#OUGHHHHH this could be a rly good full fic one day

[hotchs-big-hands]

I've been thinking about Aaron finding out you've been masturbating to the thought of him... telling him you sometimes have to sneak off to the bathroom while you're in public... him calling you about something unrelated while your hands are down your panties....

Lowkey obsessed with the idea of Aaron finding out how feral you are for him

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YASSSS you're not even dating!!! He started having suspicions cuz you sound so... off to him and sometimes he has to repeat himself when asking you or telling you things. So he conducts an experiment...

You're on a case, it's in the evening and you've retired to your rooms. As you're getting ready to go to bed your phone rings; it's Hotch. You're surprised, groaning a little at the thought of possibly having to head back out. But you answer anyway.

And god... his voice is so fucking sexy and sensual, deeper with tiredness as he discusses details abt the case... or something like that. You don't even know, his voice is doing naughty things to you, your pretty pussy is tingling and you can't stop your hand drifting down inside your underwear. You gasp a little, causing him to pause.

"Is everything alright?" He asks you. You clear your throat and force a chuckle.

"Mmm I am. Just thought I saw a spider on the floor but it wasn't really one. Guess I must be real tired, sir."

You hear him hum.

"Yes, very. Perhaps I should let you sleep now then-"

"-A-ah no! I- I'm okay to discuss the case still!" You squeak quickly, cheeks feeling warm from the outburst. There's silence for a moment and your hand in your panties stills.

"Very well, I would come and stop by but I assume you're already dressed for bed." He drawls. You squeeze your lips together to stop yourself from whimpering, opting to hum in agreement. He clears his throat. "I thought as much. Although, I am curious why you sound a bit out of breath."

Your eyes widen, thighs clenching together.

"O-oh I think it's the adrenaline of thinking I saw a spider."

"You must see a spider every time we talk then." Aaron cuts back. You gasp out, fingers rubbing rapid circles around your swollen clit.

"S-sir no I just-"

There's a knock on the door, startling you into squeaking again and freezing in place.

"U-um sir, I'm going to have to go. Someone's at my door." You say quickly, ripping your hand from your pussy and trying to adjust your clothes. "I-I'll work on my diligence in future, sir!"

Before he can answer, you end the call and fumble around to clean your hand enough to go open the door. You rush over to it, unbolt the lock and pull the door open. And then your mouth falls open; Aaron Hotchner is fucking standing on the other side, phone in hand as he towers over you. His steely gaze wanders over your dishevelled form, to the messy sheets and he nods once.

"Mhm, thought so."

He forces you to retreat back into the room and closes the door behind him, locking it. You have a lot to answer for...