it’s not because Aaron is stealthy—it’s because you’re too busy laughing with his co-workers. You’re in the middle of the booth, wedged between JJ and Penelope, head thrown back in laughter, your voice just a little too loud, your hands animated as you tell a story that clearly involves wild hand motions and dramatic pauses.

He stops for a moment, just standing there as he keeps on watching you.

You’re radiant. Your hair is a little messier than it was when you left the house. Your lipstick is slightly smudged, probably from sipping drinks or laughing into your glass. Your whole face glows with the kind of joy he wishes he could bottle up and hand back to you on days when you feel small.

He approaches the booth just as you gasp dramatically, mid-story. “And I thought—he is a man. I love a good man!”

That earns a round of whoops and laughter from the table, and Penelope practically slams her hand on the table, who Aaron realizes is more drunk that he’s ever seen her in a while, which is saying a lot about the good time you all seem to be having. “That’s what I’m saying!”

“Was this about me?” Aaron asks dryly, and that’s when you notice him.

Your eyes widen in surprise, like you can’t believe he’s real—and then your face breaks into the warmest, most unfiltered smile he’s seen all week, which is enough to make him feel warm in his stomach. “Aaron!” you squeal, nearly knocking over Penelope’s drink as you scramble out of the booth to get to him. “You came!”

He catches you before your heels betray you entirely, steadying you with practiced ease as he envelopes you in his arms. “Of course I came.” He doesn’t even try to ignore the immediate feeling of calm he feels when he has you this close to him.

Your arms loop around his neck, unabashed and happy, and you sway slightly into him as you sleepily mumble, “I was just talking about you.”

“I got that part, sweetheart,” he says, lips twitching into a smile.

“I love a good man,” you repeat with a firm nod. “And you are such a good man.”

The tries so hard to will himself into not blushing as a round of ‘awwws’ rise from the table. But alas, he chuckles, brushing a kiss to your temple. “You’re very drunk.”

You gasp. “Rude! I’m tipsy. And in love.”

That earns another round of ‘awwws’ from the table, and Aaron barely bites back the grin tugging at his mouth as he feels your fingers play with the collar of his shirt absentmindedly like you’ve just remembered he’s real and here and yours. “Honey—” he tries, but you don’t give him a chance to continue.

“You’re so handsome,” you murmur, blinking up at him like he’s the only person in the room. “How are you so handsome? That should be illegal.” You mumble the last part to yourself, then turning to Emily, who is watching the exchange as if it’s her favorite rom-com, you ask, “Is it illegal?”

“Depends on the jurisdiction,” Emily chimes in, raising her glass.

“She’s been like this for an hour,” JJ adds, shaking her head with a fond smile. “You’re the only thing she’s talked about since the second round.”

“Oh, and her shoes,” Tara says. “She really hates her shoes.”

Turning your attention back to Aaron, you nod your head faster than someone should in your condition. “I do—I really do, which is a tragedy because they are so pretty!” Aaron also notices the pout that has quickly formed on your lips, and he would love nothing more to kiss it away, had his co-workers watching with too much interest.

You blink up at him, lower lip still slightly jutted out. “Can we go home now? My feet hurt. And I want to be horizontal.”

Emily snorts into her drink, and Aaron just knows he is going to be teased the entire next business day when he is at the office. “Wow, direct.”

“I mean to sleep!” you huff, scandalized, swatting at Aaron’s chest as if it’s his fault. “You guys are gross.”

Aaron just laughs, guiding your hand into his as you start to wobble slightly in your heels. “Okay, come on, Cinderella. Let’s get you and your tragic shoes home.”

You lean into him as he leads you away from the booth, waving dramatically at the team. “Goodnight, my beautiful FBI sisters! Tell Garcia I love her!”

“You told her six times already,” JJ calls back, “and she is sitting right here!”

“Well, tell her seven just in case!” you reply without missing a beat. Then, you turn your head just enough to call over his shoulder, “I love you guys!”

“We love you too!” Penelope calls back. “Drink water, you sparkly goddess!”

You barely make it out the door before you sigh and lean even further into his side, wrapping both arms around his middle now that you don’t have to share him with anyone else. “Mmm. You smell good.”

“You smell like tequila,” he replies, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he opens the passenger door for you.

You plop down dramatically with a groan, tossing your heels to the floorboard like they’ve personally betrayed you. “Take me home and feed me bread.”

He chuckles. “We have bread at home.”

“You say that, but you’re thinking about wheat bread. I want the fancy, fluffy, bakery kind with butter and love and softness—”

“I’ll toast you a bagel.” He offers, trying his best to keep his smirking to himself.

You gasp like he’s just proposed. “That’s why you’re the love of my life.”

#reading #aaron hotchner #bee 🐝

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